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tojiluv · 20 days

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Hello new follower here hope you’re having a great day/evening/night💜 could I request any inuyasha characters reaction to accidentally touching their s/o’s cold feet/hands while they’re sleeping at night ? You can ignore this if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

COLD NIGHT — inuyasha characters reaction ft. inuyasha, sesshomaru, koga [headcanon]

context: amidst the camp set up for the night, you spread your blanket on the ground while your partner opts to lie beside you. despite the warmth emanating from the large fire, your body retains a chill, though it doesn't trouble you greatly. however, someone else appears more affected, expressing their discomfort unlike you.

warnings: fluff. slight ooc? lowercase intended. gn! reader

notes: ty for the request anon! if you can't tell, i prefer sesshomaru more lol. also why doesn't Inuyasha and koga have good alias names ugh

INUYASHA ─ ❝ HALF—DOG ❞

➜ inuyasha would sit up against the rough bark of a nearby tree, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, ready for any potential intruders. you settle down beside him, seeking warmth and solace in his presence. your hand reaches out to him, seeking comfort and reassurance that he's beside you.

➜ as your hand makes contact with his, his serene expression swiftly transforms into one of alarm, his eyes snapping open wide. he jerks his hand away from yours, swiftly moving it towards the fire to regain warmth.

➜ “the hell is wrong with your hands!? they’re colder than the damn snow right now!”

➜ you scoff at his words, turning away from him in response. inuyasha grumbled at your reaction before firmly gripping your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, snuggling you into his warm embrace.

➜ “since you wanna be stubborn and not get near the fire, i guess i’ll just stay next to you for the night.”

LORD SESSHOMARU ─ ❝ BEAST KING ❞

➜ unlike inuyasha’s outburst, sesshomaru is more the silent-but-glaring type of partner in this situation.

➜ when your hand accidentally brushes against his face while adjusting a few strands of his hair, his golden eyes widen briefly at the contact before narrowing into a silent, intense glare.

➜ you pull your hand back quickly, shooting him an apologetic smile as he continues to glare, the sensation of your cold hands disrupting his slumber. it was rare for sesshomaru to join you and the group, let alone to sleep as well, but now, you've ruined it with your never-ending coldness.

➜ you turn around on the blanket, keeping your hands to yourself as you quietly sigh, feeling regretful for ruining the moment.

➜ after a few seconds, you feel something heavy and warm drape across your freezing body. it takes a moment to realize it's sesshomaru's mokomoko, which he has placed on you, providing the extra warmth you need that the fire couldn’t.

➜ even though you knew sesshomaru wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, you appreciated how he expressed his love more through actions than words.

KOGA ─ ❝ WOLF CUB ❞

➜ as the leader of the wolf-demon tribe, koga had numerous responsibilities to ensure the survival of his pack, with one of his main priorities being the protection of you, a human. despite being vastly different from your wolf-demon boyfriend, koga fell in love with you at first sight and would do anything to ensure your safety.

➜ as night fell, you settled around the campfire with the tribe, aiming to get some rest. however, the cool breeze that kept blowing made it difficult, causing your hands to grow numb from the biting cold.

➜ you shivered from the intense cold, despite being wrapped in a blanket. koga could feel your shaking body against his own, which startled him awake. quickly, he turned to face you with a scowl as he realized what was going on.

➜ “why the hell didn’t ya say anything? you’re freezing! here, take my hands.”

➜ you hesitated at first before settling your numbed hands against his warmed, rough ones. his touch sent a comforting warmth through your chilled fingers, and you graced him with a grateful smile for his kindness.

➜ koga would then move your sleeping bag closer to the fire and wrap his arms around your body, pulling you so close to his chest that you could hardly breathe, enveloping you in his warmth. he cared deeply for your comfort and always made sure you were satisfied.

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nwjws · 7 months

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howlers of love - ksn 🎐

; pairing - sunoo x gn!reader

; synopsis - in which sunoo starts receiving howlers from an anonymous student, professing their love for him in his face for the whole school to watch.

; tags - one shot, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, hogwarts au, hufflepuff!sunoo, hufflepuff!reader ; warnings - none

; wc - 3.3k

; author's corner! this was requested! i just love hogwarts aus and sunoo

it was a normal morning. it was.

walking down to the great hall with your best friend, sunoo, for breakfast - it was your daily routine. it had been for the past 4 years.

you'd wait for each other in the common room every morning, then make your way to the hall for breakfast. sunoo would be complaining about some teacher or classmate while you speed-run some homework due the other day.

then, you'd leave for your classes, but not without sunoo stuffing some toast up your mouth, because you never actually eat much in the mornings. not when you're completing work you should have done earlier. this morning was just like every other - until an owl dropped a red envelope at sunoo's plate.

suddenly, the other students sitting nearby you guys silenced, eyeing the howler in front of your best friend. howlers were never a good thing to receive. they were often sent by parents to their children who had been particularly naughty.

"are you in trouble?" someone asked, but no one could believe it. after all, sunoo was a good student, great even. he was a ball of sunshine, and did well at school. he had no enemies, not when a smile from him could send anyone melting on the inside.

so what the hell was a howler doing in front of him?

"you should open it soon," you told him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. his eyes remained fixed on the letter. "to get it over with."

it seemed like the whole hall leaned away as sunoo slowly reached for it, confused and afraid of what it might contain.

a moment later, the envelope exploded, and a distorted voice started roaring from it, garnering everyone's attention.

"DEAR SUNOO, YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS, BUT I HAVE TO TELL YOU NOW.

"I LIKE YOU. I HAVE FOR A WHILE NOW, AND IT'S SO HARD KEEPING THESE FEELINGS TO MYSELF. NOT WHEN YOU'RE SO PERFECT, AND AMAZING, AND BRILLIANT, AND TALENTED.

"I'M NOT ASKING YOU TO RECIPROCATE MY FEELINGS, BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW, THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO CARE FOR YOU - LIKE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

a silence fell over the hall, as the howler burst into flames and ashes.

everyone had heard, and everyone was now staring at your best friend - who remained stunned in his seat, a hand over his mouth.

"sunoo?" you asked tentatively. the hand you placed on his shoulder seemed to wake him up.

he was about to say something when everyone burst into chatter about what had just happened, whistles echoing throughout the hall.

"whew!" jake, another of sunoo's friends, clapped his back. "now that's one way to confess." sunghoon nodded with a grin, holding his chuckle in as he stood slightly behind his fellow ravenclaw.

"no," sunoo whined, hiding his face completely behind his hands. "a good way of confessing is telling me who they really are. only cowards hide behind anonymity."

you rubbed his back comfortingly, trying to form words in your head.

"everyone's going to be talking about it for the rest of the day," sunghoon remarks.

"don't remind me," sunoo said, his voice muffled.

"are you okay?" you ask him, bending to try and get a look at his face. he turns his head slightly, and you see his face flushed red.

"oh!" you laugh. "did you like that?"

"of course he did," jake chuckled. "you know our sunoo, he loves the attention." he reached out to ruffle the boy's hair, but sunoo fought his hands away before jake could do anything.

"stop doing that!" he whined. "i'm just a little embarrassed. now everyone's in my business," he mumbled, sitting up and putting his red cheeks on full display.

"i think it's cute," you say, reaching up to comb his hair with your hand. you heard jake grumble about how sunoo only ever lets you touch his hair.

"ah sunoo," sunghoon sighed, patting the younger boy. "ever the lover for grand gestures, aren't you?"

sunoo huffed. "whatever. me and y/n are going to class now. i'm not listening to you two idiots any longer."

and then he up and left, taking you with him by the wrist.

the next week, another howler arrived for sunoo. everyone was curious now.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU'RE SMILING WHEN YOU GET THIS NEXT MESSAGE. IT ALWAYS BRIGHTENS UP MY DAY.

"I HEAR YOU THINK I'M A COWARD FOR REMAINING ANONYMOUS. I THINK SO TOO. BUT, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT ME, I'LL TELL YOU ONE.

"I LIKE YOUR SOFT, FLUFFY HAIR, AND THE WAY YOU STYLE YOURSELF. IT ALWAYS AMAZES ME HOW YOU CAN MAKE OUR BORING UNIFORM INTO YOUR OWN. YOU INSPIRE ME.

"SINCERELY, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

sunoo scoffed, but a smile tugged at his lips anwyay.

"is that even a fact about themself?" he asked you with a pout. "everyone likes my hair!"

the other students resumed their previous chit-chat, some trying to guess who the anonymous sender might be. you just shrugged and continued to eat your food, frantically trying to complete an essay for charms later that day.

"your admirer doesn't seem to have any plans of actually revealing who they are, huh?" sunghoon asked sunoo. him and jake had decided to sit with you two at the hufflepuff table this morning.

"no," sunoo sighed. "cowardly on another level - giving me hope, only to pull that on me!"

"maybe they'll reveal more in their next letter?" you try to comfort him.

"they better," he grumbled. "i need to know who it is."

"maybe it's someone you know!" jake says. "if they feel the need to distort their voice so they won't be recognised, maybe you know them."

"that barely narrows the pool of possibilities down! i know practically everyone at hogwarts," your best friend whined.

"it's only the second letter. you can't exactly guess much from two howlers," you tell him, still focused on your essay. you groan as you scribble out a whole paragraph.

"oh my god," sunghoon gasped, staring at your textbook from the other side of the table. "i totally forgot about that assignment."

"you idiot," jake smacked the taller boy's head. sunghoon reached for your textbook to look at the content, but you pulled it back.

"i can't let you see my textbook - i've written notes all over it," you say, embarrassed. sunghoon wouldn't be able to read much over all the post-it notes you've stuck on the pages.

"more like you've doodled all over it," sunoo laughed.

"listen - drawing cutesy little stars and hearts on the page is more interesting than professor kim drawling on about the goblin rebellion of 1612, okay?" you defended yourself.

jake raised an eyebrow. you could tell he wanted to laugh.

"whatever, just let me finish this essay. i'm almost done."

"i'm not! i haven't even started," sunghoon groaned. the three of you laughed as he leaned on jake's side, dragging his hands down his face with a whine.

over the next few weeks, sunoo would continue to receive howlers, garnering everyone's attention every time the owls swooped into the hall to drop off mail. in fact, it's become something the whole school started looking forward to - the only thing that had them excitedly running for the hall at the beginning of another hellish week of school.

waiting for another red envelope to plop onto sunoo's plate had become regular. the usual screaming into his face had become your normal monday mornings.

you realised that there were now several students sending him howlers, because he would receive 2-3 howlers every week, all with distinctly different voices and handwriting.

"seems like your original sender has got competition," jake giggled as sunoo rubbed his ear.

"i'm going deaf with all these letters screeching at me every week," he rolled his eyes, feeding you some fish from your own plate. you were working on more homework that you'd missed out on recently (what's new?). "and besides, none of them will ever beat the original."

"even riki's?" you asked, laughing. the second year had latched onto sunoo on his first day at hogwarts, and somehow joined the group of boys, despite being a lot younger.

he'd joined the trend of sending sunoo howlers one morning, although it was obviously him without the distorted voice. none of the other senders had bothered to cover up their voices.

"riki's 'confession' was him thanking me- actually, more like exposing me for bringing him some butterbeer from our last hogsmeade weekend!" sunoo cries in exasperation. "i had to put on the biggest puppy eyes i could when professor jeon pulled me aside to ask about it."

"i told you it was a stupid idea," sunghoon said solemnly, but the twitching of his lips betrayed his amusement.

"he threatened me to! that brat."

"i heard that!" riki's voice yelled from the slytherin table, next to hufflepuff's.

"that kid's crazy," you gasped through your laughter.

"he's going to ruin the fun," sunghoon sighed. "after his letter, the professors started talking of banning students from sending howlers to each other."

"what?" sunoo gasped. "how am i going to receive letters from my secret admirer?"

"they can just send you normal, written letters," you suggested.

"but it's way more interesting when their deformed voice is screaming about how much they love me," he pouted.

"oh, he's down bad," jake shook his head.

sunoo ignored him. "i miss them," he sighed instead. the original secret admirer hadn't been able to send a howler in 2 weeks, much to everyone's disappointment.

"look at him! he's missing someone he doesn't even know!" jake gawked in disbelief.

"i'm trying to figure it out."

"really? how?" sunghoon asked.

"i have a list of things they mentioned about themself, and other things i've figured out, on my phone."

"can we see?" you asked, curious.

"no!"

"why not?" jake pouted.

"i don't want you guys to figure it out. i want to be the one to do it," sunoo huffed stubbornly.

"but you'd figure it out sooner with all of us!" sunghoon says.

"with you?" sunoo gaped at the tall boy. "you may be ravenclaw, but you do not have the brains to actually be of any help."

"touche," sunghoon folded his arms and shrugged. "but hey, jake can help! and y/n!"

"the answer is no."

"well, you better figure it out soon, before the school actually bans us from sending howlers to each other," you tell him. he stares at you intently for a moment, then nods.

just then, another red envelope is dropped onto his plate. sunoo sighs as he shifts forward to open it, expecting another confession from a newer sender.

"DEAR SUNOO, I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ME YET."

it was the original sender. sunoo switched his full attention onto the howler; everyone else quietened to listen in.

"I'M SORRY I HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOU THE LAST FEW WEEKS. YOU KNOW SENDING YOU THESE LETTERS ARE MY FAVOURITE THING TO DO.

"YOU SEEM TO BE DOING WELL. I SAW YOU THE OTHER DAY, WITH CUTESY BOWS IN YOUR HAIR THAT YOUR FRIEND HAD PUT IN. THE SMILE ON YOUR FACE WAS HAPPIER THAN I'D EVER SEEN IT. I HOPE ONE DAY TO BE THE CAUSE BEHIND SUCH A PRETTY SMILE.

"ACCORDING TO THE RUMOURS THAT THE SCHOOL IS BANNING HOWLERS, THIS MAY BE MY LAST LETTER. IF IT IS, I'M GLAD THAT I GOT TO TELL YOU HOW I FELT, EVEN IF I'LL NEVER KNOW IF YOU LIKE ME BACK.

"LOVE, YOUR NOT-SO-SECRET ADMIRER."

even after the red letter set on fire and burned to ashes, your best friend's eyes remained fixated on the space in front of him. he stared into nothing, seemingly in a daze after the (possibly) last howler he'd ever get from his favourite anonymous admirer. you wondered what he was thinking.

"sunoo?" you prodded. he turned to look at you, eyes blown wide open.

it's like something clicked. his siren-like eyes pulled you in, engaging you into a staring contest. while the rest of the world continued, you two were stuck in your own timeless little space.

his eyes were always your favourite feature. you wished you could see the world through his beautiful eyes, even if for just a moment.

"hello?" sunghoon tapped you on the shoulder. you finally broke away from the hold sunoo had on you. "we've got to get to class."

"oh, right."

for the rest of the day, you couldn't seem to look directly at your best friend, still replaying the events of that morning.

it was clear sunoo had taken quite a liking to the anonymous sender, no matter how silly it sounded. in the weeks following their first letter, he would talk about them nonstop. his eyes twinkled and his cheeks got especially rosy whenever he did, and he also loved to speculate about who or what the person was like.

you listened whole heartedly, his voice soothing you after a long day of school. even if he was talking about someone else, or at least an illusion of a person he'd created.

sunoo had gotten frustrated with you for avoiding him all day. so he resorted to cornering you in the hufflepuff common room before you two went back up to your dorms.

"y/n. stop it."

"stop what?" you asked innocently.

"don't play dumb. why have you been ignoring me all day?"

"no i haven't."

"you're a terrible liar."

"how would you know?" you crossed your arms.

"you fiddle with your thumbs whenever you lie. you also comb your hair with your hands, fold your arms, stand up straighter, scrunch your nose-"

"okay, okay. i get it," you shook your head. "i'm sorry."

"you should be. i've been missing my best friend all day," he pouted.

you fell apart at his expression, and engulfed him in a hug. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean it. i hope you're okay."

"i would be better if you shared this hot chocolate with me by the fire place. i brought both mugs from the kitchens all by myself - and they're really hot!"

"fine," you laughed, and took a mug from one of his hands.

you two settled into the couches by the warm fire place, and you watched the flickering light from the flames reflect onto his hazel eyes.

"you always look at me like that."

"like what?" you asked.

"like you're obsessed with me," he grinned.

"sounds like you're obsessed with me," you retorted with a giggle. "to the point you even notice the way i look at you."

"why wouldn't i be?"

your smile dropped. you looked down at your cup, your reflection in the drink swirling.

"you can't just say things like that."

"why not?" you stayed silent.

he continued. "why can't i talk about how much i love my best friend? why can't i tell you the little things i notice about you? why can't you just look at me?"

"because!" you exclaimed suddenly. you cleared your throat awkwardly when you garnered a few looks. you spoke again in a lower tone.

"it makes me feel things- things i shouldn't be feeling for a friend."

"well, i would hope not. i'm not just your friend, i'm your best friend."

"but that's the thing, sunoo," you sighed. "sometimes, i feel like i don't want to be just best friends. i look at you and see someone with a sweet smile, and with an even sweeter personality. i've never met someone who's as pretty on the inside as they are on the outside.

"when i look at you, it feels like the world is clearer, easier to bear. when i look at you, i see someone i want to spend the rest of my life with - someone i love."

sunoo was silent for a moment.

and you were so scared that you messed it up, your friendship. you couldn't stand the deafening absence of his voice, overtaken by the crackle of the flames and background voices.

just when you were about to stand up to go hide in your room, he finally spoke up.

"are you the original anonymous sender?"

you froze in place.

"you are, aren't you?"

"how... how did you figure it out?"

"i wasn't entirely sure at first. but like i said earlier, i've been trying to gather details from your previous letters.

"in the second letter you'd sent, you mentioned my hair was soft and fluffy. i don't really let anyone touch my hair, because they'd definitely ruin it," he rolled his eyes. "well, except you. but i figured the sender probably meant it looked soft and fluffy, so i just brushed it off.

"but then things started to add up. one time, the letter smelled like dittany, which we had made in herbology just that previous friday. another time, i noticed that the 'addressed to' writing at the front used navy blue ink, instead of black or blue. you're the only person i know who uses that colour.

"and then, when you fell sick recently, the letters stopped. but i was so worried for you that i didn't even notice, until you mentioned it in your letter today.

"i realised it was most likely you when your letter said the word 'cutesy' in your howler today. i've known you for years, you think i wouldn't have noticed the way you speak?" he laughed quietly.

"so.. you knew this whole time?"

"i suspected it, but not definitely."

"and you never told me."

"i didn't want to force a confession out of you," he admitted. "i wanted you to tell me yourself."

"so now what?" you asked. you still weren't sure where his own feelings lay. sure, he knew that you were the not-so-secret admirer, but did he like you?

every time you saw him smiling at another letter (even if it was howling in his face on a monday morning), you felt even more scared to tell him how you felt. you watched as he came to like the anonymous sender, and not you. he had created his own persona for the sender, and it was definitely not you. you were scared that he would be disappointed to find out it was you after all, and not his dream person.

"you're over thinking again," he said simply.

"can you blame me?"

"for the record, i love you too," he said, setting the cup down and taking your hands in his. "you didn't have to resort to howling at me to get my attention, or something like that. i've only ever looked at you. and i will only ever look at you; in my world, you're the only one in it."

tears leaked out of your eyes. "so i did all of that for nothing?"

sunoo laughed and wiped your cheeks, caressing them with the soft touch of his thumbs. "no, nothing like that! i realised my feelings for you when i got that first howler, because when i pictured who might be behind those red letters, i could only imagine you. the thought of it being anyone else made me cringe."

"what if it wasn't me?" you pouted playfully.

"then i would have rejected them, if they ever confessed to me for real. and i would have loved you with my whole being, even if you never liked me back."

"you would have cried yourself to sleep every night," you laugh, a croak in your voice from crying just moments ago. you know him too well.

"you're right! so thank god that wasn't the case." sunoo hugged you tighter, and you wrapped your arms around his middle. a satisfied sigh escapes your lips.

right then, you also thank whatever being out there let you meet your best friend. and you're grateful that you can give sunoo all of your love without holding back - not-so-secretly anymore.

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balletfilmss · 4 months

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battydora · 1 year

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A hidden passion in the Swordsmith Village (part II)

¡ +18 content • minors don't interact !

part I: here!

content: nsfw, sub/virgin!haganezuka, fem!please! reader, blowjob (m! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), female dominance, virginity loss, vainilla sex, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, hotaru's first time, pet names, “babyboy”.

inspiration song: ❝unholy❞ by sam smith ft. kim petras ♡

pairing: sub!virgin!haganezuka x fem!pleasedom! reader

note: y'all ask and i shall deliver, here's part two of my haganezuka nsfw oneshot! sorry it took so long, please enjoy i had too much fun writting this. btw don't mind my english, i'm trying to improve 😭

for @like-a-clock who asked me to tag them in part 2 –♡

Things turned tables so quick after that specific meeting with your swordsmith, that night you went to bed overly excited, memories of Hotaru coming back one after another: his face, his expressions, his movements, his moans... everything was just so spectacular to the point you were overjoyed. You couldn't wait for the next day to see how things would go, what will you two do? Will you talk about what happened or will you act fool? Will there be any tension? Another kissing session? Aah! Tomorrow's mistery was so intriguing and exciting! You almost couldn't sleep that night.

Next morning you went to his workplace and, to your and everyone's surprise, Haganezuka wasn't there at first hour as he would've been expected to, which was extremely unusual, specially coming from the black haired guy. You had a quick breakfast and took a walk around the village, mostly hoping you'd see Haganezuka anywhere around but no clues seemed to be found, so you decided to go back to his workshop and go check the second floor where he slept, that would've been the smartest thing to do in the first place but who cares.

You went upstairs and opened the sliding door of his dorm. You never thought you'd ever commit the unpolite mistake of not knocking someone's door before going in, because this wasn't only the first time you didn't, it was also because your jaw never dropped this hard in your entire life. What was inside caught you totally offguard and made your face turn bright red, a low pitched gasp left a man's mouth. Haganezuka was inside, sitting on his futon and a hand inside his pants grabbing his erected bud down there.

—WHO LET YOU COME IN!— yelled he when you suddenly appeared, his face was flushing red and his legs closing while trying to desperately cover himself from you.

—SORRY! I'M SO SORRY, HOTARU!— you yelled back, you quickly backed up and closed the door.

You rested your back on it with your face yet red, you weren't exactly embarassed but you either couldn't deny the view was striking: Hotaru's haori half open exposing one naked shoulder and a sneaky hand inside his pants. What led the man to that? Were yesterday's events the cause? Your mind couldn't stop thinking about it, did you really had that effect on him? You heard a voice coming out of the dorm a few minutes later.

—Y/n, are you still there?— Haganezuka spoke, sounding bashful.

—Yes, I am— you answered as relaxed as you could—Are you alright? Can I come in now?—

—No! Just...— he paused for a second, if you could see him, he'd be as red as a cherry —Agh, I need... help, yes, come here—

You took a deep breath and opened the door again, Haganezuka's legs were now covered with sheets, you got closer slowly and knelt next to his futon.

—Sorry, I didn't mean to interrumpt you during your... activities— you averted your gaze a little, you were shocked, you never viewed him as the type of guy who would jack off in the morning (or anytime at all).

—I was not...! Doing that!— he frowned and averted his gaze aswell —I... had a... dream, and when I woke up, I was already hard. Don't fucking dare to laugh or i'll kill you— he threatened you as he would have if you ever thought of breaking your sword, but this time he seemed like he was trying to keep his composture, your presence disturbed him for some reason.

You stared at Haganezuka in awe, you weren't sure of how you should react to not make him feel judged, he seemed startled and nervous so you needed to reasure him it was okay. You giggled a little and gave him shoulder pats.

—Don't worry, 'Taru! This is a common thing to happen, there's no shame on it— you assured.

—I know it's normal! But still...— his reply sounded unsure.

—Well, in that case, don't be bashful about it! It's your body's natural reaction after all— you made yourself quiet and looked at him, your mind flashed a dirty idea for a second —What was that dream about?—

—Why do you care?!— the man turned his head, attempting to hide the blush that took over his cheeks.

—Come on, don't get mad! I'm trying to help youuu— you said playfully leaning in to hug him by the waist —Don't be so stubborn—

—Stop!— said he but didn't push you away, in fact, he grabbed your hip with one hand, still looking away —Quit embarassing me, this still is... new for me— he grunted, calming down.

That surprised you a little, it's not so common for a man to have this experience for the very first time at the age of 37 but who were you to judge him? According to his personality, it pretty much made sense, so you took it easy because it wasn't the big deal either.

—Aw, sorry I didn't mean it— you apologized sweetely, still hugging him —Thanks for telling me anyways, it's a little hard for me to believe you've never been through this but there's nothing wrong with that, I'm no one to judge—

He looked at you sideways, looking less embarassed and calmer, it seemed like your patient and comprehensive personality encouraged him to talk this out with you without shame. Haganezuka's trust in you just grew a little bigger.

—Thanks...— the way he said it made you see he cooled down, he was way more relaxed than when you entered the room, that was a good signal —It's still erected though...— his face turned red again while grabbing tightly the sheets.

You held your chin thoughtful, it's not like you didn't know what to do, it's just that you needed to let the man know your plan and get his permission to execute it.

—I have an idea, but I need you to let me help you. Do you agree, honey?— he stared at you cautious, since yesterday, your imagination scared him a little, you could be very freaky at times.

—What are you thinking about now...—

—Nothing bad! But it'll make you feel good, I promise— a flirty smirk took place on your face.

—Mm... fine, just d-don't take too long—

You got your hands to work and moved infront of him, asking the man to politely lay down on the futon, he obeyed in silence as you uncovered his crotch being able to take a very detailed look of his penis, the size was just good for you and you smirked wider from just seeing it. Haganezuka noticed your stare and his face reddened, legs shyly closed, it was the first time someone saw him naked so this was something you expected to happen, embarassment was every virgin's first challenge.

—Don't be shy, sweety, I'll take care of that sweet cock for yours. Can you entrust me your pleasure?— you caressed his tense thighs, trying to encourage him into relaxing and enjoying the moment rather than being tense and embarassed.

Your voice was so soft and soothing, your gaze was just more than sweet and patient, it all made Haganezuka sure you weren't there to force him into anything, you were there to let him know you two could have fun together and that you could make him feel good in bed for the first time. And since the bond you and the black haired man stablished was built with several bonding and patience, he trusted you his virginity, he was willing to expose a face of his no one's ever seen and never will, only to show it to anyone else but you. He seemed to relax after your words, so you smiled, very happily for giving him the confidence he needed.

You opened his legs slowly, petting them lovingly as you reached his left knee and started kissing it, tracking soft kisses from it to his inner thigh. He got up a little just to stare at you, gulping at the sight of your face so close to his hard cock.

—May I, 'Taru?— you asked seductively.

He excitedly nodded and watched carefuly as you grabbed his solid dick and took a very first taste with a lustful lick from below. Air left his lungs, it was only one move, one fucking move needed to send thousands of vibrations from his pelvis to his stomach in less tan a second. Haganezuka gave in so quick that he laid down again, letting you do your thing as he hid his face from you. You would've laught if you had time, but now you had to give your baby what he was waiting for. You licked almost all of it a few times, you were going easy on him so he could get used to the feeling (and also because you liked hearing his little moans and whines).

—Do you like it, sweetie pie?— you asked inbetween kisses and licking.

—I... Yes, yes... please keep going— a smile painted your face as you heard him speak, feeling glad he was enjoying.

—Then get ready, this is only the beggining—

Afterwards, you got close again and introduced his cock slowly inside your mouth, using your tongue to moisten it as much a you could to make a better experience out of this. You heard an extended moan right afterwards, you could see Hotaru was feeling extremely sensitive for all the stimulation. You moved slowly at first, caressing his stomach with your hands to deepen his senses.

—Please... please, more, ah...— you felt your own stomach shrink from just hearing him beg and whine, your own pussy got wet just from it, you certainly had a domination fetish you could not deny.

And since you were willing to please, you only did what you were asked, moving your head up and down with more intensity everytime, gaining a whole album of moaning and pleading in exchange. There was a moment you felt your torax being squished by the swordsmith's legs out of pleasure. You reached a point were you could fit his cock entirely inside your mouth, making the man's whining only longer and louder, letting his domme know how good she was making him feel. Haganezuka's moans increased after a few seconds, nails digging into your head and his waist elevating a little from time to time to feel you even more. You could imagine he was close to his orgasm so you had the idea to pull apart and reach his face while grabbing his cock with your hand, stealing an exhasperation gasp from his mouth as you masturbated him.

—How's it going, sweetheart?— you asked as you smirked.

—I-I'm...! Ah! I'm so close...!—

—Oh, you are? Should I to do something about it?—

—Gah! Y-Yes! Please, I'm desperate!— he covered his eyes as he pleaded.

—That's what I thought, babyboy—

Your hand kept doing the same moves while your free hand wandered over Hotaru's lower abdomen, pressing gently on his pelvis, trying to stimulate the zone as much as possible. You heard a prolongued moan after a hot minute, you looked down and saw that viscous liquid coming out of your beloved swordsmith.

—Ou... already? You came so hard, baby— your flirty tone could tell you enjoyed every second of this moment.

But the man was too stunned to speak didn't respond, this confused you. You stared back at him, Hotaru was covering his eyes, you leaned over to move his hands and messy hair out of the way just to find he was crying while breathing heavily. You got shocked, you never made a partner cry before, was he okay?

—Hey, are you okay?— you asked while caresing his left cheek.

—That was... ah... amazing...— he couldn't even speak correctly, you left him out of air.

You smiled softly before giving him a sweet peck on the lips, you were so glad he enjoyed this moment with you.

—I'm glad, darling. I guess I left you too tired for a second round— you sighed and shrugged your shoulders, the poor guy just lost his virginity and was too exhausted to give you some pleasure, but you were okay with that, now you can ask for sexual encounters if Hotaru wanted to.

You stood up and looked for a tissue, you wouldn't be able to leave him all messed up over his futon, that would be cruel, so you got back to a little more recovered Haganezuka and started whipping his cum from his tummy. You suddenly felt his hand grab your arm firmly yet gently, you looked up just to encounter a very determined glare.

—Let's do it again— your mind went blank, did you hear correctly?

—Pardon?— you said, a little numb yet, it's not like you didn't want to, but you thought maybe he was too tired for another round, you maybe underestimated him.

—I said let's do it again, I'm not tired— his face turned red once again but his expression remained.

This was interesting, for the very first time, Haganezuka Hotaru would not be working at first light as everyone would originally expect, he would stay in bed with you, exploring this new world of dirty and lustful desires.

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rafesmuse · 2 years

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honey and lavender — t.n.

pairing: academic rival!theo nott x reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): cursing

summary: your academic rival Theo smells you in his Amortentia. [modern au]

word count: 2.2k

requested: yes/no

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Theo always tried his hardest to outperform you when it came to grades. That is why you gave it your all in this particular class, potions class, which was your only weakness. You had to get a better grade than him. You couldn’t stand his bragging anymore. Someone needed to put him in his place and it had to be you, as you were the only one capable of getting better grades than him.

This rivalry has existed for years. Theo had always been top of the class, but that all changed when you transferred to Hogwarts a few years ago, to his great annoyance. You excelled him in practically every subject, gaining popularity among your classmates who were sick of Theo's constant bragging and show-offs. They were more than pleased that there was another student, someone far more likeable than Theo, who was able to put him in his place.

You entered the classroom, feeling motivated for potions class, as today’s topic was to learn how to brew Amortentia. The classroom gradually filled with students, the sounds of chatter filling the room. You placed your belongings on the table as Theo sat down in front of you, making you groan in irritation, feeling far too tired for him at this hour.

"Good luck y/n, I'm sure you need it" Theo snickered as you rolled your eyes at him. He had always been condescending to you, making insulting comments whenever he had the opportunity.

"Fuck off, Theo" you hissed back, your blood boiling

“No need to be angry at me, darling. Someone has to be top of the class, which, of course, is me” Theo gave you the most arrogant glance you’ve ever seen. Oh, how you wish you could have just punched him in the face right there and then.

Gathering the essentials for the love potion, you started with the Amortentia, but not without difficulty. You couldn’t seem to figure it out, causing you to feel extremely frustrated. You weren’t the only one struggling with the Amortentia today; Theo didn’t seem to understand it either, which made you feel better. After several failed attempts, Theo had finally made his love potion with the assistance of Draco who sat beside him.

Theo leaned into his cauldron and sniffed it, curious as to would smell like. "Why do I only smell honey and flowers in mine?" Theo questioned confusedly as your eyes widened, making you almost choke on your water. No fucking way. This was not happening. It couldn’t be. Theo turned around in confusion before his face shifted into utter shock when he noticed your honey and lavender-scented body mist placed on your table in front of you. Not long after, Draco noticed it as well, causing him to burst out laughing.

“No way this is happening” Draco exclaimed as Theo sat silently next to him with an annoyed expression on his face, causing Draco to laugh even harder. Your cheeks became significantly redder as you tried to hide your face behind your school book, trying to avoid making the situation even more awkward.

After the, according to Theo, ‘ridiculous class’, Theo, Draco and Blaise sat in the common room where Draco amusingly explained what had happened, causing Blaise to look at Theo in disbelief. Everyone knew the two of you were rivals. It was obvious you despised each other and couldn’t endure being in the same room for more than five minutes.

“Just admit you like her, Nott” Draco nagged while Blaise struggled to hide his laughter.

“Fucking hell, how many more times do I have to tell you, I don’t like her! If it wasn’t obvious already, I fucking hate her” Theo snarled as he gathered his belongings and made his way out of the common room towards the library.

His head felt like it was spinning. How could he smell you in his Amortentia, out of all the people? It simply wasn’t possi-

“Ouch!” you shouted as you collided with Theo, knocking all your books to the ground. You hurriedly dropped to the floor to gather all your things while looking up at him with your dreamy eyes, causing time to stand still for a brief moment as he became lost in them.

“So, you’re gonna help me or what?” you snapped at him impatiently as he returned to reality.

“Yeah, sorry. I got it” he quickly apologised as he helped you with your stuff, surprising you with his unexpected kindness, which was not something you were used to. Little did you know that was the first time Theo realized just how beautiful and not-so-awful you really were.

It was finally time to let go of all your worries, school stress and other problems you had on your mind since there was a party being held, with all houses invited. You were chatting with your friends when you decided to refill your glass, making your way to the drinks. You were about to grab a bottle when you were startled by someone standing behind you, letting out a small squeal. You assumed it was one of your friends, but when you turned around it was Theo standing behind you, his face blank, always making it hard to read him.

“Kiss me” he whispered abruptly, almost making you gag on the drink you'd just sipped. Did you just hear that clearly? Theo fucking Nott asked you to kiss him?

“What!?” you yelled dumbfounded with a bewildered look on your face, stunned by the sudden inquiry. You stood frozen in front of him, attempting to comprehend what he just asked you to do.

“This girl won’t leave me alone and it’s really annoying. So, kiss me” you peeked over his shoulder and noticed a girl staring at the both of you intensely. He was fucking insane was all you could think at that moment, but honestly, you were too intoxicated to even care so you wrapped your arms around his neck, drew your head closer to his, looked into his blue eyes, and kissed him deeply as he did the same. You closed your eyes as you could feel Theo’s hands on your waist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He didn’t taste particularly nice; you could mostly taste a mix of whiskey and cigarettes, but his lips were soft and he wasn’t as rough as you expected him to be.

After a few moments, the both of you were so engrossed in the kiss that you completely forgot the entire purpose of it, so you took a step back and noticed that the girl was no longer present, but people were staring at you with shocked expressions on their faces. You couldn’t blame them; it must be quite weird seeing the two biggest enemies of their school kissing in front of them out of nowhere.

The days after, you noticed a shift in Theo’s attitude. There were no more nasty remarks or deliberately knocking your drink over, but there was a lot of staring. Not the kind of staring with an arrogant look all over his face, which you were all too familiar with, but a rather inquisitive expression, following every movement you made, whatever that was.

Your scent in Theo’s Amortentia and the kiss were all you could think about for the past few days, although you weren’t sure what it meant. You were certain he absolutely hated your guts, as you obviously did as well. Although you had to admit, he was indeed very handsome and it was no mystery why almost every girl at Hogwarts had a crush on him. Hell, you would too if he wasn’t such an asshole to you.

You were about to get ready for school, doing your usual morning routine when you heard a loud knock on your door. You placed your hairbrush on the dressing table before heading to the door, not knowing who was standing in front of it this early. You cautiously opened the door, feeling both hesitant and curious. However, when you looked around in the doorway, you didn’t see anyone so you figured it must be some kind of joke. Just as you were about to close the door, your eyes fell on a box that was lying on the ground. You went down on your knees and examined it, curious as to what was inside.

Your face lit up with a wide smile when you saw the box up close, almost not believing it. ‘Honey and lavender cupcakes’ was written on it. When you opened it, there were 4 delicious-looking cupcakes with purple frosting on them inside the box, as well as a note, written in sloppy and rushed handwriting.

‘Will you go out with me? If the answer is no, don’t tell anyone I did this. - t.n.’ you let out a small chuckle, almost pitying Theo for caring that much about his reputation. You pondered it for a moment, unsure of what to do. You used to despise him and would never even consider going on a date with him. But since his behaviour had shifted completely, he wasn't that obnoxious anymore, so you decided to give it a shot.

You picked up the box and placed it on your desk before you grabbed your phone and texted him.

9:04am. You: Just got the cupcakes. Would love to go out with you :)

9:05am Theo😒: 3 pm today. Front of the main hall.

After your classes, you made your way to the place Theo mentioned. It was kind of inconvenient because you were still carrying your school bag with all your books in it, so you hoped he didn’t plan on going somewhere far. When you arrived at the main hall, you discovered a note on the ground that appeared to have been attached to the wall but had fallen off.

‘Follow the petals’ you looked around confusedly, looking for the petals. You then spotted pink rose petals on the floor behind you, which formed a path for you to follow. As you followed the path of petals, your mind raced with ideas about what Theo had planned. Although a part of you was still afraid that this was some sort of sick joke, you chose to remain positive.

You picked up the petals along the way to ensure that no one else would follow the path after you. It led you outside, where you were greeted by a pleasant summer breeze and the cheerful singing of birds.

In the distance, you noticed Theo standing with his back to you. Next to him, you spotted a red and white cloth on the ground with various snacks and drinks. You made your way to him as your nerves grew more with each step, nearly tempting you to turn around and make up some lame excuse. But you couldn't just walk away now that you've seen how much effort he's put in. So you’ve gathered the courage and continued walking towards him while quickly stuffing the rose petals into your bag.

Theo turned around when he heard you approaching him, a nervous smile appearing on his face. This side of him was unfamiliar to you, but you didn't mind it, at all. It was actually quite endearing.

“Y/n. Hi” he awkwardly said, as you greeted him back.

“I brought some snacks, come sit down” you sat down next to him on the cloth and ate some of the snacks and sweets that he brought. He also made sandwiches, which were absolutely delicious. While eating, you both talked about common interests and enjoyed each other's company. It was surprisingly fun and you had no idea how similar you two were.

“I’m sorry that our first kiss went like that” he suddenly spoke out. Thinking back at it, you didn’t even care about it that much, so it surprised you that he did.

“No, it’s fine! It’s no big deal” you quickly assured as you grabbed a chocolate frog.

“It is, though. I think we should try it again” before you could even react, he moved closer to you and placed one hand on your cheek. You felt yourself getting hot and your heart started to beat as fast as it could, with the chocolate frog still in your hand. He leaned in and kissed you passionately as you slowly relaxed into the kiss, feeling your surroundings dissipating for a brief moment.

He pulled back and smiled at you adoringly as the sunlight perfectly illuminated his handsome face. You couldn’t ignore the butterflies that you were feeling in your stomach as your face got noticeably redder. Theo then turned to look at your hand, causing him to laugh out loud. You confusedly looked down and saw that the chocolate frog had completely melted in your palm, making a mess all over your hand.

“You’re such an idiot. A cute one, though”

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juhaknyeonies · 8 months

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luv | lee chan (dino)

summary: your bestfriend is planning is valentine’s confession and you’re there to support him like the good bestfriend you are, only you wish that confession was for you.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.6k (1630)

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February, the second month of the year. To northern hemisphere its the last month of winter, but to the southern hemisphere it’s the beginning of spring. But to everyone its known as the month of love as much as its known as the month with 28 days (and 29 on leap years!).

You didn’t like February. There was a certain holiday on the 14th you hated with a passion. Maybe its because you had no one to spend it with or maybe you were just jealous of all the couples who got to enjoyed the day with the lovers. You know what thats besides the point you just hated Valentine’s Day.

Maybe it was worse since you’ve been pining over a boy. A boy you met a very long time ago. Your bestfriend for years. Yes you had a crush on your bestfriend. Yes you had a crush on Lee Chan, but these feelings never ended well.

Luckily for you he’s never had a girlfriend yet! But he’s got this annoying crush he annoys you with everyday.

“Chan, you can’t mope around over some girl you won’t even tell me the name of and tell me that she doesn’t like you back.” You comforted.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day in two days, I was thinking about confessing to her tomorrow.” He admitted.

You sighed, to be honest it hurts to hear. But I thought it would hurt to see him sad and you having to comfort him all over again.

“When do you see her?” You asked. “I’ll help you confess,”

His eyes lit up at your words. “Really!!”

He jumped up excitedly, “Well I was planning to meet when school ended” He began telling you his plan on how he was gonna confess to his crush. “We would go somewhere special. There’s this place I found a few months ago and I’ve always wanted to take someone there,”

He was like a happy child talking about his primary school wife, talking on and on about how he would want his confession to be like if it went well.

Apart of you wanted the mystery girl to reject him but as much as you liked him you were much happier making him happier.

He had taken you to the shops straight after that conversation. It was 5pm so Chan was lucky that it was a Thursday and the shops open late that day.

You and Chan walked around the shops going into different isles looking for things to confess with.

You saw your favourite chocolate and reached out for it. “Oh that chocolate is perfect! Thats her favourite too,” He grabbed it from your hand and put it into his basket.

“I was actually gonna buy it for myself,” You took another from the shelf but Chan also took that from your hand too.

“I’ll buy it for you,” He offered. Slightly annoyed from him taking the chocolate bar off of you instantly forgot about that when he decided he was gonna buy you one.

The both of you walked around going to different shops having fun. You guys entered the bookstore as you decided to check if a book you wanted was in stock.

“I know were here to help you confess but i’ll be quick!” You dragged Chan into the store. Walking to the section where the book you wanted would be you found the book you wanted for such a long time.

“Aw, it’s $50.” You sighed looking at the price of the book.

“That’s an awfully expensive book,” He commented. “Who would pay that much for a book.”

“I would but I’m saving up so I guess I can’t.” You frowned a bit.

You exited the store with Chan following behind you. You said it was gonna be a quick visit so you weren’t that bummed out. If you were able to stay in there as long as you wanted you would started sulking about it and buying it if you or Chan didn’t walk out of that store.

Chan had bought the last part of his confession needs so the shopping trip was coming to an end soon.

While the both of you were walking to the food court you passed by a shop the both of you loved, “Hey, I think they restocked their albums today!” Chan dragged you into the shop.

Being in the shop made you feel super poor to be honest. You were surrounded by $40-$200 albums and only had $50 on your card.

“They restocked the Apink albums.” You flicked through the albums in the Apink section. “They restocked Pink Luv,”

Pink Luv was the the only Apink album you didn’t have yet. So you desperately wanted it.

“Are you gonna buy it?”

“Its $51,” It was only a dollar more of what you had. “And I only have $50.” You sighed.

“I’m sure it’ll still be here when your payday rolls around.”

“I sure hope so,”

“Let’s get out of here and eat now,” He took you to the food court to finally get some food which was basically your dinner since it was so late.

“I hope you won’t mind if I took your Pink Luv album to complete my set.” You joked around.

“Well I hope you don’t mind me taking your signed Pink Blossoms album.”

“You wouldn’t,” You fake gasped.

“Oh I would,” He grinned stuffing the noodles he bought because they were $7 and it was happy hour into his mouth.

“You know, I’m still worried she might reject me,” He confessed.

“If she does it’s a good thing because you didn’t waste too much money,” You continued noticing his sad expression, “But all jokes aside Channie, I doubt she would reject you, you would be the perfect boyfriend.”

“Your nice, funny and an amazing dancer, a very considerate person and who would reject a guy like that, but your not that smart so,” You giggled at the last sentence.

“Thanks Y/N,” he smiled at you. It made your heart melt as much as it hurt knowing that smile was thinking about the girl he would yearn over.

“If your done with that I could drive you home,” He offered.

“I’m done now I think I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we leave.” You walked off to the bathroom. Nothing interesting happened but when you got home your heart started aching realising you basically just bought dating equipment for the man you’ve had a crush on for years.

It kept you up a little a night thinking of this realisation. At the end of the day you’ll be alright as long as hes happy.

The day of his confession rolled around and it was also the day before Valentine’s Day and you still had no one to spend it with.

By now he already confessed and you were just stuck at home. You didn’t cry over it, because even if you confessed his heart belonged to that girl.

It was around 6pm when Chan messaged you. ‘Y/N could you do me a favour?’ He asked.

‘Yea, ofc’ You replied. ‘okay i’ll pick you up in 10 get ready’

‘oh i forgot to tell u i need you to be there the entire night’ he messaged you again.

When you were done getting ready you grabbed a bag that was empty and told you parents that you were gonna have a girl’s sleepover for Valentine’s Day and that you were headed off to Minju’s house. Your parents let you go since it was a Friday.

Chan had picked you up and lead you into a forest. It was a very beautiful forest. It was also a very long walk there. “Why are we so deep into here? Did you murder her?” You asked. “No of course not!”

Eventually the both of you got there, there was fairy lights everywhere and it looks like it had been set up for a date.

“Sit down at the table here.” You complied and sat down at the oddly fancy table.

“Look under you’re table.” He told you.

You grabbed a bag that was under the table. You placed it on the table and looked inside.

“The Pink Luv album and the book!” You exclaimed. “And the chocolate too!”

“It’s all for you,” He told you. “I like you,” It took you a few minutes to register what happened.

“How did you get all this stuff?” You asked.

“It was really stressful, after I dropped you off I drove back and bought everything you wanted.”

After all this time thinking he didn’t like you back, you just started crying. “Woah woah, Y/N. What’s wrong?” You thought he liked some random girl for the past few years but it’s always been you.

“I like you too,” You wiped away your tears. “Then why are you crying?” He asked.

“I’ve liked you for years and I thought you liked someone else.” You confessed.

“If I liked someone else I’d probably tell you their name.” He laughed it off.

“Cmon, get up I didn’t plan this picnic for you to cry over it. Let’s dance.” He grabbed your hand and started playing music.

“LUV by Apink,” You noticed the song that was playing.

“You’re favourite song,” He leaned in and kissed you.

“It’s not even Valentine’s Day yet,”

“It is, it just passed a minute ago.” He held up your phone. “Oh you’re timing is really good.”

“I think I deserve a kiss for that-” You kissed him before he could finished his sentence.

Turns out this year you did have a Valentine and it’s the boy you’ve been pining over for year lucky you! Maybe you do like Valentine’s Day.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Chan leaned in and stole another kiss from you.

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kellyscowboy · 10 months

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ OUTLAWS OF SANTA FE

ᯇ summary ! ✦ “You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose. Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?” As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight." aka the wild westsies au i've had in my drafts forever ᯇ tag list ! ✦ @bound-for-santa-fe ,, @fandomtrashcollector (taglist form is in my pinned post!!) ᯇ warnings ! ✦ cussing, alcohol consumption, violence, use of guns ᯇ vienna's thoughts ! ✦ here are the meanings of the wild west slang words in here:) paintin' his nose - to get drunk corned - drunk fogy - a stupid fellow dynamite - whiskey ANYWAY, i've had this in my drafts for forever and i just wanted to finally finish is so sorry that the ending is really rushed el oh el. also i recommend listening to Billy the Kid by Tex Ritter before reading!! as always, reblogs & comments are always appreciated <333 ALSO READ IT ON AO3 THE PLAYLIST 2883 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

WANTED Jack ‘Cowboy’ Kelly $1,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery, murder, and disruption of the public. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED The Delancey Brothers $500.000 REWARD Oscar and Morris Delancey are wanted for robbery and attempted murder. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE Deadwood David $5,000.000 REWARD Wanted for robbery and murder, on a large scale. Does not attack without motive. Contact Sheriff Charles Morris of Santa Fe, New Mexico.

A proud cowboy listened to the chatter of customers outside of Spots Shootin' Saddle Saloon. A cocky smirk played at his lips as he pushed through swinging doors. He heard gasps and the sound of multiple pistols being dragged from his holster. Then, the saloon went silent—save for the high-pitched squeak of wet glass being towel dried.

The bartender didn't even spare him a glance. "Well, well. If it ain’t the famous Jack Kelly."

“I could say the same to you, Spot. Lookit you, got yer own saloon and everything.”

One of the saloon boys perked up. "Jack!” The boy gave a half-hearted excuse to the men he was serving, he made up for his departure with a wink. He eagerly made his way behind the bar and began fixing the ex-cowboy a drink. "What brings you into town?"

Jack gratefully took the drink with a tip of his hat. “You’re a good man, Race.” He downed the drink before addressing the question before him. "Can't a lonely cowboy just visit his old friends?"

"Why, sure he could!” Racetrack grinned, already refilling his glass.

“That is, if that's what he was really doing." Spot added quickly. “Besides, can’t really be calling yourself a cowboy anymore. Not when a wanted poster names you an outlaw.”

“I can call myself whatever I please.” The cowboy realized it was a fight not worth fighting. He waved him off and dragged the newly poured whiskey closer. "Howd’ya know it was me?”

Spot laughed. "What, when you walked in? Yer the only fella I know who quiets my saloon like that.”

Racetrack leaned forward against the counter; his arm wrapped lovingly around Spot’s waist. He rested his head in his own hand, his elbow digging into marble, and gave Jack a pointed look. "Not anymore. Say, Jack; you heard of that David feller, yet? He paid us a visit couple’a days ago. Shoot, we didn’t hear much noise in here ‘till the next day!”

Jack's fingers squeezed his glass, before they relaxed and stretched. "Yeah, I've heard of him. Fill 'er up again, would'ya?"

Spot took the glass and kept his gaze on the outlaw whilst he poured the whiskey. He placed it in front of the boy with a thump, then glared at him through narrowed eyes. "What are you really here for, cowboy?"

"Just paintin’ my nose, Spot." Jack pushed away from the bar, drink in hand. He sat down with a boy who was lazily pulling at the strings of his guitar. “Tell me a story, Al."

The boy responded with a toothy grin, then tipped his hat up and out of his eyes. He slowly looked up and made eye contact with the outlaw. “Long time no see, Jackie." He plucked at his guitar more rhythmically than before. "What'cha wanna hear?"

"Why don’t you tell that one about ole Billy the Kid?”

"Only because you're an old friend." Albert chuckled. He took a deep breath before he put on his story-telling voice. His demeanor demanded the attention of those around him, and he always got it when he was performing. "Some folks do a lot of good in the world, that encourages us to do good. A few people start off on the wrong foot - their black deeds serve as a warning post to us. The song I'm gonna to sing for you now, fellers, is about a boy who sorta wandered off the straight and narrow trail, took up a crooked course. As usual with all outlaws, he paid with his life. His name,” a pause, “was Billy the Kid."

His singing was mesmerizing, just like his stories, and everyone in the saloon slowly began to sing along. Some of them absentmindedly hummed along as they gambled, and others gave the man their full attention. They swayed merrily back and forth with each other, their glasses raised to the gods as they hooted and hollered.

"I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid. I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did. Out in New Mexico, long time ago, When a man's only chance was his own forty-four."

While everyone sang along, a boy slipped in through the doors, entirely unnoticed. He whispered to Spot and kept his head hung low. Had he made any noise, it had been covered up by obnoxious singing. The boy pushed a couple of coins across the counter before he slumped farther into his hat.

"When Billy the Kid was a very young lad, In old Silver City, he went to the bad. Way out in the West with a gun in his hand- At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man."

Racetrack wanted to tell Jack about the man at the bar, but Spot had instructed him to keep quiet. He had been told to loosen the outlaw up, and he did just that. Race kept a close eye on Jack’s drink and made sure he never reached the bottom of his glass.

"Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing A song about Billy, their boy bandit king. How ere his young man-hood had reached it's sad end, Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men."

To say the drinks had loosened him up would be an understatement. Jack pranced around the table—dragging Racetrack along with him—with his glass raised. The whiskey sloshed over the side and splashed his boots. He jumped atop the tables and managed to gain the attention of all the customers. It wasn’t long before everyone was shouting and throwing their drinks into the air.

"Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died, He said to his friends, 'I'm not satisfied, Twenty-one men I have put bullets through. Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two."

Jack tried to sing along, but his mouth had other plans. He rambled to Albert, who just smiled as he sang, about his recent affairs. “I could take down the sheriff!” He bragged. “No! I could take down big ol’ Deadwood David… with my eyes closed!” Al shook his head and his eyes flitted quickly to the man at the bar.

"Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate. The bright moon was shining, the hour was late. Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend. The young outlaw's life had now come to its end."

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep, Kelly.” Spot warned with a sigh. Racetrack cocked an eyebrow from his place next to Jack. He raised the pitcher in question, and moved away from the table when Spot shook his head. The cowboy waved off Spot’s warning as the bartender whispered lowly to his customer.

"There's many a man with a face fine and fair, Who starts out in life with a chance to be square. But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray And loses his life in the very same way."

Everyone cheered in unison for the song; although, some might’ve been cheering for their gambling wins. Albert smiled and tipped his hat before he went back to strumming mindlessly at his guitar. A small grin made its way onto his face as Jack drunkenly droned on.

"D’ya hear Spot? Talkin’ bout promises I can't keep!" He scoffed; a drunk burp made its way up his throat. "I mean- Listen, I've got way more kills under my belt than Billy the Kid had got." Jack took a sip of his glass. Race had been filling it with coffee, but he was much too drunk to notice. “He would’ve never died if he was as experienced as me. Besides, this Deadwood guy’s a total poser. I betcha I could take him on with my-” He looked confused for a second. “With my- my eyes closed!”

“So you’ve said.” Albert shook his head and chuckled. "Anyhow… the song ain’t a challenge, Cowboy. It's a warning. Don’t mess with something that ain’t botherin’ you.”

"You’re starting to sound like my Papaw, Al.” Jack bumped Albert’s shoulder with his cup. “He don’t look good on you. Oh! You know who looked good on me, though? Them gals over in Tombstone.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He slurred. "I mean, practically a different girl each night. Gorgeous women too. Unlike any lady out in these parts."

An obnoxious scoff came from the boy at the bar. He circled his finger around the rim of his glass as he spoke, his head still down. “I sure ain’t heard any Tombstone ladies bragging on about pirooting with a Jack Kelly.”

All conversation ceased at the boy’s words. The notes on Albert’s guitar suddenly became more dramatic, and Jack would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so offended. Spot let out an exasperated sigh, but the rest of the customers were visibly tense. Every man had a hand on his gun, waiting for a showdown.

Jack turned and stared the boy down. "Maybe you ain't talked to the right ladies.”

"Maybe you just ain’t worth bragging about.” The boy took a sip of his drink. Racetrack let out a short giggle, then nervously ducked under the counter to make a drink that nobody had asked for. “Or, maybe, you ain’t really been with as many ladies as you claim.”

Disgruntled, Jack got up and made his way to the bar. The boy laughed as the outlaw tripped a little over his own feet. Jack grabbed the man by a shoulder and forced him to spin in his chair. He shoved a mean finger into the man’s chest. The man at the bar snickered, his face still covered by his hat.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Huh?”

“You know what they say about cowboys who brag too loud about their women.” He sniffed and rubbed his nose.

Jack gave a mock laugh. “Anyone in town would tell you I’m not queer. ‘Specially the ladies who pass through. Who do you think you are, anyway?”

As the boy pushed his hat out of his face, he made direct eye-contact with the outlaw. "I think I'm the fella that can send the ‘famous’ Jack Kelly home crying to his mama." Jack was silent, stunned. His finger was still pressed into the man’s chest, but it had begun to shake. "What now, Cowboy? I'd tell you to take me down like you promised," Deadwood gave a slight shove to Jack’s shoulder, yet he found himself almost toppling over. "But you're too corned to even stand straight."

Spot cleared his throat. “I won’t have you dunderheads havin’ a showdown in my saloon. Be respectable, boys.”

“There wasn’t gonna be no showdown, anyhow. This feller’s too drunk to do anything. He couldn’t shoot at me even if he had his pistol to my head.” Deadwood flicked a coin to Spot. “Thanks for the dynamite, Spot.” And with that, he proudly walked out of the saloon.

Jack watched the man leave and stood tall with fake pride. After the man was gone, he made a drunken attempt to sit down but instead accepted his place on the floor. Racetrack sighed and raised the outlaw by his armpits before sitting him on a barstool. Spot scoffed as he handed the outlaw a glass of water. “I told you not to make promises you can’t keep, you stubborn ole fogy.”

"I'm fixin' to keep that promise. But right now,” He started to gag, “I think I'm gonna be sick."

“Steady, Izar.” Jack mumbled. “Ain’t too far from here.” His horse neighed, almost as if she was responding to him. She even sighed as he stumbled into her. Jack could almost hear her complain about his recklessness. “I ain’t that drunk, Izar. Honest.”

He led her into the stable behind the Conlon home. “Spot was kind ‘nough to give us a nice little place to stay in for the night.” Jack looked around the stable and flinched at the smell of manure. “Well, he offered to let me stay in the house. But ya know I can’t leave you, mama.”

“Second I heard about you, Jack Kelly, I knew you were insane.” A voice muttered from the corner. “But I never would’a figured you was the type of insane to talk to yourself.”

Jack groaned. “Fuckin’ Spot. He knew you’d be here. Ain’t that right, Deadwood?”

“Yup.”

A tense silence fell over them, but Jack was far too tired (and drunk) to start a fight. He began to take off Izar’s saddle. “I wasn’t talkin’ to myself. I was talking to Izar.” He explained and gestured to his horse. Though, as Deadwood laughed, he realized that wasn’t a much better excuse. “Listen, I don’t feel the need to explain myself to you.”

“Yet here you are. Doing it.” Deadwood snorted as he pulled his hat further over his face. The hay he was laying in enveloped him as he snuggled deeper into it. “Now, I promise not to kill ya if ya promise to shut up.”

Jack grunted in agreement. His intuition screamed at him not to let his guard down, but Izar had already nestled herself into the hay. At that moment, he figured his awful gut feeling was just the whiskey from earlier. Besides, Izar had a good judge of character, most of the time. She curled around Jack as he rested against her, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep, just inches away from one of the deadliest men in the country.

Yelling voices and the sound of cracked wood startled Jack awake. Once he came to his senses, he realized that Izar was no longer behind him. Panic filled his chest and he scrambled to his feet. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he began to barely make out what was happening in the shadows.

Deadwood had a lanky boy pinned beneath him, his pistol to the person’s head. Another boy laid up against the wall of the barn; he was surrounded by splinters and his own blood. His head lolled against his shoulder, the blood from his nose pooled on his leather vest. The boy had a gun in his hand, the safety off and his hand on the trigger.

David lifted the boy underneath him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. “I knew you were pathetic, Morris. But going so low as to kill a man in his sleep? We may be outlaws, but we have some sense of morality.” His hand in the Delancey brothers’ shirt tightened as he pushed the boy farther into the wall; Jack could hear the wood cracking beneath him. “And you don’t kill a man’s horse. Not unless you’re too much of a pussy to kill the owner.” Then, he dropped the man to the floor and spit at him.

Morris used a dramatic hand to wipe off his face before he scrambled to his feet. His hands shook as he moved to grab his pistol. “You place a single finger on that gun, and I will break every single one of your fingers-” Deadwood growled and grabbed the boy’s wrist. “One. By. One.”

After he let go of Morris’ wrist, the boy tripped over himself as he picked up his brother. Oscar barely seemed alive; his only sign of life had been the elongated groan he let out as Morris lifted him. David stopped the two before they could hurry out the door. “You two better never point a pistol at my Cowboy or his horse ever again. Next time, you don’t get a warning. I’ll line you two up and watch the bullets go straight through both of you.”

The two hesitantly nodded (Oscar moved his head down, and that was enough for David). Morris dragged his brother out the door, and it wasn’t long before the sound of galloping hoofs grew quieter and quieter.

“What the hell was that about?” Jack demanded. Deadwood rolled his eyes and led Izar out from behind his own horse.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Cowboy. Go back to sleep.”

“You’re losin’ it if you think I’m gonna let this shit go,” Jack argued as he moved to pet Izar’s neck. “They got you riled up enough to call me your cowboy.” He scoffed. “And you called me queer.”

David cocked his pistol in retaliation. “I defended you while you’s was asleep, but I’m not against shooting a man who’s awake.”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Deadwood. I won’t tell no-one ‘bout this. It wouldn’t be good for my reputation, anyhow. Cowboy don’t need no-one to save him.” He closed his eyes, an amused grin on his lips, and went back to resting against Izar.

The infamous outlaw stared at him, before he broke into laughter. “Spot was right. You are a stubborn ole fogy.”

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kokonoist · 2 years

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this with koko or hakkai

(twt link)

hakkai :(( nsfw under cut

"aah-, no m-more," he whined out as he just came for the nth time.

his sounds were like music to your ears. every time he'd let out a moan or whine, you could feel yourself growing wetter. "one more for mommy, yeah?" you asked as he writhed before you. getting your reassurance from a nod, you continued stroking his cock.

#should i make a oneshot out of this #sub hakkai #sub tokyo revengers #❥ twt links

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tabbiwritesgenshin · 1 year

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ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪᴛ? | chongyun

synopsis: you try to give your boyfriend a little scare

words: 745

a/n: first fic ive written in like a year, woo- hopefully it isn't garbage lmao-

You have the perfect scene to scare him.

Unfortunately, due to his job as an exorcist, Chongyun has seen too many things to be scared by your little prank. No amount of masks nor screams could startle this man, so he would just stare at you with an “Huh” face while you have the most disappointed expression ever.

Chongyun opened the door to his home, or rather, the household he shared with his significant other, Y/n. To say his most recent exorcism was quite tiresome was…an understatement. Due to this, the only thing he wished for at the moment was the usual loving hug his partner gave him..but nothing was there, only the monotonous chime of the lanterns around him.

There was no answer from Y/n. No matter how many times he called out for his partner, Y/n, the only thing that answered his call was silence. Silence, and the sound of the dim chime of a

lantern... a familiar but empty sound. It was a sound that seemed to echo through his thoughts, and a sound that brought with it... an unnerving sense of loneliness. It felt like a part of his heart was missing. And when he closed his eyes, there was only darkness.

Chongyun: “..Figures.”

He opened his eyes once again, with a heavy sigh, he made his way towards their shared bedroom. If his partner wasn’t there to cheer him up, all he could do was rest his mind away. It had been a rather long day and he was sure his partner would be there to greet him the moment the morning sun washed over Liyue.

His figure gently entered the room, ready to plop himself down on the bed and rest his worries away. He was rather unnerved due to the fact that this was the only room in the house that was completely devoid of any light, he was sure he’d left the lanterns on when he left the hou-

Y/n: “Boo!”

His partner suddenly leaped at him from the shadows, an Oni mask covering their face. For a moment, he was surprised by the sudden appearance of Y/n, and for a moment, his expression went from calm to confused. However, as he realized who was behind the mask, he simply shook his head and sighed, a sly smile forming across his face as it then turned into a chuckle…then to a fit of giggles…then to a full blown out fit of laughter, one which would not stop after a few minutes.

Y/n let a rather playful huff before promptly plopping down on their shared bed, opening the sole window on their room, letting it fill the room with its dim moonlight. Chongyun couldn’t help but to smile after seeing their partner’s face, their entire body glowed with the dim light, it was almost a poetic scene.

Y/n: “Hmph! Why can’t I ever scare you?”

Chongyun let out a small chuckle.

Chongyun: "Sorry... but it's not easy to scare me. I've seen things that would drive most people insane... I'm not easily unsettled anymore. That said, I appreciate the effort nonetheless."

Chongyun’s partner was a bit disappointed at how their jump scare turned out, but he had to admit, he often found their mischievous side endearing, it being a rather positive light that shunned down their rather demon-filled lives

The exorcist took a seat on our bed next to Y/n. Even though they could be a bit mischievous at times, there was no one he would rather spend his time with than them. No one else understood him like they did. No one else made him feel the way he did when he was in their warmth.

Chongyun: "I'm sure you will. Just... not tonight."

He said with a chuckle before giving them a kiss.

Chongyun "Good night... my love.”

He promptly laid down next to them, his arms gently wrapped around them as he took the role of the big spoon. Their body was rather cold due to the soft breeze passing through the two of them, something he rather didn’t mind warming up.”

Y/n: “G’night, love.”

With those words, the two would close their eyes, holding each other with a certain love none of them expected to ever find. In his memories, though the moment started off as nothing but a prank, would forever cherish Chongyun’s mind.

Eventually, the two would fall into a peaceful slumber, the stars to take care of them.

#chongyun #chongyun x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact oneshots #chongyun fluff #genshin #❥ tabbi writes ❥

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tojiluv · 1 month

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☆ . . . . . . 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄��𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

HEADCANONS / ONESHOTS / IMAGINES

→ cold night — various characters (sfw)

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velchronica · 3 months

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color me surprised,

leave me lovesick!

♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nagi seishiro

or, nagi seishiro starts off on the wrong foot with you and faces the consequences, until he finally manages to say three words to you—albeit not quite the ones he’d had in mind.

content: pining, nagi’s lowkey down bad, wrong first impression -> misunderstandings, reo the accidental wingman, fem!reader, gyaru!reader, sfw

wc: 2.4k

nagi seishiro first notices you at the end of your high school’s opening ceremony. his parents are stood with him, wishing him luck now that he’s started high school, and tell him not to slack off too much. his mom gasps and lightly smacks his shoulder, peering over it. she says something about the student council president that, frankly, flies over nagi’s head given that he wasn’t really listening, but he turns round per his mother’s request. he politely bows when she pinches his arm, and his dad visibly stifles a laugh. and then he looks up.

when his eyes leave the ground, they land first on your brother—the student council president. but not even a second later, beyond your brother, his eyes fall upon you, brightly dyed hair and modified uniform on the first day. you and your brother have the same smile and look in your eyes, he notes, but other than that, you share little resemblance to one another.

your plethora of hair accessories in various bright shades are a stark contrast to the neat plainess of your brother’s muted natural hair, smartly combed back and nothing more. your bangles and bracelets are visible on your wrists, your sleeves haphzardly pulled up, but strangely enough, your parents seem nonplussed about your immediate violations of school rules. which to nagi, is rather weird in itself, since your brother—as he learns upon your parents introducing you and themselves to his own—is literally the third years’ respresentative.

from behind your brothers shoulder, you flash him an award-winning smile, pearly whites and all, offering him a friendly wave that he does not return. instead, he offers you a curious albeit blank stare. he’s never seen someone as, well, whatever you are, whether it be brave or stupid. he’s almost jealous of your liberty, your parents’ trust in you, given how you seemingly march to the rhythm of your own drum, being true to your desires without caring for the opinions of others. but he isn’t really, since nagi’s parents let him mostly slack off on the condition that he doesn’t drop out of school or flunk any finals.

regardless of the nagi’s though process, you must’ve taken his gaze as wordless judgement or nonverbal criticism, because from that day forth, it’s like nagi doesn’t even remotely exist in your world. your orbit never crosses paths with his own for all of your first year, despite you two being classmates, and nagi pretends that it doesn’t bother him. nagi goes about his first year of highschool glued to a phone and constantly half-asleep in every period, with no friends to whom he could confess that your blatant disregard of his existence bothered him more than anyone else’s.

nagi had never thought he’d see the day where he wanted more than to laze about, where being ignored and left to do as he wishes wasn’t enough. but he buries the truth and drifts through the changing seasons, pixels jumping around on his phone screen. there’s no game overs for him when he never played for keeps in the first place.

you live in two completely different worlds throughout the rest of spring, and all of summer, autumn and winter. despite this, from your barely-overlapping dimensions, held together by a thin string pulled taut known as school, you always seem to catch his eye. something about your laugh has nagi’s heart skip a beat before he can will it to stay calm.

he hates how other people can call your name so easily. “(y/n)!” your friends will call, their loud voices echoing down the hallway. this sort of ruckus is likely to bother nagi anyway, since it puts a particularly noisy damper on his chill and slow high school career, but it irks him in a way he doesn’t expect. it’s not so much a quiet sigh and a retreat to an unpopular staircase during lunch. no, it irritates him to hear other people call your name, and he dislikes how his idle life has been distrupted by your mere presence.

nagi likes to think he doesn’t hate anything besides from having to put too much effort in, because hating something in itself is too much effort. but he’s wrong—he despises how a smile and your shrieking laughter comes so easily around your friends, and yet it falls whenever you catch a glimpse of him.

he wonders whether things would’ve changed had he responded to your little wave during the orientation assembly. perhaps your smile would’ve been his to keep and etch into his brain like some sort of cerebral tattoo. perhaps he wouldn’t nap on random benches on campus, but instead on your lap, dozing away as you ramble on about your day. and he’d actually listen, despise being sleepy, because there’s something comforting about your voice, something unique and curious that leaves nagi itching for more.

nagi’s life has always been a bore, monochrome and greyscale in its mundane simplicity. but your vivid visage, saturated and smiling, remains a splash of fluorescent colour.

whenever you round the corner, missing him by short distances that feel so vast and infinite when nagi cannot hold nor even touch you, his heart flutters. for a long time, he doesn’t understand why. a year passes. he’s seventeen when he meets reo, not long after the start of second year, and you’re no longer in the same class.

nagi’s heart drops when he notices your name on the class signboard next to his own. he’s fallen. crestfallen. he sulks on a staircase playing a hack-and-slash pixel rpg until reo bumps into him. his life changes a little then—now and then, he finds himself putting in a little bit of effort, just to bring a smile to the face of the only person he’s ever called a friend. it’s still a rare occurence, however.

he’s zoning out at practice one day when you walk past with your flock. he pauses, water bottle still in hand from his extended break, and his eyes follow you in the flock of friends you’re surrounded by, his gaze never once leaving your radiant smile. he hasn’t seen you much since your classes had changed, but seeing you know brings nagi a sense of satisfaction he’s never really felt before. you’re prismatic and beaming, and then you stop, wave goodbye to your friends, and then you’re heading towards the field. in nagi’s direction.

nagi almost opens his mouth to say your name. he’s never said it before, never felt the letters roll off his tongue, never. he’s only ever echoed it in his head, let it linger like the scent of petrichor, savours it like a delicacy as if it satiates his thirst for more in life.

and he loses another chance when his heart drops further down his ribcage.

“reo!”

nagi’s friend whirls around from where he’s dribbling a ball absently, waiting for him to rejoin him on the field. reo’s face brightens instantly, and if it weren’t for nagi’s natural deadpan expression, his own face would be thunderous.

“(y/n),” reo greets, wandering over to talk to you. “did you get the text i sent you?”

nagi isn’t eavesdropping. way too much effort. there’s no need for him to do so.

you nod. not that nagi’s watching you from the corner of his eye or anything. “yeah, thanks for filling out the paperwork. the prez was all over the place worrying about the football team’s budget ‘til you stepped in.”

reo rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “it would’ve helped if the captain had been thoughtful enough to fill it in himself, but i’m cutting the senpai some slack, since i’m sure they’re all preoccupied with placement exams.”

at a fancy prep school like theirs, sports were often second-rate, and none of the school teams were particularly strong, and even the popular clubs definitely weren’t taken seriously as a prospective career paths. that’s why the student council often had a lot of problems sorting out budgets, since many of the teams left filling their sheets in until last minute, and very few even competed in tournaments.

last year, he’d listen to you complain about it to your best friend as you begrudgingly help out anyway. nagi thought it was because your brother was the school council president at the time, but your continued involvement shows you do it out of the good of your heart.

as class rep last year, and with your brother’s position, you had often been in contact with the student council, helping around when you could. nagi supposes you were voted in again this year. it wouldn’t come as a surprise to him. you have a lot of friends, after all.

reo turns to him, and nagi feels the back of his neck grow warm when your eyes make contact for the first time since that fateful but unfortunate first meeting of yours. your eyes on him are electric, and they send static through his body like a signal, and nagi blinks and thinks, the world is brighter than it was yesterday.

he knows he’s being ridiculous, but the speed of his heartbeat pulsing in his ears is enough though show he couldn’t care less.

“(y/n), have you met nagi?” reo says, slinging an arm around nagi’s shoulder. “you know, my treasure.” he looks to reo and he grins, beaming, and nagi’s mixed emotions are going haywire alongside the millions of thoughts in his head.

you couldn’t be any worse at hiding your scepticism, your brow cocking up before you school your features into something less patronisingly bemused. “we were in the same class last year,” you say, turning to him. “nagi seishiro-san.”

nagi’s about to get heatstroke.

you just said his name.

his heart skips a beat once more and he’s overwhelmed by the wave of relief and pride he feels hearing your name off his lips. in the whole year you spent as classmates, you had somehow never said his name, at least not where nagi could hear it. if the complete lack of interaction was one thing to keep nagi yearning, the utter disregard for his existence by your refusal to say his name had been another. alright, maybe he was being dramatic. maybe you’d brought him up somewhere or sometime when he couldn’t hear you. regardless of your intentions for doing so, only now does he recognise the utter rejection he felt, the ostracism and loneliness he felt.

he wonders is if that was how you had felt when you had mistaken his curiosity for judgement. nagi had never felt something like guilt or regret in his life until he had realised he’d set himself up for a struggle to form a relationship with when he’d given you the worst possible first impression.

if nagi were reo, he would be able to talk to you so naturally, to call your name without care. he’d laugh alongside you, be able to capture your smiles in millions of photographs, win as many colorful keychains and accessories at the arcade and give them to you without you being sceptical or wary.

if nagi had been reo, you wouldn’t look so glum whenever you see him, reminded of the rejection you felt on your first day. the feeling of not belonging, the feeling that no one would accept you as you are—although luckily that had been quickly disproved in your first semester. while the tables had turned and nagi was okay with that, he wanted to be able to stand by your side proudly, to be able to turn to you and say, “you’re fine as you are, so don’t worry about what anyone else thinks,” because that’s the truth.

but perhaps it’s because reo is there that nagi is able to say what he wants to say. perhaps it’s because where your absence has left a void, reo introduced him to football, and he had something else to do to pass the time instead of pine after you hopelessly. maybe it’s because somewhere between reo’s declaration and now, reo has become a true friend, and nagi’s only friend, and he gives him the courage to want and to do.

so nagi stands there, opens his mouth, and says, “yeah, we were.” three words. not necessarily the ones he wanted, but he doesn’t think those would go down very well with you as of now, so he keeps them buried until the day he can dig them up and tell you the truth.

you look vaguely surprised to even hear him speak, but reo brushes past that and says, “oh, really?” and you nod, attempting to not purse your lips.

you shuffle in your place awkwardly. “anyway, can you remind your senpai that all the club captains have a budget meeting tomorrow? i don’t know him very well, and i have to go now anyway, so it’d be a big help.”

“sure, no problem,” reo shrugs, “see you tomorrow.”

“yeah, see ya,” you say, and briefly, your eyes flicker to nagi. “you too, nagi-san,” you say, turning to leave, and all nagi has to say is ‘see you,’ but—

“(y/n),” nagi calls, immortalising the moment your name leaves his lips in his head, and you stop in your tracks. you don’t turn around completely, but you do a half-spin and your head sort of cranes over your shoulder, as if to obscure how wide your eyes have grown.

“yes?” you ask, and it’s clear you’re uncomfortable and more than ready to leave. it’s not like he’s ever said your name before, never spoken to you, never given you the time of day.

“your hair,” nagi says, searching for words, “it suits you.”

that last sentence was three words, but still not the three words nagi actually wants to say. but at least now he’s worked out what those words are, and that he’s probably been lovesick since the moment he laid eyes on you and lovelorn after falling in love with the you who doesn’t want anything to do with him.

but you don’t know what goes on in nagi’s head when he says it, and even reo’s taken aback as you gawk, unsure of how to react—because you’d spent a year completely positive that nagi seishiro found you gaudy, garish and gross.

apparently not, is what you realise.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #bluelock #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #♬~*.°₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ vivi #໒꒱ oneshot

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rizzkisworld · 9 months

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A new chapter of rizz diaries will be up hopefully later today (it's 1am here) I'm starting to feel motivated again and I'm working on a new fic btw 🫢

#❥maya: random #im lowkey hyped for it tehe :)#trying to figure out if I want it to be a full series or just a oneshot tbh

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battydora · 2 years

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A hidden passion in the swordsmith village (part I)

¡ (+18) nsfw • minors dni !

content: mild nsfw, fem!reader x haganezuka hotaru, femdom!reader, sub/virgin!haganezuka, experienced reader, inexperienced haganezuka, a lot of touching, you don't f♡ck, you spend a hot time touching eachother ♡

inspiration song: ❝harleys in hawaii❞ by katy perry ♡

i had this idea out of the blue, don't ask just enjoy.

The demon slayer job was something very important to you, you were born into a demon slayer' family that fulfilled the duty since your great great grandparents decided to join the corps. You took your job seriously, maybe a little bit too much, but that didn't stop you from being cheerful, playful and even naughty anytime you could; let's say you were an extroverted type of woman when relating to people.

Accordingly to the previous information, you were most likely to visit The Swordsmith Village quite often to get your nichirin sword polished at its 100% to exercise your job in the best conditions you could. The village was such a peaceful place and full of nice people, you never failed on making any new friends with swordsmiths and even other slayers that passed by aswell. you were likely to go there to upgrade your sword and for that you visited your swordsmith: Hotaru Haganezuka. You were the one who decided that Haganezuka would be the one to have the honor to forge your sword because when your family talked to you about forging your sword, you knew you had to choose one swordsmith that had a burning passion in their heart while forging and hammering metals to have the perfect one. Hotaru filled all those characteristics, you decided to hire him even when your family questioned your decision saying the man was usually disliked by slayers for his hot-blooded and asocial attitude.

You two really didn't talk much when you met, but it was a fact that you enjoyed staring at him while working, you liked serious and focused guys and haganezuka didn't seem to be bothered about your stare. But there was this curiosity you felt about him, he was so mysterious in a way... the only thing he had on his mind was swordsmithing, he put his whole heart into every creations and you didn't seem capable of deduce why was he so fervid about it, which made you even more curious and intrigued by him. And not to mention the sense of mystery and suspense the mask he wore gave you. What could his face look like? Does he have small eyes? A big mouth? A delicate looking chin or a defined jaw? Everything about him was so intriguing that only made you want to bring to light every day more all of his secrets, even knowing swordsmiths couldn't reveal their identities for their safety.

It was a common scenario where Haganezuka would throw a tantrum over the smallest mistake he made while upgrading your sword and then leave the forgue for a few minutes. In those cases you would decide it was time for a break and always went to a food shop and buy a box full of mitarashi dangos to share with your swordsmith, after all, you were as perfectionist as he were to understand the stress he felt, and besides, been working long enough with him gave you time to deduce this specific dessert would cheer him up. You would smile anytime he ran to you like a child and take the food out of the box to stare it with affection. Only a few months ago he would've taken the box and run away to eat all the dangos selfishly by himself but now he would sit in front of you, only turning his back to take off the mask to eat, which made you feel really happy because that meant you were progressing as... friends?

When you arrived this specific week, it was only a few days later you arrived when Haganezuka's behaviour felt a little bit off, as if he was bothered by something and you noticed it that day when you were looking at him as usual and then he stopped hammering to look at the ground.

—Huh? What's the matter, 'Taru?— you asked, puzzled.

—There has not been a day were you stopped staring at me while i work, every single time you come over— he did not speak until a few seconds passed, turning his head to you —Why the hell is that? If you don't like my job, get lost somewhere else— he added rudely.

You were surprised, you weren't able to see if he was truly angry or not, because his tone of voice sounded slightly pissed yet calm.

—Oh, not at all— you assured, calmly —I just like to stare at you, the focus and determination you show while working is so catching, besides, you look cute, even if i can't see your face— you confessed, caughting Hotaru out of guard.

—Oh— he sounded shocked —Is that so...— silence took over the room, he did not expect that.

—And not just that... since I met you there are a lot of things that made me feel so curious for you— your voice sounded more flirtatious this time.

—Wh-... like what?— he asked, slightly nervous.

—Well, things like the passion you put into your creations, it's fascinating, I've never seen someone so passionate and commited to their job, I love those type of people—

You got closer to him, looking forward to sit in front of him craving for some closeness or even physical touch. You could see the man leaning back a little out of nerves, you could bet he has never been this near to a woman in his life.

You were now very close, almost as if you were trying to surpass with your own gaze Hotaru's mask to reveal that face that has been exploiting your curiosity since you met him. He did not say anything, his body language showed slight nervousness hidden by a tough attitude, shrugged shoulders, averted head and torso slightly shaking.

—You seem troubled, dear. Can I help you?— said you in a seductive tone.

Your hand managed to very slowly reach Haganezuka's chin, to make him stare at you. a giggle left your throat as you looked at him and stayed in silence. But in that short moment, you turned thoughtful, you slightly moved your hand to the edge of his mask, taking it in between your fingers to start pulling it up in hope to finally see that face of his.

Your movements were easy and smooth, you didn't want to freak the swordsmith out either but what made you kept going on was the fact that Hotaru did not object about your actions, even if it was not safe for him to reveal his identity to anyone.

But surprisingly, he trusted you in a way.

When the wait was finally over, under the mask you found yourself staring at the most attractive male factions you've ever seen in a long time. Big, wide and bright eyes; thick black eyebrows that matched his hair perfectly, an adorable kitty-sized nose and a small pair of lips twisted in a grimace. Was this handsome face hiding all this time under that clown mask? For the demon lord... this seemed unreal but what was more important now, is that that same face was flushed in a dark red, your comments were enough to have him blushing like that.

Your hand left the mask on the floor and took the nervous man's jaw, analyzing him with a sweet grin and loving eyes, you still couldn't believe the sweetie pie you had in front of you.

—T-Too close— he muttered almost to himself, thing that made you widen your smile.

—Am I?— you answered, leaning even closer.

His lips barely open, his heartbeat felt like a drum inside his chest even when you thought you were going easy on him but you weren't, the man had no experience in physical touch at all and having you this close made Haganezuka loose his breath.

His world fell apart when he found your lips meeting up with his in a sympathetic, yet hungry, kiss. Have you ever seen a thirty seven year old this nervous before?

He closed his eyes after a little while trying to follow the rythim of your kiss, he seemed fascinated and didn't really want to pull apart. You accommodated yourself in front of him without breaking the kiss, making it deeper and passionate every second that passed by. Hotaru could keep up your rythim and could coordinate better his movements after a few minutes, the room started to heat up when the kiss became very passionate, you lead the timid guy's arms around your shoulders before pulling apart.

Your hands patted your thighs, staring deeply into the black haired man's eyes with shining lust.

—Sit on my lap, honey— you ordered.

He stared at you in awe, his face tinted in bright red and, wanting to deny it, feeling fascinated for how experienced you were, you knew what you were doing and that gave the man security but at the same time, a necessity to follow your commands. He quietly sat in your lap and you wrapped his waist with your arms, hands on the edge of his clothes, pulling him closer to continue kissing him. Hotaru started feeling needy and trapped by the feeling of your touch, making him wrap his arms around your shoulders tigher than before; lack of physical touch for years made the situation even more filling for him, more than he thought it would.

You pressed his body against yours, kissing his lips better and straining your hands under his clothing, caresing his skin almost sinfully. The friction of your bodies felt like a sweet paradise.

—You can touch too, 'Taru— you suggested in between the kiss, encouraging him to shyly slide his hands through your arms after a few seconds.

His inexpert and dirty swordsmith hands ended up in your breasts, feeling curious for their texture, squizzing above your clothes carelessly due to his inexperience. His touch made you groan in pleasure and pain, he was being kinda mean to your tits so you grabbed his ass very tightly as a warning, making Haganezuka jump in his place.

—Easy there, female breasts are sensitive, Haganezuka— you told him with a grin, staring at his tomato face.

He did not answer, he looked at you kinda puzzled, not sure of how his next move should be but you sure did. You directed your gaze towards his crotch, noticing an erection popping through his pants thanks to the hot kissing session you just had. Your hand laid on that hard zone playfully and pressed it gently over the clothing, stealing a moan from Hotaru. You stared at that face and it pretty much turned you on, that was incredibly hot. You squizzed and caressed a little more, willing to get more expressions of his, which you had, but it didn't last long.

—S-Stop— he requested once he could recover his breath.

—Sorry— you stopped and took your hand off there —Are you alright?— you asked, maybe you were going a little too fast.

—I don't want that— he averted his gaze —... yet—

You giggled and nodded with a cute and understanding smile, you wouldn't force him into anything he didn't want.

—That's okay, 'Taru, thanks for telling me— you leaned over again and gave him a kiss on the cheek, now that you revealed his face, it'll be very hard for you to not kiss it everytime you could.

—Mhm.—

The man stayed quiet for a moment, his face still as red as the beggining and his eyebrows frowning with embarassment.

—Can we still... kiss...?— he muttered embarassed, still wanting to taste your mouth and explore these feelings he was experiencing at the moment, for the first time he felt curiosity about something that wasn't related to swords.

Your gaze landed on him with surprise and enthusiasm, you thought he wouldn't want to keep going but you would accept his request happily receptive. It was cute of him to ask so who were you to deny him?

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edit: part two is out here!

thanks for reading!

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goobiegoobert · 1 year

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I love your theme sm!!

thanks! that's super sweet of you :)

#❥ . tom talks #i really need to update my tags before i drop all of my oneshots

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juhaknyeonies · 10 months

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incarnation | lee jeno (ft na jaemin)

summary: its always been him, always him for you. you’re entire life was based on him. the carnations were your guide. the petals followed behind. one day it wasn’t about him. you have never felt such relief in your life.

genre: angst - unrequited love, romance

warning: toxic relationship

wc: 4k (3,916)

a/n: there is another ending for jaemin linked

white carnation

That day in school when I met you, you greeted me in the playground. We played around for hours. We play every single game you could imagine. Hide and Seek was definitely my favourite game to play with you because you were so bad at it that you begged me not to play it and we would play your favourite game instead, tag. It was only fun for you because you were a fast runner, I was not. But I kept running so you would be happy playing this game until our parents came to pick us up. You were also the kindest person I’ve ever met, the day I scraped my knee on the playground and you were there with a spiderman band-aid and you put it on me, you cared for me so much and told me clean it properly when I got home even if it did sting a lot. It was a lot better than an infection that would be 10x worse than it was now, I went home and did exactly what you said. I still remember those moments. I remember them because we sat by those white flowers. They were the prettiest flowers you have ever seen. I think that day I saw something prettier than those flowers and I still think that way. Ever since that day carnations have been your favourite flower. I begged my parents to let me grow some carnations, the white one specifically. I grew them to give to you. You loved them so much I was so proud of myself. I loved this feeling. Maybe this was the day that started it all.

“Jeno!!” I ran towards you. The park we played in when we were 9 is a nostalgic thing to think about. “Look! Do you like my flowers!” I held out a bouquet of white carnations. “Oh I love these flowers!” You took them from my hands and stared at them. I admired your face while you looked at them. You loved my flowers so much I couldn’t disturb you. “How did you learn to grow them? That’s so cool,” He took one of the flowers out of the bouquet and gave it to me. “I had my mum help me,” You should come back my house and grow flowers with me,” I suggested. You were about to answer but your bestfriend came running over to you. “Jenooooo!” A boy with brown fluffy hair hugged him from behind. “Is this your girlfriend?” He asked. “No, we’re just friends.” You flashed him your cute eye smile. “Well if she’s not your girlfriend I can have these flowers.” He took it off of Jeno but he grabbed it back. “Why don’t you get your own flowers instead.” Jeno checked the flowers to see if they were okay from Jaemin’s rough hands. “Can you grow me some flowers too?” He asked. “Of course,” I answered smiling. “How about you two come over to my house and we can grow flowers together.” I invited them over. “We should go!” Jaemin convinced Jeno to come over and grow some flowers with me. Sometimes I’m glad Jaemin was there and I’m grateful that he was your bestfriend. But in all honesty, I didn’t want him here.

When you and Jaemin came over to my house we headed straight to my backyard. Jaemin kept complimenting the flowers grown in my garden. My mum was there supervising us. You looked at it quietly admiring its beauty. I did the same but at you. While we were staring Jaemin and my mum had gotten seeds out from my shed and we planted them together. You planted more white carnations while I planted heliotropes. You were planting them with Jaemin and I was planting them with my mum. You planted them so gently I thought you were an angel, you do look like one. When I was done planting I got up and you know what happened next. I tripped over the wooden fencing and fell straight into the bag of soil and my leg landed on the metal rake. Jaemin came straight to my side and cleaned me up while you helped my mum clean up the mess I made when I tripped. Jaemin cleaned my face trying his best to get rid of all the soil on my face. There was a lot and we ended up making a mess getting rid of it. I had a massive bruise and scratch on my legs and Jaemin had grabbed a paper towel and cleaned it up while you were just happily chatting to my mum not even seeming the littlest bit concerned. Jaemin was always there though. Why did he notice me and not you. “I managed to get some flowers and make a bouquet.” He grabbed flowers from his pocket. God knows how he did that. He gave them to me I took them but it didn’t feel right. “Thank you Jaemin,” I replied smiling at him. You came back in and you’re parents had come to pick you up. We had a quick good bye before my mum forced me to take a shower. I had fun that day.

red carnation

When we got into middle school me, you, Jaemin and my bestfriend, Sihyun were all super close. I know people envied our friendship because it was so strong. I heard everything people said about us. During this time I had grasped an understanding of love. A feeling I only linked to you. Despite what people said I loved you, not him. In class when we had a seating plan I wouldn’t stare at the board but at the back of your head. The person next to me, Jaemin would keep trying to distract me from “learning”. “Jaemin, I’m learning I need to pass this test. I’m trying to get into the same high school you’re going too on a scholarship because it’s so expensive.” I explained to him. “You know if you don’t get in, I can always pay for you.” Jaemin suggested. “No, do you know how expensive that school is?” I shut his idea down. “Yea, but I’m super rich so it’s okay. I can pay for anything.” He proudly boasted his money. “Well Mr Rich keep it down, you’re gonna get in trouble with the teacher.” I warned him.

As soon as class ended I had gone straight to you, “Jeno let’s go study in the library,” I grabbed your hand and led him to our school’s library. You didn’t mind since you liked the library and I knew that. Jaemin had finally left us alone as he was hanging out with Sihyun. I liked being alone with you. These moments were rare. Of course we talked to each other alone afterschool online but rarely in person since your schedule was so busy with your dancing and all the other activities you did. That made me admire you so much even when I thought I couldn’t admire you more than I already did. We studied and I taught you everything you didn’t understand. You were stuck on a certain question that even I couldn’t figure out. It took us a long time until I had finally come up with an answer. We finished the rest of the questions easily but when we looked at the answer sheet the question we were stuck on was correct while some of the easy questions were wrong. We laughed it off and started discussing how we might have gotten it wrong. “I didn’t know we had to simplify it.” I commented. “Exactly they should have made it clear we had to do that.” You complained about it. We started a new sheet of question but I chose the harder one. I wasn’t struggling with my questions but I saw you were so I started helping you and explained everything in detail. “You’re so smart!” You told me. “You’re definitely getting the scholarship.” I was flustered at the compliment. “You’re catching up to me I think you could get the scholarship too,” I reassured him. “I really hope I get it. Otherwise I won’t be able to go to the same school as Sihyun.” You said. “Jaemin wants me to go to the school so badly he offered to pay for me.” Our combined dream of getting into that highschool made us study harder until the extrance exam day.

Sihyun had came into the library looking for us. I know she was looking for you though. She liked you, and everyone knew it. Everyone around us always thought you had a thing for her which made me sad. We walked past some red carnations. You stared at them and commented on how I have these flowers in my garden. I did, they were newly grown I had just grown them this year. Sihyun pick up one of the flowers and handed them to you. She grabbed another one and put it in your hair. “Jeno, the flower in your hair looks so adorable!” She gushed over you. I felt like I was third-wheeling. “Yea, I think you really suit flowers.” I had awkwardly complimented you. Both of you didn’t pick up on how awkward I felt so thank god for that. You and Sihyun were both laughing and talking about flowers and occasionally asking me for all the flower facts while I had just admired the flowers and especially the flower in your hair. It was extremely awkward for me here but I acted like I wasn’t phased. I always acted like this anyways so you guys didn’t notice. You both never noticed. You were so comfortable talking to her I actually felt like I wasn’t there and I was just walking by myself. Jaemin had caught up to us and saved me from feeling more awkward than I possibly could. “You seem awkward,” He whispered into my ear. “I am but I don’t wanna disturb them.” I whispered back. I don’t get how he always knew how I was feeling. I ended up just talking to Jaemin the entire time. Actually we ended up splitting off going in different directions but you didn’t realise since you were busy talking to Sihyun. Before we split off I gave Sihyun a wink and she understood it instantly. I do love you but Sihyun is a precious friend and I’d do anything to keep her happy for my happiness. You were also really happy with her too so even though I had really strong feelings for you I let you go with Sihyun. Sometimes I wish I did something. Jaemin was there to cheer me up though. He was always there.

When it was the day of the extrance exam we both went together and sat down next to each other. The exam went on for 2 hours. Of course I had high hopes for myself knowing I’d most likely get in but I worried for you. I noticed how much you were struggling during the exam. I patted you on the back and said you did well. I know you did well, you always try your best. I admire that about you. When the results came in you didn’t get in. I did though. I had gotten the top mark for the entrance exam. It was an amazing feeling but my heart couldn’t help but feel bad for you. All our friends went to you cheering you up instead of congratulating me. Jaemin did though. I guess you were pretty popular in class and everyone just saw me as the girl you hung out with. “Your so smart you got in!” Jaemin celebrated with me. “Yea, but Jeno didn’t get in,” I said. “Now he can’t go to the same school as us.” I told him my worries. “Don’t worry maybe I can think of something.” Jaemin reassured me. “Actually I have an idea.” I told him. “You pay for my tutition and I gave out my scholarship.” I explained to him. “Are you sure? You get special perks with the scholarship?” He asked. “Yeah, plus you offered to pay for me anyways it’s not that bad.” 2 days later you were accepted into the school. You were so happy you celebrated in class and we were all happy for you. That night I received a thank you text from you and a fully paid tutition by the Na family.

yellow carnation

In highschool you had finally gotten into your first relationship with Sihyun. Everyone had been rooting for you. It was destined to happened. Of course I was sad. I actually cried about it the moment I got home. I wasn’t rejected in person but I knew I definitely missed my chance with you. Not like I ever had the chance anyways. Jaemin noticed how said I was. He did everything to cheer me up. I told him I was sad because you both stopping hanging out with us as often as we use to. Always on dates. Always told us you were busy. Always kept to yourself. I was tired of it and missed my bestfriends. It took a toll on me knowing I wouldn’t see you as often as I wanted too. Jaemin was also quite sad about it. Seeing me sad and having you cancel plans with him. Eventually me and you stopped being so close. I was still close with Sihyun but I noticed her putting some distance between us. I understood immediately and kept my distance from you. I never once told Sihyun how I was feeling about the both you feeling so distance from me. Jaemin spoke up though. I remember the fallout so vividly. Jaemin and Sihyun never spoke to eachother again after that. Me and you had to split them apart. Both Jaemin and Sihyun kept pulling me to your side telling me to leave the other. For some reason they both never did this to you. It was so stressful I had nightmares about it. “You always keep Jeno to you and its always you! What do you own him?” Jaemin yelled at Sihyun. “He’s my boyfriend and I wanna spend time with him!” Sihyun yelled back. “It’s not my fault he doesn’t wanna hang out with you!” Jaemin was livid. “Yea but that doesn’t mean you have to ignore me and your bestfriend who has been on your side for years now!” He went off. “Your a selfish bitch who doesn’t even let her boyfriend hang out with their closest friends.” Sihyun was so taken aback. “You fucking slut maybe you aren’t just as close anymore and you can’t handle it! Maybe if you weren’t so annoyingly clingly Jeno would wanna hang with you!” Sihyun was about to hit Jaemin but I stepped in and took the hit. “That’s enough both of you,” I split them up. I took Jaemin’s hand and led him away. I had a bruise on me from the hit. “You didn’t have to do that,” I told him. “No, you didn’t have to do that, you got hurt.” He worried for me. “Yea but you would’ve gotten hurt though.” I sat down near the yellow carnations. “These flowers are pretty.” I commented. “Don’t change the subject she deserved to be yelled at, I never liked her anyways.” Jaemin confessed. “Jaemin, it’s not worth yelling at her.” Jeno had called me in that moment and I picked up. “Hello?” I said, “I’m really sorry for that but we can hang out next week…” He offered. “No, Jeno that’s not gonna make things better I think we might need 2 weeks before you try to hang out with Jaemin again. Also I don’t think Sihyun would be very happy if we hung out alone.” I told him with regret in my heart. “It’s okay I understand. We can still hang out in class right?” He asked. “Of course, you’re still my bestfriend.” And I ended the call there. “What did he say?” Jaemin asked. “He wanted to know if we wanted to hang out next week.” I told him. “No, I’m not hanging out with him next week or else Sihyun is gonna claw me alive.” He rejected the offer too. “I already said no,” I said. “Awww you know me so well.” He commented.

Ever since that day Jaemin hung out with a different group of friends. His friends were Jisung, Chenle, Renjun, Haechan and Mark. When Sihyun was busy hanging out with Jeno by herself, Jaemin would come find me and convince me to sit with his friends since he didn’t want me to be lonely. I’m pretty sure everyone knew about the fallout and was convinced me and Jaemin were dating. I think you would be very good friends with Jaemin’s new group. Sadly you never got the chance to meet them since Sihyun had roped into her new group which she never bothered to introduce me to. I don’t think they liked me very much honestly. One day we had the chance to talk in class. It was great because none of Sihyun’s friends were there and we got to talk about how things were. I’m sad our friendship could never be how it was before. We spent our time talking about the past. Like the time we both went to the amusement park together and I spilled my icecream on the ferris wheel and it landed on someone but we finished our icecream before we came down so they wouldn’t suspect it was us and the time we went shopping and you had accidentally shoplifted a bunch of clothes because you didn’t scan them properly and you somehow didn’t get caught. You were always really lucky with these things. It was nice talking to you and I wished it lasted forever but all good things eventually end and it took forever until we got the chance to talk again.

The time waiting was eating me up inside and I so desperately wanted to talk you again but I couldn’t because you were hanging out with Sihyun. Jaemin was at my house at the time so we ended up walking to the warehouse. He dragged me around the place looking for soil but I explained to him I didn’t need any so we ended up looking at seeds. He kept grabbing seeds that couldn’t be grown in the season we were currently in. It’s the thought that counts though. Eventually I grabbed the yellow carnations. Jaemin then dragged me over look at more flowers. “There’s some more yellow carnations” I picked it up. “We should plant these in your garden” He suggested. We walked over to the checkout and bought both the seeds and the flowers. When we got home we headed straight to my backyard “You really like carnations,” He said as he looked around. “Yea, they’re my favourite flowers.” They were ever since the moment I saw you with them thats why. “You only have red and white carnations.” Jaemin looked around my garden. “That’s why I grabbed out the yellow ones.” I put the seeds into the soil. “They also remind me of something.” I muttered. “Remind you of what?” He asked. “You heard me?” He nodded. “Well it reminds me of the day we met and I had carnations that I grew. You were bright like the sun,” I explained. “You remind me of red carnations.” He said and I smiled at him. Red carnations are your favourite. My memory is really good so of course I knew. Red carnations also remind me of you. I happily planted my yellow carnations with a dumb smile. I seriously need to lose this crush.

purple carnation - new beginning

You’re relationship with Sihyun didn’t last after graduation. When we graduated we went to different school. You went to a dance academy to chase your dream of being a dancer and I went to a university that specialised in everything in the medical field with Jaemin. We never saw each other much. I missed you a lot. I’m not sure if Jaemin could tell but it was nice having him around. I did see you that day you were having the dance tournament that really started your career. I was working at the cafe and you were stressed out and I had served you coffee that you ordered. “Hi, Jeno.” I greeted you. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” You said. “How are you?” You asked. “I’m good,” I gave you your coffee. “Are you free to talk?” You asked. “Well, I get off my shift in 10mins, if you can wait then yea.” I had left to go into the back and serve more people while you waited there for me. When I got out you were there waiting for me outside the cafe next to purple carnations. I guess they just followed you everywhere. “How’s Jaemin?” You asked. “He’s well, do you not talk anymore?” I asked. “I guess not, Sihyun really changed my life. I’m gathering it back together now though.” You explained. “I’ve got a dance tournament soon and I’m really nervous since this tournament could make my career.” You held your bag with all your dance gear. “Well I hope you do well,” I said sincerely. It had been so long I forgot how to talk to you. “You wouldn’t mind coming to the tournament to watch with Jaemin, right?” You asked. “Maybe, he might be busy but I can come.” I thought about it. “Yeah, i’ll come tonight.” I went home while you went to your dance studio. I messaged Jaemin about it and he said he couldn’t make it. I’m not sure what happened about between the 2 of you but you should’ve made up by now. I got ready for the dance tournament but I didn’t realise I had to pay for entry. You ended up noticing I didn’t have enough money so you snuck me in as one of your staff. I still think you were smart for that. “Goodluck Jeno,” I cheered you on before you were due on stage. I really wish the best for you.

When you started dancing I felt a wave of emotions. You were beautiful on stage. The admiration I had for you years ago came back seeing you so passionate. I was happy you were on stage doing what you loved most. You were so carefree on the stage it was like a breath of fresh air. The stage was very purple, you were dressed in white with purple carnations all over. They suit you, after that show we ended up talking and walking around all night. We talked about how we use to sneak in conversations while Sihyun’s friends weren’t around it was exhilarating for you. Also those times we would bump into each other at the shops and hang out because we couldn’t in school. It made you realise how toxic your relationship was. Jaemin was in the right to yell at her. After we were done walking around you offered to take me home. I said no, but before you left I told you something. I love you. Before I walked away you kissed me. That’s something I will never forget.

pink carnation

Today we’re getting married. It took so many years but now I’m finally with you. The flowers next to me wrapped up beautifully are pink carnations. The ones you grew with me. I love you so much.

- your wife

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Hiii!! You’re my favorite ikeshot person! You write their personalities and dynamic so well!!

could you write something based on the song the 30th by Billie Eilish? the story behind the song is someone gets into a really bad car wreck(or accident of some sort) and the aftermath of it

hii!! i meant to answer this sooo long ago but i got caught up w/ school & have also been in a sims 4 grind LMFAO. thank you so much for this request!! i apologize if this is a little off from what you may have expected or what i have written in the past. it's been a hot minute since i've written this dynamic so pls bare w/ me :'). again, thank you so much for this request! i appreciate you & your support <33333

i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be modern!au or in the canon au, but i made it canon. so it doesnt EXACTLY follow the lyrics. but essentially follows the point of the song!! ALSO!! @sparkedblaze this is also for you because you are the reason i write for ikeshot <3

CW: blood mentioned, car accident mentioned, uhhh probably cussing i lowkey don't remember tbh, UHH sad gays idk i forgot how to do this

Hotshot couldn't help but stare. It made him sick to do so, but he couldn't stop. It was like watching a gruesome fight that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. Except it was Ike. His Ike. All bruised, cut, and bloodied; scrawled out pathetically on a hospital bed. He was all but disfigured. All but unrecognizable.

But often times he had this look about him, and Hotshot couldn't help but think he looked the exact same as he did before the accident. He would just look off into the distance, similar to how he used to look at the stars before everything. Occasionally he would squirm under his boyfriend's intense stare. But outside of that, he said and did nothing. He wouldn't move an inch until a nurse came to make him eat, or until Hotshot would force him to use the bathroom.

"We don't need ya kidneys to fail, now. You'se already been through enough."

It made Hotshot nauseous to take care of the boy. They had never been in this position before. Usually, it was Hotshot laid up with a broken bone or some odd illness nobody else got. And Ike was always right at his side. It didn't feel right when the roles were reversed. Not to either of them.

Ike was knocked out for a long time. The doctors and nurses started to doubt he would ever wake up. They had begun to prep Hotshot for the worst, not that he ever listened to them. All he did was sit, stare, and pray to whatever god was listening that his boy would wake up.

When he did finally wake up, the hospital was in a frenzy. There was a hushed, excited buzz about the air. All the nurses would linger by the doorway of his room and gossip about his 'miraculous awakening.'

The second his eyes opened, he was bombarded with numerous questions from the doctors. They were long, confusing questions that contained words that Hotshot could hardly believe were real. Ike was quickly overwhelmed. Tears teetered on the brink of his eyes and his breathing became rapid.

"Would ya stop pesterin' him for a second? He just woke up! What's wrong with the lotta ya? Huh? Ain't you supposed to be professionals? Let the boy breathe!" Hotshot yelled as he jumped to his feet. "He ain't just some medical miracle, alright? He's a person just like you 'n me. Give 'im a second."

One by one, the doctors and nurses began to shuffle out of the room. Each one glancing over their shoulders as they left. Hotshot could hear their gossiping whispers outside the door as he sat down closer to Ike.

"What's happenin'?" Ike asked. His voice was small, hoarse, and confused.

Hotshot furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed his lover's hand. "What'dya mean? Dont'cha remember? You was hit by one of them fancy new electric carriages."

Ike's initial confusion turned into a quick look of horror as he caught a glimpse of his bruised arms. "But... I'm alive right? I'm here? This is real?" The boy had started to freak out. He analyzed his arms, turning them every which way. He leaned forward, wincing as he did, and yanked the cover off his legs. It wasn't a pretty sight, and Hotshot had to stop himself from dry heaving just from seeing his boyfriend in such a state.

Gently, Hotshot pulled the blankets back over the boys legs. "You'se alright, Ike. For a couple of days there, I was worried. You'se was knocked out cold. But ya alive now. That's all that matters. You're alive." He wanted to do something. Squeez the boys hand, give him a pat on the leg... something. But he couldn't in fear of hurting the boy further. So, he just nodded and flashed him a forced, tight smile. "I think ya oughta lay down. You get yourself too worked up sometimes. It'll get worse if ya don't relax a little."

The other boy couldn't help but let out a laugh. He grabbed his chest in pain after he did. "Sounds like somethin' I'd usually tell you."

"Right." Hotshot rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, I reckon them so-called professionals out there are gonna wanna ask ya some questions. I'll make sure they go easy on ya, yeah?"

Ike nodded and closed his eyes as the other boy got up to let the doctors back in. He took a deep breath, once again wincing in pain, and prepared himself for the horror that would be the next few minutes.

Hotshot often felt ashamed when looking back on the day of the accident. None of it was his fault. He was often reminded by the Brooklyn boys that there was no way he could've known. But he felt as though he should've. That he should have seen the conjugation of people and he should've known. He should've listened to his gut telling him it was someone he knew. Someone important. Should've ran up and helped. But he didn't.

"It was a Tuesday, Hotshot." Spot had told him in the hospital. "Ya never could'a known. He ain't never come over to visit on a Tuesday. 'Specially not so early. Quit beatin' yerself up about it."

Even Mike had come and talked to him. Usually, they just sat there together in complete silence. But even Mike knew it wasn't his fault. "Listen, I know we ain't close but I gotta talk to ya about this. Spot told me what happened. That you'd seen the accident but didn't think nothing of it and..." He paused. Hotshot prepared himself to get screamed at. Berated for being an absolute idiot and not helping the others brother. But the ambush never came.

"It ain't ya fault," Hotshot continued. "Honest. Ya know I'd scream and kill ya if it was. Ain't no way you coulda took one look at the scene and knew it was him. Hell, I'm his twin brother and I didn't even get the sense that something was wrong 'till Scram came runnin' to tell the news." He sighed again and took another pause. "Even if ya had known. Even if ya had gone and tried to help, what could you have done? Huh? Ya ain't a professional. Situation woulda been the same any way about it."

Hotshot nodded. He understood them. He understood everyone who had come to talk to him. Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault. But he couldn't stop beating himself up about it.

He relived the day in his head almost every single night. It was a normal Tuesday. Up as early as the birds, carrying the banner and collecting pity from people wandering the streets. He had seen the commotion early in the day. In fact, it had been right after he had bought his papers for the day.

It's far too early for this, he recalled thinking. There was always something going on in New York. Especially in Brooklyn and especially around the circulation buildings. Typically, it was a rough fist fight between two newsies, and at its worst it was a robbery of some sort. But neither of which would cause such a big commotion nor gathering of police and medical personnel.

Hotshot knew deep down something was wrong. He felt drawn to the accident, but he put it aside as his love for fights. Which is what he assumed it was. A big fight that got out of hand. Maybe one that had contanied multiple newsies instead of just two, or that had somehow gotten an adult of importance involved.

But he ignored the calling to the scene. He had a stack of papers on his bicep and they weren't going to sell themselves. Besides, the quicker he was done with work the quicker he could join Ike at Jacobi's. He hadn't even really thought of stopping to see what had happened. Just that it might be something interest, but not something he could be bothered to stop for.

Just thirty minute later, he heard Scram's pattering feet behind him. He turned quickly on his heel, looking down at the boy. He had a horrified look on his face and his cheeks were stained with tears. The boy began to speak, sputtering and rambling over himself. "It's- Ike- Well, he- It was a car- And-"

Hotshot's blood ran cold at the mention of Ike's name. The papers on his arm hit the ground with a thump and sent dust flying into the air around them. "Ike? What about Ike?" Scram began to cry again, flailing his arms and pointing behind him. Hotshot's heart sank. "Scram, spit it out! I need to know what happened!"

"There was an- an accident! He got hurt, real bad. Barely looks alive. He keeps askin' for ya! Ya gotta go! Quick! They're loadin' him into the ambulance!"

"Where, Scram? Where?"

Scram's face was red and covered in snot. "Right outside the circulation building!"

Hotshot's heart sank even farther, something he hadn't believed to be possible. "Listen to me, Scram. Listen good. You go run and you don't stop running 'till you find Mike, alright? You tell him everything. You tell Manhattan everything. Okay?" He didn't even wait for the boys response.

He abandoned his dropped papes as he sprinted as fast as he could back to the circulation building. As he arrived at the scene, he couldn't help but be angry. He pushed his way through the crowd, screaming obscenities and demanding they let him into the ambulance. Police tried to hold him back when he finally made it to the front.

"He's been asking for me! They told me he's been asking for me! I'm Hotshot! Ya gotta let me in!" Hotshot screamed. "His family's all the way in 'Hattan! Ya can't let him go alone! He'll be scared!" Before he could stop himself, he screamed: "Ya can't let 'im die alone!"

Upon hearing the last bit—and discussing the boys name, which the injured boy had been groggily repeating over and over again—the officers let the boy through. Hotshot climbed into the back of ambulance and gripped onto the other boys hand.

"Ya think I'm gonna die?" Ike sputtered out, blood covering his mouth. "I- Mike's gonna be so mad. He ain't gonna have no-one."

Hotshot realized what he had yelled previously and began to panic. "Nah, nah. Ya ain't gonna die, Ike. You'se too strong to, okay? I just said that so they'd let me through. That's all. You'se gonna be just fine."

"I'm scared, Hotshot. I'm really scared."

"Hey, don't say that. You'se gonna be alright. Don't be scared. I ain't! I know you'se gonna be just fine. Okay." But the truth was, Hotshot was horrified. He hadn't been so scared in his entire life. He dropped his voice to a whisper as he continued to speak. "Ya still look so pretty, ya know that? Gorgeous, Ike. Ya gorgeous."

After hearing Hotshot's whispers, the boy took a deep, choked breath and closed his eyes.

After Ike finally woke up, he often thought aloud about what would've happened among different circumstance. Hotshot hated hearing it. He hated thinking about how, if the situation had only been slightly different, Ike could've died.

"What if it had been on Thursday? Someone else coulda been drivin' it. Goin' faster, not have slowed down or stopped. Coulda taken me straight into the next life."

"Would ya stop that?" Hotshot muttered. His face was deep in his hands.

Ike paused for a couple of minutes before speaking up once again. "I coulda been on ya bridge. They coulda sent me straight over into the water. I don't even know how to swim now. Imagine it with broken bones..."

"Ike."

"I coulda been in that neighborhood where all them families lived. Some little kid coulda found me and not told anyone cause they'd be scared they'd get in trouble or something."

"Ike."

"If it had been winter and it was snowing or rainin'. And the car had skidded, lost control. Hit me full speed."

Hotshot had started to tear up and his composure was breaking. "Ike, please." He begged in a broken voice.

But Ike couldn't help himself. He was spiraling. "Or if I was on one of them backroad nobody goes on. Nobody woulda even seen it happen. If just a small little thing was different, I'd probably be-"

"Ike!" Hotshot finally yelled. "Stop. You need to stop. I can't keep doin' it. Can't keep listenin' to ya kill yaself in your daydreams. You're alive, okay? You're alive. So just shut up! Because there's no life, no reality where I'm letting ya die. Alright? Especially not at the hands of some rich idiot's fancy car. So just... stop."

Ike nodded, his voice small. "Sorry. I just... I'm just freaking out. I dunno if I'm meant to be alive right now."

Hotshot sighed. "Listen. You'se the great person alive." He sat down and gently took ahold of his boyfriends hand. "If anyone in this world's meant to be alive, it's you. Alright?" He kissed Ike's hand and wiped at his eye with his own hand. "You're alive, Ike. Don't think about anything else. We got a buncha years ahead of us. Don't worry 'bout nothin' else."

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