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padfootagain · 4 months

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Pink Helmet

Hello everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request for my 6k event made by @wolfmoonmusic : “First of all.... CAROLE CONGRATULATIONS!!!! THIS IS HUGE!! I am so happy for you!!!Second of all.... Super cute idea for the celebration. Here's my request.

Sirius Black + Modern AU + Kissing in the Rain.

Like they have an argument on the way back from a party (they aren't together yet) where Sirius flirts with everyone (because I mean it's SIrius) and reader gets up and due to the argument she asks him to stop the car and she gets out and the rest is up to you!

Thank you and congratulations once again!!”

Thank you so much for your request, this is indeed an adorable idea! I hope you like what I wrote for your request! I’ve changed it a bit, I hope you don’t mind, but I got carried away with my own setting involving his bike, and not a car, so…

Hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warning: angst, and then lots of fluff. Honestly too much cuteness… even for me…

Summary: You get jealous on a night out with your friends, because Sirius is flirting with some random girl at the bar. Your anger is about to cause a chain reaction that will bring unsuspected consequences… for the better!

Word Count: 3312

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Sirius has a headache.

He has a headache in this buzzing pub, a numb hand after holding onto his cold drink for too long and a broken heart because of his stupid crush on you.

Crush. Were it not so painful to think of you, Sirius would laugh at himself for believing in such an understatement.

Because the truth was that he was head-over-heels for you. Smitten with. Absolutely, irrevocably in love with you.

Had been for the past two years, as a matter of fact. Since that last year of school, when you had punched an asshole in the face, hence breaking two of his teeth, who had been insulting one of your friends. That was enough to turn Sirius on, big time, but the crush had turned into actual love a month later, when you spent an entire night listening to his twisted familial story. God, he still remembers every detail of that night to this day. The way you leaned closer to him, how you had wrapped your arms around his frame. All done in silence, without a word, just a presence he desperately needed. He reckons that it was the first time in a long, very long time when he didn’t feel utterly alone…

He drinks now the rest of his beer in one large gulp, because all of this is ridiculous. He’s painfully aware that a) you do not see anything but a friend in him, and b) that he will never be good enough for you.

So, might as well drown his sorrow in alcohol, at least for tonight. Besides, the woman before him is pretty, she’s not boring, she has a nice laugh and she seems kind enough.

Will it help him to forget you if he spends the night with her? No, must definitely not. But it will numb the pain for a while. It will make it easier for a few hours, and after loving you for two years, he’s grown accustomed to asking for no more than a temporary salvation.

Still, while he talks with the pretty girl in front of him, leaning against the bar, his eyes keep on drifting towards your frame. He knows perfectly well where you are, he always does. A superpower of his, or an unbreakable spell of yours, hard to decide if it is meant as a blessing or a curse…

You remained with Remus and Marlene for most of the night, but you’ve found your way to the dancefloor now, or rather the small space right before the stage, it is too narrow to be called a dancefloor. Still, you’re dancing now, and Sirius tries hard not to glance over at you, not to look at the way you’re moving your hips in rhythm with the drums, the way your hands fly upwards as if reaching for the ceiling, the way you throw your head back, the way he longs to kiss every inch of the throat you’re making particularly visible now in your movements…

Instead, he’s staring at this woman before him, and he has your name on the tip of his tongue, and it’s the thought of your presence near him that makes him blush and shift uncomfortably on his stool.

“So… huh… I’m going to be honest with you, Sirius,” the woman is leaning closer now, flirt written all over her graceful features, and Sirius can’t deny that he likes the sweetness of her perfume. “I’m really not looking for something serious, but I like you, and I think we could have some fun together, don’t you think so?”

He plays it cool, looks down for a second, summons his most seductive crooked smile, the one he knows drives everyone crazy. It’s easy to do it. He doesn’t know her… now that he thinks about it, he realizes he’s forgotten her name. He doesn’t care. He’ll spend the night with her, stay for breakfast or at least till she’s awake, so as not to be a douche, and then he’ll walk out of her apartment and out of her life.

It's easy. There are no consequences, no requirements, no strings attached. Your perfect opposite…

You. Sirius can feel a stare burning a hole in his head, and when he slightly turns to see who’s looking at him so intensely, he gets caught in your eyes. Even from across the room, he’s trapped in them, unable to look away, as always, whenever he looks at you. He just gravitates towards you, he can’t help it…

But when your eyes meet, you avert your gaze to the ground, fists clenched and jaw set, and Sirius can’t refrain a small frown. What got you so worked up? The thought of some scumbag being disrespectful towards you makes him blood instantly boil.

His frown deepens when he sees you making a bee-line towards the exit.

Something’s wrong… someone’s hurt you…

Sirius remembers there’s a woman before him only when she asks him what he’s doing. Indeed, he’s stood up from his stool and is grabbing some money in the back pocket of his jeans.

“I have to admit I wasn’t expecting you to be this up for it,” she jokes, but her smile falters when Sirius turns to her with an apologetic smile on his lips.

“No, I… I’m sorry, I really like you too. I really do. But… not tonight. I… I just saw a friend heading out, and she seemed upset, so…”

“She…”

The stranger nods, and Sirius doesn’t try to argue. There’s no need for any argument. She’s right, anyway…

Sirius pays for his drinks and hers, he can at least do that. Before she can argue though, he’s striding towards the door.

It’s October, and the nights are cold. And it’s raining tonight, heavily so, a curtain of freezing raindrops blurring his view of the street. While his feet slip upon skeleton leaves, he tightens his hold on his black leather jacket, pushing back his long hair while he tries to spot you in the large street…

There you are, a few feet away, looking for a cab.

He hurries to you, calling your name, but you turn away from him as he does so, and he frowns at the sight.

��Hey! Y/N! You’re alright?”

You nod, but keep your back to him.

“What are you doing? Everybody’s still inside. It’s not even eleven yet. Are you sick?”

“No, I just… I want to go home.”

“Oh… okay. I’ll get you home…”

“No, Sirius…”

“I have an extra helmet. The pink one you like.”

He bits his tongue before letting slip that he always carries your favourite helmet around, just in case, just for you… thank God he doesn’t say that out loud.

You look up at him, frame and face and hair drenched with the heavy rain, and you’re surprised when Sirius takes off his jacket and places it over you, holding it up above your head to protect you.

He’s wet all over too, with dark locks of hair now clinging to his neck and cheeks, his black t-shirt revealing more of his biceps and the ghosts of abs because of the rain. He’s shivering, and he doesn’t even notice it. He only sees that you’re cold, and that you’ll catch your death standing in this unforgiving rain.

He frowns hard when you angrily push him away though, his jacket falling between the two of you, still held in his idle hands but now acting like a barrier between your bodies instead of a protection.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, taken aback by the rage burning in your eyes.

Wrath… there’s no other word to describe the flash that passes through your gaze, and he doesn’t understand why you aim such a feeling at him. He’s barely spoken to you tonight, how could he have done something wrong?

“Nothing,” you answer in a better tone.

“Did I do something?”

Anger fades, it declines just as it mingles now with another emotion, one that he wishes he could forever banish from your face: pain.

“No, nothing,” you answer, and this time it isn’t a lie.

“Then, what’s wrong? Why are you angry at me?”

“I’m not…”

“Of course, you are. Come on, what’s wrong? You can tell me, I’ll fix it.”

But as you shake your head now, there are tears shining in your eyes, catching the light of the white streetlamps.

Your teeth chatter, and Sirius moves closer again, protecting you once more with his jacket. And it doesn’t really help, but it’s still sweet, and you look even more on the verge of crying now…

“What’s wrong?”

But you don’t say anything; instead you merely nod in the vague direction of his motorcycle, a few metres down the street.

“Please, take me home.”

He clenches his jaw, bits his tongue so he won’t insist. A curt nod is all he can summon, and he walks with you to his bike.

He hands you the pink helmet you adore, the one with the skull and the ‘pink is punk af’ logo on the side. But you don’t put it on. As he shrugs his jacket back on, he stares at you with a frown while you stare at the silly logo.

“Would you have given it to her?”

He catches your eyes as you look up, and he doesn’t understand why there are now tears mingling with rain on your cheeks.

“What?”

“To that girl, in the pub. Would you have taken her home like this too? Would you have given her my helmet?”

His frown only deepens.

“Why are you asking this?”

But you shake your head, hand him back his helmet.

His helmet. It was never yours in the first place, you need to remind yourself that…

“I’ll call for a cab.”

“I can take you home…”

“I don’t want you to.”

And it hurts to say it. It hurts even more to look at Sirius’s expression change, from confusion to pain.

“Stop that,” he complains. “Stop being mean. I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve barely talked to you tonight, for goodness’ sake!”

“No, you’re right, you were too busy trying to get laid.”

There is such bitterness in your voice, Sirius doesn’t get where it comes from.

“And? What business is this of yours, anyway? You’re not my mother…”

“She’s pretty, I’ll give you that.”

“Why are you judging me, all of a sudden? I can sleep with whoever I fucking want to!”

“Oh, I know that, thank you! You’ve been doing a lot of that lately…”

“And whose fault is that?”

The answer slips before he can bite it back, and you’re a little taken aback by it. But Sirius drives your attention away. Your voices are still low, but both your tones cut like sharp stones, almost like knives, and every word strikes right where it hurts…

“Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but you’re being ridiculous right now.”

“Me? Ridiculous?”

“Yes! It’s raining, I’m freezing my arse here, so just take the fucking helmet and let me take you home safe and sound, alright?”

“You should go back to miss pretty hair…”

“Stop acting like you’re jealous.”

“Well I…”

But you fall silent, clearly biting back your words, and again, he doesn’t know what to make of it.

“I’m not jealous,” you finally let out.

And it hurts to hear you say it. It’s stupid, it’s selfish, this longing Sirius has in his chest for you to feel like that, for you to be jealous, for you to care…

It’s your turn to be taken aback by his tone when he answers in a quiet voice, all traces of anger gone, only something fragile left in his words.

“I know you’re not. I know…”

He heaves a sigh, running a hand through his wet hair.

“Look, I don’t want us to fight. I just want to make sure you get home safely. So, let me take you home, alright?”

“How many drinks did you have tonight?”

“Only a beer. I can drive.”

You’re about to yield, when the door of the pub opens… on the stranger Sirius has been hitting on the whole night.

“Oh, you really do have a motorcycle!” she exclaims, a little drunk, staying in the doorframe to avoid the rain.

She looks pretty like this, framed with golden light, cheeks flushed with alcohol, long hair cascading on her shoulders…

Sirius barely has time to register what’s happening, you’re already walking away.

“Y/N!”

“Siri! I wanted to give you my number!”

He’s started to follow you, but he turns to the stranger before hurrying after you again.

“Look, you’re nice, but I don’t think it’s gonna work out between us. Sorry about tonight.”

He doesn’t wait for her answer, for her protest. He’s running after you now. How come you can be so damn fast on these slippery wet leaves…

“Y/N! Wait!”

“Leave me alone…”

“You were about to finally let me give you a ride…”

“Yes, and then I was reminded that you have other obligations tonight.”

“I don’t have any, I don’t want to spend the night with her.”

You turn on your heels at that, and Sirius almost bumps into you as you stop dead.

“Why not? Have fun!”

“Why are you being mean again?”

And it’s true, you are. Your tone is aggressive, unnecessarily so.

But it just hurts. It hurts to see him with other women when you’ve been longing for him for years…

“Because I’m mad at you!”

“Why? I only offered you a ride! I’m still freezing to death under this bloody rain for you!”

“I’ve never asked you to do that!”

“You don’t have to!”

“Why not? Why do you always help me, why are you always here, always kind, always ready to take care of me, but the next second you’re throwing yourself into someone else’s arms?!”

Tears are back to stain your cheeks, and Sirius suddenly grows very still. His entire body tenses up, his cheeks grow paler.

You can’t be meaning this…

“What?”

You realize he’s still holding this bloody, stupid helmet…

“You were going to give her my helmet.”

And it sounds so stupid, but it isn’t, really. You’re surprised when Sirius raises up his free hand to cup your cheek, guiding your eyes up to face him.

He blinks a few times, trying to read through you.

You can’t be meaning this…

“What do you mean?”

He takes a step closer. And his fingers are cold on your cheek, it’s raining too hard for him not to be unbearably cold, but it doesn’t matter. His breath draws white patterns in the air between you as he struggles to slow down his heartbeat.

“Are you jealous?”

The question is simple, the answer should be easy.

But you know he doesn’t feel the same, and he knows you don’t see him this way. And you reckon that he could have better, and he thinks he doesn’t deserve you…

“No.”

But your voice is weak, and everything screams ‘liar’ in your demeanour.

“You’re jealous.”

This time, it isn’t a question, it’s a statement. A realization, rather.

Sirius can barely breathe. Because he is jealous whenever a guy flirts with you. And that’s because he’s in love with you.

There, he said it, at long last, it’s out in the open. He’s fucking in love with you, and that’s why he wants to punch any guy who kisses you, why it feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest whenever you have a boyfriend and he sees you happy with someone else, why he…

“It doesn’t matter,” you chirp, your voice barely there at all by now.

“Why are you jealous?”

“I’m not.”

“You… you said we were just friends. You keep on saying that. Every time anyone says that we’re more, you keep on saying we’re just friends.”

But you frown up at him. He guesses that’s because you’ve noticed how breathless he is now.

“Because we are friends.”

“Yes, but… I thought you… you friendzoned me.”

“What?”

“You. You friendzoned me. You’ve never let me think that you could feel anything for me. Romantically speaking, I mean.”

He runs his hand through his hair again, trying to push the drenched locks away. It’s raining even harder, the sound is deafening. He barely feels the rain colliding with his cheeks at all…

“Why would I have? You… you were clearly never interested.”

“I’m interested.”

“What?”

“I’ve been interested for two years.”

“WHAT?!”

“Why do you think I keep this ridiculous helmet with me all the damn time?”

He almost stops himself when he opens his mouth to speak again. Because he’s a mess, and you could have better. So much better. Someone who’s not as fucked in the head as he is.

But you’re looking up at him with the same kind of hope that he feels whenever he thinks of you, and even if it can’t last, he wants to believe in this dream of his, even if it must fade in a minute…

“I like you. A lot.”

“You… you like me?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you keep on sleeping around, then?”

“Because I thought I didn’t stand a chance, and I can’t get over you. Also… I’m a mess. A hot mess, but still a mess.”

He tries to give you a crooked smile, but it lacks the confidence he usually wears. He’s too fragile for now, at that moment. And this smoothness he has mastered over the years is altogether gone. Instead, he’s shaking out of both coldness and nerves.

“Are you mad at me?” he asks, and his fear is genuine as it shines in his stormy eyes.

He waits for your answer, and it doesn’t come. Each second his heart is beating faster and faster, to the point where he wonders how it doesn’t simply explode. You open your mouth once, close it again.

And he’s cursing himself for his stupidity, for his vanity, for even imagining for a second that someone as wonderful as you could fall in love with a mess like him, for wasting it all, for fucking up the best friendship he has ever had…

Until the cold of the rain is replaced by the coolness of your palms on both of his cheeks. Until all the air is knocked out of his lungs when you press your soft lips against his. Until all he can do is kiss you back, rain now falling on his closed eyelids, getting caught in his lashes. The pink helmet slips from his hands, allowing him to wrap his arms around your frame, to pull you closer, so damn close, there is no space left between your bodies, only the layers of your wet clothes.

When you break away, you are both out of breath, and the rain is still falling just as hard, and none of you notice.

“I like you, too,” your admittance is a whisper, it makes Sirius grin anyway, brighter than you’ve ever seen.

He truly looks like the star he was named after now, beaming at you, holding your face with both hands.

He dives in for another kiss, and then another, and another, and it’s only when he feels your teeth chattering under his fingers between two kisses that he finally breaks your embrace.

He bends down to pick the helmet, hands it to you again.

“Please, put this damn thing on. I’m taking you home.”

“Will you stay?”

He can read in your eyes that you don’t mean tonight. You mean tomorrow morning. You mean the day after that. You mean forever.

He’s the one to put the helmet on your head, a tender smile on his lips, one that you’ve never seen before.

One that’s full of love.

“Don’t worry, love. I’m staying.”

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wolfstarhaven · 1 year

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🌸FLUFFY FRIDAY #49🌸

Bring a toothbrush✨

Tidal Pull, by Deya (10k)

Sirius sees a handsome stranger picking along the mud of the Thames foreshore and he needs to know more. He encounters Remus Lupin a man obsessed with the history buried in the London mud. Together they share moments and small treasures and grow together.

This is absolutely LOVELY! Such a unique little gem! A story about mudlarking — something I’d never heard of before but since reading this I kinda really wanna do it??!! Remus in this is such an adorable grumpy nerd, and Sirius is so so so smitten. It’s funny, educational, cute and well-written. Read this!! 💎

Casanova of Gryffindor Tower, by Moonystar_394 (16k)

In sixth year, Sirius Black had two major realizations.

First and foremost, Sirius was utterly, irrevocably and in an almost excruciatingly embarrassing way head over heels for his best friend.

Secondly, his best friend was kind of a slut.

Aka the one where everyone is in love with Remus and Sirius is sexually frustated.

In which Remus is popular (and oblivious) and both idiots pine a lot. Fluffy and cute! (Not a one-shot, but I’m the boss of this blog so I’ll do what I want)

Happy holidays, friends! Will you be celebrating? If you feel alone, you can always come talk to me💕

xx Elliot

#fluffy friday #remus lupin #wolfstar #sirius black #r/s #muggle au #nerd!remus #smitten!sirius #popular!remus

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littlekysworld · 1 year

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for the commentary game ^^

“You are the kindest boy I've ever known. Incredibly selfless, brave, strong. Badass, even.” Izuku scoffs wetly, still oh-so-stubbornly shaking his head. "The day I met you, you saved me, Izuku. One person All Might himself couldn't save.” Izuku hurriedly wipes away at his own tears with the heel of his hand.

“I didn't...” Izuku croaks out.

"You absolutely did," Toshinori affirms, unyielding. Confronting Hisashi has him feeling suddenly brave where he'd been previously bound by fear. The image of the man, shadowing over Izuku as his smoke encircled the boy, had lit a fire under Toshinori. He'll shower this kid with the things he's been too cowardly to say. "My happiest gift. My greatest joy." He cups Izuku's tearful, crumpled face. "Your father is obviously blind. But I see you, Izuku."

"The day I met you, you saved me, Izuku. One person All Might himself couldn't save." is a line I was particularly proud of, I won't lie! 😁 I also think that it's one of the best things All Might could have said to Izuku to try to get him to see just HOW MUCH he means to All Might. In Izuku's mind especially, that line has to be one of the highest compliments one could ever be given!

That imagery of Hisashi towering over Izuku, encircling him with the smoke of his fire quirk is one picture of this fic I would love to draw (if I had the skill 😆). Also, Toshinori suddenly getting the urge and bravery to shower Izuku with affirmations just floats my boat. He is just utterly smitten with this green bean of a kid.

#bnha #writing #ask game #thank you anon!!

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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magnetic field | ron weasley smut

pairing: ron weasley x fem!reader warnings: smut, nsfw (18+). i was listening to line without a hook while writing this. does that say something??? THIS IS ALSO A FUN SMUT kinks: mummy kink, sub!ron, dom!reader, oral (male and female receiving), innocence kink of some sort (if you squint), humiliation kink, spitting, getting caught sksksk prompts: "i'm bloody half-naked in my horrific pants, y/n -" "yeah, makes things easier for me."

a/n: IDK FSDUFHSDJKFHDKSJFH i hope i did this justice i WANT TO MAKE THIS FUN and i was running out of product ideas but hey the weasley twins and weasley sister had a cameo here. thank you for this request, anon!

summary: if there was a pair known for mutual pining, it would be ron weasley and y/n y/l/n. the magnetic field was two strong, just like two opposite charges in an electric field - however, they act as if they were the same to repel each other. but just like any law, it was time for fate to finally step in - through a product from the weasley's wizarding wheezes which also defied physics laws.

To say that Ronald Bilius Weasley is shy around Y/N Y/L/N is an understatement. He was at the borderline between intimidated and completely, utterly, head over heels attracted in all plausible ways to her.

Such is the reason he tried everything and almost anything to impress the lady she was absolutely smitten with - which included the aspects of the physical, intellectual, emotional, and well, sexual.

Not that the both of them had reached that level of their relationship. No, Ron was too shy to admit his liking towards her — and still continued to divert topics whenever he was asked about it. However, they were both aware of the feelings they held for each other. Just really a bit too stubborn to seal whatever they have right now.

But just like how fate meddles with things that are meant to be when it decides it is — fate had decided to act upon the withholding pair.

“Y/N’s here!” Ginny announced as she opened the door where Y/N outside at.

Other than Y/N was a potential love interest of one of the Weasley’s, she was loved and accepted as if she was Molly and Arthur’s own child; protected and annoyed by Fred and George; adored and looked up to by Ginny.

One way or another, it had placed an immense amount of pressure to Ron.

He, Ginny, and Y/N were invited by Fred and George to their shop one afternoon for them to try out their new product. And Y/N, being muggleborn and the one who had explained to the twins about gravity and its possibility to be defied after endless queries from the duo, was considered as the key person for the production of the prototypes. It is only required for them to invite her over for her initial thoughts as well as her criticism.

"Ah, there is the woman behind the amazing madness!" Fred grinned as he nudged George who was busy making a run-over at the couple of hats which Y/N assumes as the prototypes.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "You flatter me too much, Fred."

Fred winked at her and smirked knowingly at Ron, making the youngest brother to roll his eyes out of annoyance. He dare not say it, but Ron had always been a tad bit jealous of Fred, knowing how the older twin knew his way around girls - a part of him is convinced that his charm could be effective on Y/N.

"You brought us here for hats?" Ginny narrowed her eyes at the two, her train of thought clearly not following whatever her older brothers had in mind.

"Ah, not just any hats." George smirked as he stood up from where he sat on the stool beside the counter where the hats were stacked upon each other. "You see, Y/N here," Fred starts as he flashes yet another wink at Y/N - which, annoyed Ron to an infinite extent - none that Fred didn't know, though.

"Had explained to us about the existence of gravity and we've decided to defy it."

"Like the muggle scientists ourselves -"

"Who believes in fun rather than science itself."

"Well, what does it do?" Ron asks as he leans forward to reach for the hat before George takes a hold of it to put down. "Might wanna be careful playing with these, ickle Ronniekins."

"You don't want to float away - though, we wanna ruin your day."

The twins exchanged 'hey's' as they shared a high-five over Fred's hint, making the three exchange confused looks at what they're trying to imply.

"I think we would be much more of use if we knew how it works." Ginny rolled her eyes as she takes the then-seat of George, getting a candy from the counter for her to chew on as she starts to think how she had just exchanged Quidditch training just for the sake of visiting her brothers.

"Ah, right!" Fred beams, giving a hat to George. "George will be demonstrating the product."

George placed the hat on his head, and sooner enough, it flew as if someone was pulling the hat way from him. And George, being the 'best demonstrator' as Fred complimented, acted though as if he didn't know about what the hat does; gasping as if he was intensely distressed at his hat floating upwards whenever he tries to reach for it.

"Anti-Gravity Hats," Fred starts.

"A perfect gift for every gentleman."

"Makes them really ungently, if you ask me."

Y/N smirked at the magical item, and as the twins looked over her, they were immensely satisfied by the look of approval which Y/N exuded. "Well, I've got to say, you defied gravity there."

"Are you going to try it out on someone?" Ron asks as he steals the candy which Ginny was opening for him to eat. "I mean, you've gotta try this on at least not you - because who knows if it's faulty on anyone."

The twins and Ginny raised their eyebrows at Ron's comment, as if they did not expect the words coming out of his mouth. The younger brother rolled his eyes at the trio as Ginny slow-clapped at the idea.

"Oh, ickle Ronniekins!" Fred exclaimed, wiping non-existent tears with his finger.

"What a lovely idea coming from a lovely gentleman!" George adds as he gets a hat that sat on the counter.

Almost as immediately, another hat was placed on Ron's head, making Ron exude a look of worry and shock.

"What the bloody hell, Fred?! George?!" he exclaimed as he started feeling his body be stripped of the existence of gravity as he felt his clothes being sucked out of his body.

As the idea that it was not the hat floating through space but rather Ron's clothes being flown upwards along with the hat dawned upon the twins, and quickly coming to their brother's help, Fred and George had raised their wands in attempt to stop the faulty prototype.

"Arresto momentum!" Fred casts.

"Descendo!" George follows suit.

The hat, along with Ron's clothing, had decreased velocity and sooner enough floated downwards. But the items descended, a sheepish look was all Fred and George mustered as they walked towards the two girls and a scarred, confounded, and almost frozen into place Ronald Weasley.

"That was a faulty prototype." Fred starts as he discards of the hat with a shake of his head.

"We're sorry for that, Ronnie." George looks at him, trying to not laugh as Ron stood in nothing but a pair of boxers - but not just any ordinary boxers.

"Now, that, my friend is a prank!" Fred exclaims, snapping Ron out of his shocked state as he realises that he was only in his pants which had multiple, red hearts patterned nicely across the fabric. And while Ron was used to being put into embarrassing situations because of pranks done by his brother - he certainly didn't like the fact that he was almost half-naked, not to mention, in front of Y/N.

"Bloody hell, you two!" Ron scowls at them before hurrying up the stairs to the twins' flat at the floor above the shop. The twins and Ginny had erupted into amused laughter as Y/N blushed over what she had seen.

Though she thinks it might have been traumatising on Ron's part, she couldn't help but feel herself getting turned on at the exposure of Ron's body - which, Y/N notes, had been toned due to excessive Quidditch training in their schooling years - as well as Ron's flustered state when their eyes have met.

Y/N excused herself from the trio and followed where Ron had ran upstairs. Pushing a door which was slightly ajar which had notified her that Ron may be inside, she was met by a frantic ginger trying to scurry in closet after closet in the hopes of trying to clothe himself with.

"Ron?" Y/N asks as she steps inside in with a light knock, and as Ron turns around he lets out a small shriek as he covers his torso with a rather small shirt which he throws away to replace with a much smaller one.

The girl laughs at Ron's attempt to shield himself from her eyes, which makes Ron flustered even more. Much to Ron's objective to free himself from an embarrassing exchange with the girl he is head-over-heels attracted to, he finds himself running towards George's bed to hide his body underneath the thick duvet of his brother's bed.

"I - er, bloody hell, Y/N. That was embarrassing, I'm sorry -" Ron apologises, refusing to look into Y/N's eyes which, had Ron been closer to look at it clearly, had darkened in lust at his incessant humiliation.

"Something I like," Y/N smirks as she walked towards Ron who scurried backwards until he found himself reprimanded as his back hit the headboard of the bed.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" he asks as Y/N never ceased in walking slowly towards him. "Testing out the waters," Y/N replied casually as she takes a seat on the bed, "you're taking an awful lot of time, Ron."

"I'm bloody half-naked in my horrific pants, Y/N -"

"Yeah, makes things easier for me."

Ron lets out a breath as Y/N towers over him to finally taste what they had been withholding themselves from. Her hands tugging firmly on the duvet which reprimands her from being able to take in the sight before her, she pulls it down from Ron's body as the boy reciprocated the action by pushing himself out from the doubling warmth erupting from the kissing as well as the thickness of the duvet.

"Y/N -" Ron objects as he realises Y/N was a virgin.

"Ron, I'm ready," she states as she straddles his waist, hands reaching for Ron's wand that had fallen at the ground to cast a locking spell on the door before ridding herself her upper garments.

Unbuttoning her blouse, she rocked her hips back and forth on Ron's clothed crotch, making his cock harden underneath the feeling of her warm, clothed cunt running over it.

"Oh, mummy, that's it," Ron nods as he takes a hold of her waist, pushing her down on his crotch to increase the pressure on his dick, making the both of them moan in the euphoric feeling.

Something about what Ron had called her clicked inside of Y/N, and though she was nothing but innocent and inexperienced, she clasped the claw clip that held her hair in a bun to let her locks flow from her head, leaning forward to hold on the headboard as she meets Ron's eyes which held the same lust and love as that of her's.

"Yeah, you like what mummy's doing to you, Ronnie?" she bites her lip as she increases the speed of her rutting on Ron's crotch, making moaning as Ron unclasped her bra for him to suck on as she towered over his body.

Ron let out a moan of approval to her question as his nails dug deep on the skin of her waist as he sucked, bit, and licked her perky nipple in his mouth, eliciting a long moan from Y/N.

"Mummy likes her tits being sucked, baby," Y/N whimpers, feeling herself pooling in arousal as she started not just to rut but also to hump on him, "you're being such a good boy for mummy, Ron."

"Oh, fuck," Ron moans as he lets go of her right breast in order to bite on his lips as he feels his climax approaching him faster than expected. "Mummy, don't stop - please, gonna come - n-not gonna last - ah!" he exclaims as his hips meet the thrust of Y/N, chasing his orgasm.

"That's it, fall apart for mummy, darling." Y/N taunts, as she brought Ron's hand on her breast for him to pinch as she watches him fall apart in her hands.

"Y/N, mummy -" Ron gasps as he came inside of his pants, cheeks reddening at the thought, but he couldn't care less. "Merlin, fuck, I - that was -"

"The hottest thing I've ever seen." Y/N commented as she leaned forward again to push her tongue on Ron's mouth. This time, harsher and much more passionate than the first.

Ron's hands tugged on Y/N's trousers, making her chuckle, "Wanna see mummy naked like you, don't you, baby?" she asks breathlessly.

"Mhm," Ron agrees, "don't want to be the only one half-naked, mummy."

Y/N pulls herself away from the kiss as she tugs her trousers down, arousal in her underwear pooling at Ron's hungry stare over her exposed body. "Mummy's so beautiful," Ron murmurs as his hand went to her neck to pull her in a loving kiss, the endless pining finally coming to a resolve.

Sooner enough, all of their clothes had been discarded on the floor as they devoted themselves in kisses and tongue. With the tip of Ron's cock teasing her entrance, and with every rock of her hips had her moaning at the unintentional teasing, she pushes herself up from her leaning over Ron.

"Gonna try something, baby, is that alright?"

"Do whatever you want, mummy,"

Ron watches Y/N swivel her body around as she pushes her underwear down. In about a matter of seconds, Ron was in between of her thighs that held such a small confinement to his head.

"Shit," Ron gasps as he felt her hands holding his erected cock. "Baby's firm. Who did this to you, baby?" she asks as she ghosts her fingers over his member, making Ron shiver in delight.

"You, mummy," he replies as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around her legs to push her farther to lick a bold stripe on her dripping cunt, "you."

Y/N moaned as she finds the strength of her knees failing her when she relishes in Ron eating her out as his hands knead her ass. "Oh, Merlin, Ron - right there - oh, my god," she drawls as her right hand comes to her breast for her to pinch her nipples.

"Doing so bloody good for mummy, aren't you Ron?" she tries to ask as her left hand takes a firm grip on Ron, making him reply in a groan. She opens her mouth to spit on Ron's dick, spreading her saliva around him as she tightly jerked Ron off who soon became a whiny mess as he tried so hard to lap on her pussy.

A gasp from Y/N and a groan from Ron was heard as she takes his length inside her mouth when Ron pushed a finger inside her with his hips snapping up which made Y/N choke on his dick.

Moans and groans, as well as the wet slapping of skin, were heard throughout the room as they desperately tried to chase their high.

"Doing so good for mummy, Ron," Y/N moaned as she felt the third finger being inserted into her after Ron felt like she was being accustomed to the constant addition of fingers, the idea of her being new to all of this (much to Ron's disbelief), "Fuck!" she drawls as she halts from giving him head to dwell in the pleasure, her hand replacing her mouth.

"Mummy, you're so bloody amazing - i'm about to -"

"Yes, baby, I am, too."

As they continued on bringing each other over the edge, they both soon came, the coil at the pits of their stomach snapping as Y/N let out a squeal as she feels Ron lapping on her pussy as she came.

"Fuck," she whispered as Ron decelerated in his movements, his head falling limp on the pillows. She licked Ron's cock in the attempt of having a taste of his cum, making Ron squirm at the sensitivity.

Y/N hoisted her body up as she turned around to lay down on Ron's body as he still recovered from his orgasm. As they laid in silence, Ron leaned down to kiss on her hair as his hand ran through her hair.

They were about to completely doze off and completely forget where they were until they heard George's voice inside the room, making the couple shriek and Ron cover the duvet around their exposed body.

"Cast a silencing charm the next time you decide it to do it in our room," George chuckles as he gets something from the dresser. "Also, I expect my bed to be clean the next time I'm here."

"I've got to say, ickle Ronniekins," Fred suddenly joins as he eyed them whilst leaning on the doorframe, "our Anti-Gravity Hat did so much more than defying gravity, don't you think?"

"Sod off," Ron grumbled, while his heart fluttered at Y/N's laughter.

"About time they did something, though." George nodded at him as he still continued rummaging through his dresser. "Could you please hurry up, George?" Ron groaned, running a hand over his face.

George turned around to throw him a shirt, "Hey, I didn't interrupt you having sex," he turned around as he took a hold of his beanie, "this is the only way you could thank me."

"Oh, Georgie, we're expecting more than words of gratitude." Fred laughed as he pushed himself away from the doorframe, receiving the beanie and scarf which George gave him, "We'll be at the Apothecary, Ginny went to training." George says as he takes a hold of the doorknob.

"Congratulations, also, Ron and Y/N." Fred winks.

"And Y/N," George called out, "take care of our ickle Ronniekins, yeah?"

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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Hi! Hope you are having a lovely day! I was wondering if you could do a concept where Zemo has to marry again (pretending that he didn't go to prison ) and if you could make the reader British so I can subtly live through it. Thank you!! :)

[Oh my-, I absolutely love the idea of Zemo finding love again & going as far as tying the knot! Hope your day is going great, too! <3] | Headcanons for Zemo & others are open!

Zemo Marrying A British!Reader Headcanons

[no pronouns used]

First of all, the moment his eyes fell to your figure, he knew you would somehow change his life, though he was not quite sure how.

You were absolutely gorgeous & while he was not a man to care too much about looks, simply because personality was the most important trait for him, you made his body act out in the best way possible. One look & he was utterly smitten.

But it seemed like you had some tricks up your sleeves. Your first conversation had him falling head over heels. You talked about everything & nothing in particular. Small talk.

BUT YOUR ACCENT!

It was no secret that he was a sucker for the way you pronounced words with such casualty because you were not even aware that your voice could have that effect on someone else.

When you two talked, it was the sweetest mix of accents that was so different & yet blended together seamlessly.

While it was not the only reason for you guys to end up dating (Zemo could have written a list with thousands of reason, honestly. For example your shared love for tea.) it was definitely a part of why you were so interesting to him.

Dating, for once, was alright but when he found himself craving to show you how truly in love he was with you, he came across a border he had set for himself.

Marriage. After his family died, he promised himself to never marry again. It was some sort of loyalty to his wife & his son.

Then you waltzed into his life & the urge to break his promise became harder to resist each & every day. Because you smiled at him like he was the only one in this universe. You cared for him with such gentleness, it made him doubt if he even deserved it. You.

It was worth taking a risk & he finally found enough courage to ask you.

You watched his innocent, almost shy eyes as he was down on one knee, showcasing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

You said yes. Of course you did. Anything else would not have made sense.

The wedding took place in your hometown. It was Zemo’s idea. Because maybe he kind of fell in love with British accents? With yours in the first place, if you were entirely honest.

It was just the two of you, a small ceremony. Just like you had always dreamed.

During your vows, Zemo was completely vulnerable in front of you. Opening up about his fears of taking that step again but finding the needed courage inside of your big heart you offered to him. He ended his speech with a bit more humor, just like you expected him to.

“I must say, my love, your accent was a curse I could not resist.”

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#helmut zemo #helmut zemo x reader #zemo #zemo x reader #headcanon

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vina-writes · 2 years

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TLC Tuesday!

Share something you’re proud of—oh boy am I late with this one. I’m still trying to get into the flow of using tumblr regularly after being gone for so long. Thank you so much for the tag @softlystarstruck!!

I’ll share my fic Darling Buds of May. It was written as a gift for @orange-peony for the @harrydracompreg fest. It’s one of my absolute favorite works, both because it’s a bit longer (I really struggle with longfic) and because I love the Draco I wrote for it. Dramatic, sappy, slightly unhinged but lovable Draco who’s head-over-heels for Harry is my favorite Draco both to read and to write. I love how he makes a bigger deal out of everything than he should, and how silly but endearing his inner monologue is.

I’m also quite proud of the relationship dynamic I wrote for this fic. I wanted both Harry and Draco to be utterly smitten, the classic “so married” tag, and I think I hit the mark pretty well with this fic! So I’m happy.

Tagging @stargazing-enby, @faevorite-main-blog, @elvenwinters, @avenueofesc, @peachpety, @sweet-s0rr0w, @onbeinganangel, @hogwartsfirebolt and honestly everyone! I’ve missed you all so much and can’t even think of who to tag—the list would be too long.

#tag game #tlc tuesday #drarry #fic rec

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thisisgonnafuxkinkillme · 3 years

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So, you get got writers block eh? How about Toshi being absolutely smitten with the new teacher at UA and has been in love with her stern, hardcore attitude? And then he forces her into dancing with him while he serenades her (or them whatever is fine w/you) and then they date. This lives quite rent free in my head and I'm bad at writing sooo.... Here, it's your problem now.

Coming riggghtttt up!

Violet Enigma

Toshinori Yagi x F! Teacher! Reader

Warnings: mentions of chronic illness (very very subtle), and that’s really it

Not many things have absolutely stopped All Might in his tracks. No, he's well used to seeing the usual gore and violence, the high stakes, the horrific circumstances. None of them have ever made him pause, not even for a moment.

But when she walked into the office, her heels clicking against the tile, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

She didn't notice, of course. She was much too busy staring straight ahead, cooly.

That was until her eyes caught his. In that moment, time stood totally still. It was almost as if, no, it couldn't be.

Her eyes seemed to flash purple.

But no, he assured himself, it was surely a trick of the light.

He could scarcely blink before her gaze was back to her target and she seemingly forgot all about him.

...

"Hey, uh... Who's that lady?" Toshinori whispered, cradling a cup of tea. Aizawa lazily pressed some buttons on the microwave, heating up last night's pizza.

"What lady? How can I possibly know who you're talking about?" He yawned.

Toshinori flushed at the realization that, in fact, not everyone had her image permanently implanted in their minds.

"You know...the one with the... hair? And the, uh...the new one?"

Aizawa sighed, thinking for a moment.

" I think that's y/n," he replied, plopping himself down next to his coworker.

"Thanks," muttered Toshinori. Just as he took a sip of his tea, an unfamiliar voice filled his ears.

"What's got you so curious about me, sir?" The woman asked. She was carrying a clipboard, scribbling something.

The blond had nothing to say. He was so shocked by her presence that he could just stare for a moment.

She sighed, biting the tip of her pen.

"Do you know where room number 512 is?" She asked, not even looking up from her work. Toshinori sighed in relief of her changing the subject.

"Its upstairs and to the right."

"Thank you, Mister...?"

"Toshinori. Or Yagi. Or...um...well, nevermind. Aren't you going to eat something?"

"I will. Just not right now. I've got a lot to get done, Mr. 'Nevermind.' "

And like that, she was gone.

...

The following day, Ms. Y/N entered the office once again, her pristine outfit looking as fresh as a pressed uniform.

She paused for a moment upon seeing All Might in his muscular form, however.

"I don't believe we've met," she mumbled, "You may refer to me as Ms. Y/N. And yourself?"

He subconsciously looked down.

"I'm All Might. Haven't you... seen me before?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I can't say I have. I don't watch television. What's your real name?" She asked skeptically. For a moment, it almost looked like her eyes flashed again.

"Well, uh, you see-".

"It's fine. Do you know when the next meeting is being held, Mr... Sir?"

.....

At lunch, she was no where to be seen, as always.

Usually, Yagi would make himself comfortable in the staff room with a cup of tea and a book.

Today, though, he'd decided to find her.

He aimlessly wandered the now empty halls, passing rooms where classes were being held, the ever noisy lunchroom, peeking into each open door in an attempt to spot her.

Miss Enigma. That's what she goes by as a pro hero. But, she's not the type of hero you'd see get the credit. She'd much rather work alongside a group, blending into the background, and staying subtle.

He found that name quite fitting for her, though.

Especially because he didn't even know what her damn quirk was. No one did.

Finally, he reached the computer lab all the way at the end of the hall. The lights were off, which would usually signal that no one was in there, but based off of the rapid clicking of keys, someone had definitely snuck in there.

Probably a student. Kids like Shinsou and Deku would usually hide themselves here during lunch, getting their homework done in leiu of eating.

Upon opening the door though, he quickly realized that he was wrong.

It was her.

She jumped, startled terribly by the unwanted interupption. She quickly regained her composure as she turned around.

"What are you doing here, mister?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"I can ask you the same," he retorted with a small, semi confident smirk.

She sighed.

"Why does it concern you?"

Toshinori's face grew pink, embarassment growing in his chest, suffocating him.

"Uh, I...um, I j-just-"

"I'm busy. You may speak to me later," she stated, spinning around to face the screen once again. Yagi stood there for a moment in shock before closing the door and doing as she wished: leaving her alone.

He did not look for her, though. Her merciless tone was enough to slice him to the bone. He didn't want to hear any more.

It was right after classes ended when he was on his way to his dorm. He passed room 512, Ms. Y/N's class, and as he passed the room, he paused, hearing her scolding a student.

"There was absolutely no reason for you to earn this grade in my class, young man. None. You can do so much better than this."

"B-but, it was a 96," whimpered the boy. He couldn't see exactly who it was, but he could tell by his warbled tone it was Young Midorya.

Isn't a 96 good though?

She sighed.

"It was a silly mistake you made. It could have been 100. Listen, I know the kind of student you are. You're smart. You should be competing with students like Iida, who earned a 102."

She continued to speak, but Toshi had heard enough. He was exhausted as it is, but hearing something so silly as that just exacerbated it.

...

The next morning, a stiff hand squeezed his shoulder as he sipped his coffee.

He looked up, wide eyed, meeting Y/N's steely gaze.

"I didn't see you yesterday. Didn't you wish to speak with me?" She asked.

"Oh, uh...it was nothing, really," he stammered out, looking down. She squinted her eyes.

"That feels like it's not entirely true. Either way, I will be available for a...chat... If that's what you were hoping for, this lunch period. If you'd like," she offered, her hand still on his shoulder.

"Really?" He squeaked, his shyness peaking through. She nodded silently before delicately seating herself at her desk.

It took centuries, but finally, lunch period arrived.

And so did she.

Before Toshinori even had the chance to get up to find her, she was standing at his desk.

"Are you ready?" She asked, holding a lunch bag in each hand.

He nodded. In response, y/n handed him one of the bags.

"You never eat anything. It's not healthy, you know."

He chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I've survived a lot worse."

"...Like?"

"Well, I'd rather not say. Not...now, at least," he scratched the back of his head, praying that she'd change the subject.

She didn't. Instead, she simply stared blankly at him.

"Where are you taking me, anyways?" He asked. He internally screamed as he waited for her to use that to spark a conversation.

"I don't like being around people. We could go to the library, or my dorm, or your dorm, or anywhere where it can just be you and I."

He nodded.

"L-lets just go to your dorm," he mumbled, realizing his was quite in a state of dissarray at the moment.

She nodded.

The walk was pleasent enough. As pleasent as a near silent walk could be.

One thing about Ms. Enigma is that everything she does, no matter how seemingly miniscule, is done with a sense of urgent purpose. Her eyes are always fixed upon some sort of goal, and each with each breath, she is calculating her next move carefully.

It helped her be an efficient, yet stern teacher, but a hard person to chat with.

Finally, the pair reached her dorm. Number 111.

The door opened to reveal an utterly spotless bed and kitchenette, surrounded by piles and piles of books, scribbled notes, calculators, and empty soda cans. She stepped over the piles gracefully, scarcely looking down, while Toshinori carefully tip toed around every discarded item in order to avoid damaging a single item.

Frankly, he feared what a scolding from her would comprise of for him.

She sat herself onto her bed, cris crossing her legs. He, on the other hand, took his place at the kitchenette.

The silence was unbearable.

“So, um...what did you wanna chat about, Enigma?” he muttered.

Pushing up her glasses with one finger, she replied plainly, “You tell me, Yagi.”

He shrugged.

“Eat,” she ordered.

Captured by her spell, he obeyed her, eating the food she’d prepared. It was a humble little meal, one that she’d surely planned out, and was in a word, delicious.

Thankfully, the silence changed from an uncomfortable one to one that he would be content with curling up and living in for quite a while.

...

After that day, Y/N would always be somewhere near Toshinori during lunch period. Whether it be in the same room, or right next to him, she was there.

She usually was hard at work or silently eating. That didn’t mean, though, that she wouldn’t urge him to eat something. He’d find small lunches made up for him at his desk on days where she wasn’t there, and on days she was, she’d silently pause every once in awhile to glare at him if he hadn’t eaten.

Despite that seemingly caring action, though, she didn’t seem at all interested in the blond. He didn’t attempt to flirt, or anything that could possibly elicit a raised eyebrow, but that was simply because he felt as if he couldn’t.

What if she rejected him?

I mean, she works right across from him. They see eachother every single day.

It’d be hell.

But...

What if she didn’t?

...

“Alright, we need a couple chaperones for the spring semester dance. Who’s up for it?” Aizawa asked boredly. Miss Midnight and Present Mic raised their hands excitedly.

“Alright, I’ve got you both down. I need two more.”

“I’ll do it,” offered Y/N. The entire conference room grew quiet for a moment.

“You do realize that you can’t give out detention slips at a dance, right?” Hizashi scoffed.

“I am aware of that, sir. Are you aware of the existance of an ‘inside voice’?” she gritted with condecention seeping through her teeth.

He put his hands up, indicating that she’d won that particular battle.

“I’m free on that night, too,” Toshinori added. His comment broke through the thick silence that had fell onto the room.

“Thank you, A- ahem, Toshinori,” Aizawa nodded, penning the final name down.

After the meeting, Y/N was the final one to leave, alongside Toshinori.

“You know, there’s gonna be a lot of people there on that dance,” he whispered.

“I know. Maybe I’d like that. You seem like you do,” she replied, a tiny smile pulling at the edges of her lips. No one else would’ve noticed it, but after spending so many monotone days with her, he recognized the new expression instantly.

“I don’t, particularly. But...”

“But?”

“Nothing. It’s...nothing.”

“If you say so, Mister. I’ll see you then,” she allowed herself to smile as she once again, left him in silence.

...

That week passed by without much issue. There was the usual ruckus coming from class 1-A, but nothing too serious.

The night had arrived. Just outside his dorm, he could hear the clamour of excited chatter coming from students on their way to the gymnasium.

He sighed, tying a red tye around his neck, a nice contrast against his suit.

He hadn't exactly planned on dressing like this, but upon realizing that he didn't have anything less fancy than this and more fancy than what he usually wore to work, he settled on being a little extraordinary.

As soon as he exited the dorm and was greeted with the wave of students pushing past each other in the halls, he knew he'd made a mistake.

"Oof! Oh, hey, um...?" Midoriya squeaked, pressed against the wall and cramped. He’d caught himself before he called him by his hero name, but his real name slipped his mind at that exact moment.

"Toshinori. What is it, my boy?" He smiled, ruffling the boy's messy hair.

"Uh, I dunno, I don't usually do stuff like this. Are... Why are you wearing that? Isn't it a little fancy?"

Toshinori blushed instantly.

"Oh my God. Who is it?" Izuku squealed excitedly, cursing himself for forgetting a pen to take some notes.

"Geez, kid, keep it down a little, won'tcha? It-she-"

"She?!"

"Single file line or none of you will be attending tonight's dance," stated a voice that ascended effortlessly above the crowd's noisiness.

Instantly, everyone calmed down and began to form a line, neatly making their way to the gym.

Toshinori closed his door as he whisked the boy away, urging him to go have a good time, and to 'enjoy being young while you can.'

It was merely seconds after he was standing alone, against the wall, waiting for the crowd to die down as he noticed her.

Y/N had been standing there for quite a few minutes, in the same position as he, and just about 4 feet away.

It was hard for him to believe that he'd missed her. The dress she'd worn was absolutely more extravagant than any gown he'd seen in an event like this. It was sparkly and red, reflecting every ounce of light that hit it from all directions. It accentuated her body beautifully and perfectly fit.

In short, she was stunning.

"My, my. You sure do look nice today," she grinned.

He nodded dumbly. He was just about as red as the dress she was wearing.

Finally, it was time for them to make their ways to the dance.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked.

"I hope so," he replied, toying with his tie.

...

Music boomed in Y/N's and Toshinori's ears, accompanied by dealing with the antics of goofball teenagers and breaking up silly fights.

Once things began to calm down quite a bit, Y/N approached Toshinori, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaning in close to his ear.

"Meet me on the rooftop," she whispered before dissapearing into the crowd.

So, he did.

She sat near the edge, staring into the inky violet sky.

Toshinori took his place next to her, handing her a much needed bottle of water.

She thanked him before turning to him with a deep sigh.

"There's something I'd like to tell you," she mumbled. For the first time, she actually looked nervous.

Taking a sip of the water, she continued, "You know, I never really do things like this. You've probably gathered that by...my nature. But, I must admit, you are one person I can't seem to get off of my mind. And, well, frankly...I like you, Toshinori. To quite a degree."

He blinked, slack jawed, shaking his head.

“How could someone like you like someone like me?

“Good question. I like you because you're...well, I suppose I don't really know. You're just you, and that's what I like about you. Plus, I know you’ve done so much for so many people. Why dont you like you?”

He paused, his heart absolutely seizing at that for more than one reason.

"Oh! I suppose I should tell you about my quirk. But...I expect full confidentiality from you. Essentially, I can find out one's secrets by looking at them. Surely, you've seen me activate it before."

He nodded, covering his mouth.

"W-what do you...know?"

"Don't worry, not much. I respect you too much to dig that deep. All I know is that, in some point of your life, you were probably some type of hero. All I know, is that in your life time, you've saved many lives, and touched countless others. As to why you'd want that to be a secret, I have no idea. But, I do find it interesting," she explained.

"What do you do with the secrets you know, then?" He asked, his voice still pinched with fear that his secret could be compromised.

"With yours? Nothing. I have no friends to share it with, and not enough details or desire to post about it online. Frankly, I don't give a damn about who you used to be. I care about who you are. Your secret will always be safe with me."

He sighed deeply. It wasn’t as if no one was aware of his secret; plenty of people knew. But the more people who did, the higher at risk the school, as well as the students and staff, were placed at.

Plenty of people,too, wanted him dead. Even being retired, he is still considered a threat to villians across the globe, thanks to his notorious acts of heroism throughout the decades. With him in his sickly, weakened state, he’d be easy to assasinate, and the people who would go that far wouldn’t be opposed to taking others down with him.

He...couldn’t have that.

So, before Y/N was scheduled to begin work, it was decided that she’d be left in the dark about his identity, as well as any newcoming staff from thenon out. It’d be safer that way.

Her eyes dreamily stared off into the infinate stars as she silently pondered on what to say next.

“Would you like to know the rest?” he asked. His voice shook a little, causing her to look at him.

She nodded.

“I’m All Might.” “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding!” giggles y/n, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m pathetic,” he sighes. He rubbed his forehead, looking away ashamedly.

“No, no! I mean, I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier! I mean, you guys do look pretty similar.”

He shrugs.

“I’m serious! Plus, I mean, it’s kind of obvious now that you mention it. I mean, I guess you guys do wear the same clohtes to work everyday, and I haven’t seen you two in the same room before, so yeah, I can definiately see it,” she paused, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks bright red.

“God, I’ve probably said ‘Good morning’ to you and...er...you, twice every day. Why’d you let me do that like a fool?!” she teased, play punching him in the arm.

He laughed, absolutely relieved that she didn’t ridicule him for how he’d taken care of his body for the past few years. It seemed that her attitude had completely changed from the one he’d known for so long, but in a good way.

In a happy way.

She stood up, still smiling, “We need to go back to the dance, Mister. We have a duty, you know.”

“Oh, I know. I’m well aware. You can almost hear the music all the way up here, can’t you?”

She nodded, walking towards the door to the stairs. He grabbed her by the arm before she could escape, though, and leave him alone with his thoughts and hopes and dreams like she had so many times.

“You... you didn’t get my answer,” he breathed, pulling her in. She raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“What exactly- oh!”

The music from downstairs was slow, romantic, and jovial. Perfect for this moment.

He gently took her other hand, guiding her into a dance.

“I-I can’t...I don’t know how to dance, Mr. Yagi,” she mumbled, looking up at him.

“I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead,” he smiled back.

And just like that, the Enigma was gone, leaving just Y/N in her place. She was no longer an Enigma, but rather a glimmer of what he’d never gotten a chance to be: in love.

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Tinsel and Tourists - Chapter Fifteen

Word Count: 1,182

Cas’ POV

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Bonus: Link to Destiel December Peppermint Ficlet Day 7 (posted earlier today if anyone wants some fluffy cuddles and peppermint candles)

Cas winced slightly, pouting at what would be a rather huge bruise forming across his thigh in the next few hours. But he was far more worried about Dean. He reached out, putting his hands on Dean’s chest and doing a quick once over. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked quickly, moving his hands to cup Dean’s face.

“I’m fine,” Dean muttered, pushing Cas’ hands away forcefully. The movement was jarring, and it sent a spike of panic straight to Cas’ heart. Was Dean angry with him for letting him fall? Had he ruined their date? Dean did not trust him anymore?

“Dean, I'm so sorry-” Cas started to say, scrambling to try and pull himself up and away, but Dean’s hand shot out, grabbing Cas’ forearm and keeping him in place.

“Hey, no, it’s okay. Really. It’s alright. I uh- I overreacted because um-” Dean broke off, scrubbing his face with his free hand and letting out a strangled sound. “Goddammit. Because it’s embarrassing falling in front of you like that.”

Cas looked at Dean, really looked at him, and he noticed the dark stain to his cheeks and the way Dean’s eyes weren’t meeting his; cheeks flushed not from the wind but from shame.

Cas reached out again, letting his fingers settle on Dean’s jaw, and this time, Dean leaned into the touch. “Hey, it’s okay, Dean. Seriously. I’ve wiped out so many times on the ice it’s unreal. It was my fault, not yours. I promised not to let you fall, and I did. I’m sorry, Dean. I should’ve taught you how to stop first.”

Finally, Dean’s eyes met his, and Cas let out a breath of relief he didn’t even realize he was holding onto. There was no anger in Dean’s eyes; only a hint of shyness.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Not hurt, are you?” Cas pressed.

Dean shook his head. “Just a bruised ass and a bruised ego. But I’m alright.”

Nodding in relief, Cas made to move again, and Dean yanked on him harder. “Where are you going, good-looking?”

Now it was Cas’ turn to flush, cheeks tingeing pink at Dean’s words. He kept saying things like that; calling him handsome and hot and good-looking, and it was making Cas’ head spin. How could someone as sinfully gorgeous at Dean be calling him things like that? Dean was the attractive one here, and God, was Dean handsome. Even sprawled out across the ice, Dean was still devastatingly beautiful.

“I’m getting up so that I can help you up. I believe I still owe you a kiss. If you still want me to kiss you, that is?” Cas asked, chewing at his lower lip nervously. Maybe Dean wouldn’t want Cas to kiss him anymore. Especially after he’d promised not to let Dean fall and yet they’d both ended up crashing to the ground.

Dean shook his head, and Cas instantly felt his heart shatter. God, he really had ruined it. How could he have been so stupid? The first guy he’d gone and fallen for in years and he’d managed to screw it up on the first date.

But then Dean’s hands were on his jacket, pulling him in closer. “I’d rather you kiss me right here, right now,” Dean said, drawing Cas’ face in until their noses bumped together softly.

Cas’ heart stuttered to a stop in his chest, before leaping into his throat and beating so fast Cas felt dizzy. “You- you still want me to kiss you?”

“Do you really think one fall on the ice was going to make me not want you? God, Cas. I’m freaking crazy about you, and all I want is for you to kiss me again,” Dean murmured.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. If Cas thought his heart was beating fast before, it all but felt like it was bursting in his chest now. Had Dean really just said that? Oh God. Cas wasn’t just falling anymore. Nope. He was head over heels for Dean. Absolutely smitten.

“I’m crazy about you, too, Dean. Like utterly gone for you,” Cas admitted, words slipping from his mouth unfiltered. It was true though. Cas couldn’t help it. He was so into Dean it was unreal. Completely infatuated.

“Then kiss me, Cas.”

And Cas did, closing the gap and locking their lips together in a searing kiss. Their lips glided together, tongues just ever so softly brushing against each other. Dean let out a little groan, and Cas all but snapped, leaning further forward and kissing Dean harder; mouths breaking apart and instantly crashing back together again.

The kisses melded from soft and sweet to desperate and deep, and Cas’ head was spinning with ecstasy. Catching Dean’s lower lip between his own, Cas licked across Dean’s lip, nipping slightly before finally breaking the kiss as his lungs burned for air. He gasped in a sharp breath of air, before leaning in and kissing Dean once more; this time gentle and slow, just their lips pressing together and sliding against each other before Cas pulled away.

Dean looked up at Cas with starry eyes, and Cas felt the breath get knocked from his lungs all over again. “Did I make up for letting you fall?” Cas asked.

“God, yes,” Dean said, smiling brightly as he pressed their foreheads together. “Best damn kiss of my life.”

Cas felt himself flush again, and he moved to hide his head in Dean’s shoulder. “Every kiss with you is the best of my life,” Cas admitted, words pressed against Dean’s throat.

“You know, not that I wouldn’t stay here making out with you for the rest of the night, but I’m getting extremely cold now,” Dean said with a laugh.

Shit. Cas hadn’t even realized they were both still sitting on the ice. “Let me help you up?” Cas asked, waiting for Dean to nod yes before he disentangled himself out from Dean’s embrace. With practiced ease, Cas used his skates to push himself back up, before he settled his weight and offered Dean his hand. “I won’t let you fall again, I promise.”

“I trust you,” Dean said, linking their fingers together as he let Cas yank him up into his personal space. “Hey you,” Dean said when he was pressed up against Cas again.

“Hey handsome,” Cas replied, ghosting his mouth over Dean’s before leaning back with a teasing smile. “I still have that hot cocoa. What do you think? Time to get off the ice and warm up?”

The grin that crossed Dean’s lips was blinding, and it made Cas’ heart stutter in his chest all over again. “Hot cocoa and more mistletoe. Sounds like Heaven to me,” Dean said.

Cas cocked his head even though he was smiling like an idiot. “Oh? What makes you think I’m going to use that to kiss you again?”

Dean smirked, licking across his lower lip, and Cas tracked the movement with a sharp breath. “Well, if you don’t use it to kiss me, then I’m stealing it so I can kiss you.

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diademsandtiaras · 3 years

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soulmate AU rec list

my favorite wolfstar soulmate AUs!

@siriuslystag has a good soulmate au rec list as well, for more ships than just wolfstar if you’re interested (you can find it here)

if your love were a grain of sand by professorrjlupin

When your soulmate says something that makes you realize you're in love with them, what they said is written on your wrist, along with their name and the time.

Sirius is in love with Remus. Head over heels, smitten, whatever other words you have for it. Remus probably is, too, he just doesn't know it yet.

when the stars align by killianjones32

Some wizards are born with the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed onto their skin but as a child Sirius was told that soulmates weren’t real.

He wants to tell this Remus Lupin that he’s his soulmate.

He wants to persuade this James Potter to go find the sweet trolley so he can lift up the hem of his sleeve and show Remus his tattoo, his marking that bears his name.

He wants to but he doesn’t.

don’t fuck this up, lupin by blibberinghumdiggory

Snippets of your soulmate's thoughts about you appear written somewhere on your body, they change all the time and are utterly useless. So when one mess of a Sirius Black and one angsty Remus Lupin get caught up in confusion with their words it takes one completely done Lily Evans (with the slight aid of one adoring James Potter) to sort them out.

two certainties by facingthenorthwind

The tattoo on Sirius Black's wrist meant that he knew two things: one day, he would be loved, and on that day, it would all end.

should i look? by ilene_may

When you turn sixteen, you choose to see who your soulmate is. The system isn't perfect. Some people aren't Matches, and some people don't have a soulmate at all, but if you don't look on your birthday, you'll never get another chance.

Remus Lupin is about to turn sixteen, and he can't decide whether or not he wants to look. He already knows that he can't be Matched with the only person he wants, so what's the point if all it'll result in is unhappiness?

moony by judeyjude

Soulmate identifying marks are like a fingerprint - every love is unique and special. Not one couple is the same as another, so there are no repeats in soulmate connections. One couple could write to each other on their arms, another could have matching tattoos that colored in when they met, and another could be deaf their whole lives until they made eye contact with their true love. The only consistency is that everyone has some kind of indication by the time they are sixteen.

At 25 years old, Remus Lupin has given up the idea that he's destined for someone until James calls him one fateful night.

romantic obscenities and other curiousities of love by casstayinmyass

Sirius Black's soulmate has a foul mouth-- that's all he knows. Remus Lupin wonders what he could have possibly done to warrant such an explosion of words that he's had tattooed on his back his whole life. In the small mountain town of Hogsmeade, they're both bound to find out soon.

of love and death by shadow_prince

On your 16th birthday, two names appear somewhere on your skin. The name of your soulmate, and the name of the person who will cause your death, with no indication which is which. On each of their birthdays Sirius, Remus, and James work through receiving their Marks.

five stages by craftybadger1234

When eleven year-old Sirius finds out he's soulmates with Remus, he goes through the five stages of grief over six years.

note: this one isn’t exactly angsty per se, but it might make you hate sirius for a little bit, so fair warning and all

goose on the loose by newdog14

It began with James bursting into the dormitory to announce that he’d had the most brilliant idea, and really, that should have been all Remus needed to hear to know that something completely ridiculous and absolutely inconvenient was about to happen.

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THE BIG SUNSHINE BOİ WAD SOOO CUTE!! It was so sweet ugh ❤❤❤❤ So how about a smoll sunshine boi with dorm leader !!

smol sunshine 🌞

imma hold the celebration until i finish these drafts,,,, sorry for the delay, homie is busy with school and stuff (also i procrastinated)

riddle rosehearts

This boy is small, he isn't that incredibly tall, but when he saw, smaller than him... He gets a little prideful.

It isn't like 'high and mighty' pride, more like 'oop haha well, i feel slightly confident' thing. He just gets a little boost to his ego.

He teases you at points, saying its cute that a lot of times, you ask for help from him on reaching things. Or when its too tall, you can't see, you ask for Riddle to look at it.

He honestly thinks its so cute and totally vulnerable, it makes him blush whenever you look up to him pouty faced.

He adores your height, but he adores your personality more! He loves the way you beam up to him, cooing praises at his achievements and being a great lover!

The sunshine you bring to him just makes him stunned at points, like wow, he managed to date you! How much luck does he have?

But, like any other scenario, he likes these affections private. It gives him a regal and good image, so do expect the affection indoors alone.

The affection he does is pretty simple, laying his chin on your head, cuddling you and picking you up (he let go after a few tries, it was tiring to carry you), and of course; kisses.

Riddle knows that sometimes being small is an insecurity, after all, its hard that a lot of people tower over you. So he sometimes offers you his heels to walk around in!

But! Don't think he is making fun of you, he just wants you to be comfortable with your height or body.

leona kingscholar

He totally teases you from the beginning. I mean, a magicless herbivore, short and sweet in a school with mages? Are you asking to be eaten by predators or what?

He teases you a lot, from bringing up objects out of your reach, to leaning downwards to talk to you, to simply just calling you "short"

It first irked him that you always beamed and smiled, like his teasing doesn't affect you.

But, later on, he would fall in love with that personality of yours. Both of you didn't even have a proper get together, you just... went with it.

Affections for him always are something that involves your height. For example, you want a kiss? Ask him to lean down, or tiptoe! He just likes the teasing.

Leona, liked picking you up, it gave you a boost to face his tall demeanor as well as it gave a perfect opportunity to kiss you.

Cuddle sessions are what he would bring up to creat the perfect night, day, afternoon, whatever. He loves your small body pressed upon him, making him feel content.

He always takes the "I'm strong and tall so I have protect you" role, to tease the living hell out of you. He likes how you cuddle up and beam with such a cute and innocent smile!

Oh, and the cooing you do. God, it makes this lion weak to his knees, but he won't admit out loud because his ego is high.

Either way, he adores you and if you ever feel the need for him to stop teasing, he would shut up.

He loves you that much.

azul ashengrotto

Oh, well isn't this a new thing? Azul, always next to the Leech twins, found it odd to see someone shorter than him.

What also was new was how you beamed brighter when you saw him in hallway, smiling and laughing happily to greet him

First thing he did when you approach is to always give an offering of a contract with him, after all, it seems like you want something from him

Suffice to say, that he was shocked when you refused, as you only wanted to say hello and be on your merry way

Azul's jaw dropped when he saw how you bounced with pep in your step, greeting those people.

And little did you both know, this was the beginning of his feelings for you. Months after this exchange, he asked you to be his.

The height difference is undeniably cute, you go and depend on him a lot, you go jump whenever you want something, you always have to look up!

How does one be cute all the time and not even knowing?

He always found it adorable when you looked up to him, you looked so vulnerable and cute. He wished to hide you.

Ah, and the friendly teasing he does when you reach up to him, on your tip toes, trying to snag a kiss!

Truly, the wonders of your sunshine makes his insecure heart warm. Azul will never regret offering that contract with you.

kalim al-asim

Kalim isn't your tall man, he is quite a small man. He is of average height at best.

But you? Oh, were so cute and tiny!!

Kalim first saw you in the hallway, sandwiched between Ace and Deuce, looking incredibly small. He waved excitedly at you, and you beamed up to him.

Soon you two became friends, and it was a pleasant friendship.

He always leaned onto you, clinging happily on your arm, cooing at you. He assumed you would blush, but your personality and acceptance to his made him happy!

Kalim didn't waste any second onto asking you out, after all, he seemed sure you were it for him. And when you said yes? He swore he felt the heavens.

His favourite thing to do for you is kissing you, smothering you with his sweet words. He also loved how you jump or tiptoe just to get a kiss

Now, Kalim would never give up on a party, if ever you have a party, he always makes sure you cling to him or vice versa. He knows how easy it is to be lost in the crowd, so makes sure you stay by him. This is also his affection.

This sweet sunshine boy also overlaps with you, its another battle of who brings the most sunshine in the room.

But sometimes Kalim lets you bring the sunshine, after all, your sunshine makes him the happiest he can ever be.

vil schoenheit

This man is over 6 feet tall, and wears heels, so imagine how hard was it for you to even maintain eye contact with THE Vil Schoenheit.

He didn't spare a glance at you first, heck, he didn't see you, you passed by him since your height was... lacking.

What made him go up to you is you just being so radiantly bright, with no extra help. Just you and your smile.

Like every other scenario, you went up to him, smiling and happy to even talk to him.

He finds you oddly endearing, your height is lacking but your personality makes up for it.

Vil didn't think about dating you, in fact, you asked him out. It was, a pleasant surprise for both, but he doesn't regret having you as a lover.

The first few months of dating, no one will know you two are even dating. It was just really professional, but when the door closes, it was different.

Vil won't show his love to his boyfriend to the world at all times, he flaunts them, sure. But he prefers his lover to be just as affectionate indoors.

The intimacy between you two is intense, one could hardly believe the ice cold queen of Pomefiore was so loving.

He adores cuddling you while looking at the mirror, it just shows how small you are against Vil and how sweet you look blushing and smiling up at him.

Vil definitely loves your sunshine personality, it gives him a certain boost to be better than the last.

idia shroud

Idia swore he never saw someone so... Moe? Was that the right word? The only person he saw who was remotely moe was his younger brother, Ortho.

But even then, it wasn't at your level. You were pure sunshine in his dark underground world.

Idia can't exactly tell how he met you, or how you end up being together, but it didn't matter, he had the best boyfriend yet!

You, on the other hand, knew how you met up. It was mostly thanks to Ortho, his kind soul always guided you, but one day... You felt lost, and since he said if you ever felt at a loss, go to Ignihyde.

There, you greet a few students, smiling and asking where Ortho may be. It was at that moment, Idia saw you— a ray of the golden sun.

Your visits frequented, Idia now got used to your bright side, to the point he started crushing on you. It felt good, and how you turned somewhat shy... It made him happy he had that effect on you.

Your sunshine that brought happiness not only to him, but Ortho, so everyday the gloomy Ignihyde turned somewhat happier and more lively than what it was before you.

Affection between you two isn't super skin to skin, he still finds it awkward. Don't get him wrong, he loves the affection, but it just feels weird and wants time to adjust.

The best affection he can give (willingly) is hand holding or cuddles (in private). But don't worry, he would kiss you, drown you in love if ever you ask him to.

Since he never had a partner, he was absolutely smitten when you cuddled up to him, smiling sweetly at his face and how you blush ever so slightly. It was just out of an anime, but this one was way better than what he had watched!

Won't admit it, but he loves seeing you in his hoodie, all bundled up, obviously drowning in the big jacket. He felt naked at first, without his hoodie, he felt so bare, but when he saw you all snuggled up... He could bare the no hoodie.

malleus draconia

Oh, sweetie, this fae is so tall. He was not surprised when he saw such a quaint child of man.

You grew endearing to him when you just didn't get scared of him, or his retainers, you approach him with a smile and open arms.

Malleus always assumed you would avoid him, but you never did, even after revealing his identity, you go and stay. Acting like it wasn't a big deal.

That moment, he fell utterly in love with you. He, of course, tried to play it cool. Malleus just tried to act normal, tried to initiate something, but it was a slow process.

In the end, you end up together, and he couldn't be happier. The affection you two share is sickening because it was too sweet.

Affections for you vary, but his personal favorite is picking you up, gives him the perfect opportunity to smooch or just cuddle up to you.

Malleus adores cuddling, but he was scared at first, he was scared that he could break you in his grasp.

But after a few reassurances, you got a clingy dragon fae wrapping his arms around your small body, blushing and smiling.

He admits, this feeling is so pleasant, he doesn't know when to let go. He just loves it, he got addicted.

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ivegotbreadinmypants · 4 years

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If you’re taking prompts: “you could have warned me!” Fluffffff please and thank you!

Thank you so much for the ask! I am so sorry this took so long! I had forgotten this was in my drafts 😂

Welp, here you go now! Enjoy all 2k fluffy jealous goodness!

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Prompt: “You could have warned me!”

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Geralt is not a jealous man.

He's not.

He just doesn't like it when people still think Jaskier’s old reputation true—back when the bard was young, free, unapologetically loving, and Geralt still hadn’t quite realized the reason for the swaths of warm in his chest whenever Jaskier smiled at him.

Their relationship is fairly new; their dynamic is still a little stilted as they try to figure out the unspoken boundaries and each other’s wants. It has been smooth sailing mostly.

But fuck, can Jaskier’s old reputation be annoying.

Past and newer lovers are as taken with the bard as Geralt is. It's ridiculous that such a fumbling, awful-at-flirting bard has men and ladies fawning over him.

It's worse when he's teaching at Oxenfurt.

Geralt can't count on both his hands the number of times he's seen students try and fail to flirt with their professor. Most students know to back off, especially when Geralt is within radius. They are well-aware of the famed tales of The White Wolf and his bard, Dandelion.

So, it’s quite a shock when this one particular student just would not leave Jaskier’s side, even when Geralt starting hovering around the pair.

“Professor, I was wondering if you can help me with my piece? I was having trouble with how the tempo would match with the wor—”

“Jaskier,” Geralt interrupts, catching up to the both of them. The bard beams, and Geralt—as always—softens. “Geralt! You’re here early.”

“I’ve been here for the past twenty minutes.”

Jaskier blinks. “Oh. Well, uh, just give me a few more minutes then we can go off, okay?”

Geralt grunts. The student, a pretty blond boy with bright green eyes, does not even look in his direction. Geralt tries his best to hide his grimace.

Jaskier had once berated him for scaring off his students during one of his visits. To be fair, it was satisfying to see the group of young eager students nearly shit their pants at his looming figure.

They don’t quite believe that a man—whose trademark is being flamboyant and loving every thing that existed on the Continent—would be utterly and mutually smitten with a man who was practically his opposite—whose trademark is his surly frown and golden cat eyes.

“Professor, do you think we can schedule an appointment? A one-on-one consultation if you’ll allow it.” The boy’s eyes are bright, lively and a touch devilish. Everything that reminds Geralt of eighteen year old Jaskier. And Gods only know how much of a handful that young man was.

Geralt had lost count how many times he’s had to end a tavern fight that Jaskier started. In the first year they started travelling together.

“Of course. However, that would mean you would have to wait a couple of weeks since I am going on the road,” Jaskier says, friendly and helpful and completely oblivious to the glint in the kid’s eye.

Geralt grimaces when the kid even takes it a step further, placing his hand on Jaskier’s bicep.

(It’s not like Geralt can really blame him. Jaskier is not at all scrawny.)

“That won’t be a problem at all, professor.”

Fucking hell.

The kid is practically moaning out Jaskier’s title.

And somehow, the bard still grins.

Geralt wants nothing more than to leave, right about now. At this absolute moment. But there is no way in any world is Geralt going to leave Jaskier here.

He wishes he hasn’t gotten himself in trouble with the school that one time—when he insulted one of the other professors for stealing one of Jaskier’s songs.

(—But it was entirely worth it when Jaskier let out the biggest, up-roaring laugh of his life—)

Because then he’d still be able to scare this kid off with minimal chastising.

The kid’s face pinked, and he leans in to Jaskier’s ear and—

“C’mon, Jaskier. Roach doesn’t like to wait.” Jaskier squawks when he’s practically manhandled back to Geralt’s side, his thick arm winding around his lithe waist.

“But—”

“I don’t like to wait,” Geralt grumbles, lips near Jaskier’s neck, voice dangerously low; Jaskier has to fight the urge to shiver. He can’t quite fight the redness in the tips of his ears.

“Geralt,” he mumbles, impish smile on his lips, “you’re awfully impatient.”

“I am. It’s been a week since I saw you.” And what a long week it was. First, Geralt had to deal with alghouls that had practically kicked out an entire village’s populace. Then, he had to manage the tempers of two prickly sorcerers, with the threat of being turned into a frog at his throat.

Truly, Geralt has been craving nothing but Jaskier’s presence. But it’s difficult in the winter, because the bard is adamant on keeping his yearly Oxenfurt teaching tradition.

This week would only get worse if he had to endure another second of inappropriate one-sided teacher-student flirting.

Speaking of which...

Geralt looked over his shoulder to glare at the kid with narrowed eyes, baring his teeth. There’s a thrum of satisfaction when a flash of regret and fear runs over the student’s face, and he turns on his heel in the opposite direction.

He knows he didn’t have to do that. But Gods, he couldn’t resist.

He tightens his hold on Jaskier, revelling in the bard’s laboured breaths, the sweetness of lust enveloping Geralt’s senses. He wears a half-hidden proud grin as he drags Jaskier out of the school, disinterestedly noting all the stares they’re getting.

Only when Geralt has completed a drowner contract does Jaskier question him. They’re not yet out of Temeria by the time night falls, since Geralt had come across a noticeboard that was basically begging for a witcher.

Jaskier had just finished untying the knots on Geralt’s blood-caked armor, both ready to tuck in soon, and is now sitting flushed to Geralt’s side, playing a mindless tune as he stares at the witcher from the corner of his eye.

The bard does have to wait for a while for the words to come, considering he’s doing his gaze lovingly at Geralt ritual for the night. But once they do, Jaskier says, “Can you indulge my curiosity for a moment?”

Geralt stops in his sword sharpening, eyeing Jaskier, and grunts.

“Why were you acting all... weird today? Back at Oxenfurt, when I was talking to Stefan. What was wrong? Did I do something? Did you do something?”

The witcher purses his lips, darting his gaze away as if he were shy.

“Come on, Geralt. I won’t laugh, I promise.” Jaskier is more than patient when Geralt grits his teeth, a ball of suppressed thoughts and emotions; it’s much easier to coax things out of Geralt, even if it does take a few sugar-coated attempts and easy smiles.

His eyes remind Jaskier of a cat when he keeps looking around, as if he’s trying to find an excuse to avoid this conversation.

Eventually, like always, Geralt can’t quite hide away from Jaskier like he used to, and he faces the bard.

“That kid. Stefan.” Jaskier nods, even if he has no idea where this was going.

“He kept—” Geralt screws up his face. The campfire brings out the heat in those golden eyes. “He kept flirting with you. Touching you.”

Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hands and threads their fingers together. “Got a little angry. Protective.”

Jaskier blinks.

“Wait. Me and Stef—wait, wait, waitwaitwaitwait,” Jaskier sputters, “you think that my student was flirting with me?”

Geralt rolls his eyes, but the fond curl to his lips diminishes the effect. “As if you don’t notice the line of admirers at your office door everyday.”

Jaskier opens his mouth, gapes for a moment, narrowing his eyes; then he tilts his head, jaw closing with a click. “Tha—That’s true. I suppose. But come on.”

Just as he had promised, Jaskier doesn’t laugh, but he desperately wants to.

“Stefan? Really? Okay, I get what you mean, but I swear it’s not because he’s attracted to me. Not in the slightest.” Jaskier smiles softly, hand coming up to stroke the line of Geralt’s jaw. “Sort of a funny story, actually.”

“Pray tell,” Geralt practically purred, softening in the palms of Jaskier’s callused hands, eyes heavily lidded.

“How would you prefer it, in verse or in normal speech?”

“Normal speech would do just fine,” Geralt huffs.

“Twas the first day of last year’s winter term, and I was merely feasting upon my lovely, lovely, sandwich—a sandwich that you made, actually. Full of delicious meats and amazing vegetables that you had lovingly cut just for me, a sandwich I had the magnificent honour of eating.”

“I thought I said normal speech.”

“It is,” Jaskier says, puffs of his laughter on Geralt’s cheeks. “I was just celebrating the fact my boyfriend made me a sandwich.”

Geralt’s shoulders shake, eyes warm with affection.

“And it was the most curious when a man I had never met before, blond with forest green eyes—”

Geralt rolls his eyes.

“—came up behind me and started to recite one of my poems—by heart!”

Geralt frowns, but Jaskier smooths the lines away with gentle strokes of his thumbs.

“I was about to thank him for the recital, but I turned around and gods, he had the reddest blushes I’ve ever seen.” Jaskier laughs under his breath. “He had thought I was his girlfriend, who I’ve actually had the pleasure of meeting. She’s very tall, taller than me even. I think she might be part elf.”

“So, what does that have to do with the flirting?”

“After that, he made a point to recite my other poems as a joke, especially the old bad ones I’ve written. The flirting just added to the experience.”

Geralt is staring at him now, eyes a little more awake. Under his hands, Jaskier can feel the gradual increase in temperature on the planes of Geralt’s scruffy cheeks—even if he can’t see the red, Jaskier knows Geralt is blushing from embarrassment.

Geralt hums, then rumbles; his eyes go down and then all of a sudden, Geralt is curling forward and leaning into the crook of Jaskier’s neck, hiding his face away. Jaskier doesn’t stop his laugh this time, hands automatically sliding in Geralt’s hair and over his shoulders, his lips on the witcher’s temple.

“You could’ve warned me,” Geralt grumbles, pulling Jaskier into his lap to fully embrace the bard. Jaskier only snorts.

“You could’ve warned me before carrying me out there like the brute that you are. I can only imagine the types of rumors that are cooking up in there now,” Jaskier mumbles, pressing the witcher closer to his chest.

Gods, he’s missed this.

Geralt hums, low and warm, but a touch despondent. Jaskier frowns, hand swiping down the witcher’s spine. “Darling, if you’re uncomfortable with the flirting, I can just ask him to stop.”

“It’s yours and Stefan’s thing.” Jaskier doesn’t need to look at Geralt’s face to know he’s missing the twinkle in his eyes.

“Geralt, my dear witcher, you come first. You know that, right?” He presses his lips on the crown of Geralt’s head, grimacing when he smells the sea-salt and coppery blood from the drowners.

“I know that this is new. For both of us. The last thing I want is to screw it up with you without me knowing. So, tell me when something is bothering you. I promise I won’t laugh the next time.” Geralt’s shoulders shake with mirth.

It’s only a flurry of silver and pale skin before a pair of long-missed lips seal his. Jaskier strokes a finger along Geralt’s jaw, not missing how easy and pliable the witcher becomes when he does so.

It’s soft, sweet, with a touch of longing. It’s only been a week since Geralt’s last visit, but neither can ever get enough of each other. It’s only by sheer stubbornness of wanting to keep the other party happy do they resist jumping each other’s bones at the moment.

They breathe in each other’s air, foreheads pressed flushed, and Jaskier sighs reverently—much like a damsel would when in presence of her prince—melting in Geralt’s embrace.

“I don’t care if he flirts with you,” Geralt says eventually. “If only I get to read your older poems.

“Oh Gods, I’d rather eat my own shoe than let you see those,” Jaskier groans. “A lot of them were about pining after a certain golden-eyed man. Quite pathetic.”

“I don’t know,” Geralt teases, nose brushing against Jaskier’s, “maybe Stefan and I can bond over that. We’d ambush you in the middle of a lectures, start reciting your verses.”

“I shall never forgive you,” Jaskier threatens, but his next words are muffled by bursts of laughter when Geralt digs his fingers into Jaskier’s sensitive sides.

“Whatever you say, bard.”

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Hi! Can you please do the prompt “Our parents both own highly rated restaurants and they want to merge into a single restaurant… by marrying us.” with kyo? I need that fluff before I start crying from my chem test ORZ 😭. Thank you so much for your hard work like usual 🙏😊💖❤️

Hey hey, bby! I know this is most likely really late, but I hope you did amazingly on your chem test. And I hope you like this. 😌✨

Also, I couldn’t stop giggling while writing this; for multiple reasons. Y’all will find out why as you read— and also because that ending is so cute; if I may say so myself. 💜✨✨✨

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Our parents both own highly rated restaurants and they want to merge into a single restaurant… by marrying us (Restaurant AU, SFW Scenario):

The tension in the room couldn’t even compare to the tension that (Y/n) felt straining her back. No matter how hard she tried to readjust herself in the plush, velvet chair— that her mother had practically forced her to sit in— she couldn’t quite get comfortable.

It was as if there were numerous pins and needles prickling her skin, and setting her on high alert even though there was no imminent threat; other than the threat of her getting married to a man she barely knew— and had never even seen in her entire life.

“What if he’s absolutely horrible, okaa-san? You’re going to trade in my happiness for your restaurant?” The young woman whined dramatically from her seat at the table, even going as far as to press the back of her hand against her forehead, as she pretended to faint against the back of the chair.

(L/n) Mizuki clicked her tongue at her daughter’s antics, before beckoning her to straighten her head so that she could fix her hair back to the immaculate style that it had been in before she’d mussed it up. “He won’t be horrible. He’s studying economics in ToDai, and I heard that he’s a very well-mannered young man.”

“Great. A stiff, smarty-pants type just like otou-san. You really know how to pick them, okaa-san,” (Y/n) answered dryly, then began laughing as her mother tried to swat at her cheek for talking ill of her own father— even if it was said in jest. “What if he’s not even good in bed? Do I, at least, get to have a free trial?”

“You shut your vulgar mouth, (L/n) (Y/n). I didn’t raise you to be so… uncouth.” Mizuki made a pointing motion at her daughter that turned into a claw, before she closed her right hand into a fist and took a deep breath to control her emotions. She was already tense as it was, and her daughter’s antics weren’t helping. At all.

(Y/n), the brave woman that she was, threw her head back and laughed at her mother’s furious expression. Then, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder, then quirked an eyebrow at the clearly livid older woman. “I’ll make it quick, okaa-san. If he doesn’t last five minutes with me on top, then this marriage is off.”

“Why are you so vulgar?” The (L/n) matriarch groaned in frustration, as she extended her left hand out and flicked her daughter’s forehead. “You’re never returning to live with your cousins again— look at what living with them has done to you.”

“But, okaa-san!” (Y/n) protested halfheartedly, as she had no real intention of pulling through with her words. She loved her mother too much to do that to her; and was merely cracking jokes to get rid of the nerves she felt. “Let’s put it this way… if he can’t make my eyes roll back into my head when we… you know…”

She quickly scampered up to her heel-clad feet and did a couple of hip thrusts to emphasize her point, but broke down in a huge fit of laughter when she saw the mortified and utterly defeated expression that crossed her mother’s face.

That eliminated all of the tension she felt on her shoulders, as her stomach began to cramp with the intensity of her laughter. Still, she tried to get the words out through her unladylike wheezing, “Then— I want— a divorce.”

“Dear gods, where have I gone wrong in raising my child?” Mizuki muttered under her breath, as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest. She could only shake her head in mild disappointment, as she looked at her daughter— whom was still in the midst of her laughing fit.

And after a while, the young woman’s laughter gradually tapered down— until nothing more than a grin played at her lips. But with that expression firmly in place on her face, she asked her mother teasingly, “Can we have a clause in this engagement about our kinks and whatnot? I mean… if he’s Daddy material, then I’ll definitely be calling him Daddy in be- oh my god.”

(Y/n) couldn’t even continue her sentence after that because, when she looked up at her mother, she saw the face of three people— all of whom sported vibrant blushes on their faces. She could only straighten herself up, before bowing deeply to their guests; her future husband and his parents.

“I’m so sorry, Rengoku-san!” She didn’t even know which Rengoku she was apologizing to, but it seemed appropriate to just apologize to all three of them— so she stayed in the deep bow, while her mother followed her gesture in kind.

“I… it’s no problem at all. We were all young once,” The Rengoku matriarch, whom was holding on tightly to her husband’s hand, smiled kindly at the mother-daughter pair.

Shinjurō tried to fight the smile that threatened to crawl up on his lips, but let the tiniest sliver of it slip through when his wife squeezed his hand and gave him a discreet side glance. “As my wife said, it’s alright. We’re just… surprised, is all. Should we be expecting any grandchildren soon, then?”

The woman beside Shinjurō bit down on her bottom lip to keep her laughter in, then subtly elbowed her husband’s side, before taking a step forward.

“I don’t think I’ve had the opportunity to introduce my wife to you, (L/n)-san. We just got married a few months ago, so she’ll be a big help with planning the wedding. Jen, this is our future business partner— (L/n) Mizuki. (L/n)-san, this is my wife Jen.”

And while that exchange was happening, (Y/n) gradually straightened up from her bow, only to have her eyes connect with the younger Rengoku’s own gaze from across the room— which had both of them pointedly looking away from each other, with a blush on their faces.

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An awkward round of introductions later, everyone sat gathered at a table with sheaves of papers in front of them. The parents kept prattling off words about clauses and sub-clauses, while (Y/n) kept doodling on the small notepad that had been placed on top of her copies of the marriage contract.

To her left sat Kyōjurō— seemingly reading through the contract while following along with their parents’ discussion when, in reality, he kept glancing over at where his fiancée sat beside him.

He couldn’t deny that she looked beautiful, but it wasn’t her mere physical features at that moment that were ingrained in his mind; it was how she had looked so genuinely happy while she laughed at the obscene joke she had made from before that played over and over in his head.

She looked so happy and carefree when he had quietly entered the room with his father and stepmother, that he couldn’t help but stop right in his tracks and take that time to ingrain that moment into his heart.

Kyōjurō wanted to talk to her so badly, but with their parents still prattling off in the background and the short distance between them, he couldn’t do so discreetly. He had tried to attract her attention by clearing his throat, and by inching his hand closer to hers on the table, but all of his attempts had ended in vain— because she seemed so engrossed in whatever she was doodling that she didn’t even take the time to look at him.

However, unbeknownst to him, (Y/n) would often glance over to where he was when she took dainty sips of water from her water goblet. And, each and every time she did so, her heart would race so fast in her chest that she would have no choice but to turn her attention back to the papers in front of her.

Was it possible to love someone from the first meeting alone? That was highly unlikely. But she was sure that she was smitten— extremely taken with his dreamy looks, and that smile that he had shot her way when they had sat down at the table.

He had even been a gentleman and helped her sit down. If that didn’t scream good manners, then she didn’t know what did. But it wasn’t just those things that attracted her to him— it was also the way that he carried himself; with so much dignity and poise that she couldn’t help but want to swoon over him.

Her. Swoon over a man.

That was a new feeling for her, but she had no choice but to accept it— because, if she was going to get married to the guy, she might as well get used to it.

She looked up slightly from what she was doodling in the corner of the first page of the contract, just to get another glimpse of him— only to blush profusely when their gazes connected. However, instead of shying away like she had before, she gave him a small smile and was rewarded by a tiny grin that made her heart race even faster in her chest.

“Hi,” Kyōjurō whispered softly, as their parents kept on talking about pre-nuptial arrangements and possible photographers to hire for the engagement photos.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but grin at that, as she felt butterflies flutter around inside her stomach. That smile of his was doing so many things to her, and she found that she liked all of them. “Hi yourself.”

“So… want to get out of here?”

As discreetly as she could, the young woman nodded; clearly done with listening to the adults drone on about things that she couldn’t care less about. “Can we go to McDonald’s and get some fries?”

“Anything my wife wants,” Kyōjurō answered just as softly, as he offered his hand out for her to take. She looked at his proffered hand for a few seconds— willing the butterflies in her stomach to calm down— before slipping her hand in his.

And somehow, the warmth that enveloped her hand traveled down to the very tips of her toes— and it felt like coming home. Kyōjurō felt like home.

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Ikevamp Matchup ≧☉_☉≦

Nady papi!! I heard you’re taking ikevamp matchup, so can I request one?👀👀👀 here’s my info~

So, in terms of physical appearance - I’m 164 cm, with black hair and light brown eyes. I also wore thick glasses, and I can’t live without them xD I have slender built and a little bit of tan skinned. I don’t like putting skirts and dresses, so I prefer shirts and jeans with sneakers xD I hate girly stuffs oof. I don’t even put make up and I only comb my hair when I’m going outside xDD

Random info - I’m scorpio, and from the year of the snake. Griffindor, but I can be a Hufflepuff too. A chaotic neutral bum.

Personality wise - I am a soft-hearted person, scatterbrain, an airhead most of the time, sympathetic, very very curious but I know my limit, forgiving, and I easily trust others, which makes me looked too naive and innocent. I didn’t talk much when I met a person for the first time but when I get to know you, it wont be easy to shut me up. I can be childish at times (like how I love playing around when no one’s looking). I don’t get jokes or memes or sarcasm easily, worrywart, anxious, very clumsy, patient, very socially awkward, insecure about my whole being lmao, and when i get immersed in a convo or situation, I could trip and bump into something. I have a hard time expressing my feelings to my family or close friends because they expect too much from me and I’m afraid I will fail or disappoint them one day. I can be very violent and irritated (especially and/or during depressive episodes). I like being dependable to people I love. A very guillible girl and easy to fool lmao. When I’m overly excited or hyper, I tend to forgot my surroundings and just jumped right off the bat without thinking, always acts as if my-mind-was-flying-over-the-moon. I can handle things under pressure well. I tried my best to avoid getting into trouble, or if the latter was not possible, I’ll try to talk and resolve about he matters as peacefully as I could (a pacifist, yes).

My hobbies and the things I’m passionate about were learning history, literature, philosophy and politics, reading and writing mystery/detective and fantasy fiction, watching horror movies, cracking codes and ciphers, playing piano, taking critical thinking tests and quizzes, eating chips and sweets.

I love to daydream, procrastinate, watching the stars or moon, sleeping, hiding inside the closet or under the bed when triggered, eating junk food, body massages, and quiet place where I can be alone. I love nighttime, head pats, someone who can make me feel better.

Also , the things that I dislike were maths and sciences, legwork (cause im lazy bum), crowded places, parties, people who are too stubborn to the point they don’t listen to me, dancing, excessive nagging, being treated like crazy bloke, the know-it-all people who likes to correct every damn thing I say, arrogance, rude people, unhealthy criticisms, me drawing arts (but i like appreciating them), spotlight or being at the center of attention.

If I can give facts about myself:

1. I know 101 ways to murder someone and get away with it xD

2. I have skills in lockpicking and poket picking (but I never used it for wrong doings alright?🤣)

3. I can sleep anywhere and everywhere and in any position👀 (I can sleep while sitting or even standing xD)

I think that’s all? XD

Okay, this looks longer 😳😂😂 thank you, papi!!! Muah muah ilysm😘😘😘 I look forward to whoever can handle me😎🤣🤣

Hehe, Juju! ❤❤🥰Thanks so much for the request dear! ❤Also soz for taking like 2 million years!🙈😱😱 Hope you enjoy this love, and I hope you have a super good day❤❤🌻! Sending you all the love and hugs! ☺Hope you are looking after yourself and keeping safe and warm! Love ya! ❤❤🦋

So without further ado…

I match you with…………….. Arthur

The first time the mystery Arthur was introduced to you, he found you positively curious. You were honestly the opposite of most woman he had met. For one, you refused to wear skirts and dresses instead, opting for jeans and sneakers. Not only that, but you seemed utterly uninterested in him only muttering a few words to him.

That night you were going through one of your depressive episodes, as you found it incredibly difficult to fall asleep in a strange new place surrounded by strange new people. You were scared, and on edge, so you decided to get some milk to calm you down and hopefully soothe you to sleep. You poured yourself a glass of milk and who would walk in from his latest conquest other than the playboy himself. Comte had broken the news earlier that evening that you would be staying with a group of vampires, which was probably why you were a little on edge.

Arthur took this opportunity to corner you, “Well, little rabbit, what shall you do now that you have been cornered by a wolf.” His breath was hot on your neck and you could feel his fangs hovering ever so slightly over your pulse.

Veins filled with adrenaline, you legit grabbed a fork and stabbed him in the leg, honestly, you were so irritated and angry. Arthur was sister shook. Usually, women would fall over themselves for his attention, yet here you were giving him a death glare and stabbing him in the leg. He could see in your eyes that he had taken the jest too far. Especially when just before you lefts, you looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I know 102 way to kill someone and dispose of the body.”

The next day Arthur was still feeling slightly bad for scaring you so much, although to be fair you scared him just as much. He spotted you making your way down the stairs for breakfast, he jogged to catch up with you. Just then your foot clumsily slipped, and you were going down. Luckily for you, Arthur had managed to catch you in the nick of time. The two of you now stood awkwardly, not making eye contact with each other.

You also felt somewhat bad for having taken out your anger on the poor man. That is when Arthur apologized for scaring you and stuck out his hand to reintroduce himself. You couldn’t help but laugh as all traces of the suave playboy had disappeared and was replaced by an awkward Arthur, stumbling over his words in an attempt to apologize. Both of you were pretty much a socially awkward mess trying to apologize to one another in your own weird, awkward way.

You shocked Arthur for a second time as innocent eyes started back at him as you forgave him in a heartbeat. He couldn’t believe how naïve and trusting you were, handing out your forgiveness so easily. He had half expected you to flat out reject his apology and make him earn your forgiveness.

Either way having made up, Arthur decided to invite you out to tea. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way your eyes excitingly lit up when they placed the plate of confectioneries down in front of you. You were still rather quiet as the two of you had tea. However, when Arthur mentioned the new mystery he was working on, and that was enough to break down your reserved guard and get you to open up. You spent the rest of the afternoon happily talking Arthur's ears off about mysteries, your own writing and how much you actually enjoyed cracking codes and solving puzzles. To say Arthur was intrigued by you would be an understatement. He was beaming in delight throughout the whole conversation having discovered a fellow mystery lover and writer.

Arthur flashed you a dazzling grin, and that my dear friend is how you and the mystery author started playing detective to solve all sorts of small cases around town. Every day Arthur would excitedly come into your room and announce that the two of you had a new case to solve. Arthur honestly loved working cases with you, he loved the way your eyes would curiously scan every room you walked into. He loves how to overexcite and hyper you would get at the mention of a new case, and he loved that you matched his wit and ability to crack codes and solve puzzles. The more Arthur found out about you, the more amazed and in awe he was

Especially one day during a case. Theo had commissioned the two of you to track down the thief that stole his precious brothers painting. The pair of you had been invited to a ball hosted by the suspected thief himself. You looked around the room while dancing and determined that the painting was hidden behind the looked door on the far side of the room. Arthur suspected that the painting would be held in a volt, that was only accessible via a special key. He watched in awe as you smoothly pick-pocketed the safe key from the suspects pocket. But the awesomeness of your abilities didn’t end there, oh no, this boy was beaming in pure delight at the way you expertly lock-picked the locked door to get into the room. You honestly couldn’t get more amazing in his eyes if you even tried, or so he thought.

Speaking of cracking codes and solving mysteries this boy was head over heels smitten with you and thanks to some help from his old friend Theo he managed to pull the wool over your eyes and set up a mystery for you to solve whereby at the end of the case. You wouldn’t discover who the criminal is but rather how much he absolutely loves and adores you. As, in the locked room and behind the safe door, laid Vincent’s painting and the newest Sherlock homes mystery novel titled, “A study of the heart.” Of course, you didn’t know this was an elaborate love confession until later that night when you had finished the novel.

Arthur absolutely adored you, and the more he found out about you to more in love, he fell. He loved that you were probably the kindest, most soft-hearted, sensitive, forgiving and loving person that he knows. It was thanks to these beautiful traits that he was able to deal with, heal and move on from his past traumas.

But Arthur knows you have your own insecurities and traumas. He is very in-tuned to your feelings and emotions and can instantly tell if you are going through something. He would usually find you hiding in your closet or under the bed. He would approach you slowly, coaxing you out from your hiding place by tenderly wrap his arms around and whispering sweet nothing in your ear. Once you have agreed to leave said hiding place, he would swiftly pick you up and carry you to his room. Best be sure he is going to spend the whole night holding you in his arms while tenderly rubbing your back and whispering words of love, adoration and encouragement in your ears.

Having a nightmare? No problem Arthur will be by your side in a split second, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck while making you forget all about your night terrors.

You are absolutely perfect in his eyes and could never disappoint him, a fact which he will remind you of everyday.

He doesn’t mind that you have a hard time expressing your emotions and feeling as when he looks into your eyes, he can see how much you love him. Plus you are always there for him whenever he is struggling or feeling down. You just have this amazing ability to cheer him up whenever you are around.

He will give you all the head pats, hugs and kisses your heart could ever possibly ever desire. He 100% insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you leave the mansion, “I can’t have my beautiful little bird tripping and falling, now can I.” Sometimes he wishes he could wrap you in a layer of bubble wrap just to protect you from clumsily falling or walking into objects. Is always right by your side chuckling as he looks you over to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.

Loves how gullible and naïve you are and will often tease you. This usually lands up becoming a game between the two of you as you would pull pranks on Arthur for teasing you so much. Arthur adores that childish side of you and will 9/10 times get his revenge by tickling you.

Finds it super cute how you can basically sleep anywhere and in any position. When he sees you sleeping, he can’t help but join you for an afternoon nap. He can’t believe that you could actually fall asleep standing up. He low key uses that ability of yours, to sleep while standing up, to pull pranks on his fellow residents.

Loves to hear you play the piano as he writes his newest novel. He swears that you play the piano better than Mozart himself and no one can change his mind. There is just something about the way you play the piano that soothes his soul and makes him feel like the luckiest man alive for having met you

He knows you hate loud, crowded places so you best be sure he will plan all your dates keeping that in mind. Whenever the two of you are out shopping together, he will always be sure to plan ahead and find the least busy routes.

Whenever Comte invites the two of you to a party, he would keenly watch you, and whenever he can see you have had enough of social interaction for the evening. He would sneak up to your side and gently grab your hand while lead you out to the quiet balcony. Or better yet, he would lead you to a quiet room where a pile of stolen snacks and a setup board game lays waiting for the two of you. So while everyone is mingling and partying in the main hall, you and Arthur are spending a relaxing evening playing a board game while enjoying each other company. Only slipping out of the room when its time to go back home.

You best be sure your and Arthur’s dates include a stack of junk food, sweets, and soft blankie as the two of you cuddles under the night sky.

The two of you will most likely tell each other horror stories or chat about more deep topics such as history, literature, philosophy and politics. Although Arthur is a simple man and often loves just holding you in his arms as the two of you just quietly enjoy each other presence and watch the night sky together.

This boy knows what a good writer you are and like him, you are also somewhat of a night owl. He enjoys those quiet evenings together with you where both of you are just chilling in the library, each writing their own mystery stories. At the end of the week, the two of you have made it a tradition to be nestled in each other’s arms each reading the latest chapters of your stories.

Other potential matches……… Shakespeare

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! Also, I hope you have a super good day! Love ya lots!❤🦊☺ @jiyuu-chan

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{Special} College!AU Shinwon

*this post was commissioned | find all my college aus here | commission info

major: media management

minor: rhetoric

sports: brags about how his long legs are perfect for volleyball, but screamed bloody murder when hongseok spiked the ball in his direction once so you could say,,,,,,,,shinwon’s not a sports person

clubs: drama club (less for the acting, more for the strutting), public speaking, and of course - it’s not a club per say - but the fashion department always loops him into helping them out as an impromptu model

shinwon,,,,,,,,,,really didn’t think he’d even end up going to college,,,,,,,,,,,,,

really he was sort of set on debuting as a model and working it out from there

but after a while, waiting around for work just got boring

so he left the agency he’d signed up with when he was still in highschool and applied to college

much to everyone's collective shock, his parents, sister, and himself included

hui: im so proud he took this step, you know shinwon is bright and im sure he’ll use his brain for good.

shinwon: exactly!

shinwon five seconds later: actually i just realized i have to do homework again and i think im going to drop out?

hongseok: i knew it

shinwon’s reputation is all over the place - he’s kind of known as being messy, beautiful beyond comprehension sure,,,,,

but he’s messy messy

from his dorm room

cluttered with magazines he’s been featured in, his guitar stands, vinyls which no one understands why he buys like this is the twenty-first century ......, and clothing strewn from the lampshade

to his dating history

pretty sure he’s had a hook up with someone from every department available on campus like pre-meds, literature, music, hell even someone in egyptology was smitten by his good looks

and of course ,,,,, his personality

from playing childish tricks on tired masters student jinho, to owning the student held fashion shows with impeccable grace and posture

yuto affectionately refers to shinwon as a rubix cube made of spikes, flowers, and a little bit of hot sauce

shinwon thinks it’s such a compliment, he tries to lean over and grab yuto in for a kiss

(which is refused with an almost punch to the face)

he’s definitely a force on campus and is famous for different reasons with different people

but if there’s one thing shinwon has learned from life it’s that he really cannot stand to give two shits about what people say about him behind his back

not like he’s going to hear it anyway

and he’s blunt to the point where it’s sometimes too much and hongseok on occasion (many occasions) has had to just pick shinwon’s six foot tall body up

and carry him out - as shinwon continues to spew well-deserving facts at whoever it is that tried to start with him

(or any of his friends. someone once made an offhanded comment about yeoone who is way too nice to say anything and shinwon just stopped in and turned on his gucci boots heel to be like “come again?”)

loves when cute shy freshmen get all nervous around him like

“oh my god, he looks like a marble statue! wasn’t he on that one magazine? he’s so pretty~ he must be so cool~”

shinwon: basking in it

hongseok: trying so hard not to tell them about how shinwon is nothing close to cool

has the worst diet imaginable - lives on fast food

and he does NOT work out which adds more confusion

pre-meds will be like “hey,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,,do you have like ibs or something? or is your stomach literally made of iron?”

and shinwon just slaps his scrawny tummy and is like “i don’t know man, but this machine runs smoothly!”

more clothes than he knows what to do with - likes brand names, but cannot afford them unless he has gigs - says he doesnt but totally owns a cheap tracksuit that he lazes around in during campus holidays

backpack covered in old rock band pins

always steals his classmate's pencils

notes stained with coffee

binders unorganized, lost his textbook at a nightclub

really again - does not look like he belongs in college LOL

does media management because it still keeps him in the loop of fashion, but without all the actual drawing and sewing

because no one trusts him near a sewing machine or fabric scissors

the rhetoric minor was a big surprise - but shinwon just goes

“i get grades for talking good”

jinho, twitching: “talking well. you can’t say “talking good”

shinwon: “talking sexy ;) hahaha”

jinho: ill kill him

he is an enigma with a shit-eating grin ,,,,,,,

but he’s also hot. and has perfect proportions,,,,,,,,,,

you,,,,,,,are a fashion major,,,,,,,,who knows the legends about ko shinwon

about how he’s nothing but fire to play with

that being said

you are absolutely, utterly, one hundred percent, totally infatuated with him

he’s been your muse since you first stepped into the fashion building and saw him making his way down the hall

half of someones finished project still pinned to his shoulders, messy orange hair pulled up with bobby pins and that smile

almost,,,,,, angelically,,,,,, twisted?

you had no idea how to describe it - but you had remembered him and even though you knew no one else's name yet

he was the person you could visualize in an instance

you’d learned his name at your first student held fashion show, where to your dismay he had already been picked by someone else to be their model

and they’d skipped past calling out for him

“shinwon~”

you repeated it again on your lips in a small whisper “shinwon”

it was unique, it was different, and you really really started liking it

everything about him was unique, different, and you can guess,,,,,,,,you were really starting to like him

not like you would ever act on it though

shinwon seemed untouchable, not because he was standoffish - actually he seemed like he’d be super easy to get along with

it was because he was just,,,,,,,,he was just so ,,,,,,, unusual

and you wouldn’t consider yourself a shining star, you were like everyone else

waking up, doing your schoolwork, trying your best to breakthrough in fashion

you had a small group of friends - you had your regular hangout spots - your favorite kind of coffee flavor

you were simple, you would say, and shinwon was not

that’s why he gave you so much inspiration

if you were one speck in the galaxy, he was like a whole milkyway

you had started off just admiring from afar, but as time went back you started sketching too

at first it was what you could conjure from your memories of him

the flashes of him around the fashion department, when you saw him in the library, the orange hair - the sparkling oak brown eyes - the over-the-top outfit he pulled off effortlessly

and when you think you’d filled up half of your sketchbook with stills of him

you started to envision him in your designs

actually, you had lied, you were a simple person

but your mind was not - you might have stuck to simple tones and patterns in your wardrobe

but when it came to clothes you made, you were vibrant and loud and risky

some of your professors had initially mixed up your work, thinking your submitted designs were someone elses

because well ,,,,,,,,,,,,, they just didn’t match

your designs were for someone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,someone like shinwon

bursting with confidence, immune to shame, always ready for a thrill

your goal had quickly went from being able to saying hi to him in the hallway

to one day having him wear an original creation of yours

but getting shinwon as your model was a feat

either he wasn’t doing the show at all, or he was everyone elses number one pick

with long, lithe limbs and an almost wonderland like face

that is ,,,,,,,,,,,,,, until the final project for the semester came up

you were expecting it all to go as usual

the older fashion majors would get first dibs on their models - someone would pick shinwon (if he was even showing up)

and you’d only have to go back to drawing him with your designs rather than seeing them come to life

but to your almost painstakingly obvious shock

that was not the case

shinwon did volunteer to model for the final project - but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,no one was picking him

actually - everyone was actively avoiding him

and when your turn came around you couldn’t believe you were finally getting to say it

“i’ll pick ko shinwon.”

suddenly there was a swarm of muffled whispers - you couldn’t hear anything clearly but as shinwon strode over to you

he gave you a once over and winked - and the was enough to make your entire body flare up

after everyone got settled with their models, you were shaking with anticipation as shinwon slipped into the seat across from you

“are you cold or am i just so handsome you can’t help shivering?”

he jokes, running a hand through his hair for added effect

“y-yes”

you answer, stupidly unsure of what else to say

he lets out a laugh, leaning over to pat the top of your head which once again sends you into a blank

“cute, so - let’s see what you’ll be dressing me up in huh?”

he leans over and you flounder as you flip to the page with the outfit you’ve chosen to create for your final

it’s inspired by 80s punk and glam - rhinestones, spikes, rainbows

shinwon’s eyes light up when he sees it and he looks at you with a giant smile

“where have you been all my life - this is totally my style!”

i know,,,,,i made it thinking about you,,,,,,,,,,,

is what you want to say - but you just stutter over your words instead

“o-oh, im glad you like it,,,”

he nudges at your elbow and you think electricity rides up your spine

“can’t wait to wear it! by the way-”

he moves his body, gracefully around the table so he’s standing beside you now

it makes everything else melt away as he leans in closer to your face with his own

“don’t listen to what people say about me - and trust me, ok?”

it’s,,,, cryptic - and in the moment you had no clue what he was talking about - but he’s your muse

and he’s inches too close to you

so really - it goes over your head as you nod with moonstruck stars in your eyes

shinwon says his goodbyes and tells you to text him when you want to do measurements

you only realize after he’s gone that,,,,,,,,,,you don’t have his number

so you approach an upperclassmen who usually works with him and politely ask if she might have it

she stops what she’s doing and sighs

“you really picked shinwon for your final project - you’re crazy!”

you look around - not sure if she’s really talking to you - until she huffs

“this is the final - you can’t rely on someone like him!”

someone like him?

“wh-why not, he’s done other shows?”

she shakes her head

“other shows aren’t the final project. he might just not show up on the day or he might get the clothes dirty. he’s fun when there are no consequences but you know this is worth fifty percent of our grade right?”

you’re left sort of speechless and she just mutters that she pities you as she scribbles down the number in your sketchbook and hands it back to you

you turn and realize other students are eyeing you from their station

a lot of them are already doing measurements on their models, while yours

well shinwon just left

you hadn’t stopped him - he just said he had to go

you feel something twist in your stomach but you ignore it

he had said it right - not to listen, and to trust him

the first couple of weeks go by,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, perfectly

you finally suck it up after typing and deleting a text to shinwon about measurements

spending nearly half a day trying to come up with a casual and cool way of asking

and all you get in response is a misspelled “yeha” from him when you make a date and time

you think it’s goofy and cute

and shinwon does show up

charming, joking, making you embarrassed and happy all in the same breath as you take his measurements

wiggling his eyebrows when you ask him to take his shirt off for the chest measurement

excitedly rambling about this underground show he’s seeing on the weekend

mind you - you and him haven’t ever had a conversation before this

shinwon just naturally opens up - having no problem doing the talking as you either 1) stare at him like a puppy or 2) nod enthusiastically in agreement to whatever he’s saying

you’re pretty sure he can tell how much you admire him and with anyone else you’d be dead from the shyness

but with him it’s like,,,,,,,,,it’s like he’s a celebrity to you

so it’s not that bad to be so so so enamored

his flirting doesn’t come off as anything romantic either, just part of his persona

and despite those doubts from other students

“he could just now show up” “he isn’t super reliable” “he might go to a party and just forget in the morning to show up!”

it doesn’t happen - when you need him, shinwon is there

and it’s like a dream come true - watching your outfits slowly come to life on his perfect figure

there is a hiccup at some point

shinwon agrees to meet you on a thursday evening for some help - you had initially been shy about asking him to come and look at fabrics with you

you don’t really ask models for that kind of advice

but when you’d mentioned - he’d been the one to get all giddy at the thought

and, with your heart over the moon, you waited outside the fashion building

for two hours

your phone was barren of any texts - any calls

and even though it hit 10 pm and the store was closed - you stuck it around for a little while

but he ,,,,,,,,,, didn’t show up

it’s fine! he probably had to cram for an exam or something - he seems like the type to push studying to the last minute

you make up the excuse and nod to yourself, happy with the conclusion you’ve drawn

pushing down any doubt that might have tried to bubble up

and it’s just a hiccup - because shinwon bumps into you three days later and snaps his fingers

“AH! we were supposed to go shopping right? i totally forgot! please forgive me! shinwon has been a bad boy!”

he clasps his hands together and pouts and you laugh, telling him it’s totally fine

yuto and jinho who are beside him look confused and so shinwon introduces you as you shyly hand over your sketchbook

because shinwon insists you show his friends your outfit planned

“wow, you’re so talented - these look so much like shinwon.”

yuto compliments, flipping to some of the old drawings you had of shinwon

you forgot about them and try to stutter out an excuse but shinwon is already sticking his nose between the pages with wonder

“woah! you’ve drawn me so much!”

you clasp your hands together - awkward and shy

jinho takes note of the way you can’t help but smile as shinwon continues to muse about how much he likes your drawings

and when you finally get your sketchbook back - shinwon promises he will never forget when you ask him to do something again

he does this by taking your hands in his own and giving them a squeeze

you’re so happy you can’t even speak and again,,,,,,,,,,,,jinho takes note of that

as you scurry past them - realizing you’re late for class now, he turns to shinwon with a tilt of his head

“they seem really sweet. are you sure you’re being nice to them?”

shinwon rolls his eyes

“im always nice”

“no - you did forget to go shopping with them.”

shinwon puffs out his chest with a whine

“because i woke up on the roof at like 5pm - i didn’t remember my own name hyung. now stop grilling me about it - they weren’t mad and so why are you?”

jinho pulls his lips back into a tight line - yuto breaks the tension with a question about lunch and shinwon ignores the side glances jinho still throws his way

you really aren’t mad, just like shinwon said

because he shows up when you ask him to for some extra measurements and test runs on the runway

he’s the same silly, weird, and lovely boy as usual

playing with the sleeves of the half-finished top piece you’re working on -

showing you the new candy bracelet he got

putting his arm around you when he leans over to look at your new sketches

knowing damn well your head goes spinning

“you’re cute when you get all nervous - do you really think im that handsome?”

he makes the joke again and you try to answer but all you can squeak out is “yes?”

he even offers to make it up to you for not showing up - the offer is to go to mcdonalds but it’s still sweet - and you assure him it’s fine, you’re not angry - not at all

but ,,,,,,,, the happiness of those moments with him dulls as more and more hiccups begin to happen

he texts you that he can’t make it to the practice runway - he’s sick

you understand

then he doesn’t text you or tell you anything on the next one - you don’t have your model and all the students shake their head with pity at you

the final date approaches faster

and shinwon,,,,,,,,,,,,,goes ghost

you don’t want to be that person and over text him - but you have to, this is about your grade

suddenly the worries you’d been told about in the beginning of all this start coming true

maybe he got super sick - i should ask his friends, but i don’t know them that well - did i do something wrong?

you don’t get it - every day without word from him is another day closer to the final runway

it stresses you out and you notice the acne coming in - the refusal to eat because it makes your stomach sick

you’re running across campus because you’ve pulled another allnighter working on your designs and fell asleep on accident

when you slam right into someones chest

your books go flying, the yogurt you had bought falls and explodes somewhere behind you

and when you look up you see ------- what was his name ------ jinho?

“oh gosh, im so sorry”

you mutter, leaning down to get your things

jinho realizes you’re scrambling and he helps you - for which you bow over ten times and apologize again for bothering him

but before you continue on your run he asks you, much to your shock

“have you seen shinwon?”

your face pales and you can’t move forward even though you know class has started

you shake your head slowly and jinho lets out a sigh

“how long has it been?”

“maybe two weeks....”

“ah. ill talk to him.”

you perk up - and then just as instantly your shoulders sag - you shouldn’t be so excited over someone whose been ignoring you for no apparent reason

“no it’s ok-”

“isn’t he supposed to be helping you with your project. it’s not ok - he’s being a brat.”

you don’t want to argue because jinho is older and closer to shinwon, but you also don’t want it to seem like you’re begging for his help

“please,,,,,just ask him if i did something wrong?”

you look into jinho’s eyes and it clicks for him

“you like shinwon don’t you?”

your books fall out of your hands again and this time it’s not because you’ve been knocked over

you just don’t know how to answer the sudden question - because you really,,,,,,,,,,,,don’t know

“he’s my muse.”

you start

“and im just,,,,,,,i just don’t want to lose that.”

jinho leans down to help with your books again, he gives you one last look before turning and heading toward the dorms

you don’t even bother getting to class anymore - you just drag yourself to the workrooms in the fashion department and sit beside your final project

it looks much less extravagant on the mannequin then it does on shinwon

and when you open your sketchbook it flips to one of your first drawings you ever did of him

it hurts to think about him.....not even because of my grades......but because........

you shake your head and lay it down on the table

no, you always have to remember what you say. you’re a small tiny star - that boys a milkyway.

jinho finds shinwon in the bathroom of the dorm, the ramones are blasting from his phone and he’s got his hands covered in black hair dye

jumping when he sees his older friend, shinwon grumbles that jinho should at least knock

but jinho crosses his arms, stern gaze unwavering on shinwon

“why are you ignoring that sweet fashion major who obviously idolizes you?”

“im not ignoring them - they’re ignoring me.”

shinwon points a finger

“and no one ignores me, you know this.”

he turns to look at himself in the mirror - making a face as the old orange goes back to his natural thick black

jinho cocks an eyebrow

“really? i just bumped into them and the poor kid looks like a mess.”

“are you saying im lying - look at my phone!”

jinho picks it up from where it’s charging on the bathroom sink

“this isn’t your phone........ is it new?”

“yeah - my last gig gave it to me along with some free clothes, my old ones on my desk but im using this one now”

he scrolls through the texts messages, gagging at some of them, and he finds what he can only assume is your number

it doesn’t have your name - all it says is

“cutest fashion major ive met in a hot minute”

jinho opens the messages and ,,,,,, it’s true - shinwon has sent an abundance of texts to you but ,,,,,,, none of them are answered

it takes three minutes for jinho to figure out what’s going on

he picks up shinwon’s old phone - find your contact (saved with the same corny name) and opens it

shinwon typed your number in..................wrong

and in his old phone are the messages from you that going unanswered

jinho groans

“ko shinwon - you’re an idiot.”

shinwon pokes his head out of the bathroom - “i know that, but what did i do this time?”

you pick your head up after what seems like hours - drool embarrassingly on the edge of the workroom table

did i fall asleep here? guess i missed more than one class.......

you stretch and look down at your sketchbook with tired eyes

“oh you’re awake?”

you jump at the sound of the voice and nearly fall out of your chair when you see shinwon sitting across from you

he’s,,,,,,,,,he’s got black hair now - and he’s not wearing his usual outrageously expensive outfits

he’s just got a flannel over some simple jeans

the sleeves are rolled up and you see those candy bracelets he loves making, the silver rings you’ve sketched on his hands a million times over

“sh-shinwon?”

“wanna hear something hilarious?”

he pulls his phone out and grins

“i was texting the wrong number for a whole two weeks - the person must think im insane! well,,,,,,,,they wouldn’t be wrong.”

you don’t understand - you look down at the screen and see the contact name

“cutest fashion major-”

“ah ah ah don’t look at that - look at the texts.”

he waves his hand and you read them one by one

“hey - do you need me for measurements? you know my body is always ready!” “hey hey hey” “doesn’t a designer need their model?” “are you mad at me? did i do something dumb when i was drunk and i dont remember?” “heeeeeeeelllllllllloooooooo?” “ill make it up to you~ shinwon was a bad boy wasn’t he?” “hey, is everything alright?”

you still don’t really understand - you look up and shinwon is resting his cheek on his palm

“i got a new phone which is why i wasnt getting your texts and you weren’t getting mine.”

something that feels better then relief washes over you

“o-oh, i thought you just ,,,,,,,,, you just didn’t want to help me anymore?”

shinwon makes a dramatic noise and jumps up from his seat - pointing at the outfit on the mannequin

“and miss out on wearing THAT masterpiece, never!”

he rounds the table

“it’s the best design ive ever seen - from the people here and from the magazine shoots ive done.”

he looks at you and for the first time they’re not those crazy, sparkling with mischief eyes

they’re almost,,,,,,,,,,,,soft

“i really love it. i won’t let you down.”

suddenly the stress and the tiredness that had hung over you seems to vanish

you get up to and smile up at him

“well then - i should finish it quick. i won’t let you down either!”

shinwon grins and when he reaches over to ruffle your hair like he’s done many times before

it’s like gravity refuses to let him - instead all the wires in his brain connect and he puts his hand on your shoulder gently

tugging you into his chest and into a hug

he smells like ,,,,,,,, fresh laundry and there’s the residual lingering from the hair dye

but there’s also the smell of his skin and the warmth of his tall frame

it sends an earthquake through you - but it makes you feel safe too

and shinwon,,,,,,,,,,,,shinwon can’t believe that there’s someone on this earth who fits so perfectly into his arms

for the first time in...............ever ...........shinwon pulls away and misses the feeling instantly

he doesn’t show it - he starts blabbering to forget the mess starting up in his brain

and you are content, as always, to go along with him

shinwon feels like something has taken him over when he offers to walk you to your dorm and you think nothing of it

waving goodbye as you go inside and some students pass by shinwon in awe

ko shinwon,,,,,,,,walked someone home? and is staring at the spot they just stood in with - is that - is that -?

this time shinwon keeps to his promise - actually he probably goes up and beyond that

he even starts asking if he can come over and see your progress

sitting beside you as you work - much to the shock of everyone else

because,,,,,,,, shinwon is never one to sit still

he’s there for measurements, the show, and then he’s out

doing whatever it is he does on campus

someone asks you about it - but you just go “he wanted to come!”

it doesn’t seem all that remarkable to you - you’re just happy to see he’s proven everyone who doubted and didn’t pick him wrong

you start to talk more too, you get excited as the final project comes to a close and the day of the fashion show approaches

you explain to shinwon the colors you chose, the fabrics, the inspo

and he stares at you in wonder this time

but you just can’t wait to see him under the lights - glittering like the beautiful model he is

on the day of the show - you’re excited to see your friends and even some of shinwon’s show up

and as you get ready behind the stage - tailoring the pieces to sit just perfect on shinwon

he watches your fingers work and your concentration and you apologize when you lean in to apply some makeup to his eyes

but he just welcomes it - your touch which was just like everyone elses when this started

feels like heaven all of a sudden

you hear your professor call out the order for the models - shinwon is last and it makes you nervous but you’re also happy because

this outfit is showstopper - it’s shinwon to a T

and it deserves to be the best, so it should be saved for last

you fix one of the lapels and make sure shinwon’s accessories are in order before you take his hands in yours

you look into his eyes - it’s dark behind the curtains but shinwon sees you clear as day

“thank you - you’re the only person who could wear what i’ve made. shinwon, you’re my muse.”

you breathe as you say the word - the word you’ve wanted to say for so long now

“im your muse?”

“yes, im honored to make this outfit for you. and im so happy you worked with me. i couldn’t have done it without you. you look so beautiful-”

shinwon can’t stop what comes over him

it’s not stupid lust like it usually is with him - it’s another worldly force this time

it’s what they sing about in all those love songs - all those songs about wanting to be connected to someone

“no - you look beautiful.”

he presses his lips to yours before you can finish your sentence

and his name is called out for the order

he rushes to the line and you

you are frozen - unsure of what just happened

am in a movie? did shinwon just ,,,,,,,,,,,, kiss me?

you can’t even process it - one of your classmates comes and tugs you toward the audience

you look over your shoulder and shinwon is staring at you from the line

oh my god - i think shinwon just kissed me for real.

the fashion show is a haze - you want to pay attention, but you keep touching your lips

it’s not until the shinwon steps out into the limelight and struts with everything he’s got

flaunting your design, making it move and sparkle just like you had seen in your vision

the crowd all let out a wave of oohs~ and the professors who are judging seem to be impressed

and when he makes his way to the turn - he spots you - the background music seems to stop

the people seem to disappear

he was fucking right - you are beautiful

you get rave reviews on your outfit - people flock to you after the show to ask about it

you want to answer questions and thank everyone - but you are looking for him

you’re looking for shinwon

who is in turn, looking for you - ignoring the people who try to get in his way

he pulls you out from the conversation - waving off the complaints of others

and tugs you through the crowded stage until you guys are alone - stuffed into a corner of costume racks and abandoned makeup stations

“shinwon why did you-”

“am i just your muse? am i just someone you idolize - or do you - do you -”

he has never struggled this much in his life

you’re looking at him with such purity that it feels overwhelming as he puts his hands on your face and kisses you again

you melt into it and he eats it up - until you’re caught by stagehands who usher you annoyingly back out into the mess of people

jinho, yuto, hongseok and hui who came to see shinwon spot you guys and jinho’s eyes avert right to your hand - in shinwon’s

he smiles - he knew all along

because yes, you looked at shinwon like he was the only man in the world but

jinho had never seen shinwon text someone seven times in a row

and he sure as hell had never seen shinwon reject an oncoming hookup like he had for the past couple of weeks

“so - something you want to tell us?”

hongseok asks, and hui looks at you and then at shinwon

shinwon shrugs

“nah not really, just that ,,,,,,,,,,, well,,,,,,,,,,,”

he shakes your hands a little and you go red

“looks like ko shinwon is off the market! sorry ladies and gentlemen - i think ive found,,,,,,,,,,,,what’s a word for it,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my muse?”

so dating shinwon,,,,,,,,,is like a whole new world for you

you were always so sure you’d be a secret admirer - at most someone who got to work with him

but now you were like ,,,,,,, you were his significant other ,,,,,,,,,,

you were basically like an overnight star

you showed up the next morning after the fashion show and everyone was just like

“YOU LOCKED DOWN SHINWON? KO SHINWON? HOW? WAS IT MAGIC?”

shinwon is so dramatic you know he opened up his contacts and deleted nearly everyone he’d ever fooled around with and you’re like

that’s not necessary and he’s like

“once im committed im committed. i should delete hui’s number too i think he has a crush on me”

hui in his composition class: my shinwon senses are telling me im being clowned

no one knew,,,,,,,shinwon could love someone so hard

for most of his life he’s taken everything happy-go-lucky, he’s always just lived by the flow

but now he’s like ,,,,,,,,,, he’s like a changed person

you are the only thing he seems to put real effort into

which you actually know isn’t true, shinwon takes modeling seriously and although his studying is slacking

you are there to encourage him

because jinho and hongseok poking at him for never doing his homework is not going to get shinwon a degree

so you offer to help him study and your first dates consist on you trying to get him from a D to at least a C+ in most of his classes

he probably doesn’t even know how to properly use excel so you’re like babe let me

as you date him, you realize that the uniqueness you fell for in the first place stays true with shinwon

there’s so much more to him - like his musical talents and his secret nerdiness

and also the anxiety that sometimes spikes in his throat and that he plays off but that now,,,,,,,,,now he has someone who’ll take these thing seriously

you can see it - when he can’t figure out his schoolwork or when a gig gets canceled on him

the furrow of his brow - the silliness gone from his face and in the beginning he tries to keep up appearances

but you just pull his long body down to yours and you tell him that nothing in this world is going to stop him from being successful

“you were born to shine, shinwon. it’s why i saw you for a second and never forgot”

“babe.............omg you had a crush on me from first sight?”

“im trying to be serious ko shinwon”

him wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you in closer “i know but like oooo a crush on me hehe you’re so cute”

you: rolling your eyes but also it’s true,,,,,,kinda

he gives you a tour of the infamous madhouse dorm - stock full of vinyls, his guitar, and brand name clothes on the floor

you’re kinda like “ooo this is cute” picking up a sweater off the floor and he’s like that’s versace i think?

you: and it’s on the floor

shinwon, shrugging: i ran out of hangers

oh my god shopping for anything with shinwon is a trip he somehow always tries to buy something that’s shiny and not useful and you’re like hey hey no

you become his impulse control - like at least 75% of it. the other 25% is jinho yelling at him over the phone

he’s such a cutie pie he loves making those candy bracelets with little rainbow charms and he makes some for you with your favorite song lyrics

which he hums as he puts on your wrist

and you promise not to take it off - which shinwon is more proud about then he should be

gives you nose kisses a lot - ruffles your hair a lot - asks you to sit on his lap and you’re like no we’re in public

loves it when you sit behind him and put your hands in his hair as he flips through the tv channels or plays a video game

won’t admit how much it kinda turns him on when you tug it - but you learn

you once are making out and shinwon keeps trying to tug at your shirt and you’re just like “listen to me shinwon, stop rushing me.” and oooooooooh my gooooooooooood

he thinks he sees stars

you most of the time: his precious angel who he can make all blushy with just some cheesy words

you also: bosses him around and points out his bullshit (which he is very into)

you and shinwon probably rock halloween parties - even though you’re not to big on the whole scene - you make the costumes and they’re killer and shinwon is just like

“they made this. for me. only me. only i get to wear the clothes they made”

complains about how when you’re a rich famous designer everyone else is gonna get to wear your masterpieces

makes you promise you’ll make exclusive outfits just for him

he does the MOST embarrassing thing ever

he marches into the fashion dept workroom one afternoon and he’s like “everyone, psa: when im a model i want to by chosen by ONE person and ONE person only - you know who!”

he winks your way and the whole room (including you) groans

like no one was planning on it anyway shinwon - he just lives for theatrics doesn’t he

his modeling gigs usually last a long time and go late into the night and he doesn’t expect you to stay up or anything

maybe send a text and a photo or whatever

but when he comes back to the dorms and you’re waiting in his bed wearing one of his led zepplin tshirts he just

he just gets all giddy - can’t keep his hands to his damn self

but also shinwon is a bad texter to everyone

but you

you get constant updates and constant photos which are demanded to become your phone background now

hongseok told you to change it to hui as a joke once but you guys were both like

no,,,,,,,shinwon might actually cry

jinho basically adores you because you actually do your work and try to help improve shinwon

but he’s also big brother mode where he’s like shinwon you better not screw this up or i will end you :)

yuto silently agrees - so does basically everyone else

jealous shinwon is ,,,,,,, like a yappy baby puppy

wooseok visits campus - a younger friend of the groups and he doesn’t know you’re dating shinwon

but he thinks you’re SOOOOOOO cute and tells everyone and shinwon just goes huffy like

“no. mine.” and wooseok is like oh ok-

shinwon: “see my phone wallpaper - it’s us kissing. see these sneakers - it was a gift from them on our anniversary - see this bracelet on their wrist? i made it and -”

everyone: OK SHUT UP

you finished your old sketchbook and you wanted to throw it out - but shinwon salvaged it and sometimes he opens it and traces the sketches you did of him

and he just,,,,,,,,,,feels so good knowing you’ve loved him for a while - and he thought he’d never have something so real and powerful

you once jokingly tell shinwon as you’re sitting cross-legged across from him in the park that you used to say you were a tiny star and he was a milkyway

and he just blinks and shakes his head

“no - if im a milkyway, you’re my entire galaxy.”

and then hung his head because OK CORNY but it’s true,,,,,,it’s so true

shinwon is always opening up the world for you - from music to art to whatever

he’s still your muse - even if he’s your boyfriend

but now instead of having to see him from all these miles away - like he’s some untouchable force

he’s sitting beside you

strumming on his guitar, hair messy and only an arms length away

you lean over and kiss his neck and he chuckles as he continues to play and you continue to sketch

only to realize some things never change

the page full of shinwon, and his heart is full of you ~

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