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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Hi it’s me, crawling through the window. Would it be possible to get a crumb of arranged marriage w/ Hubert? His line w/ Dorothea about being willing to get married for politics sake has fueled my brain rot for him.

Good God I need to secure my windows-

I mean HELLO FRIEND ANON YES IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE

Lol actually though, I have been thinking about this for Hubie since we all started chatting about that arranged marriage stuff! I think it's a perfect concept for him~

This like... got weird while I was writing it though?? Idk man hahaha it ended up on the less-spicy side of what I usually write, and with some very weird dialogue in places... Idk, I hope y'all like it. Maybe if there's interest, I'll follow this up eventually with a more smut-focused piece?

I've been traveling and working so much lately that I just don't even know what writing is anymore or how it works hahaha

TW: A brief mention of non-con

Hubert (FE3H) x Reader ("wife," neutral pronouns)

Arranged Marriage - semi spicy i guess?

"Frankly, he's a pain," Linhardt must be able to see your surprise and confusion written across your face. He goes on, "He's reliable and capable, of course, but also the most persistent nag you'll ever meet. Actually, no-" he glances upward as though to cross reference his own thoughts, "No, her Majesty is worse. But Hubert is a close second to be sure. Always on and on about sleep schedules and proper nutrition and etiquette..." He sighs and closes the massive tome on his lap, as though to close the conversation with it, "frankly, he's an insufferable mother hen. Does that help?"

"Well, it's... Not what I expected," you admit with a shrug, "but thank you all the same."

It's been several weeks since the papers binding you in marriage to Hubert Von Vestra had been signed- and this alone had sufficed. No ceremony, no grand ball, just paperwork and a handshake with your father. A handshake that ensured that, even under the Empire's unification, he would maintain nominal control over his considerable portion of land, and in return, would swear absolute loyalty to her Majesty. It was a beneficial arrangement for all parties, and you were not ignorant to the part you played. You were hardly even a bargaining chip- moreso, a hostage.

Your new husband had made no secret of what manner of harm may befall you if your family were to renege on their deal. Fortunately, you know your father to be a reliable coward, so you have no reason to believe he would be bold enough to step out of line.

Hubert Von Vestra is a terrifying man. A zealously loyal man of storied cruelty and a frigid disposition. His frame looms over you whenever he's near, and though he's hardly placed a finger on you since you'd been given over to him, his mere presence is... arresting. There's a sort of charisma to him that's equal parts frightening and fascinating. Perhaps it's madness brought on by your circumstances, but you can't help wanting to glimpse just the slightest bit into that brilliant, ever churning mind.

Unsurprisingly, he has been resistant to your attempts to understand him. He hardly indulges you in small talk, and if you were the paranoid sort, you'd think he intentionally makes himself busy when you're around. Eventually, perhaps out of sheer stubbornness, you'd settled on a routine of bringing coffee to his study adjoined to your bedroom in the evenings. He'd been visibly surprised the first time. It wasn't until the fourth night that he'd given a curt "thank you." About two weeks in, he'd actually sat back in his chair and laid down his quill pen to receive the cup from your hands. After a month, he'd leveled his narrow gaze at you and said,

"I cannot begin to fathom what satisfaction you glean from playing 'maid' to me."

"Well, I, uhm," you hadn't expected him to address you so directly, but you managed to say, "You... work so hard, I wanted to do something for you, I suppose."

His expression is inscrutable as he replies,

"You are aware that my work was much the same before you arrived."

"I am," you say softly, "But- all the same..." you trail off, and Hubert seems content to let the matter rest. And so you leave him be amidst his reports and correspondence, coffee at his side on the desk. Yet for as unproductive as your exchange might have seemed, it does leave you with an idea. The thought to learn about the man from those who knew him long before your arrival at the capitol.

Your investigation into the true character of your husband does not stop with Linhardt. In fact, his testimony only leaves you with further questions. But perhaps the others would say otherwise; perhaps the United Empire's most up and coming crest scholar simply inspires maternal behavior. This has to be the case- you simply can't imagine that the notoriously ruthless heir of the even more notorious Vestra lineage would be so... Doting.

And yet the more you learn of him, the more contradictory he seems.

Caspar's take is much like Linhardt's- a picture of a man far closer to a school marm than any assassin or master of torture. Ferdinand seems both smitten and incensed by him, oscillating wildly between the two. Then eventually, to your shock, Bernadetta takes the initiative to speak to you about Hubert of her own accord.

"I'm, uh, really so-sorry to bother you!" she approaches with arms drawn close to her chest and eyes resolutely avoiding yours, "I- I just heard that you were... asking about Hubert, so, I, uh..."

It takes some time to prompt her further. You assure her again and again- no, this isn't intrusive at all- yes, you'd very much like to hear her perspective- no, you're not mad at her. In truth, you're endlessly intrigued about what a gentle soul like Bernadetta would have to say about a man feared across the continent. Finally, she manages,

"He's... actually really kind!" she blurts out, as though the words would abandon her if she gave them the window of opportunity. Your eyebrows raise slightly.

"You think so..?"

"Yes, completely-!" she stammers, "I know he's super, super scary, and powerful and spooky and cold and, uh, all of that. But still," her voice falters as she continues, "He only scolds people when they do something dangerous. And he only hurts people to protect others. I... I know he's done some te-terrible things. But... he's always been nice to Bernie," finally, she meets your eyes with an imploring look in hers, "So, uh, I'm really grateful to him. And I think it would be really nice for someone to reach out to him. If... if that's not too weird or anything. For you."

You smile warmly and nod,

"Thank you, Bernadetta. I know it can't be easy for you to come to me with all of this, but... I'd like to try, if I can."

The opportunity doesn't come in the way you expect.

At first, it seems the night will proceed like many others before. You bring a cup of coffee to your husband's desk, setting it down quietly so as to not disturb him. He's silent, but this is common enough, so you head back to the bedroom to undress for the evening. All nights prior, he would lay beside you long after you'd settled in, then rise to resume work in the morning before you woke up- all the while never allowing your bodies to interact in any way.

Tonight, just as you're about to close the door to Hubert's study behind you, long fingers catch around your wrist, visibly startling you.

It's the most physical contact you've had to-date, but he only says,

"One moment."

You whip around to face him, a touch of anxiety evident in your eyes. It's clear in his own that he notices, but if anything, he only seems amused. He steps forward, his taller frame menacing you as he speaks,

"I understand that you have been busying yourself with some manner of investigation as of late."

It takes a moment for his meaning to reach you. When it does, your face burns and you can't bring yourself to meet his scrutinizing gaze,

"Oh, uhm..."

"I assure you, my dearest wife," he says with barely concealed venom, "anything that I do not wish for you to know will be kept from you. Aside from which, your efforts thus far have proven amateurish at best."

Something seems off about his tone. You could understand if he felt uncomfortable or hesitant about your efforts to learn about him, but this seems far more grave, more... business-like. He steps towards you once more, and you step back in turn. Yet before long, you feel your legs bump the edge of the bed. A gloved hand trails a fingertip down your jawline to your chin, then urges you to look up at him.

"Whatever you are planning, my dear, I promise it will be fruitless. You had best rethink how you spend your days before your actions bring you to harm."

"No, I-" your brow creases deeply, your face burns, your body burns hotter and you don't want to consider why, "I've just been trying to learn about you as a person, nothing else. We're- we're married, after all, so..."

He gives an abrupt, dry laugh.

"Ah, so I am to believe that you've been interrogating my allies out of some misguided affection, is that it?"

"Hubert, just listen to me!" for a moment, you feel bolstered, defiant, and you straighten your posture, "You won't tell me the first thing about you- the only way to learn so much as your favorite color is to ask someone who's known you for a decade!"

Briefly, he does seem to consider your words. But his eventual reply is as aloof as any prior,

"If you're no spy or politician, then you're worse- a fool." he says, and before you can respond, he's seized both of your wrists and pushed you back onto the bed. For a moment, the room spins and your voice leaves you. A shrewd eye watches you with cruel condescension as he pins you against the sheets.

"I should think that you'd be well aware what I'm capable of," he nearly whispers, "I personally ensured that the rumors spread through your father's territory and further still. Do you think that anyone would even dare lift a finger to help you if I chose to seek retribution for this recent behavior?" He draws nearer, his grip tighter at your wrists, "Perhaps as punishment, I'll simply take my pleasure from you by force."

Your lips tighten, you take a breath. Then, meeting his gaze directly, you reply,

"You won't."

His visible eye narrows.

"And what evidence do you have to prompt such unfounded confidence? Perhaps you have crafted a flattering falsehood of me in your mind," a mocking smirk curls his lips, "Am I a misunderstood sentimental sort to you, then? A sad, lonely man for you to save?"

You scowl, though you suspect it looks more like a pout to him.

"I don't know what I think of you yet- not completely. But I don't pity you like that, and I don't think you're sad or lonely. I know you're not."

For the first time, it seems that you've caught him off guard. That frigid mask falters for just a moment, and you go on before he can replace it,

"You're surrounded by people who care about you. I've seen it for myself. Whatever you've had to do in the service of your ideals- it hasn't kept the people around you from wanting to know and understand you, even if it's despite you."

Hubert is silent for a moment. His gaze bores into you like he thinks he'll discover some hidden layer if he can just keep digging. Then, he sighs,

"How did I ever become bound to such a troublesome spouse..."

When you wrest your arms from his grasp, his hands fall away with little resistance, and you think that perhaps he had never truly intended to keep you in place by force to begin with. He moves to leave the bed, but your fists find the front of his clothing and tug him back down to you.

You press your lips to his without hesitation, and you can feel him inhale sharply, his entire body rigid above you. His lips are surprisingly soft, his scent like coffee and old parchment, and though your heart threatens to burst from your chest, you hold firmly to him by his clothes. Near imperceptibly, he leans down against you, and your fear, along with any remaining doubts, begin to dissolve. Knowing he won't pull away, you let your hands relax against him, running up his chest where you can feel his own pulse pounding. It's so human, so entirely reasonable and normal. Now, at last, Hubert Von Vestra is merely a man of flesh and bone.

Your tongue meets his naturally, your lips parting in time with his as your kiss deepens to a fevered pace. One hand reaches that sharp, handsome jawline, reveling in the erotic sensation of his mouth moving against yours. And yet, all the while, his hands remain staunchly on the bed beside you. He doesn't touch you- doesn't even let his body meet yours.

It's impossible to tell whether passion or madness drives you to bring your teeth to his lower lip, a single insistent bite communicating desire mounting faster than you can contain. And for a moment, you sense something new; a sound catches in Hubert's throat, a reaction he fights to stifle. Then, he pulls away. His pale skin is tinted a rare shade of pink, and his hair is ruffled out of place enough to reveal both narrowed eyes. His cloak has spilled around his frame to surround you both, and somewhere in your frazzled mind, you imagine that you're caught in some beautiful, velvet-lined trap.

"I- must... return to my work." Hubert says stiffly. He pushes up from you and turns away, leaving you still flustered on the bed behind him. You sit upright, holding your arms tight around your body as you watch him straighten his hair and clothes.

"You, uhm..." your face reddens still as you search for the right words, "you could... join me in bed, if you liked."

Hubert turns to the door of his study, speaking without daring to even glance your way,

"Anything that you offer to me now will be born from the impulse to survive. I have been bargained with before." His shoulders slack just slightly, his voice low and sober, "The proudest nobleman will even sell off his own child to a monster if he feels it will spare him its teeth."

You open your mouth to protest, then shut it without a word. You feel that you know your mind and heart, even in this moment, but you lack the words to convince a man like this. In a feeble attempt, you murmur,

"You don't frighten me, Hubert. Not anymore."

He half turns toward you, though his hand remains on the handle of his study door.

"You yourself said that you do not know what you think of me," he says, "As such, I will not lay a hand on you until the day that you do."

You stare down at your hands in your lap, barely registering the sound of the door clicking shut as he leaves you in the bedroom. No matter how you try to sort out your tangled thoughts, the memory of his lips on yours won't leave them. If anything, it eclipses any sense of reason, standing resolutely in the way of your path to clarity. Letting out a groaning sigh, you fall onto your back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it could offer you any advice.

What do I think about my own husband? You wonder, the thought nearly enough to make you laugh. Well for one, he's a pain.

#hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #fire emblem #feh #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fic #x reader

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just-a-dumb-gay · 3 years

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Why Are Humans Like This - Lady Dimirescu X Reader - 1623 Words

5 Times you try to scare Alcina + the time she gets you back

Prompt from Anon-R: Reader tries to keep scaring Alcina and Alcina just plays along cause it’s so cute that her partner who is barely half her height tries to scare her after all she’s the one who scares others

Tags: Reader gender is not specified, it's just soft, Daniela shows up twice and twice is bored of you, but Alcina admires your effort

1 .

You're wandering the halls of the Castle Dimitrescu, bored out your mind. Alcina had some business to attend to in the village down the mountain but with it being the middle of winter you could not go with her because she was afraid you would be too cold. Her daughters are who knows where, so you don't have anyone around to keep you company.

You're down an almost hidden corridor near the front door, and get blasted with a cold draft indicating Alcina is finally home. You decide to try and make the day more interesting to break up the boredom. Peeking around a wall you see that it's definitely Alcina who opened the door, and lucky for you she's not looking in your direction.

As quietly as you can you tiptoe behind her as she is hanging her jacket up neatly. Once you're behind her you shout "Boo" as loud as you can. But she doesn't flinch, but she does start laughing and turns around to face you, her pail skin glowing with happiness.

"You knew I was there didn't you?" You ask, a little disappointed.

"My dear Y/N, your socks squeak ever so slightly on this floor," She continues laughing. "It was a good attempt though." She says leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh but can't help but smile whenever she's so gentle with you. You decide to make it your mission from then on to scare Alcina at least once.

2 .

Another day in the middle of winter and Alcina once again went into town without you to gather some food for you along with some extra supplies.

When she arrives home you take a few bags through to the kitchen and realize this might be the perfect opportunity to try and scare Alcina again.

You look around for a hiding spot but your thinking is cut short by her footsteps echoing nearer the kitchen. You dive into a cupboard that is currently empty, there's probably better places you could have hidden but this was the closest.

The door opens and her footsteps pause for a moment.

"Y/N? Where have you gotten yourself to?" It takes everything in you not to laugh.

She begins walking closer to your hiding spot, a second later you hear bags being placed on the counter above you.

You realize you didn't have a plan for how to scare her, but that doesn't matter because the cupboard door opens to reveal Alcina kneeling in front of it, smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?!" You say with a sigh.

"You were not exactly quiet when closing this," she says tapping the door before offering a hand to help you out,

You sigh again before accepting her help.

"If it's any comfort, Daniela would have fallen for that." She laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

A loud "Hey! I heard that!" comes from somewhere nearby, followed by many meaningless threats when you both burst out laughing.

3 .

Spring finally rolls around and Alcina celebrates by taking you out into the garden and woods behind the castle for a picnic. But as soon as you both get comfortable on the plaid blanket she brought out she notices she forgot the most important part of lunch. The wine. She asks you to stay put and rushes back inside.

You pick at the grass for a moment before deciding to try and scare Alcina again. And this time you're confident it will work.

You make your way up a tree, all the practice you had as a kid exploring the forest around your home coming in handy. And there you wait.

She returns with two bottles of what looks to be some fancy and quite old wine, but stops once she sees you've disappeared. She places the wine on the blanket and begins looking around nearby for you.

After staying quiet for a few moments she finally walks under the tree you're in allowing you the perfect opportunity.

You jump down and land on her back with your arms around her neck.

"Should I start calling you a monkey from now on?" She teases.

You let yourself down from her back, confused as to how that didn't work. Alcina sits down and interrupts your thoughts by pulling you down into her lap and peppering you with kisses anywhere she can reach. Something that never fails to make you laugh.

“You will scare me one day, Y/N, I'm sure of it." She encourages, squeezing her arms gently around your waist.

4 .

A month or so passes with you struggling to find the chance to have another attempt at scaring Alcina. But finally on this fine morning another opportunity shows itself.

You wake up to Alcina having already left the bed and in the shower. Not seconds after having your idea you're sneaking through the corridors down to the kitchen. Once you have the required item, a bucket of cold water, you sneak back to your room and into the bathroom. You're relieved to see she left the squeaky door open, less chance for you to get caught.

Carefully balancing on the toilet, you attempt to pour the cold water over her. But you miss. Completely. She steps out the way of it the second you tip the bucket over.

"Seriously?!" You sigh, getting frustrated that nothing you try is working.

You step off the toilet as Alcina pulls back the shower curtain watching you with a fond smile.

"That was a good try, I'll give you that." She takes your hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it, before yanking you into the shower with her. While you're still fully clothed.

You scream slightly at the sudden shock as Alcina has her arms around your waist keeping you trapped with her. Although you can't protest much, you will never get bored of hearing seeing her so full of joy.

5 .

It's a normal quiet night in the castle, raining is pouring outside making it the perfect time to curl up and watch a movie.

You're thinking over your past failed attempts at scaring Alcina when one final idea comes to mind, something an old friend you had used to do to you all the time.

You wait for a quiet bit in the movie and glance over to Alcina to make sure she's focused on the movie. You take a second to mentally prepare yourself, before screaming loudly.

Alcina jumps beside you and turns around with wide eyes worried you're hurt. But your scream quickly turns to laughter.

Not 10 seconds after you scream Daniela barges in the room expecting danger but is only met by you doubled over laughing and Alcina looking incredibly confused and still shocked.

You take a moment to compose yourself knowing they're both waiting on an explanation. But all you can get out is "Finally!". You throw your hands in the air in celebration and that's when it clicks for them both.

Daniela rolls her eyes and leaves while mumbling "Why are humans like this?", she's never exactly been a fan of your antics. Alcina on the other hand sits patiently waiting for you to calm down but no matter how hard you try you can't stop laughing.

"Y/N please remember that you need to breathe." Alcina says with a hint of concern. Upon hearing that you have to try extra hard to calm down.

It takes a few moments of deep breathing for you to finally stop laughing. But when you do you turn to Alcina with a victorious smile.

"I had faith you would manage one day, although I will admit that is not how I expected you do to it." She says, sounding genuinely proud of your success.

+1 .

It's a horrible day outside, heavy rain and thunder. You're in your room working on a sketch of the castle you started a few days prior when it was sunny out. Alcina had sat behind you in the courtyard with her head resting atop yours watching you draw.

You've never been a fan of thunder, so you have your headphones on up as loud as they'll go. You don't know exactly where Alcina is, you assume she's somewhere around the castle perhaps checking to make sure the rain isn't getting in anywhere.

You lean back in your chair to think for a moment, you can't figure out what but something is missing from your drawing. You wind up deep in thought trying to understand what's wrong or what's missing when a strong pair of hands grab your shoulders.

You get such a freight you fall off your chair and as soon as your headphones fall around your neck you're met with the magical sound of Alcina's laugh echoing through the room.

You mumble "Holy shit" as you're trying to get your breath back.

When Alcina hears your laboured breathing she worries she may have been a little too rough with you. She helps you off the ground and over to the much more comfortable bed.

"I hope that was not too harsh, my love." She says, worry flooding her voice. She gently rubs your back, waiting for you to say anything.

It takes a few minutes but once you're sure you can trust your voice all you say is "I definitely deserved that."

Alcina is relieved at your humor and begins laughing with you.

Daniela comes into the room again, but not as rushed as last time. She sees you both laughing and figures out her guess of there being no real danger was correct. Rolling her eyes once more she silently leaves you both to your painfully cute ways.

#lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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I find myself travelling back to you // Simon Basset

Request: Could you possibly write a Simon Basset fic where maybe the reader is like a childhood friend and he bumps into them and they talk and catch up with maybe some romance or something - anon

A/N: My first Simon fic! I am a little uncertain of this as I am not sure whether I have Simon’s character down yet. I hope you all like! Thank you for requesting, I hope I have done it justice.

Pairing: Simon Basset x Fem!Reader

Warnings: childhood friends, pining, mutual pining, fluff, some angst, she/her pronouns, female reader.

Word count: 3.8k

There was not a cloud in the sky as you made your way through Mayfair after having turned down a carriage. Instead, you chose to walk away the morning, happy to feel the warmth of the sun through the layers of your dress.

The streets had started out as quiet; a few souls here and there, but they soon grew busier and busier as routines were started. Dodging bodies here and there, you found it hard to be annoyed at the crowds – the weather too perfect for your mood to be sullied.

A flash of deep red amongst the crowd has your eyes and body on alert; the sound of a deep voice has your ears pricking. “Simon?” You call out, eyebrows furrowing as you spy a familiar head of hair making their way through the crowds.

“(Y/N)?” The man in question answers, eyes wide as he takes in your form.

“It’s been so long,” You whisper, staring into his brown eyes. “I suppose I should call you ‘Your Grace’ now. I was sorry to hear of the passing of your father,” You comment softly, not overly sorry for the death of the man who had mistreated his son so poorly but offering your condolences as a form of social etiquette.

Nodding his head, Simon smiles at you. “Thank you,” He gestures to the elderly lady on his arm, “I am sure you remember Lady Danbury.”

You smile widely at the elderly lady as she grins back at you. “Of course I do,” You laugh, “We meet at least once a week to have tea.”

If possible, Simon’s eyes grow wider to the point where Lady Danbury snorts. “Really now, Simon. Did you expect us ladies to go our separate ways when you left the country?”

“Of course not,” Simon drawls, amused by the elder. “I just didn’t realise you had a close relationship.”

“Well we do. That reminds me,” Lady Danbury pipes up, “I will not be able to make our tea appointment this week, dear (Y/N). My grandson, Gareth, is visiting.”

“Of course, Lady Danbury. We can always rearrange to the following week.”

“Nonsense,” She declares, slamming her cane onto the ground, “Simon will meet with you.”

Casting your gaze to the tall gentleman, it is not hard to miss to the surprise in his eyes. Shaking your head, you state, “I am sure the Duke has more pressing issues than tea with an old friend.”

Lady Danbury opens her mouth to protest your point but is beaten by the Duke. “I have nothing so pressing that cannot be rearranged. I shall meet you tomorrow, I assume Lady Danbury knows the spot.”

With a nod of your head, Simon smiles. He reaches out, grabbing your gloved hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “Until tomorrow then,” He promises, stepping away from you with Lady Danbury in tow.

“Until tomorrow,” You whisper, watching the strong figure of your childhood friend walk away from you.

Glancing up at the still cloudless sky, you wonder how it is possible that the world keeps spinning when your own has changed so much. Simon left the country years ago, and even then, contact with the man was few and far between. He had left for school and seemingly left you behind. The very fact that he was happy to have tea with you sent shockwaves through your body; not a word for so many years and then this out of the blue.

Now glaring at the sky, you wonder whether there wasn’t a larger game afoot. One that had you reuniting with the childhood love that had left you a bereft teenager; it had you hoping you would not be left a heartbroken adult.

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The pleasant weather was to continue, you thought to yourself as you sat down in the drawing room. Despite the calmness of the room; the sweet sound birdsong outside of your window, your stomach would not calm. Instead, it was threatening to make a mockery of your breakfast. A missive had arrived late yesterday evening from Lady Danbury explaining that Simon would indeed be calling on you for the promised tea.

Smoothing out your pale blue skirts, you wish desperately that you had brought something to keep you occupied as you wait for his imminent arrival. You curse the fact that you left your latest cross-stitch upstairs in your room, having worked on it late into the night. You could have used it to the pass the time to keep your mind busy.

“The Duke of Hastings,” The butler announces, startling you slightly, stepping aside for Simon to stride into the room.

Simon smiles widely as he spots you standing by the table; he rushes over to you, reaching for your hand, placing a lingering kiss to the back of it before straightening. “(Y/N),” He greets, breathless as if he had rushed all the way over here.

“Simon,” You answer, smiling just as widely.

Following his lead, you take a seat at the table, waiting for the tea service to be brought up.

“How is Lady Danbury?” You question, trying to fill the time for the service to arrive.

Simon laughs. “It seems she is on the warpath. Her grandson, Gareth, arrived this morning still out of sorts from the previous night.”

“No!” You gasp, “He’s barely of age!”

“That is what dear Lady Danbury was reminding poor Gareth as she swung her cane at him. I thought I better leave before her attention and her cane turned to me.”

“A good decision to have made.”

“Definitely,” Simon agrees, “As I was leaving, Gareth was promising his grandmother not to touch another drop of alcohol again though I doubt that promise will stick.”

“Poor Gareth,” You lament, thinking of the times you had been on receiving end of a lecture from Lady Danbury. “She does love him so though.”

“She does,” Simon states, “I remember his birth. It feels so long ago.”

You hum in agreement; wondering how quick time had flown by. Gareth was to be part of the next generation of society; he was to bring it into its future, especially if his grandmother had anything to say about it.

“How long have you been home?” You ask, pouring the both of you some tea now that it had arrived.

“I travelled to Clyvedon to settle things there before journeying down to London. I’ve been back in England just short of a month.”

“Oh,” You murmur, trying your best not to feel hurt that he hadn’t actively sought you out. After all, it had been years since you had last spoken. No correspondence had been exchanged throughout the duration of his travels; Lady Danbury had been the one to update you on where Simon was in the world. He hadn’t written you a single letter despite the long friendship that you still held dear. Instead, it had been an utter coincidence, a meeting in the streets that had proved to you he was still alive and breathing.

“I wanted to come see you,” Simon states, feeling bad about the broken sound that had left your mouth just now. He wasn’t one to talk so openly about his feelings, but he found himself needing to explain to you that he hadn’t stopped thinking of you since he stepped foot on English soil.

“Did you?” You question, sounding very much as if you did not believe a word leaving his mouth. By the unimpressed expression on your face, Simon knew you did not believe him.

“I did, but I got so busy. There were estates to manage, ledgers to balance and announcements to be made. By the time I landed in London, I was so thoroughly exhausted that I simply wandered to Lady Danbury’s home and fell asleep on her chaise-lounge. She wasn’t impressed.”

You snort before realising the impropriety, “I can imagine.”

Simon laughs entertained by the thought of Lady Danbury’s face when she found him snoring away on her chair. “As punishment, she made me accompany her on a walk… where we ran into you.”

“What a punishment,” You drawl.

Simon rolls his eyes at your tone. “I like to think of it as a happy coincidence.”

“Then I shall look at it in the same manner.”

There was something different about the man sitting across from you. Was it how he held his spoon? How he stirred his tea? Had the years abroad moulded him into a new person, one you could barely recognise?

Simon held himself entirely different to how he would when he was younger. His posture, perfect. His stance, brimming with confidence. It takes you aback somewhat as you take in the changes the years away at school and abroad have placed on his body.

Would your friendship still stand after so long apart? Is Simon simply placating Lady Danbury by having him meet you for tea? He talks such pretty words; can form sentences that leaves your mind in a spin, but this is the same man that had left the country without so much as a goodbye in your direction.

Reaching for your tea, you distract yourself from such intrusive thoughts. The tea clears your mind; letting you form a blank slate in your mind. “Enough talk of the past, no matter how recent,” You declare, “You left so long ago and came back a new person. It seems I need to get to know the new one.”

Simon smiles at you from his place across the table. “The same could be said for you too.”

You smile though it doesn’t reach your eyes. You don’t mention how you had spent the last few years turning down every marriage proposal offered to you due to your heart belonging to another even in its broken state. “Time is a marvellous thing,” You offer instead, grabbing a small cake from the stand.

“Indeed,” Simon murmurs, eyes following the cake from the plate to your mouth. Despite the time that had passed, his feelings had not changed. They had grown stronger instead. By now, Simon truly understood the meaning of absence making the heart grow fonder. All through his travels, he had cursed himself for not asking you to join him. Through every country, principality and dominion, Simon wondered how it would be for you to be there with him, experiencing the wonders of it all.

“Where was your favourite place to travel?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, “I’ve never travelled further than France.”

Simon nods, remembering your trip abroad with the same pang of sadness he felt back then. He knew logically that you were sat across from him, yet the longing in his body did nothing to help repress the urge to reach out for your hand across the table – to touch you so he would know that you were there, and this wasn’t a figment of his imagination.

“I think my favourite place to visit was Greece. I stayed on the mainland for a while before eventually making my way around the islands. Each island had its own charms, but there was one that had me questioning whether I could live there for the rest of my life. It was so calm, so quiet. Not even the thoughts in my head could distract me from its serenity.”

“Do you miss it?”

“The island?”

“The travelling.”

Simon sighs, staring out of the window as he thinks of over his answer. Eventually, he says, “I miss the sights and the people. I miss the smells and the food. However, I do not miss the time zones. There were moments where I didn’t know what time it was, let alone what day it was.”

“It sounds as if you had a magical time,” You sigh, trying your best not to think of Simon in the desperate heat of the Mediterranean.

“It had its moments,” Simon admits, thinking of the hours he had spent in markets, trying local delicacies and drinking traditionally made coffee. He had adored every second of his travels; he hadn’t minded the odd illness that came along with a new environment when there was so much to learn and so much to experience.

“Will you be travelling again soon?”

“It depends,” Simon answers.

“On?”

“On whether I find anything to keep me here.”

Silence falls over you both as you take in his words, trying to find the meaning of them. Taking a sip of your tea, you wonder whether your friendship with the Duke would be enough to keep him grounded at home for longer than a few weeks at a time. Your heart skips a beat at thought that you might not be enough; your feelings for the Duke had never surprised you. They had not surprised Lady Danbury when you showed up on her doorstep in floods of tears after Simon had left for the continent; she had simply welcomed you into her home with words of comfort and reassurances.

“Will you be attending Lady Danbury’s ball later this week?” You ask, needing to take your mind off that terrible evening.

Simon chuckles, placing his teacup on its saucer. “I shall be in attendance. I find it hard to turn down Lady Danbury. Will you be there?”

You nod, thinking of the dress you had made special. “I will. I’m quite excited if I’m to be honest.”

“Why is that?”

You shrug, “The theme, the music, the company. Lady Danbury never fails with her balls.”

“She does not,” Simon agrees, remembering the grandiosity of such events before he left to travel.

“So I shall see you there?” You ask, your voice hopeful as if daring to wonder whether Simon would attend before no doubt leaving the country once more.

“You shall. Would you save me a dance perhaps?” Simon asks, his usual mischief alight in his eyes.

You smile widely, “Always.”

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The rest of the week is spent in anticipation; desperate for the hours to quicken so you could walk through the home of Lady Danbury to find Simon already waiting for you. A hopeless dream, but a dream, nonetheless.

The Duke of Hastings remains on your mind for the rest of the week. One chance meeting and one organised tea and it seems that the man had made his home in your mind and brought to life the feelings you were certain were dormant.

With those feelings in mind, you prepare for Lady Danbury’s ball knowing full well you were about to spend the evening in the presence of Simon, but also watching the mothers of London’s available fawn over him as if he was a prize to be won. It was enough to make your blood boil.

Ridding yourself of such anger, you enter the home of Lady Danbury.

Lady Danbury never spared any expense when it came her to time to host the event of the season. She knew that it would be reported on, that it would be spoken about. She also knew that there was a chance that many matches could be made that night; so no expense could be spared in the battle for love matches among the ton.

The sight of the ballroom takes your breath away as you enter. Lady Danbury had chosen the theme of the moon, stars and sun – asking her guests to dress in colours relating to either. Your navy blue skirts swish together the further you walk into the room, distracted by the moon and star decorations hanging from the high vaulted ceilings.

You’re so enraptured by the scenery that you do not hear the footsteps approaching or the whispers of the women beside you. It isn’t until you hear him call your name that you turn your gaze from the silver decorations.

“Simon,” You greet with a smile, “How have you been?”

“Very well,” He replies, “And yourself?”

“I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

“You look wonderful,” Simon compliments; eyes raking up and down your body.

Your skin heats at his rapt attention; flashes of heat soaring through you as your mind begins to think of all sorts of scenarios where you could keep his eyes on you for much longer. “Thank you,” You answer, voice breathy, “You look very handsome too.”

“Would you do me the honour of dancing with me?” Simon asks, voice quiet in the loud room.

Nodding your head, you take his outstretched hand and allow him to lead you onto the dancefloor where many other couples are gathering.

Simon’s hand is soft on the small of your back; soft but insistent as it brings you closer to his own body. Wrapped up entirely in him, you find it hard to concentrate on the steps of the dance, easily being led around the dancefloor by the man who had captured your heart before you had even known the meaning of the word.

A large smile spreads over his face as he spins you out and brings you back. A surprised laugh leaves your lips as Simon spins you once more; the delight settling deep within your bones, melding to become a memory that would always be with you. Simon’s own laughter soons join yours and before long, neither of you are paying much attention and custom – the both of you having far too much fun in each other’s arms to be aware of the looks and glances being sent your way.

As the music fades into silence, Simon’s grip on you loosens reluctantly. He doesn’t want to let go of you; doesn’t know when the next time he can hold you this close will be. If he could, he would steal you away right now, but etiquette and his title demands he be a gentleman.

With a strained smile, Simon bows at you once before turning away without a word. So deep in his thoughts, he doesn’t see you escape to the gardens before it is too late.

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The gardens at Lady Danbury’s home had always been spectacular, but in the night, they were even more magnificent. Despite the shadows of night, you were not scared as you walked down the paths, fingers absently brushing over the flowers of delicately blooming flora.

Rather, your mind was occupied by the one man who had returned into your life after such a sizeable absence. Simon had danced with you tonight, and every aspect felt so perfect. The way his hand covered yours; the way his palm felt pressed against the small of your back. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you hide the smile on your face as you think of the way he had laughed with you as he spun you across the floor. He had looked so young; so carefree, as if he hadn’t the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I wondered where you had wandered off to,” A voice sounds from behind you, startling you.

“Simon!” You gasp, clutching your chest, “You scared me!”

He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender as he steps closer to you. “That was not my intention,” He promises, his smile wide.

“What was your intention then?” You ask, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“I wanted to ask you a question should you allow it.”

“We are alone,” You remind him, “We should move inside.”

“Please,” Simon pleads, “It won’t take long.”

You pause your steps. The cool night air settles around you as you wait for Simon to ask his question.

“Why did you never marry?” Simon demands; his eyes blazing with the need to know. “I know you had proposals; Lady Danbury even told me so.”

“There was never anyone good enough,” You confess, fisting your hands in the skirts of your dress to keep yourself from reaching out for him. “I tried. I really tried, but I always found myself thinking of you or wondering about you. Even though you never wrote, I still fell in love with you.”

Simon inhales sharply; not expecting your confession. You hadn’t expected to be so honest, but your heart was in control of your mouth; your mind taking a backseat on this one. Your heart had yearned after this man since you had learned the very definition of the word ‘love’.

“Why did you never write?” You ask, finally verbalising the question that had plagued your mind since the moment he had left.

He remains silent, so you repeat your question with a firmer voice. “Why did you never write, Simon?”

“If I had written to you, I would have come home.”

“Would that have been so bad?”

“I needed to get away, I had to leave. To do that, I had to cut strings with you, or I never would have become the man I am today. I never would have become worthy of you.”

“It is for me to decide whether you are worthy of me, Simon Basset. I have found you worthy of my love since you were ten years old and getting caught hiding a fish in the footmen’s bed if you must know.”

“For that long?” He asks; his voice a mere hoarse gasp as he battles with this new information.

“For that long,” You affirm.

“I always found myself travelling back to you,” Simon admits, “I would be in the furthest corner of the world and my mind would question why you were never by my side. On my last trip, I found myself packing my belongings with you on my mind before I had even made the decision to return home. My father was part of it, I’ll admit. But you… you were the whole reason why I returned to London.”

“What does this mean?” You ask, confused and emotional over the night’s confessions.

“It means I no longer want to travel the world if you are not by my side. It means I want to court you and follow the traditions of society. I have two loves in my life: travel and you.”

“You love me?”

He nods, “I have since I was a teenager.”

“I love you too,” You respond honestly, seeing no reason to lie in a moment like this.

“So,” Simon sighs as your words settle over him like a balm over an open wound, “Shall we do this properly? Courting and the like.”

“I think I would. I think we could start right now,” You whisper, stepping closer to the man who you felt certain was the love of your life.

“Right now?”

You nod you head, smiling widely as you reach for the lapels of his jacket. “I think we could start this very moment with a kiss. What do you think?”

Simon glances from side to side, checking for witnesses, “Only if you promise not to kiss another.”

“I don’t think that would be an issue,” You admit happily, “Kiss me, Simon.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

*******

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#simon basset x reader #simon basset #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #simon x reader #bridgerton imagines #simon basset fanfiction #simon basset imagines #duke hastings x reader

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profnodanna · 2 years

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Who are the most annoying shippers in the K fandom?

Eheheh, dear anon, what a particular question you've asked me. I wonder from where it comes from. What made you ask this question. And why you chose me. Did you send the same question to other people? Or are you genuinely interested in my opinion? Does it have something to do with the ships I like? Has something happened in the fandom? Are you trying to stir up some drama? Are you going to link my answer to some private chat to demostrate a point? Or your actions are sincere and pure? Are you a friend or a foe?

Unfortunately for you, you haven't unlocked the option to hear my frank and caustic opinion yet. You know, it requires a lot of friendship points, and they are hard to gain when you're anonymous to me.

I could stop here, but I don't want to avoid your question. On the contrary, I want to use it to clarify some of my thoughts about this fandom, my way to live it, and the behaviours I draw a line at.

I've been living the K fandom on tumblr since 2016. And at least once a year, some anon would go around to make the same kind of question to active blogs in the fandom. Why? The majority of people in the fandom, in all the fandoms, agrees that, in the best case scenario, this is the kind of question that can cause discomfort to the whole community. It's never nice to accuse someone of being annoying just because he likes this instead of that.

Since I am part of this community, I don't want to cause discomfort with my unrequested judgement on the personal quality of some categories of people. If I don't want trash in my community, and I don't want others to throw around their garbage, it's up to me to act correctly in the first place.

I won't go around saying "uh, these shippers are dumb af!" expecting they won't get offended. Even if they're really dumb. I mean, even dumb people have the right to enjoy themselves.

There are lots of immature brats in fandoms. Let's not add more trash to the pile of trash (unless you want it. In that case your actions speak for yourself).

Second point. I'm gonna tell you a secret:

Annoying shippers don't exist. Annoying people do.

Why I am saying that. They're not annoying because of the ship they like. They're annoying because they're immature brats who can't behave in a group of people with different ideas and likes. It has nothing to do with the ship itself, which is the true victim of the whole affair.

It can happen that some ships tend to attract more annoying people: that some of them can become a tiny group very loud that seems to talk for all the shippers. Well, that's not true. It's the contrary. They keep away all the good shippers, who legitimately don't want to be involved or associated to them.

So when we say "urgh, these shippers are so annoying!" we end up with offending quiet people who were making their own business. And that's not nice.

This leads to another consequence: if you present yourself as X shipper, and you act like a whiny brat, or you're a moron to other people, you're going to ruin the reputation of your ship to others' eyes.

If you love your ship so much, better trying to behave in public. (Which is the reason why I don't go around the internet commenting here and there "what a stupid idea!", "are you dumb or what?!", "I can't believe you wrote that, are you five???"; not because I want to be a good person. Nope. Because I don't want to ruin my otp. That's love. And maybe slightly concerning).

And this is why, my dear anon, I'm not going to tell you which shippers I find annoying.

Instead, I'm going to tell you which behaviors I do:

Not understading the source material and not being humble enough to listen to people who have actually read all of it;

Twisting the canon to make it fit for your ship or headcanons; we're not talking about "interpretation", I saw with my eyes people who can't even read a panel of a manga. I hope they're twelve or something, because anything above twenty is concerning.

whining babies who need attention; "why everyone likes this ship? why nobody likes this? Why everyone is so mean to me? I only said you suck because you like X, I don't understand! nobody understands me and my very intellectual thoughts". Guys, everyone with a bit of salt in their brain laughs at you.

not being able to make critical analysis of the story or character, ending up with reading everything through your "emotional immature" glasses.

Look, it's simple. There's a difference between giving an opinion, and being a dick. If you can't understand it, maybe you need some time to grow up.

To conclude, I want to clarify that I am very open to talk about ideas, headcanons, characters analysis, even in very critical ways. I don't shy away from giving my very frank and honest opinion about these matters, and to say what I like, what I dislike, and what I hate with all my heart.

But I'm not gonna point my finger to a generic group of people in public. I will rant with my trusted friends in private setting, as it should be.

And if someone write some kind of bullshit that doesn't suit well with me, I'm going to reply directly to them. And not to make them change idea (it's useless with some people), but to give to the readers another point of view.

I hope the answer has satisfied you, anon.

See you next time, space anon.

#k project #reply #anonymous #this ask took away from me an hour of sleep I'm not gonna reread it #anyway has something spicy happened #am i missing the drama?? tell me! let's gossip!#I don't want peace I want problems ALWAYS

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underworldreaderinserts · 3 years

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Could you write some Zagreus bf headcanons where the reader is a mortal? Not sure if you write headcanons or not but I wanna shoot my shot anyway qwqqq i just love zag so muchh aaaaa a a aa,,,,,

Of course, I can, sweetie! I know I did general boyfriend headcanons here, but I’ll specify for a mortal partner♡ I originally wrote two versions of this, one for a mortal partner already in the House of Hades, and one for a mortal still alive on the surface; but because it got absurdly long, I’ve only posted one. I hope it’s to your liking, dear anon!♡ -- Ryan

Edit: I seem to,,, get so carried away with my own imagination that I completely side tracked from the original request. If this isn’t exactly what you wanted for your request, anon, please stop by and let me know, I’ll do my best to make you a new one!!♡

In the House of Hades:

✧ In your mortal days, you’d lived as pious a life as any other human, though you did differ in one regard -- You paid tribute to the Chthonic gods as much as, if not more so than, the Olympians.

✧ It was in your belief that the God of the Dead, as fearsome as he was, deserved as much reverence as his brothers atop their mountain, and for this, you were given recognition upon your passing.

✧ Instead of wandering the Underworld’s domain as you had expected, it seemed you’d serve a higher purpose continuing your tribute to Hades, as you once did in life.

✧ Your arrival at the House was unexpected by its residents, however, not unwelcome, as they knew of you through your life and your tributes to them.

✧ But it’s also where you’d meet your boyfriend, Hades’ son, Zagreus. And it came much of a shock to you, as you had not known he had a son.

✧ It also came much of a shock to him, because Hades didn’t allow just anyone into his House.

✧ It is here where your curiosity of each other would draw you together quite often.

✧ Zagreus would catch you where he could, between your work shifts or whenever he wasn’t pillaging his father’s domain, and ask you questions.

✧ “Why would you honor the God of the Dead? Why didn’t you fear him, like the other mortals?”

✧ “I believed death was just as much a part of life as anything else the Gods and Goddesses represented. I guess you can say, in a way he was fearsome, but I didn’t fear him.”

✧ That answer baffled him, and only elicited further curiosity. It was such a unique perspective, and even though it told so much about you as a person, he felt as though he didn’t know enough.

✧ Eventually, he’d become addicted to learning more about you, and your brief conversations.

✧ Lost in his pursuit of you, he’d caught feelings along the way-- and the same could easily be said of you. But openly admitting you’ve fallen for the Prince of the Underworld was so outlandish to you.

✧ Before long, it wasn’t secret knowledge that the both of you reciprocated feelings, and were a bit more open with your relationship.

✧ Following that, you’d both find yourselves in each other’s companies, late into the evening (night? morning?), either sitting in the lounge or along the river’s roaring coarse by the Administrative Chamber just trading questions, experiences, and admirations.

✧ You’d tell him stories of your life on the surface. Some particularly hard seasons, or any strokes of luck.

✧ How you’d maintained offerings to many of the Gods, both Chthonic and Olympian, and if any of your good tidings had been by their blessings.

✧ You told him of your family, and your friends, and what education you had been fortunate enough to receive.

✧ You felt, between telling him about your daily life to your life’s story, that it was rather bland in comparison to what he’d have to offer, but it fascinated him.

✧ All lives begin and end the same way, but each one has a different story to tell. Some with overlapping similarities, some with predictive behaviors-- but not you.

✧ You got along swimmingly with everyone in the House (though Hades and Megaera were still a bit rough around the edges, you knew not to take it too personally.)

✧ Though, you’d namely get on well with Achilles and Orpheus, as you’d heard tales of them throughout your life. It was equivalent to being starstruck.

✧ More often than not, you’d be found beside Orpheus or Achilles, mostly because it still felt improper for you to talk so familiarly among Gods and Goddesses (though, Hypnos made it fairly easy, as his behaviors felt... human.)

✧ On some days (nights?) he’d pull himself out of the Pool of Styx and find you beside Orpheus, smiling as you discussed his talent and influence; or beside Achilles, watching him with awe as you’d asked for another recount of his battles.

✧ On those days, especially, he’d deliberately saunter right up to you, directing your attention to him. You’d beam that precious, priceless smile at him, greeting him, but before you could go into that sprightly explanation, he’d come up with a half-assed reason to take you from your current activity.

✧ Oblivious each time, you would politely dismiss yourself, knowing that any time with Zagreus was scarce. Orpheus would nod, with a soft “’til next time.”, but Achilles was one more offense away from calling the Prince out on his jealous antics.

✧ Zagreus knew your worth, though, and wasn’t afraid or ashamed to admit it as many times as it took.

✧ “There’s absolutely nothing like you, not in all the Underworld, or even the surface. I can say that, I’ve seen the surface.”

✧ “Not even the sun can match the warmth I feel when you’re beside me.”

✧ He struggles between the desire to have you all to himself, and to show you off at every corner of the Universe.

✧ Poor Zagreus gets mildly jealous, since he feels he can’t offer you the same solidarity, having lived in the Underworld his whole life (and being a god and all that)

✧ He treasures your stories, and how your life on the surface has weathered you into the person that stands before him.

✧ He’s grateful you’ve made it into his life, even if that gratitude is indirectly directed to his father, and his father’s decision to bring you into the House.

#Zagreus x Reader #Zagreus Headcanons #SFW Zagreus #SFW Headcanons

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shoichee · 3 years

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Hey! I read your Kise imagine recently and I adore it, it's rare to see someone write about manga!kise and I really loved it. Furthermore your writing is so so good to read 🥰 I wanted to ask you Kise x reader prompt 1! I would really like to read about him in such a situation ☺ Thank you Iain advance 😘

WAHHH TYSM ANON <33 IM SO HAPPY HEHE, and phew yall thought asshole kise was something but... have yall heard of TEIKO-era asshole kise??! NO?? dw, bc he’s debuting here // i wanted to really showcase his dual sides through more of dialogue (so we won’t really see what’s in Kise’s mind for this), so here it is hope you enjoy this anon!

Kise x Reader

Prompt: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

Word Count: 2120

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“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it, Kise.”

“Huh?” he mocks with a condescending tone. “I didn’t peg you as someone who’d pull shit out of their ass like my last ‘ex-girlfriend.’ Just because I let you hang around me doesn’t mean you can parade around campus with an inflated ego.”

Your hands shake furiously at your sides, trying not to punch the basketball player square in the face.

“Me? With an ego? Look who’s damn talking!” you seethe. “I’m tired of the fact that we keep playing this stupid flirting game for months, only for it to go absolutely nowhere!”

“Have you ever stopped to use your brain and think about how flirting inherently is done in good casual fun?” Kise explains slowly, implying that you were the immature one in the situation. “Meanwhile, you have the audacity to get mad at me when you’re the one who’s using me for your own selfish gain!” Kise sends a heated glare but his eyes were tinged with betrayal.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Are you out of your mind?”

“Fuck this,” he scoffs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m leaving, I’m not dealing with this shit anymore. If you want attention, I’m not gonna entertain you anymore.”

“No, you will not leave!” you yell, trying to stop Kise in his tracks. He merely ignores you as he holds up a hand to do a wave with his back to you. “You’re going to explain what the hell you were talking about!”

You sprinted and held onto his sleeve to tug him back to face you, only to be met by the most bone-chilling gaze from him. You would’ve absolutely cowered in his presence if it wasn’t for the fact that you were irrationally angry from the false accusations Kise threw at you prior. You can definitely tell that Kise was biting his inner cheek to keep himself reasonably calm.

“Ryōta,” you say.

“Don’t call me by my first name anymore,” he says flatly.

“Where did you get the idea that I was using you?”

“Hah! Why? Does it matter? Are you gonna go to them and try to threaten them after? It’s so clear from the way you’re talking right now that you only see me as a prize to show off.” You inhale a huge breath to stop yourself from saying something you’ll regret.

“I never saw you as some object, Ryōta,” you mildly scoff. “Let me make myself clear. All I wanted was a clear answer from you every time I asked you if you wanted something serious, but every single damn time, you changed the subject or never answered the question!”

“It’s all done in good fun. Does it really need to be serious?”

“But I want something serious with you!”

Kise merely turns away in silence, but you can see his body slightly tremble.

“... Ryōta?”

“Don’t lie to me like that…” he says, slightly sucking a breath. “... Look, if you really wanna use me to boost your popularity, just… just come clean, okay? I’ll go along with it if you tell me now. After all, we’ve been… good friends.”

“Lie? Why would I lie? I never thought once of using you or having any motives other than to get to know you personally as a friend, Ryōta,” you say, looking down on the grip you had on his sleeve still.

“What reason is there to know someone like this other than to activate a ticking time bomb while playing a game to pass that time? Isn’t that how it’s always been? Isn’t that what we are right now?”

Your senses tell you that something deeper beyond this surface argument has been troubling him. You slowly let go of his sleeve, before turning away with a sigh, leaving Kise absolutely confused.

“I think we both need to cool our heads,” you sigh. “We’ve both said too much, and… just… forget what I said, okay? And I’ll forget about what you told me.” Kise’s eyes widen at your statement.

“(y/n)-cchi…?”

“We can still do light-hearted banter like we always do the next time we see each other, okay Kise?” Your fists on your sides tremble before you hold up your head to give him a cheerful smile that’s eerily all too familiar to his own. You turn to walk away, but his heart squeezes painfully at the sight of your back to him like this. You’re so far from him. So far.

“Hold it, now…” he says, slightly sprinting to catch up to you. He grabs your hand, still balled tightly by your side. “You’re cruel, you know that? Demanding me not to leave but then leaving the conversation on your own accord? You’re a hypocrite.” He spins you around to see your eyes barely struggling to hold back fresh tears. Little did he know that your countenance was a mirror to his own.

“... Our heads aren’t in the right place, Kise. You should probably let go.”

“I probably should, huh…” he says, but still giving no sign that he was actually going through with it.

“Knowing you, you’d really hold my fist until someone has to actually separate you from me.”

“And knowing you, you’d probably punch me before anyone else had the chance to do so.”

“You know me so well, hm?” you muse, a tiny curl of your lip a different world than the one you gave moments before.

“... No,” he says with a slight frown. “I don’t think I know you well enough.”

“I don’t know you enough either, Kise.”

Silence falls between the two of you, frail as thin ice, before you eventually break it.

“... You’re right, this whole friendship we have right now… it’s a time bomb. It’s bound to fail and fall apart.”

“W-Wait,” Kise slightly says in shock. “That was… I didn’t mean it like—”

“No healthy relationship of any kind would last if we keep dancing around each other like this. I wanna be honest with you for once… I… don’t wanna do this banter anymore. I don’t wanna do these flirting games. I’m kinda tired of it. Especially when you always keep me at a distance.”

“Pfft, (y/n)-cchi,” he snorts loudly, flashing his sunny smile. “I’m practically so close to you holding your hand!”

“You know exactly what I mean,” you sigh, and you avert your gaze away. “You feel so far. I just… you feel so out of reach even when I’m in the same room as you… even as of now. I just want to know where we’ll end up.”

You firmly shake his grip off you, watching his hand falling back to his side as he does nothing but stare at you. You don’t know if he’s angry, offended, or shocked, but whatever his expression was, you couldn’t tell, not when you still stared at the concrete to the side rather than at him.

“Of course I wanna be friends with you,” you continue. “But can you blame me for believing that there’s something more between us when we do romantic gestures and flirting for months on end? If we’re just going to be friends, that’s fine, but I’d prefer if you’d also stop addressing me with -cchi, just to draw a clear boundary between us.” You finally look up to see Kise, but to your own shock, he looks quite bitter.

“You say that you’re confused about what we are, but then you go prattle to everyone else that you’re my significant other when we haven’t even talked a single thing about being a serious thing. You’re so fucking confusing.”

“I… did no such thing?” Your eyes, still puffy from the tear ducts, shine in genuine bewilderment.

“You… didn’t?”

“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

“I… um… oh…” All he could do was to stand there completely stupefied, mouth gaping as multiple realizations suddenly hit him like bricks. He rubs his neck as he shamefully looks away.

“So tell me,” you slowly say, giving him a more bone-chilling gaze than the one he gave you. “What exactly have you been hearing in the hallways?” You both stand there in silence again as Kise struggles to think of a way to explain it without sounding completely dumb.

“Okay, look… I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have listened to the rumors so easily, especially since I despise them too, but… they were about you, and I just couldn’t help myself…” he mumbles. “I don’t know, I… the thought of you getting close to me to use me really, really hurts.”

“And you thought just cutting me off on the spot was the most reasonable decision you can think of?”

“H-Hey…! Don’t put it like that! I thought I knew you well, but when I heard what people gossiped, my mind just went somewhere, and I thought maybe I misread you at some point. If you really did have ulterior motives, cutting you off wouldn’t be as easy as that other girl. Because I… w-wait! Where are you going?!”

“Home, Kise,” you flatly say. “It’s after school after all.”

“At least hear what I have to say!” He tries to catch up with you, but you only speed walk to outpace him. “Let me explain myself!”

“Hypocrite~” you say, using Kise’s mocking voice. “I don’t recall you letting me explain myself in the beginning.”

“(y/n)-cchi, I’m sorry! I’ll pay for all the outings we’ll do this week! And um… I’ll always talk to you if something’s bothering me—don’t ignore me!”

“Didn’t I tell you not to use -cchi?” you sigh, stopping abruptly, causing Kise to accidentally bump against you. “I’ll forgive you, but we’re still only friends. I guess I’ll apologize for assuming things on my end, too.” Kise drops his head on your shoulder from behind, and you only roll your eyes in amusement at the familiar contact. “Oh dear, Kise. I didn’t think you were the type to be so clingy after a fight.”

“Okay, I’ll ‘fess up,” he says, voice muffled by your uniform blazer. “Even though we’ve always gotten along so well, there’s always been a part of me who’s been on the lookout for any possible signs that you only saw me for my reputation. While I enjoyed having you around, I had always been ready to cut you off if I saw anything suspicious, but… lately the thought of letting you go ached so much… and then I heard what the other students were talking about… how you were acting the entire time… how you somehow screwed over other people before… couldn’t really think properly after that.”

“Boo hoo,” you huff. “Do you want a kiss to make you feel better?”

“... I actually do.”

“I think our heads haven’t completely cooled down. I’m going ahead.” You were about to walk away, even though you very much enjoyed his head on your shoulder, but his arms wrap around you to stop moving any further from his side.

“You said that you wrongly assumed what we were…” he whispers. “But you’re actually right. We’ve been more than friends for a while without me really acknowledging it,” he chuckles at your groan, “I guess you really do know me well… I’m really attached to you… but it’s not fair that you’re so collected even when I’m hugging you like this.”

“Kise, you’re an idiot, do you know that?” you snort. “How are you hugging me but not noticing how fast my heart is beating?”

“H-Hey! Can you call me by my first name again? I said it without really thinking, okay? It hurts me every time you do that.” He gives the most comical pout, but you only punch the top of his head on your shoulder before walking ahead.

“I’m still mad at you. I’m going home.”

“(y/n)-cchi, w-wait! Let me walk you home, then!”

“Don’t call me that either. I’m still mad at you.”

“But aren’t we dating now? I can call you that if we’re a thing.”

“But I’m still mad. You still said all those horrible things, and that stung. You think you’re the only one hurting right now?”

“I’m really, really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, and I won’t say anything like that again, and…”

“You’re not being really convincing.”

“I know I was being immature and the one with the inflated ego, and I said things that aren’t remotely true—”

You sigh before you turn back to a panicking Kise behind you.

“Then you better make it up to me by cuddling me and telling me some sweet nothings, because I can really use that right now, Ryōta.”

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match up No.12

Anon said:

(Somehow this turned out to be longer than expected omg I'm sorry(｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ) Hi! How's your day? This is my first time sending literally anything on this app and I'm really nervous haha👉👈could I request a mash-up? I'm a female, INTJ, Leo, I’m 1.61 tall , I have shoulder length black curly hair and hazel eyes. I'm really introverted and I rarely speak but when I get comfortable I like to talk and joke a lot! (1/2)

I like to think that I'm confident tho deep down I'm insecure about a lot of things lmao. I speak three languages (English, Italian and Arabic) I like to draw, I listen to music most of the time and I'm good at cooking tho I don't do it that often. That's all thank you (；^ω^）(2/2)

a/n:

Hey there! How are you doing? I am so sorry for making you wait for so long. But here I am hopefully giving you want you wanted. And there is absolutely no need to be nervous dear. You´re doing just fine. And I´m glad to know about more trilingual people in here. English, Italian and Arabic. What a beautiful but also interesting combination. Anyways I hope you will like with what I came up with. If there is anything you don´t like make sure to tell me. I will work on it and do it better. Other than that happy reading my dear anon!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: please tell me if you know who the artist is so I can give them the credits and tag them properly. Thank you. !!!

- Well, well my dear anon. I decided to pair you up with Vinsmoke Sanji because I think that you need lots of love and appreciation. And I think that he is someone who can give you all of that and even more.

- You were walking around the deck of the Sunny. Thinking about everything but also nothing at the same time. One minute you were thinking about your friend who send you a letter just yesterday and minutes later you would be walking around with a empty head. For a person that barely talked or spoke up about anything your mind was always somehow occupied with something.

- Two months. Since two months you were sailing with the strawhats who recruited you to join the crew of the future pirate king.

- You liked all of the crew members. But out of all of them you liked Robin and Zoro the most since they were pretty chill and calm people. They were quite and didn´t talk much. You could be sitting next to them without having to hold conversations. You could be sitting next to each other without a glimpse of awkwardness.

- Every member of the strawhat crew knew that you weren´t the most talkative person and accepted you the way you were. But still they somehow always tried to get you to talk. And one of them tried that the most. That person was none other than the ships cook, Sanji.

- You were aimlessly walking around the ship with eyes fixed on the ground when you felt your legs getting tired. You were close to the tree with the swing so you took the opportunity to take a seat on the swing and slowly sway yourself back and forth. You were once again lost in your thoughts when you felt a blanket being placed over your shoulder. The sudden contact made you flinch slightly and look up only to find the first mate standing in front of you. “Oi are you okay? I went to train in the crow’s nest around 6 pm when I saw you walk around on your own.”, with a visibly confused and a tilted head you were looking the green haired man in the eyes. “And?”, you wondered. Zoro raised a brow. “Y/N. It´s half past nine now. Didn´t you realize how dark it got? You´re pretty weird but that’s fine since none of us are normal. Not even Nami who´s not a devil fruit user.”, the words of the swordsman made you laugh. “Thank you for the blanket but I am not weird. I am just not really talkative like some of ya´ll. ”, you said while cuddling into the blanket. “I am fine with that. In fact that makes me like you the most since you´re pretty chill. Anyways I gotta go and shower. It´s your turn with the night watch I suppose. Good luck with that stupid cook. Night.”, without waiting for a reply he left you alone.

- When you thought you were alone footsteps could be heard behind you. You took a look at your left just to find Sanji walking down the stairs in black pants and a white shirt. Rolled up sleeves showing that he left the kitchen minutes ago and a new cigar between his lips he walked down the stairs with one hand in his pocket. No matter how he put a step he always looked elegant and gracious. “It kinda makes me sad to see that you talk and even laugh with that marimo but not me. Did I do something wrong my dear?”

- Out of all the people on the ship you never thought of hearing such a question come from the gentlest and loving person. You never thought that he would ever ask such a question because you always thought he could and would understand you without having to speak about it. “You seem to not like me much. Are you?”, he said with a beautiful smile upon his lips.

- “It´s not like that. It´s just that he never makes me talk. He listens when I do but other than that he never tries to make me speak because he understands that I don´t like to talk much. And when I do out of nervousness he makes me stop and takes over. He might not look like it but he truly is a understanding man. And so is Robin.”, “And I am not?”, you shook your head and smiled back at the cook. “You´re different. You are my comfort and save place.”

- The words that left your lips made Sanji widen his eyes out of shook. For a second his mind went blank but quickly was able to pull himself back together. He lit up the cigar between his lips and put both of his hands in his pocket.

- Sanji always tried his best to get you to talk and look people in the eyes when you did but he never forced you into anything. He always tried his best to make you speak out your thoughts and opinion on everything as gentle as possible. He was always caring towards you and always kept an eye on you. He understands you better than you do. He can read through your facet that was supposed to show a brave and strong you. A woman that was not shy. A extroverted, active woman. He was able to look into your soul and give you whatever your heart desired. No matter if it was food, clothes, books or simply the comfort of a silent room.

- “I really appreciate your words. In fact I am honored to have you see me worthy enough to be beside and with you. Although I wish for it to be more than that.”, out of habit you tiled your head slightly to the side that showed your confusion. You were about to ask what he meant but got cut off when he pulled you back up on your feet. “Let´s go and have a little snack.”

- With no other words leaving you, you let him lead you to the kitchen not knowing that your little head tilt made his heart melt and his soul to bust the biggest uwu.

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boonki · 3 years

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Ooh!!! "No more today, you’re at your limit.” ? ❣❣

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for sending this prompt in, I had so much fun writing it (also thank you for waiting, I’ve been a little slow with writing lately)

do we want 3.2k of obikin in the bath? idk but i wrote it! (also do the apartments in the jedi temple even have baths? idk. in this story they do LMAO)

as always, i write at 3 am, so if there are any mistakes, please.. just dont look at them

enjoy!! 💖

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Obi-wan throws a side kick that lands square in Anakin’s stomach, sending him stumbling backwards. He rolls over a shoulder, ready for the next attack. He blocks a fist to the face, and counters with a punch to Obi-wan’s stomach, which is easily batted to the side.

They’ve been going at it for hours, lightsabers tossed to the side in favor of hand-to-hand combat. Their robes lay messily off to the side of the training room, discarded hours ago as the room sweltered in the summer heat, the pair left only in their pants rolled up at the ankles. Anakin can see Obi-wan faltering, making easy mistakes that cost him light bruises; he must be incredibly tired, just having returned lightly injured from a mission to the Outer Rim. Anakin would so much rather see Obi-wan resting and curled up over a cup of tea, or taking a nap on Anakin’s chest so he can pet his hair down and hold him. But Obi-wan had wanted to spar, and Anakin would never say no to that.

Anakin sees the opportunity and tackles Obi-wan to the ground, straddling his bare stomach and pinning his arms above his head. Obi-wan bucks his hips to roll Anakin over, but Anakin had been prepared for that, digging his knees into the mat to keep grounded. Both of their chests are heaving, and a droplet of sweat drips off of Anakin’s chin and onto Obi-wan’s neck.

“I think we should call it quits for today, old man.” Anakin releases his grip on Obi-wan’s wrists and perches back on his heels, looking down at him.

Obi-wan smirks. “And stop while you’re ahead? No, let’s go again.” He makes to get up, pushing his elbows into the mat, but Anakin stops him with a hand to his chest.

“I’m serious. No more today, you’re at your limit. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Anakin’s tone is serious as he can be, his eyebrows raised, features stern.

Obi-wan falls back to the ground, closing his eyes as he catches his breath. “As far as I was aware, it’s you hurting me, but point taken, love. You win.”

Anakin leans down and pecks a kiss to his cheek, tasting salt, and stretches his lips in a wide smile. “I’ll grab us dinner from Dex’s and I’ll meet you back in our quarters, okay?” He shifts his weight to the side so he can slide off of Obi-wan, wincing at the ache in his already sore muscles. “And go shower? You need one.”

Obi-wan shoots him a wry look. “What, you don’t like the smell of sweat? I can’t, anyhow, I have to go report to the council first.”

“Do you want your usual?” Anakin ignores his sarcasm and hops to his feet, making his way towards their forgotten robes, wishing he had remembered to bring a towel with him.

“Of course, darling.” Obi-wan answers from the floor, still lying on his back with his arms stretched out above his head.

Anakin dons his robes loosely, grabbing his ‘saber from the floor, and takes in the sight: Obi-wan is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, making him glow, and his hair is pushed back, giving him an oddly attractive tousled look. Anakin’s dick twitches in his pants, wanting to do nothing more than take him apart right then and there. But the desire to get some food in Obi-wan and see him rest and relax overwhelms the sexual urge. There will be time for that later on, no doubt.

He makes his way back to Obi-wan in easy, long strides and squats down, kissing him sideways, holding his sweaty head in between his palms. “I’m serious, you stink. The council can wait. Go shower.”

Obi-wan snorts. “No, they really can’t. Tell Dex I said hello.”

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Anakin shuffles through Padme’s favorite body shop, where she used to drag him when they had briefly dated years prior. He never would’ve admitted it to her, but he relished the fancy baths she had created for them, and had returned to the shop alone innumerable times since they politely ended things. His body always thanked him after a hot soak.

With how tired Obi-wan seemed when he had come back from his mission and padded into their quarters earlier, and how sore he must be after today’s intense practice, Anakin wants to do something special for him. Besides, they’ve barely been able to spend time together because of the war, and Anakin misses it just being the two of them. He hopes the bath won’t be too much for Obi-wan, but he knows the man has a soft spot for fancy things under that rigid exterior.

The shop is crammed and dense, with low ceilings littered with dried flowers hanging upside down, casting a faint rose hue over the entire place. Soaps in muted colors, wrapped in bright shades of paper line the walls, leading down to the wooden tables that hold syrupy oils and linen bags of flowers and herbs. Coarse soaps and lotions in clear tubs sit in wire baskets underneath the tables. The whole room smells like a meadow in bloom, and Anakin eyes the candles burning in the corners of the room in consideration.

Thankfully, he’s the only one in the shop currently, so he can take his time picking the right products. He pops the cork out of a bottle of bath oil and takes a whiff: light, and flowery, with a faint hint of jasmine. Throwing it in his cart, he adds some cream soap, and, hesitating a little, a bag of assorted flower petals to hover on the surface of the water. He already has floating candle lights for the bath at home.

“Are you all set?” Sasha, the elegant female Twi’lek that owns the shop, leans against the register, eyeing him fondly. She used to tease him all the time about coming here alone, but they’ve moved past that, into a tentative friendship.

“Yeah.” He slides his basket onto the counter between them.

She eyes his items, cocking an eyebrow. “Is this for someone special?”

He can feel the blood rushing into his cheeks and ears, but doesn’t want to admit it one way or the other. “Maybe.”

She barks out a laugh at his bashfulness. “Lucky person, whoever it is.”

“Uh.” He doesn’t really know how to answer that. “Thanks?”

Her smile is playful, like he’s a child that just said something particularly cute. With the efficiency of someone who’s been doing it for years, she rings out the total and wraps all the items up in a paper satchel, sliding it back across the counter at him.

“That’s going to be 83 credits.”

He really hopes the council doesn’t look into his expenses, he wouldn’t know what to tell them.

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The door to their quarters swings open cautiously and Anakin peeps inside, worried that he took too long. After popping by the body shop, he swung by Dex’s as promised, and Dex had wanted to catch up, and rightfully so; it had been too long. Anakin had shifted from foot to foot the entire time though, anxious about getting home to draw the bath before Obi-wan returned from meeting with the council. But Dex is a viable source of information, a fantastic cook, and most importantly, a long time and loyal friend, so Anakin had plastered a good natured grin on his face and quieted the nag of unease in his stomach.

The living room and kitchen is quiet, and Anakin doesn’t hear any noise coming from either the ‘fresher or their bedrooms. Anakin is in the clear.

He drops the food off unceremoniously onto the kitchen counter, throwing his outer robes over a chair on his way to the ‘fresher, bag of goods in hand. Flipping on the light, he starts up the hot water and pulls out the candle lights that sit underneath the sink. As the scalding water rises to the top, he pours in the oil and soap, and sprinkles the flower petals across the water, deliberately placing the candle lights in last so he could perfect their destination. They glow to life as soon as they make contact with the water, and Anakin smiles at the sight.

Stretching back up to stand, he turns the light off and shifts the door shut, letting the dim incandescence float through the room, a heavy orange that immediately adds intimacy to the space.

He has to admit, he’s outdone himself.

Then: a creak of a door hinge, the shuffling of tired steps, and crinkling of the take-out bag as Obi-wan no doubts sneaks a fry in before Anakin catches him.

Anakin bounds back to the kitchen, like a child bursting at the seams.

“I have a surprise, before we eat,” he says to Obi-wan’s back. (He is sneaking a fry.)

“That’s never good.” Obi-wan replies, turning around to lean back against the counter, chewing thoughtfully.

“All my surprises are good surprises.”

“Oh, like the time you superglued my datapad to the ceiling so I would pay more attention to you? You could have just asked, dear one.”

Anakin huffs, and covers the distance between them in two short strides, nudging Obi-wan towards the ‘fresher, covering both of Obi-wan’s eyes with his hands.

“Just,” Anakin murmurs, “trust me on this one.”

They lumber towards the ‘fresher, Anakin pushing a blinded Obi-wan forwards with each step. When they make their way to the entrance, Anakin stops them, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Smells good, at the very least.” Obi-wan hums, in no hurry to have his sight back.

Anakin, however, cannot wait and eagerly pulls his hands back, watching Obi-wan’s face for a reaction.

The smile begins in Obi-wan’s eyes as they crinkle, and then it moves down to his cheeks and into his mouth, which is pulled back in a twisted, tender way. Joy sings through every feature, and Anakin is elated.

Obi-wan turns his head to look at him, his gaze tender. “Is this for me?”

Anakin bites the inside of his cheek. “For us, to share, if you want. Unless you want to be alone, I’m more than happy to go lay down, but I thought-”

“For us, then.” Obi-wan leans in and kisses him on the jaw, already undressing. For the second time that day, Anakin looks down at a small heap of clothing. He closes the ‘fresher door behind them.

As soon as he slides his legs into the water, Obi-wan moans, and Anakin, no matter how many times he’s heard it, blushes, his breath quickening. Obi-wan is somehow both the most proper, and most obscene person Anakin has ever had the good graces of knowing.

The petals dance away from Obi-wan, ripples in the water sending them cascading in circles. “Come on, then,” he says to Anakin, who is still staring down at him with a dopey smile on his face.

Anakin makes quick work of his clothing, standing naked next to the bath. He motions for Obi-wan to lean forward so he can nestle in behind him.

The water is still piping hot, almost uncomfortably so, but Anakin makes a small ahh noise at the feeling of it on his sore muscles. He snakes his legs on each side of Obi-wan, pulling him back so that Obi-wan’s back lays flush against his chest, having to shoo a candle light out of the way. It bumbles along their sides, and out towards their entangled legs, illuminating the peachy bubbles and sunset tinged petals that bob in their wake. Obi-wan tilts his head back, resting it on Anakin’s shoulder, and sighs in contentment.

He drops a kiss on Obi-wan’s temple, breathing him in, his arms finding their home around Obi-wan’s waist. The skin on Obi-wan chest, arms, and face glimmer in the candlelight, flickering orange, more radiant than any Tatooine sunset, and Anakin wants to fall face first into the radiant gleam of his heart, wants to crawl into Obi-wan’s chest and bask in the warmth of his love, his light.

“This is lovely,” Obi-wan whispers, fluttering his eyes closed. “Thank you.”

Anakin’s hold around his middle tightens a bit in response, trailing a hand up and down Obi-wan’s stomach in repetition, a mindless gesture. “You seem tired lately.”

Obi-wan turns his head toward Anakin’s, resting his forehead in the crook of Anakin’s neck. He doesn’t get a response for a few heartbeats, and Anakin wonders if Obi-wan heard him. And then:

“Well, we are at war.” Obi-wan’s tone is flat, nondescript. Anakin knows Obi-wan is mincing his words for his sake, and as a bad habit of holding tight to all of his problems, like sharing them would break him. Anakin wants to share the load with him, help carrying the burden.

“Are you sure that’s all?” He mumbles into Obi-wan’s humid forehead, sweat beginning to glisten at his hairline from the searing water.

Obi-wan lets out the faintest of sighs through his nose, carefully considering his response. “I wish I…,” he grabs Anakin’s hands in the water, laying them on top and threading his fingers into Anakin’s, “I wish I could help more. Do more. None of it ever feels enough.”

Anakin gazes over their tangled legs, barely visible underneath the bubbles drifting over the surface, and aches all over at the thought of Obi-wan feeling inadequate. He wishes Obi-wan could see himself as Anakin sees him: brave, selfless, the entire backbone of the war, and a brilliant General and inspiring leader. Anakin has, and would a million times over, follow him into the depths of hell. The petals stick to their skin, creating a small halo of reds and purples where their bodies meet the water.

“You’re doing enough.” Anakin sighs. “You barely sleep, you’re always doing briefings and writing reports, and when we’re finally on a break you’re off training younglings, sitting in for the council, kriffing asking for sparring practice.” He huffs a laugh of disbelief into Obi-wan’s hairline. “You practically run this war yourself sometimes. When do you ever rest?”

Obi-wan is silent for some time, probably thinking of some way to deflect everything. He comes back with rare and unusual honesty. “It feels selfish, taking time for myself when I know there are people out there dying. Innocent people.”

Anakin scoffs. “How are you supposed to help them if you’re ready to keel over yourself, hm?”

“We’re jedi, that’s what we do. Besides,” Obi-wan rubs his face on Anakin’s neck, tone turning sweet, “I have you to make sure I don’t.”

Anakin grins into the wet curve of his head, his hair plastered to his skull from the steam wafting up around them, making the edges of the room disappear into a soft and warm fog.

“You’re enough, and you deserve rest.” He plants an overdone kiss on Obi-wan’s skull, rougher than usual to make a point.

Obi-wan hums noncommittally and tightens his hold on Anakin’s hands, somehow sinking further into Anakin’s chest.

He squeezes once and then untangles his fingers from Obi-wan’s hold to trace over his body. The tops of his thighs are as far as Anakin can reach, so he starts there, letting his fingertips graze over sensitive and supple skin, over soft hair and old scars. He moves to the base of Obi-wan’s stomach, purposefully ignoring his cock in favor of showering him with pure adoration and affection. He’ll let his hands wander there after they’ve eaten and gotten into bed.

Anakin loves the broad plain of Obi-wan’s chest, loves to rest his head on it after a long day, so he spends extra time there, dragging his fingernails across the pink skin, smoothing the sting down with the flat of his palm. He glides up to Obi-wan’s neck and into the base of his auburn hair, gently massaging the tense bundles of nerves that always seem to gather after a long and stressful day, and Obi-wan melts into him, humming sleepily.

Overwhelmed that Obi-wan is his, that this breathtaking man is resting in his arms, seeping into his chest and finding home in his heart, he can’t help but want to stay like this forever: clean, warm, safe, and together.

“You’re so beautiful,” Anakin breathes out, voice cracking, “and I love you so much.”

The petals gleam in agreement, hovering in reverence near him, their red hues like Anakin’s beating heart, holding Obi-wan in place. He understands their predicament; he, too, would bloom and fall and bloom and fall for this man, would reach out as far as he can from the wet and mossy ground to be regarded and gazed at, plucked and taken home. Even if it meant dying, wilting away, it would be worth it to be held near his face, to be carefully tucked into a vase to watch over him in the final days. Him and these flowers are one and the same, always gravitating towards the brightest point in the room, his sun, his reason for blooming.

Soft and slow breaths escape Obi-wan, and his chest evens out in a regular cadence. He must have fallen asleep. Good, Anakin thinks.

Anakin holds him close and watches the bubbles pop, one by one, as the time passes. Candlelight reflects off of the still surface of the water, the rise and fall of Obi-wan’s chest the only movement causing faint ripples. This is the closest he’s come to meditation lately, and it feels so wonderful.

He’s not sure what time it is, and can’t be bothered to care if anyone has comm’d him. Here in the four corners of their shared space is Anakin’s entire universe, and bliss simmers in his chest.

Anakin’s fingers are starting to prune and sweat drips off of chin. The water is starting to cool, though, and if Obi-wan hadn’t been stuck to his body, he probably would want to get out. He doesn’t want to wake him though, as sleep is rare and precious these days.

His stomach, however, has a different idea, and growls loudly, startling Obi-wan awake, who chuckles at the sound.

“Maybe we should go eat that food you brought back,” he teases.

Anakin can’t help the guilty smile that creeps its way onto his face. “How does eating and going back to sleep sound?”

“Sounds like the best plan you’ve ever improvised, my dear.”

Anakin makes a psh noise. “I don’t ever improvise.”

Obi-wan scoffs, a high pitched laugh from the back of his throat. “So this was all planned, then?”

Anakin sees the opportunity and takes it. “What, falling in love with you? No, but that has been my greatest achievement this far.”

Obi-wan raises his head from Anakin’s shoulder and meets him at eye level, twisting his body around to kiss Anakin deeply, biting his lower lip and sucking. Anakin snakes a hand to the back of his head and kisses back, trying to pour all his love, his entire heart, all of him, into Obi-wan’s mouth. He wants Obi-wan to pluck him, and know he loves me, he loves me, he loves me with the pull of each petal.

Obi-wan breaks their kiss and leans back, staring into his eyes. “Well, unlike you, I do actually plan, and my greatest achievement this far will be devouring the order of fries waiting for me in the kitchen.”

Anakin laughs, and flicks water at his face.

#obikin #boonki writes #obi-wan/Anakin #obi wan/anakin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #swcw #star wars #fluff #pure fluff #anakin is king of fancy baths #fanfic #writing #why do i always write at 3 am?? i am too tired to edit this

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Tongue Tied - Tim Drake x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello lovely author, may I please request a Tim x reader who start as nerd friends, then she finds out about him being Red Robin before he can tell her, and then Red Robin saves her one day and she lets slip that she knows it's Tim. With her smarts, she's able to help him with cases and missions, and the batfam is impressed by how smart she is. You can choose whether it's a romantic ending or not, that's up to you. I just feel like smart Tim needs to be seen more. Thanks😊”

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When I tell you I love me a smart reader I LOVE ME A SMART READER! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! Strap in dear anon you set me up for a long one and I really said “get in the car!” I hope you enjoy ; )

In the midst of a mental breakdown you let the flashbacks ensue, that’s the only correct way to lose your mind as everything you thought you knew crumbled around you right?

First you remembered “meeting” Tim Drake-Wayne for the first time. You always put meeting in quotes because you’d been in love with him for months and had sleuthed out his favorite coffee shop just to stumble into him. And because you’re you, nothing can really go as planned can it? Your plan to stumble into Tim was taken more literally when he caught you from tripping as you tried to enter the store, as you pulled yourself from his chest you felt your cheeks redden immediately.

“Oh my gosh I am such a klutz I’m so sorry” he looked flustered himself, nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeve. “Oh uh, no problem, are you okay?” he up from his jacket to meet your eyes, and though he’d never tell you his heart melted on the spot, his brother Dick defined it as “love at first sight” but that seemed too cheesy. “I’m fine! You going in here too? This is my favorite spot!” you shook off the nerves, making your way into the cafe. Tim followed you in, and to your surprise paid for your drink. Sitting at a little bar you pulled out some of your college textbooks before you realized Tim and slipped into the seat next to you.

“You in college?” his voice made you jump, your head jolting up. “Oh - no! I just think this kinda stuff is interesting. Math can predict everything ya know!” you slid your textbook between the two of you, feeling Tim’s shoulder lightly brush yours as he leaned in to read it. “Totally! Like even the golden ratio in nature!” Tim explained excitedly.

That day turned into texting every single day and hanging out whenever Tim could, and it slowly developed into a best friendship.

How did you not see the red flags like how Tim could rarely, almost never hangout at night? Or how he’d have strange bruises scattered across his body. Tim always looked dead tired but you knew he didn’t do any activities after school, to be honest the math just didn’t add up, so you took to investigating before making a conclusion - as any good scientist would. And because he’s a messy teenage boy investigation was easy.

While over at the manor Bruce had called Tim to W.E. for some sort of emergency press conference about his younger brother Damian biting a reporter, the interview was only supposed to be a half an hour. So, Tim left you with snacks and Youtube in his room while he threw on a suit and tie, which he looked like an absolute five course meal in - that wasn’t the point. You took the opportunity the riffle through his room, not exactly sure what you were looking for as you pawed through stacks of overdue assignments and dirty clothes.

With deep breaths you relived the moment that hadn’t stopped playing in your head, finding his Red Robin suit. Throwing open his closet you stifled a laugh at his pajama pants and ratty t-shirts but you choked on air when a deep red and black suit fell from the top of his closet onto your face. Thinking it was some sort of halloween costume you held it up and realized what you were touching. It made sense, the late nights, bruises, frantic cancellations, it all added up except that Tim was the sweetest person you knew, the most loving soul you knew was kicking ass while you struggled through trigonometry.

Unable to comprehend what was happening you put everything away and went home, shooting Tim some bullshit excuse about your family as your ran up to your room and began making a list - comparing Tim’s absences to Red Robin sightings, googling photos of Red Robin and drawing comparisons to the way he held himself like your best friend. There truly was no denying - Tim Drake was the Red Robin. Then it hit you like a truck - Bruce Wayne was Batman. And you assumed all of Tim’s adoptive family were vigilantes as well. You didn’t sleep that night, trying to make google searches that didn’t give anything away while trying to make a list of everything you discovered.

Tim was Red Robin. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. So you sat in your room at 4am, crying. Because Tim was probably out risking his life for years without you knowing. Everytime you yelled at him for cancelling plans was probably because he was out saving lives and he took all your anger, he let you berate him for scrapping his knees when it was probably the fucking Joker whooping his ass. Is it right to apologize? To tell him what you found out and try to move on with the friendship. Is this like a “now that you know I have to kill you” kinda thing? You weren’t exactly ready to die.

It seemed like Tim’s secret to keep, it was difficult at first to keep the facade that you didn’t know what he was doing at night, you just tried to always be understanding and appreciative of all the time he made for you. You fell back into the lull of best-friendship, Robin or not, Tim was the best person you knew.

“You’re in love with her Drake” Damian chided, almost annoyed with Tim’s ambivalence on the topic of his life long crush. “Am not, she’s my best friend. It’s not my fault you don’t understand friendships demon” Tim spat back, keeping his head down to hide his blush. “I’m with the demon, you practically worship the ground she walks on” Jason called, drinking straight from.a carton of milk as Dick cried out in disgust before adding his own opinion to the mess that was Tim’s love life. “Sorry kid it’s 3 to 1 which means you have to ask her out for real, remember last time?” Tim glared at the mention of his failed date proposal where you thought he was speaking in strictly hypotheticals. “You can’t out vote me on my own feelings” Tim groaned. “All in favor of allowing us to out vote Tim?” The three raised their hands again as Tim stomped up to his room, he planned on going on a peaceful patrol to plan his dream date for you.

A couple weeks into knowing Tim’s secret you learned that if you climbed to the roof of your apartment building you could see Batman and whomever he took out for patrol flipping around the city late at night. It had become a nightly routine and you’d grown to be able to identify the hero by their style of movement, your notebook filled with notes and sketches about each boy or girl. Then when you hungout with Tim you could match a vigilante’s mannerisms with one of his siblings, it was simple science really. Then you began taking down notes about whoever the Bats were fighting if it was public, discovering little facts and trying to slip Tim subconscious knowledge, it was the least you could do to help your favorite boy on earth.

But that wasn’t enough, you wanted in on the excitement of crime fighting, to have more knowledge than was on broadcast TV. So you took to the streets of Gotham armed with pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a notepad. You learned tidbits of information that you poured over, working it together until you’d solved a case, then you’d slip hypothetical ideas to Tim throughout the hours of hanging out. You felt like a real life hero, and you were getting better by the day.

“Jeez Tim it’s like you’ve been working double time! You’re solving cases before they’re even on B’s radar, what’s your secret kid genius?” Dick was stretching on the BatComputer while Tim feverishly typed in his newest solve. “Well I hangout with Y/N! She’s like a good luck charm dude I also get the best ideas when I’m with her! It’s pure magic bro I’m telling you” Tim explained as he frantically finished his report. “Lovers do have that effect! So when are you gonna tell her you’re in loveeeeee” Dick cooed as Tim shook his head. “Shut up Dickwing I’m working” was all he could give Dick without blushing or mixing up his words. He just had to plan something perfect.

But it never was perfect was it?

Kill Croc was out in the sewer, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help Tim out, you knew people who knew some of the people that helped out Croc and you were determined to find him first at any cost. That’s how you accidentally ended up in a dirty drug deal.

“Hey Timbers, you’re gonna wanna get to my location asap, I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is in trouble and it would be rude of me not to offer her saving to you” Jason heard a scramble from the other side of the comm as Tim confirmed he was on the way. He watched carefully as you searched for an escape from your capture, normally he would’ve busted the drug dealers for capturing teenagers by now but he was feeling magnanimous, deciding to give Tim the opportunity to save an unsuspecting but terrified Y/N.

There were definitely no clear exits, you cursed yourself for getting too close. You were not Red Robin, you played the long game you didn’t rush into the arms of armed drug dealers in the name of the law. Your heart was beating out of your chest as they pointed a gun at you, forcing you to walk towards a sketchy delivery truck with the other kids. “Ooh totally not gonna happen!” a familiar voice cheered as glass windows shattered, none other than your best friend stood with a grin. He looked hot as fu- not the time, not the time.

“Come any closer we’ll blow her brains out!” you felt a loaded pistol connect with the back of your head as you froze, begging to any god to live and promising not to be a field agent ever again. “That’ll be pretty hard without your gun dumbass” Tim called as four batarangs knocked the guns out of all the guy’s hands. Red Hood, who you knew was Jason Todd, burst through the back windows, guns raised. “I thought we had a deal you sorry bitches. Now let these kids go or I’ll show you what blowing brains out really looks like” the men froze, letting everyone escape.

“Too late for us, but we’re taking the pretty girl with us!” one of the men had picked up their gun, aiming it straight between your eyes and firing. You screeched when a flash of red jumped in front of you. Almost in slomo you watched the bullet connect with Tim’s body. Your scream was deafened by Red Hood’s guns as he knocked all the men completely out. Rushing to Tim’s side you pulling his head into your lap. “Tim! Oh my god Tim are you okay!” you cried as Red Robin pulled off his domino mask to reveal a very confused Tim Drake. “Kevlar, I’m fine, bullets pack a punch but it just knocked the wind out of me, how did you know who I was?” Tim sat up, showing you the bullet sized dent in his suit.

“We should go somewhere else and I can explain” you smiled sheepishly, letting Tim put his cowl back on as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you to the top of the nearest building.

“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR MONTHS” Tim looked shocked as you explained how you figured it out and how you’ve been helping him out for weeks. “Should I have told you? I’m really sorry I just didn’t know I felt like you’d tell me when you were ready” you flinched at Tim’s shout and he calmed down. “To be honest I don’t know, you’re one of few that know who I am, but I’m glad you know, makes this even better” Tim added the last part softly, placing his hand on your cheek to lift your lips to his. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, kissing him back. The build up of months detangled itself in a night, and kissing Tim was just as perfect as you’d imagined all those years ago.

“So you’ve really been solving all those cases and you didn’t even tell me! You’re totally amazing at it!” Tim added, almost as if he’d been thinking during the kiss. “Yeah it’s pretty fun, you’re still gonna let me help right? I’m not stopping now!” you poked Tim’s chest while he thought. “I mean I’m pretty sure Babs needs a partner, but no ground work, you saw how well that went tonight, but it’ll be good to have a partner who finally knows everything” Tim exhaled, letting everything off his chest.

“Partners!” you smiled, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss.

“This is totally epic” you stood stunned as the BatCave shined in all it’s glory. “I mean yeah it’s pretty cool, look this is my actual suit, I bet the one you saw was an older model!” Tim let you around the cave, showing off his favorite parts. You squeezed his hand trying to convey how excited you were. “I’m gonna be a better detective than you soon Timmy” you teased as Tim showed you the ropes of the BatComputer. “In your dreams babe” he rolled his eyes. “Babe huh? Didn’t realize you asked me out” you scrunched your nose at Tim while he blushed. “Oh uh, see I meant to, but yeah, I definitely should do that like-” you cut him off “yes Tim I’ll be your girlfriend you idiot” you laughed at how tongue tied the loveable boy was. You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t get flustered around him either - you practically tripped on your own feet the first time you met him, but look how far you’d came from there.

From friends to partners to lovers and probably everything in between, you were finally Tim’s in every way, working side by side was the best thing to ever happen to both of you. That’s not quite right. Tim Drake himself was just simply the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. And that’s truly love at it’s finest.

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Sketches

Vito Corleone x reader

Word Count: 900

Warnings: nothing I don’t think!

Author’s Note: I hope you like this love! Sorry it’s kind of short but I hope you enjoy it regardless

Requested: by anon, *runs up to you almost falling on the ground: hI DEAr CAN I PLease request a Vito Corleone fic where he finds the reader’s sketchbook and opens it to see sketch’s and drawings of him? If not that’s ok dear!! Have a good day!

Summary: the request

Genre: fluffy

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

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Vito had just come home from a long day. He came to your home instead of his because you had promised to make a good dinner for him because you knew how hard his days had been. You were friends, but truly you both knew where your relationship lies. He wasn’t new to New York but you had lived there your entire life. You were showing him the ropes per say while also tiptoeing around your apparent feelings. You weren’t sure if it was mutual and he wasn’t sure if it was mutual although you went about your days as it was.

No other date person he was seeing and no other person you were seeing.

The door opened and Vito looked around a bit but figured you were in the kitchen. He heard the clanks of pans and dishes in the other room. He knew at least you were there. You sometimes liked to go out and hang around the streets outside but he wouldn’t be surprised if he found you not at home and instead outside, talking away to the world.

You were friendly and personable but also shy with those you didn’t know. It was what he liked about you. He felt special when you talked to him although he would never admit it.

“Vito?” you called. He nodded even though you were in the other room and couldn’t see him.

“Yes?” he said, voice quieter and scratchy. You walked into the living room where he was and smiled.

“Dinners are almost ready, take a seat anywhere,” you told him before disappearing again. He nodded and put his jacket down on the back of your chair. He loved your little apartment. It was quaint, paid for by a job you enjoyed that didn’t fork over much cash.

Vito sat down on the couch, smoothing his hair back as he looked at your coffee table. You had a few books there, some that he had seen frequently but laid on top haphazardly like you had forgotten to put away. He picked it up curiously and opened it.

Pencil lead got onto his fingers immediately as his hands went over the sketches that you had shaded in on the first page. He fingered through a bit and noticed very quickly that they were all of him.

They were remarkable. He had never seen you drawing before but you clearly had been doing it whenever he wasn’t looking. When he thought you were doing crosswords at the breakfast table you were really sketching his nose over the newspaper. When he napped with his head on your lap you were drawing him a bit, the best thing he had ever seen.

You walked into the room, wearing your apron that he liked so much. You saw the sketchbook in his hand nearly immediately and your face fell, nervous at his reaction.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” you said quietly. He shook his head and stood up, amazed.

“These are amazing,” he said a rare genuine smile on his face. You felt yourself relax a bit, worried still. You walked closer to him.

“I’m embarrassed,” you said lightly, taking them from him. Your hand brushed his a bit and you both made note of it despite acting like you hadn’t.

“Don’t be,” he whispered. You closed the book and looked up at him, wondering what you were going to do with this situation. “You have real talent,” he told you.

“Thank you,” you said sheepishly. “I just do it a bit, when I can. You’re a very easy person to sketch.” You gestured to the kitchen door. “Food is ready if you would like to join me,” you said, looking for an out.

“Only if you continue these. I’d hate it if you stopped on account of me,” he told you. You brushed a piece of hair behind your ear smiling.

“I don’t want to make any promises Corleone,” you said. He smiled and gestured for the kitchen door.

“Dinner awaits,” he said and you nodded.

“Yes it does.”

He put the hand on the small of your back and walked you to your own kitchen, both of you hoping the other wouldn’t see you smile.

#vito corleone x reader #vito corleone imagines

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honeyandhondewberries · 4 years

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Fake dating au w Leon plsss

alrighty confession time even though i write fanfics almost for a living now i’ve never actually read a fake dating au hurk so hopefully this fits the bill of what you want?? mayhaps a fresh set of eyes into the dating au world will be refreshing to you, dear anon. OR maybe it’s just like all the rest?? you decide 😎

Should We Kiss? (LeonxReader)

“Should we hold hands?” you whisper to Leon.

He nods quickly, brushes his fingers against yours, between yours, hesitates for a second, then laces them together. Your fingers are barely hooked together, loose enough so your palms bump as you walk. You try to discreetly clear your throat, as if to expel these strange feelings inside you, as you walk hand-in-hand with your best mate through downtown Wyndon.

This isn’t a normal occurance for you, not in the slightest, you holding hands with Leon. You had never in your life thought about it until he came to you a few days ago with the strangest request. He had barged into your apartment as he usually does (despite your insistence that he knocks like a normal person), but his frazzled expression left no room for scolding.

“I need your help,” Leon had spluttered as he raced to you on your couch. He didn’t even close the door, but he was talking too quickly for you to even get a word in about it. “You know that magazine in Sinnoh, the one that’s raunchy but is super popular with that editor in chief who’s also that photographer and also that column writer and also that designer?”

“Uh,” you had grunted. “Maybe?”

“You know the one who does all of those risque photoshoots with Pokemon and gym leaders in Sinnoh but recently they’ve been expanding to other regions to try and get suggestive photos of all the leaders and people in the league and stuff?”

“I… I guess?”

“Well she keeps contacting my agent and won’t take no for an answer but I don’t want to do any suggestive photos for her rubbish magazine because I’ve got a good reputation of being family friendly and I don’t want Hop or my mum to see me in pictures like that but she somehow got my number and keeps calling and leaving weird voicemails and I think she actually wants me beyond like just for photoshoots and stuff but I don’t want to talk to her and I don’t know how to get her to stop.”

You blinked a few times. You opened your mouth, closed it, opened it again, and when it seemed Leon had finished his explanation, you motioned for him to sit on the couch. He sat beside you, but his wide eyes were still searching yours, as if by staring hard enough, the strange and uncomfortable Sinnoh editor-in-chief designer lady would stop propositioning him.

“What can I do?” you asked, since that’s all you could think of to ask at the time.

And that is what led you to where you are now: holding hands with Leon in downtown Wyndon. You’re not sure why something is pulling in your stomach as he bumps shoulders with you - you’ve bumped shoulders before. You’ve walked closely before. You’ve never held hands before, though, and it seems your body doesn’t know how to respond.

He had mentioned that Sinnoh designer would leave him alone if he were dating someone, you asked who he’d even want to date, he said he didn’t know, so you, being the good friend you are, had offered your services. Leon had perked right back up - no one would suspect a thing! You’re together all the time anyway, and if Leon were romantically involved with someone, perhaps that lady would back off.

It was working, so far, and it only took one post on his social media with him kissing your cheek for her risque voicemails to stop.

It also meant, however, that a blast of texts, calls, and comments from his family, friends, and Rose himself started pouring in.

You and Leon had explained yourselves well enough to everyone, and it mostly took a few sentences of clarification. It seemed everyone was already aware of the Sinnoh designer, and after getting your insurance that it was all just pretend and you’d ‘break up’ soon anyway, everyone went happily on their way. There were a few bumps in the road (particularly when you both told Sonia and Raihan), since they both glanced at each other, raised an eyebrow, then for some reason Leon couldn’t stop stuttering.

“Maybe we could get lunch,” Leon offers, and you nod vigorously. “At a public place, so everyone sees.”

“Good idea,” you say, and you begin scanning the shopfronts. Leon is already pulling you along somewhere, and before you know it, you’re stepping into your favorite restaurant. How did he know that? Perhaps just because you’re best mates.

You pick a booth that’s public enough, yet private enough, and Leon doesn’t bother looking at the menu. He mentions you should share your meal since that’s a thing that couples do, and you agree. He mentions he should feed you a bite, and after a bit of blushing on your end, you let him. It makes you squirm, how he stares into your eyes, how he rests his cheek on his fist when he holds the fork out to you. He’s definitely a good actor - anyone passing by would probably say he’s even in love with you.

That’d be silly though, since this is all just a favor, just pretend.

He tries to pay, you insist you pay, and you bicker while the waitress awkwardly waits for you both to decide. Leon insists that since it was his idea for a date, he gets to pay. You pout for a moment and let him, just like a partner would. While he chats with the waitress, you wonder why your heart flutters at the word ‘date,’ and why you can’t get that image of Leon’s eyes out of your brain.

After being out in public enough, you and Leon head back to your apartment. He’s holding your hand again, though instead of loosely tangled fingers, your hand is secure in his, and he even rubs his thumb over yours.

You wonder why you like that motion so much.

When you make it to your apartment you flop onto your couch. Leon is chatting with you again, just as you normally would as friends since you’re not in public, but you can’t get an itch out of your mind. If that designer comes back, she might want more ‘proof’... You bite your lip anxiously.

“What’s up?” Leon asks. Why are you now so much more aware of the color of his eyes? “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “It’s… it’s nothing, it’s stupid.”

“C’mon,” he teases. “We’re dating now, you can tell your boyfriend anything. Well, I mean you could tell me anything before too, but even more so now.”

You wring your hands together. It’s a stupid request, much too embarrassing, too. Leon pokes and he prods, until you swat his hand away.

“Okay,” you huff. “I was just…. Thinking…. We should practice… you know…”

Leon raises an eyebrow.

“...kissing.”

Leon raises both eyebrows.

“J-just so it looks natural if we have to in public!” you splutter. “I don’t think people would buy it if you were the type of guy to only kiss in private, s-so I was just… thinking…”

Leon is still staring.

“We don’t have to!” you blurt again. His silent shock is making your heart thump - augh, you knew you shouldn’t have said anything. Nonetheless, you try to save yourself from the hole you’re digging. “I just thought if that designer lady comes back she wouldn’t believe we were dating until we kissed in public at some point! But we can’t make it look like an awkward first kiss!”

Leon is frozen in place, staring at you, and you bite your lip when he finally breathes a response.

“Yeah,” he whispers. He seems a little dazed, for some reason. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Okay,” you say. “Okay, yeah… so… um.”

“Right, right,” Leon says as he shakes his head into focus. He adjusts how he’s sitting on the couch, you stand, then straddle his hips. You settle yourself into his lap, and Leon’s eyebrows raise again. You quickly jerk back.

“I-I, sorry!” you stutter. “You just, you moved so I… I um…”

“No, no this is fine!” Leon blurts in return. When you motion to slide off his lap he quickly grabs your hips to pull you back. “This is fine, it’s more realistic.”

“Yeah,” you say. His hands are resting on your hips, though it seems he’s not sure where to put them. He trails to your thighs, just for his fingers to twitch, and he curves around your hips again. “Yeah that’s true.”

“So, um,” Leon whispers. His brow is furrowed as he scans your face, and he’s still trying to figure out where to put his hands.

“Right,” you say. “Let’s… yeah, okay.”

Your conversation isn’t much of a conversation anymore, but rather awkward and embarrassed half-statements as you both adjust to you being on his lap. He’s finally settled his hands, and you lean in and inch. He leans in an inch, you lean in an inch, until you’re both a nose bump away. The tension in the air forces an awkward smile out of you, and the sight of your smile draws out a breathy laugh from Leon too.

“Okay,” you whisper. “So…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leon breathes. “I’ll just…”

“Right,” you whisper, again unimpressed by this lack-of-conversation.

Leon’s eyes flick to yours, then down to your lips, and he leans in another inch. He gently presses his lips against yours, soft and sweet, and pulls back. It was a simple kiss, something small, closed-mouth and devoid of any heat, and yet it makes you giggle again. You can’t hide your awkward laugh, so you thunk your head onto Leon’s shoulder.

“What?” Leon asks, but now he’s laughing too because of how you can’t hide your embarrassment. “Was it bad?”

“No!” you say into his shirt. “It was weird! Kissing you is weird!”

“Weird how?” Leon retorts. “I’m a good kisser!”

“I don’t know,” you laugh again, and your groan is muffled by his shirt. “It was just weird.”

“Do you not want to practice again then?”

“Well no,” you mumble. “We still should because I can’t giggle like mad if we have to kiss in public.”

“Get it together,” Leon says, though his laugh is rumbling through you. He pulls your head off his shoulder and squishes your cheeks. “We can do this.”

“Yemphswecan,” you say with a serious nod, and Leon snorts. He pushes you off his lap and you slump to the couch like you were a bundle of laundry, and Leon crawls over to you. He’s laughing just as much as you are, and now his hair is draping over you as he threatens to squish your cheeks again. “Okay okay, I’m done, come kiss me.”

You’re not sure why your request shifts something in the air, but Leon’s giddy grin shifts into something softer, thoughtful almost, but definitely still bashful. Your eyes zigzag over his face, at how the corners of his mouth twitch, as if he’s still deciding on what this position means to him.

He cups your face this time, leans in again, and still pauses. There’s less giggling, none at all, actually, as your eyes stay trained on his lips.

You’re not sure why he so gently brushes his thumb over your cheek, or why it blooms something deep in your stomach.

He kisses you again, a little longer this time, enough for you both to figure out how to move your lips in tandem. Soft sounds waft when he kisses you again, then again after that, as he adjusts himself on top of you. He’s pressing his chest against yours, and his weight is strangely soothing, though you can’t focus on it much when Leon opens his mouth just a sliver, just enough of an invitation for you to do the same.

Your single, chaste, closed-mouth kiss is shifting, growing longer and warmer as each second passes. Leon is curling closer, shifting his other hand to your waist, curving it under your back. You adjust slowly, arch your back to give his hand room between you and the couch cushion beneath you, and Leon almost melts against you.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been practicing, but it’s gotten to the point where it’s hard to breathe. Leon is strangely in-sync with you, and you break off at the same time.

“A little longer?” he breathes, and you nod.

His next kiss is harder, tinged with heat, and you try to match it. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, and a squeak of shock slips out of your throat. Your cheeks are heating up, as is the rest of your body, when Leon starts kissing you harder, faster, and a little more desperately. You practice and you practice and you practice, long enough to where you’re both breathing hard, long enough to know exactly how to kiss Leon in a way that makes a moan slip.

He moves to your cheek, to your jaw, to your throat, kissing and sucking in a way that makes your heart pound. It isn’t until you let out a sigh, furrow your brow, and whisper his name, that he pauses.

“Leon,” you breathe.

He freezes, and after a second, he lifts his head to meet your gaze. His cheeks are flushed, his pupils dilated, then his expression melts into something bashful. He quickly crawls off of you and you both sit up, trying to discreetly catch your breath, but neither of you do a good job of hiding how dazed you are.

“Sorry,” Leon says as he breathes out a laugh. “I… uh… might’ve gotten carried away there at the end.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s okay. But did we… did we just…” you whisper. “...snog?”

“I think so,” Leon replies.

“We probably could again,” you whisper. “Just to be sure we’re good at it.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Leon whispers in return. “Just in case that Sinnoh lady gets suspicious.”

“Definitely.”

The Sinnoh designer never called back, but you and Leon figured you could ‘pretend’ date just a bit longer, just in case. You pretended to kiss each other in public, and you definitely pretended to kiss each other in private. You picked a few different spots to practice - your couch, his couch, on the floor, on your kitchen table, in his bed - you both certainly got much better at it, too. No one would ever suspect a thing.

#idk if this is fake dating lol #just a lot of smoochin #i do dearly hope you all dont mind #pokemon imagines #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield imagines #pokemon swsh imagines #leon #champion leon #leonxreader #leonxyou #fake!dating #fake!dating au #drabbles #drabble

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your-local-bnha-writer · 4 years

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Hi! Can you do, please, what would Bakugou do if his actitude makes his crush cry? (Saying that his crush doesn't even is aware of Bakugou's feelings)

Bakugo makes his crush cry accidentally

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Warning(s): Swearing

Genre: Fluff/Comfort at the end

Word count: 1175

A/N: Hellooooo anon! And I apologize for taking so long I’ve been busy with school and other requests 😓 I hope you enjoy this anyways!!

Gif by @d00msd44y

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You turn around to see your explosive classmate causing another ruckus in the classroom. The corner of your lips quirk up the tiniest bit, turning into a small amused smile. You turn around instantaneously to avoid getting yelled at by both your crush and your teacher who had just walked in.

Yes, yes, you had a small crush on the charming, Bakugo. It was kind of ironic really, you were known to blend in the background and stay out of everyone’s business. It seemed isolated and distant to others, but it was simply your way of saying you’d rather be alone.

You had been hiding this secret for so long, only telling a couple of your friends that you trusted with your life. It had been a shock to them, mostly because you were a quiet person that kept to themselves.

Bakugo on the other hand, was a very attention-drawing boy. Always yelling at those “damn extras”, always calling people names or telling them to “get out of his way”. Ah yes, a suitable partner.

Bakugo’s booming voice interrupted your inner monologue thoughts.

“Shut the fuck up dunce face!” He shouts. You bite your lip from laughing.

“Y/n, babes, you should just tell him about that lil crush of yours, I swear he likes you back,” Mina says rolling her eyes. You weakly throw a pillow at her.

“Stop saying that,” you grumble and roll over on her bed.

“She’s right you know,” Kaminari says before going on his phone.

“Not you too, you guys stop it,” you say. Although you sound harsher than you intended to be.

“Oh come on, why don’t you believe us?” Kaminari whines. Rolling your eyes you answer him.

“Because, Bakugo is 1. Focused on being the number 1 hero and 2. Wouldn’t go for a background character,” gesturing to yourself.

Mina scoffs, “Bakugo doesn’t care if you’re not popular, you’re strong and determined he would love to be your boyfriend,” she states.

“Plus, who knows, maybe little Bakuboy would make time for you,” she continued with a devilry glint in her eyes.

You raise a brow but shrug it off.

The next day of school had started off unusual. The BakuSquad had been acting quite eccentric from the start but even more so. Everyone except Bakugo.

Mina and Kirishima, kept giving you impishness looks as if they were to say “we’re hiding something and you don’t get to know,” without actually speaking those words.

Sero and Kaminari would nudge you every time you past by Bakugo. Giving you the same looks as Kirishima and Mina. You attempted to inquire them about it but as soon as you tried to ask they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Sooner or later, you started to get a bit irked about the whole thing. So you cornered the whole BakuSquad and interrogated all of them.

“Alright, why the fuck have all of you been giving be weird looks or elbowing be whenever Bakugo is in the vicinity of the area?” You demand crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“Vicini-wha...?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“She means whenever Bakugo’s around,” Kirishima whispers at him. Kaminari looks as though he figured out what the meaning of life is.

“Anyways, what the hell?” You order. They look diffident and avoid eye contact with you.

“You guys!” You screech miffed at how they weren’t answering.

“What did you do?” Your voice sounding whiny.

“Well, we kinda...sorta maybe—” Kirishima was then interrupted by the class dorm getting kicked open.

“You,” a voice seethed. You turn to see Bakugo holding what looks like a box of chocolates and a letter with a heart stamped on the front.

“Huh?” You raise a brow in confusion. Bakugo throws you the letter along with the chocolates.

Dear Bakugo,

I’ve been meaning to tell you this for the longest time I just didn’t have the courage. I decided to make this letter short and sweet, nothing too over the top. I hope you enjoy the chocolates. I also hope you enjoy our date tomorrow at 6:30pm. If you didn’t get it by now, I’m in love with you.

Love, Y/n L/n

You were mortified. You were angry. You were humiliated. You just wanted to curl up into a ball and hide forever.

“What the fuck is that? You think you can just ask me on a date and give me those shitty chocolates you damn extra?!” Bakugo roared.

Ouch, now that hurts. Sure, you didn’t write the letter and maybe you thought that Bakugo was going to reject you anyways even if you asked him out for real. But there was still a tiny bit of hope in there, you hoped that he would like you back.

Your expression quickly turns into a disappointed one and you look at him.

“Look, I didn’t write that letter, or give you those chocolates, none of this was me,” you pause and take breath preparing yourself to his reaction.

“But, I do like you, and I do want to go on a date, but judging from your reaction right now, I guess that won’t be happening anytime soon,” you say your voice slightly cracking at the end.

You run your hands to through your hair and sprint to the elevator ignoring the calls from your friends.

“You idiot! What the fuck?” You hear Mina’s voice.

After bawling your eyes out and going through 2 damn tissue boxes, you decide that’s enough crying and sneak out of your dorm. It was fairly quiet so you assumed it was a safe time to wash up and get ready for bed.

You almost made it to the bathroom when you hear his voice.

“Hey L/n, get your ass over here,” Bakugo glowered. You feel your stomach drop and that nervous feeling comes back to you. You don’t say anything only giving him your attention and a raised eyebrow as indication for him to talk.

“Listen about earlier,” he muttered, “I...like you too,” he murmured so quietly you had to listen and really pay attention to what he said.

After processing his words, you feel your heart swell and your lips quirk into a smile.

“Really? This isn’t you putting me is it?” You ask hesitantly.

“What? ‘Course not dumbass, I don’t pity people,” he barks out, although the blush on his cheeks balances his rough exterior out.

“Oh, so does that make you my boyfriend?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy. Bakugo rolls his eyes.

“C’mere idiot,” he says opening his arms to you. You smile and leap into the hug.

Bonus:

“These chocolates aren’t actually that bad,” you hum in delight as you popped another one in your mouth.

“Mina and Sero picked good ones,” you chuckled. Bakugo grunted and dug his head deeper in the crook of your neck.

You get the hint and place one in his mouth. He gave a noise of approval and made a mental note to pay Sero and Mina back.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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I wrote this for:

The only reason I am making this is because I saw all these dark fic writers who have always been on the receiving end of hatred suddenly get up and decide to do the same for someone else. For just one second let us all forget everything a particular author(s) wrote and imagine a mob of people making call out posts and mass unfollowing and blocking happening. That is what you all did. Coming after anyone like this is not right, no matter who they are.

As for the content of writing being referred to, I will speak as someone who has been groomed and raped, someone who is trying to heal. This is wholly my personal opinion but this needs to be said. For everyone saying that non-con is okay and grooming is where you draw the line, let me tell you its not. Being raped was awful. It destroyed me. It is inhumane. For people to say you can tolerate non-con, but not grooming makes it seem like you're trivialising rape, as if it's somehow okay when it isn't.

You don't read or write grooming not because it's somehow the worst possible thing but because it makes you uncomfortable. It makes you uncomfortable knowing there are people in the world who are preying on kids and doing this. But then again, to separate these bastards from those who go around violating women is stupid. Yes, it is horrible when the victim is a child, a minor. You question humanity, you question your faith when that happens because just how inhumane did you have to be to do that? But people, if rape doesn't make your skin crawl just this much, then there is something wrong with you.

I was 7 when a family friend began grooming me. I was 10 when my mother found out and moved us to a different state. I was 12 when my neighbour I'd never spoken to raped me. 19 when I was raped again, 23 when I finally understood what happened to me. It happened again, and again. The trauma that I have is not used here as an excuse but as evidence to what I am about to say:

Grooming cannot be called out if you are okay with non-con and rape. It cannot be called out if you support forced pregnancies and marriages. It cannot be called out it you're okay with violence where a woman is stripped and beated and starved in a cage if she wasn't a good "pet". If you do this, to me you're a hypocrite.

You cannot make someone a villain for writing about something you find wrong and uncomfortable. That's exactly what happened to dark fics and I was disgusted at seeing so many dark writers do that yesterday. Yes, grooming is wrong and nothing will ever justify it. But I wholeheartedly believe that none of the people who deliberately or accidentally wrote it ever support it, just like in the case of non-con rape fics. If you say that those authors or people who stood up for them support grooming then you're at fault. That just means you believe that other dark authors support rape. You cannot just choose one.

And to anyone saying Grooming is wrong in any kind of fiction, that it is unacceptable to write about it anyway, my dear fellow Tumblr users, it's fiction for a reason. There have been whole published fictional books where grooming has been depicted and questioned. There have been movies and series and fanfics and articles, but none of them support it. You cannot be okay with a 19 year old and 40 year old and throw a tantrum about other stuff. You cannot be okay with a man drugging or molesting a sleeping woman and take out a witch hunt as you did yesterday.

As a survivor of both, I can tell you that the place where you draw the line is wrong. There is no assult "more bad". I understand concerns where people don't want to read anything involving someone underage, be it smut or something else, which is absolutely okay, but to actually take out pitchforks and bully someone online for things that can easily be fixed with some polite talk is shitty.

This is addressed only to those people who are dark writers and support dark writers. You all are, to me, hypocritics. People received hate, death threats and "gkys" because you all rallied this way. You know how that feels like and yet celebrated in the public shaming of someone.

I know a lot of people will disagree with me, which is okay. Have a right to your own opinion, but for god's sake stop calling out people and then dragging them and their friends through the mud. All those posts about being kind and forgiving and second chances you all reblog, it's time to apply those to yourself. Because what you did yesterday was bullying. It was harrassment.

thank you for telling me what you've been through and what you think about what happened in the last couple of days.

anon is just telling their opinion about a subject we all have talked about lately, and they're saying this without calling anyone any bad names, so please do not send in anything to harass the anon nor anything about this subject. this is that last thing i'll be answering/sharing about it.

#and no i will not add anything to it #i just want to say that if i offended you in any way anon i'm sorry #tw rape #tw grooming #tw death threats #tw bullying #tw noncon #answered asks

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Two Lines

Summary: Estranged from your boyfriend Jimin, having pushed him away to the point he stopped showing up a week before, you have made the decision to leave. You believe it was for the best, but your secret is uncovered right when you had your suitcases at the door.

Warnings: ANGSTY beginning with a fluffy SMUT resolution. This fic will contain unplanned pregnancy, so keep that in mind. Beware of: erotic body touching, fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (although reader is already pregnant, so…)

Requested: YES! An anon requested this scenario a bit ago, I’m so sorry it took so long but I hope you’ll like it! Let me know if it was what you had in mind sweetie.

Word Count: 4378 (angst seems to make me write more? Or maybe it’s just lately, who knows?)

You had to give it to him, he tried. He truly tried. From day one, he knew something was wrong. The moment you started to pull away, to distance yourself from him, Jimin had tried to break through your freshly raised walls.

“Dear, just tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something? What can I do to make you feel better? Talk to me, Y/N, I’m right here” he told you, reaching for your hand at the opposite side of the table, but you retrieved it.

“Nothing’s wrong. Stop imagining things” you lied, avoiding looking in his direction at all.

And still, he kept trying. For two full weeks, Jimin kept trying to please you, bringing home gifts and your favorite foods and snacks, begging you to go out with him to the movies, to see the ones he knew you would like even if they weren’t for his taste. Every single time, you refused.

The last draw was just a few days ago. Jimin’s constant worry and persistent questions had your anxiety reaching an all-time high. You didn’t even mean it, not the way he took it. But you said it, rather yelled it at him, out of frustrations and pinned down fear.

“C’mon, Y/N, I know something is bothering you. Speak to me, I’m your boyfriend” he pleaded with you one morning, reaching over to your side of the bed and cuddling against your back as you were turned the other way.

“Just stop talking about it! You’re always too damn clingy, Jimin!” you yelled at him and got out of the bed in a jump, leaving to lock yourself in the bathroom.

When you came back out, the house was empty. It was the last time you saw him, five days ago.

The decision has been made. You had cried alone, feeling guilty and scared, in an empty bed for the last time today. It was for the best, no matter what, this would have never ended well. From past conversations, his actions, your own suspicions, you knew it was for the best. The best for both you and him.

Dating Jimin had been… a present from the universe, you decided. In a world that seemed to be against you at every twist and turn, never really having lead an easy life, meeting and falling for Jimin was the best thing that had ever happened to you. But, like everything else good you ever came across, it wouldn’t last long and you knew it.

This was where it would all end, this magical dream you had been clinging to for the past year. It never made sense anyway, for you two to meet and be together. He was a celebrity, an idol, a talented artist with the brightest future ahead and a world of possibilities. Handsome in the gentlest of ways, with an angelic voice and the kindest heart, you never once stopped being in awe at the fact that he ever loved you. A dull woman, with a past filled of heartbreak and insecurities, a plump woman at that, with a heavy body that contradicted his muscular one. A simple worker with no higher prospects in her career. What he ever saw in you, you would never know.

Part of you knew that you should tell him. That he deserved to know and have a say in it, instead of just pulling away from him and leaving as you were planning to do. But you were not brave enough to face his reaction. You were not stupid enough not to know this would ruin his life, destroy his dreams and career. So, with that in mind, you decided to keep it to yourself.

The house you both had been staying at was rented out by him. You would send him a message telling him where you left your keys once you were at the airport, and that would be the last time you two would contact each other. Ignoring the painful squeeze inside your chest, you grabbed your two suitcases and dragged them to the entrance, thinking one last time if you were forgetting something important.

It was then you remembered it. Gasping at your stupidity for almost overlooking something so important, you ran back to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. The card boxes were long thrown out without Jimin ever seeing them, but for some reason you were not able to throw away the three tests.

Shaking hands feeling around at the top shelf, hidden away behind rarely used products, you felt them and pulled them out. A lump came back as you saw the three pregnancy tests. You turned them in your hand so they all would show you the two pink lines displayed.

After a deep breath, your heart still panicking after seeing them again, you turned around and moved back to exit the house for the last time. Or so you thought.

Coming around the corner, you freeze as soon as the entrance comes back into your line of sight. With the door still half-opened behind him, there was Jimin coming in. Looking in disbelief at your two full suitcases next to the door. He raises his gaze as he hears your footsteps and his tiny eyes are as large as you have ever seen them, glassy with hurt and incredulity.

The hand that was holding the pregnancy tests hides them behind your back, but it seems futile in your mind. It was too late already. You sniff as you try your best not to cry, ignoring the feeling of your throat closing on itself, making it hard to swallow or even breathe, as well as the burning prickling behind your eyeballs.

“W-Why are your bags at the door?” Jimin asks in a high pitched trembling voice, door closing behind him.

You press your lips together, brain speeding around to try and think of what to say, how to fix this. How to keep him in the dark about it all.

“Just… going to visit my friend” you stutter out, eyes set on the ground beneath his feet.

“Stop lying!” Jimin was so angry he actually raised his voice. No matter how angry he would get with you, he always made an effort not to yell at you. But now he was making a bee-line towards you with hands in fists and watery eyes that you refused to meet. “You’ve been lying to me, haven’t you? Did you try to hurt me on purpose? Are y-you fed up with me?”

His voice cracks at that last question, stopping two feet away from you and you finally look up. You wish you didn’t, the pain behind his crying brown eyes hitting you like a wall of bricks and it makes you want to throw up.

“Never, Jimin” you whisper in a shaky breath.

“Then what has been going on?! Why are you…” He finally seems to notice you are hiding something still behind your back. “What are you hiding, Y/N?”

Closing your eyes, the first tear falls down your burning cheek and you feel like your whole body is shaking, every cell that composes you trembling heavily as your hand slowly reveals to him the secret you’ve been holding for over two weeks.

The room goes completely silent for a few moments. It’s like time stops and you don’t even dare breathing as you await for something, anything, any response. Your hesitant teary eyes slowly glance up towards Jimin’s face, searching for his reaction. You see him stoic as a statue, his full red lips parted, thin shiny eyes set on the tests in your hand and eyebrows slightly pulled together. His ears, cheeks and nose were red from the unsuccessful effort of his to not cry.

When he talks again, it’s much calmer than you expected, in a lower register than when he was angry at you and yelling.

“What does it mean?” he questions, not moving his eyes from your hand. “Two lines, what does it mean?”

He already knew, he had to. What else could make you leave if not what he was already thinking? But he always doubted himself, especially when it came to important things like this. Even if the answer was obvious, if it was easy to connect the dots, Jimin doubted himself and needed to hear you saying it. He needed the confirmation.

You take a breath that seems to hurt your lungs as it fills them, before answering him.

“I’m pregnant, Jimin” you finally confess.

It’s like the enormity of it catches up to you only then, the overwhelming anxiety you’ve been living with, your deep buried dread, they all rush to the surface and you drop the tests in order to hide your crunching face behind your chubby hands, crying profusely.

“I’m p-pregnant, J-Jimin! I-I’m s-so sorry…! I k-know you d-don’t!... You d-don’t want ch-children right now, I k-know, I’m s-”

Two strong hands wrap around your wrists tightly, pulling them down from your face as he pugnaciously crashes his full sensual lips against yours. You try to pull away, but one of his hands moves to the back of your neck to keep you in place while the other grips your wrist so forcefully that it hurts. Your free hand hits him in the chest, the arm, the shoulder, anywhere it reaches, but Jimin remains unfazed and you see in between your half open eyes the deep furrow of his eyebrows as he keeps covering your lips fierce fully.

Your hand pulls at the fabric of his sweater, trying to pull him away from you, only for the feathered touch of his tongue at the corner of your stubbornly closed lips leading you to give up. Your body stops pulling away and the hand that was pushing him is now grasping at his back, dragging him closer and you part your lips for him.

Feeling you finally giving in has Jimin release a shuddering breath of relief before he deepens the kiss, pulling your lush body to him until your chest is flushed against his, your legs intertwined with his and arms around his middle. The hand he kept on your wrist moves to your back as he keeps his other one at the side of your head, cradling it as he keeps kissing you, silencing the words he fears hearing once he stops.

Heads rotating against one another as the kiss continues, you taste his tears and sorrows as the air around you thickens. The thought that this might be the last kiss you’ll have with him makes you cling to him desperately, memorize every single detail, from his sea foam scent to the warmth of his hands, to the way he holds you incredibly close, the way he brushes his lips into your mouth that has your skin prickling and the swirl of his tongue around yours that agglomerates heat at the pit of your stomach. If you could stop time, you would stay in this moment forever.

But, as you have learned, nothing lasts forever. Especially the good things in life. It is you that puts a stop to it first.

“Ji… Jimin” you call as you slowly pull away from his chasing lips.

He hides his face in the curve of your neck, and you feel the moisture of the fallen tears in his cheeks against your skin.

“You can’t leave. I won’t let you” his raspy soft voice declares. His arms are firmly wrapped around your middle, hands clawing at the flesh of your back keeping you close. “I don’t care if I annoy you by being this clingy, I’m not letting you go.”

The hurt in his voice as he said it made you realize that was probably what pained him the most and what kept him away the past few days.

“You’re not clingy, Jimin. And you could never annoy me, I’m sorry I said that” you apologize, resting your head against the side of his. “But I still need to go. I can’t stay and ruin your life like this Jimin, I refuse.”

He lifts his head at that, dark red eyes looking with confusion at you.

“But you are not ruining my life, Y/N” he assures.

“We talked about this before, haven’t we? This relationship… we would just see where it goes, no compromises. And you stated before, that you don’t want children. Not right now, at least. So, I’ll just-”

“Silly girl” he interrupted, arms letting go of your middle so he can kiss your forehead and wrap them around your head, pulling you to rest it on his chest as he cradles you.

“Jimin…” you say in a warning tone. Delaying the inevitable would only hurt you even more in the long run. You just wanted to get over this part, the hardest part.

“You are not ruining my life, Y/N. You’re giving me a new one, in fact” he points out, arms holding you tighter as you hear a soft chuckle. “I can’t believe it. I’m gonna have a child…”

You pull away from his embrace with confusion written all over your face. Even with his flushed face from the crying, he breaks into an easy grin and places both of his hand on your puffy cheeks, leaning down as he stares into your eyes.

“All those things I said and thought at the beginning… They all changed when I said I love you, Y/N. Ever since I’ve realized how strong my feelings for you have gotten, I can’t see my future without you in it. I’m committed to you, to us, and even if I didn’t plan to have children this soon, if I were to have a baby, it would be with you. I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m not leaving you over this, so don’t leave me either. Please.”

The sincerity in his gaze and the warmth of his words make your eyes swell up with tears all over again, the repressed images your brain had conjectured before of you holding a tiny baby in your arms, with Jimin smiling brightly next to you, creeping back up even if everything seems too good to be true.

“Are… Are you sure, Jimin?” you can’t help but ask.

“Absolutely” he answers in a heartbeat.

Smiling smooth lips come back to cover yours and this time you offer no resistance. Your mind feels like its floating from the sheer relief of it all, your heart jumps with joy in your chest at the thought of starting a family with the most wonderful man the world could have offered you. Your hands move over his muscular back to grasp at his shoulders and pull him closer to you, yearning for the feeling of him close like you thought you would never have him again.

Slow deep kisses move from your lips to your soft jaw, down your neck and play around your left ear, shivers running up your spine and the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. His hands are feeling up and down your body as your torsos move slightly from side to side, as if you were dancing. You don’t realize he is moving you across the room until your lower back hits the back of the couch.

Even over your clothes and the bra, the feeling of Jimin’s hand squeezing your breast has you gasping and craving more. His mouth comes back up to find yours as his hands slip underneath your clothes and feel up your malleable skin, from the sides of your stomach to your back. Your hands seem to mimic his, going under his sweater and tracing over his muscles with your fingertips, stretching your hands against the expanse of his back and loving the way his skin trembles.

When both his hands come down and roughly squeeze the flesh of your ass cheeks, it’s like a jolt of electricity runs to your core and you bite down on his puffy lips as you moan. It had been way too long since you two have been like this, ever since you found out you were pregnant. You missed this feeling more than anything in the world.

Jimin seemed to have the same feeling, as one of your legs got in between his and you felt the bulge inside his tight jeans against your upper thigh. Kissing down his neck, you rub your leg against him some more, adoring the hisses and choked breaths that he releases.

“Y-Y/N, stop, if you keep doing that- Ahh!...” He jumps like he got electrified and his body falls to yours as one of his hands claws at the back of the couch, the other still firmly gripping your abundant ass.

“I don’t wanna stop. I missed this. Missed you” you tell him against the skin of where his neck met his shoulder, repeating the same motion with your leg while your hands hurried to unbuckle his belt.

“I missed you too, dear. So, so much” he reciprocates.

When you manage to undo his belt, your hands are pulled away from him as he pulls your shirt away from you, leaving your upper body clad only in your bra. His lips immediately attach themselves to the skin between your breasts, nipping and lapping at the softness available. Your nails scratch at the sides of his clothed biceps as you take in the feeling, his fluffy hair tickling your skin. Jimin’s hands clasp at your waist and you feel them pulling down your pants, trying to take them off.

You help him by stepping out of the pants, realizing that your panties had been pulled with one of the legs of the trousers, leaving them hanging above one of your knees. You would have taken them off if not for the sudden feeling of Jimin’s fingers exploring up your fluffy inner thighs, diving into the pooling center that awaited him. You mewl at the first contact with the bundle of nerves at the front of your womanhood, only to gasp loudly as he takes no time burying his fingers into your tight entrance.

“J-Jimin, be gentle!” you ask of him, walls clasping on to his fingers.

“I’m still angry at you for trying to leave me like this. I want to punish you for that” he admits, kissing up your neck. But when he pulls away and you see his face, there was nothing but love there. “But I’ll be gentle, dear. For our baby.”

He catches your smile with his lips, at the same time he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, the tightness of your muscles increasing with every movement of his hand on you. You kiss him back in between whimpers and moans, his mischievous tongue knowing exactly how to bring out the lewdest sounds from you.

Your hands kept yourself steady against his arms, the leg that was in between his being used by him to relieve some of the pressure for himself, as you felt Jimin rubbing his hardening erection against your thigh at the same rhythm of his fingers inside of you.

“More, Jimin… I want more” you whisper into his ear hotly.

“I thought you’d never ask” he replied.

The movement of his hips stops as he retrieves his digits, only to drop his trousers and boxers down to his knees and getting in between your thighs. You sit yourself carefully at the top of the headboard of the couch, biting your lip as you see his girth flushed and throbbing for you.

Positioning himself in between your legs, Jimin plunges in with the swiftest of moves of his hips, filling you up and stretching you out in the most wonderful of ways. Your back arches at the feeling and you almost fall back into the pillows of the couch, if not for Jimin’s hand coming around to your back and pulling you to his covered chest.

“Be careful, you can’t fall” he warns with a strict voice, contradicting the sweet kisses he left at the skin of your round shoulders.

Wrapping your legs and arms around him, chest pressed into his, you smile as you press your forehead to his and close your eyes.

“I guess I’m the clingy one, aren’t I?”

One of his hands leaves your back to cup your left cheek, your eyes opening to see a sad and urgent look on his face that pulled at your heart strings.

“Never try to leave again. Don’t go away, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

His pained voice and vulnerable stare creates another lump at your throat and you find yourself shaking your head, your hands cradling his face in between them.

“No, no. I won’t. I won’t. I promise” you try to comfort him.

“Don’t leave me. Stay with me, Y/N. I love you, stay with me.”

His hips start moving then and it becomes harder to think straight. He hid his face in your neck, so you just wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer, legs locking at the ankles behind his upper thighs. Your keep promising you won’t leave, but he keeps begging you to stay, as if not hearing you or just not believing you.

At the same time his urgency escalates, so do his thrusts get deeper and faster, your slick flesh walls enveloping him tighter and tighter as your pulse quickens, thrills shooting up your spine as you feel the head of his member brushing a delicate spot. Your legs around his waist tense up with the rest of your body, gusts of pure pleasure sweeping through when he reached the deepest he could go with his plunges. There’s white noise overpowering any other sound in your ears as your brain feels like its melting from the consuming heat, so you can’t be sure Jimin is still asking you to stay, but you keep promising you will. Through loud moans and breathy whimpers, you promise to stay with him forever.

Then he sucks at a particular sensitive spot of your neck at the same time his hand moves from your wide waist down enough you puffy lower stomach so that his thumb presses against your aching clit, and that finally makes the string that was keeping you together snap. You cry out his name as white hot flashes tear through you and you burst like fireworks, your whole body trembling in the throes of bliss.

In the midst of your ecstasy, you feel Jimin’s thrusts losing focus and his body jolts and burns as his girth jerks inside of your clenching walls, emptying himself in you. He breathes heavy and rests his forehead on your shoulder as his hands go back around your waist, keeping you close.

One of your hands steadies yourself on the couch, the other patting the back of his neck as he catches his breath. You were both hot and sweaty, you almost naked if not for the bra and the panties around your right knee, while he was almost fully clothed, only with his jeans and boxers now fallen down to his ankles. Your butt was starting to hurt from the awkward position you were sited on the headboard of the couch, but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain when Jimin was still holding so tenderly.

“Promise me” he murmurs lowly.

“I won’t leave, Jimin” you answer, thinking you knew what he was referring to.

“Not just that” he explains, lifting his head so you can see his worried eyes again. “No matter how bad things may get, no matter how angry you get at me, don’t push me away. Don’t pull away from me like this, okay? Promise me.”

Your eyes glanced at the packed suitcases by the main door and you couldn’t help but wonder how he must have felt, coming home after so long and seeing them. How he would have felt if you had already left like you intended to. You were so sure things were over between the two of you, you never questioned how much it would hurt him if he still loved you. All you focused on was your own hurt and fears.

“Never again, Jimin. I promise.” And you meant it.

He pulls away from you only to pulls his trousers back up, bend down and pick up one of your pregnancy tests still on the floor from when you dropped them. A look of wonder and amazement still clouds his eyes as he sees it.

“Two lines… Just two lines changed everything.”

You get back on your feet, pull you panties up your legs and grab the other two tests, joining your hands with his as you both stare at the lines on all of them.

“How did you feel? When you saw them the first time” he questioned calmly.

“Scared” you answered truthfully. “Very scared.”

He grabbed your free hand and kissed your cheek.

“But not anymore, right?” You smile and shake your head.

“No, not anymore. I’m happy now that you’re here.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way. C’mon, let’s get a shower and get ready” he decided, pulling at your hand to go with him down the corridor.

“Ready for what?” you ask confused.

“For the doctor’s, of course. And we should probably start buying some things, time goes by quickly during pregnancy, I’ve heard. Also, we need to tell the members and the label. There is no way I’m going anywhere out of the country any time soon. Do you think Namjoon knows anything about pregnancy? Maybe he has a book I can borrow… Oh, let’s just go by the bookstore and pick up a few, how about that?”

And you just hear him go on and on, a smile tugging at your lips and the still fresh sense of pure relief making you want to cry every other moment. Thank God you turned back to grab the forgotten pregnancy tests, allowing Jimin to come home before you left. Thank God for those two lines, that erased those pesky doubts that this relationship was going to end like everything else good in your life did. For once, the universe was being good to you.

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