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hannieehaee · 5 months

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omg first of all i want to say that i love your writing, you’re amazing 😫

secondly, i saw that you opened your request for 1k followers, so i was wondering if you could do and angst-to-fluff reaction including hip hop unit? the specific one i had in my mind was about finding out that you’re pregnant and some initial anger/shock/disbelief coming from the boys, but i totally understand if you won’t do it, because i know not everyone may be comfortable with this topic. if so, feel free to ignore it or do whatever else you want 🫶🏼

lots of love, anon 🥰

finding out you're pregnant - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 635

a/n: thank u so much for ur kind words anon T-T and tysm for requesting!! sorry i took so long ;-; it was a lil hard for me to gauge a negative reaction out of them tbh i like to assume theyd be supportive straight away but i hope u liked what i came up with anyway <3

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seungcheol -

he had always wanted to be a dad. it was one of his biggest dreams ever since he could remember. the moment he met you, he was sure he wanted to be the father of your children, often even daydreaming about it whenever he'd see you play family with him and kkuma. he was unsure as to why his first reaction upon you skeptically telling him you might be pregnant was to ice you out. he felt like a total asshole, not knowing how else to react to such life-changing news. he knew it was just the initial shock of it. he did want kids. he was ecstatic. he was just too shocked to react properly, hurting your feelings in the process.

it would take him a lot of apologizing to get you to forgive him for bis stupidity, having grown terrified that he mightve been mad at the news. he'd reassure you that he was happier than ever, almost crying at the thought of a daughter to raise with the love of his life. would eternally feel guilty he had made you doubt how much he'd love a family with you even for a second.

wonwoo -

this was all he had ever wanted ever since the two of you got together. he had immediately envisioned a family with you, a house, a long future together. he would've unfortunately reacted a bit too shocked at the news when you had first broke them to him. it was just .. you hadn't planned it. yes, he wanted it, but he didn't think it'd come this soon in your relationship. he would be initially too shocked to show any genuine happiness at it. in no way would he express disappointment or any negative feeling, but his lack of enthusiasm would have you rethinking things.

it wouldn't be until later in the day when he'd snap at himself, realizing how good these news were. would uncharacteristically begin getting emotional from how happy he was at the prospect of starting a family with you, apologizing for not showing his true emotions to you immediately after hearing the news.

mingyu -

he'd enter a state of shock, which was very out of character for the usually excitable man. his immediate lack of reaction would have you retracting, feeling like you'd somehow done something wrong. he'd immediately feel terrible about it, lightheartedly reassuring you that he was happy about it and that he'd support you no matter what.

i feel like he'd be the type to ponder over it for a few days, probably even coming to the conclusion of proposing to you if he knew you decided to have the baby. at that point he'd be happier than ever to know he was now starting a family with you.

vernon -

he was still so young. yeah, he wanted to be a dad, specially to your children, but he was at the height of his career, meaning that the time he was home was already limited as it was. he had always assumed he'd get to have a few years off after being an idol for as long as he was, allowing him to lock himself away and start a family with you. this was not how he planned it, something he had stupidly let you know when you told him the news, completely forgetting to tell you how incredibly happy the news of starting a family with you made him.

he'd feel devastated at the dejection in your demeanor after his stupid reaction, immediately backtracking and telling you how happy he was, how badly he wanted to start a family with you. there would be a lot of hurdles considering his life, but he would be willing to go through all of them if it meant building a family with you.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt x reader #svt #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen reactions #svt reactions #seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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His Love is All in Me

Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley

Summary: It's not every day you compete with a demon for the affections of an angel.

Soundtrack: The Boy is Mine by Brandy & Monica

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Jealousy. Unrequited Love. Choking. Crowley is a Dick.

Upon further reflection, maybe Crowley had been right to call you an interloper. Sure, you hadn't meant to intrude on the good thing he had with his angel that fateful, rainy evening in December when you'd first wandered into Aziraphale's shop. You also hadn't meant to steal the angel's attention. Hadn't meant to keep going back day after day. Hadn't meant to get attached.

But now here you were, deeply seated not just in a plush armchair in the angel's bookshop several months later, but also in the angel's life.

Which meant, for better or for worse, you were deeply seated in Crowley's life as well.

And he hated you.

He made it impossibly clear any time the two of you were alone, and though he pumped the brakes a little when Aziraphale was around, he didn't do much to hide it then either. You tried not to let it show, both for Aziraphale's peace of mind and so that Crowley wouldn't get the satisfaction of knowing he'd upset you... but it did weigh on you.

But no matter how much weight you can hold, eventually there's a point where it's too much and some (or all) of it goes tipping over.

Aziraphale was leaving for the weekend.

He said something about having to travel to the States to get a book he'd been after for years, darling. You were on board until he put you in charge of the shop. That would be... stressful. But manageable. And then Crowley walked in, and Aziraphale lit up, and told him that he was in charge too.

The glare Crowley sent you the moment the angel turned away made you want to wither and die.

Before he left, Aziraphale handed you a tray of freshly baked treats -- ones he knew you loved, your most favorite treats that you'd probably kill for.

"To remember me by," he said before leaving.

Once alone in the shop with Crowley, you threw him a wary glance. You wanted to say something -- anything -- but nothing came to mind. Nervously, you set the tray down on the table beside your usual chair before dipping behind the counter to grab the book you'd been reading.

You heard a snap, and when you looked back over, the tray of treats was on fire.

"Crowley!" you yelped, barely managing to set the book down before frantically looking for a fire extinguisher. There wasn't one -- somewhere in the logical part of your brain, you figured it was because the angel could just miracle a fire away. But that didn't help you, a mortal, right now.

"C-Crowley," you whimpered as you finally came to a halt, simply staring at the fire in defeat.

You looked up at the sound of another snap. You could see out of your peripheral that the fire was gone, but your main focus was on Crowley's infuriatingly smug expression.

It pained you to look away, but you forcefully pulled your expression off of him to look at the tray -- the fire had burned every single treat into inedible embers.

As you looked, some sound that vaguely resembled a laugh came out of Crowley, and you whipped around to glare at him.

"What is your FUCKING problem?!" you growled, storming up to him.

He easily could've overpowered you, killed you, done literally anything, but he let you slam him up into the nearest wall, let you press your arm to his throat. Not that he needed to breathe, but it was satisfying all the same.

"Ever since that first day you have had it out for me! I've been nothing but nice, and helpful, and accommodating to your stupid mood swings! What the fuck else can you possibly want from me, you fucking asshole!?"

"I want you gone," he replied simply.

Oh. On further reflection, you should've seen that coming.

"The angel doesn't love you. He can't. You're but a fleeting little infatuation -- a pet. The moment you start withering, start showing your cursed humanity, he'll lose interest."

"Why do you even care?" you asked exasperatedly. "You've had six thousand years with him and you'll have six thousand more, infinite times over. Why do you care if he's distracted for a few years out of eternity?"

"Because he's mine!" Crowley hissed. "He's my friend. My Angel."

"This whole fucking time," you said with a sigh. "This whole time I thought you hated me for a real reason -- but you were just jealous? This whole time, you only hated me because you can't stand the idea of Aziraphale liking anyone else."

Suddenly, the tables were flipped and you were the one pressed to the wall. Unlike Crowley, though, you did need air to breathe, and his hand was nearly crushing your throat.

"C-Crowley--" you wheezed desperately, but his hold didn't let up.

"Listen to me, you insolent little speck of insignificant cosmic shit," Crowley hissed above you, "I don't care about the angel's pointless dalliances with mortals. We blink and you're dead and it's like no time has passed at all."

You were getting lightheaded, delirious.

"What I care about is you humans stupidly worming your way into his heart, only for you to inevitably die and break it."

Just as suddenly as it was there, the pressure on your windpipe was gone, and your body collapsed and instinctively dragged in desperate gasping breaths.

Crowley watched you disdainfully as you sucked in breath after breath, until eventually you evened out.

"Th..." you tried to speak, but every few breaths one still came out as a gasp.

Crowley knelt before you, looking you over. His hand neared your face and you jerked away, yet he persisted. You were surprised when the touch that landed on your chin was gentle. Limply, you let him tilt your chin up, giving him a view of your neck. A couple soft clicks of his tongue and a snap later, and your throat and lungs no longer burned.

"Wh-what did you--"

"I don't want you dead," he said with a sigh. "In fact, I'd much prefer you live a good, long life. Just... somewhere away from Aziraphale. And me."

You blinked up at him, before you let out a pained, wheezing laugh. "Y-you want me to live a 'good, long life'? You hate me!"

"You humans," he groused, looking around like some form of help might magically appear before him. "You're so -- smallminded. You don't get it."

"Get what?" you asked, voice suddenly weak. He looked genuinely worried, and that surprised you.

"You think that love and hate are mutually exclusive. Even when you love and hate something! Like -- like you. You love and hate romance novels. I've seen it! You love and hate them, and yet you cannot fathom the idea that I could love and hate humanity -- love and hate you."

"Sorry," you wheezed, "you love me?"

"Well -- hgk."

You laughed at the sound he made in the back of his throat, and yet again he surprised you. His lips actually pulled up, just a little, in response.

"Yeah, I do. In the way I love every other human," he said after a moment. "But I love you because Aziraphale does, too."

"Yet you want me gone?"

"Because I hate seeing his heart get broken."

"Some things are worth getting your heart broken for, Crowley."

His stunned blinks told you he'd never considered that.

"I know I'm not going to live forever. I know you two will outlive me by eternity. I'll spend the rest of my life with you, and for you, it'll be a second on the cosmic clock. Less, probably."

His eyes met yours, thoughtful, sad, considering.

"Don't you think it breaks my heart too, knowing I'll only get so much time with you before I'm gone? That I'll have to leave him behind, and he'll have to deal with that pain?"

"Then why stay?"

"Because I love him, and people do stupid things for love. Sometimes they do selfish things for it, too. And sometimes, the people involved are perfectly capable of making their own decisions and have considered the outcome and think that the pain they'll experience is worth it."

He looks away in shame, then.

"Aziraphale's not an idiot," you say, reaching out a hand to tilt Crowley's face towards you. "If he didn't want to feel that loss, he wouldn't keep getting attached to humans. But he sees something in us worth going through that pain for. Maybe instead of treating him like an infant who can't understand the consequences of his decisions, you should respect that -- like it or not -- he has his own reasons for doing things and he's more than capable of choosing to do them."

"I can see why he likes you, now," Crowley said softly, and you blinked. "You... hgk. He's fallen for many humans, but you may be the best of them."

Coming from him, that surprised you, but it also warmed your heart. "Oh, he does love me back?" you asked with a laugh.

"Oh, yes," Crowley sighed dramatically. "Didn't understand why before but... now I do."

"And what about us?" you asked.

The sound that came out of that demon's mouth was -- well, it was something. Something that made you cackle.

"Us?" he finally managed, baffled.

"Yeah. Like. Are we okay? Are we cool? No more hating and trying to chase me off and stuff? Can we be civil?"

"Oh," he said, but you saw the moment the realization actually sank in. "Oh! Yes, yeah, we're fine. You're... you're good."

This made you smile. Without warning, you grabbed the demon and pulled him into a hug. "Maybe we can even be friends," you said, delighting in the way his body stiffened against yours.

"Oh, no, no -- I don't -- I don't do that -- that's the angel's thing --"

Despite Crowley's best attempts at insisting that he didn't befriend Aziraphale's "pets" and that he'd much rather stay as far from you as possible, when Aziraphale returned home at the end of the weekend he found the two of you in one of the armchairs -- Crowley's favorite, in fact. You were asleep with a book hanging limply and precariously from your hand. Crowley was... well, it was hard to tell, with his glasses on, but he had his body sprawled across yours, one leg thrown over the back of the chair and one laid over your lap in what Aziraphale would dare say was a protective gesture. He smiled, miracling a blanket over the two of you before he went about settling back into his home routine.

#crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #crowley x you #aziraphale x you #good omens x reader #good omens fic #good omens fan fiction #david tennant #michael sheen

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saskiahaggens · 8 months

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Can you write something about Jimmy x Reader? 👉🏼👈🏼

Of course I can, but I have to tell you that I dislike it… I'll most likely edit it later.

Most of you have probably noticed that I haven't uploaded anything in a long time. So, as a quick update, I by now am legally allowed to drive and I started my last year of school. I'm not sure how much I can upload, because our school year is quite short, but I will do my best to respond to all of the requests as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for the long speech. I love you all for the appreciation. I wish you luck for school an work.

I Survived 50 Hours In America

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Pairing: Jimmy x fem!Reader

Warnings: none I guess

Word count: 1586

You weren't thrilled when Jimmy suggested going to Antarctica. It was frosty, very bright owing to the sun, and you wouldn't have a decent bed to sleep in. Obviously, you had to fly there, which you were not delighted about. But Jimmy asked you to come along, and who were you to refuse?

"You okay?" Chandler asked above the rumblings of the plain.

"Could be better. We should've brought hot chocolate."

After you mentioned that, Chandler pulled a sorrowful expression. You should have thought about it sooner.

Jimmy was on the other side of the plain, working with the others to prepare some great scenes for the video. You weren't assisting since you had your head buried under your jacket, so you couldn't look outside. Normally, you weren't terrified of heights, except when you sat in a plain that didn't appear or seem safe. They wanted to you wait on the plain after Jimmy left so you could get an amazing shot of you and the rest of the group approaching him.

It seemed simple until the guy in front of you stumbled. You weren't able to react quickly enough and fell face first as you stumbled over his foot.

"Gosh, Y/n." Chandler laughed when you landed in front of his feet.

While everyone else was laughing, he was kind enough to pull you up.

"Well, it's safe to say that the snow tastes nothing like vanilla ice cream."

"Is this something people believe?" Jimmy questioned as he tried to remove some snow off of you.

Chris shrugged, "I've never heard of anything like this."

"Whatever. You thought the moon was made of cheese until we were around thirteen," you rolled your eyes, while the others chuckled.

"As amusing as it is, guys." We should get started. Unless you want to be stuck in a blizzard," Jimmy reminded us, and we all groaned.

"I can't wait to freeze to death.", Chandler smiled.

Jimmy gave the pilot a wink and he took off. We started walking shortly after that. Everyone was hauling their sleighs behind them. George happened to be right next to you, chatting about who knows what. The blizzard made him incomprehensible. You attempted to explain it to him, but he didn't understand you either, so you just let him go on. When you arrived at the location for the camp, everyone began to set up their tents.

Some of you almost immediately realized that it was nearly impossible for them to set up a tent in this wind, so some of you began to build a wall to protect the camp from the wind. While it made things a little easier for you, George, Jimmy, and Karl kept assembling the tents.

Regardless of who went where, all of you instantly huddled in them when the blizzard intensified to wait it out, when you were finally done.

Finally, save from the cold wind and the snow flakes which felt like little needles picking your skin, you could take of your googles.

"This was disgusting," you said, referring to your soaked jacket and pants.

"Hopefully this will be over soon. It's rather crowded in here. Get your feet out of my face, Chris." Tareq muttered.

You hadn't realized how close you were to Jimmy, who was also in this tent. Blood shot to your cheeks, but you could at least blame it on the cold.

The tent's walls suddenly began to collapse and landed on you immediately. The air was filled with cursing and the never-ending shifting of the tent's fabric.

You attempted to pull the fabric aside so you would be able to see someone, but it was like trying to get to the short end of a blanked at night, since the wind pushed the fabric back in your face every few seconds. You began to panic, concerned about how hard it was being pressed in your face from time to time.

"Y/n? "Are you okay?"

You spotted Jimmy when the crimson fabric lifted off your head. He must have noticed your fear since he moved closer to you to raise the piece of fabric higher.

"Yeah. This was terrifying. Like a crimson avalanche."

"You told me about your Claustrophobia once. Sorry to bring you into this."

"Don't worry. I-"

"Y/n is scared by Santa Claus?"

"Chris really? They had a moment."

"What are you even talking about, Tareq?", you asked.

"Oh come on. Everybody knows you two are in love."

"Tareq really? Stop it."

"No way, Chris. This frustrates me. It's so clear, I mean. Jimmy spent hours last week reassembling some Oreo's for you since you had a horrible day and he knows you like the with stuff."

"Any friend would have done something like this." Jimmy denied.

"Okay, and how about yesterday? Y/n-"

"Okay! Tareq we get it.",you interfered.

"No, I'd like to know what happened yesterday. It had to be a very significant event for Tareq to snap. This didn't seem possible to me."

"Chris, I swear to god.", you threatened.

You were frightened since Jimmy wasn't speaking, but you were saved by the others just as you were going to glance at him.

"Is everything all right in there?" Karl asked as the entire tent rose up, revealing a beaming Chris, a still unhappy Tareq, and Karl who peered inside.

You grabbed your googles and exited the tent, unable to bear the humiliating experience. Karl worriedly yelled after you, but you quickly made your way around the wall and came to a halt after about three minutes. Maybe you should just go back home and swim. You'd definitely die within the first two or three hours, but this would be truly amazing right now.

You watched the guys from the distance, rebuild the tent, raise the wall, and put the sleighs' belongings in the tents, when Jimmy started walking in your direction.

You were out and about to just walk away further, but you would have to talk to him. For the sake of the others, otherwise this trip would be really difficult for everyone, and you have at least a little privacy right now.

Jimmy sat down next to you and said, "We need to talk."

"I know."

You then remained silent. How can you even begin such a discussion? Just tell him the truth? No, this isn't one of those stereotypical romance novels where one character rants about their feelings only to be interrupted by the other's kiss. This is the real deal.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way.", Jimmy mumbled finally interrupting the silence.

"I somehow knew. Or at least I wished it was."

"So Tareq was right? You like me too?"

"How could I not."

Shortly the silence took over again, but now you were sure, if you won't finally speak up, you could end up ruining more than a potential relationship. "I've liked you for years, but even after finally admitting it to you and myself, I still don't feel relived."

"Probably because how it happened. Tareq deeply apologized . You should speak with him later. It will lift your mood."

"I still can't believe he snapped."

"I'm with you. I had no idea his voice could get this loud."

You laughed, and then there it was. The long-awaited sense of relief.

"Thank you."

Jimmy stared at you, perplexed, but you simply rested your head on his shoulder.

"For being here, for making me laugh or have I ever thanked you for giving me this job?"

"Like, a thousand times." He burst out laughing. "Hey, would you tell me what happened yesterday?"

"Promise you won't find it weird."

"I promise."

"I picked up Tareq. Well, when he got into my car, I had forgotten to change the playlist, and he found my worst secret."

"You love One Direction?"

"That's not what this is about... I think. Well, I have a playlist full of songs you might like or told me about."

"Okay. I don't see a problem."

"I labeled it 'Jimmy <3'"

"To be honest I think's cute. You need to show me when we get back." he laughed.

A bit embarrassed you took a hand full of snow and pushed at in his face.

"Oh, you will regret this."

He tossed some snow in your face and pushed you over. Naturally, you started defending yourself, but after a few minutes of rolling around in the snow, you gave up.

"All right, you've won. Please stop. I have so much snow in my jacked that I'm afraid I'll get frost bite."

Jimmy stopped, looking down at you, before he suddenly leaned down on his forearms, coming closer to your face.

"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing like giving up where I'm from."

You moved in close to kiss him, taking advantage of his proximity. Jimmy kissed you back, and you swapped places without his noticing. Using this new position, you threw some snow in his face and rushed back to your tent, shivering but glad that you finally got to kiss Jimmy, and by looking over your shoulder and seeing him still laying there, you knew this wasn't the last kiss you'd have.

#x reader #imagine #reader insert #mrbeast #jimmy x reader #karl jacobs #jimmy donaldson #youtuber imagines #youtube #fem reader #jimmy donaldson x reader #<3 #mrbeast crew #mrbeast video #mr beast imagine

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meabh-mcinness · 1 year

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Hey-hey 👋

I'm absolutely in love with your writing for Narnia from M!IK!! Thank you so much for your work!

What do you think Narnia's courting human!reader will look like? Bonus points if it will be kinda rituals (since we know Naberius clan is connected with dogs 😉)

If you feel uncomfortable with that request you can ignore it, it's ok 👍

Hihi!! No, thank you so much for reading it! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I thought about waiting to start this till the big 'betrayal' of the Deviculum arc was revealed, but it'll be a two-week hiatus till the new crowns are revealed, much less that big boy of a thing. So here it is anyway!

This was written from the POV of an Iruma's parent reader, but if anyone also wants one of a non-Iruma associated reader, just let me know!

Narnia Courting a human!reader (spoilers for up to chapter 197 ahead!)

First, knowing what we know now about his feelings for humans, I honestly don't think he would have considered it in the beginning. This old dog would probably fight tooth and nail at first to deny it.

But once he admits to himself he likes you? You're in for a ride.

I'm thinking you first met at the Deviculum, having been invited as the daughter of Sullivan and as another 'guard' for Amaryllis, and he was disguised as Fenrir 'Fen-chan'.

At first, while he had set you on edge, you had simply thought him a funny little dude who had a thing for dog shaped hand gestures. And with a name like Fenrir it had been easy to write off the dog like qualities as wolf ones, probably descended and named after the Norse mythology wolf.

And so, despite your feeling, you had laughed at his jokes and little quips and thrown some back easily.

Until he scared your son.

Then all bets had been off.

You were no 13 crown head of lust, but you were a parent too. A parent who also had fangs and nails, as blunt as they may be in comparison, and was more than willing to throw down with a border patrol demon for your child.

Narnia hadn't been impressed with Iruma's quick submission, simply affirming what he thought of humans being too weak to be allowed in the Netherworld at all, much less in positions of power, but you?

You had done a complete 180 from how you acted before. The second he had leaned in to get closer to Iruma, you were suddenly there with all the rage and fire of any demon parent he had ever seen before.

Eyes that had been shinning prettily in awe of the ball were now narrowed in on him, lips pulled back in a snarl and tiny canines bared at him. Threats fired off without a second thought.

(His personal favourite was when you threatened to rip his tail off and shove it down his throat)

If he hadn't known better, he would have thought he was looking at a demon returned to origins with the feral look in your eyes.

And he was absolutely certain, that if Amaryllis hadn't stepped in and slapped him, shocking you out of that state of mind, you might actually have tried to lunge at him.

He fell in love at that moment.

Though he wouldn't realize it till later. Still reeling that a human had acted so much like a demon.

So he starts looking into you more carefully once the whole Deviculum thing is over.

Approaches you as Narnia, rather than Fenrir, so that he can get the full picture of who you are, without the negative feelings of the Deviculum in the way.

You had known it was the same person anyway from his mannerisms, the dog hand symbol he occasionally made, even in Narnia mode, was hard to forget.

The more he got to know you, though, the more he was he fell and eventually conceded that yes, humans weren't so weak, and also yes he wanted this particular human.

And once he did, he would waste no time trying to initiate a courtship.

I fully believe that demons follow courtship rituals that start with offerings.

Something meant to entice and say 'hey I'm an option, look at me' and if accepted, delve into gifts on why they would be such a good choice and spend time together.

In ancient times, this was usually a kill of some sort to prove they can provide. Nowadays, in modern times, that was far less likely and was generally more tailored to the couple in particular.

His first gift is actually an apology for the way he acted and a promise to protect both you and Iruma from any future harm.

His second gift, given right after you accepted his apology, was a circular hair brooch with two sticks chained to it, made from a material that looked most closely to rainbow obsidian.

The brooch part had an intricate design that looked quite close to Kalego's seal only with different characters, that likely spelled Narnia's name instead.

The two hair sticks had wolf heads attached where the chains met the stick. All in all it was a gift to say that you were claimed by him and therefore an attack on you was an attack on him. A rather forward gift, usually given later on in courtships, but that he felt was right. (And since you’re human, you can use it to call him when needed)

He gives plenty of other gifts too over the courtship period, from other pieces of jewellery (he custom ordered earpieces that covered the roundness of yours to give the illusion of pointed ones), to clothes in both Naberius and your favourite colours, to treats, to books, and your plenty of items to do with your favourite hobbies.

It’s canon that he has an exceptionally good nose, even among demons, and being a dog demon I firmly believe he absolutely loves and adores your scent.

So don't expect any perfumes or cologne from him.

Unless it's made from his scent, like Sullivan's pheromone perfume, so that he can indulge in inhaling the beautiful mixture your two scents combined would make.

(I personally think he smells something along the lines of a rose but darker and more dangerous, if that makes sense, and also smelling of sandalwood, parchment, and ink. Take that as you will.)

He's big on scenting you the natural way, too. Nuzzles and cuddles galore, especially when he's been away for a while.

Running his nose, and rubbing his face into your neck, was a common occurrence once you had given the go ahead.

Being in the Border Patrol and as a 13 Crown, he doesn't have a lot of spare time, so texts or letters are probably a common thing as well. Especially when he's been sent on a spy job.

While Kalego is the silent acts of service, gift giving and quiet quality time type, Narnia is much more into physical touches, quality time and words of affirmation type.

In other words, he will always be touching you and wanting praises. I wasn’t kidding about the nuzzles and cuddles galore.

With how strict the Naberius household is, I don’t think they’d be too big on touching, and doing well isn’t praiseworthy but expected. Not exactly the healthiest of households to grow up in,

Plus, I'm betting that he had to raise Kalego while also doing his schooling and training, since it doesn't look like there was a mom in the picture, their uncle is canonically lazy, and their dad was probably working like 24/7, and when he wasn't, he was training them. Bloody hell no wonder he snapped

So he craves the touch of another a lot, much like Shichirou.

I genuinely think that if the Naberius house had given them even a bit more freedom, he'd probably be somewhere in between how Clara and Shichirou acts. Not quite as in your face as Clara is, but a little more energy than Shichirou has.

But because he is trained so well in the Naberius way, he probably won't do much more than hand holding or hand on your back for PDA.

Alone, however, he's all over you. Using you as a headrest when you're cooking, head in your lap while you read, wrapped around you while you sleep, playing with your hair, letting you play with his hair

By the gods, his hair

His hair is the epitome of silkiness (minus the horn-like cow-licks, which are surprising hard yet still feel like hair. Just like over gelled hair feels, probably)

While you're courting, he will let you do whatever you want with it because he loves the feeling of your fingers carving paths through the strands, nails scratching his scalp pleasingly. It's one of his favourite things to just sit between your legs, while looking over case files, or reading, or even just laying there and just let you do your thing, whether it's a simple braid or an elaborate design.

He usually falls asleep to this, by the way.

Speaking of case files, he'll occasionally ask you for your thoughts on them.

This got so long, I had to create a new text box, oh gods. Did you know there's a 4096-character limit per text box? Because I just learned that, and now you did too!

Having your literal out of this world thinking has solved far more things than he would like to admit, but he's also so damn proud? Because yes, that's his partner solving these cases that no one else had been able too. (He constantly gets in trouble with Henry for sharing confidential info. He does not care and continues to do it.)

I also headcannon that Narnia can sing and dance will often do so for you.

Can hold long notes like a wolf howls, so very long.

Will just randomly pull you into his arms, humming a tune, and dance with you.

Also, while you're courting, he will be both surprisingly helpful and absolutely useless with Iruma. He's already raised Kalego, so he thinks he can raise a human teen too.

He's dead wrong.

So, so wrong.

But he tries, and it leads to a lot of funny moments.

(Kalego is horrified that his most troublesome student and co-worker has a very real potential of being a part of his family, but also secretly pleased)

Listen, Narnia's also pretty much confirmed as returned to origins, or at least heavily implied. The only reason he is drifting back to your side is because Baal's group would 100% hunt you for sport, along with other things.

Obviously, he can not have this. So Baal's group has to go. However, that means that all those instincts he's been letting lose? They have to be channelled somewhere, and they are. On you.

He will definitely have some yandere tendencies, is what I'm saying.

Gotta know where you are and who you're with. Needs to know your schedule by heart, and any deviancies will give him a heart attack.

Literally hates the fact that you're always surrounded by others, and he almost never gets alone time. But is also happy and proud that you're so needed and an integral part of so many demon's lives.

Tries to get you on your own so much, but you literally have the entire staff of Babyls, the misfit class, several crowns, and the three greats wanting your attention. Oh, and one deity because of course Toto wants to know all the stories and knowledge you have from the human world too, not just Iruma's.

Has thought about just straight kidnapping you and Iruma (because you wouldn't be happy without him, and he may or may not have grown attached to the little blue bean) on several occasions, but almost every single one of these beings is high ranked and 100% would hunt him down for you because of course they are.

Also thought about trying to convince you to join Border Patrol so that you could go on cases together, therefore able to keep an eye on you and spend more time together. But you enjoyed working at Babyls, and there's no way Henry would allow a human to join.

So he takes what he can get, but will pout and occasionally honest to gods whimpers when you have to separate.

He takes this out on captured prisoners. They thought he was bad before, now he's got feelings, and they're going to understand real quick what real no mercy feels like.

May or may not have tried to convince you to return to origins with him at one point, but a quick whack with the school's newspaper said what you thought of that.

In conclusion, he is a feral dog who is only tame for you.

I have more I could shove in this, but it's already so long and so all over the place ಥ ͜ʖಥ

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s0ulsniper · 5 months

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albert aretz x gn!reader

warnings: just pure fluff

ask: "Heyooo!! I'm just gonna request an Albert imagine, basically, after hehe gets done recording a video (at like 3 in the morning...) gn! Reader is sleeping and he lays down on their chest and reader wakes up like 2 hours later and sees him and it's all cute and stuff (you can add whatever you want at the end) And I love your writing btw it makes my day ‼️"

synopsis: albert finishes editing, and as exhausted as he is, he falls asleep on top of you.

pairings: albert aretz (flamingo) x gn!reader

a/n: hey hey anon! thanks for such a description, it rlly made it so much easier. also, thanks so much for the kind words it means a lot to me and I hope you have a great weekend !! hope u like it. :)

the late night hadn't gotten to albert the way it had gotten to you, he knew once you sent him a text 4 hours before that you were out like a light in your usual sprawled out from that took across majority of the bed. he loved you for it, yet sometimes he wished he had room.

he was almost finished recording a new horror game that his fans had been beginning for him to play. he understood why while he made it. not only was it a long story game, but it's probably one of the scariest he has seen on the platform.

not enough to scare him though, right?

he clicked out of his Roblox tab and powered off his computer once he stopped the recording, yawning with his arms outstretched.

he had been waiting on this moment for the entire night, finally getting to fall asleep with you even if you didn't notice until the morning. he loved having you with him despite majority of his time going towards creating content and interacting with his fanbase and friends.

he loved how you understood.

his door creaks open once he shuts off the lights, feeling the hours of sitting in his lower back. he knew this nights sleep would last until mid afternoon, potentially more.

his office door closes with a low click. he could see the nightlights poking from under the door, he knew you loved the type of lighting from the lampposts. he had never seen someone fall asleep so quickly.

he opens the door to your bedroom after washing himself up, prepping for the night. his tired eyes fall into your form.

words couldn't describe how beautiful he thought you are, especially now with the blankets barley wrapped over you, and your hair messy from tossing and turning.

he feels his lips tug upwards as he walks quietly towards the bed, prompting himself to collapse as gently as he could on top of you.

the best pillow in the world, he wouldn't choose anything else.

his light smile remained on his face as he drifted off into his comforting sleep, his arm draped over your waist and his head gently tucked under yours.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

your body forces you awake at around 5:00 am, cold from the lack of blanket covering your body.

as you snap back into reality you feel the blanket at your feet, reaching down to grab for it. in the midst of it, you're stopped.

there was a heavy weight on your chest, which was weird considering your cat was sleeping peacefully on your side.

you look down as much as you can and feel Albert's hair poking at your neck, him sprawled out on top of you looking as comfortable and as adorable as ever.

you use whatever strength in you not to burst into laughter at the sight and instead settle on pulling the warm cover onto of you.

albert shifts, and you feel his arm around your waist tighten, a sigh of content leaving his body.

you run your fingers through his hair, who cares about not being able to feel your arm? worth it.

you fall back into your dream filled sleep of whatever you were as before.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

🏷️: @batluvr666 @yeehawbrothers @dogdevourer @ilovelyyoungie

#albert aretz #flamingo #flamingo x reader #albert aretz x reader #albert x reader #x reader

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luminous-letters · 2 years

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hello! for your event, may i request "i wish i knew you wanted me" with leona? congrats on 1k!!!

omg thank you so much anon 💛✨

also, i'm so sorry for answering so late 😭

To The Very Last Letter

"Oi, Leona! This stuff's yours right?" Ruggie tossed the small cardboard box in Leona's direction.

It wasn't eye-catching in any way. The box had the color gray, it was barren and worn. One would've mistaken it for another one of the things Leona scatters around, only to forget it later.

"Where'd you even get this?" Leona said, analyzing it from the outside.

"Savanaclaw's new house warden sent it here. You should be thankful that the guy hadn't thrown it away."

Savanaclaw. He hadn't heard that name for years now. How was the dorm doing? Is the botanical garden the same cozy place it was then? Has Crewel gotten wrinkles? How's the herbivore and that gremlin doing?

"How are those two?"

"Well, they're Assistant Headmaster something something. Kind of forgot the details. But they're doing pretty well if that's what you were wondering about," Ruggie shrugged.

The news made him feel a little at ease. As much as he'd like to have a chat between tea, he had so much paperwork left to do. The kingdom, legal stuff, trade, memos he needed to sign, and foreign affairs. Needless to say, he's got a lot on his plate.

Or maybe that's just an excuse for being lazy?

"Is this...?"

Thin stacks of letters were the contents of the box. They had a wide range of colors, some white, some orange, some even had more colors than one. All of them, no doubt, were the ones you sent him a while back.

"Ruggie, make sure the squirt goes to his lessons this time. That old baboon wouldn't shut up if he misses it again."

"Just like his Unca Leona," Ruggie snickered.

"Can't have our future king slacking off is all."

The hyena paused for a moment. It's been seven years since Leona assumed the throne, and seven years since the former king passed. He had agreed to be temporary king, to reign until Cheka had come of age and was fit to rule over Sunset Savannah. The wear and stress of the position took its toll on him.

Leona looked nothing like the proud house warden he once was. The circles under his eyes grew larger and more defined with the weeks. And he'd rarely see him come out of his office, and his eyes never looked dimmer than it was.

"Fine, fine. Take a break when you're done."

"I doubt I could even if I wanted to."

With Ruggie out the door, Leona was left with the mountains of paperwork and the stack of your letters.

"These could wait," he glanced at the box, putting it away in a drawer.

The night turned to day and night again. The towers of paper were reduced greatly by now. Meaning, that he had some time to slack off until the next hour.

The coffee on his desk had gone cold, and the bread turned stale from the hours of ignoring it. But it was still a good snack as any, he thought, too occupied to be bothered to ask for a new batch.

He decided that rereading your little letters would be better than staring at nothing. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't sleep. It felt like even the slightest neglect would result in everything he worked hard for to come crashing down. For all of the respect he's earned to turn into dust again.

"Alright, herbivore, let's see what you got."

The first letter was purple, with the mark of Octavinelle printed on the lower right corner in faint gold color.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Hey there. I hope this letter finds you well.

I wanted to thank you for your help back there. If it weren't for you, Grim and I would probably be on the streets.

I asked Jack what kind of food you liked. And he answered me with, "Expensive meat, probably." He had the same answer as Ruggie, so I went for it.

The ingredients were hard to procure, but Octavinelle lent us a few madols to compensate. And the ghosts told me they could help me make it.

So, I wanted to invite you for a feast. Ramshackle, at 7:30 p.m. You're not obligated to come, but I'd feel so much better if you would.

—Sincerely, MC

The memory earned a chuckle from him. He remembered how you waited for him on your dorm's porch. He couldn't forget how you looked like you were about to fall asleep right then and there.

He picked out another one, multicolored, with red, black, and gold. It was richly decorated with bundles of blue and yellow as if it was screaming 'rich!' at the top of its lungs.

To Leona Kingscholar,

Can you believe it? Jamil held us hostage! If we knew it would've ended up like that we never would've helped him in the kitchen.

Enough of that, how's your winter break so far? Does it snow back there? Or is it just cold? If it did, I bet you'd look goofy wearing a sweater. Do you have to wear something to warm your tail too?

That's pretty much all I wanted to say. I look forward to your return. Who knows, there might be a surprise waiting for you.

—Herbivore

A plush toy. That's what was waiting for him. You got him a small lion plushie as a gift. Reluctantly, he accepted it anyway. To this day, it's still neatly stored in one of his closets.

The third one was a vibrant hue of purple. It was laced with gold on the edges and had a kind of sheen.

To Leona,

Hey, how are things?

The VDC turned out better than I anticipated. I should give credit to Vil for helping us all throughout.

I was looking for you in the crowd. But I couldn't find anywhere I looked. Maybe you were busy with final stage maintenance?

That's too bad, I was hoping that you'd come see their performance. Who knew Ace and Deuce had some good moves up their sleeve?

Hey, Leona, if it's not too much trouble... Would you like to join me for dinner? There's a new restaurant in town. Cater sent me a few pictures of the venue, and I couldn't help but think of Savanaclaw.

Hoping for a reply.

—Sincerely, Herbivore

He hadn't sent a reply.

The last one of the four was more formal. It was black, decorated with little lines of gold. And the seal of NRC was still intact.

"I haven't seen this one before..."

To Leona Kingscholar,

Congratulations. As your fellow schoolmate, I'm here to bid you farewell. We had a good school year together, don't you think?

After this you'll be out on the field, no? That's what Cater told me. Then it means you won't be around much. That's a shame, I'll miss you napping around the botanical garden for sure.

No joke, I'll really miss having you around. But don't let that hold you back. I'm sure you'll be known as the great wizard you are. Don't give up and keep looking forward.

Pardon the cheesiness.

We plan on holding a farewell party for all the seniors. I hope you can stop by Ramshackle, Grim and I've prepared a lot of good food.

That, and I want to tell you something. I honestly wanted to tell you this in person, but I'm worried that you might not come. I don't want to waste this opportunity to tell you that...

Leona Kingscholar, I love you.

—Your Herbivore, MC

Leona put away the letters. The gray box was stowed away in his drawer, he doesn't know when he'll be taking it out soon.

"If I had known, I would've loved you... I would've..."

When did he start crying?

He retired for the night, not in the mood for work.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn!mc #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst oneshot #twst fanfiction #twst fanfic #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #writing #my writing #answered ask #twst angst #angst #???#leona kingscholar angst #a breath a tale blog event

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 2 years

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Okay so I haven't actually watched stranger things but from what I've seen of Eddie, I love him. And so I was wondering if I could request an Eddie x reader where he finds her huddled away in the library surrounded by books after she escaped some bullies, and he reads Edgar Allan Poe's poetry too her as he knows she finds it comforting?

Word count: 879.

TW; reader bullied (non-descriptive; don't mention anyone by name), reader cries, can be read as being friends with Eddie or dating him (left up to your interpretation; take what you need💖).

You found Lucas Sinclair in the hallway and rushed over to him, tears stinging at your eyes and your heart pounding in your head as you almost skidded to a stop in front of the bewildered boy.

"Y/N, what - "

"Eddie," You gasped, "Have you - have you seen him?"

"Yeah, he's - " Lucas looked up and down the corridor, searching for that Dio vest and wild mane of hair. "He was just here. What's the matter, Y/N?"

You shook your head, bottom lip trembling and tears spilling down your cheeks. "I can't, Lucas," your voice cracked and Dustin tapped his hand lightly against the locker he had been leaning against as he went off in search of Eddie. The kids knew that look on your face. And combined with the shake in your voice? You needed Eddie. "It's just... the usual, you know?" The heavy sigh was a lump in your throat and you bit down on your bottom lip hard to keep from breaking down in the middle of the corridor.

"We'll find him, Y/N. Library?"

You nodded.

"Thanks, Lucas," You gave him a genuine smile, a one armed hug which Lucas melted into for just a few seconds before he straightened up from where he had rested his head on your shoulder, and he nodded. "I owe you one." You walked off before Lucas told you that you didn't. You'd do the same for him, for any of them. You had done before, many a time. It was about right that he got around to returning the gesture.

Eddie had managed to get the words "Y/N, library, crying" out of a rambling, breathless Dustin, and he had put the pieces together himself within seconds, clapping a hand gently to the top of Dustin's head and ruffling his curly hair.

"Thanks, man. I got 'em. Catch you later for Hellfire, right?" Brows raised expectantly, he had waited for Dustin's nod before he had smiled and left to go and find you.

He found you in the poetry section, curled up on the floor towards the end of the aisle. You were right where he had known you would be... either you were predictable, or he just knew you that well. Maybe both, come to think of it. You were closed in on yourself, your knees pulled to your chest, your arms wrapped around your knees like you were trying to hold yourself together, or maybe even occupy as little physical space as you possibly could. It was hard to be noticed if you didn't appear to be there, right?

Wrong.

Eddie always noticed you, especially when you were trying to disappear.

"Oh, Y/N," He sighed, immediately joining you on the floor. The rips in his jeans stretched over his knees and you smiled at the flash of a thigh tattoo; you hadn't seen that one yet and your curiosity grew every time you saw the edge of it. "You have got to start standing up for yourself."

"What's the point?" You shrugged, smiled without humour, "They'd probably just use it against me."

Well... yeah, okay, Eddie would give you that. Still. That wasn't the point... it was the principle. You had so much fire when you were with him, but where did those flames go when you needed them?

He pushed back until he was leaning against the bookshelf, his dark eyes taking you in. The book you were holding, the way your posture had relaxed somewhat since he had joined you, the way your knees were now angling towards him, showing that you wanted him there... Eddie made himself comfortable but didn't invade your personal space. That was a decision for you to make, and he wouldn't push it either way.

"Will you - will you read to me?" You held up the book you had been clutching ever since you'd gotten away from the bullies, and Eddie tilted his head at the name of the author.

"He's the creepy raven poet dude, right?" The smile on Eddie's face told you that he knew exactly who Poe was, he was just being facetious in an attempt to make you laugh.

You let him have a small smile, even if you didn't necessarily want to, but then the way his chocolate eyes lit up in his success to cheer you up made your own smile widen, and you hugged into his side. Eddie slung his arm around your shoulder, fingers splayed across the skin there, squeezing. You're safe, I promise. Eddie always did talk with his hands and you had long since learned how to speak the language. He pulled you so firmly into him that you could comfortably rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat pounding, and he began to read.

It didn't escape your notice that he had turned to the page of your absolute favourite poem without even having to ask you. Eddie knew you, those bullies didn't, and that was what comforted you more than anything and slowed those tears down until you were smiling softly into Eddie's Hellfire shirt.

Eddie kept reading, even when he felt your lips upturn against him. What was five more minutes?

After all, he had all the time in the world for you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 x reader

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simp41ida · 1 year

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Hello. It is my first time requesting her but I live your work so I give it a try.

Last year my father (tw) died last year, do to the aftermath of Covid, after he was in a Coma for a few months and nearly mad it. And because of that I didn't needed to do my school work.

So I wanted ro request a Tenya iida x fem. Reader if this is alright where they are together already, but she didn't tell him about the whole thing and he just worries when she leaves the dorm at night ( it was like 3 am when it happened) and doesn't return for two weeks.

I give you some free room about his thoughts and what he does, but may you could include some cuddles and for head kisses.

Thank you very much. Also sorry that it is so long and detailed.

warnings: swearing, death of a parent, swearing (barely)

notes: i'm so very sorry for your loss. thank you for liking my work! you did a good job requesting. it helps that it's detailed because it makes it easier for me to come up with a plot. requests are open!!

you were sleeping peacefully. that's where everyone else in the dorms was actually. for you though, you'd been woken up by a phone call. it doesn't help that you fell asleep on top of the phone because the ringtone was obnoxiously loud.

waking yourself up, you debated whether or not you should answer it seeing as it was an unknown number. deciding to do the responsible thing, you answered it.

after the matter, you'd wished that you didn't. it was a call saying that your father had unfortunately passed away. you had known he was ill, but you had hope. you had weighed out your options oh how this would go leading into tomorow. (due to the late time, it technically was the next day as some people would like to correct.)

either you could wait until a later time to say goodbye, or you could do the most logical thing and leave right then and there. they would both end in the same result, but it was just the matter of how it was done.

you chose the answer that made the most sense to you. you gathered your phone, the charger, and some clothes for the upcoming days and left the school campus. all you had to do was make sure you didn't get caught by any monitors in the hallway (mr. aizawa)

he probably caught wind of this before you did, that's why when he saw you out of the corner of his eye, he pretended that he didn't see anything. he tried to put himself in your shoes in that situation.

the next morning, iida had knocked on your door. it had been a normal thing or the two of you to walk to the common room to get breakfast together in the morning. it worried him when you didn't answer.

nonetheless, he supposed that you were sick and needed a day off from school and let it be. he was worried all day though.

all of the days that you were gone piled up, and then he began to worry. he was in a conflicted scenario. if he was to ask the teacher why you hadn't been in school, then he could be dong something that could possibly hurt you in a way.

if he didn't ask though, then he'd be absolutely clueless and wouldn't even have a clue as to why you left him for so long. this would be hurting himself in a way.

iida did not end up asking anyone. it wasn't the best decision in his books, but it was for you. that boy would do anything for you.

two weeks later, when you walk back into the school building (coincidentally at three in the morning again) you made a mental note that everyone would be asking where you were.

that was just how that class was. involved and caring.

it wasn't going to be good to have to talk about it again, seeing as you'd spend the previous weeks thinking about it nonstop.

so, at three in the morning you knocked on iida's dorm room door. and at three in the morning he opened it. when he saw you, he rubbed his eyes and nearly dropped the glasses that he'd hastily picked up from his bedside table.

he saw the upset demeanor on your face. it almost made him feel upset. then he reminded himself that if one of you had to be strong right now, it would be him. and it was.

you clung to his torso to give him the hug that you'd desperately needed from him for the past week or so. he could feel the negative emotions coming from all around you. and your hair had smelt like hospital.

"love, do you want to talk about it?" he asked you gently. he wasn't sure how he could help, but he sure as hell was going to try.

"tenya he's gone. he almost made it and now i'll never be able to say goodbye." you sobbed into his chest. he could feel the vibrations of your voice within himself.

he tried thinking about who you knew that could be "gone." what did "gone" even mean in this situation?

"i'm so sorry, dear." he kisses your head. still hugging your shaking and crying body, he walked over to his bed. he knew that this was technically against the school dorm protocols, but this was an exception.

after you try to explain what had happened and why you were gone so long, he wraps you up in his ample supply of blankets that he had in a closet in case of emergencies.

he rubs your back with one of his arms and holds you with the other. he read a book once on how to comfort people properly. he guessed that it worked when he heard your breaths slow.

you had fallen asleep. he guessed that you both could worry about who "he" was tomorrow. he placed you beside him, and fell asleep as well.

#iida x reader #iidaxreader #tenya iida x reader #iida x you #tenya iida #iida fluff #iida x y/n #mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha x you #mha fluff #mha iida #♠star writes #♠venus #♠neptune

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purrpickle · 1 year

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Here, have some more Royalty AU!Mon headcanons and thought dumps!

...Followed by another fanfic scene drop under the read more because of course. (...Can't really call it a ficlet anymore with the combined writing I've done so far.)

(Again, I can't post links without tumblr eating this, but you can search Royalty AU!Mon on my blog and find the other parts of this 'verse if you want context.)

First, more guest ideas that I agree with completely from @kiarcheo that I will incorporate into the 'verse. Thank you!

Now mine because of course I couldn't stop thinking about it either. These jump around a bit as they are highly indulgent of how my brain works.

While Mon has access to quite a bit of money, she's been living without it for years, held in an account that she can only get into for emergencies, probably needing to go through her father until she reaches a certain age (I'm thinking 25?). This was on purpose, and something Mon grew up with, so her feelings of being a sugar baby and being unable to get Sam a birthday present are real. It's only when she's in England and attending to her duties that she has money to spend because she pretty much has to to be presentable. So that scene in Ep 5 where she left the party because she felt so inferior is real. She's never had that kind of money in Thailand, so for her, that inability to provide for Sam like she thinks she should is her truth.

Mon's social media accounts are pretty well managed, due to Mon having to submit her posts to her father's own social media management team first (one of the things he asked her to do when she started getting into Facebook and Instagram and Twitter, etc.). Mon doesn't mind, really, knowing the probability of her accounts getting recognized because of something she accidentally posts or something that wouldn't be good to be blasted on news outlets years later goes down. Besides, when she turned 16, she negotiated to be the only one capable of signing in to her accounts for personal privacy sake, so none of Sam's 'Wanna suck mouth' or 'Bragging. I. Did. It. With Mon' gets seen by anyone other than her (or the friend group), anyway. It's practically second nature now, sending off her ideas, especially when she gets a response pretty quickly, but there are times where she wishes she could post that pic or this TikTok, except it makes her much too recognizable or not presentable.

The only picture she's managed to get approved of her and Sam is one where Mon's slightly behind her, her laughing face pressed against the side of her shoulder as Sam gives an unamused glare at Tee behind the camera. Mon hadn't really tried to submit too many, even though she wanted to celebrate her lover, because not only did Sam not really care for putting her own picture up online (versus the staged ones Tee, Kade, and Jim did), but Sam was recognizable herself, and potential diplomatic fallout was always a real worry as well. Instead, all her other pics are safely stored on her phone and backed up.

(Ironically, knowing that her own social media accounts were tempered and not a truly full illustration of who she was, Mon had still genuinely believed Sam's were because they matched up so perfectly with the teenager she had known and idolized.)

Speaking of photos, Mon knows she can't do anything about Tee, Kade, Jim, or Yuki (or sometimes Nop or her coworkers) taking pictures of her and posting them themselves, but she's managed to make it clear to all of them what kind of photos she doesn't want them to put up, and by and large her combination of earnest puppy dog eyes and firm requests pulling on their better natures (hah!) does the trick. Of course a few slip through and all Mon can do is hope they get buried and never see the light of day. (I'll let you use your imagination what those could be.)

Mon had wondered if Kade had recognized her when they first met, having known the actor had spent time in Europe, but what she didn't say during the interrogation had told her she hadn't. Which is nice. Kade is a dramatic sweetheart, and aside from telling everyone when she saw her and Sam kissing, she's been a very good friend. Mon had even mused to herself that if her secret ever got out, Kade would probably be the one who would understand it the most due to her lakorn work.

Mon always has to have her phone near in case it's a message or alert from her father or to her in capacity of a member of her royal family. She's so used to checking each alert or vibration as soon as they sound that it doesn't matter where she is or what she's doing. Very rarely does she turn her phone onto Do Not Disturb, but she has the important numbers set to ring anyway. She knows Sam thinks it's because of her being part of Gen Z, and to be honest, Mon plays it up a little. She has to when she does things like:

A vibration, and she's pulling her phone up in the middle of a presentation she's giving about Diversity Pop. A ding! and she's pulling back from Sam's arms to reach over to the bedside table to check Facebook. A ring, and she's excusing herself from the meeting between her, Sam, Kirk, and Noi to discuss her coming back to Diversity, reappearing twenty minutes later with a tight stressed look on her face that only changes into a new tight stressed look when she's informing Sam later that night that she has to fly to England the next day to take care of some things with her father.

((Under here is where the continuing fic is. Again, kinda rough because I'm trying to not let myself get too obsessed with making it perfect with these exploratory scenes.))

Sam stood up, crossing her arms as she turned to stare at Mon still sitting on the couch. "I thought you weren't going to England."

Mon looked up at her. "I'm not moving there, Lady Sam."

"Then why are you going?"

It was Sam's churlish tone, a step away from becoming angry as she obviously fought to keep from being accusatory, and Mon sighed, nodding. Leaning forward to reach out and slide her hand down Sam's rigid arm, she gently tugged her a little closer so she could use her in suggestion of needing to pull on her to stand up, Sam stubbornly lightly swaying with the motion as if in protest.

Once she was on her feet, Mon managed a smile at Sam, stroking her hands up to wrap around her tensed upper arms. "Lady Sam," she started gently, meeting her gaze, trying to put as much reassurance into her voice and expression as she could, "When I made plans to move there, my father set some things in motion for me and I need to visit him to help him undo them."

"Like what?" It was immediate. Petulant.

"I need to sign some documents, talk in person with a few people..." Studying Sam to make sure she was listening to her, Mon softened her voice even more. She knew Sam was struggling not to panic or jump to conclusions, but Mon needed to do this; needed to meet in person to explain why she wasn't fully assuming her royal status just yet like she had said she was. "My father really stuck his neck out for me, and I want to see him. Help in any way I can." Gently pulling on Sam's still crossed arms until she disentangled them to allow her to take her hands in hers, Mon squeezed them. "Even though I don't regret staying, I feel guilty. ...I have to make things right."

As much as Sam didn't want her to go, Mon didn't want to go either. Aside from seeing her father, there was nothing else in England that made her want to pull away from the lover she had just gotten back, and it hurt to think about being away from her at all. She had focused so intently on England in the past few months, even before deciding to move back, and part of her was just as afraid that if she left to go there, she would be never coming back.

Sam inhaled sharply, looking away. Her body still incredibly tense, she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut for a few moments before turning back. She stared at Mon. "And you're not staying there?"

Mon's heart cracked. She shook her head. "No, Lady Sam." She was going to do everything to make sure she came back. Leaning forward, she closed distance between them with a smile, Sam's gaze automatically dropping to flicker along her lips like they always did even if that was the furthest thing from her mind. "It should only be for a few days. A week at most." Pressing a kiss to the corner of Sam's mouth, Mon straightened back up. She wiggled Sam's hands in hers. "Once everything's settled, I'll be on the very next flight home." Mon knew she sounded more confident than she felt, and she gave Sam another smile. "I promise."

Sam looked at her intently, eyes darkening as she studied Mon's.

Mon gazed back up at her.

Please don't please don't please don't -

Sam did. She lifted her head. "No. I'm going with you."

Even though she had worried about Sam deciding that, Mon flinched, hoping she had misheard her. "What?"

Sam nodded firmly, her normal brash assertiveness suddenly filling her up again. She took over the handhold, fingers wrapping around Mon's slackened grip, tightening as she nodded again. "Yes! That's it. I'm going with you. We'll be together, and then we can even make a trip of it. Since you're already going to be flying, it will be perfect." She sounded excited, assured, certain that would solve the issues as her expression brightened.

No. No no no. Mon stared up at her in alarm. "You can't do that, Lady Sam."

Sam stopped, frowning at Mon. Her brow furrowed. "Why not?" This time, it was a little accusatory.

Mon drew in a breath. "Lady Grandmother still needs your help. I can't forgive myself if I take you away from her."

Blinking as if she hadn't thought about that, Sam dropped Mon's hands, and Mon curled them together in front of herself.

She continued. "And so does Diversity, with Yha and Chin and then myself coming back. The office needs you to keep everything running."

[[Fast forward to where Sam and Mon are sitting on the couch again after Sam argues that she doesn't need to stay while Mon sticks to convincing her she does need to stay, because I couldn't find the words and moved on]]

"I don't want you to go."

Mon knew it wasn't an order or request. It was a statement, Sam openly showing her her distress, trusting her with how she felt. Trusting her to be able to understand her.

"I just got you back. I don't want to lose you." Sam exhaled thickly, looking up to blink back tears before meeting Mon's gaze again. "Mon... Not again."

Reaching up, cupping Sam's face, Mon swallowed as tears gathered in her own eyes, her thumbs stroking along Sam's cheeks. "I know. If I could push it back any later, I would. We haven't had a lot of time together again, yet." She shook her head, sniffing. "But this is time sensitive. I have to go." Pulling Sam's unresisting head forward to press a soft, slow kiss to her lips, Sam kissing her back, Mon gave Sam the best smile she could muster before moving back in to kiss her again. "I'm not leaving you, Lady Sam." She stroked her fingers through Sam's hair, then dropped them to rest on her shoulders, Sam inhaling jerkily as she suddenly moved forward onto her lap, straddling her. Sliding her arms around Sam's shoulders and shivering as Sam's hands wrapped around her hips in turn, Mon leaned in to kiss her again. It was deeper, longer, Mon trying to press all her affection and love and feelings into it.

When Mon pulled back, Sam swallowed, expression disgruntled even as her hands slid along Mon's back, arms circling around her to pull her closer. "Mon. I know you're trying to distract me."

Mon gave her a small grin. "Is it working?" When Sam only sharpened her look at her, Mon sighed, nodding, and shifted to rest her chin on Sam's shoulder.

Going along with changing their embrace into a hug, Sam lay her head on Mon's.

Mon sat there, breathing against Sam, letting herself just be with her, something that still felt new again and special, something to hold onto with both hands in case this was just a temporary dream.

Finally, Sam swallowed, turning her chin to press a kiss into Mon's hair, her arms tightening momentarily around her. "You understood when I needed to go to Grandmother," she began, voice starting and stopping as if she was still gathering her thoughts as she spoke, "So it's only fair if I do the same for you. You spoke about love needing trust, so I need to trust you that you'll come back to me." Inhaling, Sam's voice broke when she finished in a rough whisper, "But Mon. I'm scared."

Mon's heart broke, and she moved back, taking in Sam's dark, vulnerable gaze. "Lady Sam..."

Sam shook her head, tears starting to build in her eyes again. "I'm scared," she repeated.

She didn't have to say what she was scared about, because Mon knew. It was too soon, still too raw that they had almost lost each other to the same place Mon now had to go to.

Opening her mouth, then thinking better of saying what she was going to, Mon sat up. Settling more of her weight back, towards Sam's lower thighs, she pulled Sam to her chest after a moment of her lover looking at her before closing her eyes and letting her, stroking her hair as she held her. As Sam leaned into her, wrapping around her as she allowed herself in turn to be held, it was strange, being the strong one for Sam, but Mon wanted to be that for her. Needed to show her that she could comfort her too.

"I love you, darling. So, so much. So I don't allow you to be scared," Mon murmured, calling back to the first time she slept over in what was now her and Sam's house. "Hmm? Do you hear me?" She squeezed Sam securely as she poured all her love into her voice, "We're not losing each other, Lady Sam. I'll be back here with you before you know it."

Sam exhaled, making Mon shiver as her warm breath passed through her blouse to caress along sensitive skin, and turned her head to press a lingering kiss to Mon's arm where it curled around her. "I love you too."

And for a little while, it was as simple as that.

#gap the series #monsam #sammon #royalty au!mon #khun sam #mon #kiarcheo #my fanfiction #offshoot rambly ramblings

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hermionegalathynius · 1 year

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Sweet Sixteen (3/11)

As requested :)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: mentions of family trauma (but then who doesn’t know Sirius’s tragic back story)

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Y/n's alarm woke her up at eight.

It took the girl a few moments to turn it off and remember why she'd set it. By then she was sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes, trying to resist the groan of dread that wanted to break free from her throat. Reluctantly, she got up and pulled back the drapes around her bed, silently crying in her head as her feet made contact with the cold floor. Her bare legs instantly pebbled with goosebumps as she pulled covers off of them and stood up.

While she was pulling her thickest, wooliest blue jumper and a pair of leggings on, she noticed how Sienna's drapes were still closed. Her friend was probably still asleep, the lucky basterd. Lacing up her sneakers, she went to the bathroom that branched out from the girl's dorm to brush her teeth and hair and put her usual layer of mascara on her lashes. Her make-up was never more elaborate than mascara and maybe some eyeliner. If she was going on a date, she might put some lip gloss on, but this wasn't a date. It wasn't even something worth the effort she was putting into her appearance. Her fuss over her smudged mascara was merely out of habit rather than actually caring what she looked like.

When she was finally done making herself look presentable for public, the girl trudged back to her bed and slung her bag over her shoulder before making her way down the stairs and out of Ravenclaw Tower.

The Great Hall was almost completely empty save for a few students who were early risers, unlike her. Sullenly, Y/n sat down at a random spot at the Ravenclaw table and dished herself a plate of scrambled eggs and toast. After a moment of hesitation, she also gave herself a huge helping of bacon and cheese along with a steaming cup of coffee. She was going to need it if she was supposed to spend the next three hours alone with Sirius Black.

Half an hour later she had finished off her breakfast and made her way to the Library. There was still thirty minutes until the tutoring session was supposed to start, so she made herself comfortable at one of the desks in a secluded corner and took out her book.

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Sirius wasn't sure what to expect when he walked into the Library the following morning. He half hoped she wouldn't be there and he wouldn't have to try to talk to her. However, the other half of him hoped she would be there so he could finally develop some sort of relationship with the girl he had been staring at for six years. He could still remember the day he met her, which, unsurprisingly, was the day he started fancying her.

"Woah! I'm sorry!"

Sirius blinked down at the girl who had just barrelled into him, making him slam into the nearest compartment door and probably bruise his shoulder. He opened his mouth to tell her to 'watch where you're going' but cut himself off when she finally looked up at him.

She was very pretty. Sirius's heart did a little leap and he quickly tried to think of something to say that wouldn't make her hate him.

"Uh, that's okay. You can bump into me any day," he ended up saying, giving her a mischievous smirk.

She frowned slightly and backed up a few steps so that she wasn't right against him, "Um, thanks? I think..."

Sirius knew right then that what he'd said hadn't been much better than 'watch where your going', and he immediately wished he could take it back. Unfortunately, she was already walking away.

Not wanting to come off as a complete tosser, he quickly called after her, "Hey! What's you're name?"

She stopped and turned slightly, "Y/n L/n, and you?"

He resisted the urge to smile like an idiot at the sound of her name, "Sirius Black."

She gave him a small smile before turning back around and walking away.

That was the last time he'd ever had a proper conversation with her. Sirius had been so affected by this girl that every opportunity he had afterwards to talk to her and become her friend, he'd gotten too nervous and chickened out. James found it absolutely hilarious and even Remus teased him about the absence of his Gryffindor courage.

Now, here he was, standing in the shadows of the Library's bookshelves, staring at Y/n L/n as she read her book. The lesson was supposed to begin in five minutes. What would she do if he didn't work up the courage to talk to her before then? Would she just get up and walk away? Would she continue to read her book? Would she be totally unsurprised due to his reputation?

Sirius resisted the urge to sigh in frustration and give away his presence. It didn't help that she looked ridiculously cute in the oversized blue jumper, her hair down around her shoulders and brushing her midriff. He wanted to walk up to her and run his hands through it, let the scent of her floral shampoo fill his nose. He wanted to sit down next to her and pull her into his side. He wanted to press a kiss to the top of her head and bury his face in her shoulder. It was driving him insane. He had been with other girls before, but the only attraction there had been physical. And usually the only urge he ever got was to kiss them. When it came to Y/n... he wanted to do all those fluffy, couple-ey things that he usually made fun of. He wanted to talk to her for hours and get to know her. Her likes and dislikes. Her pet peeves and the things she couldn't live without. He wanted to hear all of her weird childhood stories and tease her about them. He wanted to tell her about his parents and his situation at home. He wanted her to know the real reason he'd dated so many girls. He wanted her to know the Sirius that only James and Remus knew. The Sirius who wasn't as happy and confident as he made other people think he was. But most of all, he wanted her to see all of that about him and still love him for it.

Checking his watch, Sirius realised that it was one minute till the lesson began and he was still standing there like a lovestruck fool. Taking a deep breath he strode out of the shelves and plonked himself down opposite her, plastering that all too familiar confidence-filled grin on his face.

"Good morning, L/n. I see you've been here a while."

Y/n's head shot up from where it had been practically buried in her book and her eyes snapped to his. They were the most vibrant shade of e/c he'd ever seen and it took his breath away.

"Black! If I'm being honest I didn't think you would show," she mused, marking her spot in the book and placing it on the table in front of her without looking—as if she'd done it a million times. Sirius's heart panged at her words as he internally cringed. So his reputation had given her a few expectations about him. Good to know.

"I couldn't leave a lovely girl like yourself waiting, now could I?" He flirted and winked.

Stop doing that! His mind screamed at him, Stop flirting with her! You look like an idiot!

She raised a brow at him and started getting out her books, "Flirting may get you places with the other girls around here, Sirius Black, but not with me. I expect you to work hard in these sessions so you can show some actual improvement. Professor Sikander is counting on me to bring up your grades and offered me extra credit if I do. So please cooperate and maybe these lessons will be over faster than you think."

Sirius plastered on a smirk to hide just how much her words had hurt him. Of course she wasn't doing this for him. Academics was what she lived for, wasn't it? It was stupid of him to think she might be doing this to simply save his grades. Even though Muggle Studies was the only subject he struggled in.

Sirius wasn't bad at academics. In fact, he was actually one of the top students in his grade. His teachers claimed that he was well on his way to becoming an Auror one day. However, having a failed subject on one's NEWT results wasn't something people at the Ministry ignored, even if it was Muggle Studies. Sometimes he wished he could drop the subject, but that wasn't allowed. The only reason he'd taken it in the first place was to piss off his parents even more. That had been the year before they kicked him out. Before he stopped caring about what they thought of him. Now he just wanted to forget about them, but this class was so anti-Black that it reminded him of them even more. Like it or not, they were still his parents and, deep down, he still wished they loved him as much as they loved Regulus.

Sirius wanted now, more than ever, to tell Y/n all of this.

Except he simply said, "Alright then, miss Ravenclaw. Teach me about muggles,"

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goonerjoon · 2 years

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hii can may i request EXO reaction to their s/o leaving a lipstick mark somewhere on their face or neck and they dont notice it until someone else pointed it out?😂 who would immediately wipe it out in embarrassment and who would smugly shows it off?

Minseok

Minseok would be embarrassed but would laugh along with everyone before running off to the bathroom scrubbing it off him. He'd hastily text you asking why you hadn't told him it was there?

"Minseok hyung you've got a hm mark I guess?" Sehun poked at his neck the lipstick catching on his fingertip, bringing it up to the others face to show him.

"Haha well you know how it is!" The rest of them snorted patting him on the back, but all Minseok could thinkg about was how dead you were when he got home.

Junmyeon

Junmyeon would be faux smug but when no one's looking he'd start blushing but he'd leave the mark because he didn't want you to think that he didn't like it. He'd take various pictures for you throughout telling you how much he liked it and how you should give him more when he gets home.

"Nice mark hyung where'd you get it?" Yixing ran his finger along Junmyeon's neck swiping a bit of the lipstick there away.

"Hm, where do you think?" Junmyeon smirked walking off as the other members whooped and hollered behind him.

Yixing

Yixing wouldn't care but would probably tease you about it, saying, "did you get a little excited baobei?" But when he got you alone he'd leave just as many marks on you.

"Woah Yiyi where'd you get that?" Minseok stared at the back of Yixing's neck that was literred in red lipstick marks.

"Where do you think? Baobei couldn't help themselves." Yixing smirked pushing at one of the marks on his collarbone.

Baekhyun

Baekhyun would be smug about it trying to show off wanting to show all the guys just how much action he's getting. Everyone would be more than annoyed by the end of the day but that's just Baekhyun.

"You see it huh you see it?" Baekhyun pointed at his throat lipstick was smeared from his jawline downwards.

"Yes Baekhyun we see it." Junmyeon crossed his arms over his chest sighing rolling his eyes at the other shenanigans.

"Bet you're jealous!" Baekhyun stuck his tongue out at him before running off to send you a message about how cool you made him today.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol would be shocked having had no idea it was even there, his ears would turn red, and he'd start to rub at his neck desperate to get rid of it. Once it was completely gone he'd be red through the rest of the day far too embarrassed.

"Ears still red huh Chanyeollie? Are we really that embarrassed?" Minseok tugged at his ear cooing at him as Chanyeol pulled away.

"So what huh?" Everyone giggled at him watching as he ran further ahead to get away from the teasing.

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo would walk around with it not because he's being smug but because he doesn't care, or at least he's trying to act like he doesn't. He'd sneak off to go wipe it away giving you a dirty look for not telling him sooner it was there.

"Ooh looks like you had fun Kyungsoo!" Baekhyun pointed at the lipstick smeared across his neck while the rest of the members laughed.

"Mm more than you've ever done." He looked right at you glaring before walking off, you knew you were in for a wild night.

Jongin

Jongin would be embarrassed as well rubbing his sleeve against the mark only smearing it further, but after reassurance from everyone, he'd stop and embrace it making jokes about it as well.

"So Nini what'd you do earlier today hm?" Chanyeol smirked wiping at the lipstick marks decorating Jongin's neck.

"Nothing!" He rubbed and rubbed at his neck turning more red as he continued, everyone giggled around him pulling his arm away from the mark.

Sehun

Sehun wouldn't care ignoring everyone as they teased him about it, he'd roll his eyes while walking off. But later on he'd act all cute and cuddly with you asking if you'd leave more on him.

"Our baby's all grown up!" Baekhyun hugged Sehun from behind cooing, Sehun pushed out of his hold glaring at him.

"I've been grown up." He rolled his eyes walking away from his hyungs while they laughed behind him.

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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Sometimes, you just gotta. Stare at the sea. Izzy gets some of that in. Ed tries to reconnect, and ultimately he and Izzy are still the same dorky friends/friends riding the edge of being more, that they were when they first set out. Lucius holds a sketching class. The talent show is finally set to go on! Izzy sings? Izzy sings! Though Ed probably isn't going to convince him to do so for the show.

Also: Stede is right about the liver. Literally if you can trust him on nothing else, he knows this.

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"What...what are you doing?"

Izzy turned. "Looking at the water. You get to look at the clouds, can't I look at the water?"

"Well, yeah," Ed scoffed. "Just weird. You don't do that. Not usually."

"Well, now that we're doing whatever this all is-"

"Sailing around until we find someone to raid?"

"That, yes, but I also meant that," Izzy said, gesturing to the scene in the middle of the deck. "I may as well enjoy watching the waves and whatever swims by us."

It wasn't an odd scene for the Revenge, though admittedly it might have seemed out of place elsewhere. But everyone had loved the idea of a sketching lesson from Lucius and if he requested it be nude and that Pete model for them, well...so what, as far as Ed was concerned.

"That's just for the afternoon," Ed said. "Talent show is tonight."

"I am very aware of it. Could not be more aware if I wanted to be, which I do not."

"You and the Swede would do well together. Or be good competition apart," Ed suggested.

"Those days are long behind me, Edward."

"You literally sang for our dinner in the past, and you won't give everyone here a little taste?"

"You," Izzy said with a smirk. "Are trying to appeal to my ego. Well, Edward, there's not much left of that. But nice try."

"You'll at least sit with us and watch, right?"

He didn't mean to let on how hurt he was that Izzy wouldn't even so much as sit in, but he could hear it as he spoke that he hadn't hidden it well at all.

"Or what, you'll feed me another toe?"

There was a beat, then laughter.

"No, no I wouldn't," Ed chuckled. "At least it wasn't your big toe."

"I'd need this even more if you'd done that," Izzy said, tapping his cane on the deck. "Does it really mean that much to you? That I get involved with all this?"

Ed nodded. "At least sit by me and Stede. He pulled aside one of the fancy padded footrests from our quarters so you could put your foot up."

"And your knee?"

Ed rolled his eyes. "Stop that. I'm taking care of you now a little, or I'm trying to! You can't counteract that by trying to take care of me."

Izzy sighed and smiled. "Alright, fair enough. I'll try and let you do that. But seriously, you know you won't sleep if you don't elevate it at least half an hour, and-"

"He's got a taller one for my knee," Ed interrupted gently. "We've got things covered, honestly. I know it isn't at all like before but...you can relax, at least for an evening. For longer, if you'd like! I'd like that. Think it would be better for your blood pressure."

Stede, walking past them to observe the ongoing class, scoffed and said aloud:

"He knows about blood pressure, but he won't believe me about the liver!"

They hid their giggles as he walked on.

"He is probably right about the liver," Izzy said.

"I'm gonna ask Roach later, if anyone knows, it'll be him," Ed said. "So... you'll come?"

"To ask Roach about the liver? I'm curious myself, why not."

"You know I meant the talent show," Ed said.

Izzy nodded. "Alright. I'll sit and watch with you two."

"And maybe one song after judging is done."

"Ed-"

"Just one! Just one, for me?"

"We'll see," Izzy chuckled.

Ed promptly picked him up over his shoulders and carried him along as he headed for Stede. "He said yes! Stede, I got him to say yes!"

"Was this necessary for telling him I agreed?" Izzy asked, barely hanging onto his cane to try and keep it from hitting Ed as they went.

"Very necessary, all part of the talent show plan!"

"Was the entirety of the plan just to get me to agree to watch the talent show?"

"Yup!"

At the center of the deck, Lucius sighed. "Alright, now that the Distraction Brothers have stopped interrupting class, on to the balls-"

#text post #ofmd fic #im writing to not think abt the tidal wave of emotions hitting me rn that are overwhelming me #to the point i cant fully work thru them yet #but what i can do is write pirates #also i cant draw for shit but i would be honoured to have Lucius roll his eyes lovingly at my attempt to draw Pete

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isabellafoster13 · 1 year

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This was requested on Wattpad by Charamocha.

As you can probably guess by the title, this oneshot is based on "A Guy that I'd Kinda be Into" from Be More Chill. I am a Broadway musical junkie. It was only a matter of time before I did this.

I hope you enjoy!

A Guy that I'd Kinda be Into (Rufus x Lucy)

Rufus sat at a table in the Fairy Tail guildhall. The guild was in chaos behind him, but he paid no mind, preferring to read the book in his hand. It took quite a bit of effort to ignore the destructive guild. He hadn't come to the guildhall of his own free will. Rather, he had been dragged there by Sting, who also dragged along Yukino, Minerva, Rogue, and Orga.

As his eyes roamed across the pages, his mind wandered away from the story and he ended up thinking about a particular blonde mage. He was silently hoping that Lucy wouldn't show up at the guild. He knew that this was a foolish wish, but he couldn't help himself.

For some time now, he had been attracted to Fairy Tail's celestial wizard. Some would say that he had fallen in love with her. He knew quickly that he had fallen for her, almost immediately, in fact. He remembered vividly the day that Lucy had shown up at the Sabertooth guildhall to visit Yukino. He had been sitting at a table and reading a book, much like he was now. When he heard Yukino's excited chatter with another woman, he had looked over at the doors of the guild and spotted Lucy. He remembered how he had suddenly felt at that moment. Looking at Lucy, he had been hit with a sudden feeling of nervousness, even despite not being near her. His gut had been filled with rapidly fluttering butterflies, his heart had ripened, and his palms were slightly moist with sweat. He had instantly noticed how truly bewitching the blonde woman was. She was dressed in a simple, pink sundress that hugged her figure perfectly.

When Lucy had glanced over at him, the memory-make mage had looked back down at his book, hoping that she hadn't been unnerved by his staring. When the two women walked by, Lucy had done something that worsened his condition: she had spoken to him.

She had stopped in her tracks as she passed by him and said hello, asking how he was. With that, Rufus was unable to speak, something that rarely ever happened to him, and his mouth was dry. He was unable to speak, so he instead waved to her and nodded. When Lucy walked away, seeming to be a bit dejected by his lack of verbal response, he silently cursed at himself for such behavior. It wasn't until later that day, when he was relaxing at his home just before bed, that he had thought about the strange occurrence. It didn't take him long to put together that he had fallen for her.

From that point on, Rufus found talking to Lucy to be difficult. He was unable to even be near her, lest he be overcome with the tale-tell signs of being in love. Now, sitting in Fairy Tail's guildhall after being dragged there, he hoped that he wouldn't have to be faced with Lucy. He hoped that Lucy would try to speak to him. He did not wish to make a fool of himself, or give Lucy any evidence that would support her suspicion that he didn't like her at all. Though, he supposed that his inability to speak to her properly was already giving that impression.

Rufus tried to return to his book and push away his thought about Lucy, but was soon interrupted when he heard a woman clear her throat. He looked up to see who was standing across from him, becoming suddenly overcome with nervousness, his body tensing at the sight of Lucy. He noticed that she was dressed in a light blue dress, which had short, puffed, off-the-shoulder sleeves. It looked beautiful on her, just as all of her other outfits did. She was looking down at him, a shy smile on her face and her cheeks dusted a lovely shade of pink.

Rufus stared up at her in silence, unable to open his mouth and speak due to his dry mouth and heavy tongue. His cheeks were burning, making him know that there was an evident blush on his face. He reached up to grab the brim of his hat and angled it so that Lucy wouldn't be able to see his blush from where she stood. His heart was beating rapidly and his stomach seemed to be doing flips.

He then heard Lucy sit down, something that he was both happy about and didn't like. He wished he could say something to her, anything, but he was too tongue-tied and too nervous. So, instead, he waited for her to speak. And she did after a few moments of silence, "Rufus...I'd like to talk to you about something."

Rufus, not trusting his own voice, nodded. He couldn't bring himself to turn her away, but nonetheless, he was confused as to why Lucy would want to talk to him, surely her other friends would be more useful for any problem or worry that she may have. He waited in silence for the celestial wizard to speak.

"So...say that there's this person who you see fairly often. You're used to thinking about him in a negative way, but then, he changes. Now, you think he's a very nice, reliable, and interesting guy." Her voice had a hint of hesitancy in it, making it seem as though she was still unsure, even though she pressed on, "he's gone from a guy that I would never be interested in, but now, he's a guy that I'd kinda be into. Do you think he'd be worth it?"

Rufus thought about what she was saying. His mind wandered to who the man he was talking about could be and he dared to think that, perhaps, he was the man who she was talking about. The only men he was able to think of were Rogue and Sting. He clenched the book in her hands as a feeling of jealousy rose from within him at the thought of either of his two friends dating Lucy. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he pushed down the jealousy and gestured with his hand for the blonde woman to continue.

Lucy went on, "he's very interesting. He doesn't really talk to other people very much and he's on his own whenever I see him. I thought that I knew who he was, a stuck-up guy who didn't talk to other people because he didn't think other people were good enough for him to waste his time on them. But now, I can see that I was wrong."

Rufus contemplated her words. He was able to easily rule out Sting. That left Rogue. Or, maybe, himself. He felt silly for thinking that the man who Lucy was talking about could be himself, but he also could deny the fact that he did fit the description, at least, he thought that he did. He closed his book and sat it down, resting his hands on the table as he listened further to the woman who sat across from him.

Lucy continued, sounding like she was becoming a bit more confident, "I've always been a fan of romance stories in which the main female character would fall in love with a man cloaked in mystery, but I never suspected that I would do the same thing." She then laughed dryly, remarking, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this."

Rufus peered past the lowered brim of his hat, seeing that Lucy was staring at him with a soft gaze and light red cheeks. He then watched as she reached forward to gently rest a hand on top of his, causing his still-present blush to darken and his breath to get caught in his throat. His forest green eyes met Lucy's chocolate ones when she asked, "is he worth it?"

He could see that Lucy was truly in love with this man who she was describing and, despite not being sure if she talking about him, he still wanted her to be happy. So, he swallowed down the lump that was in his throat and forced himself to respond, "yes, absolutely." It wasn't what he wanted to say, but Lucy seemed to be happy with it.

The celestial wizard suddenly stood up and walked around to sit next to him. Rufus kept his head turned away and his hat angled, trying to keep his blush hidden from her. However, in a swift movement, Lucy lifted Rufus' hat off of his head and sat it on the table. This caused the blonde man to turn his head and stare at in surprise at her unexpected action.

Lucy smiled at him, her blush matching his. She then muttered, "the guy that I'd kinda be into..."

Rufus was unable to look away from her, his eyes stuck on her, staring into her alluring eyes. He didn't even realize that Lucy was leaning in, closer to his face. She then finished, "...is you."

With that, Rufus realized what was going on and what she had said. He cupped her face and closed the rest of the distance between their faces, sealing their lips in a long-awaited kiss.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #rufus lore #rufus x lucy #rulu #fluff #love confessions #mentions of other characters

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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Hi! I loved your writing about them having nightmares! Can i request one where they cheat on you and regret it because you leave him (obviously) but super dramatic and angsty hehe, thank you in advance 😻

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕆𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕀𝕥 (ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟 + 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠)

I do not endorse any of the following behaviors, nor do I believe that the members of Stray Kids would do any of the following.

♩ gn!reader, cheating, crying, just really sad, ANGST.

just to be clear, i'm not going to continue with the other members, I just don't see any of them cheating...(not to say I see channie and lino cheating but you get my point)

♩♩ word count: 1k

♩♩♩ A/N: Cheating is really probably my least favorite thing in the world. I tried writing it but struggled so badly I only managed to write Chan and Minho, one because they're the first two, but also because I just had the hardest time imagining them cheating on you...especially Changbin for some reason, I was legit starting to cry while writing his ( Ĭ ^ Ĭ ) , sorry for not writing for all 8 members, you can request something else if you want~

wip list here

Chan

You were there for him through the years when he was a nobody, the many years he spent as a trainee.

You were there for him when he had the hardest time.

You were there for him when he doubted himself.

You were there for him when he was hurt, when he wanted to cry, when he was sad.

Thankfully, in the end, all his hard work paid off.

He had his own team, his own fans, his own reputation.

You were naive enough to think that your relationship would be the same as it was.

You were naive to think that you, who had been with him through so much, would stay with him until the end.

You never gave up on him.

But he gave up on you.

The first time you found clothes in the house that didn't belong to you or him, he just passed it off as "a member left them here".

You chose to believe him even though, to your knowledge, the members had never come to your house.

The second time you found an unfamiliar lipstick in the car, he said that their make-up artist had left it behind.

You believed that too, even though you knew he had never worn that color of lipstick before.

But the third time, when you saw the hickeys on his neck, you really couldn't find any excuse to believe him.

Why? Was it because you hadn't done enough? Was it because you didn't love him enough?

No, of course not.

It was because he didn't feel like he was "in love" with you anymore.

"Get out of my house."

You held back your tears, gritted your teeth and tried to suppress your emotions.

It wasn't anger, and there wasn't much sadness.

Just... just disbelief.

"This is a decision you made, and now you're going to have to live with the consequences of it."

You could have sworn to God that you contributed everything you had to the relationship.

If that wasn't enough, maybe Bang Chan didn't deserve you.

"Don't think that because you're famous now, you're a class above me."

"You're just a scumbag like all those men out there."

Two weeks later was the first time he reached out to you.

"Baby... I was wrong ......"

You just gave him a blank look and didn't say anything.

He only made you feel sick.

A month later was the first time he called you, in tears.

"It's not me they love, it's my fame, my body, the honour I can bring them, not me......"

"If only you'd understood that sooner."

You didn't continue to listen to his sophistry and simply hung up.

Life was surprisingly good without Chan.

No more sasaengs coming to your door to threaten you.

You don't have to hide when you go out.

You don't have to worry about being filmed by the paparazzi when you do anything.

You're finally free, free from the cage called 'Bang Chan'.

You were free.

But he had lost forever the person who loved him most.

Minho

How you wish he was just an ordinary man, an ordinary man like you.

If he was an ordinary man, maybe he wouldn't have met her.

The one who, like him, could stand on stage and shine.

The one who could relate to what he was feeling, what he was struggling with.

The person he had more in common with.

The person he chose over you.

How you wish he was just an ordinary man, an ordinary man like you.

If he was an ordinary man, he would be able to relate to your feelings.

No stage to showcase yourself, no fans to support you.

Just the "little things" he never cared about.

The "unimportant" problems you had to face every day.

No one cared about you, even if you were exhausted to the point of breaking.

If he were a normal person, things would be a lot easier.

When he broke up with you, you weren't surprised, to be honest.

At some point, you realized that you didn't have anything in common with each other.

Things were happening in his life that you couldn't fully understand.

The time to see each other started to become less.

You didn't even text, let alone call.

You do love him, you really do.

There was a time when your whole heart was his.

But, now that you think about it, did he ever really love you?

Did he only date you because he took pity on you?

Every time you thought about it, you got angry.

Not because he left you for someone else, it wasn't him.

It was you. You were mad at yourself.

How could you put yourself so low?

Why did you care, when he didn't at all?

Why did you try to approach him when he was trying to push you away?

What gave him the right to take away your youth?

You didn't get angry, you didn't cry, it wasn't even painful.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

A sigh of relief that you didn't know how many years you had been holding.

A few weeks later, Minho turns up on your doorstep, looking horrible, the worst you've ever seen.

You politely ask him if he's okay, and he said no.

"I regret it, Y/N, she doesn't love me at all."

"Is that so? What a shame."

"Y/N! Don't talk to me in that tone of voice...you shouldn't be like this......"

"Not like this? Then what am I supposed to be like? Like I was, obeying you? Serving only you? Who do you think you are, Lee Minho? What makes you think the world is supposed to revolve around you?"

He was speechless, his eyes widened.

"Mr. Lee, the two of us are strangers who have nothing to do with each other now, and if you insist on standing here, I will call the police. You're an idol, you shouldn't want to be on trending for something like this, right?"

"Do we really have no chance?"

"Mr. Lee, I hope you understand that your actions now will affect your team."

You've figured it out, you didn't hate him, you just pitied him.

You pitied him for not being able to do the basics of being a human being.

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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Hello hello may request some good old classic first kiss headcanons with the Lupin gang please~?

First kiss headcanons for the gang

Fandom: Lupin The Third

Warnings: mentions of self doubt.

Type: headcanons, fluff

Lupin III

The first kiss happens really quick, like weeks into the relationship.

The real first kiss however, happens much later.

There's a lot of feeling poured into it and you can feel it.

It definitely happens in privacy, away from peering eyes.

The occasion under which is happened really showed you just how lunch Lupin cares for you.

You'd been going through a bout of depression and was starting to doubt your self worth when Lupin walked into the room and sat beside you.

He was very quiet at first, you could tell he wanted to tell you something.

Eventually he stood up and kneeled in-between your legs on the floor.

He grabbed your hand gently and looked up at you with the most precious look you've ever seen from him.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked.

Your heart was moved but your mouth wouldn't form the words you wanted to say so you stayed quiet.

It looked like Lupin wanted to cry for that brief moment before hand. You knew he loved you, but you just couldn't say what you wanted to.

"Then let me show you."

It wasn't like anytime he had kissed you before, there was a warmth there that you hadn't felt before. He was gentle, his hand on your cheek pushing his point further across. It brought you comfort.

When he pulled back he looked you directly in the eyes and told you. "You see, there's nothing to be sad about baby, I know it gets rough sometimes but I'll be right here by your side always, remember that."

Jigen Daisuke

Y'all's first kiss didn't happen until a year into the relationship.

Miraculously it was an accidental on your half. You'd seen your parents do it so often that you did it without thought.

The two of you were about to split up on a recon, and before he walked away you gave him a small kiss on the lips.

It was nothing big until you realized what you'd done. If it wasn't for the two of you being alone he probably would have hidden but instead be walked towards you.

"If you're gonna give me a kiss, at least let it be a real one."

Goemon Ishikawa XIII

The first kiss was on his birthday.

No one, and not even Goemon had told you when his birthday was, and it had never crossed your mind that it could come around at anytime until you heard Jigen talking to Goemon about his age.

That was when it hit you, you hadn't gotten him a present. You embarrassed that you didn't have anything to give him.

You even felt guilty.

To later that night when he was making his way to bed, you press a firm kiss on his lips and pulled back with a smile.

"happy birthday babe."

He was pressed to figure out that he forgot to tell you but he was happy you found out. He was also very pleased with what you had done.

#goemon ishikawa xiii #lupin the third x reader #goemon #fujiko mine #inspector zenigata #jigen daisuke #jigen daisuke x reader #lupin iii #lupin iii x reader

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