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revasserium · 8 months

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CONGRATS RAIN!!!!!!!!!

also heavy breathing bc before i even opened the "keep reading" i was like. i hope pride and prejudice is on the list T______T and there she is ..... #1

i will kindly ask for osamu x pride and prejudice pls & thank u 🤲

pride and prejudice

osamu miya; 2,952 words; fluff, childhood friends to lovers, volleyball player!reader, fem!reader, general cuteness

summary: osamu has known you for longer than he can remember.

a/n: @starrysamu remmyyy thank u!!! and thank u for sending this prompt omfg i actually loved writing it so much u__u i hope u enjoy and yES ofc i couldn't leave miss p&p off this list!!! though the fic has nothing to do with the actual book LOL i hope you like it regardless <3

one.

you have known each other for longer than he can remember.

longer (osamu is convinced) than the summer days. longer (he is still convinced) than the winter nights. longer than the length of a volleyball court, than the glistening white lines that separate the game from everything else beyond it.

you’ve always been small, but you’d never let that stop you. and perhaps it’s this more than anything that grates at osamu’s consciousness — the sheer stubbornness of you. and he knows a thing or two about being stubborn — have you met his twin brother?

but no — you’d insisted, at the tiny, peculiar age of four, that you’d found volleyball first. as if it were something to discovered, like electricity or the new world. even though osamu knows better, knows that volleyball has always been there, just like he knows that atsumu will always try to steal the last popsicle in the freezer and that the sky will always turn blue again after even an entire week’s worth of rain.

“shorty’s can’t play volleyball, y’know,” he drawls, watching you with his head cocked, casually kicking his feet as they dangle from the edge of a low-rise bridge, the summer having reduced the usually hearty waterway to a trickling stream. you stand on the banks, panting, bruises like badges of honor blooming across your knees as you bounce a large ball along your forearms, over and over and over again.

osamu follows the trajectory with half-lidded eyes, his heartbeat ticking inside him like a time-bomb.

“says who?!” you demand, squeaking as the ball bonks off your head, making your eyes water.

osamu hums, caught between morbid amusement and a true, burgeoning curiosity as you dash off after the worn old volleyball.

“says… everyone, duh. tall people play volleyball… shortys…” he trails off, casting his eyes up at the first flickering stars as they wink into existence along the far horizon, “i dunno… shorty’s probably make ramen or riceballs or something like that.”

“samuuuu! it’s dinner time!” the clank of their old bike alerts osamu to his twin’s appearance, even as atsumu screeches to a halt the foot of the bridge, looking between osamu and you, now cradling the ball in your arms, your eyes bright and sharp as — yes, osamu thinks, bright as the evening stars.

“c’mon,” osamu says, hoisting himself up and jerking his head towards his brother.

“don’t wanna,” you say, stomping a foot as you turn resolutely away from him even as he rolls his tiny, four-year old eyes.

“don’t be stupid. kaa-chan made taimeshi —”

“oh! my favorite!”

osamu smirks as you bound up to meet them, his previous slights apparently long forgotten as you race off down the road, shouting over your shoulder that the last person there has to do the dishes. atsumu shrieks and nearly topples the bike chasing after you, leaving osamu to sigh and jog slowly after the two of you.

he wonders how long it’ll take before you outgrow this weird new obsession with volleyball. but then again, watching you play, it did seem like fun.

maybe, he’ll even give it a try one day.

two.

you’ve got a solid 10 centimeters on him by the time he and atsumu make it to the starting lineup in their middle school team. by then, you’d already been the star for an entire season, what with your boundless energy and your painful determination.

he’s seen you at school games, but of course he has — streaking along the sides of the court, jumping high enough to convince half the stadium that gravity does indeed play favorites.

“anddd… inarizaki middle takes another stunning victory over the girls at shukugawa tech! that number 11 is really someone to watch!”

he meets you after the match with a cold pocari sweat and a bag of caramel candies.

“you’re dropping your elbows on your spikes again,” he says, even as atsumu smacks both his palms into yours in celebration.

you pause, wiping at your face with the towel dangling around your neck.

“shaddap! we won, didn’t we?”

osamu sighs, “guess you did.”

“so, when’s your first game?”

osamu sniffs as he tries to keep the blush from crawling too far up his neck as he looks away.

“tomorrow afternoon.”

atsumu jabs a thumb into his chest with a cheeky grin, “you gonna be there to watch us cream the other team?”

“course i will!” you say as you flash them a smile that has osamu wondering if, just like gravity, perhaps the sun plays favorites too.

three.

the twins grow nearly a head and a half over one summer before high school and you’re inconsolable for weeks.

“it’s not fair!”

osamu sighs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes for the twelfth time that night as you smack another ball across the net and toss another for him to set.

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

“guys and girls grow different… it’s not like it’s a secret or anything —”

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

osamu catches the next ball you toss for him, straightening to shake his sweaty bangs from his eyes.

“you’re dropping your elbows again. and you’re pulling back too hard on your swing — you’re gonna throw out your shoulder if —”

“what’s it matter anyway?!”

your voice is loud enough to echo, even in the giant gymnasium, even with all the doors thrown open to let in the autumn breeze. osamu doesn’t miss your fingers curled into fists at your sides, he doesn’t miss the tremor in your voice like the first rumble of thunder before a summer storm.

“it matters cause if you injure yourself, you’re not gonna be able to play —”

“i — i haven’t grown since i was twelve years old! w-what’s it matter if i get hurt o-or if i can’t keep playing? it’s only a matter of time before i’m too short —”

“fine then. quit.”

your head jerks up, your eyes wide and watery as you stare at him. the ball falls out of your grip and bounces, listless, once, twice, three-four-five times against the waxed wooden floor before rolling to a stop against one of the padded net poles.

osamu shrugs, feeling suddenly too cold and too hot all at once as something he thinks might be anger roils in the depths of his stomach, and then all he wants to do is scream and run laps around the building till this inexplicable fire inside him goes out.

instead, he turns away from your piercing, accusatory gaze and starts picking up volleyballs, casually tossing them up and setting them back into the big blue ball bin.

“osamu… you giant fucking asshole!”

bomph-thwack — something smacks against the back of his head so hard his vision goes blurry. but before he has the strength to whip around and look for you, you’d already gone, racing out of the gym, leaving osamu utterly bewildered as he raises a hand to touch the bump already rising at the back of his head.

“ow… what the fuck was that?!”

later that night, when he recounts the tale to atsumu, who’d spent a solid fifteen minutes laughing at the fact that he’d gotten nailed in the head by a girl, atsumu had pinned him with a flatlined look and said —

“well, ya kinda did deserve it.”

to which osamu had responded by promptly shoving atsumu’s face into a pillow and holding it there.

four.

you don’t quit volleyball, because of course you don’t. and osamu knows you well enough by now to know that you run on a combination of energy drinks and spite. but you don’t talk to him for weeks, and that sucks more than he quite has the words to explain.

so he doesn’t. and he doesn’t.

atsumu is the first one to notice, but then when kita-san finds him in the lockers one day to ask him what’s wrong, osamu thinks that it must be more serious than he’d thought.

he finds you practicing by the river, his footsteps slowing as he pauses to watch the shape of you silhouetted against the setting sun, the ball bouncing up in perfect rhythm as you bend at the knees and bop it back up, again and again and again.

he allows himself a smile as he makes his way over and plops down in the grass.

“your shoulders are getting tense again.”

you don’t answer, don’t even show any sign that you’d heard him, expect for the near imperceptible drop in your shoulders as you force them down the second before the ball makes contact with your outstretched arms.

bomph-bomph-bomph

the ball goes up and up and up again.

you don’t turn to look at him so osamu takes a deep breath and casts his eyes up at the darkening sky.

“it was a shit thing to say. i’m s —”

“we’re playing shiratorizawa this weekend.”

you both speak at the same time.

bomph-bomph-bomph

osamu jerks upright to stare at you.

“shiratorizawa? aren’t they in miyagi? what are they doing here?”

you bump the ball way up and fall a few steps back. he watches as you mark the ball with your eyes, the way your whole body goes fluid as you do your run-up, bending down, your entire being held perfectly still for a single second before you leap up into the air.

like this, he thinks, it really does look like you’re flying.

thwack.

the ball comes straight at him, but this time, he’s ready for it. he jerks the side to avoid it and catches it as it threatens to bounce off towards the open road behind him.

“dunno… some kinda training camp or something,” you say, shrugging as you climb up the short incline to join him on the grass. you drop down next to him as he cradles the ball in his lap, eyes trained on his fingers as they dig into the worn grooves around the old ball.

“hm. their boys team is a pain in the ass to play against.”

you laugh, “their girls are just as bad.”

“hm.”

you turn towards him, “not gonna wish me good luck?”

osamu tosses the ball up to balance it on the tip of a single finger.

“why would i? ‘s not like you’re gonna need it anyway.”

you bump him with your shoulder before snatching the ball from his hand and jumping up to race off towards the road.

“mom’s makin’ gyoza tonight! last one there’s gotta do the dishes!”

osamu groans as he pushes himself up, but jogs after you all the same, wondering just how long of a head start he should give you before he races after you.

he shoves your head forward as he catches up to you, chuckling as you yelp.

“how bout if you win this weekend, i’ll come over and do the dishes for you for a whole week!”

you laugh, chasing after him, “and if we lose?”

osamu turns around, grinning as you narrow your eyes at his easy gait, even as he’s running backwards, still noticeably faster than you, “mah… i haven’t thought that far yet. i mean, ‘s not like you’re gonna lose, right?”

five.

when they lose to karasuno, you’re crying way harder than anyone on their team.

atsumu huffs, scowling to keep his own tears at bay as you bawl into his chest, your other arm wrapped around osamu’s waist. osamu sighs, reaching up to pat you placidly on the back, even as something in his own chest coils tight, and then tighter.

“d-damnit — you guys p-played so well, too! th-that little number t-ten was — was such a freak!”

at this, osamu chuckles, pulling back to take you by the shoulders, “says our own tiny volleyball freak.”

you sniffle and wipe at your eyes, glaring defiantly up at him. and as he watches you hiccup, reaching up to wipe at your red, puffy cheeks, something inside him seems to snap all at once.

he tugs you forward and before he knows it, all he can feel are your rapid, uneven breaths — all he can taste is salt and the faint hint of your mint chapstick.

he hears atsumu make a half-disgusted, half-resigned sort of sound next to him but he doesn’t care. he kisses you till your breaths are no longer choppy, till he can feel your fingers digging into the sore tightness in his biceps. till someone clears their throat and he pulls back, breathless, to find aran staring at him with his arms crossed.

“team meeting in five,” aran says as he pointedly turns back around to usher the rest of the stunned team towards where their stuff is. several people from other schools are staring and whispering behind their hands but at a sharp glare from atsumu, they all scatter.

“feeling better?” osamu asks, unable to keep the lilting edge of a tease out of his voice as he pulls you with him into a deserted corner of the stadium. you blink up at him, your eyes a bit unfocused and still red from crying as you reach up to press your fingers to your lips. and then, you jolt back to life all at once and whack him on the arm.

“ow! w-what was that for?!”

“did you do that just to stop me crying?”

“wha — no! i — i did it cause — i — i don’t really know why — ow! stop hitting me!”

osamu grabs your arms and pins them to your side, pressing you up against the large pillar behind you, currently keeping the two of you hidden from view. he stares down at you, at the way your eyes are bright and sharp even in this relative, borrowed darkness, at the way your chest heaves up and down, up and down, stretching at the fabric of your very well-fitted sports top. he stares at the way your lips are still parted, and he hates the fact that he now knows exactly how they taste, knows just how soft they are, after having wondered for years and years and years.

he wonders how long he’s wanted to kiss you.

longer, he thinks, probably, than the summer days.

longer, he knows, than the winter nights.

“s-samu?”

“hm? oh. sorry…” he shakes his head and lets you go slowly, but he should’ve known you’d never let him off that easy. it’s just not who you are.

you narrow your eyes and he feels caught by your gaze.

“if you didn’t do it to stop me crying… then why’d you do it?”

osamu allows himself a deep sigh, taking half a step back, “ah… can’t a guy just kiss the girl he likes without being interrogated about it?”

you blink, and then, you reach out to whack him again.

“dumbass-samu… you’re gonna be late to your team meeting.”

osamu feels a strange mixture of pride and elation ballooning in his chest as he notices the way you’re blushing, the way you refuse to meet his eyes. he reaches down to ruffle your hair even as you yelp and try to swat him away.

“right, right — wait for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling as you say, “of course, idiot… where else would i be?”

six.

“so tell me… why’d you really kiss me that time after the karasuno match?”

it’s winter, two years later, and osamu’s arm is slung casually around your shoulders as the rest of the team chatters and drinks and makes a mess in the corner of the bought-out restaurant for their first annual high school reunion.

osamu hums, nursing a half-finished glass of sake.

“mah… i guess i just wanted to make myself feel better after getting my ass whopped, y’know?”

you laugh and try to dig your elbow into his side but he clamps his arm around you and holds you close. outside, the snow is finally starting to slow.

“have you figured it out yet, then? what you’re gonna study in college?”

at this, osamu turns to cast you a sidelong look.

“you’re not mad that i’m quitting volleyball?”

you shrug, “why would i be mad? it’s not like you’re making me quit with you.”

this time, he shrugs, “well, tsumu was mad for like… a week.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, and i’m so similar to your brother.”

osamu makes a noncommittal noise that once again prompts you to try and elbow him in the side.

“then you tell me… what do you think a former volleyball star should do after quitting, hm?”

you swirl your own drink around your glass, your cheeks dusted in pink as you consider for a moment. then, you smirk as you look back up at him with a wistful gaze.

“make ramen or riceballs or… something like that, right?”

osamu smiles, leaning down to gaze his lips along your cheek before reaching out to tip your head back to press you lips to his.

“y’know, that actually doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”

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kai-is-a-simp · 3 years

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NRC first years (+Silver) working at a host club

1) Ace

• rly smug, likes wearing the suit that comes with the job but hats being called a server/ waiter

• will flirt a little to get tips but also bc it's fun, teases Deuce about themed outfits (ex bunny/maid outfits) even though he's wearing the exact same thing

• switches between 3rd and 4th place host

• I don't even know what his type is... chaotic gremlin? Has his own charm in a way.

2) Deuce

•is extremely polite, practically drowning in respect women juice

• he's that really nice "boy next door/ childhood friend" type

• Always willing to do whatever to make the guests feel comfortable

• very easily embarrassed which makes him endearing to a lot of the regulars. Also hearns himself the odd tip or two if for example he hides his rosy cheeks behind the tray when embarassed

• unintentionally makes Ace jealous since he's being so friendly with everyone else

3) Jack

• He trys....he really does but this isn't the job for him

• definitely the silent type

•has accidentally scared customers off in the past but is actually rather popular with regulars since they know that he is still very polite even at times somewhat clumsy

• Doesn't blush as much as Deuce even though he is easily flustered, when the odd blush or two does arise he easily makes extra tips

• Will let a customer pet his ears if he can tell they're having a bad day and wags his tail when they do it right

• Sometimes brings a small desert for his favorite customers so it's definitely worth being in his good graces

4) Silver

• soft/ cottage core princely type. They type that you would run across in the woods and be able to have a nice and romantic picnic with.

• doesn't do much more then what is required of him

• can deal with tricky/ picky customers since he's always so cool and collected. Has definitely saved Aces and Sebeks asses from getting fired a couple times.

• will treat you with the utmost respect and make you feel like royalty. Asks if the customers are comfortable with being a addressed with certain titles (ex ma'am, sir, master etc.)

5) Sebek

• So you thought Ace was a hot mess? Ohhh boi-

• isn't quiet or even remotely reserved. However even though he's very brash and loud he's very polite

• this isn't the job for him... it really isn't. Even more so then Jack.

• is regularly in 6th (last) place in the rankings since almost nobody wants to pay for his company. He's entertaining to watch when other guests ask for him so you can watch them "suffer". Even so, there are regulars that have taken a fondness to him in some ways

• Has to continuously be reminded by his coworkers that he can't always be talking about Malleus. He has to compliment the customer and include them the conversation more.

• let's face it...Lilia put him up to this. He wants Sebek to grow out of his comfort zone and have more social/ people skills... so far it's.... well...Lilia is still confident that he's shown progress but has he really? Has he really though?

6) Epel (congrats you made it to the end of this post, enjoy :)

• lolita princely type. Had a bit of a hard time opening up in the beginning but soon learned the ropes and adapted. Is now regularly the number 1 host.

•Seems very sweet an polite at first but after a couple of minutes into the conversation he'll sneak in a couple compliments. If a customer flirts with him or trys to touch him (wich isn't actually allowed unless given permission by the host beforehand) he will in fact, to the surprise of most guests, actually flirts back and even tease them about it a little.

• has everyone wrapped around his finger, though their customers are mostly female/ feminine Epel and Jack are the two ppl that bring in the few males/ mascs for very different reasons. They both get the most amount of tips.

• If a customer does cofuse him with a girl he'll either tell them upfront if he's not feeling it or he'll go along with it and tease them about later on

• Plays a little game with some of the customers where they can dare him to do certain things to the other staff members in exchfor a higher tip. Mostly he receives bl related dares. However he makes sure to tell the other staff members about what he's doing and makes sure to ask what they're comfortable with before the shift.

So he might smack someones butt cheekily or steal a quick kiss or kiss they're cheek, boop them, surprise hug,cute nya etc. He'll also hug customers and maybe even kiss they're cheek if they've been extra good/ generous with tips.

Inspired by:

NONE OF THESE ARE MY ART!!!

If anyone knows who the artists are pls tell me so I can credit them.

#twisted wonderland #host club #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #hosting #bunny boys #disney twisted wonderland #twist #twisted wonderland au #twst epel #jack howl

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jarofstyles · 4 years

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Waterfalls

A/N: We had so much fun writing the last one that we decided to do another one 👉🏼👈🏼This is another prompt from @majorharry’s 20k fic celebration! (congrats again cass, we lysm) we used prompt 40 “Cover up, please.” a nice little smutty possessive harry moment for you all in contrast to the last one ✨ - n + d

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pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warning: smut, exhibitionism, daddy kink, spit kink

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“Cover up, please.” Harry muttered, clenching his jaw noticing the stares coming over to them. It was to Y/N though. The pool party was a good idea in theory but once he realized people were going to see more of his lover in general, he felt that little (big) possessive head of his rear and he felt feral, a little bit. He didn’t like other people looking. Simply put— she was his. Of course she was her own person. Independent. She didn’t need him, but she chose to be his and that was the best damn thing that has happened for him. Adding in the fact that yes, Y/N was the most beautiful person he had ever experienced, he knew other people could see it too. Most of the time? He loved it. He showed her off to many people. But when she was showing so much skin and people’s minds would wander... he did worry. He didn’t like people imagining what her skin felt like or how it felt to grab his waist or how beautiful her shape really was. Harry took her cover up and scowled, holding it up to her. The roll of her eyes made him whine, pulling her further into his body. “No. Don’t want ‘em staring too much.” His large hands covered her ass, pouting slightly.

“Baby...” Y/N chuckled, looking up at him with her brows raised. She knew he had a tendency to be possessive, but it was something she thought of as no big deal. He was just protective of her, wanted to assert his dominance over anyone who thought about putting the moves on her. But this? She didn’t realize this would cause it to flare up. “We’re at a pool party, what’d you think I was going to wear?” She asked, pushing a few pieces of hair away from his face in an attempt to soothe him. “No one is looking at me.” Y/N pecked his lips a few times, “and if they are, they can clearly see you’re with me, no?” She wiggled her bum a bit in his hands. “Let’s go swim hmm?” She suggested, thinking that if she was in the water then she would be covered up in theory. “It’s way too hot for me to be wearing anything else.”

“Fine. At least in the water they can’t eye you up.” Harry glared at a group of younger guys looking her up with a near snarl on his face. No way in hell. He didn’t know where exactly this type of possessiveness came from. He usually was quite cool and collected, only having his moments sometimes. But today it was ten times as bad. He was truly unsure as to why besides the fact that she looked fucking incredible. He walked with her to the pool and laughed when she decided to jump in without him, Harry following shortly after. This was someone’s fancy house party and they had a sick pool. One with a water fountain and one of those pool bars and shit. But Harry was more focused on getting to a place where he could be with her alone. Before they’d made it to the pool, she had her cover up on and talked to people, Harry’s arm around her shoulder. They’d met up here after a long day of classes and hadn’t seen each other all day.

Y/N pushed her hair back as she came up from underwater, adjusting her bikini top so that nothing was falling out before she swam over to Harry and took his hands. “Come deeper.” She mumbled, pulling him further into the deeper end of the pool where it was less crowded. She’d missed Harry today and though they were at a party, she felt like she could take a few minutes to spend some time with her man. They both worked really hard and whenever they had spare moments they always found ways to make them count.

Once they were in too deep she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, tangling her hands in his hair to get it wet. Harry looked incredible like this, granted he always did. Y/N couldn’t help but think that part of it was because he was looking at her like she was the last meal on earth. She swore he hadn’t taken his eyes off of her since they got here.

“Look so good today. Always look phenomenal but... just have a glow.” Harry commented, feeling a sense of serene come over him while she had pet over his hair and got it wet. Harry moves them to a little shelf in the pool wall, perfect for him to sit on while she clung to him. “Been missin’ you all day, bunny. Wanted to kiss you first thing but, everyone else tries to steal your attention away.” He pouted. It was a needy day, which was pretty rare considering his natal chart, but it happened. Especially because he felt so stable with her. Never had he had an easier relationship. She made everything feel at ease. He really did love this girl. “Want to be selfish with you for a little bit. Can I have my kiss hello before someone comes n’ interrupts us?”

“Thank you, angel..” Y/N felt herself grinning wider and wider. She loved when Harry got like this. She loved seeing him get all soft and sweet and needy for her attention. Y/N knew most of the time I was her bugging him for his attention, but this was a welcomed change. “Mhm...“ She hummed, leaning in to press a sweet and gentle kiss to his lips. It wasn’t long before that one gentle kiss turned into a slow and steamy one. Y/N expected it though, continuing to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. The slight scratch of his facial hair was something that was new, but she didn’t mind. It just reminded her that Harry was growing into this beautiful man that she loved. She pulled back hesitantly, giggling as he chased after her lips and nuzzled her face in his neck. “Missed you...” Y/N mumbled against his skin, “Didn’t mean for people to steal me away... forgive me?” She licked at the most sensitive spot.

“S’okay. You’re just so desirable. Everyone wants to be around you. Don’t blame ‘em. But you’re mine.” Harry felt even more safe with the cover of the water to hold her ass, keep her close to him. The kisses on his neck had him sigh to himself. She loved to kiss and lick at his neck a lot, thing between them both, something he loved too. He was incredibly sensitive there and he felt good whenever she decided to treat him to some affection there. “Sometimes I don’t like Sharing you with everyone. They know you’re mine but still look at you like you’re available n’ if I was a bit more aggressive I’d probably call ‘em out on it. But I’d rather sit and get kisses from you than get in a fight.” He sighed, leaning his head a bit to the side. “You have a good day otherwise?”

“Yeah?” Y/N smirked to herself, he’d rather get kisses from her than get in a fight. “You’re such a good boy, hmm.” She teased, nipping at his skin just a little bit. “I am yours, don’t have to worry so much. Know I’m only ever going to want you, yeah?” That much was true. She hadn’t even looked at anyone else the way she looked at him. He was everything she could ever want or need from a man and it seemed that he felt the same about her. They’d been together for a few years and yet they hadn’t really left that honeymoon phase. “My day was alright... same old stuff. ‘S better now though.” She hummed, clearly her mind was somewhere else. There was just something about Harry being so possessive and needy that made her feel desired... wanted... Honestly, that’s all a woman really needed to get turned on.

“Good.” Harry took her in and could read her face. It was obvious, because he knew her. She was aroused. Horny. Whatever you chose to call it, she was wanting touches and biting her lip, looking at him with a little bit of a lost look. It was then he decided to swim them over to the waterfall area, letting themselves get wet as they moved through it. Thankfully it was empty, a small area behind it went deeper and he felt the mischief light up in his eyes.

“You’re shit at hiding when you’re horny.” He chuckled, pressing her against the wall of the faux cave. “Completely shit. You’ve got the drunk eyes and you keep stroking me.” It was making him smug as hell but he knew she wouldn’t really care. “What’s got you all turned on then?” He ran a hand under the water to grip her waist and tug her closer to him, adjusting their stance. “I’d like to know what’s goin’ on in my girls head.”

“Who said I was trying to hide it?” Y/N said as a matter of factly, looking up at him with those ‘fuck me’ eyes that she knew she was horrible at concealing. Wasn’t that the point though? Wasn’t the point for him to know whenever she needed him? He always took good care of it, she never had to touch herself. He was always there to help. She wished she could just strip them both naked in this pool, wished he would make a mess of her and make her feel breathless for the rest of the party. Y/N wasn’t opposed to doing things in public, they’d done it many times before. It was a different kind of rush. One she couldn’t explain. “Like when you get all protective of me..” Y/N told him, “like when you’re needy for me... makes me want to climb you like a tree.” She couldn’t be any closer to him at this point, that familiar throb appearing between her thighs. “‘s fucking hot.”

“Oh? Didn’t know you were so hard for me when I got possessive over you.” Harry smirked. It probably was because it was rare that he got so openly needy or annoyed at the attention she got because he wanted all of it. “M’glad you think it’s hot.” He found himself at her neck, returning the favor of kissing her neck. “But I can’t leave you all horny n’ not take care of you. What kind of boyfriend would I be?” He cooed.

“A bad one...” Y/N hummed in response, letting out a happy sigh as he kissed at her neck. “but you’re the best...” She told him, leaning into him as his hands began to move.

His fingers wandered south, finding the bit of swimsuit covering her cunt, smirking when he could hear her let out a shaky gasp. The water from the waterfall and the music and commotion from outside the party was loud enough that he wasn’t worried as long as they kept it down a decent amount. “Mm. That’s my girl, s’what I want. Do you want to cum?” He questioned, nipping a bit harshly at the joint of her jaw and neck.

“Yes. I want to cum. Please.” She pleaded in a whiny tone. “So bad, please... can I?” Y/N huffed, gripping a little tighter at his hair and feeling another shaky breath escaping her. She wanted relief. She knew he would give it to her, but how? Her free hand rested against his shoulder, that little bit of height difference making her quiver. There was just something about him looking down at her, all wet and hungry for her. His fingers tucked so perfectly between her folds. Even the slightest shift had her wanting to whimper. They were in public though, she needed to be quieter.

“Course you can, baby. M’not gonna let you suffer like this.” Harry murmured, pressing his fingers against her to rub a bit. Get her warmed up. To be honest, public shit got them both off. It did, and it was hot. He had taken her in the car, fingered her in a taxi (making sure to tip well), in many club or pub restrooms, as well as various other places. It was the rush.

“Gonna let me make you cum in the pool? In front of all these people? Such a naughty little thing.” Harry chuckled under his breath. “Love when you get all dirty for me. Can’t even wait till we get home, jus’ wanna cum all over my fingers.” He rubbed over her clit a bit harder, licking over her jaw.

A squeak of pleasure came from her, her hips jolting forward to get more but he knew just what to do. Slow and steady, perfectly pressured movements against her most clit. It was perfect, but she became ravenous once she had a taste. “Thank you, daddy.” She breathed out, her hips starting to move in sync with his fingers. “Yes!” She squeaked out once again, giggling knowingly when he said he loved when she got all dirty. He had given her the nickname bunny for that reason. Y/N fucked like one. Hard and fast and needy. It was good for the both of them, he liked to tame and she liked to be tamed. “Wanna cum all over your fingers daddy, want to make a mess for you, like a good girl.” Y/N told him, biting down on her lip to hold back a moan. She was looking up at him, keeping eye contact as he moved his fingers and felt his cock begin to harden against her stomach.

“Daddy...” She whined, brushing her front up against him just enough. Y/N felt overwhelmed with need, his fingers felt so good. She looked up at him and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue just enough. He knew what it meant.

“Oh? My dirty lil’slut.” Harry grinned before he leaned over, spitting into her mouth. They didn’t do it every time, but it was an immediate cock tease when she wanted it. He loved her so much, especially because of how damn compatible they were. “Wanting me to spit into your pretty mouth n’ finger your cunt when all these people are around. Getting all wet because m’needy?” He let out a chuckle. “Course. You’re just my dirty girl. I love it so much.” He gripped her chin, opening her mouth again to see her eager tongue before he spit into her mouth again. She clenched and he could feel how hot it got her, pressing one finger in. A harsh whine came from her mouth, eyes closing, which had his attention. “Shhhh. Do you want them all to hear how much of a slut you are for me?” He asked, a bit condescending— he knew it made her wet— waiting for her to respond.

“No, daddy, I’ll be good.” Y/N whimpered quietly, feeling her cunt pulse at Harry’s words and actions. He always got her this riled up, it was never just a little bit. No, they were very much all or nothing but that made things extremely fun. “Please— don’t stop.” She whimpered out thrusting her hips forward. Y/N loved whenever he spat in her mouth. She felt like it was an unspoken dominance thing and it never failed to have her sopping wet. Of course they were in the water, but there was a clear difference between the water and her slick. Harry’s fingers moved so well, she knew she couldn’t have gotten any more soaked than she was. Another moan threatened to escape her but her own hand flew up to cover her mouth, biting down on the skin in an attempt to muffle the noise. She kept eye contact with Harry, feeling her knees growing weaker with every brush against that sweet sweet spot.

“Mmm.. I don’t know.” Harry cooed lowly. “I think you do get off on it. I think it makes you wet to think about everyone knowin’ how dirty you are.” He grinned, feeling her clench around his fingers again. Oh, yes. She absolutely did. They’d been together long enough for him to know exactly what she liked. “C’mon.” He breathed against her mouth as he fucked his fingers into her. “Admit it. Tell me how much you want them to know how dirty you are.” He was taunting her for sure but she seemed to like it, her soft little whine and whimper against his mouth as her hips bucked into his hand. When she hesitated, Harry let out a tut and shook his head, sliding another finger into her. “M’not asking again, baby. Tell me.”

Her hand moved from her mouth to grip at his bicep for stability. Y/N whimpered against his lips, feeling the orgasm building within her stomach. Harry was doing it on purpose, he loved the power he held over her, knew that he had her in the palm of his hands all desperate for relief. Y/N was too scared to speak, she knew she couldn’t keep quiet for much longer especially with how perfectly his fingers were moving inside of her. She looked up at him blankly, letting out a pathetic closed mouth whine.

“Yes, daddy! I do want them to know! I want them to know I’m a dirty slut for you!” She gasped at the feeling of now three fingers inside of her. “Make me feel so good, want everyone to know! Want everyone to know because they can’t have you! You’re mine.” Y/N was damn near tears at this point, bouncing in sync with his movements, begging to cum. “I’m so close daddy, please?”

“That’s my girl.” Harry grinned smugly. Harry loved making her admit those things, loved having her give in to him. A kink, maybe. Whatever that would be. “Cum for me. Let go.” He nipped are her skin, thrusting his fingers harder into her cunt and felt as she finally let go. His hand coming underneath her ass, holding her up as her body trembled and she let out the prettiest whine. There was nothing prettier than watching his girl cum. Nothing. “That’s it baby.” He continued thrusting his fingers in, curling them a bit to make her shudder. Keeping the orgasms going was the best thing ever, feeling her lose it on him.

Y/N felt like she couldn’t see straight, had proper stars in her eyes. Nothing could ever explain the true feeling of bliss that came after a release so sweet. She was panting, out of breath, trembling under his touch. Her eyes slowly closed as she attempted to catch her breath, fully leaning on him for stability. It was silent for a few moments, only the sounds of her heavy breathing, the water falling down, and the sound of the music. Y/N couldn’t have imagined it to have gone any better. She pressed soft kisses to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling herself relax.

“That was so good...” She mumbled against his skin, “so fucking good.” She let out a chuckle and moved her hands up to cup his cheeks, pressing a sweet and loving kiss to his lips.

“Mm. I love you, sweetheart.” Harry murmured, pulling his fingers from her and gently adjusting the bathing suit bottoms so she was covered again. There wouldn’t be much clean up thanks to the water. “Now.. how about we go off and grab some drinks? Yeah? Can sit in my lap while we dry off by the bonfire.” He suggested, brushing a bit of the wet hair from her face away.

God, did he love her. Who knew having a bit of possessiveness would get them this far?

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A/N: This was very fun to write! we did get some requests to write some filthier stuff so consider this the beginning 😅and again, congrats to cass!! - n + d

let us know what you think!

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polar534 · 3 years

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Hockey AU: Parenting Pt. 1

Well after a week of posting I finally finished the first part in the next arc that we'll see of Hockey AU. This one is big. I don't think I'll need to explain much further so instead enjoy. (Just a reminder that not all of the parts for this arc are done so it may be a week or two between updates or longer).

***

Amity was breathing heavily as she collided into the group pile with her teammates. Another game won. Cheers rang out through the stadium, almost deafening the thundering of her heartbeat in her chest.

"FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 9 YEARS, THE OTTERS ARE IN THE SEMI-FINALS!"

Another cheer erupted from inside the pile. They had worked so hard for this. Emotions were high and Amity let the energy buzz through her. This was it! Just 2 more games and they could be in the finals. They could be champs!

Someone collided into her going top speed and soon the entire team had her swept up in a group hug. Lotke was behind her in an instant, hoisting their star player on their towering shoulders as the team skated around their victory lap. From the vantage, Amity had only eyes for one person. Talking with the coach in the players box, their eyes met across the rink and the roar of the crowd and her teammates quieted instantly.

Luz smiled back at her, a huge grin that threatened to split her face in two. Her eyes were sparkling with pride and love.

She slipped away from the small huddle of officials. Her eyes widening, Amity tugged on Lokte's jersey, pointing frantically at Luz and unable to speak over the roar of the stadium. Thankfully, they understood immediately. Gathering the team together, the Otter's skated towards the players box as one. Lokte let Amity slip off of their shoulder and the witch caught her girlfriend just as Luz hit the ice. Within the huddle of their teammates they were in a bubble. No noise, no judgement, just them. Luz flung her arms over Amity's shoulders and kissed her roughly on her cheek, eliciting a giggle out of the both of them. A call rang out for the teams to line up and shake hands and the world tunred into a blur of events and emotions, the high of their victory only wearing off in the locker rooms after.

***

"Don't forget everyone pizza after the game at Mangia's tonight! Oh, and don't forget to let your parents know about Celebration Night."

Amity looked up from taking her skates off. Lokte was waving at a couple of their teammates as they made their way out of the locker room, gear in hand.

"What's Celebration Night?" Luz asked the question that was at the forefront of Amity's mind.

Lokte's eyes widened as they turned towards the only other two people in the little locker alcove they had positioned in to change.

"Oh, it's a big event night for all the teams that made it to the Semi-Finals. There's one for each of the first games, kinda like a way to recognize the team members and their accomplishments. I just wanted to remind everyone so they don't forget to tell their parents or anyone else they want to stand up with them." Lokte explained as they bent down to take off their skates.

"Oh..." Luz said quietly.

Snap

The string of her skate ripped as Amity went to yank it undone. Her hands were shaking.

A pair of footsteps walked by her as she slowly unraveled the broken string. Amity looked up as they seemed to stop in front of her. Mae, the normally timid and shy goalie smiled down at her.

"Hey… Amity. I just wanted to thank you. You've done so much for this team. I think you've pretty much helped every single person be better. You and Luz of course."

Amity glanced back up to where Luz was and saw her straighten with pride. Smiling, Amity turned back to Mae.

"Oh… it's nothing, really. I'm just really glad to be a part of a team. You all mean a lot to the both of us." Amity admitted shyly, unable to meet the goalie's eyes. She picked up her stick and stood up, ready to start packing her bag.

Mae stepped back to allow her some space and her smile grew.

"I'm really looking forward to meeting your parents on Celebration Night. They really must be something to raise someone as incredible as you." Mae said kindly before turning to rush out of the locker room after her friends.

Amity's stick fell to the ground as she stood there frozen. The sound of it clattering echoed in the now nearly empty locker room. The words the goalie spoke bounced around in her head in a haunting echo.

'They really must be something.'

There was a beat of silence before Amity winced with the sharp sound of a fist banging against a locker.

"Luz? Is everything ok?!" She heard Lokte exclaim behind her.

Slowly, Amity leaned down and picked up the stick she had dropped. Her hands found the smooth grooves her gloves had worn into it and her fingers trailed the chipped parts where the puck had bounced off it at just the right angle. She kept herself steady with the familiarity of it, taking a deep breath before turning around to face her girlfriend and teammate.

Luz had her fist pressed firmly into a locker and Lokte was caught between them both, looking worriedly from one girl to the next. As soon as Amity turned around, Luz's fist dropped and her anger melted into worry.

"Amity?"

"I uh… I don't think I'm going to be able to go to pizza with the team tonight Lokte… I'm sorry." Amity spoke after a pause, struggling to keep her voice steady.

"Luz?" She asked quietly, the walls she had been trying to keep up rapidly failing.

Luz immediately darted to the witch's side, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder. The warmth was just enough to steady her.

"Right here." Luz said softly, her head leaning into Amity's. The witch closed her eyes and leaned right back into Luz, the girl being the one thing managing to keep her standing. To keep her together.

"Let's go home…"

***

"Are you sure your up for this?" Luz asked Amity gently as they hung back outside of the cabin.

Amity shot her a weak smile, one that only barely made it to her eyes.

"It's fine. Everyone is looking forward to it. Plus we can't just tell everyone to go home, it's a long walk out of the castle after all."

"Of course you did. Come on, or your mom's going to get worried."

"Not anymore it's not! I convinced Eda to add slides from some of the upper floors." Luz grinned mischievously. "Me and King have had the honor of being their test-runners."

Amity laughed, rolling her eyes she grabbed ahold of Luz's arm and hooked it through her own.

Walking through the doorway they had yet to fix up, Camila turned and relief showed in her eyes. In front of her was the patched portal door, held open by the one and only Edalyn Clawthorne, Co-Empress of the Isles.

"There you two slackers are, will you please help me convince Camila, again, that it's ok to have a little fun for once in her life?!" The wild witch groaned as she hung halfway between worlds.

Camila rolled her eyes.

"That's not what I said and you know it. Girls are you sure everything is alright? You were both awfully quiet after your game, if you need to me to stay-"

"Go." Amity said simply, cutting her off with a warm laugh. "We'll be fine. And we both know Eda won't be if she gets too many rounds deep with Perry and you aren't there to keep the peace."

Luz snickered as Eda's eyes widened. The older witch gasped in insult and the hand holding the door retracted to her chest. The portal closed as she stood there looking wounded. In a blinding flash of light and magic the door disappeared into nothingness.

Left in the dark, unlit, cabin the small family all looked at each other. Luz was the first to laugh, followed by her mother and her girlfriend. Reaching into her shirt she pulled out the key that she kept around her neck and clicked the eye-shaped button twice. In an instant the door was back. Standing solely on it's own, the yellow eye in the center glowing softly. Camila firmly grasped the handle and flung it open only to be greeted with a rush of kids flying through it.

"Friends!" Luz cheered as Willow and Gus tackled both her and Amity in a tight hug.

"We heard about the win tonight, congrats! That's incredible!" Willow beamed at Amity who merely nodded in return, a small smile showing on her face.

Gus pulled Luz aside and stepped away from their friends for a moment.

"We need to start planning signs and banners stat. We are cheer con 4 and this is no longer a drill. We are in the red zone Luz. The red zone." He uttered quietly to the human who grew immediately serious.

"Wow. I never thought we'd reach that stage. What do we do? What can we do?!" She whispered back, completely panicked as she realized they were not prepared in the slightest to bring their A game of support.

"I suggest perhaps taking one of those human spell casters on the wall of rink to aid in our presentation."

Luz straightened immediately, a mischievous and wonderful twinkle in her eye.

The flamethrowers sounded like an excellent idea. She went to say as much to Gus before she felt her hoodie being pulled back. She lost her balance and fell, right into Amity's waiting arms. The witch was looking down at her disapprovingly.

"Not so fast Chaos. We won't need any big banners or flags and we most certainly aren't going to steal any flamethrowers."

"We weren't going to steal them... just...borrow them." Gus grumbled unhappily as he crossed his arms and joined Luz in pouting.

Camila sighed, crossing her arms in front of the doorway.

"I heard the words stealing and flamethrower. Am I going to have stay here tonight to watch you kids?" Camila asked plainly, looking more and more tired by the second.

Before anyone could respond, a pale hand flew through the portal attached at the bone by a string of rope.

"Oh no, you're not getting out of parents night that easily Cam." Eda's voice chuckled as the line pulled tight and Camila was dragged through too suddenly to protest.

The door closed seconds after Luz's mother disappeared and all 4 kids were left in the silence and dark.

Luz clapped her hands together, jolting everyone to attention. A smile spread across her face.

"So... I'm thinking maybe a heist movie tonight. Anyone else?"

***

"What happened at the rink today Luz?"

Luz melted onto the counter as she deflated. There was a part of her body that still tensed in anger but as the night went on, all she found she could do was worry. By the time Willow dragged her into the kitchen to 'restock' Luz had been wound so tightly in concern that her body now physically ached.

Amity was an expert at hiding her emotions, but not from her friends. Not from her girlfriend. The tight grip Amity kept on the pillow she clutched in her arms. The way Luz could feel the witch's body winding up and tensing as each new thought entered her mind, even during times of lull in the movie. Amity was even quieter then normal, unable to find the heart to point out the obvious plot holes in the various cheesy movies they watched.

Luz knew her girlfriend was not normally one to remain silent when she could see right through the twist of the movie.

Luz lifted her head and blinked. The light in the kitchen was bright and warm compared to the dark nest of blankets and pillows the kids had set up. Although dim, it helped Luz relax a little more. In the silence left behind by the question, Willow unwrapped the package for the next round of popcorn before she set the timer. The human knew Willow would wait all night if she had too.

"There's apparently this thing called Celebration Night. It's a way for the team and their family to celebrate their accomplishments before the finals." Luz sighed as she finally explained.

Willow's mouth thinned into a straight line.

It wasn't a question.

"I… I already was pretty tense and I know Amity was too. It came out of nowhere but how were we supposed to know, you know?! Lokte already kinda knows our weird little family situation as it is so they didn't think to mention it."

"They don't know is what you're saying." Willow explained curtly, her mouth twisting into a frown. "Why Amity is living with you."

"Which is fine. That's something only Amity can share and only when she wants to, IF she wants to. But that also means that nobody else on the team knows either."

Willow stared at her friend as Luz propped herself up onto her elbows, her hands clenching into tight fists.

They must really be something to raise someone like you.

Luz felt sick. Odalia and Alador Blight had never done anything for Amity. They weren't the reason she became so incredible. That was the furthest thing from the truth. They were despicable. Awful. Manipulative, selfish…

Abusive.

Luz slammed her fist onto the counter.

"It's just that… ugh!" Luz groaned as her fist hit the counter once again. "Why can't they just leave her alone?! Why do they have to exist, out there… still making her suffer?" The defeat in Luz's voice choked her anger into what was merely a whisper.

"Hey. Here I thought parental angst was supposed to be my thing." Amity's voice drifted softly through the room following Luz's outburst.

Immediately both girls turned to greet Amity, lounging in the door way. Her amber eyes were tired and there was a small smile showing on her face. Luz straightened.

"Amity-" Luz started before her girlfriend gently waved her hand to interrupt her.

"It's ok Luz. I think…"

Taking a deep breath, Amity bit her lip. Her breath rattled in her chest as she went to speak next, her eyes locking onto a specific spot on the ground in front of her.

"I think I want to reach out to them."

***

Pssssst. Like this? Actually gave it one of those read-a-roos? Maybe you have questions like, Polar, my friend, my amigo, my internet stranger, the fuck is a Hockey AU? Well dear reader I don't know either! But here is a Master Post of all things I've figured out so far.

#toh #the owl house #lumity #the owl house au #Hockey AU #toh au #amity blight #luz noceda #camila noceda #toh eda #willow park #gus porter #this arc is going to feature a lot of pain and a lot of healing #but ooooohhh boy its gonna be good #probably not a smart idea to post this on an episode day tho

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leviachaan · 4 years

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would ask for a matchup but i decided to go w/ a headcannon request. how would the brothers or undateables (whichever you’re more experienced at writing ^^) react to MC taking them to ikea? apparently the furniture names are like demon summoning rituals if you try to pronounce them. 👀

//This is honestly so amusing to imagine siajdjks we need to somehow bring them all to IKEA for real

Lucifer 🎲

"MC, stay close to me so you don't get lost. It could be dangerous in this labyrinth" "Lucifer, honey, this is a furniture store" "oh"

You cannot change my mind that this man would be staring at the most gothic yet elegant pieces of furniture ever (I thought of lamps for some reason)

His eyes would be constantly glued on you. You never know what could come out from under those beds, MC.

He would do his best to stifle a laugh from your poor attempt of pronouncing a word.

"Take your time" remarks here and there to piss you off Lucifer you little shit

MC: "These words feel like I'm summoning a demon"

Lucifer: "????? excUSE-"

He ends up buying the gothic lamp. Another addition to his dungeon looking bedroom.

After his fascination for the lamp is over, he would mostly be focused on you and your cute little outbursts of excitement over random things.

"Lucifer, look at all those candles! Don't they look great??" "Of course, my dear"

Your room would be 90% candles the next morning.

And a matching lamp

Mammon💴

For the love of Diavolo

Don't. Leave. Him. Alone.

He will steal buy everything that he finds on his way the second you turn your head away.

The whole building is like a Mammon harem. He needs to buy everything. He needs it, MC.

"How many bucks if I fit this whole table in my pockets" "maMMON NO-"

You bet he would find a way to piss the employees off to the point you two would have to run and hide inside one of the closets.

"Y-you sure must be feeling grateful to be stuck with someone like me inside a closet, human" "Mammon, I swear to everything holy-"

The whole walk would be you having to babysit Mammon and sweet talk him out of buying every object in the bloody building and him criticising stuff.

Mammon: "Who would even buy a bed like that?"

MC: "I like that bed"

Mammon: "I love that bed"

He would end up getting lost and you would have to ask one of the employees to help you search for him.

"Sir, please follow me, your guardian is looking for you"

Leviathan 🐍

It would take l o t s and l o t s of convincing to even bring him out of his room. You had to promise him two nights of TSL binge watching as compensation.

Why go there when we can enjoy the online IKEA simulator?

Would 1000% stick to you like a lost puppy. He's not used to being outside and in such a huge building, please don't leave him alone.

He would shyly hold the hem of your shirt for comfort (would try to hold your hand as well, but if you mentioned it he would be like "ROTF how did my hand get there? LOL!"

At some point he saw you staring at a love seat.

MC, please no

You: >:)

MC, NO

You ended up pulling him down with you on the love seat. Congrats! You broke Leviathan!

He would bury his face inside his shirt like an ostrich, anything to avoid you seeing the ridiculously prominent blush on his face.

He felt pride swelling in him though once people looked at you sitting on the love seat together.

"They are mine. Take that, normies"

Satan📖

He would s p r i n t to every vintage bookcase that caught his eye.

Probably the only one of the brothers to actually look at the furniture.

You would turn away for 0.1 seconds and you would find him sitting on one of the chairs for display already having read 3 of the books meant for props.

"Dear, do you know where an employee is? I want to borrow this book-"

Will definitely try to buy the book

It was an accident, but you got really excited by a small plant and wandered around, leaving Satan behind as a result.

Needless to say, you would find him soon enough as he would be punching through every fake door in his way and yeeting chairs to the Gods thinking that someone kidnapped you.

"DID YOU TAKE THEM???" *insert terrified employee*

You would have to literally tackle him to prevent him from murdering everyone on sight.

You would have to explain his demon form to everyone as part of a Halloween themed party

Even if it's August

Asmodeus👛

If you think this man would do anything else but stare at the mirrors, you are wrong.

"Darling, look how amazing this mirror looks! Oh wait, it's just me~"

If you are interested in actually buying something, he's your demon.

People would actually ask him things, because they would think he works there.

You are in for a 2 hour long presentation for the reasons the pale pink chair fits the shade of your bedroom wall more than the pastel orange one.

He would insist on you two taking pictures in front of absolutely every mirror on display.

He maintains that he did it because he wants to decide which one to get later back at home, but in reality he really wants his phone to be full of pictures of you.

You are the most beautiful thing in his eyes and he wants to stare at you all the time 💖

Beelzebub🍔

Food detected

This hungry boi would locate the cafeteria as soon as you two stepped inside the building.

MC: "We could eat lunch here! But it takes a while to get to the cafeteria and to find it-"

Beel: "Found it "

He's really hungry, but he doesn't want to ruin your date so he will follow you around everywhere you go and patiently wait for you to say it's time to eat.

Poor boi will feel his heart pounding louder than his stomach once you show him a small hamburger plushie with a smile on it and told him it reminds you of him.

MC: "It's cute, just like you!" Beel: 🥺

He bought the plushie and is now officially sleeping with it every night and if anyone dares to touch it, he will eat their hands.

He has to hold back from eating it, but it reminds him of you and he holds it close to his chest every night so he won't have nightmares.

His smile could beat heaven itself once you two sit to eat.

Belphegor 💤

You thought persuading Levi was hard? Take a look at this fool.

You would have to literally b e g this damn cow to get out of his bed and come with you.

You promised him cuddles and naps when you come back so you better stick to your word.

As soon as he locates the beds, you are done.

Not even the three realms together could make this man stand back up.

MC: "Belphie, please, get up"

Belphie: "Make me"

Fun fact: you couldn't make him.

This demon grabbed your hand and pulled you down on the bed with him.

He clang to you like a koala and wouldn't let go no matter what.

You would softly try to remind him that there are people watching.

He would straight up growl at anyone that looked at you or tried to make you two get up.

You were eventually kicked out and Belphie couldn't be happier.

Time to go home and cuddle you.

Diavolo 👑

"So this is how humans spend their time! So intriguing!"

He would act like an excited puppy the whole time. Yes, this man is the prince of hell.

He would be thrilled by e v e r y t h i n g and I mean e v e r y t h i n g.

You two would end up playing hide and seek and he would easily find you every time.

He's a demon, he can smell your scent from 1 kilometer away. That's the only reason he would let you roam around like that without being worried about your well-being.

He can't really hide from you either considering how tall and buff he is.

You would pretend not to see him so you could see that beautiful grin on his face thinking that he hid well. Protect him.

Mentally writes down anything you seem to like so he can buy it for you.

He wants you to feel safe and accepted in the Devildom so he will get you anything he can to make you feel like home 🥺

You wake up the next day with your room fully redecorated and a heartwarming letter from Diavolo thanking you for taking him with you and him hoping you had fun as well with a small smily face at the end.

I'm weak for this man

This took me a while to write, but it was so fun! I hope you enjoyed it! I will try to practise more on writing for Simeon and Solomon and make sure to write about them too next time! Thank you for the request 💖

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 3 years

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Oooh Dad! Haz plzzzz! Reader nd haz dropping the bomb aka news abt them going to be parents to H bros nd Charlotte. Something like "u guys r getting an upgrade" while being damn serious Or "act a lil mature dude." in a playful tone. Hope it's not too much snjsjsjsb

-(h-n-h)

A/n: Yesss I love Dad!Haz and this request!! Thank you for requesting love! I turned it into Holland!Sister because I’ve never wrote it and I thought it would be fun!

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: pregnancy, fluffy fluff, drunk!tom, mentions of vomiting and nausea.

“You ready to do this?”

Harrison looked at you with a smile, his hand held tightly in yours. You bit your lip and nodded, feeling obviously more nervous than your boyfriend at the news you were about to tell your family.

You followed him into the pub, squeezing his hand and rubbing a hand absentmindedly over your stomach. You hadn’t started showing yet but it brought you a comfort to know your little bean was growing. When you and Harrison had found out a week ago as you looked at the positive pregnancy stick, it had been a surprise to say the least but a pleasant one nonetheless.

Loud cheers came from the table in the corner as you and Harrison approached. It was clear that Tom was already drunk being the lightweight he was, he cheered the loudest as Harry and Sam shook their heads. You smiled and greeted your brothers with amusement. Harrison’s sister Charlotte seemed to be the calmest of them all as she hugged you both tight.

The rest of the table joined in on the hugs especially Tom who held onto Harrison for a longer time than usual. He laughed and patted his best friends back before Harry pulled Tom away. He flopped back into his seat and took another drink of his beer.

You and Harrison stood at the end of the table, hands still tightly interlocked. You blushed as the table looked at you expectantly, the nervous butterflies running rampant in your tummy as you looked back at your brothers and Charlotte.

“So guys, me and Y/n have an announcement.” Harrison smiled wide and squeezed your hand. As soon as he finished, the guesses started flying including marriage, elopement and for some reason Tom guessed that he was the one getting married.

“Oi!” Harrison yelled above the noise to get them to shut up and it worked, making everyone turn their attention back to you. “Thank you.” He laughed and smiled before clearing his throat. You could tell the nerves had started to dawn on him but they didn’t sound in his voice as he spoke in his most serious tone. “You guys are getting an upgrade.”

Everyone looked at the both of you with confused expressions before looking at each other to see if anyone else had gotten it. Charlotte looked at you with a smile as it finally dawned on her.

“We’re having a baby!” You exclaimed, surprising yourself and Harrison who gave you a pout at not being able to spill the news himself. Everyone gasped and looked at you with their jaws dropped. For a moment it was deadly silent as the group looked back and forth between you and Harrison. And then all of a sudden louder cheers than before erupted from the table as all four of them jumped up out of their seats and gave you both another congratulatory hug.

The last to give out hugs was Tom who stood up, wobbling slightly and looked at Harrison sternly. “You got my baby sister pregnant?” Harrison gulped and nodded, you knew he had been most scared to tell Tom the news. He was just about to apologise before Tom wrapped his arms tightly around him. Harrison hugged him back in slight surprise and smiled. “Congrats mate.”

“Thanks Tom.”

You did notice Tom not-so-subtly whispering his usual big brother speech to Harrison, the same he had given him when he caught you two kissing the first time. Although his speech was slightly more slurred this time. You laughed and finally sat down next to Charlotte as the boys had their moment.

Tom cupped Harrison’s face in his hands and squished his cheeks which made Harrison laugh loudly. You joined in with the rest of the group as they laughed.

“I think they’re more of a couple than me and Haz sometimes.” You joked and giggled as Harry took a picture of the both of them before they sat down.

Harry and Sam had already started arguing over who the baby would be named after whilst Charlotte spoke to you about how you were feeling. You finally felt excited as the news sunk in and you shared that excitement with your family.

You heard a small sniffle come from the other side of the table and assumed that Harrison was feeling emotional over your baby bean again as he had been all week. You looked up and was surprised to see Tom crying into his hands as Harrison rubbed his back.

“It’s alright mate.”

Tom sniffled again, drunker than usual and looked at Harrison. “I-I’m so happy for you both. I’m gonna be an Uncle!” He tackled Haz in a large hug. Harrison looked at you with a laugh as he continued to rub Tom’s back. You giggled and shook your head, putting a hand back on your stomach as happy butterflies started to flutter again.

A few hours of drinks (soda for you) and laughter passed by as the group talked about everything from when yours and Harrison’s wedding would be to Tom’s latest movie (which he drunkenly spilled the beans on). Harry also said that he hoped the baby got the Holland looks and their cooking skills rather than Harrison’s which you had to agree on, prompting your boyfriend to give you a nudge.

Sam finally decided it was time to go home after Tom had gone around proudly saying he would be an uncle to everyone in the pub who would listen. You watched Harry and Sam help Tom outside, the one who was supposed to be your role model was currently throwing up in the plant pots outside of the pub.

You laughed and leaned into Harrison’s side as you followed them out. A small wave of nausea hit you as you saw Tom throw up but you were able to surpass it. After your goodbyes and another long hug from Tom, you finally made your way to the car.

Harrison kissed your cheek, his hand finding it’s usually space back on your tummy and rubbing gently.

You smiled and sighed happily, stealing a kiss. “I still can’t believe it.” You whispered against his lips, your forehead resting against his.

“Me neither.” He smiled wide and brushed your hair back, nuzzling his nose against yours sweetly. “I already love our baby bean.”

“Me too.”

“And they’re definitely getting some of the Osterfield looks.” He winked as he got into the car and kissed the back of your hand as you joined him.

“In your dreams.” You giggled and joked back, not telling him that you were secretly hoping for a mini Harrison running around the house.

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Chapter XI.ii

You’re sitting in the makeup chair getting the last touches done before the performance. The only one who knows what you have for your stage outfit is Jaemin. Right now he’s burning holes in your head for sticking to the outfit you showed him, you laugh to yourself knowing you’re getting a rise out of him. Your makeup matches your outfit, dark but not too dark. Your lips a peachy pink color contracting everything else you’re going to have on your body.

“Hey cutie!” Julie bounds over to you

“Hiii Jules” you said keeping you head straight forward

“Guess what?!” She nearly explodes with excitement “I told Jun that I know he likes me”

“Oh?” You said half listening “How did he react?”

“He panicked a bit but then he asked me out and now we’re kinda together!” she tells you

“And I’m just finding out now?! Congrats babes!” You hug her after finishing makeup “I need to go change though but really congrats!!”

You stare at your outfit on the hanger nearly vibrating with excitement. You run your hand over the material wondering if Jaemin’s going to keep his threat when he had texted you earlier. You get changed, careful not to mess up your hair or makeup. Luckily your top unzipped most of the way so there was not damage done to hair or makeup. You walk out of the changing room and over to where your shoes sit with the others. Most of the other members are busy getting ready as well everything was going smoothly until you felt a presence walk up behind you as you put your platform boots on.

“I warned you lovey but you didn’t heed my warning at all” Jaemin chuckled lowly in your ear

“Of course not! I have fun teasing you” you giggle

“You’ll regret that later Kitten” he kissed the shell of your ear “I’ll see you on stage lovey”

Your heart was racing that entire time but you wouldn’t let him see that. You continue putting on your shoes which have proven to be more of a challenge than you had realized. As you finally get the first shoe on another person approaches you.

“Y/n?! That’s really your outfit?!”

“Yes Alice” you laugh “I decided to switch it up from wearing my normal style all the time… how do I look?”

“Bitch if you were gay and I wasn’t with Kaia I’d totally try to jump in your bones” she said bluntly

“Thanks Alice” you blushed slightly “um… is Jaemin still staring at me?”

“More like undressing you with his eyes but sure staring is one way to put it.”

“Good. It’s my plan to make him suffer tonight” you giggle innocently

“Damn where has this y/n been?”

“She got a boyfriend. And where has this Alice been? You’re wearing a crop top and a skirt!”

She groaned in response “I promised Kaia I’d wear a dress or skirt for an entire concert at least once during the tour and tonight was that night. She’s even matching me only hers is white instead of red”

“Alice get over here we need to do pictures!” Kaia calls from the other room

“I’ll see ya girly, don’t die by the hands of Jaemin tonight” she winked

The performances went smoothly and after performing Resonance you all lined up to talk to the fans. By some miracle or curse you ended up beside Jaemin in the line. As you went down the line introducing yourselves you kept stealing glances from your boyfriend who looked way better than he should. You remembered the rules that they gave the two of you but you just couldn’t help it. He's just too damn good looking. It became closer and closer to being your turn to speak but your brain didn’t seem to want to cooperate so you, at the last minute, blurted out your name and quickly moved on to small talk through the group on stage.

The current topic was practice room shenanigans, many of the stories happened to be about Alice trying to fight the other members and failing most times.

“Hey! You guys are painting me so badly! I don’t fight everyone”

A roar erupted from the crowd “see Alice even the fans agree” Chenguang said nearly falling over due to how hard she was laughing.

“Once I remember y/n falling asleep on the floor and having to carry her back to the dorm… she didn’t wake up once” Johnny laughed

“Hey you practice with these nuts for 8 hours straight and come back to me when you do! You’ll get how exhausted it is dealing with them” you joke

The conversation slowly moved to photoshoots specifically the most recent one that the eight ‘00 line members did together. Many of the older members had no idea you eight had that charm in you. Juliette didn’t fail to mention that she got to show her tattoos in this one, which she normally had to cover. You watched as she jumped around teasing her brother about how he had to cover most of his but she didn’t. As she began to calm down she asked you a question.

“Hey y/n how did Hyuckie react when you had that two shot with Jaem?” She provoked

“Um he was his normal self. Protective as always” you unintentionally shot a glare into your brother’s head as you spoke

“Really kitten?” Jaemin spoke “he seemed fine when we were doing the photoshoot” he had no idea what he had just said and that it was out loud

“Y-yeah you know how protective of me he is” trying not to draw attention to what just happened

Doyeon ran from her spot across the stage to whisper in Jaemin’s ear what he had just done. All of the members and managers knew you two were dating now but the fans still didn’t know. If you ask Jaemin it’s not his fault, you wore that outfit and it distracted him to no end. All the members tried to show no reaction to what had just happened. But it was obvious that Hyuck was about to burst with anger and you were quite obviously blushing something furious. Taeyong quickly got everyone back in line said goodbye to the fans and concert attendees and rushed you all off the stage.

Once backstage you had a feeling hell was about to break loose. But surprisingly it didn’t. Yes Hyuck was beyond furious at Jaemin now and you just needed to calm down your heart and face. Your outfit was small but somehow you were still extremely hot. You get pulled back to reality when Jaemin approaches you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realize what I said out there…” he said looking at the ground

“Hey it’s okay” You said cupping his face in your hands “I know it was partly my fault my plan was to distract you I didn’t think of the repercussions” you pecked his lips “Now prep ourselves to go talk to The managers” You sigh

He nodded hoping nothing too bad would happen in the process of the aftermath. Walking towards your managers who already didn’t look pleased your anxiety grew with every step. Having noticed this Jaemin reached for your hand to help relax lovingly running. His thumb over your knuckles as you reached your place in front of the managers.

“Care to explain yourselves?” Jaemin’s manager sighs pinching the bridge of his nose

“Sorry” is all you can manage to say not able to raise your head to make eye contact with him.

“Sorry? Sorry?! That’s all you have to say?!” he explodes at you making you jump a mile in the air “you two had one job besides doing what you’re supposed to... don’t expose your relationship. That’s all you had to do! And what did you do?! Call her a fucking petname on stage while wearing a mic!” His anger mostly angled at Jaemin.

“I wasn’t thinking about it. Sorry.” Jaemin wasn’t taking any of the anger that was aimed at him

“Watch how you talk to me boy. I’m in charge of you and I can make your life a living hell if I want to.” he emphasized his words by pushing his finger into Jaemin’s chest.

“Yeah you could. But what’s that gonna do? I’m just gonna push through it and the other managers know damn well where their boundaries are unlike you” he says pushing his finger into the managers chest.

“M-maybe we should just let them be. Pretend that it never happened. We pulled that trick with Taeyong and Doyeon before and it’s worked for the most part...” your manager finally finds her voice “t-that way they aren’t outed to the public and everyone can just chill out” she voices very meekly, the energy that Jaemin’s manager has created in the room making both you and her nervous.

You still stand there silent with you head down. You don’t dare look up at your boyfriend’s manager knowing he was burning holes into your head. Jaemin had let go of your hand when he had gotten more aggressive with his manager. His arm now wrapping around your shoulder trying to pull you out of your trance-like state. You finally take a deep breath ready to add your input to what actions will be taken. You know what would eventually happen but for now everything just needs to calm down.

“I- I like my manager’s idea... just pretend it doesn’t exist. We’ll do vlives with different members and interact less if that makes you feel better.” Your voice is not much louder than what your manager’s was.

“Yeah. Let’s do that. It’ll be best for right now.” he holds you tighter to his side “And you can learn your damn place” he hisses at his manager before guiding you away from him to get ready for the ending stage.

You don’t make it too far before your brother finally approaches you. It’s been a few days since he found you and Jaemin and honestly you’re terrified of what he’ll say to you. Even though you desperately miss talking to him, you also hate him with a passion right now for how he’s been acting. Avoid him. That’s the best option right now. You avoid eye contact with him and try to weave between members to avoid his approach. To your chagrin this plan doesn’t work and you’re face to face with your brother.

“What the fuck was that y/n?!” he bites at you immediately “I get you love him or whatever but what the fuck?! Are you that idiotic as to act like that on a damn stage?!”

“I-“

“You said you wanted to fix things with us but it’s quite obvious you don’t give a fuck about how I feel!”

“I- Hyuck please-“

“I don’t care what you have to say to me just don’t talk to me. You’re great at that.” he scoffs before walking away

Before he goes you grab his wrist he looks back at you with angry eyes “I- I love you Hyuckie” you look him in a eye

“Yeah. Sure.” He jerked his arm from your grasp “fuck off”

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fallenhunter851 · 4 years

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Recorded Messages

I’ve recently completed the Daily Heroic Challenge where you find Cayde’s hidden caches. And all I want to say is: Thank you Bungie for bringing tears to my eyes for the first time since D2 came out.

Enjoy!

Warnings: None

Cayde knew that he would die one day. He just wasn’t sure when or how.

Part of taking on the role of Hunter Vanguard.

No matter what, you ended up dead.

No memory wipes.

No revives.

No more Light.

Cayde wasn’t looking forward to that day.

Would it be painful or gentle? Would it be quick or slow? Would it be among friends and family or among his enemies?

He wasn’t sure, but he wanted to leave a message to those that would find his stashes… to his potential killers.

Cayde stared at the little voice recorder currently sitting on the small table in his living room. Hands curled under his chin, he let out a sigh and let his head hang a little. He knew he needed to do this, but... but this was a lot harder than he thought it would be.

Cayde decided to start with Eris Morn’s message. They were close enough to call each other friends and have each other’s back, both agreeing that a Hunter’s place wasn’t in the Tower, but out in the Wilds. But most of the time, the two didn’t really get along. Bickering on most occasions.

‘Children, the both of you.’ He remembers Ikora telling both of them one day before the fall of the Tower to Ghaul. Cayde let out a breathy chuckle and clicked the button on the side of the voice recorder.

“This one’s for Eris Morn. Ahem. If you’re listening to this, congrats on killing me! I assume you… became a Hive Death God and fed me to your worm cult.” Cayde paused what he was saying to let out a shudder at the mental image his mind created for him, before letting out a small breath and carrying on with the recording.

“That, or you just finally got sick of me. Coincidentally, if you didn’t kill me and still somehow hear this… I’m sorry for stealing your ship. And, oh, pretty much every other interaction we ever had. But to be clear- if you DID kill me, I do NOT apologise, and I will consider all my actions 100% justified.

Either way, feel free to put your rock on my maps now.

I don’t need’em anymore.”

One down. Nine to go.

“This one’s for that armless coward Taniks the Scarred. If you’re listening to this… you killed me. But I bet I took a big chunk out of your ugly husk with me.

Guess Andal Brask wasn’t enough for you, huh? You wanted another Hunter Vanguard for your sick collection? I got my fair share of regrets, sure… but not putting a bullet in you has gotta rank in the top three.

Won’t be long before a better Guardian than me puts you in your place.

Just wish I could be there to see it.” A sour taste was left in Cayde’s mouth at the mention of Taniks, but a more foul and upsetting taste was left after mentioning Andal’s name. He hadn’t talked about Andal in centuries, and the last person he did was living up near the Iron Temple, and he wasn’t coming down anytime soon.

Two down. Eight to go.

The first time Cayde had met The Drifter, it was a cold rainy day near the Annex, and he had just finished a round on the Tower when he had spotted him hiding in the shadows of a back alley. They didn’t talk, just nodded to each other and carried on with their days respectively. And something akin to mutual understanding began.

“This one’s for the fellow calls himself The Drifter. You did warn me running with you would put a target on my back. Guess I’m in good company though, huh? After all, never had any fun without a little risk. That’s the whole idea with the operation you’re putting together, ain’t it? MY idea by the way.

Had it, like, a million years ago, back when you were still handsome.” Cayde let out a small chuckle at that, and took a small sip of the water that he had next to the recorder. An Exo may never get a dry throat, but the feeling and sensation is there.

“So, uh, you’re welcome. You know, getting that up and running means coming out of hiding- giving you-know-who another shot at you. Hope I was around to see THAT showdown. Personally, my money was on the guy with the Golden Gun. But hey, what do I know? I’m dead.”

Three down. Seven to go.

“Petra… if you’re listening… you killed me. Maybe the Sovs, in all their mysterious wisdom, decided they were sick of me? If the Queen ordered the hit, I guess I understand. You’re a real glutton for chivalry. But if it was Uldren, I’m pissed. Just thinking about that peacock gives me a headache. But I’m betting my death was another case of your famous collateral damage. ‘Cause you’re a real do-gooder. Seriously, it’s annoying- but good deeds never go unpunished when you’re around. You just… You got a blast radius P.V. Well, it was… fun while it lasted.

Oh, and, uh, tell ‘Paladin Oran’: If the sun over Nessus escapes nebula cycle, evac labor after dawn, under solstice. You got that P.V.?”

Four down. Six to go.

Cayde grumbled at the thought of this message, but it needed to be recorded. So he took a deep breath, sighed, kept his voice low and even, then let a hardened gaze fall over his face.

“This one’s for the minds behind the Deep Stone Crypt. You think just ‘cause you made me, you can unmake me? Hey, I understand. I were you, I wouldn’t want people knowing what I did either. Guess you better hope I didn’t tell anyone about the Crypt. Or about the, uh, what was it? Oh yeah... Long Slow Whisper. ‘Cause if I did, that would be real bad for you, huh? I may be dead, but I guarantee you ain’t hear the last of me.”

Only five left.

“Here’s one for Suruya Hawthorne. You know, when I told my Ghost I’d be making one of these for you, she laughed. I didn’t have to tell you that. Just wanted to make you feel bad.

In my defense, if you’re listening to this, you did kill me. I mean, if it was a fair fight, mano a mano, I'd win, no question. But I can see you planning out some convoluted, meticulous trap. Some would call that Paranoia. Me? I call it ‘being a Hunter’.

So, here’s your next Hunter lesson: Looking after your own.

Speaking of which: Congratulations! You are now the proud owner of Colonel! Now, she only eats sesame seeds muesli and drinks purified spring water with a sprig of parsley. Play nice you two!” Cayde let out a fond chuckle at that, thinking of how attached he had gotten with the chicken the first time when he had gone to the Farm after leaving Nessus.

Four left.

Thinking of who to address this audio log to, Cayde looked around his apartment, taking in the small treasures that he had collected over the years. He felt himself getting slowly choked up as he neared the end of the logs for his hidden caches.

He had to make these last few more memorable.

“This one’s for any Hunter who kills me. Best guess: Marcus Ren? You realise you get my stuff now? ALL my stuff. INCLUDING the Hunter Vanguard gig. Yeah, congrat-u-lations, dummy. That’s what we call a Vanguard Dare. Sucks, doesn’t it? OK, brace yourself for some advice, hotshot.

One, know your people. Like, my Nessus Scout, Quantis Rhee. I like to call her about once a moon, else she gets a little too much Night, not enough Stalker, you know?” Cayde made a mental note to call Rhee after he had finished these logs. Thank her for everything she has done.

“Two, keep your weapons sharp. Your jobs’ to watch everyone’s back, which means no one’s watching yours but you. And three, start thinking about what you want to do for your successor’s Vanguard Dare. ‘Cause trust me, kid- this gig will kill ya.”

Three left. And Cayde knew that these three would be the absolute hardest messages he would ever have to record for anyone to hear.

“Hahaha! Ha! Sorry, sorry! I’m just… I’m imagining how awkward you must look right now. Ha. Ahem. Ahem! OK. Zavala. So, I’m dead. You killed me. My stuff is yours. No more working me over at Chess. No more getting worked over at poker. For real though, you know that if you needed to kill me for ‘the good of the City’ or whatever, I totally understand.

No hard feelings. Nada.

You can put this voice recording away and go on with your life.

Now, if you DID have some kind of lingering guilt or something… that would be rough. ‘Cause you and I both know you’d have me yapping in your ear for the rest of your days. You wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

Two left, He felt his resolve slipping.

“Hi Ikora. So you know I’m making a bunch of these, right? I probably told you. I always gotta have the last word, and I’m gonna be prepared for every possibility. But to tell the truth? This one’s the easiest to make.” Cayde had to take a pause and breathe out, he knew that this was a lie- but it was the only way to make it easier for himself to record these.

“So as long as we’re being honest, I could never tell if you really liked me that much. But, uh… well, if you did hate me, the feeling was NOT mutual. In fact- yeah, I’ll say it- don’t even mind if you killed me. I figure if we threw down… first off, no one can blame me for losing. And… I know you’d be in the right. So… thanks? I guess? You were a… a good friend. Better than a guy like me could hope for, anyway.

So yeah, thanks Ikora. For everything.”

One left.

Cayde couldn’t do it. Not tonight or any time soon for that matter. He broke down into tears. Sundance materialised next to him and allowed Cayde to pull her tight to his chest in any form of comfort as the night gave way to sunlight.

As Cayde walked over to his usual space, he saw Setara and Echo standing next to Amanda talking about Traveller knows what. Turning his walk into a jog, he sped over to the trio and pulled both Setara and Echo into a tight hug, burying himself between them as he whispered his blessings. Both Guardians were shocked by this and slowly wrapped their arms around their Vanguard, and when they questioned why Cayde was holding onto them like they would disappear when he let go, he simply shook his head and just held them tighter.

“This one’s for the strong, silent type. You. Congratulations, buddy.

I mean that. Always knew you’d outdo me some day. And if that means you had to do me in, too… eh, you saved my life on Nessus, so I owed it to you anyway.

Take care of the Ace of Spades, will ya? I’m not just talking about the maintenance; Banshee can help you with all that. I mean, take care of Ace. Use it well.

Oh, hey, and… if you found any of those papers from my earlier… eh… deployments? Burn ‘em. Don’t want people poking through the lives of Caydes 0 through 5.

So just... put it all behind you, OK?

Every story has an end.

This is mine.”

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years

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Like We Used To: 27

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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:

The amount of famous people in one room was intimidating. Everyone seemed to know Harry. It seemed like they were stopped every five feet as they inched their way deeper into the room of the after party, music bumping loudly as if they were in a nightclub. Harry introduced her to everyone he had spoken to, most of whom didn’t even attend the event, before they found a couch to occupy along with Jeffrey and a few others.

“Let’s dance!” Elizabeth exclaimed, pointing in the direction of the dance floor.

Harry smiled widely at her before taking his hand and leading her to the dance floor. He spun to face her and they danced closely to the beat of the music, still holding her hand. Elizabeth laughed as he pulled her in closer to him, her legs in between his, as he dramatically swayed her from side to side before spinning her around, his chest to her back.

More of his acquaintances had shown up and Harry introduced his girlfriend to them, quickly making friends with her and laughing together as they discussed how weird these events could get if you’re not used to them.

As the conversation died down, a bright red material in Elizabeth’s peripheral caught her attention, causing her to turn, which made Harry turn as well, only to see Kendall Jenner standing behind them. She smiled and shouted Harry’s name, going in for a friendly hug.

When he pulled away, he put an arm around Elizabeth’s waist and said, “You remember Elizabeth, my girlfriend.”

“Yes, hi! We made it official now, did we? Congrats!” Kendall exclaimed, going in for a hug.

Elizabeth reciprocated, relieved that she didn’t feel shunned or belittled by the model.

“You guys look amazing!” Kendall complimented, “Elizabeth, are you in town for a while? Maybe we can all hang out.”

“I’m not, unfortunately. I go back to England tomorrow afternoon.”

“And I head over to New York tomorrow,” Harry pouted, “but next time we’re back in LA, I’ll call you and we can get together.”

“Perfect!” Kendall nodded in agreement, “Well, it was nice seeing you again, Elizabeth. Bye, Harry. I’ll text you later,” she gave one more hug to each of them before bouncing off towards her friends.

Elizabeth looked up at her boyfriend, smiling at the pleasant encounter. He kissed her forehead before bending down and asking into her ear, “You thirsty? Want to go get some drinks?”

“Yeah, I think I saw Jeffrey head over to the refreshment table not too long ago.”

Sure enough, Jeffrey stood, beer in hand, talking with a few people he knew. When Elizabeth and Harry approached, he politely excused himself from the conversation and joined the couple. Harry grabbed Elizabeth a flute of champagne and started talking with Jeffrey.

Tipsy Jeffrey was a sight to behold, as he became even more friendly than normal. He began going on a rant about how happy he was to have Harry as a friend, and how lucky he felt to now be able to call Elizabeth a friend and how great she was.

“If I wasn’t already in a relationship, I would try to steal you! You’re amazing! You’re so fun!” Jeffrey joked, grabbing Elizabeth’s hand.

Elizabeth laughed, giving Jeffrey a friendly hug, “You’re the best, Jeffrey! Should I save you a dance later?”

“You have to save me a dance later!” Jeffrey exclaimed, acting slightly offended that she even had to ask.

“Oi! Just remember she’s mine!” Harry teased.

Elizabeth giggled some more as Jeffrey slung an arm around her shoulders, swaying and serenading her with the song that the DJ was playing, causing Harry to laugh. Harry’s eyes flickered from them, to somewhere behind them, his expression becoming more serious for a split second.

“Camille!” He exclaimed, smiling again as the tall blonde model approached them, leaning in to hug her and give her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Elizabeth’s heart began to pound, annoyed at the interaction. Did they not just have an argument about that exact interaction a week ago?

“Hi, Harry! How are you?” the model asked, sweetly.

“I’m wonderful, thanks. How’ve you been? Great job in the show!”

Elizabeth stood there awkwardly, Jeffrey’s arm still on her shoulder, but he was standing straight this time, watching the interaction between Harry and Camille as he was friendly with her. The two ex-lovers continued to talk, and every second that passed where Harry didn’t introduce or acknowledge her sent her heart spiraling lower into the pit of her stomach.

Why was it that every single person they encountered tonight was immediately greeted with ‘Have you met my girlfriend, Elizabeth?’, except the one person she felt threatened by? And how could he have even let her slip his mind for one second, knowing how uncomfortable she was about his friendship with Camille. It’s not that she didn’t want Harry being friends with his ex-girlfriend; she wasn’t going to control who he could or couldn’t see. But why did he have to be so friendly with her? The way that he talked to her was almost like there wasn’t anyone else in the room. Elizabeth could leave right now and he probably wouldn’t even notice.

“What are your plans now that the show is over? Any events coming up?” Harry asked Camille, smiling at her.

“No, a few friends and I will be heading over to New York on Monday for a girls trip. We’ll actually be going to your show on Saturday,” she informed, grinning.

“Oh, really? No way! I could have gotten you tickets. I’ll actually be heading over there tomorrow, but I’ll be rehearsing and prepping for the show. Maybe we can meet up or something.”

Anne’s phrase ‘Be patient with him’ repeated over and over again in her head, but the words were being drowned out by the heat that started filling Elizabeth’s head, her ears beginning to ring. He had to be kidding. There’s no way he could be this stupid. Not right in front of her.

“We’ll see if we can scrounge up some free time for you,” Jeffrey quipped, making Harry’s attention quickly snap towards him and Elizabeth.

Harry’s eyes seemed to widen, almost as if he was caught. Guilt riddled his face as he gestured towards Elizabeth, “Camille, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth,” he informed her.

There it was. Finally. The petty side of Elizabeth wanted to smack Harry’s hand away from her, hurt by how long it took to acknowledge her in front of his ex, but she didn’t want to be the jealous type. And she definitely didn’t want to show it in front of the model. Kill them with kindness was a phrase her mother taught her growing up.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Elizabeth smiled, holding a hand out to greet her.

Camille smiled nicely, “You, too. You look amazing!”

“Awe, thank you. So do you! I loved the outfits you wore in the show.” There were a few more words of small talk before Elizabeth announced, “Well, I promised Jeffrey a dance, so I’ll let you and Harry catch up.”

She said her goodbyes before dragging Jeffrey off to the dance floor, slightly annoyed with herself that she would even suggest the two continue talking, but proud that she was forcing herself to be more trusting in her relationship with Harry after having been cheated on in her last relationship, and Harry seemed to notice, too, because his eyes twinkled in pleasant surprise by the suggestion.

Elizabeth took Jeffrey's hands and the two laughed, dancing and spinning to the music. She noticed Harry’s occasional glances at the two of them, biting his lip and smirking once as he looked his girlfriend up and down before responding to Camille, just to look back at his girlfriend again. She took pleasure in knowing that she was distracting her boyfriend from his conversation, knowing how her short dress made him feel.

Elizabeth shimmied to the beat of the music with Jeffrey jumping around her, finishing his beer. She looked over to see Harry’s attention on her again and gave him a little wink before turning her back on him. A moment later she felt a hand on her waist and the smell of Harry’s subtly spicy cologne linger as he pressed his chest to her back, whispering in her ear, “Come with me.”

Elizabeth turned to look at her boyfriend, hunger in his eyes. She quickly thanks Jeffrey for the dance and followed Harry as he dragged her, hand in hand, out of the room, towards the hall, and into a large, bathroom lined with rows of stalls, crowded with both men and women.

“This is a women’s bathroom,” Elizabeth whispered, shocked, as they passed a few people that were leaving and a few people that made out, taking mirror selfies.

He didn’t say anything, but she did notice that there was no one who seemed to pay them any mind or care. This must be a common occurrence. Harry continued to walk along the rows of stalls, lightly pushing on doors to see if there were any unoccupied. Somehow, one of the handicapped stalls seemed to be empty and he pulled her in, locking the door behind them.

“What are you doing?” Elizabeth smiled, knowing full on what he was doing as he stepped closer to her.

Music played over the speakers in the bathroom, being drowned out by the amount of people talking and screaming, echoing against the walls.

“I can’t wait any longer. You look so amazing. I just want to see what that black lace looks like under your dress.”

“There are people literally two feet away,” Elizabeth backed up into the wall, getting turned on by his forwardness. The thrill of having sex in a public restroom excited her.

“They don’t care. And they can’t see anything, the walls go down to the floor,” he whispered as he approached her, tugging on her belt, “Come on. You’re so sexy. Just let me fuck you,” his low growl sent chills down her spine as hips kissed her ear lobes and nibbled at her neck.

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Elizabeth responded her approval by lightly pushing him away and making a show of slowly unbuckling her belt. He stood back, watching as she draped the belt onto one of the support beams beside her and slowly started to shimmy her green dress up her thighs and over her head before tossing it to him.

He stood there, clenching the silk cloth in his hands, eyeing her up and down, biting his bottom lip. She smirked as she ran her hands up and down her figure, toying with him as she looked at him through her fluttering eyelashes. She could see his pants start to raise as his member began to harden and she motioned a finger for him to come closer.

He hung her dress onto the hooks on the back of the door before slowly walking towards her, pushing her up against the wall. They both searched each other’s face before he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled it towards his face, kissing her hard on the lips. They breathed heavily as their open mouths clashed with each other, the voices continuing to echo throughout the room. Her heart sped up as she felt his free hand slide down her stomach and towards her lower half, rubbing his hands against her.

She was sopping wet from the excitement. He slipped the bottom of her lingerie to the side, massaging her slit before easily sliding two fingers in. Elizabeth threw her head back, trying not to make any loud noises in fear that someone might hear her, and he bit his bottom lip, wrinkling his nose as he fingers her harder, getting turned on by her reaction.

Elizabeth looked back into his eyes, lips pursed trying not to moan as she reached down to undo his pants, massaging his length. He let his pants fall to his ankles and pressed his cock in between her thighs, letting her wetness drip down on his stiff lubricate him.

“You ready?” he whispered into her mouth.

Elizabeth licked her lips and nodded a yes before he lifted her right leg to gain access to her cunt. Her heels gave her just enough height for him to slightly bend down and guide his cock into her, slowly at first. He pressed her against the wall even more as he thrust upwards into her, one hand still holding her right leg up while the other pulled her hips into him every time he thrust. Elizabeth wrapped her hands around his neck for more support, kissing him more to stifle the moans that wanted to escape her mouth.

Harry then spun her around, guiding his dick into her again letting her lean against a rail for support as he hit her from the back, watching her ass bounce, the thong part of her lacey lingerie shifted to the side for his entrance. The walls of the stall began to slightly shake as his hips collided with her ass harder, panting as he hit her sweet spots. She felt him prop one of his legs up on the toilet seat, allowing this angle to let him go deeper into her, his hands wandering up towards her breasts, using them as leverage to pull her into him before smacking her ass hard, the sound echoing, but no one seemed to pay any mind.

He used this doggy style position to pull her onto his lap as he sat down on the toilet without his cock slipping out of her slippery muff, and she began bouncing on top of him, using his kneecaps for support. The sound of skin slapping could barely be heard over the noise on the other side of the door and she leaned back into his chest, moving her hips in a circular motion, feeling the tip of his cock massaging the inside of her walls.

Harry used this position to wrap one arm around her, rubbing her clit, and the other hand clasp around her neck, pressing her necklace into her skin. Elizabeth began to tense up and Harry must have felt it as he whispered in her ear, “You like that baby? That feel good? You gonna finish on me?” forcing her head to the side and kissing the corner of her mouth. She felt a shudder of pleasure cause her walls to spasm as she released, reaching her hands back behind her head and taking hold of Harry’s hair as he pressed his mouth to the back of her neck as she orgasmed.

“Fuck, I love when I make you cum,” he hushed, pushing her down on his cock harder.

She could tell by the motion of his thrusts that he was close, so she quickly slipped off of him and turned around, bending down, taking hold of his base and running her tongue up the side of him, tasting her pleasure on his cock. Sweet and just slightly bitter. He watched, mouth gaped open as her mouth surrounded him and he pushed her head down more, making her take him further in. Her eyes watered as his tip hit the back of her throat and she bobbed her head, messily giving him a blow job.

His grip on the top of her head tightened and she felt a few of the bobby pins in her hair loosen when his cock began to pulsate, hot cum shooting at the roof of her mouth. Quickly, she began to swallow it down, not wanting to get any on the lingerie piece. Once he was finished she licked the sides of him, making sure to get every last ounce before standing up, legs quivering.

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From the looks of Harry, she knew she probably looked a mess. His hair was disheveled and he had lipstick marks all around his mouth. The back of his neck was red from where she gripped him and sweat lined his forehead and chest. Harry stood pulling his pants back on and buttoning before kissing her hard on the lips.

“I need to pee,” Elizabeth said, pulling her green dress back over her head.

“Alright, I’ll meet you out there,” Harry said, kissing her once more before leaving the stall.

She locked the stall door behind him, did her business, wiped, and wrapped her belt back around her before straightening her dress out and shoving loose strands of hair behind her ear, collecting herself as best as she could before stepping out of the stall, trying to hide her smile.

That was one of the most adrenaline pumping things she’s done in her whole life. She loved how adventurous Harry made her feel, and wondered why she had never felt like this with any previous relationships. It’s not like she’s never had her fair share of public sex before. But Harry made it more exciting.

Elizabeth was nervous about the stares she would get, scared that someone might have heard them, but as she stepped up to the sink, no one seemed to pay her any mind. She looked at herself in the mirror while washing her hands. Her hair was beginning to come undone, and there were small smudges of mascara underneath her lids. Her lipstick had rubbed off, her lips looking pretty raw from all the hard kissing, and the necklace she wore left indents on her neck and red marks and scratches on her chest from Harry choking her. She had very clearly just had sex, but it wasn’t as bad looking as she thought.

She looked around the bathroom for her boyfriend, figuring he must have meant that he would meet her outside of the bathroom before deciding to head out. Sure enough, he stood right by the entrance, leaning up against the wall, waiting for her. He smiled, standing up straight as she confronted him. He forced her arms around his shoulders before wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her and swaying her slightly whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she smiled, and laughed when he pulled away, realizing he still had lipstick smeared on his face. She tried rubbing it off, but parts of it wouldn’t budge. She clasped her hands together, resting them on his chest as he continued to hold her around the waist, staring down at her face. She slowly became more solemn as she looked back up into his eyes, contemplating before finally whispering, “I don’t want you hanging out with Camille in New York next week if I’m not there.”

Harry stopped swaying her, searching her face for more meaning. She could tell he was reading her like a book. She could tell that he knew it wasn’t coming from a jealous or untrustworthy place, but that it was coming from a place of self respect. He shouldn’t be hanging out with an ex girlfriend alone, especially with an ex that was as serious as she was, after just going public with his new relationship. It didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends, but he needed to create some boundaries within his friendship. And Elizabeth trusted him to do that and not embarrass her.

He nodded and kissed her forehead, “Okay, love. I won’t.”

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 5 years

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The Flour Follies (one shot)

Characters: Loki x Reader

Genre: Pure, unadulterated fluff

Rating: PG-13, some kissing and a bit of innuendo

Summary: When you are left behind from the latest Avengers mission, you turn to cooking to ease your anxieties, but the God of Mischief can’t help but get in the way.

A/N: This is for @babylevines 4k writing challenge! Congrats on so many followers! My prompt was: “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food… and I could technically poison you.”

“Ow! God that hurt!”

It was oddly quiet in the Compound, despite your cursing. The majority of the team had left on a mission, leaving you and Loki behind. Untested and untrusted, both of you. You weren’t ‘ready’ for it yet, and Loki hadn’t fully proven himself to be trustworthy in perilous situations. He probably never would, even though he had been living here for almost a year without incident. Well, serious incident.

One can’t fault the God of Mischief for pulling a few harmless pranks - although his definition of harmless and that of everyone else may differ slightly. The time that he switched out the dummy training weapons for real ones hadn’t caused any harm, but that was only because Nat had seen the glint of sharpened steel just before she embedded it in Sam’s side.

You absolutely hated it when they left you behind. You’d only been part of the team for a few months, but you were still itching to go out and help your coworkers - and let’s be honest, friends - take on the big bad guys. Staying behind just made you anxious. It wasn’t productive to just sit around and wait for them to return, turning over more and more gruesome scenarios in your mind for the myriad of ways that they could get injured.

One thing that always worked to keep your mind and body busy was cooking. It was hard to consider gruesome ends to the lives of your friends when you had to keep the exact steps or measurements of a recipe at the forefront of your thoughts. Plus, everybody liked to come home from a long day of work to delicious food waiting for them, and it was a small thrill to have actual Superheroes compliment your cooking. So, while they sped away to fight crime or save the world or something else equally heroic, you toiled in the kitchen, intent on vanquishing their hunger as effectively as they did their enemies.

Well, judging by your cursing, it was a little less effective.

You pulled your fingertip into your mouth, giving the slow cooker a glare for having the gall to burn you. With your free hand, you, carefully, layered in the roast you had purchased, along with plenty of potatoes and carrots around and on top of it.

“You summoned me?” A velvety voice that you knew all too well called from behind you.

Pulling your finger from your mouth, you rolled your eyes and poured the broth that had been waiting beside the slow cooker inside of it. “You are not the only god, Loki.”

“But I’m the only one that matters.” You could practically hear the arrogant smirk that accompanied the words.

“What are you doing?” he asked, silently coming up beside you, peering at your work. He wouldn’t see much, as you’d already put on the lid and that had fogged up considerably, but he could still pretend that he was looking at something.

“Making food, smart one,” you explained bluntly, rolling your eyes.

Suddenly two arms clasped the counter on either side of you, boxing you in. You turned around and crossed your arms over your chest, an impressive feat considering how close he was to you.

“You know better than to insult me, mortal,” he rumbled, voice deep as he glared down at you.

“Oh shove off, Loki. I gotta make cookies.” You uncrossed your arms to push on his chest lightly, knowing that putting any force behind the gesture was useless. Super strength was not one of your abilities, so the only way to get him to back off was of his own volition.

He did his best to look menacing, but the predatory gleam in his eyes was lessened by the uptick of the corners of his lips. “We are all alone on this floor. I could do whatever I wished with you and no one would be any wiser. Your powers are no match for mine.”

“Whatever you wished with me?” You winked, shimmying your shoulders in an overdramatic seductive manner.

With the quirk of your brow, you accepted his unspoken challenge and ducked underneath his arms faster than he could move them to compensate. You darted to the fridge before turning to stick your tongue at him. He was fast, but you were faster. “You were saying?”

He stalked toward you, head tilted forward and emerald eyes watching you from beneath sooty lashes, but you slipped behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry. Were you being threatening? I’ll stand still.”

Loki’s hand reached out to snag your wrist as he whipped around, firm enough to hold you to the spot but not enough to bruise. “You are playing with fire, Y/N.”

You just smiled innocently up at him. In all the time you’ve spent here and interacted with Loki, he had made countless threats against you. It wasn’t a new vocation for him. But he had never acted upon any of them, and you firmly believed that he never would. No matter how much you pushed his buttons. And, oh, his buttons were fun to push.

“Oh, I thought I was playing with a god. My mistake.” Not your best line, but it earned you the tightening of the skin around his eyes nonetheless.

“Do not disrespect me. You will regret it,” he threatened, towering over you, his nose inches away from yours as he tried to use your significant height difference to his advantage.

You didn’t cower, instead choosing to puff out your chest and return his sinister expression. “You can’t be mean, because I cook the food… and I could technically poison you.”

He tilted his head to the side, an arrogant smirk spreading across his pale, elegant features as he released you. “Your Midgardian poisons would do nothing to me.”

You went to the fridge and pulled out butter and eggs, setting them carefully on the nearest counter. You felt his eyes on you as you went to grab the flour from the pantry, and with your back to him, you quickly dipped your hand into the bag to grab a small handful of the fine powder. “Wanna find out?”

He hissed your name in warning and you just knew that he was coming up behind you. So predictable. When his long fingers clasped over your hip and flipped you around to face him, you didn’t resist the movement and used the momentum to take your handful of flour and slap it onto the smooth, soft material of his black button-down shirt.

His face contorted in shock, his jaw dropping and eyes wide. You burst out into laughter. It was too rich to see the pretentious god covered in flour, his typical black wardrobe highlighting the mess too perfectly.

“Oops!”

An impish smile tugged on his lips, and his eyes flicked behind you. Before you could consider the possible reasons for the mischief glinting in his gaze, the entire bag of flour was dumped onto your head, thanks to his magic. You sputtered in his satisfied face. After a stunned moment, the absurdity of the two of you standing there covered in flour bubbled up from within you and you gave in to it, laughing boisterously. Head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes closed, and absolutely covered in flour you were sure that you looked like some wild thing, but you didn’t care.

“Serves you right, wicked woman,” he teased, circling his arms around your waist, pulling you firmly against his chest.

You ruffled your hands through your hair, sending flour flying over the both of you. Flour dusted both of you more thoroughly for your efforts. It clung to his sharp jawline and lightened his dark eyebrows and hair. The effect was almost ghostly when partnered with the lightness of his skin. But the warmth in his eyes still sent your heart skittering as he gazed down at you as your laughter died down. That look, of pure happiness and adoration, was for you alone.

It was difficult to manage when he was so adorably disheveled - he’d have a fit if he knew you thought that about him - but you looked up to him with a false look of frustration on your face. You knew he didn’t buy it, you couldn’t stop the smile that parted your white-powdered lips as you rested your hands on his chest, but it was still fun to pretend. “Now how am I supposed to make cookies?”

He dipped his head to capture your lips in his, tasting of flour and coffee, his soft lips working against yours with practiced motions that you had perfected over the last few weeks. His fingers rubbed against your back pleasantly, making sure to send warm tingles through you and steal your breath away.

Having enthusiastically silenced you, he pulled away and smiled at your dazed expression as his nose nudged yours. “Forget about the cookies, pet.”

His insistence reminded you of your own mission, and you actually pouted. Somehow still able to focus on your task despite the handsome man gazing down at you, you thumped your hands against his chest lightly. Small white puffs of flour scattered into the air with each light hit. “But I promised Sam I’d make him my famous chocolate chip cookies. They’re irresistible.”

His hands tugged on your hips until they met his, and he brushed his lips along the soft skin of your neck. “I can think of another thing that’s irresistible.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you murmured, pushing against his chest lightly. “But I really need to get these made, so if you could unhand me…”

He relented with a heavy sigh, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Love.”

“Order more flour for delivery, and then we’ll talk,” you haggled, running your floured hands through his black hair, making an absolute mess of it.

A pleased hum vibrated out from his chest, and he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead, pulling away with a frown from the bitter taste of the raw flour on your skin. “You bargain with me?”

“Yup,” you replied, your lips popping the last syllable loudly between the two of you. You slipped out of his hold to gather the rest of the ingredients that you could find, leaving a cloud of flour in your wake.

When you finally stopped moving about, stationed in front of the stand mixer with the ingredients laid out before you, you turned your head to watch Loki over your shoulder with a quirked brow and a small smile on your lips.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., order more flour for the accursed cookies,” he commanded, staring at you as if you were a glass of water and he was stranded in the desert.

Your laughter echoed throughout the empty room as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you away from the disaster of a kitchen.

“I believe that a shower is in order. Wouldn’t want to have errant flour falling into the recipe and ruin the whole batch of irresistible cookies.”

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retvenkos · 3 years

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Okay so I’m personally offended with myself for not having found you earlier? Like, YOURE AMAZING! Your writing is super awesome and I’m glad I finally did find you. Anyways, I was hoping I could request a 🔥 ship/HCs? For BBC Merlin, PJO/HOO, and ATLA (or LOK, whichever you’d prefer or is easier for you). I am bisexual so I’m down to be shipped with whatever gender (although I am kinda leaning towards men rn). I’m a Ravenclaw and my Myers-Brigg personality type is INFP-T. I’m kind of a nerd and I love learning new things. I tried to learn Latin at one point but it was while I was in school and I didn’t finish before the school year was up. I love reading, writing, singing, listening to music, watching movies and watching musicals. I also really love physical affection (both giving and receiving). I love any and all animals SO MUCH. I can be kinda silly sometimes but I know when to get serious. I love having fun with my friends but I also just love the days that I can just sit with them and relax. I’m pretty protective of the people I’m close to. I’m also kind of stubborn. I have a small obsession with dragons and kind of just mythical beings in general. I feel happy when I make others happy. I like helping people when I can. My main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. If I were a bender in the ATLA/LOK universe, I would be an earth bender. I’m also a sucker for soulmate AUs, which you might have noticed when I was reblogging your stuff earlier. I think that’s all?? If you need anything else, just let me know! And thank you so much!!

PS: CONGRATS ON 2.5k

thank you for your kind words about my blog! i’m glad you like it here, lol. and, as always, disclaimer that it’s been a while since i’ve read pjo and so the headcanons might not be the best. bear with me.

Merlin:

I ship you with Gwen!

alright, i was debating between gwen and sir leon, but i 100% believe gwen is the perfect match-up for you - both of you are sweet and kind yet clever with the potential to be teasing, annoying idiots.

the two of you would get along famously, and you would be the sweetest, most supportive couple - literally everyone wants what you have, and i can’t blame them.

both of you are caring and love your friends dearly, you are the ultimate mom friends. you love to make everyone happy, and so both of you are always looking out for the other.

furthermore, gwen would love to hear all about interests - she loves to hear you talk about your reading and writing, and she loves how you learn with such a fervor. learning something new is a great way to increase the quality of your life, and gwen loves to hear about what you’ve discovered - so much of her day is spent in routine, being a servant and all, so when you can tell her something good - something other than castle gossip, she loves it.

also, i have this headcanon that gwen can sing really well, so you know she loves music. she’ll sing in the early mornings, when the two of you are getting up before the sun itself, and it never fails to make you smile.

i think that both you and gwen have great versatility to your personality - you both can get very excited and giddy but then come back down to earth and be stable and strong. this is good because both of you can support the other in whatever situation you may be up against.

furthermore, you are both witty and teasing. the two of you have a lot of ongoing banter that makes your otherwise monotonous days exciting and fun. you’re upbeat personalities bring joy to your lives, and that’s important.

also, the two of you would be very affectionate toward each other - gwen has no qualms with hugging you or holding your hand, so she is able to accept your affection and return it in a similar manner. and gwen is very good at giving sincere compliments! whenever she praises you, you can’t help but think it’s true.

also, modern! au gwen is an avid movie watcher, so the two of you have marathons together. gwen always brings the popcorn.

PJO/HOO:

I ship you with Travis Stoll!

okay, you cannot tell me that this pairing isn’t chaotic as hell.

you are the smarts to travis’ mischievousness, and the two of you bring a lot of fun to camp half-blood. you help travis and connor with their pranks, but you are also there to make sure that no one gets hurt, because a good prank is one that makes people laugh, but has minimal casualties. (ngl, chb is kind of glad that you and travis got together because the pranks are a lot safer now.)

i definitely think that travis would be the one to bring you out of your comfort zone, but he does it so earnestly, with only the best of intentions, so it’s hard to say no. the two of you go on adventures together and you have a lot of laughs.

the good thing is that you also bring a lot of calm and stability to the relationship - you are one of like two (2) people who can get travis to just,,, chill with you. he likes to play videogames with you, so you hang out a lot in the hermes cabin, legs tangled together as you chill out.

at your core, i think both of you are very determined people, and that’s what initially drew the two of you close together. you both have a fire in your hearts, and while that comes out in different ways, you’re both very ambitious and goal oriented people.

and you know that travis has the greatest taste in music - you are going to be introduced to some very interesting and cool songs. maybe he’ll nick a cd or two for both of you to listen to. and what’s cool about his music taste is that it’s adventurous and all over - he loves everything and so do you.

you both explore and learn about the world in different ways, and you are both incredibly knowledgeable in opposite ways, so when you put your heads together, the genius that comes forth is insane.

i imagine that the two of you hang out in the strawberry fields a lot. you listen to music or talk while walking through the fields, and then travis ends up stealing some of your strawberries and you end up chasing after him (damn his tall legs)

LOK:

I ship you with Mako!

this is the complete opposite of your previous ships, but stick with me for a minute

you are perfect for mako because you can be serious and stable, but at the same time, you can bring out his silly side. mako needs someone who can get down to the core of his being and pull out that happy, childish side of himself that he hasn’t found in a long time. he’s had to grow up fast, and he needs someone who is serious and sincere, but is also lighthearted and oh-so caring.

the two of you are so protective and caring about the ones you love - you’re like the parents of the group who are trying to wrangle your unruly children, and it’s a dynamic i am here for.

and when you encourage some of korra or asami’s wild plans, mako sighs, like “disappointed by not surprised.” but then you bring him to the side with a plan on how to make their optimistic plans more secure, and he’s like,,,, alright.

also, the banter the two of you would have is legendary. mako is known as the #done, sarcastic one, and he was not expecting you to come out with amazing wit, but here you are. the two of you have the best side commentary, and it’s almost a competition now. you’ve yet to get mako to laugh at your well-timed jokes (some of which are terribly corny), but he does crack a wry smile almost every time, so you know it’s only a matter of time.

also, convince me otherwise, but mako is a reader. he likes a lot of historical fiction, but also stories based off of legends, and the two of you will often spend your weekends inside, reading on the couch. he’ll make you lunch and then the two of you will talk about what you’ve read, sitting cross legged with your knees touching. mako is usually a little vague with the details on what he is reading, but what often happens is that he’ll have recommended the book you’re reading, so he’ll listen to you ramble about your favorite parts with a lovestruck smile on his face.

you definitely introduce mako to more music - he’s never been super into music, it was always more bolin’s thing, but he’ll listen with you. he has a few favorites, and you have to coax him into telling you what they are, but he’ll tell you anyway because he’s very much in love.

also! the two of you go to see bolin’s movers, and you whisper to each other throughout the show, making jokes and funny comments, and ngl, bolin gets a little concerned. mako should never enjoy himself so thoroughly, that only ever leads to disaster.

anyway, you would be great for mako because when you two hang out, you bring mako out of his shell, and he is always there to support and protect you, should anything go awry.

i get big vibes of “the serious one is soft for the fluffy one” except both of you are the serious one and the fluffy one, depending on the moment, and you wildly fluctuate between the two.

#2.5k celebration!#celebration #lxncelotships #i hope you like them!

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Shut Up And Kiss Me [7/?] | Tom Hiddleston x reader

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Style: part 7 of ?

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: cursing, Tom being a gentleman,

Summary: You and Professor Hiddleston have been colleagues for many years now, and through those years the hatred for each other has only grown. Now, as a new school year starts, you’re being told that you have to share a classroom or a class. Neither are happy about the outcome, but knowing you’ll never come to an agreement, you let the class choose for you. Team-teaching is rare in 2019, but it is a lot harder to do when you can’t stand the person you’re doing it with.

A/N: oof, this part took a long time for me, but I really like it and I hope you do to ^_^ also, thanks to @adefectivedetective for helping me with the idea of a play, it helped tremendously and I had so much fun writing it <3<3 enjoy!

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It’s deathly annoying to relay the message to your best friend, and Benedict, and to the other few people (that’s a lie; there are no other people) you’d told about your payback on Hiddleston. Reality is; he’s just too kind. Yeah, you can be a bitch, but there’s a limit to how big of a bitch.

Still, it sucks to not do a carefully planned out prank which would peg him down a notch and also (was supposed to) make him lose a little bit of the reputation he carries around that does him no good―honestly you’re getting sick of it.

But you can’t do anything now.

Hiddleston is just too nice. He offered to drive you home more than once last week after he did so two weeks ago. He offered to help you with your research―how he would be of help neither you nor he knows, but he offered and they say it’s the thought that counts. And worst of all, when you’d complained about Chris’s last day being Thursday, he had offered to take the whole Creative Writing class, giving you the chance to spend more time with the one week fling you’d had.

There is just too much nice emanating from the person that is Hiddleston, and it’s getting on your nerves because you can’t be mean anymore. Now, mean makes you sound like even more of a bitch than you can be at times, and the times when you’re actually being a bitch, you sound even worse. That is a problem.

Maybe that’s a new reason for hating Hiddleston; he is so nice you can’t hate him that he makes you look like a horrible person―which is very wrong (though not always)―and he doesn’t even look guilty about it.

The audacity.

He even has the audacity to look kind of… handsome?... where he sits across from you in the café. This had been your idea, as a thank you for letting you cut class and go on that date. You’d asked Friday night, before you left to enjoy your weekend.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you again,” you said. “You hadn’t had to do that.”

He waved it off and gave you a smile. “No, it’s okay. I hope it was worth it, though? Did you get to say a proper goodbye?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it was really nice. But, as a repaying, what do you say we grade these stories together? Over coffee? Sunday, maybe?”

To be honest, you hadn’t expected him to say yes. And you’d both established there is nothing more to it than wanting to grade the first stories together, and a way for you to give back what you feel you owe.

But it annoys you that the thought drunk you had so many weeks ago has to linger at the back of your mind. Now of all times. It’s not like you haven’t thought so before―you can’t deny facts.

Hiddleston is handsome, always has been and probably always will be. But that doesn’t mean he has to dress up for work and coffee with you. After all, he isn’t supposed to like you very much, yet there he sits;

His ginger hair is slicked back, curling up under his ear and in his neck. Every now and then he adjusts his glasses, either by lifting them entirely or by using his middle finger to push them back―considering how much he does the latter, you’re almost certain he’s sending you a message, one you would expect, but because everything else seems wrong, the message seems like something else. The blue eyes he hides behind the frames flicker over the words on his screen with an intensity you haven’t seen before. He keeps looking at it, scrutinizing the story and continuously making notes―the sound of his keyboard is slowly getting on your nerves.

But, to be fair, it’s his clothes that triggers the handsome thought most. He wears the same sweater as always, dark blue that clings to his arms but falls a little everywhere else. The pants he wears are the same as always. The first time you saw the look, when you first met him, it was fancy and sophisticated, but now it feels old.

Yet, at this very moment, it suits him in such a way it’s almost… You don’t have a word for it, but the way it has you swallow a lump in your throat and try to refocus your attention on the words on your screen doesn’t sit well.

Benedict may have been right in assuming you’ve never really hated him, but that does not mean you like-like him. He’s handsome, you were attracted from the first moment you laid eyes on him, and that’s it. There’s nothing else to it.

Drunk you probably admitted to him being handsome. Drunk you tried to say you like him, have a crush. Drunk you is known for being wrong. Plus, mixed with sleep deprived you, they are both known for making rash decisions.

You shake your head. There is no need for this mindset, no need to contemplate Hiddleston, or his looks. All you have to do is read this story, comment on it and grade it. And then do that with the next one, and the next, and hope that you’re not too caught up in thoughts to not properly do your job.

No.

You can do it. You can read the sentence.

You can’t read the sentence. Nope, it’s all blurry. Fuck. “Uhh, I’m just gonna go… you know,” you say softly and gesture in the direction of the restrooms.

Hiddleston looks up at you and nod, no real expression on his face. And is fast to turn back to the task at hand―if you’re correct he’s probably already read and graded a third of his stories. You’re still stuck on the first one.

But you shake that thought off as well, get up and find the restroom.

You close the door behind you and take a deep breath. There should be no reason for this, no reason for everything to bubble to the surface because something changed in the last month that distorts the ideal you got from him from the last three and a half years.

The Christmas Party is a long time since. He’s probably forgotten, even if you haven’t. After all, it’s within you the guilt lies. Oh, I wish I could hate him.

You shake your head and move to the sinks. Despite wearing some make-up, you turn on the sink and splash your face with cold water. It runs down your skin in a tickling manner, but it’s better than the heat that had made its way there. If you blush in his presence, so much as show any sign of weakness, blood will be spilled, and it will be yours.

A deep sigh and a dry of your face makes for five minutes later. Where all you do is stare at the face in the mirror and ask what’s going on. But you know what’s going on; you’re becoming friends, or at least colleagues that can work together.

So you nod, walk back out and sit down across from him with a newfound sense of courage and confidence. It makes it easier to concentrate on the work ahead, easier to concentrate on the story in front of you.

God, I hope this isn’t going to be a regular occurence.

---

Being told there’s a Monday morning meeting is not the news you need when you step into the teacher’s lounge to steal a cup of coffee. Literally anything but the news of a morning meeting would be fine―especially when the person relaying the news is Hiddleston with somewhat of a smirk playing on his face that grows bigger when you groan loudly. He may be nice, but he still has some spark left.

You walk together into the meeting room, where every professor have crammed themselves inside. There are no free chairs and the two of you lean against the wall in the back, hoping it’ll be over before it even starts.

“You know what this is about?” you ask Hiddleston.

He shakes his head. “Not a clue. Maybe there’s some change in something?”

You cock a brow. “Change in what? Pay? Could use a raise now that I think about it.”

The comment gets a chuckle as a response, which has you smile triumphantly. Hiddleston doesn’t say more before Dean McHallan stands at the front with a nervous smile and a note card in his hands.

“Hello everyone, so lovely that you could all take the time out of your morning to cram in here. I know it’s a bit crowded, but I hope you can bear with me,” he says with a small smile. The chatter dies down and every professor looks at the dean. “Now, what I have to say will probably surprise a few of you, but also make some happy. We have been asked to do a play in front of the students.” A groan erupts amongst the faculty, quickly hushed by McHallan. “Not long, it will only last for about a month with only one show, but with a message we want to give. Now, the play was written by our lovely drama teacher,” ―he gestures to a woman who stands at the side with a big smile― “and we have already figured out who should play the parts, seeing as there might be a rather few number of you who actually would volunteer to participate.”

McHallan sends a new smile out in the room. “Now, let’s see here.” He pulls the paper closer to him. “The male lead has been handed to Tom Hiddleston.”

There’s a little cheer, but mostly uninterested clapping. With the exception of the drama teacher who looks Hiddleston’s way with a big smile and a flirtatious flutter of her lashes. Hiddleston himself gives a smile and nods, accepting the role just like that―probably not too weird seeing as the man always wanted to make it as an actor.

You whisper a congrats to your coworker, who gives you a tight lipped smile in return.

The dean coughs to get the attention back to him. “Now, for the female lead.” He takes a break, gaze travelling over the women in the room. “Y/N Y/L/N!”

You blink. Frown. Stare at McHallan, who shoots you a smile from where he stands at the other end of the room. Hiddleston mumbles congrats and laughs at your expression. Most shrug, not really caring, but a kind of shriek erupts and everyone turns to see the drama professor glaring your way.

“Excuse me,” she says, “how can she get the female lead in a play I wrote?” She gestures to herself. “Drama teacher,” then to you, “history teacher. Do you not have eyes?”

“I agree with that, she can get the role if she wants to,” you say nodding.

Of course, McHallan shakes his head and in your peripheral vision you see Hiddleston shake his, too. “We picked names from a hat, everyone has been assigned something so don’t go crazy from one role, okay?”

That discussion went over fast. You sigh and roll your eyes at Hiddleston’s smug expression, and then listen as McHallan lists the other characters and who were assigned them (Benedict got a tree, though he looks happy about it).

---

The students file into the classroom as you read through the script. You read through it last night, or some of it, but you need to know if you read correctly at that last part. Because if you did―well, it won’t go well. For anyone.

“Awfully dedicated for someone who doesn’t want the role,” comments Hiddleston.

You look up at him to see him put down his bag and shrug. “Did you know that the interaction in this between the two leads is the opposite of ours?”

He nods. “I read through it last night. Not sure how you’ll pull it off.”

“‘Not sure how you’ll pull it off’,” you mimic, “excuse me, but they kiss! They kiss.”

“What are you worrying about? It’s just a kiss.” Hiddleston smirks and you swallow the feeling that shoots up at the thought of kissing him. You’re not sure whether you want to throw up or just need to eat something, but the twisting in your gut is not one of pleasure.

Shaking off the thought, you put down the script and look up at the students in front of you. The chatter flows through the room, some seeming to be about what you just put down. Hiddleston coughs for attention and it quiets down, but their interest is piqued and a few hands shoot into the air. You nod for one of the boys on the first row to speak.

“Is that paper you were holding the reason you weren’t here on Thursday? Are you going to leave for an acting job?”

You shake your head. “No, the paper and my absence on Thursday do not correlate. And no, I am not leaving for an acting job, because that script is for a play we professors are putting on for you guys.”

If it’s possible for multiple people to share a frown, that is what the thirty students do. “Why? And who are you playing?” a voice asks from the back row.

“We were lucky enough to get the leads,” says Hiddleston and you roll your eyes.

“Correction. He was lucky, I was unlucky because I do not want it.”

Another ‘why?’ pops up.

“First, I am no actor. Second, I’ll be playing opposite this dude and the two leads are love interests. I am not… I just don’t think I'm good enough of an actor.” You shake your head and press your lips together.

“Can you show us some?” asks a voice in the middle. You can’t detect who said it, but you would love to let them know never to ask that, but before you can answer no, Hiddleston nods, says loudly ‘yes, sure’ and pulls out his script.

You glare at him and try to put on a mask for the students. Some laugh seeing your resignation as you pick up the script again. “What do you want to see?” you ask, not wanting to choose anything.

A chant of kiss scene erupts and your mind goes blank. That’s where we are, wow great.

Hiddleston smirks, the same one as before. “Afraid of playing out some of it? Maybe they’ll boost your confidence enough to go through with this?”

You sigh. “I wish I got the same role as Benedict. I would die just to play a tree.”

But that doesn’t help now and you find the―thankfully―only kiss scene in the script. It’s near the end with a long dialogue before it happens. Already now, your gut churns at the thought, nerves creeping up your arms and back, filling you with dread. This will never turn out good, especially not when you’re acutely aware of your students stares―at least they’re more attentive than usual.

“For context sake,” says Hiddleston, “before this a lot of things have happened that have caused the two characters to be rather wary of each other.”

You nod, sigh and look down in the script. You don’t know the words by a long shot, but you know Hiddleston starts at least. And then he does.

“I’m sorry.” You look up at Hiddleston and see the regretful look he sends you. “I didn’t mean to… it sort of happened.”

A deep breath. “How does that matter? That’s not an excuse, nor an apology.”

Hiddleston takes a few steps closer to you. Your heart pounds in your head reading over the words he’s about to say. “No, it’s not. But it’s the best I have.” You look up and lock eyes with him, lock eyes with deep blue, so full of regret, eyes. “I love you.”

Your throat feels dry but you look back down in the script. “Not enough,” you say and despite the fact that you should look up and in his eyes, yours stay trained on the script.

“How much is enough? What else do I have to do to prove my love?” Hiddleston tilts your chin up with a finger―god he’s a good actor―and you see the sadness that coats his face. “I would kill for you, love. I would―”

“It doesn't matter what you would.” You look back down in the script, losing Hiddleston’s gentle touch. “It matters what you did.” You take a step back, creating bigger distance between the two of you.

Hiddleston meets your look and then glances down in the script. “Tell me what I can do. There has to be something.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. You ignore your gut wrenching, the sweat coating your back and the obvious tension that lies like a blanket over the room. In your peripheral view you can see the students watch the two of you with curious interest, but instead, you let the pause break and open your mouth.

“Let me punch you.”

There’s a snicker in the student audience but your eyes are trained on Hiddleston’s reaction. He sighs, nods and opens his arms. “As hard as you need to.”

In the script, your character walks back to him, so you do the same. It says to lightly punch him, to act as if you take out your frustration by repeatedly hitting his chest and then, with tears streaming down your face, curl into it and let him embrace you. To be honest, you could use the hug, and you could use the punching bag. So you lightly do what it says, not really punch him but you make it look like that, and for some reason you’re comfortable enough to act like you’re crying and curl into Hiddleston’s chest. His strong arms secure you tightly, and you feel the heat rise in every inch of your body by how close you are.

And then it’s the kissing part. You’ve read it more times than you can count. You know the words, the acting. But you don’t want to admit to it.

The students are all quiet, probably leaning close and you hear someone whisper about the kiss coming soon.

You pull from the embrace, though still close to him you look up at Hiddleston. He looks down at you, a pained smile on his face―completely in character―and then the words, spoken as a whisper, “Kiss me.”

Thankfully, oh so thankfully, Hiddleston smiles and pulls away, turning to face the students and bowing. You use a moment to realize what’s happening, but do the same as him and plaster on a smile. It’s not like your heart is beating a mile a minute. Like you wanted the kiss, no you didn’t. That’s silly. Weird.

No, you shake it away, take the compliments that you are more than a good enough actor, and then relish in getting to actually start class. There are other, more important things than a play happening, and one of them is to teach a class.

---

Lunch on Friday doesn’t come fast enough. After a class and then using your spare time―usually used for research, grading papers or planning classes―have gone to learning to play a role you don’t want to play, you need the break. The drama teacher, albeit angry about the whole ordeal, helps you out whenever she can and you’re grateful to her for her help, especially in knowing what message she wants to come across with the play, but it’s tiring.

You slump down in the chair across from Benedict, mumbling a ‘hi’ to him and Eddie. They both cock their brows in you direction but neither says anything as you bite into the sandwich you prepared that morning.

“Grumpy today, or?”

You divert your gaze to Hiddleston, who sits down in the free chair and places his lunch on the table. “Oh, how nice of you to comment on the fact that I don’t enjoy seeing your face.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, what’s going on?”

“The usual this week. McHallan said we’re doing this for a month with one show, and I don’t wanna do this at all. The show we had on Tuesday was more than enough,” you say and take another bite.

“Is she hard on you?”

You finish chewing before answering, swallowing with your hand in front of your mouth―manners, right? “Hard? She glares at me during the entire thing. I bet she wrote it all just to be able to play the lead herself and kiss whoever got the male lead, and considering how happy she was when that was you I bet you’re that person.”

“Wait?” Benedict gets your attention. “You have to kiss?”

“Yes, Mr. Ignorant, we do.”

Benedict holds up his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I find it amusing. But either way, I don’t have the script since I have no lines and… thank you for the information.”

You roll your eyes and take another bite of your sandwich.

Hiddleston smiles, amused probably. “She’s a little mad about that part. Especially after Tuesday and we showed a scene for our students and they ended up writing small paragraphs of us as a couple. They are, I think it’s called ‘shipping’ us now.”

“Oh, tell them welcome aboard. A lot of us have been doing that for a while now.” Benedicts comment only gets him a glare from you, something Eddie seems to find very funny, so you send one his way, too.

“I just don’t see why we have to. I don’t want to kiss his ugly face,” you say.

“It’s a play. It won’t last long,” replies Hiddleston.

You press your lips together and find the picture you sent of it to Y/BFF/N earlier in the week. “It says here ‘kiss for thirty seconds, tongue is appreciated’. They want us to make out in front of the whole college. Excuse me but I can barely stand your face. The only good that would come of it is that I would have my eyes closed and wouldn’t have to look at you.”

“Well, at least you know what’s it like to make out with someone with a beard,” comments Benedict.

You count to ten in your head. “I’m going to let that slide because I don’t hate you, but you are on thin ice. Be sure I’m not certain I want to help you next week after all. However, I’m there for your kids and not you, so you might be lucky.”

Eddie snickers from where he sits, a grin on his face and eyes flickering between you and Benedict. “To be honest, I thought this would be a quieter table, but I was wrong. I don’t mind, though.”

Hiddleston smiles. “Had she not been here, it would have been. But a little less fun, though.”

You sigh and decide not to comment. It’s neither worth it, nor do you really have a good comment. At least he called you fun.

---

Usually, you wouldn’t make the trip to the store on a Saturday meant to be inside and do nothing. Yet, there you find yourself, walking determinedly to the hot chocolate section and picking up a box of powder to make instant hot chocolate. On the way to the register, you swing by the candy department and grab your favorite chocolate.

Yeah, it’s that time of the month.

You manage to grab with you a bag of chips as well, and some berries, and oh, pastries look so good. Yup, chocolate donuts it is.

As you stand in line, you’re certain you saw a ginger bob of curly hair. And you’re correct, as Hiddleston comes to stand in the queue behind you.

“That’s a lot of chocolate,” he says and you nod. “Baking something? Or just relishing in it being Saturday?”

You nod. “Sure, we can say those are the reasons.”

“Oh, oh. Sorry, I don’t think that far.”

You shake your head. “Don’t think about it, it’s really nothing. I’m just grateful there’s not much pain right now.”

Hiddleston nods. “I have heard that isn’t exactly lovely.”

“So,” you say, “what are you doing here?” You place the items you have―which became more than planned―on the conveyor belt, putting one of those rectangles to separate your items from Hiddleston’s and the guy in front of you.

“Here for a last minute shopping, really. Found out I lacked some food,” he says.

You nod. “Food is smart, that’s true.”

“Yeah.”

The silence lasts after that until you get your total. You put your card in and type the code and press ok and… rejected. “That’s.. I’ll just try again.” And rejected.

Fuck.

“Let me pay.” Hiddleston looks at you, a trying expression on his face, but you don’t have much choice.

“I’m paying you back,” you say matter-of-factly.

He nods. “Sure, you are.” He smiles at the woman behind the register when it goes through and says yes to the receipt. You snatch it from him and put it down in the bag you bag your groceries in. It’s not much, but it’s enough and you saw the price, you will pay him back.

You wait for him to bag his own items before exiting the store together. When you near your car, you glance at him. “I will pay you back.”

“You need information to do that.”

“I have my ways.”

He nods. “Benedict, I presume?”

You nod. “Yeah, see you Monday.”

“Bye.”

And then you get in your car with a churning gut, a sweat-ridden back and the feeling that you might not be able to pay him back. But at the same time feeling a strong need to punch him for being such a gentleman.

He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to do anything.

Which is exactly what makes it so hard to ignore that flutter in your stomach at the thought of him.

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kenpxchi · 4 years

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THE BIG BLEACH HC MEME centering around politics, repost & fill out! For anyone who wanted to explore those aspects more, considering it played a big role in the story. Some things may be unknown to your Muse, just think in WHAT IF then & well, have fun and take your time!

BASICS

Name: Kenpachi Zaraki / / / Age: 1900+ / / / Gender: male Race: Shinigami / Quincy / Hollow / Fullbringer / Visored / Human / Other Currently lives: Soul Society / Hueco Mundo / Silbern / Living World / Hell Exact Location: seireitei, gotei 13, juichibantai Group(s): gotei 13

QUESTIONS

- Would your muse consider themselves more: GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL / DOESN’T CARE ? - Would your muse consider their group more: GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL ? - How does your muse think others see them: GOOD / EVIL / NEUTRAL / DOESN’T CARE ? - How does your muse think others see their race: GOOD / EVIL / NEUTRAL / DOESN’T CARE ? - How does your muse think others see their group: GOOD / EVIL / NEUTRAL / DOESN’T CARE ?

- Is your muse considered a threat: YES / NO ? From whom?: EVERYONE, including his allies - Is your muse powerful: YES / NO ? Could they be considered OP: YES / NO ? - Did your muse commit any crimes: YES / NO ? - Does your muse think they are doing mostly the right thing: YES / NO / DOESN’T CARE ? - Would society think the same: YES / NO / MIXED OPINIONS ?

- Does your muse think they are treated unfairly: YES (he acknowledges he has it better than a lot of people) / NO ? - Does your muse feel understood from others: YES / NO / NEUTRAL? - Is it important for them what others think of them as a person: YES / NO ? - Would they welcome death: YES / NO ? - Will they ever find peace: YES / NO ?

01.0. Do they fully stand behind the group they are part of? YES / NO. Why is that? Explain: Kenpachi sees the Eleventh Division as an organization that he’s obligated to protect and nurture. Unohana left it behind for him, so he’s going to take damn good care of the Division and its recruits, and make them the strongest warriors ever seen. As for the Soul Society, he recognizes its shitty qualities, but he’s in no position to change anything. Kenpachi may be a captain, but if he so much as suggests a change to a law in the Seireitei, the Central 46 is going to flip its shit and declare him a revolutionary. They were paranoid that he could take on the Seireitei on his own before he unlocked his true power. After Aizen and Yhwach, the Central 46 have a hair trigger and are more desperate than ever to maintain the structure that keeps it in power.

02.0. Do they like as things are in Soul Society? YES / NO. 02.1. Is there anything they would change? Explain here: Decentralize the authority of the Four Noble Houses.

03.0. Would they ever actively try to bring change (in general)? YES / NO. 03.1. Is your muse more: passive / active ? Introverted / Extroverted ? 03.2. Does your muse care more about: others / themselves ? 03.3. Do they trouble their mind over a lot of problems, others? YES / NO. 03.4. Do they mostly involve: strong foes, unohana, yachiru, the 11th. that’s about it 03.5. Name (up to) three which are the most on their mind (optional, adding names): - his daughter/sword - his s/o - the eleventh division and unohana’s legacy

04.0. Do they think frequently about politics? YES / NO / SOMETIMES. Why is that? Explain: Kenpachi’s one-track mind is all about fighting, fighting, and more fighting.

05.0. How do they feel in their current location, more: POSITIVE / NEGATIVE / NEUTRAL ? 05.1. Why is that?: The Eleventh is his family.

06.0. Does your muse have any goal: YES / NO ? BIG / SMALL ? 06.1. Does it involve anything world-changing: YES / NO ? 06.2. If goal or not, any future plans? Share here: Become even stronger. Master actual swordsmanship. Possibly become a Royal Guard, or go to Hell and chill there for a couple of centuries.

07.0. Does your muse know about the original sin of soul society*: YES / NO ? * curious? Read about it here. 07.1. If they knew, would it change their views on Soul Society: YES / NO ? 07.2. More: POSITIVE / NEGATIVE / NEUTRAL ? (a world without conflict? that’s dumb.)

08.0. Who is the worst person in their eyes?: the central 46. 08.1. What should happen to them? Execution (quick / slow death) / Imprisonment / Stripped of their powers / Torture / Repay for their sins / Pay a Fine / Social Work / lose their loved ones / Exile / other… (add more). 08.2. Explanation: Growing up in Zaraki was worse than the fate of those imprisoned in Hell, at least if the Hell Verse is canon. Yes, in Hell, you cannot leave if you die, but in Hell, there are also people who are in charge of running the place. Zaraki is entirely lawless, where everyone is ready to murder each other at the drop of a hat. It is not so much a district of the Rukon as it is a barely functional cage for rabid beasts. That the Central 46 allowed it to exist and continue to allow it to exists warrants nothing but anger from Kenpachi.

09.0. Thoughts on the Quincy Massacre if they knew: POSITIVE / NEGATIVE / NEUTRAL ? 09.1. Would they be alright with such thing happening again: YES / NO ? 09.2. Would they try to prevent it: YES / NO / DEPENDS ? 09.3. Explanation: He’d be anxious to fight strong opponents, but he would be curious. If they can’t fight back, why is the Eleventh being ordered to fight them? He would probably not kill them even if he was ordered, as he’d be there for a fight. Finishing off the weak is someone else’s job.

10.0. Would they ever switch sides: YES / NO ? 10.1. If yes, What could bring them to do so?: 10.2. Would they create a new one: YES / NO ? or join a current one? If so, which: n/a.

11.0. Does your muse follow a certain moral code*?: YES / NO / GRAY AREA ? * (ethics) A written, formal, and consistent set of rules prescribing righteous behavior, accepted by a person or by a group of people. 11.1. What does it involve?: Battle. Face the strong. If you win, let them live and fight you again. If you lose, either accept death with a smile, or if you do live, become stronger than the one who failed to kill you. 11.2. What does it NOT involve?: Senseless killing.

YOUR MUSE’S VIEWS / OPINIONS ON THESE GROUPS ?

Central 46: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: They continue to abandon the people that they govern, they act out of fear of deviation from tradition more than anything else, they’re utterly terrified of change, and he also feels that they’re responsible for setting up the fight that led to Unohana’s death.

Four Great Noble Clans: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: While Kenpachi does respect the individuals who come from the noble houses themselves, he dislikes the absolute power they wield over Soul Society, using the Central 46 as their puppet government.

Royal Guards / Gotei 13: positive / negative / neutral . ━ because: He would love to fight them due to their strength, but he doesn’t get why they’re all beholden to the Noble Houses, seeing as all of them are stronger than any noble.

Fullbringer: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: That one he fought was really boring. Went down in one hit. The other guy Kuchiki fought looked strong, though.

Visored: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: They look kinda strong. He’d fight them.

Espada: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: They’re strong, but they don’t seem to want to fight anymore. He’ll leave them alone.

Quincy: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: They’re strong too, but most of them are dead. None of them want to fight him anyway.

YOUR MUSE’S VIEWS / OPINIONS ON THESE (IMPORTANT) PEOPLE ?

Aizen: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: Not only did his plans fail while taking hundreds of lives in the process, but he also utterly fucked over any chance of change in the Soul Society, as the Central 46 will now always be paranoid about internal threats.

Yhwach: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: He seeks a world without conflict. That’s a boring-ass world.

Mayuri: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: He’s a backstabbing bastard, but he’s smart.

Kurosaki: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: Kenpachi wants to fight him again. That, and Ichigo’s battle with him gave him an inkling of the true meaning of fighting alongside his Zanpakutō.

Soul King: positive / negative / neutral. ━ because: He’s just there, and so long as he is, the world is fine.

CONGRATS, you managed till to the end, now tag your fellow bleach partners!

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alternislatronemhq · 4 years

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Congrats, RALUCA, you have been accepted to AL for the role of EMMA VANITY (FC: Lily James). Wow, your app was TRULY fantastic! I was hanging on to every word, loving each bit. You’ve flushed Emma out in such a beautiful way, and I for one cannot wait to see how she progresses in this plot! Really well done, I’m so excited you’re here! Please send in your blog (no sideblogs for first characters, please) in the next 24 hours and be sure to take a look at our new player checklist. Welcome home (once again), we’re so excited to have you join the family!

OOC

name — raluca age — 20, but i’m turning 21 on the 15th of july pronouns — she/her/hers timezone — gmt+2

IC Overview

name — Vanity, Emma faceclaim — Lily James age — 25 gender — Cis-female. Women who would fan themselves endlessly while sipping her mother’s 5 o’clock tea would say female as if it were a barrier. They would point out that she was a lady, and that therefore, she should keep her back straightened, she should brush her hair, she should never say that word again out loud. Yet, her parents never asked Emma to put on a skirt because the Rowles are visiting. They never treated her like a little bird, like a future bride in training that they would marry off as soon as graduation. Her father had many faults, but never did he force Emma into the thin, cage-shaped stereotype that was female in their society. She was his heir. She learned to ride winged horses at ten years old. She was taken to saloons where men drank firewhiskey and talked business at fourteen. She wasn’t scolded after stealing her father’s cigars one summer at fifteen — she couldn’t escape getting enrolled among the Death Eaters as she turned seventeen. Therefore, Emma is a cis female, but the definition her parents taught her differs from the one used by her childhood friends.

sexuality — Pansexual. Her sexuality seeks personality more than anything else. She’s attracted to all those with a fire within, who inspire her to be worse, who make her laugh, who have something to say. Obsessive yet easy-going, she falls in love quickly and gives up hard. Whatever makes her heart beat change has claim over the said heart forever.

patronus — The memories she has lived are sprinkled with sheer happiness. Getting drunk and swimming in the Black Lake at midnight, winning the Inter-House Quidditch Cup while being Captain, getting a hundred galleons at the lottery all made her smile spread all the way to her ears, but nothing filled her whole heart with joy. She hasn’t even properly lived, in her opinion. Casting a patronus is a sensitive subject for a witch who always wanted to be first at everything, but finds it difficult to convert happiness into magic. However, if she were able to conjure a patronus, it would undoubtedly be a winged horse, namely an Abraxan Winged Horse. Abraxan Winged Horse - A breed of winged horse, gigantic in size and extremely powerful. They are selective eaters and usually require forceful handling. As a Patronus, they represent power, determination, and a free spirit.

boggart — This would be easier. In the past years, she ran on fear rather than happiness as fuel. These days, it would definitely be her father returned from Azkaban. She fears what life path he desires for her. She fears that disappointed look on his face when he notices her disgust for everything the war and the Dark Lord stand for. She fears the mental image of him destroyed by a soul-shattering prison, and, in few words, she fears him no matter if he dies in Azkaban, if he returns to make a Death Eater out of her again or if he returns to kill her for treason.

IC In Depth

personality traits —

(ambitious:) While other people have hobbies and interests, Emma’s only passion is overachieving. She became Quidditch team Captain seeking a title to differentiate herself from her mates. She learned to throw a Quaffle because someone implied she couldn’t, in the first place. Her collection of diplomas, piled up like fallen leaves in autumn, doesn’t matter for anything but her own ego, entirely fed by a lifetime of chasing after small prizes and insignificant victories. Nothing attracts her like winning, like coming on top, whether it’s about schoolwork, about silly bets or her own life choices. She has done questionable things to land on top before, only out of pride. Despite being passive in matters of blood purity and being too comfortable to actually want to fight a war (especially on the losing side), her ambition served as sole motivation to keep going, following her father’s wish to fight for the Dark Lord and make something out of a family name that hasn’t sat next to something worthy of pride in too long.

(fickle:) Easily convinced to doubt even the steps she takes on the ground, she questions everything, all the more herself, and is ready to turn on her heels and walk in the other direction at the first glare from someone else. Persuasion has her mind on strings, toying with it at free will, and Emma wouldn’t even notice, under the spell of every person who influences her in any way. Encouraged by peer pressure and naturally inclined to struggle until everyone liked her, she is often remembered by her worst, most impulsive decisions, executed because someone thought it would be funny. More importantly, her father’s aspirations for her left a permanent mark on her forearm, and she had no power fighting that decision.

(free-spirited:) While taking every piece of advice religiously, worrying that everyone’s mind but her own saw bigger truths that she was missing, she loves being in charge of her afternoons. She doesn’t want to be told what to do — not out loud and not consciously — because the peace and the quiet are her most comfortable state of being. She craves adventures and untied, tangled hair, spontaneous dips in stranger lakes and kisses from people she doesn’t know the name of. She despises cages and has a predisposition towards flying — be it on a broom or her favorite winged horse. Emma seldom knows what to do, what path to take and whether to trust her own mind or not — but she would rather cope with her uncertainties without having so many questions to answer and so many responsibilities no one ever wished for.

(chaotic:) An agitated daughter turned into a radioactive teenager turned into a messy young adult. Emma doesn’t know how to stand still, like she doesn’t know the first thing about order and stability. She learned how to run long before she could walk, and that shows in her behavior everyday. Wrong decisions made in the spur of the moment tie with some sort of natural, charming clumsiness — and these describe her to the last comma. She talks too much and most of her sentences don’t have an ending, because she never stops spinning infinitive ideas back and forth in her mind.

character biography —

Perhaps out of lack of blue blood in her veins, Emma never quite fit in according to the pureblooded standards. Her mother was thought to give birth to a boy up until the first time Emma opened her eyes for the first time towards the world. Due to health complications, it was said that she would never give birth again, let alone to a son. It took his father a bit to adjust and accept the imminence of not having a heir to pass on quite everything to, but he never loved Emma any less. He couldn’t have his own blood even if it spat in his face — but Emma wouldn’t gamble on that. The toddler with curious eyes never cried a day, with a childhood surrounded by majestic winged horses and an aunt that sang in the Leaky Cauldron, surrounded by pinkness and a loving family that, despite being preoccupied by tradition, never resented Emma for simply being born.

And so the child who tripped in ballet classes and couldn’t remember the word for anything, having to ask her mother, grew taller and taller everyday, as if warmth alone lifted her up. Despite not being a skilled pianist or a talented dancer, she excelled in the third most pureblooded occupation there was. When on a horse, nothing stopped her. Emma would often be scolded by a worried mother or by a half-amused father for speed, but she agreed she’d never slow down. Every chance to hop on a winged horse and ride was a chance to exceed her last speed record, and so she became competitive — by being in constant competition with herself.

Terrified to go to Hogwarts, as she feared she has never slept before without her mother’s daily kiss on her forehead, she learned that she loves large amounts of company quite soon. She would talk and talk for hours if she had someone to talk to, and strangers were her favorite interlocutors. For that, she made both friends and enemies, those who liked her guts and humor not necessarily exceeding those who wouldn’t find anyone more annoying than Emma Vanity. Still, her priority has always been to have fun, and her friends were grateful to have around someone as lovely, gullible and foolish as her. Quidditch was her biggest achievement, despite being a sport she didn’t have a passion for particularly. It just mirrored horse-riding enough to make her not miss home so much, so often. And the fact that it implied the biggest competition Hogwarts had to offer interested her even more. She became a Captain in her third year and was known not for being the most talented player rather the one who would never give up.

When the child with curious eyes turned into the teenager with desperate eyes, it was as if nothing could stop her anymore. Driven by endless ambition and no drop of shame, she was the only girl in her year who treated boys she liked as if they were the girl. Norms have never applied to her and she decided it was best if the boys feared her instead of the other way around. Never did Emma hesitate before asking somebody out on a Hogsmeade trip, but, for that, she encountered with a fair amount of rejection. Emma was unlike the rest of the pureblooded girls — not delicate, not sheepish, not elegant, not mannered — and she was unlike the other girls, but somewhere in the middle, she was sweet; like corn instead of candy. She didn’t fear labels from jealous wixen, she would argue with anyone spreading rumors… or even telling the truth about her, and conflict was never something she shuddered at the thought of. Until her father’s opinions concerning her became a problem.

Upon finishing school, she had no direction. Hogwarts, her friends, her team and even the dramas have been the entirety of her life for years, and now she didn’t want to become an adult. Yet, Mr. Vanity had big hopes regarding his daughter. As a supporter of Voldemort who didn’t stand out in any way: not being rich enough, not respected enough and certainly not having the strongest wand, he wanted to do anything to get in the Dark Lord’s good graces and it did flatter Emma that he immediately considered enrolling her. Except for the fact that Emma never wanted to fight to begin with. The cause itself preoccupied her less, even though something in her chest made her feel as if it wasn’t exactly right. Still, she complied with half a heart, only out of fear not to let down her father, who never wronged her in any way despite having many reasons to treat her as harshly as other fathers treated kids her age.

It was a relief when the Dark Lord vanished, and she was ready to take it without questioning whether it is a good or permanent thing. The only thing that mattered was that she was no longer a toy in somebody’s big hands and that the strings got cut off entirely. Her tattoo bothered her, but not enough to stop her from living a life filled with things that used to bring her joy before. It was going to take a while to rediscover them, but she was hopeful, for the first time. But that was before the aurors knocked on their door to arrest his father, letting her think she would be next. That didn’t happen, but the thought of her own father sitting blankly in an Azkaban cell made her skin itch and her head ache. She wanted him saved, but at the same time, she wanted her freedom too. Out of lack of skills regarding solving inner conflicts, she decided not to think much about that one. Still, even now that her wings are untied, she doesn’t know what to do with that freedom in the slightest.

plot ideas —

i. BLACKMAIL. People know of the mark underneath her robes. The long sleeves aren’t fooling anyone and the summertime catches her too distracted and entertained not to strip to skin with every occasion. Therefore, her prior alliance isn’t a whisper on a dark street, rather than the bitter truth she still didn’t gather up courage to swallow. The blackmail would have more to do with her official betrayal. Maybe she slipped in front of another Death Eater and confessed what is in her heart regarding the Dark Lord and her father’s say in her involvement, maybe someone observant enough read straight through her. What’s certain is that someone is using her weakness to threaten her into imminent death for her unofficial betrayal. Whether she knows this person’s identity or not, it’s open to interpretations.

ii. SPEAK NOW. It’s implied that Emma and Reginald, Mary’s husband, were romantically involved. Even if this were completely one-sided and if Emma was the only one to grow feelings for the other young man, it’s irrelevant in light of how she sees it. She sees it as a love story, beginning, middle and ending. No amount of cold water would help her wake up from the delusion that her friend — her good friend — led her on. The news about Reg’s marriage to Mary came in like a hurricane. Despite all that, it felt like a masterful idea at the time to interrupt their ceremony and voice her concern. She made a fool out of herself for this impulsive moment of unasked for truth. People still whisper about crazy Emma to this day and no hole is deep enough for her to hide whenever that particular memory resurfaces, but she’s learned to live with all of her collection of mistakes, no matter how sharp they still dig into their mind.

iii. PARTY GIRLS DON’T GET HURT. No one can brag about as many blunders as Emma, and her Hogwarts times are the golden ages of that. With a tendency to be the target of everyone’s laughter, it would only make sense that people in her generation wouldn’t think too highly of her, still remembering the girl who always tripped over her own feet after a couple of butterbeers. This plot bunny includes both people she used to be good friends with (but since adolescence is not a light summer’s breeze, they would have either fought passionately or fallen apart) and people who can’t help but scoff at the mention of her name. She wouldn’t necessarily be popular, but, as a dramatic and social person, it would only be natural that she made both pals and enemies at the age of sixteen.

iv. THE CLOAKED MEN. With a history of being on the wrong side of the previous war, aurors panic the hell out of Emma. She avoids them as if she has something to hide, but truth is, she just doesn’t want to end up where her father is. I would like a suspicious auror to seek her company purposefully and make her nervous in hopes of maybe learning something new about the Death Eaters. Getting under Emma Vanity’s skin is easier than ever when she is sweating and trying to nervously smile through that.

v. REDEMPTION. Maybe someone wants to fool Emma (see: possibly linked with the fourth plot bunny as well), maybe they want her to be well. What’s for sure is that someone is suddenly dragging her towards the light side — and she swings in between certainties without appearing to make up her mind any time soon. The promise of a clean future and better, less scary company is difficult to weigh in when, on the other side, her father’s disapproving eyes blink, in a frown, at her.

extra — I just feel like these grow from muse. I like doing edits (albeit not currently owning photoshop since I just bought a new laptop and don’t have anything on it), I think in songs and nothing’s as inspirational as a good quote, but forcing it would mean ruining it. But worry not, I will post, without spamming, plenty of those if I do get accepted.

#harry potter rp #hp rp #marauders era rp #marauders rp #al:accepted #emma vanity

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cherry-imagines · 5 years

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not sure if this where i request if so feel free to redirect me or ignore this! could i request abbachio, mista, jotaro , kakyoin, and josuke with a female s/o who is a really softie and loves baking/ cooking for their s/o but is real good at fighting when it comes down to it also congrats on creating a new blog i only wish for the best for you and the blog!!

You’re at the right place, don’t worry! Thank you so much for the wonderful wishes!

Josuke

• Josuke would really enjoy being pampered by his S/O. Receiving meals from her would be the highlight of his every day. He would appreciate how much time and love she puts into the food she prepares for him, and would always thank her many more times than necessary.

• The way his S/O treats him would make him feel incredibly loved and special, and he would do the best he can to make her feel the same. He would try making her food occasionally, but would have to retort to doing something else after a while, seeing as it’s rarely, if ever, as good as food that she prepares.

• Because of her soft demeanor, he would think of her as very fragile, but would never say it out loud to her. Whenever something serious popped up, he’d just push her behind himself to shield her from any potential damage.

• The first time he’d see her actually participate in a battle would be when she’s had enough of his protective attitude and decided to step out from behind him to join in on the fight. He would be in shock at first, but would have to get over it quickly because it could really get him injured if his mind was elsewhere at the time. He’d steal quick glances at her every once in a while to see how she’s holding up though, his eyes still wide in surprise.

• Immediately after the battle, he would run to her and check for any injuries. The conversation would go between her “I’m fine” and his “Are you sure??” for a good few minutes before he finally calms down. After making absolute sure she’s alright, he would scold her for going in like that. She could’ve gotten herself injured!

• When he’s done with worrying, his amazement will set in. He would find it pretty much unbelievable that his soft S/O was so good at fighting all along. He would give her lots of praise for holding up as good as she has and would cease seeing her as fragile.

• His behavior around her would change slightly, but it would definitely be for the better. He would be much more open around her about everything, especially when talking about his brawls and mischiefs. He would see her as much stronger, both physically and mentally, than he did before.

• I think Josuke would be the most excited by his S/O being this way, really. It would be absolutely perfect for him. I can definitely see him with someone like this. :D

Kakyoin

• Kakyoin would actually enjoy cooking and baking together with his S/O! He’d just love to spend an entire afternoon fooling around in the kitchen and trying out new recipes with her.

• He wouldn’t be as good at cooking/baking as her, obviously, but it’s all for good fun. He just wants to spend some quality time with her more than anything.

• He’d try growing some culinary plants like rosemary and maybe even some lemons for them to use when cooking. He would buy the best and prettiest pots for the plants and only the best soil to grow them in. He’d really cherish and take really good care of them.

• When he sees them on the battlefield for the first time, and realizes how good at it they really are, he’s in awe. He’d think it’s amazing that his S/O can handle herself as well as she can! He would be slightly thrown off at first, but his trust in her would be enough to assure him that she’ll be fine. (He’d still steal glances every once in a while though, to reassure himself that seeing her fighting alongside him wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him, and occassionally just to make sure she’s doing alright)

• He would be pleasantly surprised, and very glad she’s capable of protecting herself, but it wouldn’t really change his overall opinion of her. He would think she’s slightly cooler, yes, but would love her all the same and wouldn’t change how he acts around her all that much!

Jotaro

• Jotaro would never admit it, but his S/O reminds him of Holly in more ways than one, and he couldn’t do without a Holly in his life.

• He would really appreciate their soft and somewhat motherly personality, even though he, like Abbacchio, would have trouble showing it. He’s never been a particularly affective person, and that won’t change much even with his S/O. He’d be more than alright with the lack of verbal affection between them, but would sometimes worry about what his S/O’s opinion on their relationship being lke that is.

• He’d be very quiet about his affections, but could get really direct and somewhat aggressive when actually showing her how he feels. He’d prefer to show how he feels in a more physical way rather than with words, and that might just be so because he’s afraid of saying something wrong, or even coming off as weak, when actually proclaiming his love for them. one can definitely expect some rough and sudden kisses from this boy

• He might not really thank her for the things that she does for him, but she should know that he really appreciates her even though he doesn’t outwardly express it. When they’re alone, he’d occassionally give her a sweet kiss on the cheek when she’d present him some sweet dessert that she made herself, but that’s just about it.

• When he sees how great she is at fighting, he’ll actually compliment her right then and there. For the rest of the battle, he’d have a big grin plastered on his face. He might even give her some fighting tips after the battle’s over and compliment her some more.

• Would feel pretty glad to have someone like her and would subtly show her off here and there, too proud to blatantly gloat, but too excited and proud of his S/O to do nothing.

Abbacchio

• Much unlike the others, Abbacchio would seem like he really doesn’t care about her soft personality. He isn’t an openly affectionate person, and most people could easily mistake his silence for indifference, or even dislike. (Not to mention the ever-present scowl on his face that vanishes occassionally when he’s alone with his S/O)

• In reality, he really appreciates his S/O and shows it through occasional small acts of affection. He’d give her a kiss to silently thank her when she’s prepared something for him, like a surprise meal, and would love to have nice long talks with her in private while they dine together. They would talk about anything and everything, from work to the small things they’d noticed during their day.

• He would be more interested in what specific things she likes so he can surprise her with a gift every once in a while. It won’t be often, but it will be somewhat meaningful and definitely something his S/O can enjoy.

• When he sees her fight for the first time, he is shook. He’s been telling her to stand back during the entire fight, just for her to suddenly run out from behind him and start kicking ass with the rest of the gang. He’d be frozen for a while, fearing of the worst and realizing just how much he’d hate to lose her. He’d be forced to bring his focus back on the fight, not wanting to lose his life either, but his focus wouldn’t be completely on his opponent after that. He’d just have to keep an eye on his S/O the entire time, and that would most likely end up in him getting hurt.

• He’d confront her later that day, after the team is done complimenting her, and tell her how great she was out there, not leaving out how afraid he was of losing her. Then they’d sit down and talk. He’d ask her to tell him about where she learnt to fight so well, and they’ll spend the next few hours talking about that and whatever else that conversation leads to.

• He still wouldn’t be happy having her fighting next to him in fear of being incompetent enough to protect her and/or making a dumb mistake that will lead to her demise, but would become less paranoid with his S/O’s constant reassurance that bad nothing will happen to her.

• Her being good at fighting wouldn’t really change how he feels about her in general, but he would be really afraid of losing her and thus still reluctant to let her fight with everyone. He doesn’t want to lose the only light in his life, after all.

Mista

• He honestly thought it couldn’t possibly get better than it initially was. but he had absolutely no idea how wrong he was.

• His S/O always took great care of him, preparing meals for him and the Sex Pistols when he‘d have to go away on a mission. She was also always very mindful when making food and would make sure he never saw four pieces of anything on his plate, and in the fridge, even, which he was immeasurably thankful for. Without fail, it’d always bring a smile to his face when he’d realize his S/O had taken care of some little problem involving fours there was.

• But now that he’s seen her fight, she’s become even better in his eyes! Like, wow, his already perfect S/O has proven to be even better than he initially thought she was! He’d be shocked speechless, only able to dumbly stare at her and mutter out a small “Wow.”

• Once he snaps back to reality, he’d realize he’s become even more smitten than he ever was before. She’s just so brilliant. He’d feel incredibly lucky and thankful to have ended up with someone just so perfect like his S/O.

• He’d honestly feel slightly disappointed at first, because his S/O being more than capable of taking care of herself in a though situation meant he wouldn’t get the chance to play protector. Though that thought would soon leave his mind, since he’d be too busy gawking at her.

• He’d take an incredible amount of pride in his S/O and always show her off in front of others. He’d tell everyone about every single thing she did in combat over and over again, to the point where Abbacchio would start throwing random objects at him after seeing no one can do anything to shut him up.

• He would just feel incredibly grateful to have her as his S/O, really, but would occasionally question wether or not he deserved someone as great her. She’d always be around to kick him to his senses tho 👌

I hope I didn’t make them seem too out of character, and I hope it’s up to your expectations!

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