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seokka0o · 8 months

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Riize as boyfriends (-In bed)

CONTAIN: Smut; High sex; possessiveness; unprotected sex;

Author: ALRIGHT, its finally done. I took a long time on this, but I think it's good.

Please, English it's not my first language so may have be some grammatical error♡ feedbacks always appreciated, hope enjoy.

Song recommendation: Everything by Kehlani

大崎将太郎 - Shotaro

Cute type of boyfriend

most of the time extremely needy, Shotaro provide attention

lots of affection and kisses, lots of kisses

You've known each other since you were kids

childhood best friends, so it's a relationship that grows from a lot of affection

you have secrets, years of friendship which makes the whole relationship very comfortable

even in moments of conflict you end up dealing very well with each other the other

Quiet boyfriend

he likes dates to ride his bike, walk to a park with you for ice cream

shotaro loves cuddles on the couch while you guys watch tv

short dialogues are usually just to make sure you're both still comfortable doing it.

but most of the time you stay there exchanging affection until you fall asleep he's a low maintenance guy so you wouldn't have a lot of issues, just some good quality of time and that's it

a very unique feeling that he conveys is pure summer

shotaro is someone who shines and that you feel, he loves you with all his strength

he likes to show and tell everyone how much he likes you, how ideal you are

"I love you, y/n my baby"

you are soulmates, he knows it, as do you

because you are childhood sweethearts and friends, consequently he was your first in everything,

first kiss, first love

And he was also the one who took your virginity, just like you took his

You're discovering yourselfs together so everything kind of becomes intuitive

the way you touch each other and whether it happens to be good or not.

With time shotaro will become more adept at a more delicate, more romantic type of sex

where you spend hours touching each other kissing, just to enjoy each other

Oral is something he really likes

being between your legs, feeling your heat, chipping you and hearing you make the most beautiful moans so it's definitely his favorite part

Enjoys tasting you

playing with your nipples while he do this, feeling you pulling his hair during intercourse, knowing your desperation for his tongue.

I see a relationship without power play a lot, shotaro doesn't like to exert any dominance on you

which makes him the ultimate vanilla connoisseur,

the kind to whisper sweets and cuddle while slow-fucking you

lazy sex in the morning or late at night because for some reason you woke up needy

he is one of the quietest when it comes to sexual relations in general

Shotaro is homely, not very dynamic, with good stamina, but he rarely puts up with extremely intense relations

everything for him is planned to be as delicate and romantic as possible, this all the time

Because of shotaro spending much more time on foreplay, especially preaching

French kisses, sometimes marking your skin with a few love bites, Shotaro is always sighing between kisses, dictating some sweetness still awkwardly

hands inside your clothes, he just wants to feel your skin while in contact with your mouths, that way he feels more connected to you.

송은석 - Eunseok

Typical protective boyfriend, likes to always be present and helpful

most likely you met him at your place of work or studies, he as someone not very popular but easy to get attention

I'm sure he would be interested first, because whatever Eunseok wants, he makes it his goal in life

meeting in libraries, cafes to pass the time

he would also like to spend time with you watching a movie at the cinema or going out to eat something you like together

He's not very affectionate, but he's great at words of affirmation, he always makes it clear what he likes and how much he likes you,

always presenting you with sweets and other things he buys around thinking how much it might please you.

always matching clothes because he likes to maintain this couple aesthetic that uses everything the same

from clothes to very specific objects

despite not being so good at expressing it he expects it from you, truly speaking

the kind that if you don't tell him you love him every day, he might feel really upset

as for relationships in bed, he's not the inexperienced or impartial type far from it.

He is a dom, without a doubt

Eunseok likes it when you ride him, he likes that feeling of your weight on him, the way you strain

moan so pleasurably, your sweaty, tired body, he appreciates that

He likes to have his fingers firm on your skin and mark you as his

because Eunseok's type of sex is more possessive, not in words but in actions

music playing in the background while he fucks you because he likes this “setting the mood” thing, he feels more immersed in it,

also because he always loves to spend a lot of time on foreplay

kissing you, caressing you, even talking a little, just to get you two more caught up in it, hours on end

Despite this hard and fast fuck, even when you're not above him,

He's fucking you with all the strength of his being, with his lips close to your ears so he can whisper the worst possible nasties to you, l

"You are so tight, but you always welcome me so well"

Pulling your hair to tip your head back and then biting and branding your neck like a madman,

turning you completely purple

Same thing on your legs, usually when he goes to suck you he always leaves his trail before making you lose your mind on his tongue.

Multiple orgasms, he enjoys watching you lose yourself and through it all you feel his gentleness touch

like him in everyday life he is not the type to show himself too much,

but in bed he tends to be much more expressive, moaning painfully, saying how much he likes it when you do him well,

when you have him around your mouth.

정성찬 - Sungchan

He's intense, not fickle at all, sungchan is like a bolt of lightning that will crash into your life out of nowhere and make you completely obsessed.

the ideal boyfriend type,

very charismatic and conversational,

where he likes to be in social circles and extremely friendly with everything and everyone

he would also be the one to be interested first,

even if it doesn't seem like it, he certainly noticed you even before you noticed him,

because the tactic from the moment he sees you is to get your attention at any cost

you will meet in some social environment, parties, meetings between friends and from then on the relationship will evolve very quickly

everything about him is authentic, sungchan wants to take you out, find common ground and connect with you

always very dynamic,

with him the encounters are the most diverse;

amusement parks, open-air cinemas, camping together, going to the beach and anything that might involve some good adventure

All sung chan wants is to be able to kiss you at sunset and be hugged talking the most diverse nonsense to make you laugh somehow.

He enjoys quality time, which builds up and makes the two of you more intimate with each encounter.

This man has structures that take a lot of effort to hold because he is big, VERY BIG and he knows it, and he will use it against you.

SungChan is very playful regardless of the type of relationship he has,

being between four walls with him I would say is an adventure, in the most diverse positions, you between his legs is where Sungchan knows paradise.

deep throat, its his favorite thing,

being able to grab your hair all over your head and fuck your mouth desperately, deep down your throat to make you choke on his dick

“yeah, get it all, baby”

The thick and subtle tone of his voice is capable of making the skin crawl,

makes you, Sung Chan's most faithful servant and the way he always seems to enjoy it when you suck him.

once he's inside you, his mouth is around your nipple, licking, sucking, nibbling,

being the worst kind of tease you'll ever meet, alternating slow and fast fucks to be able to control your orgasm at all times.

he can be very skilled, even though he can't always focus on more than three things,

when sungchan isn't making your nipple a bottle, one of his hands will be between your legs playing with your clit, rubbing it as he slides inside you

sungchan also likes sex in unusual places,

like inside cars, bathrooms, tents, anywhere he can be inside your clothes, he will be.

박원빈 - Wonbin

You'll like him first, definitely. wonbin is more like that neighbor of yours that you rarely see around,

but whenever you want to meet him he'll be right outside your house at the skate park with his friends and well, taming his man takes more than being good at people watching.

Once he's on your feet, he's all yours,he lives for you, wherever you go, whatever you'd do

He likes these meetings in more closed places, although he always takes you to the skate park, he also enjoys taking you to shopping

buy instruments, books, clothes, wonbin appreciates this thing with a more homely vibe

He's usually more willing to have a movie session at home, the two of you, fast food and of course, lots of kissing.

Because he likes it,

he always wants to be kissing you, taking your attention away from things to put it on his lap so you can kiss for a long time.

Wonbin is not the type to say I love you all the time, but he is the jealous one.

Anyone and everyone who tries to be too close to you doesn't make you very comfortable,

Even more so if you're not the type to have many friends, anyone beyond your bond doesn't like you, which makes you really clingy

He's jealous, sure, so he goes to bed too, when irritated by your friendly attitude towards other people,

even though he's visibly annoyed.

then he will fuck you, break you in two, fuck you hard ,

mark your skin in every space, hit you, be the sadist he hides inside

"are you dumb? I'm done saying I don't like this little game , y/n. you're mine and end of story!"

wonbin can vary a lot so I can see it switch easily

even so he's a constant headache,

wonbin usually doesn't have much inhibition, any situation is a situation for you to be fucking

whether it's in the bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, wonbin doesn't care

when he wants it and he's sure you want it too and he'll just take off all your clothes and fuck you with no pressure whatsoever

what makes him a natural provocateur,

hands on your ass, between your legs, this in public, he doesn't want to wait until you get home,

when home alone wonbin is occasionally touching you inappropriately, whenever in this condition showing to you how hard you make him with little.

“bin…but I'm busy”; “I promise not to take up so much of your time”

poor desperate boy he just wants you to deal with the consequences of being so hot

mutual masturbation it's just another tuesday,

this one where you're watching a movie in the living room and then wonbin has his hand between your legs,

touching your intimacy, inviting you to do the same with him, so finally having your fingers around him of his dick, doing magic

This also happens in reverse,

WonBin feels like he could go crazy every time you let him watch you masturbate while he does the same with him,

the whole thing about not being able to touch you while you pleasure yourself is just the height of it.

sex with clothes, you on his lap desperately rubbing yourself while him receives all that stimulation,

keeping his eyes closed so he can focus on it as much as possible,

not being able to contain raising his own hips to try to fuck with your pussy covered, feeling all that difficulty of being inside you like a mega stimulus

those fingers work magic, great at playing instruments, great at sticking each one of them in you, wonbin knows how to hit the spot like a pro, like playing his own guitar he can make you squirt with such accuracy

홍승한 - Seunghan

At first glance he may seem very cold, the kind of shy person you normally have a hard time interacting with.

But he's the most affectionate kind of boyfriend you can have, the most dynamic too.

I would say that you both care at the same time, with him being the one to take the action

Within a setting such as college or with him being your friendly neighbor

Seunghan is kind, knows how to use words, knows when to be affectionate and careful with you

He likes to spend time hugging, kissing

not being the type to go out for extremely special occasions,

with him the tendency is for meetings to be more spontaneous,

which also leaves my thesis that he is also very adept at friends to lovers

Seunghan likes to have things in common with you, go hand in hand,

travel somewhere together and create memories

Photo walls of the two of you together, of each special moment, you can be sure that he is always calling or sending you a message to find out how you are, so he can miss you whenever you are not around.

and sometimes because he is not always there, he ends up becoming to needy

like that type of needy, he wants to touch you, he missed everything, especially your cute moans

Dom, no power play

seunghan likes to fuck you on top of his piano in the living room, that whole arty sex thing is what seems to captivate him

In general, he prefers it when you look for him,

when you are the one desperate for attention, so he can laugh in your face, say how needy you are and then give you what you want

sex under the covers because everything that sounds minimally forbidden excites him

which also leads him to fuck you a lot in semi-public places, sometimes in the presence of his friends without them noticing, seunghan likes this complicity

"shh..you don't want them to find out"

fuck you hand in hand, lips pressed together in a very heated kiss

because then he can make you lose complete control of the situation, kiss your earlobe and whisper in your ear.

When you're not in the mood for something deeper then that's fine, just sit back and relax, he'll suck you down,

put everything he knows into practice, make you come over and over again on his lips to show you how good he is at it.

dirty sex is totally his vibe too

dirtying you with his cum, face, body, his intimacy, whatever is within reach he will do, just to see you covered in his liquid

Cockwarming

Seunghan's intention with it is totally sexual, he wants to use it to tease you,

make you desperate to be fucked, but without permission to move,

even feeling his dick tilting inside you, showing how desperate he is too

이소희 - Sohee

This kid, there's something about him that gives off incredible energy, and he's easy to get attention

But despite all that, he's still the first to fall in love.

Really annoying, sohee likes to always be there and know what he's doing,

he also likes to fill you with the most diverse gifts,

all handmade, whether it's a wish, a song, a poem, a bracelet, anything that he feels that he will make you happy at least

Sohee is very friendly and even though you are in a relationship he always likes to keep it light,

always joking, wanting to make you laugh and he also loves it when you do the same because it shows that he has chosen the right person to like

Parties, dates, picnics, everything that involves activities outside the home he supports at all costs, because he doesn't like to feel bored

Matching hats of all kinds, especially with cat ears, because that way he can have as many photos as he wants of the two of you matching

Horror movies but just because he's scared, even more than you are and for sure the experience will be the funniest possible

When you are exchanging affection, he likes to be between your legs, lying on your chest,

to be able to receive affection on his hair, while he himself caresses your back under your clothes, all this in the purest silence,

because in the next situation he will be sleeping.

He's great at listening to your frustrations and helping you work them out,

if by chance you don't want that, then he can just listen and welcome all your problems with open arms, with you among them for a cuddle.

Quite especific type of sex

The biggest unknown within this group is certainly Sohee and the absurd change of behavior that he shows in his energy.

but for me he is the kinkest (?) person that exists within the group, this could also be linked to his need to be ridiculed, or even ridiculed you in bed,

so we can say he is a switch

he also loves to be put in that state of being treated like the dumbest human being in existence,

dumbfication is certainly his thing

his pretty face? Feel free to give a few slaps, the thick neck, put your fingers around it, you will see the most beautiful smile fall from his lips,

from pure satisfaction of the pleasure of feeling you thwarting around him while they commit these atrocities.

but don't think he won't either, not least because he's great at making fun of your face while you roll your eyes so desperately for stimulation

in moments where he is more peaceful sohee likes more relaxed sex,

usually when you are in a more romantic vibe, so he tends to be more funny, more prone to provide jokes in order to make you laugh during the fuck. a cute

he has a certain fixation on coming in your mouth after every fuck,

filling you with his liquid and watching you swallow,

sohee feels like he's the happiest man in the world in moments like that.

he's not really into extremely long foreplay

but he loves pillow talks, aftercare, it's those moments where you tend to connect with,

sohee is great at acts of service, even more so after explosive fucks like you tend to have

이찬영 - Anton

He's cute, the type that falls in love first, from a very young age he already liked you and has been building this into adulthood

Even though his methods are not the most accurate, they work for you.

You always go out for a bike ride together, sometimes each on your bike, sometimes you on the back of his

River baths, pool, waterfall, Anton always enjoys contact with nature, it's where he feels he's having fun, even more so if he's with you.

He's the perfect summer romance,

it's usually just the two of you, rarely with more people in the cycle,

not least because he can be a little territorial because of the little insecurity he has, so he avoids being too jealous, soon ceasing to be too much among friends when he's with you.

Anton likes to share ice cream, soda bottles with you while you sunbathe after all day biking and swimming

Kisses that taste like citrus candy, or lemon, because he likes to provide that kind of experience

Much because he appreciates skin-to-skin contact more than anything,

feeling you at all costs in hugs, caresses, kisses, his fingers will always be roaming your body in search of contact,

squeezing your skin and bringing you to close to him as much as possible.

HIGH SEX YES the idea of stoner!Anton lives in my mind for free

he likes to get in nature, take you swimming, go camping, take you to fuck in the woods and then you're high losing all sense of what you're doing

This boy is a softie, show him some tricks and he'll be all yours

even if it's tied to you sucking his dick, while the inhibited head is hyperfocal into the surreal feeling that is

Anton likes to fuck slow, at his pace, as he can have a hard time holding back at times.

he loves pulling your hair, just like he loves feeling you pulling his, hips in sync the whole time, wherever you are, he'll make that place your nest

anton is like a white canvas, because before you he was a virgin, so he likes to be taught, how he can please you, he is ready for that

the sound of nature in the background to decorate the scene along with their mixed moans

kiss him, hug him, tell him you love him, and then he'll tell you back sweetly,

with his pretty smile expended, sweaty bodies, that's all he asked for, be it night or day

now you have your secret place for it

sex in the pool, especially fucking you from behind,

while your body is leaning against the pool ledge,

only your breasts protected by his hands that play with your nipples as he fucks you so desperately,

water noise, lots of mess, but nothing more of you two together in that mixture of pleasure

he learns well, you make him the ideal fuck partner

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imraespace · 2 months

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VALENTINE'S DAY ♡

─ HOW they spend their valentines day with you!

─ with GOJO, GETO, MEGUMI, YUUTA, INUMKAI, YUJI

GOJO ─

For the whole day, Gojo has been a little out of it. When you had woken up, he was gone, not in the bed. You didn't really think much of it, a little bummed out though.

When you had finally got out of the shared bedroom you had finally saw him but he was getting ready to head out. Not even giving you a kiss for the day, not even a "Good morning."! So of course throughout the day, you wasn't yourself, on Valentines day your own husband has left you alone in the house.

That is.. Until he came back.

It was around 5P.M., that he came back. He rushed in the shared bedroom and came marching up towards you.

"Y/N get ready." He ordered

"Excuse? Get ready for what?" You answered back. He knew he was going to get the cold shoulder yet he got through it.

"Cmonn babe! I promise it will all make sense but you need to get ready." He begged, pulling you up from the bed.

You sighed and gave in.

"Okay fine.." You mumbled, making his face light up in excitement.

"You don't need to find a dress I already have on in the bathroom for you." He told you as he began to push you in.

You got ready in the dress he had for you, it looked expensive, really expensive. You wondered if that's why he was out whole day today. You got out of the bathroom, heading towards your dresser to do your hair and makeup. Though, before you could pick up the comb, your eyes landed on the new makeup set? You didn't get any so..

Your head turned to look for him, immediately found him staring right back at you, sitting on the bed with a smirk. You turned back to complete your look, using the new makeup of course.

As soon as you were finished with your hair and makeup, he got up, stopped your movements and went looking for something.

He later came back with a shoe box, taking out the most expensive looking heels, causing you to slightly gasp. He took them out, looking up at you as he offered to slide them on your feet.

Then you both finally left the house, being treated like a princess the whole way. Then you finally made it to the big surprise. Gojo Satoru had rented out a whole restaurant for just the both of you.

As you entered you literally saw more mountains of gifts, clothes, jewelry, you name it. You literally forgot for a minute that your married to a rich man who loves to spoil you.

(you mostly ate the chocolate he got you at the restaurant)

GETO ─

As the sun came up, hitting his face, Suguru had woken up before his alarm. The first thing he did wasn't to turn it off, it was to cover you with thousands of kisses. He wrapped his arms around your sleeping figure, pulling it towards his body as he began kissing your face.

Slightly in and out your sleep, you felt his lips bringing you out of your dreamland. You turned away to stretch a bit, turning back to wrap your arms around him, shoving your face in his neck as you began to play with his hair.

That was your morning with him.

But he had to leave for work, he promised he had a surprise for you later.

So during the day, you were left alone, lazing around the house.

You knew that Suguru won't be back until like 10PM or something, so what surprise does he have for you so late?

At around 9PM, you got a text for him, he sent you a location and told you to meet him there.

It was near a park but the location was in the woods, kinda. What if it's someone trying to kidnap you..

Nevertheless, you got your shoes on and began making your way towards the location.

As soon as you made it to the park, you saw a small light in the woods. It woods was known for being safe, a lot of people hide around in it. You walked towards it, making it out to be a fake candle, and a picnic. You stopped in your tracks and admired it.

Just then, a hand was wrapped around your waist, causing you to look back at the owner of the hand but only saw your husband instead.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asked as he guided you towards the picnic.

Under the stars, you both had a lovely picnic filled with laughter and love!

MEGUMI ─

As soon as you entered the classroom, you saw that your boyfriend was crowded a bit. As much as he's the quiet type he has his own fans in the school and today being love day, caused them all to drop off gifts for him.

Though, Megumi being Megumi, gave them an uninterested look yet thanked them for the gifts and walked away as soon as he saw you. You stretched out your hands, offering your boyfriend a hug as he just grumbled and rested his head on your shoulder, as you patted his back.

Throughout the school day as him hiding and following behind you, hiding from the girls who want to "privately talk to him". Of course you found the situation silly, no way Megumi will ever leave you, but the girls did got on your nerves. Some did know about his relationship with you, yet they still pushed. You even saw some placing notes in his locker.

He's being showered with love! But it only causes him to get even more annoyed.

Let's say the girls didn't give up and Nobara and Yuji came to scare them away. (no one makes megs unhappy!)

Finally, school was over. He dragged you out and towards his dorm room. As soon as you entered the room, Megumi got out all the gifts he received, as well as his own gift for you, it was a box of chocolate and a mini teddybear holding a heart.

"Cute." you told him.

He got his laptop, turned on the air condition and offered you to play some movies, eating the chocolate he received while snuggling up under you. Let's say he forgot about the movie, mostly because he fell asleep on your chest, hugging you closely towards him.

YUUTA ─

The day before Valentines day, Yuuta was out whole afternoon. He told you that he was getting special items for your date. He was out with Rika finding gifts for you!

So today, after school, he texted you to meet him at his old playground, at a certain time at night. You were excited. Your quiet boyfriend always found creative ways to express his emotions towards you so him being out so long yesterday really got you thinking, what is he planning?

You left and the certain he gave you. The sun had already set, so it was dark out. You walked towards the playground and saw him sitting on the swing. When he saw you his face lit up.

"Y/N you came!" He exclaimed as he came off the swing and began speed walking towards you.

"Of course I did." You answered back, wrapping your arms around him. He returned the hug and began dragging you closer towards the playground.

When you got closer, you saw that on one of the mini benches had some snacks on it, along with your favorite meal in a box. Your face lit up at the sight.

"Did you really do all of this?" You asked him.

He nodded.

"But I did needed help with something, Rika helped me." He told you as he got some lanterns from under the bench.

"YOU GOT LANTERNS?" You accidently yelled. out of shock.

"Of course I did! The lanterns reminds me of how you always light up my day whenever I see you." He began, mumbling the rest as he continued.

You cupped his cheeks, squishing it a bit and planted a kiss on his lips.

It caught him off guard.

"You're just being too cute so I had to. Anyways let's light the lanterns!" You told the boy as you took one of the lanterns out of his hand, as he got his lighter, the both of you lighting up the lantern together, both watching as it fly away, stuffing your face with the food he got you as he stared at you with a big happy smile on his face.

INUMAKI ─

Lately your boyfriend and yourself have been living on minecraft. Inumaki gets the resources and you build and decorate! Of course you both go crave exploring together.

Thanks to the mods you always forced him to go biome hunting as well! But one thing for sure is that Inumaki doesn't know how to NOT build something that isn't good looking. You want your house to look cute and then Inumaki suddenly builds a portal to the Neather right next to it.

But today, being Valentines day, Inumaki thought long and hard on a gift and decided to redo your minecraft world!

He took the day off from school because he loves you more than school and he got rid of all the portals, moved them to another area and got to work.

He turned everything all lovey themed (with the help of youtube tutorials) and even added more of his own decorations!

Of course you was upset today, Inumaki didn't come to school and told you nothing, actually he didn't even texted you today.

So when you burst through his dorm door, scaring the hell out of him, glaring at him with a big frown on your face, he got up from his bed and suffocated you with a hug, he was so focused on the game he forgot to update you. But soon your anger went away as you finally got to atleast hug him, closing your eyes as you took in his scent BUT he broke the hug and told you to hop on the game.

Confused at his orders, you did it anyways. You got in his bed, pulled out your laptop and got on the game. He's been hiding his screen from you so you was a bit scared to see what he did.

But when you got on he saw your emotions shifted from confusion to full on shock.

"TOGE YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS?" (help get it!!?) You yelled.

He was happy at the result he got as he ran behind your avatar, following you around as you gave yourself a tour.

"YOU EVEN GOT RID OF THE UGLY LOOKING PORTALS!!"

"DON'T CALL THEM UGLY."

He told you that you can decorate the portals so you placed a bunch of flowers around them.

He was really happy that you were happy, the both of you spend the rest of the day playing minecraft!

YUJI ─

Everyday is technically Valentines day for Yuji, he always brings you gifts almost everyday.

So even though it's not really anything new today, you still feel a bit of excitement when Yuji brought you some ice cream sandwiches during lunch time.

He begged Mr. Gojo to keep them cold in the staff room, bringing them out and now dragging you towards an area where not much people are around.

"Here!" He handed you.

"Thanks Yu, but why ice cream sandwiches when it's freezing outside?" You asked.

Its been raining non-stop for a while.

He grinned then handed you his hoodie.

"So I can do this." He simply said, pulling the hoodie over your head.

His silly idea made you laugh, biting into the sandwich as you look up at him, admiring the big smile on his face as he ate his own.

You pulled out a card out of your bag and handed it to him.

"Here." You told him.

He wasn't really expecting something, he always told you that even though he gives you gifts almost everyday that you don't need to, but today, it's a special day.

"You made me something?" He asked.

"Of course I did! It's Valentines day duh." You answered back, playfully rolling your eyes at his question.

He took the card and began reading it, you not really thinking much about it (you wrote your heart out in the card.), was surprised when you felt a pair of arms snaking around your body as he slightly dragged you closer to him, he rested his head behind yours as he quietly mumbled

"I love you too."

Quite alot of blush began to cover your face as you quietly finished the ice cream sandwich, the both of you enjoying each other's company on the cold floor, in a tranquil mood.

merry christmas LOL😂😂

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gyu-effect · 1 year

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SEVENTEEN AS LOVE TROPES

[♡] seungcheol as a secret billionaire. when choi seungcheol first came to the cafe where you worked, you were awestruck by his handsomeness. he had a deep voice and was patient with you while ordering unlike the other customers, as though knowing it was your first day here. it got you wondering if he was a regular here and if he would visit soon again because damn, that dimple that appeared on his cheeks while he snapped a picture of his coffee was enough to make your heart flutter. turns out, seungcheol was a regular and very soon he was making small talks with you. you never expected to fall for someone in this way and you were sure he wouldn’t return the feelings until one day he asked for your number. small dates in the parks, late night walks by the river and him walking you till your house laced your new love life. you were curious though, of what he did and where he lived because the two of you would always crash in your place. you only knew about some of his hobbies that the two of you would indulge in during your dates, but not what he did for a living. you didn’t care though; you were smitten by the man in whose arms you were in. one day seungcheol confessed to you that he had been hiding something from you; that he was actually a billionaire. at first you were taken aback but immediately kissed him when he looked at you worriedly, telling him it didn’t matter what he did as long as he was still him.

[♡] jeonghan as friends to lovers. you met jeonghan for the first time at a mutual friend’s party. the two of you clicked easily and very soon became close friends. not only did you both share almost the same hobbies but even your humour level was at par with each other, which made hanging out with jeonghan very fun. one day, when you were at the beach with all your friends, you watched jeonghan attempt to push seungcheol into the sea, causing you to giggle. he saw you looking at him and smiled back, his hair wet from the salty water as the sun dipped in the horizon behind him. and all of a sudden, he looked like an angel grinning at you and you felt your heart give a painful squeeze. it didn’t take you much time to realise that you were in love with him. soon everything he did made your heart flutter and each and every of his friendly gestures to you made your knee go weak. as much as you wanted to spend more time with him, you realised you didn’t want to ruin the precious friendship the two of you had. so instead, you began avoiding him. all of a sudden you became an expert at making excuses, cooking up anything to avoid him and your feelings for him. until one day you found him at your doorstep, begging you to explain what he had done wrong. maybe it was the way he looked heartbroken or maybe it was that you realised you were being selfish, you broke down then and there and confessed everything to him. you thought he would push you away but instead, he pulled you by your waist and kissed you, as though it was an answer to your confession.

[♡] joshua as enemies to lovers. to say you couldn’t stand hong joshua would have been an understatement; you hated his very existence. everything he did infuriated you, especially the way he acted like he was better than everyone else. what made it worse was that both of you were elected as the heads of the student body, meaning that you would have to work together for the entire year. at the beginning, you were apprehensive of how your both ideas might clash with each other but from the very first meeting you were reassured because both of you were always on the same page. soon working with him became a little less painful as you discovered each other more deeply. he had this crazy sense of humour and you slowly seemed to realise why he was popular. you still couldn’t stand his cockiness but he was right; joshua was handsome. you weren’t sure when your hatred had turned into a little crush but you knew you were never going to stop bickering with him; something about riling him up excited you. one afternoon you found yourself alone with him in the classroom duties, and you took this as an opportunity to tease him on how he probably wouldn’t have anyone to go with for prom. joshua seemed to avoid your jeers, commenting that he didn’t need anybody, just a specific someone but you were giggling too much until he pinned you against the classroom wall. you felt your stomach drop when he looked at your eyes, waiting for you to tell him no but when you didn’t he kissed you softly, as though you were that someone.

[♡] junhui as a love triangle. junhui watched the two of you giggle beside the fountain, closing your eyes and tossing a coin after making a wish. he watched as you clasped you fist earnestly and wished, while wonwoo looked at you lovingly. it was a known fact that wonwoo liked you, but somehow it was oblivious to you. and he knew he shouldn’t be happy over his friend’s situation and yet he couldn’t help it; moon junhui had been in love with you ever since wonwoo introduced you to him as his best friend and him to you as his roommate. it wasn’t that hard to fall for you more, especially since you camped at their room pretty often. and yet, he didn’t dare to confess in case that made you uncomfortable and you stopped coming over, causing him to lose you and probably even wonwoo. so he buried his feelings deep inside because he was damn sure you liked wonwoo too. “what did you wish for?” he joked, when you jogged over to him and sat down beside him. “it wouldn’t be a secret then jun.” you rolled your eyes at him and smiled, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach. “come on, you can trust me with this secret.” you pretended to think before beckoning him to come closer. “then should i let you in on one of my secrets?” he nodded and you whispered in his ear. “i like you, wen junhui.” before jun could react you got up and bounced away, laughing at the way he was frozen. he felt himself smile before he began chasing you, promising to keep this secret to himself.

[♡] soonyoung as love at first sight. you struggled to climb up the stairs with all the books in your hand. luck didn’t seem to be on your side today as not only did your bag rip open but the elevator was out of service only for today. your room was on the fourth floor and you were already out of breath despite it being the second floor only. “i need to exercise more.” you huffed, stumbling in the next few steps. “er, do you need help?” you looked at the new voice that spoke from above you and you felt your heart stutter for a second. because standing at the top of the stairs was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. agreed his hair was messy like any other sleep deprived college student and he was just wearing tracksuits, nothing fancy. and yet, the softness in his features and the way he looked at you concerningly made your knees go weak. you cleared your throat when you realised he was still waiting for an answer. “uh, yeah. yeah that would be great.” you expected him to take some of your books but instead he took everything that was in your hand and gave you a smile. if you weren’t already in love, you were now for sure. as the two of you walked up to your room, you got to know each other a little. he lived below you and was in the same major. soon, you reached your room and he carefully dropped off your books at your table. “er…” you began as he was about to step out of the house. soonyoung, your new crush, looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on. “can i have your number?” you blurted out and he smiled. “sure, i was hoping you would ask.”

[♡] wonwoo as the boy next door. “we have a new neighbour?” you asked and your mother nodded in affirmative. “kind of late to change schools in 12th.” you muttered to yourself as you took out the trash bags. as you reached the stairs to go down, you heard someone call for you. “excuse me, where do i throw the trash bags?” you turned to find yourself face to face with a boy of your age, looking lost. he’s kinda cute. “you can follow me, i’m going there too.” he nodded and smiled at you gratefully, pushing his specs up his nose bridge, which you once again considered cute. you quickly found out that this was your new next door neighbour, jeon wonwoo. you hadn’t even said anything about being his friend but he wordlessly followed you around in both the school and the apartment. you didn’t mind though; he was an interesting person. he would invite you over for gaming and you would say yes, even though you hated games. you just found it fun and comfortable hanging out with him. not to mention your growing crush on the awkward boy and his nerdy glasses. “if you don’t like gaming,” wonwoo asked one day as you sat on his bed doing homework while he gamed, “why do you come over?” you froze at the question but managed to roll your eyes. “duh, to spend time with my friend?” he stopped gaming and rolled his chair towards you, until you both were face to face. “wrong. it's because you have a crush on me right?” shit. “and if i do?” he wordlessly moved back to the computer. “then go on a date with me tomorrow.”

[♡] jihoon as the first love. “is this seat taken?” you asked, causing the boy to look up. he just shook his head in negative, barely acknowledging your presence, but you were grateful for it. you slipped into your seat and looked around, wondering which book to take out. this was your first music lesson and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any further. “it's the blue book.” you turned to the boy beside you, but he wasn’t even looking at you when he spoke. you just muttered a thank you and took it out, hoping he wouldn’t mind helping you. turns out, lee jihoon, the boy next to you, was a music prodigy. and you on the other hand, were a complete mess. you struggled to read your notes let alone make small melodies. thankfully, jihoon would slip you small instructions every now and then until finally, he offered to tutor you. “there. you’ve improved a lot!” he congratulated you one day, smiling at you. you felt your stomach drop at the small action and wondered what that feeling was. this went on for a few more days and those feelings grew, until every time you were with him, you felt like you were on cloud nine. you had never had a crush on anyone before so you really weren’t sure how to handle this. and it made you (embarrassingly) nervous and excited in front of him. “what’s wrong? why are you so nervous these days?” he asked one day, causing your cheeks to heat up. “w-what do you mean?” you asked, unable to meet his eyes anymore. “you know,” he muttered, leaning in to peck your cheeks. “you are really cute when you get flustered.”

[♡] seokmin as secret lover. you felt his warm fingertips tickle your knees and you swatted his hand away, your small smile threatening to give the game away. yet when you looked at your boyfriend sitting beside you, he was just staring at the lecture board nonchalantly as though he had not done anything. lee seokmin, known to the world as dk, was a part of the band called seventeen. and that was the reason why your relationship was a secret from the world (except for his band members of course). as much as it pained you, you were happy for these small moments like the few days he would attend college with you. and somehow, you found it thrilling to be in a secret relationship. it gave you an adrenaline rush knowing that no one would ever doubt that the seokmin studiously jotting down the lecture notes was busy drawing small circles on your knees with his thumb. you loved it when you both went out on late night dates or when he sneaked into your room. you also loved it when he would give you a secret smile at the concerts, making you forget all the hardships your relationship sometimes gave you. “one day,” seokmin said, swinging you one last time before you stepped into your room, “i’ll marry you.” wickedly, you pushed him away when he tried to kiss you. “sure seok, a secret marriage sounds equally sexy.” he pouted, pulling at your heartstrings before pulling you into a hug. “baby, i’m really sorry. i just- don’t want you to get hurt.” “i know.” you whispered, content to be in his arms. “but you gotta make it up to me, okay?” he pulled away from you, already knowing where this was going. “and what does my princess need?” pulling him into your room, you made sure your roommate was out. “stay over tonight?”

[♡] mingyu as fake relationship. this was wrong. this was so wrong. and yet you found yourself crossing the border and falling hard for kim mingyu. you weren't supposed to fall for him; the two of you weren't even a real couple. after all, he was just a friend whom you happened to bump into when you were running back home crying, after breaking up with your then boyfriend when he said he was seeing someone else behind your back. it was mingyu's idea to be in a fake relationship to get back on your ex and back then you had readily agreed. what you did not realise that you might end up falling for him. the way he cared for you, his small gestures towards you despite not being your actual boyfriend was enough to set butterflies in you. he was so sweet and always so caring, traces of his touch always lingering against your skin even when he had left. you always knew he was a faithful friend and this had proved it, solidifying your affection for him even more. one evening, he had taken you out on a dinner date and he looked so adorable, begging you to go out despite your pending work. there was no way you could say no to him so here you found yourself in a restaurant, admiring mingyu’s beauty under the dim lights. then all of a sudden he took your hands in his and brushed his lips against your knuckles, shyly confessing that he had fallen for you. you burst into tears and he immediately let your hand go, quickly apologising. it was only when you slapped his arm and said you loved him back too did he stop, choosing to kiss you instead.

[♡] minghao as the boy i met at the museum. if you had known backpacking europe all alone would have been this lonely, you would have waited for a few more years until you could take your entire family with you. but now you were stuck with countless museum and gallery tickets in your hand, boredom seeping in as you took in the paintings exhibited there. which was odd because you were a sucker for museums. but to have no one to talk to or express your opinions on said art and sculpture and have just the audio tour guide plugged in was very tiring and boring, making you lose all the excitement you had. you stared at one particular painting, the audio in your ears unclear as you had been wearing it for quite sometime now when you heard someone say something to you. you turned to your right to see a man pointing at the painting while looking at you and you took off your earphones to hear him properly. “i said,” he repeated (he had an amazing voice), “do you like botticelli that much? you’ve been staring at that painting for quiet some time”. “oh! oh no it’s just that uh- i kinda zoned out because i had no one to talk to. i really love art but…” you explained to him and the stranger smiled at you. “you can talk to me. i love art too and even i’m backpacking all alone.” you never expected this one random conversation to change your trip forever. minghao, the stranger’s name, and you soon became travel buddies and aligned all your visitations together. it was the best trip you had in your entire life, marking unforgettable memories. once the trip was over the two of you exchanged numbers to keep in touch and very soon you both were heads over heels with each other. you never expected your trip alone to turn out like this but you were glad minghao had talked to you.

[♡] seungkwan as grumpy x sunshine. you still remember your first encounter with boo seungkwan back in nursery school. even though teachers weren’t supposed to have favourites, your cheery personality and smiley face won the heart of all the adults there. so naturally most of the kids hung out with you. you had always noticed seungkwan playing at the corner on his own so one day you decided to ask him to join you. the only response you got was an angry ‘hmmp!’ as he turned away from you, taking his blocks with him. you thought that would be the last time you saw him until now, when you found him sitting across you in your college lecture hall. you wondered whether he remembered you so you approached him, smiling as usual. but no sooner had you opened your mouth to greet him he glared at you and turned away, leaving you baffled. so he did remember you and he was still the same grumpy kid. so you took it as a personal mission to be on his friend’s list (in reality you had no friends in college because you were sure your sunshine like personality was attracting more fake friends than real ones). slowly, as you got adjusted to his grumpy nature, you realised he wasn’t all that bad. he had a great sense of humour (assuming he wasn’t irritated with you) and he took care of you in small ways, whether it was just casually asking whether you ate your breakfast or passing you the notes you missed. and one day seungkwan just confessed to you out of the blue and you threw your arms around his neck to kiss him, realising that you too had been crushing on him for a long time.

[♡] vernon as opposites attract. how you and vernon had managed to end up together was still a mystery to everyone (including the two of you). both of you were the complete opposites of each other, both in personality and taste and yet, that’s what seemed to have clicked for both of you. vernon still remembered how you were back in middle school; loud, funny, and someone with many friends while he was the quiet kid who sat at the corner of the classroom and rarely interacted (he was sure you didn’t even know about his existence back then). soon he realised he loved watching you from his seat, he loved your smile, he loved your jokes and he loved your laughter. by high school he was totally in love with you but didn’t have the courage because how could he? the two of you were so different from each other that even his friends were unsure of it. then came the miracle in the form of a group project and the two of you were paired up together. slowly, the two of you became good friends and even began hanging out apart from doing the project. you loved every single moment you spent with vernon. while he was so calm and composed most of the time, he didn’t even think twice before joining you in your shenanigans. and yet, he was like the calmness you needed in your overly dramatic (in the fun way, of course) life.

[♡] chan as childhood sweethearts. chan watched you from afar, a smile unknowingly tugging at his lips. he could feel his heart swelling with love as you laughed at some joke, despite it being more than six years since the two of you had started dating. he still remembered the day he confessed to you, it was engraved in his memory as though it was just yesterday. the two of you were sitting at the neighbourhood park, watching the lantern festival when you caught him staring at you. at that moment, he had accidentally blurted out how he had a crush on you for quite some time now and you looked way too pretty and he couldn’t help it. you blinked at him a couple of times and chan had gotten ready to beg for your forgiveness but instead, you kissed him. that was back when the two of you were just sixteen and now you both were nearly twenty-two and graduating even from college and yet, he couldn’t stop the fluttering in his heart whenever he looked at you. even though the graduation party was noisy, every sound died down when you turned to look at him and smiled back, mouthing him a ‘i love you’. the music changed to a slower one and chan found himself walking towards you, hands outstretched as though ready to take you to the dance floor. well, he would show you how much he loved you too.

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soapoet · 11 months

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W.I.T.C.H. pick-a-card reading

Hay Lin; next big change

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01.

Shufflemancy: 7 rings by Ariana Grande

ready for takeoff? well, buckle up, buttercup! you may have experienced delays in relation to your passion projects, studies, work, or side hussles, but things will be picking up speed soon. the more thought, intent, effort, planning, or work that you have put into things even during a stalemate, the greater the speeds you'll be reaching once things finally get going. you might experience this is as an easy breezy walk in the park or a roller-coaster ride, all depending on how much faith you've poured into this. you may hear back from that job or school with positive news, or have a successful launch to a passion project. there could be a raise or a promotion of sorts in store, and you seem to find yourself at the right place at the right time a lot. you feel luckier than ever before and things just work out in your favour. this is a huge relief considering you've had to work twice as hard as everyone else or deal with more setbacks and variables.

you'll be experiencing a very different timeline overall, especially with all the nuisances and heaches that just always found their way to you to take away your focus and drain your energy. your schedule may get a little crazy and hours start to feel like the most valuable currency. this effect is likely to be long-lasting and keep you busy for quite a while. do remember to afford yourself some celebratory rest, too, you've certaintly earned it. but all in all it seems like you'll be enjoying the change of pace and the various doors that finally open up for you, and you've been so ready to explore new opportunities and uncharted territories for so long that it's no surprise you'll want to do and see it all and be on the go.

02.

Shufflemancy: Lavender haze by Taylor Swift

whether or not you have travels planned, be it near or far, there is a distinct element of newness, adventure and exploration coming in for you. something may have had you feeling stuck in the daily grind and routines and had you bored out of your mind. you're about to gain some freedom and independence, almost as if shackles come undone and you get to run wild and free. you'll be meeting new and interesting people, some of whom quickly turn from strangers to lifelong companions and partners in crime. soul family members are headed in your direction and you'll look back to this time later in life and joke about all the funny little synchronicities and how within a couple weeks you could've sworn you've known each other your whole lives.

besides platonic connections, you may find yourself in the spotlight attracting many admirers, especially if you've felt like the sea has been emptied of all the fish. some of these are just fun and flirty encounters that serve mainly to put a pep in your step and make you hold your head up high. there may be drama in store, but nothing too messy. in fact, you may actually enjoy the telanovela of it all. one or two of these will stand out to you, and you might find yourself weighing pros and cons between two people you would seriously consider for something more. so long as you let things happen to you rather than trying to force anything or play private detective, you'll be sure to make the right decision as events and information unfold themselves to you naturally. you may even be surprised by how things turn out when you don't let bias or expectations tip the scales one way or the other and simply observe how the tables turn all on their own.

03.

Shufflemancy: Sleep alone by Two Door Cinema Club

you may sigh in relief as you finally make it out of a stressful situation. whilst everyone else seem to be making plans, you're clearing out your calendar. you may want or truly need to recharge, reconnect with yourself and get some peace and quiet. the world is looking a little brighter and it's easier to breathe again. when was the last time you had the chance to just sit and pay attention to your own thoughts and feelings?you may feel like you've been sleepwalking, living life for a while fast asleep and going about your days on autopilot. now you're awake again, and it's not to go wild and crazy but to reflect on yourself and how you feel. you may be doing quite a bit of soul searching at this time and asking yourself a lot of important questions. and not just asking, but really pondering and seeking answers. who are you? what do you want? what do you need? this journey of self discovery will make you feel so at peace and you'll find yourself unfazed by things that previously would have cost you your peace of mind and good night's rest. turbulent emotions calm down and the pendulum swing slows. you find the grey between black and white, rise above to see the big picture, and make a home in the in-between.

some people may try to rile you up, and others can be disappointed by, or even judgemental of, your newfound calmness. when you no longer show up to fight wars that aren't yours and decide to do what feels right to you, some will take that as betrayal, even when your values still align with theirs. real ones will see that you're achieving more good through love instead of hate and commend you for your new approach and how much it let's you grow. you may be taking a step back to connect with hobbies you've had to drop previously. through working on your natural talents and honing your skills you may find yourself collaborating on a project regarding something important to you. and it doesn't feel forced or like a burden when it's on your own accord for once. allow yourself to enjoy your own company and honour your feelings and interests. even if your change in course ruffles some feathers at first, you will gain a lot of respect and admiration for choosing your own path and staying true to yourself.

#pac reading #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #spiritual guidance #tarot reading #energy reading #shufflemancy #pick a card reading #w.i.t.c.h.#soapy.post

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kaleldobrev · 5 months

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To the Rescue (3) — Take Me Back Series

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After making a deal to bring you back, Sam doesn't see you until years later when your paths cross during a case

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hi, I just joined Tumblr and came across your blog, it's wonderful! I'd like to make a request, something between Sam and reader. The reader dies and Sam makes a pact to bring her back, but she comes back without remembering him and the hunting life. He thinks it's best to stay away from her. Years later they meet and she falls in love with him all over again, and when they kiss she regains her memory. Do you like it?

Chapter Word Count: 2.7k

Chapter Warnings: Cursing (8x), Minor Character Death

Authors Note: When I originally wrote this it was 1.2k. With editing it turned into 2.7k | One more part after this folks! Sorry for the cliffhanger in advance | Flashbacks are in italics | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Pulling up to your house, Sam felt as though his stomach was in knots. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen your house, but this time it was different. It wasn’t just a normal driveway he was used to doing to make sure that you were safe every once in a while.

“You okay?” Dean asked, snapping Sam out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” Sam lied.

“Alright,” Dean began, opening up his glove compartment and taking out his gun. “Let’s go boy wonder,” he grinned.

Walking up to your front door, the biggest sense of dread starting washing over him as he started to think that maybe something was wrong. “You know, I don’t think she’s home. She usually parks her car in the driveway.”

“Maybe she actually parks inside her garage?” Dean suggested.

Sam looked at him, full well knowing that you wouldn’t be able to park inside your garage — it had too much stuff in it to park your car. It was more of a storage unit than anything. “Trust me on this one.”

“Wow, you really do stalk her uh?” Dean grinned.

“Not stalk, just concerned,” Sam corrected.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Dean said, patting his brother on the shoulder. Y/N would help me sleep better at night, Sam thought.

Taking a small deep breath, Sam knocked on your door, hoping that you somehow broke your pattern of parking in the driveway. It had been a couple of weeks since he’s done a drive by, so maybe you did have enough room in your garage now; but knowing you, you hadn’t cleaned it out.

“She’s not here,” Sam said quickly, and he turned on his heels about to leave your front porch. But Dean stopped him, grabbing onto the back of his jacket to bring him back. “What?”

“You don’t wanna check if she’s inside the house?” Dean asked. “What if she’s —”

“She’s not here Dean. Trust me,” Sam said, his voice a little stern. “The more time we’re here, the less time we actually have to go and find her. Now let’s go and check the shelter. I’ll try and call her on the way there.”

Dean went to open up his mouth to protest, but he knew that his brother was right. “Alright,” he agreed. As much as he wanted to check if you were inside the house, Dean trusted Sam when it came to his gut feeling; especially since this was concerning you.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been tied to this chair, but it felt like hours at this point. Mel or whatever her name actually was just talking your ear off; and it wasn’t even remotely about the deal, but just random little stories about her time here on Earth. If you weren’t currently tied to a chair, there was a part of you that would have actually found her stories to be quite interesting. “I don’t know, I love being a crossroads demon but at the same time, I feel like I could really bring some value to the team if Crowley trusted me more. What do you think?” Mel asked.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” you admitted. “I mean, I’d love to commend you on your work ethic but uh, I’m a little bitter right now,” you said.

Mel laughed. “Fair enough,” she grinned. “But, if you had to give me like a recommendation, would you say I had a good work ethic? I mean, I was your right hand for almost four years here.”

“Again, don’t really wanna commend you when you currently have me tied to a chair in my own shelter,” you stated, your voice radiating annoyance.

“You know, these past four years have honestly so eye opening,” Mel begin. “I can really see why Sammy wanted to marry you.”

“I’m sorry?” You questioned.

Mel went to open her mouth to answer your question, but there were two doors slamming in the distance. And her smile turned into a slightly mischievous one. “Looks like lover boy and big bro are here to rescue you!” She exclaimed and looked at her watch briefly. “About damn time too. I was starting to get bored.”

Mel got up from her seat, and removed a piece of fabric from her pocket as she walked toward you. “Just gonna place this in your mouth so you can’t warn my favorite boys, okay?” She giggled, before putting the fabric in your mouth, almost gagging you.

As the pair walked into the gym, it was mostly pitch black except for the small amount of moonlight that was currently streaming in from the windows. "Y/N?" Sam called out.

Muffled screaming could be heard, and that's when they noticed you sitting in the middle of the auditorium tied to a chair and with some kind of gag in your mouth. "Just like old times," Dean said, pulling out his gun.

"Except we're saving her, not the other way around," Sam stated, he too pulling out his gun.

"Whatever," Dean mumbled. "Just get Y/N out of here."

"And where are you going to go?" Sam asked, slightly confused as he raised a brow.

"Gonna go see if I can find that Mel bitch," Dean said, slightly waving his gun and grinning.

"No need to find me! I'm right here boys!" Mel called out, her voice singsong like; the large auditorium lights turning on in a matter of seconds. "And there's really no need to have those silly little guns out, so you might as well put them away," she said, appearing behind you now. "I just wanna talk. You know, have a little catch up. It's been such a long four years, and I've been so interested in what my Winchester boys have been up to. Especially Sammy here."

"Nothing really for us to talk about. Considering you've killed five teenagers for really no good reason," Sam said.

“But it was for a good reason,” Mel stated. Both boys looked at her with a slightly confused expression on both their faces. “I needed a way to get you two here. You wouldn’t have came any other way. Well, that’s not entirely true now is it Sammy?”

Sam looked at you, and he could see your expression changing. You were no longer relatively calm, but more confused than anything else. “Either you tell her or I will,” Mel stated, her voice no longer sing song like. “Tell her what you’ve been up to.”

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, and Sam didn’t want to tell you what Mel was insinuating. “5…4….3….” Mel began counting.

“Alright, alright!” Sam yelled out in frustration. “I’ve been watching her for the past four years to make sure she was okay.” He sighed. “Happy?”

“Now, let’s see what Y/N thinks about that mmm?” Mel asked, her hands on either side of your shoulders. “Wanna talk?” She asked you, and you eyed her. If looks could kill, Mel would have been dead.

“Fuck you,” you said, muffled.

“Oh my!” Mel laughed. “The mouth on her! No wonder you were so heartbroken Sammy,” she winked.

As Mel, Sam and Dean were talking, you were carefully trying to untie yourself from the chair, making sure that none of them had seen you doing it; as you were pretty sure that if Mel had caught you, she had the ability to kill you in an instant. Then again, you weren’t quite sure how strong demons were.

“Now, I’d really like to hear what Y/N think —” before Mel could continue her sentence, you broke free from the rope that she had tied your hands with, and managed to tackle Mel to the ground.

“A little help here would be nice boys!” You yelled out, trying your best to keep Mel to the ground; but her demon strength was starting to show, as she knocked you to the ground.

Before she could do anything to you, Dean had his arms around her, holding her back as Sam held out his hand in order to help you up. “Thanks,” you said, taking his hand — a simple movement, but felt so natural.

Mel bucked her head back, the back of her head hutting Dean in the nose; the movement caused him to let her go and he stumbled back. “Fuck,” Dean said; some blood running down from his nose.

“You little bitch,” Mel said through gritted teeth. She went to lunge at you, but was stopped when Sam had shot her. She laughed. “You know bullets can’t kill me,” she smirked.

“No, but they can distract you,” Dean said from behind her. She turned around, and within an instant, Dean plunged the Demon Knife into her.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked, the three of you walking out of the shelter.

“Yeah I’m fine just…confused,” you confessed.

“I’m sure. I’m sorry Mel wasn’t who you thought she was,” Sam said.

“That’s not entirely it,” you began, the two men raised a brow. “Mel…Mel said that I knew you guys,” you looked at Sam now. “She said you wanted to marry me.” Sam and Dean exchanged looks, neither one of them really knew what to say

“What else did she tell you?” Sam asked, not denying your claim; as he was in fact planning on asking you to marry him as soon as the three of you had gotten back from the hunt. It was something that he spent months planning.

“She said that you made a deal in order to bring me back to life. And part of that deal was basically having me forget you and hunting,” you said, your voice having no hesitancy to it. “I know how ridiculous it sounds but…I believe her.”

“Dean, can you give us a second?” Sam asked, looking over at his brother. Dean and Sam exchanged looks, and Dean looked at you only briefly before nodding.

“Yeah I’ll uh…I’ll be in Baby,” he said, scratching the back of his head as he started making his way toward his impala.

“Is what she said the truth?” You asked. “And don’t give me a it’s complicated answer. It’s a simple yes or no.” Sam couldn’t help but let out a half chuckle, as this was a like you had said to him far too many times.

“Yes. It’s the truth,” he admitted. “Four years ago, the three of us were on a vampire hunt in Malibu. You and me agreed to go take out the nest because it was only supposed to be three vamps. But…it turned out to be six instead, too many for just the two of us to handle. That’s when you…”

“Died,” you said, finishing his sentence. “How did I…die?”

“One of the vamps…ripped your throat out…” he mumbled, his voice trailing. “It was my fault I…”

“Hey, hey,” you said, taking his hand in yours. “I may not remember, but it wasn’t your fault okay? I may not remember you, but, knowing you literally barely a few hours, I know you aren’t that type of person. You just…I get a good vibe from you.”

“You shouldn’t,” he stated. “I’ve done a lot of…fucked up things. Things that…”

“Whatever fucked up things you’ve done, I’m sure it was for a good reason Sam,” you reassured him. “You aren’t someone that’s just going to get someone killed.”

Sam just looked at your hand in his; enjoying the feeling. It’s been so long since he had held your hand. “After, why didn’t you try and ask me out?” You asked.

Sam chuckled. “Thought you’d be better off without me and plus, kinda thought something like this was going to happen.”

“Ask her out already please! I miss her baking!” The two of you heard Dean call out. You and Sam turned, and saw Dean with the drivers side window rolled down; Zeppelin playing loud enough for him to have probably been able to hear the entirety of the conversation.

Sam and you chuckled a little, and you looked at each other similar to that of two people in love with each other. “You wouldn’t want to go out sometime again would you?” You asked, softly smiling.

“I don’t know I…” Sam wanted to say yes; he wanted you back in his life, wanted so much to be in your life again. But he didn’t want to risk anything bad happening to you again. “I’m sorry.”

Disappointment washed over you as you looked at Sam. You had wanted to be with him, even though you barely knew him. But according to Mel, at some point, he had wanted to marry you. You had hoped that maybe with her gone, then you two could get to know each other again and have a bond like you apparently did years ago. You had felt something for him; some kind of connection, a kind of familiarity, even before you knew who he was. But, you understood where he was coming from. “Can I at least give you a thank you kiss?”

“Yeah,” Sam said, almost afraid to say yes.

Sam leaned down, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. He stared into your eyes, mentally cursing himself for saying no, but he knew that saying no was for the best. You were safer, and you were free. “I’ll always love you,” he told you. “Even if you don’t remember loving me.”

Your lips and his were centimeters apart now, and you didn’t want this moment to end between the two of you. Because you knew, that the second the kiss was over, you’d probably never see him again.

“Take care of yourself,” you said, before the two of you pressed your lips against each other.

The kiss felt natural, a little needy, but gentle. It wasn’t a kiss you would give to someone you would see again, it was a kiss that you gave someone that you would never see again. It was a goodbye.

"Sam, I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe we should wait for Dean to come and help us," you said; as the two of you started walking up to an abandoned log cabin in the middle of the woods; something that you didn't even know Malibu had.

"There's only supposed to be three vamps, I think we'll be fine," Sam reassured you. "We've taken out more than three vamps just the two of us before."

"Yeah but...I don't know, it just feels different this time, I can't explain it," you said, your voice hesitant. For some strange reason, you just had a horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen, but you had no proof. It wasn't like you had premonitions.

"Fuck," you said, a sharp sensation entering your head, as if you just got hit in the head.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sam asked, concern in his voice.

"Yeah just..." the pain got more intense, and you felt yourself start to lose balance; Sam's hands instantly finding your arms in order to keep you from falling. "My head really fucking hurts," you said, almost strained.

"Let's sit down uh?" Sam suggested, as he started leading you toward the curb in front of the shelter.

"Sammy, she okay?" You heard Dean say, the sound of the impala's door opening and closing. You heard barely hear the sound of his running toward you and Sam, as everything started to sound so muffled due to the intense pain and pounding in your head.

"You know, I don't know what I'd ever do without you," Sam said, caressing your cheek.

"I'm sure you'd be fine. You did just fine before you met me," you said, gently smiling at him.

"But my life is a lot better with you in it," he admitted.

"So is mine," you confessed.

"I love you," he replied.

"I love you too," you smiled.

You didn't really know how you had gotten to sitting on the curb but you now where, Sam and Dean on either side of you. The intense pain was starting to subside, and the pounding was starting to cease. You couldn't tell what either man was saying, as they still sounded muffled.

"Y/N?" Sam asked, his hands resting on your shoulders.

You turned to look at him, and all of a sudden you felt the urge to cry. Your hand reached out and touched his cheek. "Sam..." your voice was low, almost inaudible.

"Yeah?" He replied, his voice as low as yours.

"Take me home," you said.

"Sure," he nodded.

"To the Bunker," you clarified.

Sam looked at you; confusion clear across his face. "The Bunker?"

In the next and final chapter...

He scratched the back of his head before pointing to your side table. “Open up the drawer there,” he said, slight hesitation in his voice. When you didn’t move, he sighed. “Trust me,” he said.

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Patessiere luxiem(+sonny and alban) x gn reader pls

The hanging out at the back while making sweets 🍮

Hello anon! Thank you for the extremely adorable request! I'm so sorry for taking so much time to do this, I hope you enjoy reading it♡.

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about vtubers based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji luxiem, noctyx.

Pairing: luxiem + Sonny, Alban x Mc

Category: fluff, men being absolutely wholesome

Love sweeter than cake

Luca Kanashiro

• Luca met Mc during their interview as he owned the shop, it was family business passed down from generation to generation.

• Luca took a liking to them since meeting them on their first day and hired them right away, he'll check up on Mc for the first couple of day to make sure everything is okay and no one is annoying them.

• Definitely loves sneaking in a few of Mc's pastries when no one is looking.

• Luca gets absolutely overjoyed when Mc notices, and brings some pastries to him after work with a cup of tea in the staff room so he can enjoy them.

• Won't allow them to be on work if they're sick or tired, or will have them on cashier duty if they insist on working.

• Gets the courage to ask them out with a small cupcake 'go out with me?' written on it in with yellow frosting.

• Dates with him consist of drinking milk tea while eating pastries at the park after work.

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The sky was baby blue, as clear as ever, with small white fluffy clouds moving through it, it was truly a beautiful day, the best for for a picnic.

Mc was walking hand in hand with Luca towards the park, basket in hand as Luca swung their hands back and forth together, another basket in his hand, as he chuckling slightly at something Mc was telling him about their day.

"It's such a pog day! You pick out the best days" Luca hummed happily enjoying the sun that was warming up his face, Mc chuckled softly and kissed the back of Luca's hand at the compliment.

"Oh you know, it's nothing amazing really, the sun just was nice to us today, now that seems like a nice spot right?" Mc mumbles as they walk towards an empty spot in the park, the grass crunching under their shoes as they walk hand in hand.

"That looks like a good spot" the male aggred setting down the basket in his hand and stretching his arms over his head with a small yawn, Mc taking out the blanket from inside their basket and placing it on the ground, patting Luca's back gently as they sit down the male quickly sitting next to them and laying down to rest his head on their lap grinning widely up at them.

"Well, hi there little lion" Mc chuckled softly pressing a gentle peck to Luca's mouth moving to grab some of the food inside the basket.

"All this sun got me all sleepy now" Luca pouted softly yawning once more, opening his mouth once Mc held a small cookie towards his lips, humming gently at the taste.

"Well, you did sleep late last night" Mc took a bite out of loaf of bread filled with cheese, as Luca whined a bit and moved to lay on his side grabbing a sandwich and starting to eat.

"How can a sandwich taste so good" the male sighed happily munching on the sandwich, Mc patting his head gently, pushing his hair away from his face as they grab a croissant luca made and started eating it.

"Because it's full of love" Mc chuckled softly, Luca staring up at them with a wide grin, taking a big bite out of the sandwich and kicking his feet up in the air.

"Your love tastes very pog" Luca hummed once more, taking hold of Mc's hand and kissing their fingers gently.

The two love birds continued to eat their food together enjoying the nice weather, hearts full of love.

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Shu Yamino

• First time Shu met Mc was on his first day at work, he had just started working at the shop and they were the one showing him around and telling him about his shifts.

• Was absolutely amazed by how nice they were, and will preferably hang out with them on breaks.

• Loves sharing whatever he's eating with mc whether it's something he made, noddles, or simply just something he's drinking, bought Mc a penguin keychain that reminded him of them.

• Will definitely take over Mc's shifts whenever they're tired or sick, might excuse himself from work too to take them home or take care of them if needed.

• Insisted once on taking Mc to his favourite ramen restaurant, and paid for everything they ate, now he takes Mc there on a regular basis, on lunch break too sometimes.

• Asked Mc out after he walked them home from the ramen restaurant, while Mc was opening their door and saying goodbye, he suddenly took hold of their hand and asked them to go out with him in a mess of jumbled words, face extremely red and hands trembling slightly from nervousness.

• He takes Mc out to eat, or go to the arcade and try to beat each other while giggling like kids together.

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Shu was walking next to Mc, pulling his beanie down to cover his head better, his breaths appearing in small puffs in the air, the sky snowing gently.

Mc pulled on Shu's elbow gently, lowering his hands to pull the beanie properly on his head, holding his cold cheeks gently and pinching them gently.

Shu gave Mc a big grin, kissing their palm gently before moving to hold their hand and starting to walk towards their favorite restaurant.

"I'm so hungry" the male whined slightly pushing his hand that was linked with Mc's into his pocket, feeling giddy all of a sudden.

"Me too, I'm definitely gonna order the big bowl of ramen" Mc hummed gently, already tasting the very delicious ramen, shu humming in agreement.

They entered the small restaurant after a few minutes of walking, sitting quickly at their usual table, relaxing immediately at the warm atmosphere of the place, as the chef passes a smile their way and takes their orders.

Shu starting eating immediately when his food arrived, almost burning his tongue with the hot ramen, Mc snickering at him and pinching his palm that was resting on the table the male pouting softly.

"Let's go to my house after this and bake cookies, it's too cold to stay home alone" the male pouted, Mc humming gently while eating their food, it was truly too cold to stay alone and making cookies did sound extremely fun.

"Sure babe, but you better not get my clothes dirty with flour, or so God help me because I will kill you" Mc huffed, Shu giggling and wiggling his eyebrows, making a thoughtful face, nodding his head with a chuckle when Mc raised their eyebrow at him.

"I'll have you know I'm an absolute gentlemen, since every single time I clean your clothes and let you borrow my amazing and more comfortable clothes" Shu tsked pinching Mc's cheek, and stealing half of their egg from their ramen bowl, laughing when Mc pouted at him, giving them his egg to make amends while chuckling.

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Shu and Mc continued to eat their warm meals, their bodies warm and their hearts full, going to Shu's house after dinner and throwing flour at each other, cuddling together after, dirty clothes ordeal forgotten as they warmed each other up full of sweet cookies and love.

Ike Eveland

• Mc and Ike were childhood best friends who lost touch when Ike moved to another city, they met again when Ike once passed by the shop Mc worked at to eat something sweet.

• Both were absolutely overjoyed to see each other again, he waited for Mc until they finished work to walk together and eat out while catching up.

• Since then he visits the shop all the time, working or writing in the great atmosphere of the shop, and walks Mc home after they finish work.

• Will stay home with Mc whenever their sick and take care of them, makes them some food and sweets to help them feel better.

• Takes Mc to their favourite park when they were kids to hang out, enjoy the weather and eat ice cream together while reminiscing about the good past.

• Exchanging books together with Mc was something they did since they were children, so once he slipped a note saying 'would me make me the happiest guy on earth and go out with me?' inside the book and exchanged books with Mc as usual, Mc reads the book and calls him upon finding the note and he simply answers with a soft chuckle and says 'so what do you say? Let me take you out to our favourite restaurant?'.

• Going on dates with Ike was so normal, as they always went out together, so their dates are at home where they watch a movie while eating sweets together or simply being in each other's presence.

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The sound of the doorbell ringing grabbed Ike's attention, the male quickly placing his book down on the coffee table and getting up to open the door.

The sight of Mc mc standing outside brought a wide smile to his lips as he ushered them inside, the same smile on Mc's lips as they got inside a few books in hand as they took their shoes off.

Ike took the books from Mc, placing a gentle kiss to their forehead and walking towards the coffee table to place the books down, Mc walking after him and taking a seat on the couch Ike sitting next to them quickly.

The two started a simple conversation, talking about their day, Ike getting up halfway through to make them tea, Mc trailing behind him like a puppy, talking about their day at work, both of them cuddling after and drinking tea together.

"So, what do you think of the book älskling?" The male asked as he took the book from the coffee table handing it to Mc and curling into their side to watch as they open to the marked pages they liked.

"It was so nice! It's a nice change of pace from the romance one, this one focuses on family and siblings and I really like it, definitely made me cry, you can feel the emotions of the characters through their words and body language and that shows how good the writer is" Mc explained showing him their favorite pages, Ike's lips pursed slightly before turning into a wide grin as he took the book from Mc's hand showing them his favorite pages.

"What about you? Did you like the book I gave you?" Mc asks resting their head against his shoulder as he opens the book Mc gave him trailing his fingers across the cover gently.

"Definitely, I usually don't read horror books, but this one is definitely good, I love how it's a mix of horror and fantasy, it definitely gives a lot of fan service while also keeping you on your toes" Ike rambled opening a few marked pages to show mc, telling them of his favorite character as they discuss their books of the week.

"I wanna read something more exciting this time ikey, fantasy or thriller will definitely be great" Mc explains, when Ike passes them a book from the coffee table, Mc opening it and checking the first page humming in satisfaction before grabbing a book from the table and passing it to him.

"Thank you älskling, fairy tail huh? Looks rather exciting" the male hummed happily flipping through a few pages, kissing Mc's forehead gently taking the book in their hand and placing both books on the coffee table.

"What movie shall we watch today? I'm feeling like watching something funny, what about you?" Ike asked, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch and turning the TV on, flipping through the movie list to pick one, Mc hums gently against his shoulder, Ike deciding on a movie, grabbing a blanket from next to him on the couch and covering both him and Mc with it as they both watch the movie together, cuddling close.

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Mysta Rias

• Mysta met Mc when they started working at the shop, he was a regular and noticed when a new employee was at the cashier taking his orders.

• Doesn't really react much at first, as it wasn't really any of his business who worked at the shop, but he'll start to enjoy Mc's presence slowly.

• He insists on only eating whatever Mc made after getting closer to them, as it 'doesn't even compare to anyone else's even if he did eat it before', he'll start to visit even more and now knows Mc's working hours and visits then to enjoy their baking.

• Will be slightly upset and worried when he goes to the shop and doesn't find mc at the cashier, will call them to check up on them after getting their number from another employee who was their friend, buys Mc some stuff and goes to visit them after getting premission from them and their address to spend some time with them.

• He doesn't go out to many places, so he prefers to hang out with Mc at the shop after they finish work.

• He gave Mc a note while he was paying for the pastries he bought, which had his confession, and left the shop in a hurry, Mc passes him the note the next day with a 'yes♡' written on it at the bottom under his confession.

• He takes Mc out to an ice cream place, and they just walk around town while eating ice cream and enjoying their time together.

☀︎︎

Mc sighs in relief stretching their hand, their shoulders cracking as the walk out of the staff room already out of their work clothes, Mysta who was practically bored out of his mind, perked up at the sight of Mc.

The male got up to slump himself over Mc with a small whine, Mc patting his back gently and pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Ready to go baby?" Mc asked gently waving goodbye to their coworker as Mysta grabbed his bag from his table waving towards the worker at the cashier and linking his arm with Mc's with a small hum.

"So what does my sweet darling wanna do? Should we just go home or wanna go out somewhere?" Mc hums out, already thinking of a couple of places they can go, before deciding that home was a better idea when they noticed mysta's expression.

His lips were formed into a pout, eyes blinking slowly which definitely told Mc he was sleepy, his movement slightly sluggish as he was practically slumped forward.

"Home sounds like the better solution right now, as much as I love going out, you look absolutely exhausted baby" Mc mumbled gently patting Mysta's cheek gently the male leaning against their touch.

The male hummed gently in agreement, a small 'thank you' leaving his lips as he and Mc walk home, slowly with his sluggish pace.

Mysta draped himself over Mc's couch the moment they arrive home, eyes shut as he breaths deeply nuzzling against the soft pillows, Mc chuckling softly at him and covering him with a blanket that was on the couch already, kissing his head and moving towards the kitchen.

About two hours later, Mysta is woken up by Mc gently kissing his forehead to wake him up, plates of food in hand as they brush his hair away from his face gently.

"Get up honey, I made you some food, eat and then we sleep together yeah?" Mc hums gently Mysta getting up with a small yawn, hand shaky when he tries to take the spoon from Mc's hand, who shushs him gently and moves the spoon away from his hand and started to feed him slowly.

Mysta hummed gently after he finished his food, leaning against Mc's shoulder as they walk towards the bedroom to sleep, the male falling onto the bed and nuzzling up to the comfortable pillows shivering slightly at the cold sheets.

Mc joins him after changing clothes quickly, pulling the warm blanket over them as Mysta nuzzles into their warm embrace, mc and Mysta fall asleep in each other's arms happily, sharing their warmth that lulls them gently to sleep.

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Vox Akuma

• Vox met Mc for the first time when they came into the shop to buy some pastries, the male as usual a bit of a flirt made some flirtatious comments here and there, Mc giving him a small smile and leaving after taking their order.

• He's absolutely smitten, talks all about it to his coworker shu, who tries to support him somehow, 'Mc is just so UGH' he said slamming his forehead into the wall.

• Loves it whenever Mc visits and will be extremely attentive, even paying for whatever they want, will be so happy when they sit at one of the tables inside the shop and start working on something, he'll check on them every once in a while to make sure they don't need anything.

• Will be very worried when Mc doesn't come at their usual time and comes a few hours later with a red nose and watery eyes as they sneeze, will take Mc to the back and scold them gently giving them some of the medication he had in case he got a tummy ache or felt sick, and will wait until the end of his shift which was in a few minutes, then walks Mc home, will call them for the next couple of days to check up on them until they're fine and healthy.

• He takes Mc to his house to hang out while he bakes sweets, and makes Mc try them, makes a mess of the kitchen when Mc insisted on helping, they'll both be covered in flour by the end of it.

• confessed when Mc was at his house while making sweets together, asks Mc while busying himself in kneading the dough, thankfully he didn't get to see Mc's wide eyed expression as their face slowly turns scarlet red, or Mc would've never heard the end of it.

• He takes Mc out on night or early morning strolls, loves to take them to the park or just chill at his house anywhere is fine as long as they're there.

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" 's too early to go out" Mc mumbles sleepily against vox's chest, said male helping them dress with a gentle coo as he smiles down gently on them, hair pulled back into a ponytail as he wraps his arms around Mc.

"I know baby, I promise you'll love it when you see the sunrise, you don't have to do anything the park is just down the street" the male promises pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead, as he grabs a bag he set on the bed and taking hold of Mc's hand gently pulling them towards the door, it was very early in the morning and Vox thought of how great it would be to watch the sunrise then and there.

Mc whines gently for a bit more before giving up and following vox, who ties their shoes for them with a grin, walking towards the park at the end of the street after.

Vox pulls out two blankets from the bag on his shoulder, placing one on the ground and covering Mc with the other when they sit down, sitting down next to them and pulling the blanket over his shoulders.

Mc nuzzles against Vox's shoulder with a small yawn watching as the dark sky started to turn blue, the sun starting to appear more and more with the passer of time.

Mc breathed deeply as half of the sun rose, the world basking in it's gentle eternal light, Vox's grin growing wider as he wrapped his arm around Mc's shoulder gently.

"It's so pretty isn't it?" Vox hummed gently Mc looking up to watch him looking at them with soft eyes and wide smile.

"Yeah, the sun looks absolutely breathtaking" Mc hummed back, Smile growing on their lips as Vox's grows wider, snickering for a sec before kissing Mc's head.

"As beautiful as the sun is, it'll never look prettier than you under it's glow" the male sighed gently, chuckling when Mc flushed nuzzling against his shoulder knowing how extremely cheesy he sounds.

Vox sighs happily resting his head on top of Mc's, watching the sun rise happily with his own sun by his side.

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Sonny brisko

• Sonny met Mc when he bumped into them while they were opening up the shop, the male in a hurry to get to work apologizing quickly and going on his way, he visits the shop again after his work, and apologizes to Mc once more while ordering some cupcakes with a sheepish smile.

• Feels kinda guilty for bumping into Mc in his hurry and tries to make it up to them with visiting the shop from time to time and buying pastries from the shop for himself and his coworkers sometimes.

• Definitely notices if Mc is the one who made the pastries or someone else, and will compliment it every single time, definitely teases Mc about how red they get.

• Will be slightly surprised when he enters the shop and didn't find Mc at the cashier, will call Mc on his way home after buying some stuff and check up on them, will insist on visiting them the day after and that he'll buy them anything they need.

• Sonny at first didn't really take Mc anywhere as he wasn't that close to them, but with time he started to wait for them and walk home with them, sending them pictures in work with his coworkers, or simply hanging out with them in the park.

• While he and Mc were walking home once, someone randomly ran into Mc making them fall on the ground, Sonny helped Mc and took care of the man who turned out to be a robber, after the incident he visited Mc to check if they were okay and confessed in his panic and worry for their well being, face turns extremely red after.

• Sonny likes to take Mc out to eat, or do domestic things together, go shopping, buy groceries, or go to the fair and play around.

☀︎︎

Sonny yawned gently stretching his arms while getting up from bed, running his fingers through his messy hair with a huff.

The smell of cooking made Sonny hum gently as he walked towards the kitchen lazily, his lips lifting slightly at the form of Mc pulling out batch of fresh cupcakes out of the oven, a smaller pan sizzling with the cooking of an omelette on it.

Sonny hugged Mc from the back making them jump slightly, as he nuzzles into the shoulder mumbling a soft 'good morning', Mc melting against his embrace with a soft chuckle ruffling his hair.

"Morning sonny boy, how are you feeling" Mc kissed the man's forehead gently placing the omelette into a plate while waiting for the cupcakes to cool down.

"Good, hungry too" Sonny sighed gently and nuzzling more against Mc who ushered him gently towards the dining table to sit down, placing breakfast Infront of him with a gentle hum.

Sonny started eating as soon as Mc sat down on their chair next to him, taking a sip of the coffee Mc made for him.

"Where shall we go today? We both have the day off, we should use that chance and go out somewhere" Mc asked eating a strawberry from the plate full of fruits, Sonny hummed in thought eating a bite of his sandwich, he was feeling rather lazy today, and going to bed again after breakfast sounded like a very good plan.

"We should stay home, and nap I'm still really sleepy" Sonny hummed, stretching his hands over his head with another yawn, Mc ruffling his hair gently with a soft chuckle.

"Sleep does sound like a good plan" Mc aggred starting to gather the empty plates sonny taking them from Mc's hand and placing them in the sink, and starting to wash them, Mc drying the plates.

Sonny was in bed again after half an hour nuzzling against the pillows, Mc next to them as they watched animal videos chuckling every once in a while.

And to the soft sound of Mc's chuckles, Sonny falls into peaceful deep slumber, happy and content.

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Alban Knox

• Alban met Mc on their first day of work, they were a new employee on their first day of work, the male deciding to help them around as there weren't alot of people working on the shop.

• He thought Mc was extremely nice, and loved how shy they were around everyone, he also admired how diligent they were while working and how much of a fast learner they were.

• Makes Mc cookies all the time, and treats them to his special pastries when they come over and play rhythm games together, loves eating Mc's cooking especially it makes him feel extremely happy and warm.

• Noticed how was Mc was starting to show sickness from the day before, and excused them from work, will visit them after work and will makes soup for them and spend some time with them watching a movie hoping to make them feel better.

• Mostly hangs out with Mc at his house or shopping together, doesn't like eating out much since Mc makes lunch for them anyways, they also hang out in the staff room during break and eat snacks.

• Once they were watching a movie at Alban's house, the movie was extremely sad with the two main love interests dying, after the movie Alban turned to Mc with teary eyes and confessed and hugged Mc after they said yes.

• Likes to take mc out to extremely random places he saw online, doesn't have any sort of routine at all, just as long as Mc's with him he's fine with it.

☀︎︎

Alban held Mc's hand gently leading them through a grassy field, the fabric covering their eyes doing nothing to less their worries.

It started when suddenly Alban popped up at the shop after their working hours, insisting that he made them a great surprise and that they need to come with him, after walking for some time he covered their eyes with a bandana he had in his pocket.

They have been walking for about 5 minutes, and Mc was begining to whine, wanting to know why their eyes were covered for so long, Alban chuckled and assured mc with a pat that they'd arrive in about two more minutes.

When they finally arrive at Alban takes the blindfold off Mc's face, they gasp suddenly at the sight infornt of them, eyes taking in the white blanket thrown over a few tree branches, two small beanbags pushed next to each other with pillows on them, a projector infornt of the beanbags, a small blanket with a bowl full of popcorn and a few other plates of food on it.

Alban throws his arm over Mc's shoulder with a happy grin, feeling extremely proud of himself, Mc pinching his cheeks with a pout.

"It's beautiful Alban, thank you but you didn't have to blindfold me for so long" Mc huffed moving to take a seat on the comfy beanbag, Alban trailing after them with a pout and big eyes rubbing his sore cheek.

"It wouldn't have been a surprise if I didn't" the male whined throwing himself against Mc's side who sighed and kissed his head ruffling his hair gently.

"Thank you for the surprise baby, what movie are we watching though?" Mc asked placing their head on top of Alban's who turned on the projector and showed them the movies on his laptop a grin growing on his face when he showed Mc their favorite movie.

"Your favourite!" Alban says excitedly turning on the movie with an excited hum placing his laptop next to him, and nuzzling into Mc's shoulder while watching the movie.

The two sat under the stars watching the movie together, feeling happier than ever, since they were together.

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noirvette · 1 year

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main 3 + butters! gen dating headcanons!!

notes: gender neutral reader!! first ever official post too omg kinda (very) nervous ........... if it's ooc mb guys :( Aged up characters!! Highschool au kinda thing

♡ STAN MARSH

Definitely thought about asking you out super suavely but then Kyle said something about how he'd manage to screw it up so he decided to not do that.

Since he's not going like all out for a confession of any sorts, he would simply wait near your locker at the end of the day until you got to it

As you're leaving he runs up to you and asks to walk you home. It's on that walk home that he builds up the courage for a confession

Hypes himself up as he's walking but he's actually talking out loud so you know he's about to ask you out

Tell him that you heard him hype himself up after you accept his confession and he gets so embarrassed what a cutie.

Now for when you guys ARE together bahahaha.

Sends you tiktoks at like 3am and you wake up to your alarm to find 78 texts from him and they're all tiktok links. The captions are either "this is so you lol" "babe.. this is so us" or just "real".

On the whole texting thing, a red flag of his is his dry ass text responses . Unfortunately don't expect a lot of words coming from him, he might get better at it during the relationship or if you say something to him, but really he'd prefer facetime or calling.

Personally I see him using snapchat a lot? Likes how quick of an update in life the app sort've is, so expect snaps throughout the school day if you guys don't have classes together. Expect a lot of snaps from him at football practice or something too.

Would LOVE for you to meet his parents, mom, Sharon. Randy is.. special in his eyes and would rather just talk to you beforehand about how his dad is rather than you meeting Randy face first.

Shelly goes two ways, either she does not care that her brother is dating someone, or she immediately pulls you from Stan to gossip about him.

FOREHEAD KISSES!! SLAMS FIST ON TABLE

Stan isn't a whole big fanatic of pda, but a quick forehead kiss or just rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while holding hands when you guys are out is top tier affection for him.

In private though? He is not letting you go. Kisses or cuddling, any sort of skin contact is good for him. Even if it's not technically skin contact and you guys are just in the same room, his eyes are ON you and they are giving major heart eyes.

Gives you his jersey to wear for football games and he'll point you out in the crowd anytime he scores. If South Park wins expect him to buy you food to celebrate. If South Park loses expect him to buy you food to "console" you on the loss (he's sad about the loss but doesn't want you to think that he's sad)

Is the big spoon normally when cuddling but there are rare occurrences where he's the little spoon, like for example he's extremely tired or if he's upset. Don't talk about him being the little spoon though, his pride may get hurt a bit over it.

Isn't the best at consoling you if you're sad, so what he'll do is listen to what your issues are, order food, and binge movies with you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

FREAKED about asking you out bro. He is thinking of every possibly way you could reject him and every possibly way you could accept him.

He hasn't had the best luck with dating and so he might be the type to prefer you to ask him out first.

However? If he overhears you telling a friend about your crush on him? His self confidence just got a major boost and he's asking you out the second your next class with him is (so long as Cartman isn't also in that class).

Otherwise, I could see him show up with flowers to your house and a simple like "Dinner? Maybe? Us? Alone? Saturday? 7pm?" He phrases each word as a question like he isn't sure about it.

I also feel like Kyle isn't a "good" texter and is another one who prefers calling or facetime. However unlike Stan who just can't text for his life, Kyle just likes seeing your face.

Like Kyle can text he just views it as somewhat annoying to do? Like if he wanted your attention on something he'd rather talk to you. Text reminds you dates though.

Uses pet names but only in private, unless it's to get your attention. If you're zoned out he calls out a quick "Hey! Babe!" and boom your eyes are on him.

Doesn't like over the top pet names and gets genuinely disgusted if you start calling him "sugar plum" or "honey bear" even if it's a joke.

Loves study dates, it's like his go to type of date. Even if it's not for the same class, just really likes studying with you. I can also see him "teaching" you what he's studying to help him learn better, this works especially well if it's about a class you're not taking.

Another guy who isn't a big fan on pda, might throw an arm over your shoulder when walking in the hallways to just have you close by him but don't really expect any affection in school.

Because of that one basketball episode (and how often the boys play basketball throughout the seasons at the park), Kyle is definitely on the basketball team and like Stan, has given you his jersey. He gets all red and proud if he sees you wearing it at his games.

Jealousy is rough with him. He often gets jealous and it stems primarily from his own insecurities, not because he doesn't trust you. He 100% does trust you, but the fact he's never had a full on official relationship kind of worries him that you'll realize he isn't the type of guy to be a boyfriend and that freaks him out so he just gets jealous at guys who spend too much time with you.

Reassuring him with cuddles or quality time or just being WITH him let's him know you aren't going anywhere.

Meeting his parents is HUGE to him. Family means a lot for Kyle, this is mainly targeted towards his mom and his brother.

His mother honestly make take time to get to liking you. She may initially think you're not good enough for Kyle or you're a hinderance for him but she comes around QUICKLY once she realizes how happy Kyle is with you and really that's all the confirmation she needs to know you're a good person for him.

I feel like his dad just, accepts you right off the bat, like "Oh hey Kyle who is this?" "My partner, dad." "You got someone to date you? Damn." And he just nods at you and you're good.

Ike loves you, like boom "Hi! I'm Ike!". If Kyle is dating you and Kyle trusts you than immediately so does Ike. Expect Ike to steal Kyle's phone just to text you. Also please just download roblox to play with him, he may never let you go after that though.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Wasn't a whole lot of preplanning when he asked you out. Honestly he just goes for it.

Wasn't a big spectacle when he asked you out. Was sort've nonchalant about it but in a suave way (Stan wishes he could be like this).

Definitely geeked about it when alone in his room though. Karen walked by his room seeing him dance around and knew that you said yes. (Kenny has most definitely raved about you to Karen).

Considering his family's income he probably is the type to just take you out on a naturistic date. Like walking in the park, maybe a small picnic, nothing fancy or extravagant, but domestic and homey.

Compared to the other two, Kenny is HUGE on pda. Hand holding, kisses, bear hugs, etc. he has made that school KNOW you guys are together, from day one.

His eyes are on you the second you step into the room and they are not off of you until he cannot physically see you anymore. You are like the light of his world.

I feel as if late night drives with him are another type of date for you two. He's fixed up that beat up truck in his yard and then just drives you to a special spot he knows on a cliff overlooking South Park and you guys just hang out up there for hours, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or just simple driving around.

Lets you take aux ALWAYS, doesn't matter if you're not in the passenger seat, aux always gets handed to you.

Texts you all the time. Maybe not all the time but you get me. He's also a multiple texts in a row rather than the one text containing all of what he wants to say.

Spams "Baby, babe, hun, baby, baby, babe" a bunch of times till either you respond or he figures you're busy and then gets to what he's meaning to tell you.

Instagram feed is you two on dates among other things that he does (like pics of himself or with the other guys). You take up most of his feed though.

Doesn't get jealous actually, he's pretty secure in your guys' relationship, however if someone is clearly bothering you and you look like you're pretty uncomfortable, Kenny is punch first ask questions last because now he's running away with you in his arms.

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Was a nervous WRECK to ask you out :(

He, thanks to Kenny's advice, stopped you in the hallway before lunch to ask you out. and he was so red. Let him get his whole confession out to you though, he has a lot of sweet words to say about you.

Insert Glue Song by beabadoobee the entire time he's confessing to you, he's definitely tangled in love, stuck by you (haha).

Accept him and he's showing you off immediately to his friends. (Cue in Cartman who actually is just shocked, like... flabbergasted).

He goes all out for your guys' dates. Dinner, park/walk, full on research mode on how to have the world's most perfect date.

Gets grounded because he walked you home and now he walked into his own house late (I hate his parents).

Does not blame you!! Blames himself for not rushing home :(, tell him it wasn't his fault either.

Gets nervous with pda but loves it!! He's so willing to kiss you or hold hands, you may have to initiate it though, he doesn't want to screw up so he's incredibly awkward the first few times you do any sort of pda.

At carnivals he tries and wins you any stuffed animal he sees but in the end he fails at the rigged carnival games, you may have to drag him away or he'll be in debt from trying to win you things.

Buys things for you as gifts that remind him of you. Like he may just be window shopping or with his mom helping her out as she shops and he sees something on a shelf and immediately it makes him think of you so he HAS to get it.

Makes you things too, (y'all remember that episode where he made paper cutouts for stan's gang? yeah i do), like has made birthday cards, holiday cards, etc completely by hand for you. Made you a paper cut out of the two of you guys holding hands.

When he finally brings you around his parents his parents are also in disbelief. Now that they know he's dating, they're a bit more lenient on his groundings (still hate his parents).

Likes to fall asleep on call with you, you guys gave a routine that at 9pm if you guys are both home, you call each other to just fall asleep, you may not even talk once the call starts, just sleep.

AHHHH hahhaahah, thanks for reading my first post!! oh em gee i was so nervous writing this and now im even more nervous to post!! if you guys would like me to expand upon any of these headcanons or do another part (with one or all) lmk!!

#stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mccormick headcanons #butters stotch headcanons #south park headcanons

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holdinbacksecrets · 25 days

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𓏸𓂃boyfriend things╰𓏸 collecting at the seams

◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt enthusiasts ⊹◞✿

♡his date couldn’t have fun without alcohol. she held a drink in her hand on the dance floor, closing her eyes instead of looking at him. he felt lost beneath the lights and bothered by the booming bass. the whole scene made him think of you: you could dance all night hyped up on love, herbal tea, and moonlight melodies

♡she’s wearing heels and a long, silky dress that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. her beauty is undeniable. she sends him a compliment when they meet beside his passenger door. his smile is shallow, but she doesn’t know him well enough to realize. he misses your dirty converse on the dashboard and the golden anklets you’d mindlessly trace with your eyes cast on the city passing by

♡she doesn’t want any part of her body to touch the grass during a date in the park. he walks beside her with a blanket in hand and a tote bag over his shoulder filled with food and sparkling cider. he thinks of you running barefoot in the grass, holding up baggy jean shorts, wearing a t-shirt so worn holes are collecting at the seams. itchy legs stain the evening—they’re worth it. any slip in your mood was healed by bare skin meeting the earth

♡he doesn’t want a plan. he wants to lay in bed for hours, brushed by sunshine with your legs covering his stomach. he wants to kiss you and admire the swell that finds your lips, get lost in your laughter when you try to leave to finish his cake. this new girl…this woman who isn’t you… shouldn’t be here, not today. not the day that’s missing all the hearts you would’ve drawn on the calendar—setting it up to create so much love

♡it’s wrong to lead someone on. it’s wrong to take what you need and nothing beyond, but it’s easy to convince himself the actions are ok when she wants him too. when she wants whatever warmth he can possibly bring into her life, even if it’s shallow. but there’s a giant you-shaped void in his heart that keeps him distant, that makes it impossible to ever rest her cheek on his chest, kiss the spot below his ear, or wear the clothes to the right of his long sleeves in the closet

♡he doesn’t know how many more ways he can ask you to try again. how many more ways he can hope there’s flexibility in the title of friend. it hurts to recognize the details and be confused by the big picture because it’s you but cloaked in mystery, cloaked in this declaration of your evolution into a person who’s trying to forget that he hurt you, instead of telling him you hate what he did. he doesn’t know how many more ways he vocalize it’s ok if you say it. it’s ok if you hate him. it’s ok if you’re embarrassed by the falling apart you did behind closed doors because he didn’t have to witness the scene to know it happened—to see where you’re still bruised. it’s ok that he fucking mattered. it’s ok that you let yourself love. you still deserve it. it’s ok to be confused if you still only want it with him

♡he’d be embarrassed if you saw him with her on his arm because you’d see it. the loneliness he’s dripping. it shifts the air around him, and you’re the only one who can collect it in your hands and sculpt something beautiful. but you wouldn’t judge him for wrapping the feeling around someone new, and that only makes him feel worse

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen blurbs #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #bts scenarios #bts blurbs #bts imagines #bts angst #nct scenarios #nct blurbs #nct imagines #nct angst

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mncxbe · 9 months

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Are you taking requests? If not, ignore this.

If so, could I request Dazai x Reader where the reader's ability is to go unnoticed? Not invisible, but no matter what they do, they're ignored, and no one even acknowledges they exist.

If that's too specific, sorry

I just need some Dazai content, but I'll be fine if you skip over this

Hello hello don't worry about it being specific dear I really loved your idea. In this the reader is Dazai's girlfriend and she can control her ability but doesn't want to deactivate it. I hope you like this piece. Enjoy reading♡

4:06♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ slice of life

"Don't you ever get tired of following me all the time?" asked Dazai.

He was walking down the wide alley that overlooked the sea in Yamashita park, hand gliding along the frosted railing. The sky was a stale grey. A few days have passed since New Year's eve and the fizzy magic of winter was starting to fade away as people returned to their jobs. It was the middle of the day and the street was almost vacant.

"You know I could never get tired of you" Dazai could hear the click of your lighter.

"And I see you'll never stop smoking either" he chuckled lightly, finally turning to face the sea as he rested his forearms on the metal railing.

"You know me" you beamed, copying his position.

Dazai needn't see your face to know that you bore that dreamy look on your face. He was well accustomed to all your expressions and mannerisms: the way you'd hold your cigarette between your index and middle finger, the inner side of your wrist slightly turned upwards, the smile that curled your lips right before stepping next to him in a crowd on people in attempt to surprise him; the inevitable shadow of longing in your eyes.

He's had more than ten years to study, observe and learn everything about you by heart. And so did you. You were the only person who truly knew him, who's been by his side through all those years. He was probably the only one who knew you at all.

Your ability allowed you to go unnoticed, which meant that no one actually acknowledged your presence. You could be right in front of a group of people and they wouldn't even see you, their gazes sliding past you as if you were a mere plastic wrapper. Thanks to his ability, Dazai was the only one who knew of your existence.

"Did you miss me, Osamu?" you asked in a playful voice, your head tilting to the side and you inhaled your first smoke.

"You know I did, Y/N. I always do"

And he wasn't lying. He's gotten so used to your constant presence that whenever you were gone it felt like a vital part of him was missing. But you'd always return days, weeks or months later with the same smile on your face.

For a while, when things were tough, Dazai actually throught you were his guardian angel, a being sent from heavens to watch over him. After all, how could you have found your way back to him weeks after he left his hometown and came to Yokohama, or during the days following his departure from the Mafia? But no, you were no angel. Your skin was warm; a heart was beating in your chest and that was proof enough that you were real.

The man finally tilted his head to the side, taking in your figure: you haven't changed at all since the last time he saw you.

"Well, did you miss me too?" he asked in plain voice.

Your gaze followed a stray seagull that flew past the high masts before meeting his. Dazai inhaled sharply as his eyes darter around your face. Your emotions seemed to live just below the surface of your skin, the intensity of your gaze completely disarming him.

Your lips quivered, fingers squeezing the filter of your cigarette. "Of course I missed you." you said in a low voice.

Just then, silvery flakes began falling from the puffy clouds. They fell lightly upon your mahogany hair, catching the shallow light of the sun; you glimmered like a jewel.

Almost mechanically one of Dazai's hands cupped one of your pink stained cheeks in a gesture of familiar affection, the touch burning your frozen skin. You were there, you were back. And you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes.

His heart started beating faster when you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him into a gentle hug which he quickly returned. It was hard for him to admit how much he missed the comfort of your embrace, that each part of him felt that he belonged in your arms. Hugging you felt like coming home.

"Hey, Dazai" you whispered against the crook of his neck "Is it okay if I stay with you for a while?"

"You still gotta ask?" he responded with a chuckle. "Didn't I already give you a key to my apartment?"

"You did, but I didn't wanna barge in." you said as you pulled away from him, leaving him yearning for your touch.

"Nah, don't worry about it." Dazai winked at you playfully, causing a smile to rise to your lips for a brief moment. Then you returned to watching the sea.

The water always mirrored the sky and during winter, its hues of inky blue and green were replaced by a vast body of grey that stretched towards the horizon. Pearly waves shimmered in the sun as they rolled closer to the shore.

"I was actually thinking of staying for longer now. If you'll have me" you unexpectedly confessed.

The former mafioso knew what you were proposing: to live together like any normal couple. Except you were no regular couple. A grin stretched his frostbitten lips as he recalled the last time the two of you tried to move in together.

Whenever one of his friends came over he would wander around the apartment with a dazed look on his face.

"You got a girlfriend or something? And you didn't tell me?" he'd ask in a condescending tone, pointing at the clothes and other objects scattered around the apartment. Naturally, he wanted to introduce you, to show you off to his friends but you just wouldn't agree to show yourself. And so, to spare himself the trouble, Dazai played it off by saying that he had a one night stand the previous day.

He knew he couldn't go through that again but he also wasn't willing to let you go this time. No, not again. Taking a deep breath he closed the distance between you and took one of your hands in his.

"Y/N. I'm only going to let you stay if you're gonna stay for good. I'm done playing around like this. I don't wanna go to bed each night wondering if you'll come home tomorrow or not, I'm sick of that. I want you in my life and not just as a ghost. I want you to show yourself to the world, to meet my friends and do all the normal stuff couples do. It's either that or you have a week until you leave."

It took all the courage he had in himself to muster up those words. For so many years he didn't know how to say these things to you so he felt relieved that he finally managed to. But now, anxiety rooted itself in his heart as he watched your expressions for any changes.

You giggled lightly, flicking the bud into the sea of grey with the grace of a practiced gesture. "I didn't take you as a man who gave ultimatums, darling. But I'll stay."

Your hearfelt words made your partner's knees wobble in relief.

"It'll be a bit hard for you to step back into the world but we'll take it slow and we'll figure it out together, okay?" he asked with a wide smile on his face as he cupped both your cheeks with his hands.

You gave him a reassuring nod, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. It was electrifying, like being struck by thunder. Dazai's digits peeled away from your frozen visage only after your lips parted.

"Well then I guess it's settled. Let's go home, you must be freezing" he said as he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and for the first time in many years you stopped using your ability.

You actually felt no different than before. If it hadn't been for the gaping mouth of a teenage boy that passed by you, you wouldn't have realized that you weren't unnoticed anymore.

"See, my belladonna. You've been hiding this pretty face of yours for too long."

A rosy blush tinted your cheeks upon hearing Dazai's words. Hand in hand, you strode off the alley; enveloped in a drizzle of snowflakes. You were going home.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #dazai x fem reader #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n

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empresskylo · 2 years

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𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you became friends with eddie almost a year ago. it wasn’t until after summer break that you realized just how attractive he was. during a hellfire meeting, you two are left alone, and his usual sassy remarks leave you blushing like an idiot instead of throwing sarcasm right back at him. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— no protection, sex in public𝐰𝐜 | 2.9 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | might write some hopper stuff next

*•.¸♡masterlist*•.¸♡ao3 *•.¸♡twt

It took you until senior year to realize you had feelings for Eddie Munson.

Starting at Hawkin’s as the new kid halfway through junior year made you somewhat of an outcast. You never really found a group of your own. You often sat alone at lunch and roamed the halls by yourself with headphones in.

It wasn’t until Eddie approached you one day that you found an amazing circle of friends.

He had been trying to get more people to join Hellfire, but it was proving difficult. He had spotted you digging through your locker, headphones in, bag slouched over your shoulder, and your hair a right mess. You had not been feeling school the past few weeks. It had been rough being alone.

“Hey,” he called to you. You hadn’t heard him so he waved his hand in front of you, making you jump. You looked up at him from your locker and took your headphones off and let them rest around your neck.

“What?” You asked somewhat aggressively.

“Hey, hey, I’m not here to steal your lunch money,” he teased, putting his hands up in surrender. When that didn’t even get a smirk out of you, he continued on, “Okay… Anyways… want to join an epic club full of fantasy, battles, unrequited love, and angry name calling?”

His energy level was way too high for 9 in the morning. You stared at him blankly, “Wha… This is a club?”

He leaned against the lockers and fiddled with his rings. “I might have led on a little strong. It’s a DnD club. We’re short a member for our next campaign.”

“Why do you want me to join?”

His lips pursed as he blatantly tried to think of a reason beyond you being someone that he had yet to ask and so far everyone else has shut him down—he was running out of options.

“No one else will join, huh?” You asked before he could rattle off some stupid lie. You actually smirked at this, finding this whole interaction confusing and amusing. Eddie had trouble reading you, so he slowly nodded his head, tentative about where this was heading.

“Okay.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll join your dweeby club.”

He feigned hurt as his hand came up and gripped his heart. “I’ll have you know, only the most chivalrous and righteous students are allowed to join the club!”

“Mhm.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He smiled, appreciating how you managed to match his energy while still appearing indifferent and disinterested.

“We meet when the sun braces it’s heart for the moon to stampede over—“

“Just tell me an actual time.”

He grinned, observing your stoic expression for a moment before answering you. “Three.”

“Alright. I’ll see you then for the promised angry name-calling.”

He smirked as he watched you walk away.

That was towards the end of junior year and you soon blossomed into a friendly relationship with Eddie and his friends. You didn’t see him much over the summer, so when school started again in September, you were surprised at how long his hair got.

He spotted you in the parking lot and hopped over to you, draping an arm around your shoulder. “Where have you been hiding all summer? Your parents finally let you live out your reclusive life in a hobbit hole?”

You rolled your eyes, looking up at him as you walked. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually missed your annoying voice.”

He pulled away from you and began to walk like a victorious king. “My life’s mission is complete, I’ve finally gotten you to say something nice to me.” He jumped in front of you and began to walk backwards as he spoke. “Are you starting to actually like me?” He gasped.

You noticed the way his arms seemed more toned and his stature was slightly larger. His hair had grown and he seemed to have let his stubble grow in ever so slightly. You felt your breath get hitched in your throat as you realized how attractive Eddie really was.

“Yeah, yeah,” you played, smiling at him.

A few weeks had passed and you found yourself getting nervous around Eddie. What was happening to you? Suddenly the way he spoke gave you chills instead of annoying you and when he would drape his arms around you, it made your skin burn. Were you seriously falling for him?

You tried to shove these feelings down, you couldn’t ruin the best friendship you’d formed in years. You saw the type of girls Eddie liked, and it certainly wasn’t you. You wouldn’t let this ruin your friendship with him.

It was late and you sat in front of a table, cards, and dice sprawled out on it as you played DnD as a group. After almost two hours, people began to leave. You and Eddie had ended up staying, both of you wanting to work out a way to win the campaign.

“See you guys tomorrow.” One of your friends waved as he left. It was just you and Eddie now, sat in the dark room, looming over the game board. You began arguing about the game, rolling your eyes at him as you always did. He was so fucking cocky, it drove you mad. He wouldn’t admit that he was wrong and you were right with the strategy you should take.

“Fuck you,” you cursed at him, reaching down to grab your bag. You would certainly get a migraine if you stayed any longer to fight with Eddie.

Seeing the genuine frustration on your face, he wanted to bring you both back to reality, so he made a joke. ��I mean, you could if you wanted.”

You looked up at him and he was wiggling his eyebrows. The way the light cast harsh shadows along his face made your heart pound. It only made him more attractive. Normally, you’d spit back a sarcastic remark, but looking up to meet his gaze had caught you off guard. After not saying anything back, you felt a blush creep up on your cheeks.

Eddie noticed your sudden flustered face and felt his own cheeks heat up. He cleared his throat, looking back down at the board and shoving the dice into a small bag.

You set your backpack down on the chair next to you, your anger from earlier washing away, and you started to help him clean up. In the silence, he began to hum. What was it? A Stone’s song maybe. It made you smile.

God, what was this boy doing to you?

You watched him shimmy around as he cleaned up, shoving things messily into a cardboard box that held all your pieces.

He could feel you watching him and he looked up. “Like what you see?” He teased.

You did, actually. You looked down to push the chairs into the table. “So, what if I did?” Your voice was quiet, making it pretty blatant that you weren’t entirely joking.

You realized your mistake and tried to laugh it off as you edged closer to him, tucking the remaining chairs into the table. When you looked up, Eddie was just staring at you. Your laugh died as you looked back into his eyes. Your hands gripped the table in front of you, his hands dangerously close to yours. As if you both could sense the close proximity of your fingers, you simultaneously looked down. His fingers ever so slightly edged closer to yours, just barely brushing your own. You felt your breath stop in your throat as you nervously looked up at him. His own heart was pounding loudly in his ears as he looked into your shadowed eyes.

In a sudden burst of movement, Eddie stepped into you, his hand grabbing your cheek. You stumbled back against the table, your hands catching you as Eddie almost pressed himself completely against you. You could hear yourself breathing loudly as Eddie’s face hovered only inches from yours. “Can I—?” He started to ask, breathlessly.

You nodded your head, probably a bit too eagerly, and he wasted no time crashing his lips onto yours. His free hand found your hip and he pulled you towards him so your bodies lay flat against one another. Your hands gripped his shirt, trying to steady yourself, Eddie’s towering body pushed into you making you lose your balance. You whispered his name into the kiss, causing him to pull away. His eyes searched yours. Neither of you said a word, but for once, Eddie could read you. Your walls had been ripped down, your emotions laid bare on your face. He could see the way you looked at him with intense lust. And he looked at you with so much pent-up feelings; he had liked you since your first encounter. You hadn’t left his mind since that day.

His lips were back on yours and you heard him groan into the kiss. You felt a tingle slide up your thighs in response. Eddie gripped your hips with both his hands and sat you up on the table. Your legs opened so he could get close to you again, your lips never breaking.

Your hands squeezed his shirt, then roamed his chest, feeling his tone torso under his Hellfire shirt. Eddie’s own hands were placed on either side of your face, pulling you into him. One of his hands slid around to the back of your head, his fingers getting tangled in your hair. The kiss was hungry and sloppy, both of you not able to touch one another quite enough.

His fingers slid down your body now, resting at the hem of your shirt. He broke the kiss slightly to look at you, silently asking permission to take this further and tear your shirt off. You lifted up your arms in response and Eddie gave you a devious grin.

His eyes traced along your chest, the dim lighting creating intoxicating shadows and highlights along your curves.

You saw him gulp as his hands reached out and squeezed your breasts. You felt your eyes flutter as he did, which only turned him on more. You could see the tent in his pants and you desperately wanted to help him with that.

You tugged at Eddie’s shirt and his hands reluctantly came away from their spot on your chest to rip his own shirt off, flinging it off to the side. You almost licked your lips as you eyed his tattooed chest.

He was back in between your legs, kissing your neck. You pulled your bra straps down and his hand sneaked up your back and unclipped it. His lips quickly came down to your exposed chest and gently sucked at one of your nipples. Your head flew back and you thought about how insane all this was. You had so much desire building up for Eddie, a desire you never thought would be returned; so when you both saw it in one another, you had no time to take things slow. Maybe you both were a bit nervous the other would realize their mistake and change their mind, so if you just kept pulling at one another, maybe you’d stay, and maybe he’d want you back.

He released your nipple and left it glistening. Your hands began to fiddle with his belt and he helped, pushing his tight jeans off.

You grabbed the waistband of his boxers, his stance between your legs not budging. “Eddie, I want to—“ Your voice was much softer than usual, Eddie really liked it. He understood that you were asking him to move so you could get down on your knees and take him in your mouth. And, yes, that sounded heavenly, but Eddie had other plans for this moment.

“No. I…” His eyes traced your frame, up to your swollen lips. “I want to be inside you... Can I…?”

You gulped and nodded your head. He quickly tore your shorts off your legs, your underwear sliding off with them. He needily kissed you again, grinding his hips against yours. You felt his hard length against your lower stomach as he did. He pushed down his boxers, unable to bother pulling them off completely and lined himself up with you. His forehead rested against yours as he looked down, his hand guiding his tip that was already soaked in precum against your entrance.

His eyes glanced at your own, making sure you still wanted this. You were practically begging him. Finally, he painfully slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped in unison. When you took him in completely you were shocked at how big he was. He let you adjust to his size before you whined. He felt his heart flip at your need. He began to move in and out of you, going slow and gentle. He grunted in your ear as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the table so he could get a better angle. Your hands clawed at his tanned back, stifling moans against his shoulder.

“Please,” he painted. “Let me hear you.” His voice was shaky and barely above a whisper, his hot breath tickling your ear. When he began to pick up speed, you let a moan pool off your lips. Eddie looked at you, his pupils blown, and kissed you, swallowing the noises you kept making.

His weight on you pushed you back so you were laying on top of your game board, his arm holding him above you on the table. Your hands snaked down to his lower back and pulled him towards you, wanting him to hit you harder. So he did. His thrusts were deep and strong now, the table’s legs dragging against the floor with each pump.

You weren’t used to Eddie not talking for this long, which surprised you. You thought he’d be more vocal. And Eddie would have, except for the fact that he was so focused on you and being inside you, this entire line of events leaving him stumped and shocked. His brain was mush as you filled his every sense, he couldn’t form real sentences even if he wanted to.

His head collapsed into your neck, your hair ticking his nose, and his moans coming out much louder now. You could tell he was getting close.

“Fuck,” he dragged out when you bucked your hips up to meet his.

His hand came up to the side of your face as he slid in and out of you. “God—Fuck—Jesus Christ—“ he blabbered aimlessly into your ear, his words muffled. You mewled in response, bucking your hips up again, allowing him to hit you as deep as possible. “Eddie,” you shallowly breathed.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as he began to thrust in unsteady and chaotic beats. Your voice was enough to push him over the edge. You let out a rather loud moan involuntarily when his hand began to move against your clit. That finished him. Eddie growled lowly against you as he came inside. His thrusts were erratic and messy as he continued to pump his seed inside you. His fingers never stopped moving against your clit, your walls tightening around his cock as you began to orgasm. He groaned as he felt you twitch and squeeze around his cock, dragging his high out as he emptied himself in several more messy thrusts. Your nails had dug into Eddie’s back, sure to leave red marks. As Eddie slowed, your shaking legs began to calm. He stopped rubbing you as your orgasm floated into hazy ecstasy in your body.

His weight was heavy on top of you as you both laid there out of breath. You could feel liquid pool out of you and down your thigh. Eddie looked up at you, his face bright red and forehead sweaty, smirking his stupid smirk at you.

“Shut up,” you said, giving his chest a push so he’d get off of you. He leaned in closer and you felt yourself go shy again. He placed a kiss on your pouting lips before sliding out of you and standing up.

He extended his hand and helped pull you up and off the table. You turned around to look at the mess you had both just made.

“We should definitely do that again.” His voice was back to its self-assured tone. You turned around, shielding your body from his eyes as you picked your clothes up off the ground.

“You should be so lucky,” you teased.

He smiled as he watched you, suddenly shy as he glazed over your exposed body.

“Shit. Where’s my shirt?” You cursed. God, the lighting in there sucked.

A soft material collided with your back and you turned to catch it. It was Eddie’s Hellfire shirt.

You couldn’t help but blush as you slid it on over your head, it smelt like his cologne.

When you two were dressed, you walked out with his arm draped around you—but it felt different this time.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked, referring to his shirtless torso.

“Not if you keep me warm.” That earned an eye roll from you. How many have you done that tonight?

As you walked out of the club room, Eddie laughed. “That’s gonna be a hard one to explain tomorrow when someone inevitably finds your shirt.”

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bl00dst41ned · 9 months

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'*•.¸♡ love songs (jude edition) ♡¸.•*'

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

summary: in which i describe a relationship with your favs using songs

author's note: first time I ever write for Jude, hehe my second baby

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how you guys meet

The Night Is Still Young - Nicki Minaj

You two met at a club during New year's night. His friend group and yours all came together in their VIP section and partied until the sun rose. You and Jude instantly clicked, drinking shots and getting to know each other. In your drunkenness, you all managed to exchange numbers to keep in contact and hang out in the future.

how the relationship grew to become official

You - Lloyd & Lil Wayne

Through text messages and phone calls, Jude found in you a confidante. He would talk to you about any and everything, his problems and his feelings. He would even call for you at your window to go on a walk in the night or chill in the car. Well, yours, since he did not have one. And during these nights, he would vent to you and you would too. After a few weeks, during one of you lot's parked car convo sessions, he confessed how he felt for you, ending in a make out session between the two of you.

how to describe the relationship

No Air - Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown

You two, as a couple, were inseparable. Wherever he was, you were, and vice versa. It felt like you could not breathe if you were more than 3 meters apart. Which sickened your entourage. You were always hugging, kissing or touching one another in some way.

how is Jude in the relationship

Snooze - SZA

In the relationship, Jude was very much the clingy one. You became an essential person in his life and one of those he trusted and loved the most. Sometimes you would be surprised at how obsessed he could be. Jude seemed amazed by you and everything you did. Cooking, singing or even just sitting on your phone. He would look at you with glossy eyes, not believing a girl like you was his girlfriend.

how are you in the relationship

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN & Sia

You and Jude would always support one another, especially you. His career was a lot to endure for him, from the stress of games and supporters' harsh comments. In his moments of doubt, you were always here to cheer him up and remind him of his worth.

like, repost and suggest other celebs (hope you enjoyed it besties)

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#jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanon #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham imagine #written by bl00dst41ned

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yourstrulyaiko · 1 year

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o𓆩♡𓆪 NOSY HUSBAND PT. 2 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! husband! bakugou katsuki! x wife! fem! reader

જ about; as usual, your nosy boyfriend, now, husband is still nosy but now your children who has no filter are now involved in his indulgence of juicy gossip.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, cute bakugou children and fluff.

જ author's note; unedited.

People knew you and Bakugou in your workplace.

He was always your plus one during office parties,

That means, he's sniffing drama whenever you two attend. His ears are pulsing trying to pick up crumbs of office drama,

Then you point out Aiko in the crowd and Yuto on the other side far away from his now ex-wife.

You and him are gossiping in the corner, sipping on some non-alcoholic drinks

But you offered some champagne because it fits the atmosphere.

So, here you are and your boyfriend, whispering about your theories on what possibly could happen next.

Anyways, a few years later you and Bakugou got engaged then married.

It was simple and beautiful ceremony but it was something more than you could ask for.

Now, you might think your husband who is now 24 year old man, interest in gossip would eventually dissipate.

Nope. He's just as interested in some petty office gossip as ever.

You come home from working all day; sometimes he greets you because he's been home all day, sometimes you greet him because you get home before he does or he finds you already asleep.

There's kiss shared between you and then you ask him if he wants to know about what happened in the office today over dinner.

Katsuki rolls his eyes and says obviously.

Well, a new arc has been introduced.

You two are having a baby!

When your baby was born, it's twins.

He's made it habit to go for a walk in the park with both of your baby strapped to his chest and back.

While he's walking around, he was walking around and people are up to him cooing.

Asking about his two little girls. They're tiny.

Then, all of sudden, this random lady was just telling her about her life story.

It wasn't just some boring story, oh yes I have kids too.

NO.

THIS LADY WAS TELLING HIM ABOUT HER THREE DIVROCES AND THE SUGAR DADDY SHE HAD.

Ohhhh, Bakugou was indulging int it.

Though, he thought it may be just his luck.

Nope, it happens everytime he had his kids with him.

For some reason, women flick to him and ask him about his kids.

Then, suddenly they're oversharing about their life gossip and that bitch Jenny.

When your kids grew up and started speaking. They started daycare,

"Daddy, did you know that Mister Takahiro has a fiance but she cheated on him?"

"And daddy, he said she's a Pro-Hero like you."

Bakugou was just shock because you don't talk about these kinds of things in front of your girls.

"How do you know this?"

"We heard it."

OH BAKUGOU IS LISTENING AND LIVING FOR THIS BECAUSE NOT ONLY DOES HE GOSSIP FROM YOU.

HE GETS IT FROM HIS KIDS TOO.

"Yeah, what else?"

"He has herpes... What does that mean?"

"Yes, daddy what's a herpes?"

"Don't know you should ask your mommy or your teacher.

When you heard about this, you told him not to encourage the girls about school gossip because it's going to be awkward at teacher and parent meeting.

He didn't discourage it. He actually would always ask about it,

"So, what happened to Mr Takahiro?"

"I don't know but he said he was cheating anyways. Cheating is not good, isn't it daddy?" "Miss Hana said she's having a baby with her sugar daddy. Does that mean she gives a lot of candy?"

Parent teacher was indeed awkward but loved it.

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snowbabys · 11 months

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Jake Yandere Profile

(Disclaimer: I do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚃𝚆: toxic and obsessive behavior (obviously).

. .. .♡·˚ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂/𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂: use of ‘gorgeous’ and ‘pretty’ (gender neutral).

Sim Jaeyun

Occupation: Pet shop employee Yandere type: Caring, clingy, and depending Violence level: 8/10 Danger level: 8/10 Punishment: 1/10

First time seeing you There weren’t many customers on the night shift, the exceptions being adults with crazy schedules or bored teenagers who made their pets an excuse to go out. You, on the other hand, were an exception among exceptions. Finding a starved stray kitten on the streets on your way home made your heart sink, and you took it without hesitation. You wrapped the kitten in a hug and rushed for its life, knowing there was a pet shop right down the street, near a vet facility.

“Good night, how can I help you?” Jake was strolling through his phone when you came up. Despite his welcoming tone, he didn’t look at you at first, only caring to meet your eyes when he heard you panting – and boy, oh boy, how gorgeous you are. He even dropped his phone on the desk, palms sweaty and face reddening.

“I… I need to feed this little one here, asap,” he could swear he saw the stars in your eyes.

It took him a minute to start moving around the shop to get what you needed, he was so mesmerized by your appearance. He kept looking at your face while you caressed the animal, only looking down to his feet when you caught him staring. With a flirtatious smile, he crouched down to touch the kitten’s head.

“Pretty boy/girl like you… such a shame you like cats.”

Personality/Traits

Don’t get fooled by his sweet words, caring actions, and physical affection. He may be a sweetheart to his friends and you, but he has his short limits with people (and trust me, you don’t wanna see this boy mad).

Will use the rescued kitten you keep bringing to the clinic next to the shop to see and talk to you.

It wasn’t long until he had your phone number, which he asked with the sweetest smile, knowing you wouldn’t say no.

He’s always so worried about you and your well-being. Buys you food, sends you morning and night messages (might keep you talking to him the whole day), shows up at your place randomly claiming that he was worried you’d be skipping meals due to stress – you were pretty sure you didn’t send him your address, but what could you say?

Also likes to take you on mini dates, such as a short walk around the neighborhood, a picnic in the park when he needs to take Layla out, or just bringing you to accompany him during his night shift, acting like your boyfriend so people don’t hit on you (secretly tells some he’s your actual boyfriend to keep them away).

At first, you thought he was just a protective best friend. He’s relieved you didn’t realize his murderous glare at the customer flirting with you the other day. He’s also happy you didn’t miss that coworker that kept buzzing you.

110% clingy. Will take any opportunity to hold your hands, touch your face, or any form of physical contact you allow him. He just loves how your skin feels against his.

Loves to cling to you when you’re doing anything, just to support and watch you.

Flirts blatantly with you ’cause he loves to see you all shy, but if you reply or flirt back, he becomes even shyer and hides his face into the crook of your neck.

Always napping on your shoulders and inviting you to join him. And he drools a bit too (if you bring it up to him, he’ll embarrassingly dismiss it and state he’s just leaving his smell on you).

He’s the type to brag about how you’re so attractive to his friends. Shows them his favorite pictures and goes on and on about how much he adores you and your personality, but as soon as they become interested, he’s all cranky and cutely protective.

Jake never fails to amaze you with the random gifts he gives you. As a result, you learn how attentive he is. If you mention you’re especially fond of a specific color, he’s only buying items in that color.

In addition, he randomly sends you photographs of clothing he thinks you’ll like and asks what size you want it (don’t even dare mention money to him, he’ll stop you immediately).

Jake wants to watch every single movie release with you. He prefers to have you come to his house rather than go to the movies, so he can be close to you while sharing and learning your favorite genres, tv shows, and actors/actresses.

Pictures and more pictures. He’s taking as many as he can while you’re around, he has so many folders dedicated to your pics (more about this trait here).

Book recommendations constantly, and if you’re a bookworm, he’ll read every book you mention.

He may recommend a physics book (at least pretend you’re interested and you have all his heart).

He’s been told by his closest friends that he’s a bit too infatuated with you, but his response it’s always how he’s proud that he loves someone that much. Let’s be honest, he’s a sweetheart.

Pet names:

Baby boy/girl

Kitten

Babe

Love

PDA:

If you’re okay with PDA, he’s in heaven. Jake won’t be shy about it at all, especially because he gets to demonstrate his affection in front of people who might have their eyes on you.

He always has his hands on you, whether holding your own hands or around your waist, never forgetting to caress the area so you feel relaxed.

Long-lasting back hugs, cheek kisses, piggyback rides to anywhere, he’s in for it all.

It’s not like he gives you any chance to start physical contact, but he’ll be the happiest man alive if you start it – be it a surprise hug or blocking his eyes with your hands when you visit him in the shop.

If you react negatively to any of his physical advances, he’ll be understanding and more than happy with just holding hands or being by your side.

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taomyou · 6 months

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meat cleaver, heart stealer

pairing: levi ackerman/reader word count: 12,741 sypnosis: To Levi, there's nothing to ever be scared of, much less on Halloween. That is, until he enrolls in CHEM143. Then, Levi suddenly has two new things to be afraid of: his first CHEM143 midterm, and the feelings he has for his CHEM143 study buddy. Tags: modern au, university au, halloween, haunted houses, friends to lovers, fluff, meet-cute, hair-pulling, one-shot ao3 version here! A/N : this fic is entirely written in levi's pov!! thank you so much for reading, and happy (belated) halloween!!

Levi isn’t scared of anything.

No, really.

He isn’t.

Whether it’s ghosts, axe murderers, or spiders, he’s got himself covered. After all, ghosts aren’t real, Levi’s sure he could win in a fight against an axe murderer, and he knows his place is too clean to house any spiders.

Even during the month of October, when Isabel and Furlan force him to watch all the latest horror movies with them, Levi isn’t shaken in the slightest. He doesn’t really care for such theatrics, but he hardly ever even flinches in the face of actual danger—what makes anyone think he’d be scared of something so obviously fake?

So, yes, Levi isn’t scared of anything.

That is…

Anything except midterms.

Well…

Actually, it’s not quite that either.

A scholarship student at the prestigious Paradis University, Levi is no slouch when it comes to his academic performance. Levi’s a good student, an even better test-taker at that, and there’s no need to suggest that he’s scared of midterms—finals, even.

No, it’s not just any midterm that he’s terrified of.

It’s his organic chemistry midterm that’s got him running for the hills.

Just a single exam, and he’s got himself feeling weak in the knees. He dreads the moment he’ll be sat in the exam hall, pencil in one hand and calculator in the other, trying to make sense of the questions being asked. It makes him nauseous to think about what’ll become of him when he’s left to identify alkane structures on his lonesome. Images of alkynes haunt him when he closes his eyes to go to sleep, forcing him out of bed to aimlessly stare at his notes in desperate attempt to retain information he doesn’t understand.

Truly, organic chemistry is the stuff of nightmares.

So, yes. Levi isn’t afraid of anything but his CHEM143 midterm.

Oh, that, and he’s terrified of the feelings he has for his CHEM143 study buddy.

♡

Many moons ago, in an unfortunate combination of both fate and poor planning on his part, Levi enrolled in CHEM143: Organic Chemistry.

As an architecture major, he hardly had any use for fucking chemistry of all things, but, as per bullshit university protocol, of course he had to take a chemistry class in order to graduate.

Which was… fine.

While he doesn’t care for the subject, Levi took Honors Chemistry in high school and did well enough. It wasn’t necessarily a walk in the park, but Levi did fine (which, by his standards, meant he passed with an A-minus), and, even now as a 3rd-year student in university, he’d like to believe that he’s retained enough of that information for it to help him now. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he was confident he’d do phenomenally, but he thought he’d do just fine.

Sure, it’s a two-hour lecture at 5 in the evening on fucking Tuesdays, and, sure, he definitely has better things to do at that time of day, but CHEM143 was the only chemistry course that fit into his schedule, so he couldn't really be too picky about what time it was.

But whatever.

Just get it out of the way as soon as possible, he rationalized. Better to worry about it now than later when he’s got to start worrying about internships and the existential dread of graduating. This is the last non-major requirement he needs anyway—might as well save himself the trouble of having to fit something else into his schedule during the next term.

And, so, in the spring just before summer, Levi enrolled in CHEM143.

Oh, how he wished he’d thought that through more thoroughly.

But, really, there was no way to know the misery that was to befall him.

After the spring exam season, Levi was off to enjoy a sunny summer vacation with his best friends annoying roommates, and all was well with his world. The trio finally had the time to fully enjoy each other’s company, and even with their everlasting energy and seeming lack of fatigue, Levi still couldn’t help but spend his days in the sun with an appreciation for the life he’d built for himself with his best friends.

The birds sang, the sky was wide and blue and beautiful, and his favorite cleaning detergent was on sale for the entirety of the season. What more was there to ask for?

But as all good things did, summer came to an end. Warm breeze turned into weathered chills, and it was again time for Levi to go back to school. Of course, Furlan and Isabel would still be living with him in their shared home, but the joys of summer would turn into the perils of academia soon enough, so Levi couldn’t help but feel robbed of happiness when he had to go back to school and actually be productive.

For whatever reason, school started back up on a Tuesday, meaning that his only class of the day was CHEM143, but Levi found that to be a blessing. His first class being the one that’d matter the least to him in the grand scheme of things? He might as well skip it.

Come the first day of class, he was just about as ready as he was for any other class. He had arrived 10 minutes before lecture, chose a seat towards the front to make sure he would be able to see the projector (but totally not because he didn’t want to be constantly getting up to see over the head of a taller person), and set down a notebook, highlighter, and a pen that Furlan had stolen the week before.

He waited by his lonesome for the remaining 8 minutes, only letting his eyes drift between his notebook and the blank screen at the front of the hall. He twirled his pen between his fingers, the practiced movements relaxing him, and he watched as the professor came into the hall and started getting ready to give the lecture.

After he’d finished with setting up his own laptop, he cleared his throat and faced the class. “Hello, everyone. I’m Professor Pixis, and welcome to CHEM143: Organic Chemistry. This first lecture is going to cover chemistry basics you should already know, so no need to take notes.”

Levi breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed further into his seat at the announcement, now setting his pen down on the table and crossing his arms across his chest.

Sure, the professor’s voice is about as bland and uninspired as unseasoned boiled cabbage, but at least this first lecture won’t be much work on Levi’s part.

“And before any of you ask: no, I do not reply to emails. Now, let’s get started.”

Levi watched attentively as Pixis loaded up the presentation to the board, and he thought that, for a second, this class would be just fine.

But, as soon as that projector turned on, Levi felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs.

Earnestly, Levi couldn’t even describe what it was that he was looking at. The definition of some obscure scientific concept was up on the screen, its mathematical equations and variables directly underneath it, and it felt like the professor was suddenly speaking in a different language.

A hydrocarbon?

He vaguely remembered the term from high school chemistry. It shouldn’t be too hard to relearn.

Molecular orbitals?

Not quite sure what those are, but Levi could probably figure it out on his own after class. It wasn't really a big deal, he could also just ask Isabel for help if he was completely stumped.

Everything else?

…

Absolutely, truly, no fucking idea.

Levi’s ego wasn’t so big that he’d be afraid to pick up his pen and start writing down whatever he could, but he certainly still did feel a fool for being the only person directly around him to be so frantically trying to retain this new information. His ears weren’t hot with shame and his hands weren’t shaking from fear, but his eyes did strain as he tried to follow along with the presentation as Pixis went through it faster than Levi could write.

He was so clearly out of his element here (get it? element, like chemistry), but he’ll be damned if he was going to let himself fall behind. Still, he felt that serious looming dread—the one where it feels like his heart is caught in his throat.

It felt like… fear.

Time passed both too slow and too fast here, having felt like he was stuck in an entirely new circle of hell he didn’t know existed. Last he heard, there wasn’t a circle dedicated to Organic Chemistry.

Before he knew it, the professor turned off the projector, the people around him were getting up and leaving, and the sounds of metal water bottles knocking against seats rung through the hall as students rushed to their next destination.

He was slow to put his things away at the end of class, his energy having been already spent on taking notes so vigorously for the last two hours. There were seemingly no other lectures being held in this hall, so there was no rush for him to leave as he wallowed in both anger and misery.

What the fuck was he even doing here? What the fuck does he need chemistry for? He’s a fucking architecture major, for fucks sake.

And such a high level at that. Who needs to know what the fuck a ketone is to design buildings?

Of course, Levi already knew the answers to all of those questions, but he still fumed to himself as he shoved his notebook into his backpack and tucked his pen into its side pocket.

God, if he wasn’t on scholarship, he’d just drop this fucking class and replace it with literally anything else, but unfortunately, his academic plans had already been reviewed by the scholarship board, and the last thing he’d want to do was upset them by making them review another schedule.

Sighing to himself, he haphazardly slung his background over his shoulder to get out of class as soon as he possibly could, but before he could get very far, he felt a gentle tug on the back of his jacket sleeve.

Ordinarily, Levi’d be angered to feel the touch of a stranger on him, but he was far too exhausted to scold whoever it was. Instead, he turned towards the pull to brush them off, but they let go before he could.

Looking back towards them, he came to find it was a girl, her hand now awkwardly retracting back to hold onto the strap of her own backpack.

Levi’d never seen her before, but she looked to be his own age, if not slightly younger. The lighting in the lecture hall certainly wasn’t doing her any favors, being an ugly yellow downcast, but she looked well put-together with a nice, warm outfit for the season and a notebook tucked under her arm. She certainly looked less fatigued than him, a gentle smile on her features, and her eyes shined brightly in spite of the horrendous lighting.

And fine.

He wouldn’t be caught dead calling a complete stranger “cute,” but he could think it, even if he was annoyed she was just tugging on his sleeve.

“What?” Levi asked plainly.

“Are you alright?” The stranger asked him.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

She nervously smiled and tipped her head towards the seat he’d just gotten up from. “You seemed pretty stressed out just now.”

“And?”

“Well, I don’t know you, but do you need some help in this class?”

Oh, great.

Another fucking stem major. He should’ve fucking known.

Levi’s dealt with his fair share of these kinds of people already. He has to take a decent amount of physics classes, as per major requirement, and the number of assholes that want to tell him that architecture isn’t a “worthwhile” field of study is unfathomable. Every engineering major seems to think architecture is just making pretty pictures, every math major assumes he spends his days measuring random shit with a tape measure, every biology major thinks he wasn’t smart enough to pursue a “real” science degree.

And, now, this random chemistry major is probably going to tell him to quit while he’s ahead and drop out.

“You’re right. I don’t know you, so it’s none of your fucking business,” Levi barked. “Go patronize someone else.”

Maybe he was too harsh, but whatever. It was getting late, and he had to go home to eat dinner (and, apparently, study his fucking ass off for a class he didn’t even want to take).

He turned around to leave, but, again, before he could start walking to leave, the girl spoke up.

“Wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come off as rude!”

He didn’t halt in his step as he started walking towards the door, but he rolled his eyes. “Sure, you didn’t.”

He could hear her shuffling around to take larger steps to catch up with him, but that only prompted him to walk even faster. The exit was a fair bit away from the front where he was coming from, so he was forced to listen to her talk some more.

“Really, I didn’t! I think we could help each other out!”

Yeah, right. As if Levi had anything to offer this random stranger.

“And how exactly would I be helping you?”

“Well, uh, you seem like you’re really a good student, and-”

What, she wanted him to take notes for her?

Please.

“Yeah, no thanks. Fuck off.”

“Wait, hear me out! It’ll only be a second, I promise!”

His pace quickened further until he seemed to be nearly jogging, and his brows furrowed as he kept his eyes directed at the door.

When he reached the exit, he tried to leave enough space for himself to get out without the door hitting the stranger, but when he realized that she was too occupied with chasing after him to look out for the slab of metal about to hit her, he frowned and held it open for her to get out safely.

There was hardly any breath to catch, the two of them only having been speedwalking through an otherwise empty lecture hall, but they stood just outside of that door for a good few seconds before Levi cleared his throat and crossed his arms before facing the girl.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but if you think you can take advantage of me to take your notes or whatever the fuck else it is that you want me to do, then you’re wrong. Leave me the fuck alone.

“Fucking chemistry majors,” he grumbled under his breath.

And then, just as he was about to leave, the strangest thing happened.

He heard the stranger start giggling, then laughing, and then covering her laughter with a hand over her mouth. Her shoulders shook as she tried to stifle the sound of her apparent joy, and her notebook fell to the ground. She bent down to pick it up, but not before she let a small but genuine smile settle on her face.

What a weirdo.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but it was inconsequential enough of a question.

“I’m not a chemistry major,” she said through gaps in her chiming laughter.

Levi grimaced. “Does it really look like I fucking care what your major is? Whatever obscure science it is, you aren’t any better than me for knowing more about chemistry than I do.”

She blinked several times before laughing again, covering her smile again with her hand. “Yeah, I’m not a science major at all, I’m just taking this class for my graduation requirements. Sorry if I came off as condescending.”

…

He didn’t know what else to say, so she continued.

“One of my friends took this class last year and left me their notes, so I thought I could share them with you, since you seemed to be just as lost as me. I have them scanned online already, but I brought a physical copy with me in case the internet didn’t work in the hall.”

…

“...Oh.”

Oh? Who were you kidding, Levi?

Fuck.

She wasn’t looking down on him—she really did mean what she was saying about not wanting to come off as patronizing. She really did want to help him.

Now he has to feel bad for assuming the absolute fucking worst of this random cute stranger.

Of course, he wasn’t going to tell her that he felt bad for thinking what he did of her, but he was going to feel the embarrassment of this situation for the rest of his life anyway.

After a brief pause, she continued. “It’s fine if you don’t want them, but let me get you a drink since I’ve held you up for so long,” she offered, pointing over to a café just barely in his peripheral vision.

Breaking out of his own preoccupied mind, Levi blinked and then shook his head. “There’s no need for that. A drink, I mean.”

“Is that a ‘yes’ to the notes, then?”

Fuck.

Levi didn’t want to admit he needed those notes, but she was already starting to reach into her backpack to take them out, and if she was offering, he’d be an even greater fool than he looked earlier to reject them.

But he didn’t feel right taking advantage of some stranger he’d just spent the last 5 minutes cursing at, so he had to reject them. What kind of heartless jerk would let a sweet girl like this give him her notes for free?

Before he could tell her that he didn’t need the notes (which would be a lie, but she doesn’t need to know that), someone walking behind her abruptly bumped into her, knocking her forward towards Levi.

Because Levi wasn’t going to just fucking let her fall onto the cold cement, he held out his arms to steady her in her fall, and because the person who’d knocked her over didn’t even bother saying a “sorry,” Levi yelled out a “fuck you” at them.

A justifiable reaction, he thinks.

He silently pulled her up to her feet, and seeing as the notes were now all scattered across the ground, he sighed as he bent down to start picking them up for her. She joined him in the regathering of the sheets, thanking him for catching her in her fall, and the two straightened up once everything was back together in two, surely misordered, stacks.

“Uh,” she mused, holding out her part of the picked-up notes, “thank you for catching me. Again, I’m really sorry for taking up your time, but here.”

He stared at the sheets being held out towards him, then at those that were in his own hands.

Well, she did say that they could help out each other, and looking at these notes even further, they were far superior to anything Levi could produce on his own. The colored diagrams and bolded words seemed to scream at him to take them for himself.

It wouldn’t really be taking advantage of her to take these if she also wanted something from him, right?

And, sure.

Maybe he was trying to justify prolonging this interaction, but no one else needed to know that.

He pushed her hands away and gave her back his half of her notes. “I changed my mind.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“I could go for some tea,” he said, looking over at the café. He hadn’t ever been there before, but whatever.

If it meant he could spend a few more minutes figuring out what it was that this stranger wanted from him, then he’ll tolerate some poorly brewed tea.

“I’m paying, though.”

The girl blinked a few more times, seemingly trying to process what it was that he’d said, and then she smiled.

“Sounds good!”

She took back the notes from him, tucked them into her notebook, and led the way for the two of them to get their drinks. She was already awfully cheerful for someone who just came from a CHEM143 lecture, but the rest of the drab, chilly scenery around her seemed to only make her more lively and bright as she strolled past other students and faculty.

What was this feeling Levi felt in his bitter heart at this sight?

When they reached the café, there wasn’t really much of a line, 7 in the evening being quite late for university students who had plenty of other things to do, so they ordered quickly before Levi took care of paying for it. The stranger with him seemed to be acquainted with the person working the register, the two exchanging smiles, so when the girl from CHEM143 and Levi stepped away to wait for their drinks, he asked if she knew them.

“Oh, yeah! That was Sasha, we’ve been friends since high school. Her and I did haunted houses together.” The stranger leaned closer to him to look at the receipt he’d gotten, and she pointed at a small line at the bottom. “She gave us an employee discount, see?”

Her shoulder brushed up against his in the exchange, and he felt that small flutter in his heart again.

What the fuck was going on with him today? Was it the weather?

Before he could dwell on it much further, his name was called and he grabbed both drinks, and the stranger was motioning him to come over to a booth near a window that let in moonlight.

Levi sat down across from her, and as he placed her drink on the tablespace in front of her, she set her notebook and started rearranging the notes into proper order again, seemingly having marked them with numbers in the corners of the page. He watched silently, unknowing what to say, and when she finished, she handed the stack to him with another smile.

Fuck.

He wasn’t even going to even bother ascribing a name to this feeling anymore. It was probably just the weather.

He thanked her for them, and he absentmindedly flipped through the notes to feel how many things were written and drawn in them. Again, he was amazed by the sheer quality and quantity. The handwriting could’ve been better, but it was well organized, regardless, and he wasn’t going to fault whoever made these for being in any hurry when he could barely keep up during the first lecture.

No matter, no way a normal person made these.

“I take it your friend’s a chemistry major?”

She nodded, taking her first sip of tea. “Yeah, biology too.”

“They must be insane to be majoring in both,” Levi winced.

“Oh, they are,” the stranger laughed. “I don’t think any sane person would enjoy taking 3-hour labs, much less chemistry ones, but they really do like it. They’re studying abroad this semester, though, so I haven’t really been able to keep up with their shenanigans as much as I used to.”

“I see.”

There was an awkward pause as Levi put the stack back on the table to free his hands and grab his own cup of tea to drink from it.

Surprisingly, the tea wasn’t that bad. It could stand to be brewed a bit longer, but it wasn’t god-awful terrible like he’d expected.

“So, what did you mean when you said ‘we could help each other out?’ Clearly, I have nothing to offer you if you already have these notes.”

“Uh, well,” the stranger then sighed, putting her drink back on the table. “You seem like you’re a really focused student, and I’m… not. So I was thinking that we could… be study buddies?

“It’s totally fine if you don’t want to, I'm sure you barely have enough time to yourself as is, but I just thought I’d ask since I know I’m going to be struggling a lot in this class, and, not to be rude, but I think you’re in the same boat as me.

Well, that last assumption definitely wasn’t far from the truth.

A study buddy, huh?

Ordinarily, Levi would find such a proposition laughable. Who needs a whole other person to help with a course subject? If you can’t do it alone, then why bother with occupying someone else’s time?

But, after the disaster that was his first CHEM143 lecture, he knew he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t need that—a study buddy—even if that study buddy was just as clueless about chemistry as he was.

At least they could be clueless together. Not like they had any choice in the matter at hand—they both had to take CHEM143 to graduate, and there weren’t really many other options.

It was get a study buddy and pray that you’d pass, or do neither and fail.

And so, with a cordial nod of acceptance and a returned smile, a new friendship began: one between a guy as grumpy and rude as Levi, and a girl as colorful and bubbly as the distant spring season.

That day, it was decided that she’d bring the corresponding notes to lectures, and they’d follow along with them as Pixis spoke, and after some discussion of what worked with their schedules, it was decided that the two would study together for an hour after every CHEM143 lecture, and that they could both arrange more times to get together if the class demanded more time.

It probably would, but neither of them really wanted to broach that topic at such a late hour in the day, so they both silently agreed to have that conversation some other time.

But, quite candidly, before Levi could get to taking note of this addition to his calendar on that day, the stranger’s phone chimed with an alarm, and she abruptly got up and started scribbling on a freshly torn piece of notebook paper.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to leave to catch the bus now! I’ll see you next week!”

She slid the note towards him, and, just like that, she disappeared into the night as if she were the sun and all the sky’s stars.

Levi pulled the slip closer towards himself, and he turned it so that it was facing him. On the piece of paper was a phone number, what he assumed was her school email, and her name.

Oh.

Somehow, in this entire interaction, she hadn’t ever introduced herself. She got to hear his name, what with him placing their tea orders under it, but he didn’t get to know of her name until now.

Aw, fuck.

That feeling again.

Reading the slip again, it hit him that she’d left him her phone number—a gesture that wasn’t entirely foreign to him, but somehow felt different this time.

There wasn’t any sort of expectation of a date or any other informal meeting, either—this was purely for the mutual benefit of passing CHEM143—so why did he feel his ears start to burn up amidst the chilly autumn air?

And was it that having her name—your name—finally in consciousness that had his stomach in small knots?

He felt like he did in the CHEM143 lecture that day—sickly, doomed.

Surely, this feeling was that of fear.

Wasn’t it? It certainly wasn’t any other feeling he could think of.

But whatever.

He wasn’t going to be scared of this stupid fucking chemistry class, and he certainly wasn’t going to be scared of a girl, much less one who was as sunny as his new study buddy for CHEM143.

…

Right?

♡

As the weeks went by, it turned out that it was not the case that Levi would be less scared.

The doom of the first upcoming CHEM143 had Levi more on edge than he’d ever been in his whole life. As the date came closer, Levi’s nightmares of carbon properties became more vivid, and the more he’d agonize during his study sessions with you over having to be in this fuckass class in the first place.

Speaking of such: study sessions with you weren’t much different in that regard.

Don’t get him wrong, Levi’s not a complete idiot.

When he’s studying with you, he genuinely puts his mind to the task at hand, and he’s actually come to find that you’re much more of a diligent student than you’d made yourself out to be. A bit distracted at times, sure, but you were doing your best, and Levi really couldn’t blame you for dozing off when reviewing properties of carbonic structures.

Still, he was right in assuming that you’d both need more time to study together, so it’s become customary for you and him to meet up whenever you’re both free in the week. A random Monday afternoon, a random Friday morning, even a lonesome Sunday—any time that showed itself as an opportunity to cram more CHEM143 knowledge into your brains, he took it. You and him also sat together during class now, not wanting to have to sit next to other, more unfriendly strangers, and you’d both desperately try to memorize what you could in the moment.

To say that either of you had a strong understanding of Organic Chemistry now was a far stretch, but it was evident that these study sessions were of great benefit to the both of you.

But once the studying part was over and there was still tea to be shared, he felt fear.

That sickening, flustering, shake in his knees.

That longing, lonesome, ache in his heart.

When you spoke of your love of the sun and the sky and the beauty of the world, he was wholly, truly bewitched. He no longer had control of his heart and its beats, and that scared the absolute fuck out of him.

It was especially bad when you’d slip out of your more sunny and upbeat attitude to relax into your chair and talk about what you did in the period of separation between when you last saw Levi. Sure, he loved was impartial to how you acted when you were out and about, but whatever fucking witchcraft you were casting upon him when you were just barely awake and telling him about how much you hated Pixis and the rest of your professors, he couldn’t stand up to it.

God, and he’d started walking you to lecture from the bus stop you came from, too.

And yet, in spite of that fear, he still cherished those moments, far more than he did the moments spent studying for CHEM143.

…

It was weird, to say the least.

Unlike the fear he had for CHEM143 and the upcoming midterm, he didn’t want to shy away from you. It somehow made the feeling less intense—being around you so often—but it was still there, and palpable enough to take note of when he would replay the days in his head at night.

And then he’d feel that fear all over again when the random o-chem facts would come back to the forefront of his mind as he was trying to go to sleep, but whatever.

This was definitely just some weird phase, probably in alignment with the weather.

Isabel talks sometimes about mercury being in gatorade, or something like that, so maybe it’s that, too.

But back onto the topic of being afraid of his feelings for you, that fear seemed to peak when, last week, two weeks before the CHEM143 midterm, you and Levi were lounging around that same café you always study in, and with nothing else to talk about, Levi posed a question he so long pondered an answer to.

“Why were you so adamant about talking to me when we first met?” Levi asked between sips of his earl grey tea.

He didn’t know what it was that came over him and prompted him to ask that, but better to get an answer than to have never asked at all, right?

He’d always wondered why you were so intent on getting his attention that day. He was earnestly very rude when he’d first met you, and while he’s grateful to have made a friend in this circle of hell, he couldn’t fathom why you’d chased after him that day.

Sure, he knew you needed a study partner, but he doubted that that was the entire reason why.

You hummed behind a cup of midsummer raspberry tea, inhaling the earthy, fruity tones. “It’s a bit of a selfish reason, you sure you want to know?”

He nodded, and you set down your cup before looking outside the window and out towards the moon, just barely high in the sky at such hour.

“Well, I didn’t want to be totally alone in the class, and, I don’t know, you just looked like someone I could be comfortable with. Besides, I know fuck all about chemistry, and I thought, ‘well, if I’m going to fail this class, I might as well fail with that cute guy that looks like he also has no idea what he’s doing.’ Didn’t really expect us being study buddies to be actually helpful.”

Levi’s breath found itself caught on his heart, and he found himself frozen for a split second.

Was it that he was mildly hurt that you just confessed to only wanting to talk to him to make up for your loneliness?

Was it that he was embarrassed that you were reminding him of how idiotic he looked during that very first lecture?

Was it that he was flattered you thought he looked like someone you could be comfortable around?

Well, yes to all three of those things, but also that passing descriptor.

Cute.

You called him cute.

The comment was made in such quick passing that he wasn’t sure he’d even heard it properly, but it was clear as day, what you had said.

“Just to be clear, though, I really do like studying with you! I don’t think I would’ve made it this far if I was doing this all by myself.”

You turned to him, who was now facing the moon you’d just stared up at.

Levi didn’t have it in him to muster up the courage to ask the question of ‘What do you mean, cute?’, so he opted to stay silent instead.

“C’mon, Levi, say something. You’re scaring me,” you joked, reaching over the table to wave your hand in front of his face and bring him back to reality.

He was scaring you?

No, no, no.

You had it all wrong.

You were the one that was scaring him.

Overtaken by that tumultuous feeling in his heart, from that moment onward, Levi was completely out of it.

Conversation still moved along as it always did and with neither of you going back to that your answer to his question. Levi thinks he changed the topic by bitching about your friend Hange’s handwriting (a sentiment that was long held but never spoken), but he can’t really remember when all he could think about was just how badly he needed to scream into the abyss and pray for solace and protection from the evils of CHEM143 and the bewitching charm of his CHEM143 study buddy.

Oh, how thankful he was that you both had a decent grasp on this week’s concepts and didn’t need to have any emergency study sessions. He needed at least a week to recover from this.

And, hey.

Even if he doesn’t recover from it, it’ll be Halloween, and that’s the one time of the year he’s supposed to be scared of something.

Surely, nothing out of the ordinary would happen, right?

♡

This Halloween, Levi has no particular plans.

He’d spent the sunnier part of the day at the campus library catching up on his homework, had a late lunch at the canteen before going back to the library to review his notes for his upcoming CHEM143 midterm, and then walked himself over to the bus stop to pick you up and walk you to lecture.

Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary.

And yet, his heart is racing as if he’s expecting something terrifyingly scary to happen to him—all because he’s a week away from his first CHEM143 midterm, and a few minutes away from meeting with his study buddy for said midterm.

Fuck, he has really got to get these newfound fears under control.

On his walk, he wonders to himself if you’d want to have dinner instead of just a drink with him today—if for no other reason, then to celebrate Halloween and take advantage of the fact that most of the surrounding restaurants will be relatively empty, what with the amount of students preoccupied with partying or other traditional Halloween activities.

Even better, he can use the holiday as a reason to not have to mask his obvious fear of both CHEM143 and, uh.

Whatever else it was about you that scared him so much.

Don’t be fooled, though.

This is totally not because he wants to have an excuse to hang out with you outside of the weekly hours you spend together studying for CHEM143.

No, definitely not.

As he weaves through lightly forested pavement, he also realizes that it’s quite strange that you hadn’t texted him to let him know that you were on your way, but it isn’t that big of a deal—he knew you’d be there, and, just like every Tuesday, the two of you would bitch and whine about Pixis on the walk to class before trying to follow along with the notes that Hange had left you and keep up with the lecture.

When he arrives at the bus stop, though, there wasn’t any sight of you coming from the bus that’d just arrived.

That’s weird. You always come on this bus. The next one comes in 30 minutes—far too much later for you to make it to lecture on time.

Were you already on campus? Levi suspects not, you probably would’ve texted him to not come to the bus stop at all and to meet you somewhere else.

Maybe you’re coming on the later bus? You mentioned being at your friend Sasha’s house to hang out a bit on Halloween, but you didn’t say anything about having to miss class. Maybe Sasha would be dropping you off?

Did you catch the seasonal flu? Or forget you had class today? Or decide to ditch?

Or maybe you decided you were sick of walking with Levi to class. Levi doesn’t want to believe that’s what’s going on, but-

Wait.

Stop, Levi.

Don’t.

You’re not going to be able to concentrate in lecture today if you start thinking like this. Or at all, actually.

Instead of continuing to make assumptions and put his sanity at risk, Levi decides that his next best option is to call you and ask if you’re still on your way to class, or if you’re coming at all. He takes his phone out of his pocket, and, because he’s a total loser, he types in your phone number manually.

Not like he remembered it on purpose or anything, though.

It was just an easy number to remember.

At least, that’s what he tells himself as he brings his phone up to his ear and waits for you to pick up, but whatever.

That’s not important right now. What’s important is that he finds out if you’re okay or not, and whether or not you’re going to be going to class at all.

You’ve mentioned in very brief, very comedic passing that you always have your phone close to you in case Sasha ever burns down her kitchen again, which is why, as he waits on the lone bench facing the bus stop for you to pick up, he’s a bit surprised when you don’t immediately do so.

The phone goes to the second ring.

Then to the third.

Then to the fourth.

He starts to pull away his phone from his ear to avoid having to leave a voicemail and to simply redial you, but he hears sound coming from your end of the line and immediately pulls the device back up to hear the call properly.

“-hey, can you move?! I’m trying to get her phone to her!”

“Wait, who's calling? He looks like-”

"Oh, he's the o-chem guy!"

"-guys, how much more time do we have?!”

“Is that her boyfr-”

Levi’s earnestly confused to be hearing the sound of frantic overlapping voices from your end, but, thankfully, he hears your laughter chiming over the line as you thank someone on your end of the line.

When you’re somewhere away from the noise, you greet him properly. “Hey, Levi! What’s up?”

“Are you on the way to lecture?”

He hears a confused hum from you. “Hm?”

“Are you coming to class today? I don’t see you at our normal spot.”

“Didn’t you get my text?”

“Huh?” Levi muses. “What text?”

Levi never got a text from you—at least, he doesn’t think he did.

“Oh, I texted you to let you know that I wasn’t going to be coming to class today. Did you not get it?”

He puts the call on speaker and goes to pull up your texts, and, to his utter horror, there are several texts from you, in fact, telling him that you wouldn’t be coming to class today, and that you’re sorry you’ll be missing out on your “favorite weekly activity.”

How could he have missed these? He feels like he’s always waiting for a reply from you, whether that be for clarification on CHEM143 notes or help with the homework assignments, so how could he have missed when you texted him something pertaining to something as important as your absence for the day?

Seriously, how did he miss these texts? Is there something wrong with his phone?

But he’s been able to receive texts from Isabel all day, pestering him to do something with her and Furlan for Halloween, so it can’t be that.

It’s almost like he didn’t want to see anything from you, it feels that specific.

Come to think of it, it might be because he hasn’t texted you at all between this week and the last. You’ve both been insanely busy with midterms for other (more relevant) classes, and there wasn’t any particular need to bother you about CHEM143 when he knew there were other things to worry about, but, surely, he would’ve at least seen if you texted him, wouldn’t he?

But it’s you, so why wouldn’t he-

Wait.

…

Clicking back to his list of contacts, when he sees the small bell icon with the slash next to your contact, he realizes he muted your messages.

He muted your texts last week.

Levi feels pink start to tinge the tips of his ears as the embarrassment reaches him fully.

He totally fucking forgot he muted your texts, but now that he does, he cringes as he remembers why he chose to do such an idiotic thing.

After last week’s… whatever that was, he went home and decided that if nothing else, he could just ignore the feelings he had for you until Halloween, which meant muting texts from you so that he wouldn’t be stupidly waiting for a message that wasn’t really expected in the first place.

Truly, a fool he was.

“You still there?”

He lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Yeah, sorry. I got them, I probably just missed them.”

“No worries. Again, I’m sorry I can’t study with you today, but hey! It’s Halloween, go have fun!”

“Yeah, sure.”

There’s that same clamor in the background again, and Levi can barely hear your reply before you sign off on the call.

“-I gotta go now, but I’ll see you next week!”

Then the call ends, leaving Levi alone to bear the brunt of the hell that is CHEM143. He frowns to himself as he stares at your contact picture— a selfie you’d taken on his phone when he was busy ordering teas for the two of you at that café—and he sighs before he pockets his phone and walks himself to lecture.

And, as per usual, CHEM143 is absolute fucking hell.

The hall is particularly empty, with only Levi and another handful of students in attendance today. Pixis apparently has decided that he’s going to lecture just like he usually does, completely disregarding the fact that the majority of the class is missing out on this information right before next week’s midterm, but he says it’s their own fault for “not making use of their time wisely.”

What a dick.

But, apparently, this seems to work out in his favor.

Because Levi can’t really concentrate on anything in the first place, when Isabel calls him for the umpteenth time today, he just leaves the lecture while Pixis is in mid-sentence. What reason is there to feel bad when he’s clearly not going to learn anything here today anyway?

Levi picks up once he’s outside, and he starts making his way over to the parking lot to just leave campus. “What?”

“Hey, best friend! Wait, why’d you pick up? Aren’t you in class right now?”

“Why would you even call me if you thought I was busy?”

“Well, you’re not, so does it really matter?” Isabel laughs. “But really, why’d you pick up?"

“I’m ditching, and you’ve been bothering me all day. Just say what you have to say.”

“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today?” She snickers. “But anyway, I just wanted to ask one last time if you wanted to come to that haunted house with me and Furlan.”

Levi sighs. “Why would I want to go to a haunted house?”

“Oh, c’mon! It’s Halloween!”

“And since when have I ever celebrated Halloween?”

“You watch horror movies with us every year!”

He rolls his eyes. “Because you force me to, and I live with you idiots. Can’t exactly say ‘no’ when you’re threatening to change the locks on me.”

“Just come with us! You aren’t doing anything today anyway!”

Levi might as well try his hand at lying that he has to study with you. “I’m actually going to study with-”

“And don’t use your weekly study sessions with your o-chem study partner to get out of this! You can bring them, too!”

“Yeah, I don’t think-”

“Great! I’ll text you the address, and we’ll wait for you at the entrance! Don’t worry, I can pay for your ticket! See you in 30!”

Isabel then hangs up, leaving Levi to his own devices as he continues walking to his car. He feels the vibration of his phone to let him know that Isabel really did send an address to him, and he stares at the text with a frown.

There really is no getting out of this, huh?

Great, now he has to spend his evening with those two fools, doing whatever it is that fools like them do at haunted houses.

Sighing in exasperation, Levi decides to just cut his losses now and go.

Maybe you were right—he should go “have fun.” He hardly believes something like this is fun, but at least he’ll have something new to complain about when he sees you next.

Ugh, but even that doesn’t seem worth it.

A haunted house? What business does Levi have going to a haunted house when he’s only scared of organic chemistry and his own study partner?

Whatever.

Who knows, maybe he’ll even enjoy it.

And maybe, just maybe, this would actually instill fear in him for something other than anything and everything CHEM143 related.

♡

Who was he even kidding?

Levi hates this place already, and he hasn’t even stepped foot inside yet.

Levi hardly paid attention to the name or location or whatever of wherever he was going; he simply put it into his GPS, blindly drove in the direction it told him to go, and arrived at his destination, but if he knew that this haunted house was at a fucking amusement park, he’d just switch the locks back himself and get his roommates banned from the locksmith’s shop.

But he already paid for parking, so he just has to suck it up and go inside now.

He’s going to look like a complete coward if he doesn’t, and while he can tolerate other university students whispering about him not knowing what the fuck a 1-pentyne is, he will not let little kids think he can’t handle some lame haunted house.

Ugh.

After he parks and walks himself to the entrance, he spots Isabel and Furlan waiting for him at the entrance, just like they said they would.

Isabel waves him over. “Didn’t think you’d make it!”

“Me neither,” Levi glowers. “You didn’t tell me this place was at an amusement park.”

“We know you wouldn’t have come if you knew,” Furlan shrugs. “But you’re here now, so you can’t leave.”

“Where’s your study partner? Weren’t you going to bring them with you?”

“She had other plans,” Levi says. “Whatever. Let’s just get this over with and leave.”

“What a party pooper,” Isabel sighs. “Well, at least you’re here now! Let’s go get our tickets!”

The trio walks over to the booth selling tickets, and Isabel takes her wallet out of her purse. “Hello, three tickets, please!”

"Coming right up! Just one second," the ticket attendant says, starting to input the order into the operating system. The total price flashes on the screen, prompting Isabel to hand him her credit card, but before he takes hold of it, he pauses.

And he's staring straight at Levi.

...

Weird.

Levi has never seen this guy before in his life.

"Hey, are you Levi?"

"What?"

Again, Levi has never seen this guy before in his life. How does he know his name?

"You are, aren't you?"

"Why does it matter?"

What the fuck is going on here?

"You totally are!" The attendant exclaims, now turning to face the person working the window next to him. "Jean, get over here! It's Levi!"

The aforementioned Jean doesn't bother sparing whoever this is a single glance, presumably preoccupied with something on his phone. "Yeah, right. Connie, you've said that to the last four guys that came to your window, you clearly have no sense of facial recognition."

"Dude, I'm not kidding! It's the guy from the picture!"

Jean looks up, and his eyes widen he catches sight of Levi. "Oh, shit. Yeah, it is."

This is a bit less jarring because Levi does vaguely remember Jean from his statistics class, but that doesn't explain why Jean's now also fucking staring.

It was annoying enough that he had to be here at all, and now people wanna treat him like he's a zoo animal? Absolutely fucking not.

"Whatever the fuck is going on, stop it, and just give us our fucking tickets already," Levi groans.

The attendant then turns back to Levi, frantically waving his hands out in front of him. "Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to be rude!"

All the while, Isabel's been awkwardly holding up her card, but the attendant pushes her hand away. "Huh? Do you not take card?"

He waves her off. "We do, but your tickets are on us."

"What the fuck? Why?" Levi badgers.

"Levi," Furlan nudges, "don't question it, just let them take care of it."

"Yeah, what he said," Connie laughs. He grabs the tickets from the dispenser, all of which are to be marked at the actual entrance to the amusement park, and he very sinisterly hands Levi his.

Mind you, he looked completely normal when he handed Isabel and Furlan theirs.

This place just keeps getting worse by the minute, it seems.

The trio now then proceed to the second entrance, which thankfully is a normal and decently pleasant interaction, and when they step past the gates, they're greeted with the very unseemly sight of a performer dressed as a zombie.

And while Levi wouldn't go as far as to say he's scared, he's still caught a bit off guard, and he finds that his breath falters for less than a second at the intrusion.

Which, to be fair, isn't really much of a reaction when he considers that Isabel and Furlan both jump in fear and scream for their lives, but he supposes that this just goes to show how unfazed he is by these kinds of things.

Levi's scared of two things, and two things only: his upcoming CHEM143 midterm, and you. Him getting scared by anything that’s going to happen here is beyond the scope of imagination.

♡

And, as fate would have it, that was exactly the case.

The amusement park had a variety of haunted houses scattered all throughout, in which the performers would hide in the haunted house-slash-mazes and pop out whenever someone walked by. Clowns in haunted circus tents, creepy demon children in abandoned orphanages, werewolves and vampires in a makeshift forest—none of them did anything to him. If anything, they annoyed him more than they excited him—he could only take so much of Isabel and Furlan clinging to his arms for dear life.

He’d keep trying to pry them off of him, but that effort would be fruitless considering the fact that there are scare actors in every dark corner of the park waiting to jump on unsuspecting victims, and Isabel and Furlan are both too deathly afraid of every single monster chasing after them to let go of their raven-haired friend.

God, not to mention their incessant screaming. You’d think they were actually getting chased by killer clowns, the way they were crying for mercy, no matter how many times Levi told them that none of this was real. The scare actors weren’t even really allowed to touch the guests, and they still react like this?

But, needless to say, by the time Levi's been through all but one of the haunted houses, he wasn’t scared by a single thing that’d came his way.

And speaking of that last haunted house—the trio had heard whispers of it all night.

In lines for other haunted houses and in brief mentions as they’d pass by other groups of friends, they’d overheard people talking about how violently they’d cried while stuck in the seemingly endless labyrinth, how ghastly they’d felt after leaving the torturous maze. Most of them seemed to still be reeling in the horror, their faces pale and their hold on loved ones strong.

And, of course, that just made Isabel and Furlan all the more excited to save it for last.

And, so, here they are now, giddily waiting in line for the maze, with Levi still acting as their makeshift lifeline of support.

“I’m so excited! I hope they chase after us and we have to actually run away from them!”

“No, no, they have to rev up their chainsaws next to us, and then chase us!”

Chainsaws? Where the fuck did the notion of chainsaws come from?

The way they spoke, you’d guessed they were going to anything but a haunted house on Halloween, but Levi knows this to be ordinary Isabel-Furlan behavior, so he just sighs as he waits for the line to progress. It’s quite a long queue, but his friends had insisted that they go to this final house to “get their money’s worth” (which, in fact, did not make any sense when they didn’t even pay for their own tickets).

Just one more of these stupid fucking houses, and he could go home and have actually terrifying nightmares about carbonyl compound and catalytic asymmetric synthesis and whatever other 143 concepts he was running from.

After a bit more of a wait where the trio decided to indulge in many, many games of rock-paper-scissors, they finally reach the beginning of the line.

Looking up at the sign that’s perched above the entrance door, Levi raises a brow.

The Butcher Shop.

Huh.

What a stupid name for a haunted house.

What’s so scary about a butcher shop? Surely, they just hang fake pig carcasses from the ceiling beams and call it a day. What the fuck was scary about that? He can hear people’s screams from all the way out at the entrance, but really, what was there to be scared of?

Ugh, the people at these things are scared of fucking everything.

When the screams have subsided enough to allow for it, the short blonde girl that’s manning the door greets them with a smile. Her demeanor is oddly sweet, considering this is a haunted house, but okay.

“Hi! My name’s Historia, thank you so much for waiting! How many of you are in this group?”

“Three,” Levi answers curtly, sensing that his friends are too busy frothing at the mouth in anticipation to answer themselves.

“Sounds good!” The blonde then points to a small board that’s hung up on the side of the entrance to the house with some key information. “Just to let you know, the actors in this house are able to touch you, but if you yell out ‘mercy,’ then they'll leave you alone.”

Oh, absolutely fucking not.

He can deal with getting the blood circulation in his arms cut off and his ears getting blown out by the screams of his best friends, but a stranger touching him? One that’s probably covered in fake blood, at that?

Absolutely fucking not.

“And I’m sure the three of you want to stay together, but it’s recommended that you complete The Butcher Shop by yourself for maximum scare. Did you still want to stay together, or split up?”

“Stay toget-”

“Split up!”

“Levi! This is the last one! We gotta make sure we’re extra scared!”

“Yeah! Please, Levi! You gotta do it by yourself!”

… Great.

Just fucking great.

Levi doesn’t think he’s going to get scared if he’s by himself, but he’ll be damned if he has to deal with both this and having to find Isabel and Furlan after they complete this fucking maze. Knowing those two buffoons, they’ll be too busy screaming their heads off to find their way out to the exit.

“Well, whatever you decide, have fun!” Historia laughs, and she smiles once more before peeking into the haunted house. “Ymir! Are we ready for more guests yet?”

“How many?”

“Three!”

A scare actor dressed as a bloody farmer then comes out of the maze and puts her arm around the blonde, leaning her head atop the shorter girl. “Yeah, they’re good to go in.” The bloodied farmer girl then looks at the small group of Levi, Furlan, and Isabel before squinting her eyes at Levi, her eyebrows furrowing as she stares at his face. “Hey, do you happen to be taking organic chemistry right now?”

At the mention of… that, Levi freezes, but he nods regardless and tries to keep his face neutral to hide the obvious fear he has for the subject.

The farmer nods back, and she leans down to whisper something to Historia. Both girls then giggle to themselves until the shorter of the two eventually shoos the other back into the haunted house to go back to terrorizing paying customers, and Historia then faces the trio again, motioning for them to head inside.

Isabel’s the first to go inside, practically skipping to her own doom, and while Levi expects Furlan to go next, he stands firmly as he waits for Levi to go first.

“Furlan, go.”

“Nope. I have to see you go inside.”

“I’m not a child, I’m not going to wander off into the darkness and never return.”

“Look, I know you’re only here for our sake, and I really appreciate that, but try to actually have some fun, okay? I rea-”

“Go in already! You’re holding up the line!” A brown-haired guy from further back in the line yells.

Levi finds him immediately in the crowd, and despite the guy being with who Levi assumed was his girlfriend and another blonde guy the couple seemed to be friends with, Levi flips off that heckler and rolls his eyes before going into the maze by himself.

Upon entering the labyrinth, Levi’s met with a splitting pathway with three directions. There’s no difference between each, so Levi just goes through the one directly in front of him, completely disregarding the table display of animal carcasses and bloody knives that acts as the centerpiece of this first section.

When he’s through the door, immediately out pops a girl dressed in a blood-drenched chef’s cloak and hat with a prop axe in her right hand, a huge smile on her face as she stands in front of Levi. The chef hat seems to obstruct her vision just enough to not let her fully see him, but allows her the range to see where she’s going. In her left hand is a huge slab of bloody meat, and she slams it against the wall to cause a huge blood splatter, adding even more red to her coat. The meat drags against the wall as she creeps closer to him, her axe making a grinding noise on the floor, and she stops a sizable distance away from him before she finally speaks, all while lifting her axe to strike the piece of the wall just perpendicular to his head.

“I’m so hungry… for meat!”

It’s almost laughable just how corny her delivery is, but, apart from that, her voice is really familiar. He can’t quite place it, what with her appearance being that of a messy chef rather than the normal person he probably knows her as, but whatever.

This really isn’t scary at all. This is probably what happens in the back of the grocery store, anyway.

When Levi doesn’t react, the girl huffs and pries her axe from the now-dented wall, now resting it back on the ground as she sighs. “You’re no fun.”

Levi just stares at her before he silently walks past her, minding the axe that he could’ve tripped over. “Good to know.”

After walking down this bloody and worn-down path, he encounters his next “scare” in the form of another actor, this time dressed as a janitor equipped with a bloody mop and bloody rubber gloves.

Now that’s something to be scared of—a mess like that could take days to clean.

The actor, his taller statue meaning that he towers over Levi, lifts the mop and swings it towards Levi in a fake-out before he brings the mop back down to the floor and goes back to drawing satanic symbols on the pavement. He mumbles to himself as he does so, occasionally lifting his freckled face to give Levi a sweet, exaggerated grin, but even though Levi’s mildly unnerved as he walks past the acting janitor, it doesn’t really do anything to scare him.

As he makes his way deeper into the maze, there are even more jumpscares and other performers that try to get to him, but none succeed. There’s several setpieces that he has to walk through as well, of which consist of mostly animal carcasses and fake severed limbs, but even though some of the props move and startle him slightly, he feels close to nothing in terms of legitimate terror.

As he reaches what he assumes is the end, already having been in this haunted house for a harrowing twenty minutes now, he sighs to himself and slows his pace.

Finally, Levi’s just about ready to go home and have a nice, good, long talk with Isabel and Furlan about the consequences of dragging him to places that he doesn’t want to go. He loves them too much to ever really dislike these outings, regardless of how much he hates the environment, but he is never going to be coming back here again.

I mean, come on.

If you’re going to market this “haunted house” thing as an actual horror experience, then at least make it scary. Levi’s sure there’s something out there that could maybe scare him as much as CHEM143 and its muses, someone just has to come up with it first.

Whatever. At least he can-

Before that thought can continue, Levi trips over something, and he falls forward and onto his knees. Thankfully, the ground in front of him isn’t completely covered in fresh fake blood and grime, but he doesn’t get much time to be thankful when he feels a tug on his hair from above.

What the fuck is going on?

He opens his mouth to start to say ‘mercy,’ but before the words can slip through his lips, the hand that’s gotten ahold of his hair laces itself further against his scalp and pulls him upwards, lifting him up onto his knees. This person’s foot is placed on the backs of his calves, pinning him to the floor and keeping him from standing up again.

He can see the glint of a meat cleaver that’s being held up against his throat, and though he is being manhandled, the hand that’s firmly holding his hair is gentle and doesn’t hurt.

…

Well, he supposes that this is scary. Unbearably so, that his heart feels like it's beating faster than a bullet train.

Whoever it is that’s got him underneath them, they lean forward and press the cleaver further into his skin—obviously, not enough to even scratch the skin, but just enough to let Levi know that they’ve got control over him right now.

Ok, that’s enough.

“Mer-”

“Are you sure you want to say that?” The person asks in a hushed voice, interrupting him. The voice is charmingly feminine, but because he’s a bit frozen with mild fear, what with a fucking meat cleaver against his throat, he can barely take note of the fact that it sounds very, very familiar.

“Yes,” he replies dumbly, trying to shift his head to get a better look at whoever it is that’s got his hair in her hand. Though the grip remains as gentle as it did moments ago, it’s still firm in its placement, and Levi isn’t able to get a better look at who this butcher is.

“I don’t think you are,” she whispers again, now removing the blade from his neck and now procuring a fake bloody heart, one that now stains her hand red and drips onto the floor in front of Levi’s knees. “Would you mind if I stole your heart?”

She then holds the heart even closer to Levi’s face, though careful not to touch his face. “Look, you can even have mine.”

Levi gulps, his throat narrowing and struggling to make way for more air.

Fuck. Just one word, and she’ll let him go.

But, again, before the syllables can be spoken, she interrupts him. “After I steal your heart, I’ll make sure to take good care of it. Keep it running on cardiomyocytes, nourishing it with dienes, carbon fibers. You’ll never have to remember how to run your heart yourself, I’ll take care of it for you.”

Oh, fuck.

He is absolutely fucked.

What kind of butcher speaks so sensually?

What kind of butcher tugs on men’s hair to keep them on their knees?

What kind of butcher holds meat cleavers to said men’s throats?

And, more importantly—what kind of butcher knows this much about organic chemistry?

He's drawn out of his more confused feelings to more hazy ones, as he can feel her breath warming the tips of his already cherry-red ears.

"Come on, won't you give me permission to steal it? I promise I'll take care of it. I'll even teach you all the chemistry our hearts could have together."

She tugs a bit harder on his hair. Just enough for him to feel, but not anywhere near enough to actually hurt him. At this point, he has no idea what thoughts are running through this girl's head, but it's a bit weird that she's being so... nice?

At least, nice for someone who's going to have him quaking in fear for the rest of his life.

And, yet, as she's drilling him into the ground and forcing an answer out of him, it feels as if her hands are shaking, like this is her first time ever doing something like this.

He supposes that holding men hostage and forcing them to sacrifice their hearts isn't something a normal person does, but still.

Something about the butcher's uneasiness makes him feel... special.

He's obviously still scared out of his fucking mind, but knowing that he's the only one who's ever been held up like this floods his ego and sets off fireworks in his core.

Without any critical thoughts, the words slip through his lips—only, this time, the word he wants to say isn't "mercy."

"Please."

"Please 'what?'"

Again, Levi fails to exercise any critical thinking skills, because he replies the only way he knows how—"Please steal my heart."

"Aw, you're so cute," the butcher laughs, the chime lighting up a gentle flame in his chest, and she drops her heart onto the floor, and after she reaches into what he can only guess is her pocket, she pulls out a bandana and holds it out in front of him.

“Don’t.

"Fucking.

"Move.”

Levi only knows how to blink in that moment, not knowing how to even breathe, so he doesn’t think he could move even if he wanted to, but he still nods.

The butcher then lets go of his hair to use both hands to tie the blindfold over his eyes, obscuring his vision, and Levi feels her pulling back on his hair to bring him up to his feet. His senses are all over the place so he has to clumsily scramble to stand up properly, but once he does, the tug on his hair turns into a softer, gentler lacing of fingers against his scalp, and he can feel hot breath from her on his lips.

“If you want to, you can say ‘mercy,’ now. I won’t be mad if you do,” the butcher says to him, her voice soft and soothing as she now moves to massage his head and wipe at blood that’s gotten splattered onto his face in this maze.

Earnestly, Levi has no idea of what he wants to say.

All he knows is that he’s fucking terrified, and he’s so fucking confused because he never expected to be afraid of a fucking butcher, of all things.

“C’mon, Levi, say something. You’re scaring me.”

He was scaring her?

No, no, no.

She had it all wrong.

She was the one that was scaring him.

Doesn't she realize that she literally had him held up by the hair on his head? That he was on his knees because of her? That-

Wait.

Levi?

The butcher knows his name?

…

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God.

It was you this entire fucking time?

You, his study buddy in CHEM143? The same you that had plans with Sasha tonight? The same you that he’d muted over the phone to keep his heart from bursting out of his chest? The same you that extended sunshine to him in the rain?

The same you that's got him pinned to the floor, forcing him to give his heart to you?

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Of course it was.

Who else fucking knows how terrified he is of CHEM143? Of you?

Levi’s senses come back to him with that revelation—that, right now, you’re in front of him, asking to steal his heart from him.

Except, you never had to ask.

Hell, you never did.

You just stole it anyway, what with your charming laughter and your friendly demeanor and the comforting company you brought him during all those CHEM143 study rendezvous.

He can feel you starting to move up the blindfold to properly reveal yourself to him, but before you can, he leans forward and crashes his lips into yours anyway, his eyes fluttering closed in spite of his already-obscured predicament.

He can feel you humming against his lips, wanting chance to fully explain yourself, but he returns your earlier gesture of a gentle lacing of fingers into hair, as well as another hand which cradles the opposite side of your face.

He can feel you smiling against his lips, then promptly resting your arms on his shoulders as you let him take the lead in the kiss.

And, finally, he feels that fear again.

That sickening, flustering, shake in his knees.

That longing, lonesome, ache in his heart.

Levi can feel that again.

Though…

Perhaps he was wrong this entire time.

As his lips take mold in yours, and yours in his, he realizes that he was never scared of two things.

What he mistook as fear for the feelings he had for his study buddy in CHEM143 was actually…

The beginning blossoms of love.

The fear he has for CHEM143 is definitely not what he was wrong about, because there’s no way in fucking hell that he’ll ever not be afraid of Lewis dot structures, but…

And maybe, just maybe...

He’ll be okay with that, so long as he has his heart stealer at his side to make his heart light up with something other than fear.

♡

Levi sighs as he sets his pencil and calculator down, passing down his completed midterm down the row to be collected by Pixis.

By now, the class has moved on from being as silent as they had been for the testing time, and Levi puts his head down on the table, far too spent to even care that he looks like a fool. “I completely failed that midterm.”

Whether or not he actually did, he has no idea, but the nerves have been eating him up so much that he just can’t help but believe that that’s the truth of the matter.

He feels the light, cheerful pat of your hand on his hair, and he relaxes further into himself at the touch.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure you did better than you think you did.”

Levi leans further into your touch, but not before you take it away to start packing up your things to leave. He groans at the loss of comfort, but he knows he has to get out of this circle of hell as soon as possible, so he lifts his head from the table before stretching his arms upwards and putting away his things.

You’re already standing by the time he’s ready to go, and when he's fully ready, he gets up to lace his fingers between yours and start leading the way to that same café that you'd been going to for the last however many weeks. Just like that very first day you'd met, Levi orders while you find a cozy booth facing the moon, and when his name gets called and he's back with you, tea in hand.

But, unlike that very first encounter, now, you and him are transported to a place where no such feeling of fear exists anymore.

At least for now, there's no immediate fear of a CHEM143 midterm. Levi's allowed a break from the agony of carbon compounds after such an intense exam, and he'll do everything he can to make sure you feel the same way.

Instead, the budding flowers of love and a yearning for something more exist here, blooming in spite of the winter cold. As your teas heat up your already warm, beating hearts, comfort and reliability seep in where fear and misdirected confused once resided in Levi's soul.

And, as the days and weeks and months and the rest of eternity passed, it came to be that fate would let that feelings become something so much greater, so much richer, so much more sentimental, so much more loving.

But, truly, what Levi meant to say was:

Levi isn't scared of anything anymore.

Sure, he might've been scared of second CHEM143 midterm, and, sure, he might be fucking terrified of going to the butcher now, but...

When he looks over at you, his love who fills his life with such lively colors and passion for something unknown, Levi isn't scared to face anything.

Not even meat cleavers, and certainly not heart stealers.

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