#confidently wrong about everything is like. sorry it's SUCH a good theme on which to play variations

[utilitycaster]

Utterly in character and absolutely perfect that Ashton saw Keyleth, heard her say both "I've been angry for 30 years" and talk about the productive use of anger (shortly after having an epiphany re their own anger and self-pity) and openly say "I hope we never find out what a world without the gods looks like" and turns around and is like "well cool first half! anyway time to be weird at a skeleton."

[theboredinsomniac]

Pillow talk

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: Joel is jealous, but an honest conversation is enough to change everything.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: sexual themes. deepthroat, piv, dom/sub dynamic. age gap implied.

note: I don’t have an excuse.

“Show me how sorry you are,” Joel told you, his voice dropping to a darker tone.

At first you gulped, but then you stood on your toes and steadied yourself by putting your hands on his chest to kiss him. But he grabbed your wrists and shook his head with a disapproving look that confused you. You tilted your head to the side as you watched him. Did you do something wrong?

“On your knees, baby,” he clarified with a small smirk.

Nodding, you did as you were told. You knew the drill; first a blowjob, then you were straight off to subspace. Because you knew he was mad at you, he always was when you talked to other guys, and times like this he liked to mark his territory.

While you freed his throbbing member from the confines of his jeans, you thought about what could have turned him into such a jealous man. Maybe it was his ex-wife. Sarah had told you about her once, telling you she liked to flirt with other men, even when she was right there with her. That could certainly make a guy less trusting.

As your tongue swirled around his cock, hand stroking him gently, you wondered how you could convince him to trust you. Being a good girl for him was one way, but despite always being good for him, he still had his issues. You wanted this to work, but if he couldn’t understand that you would never cheat on him, there was no way you could stick around for long.

“Come on, sweetheart, let me feel that throat,” he groaned, his hands on the back of your head pushing you further down on his cock. When you let the tip down your throat as he wished, Joel let out a deep growl. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl for me.”

Right, you’re a good girl, but he only believes that when you’re having sex. Even now that you were deepthroating him, it was all about control to him. He was in charge. He kept you under control. As long as your head was bobbing with his cock stretching your mouth enough to make it almost painful, he was sure you would never leave him for someone else. You were his. Only his.

But then it’s gonna be over, the spell will be broken, and he would be the insecure mess he could be sometimes once again. Yes, he was good at hiding it, but you knew him well enough by now.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when he pulled you off of his cock, stopping you just before he came. While you swiped your saliva and tears off your face, he got out of his clothes and told you to do the same. He was planning to fuck you like he hated you, just like he did every damn time he was jealous.

You didn’t mind, of course, as long as he didn’t really hurt you. But Joel was good at this game, he knew how to make you feel loved even when he dominated you in bed. You were an obedient little sub for him and he always appreciated it.

You were on your hands and knees for him, your forehead dropping on the pillow the moment he filled your cunt with one confident move. He then slowly pulled out halfway, then pushed right back in. You were biting on your lower lip, drowning your moans before they could escape your throat as he picked up his pace.

Joel had a different idea. He grabbed your neck and pulled you up against his chest, gently biting your earlobe before saying, “Why are you so quiet, huh? I want to hear you whine and moan for me.”

“Why can’t you trust me?” you blurted out quietly, too lost in pleasure to think about your words.

This made him come to a halt, his panting becoming the only sound you heard apart from your own breathing. “What are you talking about?” he asked, sounding utterly confused.

“If I so much as look in the general direction of another guy, you always end up being mad at me, which leads to you fucking me like this,” you began once he pulled out of you and grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “Sex is not a problem, but the fact you don’t trust me truly bothers me.”

When he saw a stray teardrop on your cheek, he let out a sigh and gave you a quick kiss. “Baby, I do trust you,” he told you with a warm smile. “Sure, I’m not glad when you talk to other men, how could I be? You’re so much younger than me, I never know when you’ll get bored and leave me.”

“I’m not planning on leaving you anytime soon,” you interjected.

“Good to know,” Joel said with a short laugh before kissing your forehead. “But like I said, I trust you. Never forget that.” You leaned your head back against his shoulder and let out a sigh. It would be so nice to believe him. “Hey, I mean it. I love you. I trust you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

This made you turn your body around to face him, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck as you leaned closer. “I love you, too,” you assured him with a smile. “And don’t think your age matters to me. As long as you make me feel good–and you do–I’m gonna stay.”

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” he whispered before kissing you, his movements giving away how eager he was to please you.

It was a hungry kiss, and he soon began to fuck you again, this time keeping a steady, sensual pace while watching you. For a while you kept eye contact, but it was hard to stay focused when you were feeling this good. It was unusual, he was quite rough most of the time, but you didn’t have any complaints about this rare, softer version of Joel.

Later when he was cleaning up the mess he made with a wet towel, he kept kissing your inner thigh, a hand firmly resting on your knee to keep your legs apart. He didn’t say anything, but the smile on his face spoke volumes. Talking about your feelings certainly made things better. You both calmed down and it completely changed the atmosphere.

“We should talk this openly more often, you know,” you told him with a hand buried in his messy hair.

He threw the towel aside and climbed on the bed next to you, lying there after placing a kiss on your shoulder. “You’re right. We did sort a few things out. I’ll do my best to be more trusting, I promise. But you have to swear you’ll tell me if you have doubts about our relationship,” he asked you.

“I swear I will tell you if it ever happens,” you assured him with a smile. “But I think marriage is closer than a break up.”

“Marriage? You’re thinking about that?” he asked with a frown. Your mouth fell open but no words came out. What could you say to that? Admit that you’ve once mistakenly believed he would propose on a night out? “Hey,” he began, bringing you back to reality before you could get lost in your thoughts, “I just never thought you would want that. I’d be the happiest man on this planet if you became my wife.”

While a part of you was over the moon upon hearing such good news, another part was thinking about the obstacles. “And Sarah?” you asked quietly, starting with the obvious.

Joel absentmindedly drew circles into the skin on your stomach, his eyes fixed on you, the corners of his lips turning into a smile. “She wouldn’t mind. In fact, she has already made some not-so-subtle comments about this option.”

You couldn’t help but giggle like some stupid schoolgirl. So she would be okay with it. Great. Still, there was one more thing. “My parents would be against it,” you told him, making him nod in agreement. They had met before and your father made it quite clear he was against this relationship. “I can go no contact with them, I know that, but–”

“You love them,” he finished for you. You nodded with a guilty look. “Hey, it’s okay. I wouldn’t force you to go that far. I’d rather try and sort things out with your dad.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible,” you pointed out with a sigh.

He pulled you against his chest and kissed the crown of your head. “I would do anything for you. If I have to face your father, I’ll do it,” he told you with a smile. “So back to the important questions. Will you marry me?”

Resting your chin on his chest, you looked up at him. “You don’t have to ask me just because I brought it up,” you said.

Suddenly he started to laugh and reached for something in the top drawer of his nightstand. It took you some time to register that it was a little blue jewelry box. You gave him a confused look, but he only opened it in silence, revealing an engagement ring. “I bought it about a month ago. Like I said, I didn’t think you would marry me, but I wanted to be prepared.”

“Joel, I–” you began uncertainly, your eyes fixed on his face instead of the ring. His smile encouraged you to be honest and say what you truly wanted to say. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Joel put the ring on your finger then kissed you. You had a hard time believing it was real, that he had been thinking about this for so long. But knowing Sarah was okay with it, you had faith in your parents changing their minds as well. Everything would be okay now. Nothing bad would happen to you two.

[theflyindutchwoman]

Is that an apology? Yes. All right. No! Look, because you never would've let me work my magic if I had told you, and then I would have ended up transferring to another station to save you from yourself, and…this worked out so much better. And if you can't see that, I'm sorry not sorry. Okay. I accept your non-apology.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.16 - Exposed

I'm not going to lie… this is one of those scenes that I wish I could fully love… It has so much potential, but, unfortunately, it feels like something is missing. Like, say, a deeper conversation between Tim and Lucy… one where he gets to explain why he is so upset with her in the first place. Is it because she went behind his back to orchestrate the five-player trade, as suggested here? Is it because he worries about how this makes him look, as he implied earlier in the shop? Those are not mutually exclusive but since he never get to properly voice his thoughts on the matter, we never really find out which is it (or if it's both for that matter). Instead, it is skimmed over, as if it was an argument just for the sake of it.

Now, there's nothing wrong with that in itself… Not everything needs to be an arc. But as this 'fight' is connected to two storylines, it needed more depth. And this is where I, personally, feel a bit let down by this. I absolutely loved how Lucy didn't hesitate to put her career on the line to help Tim find a more suitable job, just like he did when he decided to take a desk job for her… They are prioritising the other, which is something neither of them ever had before… And that is extremely special for them, to have this unconditional support and love. In Tim's case, he was asked twice to sacrifice his career. And this time, he has someone who does everything in her power to make sure he can have it all, a job that he loves and a relationship. But none of this is truly acknowledged. We saw Lucy being grateful and appreciative when he transfered for her but not Tim… And I have a hard time believing that he wouldn't be even a little, once the sting fades. That is not to say he doesn't have any reason to be upset… And that's my second issue with this : this could have been used as a setup for the coming angst, the one that is brewing with Sava and Jake, Isabel's return, Lucy's undercover mission… All these episodes have one main theme : how secrecy and lies can destroy a relationship. How this is what actually started to break Tim's marriage with Isabel, long before her addiction drove the final nail in the coffin… So this could have been the perfect opportunity to have Tim confide in Lucy why her going behind his back, no matter how good her intentions were, is triggering some bad memories. Why their promise not to lie to each other is that important. This could have tied this whole arc altogether in a more organic way.

That said, I love how unapologetic Lucy is. She gets where he's coming from - to an extent. But she still stands her ground, simply explaining why she did it. After all, this all started because of the decision he unilaterally took, when he went to Grey and accepted a desk job, without consulting her first. So her worries that he would end up resenting her, their relationship or even just his situation are natural. Honesty works both ways. And that's the thing with them : while they are usually really good at communicating, they can also be selfless and impulsive when it comes to the other, ready to sacrifice themselves so the other can be happy. That, and they're both used to being independent. They just need to find a balance in their personal relationship. And as upset as Tim appears to be, it's quite clear that he is ready to move on right after her first apology. They might be good at arguing but he doesn't like being mad at her, that much is clear. He can't even stay that way too long, even after she turns the tables on him #sorrynotsorry. His smile… He's just so amused and disarmed. He can't even hide it anymore. So much for not being a softy...

(To be continued...)

[nanomooselet]

Little but Fierce II

Sorry, sorry, I changed my mind - first up I'll explain Milly's absence, and why that's important. (Thus no pictures, sorry. Also this is extremely long.)

Stampede definitely skews toward an older demographic than the ‘98 anime; shounen this is not, not even a little. I remember the director (I think?) saying Cowboy Bebop was an influence, and I do see it. Structurally they're both very musically-driven - each episode explores a variation on the theme until the climax. But there's some thematic similarities too, sort of, mostly around the way the Bebop crew related to each other. It's a found family, yes. But found inevitably first means having lost. And there's a few ways to lose a family, but the one in this post might be the most common.

Stampede talks about fighting to grow up - moving from the security of childhood to the freedom of adulthood, and what inevitably gets left behind.

Under good circumstances, childhood is certain and safe. You're provided everything you need and your caregivers will protect you. You're not held responsible for anything, since you're still learning the shape of the world, and not expected to perform, achieve, or provide. It's the job of your caregivers to do those for you while you acquire practical and social skills, support your body's healthy development, and form a stable sense of self and an identity of your own. Under ideal circumstances, you'll get the opportunity to make plenty of mistakes but face no permanent consequences, just an explanation of how you went wrong you can learn from - since mistakes are how you learn. This is how you build your confidence and in general become better at the whole "human being" business, which believe me does actually take practice and is not inherent. Not everyone figures it out, either.

On the other hand, you also don't really have choices or power, and your reality is confined, any edges rounded. Without consequences there also isn't change. Your identity isn't your own. You are a child of your parents or the ward of your caregivers - you belong to them, in a sense are part of them, because you're their responsibility. Many experiences are gated from you until you mature. In general the world is a simple place and your feelings feel very big, but lack complexity. You're sad, happy, or angry from head to toe, but only one at a time and not over much. It feels important, but that's because kids can't have perspective. It's always the most important thing to them because they haven't experienced anything more important yet.

Adulthood is less safe but more free - you have to fulfil your own desires and defend yourself. Social connections are yours to try to form. You will likely have to work to provide for yourself, and perhaps others - it's no longer anyone's job to do that for you. You are accountable, you are responsible, your actions have consequences that rebound not only on you but upon others, good or bad. Outcomes are also more uncertain, and mistakes can be proportionately harder to recover from.

But you have autonomy - selfhood, identity are yours to claim. Choices are your own to make. There are downsides but also advantages, opportunities for greater happiness but also inevitable pain, and in general more subtle, complex emotions and situations. It can be very hard. But it can also be very beautiful.

Inevitably, humans being mammals and having such utterly helpless infants, there'll be at one point in your life you play the role of child to a caregiver. Odds are fairly good you'll also be caregiver to a child at least once (or something like one). Think how many of us have pets. Or even an older sibling to a younger. Teacher to a student. Such relationships always shape us, whichever role you occupy. There's a common archetype in folklore of the "mother of death", because whoever you were before becoming a parent has to die, at least a little, to make room for the vast responsibility of parenthood - think of giving up a career to raise a family, for example. And creating a life means inevitably you have invoked a death. All that lives, in time, will die.

Got all that?

So Stampede and arguably Trigun as a whole is about what happens when you fuck with it.

Good circumstances, yeah, you aren't going to find those. Let's see how hard people try anyway. Let's see what happens when care of a child is suddenly assumed by someone unprepared - or when a child is forced to assume a caregiving role. Or when a child never receives a childhood before being unmade, destroyed, but still surviving to claim the freedom of adulthood. What do they become?

(Am I talking about Wolfwood? Legato? You tell me.)

Are the Plants here to take care of us or ours to take care of? Can we only take from them or is there some way to give back? Can it be mutual? Or must we pick a side?

We don't have Milly yet because Milly resolves the argument. She's someone who sees no reason to pick a side. She's a very caring, protective person who also has no problem with being taken care of - she's happy to defer to Meryl, whom she has great respect for. And Meryl has respect for her too. It's a very good working relationship! Which, uh, unfortunately doesn't leave a lot of room for exploration of the main conflict, and might have been why they faded out a bit in the later volumes.

The purpose of switching Milly with Roberto was to create that conflict. There are a lot of mothers in Stampede but not many places for dads. And one thing I very much have come to appreciate is that both were afforded equal flaws, redemption and sympathy. There's no bumbling useless fathers, or blandly nice mothers (even Rem, who comes the closest, had terrible regrets, and I get the feeling we haven't seen the last of her. Really, around this point in the story in the older tellings a lot of people still thought she was Vash's dead girlfriend, so let's not hasten to judge). Rosa is a hard woman and she turns on Vash, but she has her reasons and Knives punishes her far too cruelly. Brad's kind of an asshole, but it's because he cares so deeply and doesn't know how to talk about it.

Roberto is jaded, but he takes his responsibility seriously and he's a good teacher to Meryl. He isn't just a vehicle for exposition.

Nor does he treat her badly in any way. Meryl feels perfectly safe snatching away his booze and talking back to him. They become fond of and comfortable around each other so quickly because they both decent and clever people, fundamentally similar. It's built on mutual respect, trust and communication.

Compare to how Knives interacts with Vash, how long the pauses are in their reunion in the diner. Knives is trying to be gentle, but Vash is so terrified he can't finish a sentence, can hardly speak at all, his voice is shaking so badly. Knives sneers when Vash doesn't instantly react with affection. Which is… insane considering this is exactly how it was the last time they met: Knives gruesomely murders someone, smearing the walls and floor with blood, and then expects Vash to be grateful or impressed. Their relationship is one in the process of slowly but violently shattering.

Meryl is very young in Stampede. She's got some significant character flaws. But it's hard for her not to do better than that.

Part I

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Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

[aphroditelovesu]

Can you do platonic yandere Harry Potter x child! Reader?

"I will be the only one to love you unconditionally." - Harry Potter.

❝–🔮 Lady L: You bet I can! I think this was asked about two or three months ago… I'm sorry it took so long… But it's done and I hope you like it. A platonic Harry Potter is my new religion and I realized how much I love writing platonic yanderes. :)

❝–🔮 TW: yandere themes, implied murder and torture, obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation and overprotection.

❝–🔮 Pairing: Yan!Platonic Harry Potter x Gender Neutral!Reader

Harry is the very definition of a caring and protective father. He would do anything for his child and more. Nothing matters more to him than the happiness of the person most important to him, you, his beloved and adorable child.

From the moment you were in your mother's womb, he was already obsessively dreaming about you. What you would be like, your name, your skills, your personality, your dreams… Potter had already thought of everything possible about you.

He doesn't really care what you want to do in the future, he just insists he stay on your side. Harry refuses to be left by you, he's your dad, sweetie, you could never leave him, right?

He's a selfless yandere, okay? Harry would do everything in his power to see you benefit in everything you do. If someone is causing you problems, they will be fixed immediately. He doesn't mind having to use spells to correct or get rid of someone who is bothering you. Perhaps an Avada Kedrava… Anything and everything is possible.

Harry would do anything for his family and friends, that's a fact, but he'd get rid of them all for you if he had to. He's one of the most loyal wizards you could ever meet, but you come first in his life. Everything he believes in would be set aside for you.

He's overprotective of you, Harry demands to know every detail of your life. Privacy isn't something that exists when he's his father, he's going to want to know everything about your life. Your friends, secrets, the people you care about. All. You won't be allowed to leave the house alone, just with him or one of your friends, friends he trusts and knows are good for you, in case.

Harry is not afraid and will not hesitate to sacrifice himself for you. He won't think twice about saving your life, he'd rather die than live without you. Just the thought of you dying makes him mad and desperate. No way can this happen. He won't allow you to die.

You will be pampered without moderation by Harry. He doesn't care that he's not rich or anything like that, your wants must be fulfilled and yours wishes realizade. Harry wants to see you smiling all the time and if material possessions is the way to do it, why should he deny it? It's just money and if that's what it takes to buy your happiness, so be it.

Speaking of which, Harry wants to be your confidant. He is your confidant. He wants to be the person you can tell anything to without hesitation, the one person you run to when you have a problem. You can count on anything for him, no matter what, he will always be there for you.

You are the apple of your father's eye, the only child he loves so much. He may have other children, but none of them will matter to him as much as you do. Harry will love it if you ask him to mentor you, help you practice spells, potions and stuff like that. He wasn't the most exemplary student at Hogwarts, but he appreciates every minute he spends with you, even if he's been teaching you the wrong way.

Harry will despair if you are hurt in any way. First he will tend to your wounds, comfort you and then he will ask you who hurt you. If you've hurt yourself, he'll scold you lightly, telling you to be more careful, but if someone else has hurt you, don't worry, Harry will deal with them personally. Nobody can hurt you and think they'll get away with it, because they won't. Your father will make sure of that.

When you grow up and it's your time to go to Hogwarts, this man will cry. His precious baby is growing up and becoming independent. He will refuse to let you go, whimpering and mumbling things like "you're growing up so fast". You will need other people to help you out of your father's crushing embrace. The fact that you're going to Hogwarts will only remind him that you probably won't need him as much as you used to and that will make him bitter. No, that's not true, you're always going to need your dad next to you, right? Whenever you call him, he will appear by your side. Harry will always take care of you, even after his death. Your dad will never abandon you. He promised you that and Potter always keeps his promises.

[mysteriawrites]

hi dear! i hope you doing great! <3

I was wondering can I have male honkai star rail matchup please?

i’m a girl, 19, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Hihi thank you so much for the request. Don't worry about grammar it's the internet no one uses proper grammar anyway even typing this I spelled so many words wrong and made grammatical errors and relied on autocorrect. Anywho without further ado (heh rhyming) DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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ARLAN!!!

(Yeah, I wanted to use a gif like I do for the rest of the matchups but apparently there aren't enough of Arlan available on the Tumblr database, and I couldn't outsmart the system by uploading one as a picture so yeah sorry about that).

Not a lot is known about Arlan: he's definitely on the quiet side, has a dog named pepe, and is loyal to a fault to Asta. He's a very private person. However, when Asta introduced him to you, the newest researcher on the station and old family friend, he had to admit that something in him wanted to be around you (Pepe liked you too so that was also a good sign).

As he showed you around the space station, he found that he was the one doing most of the talking, which was a first for him, he's always been more of the listening type. Something about you seemed to ease his nerves which ironically made him uneasy. He didn't understand what he was feeling at all.

After he finished helping you, he decided to ask "Master" Capote about what these strange feelings were (he in these exact words "didn't want to bother Asta over such trivial matters"). Capote told him in a blunt manner that he must be in love. Arlan almost had a panic attack at those words. Him?! In love?! There's no way in the whole galaxy!

However, the longer he denied those feelings the stronger they became. He wanted to be around you more, learn about you and your interests, hear your voice, all the things you'd expect from a schoolboy crush. It doesn't help that he started getting closer to you and you showed off your adorably bubbly personality. So, he went back to Capote.

Now he knows Capote isn't the best person to ask for love advice, but he doesn't have a whole lot of options. Capote ends up telling him about that women like guys with confidence and who play hard to get (Capote seems like the kinda guy who would say that). Now Arlan isn't quite sure about this, but he has nothing else to go on and is desperate.

So that's what he did, the next time he saw you he did what Capote told him. He felt so stupid, but if it was what would get you to like him then so be it. Only you saw right through his facade. You took him by the hands and asked why he was acting like someone he wasn't, and that was when the truth came out. He told you everything including the confession of his feelings.

Ever since that day you guys became closer than ever; you tell each other everything. Early in the relationship Arlan treats you kind of like he does Asta where he sees himself as someone who serves you, but you shut that down real quick and helped him understand that romantic relationships are supposed to be equal.

Asta supports you in all your endeavors. He thinks you look beautiful no matter what, but he tries his best to be more descriptive in his compliments to show he pays attention and genuinely wants to help. He buys you cute stuffed animals and accessories from the on-ship stores. He also finds your linguistic gifts fascinating and useful so he asks if you can teach him. Best of all Pepe really likes you.

For dates you guys take turns planning based on what the other person likes. Arlan likes to take you foreign films festivals they sometimes have on the station as a reward for their hard work and nice dinner dates because he's a gentleman. As for you, you know that Arlan just wants to spend time with you and nothing more, so you plan an at home date of dinner and a movie (and a bit of video games).

I know you said that you prefer tall guys, but what Arlan lacks in height he makes up for in courage and heart. He sees things through till the end cares about the well-being and safety of those around him. When the Antimatter legion attacked, even though he knew that his number one priority should have been the inhabitants of the space station he did everything in his power to protect you and make sure you were safe. You were his real top priority, even if that meant taking a hit for you (how he really injured his leg at the beginning of the game).

Hi, hope you enjoyed sorry it took so long and is a bit short the star rail characters are a bit harder to write for.

Runners Up: Dan Heng, Welt Yang, Gepard Landau

[heavendear32]

A White Lie—C.Yj

Pairing: Choi Yeonjun X Fem!Reader

Summary: you have a perfect reputation, smart, kind, clean-cut but also boring. So you decided to spice your life up a bit but when a rumor gets too out of hand, life comes crashing down or a easy A-ish fanfic with Yeonjun

Word count: 5,352

Warnings: sexual themes, mentions of sex (no smut), swearing, mentions of underage drinking, sexual assault, reader is a bit manipulative, angst, prostitution (if you squint), lying, Virgin!Reader, a little fluff at the end.

“If you’re watching this you probably know who I am but if you only know me for my bra size or as the whore of the school then hi I’m Y/n Y/l/n and welcome to ‘the rumor-filled totally false account of how I ruined my flawless reputation.’” You said as you picked up a piece of paper that held what you just said

You weren’t sure how many people were watching but you hoped it was enough to get back some of your old reputation, “no more lying because I’ve learned how far white lies can go and I hope that with what little respect you have of me, you’ll listen and understand. there are two sides to every story and this is my story….the right one, and it begins during spring break.”

You never wanted spring break to end, you didn’t want to go back to your mundane and boring life you were use to but the clock kept on ticking down until you would be just Y/n again. There had to be something more to life, and so you made a plan. When you went back to school, you weren’t going to be just Y/n Y/l/n, you were going to be the Y/n Y/l/n. The plan started with a new look, some makeup and new clothes as well as a new attitude and some more confidence but the thing that was going to pull it all together was the story. You had gone to Busan, staying with your aunt and uncle (which was true) and there you had gotten new clothes and had a nice expensive vacation and went on a date with a really cute guy. Just a little white lie to make you seem rich and cooler, that was all, nothing too crazy and nothing that could get out of hand right? Boy were you wrong.

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Standing here, in front of the school made your heart race. You were a nobody, a nerd, invisible to the opposite sex, just a background character in someone else’s story but not today you were going to make sure of it. Quickly you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“You got this Y/n, just be confident.” You whispered to yourself before you started walking towards the crowd

You tried remembering how to look confident, just the small things like don’t slouch and keeping your chin up and taking larger steps. The thing you weren’t too worried about right now was eye contact, the sunglasses gave you a “mysterious” feel and it was already working, a few kids stared and looked confused or surprised as if they hadn’t seen you before. Maybe you could be someone new and just go by your middle name, it could’ve worked if you hadn’t ran into someone. Your eyes went wide as you looked down at who you ran into, Jeongin was on the ground.

“Sorry about that.” You said in a calm tone as you reached a hand out. The boy stared up at you for a second before saying, “Y/n is that you?”

You smiled and nodded, I.N grabbed your hand and stood up. His eyes wander your body and a confused expression cover his face and all he could say was, “you look different.”

“Thanks.” You smiled. “It was good seeing you I.N. You should tell me about your spring break sometime.”

Before the boy could say anything else, you had started walking away. This was going to be fun, I.N was friends with Beomgyu who was one of the most popular boys in school and in high school secrets never stay secret.

“You went out with a boy!” Y/f/n squealed you giggle and said back, “yes but you don’t need to scream it out.”

Your friend quickly grabbed you hand and pulled you into the bathroom watching the door as it closed.

“Tell me everything that happened. Did you do it?” She whispered before gasping. “You totally did it, didn’t you?”

You were stunned for a bit, you didn’t mean to lie but how far could a little white lie go? So you answered, “yeah maybe.”

You laughed as you watched your best friend freak out. You calmed her down, wondering if their was anyone else in here.

“Shush, you’re so loud!” Your friend didn’t care but you both stopped hearing one of the stall doors unlock

Your eyes looked up seeing who was also in the bathroom. The only person you absolutely hated, Hae-won the religious and control freak of the school. She glared at you and your friends turning on the water, it was silent except for the water running.

“What are you staring at Virgin Mary?” Y/f/n snapped at her

“Some whores of Babylon.” She said and smiled before grabbing some paper towels and walking past you making you roll your eyes as she hit your shoulder

That day was better then most other days. You were noticed more, and once in class you asked for a pencil and 10 guys pulled one out. The next day was different, your lie about your virginity had become the talk of the town and you heard the rumor being spread in whispers. It was funny, before you were invisible now it seemed as though everyone knew your name.

Your heart raced and you felt like you were finally popular, the only downside was that you’d have to face Yeonjun at some point but you’d cross that bridge when you got to it. You had never felt like this before, and boy did you have fun with your new popularity. To Hae-won’s dismay, people liked you and it became easy to mess with her and also get things you wanted. The popularity was going to your head but you hadn’t had this fun in forever, you weren’t a monster though. You tried to use your popularity and lack of virginity to help your friends, particularly one guy you knew.

A guy named Si-woo who was gay and bullied by everyone. You used to talked to him, years ago when you were kids and before everyone became homophobic. So one day you were talking to him in detention (you got because you gave Hae-won a taste of her own medicine, she insulted you and you insulted her back but you were the only one who got detention), he asked how you got popular.

“How did you do it Y/n?” He asked

“Did what?” You asked as you looked back at him

“Become popular.” You just shrugged as he added, “I wish I wasn’t gay so I would get bullied.”

“Just act straight.” You doodled in your notebook

So-woo looked confusedly at you, “and how would I do that?”

“I don’t know, sleep with a girl.” You snapped at him

Detention moved by slowly but you were glad that you were talking to an old friend. You had told him that his house was always open and you were always there to talk, and so it wasn’t weird to see him in your room asking for a favor but you didn’t know that the girl he wanted to sleep with was you.

“No!” You said to his request

He got onto his knees in front of you begging, “please Y/n, help a friend out.”

“Si-woo, you do realize I’m a girl.” You pressed your hand against his chest. He stared up at you for a second before shrugging, “so?”

“YOURE GAY!”

You couldn’t believe what was happening right now. You didn’t think that lying about loosing your virginity would lead to a gay guy asking to have sex with you.

“What if we don’t even do it and I just say we did it?”

You leaned closer to him, “no!”

“I’ll pay you.” Si-woo begged even more. “I don’t want your money. Si-woo just leave.” You yelled at him

“I know I should just be myself and people will like me for me but I’m sick of getting bullied and I just wanted to be normal for once. I just thought that out of everyone, you would know what it’s like. I’ll see you at school Y/n.” He sighed sadly as he got up and started walking towards the door.

You had changed your clothing, your attitude, and your confidence but sitting here watching as your friend looked so sad after asking for help, one thing you knew you couldn’t change was your heart. You sighed and rolled your eyes calling to him, Si-woo stopped and turned around.

“I want a gift card to My Boon and you tell everyone I’m amazing in bed.” You said watching as a smile covered his face

“Thank you Y/n, so what do we do? Do I go and tell people?” He asked

You shook your head, “no if we’re going fake sleep together, we have to do it right. Lisa is throwing a party tomorrow night, all the popular people and your tormentors are going to be there. That’s when we’ll do it.”

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Si-woo fidgeted nervously next to you, the party was down a block but your car slowed to a stop. The boy looked at you confused on why the car had stopped.

“Are we walking the rest of the way?” He asked

You turned to him, “let’s get the plan straight, we’re going to walk into the party together and acting drunk, I will ask Lisa for a room, and we’ll go from there okay?”

He nodded and gulped harshly as you added, “just follow my lead and don’t do anything stupid.”

The car pulled up to the house, music was blasting from the inside. You had been to Lisa’s house once before, you almost had your first kiss here but back then it seemed so much bigger, her house was already huge but it seemed like a castle when you were a kid. Si-woo quickly got out of the car and stood by you, it was silent for a second as you thought some more.

“Okay.” You finally said. “Put your arm around me and laugh like you just said something funny.”

Si-woo nodded and put his arm around your shoulder letting out a laugh that would sound real to anyone drunk. You pushed open the door, kids lined the halls and looked at you and Si-woo. They whispered and shot confused looks to each other, as you walked through the house. You stumbled a bit making it seem as if you already had a drink. Lisa’s eyes found you and she held the same confusion everyone else had.

“Hey, Y/n you came along with….Si-woo.” She said as Si-woo answered with a half fake ‘what’s up’

You giggled a bit, “I hope you don’t mind but we did have a few drinks before coming over.” You leaned forward closer to Lisa and said loudly. “Talking about drinks, Lisa, Si-woo was just telling me this really funny thing which was really funny and I was wonder if there was like, a room where we could go so he could finish telling me that thing that’s really funny, if you know what I mean.”

You smacked your lips before saying the last little bit. It was half to creep her out and half to make a point, Lisa pulled away and told you to use her room. You let out a squeal and drunkenly thanked her as you wrapped your arms around her. She pushed you away and quickly turned wrapping your arm around Si-woo and walked towards where her room was. Everyone started talking and walking after you, you smiled and slammed the door in their face locking it.

“Close the blinds.” You said to si-woo who rushed over and did what you said

You hands ran down your hips and under your dress as you pulled your panties off. Si-Woo’s face went red as he saw.

“Relax don’t get your panties in a twist.” You said turned to the door hanging it over the handle covering the key hole so it made it harder to see

Once you were sure no one could see you clearly you walked over to the bed and patted a spot next to you. You told him to grunt but as he did it sound more like he was constipated or going through labor.

“Moan.” You hissed at him. “Like, sex noises.”

You lightly hit his face and he let out a noise that was somewhat convincing. You smiled and nodded telling him to continue making that noise.

“Oh yeah.” You moaned out. “Oh fuck!”

You chanted those things over and over again before pulling him up onto his feet.

“Don’t stop!” You said as you started jumping on the bed and whispering to Si-woo to say something

The boy panicked and said, “I’m gonna turn you around and take you from the back.”

“That’s not gonna make people think you’re straight.” You told him as you stopped jumping. “You just sound like you want to fuck a guy.”

“Never mind that gayness because I’m a straight guy.” You rolled your eyes at Si-woo, there was no way he was straight

You continue moaning, saying any cuss words that came to your head that would sound natural. After a couple more minutes of doing the same thing over and over again, you grabbed Si-woo’s shoulders.

“You ready for the grand finale?” You asked with a smile as he nodded

This is going to be fun, you said to yourself as punched him in the groin. Si-woo fell to his knees as he yelled out in pain and you yelled out as well, “fuck!”. You should panted as you jumped off the bed and walked over to the boy who was still writhing around in pain.

“Come on, get up.”

He slowly got up and walked over to you, he was still groaning in pain. You messed up his hair and his shirt.

“Go forth as now you are a man.”

He grabbed your wrist, “thank you.” He said before walk up to the door which still had your panties hanging on it. You quickly grabbed them and stuffed it into his pocket.

“Evidence.” You told him as he opened the door

Everyone scattered as he walked out of the room. You were still catching your breath but walked out of the room a few seconds later, you needed a drink. Pushing past people, finally you reached the kitchen and started pouring yourself a drink.

“Y/n?” You heard your name so you looked up seeing Yeonjun

You smiled, “oh hey, Yeonjun.”

“I thought you hated parties.” The boy sighed before taking a sip of his drink

You bit your lip and fidgeted slightly, “yeah.”

It was awkward, standing here staring at your old best friend. You took a sip of the drink you poured yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up as Yeonjun looked you up and down.

“You look different.” You looked down at his words, Yeonjun was right. In any other circumstance you would never wear this dress and you weren’t sure how you weren’t trying to pull it down over your knees every second

“Does it not look good?” You ask getting self-conscious about the dress and did it get shorter?

“Uh no-no it looks good, you look amazing it’s just I’ve never seen you wear it.” Yeonjun answered. “I was also wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and my friends.”

You looked over at where he was pointing seeing the rest of his group, they were still the same. Taehyun had his arm wrapped around some girl, Soobin was arguing with Beomgyu and Kai was lost in dreamland. You forgot how much fun you had with them, smiling before looking back at Yeonjun.

You sighed, “I wasn’t going to stay long, thank you though.”

He quickly replied with, “well then let me take you home.” You smiled at his offer but seeing that he had been here longer he must’ve had more drinks then you so you shook your head. “I’m okay I’ve only had one drink. It was nice seeing you Yeonjun.”

You turned from him and walked through the halls and back out the front door, Si-woo had forgotten about you and now off somewhere so you just left. You felt bad for leaving Yeonjun but even now with your confidence boost you weren’t sure you could talk to him.

Si-woo kept his word, you got your gift card and the rumor spread to say that you were sensational in bed. The only bad thing was that your reputation of the clean cut good girl had been tainted and now you were known as the whore of the school or the better known one: a dirty skank. That should’ve thrown you off the path that you were going down but all you could think was “fine, I’ll be the dirtiest skank they’ve ever seen”

And oh if Hae-won could see your closet now, she’d have a heart attack. All your long sleeves had been thrown out, anything baggy was dumped, and now heels were your best friend. On every hanger was a corset, some black, some pink or white or blue but all your clothes had one thing in common: the scarlet ‘A’ decorating the barren design. It was supposed to be “a sign of shame” but it made you feel powerful.

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The expression on your classmate’s faces were priceless, they all stared at you but no one stood in your way. A smirk on your face as you didn’t stop, hearing as they whispered before toying with some boy and it only became easier now.

In class, no one could pay attention to the teacher. At lunch, boys crowded closely around your table with their mouths wide open and Hae-won couldn’t even keep her eyes away from you. Glaring and always saying something about how she was praying for you. This was fun but your reputation suffered more and more, the good girl who had perfect A’s became more faded as “the whore of the school” surfaced.

The funny thing was that you never expected to make your “lack of a v-card” a job but one day a boy you barely knew, In-Ho a guy you used to be a mathlete with, asked you to do what you did with Si-woo saying that the boy told him the truth. You refused at first but what happened with Si-woo happened again and seeing that boy who asked for your help sulk away made the Y/n before the lie come back out so you agreed, and so you got an $100 gift card for second base.

That second rumor spread faster then the first and basically by the end of the day, you were in for business for those who actually knew and that happened to be a lot. Nerds, losers, and anyone who were like what you used to be, invisible to the opposite sex and you had a stack of gift cards from all your ‘clients’ but the more deals you made the more you just wanted romance. You wanted something from a kdrama, you wanted Hyung-Sik caging you in between his arms so “the world couldn’t do anything to you”, or Lee Seung-gi letting you dance on his feet, you wanted Song Kang to tell you that you were so pretty it made his heart flutter. All you wanted was to feel loved, you didn’t ask for much but even if it was just once, you wanted to feel like you were in a kdrama.

One with romance and a really good soundtrack. You could dream all you wanted but you weren’t the female lead in “Love alarm” or “Strong girl Do Bong-soon” hell you would’ve even taken “Vagabond” if it meant that you ended up with a man like Lee Seung-gi but hey you got to get one shampoo free if you bought another one so it wasn’t all that bad right?

Hae-won had started a group what you liked to call the ‘kick the fallen down’ group whose whole job was to torment you and try to get you kicked out of school. For once, since the whole lie started you felt hopeless and you had never felt more alone. It was funny, you were popular enough to have people saying that they slept with you but no one made the move to actually sleep with you. So you found yourself at another one of Lisa’s big parties, this time staying longer as you chugged down another drink trying to forget the whole shit-show going on with your life until a familiar face walked up to you.

“I’m starting to think you were lying about hating parties.” Yeonjun said

You smiled sadly, “yeah well the booze is nice and also gotta keep up my reputation.” You hated that stupid lie, but it had become you now so you had to run with it wether you liked it or not

“Me and some other people are playing seven minutes of heaven, seeing as you…um do you want to play?” Yeonjun cleared his throat in the middle of his sentence changing the topic, you didn’t know it hurt worse when it came from the guy you used to be friends with and your crush

You took another swig of your drink and nodded walking over to where they all sat. Beomgyu sat next to Soobin, water dripping from his hair and clothes and a towel had been thrown over him telling you that he had jumped into the pool. Some other guys and a few girls sat talking to each other grouping up leaving you lonely once again. Yeonjun sat down by Beomgyu and the game started, Beomgyu spun first going in with a girl next to you and by the expression of the girl once they exited nothing happened.

You watched as most of the people playing took their turns, Yeonjun’s turn came (hoping that the bottle landed on you but it didn’t) and passed until finally it was your turn. You took a deep breath and spun the bottle, it slowed to a stop landing on Jae-Hwa. You weren’t upset on who it landed on, there were worse boys but you were hoping it landed on Yeonjun. Slowly you and Jae-Hwa climbed the stairs and Beomgyu closed the door behind you, the time started now.

It was awkward for a bit as you stood in that room staring at Jae, he was nice and kind. You fidgeted a bit as Jae started talking.

“I’m glad that it landed on me.” Jae said taking a couple of steps closer to you as you smiled up at him, “oh really?”

He was inches away from you as he reached into his pocket pulling out a gift card as he said, “I’ve got something for you.” You looked at the gift card, it was a LINKO gift card. “200 dollars to LINKO.”

You put on a fake smile and gulped harshly, “I didn’t know this was a-“ you couldn’t get the rest out, to sad at the fact that the one time you thought someone had liked you it was just another business exchange

“I know it sounds kind of lame, but they really do have some awesome stuff.”

“So, what did we do on during this time?” You asked almost spitting at Jae

“Whatever 200 bucks gets me.” He answered and leaned forward pressing his lips against yours

It was funny, this was the exact room you almost had your first kiss in, and this was the exact almost way you had it but this wasn’t the guy you wanted to have it with. That guy was sitting downstairs right now, you pushed Jae away.

“That’s not really how it works.” You said to him but he just pulled you back in kissing you again, and so you pushed him away. “Stop! I’m not really having sex with people for money. I’m saying it but not actually doing it.”

“It’s okay. It’s all right, come on stop being such a prude.” Jae said trying to pull you closer his lips inches from yours

“Stop, no, no. You’re an asshole!” You yelled at him before turning away and opening the door rushing down the stairs as Jae ran after you. You stopped for a second to throw the gift card back at the man chasing you.

“Hey your seven minutes isn’t up!” You could hear Beomgyu yell but you needed to get away

Tears streamed down your face as you rushed out of the house as fast as your heels would let you. You stopped at the edge of the lawn hearing footsteps behind you.

“Y/n!” Yeonjun called, god why was it always him

You turned around trying to make it seem like you were okay. Yeonjun stopped as he reached you.

“Hey are you okay?” You nodded at his words trying to stop the tears

“Yeah I’m fine, I need to get home.” You turned around trying to walk away but Yeonjun grabbed your wrist almost begging, “please let me drive you home.”

You nodded as the tears returned to stream down your face. The drive was as peaceful as it could be.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Yeonjun asked softly

“What else is there to talk about? Everyone thinks I’m a whore…and to be honest, I’m starting to believe it.”

“What why?”

“Oh come on Yeonjun, you know what everyone is saying.”

“Yeah I know that, but it doesn’t mean I believe them.” He smiled eyes flickering over to you

You wiped away your tears, “really, you believe me?”

“I know you Y/n, I know that you hate parties and that dresses make you insecure. But I know without a doubt that you have the biggest heart and can’t not help people because years ago there was a scared little boy who wasn’t ready for his first kiss and there was a amazing selfless girl who lied for him.”

You chuckled a bit, “you still remember that?”

“I wish that was my first kiss cause then I’d actually had enjoyed it.” Yeonjun said

You smiled as the car pulled up to your house. You talked a bit more to Yeonjun and the crappy feeling you had just a few moments ago slowly was fading.

“You know when I became popular, I couldn’t understand why no one liked you and I realize that it was because you were real.” Yeonjun stated. “You weren’t scared to be who you were.”

“Did you think about me like this before my transformation?”

“way before and if you wanted to stay this way that’s fine but would you stop pushing me away?”

You blushed, “you know if you had been here a couple of weeks ago, all of this would be different.”

Yeonjun smiled at that, it was silent for a second as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips. “Could I kiss you? I won’t tell anyone but I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your smile faded as you slightly shook your head, “no.” Yeonjun looked away and cleared his throat quickly apologizing but you responded with, “no I mean not like this. I look like a mess and with just having some guy try to stick his tongue down my throat. I’ve wanted to kiss you for years but I want it to be perfect. My life is a mess but if you give me some time to straighten my life out because I don’t want to drag you into it.”

“What if I wanted to be dragged into it. I can help Y/n.” You smile and leaned over pulling him into a hug before you got out of the car and walked into your house

One thing these past few moments had taught you was that even though there was shitty people, at least there was one kind and caring person out there for you. With that knowledge you knew this small white lie had to stop and so you knew one person who would set your story straight, the very first person you helped: Si-woo but it turned out that he didn’t need your help as he basically left his fake life behind. So that was one person down, and after that it was just getting all the guys you helped to come clean that it wasn’t true but after begging and begging for them to come clean, it felt like life was purposely doing this to you and if this was your punishment then you couldn’t be mad.

So it was finally time to put a end to the white lie that got out of hand once and for all and you were going to do that by telling your side of the story, all you had to do was get enough people to listen.

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“And that’s why I decided to do this webcast. So here we go, part 5. Not with a fizzle, but with a bang. So today with the help of Yeonjun and unknowingly Hae-won, who lets say got to carried away with trying to kick me out, let me and Yeonjun sneak into the principal’s office letting me do the announcement and so with about 30 seconds, a minute at best to get everyone to go home and watch this I sang the only sexy song I knew and it worked so here you all are…waiting outside the bedroom door for me to kiss Yeonjun, listening to me pretend to have sex with Si-woo, paying me to lie for you, and calling me every name in the book. I took one thing out of Hester’s book but let me tell you that it sucks to be the outcast.”

You sighed just as you looked at the window seeing Yeonjun smiling from outside. You moved to the window opening it as he rested his arms against the frame.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so beautiful it makes my heart flutter?” He said making you giggle

“How did you know?” You joked

He shrugged, “just guessed.”

“You watched the live. I hope you know it’s still going on.” You pointed back inside

“Screw them. They’ve had enough of you. Figuratively speaking.” He said and climbed into your room

As he stood up, he pushed you against the wall by your window making you blush.

“I’ll protect you. Nothing can hurt you now.” He whispered and you laughed some more before looking over at the computer

“Give me a second.” You told him as he lowered his arms letting you walk over to your desk. “That’s Yeonjun. I don’t owe anymore confessions but this is just between you and me, I really like this guy and I might even really lose my virginity to him. I don’t know when it will happen, it could be in five minutes or in five years or on our wedding night but you know what, it is nobody’s goddamn business. Goodbye everyone.” You turned off the camera as Yeonjun walked back up to you

You giggled as he stood in front of you reaching his arms out as he raised his eyebrow, “care to dance my lady?”Yeonjun asked in a joking tone

You held up your finger and Yeonjun looked at you confusedly as you quickly walked up to your phone pressed a few things and turning it to full volume as a song started to play. You wanted your kdrama and so you hurried back up to Yeonjun.

“Of course my good sir.” You answered before placing your hands on his shoulder and stepping onto his feet adding. “‘You can’t complain that I’m heavy’”

Yeonjun just smiled and laughed leaning down and pressed his lips against yours before he slowly moved in a circle. When he pulled away, you hoped off of his feet before starting to dance more, Yeonjun twirled you around and dip you. Nothing mattered anymore, not your reputation, not Hae-won, or that stupid lie as long as you had someone who, like Yeonjun, knew you for you.

[charmed-and-alarmed]

EPISODE 7 - tangerine trees + marmalade skies (pending Sanji's approval)

Episode 6 right over here

Buggy's improv singing skills are unmatched

Sanji is weirdly confident in Nami's character despite only knowing her as a traitor who stole their map and tried to kill Luffy.

They really smoothed out Bellemere's character in the show, which is a disappointment. She's a very tough, abrasive woman who wants to build a family for herself - likely to make impulsive, dumb decisions (like taking in two kids she found on a battlefield) and I wish we saw more of that

Was Arlong Park always meant to be like a theme park? Bc it's quite an eff you to Buggy

I like that Nami was just predisposed to theft. She always saw it as the answer to her problems, even before the traumatic incident

The pinwheels are sweet but they're supposed to be the Genzo's thing. So now we miss out on a) Luffy's weird obsession with the pinwheel in a hat and b) the adorableness of the scene with Genzo and baby Nami

Changing it so neither Nojiko nor the Coco Villagers know about Nami's plan takes away from her character. It also takes away from the village, bc in the anime they knew Nami was sacrificing everything for them, so they played along to protect her. In general, they downplay how the villagers are always looking out for each other, which is important bc Nami at first appears to be the exception - a girl who only cares about herself - but it's revealed that she is just like them. It was always a community trying to help each other - trying to hide the girls bc they knew Bellemere couldn't pay, trying to get them out safe, etc

Zeff and Garp have more chemistry than is entirely necessary. Why do so many ppl in this show have such powerful divorce energy?? Zeff's wink? Like, what the hell guys

"you don't know women. They never say what they mean" <- Sanji, please stop.

Zoro cutting off Luffy's usual introduction with the lie about being pirate hunters, and Luffy going along with it?? That is a display of trust, right after Zoro's almost death, is so good.

Sanji's flirtatious nature and cooking ability gets the Strawhats a win in the form of intel from Nojiko. I'm glad he has this chance to demonstrate how his skill set fits in with the others, esp since his flirting is embarrassing bad still

I like that Zoro comes onto the roof to talk to Luffy like, "convince me I'm wrong. Nami says she wants nothing to do with us, she left us. I don't have your faith in ppl, so convince me that you believe in her so I can too"

Arlong taking offense at the marine dude's comment about being "smarter than ppl give you credit for" is clearly a tactic he uses often. Why am I not surprised?

Helmeppo is so offended when Koby implies that he and Luffy are similar lol

How does Zeff know Luffy is Garp's grandkid?? How is this common knowledge?

I love the comparisons between Luffy and Gold Roger. It's cheesy and obvious (esp in the anime) but I still really enjoy it

Nami is one of the smartest ppl in the show, esp in terms of street smarts, so the fact that she falls for Arlong's promise is just so much worse. It was the one bit of childish hope and navite she let herself have. It was her stupid dream - the kind she made fun of everyone else for having.

(I am having a moment of reckoning with Nami as a character. Sorry girl for being mean earlier)

Nami's moment with Luffy at the end is so beautiful. Luffy admitting he doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't know the whole story, but that he doesn't need to. He's just on her side. And then he puts his hat on her and we all cry with Nami. He goes and rounds up the other Strawhats, and they don't need an explanation either. Their captain calls, so they're on it

Season finale coming right up!

[neonscandal]

Neon, from all openings and endings songs of BNHA & JJK, which are your fav? Why?

Ooof, you're probably expecting really deep analysis to accompany these likes but my pleasure is not always that deep so please lower your expectations! I'm usually listening and looking at the animations for easter eggs and vibes, if anything, I don't religiously look up translations. Some of your questions are so funny to me, I'm sorry to disappoint if this wasn't what you were expecting!

This is a light skinned man. IYKYK

JJK

Off the top of my head, I feel like JJK has no misses? Hitting different vibes but nothing that feels like a theme song. Don't get me wrong, I love a good "Gotta Catchem All" or Pokemon Rap, too, but I prefer songs that don't feel out of place if it just popped up on shuffle, you know?

KaiKai Kitan - THE TROLLING.

Lost in Paradise - Catchy AF. Plus, this was as close as we were getting to a filler episode. I love how "simple" the illustration style is but the animations of each character have so much personality in their movements. Plus, provided a solid cozy cosplay on the last day of cons when you want to dress up but don't want to be encumbered as you hit the dealer room and artist alley.

Give it Back - even without the translation, this is sad. The animation is sad. The idea of this day that never happened when you think about the canon timeline is sad. It inspired a mediocre lil oneshot because why would they do this to me, specifically? This, of course, is animating something so realistic but ethereal.

Ichizu - okay, so maybe I looked up the translation to this one too and just.. SatoSugu.

Where Our Blue Is and Lantern - make me want to burst into flames? Also, I had a no-sleep-epiphany the other night where, if Geto was the last blue spring of Gojo's youth and blue is the basis of Gojo's strength then... I failed to make a sensical connection because I clearly don't rest and I'm unwell. It's currently 3:45AM. But it was something along the lines of equating that Gojo is not at full strength without Geto.

Specialz - this animation is just. 😘👌🏾 Also the breakdown at "I love you, baby". Nevermind that it is synonymous with tragedy and trauma. King Gnu clearly must have known that when signing on since a great deal of JJK songs are theirs

More Than Words - Again, simple illustration but also capturing this idea of youth for the trio which... after S2 is so *melt emoji*?? I think the theme of romanticizing life and their connection to one another while actively contrasting with murder and mayhem is so funny to me. 🥲

God tier level looping, tbh. Ty for your service @osakaxkobe

MHA

Def more of a casual enjoyer for the music on MHA. Especially since the brain rot for this series didn't set in for a very long time so I had to go back and look up each song.

Peace Sign - my niece and nephew dance to this song dramatically and, knowing none of the words confidently, sing anyway. I think it's the instrumentals and the clapping that does it for me haha

Odd Future - lowkey meets the "appears on shuffle without being too embarrassing" requirement but, with MHA being as pervasive as it is... will not beat the weird kid allegations if this pops up because I think it's recognizable

Merry Go Round - That "Hey Brother Listen" popped off so does the crescendo.

Hitamuki - I just like the graphical switch up to the comic book style because isn't it so silly and cute just to preface some trauma??

North Wind - are you kidding me? Showing all these critical moments from Deku's first. person. perspective. to elevate how important the people shown are when we've had largely the whole story from his actual first person perspective? As he's running to catch up to everything the story has built up to like running through a museum exhibit. Inspired. Beautiful. No notes.

Sketch - for the depression. ✨

Datte Atashi no Hero - just... fantasy AU. Song I can do without but who am I to ignore the best AU illustrated and animated? A nobody, that's who.

Believe - Hawks really said "The next time the cherry blossoms fall, I hope we will all be smiling" and then everything went to shit.

Shout Baby - less song more visual commentary. Hero or villain, it all started where Class 1A is right now, some of it even sooner (like with Tenko).

[kikyan]

hi! i hope you doing great! <3

can I have male obey me matchup please? (the only character a wouldn’t like to be matched with is asmo but don’t get me wrong i love him my whole heart!!! just don’t feel like it)

i’m a girl, aries, 18, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine <3 i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items!

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

So sorry for this being so late but here you are! I match you with Leviathan and the runner-up being Mammon!

Breaking down from your sign and your MBTI, your sign is Aries and unlike the stereotype that Aries are hotheads, I want to offer up that Aries are just more in tune with their emotions. From your MBTI which is ENFP, you're someone in tune with your feelings and others. You're outgoing and open-minded. You tend to be positive and have a someone lively approach to life. Your main goal/focus is establishing emotional connections with others and making those feelings heard/seen. You also want to create a space/relationship where others can be honest about their feelings to/with you. You're a bubbly and charismatic person, so I think Levi would simply adore you!

Levi is an otaku but before that, he was a well-known war general. He's often looked down upon or mocked, but you could be the safe space he confides in. He's enthusiastic about the shows he likes but insecure when talking about them to someone he cares about. He may be insecure talking to a stranger, but at the end of the day, it's someone who doesn't matter. His S/O is different. He longs to be in your good grace and earn your affection. I pair you up with him because you both are enthusiastic about your hobbies and likes/dislikes. Both care very deeply about feelings and want to create meaningful established relationships. I think Levi would understand where you're coming from when you say you have a love for bunnies. It's a hyperfixation and he knows a lot about that. Overall, I think you both suit each other. When you both get close, you can really be open about everything with each other. You can create a safe no judgement zone for Levi when he wants about his interests and hobbies and he can create a safe place where you feelings are welcome. Around him, you both will learn to build each other up while also improving each other's behaviors. Creating a safe space for one another! I am a yandere author so if there was no yandere here it would be weird so with that being said, again disregard my previous fics because I will be redoing the headcanons. Levi is clingy, way too clingy. Sure you've build a healthy relationship but Levi's insecurities would get the better of him resulting in anxiety induced thoughts. What if you leave him? What if he was only kidding himself when you said that you'd be together forever? He cares about this stuff a lot and trust me, he'll be on you like a hawk. Constantly observing you, waiting to see when he needs to interject. I honestly think he would be the type to kidnap you or simply hold you hostage in his room, ushering apologies and that he only did this to protect/salvage the relationship you guys had.

Mammon! Basically anything I said for Levithan, apply that here. Mammon without a doubt already does what he can to provide you with a safe and secure place to speak up, but who does it for him? I think with your love and support, you will be able to make him confess his feelings for you and his feeling in general without the need to hide behind. As a yandere, he'd react the same. One main difference is that he would probably worship you. You're kind, sweet, enthusiastic, etc. He lights up when he sees you smile and talk about how bunnies or gush over something bunny themed. He may want to preserve that feeling, not only do you bring him up but that smile on your face, he wants to keep it. He would be your protector, puffing up his chest and making it known that you're under his protection. He'll work behind the shadows and he'll stain his hands red just to see you smile again. You'll never know what he's doing for you.

Hopefully you enjoyed your match up! Thanks for the support!

[tangleweave]

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

7. What is one overrated roleplay trend?

11. Do you welcome duplicates of your character or stay away from them?

13. Is there one trope you can’t stand?

14. What is your opinion on writing smut?

15. What is your opinion on tagging triggers?

17. What makes you insecure about your own writing?

18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community?

22. Are there any red roleplay flags for you that make you back off immedately?

23. Your favorite fandom to write in?

24. Have you ever left a fandom because of negativity?

25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

Once I'm done with this list you'll know everything worth knowing about me. 😉 Here we go...

1. The shy and awkward phase of nascent romantic interest, where each muse is just beginning to realize they like the other. I dunno why, I'm just kind of a slut for that.

5. Oh. Wow. Hm. Uh... y'know, I'm fairly confident in my writing skill, and I'd like to think I'm pretty good at finding characters' individual voices (even villains). But, I have trouble finding specifically female voices in my head... and the first one that came to mind for this question was Mystique. I think she's incredible as a character, complex, layered, uncompromising in her beliefs, a badass in every way, but I just don't think I have the chops to write her... not least of which because I don't share her gender. I don't necessarily consider this a deal-breaker, but I am very much aware that womanhood comes with an array of experiences, both biological and societal, which men simply don't have, and I have a hard time imagining I could do proper justice to RPing a woman.

...that's probably a longer answer than you needed.

6. My muses all have stubborn streaks, and martyr complexes. And they're also willing to be goofy when they don't need to have a game face on. In all of these aspects, they reflect facets of me.

7. ABO romance. I'm so very sorry to those of you out there who love that kind of thing, and it's taken me this long to realize it, but I just don't see the appeal. Threads either collapse within ten posts or they go on interminably (I know I've seen at least one out there with something like 400+ notes); there doesn't seem to be any in-between. Obviously the long ones are happy-making for their authors and bless them for that, but... meh?

11. I would gladly welcome duplicates of them, especially Dr. Strange, Spidey, Vision, and Groot. But I've not been approached, and I haven't gone out of my way to seek threads with that express purpose.

13. "Canon character A belongs with canon character B because canon." Bzzzzt! Wrong. I have exactly ONE ship here on Tumblr that has any canon foundation -- coincidentally with the mun who sent me this list of questions!

14. Love it, as long as both writers are consenting adults and not crazypants. I prefer it to be discreet, such as under cuts, or maybe even off Tumblr altogether (Discord is a thing!), but y'know, do what you like, all our muses get horny at some point or another.

15. AN ABSOLUTE MUST. No debate will be entertained.

17. Re-reading it too many times. I eventually find something about it I dislike enough to try and go back and change it, when it was perfectly fine the way it was before.

18. Uhh... RP? 😂 It'll happen sometimes where people are posting nothing but meme prompts, and yet there will be so few actual responses to them, such that my entire room could be plastered in meme prompt wallpaper just from what's on my dash between one active RP post and the next.

22. Lack of a clear declaration that an RPer is 18+, lack of a Rules page, lack of a Characters page for multi-muses... and, I cannot stress this enough, problematic themes without trigger warnings. We ask for TW's for a reason in this community and it's the height of selfishness to ignore this request. I will have my boundaries respected, or I will not engage. Simple as that.

23. It should come as no surprise my dedicated love is to the Marvel fandom.

24. Not an entire fandom, no, but negativity has touched me in ways that caused me to lose contact with productions I enjoyed. I had Naruto shoved down my throat by a "friend" who'd hoped to Stockholm me into liking it, and he almost succeeded, but he wound up driving me broke one summer (and now not only am I jaded towards Naruto, I have a passionate hatred for World of WarCraft, his favorite game of the time); I'd been enjoying Chobits with my ex-girlfriend but never finished it because our relationship went very sour (and I almost bailed out on Yu-Gi-Oh! over the very same relationship). I don't see myself coming back to those productions, but I never really considered myself part of the attendant fandoms in the first place.

25. Cultivate your experience. It's perfectly normal to seek out swaths of RPers only to realize you don't have nearly as much in common with a lot of them as you'd hoped. If you don't care for what you're seeing from someone, it's okay to drop them! The Unfollow button is as much a friend of yours as the Follow button is. There are always more RPers, and they're all eager to have someone to write with.

[catboyebooks]

back to the game. i'm sorry i have to stop every two seconds here, there's just a lot to unpack. this is probably gonna be even worse when i talk about ndrv3 tbh.

we cut back to nanami in the void. her sprite is animated this time, the first time we've seen a fully animated sprite in the entire series, which has the odd effect of making her feel Realer here than anyone in either game thus far. she says regardless of what the future is, she'll never disappear as long as they all keep moving towards it. the things that happened here won't be meaningless; if they could live through all this hope and despair, they can surely create a future they want, too. "even if it's a convenient miracle... if you just do it, things will turn out okay!" she says she'll be cheering for them. her tone here is a lot more animated and passionate than typical, sounding more like dr3 nanami than her usual sleepy affect in sdr2.

the screen fades to white and nanami is gone. hinata again realizes a second too late that he forgot to tell her thank you. it's ok dude she already knows you aren't shsl good manners.

when the scene fades back in, we're back to the brutalist trial room they began in and the survivors are all talking about how they can't pick between saving the world or themselves, and would prefer to remain in VR. everyone looks like they've given up. there is no sound, and the timer and life/influence meters are still glitched, but the onscreen prompt tells you to hit "A" to "Awaken" and as you keep pressing A the sound gradually starts to fade back in and the glitching stops (the meters stop fluctuating, and the timer pauses at 59:59:59). you don't have any truth bullets, but eventually after holding A you gain a new one, "Future," which fires on its own and hits every statement in the conversation. when it hits the sole weak point — junko saying a conclusion will never be reached — hinata goes white haired anime boy mode and yells at junko that she's got that wrong. the debate stops.

hinata says their future is uncertain, both hope and despair are going to be involved, but regardless their futures are their futures and he's not going to let anybody take that from them. he's done running away, he's going to fight for his future, for his own sake. junko's so thrown off by this she asks hinata who he is, then questions (seeming quite alarmed here) if she's talking to kamukura. hinata says no, he's not kamukura, he's hinata.

immediately we go into a junko vs. hinata rebuttal showdown where junko again tries convincing hinata to just give up, but we get infinite hits, so it's a cakewalk. right after that we get panic talk action, but it's again easy. i don't even think you can lose health here. junko is an an absolute panic thinking the simulation has glitched and she's now dealing with kamukura rather than hinata.

hinata tells his classmates it's time for them to start the shutdown. they express hesitation, but he says he's not gonna let things end like this. there ought to be more than two possibilities for their future. he says "let's leave this place with confidence, and from there we can just create it on our own. the future that we want!" and then the main danganronpa theme starts playing. i think this must be hinata's Cool Side nanami was talking about earlier... mans is so cool now he made the theme music play... anyway, junko tells him he's hoping for a miracle and that'd be way too convenient if they just got to leave and things worked out alright. hinata counters that this isn't a game, they do have the power to shape their own futures.

junko's still trying to talk the group out of it, saying they'll forget everything if they leave and this decision is basically suicidal, but what hinata's been saying has gotten through to the survivors. they all proceed to give little speeches about why they want to leave now, similar to in 1-6:

sonia basically says (and i'm paraphrasing heavily because she makes this whole thing a lighthouse metaphor, and her phrasing is a little awkward, i figure bc japanese isn't her first language) that even though she doesn't quite get it, hinata's speech just now pulled her out of the hopeless state she was in and she thinks she can see a potential future for the group. there's no way they can't pursue that future.

kuzuryuu says he doesn't know how it'll all play out but (again, reading between the lines a bit, he doesn't explicitly state who he's talking about but it's pretty obvious) he got snapped out of it by thinking about peko, the implication being that if they leave VR he has hope that she and the other "dead" people will wake up.

owari doesn't care much for thinking about complicated stuff like this, but hey, if there's something worth fighting, she's in! it's about confidence, babey!

souda has now been peer pressured into agreeing to the shutdown since everybody else wants to, but he doesn't seem upset about it. he briefly grumbles about this being "annoying" but ultimately seems just as down to leave as the rest of them.

junko (who as you might imagine isn't happy At All) asks how they can "throw [themselves] back into the depths of despair" and hinata says it's because they believe in their futures, and that's what makes them different from her. junko doesn't seem to have any idea what to do with this because it doesn't fit into her binary hope vs. despair framework. she wasn't prepared for hinata making a "we have to try moving forward, regardless of the outcome" argument. unlike naegi, hinata didn't play along with her hope vs. despair stuff. instead he said that whatever's in their future will involve both, and that's fine, they have to try anyway. she doesn't have a counterargument for that.

naegi tries to thank hinata but hinata says "it's not me you should be thanking," no doubt referring to nanami. and with that, the trial's officially over.

[minty-playhouse]

hello! it's your secret santa here :) may i say i love your recent roger daltrey art!!!!! (he is my fav in the who and also like my husband <333) so who is your favorite in the who & why? which of their albums is your favorite? annnd what is your fav solo album out of all of their solo work?

Hello secret santa, sorry for taking forever to reply!

First things first, I wanna tahnk you for liking my recent WIPs, I hope I can finish them soon!

Now, I wanna welcome everyone to my Who ted talk because I wanna talk about all these questions in lenght!

My all time favorite is Keith Moon, my rotten soldier, my good time boy, my sweet cheese... He has always been my favorite ever since I first started listening to The Who when I was 19, and recently my love for him has just gotten stronger. I'm not going to sit here and go "he's just like me for real" because tht's no true at all, but sometimes I read some of the stuff he said in interviews and unearth certain facts about him that make me feel that some of the things I feel and think align with his, and it makes me feel some sort of weird kinship I don't feel with any other musician I'm a fan of. I dunno how pretentious it is that I just said that, but it's the truth.

Sure I like him also due to more surface level reasons, because I'm only human lol I think he's adorable (like damn, wish i looked like 60's Keith every day of my life), his drumming skills are to die for and he's my biggest inspiration when it comes to "you wanna do something? do it!" Like I wish I had even a sliver of his confidence when it comes to just doing whatever you want (I've been getting better at that though, but in a non self-destructive way lol)

My favorite album has to be Sell Out. I absolutely love everything about it. The heavy pop art theming, the songs, the radio-like structure of the album... Absolutely everything about Sell Out is perfect to me and I wouldn't change a single thing. I'm always listening to it back to back and it never fails to bring a smile to my face <3 Also I'm a slut for psychedelic stuff and Sell Out is the closest The Who got to it so I cling to that as if my life depended on it!

My close second favorite is Who Are You followed closely by A Quick One. Don't get me wrong, I adore Who's Next but I feel it's a bit overrated /hot take

And, oh boy, favorite solo album out of ALL of them? That's an impossibly hard question because I like everyone's solo works so much (yes, Keith's shitpost album included) because all of them bring something different that I love! I love Roger's more pop-sounding stuff, I love Pete's deep, meaningful songs, I love John's xtra "problematic" tunes.

I think I'm just gonna pick a favorite for each and call it a day! My favorite Roger solo album is Ride a Rock Horse (the reasons are obvious to my followers but shhh, we are not talking about that now), my favorite Pete album is All The Best Cowboys Have Chinese Eyes (honestly, the whole album is just full of bangers) and my favorite John album is Whistle Rymes (it's so absolutely unhinged, every track is a treasure).

[sinner-as-saint]

I saw you and I knew.

Biker!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: You met Bucky unexpectedly at an unfamiliar bar one night - one of your last nights of freedom before your parents marry you off to some rich, young man. Bucky happened to be so different from all the men you had dated or you were used to seeing that it was a little bit of a surprise how reckless and open he was. You had been subconsciously looking for a way out of the situation you were in for days, so when Bucky makes you a rather unusual proposal; you accept immediately. And it ends up being one of the best things you ever agreed to. 

Themes: smut, fluff, 

a/n: remember this Bucky? Yeah, me too. 

The moment you stepped into the bar, you felt all eyes on you. 

Not in a bad way, more like in an intrigued way. 

A couple of steps in and you realized why; there was no one but bikers in this club. Large, built, mean looking men. But judging by the sound of laughter and the bouncers scattered around the room, you felt oddly safe in the environment. 

You went up to the counter and ordered yourself a drink. Once you found a seat in the less crowded area of the bar, you settled in next to the large window pane; looking out at the passing cars while sipping on your drink. The sun would set soon so the sky was all pink, and-

You felt a tap on your shoulder. “This seat taken?” A male voice spoke up behind you. 

You placed your bottle down and turned to face him. You were aware that you did stare at him for a while. How could you not? Dark, slightly long hair, worn out leather jacket, and tattoos… a lot of them, peeking through his collar and around his wrists. And a perfect face. He gave you a slight smirk when he noticed that you were checking him out but you soon recovered, your heart racing. 

“No, it’s not.” You gestured to the seat across from you, which he then walked over to. 

You watched him, how he moved so confidently. You kept watching as he placed his own beer down, and took his leather jacket off to reveal a loose, ripped t-shirt underneath, as well as his muscular arms; one of them metal and glistening in the dimmed lights of the bar. He folded the jacket carelessly into a ball and placed it down on the table before taking a seat in front of you, leaning back and placing his muscular, tattooed arm over the seat of the booth. You noticed his pierced ears then. 

It almost felt like a strip show. He had barely said enough to you and you were already feeling a little hot, with him staring at you. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before.” He said, and something about his ease, and the softness of his tone, despite his rather mean and dangerous appearance, chased away the little bit of awkwardness which was forming in between you too. It soon vanished. 

You licked your lips and answered, “It’s my first time here actually.” You gave him a polite smile which he returned, giving you the same look that everyone gave you for the first nanoseconds you walked in - an intrigued look. 

He leaned forward, and gently toyed with your car keys laying on the table top. You got a whiff of his scent. You expected him to smell like cigarettes but he smelt like some fading, strong and expensive cologne. Very manly. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Princess?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows at him slightly, not minding the nickname. “How’d you know?” 

He chuckled, and the sound echoed in your head. He sounded so boyish when he laughed, it warmed your heart for some reasons. Something about him screamed trouble, and recklessness and danger. 

“You drive a Benz which no one here does, you’re drinking a martini while everyone is having cheap beers and you’re dressed like a classy lady in a place filled with leather and chains. So tell me, am I right?” He pointed out, his tone cocky and confident like one would expect. 

You leaned back into your seat as well. “You’re judging me.” You pointed out. Funny, you thought you were somewhat blending in here with your little black dress - but clearly not. 

He laughed again, making you crack a little smile. “Princess, look around. You don’t belong here. So tell me, what’s your story? How did you end up in a place like this?” 

You sighed. “I was just… driving around, and I ran out of fuel not far from here. So I called for my chauffeur and didn’t want to wait by the side of the road until he arrived so I figured I could get a drink while waiting.” 

He looked you dead in the eyes while you talked. Nodding at each bit of information. “I meant your real story, Princess. You drove a long way, why? I see it in your eyes. Something’s bothering you. What is it?” 

He was reading you like you were his favorite book. And you found that quite… interesting because no one was ever able to do that normally. It felt intimate. 

“And why should I tell you?” 

“Because you want to. You need a friend, and I’m not half bad, am I?” Cocky, as expected. 

You chuckled. “You won’t get it.” 

He raised an eyebrow. A warning. “What is it? Your conservative and rich father won’t give you your pocket money in thousands this month?” 

Despite the words, he managed to get yet another laugh out of you. “I earn my own money, thank you.” 

“I’ll believe you. Then what is it? Your snobbish, rich playboy boyfriend is acting up?” 

And yet another chuckle left your lips. “You seem to have issues with people who are well-off.” 

He smirked. “Trust me, I don’t. I just want to figure you out.” 

“Why?” 

“Because your eyes are telling me that you’re sad. And that you’ve been contained for too long. You want to be freed. Am I wrong?” 

Your lips parted at the accuracy of his words. “No, you’re not.” You lowered your eyes to the table, but he was quick to reach out with his metal arm and grab you gently by the chin. He tilted your head just enough so you could look at him. 

“What is it, angel?” He asked softly. 

“I… I don’t want to go home.” You whispered, your voice tired and low. 

“Okay. Parents?” He spoke like he could relate. 

You nodded and he gently let go of your face. “Parents.” You confirmed. “They want me to marry one of their friend’s son because according to them it’ll be good for the both of us. And you know, for each of the families’ businesses.” 

He frowned. “You don’t like him, I assume.” 

You sighed. “I don’t know him. He’s a good man according to my mother, who also hasn’t seen him since we were kids. Apparently I met him once or twice but I was too young back then to remember…” you sighed again, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” You shook your head, picking up your glass and taking yet another sip. “ Whoever he is, I can’t say no.” 

He scoffed. “Yes you can.” 

You chuckled, dryly. “You don’t understand. My dad will make my life a living hell if-,”

“Who cares what he thinks? He married the one he loved, didn’t he? Then why not let you find love on your own as well?” He did make sense. 

You smiled sadly, thinking of your parents and their marriage. “I don’t think so.” 

He stopped midway through picking his beer bottle up. “What?” he asked, then went back to picking it up again, bringing it to his pink lips. 

“My dad. I don’t think he married out of love.” You let out a quiet scoff, “I don’t think my mom did either. They just realized that that would be the best for the both of them, I suppose. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they ever truly loved each other at any point.” You tilted your head while looking out at the passing cars out the window. “Mom always told me that marriage isn’t always about love, it’s about convenience.” 

He let out a shameless chuckle. “I’m sorry, but what a bunch of bullshit! You believe her?” He asked in disbelief. 

“It’s all I’ve ever been told all my life. Besides, I don’t have much of a choice anymore, might as well.” 

He frowned at you, setting his bottle down to give you his full attention. “Come on, Princess. You can’t be serious. You can’t give up on love just because your parents did.” 

That earned him a smile from you. “You sound like you know a lot about love.” You leaned forward, placing your elbow on the table, resting your chin on your fist. “It’s your turn, tell me, who has you under their unescapable love spell?” It was surprising how easy it was to talk to him. Almost felt like you had known him all your life. 

He laughed again, that same boyish look on his face. “Nah, none of that. But I do know what it’s like to be contained, and I also know what it’s like to be finally free, with no worries about family pressure or expectations and let me tell you, Princess, it’s the best feeling in the world.” 

That sounded exquisite. It sounded like… like everything you wanted right there and then. To not bother about what mom and dad might think and live for yourself for however long you wanted to. 

“And what gives you that freedom? Riding down the highway at full speed on your mean bike?” You sassed. 

You watched how his eyes lit up. “You’re right. And that’s exactly what you need, Princess. Come on, let’s go!” 

Before you could process anything, he grabbed your hand and stood up. All you could do was quickly grab your purse and keys and you went along with him. You only realized what you were doing once you stepped outside. 

“Wait! I- I…” You were stumbling over your words. A million thoughts rushing through your head all at once. And the piercing pair of blue eyes staring deep into yours weren’t helping at all. 

He walked up to you. “It’s your life. They can’t tell you how to live it. You have every right to find love on your own, and if you don’t want to marry what’s his face then don’t. Parent or not, they can’t do that to you. Come on, let’s go before some old, broody chauffeur gets here.” 

He tugged on your arm gently, walking towards the many bikes which were parked outside the bar. 

“But, I- I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, to see the guy. I’m… I can’t just disappear. Where are we even going? I just met you and I- I don’t even know your name. Besides, you had alcohol. You can’t-,”

“Apple juice.” He stopped, and turned around to look at you. He repeated, “Apple juice. Don’t tell anyone.” 

You looked at him like he was speaking another language. “What?”

“The bartender is a cool guy, I told him I don’t consume alcohol when I ride so he poured apple juice in beer bottles for me so that I can mingle with the crowd but also get home safe.” He explained. 

You giggled uncontrollably at his answer and he lowered his blushing face. “That was funny, but I don’t believe you at all, I-,” you cut yourself off as you laughed; quite unladylike. 

Without another word said, he circled his arm around you and pulled you into him, and his lips were on yours in less than a second. He kissed you deeply, thoroughly. Still gentle, but passionately. He held you by the neck with his metal hand and you melted in his embrace. You kissed him back and you heard a little moan escape his lips - sending shivers down your spine and making your heart flutter, and other places throb. He teased you by biting down on your lip, making you gasp as his tongue soothed it right after. He pulled you closer, pressing you against him even more, kissing you deeper if that was possible. 

Your hands found themselves around his neck, your fingers sliding into his hair. He chuckled against your lips once he noticed that you were getting a little breathless. “Now tell me. What do I taste like, Princess?” He whispered against your lips, his voice sending shivers throughout your body. 

Your face felt really hot at his question and only then did you realize that he did in fact taste tangy, and sweet. “Apple.” 

He smiled against your lips before kissing you deeply again. “Told you. Now come on, trust me and let’s go. You can go home later tonight, or tomorrow morning. I’ll drop you wherever you wanna go. But right now, come with me.” 

Fuck it. 

“Yes.” You agreed. He gave you a big smile and tugged you along once again. You spoke up again. “And if you plan on killing me, just make it quick. Please. And don’t do weird things to me after I’m dead. Definitely do not feed me to animals, or humans for that matter. And don’t-”  

He cut you off with another kiss once you reached his bike. “Shh.” He laughed. “I won’t do any of that. Now come on, put these on.” He handed you his jacket from earlier and a helmet. 

You put those on quickly, not giving yourself the chance to overthink and prevent yourself from living a little. Once you climbed onto his bike, you realized that you would be pressed up against his back quite a bit. You didn’t mind it, it just made your heart race a little. His leather jacket felt nice and cool against your skin. 

“Hold on tight, Princess. It won’t be that long of a ride. But it’ll be great, trust me.” 

You nodded, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked with his huge, black helmet on. “Don’t kill us.” 

“I won’t, angel.” 

He kicked the engine to life. It roared so loudly that you couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush already. You giggled as he drove off, away from the pub, away from where you had left your car, away from where your chauffeur was supposed to pick you up. Away. 

You felt the wind against your bare legs and parts of your face. Cold, rushing - making you forget. You wrapped your arms tight around his waist and tipped your head a little, looking up at the saturated, pink sky, the stars had started showing faintly and suddenly you realized how much of your life you had missed while chasing the dreams your parents had assigned you to chase. 

Your friends would often talk of reckless nights back in university, but you never got to experience those because you were always busy studying to make sure your parents remained proud of you. 

But you were now. You were on a mean bike with a drop dead gorgeous man, riding down the highway while the sun set in the background. You felt alive. Slowly, you loosened your arms from around his waist, lifting them away from his body. You lifted your arms upwards, feeling your hands tear through the icy winds and you let out a genuine laugh. 

You noticed he slowed down a little when you did so. You let your arms up for some more time before you lowered them and wrapped them around his waist again. You inched closer and pressed your chest to his back, feeling his warmth seep through the many layers of clothing. 

“Thank you.” You whispered close to his ear. You knew he heard you even if he didn’t respond right away. 

“Wanna see the sunset better?” he asked, barely a second later. 

“Yes, please!” 

About ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of what seemed like a motel. You got off the bike once he came to a stop and he did too. He helped you take the helmet off and immediately grabbed your hand and ran towards the motel. 

You followed, giggling like a kid. “Where are we going?” 

“The roof. Come on, quick.” 

He answered and led both of you to what seemed to be some sort of fire escape. You climbed the metal stairs as fast as you could, not more than a few steps behind him until you reached the roof. It was filled with empty cans, cigarette butts and what not but it also gave you a view to die for. 

The sky had turned orangish by now, the sun was halfway down the horizon and you were mesmerized. You couldn’t look away. The sky darkened with each second, and you felt too much at the same time. You wanted to run. And never come back. You wanted bike rides everyday. You wanted to take the time and admire each sunset like this. You wanted to not worry about anything for a while. 

You felt strong arms wrap around you from behind. Then he placed his chin on your shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Don’t cry, angel.” Only then did you realize that you had a tear slowly falling down your cheek. 

You wiped it away and kept staring at the sky, watched it change colors. Your racing heart calmed down and a certain body heat wrapped around you, comforting you better than any blanket ever could. 

You turned in his arms, facing him once the sky turned a darker shade of blue when the sun had set completely. Another tear escaped your eye. He caught this one before it fell down your cheek. He looked down at you with a soft look in his eyes. It almost made your heart hurt. 

“I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want any of it.” You whispered, keeping your eyes on his neck, admiring his tattoos through your teary eyes. You couldn’t tell what they were just yet, but they looked incredible on his tan skin. 

“Then don’t.” He answered, easily. “Don’t go home right away. Don’t marry him if you don’t want to. Stay.” He whispered the last bit, his metal arm reaching up to cup your face. “You might just be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

You giggled through the tears. “So this is where you bring all the girls?” You asked, your tone much more playful and teasing. 

He shook his head, laughing quietly. “I don’t. I don’t even live in this town. I have a family thing I need to attend in a day or two, so I was just passing by. I got a room for a couple of nights and boom, now here we are.” 

You nodded slowly. “Here we are.” You whispered back, your eyes flicking down to his lips a couple of times before looking back up into his eyes. 

He gave you a faint smile before leaning in for a kiss again, sighing once his lips touched yours like he had been craving it. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. He kissed you recklessly, tugging and biting your lip, allowing his hands to slide up and down your side and he tilted your head to the side, stroking deeper into your mouth with his tongue. 

“Let’s go.” He murmured against your lips before kissing them again. 

“Where?” 

“Downstairs.” He kissed along your jaw until his mouth reached your ear. He gave you a kiss and you visibly trembled in his arms. “It’s my turn to see what you taste like.” He whispered, blunt and hot. 

Your face felt really hot, again. And when he pulled away, he had a handsome smirk on his pretty face. You got over the shyness and leaned in to kiss him again, aggressively. He chuckled into your mouth and pulled away before tugging you along as he took the stairs again, leading the two of you downstairs. 

The night was properly dark by the time you got to the front of the motel, both of you unable to keep your hands off each other, stopping multiple times to push one another against the wall and make out like there’s no tomorrow. 

There were not many people in sight. You could hear murmurs of muffled conversations coming from the restaurant which was attached to the motel, and a group of bikers were having a chat and smoking out in the parking lot but that was all. 

He led you to his room, unlocked the door and pulled you inside, both of you giggling and moaning as you kissed like horny teenagers. 

He pulled away again, “Oh and, my name’s Bucky. Remember that when you’re moaning later.” He whispered breathlessly against your lips as he slammed the door shut behind the two of you and wrapped his arms around you immediately, pulling you closer as though he needed you like he needed air. 

“I’m Y/N. You remember that too.” You moaned into the kiss and shrugged his leather jacket off as quickly as possible, eager to feel his skin on yours. You helped him take his shirt off, tossing it aside carelessly. You briefly let your hands roam around his torso, feeling each indent and firm muscle, your heart racing with each inch of skin you explored. 

He unzipped your dress while walking the two of you backwards, and by the time you made it to the queen sized bed you were both left in just your underwear. 

Bucky pushed you down on the bed, it was surprisingly soft and comfortable. He was on top of you not even a second later. You whined when he moved to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind. You wrapped your legs around him, moving your hips against him slowly, grinding on him out of desperation and he chuckled against your skin. “Eager, are we?” he whispered and peppered your neck with soft kisses.

You moaned when his hands reached up to wrap around your breasts, fondling and teasing you through the lacy bra. He moaned against your skin as your fingers slid through his hair and tugged at his roots. 

“Bucky…” You dragged his name out, squirming under him as he took his sweet time kissing down your body. 

“Hmm?” He acted oblivious as he took your underwear off and tossed them on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs properly. His handsome, perfect face just inches away from your dripping core. 

You whined. “I want you, please…” 

He chuckled, kissing your inner thighs. “I know, angel. I know.” His warm breath fanned your sensitive skin as he spoke, and he noticed the way the goosebumps erupted all over your skin. He looked up at you for a quick second, scanning your face. 

You held your upper body up on your elbows by now, looking down at him with your bottom lip in between your teeth. He sent you a shameless wink before leaning in and kissing your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease. He teased your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than earlier. 

A pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “You taste better than I imagined…” Bucky chuckled as he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

He grinned to himself, glad that he was the one bringing you such pleasure. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He placed his mouth back on you again, and licked in between your wet folds, making you whine as he tasted you. His touch was slow, pleasurably agonizing. “Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging. 

“Oh?” He taunted. “But I’m not quite done, so don’t you come yet angel.” He whispered against your wet skin. He kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin, making you hiss in pleasure. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you, one drop at a time. But Bucky didn’t let none of it go to waste, he leaned in and latched his mouth onto your core, sucking and licking and teasing you. Your arousal coated the lower half of his face, but he didn’t mind it one bit. 

He watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud. He had you coming undone all over his mouth in no time. 

“That’s a good girl… cum for me, Princess.” 

You were gasping for air in no time, your body squirming under his. Bucky kissed his way up your body again. He gave you a brief kiss on the lips then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his underwear and grab a condom from the drawer and put it on. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again. 

Bucky’s body settled in between your legs comfortably again, and he leaned in to kiss you on the nose and then down to your lips. You smiled through the kiss as he pulled you even closer. You could feel his thick and hard cock resting against your thighs. He touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin. His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. 

You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around. He stared into your eyes, his face still dangerously close to yours. “You okay, angel?” he asked. His voice strained and deep, gravelly with lust.

“Yes… please, I need you.” You whispered against his mouth. You were burning up under him. 

Bucky pushed his tongue into past your lips while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You immediately lifted your legs up to wrap them around his waist like earlier. You moaned quietly as he pushed into you. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and gave you a couple of seconds to adjust. He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down on the bed, above your head. 

He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to keep quiet. He lowered his face again, and leaned into your ear. “It’s okay, angel. Let me hear you.” He whispered, groaning by the end and let go of your hands to hold your body. 

He gripped your waist and pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed you, bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. 

Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you, and in the daze he was in, he mumbled right in your ear about how good you felt. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine. 

Never in a million years did you ever think that you would find yourself in a motel room, having mind blowing sex with a hottie you met about an hour ago, but here you were. And you loved each moment. Your back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless. And you loved it.

“Cum for me, angel. Come all over my cock…” 

Your moans got louder as your walls clenched violently around him, your body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over you. You gasped, trying to calm your racing heart but he wasn’t done with you yet. Bucky flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips. He kissed the back of your neck.  

“More.” He growled against your skin and pushed your face down against the pillows, making your ass stick out for him. He gripped each side of your hips, tightly. He pushed his cock into you without a word said; earning a sinful moan out of you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up again; your butt cheeks pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you.

You felt him quicken his pace. “Fuck…” he moaned. 

You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you could barely hold back anymore. His other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. 

“Bucky… please,” You moaned, craving more and more of him.

With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded. You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. 

His soft kisses are the last thing you remember feeling before you snuggled up to his warm body under the sheets and drifted off to sleep without a single care in the world for the first time in a long time. 

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You laid your head on his bare chest, a thin white sheet barely covering either of you properly. The sun was coming up and you could tell that your phone would be blowing up by now if you hadn’t turned it off the night before. You quickly chased those thoughts away, you didn’t want to think about anyone this morning. 

Just Bucky. 

You lifted your head up slowly so as not to disturb him but when you looked up you found him staring down at you with a soft smile on his face. “Hi.” You whispered, your voice hoarse and strained. 

He chuckled, pushing some of your hair out of your face. “Hey angel. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He asked, concern written all over his face for a moment. 

You shook your head. “I’m okay.” You lowered your head again, placing your ear right on top of his heart. You let out a sigh. You knew you wouldn’t be able to escape your family forever and your father will track you down and you would have to explain yourself, possibly even marry whoever they ask you to but this right now, last night and this morning - you would cherish that forever. 

You lazily ran your fingers up and down Bucky’s tattooed arm wishing for a different reality, while he played with your hair. You gently traced the lines and curves of ink on his skin, some were hard to decipher because they overlapped with the others. Some words you could make out, some you couldn’t. A few of the discreet, smaller tattoos looked like he had done them himself, and their messiness made you giggle. Like the poorly done smiley face on the inside of his wrist, and the fading initials next to them: j.b.b. 

You froze. Hang on… 

“Bucky?” You felt like you would explode with the amount of emotions and thoughts which rushed inside your head. 

“Yes Princess?” You could hear the sleep in his voice. 

“What’s your last name?” You asked, anticipation building inside of you and almost choking you. It couldn’t be… could it? 

“Barnes. Why?” He answered, looking down at you with confusion all over his face meanwhile you looked like you had seen a ghost. 

You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath. “Let me guess, your real name is James. And your father has a very close friend and fellow businessman named Y/L/N?” 

He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes. How did you-,”

You got up and straddled him, pinning him down under you. He didn’t mind the nudity, quite the contrary actually. “Bucky! You’re the guy I’m supposed to marry! You’re James Buchanan Barnes!” You went on to tell him your full name and you watched how the realization hit him just as hard as it hit you. 

“Oh…” His smirk faded for a moment as he processed what you had just said, before it formed again. “Well in that case…” He flipped the two of you around and pinned you down under him just like he had last night. “It’s nice to finally meet you, future wife.” He leaned in for another kiss. 

[backtotheshitshow]

Just Sit (James Potter x reader)

Summary: James knows more about how you see yourself then you thought.

Warning: Body insecurity, fluff, sexual themes, angst, James being an amazing boyfriend (you're all beautiful)

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Remus, Sirius and Peter were at Hogsmead for the day which meant that Y/n and James were left alone to do whatever they wished. It was only 11 am and despite the cold weather outside, things inside the dorm were getting rather hot and heavy.

James' strong arms wrapped around Y/n, pulling her back against his chest. His curls tickled Y/n's ear as he left soft kisses from her jaw, down.

"James stop it, I have to put my make-up on." The girl giggled, watching him through the mirror of the dormitory bathroom.

"No, you don't....beautiful as you are," James mumbled into the crook of her neck.

"If only." Y/n sighed.

" 'S true...every bit of you...gorgeous." James hummed between the kisses he left on the girl's neck.

Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, a birds nest for hair, acne appearing in spots on her face, the way her curves looked in the old grubby t-shirt she was wearing. He was kidding right?

"Don't do that," James states, stopping his actions abruptly, looking at his girlfriend through the mirror. "Don't pick yourself apart like that in your head."

Y/n focused on the sink, not wanting to look at James. She tried to argue that she wasn't doing anything of the sort. James spun her around towards him, large hands finding their place on Y/n's hips.

"I know you, Love. You think I don't notice, but I do. The way you look at yourself. The certain clothes you won't wear 'cause you don't like how you look in them." James' kind eye staring at her.

Y/n looked away, slightly ashamed that her boyfriend had noticed such things that she had tried so hard to hide.

James' held her face, drawing her gaze back to him. "But like I said, you're beautiful as you are." He left a quick peck on her lips, making Y/n smile. "Now come on." The boy took her hand and led her out of the bathroom.

"James, what are we doing?" Y/n asked, as James stopped at the side of his bed.

"Among what I said before, I've picked up on some other things...in the sheets, that is." He explained, holding her hips.

"James, I don't know what you think you've noticed, but I assure you that I am very much comfortable with everything that goes on between us 'in the sheets'." Y/n explained, worried that James thought he had done something wrong or made her do something she didn't want to.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that, Darling. Believe me, the sounds you make are plenty reassuring." James smirked, leaning near her ear.

"Then I don't understand. Wha-"

"You think your thighs are too big, so you won't let your legs fully relax when I'm devouring you. You think that you'll squeak them against me too tight." James spoke barely above a whisper.

She tried to conceal it, but Y/n had never been completely confident in herself when it came to...sexual activities. And something about the way the tall, brunette, voiced her insecurities sparked a burning need between Y/n's legs.

Yet, at the same time, to know that James picked up on her self-doubt in bed made the girl feel humiliated.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't... I-I-I thought I was doing good." Y/n looked down, not wanting to face James right now.

"Of course you are! Godric, sex with you is fucking phenomenal." He sat down on the bed, holding Y/n's hand as she stayed standing. "But I know that you don't like being on top cause you're worried you're too heavy. So when you are on top, you never sit down properly. It's the same reason why you wouldn't even dare let me lay under you to eat you out."

Y/n looked down at James, taking in what he was trying to say. He wasn't pointing out that she was doing anything wrong. He was simply trying to help her be more relaxed with him.

Potter shifted on the bed so that he was comfortable. "Now, you don't have to, and that would be perfectly fine, but I just would like for you to just sit on my lap, love. And I mean really sit." That kind smile appeared again, his thumb rubbing circles on her hand.

Y/n looked from James to herself and back. "O-okay." She mumbled, moving her legs to either side of James and hesitated.

"Sweets, please. I promise I'll be fine" James assured her, sensing Y/n's caution.

"Okay" She settled completely on his lap,

James running his hands lovingly up and down her sides. "See Sweets, 's alright, yeah?" He smiled.

"Yeah" Y/n grinned, nuzzling in to his neck.

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*sigh* oh to have a James Potter of my own😔

[rayofsunas]

s/o has freshly shaved legs. [2]

A/n: requested by anon, teehee. thank you!! also, not genshin related, but I just saw levi in the new season and whew, he could STILL get it if he asked :) also, to my readers out there, when I bring up “shoulder rides”, I know some some people may not feel comfortable with that (which is okay!), I didn’t type that to not include everyone, that’s why I wrote “he’s going to give you shoulder rides if you feel comfortable.” key word is comfortable, you guys can imagine this scene or not, it’s intended to not exclude anyone, despite size, etc. I only bring this up because I know a lot of readers may feel left out, but by insinuating comfortable, you’re free to imagine this or not! I hope I made sense/wasn’t rude <3 ;-; happy reading!!

Summary: s/o has freshly shaved legs.

Parings: Diluc/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: swearing, nsfw themes implied, fluff?, crack

Word count: 1.5k

Diluc

Diluc is a pure GENTLEMAN, so he feels very guilty ogling at your legs

he’s drawn in because of how smooth and buttery (probably some lotion or oil he assumed) they look

eventually, after becoming embarrassed for staring, he’ll find the will to stop

after all, he’s a GENTLEMAN

but that doesn’t mean the thought of your legs leaves his mind, you’re dead fucking wrong

he can’t stop thinking about how soft they looked

if only he could reach out and touch you, just once, just for a second

goodness, he hates the way he feels and surprisingly, when Kaeya stops by the winery for his daily drink, diluc may or may not confide in his friend, brother, 

poor diluc, he’s too respectable and truly thinks it’s WRONG

“why can’t I stop staring at her legs?” he will mutter more to himself. “I feel disgusting.”

“well, she’s hot for one-”

poor Diluc, Kaeya is NO help, he only wants to flirt with you

Kaeya will continue to apologize and make cocky comments, but in the end he reassures it’s natural for lovers to feel this way

poor Diluc part 2

let's just say when he returns late in the dead of the night he refuses to even look at you

he’s so disturbed, poor boy, you’re probably his first s/o and he feels dirty for thinking lewdly about you from just seeing your thighs

he dips to your room so fast, he just wants to sleep it off

You were shocked, to say the least when he didn’t give you his usual hug and kiss on your cheek. Maybe he had a long day? That’s usually always the reason. But even then, before he retired for bed, he made sure to show some kind of affection. 

“Diluc, sweetheart, where are you going?” You called after him, ignoring how the servants kept trying to grab his jacket and hang it on one of the coat racks; he was having none of it.

“Bed.”

“Oh okay, wait, we can walk up together-” He was gone from sight. You sighed in annoyance, you disliked when he became distant. Nonetheless, you dismissed the three servants for the night and began traveling to your room.

Eventually, you arrived in your bedroom to find Diluc laying on the bed, clothes from today still on, as well as his boots. You clicked your tongue. Did he have to wear his boots in your bed? 

“Not even your boots are off?” You had said, shuffling around the bed to tug your lover's shoes off. He heard you grunt, seemingly having trouble with the simple task. 

In the meantime, he had taken notice of how you had shrugged off your robe and it was somewhere else in the room, leaving you only in a simple cotton nightgown. It wasn’t revealing at all, simple and classy how he liked it, but god damn it your legs were exposed.

A simple nightgown, that’s all it was, but why couldn’t it reach your ankles? No-he should not have such standards for you, especially when you’re comfortable. Why did he have to be so lewd...

“Was today a hard day? I didn’t see you after you left the winery earlier... Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He huffed, you mocked him, sitting next to him on the bed, eyeing him carefully. You shifted and although it wasn’t meant to reveal any more skin, the movement had... 

“I’m not a very good mind reader, so you’re going to have to tell me if somethings wrong-”

“Please don’t sit like that...”

“Like what? This is a normal sitting position.”

“Yes but...” He’d huffed again. You knew Diluc well enough to know that he wouldn’t say anything else, it seemed he was already having trouble enough.

“Are you being a horndog?” 

“A what- I’m sorry who are you?” He teased, though utterly confused. “You’ve been hanging out with Aether too much.”

“It’s okay, I saw you staring earlier. I don’t mind.”

poor Diluc

Diluc.exe has stopped working

he can’t believe he was stupid enough to stare AND get caught doing so

you’ll simply just respond by saying, “It’s okay, Diluc. I don’t mind, it makes me feel attractive. At least I’m doing something right.”

lol, it doesn’t matter though, he’s a blushing mess 

all he can think is that he’s better than kaeya, he has standards for himself, staring at a woman's thighs is NOT respectable

even if you’re his fiancee

Xiao

says he doesn’t care when you show him how smooth your legs are

ARGUES and SASSES you when you say you know he’s entranced 

he continues to say no

well guess what, he’s a stone-cold liar

he’ll probably stare once or twice, but otherwise won’t let you distract him

instead, he’ll touch your legs in private (as long as it’s okay with you)

he claims he doesn’t care, but he enjoys how soft they are

like wow

never in his life did he think someone could be so soft

all he wants to do is touch your legs, but sadly he has his duties

I think he’d be the type to touch your calves when in bed (just laying, pls no sexy times)

like when you’re both getting ready for bed, he’ll guide your leg to lay over his waist so it’s sorta hooked around him, and he’ll just rub your calves pls

he likes giving you a massage, it's his way of showing physical affection

and although it does lull you to sleep, the gesture is also comforting for him too

he loves your soft legs

pls don’t ever stop shaving as long as you’re comfortable (he loves you with shaved legs or not)

he may or may not become a little baby if he can’t touch your soft legs

like he’s not gonna shed tears

but, he’s gonna be BITTER AF

SALTY, is the right word

You just wanted to get up to use the bathroom, hell you were gonna pee your pants. But Xiao would not let go. Unfortunately, he’s a light sleeper, so he felt you shifting in the bed when you went to get up. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispered. 

“I have to pee, Xiao.” You said, guiding his prying hands away from your leg. 

“Your legs, soft. Please sleep,” He muttered incoherently, smoothing a calloused palm over your thigh. 

You frowned at the black and teal haired man. “I’m legit going to pee myself if you don’t let go.”

He didn’t answer. In conclusion, he’d fallen back asleep.

Childe

you knew better than to wear skirts, dresses; anything that revealed your legs

or else you’d be the subject of your boyfriend’s comments and staring

this was your own doing, childe thought, your fault

when he’s caught staring by you or anyone, he doesn’t care

as long as you’re comfortable, he doesn’t care that he stares at your legs

some of the elders around Liyue Harbor will scold him for his rudeness, calling him inappropriate

they dislike him so much, not all, but a good handful

but he DOES NOT CARE 

as long as you’re comfortable, he’ll continue to stare as long as he’d like

yes, even if he’s a perverted horndog, he’s still a respectable perverted horndog, he’s going to make sure you’re okay with everything he does/says

pls, he’s going to give you shoulder rides if you feel comfortable, just to nuzzle his cheeks into your inner thighs

and he’ll run his hands over smooth knees

he LIVES for your smooth legs, also just wanna say he doesn’t mind if you haven’t shaved your legs either, you’re gorgeous either way 

he’s the ultimate horndog and does not try to hide it, like Diluc and Xiao

he’s like Kaeya, but let’s be real he’s not going to try and fit every flirtatious comment into EVERY sentence like him

he’s more of a physical guy ;)

he’s going to leave lingering touches on your legs, pinch them teasingly, do whatever as long as he gets to touch them

just gonna say this, but kisses on smooth thighs? muah, he does this and has zero shame

not even during sexy times, he’ll do it if he’s laying his head on your legs and they happen to be exposed

he does not care, he can do whatever he wants, this is his way of showing his affection towards you

“You’re going to suffocate! Get your head out from between my thighs,” You scolded the orange-haired man. He chuckled, giving you very nonchalant vibes.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the passersby’s stares, why did they have to be so nosy? Well... this wasn’t necessarily something everyone wanted to see, even if it was entirely innocent, it did look highly inappropriate. 

“Plus we’re in public, Childe!” You noted. 

“Please, who cares!” He taunted, nuzzling his head even further. Your face flushed hot. 

“Your legs are soft.”

“Yes, but do you have to do it like that? This looks wrong-”

As I said, he does not care!!

2.4.21, rayofsunas