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Laws Of Attraction (Part 10) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings (18+): sickening amount of fluff, language, angst, *SMUT*: oral (m + f receiving), fingering, hand job, p in v, overstimulation if you blink

Word Count: 6,892

A/N: If you’re here, congratulations! You made it to the end. A big thank you to everyone that has commented, shared, liked, etc. I can’t believe it’s been over a year since my first post. I had a vision when I started writing this in the middle of the 2022 season, not quite sure where it would lead, but I’m happy with where it landed and I hope you are too. I hope you like wine with your cheese, because this is ~cheesy~. Also, this is my first time writing smut so (1) if you are a minor please do not proceed; (2) if you do like/read smut, I would appreciate any kind of feedback. A big thank you to @cutelittlefakejourneys and @burningcupcakefire for beta-ing. Thank you @paddockbunny, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz for the insights and words of encouragement. As always, thank you for reading.

Daniel paced the hallway. He wasn’t accustomed to not getting what he wanted. Sure, in the last few months he had had his fair share of disappointments, but this was different. He was tempted to knock on your door until you answered, but thought the better of it.

He played through the moment in his head again, no different than analyzing a post-race debrief. What went wrong and how could he improve? He was professional during the signing. He knew you loved Geri, you only casually brought up Ginger Spice in conversation no less than a dozen times over the last few months. He knew you’d love to actually meet her – who knows, if everything went well it certainly wouldn’t be the last time for you. He didn’t force himself on you – at this point he knew you were like a cat and he needed to wait for you to come to him or else he’d scare you off. It seemed like the only thing keeping you from ripping each other’s clothes off was your job. Or so he thought.

Now he was confused. It was clear you hadn’t meant to say what you said – but you said it. I could kiss you. Can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. Four words that looped in his brain. He had spent so much time dissecting the meaning of the word “could,” he felt like he could be a lawyer too. But he had taken his time closing the space between you in the hallway. When he leaned in, you leaned in too. You had ample time to tell him off if he had misconstrued the whole thing, and he would never think less of you if you did, but you didn’t.

No, what just happened was not a rejection. You were just skittish. Like a cat hiding under a bed, you just needed to be coaxed out – slowly. You were food motivated, he’d learned that about you during your first outing in Belgium when you put down more bon bons than he thought was humanly possible. Yes, all you needed was to be approached with patience and understanding - and maybe the promise of a full belly.

You leaned against the door and squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassment already crashing over you like a tidal wave. You knew you were being ridiculous and immature. What was it that you were still afraid of?

You stripped off your suit immediately, it felt stuffy and heavy as you overheated, the reminder of your attorney-client relationship falling to the floor. You threw on the first thing you grabbed out of your bag - why did it have to be that pesky yellow dress again?

You paced your room for what felt like hours. Your professional activities with Daniel had officially come to its natural conclusion and yet you were still hesitant to move forward. It didn’t help that you were in a country that banned the cohabitation of unmarried couples, so really, what were you even going to do?

Despite the confessions exchanged back in Mexico and the kiss in Brazil, it was never guaranteed that anything would actually happen once Daniel’s legal affairs were settled. Frankly, you still weren’t fully convinced the conversations ever actually happened. You refused to believe the lingering stares and little touches that lasted a little too long were anything more than pure coincidence.

In spite of all of it, you remained unconvinced about how Daniel actually felt about you. Over the years of failed relationships and first dates that ranged from awkward to bad, you had grown wary and skeptical of romantic pursuits. For all you knew, all his lip-service was simply an elaborate ruse to get in your pants. You thought on this worst case scenario, which really wasn’t so bad. God forbid you have one night stand with a Formula 1 driver and live to tell the tale. It would be a lie to say you wouldn’t be hurt at first if you were correct, but you would eventually be fine. You had been happily single and independent for years, it would simply be a return to your de facto state.

And even if you could take him at his word, you couldn’t help but wonder what that relationship would look like when you had to resume work for other clients and the luxury of constant travel and proximity ceased. How would you continue to keep in touch? How often would you actually be able to see each other in person? Your first relationship was with The Firm, and you knew you weren’t ready to give up your livelihood for him. Then there was the other issue of paparazzi and tabloids - the forced spotlight that would fall on you, resulting in the lack of privacy and anonymity. You had no desire for fame, yet he seemed to be designed for it. You could go toe-to-toe with opposing counsel any day, but you weren’t sure you had his mental fortitude to withstand the cruel and unsolicited opinions of strangers on the internet.

You weighed the pros and cons over and over again in your head. For someone with such a demanding job, it made no sense that it all felt so overwhelming and complicated. But it was telling that the Australian was the first person you wanted to confide in. He was the only one who could ever quiet the constant hurricane in your mind that caused you to spiral if left unchecked. In this moment, you needed him to ground you.

You had been raised to leave hotel room minibars alone unless you wanted to bankrupt you and your entire family for two generations. Going against everything you believed, you took a nip from the stock. Hoping the small amount of liquid courage would do the trick, you checked your reflection in the mirror one last time before venturing to the room next door. You would simply have to assume the risk of the unknown aftermath.

With shaking hands, you opened the door only to be met with Daniel’s presence before you. He jumped slightly at the sudden movement. You did a poor job hiding your astonishment that left you frozen in place.

“Oh… hi?” Your eyes remained wide. He looked around and scratched the back of his head, appearing to be as surprised and confused as you were.

“Hi – I uh,” he took a moment to give you a once over. “I’m sorry are you about to go somewhere? You look nice.” You felt your face turn red immediately, the bravery you built up moments ago dissipating in an instance. He shifted his weight, quickly correcting himself. “Not that you don’t always look nice! I just – you look nicer than usual. I mean-” He seemed uncharacteristically nervous and was digging himself a hole. You looked around the hall to ensure it was empty and took a deep breath to save him from digging any deeper.

“Yes actually. I was going to see you.” He seemed surprised and relieved at the answer.

“No way, I was about to see you!” He shook his head when he saw you bite back a smile. “Obviously, I’ve been standing outside your door,” he laughed nervously, his confidence shrinking by the second. “Not for very long though! You didn’t need to know that. But I wanted to come to say I’m sorry about before, I was too forward back there. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just figured, you know, since we went pencils down and everything, maybe we could-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter?” You walked backwards as you took his hand, leading him through the doorway. He didn’t fight your lead.

“-you don’t know what I was going to ask.” You leaned back, allowing the door to click behind you under your weight.

“It doesn’t matter. The answer is yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and gently squeezed his hand bringing him closer. “With you it will always be yes.” It seemed both of you were at a loss for words, but they were unnecessary as he took a step towards you closing the small gap that remained. His eyes were enchantingly curious as they gazed into yours. You only looked away for a millisecond, distracted by the tongue that broke free from his mouth to moisten his plump lips. You took a deep inhale in anticipation, your heartbeat bordering on palpitations as his lips closed in.

The moment they met yours, immediately you knew you never wanted boundaries with this man ever again. One hand cupped the side of your face while the other grabbed your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an effort to eliminate any remaining iota of space between the two of you. Your lips danced and moved together in unison, neither of you wanting to come up for air. His firm calloused hands roamed your body, unsure of where to rest. There were so many parts of you he had never touched before and he wanted desperately to become acquainted with them as quickly as possible. He squeezed your shoulders, ran them down the lengths of your arms, moved to the small of your back up towards your neck, in your hair.

The feverishness of it all began to slow, as he tried to memorize every peak and valley. He reverently moved his hands from your waist, dragging them up the length of your spine, one hand finding its way to your hair as though he wanted to remember every hair follicle, the other keeping your body firmly pressed against his. The leisurely pace only teased you, and each spot he touched left your body buzzing. He slowly brought his other hand to find yours again, repositioning so your fingers interlocked. The sweet gesture felt suddenly sinful when he pinned them to the wall, dragging them up the door until they were next to your head. The motion made your head spin, warmth spreading between your thighs, and you inadvertently let out a soft moan.

Ravenous for more, he firmly pressed your bodies together against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. He pulled away only for a moment, his eyes pleading.

Can I?

You nodded your head frantically, capturing his mouth once more while guiding his hands to the parts you desperately needed touched. One gently cupped your breast while the other roughly grabbed your ass, kneading the muscles underneath. You both groaned in unison at the new sensation.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you,” he mouthed breathlessly before finding your neck, hoping the feeling was mutual. You didn’t say anything back, but he could tell from the pant of your breath and the pulse under his lips that it was. You threw your head back as he sucked, licked, and nipped at the sweet spot as he gently grazed his thumb over your bra, immediately feeling your nipple form into a stiff peak underneath. Being mindful of your noise level, you bit back a moan that ended up coming out as a pathetic whimper. You shamelessly pushed your hips against his and squeezed his hand on your breast, encouraging him to explore and desperate for more contact.

You instinctively widened your stance for him to perch himself between your legs. His hand played with the waistband of your underwear through your dress, trailing down to your inner upper thigh.

“Stop teasing,” you hissed. He only smiled into the kiss in response, his tongue pushing into your mouth to shut you up.

Your hands followed their own curious whims. Those pecs that you had gotten an eyeful of several times felt warm and firm under your touch. Your palm dragged down the ripples of his abs, gently landing over the front of his pants. You gasped feeling him harden under your touch for the first time, eliciting a low growl from him in return. His hips pushed forward in frustration, eager for more. You allowed him some relief, undoing his belt and pants, cautiously reaching inside. Your eyes widened.

“Holy shit,” you muttered as you grabbed around his length, your hand suddenly feeling quite small. He looked you dead in the eye, that familiar cocky smirk and twinkle returning to his face.

“Come on,” he flashed you a wicked grin. “You knew it had to be big.” You laughed at his boldness, which only inspired him to double down. “I know how to use it too.”

“That’s some awfully big talk.” You already had goosebumps from your head to your toes, but you weren’t going to let him know that just yet. You would make sure he worked for it. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“It’s not the only thing I know how to use.”

He captured your mouth in a gentle, chaste kiss as he used one hand to pull up the hem of your dress. His other hand snuck under the skirt, slowly dragging it across your skin. Rough and calloused from racing, they felt tantalizingly delicate.

“I was going to prove it, but it looks like I already convinced you.” He drew little spirals around your clit over your panties, barely applying any pressure. You bit your lip and looked up to the ceiling, praying for relief from the building tension. To your chagrin, his hand began to pull away.

“No. Please,” was all you could muster, your brain searching for more eloquent words that escaped you.

“Please what?” You reached for his crotch, hoping the action would suffice as an answer, but he grabbed your wrist to pin it to the door. “You have to use your words.” You felt the words on his breath that seeped through your skin.

“Please touch me.” Frustrated, you used your free hand to try to get him to fully take your dress off which was only getting in the way. He obliged, releasing your other hand to get a hold of the fabric. You put your arms up as he gathered the material over your head. Throwing the garment aside, he pulled away slightly to observe you for a moment. His eyes widening as they moved down your frame, trying and failing to hide his growing smirk.

“Do you always wear pretty underwear when you close a deal? Or are these for me?” He played with the pink lacy textile between his fingers, admiring how they accentuated the contour of your waist and hips.

“Both,” you gasped as he dragged a finger down your front. It passed over your clit, down to the fabric covering your entrance, smiling feeling how embarrassingly soaked you already were through the thin material.

With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he proceeded to leave a trail of kisses down your neck, chest, stomach, until he reached the hem of fabric. He continued over the garment, bypassing the spot he knew you needed him to your inner thigh. The gentle touches and the scruff of his beard almost tickled, panting as he moved down your body.

He looped his thumbs around the sides of your thong, pausing to look up hopefully for permission. You nodded with lidded, lustful eyes. He couldn’t hide his dimples and he continued to tease, dragging your panties slowly down your legs, taking care to pick up each foot to get you out of them. Your heart swelled as you observed him treating you so delicately, like a fragile porcelain doll. His trail of kisses started again from the bottom, beginning at your ankle, to the inside of your knee and again to your upper thigh until he reached an apex.

“Hold on.” You weren’t sure what he meant at first. Then without warning, he grabbed your hip and threw your opposite leg over his shoulder, finally diving into your center. Your hands instinctively found their way to his head to stabilize yourself, accidentally letting out a yelp in the process which soon after turned into a low moan as his tongue swirled slow circles around your clit. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled into your skin.

The vision of him on his knees fully clothed, contrasted with your nakedness enhanced his touch and sent you spiraling. Your hands raked through his gorgeous curls as he lapped you up. The pressure he applied gradually increased, culminating to him inserting a finger in you, then two. You slapped a hand over your mouth as the pressure pooled and he found his rhythm with his tongue and fingers. He knew you were close when your legs started to shake and squeezed around him. The waves came crashing over you as you bucked your hips erratically. He removed his fingers so that he could stabilize you, but his mouth never stopped.

He finally put your other leg back on the ground when your hips slowed and stood up. Your legs almost buckled from underneath you but he caught you before you could fall, lifting you to walk to the bed.

You watched him carry you wordlessly, your brain still short circuiting from your orgasm only knowing enough to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Not because you thought he’d drop you, but because you wanted to be as close to him as possible. It still wasn’t close enough.

He sat himself down on the bed with you landing in his lap, legs still wrapped tightly. There had never been a time where the two of you have been in the same room and exchanged so few words. You continued to stare at each other, simply amazed to be in the same space and sharing skin after three long anguished months of resisting forbidden fruit.

Your gaze fell to his swollen lips that you desperately wanted to taste again, still shiny with your essence. His hand pressed up your back until he grabbed a fistful of hair, bringing you in fervently for another kiss. It was the kind of kiss that enveloped you, that turned your legs to water and caused currents in you to flow creating bountiful energy that begged for release. Your hands roamed from his shoulders, down his chest and abs to the hem of his shirt. The two of you pried it off together and he threw it somewhere on the floor. Your mouths met again gluing your torsos together, your currents crashing in a tidal wave of electricity and emotion.

You unwrapped your legs to straddle him, lightly pushing him backwards. He pulled you with him as you both fell into the bed, smiling into each other and little giggles filling the air. You rolled your hips over him, annoyed with the layers that still separated you from the waist down. You reached down, sloppily pushing at his pants to demonstrate your displeasure. He understood your message, weaving his arms past you to finish the job and shimmying his legs until they were off. You reached down the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing your fingertips just underneath but not going further. It thrilled you to feel his muscles tense underneath your touch. He nipped your bottom lip when your hand moved further south, and you could feel his jaw clench.

He pulled away suddenly, and you couldn’t place the look on his face which made you nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! It’s just…” his hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Your heart swelled at how delicate he was with you, at how much he cared. But you didn’t want to be treated delicately. And now you almost felt bad about how much you’d teased him up to this point. Almost.

“Do you know,” you said sitting up, your hand ghosting over the outline of him through his boxer briefs, “I had a sex dream about you. Right before the Japanese Grand Prix.”

“No,” he ground out.

“You had my legs spread on a desk in some McLaren office.” You felt his whole body clench again as you slid the last piece of clothing down his legs. As though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind every time you admonished him for not paying attention or not taking things seriously in those early days. The frequency of course increased, to every time you bent over, smiled, or played with your hair, to simply existing. For once, he was the one blushing and you found it entirely endearing. “I’ve literally dreamt of fucking you for three months. I want you and I need you. Now.”

His pupils dilated at your words, and his hands moved possessively from your face down to your ass where his fingers sank into your skin hoping to mark and keep you. He tried to find the words to communicate how badly he wanted and needed you too, but blood was no longer flowing to his brain and no words seemed perfect enough for you. His shaft twitched against his toned stomach, eager for your touch. You relieved him, wrapping your full hand around his impressive length pumping up and down a few times, your gentle grip slowly firming with each stroke.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. His hand found your waist and you felt his grip tighten as you continued. You slithered down his body until your mouth aligned with him, spitting over his tip. He felt voyeuristic watching the saliva drip from your tongue. You looked up to see him gripping the sheets for dear life.

“Is that alright?” He nodded fervently.

“Only if you want to,” he croaked out. Bless this man, who just wanted to make sure you were comfortable even though it looked like his eyes were going to roll back into his head.

“I do. Very much,” you insisted. You dragged your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft to his tip. “You made me feel good.” Lick. “Now I want to make you feel good.” His shallow breath hitched when you finally took him in your mouth. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, you looked up to make sure he was still breathing. You found him slack jawed, but eyes full of lust. He brought a hand to your head. You prepared your gag reflex expecting him to force your rhythm, but instead simply pushed your hair out of your face.

“Fuck, you look so good.” You felt the slickness spread between your thighs at his praise, adding a hand to his base where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. You increased your speed, moaning into him. He happily absorbed the vibrations, reflexively bucking his hips into you. You tasted salty precum at his tip and could tell he was close.

“W-wait,” you slowed your pace but didn’t remove him as you looked up again. “I don’t want to finish yet. Not like this.” You slowly pried yourself off him, finishing with a satisfying *pop* as you released him. You saw his chest rise and fall at an alarming rate. He helped pull you up, interlocking your fingers in the process.

“What do you want?” you asked, knowing you would do whatever came out of his mouth without hesitation.

“Grab my jeans?” You couldn't hide your skepticism, but nonetheless begrudgingly left the nicest seat you’ve ever known to find his pants somewhere on the floor. You resumed your spot on his lap as he frantically searched his pockets, finally locating his wallet and fished out a condom. Everything else found its way back to the ground. Eyes wide, he maintained a death grip on the condom. “You’re sure?”

You smiled. You thumbed his jawline as you brought your foreheads together. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” It took him about four seconds to process what you said, but when he did closed the gap between your lips in a messy and desperate kiss that sucked the air out of you. It dizzied him too and only pulled away when he remembered he had to open the condom. You leaned back to give him some space as he struggled with the wrapper. His brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to steady his shaky hands.

“I swear I’m usually a lot smoother than this,” he muttered. You bit back a laugh.

“I believe you.”

“You just make me nervous,” he admitted, uncharacteristically bashful. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

“Hardly noticed,” you said sarcastically, but reassured him with a giggle. “It’s very endearing, if it makes you feel any better.” You calmly grabbed it from him.

“It does,” he confessed as he let you take it from his hands. Without breaking eye contact, you ripped the wrapper easily with your teeth. You felt him twitch under you as you wriggled yourself against him in content, allowing him to feel your arousal. He swallowed thickly. “Where did you learn that?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” you smirked. You moved off him for a moment, and he took the chance to stroke himself a few times, watching you absentmindedly. How your hair, now perfectly tousled, fell around your shoulders. How gravity worked miracles on the swell of your breasts. How your waist sloped into your hips and thighs. You patiently presented the condom back to him and he used all his concentration to take it from you to roll it down his length. He looked at you hopefully when he was done and you rewarded him with another kiss, your hair cascading around the two of you creating a protective curtain around your new little intimate universe.

You both watched as you eased yourself onto his cock, voyeurs of your own lust. Your moans harmonized as he bottomed out. You felt deliciously stretched and full. Complete. You began slow to adjust to his size, teasing him in the process with your agonizing pace, rising up to the point of almost dismount before sinking back down again engulfing his full length.

“Does this feel good?” you cooed, already knowing the answer as you swirled your hips with him bottomed out inside you, tormentingly slow.

“Yes. Fuck yes,” he groaned as he palmed your ass. “You’re so fucking tight.” You dragged a hand from his chest, down the ripples of his abs, towards where the two of you intercepted. With his jaw clenched, he sank his fingers in your hips, trying unsuccessfully to steady them as you continued to rock. “You look so good with me inside you.”

He lifted his hips to meet yours as proof of his enjoyment, the new angle jolting you forward slightly. A moan escaped as you found a rhythm as you rolled your hips back and forth, itching for the friction of his skin against your already swollen clit. Your pace quickened as his length hit that sacred spot deep in your core over and over. The bounce of your tits mesmerized him. Unable to resist, his mouth found a nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over the sensitive peak that had you seeing stars.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whimpered. You felt the pressure pool and coil in your lower abdomen. Your eyes closed when he grabbed the back of your head, gently pulling your hair.

“Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” All you could do was nod in response, worried that any sound you might let out at that point would alert the whole building. It was impossible to look away from his gaze even if you wanted to. You bit your lip as the pressure continued to build, hypnotized by the repetition and sensory overload. You rocked back onto him a final time before reaching your release, collapsing on forward onto his chest and his name falling off your tongue like a prayer as your hips slowed and stuttered.

Yes

Daniel

He’d never heard a more beautiful sound before. His mouth caught yours again, absorbing the moans that continued as you rode out your orgasm. He wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you flush to his chest and began to upthrust, building to an excruciating pace. You held onto his shoulders for dear life.

“W-what are you doing?” You knew you sounded pathetic, barely able to form the sentence. He smirked.

“Getting you to Number Three.”

“I can’t,” you whined. He pulled you close and rolled the two of you over, taking care to remain buried inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement, eyes wide when you landed on your back.

“Three’s my lucky number.” He gave a few slow pumps before pushing himself up to spread your legs. He admired the change in your face at each new angle, each expression more perfect than the next. He brought his thumb down to your clit and watched you whither under his touch. With the new view he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work this time.”

You couldn’t argue with his logic. The only response you could give were incantations of profanities as he fucked you into the mattress and his gentle finger rubbing the sensitive nub just above where your bodies joined. He glistened as beads of sweat formed over his body, enhancing the contours of his muscles with each thrust. It was all too much. You felt your walls begin to clench again, your body eagerly anticipating its reward.

Daniel saw your mouth mold into an “o”, the slight twitch of your muscles, and felt the pressure that was building inside you. He prayed you were close knowing that his stamina would soon run out.

“That’s it. Come for me.” Daniel counted his blessings that he should be so lucky to have a front row seat, not once, not twice, but three times to your orgasms. You were so beautiful. Too beautiful. He couldn’t stop himself from chasing his own high as he watched you twist and contort under him. His thrusts became more frantic and erratic as your moans filled the room until he spilled into you, lurching forward but catching himself before fully collapsing on top of you.

Finally the motions stopped, except for the quickened rise and fall of your chests as you both tried to catch your breath. You blinked at each other a few times, still unable to move or think. Daniel broke the silence.

“Holy shit.” You couldn’t help the stupid grin that formed. You pressed a hand to his cheek just to make sure he was still real.

“That good, huh?” He begrudgingly began to move and pulled out of you, rolling over to your side. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down on you, absentmindedly drawing patterns on your soft belly.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted to grab dinner. But that was way better.” You both laughed as you nuzzled into each other, still peppering the other with butterfly kisses and holding onto the belief that the world was the size of a queen-size bed.

Eventually he got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as he left your side, the intrusive thoughts returned and you began mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable goodbye. You watched silently as he searched the floor for his underwear, blissfully unaware of your inner turmoil. This was fun you repeated in your head. It will be a good story to tell you tried convincing yourself.

He came back to bed and snuggled up against you.

“Now what?” he asked innocently. You squinted back at him, laughing slightly.

“That’s an awfully loaded question, don’t you think?” He seemed confounded for a moment.

“I mean, I was just thinking we could get food now? What were you thinking?” You forgot that men could be such simple creatures. Maybe it was the audacity that allowed them to go about life blissfully unaware or unconcerned about hypothetical what if’s and unintended consequences of their actions. But for now, maybe you needed to think like a man too. You didn’t need to solve all the world’s problems in one night. Maybe all you needed was to just enjoy whatever this was for whatever time was left before you got on a flight tomorrow to return to reality.

“Yeah, I guess I worked up an appetite.” He broke into a wide grin. He grabbed your face to bless you with a kiss on the forehead before fetching the menu.

“Great. I’ll order us room service.”

Your eyes fluttered open the next morning. Scenes from the night before played on a loop in your head. Sweaty bodies entangled in a sea of limbs. In your experience, men who were that charismatic and that good looking rarely knew what to do with the bodies they had been blessed with. And yet…

You were afraid to open your eyes, not ready to let go of the memory that brought a smile to your face so you kept them closed a bit longer. Instead, you extended a hesitant hand to the other side of the bed expecting to feel the warm body of your evening companion, but you felt nothing. You reluctantly opened your eyes.

“Dan?” Your voice was soft and hoarse from sleep. Nothing. Maybe he hadn’t heard you.

“Daniel?” You tried again, a bit louder this time. Still no response.

You slowly got out of bed half asleep, the line between your dreams and the real world still not quite defined. You zombie-walked to the window, delicately drawing back the blackout curtains of the hotel room. You winced as your eyes adjusted to the natural light. Your clothes were still on the floor where they had been unceremoniously discarded, but the other outfit that had kept them company had disappeared. Your heart fell.

“Daniel?” you tried one last time, voice cracking slightly. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Maybe he had eaten something bad yesterday. You knocked on the door before cautiously opening it. You stood in the doorway a beat too long, unable to move from the empty space. He had been so convincing, so charming, and you fell for it. You had been so guarded and careful, you thought you had sniffed out any unsavory motives and you still were left feeling used and abandoned.

You blinked back tears before they could fall, hiding your defeat from no one in particular in the privacy of your hotel room. You wiped your eyes, chugged a glass of water, for some masochist reason put on your Enchante sweatshirt and got back into bed. It was still early, maybe you could sleep another few hours before you had to get ready to go to the airport. Maybe that sleep would help you forget and ease the overwhelming humiliation and melancholy that fell over you.

As you began to drift off, a noise at the door startled you awake. You realized it was the sound of the door key and grabbed sheets to cover yourself quickly, unsure what else to do.

“I’m not ready for housecleaning!” you yelled uncertainly, praying it was in fact hotel staff and not a burglar.

“Hey hey hey, it’s just me. Good morning to you too.” You slowly peaked your head from under the covers, shocked at the sound of the reassuring, achingly familiar Australian accent. The driver stood in the foyer, his hands overflowing with bags and precariously balancing two coffee cups. You sat up a bit more as you processed the sight in front of you.

“What-?” you trailed off. He seemed nervous, but a smile never left his face.

“I, uh, wanted to surprise you with breakfast. There’s a little place down the street. But you looked so peaceful sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you, so I grabbed your room key. But I realized when I got there I didn’t know what you liked, and my phone died, so I kind of got one of everything…I hope that’s ok. I didn’t mean to scare you –“

As he rambled, you had silently gotten out of bed to grab the cups from his hands, placing them on the table along with the insane amount of bags, one by one. With all obstacles removed, you enveloped your arms around his neck and stamped his lips with a kiss. He was surprised by the sudden gesture but returned it eagerly, his hands still familiarizing themselves with you. He blinked a few times when you pulled away.

“I promise I will get breakfast for you every day if you like it that much.” You laughed with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you looked away.

“I thought you left,” your small voice shrank in embarrassment that you had jumped to conclusions so quickly. You couldn’t bring yourself to explain further.

But you didn’t have to. He wrapped you in a bear hug crushing you into his chest, his lips nuzzled into the crown of your head, his body heat invigorating you.

“I’m sorry, I should have texted or let you know where I was.”

“No, it’s silly. I was being overdramatic.”

“It’s not silly. And I’m not going anywhere.”

“But what does that mean?” you asked in exasperation. He pulled away and looked at you in disbelief that you would even ask such a question.

“What do you want it to mean?” You bit your lip in frustration.

“Daniel, don’t be obtuse. In a couple of hours we’re getting on different planes to go to opposite sides of the world.”

“And?”

“We’re not going to see each other.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I know people with private jets.”

“I still have to work.”

“I’ll come to you.”

“My apartment is small.”

“I can pack light.”

“What if you meet someone else when we’re not together?” He let out an irritated sigh.

“I don’t want to meet anyone else.”

You were stumped. He could read the confused look on your face and gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders. “You know, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.” You crossed your arms.

“Hey!”

“I know it’s hard for you to believe for some reason, but I want to give this a real shot. I want to take you on a proper date. See what things look like when I’m not paying you to spend time with me.”

You looked down, feeling a little guilty about how much you doubted him. You couldn’t help that you were risk averse by nature.

“Did you just… Socratic method me to get me to understand that you like me?”

“Did it work?”

“Let’s just say you have a bright future as a law school professor if this whole driving thing doesn’t work out.” You paused for a moment, still trying to wrap your head around everything. “So… you really want to give this a go?” He rolled his eyes.

“Is it really that hard to believe?”

“I mean – yeah, a little. The world that you operate in is just so much different than mine. Your world consists of beautiful people.”

“You’re beautiful,” he retorted. You blushed but didn’t let the comment throw you off your stride.

“You know what I mean. Your world is glamorous and luxurious. My world is average. It’s a lot of take-out, it’s late nights on the phone with Joe, it’s boring suits, it’s work - without the recognition and without the spotlight. You could have any actress or model or singer in the world and you pick me. Can you blame me for being skeptical?” His face fell slightly as he realized that you didn’t think your shine was bright enough for him. But it was quickly replaced with something mischievous.

“What are you talking about? You’re a singer,” he said matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes.

“You’ve unfortunately seen me do karaoke, we both know that’s a lie.”

“Your morning shower performances beg to differ.” He laughed at the terror that flashed before your eyes as you threw your hands over your mouth, but quickly reassured you. “I’ve listened to you every morning since we got here. It’s the best part of my day, until I see you.” He pried your hands from your face, holding them in his. “And the last thing you are, is average. Can we please just try?”

You bit your lip, unable to contain the blush spurred by his words of affirmation. The squeeze of his hands on yours caused the dormant butterflies in your stomach to flutter their delicate wings and rise to your chest. A comforting warmth enveloped you, it rose to your cheeks and the answer was there plain as day on your face for him and the world to see. No, it couldn’t hurt to try.

“Only if… you’ll do a duet with me.” After holding his breath for what seemed like eternity, his joy and happiness hanging in the balance waiting for your response, he broke into a toothy grin that used every dimple and laugh line on his face. Without skipping a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way to the bathroom leaving a trail of your giggles in his wake.

“I’m ready for my audition.”

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lampiridaes · 1 month

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hello agaian. im here to request a different thing from what i usually request. hsr!! yay!!! yanqing, arlan, and qingque with a guinaifen-like s/o. a silly streamer and blogger.. like whatd they do or react when thir s/o do streams with them sometimes!!.. maybe trying out different types of foods, doing tricks, exploring places.. and more

(also you can refuse this req since idk if i can submit 2 or not, i donnt wanna sound greedy :'))

thank you!!!!<3

♬ now playing: "streamer"

-> "chat is this real", "... who are you talking to???"

summary. hsr chars w/ a guinaifen-like!s/o

chars. yanqing , qingque (ft. fu xuan)

notes. blinks repeatedly. man! how long has it been. hai lyn!!! thank u for the two requests!!!! except tumblr ate the other one up and i . forgor what it was. u have been reading my works since liek . december ??? i find u very cool.!!!!! I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING FOR ARLAN and also this is relly really short I AM very.veru sorry:( i hoep u still enjoy this tho!.!!!! ^0^

contains. spoilers for the event story "aurum alley's hustle and bustle" (yanqing), fluff, established relationships

track one: yanqing

considering yanqing's job and training, he doesn't have as much free time as he wishes he had. but he still hangs out with you and even guests in your streams at times!

in fact, he even joined in when you visited aurum alley. after sushang and the trailblazer fixed the area up, helping the stores, it was no surprise that it was on your go-to list.

"good evening, everyone! i'm sure you all heard about the renewal of aurum alley, so i came here today!" you smiled at the video camera, then switched it over to frame yanqing, who was coming back to you with some berrypheasant skewers in hand.

"and today, i'm accompanied by the cloud knight's lieutenant, yanqing!" yanqing, already biting into one of the skewers and handing yours to you, gave a goofy smile to the camera.

essentially, you were documenting your exploration date with yanqing. he didn't seem to mind that much, though.

the chat, on the other hand, was sort of going wild — spamming cute stickers, a bunch of cheesy comments about you guys... overall finding this puppy love to be very cute (it is.)

track two: qingque

and on the other side of the spectrum, there's qingque — biggest slacker of the divination commission. it's admirable how she isn't fired yet.

so, it means that she's almost always down to stream with you. and this time, the both of you decided to explore around the luofu. nothing too special, honestly.

"man, this is actually getting a little boring." qingque mumbled, observing around the area you two are in. supposedly, there was something 'super duper fascinating' in this place, and you wanted to check it out. for the views.

admittedly, you were disappointed, too. you've been walking around for a good 45 minutes now, and nothing has shown up. not a building, creature, object... zero.

well, until you hear footsteps coming from behind you.

the both of you stopped in your tracks, absolutely horrified to hear something like that for the first time. it was almost cartoonish, the way you looked at each other like, 'did you hear that, too?'

one word came from the voice behind you, firm and annoyed — "qingque."

it was just the master diviner, fu xuan. however, realistically speaking, that's even scarier than any beast you could come across.

... needless to say, the stream switched off soon after.

#★ — you are my literature #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #yanqing #yanqing x reader #qingque #qingque x reader

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kitthepurplepotato · 9 months

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Chapter 11 - The falling of the Number One

WARNING! This chapter ends with a cliffhanger and it’s really angsty for 2 more chapters. If you are sensitive, please wait until Chapter 14 is out.

18 +, please check the warnings.

Also: The beginning is really suggestive so please keep an eye for the red warning and skip that bit until you see the green writing!

Warnings: Suggestive then… uhm… Near-death experience, description of major injuries, mentions of blood, cliffhanger. I know, funky combination.

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“I just read a fanfiction where you cheated on me with Pro Hero Shouto. What’s your opinion on that?” You look up from your phone with a grin. Izuku rolls his pretty eyes with a cheeky smile on his face and doesn’t respond for a second - probably have taken the question a bit more seriously than it was originally intended to be - as he sits on the sofa next to you in his pretty little glasses, which you can’t wait to ruin later. Well, that sounded like a threat but after the first few times you two ended up in a heated make out session while he was wearing it you decided to keep some spectacle wipes on the coffee table. It runs out as quickly as the milk in the fridge.

“Hm. While I’m quite certain I am a straight man, Kaminari said this to me once: You can’t call yourself straight unless you’ve tried both. Well, I haven’t tried both hence why there is a possibility that maybe, the fact that he’s a man wouldn’t be as much of a problem as it seems to be in my head. Although…” Izuku strokes the non-existent beard on his chin as he keeps pondering. Izuku can’t grow a beard by the way. He tried it once and ended up looking like a 14 year old. He literally had 10 little hairs on the two sides of his chin and a really thin “mustache” and that was it. Katsuki laughed his ass off that day. “Shouto is one of my best friends but if it comes to his personality, I’m not sure if I would be able to… think about him like that. I mean, can you even imagine him in bed with that face? Or kissing him and when you move away it’s just… his deadpanned face? Right in front of you? I would cry, Y/N. You know how much reassurance I need. I can’t see him clocking that there is a problem with me. He’s just… a little bit… emotionally constipated?”

“Wow. That was a really detailed response, thank you.” You gawk at your boyfriend who looks extremely happy from pleasing you. “So if you would need to choose one guy, who would you choose?”

“I would probably give Kacchan a chance.” Izuku blurts out without even thinking. Damn. “Not the old Kacchan, but this one. But I would miss being romantic and cheesy. I don’t think he does that too much. Then I have a friend, Rody, from Otheon. We got along really well while I was on a mission there. While he’s not the most honest person in the world he has a bird called Pino who’s basically connected to his soul and his real emotions are mirrored in the bird so for instance, let’s say he says something super happy but if he’s trying to hide that he’s sad, Pino will cry for him. It’s fascinating, really. But I don’t feel like I would be as happy as I am now with anyone else, to be honest. Man or a woman, it really doesn’t matter because even if you would leave me I would only look for you in everyone but there is no one in this whole wide world who would be able to be even as half as good as you are, so…” Izuku shies away from your gaze, his cheeks dusted pink. Your heart makes a somersault in your chest from his words; sometimes, it’s still unbelievable that this moment, here and now, is actually real and not just a daydream.

There is one thing weighting you down when it comes to this current situation though; the weird feeling in your stomach like everything is too good, too perfect and everything that’s this good must have an end date.

You read a lot of drama fanfictions before you actually ended up to be a main character in one and there was one recurring event in all of them; pro hero Deku dying. For you, for your country, from exhaustion, from an old, untreated injury… the list is endless but since you two got together you couldn’t even look at those stories without feeling sick. Izuku is a hero, one of the best ones at that, but being the best also means he’s the one fighting the most complicated battles, ones no one else can or no one has the guts to, depending on the situation. But it’s really hard to think about these dark, deep thoughts when Izuku slowly looks up, waiting for your response at his impromptu love confession, eyes bright and full of childish glee.

“What about you, Sweets?” Izuku asks cheekily, slowly crawling closer to you; he puts his cheek on your chest, snuggling into the soft bits, warm and content.

“Honestly? Call me a real fanatic but I never really wanted to date anyone else but you.” You admit sheepishly. “I did find Pro Hero Shouto handsome, I did like Katsuki’s bad boy vibes but… it was always you. Your kindness, your pretty little cheeks, the freckles, the curls, the way you go all shy when people ask you about love in interviews. You are so… pure, almost angelic. Even through the screen, you felt like someone I could trust with my life, not just as a hero, but as a person, a human being. You just feel… safe. Like the kinda person you want to marry and stay with forever. And now that I got to know you… I want nothing else but all of that, tenfold.”

“You want to marry me, Sweet Pea?” Izuku smiles with a tiny blush on his face as he sneakily pulls the strap of your camisole out of the way with his finger so he can pepper kisses all over your collarbones. Your whole face erupts in flames.

“Well… uhm… one day, yes, of course…” You mumble, a barely audible sigh leaving your lips as Izuku wets his own to make the seductive slide on your skin even more enjoyable.

“What else do you wanna do with me, Sweets?” Izuku sneaks further up, his kisses wet and so full of emotions your whole body trembles under him as the soft plush of his lips reaches your sensitive neck.

Warning! Cheeky

“Wh… Izu?” You try to look into Izuku’s eyes but your whole body freezes from his lustful gaze; his eyes are dark and there is something new sparkling in the depth of them, his eyelids fallen to half-mast as he gazes at your lips, soft but hungry and he takes a deep breath, tries to school his features but it’s way too late; his gaze is etched into your mind now, living there rent free for the rest of your life.

“Was that too much?” Izuku tries to pull away but you grab the back of his head, fingers clutching into the soft curls, keeping him in place and Izuku keens, a hiss leaving his mouth which ends up sounding like a moan by the end of it.

“I want… I want to go hiking with you again.” You mumble and you can barely hide your smile as Izuku looks up at you, utterly confused by the dramatic difference between your touches and your words. “I want to bathe with you in the river when no one is watching. Maybe find a secluded area, somewhere further away so we can… fool around until we have nothing to give to the other.”

Izuku’s breath hitches.

“Uhm…” Izuku tries to respond but you grab into his hair again; Izuku’s hips make a dive towards you, the touch featherlight and probably unintended but you can’t help but bite into your lips to muffle the moan that’s trying to erupt from your chest at the motion. Izuku doesn’t miss the tiny whimper though; you could cut the tension between you two right now, the air so hot and heavy you kinda want to breathe through Izuku’s mouth to soothe your stinging throat.

“I want to show you how much you mean to me in every way possible…” Your other hand snakes under Izuku’s shirt, caressing the skin on his back until the soft touch isn’t enough; you scrape the soft skin on his back with your nails and Izuku’s eyes fill with tears, but not from the pain. “I want to kiss every single freckle, every single scar, every bump and every crevice because you deserve it, Izuku. You are the sweetest, most caring person in the world and you make me happy so… whatever you want, you can have it. From a cheeky ice cream at 2AM to me pleasing you until the end of dawn, you can have all of it. You deserve all of it.”

You swear you can hear the snap of Izuku’s self-restraint, the sound loud and echoey as Izuku looses his composure and attacks you hungrily, his tongue barging into your mouth with a strong lick.

“I love you.” Izuku mumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he takes and takes and takes, until your whole world turns upside down again, the wet sound of your lips against each other the only sound in the silent room.

“Show me… how much…” You whimper, back arching from the sofa subconsciously.

“Fuck.” Izuku whimpers back, his arms snaking around your middle, pulling you flush against his growing erection and you can’t help the tiny yelp leaving your mouth as the hero takes you in his arms, bridal style, and RUNS into the bedroom with One for All crackling around his body to get there quicker, the motion making you dizzy for a few seconds.

Izuku puts you down with so much care, moving slowly as he settles on the top of you, hips flush with yours as he mutters to himself quietly, probably trying to calm himself down enough to be able to be to remember your first time for the rest of his life.

“Are you okay?” He mumbles hazily. There is a moment when everything freezes; Izuku looks deep into your eyes as though he’s trying to see what’s behind it, to see your soul, your heart, to see and experience everything that is You through one simple gaze and you can’t help but want more than that look; you find the bottom of his shirt and yank at it in a silent plea and Izuku responds by tossing the fabric to the other side of the room. His arms snake behind your back, pulling you up from the bed a little bit, manhandling you like you are weightless; he slowly rolls your top up, his movements slow and careful in case you want him to stop but needless to say there is nothing in the whole wide world that could make you stop right now; you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, it was almost excruciating in the last few days and now, Izuku is finally yours, just yours.

“You are so pretty, Sweets.” Izuku puts you back on the bed and slides his finger over your skin from your neck to your lower belly, then he stops there, playing with the hem of your shorts, as he moves his upper body up and his hips down to grind between your legs while he stares at your naked chest with lustful eyes.

“Closer.” Is all you mumble between two muffled whimpers as you pull yourself up with your hands on Izuku’s back and kiss the biggest scar on his chest. Izuku’s eyes tear up again, choking on a sob as he slowly slides your shorts down, you doing the same with his joggers, fingers slightly shaking when the soft fabric passes the tent in his underwear, his arousal loud and clear. “Izu…”

SAFE FROM HERE

Izuku’s high tech bracelet suddenly screeches, the annoying, high pitched sound ruining the mood completely.

“No fucking way.” Izuku mutters, so fucking frustrated he’s about to yank the fucking thing out of the window. He straddles your hips as he fumbles with his phone. “Not now, not fucking now!”

He’s a few seconds away from crying. It actually breaks your heart.

“Izuku, love, it’s okay. Everything is okay. We can finish this another time. Or we can… just fool around? If you uhm… want me to help?”

“It’s… this massive case we’ve been working at.” Izuku sighs, given up. “They’ve been lurking in the shadows for several weeks now and this is their first time coming to the surface hence why I was notified. I could technically ignore, but…”

You can’t help, but smile. This is Japan’s number one hero to ya’.

“… you don’t want to. And that’s why I respect the shit out of you, pro hero Deku.” You mutter while your hands caress the sides of his hips soothingly.

“I’m sorry.” Izuku lies on top of you for a second, stealing a few more kisses before he stands up and starts getting ready. “This will probably take a while, so… don’t wait for me.”

“You know I will, anyway.” You smile, but knowing how sensitive Izuku is, you decide to continue. “I have some commissions to do, don’t worry. I’ll keep myself entertained.”

“I love you. Thank you.” Izuku gives you one last kiss before he jumps out of the window and the flat is silent again, cold an empty without his warmth.

You sigh into the cushion then take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Maybe, a cold shower would be a good idea, so that’s what you start with.

Izuku wasn’t lying; he’s been out for several hours now. You turned the TV on in case they decide to show the fight, a bad habit Izuku always begs you to stop with but you just… can’t. It might be painful sometimes, seeing your loved one getting hurt while you sit on your sofa, safe and sound, drawing stupid fanarts for a living, completely helpless in case shit hits the fan but at least you can see him this way, know where is is, what he’s up to, know he’s alive and breathing.

It’s enough to soothe your troubled soul, the fact that there is nothing in the TV, that the situation isn’t dire enough for them to interrupt the broadcast for it, so you start on your commission, the TV nothing but a quiet background noise.

It all happens really quickly, in only a second which somehow still seems to stretch on for an eternity; the broadcast is cut off with a buzz, the tv making a low pitched, humming noise, grey, black and white dots fuzzily zigzagging on the screen right before it connects to another broadcast.

You don’t need to be a psychic to know what you are about to see on the screen; you had a feeling for a while, a terrible, dark feeling, a constant, unwelcome weight on your shoulders you tried to ignore and almost succeeded at it while Izuku held you in his arms, but once he left, deep inside, you felt something lurking in the shadows; you somehow felt like the next time he comes in through the door or the window he won’t be the same but you pushed the thought down so well it never even came to the surface during your emotional goodbye, it just kept lurking, somewhere between your heart and your soul, close to the edge but too far away for it to reach your actual brain and form words inside your head.

Maybe if you would have embraced your thoughts and followed your instincts… Izuku would have never left.

You can’t help but laugh at your own, silly thoughts; Izuku staying home because of her paranoid girlfriend instead of saving hundreds of people from a tragic death? Good joke.

But maybe… he would have been more careful. Less… self-sacrificial. Maybe, if you would have said something you wouldn’t need to watch Izuku running into an obvious trap just to save a child from the massive gang of villains. Maybe, you wouldn’t be forced to watch him fall LIVE, on TV, broadcasted through the whole country.

“The urge to save everyone and everything is what makes us heroes but that urge is also what makes us weak; one day, we might jump into our deaths to save that one person who was left behind. To be honest with you, I don’t mind dying that way.” - Deku had said in an interview a few months back. Now the words haunt you, letters jumping in front of your eyes as the battle on the screen escalates; Izuku jumps right in front of a massive explosion which was initially heading towards the small, terrified girl. Katsuki and Kirishima yells, their hero persona long forgotten as they both run as quick as they can after the the number one hero but none of them are quick enough to catch up with him before the explosion hits Deku right in the chest, his blood splattering on both of his friends as they stand frozen in one place, their faces white as a sheet.

Katsuki falls on his knees as the remaining of the building crumbles right on top of Izuku after he throws the girl towards Luna and the rest of his team, making sure the girl is safe and sound even if it costs him his own fucking life because that’s who is; an undeniable hero, the symbol of hope and peace.

His best friend is rendered broken and useless even without being physically hurt, just yelling and crying on the floor while Kirishima pats his lover’s back a few times and says something you can’t decipher from so far away; after a few seconds he makes a beeline towards the battle field, throwing massive pieces of cement into the air as he searches for his friend; the villains are nowhere in sight now, they evaporated into thin air, literally, with a massive smirk on their faces. Their plan worked. They won.

After years of constant winning, for the first time in the last 10 years, the villains have won.

Katsuki still haven’t moved from the floor. He stares at the small splotches of blood with disgust, then a loud sob emerges from inside of him. Eijirou is still searching, yelling Izuku’s first name as tears streak down his hardened face, arms working as quickly as humanly possible until he finally finds something; he sobs and yells and pats Izuku’s face a few times but he’s unconscious, arms dangling in an unnatural way, chest so bloodied its impossible to see the real damage behind it but by the constant stream of blood on the floor as Kirishima makes his way towards the first aiders is anything to go by, the situation is… dire.

Right now, in this moment, just a few hours after you two almost had your first night together, Izuku is dying in his friend’s arms and you can’t do anything but cry, useless and broken while the whole world prays for Deku with tear stained cheeks and broken hearts, rendered speechless as the Number One Hero disappears inside the first aid tent.

The whole world goes silent after that.

… Next Chapter!

IMPORTANT: GUYS! You know me. I won’t kill him. Don’t worry too much. The next 2 chapters will be angst, I’m not going to lie, and I hated every second of it but it’s already written and I can 100% tell you that :

1. Izuku will wake up in the next chapter.

2. He’ll get better eventually.

3. There is at least one scene that’s less depressing in every chapter. Or at least I tried to write it that way but @porusuniverse would probably say otherwise 😂

Thank you for your patience and if you need reassurance or feel too overwhelmed due to the topic just send me a message and I’ll tell you more about what’s gonna happen. 💜

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Potato ramble:

- I hope you guys are okay! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but trust me, you need a bit of a break before this shit escalates 😂

- I got so mad at this fucking angst that I wrote 15k words while working full time and finishing late every day just to get it out of the way. 😂 please don’t hate me, I’m also hurt by my own cruelty.

- Also, if you are a Shouto fan, don’t hate me! I don’t think he’s uhm… unattractive nor uncaring. I have a Shouto x Reader one shot up on my page, I love him with my whole heart btw and he was my first MHA crush so if you wanna read it, go into my masterlist and check it out!

- I stand by what Kaminari said though. 😂 don’t judge until you’ve tried both HAHA

- I will be honest, I’m glad they were interrupted because the cheeky bit of this chapter was a little bit uhm… too hot. I think Izuku wants his first time to be a bit more mild than whatever was going on before the phone call.

- HAVE A LOVELY WEEKEND, GUYS!!! I hope I haven’t ruined it too much! See you next week!

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai @happydragonfrog @eeerreehhh @vinivave

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #midoriya izuku x y/n #midoriya x you #midoriya x reader #pro hero Deku x reader #midoriya izuku x reader

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darl1ngd3ar3st · 1 year

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ooh! well, since you don't write for female readers, could it be that stuart meets a neutral o/s again after plastic beach and the whale? sorry for the above :(

nonono don't apologize its okay !! I'd b happy to write this one (apologies if its not good I haven't written jack shit in SO long omg 🫀💧❗️💥)

SO ERM I APOLOGIZE IF I SLIP SOME OC X CANON IN HERE IM VERY. UHH IM JUST A SILLY LITTLE GUY

- bro is OVERJOYED OH MY GOD

- he would genuinely start crying I think

- he 100% did that cheesy thing where he ran up to you with tears in his eyes and gave you the BIGGEST hug

- almost suffocated you hash tag oopsie daisy

- "i-i thought- I thought I'd never see you again."

- "I'm just so glad you're safe."

- crying and throwing up

- so normally I'd try to keep the lore in these as vague as I can but hehehe >:) not this time

- pretend ur my stupid little self insert that deserves to be squished like a bug for a bit /j

- so basically. you manage to get back to london. yipee!

- and you're like "oh FUCK my boyfriends dead" UNTIL SUDDENLY ONR DAY IN THE MAIL. you get a postcard from wherever the hell 2d was I forgot I need to read over the wiki again

- it had little seashells taped to it btw

- and he taxis his way back to london and you see him at the NEW Kong I think I forgot what happened after murdocs stupid ass burnt the old one down

- and he runs up to you as fast as his scrawny ass legs will carry him and he squeezes you as tight as he can and he spins you around in the air trying not to bawl his eyes out

- personally I would've cried if I were in your position here but that's neither here nor there

- he's just so thrilled to sea you again :(

- please laugh that joke was funny

- genuinely words can't even express how much he missed you and how scared he was that he wasn't gonna get to see your smile or hear your voice ever again

- he tells you all about the whale and being stranded on a different island after the whale was beached

- he has so much to share with you and he doesn't stop talking for like 15 minutes

- a ton of kisses. so many

- like he couldn't go more than 10 minutes without a kiss before but now??????

- every 2 minutes at the very least

- for like a week straight

AAAA I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <33 THANK U FOR THE REQUEST ILY 🫶🫶

#;;☆ archie writez #;;☆ archie headcanonz #2d gorillaz #gorillaz #2d x gender neutral reader #2d x reader #2d headcanons #stuart pot x reader #gorillaz x reader #gender neutral reader

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ .o2

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother,

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.413k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 (will be updated..)

a/n:: dear lord, i didn't know a new fanfic would have this kind of attention so soon! i love it, but it's really unexpected ^^ anyways, here's chapter two, and i hope i can keep the pacing of chapters the same~

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~

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Should I?

It had felt like a few hours by now since you had first seen Sukuna at your class, when in fact, it's been days. You had been too scared to actually try and talk to him, to see if you could make things right.

What would he say? How would he act?

You didn't know, it was just a matter of time till you worked up the guts to speak to him. Constantly glancing over at his spot where he sat, simply trying to gain a glance from him.

He knew you were here, so why didn't he come say hello to you himself?

"That's all for today, class," Toji announced, running a hand through his hair and making a few students gush in the background. "You may leave a little ahead of time so have some fun before going to your next classes. Be sure to do your homework this evening too, it's twenty-five percent of your grade."

As the commotion of students standing and gathering their things buzzed around the room, your eyes fell onto the back of Sukuna's head again. He was currently packing his things in his bag as yet another suitor waddled over and began talking to him.

He seemed uninterested in the girl's tactics, as he simply stared and shook his head when they asked for a date and number. Sukuna didn't say anything as he put on his jacket and bag and then left.

This would be your only chance, you told yourself as you quickly grabbed your things and tossing your bag over your shoulder.

Rushing out of the room, you headed into the direction Sukuna left and stood confused in the middle of the hall, students and other teachers walking past you as you looked around. Sukuna had simply disappeared into thin air.

Damn, you sighed, fixing your bag up and heading towards your next class. Maybe next time.

. . .

One whole month. Still hadn't talked to Sukuna.

"You mean that little punk-ass kid you liked when you were little?" Getou asked, his weekly visit to your roomies being interrupted by your ranting.

"He wasn't a punk," You said, your cheeks flushed pink. "And it was just a little crush, get over it."

"That's my line."

Getou took a sip from his soda can, clicking to another channel on the T.V. as he waited for your roommate. "Shouldn't you just say hi?"

"I can't," You let out a groan, laying down on the couch next to Getou. "I'm nervous. I haven't seen him in over a decade.. it's insane he's here anyway!"

Getou gave a low chuckle to your little rants, listening calmly until your roommate called on him for her sexual needs. Sighing, Getou crushed his empty drink and stood, petting your head as he walked away.

"Hey, just go talk to him," He said as he tossed his can away, already undressing his torso and undoing his hair pin. "He probably misses you as much as you miss him.. or whatever cheesy romance movie you think you're in."

"I don't think I'm in a cheesy romance movie, asshole," You grunted, turning on your side and pulling up the couches decorative blanket.

Getou soon disappearing into your roomie's room and the sounds of a creaking bed soon echoing throughout the dorm rang loud as you grab the paper with Sukuna's dorm number on it. You quickly grabbed a few other things like your phone and a necktie and exited the, now noisy, dorm.

Quickly tying the tie to the doorknob, you looked up directions for your campus on your phone as you went down the dormitory hall. There wasn't much noise this week, most of your neighbors had practice or were nursing hangovers from their previous party the night before. It was a Friday. Normal behavior for them.

Not you though.

You weren't the average party goer, but you have been to a few with Gojo and Getou, and didn't really enjoy your time shared on scene. Most girls were hooking up with the closest thing they could grab, Gojo being one of the obvious targets and leaving the party with at least two women strapped to each arm.

You understood his charm, though it never worked for you.

"Why don't you just let me?" Gojo would often ask the moment he was drunk enough, his lips a pretty pink as usual with some type of alcoholic beverage tainting his normally minty breath.

"Bet I'd make that pussy cream so hard too~.."

And around then he'd earn a one-way ticket to getting his ass kicked. You were always reminded of how much of a man whore Gojo was during the weekends and breaks for school. Playing with more than one persons heart and ending up with another phone number under his belt.

Though, in your mind, Sukuna's behavior seemed different from Gojo's.

He was quiet and rather harsh to any girls that had wanted to "date" him during his younger years. If you'd even consider dating at such a young age.

Anyways, you had finally made your way into the men's dormitory. A weird smell hitting your nostrils that you assumed was a 'man's smell', though you choose to ignore it as you make your way to the second floor and try to find Sukuna's dorm. It wasn't long until you were stopped by some drunken boys that made you sigh and explain your situation. Though, it fell on deaf ears and you pushed past them to the next floor.

Third floor: No luck.

Fourth: No luck.

You were about to give up when you saw the long awaited number of Sukuna's dorm. With a relieved and nervous sigh, you gave yourself a proud smile and slowly walked up to the door. You didn't hear anything from inside, but you knocked all the more and waited patiently.

After a few agonizing minutes, the door clicked open and you saw a messy haired and sleepy Sukuna. His eyes were dazed and droopy, some indents of the bed sheets he was probably sleeping on imprinted on his face and arms. His shirt was messy and his sweats were not really much different except for their grey color.

It had been so long since you saw him, and it was strange to see such a difference in him.

He didn't have any bandages on him that'd signify that he was just in a fight, minus a band-aid that was on his finger. Sukuna also appeared more mature, and grown. Nothing like the boy that you left behind in the Sticks.

"Ah- H-Hello, Sukuna.." You mumbled to yourself, unable to take in the cute sight of Sukuna being tired. Maybe he just woke up?

"Hmmph.." He responded, rubbing his eye and trying to take in who you were. What was your name again?

"Wait.. Y/n?"

Sukuna's voice let out a croak, coughing as his eyes began to focus on you. There was little hesitation before you smiled even brighter and blushed a little, waiting for a hug from him, even if it was brief.

But what you expected wasn't what you got.

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna asked, his eyes narrowing and his posture changing. He went from tired and leaning against his door frame to arms folded and full attention on you.

It wasn't in a friendly manner either.

"I-I was asked by our Economics professor to come see you!" You stuttered out, feeling a small pit of sadness well inside you at what little recognition he had towards you.

Didn't he miss you? Not even a little bit?

"Well, you can go now," Sukuna huffed, his eyes more red than when he was little. "I'm doing fine."

Such harsh words. Not even a hello?

"Wait, don't you miss me?" You asked, your voice strained, that childish flutter in your heart. "It's been so long, don't you want to get to know each other again?"

"Not really."

Why were you so persistent? It was strange, you've never wanted to see someone this badly. And it had been years since you've even had a thought about Sukuna.

Were you coming down with something?

"Is that all?" Sukuna asked, his voice weak and tired, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes once again. "I want to get some sleep before classes."

"Um.. y-yeah," You mumbled, your heart aching as Sukuna closed to door on your face and left you confused.

Why didn't he miss you?

a/n: already so much attention?! i love it but wow, i was expecting it after a few days not this fast! anyways, idk when i'll be posting the next chapter but i thought i'd tag a few extra ppl that i thought would want to read this fanfiction, but if you wish to not be tagged, tell me. i don't want anyone uncomfortable ^^ i cannot believe it took so long to make this chapter! i'm sorry, i've been working on my Kinktober things! (i plan on posting ten drabbles for the last 10 days of kinktober so i hope i get those out soon><)

Chapter Song Theme: — bei maejor - lights down low // slowed + reverb

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jeanie-g · 19 days

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Oh yes, teacher AU please 😏

I mean how can I not 🤷🏼‍♀️

HAHA we were just talking about this so ofc! i started writing it months ago, but lately i've revisited it to flesh out the story a lil bit.

let me set the scene: jack is a 7th grade english teacher working on his first Big Project (either a novel or a play - i'm between the two rn, but i'm leaning towards play) that he's....kinda stuck on. he doesn't love being a teacher either, just sees it as a temporary job til he gets published (can u see the incoming character arc? lol)

so, he's a bit lost. he's got his best friend trevor (who teaches 8th grade science), and he's got his brother/roommate luke (who pays the majority of the rent w his swanky ahl contract), but that's it.

until he meets nico at the bar one night, who's new in town (and also hot and mysterious). and wow! jack finally has a life outside of school....a way to separate his work/home life and a chance at love!

until he shows up on monday and sees that nico is the newest gym teacher lol. cue hilarity and nico trying to seduce jack in the broom closet. jack has to reassess the way he separates his personal and work life and how they intersect - and fall in love in the process ofc.

it's very much a rom-com but i wanna explore jack's identity as a writer and teacher, and give him some room to figure himself out :) i just finished Writers & Lovers by Lily King (highly recommend!!!), which is major inspo for this new direction.

here's a (slightly ~spicy~) snippet:

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Jack clicks his tongue. “I don’t wanna talk about work. It’s…exhausting sometimes.”

“Hence the bar?”

“Pretty much.” He regards Nico, just sitting there—the hottest man in this whole place—and plays with the straw in his glass. “But I’m feeling better now.” It’s cheesy, he knows, but Nico flushes anyway. Jack is really liking how easy this man is to read.

“And why is that?”

And Jack can’t help himself. He lowers his voice. “Well, I’m hoping the handsome European in front of me is going to ask me to go home with him.”

Jack expects Nico to be surprised at his forwardness, but he just grins like the cat who got the cream. “A little presumptuous, hm?” he asks, goading—devilish.

Jack smiles, darting his tongue out to lick the lime juice off his lips. “Am I out of line? I’d hate to assume…”

Nico takes a calculated sip. He leans in close. “Jack, I’ve wanted to ask you that as soon as I laid eyes on you.”

Jack shivers just the tiniest bit. It's the air conditioning, surely. “Yeah?”

Nico eyes him. His lips shine. “Yeah.”

They finish their drinks quickly after that.

“I should probably warn you,” Nico says in their Uber to his apartment just a few blocks up. They would’ve walked if they had any kind of patience. “My place isn’t very furnished.”

Jack’s hand is tracing patterns on Nico’s quad—this man has to work out. He wonders what he does for work. Construction, maybe? He never did mention, but then again, neither did Jack.

“Do you have a bed?” he asks. His hand crawls towards Nico’s inner thigh and he hears a sharp intake of breath.

“Yes.”

“Sounds suitably furnished to me.”

They’re on each other as soon as Nico’s front door closes, greedy hands finding purchase on any pull of fabric or strip of skin they can find. Nico’s mouth finds Jack’s in the dark, meeting him in a blazing kiss that makes Jack’s hairs stand on end and fireworks light behind his eyelids. Nico’s like a magnet—or a planet, pulling Jack in to orbit around him. Jack surrenders to it easily, and he doesn’t give himself time to even worry he’s being too needy about it.

It takes them a while to get through the small apartment, pushing each other up against walls or furniture to make out some more, Nico getting distracted by Jack’s wandering hands and Jack getting distracted by Nico mouthing marks that will definitely bruise along his jaw. Thank God it isn’t a school night; his students would have a field day with that one.

Blissful, adrenaline-fueled minutes elapse over Jack, and he doesn’t even register they’ve gotten to Nico’s bedroom until the backs of his knees bump against his bed and he goes tumbling backwards with a surprised yelp. Nico tumbles with him, shifting his weight so he doesn't crush him. He’s chuckling into Jack’s neck, and the sound vibrates through his head, swimming alongside the subtle buzz from the gimlets and Jack’s own desire, burning like an uncovered flame with an endless supply of oxygen.

Nico leans back, his hair thoroughly mussed from Jack’s fingers raking through it. A sliver of moonlight from the window illuminates his beautiful face.

“What do you want, Jack?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper. He sounds like he’d do absolutely anything Jack would ask him to.

The moment feels tight with anticipation, a Schrödinger’s cat of possibility. Jack leans up and kisses Nico sweetly, and drops his head back on the pillow.

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and that's where i have to stop before it gets actually nsfw lmaooo

i'm so pumped to keep writing this. thanks for the ask <3333

#nhl rpf #nicojack #jeanie's mailbox #puckology

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sungbeam · 4 months

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alright- because this is way awake me- I didn't read back my tags until today- i wasn't speaking properly in those tags (i said sleeping instead of reading... and other messy tags)- I def didn't convey half of what I wished to- (esp because we're limited to thirty tags...) anyways! scooby doo brains unite hehe~ it was an absolute fever dream to read this at 3-4am- (esp when I knew I was gonna help a friend move but once I start sth *esp a fic this good* I must finish it-) It was worth every second of missed sleep- The emotions were so powerful 😭💖 and I felt them to the nth degree- Omg?!? You wrote it without knowing the ending!? I love that sm- because that ending!? Was beyond what words can express- You tied up every end- And omg!? I was looking for the word foil- and god- I loved the use of it- You're so right the slow burn was def burning that midnight oil at midnight creek!!! 😭😭 Omg?!?! You imagine fics as movies too omg!? Heck yeah 😭 The parallel between the sisters!!! Omg it was one of my favorite little bits- You may have not realized it- but it was just so goooodddd- I was hoping for a brutal fight sequence with Bonnie- and you provided all that and more! I was sincerely left with my jaw dropped it was so good- (what I was trying to express was how it felt fated that after yn named it clyde- he jokingly named his bonnie and once he saved yn from mika- he called it bonnie again. It was as if their relationship was fated for it to happen the moment after the reader named clyde- because bonnie and clyde were together til the end/no matter what- if that makes more sense?) No it's not strange that you liked writing it- it was beyond amazing- i'm so glad you enjoyed writing it 😭💖 because for me as a reader it was clear how much love and thought was put into this fic- I lllloooovveeed that scene- (I def couldn't express it that night and meant to fix my tags but my sleepy brain said *post*)- I loved the other two fics in this series- and I just- even thinking back into the story I'm just so content- it was my everything- (ngl this makes me want to read it all over again). (I wish for you to know that I keep thinking about that little ring and it means sm- I wish I had gotten to talk about the disgrace bit because it was brutal yet a deeper dive into his backstory and I loved it- there's just sm to say about this brilliant fic but I'll stop here). anyways thank you again for writing that lovely "movie" 🥺💖

omg no cuz why do we always stay up when we know we have to get up to do something the next day 😭😭 scooby doo brain fever or sumn @@ PLS honestly if u read half of what i spout out after reading long fics, u wouldn't even understand what im trying to convey 😭

RAAAH I APPRECIATE THAT 😭😭 no cuz i kinda wrote the confession part separately but it was supposed to be closer to the middle?? BUT that was when i planned for the fic to be waaay longer 🤧 the end really was made up on the fly skfbeknfnf so im glad it all wrapped up nicely for u, that puts my mind at ease 😅 i figured there'd be some questions lol

omg i just realized i put midnight creek instead of moonstone creek 😭😭😭 my own fic and i can't even remember akfndknfkd BUT YES I IMAGINE LIKE EVERY FIC AS A MOVIE :'))) it's just so much fun to see how it progresses and to imagine like music and camera angles lol and when the fic is written well, the scenes just flow sooo nicely together yk?

no omg the bonnie and clyde thing def makes sense !!! i didn't know if doing that pairing would be cheesy or not but i think it fits w them well, and im glad u agree :'))) AHHH YEAH im so glad u thought so, this was my passion project, like truly. idt i'll ever be able to write sumn like this ever again and that low-key makes me sad TT

the disgrace part has so much behind it, like i put it into the beginning without quite knowing where it would lead, but now i have a better idea of his back story that i hope to write out some time !! im so glad the little ring part is sticking with u; it makes me so emo thinking abt it 😭

THANK U AGAIN SM FOR READING AND FOR UR THOUGHTS !!! 💖💖 much, MUCH love <3

#sungbeam strikes again #blizzardfluffykpop #night terrors #smiled so big reading this tysm

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cannedbabs · 2 years

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Brooooooooo welcome to tumblr. Ur fic Bite the Hand That Feeds is famous here in our Jack Horner corner.

Firstly I want to say oh my fucking god I love your fic. You have galaxy brain and I can’t wait to read the next chapter. Ur last chapter had me on the edge of my seat.

Secondly, just wanted to ask how u started writing for Jack. Like wat drew you to him. Your characterization of him is so good omfg. It’s so organic like he starts out onto really caring about himself and then he evolves more and more to care about the reader. And your hints of submissive Jack, perfection.

This is just a bunch of word vomit that you don’t have to reply to but I just wanted to express my love of you and your fic. Have a great day! 💜

THIS IS SO SWEET OH MY GOODNESS!! You guys are rly too nice in regards to my fic but it makes me rly happy that it’s been a branch to be able to connect with all of you lovelies 🥺🥺❤️❤️ (btw PLS ANYONE EVERYONE do not be afraid of me send asks or messages or ANYTHING!!!)

CH 4 IS CURRENTLY IN THE WORKS RN AND ITS GOING OUT RLY GOOD! Y’all have given me some DELICIOUS inspo for it (I’m trying to bring back it being descriptive. Ch3 was rly just the reader going through the motions and was lame sorry :( )

So idk I went to watch Puss in boots with my family + boyfriend as a joke and we were looking at the cast list before the movie and was like “omg John mulaney is in it who is Jack Horner??” And then I knew of his rhyme so when his whole entrance scene happened I was like OOHHH… but I heard the wolf was super hot- and is respectfully- but by the end of the movie I was like “YO. THAT PLUM GUY KINDA?? 😳” so then I sorta just,, was too tired of waiting for fics. And with me my NSFW fics tend to be 6,000+ words so it took awhile

The best writing tip for Jack I have is: Whether it’s a “reader” or an oc dont make him care about them. It’s gotta be about HIM. And if you can’t hear your dialogue for him in his voice then change it until you can tbh!! I also try to not make him curse, and make his dialogue cheesy. Why make him say ass when he can say heinie. Can it be a turn off? Probably, but I think it fits him 😭 ANYWAYS YEAH SORRY MY OWN THING IS WORD VOMIT BHT!! Thank you so so much for the questions I LOVE ANSWERING STUFF!! AND YOU ALL ARE SUPER SWEET!! Thank u for enjoying my stuff feel free to msg or ask more idc!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#jack horner #bite the hand that feeds #jack horner x reader #big jack horner #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots

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raeflora · 8 months

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Honestly, you just seem like such a genuinely wonderful person! You support my theory that fans of the so-called "toxic" ships tend to attract the nicest people for whatever odd reason :) Here's a fun weekend question: what are some totally unexpected, random headcanons you have about Chuck and Blair? Mine: Chuck is a secret sci-fi geek who even debates this stuff over the internet (just go with it lol!), Blair is secretly in love with country music (notice how quick she was to reference Carrie Underwood?!), they're both addicted to cheesy but awesome horror franchises like Scream, Friday the 13th and Final Destination and watch them over and over together, they secretly love cheap fast food like Taco Bell and McDonald's despite their usual "champagne and caviar" taste, Blair cries A LOT more often than her icy exterior would lead people to believe and even tears up at commercials, they are both insanely attached to the pets they own...etc. And, yes, I plan to work these into the cheesy CB fanfic that I'm dying to write!

hi!! omg that's so sweet thank u so much 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 sometimes I forget that ppl actually perceive me on here skafjkdk 😭😭 if u do write any chair fic (which u so should we always need more!!) pls tag me or something bc I'd love to read it!! this is such a fun question so in no particular order:

they both watch reality shows it started ironically but they both got kinda invested and they love binging them after their kids are in bed to unwind from their busy lives

chuck can actually sing but blair only found out when he was trying to get henry to sleep once. she's definitely made him serenade her bc she thinks it's cute

blair tries to knit when she's pregnant with henry but gets so frustrated she stops after making a sock until she gets pregnant again and knits the other one which she proudly presents to their baby girl (the baby doesn't care but she will wear the socks)

they have matching outfits with their children and dogs (I headcanon henry having a l'il dog called tiger along with chuck still having monkey) which blair thinks is sooo cute

chuck lets their daughter paint his nails bc he's always kinda wanted to try it and what better excuse than saying a 4 year old did it so obviously he can't just take it off

chuck's favourite taylor swift song is speak now bc he thinks it's funny (his favourite album overall is reputation. blair's are red, reputation and midnights) he's also into jazz and swing and like electro-swing

blair doesn't like theme parks but they take their kids to disneyland and she wears minnie ears the whole day. chuck doesn't do rollercoasters but henry does get him to go on it's a small world and holds his hand the whole time so he's not scared (henry himself isn't big on animatronics but it's definitely not bc of that he's looking out for his dad). blair glares the princesses down whenever she sees them and almost gets thrown out but they bought the park out so she can't (she lets their daughter dress as belle but has her costume custom made)

blair's surprisingly good at videogames (she likes fighting ones) and gets way too competitive with chuck (who claims he doesn't really like videogames but is suspiciously good at mario kart)

#ask #answered #gossip girl #chuck x blair #blair waldorf #chuck bass #this was so fun to think about ahh #pls don't hesitate to ask any other questions 💖💖

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kkas-art · 4 years

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Art summary for things I did in 2020 vs art summary for things I posted here in 2020 🤡

Social media is hard and 2020 was HARDER and I'm gonna put this here to remind myself i wanna try my best in the future too, no matter how good that's gonna be but! I'm ✨ trying ✨

See yall in 2021!!

#art summary #my art #kkas talks #okay if someone wants a art analysis here i go #started strong by abandoning my blog since August 2019 hahahaa #then i started a 30 days otp challenge with my not otp but a hypothetical ship with my BE cmc and vandy because i could #march is art i did for an old rp i used to do but i had an urge to draw them again #april howls moving castle au because i watched that movie 24/7 cause i was alone in a foreign country on my year abroad and... ya known #may for mermay! first time and with ocs because cringe is dead #june yukis bday present ♥️💕🌻🌸💐#july and august art fight! so much fun! so many cool ocs!#september i tried doing slowtember... but i was too slow #october Sarah's bday present🧡🎃💛☕#november ace attorney brain rot finally consumed me #also huevember but technically i finished in December #december more aa #i love these lawyers so much #started playing in spain now they live in my head rent free #not to be cheesy but if u read until here ... thank u so much for taking interest 👉👈#okay happy new year #insert motivational quote #love u bye

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4dtk · 2 years

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yeah we love smutty toji but what about soft toji ????? also this was ultra cheesy i lowkey hate it >:( 0.7k.

“hey, doll, still up?” toji, assassin and sorcerer killer, always tries to sneak into the house with minimal sound, knowing you’d either be knocked out cold or immersed in some tv show.

either way, he never liked when he spooked you the first few times, and he keeps it in mind now — fingers clasped tight onto the key and close to the lock, turn one and twice, and he has to make sure to dust off his shoes heel first on the cheesy ‘welcome!’ mat he begged you not to buy.

today, you’re strangely stuck between reality and reverie, eyelids feeling heavy while you fight against sleep. he guesses it’s a new season that you couldn’t wait for tomorrow to binge, but he knows that you’d forget everything tomorrow anyway.

“princess.” toji is never demanding with you, but his tone always held a certain sense of authority that contrasts with a clear comforting sense of safeness. the deep rumble of his voice lulls you to nod off, but you’re eventually able to stand up — only to crash into him.

“princess, you need your beauty sleep—”

“not when season three just came out! i need to know how they survived—”

it’s no use fighting against toji where he towers over you easily, failing to fight against your body’s instinct when it curls into your boyfriend like a routine. he’s picked you up easily in a bridal carry, stifling a small smile when you nuzzle into his neck.

“you can do that tomorrow, doll. remind me and i’ll put on the show for you.”

you sigh, already indulging in the warmth toji provided — such in contrast to the ruthless attacks he’s done to sorcerers — and here, he’s different, he’s safe.

he’s him.

because even when toji hasn’t known love for the longest time, he sees and observes and tries. he’s seen stupid rom-com movies with you, he’s seen couples on the street, he’s seen you. toji finds out that you were allergic to flowers, succumbing to non-stop sneezing when he had gotten you a bouquet, so he keeps his flower runs small and seldom. toji’s never noticed how your hand couldn’t rest comfortably when he held it, so you switch to holding his arm with a shrug in your shoulders, because you didn’t mind that he was clueless about his large stature.

toji learns of the way you unconsciously massage his legs when he arrives home, of how you’d ask his favourite dish and he’d discover the tab of the recipe open late at night. toji sees how you offer a listening ear even when he’s swearing his ass off, he notices your unwavering, gentle touch even when you’re pissed at the other.

it takes a while for the assassin to show his love and soon, planned gestures become more natural and instinctual. even if he scoffs when you tease him about wanting to walk closer to the road, you’re confident he’s not doing it just for show.

like how toji never forgets to carry you to bed every night whether you’re passed out cold or awake, he feels like and unlike icarus who couldn’t get enough of the sun. toji is always flying higher and higher with gossamer wings until the heat strips away the layers of his heart; he is bare, vulnerable, but unlike the greek tale, his wings are never melting.

“don’t stay up to work out tonight, ‘kay? i always get cold when you’re not in bed with me,” you mumble into his neck, thankfully close enough to his ear that he’s able to hear.

he smiles, freely now, “of course. i’ll clean up and join you right in bed,” toji kisses the crown of your head, “and tomorrow we can get right back to your tv show.” even if that doesn’t garner any response, it’s what you want. he stays unmoving at the bathroom door later on, observing the steady breaths to your delicate eyelids to the hair that falls across your features.

toji knows how you’re the thread that keeps on sewing and even if those wings of gossamer are translucent and weak, they fare much better in reaching the sun — you — until time is no more.

thank u for reading, love & reblogs r appreciated as always <33

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bluskye-27 · 2 years

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Hi Skye!! How are you feeling today??

I wanted to ask if you could please do some headcanons with Sabo, Zoro and Marco (and why not whoever you like most if you want 😉) on how they would confess their feelings for a f!reader who is a little shy and doesn’t believe them at first because “it’s too good to be true”, but has the same romantic feelings for them.

Thank you so much for reading and have a great week!!!!

Sabo, Zoro, Marco & Ace confessing to Fem! S/O

Summary: They like you A LOT. Why can't you just believe them?

Sabo the Revolutionary:

- Sabo's a calculative man so he'll do his calculations first before confessing to you.

- He knows you're a shy person so he'll do it privately

- Man's have the most beautiful handwriting in the New World and Grandline, no joke

- Must be because of his stupid noble genes...

- Anyway-

- Sabo will definitely take advantage of his beautiful penmanship and write you a cheesy af letter

- "L(ove you)

O(nly you)

V(ery, very much)

E(veryday)

U(ntil the end of time)"

- I got this from Google btw, don't know who's the author tho (I added the U because I felt like it)

- Once you got his letter, you almost fainted in shock and embarrassment. Thankfully Koala was there to catch you :3

- You went to Sabo to confirm his confession and he did, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead when you arrived at his office

- And you successfully fainted this time :D

- Gosh, you lucky bastard (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)<3

Roronoa Zoro:

- Zoro is a very straightforward person and he'll definitely do it on the most random time ever

- You and your crew would probably be fighting some enemy pirates.

- You didn't notice someone sneaking up to you and when you did, Zoro already beaten them up.

- Mossy would look at you worriedly before accidentally blurting out his feelings

- Must definitely be the adrenaline XD

- "I like you."

- OMG! Girl, you'll definitely be stunned for the next few minutes, not believing what he had just said. You would gape at him like, "Bish, wut?"

- Zoro will smirk at you smugly until he gets kicked on the head by Sanji for "distracting you with his mossiness" or something XD

- Later after the battle, he'll pull you to somewhere and tells you that his feelings were real

- Let's just say Zoro kissed you to make you believe him ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Marco the Phoenix:

- You were one of Marco's division members on this scenario bestie

- Probably one of the doctors too

- Since you were pretty shy and oblivious towards his flirty advances, Marco knew you're pretty serious whenever someone got hurt

- So he pretended to be hurt

- Yep, you heard me right

- Birb here would feign a fever when it's just the two of you in the infirmary

- As a caring person in general, you immediately told him to lay down on a cot to treat him

- When you fawn over him, he'll immediately blurt out a stupid medical pickup line with a serious face

- "I don't want an apple a day because I don't you to go away." And then he smirk

- With that, your face turned so red that it looks like you have a fever XD

- You asked him if what he said was true and motherfucker told you another stupid line

- "My sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me I love you." *winks*

- Yep, he definitely loves you

(Got those from Google, credits to the Author/s!)

Portgas D. Ace:

- Ace is nervous. Like REALLY nervous

- He would pace around the room to think about ways on confessing his long time feelings to you

- "Oh, how about-! Nah, that's too lame. Or I could- Pfft, sounds stupid. What if I- GAH! I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING!" Man's so frustrated with himself he sulks all day long

- His older brothers took noticed of it so they pulled him away to know what's up with him

- Marco, Thatch & Izo probably laughed at him first before helping him to think of a plan

- Once they anchored at a new island, Ace would ran off, leaving a huge trail of dust at his wake. He would find the nearest flower shop to buy your favorite flowers. And then he finds you, hiding the bouquet behind his back.

- Ace will take you to a cliff that overlook the sea. You were confused at first until he confesses, it'll be with the bouquet of your favorite flowers literally shoved in front of you with his bashful smile.

- Ace will blush 50 shades of red before blurting out his love for you

- "I LOVE YOU!" His voice probably cracked at the end due to extreme nervousness XD

- At first, you were in disbelief, looks around to search for Ace's possible accomplices because you think it's a prank. And when you didn't find anyone, you'll look back at Ace, gaping

- Flame boi finally regained his cocky confidence and repeated his confession to you

- In the end, you ended up with a clingy and very affectionate Ace by your side when you guys returned to the Moby Dick

- Thatch, Marco & Izo would clap at him, giving him thumbs-up's of approval

Hello, Anon! So sorry for the late answer! I'm doing fine, thanks for asking! Also, I hope you like this one XO!

#one piece #sabo the revolutionary #roronoa zoro #marco the phoenix #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece sabo x reader #one piece zoro x reader #marco the phoenix x reader #one piece marco x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece ace x reader

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pinkandblueblurbs · 3 years

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Scent

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader. Heavy a/b/o, a/b/o AU, scenting, making out, sexual themes, no explicit sex, possessiveness, light alpha tone, jealousy. This is probably not a SUPER healthy, perfect relationship lmao. draco gets jealous and protective, so be warned. dont come crying to me when u find his behavior toxic, for the love of god.

a/n: I’m kinda vague about the workings of all this but basically until they permanently claim them alphas “claim” the omegas they’re in a relationship with by scenting them, which biologically deters other alphas from making moves on them. So reader and draco aren’t bonded, but they’re dating.

a/n 2: this kinda came out weird and idk how much i like it but! oh well! also the ending is hella abrupt ajshs i just wanted to write possessive and jealous alpha draco but no real plot or resolution oops. aaaand it’s hella cheesy. im a basic bitch what can i say

Your pace is quick as you make your way through the halls towards the Slytherin common room, cheeks still flushed from your interaction in the library and instincts screaming at you to go find your alpha.

I thought I’d smelled enough like him, you find yourself thinking, remembering Draco’s lips and tongue on your neck, sucking and licking your scent gland just the night prior. How could Roger Davies so unabashedly flirt with me again?

The alpha had been doing it for the past week- sitting beside you as you studied, talking a bit too familiarly and being a bit too touchy. He clearly paid no regard to your widely known and clearly exclusive relationship. His instincts, however, he shouldn’t be able to ignore. The claiming scent of an alpha on you should be enough to deter him. That’s why you’d taken care to guide Draco’s mouth to your gland during your nightly shag, ensuring you’d reek of him the next day and figuring no other alpha would dare come near you. But it hadn’t worked. Davies flirted with you just as shamelessly as before, despite your efforts.

Draco scenting me every night must not be enough, you supposed. By the time I get to the library after classes it must wear off. You worried your lower lip as you walked, considering this, and came to a rather simple conclusion. I’ll just have to have him do it more.

When you step into the Slytherin common room your eyes immediately seek out, and quickly find- thanks to the complete vacancy of the area- the blond in question. He’s sitting on the couch, hand cradling his jaw and elbow leaning on the armrest as he stares down at the book he’s been reading for the past week. You rush over to him, and as soon as Draco picks up on your smell he’s looking up with a gentle smile that’s reserved just for you.

“Hey there, love. You’re done studying early, I expected that astronomy test to have you in the library for hou-” he trails off when after sliding right into his lap you start kissing his broad neck. Your mouth moves against his skin eagerly, head swimming with his familiar and comforting scent- the scent of your alpha- and you tangle your fingers tightly in his jumper. You feel him melt into it at first, a low rumble emanating from his chest as pleasure blooms beneath your skilled lips, but then he’s taking in a sharp breath and bringing a hand up to your jaw to coax you away.

“Damn, Y/n, miss me much?” He taunts, smirking, but as he takes in your needy eyes and desperate expression his grin falters. You try to calm your features; he can always tell when something’s off with you, and you’re hoping to avoid worrying him.

“Is everything okay?”

You must have done a poor job of masking your emotions. “I’m fine- I just- I need you.” You make your voice a whimper, sticking out your lower lip and exaggerating your pleading gaze. If I can’t hide my desperation, maybe I can at least play it off as omega neediness. Draco studies you for a moment, but eventually his smirk returns in full swing.

“Yeah? You’re a needy little omega, hm?” Bingo. “Come here, princess.” He’s leading your face back towards him, and you crane your neck, silently begging him to run his tongue along your gland. “I’ll take care of you.”

He follows your cue and brings his mouth down, latching right onto your gland and suckling firmly. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling, his lips and tongue like heaven against the sensitive skin. Your hands travel along the expanse of his shoulders and chest, desperate for contact, feeling his toned muscles under his shirt. He grazes his teeth over the tender spot and your nails dig into him as the action has you seeing stars.

“What a good omega,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, tongue darting out to lap incessantly at you, covering you in his scent just as you’d wanted. “My good girl.”

As always, things start with scenting and snogging then quickly escalate into Draco hoisting you up and stumbling up the stairs to his dorm for a shag, lips never disconnecting from yours all the while.

The rest of the evening passes as normal- you go down to the great hall for dinner and then part ways to sleep in your respective dorms. Draco’s scent is a heady, prominent presence all around you, so strong and recognizable that it can be picked up on from feet away. It’s hardly faded at all by the time breakfast rolls around and you sit yourself at the Slytherin table beside him, but you can feel a pair of eyes from the Ravenclaw table trained on you regardless. You’re hit with a wave of unease at the presence of Davies’ insistent gaze, surprised that Draco’s scent isn’t potent enough to be off-putting. I guess it wears off through the night, you rationalize.

“Draco,” you murmur, looking up at the alpha desperately and tugging at the material of his sleeve. You pout when he puts up his finger in a silent “one minute”, not even glancing at you as he listens to whatever Blaise is talking about from across the table. “Alpha,” your voice is a whine now as you pull at his shirt again, and at the neediness of your tone and the use of the title Draco’s eyes are quickly on you.

“What is it, princess?” He asks, brow raised in question. You swallow, fixing him with your best pleading look.

“Need your help,” you lower your voice, “privately.” Despite your attempt at a whisper you hear quiet snickers from Blaise and Theo, and Draco’s lips quirk up in a smirk.

“You can wait, baby, I’m not done eating yet.” He dismisses you with a shake of his head, scooping another bite of eggs into his mouth. You huff, rolling your eyes.

“‘S not just that, Draco. I need you to scent me.” You explain, glancing at the two boys across the table as they blatantly eavesdrop on your hushed words and seeing their brows furrow in confusion. When you look back at Draco, you see he’s wearing a matching expression.

“Scent you? Y/n, I scented you just last night, you’re fine.”

“You reek of him, actually.” Theo supplies, making Blaise exhale a huffed laugh. You shoot the alphas a quick scowl before looking back at Draco.

“Please, Dray.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. You know it does the trick when a flicker of sympathy passes through his irises.

“Fine. Come on, we’ve gotta get it done before class.” Draco concedes, standing up. You quickly follow his lead, a grin forming on your lips as you step away from the table.

“You’ve turned soft, mate!” Blaise calls after you as Draco takes your hand and leads you off. Draco just throws up a middle finger, not bothering to look back at him.

“So what prompted this, hm?” He asks as you make your way to the Slytherin common room, sure to be empty with everyone eating in the great hall. You can hear the hints of a smirk in his tone. “Just feeling needy for your alpha?” With his hand in yours he’s able to sweep his long pinky over the gland on your wrist, making your stomach flip.

“Mhm…” You murmur, somewhat absentmindedly. You’re internally going over your schedule, thinking about the next class you have with Davies and whether Draco’s scent will last you until then. You realize you forgot to sell it when you meet the alpha’s gaze and his brows are furrowed in confusion. You blink at him once before adding, in a whine, “need you, alpha.”

Draco only scoffs.

“Nice try, princess.” All confusion has left his features as they harden into a look of suspicion. You both step into the common room, and he stops, turning to face you fully. “Really, what’s this about?”

“Told you, Draco. I need you.” You cringe a bit at your meek tone- you don’t sound convincing even to yourself, so it’s no surprise when the alpha meets you with a raised brow.

“Is something wrong? Why would you need me to-“ his face darkens, and your breath hitches at the way his voice drops to a dangerous growl. “Is someone bothering you?”

You drop your gaze. “N-no- well not really bothering-”

“Don’t lie to me.” He grasps your chin and tilts your face up so you meet his icy blue eyes. At the use of his alpha tone, words immediately pour from your mouth.

“Roger Davies has been coming up to me in the library so we can study together, and at first he was fine, but then he started saying these little things and touching my hand or knee, and I don’t understand how because I should smell like you, but I don’t think it’s been strong enough.” You take a breath once you finish, your eyes flitting between Draco’s fiery ones.

“That fucking bastard.” His voice is a seething growl that makes you shiver, both from nerves and arousal. His nostrils are flaring, his expression is nothing short of irate, and his right hand flexes in and out of a fist at his side.

You’re taken by surprise when he grabs you around your waist and pulls you into his body, a small yelp escaping you. He leans down and in seconds his mouth is on you- sucking at your neck, licking over your scent gland, nipping at the skin. You let out a trembling moan, your eyes falling shut at the erotic sensation. Draco’s grip on your hips is bruising, as if he’s scared that if it’s not his hands on you it’ll be someone else’s.

“You’re mine.” He rumbles against your skin, his tone reverberating through you. He pulls away, and your whine of loss dies in your throat when he picks up each of your wrists. He licks over the gland of one, maintaining piercing eye contact that has your heart pounding in your chest. “Mine.” He moves to the other, sucking on the sensitive flesh, making your knees threaten to buckle. “Mine.”

“Yours, Draco.” You gasp out, head swimming, cloudy with neediness. You whine pathetically when he drops your wrists, and he grasps the back of your head to pull you so he can smear a quick kiss to your hairline.

“You go to class, love.” He’s gentler now, though that dark undercurrent is still present in his voice.

“Wh-where are you going?” You know the answer by his stiff posture and determined steps towards the door, but you still utter the shaky question.

“I think Davies needs a reminder who you belong to.”

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic #alpha draco malfoy #a/b/o au

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years

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hi I'm back again, I requested the vin jin study date one and it was the best piece of literature I've read. It was so good that I wanna request another vin jin one cause I'm down so bad. This time could it be a scenario with him but he shows his eyes to the reader?

p.s. dont forget to take care of yourself ❤

connection (vin jin x reader)

details: soft oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and vin jin are dating

summary: your boyfriend decides to finally reveal what's under his sunglasses to you.

a/n: thank u for requesting anon <33 thats rlly high praise,, im happy u liked that one so much T_T 💘 i hope this works for u, and i hope ur taking care of urself too :]

Vin Jin NEVER made plans. Things just happened and he rolled along with it, or he would make things happen, and whatever happened would happen. He just wasn't the careful kind of guy, and often he acted without thinking.

For once, though, he made a plan. A plan revolving around something very important to him, one that needed much consideration and steps to take. He even did it without any help! Yes, maybe some advice from his smarter friend Mary would've been helpful, but he wanted to be as genuine as possible so he chose to do things in his own unique, messy way.

That was part of his charm--according to you, anyway--and he wanted to utilize it specifically because this plan involved revealing a secret to you. What better way to go about it could there be?

"Vin Jin, where are we going?"

"It's a secret!" He turned to make sure your eyes were still closed. It was really hard to see with his sunglasses and the darkness of night, but with enough staring, he could kind of see that your eyes were still closed. He smiled triumphantly and faced forward again to continue leading you by hand.

"Why? So secret you can't even show your lover the way to get there?"

"Can't you let me be romantic for once?"

"Pardon?" You wheezed and Vin Jin turned a little red.

He cleared his throat and attempted to defend himself. "Didn't this exact thing happen in the K-drama you were watching with Mary the other day? You were talking about how sweet it was." He turned a little more red when he remembered walking by and almost blurting out about how cringey and cheesy the scene was until you stated your opinion on it.

His response only elicited more laughter out of you. "Vin Jin, you are so cute."

"Man, shut up," he muttered, "I regret doing this."

"And yet you're still walking~"

"Because--" Vin Jin's small annoyance was quickly replaced with excitement at the sight ahead of him. "We're here!" He started sprinting and you yelped.

"Can I open my eyes now?! You're gonna make me trip!"

"Yes, whatever, c'mon!" His hand still held tightly onto yours as he ran until he felt he was at an appropriate distance to the small lake. He took a deep breath of the fresh air in the open space and then looked behind himself at you.

Walking forward to stand by his side, you looked around and asked, "This is where you wanted to bring me?"

You didn't sound as awed as he hoped you would and frowned a little. "Why? Is this place not cool?"

"You brought me here before to have a picnic."

"I did?" Vin Jin scrambled to find a memory of this and turned red once more when he did. "Fuck."

How lame. This was supposed to be a heartwarming moment where you say, "Wow, you brought me to a place personal to you?" and he was supposed to reply, "Yeah, because you're my number one, babe." Actually didn't that happen the first time he did bring you here?

He tried to brush his scenario aside when you started laughing. Again.

"Never change, Vin." He huffed when he felt you press your lips against his cheek.

"You know I won't. Now let's sit." He started to sit down and practically dragged you along.

"What are we doing?" You hurried to sit with your legs crossed.

Vin Jin let go of your hand to snap with both of his fingers. "We're going to stargaze." He grinned at your amused expression.

"Okay, I'm ready when you are."

"But first..." Here comes his plan. "Uh." Vin Jin had never so intensely felt the pain of "easier said than done" until now. "I need to take off my sunglasses, y'know? Can't stargaze if you can't see shit."

He tried to watch your expression to see how he could proceed. All you did was widen your eyes. It seemed like you were going to say something so he waited, but it only resulted in an awkward pause.

"So... uh... yeah, gonna take off my sunglasses," he eventually continued, slowly bringing his hands up to his shades. "Don't mind me."

Yup. This was his plan. Be as casual as possible; because he knew if he tried to take himself seriously, he would only trip over himself and possibly end up clamming up.

This way he could also not pressure you with his anxieties. He knew it wouldn't be right to tell you, "I'm going to show you my fucked up eye and if you scream or make a single disgusted reaction I am going to dig a hole and live in it for the rest of my life," no matter how much he wanted to say it.

If you wanted to break up with him because of his eye, so be it. He didn't want to lose you no matter what, but if you left because of an "ugly" part of him, he knew you wouldn't be worth it anyway. No loving person would leave their partner for something like a physical trait considered unusual.

Well... that's what he was trying to tell himself.

Vin Jin gulped, growing frustrated that he couldn't stop his shaky hands. Your eyes still on him didn't help. At this point, he had his hands on the sides of his sunglasses but was just holding them there.

Nearly a whole uncomfortable minute passed before you spoke. "Sorry, do you... want me to look away?"

The gentleness in your voice combined with the sincere look of concern on your face was the last push Vin Jin needed. He took a steady breath before replying, "Nah, it's good." He didn't let you say anything more in case it would've stopped him from what he was about to do, so he just quickly took his sunglasses off and set them aside.

Immediately he looked away from you out of instinct and cursed at himself before trying to casually lay down on the grassy floor. He glanced at you to see you looking away as well. If only he could see your expression.

He crossed his arms behind his head while you laid down next to him.

It was silent again. The mood was too tense for a peaceful activity like stargazing.

"I walked into this, I better damn finish it."

Vin Jin slowly turned his head towards you. He tried to start a conversation, but only opened his mouth to close it. He knit his brows as he let a few more seconds of silence pass before relaxing his facial features and saying, "It's way easier to stargaze in the countryside."

"Yeah, I'd imagine. All these city lights are ruining stargazing." You replied lightly, chuckling even, but you appeared as tense as the mood. Your eyes were focusing intently on the sky above; as if looking back at Vin Jin would cost you your life. It honestly made him feel bad for how sensitive he had been in the past about trying to hide his eyes, but at the same time was glad you were so respectful of his boundaries.

"Right?" He continued to stare at you, hoping he would not have to prompt you to look at him. "I wanna take you there one day. Not where I'm from, but somewhere in the countryside."

"I'd love that."

A soft smile formed on his lips. "There's also a lot more space in the countryside. Less people plus less streets and places to navigate. I think it'd be nice to run around there with you."

"Mhm. I'm guessing that's why you like this place so much. Does it remind you of the countryside?"

"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the city, but it's nice not having to worry about running into something every five seconds."

"Hm, well, maybe that has to do with the sunglasses you wear?" The way you were easing into the conversation made Vin Jin give himself an internal pat on the back.

"I got you and Mary to help me navigate around, don't I?"

"Can't do that for the rest of our lives, you know," you chuckled again.

"No choice, you're both stuck with me until the day I die."

"Guess I can't complain then. I signed up for this after all."

"Yes, you did."

The talking continued as topics and bantering bounced back and forth between the two of you. A few minutes in, Vin Jin turned away from you to admire the stars with you. He knew he was "chickening out," but tried to convince himself this was part of his plan to be casual. He did say he wouldn't force you to do anything.

It finally happened, albeit an accident.

While telling you an embarrassing childhood story about Mary, Vin Jin and you had turned to look at each other as he was saying, "She got all mad and looked at me like this--"

He was pretty sure your eyes widened at the same time as his. He froze up, his brain yelling at him to hurry and put his sunglasses back on, but he did his best to ignore it and tried to finish his story.

"Uh." The words were caught in his throat. "She..."

You were staring. There was no look of disgust. No look of fear. Only simple curiosity and surprise. Dare he say... entranced? As if you were observing an artpiece and trying to figure out its meaning, rather than looking at a freak.

Suddenly the fear Vin Jin was feeling was replaced by him getting flustered. He couldn't stop himself from turning away and that was when you seemed to have realized you were staring.

"I-I'm so sorry!" A waterfall of words spilled from your mouth, but mostly apologies. You tried to explain yourself but could barely form a sentence. It would have been cute if you didn't sound so panicked.

Vin Jin said your name, which got you to become silent, and then, "It's fine."

"It's--it's fine?" you repeated, now sounding confused.

"Yeah." Vin Jin forced himself to turn back to look at you. You were looking away once again. Now that you finally got a look at his eyes, he decided to be less indirect. "What's wrong?" He plastered on his iconic grin, playing dumb. "You never seen someone's eyes before? Weirdo."

"I... but... you..."

Turning to lay on his side, Vin Jin put his elbow out so he could prop his head up with his hand. "But what? You can turn back around, I don't care." Despite his confident tone, he was still physically shaking a little but he just hoped you wouldn't notice if you looked back.

"Vin..." Your voice softened. Still, you did not yet turn. "I don't understand. Why are you suddenly okay with showing me your eyes?"

"Ah, fuck." Time to get serious, he supposed.

Vin Jin sighed. "I just think it's about time I show you. I can't imagine never getting to see you properly for the rest of my life 'cause of my darkened shades."

You took a few seconds to process his words. "Aren't they an insecurity of yours, though? I'm just confused about why you're so carefree about them now."

"That's..." Vin Jin swallowed whatever pride he still had at the moment. "Because I figured it was the best way to go about it for me. There was no way in hell I was gonna sit down with you and seriously talk to you about an insecurity." He tried to crack a joke to ease his nerves. "Besides, how awkward would that be, right?"

"Huh." The silence that passed made Vin Jin beg you to say literally anything at all--internally, of course. "Are you absolutely sure it's okay for me to look at your eyes?"

"Yes. I think it's like..." Vin Jin wished he was better with his words. "A sign of trust, you know? And I trust you, a lot."

"I see." He watched as your body tensed up and then finally, you turned back around. The immediate eye contact made him tense up with you.

It happened again.

You had the same look full of love as you always did for him. There was just other emotions tossed in, but nothing bad.

This second time was a confirmation of sorts for Vin Jin that you viewed him the same. He didn't become a monster to you, he was only just your boyfriend. A human with an unordinary eye. And you still loved him.

Relief washed over him.

"May I ask what happened...?" you carefully questioned.

"Polycoria," he said, "is the name of the condition. I, uh, I'll tell you more about it another day. Probably." Nervously smiling, he moved back to lay down on his back and look at the stars. "This was. A lot." He spoke through gritted teeth, cringing at his every word and feeling like he was a sweaty mess. "I don't have anymore... um. Vulnerability to share. I'm done today."

Whatever emotion was running through him was indescribable, but just like how you looked at him, it wasn't bad so that was something.

Thankfully, your melody of laughter came along and soothed his soul. "Alright, that's understandable, Vin." You also turned away, joining him to stargaze. "Thanks for sharing this part of you with me. I'll make sure to take good care of it."

Vin Jin wondered how he ever scored someone as kind as you. If he wasn't overwhelmed with emotions before, he was now. All he felt like he could do was grab your hand and say, "I love you."

You hummed, rubbing his thumb with yours. "I love you, too."

His heart practically exploded. He was also starting to feel a little dumb. How could he have ever doubted you? Why did he take this long to show you his eyes when he knew you would still love him the same?

Ah, it didn't matter. That was done and over with now.

Vin Jin smiled at the sparkly stars above. Until he remembered he should finish his story about Mary, so he turned back to you and continued. He stared at you lovingly as the conversation carried on and felt glad he pushed himself for this moment.

Tomorrow morning would be the first time he would properly get to see you with sunlight shining on your skin, without his sunglasses in the way.

#lookism x reader #vin jin x reader #vin jin #requests #whew i had to rewrite this entirely but i love how this 2nd version came out #way less rushed + cuter and more in character imo ^_^;;#anyways [clenches fists and shakes them] vin jin my beloved bastard u fill me with so much emotion #btw shoutout to lofi music that shit carried me thru writing this 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏#youtube channel syros in particular #the playlist is called 'its all about the simple things' if anyone is curious <3

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Secret Admirer

Word Count: 1,378

Status: Requested!

Ask: hi ! can you do literally anything with mitch kramer pleasee? thank u :)

@: anon!

February Prompt List: Love Letter

A/N: I was able to fit a request in here and I apologize for this being a day late!

Relationship: Mitch Kramer x Reader

Fandom: Dazed and Confused 1993

Warnings: fluff, slight anxiety/sadness,

Masterlist Dazed and Confused Masterlist Valentines Prompt Masterlist 2022

{gif is not mine, credits go to @lady-writes20}

Your heart thumps lightly in your chest as you read the newly folded note laid on your desk earlier this morning:

Beautiful Y/N,

Oh how much you make me smile. You are just so perfect and absolutely special that it hurts. I wish you’d love me just as much as I love you. But, for now, I’ll stay hidden. I’ll keep you waiting. Playing hard to get is the best way to make you go crazy, isn’t it Y/N? - Your Secret Admirer

Your cheeks heat in a pink hue, eliciting a hearty laugh from your best friend, Mitch Kramer.

“Stop it!” you bite your lip, refolding the note in the used creases and shoving it in a book stored in your locker.

“What?” he giggles, tucking some hair behind his ear. “You’ve been going nuts about these little love letters all week! They’re so cheesy!”

“No they aren’t! They’re sweet and kind! I think this person really likes me, Mitch. Truly.”

Mitch looks down at his feet in slight embarrassment, “Who do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” you smile in excitement. “I thought it was you, but you’ve got your big crush on Ally Stalls,” you make a mimicking face, “Then I thought it was Jesse Thompson because he was looking at me in math class. Then I thought it was H-”

“I get it!” Mitch smiles, “You’re completely clueless!”

“Am not! It’s just a fun game of chase!”

“Whatever you say,” he laughs, saluting you as he takes his leave to his next block class.

///

For the next few weeks, you receive the same letters of the like. All of them kind, cute, and endearing. They leave you constantly alert and on the lookout, sometimes frustrating you with the utter lack of clues or specific details. Boys were difficult like that sometimes.

Everyday, on the dot, you receive a letter in your first block class.

Until, one day - the most important of all - no note was left. Nor a card, or chocolates, or a hint. Just nothing!

It was Valentines Day. The day you thought you were going to find your secret admirer. The day you thought he would present himself and sweep you off your feet. Except, your dreams were unanswered.

...

Slamming your locker in disappointment, you lock all of your books in the safe space, grumbling as you lean your back on it.

“No luck?” Mitch asks in a fake solemn expression, copying your stance beside you.

“Clearly,” you try not to be bitter, failing as you spit the words with force.

“That sucks. I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” you muster a small smile, “You’re glad you don’t have to hear me drool about the person anymore.

“Absolutely.”

“Ouch.”

“Maybe you’re better off. Anyway! You comin’ to the dance?”

“I guess so,” you mumble, looking at your feet. You feel so neglected. So forgotten. How come your admirer just stopped on one of the greatest opportunities to sweep you off your feet. You were so gullible that it hurts sometimes...

...

Hyping yourself in your full length mirror, you do a series of poses, pouts, and adjustments. Somehow, you had managed to overthink and over-analyze the events of today, summing it up to a more “believable” reason in your head. You thought for hours as you got all dazzled up, dressing to most definitely impress.

Maybe they are waiting for me at the dance?

It was enough to get you off your bed, and that was good enough. Even if they weren’t there and you get left alone, you still had your friends and keg parties that are always open on the weekends, especially Friday nights like these.

Slipping on the dramatic face mask that covers your eyes, you giggle as the outfit had completed like a picture-perfect puzzle fitting its last piece. Even if the night was to not go your way, you still looked amazing.

...

Strutting through the dramatic blue tunnel leading into the high school gym, you smile despite your incessant nerves racing in your veins, pumping your blood in your ears and making your stomach and heart do flip flops.

Catching Pink’s unmistakable lean form, you giggle, running up to him and hugging him from behind. “Guess who.”

“Who?” he asks sarcastically, turning around to lean his head atop yours in a brief embrace.

“Ha. Ha,” you mock, letting go. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen you guys,” you smile, turning to the rest of the graduated class: Slater, Benny, and Don.

“You just saw us last weekend,” Don corrects you with a smug smirk, “You just wanted to touch Pink.

Before you have the ability to argue him, you all stiffen at the swift switch from an upbeat rock song to a slow mellow jazz song. A slow song.

You outwardly groan in a collective heap with the boys around you.

“That’s one thing I don’t miss,” Slater pinches the bridge of his nose, then sticks his fingers in his ears. “I’m going to go smoke in the bathroom.”

“I’ll join you,” Don grimaces, “You coming, Pink?”

Turning to you sympathetically, he answers, “Sorry Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile, “I see you all the time.”

Nodding once, he stands for a few seconds more, then, as if snapping from his trance, he nods again, waving his goodbyes.

“Finally,” a familiar voice sounds from behind you. Turning to see the slightly taller boy you share locker spaces with, you smirk at him. “I thought they’d never leave.”

“Hey,” you smile, staring up at him.

“Hey,” he smiles down at you, his cheeks and ears going bright red. “Wanna dance?”

Pretending to think, you take up some time before agreeing, letting the boy lead you to a clearing on the dance floor. Giggling, you follow behind him, soon turning him around to wrap your arms around his neck. He follows in your lead clumsily, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying with the pace you set quickly.

“I never found them,” you breathe out as the song finishes, another slow song blaring in the overused speakers. Disappointment floods in your body again, coaxing you to wrap your arms tighter around his neck and lean your head on his chest, eyes to the floor.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a hand coming up to pet your head, the other pulling your waist closer.

“Well yeah. I haven’t seen any signs and no one’s come up to me,” your eyes start to water. You knew it was a stupid thing to cry about, but it wasn’t fair that someone had led you on. Someone had made you feel like something, then dropped you like a broken toy, a piece of trash.

“I’m not too sure about that,” he states, lifting your chin to meet his. “Y/N, I’m your Secret Admirer,” he smiles.

Eyes widening, you step out of his embrace, staring up at the boy. “No way.”

He only nods, looking back at you.

“No way,” you repeat, lifting your hands to delicately remove the mask from his face. “You-Y. Mitch? B-But?”

“I knew this was gonna happen...” he mutters, head drooping with his hands hanging at either sides of his legs defeatedly.

“Mitch!” you laugh. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you giggle some more, jumping up and down excitedly.

“What do you mean?” he asks, lifting his gaze to meet yours.

“I’ve liked you for years,” you laugh again.

Surprise flashes in his baby browns, staring back at you before he shares a laugh of his own. “No way,” he copies you.

You pull him in for a hug, kissing all over his cheeks, “Yes way.”

Pulling you into him once more, he captures your lips innocently. Breathless and so utterly happy, you kiss him back, only pulling back when your lungs beg you for air. “Happy Valentines Day, Mitch.”

“Happy Valentines Day, Y/N,” he smiles, pulling you in again.

#mitch kramer imagine #mitch kramer #mitch kramer x reader #dazed and confused #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused x reader #reader insert

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