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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: mentions of characters’ trauma, minor spoilers??? I’ll try and keep them limited

a/n: I’ll try to stay as spoiler free as possible! I loved season 2, some bits were a kinda touch and go, but overall I think they made it really interesting. Also I’m not including Wylan, sorry! I love him but ... I just don’t wanna add him...

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: Going along with a plan that Kaz had created, your role was to help the Crows on an extremely difficult heist. But your job somehow ended up being linked with your crush; the very crow that makes your heart flutter. Your persona is their new wife/husband, who has a “rich father”. Meaning that you have to stay in a nearby hotel as a couple on their honeymoon.

𝐊𝐚𝐳

・His faked joyful smile dropped once the bellboy left the room

・Watching him, you saw his calculated movements - the way he rested his cane against the desk, and took two steps to sit down on the bed

・His gloves stayed on as he said, “I’m sorry there’s one bed. Too suspicious otherwise.” Kaz’s tone was even, but it hitched on the word ‘suspicious’.

・You knew Kaz hated physical contact, hells, he hated when someone stood too close

・In that moment, you didn’t know how to respond, surely Kaz, Bastard of the Barrel, wasn’t going to sleep on the floor. The absence of a couch was obvious, and you knew he had to sleep somewhere comfortable because of his leg

“Kaz, I can take the floor. I know physical contact isn’t an easy thing for yo-”

“No, I’m fine.” He cut you off, a sharp look in his eye. You could see that his mind was somewhere else. Somewhere dark.

・The night was awkward to start off with, like two magnets being pulled and pushed apart

・But then you asked about the plan - getting all the details. Well, what you thought were all the details.

・He loosened up when he was able to talk about logical subjects

・Once you realised that, the atmosphere started to ease and you could see Kaz start to relax ... (his version of relaxing)

・With each hour a piece of Kaz’s clothing was taken off. His jacket, his shoes. As if he was slowly getting ready for bed.

・There was always something heavy in the air though, like something was unspoken. It hung like grey clouds, ready to let rain fall

・But time ticked by, and eyes began to feel heavy

・At first you both laid down and kept a pillow between you, but then there was hardly any room to move.

・So you came up with the idea that you could sleep the other way. Instead of your heads at the top of the bed, they now rested on the sides. It meant your feet were dangling off the side, but it gave you and Kaz a lot of room.

“Do not tell anyone about this.”

“Kaz...you know I wouldn’t.”

・His voice was low when he said: “I know.”

・In the morning, when you awoke, Kaz was already awake. Already planning.

“I got you some breakfast.”

𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣

・It was you who said you would sleep elsewhere.

・You were so close to falling in love with Inej, and she had no clue. The sore joke was that she felt the exact same. And neither of you thought the other even cared.

“It would be too obvious if we weren’t sleeping in the same bed. I have a feeling they’re already suspicious of something.”

・Even if that wasn’t the truth, you didn’t care. When was an opportunity like this going to arise?

・Kaz didn’t need either of you tonight, so you were both able to unwind. But past experiences meant neither of you could fully do so unless you were in your trusted homes.

・The room was quite spacious; painted white and pale blue, it felt completely different to hotels in Ketterdam (which were dark, dingy and usually had a weird smell.)

・This one had a balcony that overlooked the famous lake that ran through the clean city

・The bathroom matched the colours of the rest of the room, with a rectangular window that let in the morning light but was high enough that no one would be able to see in.

・It was a gorgeous room; airy, light and inviting. Exacly what you thought a summer holiday would be

“Nina would absolutely love this,” you called from the lounging room. Where stacks of books, games and other various entertaining devices lay.

“I almost feel bad...” Inej trailed off, appearing right behind you (scaring the sh*t out of you).

・There was a wordless conversation between the two of you, where you hinted at sleeping on the lounge. But Inej shook her head.

・Too suspicious. What if they walk in?

・You were glad she was okay with it

・And when the night was late, and you couldn’t stop yawning, Inej laughed and motioned toward the bed

“You don’t snore do you?” You asked, with a wry grin. You knew the Wraith didn’t snore. She barely made a sound during her waking hours.

“Of course I do-” she replied, catching onto the irony

・When you were in bed, Inej faced outward, but for some reason you decided to grasp onto this opportunity

“Inej, why are you a Crow?”

・From then on you kept talking. Face to face, her brown eyes capturing yours.

・You both spoke low, as if someone was trying to hear

・Neither of you wanted to stop talking, or to stop asking the next question. Like either of your lives depended on it, you kept trying to know more.

・It wasn’t until Inej stifled a large yawn that you both decided sleep was needed

・And the next morning, you found yourself in the same position - facing Inej, and she hadn’t moved either. But your hands must have drifted in the night, because they had clasped together

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬

・Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to have the bed. And without a couch in the room, he offers to sleep on the floor - far away from you to be as respectful as possible.

“Don’t be stupid,” you retort, flinging yourself on the bed. You pat the space next to you and he blushes. Deeply.

・The giant of a man moved the bags out of the way and flared his nostrils

“Have we not established a relationship based on trust, dear Helvar?”

・He rolled his eyes at you. An occurance that happened all too often.

・But you knew him. More than he thought you did, however, you were always still blown away by his gentle ways. There wasn’t a time when he didn’t open a door for you, or helped you up or down from high places. But his kindness didn’t stop there

・He always stood in front of you whenever there was danger.

・And made sure you were never left alone in dangerous situations.

・If someone tried anything with you, Matthias was there to step in.

・Jesper started calling him your bodyguard

・And although all these things happen, you still didn’t think Matthias was attracted to you.

・You were never the traditional beauty. So you didn’t think someone like Matthias, who was this godlike man, would ever be interested in you

・And the fact that you were his pretend wife/husband, created endless flutters in your stomach. A feeling that was foreign, until you met Matthias.

“Are you hungry?” Matthias asked, dropping to unzip something from his bag.

“Oh no no, I’m okay-”

“I could hear your stomach rumbling from here.” Matthias grinned, and passed you some dried jerky that he bought from a vendor hours before

・He was always doing things like that. Thinking of you and what you might need...or want.

・You couldn’t help but blush. Even though you tried to keep up your jaunty attitude, you ... couldn’t

・And when he sat on the end of the bed, nibbling on his piece of jerky, and asking about you, your heart was beaming

・After an hour, Matthias still hadn’t moved and you realised you had to tell him what was okay.

“Move up here,” once again you patted the space next to you.

・You had wriggled underneath the blanket and watched Matthias take of his shoes and get into bed

・Your heart was in your throat. A thumping, fluttering mess.

・You started up the conversation, as he turned over to face you

・When your eyes began to droop, and Matthias started mumbling when he spoke, you two fell asleep in the King sized bed.

・You thought you were the first to wake, but you could hear the change in Matthias’ breathing

・However, you tried not to move as well. His strong arms had moved you onto his chest, and there you lay. Your head exactly where his heart was.

・At times you could feel him rub your back and those goddamn tingles never left your body

𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

・You already know this cheeky motherf*cker is grinning like a chesire cat

“I guess even fate wants us together...”

“If by ‘fate’ you mean Kaz, and by ‘wants us together’ you mean doing our job. Then yeah Jesper, that’s exactly what’s happening.”

・Your exterior was hard, but inside you were melting. Ever since meeting Jesper your insides melted whenever he was near.

・Inside the room, you turned to put your weapons on the bedside table. Twin daggers, your personalised gun, a small knife you always kept in your boot (you put that one underneath your pillow) and small hatchet that you usually kept on your back.

“There’s something quite comedic about this-” Jesper said, with his legs up on the bed, boots gleaming, and his arms around his head.

“If you don’t take your goddamn shoes off the bed-” you countered, with a small fury.

“Ooh, yes boss,” Jesper complied with a grin.

・It was a battle, trying to keep that stupid smile off your face. Somehow Jesper was always able to bring it out

・You didn’t have ocd, but you did have problems with outside clothes coming into contact with inside items. Jesper was used to the Ketterdam life, so keeping things clean was always difficult.

・The room was cosy, and a fire was lit. A steady flame burned while you and Jesper talked about your next actions.

・But somehow the conversation took a turn and you were talking about yourselves, your backgrounds and lives.

・Time flew by as you spoke, and soon night turned into day.

・The once roaring fire had dwindled into ashes and it wasn’t until Jesper yawned that you realised.

・You were going to shout obscenities but there was a knock at the door

“Did we just...?”

“Yeah! Sh*t, Fuc-”

“Wake up call!”

𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐚

・She gave a hearty laugh before looking at you with a sly grin. But her attention was grabbed by the food menu

“Ooh, I hope they have waffles...”

・Completely unbothered by having to share a bed with you

・Behind her bravado is a heart that has been captured by you. She’s just very good at hiding it.

・You, on the other hand, are a bit more quiet. Well, anyone is quiet compared to Nina (with the exception of Jesper).

・So you are a bit hesitant when it comes to showing emotions. Especially since you’re afraid of seeming weird. Growing up, you had heard that word to describe you many times

“We don’t have to share a bed, it’s okay if you don’t want to,” Nina says after a heavy silence. Her eyes flick toward you, a half grin appearing on her face. It was almost ... sad?

・You shake your head, “no no, it’s fine.” Inside you are DYING. Nina?? Sad??? You would burn the world to the ground before you made her sad.

・Perking up (slightly, as she’s never truly sad), Nina moves through the room, looking at all the objects and items. Scowling at the lack of entertainment.

“Really, Kaz could have picked a nicer place...”

・Pulling out a waffle that you had saved from breakfast earlier, you turned around and held it high in the air.

“I have saved thy favourite snack. Please take this as a token of my friendship,” you bowed slightly and waited for her reaction.

・Nina bowed low in response, a large grin on her pale face.

“I accept thy token, with immense gratitude.”

・But the act was quickly forgotten about as she squealed and ran over to you.

・ “I don’t know how well it’s going to taste...” You mumbled, showing the crumbled waffle.

・Nevertheless, you were now her favourite person.

・And the night was one you would always remember

・Like a sleepover with your best friend, you felt like you had known Nina since childhood

・The next morning, you were the first to wake.

・Tangled together Nina’s arms were firmly wrapped around you, snuggling her form closer to yours.

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transgenderteensurvivalguide · 5 months

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Is it being discriminatory or offensive to think that being mtf is always going to be harder than being ftm? (I am enby afab)

Lee says:

Your question touches on a complex and sensitive topic within the trans community, and it's important to approach this with an understanding that every individual's experience with gender identity and transition is unique, and there are various factors that can influence the challenges they face.

The concept of intersectionality is crucial here. People experience discrimination differently based on intersecting aspects of their identity like race, class, age, disability, and their socioeconomic status, access to healthcare, etc.

And even beyond that, each person's journey is shaped by a multitude of factors including their family dynamics, social environment, cultural context. These factors can make the experience of being trans vastly different for each individual.

You can't compare two people based on a single identity and say "ah this person must have had it worse because they are [X identity]!" because people aren't just one single identity, they're whole people.

Certain things can affect one part of the trans community more than another, like hypervisibility vs invisibility/erasure for example, or the rhetoric supporting laws that prevent trans people from competing on teams that match their identified gender. It's true that trans woman are often dehumanized and seen as either sexual predators, as sexual objects, or as a joke, and as a result are often the targets of a lot of transphobic rhetoric.

Minority stress is real, and it can affect people's physical and mental health even if they are not personally facing a current physical threat to their safety.

While trans people who were AMAB may be more affected by some of that stress, that doesn't mean it exclusively affects them-- often the whole community ends up feeling the effects.

Even if trans women are often targeted in bathroom bills, for example, the end result is no trans person can use the bathroom that aligns with their gender. And being discriminated against for being transgender and seeing others face discrimination for a shared identity can create distress and that should be acknowledged.

Comparing the struggles between segments of the trans community can inadvertently create a hierarchy of suffering, which is not constructive. It's more helpful to acknowledge that while experiences can be different, each individual's challenges are valid and deserving of support and understanding.

We get variations on this discourse pretty frequently and I used to answer this question when it was asked. But recently I started to wonder what good my answer will do-- If I tell you "x group is Most Oppressed tm" how does that change anyone's lives for the better?

If you're interested in this type of thing from an academic perspective then you can study the issue more, and make up all the "What if" scenarios you want. A trans woman who grows up in a supportive white liberal NYC family, starts puberty blockers at age 12, starts estrogen and legally changes her name and gender marker at age 15, has bottom surgery at 18 and goes off to college having been "passing" as female since childhood is going to have a vastly different experience than a Black transmasculine person who grew up in poverty in the South, doesn't have a supportive family, came out at 16 and was kicked out and then never finished high school, manages to start testosterone at 23 but isn't able to afford top surgery until they 34 and is often misgendered as a result of not being able to bind in their physical job. They will have completely different backgrounds, experiences, and privileges even if they both started to transition before middle age. And of course "passing privilege" is another can of worms that I'm not going to open here.

Instead of focusing on which group has it harder, it's beneficial to recognize that yes, there are some differences in our experiences, when viewed on average, but that should be used as motivation to help people who genuinely need it instead of just being divisive.

When you notice someone using transphobic arguments or targeting any trans people, you should obviously speak up and fight back on their behalf if you're comfortable-- we have to support each other, but we're all part of the same community and everyone's safety is important. Don't put yourself in danger.

So yeah, I'm tired of rehashing the Discourse and won't be answering questions about that type of topic. Good vibes only lol. In general, we all need to work to foster a sense of solidarity and support within the trans community and be open to listening to the experiences of all trans individuals. Understanding the diverse perspectives within the transgender community can lead to greater empathy and support, and mutual support can be a powerful tool in navigating the challenges of living in a transphobic culture.

#Lee says #discrimination

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soliloquiss · 2 years

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( DISCLIPLINE ME BABY ? ) SHU YAMINO X GENDER NEUTRAL! READER 18+ WC: 2.3K

❥ you tease him five times in the campus, he returns you the favor by making you cum five times as well for him. (inspired from this request)

❥ WARNINGS: SMUT, MDNI. unprotected sex, overstim, public sex, not proofread.

the class was awfully boring— the words of your professor started to become inaudible as you anchor your focus on your boyfriend who seems to be paying attention. for your class, all of you had to go out of your homeroom and take a trip around the campus to examine the buildings' intricate designings, a topic you weren't really interested in as of the moment. you barely put an effort to follow along with your cohorts, intentionally slowing down walking. the tread of footsteps echo in unison throughout the empty corridor, rambles from fellow classmates and the loud voice of your professor blends in.

you whip your head back to find your boyfriend, to which a bizarre idea popped in your mind. you halt for a moment so you could walk along with him. shu takes a glance at you once he notices your figure waiting for him. finally matching his pace, you inch forward to his figure. "say shu . . what if we fucked by the stairs over there?" you whisper to his ears, your breath tickling his sensitive skin as you point towards your right. he trails his gaze to the direction to which you pointed and his cheeks were already tinted of blush red. "he-hey, we're having a class right now."

the class was already starting to get ahead the two of you, several feet apart already but you paid no mind. you quickly hook your arm with his and bring your free hand to his crotch, slowly palming his soon-to-be erection. "so? i wouldn't mind being seen as long as it's you who's doing me." hearing your honeyed yet impure words made goosebumps break out on his pale skin, the abrupt teasing was something he didn't see coming.

"—in fact, i'd love that, i love it when they know you own me." you finish the sentence with an extremely confident tone, smirking at the end of your proclamation. shu's peace of mind slowly vanishes as his trousers became tighter after a minute of passing. being a physical manifestation of a cliffhanger you are, you decided to walk faster to catch up with your friend group and leave the flustered male behind like nothing happened, like you didn't give him a boner in the middle of your class. as a poor attempt to hide his throbbing erection, he tugs the hem of his sweater down several times. he tells himself to relax, it's a temptation burning just for now. or so he thought.

the clock's hand strikes at 12 and lunch time finally approached. shu and his group decided to eat outside of the university with his friends and you, with your own circle did the same as well, just different places. shu thought you wouldn't try to pull any prank on him anymore but of course, it's you. you stick by the saying "never let them know your next move." his phone buzzes from the glossy table top while they were eating lunch and as soon as he picks it up and swipes to see the messages you sent him, he nearly choked on the food he's chewing. ike immediately offers him a glass of water with a worried expression painting his face while the other three snickered at shu. apparently you sent him photos of yourself with no clothes at all, some images were zoomed in on your hole that shu admitted to loving so much one time when he was drunk.

of course, you had to follow up your teasing by saying: "just fuck me already, shu. didn't you say you love my hole? you can make the most out of it right now <3" the onyx haired had to go for a quick bathroom break to get himself together, losing his composure in a place like this would be embarrassing for him.

two times in a row of teasing, the male thought you wouldn't try anything more for the reason that you nearly drove him to his limits if only you were there when you sent him your nude pictures. he already couldn't focus on the classes you're having while you sit there and enjoy the show shu's putting on. you get smitten whenever he's dreading for you, yearning for your touch and warmth. but obviously, you weren't done yet. for the remaining hours in the campus, you tried to rub his dick with your ass, stroking his hair slowly (an innocent gesture that he finds hot, hence why you're doing it on purpose to him) and lastly, clinging to him when the professor isn't present yet. all of your actions nearly drove him to the edge of lust and the trigger was you licking his cheek just because.

the school alarm blares throughout the wide spacious hallways, signaling the end of classes for today. your usual routine with your boyfriend is he drives you to your home hence why you've been itching to go outside already. if shu was yearning for you, then you're twice as thirsty for his dick too. running up to shu's desk with a haughty smile, you pull his arm and chant, "let's go home now, i want to do it badly." for numerous of times but to your surprise, the raven haired didn't budge a movement. he waited first until the homeroom was finally only occupied by the two of you— he stands up and pulls your collar, forcibly making you lean towards him.

"we don't need to go home babe." he says as his other arm snakes around your waist, luscious lips immediately crashing on yours with fervor. he slips his tongue in and you could feel his lukewarm saliva dripping on your chin, shu is so impatient today and it was prominent from his foreplay. his dominant hand forces you to go deeper in his mouth with the use of force on your head, the other now groping the plush of your ass he's been dreading to touch. "shu, we can't do this here." you weakly oppose to his actions but his eyebrows knit in response.

"what do you mean we can't? earlier you were urging me to fuck you at the stairs and now we're in a secluded space you're saying no to me?" he says as he pulls his pants down, stroking his boner to prepare for its intrusion in your body. "jesus christ, when you talk like that i might just cream myself." you chuckle at the end of your sentence and strip yourself too, understanding shu's intentions right from the start.

shu's sly smirk widens as he sees you voluntarily rid yourself of your clothing, "then cream as much as you want baby." he says and seats himself on the chair and— you already knew the drill.

you shove shu's dick into your hole as you sit on his thighs, propping your arms on his shoulders for support to lap all of his dick up. starting the sex with an incredibly fast pace, the two of you couldn't exchange lustful musings any more as the feelings of pleasure got the both of you moaning at best. "i don't know but, our sex feels incredible today." your breath hitches as you try to answer, "perhaps it's the sexual frustration you're feeling now that your dick is rock hard." both of you pant heavily to try to catch your breath, but the momentum was going at a speed you couldn't match.

he bites his lower lip, standing up from his seat and he supports your body with his arms to not break the flow of the intercourse. you gasp as you notice his shifting of places and positions when suddenly, your back was laid on a hard, glossy wooden surface. "wait, don't tell me—"

before you could finish what you were saying, shu pushes his dick deeper into you once again, making sure he reaches the depths of your velvet walls with every thrust; jackhammering into your slutty hole. you almost cry out of pleasure and the shocking feeling stimulating your body at the same time. as he pounds into your body mercilessly, you feel your release nearing already. "shu, i'm gonna cum!" you cry out as he doesn't halt from his ceaseless thrusting. if anything, he quickens his pace to make you cream all over the place and that is exactly what happens next. droplets of liquid white come out of your genital, staining shu's clothes. "fuck— i'm sorry." you mumble and immediately try to wipe him clean but in response, he puts his hand on your shoulder and flips you, making you bend over on the woodentop table.

confusion clouds your fucked out mind, wondering why shu isn't saying anything— "fuck!" you cuss as you were caught off guard when the male pushes himself into you again, balls deep in. "i just came please slow down!" your words were staggered from how shu was doing you, barely coherent at all. "no can do. i need you to cum for me five times today, just like the amount of teasing you made to keep me horny." he answers, voice nonchalant— seemingly pouring all his focus on your body in making you cum.

"are you fucking for rea—" yes, you got cut off for the nth time today as the ebony head now strokes your lower region with his slender fingers in a consistent, quick pace, to which he was rewarded by your poorly stifled moans from pursing your lips. "let it all out. no one uses our homeroom around this time after all." he says, brimming with confidence and impulsivity. "i would! but! cumming five times!? don't you think that's far-fetched!?" practically exclaiming with few strength at this point, he places his hands on your lower back to make his dick reach deeper that you felt a lot, considering you just came. your knees started to tremble and couldn't stand up properly anymore, a view shu's enjoying tenfold.

"you just cummed right now. two out of five. keep it up." he says. your mind starts to drift afloat, away from reality as you felt more sensation on your lower body.

shu licks your inner thighs as he pleasures your genitalia by doing circular motions and stroking patterns in a speed he can keep up with. before you knew it, you cum once again but this time, right in front of him; feeling all shame in the world swallow you whole.

three out of five, next? he forces you to stand up as you lean against the beige walls of the classroom, the raven haired fucking you senseless once again. this time, he was more carefree to let his grunts of satisfaction slip from his lips. same old routine, you reach your limit once again.

four out of five. this time, he turns you over, making you stand up all on your own. you struggle keeping your legs still and feel as if you're going to fall anytime soon. fortunately shu wasn't that merciless when he's disciplining you with all he's got. he makes you rest on his figure but making sure not to give you enough time to rest. talk about 50/50. nonetheless, he tirelessly jackhammers into you once again. cumming for the fourth time today, your muscles started to ache for a break as you completely cling on to shu's figure for support. "shu— i can't anymore." you tried to tell him but your eyelids were already closed shut and body went numb.

the moment you peel your eyes open, you were now then enveloped by the familiar, comforting cream painted walls. scanning the whole place, it's undoubtedly your room from the setting. you try to look back on the events that unfolded previously that you ended up here; once you realized shu was trying to milk you dry by making you cum five times, your mind spins with hundreds of questions when suddenly, the door creaks open at the right time. shu enters your room with a paper bag in hand, oblivion carved on his features. "you alright?"

the look you returned to shu when he asks you that immediately shot a question 'the audacity!' but the boy only cackles in exchange. "hey, what happened in the classroom? what happened here? what did you do to bring me here?" neverending questions of the same sort came out— as expected. shu had the face to laugh again, but this time, it was not of mockery or not the teasing type. he walks by the edge of the bed and sits on the far end, setting the paper bag on the chair beside. "when you passed out, i dressed you up and drove you here to your room. i shuffled through your bag for the keys and then tada! here you are now, waking up from a 2 hour nap."

"two hours!?" you repeat the phrase again, disbelief sinking in your mind once you heard what shu said. "yeah, i also got snacks for you to fuel you up. remember? you only came four out of five times. we're going to continue what we left off in the classroom earlier once you have enough strength to go again." the raven head chuckles by the end of his statement. "damn you shu."

"don't swear at me like you don't want it."

"okay . . maybe i do."

"alright, time to make it five out of five!"

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harryissuchalittleshit · 1 year

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What are your fav headcanons for Hinny and Romione?

Hinny

They divide cooking tasks because they both don’t care for it, but Harry will cook more often because he knows how much Ginny doesn’t care about it

They pretty much adopted Teddy when he was four as Andromeda was too sick to care for him, she passed a few weeks later

Harry knows how to drive, but Ginny refuses to learn, but all of their know how to drive too

Harry always takes their kids out for their first fly, but Ginny is the one that teaches them how to mount and kick off when their a little older

Ginny will sometimes dress Harry for an event, because she knows that he gets stressed out over the little details

Ginny has a tattoo of a snitch for Harry, while Harry has a tattoo of a horse for Ginny (among many other tattoos that Harry has)

Harry handles more of the big discipline moments while Ginny takes care of more of the day to day bs their kids get into

They flipped a coin when it came to naming the boys, Ginny won first, Harry second, though Ginny always had a soft spot for the name James and she wanted to name one of their babies after Sirius. She didn’t however expect Harry to name their second son what he did, she rarely ever calls him Albus.

Ginny knew that her third pregnancy was going to be her last as of how much stress it put on her body, so when she found out they were having a girl, she knew without a doubt her first name would be Lily.

They like to share a bottle of wine on nice nights out in their garden, they have a pair of lawn chairs that sit outside waiting for them on long summer nights

Romione

They like to travel, and they do it a lot as just the pair of them and as a family, often taking Rose and Hugo to either France or Spain for a week in the summers

They make it a point to have lunch together at least once a week, just the pair of them, as they’ll sometimes go a whole work week without really seeing each other (if Harry crashes their lunch they make it up the next time they can)

Ron does most of the cooking until Rose decides to take over, while Hermione has made it clear that she can burn water, but she does have some baking skills

Their bathroom has a double sink and a very large mirror, so Hermione can do her hair, Ron remodeled it specially for her when they moved into their home

They did buy their house when they found out about Rose, as much as they loved their flat, they wanted their children to grow up feeling like they had plenty of room to run around and play in

They have matching tattoos, Hermione has a Jack Russell Terrier, while Ron has an Otter

Ron named both of their kids, coming up with their names the second they found out their genders, but they fought over middle names up until their babies were born

There have been plenty of times when Ron has had to physically make Hermione leave her work behind and come home. She always ends up cuddling with the kids on the couch and sleeping until noon the next day, but coming back with the perfect solution to the problem

Even though Ron has his drivers license, Hermione, Hugo, or Rose will always drive with him as a passenger, there have been way too many close calls

For as long as they have been friends, have really know each other, they found comfort in the others arms. They have been dancing together since they were eleven, and kept it up even when they weren’t talking to one another because they’ve always needed one another

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #head canons #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #asks

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izurusstuff · 2 years

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message from junkosstuff: once again suffering from izuru brainrot so here you lovelies go <3

cw: junkozuru is implied to have been canon at one point, smut, exhibitionism, breeding, quickies

Izuru Kamukura NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Izuru is the ultimate everything, and aftercare counts towards everything! No matter who was dominating, he’ll always take the initiative with aftercare and make sure you’re comfy and clean.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he prefers his hands. They’re skinny and veiny, which makes them much more pleasurable for his partner.

On his partner, it’d have to be their thighs. No matter their gender, they’re always soft and make great pillows.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Can he cum inside of you? Because that’s what he wants more than anything. Most of the times, the superhuman is too clouded by his lust to even think about pulling out. And boy, it’s a lot-

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wouldn’t deny it if you asked, but he definitely wants to rail you when someone’s watching just to show how good he can make you feel.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s slept with Junko if that counts. But she’s definitely the only person he’s ever slept with!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary! He loves you so so much and wants to be able to kiss you and watch your faces of pleasure!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Izuru Kamukura? Goofy? As if.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not shaven, but at least trimmed. Unlike his hair, he has to keep it well-kept!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No one would expect it, but he’s such a sweet lover. He’d hold your hand and tell you how beautiful you are too. Definitely the most romantic of his classmates.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Even during his weird fling with Junko, he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Of how you would look bouncing on his cock. So he’s definitely jacked off to you a few times more than he cares to admit. In general, he does it about once a week.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Exhibitionist. That’s his highest one. But he’s also a huge fan of breeding too ;)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere that you risk getting caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? Just pin him (or at least try to) by his wrists and give him a certain look. That’ll make him instantly horny.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He absolutely can not hurt you physically. It doesn’t matter how much you beg for him to, he just can’t.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When it comes to giving, Izuru’s definitely an expert at it. He knows how to please all of your sweet spots. As for receiving, he’ll always accept a blowjob, but he’d much rather be the one giving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Unless it’s a quickie, he’s usually slow and sensual just to savor you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

YES. All the time. In the bathroom, in the woods, in the storage closet, Izuru loves to fuck you at any given time in any given location.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Since he has a thing for public sex, it’s safe to assume he’s more than okay taking risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He was made in a lab. He can last for ages.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. He never really saw the need for them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’d only do it if you were being a brat that week. Other than that, he’s just as desperate to fuck you as you are. Teasing you would be torture to him too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s very quiet in his moans- they’re raspy grunts that you actually didn’t hear until the 5th or 6th time you had sex.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This applies to both kinks and dirty secret, but he’s fantasized about bending you over Chisa’s desk and railing you just for the thrill.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Usually I wouldn’t shoot so high, but he was made in a lab, so I’d say at least 8-9 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s relatively normal for a teenage boy. Not too high but not too low.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him about an hour or two to eventually fall asleep. As I said before, he has to make sure his darling is comfortable before he can rest!

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa smut #izuru kamakura #izuru kamakura smut #izuru kamukura smut #izuru kamukura #danganronpa izuru

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the-tired-tenor · 9 months

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Alright, I just received a video recording of a briefing with a school district lawyer the other day regarding how new legislation in Florida is going to affect public education and uh. It’s a fuckin doozy. So let’s talk about it.

I’ll be referencing 6 laws today: HB 1069, HB 1521, HB 258, HB 379, and HB 254 (2022). Feel free to fact check me as needed, but I’m going to be telling you exactly what I saw in the video unless I tell you that I’m extrapolating, meaning what you’ll be reading is essentially district policy. This video is not from my district and (at time of writing) is not publicly available; in the interest of protecting my friend who sent it to me, I’m not going to be sharing it.

HB 1069

This law is separated into several parts.

Part 1 of this law defines the term “sex” to mean biological sex assigned at birth. Under this definition, sex is a strict binary; you can either be male or female. We’ll talk about the definitions of those two terms later. According to the text of the law, sex is an immutable physical characteristic. Using pronouns which do not directly correspond with a person’s sex is considered false speech under Florida law; because of this, it is therefore unlawful to require another individual to refer to you by pronouns not corresponding to your sex. Additionally, it is unlawful for school employees to provide to a student personal titles (Mr., Mrs., Ms.) or pronouns which do not correspond to that employee’s sex. It is also unlawful to ask students to provide their personal pronouns.

Part 2 of this law requires written consent from parents/guardians to use a preferred name or ‘nickname’ for a student if it does not ‘closely match’ the student’s legal name on their birth certificate. <No, the law does not define ‘closely match.’ Additionally, this would create a paper trail for the state to seize custody of children from supportive parents under HB 254 (2022).>

Part 3 of this law prohibits instruction regarding sexual orientation and gender identity from Pre-K through 12th grade, except as proscribed by state DoE standards.

Part 4 requires that schools teach only “traditional” reproductive roles in health classes. The state department of education must approve ALL materials used for sex education classes.

HB 1521

This law, known as the “safety in public spaces act,” provides some definitions for terms in other laws. This is also known as the “bathroom bill” for reasons that are about to become obvious.

Defines “male” and “female” in the eyes of the law. I didn’t write down the exact definitions, because it’s basically what you’d expect. Males impregnate, females get pregnant.

All persons may only use restrooms corresponding to their sex (as defined in HB 1069).

HB 258

This law prohibits certain apps from being downloaded to government owned and issued devices, as well as the accessing of those apps over government administered networks. For now, this is basically exclusively a TikTok ban, but the door is open to add more apps later.

HB 379

Prohibits the use of TikTok to promote district-sponsored activities. This extends to things like concerts, sports performances, and fundraisers; most notably, this also applies to booster clubs and similar organizations. This law didn’t get a lot of press, so I’m expecting to hear about lots of boosters getting disbanded or disciplined over this.

Prohibits students from accessing social media (any) using district resources. This included school-issued laptops, tablets, etc. as well as school internet.

Prohibits the use of student personal electronic devices during instructional time without express permission from the teacher in the room. I have no idea what the legislature thought they were drinking with this one, because not only is it micromanaging to a ridiculous degree, but it’s unenforceable and there’s no punishment provided for it.

In summary, this is the widest-reaching anti-student (and specifically anti-trans) legislation I’ve had a chance to closely examine. It’s deeply fucked, and I cannot stress enough that if you are able to send your trans students to school anywhere other than Florida, you should make that happen.

#fledu #trans rights #legal #education

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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💗Haikyuu💗

Bokuto Kōtarō x Gender Neutral reader

Warnings: Bokuto none

A/N: February 11th is our favorite himbo Bokuto 🥺 check out the masterlist and @axoxtxhxh contribution to our Valentine Collab 💝

• Hi YN, just dropping by to say sorry in advance

• Also to ask what you did to attract this man 🤣

• Like seriously, Bokuto has one braincell

• And that braincell is a volleyball bouncing in his head

• Lets be real, you probably laughed at his joke

• That’s all it takes

• You’ll never get rid of him YN

• He’s so obvious about his crush too

• Like he’s going to attach himself to you

• Honestly he’ll probably confess like within a week of knowing you

• That’s a long time in Bokuto years tho

• Like by that point he’s probably already planned your wedding ✋️

• Honestly one of the sweetest guys in the Haikyuu world

• Doesn’t care for physical appearance at all

• I know it’s cannon that he likes thiccc with 3 c’s but I think he’d be attracted to anyone

• He definitely loves someone who can match his chaotic energy

• He needs an Akaashi mixed with a Hinata with a dash of Kuroo

• Someone who is fun, responsible and can put up with him for more than an hour max

• When he confesses, it’s going to be random

• He won’t plan it out at all

• It will go something like this

• ✨️picture this✨️

• You’re going to the bathroom

• Bokuto stops you on your way your way in

• “Hi YN nice day today right! Say will you help me with my spiking practice later? Atsumu says he can set for us. Also let’s go on a date tonight. Sounds fun right? Cool see you later!” 👋🏻

• You will just be left standing there like 👁👄👁

• How could you possibly say no to that YN

• Bokuto is one of the sweetest angels tho

• He’s super casual for dates

• You guys probably just go catch a bite to eat after practice or after a match

• Tells Akaashi about you while you are on the date

• Like he picks up his phone and calls Akaashi

• Hes so excited YN because he likes you so much 🥺

• He’s also uber protective

• Like he doesn’t like to share you with anyone

• He will go full emo if you help anyone else during practice

• Let’s say you are the manager and it’s your job, he will understand but he will also mope

• He’s Bokuto, he’s going to mope

• But praise goes along way YN

• Praise him and you’ll be fine

• Brings you random gifts

• Like t-shirts, postcards, Keychain

• He says stuff like “I saw this and instantly thought of you”

• Pls YN he’s so cute 😭

• He uses petnames and loves it when you do too

• Call him “babe” or “sweetheart”

• He will simply perish YN

• Mans wants to know he’s special

• But trust when I say this man gives everything back in return

• Definitely one of the most devoted men in the whole HQ universe

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seokmingiggles · 2 years

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11:15 pm

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, idol!au (idol!Seok, non-idol!reader), comfort fic?? (it’s primarily the mc comforting Seok).

1.07k words

Warnings: like one smidge of a sexual innuendo, but it’s barely there (& why do I keep writing about Seokmin bathing I—). (No warnings.)

Your boyfriend returns home after one of his evening musical shows. Despite his hectic schedule, you make sure that he knows he’s dearly loved and allow yourself to take care of him. Alternatively, Seokmin is just really grateful to be with you ;-; (and I’m probably projecting my physical touch love language here bc wow, imagine being able to comfort this dude !!)

A/N: Look. My mind hasn't left ArthurKyeom mode. (It's probably the inner theatre-nerd in me—more of that to come.) This fic would take place during that busyness when Seok was in his musical. No, I definitely didn’t use my nickname for him at the end. I lobe him. That's all. Thank you. (And y’all have to be nice to me bc it’s my bday :< yes, I know I came back with some Seok fluff after a couple of months w/o posting. Hell yeah, I’m weak and predictable. He’s my babie!!)

I’d like to think this is pt. 2 of my Hot Choco couple, just a bit longer after they began dating :’)

•• "Honey~ I'm home!"

"You did not just say that—"

Seokmin snuck up to the back of the couch, placing his hands onto your shoulders, "Oh, but I just did."

"You dork."

"But you're the one in love with me"—a kiss to the top of your head, lingering—"isn't that right, hmm?"

Attempting to ignore the grin spreading on your face, you changed the subject, "How was your day? Your show?"

"Mmm," your boyfriend began to rub his thumbs at the base of your neck, "as fun as always." His smile was evident in his voice.

You relaxed from his touch, leaning your head onto the couch's backrest and meeting a familiar pair of kind eyes above, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there today."

Something akin to a giggle roused from Seokmin's chest. "No need to apologize," another kiss—this time on your forehead. The ends of his hair tickled your nose. "You've been to plenty of my shows already. I wouldn't want to bore you with the same thing over and over again."

"It's not like you even do the same thing every night," you said. It was easy to match his smile. "Still, I wish I could've been there."

His face was upside-down from this angle, yet you couldn't deny that Seokmin was one of the most beautiful faces you'd ever seen—not that you were biased or anything. After all, he was your beloved.

But of course, the boy wouldn't hesitate to say those exact words but about you, too.

You pulled yourself from the comfort of the couch (and Seokmin's hands still holding your shoulders). "Hungry?"

The boy shook his head, a slight pout to his lips as he said, "I'm too exhausted to eat right now."

"That doesn't sound like you. How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, "Just tired. So many things going on right now, y'know—the musical, the comeback—I'm just getting a bit tired." Seokmin found your embrace when you approached him, coming from around the couch. He closed his eyes, focussing on your fingers threading through his hair, "I love it, though. The busyness. Makes me feel like I'm doing something important." He leant down to rest his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into you.

"You are doing something important," you placed a delicate peck to his cheekbone. "You're important."

Seokmin said nothing, although you could feel the smile growing across his cheeks next to your ear.

"I think I'm even too tired to shower."

"I could help you with that—"

Seokmin bolted upright, cheeks suddenly aflame, "I-I said I'm tired, (Y/N)."

"No—I could draw you a bath if you'd like."

"Oh—y-yeah, a bath would be great. Thank you."

You gently pinched the flustered boy's cheek after you let go of him, making your way to your bathroom. •

You checked the water at least a dozen and a half times after you put the drain stopper in.

You called out to Seokmin, who was rummaging for some clean pyjamas in the other room, then added, "I even busted out the bubble bath for you" when he entered the washroom.

"See, this is why I love you."

"For my bubble bath?"

Seokmin only chuckled, eyes bright, knowing; "Yes," he said. "Just for your bubble bath. Nothing else."

The little shit; his sarcasm was stinking up the bathroom. Yet, you went along with it, "Damn. Well, okay, glad we got that confession out of the way."

Seokmin's laugh echoed in the closed bathroom. He finally stepped into the tub, mumbling something along the lines of the water being the perfect temperature—or maybe it was another comment about the bubbles—but you weren't sure. It didn't matter; you only were eased once he was sat down, the sight of the stress and tension built up in his shoulders slowly washing out of him. He played with the bunches of small bubbles sticking to his hands. Seokmin finally looked up at you, an open-mouth smile as he put his hands up, showing off the bubbles. Your focus was on the way he beamed.

"You're like a little kid, I swear," your grin contradicted your words. "Do you want me to wash your hair, too, while I'm here?"

You were met with a pair of wide brown eyes. "Really? Would you?"

You would.

Squeezing his shampoo into your palm, you began lathering it in your hands before kneeling beside the bathtub (knees on the cold tiles where the bath mat didn't quite reach—this, you were certain, was love). Your efforts were worthwhile the second you felt Seokmin leaning into your touch.

"Thank you."

The words were so quiet that you almost missed them.

"Of course," you matched his low tone, running your nails over his scalp.

There was a moment of silence before he added, "You're so good to me. My schedule is always unpredictable, so busy usually—especially now—but you don't take it out on me. No, you never take it out on me."

You almost missed the wavering in his voice.

"You're patient and understanding. You take care of me and let me take care of you too." He sniffed, quieter now, "You're too good to me."

"Hey," you rinsed your hands in the bathwater, still warm, "look at me."

The boy did as he was told, and you saw his appreciation threatening to fall from his eyes.

"I want to be the best version of myself because that's what you deserve, Seok."

His lips were beyond pouty now, nearly threatening to tremble. Yet, as fast as they had formed—"I'd hug you, but I don't think you'd like that, considering I'm in the bath right now"—any traces of tears were swept away by his humour; smiles filled the bathroom once again.

"Why don't I let you finish up, and then you can hug me for as long as you want to?"

"Deal."

And what a deal that was. Now, you lied next to him on your bed with limbs entangled into a position that would normally be uncomfortable—but, somehow, Seokmin made it work.

"Now, hear me out," he said, breath tickling the shell of your ear before he giggled and peppered tiny kisses to the side of your face, continuing, "what if I said I was finally hungry?"

"And get up to threaten the sanctuary we've created here?" you paused, giving your boyfriend time to laugh into your shoulder. "Fine; you win. Let's go get something that'll make your tummy happy, Babs."

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teddy-yandere · 3 years

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Yandere Kenma Kozume Headcanons

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• Kenma is a very confusing Yandere to describe. It actually takes him a very long time realize that he is in love with you.

• To set the scene I am going to make a classmate of Kenma that he sees regularly . I have the feeling that Kenma really likes routines so it would make it really hard for him to fall in love at first sight. Since you are his classmate he gets used to you and your presence.

• Kenma can sometimes be very socially awkward and not know what to do around people he is not familiar with.

• Every single time you went to one of his games or practice matches, Kuroo would notice that Kenma will actually play better and harder when he knows that you are in the audience watching him. If Kuroo or the other members of the team start to ask Kenma questions, he would immediately shut them down while saying “ I have no idea what you are talking about “.

• Sooner or later Kenma really starts to notice that he thinks about you a lot. He also makes a point to follow you home some days after practice. Then it hits him. He is in love with you.

• Since Kenma is very socially awkward and shy , he really does love to follow you home and watch you through your windows and stuff. In Kenma’s eyes he is simply protecting you. You don’t know about the many dangerous and bad things that could happen to you when Kenma isn’t watching you.

• If someone were to ask you out on a date or something , Kenma will do anything in his power to distract you on the day of the date. He will leave a coupon to you favorite store or ask you to come watch volleyball practice.

• If you were in a actual serious relationship, Kenma will probably make you break up with them by telling you awful lies about them. If that doesn’t work then I think Kenma will go get Kuroo involved .

• Soeaking of Kuroo, I feel like Kuroo will notice pretty early on that Kenma has a major crush on you . Because Kenma is his best friend, he will do anything in his power to make Kenma happy. Even if it means beating up a guy or two after school.

• Kuroo would really try to get Kenma to start a normal loving relationship with you , but Kenma being Kenma will say no and tell Kuroo to fuck off or something .

• After a while Kenma will break and would really want to kidnap you so that the two of you could be together for the rest of your lives. He will probably kidnap you in the least painful way.

• Kenma would never physically hurt or punish you when you are together in his house. If you misbehave then he will simply isolate you in your room and not talk to you. He will only come in to give you water and food , and untie you when you need to go to the bathroom or shower.

• When you are behaving Kenma can be really clingy at times. Poor boy is really touch starved. He really loves it when you let him be the little spoon . He also likes it when you lay on his chest or lap while he is playing video games !!

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Thanks for reading Darling !! <3

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#yandere haikyuu #Yandere haikyuu headcanons #yandere kenma #Yandere kozume #yandere Kenma headcanons #Yandere #yandere #yandere headcanons #anime #teddy yandere

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idv-hc-center · 3 years

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23 or 36 for Aesop, Smut? (I’m doing this right, right?)

So I kind of mixed both

also i see Aesop as really possessive in relationships so 👉👈

reader is gender neutral as per usual

23 - "I didn't like the way they were looking at you"

36 - "lipstick's a good look on you"

words: 1,2k

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, cockwarming, possessiveness, jealousy, unwanted flirting from another character

nsfw under the cut

Nervously you bit down on your lip while watching your reflection in one of the bathroom mirrors. It wasn't much of a deal, but your anxiety was telling otherwise. You looked back at the lipstick you just put on your lips. It was given to you by one of your dear friends, the barmaid, Demi. She said it would look great on you, but you weren't so sure. You loudly sighed. It really wasn't much of a deal, and you didn't want to wipe it off again. And now you really didn't have time to.

Suddenly you realized how much time you spent looking into a mirror, and noticed you were late. Without a thought, you ran out of your room. The match was about to start in 5 minutes, and you couldn't be late again.

Everyone looked at you when you entered the room what made you a bit embarrassed. You quickly sat down next to your partner, Aesop. You smiled at the fact you got matched together again. You loved matches with Aesop, not only because of your relationship but also because, of the fact he was a great teammate.

"Sorry, I'm late." You quickly apologized while looking at your boyfriend. Surprisingly you found him smiling at you underneath his mask, which you could see by him slightly squinting his eyes. It was a rare sight to see Aesop smiling.

"What?" You asked flustered.

"Nothing, just lipstick is a good look on you."

You felt your face turn red at the compliment. Before you could respond, you passed out and woke up on one of the maps. The cracking noise announced that the match started. Imiadetly you went over to a machine and started to decode it.

It was one of the rough matches. You were playing against Galatea and, all of the matches against her were hard. Right now, you were decoding the last cipher with your teammate, Kevin, while Aesop was kiting.

In Kevin's fashion, he was showering you with compliments.

He was constantly pointing out your lipstick and telling you how good it looked on you. Your face was burning red as you tried to stop him from flirting. Your relationship with Aesop wasn't really much known about by others, so it made sense he still tried to flirt with you despite it. It wasn't the best time to explain that you were actually dating one of the teammates, so you completely ignored his remarks.

"The hunter changed targets!" you heard Aesop yelling, trying to warn you. You responded by screaming "follow me!" so he could find you and you could heal him. As you expected, Aesop quickly found you both, and you did as you wanted.

While you were healing him, you noticed him throwing Kevin some deadly stares, while Kevin was completely oblivious to it. You didn't think much of it as Aesop disliked most of the people he was stuck in the manor with. And Kevin was acting especially loud today, so maybe that was the cause of his annoyance.

After you helped Aesop, Galatea found you all. You popped the cipher and went to the gate. She continued to follow Aesop while you and Kevin escaped. You got a tie.

After the match, you sat in Aesop's room trying to patch all the scratches he got while kiting. You quickly noticed some change in his attitude. Aesop almost always looked very gloomy, but today, before the match, he seemed happy, and that change worried you. You liked to see him happy. You assumed it was probably because of the match, but you just wanted to be sure.

When you were done, you quickly asked why he seemed off.

"I didn't like the way he looked at you." you looked at him confused.

"Huh? What do you mean-" before you could finish, you felt his hands, one on your waist and the other on your cheek. He pulled you into a passionate kiss as you looked at him, still confused. He brushed one of his hands down your thigh.

"You are mine." he kissed you again while his hand explored your body.

"Are you jealous?" you were thrown off because of his sudden change in behavior, but you still enjoyed it. You enjoyed that Aesop's possessiveness.

"A little." He sighed again. "But I know you are mine, so I'm not worried."

You felt his hand go up under your shirt.

"And I'm going to prove that you mine."

The implication of what he meant, plus his touch, sent a shook through your spine. He lightly pushed your body on the bed as he sat on your lap.

"Do you want this?" he asked, pulling his hair out of the ponytail. You nodded to what Aesop smiled.

"Good." Aesop went back to kissing you while his hands were busy trying to take off your clothes. He quickly moved onto your neck, leaving a trail of bruises and slight bite marks. He pulled away in order to take off your shirt and then went back to work.

Quickly you were both naked as Aesop kept peppering your body with marks and kisses. It was another way of proving, that yes, you were his. A physical sign of that. But he was determined to prove it one more way.

You gasped when you felt him lining up to your entrance. You sharply inhaled when he started to push inside, as you were gripping the sheets. With deep breaths, he pushed his whole length inside you and started to move.

Moans were slipping through your lips as you looked at his face. The ecstasy that was showed through his expression made you smile. You pulled him into one more kiss as he continued to move inside of you. His moves were almost frantic. He was determined to prove that you were his and only his. You wouldn't do it with anyone else if it was otherwise.

Both of you were close when you a question slipped through Aesop's lips.

"Can I...inside you?" Aesop was still moving as he looked at your face, looking for the answer. He didn't know he could continue for much longer, and he just wanted you both to reach the climax. And he wanted you to agree as it would be the ultimate proof of his own around you.

You quickly thought about it and nodded once again. Your head was fogged up, from all the pleasure he was giving you, and you were also very close. Almost immediately after you answered, Aesop released inside of you as you both came. He didn't immediately pull out as he hugged you with him still inside you. You both were still painting when he kissed your forehead.

"You are mine, and I am yours." you felt his thumb caress your cheeks as you smiled, closing your eyes.

"You are mine, and I am yours," you repeated and kissed him once again.

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mochi-marie · 3 years

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I hope this isn’t too much but can you do some bnha characters comforting the reader? Maybe she has low self esteem and thinks down of herself? Maybe with hawks, Shigaraki, Bakugou and Todoroki? Sorry it’s just I’m not in the best mood > <

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 / 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 / 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 + 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ˎˊ˗

author’s note : it's not too much at all, love!! i love writing comfort, this is more than okay! and no need to apologize, everyone gets upset sometimes <3 just remember that you're loved, and take care of your mental health — that goes for everyone reading this! also, i ended up writing two small blurbs for bakugou and todoroki, so i hope they're okay? <3

perspective : gender neutral

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, keigo takami, shigaraki tomura

warning : angst to comfort, themes of self-hate / self-esteem issues

⊰ 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 ⊱

♡ … bakugou may not seem like it, but he is very observant. he tends to notice slight changes in routines, or in attitudes. this often times includes noticing changes of mentality.

♡ … the moment that he realizes you're upset, specifically upset with yourself, he understands. he's been through similar feelings of inferiority, and a part of him aches at the idea of you feeling the way he did.

♡ … over time, katsuki tries to reach out to you in subtle ways. making you food more often, offering small glances and holding your gaze with his own with a hidden questioning look while he wished he could say : "hey, i'm here for you"

♡ … but subtlety often doesn't work. he realizes it when your issues seem to finally bubble up and you're nowhere in sight...

bakugou found himself staring into dark wood, eyes downcast at the slit under the door with low, yellow light illuminating from the crack. Taking a deep breath, going over the words in his head for what felt like the one-hundredth time, his hand lifted up to meet the door — your door — and his knuckles bounced, the rapping jolting him out of the haze he had been trapped under. bakugou's mouth felt dry, mind blanking and words dying on his lips when he heard a soft voice call out; "who is it?"

"open the door." strong, stable, calm. katsuki's eyes trailed the length of the illuminated slit, watching for any movement that would be caught by shifting shadows. "wh-" "just let me in, (name)." his voice was quick and sharp to respond, a stark contrast to the worry swimming in his scarlet red eyes. surprisingly, the click and shift of a lock was heard, and the door cracked open, revealing you. you could only imagine how disheveled you appeared — large, oversized lounge clothes draping over your figure, hair messy, and no doubt bags under your eyes, deprivation of mental rest clearly written across your face. "b-bakugou, why're you-"

arms wrapped around your shoulder tightly, surprise making you stumble back as your own instinctively wrapped around bakugou's mid-section. his face was pushed against your head, his spikey blonde hair tickling your face as the realization dawned. bakugou knew, he was there. he knew the deepest, darkest depths of his own mind that was tainted with ideas of inferiority, of guilt and regret, and of self-hate. he knew more than anyone how you felt in that moment, and he silently enveloped you in the comfort of attention and understanding.

"how'd you know?" you murmured softly, trying your best to swallow back the hot sting behind your eyes.

"it's my job to know." was his only response.

⊰ 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 ⊱

♡ … todoroki can be a bit oblivious with childish things such as jokes, or with some types of emotions, but he understands self-esteem and the issues surrounding the concept.

♡ … watching your facial expressions, he immediately takes notice of the way you avoid mirrors, or in the way you seem to dodge compliments and brush off insults with a hidden frown and hurt bleeding from your expressive eyes.

♡ … todoroki would not waste any time, and would be quick to come and confront you about what's bothering you.

♡ … he may not fully understand the extent of your issues, but he will not stand aside and watch a loop of self-destruction start...

todoroki watches the smile on your lips fade to a thin line as others laughed around you, watching carefully as your gaze wandered to your hands that rested in your lap, fiddling nervously with your fingers. his stomach twisted into knots as he observed you silently, blank look on his face ever-present as he watched you get left behind once again. he watched the corner of your lips twitch, observed as the sigh flew harshly from your lips, and as your head dropped to stare into your lap.

furiously blinking, doing your best to hide your distraught face from others, a hand pressed itself to your upper back. the positioning was awkward, yet safe; hand curving to the upset hunch of your back. the hand was warm, and as you lifted your head, meeting his dual-colored eyes that matched his white and red split hair. "(name)?" his voice was calm and soft, eyebrows creasing in furrowed worry as his hand traveled to yours that had continued fiddling, taking your fingers into his palm. his thumb absentmindedly rubbed over your knuckles softly, having paused.

"are you okay?" sincerity dripped from his honeyed voice, genuine worry for a close one obvious. the tears that slipped from your eyes didn't startle him; todoroki calmly waited, until your head dropped to lean against his shoulder, feeling terrible for letting him see you in such a weak moment.

"it's okay, (name). speak when you're ready. i'm here for you." was his soft response to your silence, his heart pounding in his chest.

no one dared to disturb you two, as he listened to you let your emotions out.

⊰ 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜 ⊱

♡ … climbing in through your apartment window to be greeted with a surprised gasp was confusing.

♡ … when his head snapped up to see tear streaks on your cheeks with rosy eyes and a red nose, his heart climbed into his throat.

♡ … keigo's normal cockiness drained from his person, replaced with a side of him that doesn't normally show all too often -- seriousness and care overtakes his features, being emotionally intelligent.

♡ … he drops anything that he may have been carrying in favor of scooping you up into his arms after pulling off some of his pro-hero equipment ( visor, gloves, etc ).

♡ … keigo looks down to you, cradled in his arms with tears brimming that nearly draw water to his own eyes.

♡ … "what happened?" he asks softly, in a low voice as to avoid any more tears that would slip if he spoke any louder. his voice was barely above a whisper.

♡ … if you choose to say what's been bothering you, he'll listen closely, still holding you close to his chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, sitting down on a sofa or a bed.

♡ … if you choose to stay silent, not yet ready or not quite in the right mind to convert bitter thoughts into coherent words that would make sense, he'll simply hold you to his figure until you're ready to talk!

♡ … will be a bit clingy, if it doesn't annoy you too much! he'll grumble a bit if you try to push away, and will sit outside the bathroom door if you needed to use it.

♡ … for the rest of the night he's never too far away, sticking near you as much as possible to offer any and all comfort that you need, only getting up to follow you to the bathroom or to grab you any snacks or drinks you may want, or blankets and pillows.

⊰ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 ⊱

♡ … shigaraki is known to not care for others and their qualms, acting childish and not being the best in understanding certain emotions or knowing how to deal with them within himself or others.

♡ … but having a relationship with you ( in some way or another ), he may have learned a bit. that doesn't mean he won't hesitate greatly though, once met with your tearful expression and curled up figure.

♡ … all you see is his frozen, ridged form, standing as still as a statue. yet his heart is pounding wildly in his chest, breath caught in his throat and skin starting to irritatingly itch.

♡ … his hand crawls up to his neck to absent-mindedly scratch, observing the way you opted to turn from his view. yet it was hard to miss the way you tried your best to stop the small bobbing of your shoulders that ached in the suppression of your cries.

♡ … an awkward, uncomfortable presence was sat next to you after a few minutes. no touching, just company. his company, unsure of what was appropriate, not knowing what to do, or what you would want from him.

♡ … if you don't tell him want you want, or what you need, the most he might do is place a tentative hand on your shoulder to test the waters, unsure of what he was doing, fingers twitching in uncomfortable tenseness.

♡ … he wants to help, he knows that he should help, but he doesn't know how to interact with people who are suffering with these emotions.

♡ … you'll have to be to one to move; to crawl into his embrace and manually wrap his arms around your frame, to be the one to initiate so that he can finally loosely wrap his arms around you — still hesitant and rigid, but wanting to help you in any way you would need — and let you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

♡ … while he may not be sure about physical or emotional connection, he understands that you need him, and that you need time to be able to explain the self-disparaging thoughts that run wild in your head.

♡ … will let you sit and cling to him for the rest of the day, and doesn't dare move unless you yourself moves first, not wanting to risk worsening any thoughts -- the absolute opposite of what he would wish.

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viastro · 3 years

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trailing arbutus | lee juyeon

ミ★ synopsis: you couldn’t help but fall for the boy who offered you his umbrella on that rainy day in the fall.

ミ★ genre: hanahaki!au, best friends to lovers!au, angst, some humor, some fluff

ミ★ warnings: mentions of death, vomiting

ミ★ word count: 5,038

ミ★ pairings: juyeon x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! it’s been a while since i released a tbz oneshot so here’s juyeon ! spring break is coming soon and my classes for spring quarter are a lot easier than the classes i was taking during winter quarter, so i should be able to post oneshots more consistently again... i hope </3 AJLEGSBKRJ don’t hold me to that <333 keep your expectations of me very low <333 the flower that juyeon gave yn may seem familiar if you read my minghao oneshot, last a lifetime >:D anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this ! i wish i could’ve spent some more time on it, but alas. make sure to give juyeon lots of love <3

You met Juyeon in the Fall, when the raindrops began to descend down from the sky and you had forgotten to bring your umbrella.

“Fuck me.” You curse under your breath as you see the pellets of rain drop onto the sidewalk before you, wondering why the weather app always seems to fail you in times of need.

You were studying at the library for your biopsychology midterm at the end of the week, as you feel that your apartment has too many distractions. For once in your life, you checked the weather app to see if it would rain, and it said no rain.

It lied.

So now here you are, no umbrella in your hand as you debate on whether to sacrifice your textbook or your bag.

“This textbook was 200 dollars��” You mumble to yourself, now deciding which of the items to ruin. You open up your bag to place the textbook inside, only to pause when you feel a presence beside you. Turning your head, you see an incredibly handsome blonde man standing to your left, holding an opened umbrella above you.

“Don’t ruin your textbook and bag.” He tells you with a small smile, and you raise an eyebrow, looking down at your bag that now holds your giant biopsych book.

“I would’ve only ruined my bag.” You respond, and the pretty man chuckles, pointing at the cloth material of your bag. You purse your lips, coming to terms with the fact that he has made some strong points.

“Take my umbrella.” He says, giving the umbrella he’s holding a slight jiggle. You shake your head, raising your hands up to tell him that it’s fine, only to pause when he places the umbrella handle into the palm of your hand.

“It’s okay, my friend has one anyways. Get home safe!” And with a final smile, he heads back into the library. Leaving you standing at the entrance, in a state of both shock and gratitude as you hold the pretty stranger’s umbrella. You glance back towards the rain, and begin your descent down the stairs, heading back to your apartment.

It’s when you’re close to the trees that you pause, turning to look back towards the library when you realize something.

“I never got his name.” You mutter, before letting out a sigh. You continue on the path towards your apartment building, feeling too lazy to go back and ask for the kind man’s name.

The thought of his smile still lingers in your mind, even when you return to the warmth of your home.

You didn’t see Juyeon for a month afterwards, but you made sure to keep his umbrella with you in case you ran into him on campus again. The day you finally saw the pretty boy again, it was in fact, raining. Except this time, the roles were switched.

You had an umbrella, and he didn’t.

“Rain, I have a love and hate relationship with you.” You state quietly as you walk towards the cafe, umbrella shielding you from getting drenched. The weather app lied to you once again, saying that it was only going to be partly cloudy.

Partly cloudy your ass.

You hold the umbrella that the pretty man gave you a month ago, feeling grateful that you’ve been carrying it on you since that day just in case you ran into him. However, you’ve ended up using it more often than you originally thought you would.

You squint when you see a familiar blonde haired man holding his bag over his head as he walks to his destination. You speed up your pace until you’re close to him, and realize that he’s the pretty stranger from a month ago.

Without a word, you take a few more steps and outstretch the umbrella over his head, and he pauses, turning to look at you. The two of you stop walking, and he tilts his head to the side when he recognizes you, a pretty smile coming over his features.

“Don’t ruin your bag.” You point out with a grin, and he lets out a laugh, nodding his head. He glances up at the umbrella, chuckling when he sees that it’s the same one he gave you that day at the library. Looking back at you he asks, “You kept it?”

You nod your head, an incredulous look coming onto your face. “Of course I did! Why would I get rid of a stranger’s umbrella?”

The man purses his lips, before outstretching his hand in your direction. “Hi, I’m Lee Juyeon.”

You smile, now knowing the name of the kind man as you reach out and grasp his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “I’m yn yln.”

A year since that fateful encounter, you and Juyeon are walking towards his apartment underneath a shared umbrella. The rain falls softly against the clear plastic, and you watch as the droplets fall off the sides and onto the ground.

“Always so intrigued by the rain, huh?” Juyeon asks you with a grin, making you turn and look at his face. He dyed his hair black a few months after the two of you became friends, having had Changmin color it for him. However, with the boxed bleach you hold in the shopping bag as the two of you walk, you know Juyeon’s hair is about to be fried.

“The rain is nice when I’m not getting wet.” You respond with a nudge, and Juyeon chuckles, nodding his head in agreement. You both turn into the apartment building entrance, with the black haired beauty shaking the umbrella to remove the excess water.

“Are you sure you want to bleach your hair again?” You ask once the two of you enter the elevator, and he nods his head as he wraps up the umbrella. “Yeah, I miss the blonde.”

Pursing your lips at the thought of Juyeon possibly going bald, you decide to press more, “Your hair could end up being absolutely fried.”

Your pretty friend simply shrugs his shoulders, taking a photo of the boxed bleach in the bag that you’re holding. You let out a sigh when the elevator doors open and you both step out, wondering how he manages to just not care about anything.

“Okay, I have another question.” You state as the two of you walk up to Juyeon’s apartment door. He raises an eyebrow at you as he turns the key, letting you step in first. “Mm?”

“Are you sure you want me to bleach your hair for you? Do you remember the last time I tried to dye Changmin’s hair pink?” Juyeon just chuckles at the tragic memory, shrugging off his coat and placing it onto the rack. He stretches his hand out to you, and you hand him your own jacket, watching as he places it beside his own.

“Yeah. I trust you, yn.” Juyeon tells you as he walks off towards the bathroom, stretching his arms over his head as he does so. Your eyes catch the sliver of skin that appears when his shirt rides up, and you immediately turn away, letting out a frustrated breath as warmth floods your face.

“You really shouldn’t have this much trust in me.” You mutter, following after the pretty man. The two of you set up the bathroom, with you preparing the bleach solution and Juyeon placing newspapers onto the floor.

“You ready?” Juyeon glances up from his phone and into the mirror, sending you a grin that makes your heart palpitate within your chest. “Of course.”

You place the brush with the bleach concoction onto a few strands of Juyeon’s hair, wincing at the image of your pretty friend going bald because of how often he colors his hair. Juyeon raises an eyebrow at the furrow to your brows and the pout to your lips, letting out a chuckle as he turns around and rests his hand on your head.

You snap out of the trance of a bald Juyeon, just to find your best friend staring at you with an amused expression on his face. With his thumb, he reaches down and swipes the crease between your eyebrows until it goes away. He gives you a kind smile once his hand lowers back down to his lap, “Why did it look like you stepped in a pile of dog poop as you started to bleach my hair?”

You don’t answer for a moment as you return to placing the bleach onto the ends of Juyeon’s hair, warmth flooding your face at the physical contact that lasted very briefly but sent your heart spiraling. Juyeon watches you in the mirror, awaiting your answer.

These feelings have to stop before it’s too late, You think to yourself once you feel yourself begin to calm down. It wasn’t shocking to you that you felt a bit attracted to Juyeon, as he is incredibly handsome and has a precious personality to match. What was surprising, albeit a bit scary, is that your attraction for Juyeon didn’t dwindle as the two of you became closer over a span of a year. In fact, it’s only grown since then.

But that is one of the few facts that you refuse to acknowledge.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you take out a comb and part another section of Juyeon’s hair and finally glance up into his eyes in the mirror with a playful smile.

“Cause I thought of how you’d look bald.”

Juyeon scoffs, eliciting a giggle out of you when you take note of his own expression turning a bit sour from the image appearing in his mind.

“If I go bald, I’m blaming you.”

“You just said you trusted me!”

“Yeah, well. That was before you placed the image of me being bald in my head.” Juyeon says, laughing when he sees you biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your own chuckles. He nudges you slightly, and your laughter pours out, mixing with his own as you continue to bleach his hair.

The previous worries you had slowly melt away, but inch back towards the surface each time you lock eyes with your best friend.

You scroll through your phone, looking through Twitter to try and find memes as you wait for Changmin to come for your guys’ weekly lunch run. Your thumb halts its sweeping movement when you feel a presence standing before you, and you glance up to see Juyeon staring at you with a smile on his face.

Immediately you frown, “What are you doing here?”

Juyeon’s eyebrows furrow in response to your unenthusiastic reaction. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, “Changmin has to stay after at practice because he needs to help fix the choreo. He told me he texted you, but you didn’t respond.”

You purse your lips, going to the messages app to see that you did, in fact, completely miss Changmin’s message that he couldn’t make it and that Juyeon will be his replacement for the week. You grin when your eyes land on the last text.

changmin: this is only a one time thing ! no one can ever replace me on our weekly lunch extravaganzas >:DD

“Mmm.” You mutter, placing your phone into your pocket and looking up at Juyeon, who is squinting at you.

“What?”

“Why are you so unhappy that you’re eating lunch with me and not Changmin?” Juyeon asks, and you smile, beginning to walk towards McDonalds without answering his question. The blonde just stares after you with an amused smile on his face, watching as you turn back towards him and cup your hands around your mouth.

“Changmin is more entertaining!”

Juyeon’s mouth drops open at your words, and you let out a loud laugh at how offended he looks. He points towards you with a competitive grin on his face, and your eyes widen when you realize what that look means.

“Juyeon, no.” He simply starts running after you without a response, making you elicit a squeal as you begin to sprint away. The two of you run through campus, ignoring all the other students around you as you let out bright laughs while listening to Juyeon’s shouts.

“You’ll NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE!”

You suddenly feel your wrist get grabbed, and you’re pulled back into Juyeon’s body as he laughs, staring into your eyes with all the stars in the universe. Warmth floods your face from the close proximity between the two of you, wondering if he’s even affected by this as he looks at you.

“I caught you alive.” Juyeon states with a grin, pulling back and raising his arms up as he stretches. It takes you a moment to answer as you wait for your heart to calm down, before rolling your eyes and nudging him.

“Whatever. You got a head start.”

“You literally ran before I even chased after you.” You simply shrug your shoulders, and Juyeon lets out a chuckle as the two of you peacefully walk towards the fast food franchise.

“You still think Changmin is more fun than me?” Juyeon asks as the two of you pass the flower shop, signaling that you’re close to McDonalds and closer to eating very unhealthy french fries. Biting the inside of your cheek, you respond, “I think you’re both equally fun.”

When you don’t hear a reply from Juyeon, you turn your head and realize that the blonde is no longer walking alongside you. You glance back to see him standing by a bucket that holds a few flowers, and you raise an eyebrow when he tentatively lifts a pale pink blossom out.

Juyeon walks back over to you with a friendly smile on his face, and you open your mouth to ask what it is, only to pause when he reaches out and tucks the fragile flower behind your ear. You look into his eyes to search for an answer as to why, but you fail to find it.

Juyeon looks away from you first, pointing towards the direction of the McDonalds. “Let’s go get lunch, yn.”

You nod your head slowly, and the two of you walk side by side to the fast food establishment, all while you try to calm down your racing heart. In your head you’re just repeating to yourself the same sentence like a mantra to try to remind yourself not to overthink the action.

he doesn’t like you, he doesn’t like you, he doesn’t like you. stop these feelings before it’s too late.

It’s only later when you’re alone in your bathroom throwing up the familiar pale pink petals that you realize,

it’s too late.

“What ramen do you think yn would like better?” Changmin asks Juyeon as the two walk around the convenient store to buy groceries for you. The blonde glances over at his friend, pointing at the shin ramen, “That one. It’s yn’s favorite, they always make it for me when I visit.”

Changmin purses his lips, grinning to himself as he places the packet into the basket he’s holding. Juyeon takes notice of the knowing smile on the black haired beauty’s face, and he nudges him, causing Changmin to chuckle. “Why are you smiling?”

“Cause your love for yn is showing.” Changmin responds, and Juyeon bites the inside of his cheek, shaking his head at him. The blonde turns back towards the arrangement of items, grabbing a few of your favorite snacks and placing them into the basket.

“I don’t even know what love is.” Juyeon mutters as he grabs one more pack of ramen and throws it into the basket. Changmin purses his lips, choosing not to respond as the two walk to the checkout.

You haven’t been going to classes, nor have you been texting Changmin or Juyeon for the last few days. Juyeon remembered the time you got sick and didn’t text either of them a few months ago, so he realized you must be doing the same thing right now. That’s why he dragged Changmin to the convenience store to prepare a care package for you, knowing that you don’t take proper care of yourself when you have a cold.

“You sure you can’t come with me to yn’s? I think you’d make them feel better.” Changmin says, promptly changing the topic as they place everything onto the counter. Juyeon purses his lips a bit, wishing he could come and visit, but he already agreed to practice with the new recruits of the dance team.

“I can’t back out of plans an hour before, so I’ll just pay for all the groceries.” Juyeon responds as taps his card on the reader, watching as the payment goes through and placing the card back into his wallet. They both grin at the cashier as they hand them their bags, before walking out of the convenience store.

“Text me when you get to yn’s, I’ll try to visit after practice.” Juyeon tells Changmin, and the younger nods his head. The blonde waves his hand at his friend, before turning and heading towards the university.

Juyeon glances up towards the grey sky as he walks, finding that his thoughts are only flooded with you as he does so.

He comes to wonder when his heart began to beat faster whenever he saw you.

“Yn! Let me in!” You don’t move to answer the door, continuing to sit by your living room window, staring out at the city below. Coughing slightly, you reach over and grab your cup of tea, taking a long sip once Changmin’s voice comes to a stop.

It’s only when you hear your door knob jiggle that you turn your head with a frown, seeing your front door open fully to reveal your friend who has a frown on his face. You let out a sigh, and Changmin’s frown deepens as he slips off his shoes and closes the front door, walking towards you.

“How’d you get in?” You ask quietly, only to let out an, ah, when Changmin holds up the spare key you gave him a few months back. He places the bag from the convenience store onto the coffee table, before settling down beside you.

The two of you stay silent for a moment, with Changmin staring at you in concern, and you avoiding eye contact by staring out the window. You bite the inside of your cheek once you feel a tickle in your throat, trying your best not to cough.

“Why didn’t you tell me or Juyeon that you were sick? You did this last time and you got scolded. Now I’m gonna scold you again! You live alone, yn. You should be resting, not making your own food or cleaning.” Changmin says sternly, and you don’t reply with the fear that you may cough out those pale pink petals again.

“Yn.” Changmin states once you don’t answer, leaning a bit closer to look at your face.

“Why are you giving me the silent treatment? You should be giving Juyeon the silent treatment since he didn’t come! Well, he actually paid for the groceries I got for you but-” The words die in Changmin’s throat when you release a cough, and a single petal flies out of your mouth and onto the floor. His eyes widen at the sight, before turning towards you and seeing the tears flooding your eyes.

“Yn…” You bite your bottom lip, before leaning over and resting your forehead onto Changmin’s shoulder.

“What are you going to do?” Changmin asks, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back soothingly. He’s filled with worry as he stares down at the pink petal on the floor, knowing that there’s only two options to handle this disease.

“I don’t know.” You mutter quietly, tears trailing down your face. Changmin bites the inside of his cheek, pulling you closer and holding you.

“I don’t know what hurts more,” You begin, squeezing your fists tightly at the thought that comes to mind. “The petals that I keep coughing up.”

You cough again, fortunately no petals escape as you pull back from Changmin’s embrace to look at him. He reaches out and pats your head, and you harshly bite your bottom lip when the thought of those sparkly eyes comes to mind as you say,

“Or the fact that Juyeon doesn’t love me back.”

You walk around campus with your mask over your mouth and nose, feeling grateful that you haven’t coughed up any petals throughout any of your classes. Glancing up at the sky, you see the various shades of pink and blue, your heart feeling heavy at the beautiful sight.

“Yn!” Your eyes widen when you hear that familiar voice, but you refuse to turn around, continuing to walk as if you never heard it.

“Yn! Wait!” You speed up your pace, panicking when the sound of footsteps draws closer. You’re about to break out into a full on sprint when Juyeon runs around you, forcing you to halt your movements as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Didn’t you hear me calling for you? You haven’t been responding to my texts for the last week.” Juyeon says as his chest goes up and down, trying to catch his breath from having to run to you. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head as you attempt to pretend that you’re okay. “Sorry, I’ve been avoiding looking at my phone cause it strains my eyes.”

Juyeon nods his head, understanding what you mean as you just got over being sick. “Changmin told me that you had a fever and just slept the whole time when he came to see you a couple days ago, are you feeling better now?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nod and flash Juyeon the brightest eye smile you can muster. He squints at you, before reaching his hand up and resting it on your forehead to check your temperature. You freeze, warmth flooding your face from the contact, only to pause when you feel your throat begin to tickle with that dreadful feeling.

“Your forehead isn’t hot, so I suppose you weren’t- Yn?” Juyeon’s eyes fill with concern at the sight of your eyes turning watery. He takes a step closer but you raise your hand up to stop him, feeling the petals begin to climb up your throat as you turn and run away from Juyeon without another word. Juyeon’s eyes widen, “Yn!”

Feeling the tears fall past your eyes at the calls of your name, you sprint away, trying your best to hold back the flowers that threaten to escape, but to no avail. Finding it harder to breathe, you remove your mask as you run, releasing a few of the petals that were stuck in the cloth. Your chest burns, your heart hurts, everything is in pain as you run away from the one you love.

“Yn..” Juyeon mutters, stopping himself from chasing after you when he realizes you have no plans of stopping. He watches as your figure gets smaller, only to squint when he catches sight of something pink flowing with the wind from behind you.

Juyeon’s heart stops in his chest when it floats in his direction, and he stretches his arm towards it, watching as the pale pink petal softly falls onto the palm of his hand. He knows this flower, and as he looks back up in the direction you ran in, he feels his heart break for the first time when he makes the connection of where the fragile petal came from.

Changmin watches from across the studio as Juyeon keeps making mistakes in the choreography, something the dancer rarely ever does. However, over the last few days, it’s been happening consistently. No matter how many times Changmin reteaches the choreo to Juyeon step by step, he still makes a mistake the next day.

“Juyeon, you keep making mistakes.” Changmin says as he pauses the music, turning to look at his best friend. The blonde simply breathes heavily, staring down at the floor while he tries to sort out his thoughts. Changmin frowns, stepping forward towards his friend, “Juyeon.”

“Yn ran away from me the other day.” Juyeon starts, a furrow to his brow as he remembers the look of fear in your eyes. He bites his bottom lip harshly, before looking up at Changmin, seeing the dread on his friend’s face, “A pink petal flew towards me from their direction.”

“Juyeon-”

“It had to have been one of the flowers that grow in the square, right?” Juyeon asks with tears filling his eyes, stepping towards Changmin as he squeezes his fists at his sides. The black haired beauty tries his best to hold back from crying as he simply shakes his head, no.

“They have hanahaki, Juyeon.” Changmin states, tears escaping his own eyes from finally confessing the truth that’s been haunting him for the last week. The two stay silent for a moment, letting the information sink in as Juyeon slowly slides down onto the floor.

“Is it me?” Juyeon asks in a soft voice as he looks up from the wooden floor, Changmin lets out a bittersweet smile at the question, looking away from the blonde as his own heart breaks within his chest.

“It is.” Changmin answers quietly, rubbing his chest in an attempt to ease the pain. Juyeon slowly stands up from the floor, eyes wide as he stares at his friend. Changmin turns to look at the blonde, eyebrows furrowing at the shocked expression on Juyeon’s face.

“What is it-”

“How long has it been since the last time yn coughed up flowers?” Changmin purses his lips, remembering how you mentioned you haven’t coughed anything since the day you ran into Juyeon. “I don’t know, a week?”

Changmin pauses, suddenly realizing what Juyeon’s thinking when his eyes widen as he connects the dots. Hope floods his chest as he stares at his friend, feeling relieved that you’re going to be okay. Juyeon turns and looks out the window of the studio, seeing the rain fall from the sky, and he quickly walks over and grabs his sweatshirt and umbrella.

“Where are you going? We just realized something huge!” Changmin shouts when he watches Juyeon walk towards the door. The blonde simply turns back towards his friend, giving him a small smile,

“It’s raining, yn must’ve forgotten their umbrella.”

“I forgot my umbrella.” You mutter, staring up at the blue sky from the convenience store entrance. The raindrops fall hard onto the pavement, making you let out a sigh. You turn to glance back inside the convenience store, debating on buying one even though you have at least four back at your apartment. You look down at the bag in your hand, seeing the ramen and tea you bought in an attempt to soothe your throat.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you remember that your days are limited as you watch the raindrops fall from the sky. With that in mind, you step out of the protection you had from the convenience store, and let the rain hit you as you walk towards your apartment, convenience store bag in tow as you do so.

As your clothes slowly become soaked, you can’t help but think of how you met Juyeon. The kind guy who gave you his umbrella on that rainy day. You let out a bittersweet smile, knowing that it was inevitable for you to fall for the man.

You halt your movements, suddenly realizing the fact that you haven’t coughed up flowers in almost a week. Your eyes widen, heart beating rapidly against your chest as the bag of groceries you were holding falls to the ground.

You scramble to grab your phone from your pocket, quickly unlocking your phone to dial Juyeon’s number as tears fill your eyes. You listen to it ring, quietly muttering to yourself for him to pick up the call, needing to know if this is real.

“Hello?”

“Juyeon! Where-”

“You didn’t bring an umbrella again?” You squint, wondering how he knows that as you look up from the ground, only for your mouth to fall open when you see him standing a few feet away from you, umbrella in hand. You take note of the rise and fall to his chest, seeing that he must’ve ran here from dance practice as the two of you stare at each other.

You let out a wet laugh, tears falling from your eyes as you stare at Juyeon, nodding your head as you adjust the phone to your ear. “You know me, I always forget. That’s why you’re there to save me from the rain each time.”

Juyeon smiles in response, tears spilling and flowing down his face. He reaches up in an attempt to wipe it away, laughing quietly as he stares at you, a look of remorse in his gaze. Feeling grateful that he was able to realize his feelings for you, but regretful that you had to experience so much pain before he did so.

“I’m sorry I didn’t save you sooner, I wasn’t sure what the weather was going to be.” Juyeon mutters, and you bite the inside of your cheek, understanding what he truly means. You give him a grin, before opening your arms and gesturing to your guys surroundings as the rain begins to fall softer from the sky.

“It’s okay, you came just in time.” You say, wiping away the mix of tears and rain from your face. Juyeon walks towards you, stopping when the umbrella is hovering over the two of you, blocking you from the rain.

“I love you.” Juyeon confesses, and you bite the inside of your cheek, nodding your head as the tears fall from your eyes once again. He reaches out and softly wipes it away with his thumb, letting his warm hand remain on your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

As the rain continues to fall from the sky on this sunny Spring day, a rainbow forms above you and Juyeon as you let out a smile, leaning into his touch when you say,

“I love you too, Juyeon.”

trailing arbutus: if given the pale pink blossom, it means you are the only one they love. a promise that the love they have for you will not only be warm, but will last a lifetime.

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Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 1

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language/brief nudity Warnings: None Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering... could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique "soul mark", which they share with their soulmate. Notes: Reader is gender neutral, but at some points will be described as leaning towards being feminine (due to personal interpretation of Alcina's character). Additionally, Lady D will eventually be referred to by her first name, so don't worry if you feel weird about her being called by her full title all the time, it's just for this chap, when the reader isn't familiar with her. Lastly, this contains a bit of one sided Alcina/Miranda, which serves as a plot point, but is (clearly) not the primary ship.

1: In The Shadow Of Giants

Three months, two weeks, and one day. That’s how long you’ve been at this accursed castle, serving cruel mistresses, having been plucked from your peaceful life in the village. Anger stains your every thought, slowly festering inside your chest. There is no cure, at least not without a fatal price, but there are mild remedies. ‘Tis not long before the other servants learn to give you the more physically demanding chores. Nothing numbs your mind quite the same way that chopping firewood does, though you often settle for hard scrubbing age-old tile. Every day ends with your muscles crying from the effort of it all. Every day… except today. Another servant, from the night shift, has been wounded severely, and her job was deemed too important to be foregone.

And, as such, she has been replaced. By you. For once, you turn in early, long before your clothes can become stained with sweat. Yet you aren’t happy, not when you know that this change will ruin your sleep for weeks to come. Even worse, it’ll be impossible to avoid your ‘employers’, whereas working the day shift meant almost never seeing them. So far, you have only seen them on four or five occasions. Hell, you’ve only met two of them, being Cassandra and Bela. Based on what others told you, the other two weren’t much (if at all) better. As you try your best to get some rest, only a single ‘positive’ thought runs through your head: Well, worst comes to worst, I’ll get killed, then I won’t have to worry about anything anymore.

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“Remember: No talking unless you’re asked a question. The Mistress has had a rough morning, and this is her best chance at relaxing,” Juniper explains, for what seems like the eighth time since the two of you met. There’s a nervous energy around her, which does little to ease your own anxieties. If you heard correctly, she’s only been at the castle for a couple weeks, having previously worked for Mother Miranda. You’re not sure what would have caused the transfer, considering most who were ‘fired’ ended up dead. Something told you that it had to do with antsy nature. “Oh, and don’t leave unless dismissed, even once your part is done. We all need to be ready, in case Mistress- I mean, Lady Dimitrescu needs something. Sorry, I’m still getting used to how things work here.”

“As long as you don’t slip up in front of her and get us both killed, I don’t really care,” you replied, giving Juniper a level stare. Clearly unsure how to respond, she pauses for a moment, mouth opening then closing without a sound. Once she’s seemingly composed herself, you give a short nod and push open the door to the bathroom. Two other servants are already inside, and they flinch at your arrival, briefly mistaking you for their boss. “I can hardly believe they made me change shifts for this,” you add, under your breath, rolling your eyes. What was so important about making sure a few candles stayed lit? During bathtime? Maybe it was something you had to be a giant, vampiric noblewoman to understand. Regardless of your annoyance, you quickly get to work, striking the first of a couple matches. It’s a rather dull task. To think you would have preferred heavy labor to this.

Before long, the last flame springs to life, and Juniper dims the lights, allowing the candles to become the focus. At least one is scented, though you cannot place the specific kind. Less than a minute after the last one is lit, the door once again swings open, revealing your most elusive employer. She’s… more than you anticipated. In every conceivable way, truthfully. Taller, more graceful (even as she has to duck through the entrance), and, as much as you hate to think so, far, far more beautiful. If not for the warm lighting of the room, you would have worried about someone seeing your blush. Certainly I am not the first to react this way, you think, as you bow alongside the others.

“Yes, yes, get on with it,” Lady Dimitrescu says, with a sharp frown. Then she moves closer to the tub, which you imagine could fit half a dozen ‘normal’ people, and holds out her arms to her side. For a moment you’re confused, but you instinctively mimic the motions of the other maidens. Together the four of you reach for her robe, gently taking hold of it while she steps into the bath, before hanging it onto a nearby hook. A second later your entire world is turned upside down. You’re freezing in place, eyes wide, as the bare back of Lady Dimitrescu reveals itself to you. Yet this is not an instance of poorly veiled lust. No, it is equal parts horror and repulsion, for you find yourself staring at a distinctive soul marking.

One that matches your own.

Beside you, Juniper watches you with concern, silently urging you to stay silent. Neither of the other two servants seem to react, other than by taking a small step backwards. Unable to speak, let alone form coherent thoughts, all you can do is point a trembling finger towards the soul mark. It’s right in between Lady Dimitrescu’s shoulder blades. Once upon a time, you had marveled at the design, smiling every time you saw it in the mirror. Now, it might as well be the ugliest thing you’ve ever seen. Based on her expression, Juniper seems to agree, although for different reasons. As your hand drops back to your side, you try to compose yourself enough to focus on the task before you. Instead, someone breaks the quiet, boldly, daring to think that they would be rewarded for it.

“My Lady,” a servant says, stepping forward, shooting you a waywards glance. Instantly she has your employer’s attention, though that comes with the metallic sssssslk of her claws extending. There’s an unspoken threat that demands respect. None comes, however, just the frenzied words of a panicked maiden. “I know who your soulmate is, my Lady. I thought that perhaps you’d-”

“A name. Give me… a name,” Lady Dimitrescu interjects, claws still out and impatiently tapping on the tile floor. Tense, you start to step forward, wanting desperately to silence the treacherous maiden. But her tongue is faster than your fist, and soon enough your name is echoing through the room. “Oh? The one right behind me, hmm? Dreadfully convenient, really. Step forward, dear, and let me see the proof. Assuming it exists.” All eyes other than hers are on you, now. With a deep breath, you begrudgingly step in front of Lady Dimitrescu, trying not to even briefly glance at her chest (or worse, lower). One of her hands shifts, a long claw tilting your chin up. “Well?”

“Forgive the placement,” you mutter, awkwardly grabbing your shirt collar, tugging it down to reveal your soul mark, planted neatly on the center of your chest. If Lady Dimitrescu’s gaze wanders, it does so too quickly to be noticed, though she does make a low humming noise at the sight. Feeling much like a piece of meat on display at the butcher’s, you scowl deeply. Soon enough, but not as soon as you’d like, the claw under your chin retracts, and you once more cover up your soul mark. You can’t bring yourself to look your soulmate in the eyes.

“Hmm. Not what I expected. Not at all,” she muses, more to herself than to you, softly. Behind her, Juniper is sending you a sympathetic expression. All you can do, as Lady Dimitrescu judges you, is glare at the origin of this revelation. What did she think to gain by speaking up? Hadn’t she heard the same rumors that you had? Didn’t she know that your employer already loved another, even if that affection was unrequited? There was, simply put, no chance that you were the preferable option. Not when there was no race against neither time nor death. At best, you could be a distraction. Something to keep her mind off of the person she’d rather be with. “Go clean up, get some sustenance if you must, then go to my quarters. We will discuss this further there- after I am done here.”

With that said, she waves you off, letting you relax for the first time in several minutes. After giving a short bow, you immediately move to leave. On your way, you intentionally bump shoulders with the maiden who spoke up, sending her a glare, then give Juniper a nod of acknowledgement. Nervous wreck or not, she was the only person you ‘knew’ on the night shift. Not that such a thing would even matter soon. To think that we’ve been soulmates this whole time, you think, living in the same castle for months, never seeing each other. I wish things could have stayed that way. At least you’d have some time to process your developing situation. Though you doubted you’d have enough time.

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In an unusual change of pace, Alcina dismisses the rest of her servants, long before her bath is done. They exchange glances before scattering to the winds. A heavy sigh leaves her lips, and she sinks lower into the tub. Of course I have a soulmate, she thinks, bitterly. I knew this. Knew that it wasn’t her, and yet still, I find myself surprised. Disappointed, even. How had an already rough evening gotten even worse? More than that, what was she supposed to do about it? There was a part of her that wanted to kill her soulmate. She figured that, with them out of the way, the universe might finally understand who she was meant to be with. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for ‘widows’ to be given a new match, and those were generally other ‘widows’. Considering that Alcina knew for a fact that Mother Miranda’s soulmate had long since died, she did not think that her hopes were beyond possibility.

But there was another part of her, quieter, that dared to be more realistic. If the universe said that this human, this tiny thing, was her soulmate… would it not make sense to at least try? What harm could it do, when her current love had been unrequited for so long? Was this not the end to several decades of loneliness? Damn it, she thinks, gripping the edge of the bathtub until her knuckles turned white. There was no denying it, now that a single drop of rational thought had corrupted her mind. Fuck it all, I hardly have a choice. Or anything to lose, for that matter. With her decision made, she rises to her feet, emotionally ready to face the unknown.

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“Ah, so you do follow directions, after all. I half expected to learn that you had attempted to flee, or perhaps had a gruesome run in with one of my daughters,” Lady Dimitrescu chimes, as she ducks into her room. Inside, standing at attention, you await. All of your earlier nervousness returns, though this time it is tinged with your natural rage. Of all the monsters in the world, this was the one you were expected to love. It mattered not how tall she was, or how sharp her nails could be, or how fierce her loyalty to Mother Miranda. To you, it mattered that you had no choice in being here, that only a handful of servants had come to the castle willingly. It mattered that a single mistake could mean a cruel death. So you did not greet your soulmate with a smile, or excitement, rather with a forced bow and blank expression. Better to be dead than to fake true love. “Come now, do at least pretend that you are excited, for my sake. I have been waiting a century for this, after all.”

“Perhaps the universe found it difficult to find someone who could love you,” you say, the words tumbling out of your mouth, instant regret boiling up inside of you. What you expect is a swift death. What you get? A deep sigh, a scowl, a look of frustration. Still fearing your possible demise, you are quick to keep speaking. “Or maybe the universe heard me talk once, and struggled to find someone to tolerate me. Countless possibilities, a galaxy full of mysteries… and here we are. Forgive me for being crass, my Lady. I would blame it on my schedule change, but something tells me you would see right through that lie, yes?” Not like that was much better, you think, wondering how the hell you were going to survive this.

“You’re quite the character, aren’t you?... Do try not to make me regret this, I’d rather not kill my soulmate. Now, sit down, it’s about time for a proper introduction,” Lady Dimitrescu commands. Then she’s sitting on the edge of her bed, gently patting the spot next to her. Joining her is just about the last thing you want to do right now… but you obey nonetheless. Still, you angle yourself away from her ever so slightly, hoping the subtle body language would help you distance yourself from her. There’s something in her expression that tells you she knows exactly what you’re trying to do. “I am Lady Dimitrescu, though you already know that. You may call me Alcina… for now. Behave, or that is one of many privileges I will not hesitate to take from you. Understood?”

It takes all of your willpower to avoid rolling your eyes, but you manage, instead giving a short nod. This’ll be interesting, for sure.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #love this lady<3

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LEONA, JADE, FLOYD, ROOK’s ↷

reaction when S/O gets jealous and protective

notes: I notice us writers mostly write about—usually the canon male/female—being dominant and the other party is timid and shy, while I love that concept and idea since I’m a submissive bitch myself, I feel like we should get more S/O or reader who gets protective and goes grr

: gender-neutral reader!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

So there’s this crazy bitch who’s all over Leona ever since he was fucking born

They’re from a neighboring country and have been obsessed with Leona when they first saw him (honestly same) and as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it felt like heaven to attend Night Raven College because they’re AWAY from him

Magift is a nightmare because it’s open for everyone from everywhere to attend so he had already expected them

He planned to ignore them and steers clear of them as usual but they were extra persistent today

If they’re a guy Leona would have no problem scaring them away with a growl and possible threats

If they’re a girl though, it’s not going to be easy for Leona since he was raised to treat females with respect but then again, he knows that she does not deserve it

He also knows that you’re seething with anger

Your crossed arms while shifting your weight from side to side showed your frustration and impatience for them to get off

At this point he’d try harder and uses more of his energy to deal with them (he was a little lazy before) and tell them to go away but they just kept clinging and clinging

Leona’s eyes widened when you shoved them away, hard but not hard enough to make them fall on the ground and scrape their knee, just enough to keep them away

Your own arms wrapped around his and you stuck close, head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his neck or trail your fingers a little lower on his waist than usual, anything to send the message across as you stare boredly at the ever persistent troublesome person

“Piss off.”

Normally people would get embarrassed/awkward after this and they’d leave but if they’re still on about it, pull Leona in for a kiss

A long, deep and passionate kiss from you sends him off the edge as he grabs you, smirking slightly at your behavior and also at the outsider staring at the both of you furiously

Will never let you forget this because he teases you almost everyday about this

If you're naturally a timid and shy person it's gonna be hell for you, because Leona is going to tease you ten times more

"Hey remember that time when you-" You smacked his head, hard.

"I don't regret it though, they were too close and I don't like it." Your adorable pout and red blush from his teasings only made his grin wider, and his heart racing faster

Proud of his herbivore, 100/10, would definitely want to see you getting protective again

JADE LEECH

They shamelessly flirted with him in Mostro Lounge, right in front of you

Constantly asking for Jade's assistance, ordering more and more just to have Jade serve them and if he's not available, they'll throw a tantrum

Of course Jade know about boundaries, he'd never want to make his lover upset, but then again, he's also curious as to what you'll do

Will you sit there and watch? Pout and wait for them to finally go away when Mostro Lounge closes? Be extra clingy with him afterwards? Silently cursing them? Or will you choose the popular trope of getting back at him by being physically close to another person?

Whatever you chose, he sure did not expect you to have a smile on your face as you call out to him, you are sitting just two seats away from them on the stool, so it is fairly easy to catch his attention without you trying to desperately cut off the one-sided conversation

You did what they couldn't. Holding his hand loosely as you talked about something semi-private (?)

"Hey, Jade. Where did I put my clothes again? That cream colored one. I know it's in your room but is it on the bed or bathroom? Have you seen it? Gotta go check it later..." To indicate that you've been to his room, countless of times

"Ah! I think you left your jacket in my room. Be sure to take it back before you go back to your dorm, okay?"

While Jade watches you and reply with an amused expression

This got them clenching fists and gritting teeth, and Jade can't exactly ignore them when they call for him since they're a customer, even if he's enjoying this a lot

You'd also pull on your clothes, kind of like flapping them when you're hot—even though it's quite chilly in Mostro Lounge—just to show them the bite marks Jade left the day before

*Thought I'd put this out just in case anyone misunderstands, y'all didn't have sex lmao because Jade is under 18, but he does leave bite marks every now and then ;)

When he does get away from their conversation and goes to you, like with Leona, you'd linger your hands a little lower on his waist than usual, or brush the bite marks you left that escaped the covers of his shirt collar

Nevertheless, expect Jade shaking his head when Mostro Lounge finally closes and them finally gone, though he can't hide the smile on his face

"My, my, I never knew you'd get to this point to drive them away."

He will forever remember this moment and the act you've pulled, truly memorable

FLOYD LEECH

The basketball team is having a friendly match with another school and the other school's team happen to have a manager

And man were they PERSISTENT

Offering to refill NRC's water bottles too when they went to refill for their own school's

Of course you're thankful for their help and thought it was out of pure kindness, but when their fingers brush over Floyd's for a little too long to hand him his water bottle and stays longer with Floyd than with other basketball players you knew something was wrong

Are they hitting on Floyd???

Ace and Jamil picked up on it and glances over you, with Ace shit talking about them and "If they're gonna do it, at least try to do it right." while criticizing their lame flirting skills and Jamil disapproving of their actions when Floyd clearly has a lover

Even if they're from another school, saying you didn't know is a lame excuse, not with how painfully different Floyd is with you than with others, it was obvious you two are together

Floyd, of course, is not dumb and oblivious and he is beyond annoyed at their constant touches and babblings he had no intention to listen to

Before Floyd could threaten to squeeze them to death, you're wrapping arms around his figure and called them out on their antics

"Don't you have your own team to attend to? Stop flirting with my boyfriend, he's not interested, take a sign."

Ace spit out his water and choked (yes he laughed)

Poor student scurried back to their own team's side and stayed there, as they should

Floyd would not care about attention as he picked you up in his arms, hugging you tightly and nuzzling close to you

"Shrimpyyy~! I love this side of you! Why haven't I seen it before?"

He probably already forgot about that student's existence as he only thinks of your jealous gazes and protective arms around him

Expect him to ask you to act like that again randomly, being all brave and calling people out, he loves this side of you!

ROOK HUNT

Rook is a social butterfly and will talk to anyone in anywhere

Much like Jade, he never intended to hurt his lover and upset them, but he's itching to know what you'll do. He has extremely good eyesight and knew you were close by, listening in to their conversation, possibly with a frown

Ah, a frown on your lips. That's not a sight he'd want to see! But the urge to reveal what kind of moves you'd make is stronger, so he refrained from walking away and chatted on

A smile played on his lips as he watches you stomp over, not sparing a glance to the other person as you locked your arms around his waist, tightly, then began to attempt to lift him up

...it didn't work

You didn't have enough strength so instead of lifting him over your shoulder (like what Rook usually do) you grabbed his gloves hand and dragged him away

Rook was certainly surprised, a big grin on his face as he laughed his heart out, bidding goodbye to the random student who had their mouth wide open

This only made you tug on his arm harder as an annoyed grunt and groan escaped you

When you looked back to them and sent a glare, that's when he lost it

He's sure he fell in love with you even more

When the two of you are alone he'd have your cheeks in his hands, staring at you lovingly, your squishy cheeks, furrowed brows and pouting lips are just too cute for him!

He will assure you that he will never do this again not telling you he was doing it on purpose to see what you'll do because you'll probably hate him his sweet words would surely calm you down

If you ever see Rook suddenly having a smile on his lips, you know that he's thinking about this incident again, and it freaks Vil out

#leona kingscholar x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #rook hunt x reader #twst leona x reader #twst floyd x reader #twst rook x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland leona kingscholar x reader #leona twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland rook hunt x reader #twst jade x reader

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