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phyrestartr · 9 days

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Divine Favour | Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader (TEASER)

#full is NSFW, mild yuuji/reader, yuuji and gang are v early 20s, heian sukuna, male reader, typical kitsune shapeshifting, mentions of abuse, typical canon violence, morally grey reader, sukuna has FEELINGS but is BAD AT FEELINGS

A/N: this fic is so long rn lol I just have to release a piece of it into the wild :sob: feel free to reply if you want to be tagged for the full story when it's ready

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You were never supposed to be anything more than a trinket. You were a gift from some family trying to show off for Sukuna, so much so that they offered him a delicacy, something he surely didn't have yet–a yokai. A kitsune, to be more exact. One with peculiar black tails.

Sukuna found it interesting, and similarly desperate, to be brought such a creature as tribute. Certainly, it was meant to be seen as a high honour, yet somehow it felt…off. Why would humans give up something so powerful?

Unexpectedly, it'd be you who told him.

They submit me for the sake of convenience and mockery, your withering voice whispered where no one else could hear. You sounded weak. Tired. Maybe afraid, yet brave enough to reach towards the king and unveil the intentions of the men who brought you before him.

Sukuna's eyes flicked to you, his feigned interest in what the sorcerers said falling straight into dismissal. You were much more intriguing.

“Oh?” Sukuna asked, a smile creeping onto his face. The speakers ceased their jabbering and stared at your back with fierce intensity. Sukuna grinned wider. Oh, how he loved the way fear twisted mortal faces.

You didn't shift or crumple into yourself under the eyes of so many, however. You pushed on with what little energy and life you had, so intent on dragging that clan through the mud.

What I say is true, you assured simply. I expect to die today–

“Speak so everyone hears you, fox,” Sukuna commanded.

“--so I–I–” you coughed and cleared your throat, trying to rid your voice of the scratchy, weakness it struggled through. “I wish to not die with regrets.

“They have rendered me ill and unable to produce children, they see the black of my tails and regard me as an ill omen; yet they bring me to you, daring to spin sweet tales about the value of such an offering. But they lie,” You hissed. Your eyes glinted with molten malice, and Sukuna fell captivated. “They throw me to you as they would diseased meat to dogs.”

The courtyard fell silent, and Sukuna basked in it. You really were such a little troublemaker. A quietly chaotic force of nature.

The king stood, rolling his shoulders as he did, and his pride flared as you dropped to your knees before him in respect. He walked to you and patted your head as one might a child's before appraising the sorcerers stood before him.

“What a disappointment,” Sukuna sighed, raising another hand. The couple took up position, pooling their cursed energy in hopes of fending off the monster standing before them. The effort was quite cute. “Here I thought your clan might actually earn my mercy.” His hand dropped as the two lunged. Then, the two clansmen fell, too, both in neat, vertical halves. Quite overkill, yes, but he had a point to make.

Where he expected a reaction from you, he got nothing. Only panting and poorly-stifled coughs came from you, racking through the entirety of your skin and bones frame. Sukuna could see it up close now, the way your body trembled from fatigue, the sickly greying of your skin, the scent of disease clinging to you.

That wouldn't do. Sukuna liked his things to be in good shape.

“Uraume,” Sukuna droned as he stared down at you, “fix this.”

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x male reader #sukuna x m!reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you #male reader insert #male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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sickandtwisted01 · 5 months

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x AFAB!READER

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warnings/tags: pre-discussed and consensual somnophilia, no pronouns other than you, slightly unsure Simon, uhhh idk how to spell it but Simon’s being a munch rn

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Simon was a man of great self restraint– it was something he’d always seemed to pride himself on, even from a young age, he’d always had that sense of being able to stop himself in even the most tempting situations. Self-discipline was one of the top things on his list that kept him from doing anything reckless, stupid or idiotic. However, coming home to find you like this… that was unexpected.

You were sprawled out on the bed, blankets wrapped in your limbs like a ribbon with spots of exposed skin in just the right places, your stomach, your upper body, one long leg. You had on a tank top, a pair of rather skimpy black underwear and nothing else– it was almost like you’d planned on tempting him and of course, this was a conversation you’d had with Simon. He usually came home early in the mornings, around 4:30 or 5:00am, when you were still wrapped up in the loving embrace of sleep. There were other circumstances that’d brought the topic up, though. How Simon’s low sex drive fluctuated and the urge to be buried deep inside of you hit at the most random times, usually just as early as his returns home.

That was how the conversation was brought up and you were the one to mention it. “You know… you could just…” Your voice trailed off, eyes shifting Simon’s face for a moment before darting away.

“Just what?” Simon questioned back, gaze lifting to meet yours. “Oh, don’t be nervous, lovey.” He cooed gently, sensing the anxiety radiating off of your body. He pulled you closer, into his lap. He placed three gentle kisses against your face lovingly, humming as his arms wrapped around your torso, “What could I just do?” He hummed against your ear.

While his loving reassurance was kind, and seemed to ease some of the anxiety in you, it didn’t all leave. “You could just… fuck me while I’m asleep, if you wanted.” You told him softly, not daring to meet his gaze.

At first, the idea was one that Simon just seemed to laugh off. It felt… too close for comfort on the lines of what he thought was right, or wrong. Taking advantage of you– even if you’d given previous consent, in a state where you felt safe, vulnerable and comfortable just wasn’t something he really was interested in doing.

But… now, taking in the frame of your body, the way your face was completely relaxed and as beautiful as ever with the moonlight shining over your body from the window to the right of the bed… he was seemingly rethinking this. The man leaned over, placing his duffle bag down beside the entrance of your room as he came over to the bed.

Gingerly Simon reached out and gripped the edges of the plush blankets that kept him from taking in every inch of you. He hesitated for just a moment before pulling it back, taking a moment to bask in the glory that was you, your body, your presence. It all filled him as soon as he peeled the material back– this was new for him, slightly exciting, a bit nerve-wracking. You’d asked him to do this. That was what he had to keep reminding himself in an attempt to calm the nerves that had now taken place in his stomach and he hadn’t even really done anything yet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, springs groaning and creaking under his weight. He reached out slowly, brushing hair from your sleeping face. He hummed gently, hand cupping the side of your face for a moment as his thumb ran along the height of your cheekbone. He stayed like this for a second or two, simply watching you and allowing himself to feel comfortable enough to do what he really wanted to.

Dark eyes raked over your body, his hand following the movement until his hand and gaze rested on your abdomen. You didn’t stir– always such a hard sleeper, which, he supposed was working to his favor at this moment. He crept lower, into the waistband of your underwear. The man let out a gentle exhale as his fingers found the heat of your folds, index finger prodding at your entrance while his thumb brushed teasingly at your clit. Testing the waters, seeing how you’d react. Your body twitched, a pleasured sigh escaping your parted lips. This was enough encouragement for a bit of confidence to well in Simon’s chest. He removed himself from the invasion of your underwear, moving to sit between your legs. His fingers hooked into each side of the thin layer of fabric restricting his access to you, slowly pulling them down your legs. Warmed palms followed, tossing the material aimlessly behind him.

He hummed, large palms parting your thighs gently. He took a moment to drink in the beauty of your unclothed frame before his tall frame leaned down, licking a broad stripe along your core. The sound that escaped your still sleeping body was like music to his ears, only more encouragement for him to continue. The second your taste hit his tongue, he was to work. His tongue is latched onto your clit, eye fluttering closed as he allows his instincts to take over.

Simon’s hands stayed rested on either of your thighs, placing a minimal amount of pressure as he held them open to keep his access to your body, despite your beginning stages of movement– which was not something new, you were just as squirmy for him while awake and conscious. He swirled his tongue around your clit, humming gently against the bundle of nerves. A wicked grin spread across his lips as he felt your hips start to roll against his face a bit, small whines and whimpers escaped you.

You were stirring, and by the way you were moving, Simon could only assume you’d be awake sometime soon. The wet muscle that was providing your unaware body with so much pleasure dipped down, finding it’s way into your entrance. The moment it did so, a quickened breath caught in your throat. Your hands reached out, lacing into Simon’s short locks. Your eyes opened to slits, brows furrowing lightly. “Fuck… yes…” You hissed out, back arching lightly as you basically forced poor Simon’s head to stay buried in your sex.

Your head lifted a bit, breathing out heavily as his tongue plunged in and out of your body, hips bucking against his face. “Please, Simon, please– fuck, don’t… don’t stop.” You managed out, voice breathy and still filled with the grips of slumber. Simon was more than happy to oblige, your broken words and hiccuped noises only seemed to encourage his actions.

The familiar heat of orgasm coiled in your abdomen as his tongue pressed into that perfect, sweet spot nestled deep within your body. Your brows furrowed, eyes squeezing closed as you let out a gentle groan, “That’s it, right there…” You spoke, moaning as Simon’s tongue thrust inside of you as deep as he could. Your back arched further, fingers pulling lightly at the strands of hair zipped between your grip. Your orgasm ripped through your body, a harsh breath escaping first and then the reverb of your moans. Simon’s assault on your core stopped, but he stayed between your legs, still suckling at your clit to help ride out the lingering waves of the orgasm crashing over your body.

It was two minutes or so before he stopped, and you’d let your tightened grip on his head go. He hummed gently, fingers stroking along your abdomen as he looked up to you. There was a small smile on his face as he reached out, placing his hand back against your face. He moved so he was atop of you, hovering over your body. His mouth was glistening with your juices but that didn’t seem to phase him, he brought his free hand up to wipe against his mouth, “Sweet as ever.” He spoke softly, leaning up to place gentle kisses against your neck and jaw.

You hummed back, arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely. You basked silently in the kisses, humming as you tilted your head towards him. Your eyes closed slowly, “Missed you so much…” You tell him softly, fingers toying with the back of his hairline.

He leans down, forehead resting against yours. “I missed you, too, lovie.” He whispered back, kissing against your cheek twice before moving to lay next to you. He pulled you against his body, covering you both up. “Get back to sleep, yeah?” He spoke gently, running a hand along your back. “We can continue this in the morning…. let you rest up a bit.”

There’s a small huffed laugh that escapes your throat, but you don’t have much fight. You nodded against Simon’s chest. “Yeah…” You muttered, “That sounds… like a really good idea.” You whispered out softly, eyes closing as you nuzzled your body against his side.

#call of duty smut #call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw22 #cod x reader #cod mwii #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #smut

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roguelov · 9 months

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since we're all slutting rn,

Consider: Reader meets Dream, starts shamelessly flirting any and every chance, just blatantly thirsting. Dream's VERY into it but has endless pride so he's playing hard to get. One day matthew or someone is mentioning Dream's immense power or something and the Reader not really listening responds with "i could take him' and Dream of course starts glowing eyes shadows behind him monologue-ing about how he is endless and all powerful whatever and reader just goes "I never said i meant in a fight 🫦" and dream just blue screens, eyes dim, shadows shrink. then of course snaps and is like you. me. bed. NOW

YES I LOVE THE SHAMELESS FLIRTING!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!! And just teasing each other endlessly until finally something happens

Matthew was prattling about something but you weren’t entirely focused. Your attention was solely on Dream. You watched as his long slender fingers trailed over a passage in a book. Your thoughts ran rampant.

“- and it’s so odd to think how powerful Morpheus is,” Matthew muttered.

Without skipping a beat, you said, “I could take him.”

That caught Dream’s attention. He snapped the book shut and glanced up at you. “Is that so?”

Matthew had the right idea to leave now.

A dark amusement flickered behind his eyes. He slowly stood up. Shadows grew and stretched. A haunting chill nipped at your skin making you shiver. Soon, you were completely plunged into a cold darkness. The only light came from two minuscule points, Dream’s eyes. They swirled with silver flecks like starlight, but it was a soulless distant light.

His voice echoed from all around. “You truly believe you could fight me? I am a being beyond your comprehension, I can give and take as I so please.”

His footsteps boomed as he approached you. You started to see the vague shape of him, however it was wrong. He was a few feet taller. He practically loomed over you, needing to bend down so he stared directly into your eyes.

“I have seen and done things you may never understand, so why do you believe you could ever take me on?”

You bit back your smirk. “I never meant in a fight.”

Like a curtain yanked off the window, all the darkness evaporated. You were both standing in front of each other basking in the Dreaming’s sunlight once again. Dream’s face twisted with unreadable emotions. Anger? Surprise? Confusion? It all moved by so fast. He grabbed your forearm, yanking you close to him. He whispered in your ear, “Then let us put you to the test.”

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #anon #ask

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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More brainrots because your concept has me in a chokehold.

What if it wasn't your touch that your acolytes were addicted to, but your eyes, since eyes are meant to be "the window to the soul"? Like looking into the creators eyes will give you intense emotions, and people can tell when you look at them.

You can then go a few different way with this, like having it be extremely taboo to look upon the creators face without absolute permission, so you can walk across your palace having only your most beloved by your side whilst everyone else addresses your hands and feet.

Alternatively, reader has a blindfold that allows reader to see out, but not anyone else to see in which would look so cool omg, and no-one actually knows what colour your eyes are, and having your most needy venti acolytes beg to see your eyes

NSFW BELOW

Since they feel intense emotions from a look, it stands that you could probably make them org@sm with just your eyes. Commence dom!reader playing a game with their favourite acolytes to keep quiet not make a mess during this very important meeting

tl;dr eyes r cool

-Rapid anon

I'm home I'm home thank god I'm home, Rapid anon you're like the backbone of this blog rn, you and your massive brained takes

It's so funny because all of the characters have such pretty eyes (especially Albedo, I swear I say "your eyes are so pretty" every time I see him, not kidding), so it would be very very difficult for me to not just be constantly making direct eye contact

I think it would already lowkey kind of be a sign of disrespect to look at the creator's face without permission anyway, it's always kind of shown as a sign of respect to look down when in the presence of someone that much higher, but this would increase that like tenfold

But ohhhh imagine that particular feeling can be felt in a more minute way when the creator is just looking at the character, like the character can always tell when they're being looked at because they get a small dose of that feeling even if they're not looking at the creator themself

(now imagine a specific character thinking they're alone and then suddenly shivering as that feeling washes over them, only to instinctually look around and catch the creator's eyes, then of course they're met with both intensely pleasant feelings and horrific regretful blasphemous feelings that they dared even accidentally look at you)

Then only your chosen 'consorts' having the right to actually look above your ankles and wrists, how literally every character would both die and kill for that position

I think the blindfold idea is pretty cool, I would probably opt for more of a veil style myself, but it would allow your dear acolytes to relax slightly, knowing they're not going to accidentally look upon your face, even if their eyes do unconsciously wander

Expanding slightly on the emotions aspect of it, you could literally call your glare scathing, if you glared at someone they would actually feel like they were being burned

I do think all the characters would handle it slightly differently, like your more refined and polite ones would never even insinuate that you have to allow them the honor of looking upon your face, they might even think that you could take it in a way of them questioning your status as the creator (since the eyes and face are one of the most defining features of a person), and most of them would quite literally rather fall on their own blade than ever insinuate something so blasphemous

Then your needy venti ones who want nothing more than to share every aspect of your life, to bask in the honors that few are provided, would actually get on their knees and wholeheartedly beg for it

They want to know every single part of you more thoroughly than anybody else, crave that bragging right of being your most trusted intimate follower, handing over their pride and self respect on a silver platter is nothing compared to the feeling of being the only person in the world to know your eye color, know how the sunshine bounces off them and how they glow in the moonlight

And then the moment that they actually get to bear witness to a testament of your glory, when they, still kneeling, look up with their own eyes to catch yours and practically fall to pieces right then and there

Venti in particular, because I just can't seem to not choose favorites, would compose so many ballads and poems about your gaze alone (then be hated even more by the church for singing even worse blasphemous songs than the ones he composed about himself), it would give him a tactical edge as a bard though, unless you just had a habit of going around showing your eyes to other bards to fuck with him

Now onto the nsfw, as if any of this has been particularly sfw from the get go

It would be such a power move to just occasionally catch eyes with whatever acolytes is lucky enough to be favored by you in the middle of a meeting where literally everyone else is keeping their head bowed the entire time out of a sign of respect

So they just hear said follower stifling whimpers and other various noises of pleasure, and the emotions range from shock and confusion to jealousy and anger over the blatant disrespect of them giving into their more primal urges, which is just the polite way of saying getting off in the middle of a goddamn meeting

But I honestly believe there are certain characters that would actively show off how they're allowed to look at your face and the effect it has on them in public settings, especially formal business public settings, especially especially if they are not even relevant to the formal business aspect of the setting and literally just get to come and sit in because they're basically your glorified pet

It's frankly concerning the number of characters that would be completely "I'm not relevant to this conversation, I have no idea what you guys are talking about, but haha the creator likes me more than you, get fucked"

So you know how the whole "if you break eye contact, I stop" is a relatively known powerplay tactic, yeah this takes that to a whole new level

Ooo oooo, then using it as a punishment

Or more like not using it as a punishment, as in actively denying certain acolytes, who have become very reliant on the feelings your gaze gives, the honor of looking at you, helping to enforce that it is in fact a privilege

One of your followers having to relearn to never look above a certain point, practically on the verge of tears when they accidentally do so, because you're already mad at them and now they're actively, albeit unintentionally, disobeying you—

Good brainrot Rapid anon 10/10

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #genshin x reader #brainrot #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #so much to expand on #so many good ideas

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karangarin · 1 year

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a writeblr introduction!

ABOUT ME

hi i'm arin (she/her), an eighteen-year-old writer from SEA who's just starting to delve into personal creative writing. fun fact: i used to write primarily fanfiction. second fun fact: my username comes from the word karang (which means write) and karangan (which means essay) so i meshed that together with my pseudo, and voila! karangarin ^^

ABOUT MY PROJECTS

in past and pride | soft urban fantasy, romance, adventure

Naia never imagined she'd somehow manage to rope the King of the Underworld into teaching a bunch of sweaty teenagers P.E.

lol i don't have a proper summary for this bcs writing one isn't a priority rn so take that blurb i pulled out of my ass just for you <3 pls enjoy my baby who was originally a fanfic i drafted as an escape but has somehow evolved into a greedy little world of its own. bonus points to whoever can guess which piece of media it originated from (hint: it's a seinen :P) i'll make a proper intro post soon.

ADDITIONAL INFO / DISCLAIMERS

i made this blog mostly to lurk and quietly bask in other people's writing so i may not reply to messages or asks or tag games in a socially acceptable time-frame TT however, please don't let that dissuade you from interacting! i love making new friends, i promise :D

have a nice day & happy scrolling!

#writeblr #writing #writing community #creative writing #writerblr #writblr #lol idk what else to tag this with

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dobiemart · 2 years

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say yes, please?

pairing, edward “eddie” munson x reader

summary, finally, eddie gets down on one knee. and it’s not to tie dustin bun’s shoe.

eddster proposing to his beautiful partner (aka you sexy bitch)

word count, 1.9k

byr, i read a fic abt billy loomis proposing and i audibly sobbed at it cause MAN WHYY IS THAT NOT ME IRL RN

“oh yeah ill totally write a story abt kurt tmr!” - my lying ass. it’s literally been a week. istg yall cannot hold me to anything but heres my apology for that fat ass fib

i asked my guy friend what he’d do if he ever proposed to a girl and he was like “id make it somewhat sweet or funny over like rose petals everywhere typa shit” and i said OKKAAYY SIR GET YOU SOME BITCHES OR SMTH

i wrote this while i was half asleep. its pretty messy but it had to get out of my mind asap

bolded italics should be read as thoughts

warnings, fluff, swearing, crying (y’know i gotta add the waterworks), mentions marriage ofc, eddie being a nervous ass baby (maybe ooc? listen, i was sleepy.), nd projection of my need to marry this man immediately in my own quirky way.

eddie munson was a simple, outcast of a man. the proclaimed ��freak of hawkins,’ reigned supreme on his throne and took his title as a ritualistic, satanic, demon worshiper with as much pride as people gave him. he was never one to openly care about what people thought of him, unless it was you.

no matter what he did, what bullshit rambles spewed out of his mouth, what atrocious crime he committed, you were there with him. you’d seen him at his worst, best, and in between, yet you didn’t ever leave. and eddie loved you for that.

he could go on and on about how much he loved everything you’ve ever done for him, no matter what it was. his heart swelled whether you brought him a glass of water, kissed his calloused fingertips after his band practice, or gave him a simple, ‘hey, eds!’ when he groggily dragged himself through your shared home.

the lists of reasons to love you could go on forever, and this was the day he’d admit that to you. if everything went according to plan, of cour-

“did you hear me, ed? i asked if you wanted some eggs with your toast,” you asked, clearly oblivious to his thought process. him spacing out wasn’t anything new, but he usually came around sooner.

he seemingly thought out his answer, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth in the process. he eventually replied with a mumbled, ‘yeah, sure babe.’ before scrambling off to your shared bathroom in a hurry.

you shook off his jittery attitude as a result of just waking up, and started your venture downstairs to the kitchen without a second thought over the interaction.

the sounds of him hopping down the stairs were familiar, since he’d been doing it since you moved into a home together. he slid into the kitchen quietly, gripping your waist and thanking you for breakfast with a kiss to the nape of your neck. he gave a small huff as he lifted the fragile plate over your head and shuffled his way to the couch, a.k.a. his dining table.

this was yet another thing he loved. being able to sit with you wordlessly and do anything he wanted comfortably. he’d lost count of the amount of times you’d laid together in comforting silence and basked in the presence of one another.

“we should go to that arcade later, babe. ‘s totally abandoned now. i know you’ve been wanting to go,” he started with a mouthful of bread and juice, gesturing with his hands as he commonly did. “plus, it’s free this time. gareth found a way in.”

he somehow made the offer of breaking into the arcade for a date a bit less illegal sounding, so you agreed. though, you communicated your answer with a simple nod and a smile instead of a full mouth of mauled food.

only a snippet of a smile was visible on his face before he was off yet again, skipping up two steps in his frenzied state. eddie rushing to go somewhere was a rare occurrence, which fueled your curiosity even more. he was less talkative and was in a hurry, but it’s just your eddie being eddie.

after throwing on a band tee and ruffling his fizzy curls, eddie made sure to rush your beautification process. he shot you a whiney “c’mon babe! it doesn’t take that long,” every couple of seconds, somehow trying to speed up your already scrambling form.

yet another thing he loves. watching you battle with your hair, debate with yourself on a clothing combo, and see if your samina would allow you to slap some beauty products on. without fail, you’d continue this routine every morning and it would put a smile on his face every single time.

“alright eddie, just lemme finis-“ “yeah, uh huh, babe. you’re beautiful without it. we gotta go!” he cut you off while grabbing your hand, deciding your half-glossed lips would do. you obviously protested against this, but he was practically dragging you out the door.

he pushed you into the passenger seat with an apologetic kiss on the forehead, and made a mad dash to the driver’s seat. his leg was rapidly bouncing as he started up the van, almost matching the beat of the random metal song he had recently been playing.

though, you still didn’t ask questions. his jittery mannerisms weren’t a rare occurrence, so it wasn't a huge concern. just in case, you placed a gentle hand on his bouncing thigh and enjoyed the ride ahead of you.

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after an ass-achingly bumpy car ride, you arrived at the beat up arcade on the lower class side of hawkins. it was the one you and eddie would frequent when both attended highschool, which made the nostalgia run through your veins.

grabbing your hand gently, he placed a kiss onto your hand before leading you to an open back entrance. you were glad he’d saved you the hassle of climbing through a window, but the nerves were still there.

“we’ll be fine babe,” he read you like a book, squeezing your hand for comfort. “i can see the gears turning in your head. don’t stress, okay? i got us covered.”

“alright, eds. i trust you. but i'm telling’ you right now, if there are any spiders in this place—“ he cut off your pending arachnophobic rant with a slight tug, dragging you into the somehow already lit arcade.

the only word you could use to describe the scene in front of you was woah. the playplace childhood shined its brightly coloured lights with a special fluorescent glow you’d grown to miss seeing. the older video games stayed with their solid black screens, but the claw machines shined amongst anything else.

you looked around in awe, sprouting a small smile before letting go of eddie's hand to roam and get a closer look at everything. his tattooed arm fell by his side with a small ‘thunk,’ yet he didn’t notice.

in his hopefully final moments of just being considered as your ‘boyfriend,’ he finally realized the most important thing about these moments. he wasn’t just loving things about you, he was truly loving you. every moment, every conversation, every look shared, it was all with you. no way would the hell-raising spitfire of hawkins ever get married, but for you, things could be different.

he stared at you from the doorway, reveling in the way simply seeing your childhood building made you this happy. he could stare at you all day, studying each feature of your face as if he’d just met you. though, he did make gareth fix the lighting in this place for a hefty price and a good reason.

he slid over to an old claw machine when you were occupied, one of those plastic ball containers you’d get a sticky slappy hand out of if you were lucky. he fiddled with the prize slot before sliding a spare quarter into the machine.

the sounds of another machine filled your ears as you turned to see eddie bending over to move the joystick around. he looked giant compared to the tiny toy grabbing game, still towering over it while he was hunched over. the concentration in his doe eyes made your heart swell before the familiar dinging of the machine rang around the building.

“babe, c’mere!” he ushered you over, pushing you in front of the framed metal box and ghosting his hand over your lower back. ”i won you something, dunno what it is though.”

“oh really? mr. munson finally wins at a game?” you lightly hinted at the fact that he’d never win when you were younger. either that, or he let you win.

a light pink dusted over his pale, freckled face as you said his last name. hopefully it would be mrs. munson in a second. he coughed his flushed expression off, gesturing to the prize slot of the machine.

“yeah, yeah. check what your prize is already,” he was obviously rushing you, but you still didn’t know why. nobody could really be that eager to see what coloured bouncy ball would reside in the bigger container, so something must’ve been up.

you gave him a slight side eye in confusion before bending down to the metal opening, taking the transparent ball into your palm without peeking at the toy inside first. you shook it around, raising your eyebrow even higher at the unfamiliar rattling sound it gave.

“huh, i’ve never gotten anything but those cheap sticky hands from these. but i do remember those limited edition lego figures they had at one point,” you babbled to yourself as well as eddie, questioning what could’ve made the noise. his leg bounces as he stood behind you, seemingly impatient about something.

you eventually ruled down your lengthy guessing process, repeating your childhood rituals for luck. the plastic lid popped open with a quick snap, revealing a delicate, silver ring with your favourite crystal planted straight in the middle of the band.

it took you a minute to process what you were seeing wasn’t a sick trick your mind was playing on you, slightly faulturing before spinning on your heels to face the only man that could’ve pulled of this wacky declaration of love.

there he was. edward munson, the devious cult leader of hawkins, down on one knee. he was still slightly trembling, with an even shakier smile growing on his face.

“well,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “y’know i'm not exactly great with speeches, but uh– say yes, please?”

as much as you tried, you couldn’t respond to him. you damn near fell to your knees and latched onto him, still gripping onto the container for dear life. no way this shit was actually happening.

he almost fell over from the force you threw yourself onto him with. his contagious laugh rang around the arcade, matching the joyful energy of the lighting. he wrapped an arm around your waist and slid back, sitting down comfortably with you hanging onto him like a koala.

it felt like you were sitting there for an eternity with him, clinging onto him like it was the last time you’d be able to touch him. he slightly pushed you back a couple times, just to make sure you didn’t choke him out. your sniffles drowned out into his neck as you both still sat.

“if you aren’t gonna say anything, i’m gonna take that as a yes.” he chortled as you finally pulled away, getting a full glimpse at your post ugly crying face.

“of fucking course, eddie!” you semi-yelled at the man in front of you, giving him a soft slap on the chest. “is that what you were wigging out about all day?”

“was it that noticeable? there’s no way. i’m literally a master at acting normal, babe.” he replied, still giving you small laughs between words. he slid his large palm into yours, stealing the small container and its contents. he carefully removed the ring he’d hand picked for you and put it on your left ring finger, placing a quick kiss over the crystal.

you wobbly stood up, resembling bambi when he slid across the ice. you sniffled a bit more before slightly wiping under your nose and eyes, oblivious to the amount of tears and snot you released during the hug.

“y’know, you didn’t ask me properly, eddie.” you lightly joked while looking down at your now ringed hand, the love of your life’s hand adorning yours. “that’s very unprofessional of you, mr. munson.”

his smile grew impossibly wider, pushing back on one knee almost effortlessly. he dramatically sighed and placed a hand on his heart, before starting his true eddie monologue.

“would you, y/n l/n, make me the happiness dungeon master in the world and marry me?”

pov youre me waltzing back in after missing annotherr week of not writing buttfuck nothing.. naw cause HOW HAS IT BEEN A WEEK ALREADY-

anyways this might not be great but i thought it was cute and yeah

ur likes and reblogs are always appreciated my loves (i really need friends n shit so like talk to me rn please and thanks)

- a still sleep deprived coraline

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #joseph quinn

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actuallys8n · 2 years

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Watching All Your Friends Get Rich

Itadori Yuji x gn!reader

| | warnings | | : gn!reader (they:them pronouns), alcohol consumption (characters are aged up bc of this), bar/club + mild depressive themes, overall flirty and cute though

| a / n | : alright ya’ll… here’s one for the soft homies. no smut for now. this has been sitting in my drafts and she needs to see the light.

based loosely (heavily in the beginning lol) on the song above - by one of my favorite bands rn) i stand by my choice that when itadori is old enough, he will be drinking on fruity cocktails. he’s no a bitter boy. i hope you likes!!

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Yuji released a long, exasperated sigh– palms brunting the weight of his body as he sat leaned back against his best friend's wooden porch steps. Pink sandstone hair caught in a warm prenoon breeze blew out of his vision to reveal the brilliant blue sky overhead and he took a moment to close his eyes and bask in the sun’s warmth. It wasn’t often he felt moments of peace like this.

Though it wasn’t every morning, the man was finding that more and more frequently he would awake to beautiful spring sunrises, birds chirping and a gaping hole in his chest. A void of nothingness that left him pinned to his bed. The cool white sheets resting against his skin felt heavier than lead and his brain throbbed with overstimulation as his sleepy eyes tried to adjust to his dimly lit room. Yuji would wonder to himself why he had to be woken up so early, that he desperately wanted to sleep away the rest of his life instead of face another pointless day.

This particular morning had been one of those— the emptiness stuck around a little longer than usual while Yuji tried to go about his normal routine. After a hot, hot shower and a bowl or two of his favorite breakfast cereal he found himself outside trying to enjoy the very sunshine that tore him from his dreams earlier in the day. However his long-desired tranquility was quick to be interrupted when Megumi’s sleek black sedan pulled into their shared driveway.

“Half day today?” Yuji asked at the slam of a car door, relieving his forearms of their stress to cross them behind his head and allowing his body to rest further into the porch steps. Megumi snickered at the memory of his mundane workday as he pressed the lock button on his keys and stepped over the friend who was reclined on their porch.

“Something like that. I’m surprised you’re up so early,” The dark haired man spared a glance at his phone screen– 11:43am. “Not even noon yet.”

Yuji’s teeth clenched as he bit out a laugh. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, the little berating remarks his roommate liked to throw out wore on his mind over time. He was the last of his friends to find his place in the world; lost and floating aimlessly in a never ending sea of possibility. So many choices, how was he supposed to pick just one?

It was this notion that left him stuck on those porch steps for what seemed like an eternity. While friends and family grow around him, he remains still– stagnant by uncertainty, waiting for one interesting event after the next. Whichever fix comes along first.

One way or another, jobless or not, Megumi didn’t really care about his friend’s social status. In his mind it seemed much easier to pay the bills himself rather than worry over the reliability of a roommate. And that’s why Yuji hung around.

While his other relationships were surely meaningful and important to him, no one had really stepped up like Megumi did. Though it was simply just putting a roof over the poor boy’s head and ensuring he remembered to feed himself, it’s still something.

Despite the emptiness, despite the constant reminders that he was nothing — Yuji continued to laugh like he always had while his best friend unknowingly chipped away at his pride.

“I slept all day yesterday,” He grumbled, skin on his cheeks dusted with pink over embarrassment or sun exposure– he wasn’t sure. “Couldn’t stay in bed anymore.”

Megumi smiled at his friend’s simplicity, completely ignorant towards the overflowing swell of anguish and defeat Yuji felt so suffocated by. The younger of the two had spent years hounding himself over coursework and exams only to be met with his dream career and more fat stacks of paperwork. This quickly made him realize he found things like Itadori Yuji to be relaxing. The simpler, the better.

Much to his friend’s chagrin, of course.

“Doesn’t sound like a bad day.” Megumi chided as he walked through the door of their shared home and hung his keys on the hook nearby. “Wanna trade?”

Yuji eyed his friend's luxury car before returning his gaze back to the sky.

“To be honest, yeah.”

‘Would ‘ya quit your whining and go order a drink already?!” Nobara snapped with a slam of her palm against the black bar table– four nearly empty glasses quivering and clanking under her fury. Yuji stuck his lip out and sunk further into his chair with a deep frown etched on to his features.

“I ain’t whining…”

Nobara, nearly beside herself at her friend’s pitiful response, sucked in a breath in preparation to scream an argument into his face but was quickly cut off by Megumi.

“Yes you are.”

Pleased with her new support, the short haired girl shot Yuji a toothy grin and crossed her arms across her chest. She was always so sure of herself, a quality Yuji found admirable and annoying. Though he usually made a point to keep his jealousy in check, today simply wasn’t a day in which he could easily ignore the feelings eating away at his brain. And unfortunately for him, Nobara had picked up on it the second he walked through the door.

The girl's smug restitution was quickly stripped away when Megumi grabbed his pink haired pouty friend by the arm and yanked him up out of his seat to drag him towards the neon-lined bar.

“But you also asked him why he was sulking, so did you expect him not to whine?”

Nobara’s vision went crimson as Yuji’s retreating form stuck his tongue out at her mockingly behind Megumi’s back.

The dark haired man let out a soft sigh, intentions of only getting one drink seemingly long gone as he made his second approach to the bar with Yuji in tow. His friends were exhausting most of the time, but it was pretty rare that he had to actually convince Yuji to relax. Megumi slid his card across the glass countertop and opened a new tab whilst punching a fist into the shoulder of the weary friend beside him. “Order something.”

Yuji, feigning injury and rubbing his arm with another sad expression, begrudgingly turned to the bartender to mutter out a drink order.

“Just a strawberry margarita, please.”

You smiled at the cute boy ordering and began prepping his drink. Ice, limes, tequila, citrus liqueur and fresh strawberries… “On the rocks or blended?”

The pinkette paused, making eye contact with you for the first time since he’d been pulled up to the bar. With a response lodged firmly in his throat, all the poor man could do was ogle at you. The dimly lit room did little to aid his eyes while he greedily took in your features; easily one of the most perfect human beings he’d ever had the fortune of looking at. Club glitter clung to your skin and shimmered back at him under the flashing colored lights of the bar– pink, blue and orange all flickering to the bass of some random pop song he’d never heard.

Like a camera lens focusing in on its subject, the rest of the world around him became blurred and unimportant. You stared back at him with a quirked brow, confusion settling over your beautiful features while he simply continued to gawk.

Megumi, call it foresight– had since turned on his heel and made his quick escape back to the table with the others, leaving Yuji to embarrass himself as he pleases.

You stared back at the pink haired boy, an awkward silence settling in nicely as the club’s bass continued to thunder around you. “Uh… are you okay, guy? I’ve got other customers to help you know.”

Yuji’s eyes went wide at the realization that he’d been staring at you like a lost little kid and he quickly spit out his reply: on the rocks. You nodded with another quick grin before twisting the lid onto the cocktail mixer and turning away from him to fill a new glass with ice. Working at a club came with its fair share of awkward and weird experiences– so something as simple as another drunk admirer wasn’t enough to shake you. Plus money is money, something you were always finding yourself in desperate need of.

While working a cocktail bar isn’t always an ideal career option, it puts food on your table and keeps your lights on, so it’ll have to do until something more exciting presents itself. You scooped a heaping spoonful of ice into the short glass with a small huff at the thought of your electricity bill. This fool better leave a tip…

With your back now turned to him, Yuji took a chance to run his hands through his hair and internally curse his own anxiety for betraying him in that moment. Naturally he had to act like a total buffoon the second he laid eyes on someone attractive– it was his curse. He was cursed with the inability to socially perform around someone like you. This must be your fault… right?

Idiot, idiot, idiot… Play it cool.

Another sigh and a loud ‘clink’ when the contents of the mixer poured into the chilled glass, you faced the stranger again and slid the dewy cup across the counter towards him. To your surprise he was actually paying attention this time, his large hand darting up to meet the beverage before it slid off the bar. He sent you a dazzling smile in return and brought a shaky hand up to his face to take a sip, all the while praying you didn’t notice the liquid embarrassingly sloshing around the cup.

Yuji was being the exact opposite of cool.

Luckily for him though, you had quickly been pulled away by another customer and their list of drinks at the other end of the bar. Sweet strawberry filled his parched mouth in two large gulps, completely emptying the glass in a matter of seconds. The salty tequila barely registered on his tongue but the familiar warmth that always accompanied it arose in the back of his throat regardless. Nervous brown eyes darted between you and his already empty glass. You were the only person working that he wanted to bother to make his drinks, but as far as he could tell you were exactly that– the only person working.

Cursing a high tolerance or perhaps even cheap tequila, a still sober Yuji languidly swirled the ice around the bottom of the glass while he waited for his next chance with the cute bartender. The black countertop was cool against the back of his forearms after he set his cup down and turned around to lean into the bar and scour the dark room for the first time since he’d arrived.

Every club he went to was the same really. People of all kinds in cropped outfits and fishnets– getting pushed around or bouncing off other sweaty dancing drunk bodies in a sad attempt to get closer to the front of the stage. It felt like a giant human pinball machine– flashy lights, loud music and all.

“Done already?” You said loudly, grabbing the attention of your pink haired customer over the music. He smirked over his broad shoulder at you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with a breathy laugh.

Oof– none of your customers were ever this good-looking.

A hot blush spread over your cheeks as you quickly reached forward and plucked the empty glass from beside the man.

“If you’ve got time for another…” He started before you deftly cut him off with a bright smile.

“‘Course I do! It’s what I get paid for.”

Yuji’s stomach exploded into butterflies at the sight of your flirty smile, prior anxiety carried away with the flap of their little wings in his gut. He watched silently over his shoulder while you quickly threw together a double, your expert fingers sliding across the various glasses adorning the shelf above your head before –tink– landing on the perfect size.

“Hope your boyfriend doesn’t mind me feeding you all this alcohol.” You chided with a laugh, carefully pouring two shots into the mixer. It was Yuji’s turn to blush.

“B-boyfriend?!” He choked, whipping around to face you completely and slam his hands against the bar in disbelief. “Megumi isn’t–”

He paused at the memory of his roommate sliding a sleek black Express card over to you earlier.

Oh my god they totally think I’m a loser.

“Honestly I’d rather say he is my boyfriend, because that’s less lame than the truth. But unfortunately I am single and just taking advantage of a wealthy friend.”

You shot him another smile without looking away from the mixer that you were now emptying into a tall chilled glass.

“You don’t need to defend yourself to me, not like I’m exactly rolling in dough either.” You said with a shrug of your shoulders, gesturing towards the rough scenery surrounding the two of you.

Little by little, Yuji could feel himself finally relaxing– and he hadn’t even had his next drink yet.

“Working here has gotta be better than not working at all!” He was right, you couldn’t deny that. You’d rather be working at a dead-end job than be stuck in your parents’ home the rest of your life. Besides, your coworkers weren’t all that bad and the tips definitely made up for most of the awkward experiences. “I need to find me one of these type’a gigs.” Yuji continued.

The end of his sentence was met with the loud tap of a full margarita glass being set near his hand– one which was gladly accepted. He reveled in the salty-sweet bite of the drink as it went down for the second time that night, albeit much slower this time.

Looking around at the other customers lining the bar, you noticed none of them seemed to be particularly interested in a refill quite yet. Your eyes landed back on the man before you, he was extremely charming whether he knew it or not, and his cute features certainly helped. But he also seemed painfully aloof– like someone with their head stuck in the clouds. The thought made you chuckle, partially at the humor in his innocence and partially out of jealousy that he seemed fairly content with his position in that moment. Single, no goals, lost in the world. We aren’t all that different now, are we?

Surely he didn’t make it sound like he wanted to be unemployed, and you knew just as well as anyone else finding employment is a job in itself. So could he really be that content? You sighed.

“Well you can’t work here,” You smiled again when you were met with his wide eyed stare. “Your cute face would be way too distracting for me.”

Oh my god, you thought as the skin on his face turned a shade of pink that matched fruity drink, nearly choking on the sip he’d just taken. He’s adorable.

“Y-you don’t mean that!” Yuji spouted, glass now abandoned on the bar as his hands waved near the front of his chest in defense. His expression was hard to read, but only because he himself didn’t even know what to think. Up until now he was pretty sure you were just being nice– he didn’t want to convince himself that you’d been paying special attention to him only to get his feelings crushed that you’re not interested, you're just doing your job. It was going to take hard and direct flirting to break through his thick skull.

You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your grin as you laughed at him while he sputtered on his alcohol and furiously tried to deny your comment. Poor Yuji’s face was only getting redder because he was beginning to realize he needed to shut up, but it was so hard when your cute laugh tickled at his eardrums and your dazzling smile lit up his entire life. He wanted to make you laugh forever.

Smile not once faltering, you reached across the bar to take hold of one of his flailing hands and give it a single, firm shake. “Chill out dork. You’re really cute, take it or leave it.”

Yuji froze, eyes now locked on to your own. “Take it.” he responded dumbly, his hand relaxing in your grip. You couldn’t help but laugh again because he really is that simple…

You decided at that moment the last twenty minutes of your shift would only be spent bussing the part of the bar where he sat– your coworker who’d just started her shift could handle the remaining customers still sober enough to order more drinks until you were off. Your new favorite customer remained planted in his seat the whole time, long abandoned by his perceptive friends and completely captivated by your existence.

masters list i hope you liked it!! first time posting something like this…

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idolsxheadcanons · 1 year

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can u doooo kaoru seta as ur gf hcs? ^_^ like the little things she does for her s/o,, and cuddling hcs plz :D kaoru brainrot is so real rn

Characters. Kaoru Seta, Reader

Genre. Romantic Fluff — Warnings. None

Summary. Dating and cuddling headcanons with Kaoru!

Words. 434

⤷ I am back with some more Kaoru headcanons because everyone loves her (real) This is also sooo late I'm so sorry I doubt you still have a Kaoru brainrot but maybe this could re-start it? For more on what I think Kaoru would do as your gf, I went into it in my last Kaoru headcanons!

Seta Kaoru

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›Painting dates ! You paint for ten minutes, then exchange, and she paints for ten more. Kaoru takes it seriously, even when it results in a jumble of coloured lines that she refers to as "interpretive art," when she has no idea what it means.

When you reach over for the canvas, she likes to accidentally paint onto your hand. She also draws tiny smiley faces all over your arm when you’re focused on your art.

✎

Kaoru loves to pull you in for cuddles by grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her waist. If you're enjoying a lazy day in bed, she zips her sweater open and closes it around you, encasing you in her grip. She loves making you giggle and draping butterfly kisses on the back of your neck.

She buries her nose into your head when she's tired and just lays there, basking in your warmth and peaceful breathing.

♔

I can see Kaoru reciting lines from past plays when she's half asleep? She's so out of it that she believes she's at rehearsals, it makes for entertaining stories the next morning. If you record it, she'll become red and try to delete it, but she'll act as if it doesn't matter if you show it to anyone else.

✎

Kaoru takes a long time to wake up in the morning, so she clings to you until she feels awake. She draws random lines on your skin and pulls at your shirt. She squeezes you and kisses your forehead when she feels better, and only then does she get up.

Regardless of whether you were up earlier than her, she sits leaning against the bed for a while before stretching and reaching out for you to help you up as well. She has a drowsy smile on her face that makes it look like she's somewhere else, but she's responsive if you ask her anything.

♔

If you ever feel shy, around her or friends, Kaoru makes it her mission to help you out. If you want to push outside your comfort zone, she'll clasp your hands together and encourage you. At large gatherings, she ensures to draw all attention on her, giving you time to adjust to other people. Her heart beats loud when she watches you talk to others and let yourself free.

Once alone, she'll brag about your bravery and lavish you with other compliments. If you blush, she'll caress your cheeks and soften her remarks, for pride speaks through her eyes anyway.

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#bandori #kaoru seta #bang dream girls band party #bang dream #hello happy world #headcanons #ask #fluff #xreader #anon #writer's block is a strong one #I hate everything I do those days #I'll try to write what I want to see if it could help?#I have a feeling I am just my worst enemy right now in terms of creativity #I lost some of the headcanons while reformating the post rip

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daisys-reality · 2 years

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Could you please do a read on what my manifestation journey looks like rn?

I see you creating a harmonious relationship with yourself, with a solid foundation and a deep bond. I think there are important decisions right now that have to be made. Be clear of your values and belief systems and stay true to yourself. You’re choosing to become more conscious of yourself and your desires. You're making progress. Even if things don’t seem the way you want them to at this time or if you're struggling rn, remain positive and remember that things will get better. The advice here is to stay calm and open to future possibilities and to see your situation with open eyes, mind and heart. Trust your insights and let yourself be led by hope - you don’t need to worry :)

I also get the energy of you being somber and picking up the pieces and moving on. You’re going through a (maybe to you) regretful but necessary transition, but one that will benefit you in the long term. You’re moving on, leaving the old story behind. You work on unresolved issues and try to release your resistance to change. You might be a little tired as of now but keep being persistent. It’s like you fought your way to the top (a good self-concept), but now you have to work to stay there (mental diet). Hold your ground – it’s all about long term success. Even if things were hard for you and you had to surrender, I see you coming back stronger than ever and taking your rightful place. It seems like you’re surrounded by good people – friends and loved ones who have got your back and support you as you all go about life. Don’t isolate yourself too much, be social and have a joyful time with your loved once – it will help you keep your energy light.

You might get pulled into multiple directions and you’re learning right now to prioritize certain things for a healthier and better outcome. If you indecisive about something, ask for signs as to what direction to take, or just listen to your own inner voice. Deep down you know what to do. Be confident! You have everything you need (ambition, skills, resources) to create something wonderful for yourself, utilize those things! Don’t hold back, be in charge of your own reality!! Show us your willpower!

Message from my angel oracle: This is a time of incredible accomplishment! You’re justified in feeling joy, a sense of completion, and pride in the amazing job you’ve done. You’ve been blessed with many spiritual insights. Soon you’ll begin a new journey, but for now, take time to bask in the happiness of your dreams coming true ! (sounds like living in the 4D!)

- daisy 🌼

#🌼 talking #I hope you liked it #ৎ୭ #t.asks #t.tarot #t.loa

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Will I make another request? Yes. Do I feel bad? Also yes. So I really really liked what you wrote for my ✨smooth legs✨ idea (and it was not short at all it was just perfect) so here I am inspired by what you wrote and asking if you could maybe do a “showering with them” and them being obsessed with the smell of your shampoo/shower gel with oikawa suna Tendou and akaashi or kenma (you can pick whoever you like best). This can be either soft or steamy I don’t mind at all😌🤚

tyyy stay gorgeous *blows you a kiss*

don’t feel bad i’m gonna write all my requests anyways so might as well send ‘em all in-

I went with soft and awkward because that’s just the vibe rn

Oikawa Tooru

Hear me out!

This started out pretty innocent!

He got you this really nice body wash set for your birthday, but what he didn't tell you is that of all the ones he smelled this one gave him a hard-on when he thought about you

So he bought it

And when you talked about trying it out he had to help you “test the product”

(you got halfway through him washing your body then he was all over you and had to wash you AGAIN)

And from then, he was whipped

He got you the whole collections, shampoo, and conditioner, all that jazz

Not that after shower cuddling wasn't a thing, but now he takes it seriously

Hair smelling, basking in your soft skin, from the similarly scented sugar scrub that he got you

It's gotten so far that he got some for himself, so when he goes away for a few days he can wash his hair with it

So he can smell you wherever he goes

Or when you’re at work he’ll take a shirt or a bra, or those really hot shorts you wear when you take naps, so he can smell it

(and just saying, he does get angry when you use something else, the petty kind does not rest)

Suna Rintarou

He tried to keep it a secret

You had gotten a new shampoo and tried it out the night before Suna came back from an international game

So when you hugged him and smelled more like an angel than he thought possible, he became like a changed man

Not going to lie, he kinda felt like a creep for a few weeks

He would lean down and just smell your hair

Not subtlety either, he would shove his head right into your hair and give it a whiff, and you didn't stop him so he just kept doing it

Eventually, when he showered he would sniff every single bottle until he found the right one, and once that happened he would jerk to the smell of you every time he showered

But that wasn't enough, so he joined you in the shower

(right after you you washed the shampoo out of your hair he railed you against the wall until the water got cold, so now you two just take baths)

As a joke, you got him the mans version of your shampoo and he gloats about it like a gold metal

He smells like his girl, that’s all he needs

(all he needs to make atsumu feel forever alone, his only goal in life, besides marrying you and having a 10x better wedding than Atsumu)

Tendou Satori

Mans didn't even try to hide it

What use would that be? The smell of your hair gave him a hard-on and he wanted to let you know

He straight-up asks about it and now had four bottles ready for when you need one

When he walks by you in the hallway he’ll grab your head and smell, just to hold him through for a while

He was so enamored by it that he let Ushiwaka smell your hair, and you received a “very nice” from the man

Now he takes pride in his hair washing skills, and that’s about as far as showers with him get

Until you got a body wash that matched

And now he only fucks you before you wash anything, it cuts downtime

He has washed his hair with it for a while but decided that he would just drag you to him when he wanted a whiff

It always smelled better on you anyway, so you're stuck with him for now

Akaashi Keiji

Of course, it smelt good, he got it for you

But the bottle didn't do it justice

Nothing could prepare him for when you ran up to him telling him about your day and smelling that sweet lavender in your hair

And he was done for

He’s been turned into a mess

Every time he gets a smell of your hair, he’s ready to bust

On the bright side, he has gotten more spur of the moment blowjobs than any other point in his life so he isn't one to complain

And he knows you know what it's doing to him

He sees the little smirks and the sneaky invitations to shower

Showers that always lead to both of you soaking wet and dripping water all over the house trying to get to your room

(who designed this stupid apartment its a headache)

So he was really happy when he found a perfume of the same sent, you got a good laugh out of that

It does not stop you from wearing it, only on date nights though, its sacred now

Kenma Kozume

He first smelled it in the early morning before an important meeting

Now he really didn't want to go, not only were you soft but now you smelled like the gates of heaven

So as soon as you went home, he pulled you to the shower and manded which one you used

And he bought an entire crate of it. And some other same scented products

Then demanding kenma came out, you were only to use at least one of these items, it was your scent and he never wanted you smelling of anything else

Unless you smelled like him, then it was ok

Cuddles got longer and his sex drive went through the roof

He talked about it so much that some of his fans sent little bottles of perfume for you, yo which he had you appear on a stream to say thank you

He smiles a lot more too, whether it was the fumes from the shampoo or he loves it that much

Who cares, he was smiley and loved how you smelled

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lxstfulbeans · 3 years

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JUST CURIOUS OR NOOOOT....if you’re open or not, that’s cool~....

*slides a hundred your way*

I must know, what would it be like for Levi, Erwin, and lastly HANGE *clears throat* to be with a Black S/O, but here’s the catch. They’re the only black person behind the wall..well atleast what’s his name comes around..

Also, Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated, sleep well, relax, breathe, happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

Aight I gotchu babes, lemme get that hunnid up outcha 😏. And thank you so much 🥺 same to you!!

I feel like I gave more to Erwin and Hange than Levi, but I love these three equally 😭✋🏽. But, hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons: what it’s like with the only black s/o behind the walls.

Levi Ackerman:

When he first met you, he’s like “what in the fuck-“

He never meant it in bad way, oh no ma’am. It’s just that NO ONE has ever seen anyone like you before, let alone thought there were people of a different race.

But knowing Levi, and seeing his resting bitch face.. how could you ever know 💀.

My guy literally lived in the UNDERGROUND, on some “City of Ember” type shit, and has never seen someone like you before.

When you decided to join the Survery Corps. then eventually choosing the Scouts after being top of your class. He took it as an opportunity to observe you (well, him and like twenty, thirty other people 💀), whenever y’all sat and talked about expedition plans with Hange and the Commander, he enjoyed listening to you speak your mind and blast your opinions.

And don’t get me started on how strong and open-minded you are.

Eventually, he’ll start catching feelings. He’ll talk to you more, occasionally praise you for a job well done more than he’s done ANYONE else. He’ll even fucking compliment you and pick up on little things you’ve done.

Of course, when the other brats get outta hand when it comes to awful flirting and tryna see what that thang do. He shuts that shit down before it can even start.

“Oi. Get the fuck outta here before I use you as live bait for the Titans.”

Best believe they skedaddled.

He asks if you’re okay, and to tell him that if anyone else makes you uncomfortable like that again so he could properly whoop they ass.

Y’all get to talking and.. somehow talk most of the day away.

When he heard you laugh, he was struck. His heart pounding, though he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips.

Then, he asks you to be his. Which you accept with pride.

He’s always there to help you with wash days if you need it. He loves helping you, even if he doesn’t really show it.

Oh, and that discrimination shit? Y’all can cut that shit out right now cuz Levi don’t play.

Teamwork makes the dream work when it comes to cleaning. He’s impressed at how much better you are at it than he others.

Oh and your COOKING babyyy

He be stingy with it for sure. He was big mad when everybody else wanted some, at least you saved some pie for him.

And y’all are partners in fucking crime. Y’all be bodying Titans left and right bruh. Don’t nobody want the smoke.

Erwin Smith:

Oh my lawd, why is he so fine and RESPECTFUL 😔✊🏽.

Okay, okay this ain’t about me rn heheh.

Honestly, he’ll be flabbergasted to be in your presence. He’s never seen someone of a different race before, he wondered were there more of you on the outside?

When he saw you the first time on the return from another expedition outside the walls. His eyes met you and he was just.. amazed. He was sure that he wasn’t seeing things but, he had to see you again.

When he couldn’t find you, he had to come to the conclusion that you were a hallucination. I mean, he was exhausted, sleep deprived, and hungry.

But, eventually he found you by yourself at the bridge. He was amazed at how the morning sun made you glow, reflecting off of your brown skin.

When you caught him staring, he choked on his words as he rambled with apologies. This made you smile, inviting him to sit and enjoy the morning with you.

Y’all started talking and you just.. clicked. When he heard your laugh for the first time, he had it bad.

He tried visiting you as much as he could, even if it was only a simple “hello, how are you?” or the slightest of small talk.

When the Walls were invaded, you were helpless. No one bothered to help you, either saving their own asses or being eaten alive. You couldn’t count the times where you were so close to meeting death. You refused to become a victim and have fear control you.

When you joined the Scouts, he was shocked to you standing here before him. Your fist over your heart as you announce yourself. He never thought you would be here about to risk your life everyday.

But, he saw that fire in your eyes and smiled.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety but would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to you.

He’s a busy man. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t sit and talk with you all of the time. If you were lucky, he’d send a smile or even a wink your way.

Though, he’s often caught you by yourself again, watching the sunset or gazing into the night sky. The way you skin would glow made him look back on old times.

He sits with you, talking the night away and making you smile again.

Overtime, you eventually get closer. When you originally closed yourself of because of the events of “That Day”, but opened up more and more when you both were together.

Whenever somebody tries to snitch on you to him, you’re literally not phased by this shit.

“Tell him then, I don’t give no fuck! Matter of fact, I’ll tell him for you!”

He honestly adores how you don’t take shit from anybody, but he lets you get away with a little bit of things. He won’t reprimand you but will give you a slap on the wrist if you went too far with something.

Whenever he says something unintentionally funny, you just crack up laughing. Like, you are wheezing so silently and rolling on the floor in tears. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at how silly you were.

He adored everything about you. Your laugh, how your skin glows in the light, your captivating smile, and how you weren’t playing games with nobody.

This time, he realizes his growing feelings for you.

Eventually, he confesses his feelings to you. Like this man is poetic as hell, he’s listing off everything he loves about you, even the little things made his heart soar. You were honestly shocked that your Commander felt this way about you.. but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same.

After y’all get boo’d up, you’re basically a power couple.

Somebody got one time to talk shit about you, on god he is on them like white on rice.

“If you say one more word about them, I will personally make sure that on the next expedition, I will leave you behind...”

Ah, don’t you just love it when it he gets serious and protective?

And both y’all side-eye the fuck outta people when they don’t rub you the right way.

Wash days? He’s all for it. Once he sees your arms drooping, clearly worn out from washing your hair, he’ll happily roll up his sleeves and get up in there.

Bruh, have you seen his hands?? You KNOW his massages are bomb af, like you damn near fall asleep everytime he massages and scratches your scalp.

Don’t get him started on your cooking, he’d do anything for it. He gets so happy when you save extra plates for him to eat later.

When push comes to shove and everyone’s losing their shit, you have to be strong. Erwin’s always motivated you and inspired you, if humanity had any chance to survive, you had to show it.

“Y’all need to get yo shit together PERIODT! It’s okay to be scared, but we won’t make it out of this if you keep actin’ like this! Y’all signed up to protect humanity right?! Well, show these Titans who they fuckin’ with!”

After hearing that.. he wanted to marry you.

(bonus: let’s say that he’s alive 💀 cuz I literally cried when he got clapped like how-)

When you were finally able to go outside the walls without any fear of the Titans, you felt free.

When you came across the ocean, he couldn’t take his eye off of how amazed you looked at the clear blue waters, the sun making it shine towards its horizon.

“It’s everything Cadet Arlelt said, right? Where there’s an ocean.. there’s other lands, eventually other enemies.”

“I know. We made it this far, it’s only right that we keep goin’.”

Hange Zoë:

Hange can GET IT MM- 🤧 they are literally so fine.

oh, and it’s kinda canon that they’re non-binary so 😃.

This’ll be after you first join the Scouts and baby they was on you like white on rice INSTANTLY.

They’ve never seen anyone like you before. It was almost forbidden to learn or talk about anything beyond the walls, were there more of you?? Where did you come from?

Though, they’re outta pocket questions and lack of knowledge of something called, “personal space” kinda made you nervous so they brought down a couple notches.

When they got to know you more, they were just ecstatic to see you.

When Hange caught you alone, basking in the warm embrace of the sun, they couldn’t take the throbbing of their heart as your dark skin was shining.

When you eventually start dating, they had no problem putting folks in their place when they try you.

“Alright, I see that you have quite a lot to say about my s/o! I bet you won’t be spouting a word when you come face to face with Titan. I’ll happily let you see them up close..”

They’d absolutely kill for your cooking. Deadass. If they’re not the first and last one to get a plate, they’ll be big mad for a hot minute.

I’m sure they observe you a lot, especially when it comes to your routines and how you try your best not to smell like a hunnid cans of bounce dat ass 💀. So when wash day comes and you’re kinda tired after training, they’ll happily wash your hair for you.

They’ll praise you for all the hard work you’ve done, giving you little forehead kisses, massaging and giving light scratches to your scalp.

OOH WEE- you are in absolute heaven with them.

Both of y’all share that chaotic energy, bugging the hell outta Levi when you get the chance.

When it comes to fighting Titans, y’all don’t play! When it’s time to put the moves on ‘em you do it!

- - END SCENE - -

#poc writers #anime headcanons #black reader #attack on titan #aot x black!reader #anime x black!reader #poc reader #erwin headcanons #hange headcanons #levi headcanons #attack on titan headcanons

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silvercrystalwhump · 3 years

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Here’s some more Vincent and Dmitri while I write a far more angsty drabble. It's short but I'm working on something else rn.

Vincent Shield and Kauri Grant belong to @ashintheairlikesnow

TW: alcohol usage

Vincent leans back his chair and holds the small glass of something sweet and alcoholic. His fingers tap against the glass mindlessly as he loses himself in the nightclub’s music. The familiar buzz that comes with alcohol drapes across his senses. Dmitri gently holds Vincent’s other hand. He feels Dmitri’s thumb rub circles into the top of Vincent’s hand. Like a boat floating out in a harbor while still tied to the dock, the feeling is strangely grounding.

Vincent shifts his weight around and sits forward. The hood of one of Dmitri’s hoodies slips off Vincent’s head.

“You look so small in that,” Dmitri chuckles, sipping on some rum & coke, “You get swallowed in it.”

Vincent rolls his eyes and pulls the hood back over his head, “It’s because you’re a giant, Dmitri. What are you even doing?”

“People watching,” Dmitri says as he tilts his head in Vincent’s direction, “There was a pride event in town today and now there’s a bunch of new people.”

Dmitri brings the glass back up to his lips, it was his only one so far. Vincent had already had five. There is a tiny bit of guilt swirling in the mess of Vincent’s mind over it. Dmitri was paying for all of their drinks tonight and Vincent is already walking the tightrope between tipsy and drunk.

“Why don’t you ever drink much?” Vincent asks as he presses into Dmitri’s shoulder. The colors of the nightclub are slowly beginning to dance around Vincent’s vision, drifting in places they shouldn’t.

Dmitri shrugs and exhales, “I just don’t partially like being drunk. I’ve woken up in jail after nights drinking too many times for me to count. I get stupid whne drunk.”

“And you get honest,” Vincent chuckles and he reaches forward and takes some of Dmitri’s food that materialized between now and when they sat down. It’s french fries. “The one time you got drunk around me you told me a lot of personal details that you would have avoided when you’re sober.”

Dmitri shakes his head and snakes his arm around Vincent’s waist, holding him gently. Vincent rests his head on the tall man’s shoulder. The hood falls past his face and he is clouded in darkness. Parts of his head stop spinning as the lights stop reaching his eyes.

Just Dmitri and his smell.

Then, words left Vincent’s mouth that surprised even him, “I shouldn’t have drunk that much.”

Dmitri chuckles and Vincent basks in the rumbling of his chest. He feels Dmitri lean over and kiss him on the head.

“Yeah, you’ve probably drank enough to kill a horse so I’d stop.”

“No,” Vincent mutters as he pulls himself upright. He takes another sip of his drink, the sugary liquor burning through his esophagus. He licks his lips and the sugary residue washes over them. “It’s not that easy.”

Dmitri reaches into the bowl and hands Vincent a couple of french fries, “I get it, you want me to get you mocktails? Cassie makes them so well they taste alcoholic.”

Vincent takes the fries and nearly swallows them whole. Leaning forward, his eyes scan the crowd of people. Many dance close with partners. They embrace under the changing lights of the nightclub. Music fills the spaces between. All have wide smiles from either carefree joy or drunken bliss.

An envy blooms in Vincent’s chest.

“Vee?”

Dmitri looks down at Vincent with a warm smile, “If you want I can order you mocktails?”

“Yeah,” Vincent replies quickly, “We can do that.”

Dmitri’s smile deepens and it bleeds over to Vincent.

“You’re contagious,” Vincent pokes as he drags Dmitri’s fries in front of him, “And these are mine now.”

“Really?” Dmitri says leaning down.

Vincent laughs and presses his nose against his, “Yes, yes they are.”

A smile widens across both Vincent and Dmitri’s face. They share breath.

I wanna kiss you.

“Dmitri!” Kauri, someone he shouldn’t be surprised to see here, surprises him and he drags a chair up to their table, “You haven't been here in awhile.”

Dmitri leans back and shrugs, “Could say the same for you. You used to practically live here before.”

Kauri laughs and Vincent can’t tell if it’s genuine or whether it's an act. If it’s that latter, it's a damn good one. “Who’s this?”

Vincent rips himself away from Dmitri and hides back inside the hoodie. Pulling on the strings, he tries to hide away from the pair of prying eyes that know too much.

He watches, for a moment, Kauri’s expression shift. The blind curiosity vanishes and a deeper, more knowing desire strides in its stead. Vincent feels his stomach drop and masks the anxious anticipation that threatens to spill across his face.

Please Kauri, don’t say anything.

“Is he someone new?” Kauri asks with his typical playful mischief.

Dmitri shakes his head. A flash of pride flickers in his eyes as he responds, “Nope, been on his arm for awhile. Where’s yours? What’s blondie’s name?”

Kauri laughs as he turns around in the chair and clicks his tongue, “Jake’s somewhere. Don’t worry about him, he’s better at taking care of himself than anyone else I know.”

Dmitri chuckles and takes another sip of his liquor, “You two out enjoying the festivities?”

Vincent wiggles a finger into Dmitri’s hand. Dmitri takes his hand gently and gives it a firm squeeze. He lets himself fade into the music, buzz, and salt, trying to avoid eye contact with the man sitting across from him.

“Just the night, out enjoying the eye candy,” Kauri coos, eyes flicking across Dmitri in less than a blink. Kauri, the master of eye flicks, keeps glancing back down at Vincent.

Vincent stays quiet.

Dmitri rolls his eyes and rubs Vincent’s knuckles again. He gives Kauri a look akin to a slightly annoyed father, “I have my own eye candy, so don’t worry about me.”

Vincent rests his head on Dmitri’s shoulder and pulls more on the strings. He wants to just vanish into the music or into Dmitri. Either works for him.

Kauri glances over his shoulder at Jake, who is emerging from the crowd of people, “Speaking of, my eye candy’s here.” Kauri snatches Vincent’s glass of sweet liquor and shoots the rest of the glass down in a gulp before setting it down and spinning it on the table toward Vincent, “Kiss him goodnight for me will you.”

The singing of the glass against the metal table makes Vincent’s dental implants vibrate in his skull. He winces and stops the glass with his free hand.

Vincent watches Kauri trot up to Jake and take his hand, pull him close, and whisper something in his ear. Jake rolls his eyes and Kauri just smiles. It was probably about him.

“You look tired,” Dmitri says, wrapping one of his legs around Vincent’s, “Wanna head out soon.”

Vincent nods silently. It is the truth, he is tired, but he just feels worn.

Looking up at Kauri and Jake or any of the happy, young couples around, the one thing Vincent could think of is, That could’ve been me in a different life.

Dmitri places a kiss on Vincent’s head and hands him some more fries.

Vincent just lets himself be lost in the smell of Dmitri and the sounds of life around him.

Nat walks into Jake’s living room, confusion covering her face.

Kauri and Jake sit snuggled up together on the couch listening to the TV and Antoni cooking breakfast in the kitchen. The sounds of life slowly begin to emerge around them.

Nat holds up her phone and looks at Kauri, “Kauri… why did Vince text me this morning to ask you ‘Why.’ What did you do?”

Kauri looks up from Jake’s shoulder and says contently, “I got within three feet of Vincent fucking Shield, are you proud of me Nat?”

“What did you do?”

“The answer to his question is, why not.”

Nat blinks at Kauri, now even more confused.

#dmitri o'brian #vincent shield #vince just wants some repreive #emotional whump #kauri is my favorite little shit #tw: alcohol

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tojiswh0re · 3 years

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could you some with naga!bakugou? if you don’t know what it is, it’s basically just a mermaid but instead of a fish tail, it is a snake. basically, y’all meet in the woods when you find him trapped in a hunter’s trap. obviously you help him out, but he doesn’t appreciate the ‘pity’ so he starts yelling a you and stuff. you part ways, but return to the forest later to see if you can find the mysterious creature again. he basically goes through the same feel though process, but for him, instead of pure curiosity, it’s more like there’s something clawing at the back of his mind to meet, to talk to, and maybe even touch this new human that has caught his attention. y’all have several meetings, chatting and walking (and in his case, slithering) through his territory, which he takes pride in showing you. that this point you all DEFINITELY really like each other. but bakugou, a snake man thingy, doesn’t understand how humans get their partners or even how to go about that, so he tries (keyword: tries) his own naga way of stubbly asking someone to be is partner. obviously you’re not getting it, so he ends up having to come out with it himself. fluffy times and cuddling ensues 💖❤️pls make it sweet and comforting, i need an escape rn 🥺 thx!!

hi, thanks for being my first ask!! i hope you like this little fic/drabble (idk what to call it) as usual the reader is poc inclusive and gender neutral!! naga!bakugou below if you’re not sure what he looks like! warnings: swearing, usage of a knife

you find you're strolling through the forest with nothing better to do and hear rustling to your far right. you pull out your bow and arrows (you can never be too safe) and aim to wear the sounds emerge from. you stalk your way silently making sure not to step on any twigs or snares since you know that these are common hunting grounds. but to your surprise, you see something in a net suspended from a tree. you put your bow and arrows away relaxing slightly and gawk at the creature in the net.

'what you looking at dumbass?!' so it talks? i mean that's not very surprising due to the amount of mystical creatures you encounter on a daily basis.

'do you need any help?'

'do i look like i need help stupid'

'yes. yes you do.' you smirked at him and pulled a knife from it's holster and made your way to release the stubborn creature from the snare.

'don't fucking touch me' it snarled at you. so you sit down, knowing that at some point it'll let you free it before it becomes someone's dinner. you take your time know to study the creature which you realized to be a naga. on it's backside were black scales that the sunlight glinted of making it seem like it was sparkling, on it's belly however was a gradient of fiery orange scales in rows. you wondered what it's feel like to touch. then your eyes made there way oh so slowly taking in its athletic form. then you meet it's ruby red eyes that were glaring at yours.

'can you just get me out of this shy snare and stop gawking at me pervert.'

'ask nicely and im not a pervert i was just looking to see if you were injured!' you see him his cock his brow showing that there was no way he would ask nicely you don't think the word 'please' is even in his vocabulary. you decide not to humiliate him further and release him from the snare. as he drops down you see the way he towers over you.

'thanks.'

' your welcome grumpy'

'what'd you call me?!' you just roll your eyes and walk away not wanting to be in the presence of this irritating creature as handsome as he was.

...

you for some dumb reason decide to return to the forest to scout out the naga you saw the previous week as you couldn't shake the thought of it. you happen to find it in the same place looking for something. he slithers over to you and gives you a dead rat? now it's your turn to cock your brow.

'kiri said that i should give my thanks in a better way.' but you slowly settle into conversation finding out that he was called bakugou and you guys walked (in his case slithered) through his territory, him with a cocky smirk on his face obviously proud of the land he'd aquired. he talks to you about some 'extras' as he put it but you really knew that he was quite fond of them. you find yourself having the occasional picnic and explain to him that humans don't eat rats and you swore you could've seen a blush decorate his cheeks. over time the distance between you guys shortens to the point where your knuckles graze the others from time to time. a deep affection for the ill-mannered naga festered within you which you weren't sure how to address. if you even should address it?

one day, bakugou sends you a letter demanding for your presence in the spot where you first met you decide to go and see what he wants this time but to find dead rats on the floor and he's stood there holding some weeds? he senses your confusion and remarks,

'Girl, I heard you like snake, do you swallow like one?' immediately you start laughing and poor bakugou just looks so confused.

'suki,' you say in between laughs 'what the hell?!

' stupid denki told me this is how to court human females' you raised your brows. court? you felt a swirl of emotions,but mainly denail. you didn't think he was being serious as much as you wanted him to.

'ha ha very funny suki' mans just looks at you like 0_0

'im not joking?'

'oh' you go to him hesitantly and take the weeds from his hand and place a tender kiss on his cheek in which he turns just in time for his lips to meet yours. you guys sit down (avoiding the dead rats) and just hold each other basking in the others embrace.

#bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #mha fluff #bakugou x poc!reader #bakugou x black reader #bnha drabble #mha drabble #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff

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freeseafirefly · 3 years

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Ob[li]vious (RinHaru fanfic)

Since I'm back to the fandom after a 7-years-hiatus (not that i ever stopped loving these idiots) and have just learned some exiting things like a new movie coming out on the date Harurinralia episode aired, RinHaru advertizing Tokyo Olympics merch etc, you can imagine what an emotional mess I am rn. Also, i've rewatched the anime and read some things i haven't yet read (like Season 1 novel), and all the feels are so fresh as if i'm back to 2014 T_T Thank you, Free!, for being my time machine. Thank you, RinHaru fandom, for being strong over the years, I love you all sfm T_T

Anyway, there's probably tons of RinHaru Olympics fanfiction (gonna catch up on it), but I couldn't help it once my head started imagining this. It's nothing much, no plot and non-native engrish, but i want to contribute something to this fandom, too. Also, it's probably a parallel universe cause it's Sydney Olympics. Idk. I just wanted it all in one :)

Read on AO3 or under the cut

“Haru…!” Rin chokes out as he claps his hand against the wall and watches the familiar slender shape cleave the air over his head, all in one heartbeat that seems like eternity.

It’s the same as in elementary school. The same as in the second grade of high school. As in a number of dreams Rin had over the years. The same, yet much, much louder.

...The crowds on the stadium lose their minds as Haru slices his way through to the end of the pool, a ferocious underwater lightning that seems to warp space and time themselves, and the moment he touches the wall the world goes white with noise.

Shining.

It’s the shining of the Olympic Gold.

Rin drifts back to reality, at least some limited version of it, to the feeling of Haru's body crushing against his in a stormy hug, and they're both screaming, God knows what, just as the rest of their relay team and the Olympic Sydney and probably the whole freaking world right now.

And Rin can almost process it, flashing before his eyes in an almost coherent sequence of images: years of ups and downs—Haru—their best team—his father’s proud shadow—Haru’s laughter—Japanese flags everywhere— But for an endless moment, the spinning world freezes, and it’s only him and Haru. Alone. They’re together in this place of dreams, right on the spot where Haru broke out of his shell and found his passion, eyes shining and wings unfurled; and Rin can barely breathe as he squeezes him in return, something irrepressible exploding in his chest. And Haru laughs , all tears and sweat and dripping water that leave a salty taste on Rin’s lips because at this moment, it seems only natural to press a kiss to the side of Haru’s neck and then breathe out: “We did it, Haru! We fucking did it...!”

He doesn't think about how gay it must look, and he doesn't have the time to, actually, because the next moment the world picks up full speed, and it's not just him and Haru but their whole team in a jumbled heap of dorks going nuts on the poolside because they have the fucking right.

The locker room is a mess, too. They sing and shout something jolly and off-key and victorious, kiss their gold medals, drink non-alcoholic beer because some of the guys still have races tomorrow, but Rin is still drunk and he can’t quite feel the ground under his feet. They have to sober up a bit for some government officials to congratulate them on the phone with high words about the honor of Japan and the historical achievement; then for the press to ask them some obligatory, obvious things. What do you mean what I’m feeling right now? I am HAPPY! What? Me kissing Haru? Of course I would kiss him all over again because WE FUCKING DID IT! Hey, Haru! But Haruka is not by his side as he’s probably answering some stupid questions, too, and Rin just laughs, blows kisses into the camera I LOVE YOU ALL! and rushes back to hook himself into the jumping circle of his precious teammates, coaches and staff, and sing the hymn once again.

The emotional burnout afterward is real. They walk down the street in deafening silence, he and Haru, just two ordinary guys in their everyday clothes as if they weren't THE BEST IN THE WORLD mere minutes ago. Hell, they still are. Rin can barely keep in the giggles that are bubbling in his chest. He feels like they’re some galactic heroes in disguise. It’s freaking awesome.

Haru is silent, though, probably still not quite back to it, or maybe he’s just being Haru again. Rin leaves him be.

Sydney fusses around them, colorful and bright, all dressed in olympic yet still the same familiar Sydney that once broke his bones and watched him drown with these bright cold eyes. Yet Rin loves Sydney. Look at me now, he thinks proudly. Look at me.

But Sydney doesn’t care to look, too busy in its daily routine, too large. They could’ve just taken a taxi to the station, but somehow, without sparing a word, they both decided it’s a walk. Sometimes Rin wonders if they’ve already reached that level of synchrony where they just don’t need words. It’s been years, after all. Mostly spent apart, but still. It’s not so hard to read Haru when you know him through. Not hard at all.

Yet now, he keeps dead-silent, and keeps not looking at Rin, and Rin begins to feel uncomfortable.

Is it that kiss, after all…?

Rin tries to think back, through his most recent memories which are a mashup of the wildest moments of his life, back to that moment. And his body immediately flushes with heat from the vividness of it.

...Haru’s skin is silky and smooth, and his wet hair are soft between Rin's fingers. Haru’s hands are squeezing Rin so tight there must be bruises on his back. Haru’s taste is… Haru-like. Rin can still sense it on his lips. He sucked it in too hungrily, absolutely in a non platonic way. At the mere thought, a sweet wave washes through his body from head to toe, making his every nerve buzz. Rin chokes on a breath and stumbles.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

Haru flinches slightly but still doesn’t look his way.

The reality begins to sink in. Rin is an idiot.

It does look gay. Totally.

Rin sees the photos on their train ride—mostly the screenshots various people mailed him—when he jams a cap over his hair and fishes his phone out of his pocket, absently going through his inbox. All the messages are a crazy mess of emoji and caps YOU DID IT WERE SO PROUD OF YOU and they all end up mentioning that kiss. Rin curses under his breath and switches his phone off.

Shit.

And of course, of course where they have to be heading now is that exact same room in that same freaking hotel because Haru called Rin on the night before their flight and said he must book it.

That was a joke, moron! Rin palmed his feverish face, for once relieved they're talking on the phone, no video.

Yeah, I figured, Haruka said, and Rin registered—or imagined?—notes of sadness in his voice. But I thought it's a nice idea for a good luck tradition…

How is it a good luck tradition if we can't stay there before the tournament? Rin moaned, because obviously, they would be living and training with the national team in the Olympic village, what is this airhead even thinking?

Then we'll stay there afterward, Haru said matter-of-factly. It's the intention that matters. Book it.

It won't be available anyway, Rin sighed with exasperation.

Do it, Rin.

And just like that, Rin succumbed and went on to book the damn room, his face hot and his heart jumping and missing beats. Because it’s one thing when it's a mistake, and it’s a whole other freaking thing to do that on purpose, clicking all the OK buttons under the "1 double bed" "ensuite bathroom" shit and the pictures of the said bed and the said bathroom behind the glass.

And of course, of course it just ought to be available for that exact date. Holy fuck.

There would be times when Rin would seriously consider confessing. He would even go through the most romantic places in his head and compose the most perfect, totally non cliched lines. In his imagination, it would all be sakura petals and city lightscapes, breathtaking views, fancy restaurants with the best mackerel dishes and—if he let his imagination wander off further—private pools and night beaches. He knew it obviously wasn’t a good idea, but he also knew he would jump into it someday. Probably. When they’ve achieved their dream and he’s desperate enough and—

And what? Haru—suddenly—likes him back?

Rin knew Haru liked him, probably even loved him, but not in that way. Obviously not in that way.

...But now, just like that, everything is out in the open, and there’s no meaning in confessions anymore. Rin clenches his sweaty hands as panic begins to engulf him, slowly like a tide.

They walk the last stretch past the quay, and somehow it feels so nostalgic as though they used to live here, not spent a couple of nights some years ago. The city skyline across the water is drowning in the purplish haze of the evening as the night draws closer. So does their destination. Rin feels nausea tugging at his insides.

His voice is a crack as he finally braces himself and says, “There on the poolside... Sorry. I lost it.”

It does not rip through the thick silence between them. Somehow, makes it even heavier.

...This is not how Rin pictured their post-victory evening. In his thoughts, it would be a blur of merry partying involving blissful laughter and bright sparkles in Haru’s eyes, as well as touching words of eternal friendship, team spirit and camaraderie; and the most intimate feeling of love finally intertwined with the joy of the achieved dream would be only for Rin to bask in, drown in, his deepest secret. It was never supposed to confuse and burden Haru. It was never supposed to come out for the whole world to behold.

Now, it must be all over the news. A spur-of-the-moment Olympic coming out... The Japanese Team lets passion speak after the dramatic victory... The Pride Flag rises high in the Olympic Sydney... Rin hisses under his breath.

He's fucking ruined it.

“It won't happen again. Ever,” he finds it important to add. Like it somehow can turn back the tide, fix things and make Haru—along with the rest of the world—just forget.

“Eh?” Haru's voice comes barely audible through the thick beats of pulse in Rin's ears, and the sound of his steps halts.

Haru...halts.

Rin flinches and turns around.

“Ever... Again...” Haruka's lips move without producing a sound. He still doesn’t look at Rin. The bangs fall over his eyes like a shadow.

Rin is confused.

...until something rings alert in his memory. It was one of Rei's talks while Rin was teaching him swimming on the evenings. “...He had been out of it ever since that loss to you. And in the Regionals, it's like he finally collapsed. ‘Will I never swim with Rin again...?’ He seemed devastated.”

Rin was... shaken once again by Rei's revelation. "I won. It means I don't have to swim with you ever again. Ever." He never knew his words had affected Haru that much back then.

It was another grain of hope, another detail Rin attached to his imaginary “signs puzzle”, too eager and incautious. He knew it was a bad idea, he fucking knew it right from the start, and today it finally overflowed, breaking through the barrier of his self-control.

“Ever. Again.” Haru repeats in a firmer voice, his lips twitching in a scoff. And when he raises his head at last, his eyes are a flash of blue blazing Rin’s heart: “Are you chickening out now?”

Rin gulps. Heat flushes the back of his neck. “I’m not...! It’s my fault, ok. You don’t have to comment on it to the press. Just tell them they can go to hell. I’ll do the explaining.” It’s my fault. You shouldn’t be dragged through that shit. You can’t let it affect you, Haru…

“Rin.” He still can’t read through the calmness of Haru’s voice, and maybe even Makoto wouldn’t. “It is you who cares about these things. I never did.”

...and Rin feels all the air being squeezed out of his lungs. He’s back to that horrible, devastating moment in the dark changing room when Haru yelled at him almost the exact same words, “What future? What dreams? It’s you who cares about these things! I’m not like you...!”

Rin forces air back into his lungs. Now, Haru seems rather steady. It is Rin’s voice that trembles as he says, “Like hell you don’t care… wasn’t it you who stopped in the middle of the pool once because of all the pressure?”

“It wasn’t because of the pressure,” Haru denies right away. "It was because I couldn’t understand why I must feel pressured. I just wanted to swim. Not to please the public.”

“You mean… This thing now doesn’t bother you either?”

“Why must it?”

Rin chuckles as he exhales, “Right. You’re the guy who would undress in the middle of a shop to dive into an aquarium, after all…”

Rin's knees almost give out with relief. He’s been an idiot to fear that Haru may leave this path—the path he’d once chosen and never wavered since then—just because of some stupid public scrutiny. And no, Haru's also wrong, because this shit doesn't really bother Rin on itself—but only as far as it affects Haru.

Haruka just nods seriously, his eyes—deadly focused blue lasers—never leaving Rin’s. “If this issue is settled, let’s talk about the important stuff. You kissed me, Rin.”

“I-I thought we’ve just been talking about it,” Rin says in a small voice, panic returning and hitting him like a wave. Right. Publicity is one thing; but what happened between them still stands, and it can't be brushed away just like that. “Haru… I’m sorry. I was carried away by all the feels. It's nothing. It’s not like I… want anything, you know…” he trails off.

Breathe, Rin. Just breathe.

“So, you are chickening out. Even with the gold medal on your chest.”

“I’ve said that I’m not!” Rin clenches his fists in desperation. "God, what do you want me to say now? The obvious? Wanna laugh at my misery...?” No, Haru wouldn’t laugh, he would feel guilty and sad, like that winter when they were 13, and it’s even worse. “Want it to ruin everything we’ve achieved together...?”

“Ruin?” Haru closes the distance between them in a few firm steps like he means it, and halts only when they’re inches apart. Are they being too loud...? Right, they’re still on the quay… Rin backs off until his ass bumps against the railing. But Haru probably wants to push him into the water because he closes those last inches, too, and presses their foreheads together. “Ruin...like this?” his breath soughs across Rin’s parted lips, “—or maybe like this?” And then it’s not just air, but a touch, too. Hot, angry, gentle, wet, greedy— short. Too short. “You’re such a drama queen, Rin.”

...Passers-by continue walking past them as if the world hasn’t just shaken and ground to a halt. Nobody even looks their way. Ok, this is Sydney, not Iwatobi, not like it’s too big of a deal here, two guys standing like this on the quay and— wait, what…?!

“Haru… Do you… too…”

“Obviously. I do.”

“Since when…?”

“Since forever. I thought you knew.”

“Me? Knew…?” Rin barely recovers enough to peel his hands off the metal and clasp them on Haru’s forearms lest he disappears, and everything is another dream, and Rin is the biggest idiot again. “How on earth? Why couldn’t you just say anything?”

“...wasn’t sure you feel the same,” Haru grumbles.

“Oh? Wasn’t it obvious ?” Rin asks in a mocking voice.

“It kinda was.” Haru is still agonizingly close, just enough a distance to look into each other’s eyes, yet he keeps glancing down at Rin’s lips, and each of these glances releases a jar of butterflies in Rin’s stomach. “You’ve been staring at me with these lovestruck eyes since elementary. But it also could have been that you’re just an idiot, so.”

Rin digs his nails into his skin, outraged but too messed up to come up with a witty response in a second, since another second Haru adds, his voice soft and suddenly not so confident anymore: “Anyway... I was afraid to screw up everything, and before the Olympics, too.”

“Now who is the drama queen?” Rin whispers, tentatively sliding his hands up Haru’s arms, sensing goosebumps popping up under his fingertips.

“It’s still you,” Haru smiles and kisses the tear off Rin’s eyelashes.

I want to add the hotel part, of course, once i finish it. So, let me know what you think about it so far! Love you all <3

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