#stares at my pile of notes for tomorrow’s exam

[paper-lilypie]

hi! so as people have said in the notes of the previous ask, the trick-or-treat thing refers to a post in which people are asking to trick or treat via people's asks. so then the owner of the blog can choose to trick (i've seen people respond with joking threats, memes, etc.) or give a treat (people respond with art, pictures of candy, etc.) it seems p nice!

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#ok ok ok #stares at my pile of notes for tomorrow’s exam #stares at tablet #ok #ok ok #now that I get it #I can maybe get a few of y’all later #THANK YOU FOR EDUCATING ME EVERYONE ILY #HAPPY SPOOPY SEASON #ask lily

[daveysmate]

𝗘𝘅𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gavin x Freelancer

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Freelancer is stressed and burning themselves out because of final exams and Gavin is there to help them relax

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1216

𝗰𝘄: some self doubt, a tiny bit suggestive? and I think that’s it’s bc everything is just fluff

𝗮/𝗻: Am I projecting bc I have 4 finals next week and I’m stressed out? Yes. Did I write this while I was in class? Yes. Should I have been studying instead of writing this? Also yes. (here’s the link on ao3 if you want to read it there instead)

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Freelancer sat in the kitchen with notebooks, worksheets, and study guides spread out all over the table. They stared at their notes, the same way they’ve been doing for the past half an hour, and yet it still didn’t make sense. They groaned in frustration and buried their face in their hands. It was finals week and everything seemed to be piling up on them. They were stressed, to say the least, they had multiple tests and everything felt like too much. They already had a low grade in the class they were currently studying for and if they failed the test then they wouldn’t pass the class. Their grade relied on this test and they were frustrated with themselves for not being able to understand it even though they had already gone over their notes several times. They’ve been at it since they woke up and they knew they should probably take a break but this was just too important.

Gavin could tell that they were stressing out, they looked tense, and he knew that they had been overworking themselves. He came up from behind them, kissed their cheek, and sat down on the chair next to them, “You’ve been studying for hours, deviant. Don’t you think it’s time to take a break?” he said while stroking their hair. “My final for this is in four days, Gavin. I can’t just stop, this is important,” they said, sighing, “I know it’s important and I know you have to study. But that’s not an excuse to overwork yourself. Have you even eaten or drank water today?” “I drank an iced coffee in the morning,” they replied, which received a scoff from Gavin. “Freelancer, we’ve been over this, coffee isn’t food. You need to eat and you need to drink water, especially if you’re going to be studying all day. Take a break, deviant,” he said, now caressing the inside of their thigh while leaning in to kiss their neck. “Gavin,” they whined and he smiled against their neck. “It's dinner time anyway, we can order food, lay on the couch, watch a movie, and cuddle,” he said and continued to kiss their neck while his hand started moving a little higher “among other things,” he adds and freelancer can practically hear him smirking.

Freelancer began to lean into his touch when Gavin pulled away and gave them a kiss on the forehead. Freelancer groaned, “Tease,” which earned a chuckle from Gavin “Seriously, Freelancer. You can’t keep burning yourself out like this. Otherwise, when you actually have to take the test, you’ll be too tired from studying that you won’t do as well as you would if you weren’t burnt out. C’mon, put the notes away,” “But, Gavin,” they began to complain, but he cut them off, “No buts. Just put it away. You can study all day tomorrow, as long as you take breaks, I’ll even help you,” he said and then whispered a “please”. Freelancer seemed to think about it and then gave in and gathered their things from the table, causing Gavin to smile.

In the time that it took them to gather their things, and put them away, Gavin had already ordered the food. “What did you order?,” freelancer asked, “The usual,” he replied “So, pizza?” they asked and Gavin confirmed with a nod. They sat together in the kitchen talking for a while before the doorbell rang, signaling that the food was there. Gavin went to go pay the pizza guy and freelancer had no idea what Gavin said to him but from their spot in the kitchen they saw that he turned a shade of bright red and when he left, Gavin came back holding the pizza, while smirking. “What did you say to him?” they asked and his smile only got wider “Oh nothing, just friendly small talk. Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He said and they began eating.

When they were done, they went to go sit on the couch and looked for a movie to watch, after a while of looking, they decided on rewatching the first Avengers movie. They were trying to pay attention to the movie but Gavin kept smothering them with cuddles and neck kisses, he was practically on top of them giving them a bear hug. They decided they couldn’t stay in that position or he would crush freelancer, which led to the position they were in now. Gavin was leaning on the arm of the couch while freelancer was sitting between his legs, leaning on him. He was holding them against his chest, running his hands up and down their back, while occasionally leaving kisses on the top of their head.

“See, isn't this better than studying?,” Gavin asked, Freelancer noded. “But you’re still tense, what’s wrong?” “I just can’t stop thinking about school, I’m so stressed out. What if I fail? I’m going to have to retake the class and that’s going to look horrible on my transcripts, not to mention, I'm going to fall behind on my other classes if I keep my focus on just this one and the other classes are important too. I don’t know what to prioritize right now and everything just feels like too much. I feel like no matter how much I try it’s just not good enough,” they say, holding on to Gavin a little tighter. “Oh, freelancer. You’re trying your best, you’re putting so much work and effort into it and that makes it good enough, whether you pass or not, which you probably will, you should be proud of everything you’ve done. And if it wasn’t already blatantly obvious, I’m proud of you and I love you,” he says. Sometimes freelancer felt as though they loved him so much and appreciated him so deeply that when he said things like that, they didn’t know how to respond. So, instead, they shifted their position to sit up a little and kissed him, slowly and sweetly. “I love you too, Gavin,” and with that, they went back to the position they were in before.

“You look tired. Do you want to go to bed already?,” “No it’s ok, I won’t fall asleep. I’m just resting my eyes a little,” they said, closing their eyes. Although, Gavin could tell that that probably wasn’t true, and lowered the volume on the tv. He continued running his hands up and down their back again, “All the stress will be over before you know it, you just need to make it through this week, I know you can do it. I believe in you, freelancer. You always underestimate yourself but you’re going to do good on your exam, I know you will. And after that, this will all be over. But right now I don’t want you to focus on that. Right now, I want you to be here with me. Keep your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat, and know that it beats for you, while I hold you close to me,” he says softly and looks down at freelancer, who was now peacefully asleep in his arms. “Sleep well, my love,” he said to them, giving them one last kiss on the top of their head before closing his eyes too. ✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺✧༺ ✧༺✧༺

𝗮/𝗻: Good luck to everyone who’s also stressing out over exams rn :)

#redacted asmr #redacted #redactedverse #redacted damn #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer

[hqshine]

Hey! It’s me again, I hope you’re well! May I request Kenma, Tsukki and Sakusa w/ a s/o who scratches their hand when anxious or having a panic attack. Sometimes when they scratch too hard it starts to bleed. I’m kinda self projecting- but let’s ignore that. 😅 I love you, please stay safe. And if this request stresses you out too much, please don’t do it. Your mental health is what’s important! 😚

— anxious s/o going through a panic attack —

characters: Kenma, Tsukishima, Atsumu

genre: comfort

type: headcanon

warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress, slight self-harming

note: hi guys, i’m back with this fic after about 130 days lmao. i’ve been going through tons and tons of stress and work because of national exams and i came back to this request and i really wanted to write it for the sake of you guys and myself. @haik-hero hi sweetie, thanks for requesting and waiting! i go through similar things so you’re not alone 🤎 there are more requests in my inbox but i won’t be able to complete most of them, i’m deeply sorry for disappointing you guys and especially to the people who requested. Please stay safe everyone ^^

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this was bad

you could feel how hard your hands were shaking, hear the sounds of your erratic beating and the horrible ache in your chest

stop stop stop stop

you chanted in your mind, desperately seeking some type of method to make it all go away

it was the piles of stress that you accumulated over the past few months, non-stop bickering with your family members, after school activities, homework, friends

you just wanted to stop, go away and never come back

You rubbed your arms up and down, unconsciously using your nails to scratch yourself

the pain, it was nothing but enjoyable

something that would temporarily distract you from all the negative clouds forming in your mind

You hid, curled into a small ball in the corner of your room, eyes filled with tears and hands covering your mouth as you hid your sobs

You were wearing Kenma’s hoodie, his scent enveloping you, giving you a slight sense of comfort and warmth

but it still felt so cold, so lonely, and everything seemed to stand against you

you were scared, afraid, heart filled with panic and you couldn’t see anything else

With blurry vision, you glanced down at the red marks beginning to form on your arm

someone please just—

Warm arms brought you out of your daze

breathing in the familiar scent of him, immediately helped to calm you down

You were too embarrassed to face him, weak you would describe yourself to be

you hid in his chest, letting the tears out as he rubs his hands soothingly up and down your back

“shhh..i’m here, don’t worry, i got you just let it out” kenma mumbled into your hair as he holds you

You must have forgotten the wii date that kenma had scheduled with you

seeing as you didn’t open up the door for kenma when he knocked several times, kenma immediately felt that something was amiss

realising the front door was unlocked, he slipped through, excusing himself while calling out for you

when he found you, curled into a ball, hiding as of you wanted the ground to just swallow you whole, his heart broke

and he immediately felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and protect you from whatever that was causing you to feel anxious

after an hour passed by, you sniffled, lifting your face from his warm chest and gently rubbed your eyes with your arm

you felt the sting as tears came into contact with your scratched up skin

Kenma placed a hand on your cheek, the other intertwining your hand with his

you nuzzled into his warmth, finally looking up at his eyes

you were nervous, he probably thinks you’re a burden now doesn’t he?

but as you stared into his eyes, eyes filled with worry, concern and love. You melt right into them

it brought more tears to your eyes and he gently pushed your face into the crook of his neck while you sat on his lap

“you’re not alone y/n, i’m here” he whispers, kissing the side of your face

he notices the scratches on your arm, but he doesn’t murmur a word, instead he brings your arm to his lips and softly kiss the red marks

when it starts to bleed, he’ll take care of it to the best of his abilities

just tries his hardest to take care of you

“i love you” it comes out sincerely, and he hugs you and eventually brings you to the bed to cuddle for the rest of the day

leaving his game console forgotten on the floor

you didn’t realise your shaky fingers were already pressing the numbers that you knew all too well

and you didn’t really know what to say when he picked up, voice deep and raspy like he had just woken up. Which was probably true. “babe? hello?”

well you expected it given that the time was two in the morning

you didn’t know how it escalated

you were surrounded with piles of homework, projects, essays

it was suffocating and too much

just too much

the stress was eating you alive and you couldn’t even hear yourself think

your breathing became more erratic as you struggled to catch your breath

it frustrated you even more when you couldn’t just couldn’t get a breath of air

your whole body was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do

on instinct, you found yourself dialing the person you had closest to your heart

“t-tsumu? i’m s-so sorry—i just..i d-don’t what to do—please” you managed to choke out as more tears welled up in your eyes

your heart was racing painfully and you could only listen to atsumu as he rushes for his hoodie and shoes, “y/n sweetheart, don’t worry, i’m coming, i won’t hang up and i’ll be there in five okay?” he rushes out

the only response you could give him was the sounds of strangled cries

you stay on call, listening to his pants and curses, his voice giving you some sort of comfort

you waited outside, squatting down on the pavement and looking out for your boyfriend

your nails start to scratch your arms nervously and you focus on the stinging feeling of pain

“y/n” atsumu rushes to you, his phone slipping out of his grip as he wraps his arms around you

the way you looked so scared and vulnerable, eyes red from crying and chest heaving up and down with abnormal speed made his heart twinge with sadness

he wanted to make it all go away, wanted to see your beautiful smile

he wraps his arms around your waist, gently rocking you from side to side as he listen to you cry

when your breathing still hasn’t recovered properly, he takes both of your hands

“baby, i need you to breathe with me okay?”

you nodded shakily and follow his breathing, taking deep and slow breaths, eventually calming down

atsumu presses his lips to the crown of your forehead, just rocking you till you eventually stopped crying

you raise your head to look up at him, his eyes were filled with worry and adoration

atsumu kisses your forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids and eventually your lips making you smile

“my favourite thing in this damn world” he mumbles smiling with you

he then bends down and grab your thighs, carrying you like a child as you hid in the crook of his neck

“time to get my baby some sleep, if you wanna talk about it, we’ll do it tomorrow” he says bringing you to your room

when he notices your red marks, he’ll tsk lightly at you but clean you up and then press more kisses to your arm

“Y/n i want you to follow my breathing okay? we can do it” tsukishima says in a surprisingly affectionate tone

your eyes were clouded with tears and your hands were nervously scratching your arms when tsukishima found you in your room

the two of you were supposed to study together but with all the stress from upcoming examinations, you felt yourself spiral into a world of nervousness and anxiety

your hands were shaking but tsukishima knew what to do, as he takes both hands into his and focus on you stabilising your breathing

when he notices that your breathing is now back to normal but your hands were still shaking, he gently slides you into his lap, cuddling you like a baby

“y/n? could you do me a favour and name me some things or colours you see in the room?” he says as he wraps his arms around you

this was how he eventually got you to calm down from all the negative feelings you were facing

you eyes were growing more heavy as you felt a wave of tiredness overtake you

hours spent on studying instead of getting a good night’s rest eventually caught up to you as you felt yourself dozing off in tsukishima’s arms

he shakes his head, “silly girl, don’t make me worry so much” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head

he lets you rest in his lap, as he gets his stuff out form his back and begin to revise with you in his arms

when you awoke, you’d realise he had left some study notes for you

#haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #tsukishima x reader fluff #tsukishima x reader angst #kenma x reader fluff #kenma fluff #hq atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader fluff #hq comfort #atsumu x reader comfort #kenma x reader comfort #tsukishima x reader comfort

[literaryobsession]

of maybes and yeses || prohero!bakugo x teacher!reader

summary: you meet the elusive Pro Hero Dynamight and find him warming up to you.

warning: in the later chapters, there will be mentions of bullying. there will also be angst. also cursing because...Bakugo

word count: 1031

chapters:  I , III , IV , V , VI

CHAPTER II

"ProHero Deku and Dynamight save the day again! What will we do without them?"

It has been a few days since Dynamight visited the school and things settled down finally, the students were more focused and determined to pass their upcoming entrance exams.

I brought home students' work so I can do them this weekend and I turned my tv on as white noise. As expected, the heroes were all over the news again, saving the day the way they always do.

Deku was being interviewed on-screen and Dynamight disappeared again. It was a known habit of the reclusive ProHero. He was very private with his life, it was so rare for him to allow the press to get a word out of him.

"Stay safe everyone!" Deku's cheerful voice filled my small apartment.

I paused from checking my students' grammar, staring at Deku's bright smile underneath his mask. He was the next symbol of peace, filling AllMight's big shoes. Ever since Deku and his peers entered the scene, Japan became more peaceful than it had been before. They worked as a unit, even as they came from different agencies.

Although I heard from the students that Deku was trying to set up his own agency, recruiting his friends. No one knows if it's real or not but it would be amazing to see them all in one agency.

The sound of the chips commercial brought me back to reality, that and the rumbling I had in my belly. Glancing at my wall clock and confirming my suspicions that dinner time has already come and gone, I needed food before I continued with work. I wanted to get these done before Sunday so I don't have to worry about anything else.

I put the papers away, carefully placing my pencil case on top of the pile, preventing them to fly away in a mess the way they did months before. That was a disaster, I lost so many papers then and could only retrieve them by doing a thorough search of every nook and cranny.

My fridge and cupboards were empty and I took a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow. I don't like going out too much and doing errands simply because school takes out so much of my energy already that I tend to pass out on my bed, dinner forgotten.

It was a good thing that I was living near a convenience store, I could get noodles and snacks quickly without wasting much of my effort.

I pulled on a large hoodie before heading out. Hoodies work well to hide my worn-out university shirt, just in case I bump into a student or two outside.

"Back again, L/N?" The cashier greeted me from her place.

"Can't be bothered to get groceries, you know me." I laughed awkwardly, trying to make small talk. The girl in the cashier was very friendly, offering me a few free goodies when I first moved to the area. She was usually assigned to the night shift when I would usually climb out of my hole to finally get something to eat.

I moved between the aisles, trying to figure out what exactly I was craving for that night. Usually, I just get noodles but there might be some kind of snack I haven't seen yet or haven't tried yet. I wasn't very into sweets and most of the snacks on the shelves were too salty for dinner. I dragged my feet back to the instant noodles area.

Apparently, there is one other person in the store with me, aside from the friendly cashier. He was tall, dressed in all black, and covered half of his face with a mask. Even behind that mask though, I can make out the sharp jawline he had. I shook my head, I don't want to come off as some weirdo staring at this random guy in the store so I moved and grabbed the first noodle pack I saw.

"Shit. Sorry." The blond guy apologized immediately as his arm bumped with mine. He was reaching for the same one, which when I noticed was the last one of its flavor. "You can have it." He grumbled softly, turning his eyes towards me. They filled with that hint of recognition when it dawned on him who I was, "Ms. L/N?"

I paused, "Do I know you?"

He rubbed his nape, "Yes, we've met before."

"Are you one of the boys from my class?" I guessed.

That isn't very likely, this big figure had such broad shoulders that I don't think he's even remotely close to fourteen - or even to any of the coworkers I had in school.

Right?

He stared at me, raising an eyebrow as though I should remember who he was but I don't.

"Ah, I get it. Older brother of a student! Are you Ando's brother? The one I talked to about his grades?" I tried to guess again but this simply made the tall stranger chuckle softly behind his mask.

Where have I seen those red irises before?

"Really Ms. L/N, for a young teacher, I didn't think you'd have such poor memory." He told me, amusement dripping from his every word. He took the last pack of the Buldak Bbibiimyeon from the shelf and offered it to me, "Here. You can take it. Don't know if you can handle it though."

"Of course I can, I love spicy noodles." I took the pack from him. Our fingers touched a bit, his skin was so warm. Too warm. "Um, thanks anyway. Even if I didn't get to recognize you."

"Mmm," He nodded, taking the other variant of the spicy noodles, "It's nice."

"Nice? What's nice?"

The blond stranger shrugged his shoulders and walked away from me, heading towards the cashier without so much of a goodbye. I stared at his back, wondering who he was.

I am so stupid.

I cursed myself when I finally realized and that was only because he turned his eyes to me again before leaving and gave me that nod - the same nod he gave me after his speech at school!

I didn't recognize the Dynamight!

#my hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero academia

[poony-madfoot]

Elixir to Induce Euphoria | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Draco helps you with a potions test and you two build a bond that you have unremittedly been wanting to since a long time.

Warnings: Swearing? No voldy! Oh, and even though this takes place in 6th year, Snape is still the Potions master. I really tried to write mean Draco BUT IM SORRY I FAILED MISERABLY so it's mostly soft boi malfoi. Fluff. THIS IS KINDA HUGE and half the time MC is just blushing but I MEANNNN it's Draco freakin' Malfoy so that should be justified.

A/N: UHM THANK YOU FOR 600 FOLLOWERS!!! this is something I wrote at 1 am, three nights in a row in celebration. it is totally random and please don't ask me what it is lollll

Gif credit

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"Oi, Potter! Care to make me an omelette with the eggs in your nest of a hair?", Draco seethed into the air as Blaise, Goyle and Pansy snickered annoyingly, while he wore a triumphant smirk for thinking of yet another clever insult to shoot at Harry. You were working in pairs and Harry was your partner. Right in front of you were Ron and Hermione, paired up and you were about to go over the ingredients for the potion that you were about to make today.

"You wouldn't need him for that, would you, you egghead?", called out Ron while Hermione shot a sharp glare at Draco. Everyone else in proximity just rolled their eyes at their never-ending banter.

Although his smirk faded a little at Hermione's intimidating stare, he narrowed his eyes and his lips curled up once again. "Defending your boyfriend again, Weasley? I thought you were dating Granger?" Ron was on his feet which is when you decided to step in.

"Oh, knock it off you two! It's been six years and you still throw the insults of sleasy 12 year olds at each other? Fucking grow UP!", your telling off came out louder than you wanted it to, alerting Snape who, you thought at this point, simply ignored any sort of playful drama that happened in your class anymore.

"Miss Y/L/N! Mr Weasley! Out of my class right this instant if you don't want to face detention!", sneered Snape from behind his desk, his dark hair disappearing into the black board behind him, making him look bald. The sight almost made you giggle, when you realised what he said.

"BUT PROFESSOR, MALFOY STARTE-" before Ron could defend, Snape spoke up again.

"Five points from Gryffindor, ten if you don't leave in three seconds."

"But, SIR-", you started.

"One."

"F-Fudge come on, y/n!" Ron tumbled a bit as he directed you to the door. You shot one piercing glare at Draco, to find him staring back at you with an expression you couldn't get yourself to read.

"Two."

You managed to give him a disgusted look as Ron pulled you away from your place and you both sprinted out the door.

"Merlin, I'm going to kill Malfoy! We missed an important class because of that foul little pigeon and Snape said the syllabus from today would be on tomorrow's test!" Ron complained with his red eyebrows pulled so close together and his ears flared in anger.

"Ron, you have got to stop calling back at Malfoy. You know he won't stop and it's a waste of all of our time. And look where it got us." You sagged your shoulders as you both plopped onto the couch in your common room. It was empty except for a few pets, as everyone were obviously in their classes.

"Whatever." Ron turned his head to a pile of books by the coffee table to the right. "psst!" He called, and Crookshanks emerged within seconds from behind the pile and strutted towards you two. It still amazed you how the boy who always repulsed Hermione's cat was now gently petting it as he pondered. "Think about tomorrow's test, y/n! We have got to get notes from somebody of the parts we missed."

"Well, I'm sure Hermione could give us her notes." You suggested.

"Uh, yeah, Y/N, let's ask the girl who writes five paragraphs about each ingredient for her notes right before an exam, why don't we?" replied Ron. You scoffed at his sarcastic tone but also nodded because it was true. You would never be able to read the whole recipe to the potion they were making in class if you took Hermione's notes.

"Harry? Oh, wait. I forgot he doesn't even make notes anymore. What is in that textbook of his anyway?" You wondered out loud.

Ron simply shrugged. "Dunno. The others are hopeless too. They all suck at potions. We're gonna fail, y/n! FAIL!" he cried.

"Jeez, calm down Ronald, I won't let us fail ofcourse! I will come up with a plan, I always do." You pull your head up slightly as a proud little smile dances on your face. "I will head out and brainstorm. Meanwhile, when you see Hermione just ask her to BRIEFLY explain to you about the potion so we atleast know the theory."

Ron rolls his eyes but soon nods in agreement. "Countin' on you, y/n. Don't disappoint me if you want that Chaser position this year."

You got up as you said, "Oh, I think I would be able to make it without your highness' generous recommendation, thank you very much!" You smiled sarcastically as you hopped out the portrait hole, knowing of the little pout that Ron was wearing behind you.

As you head out your common room and reach the corridors leading you to the classrooms, the chill of the evening begins to settle in. Potions was your last class that day and in just a few minutes everyone from your class would be out. You tuck your palms into your robes, and immediately regret not having your scarf or any gloves.

You nonchalantly head out to the courtyard, replaying your unfortunate banish from Snape and secretly cursing him for obviously showing favouritism for Draco, just because he was in Slytherin. Draco had lead you and your friends into trouble multiple times, yet he never fully interacted with you beyond that. And that's when you remembered his face while you were leaving the potions class. It's the same expression he carried whenever he looked at you lately, as apart from his regular icy blue glares he gave whenever he made a snide remark at Harry or Ron. You wished you could understand what he always seemed to tell you through those mysterious eyes of his.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard shuffling from a bunch of students, indicating that most classes for the day had been dismissed. You couldn't see Harry or Hermione, and assumed they headed to the common room to study for the test the next day. A bunch of Hufflepuffs in your year emerged into the courtyard, straight from class, and headed to their usual spaces beneath the pear trees to the far edge. You watched as a group of Slytherins came after and flopped onto the benches, significantly occupying the space that was deserted just 2 minutes ago. You sat at the stone edge of the stairs, facing away, to see if you could find anyone you knew who could help you out with your exam the next day.

You hear a repulsive laughter from what seemed like two boys and a much too familiar snicker from another. And then it hit you. Draco Malfoy, the one because of whom you were in this situation in the first place, was also one of the best students at potions. So if anyone should be helping you, it was him.

Turning around, you face the boys with a forced smile. When they see you, they stop in their tracks. Draco signals the other two to go on ahead and that he'd catch up soon.

"Y/L/N! Fancy seeing you here. Those were some peaceful two hours without you and Weasley in class." Draco approaches, playfully crossing his arms and grinning at you.

"Missed me Malfoy?" You didn't know why you said that. A faint glint of red creeped up along your spine as Draco let out a tiny scoff. But before he could say anything you quickly added to hide your awkward remark. "Besides, it's your fault. If you stopped being a child for five seconds, I wouldn't be missing the most important class of the term." you scrunched your nose slightly in annoyance.

"A child? I was just trying to bring in some fun. Your life would be so boring without me, love." The growing warmth in your face did not help. You were trying to reprimand him and here you were, the closest you've ever been to him, let alone have a one on one conversation with, and somehow words just seem to fail you. You bit your tongue at his nickname for you and began again.

"You know it was unfair of Snape to not have you leave with us!"

"Perhaps- well, when it happens next time, I'll make sure to follow you, Y/L/N." Malfoy bent over slightly to shoot his eyes straight into yours and his voice dimmed down a bit from its usual loud and flamboyant demeanor. You swore you could feel your stomach do a flip.

"W-when? There's no question of this happening again. I am better off being as far away from you while being in the same class as humanly possible."

Draco didn't seem to get the taunt, as his smile falted and he straightened himself up. You waited for him to say something but instead he was just studying you, standing there, his palms now in the pockets of his trousers.

"Uh-anyway, I think it's your responsibility now to catch me up to the material that I've missed on. You know, for the test tomorrow. I don't want to fail because of you."

And once again, his signature smirk appeared. "I'm not earnest like that, what's in it for me?"

You let out a scoff in disbelief, slightly smiling. What could you possibly give Draco Malfoy that he didn't already have? "I can do your charms essay if you want," you said sheepishly, regretting it immediately.

"Hmm. Too bad, I finished it already. Alright, how about this. I help you study for your potions test tomorrow and you will have to agree do one thing for me, no questions asked." His playful eyebrows made you think of all the worst things he could make you do. But something inside you was feeling rebellious enough to get into a shady deal with Draco Malfoy. You must be really desperate to pass potions, you thought.

"Fine. But I'm not doing any weird things. The moment I think you're being ridiculous, I am calling the deal off." you crossed your arms, expecting him to say that it wouldn't work that way. Instead, he just smiles.

"Sure. Shake on it?"

Your hand reached his without thinking. You felt like you were holding literal ice while you felt embarrassed by the noticeable shiver that made you clench your jaw at the contact.

"See you in the classroom at 1630," he said, like how your grandma would remind you of dinner. You smiled slightly and rolled your eyes.

"See you, Malfoy." He gave you one last smirk as he retreated and hurried down the stairs. You watched as his platinum blonde hair distinctly stood out among the sea of students. Wait, did the entire school always come to the courtyard after classes today?

At exactly 4:35pm, you found yourself slightly sprinting towards the potions classroom, your backpack clinging to your shoulder while you attempted to tie your hair up. You were late, you were at the Gryffindor tower while the potions classroom was almost at the dungeons, near the Slytherin common room. You assumed that Draco made his arrangements with professor Snape to borrow the class for that day, and seeing as he was his favourite student, he would've instantly agreed.

You did go to Ron to ask if he would come. Hermione was sitting beside him with her gigantic notebook in front, causing Ron to wear a rather troubled expression. But hearing that Malfoy was the one teaching, he refused straight away. "Are you mad, Y/N? I would rather fail than learn from Malfoy!", he had said. "Fine, but I would rather not. I will learn what I can and share with you, although I bet those notes are enough to get you through N.E.W.Ts, too". You grinned playfully as Hermione side-eyed you.

After getting down what seemed like a million flights of stairs, you finally reached.

"You're late." he said, hardly peering up from his cauldron. His shirt and tie hung loose and his hair was sharp little blades of ice that fell to his face. Your breath caught in your throat, but then you just practically ran from your common room so you thought that could be it.

"I- yes, sorry, dosed off for a bit." you admitted.

Draco looked up at you with a brazen smile, while he held up porcupine quills in his arms. He was already gathering ingredients for your session.

"So, I remember briefly what it was about, draught of living death, right?"

"Close. Elixir to Induce Euphoria," he said, unfazed.

"Wha- that's not even close!" you felt a little stupid. You actually weren't as bad. In all other subjects, you got pretty good grades and you hoped to even gain enough grades in your 7th year to qualify for the Auror exam.

Draco laughed lightly. Normally, he would jump at the opportunity to mock you whenever you said something stupid. Why was he not throwing insults at you?

"Draught of Living Death was taught last month. That, too, shall be there on the test tomorrow." he said as he extracted a few sopophorous beans from their pod.

You dragged yourself to the seat next to him and dropped over it, your shoulders sinking. "Well, then, looks like it won't be your fault if I don't pass tomorrow." you said begrudgingly with a tiny pout. There was no hope for you.

"Hey, I had to cancel on Quidditch practice to be here tutoring you. Do you think I would do that if I believed you couldn't catch on?" he raised his silver eyebrows at you, his lips parted in a slight smile.

You didn't know what it was, but watching Draco say that he believed in you had your chest pull up in a surge of confidence. An involuntary smile plastered on your face, as your cheeks tinted pink. "Thanks," you muttered and stood up to produce your parchment and quill to note down the history of the potion and the list of ingredients that Draco started lecturing you about.

Despite your differences over the years, Draco was a natural. You could see why he was so good at potions, he literally made you feel like a master yourself just by giving you all that information. His voice was no longer playful or sneering; it was bold, unruffled, and calming. Anyone could pay attention to it.

At the end of the session, you had two incredibly advanced and utterly beautiful potions wobbling in two small cauldrons in front of you. Your face was nothing but a huge grin, a smile as bright as the sunshine elixir itself. You couldn't stop staring at what you cooked, smiling brightly as you alternated between looking at your notes and your bubbling cauldrons.

"In my six years of taking this class, I had never had my potions looking this good!", you breathed through your smile that only seemed to widen. You looked at your tutor, and found him already looking at you, as he mimicked your sweaty brows and a satisfied smile. "Thanks, Draco!" you said as your eyes softened into his. His smile grew wider.

"Oh are we on first-name basis now?" he said cockily. "In that case, you're welcome, Y/N."

A gush of warmth seeped up your face and rounded your eyes. Your mouth twitched slightly upon hearing your name on his lips and your eyes fell down to your palms. You didn't want to admit it but you enjoyed the sound of your name in his voice quite a lot.

Your eyes searched back up for his and a comfortable silence encircled you two. This was so not natural. Was he always this charming? You were basically his arch rival for six whole years. How did that wash off?

You both started cleaning up and setting the ingredients back in their places. Draco doesn't say a word, so you begin. "Good luck with the exam tomorrow." You smiled a bit. He looked at you when you added, "though, you won't need any luck. You're bloody brilliant at this!"

"Complimenting me now? You better not start crushing on me, Y/N!" he smirked. Ah, there he was. Back to his loathsome teases. You rolled your eyes. "I would rather drink this," you pointed at the cauldron containing the Draught of Living Death potion. He scoffed and checked his watch. It was almost dinner. With a flick of his wand, both the cauldrons vanished of the potions you made and you heart light sank at seeing your creation disappear. "See you," he said before he picked up his bag and left.

It surprised you to find it, but you suddenly felt the air chill up with his absence. You quickly brushed it off when you realised you were really hungry.

In the common room, you saw Ron and sat down beside him to show him your freshly brewed positions in your vials. His eyes widened but he was unimpressed. "Sorry, but Hermione already agreed to help me with brewing my potion tomorrow. Thanks, y/n. Hope you and Malfoy didn't snog though." You gave him a taunting smile. "No need to be jealous, Ron, we didn't, he's all yours to snog. It was actually a great learning session for me and I feel much more confident now." You said as you got up to head to your dorm. "Yeah? Good for you, I guess. But don't forget that you're friends with us, not him!" He argued. "Gosh, relax. You're such a sissy sometimes." You scoffed as you started walking. "That's kind of sexist, y/n..." He called out after you but you were already skipping steps to reach your dorm.

That night in your bed, you couldn't stop thinking about your little class with Draco. You really weren't used to so much kindness from him. And then you felt a sadness build up in your chest, when you realised that you maybe were too clouded by judgement all the time to realise his true nature. Maybe he wasn't so bad to everyone else and you had to see his worst just because you always hung out with Harry and Ron. But the thought also excited you. Maybe you could get to know Draco for who he really was, after all.

Your exam was as breezy as a mid-summer afternoon. You were supposed to write the history of the "happiness elixir" and brew it. Harry peered over to your cauldron, eyes widening at the bright yellow liquid inside it.

"That's so impressive, Y/N! I'm almost jealous." He said.

You peered over to his pot and it looked identical to yours. "Thanks, Malfoy taught me, actually. You did amazing yourself."

Harry looked like he was just hexed. "M-Malfoy? When did that happen? A-are you okay?" He couldn't even hide the puzzled tone in his voice as it grew louder with each question.

"Calm down, Harry, I am fine. In fact, I have never felt so confident about potions until now." You said with a small and confident smile.

"Really? That's... well he's not on my list of best friends but that's brilliant for you, Y/N. I mean, Hermione and I've tried to teach you before but we were awful for you. How did it even happen?"

"I- Ron will catch up to you. And well, I suppose I just needed the right teacher." You blinked and looked over to the farther end of the classroom where Draco was turned around to talk to Pansy. He must've noticed your eyes on him for he looked at you almost immediately. You gave him a small smile and a wave. For a while, Draco didn't respond. He just stared at you and even with the distance, you could feel the gaze to be piercing through your face. And then, very subtly, the right end of his lips curled up, and then his left.

Your parchments were handed over and Snape dismissed your class. You signalled your friends to go on ahead. Ron rolled his eyes as the three of them left and you waited for Draco's friends to leave too. He saw you from his place and started walking towards you, and you two walked outside the class together.

"So much for wanting to be as far away from me in class as you can," he scoffed slightly and said, "I take that your test went well?" He asked with a harmless smirk on his face.

"Certainly. All thanks to you." You smiled a genuine smile and his hands were in his pockets once again.

"So, about that deal..."

"I am ready for your worst idea, Draco. But please, I am not going to do something that requires Harry to cough up slugs-"

"Come to Hogsmede with me this weekend."

"I- what?" Your hearing abilities had genuinely blanked out.

"Come with me to Hogsmede this weekend, Y/N." Your breath caught in your chest and blood gushed to your face.

"Um- o-okay but, why me?"

"We agreed to no questions asked."

"Y-yeah, yes, it's- yeah, okay, I'll be there, yup see you, sure." You nodded and then closed your eyes, embarrassed by the puddle of random words that you currently were. When you opened them, Draco was smiling.

"See you," He smiled softly, walking away as he picked up his eyebrows. It was something he did to seem nonchalant.

"Bye," you called out feebly and the moment he was turned, your eyes grew wide at the realisation of what happened, as you froze on the stop. 'oh, Godric...' you sprinted with your head down to your common room. There was a warm sensation building up in your stomach and your little run did not help. You scrammed to your room, avoiding the calls from Harry and Hermione in the common room. You dropped your bag to the floor beside your bed and dashed to the bathroom. The cold water on your face finally cooled you down from your array of emotions. You knew sleep would hardly come that night, so you just lay under your warm sheets, thoughts running brazen in your head. Did Draco Malfoy, the boy who had been enemies with your best friends since you were 11, just ask you out? And even worse- you couldn't wait to see him?

But also, a part of you couldn't help but to wonder if all of this was an elaborate prank to embarrass you. You didn't want to believe that, but years of rivalry between your friend groups made you think that way. You shut your eyes to ignore the uncomfortable feeling resting in you, and gradually slipped into sleep.

Saturday came after what seemed like forever. You were not used to this anticipatory, exciting feeling, especially not for Draco. But, you were feeling much more confident than usual. You decided to dress comfortable to feel your best self. You quickly put on your favourite sweater and a loose pair of jeans with comfy shoes.

Draco met you at the entrance to the castle. "Good Morning," he smiled. He was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled back. His hair was not perfectly gelled back like always. It parted slightly to the left and loose strands fell off on either sides of his forehead. His palms were tucked away in his trousers as usual.

"Morning," you smiled as your eyes narrowed to him. It was pretty early and you both still carried the just-woke-up demeanour of puffy cheeks and drooping eyelids. Your friends decided to stay in for the Saturday as Gryffindor team had their last Quidditch meet before the tryouts for the year. The event that was to come next week made you nervous but you quickly pushed it away.

"See you, Draco," a sharp voice cut through the air between you two. Pansy and Blaise were marching towards the carriages that led to Hogsmede, hand-in-hand. You gave them a slight smile and quickly retreated seeing that they would never return it. "Y/L/N." Blaise acknowledged sternly as Pansy rolled her eyes. You nodded and they were gone in seconds.

Draco watched you as you looked past them, your eyes slightly wide and lips softly pressed together. "Er- sorry about that, they have not the best manners." he said.

"Oh, no, I get it. This must be weird for...many people." You paused before you raised your eyebrows at him. "...is it?" you almost whispered, wondering to yourself more if Draco thought your little "date" was weird too.

"No, but you know what is? That sweater." he pointed at your colourful striped sweater that was buried beneath your thick coat and grinned.

"Wha- hey! my grandmother made this, and I love it!" You said defensively- Draco let out a laugh- as you clutched onto it as though shielding it from Draco's mean words but ultimately let out a short laugh too.

Hogsmede was its regular cheery self. Students were everywhere and the shops were buzzing with laughter and leisure. Draco and you talked about anything and everything. He liked vanilla cake, you learnt. You told him about Mangoes. He was going to get a bike the next summer, he told you. You told him about you saving to get yourself a new broom. "Wait, you play? How come I never saw you?" he had asked.

"I mostly play for fun. My brother was a Chaser. He taught me. I..." you hesitated and went on knowing you weren't going to stop talking at this point, "I was actually thinking of trying out next week for the team," you knit your palms together. "But I am just not sure..." your voice trailed off, eyes landing on your cup of butterbeer in front of you.

Draco studied your expressions. He did that quite often, you noticed. "Well I, for one, wouldn't mind getting a strong contender for my Chasers in you." You looked up at him. He continued on a slightly more serious tone, "You know, I know people think that all I do was destined for me to do, to protect my family's reputation. But, Quidditch was something I wanted to be good at by choice. My father did not have to tell me to." Draco looked at his hand that was resting on the table while his other was perched up against the back of his chair as he sat in a lounged position. You raised your eyebrows as your eyes softened at Draco Malfoy sharing something personal with you. He went on, "I just practiced relentlessly until I was good enough to be the best in my team. It's the one thing I can truly call mine." He looked up at you, as though anticipating a teasing remark or a dismissing laugh.

"I had never admitted it, probably because Ron would hit me with a bludger if I did, but I always admired your game." You smiled up at him. "I can see why you're saying it's your own thing. I can see every bit of your true self in the way you play, now that I know you slightly better." A blush crept across your cheeks. "If anyone can own their game, it's you, Draco." You said firmly with a reassuring voice.

When Draco relaxed to your words, you realised he could be holding his breath while awaiting this reaction from you. He smiled widely and he leaned forward, looking into you eye-to-eye. "You should do it, Y/N." He continued watching your questioning face, "Tryout, for the team. For what it's worth, you could finally be able to do something you might be holding on to for long." He said, his voice softening at the end. He returned your smile.

You felt a surge of confidence in you. "Thanks, you're right. I am going to tryout. Harry might soften in on me, who knows?" you grinned cheekily.

Draco's smile faltered a bit and before you wondered if you had said something wrong, he said, "If you're going to ask me to coach you again though, I might not do it for free this time," he gave half smile and took a sip of his butterbeer.

You scoffed, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Malfoy, and excuse you, I am currently paying you for tutoring, with this date, am I not?" The words slipped out of your mouth before you could register them. You turned purple with embarrassment. Why couldn't you just shut up for once?

"Well then those hours tutoring you yesterday, were not a bad investment for me," He said. You pulled your eyebrows slightly and smiled sheepishly at his odd choice of words but you have him some space. It's not like you guys were together, you were still constantly teasing, although quite harmlessly now. Which honestly did not bother you to the slightest.

Draco noticed a slight discomfort and changed the subject. You learnt about his favourite books, widely gaped at him admitting he read muggle fiction sometimes, and then shared your reading list with him.

You went to the bookshop, the new arcade (where he got extremely competitive but somehow you always ended up winning the last rounds), and ate some more until it was almost sundown and you had to leave.

By the time you had reached Hogwarts again, it was twilight and almost completely dark. The full moon cycle had begun and the it was a clear autumn sky. Draco and you walked up the steep slope to the castle side by side. It wasn't dinner time yet and curfew wasn't until long so you really didn't want to go. You easily had the best day than you did in years, and as the day came close to an end, you just not want to let go. What if the next day you wouldn't be able to spend as much time with Draco? The thought taunted you. It pained you to realise that beyond this day, Draco and you could be back to being worlds apart. You had different friends who hardly got along, your houses were infamous archrivals of each other, you were nearly not as good looking as all the girls you had seen him with over the years, heck, you didn't even know if he was actually into you. If there even was anything that was to start between you two, how would it ever work?

Your thoughts got the best of you while you absentmindedly strode along uphill, when your left foot crashed into your right heel and you lost balance. Draco was quick enough to catch you by your arm and set you back up straight. His hands were as cold as ever and his silver rings made it worse. But somehow, his touch always seemed to warm you up.

"Thanks," you muttered.

"Y/N, do you want to sit up by the lake for a while? If you're not getting late, that is." You could hear a hopefulness in his voice that you just could not refuse.

"Sure. If you think I have Saturday night plans, you clearly know nothing about me." You joked. He let out a small laugh.

"I hope I can change that," he said, pulling you towards the Black Lake.

Draco Malfoy under the evening's moonlight was a sight you wouldn't forget in a lifetime. He sat up, supported by his palms on the ground and one of his legs was folded while the other straightened out to the lake. You were seated beside him with your legs crossed, lightly playing with the grass. This allowed you to fully take in his features.

The moonlight danced off of his platinum blonde hair as though it was her stage. Its loose ends that dangled over his forehead resembled blades of grass that could cut through fingers but something told you that they would be deceptively soft to touch. His batting eyelashes were lighthouses to his glistening eyes, which held the depths and mysteries of far off seas. His lips were a malicious tease to your drying throat. You felt a tugging in your chest- a longing to know all his darkest secrets and love him for them.

You knew Draco knew that you were looking at him, but you didn't pull away your gaze. "What did you think when I asked you to come to Hogsmede with me?" He asked into the air in front of him.

The question took you back slightly but it wasn't unexpected. "Honestly, I thought you were going to pull a prank on me to embarrass me or something," you quickly added before he could respond, "but I'm sorry for thinking that. I had the best day ever with you, and-"

Draco nodded, cutting you off, "No, it makes sense that you would think that. Me asking you out out of the blue like that. You-uh, you must think I'm still the same bully from all these past years." His gaze dropped down and even though it was dark, you could see the frown on his face.

"Draco?" You called him so he would look at you. When he does, you decided to tell him all of your most truthful thoughts about him. "We didn't really have a good start. But, with all this sorting into houses, forcing 11 year olds to choose their friends to last a lifetime, blood prejudice-" you notice his slight wince at the term- "these things mess with a child's mind and we all tend to make choices we wouldn't later be fond of. I'm not perfect either and neither is Harry. He gets mad at his state of events and says mean things too." You move ever so closer to him. "My point is, yes I did think of you as a b-bully back then but lately, even before you tutored me on potions that day, I couldn't help but realise that we're all spiteful against each other because even if we know that we don't mean to, we have been taught to be this way since the beginning and some of us just don't know how to stop."

You paused to take a breath and read the colour of his eyes. He was just staring blankly at you. "And- and that's why, I tried to look at you differently this past week. So far, you have been nothing but the sweetest, most normal teenager I've ever interacted with. If this is who you are, you have nothing to worry about." You breathed the softening air between you and Draco.

"Been thinking about me that much, have you?" He smiled his playful little smile.

"There he is," You laughed back.

He lay one of his palms on yours as he turned towards you, his eyes taking in your whole face. A light smile took appearance on his face. You smiled back at him, a warm sensation flowing in from his touch. You felt like if you broke eye contact now, it would cause a sound as loud as a thunder rumbling.

"I've fancied you for a long time now, Y/N." He admitted. "I still pick on your friends only to get your attention. I just didn't think you would talk to me otherwise." You could see the sadness in his voice.

"R-really? Well, I fancy you too, Malfoy." You giggled.

Draco's eyes glinted with moisture. He pulled himself closer and pulled his palms to your cheeks, his hair almost touching your forehead. They were slightly coarse from being in contact with the grass underneath, but you felt your heart do a back flip at his gesture. Mountains of eagerness erupted in you and you quite enjoyed the adrenaline.

"If I kissed you right now, would you say this is my worst idea?" You could feel his warm breaths on your lips. At this point, none of the questions in your head mattered. This is what you both needed, you thought. You would explain to the universe later.

"a close second only to slug-barfing." You joked. Draco laughed heartily and you watched as the ends of his eyes crinkled in three adorable folds while his blue eyes glimmered through the evening light.

Draco leant forward ever so slightly, when you interrupted. "Wait! Uh- Elixir to Induce Euphoria!"

"What?"

"I didn't want the last word I said to be 'slug-barfing' right before we kissed."

Draco chuckled and closed the distance between you two. It felt like it liberated you from lifetimes of displacement and confusion. Your hands shot up to the sides of his jaw and the nape of his neck. You could feel his hair soften into your fingers. His lips hungrily searched for every sense of belonging you seeked from him and he readily gave it all. Your lips parted at his movements and his tongue made its way into you, opening you up to a whole other universe of assurance. You brought your hand behind you to the ground for support, but it wasn't enough to keep you up. Soon he was on you, as the kiss grew as passionate as it ever could. You finally pulled off, both of you gasping for air.

"Aren't you my sweet little Sunshine Elixir, right here?" he whispered into your ear as your cheeks coloured blue into the night.

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A/N: *inhales and falls to the ground with a deep exhale* that- IDK it was originally not supposed to be so intense. But I just thought about Draco without voldy just as a kid who first got into bullying people around because his family reinforced his mind to be a certain way that comes with being born in a rich and privileged family. But I really think draco is not that kind of a person. I mean obviously in canon he realises that when he doesn't want to be a death eater like he's forced to but in a more realistic life scenario, people like him often just need another chance to mend their ways and be looked at for who they really are. This was my take on that. I could've written more but y'all would've sent a bludger my way had I made it any longer. Oh, and at the beginning, I tried to add in a few Ron and Hermione relationship aspects like how he pets Crookshanks and that "your highness's generous recommendation" was because Ron was Weasley-is-our-king keeper on the team.

ALSOOO THE OUTFIT of mc was super cute and I wanted her to be wearing those braids too but uhmm that required her to have long hair and you might not have it so YOU DO YOU CHILDREN WEAR WHAT YOU WANT TO YOUR DATE WITH SOFTY MCMALFOY. Coming to Draco's hairstyle I didn't really know how to describe it but I meant something like this:

YAYA Cha Eun-Woo supremacy 😌 sry off topic, but yeah that was the hairstyle I had in mind for weekend Draco. There's actually TONNES of fan art depicting draco in this EXACT hairstyle but I wanted to share a real person picture.

ALSO WE STAN A CASUAL WHITE SHIRT HANDS-IN-POCKETS DRACO FOREVER.

anywayyyy feedback is always welcome. My asks are open to anonymous asks too please do not hesitate to drop in messages. I will surely be writing more malfoy content in the future but I just don't know when. BUT the next part to Railroads is coming pretty soon so all my Remus stans HANG IN THERE. If you want to be added to my TAGLIST, just let me know. I don't have one yet but I'm planning to make one based on responses. Chile anyway sO see you next time!

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 4}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

Word Count: 2550

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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– God of light, prophecy, inspiration, poetry, the sun, music and arts, medicine and healing

Aelin tried to convince herself that she got up and got ready two hours early for class because of her busy schedule. She kept telling herself it was for the meeting she had with her advisor, about a possible internship at the end of the semester.

She knew that both reasons, while extremely important, were full of shit. She knew she’d showered, blow dried and curled her hair for Rowan. It wasn’t that she was trying to impress him. She’d already done that and the chance she had to be with him had come and gone.

No, now it was about proving to him that even though this class may be a gen ed, she was taking it seriously.

Dropping the class had crossed her mind. She really didn’t need to take it, she could still find a different one to pick up. But she didn’t want to think about the sort of impression it would leave about her.

If there was anything to know about Aelin Galathynius, it was that she was not a quitter, nor did she run from her problems.

Or heartaches.

With one last look in the mirror, and a whistle from Lysandra, Aelin was out the door and hurrying across campus. She grabbed a coffee on the way, but avoided her usual place, knowing full well that Rowan enjoyed the same famous cafe that she did.

He wasn’t there yet when she got to the hall, but she took the same seat she had the class before.

She wondered if Rowan would be looking for her this time.

She quickly shook the thought away.

With her hot coffee on the corner of her fold up desk, she was pulling out her notebook and a pen, waiting anxiously for class to begin.

For him to walk through the door.

Apparently he liked to be right on the dot, though, because students continued to wander in, but he did not.

She was tapping her pen against her notebook, doing her best not to stare at the clock. She was just anxious for her day to start. It wasn’t that she wanted to see Rowan.

Professor Whitethorn, she amended in her head. She had to quit thinking of him as Rowan. She couldn’t think of him like that anymore, his body pressing into hers, lips on her neck, as he—

Shaking her head, Aelin sighed and suddenly realized that the rest of the class had hushed. She was so focused on reprimanding herself for her highly inappropriate thoughts that she hadn’t noticed him come through the door and begin setting up for class. When she dared to glance towards the front, she found his eyes on her. He quickly looked away, going back to his laptop and setting up the PowerPoint on screen.

Maybe he hadn’t been looking at her.

Maybe it had all been in her mind.

But she didn’t think it had been.

He had been watching her.

“Happy Thursday, class,” he began, as the title page of his presentation flashed onto the board. “Glad to see you all showed up again. Must mean my first class didn’t suck.” Quiet laughter thrummed through the room. Aelin couldn’t muster a laugh, though. “On Tuesday, we covered the basics. So, today… Sorry, we’re doing that again.”

More laughter, especially from the pretty, flirty girls up front.

Aelin couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Which, when she settled her eyes back on Rowan, he definitely saw.

Come on, get your shit together, she chastised herself. With her back straightened, she gave him her full attention.

She took dutiful notes, but his slides didn’t hold much in the way of information. They were mostly headers, with a few bullet points. Most of the important information, information she knew would be critical for homework or exams, came straight from Rowan’s mouth.

It was clear that he loved mythology, that it wasn’t just a class his aunt had tossed his way and told him to figure it out. He was a trove of knowledge and she noticed he had a habit of going on slight tangents when he got going on a topic he was clearly interested in.

After a student asked him to clarify what he meant about Hercules not being Zeus’ only son, he ended up talking for nearly twenty minutes about what the beloved Disney movie had gotten wrong. Aelin had stopped taking notes and was watching him go on and on about how Hades, while god of the underworld, was not necessarily a villain. He just had a job to do. A job that had rules that must be followed, or the consequences could damn not only him, but others involved. His eyes found hers again and the amused smile on her face fell as she made the correlation between their own situation and the story.

They held each other’s gazes for far longer than was appropriate, and Rowan cleared his throat, going back to the PowerPoint, and the  predetermined lesson plans he’d made, which didn’t include children’s movie breakdowns.

She watched him.

She listened.

And she found it all fascinating. 

Rowan peeked at the clock after going on and on, and stilled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I guess I’ll end there. There is an assignment due by tomorrow evening. You can find and submit it online. It’s an opinion piece. I want a little insight as to why you were so interested to take this class, or what you’ve found fascinating so far.” He sat on his desk, his legs hanging over the side, his feet nearly touching the ground as he leaned back on his palms. Aelin found it charming. “You’re going to write a short essay telling me of your favorite deity. It could be one I’ve talked about so far, or one I haven’t. It’s your choice. But, tell me why they are your favorite. Give me a little depth. And, remember, this is a college course. Grammar counts.”

The clock struck nine-thirty and everyone began packing up. Aelin had been so captivated by his voice that she had to snap herself back to reality.

She quickly packed up her bag, alongside the other students around her. She noticed then how young they all were, and she was willing to bet that she may be the only senior on the roster. As she was descending the stairs, she found Rowan’s eyes on her again, but he looked away as his attention was taken, thanks to the group of girls who’d been sitting in the front row. She heard vague questions of whether they could all write about Aphrodite, since they all related to her.

The scoff Aelin thought she’d kept to herself had apparently been out loud, since not only Rowan looked at her as she passed, but so did the three girls. With his attention on her again, she decided to give him a little wave.

“See you later, Professor Whitethorn.”

If there was some extra sway to her hips, it wasn’t on purpose.

At least that’s what she told herself.

Two and a half hours later, Aelin was starving. She’d just gotten out of an extremely complicated lab and she could barely focus over the growling of her stomach. Twice, the instructor had looked over at her, half expecting to find a dog stashed under the table she was working at.

So when the class let out, she was hurrying toward the cafeteria ready to get a salad from the salad bar and a big ass slice of pizza.

It was all about balance. 

As she was waiting in line to fill her plate with salad, she heard a voice behind her.

“Are you actually getting lettuce or just filling your plate with ham, cheese, and croutons?” 

Aelin looked over her shoulder to find Chaol, her ex, suppressing a smile.

Aelin chuckled. “If it’s the same price, you may as well pile up on the good stuff.” 

Chaol gave her a small smile. “Fair enough. It’s good to see you, Aelin. You look good.”

Things hadn’t ended the best between her and Chaol, but that had been just after freshman year. At least now when they ran into one another, they could have nice little conversations like this one.

No hard feelings.

“You too,” she said, and he did. He’d been in an accident the year before. They weren’t sure he was going to walk again. In all honesty, it was just good to see him on his feet.

“How long until your class?” He asked, sliding his tray along behind hers.

She glanced down at her watch. “About forty five minutes. You?”

“This is my long break,” he sighed. “I’ve got an hour and a half, but didn’t feel like leaving campus. Want to have lunch with me?”

“Sure.” Her smile wasn’t forced, it was easy and she was glad they could even do this, when three years again, they could barely be in the same room.

“I assume you’re getting a piece of pizza after this,” Chaol said with a smirk, nodding towards her plate. “So I’ll grab us a table while you get the rest of your lunch.”

She scoffed but nodded, and went off to get a slice of pizza. When she ordered her pizza, she also got a slice of cheesecake. It was his favorite, something she hadn’t forgotten, but it didn’t hurt that she liked it, too.

Finding him in the cafeteria, she sat down at the table across from him. “How’s Yrene doing?”

He blushed, and Aelin had to admit it was adorable. After his accident, he’d fallen for his physical therapist, and she was just as smitten with him. It must have been all the one-on-one sessions, because Chaol had never been one to let someone in. Aelin had met Yrene early in her med classes, but Yrene had specialized in PT and graduated in less than three years, taking as many classes as she could manage and even studying through the summers as well.

“It’s going good,” he said, at last. “We, uh, just moved in together, actually.”

Aelin lifted a brow. “That was fast.”

Chaol shot her a look.

Aelin laughed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, good for you. I like Yrene. A lot. You two are good together.”

Chaol cleared his throat before taking a bite of his salad. “Thanks.” 

Aelin chuckled, taking a bite of her pizza.

Chaol blinked. “What?”

“You get so uncomfortable when it comes to feelings,” she said. “Always have.”

His eyes narrowed at her. “That’s not true.”

Aelin stopped mid-chew and raised a brow.

Even Chaol couldn’t help but chuckle at the expression. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What about you? Seeing anyone?”

Aelin hesitated, then said, “No.”

A slow grin appeared on Chaol’s mouth. “Didn’t sound so sure about what one.”

Aelin shrugged. “Better be nice or I’m not sharing this magnificent cheesecake with you.”

Holding up his hands in placation, Chaol went back to his salad. Rowan was a dangerous topic, one she wouldn’t share with anyone but Lysandra, so she summed it up quickly. “Met someone I thought I hit it off with. Turns out we didn’t work.”

He slowly nodded. Aelin knew he’d had a couple failed relationships between her and Yrene. “I get it, I’m sorry. Still sucks.”

Shrugging again, she turned to her salad. “It happens. Not a big deal. So if you’re living with Yrene, does that mean you and Dorian broke up? Or is he playing house with you, too?”

Chaol leveled her with a look. Chaol and Dorian had been best friends long before they came to the University of Orynth. They were both from Adarlan, both trying to get away from overbearing fathers, and decided college across the country was the way to do it. They’d been roommates every year and Aelin couldn’t even imagine Chaol living with anyone except Dorian. But now he was. “He moved into an apartment with Manon this semester when I moved in with Yrene.”

Aelin blinked. “Blackbeak? He moved in with Manon Blackbeak?”

Nodding, Chaol went on. “Apparently, they’ve been dating for about a year, without anyone noticing.”

Something in the way he said it told Aelin that he had noticed, but when Dorian had his mind set on something, there was no stopping him. And apparently, he’d decided to date one of the most terrifying women on campus.

Aelin’s response was eloquent. “Wow.”

Chaol grinned. “I like it when you’re caught off guard. It’s satisfying.”

With a scoffed she nudged his leg with the toe of her sneaker. “Well, I don’t. Dorian will be getting a very angry phone call this afternoon.”

“I’ll be sure to give him a warning,” Chaol promised.

Aelin chuckled, taking the last bite of her pizza. “It’s good to see you all happy, though. Really.”

Chaol’s eyes softened. “Thanks, Aelin.”

She nodded. “Even if I am terrified that Dorian will get eaten alive.”

Chaol laughed, and she had forgotten how nice Chaol’s rare, hearty laugh was.

She meant it. She was so happy for them, both of them. It was interesting how things changed over the course of a few short years.

Their conversation continued, as did the laughs, and before she knew it, Aelin glanced down at her watch. She had less than fifteen minutes to haul ass back to the nursing building for her next class. Chaol, who had much longer to sit with nothing to do, assured her that he could handle her trash and told her to get to class. With a hug, and a promise that they’d have dinner soon, all of them, even Manon, Aelin was hurrying out of the cafeteria building.

Somehow, the entire time she’d been having lunch with Chaol, she hadn’t noticed the set of pine green eyes watching her.

Rowan’s own break had been at the same time as hers, but the gen ed building was much closer than wherever she was having to run off to, so he had longer to sit and— there was no denying it— brood. They were halfway across the room, so he couldn’t hear any of their conversation. He had no clue who the tall man was she smiled at so often, but clearly they were very familiar with each other with how easily they talked. And he made her laugh. A lot.

Rowan wasn’t sure why that was what grated on his nerves the most, but it unsettled him.

Seeing Aelin with someone else, someone clearly her own age, it all unsettled him. He didn’t like it. Almost as much as her parting words in class had.

See you later, Professor Whitethorn.

It’s like she was mocking him, yet at the same time, she clearly wasn’t. She was doing exactly as he’d asked of her, seeing him as her professor, not as her boyfriend.

No, he reprimanded himself. Not boyfriend. Hookup.

They’d had sex one time, that didn’t give either of them any claim over the other. It was a hookup and nothing more. And she was his gods-damned student.

She was off limits, in every way possible.

Yet he couldn’t figure out why seeing her with someone else, someone she should clearly be interested in instead of him, had him seeing red.

#rowaelin #rowan #aelin #fanfic #fanfiction #tog #throne of glass #modern au #professor au #college au #sjm #snacmc collab #snelbx x tacmc collab

[sapnoopy]

Second Place. ;; Dream x Reader

genre: angst, soulmate au, enemies to lover au.

Will be split into two parts! ^^

Clay and I would always compete over the smallest thing. Whether who can read a book faster, or who can eat the peas on our plate faster.

As we grew older, it mainly became academics and our athletic skills. But I was always second place. Sure, second place doesn’t sound bad, but I hated how Clay was better than me.

My friends and the girls around talks about if they’ve met their soulmates or what kind of mark was on their arm. It was great listening and all, but I had more stuff to focus.

My ear catches a familiar laugh glancing at the dirty blonde hair sitting on the table, fooling around with his friends. I didn’t get it. I knew I studied more, I practiced sports more, but how is he better than me? Natural selection at its finest I guess.

I peeked at my arm seeing the mark for the 50th time. The mark was a smiley face.

Putting my focus on my notes, The bell rings and everyone goes back to their seats. The teacher enters the class holding a pile of papers.

"Goof afternoon students! Hope you're having a wonderful day. Anyways, I have a announcement for you guys! We will be having a big test in two weeks!"

Groans and the sound of disappointment fills the room.

Sighing, I listen to the teacher explaining how this is a big part in our grades. The teacher ends explaining, and starts with the lesson. Feeling a buzz in my pocket, I check my phone seeing that I got a text from Clay.

Clay: Our parents planned to have dinner together. Its at 7pm.

Me: kk.

Since we live next to each other, our parents get along. Here comes the getting compared time.

Stomach filling with dread, I focus on class while having a familiar pair of eyes on me.

Time passes, I enter my house noticing no ones at home heading straight to my room. Throwing my bag to the corner of my room, I flop onto my bed and groaning in exhaustion.

I hear a light scratches on my window lifting my head of to see Patches, Clay's cat. Putting a smile on my face, I crawl to the window opening it letting the cat come in.

"Hey Patches! How are you doing today?"

Rubbing onto my body I get a meow as a response. A giggle comes out of my mouth patting her.

Patches comes to my room after school sometimes for us to cuddle and take a nap. She basically became my emotional support.

I lay down opening my arms indicating her lay down with me. I check the time seeing it's 4pm thinking I have enough time to take a nap and get ready. Yawning, I gave Patches pats and fell into deep slumber.

Waking up to the cold air hitting my face, I've noticed I forgot to close the window and noticed Patches was gone. Slightly disappointed, I checked my phone noticing the texts from Clay.

Clay: Is Patches at your place?

Clay: We're going to the restaurant together. come out at 6:30.

Clay: I'm coming in in 35 more min.

Checking the time, my eyes widen and I immediately pop out of bed running to the showroom starting the shower and stripping. I have 30 more minutes. Taking a quick shower and popping out wrapping my body in a towel I dash to my closet grabbing a gray dress. Getting changed, doing make up, yada yada all that shit.

I check the time noticed I have 3 more minutes. Grabbing stuff that I need I head downstairs going out making sure the door is locked.

"Nice. You had 14 more seconds." I hear a voice and a car that was started up.

"Shut up." I mutter rolling my eyes heading to his car opening the door and entering into the passenger seat.

Clay does the same, putting on his seatbelt and starts to drive.

Silence fills the car and my eyes are looking outside. I've noticed the same pair of eyes again staring at me making me sigh.

"Can you like, not? Stare at me? Do I look that bad?" I grumbled.

"No no. Quite the opposite. You look stunning as usual."

Heat covers my ears punching his arm getting a small 'ow' from him.

"What's wrong with you?? You ate something weird today?"

"Hey, am I not allowed to compliment or two?"

"It's just weird to get one from you."

"Okay, okay."

Our conversation ends and I look back at the window. The window reflects on Clay making me notice how good he looks. Gasping at the sudden thought of mine, I slapped myself getting a questioning look from him.

"You ok there?" He asks.

"Yeah just thinking of something. Don't mind me."

"Okay. We're almost there by the way."

We pull up at the restaurant, entering the place trying to find our parents who seemed to already be drinking. We head to our parents who finally sees us.

"Good evening Clay and Y/N! Very glad that you join dinner today. Sit down, it'll be rude to stand forever." My father exclaims.

Clay pulls a seat for me to sit in giving him small thanks. He sits down next to me grabbing a menu for us to see. Trying to see the menu more better, I get closer to Clay getting a smell of eucalyptus from him.

Picking a dish from the menu, I called for the waiter telling her what I'm ordering. Clay proceeds to do the same. The waiter leaves our table and my mother coughs getting our attention.

"So Y/N and Clay. How was school today? Anything exciting?" She asks.

"Not much ma'am. Our exams are getting closer so we have to start preparing for it." Clay replies, getting a smile from her. She looks at me suddenly changing of how she stares.

"I wish my daughter was smart as you. Always getting second place, at worst third place, what a shame. I wish you were my son instead." She laughs.

I chew my cheek in discomfort. Clay awkwardly laughs trying to say something but I stop him by lightly bumping my leg at him.

The atmosphere slightly gets awkward but Clay's father starts talking about the economy which really helps. Our food comes and we finish it peacefully without any commotion.

"Clay, we plan to go to a bar after this. Please bring home Y/N safely ok? Don't be up to late and I'll see you tomorrow." His mother pats his shoulder and he nods.

I give my farewell to the adults and head inside the car. Clay starts up the car driving back. Our ride back was very quiet but a nice quiet. We get there and I leave the car thanking Clay.

"Wait." he stops me.

"What's wrong?"

"I- nothing. Good night."

Slightly confused, I give a good night back entering the house heading to my room. I get changed and as soon as I was about to head to bed, I remember what my mother said. Sighing, I go to my desk pulling my notebooks studying for a bit.

going to cut off here cuz its getting too long lmao

ALSO sorry for not posting for awhile ;; will be active again!!

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken #dream mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #mcyt angst #fanfic #ao3

[violetsoju]

stay here with me (your heart in mine)

kunimi akira · fluff · 3.8k words

summary: 10 years. a lot can happen in 10 years. but if no effort is made in that span of time, then it's just back to square one, since one plus zero equals to one. and thats where Kunimi has been standing in these 10 years.

song rec: leehi - savior (feat. b.i)

a/n: im terribly late, but here's my fictrade piece for @heatwave2021 for dear mimi (@mimi-cee-hq)! ive gotten to know kunimi a lil better through this piece and i hope i did kunimi justice!! i hope you like it too <33 a huge shoutout to cath and amy for hosting this fictrade event too! this was really fun and also to moon (@moonboohoo) for giving this a once over ♡

“Do you know how great of a good friend you are?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Good. Because I’m revoking your good friend status now.”

Kunimi peers at the source of the voice over his shoulder, groaning in pain when he strains his neck sideways a little more than intended.

“Why so?” He croaks out, stretching his neck to ease the jabbing pain.

“Because a good friend would give their support by revising together or making themselves useful like bringing snacks or coffee. Not coming empty handed and sleeping on all fours like a slab of dead meat on the bed right next to me.”

A slab of dead meat is quite the fitting description, in all honesty. Kunimi’s face is buried into the pillow, butt up in the air, arms stretched out straight by the sides while his legs dangle over the edge of the bed just a little. It isn’t the best position to sleep in, but he can’t find an ounce of energy to move.

It’s quite the contrast from the latter. Kindachi has his face buried in the pile of notes before him, laptop screen staring brightly back at him with notes swamped all over his desk, a couple of empty cans of coffee sitting right on the edge of the messy desk waiting to be recycled. His supposedly easy-to-maintain short hair is somehow tousled from the non-existent wind. And if anyone didn’t believe that it was possible for a giant to shrink to a midget, then they would have to think twice because Kindaichi is the living proof in flesh. He’ll definitely be aching everywhere after his exam tomorrow from hunching all day long.

“Why should I use more brain energy when I’m finally done with my exams? There’s no more space for snacks or coffee on your desk either, so why bother.” Kunimi’s muffled response doesn’t help in relieving the stressed hunched giant.

“You could go somewhere else instead.” Kindaichi points out, jabbing his pen towards the window.

“She’s having her exams now. Plus, your place is nearer to mine.”

“Fancy you knowing who I’m referring to.”

Kunimi doesn’t need raise his head to see the ugly smirk dancing on Kindaichi’s lips teasingly. “You would have the same person in mind if it was you.”

“Nah, I thought it would be Yahaba-san you were referring to.”

“It’s not my fault that my building’s electricity is out till night without any prior notice.” He tries to change the topic.

There’s no way Kindaichi is going to let this slide easily. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. So you would’ve gone to her place if she was at home, am I right?”

Kunimi sighs into the pillow as he fails to make him drop the topic. “Don’t blame me for not being able to finish revising on time later on.”

“I’m already planning to place the blame on you after all.”

【☾】

“Aren’t you going to see her off tonight though?” Kindaichi questions, eyes still focused on the scribbled words inked on the papers scattered before him.

“For what?”

“Don’t you know? She’s leaving tomorrow.”

The new piece of news sparks Kunimi’s attention. “Where to?” He asks, rolling over to his side to face Kindaichi.

“I’m not quite sure,” Kindaichi taps his pen against his chin in thought. “Not quite sure what for either. Work placement, maybe? But I know that she won’t be coming back anytime soon after tomorrow.”

Kunimi’s raised eyebrows matches Kindaichi’s ones, albeit one in scepticism and the other in surprise.

“You seriously don’t know?” Kindaichi asks disbelievingly.

He finds the answer in Kunimi’s shift in position, back facing him again.

Sighing at his friend’s actions, Kindaichi resumes back to the pile of doom before him. “Well, this may be your last chance. Just saying.”

“For?”

“You know yourself best.”

Kindaichi knows that he should focus on the issue on hand that calls for urgency, but his idiot of a friend requires his immediate attention too.

“You’re actually pretty lucky, you know,” He can’t help but say. “All of these years, from primary school, middle school, high school, and even now in university. That’s more than 10 years. And you’re still in square one. That’s honestly quite an achievement.”

“I’ll take that as a complement.” Kunimi snorts.

“Seriously. I know life is a game, but it’s different from volleyball. There are still other matches after losing one, after the ball drops, but in life there’s some matches that end forever after the whistle blows. Even if you try and save the ball in the last minute, the libero may not be there to save your dig after the whistle blows.”

“I didn’t know you were so good with words.” Kunimi rolls over slightly to look at his friend.

His eyes light up in excitement. “I am?”

The grimace written on Kunimi’s face tells him otherwise.

“Okay, but in all seriousness again, you’re really an idiot if you don’t grab hold of the final chance this time. Don’t say I didn’t give you a heads up in advance.”

“You’re starting to sound a lot like Oikawa-san now with the nagging.” Kunimi comments as he rolls back to face the wall, shutting out the latter’s retorts as he sinks into his thoughts.

But Kindaichi’s right. From baby seedlings to the sturdy plants now, it’s been more than 10 years of knowing you. You have been a part of his life for more than half of his years, witnessing his and your growth over the years of stumbling and climbing back up again. To call you a mere childhood friend would be an understatement. Because he knows where you place in his heart. He’s smart enough to know, but perhaps not smart enough to acknowledge it.

But maybe Kindaichi’s wrong too. Maybe life is similar to volleyball too. The positions in volleyball can be used in real life too. Him being a wing spiker and you being a libero. He doesn’t need to look behind his back because you’re always there behind for him, no matter what.

But maybe Kindaichi isn’t completely wrong either. Because he knows time waits for no one. He knows the bitter taste in the gut when the whistle blows just as his hand is mere inches away from the ball dropping to the ground. He knows efforts pay off at the end of the day.

Maybe he should try going all out just this one time. His first that may be his last.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Kunimi doesn’t know how, or even why he ended up here, right in front of your doorstep. There’s still a chance to turn back. Even after a text that has been sent out or the ding on the doorbell that has been rang, he can still back off if he wants. The bag of beer and snacks can be kept for lazy weekends in the comfort of his blankets alone.

Why did he buy snacks anyway? Maybe he should’ve gotten ice cream instead.

But they would melt on the way here. But again, snacks aren’t the best option either. Not to mention beer. Talk about being healthy…

His train of thoughts snap apart when the door swings open before him.

“Hey, you’re here!”

He can leave those thoughts for later, he guesses.

“Come on in. Watch your steps along the way!”

The mini sea of shoes flooding the genkan and the aromatic whiff of dashi soup in the air has him halting his steps. He doesn’t even need to take a peek inside to know that he should’ve went home instead.

“Uh, are you sure you’re actually free now?” He asks over the chatter coming from the inside, still taking a peek at the small crowd huddled in the living room, nonetheless.

You stand in the small hallway connecting the genkan to the living room. “Yeah! We’re actually finishing up, so don’t worry. You can join us for a few bites if you want.”

“Is your friend here? Bring him in! You’re gonna miss out the last serving of pork slices if you don’t hurry.” Kunimi recognises the voice. It’s one of the girls from your friend group that he has hung out with a few times before.

“I-”

“Who is it? Shabu shabu waits for no one. The meat isn’t nice when it gets cold.”

“Don’t be shy! Just come on in! Unless you’re too shy to be graced by our beauty.”

You laugh at your friends’ antics, ushering him to come in. “Come on, you know who they are. They won’t skin you for extra meat.”

Another voice booms from the inside. “We might actually do that if you don’t make your way here now!” A round of hearty laughter that’s mixed with a couple of beer and sake roars loudly.

Kunimi heaves a wary sigh, calculating his options. “It isn’t that. It’s just…”

“Just what?” You ask.

He looks up to your quizzed look, then to the sudden quiet living room where multiple heads are craned out like a flock of ostriches, each with a devious knowing look on them.

Now there’s definitely no way to make it out of here unscathed.

One of the girls clears her throat loudly. “You know what’s the best way to wrap up the feast? Ice cream.”

“Yes! We forgot to pick some up along the way. Could you go get some for us?” Another girl chirps in, while the others nod their heads in agreement.

You scoff playfully at them, hands crossed against your chest. “You’re asking me, the owner of the place, to go get ice cream for the guests? And leave my friend alone here in danger?”

“Who said he’s gonna be here with us?” A girl raises her hand in defence. “Take a look outside! The moon is so lovely tonight. Isn’t it such a beautiful night to walk under the moonlight with your dear friend together hand-” Her sentence gets cut off by the others who cover her mouth before she blabbers any further, smiling meekly at the both of you.

You stumble a few steps to catch the jacket thrown in your way. “Any ice cream will do! And take your time! Don’t worry about us.” They wave you off, resuming to the steaming shabu shabu on the table.

The both of you look at each other bewilderment, digesting what just happened seconds ago.

“Well… Ice cream?” You chuckle, soothing the jacket in your hands.

He chuckles too. “Yeah, ice cream it is.”

So maybe getting snacks was the right option.

The early autumn wind nips on the skin lightly. The crunching sounds of dried crumpled leaves on the pavement makes up for the comfortable silence that blankets the both of you on the way back, bag of assorted ice creams in hand.

“What a great bunch of friends you have.” Kunimi comments.

“They’re quite a handful, but yeah, I can’t imagine the past four years without them.” You laugh light-heartedly. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in? I promise they won’t bite.”

He shakes his head lightly. “It’s alright. Just dropped by to bid you goodbye and to pass you these.”

You peer at the bag handed out and swiftly turn on your heels. “I know you’re lying.”

He almost drops the bag in his hands. “I’m not. Seriously, that’s all I came here for.”

“You could’ve just sent me a text for this. Why bother making your way all the way here?”

Your question has him frozen in his steps, brain malfunctioning as he fails to come up with a convincing and rational answer.

You take the chance to plop onto the nearby stone bench, ignoring his snorts when you hiss from the coolness of the surface. “Well, I’ll be seated here until you tell me what’s the purpose of your special visit.”

“The ice creams will melt.” Kunimi reasons, digging his hands into the pocket of his jacket.

“Doesn’t matter. We can go get them again. I’ll just charge them double.” You shrug, waving him off dismissively.

“Plus,” you emphasize, “they told us to take our time. So I have all the time in the world to hear you out.”

He knows that you won’t budge until he gives in, given your personality. So he heaves another long breath and drags his feet next to you.

You rummage the bag for the ice cream you picked earlier, handing him a caramel flavoured one as he thanks you. You catch the little smile tugging his lips as he rips open the ice cream packet.

“You still like this specific brand after so many years.” You tease.

He bites the tip of the ice cream to spite you, in which he succeeds. “They’re the best. One of the only ones that hasn’t changed their recipe after all these years.”

You narrow your eyes at the crime he committed as he munches on the ice cream with a deadpan face. One of the things that hasn’t changed all these years is this habit of his too.

“So, ready to come clean now?” You ask. The ice cream in both hands is long gone, melted into a pool of liquid that chills the stomach.

Kunimi sighs for what seems to be the thousandth time of the night. Resting his arms on his knees, he trains his sight on the concrete pavement below. It’s funny how his hands start to feel clammy again despite the cool wind in the air. “So… You’re leaving tomorrow, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Keep calm, he tells himself. “What time?”

“Early in the morning. I almost missed out on the tickets because I got them last minute.”

“Can’t wait to leave, huh…” He mutters.

“A little. I’ve been looking forward to this day for quite some time, and it’s finally here!” You exclaim, excitement lacing your voice.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You snap your head towards him in surprise. “I did. I remember telling you and Kindaichi at the same time. You guys would be one of the firsts to know.”

Kunimi groans in despair as he tries to rack his head for the past memory yet no avail. He blames the now unnecessary scribbled notes from the exam earlier for taking up so much space in his brain.

The bare concrete pavement seems to be more interesting than ever tonight. “When will you be coming back?”

“I don’t know. It depends.”

“So this may be the last time I’ll be seeing you?”

“In a while, I guess.”

Another sigh escapes his lips unconsciously as he buries his face in his hands. What happened to playing it cool, huh.

“You’ll miss me, won’t you?”

A scoff sounds in the air. “As if.” He hastily replies, turning sideways to hide the tint of flush creeping on his cheeks.

You chuckle at his actions. “I know I’ll miss you.”

His eyes finally meet yours. And although his soft hair falls past his eyes a little, you see your reflection in them, as clear as day.

“Then why can’t you stay?” He asks, voice just above a whisper.

It’s your turn to heave out a long sigh. “I can’t, Akira. I can’t.”

“As much of importance you are to me, there’s just as much of importance waiting on the other side for me.”

“That just means I’m not that important.”

He doesn’t know how those words carelessly fell out through his gritted teeth. All he knows that the moon is, indeed, lovely tonight.

It is indeed beautiful night, with the moon bright and round above. But why does he feel like the moon is mocking him? As if on such a beautiful night, with the person that takes up a significant place in his heart, his wishes are fated to not be granted. They fall on deaf ears, discarded aside as he feels his hope slipping away from his fingertips like fine sand in the wind. Maybe this is the price of not going all out all these years.

Time had been kind to him, offering so many chances and opportunities to him. But he wasn’t one to grab hold on them, because he’s used to making it up at the last moment. And it always worked.

However, maybe it’s all too late this time round. Maybe he outsmarted himself this time.

In all these years of knowing Kunimi, you’ve never seen him like this. Not even when they lost the ticket to the nationals for three years straight. Not even when life got him all tied up, juggling schoolwork and work on a thin thread, struggling for a gasp of air. You know he’s a master of keeping his emotions to himself, and you should be grateful that he shows this vulnerable side of him to you on rare occasions, because he trusts you enough to be there to pick up the pieces with him. But today, it hurts even more to see him like this, like a star that has lost its glow, a balloon that is gradually deflating. Because today, you’re the one that’s causing him to fall to such a state.

“Akira. Look at me.”

He doesn’t.

Because he knows that he’ll find something that he detests with all his heart staring back at him: pity. He neither needs your pity to offer solace, nor needs your pity to stay. That would be the worst kind of consequence that he knows he will regret for the rest of his life. Yes, his selfishness and self-interest may be screaming to reign over at the moment, but he knows this isn’t the right way to keep you by his side.

You don’t belong to him; you belong to yourself.

“Akira.”

He shudders as he feels your warm fingers cupping both sides of his cheeks, turning his face to yours. He avoids your gaze on reflex, but as his eyes sweep past yours, he stops. Maybe he really outsmarted himself this time.

Instead of pity, he finds concern, warmth, sincerity. Why is that?

“You know how I feel about you, where you lie in my heart. You’re smart enough to know that.

“But it seems like you’re not smart enough to know yourself.”

He does. Or does he?

You brush his hair that covers his eyes to the side gently, a small smile tugging the side of your lips.

“If you aren’t important, then why do you already have a piece of my heart which I have never given you?”

Kunimi’s breath hitches. The butterflies in his stomach are so close in fluttering their way out from his mouth as he comprehends your words, reciting them aloud again and again in his mind.

He immediately misses your touch lingering on his skin when your hands fall to your sides. “It sucks that I’m not smart enough to know whether I have a piece of your heart that you have never given me.” You chuckle bitterly, looking up to the moon.

You may have been there to pick up the shattered pieces of his heart and soul over the years, but at the end of the day, you return them to him. It’s awfully tempting to smuggle a few pieces, hiding them in your pocket to keep them safe and sound, but you don’t. It’s his heart, his only.

It’s your turn to hitch a breath. “You do,” Kunimi says, placing his hand over yours. “You always have.

“And now, I’ll give you not only a piece of my heart, but my whole heart.” His squeezes your hand gently, leaning in close. “Is it too much to handle?”

It takes a few seconds for you to apprehend his words, and once it links together, the butterflies on your end take flight in frenzy.

“Yes. I mean, no. I-” The chill autumn wind isn’t helping much to cool down the heat rising on your cheeks and ears. You can’t look him in the eye without averting elsewhere other than him. “It’s my honour to be bestowed your heart.

“And I hope it’s the same for you.”

“Look at me.”

Kunimi tips your chin up to face him, and you are welcomed by the soft smile that you love seeing, the one you don’t know that’s reserved for you only.

“Thank you for trusting your heart with me.”

He wondered where the stars in the night skies went tonight. It turns out they were all in your eyes, and they shine so ever brightly even without the sliver glow of the moonlight.

“Come on. We need to get more ice cream.” Kunimi nudges towards the now soggy bag that has tainted the stone bench with colourful liquid.

He picks up the sticky bag with a tissue from his pocket, shaking them a few times lightly as he stands up and extends his other hand to you. “They’re all on me.”

You place your hands in his. “What about the broke student you are?” You quip, footsteps falling in line together with each gentle swing of the hand.

“Hmm, I would rather be broke than be skinned alive in the lionesses’ den back there.”

【☾】

“Where are you leaving for though?”

“Miyagi. Our hometown.”

“What for?”

“It’s my grandma’s birthday tomorrow! I’m going back to give her a surprise and celebrate with my family over the week.”

You turn to him quizzically as he halts in his steps, rooted in place. His face is twisted and contorted in ways you never thought possible. It’s a mixture of shock, dumbfoundedness, and flabbergast all together. Words die at the tip of his tongue as he struggles to find the right words, brain buffering from the sudden new input of information, resulting in information overload as the new and existing information fail to fuse together.

“Where did you think I was leaving for? Some other prefecture for work?”

It takes a whole lot of effort to come up with a complete sentence. “Then why don’t you know when you will be coming back?”

“Because the train tickets back for the week are all sold out. So it depends on when my parents want to drive me back, I guess.”

You drag the babbling mess towards the konbini up ahead like a stone statue that looks like it’s stuck in a daze, caught in a trance.

“I’ll be starting work here in a month’s time. It’s not that far by metro, so I’ll still be renting my place here.”

“Kindaichi you lil shit…”

“Hey, don’t blame him. The best wingman award goes to him! It’s all thanks to him that I get to hold your hand now.

He loses himself in the endless galaxy in your eyes once again, losing sense of gravity.

“And your heart.”

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[ikeromantic]

Friends and Frenemies

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic - approx. 2800 words. This scene takes place after the events of the romantic epilogue. Mostly fluff, slightly spicy.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Kitsune's Day Out

Mitsuhide sat on the floor with his little mouse in his lap. His fingers stroked the nape of her neck as he listened intently to Sarutobi.

Sasuke and Miyake sat across from them on the edge of the bed. Miyake’s expression was somewhere between awe and exhaustion. He wasn’t saying much, just staring into empty space with a confused grin.

The ninja looked mildly pleased as he talked. “My professor took a little convincing. We had to call in the history department chair to talk to Miyake.”

“What did he want to know?” The chatelaine’s eyes were heavy with sleep. They’d spent the day walking around Kyoto, looking at historical sites - things Mitsuhide should recognize.

Of course, everything was so changed from his time that the places they visited may as well have been new. Even if they were the same structures, what lay around them had changed so much as to render the buildings and monuments unrecognizable.

Sasuke shrugged. “Details. It was like watching a verbal exam in a master class. And then he made Miyake pick out his own sword from a room of Sengoku period weapons. It was impressive watching him look each one over.”

At this, the warrior chuckled. “I almost didn’t. It was strange to see Kichihiroe looking so old and worn.”

Mitsuhide smiled. “But you did. So all is well.” He turned his attention back to Sasuke. “What is the benefit of bringing these men in on our secret?”

“Well, first off, this.” He handed Miyake and Mitsuhide campus ID cards. “You are both now officially visiting professors, with a stipend and everything. There was a small . . . additional favor they requested from you.”

“Which is?” Mitsuhide raised one eyebrow.

Miyake answered. “They want you to come in and answer questions. A lot of questions.” He wiped his brow. “They started in on me today and there is just no end!”

Sarutobi nodded a confirmation.

“So . . . they want to pay you to answer questions about the Sengoku era? And that’s it? That doesn’t sound so bad.” The chatelaine grinned.

Mitsuhide shook his head. “I am not sure it’s so simple. This interaction - couldn’t it cause -” he thought for a moment, trying to find the words. “A complication? If I let slip something they don’t know, or they tell me something that will happen?”

“A paradox.” Sasuke’s mouth curled up in the slightest smile. “I considered that. But we are already living in a parallel timeline. One in which you and Nobunaga live, as well as some other changes.”

“So the things they tell us, those aren’t things that will happen?” Miyake sounded a little tense as he asked the question.

“Right,” Sarutobi replied. “Or, mostly right. We can’t be sure how far apart our timeline is from the original, so I encourage you to forget anything you may hear.”

Mitsuhide snorted. “Once a truth is heard, it cannot be so easily forgotten.”

“True enough. Can’t unring the bell, as they say. But are you willing to take that chance and talk with the history professor anyway?”

“I will.” Mitsuhide stroked his little one’s neck with gentle fingertips. “It will be interesting, regardless. And you have gone to a lot of trouble to arrange things. It’s the least I can do to play along.”

“I appreciate that.” Sasuke gave a little bow. “So what did you two do today?”

Miyake elbowed him and gave the two lovers a knowing wink.

Mitsuhide’s little one blushed and covered her face. “No! Nothing like that! Miyake! We just went shopping. Oh - and there were these men -”

“Who kindly helped me pick up our bags when I dropped them. We were very appreciative.” Mitsuhide interrupted her before she could give away any more information about their run in with the modern day bandits. Not that he didn’t trust Sasuke and Miyake. He did - as much as he trusted anyone. But it was always wise to keep information to yourself until there was a reason to share.

Sasuke blinked. “Ok. Well. Tomorrow, I’d like to take you up to the university, Mitsuhide. If that’s alright. You can both come if you want to.”

“Oh! But I needed to run by the office for my job tomorrow! I wanted to give them my apologies for disappearing so suddenly, just when they offered me a position.” She bit her lip. “I guess it can wait though.”

“I can go with her to do that, if you want me to,” Miyake put in.

Mitsuhide nodded. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea. You two can run errands tomorrow while I satisfy the curiosity of some modern scholars.”

“Are you sure?” The chatelaine looked uneasy.

“I am.” Mitsuhide kissed her cheek. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, does it not?”

After they made arrangements for the coming day, Mitsuhide and his little mouse trekked back to her flat, leaving Miyake and Sasuke to themselves. It wasn’t that he minded the company, but he wanted to have her to himself tonight.

They stopped at a ‘small’ grocery on the way home to pick up something for breakfast. While Mitsuhide had noticed the number of foodstalls, he had not considered an entire store with shelves full of food. He wanted to ask if this was normal, but one look at his little one’s face gave him the answer.

She was not surprised at all. With barely a glance at the stacks of fresh vegetables and fruits, she led him further into the store.

There were at least five types of vinegar, he noted. An assemblage of noodles that defied sense. Several types of rice. Beans. And a variety of things with names he couldn’t identify as food, all wrapped in bright packages. “Masamune would love this place,” Mitsuhide murmured.

“You think? Maybe we should bring him something back.” She smiled. “I’m surprised you thought of him just now.”

“He’s a -” Mitsuhide paused at the realization he was about to say friend. Not ally. Not colleague. Friend. He bit back the word and finished with, “man who loves his food.”

His little mouse didn’t appear to pick up on the omission. “He really is. And he wants everyone around him to enjoy it too.” She picked up a package of rice, then added, “I wish I was such a good cook.”

“I think you’re amazing.” Mitsuhide settled his palm lightly on her low back, reassuring.

She smiled wryly. “Says the man who doesn’t taste his food.”

“Kyubei thinks so too. And his taste buds work fine.”

“Mhmm. Kyubei would eat a pile of rocks and tell me it was delicious if he thought he was supposed to. But I appreciate the compliment.” She leaned against Mitsuhide and sighed. “I wonder how he’s doing right now.”

Mitsuhide considered. There were a number of things he wished he’d had time to tell Kyubei. And of course, he hadn’t counted on Azuchi being attacked but, “I’m sure he is well. Kyubei is resourceful, talented, and I’ve left him the tools he will need. You should worry less about him, and more about yourself.”

“What should I be worried about?”

He grinned and leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek. With his lips almost touching her ear, he murmured, “You should worry about what I will do if I don’t get you alone soon.”

His little one inhaled sharply, cheeks heating. Her eyes were bright and full of desire as she replied. “Then we’d better hurry.”

They got back to her flat soon after, and unpacked the groceries. With the last items put away, she sat in a kitchen chair and looked up at Mitsuhide shyly.

It never failed to amuse him how innocent she could be in moments like these. As if she couldn’t admit what she wanted no matter how badly she wanted it. Of course, he’d take full advantage.

“How should I use your bath, little mouse? Can you show me how it works?” Mitsuhide already had an idea, but what fun was that?

“Oh! Yes. Sure. It would be good to clean up.” She led him to her small bathing room. “This handle is hot. This one cold. And if you press this, it will activate the shower. Just be careful where you point the nozzle.”

Mitsuhide leaned over her, pressing close. “So this one is hot?” He turned the handle.

“Umm . . . yes but, I should probably . . . get out of the way . . . the bathroom isn’t big enough-”

“And this one is cold?” He turned the other handle.

She nodded. “Yes. So. Ah, first rinse off with . . . with the shower. And . . . and th-then fill . . .”

Her distraction was deeply amusing. Possibly caused by his breath on the back of her neck and the way her hips met his. Not that he was unaffected. The press of her hips against him was maddening. The slight friction of cloth, the denial of skin to skin touch he ached for. But this was his game, and he knew what came next. Delay only made victory all the sweeter. Mitsuhide pressed the shower, and water fell like warm rain over them.

“Mitsuhide!” She gave a little shriek as he pulled her to standing under the flow. Her clothes clung to her skin, revealing as much as they hid. He could not wait to peel them off her.

“Oh dear. What have I done? Now you’re all wet!” He smiled widely and slid his hand under her shirt, popping the buttons open one after another.

She playfully swatted his other hand as he reached for her skirt. “You totally did that on purpose! I know you did!”

He shrugged. “Perhaps.” Mitsuhide slid her shirt off and enjoyed the sight of water pearling over the rise of her breast. Her soaked bra looked a deeper blue than it had when dry. A good color for her. His hands slipped around behind her, reaching for the clasp.

“You know, if you wanted to bathe together, you could have just said so.”

“Mmm, but this was more fun.” His fingers fumbled with the odd hook-and-eye catches, finally releasing them. Her bra fell away. Mitsuhide relished the sight. “You should probably help me get the rest of these clothes off. I’m fairly certain you don’t bathe wearing them in this age.”

She laughed softly and reached up to cup his cheek. “My wicked kitsune. No. We don’t.” And then she kissed him.

***

Kyubei frowned at the short, dark-haired man in front of him. “You can cut the act, Ranmaru. I’d recognize you anywhere. Besides, your work on that scar is atrocious. Who taught you disguises? Were they blind?”

The page - spy and ninja as well - sighed and set down the basket he was carrying. “I thought the scar was pretty good. It really changes my face. What gave it away?”

“Your fingers are still stained with beetjuice, for one. And you didn’t blend the edges well enough. I can see bits of raw paste at your hairline.”

“Well damn. Alright. You caught me. Are you here to kill me?” Ranmaru’s tone was light, joking, but there was nothing funny about the way his fingers curled around the hilt of the short blade he wore at his hip.

Kyubei rolled his eyes. “If I was going to kill you, you’d already be dead. I came to find out what you know - and how you know it. Are you willing to have a conversation with me?” He left out the alternative, which was knocking the page senseless, dragging him back to Azuchi, and putting him in the dungeon. He wanted to avoid that outcome. It wouldn’t do anyone any good.

Ranmaru shrugged. “Alright. Fine. But you’re buying us something to eat. I’m starving!”

“I can do that.” He led the page out of the alley they were in - a spot chosen in case things got ugly - and back into a market street. Kyoto was full of people selling things. He had his pick of at least a dozen stalls and shops for food, but made a beeline for one in particular. The proprietor was one of Mitsuhide’s informants, someone Kyubei could trust if this chat went sideways.

The two men sat down at a back table and ordered sake and food. Ranamru’s preference for sweet things had not changed in his absence. They were getting stewed peaches, peaches with rice, and peach-jelly stuffed mochi. Not to Kyubei’s taste at all, but then, he hadn’t come here for the food.

“What do you know about the attack on Azuchi?” Kyubei wasted no time getting to the point.

Ranmaru shrugged. “Would you believe I didn’t know it was going to happen?”

“No.”

The page giggled. It was a high, false sound with no real mirth. “Well, I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t believe me either. But I really didn’t know that was coming. I knew something was . . . my - my Master was working with some people. And they were coming to Azuchi so I knew they had something in mind. I thought . . .”

Ranmaru’s throat bobbed, stuck on the words. He looked away and wiped at his face.

Kyubei sighed. “So you weren’t sure what was planned. What did you think might happen? Is that what made you run?”

“Yes.” His voice was strained and he hadn’t looked up. “I thought . . . maybe they would try to kill him. Nobunaga. A direct attack. Or, poison? I - I didn’t want . . . but I was . . .”

“You were afraid they might ask for your help. Or participation.” Kyubei’s voice was pitched low, for Ranmaru’s ears only. This was not a subject to be discussed lightly.

The page nodded.

“So you ran.”

He nodded again.

Kyubei rubbed the short growth of hair on the top of his head. It was coming in, full and dark, but it itched some days. Especially after spending time on the road, with no rest. Touching it had become a habit for him when he was anxious or unhappy. This conversation was not making him happy.

“I didn’t want to be the one to - you know. Nobunaga has - he’s always been good to- to me. I thought, let them do their own dirty work. I would g-go back to Kennyo. Offer to be, to do a-anything else.” Ranmaru finally looked up. His expression was one of abject misery.

“I don’t blame you. It can be hard to serve two masters. Even when their goals usually align . . . often the methods do not.”

Ranmaru smiled bleakly. “I guess you understand a little.”

The tea and sweets came, and for a brief few minutes, the two men ate and drank in silence.

Finally, Kyubei asked, “So why aren’t you with Kennyo now?”

“I can’t find him. I know he’s working with . . .” Ranmaru’s jaw clenched. “I can’t say. But, I don’t know where they went. Or what they are planning next.”

“I need you to tell me the names, Ranmaru. Assume that I already know them, and from you, I only need confirmation.”

“Fine. Then you say them. I’ll nod if you’re right.”

Kyubei smiled. “Kicho.”

Nod.

“Motonari.”

Nod.

“The ‘shogun’ in exile.”

Nod.

“I was hoping the last one was a no. We worked so hard to set that boy up, but I suppose Yoshiaki’s allies got to him.” Kyubei took a deep breath. “And you really have no idea what they will do next?” He watched Ranmaru for tell-tale signs of a lie.

“I wish I did. I’d find Kennyo and get him away from those stray dogs.” The page almost spat.

“So what will you do now?”

Ranmaru tugged at his darkened locks, twisting them around his finger. “I don’t know. I am afraid to return to Nobunaga’s side. Afraid they will ask me to betray him. But that makes me a traitor to my Master. I am damned either way.” His voice was flat, empty of self-pity or any other emotion.

“You could work for me.”

The page raised an eyebrow. “You know I turned on both my masters. That I am a coward. What would you trust me with?”

“Well, not disguises, clearly.” Kyubei caught the curl of a slight smile on Ranmaru’s lips. “I’d want you to gather information from the daimyo loyal to the shogun. Nothing to do with either of your masters directly. No need to dig yourself a deeper grave.”

“I’d report everything to the Ikko Ikki too.”

Kyubei shrugged. “I’m fine with that? If Kenny’s monks act on the information, I doubt it will be to prop Ashikaga up further.”

Ranmaru chewed at his lip, thoughtful. Finally, he nodded. “I guess I can do that. Just until I find where Kennyo has gone and what he needs of me.”

“Then we have a deal. But I do have one more question before I leave you.”

“What?” The page eyed him, suspicious again.

Kyubei tapped his finger on the table, almost afraid of his own question. Asking it would be giving information away, but he needed to know. “Have you seen or heard from Akechi since the night of the attack on Azuchi?”

Next: Uncomfortable Questions

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Under Pressure ~ HJS [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

GENRE:  Stressed reader, angst with a fluffy ending, establish-relationship, Sweet boyfriend Jisung

PAIRING: Jisung x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy this sweetie! @crispy-chan

The moment Jisung walked into the cafe he knew there was something wrong with you, normally you would rush over to him with a smile across your face ready to greet him and get him sat down but today you were nowhere to be seen. You worked in a small cafe just around the corner from the JYP building so whenever Jisung had a break or some free time he would dress up in a cap, glasses and mask to come and meet you, it had been that way since the start of your relationship. It wasn't often that you got to spend time alone together so you took every opportunity you could to get together.

"Take a seat, I'll be with you in just a moment," A new worker said as he took Jisung over to a booth, Jisung kept glancing around the cafe. It wasn't that large so there weren't that many places that you could have been hiding from him, you couldn't have been on your break since it was a rush time in the cafe. The time was busiest since everyone wanted to have something to eat before heading to their offices for the rest of the afternoon.

"If you're looking for Y/n, she's in the back." The manager said as she caught Jisung looking around, of course, she knew who he was since he came into the cafe frequently enough. 

"Go back and see her, she looks tired though." Jisung knew you'd been a little more stressed than usual lately because you had assignments and exam's coming up but you were smart there was nothing you couldn't handle. 

"Thanks," He mumbled heading through the kitchen door and towards the small office you were cramped inside of with books surrounding you.

"This is where they keep the princess?" He chuckled sitting down beside you on one of the chairs and staring at the books that were in front of you. You must have been so lost in the words as you hadn't even noticed someone sitting next to you until Jisung touched your cheek. 

"Shit!" You screamed out jumping back on the seat and looking at him, your eyes were wide with fear and Jisung laughed softly. 

"You didn't hear me?" You shook your head, greeting him with a quick peck on the cheek before looking back down at your book. There were five exam's you were crunching for this week and not one of them was going to leave you enough time to also finish four assessments that you had to write up. Everything felt as though it was piling up on top of you, Jisung reached his hand out and touched yours instantly making you feel calmer with the smallest of touches. 

"Relax, you're ready for these exams." He whispered encouragingly to you as he began to rub your knuckles softly, he knew how hard you were on yourself about things but he didn't want you to start beating yourself up over anything.

"When was the last time you got some sleep? I mean real sleep, not what you and Chan call sleep," He mumbled as he watched you, your eyes had bags underneath them so he knew you hadn't slept well for days. 

"I slept last night," You lied. He knew you were lying since you wouldn't look at him and you scratched the base of your neck it was your give-away sign. 

"Want me to come around tomorrow? I'll cook us something to eat and we can study together...I'll ask you questions," You smiled at the thought of him helping you study despite having no idea what you had to do for those exams. 

"That would be great...But can you get-" He kissed your lips to stop you from asking if he could get the time off, if it was for you he would do anything in his power.

"Consider me already there, no go home and get some real sleep." He begged you as he looked at you, cupping your face in his hands while he rubbed his thumb under your eyes. You snuggled into his touch enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours, 

"I have another shift, I only had a two-hour break to cram some studying into. I'll go home after," You promised as he got up from the chair to walk him out, Jisung knew from the wording of your sentence that you would go home but that didn't mean you would rest.

"Just promise me you'll get rest," You nodded at him, quickly kissing him before heading over to the till to help your manager take orders and serve the customers that were inside. 

Jisung sighed to himself as he watched you plaster on a fake energetic smile for people and he headed out of the cafe wondering what he was going to have to do to get you to sleep.

The next day Jisung had text you non-stop to find out what you wanted him to cook and what time you wanted him to come around to the apartment but there had been no responses from you for the last four hours. 

"Maybe she's asleep or doing some studying," Chan tried to calm down Jisung's racing thoughts but he'd been worried about you since leaving the cafe yesterday. After seeing the state you were in he couldn't help but be filled with worry that you were going to end up crashing or passing out from exhaustion. 

"Babe, I got the ingredients for your favourite meal and Felix made brownies for us to share," Jisung announced as he unlocked the door to your apartment with his spare key but there was no response. He knew you were home because your favourite pair of shoes were by the door and your lights were all on, 

"Babe?" He called out, taking off his shoes and heading into the kitchen where he saw a cold pot of tea sitting on the side with some tablets that were open. Paracetamol and ibuprofen were sitting there with a half-drunken glass of water, he hated the thought of you having a headache as much as he hated the fact that you were staying awake so much.

"Y/N?" He whispered as he walked further into the apartment in case you were asleep somewhere you shouldn't have been and that was when he saw you. Fast asleep with your head laying on top of your textbooks, highlight in hand as you snored softly. He sighed to himself as he walked over to you, you were out cold.

"What am I going to do with you?" He chuckled to himself as he got closer to you, spotting that you had a sticky note pressed against your face and a bright coloured highlighter marker on your cheek. 

"Cute," He whispered making sure to snap a photo of the moment before he attempted to move you to your bedroom.

"Here we go," He grunted as he laid you down in the bed, carefully taking off your jeans so you wouldn't have to sleep in the horrible fabric, he pulled the sheets over your body before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"Sleep well beautiful," He said before leaving the room to go and clean up your apartment. It was the least he could since it was in such a mess, you must not have had much time to clean between, work and studying and he didn't blame you. Beginning in the dining room where he had found you he started by collecting your notes together, sliding everything into the correct books before leaving to go and clean up the kitchen. 

Waking up to the smell of cooking you sat up in bed, holding your head as the headache still hadn't left yet.

"Fuck," You whispered to yourself as you kicked yourself out from the bed only to remember the last thing you had been doing was waiting for your tutor to call you on the laptop at the kitchen table and now you were in bed with no pants on.

"Shit!" You yelled out running into the hallway and into the kitchen to see Jisung standing over the over stirring something in a large pot, he jumped when he heard you running to your laptop that was now shut down and everything was cleared away. 

"Where are my notes?! Did my tutor call?! Why are you here?!" Your voice was hoarse as you panicked at Jisung but this only filled him with more worry as he thought you were getting sick. 

"I came in and you were asleep so I cleaned up for you, I figured it was no big deal-"

"No big deal?! Jisung I had a fucking meeting to be at! Did you not think about that when you moved me?!" You snapped as you began trying to load your laptop up as fast as you could,

 "No, I was too busy worrying my girlfriend had overworked himself," He answered snarkily as he poured some soup into a bowl and brought it over to the table for you but you didn't even thank him or glance away from your laptop. 

"Great! Just fucking great I missed my meeting and now I'm going to be behind on the studying!" As you yelled out in frustration you went to pull your legs into your chest, knocking the table ultimately knocking the soup over and spilling it over your books. 

"Fuck sake Jisung!" You screamed picking up the books and trying to clean them before the hot liquid ruined the notes and books that you desperately needed. 

"Y/n, calm down." Jisung tried to take the books from you to help but you let tears roll down your face as you saw everything that was inside was ruined, notes smudged over that was unreadable, pages were sticking together. Everything you had been working so hard on was gone within seconds. 

"This is your fault! Why should I calm down?! Why are you even here!?" You snapped once again, throwing the books down onto the table as you cried to yourself. The stress of your exams, working and your lack of sleep all finally hitting you at once as you broke down into a pool of tears, Jisung let out a breath as he saw you. He knew you weren't mad at him so he wasn't going to get upset over you yelling at him, 

"For this exact reason, you're too stressed...You haven't been sleeping Y/n...I came by to help," You shook your head as you stared at the ruined notes, 

"Everything is gone, I'm going to fail my exams." You whimpered as Jisung pulled you into his embrace and kissed the top of your head trying to remind you that it was going to be fine but you kept shaking your head and telling him that everything was gone. 

"You're so smart Y/n, you already know everything that was going to be in the exam." He whispered, kissing the top of your head as he tried to get you to calm down but nothing was going to work. The tiredness you were experiencing with the small cold you were getting was making you overreact to everything and right now it was the end of the world as you knew it.

"You don't get it because you never had to do this! Not all of us can just get out of school and just go on to be famous!" You snapped at him, trying to push him away as you sobbed into your hands but he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

When you woke up again you were curled up against Jisung in your bed, his arms were wrapped around you tightly as he snored and you whined feeling sweaty from being so close to him.

"You're finally awake?" You stared at Jisung confused as he questioned you, 

"What do you mean finally?" He sat you both up as he looked at you sighing, 

"You passed out after eating dinner with me and it's been a day since. You've been in and out of sleep since, waking up to pee and drink water." He looked at you with sad eyes, reaching up to feel how hot your skin was and smiling to himself as he realised you weren't as hot as you were the day before. 

"Your temperature's gone down so that's good." You looked at him with a frown and he kissed your forehead softly, 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," You mumbled as you remember everything that had happened the day before, yelling at him for something you had done. 

"Don't worry about it. Your tutor called and I explained that you were sick, he's extending your assessments and allowing you to retake the exams when you're better." A wave of relief washed over you as you looked at Jisung, no idea how you were ever going to thank him for what he did. 

"I'll never stop thanking you," You snuggled into him, kissing his shoulder as he shook his head at you. 

"Just make sure you get enough rest, that's the only thanks I need." He told you as he held you closer to him.

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[leossmoonn]

Keepin’ it Casual

masterlist

pairing - tom avery x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - this was requested by @soft-boy-stefan , enjoy! yes i did base off names after grey’s anatomy characters

summary - tom finally gets the nerve to ask out his work-crush, y/n

warnings / includes - talk abt medical details, mild language, flirting, kissing, lil suggestive at the end

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*gif isn’t mine*

“20 year-old female that was in a car pile up. She has elevated blood pressure, concussion on the left side, and her left wrist appears to be broken,” Tom listed out the details of the pertinent physical exam as he wheeled his patient into the ER.

“Go ahead and put her in one of the beds then, and we can put her in inpatient after we get more vitals and treat her. I’ll page one of the nurses to come and assist you. Can you order a CT scan and a X-ray in the meantime? Go ahead and get her situated and after the scans, we’ll go from there,” Mark directed.

“Alright,” Tom nodded.

He wheeled the girl to one of the beds that were in the ER. He stopped the stretcher in front of the bed, looking to the girl.

“I’m going to lift you up and onto the bed, okay, ma’am?” He told more than asked.

“Y-Yeah. Just get me some Tylenol or somethin’ fast, please,” she groaned. Her head was pounding and her wrist was throbbing.

“Will do,” Tom nodded as he put his hands under her knees and slid his arm under her middle-back.

There was a knock at the door as Tom set her down. He had to fight the smile that was forming as he immediately smelled your perfume. He turned his head, his lips upturning into a tooth-aching grin as he saw you log into the computer. You felt his stare burn your the side of your face and you looked over, giving him a small smile as you met his eyes.

You then turned to the patient, knowing that she was your first priority. “Hi, I’m Y/n, I’ll be one of the nurses looking after you today,” you introduced yourself.

“H-Hi,” The girl spoke hoarsely.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions and get your vitals, m’kay? Is there anything we can get you? Water, crackers, family member?” You asked.

“Water, please. And my mom should be on her way.”

“What’s your mother’s name?” Tom asked.

“Marcy Winters. I’m Lauren Winters,” the girl answered.

“I’ll go and get you some water and see if your mom is out there,” Tom smiled.

Lauren nodded, giving him a small smile before he turned away. He turned to you first.

“You know what’s going on with her, right?” He asked.

“Yep. Looks like it’s gonna be an overnight stay for her,” you clicked your tongue.

“Yeah, looks like we’ll be working together the whole day, then.” Tom sighed, feigning annoyance.

You glared at him playfully, hitting his arm. “You go and get the water and see if her mother is there. Let the real doctors do the work.”

“You’re a nurse!” Tom laughed. “Hm, and I’d make a hell of a lot better paramedic than you.” You gave him a teasing grin.

He just rolled his in response, smiling. He poked your arm before he left, something you two always did to each other when leaving a room. You were left with a dream-like expression on your face.

You went over to Lauren, asking her all the basic information questions and hooking her up with all the vital equipment.

“Do I really have to wear this?” She frowned, up her arm that had an IV attached to it.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I know, it’s not the most comfortable thing, but it’ll help you get your fluids and medicine. Hopefully we can get your scans in today so then you can meet with Doctor Stevens and go home tomorrow.” You gave her an encouraging smile.

“M’alright,” she mumbled.

A few minutes later and Tom came back with two bottles of water and Lauren’s mother.

“Oh, baby!” Marcy exclaimed. “Quiet, Mom! I have a concussion!” Lauren glared.

You chuckled at the two, walking away from the bed. You went back to the computer to log in the new vitals. Tom went back over to you, setting the waters down beside Lauren’s bed.

“This room is getting a little cramped, huh?” Tom said.

“You suck at small talk,” you snorted. Tom scoffed, furrowing his brows. “Why’re you so mean to me today? Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“No, it’s just my job to be mean to you. Keeps you humble,” you smirked.

Tom’s heart fluttered at your expression. He felt the tips of his ears heat up and he coughed awkwardly, looking down at his shoes.

“You’re the one that needs to be humbled,” Tom mumbled not-so-quietly.

You gasped softly, eyes widening and lips upturning into a wide smile. You punched his shoulder softly. “Look who’s the mean one now! You used to be so nice, Tom.”

“Looks like you’re rubbing off on me, then,” he shrugged.

You looked at him, your big smile stil on your face. “Hm, you don’t seemed too worried.”

“Oh, I am. I’m just trying not to hurt your feelings. I’d hate to see you cry,” he pouted.

You chuckled, brows raised in disbelief. “You’re the one that’s gonma cry.”

“Oh, yeah?” He cocked his head to the side, challenging you with his eyes.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach and you felt your legs grow weak. You clutched the counter, stabilizing yourself so you wouldn’t fall and embarrass yourself in front of your patient and her mom, and most importantly, Tom.

Tom smirked as he saw little beads of sweat break on your forehead. Your brows furrowed into a glare and you looked away back to your computer.

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t you have a job to do?” You asked.

“Yep, and that job is to annoy you,” he grinned.

You smiled and shook your head. “You’re feisty today, Avery. I like it.”

“Just tryin’ to uh… match your energy,” he admitted sheepishly.

He then became shy, which was how he usually was. More so around you than anyone else, even though he has worked with you for over a year.

You were hired as the new ER/Clinical Nurse. From the moment he saw you, he fell in love. You were beautiful. Beyond gorgeous. You were also incredibly smart, too, which was what attracted him to you more. You were very knowledgeable about the medical sciences, even more so than him, and he had been doing this for five years, you only having done this for two years. You amazed him, really. With your bold, teasing attitude and your compassionate, kind heart, he was whipped.

The same thing happened to you. Hard to believe, right?

You had met Tom on your third day of work. Waking up early was getting to you and you were basically asleep at work that day. You were carrying around a cup of coffee you had just gotten from the cafeteria. You were yawning, sluggish, and not paying attention to where you were walking. You ended up running into Tom. Cliché, but true.

You spilled some of your coffee on his paramedic jacket. That woke you up instantly. You started to panic and apologize profusely, scared to death that you were going to get fired. But once you looked up into those kind, forest-green eyes of his, all your worries went away, and your fear was replaced with curiosity and attraction.

You apologized only once more, then slipping into a flirty tone. You immediately saw that he was courteous and sweet, qualities that made you fall for him impossibly more. He also ended up complimenting you a bunch that morning. He must’ve known that flattery was a way into your heart, because you were left giggling and swaying from side-to-side like a school girl.

And there, your friendship began. You two were attached to the hip and affectionate with each other. Too affectionate, actually. Whenever you two got lunch together on your days off, people would often mistake you two for lovers. You two would smile politely and correct the strangers, but on the inside, that’s all you two wanted.

“Ask her out, man!” Mark, who was rolling his eyes at his friend who had been staring at you across the hall for fifteen minutes.

Tom turned to Mark, glaring at him. “You know I can’t do that.”

“And why not? She obviously has the hots for you,” Mark nudged Tom’s shoulder.

Tom blushed and shook his head, lowering it down to peer at you from his lashes. “We’re best friends, it’s weird. She probably thinks of me as a brother more than a potential boyfriend.”

“I highly doubt that,” Mark scoffed. “If you don’t ask her out, then I will.”

Tom’s eyes widened is disbelief, his fist coming in contact with Mark’s arm. “Hey! That’s not funny!”

“What’s not funny?” Your voice made Tom jump.

He didn’t realize you had walked over. He lowered his hands from Mark, stuffing them in his pockets. “U-Um, n-nothing.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then at Mark, then back at him. You knew he was lying and you wanted to know desperately. “C’mon. You guys know I don’t like to be left out.”

“It-It’s really nothing, Y/n,” Tom chuckled.

“We were talking about asking you out,” Mark grinned.

Your brows raised and your jaw dropped. You most definitely weren’t expecting that.

“U-Uh, um… W-Why?” You laughed awkwardly and nervously.

“Well, see, Tom here—”

“Mark! Shut up!” Tom hissed. Mark smirked, clapping Tom on the shoulder. “Right, you should tell her. I have to go on a call anyways, see you two lovebirds later!”

Mark left the two of you sweating and avoiding all eye-contact. This was one of the few times where you had no quick, witty remark. You both stood in the hall for a few moments before your pager went off. You pressed the button, looking up at Tom whose face was still bright red.

“So um, I gotta uh—” You said.

“Right, right. Yeah, I’ll just—”

“Of course. No worries um, I—”

You two started to walk, bumping into each other at once. You two let out breathy laughs. Tom stepped out of the way for you.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you, Tom,” you smiled.

“Of course,” he nodded.

You gave him a little poke before walking away, Tom looking back at your retreating figure. He sighed, biting his lip as he contemplated stopping you to ask out. He knew that this might be his only chance, so he shouted your name. You stopped just before you turned the corner.

“Yeah?” You called out.

“Meet me at the food court after work today!” He exclaimed.

Your eyes widened, a shocked, but excited smile spreading across your lips. “Alright. It’s a date.” And with that, you turned the corner, needing to get to your patient.

“Yes!” Tom jumped up and down, fist-pumping the air in triumph.

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“Finally!” Grey squealed. “I know! I’ve been waiting for like, ever.” You giggled as pulled on your jeans.

“Why didn’t you just ask him out?” Miranda asked.

“I wasn’t sure if he liked me,” you shrugged.

“Bullshit,” Richie snorted. “Hey, at least I didn’t wait two years to ask the girl of my dreams, then end up cheating on her with some newbie surgeon,” you shot back.

Grey and Miranda ‘oohed’ as Richie shut his locker.

“I hope you choke on a hotdog,” Richie muttered.

“It’s not gonna be a hotdog I’ll be choking on!” You grinned.

Richie gave you the finger as he walked out of the locker room. You chuckled as you buttoned your blouse. You tucked the button into your jeans, opening your locker to touch up your makeup. You brushed your brows up and put on another layer of lipstick, flattening the collar of your shirt before grabbing your purse and shoving your scrubs on the shelf.

“Alright, I am off! See you two tomorrow!” You exclaimed as you walked out of the locker room.

You made your way to the first floor and to the little outside food court that your hospital had. You spotted Tom by the popcorn stand, on his phone. You smiled and went to approach him from behind. You put your hands over his eyes, making him inhale sharply.

“Guess who?” You whispered.

“Hm… My worst nightmare?” He guessed.

“Ha-Ha. You’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes.

Tom smiled and turned to you. “Thank you. I’ll be here all night.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way,” you smiled.

His smile got impossibly wider as he looked at you. “You look beautiful.”

“Why, thank you. You look handsome. As always,” you complimented.

“Thank you. So uh, what are you hungry for?” He asked.

“Hm, anything. I have my wallet so—”

“No, I’m paying. I was the one who asked you out tonight, and plus, a man always pays on the first date.”

“Wow. What a gentlemen.”

“Well, I try,” he shrugged sheepishly.

You two walked over to the hot dog stand, ordering two grilled hot dogs and diet Cokes. Tom got his with mustard and relish while you just got yours with ketchup. You thanked the employee, walking over to a nearby bench. Tom let you take the first seat, earning a thankful smile from you.

The sun was setting as it was nearing 9 PM. You leaned against the bench, taking a bite of your hot dog as Tom started conversing.

“So, how was your day?” He asked. “Hm,” you thought for a moment. “Pretty good considering that the guy I’ve been crushing on for over a year asked me out.”

You turned your head, smiling up at him. He smiled back at you, sighing and sitting back, slouching slightly.

“Yeah, I might’ve taken too long,” he said.

“Eh,” you shrugged. “I feel like if we had gone out earlier, it might not have worked out or something. I mean, there is a reason why things happen. Maybe the universe was just getting us comfortable with each as friends before we became romantic partners.”

His brows raised in surprise. He had never heard you talk like that before. You were always saying witty remarks or barking out orders to the other nurses. He’d never actually sat down and had a somewhat-deep conversation with you. You noticed his stare, looking down, suddenly flustered.

“What?” You muttered, taking a sip of your soda. “I’ve just… Never heard you talk like that before,” he explained.

“What? Like an intellectual?” You teased. “You know that’s not what I meant,” he poked your forearm.

“Ah, I know, I know. Well, did you like my little philosophical reasoning?” You asked.

“I did. You’re very smart,” he complimented. “Oh,” you chuckled. “Now you’re making me all jittery and nervous! That’s my job.”

“Oh, how the turns have tabled,” he remarked.

You let out a genuine laugh, finishing your hotdog. You looked at him once you swallowed, leaning against your arm as you admired him. You actually had never taken the time to really stare at him. Not while you were directly facing him, anyways. He was handsome, to say the least. His eyes held sensitivity and warmth. His smile lit up any room and never failed to make you happy. He had soft-looking, light-brown hair that you always have wanted to play with.

Not to mention, he had an amazing six-pack that was always hidden under his button-up shirts and paramedic jacket. You had managed to sneak peaks once in a while whenever you two would go to the gym together Saturday mornings. He had an amazing, unbelievable personality, too. He managed to keep a teasing, but respectful attitude at all times. He was actually the man of your dreams.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked, blushing heavily at your gaze.

“Just thinkin’ ‘bout you,” you smiled. “Hm, what about me? All good things, I hope,” he chuckled.

“Oh, trust me. All thoughts about you are always good,” you assured. “Oh, good,” he smirked.

You turned your head to the now-starry sky. You took a sip of your soda, scooting closer to Tom. You leaned your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent, it making your heart rate while simultaneously calming you. Tom’s own heart raced as you got closer to him. He gingerly slid his arm around your waist. You leaned into him more as confirmation. He relaxed his hand against your hip. You admired the stars, smiling as you were content.

“Gorgeous night tonight,” you commented.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed, looking at your happy face. “Gorgeous.”

You felt his stare burning into the crown of your head. You moved away from him slightly, looking up at him with a quizzical look.

“Did you say that while staring at me or the stars?” You asked.

“Hm, take your pick,” he shrugged.

You grinned, moving close to him again. You put your hand on his thigh, peering at him through your lashes. “You use that line on every girl you go out with?”

“Nope, only the special ones.” He shook his head, moving closer in the process.

“Oh, so I’m special? I never know you thought about me that way,” you teased, leaning in naturally.

Tom could feel your breath on his lips and his eyes trailed down to them. They were tainted with red as most of your lipstick had gotten wiped off from your food. They looked irresistible nonetheless. So soft and full, surely a perfect fit for his. Your own eyes trailed down to his lips, making you lick your lips subconsciously. Your eyes went back up to his, his eyes meeting yours just seconds later.

“I think about you in a lot of ways, you don’t even know,” Tom whispered.

“I want to know,” you replied quickly. “Why don’t you show me?”

Tom looked into your eyes, seeing your pupils bleeding into your irises. His hand that was on your hip settled at your lower back, pulling you closer to him. His free hand went up to your cheek, cupping it and pulling your face in closer. You closed your eyes as you felt like you were floating. Your lips met slowly, almost tentatively.

Your lips moved with his in a testing manner, feeling your way into the kiss. By the third kiss, your hands were around neck and you two were french-kissing. His lips felt like a silk pillow. As your tongue roamed his mouth, you could taste the tartness from the mustard and relish. You didn’t mind, though. All you were focused on was the fact that you were finally kissing him. And it was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined.

Tom pulled away first, his chest heaving up and down. Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with his bright green eyes that were filled with excitement. You mirrored his expression, your hand going up to his cheek. You rubbed your thumb up and down on his cheekbone, your eyes flickering between his eyes to his lips a few times.

“Next time I’ll take us to a fancy place,” Tom spoke up.

“Well, I don’t mind keeping it casual, but hey, as long as your buying,” you teased. “Who would I be if I wouldn’t?” Tom chuckled.

“Definitely not the man I’ve grown to love.”

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Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Parings: Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, characters are in their third year.

Word Count: 5.4K

The two honor students of UA so happen to be childhood enemies. During the succession that is exams, Y/N is determined to beat Bakugou.

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Exam season has commenced on the campus of U.A. Students woke up in a frenzied state, slightly nervous to the late night studying they’ll endure for the weeks to come. Not enough caffeine can energize them to be in complete motivation mode. A couple of students have taken the leisure of paying those to exchange notes, considering most of the questions will be going over every little detail in each subject. The exams don’t begin till next week, but a few of the honor students have already hit the books, not once indulging in a break or two till the sun sets. One of those students just so happen to be you, an inspiring young hero with the hunger for being on top of everything. Ever since middle school, teachers would constantly praise you on your performance during tests. It was no surprise to anyone when you aced the entrance exam to U.A, a remarkable score leading you closer to reaching your dream. Although your scores on every test was superb, someone else would occasionally steal the spotlight with by topping your score. That person in particular has been tailing behind you ever since middle school, another honor student who also attends U.A as well. Did you mention he also is in the same hero course as you?

Katsuki Bakugou is his name. A name that burns the tip of your tongue whenever you gave roll call alongside Iida. The man is a ball of pure fury. He exuded nothing but anger and hostility whenever he’s in a room. Despite his aggressive exterior, Katsuki is an avid academic student who manages to score excellent grades in each of his classes. For the past 3 years of attending U.A, you two are considered the star studded scholars, never once failing a test, midterm, pop quiz , you name it! Now with your hero course almost coming to an end, you were determined to at least score the highest result this exam season, leaving Bakugou in the dust with his inadequate score. Maybe have him crying in the corner would suffice the drawn out rivalry you two established. No one verbally said it was an all out war between you two, but everytime those test results are posted on the board, everyone steered clear for the both of you to silently react. Everyone awaits for the day when one of you finally snaps and start clawing at each other. But alas, only the mere exchange of a side eye and a curt nod. Deep down you do want to slap the smirk that always resides on his face during those moments, showing him you weren’t just going to let him win by smarts.

That’s why now you sit alone on the cushioned couch in the commons area, books sprawled around you like a protective barrier. You had your eyes glued to a textbook about the history of quirks and their physiology, a class in which you needed to spend studying the most for. It’s been a a few hours into your little study session, and you were beginning to feel the drag of how much you needed to actually work on. All this including your current homework and your mandatory internship studies at an agency. It was all too much to handle. So, maybe you do deserve a break.

Pushing the book aside, you stretched out your cramped up arms and sigh in relief. In the corner of your eye you spot a familiar head of ashy blonde walking into the commons room, books and notebooks crammed into his armpit while holding what seems to be an energy drink. Your eye twitched watching him plop down onto the couch across from you, never once paying attention to your presence. Katsuki then rests his bare feet on the wooden coffee table, opening one of his textbooks with the swipe of his thump. For some odd reason, this really riled you up. And it was clear Katsuki noticed too.

“Am I bothering you? Hm?” He smugly asked, eyes not wavering from the text before him.

You scoffed.

“No. Just, don’t speak while I’m trying to study okay?”

He clicked his tongue at you.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re studying to me. Looks like you’ve given up already. What gives?”

His comment made you even angrier.

“Given up? Kacchan, you’ve barely started.”

Looking up, you can see a faint vein forming against the temple of his forehead. His fists clenched tightly, crumpling the sides of the textbook. His eyes now were averted to yours. The crimson death glare, you’d call it.

“I was training with Kirishima, dumbass. So of course I couldn’t hop onto my studies earlier,” he started. Katsuki opens his energy drink with one finger, the pop of the air leaving the can satisfying to your ears, and took a swing of it. “Also, don’t ever fucking call me that. If I hear it from your mouth again I won’t hesitate to use my quirk on you.”

An intriguing idea. Usually you’d be the one to threaten your enemy, but Katsuki like always beat you to the punch.

“No thanks, I’d rather be harassed by grape juice than be blasted from the likes of you,” the taunt in your voice triggered something within Katsuki, causing him to tense up in pure anger. “Besides, I’m planning on studying all day till my eyes fall out. So don’t expect me to leave this spot.”

His smirk was soon on full display, uncrossing his legs to lean forward so he can rest his elbow on his knee.

“Oh really? Just so you know we have an early training tomorrow in preparation for our final exam. Wouldn’t want ya to, cha know, fail?” He didn’t even sound slightly concern for yourself and your future study habits, you can tell he wishes for you to fuck up your sleeping schedule to miss the important training in the morning.

“I have an alarm set on my phone so I don’t miss my beauty rest. Wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity of kicking your ass tomorrow,” you held your mobile device triumphantly, waving it back and forth to mock him.

With the roll of his eyes, Katsuki returned back to his studies, leaving you to sadly resume as well. Before he entered the commons area, you were about to head into your dorm room to take a nap, but now you were obligated to stay put without letting him think you’re already burnt out.

Silently, you both continued on with the unspoken competition.

-

Evening struck quicker than you expected, cascading the soft glow of the painted sky through the windows, illuminating both you Katsuki in a pink hue. Thankfully, Katsuki took your words into consideration and never spoke to you during the session, giving you an easy feeling of relaxation without him making it another competition.

Already you finished your notes for advance foreign language, quirk physiology, and mathematics. So far, you were ahead of everyone else, with the exception of Katsuki. Occasionally, you’d catch yourself glancing over at him working intensively in his small corner, highlighting and jotting down every minuscule detail in his notebook. This was your first time witnessing how Katsuki studies. To your disappointment, his regime was nothing out of the ordinary. Then how the fuck does he manage to score high grades? It simply baffled you.

A stampede of footsteps was to be heard coming from the hallway leading to the commons area. After what seems to be years, you cranked your head away from your notebook to see Kirishima and the rest of the gang marching towards the direction of both you and Katsuki, who was currently shooting daggers at the group of friends. The red head was the first to speak out of the four of them.

“Aye Bakubro! Wanna skip the studying for a little and eat with us at NoodleShop?” His smile gleamed brightly, showcasing his shark incisors.

“Y/N you too! Come join us. I’ll pay!” Mina chimed in.

Noodles sounded pretty appetizing right about now. You skipped out on lunch, too engrossed on the idea of getting a head start for the exams. Now you regret the decision of leaving your stomach on empty.

But you still had so much left to do. And knowing Katsuki’s competitive nature, he wasn’t going to move an inch from his spot.

“It’s okay Mina, I uh- already ate a big meal awhile ago,” you dismissed her, patting your belly to show you were indeed, full.

As if on cue, a loud growl erupted from the depths of your stomach, the noise reverberating across the soundless space. Denki and Sero both snickered.

To your amazement, Katsuki got up from the couch and trailed over to the group, slipping on his red hoodie that was draped on the arm rest. He took a quick glimpse at you and smirked over his shoulder.

“Watch my things for me will ya, extra?” And with that they all left the area as a group.

You huffed in defeat and stared back at your jumbled pile of notes, the writing transcending from neat to sloppy text. At least you don’t have an explosive blonde sharing the same air as you for now. You reached into your bag and grabbed another textbook, this one being more heftier than the others.

“Oh well, more time for studying...” you said to yourself as you skimmed through the pages of Hero First Aid: Volume 6.

-

The beautiful spring sky soon was replaced by the expanse of darkness, the twinkle of the bright stars catching your eyes. The moon alone helped cast a sheen of light, allowing you to work in the dimly lit up space. Bakugou didn’t return to retrieve his stuff, all of which were sat untouched in a hasty mess. You figure him and the rest of the gang would have been back on campus by now, but everyone in class 1-A have locked themselves in their dorms since lights out will commence in a few. Aizawa has yet to prohibit you from staying past the curfew. As long as you don’t go running among the halls like a lunatic and stay strictly to studying, he’s all game. And that’s exactly what you did.

A couple of students murmured as they passed by you, saying things like “Does she ever have a life” or “All she does is study...no wonder no one has asked her out yet”. As much as the comments sting, you knew they weren’t true to your heart. Last year, someone in class 2-B formally asked you to the dance. To their dismay, you rejected them on the spot. Only because you didn’t have time to date or talk romantically with anyone. It’s a distraction to both your education and future career.

Okay, so maybe they were partially correct. At least you had your first kiss before entering U.A? But the person who stole your kiss was obligated to do so, after being dared by their fellow acquaintances. Nothing more beyond that have you explored with another person.

Submerged in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the presence of the angry blonde, hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie as he strolled to the couch that had all his materials. He began to gather his things when suddenly he freezes, remembering what you said about not moving an inch from your spot. He’s astonished to see you cemented on the same couch, in the same position, notes blanketing your thighs along with the pile books pooling at the edge.

You really are determined to beat him, he thought. Bakugou can’t deny he’s impressed with your ambition and drive to be the best among your peers, even if that means sacrificing basic human needs. Like food and sleep.

Although, looking at you right now in this state, with your eyes threatening to close shut, mouth slightly agape, and hair bunched up in a tight knot, it’s clear you were exhausted. He spoke without realizing it.

“Hey dumbass! The fuck you still doing here, huh? It’s almost lights out.”

His brooding voice startled you awake, causing the papers on your lap to spill on the carpeted floor. Bakugou coughed out a low chuckle, amused by how the mere sound of his voice scares you.

“Oh it’s just you,” you said, disregarding how that could easily irritate him.

“Yeah, it’s me. Anyway you should be getting rest. You’re smart enough to know that, idiot.”

Even though it was a subtle backhanded compliment, you couldn’t help but to appreciate him acknowledging your intellect.

“I can’t. I have to go over my flash cards for mathematics and then finish this week’s homework for tomorrow—.”

“Holy fucking shit shut up. Don’t you realize what you’re doing to yourself right now?” When you didn’t answer, Bakugou slapped his forehead. “You’re gonna burn yourself out dumbass! Then you won’t have any motivation left to study for when the exams are actually starting.”

Stunned, you watch as Bakugou stomps over to where you’re sitting at, crimson eyes never leaving yours. He then props his leg on the cushion next to your trembling thighs, out stretching his arm to grab ahold of something. Too focused on the proximity between you two, it didn’t register that he swiped your flash cards from your hands. What is wrong with him? Does he want to sabotage you this badly before exams?

“Bakugou! Give those back! I need them for my exam on Monday!” you ignored how whiny you sounded, not wanting to give Katsuki the satisfaction he thinks he deserves.

“You really think whining like a bitch will make me hand these over? Think again, dumb-.”

You cut him off with a surprise attack, shoving his entire body to the ground with the force of yours. Bakugou’s arms were pinned above him as you tried to pry the flash cards from his death grip on them. Stubbornly, he wiggles his body to keep you from reaching his arms, almost knocking you off his torso like a bull. Looking down, both of you were in a compromising position. Straddling his hips while he laid lifelessly underneath you, panting like a feral dog. You tried to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body as you felt his groin rub against your sex, but failed tremendously when he can obviously see the prominent blush creeping on your cheeks.

“What the fuck was that all about?! Why are you so adamant about beating me so much!” He yelled directly in your face.

A question that neither of you knew the answer to. Why were you so determined to destroy Bakugou? Shouldn’t a fellow honor student be happy that another is also making their education a main priority? Or maybe there is another underlying reason, something deeper under the dermis of your skin that you couldn’t quite reach.

You further the distance away from his face by leaning backwards, eventually hitting the front of his thighs and kneecaps.

“You don’t understand. I have to be good at everything. I need this in order to be the hero I’ve been wanting to be. Even if that means neglecting my own needs...” you paused, unsure if Bakugou was even listening anymore. “That is, until you came along and ruined everything.”

“Hah?!” His reaction was incredulous.

“Don’t “Hah” me! It’s been your plan all along since middle school to top me at everything. So why me?!”

“Well maybe it’s because I’ve always looked up to you dumbass! Have you ever considered that!”

The words tumbled out of his throat as if he’s been holding off on the sentiment. Bakugou Katsuki, the abrasive yet studious boy, just so happens to admire you? Never it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, you also strived to be the absolute best solely because of him. The way he strides into a battle with confidence, not an ounce of doubt that he’ll lose. His diabolical strategies that somehow works out in the end. Or the way how underneath that rough exterior, he believes he’ll be the one left climbing to the top, along with his peers. It’s his sticky pride that kept the rivalry between you two so alive. But was it really a rivalry after all this time?

Eyes widen at the confession, you stay frozen on his lap, fingers bunching up the top half of his hoodie. The silence broke Katsuki. For once, he wanted you to at least admit it, that you were also in the same boat as he is right now. So, he hesitantly reaches out and rests his palm against your flushed face, basking in at your sudden reaction to him touching you.

“Why does everything have to be a competition between us?” His soft spoken voice was uncharacteristic for him, you were so used to his gravelly tone after years of being the victim to it.

You felt the traces of his warm finger tips tickling lines on your outer cheek, as if he’s done this before.

“Isn’t that our dynamic? Competitive enemies?” The comment made him quirk an eyebrow at you.

“Enemies? You were never one in my eyes in the first place...” He trailed off, getting distracted by how close you’ve gotten to his face. To his lips.

“Then, what am I to you?” you leaned in closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes. You took notice that his pupils were dilated, making his eyes darker than usual. The hand rubbing lines on your cheek snaked around behind your head, taking full comfort on the base of your neck. The feeling was quite foreign to you. How long you yearned till days on end for someone to touch you tenderly like this. Especially from someone like Katsuki Bakugou.

“Does this answer your question.” Was all he said before smashing his lips to mount yours, the sudden contact making you shiver in his arms.

You felt him breathe out in surprise against your mouth when you took the initiative by swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. The kiss was exquisitely slow and intense. So intense that Bakugou forgot where he even was at the moment, too engulfed at the texture of your tongue asking for entrance. The fingers digging into the back of your neck started to hurt, but you didn’t mind the pain, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses. You can hear the harsh undertones of his breathing every time you slightly moved the lower half of your body.

“Stop moving, idiot,” he said breathlessly.

He knew he was fucked by seeing the smirk forming on your lips.

“Oh, you mean like this?” You then grind your hips in a harsh motion, relishing in the bashful look on Katsuki’s face.

He let his hands go freely, attaching themselves on both sides of your hips, grounding you to stop altogether. He sat in an upright position, encasing you between his legs and hard chest, your legs wrapping around his torso. Any other time it’d be comforting, but right now you felt like a bird trapped in a cage.

“Who knew the good girl would be so disobedient? Kind of hot not gonna lie.” He bent his head to where it was directly hovering over the sensitive spot on your collarbone. “Even when we’re just making out, you have to make everything a goddamn competition huh?”

A gasp left your throat once his tongue licked a clean strip on the surface. He chuckled, loving the feeling of you squirming in his muscular arms and continued the attack on your skin. His feather-like kisses switched to full on feverish sucking and biting. He proceeded to suck on the area, letting go with a definite ‘pop’, then returned back by making out on the bruised skin.

The combination of his tongue, the death grip on your hip, and the bulge protruding from his loose sweatpants was too much stimulation already. Before you knew it, Katsuki abruptly stood up from the floor, along with you, and placed you back on the plush couch. Your legs were wide open, giving him a good view of your white panties beneath the school skirt. You clamped your legs together after seeing the blonde lick his lips at the sight.

“D-Don’t be such a pervert,” you squeaked out.

That didn’t stop him from slipping his hand in between the crack of your legs, spreading them wider than before.

“Stop lying to yourself. You’ve imagined me between these thighs haven’t you?” The silence following his question was enough to suffice him. “Such a naughty girl.” Those crimson eyes stared straight ahead as he tugged your panties down a notch.

Here?! Right now? Why couldn’t he reside both of you in his dorm? It was literally at the end of the hallway. Plus, the thought of your teacher, Aizawa, catching you would be mortifying.

Your hand quickly latched itself around Katsuki’s forearm, halting him from proceeding his lustrous actions.

“What are you doing?! We could get caught you idiot!”

Katsuki grins and says, “You’re right. We need to find a way to shut you up.” Without preamble, he practically ripped the thin panties with sheer ferocity, causing you to yelp. You were about to scold him for ruining your favorite pair when said panties got shoved into your open mouth. “Remember, don’t want to get us caught right? Now be the good girl like you are and stay quiet for me.” Obediently you nodded at his order and prayed that whatever he’s going to do to you won’t be too much.

Katsuki hummed, obviously pleased at how well you’re going along with this. He wonders how far you’ll go till you break. With the swipe of his tongue, Katsuki dragged it up and down on the opening of your drenched sex. You mewled at the new sensation, legs already trembling as he his own salvia covered your folds. He bit and nibbled on the sweet spot, the clit, and lapped a few lazy strokes with his pointer finger in circular motions. Before you could stop him, he inserted the lubricant finger into your hole slowly, pumping it a couple of times to get you loosened up. Muffled moans perked up the ears of Katsuki. Looking up, he saw the beautiful sight of your eyes rolled behind your head along with the familiar tint of red on your cheeks. Just like the secretive slut you truly are, you swayed your hips to create more friction. Katsuki acknowledged your needy movements and dipped his head between your legs again, returning back to kissing your sex open mouthed. The lewd noises of him sucking on your wetness elicited a long drawn out moan from you, making Katsuki’s own cock twitch at the glorious sound.

“You’re so fucking cute like this. Almost coming from just my tongue and fingers. Fucking slut,” he said between suctions. “God, what were we thinking...we could’ve just resolved our issues like this every time.”

You grabbed a handful of his spiked up hair and raised his head away from your lower region. While doing so, you spit out the soaked clothed panty from your mouth, letting it drift off to the floor.

“Just s-shut up and do something about m-me,” you manage to croak out. You flicked your eyes on Katsuki and to the hand buried inside your skirt.

“Ah, want more than just my fingers? Could’ve just said so. Why are you being so quiet with your needy demands, babe?”

This newfound nickname plucked a heart sting within you. You shook off his snarky comment and stood up from the couch. If it’s a competition he wants, then it’s a competition he’ll get.

“Take off your pants and sit on the couch.”

Craning his head back, his own roar of a laughter bounced across the quiet room. Laughter dying down, his expression changed seeing how serious you actually were.

“Tch. Whatever you say dumbass. Don’t want you to explode on me now.”

He did as you said and removed the article of clothing, leaving him in nothing but his red boxer briefs. The bulge grew bigger the longer you stared at it. He laid back on the plush cushion and rested his arms behind his head.

“Alright, I’m waiting Y/N,” he taunted you.

One by one, you unbutton your school uniform and let it fall off your shoulders, along with your plaid skirt pooling at your ankles. Arms crossed on your chest you tower over Katsuki, who was surprisingly not staring at your goods, but your eyes. Beckoning you forward with his glare, you straddle him immediately, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

My, all these years of being in the same class and never once did you take advantage of appreciating how chiseled he looked in his hero costume. Sometimes you’d glance his way or pretend to be busy, but really, you wanted to see him in action. The way how his muscles would contract with each swing or punch. It was enough to make a girl swoon. Now you were swooning for sure. On his lap to be precise.

“Oi, you gonna do something nerd? My cock isn’t going to finish off itself.” His voice snapped you back to reality.

It took a few minutes, but you were finally hovering over the tip of his throbbing member, the glistening of his pre-cum coating your fingers. You teased him by rubbing just the tip against your entrance, lubricating the member even more. He tried to muffle his whines, but failed tremendously after feeling his tip graze your sex. Both of you were heavily now, anticipation radiating off of your sweaty bodies. Tenderly, you kissed him open mouth while sheathing yourself on his cock.

“Holy shit, holy fuck fuck fuck,” the vulgar words spilled from his mouth against yours as you bottomed out. You stayed in that position. Still unsure what to do and what you got yourself into. Pretty sure you’re torturing Katsuki by the minute.

“F-Fucking move," He growled in your ear.

Leaning in closer you whisper, “You have to beg for it then.” You nibbled the loose skin on the bottom of his ear and tugged it gently.

“Hell no! God-fucking-damnit don’t make this a competition right now Y/N.” The palm of his abnormally large hand pushed your face away from his. You giggled.

“C’mon Bakugou, there’s no harm in it. Just say please?”

“Fuck you shitty woman...”

“That’s not begging,” you pouted.

He pursed his lips. Bakugou admittedly is getting more turned on by the minute, and not just because you were practically inside him.

“P-Please fucking move. I w-want you to fuck me so bad you have no idea. Please Y/N...”

Smiling, you raised your hips to where the veins on the side of his member scraped the walls within you. It made your cunt twitch in pure ecstasy. Slowly, you lowered yourself back down, only this time you weren’t stagnant. You repeated the same vertical movements, clashing your hips with his. Bakugou titled his head back on the couch, degrading sentiments leaving his mouth as his hands grasped the sweaty flesh of your ass, squeezing it harshly every time you bounced on his dick. The tip of his member taking your breath away as it prodded the spongy walls.

“Yes- oh fuck yes. Ngh, keep doing that. Yeah like that. Hah-fuck, don’t stop,” he said between the constant panting.

Due to your rapid bouncing, your boobs were flailing in the air, occasionally hitting Bakugou in the face. Katsuki took matters into his own hands and latched his mouth around one of your perked nipples. You squealed at the sudden sensation.

“B-Bakugou...don’t do that...it’ll make me come faster,” you moaned as he grazed his teeth on your taut nipple.

For revenge, he tugged back the areola till it reached a few centimeters from your chest. Painful yes, but you couldn’t deny it felt amazing. He quickly let go and returned to sucking on the tit, lathering it up with his own spit. All the while you were riding him till the muscles and tendons in your legs gave out. Steadying your hands on his shoulders, you grounded on your knees to give yourself a better leverage. Feeling touch starved, Bakugou shoved your hands from his shoulders and laced his fingers between them. Like a missing puzzle piece, you fit in perfectly with him. Everything about you was perfection. You defined it. Sitting here watching as you take him well, physically or not, he was completely enamored by the mere sight of you. He craned his head to brush just the tip of your nose. A nose he unmistakably mentally captured because he loved the feature so much.

Although, he couldn’t think straight after that once you bottomed out again and rolled your hips in tune to his panting. You made a mess out of the aggressive blonde. Each time you swayed your body to the side he’d grunt out a low moan, trying to contain his usual loud profanities from waking up your classmates. Bakugou reached down and teasingly rubbed the sensitive bud, getting revenge for all the times you’ve pissed him off. Under your breath, you moaned out his last name.

“Say my name,” he grunted, hands continuing to expertly work on you from below.

Confused, you obeyed and moaned, “Bakugou!”

Suddenly, a painful sting sparked throughout your lower back. Eyes glued shut due to the searing pain, you whimper feeling a calloused hand smooth over the spot on your ass.

Katsuki spanked you. And you liked it.

“My actual name, dumbass. I wanna hear it coming from your mouth.”

With a thrust, you continue moving up and down on his cock, never once missing a beat.

“K-...Katsuki. Katsuki-Katsuki...” his name sounded ethereal, as if he was a higher being.

Katsuki returned the favor and fisted your hair in a tight knot, your scalp screaming at how harsh he was pulling.

“That’s a good girl.”

With a playful slap to your behind, Katsuki roughly shoves you to mount his lips again. Lips parted, both of your tongues twisted against each other, sharing a decent amount of saliva. He slipped out and pecked your lips a few times before biting down on your bottom lip. It didn’t hurt like all the times he inflicted pain on you previously. But this time you swore you felt the trickle of blood trailing down to your chin. The coppery taste infiltrating your taste buds only increased your arousal. What a masochist.

Bakugou noticed the pacing of your movements decreasing, indicating you are already feeling worn out, and steadied his hands onto your hips.

“Just let me do the work here, dumbass,” he said as he thrusted sharply into your womb, causing you to whimper into his neck. “I’ll take good care of you. You deserve a break from studying after all.”

-

You woke up feeling dizzy and fatigued, body aching from your toes to your head. From what you can remember, you were in the middle of studying when...

Katsuki happened.

Then you realized you weren’t in the commons area anymore. Somehow, you were laying in a medium sized bed, covers strewn over your naked body, along with a muscular arm draped across your torso. To your side you can see a passed out Katsuki snoring quietly into his pillow. Even when he’s asleep, he still looks angry.

Jolting upright, you carefully pry his arm from your body. No prevail. He’s got a strong hold on you.

He shuffled in his sleep and tightened his grip around you.

“Mmm...not leaving...stay a little longer,” he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “We both can’t walk out of your dorm in the morning. People will get suspicious of us. Not to mention Aizawa,” you retorted back.

“Oh? Don’t like the idea of ‘us’ huh? That’s not what you said last night.”

You didn’t need to look to know he was wearing his infamous shit eating smirk.

“Shut up.”

For the first time you heard Katsuki genuinely laugh without forcing it. You looked over and saw his eyes wide open now, staring at nothing but you.

“Whatever, you love me Y/N.”

“I DO NOT!”

Grabbing your face with his rough hands, he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

“Go to fucking sleep nerd, we have a pre-exam in a few hours.”

-

(You can obviously tell I got lazy at the end LMFAO. This has been in my drafts for a LONG time. Also, this isn’t edited so please excuse the horrendous text that is this post. Xoxo)

#bakugou smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou

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han seo headcanons (part 4)

writing this is cathartic tbh. of course, i always write on the days i have an exam to prep for (aka my lit exam tmrw thats technically today)!! we make good life decisions here at clown nation <3

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tw: mentions of abuse

the first time they competed, vincenzo was away on his buisness trip to italy. he had some loose ends to tie up after his little contract and getting paulo off the helm of the mafia.

which meant that jipuragi was particularly empty without the italian-korean's presence. no one to give han seo a pat on his back. no one to look over cha-young's shoulder.

they all felt it hard, as if the firm had a huge hole where vincenzo is supposed to be

han seo felt himself looking at his desk every single time he passed by it. the first day was more jarring than the rest, he had gotten used to vincenzo's presence in his life.

it was a particularly late friday night at jipuragi. han seo lugged into the firm a gigantic stack of contracts and internal documents about babel so the laywers and him can go through each one. cha-young had to carry both her and vincenzo's load for that week with vincenzo in italy.

they were stressed and tired and had a million paper cuts from sorting through each pile of documents. all three of them were working quietly, the silence comfortable, save for the sounds of russling paper and pens scratching across notepads

"alright, i'm off for the night. i have a airplane competition tomorrow morning and i need jason to fly far for me so i can finally win that 500 dollar prize. goodnight byeonosanim, mr. jang" the paralegal said as he put on his satchel and took out his cycle. he waved his goodbyes as the he left, leaving han seo and cha-young in the office by themselves.

they had only known each other for two weeks, really. han seo always met his hyung vincenzo over drinks or over at his house. he only ever saw the pretty lawyer from a distance, usually when taking note of how his hyung vincenzo dotes over her just so he can tease him about her

and use her to distract his hyung

it always works

cha-young didn't know much about the young ceo, despite meeting him a couple times from her time at wusang. part of her never wanted to trust him, even though he had proven himself and his loyalty to vincenzo, because in the world she lived in, everyone could betray the other at any time

but his presence in the office was comforting to her. he had come in, dressed like an 80s disco star and all asking if he could join the team, and somehow, he stuck with her.

something in her wanted to trust him. he seemed unassuming and loyal to the core, especially to vincenzo. the way he always walked into the firm grinning, visiting the plaza residents. he had an energy about him that reminded him of a younger sibling she's always wanted

but she was burned once with prosecutor jung and she's learned her lesson so it was time for the ultimate test

"are you hungry?" she asked, shuffling through her papers one last time before standing up, and putting the stacks back into their file system

han seo was startled for a second, his head buried deep with in the papers, the words almost swimming together with the amount of times he had to look through these contracts

for a second, he thought she was speaking to vincenzo, not himself before he remembered that vincenzo wasn't here this week

"Oh yes, byeonosanim. Would you like to order something or..?" he'd replied as he stood up from his seat, giving his legs a strech. he had forgotten just how tired he was until she asked him, his body feeling the effects of running the company and being at jipuragi

"Yeah, we can. I have the perfect restaurant to get some food from! they're always open late too so it's really convenient" she quipped back, her back facing him as she started putting all the contracts back into place and started pulling out new ones to look over

he followed suit, clearing up the table he was working on and moving to the paralegal’s desk.

even though his work was often hard for him to understand, the legal and formal language needing multiple reads, he felt refreshed each time he came to the plaza

he'd established a daily routine here, going to check on the hee-soo at the snack bar, visiting the pawnshop

he's quite good with his hands. he'd always known he had a knack for taking things apart and fixing them, which especially helped at the pawnshop when college students and older families would come by with broken tablets and gadgets.

even though he was rich, barely anything was spent on him when his dad was alive. every single new outfit or toy always went to han-seok, where as he was stuck with the ragged hand me downs, and old toys.

so when he had gotten his first phone, and broken the keypad, (because han seok threw it across the room when he got angry that he had the same model as his illegitimate brother) he understood it was up to him to figure it out.

he was always good at taking things apart, from all his toy cars to majority of the gadgets and clocks he had in his house.

(there was a day, when he was younger, that he took apart han seok's toy car. the next school day he walked around with gloves, trying to forget about how his cuts hurt as he curled his fingers around a pencil)

taking things apart and then putting them back together the same way was somehow natural to him. but of course, none of that mattered since he couldn't score well enough on his exams to get past the courses he needed to into engineering. plus, he could imagine the sneer on his father's face if he told him what path he was considering...

for most of his life, he'd felt useless compared to his brother. he was never the quick-witted boy at school, failing his english courses and having to go to cram schools and tutoring sessions just to pass by.

he hated going to school everyday, having the teachers shame him for not being as smart as his brother, not being as charismatic or as smooth talking

the exam days were always the worst. looking at the exam sheet, his palms sweaty and his throat tight as he looked at the questions

the doubt was overwhelming. the pressure made him sweat and freeze up even though he knew the problems.

the kids at his schools always seemed to prefer han seok, for some weird reason, when to him he's always been the menace in his life.

han seok was the one to head the company. the one he can't measure up to in front of his father. the one to push the family forward. every bit of praise, every second of attention, it all went to han seok.

han seo was the mistake. the one who always fucked it up. the one who seemed to mess up his brother's plans.

his brother seemed to take it upon himself to remind him that he wasn't meant to be alive. and their father, believing it to be good for han seo, would force him to be tutored by han seok every day.

his brother had a field day with it, finding the most creative ways to abuse and torture him

of course, he's not allowed to say a word about it.

at first, working at jipuragi was anxiety inducing, sweat drenching his shirt each time he brought a document he thought useful to vincenzo, his throat closing up imagining the consequences of fucking up

he knew deep down, that vincenzo wasn't like his brother, he will not hurt him, he will not kill him

but the anxiety and panic are second nature to him

his eyes were glued to his shoes after he handed it over to vincenzo.

vincenzo paused, looking over the document with scrutiny. and his body was automatically bracing for a slap, a punch. at the very least a snide remark or a sneer.

instead he looked up at han seo, nodding, and told him "this is very useful. thank you."

thank you.

thank you. he blinked.

the words echoed in his head as he replayed them back over and over. thank you. in all his years working, no one had said thank you. no words of appreciation were ever dealt for doing his job. for doing something right.

unable to think of a reply, he walked back to his desk and sat down, the shock overwhelming him before he got his mind working again

although it took him double the time to go through the contracts than it did vincenzo or cha-young, he was never berated. there was never a comment about how slow he was, how he wasn't cut out for this, only appriciative glances and words when he did well

and when he didn't, they corrected him, gently. never maliciously, never taunting, always gentle.

and for the first time, he could breathe

the time passed by quickly as they both continued working in silence, han seo finishing up half a stack before the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it! ceo jang, can you set the table up?" cha-young looked toward as she went to grab the food from the delivery man

"yes, byeonosanim" he replied as he went to grab some disposable plates and wooden chopsticks from the cabinet

he set everything out just in time for the lawyer to set the food down. he squinted at the bowls she pulled out, the bright red liquid a stark contrast to the white containers.

"uh, byeonosanim, what is that?"

"hm? oh it's fire noodles. you don't mind spice do you, han seo?" she quirked her eyebrow at him, her voice sickly sweet

and he grinned at her and that was enough of an answer: it was showdown time.

so there he was, sitting across from cha-young, the container of red chili oil central to both of them. both of their suit coats were off, lest they start literally heating up.

oh, and if either of them reach for their water: they're out.

for about 10 seconds, they stared at each other, trying to psych each other out, before his phone timer counted down.

....3, 2, 1 and they were off!

both of them grabbed their chopsticks and spoons and ate two large bites and drank the broth before angling for one spoon full of chili oil into their noodles.

and on they went in this cycle, eating a bite and drinking broth, and pouring chili oil in after each cycle.

3 pours in, and they were still doing good, neither of them showing any signs of redness

6 pours in and his tongue was swollen, her eyes watery, their broth bright red

7 pours in and .... was it just him or was the room getting hotter?

8 and you could see the sweat dripping the lawyer's forehead, the sniffles of the lawyer getting louder and louder. meanwhile he was panting, trying to increase the circulation into his mouth

9 and their arms meet across the table, inches from the chili oil. their eyes lock, their faces bright red and the pain of his tongue unbearable

his eyes are squinted (from his eyes burning or from concentration, we'll never know) and the lawyer is making faces, trying to get him to give in

"it'll" *huff* "be easier" *huff* "if you give in now" *huff*

he laughed back, in response. "and let you win? no way. I'M getting that paper crown"

their eyes both glance at the flimsy, blue paper crown set upon it's carrier, a stack of contracts

she scoffed back (and almost choked) "absolutely not"

they stare each other down as they pour more in and go for another round

they swallow and in that second, cha-young made a fatal mistake

she breathed in the fumes. and coughed. and grabbed the water before she could think about it.

"AHAHA I WIN!!" he yelled out, the chair flying back as he jumped up, the layer of sweat easing up when he grabbed the bottle of water and chugged the whole thing down

the lawyer on the other hand, was slumped in the seat, taking the opportunity to also chug the water.

for around 10 seconds all they did was pant, getting their bodies back into a normal pace before cha-young spoke up

"fine i guess you win, have a great night!" she jabbered out quickly but he knew what she was trying to do

"nuh uh, nope, you're not getting out of this. we agreed! loser has to crown the winner." he grinned at her, his eyes completely closed as his happiness shone through

sighing, the lawyer grabbed the crown from it's holy pedastal and stomped over.

"tun ta da da !!! all hail king han seo, destroyer of spice, the unyielding one" she sang out, her voice deeper as traces of laughter tinted her voice

she placed the crown upon his name and bowed, "may he reign forever" and looked up and shot him a wink "at least, until i win next time"

he struck a superman pose, and puffed his chest out, before both of them crumbled into laughter, cha-young dramatic one ringing above his cackling

"we should do this again please, noona!" he wheezed out, his stomach hurting from laughter.

but it was only his ringing out, as hers cut out sharply.

"noona?"

he paused as his head whipped around to the lawyer, her head tilted as she looked at him

did i say that? i swear i called her byeonosanim... and he replayed the moment.

fuck.

"ah, i'm so sorry hong cha young byeonosanim, i overstepped, i apologize," he bowed in apology to her.

"do you call vincenzo byeonosanim hyung?"

"huh?" he looked up at her in confusion, "uh, yeah i do call him hyung. why?"

"you can call me noona then." she quipped back and for a second, he stared at her. wait what?

she clapped his back, and he choked on his spit, the clap knocking the air out of him "relax. you passed the test han-seo. i've always wanted a younger brother, you know? you can call me noona. as long as you remember your manners, that is," shooting him a wink

he glanced at her, before breaking out into the biggest grin, his gums peaking out.

"okay... cha-young noona!" he giggled, as they took their seats.

she grinned back, settling in.

"ah, you know noona, he said the same thing as you"

"huh?" she squinted back

"vin hyung! he said the same 'you better mind your manners'" han seo laughed as he mocked the korean-italian mafia's voice

"you know, that impression is spot on!" she laughed as he continued the voice, adding in the classic hand gestures, until both of them broke into laughter.

for some reason, both of them were instantly comfortable with one another.

for han seo, laughing with cha-young, trading insults and teasing felt warm, it felt like he'd found a best friend (a best friend who once upon a time he almost maimed by sending thugs after her, but she swore to him that all is forgiven) they had similar humor, similar tastes, similar personalities

for cha-young, he felt like a partner in crime. not like the way vincenzo her partner in life in crime, but in the way that they were both pranksters, both with similar personalities and bright humor

it felt like finding a sibling, a person to commit crimes with, a person to clown together with

"you know, noona, is vin hyung..." he paused mid-sentence, contemplating if he could ask this.

"go on, han seo" cha-young encouraged him, one hand bringing the bottle of water to her mouth

"is he your boyfriend?" he rushed out the words and—

he was sprayed in the face.

cha-young was sputtering as the water dripped off his face, and his eyes shut as he wiped off the excess

"yah, why would you even ask that?" she scoffed out refusing to meet his eyes, but he could see the red tint creeping up on her neck and her cheeks

he shot her a look.

"yeah, yeah okay. he and i are... partners"

"oh." he quipped back, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his face

"no, no, no" she shook her at him, "i do not have a crush on him"

he raised an eyebrow back "who said anything about a crush hm, noona?"

she froze and he knew he'd have next weeks entertainment sorted

"you know maybe i'll take back that younger brother thing if this is how it's like" she taunted, but he didn't feel any hurt. instead her teasing just made his heart soar, her teasing somehow a comfort

"oh, we're just getting started!" he quipped back, as they cleaned up for the night, continuing their conversation as they restored the firm back to order.

"i've noticed you going to the pawnshop a lot recently" she noted, as she grabbed a stack of contracts to put back into the filing cabinet

"ahh, yeah i've been helping them out. they're having a baby you know and it must be hard on both of them to run the shop" he responded as he stacked another set of contracts together, clearing Mr. Nam's desk

"you should do it."

"what?"

"study electronics. or at least continue working for the pawnshop."

he stared at her.

how did she know? for someone so bright and busy he didn't expect her to be so observant to him.

"oh please, like it's hard to notice. i've seen the way you always seem to be happier as you pass by the pawnshop. when i popped in during lunch, i saw you, hunched over the tablet. it's the happiest i've seen you look."

"oh." he grew quiet "it's a little too late, don't you think noona? for me to even consider that? i'd be a little foolish to follow that"

she sighed and turned to him, grabbing the stack from his arms. "let me tell you a story han seo. i'm 34 years old and a lawyer and don't get me wrong, i love doing this. but when i was little my dream was always to sing. but for years, i pushed it back, thinking i could never do it."

she stuffed the papers to the back corner, somehow managing to stuff it in and turned back to him.

"so, noona? did you do it?"

"patience. a couple weeks after my final exam for law school, i said why the hell not. and now i've been taking lessons one and off for years!"

"you should give a demo!! sing for us"

"oh, please i couldn't possibly do it" she tucked her hair back, looking bashful.

"ple-" he barely got the words out.

"oh of course, if you insist!" she grabbed the empty water bottle and climbed on her stool, the makeshift stage for the night

"noona! noona!!" han seo cheered her on as she stood up. she cleared her throat, moving her head to the side and warming up

and she opened her mouth.

and sang.

if you could call that singing.

what came out was more of a series of tone-deaf screeches, making him wince but mask his face with a smile, trying to solider through the pain.

he clapped as SOON as she finished the last note, his ears grateful for the break. she took a flourished bow as she jumped off the stool

"how was it?"

"noona, that was amazing!" he lied, trying his best to stop the ringing in his ears.

she smacked him with her water bottle "yah! you liar! i'm god awful" she made one of her classic faces.

"you know??? and you made me endure that???" he touched his ears. he expected to see blood but luckily the damage wasn't too bad

"YAH!" she smacked him again. "you brat, the point isn't that i'm good or not."

"then what is?" his eyebrows furrowed as he looked in confusion.

if you're not good at it then what really is the point? why should i keep trying?

"the point is that i'm happy. it doesn't matter how good you are at something for you to consider it an interest, as long as it makes you happy."

he paused. no one had ever said that before. to do what makes him happy. not what made his father or his brother happy. everyone's advice all his life was to stick to what you're good at and that there isn't a point in trying if you aren't good from the beginning.

"look i'm terrible at singing. but i know that if i had never pursued it, i would have grown old and regretted it. so what if i am bad! at least i got to do it while i'm alive! give electronics a shot, han seo."

han seo bit his lip slightly. and he nodded.

he was going to give it a shot.

"good! now lets get this cleaned up and go home!" she sashayed off to her desk, grabbing the last of her stuff before they left the firm.

the next week, when vincenzo was back from italy, he had expected to find the firm just like he left it. what he didn't expect was his girlfriend wife partner and brother han seo, one sprawled on the couch and the other on the floor, piles of blankets and what looked like a mic and SEVERAL bottles of sujo scattered across the table.

they were both in matching pajama sets, and snoring very loudly. he shuffled over to his desk where a note that looked like it was written in crayon was left

and it said

"dear vin hyung: noona and i were having a sleepover last night. i made sure she was extra safe and did not do anything overly amitious (like call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you had to leave) if you are seeing the mess that we probably made, please excuse it. i will clean it up as soon as i can. grazie!

p.s. you should ask noona out sometime, i have it in good word that she might be interested ;)

to be continued...

a/n: let this be a fic reminding you that if you are passionate about something, pursue it! our world conditions us to believe that you have to be good at something in order to be able to do it but that's absolute bs. please give your younger and future selves a chance by taking up something you've always wanted to do <3

#mine #vincenzo #vincenzo cassano #chayenzo #hong cha young #song joong ki #tvn vincenzo #jeon yeo been #vincenzo x cha young #han seo supramacy #jang han seo #canon divergence #kwak dong yeon #jang han seok #ok taecyeon

[satendou]

⟼ yaku morisuke

⍣ cockwarming mini series | previous: hanamaki | next: shirabu | 5/?

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⇢ pairing: yaku/reader

⇢ au: aged up!au

⇢ summary: yaku needs to study, but he also needs you

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⇢ warnings: cockwarming, tired, stressed yaku

⇢ word count: 1540

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⇢ a/n: this is to fulfill the request an anon sent as well as my need for yaku dick. i will admit i have a bias for yaku so...short king i love he.

“mori?” you called out, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom. you had been avoiding bothering him all evening, but other than coming out once for dinner, you hadn’t seen him leave the room. “you should maybe take a break, you’ve been at it for hours.”

yaku sighed, feeling irritation bubble up and fizzle out in a tug-of-war in his head. he knew you were just trying to help, to make sure he didn’t overdo it-- again-- but fatigue mixed with stress left him with a short fuse. raking his fingers through his hair, he sat back in his chair, the support creaking beneath him as he stared up at the ceiling. “i have an exam tomorrow. i need to study.”

“i know,” you answered, shyly stepping around the door further into the room. “but you barely ate and-- here.”

yaku looked at the plate you set on the desk in front of him, a sandwich and a cup of coffee just how he liked it, still steaming.

the ire in his chest softened, replaced by warmth, and he smiled. “thank you, babe. why don’t you come here?”

you climbed into his lap when he opened his arms to you, nestling against his chest with your nose pressed into his neck. a heavy sigh escaped you, and he could feel the tension leave your body. his eyes closed, his hand slipping up your shirt to rub your back lightly, a short silence falling between the two of you.

he could fall asleep like that, with your warm weight resting against his chest, lips skimming up and down his neck so lightly he didn’t notice at first.

“mm,” he hummed, hand stilling on your back. “careful, princess. i still have to finish studying.”

even as he said it, though, he could feel his cock stirring in his sweats. he wasn’t even sure how long it had been since the two of you had fooled around, due to busy schedules and long nights.

you pulled back to sit up straight, head bowed as you fidgeted with the hem of the shirt-- his-- that you were wearing. he could see the flustered look on your face, eyes a little too bright, lower lip sucked between your teeth. 

exhaling through his nose, yaku couldn’t help but smile. it really had been too long but…

the pile of notes and open textbooks scattered across the desk were a glaring reminder that he had priorities.

“i-- not tonight, sweet girl,” he whispered, trailing his fingers down your cheek even as he throbbed in his sweats. “i’ll make it up to you, okay?”

shaking your head, you finally looked him in the eye. “can i-- i mean, i could just sit--”

you cut off, dipping your head again, and arousal surged through him. you were offering to just sit on his cock while he studied, and that did something to him.

against his better judgement, he gave in, folding like a house of cards because he needed it. needed to feel you warm and wet and so soft around him-- he was already dripping in his pants at the thought.

“alright, get up for a sec,” he said, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. his sweats slid down to his thighs, hips twitching up at the feel of his own hand, and he suddenly realized it had been so long since he’d even touched himself. “come on then, sweet girl.”

you gasped at the first feeling of his cock sliding between your folds, the head grazing over your clit. it was almost startling how needy you became so fast, just the feel of his hand on your skin making you feel almost too warm.

he let his head fall back onto the chair, hissing when you finally began to sink down on him. the heat of your cunt was almost too much, the way you slid down on him too slow, but he dug his fingers into the arms of the chair to let you take him at your own pace. he didn’t know if it was because it had been so long, but you seemed so much tighter than before.

a hiss escaped him when your hips finally met his, head snapping up to look at where you were seated on him. you were slick around him, walls fluttering, and it felt so good he couldn’t think straight.

“are you alright, mori?” you asked, and he couldn’t tell if he was imagining the hint of smugness in your voice. your fingers were balled up in the cotton of his t-shirt, a whimper slipping through your sealed lips when he shifted lower in the chair with a sigh.

“‘m fine, princess,” he said, though his voice was high pitched, almost cracking as he moved the chair back up to the desk. you were relaxed against his chest, resting your full weight on him with your head on his shoulder, tracing patterns on his chest over his shirt. “you feel so fuckin’ good.”

your breath fanned across his neck when you giggled, squeezing around him in a teasing manner just to hear him groan again. “i’ve missed you, mori.”

for a second, guilt flared through yaku, before he realized he had missed you just as much. you had been just as busy as him, the two of you barely having time to collapse into bed together let alone spend any quality time together. 

pressing kisses over your jaw and up your cheek, he whispered, “i’ve missed you too, sweetheart. we need a vacation.”

picking his pen back up, he struggled to focus on the papers in front of him, the ink letters swimming before his eyes. rubbing at them, he started to write, cross-referencing his work in the textbooks. pausing occasionally to kiss the side of your head, he found himself shifting in his seat just to jostle you, to make you squeeze down around him and sigh against his neck.

the two of you stayed like that for a long while, him scribbling away while you drew on his chest or kissed at his neck. every time you moved, he would tense and relax, letting it be a minor distraction whenever the words became too jumbled in his head.

at some point, you began to talk, to which he absentmindedly responded with small hums or grunts. it was soothing, melding with what he was reading, though he would have expected it to be a hindrance more than a help.

your soft voice in his ear helped to clear his head, to bring him back from the brink of sleep, and the jolt of pleasure that shot through him whenever you shifted forced him to refocus. at long, long last, while you babbled away about a memory he’d heard a thousand times, he set his pen down.

with a groan, he stretched, lacing his fingers together above their head so that they popped. his back made similar noises, causing you to giggle, poking at the sliver of skin that was revealed when his shirt rode up.

“ready for bed, finally?” you teased, though you made no moves to get up. if anything, you settled more heavily on him, nuzzling the sensitive skin you had been toying with for the last hour or so.

he hummed and, without a word, stood up with you in his arms.

you squealed, arms flying around his neck as his cock slid from you. you were too busy laughing to bemoan the loss, with yaku carrying you across the room to the bed.

you landed with a thump, quickly dragging him down to you with little resistance. the two of you squirmed around until you were comfortable, laughing the whole time as you pestered each other.

“would you move your elbow?” yaku groaned, pushing your arm from where it was digging into his ribs.

“maybe if you would get your knee out of my back, i would,” you sniped back, kicking him gently in the shin.

once you were settled again, with yaku’s hard chest molded against your back, you wiggled your hips against his still hard cock.

“what do you want, sweet girl?” he whispered, already sounding like he was falling asleep.

even more softly, so that he had to strain to hear you, you answered, “want you inside me.”

his cock throbbed between your legs, relief filling him that you had asked before he had to. he wanted so badly to slip back inside you, unsure if he would be able to sleep unless he did.

teeth sinking into your shoulder, he felt you contract around him as he sunk back in, pussy parting around him so easily he moaned against your skin. his heart raced for a few moments, resisting the urge to pull out and push back in, until he finally relaxed back into the mattress.

it went without saying that he would be waking you up early before classes, but for now, he was too tired to stay awake any longer.

shifting so that he slid even deeper, and so that you were pulled as close as physically possible to his chest, he let sleep take him as your breathing evened out in his arms.

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⍣ cockwarming mini series | previous: hanamaki | next: shirabu

#yaku x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #morisuke yaku x reader #haikyuu x reader #.cockwarming series

[hypmic-writings]

hello ! i love your work, i saw in your pinned post that the requests are open so here i am. can i request a platonic scenario about sasara helping the reader to do their homework? thanks in advance!

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Pairing: Sasara Nurude x reader

Genre: Fluff/Platonic

Warnings: None

Word Count: 760

A/N: This one was super cute. I definitely remember how hard studying was back in school (and even recently with all of my exams). Sasara would definitely be a big distraction while studying, but I think he would ultimately help. Hope you enjoy~

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You pounded you head against the desk with a groan as you closed your eyes. Finals time was always hectic and stressful, but this year everything just seemed to be infinitely harder, and having to keep up with homework while also studying for exams was never easy.

“Ah, Y/N, are you okay?” Sasara asked, poking his head into the living room at the sound of your groans. Your books were piled up so high around you that it took Sasara a moment to locate you in your sea of studies.

“Yea, I’m fine, it’s just this homework is killing me,” you moaned, as you brought your head up to rest on the palm of your hand. Sasara’s worried face slowly changed into a contemplative one as he walked over to your side.

“Hmm, well you’ve been studying for a long time. Maybe you should take a break,” he suggested with a smile. “We could always go out for some ramen!” he chirped. You shook your head solemnly.

“I can’t, I have too much to finish before tomorrow,” you told him. He pouted and tugged at his chin softly.

“But you know what they say – you can’t do anything if you’re not eating well,” he teased, trying to convince you to stop studying and have fun with him instead.

“Sasara,” you warned, shooting him a deadpan look as he threw his hands up in surrender, chuckling sheepishly.

“Alright, alright, you can keep studying then. Do you need help at all? I’m great at Japanese language literature!” he offered with a cheeky grin, peering over your shoulder to take a look at your homework. His smile almost immediately vanished as he saw complex looking formulas drawn all over your notebook.

“You already helped me with my literature assignment last week, remember?” you chuckled, sitting upright in your chair. Sasara pulled back a bit and crossed his arms with aa pout.

“Why is this so complicated?” he asked, shaking his head a bit. “Do you even understand any of this?” he asked, rubbing at his head. The notes you had taken might have sent his head reeling, but to you, the information was actually quite clear. It was just the application of the problems that was proving to be more difficult than you had thought.

“It’s not too bad, I understand most of it…” you started, flipping through your textbook. “It’s just that some stuff is hard to remember and other stuff is hard to apply,” you hummed, tapping your pencil against the table.

There was a brief moment of silence before Sasara snapped his fingers, causing you to jump up slightly in your seat. He was grinning down at you and took the opportunity to poke you in the cheek as he bent down.

“I’ve got it!” he exclaimed. “How about you go through the topics that are most difficult for you and explain them to me. If you talk through them out loud, you’ll make sure you have the best understanding of them,” he explained. You slowly nodded as you thought about his idea and then smiled.

“Yea, that’s a really good idea, Sasara,” you said, pushing aside your textbook and flipping through your notes. “I can even walk you through some of the equations. I’m sure if I know them well enough to talk about them, I’ll know them well enough to finish the homework.”

“Exactly!” Sasara said with a proud smile. “I never go on stage with jokes I haven’t practiced either in front of the mirror or in front of others. Telling them out loud is the only way to perfect them!”

“Wow, that actually makes a lot of sense,” you nodded, staring up at him in awe. He shrugged like it was no big deal, and motioned for you to stand up out of your chair. When you did, he took your place, looking up and you and settling in.

“Alright, teacher. I’m ready to learn,” he commented, playfully. You chuckled but grabbed your notebook and thought about which formulas to go through first.

“Okay, I’ll start with this one here…” you began, continuing on to explain the semantics of the topics you were using to complete your homework.

It took a while, and there were some times where you had to stop and reference back to your textbook, but as the night continued, you were already feeling more confident in your school work. You silently thanked Sasara, making a mental note to take him out to lunch one day when you were done with your exams.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #sasara #sasara nurude #sasara x reader #sasara nurude x reader #imagines #scenarios #drabbles #hypmic imagines #hypmic scenarios #hypmic drabbles #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic scenarios #hypnosis mic drabbles #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone drabbles #hypnosis microphone scenarios

[imagineddworld]

Unexpected

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: After serving detention with your favorite teacher, true feelings get revealed. 

Word counter: 3,5 K (3500)

Author’s note: I made Remus a new, young teacher, and the student just turned 18. There is still a 5 years difference, but I tried to make it a bit more comfortable for people who don’t really like big age gabs.

I also tried to make it gender neutral, so if you guys have any tips; that would be great. 

Didn’t proof read this, as lack of time with my exams very near. But I wanted to post something. As expected it turned out longer than I had meant to

Hope you enjoy xx 

The time had come where the seventh years were learning how to make Amortentia. A potion well known to most curious students as the love potion. But it was a very tough one to make. You got all the ingredients right, but the brewing method messed you up every time. Same for today, it had started to fog an odd green smoke. It was at least better than the time where it had blown up in Snape’s face. You had never received such a big punishment as then. You were given 5 essays to write and served detention for a whole month. 

“Detention Miss/Mister (Y/L)”, you heard the cold, monotone voice from behind you, “You can serve it with Professor Lupin after class. He needs help with grading essays”. You already had predicted this outcome to happen, but tried to argue anyway. “But-”, you silenced yourself as soon as you saw his cold glare. You sighed, slumping back in your chair. “Okay”, you mouthed silently, while making a mocking face. “That will be two detentions”, you heard him say angrily. You threw your arms in the air as a sign of annoyance, but didn’t say anything else. You started to clean your cauldron, hoping in the last minutes of class he wouldn’t give you more detentions or worse, gave you another essay to write. He really hated the living hell out of you. As one of the new teachers, together with Professor Lupin, you hand’t expected to be hate so much. You rarely did anything. Perhaps even breathing was too much for him. But there was not much you could do about it. You realized that the hard way. Most of the time you argued with him, but one particular time he had enough of your snarky comments. He had given you detention for nearly two months, making you clean all the little, dirty places of Hogwarts. All magic was forbidden, you needed to clean it all by hand. And as bonus to top it all off, he overloaded you with essays to write. Every week you needed to give two writer essays of 10 pages at least. After that event, you didn’t bother arguing much. 

The rest of the day went by as normal, mostly spend with your nose in your books. As your final class ended, you quickly dropped off the unnecessary books at your dorm that couldn’t fit in your bag. You only kept the ones you needed for your essay. The one you were planning to write after your detention. Your dorm seemed further away from Professor Lupin’s office, resulting in you needing to sprint through the halls. Luckily the halls were less crowded. Only a few students were chatting in the hallway, laughing with their friends and keeping each other up to date. When you reached the door, you were out of breath. Partly from the running and partly from your nerves. Your heart was pounding too, and you hands were shaking the slightest bit. You took in some deep breaths and tried to calm yourself. 

Detention with Remus Lupin made you more nervous than you had expected. He wasn’t just your favorite teacher, because of his amazing teaching skills. But also due to his kind character and beautiful looks. You had unexpectedly started to grow feelings for him. He had an amazing sweet and kind soul. His blue eyes sparkled every time he taught your class something new. Every time you got mesmerized by them, losing yourself into the beauty of the blue irises. Fascinated by the swirls of colors that came out when the light captured them from a certain perspective. His smile never failed to make your heart flutter. Every time he called your name during class, your face became beat red. His scars were a beautiful contrast against his slightly reddened cheeks. 

You had thought the fact that he was your teacher, would disgust you. But technically he wouldn’t be your teacher anymore in 2 months. And also the fact that there were only a few years between the two of you, made it more acceptable. He was a fairly new and young teacher. A lot of girls probably had crushed on him, so you weren’t to blame. It’s not like you could control your feelings. As long as you kept it hidden, you were fine. 

Your hands were shaking more, as you realized what was about to happen. Your heart started to pick up its beat up again, hammering against your chest. You softly knocked on the wooden door. “Come in”, his muffled voice could be heard form inside. With a little creak of the door, you made your way into his office. “Hello Professor. I’m here to serve my detention”, your voice was silent, and a bit shaky. He looked up from his desk full of papers, eyes lighting up the slightest bit. He gave you a sweet smile: “Ah yes, (Y/N). I was surprised when Snape me you were the one who had gotten detention. You never do anything wrong”. A light blush crept up your cheeks. His eyes were entrancing you, making your knees weak. “Well, I messed up the method of my potion, so you know how Snape is. Then I mocked him for his ridiculous behavior and got myself a second detention. So you will be stuck with me again tomorrow evening”, you smiled more confidently now. You didn’t regret your behavior. Snape really was a living hell. It was just your overthinking mind and overwhelming nerves that were bothering you now. As they were most of the time. 

“Oh, Don’t worry about that, dear. I don’t mind your company”, he smile seemed even brighter. The soft candle light really gave him a certain glow that had you mesmerized. It was a soft yellow light, that showed off all his features even better. This soft look in combination with his sweet words really made you swoon. These detentions might were going to kill you. This man couldn’t get any lovelier, at least you thought so. Every time you saw him, some new details had you drawn to him. Another little piece of him you could adore. Like whenever the light hits his eyes right, they looked almost yellow. As if a sun was glowing behind them. That might explain why they gave such a warm and loving appearance. Or the soft shadows that were cast on his face, pointing out his fine bone structure even more. His jawline standing out the most. The combination of his messy hair and wintery sweater, made him look very cosy. He gave off a feeling of home and trust. As if you truly could be yourself around him, even if there were certain boundaries. Maybe that comfort drew you the most to him.

“Well..., you can start with that pile over there”, his voice woken you from your daydream. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk with a smaller pile of papers on it neatly stacked. Your cheeks were flushing a bright red, as you realized he must have seen you stare at him for who knows how long. You placed your bag against the wall, and hung your robe on the hanger that stood in the corner. You carefully picked up the stack of papers and placed them on the desk, so you could sit. Lupin made some room for your pile, as his was literally scattered all over his wooden desk. He mumbled soft apologies in between soft, heartwarming chuckles. After he gave you a pen, some ink and instructions of how to rate these essays, you went to work. 

You had to be honest, it was quite hard to concentrate when you were sat in front of this beautiful man. You often glanced up, admiring him in this soft light and closer perspective. You didn’t dare to look up, but had a feeling his eyes were on you as well. But that could’ve been your feelings sparking up some deeply hidden hope for him ever being interested in you. Every time he leaned over to help you on a certain problem, you could feel your breath halt in your throat. You had trouble keeping your heart rate in control.

“I’m all done, Professor”, you said when you rated the last essay of your pile. He looked up with that loving smile of his, making your heart flutter for the umpteenth time. “Brilliant. Thank you for your assistance today”, he gently took the essays from your hand, and placed them on his big pile of already marked homework. “Maybe I could help you with that potion you were having trouble with?” You smiled widely at him: “Oh, that would be lovely, sir. I really could use some help”. He nodded happily, while his eyes seemed to spark that particular sparkle whenever he got passionated with teaching and helping people. “Do you have your textbook with you?” You mumbled a quiet yes, as you went to grab it from your bag. You handed it over to him, standing by his side on a formal distance away from him. “What potion were you working on?”, he asked while going through the pages of your book. “Amortentia”. As soon as the answer left you mouth, he started to cough lightly seen that he had just took a sip of his tea. “Are you okay, sir?”, you asked him worriedly, placing your hand on his arm. You were a bit unsure if you should touch him or not. But you had acted upon it like an instinct. Luckily he didn’t really reacted to the soft manner, meaning he probably didn’t mind. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, dear. Just chocked a bit on my tea, is all”. He cleared his throat and straightened out his back, adjusting his position as a way to recover from his small coughing fit. “So, Amortentia...”, he started off, sounding it bit absentmindedly. “Yeah, I have all the ingredients right. It’s the brewing method that messes me up every time. It always seems to go so well, until it suddenly doesn’t. And I don’t know why”, your explanation sounded like a rambling of quick words put together, making you unsure if he actually understood you. He nodded his head, as he read over the page. “Hmm, well. I’m here to help you. We just need supplies”.

The two of you snuck around the halls, if you even can consider it that. It was still a few hours before curfew and you were with a teacher, so not much trouble could happen. But you still sort of broke into Snape’s classroom, which he wouldn’t appreciate at all. “If we get caught, I am going to blame you. He already hates the living hell out of me”. The tall man next to you chuckled at your comment. “Trust me, love. He hates me plenty, you just don’t see it”. You raised your eyebrow questionably at him: “Why? You are such a lovable person”. The words left your mouth before you registered fully what you had said. His silence made you fear your previous statement even more. Did you mess up? But as you sneaked a look at him, it seemed like he wore a light blush on his cheek. Brighter than he usual reddened cheeks. Indeed it also could be the incidence of light, hitting his skin differently and creating an illusion of colours. 

As you reached the classroom, you quickly mumbled a spell to unlock the door to Snape’s ingredient collection. “Alright, get what you need. I’ll keep watch”, he said quietly, not really looking at you. You listed off all the ingredients you needed, having remembered them from the plenty of times that you had read over the page. You had placed the ingredients on the desk nearest to you, not risking to drop any in the searching process. But as you looked at the amount of pots and bits, you weren’t so sure if every item would make it back safely. “Could you give me a hand, sir?”, you said a bit louder, so he could hear you from the doorway. His head turned quickly to where you were standing. “Oh. Of course, darling”, he smiled, rushing over to your side. He took the bigger part of the items, stressing that it was only right. He could carry them all with only one arm, the other softly placed on the small of your back as he guided you out of the classroom. It must have been a protective, kind manner he always had had in him. You shouldn’t overthink such an innocent thing. But you had to be fair, it really made your heart melt and your skin burn where he hand was placed. It gave you all sort of tingles. 

He opened his door for you, opening his arm to allow you into his office. “Such a gentleman”, you teased, even if your cheeks were burning up. He glanced to the floor, hiding his face from your view. You set all the ingredients on the table, setting them on order of how you would need to use them. Remus placed his cauldron on the table and started to go over the instructions. He mostly gave you the lead, but stepped in wherever you were going to make a mistake. He also gave you useful tips for future potions. “You are doing a great job, (Y/N)”, he smiled form your side, keeping a respectable distance from you. “Well, you are helping me a lot. So, you could say we make quite a great team”, you smirked lightly, not really daring to look over to him. You just focused on stirring in the cauldron. A weight fell of your shoulders when you hear him chuckle: “If you say so, it must be true”. He sounded a little more playful. 

As you added the last ingredient, the liquid turned a beautiful pastel pink. The aroma that came from it was way better than all your previous attempts. You leaned over the cauldron to take a whiff of the odor. “Oh wow, this smells good. It’s way better than all my other attempts. It’s smells like man’s cologne and chocolate”, you said with an excited smile, but it fell soon after. “Or is it just you?”, you asked a Remus with a sad tone. You really wanted to succeed, but after all your failed attempts you didn’t know what Amortentia smelled or looked like. 

Lupin’s eyes were switching between your face and his hands, as if he were unsure of what to say or do. “Normally it smells like what you’re attracted to, miss/ mister (Y/L/N)”. Your eyes widened the slightest bit. Of course you knew that. You were just so enchanted by the smell, that you forgot you were actually outing your secret to the person you wanted to know the least. “Oh, yeah. I know that. But as my other attempts smelled so awful, I thought maybe Amortentia had an actual odor”, you tried to safe yourself. It was partly true, but you tried to cover up the fact that you had outed your secret. You had admitted smelling him, admitting to liking him as the potion had succeeded. “It- It’s alright”, he spoke quietly. A short moment of silence fell over the two fo you. But before it could get any more awkward, you decided to speak up again. “So, uhm. What do you smell, sir”. He seemed to swallow a big lump that had formed in his throat. Slowly he came into movement, leaning over the cauldron as well. He closed his eyes to focus on the scents that he smelled. “Old books and (a scent linked to you)”, he said absentmindedly. He reopened his eyes, but they weren’t focussing on anything particularly. He seemed a bit fazed out, but so were you. Maybe it was the potion, or it was the sudden awareness of your feelings and the position you found yourself in. You were trying to register what he had said previously. Did he smell you? it could be anyone, right? A lot of people must smell like that. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. It would only lead to heartaches. 

You fell back into reality, shaking your head lightly. Once your eyes were focussing again on the room you found yourself in, you realized how close you stood to one another. You must have subconsciously moved closer towards him. When you found the courage to look up, you found his clear blue eyes already trained on you. You felt very nervous underneath his gaze, as if you were being put on spot. You licked your lips as a sign of nerves. Your eyes roaming through the whole room, trying to avoid his gaze. You didn’t know what to do. “No, I can’t do this”, he whispered, stepping a few steps back. “What do you mean?”, you were really confused. Did he meant to do something? You knew nothing could happen between the two fo you. It was wrong in many ways, but you couldn’t help your feelings. You didn’t really expect him to feel anything back. So this came as a hit in the face, as if there had been actual hope all along. “You- you’re my student...”. You nodded slowly, still not getting exactly what he was on to. You had some speculations, but needed confirmation. You couldn’t trust your intuition. 

“I know.. In two months I won’t be. At least if I graduate”. He shook his head lightly, going with his hand through his hair. “Still.. I’m 5 years older than you. We can’t do this..”, he pointed between the two of you. At that moment it hit you. Your speculations were confirmed. You were somewhat embarrassed for how long it had taken you to realize what was happening. “You- you were considering that anything could happen between- between us?”, you stuttered, still not registering it completely. You were feeling like your ears were playing tricks on you. “Maybe...”, he said unsure. Even if you didn’t had your hopes up for anything to happen, still somewhere deep down the sparks of it had hidden. Knowing that he had considered it, but refused to follow through with it, hurt you more than expected. Your eyes started to water, but kept the tear in. Of course he noticed the change. He stepped closer to you and wiped away the single tear that had fallen from your eye. “I’m sorry, love. Please don’t cry”. You forced a small chuckle, smiling at his loving face. “No, it’s okay. Honestly, It’s okay”. Both your voices were quiet as they spoke, not willing to hurt the other even further. 

You couldn’t blame him for this decision. You couldn’t ask such a thing, couldn’t expect such a thing. It was against the rules. He needed to keep a certain distance with his students. The least you wanted was him to lose his job, because of your foolish crush. You respected his decision, even if it hurt. It would be for the better. 

His hand was still on your cheek. It was soft and warm against your skin. You wanted to cherish this moment, even if it was going to break your heart as soon as it ended. His other hand comfortably rested on your waist. “Screw the rules”, he mumbled. Before you registered what was happening, his soft lips were capturing yours in an unexpected but loving kiss. It was soft and tender, but all the while it was full of love. Once the shock wore off, your hands fell to his chest. You softly grabbed the fabric of his sweater. You could feel his rapid heartbeat underneath your palm. He pulled you closer to his body, deepening the kiss. His hand went to the back of your head, not willing to break the kiss yet. Eventually you needed to do so, as you were running out of air. You kept your closeness, both recovering from the unexpected kiss. 

“You are going to be the death of me, love”,he said breathlessly. You chuckled at his comment, leaning in to his chest to cuddle him. You enjoyed the warmth and feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. You looked up at him, being met by his sweet smile and enchanting eyes. “Likewise, sir”, you said before you captured his lips in a second kiss. This time even more passionate. The both of you smiled into it, feeling complete. It felt right. Even if you broke some rules, it was all worth it. 

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