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alotofpockets · 1 month

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The set up | Alessia Russo x Reader

Where your best friend Gio sets you up with his sister.

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“Come on, just let me set you up with one more girl.” Your best friend begged, making you roll your eyes. He loved trying to set you up, but nothing ever really came from it. “Like your other set ups worked so well.”

“Please, just one more before I head off to Bali. I can’t leave you here all on your own.” Oh he could be so annoying. “I have friends besides you Gio, you know that right?" You give him a friendly shove.

“Y/n, she’s totally your type. Just give me one more chance.” You knew when he was putting up his best puppy eyes, that you weren’t going to be able to say no. “Fine, but it will be your going away present, so don’t expect anything else.”

You checked your phone one more time to check if you had gotten the right restaurant, a reservation for two under the name Russo he had said. Why he had used his name instead of yours was a mystery to you, but that mystery quickly unravelled when you saw the girl that was sitting at the table the waiter was leading you to.

“Lessi?” The girl looked up with confusion written all over your face, just like yourself. “Hey y/n/n, what are you doing here?”

“Well, apparently Gio tried setting me up with you.” Alessia chuckled, “Of course he did.” You hesitate for a moment, which Alessia seems to notice. “Sit, this place has amazing food. Plus Gio is paying for the whole thing.” Now it was your turn to laugh. “How did you manage that?”

You settle into your seat while Alessia tells you how she convinced her brother to pay for the whole date. Alessia was right, the menu had some great choices, as you looked through them you wondered why Gio would set you up with his sister, was this one of his jokes, or was he serious about this?

"So, how have you been?" Alessia asks, breaking the brief silence. "I feel like it's been ages since we caught up properly." You had met Gio back in college, and had known his whole family for ages.

“It really has been a while, hasn’t it? I’m doing well. I got promoted at work which prompted my move to London, they offered me a managing position at their location here. I’ve been getting used to the changes, home and work wise, but overall I’m really happy with the change. How have you been? Has Arsenal been treating you well?” Now that you think of it, you hadn’t been to one of her matches since made the move to Arsenal. You often joined Gio and the Russo family on seeing Alessia play for either club or country, having watched her grow from a college athlete to this phenomenal professional player.

Alessia tells you all about her move to London and her time at Arsenal so far over the pizza’s that you both ordered. It had actually been really nice hanging out with the girl one on one, something you hadn’t done all too often.

When both your plates are empty, you don’t want to leave yet but you know you’ll have to say goodnight because you have work in the morning. “This was really nice Less, would you want to do it again some time?” You didn’t know how the blonde was looking at this set up as an actual date, or just as friends catching up, but as the evening came to an end you realised just how much you had enjoyed her company, and how much you would like to go out with her again.

“I had a great time, and I would love to do it again sometime, it’s a date.” Your heart warmed at the words ‘it’s a date’, glad to hear that she was feeling the same way. “Do you want to mess with Gio a bit?” She suggested, and she told you her plan after you agreed.

You step into Gio’s apartment without an invitation to come in, or saying hello. “Your sister? You set me up with your sister?” You tried your hardest not to smile. His eyes widened, “I really thought you guys would hit it off, and if not it would just be funny.” You shake your head and walk out of the door again. As you get in your car you quickly send Alessia a text.

Y/n: Part one of the plan has been executed :)

The next day you eagerly await Alessia’s text, after lunch your phone finally buzzes with a message from her.

Alessia: Part two is in motion!

You smile at the message, imagining what Alessia has cooked up, as she was clearly enjoying pranking her brother as much as you were.

The plan was to make Gio believe he messed up with setting the two of you up, while actually you already had your second date planned.

The second date was even better than the first one, instead of sitting down at a restaurant you went to an arcade. When you headed in the bustling arcade filled your ears, as Alessia led you right to the first game. “Ready to get crushed?” A sparkle behind her eyes told you enough about how tonight was going to go. “Bring it on.” You said back with determination.

You smirk as you get ball after ball in the basket, Alessia was doing well too, but your points were definitely going up quicker. When the timer ends, you have almost double the points she has. Alessia looks over in disbelief. “Less, how did your brother and I get to know each other?” She thinks for a moment before it finally dawns on her, you were both on the basketball team in college. “Okay, so that game doesn’t count because there was an unfair advantage. Let’s move on.”

She takes your hand and drags you to a new game, where the both of you are just as competitive. The wins were divided more now, her being better at some games, and you better at others. All in all, you had a great time.

At the end of the night she invited you to come see her play on Sunday, an offer you gladly accepted. It had really been too long since you had seen her play, and you were interested to see how her playing style had changed since she joined the new club.

She walked you to your front door, “You’ll be at the airport tomorrow as well right?” You nod, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Gio was leaving for Bali tomorrow, and his family and a couple of his closest friends were coming to wave him off. Since you had stormed out of his apartment, the two of you were good again, but he still had no idea that you and Alessia had started dating.

Before she turns around to get to her car, she leans in and pecks your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You kiss her again, wanting her with you a little longer. “Goodnight Less, text me when you get home?” With a nod and another quick kiss, you watch her drive off.

The next day you meet the Russo family at the airport. No one wanted to say goodbye, but you knew you had to since Gio had a plane to catch so you stepped up first. You give him a big hug, “I’m going to miss you, Gio. Have an amazing trip, and send me all the updates please.”

Gio noticed the two of you embracing, and started smirking instantly. He walked up to the two of you. “I knew it!” You rolled your eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, you finally set me up with a good one.” He hugged the both of you. “I’m very happy for you both. Take care of each other while I’m away?” With a promise that you would, he went off to board his plane.

After you, more of Gio’s friends went ahead and said their goodbye’s, and last but not least, his family did as well. Alessia stepped back from saying bye with teary eyes, the goodbye being emotional for the family. She walked right towards you, and you wrapped your arms around her in comfort, no longer caring about the little plan you had made.

Carol walked up to the two of you, “Want to join us for dinner tonight, sweetheart?” You looked over to Alessia to make sure she was okay with you saying yes to her mom. When she agreed with a nod and a smile, you told Carol you would love to.

When Gio landed you were still at the Russo’s, and you Gio had added you all to a group chat called ‘Bali updates for the fam’, you smiled at the way he included you with his family, as the five of you watched his video showing you all the hotel room he would spend the first night.

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cheapshrimpysheep · 1 year

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No Kisses - Demon Brothers

SUMMARY: After tasting a Solomon's dish, your lips got infected. It's nothing serious, but it's contagious. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips heal. How do they react to the wait?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluf; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

COMMENTS: I finally thought of something to write with the Obey Me! characters! Recently I got angular cheilitis. My lips are very dry. Nothing too serious, but that's what gave me the idea to write this.

I hope you enjoy. ;)

P.S.: Here’s the version with the Side Characters: No Kisses - Side Characters

CONTEXT: You couldn't get rid of tasting Solomon's new dish. He looked so proud and happy about it. And it didn't look as... deadly as the others. It was salty, but not too bad. The problem came later, your lips became drier than usual and small cuts formed on them. He was worried and apologized profusely.

The doctor told you it was nothing serious and gave you an ointment to put on your lips. But what you had was contagious through kissing. So you decide not to kiss anyone until your lips are completely healed.

Lucifer understands and appreciates your thoughtfulness. He also mentions something about making Solomon pay for it. He hides his sadness at not being able to kiss you for a week or more very well.

Protective as he is, he can be a little annoying as he always reminds you to put on the ointment. He will cook for you. He will make foods that don't require you to open your mouth too much so you don't force the now fragile elasticity of your lips. He'll probably also offer to put the ointment on your lips himself. And he’ll tell you not to worry because he will be very careful not to get infected.

He will still kiss you on the cheek or forehead. And be very sad to remember that he can't kiss your lips too. But of course, he doesn't show that.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. The only time his face will show what he truly feels about the situation. A mixture of sadness for not being able to kiss you and for seeing your beautiful lips dry and cut. And anger at Solomon for doing that to you.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he will move closer and lift your chin to get a better look at your lips. He takes off his glove to run his thumb over your lips and check that they are healthy.

He will smile and not waste any more time to kiss you. Starts off affectionate but quickly escalates to a longing kiss. When your lips part he says: “I missed you. Now we can make up for the lost time.”

Super Sulky! Mammon can't hide for nothing how upset he is about that situation. He'll constantly bad-mouthing and curse Solomon until your lips heal.

You can still let him kiss your cheeks. But he'll forget about your infected lips and you'll have to be the one to stop him from kissing them. You’ll cover his mouth and see his eyes pouting. He'll sulk, mumble more curses at Solomon and hug you even tighter. Like a child hugging his teddy bear for consolation.

When he sees your face of discomfort while eating, he´ll offer to cook something else for you or cut your food into even smaller pieces. What do you mean it's like he's treating you like a child? He just want to help! Don't think that of him. That wasn't his intention!

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping and pout. He is sad for you because you are the one with the lips like that and if a kiss from him could transfer all your pain to him, he would kiss you without thinking twice. Why did you taste Solomon's food? You big dummy...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Really? Are you sure?” and he will laugh happily. “Good! That's great! But no eatin’ Solomon’s food again, ya ear me?” You thank him for taking care of you and he'll blush a little. “Well, ya better be! Do you know how hard it was to resist to kiss you?... Well, no need for that now right? Come here~”

OH! THE TRAGEDY!!! Why? Why you and not him? If there were lips that should be cursed, it was his, not yours! Not your wonderful ones! ... Levi... chill... It's not like this is permanent. Please calm him down.

He will offer to cook for you. Making sure he cooks and cuts the food so as not to strain your now-fragile lips too much. Don't be surprised if he takes this opportunity to make themed foods. He'll probably even offer to feed you. (I'm remembering one of the first lessons from the original game)

He's always been the type to hesitate to kiss your lips, so this part wasn't so bad for him. But you not being able to kiss even one of his cheeks? He was sure he was being punished. At least you could still hug each other.

If you sleep together, and he's already past the face of being freaked out about that, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Lips so wonderful and loving, now so dry and cut. It was blasphemy. And worse, it hurts you. You didn't deserve that. If only he could do something. But no, he was useless as usual...

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so: “Are you really sure? Do not rush the healing process.” To show him you're confident your lips are back to normal, you shower him with kisses and thank him for all the caring. His face turns completely red while he says he didn't do anything. You better shut him up with a kiss before he starts saying that he actually thought he was useless.

Satan is so pissed at Solomon! That bastard! Doing something like this to you. His anger is only tempered by the fact that he knows Solomon would never do this to you on purpose.

He'll read every possible book about anything related to your infection. He wants to gather all the information possible to take the best care of you. He’ll study the components of the ointment the doctor gave you if he has to. Our if he thinks he has to.

He will also offer to cook for you. He will look for the best recipes to comfort your sore lips. And he'll ask you if it's good and if it doesn't hurt your lips.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. He's more worried about you, about the possible pain you might be feeling, than about the fact that he can't feel your kiss for so long. Of course he's sad about it too, but he knows it's only temporary. Your lips were so good for him, and now they are like this, dry and cut. The anger for Solomon comes back when he thinks about it.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead even if you can't reciprocate. But then he'll remember something he read in a book once: a kiss where people don't use their lips, but their nose, and you can do that. But not in front of his brothers!

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he might already know that too. After all, he had been studying about the infection and had some idea of when your lips could be healed. You give him one of those nose kisses, thanking him for taking care of you. “Well, if you want to thank me... you can now thank me in a better way again.”

Another Desperate One! What a Tragedy! How can Asmo survive without your kisses? He literally puts one hand to his chest and the back of the other to his forehead when he hears your decision not to kiss anyone.

He knows the doctor gave you an ointment, but even so, he looks for any and all products that might also help your lips. And he'll take care of the rest of you too. Paint your nails, comb your hair, give you new clothes to try on. In an attempt to divert your attention from your lips and show how wonderful you are despite that.

Your lips are hurt, it's not just any food that can touch them. So maybe he'll cook for you, or order food that he thinks won't put too much strain on your lips. And he will take the opportunity to order aesthetic foods to photograph and publish on Devilgram.

Since he can still kiss you but you can't reciprocate, he'll kiss you in double. You will feel his arms around you slightly desperate for more than just hugs. And every now and then he will also say out loud how in need of your kisses he feels. Out of all seven, he's probably the one who shows it the most.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your dry, cut lips while you're sleeping. He's so sad. He doesn't blame Solomon for his cooking, or you for tasting it. he himself sometimes gives in to Solomon's requests. So, he just looks at you like a sad puppy.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he's over the moon! He will fill you with kisses until he reaches your lips. If you let him, he will show you how much he missed them.

Beel is sad and he doesn't hide it. He looks at you like a sad puppy. No food in any of the three worlds can make up for the lack of your lips on his. But now that he thinks about it, does it hurt you when you open your mouth too wide? Oh! That's awful! He needs to take care of you and make you happy while your lips don't heal.

He can try to cook for you, but he'll have to control himself not to eat it or the ingredients before even start cooking. And if he does, he'll feel so bad! And will probably offer you his food. If the food is too big, he’ll cut it for you. With even more control not to eat it because he's already disappointed in himself for having already done it once.

He will still kiss your cheeks and forehead. And if you get excited, you'll forget about your infected lips and try to kiss them. You'll need to be the one stopping him. He will look at you sadly and apologize for forgetting.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Sad puppy eyes again. Ask the Avatar of Gluttony not to taste the lips of the person he loves the most? He could just walk away from you, out of sight out of mind. But he would never leave you when you need him. So he just needs to hang in there.

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’s like a trained dog that has been waiting for the owner to give the permission signal to eat his treat. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he'll only shower you with kisses while hugging you if you let him.

Belphie is the hardest to keep away from your lips. Because he couldn't give less of a crap. He doesn't care if his lips get infected too, he just wants your comfy lips on his. Belphie, NO!

He's too lazy to cook. If it's up to him, he prefers to order food. Or rather: just sleep together. Sleep helps to heal, and while you sleep you don't feel hungry. But if he sees you cooking, he might offer to help you.

He will keep hugging you, cuddle you, sleeping with you, kissing your cheeks, etc. Unlike others who, if they bring their lips closer to yours it's because they forgot about your infection, he will try to kiss you even knowing that. I mean, if he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other. You'll need to be the one stopping him, for his own good.

If you sleep together, he'll look at your lips while you're sleeping. Again: he doesn't care how your lips look, he wants to kiss them. If you were assertive when you said you didn't want to infect him, he will respect that. Upset, but will respect that. If you weren't assertive enough, and left room to show that you wouldn't mind if he kissed you, he'll kiss you while you sleep. “If he gets infected too, then there would be no need to not kiss each other.”

When you are sure that your lips are healed and you tell him so, he’ll be like: "Finally! Will you let me kiss you now?"

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suashii · 1 year

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୨♡୧ A FROZEN HEART THAWS — gepard landau x reader. sfw. fluff.

the bell above the entry door to the neverwinter workshop rings with gepard’s arrival. per usual, the place is void of patrons, though, to his surprise, his sister’s head of blonde and blue hair isn’t behind the center counter. he holds back an annoyed sigh—she had been the one who told him to come by during his break to retrieve earthwork and the woman was nowhere to be found. giving her the benefit of the doubt and assuming she’s working on something in the back, gepard approaches the counter and shouts out a comfortable greeting. “serval, i’m here to get my shield.”

instead of being met with serval’s normal response for him to be patient, an unfamiliar face pops out from behind the counter. your eyes widen when you see the man and you rush to push your headphones to rest behind your neck. “i’m so sorry! serval told me that it’s pretty rare for people to stop in so i wasn’t paying much attention.”

gepard’s steps slow to a stop upon your appearance. he’s never seen you here before but you seem to be quite acquainted with the place—and his sister. he’d be suspicious if you weren’t looking at him with such an innocent gaze and kind smile. it’s not an expression he has the pleasure of seeing often; he’d even go as far as saying that he found it—you— pretty. still, he can’t help but be a little confused as to who you are and what you’re doing in his sister’s shop. though, before he gets the opportunity to ask, you’re speaking again.

“coming to get something repaired?” you inquire with the slight raise of your eyebrows, but the smile never leaves your lips.

it’s then that gepard pieces everything together. for as long as the shop has been open, serval has been the only employee. the man supposes that his sister must have hired you as help recently. serval must trust you a great deal to leave you in charge in her absence.

a beat of silence passes with you gazing at gepard expectantly before he remembers that you had asked him a question. he kicks himself for standing frozen in his spot and fumbles to give you an answer.

“oh, yeah.” he nods slowly, thinking back to the query. the blonde blinks as he realizes his mistake. he shakes his head, wisps of sandy hair brushing his nose with the gesture. “wait, no! sorry-i’m here to pick something up.”

you swallow down a giggle at the man’s nervous aura. it’s charming—cute, even—to see someone who appears so distinguished stumble over their words. quietly clearing your throat, you follow up with another question. “what’s the name you left with the restoration?”

“gepard landau.” his voice is a little more stable this time around.

“ah, you’re serval’s brother!” the excitement in your tone catches gepard a little off guard but also makes his heart skip a beat. he’s not sure what’s so thrilling about you knowing his name, knowing who he is. most people do, but he’s met with a foreign feeling of satisfaction upon hearing what he thinks is your delight to cross paths with him.

not wanting to be rude, you give him your name as well. “sorry, i got a little sidetracked. you brought in your shield, right?”

gepard nods. he hopes serval was at least truthful about earthwork being ready.

“great! i’ll go grab it for you.” you point over your shoulder before turning on your heel and disappearing into the back room.

the blonde inhales a deep breath through his nose and exhales, warm air pushing past his lips. he wants to blame his abnormal uneasiness on the fact that he was expecting his sister and not you but part of him, an undeniable part of him, knows that it’s more than that. his palms wouldn’t be clammy and the tips of his ears wouldn’t be warm if it weren’t.

gepard doesn’t find himself in this state often but he’s not dumb—he knows what these nervous symptoms point to. though, before he’s able to give them a name and make them really real, a loud thump sounds in the air. arctic eyes dart to the source of the noise and he’s met with your figure in the doorway, one hand gripping the brown leather strap and the other attempting to balance the shield that’s practically towering over you.

you spare a glance his way, eyes wavering as you laugh. “this thing is a lot more intimidating when it’s vertical.”

“please, let me.” gepard rushes over to you at seeing your struggle. he mindlessly reaches out to grab the refashioned instrument case but rather than feeling the hardshell beneath the pads of his fingers, he’s met with the softness of your skin. he recoils quickly, grasping for a strap instead which he finds after some fumbling. even with the shield now balanced, the tingle he felt when coming in contact with you lingers. “sorry.”

your lips wobble as you fight back a laugh at his reaction to merely brushing your hand. “it’s okay.”

the juxtaposition of gepard’s regal attire and what used to be an instrument case makes you grin. the two things he values most—the protection of belabog and his family—collide in a curious way. still, as a music enthusiast yourself, seeing someone find a different purpose for an object that seemingly only has one job makes gepard all the more interesting to you.

as the thought crosses your mind, there’s a prickle on your knuckles where gepard’s skin had touched yours.

you want to prolong this encounter, ask him anything that might make him stick around for just a while longer but, for what feels like the first time in your life, you don’t know what to say. you can’t remember the last time someone was able to leave you speechless.

there’s something different, maybe even special, about gepard landau.

the bell above the door rings and, this time, you hear it. though, instead of being met with another patron, serval strolls in with a pleased smile pulling at her lips.

“welcome back.” you offer the woman a polite wave.

she returns the gesture before turning her attention to her brother. “i see you’ve met the newest addition to the workshop’s staff.”

a glint of mischief passes in the eyes that mirror his own. the sparkle and the smile tell him all he needs to know—his sister planned this. gepard bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from begging serval to stop meddling. the more he thinks about it, he supposes he has her to thank for sneakily arranging the meeting. he’s much too proud to tell her so.

and he doesn’t need to. the boyish blush clouding his cheeks is enough for serval.

she winks at her younger brother, patting his shoulder playfully. “don’t hesitate to stop by if anything else needs fixing. or if you’d just like to visit.”

serval says the last part with a wink.

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luffyvace · 4 months

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☆♪Ace x childhood best friend reader (who he has a crush on)☆♪

I’m trying to make my titles more appealing and fun to look at hopefully it’s working~!

(still not bothering with aesthetics this is something i personally wanna do)

For the record these are gender neutral so no worries

How y’all met? I’m not gonna go into specifics but you likely went into his territory

unless you met on one of his trips to the city for food n such

those three brothers are close and two didn’t trust easily back then

But once you make it in they’re circle there’s no backing down

from then on you always go to play with them and go on adventures together

they decided to keep you as a friend rather than a sibling

(back to present)~

ace honestly loves you because you accepted him, your cool, your (likely) strong whether that’s mentally or physically and most of all you’ve stuck by his side all this time

even him and luffy went they’re separate ways to become pirates

but you? You two met and have never separated since

you’ve literally kept your promise not to leave unlike no other

your always there

finally he has someone in his corner

and someone as cool as you?? How could he not fall in love 😍😍

Really he figured it out while just spacing out one day real early

like early enough to see the sunrise

he was just staring off, scouting just in case, although his mind was mostly on you

he laughed to himself thinking about memories of you two

and even more so that your still here

he noticed how nervous he now was to talk to you when you got up

he had a funny feeling in his stomach, his hands/breathing was jittery and he kept running his hand through his hair, trying to fight a smile

he was so incredibly nervous yet excited to see you!!

but why?! Today’s an ordinary day!

what is he some kind of love sick puppy?!…

lovesick?

LOVE???

WAIT WHAT THE CRAP HE NEVER CONSIDERED THAT!!

wait….no way, right?? He’s in love??

bro WHAT?! HE’S IN LOVE??

he’s..in love with (name)

wow…all this time he never even thought of that

NOW HE REALIZES HOW FLIRTY HE’S BEEN WITH YOU?!

it wasn’t even intentional!!

and now that he realizes it…….he always has the funny feeling every time he talks to you!

and his heart spikes when you call him!

bro…..wow.

*sits there in realization for the next hour*

how he acts when he has a crush:

Honestly he’s just trying to impress you and make you happy in every way

he acts chivalrous, paying for all the diners you stop at, opening doors, pulling out chairs, reminding you of things, grabbing your coat, doing you favors (ones you didn’t ask for but appreciate)

yes this is all very cliche and cheesy but you can’t go wrong with that right??

I mean…does it look like he knows how to love?! 😀

he never met either of his parents!! 😬🤦‍♀️

bro is trying his best okay?? 🤷‍♀️

he playfully shows off

he does it in a way that’s not annoying too, it doesn’t feel like he’s bragging when he does it

”hurrrr look at my big musclessss! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ”

LOLLL

he does it in a way that makes you laugh so it seems more like a joke

he gets you meaningful trinkets and stuff he remembers you like/said your wanted

when you two join the WBP

he also asks Marco and Izo for advice on how to act around you (just act normal bro)

as well as whitebeard!!

Thatch too

he rambled to literally everyone except you about you

then he has to beg and do favors for them not to tell you all the cheesy/embarrassing things he says

goodness Ace 🤦‍♀️

he goes around like a love sick puppy for a few weeks ranting about you and celebrating about becoming a man (😂💗)

but then when Marco asks when he’s gonna ask you out….

Ace FREAKS out.

like he literally forgot about that part-

IS IT TOO LATE?! DID YOU ALREADY FIND ANOTHER MAN??-

wait you two are childhood best friends you would’ve told him 🤨

oh.

okay well great!-

now……how does he confess?🧍‍♀️

seriously he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t know what to say, do or give you

OR where to do it OR when OR if he’s even good enough OR if you won’t like him..

WAIT WHAT IF HE’S NOT A GOOD ENOUGH BOYFRIEND?!

wait..WHAT IF YOU DON’T LOVE HIM BACK⁉️

He’s feels like giving up already😞

theres so many women/men in the world why would you want some lost parentless pirate who questions his existence…

now when he goes to Marco and says all that he just laughs at him and calls him emo 😊

no but in all seriousness he brings Ace back to his senses and reminds him about what if you DO love him back 😏

😮🤩🤩

he forgot all about that!- (😀)

WAIT WHAT IF YOU DO LIKE HIM BACK!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING!!

him and Marco run to find izo and have a bro meeting immediately

which happens and the three immediately start planning the confession >:3

they put they’re heads together to conjure something they know you’d like but doesn’t seem too sappy

his confession !! 🤩

the next time the ship stops at an island he takes you to a calm beach area where you relax and have some fun all day

your nakama are around but it mostly just seem like the world is just you and Ace right now

midday is when Ace strikes!

this was izo’s idea

no! it’s not because if he had to wait the next day to interact with you as his girlfriend he wouldn’t get any sleep >:(

Ace brought the topic to your childhood past together as you ate lunch and at some point you didn’t notice he transitioned to how he feels about you and how much he cares about you and that it would be everything to him if you became his girlfriend.

now it’s your turn to ‘WAIT WHAT’ :)

that was so smooth!

you didn’t even notice he was trying to confess until the end!

Wow did that surprise you!

at least your muscles were still working so that you could nod your head because you certainly didn’t know what to say!

____________「what do you say?」____________

____________Yes. No.____________ ＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿＿ (mini bonus): if you aspired to be a pirate, simply don’t mind or would like to support his dream, you joined the spade pirates! (Which obviously gets consumed into the whitebeard pirates, but hey your captain made the decision so you don’t mind). If your strong he’ll make you vice captain since your his first ever nakama. <3 otherwise you might be the navigator, medic or something else your good at! Likely not something that puts you in immediate danger though. He worries about the ones he loves leaving him too much for that.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED LOVLIES !! 🦋🦋

I need to write about ace more but I also needs get past the impel down arc but I also don’t (spoiler) wanna watch his death but I also wanna see more of his backstory and finish one piece and- ｡.:*｡.:*💥 _:(´o`」 ∠): …… d(￣￣) - I’m good

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for making my sister change before we went to our cousin’s wedding?

Right, so I (25f) am currently guardian for my sister (16f) because her school is nearer where I live than our parents. She lives with me, sees our parents at weekends/holidays and stuff. My parents pay me rent for her staying here, covering living expenses and stuff. So, my sister and I have a bit more of a parental figure/child relationship than a normal sibling one. We’re chill most of the time, but she’s really annoyed with me over this, and I’m questioning whether I did the right thing.

So, our cousin (31m) was getting married last month, and he and his new husband wanted to have quite a relaxed wedding. What they did specify though was that people should be in “whatever formal attire was most comfortable for you” on the invitations.

I asked my sister if she wanted to come do wedding attire shopping (be that a dress or a suit or whatever) with me, but she said that she already had what she wanted to wear and that she was good. So, I assumed that she had picked something that fit with the theme, because well it’s a broad theme hard to mess up, and didn’t pry further.

When we were getting ready to go though, she came out of her room in what can only be described as Japanese schoolgirl style lingerie. It was a little “dress”, more like a camisole really. It was dangerously short, quite sheer and tbh the whole dressing up as a sexified version of a schoolgirl outfit thing is deeply repulsive to me, so I was not impressed.

I told her that it was a formal event, not a clubbing night, and that she needed to wear something else. She started on about how our cousin said we could dress in whatever we were most comfortable in, to which I replied that I didn’t believe she was comfortable in that outfit to begin with and that he said whatever FORMAL attire we were comfortable in. He meant not to enforce the gender binary, not have people in “pedo-bait lingerie.”

I admit that “pedo-bait lingerie” was a bit too harsh on my end, but I mean really what other reason do they make lingerie like that? Its no different to the “sexy schoolgirl” outfits they make of Western school uniforms, I’m not going to give it a pass because they’re sexualising pre-teens from a different culture. But we didn’t really have time for a philosophical discussion about the ethics of sexy schoolgirl costumes and calling it “pedo-bait lingerie” was poor wording on my part. I didn’t mean that she was attempting to bait in pedos, but that is what she took from that.

Anyway, we got into a fight about whether clothes are inherently sexual or not which was very stupid and went on for far too long, before I said “it doesn’t matter if its inherently sexual or not, the invitation says formal and showing up in that is only going to cause a scene and take the attention away from [cousin and fiancée] on their wedding day, and you don’t want the memory of their wedding to be tainted by people talking about how you kept accidently flashing people, do you?”

At that point she stomped off, and came back wearing a dress she’d worn to our brother’s graduation and then we went to the wedding. She avoided me the whole wedding, and our mother ended up calling me the day after to ask for my side of the story, because my sister had told her that I had slut shamed her and forced her to change. After I explained, our parents are on my side, but idk they do lean more conservative so getting outside opinions would be appreciated.

AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 5 months

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DENSE

Summary: Yule Ball is right around the corner and you still haven't found a date. Or at least decided on asking someone as a date. But your heart is set on a certain redhead who just isn't taking a hint and is as dense as a rock.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Song: Must be Love by Laufey

Warning: fluff, anxiety rant (reader stressed with school)

Word count: 4.8k+

A/n: honestly I started this around February this year and forgot about it... yeah that bad. I wanted to get it out of my system since it's been there for a while. This was actually meant to be part of my serendipity book but i still havent written the other chapters but I really like this chapter. Either way I hope you lovelies will enjoy it, Happy holidays<3333

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Everyone was ecstatic from the announcement of the Yule ball. It was the first ever dance they were to have at the school and everyone was already starting off their plans on what to wear and who to go with. With the Triwizard tournament at hand, you were glad there was something to take your mind off the stress.

Training and helping Harry through all of the practices were starting to wear you out.

At the moment, all of you were in the Great hall simply studying. You were nearly done with your assessment when from the corner of your eye, you spot Fred throwing a piece of paper towards his younger brother.

Ron raised his head up in annoyance, wondering why his brother would want to disturb him. He opened the ball of crumpled paper and read the words "you better get a move on or else there won't be any girl to ask to be your date." Or something like that, he only skimmed through it.

Ron gave Fred an annoyed stare, "Who are you going to the Yule ball with then?"

Fred crossed his arms and sent Ron a smirk, "Well, I still have to ask them. I’m thinking on doing it really soon,"

Your ears prick up at his words. He's planning on asking someone else to the ball? Of course he'd be going with someone but you had always hoped it would be you.

Your heart sank at the mere thought he was going to ask someone else to the Yule ball.

Ron looked surprised, he thought that Fred had already asked you but he was wrong. He looked towards you, seeing you leaned over your assessment, looking like you didn't care to pay mind to what he and Fred were talking about. But in truth, you did care, you cared a whole lot.

"How about you Y/n? Who are you going with? Lots of guys have been asking you lately, it shouldn't be too hard to choose one." Ron asked, not knowing that this was sparking a little jealousy in Fred.

You looked up from your paper and looked at Ron. You saw the worried glances Harry and Hermione were sending your way.

"I won't tell you cause it's a surprise." You whispered back with a wink before looking back down on your activity.

Fred tensed up at your words, it sounds like you already accepted to be someone’s date. He didn't want to pry on who it was in case he might get his heart even more broken, but of course, curiosity got the best of him.

"Really? Why am I only hearing of this now?" Fred asked.

"Well technically they haven't asked me yet so I'm going to ask them instead." You replied courtly.

Fred seemed perplexed. They haven't asked her to the ball yet? What an idiot. Oh god wait, is she planning on asking that Beauxbatons girl? No she wouldn't, she would have told me.

"...so who's the lucky girl- or guy?" Fred stumbled on his words as he leaned in. He really wanted to know who it was, even if it was at the expense of his own feelings.

You look at him with a grin, trying to mask the slight nervous breakdown you were having within. It was ironic that he was asking about this especially since it was him you were talking about.

"I'm not telling you who it is, Freddie. Like I said, it's a surprise." You state as you finish up your assessment.

"Oh come on, you don't need to tell me their name. Maybe give me some clues? Like which school they're going to-"

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing how stubborn he was going to be about this. "Well that would just narrow down your possible choices."

He started shaking your arm like a child asking their parents for a sweet in a sweet shop. "Come on, just tell me."

You shook your head and laughed at his dramatics. "Fred, you should finish up your activity."

"Hey, don't change the subject." Fred pointed out.

"You're not gonna do it till I tell you, huh?" You said with an unimpressed stare.

"Nope. Now can you at least tell me one thing?" He urged on.

You let out a sigh as you went deep in thought. Do you really want to help him in finding out who it is or leave him to his madness. You decided on the first choice. It wasn't like he was gonna figure out it's him.

"They're studying here at hogwarts."

"...Yeah, that totally narrows down the choices." Fred sighed. "Which house are they in?"

You chuckled, "like I'd tell you that. That would make it too obvious."

Hermione laughed from the other side. "Y/n, even if you say what house they're in, I don't think they'll be able to figure out who it is."

You thought about it for a second and realized she had a point. "Huh, you're right." You agreed with a chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mea- you know what, I don't wanna know. What I do wanna know is, who this person is." Fred was adamant at finding out who the mystery person was, and it was starting to make you nervous that he might actually figure it out.

He sat up once he found an alternative solution to his predicament. "Oh, I know, I'll name a bunch of people, and you tell me if they're the person. Okay?"

"What if I lied and said no even if they were the person I was going to ask to the ball?" You smirked, which was only returned with an unimpressed glare.

Fred was about to say something but decided against it. "I'll just do it anyways… is it Diggery."

You shook your head a no.

"Draco?"

You cringed at the thought, no offense to Draco. Besides you knew he had his eyes in a certain Gryffindor. "Godric no, he's already planning on going with someone else."

Both Harry"s and Fred's eyes seemed to widened at the statement, Harry seemed even more surprised.

They both yelled out in unison, "He is?!”

Snape went in to scold the two for their outburst. Removing 5 house points from each of them. Causing the surrounding students to send their glares towards the two.

“Yes he is! Now hush the both of you!” You scolded as you continued with your work.

“Right, I shouldn't get distracted… How about that Freya girl?" He spoke her name in doubt, scared that he might be right.

You chuckled at the mention of her name, "No, she's going with her girlfriend."

Fred's heart settled at the realization, abit shocked by the new information but he was delighted to have that thought settled in his mind. That means you weren't going to act on your childhood crush. But then the thought entered his mind that it meant you were planning on going with someone else, someone he wasn't aware of.

"How about… Neville?"

"Already going with someone."

"Dean?"

"He plans on asking someone else."

"Zabini?"

"Nice guy but no."

"Nott?"

"He's going stagg."

"I don't know why I'm even asking this but, how about Lee?"

You immediately shook your head a no.

Lee perked up from his seat at the mention of his name. "Huh? I heard my name, what's going on."

George leaned over and told Lee about the situation.

"Ohhh, I see." Lee chuckled, "this is going to be fun." He whispered back.

"Godric...well uh, is it Louis?" Fred guessed. At this point he didn't know who else could be the possible match.

"No. He is a good option but no." You simpered on, wondering where this conversation was going to take you.

"I give up on doing this, just answer my questions." Fred continued. "Do you talk to them everyday?"

The question seemed vague enough for him to not know who so it didn't hurt to answer him. “Yes,”

Fred went deep in thought, why did he even choose this question? "Who would you be talking to that I wouldn't know about...

You all chuckled to hear his words, he may seemed to be really observant when it came to you but completely oblivious at the same time.

"Oh wow Fred, you take note of who y/n talks to everyday?" George teased, though Fred didn't really see it that way.

"So what? I'm with her almost all the time, I would know who she'd be talking to." Fred explained.

"You aren't with her all the time. What about during class hours?" Hermione stated.

Fred looked dumbfounded, he didn't think of that.

Harry leaned over to you, making sure no one else heard him other than you, "I wonder how long it's going to take for him to realize it's him."

"Give it 2-3 business days." You replied with a chuckle.

Fred turned back to you with another question in mind. "What does their name start with?"

You shook your head with a chuckle. "I'm not going to answer that."

"Ugh, fine. Are they taller than you?"

You laughed at his question, "Yes." By a lot.

"That question doesn't even help. Lots of people are taller than Y/n." Harry commented earning a smack on the head from you. You caught Fred laugh at his joke which you used to your advantage.

You gasped and feigned an insulted look, "Okay, ouch. I was just thinking about telling you who it was but I changed my mind." You scooted away, with a false pout.

Fred laughed, trying to pull you back to him by pulling you by the waist. "I'm only joking, love."

You replied with an eye roll, trying to conceal the grin that slowly crept onto your lips.

You began packing your things before facing Fred again, "Seeing as you're not doing the activity, I'm going to go and spend the rest of the period outside."

“Oh come on, tell me who it is.” Fred stated with a pout as he theld onto your hand to keep you from leaving.

“Like I said before, no.” You replied with a teasing grin before grabbing the rest of your things.

You stood up from your seat and handed in your paper to Snape. He seemed to have been listening in on your conversation. He seemed to find your conversation quite amusing.

"If that Weasley boy doesn't ask you soon, I think it's better you accept Diggery's offer." He suggested in his usual monotone voice but there was this spark of interest in his eyes on the topic which surprised you.

“Professor Snape!” You laughed, surprised by this side of your professor.

“I'm just saying,” He simply shrugged before walking off with your work.

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The following day was hectic, more so than usual.

Most of the classes were finishing up their lessons so that during the holiday break you'd all be free from the burdens of school work. But it didnt help when they just piled more school work over the other to cram everything in one go.

Things seemed worse for you since you had decided to take up more classes this year. Not just that, but you somehow tangled yourself into becoming a some sort of charm fixer for the younger years whenever they'd mess up a spell.

And because Harry got himself stuck with being a triwizard champion for Hogwarts. You had to help him with spells and charms just so he could survive the challenges. You wouldn't be able to to live with yourself if anything were to happen to him under your watch.

As the holiday's were approaching, the only decent things about your schedule was the dance classes in between subjects. You had already learned how to waltz when you were a girl. Your parents weren't ones to host glamorous balls but your grandparents were. You had fond memories of your dance classes during your summers spent abroad. Twirling endlessly in studios till your head wouldn't stop spinning.

McGonagall appeared at the front of the hall and cleared her throat to call the attention of the crowd. "find your partners everyone, we will begin shortly."

Everyone began scattering across the room searching for their partners. You had the tendency to switch partners every now and then since the boys kept asking if you could show them the steps to the dance. You didn't mind, even if it meant getting your toes stepped on every now and again.

As you looked across the room, you wondered who you would be dancing with this time. Your own question was answered when your hand was suddenly grabbed and you were twirled around to be flush against someone's chest.

"Freddie!" You laughed, the wind was nearly knocked out of you from the sudden turn.

"You don't mind having this dance with me, do you love?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a grin, "No, I don't mind at all."

Your hands were intertwined as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his hand grasped your waist. There was no tense atmosphere compared to the other boys who always seem to stray away from their confident selves when around you. But not Fred, no. He was always his true self around you.

The music began playing and echoed through the hall. Light footsteps pattered across the floor as people tried to find their footing. Some seemed to struggle more than others but that wasn't the case for you and Fred.

The two of you danced across the floor in sync. The two of you paid little mind to everything around you as you both were lost in your own world. Like your heart harmonised with the beat of his heart and that was the only rhythm you guys needed to dance.

"You've improved since the last time we've danced." You teased as you continued your steps.

Fred rolled his eyes at the memory of his poor attempt at trying to dance the waltz with you during one of your grandparents balls. He didn't exactly want to be there in the first place let alone dance a waltz he's never learned. But he didn't want to leave you there alone either. You wanted to dance, so he danced with you.

"Careful, I might step on one of your toes again." He taunted as he went along with your teasing.

You shook your head with a laugh. You had hoped that he would be your date for the ball. When he accompanied you to your grandparents' ball, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Though he stepped on your toes once or twice, it was all worth it. Especially when around the end, the two of you were left alone out in the gardens to stargaze the rest of the night.

Maybe, just maybe he would ask you to the ball.

Fred knew from your silence, you were stuck in thought. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Your eyes snapped back to him, "Who?"

"The one you're taking to the ball." He replied almost in a whisper. At this point he wondered if he should still be asking about who it is. Is he really going to subject himself to this hurt?

Your eyes softened at his question. "Freddie..." you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that the guy you most desperately want to go to the ball with was him. But you were too scared to do so. Godric forbid you had any bravery left in you to tell him your true feelings.

You could casually ask him to the ball. Make nothing of it. To go as friends. But something in your gut told you that if you went together, things would be different. Things were different.

You weren't just little kids anymore. You were both at that stage in your life where love and relationships were the main focus of everyone's lives. If you screw up things with Fred, you'd probably spiral into a mess.

"You don't have to tell me. Just make sure to save me a dance, alright?" You could feel the defeat sink into his voice. But before you could do anything about it you were pulled away by another person to continue the waltz.

You caught a glimpse of Fred and you could feel your heart start breaking. You wanted to tell Fred but was it really worth the cost?

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It had been two days since Fred had questioned you about the mystery guy and you thought he just dropped the topic and forgot, but you were wrong.

Truth was, it was all he could think about. He didn't even try to ask you to go with him to the ball that day because he was scared he was going to get shot down.

And if you were being honest, he was all you could think about too. Not just on the fact that he was so adamant at knowing who the mystery person was, but also because he too had someone on his mind on who to ask for the ball.

If there was already someone he planned on asking, why even bother asking him to be your date to the ball? You felt hopeless and most of all, stupid for ever thinking you had a chance at asking Fred to the ball.

These thoughts consumed you to the point you didn't even want to try to sleep anymore. You just laid there on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Eventually you got hungry and tired of your own thoughts.

You got up from your bed and slowly crept away from the girl's dormitory, being careful not to wake anyone up, especially Stark. Godric knows how grumpy that cat gets when he gets woken up. You didn't currently have the map with you since it was with Harry but you didn't mind. You've basically engraved the school's layout in your mind.

You eventually reached the portrait and got out. It wasn't totally pitch black but it would help to have a little light help guide your way.

As you walked through the empty hallways, you couldn't help but think about all the things that were troubling you these last few days. I guess lots of things have been bothering you lately. You didn't exactly know where to start.

The thought that Harry was constantly being placed out into the line of danger and you not being able to help him is killing you. You have always been there to protect him and help him out but with the stupid Triwizard tournament rules getting in your way, you can't do anything about it.

Your stroll eventually led up to the kitchens, quickly grabbing a few snacks and bidding daisy and the other elves goodbye before going around the castle again. You missed these peaceful silences.

In all honesty you were suffocating from all of the school work and activities brought by the Triwizard tournament. You may not have been part of them but your professors seemed to have the impression that you were capable of handling lots of extra school tasks.

Like helping lead the class in dance classes in preparation for the Yule ball since you had experience in ball dancing. Assisting in charms classes in the lower years in your free time. Being a sort of ambassador for the foreign students seeing as you can speak French and russian. As if already having to deal with your normal studies and Quidditch wasn't enough.

You liked that they thought of you as a responsible student but you were juggling so many things that you rarely had the time for anything fun anymore. While your friends were off pranking, you were stuck helping second years undo charms that went wrong. While Kayla, Pansy and Mione were doing their usual "book club" sessions, you were busy helping Harry figure out how to do certain spells.

Your mind was so wrapped up in all your worrying that you didn't even realize that your footsteps led you to Monty. You grinned at the sight of the tree.

"Hello old friend." You greeted as you sat at the root of the tree.

You snacked on your food as you contemplated in silence. Though the tight feeling was still present in your chest, it felt comforting to be in a place that made you feel safe.

You leaned your head back on the tree and looked up at the star covered sky. You missed star-gazing. With all of the chaos, you haven't been able to star-gaze in a while.

Like a gush of fresh air passing you, you knew a presence was nearby. One that you were all too well familiar with.

You turned your head to look at him with a light grin. There he stood in his plaid pajamas and initial sweater.

"How come you always manage to find me?" You asked, tilting your head with a chuckle.

"I should be the one asking why you're always wandering off, in the middle of the night no less." Fred replied as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there quietly; looking up at the stars, mostly lost in thought. That was until Fred decided to break the silence.

"Why are you up so late? I know you don't usually sleep early but even 3 am is a stretch for you.” Fred stated as he pointed at his watch. ”What's on your mind, Carrington?"

A concerned look fell on your face, you didn't realize that much time passed already. You let out a sigh, you knew you were going to end up exhausted the next day.

"Honestly?" You inquired.

Fred nodded at you with sincerity, he had all his attention focused on you.

You sighed and suddenly the words just poured out of you, "it's just… so much is happening and I don't know how to deal with it all. I have to assist the younger years in charms, quidditch training, normal classes, foreign students and- il se passe trop de choses et j'ai l'impression que je vais pleurer et crier mais-" (too much is happening and i feel like I'm going to cry and scream but-). You paused, forgetting that Fred didn't know a lick of French.

"Fuck sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You apologized as you sunk your face into your hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Just keep going. I'll listen, even though I don't understand a single word of french. I'll be here to listen." He replied as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

You nodded as you continued on in your rant, the words were all coming out like a broken dam. "It's just that so much is going on and pour l'amour de la merde, you'd think they'd give a 4th year a break. I feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down every minute but I won't let myself go because there's still so much meant to be done."

You haven't really told anyone about how stressed you've been feeling lately and it felt so great to actually tell someone. Fred nodded along as he listened to you. There was this look on his face, as though he hung on every word you said, regardless if it was in a foreign language.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry you've been doing all that work. They should be paying you at this point. Is there anything I can do to lessen the load?" Fred asked as he brushed and stroked your hair.

You sighed and closed your eyes, "unfortunately, no."

He tilted his head, as if not believing what you said. “Are you absolutely sure? Cause you know me, I can give Minnie and Alby a piece of my mind.”

“Thanks for the offer but I'm sure I can handle it." You leaned your head on his shoulder in defeat.

"I know you can, but it doesn't mean you have to." He replied, rubbing his hand over your arm.

All these years, he's been by your side through it all. Through all the Voldemort nonsense, through the injuries, through the nightmares, everything.

"Freddie." You whispered.

"Yeah, love?" He replied.

"Thank you."

He faced you with this puzzled look, "For what?"

You gave him a simple shrug, thinking the answer was already obvious. "For just being there for me."

Fred's features softener and pulled you in closer to his side. "Anything for you, darling. You know that."

“I do…I hope you know the same applies to you.” You replied as you looked up at him.

“I do.” He nodded as he looked up at the stars. They were incredibly bright tonight, he wondered if you always wandered out here just to look at the stars to clear your head. That would explain why he would always find you here.

“When was the last time we went stargazing together?”

You grinned at the memory, “last summer when we went camping on the reserve.”

“We should do it again.” He replied, his eyes still glued to the stars.

You look at him with a cheek aching smile, “yeah, we should.” He may have meant the stars in the sky, but to you, it meant the freckles that were scattered across his cheeks like constellations. Those were the stars you were willing to spend endless nights studying.

“Can we just look at the stars while they're still out?” He laced his fingers between yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Okay.” You replied, snuggling yourself closer to Fred to get comfy as you looked up at the sky.

And that's what you both did till dawn came. The sky twisting in colors of peach and purple as the sun slowly rose over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a quiet morning, and for once your mind was quiet too.

Maybe it had something to do with the boy whose shoulder you were resting your head on or the peaceful ambience the morning brought you. You didn't really care, you were happy and that was it.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence flow through you. It could have been your mind lacking sleep but everything that was holding you back from telling Fred about your feelings just flew out the window.

You wanted to tell him, and you wanted to tell him now.

You sat up and turned to Fred in a rushed motion. Your movements startled the boy but he was left waiting for whatever you were about to do.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked you, surprisingly not as sleepy as you expected him to be.

“Remember what I said about that person I was going to ask to the Yule ball?” You hesitated with your words. You weren't even sure if you were thinking straight. You prayed that whatever words formed in your head would be the right words to say to Fred.

Fred tensed at your words. He nodded slightly, hoping that the next words that would leave your mouth wouldn't hurt too much.

“Well…” You felt your throat go dry but you were already in too deep, you had to commit. “To tell you the truth, they're really really really dense. And honestly I don't even know why they would even want to go with me if the opportunity presented itself but-.”

Fred's forehead creased at your words, who wouldn't want to go with you to the ball? That would be like turning down the chance to enter heaven. “Why'd you think that, love? Anyone lucky enough to even be in your sights should be thanking God or whatever force for putting you on this earth.”

You felt your cheeks go bright red and your heart beat ten times faster. You weren't even sure if you could have controlled it with Fred's words just pouring out of his mouth like they just came to him naturally. He didn't even stop there. Once he started he couldn't stop.

“I mean look at you, I don't think I can think of anyone else in the whole entire world that could even come close to how perfect you are. I mean sure, you're basically a night owl with how little you sleep because you'd rather read than have a decent amount of sleep,”

You laughed at his little comment, shoving him slightly in the shoulder, but that didn't stop him from continuing his rant.

“You literally land in the hospital wing every week or so because you'd rather put yourself in harm's way than others. And you don’t even like sharing your cookies but you still do. You even ask your grandmother to send more cookies just so you can share more of them. All these things I just listed down are just more reasons why you’re perfect- and why I love you.” He let those words slip past his lips so quickly he barely even registered them. By the time he realized what he said he knew he couldn't take them back, nor did he want to.

“And yes, I love you… and not just in a friend way but the “I love you so much that if you're not around I can't breathe and the mere thought that you probably like someone else is killing me”... way.”

You were left speechless. You felt like a complete idiot at that moment. You both were fools from the start. How couldn't you have seen the signs?

He was the only one there for you when no one else was. That time you landed in the hospital wing after a full moon incident from helping your uncle moony, he was the one who stayed by your side all those nights.

When you got a cold after a snowball fight with the Weasley’s over the holidays, Fred visited you nearly everyday at the Manor to check on you before he too caught a cold. Then it was your turn to take care of him.

When you got detention from getting caught for a prank you pulled, Fred got himself detention so you wouldn't be alone.

Fred felt his chest tighten at the silence, you haven't said a thing in the last few seconds and it was terrifying. “I know you probably don't feel the same-”

Finally, you snapped out of your self inflicted scolding and reached over with one hand to keep you up and the other on Fred cheek. “My god you are dense.” with that, your lips crashed into his and suddenly everything fell into place.

All the years of pining. All the endless hours of you avoiding and hiding your feelings when all along, the both of you were just too scared of saying how you felt.

His hand slipped over to your cheek while his other hand gripped your waist. He couldn't even process his thoughts about what was happening. Was this actually real? Was this a dream? Was he even awake?

His thoughts were silenced when you pulled away just slightly to let out a small whisper, something that was meant for him and him alone, “I love you too.”

A grin grew on Fred's lips, going up ear to ear. It felt like hearing your favorite song for the first time. You loved him. He couldn't believe it. Fred pulled you in for another kiss but it was difficult from how he just couldn't stop smiling.

“Really?” He asked, his voice heavy with bliss and giddiness. It was like the whole world just lit up for him. He really couldn't believe it.

You let out a light laugh at the sight, “Yes, really.” Before placing a peck on his lips.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked again, this time with a smirk and his usual tone of arrogance. Sure he still couldn't fully wrap his head around the thought that you, the girl of his dreams, actually loved him back. But that still didn't stop him from teasing the living daylights out of you.

You pondered on the question further, knowing how Fred loved to play this game. Your silence only furthered the fun when Fred began to grow impatient. “On second thought…”

Fred let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to his lap, “Nice try love. You've already said the words. You can't take them back.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly before facing him with a cheek aching grin, “oh no, what shall I ever do?” You replied with feigned fear before letting out another laugh.

Fred leaned over to your cheek, his nose barely grazing over the surface of your cheek. “How about I take you to the ball as…your boyfriend?”

You pulled away with a grin, "Are you sure?”

Fred looked off into the distance and tapped his finger over his chin, “Hmmm, you know on second thought-”

You let out a laugh before resting your hands at the back of his neck, “Nuh uh, you already said the words, Freddie. You can't take them back.” You repeated his words back to him with a smirk.

He pulled you in for another kiss to wipe away that smirk. But he then pulled away, just slightly, “You have my heart, love. I don't think I'll be able to take that back either.”

Feeling the blush rush up to your cheeks, you could only hide your flustered state in the crook of his neck. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Don't get shy on me now, love.” Fred spoke as he hugged you tight. He thought that this was just too good to be true. He thought that maybe if he didn't hold on tight enough, all of this would cease to exist and reveal itself to be a dream.

You lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, only to feel the heat rush back to your cheeks. Seeing as the sun was rising up already, the blush was much more evident on your cheeks.

Fred looked at you with a soft smile, it was finally sinking in. He was finally yours, and you were finally his. And though the two of you may be dense, Godric knows Fred is never going to let you forget he loves you.

"I love you so much."

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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Mephisto's performance

(Mephisto x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (angst) (NSFW tags: very slight dom!top!Mephisto and bottom!MC; "office" sex, semi-public/risky, no condom, creampie, hate-fucking, "use me" dynamic, consent - but with a lot of regret so maybe dubious?, slight degradation with backhanded praise, Mephisto calling MC a whore and a slut, so slutshaming, pain, slapping, fingering light bondage, half-clothed, no orgasm for MC sorry)

(other tags: religious undertones, one-sided enemies to ?who knows?, sad/bittersweet ending)

Word Count: +2,200

To say you admired Mephistopheles was an understatement; you were absolutely smitten. Granted, he had a reputation for being a pompous asshole whose presence left a bitter taste in Lucifer’s mouth – the same mouth that warned you about spending time with the likes of Mephisto and questioned your recent attention to “a demon whose attitude and pride might be excusable if it was offset by actual wit and usefulness.”

Clearly, Lucifer either hadn’t seen the version of Mephisto that you had – the small slips in his bitter façade – or he had, and Lucifer simply refused to acknowledge it. You didn’t care what anyone else said about Mephisto. He had watched over Luke when he fell asleep in common places multiple times. As much as he protested, when you really needed him, he offered his assistance in whatever form he could – especially when it would aid Diavolo. If nothing else, Lucifer should have remembered that Mephisto was right there with Diavolo and Barbatos, tending to him and his brothers on the day they fell. You knew better. Mephisto was sweet.

He was adorable. You remembered the precious smile he had on his face while staring up at the new blossoms forming on the trees one early morning. It wasn’t the only time you had caught his face softening, entranced by some natural beauty. Mephisto still blushed when you would pay him a genuine compliment, covering his mouth with a gloved hand.

Sweet. Adorable. And so, so sexy.

Lust and affection had motivated you to pay Mephisto a visit in the RAD Newspaper Club room – another attempt to get on his good side. This time, you brought gifts to appease the bitter old demon: hot coffee and sweets that you and Luke had baked yesterday. However, the second you walked through that door, Mephisto let out an annoyed sigh.

“Why are you bothering me?” he asked, sparing you a second glance – but not a third.

“I wanted to cheer you up,” you admitted, setting your offering on his desk. “Diavolo told me that he had seen you working nonstop in preparation for the upcoming event. I figured that might be why you’ve been frowning every time I’ve seen you all week. I brought you coffee and sweets that Luke and I made.”

Part of you had an inkling that Mephisto actually enjoyed your company more than he let on. Maybe you were just clinging to a deeply engraved hope that he wanted you. Maybe you read into signs of his kindness towards you. Perhaps wishful thinking turned a two-second glance – maybe even a judgmental glare – into a longing stare. You wanted to break through his defenses if he’d let you. Well, you had certainly broken something.

Your act of kindness pushed Mephisto over the edge, and he looked up from his work and raised his voice at you. “I have too much on my plate to keep drilling this into that thick, fucking skull of yours. I don’t like you, you won’t change my mind, and that pathetic hopeful look on your face infuriates me.”

You didn’t fully believe him – as desperate as that may sound. Perhaps it was selfish, but you didn’t want to leave him alone in that room.

Mephisto waited for you to turn around and walk away, but you didn’t budge. He sighed and got to his feet. “What? Why are you still here? Why are you bringing me things hours before any of your classes even start? What do you want?”

Most classes hadn’t started yet, but if you hadn’t arrived before everyone else, you wouldn’t have been able to see Mephisto alone. Barbatos had mentioned that Mephisto was an early riser in passing once, so you figured you would find him overworking himself that morning. As for what you wanted, you wished it was more obvious to him.

“I want you to love me,” you confessed. Mephisto circled his desk so he could sandwich you between himself and the desk, blocking your path to the exit.

“How do you want me to love you? With my boot on your neck? With my fingers buried inside of you? With my hips pressed against you? What do you want? How do you expect me to love you? I could ruin you, but love?”

You shuddered. Was this a rejection or an invitation? You forced the words, and they fell out in a clumsy mess. “I don’t expect it – you loving me. I just want it, but you could ruin me instead if you wanted.”

Mephisto’s eyes widened; he retreated slightly before narrowing his eyes. “What are you saying?”

“Use me – if you really can’t love me.” Shame burned in your cheeks, but you continued. You were determined to call his bluff. “Take out your anger and hatred on my body. Do whatever you want.”

Maybe he truly hated you. Maybe he would be disgusted by your offer. Maybe he would refuse because he did love you. Or maybe he would agree to use you – to ruin you – without a trace of affection. Even then, at least you would finally get to be with him for however long you could manage to be entertaining. The possibilities ran through your head, just quick enough to fill the brief moment before Mephisto responded.

“Turn around,” he demanded. His voice was cold. In truth, you hadn’t expected him to take you up on your offer. Your heart sank as you watched Mephisto remove his tie. A low, growling sigh left him when you remained immobile. He took your arm and forced you to turn. “You offered. So, do as you’re told.”

Your voice caught in your throat. Mephisto made quick work of knotting his tie around your wrists and up your forearms, binding them behind your back. Fear washed over your body as you felt Mephisto tug your pants and underwear down to your ankles. Was this really what you wanted?

Mephisto reached over you, pressing his chest firmly against your back as he did, and pulled a bottle of lube from his top desk drawer. You didn’t question why he had it there, but you did have a question for him: “Why are you using that on me?”

The answer was obvious, but you were begging for some kind of affection from him, wishing for the words “I don’t want to hurt you” to leave his lips with enough sweetness to sate you, but they didn’t come. Instead, Mephisto removed his glove; tugged on his tie, bringing you closer; and shoved his glove into your mouth to shut you up. You felt one cool, lubricated finger plunge into you – quickly followed by a second. You bit down on his glove as he began to stretch you out.

“To answer your question, I’d be in a world of trouble if anyone found out that I hurt you. Everyone seems to think that you’re so fucking precious. Besides,” Mephisto paused, using the last word to soften the spite in his voice before he continued, “you’ll feel better if I do this first.”

You couldn’t tell if he meant that you would feel better for him or if he wanted you to feel some kind of pleasure from this too, but you hoped. However, that hope wasn’t enough to ease the heavy aching in your chest. Even through the bits of pleasure you felt when Mephisto’s long fingers curled into your body, you knew that this wasn’t how you wanted it. That truth sat rancid in your gagged mouth – somehow more unsavory than anything. Even the realization that you would die (for good) one day was less distasteful than this.

It was almost a comfort when Mephisto pulled his fingers out. You heard his pants drop before he tugged you violently towards him. Your ass was flush against him. There was a filthy relief in knowing that he was hard. At least you had aroused him a bit, then, right? You wished you could have suppressed the dirty, joyous hope you felt. Maybe he wanted you just as badly.

Mephisto entered you slowly. It almost felt intimate: the way he ran his gloved hand through your hair before tugging at it, the way his lips found your neck before it was all teeth and marks, the way his hips rocked slowly into you before he stopped holding back. He almost made this feel like affection before the poison left his mouth between panting and groans. “Not so useless anymore, are you?”

How did he know exactly how to give you a gentle touch that left you hoping before he stripped it from you? He said he didn’t want anyone to know he hurt you, so of course he would figure out how to break your heart. At least that was a pain you could never show anyone. It would live in you – and he would be the only other person who knew that such a haunting beast was hiding inside.

You choked back tears as his thrusting picked up speed and intensity, forcing your thighs against his desk repeatedly with each buck of his hips. This was going to bruise. It was just enough to slosh some of the coffee out of the cup you had brought him earlier. A small puddle pooled towards the edge of the desk until it grazed your thigh, burning for a moment before all you could feel was a numb ache – a small punishment for your foolishness.

This time, you couldn’t hold back a groan. You had tried so hard to disguise any sign of pain or pleasure, but this was too much. Your muffled noise alerted Mephisto to the mess you had both made. It was a small one with no casualties. It hadn’t even reached any of his documents. The only thing left damaged was you, and yet Mephisto dragged you back by the tie around your arms, his cock still buried in you, with an angry, “fuck.”

Did he not want you to get hurt? No.

Mephisto tugged your hair up until you were standing upright – as upright as you could be when you were still impaled on him. He took his glove out of your mouth before he forcefully bent you over towards the edge of the desk. “Lick up the mess, whore.”

You did as he told you. The coffee was still hot, and it stung on your tongue, but you were distracted by a firm slap to your ass. When you managed to clean up the mess, Mephisto brought you upright again with a rough tug and shoved his glove back into your mouth.

“There’s a good little slut,” Mephisto chuckled before he continued to fuck you – even more violently than before. He called you good, at least.

You were choking back tears when he snaked his gloved hand tenderly around your neck. Mephisto used his index finger to guide your chin up. Staring at the ceiling, with your eyes to heaven, you felt that you owed something – someone – a prayer. You wanted to thank some god that Mephisto’s hand was there around your throat – as if the slight pressure was the only thing keeping the sobs and moans inside of you. No. It wasn’t a god that you were grateful to. It was Mephisto. Even as he used you for his amusement, your desire still burned. Your love blazed steadily. Through the pain and emptiness, you still adored him. How pathetic.

Even more pathetic was the contentment you felt as Mephisto sunk his teeth into your shoulder, muffling his moans as he came inside of you. He didn’t pleasure you enough for you to cum; you got the smallest taste of it, and somehow you were content.

Mephisto was quick to pull out of you and get his pants back up. You stood there, trying to reel yourself back into your body – too slowly for Mephisto’s liking. He tugged your pants and underwear back up for you. His glove slipped from your mouth and onto the floor as you attempted to protest with a feeble, “wait.”

His cum had already started to leak out, and the feeling of it sickened you – a shameful sickness. This felt awful and wrong and disgusting, but the most resentful part of you quietly wanted him to bend you back over his desk and fill you up all over again.

Mephisto pulled you in by his tie around your arms and leaned close to your ear. “Keep it in you. I want that sensation to stick with you all day and remind you how much I despise you. Now get out of my sight.”

You felt his tie slip from around your arms. Mephisto dragged you towards the door and shoved you out into the hallway. You heard the distinct sound of the door locking behind you.

Mephisto waited for your hesitant footsteps to fade away down the hall before he sunk his teeth into the back of his ungloved hand. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Had he finally given you a convincing performance – persuaded you to stay away from him?

In that dim room on a dark Devildom morning, on his knees, Mephisto felt that he owed something – someone – a prayer. Unsure if he was even allowed – or who would hear it – he prayed that he had finally shown you what a monster he was. The cruel, wicked beast he housed had spit its parasitic DNA into you and waited to consume you. He was a demon, with his hands clasped so tightly together that they trembled, brought to his knees. His prayer – half-confession – found no purchase. It lived only inside of him, and even you would never know. It was a small, lenient punishment.

#mephistopheles #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me #obey me mephistopheles #I hope all the mephisto lovers will like this one even though it's kind of messed up #I feel like I have done too much bottom MC stuff now but it was necessary for this one #enjoy a nice little mid-day snack #obey me smut #mephistopheles smut #mephistopheles x reader #mephistopheles x mc

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gojos-thot-patrol · 10 months

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i DEFINITELY want more Frat Boy Sukuna!!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh man, you're twisting my arm so hard here nonnie, what ever will I do?

I guess I'm just going to have to post some headcanons and frame work I have for the up coming part 2 (Of which you can get on the tag list for it: here!) Oh! And if you want a refresher, you can find Seven Minuets in Heaven Here!

Now Presenting...

Some supplemental reading if you will ;)

Ok, lets start with just some basic information on our boy

Hes in the Alpha Beta Omega frat, or the ABO frat. The entire Frat is very quick to point out they’ve been around longer than ABO when you bring it up, minus Ryomen.

He just tells you he’s an Alpha and asks if you’re trying to be his Omega. It normally gets whatever reaction he wants

He’s majoring in business against his will (Remember this: It will come up) with a minor in he’s really about: History

If taking over his fathers very lucrative business (Again: This will come back up later) fails, he wants to be a history teacher.

He often bonds with Nanami over hating their shared major and being annoyed with Gojo and Geto making out in the most inconvenient places.

He sells drugs on the side to supplement his income, but nothing harder than weed because “Weeds not even a drug when you think about it.”

Is known for being the biggest manslut in the manslut frat. But hey, at least he gets tested regularly.

Ok, so now I want to start with a little bit of his background because it informs a lot about how I characterize him.

He’s Yuji’s older brother by about 4 years. Both of them look almost exactly like their father. The man really said Ctrl C, Ctrl V, Ctrl V.

Their father left when they were 7 and 3 respectively. Yuji doesn’t remember, but Ryomen very clearly remembers how horrible their father was to their mother. To him, it was a relief when that asshole finally abandoned the family for good.

The family moved in with their Grandpa, who was one of the very old school “I will only tell my kids I love them on my death bed” types. He also died when the boys were only 13 and 9.

Meaning our boy never really had a good role model for how to perform masculinity, and now that he’s an adult he finds himself pretending to be the type of man media told him he was supposed to be. Somewhere between Tyler Durden and Joey Tribbiani. He doesn’t think he’s very good at this performance.

The moment he turned 16, he started getting piercings to try and look less like his dad. The moment he turned 18 he got his tattoos to really separate himself from his father. Yuji thinks it’s insane, but Ryomen thinks it’s worth it to be able to look in the mirror without wanting to punch it.

His father reached out to him his senior year of high school. He offered to pay for 100% of Sukuna’s college tuition, as long as he majored in business and took over the “family” company once he graduated.

Yea, turns out dear old dads new wife couldn’t conceive, and his smoking had finally caught up with him in the form of lung cancer. Faced with an inevitable death, he was desperate for an heir.

Ryomen may have despised his father with everything in his being, but he realized how stupid it would be to throw away not only a free education, but also a guaranteed career. So he agreed.

OKAY now that that’s outta the way, let’s get into how he is in a relationship 😈

You are his first real relationship. He’s had “relationships” that lasted officially about 2 weeks at the longest. He’s had a plethora of situationships where he’d make promises he had no intention to keep. But as far as actually, serious, relationships you’re number one.

And genuinely this new emotion kinda scares the shit out of him. The first time he got love pangs he thought he was having a panic attack, the first time you brushed him off he felt like he shattered. this shit sucks yo, no wonder the Greeks thought it was a mental illness.

He has no idea how to properly love someone, he’s winging this shit: Doing everything entirely based on vibes

In his past “relationships” the moment conflict arose, he would leave. He doesn’t want to do that to you though, so head it is.

I’m not joking, the moment you have an issue he’s taking you to bed to try and distract you. And he’s always shocked when you still want to, ya know, communicate about issues you’re having after the fact. And he’s always even more shocked when you don’t just leave the moment conflict arises.

Did I mention he has no real concept of how healthy relationships work?

He’s trying though. He’s trying harder to make this work than he’s trying to keep his grades up.

Often catches himself flirting with other girls without even realizing it, it’s just second nature to him. He’ll always disengage the moment he realizes

Oh he’s jealous. Oh he’s so jealous. He sees you just talking to another guy and he’s spiraling in his head. He’s immediately getting involved and planting hickies on your neck right in front of whoever you’re talking to, because you’re his god damn it.

As such he loves to buy you jewelry. His dad’s got fuck you money, and he plans to spend it all on you. His current favorite thing to see you wear it a dainty, golden chain, with a ruby encrustedfrat b R hanging from it. It looked gorgeous on you, and marked you as undeniably his.

Suguru has 1000% had to talk him out of getting a tattoo of your name, this man is down so unbelievably bad. He’s never really been in love before, and now that he’s feeling it he’s overwhelmed by it.

This man really thought he was above getting pussy drunk until he hooked up with you. Now he realizes he’s is Not. At. All immune to it, and is actually quite prone to it!

Ultimately, his goal is to marry you after graduation, even though his fraternity brothers are highly against it. Not because they don’t like you, quite the contrary, they love you! But they all know that marrying your first love probably isn’t the move, and that the two of you have a lot of problems to work through. They want him to at least wait a few years before popping the question.

Still, every once in awhile he catches himself looking at rings and day dreaming about the future.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk frat boy au #fratboy!sukuna #frat boy sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen x reader #jjk sukuna #frat boy! Sukuna x reader

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igotanidea · 5 months

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Shitstorm: Jason Todd x stripper!reader

Yes I know the picture does not fit here perfectly, go ahead and judge me :D

part 1 : Backyard

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The pack of cigarettes flew her way in a perfect arc. Y/N was quick enough to catch it and only then took a look around to check whether it was some higher power being generous after a hell of a night. Spoiler alert : it wasn’t.

„Hm. It’s you.” she smirked looking at the familiar black-haired boy standing on the bottom of the stairs to the club.

„I always pay my debts sunshine.” Jason smiled mischievously.

‘Great. That makes us even and we can gladly forget about each other.”

For no particular reason he was making her nervous, be it on purpose or accidentally. And it was weird. All things considered, she was the girl who was undressing for half-drunk, aroused men in a club. Having eyes and interest on her should be nothing special given the specific of her profession, and yet Jason’s attitude was-- different.

As cliche as that sounded.

Just to calm her nerves she reached one cigarette and lighted it up, letting the addiction take control of her thoughts and making them just a bit clearer. It was nice and peaceful and for a moment she forgot about this annoying piece of muscles still standing down there with his hands in pockets.

„What?” she hissed

„Charming as usual.’

‘We only talked once.”

„Twice.”

„This is not talking.”

„Last time I checked exchanging words were count as conversation.”

„Smart ass” she muttered wondering about the best way to walk past him. Currently it was a bit impossible because his tall muscled frame was blocking her only way out.

„Is that all you have to say?”

„Did you lost your brother again, little boy? Maybe I should go check inside for someone interesting.”

„Come on, I can tell you’re eyeing me like I’m your next client. I’m not so little and you know it” he grinned not even bothering to play coy. Completely unlike last time.

„Seen better.” she shrugged not giving him any satisfaction nor boosting his ego.

„You sure? Thought you were a stripper not a hooker?”

‘How do you know nothing changed since last time?”

‘Did it?” this time his tone was a bit more serious as he looked at her. He didn’t want it to be true. As pathetic as it sounded he needed this girl to keep her sharp mind and even sharper tongue. He had some business that needed to be taken care of. Concerning that last villain he’s been chasing. With no success.

But.

Now he might have leverage.

Before she could make a move, as agile as a cat he slid to the top of the stairs, taking a spot next to her leaning on the door. She rolled her eyes trying to shove him away, but it only caused him to laugh.

„Why are you here again?”

„Business.”

„That’s vague.”

„Got your interest though.”

„If you’re looking for some fun and changed so much since the last time you run away from the crowd, may I remind you there are plenty girls inside. I can even recommend one or two who would love to have their hands on you. I have no idea why do you always keep destroying my work breaks.”

„I was hoping that couple from last week would be here.”

„They broke up.” she chuckled

„Oh, really, who would have thought?” Jason chuckled back „they seemed close.”

‘You have no idea.” she instinctively passed him the pack of cigarettes

‘Is that an invitation to further talk?” his eyebrows raised but being a chain smoker he could not refuse

„It’s an invitation to shut your mouth. For a guy, you do talk freaking lot.”

„Told you I got business to discuss.”

„And I told you --”

„I’m serious y/n.” he looked at her with a mix of annoyance, desperation and honesty.

„I’m at work.” she turned her head away from those pretty green eyes.

„Didn’t notice. Besides, you got ten minutes of break left.”

„So now you’re stalking me and know my schedule?”

‘Sure.” Jason shrugged „I also know where you live.”

„Bullshit!” she she blew smoke straight into his face „if you knew you would wait for me there, cutting my any way out. And yet, you’re here. In the dodgy neighbourhood, in a seedy strip club.”

„Aren’t you ever scared your attitude would get you in trouble?”

„You have no idea, pretty boy. Talked my way out of most of them. Got scars to prove it.” she pulled her skimpy top off slightly showing him some scars on the side and belly. „So you better not mess with me.”

If only she knew she has been talking to the Red Hood all this time.

Unless, which was actually very probable, it wouldn’t have any effect on her.

For a moment both of them went quiet. Thinking about the strangeness of the situation they found themselves in. In a different timeline they would never met let alone start becoming... something. What that something was, was still to be defined (or not), but for some indescribable reason that little bantering was becoming quite enjoyable.

Finally as her break was coming to the end she threw the cigarette on the ground extinguishing it with a shoe.

„What’s the business? And if you can’t describe it in three sentences max I swear I’ll stop listening and throw you down the stairs.”

„Deal!” Jason laughed and shook her outstretched hand „I need a pair of sharp eyes, a fast working brain and a cute face to watch someone for me.”

‘Ok. I wear lenses, my brain goes off sometimes making me do reckless things and I my face is far from cute when I get angry. Do I still qualify?” she raised an eyebrow suddenly uncharacteristically animated at the proposition. A magnet for trouble that girl was.

„Trust me sunshine, you’ll the perfect candidate for the position.”

And just like that she became some sort of spy. Or- was about to become, cause her little adventure was only about to start.

Did Jason have regrets and guilts about dragging her into the Red Hood and the Bats’ shit? Yes. Maybe a little. But still, he didn’t know her well enough to get actually worried even if something were to happen to her.

Brutal approach, but absolutely necessary in the line of work. You get some you loose some and the casualties were an integral part of his life.

Do not get attached. EVER.

And she didn’t need to know about his other identity and his whole plan. Just the parts that were important from her point of view. Observing the villain, getting close to him using her professional skills. Be some sort of double agent.

Just work. Nothing more nothing less.

And that little stinging in his chest was only the effect of some earlier shooting that happened this week leaving him slightly injured.

Nothing more.

Definitely no regret from just throwing her into the middle of the shitstorm.

***

Spoiler alert: Y/N was not stupid.

And knew where to dig to find the information needed to the full picture of the situation.

She didn’t do shitstorm.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction

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lover-222 · 10 months

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Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

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"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

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at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

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the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

(introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

(okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

(shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

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a/n:

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feedback is always welcomed!!

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#football imagine #football oneshot #pablo gavi #gavi #gavi oneshot #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi fluff #gavi angst #gavi blurb #fc barca oneshot #fc barca #fc barcelona

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sturniolowhore · 5 months

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☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #2

summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister.

part one! ♯ part three! ♯ part four! ♯ part five! ♯

part six!

warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?)

A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.

i hope you enjoy <3

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

chris 🤍

saturnnn

saturn 🪐

mhm? is everything okay?

chris 🤍

everything is all good

wanted to let you know we're like five minutes away

saturn 🪐

okay thank you sm chris

you have no idea how much easier you made all of this

chris 🤍

what can i say 😏😏

saturn 🪐

andd you ruined it!

chris 🤍

cmon saturn yk i always make things easy

saturn 🪐

actually you don't

you make everything so very complicated

chris 🤍

ouch 💔

saturn 🪐

aw did i hurt your feelings?

chris 🤍

mhm.

are you gonna make it up to me?

saturn 🪐

no i'm sorry the truth hurts darling 🥰

chris 🤍

the darling made me feel better :)

saturn 🪐

shut up you idiot

chris 🤍

okay😊

saturn 🪐

i'm sorry i'm being annoying

are you sure he has no idea? i just really want it to be a good surprise

chris 🤍

hey no you're not annoying

he just thinks i'm taking him out for his bday and then we're hanging out at your place like normal

it's all going to be okay saturn i promise

saturn 🪐

you can be so sweet sometimes

it's like another person possesses you but honestly thank you, that made me feel tonnes better

chris 🤍

are you going soft on me darling?

saturn 🪐

noo you can't use my own word against me??

chris 🤍

why not darling😇

saturn 🪐

fuck off

pay attention to leo

chris 🤍

yes ma'am see you in a few

i'll text you when we're in reception

saturn 🪐

see you 😊

venus smiles at her phone as she clicks it shut before she realises how happy she seems over a few messages and calms down a little. she turns to the rest of their friends with the newfound knowledge, "they're a few minutes away. chris said he would text me once they were in the reception area."

"relax vene, it's all going to go exactly as you planned," nick puts his hand on her shoulder to comfort her after a few minutes when he notices how panicked she looks; she's always been one to stick to plans and things not going the way they're set to makes her anxiety sky rocket.

before she has time to dwell on her nerves anymore though, her phone vibrates again and she looks at it quickly.

chris 🤍

we're inside darling

saturn 🪐

good now drop lee off and go home

you're not wanted

chris 🤍

always a sweetheart aren't you

saturn 🪐

i try 😇😇

after that, it's the last few moments of chaos and rushing around to get into position. it takes about a minute for the sound of the front door clicking open to reach their ears and the moment leo steps into the living room, they all scream surprise and he practically glows at the sight of all his friends. he starts to greet everyone one by one and venus leaves him to do exactly that, walking to the snack table and scanning it for what to eat first.

her small search is interrupted when she feels hands on either side of her waist and a chin propped onto her shoulders. she doesn't need to see or say anything to know who it is, he's always doing something like that and each time it's fucking instant butterflies at the touch.

"this looks fucking amazing," he says so close to her ear and it makes goosebumps settle on the skin beside it and the hairs on her neck stand slightly.

"you think so?" she asks, fully aware it looks good but wanting to hear him say it again purely for the sake of it.

"are you kidding? never seen anything like it. i knew you'd be able to pull it off," she can hear the smile in his voice as he speaks and she can't help but mirror it herself, her cheeks slightly flushing making her a little thankful he can't fully see her face.

"vee!" the sound of her brother's voice pulls her out of her trance and chris quickly removes himself from her, leaving her to frown at the lack of contact as she already misses the feeling of his hands against her.

chris watches from the side as leo pulls her into a tight embrace and he briefly makes out her mumbling into the hug, "happy birthday lee."

they pull apart and the smile on her face makes chris want to capture a picture in his head forever. everything about her is beyond adorable and there's just no way he can avoid the way he feels about her. he tried to at first but every time he so much as thought about her, it felt like his feelings were growing. now he silently embraces it, flirting whenever he can in the hopes that one day it'll be reciprocated and not something he does as a joke. it's hard with her being his best friend's sister but he still hopes for something to blossom between them everyday.

he watches as the two siblings continue to speak, both of them smiling as though they have no other purpose. his attention after a few moments stays glued to her because there's just some force of attraction that pulls him towards her. it's like he doesn't even realise he's gravitating towards her until his eyes are on her or until he's standing beside her. his body has a mind of its own when it comes to her.

eventually he gets pulled to other side of the room by matt and he'll be lying if he says he doesn't feel slightly upset that he has to separate from venus. still, he puts aside his sadness and engrosses himself in the conversations everyone is having and finds himself enjoying his time. that isn't to say he doesn't sneak glances at her whenever he can but he's still having fun nevertheless.

after hours pass, he still hasn't managed to corner venus on her own again. they've had many group conversations but none alone and he's a little bummed but it's time for leo to open his presents as now only the closest of friends remain. he's very excited to give leo his gift and his stomach bubbles at the thought as they sit down in various spots in the living room.

he pays attention to everything leo gets but he just really wants him to open (or rather see) his present. he almost jumps when it's his turn and leaves the room to go get it. when he's just outside the door he tells them all to close their eyes and they oblige happily.

he sets the item right in front of leo, sat beside venus might he add, and then with a large smile he says, "you can open your eyes now."

"oh my fucking god!" venus yells before anyone else can and okay maybe this is also part of the reason chris wanted to get the gift so badly.

"you did not," leo beams brightly as he picks the cat up in his hand before stroking it and looking at its collar, "vee, look at the collar."

venus does as he says and she literally jumps up and crashes chris into a hug that makes his breath hitch instantly, "you named it stitch. i feel like i'm the one getting the gift sorry but this is literally amazing."

"he's so cute," matt says as he takes the cat from leo and begins tickling him behind his ears.

leo stands up and pulls chris into a hug, one less dramatic than venus' but still one that shows chris how thankful he is. chris knew he was excited for a reason and seeing their reactions makes his heart soar. he'd genuinely do anything for the siblings.

later on when he's on the couch on his phone, only him and his brothers with leo and venus left at the house, venus approaches him and flops down next to him with an exhausted sigh.

he clicks his phone off within seconds and gives her a gentle smile that she returns with an even greater one before she starts her adorable rambling again, "i can't believe you actually got a cat. this is the best day of my life, i could kiss you right now."

chris knows she's joking but his heart flutters at her words and he suddenly starts to find it very hot in the room. normally he's the one flirting or making a comment like such but hearing it from her is another thing entirely. he's actually rendered speechless. chris sturniolo is fucking speechless.

"oh come on kissing me can't be that bad, you don't have to be so disgusted to the point you can't speak," she rolls her eyes at him but he swears there's a little flicker of sadness in her eyes as she speaks.

"come on i never said that. i'm just a little shocked you're the one saying something like that and not me," he tells her somewhat truthfully because she could not be more wrong.

"oh so you can flirt with confidence but the confidence disappears when you're flirted with. cute," she laughs and he wants to kiss her so badly, it's practically insane.

and she has the audacity to keep going as though she isn't completely flipping chris' world upside down, "come on chris, let's get straight to it."

she puckers her lips up jokingly but chris feels his heart racing, beginning to imagine how he'd react if this was all real and he actually was about to kiss her. if it were anyone else, he probably would have kissed them but he has something good with venus. it might not be what he wants to have but he has her and he doesn't want a kiss to ruin that. it does hurt not having her like he desires but he knows losing her entirely would hurt even more.

"venus what the fuck are you doing?" leo's voice is sharp as he enters the room and for the first time, chris finds himself filled with relief that it isn't just himself and venus in the room anymore.

she turns to him with a sheepish smile and basically questions, "um... showing chris a meme?"

"a meme that looks a lot like you're going to kiss him? and why the hell are you not moving away chris?" he shifts to chris and chris sighs inaudibly to anyone but himself.

because it's not real.

because even if it was real, i don't think i'd be able to move.

because i wanted to kiss her.

"because do you really think saturn here would kiss me? how many times have i flirted with her and all she does is tell me to fuck off? come on lee," chris decides to say and leo does calm down at that because he knows it's true.

chris is too focused on leo to see the way venus' face falls as a result of his words. her mind is producing dozens of thoughts all at once. does chris' flirting actually mean something to him? has she been denying herself of having him this entire time? surely not but then why does chris sound different when he says his words? what the fuck just happened?

❛ ━━･❪ ִ ࣪𖤐 ❫ ･━━ ❜

tags: @mattslolita

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yurislotusgarden · 9 months

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Hello there, are still open for some requests ?

If you are, may I request some platonic short fic for Dazai, in a story where Dazai and reader (female) are hanging out or having fun together at a Cat Cafe. So reader is having a bad day and Dazai decided to cheer reader up by taking her to the Cat Cafe

Some small information, Reader is Dazai’s younger sister in the story, and she lives together with Dazai, but to avoid some misunderstanding they sleeps in a separate bed room

That’s all, thank you, and I hope you have a lovely day 💐💖💐

Cat Cafe is the solution

ʚїɞ Platonic!Dazai Osamu x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: 927

ʚїɞ I don't like this one too much, it sucks compared to my other works (in my opinion). I do not know why I struggled with this one so much since I never struggled with writing platonic fics??? We are also gonna ignore that I didn't post anything for almost a month :)

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! reader's gender is said to be female from one "little sister but otherwise I didn't write anything else about the gender (I didn't even notice help)

A knock on the door to your room caused you to pry your eyes away from the book you were reading. Looking up, in the doorway was standing none other than your annoying, yet beloved older brother, Dazai Osamu.

“Do you need anything?” You asked looking over at the clock on your nightstand. 14:52 (2:52 pm), an hour Dazai still should be at his job, but it’s normal for him to randomly come back to the small agency apartment you two live in. “And shouldn’t you be in the agency? Kunikida is gonna scold you again”

“We’re going out!” You get dismissed, but you ignore that fact due to your confusion. “Huh? Where?” “That’s a surprise!” You sighed. Of course, the brunette wouldn’t tell you, what did you expect? Before you could react, the brunette came up to you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled gently until you stood up from your bed where you were sitting, the book falling onto the bed. You just hope the page you were on wasn’t lost.

“C’mon! N/n, we need to go before Kunikida realizes where I went” Oh, so you weren’t fully dismissed earlier.

“Why did you even randomly decide to take me somewhere?” “Oh why, It’s my duty as your older brother to make your day better, little sister!” How did he even know your day was shit even without talking much with you today? You won’t question it, you gave up on that years ago.

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“Cat cafe?”

Here are the two of you standing in front of a small cafe which you quickly noticed to be a cat cafe to be specific. If you remember correctly, the cafe opened only 2 weeks prior, you’re not gonna hide you wanted to go here with what you heard about this place.

“Yeah, Yosano-sensei told me that you talked about this place last week in one of your guys' gossip talks” “Wha- She said she won’t tell you!”

The ‘gossip talks’ as named by Dazai, aren’t really only for that -even tho gossip is the thing that is mostly talked about at those meets- but just talking about random things with a little alcohol… no one needs to know about the other part.

“She didn’t want to tell me absolutely anything until I bribed her with something that will hurt my wallet a lot”

“You mean Kunikida-kun’s wallet”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”

You think that maybe you should buy something for Kunikida for putting up with your brother’s bullshit all the time, maybe a new pen? Or pay for one of his meals? Maybe- And there you go being dragged again, this time into the cafe itself instead.

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The interior was welcoming when the two entered the cafe, the bell above the door jingling, alerting the workers that more customers arrived. The beige and brown walls made it seem homely and comfortable. The cold air from the AC was gently blowing on you and the brunette, instantly cooling both of you down from the warm fall air. Since the cafe was fairly empty at this time, you and Dazai went to sit down at a booth in the far left corner by a window after ordering drinks. You could hear quiet music playing from the speakers in the cafe after listening a little more closely.

“Do you even know anything about cats?” You started a conversation knowing that your brother may start something that will get you kicked out of the calm place. The safer option is to start it yourself.

“I do! Quite a lot actually!”

“I don’t believe you. Why would you know anything besides the basics? Look at you.”

“I’m taking the last part as a compliment. But! To answer your doubts, searching stuff up between work is much more entertaining.”

“What work? You mean sitting in the office and annoying Kunikida-kun until he’s close to having an aneurysm?” A fake offended gasp came from the brunette, as you expected.

“I’ll have you know that I work very hard every day!”

“You being late every day and paperwork being given to Atsushi-kun speaks something different!”

“Do you want me to prove that I know a lot?” Dazai leaned onto his arms on the table.

“Do it.”

Surprisingly, he indeed knows a lot more than you expected. Is that what he does when he isn’t jumping into rivers? Searching up stuff about cats? Why does he know all that stiff if he never did and still doesn’t own a cat?

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“You thought that my bad mood will disappear just because we came here?” It was over 15 minutes before you remembered why were you even in the cafe in the first place.

“Of course! We both know my ideas don’t fail!”

You were going to say how coming here won’t magically fix your mood, that it doesn’t work like that, but that was your thought before 2 of the cafe cats decided you’re the perfect person to bother. One cat -who you heard didn’t even like people that much and normally just sits in random places to evade people- is casually lying on your lap and accepting pets like it’s normal for him, and then there’s the other one who’s sitting beside you in a way that you have no option to put your hand comfortably to the side, therefore, resulting in you petting that one too.

A chuckle came from the older who unlike you didn’t have any cat anywhere near him. “You were saying?”

“Shut. I at least have cats that like me”

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated <3

#bsd x reader #bsd dazai #bsd #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #platonic #x reader

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greg-montgomery · 2 years

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Ivy - Part 3

gif by: @fatherhotchner <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2

Chapter summary: You have a fight with Sean, and find shelter in his brother's house.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“No way,” you said to your friend who was on the other end of the phone. “Shut up!”

Sean was switching channels on the TV, unable to decide what to watch. Your reactions to whatever your friend was telling you caught his attention, and made him even more uninterested in watching television. He was more interested in you.

“Send me pictures as soon as you get ready tonight. It’s going to look so stunning on you, especially with your black dress,” you squealed with excitement. “Okay, talk to you later. Love you!”

“What happened?” Sean asked, curious, when you hung up.

“Okay so, remember when I went to Madeline’s the other day?”

He nodded, urging you to continue.

“Well, we were looking at jewelry and she showed me this necklace she has been obsessing over for months now, and obviously she knew she could never afford it ‘cause it’s like four thousand dollars. Anyway, she left the tab open on her laptop by accident and her boyfriend saw it and bought it for her as a surprise, can you believe it?”

Sean stayed silent, so you felt the need to explain yourself.

“I mean I’m not into that kind of stuff, but she loves jewelry so she got excited-”

“You don’t have to do that,” he cut you off.

“Do what?”

“Try to make me feel better about myself.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” you defended yourself.

“Come on, everyone likes expensive things,” he said.

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I prioritize in a relationship. That’s not what I care about.”

“Y/N, I told you, you don’t have to do that,” he raised his voice slightly.

“Why are you trying to pick up a fight over nothing?”

“I just don’t like being pitied.”

“That’s not what’s happening. I just didn’t want you to think that I expect gifts like that from you. I only got excited for my friend,” you explained to him.

“Sure.”

That annoyed you. “Okay, Sean, I’m not gonna do this right now. If this is something you’re insecure about, you can’t put it on me; not when I’m being nothing but supportive on your new beginning.”

“Don’t you get it that just by saying these things you make me feel small?”

“That’s enough,” you raised your tone. “We’re supposed to be together in this. You’re not supposed to be embarrassed about how much money you make when it comes to me. We’re supposed to be doing life together.”

“How can I do this when you’re swooning over a gift that could pay our rent for god knows how many months?”

“I didn’t ask you to buy me the fucking necklace, Sean! I didn’t even know you felt like this. I thought…I thought we were doing good.”

“We are,” his voice softened. “We are. You’re the reason I’ve am in the place that I am. You are the one good thing in my life.”

“Then what was this?” your voice softened like his.

“I just feel like I’m not good enough for you.”

“Sean…If you don’t work on yourself - no matter what I say or do - I’ll never convince you you’re good enough just the way you are.”

You tried to move closer to him, comfort him with you touch, but he stopped you.

“Not right now.”

Sean had left the house not even twenty minutes after your fight. He wanted his space and you respected that, so you didn’t call or text him. He’d come back when he was ready.

Still, you were left alone with your thoughts, in an empty house, overthinking the argument. You had stopped crying, but your chest was feeling heavy and your heart was beating fast from anxiety. Fighting with your boyfriend never failed to make you feel sad, stressed and really fucking lonely.

You wanted to talk to someone, you needed a hug, but it was getting late and you didn’t wanna bother anyone by waking them up over a possibly stupid problem.

You couldn’t help your thoughts from traveling to a certain someone. He was definitely awake at this time. Your heart fluttered at the thought of his face. His furrowed brows and dark eyes focused on a piece of paper, refusing to sleep, determined to figure out a case.

Suddenly you needed to see him.

Maybe you could drive to his house. And if he wasn’t there, he would simply not open the door and you’d drive back home. No damage done.

So you followed the plan. Arriving at his house, though, you finally realized what you were doing. And what you were doing was one word: stupid.

What if Jack was there and he was asleep? You’d wake the kid up just by ringing the bell.

Or what if Aaron had someone over? You cringed at the thought of the door opening, and you standing there with eyes red from crying, looking up at Aaron and then noticing a girl in a pretty dress, sitting on the couch behind him and asking him who’s at the door.

You shut your eyes to shake the thought away. What an awful image. You hated the girl in the pretty dress already.

“What if you just texted him to check?” the little devil on your shoulder suggested and who were you to say no?

You: Are you awake?

Aaron: Yes. Is everything okay?

You: Yeah don’t worry. Are you home?

Aaron: I am. Is something wrong?

You: I’m outside. Can you open the door?

You heard his footsteps and your heart got crazy. Soon the door opened and you saw him.

Casual Aaron: the best Aaron.

“Y/N, are you okay? What’s wrong?” his voice was worried and soft and it made you melt and soon the tears were back in your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go,” your voice broke.

“What happened?” he asked, and walked closer to you. His hands touched your shoulders. “Are you hurt? Tell me.”

You shook your head no. “I’m fine. Sean and I had a fight and-” you paused because of a sob, “and I didn’t wanna be alone. I’m sorry if you have plans, I can go, it’s totally fine.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said and moved his hand on your back to urge you to walk into his home.

You took a look around. No girl in a pretty dress on his couch, thank God.

“Can I sit?”

“Of course. Do you need anything? Some water maybe? Or tea to calm you down?”

“Maybe later,” you smiled and sat down.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” he asked when he took a seat next to you.

“We fought over the stupidest thing. And I’m starting to doubt if it was even his fault in the first place. Maybe I hurt his feelings without realizing? But then again, before today, I had never talked about guys spoiling their girlfriends or anything. So what was that? I don’t know…”

Aaron listened to you without saying anything.

“You must think I’m talking nonsense,” you said.

He smiled. “It’s a bit hard to understand you fully without context, but most of your words make sense to me. It’s normal not to know who’s at fault after a fight. Sometimes in the process of trying to understand the other person’s feelings we invalidate our own. ”

“Okay, Oprah,” you sniffled.

He glared at you. “That’s the thanks I get for trying to help.”

“Sorry,” you giggled. “Thank you. And thank you for letting me in.”

“Y/N, of course. My home is always open for you.”

Somehow you already knew that. That’s why you were there when it was almost midnight.

“Is Jack here?”

“Mhm…he’s sleeping,” Aaron said. “He had a football game today so he was exhausted. He fell asleep in two seconds. I didn’t even manage to finish reading him a single page of the book.”

“Sweet angel,” you laughed fondly.

“If you stay here tonight, you’ll see him in the morning.”

“Aaron, I don’t wanna intrude. I’ll be just fine,” you quickly responded.

“There’s no way I’m letting you drive back home this late alone. And because I can’t leave Jack here to drive you myself - unless Sean comes here to pick you up - you’re staying,” he said.

“But-”

“No buts.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

You sat there in silence for a bit. Until you decided to break it.

“Aaron?”

“Hm?”

“Can you hold me for a bit?” you asked and in a matter of seconds he had pulled you into his strong arms.

You buried your nose in the crook of his neck. Of course he smelled like heaven. Why did he have to smell like heaven?

This hug was exactly what you needed to finally let go. Your eyes felt watery again and you started crying, quietly this time.

You cried because Sean didn’t feel like he was good enough for you. You cried because Sean loved you, he really did, but there you were, in his brother’s arms, and there was no place you’d rather be. You cried because the thoughts you had about Aaron the night before made you feel dirty. You cried because being held by Aaron felt safer than anything in the world. You cried because you realized that your heart had finally slowed down just by beating against his.

“Y/N!” Jack’s sweet voice filled the kitchen.

“Hi, angel,” you gave him a hug as he ran to you. “Good morning!”

“Good morning! Are you gonna have breakfast with us?” he asked, and started jumping up and down when your hug was over.

“I am,” you grinned.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Of course,” you said and pulled him on your lap. “Your daddy made pancakes. But we have to add some fruit too, right?”

He made a face.

“Jack,” you scolded him, but were biting back a smile.

“Fine,” he said and grabbed a fork from the table.

“Maybe I should have you here every morning, if you can convince him that easily,” Aaron interrupted.

“Best job ever,” you joked and kissed Jack’s cheek.

The two of you laughed and Aaron joined you at the table.

Who knew that eating pancakes with two cute Hotchners could be so healing? You had almost forgotten that you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, with Aaron’s scent on his sheets being your only comfort. You felt so bad that he had slept on the couch because of you, but it was obvious that there was no way he’d let you sleep there instead.

After taking the last bite from your plate, you noticed the screen of your phone light up.

Sean: Babe I’m sorry. Where are you? I wanna talk.

You lifted your head and your eyes met with Aaron’s.

“All good?” he mouthed at you, so Jack wouldn’t notice.

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

You could steal a few peaceful moments with them before you had to deal with real life. It was safe there and you weren’t ready to let go just yet.

Part 4

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months

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For context I'm (20) living with my dad and brother (16). I've just finished my first year of college so I have a lot of free time (been looking for temp/part time jobs to fill the time but its slow going). Dad is, functionally, living with his gf elsewhere. He still pays the bills and he'll be back home 2-3 days a week but he mostly spends it at his desk so he's there but he's not really there.

I do just about everything around the house, taking out the trash, cleaning, shopping (dad sends money to cover most of the cost), laundry etc. And sure, I have time, I can do that, but no one else does anything, other than my brother doing his own washing up and occasionally laundry if repeatedly prompted.

I get it, this sounds petty, and maybe it is, but the real problem here is my dad. He will occasionally grace us with his presence for a few hours, but somehow, somehow he leaves a ridiculous amount of mess in his wake. He doesn't do the dishes, letting it pile up in the bowl, won't take his laundry upstairs, leaves chip packets lying around and he doesn't put the milk back in the fridge, sometimes he doesn't even put the lid back on it!

I got sick of it and told the pair of them that I was done cleaning messes I didn't contribute to, and I stopped clearing the sides and washing other people's dishes.

Unsurprisingly, the end result was the washing up bowl and half eaten cereal began to develop mold and I was once again left to deal with it.

I addressed my grievances with dad and he got really annoyed at me, talking about how hard it was for him when his gf doesn't want to come over (which 1. wasn't relevant and 2. it's not her fault if he, a grown adult man, chooses to stay with her instead of us) and how we must think it's so funny to leave his mess for him to clean up when he wants to come home from work and not have to deal with that. Anything I said about equal chore distribution and the fact that most adults manage to go to work, come home and still do the dishes was not taken in, as business continues as usual.

I know this isnt a dramatic or interesting read but I'm kind of losing my mind here, I know everyone else is being an ass but I dont know if I am as well. AITA for not wanting to do the housework for 3 people even though I have the time to do it?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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nighthunter241 · 11 months

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He is Mine-Prologue (Henry Cavill x male reader)

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION 18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

(First day of the Freshman year)

M/N….M/N….M/N….WAKE UP, you wake up and it is your brother Anthony being annoying. “Why did you wake me up, can’t you see I was sleeping dumbass.” Anthony signs and says, “Well maybe it is because I don’t know ... .IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL SO GET UP.” You jump up instantly “Shit,Shit,Shit I forgot to set my alarm,” “You're welcome by the way” says Anthony but you barely hear him due to you running to the bathroom. After a quick shower you put on your school uniform which you sadly must wear, three kids and your parents of course still wanted to send you to a prestigious school. You go downstairs for breakfast and see your other brother Sebastian finishing his breakfast. “OOOHHHHHH someone is going to be late” says your brother. You ignore him and grab a quick bite; your mother and father go up to you “We told you not to stay up late and we also reminded you about your alarm.” “I’m so sorry mom and dad won’t happen again.” “Better not” says your father but his tone is not serious, after breakfast you notice your siblings left you and you are forced to run like hell to school. While running you check the time on your phone and without paying attention you run into someone. You fall onto the floor and before you can process what happened you hear a voice with a soothing british accent. “I am sorry, here let me help you up” you look up and see a good-looking guy with his hand extended towards you. “Um ... .no need to apologize I wasn’t paying attention; my name is M/N.""My name is Henry. It is a pleasure to meet you, wait a second, that uniform you are going to attend S/N also.” “Yes, I am currently a freshman” you said, “How about we walk together to school then.” After making it to school on time you barely get your schedule and head to homeroom you end up realizing you are with Henry. “Hey, good to see you again I guess we are in the same homeroom” you say. “We are, well at least I know one person here” says Henry. “You barely know me though, not to sound too rude,” “Well I guess that means we just need to get to know each other” Henry chuckles and you blush. 3 years later (Senior year)

You are making your way back home on a Friday without your siblings due to them having to stay back because of their club, you did not really care you were happy the weekend came. Three years passed by so quickly, everything still seems the same, you and Henry have become good friends, but a part of you always hopes for something more but having Henry as your friend seems better than having him hate you. You two would always walk to school together then he would go to meet up with his other friend before meeting up in the homeroom class and any other classes you guys had together. Except for lunch since that is where he usually likes to be alone so you respect that. You cannot stop staring at him, the way he looks, the way his eyes look when he is talking to you makes you feel things. You accepted the fact you have feelings for him, the question is whether it is worth trying to tell him without knowing if he even feels the same way. Hours pass and you are ready to head to bed when you get a strange text from Robert, another student you worked on a school project a month back.

Robert: Hello M/N

M/N: Hey?

Robert: You remember me, right?

M/N: Yes, we worked on that science project, the one that I DID all the work in

Robert: Which I gratefully thanked you for

M/N: Anyway, why are you randomly texting me?

Robert: Well, I saw you staring at a certain senior for a while and a little birdie told me you might have some sort of romantic feelings for that senior, that senior being Henry.

M/N: I am sorry I believe this is a misunderstanding.

Robert: Relax, I am not going to threaten to expose you, I am wanting to help by giving you a heads up.

M/N: Heads up?

Robert: Do you know someone named Amy; she is in your AP Calculus class.

M/N: Oh yes, she is Henry's childhood best friend, I see them talk to each other before I meet up with him in our homeroom.

Robert: Well ... .to get to the point she likes Henry deeply and wants to confess her feelings for him this upcoming Friday since she believes in that dumb school legend.

M/N: ????

Robert: Is it really that hard to understand?

M/N: No, is not….just that random for you tell me and why are you.

Robert: Well after cheating off you this entire year I believe it is good karma for me to help you.

M/N: WAIT YOU DID WHAT THIS WHOLE YEAR!

Robert: Relax man you helped me out, I really do not give a shit about this school stuff since I am going to run my father’s company anyway.

M/N: Whatever, so you telling me this is just because you want to be generous, what is the catch?

Robert: No catch just helping a friend 😊

M/N: Ok????

Robert: So, you have until Friday to stop her by any means necessary.

M/N: What do you mean by any means?

Robert: Oh, you know, over time I am sure you will understand.

M/N: What?

Robert: Well goodnight and text me whenever you need me for anything, and I mean ANYTHING. I would think fast, you do not want to lose Henry and lose the opportunity to be with him.

What the hell you thought, you went to bed trying to forget what just happened until you started having a dream. You woke up in a room with Amy and Henry and they were just chatting and for some reason you were getting angry. “Henry is mine, and you won’t get in the way!” you said while running to her and before you could attack her you randomly woke up startled. It was Saturday seven in the morning, and you decided to get up. You thought to yourself, “what in the world was that dream, can you really be willing to hurt someone over a crush”. You had no homework to do, and your brothers and parents were still sleeping, out of curiosity you looked up Amy on social media. Now knowing about her confession coming up you start realizing all the signs were there, she always liked Henry and now she was ready to tell him, if the legend is true then that means Henry will say yes and you will lose your chance with him. You grabbed your phone and texted Robert hoping he would be up. M/N: HEY WAKE UP

Robert: Well, someone is excited.

M/N: Can you find any info on Amy, I mean anything.

Robert: Oh, someone is all ready to plan, I wonder what it is.

M/N: Just shut up and do it please.

Robert: All right I will do my best, who am I kidding of course I will find something I am the best.

You wait for a bit and after some time Robert has sent you a file with general information about Amy, you read it, but nothing catches your attention. If they are friends her feelings for him will never go away, so what can you do? Unless you could somehow change his perspective of her that will cause him to think differently of him. That's it, you just need to make sure their friendship diminishes to the point where Henry cannot see himself in a relationship with her if their friendship is not working out, but can you do that in just one school week, well you must try at least.

#henry cavill x male reader #male reader #x male reader

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