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shadesoflsk · 2 months

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YOUR? OUR MARGARET

PAIRING: Leon Kennedy x Single mom!reader

SUMMARY: Life slowed down when Leon first saw those tiny rays of sunlight. But he didn't think he would fall in love with the whole sun. Or: Leon falls in love with a single mother.

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of alcohol, government, leon's traumas, love confessions, Leon is a bit insecure and awkward but he's also a sweetheart and has a soft spot for kids, cheesy and corny type of love, this is just fluff believe me!

WORD COUNT: 4.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: If I had a nickel for every time I've written about Leon's transition from vendetta to death island I would have two which it isn't a lot but it's funny it happened twice. If you wish to know what song Leon played this is the one I had in mind. As always, I hope you like it. This is my Valentine's Day fic for today!

MY MASTERLIST

Gruesome scenarios and depressive states of mind have tainted Leon's path in life. However, the grizzled and gloomy agent has had a rather rough patch this last year in which he was left alone to die in his own sorrow—Raccoon City, Spain, China and his already-known addiction took a toll on him.

He doesn't have anyone to blame, nor does he want to. Yeah, he could blame the government for stripping him of his innocence and his genuine wish to help people but he felt like he had failed his nation, not the DSO, not the FBI, just him.

Behind closed doors, in the white house and for everyone else he's Agent Leon Kennedy, Mr. Kennedy, and if someone were to ask the president he'd say he's the most trusted weapon the country has.

He has grown accustomed. His shield has hardened to the point he's numb to most things he should find disturbing or annoying yet he couldn’t help but wish someone would see him the way he really is.

A bittersweet feeling grew in Leon’s system. Alcohol no longer brought the same dull sensation that’d put him to sleep even in the loudest and sleazy bar. So, slowly he grew out of his addiction. Not alone, though. Alongside him were a couple of therapists which he reluctantly confided in. Not because he didn’t believe in mental health, but because he thought it wasn’t for him.

Also, his friends made his life a bit better. Spare the man the embarrassment, but friendship does indeed make you see the world more colorfully. It was nice hearing his name slip out of his friends' lips. Leon, Leon! Aww, Leon.

However, life didn’t prepare him for the moment his name was replaced by a:

Dada.

Therapists had told him he should look for a hobby, something that’d fill those moments where boredom or monotony would push him to fall back into his deadly addictions. And he completely understood, he ought to follow the experts’ advice in order to actually improve.

It was rather easier, he was not a complicated man.

Even before the Raccoon City incident, he loved exercising. Whether it was lifting weights, cycling, or plain running he’d always be found doing something. The mere thought of just lying in bed was something he’d never engage in, especially not now that he’s getting better.

So, he combined two things. One he was familiar with and a second one he hasn’t been able to really connect with: nature.

Near his current apartment, there was a small park in which he goes jogging. Usually, his schedule would only allow him to go there in the early hours of the morning where the only people he’d find were retired grandparents who danced to some Spanish music he couldn’t understand.

Peaceful, he liked it.

But when he was getting used to his daily morning jogging, a call from work told him they needed him ASAP. So, his little detoxicating activity would be postponed to the afternoon.

After dealing with the usual stress from work, calls from Hunnigan, and a rather bothersome headache, he got to his apartment and decided to get ready and not skip his so-needed jogging.

The afternoon sky was painted with a hue of blue mixing with the slightest orange color, the gentle breeze hitting Leon’s face as he jogged around the park. His tempo never missed a beat not even after an hour or so between his physical training and some pauses. Sweat fell from his forehead and onto the ground with each step he took, meaning that he was reaching exhaustion.

At last, he found solace under a tree that cast a shadow, perfect for Leon to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, he let his lungs inhale as much air as they could.

His peaceful moment was broken when a tiny voice called out for him. Or rather, mistaken him for someone else.

“Dada!” A little girl came walking to where he was seated, wobbly steps trying to reach him.

“Margaret!” You appeared out of nowhere before the toddler could reach and hug the stranger. The giggling and excited kid seemed to have heard “run faster” by the way she didn’t stop at your call.

A hint of confusion washed over Leon as he watched the scene develop with rather curious eyes. A mop of curly hair running away from your grasp. The white dress turned into a slightly brown color, Leon guessed the child must have been playing in the dirt.

And then a glimpse of a faint smile replaced his previous bewilderment as his eyes fell on you. As you tried catching your daughter, he observed her antics and your patience.

Finally, your hands lifted the little one as her tiny legs kicked in the air, ready to run in the air.

You fixed Margaret’s dress and messy hair while her bright eyes continued being focused on the man sitting on the grass. Her hands doing the typical “grabby” motion to Leon. Sighing in defeat, you spoke to the man.

“Sorry, don’t know what happened.” You sheepishly said as you offered the man an apology for your daughter’s previous mischievous actions. “She usually doesn’t call random people dada I assure you.”

“She gave me quite the scare.” Leon chuckled as he got up from the grass. “My past actions flashed before my eyes.”

“As I said, I’m sorry.” You repeated your words while your daughter tried wriggling her way out of your arms. When she saw that her mother’s grip wasn’t budging, she took matters into her own hands.

She started crying.

You weren’t letting your daughter play with a stranger, that much you knew.

“My name’s Leon, by the way.” Leon said, extending his arm, but he pulled back as soon as he saw that you were too busy handling the tantrum your daughter was having.

You told Leon your name which easily fell from his lips to confirm he heard you well. “Do you normally come here?” You asked.

“Yes, but just in the mornings.” He responded, watching the little one pouting. “Something came out today so duty called. Cops don’t rest.”

“Wait, Are you a cop?” You seemed to relax at the revelation and he couldn’t help but get a Deja Vu from this little interaction. A friend of his asked him the same question, but at least now he wasn’t surrounded by zombies.

“A cop…” A whisper came out from Leon’s lips, a playful yet gentle smile formed on his face. “Kinda.”

“I’ll assume you’re way more important than that.” You adjusted Margaret in your arms when she finally calmed. Although she kept on staring at Leon, her bright eyes focused on him. “Because if you were indeed a cop or a chief you’d be puffing your chest out.”

“Are they always like that?” He acted surprised.

“Here, in New York? I don’t know… you tell me.”

It’s been a while since he last spoke with someone this freely. Surely he has talked with his friends a lot. But they were people he had previously known and shared the same past as him, a connection to the outside world seemed impossible and even greedy in a way.

Soon, both of you found yourselves unable to stop talking, even Margaret chirped from time to time, making her opinion loud and clear. He got to know a bit about you, and you got to know little fragments of his life. The ones who wouldn’t lead him to share more than necessary, obviously.

Despite the rough exterior, his constant frowning stopped as a soft expression replaced it. Margaret's chubby hands absentmindedly held one of Leon’s fingers as he spoke with you, blabbering and being overjoyed by his presence.

However, her cheerful mood slowly turned sour as soon as she got hungry. Glassy eyes and sobs warned you that the conversation would come to an end.

“Yup, I gotta go.” You murmured trying not to bring more stress to your already distressed baby. “It was nice talking to you.”

“Likewise.” Leon kept his hands in his pockets, unable to come up with anything else. He wanted to say that perhaps they could repeat this. But then again, he’s been so deprived of normal social interactions that he no longer knows if that would sound creepy.

“Have a good night.” He decided it would be the wisest thing to do. He watched your soft expression as you took your little girl’s hand and waved goodbye.

Ever since that little interaction, his schedule changed. His morning routine was long forgotten. An excuse was made, something between the lines that his shift changed so he has to work in the mornings.

And he was delighted to spend time with both of you. The highlights of his whole day would be getting to hear about you and Margaret.

Each day that passed meant new memories being made. From the way he got to know Margaret’s favorite ice cream flavor to your childhood dreams. Every detail mattered for him because he could now see how simple life could be.

He took—both of you mostly— on little dates. Let it be to try a new cafeteria near the park, drinking an americano while Margaret drank from her sippy cut which was filled with chocolate milk.

However, there were times in which Margaret would stay with a friend of yours. Allowing you to be alone with Leon. And while he appreciates the joy and happiness your daughter brought, he also loved the moments in which he could focus just on you.

Sadly, years of training didn’t prepare him to man up and make the first move. When he thought he would brush away every insecurity and second guesses, something would come up.

He wanted to grab your hand, the waiter would come at the worst time. He wants to compliment you, he'd almost choke with his own saliva. He wanted to give you a goodbye kiss after driving you home, someone would call him.

It was as if the universe was against him.

Thankfully, you had picked up those hints. And if Leon wasn't the luckiest man out there, you can help him in his predicament.

On a usual afternoon, as Margaret played with the leaves that had fallen from the trees, you shot him a question.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Huh? Yes, it sounds nice.” Leon absentmindedly replied, thinking it would be like the rest of your dates.

“I mean… In my house. I don't think I've invited you yet.”

In the meantime, Margaret had grabbed some leaves which she placed on Leon's hair. The man didn't even react to it, already used to her antics.

“I wouldn't like to intrude.”

“You wouldn't. See it as a friendly meeting.”

Friendly meeting, of course. He couldn’t be so selfish.

“If you insist.” He says as the little one giggles, her smile just showing two teeth. “When would it be?”

“Are you free this 14th?”

He nods, he doesn't even remember if he's in fact free. But he'd make time.

Besides, who works on Valentine’s Day?

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He wishes he would've realized about the implications of the day sooner.

The other dates have been nothing but platonic. Of course he had been nervous, biting his nails to the point where had to put on clear nail polish.

But this one is for Valentine's Day. Day where people confess their love in dramatic ways. Some lucky people even propose on this date.

Leon has been out of the dating game for years. He believes he'll mess it up somehow, especially as he sees the reflection of himself in the mirror.

Of course, he knows he's getting better. But his appearance tells everyone otherwise. His hair continues being dark, a big contrast from his past self whose blond hair would be the talk of some people.

The palm of his hand brushes over his stubble cheek. The sensation of those tiny hairs is similar to blades. He looks at his watch, there is no time to shave. The last thing he wanted was to be late on his first date.

He sighs and walks toward the table, on top of it are two bouquets. One has multiple red and pink roses, that one is for you. The other one consists of a single white rose, for Margaret. Even if he has forgotten the basics of dating, he wouldn’t go empty-handed to your home.

The drive to your house isn’t an easy one. Not because he lacked driving skills, he is pretty much proud of how well he could drive when he is not facing life-or-death situations.

He takes his car, just for today. He knows he has to be himself and show you his love for bikes. But he would be lying if he wasn’t a tad scared about coming to your house driving his usual motorbike. What would you think? Surely you’d dump him for risking his life or something like that.

But he is so damned anxious. He turns on the radio, trying to muffle his thoughts but the first thing that comes up is a Valentine's Day advertisement. ‘Don’t mess up your date today! Try our newest product and—’ He’s trying, he doesn’t know what the ad is talking about but he needs no product for this date to be a success.

He turns off the stupid machine. After all, today’s music sucks. Nothing personal, he just doesn’t like it. He’d prefer if the radio played real music. Some Deftones and Korn would do.

But right now he’d dance to anything. Valentine’s Day, after all, should be a romantic getaway from the normalcy of life. Even though years had made him a corny individual, if it’s with you, romanticism should never die.

He’s rambling, his head is a mess. He sees himself slow dancing with you, Somethin’ Stupid playing in the background. He foresees a future in which he could paint next to your daughter, suns and trees never looked so pretty as he imagines that scenario.

Dating you would come with the whole pack, he knows well. But even at his age, he still feels like a broken child whenever he sees himself in the mirror. Memories of his innocence being stripped away of him and his present still clinging on to the faint threads of hope.

So that’s why he made the promise of taking this relationship seriously. No matter if you end up being nothing more than friends. People often say that you just know when you meet the one. And he saw the beacons of lights announcing the whole sun when he met you and your little one.

Eventually, he reaches your home. Double-checking the address you had previously sent him over text, he confirms this is the place you live in. A modest house, enough for you and Margaret.

He switches off the engine and takes out the key from the ignition. Placing his hands one last time on the steering wheel, he takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. And with a newfound conviction, he grabs the two bouquets and gets out of the car.

When he walks towards the door, he immediately knocks. If he dared to wait just a second just to calm his anxiety, he’d spend at least 5 minutes staring at the wooden material. So, he sacrifices that priceless time in order to face reality.

A ‘coming’ is heard by Leon a few seconds after he knocks. Eventually, the front door opens and you welcome him with Margaret in your arms. “Hey.” You greet him, Margaret doing the same as she waves her hand.

“Hey, you two.” Leon says with a warm smile, trying to hold back the fact that there hasn’t been a better image than this. “I couldn’t come empty-handed to your house so I took the liberty to bring you these.”

Leon then hands you the bouquets he had brought—the bigger one for you, and the smaller one with a single rose for Margaret.

“Are these for me?” A dumb question, of course. But there’s no harm to ask and surely it would get a nice reply from Leon who has been dancing around the idea of flirting with you. Too scared to come off as awkward and silly.

“I don’t see another pretty woman around here.” It slips so smoothly out of his lips. Leon Kennedy, you still got it, he mentally praises himself.

“Yeah, right.” You roll your eyes, satisfied with the answer you received. “Please, come in.”

Leon nods and enters your house. The living room was nicely organized, and the way some toys blended in with the decoration brought a smile to his face. The perfect balance between the sober expected room with the colorful and childish playthings.

You set Margaret on the floor not before giving her the rose Leon gifted her. She absentmindedly walks toward the couch and sits down to inspect what an amazing thing the funny man brought.

“Well, looks like she likes them.” Leon hums as he watches how Margaret starts happily tearing the flower into tiny pieces. Her antics filling Leon’s heart, he could get used to this feeling.

He wants to.

“Yup, definitely.” And your eyes meet Leon’s, his piercing blue eyes are not cold as he often thinks. They remind you of the beach sea, of the gentle waves and the gentleness they carry.

And he sees himself in yours. In your eyes, he isn’t a cold and depressed agent who is fighting off the odds. He admires the man he’s becoming. The man who despite everything he has experienced, wants to do better.

“I haven’t told you yet but…” Leon trails off as he gathers the courage to do this simple yet nerve-wracking action. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he kisses your knuckles. A gentleman through and through. If he could win your heart, he’d do anything to protect both of you.

Although he was lying, even if he weren’t to win you over, you have already gained a friend who would literally save the world for you to live in with your most beautiful miracle.

“You’re sappy.” You shake your head laughing, but you don’t push Leon away. In a way, your teasing comes off as a thank you.

“And you break my heart.” He chuckles, letting go of your hand which falls to your side.

As it does, your eyes fall on Margaret. While she continues playing with torn pieces of the flower, you see her head swaying slowly from side to side, as if fighting off sleep.

“It’s nap time for little Margaret.” You break the silence as you walk toward Margaret whose tiny fingers still try to tear up the already destroyed rose.

You pick up Margaret and with the way she isn't getting fuzzy, your assumption was correct. She is fighting against Morpheus, sadly losing.

You glance at Leon who is standing in the same place you left him. Admiring the scene of you carrying your daughter.

“Would you like to help me?” You murmur.

Of course he does, he wants nothing more but to embark on this new life. He has seen so much horror and for once, he wants to indulge in this domestic dream of his.

“If you let me.”

Humble, timid, and definitely not showing how enthusiastic he was about helping you.

You nod and guide him upstairs. Margaret’s room was just next to yours, even though you prefer to sleep with her, still too nervous about her getting tangled in her own blankets.

As both of you reach the room, shades of pink and white greet Leon. Some toys are scattered around the floor too. Proof of Margaret’s wholesome behavior.

Margaret shifts in your arms, her previous peaceful demeanor changing given the frustration of not falling asleep yet. She is pretty much easy to handle when nap time comes, but today is one of those days.

“You told me I could help.” Leon's hushed voice reaches you. His eyes express the need to assist you in a task like this.

“Sure…” Your heart flutters as Leon steps up to help you. You indeed asked him if he wanted to come with you. But the fact he had so eagerly accepted the role made you appreciate him even more.

If that was even possible.

As Margaret starts letting out soft cries, you hand her to Leon who is quick to catch her. At first, Margaret is held rather awkwardly which brings a smile to your face before her cries get really serious.

You help Leon by moving his hand. That gains a quiet ‘ok ok’ meaning that he got the hang of it.

He positions Margaret on his chest, her face seeking the crook of his neck as she continues letting out tiny sobs. With his hand supporting his back, he rocks her.

If anyone were to see him, they'd think he's a father holding his daughter. But in his mind, he's holding your world, his world.

Oblivious to it, Leon started humming a song. He doesn’t know where he had heard it before. Maybe it came from his mother, a memory he thought was deeply buried in his mind.

Eventually, your baby falls asleep which definitely boosts Leon’s mood as she grins. He's built for this! He thinks.

He lays Margaret in her crib. The little one breathes slowly as she drifts off to dreamland.

Both of you slowly and quietly walk out of the room making sure not to make any loud noise and wake the sleeping princess.

As you slowly descend from the stairs and are once again in the living room, Leon’s mind is filled with expectations.

What's next?

What is he supposed to do now?

As if on cue, your words break the silence.

“I forgot to order the food.” You sheepishly admit as you nervously laugh. Between cleaning the house before Leon came and taking care of a toddler the fact that a dinner without food wouldn't be a dinner slipped out of your mind.

“I'll do it right now just give me a second to search for this one restau—”

“Hey, it's okay.” Leon reaches for your arm before you can walk toward where the phone is. He takes this opportunity to do all the things he has wanted to do with you. To accomplish each one of those silly yet endearing wishes of his.

“Besides… this is a great excuse for us to bond more.”

He lets go of your arm but instead, his hand takes out his cellphone. Your eyes curiously watch as he types something.

For a moment, Leon doesn't utter a word and you can see how his fingers are slightly shaking.

Leon looks up from the phone and gives you a gentle smile before he sets the phone aside. After a couple of seconds, the slow and wistful chords of a piano announce the beginning of a song.

“May I have this dance?” Leon extends his hand toward you.

You opt to accept his hand. In the back of your mind, you wanted to tease him one more time. Just like you did when he told you happy Valentine’s. But you feel this is way more important than those simple words.

As your hand locks with his, he pulls you closer to his body. His free arm finds its home in your lower back, not too low to keep it PG and not to discomfort you in this intimate dance.

Letting him guide you, you sway from side to side. His past self wouldn't have imagined that he could reach this level of serenity and tranquility. The simple thought of having a family was like a faraway dream.

Your head rests comfortably on Leon's shoulder, the scent of his cologne being your new favorite aroma. The one that brings you memories from the time you met him to all the dates you had that led to this very moment.

The song continues its course, and the outside world is forgotten for a moment. No words are exchanged as both of you drown in the homely feeling of dancing in each other's arms.

After a while, without lifting his head and allowing his lips to ever so slightly graze against your ears, Leon's voice cut through the peaceful melody.

“Let me in.” He whispers, his hands ever so slightly tightening around your middle section. His words brush against your ear like the soft melody that plays in the background.

“What do you mean?”

“Let me in, in your life. I don’t want to ask you to just be your partner.” The weight and truth of his statement turn your head in a messy place. “I want to be part of your life and Margaret’s.”

He wants to stick around, he wants to be greeted by you and Margaret each time he comes back from a mission. He wants to give Margaret the childhood he never had. And, he wants to fulfill every little dream you and he may have.

“I want to wake up next to you each morning. To Margaret telling us she's hungry in her own way.” He's always been a man of few words, but in this moment he could recite the whole bible if he wanted.

“I want to put Margaret to sleep every day just like I did today. And I want to sleep next to you every night, knowing that you're safe.”

“I don't want you to be a memory.” His lips move to the side of your face, daring to kiss your cheeks in a sweet manner. “I want you to be my whole life.”

Smoothly and with ease, his words fall from his lips while his tempo never falters. His thumb now softly rubs your skin, where his hand is located to support your back in the dance.

He'd want to take pride and tell you he's that good with words. However, many times he has rehearsed this speech that if he had stumbled on his words he'd have let the earth swallow him.

And as the song came to an end, so did Leon’s confession.

A few seconds of silence create the worst nightmare in Leon's imagination. He could already hear your words telling him you don't feel the same that you're already in love with someone else or—

Your knuckles caress Leon’s face, feeling the growing stubble on his cheek and jaw. The sensation of being touched like this has been a long-distance memory that he's completely forgotten what being loved felt like.

He now feels both of your hands cupping his face, prompting him to look you in the eyes. His blue eyes lock with yours and admire the softest of expressions drawn on your face.

As he gazes into you, he can only think how in love he is. And what a good life awaits for him.

And what feels like both an eternity and a split second, your lips connect with his in a tender yet meaningful kiss. One that he's been expecting after all this time.

The one is indeed not a myth.

AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: I had so much fun writing this. There's something about found family that makes me all soft and sappy lmao. And sorry if my despiction about cops is wrong... I've never set foot in the US so spare your writer the embarrassment. Anyway, I hope you all have a beautiful day! No matter if you spend it with your lover, friends or alone. (Dividers are from: @/cafekitsune)

💬 SHADESOFLSK: Comments, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 8 months

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I saw your requests were closed But I really couldn't help sharing one. I hope you do like the idea :)

So what about a Charles × Wolff/Hamilton reader where she is working in Health care but has a new boss recently and he passes inappropriate comments/threats etc about her and acts out of line, which keeps on escalating (As dramatic and much as you want it to) and she doesn't tell him or anyone and starts behaving irratically and is scared, but one day it was too much or he finds out about it on accident and is angry at first at her for not sharing and then is all protective and possessive and does something about it.

One shot/ Series. Honey anything to read any version of this would be just 🤌🏻

Thank you ❤️🥹

Your Safe Place || CL16

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!Wolff!reader Warnings: 18+ only, injuries, bullying, panic attack WC: 3.3k F1 Masterlist

Translations: ma (petite) louve - my (little) wolf || chérie - sweetheart || putain - fuck || je t’aime (aussi) - I love you (too) || Quel salopard - what an asshole

The second you closed the front door you could finally breathe again. Taking a moment to just settle after the day you had endured, you pressed your back to the door and closed your eyes. It was like you told your younger patients when they were feeling stressed: smell the flower, blow out the candle. Inhale through your nose, exhale out your mouth.

Peace calmed your mind as you smelt the dinner Charles had made, your plate kept warm in the oven like he did whenever your shift ran overtime. That was an almost daily occurrence, especially with the new boss. You took another breath to clear your mind before it could return to the man who was single handedly making you regret your entire career choice.

"Hey-oh," Charles caught himself before he could hug you, spotting the blood on your scrubs. "You, uh, have a little something-" You looked down where he gestured, his nose wrinkling at the sight.

"It's fine," you said as you dropped your bag to the floor and pulled the shirt off. "It's mine, not a patient."

He nodded with relief as he took it from you to put in the washing machine but then it dropped as he realised what you had said and took a closer look at you. "Ma louve, what happened?" his fingers were gentle as they guided your face up to the light and he saw the bruising around your nose. "Putain, you're hurt."

"It was an accident," you said softly as you took his hands from your face and stepped into his embrace. "Cassia just had an episode, you know how it is, she didn't know what she was doing."

He wasn't appeased by the answer as he led you to the kitchen where he sat you down before checking your dinner was still warm enough to eat. "Where was security?"

You were grateful his back was to you as he reheated the pasta, something he hated having to do since it was never as good as when it was fresh. You had grimaced, wondering the very same thing at the time. They should have been close in the ward but with the new boss, expenditure was more important than safety and the budget had been cut in half the moment he started.

"They got there as fast as they could." It wasn't a lie. They had run all the way from the maternity ward on the floor above but you had already reset your broken nose by the time they arrived. She had quickly calmed after a dose of haloperidol and been apologetic when she realised her actions while delirious. “I’m fine, Char.”

Diana sighed as she bandaged your wrist, a look of pity in her eyes as she shook her head. “Why do you stay? It’s not like you need the money, hun.”

You tested the range of movement and winced at the sharp pain, just another incident to add to the growing list. “What good does quitting do? You guys would just be another nurse down and it would put more pressure on an already crumbling system.”

The older nurse patted your hand before standing up and putting the left over roll of gauze away. “You’re too kind, but sometimes you have to put yourself first.”

You should have taken the rest of the day off but there were rounds to finish and call bells ringing left, right and centre. It was only when you couldn’t ignore your rumbling stomach any longer that you really took a proper look at your watch and saw your shift had finished over an hour ago.

“Katrina called in sick, I need you to stay on,” Tommy said without a simple hello when he caught you alone in the staff room.

“I can’t,” you replied as you grabbed your bag with your good hand, “it’s my dad’s birthday - we’re going out to dinner.”

“I don’t give a shit if you’re having dinner with the Crown Prince himself, we need you here.”

“Albert may actually be there,” you mused as you started to leave, but an arm blocked the doorway.

“Your yearly review is due next week, and I would hate to have to make a note of insolence, poor attitude and lack of empathy for others. We are short on staff and it’s not like you have children at home.”

That had been the only reason you took some extra shifts when you could manage it, because there were nurses like Katrina who had two young ones and they often fell ill with colds and flus from their daycare. It meant you had to become the automatic fall guy when any other member of staff couldn’t make it - but that was what the on-call nurses were for, except…

“Maybe we wouldn’t be short staffed if you didn’t get rid of the on-call contractors, or if you hired more nurses like we were promised two years ago,” you snapped without thinking, your hunger and exhaustion removing the filter that stopped you from having the temper your father did. Or, passion, as he liked to call it - a Wolff trait.

“So this is my fault?” he scoffed. “Nurses cost money. You might not know this, but money doesn’t grow on trees.”

You rolled your eyes at the reminder that you grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth, but that didn’t mean you were the spoiled daughter everyone who didn’t know you thought you were. You had studied hard and put in the effort to become a nurse because you wanted to help people. Tommy only cared about the profit.

“Healthcare shouldn’t be about money,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “It should be about helping the people who need it.”

“Then ask daddy dearest to make a donation, sweetcheeks,” he mocked as he pinched your cheek like a child. “That’s the only way you’ll get your precious nurses.”

You slapped his hand away from your face and ducked out the door before he could stop you but his voice echoed along the cold sterile corridor, “I hope you like night shifts, you’re going to be on them for a very long time.”

“You wouldn't,” you turned with a gasp. Charles' timetable was erratic but unless he was out of the country for a race he would always make the effort to be home by the time your shift ended.

“I would.” He chuckled and left in the opposite direction, pointing back to the staff room as he went. “You can leave at the midnight swap.”

Sighing with defeat and tears stinging your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the bag and sent an apologetic text to your father for missing his dinner party.

By the time midnight arrived your feet were aching and you had nearly emptied the vending machine of snacks to stave off your hunger. It wasn’t far from the hospital to the apartment you shared with Charles but it felt like a million miles when you stepped out into the cold night.

You pulled your jacket tighter around your body and shivered as you started off, your head down and hood up. You were so focused on just putting one foot in front of the other you didn’t see the shadow join you until a hand grabbed you and you screamed with terror as you were pulled into their chest.

“Ma louve, it’s me,” Charles soothed as he pulled your hoodie back and saw the tears in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I, I,” you stammered as you tried to unscramble the thoughts in your head.

“Shh, I’m sorry, I called out to you like three times. I shouldn’t have grabbed you, that was stupid,” he chided himself.

“No, no, I’m sorry, I was in a world of my own.” You finally took notice of your surroundings and saw the car park was almost empty and none of the cars were his Pista. “What are you doing here? Did you walk?”

“I didn’t want you walking alone at this hour,” he said with a kiss on your forehead. “You’re shaking, ma chérie.”

“It was a long day,” you murmured as you yawned, resting your head on his shoulder as he gently rocked you. “I think I have more coffee in my system than blood right now.”

“You can’t keep this up, my love, you are going to burn out.”

You pulled out of his embrace and started down the footpath so he didn’t see the tears begin to escape. “I’m fine, Char. I can handle it.”

It was Charles' home race and you had promised him you would join him in Ferrari this year. It was one of the few races you could always attend, managing your shifts around it so you never missed it, and all week you had seen the city setting up for the pride and joy of Monaco.

Dawn was breaking on the big day and it looked like it was going to be a stunner as the sky turned blue and you left the hospital after yet another night shift. Tommy had found a way to make your life miserable and your shifts were constantly changing just to upset your mentality and circadian rhythm. You could barely tell morning from night when it always looked the same blue hues, same cool temperatures, the only indication was which side of the city was glowing, east or west.

“Good morning, baby,” you greeted as you wrapped your arms around Charles and kissed his shoulder as you found him at the bench making breakfast, already wearing his bright red Ferrari uniform. “How did you sleep?”

“Not bad. Would have been better with you,” he said as he turned to face you, his head dipping down to indulge in a kiss. You giggled as you saw a few crumbs of toast caught in the short hairs of his beard and brushed them away. “Thank you.”

“Now you can kiss me.”

The doorbell rang and he reluctantly released you from his arms to go answer it, his finger pointing to the second plate you hadn’t noticed. “Eat, amour.”

You hummed happily as you grabbed the toast and took a bite, casting a wave to Andrea as he walked in with Charles.

“You look half dead, Wolff,” his trainer said with a worried look.

“She just got in from a shift, and will be going to bed as soon as she has eaten, right?” Charles said pointedly while you rolled your eyes.

“Does he boss you around this much?” you asked Andrea, making him chuckle as he shook his head.

“No, but he doesn’t love me the same way.”

“Who said I love you at all?”

“You do, every time you get a podium,” Andrea pointed out seriously.

You nearly choked on the mouthful as you tried not to laugh at the truth. Charles was very affectionate when he was celebrating, and you hoped he would have an entire night of it after today's race. Unfortunately you wouldn’t be able to share it with him since you were due back at the hospital at 7pm for another 12 hour night shift. You had tried to find someone to swap with but Tommy had made it clear there would be consequences - all because you questioned his qualifications.

You hadn’t been able to quiet any more, not when you had the imprint of a patient's dental records on your forearm from when they bit you. You started dreading going to work, somewhere that should have been a safe place, a refuge for those needing help had become the opposite for you. It was bordering on dangerous and you had to say something.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have said it in the morning meeting in front of dozens of staff, but you had serious doubts about his ‘people skills’ and wanted to know where he got his management degree from. Suggesting it was from Hogwarts, because it must be a thing of fantasy, may have been a step too far.

You were now paying for those words.

You still stood by them.

You still hadn’t told Charles.

He would only worry, or suggest taking a sabbatical. Yes, you longed to travel with him to his races and show your support, but you didn’t feel there was any way to contribute to society with that life. Nursing gave you a sense of purpose and fulfilment that you were certain you couldn’t feel just being the driver’s girlfriend, or the principal’s daughter.

“Hey,” Charles roused you softly and you realised you were starting to fall asleep while eating. “Let’s get you to bed, ma petite louve.”

You were already closing your eyes before your head hit the pillow but you felt his lips warm your forehead. “I love you. I’ll see you in the garage,” you mumbled as sleep took over.

“Je t’aime aussi.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you swore as you scrambled out of the bed and pulled on the first outfit you could find, a pair of comfortable jeans and a Ferrari shirt with Leclerc across the back with the number 16. There were dozens of missed calls and even more text messages but do not disturb had automatically turned on and you had forgotten to stop the setting. Today of all days you wanted to be disturbed.

Out on the street you could already hear the high keening of the cars racing around the city and you dashed through the thick crowds to get to the paddock. You hadn’t even remembered to grab your pass as you left in a rush but for once you were thankful someone recognised you and let you through.

“Arthur, how is he doing?” you panted as you reached the Ferrari garage and grabbed the headset he held out.

“Not the best start, he was a little distracted I think. You should probably let him know you are here.”

You agreed and went to the desk at the back rather than the main set up on the pit wall, quietly asking them to connect your headset to Charles. They were hesitant but there was no need for a pit stop any time soon since he had fresh tires so they made the adjustments to the channels.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

“You had me worried, little wolf.”

“That sounds so strange to hear in English,” you giggled, knowing the rules of the comms meant he couldn’t speak French on them. “I just wanted to let you know I made it so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” he said and you didn’t need to see his face to know he was smiling. “I’ll see you soon.”

The final 12 laps went almost as quickly as your nails, the nervous habit ruining them under the stress of the tight street circuit and close calls. Every time his car went flying through the sharp corners around the pool you were sure you were going to see him crash and your heart could barely take it. You ripped the headset off and rushed out of the garage as a wave of nausea crashed over you.

“Are you alright?” Arthur asked when he caught up to you in Charles’ driver room, a bottle from his fridge pressed to your clammy forehead. Your hands could barely keep it steady as the shook uncontrollably and you ended up letting it fall to the floor with a thud as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t answer him as you struggled to pull air into your lungs, the screams of the crowd outside doing little to calm the panic gripping you. Dropping your head between your knees, you tried to keep from fainting but you could feel your heartbeat in your head, the throb sounding in time to the darkening pulse invading your vision until it all faded to black.

“You’re not listening, mate, she cannot come to work. She fucking passed out from exhaustion.”

“Then she should have been sleeping and not wasting her time watching some cars go around in circles. If she doesn't show up tonight, tell her not to bother showing up ever again.”

“She won’t,” Charles ended the call and slammed your phone down. “Quel salopard!”

The anger on Charles' face softened when he saw your eyes opening and he rushed across the room, his race suit still tied around his waist. “Don’t move, just lay down, ma louve. You need to rest,” he whispered as he knelt on the floor beside the couch you were lying on, his fingers brushing your cheek bone. “Arthur’s gone to get Toto.”

You couldn’t tell if minutes or days had passed and trying to think felt like trekking through a swamp of sludge in your mind. “The race?”

“4th.” He pressed his palm to your head and ran it over your hair feeling the damp heat on his skin. “You’ve sweat almost as much as me, mamour. You should have stayed home if you weren’t feeling well.”

You shook your head and it cleared some of the haze that hindered your cognitive ability. “I’m not sick, I just had…a moment. But I’m fine now.”

“A moment?” he asked with a frown. “What type of moment? And don’t tell me you are fine, you are clearly not and you haven’t been fine for months. Talk to me, please.”

The pleading, the puppy eyes, the way he dropped his head to your shoulder like he was defeated, it crested into a tsunami of emotion that broke the wall you had built between your personal life and your work life. The two worlds crashed together and the sob broke his heart as you crumbled apart in front of him.

The wave of truth crashed upon him and everything you had tried to keep from him for the past six months was lifted from your conscience as you confessed it all. You told him about the stress you were under, the bullying you had faced and the danger you were in each night with nearly no support or security.

You had been in a long sleeve when you went to bed but now you were in his shirt and he could see the latest wound marring your flesh, the impression of teeth setting to bruises.

Horror painted his features as he absorbed it all, then it turned to anger, hot rage as his clenched fists turned his knuckles white. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with quiet restraint. “Pourquoi?”

You swallowed and shrank back into the couch as you felt that anger aimed at you. The shaking started again, a fine tremor coursing through your body until it reached your teeth and they chattered as a cold sweat broke out.

“Fuck, no, bébé, please,” Charles cursed as he unclenched his fists and reached for you only to freeze as you flinched. “Please, I would never hurt you. I’m not angry at you.”

“Yes, you are,” you whispered.

“Okay, I’m a little bit angry you didn’t tell me sooner. We are meant to share everything, no?” You nodded meekly. “But I would never hurt you, ma louve. I’m angry at myself, I should have noticed, I should have, I don’t know…I failed you.”

“I was scared. You would make me quit if you knew.”

His head lifted and confusion swum in those green eyes of his. “Why would you want to work for that asshole?”

“I like my job, I like what I do, Charles.” You looked away from the intensity of his stare. “I don’t know who I am without it.”

“Oh, chérie, you would still be the same selfless, kind, beautiful woman you are right now. That is who you are, and that will never change.” When he reached for you this time you let him take your hands and he kissed your knuckles before holding them to his chest. “I think it’s time to prove it to you.”

You sighed and gave him a small nod. “I think you might be right.”

The sound of relief he made brought a smile to your face and he returned it with a guilty one. “That’s a relief,” he admitted with a nervous chuckle, “because I think I got you fired.”

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joking-suggestions · 7 months

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Albedo A-Z Fluff Alphabet

prompt list by @/imagineimagineimagine

!!! : gn reader. might be present grammar mistakes. i apologise, since english is not my first language.

I just love this man too much, I have to create my own headcanons because consuming his media online is not enough-

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner? Physically and Mentally)

I think that Albedo is not a person who pays much attention to physical appearance, for him it would be something that would be secondary and would only get added value if he was already taken with someone, as we've already seen in the game (in fact, he tells us more than once that he likes intelligent people). Albedo values mentality, so he'd be particularly attracted to someone who's open-minded, smart, even better if they can play along with his mindset, and whom he can have complex and profound conversations with, someone who can offer him new points of view, inspire and stimulate him, not only in his work, but also in his daily life. Intelligence is what really attracts him, physical appearance comes after. For him beauty is all a matter of attitude.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I don't think Albedo ever thought about starting his own family before he had a romantic partner, he's just too busy with his job that he wouldn't have the time to dedicate to it properly. and Albedo already has Klee, who's like a little sister to him, therefore a family to dedicate his attention and care to since she's a young child. however, after finding a partner, i don't deny that the thought of starting something of his own with them would cross his mind at least once, but it would just be a sterile thought, imagining a concept that is impossible. Because of his non-human nature, Albedo is unable to procreate. He is aware that it's not his fault, because he knows that it wasn't him who decided how to give birth, but sometimes he can't help but feel a little guilty, especially in the case his s/o particularly wanted to have a child. if his partner doesn't want children, so much the better (after all, he'd be the first to know that there's no traditional way to have a family... if we look closely at his family tree, lol). He just wishes to have the person he loves by his side to be happy, and Klee, of course. After all, being a family means being good together and being able to rely on each other without anyone being left behind, regardless of blood ties, right?

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

for him, cuddling with his s/o would be a way to regenerate and relax after a long, stressful day. it'd be a sweet moment, a little blurred by sleep and tiredness, but very deep and intimate. some evenings he might seem more sensual than others (and so getting carried even further than that). albedo likes to rest his head on his partner's shoulder or chest, as if seeking comfort or protection from them. he would give gentle kisses wherever his lips could land, play with his partner's hair, lose himself in the scent of their skin and clothes, often collapsing in their arms (he looks so adorable istg).

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)

whatever his partner desires, so does him. First and foremost, Albedo wants to make the other person happy, to be able to live carefree and at peace by their side, to discover new things together, to explore the world together, to experience new adventures by each other's side.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

For Albedo, his partner would be his muse, his source of inspiration, his safe haven, his home, his certainty, what makes reality more beautiful to face.

F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)

Albedo noticed almost immediately that he felt different in the presence of this particular person. how shall i put it? he didn't feel the same as usual. he wouldn't even know how to properly explain the strange sensations running through his body, from butterflies in his stomach to his pounding heart. there is something - some kind of force majeure - that draws him to them. he feels the need to be in their company even when they are not present, as they take up most of his time and often distract him from his work. this seemed strange to him already, but other people from the outside also started pointing out that lately, the chief alchemist seemed head over heels in love. when kaeya started teasing him about whether he had fallen in love or not... it was like an epiphany for albedo, like he had discovered something he might have known all along. not only that, but Klee herself asked him if he had feelings for (name), leaving him completely stunned and unable to deny it any longer. at this point, albedo could no longer lie to himself, having searched within himself for as many answers as possible. what seemed impossible to him was actually the irrefutable truth. Love. it had always been there, maybe he really had always known it, but he didn't know if it was right to admit it to himself first, despite his incessant curiosity to explore this new and nameless feeling that did so much good to his heart.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

of course Albedo is a very grateful person. both to life for putting this person trough his path, and for all the things they do for him; from taking care of him, to listening to him when he ramble on for hours about incomprehensible subjects, to understanding and accepting him for who he is. albedo didn't even believe it was possible that such a person could exist in this world and still love him. of course, he tries his best to show that gratitude because he knows it wouldn't be fair otherwise.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Albedo is a person full of secrets and we know that very well. however, when he starts to trust someone, he tends to open up more. of course, it is not easy to gain his trust. Albedo is a very selective and in order to open up completely to someone, he has to feel that this person is different from the others. obviously in a relationship he'd feel that it would be only right to let the other person know basic things about himself, because a relationship must be built on mutual trust and honesty, it wouldn't be fair to hide anything from his partner. then slowly (probably already in the friendship stages) albedo would start to open up and reveal more aspects of himself, probably even the darker ones, but only when he's sure that he won't be rejected and that he can trust his other half completely.

I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)

outwardly, albedo would appear calm, placid and logical as usual, but actually, he would be trying to maintain a rational composure in order to react in the best possible way and help his beloved. in reality, inside albedo would be panicking, frozen with the total terror of losing the love of his life. thoughts of all kinds would be running through his mind. luckily, Albedo is good at regulating his emotions and would try to channel them into action in order to defend his beloved from danger and then to help them with love and whatever else they may need. although he would seem to be handling the situation in the best possible way, you would still notice the anxiety through his worried look and the trembling in his voice and hands, at least until he would be completely sure that the danger is gone.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

albedo is not a person who is prone to jealousy, but if he was, he wouldn't let it show. for example, if his partner were particularly affectionate with someone, i couldn't deny that he'd sometimes feel a gnawing feeling in his stomach. he wouldn't be able to explain it at first, but the thought of being abandoned, or of his favourite person choosing someone else over him, would embitter him. of course, Albedo would still try to maintain his typical rationality, but sometimes you can tell from some of his cold looks and answers that he is actually jealous. however, he would do his best to keep it to himself, and only if the situation became unbearable he'd talk about it. this is because he'd not want to worry his beloved, he has great faith in them and their love.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Albedo's kisses can have different shades: sometimes they are sweet, full of love, the kind that seems pure and can only be found in fairy tales, the ones that express affection and last only a few moments, but still leave you with a sweet warm sensation in your heart. other times (very often, especially when you are alone) they are the slightly sensual kisses that make you feel wanted, that express hunger, love, a slight possessiveness. albedo loves to be kissed on the lips, especially when these kisses make him feel wanted, even if it's just a simple greeting. other kisses he loves to give and receive are those on the neck. if you kiss that diamond mark on his neck? he will be yours forever.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

i think that would depend very much on what kind of person Albedo would find as a partner. before saying something like that, Albedo would want to have some confidence. not that this phrase has no value to him, on the contrary, but he would want to be sure that this phrase is clear and unequivocal. in any case, i think Albedo could very likely be the first to confess.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

for albedo, there would be many beautiful moments to remember, many firsts, many new beginnings; their first meeting, the first time his partner bonded with klee, their first fight during an adventure, their first kiss. for albedo, they would all be things to treasure in his heart, all moments of shared happiness that he would never forget.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

albedo is not a stingy person, but at the same time he is not materialistic. ergo, for him, gifts would not be just material things, like expensive, worthless things bought in some fancy shop just because they are "trendy". of course, he would have no problem giving his s/o gifts, buying them something he saw them looking at so longingly. but for him, the gifts of real value are the moments they spend together, the things he can make with his own hands, because he is an alchemist and an artist. so what he is able to create can not be compared to anything that can be bought with money. if his loved one wants a new dress, Albedo would be able to design and craft it for them. he would draw them a lot and dedicate many of his inventions to them. in this respect, he would certainly shower them with gifts. gifts whose value can not even be determined, so deep is the love that goes into them.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

i think it is quite obvious when Albedo is in love. first of all, he seems more distracted than usual (this particular person takes up a lot more space in his mind) and for Sucrose and Timeous it would be obvious that something with their master is off, especially because in the presence of this person he'd become much more attentive, he'd talk and smile a lot more. it would be a fact that would not go unnoticed by others. a person who is normally as composed and deeply devoted to his work as albedo suddenly seems to be shaken by something new. then it is really true that love makes people blind! Lisa would like to discuss this matter with Jean and point out to her that, contrary to the grand master's expectations, the boy is not actually ill, but just in love. for Albedo, on the other hand, everything would seem normal, but in reality the people closest to him would be very aware of the novelty - hell, even Klee managed to notice that there was something unusual about her brother! especially because when that person is in the albedo zone, he will look for any excuse to be in their presence, to talk to them, to discuss alchemy with them, to show them his latest drawings or his newest experiments. these are subtle things, but to a loner like albedo, they mean a lot. it means that he feels comfortable in the presence of that person.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

i imagine albedo would use things like "love", "darling" and "honey" a lot. The more corny ones like "sweetheart", "my Cecilia", "my queen/princess or prince/king" would be saved for rarer, special, particularly emotional occasions.

Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)

albedo is a person who asks a lot of questions. sometimes he just wants to know his s/o's opinion about something, sometimes he asks deep questions, but most of all he asks a lot of strange things. things that frighten you and make you wonder how the hell they got into his head. after all, what do you expect to find in the head of a genius?

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

usually, when albedo has to work, not even the rain can stop him. however, if he could, he would much rather to stay at home to avoid colds (at least for his partner, considering that he rarely gets sick). it would be an excuse to be together, cuddle under the blankets and watch the rain, and only when the storm has passed they can go out and explore the fruits of the earth's rebirth.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?

albedo, contrary to what many people expect, is good at understanding human emotions, even if he is still learning how to manage them. he doesn't usually feel sad very often, unless he is reminded of his master. but he is good at chasing away his sadness by distracting himself with other things, like work and the people who love him. then again, having managed a child for so long, he knows the secrets of cheering people up all the more....although maybe it works differently for adults. in any case, he would have his own strange little ways of offering support to his beloved, offering them ways to talk and let off steam, and then doing all their favourite activities together. albedo would be close to them, affectionate, and he'd even cook them something good to cheer them up. albedo is actually a very caring and supportive boyfriend.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Albedo loves to talk about his experiments, he'd go on for hours about them, and the fact that his partner would be willing to listen to him would only make him fall even more in love. he loves talking a lot about klee too. albedo is the kind of person who is open to everything, with him you could talk about deep, somewhat philosophical things, exploring the meaning of life, of the universe, gradually moving into strange, indefinable, absurd and sometimes even abstract things. he'd be willing to talk about scientific things, sometimes diving into detailed and nerdy explanations about the mechanics of the world. then I like to think there would also be that good dose of gossip because it never hurts. what did kaeya do today to upset albedo, for example? but let's face it, he'd love to talk to his s/o about anything.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

i repeat, albedo is actually a very empathetic and emotionally intelligent person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to deal with children so well. i have no idea why the genshin fandom sees him as an emotionless robot. of course he would get to know his partner inside out and take note of their every trait and mannerism, he'd try to understand them deeply in order to understand and help them. he's the kind of guy who doesn't make you feel lonely, who will stand by you and help you, but who will also give you practical advice on how to deal with a problem and offer his help where it's needed.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

albedo tends to give the right amount of space to everything in his life: work, family, but also his relationship. especially after finding the love of his life he would try to learn to be more balanced with work as well, to give the right amount of space to the people he loves. each of these things has an important place in his life, but he could not deny that his family and his relationship are probably the two most important values to him.

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

to be honest, albedo would think about it for a while, he would not find marriage absolutely necessary at first, he would be happy just to live together without giving in to social pressure. but once he is convinced, he would certainly make a very deep and emotional proposal. It would happen during a moment of vulnerability, of loneliness between him and his beloved, while they are out walking or having a good time together. he'd have to feel that it is the right moment, that it's the time. i won't even hide the fact that he would feel a little nervous before getting down on one knee. wait, does everything have to be done in the traditional way? at the fateful moment, he would whisper those words, almost as if they were powerful magic. the moment would be intimate and magical in its simplicity. he probably wouldn't propose right away, he would rather wait a few years after starting the relationship, but when he will be sure, he wouldn't back down. the ceremony probably wouldn't even be that big and ostentatious. if anything, something nice and simple where only the closest people could attend, but still romantic and beautiful. a memorable day for everyone. even the chief alchemist got married, crazy, right?

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

albedo would find it difficult to let go at first, as everything in a relationship is new to him. How exactly is he supposed to behave? but once he is comfortable, he would certainly become very affectionate. certainly very touch starved, as he has never received enough affection and care in his life. this is especially true in private. outdoor, he'd be more reserved and his displays of affection would be more subtle unless his partner isn't bold enough to be affectionate in public. This would probably make albedo a little uncomfortable at a first (it would also depend on how and how much his s/o is affectionate), but over time he would begin to appreciate and reciprocate, albeit very slowly. you will need to be patient with him.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)

mainly by keeping busy with work, which helps him distract himself just enough. but in the moments when even that is not enough he dedicates himself to painting his beloved, at least to remember their face and recall the memories they shared by imprinting them on canvas.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

albedo is a very busy man, so it would depend on the reason behind this distance. but of course he would be willing to do anything for reasons of force majeure. he'd do everything in his power to ensure that this relationship will last.

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kp-alice · 10 months

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size kink with mingyu ?

Hi! I'm guessing you're sending this for my ongoing sub!svt event, but please read the instructions again!! I'm writing about who would be into certain kinks, not about specific member-kink combinations people send me!!

I'll accept it this time, though, because I like discussing this specific kink anyway, lol. Enjoy!

Oh and lastly - two of these automatically assume you're smaller/shorter than the member in question, mainly because I'm not sure how many people out here are noticeably bigger than them, haha. The rest can go either way, though! Hope that's okay.

SIZE KINK WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Okay, I admit, I agree with you on who'd take first place for this kink. There's just no way it isn't Mingyu, lol. Anyone who's watched this man for at least a little bit (and noticed his suspicious tendency of dropping to his knees and generally making himself appear smaller) can easily see that size kink is absolute Mingyu territory. He already pegs me as the type to want someone who can toss him around a bit, but having said person be considerably smaller/weaker/both than him?? That's Mingyu's heaven right there. Not only is the physical difference satisfying to look at, but it perfectly underlines the whole humiliation of being (very willingly) overpowered by someone else.

So please, take note of how adoringly he looks up at you whenever you have him on his knees, and make good use of it in the future. Laugh in his face as you push your foot down on his crotch, tug him down to your level by his hair when talking, restrain his hands with your smaller one and roam his broad chest to your heart's content - he'll love it just as much as you, if not more <3

For the most part, Wonwoo belongs here for the same reason as Mingyu. Like him, Wonwoo would love the deliciously embarrassing contrast between your sizes, especially when you're on top of him. He'd watch with curious yet meek eyes as you get comfortable in his lap, smoothing your gentle hands across the expanse of his chest, only to make him let out a startled pained noise as you scratch your nails all the way down, leaving a beautiful row of hot, red lines across his skin.

However, that's not the only reason he'd like your smaller size. Because besides the purely sexual, almost masochistic appeal of it, the difference is also kind of comforting for Wonwoo. Knowing that he's willingly letting you take over, yet could actually break free from you if he tried, makes him subconsciously feel more comfortable and calm. It's not like he doesn't trust you, of course not! It's just that the softness of your size would help him ease into a submissive headspace a lot easier, allowing him to be more vulnerable with you and finally let you pamper him without feeling bad about it. In a way, your presence evokes the softest side of Wonwoo, because when he sees you and your gentle frame, no matter how intense the scene is, he knows he's always safe with you.

Woozi can go both ways. If you're taller/bigger than him, he'll tend to fall into a more obedient and subservient, almost desperate-to-please subspace. Unlike in his daily life, he'd actually enjoy feeling small next to you because he knows you'll never make fun of him for it and cherish him just the way he is - and in return, you've earned his utmost loyalty and submission.

On the other hand, if you're shorter/smaller than him, Woozi will find himself feeling a lot softer and more peaceful around you. You don't look down on him like a lot of other people do (mainly physically, but in other ways as well), and that knowledge gives him a lot of unspoken comfort. With you, he can become as small and vulnerable as he wants without fearing any judgment from you.

Either way, the size difference between you and Woozi is mainly a thing of comfort for him and he cherishes it dearly <3

Lastly, I also feel like Seungcheol might enjoy the size difference, though definitely not as strongly as the others. With him, it's more so just one day noticing how small/big you look on top of him and going "Huh, neat." in his head before moving on. In other words, for him, it's more of an appreciation than a kink per se, lol.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥

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deathbxnny · 10 months

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☆《Mha boys dating a civilian!Reader》☆

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A/N: So uhh... this is self-indulgent and a small cry for help, because I would love to write requests for other fandoms than just hsr and yeah... I just want to write for something else for once and am brain rotting hard, so forgive me- (If you're curious about what other fandoms I'm willing to write for, check my request info!)

Featured characters: Izuku Midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo

Content: Slight angst if you squint, fluff, established relationships, reader being a civilian, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Izuku Midoriya

He genuinely appreciates your existence in his life so much. He's always so busy with hero and quirk training, that it can sometimes consume his very existence. Something that starts to become very draining to him over time, despite loving what he does. So being with you is like a much needed break from everything going on in his life.

He can escape the stress and pressure with you, as your life is so much more calm and mundane than his. It doesn't stop you worrying over him though, since you know very well how dangerous his life sometimes can be. But he always reassures you that he'll be fine, that he'll always come back to you after a fight. He tries making time for you and makes sure you know how much he appreciates you during your dates.

You're his second best thing to talk about after Allmight and he genuinely cannot shut up about you either. He loves telling everyone about your normal life. It's comforting and motivates him to do even better at training, so that you can keep your peaceful life and live without any worries. It also makes him glad that you aren't a hero, as he already worries about your safety daily. But there is nothing for you to worry about, as your hero boyfriend will keep you safe no matter what!

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》Katsuki Bakugo

He's surprised at how fast he fell for you, when it should've been the other way around. Despite the fact that you were a hero or anything, he still felt oddly connected to you, something he thought about often even after months of dating. He didn't get what about you made him so attached, but he doesn't necessarily complain either, surprisingly. Instead, he feels pride in the fact that you appreciate him for all the training and work he does. His ego just inflates even more through you, but you're at least somewhat spared from his arrogance.

He likes that you are just a civilian, mainly due to him being able to show off that way. He likes impressing you and cares about your opinion alot, despite denying it. He's grumpy whenever you ask him to go out, but will show up fully prepared with flowers in hand, as he complains about you interrupting an important training session for this. You ofcourse know that he was willing to drop anything for you anyways, so you never take his words seriously.

He dismisses all of your worries and gets slightly offended. He's strong and powerful, so what are you even worried about? He's unbeatable! Besides, if anything, he should be worried about you. You may be a weakling in his eyes, but you are his weakling and therefore protected better than anyone else in this world.

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》Shoto Todoroki

Todoroki was unsure of how to be around you at first, especially after he began dating you. He always only knew the life of having to be the perfect hero and therefore didn't really know how to deal with your calm and mundane life. You were such opposites, that it deeply comforted him. You taught him about normal everyday life stuff, something he greatly enjoyed learning about at your side.

Your dates were something he always looked forward to everyday and he made it very clear at that. You gave him a sense of normalcy he missed and for that he was grateful. But that also made him more protective over you, as he didn't want you to ever get hurt. It's the last thing he ever wanted. He is surprised at your constant worry however. Sure, he was the one putting himself in immideate danger all the time. But you were the one he cared about the most.

He takes pride in you, even if you don't have anything special going for you. The fact that you're so kind and normal drew him to you and so he's more than willing to repay his kindness by training hard every day for you. He wants to prove that he is a good boyfriend and hero to you, as you practically motivate him to do something good with his life for once. You're the peaceful light in his dark world and for you, he'd do anything.

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A/N: Ah I feel much better... honestly, mha request are very much open and so is anything else on my request info list... please spare me and forgive me for going off my usual hsr theme for a little moment. But God... I'm so burnt out, I just wanted to write for something else. So I hope that's fine with you guys. Please let me know, if you don't like it. :((

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #mha x Reader #mha x y/n #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugo x reader #mha izuku midoriya #mha izuku x reader #mha shoto todoroki #mha todoroki x reader #bnha #mha

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NEUVILLETTE AS YOUR TEACHER

All characters are over eighteen years old, mention of other game characters, reader is the opposite to Neuvillette. No distribution allowed. Last paragraph is an unhealthy attachment and father figure also. Translate or reblog is alright, but only if you remember, that I may ask you to delete if I would not alright with your blog. Thank you. SMUT. I also do not know, why there are black symbols in pink themes... The place I will most of all.

Neuvillette subject is law.

Most likely, he works as a professor, since he himself graduated from the law faculty of the academy and worked the necessary couple of years in his specialty. After ten years as a judge, which shows us his "advanced" age, he suddenly realized that it would also be a good idea to show and tell people about the law.

Of course, he considered himself more of a "punisher", a voice of "justice", but perhaps there was something else that pushed him to make such a difficult decision as changing his qualifications. So, using his connections, paperwork was quickly turned a blind eye to, and Neuvillette was eagerly hired as a teacher. Thus, Rector Furina found herself not only an excellent "employee", but also a mouthpiece who would be treated with more respect than she was, because Furina was rather admired as a doll.

Neuvillette treated everyone the same.

He was a judge, damn it, he knows very well what extenuating circumstances are, but he finds the strength not to compromise, but to demand directly, and besides, there is nothing wrong if someone disregards the rules and tasks, because he will have to pay his debts in any case, according to the strictness of the subject. Moreover, a student's "reformed" behavior does not mean that Neuvillette will imbue him with at least a partial interest in destiny.

It's hard for Növilett to tell what interests him at all. People are always around, their lives blending into one stream, and he feels himself to be nothing more than an observer, a voice controlling the waves of fate. How did people in the process of survival come up with culture, if all they had to do was survive, and in the process they managed to explain all those phenomena that used to require the existence of God for the people's peace of mind.

Neuvillette separated himself from the "herd" and in the same way he looked within himself for reasons to be "not the same" person as everyone else. He was superfluous, but not to say that fact bothered him.

There was nothing that put the instructor out of sorts. Students could fight, argue with each other, get into a fight in class, which forced Neuvillette to try on the image of "bad daddy" and, frankly speaking, chew them up worse than in court, but it still did not affect the external and often internal indifference.

Neuvillette doesn't think about relationships until it turns out that there's a faculty member at the university who disregards the rule.

No one guessed that Professor Zhongli had a spiritual connection with a student, especially since he had an extremely large number of "followers" and respectful youth. Nothing went further than denying the rumor of this fact, no one had singled out the professor's special relationship with the girl as romantic, so as it turned out, hiding - if that was the right word - was a lot easier than it could have been. Neuvillette was disgusted by something so unfair. To think of it: a grown realized man and a child-like juvenile.

This formed a very bad reputation about Zhongli in the former judge's mind, if not disgusting, so based on that, there were often questions or misunderstandings between them. Neuvillette had to ignore the irritation for the benefit of mental state and equanimity.

Until you came along. The problem with your relationship was that you were pulling Neuvillette out of the position of 'observer', forcing him to become a participant in the daily life of the students, which was already a novelty.

Naughty girl.

Where you are, there's trouble. All the professors knew it, so you were the last thing anyone expected.

You didn't "walk" into the office with a guilty and apologetic look and an obedient request to skip class, no, you opened the door, forgetting for the thousandth time about the threshold in the classroom, and with a loud slam you fell on the cold boards. Small beads, remotely resembling the contents of a bracelet, ring, and necklace weaving kit, scattered out of the unfortunate shopper. Which meant you'd have to pick them up piece by piece. However, Neuvillette knew that would be the case.'Go to your seat,' Neuvillette sighed with a sense of doom, knowing it was a futile request, 'you can collect your beads later.

'' "Beads." It sounded so funny to follow the teacher's frowning face.For someone to steal them…?'' - you resent, rising to your knees, pulling out the box and carefully beginning to sort through the gold of the collection that had fallen out. Neuvillette stares at you for a long moment - probably ten seconds - before trying to return to the original topic of the lecture, but you beat the man to it:

''Could you help me collect them, please?'' A pure and innocent look, calm, unperturbed. He was left to guess where you got that dispassionate look on your face, considering you were literally the culprit behind the delayed lecture. You were not even a "participant" of the stream, you were as if you had created your own and were moving inside it, dancing, subverting the long-existing wave under yourself, mocking it, and Neuvillette , who was watching the flow of time, for the first time encountered something so unknown and ridiculous. While for some, this ridiculousness was alone a reason to cover their face with their hands and turn away, Neuvillette wanted to get a little closer to her… to study her.

So he sits down to help you. And he doesn't even notice the surprise in your gaze, just gratitude, while the other students try to figure out what's going on.

Neuvillette will make the first move, betraying principles.

You made him feel "wrong". You would come in, make a mess and leave Neuvillette with a strange feeling of confusion, a storm brewing in his chest. Getting into blatant conflicts with students who dared to insult your friends, establishing a reputation as a "rebel" that no one risked approaching lest they get into trouble. The other teachers often discussed in a ratty way at meetings or over lunch how tired they were of your presence in their classes, because you cared about almost nothing, and yet you managed to study for one "excellent".

You challenged the teachers, went to the blackboard to pass and tell the topics, often made fair, but not subordinate to the subordination of reproaches, say, you can not scold for the lack of a change of shoes, if you walk in winter boots with dirty soles. Neuvillette alone did not complain about the naughty behavior, because he felt a barely identifiable interest.

As the man locked his office, he noticed a clumsily leftover sheet on his desk, signed on the back, "In case you suddenly forget what you look like!"

Unfolding the present, Neuvillette raised his eyebrows in surprise when confronted with a pen-drawn copy of himself. At first he compared the fact that you'd been taking notes too enthusiastically today with the gift you'd received, and only then did he realize that this portrait… Barely resembled him. The ridiculous squint, the blotches from smudged ink, the strange attempt to draw out the dark blue strands with a purple pencil, and the jacket that greatly reduced the large shoulders…. He laughed.

''Why are you laughing…? - an indignant voice from the doorway knocked Neuvillette out of his safety rut and you out of your stealth. You were peeping, you naughty girl. The man tilted his head, remaining favorable:

''If I really look like that, I think I should do a couple of preventative lock-ups at home so I don't scare people.'' Probably anyone else would have been offended by such a comment, but you suddenly laughed infectiously, so that Neuvillette couldn't get rid of his smile now:

''Oh, please. What did I study tickets for then…?'' He won't be able to deny himself the pleasure of getting to know you better.

"It's just a healthy interest," he tells himself as he watches you eat.

"I just want to get to know her better," your raging mind convinces you.

"No one will understand her to the extent she needs, so it is my duty to rid myself of unnecessarily wasted time," Neuvillette swears, holding up young men who want to spend more time with you, or sitting them down for the purpose of "writing a quiz."

And, of course, he's nothing like Zhongli. His benevolent interest in you is explained by empathy, not carnal pleasures, and caring for you as if you were… perhaps a child! You're too young to think for yourself and care about your well-being. All the things you say and think are wonderfully sensible ideas, and there's no way Neuvillette would want to change your mind about them, but… what's wrong with him saving your time for you…? It's just a teacher's concern for a promising student.

You'll face all sorts of obstacles before you declare your love.

''Oh, of course Professor Neuvillette is great," you smile, discussing with your friend about the class you've just had, "the only teacher I don't cheat from.

''Shit, and the only teacher I don't cheat from," she sighed, "I want him to like me so much!

''Ugh, I don't know what you're talking about. Professor Neuvillette is so… old. He's probably got an exonerated son on the loose.

''Are you kidding me? Did you even see him, or did you just rub soap in your eyes?'' friend was outraged, defending her love interest. ''He looks about thirty years old, he has such huge shoulders! I saw him at the gym once, and then I was wringing my underwear.''

''Does he go to the gym?''

T''hey say he started after he left his career as a judge. Like he had nowhere else to waste his time. Besides, you can't get such a powerful body without proper exercise!'' "The instructor that female students encounter at the fitness center…" - you chuckled inwardly.

Oh, well, that's it. Neuvillette disappointedly chose not to come out from around the corner. And why should he suddenly have a "son"? And why is he "out of jail"? So in your eyes, he's dishonest? That's a shame. Neuvillette will try to change your opinion of himself before he even knows how to approach it. He'll probably be interested in "younger" clothes that he doesn't really like, but that you might like.

Of course, after you compliment him, he'll change into familiar clothes.

Because your compliment sounded like this:

"Oh, Professor Neuvillette , are you trying to be on the same page with us? Would you like me to draw you?"

And then you draw. And your drawing looks so bad that the jacket that had dragged his shoulders on the previous one suddenly goes back to casual wear.

''You're out of your mind!'' your friend held you by the elbows. ''I'm sorry, but "attending court" is practically a date!''

''What date?'' - you indignantly remove her hands from your body. ''In court? I don't know.''

''He's an ex-judge. Don't you get it?''

''He's yours, not mine to admire," you shake your head in embarrassment, "I'd give you my seat for free, but I can't. Hell, yes. Neuvillette invited you to the trial for educational purposes.

He really thought it was a good idea. In the end, you got carried away with the process, and you didn't even get to have a brief conversation about the charges…

Neuvillette leaned down to your ear, covering your mouth with his hand so no one else could hear, and whispered in a husky, even tone:

"A cheap lawyer often ruins an innocent man's reputation," he said, "because that man didn't commit the crime, but apparently can't defend himself because he was busy doing something he can't, or perhaps criminally, confess to. He has been discreetly set up."

Neuvillette presence made the other judge nervous at questions, so that they often clashed glances. It wasn't surprising in the least, but you felt as if you were strangely influenced by the defense.

"What sentence will they give him?" - you asked, also approaching the man's face in the same way.

"Depends on what sentence he gets from me."

You raise an eyebrow curiously. Apparently he was too powerful a man in the world of law, so much so that even now he had full-fledged reason to run the trial like a hidden engine running the court. Neuvillette stared straight ahead, frowning slightly. Sharp eyes, attentiveness seeping under his tongue with saliva. It was the first time the instructor was so close, your knees literally touching, and you realized what your friend was talking about, referring to the dense body and young but realized face. A plume of a rough, complex perfume also stretched from him.

Neuvillette turned his head toward you, scorching his eyes with ice and questions; is something wrong? Are you nervous? Do you want to go home? He was literally willing to do anything for you.

No rumors, but only because he has an ironclad reputation as a single loner.

He has his admirers who leave him letters with silly contents and sometimes quite dignified ones. He opened them more out of a desire not to miss something important… from you. Nervilette knew your handwriting, so a quick glance was enough before he doomedly threw the letter away.

Why is that? Neuvillette was even too ashamed of foolish hopes, dry and wrong. He had never brought up Zhongli in any way, simply because he knew his feelings were special.

Nevertheless, on one of your usual days, you asked Nyoviletta to walk you home because you suspected that the young man from the linguistics department wanted to follow where you lived, and you directly expressed your doubts about it to your teacher. Of course, he couldn't refuse, nor did he want to. But he also didn't plan on confessing his feelings, knowing that you were uncomfortable with any other guys.

Except that when you pulled the man towards you by his tie, making what must have been a Herculean effort to tilt his spine, when you openly and sincerely kissed Neuvillette on the lips, he was taken aback, not sure what kind of response to give. Is this a test of perversion? Of trust? Should Neuvillette stop you to show you that he is "different" than all your other adorers or victims. But how can you do that, considering the kiss has already dragged on for a long time while he pondered, crumpled. So Neuvilette willingly placed his palm on your waist, pulled you to him, and let the greed rush out.

You changed his world. You had taken him out of the Watchers, made him an inhabitant of your universe, and Neuvillette wanted to stay close to you.

Neuvillette doesn't consider his profession as a profession. He's the voice of the law, and no matter what position he's in, it doesn't shut his mouth. So what's the point of "leaving" office?

Dating is a complicated subject.

The very procedure of 'dating' in Neuvillette mind is solemn, meetings designed for revelations shouldn't take place in a silly place like a university, and it even, he is convinced, undervalues you as individuals.

He'll take you out to a restaurant without the slightest fear of publicity. He doesn't care whether you're a freshman or a senior. Mrs. Furina will also blindly turn a blind eye to your relationship, because she simply doesn't care what Neuvillette does, as long as she keeps all the other university professors and students in her chains. He goes to important events on her behalf, saving time, attending meetings with competitors, solving important problems. If you feed his heart and allow Neuvillette to remain a desirable faculty member, who cares?…?

Of course, most of the female students will simply envy you. A man with an extremely high salary, a luxurious panoramic property in a high-rise, who doesn't let you cry from grief or unhappiness, and who is an unyielding pillar in society, belonged to you. It was yours to use. Carrying his jackets, practically flaunting yourself as Neuvillette's future wife, for example. It all made for a very difficult impression of you as a person.

By the way, they tried to make friends with you, thinking it would help your grades, and sometimes even asked you to put in a good word, which eventually made you angry at the first mention of it. You practically learned that look of a pleading student sneaking up on you "supposedly unintentionally."

You didn't eat lunch at the same table anyway. You didn't stay after class one-on-one, respecting each other's time because each class required proper preparation. Not to say that anything changed, though you tried to keep a cool head toward Neuvillette for the first few weeks because you were nervous about the rumors that were spreading.

Neuvillette is indifferent to your absences.

If you start shamelessly skipping all his lectures and practicals at some point, he's more likely to suspect that something unambiguously bad has happened, and when he finds out that it hasn't, he'll be upset, saying, "Where did I go wrong?"

Nevertheless… keep in mind that Neuvillette will not tolerate consumerism. You'll be doing all your grades on your own. He doesn't want you to blow your brains out at such a young age by not studying.

Cheating will drive Neuvillette into an invisible frenzy.

How low did you have to fall to behave so… badly? It doesn't even have a synonym. It's bad, that's all. It's a dishonest act from the girl that Neuvillette had pinned so much hope on. It's probably his fault for leaning on your relationship almost to the fullest, using it as a reason to get up in the morning, but what else falls under his faults is "bad parenting."

That sounded awful, right?

But the fact that you went from "the only subject I'm learning" to "oh, come on, I know it anyway, it's just to save time" is his sin. Neuvillette has gone overboard with the "privileges", although he doesn't even realize what they are.

If you're the one giving the cheating, he'll zero in on the work of begging, turning a blind eye to you every probably second time, because seeing the shame and guilt on the face of the girl you love is unbearable torture (and also a profitable manipulation).

Your first sex is likely to be under the weak influence of alcohol.

Neuvillette has promised that as long as he's around, the bar is completely safe. You forced him to go with you because you saw an ad with promo codes for drinks. Your relationship had been going on for six months by then, you'd been familiarized with each other's bodies, but nothing went further than petting. Or rather, you always wanted to, asked, hinted, but the man coldly replied that you were not ready yet. You could never understand what he meant by refusing sex.

But tonight you were pecking in a special way, unbearably greedy and eager. Neuvillette felt himself the victim of your assaults - hungry kisses, nibbling, demanding thrusts and sighs. He could hardly drive you home in such a state, for it seemed to Nevileth that you would begin to satisfy yourself directly…

Oh, no, he didn't.

''What are you doing?'' distracted from driving, which you shouldn't do, the man asked, turning his head for a second and shuddering. You were stroking yourself with your skirt pulled up, clinging with one hand to the seatbelt holding your breasts down and the other to the fabric of your underwear, pulling it away and angry that there was still no way it would move aside, forcing you to enjoy the touch through your clothes. Neuvillette swallowed nervously, turning his head back to the road. Your moans kept him from concentrating on driving, and he did his best not to look at the source of the seductive sounds, but every time a red light forced him to slow down, he couldn't refuse. Moisture seeped through your underwear, and you frantically rubbed at the seat or your hand to get a release, but you couldn't because the alcohol was making your fingers too precise.

''I want you to lick me," you howled very loudly, so loudly that the neighboring driver turned his head. Neuvillette , ignoring the man's gaze, pressed the button to close the windows.

''Wait a little while.''

''Neuvillette," you moved your hips more and more demandingly, grabbing his hand that was conveniently placed on the gearbox and pulling it to your vagina, wailing unpleasantly when the man yanked it away with abandon. Your first sex happened that very night, when, unable to resist, Neuvillette changed the rules, and instead of satisfying you with his tongue alone, decided to take you with his cock for the first time. And you thought that by "not ready" he must have meant the size of his lower organ, because the first few times you had sex with him, you were sure he was going to rip you apart.

Sexual intercourse at work between the two of you occurs surprisingly often, even though immediately after Neuvillette prefers to think it didn't happen.

It's easy to ignore the fact of mussed hair and how attractive you look right after an illegally commandeered orgasm.

A man willingly pulls at the hem of your skirt or pulls down your pants because if you came in them, it meant he was going to take you tonight, belly-flipped over his desk at work.

He was very ashamed of his urges. They seemed to him simply false, that it was all a hoax, that he didn't want to change the rules, but your appearance alone could change the plans. You don't expect to have anything going on, though, because you very rarely stay late after class (or one class) is over. It all happens too suddenly and unexpectedly.

However, you shouldn't send intimate pictures when Neuvillette is at work. That's an order of… dick-raising, which is very hard to hide given the size.

Unhealthy affection is not a good thing, of course, but…

Neuvillette is slowly beginning to treat you like his daughter. It's awful, but he can't help it, and besides, he doesn't even see it as "that" bad; his caring means your integrity, and the fact that you get cocky and take advantage of it is a guarantee that you feel your own romantic happiness. He can't help but make indulgences in the learning process, though he'll give you more inhibitions than you can count.

No drinking without him.

Always account for your movements.

Not socializing with guys who harbor sympathy for you. (The third point doesn't occur because he's jealous - Neuvillette doesn't even entertain the idea that you might want to break up, here it's more like… he's not sure other men won't try to do something bad to you).

Not working (unless it's a matter of your self-actualization).

Don't smoke.

Only socialize with people who Neuvillette can at least partially trust with your "safety". Without his presence, you are understandably not safe. But he will do whatever it takes to keep you close to him.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin au #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #headcanon #drabble #smut #neuvillete x you #neuvillete x reader #neuvillete #zhongli

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403tarot · 6 months

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hello! do you do any readings for Enhypen? if yes, could you do one on their current energies + reason for it? they seem to have a different type of glow these few days (in a good way!) 🫶🏻

ENHYPEN'S ENERGY CHECK - 11.23

* since this is a reading to check energies i focused only on the subjects that the members have been most concerned about at the moment

heeseung:

he is going through a phase of changes and choices. I see that the romantic field is what occupies heeseung's mind the most at the moment; he is in a relationship where the terms are not beneficial to both equally. he might be distant from this person, making things difficult and nostalgic, and feels the need to decide between ending everything or remaining in this situation while waiting for an improvement.

jay:

he has been feeling tired in recent days but is trying to maintain a positive mindset. je feels he has given his best and believes this will bear good fruit in the future, even though he feels somewhat anxious now. in love, i see that he misses having someone in mind, being in love, and having a message to look forward to. he has some options, but there's no one who takes his love life out of boredom nevertheless.

jake:

his mood has fluctuated quite a bit recently. i see he's been concerned about many things at the same time, especially regarding his creativity and his image as an artist; he has been striving to improve to give his best. In the romantic field, jake is in a solid and happy relationship, although individually they might not be in the best moments; the other person becomes a safe haven.

sunghoon:

time for change! sunghoon is already getting into the new year spirit and closing chapters of his past. free, light, and looking for something new, he might be aiming to have some free time to dedicate more to hobbies in the future. in the romantic field, he doesn't want to get involved with anyone in a serious way and is more focused on learning to enjoy his own company.

sunoo:

he's been going through a tough time lately; the routine of everyday life and the pressure he feels on himself has made things exhausting. "i don't know what i can do to improve, and even surrounded by people who love me, i still feel lonely." he's trying to ignore present problems and ease his anxiety by thinking that things will get better in the future, he longs for that. in love, no one stays in his heart for long... he has more to worry about.

jungwon:

in a very passionate phase, love is in the air. i see that he feels this relationship has been giving him everything he needs, especially relief from daily stress and worries coming from the professional field. He feels loved and understood; most of his cards are talking about this, so i won't dwell on it for too long. in short, it's a healthy relationship and he's probably the happiest in the group right now.

niki:

something has been disturbing his peace, affecting all other areas of his life. anxiety about the future, mental fatigue, and pressure from external sources that have turned into internal pressures are making him feel caught in a spiral of problems. he feels hurt and misunderstood and likely has been keeping these feelings to himself. i love, niki doesn't feel confident or ready for a relationship; it's something he's not even considering at the moment...

professional field:

i decided to put the part about the members' professional lives separately because the energies of everyone in relation to this are basically the same. the whole group is very tired, physically and mentally. i didn't know that enhypen has a comeback soon, but i looked it up because the level of anxiety in ALL the members regarding their professional lives is a bit unsettling. overall, they are feeling a lot of pressure to achieve numbers and a high return from this work, and most members are having other parts of their lives affected by it (especially niki, sunoo, and jay). some are trying to stay positive and rely on the sense of teamwork they have, while others just want this time to pass quickly.

* based on tarot.

#— duckie notes ⪩♡⪨#enhypen tarot #niki #jake #jay #jungwoon #sunghoon #heeseung #sunoo #kpop readings #kpop astrology #kpop tarot

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shallliveoninsong · 2 months

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◇ I find this text conversation you can get from the General so fascinating. Many of his voice lines say how he finds the travels of the Astral Express much more interesting than his own life--which makes sense, a lot of his work is either administrative or managing things behind the scenes. In many aspects, he's settled. Regulated to taking a background role unlike the days of his youth. If he didn't have so many responsibilities and so much grounding him to the Luofu, he'd travel with the Astral Express, no doubt.

However, as far as I know/remember this is the first time he's referred to himself as "changeless". Obviously, that isn't entirely true, we all grow and change or are changed by our experiences. But I believe by this he means this more so from a logistical standpoint and from an outside perspective looking in. The other HCQ members or their successors have all changed so much, both on a personal level as well as their goals or factions.

And then there's him. He was in the Xianzhou military all his life before the Sedation happened and he still is, albeit in a different role. He's grown accustomed to the daily life of trying to keep peace for the Luofu. Has he even really changed? Of course, there are sides to his home he's become much more acquainted with (and doesn't agree with much of it) for he has many criticisms for how many things are handled (especially after the Sedation but also military decisions and how often the Xianzhou is drawn into conflict) yet he still plays the game, remains as one of the Arbiter-Generals, trying his best to do all he can for what he can control.

And let me just cry about how he wanted to be a Galaxy Ranger as a kid TwT. Since we aren't sure exactly how old he is, maybe they had already (seemingly) disbanded by the time he had that dream, but either way, it is very cute but also sad. "Pity that life never goes the way you want it to go" feels like a statement with many meanings, beyond the current one he's speaking about.

Let him retire and go travel the stars to be an animal conservationist Hoyo!!!!

#ooc: Mew mews #string of clues [headcanon]#calculated not lazy; mostly [jing yuan]#(i say let him retire but at the same time also still feel like him becoming a boss would be a such an impactful end)#spoilers cw

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cgetbrmj · 5 months

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HI HELLO SO SORRY FOR HARRASSING YOU IN YOUR INBOX FEEL FREE TO TELL ME TO STFU WHENEVER BUT YOURE JUST THE ONLY MUTUAL THAT ACTUALLY IS INTO TBOSAS AGERE.

anyway do u have hcs on cg!Sejanus and little!coryo? I’ll probably be back stalking ur inbox to shove my hc for them in your face but I’m curious of yours and if we have any mutual ones??

peace n love and I��m sorry again for harrassing you-

hahaha never harassing me, I promise!! I adore getting messages in my inbox!! I'm also very hyped by having a mutual who is just as excited about tbosas agere as I am lol please feel free to send your hcs my way I love hearing them

ugh cg!Sejanus 😍😭 I have so much love for him - and Little Coryo is a massive guilty pleasure at this stage. I do have some hcs on them - mostly assuming this is in a littles are known verse (though I do have a couple vague fic ideas on an age regressing Coryo in a non-littles are known verse if anyone cares to hear about that)

Probably gonna put a break here because I'm probably gonna ramble about them for ages lol - this ask has been a great excuse to post hcs on them so - you're getting more than you signed up for lol!!!!!!! Sage feel free to message me that I'm doing too much haha, hoping that you won't mind the rambling but idk just lemme know if it's too much - and also if you like any of the hcs/agree with any!

Despite Coryo being the person defending Sejanus more often than not, Sejanus is so loyal to Coryo and Very protective of him, no matter the circumstances.

Early on (pre tbosas/early academy days) Sejanus is more concerned with protecting big Coryo's representation than he is with considering caregiving for Little Coryo, and totally helps to hide that Coryo is a Little from everyone.

Absolutely found out that Coryo did not have anything for Little him and absolutely immediately started sneaking him gear.

Probably tries to do it in a way that Coryo won't notice and argue against it - gives him a paci when he's practically asleep, hands him a stuffie to keep when he's already started slipping.

sneaks him bite size snacks periodically across a long time until he's confident Coryo's eaten enough to get through the rest of the day without realising Sejanus has caught on to his food problem.

(If in a verse with any kind of headspace suppressants) Sejanus refuses to let Coryo ignore/supress his headspace - will do anything for him but let him hurt himself.

Is really big on hand holding. They're going anywhere? Sejanus is interlocking their fingers immediately. Is Little Coryo much of a runner? Not at all. Is Sejanus giving him the opportunity? Nope. That boy is constantly at LEAST in eyesight of Sejanus.

LOVES playing with Coryo's blonde curls. Mostly only gets the chance when they're both half asleep already but it's such a soothing and comforting thing for Sejanus to do.

I feel like Sejanus would be the type of caregiver to give daily affirmations. Especially with how obvious it is that Coryo overthinks every moment of his life. I can see him trying to get Little Coryo to repeat positive affirmations in the morning and before bed.

I see Little Coryo as an easy crier. He's just so overwhelmed about everything and has barely processed any of it. When things don't go his way, he tends to break down easier because of that.

Not much of a tantrum thrower - but Little Coryo is Very petulant. He's pouty and fussy and whiney, and thinks he deserves anything and everything he could possibly want, and he Will be devastated if that doesn't work out (for like 5 minutes and then will absolutely have moved onto the next thing)

Little Coryo adores Tigris and definitely thinks she's the boss of everyone and that anything she says is always 100% true and never doubts it. Tigris is far too kind a soul to take advantage of this.

Little Coryo is definitely touch starved but also definitely does not realise it or believe it.

Sejanus tries to comfort him by hugging him and totally thinks he's made things worse for a second with how emotional of a response he gets from Coryo from doing it.

Coryo is extremely adamant that he's an independent big kid who doesn't really need Sejanus help with anything - right up until he's a little bit tired and sleepy and has decided that he's done with whatever he's doing, and then he's just about the clingiest thing ever and wants to steal every drop of Sejanus's attention.

Sejanus loves reading to Little Coryo - picture books, children's novels, poetry, (if Coryo is tired/little enough to allow it - touch and feel books/ anything interactive).

Coryo is either very talkative or barely verbal - Sejanus narrates his every movement though and fills in the silence most of the time

As I said - kind of used this ask as an excuse to dump some very random hcs on these two - I definitely have a lot more but that's heading into plot for some fics I'm currently working on territory sooo...

Sorry if this has been unintelligible or a nightmare to read - I am incredibly tired and basically writing this asleep haha but I loved rambling for a bit <3

#big thanks to sage once again for brightening my inbox and my day #send me your hcs and i will go into depth about why they are right i promise #a little scared to post ngl #these hcs seem vague and theres too many of them i'm so so sorry #this was heaps of fun even if they were all random bits and pieces haha #sorry if any if it is dreadfully too ooc but #i'm trying my best while being blinded by hyperfixating #though i typically pride myself on staying as true to the characters as you possibly can with agere #so if you tell me it's too ooc i will absolutely cry and fall apart #cgetbrmj #age regression #agere #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fic #fandom agere #tbosas

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mylastresortiswriting · 10 months

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Day 1 - Scenery & Green

Author's note:

Just so you know, this is my first time participating in one of the appreciation weeks.

I decided to write a short fanfiction, roughly 200-500 words per day, since I sadly found out about it way too late and had not enough time to prepare anything and I have school next week, so less time to write for me, but I will try my best to write as much as I can each day.

PS: for today I combined two prompts: scenery & green

Pairings/Warnings:

no romantic relationships

no warnings

It is early in the morning and no one seems to be awake yet, so as every morning he goes on a run, enjoying his moment of peace, before the others are standing up and he eventually has to return to do his job, even though the war in Europe already ended, but with the war in the Pacific still going on they need to be in shape, in case the army decides to ship them over there.

And on his runs he can get his mind free and simply adore the Austrian landscape, which looks very beautiful in the summer sun, especially in the morning and evening, when the sun is slowly rising or setting, flooding the whole countryside with a golden dim light.

In combination with the green of the trees, bushes and the grass it looks almost magical and had a calming effect.

It looks so peaceful and untouched by the war.

Lost in his thoughts he runs longer than expected and arrives back at their quarters just in time to see the first few guys already being up and going about their day.

"While I am a bit too late, I still should have enough time left to quickly jump in the shower, before I make my daily rounds and see what I have to do today.", he thinks to himself, planning his rough schedule for the day, as he enters their quarters through the main entrance.

But he doesn't even manage to get to his assigned room as someone comes up from behind and asks:"Gene, where have you been? I was searching for you. And not even Ralph knew where you were."

Alarmed Gene spins around and sees Babe standing now in front of him, questioningly looking at him. Many different scenarios are flashing immediately through his mind as to why Babe was searching for him and so he doesn't even reply to his questions, but instead directly wants to know:"What's wrong? Does someone need help?"

Babe immediately regrets what he said and thinks to himself, that he should have known better, because after all it's Gene he is talking to, so he tries to calm him down by telling him:"Nobody needs your help and nothing is wrong, I just wanted to know how you are doing. And that's why l searched for you, but looking at your clothes I suppose there was no way I could have found you here any way."

Gene breathes out loudly as he realizes, that there is no reason at all for him to be alarmed and so he says, now calm once again:"I was out for a run. And I am doing fine. You?"

"Me too. But why would you be out on a run that early in the morning?"

"That good to hear. Well, for once I enjoy going on a run to get my mind free. Also, it's calming to have some silence before the day begins. Taking in the beautiful and peaceful scenery feels so relaxing, yet strange at the same time, because it was left untouched by the war and it is weird, since not so long ago we were involved in harsh fighting and now....", his voice trails off.

So Babe continues:"I know what you mean, Gene. The green of the trees, bushes and so on in connection with the sunlight is so surreal, but amazing at the same time. Maybe even a bit more for me, than for you, since I grew up in the city and you in the countryside."

Gene clicks his tongue in disagreement and tells Babe:"I honestly don't think so..After fighting for so long it is amazing to see untouched landscape not more or less for anyone, no matter where they come from. After seeing the war torn scenery we learn to appreciate the peace, so I suppose it's the 'same' amazement for everyone."

Babe admits:"That sounds reasonable...Oh..And do you mind taking me with you?"

"Sure, why not. Where do we want to meet tomorrow morning? In front of the main entrance at 0500 hours?", Gene happily suggests.

"That's fine, but do we have to go on a run, can't we just go for a walk?", Babe asks.

Thinking about it for a moment Gene then replies:"Why don't we make a compromise? We spontaneously decide if we want to take a walk or go on a run, every morning."

Nodding slowly Babe answers:"Sounds good."

"Amazing. Now I have to get inside and jump quickly in the shower. See you later!", Gene says as he slowly begins to leave.

"See you later, Gene!", Babe exclaims as he too leaves.

#bobweek2023 #fanfic #band of brothers #friendship #band of brothers fanfic

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redrisingsun · 1 year

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Fun prompt but who would win in a fight. Hayffie's geese or Everlark's Buttercup?

I wish this was a joke, but I have been working on this daily since I got this ask and it just. does not want to work. I know what I want to do with it, but it just. doesn't want to. So! Here's what I've got so far, and I promise I'll reblog this with the rest if I ever finish it. Thank you <333

What’s left of District 12 has become a peaceful haven for the victors that remain. Even Annie and Beetee seem to find it calming the few times they visit, though it’s impossible to say what Enobaria thinks of it. Johanna hasn’t visited, and no one expects her to.

It’s only after the third year when Haymitch has the brilliant idea of raising geese, that that peace is disturbed. It’s a gradual thing, something to keep his hands busy, something neither of them thinks will result in anything. Something Haymitch doesn’t even think will result in anything.

He spends summer evenings raising a fence around the backyard. Effie always sits on the porch, often with a glass of something ice cold: juice, ice tea, the occasional drink, and it’s not entirely uncommon that Peeta and Katniss join her. Sometimes, when her mood allows, Katniss will even help with the fence.

It barely takes two weeks to finish. Peeta makes the suggestion of a coop, and even though Haymitch scoffs at the idea, he’s working on it already a few hours later. It keeps him busy for a little longer than two weeks, at least.

It’s late August when they sit on the porch, Haymitch with his hip flask in one hand and Effie’s hand in the other. It makes Katniss wonder what he truly values most.

They don’t say much. This time of the year is always difficult, especially on Haymitch, and he keeps restlessly shifting in his chair. If August is bad, it’s nothing compared to September and October, not to Haymitch, and it’s with that thought ghosting the back of her mind that Katniss tries to find anything wrong with the house she currently shares with Peeta. She’s grown to love Haymitch, not much unlike she once loved her father, and the thought alone that he’ll be a drunken and distressed mess for the next two or three months make her stomach feel weird and her heart pound.

As always, Peeta comes to her rescue. He asks if Haymitch won’t have a look at their roof, and somehow steers the conversation into things he needs, wooden things that Haymitch surely could make him if Peeta returned the favor with bread and cookies and cakes. They all know it’s a ploy, but no one says anything about it. It’s a kind gesture, and it’s all they have to offer.

It’s Effie that finally brings the geese around. She leaves one morning, giving Haymitch a big old kiss on the mouth. Katniss sees it through the window, too restless to sleep but not scared enough to wake Peeta, and hears her call “just for a few days, dear!”. Haymitch later tells Katniss that it was to visit family.

She returns three days later, with the poor mailman carrying a box. It must be heavy because he’s red in the face and has to shift his grip on the box multiple times before he can finally set it down where Effie points. The man hands a few letters over, which Effie literally throws inside her and Haymitch’s place, before she calls for everyone to join her.

The box stands on the gravel path when they all gather around it. The lid is covered in holes and even though Katniss struggles to understand what it is, Haymitch doesn’t. She watches as his face shifts from his usual grumpy expression into something of disbelief, then one of utter helplessness. It’s the first time Katniss has ever seen the expression on him, and it makes him look a lot smaller than he actually is.

“Surprise!” Effie says, and Katniss has to admire her skill of ignoring even the worst outlooks on any situation. She leans down and bends the lid free with some difficulty, and Haymitch peers into the box as if what’s in it is about as dangerous as the arena.

A tiny, ash, and golden baby goose honks, and the sound makes Haymitch jerk back. It’s a marvel he doesn’t kick the box just to get back on the little thing.

“I don’t know the first thing about raising-…”, he begins, but Effie surprisingly cuts him off.

Manners, Katniss thinks, and her lips tug up in a small smirk at the thought.

“Well, I do”, she says and waves a hand toward the cackling geese. “Come now, bring them to the back.”

It doesn’t even take very long to get used to the constant screeching and cackling from the geese, and Katniss and Peeta keep their bedroom window open to make sure they don’t miss the latest obscenities that Haymitch screams after the beasts whenever they don’t do as he asks.

It’s a nice thing to fall asleep to, Haymitch’s wild voice and Peeta’s soft laughs.

September brings a chill to the air, but not enough for them to close the window. Peeta keeps the one in the kitchen open, and the back door stands ajar most days.

Buttercup trots in and out of the house as if he’s the owner, but Katniss doesn’t actually mind anymore. She still thinks he’s horrifically ugly and eats too much, but he brings comfort. He brings warm memories of Prim, and sometimes the two keep each other company when Katniss sits on the couch after another sleepless night.

Other times, they don’t see the bloody cat for days.

It’s one such morning, when the morning is gray and fog has spread across the Victor’s Village, that there’s a loud bang on the door. Katniss sits on the couch with her legs swaddled in a warm blanket and has a steaming cup of milk in her hands, one she nearly spills when the bang is followed by another.

A moment passes when she’s entirely paralyzed, thinking the worst. Snow is alive and here to kill her. Snow is alive and here to kill Peeta. Her mother is dead. Gale is dead. The Capitol sympathizers have taken back control. There’s going to be another Game, she’s going to have to-…

Haymitch’s voice cuts through the mess of racing thoughts before she can have another.

“I know you’re awake!”

She’s suddenly annoyed at his harsh tone and the audacity to come by this early, when Peeta is still asleep. Haymitch has to know because even though Peeta is a morning person, it’s still too early for him to be awake.

Katniss knows Effie is asleep in her bed, and Haymitch would probably put a knife in Katniss if she ever woke Effie this early.

“Fucking idiot…”, she mutters to herself, as she bends her tense fingers from the cup and manages to get herself free from the blanket. She considers slipping upstairs, but another loud bang on the door sets her mind straight. She doesn’t want Peeta to wake. He might have already, in truth. Neither of them is a very heavy sleeper anymore.

The door is slammed open the second Katniss unlocks it. Her hand has barely brushed the doorknob before she’s forced to take a step back from the sudden force.

Haymitch stands in the doorway with a wild look. His hair is a mess and his breath reeks of the heavy liquor Effie is trying to get him to quit. His eyes are wide and one of his eyebrows twitches as if he’s been tense for too long.

Only when a low mewl comes from one of his hands does she understand the purpose of the visit.

The ugly, orange cat is held by his neck. He’s hissing and making pitiful noises, but has clearly given up any attempts at escape.

Katniss’ blood boils.

“Let. Him. Go.”

Haymitch doesn’t even flinch. It’s not the first time he’s subject to her anger, and it’s not likely to be the last. Though, he does comply. He drops the cat between them and the second Buttercup lands on the floor with a soft thud, he’s out of sight.

“Keep your fucking cat”, Haymitch says, in a voice so low it’s hard to hear. “From my fucking geese.”

It could be funny, if she wasn’t so angry with him.

The incident, dubbed so by Effie, isn’t talked about. Katniss steers clear of Haymitch for days, and it’s only a Saturday two weeks later that they finally talk again. And only because Peeta drags her across the road and stands Katniss in front of the door and asks if Haymitch and Effie would have supper with them.

They have a light meal in the kitchen, buttered toast with grilled chicken and a variety of vegetables when Buttercups trots inside.

He stills almost immediately when he notices the small gathering in the kitchen, and Katniss can practically feel him think. The damned cat stares at Haymitch a moment longer, before he jumps up on the table. Usually, Katniss would shoo him away, but after having snatched a piece of chicken from Katniss’ plate, Buttercup easily moves to lay in Katniss’ lap and stays there for the remainder of the meal.

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mbti-notes · 2 years

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Anon wrote: Hello, I am a 25 year old INFJ, dealing with some mental health and relationship problems and about to face insecurity and unemployment when I leave college (I live in Brazil). I would like your opinion on my decision to break off a relationship before the bond gets even closer. I know it is a bit silly to ask for an opinion on this, but I am struggling with my own decision.

I met him through a dating app about 7/8 months ago. Things between us evolved very quickly. I decided, after a trivial disagreement, to break up. He was taken totally by surprise. I will list the negative aspects of this relationship and then some aspects for reflection.

Negative aspects: It may seem at first that we have similarities at the personality level. But these similarities are limited to the potentially symptomatic aspects that we share: a dose of shyness, anxious attachment, and need for understanding.

On a deeper level, we are incompatible people: we contradict each other all the time, and arguments that may seem like just banter are an indication of where things could be headed in crisis situations: the critical, the negative, the brutal, the manipulative, the distrustful, the insincere, the complete lack of more intrinsic understanding. He once said that he prefers to escape conflicts by saying what the person wants to hear. How can I trust someone like this?

You can't.

How do I know that this is not exactly what he does with me, trying to prevent me from breaking a bond based on anxious attachment and dependence? We get involved very quickly. And this quickness, with all the previous indications, also adds up to the sum of negative aspects. What develops under those circumstances, can also quickly evolve in ways that harm both of us, since, as already talked about, it is based on the rush to get understanding and a connection that takes us away from the daily meaninglessness.

The daily meaninglessness: this was also what our bond was based on. An attachment whose roots pointed to the will to escape from reality. I don't deny that there was a good feeling about it, but its origin was a problem that doomed us. I was a distraction for him. To the repetitive routine. He clung to me like a light at the end of the tunnel.

Love or friendship doesn't start like that, it is not just that: the choice of someone based, unconsciously, on how much this person can distract you from daily responsibilities. Love and friendship are based on understanding. In trust. In silence. In peace. We didn't have this from the beginning and we are not mature enough to make it possible to build this feeling.

Our relationship evolved much more through the app and whatsapp than in person. The level of intimacy and dialogue differed greatly, even after months. I recognize that, in parts, this was due to my anxiety, but if I didn't feel comfortable from the beginning, it is because this construction would be too harmful for both of us, even if I tried and opened up. And when I did open up what did I discover?

That he was still on Tinder, active, adding girls on Instagram that he probably met there (even though he hadn't dialogued), even after he confessed that he wanted something more with me. This added to my distrust and difficulty opening up, plus the already known view he had and has about the feminine (objectification, unrealistic women…)

He passed over my painful confession about mental health. He treated it as a "small, inconvenient detail that can be easily overcome". Once again, it was clear that he could not offer me the understanding I craved. This was painful for me, especially after he had allowed me to talk about it. I know, in spite of this, that he could not be obliged to meet all my expectations. This also added to our difficulties.

Considering all the previous points, beforehand our relationship was already full of problems, of conflicts that could erupt into something worse if I allowed our bond to become even closer as an emotional dependency. Add to this my gigantic difficulties in dealing with my own symptoms, paranoia, obsessions and suspicions. I was and am too much for him to handle. A stress that, maybe, one fine day, he would get tired of trying to deal with.

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I'm not sure what kind of opinion you're looking for exactly. In a nutshell, the relationship sounds toxic. A healthy relationship should lift people up and help them grow. It sounds like this relationship mostly brought out the worst in both of you. There were plenty of warning signs all along the way, but you didn't heed them. It doesn't sound like there is anything worthwhile to salvage.

You each have different needs and expectations from a romantic relationship. There's nothing wrong with difference. Our differences make us interesting. Some differences can be reconciled in a relationship; some cannot. But there is something wrong when you're trying to force things that simply aren't possible. He doesn't have the capacity to understand you, so how can he fulfill your needs? Don't demand things of people that they simple aren't capable of.

Allow yourself time to grieve. Learn what needs to be learned and move on. Remember there are many relationship opportunities out there. Life is short. Don't waste your time and attention on things that keep you stuck in the past. Don't narrow your world to such a tiny point that you lose sight of what's really important in life. Do more to expand yourself and your world. With a bigger perspective on life, it's easier to move past setbacks and failures.

#infj #infj relationships #relationships #breakup #ask

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theallblue · 1 year

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" you can't be upset at this view, can you ? "

Sanjii would lying to himself about those hidden feelings toward a certain mosshead, words that he has been able to truly speak about since he didn't know how Zoro would react. They tended to butt heads quite often which made it difficult to get a good idea about what ran through the swordsman's head quite often. Unless it dealt with training and the simple things that he tended to favor during their travels.

The smallest things tended to cause them to argue on a daily basis depending on what set them off in the first place. It became a normal occurrence for this to happen on and off the ship, it even happened in the middle of a serious fight sometimes. Their arguments could even be seen as a weird way of flirting depending on how people view it whenever they come across the two.

There was nothing, but peace now while chatter, laughter, and song filled the background because of the large celebration that surrounded them. One that tended to happen after the people were finally free from the one who caused them nothing, but suffering for years. Sanji was quick to join in on making a large meal for everyone to enjoy because it was something that was deserved from the moment they realized they were free. Food always made things better especially when there was a time for celebration, it went well with drinks that were being passed around.

That had been hours ago while Sanji was easily a lightweight when it came to alcohol, he wasn't like Zoro who seemed to live off of it whenever he got the chance. It was no surprise that he was already tipsy by this point which was why he had parked himself in a random spot just watching that surrounded him. It seemed like a good spot to be, it was pretty, but the drinks running through his veins most likely was to blame for that.

His tongue was easily loosened which was something that tended not to happen quite often while it was Zoro who came across him. He might regret the pounding headache in the morning, but Sanji wasn't going to let the lingering drink in his hand go unfinished. He doesn't like wasting food or drink.

With a burning cigarette in hand, blue eyes flickered over to the man who appeared in front of him. Was he talking about the view that lingered in front of him or something else? Sanji didn't know. Giving a drunken smile, he rested his head back against the tree that rested behind him "It's better now that you're here."

#theallblue #kaizokugaris #m: sanji #v: black leg sanji #(because I have a need for this headcanon of mine lol)#(Sanji is easily a lightweight)#(sorry for the tipsy Sanji Zoro lol)

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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🏅 Being Japan's National Team's Manager🏅

💪🏻 Miss Manager Being Built 💪🏻

Japan's Mens National Volleyball Team x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, Atsumu 😒

A/N: This is an Anon request! They didn't request a specific team so I'm sticking to the National Team's because it's like all the boys wrapped into one 😍

First off, YN you are so humble

I mean you work with a bunch of guys who have off the chart egos 🙄

Apparently it comes with the territory for these guys

But you know what, we love them none the less

And especially you 🤩

Because you are Miss Manager for Japan's National Men's Volleyball Team 🙌🏻

Seriously the coolest 😎

You've been the teams manager for quite sometime now

You know so much about your team it's kind of ridiculous

Like you know how Hinata likes his toast 🍞

That Bokuto isn't allowed any caffeine past 1pm

What laundry detergent Sakusa likes most

What Aran's favorite episode of Law and Order: SVU is

How to prepare Ushiwaka's protein shakes 🥤

Why Atsumu is the way he is 😅

We name it, you more than likely know it

You rarely get time for yourself

I mean you train from dawn til dusk with these idiots 🥰

You practically drag Kags and Hinata out every night after they reunited to perform their famous quick

But when you do get time, you spend alot of it at your favorite gym

Now it's not surprising that you are strong because you keep track of 6'3" toddlers on the daily

But nobody knows how truly built you are 👀

I'm talking abs, chest, arms, legs, thighs, CALVES

Even a nice butt 😏

Seriously I'm so jealous 😭

My butt is inverted

Now just because you can doesn't mean you brag

I mean, honestly YN you know you can put down any of the team

I mean you run with the team daily, help them bench amd even help Iwaizumi with their training sessions

You do it all 👏🏻

But nobody would ever know how built you are

I mean you wear leggings and/or athletic pants all the time

Team Japan shirts are basically the extent of your wardrobe

Maybe you like baggie sweaters? 🤷‍♀️

Who doesn't!

So when Yaku and Komori see you walking into the gym after practice one night, they are intrigued 🤔

"Maybe she does Yoga or something? Lord knows she needs the relaxation with the idiots on our team"- Yaku

But then they see you approach the treadmill by the window

And their souls leave their bodies 🤣

There you are, shorts and a sports bra 😶

Seriously YN 👏🏻

"Holy crap-" Komori, quote of the century 😲

"We have to tell everyone!"- Yaku

"Maybe we shouldnt-"

Too late, it's already in the group chat 😅

It goes something like this

🌠 Japan's Greatest Ever Volleyball Team plus Atsumu🌠

Sakusa named the chat 🤣

Yaku: *sends pic*

Hinata: Holy crap is that YN 😵

Atsumu: Nah YN would never wear that

Kageyama: it looks awfully alot like YN

Aran: Yaku, stop spying on YN!

Komori: I told him that!

Sakusa: I imagine how creepy you too look outside of a gym taking pictures 🥱

Ushiwaka: why are you taking pictures of YN?

Bokuto: Hi YN 🖐🏻

Hoshiumi: YN isn't even in this chat!

Hakuba: what gym is that?

Hyakuzawa: YN works out all the time after practice

Iwaizumi: 👆🏻

Atsumu: she never invites me!

Sakusa: she doesn't even like you

Bokuto: @YN why don't you invite us?

Iwaizumi: Bo YN isn't in this chat!

Hoshiumi: Maybe she just likes to work out in peace?

Hinata: but we are her peace 🥺🥺

Kageyama: shut up dumbass

When Komori looks up from the chat he sees you staring right at him and Yaku 👁

Ope 😅

"RUN"

It's at that moment you know you secret is out

So when you walk in the next morning to practice, you know exactly what to expect

Atsumu sends a spike straight for your head

You gracefully deflect 💅

"That's for not inviting us to the gym!"

Bokuto is in a mood

Akasshi already texted you 🤚🏻

"Sorry YN"- Hyakuzawa

Please Hyakuzawa, Komori and Iwaizumi are the only ones who can keep secrets

"So your pretty ripped under all those clothes huh YN" - Yaku

"Stop talking about under YN's clothes!"- Aran

"YN will you work out with me?"- Hinata

"She's helping me with my sets you dumbass"- Kageyama

"Will all of your shut up!"- Iwaizumi

"YN's too chicken to work out with me"- Atsumu

"More like YN would kick your ass"- Sakusa

"I want to see YN kick Atsumu's ass"- Hoshiumi

"I think we all want to see Atsumu humbled"- Hakuba

"Yeah like that will humble him"- Kageyama 🙄

"YN will you you please dead lift for us"- Bokuto 😍

There's alot going on YN

"Ugh fine but nobody is coming to work out with me! I need my peace!"- you

"TOLD YOU"- Komori

You go to the training gym

Legit it's you and a bunch of AlPhA mAlEs 😆

Show them what you got YN

100, 150, 200 pounds easy

The men were too stunned to speak

Range of emotions from 😧 to 💀

You are in your sports bra and pants

"Damn YN you could wash clothes on those abs"- Yaku

"Look at her arms"- Kageyama

"Nice Butt YN"- Atsumu

*smack* ✋️

"Ouch Sakusa!"- Atsumu

"Pay attention! YN's form is immaculate!"- Iwaizumi 📝

The boys watch in awe 🙂

Seriously YN they now idolize you 🤩

Bokuto and Hinata will constantly ask for your help

Silly of you to think you could keep any secrets YN 😆

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!#team japan x female manager #team japan haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #bokuto kutaro #ushijima wakatoshi #aran ojiro #yaku morisuke #miya atsumu #hoshiumi kōrai #komori motoya #sakusa kiyoomi #hyakuzawa yuudai #gao hakuba #iwaizumi hajime

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About the omegaverse thing,,,

Alpha Vil getting protective over reader during a date out? Kinda like they get seen by fans and Reader gets uncomfortable I guess???

☾︎ 10:30 𝐀𝐌 ☽︎ 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎..

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚒𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚝

comments: i'm not fainting you are. i made vil a young adult so let my bestie drive.

every omega, may it be male or female, always wanted to have the attention of the best alpha there is in existence. let alone be mated to one.

it just so happens that you're claimed by one of the most beautiful and popular alphas there is in twisted wonderland.

imagine having vil schoenheit as your alpha.

yet that also brought consequences to your anonymity. as his mate, he scents you on a daily basis and as you would do to him. even though vil wanted to protect your identity and relationship, your scent on him was strong. you're hidden from the public eye; however as interview goes, the interviewer would smell your scent on him and the questions would go wild.

"are you already claimed?"

"who is the lucky omega?"

"what does this omega look like?"

and so on and so forth that, even if he's used to it, the alpha in him would immediately go overdrive in protecting you. trusting you to another alpha (rook) while he was away made him fidgety. it's not that he doesn't trust you nor his friend, he just knows how powerful and manipulative the paparazzi can be.

let's not even begin with his fans.

dates within the vicinity of the city or the main areas of twisted wonderland is an automatic no. vil is not going to risk having the paparazzi or his fans trample on you. best and safest place he could bring you to was around the land of pyroxene. vil would contact his father and ask for the less crowdy yet extravagant looking places within his hometown.

that led you to stand underneath a forest of maple trees with leaves crunching under your feet. it was peaceful alright, calming, nothing but the scent of nature accompanied by the strong, sweet, and musky scent of vil's pheromones.

he could smell your calm omega scent. something that makes him contented and secured. his father just knows him too well and the places he loves to go to. "vil, i want to take a picture of you under that tree. the light looks pretty."

you pointed at the area you wanted him to stand under. you even brought your little camera with you. "my, my. i see you've developed a good eye for backgrounds," he smiled and kissed your forehead.

obliging, he posed under the light seeping through the leaves. it wasn't those model, exaggerated poses you would see online — it was more of.... something vil would casually pose in. it screamed his whole persona.

and the omega in you just wanted to swoon.

however, as vil offered to take a photo of you, a shutter of a different camera caught both your attention. now this is what vil dreaded. it seems like he couldn't even enjoy a peaceful day with his omega outdoors. it wasn't the paparazzi, it was his fans. maybe even some journalists/interviewers in disguise but that's not that point.

what he needs to do is to shield you.

just as the crowd began to come closer and bigger, vil could smell the uneasyness you're emitting. his fans are majorly omegas. this won't end well. what if one of them goes feral on you?

he immediately pulled you closer to him, his back turning to the crowd as he guided you away from the park. he made sure to keep your nose close to his scent gland by the juncture in between his neck and shoulder. he released pheromones to calm you down. he must get you out of here. so much of a date..

"i'll get you to the car. keep yourself hidden and just hold onto me. do you understand?" came his stern, protective, alpha tone. you responded with a nod as you clung to his sides.

you've feared his fans and the paparazzi, a lot. especially with what happened last halloween. you remember how you saw an omega go feral over another celebrity's dating rumor. what if vil has one of those?

"vil..." you whimpered and walked faster when you saw another crowd of fans come closer from the front. they had cameras, taking shots in a frenzy that the flashes were hurting your eyes.

this was not turned blind by vil and he growled under his breath. he looked around and pulled you into a smaller and secluded section of the park. it was closer to his car and damn, was his fans loud.

"omg vil face me!!"

"it's vil schoenheit!"

"who's that person he's with?"

ah, annoying. how he wishes he has rook to help him run away quickly. the alpha in him was growing protective the stronger he could smell your discomfort. upon the sight of his car, as swiftly as he can, he opened the passenger door and pushed you in and immediately went to the driver's seat.

driving away, he sighed in relief and let out more pheromones for you to inhale. "what a ruckus," he clicked his tongue and glared at the road. vil was irritated alright. though he wouldn't address his stress online (professionalism is a must), there's no way he would expose you to such means ever again.

even though he was releasing calming pheromones, you could smell the anger in his scent. you sighed and placed a hand on his thigh, releasing your own pheromones in the air. you watched his shoulders relax as he took in your scent. "i'm not hurt," you reassured and squeezed his thigh.

"besides, they're gone now. though, i'm not sure what will appear within the media later. i'm sorry," you sighed, overthinking over the fact this might've started another strike to vil's reputation. dating rumors and angry fans. being a celebrity and an alpha wasn't easy.

"what are you aplogizing for? do you think i would spare a glance to the rumors? my only goal is to work hard and protect you. stop overthinking," he scolded you like the alpha he is and you nodded.

he held the steering wheel with one hand and held your hand with the other. his warm hand calmed your nerves while your scent calmed his. the silence in the car was enough of a date to you. maybe you both should settle for indoor dates. either way, if you wanted to share pictures, vil would look gorgeous 24/7.

and you are ethereal to his eyes. his little omega.

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