#or is this only reserved for people you see online and not something you'd say to my face
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I know that, for me, when some guy yells "show me your tits!!" out the window of his car, and the girl he yelled at pipes back "fuck off and die!" I RUN up to the girl and I'm like WHOA THAT WAS FUCKED UP, and when she goes "I know. assholes" I'm like no, the thing YOU said!! That is NOT appropriate language. What if one of those guys was sad! He might drive off a cliff now!
#:)?#or is this only reserved for people you see online and not something you'd say to my face#if someone was harassing me and I told em to go drown.#tbh. trying too hard. just say you care less what actually happens and more about the language used#would it make you feel better if I said Unalive? Or Go Step On A Lego Grrr
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CAMBOY SCARAMOUCHE
- IN WHICH: you find out the snarky purple haired boy in your class isn't as much as of a nobody as you thought he was.
contents: NSFW!! slight bdsm, mentions/use of sex toys
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he was the loner in class that spoke to nobody. headphones always on, blasting music that others who sat next to to him said to be j-rock. his aura was silent, cold and mysterious. the only quirk he showed to the public was his doodling habit in class. nobody really knew anything about him, besides his name.
scaramouche.
no matter how many times the blonde haired girl would invite him to parties, or hangouts, he'd never show. she'd pester him endlessly during lectures, only to be met with either complete silence followed by an eyeroll, or, if she's lucky, a scuff and a "stop bothering me." sometimes he'd switch it up and say, "go find something better to do with your free time."
yoimiya was defeated, and you never really quite knew how to help her. "try again tommorow." youd reassure, but, tommorows success was never gaurenteed
so with this, you couldn't believe your eyes when this same quite, snarky, and anti social boy has no problem lewdly showing off his body to thousands of people online--
as a camboy.
and a very popular one at that. always receiving the most gifts, subs, and views each live, he easily kept his place in the top 10 of the main screen leaderboard. his gap moe is what drew you in. his online persona was sexy, and alluring, yet he managed to keep his mysterious aura from his real life personality.
so you became a regular at this site, secretly watching him every other night at 11:30. you watched as he would undress himself on stream, slowly letting his lanky, pale fingers teasingly run along his ab lines until he reached down to rub his cock that throbbed through his jeans, "50 more gifts and i'll stroke it for you. 100 and i'll moan your name. please hurry, i really want to come to you guys." he teased, biting his lip in anticipation.
you don't know why you did it. but you did. with a small fright of hesitation you sent 100 gifts under a lesser known name of yours, your middle name.
with the sound alert going off, it gave scara the ok to lean back in his chair, open his legs and to start unzipping his jeans. "good girl (m/n)" he slurred.
"but i have a surprise for you all today." he pulled out a cum stopper from his desk and bit his lower lip in pain as he inserted it into himself. but his attempts to conceal was in vain and a faint gasp followed by a soft "fuck-" managed to escape his lips.
"you have to tell me when to cum. i'm under your control tonight."
you continued to watch as he then stroked his cock up and down, starting off slow before speeding up the pace as he leaned back with one arm over his eyes moaning and humming your name. "f-fuck, it feels so good. you feel s-so good. i can't-"
and when his soft moans turned into sensual whins, begging for you to let him cum, you wanted to do more than just watch.
you followed scara in his movements, taking off your shorts to play with your aching clit as you listened to him cry your name, he wanted so desperately to come, but you weren't going to let that happen. not yet.
you watched his mouth hang open out of pleasure as he continued to beg for you to let him cum. "please. please, let me- let me cum for you."
"keep it quiet." you sent with 50 gifts.
he bit his lip to seal off any more words, using his free hand to lean over and grip his desk, causing his shoulders to tense up.
you hated how you enjoyed it. how you enjoyed watching your classmate who's usually so silent, and reserved suddenly become a vocal, moaning mess as he pleaded with you to let him cum. and he has no idea it's you. he has no idea you'd see him tommorow sitting by himself in the back corner.
he had no idea you knew his dirty little secret. but part of you wish he did, because you so wanted the fingers that would pleasure you to be his own. just thinking about it made you release your final breath of moans as you finished on your white bedsheets. you sighed. the fun was over.
"cum for me."
scara finally leaned back on his chair upon hearing the noise alert, removing the cum stopper from his cock that throbbed in his hand. he let out a melodic moan, almost a scream as he finally came. it shot up upon his chest, which would drip down onto his lower stomach
he took deep breaths as he did nothing but bury his face in his hands, letting the thousands of viewers watch the breathless, whining mess you made of him. gifts were being spammed, subs were being increased and the live chat had nothing but praise.
he was definitely way more popular than you initially thought.
"next week i'll have a special guest with me." he finally managed to spur.
exiting the stream, you closed the laptop shut. the words "special guest" lingered in your head as you cleaned yourself up to get ready to bed.
but that night was a sleepless one, as all you wanted was to hear scara's whins taint your ears just once more.
#genshin fanfic#genshin smut#genshin x reader#scaramouche smut#scaramouche#wanderer#wanderer smut#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader
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"No." (Yandere!Albedo/Reader)
A/n: I got sick but it just so happens I live off of spite so I finally finished this fic. Most characters are a bit/really obnoxious here. Also, the reader's state of mind and relationships with friends are unhealthy so if you're sensitive to the following CW please skip this fic. (If you're wondering why the fic is... Like this then here's me rambling here)
Unreliable synopsis: You kissed the most popular professor on campus. (Subtle yan!fic)
gn!reader
Cw: yandere, unhealthy friendship dynamics with clingy!sucrose & other characters, student/teacher relationship implications, the reader is an eccentric "class clown" with implied mild impostor syndrome, and small mentions of sexual harassment. (I'm not a medical professional so please take the impostor syndrome warning with a grain of salt– just added it in case this type of content is triggering. This isn't smut and it doesn't fully explore the last topic, but still please reach out for support if you are a victim of sexual harassment. Title IX is a very real thing.)
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"Does accidentally kissing someone cross a line in Title IX?"
That sentence alone makes you sound incredibly criminal out of context, and it doesn't get better with it either.
Your long-time friend, Sucrose, became fixated on setting you up with a romantic partner after the breakup you had three months prior.
It was not a heart-wrenching tale, if anything, the entire relationship you had with Arataki Itto plays off as a major joke. You dated the man simply because you thought his impulsive behavior was entertaining, and oddly enough, he found your unpredictable temperament alluring. You just never anticipated that the idiot will buy an overpriced toy drum when you asked him to get a coke and "get something for yourself as well."
It's no surprise you permitted him to spend your money. But that wasn't even supposed to be a gamble. That was just an instruction, and he failed HARD. Arataki "I-swear-you-didn't-say-Pepsi(???)" Itto... got you orange juice.
Breaking up was a huge relief. Instead of adopting a façade of the partner he wants, you have at last discovered the temporary freedom to choose over what you enjoy. For a while, they didn't treat you like a court jester; instead, they gave you the tender care you'd reserve for a helpless person.
Sucrose was distraught when you two decided to stop everything after Itto wasted most of your money by falling for Dori's scam. She appeared to be more affected than you two. Sucrose must have thought of you two as "the Golden pair" since she is naturally fascinated by research about personalities and relationships— more notably the 16 personality types. Seeing you two break up was an antithesis to her defense on the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator test. You broke up due to (financial) differences, and there's no unreliable science needed to learn that.
Here lies the problem: Sucrose refused to give up.
You've heard concerns about her callous demeanor in person and online. Some people thought it endearing that you have a friend who genuinely cares about you, while others consider her nagging to be a burden, and rightfully so.
You felt icky after accidentally seeing her list of candidates, yet you can't bring yourself to make a strong effort to stop her. Sucrose lost two of her best friends last year in an accident, and you are essentially the only support that's keeping her sanity in check, but sometimes you feel as though you are risking your health on the line. She had written down some questionably extensive background on every man and woman she thought was worthy... You don't even want to know why Ajax is on that list.
No matter the reason, that didn't stop Timaeus from barfing out his triple-layered peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"W-WHAT on EARTH did you DO this time?!"
Sure is tough being a menace to society.
Hah... You're already on the brink of a mental breakdown and yet you still kept making self-deprecating jokes.
"WHAT'S with THE reaction?" You asked, casually copying his tone before you sank to your seat. "It's JUST a QUESTION."
"We know how you work, (Y/n)!" He knew you were purposefully trying to rile him up, yet Timaeus slammed a fist on the table in exaggerated disgust. "You did the EXACT same thing last time. You asked us 'hOw bAd woUld iT bE iF I datEd a gaNgstEr' and then you fucking did it anyways! What the hell– heck."
Timaeus's outburst was audible throughout the entire cafeteria, yet nobody seemed to care. The other people you shared the table with, Ying'er, Collei, and Tighnari all cast curious glances at you. It's not as though they have never heard of your misadventures before, frankly, whenever something happens they avidly observe it. You're all inseparable because of your shticks. However, apart from Sucrose, Dorian had been awol from your friend group, and it is no less due to the headline you're about to announce.
None of them took you too seriously, which they should have, given the nature of Title IX. As "good" friends, they should've worried over your safety and overall wellbeing.
You could feel tears of fear and frustration swell up in your eyes.
Yet you couldn't be mad at them for reacting this way.
You're the chaotic link– the friend that didn't quite fit in– assigned to the role of being the "funny one." It started with a single joke until you unintentionally formed a false sense of confidence that you're something bigger than what you are. Everyone thinks you're hilarious, and you're afraid of disappointing them. You weren't trying to be funny most of the time, they just want someone to laugh and point at. Even though you are academically above average yourself, without your carelessness and gambles, you practically have nothing to offer this otherwise brilliant population.
Timaeus may not always deliver the right answer in his alchemy test papers, but he's never wrong about you even if he's drunk off of two bottles of Death After Noon. You recall Timaeus specifically in that instance because he was right; you have no future and you won't amount to anything.
In short, your image dilemma can be summed up by something you said high out of your mind in front of the mirror: "I think I accidentally gained an ego after joking about being hot and sexy one too many times, and now I'm being punished for my hubris." (You're never asking Lisa for philosophy book recommendations on Sundays ever again.)
And if it's true that you have no future and that you're nothing more than an insecure fraud, then you might as well come clean right now and let your "friends" break their ties. It doesn't matter, not anymore.
Ying'er laughed heartily. Contrary to her lover, she loves it whenever you act like this since it makes her normally composed and optimistic boyfriend snap and curse... You would know because she constantly divulges pointless details about how "hot" it was in private messages. And you two weren't even that close when she first did that. But now she's practically your unofficial attorney with how many times she played devil's advocate. You'll miss her.
"Why are you already accusing them? Who knows, maybe they're the victim here, babe. You're being too insensitive."
"Yeah, Tim, you should listen to your girlfriend over here." You nudged him and he glared vehemently.
"(Y/n), you're not supposed to openly agree with me, but yeah, why don't you give them the benefit of the doubt?"
You gave Ying'er a weak friendly wink and a thumbs up, feeling repulsed at yourself deep down. It's incredibly flattering for her to insinuate a professor would find you attractive rather than filing a restraining order.
She'll probably hate you once she finds out the truth, right? She did have a crush on your victim.
"This is them we're talking about." Timaeus glared. "They're bound to do something stupid. C'mon, Tighnari, say something!"
Tighnari merely shrugged and stabbed his fork into a mushroom (presumably poisonous, given its unnatural blue color). He had grown tired of dealing with your antics over the years. No lecture had ever worked in the past, and you both telepathically agreed that streak was not going to end today. You're lying about being self-possessed. He knew that whenever this happens, you were trying to be an idiot, and did not allow yourself to be an idiot. There's a fine difference between those two, and he knows which is which.
In a way, Tighnari views you in a more positive light than most of your friends. And he could sense that you have more grave matters to say.
So, he played along to help you set the mood. "I said this yesterday and I'll say it again: we're studying to become botanists. We're growing plants. Our future job isn't to help them grow a brain."
"Facts." You snapped your fingers and smugly nodded.
"Don't just agree with him!"
"You can grow plants all you want but just know my Timaeus right here doesn't need any more growing if you catch my drift~."
"Ying'er." Collei groaned.
"What? I was just saying his height is perfect enough as it is."
"I feel like we're having thirty different conversations at once."
"Your mother is thirty different conversations at once–"
"Mx. (L/n)."
The table went silent. Except for yourself, who's still droning on, unfinished. Everyone noticed the uninvited man in the cafeteria and their lips were silenced.
Here he is.
"–eeegood evening, Professor Albedo." You stood up from your seat and slightly bowed your head down.
It's the untouchable Professor Albedo. The Alchemy Professor on this forsaken campus exudes a breath of freshness even if the scent of chemicals follows him like an affectionate dog. The only person that students would ogle at amid all the balding learning facilitators. Sucrose's mentor. Dorian's 32-year-old brother. The "Kreideprinz".
And the guy that might just sue you for your careless mistake.
Your circle caught the tension between you two and started watching the scene unfold like a car accident.
Professor Albedo cocked his head forward. You never claimed to be one of his adoring fans who can spot his emotions after one look, but your gut tells you that he's more than amused despite his stoic expression. He's similar to Dorian in that aspect.
"I trust that you've read the excerpt I've sent you?" He asked in almost a whisper.
You thoughtlessly lamely pulled up your library-borrowed copy of Title IX. In your perspective, nothing matters anymore, so you might as well let it out there.
Your friends jolted simultaneously, someone even dropped their utensils while Collei hit her knee up the table and hissed at the pain.
"Oh my God..." Timaeus shuddered.
Your friends had the face that collectively screamed "YOU MADE OUT WITH PROFESSOR ALBEDO?!" in all capitals, bold, italics, underlined, shadowed with thick black strokes– whatever makes it more out there. They're not in the wrong to react that way.
In one single move, you broke 2 rules on the so-called Bro Code, one being the infamous "don't fuck my brother" and the second being the lesser known "don't fuck my professor". Not only that, but most importantly you violated a line or two in Title IX.
Leave it to (Y/n) (L/n) to break more than three rules on the daily.
... You really should stop making jokes as a coping mechanism.
The cafeteria started to murmur, urging their seatmates for information they don't have. You released a small, clipped laugh. You should've thought that one through.
Tighnari meets your eyes with a sympathetic stare. You could tell he had more to say, but your heavy heart no longer wished to know.
"... Great work." The professor said just as nonchalantly. No doubt, he tried to salvage your reputation but you sabotaged it yourself. How wasteful. He beckoned you forward with one finger.
"Come with me. We'll talk somewhere more private."
You walked away from your table and gave them one look.
They were incredibly disturbed to see a small sad smile on your face, rather than the wide mischievous grin that they were used to. After seeing that, they all had one emotionally detached thought in mind:
So, it wasn't a joke after all.
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You neither like nor dislike Professor Albedo.
There are multiple fluffs about how friendly and dorkish he is as a reclusive person, but none of them sparked your interest. You often feigned reactions whenever Dorian expresses his apparent disdain for his more successful brother, and your sly smile barely reaches your eyes. If anything, hearing about the same man over and over again makes him feel oversaturated rather than entertaining. He's too perfect in those gossips that you're bored to tears.
At least the rumors were positively right about one thing: his tastefully braided blonde hair and blue eyes make him no lesser than a portrait of a prince. But no more special than Dorian, in all honesty. You wouldn't be able to know which is which if they wore similar clothes and let their hair down. They're like clones of each other.
Albedo kept fidgeting a hand inside his pocket, and you can't hazard a guess as to what it is. A recording device, perhaps? You pride yourself on your ability to read and toy people like clockwork. That ability, however, does not translate well with Professor Albedo.
You snapped out of your trance as the professor began reading what was on his clipboard.
"(Y/n) (L/n). 27. Graduate School. Taking a Ph.D. Botany program– though if I hadn't known that, I would've guessed you were a music major." Albedo vaguely pointed at your face without looking. "Your tongue would've fooled me."
You flinched. Is he teasing you or scolding you– you can't make sense of his tone. He's too monotonous.
"Professor, are you uncomfortable right now? If so, I could leave if you wish and we can talk via email instead about your complaint."
Professor Albedo eyed you carefully this time, even though he's squirmish. The tone you used to address him and your overall body language differ greatly from how you behave in the company of your friend group. Your professionalism does not match how the rumors perceive you. This is probably the reason why young professor Kusanali didn't believe any rumors about you. He was impressed.
"Am I supposed to be happy that you’re not giving me a moment of your time?” He said. "It's a bit difficult to achieve that state when you have yet to slip out of my mind. You did assault me yesterday–"
"Yes, yes, I'm well aware of that, Professor." You cringed. "But–"
"Albedo."
"Sorry?"
"You kissed me, (Y/n). I think you can call me Albedo."
"Right." You chuckled nervously. "Like I was saying, P-Professor, it's all a major misunderstanding. I wasn't aiming to assault you."
Albedo raised an eyebrow. He did not miss the way you suavely dodged calling him by name. Other than that, assault is a strong word, and he did not expect you to use it as well.
You thought it was a fitting word to use. Albedo barely makes eye contact, and he probably doesn't like being reminded that you stole a kiss from him.
"It's Albedo. So, you were planning to sexually assault another student?"
He is relentlessly quick on the uptake. Albedo sounded like a cop. What he said was correct, absurdly phrased, but correct nonetheless.
"I mean..." You rubbed your hands against your pants. They were a bit sweaty, and you had to accept the fact you were not faking it. You are genuinely anxious. "When you put it like that, it does sound inexcusable doesn't it?"
"It is a positively hair-raising notion, yes." Albedo deadpanned. "And if I had to take an educated guess, you were planning to assault my younger brother Dorian and you mistook me for him instead."
"..."
Figuring that out was a no-brainer. Although Professor Albedo is older than his brother, their appearance and physique make them appear twin-like. Dorian once droned about how it happened due to Albedo's poor upbringing under their aunt Alice's guidance, making his growth stunted. And his tendency to talk your ear out is one of many reasons why your intrusive thoughts often suggest that Dorian had no personality outside being the renowned professor Albedo's younger brother. Hence, you don't absorb a word of what he says. You didn't listen to gossip often cause you figured that you were not one for trivial gossip like the rest of the student botanists.
... And based on the dilemma you find yourself in now, it appears as though you don't have common sense like the rest of your peers either–
"Please stop woolgathering. Is there a more interesting specimen to take note of on the floor? You seem to be more intrigued by what's on your shoes."
You cringed for what you felt like the 1000th milestone at that point.
"Professor, I know that I sound terrible–"
Albedo sighed. "I would never insinuate that, Mx. (L/n)."
"But you keep cutting me off." You said in a questioning tone. It sounded a lot more polite in your head, yet the famous Kreideprinz was flustered by your reply.
He cleared his throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean to. Carry on. You are aware that you sound like a sex offender, and?"
That came out incredibly cold. It felt like being under the cold blade of a frigid prince, and his icy stare and light complexion just adds the cherry on top. The professor said that he wasn't insulting you but his paraphrasing is exactly that. You didn't comment on it, figuring your education is more important than a harsh remark, and continued.
"... The truth is," you took a deep breath. "I only kissed you cause, well, I mistook you for Dorian, and also because I was trying to get Sucrose–."
"Sucrose?" Professor Albedo's eyebrows furrowed. "Sucrose, one of my–"
"Your student assistants? Y-Yes, sir." You nodded hesitantly. "We're best friends– not that it's unsurprising since I am a bad influence and she's a good person. I recently went through a breakup and she's worried about me. Dorian agreed to fake date and make Sucrose believe that she accidentally found us making out in a room to make it more believable but–"
"You mistook me for my brother."
"... Yeeaaahhh...."
"..."
This reminded you of your conversation with Dorian a while back. You asked if he and his brother would switch lives for a day, and he cackled and told you it happens more than the number you were thinking of. The moment you realized who you were kissing, you clung to the sliver of hope that it was Dorian wearing his brother's lab coat. It was not.
You looked down at your shoes again. It's too embarrassing and shameful that your entire lineage will probably be cursed.
"..."
Knowing that you won't talk until he does, Professor Albedo read through his notes for a topic.
"Understandable. I presume you know my brother because you're both on the same course and are on similar schedules?"
"Yes, sir." Should you tell him the whole fake-date thing was Dorian's idea as well?
"It's Albedo to you. And to add to that, Sucrose is under the impression that we're dating."
"I think so, sir."
"That's not a question, (Y/n), that's a fact." He said. "She recently confronted me to ask if we're dating."
You gulped. Moment of truth.
"What did you tell her, sir?"
"What do you want me to tell her?"
You could hear your pulse pounding in your ears.
On one hand, you want her to know what happened, but at the same time that would just blow you and Dorian's cover story.
But was that a smug tone you heard? Is he toying with you?
You bit your bottom lip.
"... Yes, I think? What did you say, professor?"
"Albedo."
You tilted your head. "What?"
"Respectfully, please call me by my name and I'll tell you the answer." He smirked curtly, but it was gone before you could process it.
"S-Sir!"
Albedo shrugged. "Guess you'll have to ask her directly–"
"Sir Albedo–"
"Hmm, I don't recall having 'Sir' in my birth certificate–"
"Albedo! Albedo!" Geez.
He gave a small smile, longer this time. But he was still avoiding eye contact. You puffed your cheeks, embarrassed.
Prof. Albedo has a slightly twisted sense of humor.
None of this was professional, at all.
You felt your face growing warmer. You can't believe this is the same Albedo everyone is crushing on.
You bit back a sharp retort. He sounded a lot more serious in campus gossip, and not the type to pull on your heartstrings like this. Your faith in that image is wearing thin.
The professor laughed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic reply. You don't have to be nervous around me, (Y/n). I figured that if we were going to do this, you could use my first name.
"I refrained from answering. But, if you wish, I can confirm her suspicions. However, I must inform you in advance that I find relationships rather... Tiresome." Albedo robotically sighed. "I struggle to maintain them, so you will have to guide me."
Never in your life have you ever considered the possibility that a professor in your grad school would ask you to fake a romantic relationship with him.
You digressed, not wanting to make a decision just yet. "But isn't your job in danger?"
Albedo then spoke in a genuine trill of amusement.
"Not at all. Besides, I don't care enough to file a complaint about this incident. Also, you're not my student. Suffice it to say, I've thoroughly checked the handbook and consulted the headmaster herself. Rhinedottir sees no problem with this arrangement–"
Probably because she's your mother.
"–Granted, it will not be in full effect unless you give this a go signal. Will you?"
You looked away.
"This situation... Kinda reads like some cheap Harlequin novel, doesn't it?" You muttered.
It's a great offer. But it sounds too good to be true...
... Did he say that he wasn't going to file a complaint in the first place?
The professor watched as your impassive stare morphed into something uneven and sly but unavoidably empty. You clicked your tongue as your hands slip back to your pockets. Albedo could tell you're holding back an ugly laugh.
A switch had been flipped.
Professor Albedo immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and crossed his arms. He's anticipated this much. There's no way he didn't know about your "self-destructive patterns."
How interesting. For both you AND him.
"So, Albedo." You lazily pointed at him. "Something's fishy about this, don't you think?"
"You're too eager to help. I'd get it if you have something to gain from this, like scaring off your fangirls or something, but you fend them off just fine anyways." You grinned.
"I'm flattered that you think I send them away effortlessly." He answered point-blank.
Albedo turned to you, his face dim and heavily affected by his calm resignation.
"It's incredibly taxing work. I've told you before, haven't I? I may seem calm on the surface but people can be... A considerable handful."
His smile belied the severity of his inner turmoil.
But you can't help but doubt him. You don't buy his pitifulness.
You reassessed the situation in an instant. The Albedo you're talking to acts far from the untouchable Chalk Prince from the get-go. His words did not boast his usual research-riddled speech. This act is more than just premeditated.
Sure. You're the sort who is bound by what you "owe," but you can't say you can't empathize with his problems because he didn't seem-- he ISN'T troubled in the first place. And you're almost sure of it.
You believe you're not smart enough to remain in this university. But at least you have faith that you're perceptive and street-wise.
Still, you kept your hollow cheeky grin plastered to your face.
"Then why aren't you taking a less problematic approach? You could say you're dating Professor Alberich– you'd get some people off your back."
Translation: Can't you just bother someone else?
"By attracting other unpleasant folks pestering me about Kaeya instead, yes, seems like a sound suggestion. I'll keep it in mind for future reference."
Translator's note: He's being sarcastic. Stop trying to worm your way out of this one.
Albedo continued. "But right now that's not viable. If you feel guilty for stealing a kiss from me this may be a good opportunity to ease your conscience."
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"That's it? But you won't report me if I didn't agree to these terms, right?"
"Of course. I have your best interests in mind and simply warned you." He gave you a faint smile, hoping to ease your nerves. "You're part of Rukkha's batch of dean's listers. I don't have the heart to file a complaint."
Rukkha was a great woman, but you don't deserve your scholarships and sponsors. You don't have any talent or skill to truly impress people, and it seems you fooled both Professor Rukkhadevata and Albedo into thinking you're something special as well.
"Professor...."
But with what he basically said just now is that there are no consequences for your actions.
"It's Albedo, and yes?"
"You seem to have reserved some very unrealistic expectations for me. You should be more distrusting."
"... What do you mean?"
"I don't see any reason to accept your offer." You honestly had no idea where this confidence is coming from. Perhaps your class clown persona had slowly rubbed off on the "real" you, and for once you didn't hate yourself for it.
Because you don't want to be in this relationship. It's legal, yes, and you're old enough, but you're incredibly wary. Albedo may be leagues better than Itto but that's beside the point: you're emotionally spent and you're not ready to get to know another person.
"Oh, understood. For starters, agreeing to these terms will make Sucrose less abrasive with her attempts to set you up, and I could help you with connections."
"That sounds as though I'll be abusing your influence..."
You paused.
Did you tell the professor about Sucrose's disturbing attempts to hook you up with people earlier...?
You don't recall ever sharing that bit of information. You made sure to pick your words carefully so Sucrose wouldn't be seen in a bad light. Since when did he...
"What? No, it's not. It's simply a small trade for your cooperation."
"No."
"And– sorry?"
You can see the appeal. You truly do. When you are chosen by someone of greater influence and intellect, it seems almost magical. He could undoubtedly help your botany profession thrive. Most people would conclude that if Professor Albedo chose them from the crowd, they must be extremely unique in comparison to their peers.
However, this is somewhat unethical. This is the kind of scenario you'd find in a shoddy coming-of-age novel that desperately tries to convince you that there are no other elements to consider but love. However, you must also consider your mental health, reputation, education, and other factors that influence every fiber of your being.
Albedo isn't the type of person who would jeopardize your future over a minor disagreement, but you never know with people. People change as much as seasons do. You are a living example of this. Itto would not have used that argument against you if it were untrue.
You have nothing against those who engage in lawful student-teacher relationships, but you're self-aware enough to recognize that you're not mentally fit to enter one. And sometimes the conclusion is as straightforward as that. Besides, you're sick of having others (including yourself) continually doubting your intelligence. Fake-dating a professor will only exacerbate the situation. Rumors will spread that you only earned your grades because of him and not out of your efforts. Dorian already had it rough, and you've learned what it's like through him. Simple self-preservation.
"Thanks for the offer, really, but no. If I'll date someone, even if it's fake, I want to set it under my terms as well."
You scratched your neck, eyes lifeless.
"I'm sorry, Professor. But I genuinely can't see why this agreement will help both of us, I especially can't see why this will benefit you compared to your other options. I could just come out and say I mistook you for Dorian and it's an easy fix to my problems and in turn, you wouldn't have to deal with the stigma of dating a student. I'm sorry, Prof. I'll take a rain check on it."
You shrugged uncomfortably. "Besides, this is still a student-teacher relationship. I'm uncomfortable being in an uneven power dynamic like that. I'd rather date Dorian instead."
...
Shit.
Okay, maybe accidentally implying that you're open to dating his kid brother had to be the second most uncomfortable thing you subjected Albedo to.
You didn't mean to come off as THAT honest.
A test tube must've cracked somewhere around the area cause you could've sworn you heard something shatter. You flinched, but he didn't.
"... Is that so." The professor muttered. You almost didn't hear him from how silent his defeat was.
You sighed in relief so intense that you physically felt your shoulder muscles relax and your eyes roll back. Seems like he gave up.
"I promise that I'll pay you back in other ways, professor. I owe you and I'm sorry. But I must refuse for both our sakes." You said. "I have taken something important from you, and I will respectfully understand if you file a complaint for what I've done. No one should have a kiss stolen like that."
He didn't reply. Albedo stood there, eyes unblinking as he mulled over your words. At the beginning of this conversation, he barely looked you directly in the eye, but now he refused to look away.
You waited for him to say something else and stood there for a solid minute. Nothing came.
"Please, excuse me."
You wanted to say that you left to give him more time to consider but the truth is that you couldn't bare standing there for a second more so you left in a frantic hurry.
It was only when you left did you realize what made you wary of him the entire conversation.
Professor Albedo wasn't breathing the entire time.
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Upon unlocking his door, Albedo was greeted by a boy with a face akin to his. He was waiting for him, and in turn, Albedo anticipated that he would be here, too. The boy sat idly and almost casually inside a room littered with wall to wall of red-stringed photographs and texts, and there was not a single hint of disgust or any other natural reaction on his face. Albedo's nose scrunched.
Dorian did not budge from his brother– master's office chair. He stared back with a blank expression. Most papers were by his feet, crumpled, but not discarded. How could they be, when all pictures centered around one very precious subject:
You.
You, in all forms, poses, and angles make you ineffably you. These are the candid shots that bring out the little moments that Albedo longed to study under a microscope. They didn't need to be dynamic, rather, Albedo adored the simplest pictures the most. Needless to say, images of you resting is the most popular. It's a lot more convenient and easy to take, but that doesn't cheapen the value and elation the professor feels upon holding the finished polaroid up close.
Every time he swapped schedules with Dorian, he couldn't help but be curious about you.
It doesn't stop there. Albedo clicked his tongue as he noticed the journal Dorian held. It was his dog-eared notes he cleanly put together when jotting down your schedule, private life, and other more delicate intricacies. The clipboard he had earlier is nothing more than a silly prop compared to his actual notes. There's something so breathtaking about making the "unknown" into the "known", and the same applies to every bit of your life that he was curious about. Albedo's aware that it's not something he should brag about. Retrieving paraphernalia such as worn-out gardening gloves and locks of hair from your shower drain was not something he acquired robotically. However, he didn't fancy the idea that Dorian read it and found it just as entertaining as he did. He didn't like the idea of sharing.
Maybe you were right.
Maybe he did reserve some very unrealistic and idolized expectations for you. But that was only because he can see your potential. He firmly believes that. It's an awful and objectifying train of thought, but the professor is convinced he'll be the one who can "fix" your people-pleasing issue.
He figured, if he wants to make sure you'd always be with him, he had to conduct some trial-and-error.
Albedo breathed harshly. He forgot how to do so. He never needed to breath.
"Did it work?" Dorian asked. "Did your plan work?"
His eyes went dim.
Albedo didn't answer.
He locked the door again. This time, he allowed Dorian to keep the lights on. If anything, it's a small reward for indirectly helping him. But not even his fellow creation can have what the genius professor of the century desires to attain. He has to face the truth.
Albedo pulled out a recording device from his pocket. You said no. There's nothing he could do about that.
"No."
"No. No. No. No. No--"
He played your refusal over and over again.
He thought he did everything right. He genuinely believed he followed the right procedure in getting you to say yes. What went wrong, then? Albedo doesn't get it. He was sure that he didn't say anything wrong or suspicious as well. You shouldn't have known that he had been following you from that conversation alone.
"No."
He practiced everything for hours.
"No."
Word for word.
"No."
He researched tips and tricks on how to let other people's guard down.
"No."
He thought not pressuring you to do it will make you more willing.
"No."
He even asked Alberich how to subtly flirt with someone.
"No."
So. What went wrong?
"No--"
Albedo slowly blinked before realizing he had thrown the device against the wall in full force. The batteries and their other internal components spilled on the floor. He didn't have the willpower to clean it up.
It's an undeniable error. He still can't believe his approach failed.
Master was right.
"Dearest Albedo, if you can't have them in their most authentic self, then what's stopping you from making an indistinguishable copy?"
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Hey bro, I'm back. Cosplay with the bulk and mask is doing great! People are eating that uniqueness! Problem though, I'm a bit too nerdy for their tastes. They didn't like my gaming posts. Think you can add in my history that I'm a big jock too? I need the experience. I don't mind my brain shrinking.
Continuation of:
A rewriting of your history huh... Let's see where you last left you off.
Yea... unfortunately someone as big and bulky as you just doesn't fit gaming NERD. Sure you got the bod of a lifetime but not a single change in your personality let alone your past. Subby furries been asking you for fun in DM's but you're still as shy before so you have to turn them and they think you're homophobic! You've been going to the gym to maintain your new body and got yourself some gymbro friends but unlike them you've never participated in sports in your life so you have to nod and smile when they start talking football. Your social media presence is all sorts of wack too with your fans demanding to post thirst traps and flexing pics but you just keep posting gaming clips since you don't want to make your only thing on the online world being a beefy meathead that only cares about their bod. It was all piling up and wish you could just change your past to fit the body you wished for...
Well that's where I come in and help you once more! You hear a knock on your home door and you went to check who was there. No one was there but you saw something on the ground so you opened the door to find a strange device and a note on the ground.
Hey Dude!
Heard the beef life was getting hard with no change of memories or life so I thought I'd help out. What you see is a Reality Augmentation Device! Just say what you want and reality will change to suit your desires.
It's one use only so no going back!
Choose wisely,
-Tf4life
Reality Augmentation Device? You'd think I was crazy if I didn't give you the bod you currently possess so you trusted my judgement.
The device was a sphere shape and had a screen for soundwaves and a singular button. Looks like you press the button, say what you want and reality will change. So much power in such a small device. Well with a bit of hesitancy you press the button and say your wish.
"I wish my life would fit my body" And then you let go of the button. Immediately after you let go the device warped itself out of reality and you suddenly passed out. Your past would now change.
The changes begin in middle school. Instead of staying reserved and quiet you LOVED to act out much to the dismay of your teachers. You adored sports, especially football which ended up with you on your middle school football team as the star player. You eventually got a ton of friends that were just like you. You were known as the school troublemakers and sports buffs. You didn't learn a damn thing the whole time you were there.
Come High School you continued this attitude fully becoming a typical jock with the friends to match. This is when you began to work out almost every single day leading to that hot bod of yours. Your bros were your everything... your... everything. You realized you were gay. Any who you of course joined your High School Football team and once again was the star player. The whole school loved you for constantly bringing home trophies. Your grades took an even bigger decline than what was even possible. You were already a major meathead with the only thoughts being sports workout and hanging out with bros. It's a miracle you didn't get expelled but the fame and trophies was what allowed you to stay. You graduated with multiple sports related schools BEGGING to have you and despite that meathead brain of yours you eventually picked a college to attend.
College was more about working out than actually attending classes. When you did attend classes it was an excuse to be the meathead jock to ever meathead jock. Luckily this was a sports college so all that mattered was your ability on the field. You still had your craft in football and landed your college football team multiple trophies and eventually graduating with a "Degree in Jock" the person who handed you the degree at graduation joked. Which might I add you were completely shirtless during graduation? Yeah.
Brimming with jock confidence you got tattoos on your arms and started posting your workout journey onto social media and to say people were interested would be an understatement. Thirst trap comments would pour in on every single post just look at the ones with this selfie!
"Big~~"
"You're so lovely~"
"Daddyyyyy"
"I want you"
These were a common occurrence and you loved all of it. You were able to stay in contact with your gymbros even after school and hung out almost every single day pumping iron with the bros. Talking about sports was a nonissue as you knew every single football term under the sun. You will willing to help your bros if they had a hard time lifting something.
"Just like that bro..." You whisper to him.
And there's still more! Hanging out with gymbros means bouncing those meat mounds with your gymbros.
And maybe a flex or two...
And that leads back to the new present. Despite all the changes to your past there was still one thing that stayed. Your love of masks. You would sometimes wear your wolf bone mask and black balaclava to workouts and your bros found it very amusing.
Those same subby furries that wanted a strong werewolf to dominate them you were too shy to reply to in your old past was now in your bed being fucked silly by you in a wolfmask. Safe to say your entire social media presence WAS being a meathead jock and you owned it.
"Video games? Never heard of it. I got GAINMES right here" You said to one your gymbros once at the gym with a flex.
With all that in mind and your past altered you woke up from your impromptu nap wondering why you were on the ground in front of your house. The meathead jock in you just brushed it off before you remembered something.
"Oh right, gotta go work out with my bros!" Immediately running back inside to get ready to workout like you have been for multiple years.
You loved working out with your bros they were your everything to you and you couldn't be happier. The shy nerdy you was long gone and your life finally fit your body. And to make sure of that you posted another post-workout selfie to your social medias.
" Gains 💪💪💪💪"
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Singer!Reader P3
⇒ Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
⇒ My Hero Academia
⇒ Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hado
⇒ The reader is a singer in the MHA universe and these are the students reactions to being Y/N's fan!
Izuku Midoriya!
Such a fanboy! He is such a huge fan and loves watching your latest interviews and performances online!!
Knows all of your songs by heart! Loves singing/humming along when he's by yourself
I can picture him copying some of your performances like dance moves or just how you act on stage
Lots of merch!! Lots of posters, signed items as well!!
While I do think he will own some clothing items, he doesn't wear them often because he cherishes it a lot
When he does make the time to attend to one of your concerts or signings, his face becomes very red and flustered and starts stuttering. You've ran into him a few times and there was no way you'd forget the green-haired boy since you found his nervousness very cute
Ochaco Uraraka
Absolutely adores you!
While she can't exactly afford to go to any of your concerts or even get lots of merch of yours, she does find other ways to support you and show her love for you
Whether that be watching all of your interviews, meetings, online performances and singing along
Her friends have definitely spoiled her on her birthday with your merchandise which she was very happy for that she actually cried
They were able to get a limited edition poster which you had signed with, "you're my hero Uraraka!"; hence why she broke out in tears
After all, being a hero was hard work and she tended to neglect her own feelings and well being.
She keeps the poster up in her dorm room on the ceiling above her bed so it's something she sees everytime she wakes up and goes to sleep
It was a gentle reminder that she was important, especially to you even if you had billions of fans, you loved every single one of them individually.
Tenya Iida
We already know this man's only passion is being a hero and saving people That is until his friends discovered how passionate he was for your music as well!
"Y/N?? Yes I know their music" Least to say everyone was shocked. He happily showed off his album collection of you, ranging from limited edition themed albums, to plain regular albums. He also had them on all types of mediums (records, CDs, digital, you name it he had it)
Definitely robot dancing in the crowd every times he attends your concerts, you've caught glimpses of his moves a few times since it's really hard to miss
It has made you laugh a lot ever since you've seen it, and he's pretty memorable in your eyes
Another reason why you remember him so well is because he's always at your fan-meets and signings. Like I said, the sort of robotic movement he has isn't hard to forget
I don't really see him having lots of clothing merch for you, rather just strictly collectibles so everyone can see how much he values you
He absolutely loves how much effort and work you put into everything you release, so that's why he always snatches it as soon as it comes out so you know it's worthwhile
Mirio Togata
What can he say? He's just so proud to be your biggest fan!
Owns a bunch of merch from t-shirts, albums, photo cards and stickers!
While I can see him more as a muted fan, meaning he doesn't go off on people about how great you are he does adore you a lot!
Has playlists for different moods just like Hado! Except they're mainly for studying and working out!
He's a bit bashful when he gets to meet you, you found it to be very endearing!
His lock screen on his phone is literally a picture of the two of you together that you took during a fan meet! He was definitely first in line as he had been waiting way before the doors even opened!
You were like a light in his life, how could he not be excited by your very prescence?!
Tamaki Amajiki
More of a reserved quiet fan! Even his friends weren't aware that he was a huge fan of you.
He loves listening to your latest songs during his patrols or while he's working out! Something about your melodic voice seems to ease him all the time.
When Mirio and Hado found out that he was a fan of you, they immediately took him to one of your concerts! Poor guy couldn't stand all the people at the venue.
Especially when you made eye contact with him! He immediately turned red and his soul left his body.
To which you felt bad that you caused the poor boy to faint so you gifted him a signed poster as well as a little get well soon card!
It's the only thing he owns of you merch wise since it has special sentimental value!
Nejire Hado
Always asking everyone if they like you or have heard of your songs! And if the answer to either or is no, she would proceed to hook them up with lots of songs!
While I don't see Hado owning any clothing merch, she does have posters and collects albums as well as fan cards of you!
I can definitely see her having several different playlists fitting different moods just from your songs! As well as running her own little fan account about you!
Loves loves LOVES attending every event you are at! A concert? Shes there. A fan meeting? She's there. She also buys a bunch of limited edition merch and VIP passes so you know her well!
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Never Leave Me...
SUMMARY: Katsuki had a nightmare involving your death. How will you get him to cheer back up?
WORD COUNT: 600+
WARNINGS: Nightmares, Katsuki getting scared, mentions of you dying (in a dream), Katsuki being clingy, Katsuki being somewhat suggestive at the end (but uh nothing happens, I swear-), you comforting Kacchan.
A/N: This is mostly because I had a nightmare that my (online) crushes died- and also stuff happened to them that may trigger some people- but like- two people died and that made me really sad (and I was crying when I woke up too) so uh- yeah- fun- (I blame watching JoJo last night-)
A/N PART 2: Originally posted here.
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Katsuki froze slightly, eyes wide, disbelieving. What... He listened to the news, trembling slightly. A villain took revenge on you...? Why... This couldn't be happening. You couldn't be dead, right...? A small noise escaped him as he collapsed on the floor of his and your shared apartment. No... He shook his head slightly, even as a muffled whimper escaped him, whole body shaking now.
He hated this. He hated feeling so weak. Why did you have to die...? He bit his lip lightly, shaking. He felt gentle hands on his shoulder, shaking him, but he ignored it; Soon, his eyes fluttered open to meet your gentle ones.
You were... Anxious, to say the least. Why was Katsuki acting like this, so... Scared, almost? Did he have a bad dream?
You let out a soft gasp as his arms quickly wrapped around you, being pulled in to his chest. You relented, knowing that you weren't strong enough to pull yourself away unless he let you. "Katsuki... What's wrong?" You asked softly, moving to play with a bit of his hair to try to calm him down.
He instantly relaxed at your touch, a small murmur of contentment escaping him. At your words, however, he froze. "...It's nothing..." He mumbled softly, nuzzling in to you a bit.
"It's clearly not nothing. Katsuki, tell me what's wrong." You sighed a little, gently kissing his lips.
He let out a soft grumble as he leaned in to your kiss. "...Fine." He never could stop you from getting what you wanted. "You were the only one who could do this to him, really. "I... Had a bad dream. Nightmare, really."
"Well I can tell that." You let out a gentle laugh. "What happened in your nightmare?"
At your words, he slowly started trembling. "Well... Uh, you got k-killed by some stupid villain who wanted revenge... And, I- I just don't know what I'll do if something like that actually happens to you..." His voice cracked, nuzzling in to your shoulder as he started crying softly.
Your eyes softened ever so slightly as you watched him, gently rubbing his back. "Shh... It's okay, Katsu, I promise. You won't lose me. Remember, you made me take all those self-defense/fighting lessons. I'll be fine." You were touched to see how much he cared about you, and how he was literally crying at the thought of losing you. You had never seen this side of him... You'd seen him when he was being possessive, playful, loving, but never like this, almost broken inside with the pain.
The ash-blonde male looked at you with a shaky sigh. "I- I know that, but still..." He mumbled softly, moving to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "I just don't ever want to lose you. I love you..."
You blinked, surprise clear in your eyes. Yeah, you had always told him that you loved him, but this was the first time that he had actually said it. "I love you too." You smiled a little more, kissing him again as your hands ran through his hair. "Don't worry, Katsuki. I promise you don't have to worry about me dying. And anyways, you're such a good hero... I know you'll be able to save me, whatever happens."
Katsuki smiled a little. "Trying to make my ego higher?" He teased, nudging you gently.
"Mm, maybe... But, it's true, right?" You laughed a little, glad that he was over his bad mood.
He nodded a little with a soft hum, gently pushing you on to the bed and nuzzling in to your shoulder. "If you want, I can show you how much I love you..."
"Katsuki."
"Kidding, kidding."
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a childhood friend || katsuki bakugo x reader
summary: you meet your childhood friend katsuki again
warning: not proofread as always and swearing
He could feel his head pacing in his chest, running wildly at the thought of what's about to happen.
Katsuki Bakugo, top two ProHero Dynamight, never gets nervous.
Well, in any other time besides this one.
You see, he will be meeting you for dinner in just a few minutes. You, his neighbor and his childhood friend, who came home after years of living abroad with your parents.
The neighbor's only child who spent hours badgering him about his All Might shirt. The annoying kid who got their quirk first after barely reaching four. The child who could only walk to the train station with him and take another, since you were enrolled in another school. The kid who he would see eating the snacks his mother laid out for him after school.
The annoying friend he had that didn't talk about how cool his quirk was but always reminded him that you got yours much earlier, making you the cooler one. The childhood friend who dreamt loudly beside him.
The person who he hated for a few years because you had to leave. The childhood friend who he complains to e-mailing but does it anyway because he can't stand not replying to you. The one of the few people who had the privilege of being followed and befriended by the incredibly elusive Katsuki Bakugo online - the sole reason why he bothered being online in the first place.
It was a quiet day in his agency when you sent him a photo of your plane ticket, telling him you'd be coming home for a few days, and it would be amazing to see him soon. His hands became too sweaty that if you look back at his reply, there were a few spelling mistakes.
His every step was heavy, Bakugo was trying to settle a debate within himself that it would be okay. But because of your departure, he realized how the distance felt like torture to him. He was so used to you being so close that he wanted to keep you home, which of course he wouldn't force on you if you don't want to.
When he sat in the table that he reserved especially for you, Bakugo straightened out his suit which he had to buy specifically for this occasion. He ran his hand through his hair, accidentally burning one of the blond spikes due to the uncontrollable sweat in his palm, and he cursed internally.
He was too nervous to see you.
"Katsuki!"
You two never really called so he didn't expect how different your voice sounded like after puberty. How could simply hearing you say his name like that make him even more nervous than he already was?
"You're late, idiot." He said in the same rude Katsuki Bakugo way that you knew so well. You've spent years hearing his annoyed tone that you knew full well how he often masked his kind intentions behind that surly facade.
"I missed you too." You countered, taking a seat across him. Your flight was tiring but you had to see Bakugo immediately. After leaving Japan, you have missed him dearly. There is no one like him and there was always something about the way he responded to your quick remarks that is so endearing. You took the menu from the waiter and smiled, "Ah! I'm starving!"
Bakugo rolled his eyes as he accepted the menu. He already knew what he'd have, as he has been to this restaurant a few times. Hell would freeze over before he brings you somewhere that he hasn't tried and tested before. So he took the time to glance over at you from his menu, noting how your then short hair grew out to be such pretty locks. He also never noticed the color of your eyes - have they always been that hypnotizing color?
You flickered you gaze over at Bakugo who instantly withdrew his attention from you and started telling the waiter his choice. You chuckled softly, "Why were you staring at me like that, Katsuki?"
"Because you were taking too damn long, you idiot. I'm famished." He tried to come up with a good excuse.
But the thing about a lying Katsuki Bakugo is that the tips of his ears turn red. And boy, are they in the deepest shade you've ever seen.
You were feeling nice today so you let it go. He probably didn't know how to say he missed you so you just changed the subject.
"How have you been, Katsuki?" You said after you ordered. With the waiter out of the way, you were sure that Katsuki would feel more comfortable, less guarded.
"Got nothin' to tell you." He grumbled as he propped his elbow on the table and rested his cheek with his palm, "You always have a lot of stories, you tell me."
You didn't need prodding to start with your own stories which Katsuki appreciated. He was never the talker and having someone who talks too much made sure there was no awkward silences.
You told him about stories from your high school, how you got accepted to your dream school, and how after graduation, you got the job you've first applied to and developed so much as a person in the field you chose.
Katsuki saw how much you've grown. You used to be just a dreamer, a kid who simply talked big, but now, you've made all your dreams into a reality. Into your reality.
He just wondered, with all of the glam and glamour in your world, would he still be welcome?
"You sure are doing a lot." He commented after you paused to take a breath. "Why are you back here if you're so busy?"
You pouted, "I missed you! Is that not enough reason to come back home?" But when he grimaced, you laughed, "I have a business to attend to and I thought of seeing you first!"
The idea that he was the first person you met after landing made his heart melt.
"But enough about me, you're the bigshot ProHero around here!" You picked up your fork and knife when food finally arrived. "You never tell me anything over e-mail. I still can't believe you'd rather send me an e-mail over voice chats, Katsuki."
He wanted to. Katsuki just didn't know how to react to hearing your voice.
You make him extremely nervous.
"Buy a newspaper. Go online. You can read all about me there." He shrugged. Bakugo didn't want the conversation to be about him. He wanted to hear more about you. "You can talk my ear off, why are you so intent in asking about me?"
"I've told you all about me. I haven't heard anything from you. How are your parents?" You asked. You were young when you left and Katsuki's parents didn't have social media accounts for you to keep in contact with them. The only connection you had in Japan was just Katsuki, your entire world was back abroad.
The large blond shrugged and your eyes wandered over to his bigger stature. When you were younger, you were much taller than he was but now, you knew he would tower over you. His voice was also deeper, although you've heard him whenever people get a rare chance of interviewing him.
But he still remained to be that young boy you knew so well. The boy you missed. The boy you-
"Marry me?" He scrunched up his nose as you two made your way to the train station.
It was bright and early in the morning and you popped him the question. It hasn't occured to you yet what marriage meant. To you, it meant having to live in one house together with someone. "Yeah! Won't that be cool?"
But what would you know? You were six.
Thinking about it now made you smile a bit, it was naive. It was childish.
"What are you smiling at?" The blond paused in his story about how his mother kept on badgering him to call on a daily basis. You weren't listening and he noticed.
"Nothing. I just remembered a memory." You didn't want to bring up such an old tale but it made you wonder, what was his answer? He never actually gave you one, did he?
But before you ask, you wanted to know if you won't be treading dangerous grounds.
"Are you seeing anyone?" There was nothing on the news, not that you checked.
Katsuki blushed softly and rolled his eyes, "What kind of fuckin' question is that? I'm not even dating."
For some reason that made you happy.
"Why aren't you even dating, Katsuki?"
"I was waiting for you."
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Magic Spells
Customers occasionally get it into their heads that there are certain words and phrases which, if deployed correctly, will completely override all training, policies, and practices, and get you to do what they want, with a 100% success rate, as if by magic. As an example:
Mother's Day is right around the corner. And already, we have people making reservations for that day. In fact, I think we might already be booked up for that day. But I digress. Mother's Day, as always, is on a Sunday. On Sundays, the restaurant is only open for lunch: We stop seating at 2:30, and the kitchen closes at 3:00. It has been this way for the better part of a decade at this point, and both the website and our reservation system clearly state this. Well, someone called up to try to get a table on Mother's Day. Not a small one, either. The conversation went something like this:
Customer: I tried making a reservation online for Mother's Day, and the system wouldn't let me.
Manager: I'll see if I can help you with that. How many people, and at what time?
Customer: It's for 20 people, at 7:00.
Manager: I'm sorry, but the restaurant is only open for lunch on Sundays; we will be closing at around 3:00 that day.
Customer: So you're not staying open, even though it's a holiday?
Manager: We are not, no. If you'd like, I'll see if we can fit you in earlier, but we won't be open when you wanted to come in.
Customer: Are you refusing my business?
And here it is. "Are you refusing my business?" is, in the minds of the customers, a Magic Spell. If you say this, then what is supposed to happen is, the manager will say, "Of course not! Let me book a reservation for the restaurant that would normally be handed over to the banquet department, on a day that we are already fully booked, four hours after closing time, in violation of every policy that we have in place!"
Fortunately, it does not work. But it does provide an interesting glimpse into the mind of the customer.
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Hi! I came across your blog and thought you might be able to help - I haven't really explored the D/S dynamic too deeply yet, and I've always thought I should save it for a man I'm in a fully committed relationship with, but I'm starting to wonder - what are your thoughts on trying things out online just to work out my comfort level first?
Hi!
Sorry, I read your ask the other day and told myself I'd reply a bit later and then forgot.
I have to start by saying I feel biased on two accounts. One, I have only ever explored D/s with CD, who I was in a committed relationship with for a long time before we discovered D/s, and it's worked out well for me so I have a bias in favor of that 'path'.
Second, having this tumblr blog, I've heard from subs who are having dating trouble a lot, and a lot of them were hurt by people they were doing D/s with online. In particular, it seems common for online D/s to turn out to be that the dom is secretly married, the dom secretly has other subs, and/or the original plan is to eventually close the distance and move in together, but when time comes for that to actually happen, it doesn't happen because one person or the other gets cold feet. My personal interpretation is that sometimes people are drawn to online dating because it is less "involved", and they find security in that, or something? I think for some people online dating is actually preferable to them vs in person. Which is totally fine if that's what both people want. But if one person is doing the online thing temporarily, with an aching desire to have one person move to the other...and the other person is pretty content with the online-only thing or occasional visits? That can be a pretty big incompatibility. I don't think people are always aware of it, either....so it's not like they're manipulating someone on purpose, necessarily. They may enjoy talking about 'someday we'll live near each other' and the realization that they don't actually want it may only come once the agreed upon deadline gets close.
So all of those things lead me personally to think that dating "IRL" is a better route...but of course starting online works out well for some couples. And there are risks with dating in any way you go about it, of course. It's just a matter of which risks feel more or less tolerable to you, I think?
As far as finding out your comfort level...I personally would wonder if online would really be similar enough to give you an accurate idea of what your comfort zone would be in a relationship in person? It seems to me like you might feel a lot different doing things "in real life" in front of someone than you would online. I can see for some people, doing things online may make it feel awkward, so they'd have a lot more limits than they might in person...and for others it may be the opposite, where in the privacy of their own room they could feel really uninhibited, but in person they'd be far more reserved.
Also for me, I know that my limits with CD are largely based on the trust we've built up over the years. So if you're considering trying a more casual online relationship but hoping it'll give you insight into what you'd be comfortable with in a committed relationship, it may not be very similar.
I feel like this is all sounding a bit negative and that isn't my intention. I do think it works fine for some people, but it comes with it's risks and isn't for everyone so I guess I'm just sharing my thoughts in case they're helpful somehow?
I hope you find what you're looking for. :)
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6 months. It’s been 6 fucking months since the news broke that the Duke wasn’t coming back. You people are so fucking annoying. The rest of of us are just trying to wait for season 2 and you bat shit crazy “fans” still refuse to move on. I can’t imagine how the cast feels, especially Jonathan Bailey when they see comments like yours. Instead of just accepting that your precious RJP refused to come back, you annoying Karens take your frustrations out on the remaining cast who are just trying to do their jobs. Fuck you
Hey, Congratulations on being the first Anon who's ever said the word Fuck in my ask box. You get an actual reply because what can I say, today I'm feeling relaxed enough to tolerate drama for just a little bit.
First of all talking about me, I like Rege Jean Page and all but... He's not my type. I am allowed to like some actors without being obsessed with them.
My fanatic behavior at least in this Tumblr user is reserved for Jonathan Bailey, as in.. he's the one I'd pay money to see if Netflix auctioned an autograph session with him to raise funds for Season 2. Because in Johnny's case, I happen to like the character, his love interest and the actor. Which is a trifecta very few people can manage to hit for me.
So as far as being a fanatic of RJP, you're kinda barking up the wrong tree. He's a great actor and a wonderful human as far as I saw in his interviews, seeing him as a cameo in S2 would make me really happy. But that's as far as my admiration gets.
For example, speaking as a female gaze viewer I'd never objectify Rege Jean Page, he's not my type, if I had to objectify someone from Bridgerton it would be Jonathan Bailey which I have (a little bit okay! It was just once or twice! He's perfect don't judge me)
And fyi the only actor I'd ever consider going full Karen 'fanatic posters on my wall rabid style of fan behavior' for is Benedict Cumberbatch. Specifically Benedict Cumberbatch's incarnation of Dr Strange in the Marvel Cinematic Universe (Strange Supreme love you my problematic fave!! Marry me beautiful man 😘😘🥰😍). I didn't even feel that way for Chris Hemsworth Thor or Chadwick Boseman's T'challa, take from that what you will.
And second of all Anon...
You seem to be dealing with some unresolved anger issues in real life that are showing themselves in your interactions with strangers online. I chose to answer this ask because you sound like you could really use a venting seession about a real life issue and are just taking it out on the first small thing you can pick apart online...
Which usually means that your real life issue is causing you a lot of frustration and isn't as easy to solve. Well it's technically not as easy to solve as just telling some random girl on Tumblr to fuck off right?. I get it, you don't know me For all you know I'm just a profile picture on a screen, which makes it easier to say things like that without considering that the person behind the screen might also have issues too.
You could hurt someone with those knives if you keep flinging them around stranger, careful how you aim them. Just because I wasn't hurt doesn't mean someone else won't be when they read something similar in their ask box.
Whatever you're going through, that you're fixating on something so small and easily deletable in the internet, I know you probably don't talk about it and I'm guessing that if you did a little soul searching you'd come to the conclusion that underneath all the anger that your situation is causing you there is a feeling of helplessness you can't stand, and underneath that? Fear. (Of being alone? Of rejection? Death? I don't know, you're a stranger on the internet to me anon)
All I know is that if you don't have someone to vent to, it must suck.
So do us both a favor and stop kidding yourself about the Rege Jean Page thing being a real issue you absolutely need to deal with and focus on doing some real healing. You obviously need it.
(Oh and about that Fuck You... Here's the thing, with all that frustration going on, I'd be surprised if you are actually getting regular sexual intercourse, so I'd suggest working on that too)
#I chose drama today apparently#lol some anons really#live and let live Anon#whoever you are anon try talking to someone#not tagging this as Bridgerton related because Anon's issues are not Bridgerton related
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