#'oh i wouldn't normally do x' YES!! That's the point!! go live!!!!

[kaleuh]

i am. shaping up to have the craziest summer of my life

[sanguineterrain]

I am FERAL over your knight Jason thought. FERAL!!! Okay check this out: so Jason's ignoring reader because he feels guilty right? Maybe he tried to give them back but the king wouldn't allow it. But maybe the reader misunderstands and thinks they're not doing their "duties" so they make dinner and breakfast and wash his clothes and basically act like a perfect spouse. How would Jason react? 👀

Dear god... I feel another series coming on...

Idkidk, their dynamic is just really interesting to me! it's probably gonna be a bit of a slow burn here. Feel free to send more thoughts about them. I am rotating these two like a rotisserie chicken in my brain.

knight!jason todd x gn!reader. ambiguous time period but just assume it's olden times *gestures vaguely*. tw arranged marriage/forced relationship but it's complicated! jason is full of angst and self-loathing but he's a sweetie as per usual. original post for context.

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The soldier—Jason—has said four words since you've arrived.

The first was "here," which he said whilst handing you a mug of milk. He didn't look at you as he said it, and that morning, he left for a five-day long station. You only know that because he said, after handing you the milk, "I've been stationed."

You realized it was five days when you heard his horse galloping towards the house... five days later.

You haven't initiated conversation because though you're a commoner, and no one ever had much hope for you to become anything but an old spinster, you know not to challenge knights.

But this is fucking ridiculous.

"Do you like veal?" you ask on your fourteenth day here.

Jason is about to leave, his boots half laced. He freezes at your question and looks up.

You stand tall, chin up. This is a normal question. A question a wife would ask her husband, except you're not a wife, and you're pretty sure this soldier isn't a husband either.

"I like veal," he says carefully, slowly. "Would you like me to fetch some from the market?"

Now, this is where it gets tricky. When the king summoned you, he made it clear that you were expected to care for Jason under his rules. You don't know how to navigate this world. You know what couples in your village do, but you don't know what's expected of you here.

"Actually, I..." Jason looks at you. His eyes are very green. He has a surprisingly sweet face under his helmet. "Actually, I was wondering if I could go. On my own."

"Oh."

You brace yourself for arguing or yelling. True, he hasn't raised his voice once, but he also hasn't said much at all. It's like living with a ghost.

"Yes, of course. Of course you can go." He fishes out a pouch of coins and gives them to you. You take it slowly, waiting for him to realize his mistake. He doesn't.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods and watches you walk.

"Wait."

You stop. Here it comes.

"There's a cargo ship in port today. The guards rotate at noon."

He leaves before you can form a thought. You hold the coins, watching blankly as the door shuts behind him. His horse whinnies, and then he's gone.

The market isn't far from the cottage. It's fantastic to be outside again. No one's noticed your absence, clearly, but that's alright. You've never expected more.

You buy a good cut of veal and potatoes and carrots and apples. Jason gave you more money than any cut of meat would cost, so surely he assumed you would buy other food. Why else would he give you so much?

A ship's horn drones in the distance. You're feeling some oranges when you remember his words. A cargo ship.

The sun is almost at its highest point.

"Oi! Either buy 'em or stop feelin' 'em!" the seller snaps.

You roll your eyes and move on from the orange stand. You can see the horizon of where the sky meets the sea from here. Any moment, the guards will change, and the ship will be...

You stop. Was Jason hinting at your escape?

No, he couldn't have been! That's preposterous. Why would he want you gone? The king took you for a reason.

And where would you go anyway? Once you leave, you'd be a criminal forever. You couldn't make a home on your own. And who knows what could happen in between? Pirates, enemy soldiers, anybody could snatch you up.

This must've been a test. A test to see if you would run. That's why he agreed to you going so easily.

No, your escape can't be planned now. Not when you're so obviously uncomfortable, and Jason knows it.

You ignore the ship and go home with your purchases. You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing veal stew. You warm leftover bread over the fire and set a pot of butter on the table.

Jason comes in louder than he has before, humming quietly. You perk up at the sound, happy for the lack of silence.

You set a bowl of stew at his chair and wait by the fire. As soon as he enters the kitchen, the humming stops.

"Welcome home," you say, wringing your hands. "I made supper."

Jason glances at the table, then back at you.

"You came back," he says.

"Why wouldn't I?" you ask, face neutral as you cut the bread into chunks.

"That—did the ship come?"

"Yes."

Jason sits. His face is dirty from training.

"I bought more than veal," you say, and hand him the pouch. "I hope that's alright. We—there were no more potatoes."

He takes the pouch, rubbing the string tied around the top. "You went to the marketplace... and came back."

It's not a question, but it sounds like there might be one behind it.

"Certainly," you say. "I'm loyal to you, Jason. I serve you."

He looks up, blinking rapidly. Then he looks back at his stew.

Oh, right. He's waiting for you to ask permission to sit.

"May I join you?" you ask.

Jason flinches. "You don't... you don't have to ask. I would never stop you from eating."

The words hang in the air. It's like neither one of you can speak right.

You watch him, and he watches you as you serve yourself and sit on the opposite side of the table. Jason takes the first bite, and you eat right after.

"Is the supper satisfactory? Have I done well?" you ask.

Jason stops chewing and sets his spoon down. You're struck by his shift in demeanor. You worry for a moment you've screwed up something as dim-wittingly simple as stew.

His eyes are sad as they fall on you. It's akin to grief, the pain he wears, but you don't know why he's grieving. You silently offer him more bread, pushing it toward him. He takes it.

"Yes," he says quietly and eats another spoonful. "You did. Thank you for supper."

Jason cleans his bowl three times. You have no stew leftover, which pleases you.

But as soon as Jason finishes eating, he gets up, rinses his bowl, and wordlessly leaves.

You don't see him for the rest of the night.

Somehow, you feel lonelier than when you weren't speaking.

[tqmies]

WE'RE NOT FRIENDS | K. Gyuvin

Description. Gyuvin's not jealous - he doesn't even have a reason to be. You two were just friends who fucked sometimes! But in the back of his head, he knows he yearns for more, but do you?

Not tryna talk, just tryna kiss ya'. NOT FRIENDS // LOOΠΔ

Pairing. Fwb!Gyuvin x Fem!Reader

Warnings. MDNI. Smut, Curse words, Oral, Penetration, Condom Use (Wrap it), Crying (Not in a bad way)

Word count. 4K

Note: I wanted to do something better than this but I also wanted to get it out! Inspired by my anons who loved jealous gyuvin <3

You smile as you enter the dorm, greeted immediately by Gyuvin's friends. They must've known you were coming, you giggle as you follow through the hallway, Hanbin immediately going into a spiel about something that happened at work that morning.

You nodded in understanding, "You're so strong 'Bin, I would've thrown the drink at the customers face."

He laughed as he shook his head. "I'd be jobless."

You're about to respond when you're pulled away by a chattering Matthew, "Dude I have to tell you about this new machine they added to the gym-"

"Wait wait," Jiwoong appears out of seemingly nowhere. "First I have to show you this cat I took a picture of!"

He pulls out his phone, Hanbin and Matthew growing silent as they want to see the cat as well. You gasp in adoration as Jiwoong locates the picture. "Awe! Oh my goodness, he's so fat!"

Jiwoong nods. "Exactly!"

He's about to continue when Taerae comes barreling out of his room, dimples appearing as he speaks. "I heard your voice and came running."

You scrunch your nose, teasing. "Gosh, I didn't realize you were all so excited to see me."

"You need to come around more often so we can update you normally," Hanbin offers before looking apologetic. "Instead of clamoring around you before you can even make it to the living room."

You chuckle in response. "It's okay, I don't mind."

"Hao's out, but Ricky and Gunwook just left to go get us food! What do you want? I'll text them!" Matthew interjects, already typing on his phone before you wave him off.

You grip the box in your hand. "Ah, it's okay. I'm not staying, just came by to-"

"You're not staying?!" Yujin walks up before crossing his arms, wearing a pout. The younger always knew how to guilt trip you with those puppy eyes.

"I just came to drop off something for Gyuvin." You look around, noting that indeed, as you had thought, none of the boys around you were him. Funny how the others were more excited to see you.

"Oh come on," Taerae places a hand on your shoulder. "You should stay, eat with us!"

You stand awkwardly, not sure if Gyuvin would want you to stay. He hasn't even come out of his room to greet you yet. "I don't know.."

"Please?" Yujin begs, and you always had a soft spot for the younger boy. He reminded you of a little brother who just wanted his sister to stay for dinner. How could you say no to that?

"Well," You contemplate, you really should just drop the box off and leave. You sigh in defeat though, the faces around you looking so excited at the prospect. "Okay, I'll stay."

"Yes!" Jiwoong smiles, as the others look visibly happy as well. They were always so kind to you, and you were always glad Gyuvin's friends took a liking to you.

Oh, right. Gyuvin.

"I'll be right back, okay?" You say, making your way through to the point of the visit's room. You knock softly on his door, knowing it was just him alone in there, but also not wanting to disturb him if he was busy.

He opens the door, eyes immediately shifting to the box. He reaches it for it, "Thanks-"

You pull it back towards you. "Hey, how are you? Oh me? I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking! I did just drive all the way here to bring you this package that you ordered to my house so that way your roommates wouldn't get into it! Oh wow, thanks for the favor, I appreciate it so much that I'll even come greet you by the door when you get here."

He waits for you to finish your rendition as he looks down, your little mocking speech leaving him unamused. "You had plenty of people to greet you at the door."

You narrow your eyes, shoving the box into his hand in annoyance. "That's not the point, I came to see you."

Gyuvin just stares before he opens his mouth to speak but he's quickly interrupted by Matthew entering the hallway. "Food's here!"

You don't move, standing as you wait for Gyuvin to say something, anything. But he just gestures behind you before repeating, "Food's here."

You turn in disappointment, you don't know what you wanted him to say. But it definitely wasn't that.

You join the others at the dining table as they scoot over to make room for you. Seeing as one of them is missing, there's just the right amount of chairs.

Normally, you'd sit wherever there was room, but Ricky was quick to greet you and offer you the seat next to his. He pats the chair, "This one's open."

That's bullshit, Gyuvin notes. There were several other chairs that were open because not everyone was sitting yet. Like himself, who was waiting for you to sit so he could sit next to you.

That dream slowly dies in front of him as Jiwoong takes the seat to the other side of you, having to strangle off Hanbin for it. He shows you something on his phone that has you smiling brightly.

And for some twisted reason that he can't exactly explain.

Gyuvin hates it.

It's the same feeling he felt deep in the pit of his stomach earlier. He came out of his room right away to see you, but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the others hovering over you.

You seemed to forgotten who you had even come to see, so he sulked his way back to his room, unable to pinpoint what exactly it was that he was feeling.

Ricky, being the little shit he was, would call it jealously every time he would spill about his feelings —He only resorted to consulting him after Jiwoong suggested it was indigestion— but Gyuvin disagrees.

Why would he even be jealous? You two were just friends!

Friends who regularly fogged up his car windows from the backseat in an empty parking lot when he needed to clear his mind.

Friends who would often grind on each other in the dark of his room, his computer screen the only source of light in the late hours of the night.

Friends who were on their knees for each other when the other was stressed, because that's what friends are for, right?

But the word remained. Friends.

Even if he wanted to be jealous, he couldn't be, he had no right. You two weren't anything, he doesn't even think you like him like that.

But he thinks that if he has to watch Matthew wink at you one more time, he's going to slam his head against this table. But he's not jealous! Right... It was fine, everything was fine.

"Hao's gonna be upset he missed you, he's learning that one classical song you like on violin." Hanbin speaks up before leaning onto his hand. "What was the name? I can't remember"

Ricky vaguely recalls. "The one from Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Oh my gosh, he's learning Merry Go Round of Life?" You light up in your seat, clearly impressed. You forgot you had mentioned your love for the classical piece to them before.

Gyuvin can feel himself growing bitter, since when did you like that movie? Or that song? And why did he feel so left out right now? And even worse, why was Hao learning it for you? That felt so.. romantic.

"I've never seen that movie." Gunwook innocently comments as he places his chopsticks down.

"Me either." Taerae sighs as an idea pops into your head.

"Oh they're having a special showing of it at the theater next week for it's anniversary! I wanted to go but I didn't think anyone would wanna come with." You pout before raising a brow. "Unless you guys wanna go?"

The two are quick to nod and it's not long before the others pile on and ask if they can tag along too. Gyuvin's pissed, why didn't you just ask him? Of course he would've went to the movie with you. He didn't care what you two did, he just liked spending time together.

Truth be told, you were going to ask Gyuvin. He was your first option, seeing as he's your best friend, but since he was acting weird, maybe it'd be best to hang out with some of the other guys. What was his deal anyways?

Ricky breaks you from your thoughts. "Oh I saw this necklace the other day with your birthstone, but I wanted to ask you before I bought it."

Gyuvin is seething.

"Ricky," You smile as you place your drink down, eyes never leaving his. You were well aware of his habit of dropping money on his friends. That necklace was definitely way out of your price range. "You don't need to buy me anything."

"I want to, it was pretty." He grins, awaiting Gyuvins reaction in his prerifrial vision.

You quirk your head to the side. "I'm sure it was."

"Just like you." Ricky continues as he sees his friend gritting his teeth in the seat across from him. Ricky knew what he was doing, but he was tired of seeing you two run around in circles with each other. He just wanted to just nudge you two in the right direction, or so help him.

Now, Gyuvin could handle everything else. The other boys were just being friendly, he knows they meant well. But his notably attractive supposed best friend directly flirting with you in front of him?

Yeah, that was a no go.

Everyone else at the table grew quiet, knowing Ricky was treading into dangerous territory. Sure, they were a little overbearing at times but even they knew of the unspoken rules pertaining to you. It was known that you were off-limits, a rule set specifically by Gyuvin.

Your face heats up slightly as you stammer for a response, "O-oh.. well.. I think.."

Gyuvin stands, making a commotion as he does so, the noise of his chair scraping the ground enough to call everyone's attention. He turns to you, "Can I talk to you outside?"

You look to Ricky and then back to Gyuvin, unsure of what you should do. But you ultimately know better, "Yeah."

You follow Gyuvin to the balcony, him shutting the curtains away from the prying eyes of his friends as he slid the door closed, at least he knows they can't hear him out here.

He holds the railing, pretending to be entertained as he watches the cars below pass. He doesn't know what to say.

You shift on your feet, waiting for him to speak. You knew when your friend was angry, you just didn't know why.

"Did I do something?" You break the silence.

Gyuvin can't hold it in anymore, he changes the subject. "What are we?"

Your brows furrow as you look taken aback. "What are you talking about? You say it all the time, we're friends."

His lips press into a thin line before he admits, "I don't think friends get jealous over their friend like I do."

"What?" You lean closer. "Jealous?"

"Yes," He maintains, like it was the simplest thing in the world. "I'm jealous seeing the boys crowd around you! Or Jiwoong taking all your attention with some stupid pictures on his phone! Or Hao being able to play your favorite song for you!"

You look down. "Gyuvin-"

"Please just listen," He breathes in, afraid of what you might say. "I did walk out to greet you today, but you looked so busy with them that I felt like you didn't even notice me missing."

You lay your hand over his, encompassing it as he holds the railing. "You know what I was thinking the entire time they were talking to me?"

He shakes his head, willing his hands not to tremble under your touch. "What?"

"I was wondering where you were." You reveal, averting your eyes. "You're my best friend Gyuvin, I'll always look for you."

There it is, that ugly feeling in his stomach again.

"And that's all I'll ever be?"

You're shocked. "What're you trying to say?"

He cuts you off from asking anything further as he blurts out information he hadn't even had time to process yet. "I think I like you."

You stand straighter, still unable to look him in the eye. "You do?"

"I don't want you to go to the movies with Taerae or Gunwook, I want you to go with me! I should be the one buying you gifts, not Ricky!" He raises his voice a little in frustration as he recalls earlier.

The immediate clarity washes over him as he realizes he's out of line. "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I know we're not exclusive and I have no right-"

You cut him off from his ramblings with a kiss, lips crashing into each other with an all too familiar feeling. Except this time, it's not just lust taking over, it's something different. And you don't want it to stop.

You run your hands through his hair and pull him closer, if that's even possible, and deepen the kiss. Gyuvin's beyond surprised because if there was one thing you didn't do — it was kiss.

He can recall all the times you would be fumbling with his shirt as you tried to pull it off, and he would try to catch your lips in his, only for you to abruptly pull back and refuse. Friends don't kiss, you had said.

He really hoped this meant what he thought it did.

You gently release him from the kiss, cheeks flushed as you point inside. "Not here, let's go to your room."

"We can't go inside, everyone will hear." He reminds you before teasing. "And you're never very quiet."

You roll your eyes as you snark, "Yeah well you aren't exactly a silent mouse either."

He laughs under his breath before it dawns on him. "My car?"

You snap your head towards him as you look unconvinced. He's about to suggest something else when you grab his hand while shrugging. "Your car it is."

You drag him inside, running past a table of prying and confusing eyes, who's calls for your names you ignore, and yank his keys off the hook. You two bolt out the front door, and could the elevator be any slower?

Finally, you reach his car and climb into the backseat.

You immediately pull him onto you, wanting to kiss him until you couldn't breathe anymore. He was making you dizzy, you needed him more than ever.

He felt the exact same way, revealing in you as he was content on just kissing. His body betrays him though, your clothed cunt laid directly beneath his dick now, and suddenly he's grinding with such vigor despite the fact that you had only just began.

You break the kiss before you whisper, “Do you have a condom?”

His eyes widen, "Y-yeah, in the center console."

You wait as he just stares at you, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't a little awkward. "Well I'm a little stuck here so-"

He snaps into it before digging through and retrieving one. "Right! Right.."

You smile a little at his antics, you were horribly whipped. Though he doesn't take his pants off immediately, instead opting to pocket the condom. He fumbles with his hands a little nervously, "Do you think I can eat you out first?"

"What?" You stammer. Sure, he had done it many times before, but he never been this nervous. There's something so whiny in his tone, like he needs it more than you do. So you oblige, "Alright."

He lights up at that. "Lean back."

You had never been eaten out this way before, usually Gyuvin was grabbing you to sit on his face, to which usually ended up in you teasing and grinding on it. 

But he has no qualms about it, as he dives right into laying his tongue against your heat. He teases for a bit, running it over your clit before you buck up your hips in protest. “Please Gyuvin, just make me feel good, no one can like you.” 

His pupils blow wide. "Fuck, yes baby."

Then he gets to work, tongue entering you as you swear you start to see stars. He doesn't let up, burying his face between your legs as he holds them down on either side of the small car seats.

He's leaving marks on your thighs from how hard he grips them as leverage. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen nub, taking in the taste of you.

You gasp out in pleasure, hips slightly bucking but your strength is nothing against Gyuvins. You're lost in pleasure, but you miss him though, you want to see your pretty boys face. You want him to kiss you again.

"Feels so good," You moan out, tears pricking your eyes.

"You taste even better." He mumbles against your clit. "Love that I get to have you like this, who is this for? Please just say it's for me."

You nod, before remembering he can't see you. "You! Haah- only you!"

He speeds up, slurping you with determination you had never seen before. You grab around, unable to really see due to teary eyes, and attempt to pull at his hair. "Wait, wait."

He lifts his head up, "What happened?"

"I-I wanna.. see you," You babble, "Wanna see you, Gyuvin."

His heart thumps at that, you wanted to look at him? He crawls towards your face as he pulls you into another sloppy kiss, mouths sliding in motion as you can taste yourself on him.

You can also feel his dick poking at your leg, begging to be freed from its constraints. So you lean your hand down and press on it, while he lets out a strained, "Oh - shit - feels so good."

He trembles at your touch, unconsciously bucking his hips into your leg. You tap him, "Can you take your pants off?"

He nods, almost humorous in the way he throws his bottoms off. You sit up as he does too, and push him back against the seat. He still has his underwear on, so you draw your finger around the waistband of it.

You rub him through the material, watching as his face contorts in pleasure and he lets out stagnant whines. He wants more, but above all, he wants to be good for you. "Please touch me, please use me."

You can't believe the words coming out of his mouth. Gyuvin was always more leaning on the soft dominant side, never had he begged for you like this so shamelessly.

He doesn't stop there, even after you slide your hand below. "I want you to fuck me so badly, I can be good for you! You won't need anyone but me- fuck - agh!"

You graze the tip with your thumb before you start pumping him slowly, his plush lips parting as he moans. You can feel your wetness gathering even more simply at the noises he lets out, and you know you need him just as bad as he needs you.

"You look so good like this," You admit, wanting to tease him a little. "So cute with my hand wrapped around your swollen fat dick."

"Please, don't talk like that," His face flushes as he whines at your vulgar choice of words.

"Why not?" You play innocent, fluttering your eyelashes.

He turns away in an attempt to hide his face, but you still hear what he says loud and clear. "I don't want to cum in my pants."

You smile, quirking your head the side. "What if I want you to?"

"Then I wouldn't be able to fuck you," He mumbles as he bites his lip, though he looks like he'd give into your wish if you kept asking.

You perk up at his eagerness. "So I can't put your dick in my mouth?"

His eyes widen in protest, "N-No!"

"Shh," You speak as you lean into his ear, hand still moving as you suppress a giggle at him getting so worked up. "Where's the condom?"

He stiffs up at that, looking around for his pants as you remove your hand. He hurriedly rips open the package once he pulls it out of his discarded jean's pockets, and fumbles with his hands as he slides it on.

You move to lay down on the seats, Gyuvin craning his neck as he hovers over you. His length prodding at your entrance before you knew it. His tip running over your folds in hesitance.

It was far from the first time you've both done this, but he felt ten times more nervous than he ever has. And maybe a bit more appreciative. He winces, "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You look him in the eye, finding his statement a little amusing. "What?"

"You're just so pretty," He mutters, and he avoids your eyes. "I always get scared that one day you'll decide you think one my friends is hotter, and just decide to stop talking to me."

Your face turns soft as his sudden vulnerability, even if he was about to rearrange your guts. "Trust me, that never would've happened."

"Really?"

"I kissed you back there because I like you Gyuvin." You confirm, the moment feeling so warm despite your lack of clothes. "I never thought I'd be with anyone but you."

He doesn't respond as he slowly slides into you, trying his best not to rut into you. He was holding back a lot tonight, he wanted to show you how much he cared. You couldn't help but feel this was romantic as well, even if it was inside a cramped car.

His eyes can't help but drift down, watching as your walls sucked him in perfectly. He lets out a soft, shattered gasp as you clench him when he finally bottoms out. "Mmm, you always take me so well."

You cry out a little before slurring out his name like a mantra. "Gyuvin, move, please move, fuck - I need you to move."

He moves back a little before he thrusts into you, hands intertwining with yours as he starts to pound into you faster. You weep, lost in pleasure as his tip kisses your g-spot repeatedly.

He can't help but let his emotions in again, "I hate how they look at you. Want to tell them you're all mine but-"

"I'm yours!" You gasp, squeezing his hand as it becomes too much. He's fucking you so deep that you can feel him in your stomach, and you're sure the bulge is visible.

He stops in his tracks, and you're scared you said something wrong. Before you voice it, he cuts you off. "Say it again."

You breathe, confused almost before you realize. You look him in the eyes as you repeat it. "I'm yours."

"Shit," His face flushes as he looks down. "I just came."

"From that?!" You raise your brows, this was unlike him. Never has he came this fast, and the embarrassment was about to settle in.

You're so in love, you don't even care. "Well-"

You're unable to say anything else as he thrusts back into you, catching you off guard. He trembling as he continues, "W-want you to-"

You shake your head, unable to fathom how he's even still hard. His stutter tells you he's sensitive though. "I don't need to."

"But I need it," He whispers lowly. "Need you to cream on my cock."

You can barely process his words as you grab his hand in yours, "Show me how bad you need it."

Gyuvin almost dies from shock. He feels he must've died already with how you treat him so heavenly. So he doesn't stop, pushing himself to the point over overstimulation as he shakes. Nothing you say could stop him now, he was too far gone into you.

"Can't believe you decided to choose me," He rambles as your bodies meld together. "I don't deserve it."

You feel yourself start to tear up, unsure if its from your feelings or from the intense pounding you're getting. Your eyes well up nonetheless, "I'd choose you every time."

He cranes his head into the crook of your neck as his pace never falters, sighing as he kisses away your tears. "As your friend?"

You borderline laugh, sniffling as you do. "Don't be stupid, I don't think we were ever just friends."

He thrusts into you one final time before you're crying out from pleasure, your orgasm running over you. You intertwine your hand with his as you pull him closer. He whispers you through it, telling you an endless string of I-love-you's with baited breath.

Yeah, you two were not friends.

[discopaddock]

LIAR - FELIX CATTON

PAIRING: felix catton x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, pure angst

WORDS: 1,3k

WARNINGS: death (only mentioned), heartbroken reader, abuse, alcoholism, lies, felix is stupid, toxic relationship, ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO SORRY FOR ABY MISTAKES.

Felix never understood why she never said anything about her father. He asked about him many times, but she always found a way to change a topic or acted like she didn't hear his question.

“I just don't wanna talk about it, Felix” she said as they were driving to her family house.

The girl saw that something was odd with her best friend, since he came back with Oliver from Liverpool the previous day.

“Why?” he pushed, but didn't answer for a longer moment.

“Ask my mum about it” she said finally, when he parked at the driveway. The girl didn't wait for him and left the car to open the door and step in. Felix locked the car and ran after her to see her hugging a woman, whom she looked alike.

“Hello” he said awkwardly standing in front of them.

“Ah, mama! This is Felix, been telling you about him” she announced and grabbed him by hand, so he stepped close to them.

“Nice to meet you, young man, I've heard plenty of stories about you” the woman said, smiling at him.

“Nice to meet you too” he replied and grabbed her for a hug.

“Go to the living room, kids, I'll make the tea” her mother announced and the girl took Felix to the room.

“Is that you?” he asked, pointing at the photo on the shelf, next to the books.

“Oh, yeah, it's little her” the woman said, as she entered the room. “This was taken at her first music competition” she added, making her daughter red. “She won it, I'm still so proud of her.”

“You didn't tell me you were taking part in competitions?” Felix turned around to his friend.

“You never asked,” she answered and stood up from the couch. “Then we were karting with girls” she said, while showing the photo of her at the karting track next to a kart.

“Oh, and this one is from the Grand Prix two years ago, when you were a marshall,” her mother cooed, pointing at another photo.

“I told you about that,” the girl reminded Felix, making him laugh. Yes, she had told him about it one time. “Come on, I'll show you around” she said and grabbed him by hand and took him upstairs.

“Your room?” he asked, watching her open the door.

“Yeah, welcome to my kingdom” she said and let him in.

“Yeah, it's definitely your room,” Felix laughed. He could see that she was the owner of it. The books that she's been telling him about, the film posters she told him she had watched, the Formula 1 related things - everything that was in that room was her.

“What happened yesterday?” the girl asked, when they were lying on her bed for a while. The bed was small, 90x200 centimeters and his legs were sticking out of it. He found this funny and was laughing until she asked.

“He's a, um” he started, not sure if he wanted her to know that. But she never lied to him, right? She wouldn't do that like Oliver did. She would never. “He lied to me. To all of us” he said finally.

The girl looked at Felix, not understanding what he meant. She saw how they were treating each other the previous day, but she didn't ask since he came to her room and started kissing her, banning her and himself from talking till breakfast.

“What has he done?” she asked and raised her head. She was worried about him. He was her best friend, her other half and she was really jealous of Oliver for the whole time, which Farleigh found hilarious and was making jokes about it to Felix when she wasn't around. And Farleigh liked her more, if he had to choose between her and Oliver who was better for his cousin, he would choose her without hesitation. She was normal in his opinion, not a liar like Oliver.

The girl loved Felix. She gave him her whole heart. But he didn't see it. His heart didn't belong to her, but her heart belonged to him. And it hurt her a lot.

She tried to leave him, for her own good, but she couldn't. He was so magnetic, so majestic that she just couldn't leave him.

Farleigh and her own friends saw how she felt and how Felix was blind about it. Farleigh tried, he really tried to do something but his cousin was as if he didn't have eyes and couldn't see anything about her.

Farleigh told her he felt sorry for her and that she should really leave him for her own good and that he knew it was hard, but she still couldn't. And Farleigh saw it.

Gosh, she spent the whole vacation with him and Venetia because Felix was always with Oliver and he seemed like she wasn't there until yesterday. She was his second choice and she knew it.

So she decided that it would be her last try to cut contact with him. For her own good.

“Felix, I'm not coming back to Saltburn with you” she announced, when he stopped talking about that liar.

He was shocked. Why would she say that? What has gone wrong?

“What? No, no, no, you're coming back” he replied, feeling betrayed.

“Mama said that the great-grandma is feeling worse and worse, Felix, I can't be not around her” she said the half of the truth. This was one of the two reasons she wanted to stay at home. “I can't do that to her,” she mumbled, tears forming in her eyes.

He would understand, right?

“I can drive you at any time here, I promise, just come back with me” he assured her and grabbed her face in his hands gently. “You can just leave me,” he said, looking into her eyes.

“Felix, you don't understand” she shook her head, as he made everything about himself. “I can't leave her now, I don't know how much time she has left,” she added. “You should stay for tonight and go back home tomorrow, it's getting dark” she said and he only agreed.

He didn't want to leave her, especially now.

During the night, Felix was walking through the house and looking for the water. He stood in the kitchen and saw his friend’s mother looking for something in the cabinet.

“Good evening” he mumbled and she answered. He got the water and stood for a moment. He had a battle inside if he should ask about that. And his curiosity won, so he asked: “I'm sorry for being rude, but anytime I asked your daughter about the father she never answered and recently she told me to ask you about him, so could you tell me something?”

“Oh, he was, let's say, not a good person” the woman started and sat on the chair. “I completely understand why she doesn't want to talk about him. She has some kind of trauma and she used to go to therapy, when she was younger” at these words he furrowed his brow. “He was an alcoholic and violent towards us, so you know” she stopped talking, not knowing what to add more. “Oh, and when he died it really hit her, even though she didn't talk with him for years.”

“I'm so sorry you had to go through this,” he said and wanted to hug the woman. He would never have thought that something like this happened to his best friend.

“It's okay now, young man, don't worry” she said and hugged him. “She's doing great,” she assured him.

He felt so stupid. He was such a dick for her sometimes.

Now he wanted only to make it up to her.

So when he was leaving he promised the girl that he was going to do everything for her, because she deserved it.

But he broke the promise. He never had done that, because he died and left her alone, without making anything up to her.

He was such a liar.

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synopsis: After the initial fear and distrust, you undertood that you only had one choice: adapt. And, going against everything you knew about yourself and the world, you discovered that it weren't that hard. That Shan Yu wasn't that horrible.

warnings: female!reader. shan yu (that's my wife. yeah, i decided that 30 seconds after meeting her. she's my soulmate, idiot) x reader (slow down, big boy, i have standarts. oh. you gave me a horse. you're kinda of reaching them). mentruation because i'm a whore for domesticity in moments of vulnerability. violence. not that dark. it's kinda about the first steps of falling in love when your logic says you're not supossed to. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020).

note: that happened right before the end of this. hope y'all like it!

• You felt guilty. So dirty. How could you feel that way about it? But it didn't matter how many times you told yourself that you shouldn't feel that way, you did it anyway. A heart feels whatever it wants. And yours feel free.

• That's something special about feeling the air against your body, the speed of your horse, the world moving on with you. Not despise you, not without, but with you. And it felt so good. Like it was supossed to be that way.

• When Shan Yu gave you a sorrel, he knew you wouldn't try to run away. Quickly after meeting him you knew you couldn't. It would be impossible for you to escape the Huns. And even if you did: then what would you do? Who would be able to help you? You knew that you couldn't, but Shan Yu also didn't gave you a reason to try.

• Yes, he kidnapped you. That is reason enough for you to at least try. But Shan Yu said he would make you his Empress. Endless times. He talked about how you'll reign beside him. You have classes about war, history, economy. The other Huns treat you like you had spend your lifetime with them. He'll make you his Empress. If he win the war, of course. And he promissed that you'll see your family again after the war.

• Shan Yu made clear that he wants your heart. He won't touch you, not without your consent first, but you're his bride. He made sure everyone knew that. You're his. His bride, his future wife, his mate. You don't know how anyone could fall in love that quickly. You believe him, Shan Yu have no reason to lie, you just don't get it. It may be that easy to him, but it isn't for you.

• You would never chose to be close to him if things were normal. The leader of the Hun army, an enemy of the Emperor, his fame precedes him. But things aren't normal, are they? You don't love Shan Yu, but you certainly don't hate him. And sometimes you think that he would be nice as a friend. Someone that would be easy to be around.

You were freaking out. You woke up in pain, and it took you a second to figure out what was that warm feeling in between your tights. Tears were rolling down your face when Shan Yu suddenly moved on his bed.

"Are you hurt?" You don't know how he did it that quickly, but when you looked at him Shan Yu had his sword on his hand. That man was ready to kill someone. The moonlit made it easy for you to see him, which means he could also see you. That made you feel so embarrassed. "Why are you crying?"

"Look away!" You shouted. Shan Yu almost did as you demanded, but he couldn't just ignore your tears. You tried to grab the bed sheets, but your sleep weaked your movements. "Just go back to your bed and leave me alone."

Shan Yu approached, and then he understood. He's experienced in the battlefield. Shan Yu would be able to recognized blood even if blind. "I will prepare a bath for you. It will help cease the pain."

"Stop", you could feel your body getting so warm. "Just leave me alone. I'm embarrassed enough."

Shan Yu sighed. "Embarrassed of what?" You pointed to the sheets. "Do you think that's the first time I see blood? Are you afraid I will faint?"

That made you chuckle. "No."

"I will prepare a bath for you." Shan Yu walked towards the bathroom. "Just sit down and wait."

That's what you did.

• Shan Yu isn't violent. Not to you. You fought his men, screamed at him, called him a liar: he never reacted. And he can be somehow kind when he wants to. You can sense that he's always checking if everything is okay with you. And he can be fun. In a weird, little bit off, kinda of way.

• Like how Shan Yu knows when he's better than someone and just let them dig their own graves. It isn't him being patient, coward or anything else: this is Shan Yu having fun. He likes the chase. You heard countless people calling him a monster, but you disagree. He's a predator.

• Fun. In a way that you don't really understand. And you would never say this out loud, not even under torture, but you feel that life would be easier with him. Or at least it wouldn't be the worst thing ever to stay beside him.

• Shan Yu isn't violent, has a good sense of humor, somehow respects you. Money would never be a problem. Even during a war, Shan Yu gave you clothes to fill countless wardrobes. And with him you're safe. You knew his fame, and now you know it fits him.

• It's nice to not worry about marriage. There is no family talking about how you should've already married to someone. There is no such a thing as spending sleepless nights thinking about what would happen to you if your father die before you can find someone. You don't worry about this anymore.

• So, yeah, somehow you enjoy that situation. Not love, and you certainly didn't dream with having that type of life, but you found yourself enjoying your time with the Huns. Your time with Shan Yu.

"You know that you don't need to run everytime, do you?" Shan Yu asked, scaring you. You didn't expect him to be behind you. You didn't even heard him approaching. Before looking at his direction, you could see that constant smirk on his face. "Horses are able to trot."

As usual, when you got the chance you ran with your sorrel, you did it. Feeling the air against you, a type of freedom you never experienced before. Exhausted, you waited for them to reach you.

For him to reach you.

Shan Yu grabbed your sorrel's rein, guiding him. You let him do it. Your body was already tired. Unlike him, you're not accustomed to ride for so long. And you could go to your carriage, Shan Yu wouldn't said no to you, but you know why he gave you that sorrel.

Before his gift, he led the army mounted on his horse while you stayed inside the carriage. Now, you can ride with him if you want to.

"Maybe I'm trying to runaway," if you know him well enough to understand the way his humor works, then he better understand yours. "Smarten up, big boy."

But you think there is another reason for that present. A thing that you noticed a while ago. The way he lighten up when someone mentions that you can fight. Or when you share your opinion, regardless if it's what he wants to hear. Shan Yu likes to see you fearless. He likes when you talk back. When you make sure everyone heard what you have to say.

"It's a joke," you told him. "I'm not planning on running away."

"Why?" Shan Yu said so calmly, but you could hear it was a honest doubt.

You also thought about it before. Why didn't you run away? Okay, using your logic you understood it wouldn't work out, but somethings aren't about logic. Humans don't usually do things only because of logic. Why your emotions didn't made you try everything you could? Why didn't you at least tried to runaway from him?

"I hope to never see a matchmaker again."

That made Shan Tu buffaw. "Alright," he nodded with his head. "It's a promise: you'll never see a matchmaker again in your life."

"Watch out," you smiled at him. "I may fall for your pretty promises."

"I'm counting on it."

• Things weren't perfect. Of course they weren't. But that feast was the last straw. There are some lines Shan Yu can't cross without you reacting. There are things that not even your logic can ignore. Things that made your heart decide to act. And of course it included him being violent. You should've know.

• All night long, you could feel his eyes on you. Those yellow eyes, following your steps like if you were a prey, would never go unnotice by you. Not even the loud music of the feast, the amounts of alcohol you drank, the way your feet were already aching because you danced for so long: you could feel Shan Yu watching you.

• You know he wants to join you. To dance with you, to hold you, to have you. You know that. But Shan Yu promised he would only touch you after you decided that you want him to do it. And you didn't say anything. You didn't try anything. You did not gave him permission, so he only watchs.

• At some moment, when it was already midnight, you fell. It wasn't anything important. It didn't hurt you. It was more embarrassing than anything else, but you were drunk enough to not care about it.

• Someone helped you getting on your feet again. Just a kind hand for you to hold on until you were sure you wouldn't fall again. For a second, you forgot about his eyes on you. You just hugged whoever helped you in a way to show your drunkness gratitude. And that was when Shan Yu made sure everyone knew he was still there.

• Shan Yu is quickly. Your mind, lacking sobriety, almost didn't record him moving towards you. You just noticed what was happening when Shan Yu hold the man by his throat, pulling him away from the floor. You knew he was scary, dangerous, cruel. You knew that. But you never saw it. You never saw how his eyes can burn others. You knew who Shan Yu was, but you never saw it.

• The poor man were turning blue on his head, barely able to struggle against the strong hold on his neck, trying to say something. Trying to say he was sorry. You were frozen in place, almost convincing yourself that it was all a nightmare, until Shan Yu dropped the man on the floor. He coughed, trying to breath again while thanking Shan Yu.

Shan Yu looked at every single person on the feast. Every single one. "No one touch what's mine."

Shan Yu wasn't only punishing him, but teaching everyone around him a lesson. And you can't deny, he was a great teacher. Everyone seem to understand. Everyone seem scared enough to never go against him.

But when Shan Yu looked at you, he didn't saw your usual challeging gaze. He didn't saw joy, or tiredness, or surprise. He didn't saw fear. When Shan Yu looked into your eyes, all he saw was disgust.

Your gaze alone made something itch inside him. But your words cut his soul in places he didn't even knew existed.

"You will never touch me," you whispered, only for him to hear. "I will never love you back. Hurt whoever you want, hurt me if you desire, you will never have me."

You told Shan Yu to smarten up. At the time it was only a joke. But now, after seeing how cruel he can be and hearing what he had to say, you changed your mind. Your heart feel smaller. You won't stay here for long.

Without giving him a chance to reply, you turned your back on him and walked towards your carriage. You stood there until you were sure no one had followed you. You put on your boots, grabbed a bag with food and water, and went to the stable.

You were lucky. Everyone was at the feast, which means no one was there to see you riding your sorrel. Which means no one was there to see you running away. Which means your carriage was empty when Shan Yu went there looking for you.

You knew the path you need to follow. Your could hear the river, you saw the birds flying north, all you need to do was to be faster than the Huns. And you're almost sure that they're all drunk.

At some point, maybe twenty minutes after you exit the stable, you heard another horse. You couldn't see it, but you knew it was Shan Yu. That scared you, made you shiver, but you didn't stop. You just went faster and faster.

Shan Yu is strong, but he's too strong. His horse wouldn't be able to compete with your sorrel. He can try, but you know for sure that your sorrel needs to worry about less weight.

He was close. But not close enough.

You don't know for how long you tried to make him struggle, but at some point it started raining. It was harder to see the path, you were shivering, and the ground turned muddy. You tried, you really tried, but nothing can control a horse's response to thunders.

You almost fell when he jumped, your hands burned holding the rein. You weren't so lucky the next time. When you collapsed on the floor, you felt like all the air in your lungs had imploded. You tried to move, the rain falling on your face kept you awake, but you couldn't stand. It burned.

And that gave Shan Yu exactly what he needed: time.

When another thunder came, you rolled to the side so your sorrel wouldn't step on you. You crawled on the ground, holding your head as if it would fall from your neck, and struggle to stand up. It hurts, it burns, but you're stronger. It felt like it was impossible, but you stand where once you fell.

It was hard to control your tears, and even harder to deal with the pain on your chest. You tried to hold your sorrel by its head, but he was so scared. You didn't stop trying to calm him down, but then you heard.

Shan Yu reached you. There he is, so close and yet so far away. Riding his own scared horse, rain dripping on his skin and marking his clothes. He wasn't wearing his usual fur. No. Shan Yu was still using the clothes for the feast.

That made you think less of him. You prepared. You have food, water, maps. And he just took a horse and went to search for you? Why would he act so unprepared?

With thunders ecchoing on your ears and pain spreading along your chest, the right answer didn't even passes through your head. Why Shan Yu was unprepared to the cold, to the rain, to the chase: because he was scared. He was scared that one second he wasted not looking for you would be the second that would separe you both forever. Because Shan Yu was scared. So scared.

"I won't stop trying," you shouted at him. It was so dificult to find strenght to say things, but you did it anyway. Screw it. Don't matter what he does, you will keep trying to flee away from him.

"Don't be stupid." Shan Yu jumped from the horse. You could hear the tiredness on his voice. He also sttrugled with his breath. "Are you trying to kill yourself? What would you do? Keep riding in the rain, waiting until the cold took your body?"

"I would rather die than live as your object!" You tried to mount your horse again, but he keep moving away from you. He was so scared. You caressed his fur, trying to make him stop. "For once, be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You don't love me. You won't have a happily ever after with me like in a old fairytail. I'm just someone you saw naked once. I'm not a person for you. I'm something that only you can consume."

Shan Yu walked towards you, but you moved away. He was trying so hard to be calm. All he wanted to do was took you on his arms, put you on his shoulder and walk you home. Home. There you could scream for how long you wanted. You could speak, he would hear, and things will change. He sighed. "That's not the truth and you know that."

"Do I? Because that is all I know. You saw me naked and now you do anything you can to make me let you fuck me. A person touch me and you almost killed him! Why won't you get over it? Find someone else!"

Then Shan Yu realized that no, you didn't know. You really didn't understand? How could you? He said to you so many times. Shan Yu made sure that you would see it, but you didn't. "I love you," Shan Yu didn't know what else could make you understand that. "I won't find someone else, because you are the one. We are meant to be. This isn't about your body. This isn't about your touch. All I do is to make you see it. To make you want to be mine."

You just glared at him, trying to understand what your mind wanted. Trying to understand him. "But why? Why do you feel this way about me?"

"Because you're like me."

"No. I'm not," you didn't move this time when he stepped closer. "I'm nothing like you."

"You want more of life," Shan Yu stood right in front of you. "You don't want to go back to a dead village, to go through the same day again and again, to no be remembered. I know you want more. You want to see the world. You want to feel free. It's your time to be honest with yourself. Face the truth. You want more."

Shan Yu wanted you to agree. He wanted you to say he was right, that you want more, that you want him. But he thought you would scream at him, push him away, declare your hate for him. He didn't imagined you would cry.

"I don't," Shan Yu stopped. He didn't knew what to say. He didn't want you to cry. He didn't want you to react this way. "Please, don't cry. Everything will be alright."

"I'm tired," you whispered. "Im in pain, I'm scared, and I don't know what I want. I don't know what to do."

"You're hurt?"

You nodded. "I fell."

Shan Yu sighed. How he wanted to just touch you. Hold you in his arms. Clean the trace of tears on your face. See where you hurted yourself. "We will come back to our carriage, we'll eat and rest. And when you're fine, you can decide If you go back home."

It was so dumb. So stupid. You could help but laugh, almost forgeting the tears. "And you would let me go if I want to?"

"I want to feel your love, not to see your disgust." Shan Yu sighed. "If you want to go, you can. But when i defeat the Emperor, when China became mine, I'll come back to you. And then I'll ask you once more if you want to be mine."

"You promise?" You didn't knew what to think about this.

"I do," Shan Yu answered. "Sadly, I do."

• That was the first night of a thunderstorm that lasted days. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would make Shan Yu fall. That was the first night of a thunderstorm that would change your mind.

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SAM CARPENTER GHOSTFACE HEADCANONS ! and yes i do have a bot for this.

✗ warnings ; murder, controlling behaviour, manipulation, general ghostface girlfriend toxicity. nsfw at bottom dom/sub. marking, knife!kink, free-use ment

protectiveness dialled to the MAX. if you think she was bad before its nothing compared to now. and i mean kill-people-who-look-at-you-the-wrong way type of bad. "oh, don't even worry, baby. i took care of it."

she has to be near you at all times; scratch that—has to be TOUCHING you at all times. seriously cant stand it when you're not wrapped around her fucking koala and will make it everyone's problem.

would never ever EVER hurt you. she hurts people for you—no matter if you want her too or not. besides, she has other ways of keeping you quiet.

when she took off the mask she wasn't even the slightest bit worried, as fucked up as that sounds. she knew you'd never leave her; you love her too much, she loves you too much. how could you ever give her up? she did this all for you.

calls you "doll" or "angel" almost exclusively—but not just that. you're her doll, you're her angel—her own precious little thing and you're never gonna leave her, okay?

but one can never be too sure; so she isolates you from all your friends to make sure you really can't leave. controlling to the point where if you lived with her you wouldn't be able to leave the house without her. but that's okay—she's doing it because she loves you. she's protecting you.

because she's off her meds she starts to see billy more and more, and she won't take them no matter how much you beg her too. sometimes you wake up to her see her sitting up staring blankly at the wall, eyes slightly glazed-over as if she's seeing something that's not there and it scares you too fucking pieces. it'll happen sometimes in public, too, like when someone gets a little too touchy with you or even, sometimes, when you get on her nerves ; which is definitely the most terrifying one.

(he's telling her to make you hers. telling her to take you for herself and leave a bloody fucking mess in her wake. whoever the fuck thinks they could ever take you from her is in for nasty, gory surprise.)

you're her anchor point. you're the only one who can ever calm her down if it gets too much. and you can tell, too, when chad's just running his mouth a bit too loudly and her hand is twitching towards the butcher's knife on the counter and you have to twist round and cup her cheeks, pepper kisses to her lips and she just melts — all potentially murderous urges forgotten as she wraps your arms around you.

nsfw !

so fucking handsy. CANNOT keep her hands off you. has the annoying tendency to squeeze your ass or tits whenever she walks past

even when you're in public which makes it so fucking degrading. you could be talking to a stranger at the club and she'll just lean over to grope your tits in full view of the guy you're talking to. just so fucking casual as she strides past, like its the most normal thing in the world.

and tbh it kind of IS, so when the guy stands up all angry for you and you're just sitting there spluttering and have to go "no i— i let her.." like the little slut you are

so so rough in bed. borderline violent. she just can't help it, not when you get that delicious spark of fear in your eyes and you plead with her with those plush, parted lips like you're just begging to be used and abused.

obsessed with leaving bruises and hand-prints on you during sex. gives her the deepest pleasure to see you all marked up, so clearly hers. it makes her cock stand up just thinking of it.

has made you walk around the house completely naked after a good bruising before just to admire her handiwork. and to make you easy for use, of course.

marking you up with her initials on the base of your neck so everybody knows that you’re hers.

definite knife!kink. dragging the dull edge of the blade along your thigh.. smiling to herself as you tremble under the cold, cold metal grazing your folds.

fucking you as she does it—fingers swirling so goddamn slowly that makes your eyes water, each time she flicks your clit your body screams at you—but you can’t move. bc there's a knife right fucking there and then it'll be your fault if she hurts you—not hers. she told you to keep still, didn't she?

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The Unexpected Reunion

Gojo x reader x Geto

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Warning: Smut, unprotected Sex, rough sex, teasing, anal sex

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I'm a old student of jujutsu high. I graduated from that school ten years ago. Now I'm doing my job, leaving my life. I didn't even have connection with my old friends. That's old stories now.

Today I got a letter. That's from jujutsu high. I opened it and saw it was an invitation letter from jujutsu high. They were arranging a award giving ceremony for the old students. All old students were coming there. At first I thought that I wouldn't go. But then I thought that it will be a old friends reunion. So I decided to go.

Today was the day of the ceremony. I went to my closet to choose a dress. I choose a black bodycon dress. Not too short not too long. Then I did my makeup and hair. Then I went out of my apartment and went into the cab I booked.

The car stopped at the destination. I went out of the cab. And entered there. it felt good. I was going to meet my old friends again. I saw mei mei. I went to her. " Heyyy .... Remember me, mei?" I spoke to her. " OH MY GOD!!!....y/n!!!!.... after long time.... how are you???!!!" She exclaimed. " I'm... how about you?" I laughed. " I'm fine too. Look shoko is there. Let's go to her." She replied. " Yeah sure" I replied.

We went to the drink section where Shoko was standing. "Hey shoko .....look who's here" Mei Mei said. " Oh my God....y/n... how are you??? Long time no see. I miss you too much." She said. " Ahh...I miss you too shoko" I hugged her. Then we started talking.

After a few minutes I heard a male voice. " Hey shoko... Whatcha doing?" "Nothing... just talking with y/n"shoko replied. I turned my attention to the voice and saw Gojo and beside him Geto. Their attention turned towards me. "Oh...y/n how are you... seeing you after long time." Geto said. " I'm good Geto." I replied with a smile. " Oh y/n... literally seeing you after so many times..... hope you missed me" he said with a grin. " Still didn't stop flirting?" I said with a laugh. " Can't... but seriously... you become so sexy... what you think Suguru?" Gojo said." You're right " Geto replied. " God stop flirting " I blushed and they laughed.

"hey y/n... I heard you got the chance to be the teacher in Kyoto school and you refused it?" Geto asked. " Yeah it's true." I replied." OMG ... why did you refused that?" Gojo asked. " I don't want to do it....I just wanted to live normal life... that's why " I replied . " Ah you should have accepted it... So I could see your sexy face insted of that utahime's" Gojo said." Heyyy.... she's gonna kill you if she heard that " me and geto said. " Oh she can't.... she's weak" gojo replied smirking and we laughed.

" hey Shoko.... BTW how is Nanami?... he didn't came?" I asked shoko."still have a crush on him?" She smirked. "Stoppppp.... I'm just asking...oh god" I blushed. " Yeah I know....there look.. he's there."she said and pointed at the blonde man." Tffffff.... that's Nanami?????.... Wtaf... he looks like a daddy now!!!!" I replied " yeah I know" Shoko replied and called Nanami. "Yes Shoko-san?" Namami replied." Y/n wants to talk to you." She replied.

"oh y/n-san.... Long time no see" he said with a smile. " Yeah I was busy...how are you?" I asked. Then we talk pretty much but didn't notice that there were two men who were being jealous from our conversation. Then Nanami went to yaga who was calling him. And Shoko and Mei Mei went somewhere.

Then I went to order a drink with a smile on my face. I over the counter and order a drink. "What you so smiling about?" I heard Gojo. " Oh nothing... just...." I replied. " Just?" Now I heard Geto. I saw them stepping closer to me."n-nothing-" I couldn't finish my words when Gojo spoke again " just thinking of Nanami?" "N-no" I replied." Oh don't lie to us, darling" Geto spoke. Both of their faces were too close to mine. I could feel their breath each side of my neck and my breath hitched. Then I felt geto's hand on my waist and gojo's hand on my ass rubbing up and down. Then Gojo spoke again " stop thinking about him and....." I looked at Gojo " you should meet us after this program." Gojo finished his line with a smirk and they both went somewhere.

Then I towards the crowd and went to the sit because they arranged sit for ex students. Everyone were clapping for those who were getting awards. Me too. But I was just thinking what Gojo and Geto just said. "You better go to them" I heard someone say on my side. I turned my head and saw Mei Mei sitting there. " W-what " I said." Oh common.... I heard that. Them offering you. You should accept it you know. Every girls through their bodies for them and they don't accept anyone and they are asking you... you must go." She replied and I just blushed.

After the program end I went to the drink stole waiting for them. I heard geto's voice "oh...so you came?" I turned towards him and blushed. Suddenly gojo bring his face so close to mine and whispered with a smirk" so... you want us to do THAT with you?". I blushed as red as a tomato. " Oh common Satoru you're making her nervous " Suguru said. " Okey then just follow us" Gojo said and I did. They took me in a room and locked the door.

"so.... you just gonna stand there?" Gojo asked with a smirk stepping towards me. I took step backwards."Satoru...I told you... don't make her nervous!" Geto said. " Ah okay sorry.... then we should just start already." Gojo said, kissed me roughly and took me on the bed. When he pull back I was already breathless but Geto didn't give me time and pressed his lips on mine.

Gojo started undoing his shirt so did Geto. I looked at their tonned body. I didn't realise that I was starting at their body when Geto spoke " like what you see?" I blushed. " Oh you're enjoying your show...now let us enjoy our show" Gojo said and ripped off my clothes and unbottoned my bra. "Oh that's pretty" Gojo said " it is" Geto replied and both of them crashed their mouth on my each breast. Sucking, biting, licking harshly. I moaned and grabbed on each of their hair. They were so rough with my breasts.

They licked my belly and each of them squeezed each of my breast. I grabbed sheet and squeezed my eyes shut. "Uhhah..... eyes on us princess" Geto said and I obeyed. Geto took off my pantie. Gojo traced my pussy with his fingers " so wet..... Is that for Nanami?" He asked while teasing my core with his fingers. I moaned loudly " ahhhh...no no noooo...ughhh... it's n-not....ahhh... just for you two... please...." They chuckled. " So desparate... are not you?" Geto said. " Please what baby girl?" Gojo asked. " Please fuck me already!!!" I moaned out. "Good girl" gojo whispered.

They took off their pants. I can already see the outline of their dicks from their boxers. The took off it and my jaw dropped. Those were huge. HUGEEEEE. Like who can have that big dick???!!! Well they have.

Gojo threw himself on the bed and said " you're gonna ride me, babygirl" I get on him and sit on his dick slowly. The pain was too much. I almost screamed. " Shh... it's okey it's okey....take your time" they said. After I adjust the size I nooded and Geto went behind and put his dick inside me in anal position. Then I started riding Gojo and Geto started thursting in and out. Three of us were moaning mess. Gojo's one hand grabbed the bedsheet and another grabbed one of my breast. On other side Geto's one hand grabbed my waist and another one grabbed my another breast.

Thursting became faster, rougher and harder. Sound of my screaming, our moaning, skin slapping filled the whole room. I felt their dicks twitch inside me. Then I came. Came allover gojo's dick. With a few more thurst both of them came. We all flipped on the bed panting.

"It was a great reunion with friends" Gojo said. " Oh it was best" Geto replied and I chuckled.

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[oweninadaydream]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Steve and you interrupt your lazy afternoon to discuss a very serious (or is it?) matter...

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Modern!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : pregnant!reader, established relationship, just pure fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 777

𝐚/𝐧 : I had lots of fun writing this at like 2 am lol. Hope you enjoy it! ☺️💐

Steve was in the kitchen, trying to cook dinner as fast as he could before your cravings had the chance to change and make you suddenly disgusted just by the smell of what he had been preparing for more than an hour. Today's delicatessen consisted of Hawaiian pizza with a side of pickles.

Normally, you would hate pineapple on pizza (you just can't stand mixing sweet and salty like that) and your hatred for pickles was known by all of your friends (specially by Robin, who had to hold up your hair as you vomited because she once gave you a bite of her sandwich which happened to contain the infamous ingredient), but your boyfriend wasn't willing to contradict his pregnant girlfriend who was extremely sensitive.

He was pulled out of his thoughts after hearing you call his name. "What's up, sweetheart? Everything okay?" he asked from his position.

"We need to have a very serious talk right now" you answered in a monotonous tone.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the end of Steve Harrington. After he felt that his heart had started pumping blood again, he hurried to the living-room where you had been chilling for most of the afternoon. You looked fine, there was nothing on fire and your stomach seemed as round as the last time he had seen it, so what was going on?

"Go on, I'm listening love" he encouraged you to begin revealing your thoughts.

"The baby is due in a couple of weeks and we haven't even decided which movies they're gonna watch in English and which ones in Spanish" the stress in your voice was easy to detect. Steve looked you straight in the eyes and he could swear that he had fallen in love with you all over again in that very instant. How could you be so adorable?

"Oh honey, I love you so so much" he cooed while leaving small kisses all over your face "we can discuss it now while the pizza is in the oven if you'd like" he offered.

Your native tongue was Spanish and ever since Steve and you started thinking about having children, you had known you'd raise your kids to be bilingual "They will not be no sabo kids, not on my watch".

Steve was more than thrilled at the thought of mini versions of you and him walking around, babbling in some strange form of spanglish. He had taken up Spanish after meeting you, and even though he was not the fastest learner, his disposition had taken him very far in his journey to be closer to you through language.

"Okay, so do you have any ideas?" he asked "Actually, yes I do" you quickly changed your expression to show enthusiasm "I've got a mental list of some non-negotiables. First, Enredados"

Steve hummed in acknowledgment as he had already guessed you would say Tangled, your mom's favorite Disney movie. Your mother didn't understand much English so this was a logical choice, as she wanted to watch the film with her grandchild and bond over it.

"Then, we've got Tarzan" "Tarzan?! The guy that sings the songs in the Spanish version is the same guy as in the English one, Phil Collins's accent is obvious. Also, y'know, it was my favorite movie as a kid" he tried to argue in a calm manner "...Well, I guess you're right. They can watch that one in the original version" One point to Harrington.

"What if you suggest one? I wouldn't want to impose" you commented. "Don't worry cielo, you keep going and I'll think of one or two more for me to choose" the fact that the first words he learnt were the pet names you liked the most was just one of the many proofs of his love for you " All right!!! So I had thought about El Rey León, Tiana y el sapo, Bichos, Aladdín..." you then proceeded to list almost every animated Disney movie. Steve could have stopped you at any point but the enamored haze clouding his thinking process wanted to indulge in your every desire.

The oven started beeping, alerting both Steve and you that dinner was officially ready. "Let's go, it's time for dinner" "But, what about the movies?" you pouted "Mi amor, we can do whatever you want in regards to our child's cinematic experience" "The bedtime stories can be in English, your dramatic interpretation of The three little pigs will impress them for sure" you suggested after realizing that you had monopolized the whole Disney films industry and feeling bad about it "Thank you, darling. Practice makes perfect"

Happy girlfriend, happy life, right?

P.D : Phil Collins ate and left no crumbs in the Spanish soundtrack, we appreciate him in this house !!!

[khristie16]

Table number six p.1/...

pairing: charles leclerc x reader summary: you decided to disappear from your hometown with your bestfriend, finding the anchor in Monaco. With your talent to be in the right place at the right time you got yourself to some fine situation Warnings: none beside google translated French Word count: 3.3K

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Charles, we cannot do this! as you looked around if someone could see you. Why. Because you're in a relationship! I'm not anymore -

It all started under normal circumstances. You recently moved out of your hometown. Actually a whole country. You couldn't proceed further with that was happening here. It was your family. They were draining the life out of you. You were naturally a happy spirit, always smiling widely and genuinely, because you were actually enjoying life. Always remembering to live in the present moment till it became natural to you. You knew this about you, you've always been like this but lately you were more of trying instead of being to be the same YN as you were few years ago. The older you got, the harder it was to stay the same. And it was scary to you to be changing to a different person right in front of your own eyes since you didn't want to become someone you didn't want to be.

The whole problem was your family. They were suffocating you with just their presence. Each morning you got up, went for a breakfast and all of them were stressing about literally anything. You hardly could breathe in their presence. Like they were exposing their hollow parts of their soul onto you. And unfortunately, being in the same presence, you were inhaling it all. That's when you started changing. You still persisted and resisted such state, but it was too much to bare. In the beginning the only getaway for escape were books. You somewhat found peace in psychology and applying it onto your daily struggles and your whole family issues to find some sort of agreement and compassion. It helped you a little to survive on daily basis. But even this was not enough. -

Soo you have a big dream in your life? Oh yes. I do. What is it? It is a secret -

One time at a party, you met this guy. He was actually more interested in talking to you rather than getting into your panties. He was easy going as you and after short amount of time you got more into a deep talk. You've talked about life and he said something you remember till this day. And you know for sure you will keep it in your heart till the day you die: Fear is learnt. It is not given. Fear is here to put us back and never fulfill our dreams. Change your habits and fear will have no place in your life anymore. From that time you dwelled on that. And lived by this rule. At least you tried especially in the beginning.

And this was the reason why you got the courage to move out. You got the courage, decided one time sitting on the bench and watching others, thinking about their lives and how you are now stuck in a place, where your soul doesn't want to be. And certainly you knew that only the fear is holding you back to actually do something about your terrific situation. As you decided about your future, you from that point were stubborn about that. And very soon your best friend knew about this idea since you told her. I want to get away. And never come back! I don't care about the serious stuff I should plan ahead. I don't care. I just know I need to get out.

Your friend was not in the best place either, the job was mentally draining her and the fact that she has a great potential but cannot pursue it, because of the place we are living, was the reason why she wanted to go with you. She told you she wouldn't have been able to do this if it were just for her alone. But with you she has all the strength in her.

Of course it is needed to say, you both came from quite rich families. You got it easier than most of the people who wanted to pursue the same idea. Still, disappearing and never wanting to see your family again- this is something you don't tell your family. You just wanna escape. Without goodbye, without words. Thank God you both were smart enough to have always put aside enough money these past few years. So now you have just enough money to go anywhere without the need to worry about them. -

We both agreed we go for it no matter what. And I know what I wanna do. But what about you? I don't know yet. I just like to read books, and contemplate on things. Then try to do exactly that. -

You always knew you want to study further in the sphere of psychology. Either way just by yourself or officially. That is why you applied to university in Monaco. And why Monaco? Better question is why NOT Monaco. The perfect place. You have everything there. The sun, the sea, the fancy places, nature, great food and awesome things to do there. Even the language wasn't the problem. You got a very good level of Italian language. On top of that your friend was visiting a French institute back in your hometown and promised you she will teach you enough French to understand others in Monaco. Which is exactly what happened. You had it planned. One day, one night, you packed the little of yours, the sentimental things you wanted to keep, to save from old life and your family, and got away. -

I've never been more grateful that I put aside the money. Hahaha yes! It is soo exciting. It feels like we are gonna save the world! I feel unstoppable. No fear. -

Few months have passed in Monaco. You found a nice place to live with your friend. Beautiful view, quiet neighborhood. You both accommodated quickly and most of the time the two of you spent living in your present moment here without the help of your cellphones. You both wanted to be aware the most what the new life you got for yourselves got for you. And thanks to that you were put in situation where you could only use your knowledge and your own memory, no translator whatsoever and your friend wasn't helping you either. You knew already enough to survive here. For the other part, you got accepted to university thanks to all of your gained knowledge from all of those years where you were hiding from your family's presence. Your friend Mary found a nice job where she could refine her potential. She now worked at embassy for translating French to Korean. Your friend was wild with languages.

And because you were the sun, the high spirit, you found friends very easily. You laughed easily and were funny by nature so you always attracted great people and especially those that wanted to show you how much they appreciate you. And they always wanted to show you the world, no matter If you knew this person for five minutes or a few days. You even got the opportunity to meet some great people in Monaco which you didn't know by then. -

Where are you from? Ah, just a small town in a small country. Well that is enough interesting for me to ask more -

You met your friend at a normal average cafeteria in Monaco. You were sitting there by yourself, reading your books to uni and drinking espresso macchiato when this stranger approached you complimenting you. You offered him a big smile and that is when you got him into his seat right in front of you. It is always your smile that sweep others off their feet. You talked a little and you found out his mum is working here and he is making a visit often. But most of the time he is finding himself in a different parts of Monaco since he has a very fancy and famous restaurant Le Louis XV. (No way!) You gasped at that information. You knew this place is THE place. Secretly by nights you were dreaming to visit this place, even if just for once. You wanted it so badly you got even obsessed with their official website, wolfing each information about their place, their food, their wine, their policies. Smiling so much it hurt you, you told him how beautiful this place is and how endeared you are by meeting someone like him who actually owns this place!

We are actually looking for some new waitress. You look very pretty, you look very kind and I'm sure you are very smart as well. We could hire someone just like you just like that. I like you enough already. I am sure you would do a great job.

Your mouth fell wide open and you immediately covered it with your hand. Still your eyes visible in shock. Your friend sitting in front of you chuckled.

I am so sorry! That is so awesome! But I don't even know your name! You laughed out so loud. It was silly to talk so much about each other and even receive such a compliment without knowing each other's name. Anyway you promised him that you will think it through and the two of you exchanged numbers. -

Oh cmon Mary! Let's go to this place! I need to see how it looks inside. Like really really see it on my own eyes. Plus! the guy already knows me. He will sure remember me. You mean the guy you don't know the name of? Haha very funny. His name is Jean. Well I'm afraid I cannot go. I still need to work on this script. It is super important. Quite urgent. Alright. I get it. You smiled. You were very happy for your friend that she is finally doing what she was waiting for so long. I will go by myself then. You smiled and prepared yourself. You sure know better to come there dressed up more fancy than on normal occasions. -

As your taxi got to the destination, you carefully stepped out and took a big inhale. Somehow the whole atmosphere was different around here. It smelled different. More alive you thought to yourself. Even the doors looked breath taking. But just from observing the place, basically just standing there, you had some sort of a feeling something will happen. Call it an intuition. With such state, your fear started creeping around the corners in your mind. You felt your heart beating fast, and your hands started to get sweaty. Taking a few steps forward, you saw the personnel were quite wild inside. (Weird). It didn't look so put together as you thought it would. Your fear was telling you you don't want to get yourself in trouble. But you remembered your party hero. You put all of those fearful thoughts to hell and stepped on the stairs. -

Maman, nous sommes restés assez déjà en attendant. Ne devrions-nous pas aller ailleurs ? Mom, we've been waiting enough already. Shouldn't we go somewhere else? Non, j'aime le plus cet endroit. On va attendre un peu. No, I like this place the most. We'll wait a bit. -

It was just around lunch. Around 3PM. Inside it looked…envoûtant.

Just in time! Ah! Bonjour Jean. Ca va? YN no time for talking. I need you asap. What? Your face don't lie. You looked shocked and scared. I need you to start working. (Whaaaaat???) But I didn't come here for work! I just arrived! YN - he held you by your shoulders - J'ai besoin de toi. But No But, I need you. You were looking into his eyes and they told you he was deadly serious. Our staff today is short, many people got sick! C'est foutu ici, regarde It's fucked up here, look You finally gathered some words to talk back. That is not possible! I don't even know where is the kitchen, nor the utensils and I don't even know all of the ingredients in what you are serving! And what about the wine???? You will handle it. Jean! Allez. The table number six. You just looked down, and nodded. Qui.

Jean led you to a staff room to change yourself. You changed yourself very quickly. You actually didn't have time for anything else. Not even thinking. But just one second to take a look at yourself in the mirror is what you needed. Looking in the mirror, you said Either way it is gonna be a big fuck up or a great experience. But I'm not backing up. Remember to just smile, be funny, the rest will hopefully be taken care of. Somehow.

You breathed a big exhale and got yourself out of the restroom. -

Aujourd'hui, ils manquent de personnel. Jean me l'a dit. Today they are understaffed. Jean told me. Maman, on aime bien ici mais on ne peut pas rester ici encore une demi-heure à. Mom, we like it here but we can't stay here for another half an hour.

That is when you appeared fast as a lighting. You smiled big. Making eye contact with everyone. Not having the mental capacity yet to actually remember all of their faces. They were like six of them. Three women and the rest were men. One of the women were in her older years. You made a note to focus on her the most. At least that is what etiquette taught you. Bon jour. Préférez-vous le français ou l'italien. Smiling at the old lady. I think she is the mom of the boys. They look alike. Le français c'est bien. She smiled at you as well. Actually she was waaay too smiley in your opinion. But it was nice to meet someone sweet. You asked what they would like to drink and thankfully they didn't have any tricky questions for you. You somewhat made it. Writing the orders fast and still maintaining eye contact with the diners. You were still smiling genuinely and making sure you catch each word. It was hard at first, but thanks to lessons from your friend Mary, you could survive in understanding. You just had a little delay comprehending sometimes. You thanked them and apologized for the time it took. Leaving their table shyly.

You followed other waitress to kitchen so you find out finally where it is situated. Thanks to your deduction skills you knew where to put the orders and prepare some of it by yourself actually. Not the food obviously. Speaking about food…

YN, this food to table four.

You didn't even have a chance to react as you turned around to Jean, because other waitress bumped into you and put the plates on your hands. You thought you will die at the exact moment. But couldn't do such. You couldn't even die at this moment. There was no time for that! (Merde!)

You were afraid it will fall on the ground. In your eyes was visible there was a little hesitation as you were scared, but gladly you still had a smile laid out on your face. As you were passing other tables in the line you had to avoid the other waitress so you put your arms up, YES arms up with the FOOD and spun around laughing big because you could either cry or laugh. You wanted both but not acceptable. You made the choice. You were sweating and cursing in your mind. -

Charles, regarde ! Elle est tellement belle. Regarde la grâce avec laquelle elle marche. Si féminin. Charlie, look! She is so beautiful. Look at the grace with which she walks. So feminine. Maman! J'ai une copine juste à côté de moi! Mom! I have a girlfriend right next to me! C'est pourquoi je chuchote. That's why I whisper. -

You did it. The food is on the table. And you somehow was being able to manage to pronounce the name of the servings. Then you found out these are actually foreigners speaking English so you were glad to speak at least a little bit of your mother language. You joked a little with them and felt very grateful at that moment. But at the back of your mind you knew you have to go back to the table number six. Enjoy your meal guys!

As you were going back, you saw the old lady smiling big at you so you did as well. Tout va bien maintenant? Oui merci. Vous avez choisi? Are you ready to order? You were still looking at her. It was what you think you should do. You just wanted to do good with this job, be kind, be well behaved. It looked like it is appreciated at least by the old lady. Oui, nous sommes prêts. You were patiently waiting for orders, starting with the old lady by being obvious smiling at her and waiting for her to speak. Then you continued with the other two women and lastly guys. You were not that careful with them, because you could hardly tell who is the oldest one. Merci. S'il vous plaît, n'hésitez pas à m'appeler si vous avez besoin de quoi que ce soit. Thank you. Please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. -

Avez-vous remarqué à quel point elle se comporte bien? Have you noticed how well she behaves? Oui - Lorenzo agreed with his girlfriend - Oui! elle est si gentille. Yes! she is so nice. Eh bien, dans ce restaurant, il ne devrait y avoir que des gens qui se comportent bien. Well, in this restaurant, there should only be well-behaved people. Charles wasn't such a big fan of yours it appears. Certainly not after his own mother told him to check you out - while he was sitting there with his girlfriend by his side. He didn't know that in a no time you will be lying on him, and he will not like it. But not from such an obvious reason as it may look like. -

The next half an hour was good. You were little disoriented sometimes, you had to ask twice, but everything was fine when it came to diners. You brought plates with the food to the table number six and left them immediately. You had other tables to serve. One thing that haven't left you was your smile though. You were smiling all the time, you didn't even know you did. After some time, the sun was already settling down and the table number six was finished with their meals. Avez-vous apprécié votre nourriture? Did you enjoy your food? Oui beaucoup. Ta présence aussi. Your presence too. Well, that was a lot to say. You got a fright to be honest. You were still smiling but with a little shock in your eyes. You laughed it off. Merci. As you were looking around the table, checking once again if they are finished, need a refill perhaps, you asked Veux-vous un dessert?

They thought about it a little bit. You stopped looking around around the table at this one particular man. He was definitely her son. And the girl next to him definitely his girlfriend. As you were making the dots, you caught the young man looking at you. When you connected with his eyes, you smiled a little. But he immediately took his look away. It made you sad a little. (Definitely not a man worth my time. He cannot even reciprocate when a woman smiles at him!) You looked away from him, catching the eye of the old lady. Nous voudrions en fait un dessert. Parfait! you replied and focused once again. Leaving them once again with their orders. -

Charles, sois plus gentil, s'il te plaît. Charles, please be nicer. Je suis gentil. Non tu ne l'es pas. Maman a raison. Vous trompez un peu depuis le début quand la serveuse est venue. Mom is right. You are a bit off from the beginning when the waitress came. Lorenzo agreed with his mom. Arthur continued. En fait je ne l'ai jamais vue avant. Je pense qu'elle est nouvelle. In fact, I've never seen her before. I think she is new. Je le pense aussi. I think so too. -

[andreal831]

I found it so absolutely crazy that the Mikaelsons (especially Klaus and Elijah) were constantly throwing Marcel’s background back in his face and just the fact that they lived in/on the same plantation that he was a slave on was absolutely wild. Marcel was so blatantly “othered” by the Mikaelsons, even though they said he was family, they always reminded him that he wasn’t ever one of them/a mikaelson and Klaus would always remind him that he was a slave before. Someone made the analogy that it’s like when a racist white family adopts a black child and make it clear that he’s not one of them and that’s quite LITERALLY what happened.

I would go as far as to say that Marbekah is not just weird because Rebekah knew him as a child, but also because of that strange power dynamic of her being a rich white woman and him being a black slave boy and that subtext there and it just doesn’t feel right (and this is a feeling I don’t get from normal interracial relationships, just THOSE TWO). And if you like Marbekah, that’s great! I just don’t lol.

And the fandom always says that “it’s just Klaus’ personality that he does and says these things to Marcel, etc” like… ugh.

And there’s other poc in TO that deal with the racism like Vincent and Inadu, etc

I love the Mikaelsons but they were so problematic to the point that I have to retcon certain things or at least insert headcanons to make me not hate them. Because you are absolutely right. It was literally a racist family playing white savior. People try to give Klaus props for killing an enslaver and freeing Marcel, but we see him kill one enslaver and free one person who was enslaved. He didn't do it because he was morally opposed to slavery. He did it for his own selfish reasons. Otherwise we would have seen more of this. People using the excuse that "oh it's just x's character to make racists comments" is very telling. It means the character is racist. They are literally saying it is part of that character. The Mikaelsons thinking it was fine to live on an actual plantation both when it was functioning and after is proof of this.

I personally do like Marbekah but they are not necessarily in my top favorite ships. I love both of the characters but I also hate how they began (same with Freelin, but I'll go into that in a moment). But again, you're absolutely right. There is not only the inappropriate dynamic that she helped raise him, to some extent, but yes, that he grew up being treated as a second class citizen, not only when he was enslaved but also when he was taken in by the Mikaelsons. There is also the bad dynamic of how possessive Klaus is over Rebekah and her romantic life. People love to say Klaus daggered Rebekah when he found out about Rebekah and Marcel because he was protecting Marcel, but let's be honest, he wouldn't have cared if it was anyone else but Rebekah. Klaus didn't have any issues going after teenagers, why would he care that Marcel was being groomed by an older woman? Klaus always treated Marcel as more of a friend than a son and we all know Klaus is not a good friend. I, once again, have to insert my own headcanon that Rebekah was not heavily invovled in Marcel's upbringing. I pretend Klaus was just as possessive of Marcel with Rebekah as he was with Elijah. We only see the one scene of Rebekah training him so I just pretend that was a one time thing and they hardly interacted outside of that. This not at all what the writers intended. They loved creepy, grooming relationships so it is completely understandable to not like them.

Marcel was treated as more of a possession than anything. I'm biased so I like to believe Elijah saw Marcel as a child at first and wanted to mentor him before Klaus got in the way. You mention Elijah throwing Marcel's history in his face, do you have an example? I am genuinely asking. I've seen people make this comment before and make comments of Elijah calling him "boy" but I for the life of me can't remember when he does, because yes, that is obviously racist. I am trying to think past my Elijah blinders, but welcome any help. Elijah is definitely condescending to him and it would be foolish of me to assume part of it isn't racism. Again, I insert my own headcanon that it is more to do with his elitism and how he speaks to everyone (i.e. the scene where he calls Klaus and Hayley "chiiillldddreeen" for bickering). But I also acknowledge that my headcanons are my own and we still need to call out the characters for their problematic behavior. The fact that Elijah doesn't lift a finger to help a single person who is being enslaved or to even condemn the slavery when he very much had the power and privilege to do something about it shows his racism, if not overt racism than at the very least covert.

I personally headcanon that Celeste set Elijah straight while they were together and got him more invovled in the abolitionist movements, because I refuse to believe Celeste was fine being with a man who was fine with slavery. I also love Elijah and refuse to love a racist so I have to insert my own head canons to fix the racist writing. I would also be remiss to point out how problematic it is that Elijah is constantly given partners who are women of color but the show only emphasizes his white counterparts. There is more love for Eelijah, a crack ship, in the fandom than Celijah, one of the two people Elijah loved by his own admission. I love haylijah, but how the women of color he dated were treated by his family, the writers, and his family, even by him, speaks volumes to their racism.

But back to Marcel. It would have made sense for Rebekah to be a mother figure to him since she is always talking about wanting kids, but the show makes it clear that there is a distinction between biological children and adopted. Here the Mikaelsons have a chance to be parents and they all squander it. It's hard to not talk about Marcel's race in that discussion. Rebekah loves her time taking care of Hope, who, while her blood, is still not her biological daughter. Why wouldn't she jump at the chance to raise a frightened boy who lost his mother at such a young age? Why wasn't he given a mother figure? Hope has like five. Marcel isn't even given a father figure. Again, Hope has like five. Because Marcel was never viewed as a child. This is a common trope where black characters, especially boys, are not seen as kids. Rather they are forced to be more mature and treated as adults, while their white counter parts are allowed immaturity. Marcel was never allowed to be a kid because the Mikaelsons didn't want a kid. They all had their own selfish desires for Marcel and they were all terrible.

I do think the Mikaelsons are also just a toxic, dysfunctional family. Literally none of them treat the others well. I love certain relationships over others, but it would be lying to say they weren't all toxic to each other. So it's no wonder all of their relationships with Marcel were toxic. Klaus undaggers Kol and instead of being angry at Klaus for keeping him in a box, he turns his anger and frustration on a literal child. You would think this resentment would fade when Kol starts dating his nephew's daughter (sorry, couldn't help myself), but it doesn't. Marcel and Kol still harbor so much animosity for each other and Kol's is merely based on Marcel being more included in the family, which is sad considering how little Marcel is included in the family. But even that extent was too much for Kol.

The writers had a fresh slate with The Originals. There was no book to attempt to follow or even to dictate character relationships. They could have done anything with Marcel, but they chose to make a black slave from the 1800s that Klaus "saved" in order to play into the idea that Klaus was a good guy underneath it all. So instead of focusing on Marcel's trauma, the story is told through the Mikaelson's perspective, the white perspective. It reminds me of so many movies, The Blind Side comes to mind. Media loves to focus on the white saviors and praise them without mentioning the trauma they actually caused while playing savior. In these stories, the white families aren't adopting a "child" they are "investing" in what that child can do for them.

I mentioned Freelin earlier and I don't think it is a coincidence that the only two instances where a white Mikaelson's endgame invovled a person of color there is a massive power imbalance. I want to love Freelin so much because I like both the characters but I struggle to get past how they met and how quickly it changed. Freya never even felt guilty or apologized for literally kidnapping and torturing her. The show loves to match up characters, especially women and especially woman of color, with their abusers with no repercussions to the abuse.

I could write forever about the blatant racism in this show.

Thanks for the ask! I hope I answered everything. As always, please let me know what you think or if you disagree with anything I said.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Paper Moon: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: A case brings you back to someone you let go once before. Now, you have a decision to make: let her go again or kill her. Whatever option that will piss the Winchesters off, right?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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You enter the cabin first and motion for them to go their separate ways. You walk up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms where Tasha is sitting on the bed holding a doll.

"I can't believe my own sister betrayed me."

"She didn't. We did."

"You're not gonna shoot me."

"You wanna bet?" you ask and cock your gun.

"Y/N?"

You turn to see Sam and Dean with two more werewolves behind them. They've disarmed the brothers so you're the only one who has a gun.

"Drop the gun or Dreamboats here get their minds blown."

"You really think they mean anything to me?" You laugh. "Turn them, kill them, I really don't give a damn."

"Shut up and shoot her!" Dean yells at you.

One of the men hits Dean's head with the end of his own gun, and the older brother falls to his knees in pain.

"What's it gonna be?"

You look at Dean with a smirk.

"Do you really want me to kill her?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

You turn back to Tasha, uncock the gun, and drop it. Dean sighs in frustration as you kick it away from you. Seconds later, Kate walks into the bedroom with yet another man. He is gripping her arm tightly as drags her along.

"Tasha! Who are these people?"

"Brandon. Travis. Elijah. I turned them. They're our new family."

"Yeah, you're a regular psycho Brady Bunch," Dean scoffs.

Brandon lurches at Dean with his werewolf teeth, and Sam tries to stop the track.

"Hey! Stop!"

Tasha grabs Sam and throws him onto the bed where she straddles him and wraps her hands around his throat.

"No!" Kate gasps.

"You've always had shitty taste in guys."

"Tasha, we can talk about this."

Tasha lets go of Sam who coughs from her attack. She whirls to face her sister with an angry face. Sam sits up in bed while you stand off to the side and watch.

"They were gonna kill me. Now you're protecting them?"

"No, I'm protecting you."

"I'm good, thanks."

"I like this girl," you smile.

"Shut up," Dean glares.

"Come on, let the girl have her fun. What's Earth without a few more people in it?"

"Yes, thank you. You get it," Tasha agrees with you. "So, here's how it's gonna be. You can walk away or you can join my pack."

"I'm not walking away," Kate says and shakes off her captor.

"Then prove you got what it takes." Tasha looks at Sam and grins. "Eat his heart out."

"Kate. You don't have to do this," Sam pleads.

"No one is talking to you, Paul Bunyan!" Tasha yells. "So?"

"No," Kate says in disgust.

"Take them away," Tasha orders her friends. "Have some fun. Oh, and I want a heart to go. Put it in a doggie bag. Keep her. I like her."

You smirk and sit on the bed as you watch Sam and Dean get dragged away from the bedroom.

"Make sure it hurts," you grin at the glare Dean gives you.

"T, I can help you get better," Kate says.

"Oh, I am better, smarter, stronger, and awesome. I'm a fucking superhero."

"Who kills innocent people? No, that's not you. You were a good kid."

"I was weak and scared. I let people walk all over me like mom, dad, friends, boyfriends, and you. I'm not weak anymore, and I'm not scared. I'm scary."

"She's got a point. Before, I used to be so worried about everyone around me. I would put their lives before my own. Fuck that. I love my life now. I love the power I hold. I get it, Tasha."

"You should join my pack."

"I'm not turning into a werewolf. If you want to kill, that's fine by me, but I'm no bitch."

"I was trying to give you a second chance," Kate steers the conversation back on topic. "You wouldn't have been normal, but we would've had each other."

"We still can, but I'm not gonna spend my life on the run from people like Mary-Kate and Ashley out there. We're strong, Kate. We can go anywhere we want. We can do anything we want. If anyone gets in our way..." She moves toward her sister. "You don't have to be alone anymore. We can do this together." Kate's face softens at her proposition but you know it's all an act. You've done this hundreds of times. You know a facade when you see it. "Kate, we're gonna be good, okay? We're gonna be great."

"I love you," Kate says.

"I love you, too."

Okay, now you're bored. You grab your discarded gun without either of the girls seeing you, and you aim it at Tasha's back. You shoot her where her heart would be, and Kate jumps back from shock. Tasha coughs up blood and falls to the floor, dead. Kate looks at you with tears in her eyes in fear you're going to kill her.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Normally, yes. I don't give a damn about you. However, killing you is exactly what Sam and Dean want. Letting you go will only piss them off, and I'm all for that these days." You aim the gun at her before lowering it. "Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

Kate doesn't hesitate to escape through the window. The bedroom is empty except for you and Tasha's corpse. The door crashes open and Sam and Dean enter with guns drawn. They look at Tasha's body, then you, then the open window.

"You let her go?!"

"I killed Tasha. You get one or the other, and I'm pretty sure you want Tasha more than Kate."

You leave the house knowing there are four dead bodies inside. They start the day's drive back to the Bunker in silence. A cell phone ringing is what disrupts the silence, and Dean picks up the phone he took from Kate earlier. He looks at you through the rearview mirror before putting her on speakerphone.

"Despite my wife allowing you to live, you're pretty damn good at getaways."

"I decided that living was better than being dead."

"For what it's worth, thank you. At the end of the day, she was your sister," Sam sighs.

"No, she wasn't."

"Listen to me, Kate. You keep moving, keep your nose clean, and we can stop meeting like this."

"I hear ya. I will, but I'm not going to make that promise."

"See you around, kid."

"I sure as hell hope not," she says and hangs up the phone.

"So, are we going after her?"

"I don't know, Dean," Sam sighs.

"You gotta admit, when push came to kill, she did good."

"Maybe. Maybe it's a good thing Y/N didn't shoot her. Listen, we both jumped on this case. I agree. Equal parts of blame there, but the whole idea behind laying low was to rest, to try and deal with everything you went through. Maybe we jumped back in too fast. Dean, you were a demon. You and Y/N still have the Mark. Don't you ever wanna talk about it?"

"Talk about it? Talk about it, how?" Dean asks, irritated.

"I can answer any questions you have. I was there, remember?" you smirk.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Shut the hell up. I know what happened, Sam, okay? I was there. I'm not trying to get by it. That's not what this was about. It's about getting back in the saddle. Doing something good and not stewing in my own shit."

"What if you're not ready?"

"Let's say you're right about everything. Maybe I'm not ready to hunt, but I am trying to do the right thing, man, because I am so sick and tired of doing the wrong one," Dean says in a broken tone."

"I know where you can start," you smirk.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit, right now."

"Aw, poor baby. Did I hurt your feelings earlier?" you giggle. Sam looks at you as if he's judging your behavior and your smile is lost. "Don't think you're any better than him. You're both pathetic and weak, and it's honestly refreshing to see you both for what you two truly are."

The rest of the ride is spent in silence. As soon as you get back to the Bunker, you leave it to go to some bar. Now that the brothers are alone, Dean calls Cas to meet them at the Bunker. It takes two hours since Cas still lives in the house you gifted him. When he gets his wings back, he won't have a need for a house, but it's nice to have a home base for a while.

"I'm sorry. I came as fast as I could," Cas apologizes.

"Okay, what the hell happened to my wife? Seriously, I need some sort of answers."

"Sam, what happened in that warehouse?" Cas asks.

Sam sits down at the war table in thought. He remembers every detail like it was yesterday.

"I remember running inside and seeing you on the floor by Metatron. He beat you pretty good. I saw Y/N on the floor. As she was getting up, she turned to me and reminded me of my promise to look after the kids. She made me promise to take care of them if anything were to happen to you or her. I think on some level, she knew something bad was going to happen.

"She used every once of magic she had to try and beat Metatron, but as soon as that blade went inside of you, her magic disappeared. It explodes out of her along with something white. She fell to the ground and wouldn't wake up. After I put both of them in separate rooms, I went to check on them. They were both gone."

"May I take a look inside you?" Cas asks Dean. "Whatever happened to her happened when you died."

"Yeah, whatever you gotta do."

Cas raises his hand and lets white light protrude from his palm. He hovers his hand in front of Dean's face as he looks deep inside Dean's soul. Dean and Sam exchange glances but don't say a thing. Cas lowers his hand in thought and raises it again to do the same exact thing.

"What do you see?" Dean asks.

"I think I know why Y/N is acting the way she is."

"Why?"

"Her soul is in your body."

Dean and Sam are shocked into silence for a few moments.

"Come again?"

"Her soul is in your body," the angel repeats.

"How the hell did that happen?"

"I don't know but based on what Sam described, when you died, you pulled her soul from her body. You trapped it inside of your own."

"I didn't know you could do that," Sam says to his brother.

"I didn't know I could do that." Dean turns to Cas. "Why the hell am I able to do that?"

"Your soul has been tethered to her since you two were born. You're soulmates. When you died, your soul pulled at hers until it left her body."

"Put it back!"

"It's not that simple. Her soul is tainted from your time as a demon. From the second you died, your soul started tainting hers to become as black as yours. The longer you went as a demon, the worse it got. When Sam cured you, he started the process of purifying your soul which is why you were able to become human again.

"Your soul became pure, but hers stayed tainted. If I were to put it in her body now, the power of the Mark along with her corrupted soul would completely destroy her from the inside. There would be no saving her at that point. Her soul would not be able to be purified after that. If we wait too long to put it in, then she will corrupt her own soul."

Dean has no idea what to do with this information. He raises his arms and lets them slam down back to his sides in frustration.

"Okay," Sam stutters, "how long does something like that take?"

"Considering we're in uncharted territory, I don't know. Though, the longer she is without her soul, the more the Mark will corrupt her."

"Let me get this straight," Dean says and walks closer to Cas, "if you shove her soul back in now, she becomes so corrupted that there is no hope in saving her, thus she dies. If we wait too long to put it in, the power of the Mark will corrupt her so much that she will start to taint her now-purified soul to the point where she dies. Am I missing anything?"

"There is a very small window in which we need to act, but I don't know when that window will come. You two need to keep an eye on her so she doesn't become worse than she is. The Mark feeds off power, and the more you give it to her, the quicker it will corrupt her."

"Okay, I need you both to promise me you won't tell her a word of this. If she knows her soul is in me, then she will do whatever it takes to prevent her reconnecting with it. That means killing me. She can't know."

"Yeah, agreed," Sam nods.

"I promise," Cas says.

Dean isn't confident that things will work out in the end, but he will damn sure try.

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Comatose (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

I've had this in my google docs for a while so I figured fuck it let's post it to tumblr lol hope you guys enjoy!

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He normally never fell for someone under his training.

Yes you were the same age as he is, but that doesn’t constitute a romantic relationship between the two of you. Rengoku takes his job with the utmost pride and frankly, taking you under his wing was probably the hardest thing he’s had to do so far other than training to be a hashira himself. Oftentimes in the night he’d find his dreams somehow involving you, be it romantic or otherwise.

And it’s not like you’re off the hook either. Your mind always wandered to his calloused hands when training with him, and when he was facing you head on you couldn’t help but wonder how he felt about you. But you'd never surface these feelings of course. This is your trainer, you're his tsuguko. It's only right to keep these feelings concealed.

That is, until your master fell mysteriously ill…

You had no idea how it happened. It all started at the butterfly mansion when you guys were working on your sword form. "Now, align your legs with mine…" He instructed, your hands intertwined on the handle of your blade. His hands, though calloused and scarred from previous battles, were always warm especially during the winter. Then he started with a cough, it wasn't anything major but you could tell it was bothering him. After about three days, his body temperature dropped a bit, but not by a noticeable amount. Then about a week later he just…collapsed.

"Master? Master Rengoku wake up, come on!" You tried your best to shake him awake but you failed miserably. Holding his freezing body in the fresh winter snow, you held his head in your lap, your tears falling on his face. "Oh gods… KANAO! GET SHINOBU NOW! RENGOKU HAS COLLAPSED AND WON'T WAKE UP GO GET HER NOW!" You shouted for the girl to get Shinobu, who by now is a mere few feet away with a few other medics.

"What happened? I heard screaming so I came as quickly as I could." Shinobu asked all of the questions she needed answers for. You answered them as best as you could but the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

"H-he just fell. He started with a cough about a week ago and then there was sniffling and shortness of breath. Then after three days his body temperature dropped slightly. I insisted that he go to you for help but he refused constantly. Shinobu I'm so sorry about this…" you felt so guilty. To think that you wouldn't go to her about this earlier was insane to you. She took your arms and forced you to look at her, a sincere look was in her purple eyes.

"(Y/N), this isn't your fault. I should've noticed something or anything that could've compromised his health. Rest assured that this will be taken care of. Now come inside, it's cold." She took you by the shoulder gently and led you inside.

Weeks later: turns out Rengoku suffered from a long term illness that he caught from his last mission. How no one noticed Shinobu couldn't understand. Perhaps he got better on his way home or something. But it caught up to him when it festered in his body. Just a really bad upper respiratory infection, but it forced him into a coma. So here you are, three weeks later kneeling next to his bed where he lay still. An oxygen mask on his face so his vitals remained stable. You didn't know if he was going to live, but maybe if you just talked to him he could hear you. After all, most people hear a lot of things in their sleep.

"I know I should be training right now master Rengoku, or Rengoku… I don't know what you want me to call you at this point. Since everyone was so insistent that I put master before your last name, but you wanted me to just call you Rengoku. But that doesn't matter right now, hell I don't know what matters to me anymore now that my training is halted. Now that you're sick and there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, I wish I had noticed sooner…" You held your head in shame, the guilt burning your heart and mind with intrusive thoughts but you knew you couldn't let them win. So you turned to prayer instead, as Gyomei always preached to pray on things whenever it gets tough. Holding Rengoku's hand, which by now was cooler than usual in temperature, you struggled to find the words to say.

"Look, I don't know who's listening right now… but the man that I'm holding hands with needs your help. He's ill and he hasn't woken up for weeks. I can't let him die, I can't do anything without him. Life feels so empty without him, like I've lost such an important part of myself. I just need you to help him, do something, anything for this man that I hold so dearly in my heart. Even if it's something small, I want to be able to tell him I love him. That I care about him so deeply that it keeps me up at night. How it drives me to do my best every fucking waking day. I love him and I don't want to lose him, for mine and his betterment. I just want him to get better or even just wake up. So… if you're out there, please please please give me a sign you'll help him. Show me a sign, I don't want to lose him… please I'm begging you…" you felt the tears run down your face and neck as your head rested on the mattress.

It was silent for a few minutes, then minutes turned into an hour and you were slowly but surely losing hope. Then you noticed that his hand began to feel warm. Not by a grand amount but it was definitely much warmer than it was before. You grasped his hand again, silently hoping that another sign would come around. Then you felt the blanket shuffle a bit, he was finally moving. Looking up at him you saw his eyes half lidded and looking right at you. A weak smile adorned his face as his eyes bore into your mind. "M-master Rengoku? Can you hear me?" You asked him, desperate for an answer. He pulled off the oxygen mask and set it off to the side, taking in fresh air that wasn't from a tank. He looked at your disheveled and frail form, almost like he was longing for something. Or maybe he was longing for you.

"How many times have I told you to just call me Rengoku? Now come here my tsuguko, before anyone else has the chance to embrace me." With an unspoken amount of force he pulled you to him, pulling you into a hug that you gratefully returned. "I heard your prayer, you know…" oh… he heard your prayer. "I've got to say, I had no idea you harbored such feelings for me. If only I had known…" He pet your hair to comfort you from the idea that he almost died. You looked up at his red and golden eyes, they shone brightly in the golden hour light of the evening sun.

"W-what do you mean? I'm not denying the prayer at all. But that last part? Are you suggesting something?" You inquired, wanting to know more that was in your master's mind. He merely smiled and sat up, inviting you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Master please, I want to understand what you meant." You pleaded with him, making him chuckle a bit.

"Goodness, you're always so eager to get down to the truth my tsuguko. I'll tell you more about it later, but for now… I should focus on my recovery, I'll most likely be on bedrest for a bit so you're more than welcome to drop by my quarters if you wish to see me. Does that sound good?" You simply nodded in response. There was nothing else that could be said.

"I'm just gonna go get a nurse. That sound good to you, uh, Rengoku?" It felt weird calling him that. Moreover it felt a little wrong.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you (Y/N)..." He put the oxygen mask back on, clearly having trouble breathing. So you went out, got Shinobu to tell her that Rengoku was finally awake, and went to wait outside of the room. You don't know what happened to him after that, but you knew for a fact that he was going to be okay.

Another week went by and you're sitting with Rengoku in his room at the hashira headquarters. Here you guys talked about practically anything and everything. Life, food, hobbies, just simple things that normal people would talk about. Although there was one thing you couldn't avoid any longer. "Um, Rengoku… can we talk about something a little more serious for a second?" You asked, watching the flame hashira with intent. He looked up from whatever he was reading, flashing his famous smile of course.

"Absolutely, what's on your mind my tsuguko?" God his voice is just captivating… maybe a little too captivating. You knew having a crush was hard but you didn't think it'd be this hard. "Little flame, don't go blank on me now. What's on your mind?" Oh lord that nickname was perfect. You shook the thoughts away for a second and cleared your throat.

"Remember when you fell into that three week coma, when I kneeled next to you and prayed for your recovery? And I kinda let my feelings for you slip out in said prayer?" You asked, feeling almost timid at the idea of even mentioning it. He put his book to the side and turned your way.

"Well, yes I distinctly remember that. Which I suppose is rather strange given my state at the time… is this about that last bit that you had asked me about?" You could only nod in response, averting your gaze away from his. "Well, with that said… I too, um…" He struggled to find the words to say, looking around at anything other than you.

"Hey, don't be scared. I'm not going to judge you. You know me too well to know I wouldn't be offended at anything you have to say to me." You said, gently using the tips of your fingers on his jaw to have him face you, cupping his cheek in your palm. Something that he did for you since you started training with him so he could ease any anxiety you may have felt. "And hey, if you can't find the words to say, just show me what you mean. I trust you." At the mention of those words, Rengoku took your hand from his face gently and kissed the top of it.

"If you insist, my flame…" He spoke softly, his face getting closer and closer with each passing second. And then, as if it were a daydream, your lips collided for a mere few seconds before he broke away. “I, well, I too share the same feelings for you. And I know it might be rather unprofessional, but I can’t help but admit to it now. So I apologize for my dishonesty-" You cut him off with another kiss, effectively taking him aback but he ultimately gave into his desires. Cupping your face in his hands he tried closing the distance even more, tilting his head to make it even more intimate. You snaked your arms around his neck, wanting to be even closer even though you're basically on top of him. He pulled away to get some air, chuckling a bit as he did so. "Well, I see that the feeling is mutual?"

"Yes, very mutual indeed. Now, do you want to make this official so it feels less awkward when I call you by your last name? Or, do you want to keep things professional so I have to use formals?" You joked, smiling into yet another kiss that was tenderly placed on your lips. This time Rengoku's hands moved to your waist, softly pressing you into his chest.

"I will gladly take that first option, my sunflower." He finalized after he broke the kiss. "You know, you do take away the breath of even the mightiest of hashiras right?" He smiled as he spoke, which in turn makes you redder than the tips of his hair. He laughed heartily at this, pulling you in for a hug. "My goodness, is someone embarrassed?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" You muttered into his shoulder, wrapping your arms under his shoulder blades to hug him tighter. However, although you were embarrassed, you felt great relief knowing that he feels the same way about you. Relief knowing that you guys will be together for as long as either of you allow it.

Relief that your prayer worked, and he's alive.

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I was really hesitant to post this but fuck it we ball-

Hope you guys enjoyed! Super wholesome and SFW too! Let me know what you want to see next!

[lillaluna]

just game ch.1

Pairing: Scaramouche x Xiao x f!Reader

Tags: nsfw (mdni!) unspecified relationship, modern au, threesome, blowjob

After a hard and busy day at university, for you and your friends a quick game of something distracting and relaxing online was something ordinary, but coincidentally the "quick game" that evening lasted for several hours.

The three of you lived in the same building of the student dormitory, but it was much more convenient to play together online. Tonight was filled with endless rounds of poker.

"Can you hurry up?" Snorted Skara tilting her head back, waiting for Xiao's move.

"You know what, unlike you, I actually analyse my cards and try to play including my brain," Xiao replies rolling her eyes and then smirks when she hears you chuckle. "All I'm saying is that I didn't win last round for nothing, and before that."

"Beginner's luck," you say, arching your eyebrows at the bridge of your nose in a sign of doubt at his skill than earns you a smile from Skara.

The game continued and the three of you bantered and laughed at each other as usual, making Scaramouche's next words a little dubious.

"Xiao. I swear to you, if you win this round too, I'll go to bed now and block you."

"I bet you just want to jerk off, don't you?"

"Of course, what else would I be thinking about but jerking off," Scaramouche jokes in a mocking tone, making you burst out laughing.

"You're thinking about her more than you're thinking about what's for dinner."

"So that's our bet for tonight?" you ask, not waiting for the guys to continue arguing.

"Does the loser have to jerk off in public?" asks Xiao, and the light of the monitor screen reflects in his eyes in the dark room as he waits for an answer.

"I agree." You shrug and hear Skara sigh slightly before agreeing with the two of you.

"You're just fucking nuts."

Suddenly there was a lot more depending on the poker game than some fake money. Ironically, Skara is on a losing streak, and he loudly curses every horrible hand that follows his incredible attempts at bluffing.

"We're all going to enjoy this spectacle," Xiao slyly chants as a new giveaway occurs.

Now there was only one choice of who would win, and the options were that it was either you or Xiao, however each of you were glad that at least you had spared yourself the embarrassment of losing and fulfilling such an embarrassing condition.

You decided to go va-ban, just confident that with your straight flush there was no way you could lose. And so you did, until…

…until you saw Scaramouche's cards. Royal fucking flush.

"Shit," you exhale. Game over for you.

"Uh-oh… Someone's not very happy, is he?"

"Shut the hell up…" you say, defeated one step before you win.

Xiao's in first place, Skara's in second, and you… you had to honour the terms of the bet. Terms that you yourself suggested. Is it safe to assume that the trap has been sprung?

"You don't really have to do that, you know, you can just poof," Skara says with a smirk. It stretches so caustically across his face when you show him the middle finger.

"Fuck you guys," you shudder nervously at the thought of having to do something like that.

"Seriously, you don't have to…" says Xiao, each of his words getting softer and softer as you snort and correct the camera, pointing it at your lower body. The guys gaze slides down your legs and stops on your thighs that were only covered by a long t-shirt.

Yes, at that moment, any other normal person would have backed off. But a clear realisation immediately ran through your head that if you didn't fulfil your own condition, for months you'd be haunted by the guys' taunts, which would definitely contain the words 'baller' or 'twaddle'. The second thought was to watch their reaction. You could bet again that these two just wouldn't put up with such blatant behaviour on your part.

Your gaze moves from one guy to the other. Each of them seems to be holding their breath, waiting for your decision. You exhale noisily and remove your hand from the mouse you were still clutching. Scaramouche swallows, and Xiao watches your every action with a darkened look.

Is this arousal?

A blush rushes to your cheeks as you think about having to bring yourself to orgasm in front of your friends, but…. But it's a small "but." You feel a rush of heat in your lower abdomen and somewhere deep in your subconscious you realise that the thought turns you on.

All that's left is to take a couple of steps to jump into that abyss. You run your hands along the inside of your thighs. Your fingers slowly glide over the soft surface of your skin, reaching the edges of the long t-shirt that covered your panties.

"You really don't have to…" Skara's voice got lower, and you could clearly sense the anticipation creeping in. Whatever he was saying, one of his hands was no longer in the frame, and Xiao's camera switched off altogether.

The air in your room suddenly became so thick, tension hovered in the air, it seemed like you could touch it with your hand. You were still fighting with yourself, but the vulgar thoughts were assertively pushing all reasonable arguments out of your head.

You lift the edges of your T-shirt, exposing your spread legs to your friends. Your pussy remains covered only by the thin black lace. You hear Xiao sigh sharply, and then exhale slowly, a low croak escaping his lips and a slight smile touching your lips. You shift your gaze to Scaramouche, and unlike Xiao, he seems to have stopped breathing altogether, keeping his eyes on you. That gives you another wave of warmth, and a wave of goosebumps rushes through your body. You don't even realise why the perverse thought of masturbating yourself in front of your old friends makes you vibrate with anticipation. Slowly you pull your panties aside, revealing your vagina.

It must have been that crucial moment when the jokes were somewhere behind you. Scaramouche leans back in his chair noisily exhaling, you can notice his hand under the table and how he makes a few rubbing motions. Xiao's camera switches back on and you see his heavy languid gaze, one of his legs is thrown over the table, hiding what he started to do with his hand, but you knew.

It seems now, the three of you are starting a new game.

"I… I won't let you win again, you know that…", you manage to squeeze out as your hand slides down your vagina collecting moisture, a deep sigh leaving your body. You start rubbing your clit in circular motions before introducing two fingers inside you.

"Shit…" Xiao's whisper barely reaches your ears as his palm covers the lower half of your face.

"What a bunch of sluts…" you say, and a groan escapes your lips as the sounds of your wet satisfaction get louder and louder. Your breathing hitches and you cover your eyes, no longer caring what the two guys watching you think. You've already crossed the line of embarrassment and now you wanted only one thing, to bring yourself to orgasm.

Your free hand slides under your t-shirt to your chest, and with slender fingers you squeeze your hardened nipple, causing you to moan once more. Somewhere beyond your arousal, you hear Xiao and Scaramouche's breathing grow deeper, one of them wheezing languidly. The sounds of them jerking their cocks at the sight of you and your arousal completely overwhelms you.

You are brought out of your trance by the suspicious silence in the room. When you open your eyes you see that the windows where their names and faces should have been have gone black. You blink and frown. On one hand it's what you originally thought, they just haven't crossed the fact that you decided to fulfil the terms of the bet after all. But on the other hand…

What the hell? They left you with guilt and a really fucking huge, desperate desire to cum.

A few minutes had passed when you heard a furious knock on the door, which was immediately repeated almost startling you.

"…It's us." You heard Xiao's voice from behind the door.

You froze, the familiar voices making you even more nervous. You smoothed out the creases in your T-shirt that didn't exist and shuffled towards the door. When you open the door, you try to make your face look as casual as possible, but a blush of embarrassment and excitement floods your cheeks.

Xiao and Skara are leaning against the doorjamb on either side of the door, their eyes downcast, both of them avoiding your gaze.

"Is something wrong?" you ask deliberately cheerfully, but Xiao just walks slowly into your room past you without asking or permission.

"What do you think?" answers Skara to your question, his hand finding your waist as he pushes you aside to close the door behind you, then presses you against it afterwards.

"Tell us what that was…" says Xiao standing on the other side of Scaramouche and completely blocking your escape routes. You swallow the lump in your throat, Xiao's face so close to yours that you can feel the warm air he exhales. Your eyelashes flutter, and the warmth you thought had already receded in your stomach begins to spill anew.

You feel Scaramouche's warm hand on your neck, and he runs a finger up your skin, and then outlines your chin.

"I…I…" you try to mumble, while Xiao lifts the edge of your t-shirt and strokes your thigh, tracing the edge of your panties below your navel. You feel your thighs involuntarily clench, which brings a smirk to the guy's handsome face.

Scaramouche turns your face to his and without preamble greedily presses his lips to yours, and for a second you stare dazedly into his eyes, but Xiao's hand diving into your panties makes you roll your eyes and moan in muffled pleasure.

The persuasion of the kisses at the door intoxicates you, and now you're already naked and so docile, standing on the bed in this vulgar pose. Skara is holding your hips from behind and Xiao is positioned - next to your head. They already knew how they were going to fuck you, Skara, imagining it as he watched you pleasure yourself. And now you were on all fours with your arse up in front of him so he could get a good look at his cock plunging into your tight little vagina.

Your hands gripped the sheets tighter, your knuckles turning white as Scaramouche slowly began to push his cock inside you. The guy groaned, slapping his palm against your arse before sliding his hand down to rub your clit in a circular motion.

"You like it like that? It looked so fucking sexy when you did it for us online. I got so turned on…" He wheezed, feeling your pussy clench around him at those words.

"I'm actually here too, you know," Xiao says, and his thumb plays with your bottom lip before he opens your mouth. The tip of his cock penetrates as your muffled mooing from Skara entering you vibrates along his length, making him moan and tilt his head back. "Damn…you suck so good…."

"Don't make me tell you about this tight cunt…" moaned Skara, one hand gripping your thigh and the other burrowing into your hair as he fucked you so deep and hard.

"I'm going to fuck you next" exhaled Xiao heavily. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lower lip as he looked down to see your mouth encircling his cock.

The wet sounds of your vagina and the ringing slaps of Scaramouche's hips, accompanied by the slurping sounds of your mouth around Xiao's cock, create the sinful sounds of a lewd symphony that makes you start to lose yourself beyond pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" Skara moans, seconds away from staining your pussy white. You nod hastily making mooing noises, needing to feel his cum inside you. With one final thrust, Skara pressed your hips against his, spewing his seed into you, and you moaned contentedly covering your eyes and taking Xiao's cock deeper into your mouth, this prompting the guy to fill it with the sticky thick substance.

Maybe losing wasn't so bad after all?

[lokischickadee]

Rightful king of Asgard

Loki x OC

Celeste was sitting on the couch in Avengers tower. Loki walked over, looking her up and down. She looks up at him and smiled. “Can I help you?”

“I just wanted to let you know you look...gorgeous.” Loki winks with a smirk. “I'm Loki by the way.”

She smirks at his flirting. “My name is Celeste.”

“A gorgeous name to match a gorgeous person!” Loki steps closer, putting his hand on her cheek.

Celeste blushed at his words. She had heard the stories about how Loki could charm the clothes off of any person. “You really live up to your name don't you, silver-tongue?”

“Mhm, I suppose I do,” Loki says with a chuckle, a small grin on his face as he continues to look her in the eyes. he then leans in, and whispers in her ear. “I'm also great at getting beautiful women to melt in my arms. You look like a goddess, so I think a few compliments is the least I can do.” Loki continues caressing her face with his thumb.

“Would you like to know a secret?”

“Oh?” Loki looks intrigued by the comment. he raises an eyebrow, his other hand still stroking her cheek. He nods his head. “Go on. I'm all ears.”

She smiles. “I AM a goddess.”

“Oh, well then that's just perfect” Loki chuckles, seeming excited about this information. “I'm sure your beauty is known around the realms then?”

She laughs. “My powers and heritage is more known.”

“Hm, so are your powers that of the beauty and love goddesses?” Loki asks, leaning in a bit closer. “I'm just curious, that's all. It's not often that you see a literal goddess in the flesh”

“Actually yes! I am the daughter of Hades and Aphrodite,” Celeste says with a grin.

“Oh, well then I was right then.” Loki chuckles. “I'd say you probably inherited quite a lot of their abilities, considering your mother is literally the goddess of love? You really did win the genetic lottery, huh?”

She smirks and kisses his nose. “yes.”

Loki's face turns bright red, shocked that she actually did that. He smiles. “You know what, considering your mom is Aphrodite, I guess that's normal for you though, huh?”

“No, you are special,” Celeste says with a smile.

“Tell me, how did you discover you were a goddess?”

“I was born in Olympus right after the war between the Olympians and Titans.”

“Oh? The great war, huh?” Loki nods. “What kind of godly powers do you have?

“Pretty much all of the powers my mom and dad have,” she replies.

“Well, I imagine you have quite the arsenal then. What's it like being able to do all the things that they can? Do you feel...extra-powerful? Is there anything that you love doing, out of all the things your

abilities can accomplish?” Loki asks excitedly. he seems curious about all her abilities and he genuinely wants to learn more about her.

“A bit yeah.” She says with a laugh. “I protect the nine realms. I am only here right now because Thor needed me to help him with some kind of avengers business, I don't know.”

“Thor called upon the goddess of love to help with some silly battle?” Loki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, that's...that's one way to utilize your abilities, I suppose.”

Celeste laughs. “I’m really the only god that will help him. The others choose to stay away cause of Odin.” She scowls at his name.

“You're angry at Odin?” Loki asks with an intrigued nod. He leans in a little closer, wanting to hear her explain her thoughts. “What has he done to you?”

“It's not what he's done to me. He's a monster, also he treats you like you are garbage and below him

when in reality it’s the other way around.”

“I suppose in a way I can see your point. He was the whole reason I became an outcast from Asgard.” He chuckles. “Perhaps even you can help me get some revenge when I go back there?” Loki smirks slyly.

Celeste smirks “Would you like the throne of Asgard?”

Loki laughs. “Well you have to admit, that would be quite a story for the ages, wouldn't it?” Loki chuckles again. “I could be the new king of Asgard, and you'd be my queen?”

“If you want!” She kneels and smirks. “My king.”

Loki blinks in a bit of disbelief. Was she really offering him the kingdom of Asgard? “...That's...that's quite the proposition, my lady. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?”

Celeste stands up again. “Is it what you want? Don't worry about me darling.”

Loki takes a moment to think. he couldn't help but consider it...he would be king, and she would be his queen. It would be the greatest honor possible. He chuckles a little, his smile turning into a grin. “I accept, my goddess.”

“Do you want Odin dead or as a slave?” She asks with an evil smile on her face.

“I do hate Odin, but I believe that killing him would be too great an honor for him. I think we'd make more of a statement by forcing him to be our eternal servant, and to know that we are his betters,” Loki says after some thought.

Celeste laughs evilly. “I can strip him of all his powers leaving him vulnerable. I'll make him kneel to you.”

“Which is exactly why I want it done. He deserves to have his entire being and pride utterly and completely shattered,” Loki smirks, still very much excited and pleased to hear the goddess of love offer to enact such revenge. “I'd be forever grateful, my goddess.” Loki's smile turns from a bit of a normal, polite smile into the type of smile one would only see as they were about to commit an outrageous act of evil. he had a little of a mischief in his eyes, a look of satisfaction and anticipation. “Do what you must, my darling.”

Celeste grabs his hand and teleport you two to the throne room of Asgard. Loki's grip on her hand tightens. seeing the great halls of Asgard always made him a bit uneasy, but today he was determined to make a scene. he leans in, his face getting close to hers. “Let's go give that old bastard what he really deserves, huh?”

Odin appears. Loki rolls his eyes, and lets go of Celeste's hand. He raises an eyebrow. “Odin, you old fool. How are you this fine day?” Loki stands with his hands behind his back, a sarcastic and mocking smirk on his face. “As of today, this throne and this kingdom is no longer yours. My rule has just begun.”

A maniacal laugh escapes Loki's throat. “I will lead us into a new golden age. With me, and my lovely goddess by my side.”

Celeste looks at Odin. “Your reign has come to an end, you old hag.”

“Well, you heard her.” Loki chuckles, still with his arms behind his back. “Get to kneeling, you old fool. I am the king now.”

“I will never kneel to a monster like you,” Odin yells in defiance.

Celeste strips Odin of his powers leaving him vulnerable. She forces him on his kneels in front of Loki.

Loki watches in awe, his smile widening. to see Odin now, brought so low. It was a sight he never thought he'd see. He laughs again, this time he was laughing in true glee. Everything was going his way, and there was no one who would ruin it. “Look at you now Odin, weak and vulnerable. You are powerless before the might of Loki, the new king of Asgard! You'll be forced to worship us, and you'll be forced to bend your knee to us and beg for mercy.” Loki's cruel smile widens before he laughs again, seemingly enjoying the entire situation immensely. Loki smiles, watching the great god, who, only moments, ago ruled the realms with an iron fist, as he now kneeling there before him, is whole demeanor had changed. he had become a shell of his former self...and Loki couldn't help but feel a rush of power and control as he towered over the once mightiest deity.

“Why don’t you sit on the throne.” Celeste says with a smile.

“Yes, my queen.” Loki smirks, his eyes glowing with pride. He takes a seat on the throne, crossing his legs at the knees. Loki then looks at the goddess to his side. “You should join me, my love. We can rule together, and make Asgard the greatest realm of them all.”

She sits on his lap and kisses him passionately.

[aeonianarchives]

Trick or Treat

Fotfictober Prompts: 30 - Trick or Treat

we are in the endgame now

Summery: Trick or Treat with Mr High King

Pairing: Gil-Galad x Reader

Characters: Elrond, Gil-Galad, Oropher, Thranduil, Erestor, Reader

Warnings: non

Readers Pronouns: They/Them

The sun trickled in slowly your eyes clenched shut at the light and the cold air which found it's way in gave your spine chills you groaned in discomfort and confusion, you forced your eyes to open and you turned your head to see Gil no longer had you in his embrace and he was infact not even in the bed, but he had not left the room for meetings which was odd, he normally couldn't wait for days like these with lazy mornings when he could hold you until you woke and you were not on one of the many patrols you had.

Your relationship to the King was a secret only his Herald even had a glimmer of an idea neither of you knew what would happen if the kingdom found out their king was sleeping with a guard who came from one of the poorest families in the kingdom, it was rare for you to even be in the castle so you both didn't get these days often as you normally stayed in your family Talan, Gil had offered to help pay expensive but you said that was to suspicious if he started to help fund your family.

you turned to lay on your back, Gil looked towards you "Morning, Meleth nin I hope you slept well" Gil-Galad said

"As well as can be for sleeping in the Kings own bed against the bed of hay on old crates" You replied you certianly like these days the plush bed was a nice break from the harsh beds you were use to sleeping on

"Well that could change, if only you allowed me to pay your family expenses" Gil said

"Then you would have to do that with every under privileged guard you have so it wouldn't be suspicious and given how Elrond complains I doubt you have the funds" you said

"where did all this wise education come from, anyway we need to get ready, I have installed a new Silvan tradition into our kingdom called trick or treating, they got it from men, you go around knocking on peoples doors saying trick or treat and they give you a sweet treat" Gil-Galad said

"And the King is going to do this around his Kingdom" you questioned raising an eyebrow

"Yes what is wrong with it, I was planning we take your younger siblings who are still elflings around and write it off as I needed to talk to you" Gil said

"As much as I love you so very dearly but professionally we have never talked in person I get your Orders through Commander Erestor, off the record we met in a tavern of men and you were quite drunk from there history of you falling on your face in love with me" You said Gil groaned

"At this point I do not care what my Kingdom thinks, I am clearly so drunken in love with you i just don't care so why not" Gil said

"Gil I hate to have you like this but I prefer it like this behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, if anything you won't hear the whispers and no one would dare say anything in front of you but in front of me it's a different story I hear them and my family would be like oh you had the king at your disposal why didn't you use it to make our lives better" You said

"I- their are just so many factors that i just don't want to deal with if you suddenly say fuck it, I am courting Y/n and now that's public information" You said, you hadn't registered Gil now sat on the bed with your back resting against his chest, he slowly stroked your hair as you ranted about it.

"If you don't want to it's fine by me" Gil-Galad said

"No, I don't want to make you feel like you can't make decisions in this relationship, i also don't want people to think i use you, i also don't want to use you I spent my entire life working for everything i have and that will all crumble once this comes out they will immediately start to think I will use you for everything I will do in the future" You said

"You let me do so much, you give me so much free space, your advice and council and ideas always help to better the kingdom I just want to give you the credit you deserve because I certainly don't deserve you, the only benefits it would give me are Elleth's would stop flirting with me as much although whenever your around it does go down significantly as well what do you do I have to learn your trick" Gil said

"I just Glare at them until they feel it and then look at me and are like maybe not and leave" You said

"Ah yes you scare people away with a glare, here we see Y/n in it's natural habitat calm and relaxed as normal around it's mate, but if it feels threatened or someone flirts with their mate, the creature will glare them down until the other backs down and away" Gil-Galad doing a weird voice

"Where you trying to be Fingolfin talking about an animal, because that was so terrible it was decent" you said before he kissed you

"Maybe Maybe not you will never know" Gil said your trick and treating was full of you tricking others that you and Gil where not a thing and Gil-Galad was just your best friend dressed up as the King as his outfit, you still got some 'candy' as Silvan's call it Thranduil and Oropher even showed up to complain about how bad it was and that next time just go to the greenwood at this time

"You two are sure your not together" Thranduil asked for the 1,000th time it seemed like

"Please, Thranduil even if that guard is really poor, Gil-Galad can't pull someone like that" Oropher said

"It's more likely that you think" you muttered under your breath

Elvish Translations:

Meleth - Love

[whatologys]

Can i request a movie lloyd x reader Who was lloyds bully (like enemys to lovers)(if you dont write movie lloyd you can do from series). Thank you in advance

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: curse words

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: lloyd garmadon x gn!reader

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1,0 k

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: yes/no

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff :))))

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘: none :p

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: IM BACK, WHOA DIDNT THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN DID YOU

this will take place when they're in high school

also, i have never written an enemies to lovers since i dont really read lots of those but i did my best <3

and lastly, i have not seen the movie (cuz of the voice actors lol) so it'll probably be all over the place

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: reader used to bully lloyd but due too reasons, they become friends

You weren't a bully, well, you wouldn't call yourself that. Others might disagree with you though. You only ever called people mean names, and when those people happend to be the son of a very famous villain it was just to easy.

Whenever somebody would say something about it, you'd never blame yourself. "Well, I didn't start it." or "My friends were doing it, otherwise I'd be so lame.". Nope, it was never your fault. The only reason you were thinking about it now, was because your parent had said it wasn't a good idea and would just be cruel to continue.

Before continuing your pathetic attempt at trying to justify your actions, you slammed your locker shut and looked over at a few of your friends. They were picking on a certain boy with blonde hair, you felt bad for him, you really did, but it was just easy to make a sad kid a little more sad.

Hearing the bell ring, you decided against throwing lots of mean words at the boy. So when walking past, you gracefully ignored your friends' calls to yell at the boy.

Looking at your watch, you realised it was already 5 pm, and normally you'd be sitting on your bed right now, watching your favourite show instead of doing homework. But no, you were sitting in the hospital waiting room because your parents got into a car accident.

This wasn't going to be one of those stories where the orphan changes their lives for the better, because your parents were going to be fine. Hey, you were delighted that your parents weren't dying, but your life wasn't one of those weird movies. Your life was going to be just the same as it was before.

Or that's what you thought right up until you entered your school building. Shaking the rain of your umbrella just out the door, you realised some kids were staring at you while trying not to get noticed, others just blatently pointed at you and talked about what had happend. It could be expected, teenagers have never been really nice, but what you hadn't thought about were your 'friends' who would definently like a new target.

It was safe to say you weren't sitting with them at lunch and there was no way you were sitting in the cafeteria, all the cliches had already formed. Usually you'd just sit outside, but sadly it had been raining all day and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.

Deciding to sit in the hallway, you picked up your tray and went your merry way. Finally plopping down on a clean looking spot on the floor, you noticed you weren't the only one sitting out here. "Hi." the boy with his signature green hoodie said. You smiled and nodded as a way of saying hello and started eating.

"I'm sorry about what happend, I heard your parents are still in the hospital." you smiled at his words and said "It's alright, they'll be fine, everyone is just overreacting.". He laughed "Yea, people here tend to do that.".

Thinking about what you had said to him in the past months you decided to apologise. "That was really shit of me and I'm sorry, you actually look nice.". "Oh you think I look nice?". You cringed at your own wording and clarified you thought he looked like a nice person. He accepted your apologies and talked with you. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you both went your way again.

From that day on you sat with Lloyd quite often, every lunch period really. You both helped each other with homework and talked about how everything was going. Lloyd talked about his family a lot, about how he lives with his uncle and his siblings. You'd always say that you thought he had a lot of brothers and he'd always chuckle and agree.

You did notice they were very close and knew that they told each other everything. Which is why you were a little stressed when he asked you to come over to study for math, because lunch is not enough of time to eat and explain half your math course. You agreed of course, you weren't to shabby at math so you could help him.

To your surprise, Lloyds siblings didn't make a fuss about you being his former bully, but even if they did you would have understood. You found something to bond over with all of them, which brought Lloyd a lot of joy.

Standing outside Lloyds house, you were still trying to comprehend what he had said. "I know it sounds crazy, but please believe me." yea, he was right, this was crazy, your best friend was the green ninja. "That's pretty awesome." you said, after what sounded an eternity. He sighed happily and asked you what you had to say.

You had said, just moments before you had something to tell Lloyd, to what he said that he also wanted to say something. But now, your news seemed not so important, so that is what you told the blonde boy. Still outside, now in the pouring rain, you decided to think of a way to say this in the easiest way possible. You coudn't come up with something on the spot so you just blurted it out. "I have a crush on you and I'd like to go on a date or something sometime.". You squinted a little as you looked at Lloyd, trying to decipher his reactions.

He mumbled something, and seeing you didn't understand him said a little louder "Can I kiss you?". You obviously nodded and moved your hands to his face. This is a moment that you'd fantasized about lots of nights before going to sleep, and it was happening. Your lips finally touched his and you hadn't felt so at ease with a person before.