#but by how much effort it took to come up with shops + names that also correlated with the playground they're apart of

[chastiefoul]

stood up.

characters: ayato & alhaitham

summary:

Your boyfriend promised a long overdue date on the winter season—albeit how busy he was.

But as you waited and waited for him on the agreed spot, why does it look like he’s not coming?

tags: a lil angsty, comfort would be on part 2

Alhaitham

You were giddy as you woke up, immediately getting ready for the long awaited date you both have today. Amidst the research he’s been busy working with at the time, he finally managed to take a brief break and told you he missed you wanted to spend time with you which you couldn’t possibly refuse since you missed him just as much.

It was heavily snowing outside—you took a mental note as you pick a warm outfit for today. You were very excited about the date that you had arrived fifteen minutes early, silently hoping maybe your boyfriend would come a little early too since it’s been a while that you both spend a quality time.

☘

“I need coffee,” Alhaitham groaned as he went out from his room, completely exhausted and sleep-deprived. Kaveh who coincidentally was in the dining room just stared at him as if saying ‘then pour it yourself tf?’. Alhaitham made a cup for himself and took a sip. “It’s noon, and you’re just waking up?” the blond said disapprovingly while the grey-haired man only sighed. “It can’t be helped that I needed to sleep late every day for the past week. Also mind your own business, don’t you have that presentation you’ve deemed all week as important today?” He asked, annoyed. “Huh? That was yesterday.” Kaveh said, confused. Alhaitham widened his eyes. “What?” Panic rises inside Alhaitham’s chest as he asked.

“What date is it today?” His stomach dropped, refusing to believe that he had mixed up such an important date only because he was dwelled to deep on his research, even though he promised to meet you. He looked at the clock, 12 p.m, you both agreed to meet at 9 a.m.

 “Seventeenth.” Kaveh confirmed, quickly snapping Alhaitham’s useless idle thought.

The scribe cursed out loud then went to grab the first coat he saw and swiftly go out.

Please still be there, please still be there.

He ran full speed at the agreed spot. He so wanted you to still be there but perhaps it would be too cruel at your side since you’d be standing still at the same spot waiting in the cold for three whole hours.

Then he saw you there, standing as you had your hands deep on your pocket, your nose red from the cold.

“(y/n)!” Alhaitham called out, but you didn’t budge at the noise. He approached you, overwhelmed with guilt. “I’m sor-“

“I told you before that we didn’t have to meet if you’re busy, I told you I could wait.” You said, uncharacteristically slow that it was unnerving. “But I didn’t mean it like this,” you whispered, finally losing it. Alhaitham’s heart broke at the tone, but he knew he didn’t have the right. “Waiting here for three whole hours that people from shop nearby talked to me and said I should warm myself up for a moment and I stupidly refuse, scared that you’d come while I was gone and you’d think I forgot about today..” you paused.

“I looked like a fool—no, I was an utter fool.”

“Please. I can explain-“

“Gosh what an interesting way to apologize,” your eyes hot with tears that were threatening to spill. “Seeing you now, clearly just waking up with no effort whatsoever to get yourself ready.. just how pathetic do you want me to feel, Alhaitham?” you sniffled, feeling uncomfortable and heartbroken. The fact that you were looking forward to today for days and he did not even bother to remember. That fact cuts deep.

The man’s heart ached more by the sudden call of his full name, not the usual endearing nickname of ‘haitham’.

You walked away, wiping your tears. Alhaitham who witness your back getting smaller as you take a step after another could only stand still, quietly searching for the words he could find to first and foremost apologize, then to find a way to make it all up to you.

Ayato

It was definitely not easy, being by Ayato’s side, but you made it work—you always do. And Ayato couldn’t hope for more of an understanding partner—and he didn’t let you forget that, but this made you reluctant to voice your worries, scared that he would picture you as this selfish person. But if you were given a wish, perhaps you’d want to be able to spend a little more time with your boyfriend. Just a little.

☘

When there’s patience, there’s too, a limit.

You’re currently waiting for Ayato at the meeting spot you both agreed on the day before. You wouldn’t mind a ten or fifteen minutes tardiness, anyone could’ve make such mistake, but feeling how stiff your fingers were and seeing the sun position, it’s safe to say you’ve been waiting for more than four hours. There are strangers who passed by earlier, and when the same people witnessed you still glued in the same spot they saw you, you couldn’t help but look down.

A quiet but incisive sense of shame overwhelmed you, that you had such faith in this man that you were willing to wait even hours on such weather, not even knowing that if Ayato had felt the same anticipation—clearly not, since him or even his retainer that usually gave you news about his well-being was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t help but laugh self-deprecatingly at your foolishness as you finally decided to give up and go home, not even thinking about the reason why he had forgotten about the date. The bottom line was that he stood you up, whether it was unintentional at the end of the day, you were hurt. And it was finally time to tell him that he would not get away with it.

☘

The next day, your body had to pay up the price of waiting on such a snowy weather that you caught a fever. It wasn’t worth it in the slightest but at least this way you don’t have to face him for a while, since you don’t really have anything nice to say if forced to see his face.

That thought was short-lived however, seeing that Ayato had decided to come, on a day where you both didn’t agree to meet up on. You were laying down, even with the thick layers of clothing you still felt somewhat cold.

“You didn’t come this morning as you usually do, so I got worried,” he explained the sudden visit. Your head hurt, but truly it was incomparable to the ache you’re experiencing on your chest. Ayato seemed to had completely forgotten the fact that he was supposed to meet you yesterday. “What were you doing that you’ve become this ill, love?” There was nothing but pure concern in his voice but this made you more spiteful, more infuriated.

“I was waiting for someone for hours out in the cold yesterday.” You said, still burying yourself in the blanket, not bothering to make eye contact with the man. At this he was thinking back that perhaps you had tell him about this engagement, but his expression quickly drop, as he remembered. You wanted to laugh at it since you’ve never seen such face on him, but that was a luxury you had to postpone until a later date where you had felt a little better.

“Sweethe-“ He quickly said but you cut him off. “Don’t call me that. And don’t even think about touching me.” You said sternly, as he swiftly retracted the hand that was about to touch your head.

“(y/n), I apologize but I-“

And you’ve had about enough of his exuses—no matter how important, you don’t even care anymore, you just wanted Ayato out of your sight.

“It’s always something with you, isn’t it? I’m tired, Ayato.” You said meekly, truly exhausted by the way he always had something to say, a ­­way to get out of being berated, reasons that you had to understand even though it was the same as saying that he had put you second—or maybe below that yet again. “I don’t want to understand it anymore, I give up.” You finally said, and only at this point Ayato had realized just how much he had hurt you over the course of you dating him.

“I’m done being your loyal dog that you can treat however you please, Ayato. Leave.”

“(y/n)-“

“I said, leave.” You repeated.

Ayato could only stand up and got out as guilt was eating him away slowly. It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that he had taken advantage of your kindness and took you for granted. The regrets tasted bitter on his tongue. As he went out from your haven there was only one thing running through his mind. How could he possibly fix this?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x you #genshin fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin angst #ayato x y/n #ayato x reader #ayato x you #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader

[theemporium]

💰 with sugar daddy Carlos, you get in an accident in one of his expensive cars and freak out thinking he’s going to be pissed but instead he just worries about you?

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It happened so fast that you weren’t even sure what happened.

Carlos had been so insistent that you take one of his many cars. You had been stubborn for the best part, far too attached to the crappy car you saved up for and bought after almost a year of working your ass off and saving every penny. It was your baby even if it took more effort and money to keep running over the years over buying a new car, and you weren’t ready to say goodbye yet. 

But then Carlos had seen you taping your side mirror back on (again) and had to practically beg for you to use one of his cars. He even promised to keep your car in the garage amongst his multiple sports cars and high-end names that you still thought only existed in James Bond movies, and in return, you took one of his cars out when you needed to go to work or run errands.

And that was exactly what you had been planning today.

It was meant to be a quick errand run: mostly grocery shopping, picking up a few things from the dry cleaners and popping into a few other shops you had been meaning to visit the next time you were out. And everything had been going fine until you were on your way to the food shop before you returned home. 

You didn’t see him coming. You didn’t hear him coming. You didn’t even know what happened until the ringing in your ears stopped and the taste of metal was prominent in your mouth. 

Ambulances and police were called to the scene. You were pulled out of the wrecked car by a paramedic, only to let out a sob and almost fall to your knees when you saw the damage. It was honestly a surprise it was still in one piece, but it was mangled and you hated to think about how much repairs would cost. 

And despite your deepest wishes, the police had to call Carlos since his name was not only under the main driver of the car but also as your emergency contact. 

Your stomach was in knots at what he would say. He had many cars, far too many for a single person to have but he adored every single one. The memory played on a loop in your head of Carlos telling you why he bought each car, when he bought them, the special occasion they were linked to. Each car had a meaning, and you had completely shattered one of them.

You were on the edge of throwing up the whole time you sat in the back of the ambulance, clutching onto the blanket they placed over your shoulders and trying to bite back the tears when you realised this was it. 

This would be Carlos’ breaking point. This would be the reason he needed to break up with you. This would be too much even for him, even if it would barely dent his bank account to repair the car. This would be a step too far in his eyes and he was going to leave you. 

“Where is she?!” 

Your eyes clenched shut as you heard his voice a few feet away. You could hear the commotion like muffled voices underwater, but it took less than thirty seconds before he was rushing towards you. 

“Mi amor,” he breathed out as his hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes glancing over every inch of you to make sure you’re okay. 

But his touch was the last thing you needed before you broke down. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you sobbed as the tears began streaming down your face, blurring your vision of the Spaniard standing in front of you. “I didn’t see him coming and he just came out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to crash the car, Carlos, I promise. I-I’ll help pay for—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he murmured, his thumbs wiping away the hot tears running down your cheeks. “Breathe for me, amor, breathe for me. Deep breaths. Just….breathe.” 

Your breathing was still shaky and shallow as you shook her head. “But the car—”

“Fuck the car,” Carlos said, a frown downturned on his lips as he softly squeezed your face. “Mi amor, I don’t fucking care about the car. I just care if you’re okay.”

You blinked. “Really?”

“Yes,” Carlos murmured, and it was only now you could really see the fear and concern written all over his face and shining in his eyes. “Those cars mean nothing to me. They can be replaced. But you can’t.” 

“Oh,” was all you could reply with.

“I was so scared when I got that call, I—” he let out his own shaky breath as he shook his head, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “I thought I lost you.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. 

“Stop apologising, amor,” he murmured before lifting his head to press a lingering kiss on your forehead. “C’mon, let’s get you cleared and then I’m taking you home and not letting you out of my arms for at least three months.”

“Carlos—”

“I’m serious, mi amor, don’t fight me on this.”

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[oct0bra1ns]

Hey, love love love the yan!writer post you made. The writing in your fave genre... delicious ^-^ What if the dynamic were reversed, writer!reader with a yan who's a fan of their writing? Would you be willing to write hcs for that? :>

Pairing: Yandere fan (?) x writer! reader Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others , yanderes, notes: IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ANSWER. reblogs and comments are appreciated!

Yandere fan who didn't even have a favourite genre until he started reading your books. Who's read all your books so many times they could probably recite any paragraph from memory.His book shelf is so meticulously organised, with every and all books that you've written and any special edition ones take priority while books from other authors are either on the bottom or stuffed into some random box because they don't deserve to be on the same shelf as you.

Yandere Fan who has a dedicated notebook with all his favourite lines and thoughts you've said/written. Takes note of anything you mention you like or want. The coffee shops you visit, the publishing house you go to, he notes down everything, especially the names of journalists that make you uncomfortable.

Yandere fan who shamelessly promotes your books on social media, talking about why your work should be considered as classic literature and how much effort you put into writing each book and if you ever write a book in another language, ou best believe he'll learn the language just to read it.

Yandere fan who's the first to know if you ever have any events, being the first person to book tickets to the event, always observing you from a distance, not wanting you to think of him as someone who's a rich prick at a social event, that's why he first comes up to you at a book signing event, gushing to you about how much he loves your books, handing you a small gift that you once mentioned you wanted in an interview. He makes sure to get his book signed and gets a glass case to put it in, you touched it, he doesn't want anyone else to even breath on it now.

Yandere fan who hates when you mention anyone else other than him as your muse, he's done it enough times to make sure you don't make the mistake of calling someone else your muse ever again.

#octo answers #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #octo writes #tw yandere #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere x willing reader #yandere fan #yandere headcanons

[chaosandmarigolds]

Among the Bullets

Chapter 1, part 1

Summary: You're a transfer mechanic for a task force which you know nothing about, and while trying to figure out your standing with each of the members you begin to realize you may be over your head. (Evental romance, bear with me)

When someone would look over your file they would be met with a nice and normal, average-looking citizen, who took over your father's Machine Shop at the age of sixteen when he passed away, went to trade school and then university for engineering on scholarship. The worst law you ever broke was speeding, it was clean, neat, and tied up with a bow. Then came when you were invited to be a console on a Military operation, and somehow that kept being a habit; you were a vital person in many operations.

Clean file. Looked good on paper.

“Bullshit!” Simon snapped at Price as he tossed the file onto the oak desk, giving his captain a disapproving glare (as if he could look any different). “A civilian?” 

Price sat down at his desk, leaning back in the chair and looking over the file that now sat in front of him, the emblem on the folder like a haunting mark of the mechanic's impending doom. With a shrug of his shoulders, he lifts his gaze to the lieutenant. He was well aware was less than pleased but the order was over his head, even if he did agree that it was risky and it would only deter their efforts, he had no choice but to allow it and pray to whatever God there was that no one would be killed, “Listen it’s and in an out op, the kid’s been on the field before.” 

Simon grumbled pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked at the captain, almost having to strain his eyes to see it through the darkness. Sure he had seen consoles come onto the team for certain operations, but not for this type of one, not one that would require this much attention to detail, not one that would be risky even for him. Then atop of the already risky mission, he would have to babysit some knee-weak mechanic, and lord knew he would be dumped with them because no one else would even give them a second thought- it was idiotic. And he would be sure to tell Price about his opinions. 

“What ‘bout protocol? The ranks? To even know the task force exists is clearance nine!” 

“Since when have you ever given a shit about protocol?” Price retorted and then stood back up, picking up the file and looking it over, “Full scholarship to MIT, been in the field for over ten years, girl’s a borderline genius. Like it or not she’s comin on and guess what? For the lip you get to greet her.” 

“Not babysittin it.” 

Price narrowed his gaze and glanced up at Simon, almost amused by the man’s harsh words, “Oh? Now you get to show ‘er to her bunk.” 

Simon let out an exasperated laugh, almost in shock by it all. He was being downgraded to a babysitter, something any rookie could do with easily, something so very below his paygrade, “Make Johnny be the welcome wagon, ‘etter at it.”

“No, you’re doin it.” He tapped the folder and then held it out for the lieutenant to take, not bothering to make his expression even look pleased, so when the man reluctantly took the file he spoke again, his voice growing more annoyed with each syllable. “Get a move on, she’ll be here within the hour.”

With a grunt Simon looks down at the file and turns on his heel, mind whirling at how stupid all of it was, how stupid of a mission they had to go on was, how stupid whoever chose to put some random mechanic on the team was, how stupid Price was for making him be the stupid wagon. Well, replace stupid with much cruder words and maybe quite a few insults, and then it would accurately describe his mental dialogue. Just as he reached the door of the office he heard Price call his name and for some reason, not for some reason there was reason, he thought about ignoring him. With a sigh, he turned about halfway to assure his captain he had his attention. 

“Don’t scare her, need her for this op.”

‘Don't scare her’ he mentally mocked as he walked through the base, almost laughing at the choice of wording, there is nothing he did better than scare people. It was a part of his MO so of course he would scare whatever mechanic they deemed fit to come onto the team. Hopefully, for his sake and theirs, he would be able to scare them off before the mission happened. 

“It’s been forty-seven hours, I’m tired, I’m dirty, and I’m hungry,” Your words were mainly to yourself as the random solider handed you the duffle bag you had oh so perfectly packed, and you tell just by how lopsided the weight was that it had been ransacked. You had just spent the last two days in a carrier, only stopping twice to get fuel for the craft and you weren't even allowed to look outside because that was ‘above your clearance’ to know where you were and no one offered any food and you were stupid enough to think you would have some sort of meal provided on the trip. So, your grumble was more of a plead for food, or somewhere to take a nap, instead, you were met with your bag to your chest and no response. 

With a hum you walk off the hangar, the base itself was bustling, people all within their own heads and no one even knew you existed, which may be for the better because you felt like a fish out of water. You had been told that someone would be there to give you more information but you were currently standing with a bag at your feet, no phone, no reference for anything, and a lot of panic pooling in your gut. Sure, you were smart, socially well, you got along well with others but…You hated when you felt out of place, so standing there well it might as well be your worst nightmare. 

When you hear your last name hissed from behind you you close to trip over your own feet to look behind you, only to slightly wish you didn’t. Growing up you were of average height, and a strong build and you felt pretty alright with your stature- yet at that moment you had never felt so small to put it simply. The man before you looked the part you assumed he was, a soldier, one who probably had…issues judging by the skull mask and the black clothes, or maybe he just never outgrew his emo phase.

“Oh.” You couldn’t keep the small squeak from your throat from coming out and you tuck your hand under your arm to pull off your glove, holding out your hand as you forced a smile to introduce yourself. The man before you just eyed you put down and then held out a tablet for you to take. So, you nod and take it, “Okay…cool? What is this?”

“Your schedule for the next week and a half.” He quipped harshly and then began to walk off, getting about halfway across the hangar before he realized you were simply not following and he stood still, “Civil!” Simon heard you let out a small ‘oh!’ and then approaching footsteps as if you ran over to him

Simon's gaze remained impassive as he took in your appearance, his eyes lingering on your simple outfit and unassuming demeanor. There was something about you that piqued his curiosity, which for whatever reason he found more unsettling than anything else. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something that drew his attention, even as he looked away there was the faint growing feeling that he needed to look back- which was disgusting and foreign and he hated it so he resisted it with all of his might.

"We'll meet the rest of the team tonight," Simon stated, his tone clipped and businesslike as he continued to walk towards one of the main halls.

"Okay, and…," your voice trails off as you look through the schedule and then bite back a laugh as you see how…well scheduled it was, not a minute was left for anything, even your nightly schedule was not your own (something you will be ignoring) and you nod. "That is at 17:30 thank you, Lieutenant Riley."

“How do you know that?”

Your head shoots up and look at him and you let out a small hum, realizing your error by addressing him by a name you really shouldn’t have known you look down at the tablet again, so with a nervous tic of clearing your throat your gaze lowers to the tablet again,“C…Can I plead the fifth to that?”

“No.” His words left room for silence until he reached the quarters, the one that used to be an office so the bed was only a pull-out sofa and by far it was the closest to the garage, and he could tell by your confused stare up at him that you were baffled on why he stopped walking and he motioned to the door. “Yours.” 

“I get my own room?” The lightheartedness to your slightly ecstatic quip was met with a lifeless stare and you nodded, opening the door with a laugh following your sigh, “This is so cool! Usually, when I work for the military they put me in the barracks-” You spin around to see him with a beaming smile upon your expression, “Thank you.” 

Unshokcingly all you were met with was a nod and then being left to your own unpacking, so you nod and then move to close the door. Not that you needed to unpack, afterall you would be on base for about a week and a half, and then your little ‘mission’ and then you would be free to go home. This would be easy. Super…easy, right? 

; 

“Tha’ little thing??” Johnny interrupted with a flabbergasted look on his face, almost falling over from the next punch Simon landed on the boxing bag he had supposed to be holding steady, sure he knew they were getting a consult but- “She’s gunna die.” 

Simon looks at him from the boxing bag, holding out his hand to steady it, “No shit.” 

“Cap’n okay with it’?” 

A small pause and then Simon raises his fists again, “Don’t know. Meet ‘er tonight.”

I’m still new to this still, feed back would be sooo appericated!

Chapter 1, part two

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[specialagentlokitty]

Bobby Nash x reader - our own family

Heyyy, if you ever find the time could you please make a hurt/comfort bobby nash x platonic!reader who is a fighter based off of the prompt “ I’m not your dad” “I know…do you know that”. I’d love some more bobby as a parental figure material please and thank you. 😊 - @purplecrayola 💜

You had woken up in the hospital, you didn’t have much recollection on how you ended up there or why.

Everything was still really hazy, and but the pain you could feel radiating from your abdomen was definitely real, you could feel it.

It wasn’t bad, maybe the IV in your arm had something to do with that, you had no clue.

You laid there taking small breaths, just staring up at the ceiling, and you heard the door open.

“Hello…?” You asked softly.

You didn’t want to risk sitting up, so you waited for the nurse to come over, and she smiled warmly at you.

“Well hey you, you’re awake again.”

You furrowed your brows a little bit in confusion.

“A..again…?”

“Yes, you woke up a week ago, not for long, only a few minutes. Can you sit up for me?”

You nodded, and the nurse helped you in slowly sitting up.

She checked your vitals, took some blood and checked your injury sight.

“Do you.. do you know what happened to me?”

“You came in about two weeks ago, you had major trauma to your abdomen. Do you not remember?”

You thought for a moment, forcing the memories to come to light.

You remembered the flames, you had been called out to a huge fire at a construction site, where a couple of people were said to still be inside the building.

You had gone in to try and find them, you were with Eddie and Hen.

You heard a loud creaking noise, and you barely had time to react when scaffolding fell, and then you remembered the pain.

People screaming your name.

Rain hitting your face.

You furrowed your brows a little bit.

Was it rain?

You felt a tap on your shoulder, and you snapped out of your head to look at the nurse.

“Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

“No I uh.. I remember what happened…”

She nodded her head.

“We need to keep you in for another few days, but after that you can go home, would you have anybody you can stay with?”

“I uh.. my chief, Bobby Nash. Has he been here?”

“Oh yes, comes by every day after work.”

“Can you ask him if he can take me? I live closer to him so it’ll be easier.”

She smiled, nodding her head and you went back to think.

While you were thinking, you went back to the last thing you remembered.

You were sure it wasn’t rain, it wasn’t supposed to rain that night, maybe it was water from the trucks? But that didn’t make sense.

Why would they keep you so close to the trucks if you had been hurt?

You shook your head, taking a sip of the water that was put next to you.

You shuffled back down, deciding to get some more sleep.

You spent a lot of the time sleeping, up until the point where Bobby came to take you home, and you still sat in your own head.

He helped you to your apartment, slowly sitting you down on the couch.

“I’ve been given a strict list of what medications you’re supposed to take and when, how to look after your wound and signs of infection.”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Right now you need some food that isn’t hospital food.” He smiled.

This made you laughed a little bit.

“Can we order Chinese?”

“Oh no, you’ve got to stay away from takeout right now. So, we’re going to do some simple chicken and rice and see how that goes.”

You grumbled a little bit but said nothing.

Bobby walked to your kitchen.

“I did some shopping before coming to get you.”

“I have food.”

“You have meals you throw in the microwave, we’ve been through this (Y/N) that’s not healthy.” He scoffed.

“But cooking is effort.”

“You live five minutes away from me, you could just come over you know.”

You shrugged a little bit, shuffling down so you could lay down and you placed a hand over your stomach.

You closed your eyes, the pain medicine taking hold, letting you fall asleep again.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for, but somebody was gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey kiddo, hey.., come on..” Bobby whispered.

You opened your eyes, and you stared at him.

“It was you…”

“What was?”

Bobby helped you sit up, placing your dinner in your lap.

“I.. I thought it was raining, but it was you, crying. I.. I said something but I can’t remember what. I’m trying to remember the accident.”

“Don’t rush yourself (Y/N), you went through a lot. Just let it come back naturally.”

Bobby sat down with his own dinner, and you looked at him.

“What did I say bobby?”

He sighed.

“You called me your dad.”

You glanced back down at your plate, that part of the accident rushing back to you.

You were begging and pleading about how you didn’t want to die, about how much it hurt, begging Bobby not to leave you.

You kept calling him dad.

Bobby cleared his throat, and you looked up at him.

“I’m not your dad”

You nodded your head a little.

“I know…do you know that?”

He looked at you confused.

“You’ve been sleeping in my hospital room, the nurse told me. That’s not something a chief does for his fighters.”

“You don’t like being alone. That’s why you’ve got a cat, who by the way will be returned in the morning by Chim.”

“That doesn’t change what I said…”

“We’re not talking about this.”

You nodded your head, setting your plate down, not having touched a single thing on it.

“I’m really tired…”

You pushed yourself up with a great deal of pain, hand over your stomach.

You slowly padded away, making your way to your room and you laid down on your back, placing an arm over your eyes.

You didn’t mean to get annoyed at him, but on the medication and the pain you weren’t thinking right now.

Bobby stayed in your living room, truth be told you were like a kid to him, but right now that was a conversation for later.

His main thought was making sure you got better

#911 fandom #911 imagine #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 x reader #911 x you #Bobby Nash #Bobby Nash x reader #Bobby Nash x you #Bobby Nash imagine

[ackermanbloodline]

A/N: Hey, Anons! I have decided to combine these two requests into one fic. Sorry this took me so long to get to. Thanks for sending these in, I really hope you both like it! This takes place in the canon universe, a few years following the Battle of Heaven and Earth. 

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Pretty fluffy. No warnings that I can really think of aside from AOT spoilers.

* * * 

Through the Threads of Time - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

It has been years, years since you saw him. Your best friend in elementary and middle school, now all grown up. As he enters the tea shop with some sort of limp through the front door, your eyes cling to him. His once soft jawline is now sharp and defined, his cheekbones high on his face, and his eyes have a silver razor’s edge to them. He’s dressed in a black and white suit, the first two buttons of his undershirt unbuttoned, with a long black trench coat over it all. His hair is parted to the side and his undercut looks freshly buzzed. 

He looks… breathtaking?

You nearly drop the piping hot green tea you’re serving to a nearby table of customers. 

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” the customer calls out to you in an impatient tone. You’re snapped out of your trance and you muster up the best smile you can conjure as a wave of panic washes over your body. 

“Sorry about that!” you apologize in a peppy customer service voice as you set the teapot down gently. “Here you go. Enjoy!”

As you make your way back behind the counter, your frazzled hands make flattening paths down your apron. Before you can run to the bathroom to do a quick once-over of your appearance, a low voice calls your name questioningly. It reverberates in your ears and causes you to freeze in your tracks. 

“Is that you?” the voice calls out again. 

Your breath hitches in your throat after swallowing a thick wad of saliva. Quickly, you turn around and face your once beloved childhood best friend. A pang of concern hits you in the gut when you see two scars running across his face, one merging into his left eye. The iris and pupil are completely gone, leaving nothing but a white eye behind. You had seen the pictures in the papers but… it was a different story to see it in person. 

His gaze travels up and down your body and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. 

“Levi,” you smile at him. “What a wonderful surprise.” 

“I concur. How have you been doing?” 

“Never better! How are you?” 

“Never better,” he echoes and looks around the shop. “This is where you work? I’ve never seen you here before.” 

“I just started a week or so ago. I only work on weekends. I’m a full-time student.” 

“Is that so? What are you studying?” 

“Literature.” 

“That’s… very fitting. After all, I couldn’t have passed many of my classes without your help.” 

You’re not sure how to respond, so all you do is give him a chuckle. You look around the room and pray to the heavens above that nobody can see the heat creeping up on your cheeks. 

However, he sees you looking around the room and mistakes the gesture for boredom. He takes a deep breath. 

“Anyway, I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll take a 12-ounce hot black tea. To go, please.”

“Sure thing,” you say, trying to fight the deflated feeling in your chest as you write the order on the side of the cup with his name. “Anything else?”

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you.” 

Once you make his order and hand it to him, he lifts the cup in your direction and nods once at you. 

“Thanks. I’ll see you around. Enjoy the rest of your day.” 

“Thank you, you too.” 

Your eyes stick to his figure as he limps out of the shop. All the way until he’s gone from sight when he rounds the corner of the street outside.

And just like clockwork, Levi comes into the shop at 3 PM, on the dot, every Saturday. Placing the same order, asking more questions about what you’ve been up to the past couple decades, all the while looking dashing every single visit. Once you recognize this pattern, you start to put more effort into your appearance. Not too much that it’s going overboard, but just enough. Your hair is always styled neatly and you go out of your way to slow down the way you apply your makeup. 

You certainly didn’t have feelings for your childhood best friend, that’s for certain. You didn’t even know the guy. You both have changed, in every single way. But was he pretty to look at? Absolutely. 

And you want him to have something to look at, too. 

“I’ve enjoyed chatting with you,” Levi says your name and flicks a few dollars into the tip jar on the counter. “Reminds me of simpler times. Would you be available sometime this week for tea?” 

“I appreciate that. And yeah, that sounds great! I actually get off in a few hours and don’t have anything planned after.” 

“Perfect. Shall I meet you here?” 

“N-no, let’s go somewhere else,” you blurt and his eyebrow raises. “Sorry. It’s my coworkers. They all talk, you know. And I value my privacy.” 

“As do I. Would it be too forward to invite you over to my place? I live just right down the road. I could give you a full tea tasting.” 

“How can I pass up such an enticing offer?” you smile at him. “It’s a deal.” 

“Great. Here’s my address,” he grabs a pen and napkin, both sitting nearby, and uses it to scribble the numbers and words of his residence. “Does 7 work for you?” 

“Yes, that sounds good.” 

“Fantastic,” he says monotonously as he leans up and holds the napkin toward you. You take it gingerly and shove it into your back pocket. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

“It’s a plan.” 

* * * 

7 PM comes faster than you ever thought it would. It seems to come in a blink of an eye. You’re standing at his front door. His house is a one-story home that features a white exterior with dark green window shutters. The landscaping is kept up on: campanulas and other types of flowers neatly groomed into sections, wood chips in the dead space, and hedges trimmed perfectly. All the visible windows are open with curtains pulled back to let in the warm, clean summer air. 

You knock and wait a few moments before the door opens. Levi looks at you, his eyes boring into yours. He’s wearing black slacks and a white tee. 

“Hey,” you give him a smile. 

“Hi, come in.” 

He steps to the side and you step through the door frame. You take off your outerwear at the door. He takes your coat and hangs it on a nearby standing coat rack. You thank him. You place your shoes neatly on the entrance rug, keeping in mind Levi’s clean-freakiness that you came to know throughout the years. 

You immediately spot the mahogany kitchen table, which is adorned with a white table runner down the middle. On the table are dainty white tea cups. A number of them. There are also a few tea kettles and French presses with dark liquid in them. On a tiered serving platter are snacks such as cut sandwiches, donuts, cupcakes, macarons, and fruit. 

“Holy shit,” you approach the table slowly and gesture to it. “You did all this?” 

“Yes, I haven’t had the chance to do this quite yet. And this is a special occasion. So I went all out.” 

“I’m honored. This looks amazing, Levi. Truly.” 

“Thank you. Let’s wash up and get started, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

* * * 

You can tell that Levi is fighting back his excitement as he is explaining the ins and outs of making tea to you. You admire the way that he gently pours the hot water into teacups, seeping the leaves just right before serving them to you. It’s so graceful and calculated. All the while, he’s concentrated with his brows knitted together. 

You listen intently, through every step. You never thought tea making could get so technical with perfecting the water temp, preheating the teaware, using exclusively loose whole-leaf tea, using filtered water, and so on. After all, you are a novice barista. 

Particularly, he is a strong advocate of not adding milk nor any type of sweetener to tea, which isn’t a shock to you as he always declined both with each and every order of his. His justification was so the drinker can truly taste the tea on its own. Makes sense. However, you prefer some sort of additive to your tea, so this was an adjustment. 

“This is a bit bitter,” you say, coughing a little after you carefully take a drink of a golden tinted tea. “Is it supposed to be like that?”

“Yes. Young sheng is generally a more bitter tea.” 

That is the last of the tea sampling. The tiered platter is almost cleared off as you and Levi both tried some finger foods with the wide selection of tea. 

“So, what’s your verdict? Which is your favorite?” he asks inquisitively. 

“Out of all these, I liked the hibiscus tea the best. I liked how it was a bit sour and the color of it was super pretty.” 

“I understand. Again, that’s very fitting.” 

“You’ve said that quite a few times now and I’m not sure if I should take it as a compliment or an insult,” you chuckle dryly. 

“It’s not meant to be an insult by any means. Just… not surprising. Despite all these years, you really haven’t changed much.” 

“I see,” you say, leaning back in your chair. “We’ve talked an awful lot about me. But what about you, Levi? What have you been up to?” 

“Well, to be candid, things have been…” he trails off and looks troubled. His brow is furrowed. “Quiet, since everything ended. My leg has healed tremendously since injuring it. I was condemned to a wheelchair for a long time and… that was also a difficult change for me, to say the least.” 

“Of course. That would be a difficult change for anyone.” 

“But it only pushed me to put in my all during physical therapy. Being in that wheelchair I felt… incapable. A ghost of a person I once was. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier… reduced into a cripple. Yes, I survived. But I can’t help but wonder… would’ve it been better if I had perished, just like so many of my comrades?”

“Levi…” you say in a cautionary tone, “you know that’s not true, right? You may see a wheelchair as an obstacle or a reduction of your character, but that’s far from the truth. You still have so much to offer the world. That’s never changing. Like, you coming into the shop every weekend was always something I looked forward to.” 

The ends of his lips curl ever so slightly upward into a soft smile. You both exchange prolonged eye contact before he looks away into the platter of leftover food and tea. 

“I appreciate that, thank you. Everything became difficult, even going to the toilet. Gabi and Falco forced me to hire an at-home nurse. And not only was I dealing with this new debilitating physical ailment… but I was facing a mental one, too. I often asked myself if life was really worth living in my disabled state. I was never truly suicidal, but I did question my existence, my purpose in life. After all, I had fulfilled my mission as a soldier.” 

He pauses to look at you. You’re still listening with such intent that it makes him continue. 

“But to die by my own hand would mean letting my comrades down. Their lives were taken unwillingly. By force. What a privilege it is to live. To wake up each day. To draw breath.” 

“I never really looked at it that way but, yes… you’re right. It is a privilege.” 

He clears his throat and sits up in his seat. 

“Long-winded answer… Sorry. But right now I’m working on a book. Hoping the guys at Berg will give me some free publicity when I actually publish it. Who knows.” 

“Really? A book? What about?” 

“The last seven years of my time in the Survey Corps: a first-hand, unbiased account of what happened as Eren Jaeger, once known as the hope of humanity, became the most despised person in history. I don’t want humanity to forget those important events. Otherwise, we’ll be doomed to repeat them.”

“That’s fantastic! And a great point. If you ever want someone to take a look over it, I’d be more than willing to do so. Historical nonfiction isn’t really my strong suit, but I’m sure we could work something out.” 

“I will keep that in mind. I’m not even halfway done yet.” 

“Well, I’m sure there’s a lot to account for and remember.” 

“Certainly.” 

* * * 

You and Levi end up talking through the afternoon into the late evening. You two sit by the fireplace on his couch and enjoy a glass or two of red wine. The house is completely dark otherwise. There’s a slight pink tinge dancing across the apples of his cheeks. You’ve never seen the man smile as much as he has this evening. 

“Thank you for coming over,” he says casually as he tilts his wine in a circular motion, making the dark liquid dance across the waist of the glass. “I really appreciate it. I tend to overstock on tea. So it’s nice to finally share that with someone. Get rid of some of it.” 

“Of course. It was quite impressive. Have I told you that already?”

“Just only a million times.” 

“And I’ll say it a million more.” 

Both of you chuckle. The warmth of the fire spreads across the pad of your foot when you stick it out towards the flames. 

“You know, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” 

Your head snaps towards him. Did you hear him correctly? “I beg your pardon?” 

“Please. Don’t act like you don’t already know.” 

“Alright, pal. I’m cutting you off. Gimme.” 

Once you put your wine glass down on the side table, you lunge at him and he pulls away teasingly. A smirk spreads across his face. Utilizing the armrest of the couch, you reach again and contort your body over his to try and reach it. As quickly as a lightning strike hits, your hand suddenly slips off, causing your whole body to collide with his. Your face collapses into his torso. 

And you notice how close you two are. His body heat radiates onto yours. It somehow seems hotter than the fire. How he’s still effortlessly holding his wine glass despite the clashing of your bodies. He sets it down carefully on the other end table and his hands slowly lower onto your waist. 

“Easy,” he breathes lowly as he moves your body so your face is close to his. “Don’t want to spill.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat. His breath fans across your lips. He seems frozen in place, waiting for you to do something. You lick your lips and look up into his eyes. His gaze bores into yours. And just like that, you’re too frozen to do anything, either. Hesitantly, he reaches a hand up and slowly guides a tuft of your hair behind the shell of your ear. After, his hand settles on the side of your neck, which allows his thumb to make soft strokes against the round of your cheek. You lean into his touch and your eyes fluttered closed. You hear his breath get caught up in his throat, too. 

He leans into you, and when his lips brush yours ever so slightly, goosebumps run along the length of your spine. Your heartbeat rages in your chest. He calls out your name cautiously. 

“Hm?” you open your eyes. 

He looks almost pleadingly as he whispers a question. 

“Is this okay?” 

You nod your head, “Yes.” 

And with that one word, his lips push onto yours. He’s warm. So warm and soft. He cups your face in his large hands. He’s so gentle in his movements, acting as if you are made of glass, bound to break at any moment. He pulls away from the kiss, separating you two with a quiet smack of your lips. He looks to you to find any idea what you’re thinking. 

But even through childhood into now, he cannot deny you’ve always been hard for him to read. 

You bite your lip as you reach up to his cheek and gently stroke it with the backs of your fingers. Much like you, his eyes flutter closed. 

“That was nice,” you mutter.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “It was.” 

“Do you… maybe want to do it again?” 

He smiles. A full smile. 

“Of course.” 

* * * 

About an hour later, he’s helping you put on your coat. You tie up your shoes in the same place you untied them. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he says, hinting at a tone of nervousness. “I mean… it’s late.”

“I’m okay. Thank you though, Levi.” 

“And you don’t want me to walk you home?” 

“No, thank you. I like my solitary walks.” 

“So stubborn,” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck. “Elated to see that hasn’t changed, either.” 

You roll your eyes at him as you open up the front door. The warm night summer air fills your lungs. People are still out and about canvassing the streets. Once you step onto his porch, you turn on your heel and look into his eyes. 

In a compulsory move, you step towards him and kiss him again. He immediately reciprocates as his palms instinctively go to the curve of your waist. He pushes you into him further. His tongue gently pries at your lips and asks for access. You open your jaw to allow it. It’s not long before both of you are panting with need. 

You pull away, though, and bury your face in the soft fabric of his shirt. You inhale his clean scent, a smell of detergent and cologne filling your senses. His strong arms wrap around your frame. You stay there for a few moments and relish in the simplicity of the moment. 

“Will you go to breakfast tomorrow? With me?” he questions.

“Sure. Where at?” 

“The coffee shop.” 

“Levi, I told you… my coworkers.”

“That’s fine. Let’s give them something to talk about.” 

You fight back the stupidest grin. You can’t deny the idea of it. It’s exciting. You take a step back from him and shake your head. 

“Ever the assertive one… that sure hasn’t changed about you.” 

“8 AM. I’ll meet you there.” 

“Make it 9 and we got a deal.” 

“Fine. 9 AM.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay.” 

Levi, in a rush, closes the space between you to kiss you again right there on the sidewalk. He doesn’t want to let you go. He wants you to stay with him. Though he knows the thought is greedy, he can’t help it. He wants to make up for all the lost time. 

He watches as your figure disappears down the street. He shakes his head. Who would’ve thought you two would be here after all these years. After all the strife. The struggle. He certainly didn’t. And neither did you. 

But never mind that. You both have a breakfast date tomorrow.

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[jaywonjuice]

📄🖇️ — without you ~ p.sh

pairing ex!sunghoon x gn reader (feat. bf!jay x gn reader)

genre non idol au, angst, crack (model!hoon ?!), oneshot

request summary: ✉️ sunghoon never moved on, but you did. you bump into your ex at a cafe, only for him to realise you’re here with… your new boyfriend.

warnings none ??

wc 945

a/n wow,, tysm for 100 followers !! :’) endlessly grateful for u all enjoying what i write <333

🎧 Without You — Oh Wonder

the smell of sweet syrups and ground coffee beans hung finely in the air. you inhaled deeply - you loved this cafe so much. the dark rosewood floors, the warm, open-bulb lighting; there was such a perfectly cosy atmosphere in this place that no other coffee shop in town could replicate, no matter how hard they seemed to try. you’d take it over a starbucks any day.

you’d managed to snag your favourite spot, an old, but extremely comfy, large grey sofa in the corner of the cafe. as you surveyed the rest of the shop, you noted how it was impressively busy for an ordinary tuesday morning in this small town, and you were glad to see business was doing so well. you felt a twinge of guilt.

no thanks to you. you hadn’t dropped by in quite some time now. not since the breakup. you and sunghoon used to come here for coffee at least once a week back when you were dating… anyway, it felt good to be back, at least.

‘y/n?’ a voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

you turned, eyes widening as you were greeted by sunghoon, standing at the end of the sofa. he looked good - great, even. in just a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans, he still managed, somehow, to look effortlessly put-together, as if he’d just strolled straight off a runway and through the doors of a coffee shop.

‘y/n,’ he repeated your name awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. ‘hey, it’s been a while... how are you?’

you did your best to push past your shock at seeing him again so unexpectedly, and forced a smile.

‘hoon! i’m doing good! how have you been?’ you gestured for him to sit, and he took the seat opposite you.

‘i’m not bad yeah, been working a lot.’ he set his iced latte down on the table in front of him. ‘no drink?’ he added with a slight eyebrow raise, nodding to the empty coaster in front of you.

‘i’m just waiting on it,’ you replied, tilting your head towards the collection point by the coffee machine at the end of the bar. your smile came a little more naturally now - sunghoon had always been so observant when the two of you were together.

‘you look great,’ he said, honestly. feeling his gaze on you, your cheeks flushed slightly. ‘uh, thanks. you too,’ you admitted after a moment. because he really did. you had to make an effort not to stare; the way his dark hair was styled parted, framing his face quite perfectly.

‘so you’re still working down the office then?’ you cleared your throat, changing the subject. you felt a stab of sympathy, knowing how much of a bore he’d always found his desk job.

‘actually, no,’ he smiled, stirring the ice around in his glass with his straw, causing it to clink softly. ‘i’m actually… modelling now,’ he glanced up and shot you a sheepish grin.

‘be serious,’ you replied, gawking in disbelief. ‘what?! how?’

‘i got cast just, y’know, on the street. some guy invited me to the agency, said i had the face for it,’ you thought he almost looked a little shy as he was telling you this. ‘i thought it was a bust at first, i almost didn’t go along, but… that was a few months ago now. i’ve had some bookings since then.’

you caught yourself with your mouth still hanging open in shock, and shut it quickly. you tried to gain a little composure. ‘who could’ve guessed: hoon the model,’ you teased, and he flashed a grin back at you before poking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.

‘oh, that’s it right there, that’s the face he must’ve been talking about!’ you laughed as sunghoon leaned into your teasing, continuing to make silly faces at you from across the coffee table.

when you’d finally managed to stop laughing, sunghoon smiled to himself, secretly pleased at how relaxed you still seemed around him even after all this time. he took a sip of his drink as he watched you glancing around the space that the two of you had spent so much time in together. he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t miss it. didn’t miss you.

‘and you?’ he prompted. ‘anything new and exciting going on in your life? any contenders to top my news?’

you looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed. ‘uhm, not really. nothing much has really changed for me, except-’

‘here you go baby,’

a tall, angular young man with slicked back hair leaned down between the two of you, placing two mugs down on the table before sitting beside you on the sofa.

he slung an arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek.

‘who’s your friend?’ he asked, with what sunghoon thought was an irritatingly charming smile.

‘um, jay, this is hoo- um, sunghoon, he’s an old friend, sunghoon, this is jay, my… boyfriend,’ you bit your lip hard, watching sunghoon’s expression carefully as you relayed this information to him.

for just a split second, you thought you saw hurt flash across his eyes. but then it was gone. he shook jay’s hand when it was offered, before promptly excusing himself. as he got up to leave, you caught his eye, and for just a moment he gave you a small, sad smile. and then he was gone, leaving you staring holes into his back as he exited the coffee shop.

‘swear i’ve seen him somewhere before,’ jay muttered, stirring a spoon around idly in his mug.

‘mm, he’s just got one of those faces,’ you murmured quietly.

a/n okay okay so hear me out: i have half a mind to make this into like a longer series, maybe a two/threeshot with slightly more action…? so if you’d be interested in that then let me know,,! ;)

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[lomlhwa]

thigh highs (h.k)

pairing: bf!heuning kai x gf!reader

preview: kai knows you like to look cute. he even funds your shopping sprees for more cute clothes. but he can't control himself when you wear your thigh highs. you just look so fuckable.

tags/warnings: fem reader, thigh highs fetish obvi, degradation, pet names (slut, whore, cockslut, good girl, baby), breath play, lots and lots of spit, fingering, squirting, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, cum eating

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.6k

song recs for this fic: at night by simon dominic, whiplash by nct 127, lay back by verivery, focus on me by jus2

a/n: i have only ever owned one pair of thigh highs since i was born. they're low-key uncomfortable. anything for kai tho <3

you’re doing it again.

you’re modeling your cute little outfits for him. 

he did ask for this though. he knew this was a component when you asked him to take you shopping again. you and your short little skirts, your little crop tops and your god forsaken thigh highs. 

the thigh highs. his biggest weakness.

the way they cling to your legs, the way they barely pass your knees, the way they make your legs look so soft and touchable. 

everytime you wear them, it makes him want to bend you over every surface he can find. table, counter, chair, couch, even just press you up against a wall and have his way with you.

now, you haven’t worn any thigh highs in your little fashion show yet. so far, you’ve worn a collection of soft sweaters and slutty skirts. he’s really hoping you have thigh highs in store for him though. 

while his thoughts wander, you come skipping out of your room in another outfit. lilac colored skirt that barely covers your ass, fluffy white sweater that’s long on your arms and white fishnet stockings with cute little pink bows on the knees.

stockings. we’re inching closer to thigh highs. 

“what do you think, heuningie?” you ask, doing a little twirl. your skirt lifts up just enough to flash your pretty white panties at your boyfriend. they look so innocent, a soft white lace lining the hem. 

“you’re so cute. i love your skirt” he says, admiring you. he loves how cutely you dress. how innocently you ask him his opinion of your outfits when you know you’re dressing so scantily on purpose. he knows your tactics. he loves you for how much effort you put into teasing him on a daily basis. 

“thank you, my love” you walk over and give him a quick peck on the cheek. “i have one more outfit. i think you’ll really like this one” you bite your lip and pad your way back down the hallway.

something he’ll really like? he really doesn’t think he bought you any thigh highs today. but, maybe he did? he really didn’t pay attention while he swiped his card and put in his code. he barely even took a second glance at the grand total of 258$. 

when he hears the door open, his heart almost stops. what if you do come waddling down the hallway, acting all innocent wearing his biggest weakness? he might have to fuck you braindead immediately.

unfortunately for his tight pants, that’s exactly what you do. you come sauntering into the living room wearing a fluffy pink sweater, a short white tennis skirt and white lacy thigh highs. as you walk further into the room, he comes to find that your stockings are attached to a garter belt. 

he can feel the tent in his pants grow as you repeat your previous actions. your little twirl, this time revealing cute little baby pink panties. all of you seems so innocent but the thoughts in his mind are quite the opposite. 

“i told you you’d like this outfit, heuningie” you say, wiggling your ass around to make your skirt swish around. he can’t see behind you, but he knows that your ass is fully peeking out of your skirt at your slightly bent over angle. 

“i do like this outfit, baby” he licks over his bottom lip. he shifts uncomfortably in his spot on the couch. he wants to just pull you onto his lap and have his way with you. “i love it.”

your eyes are basically begging him to throw you around and have his way with you.

“you’ve got quite a problem growing, don’t you” you tease. he gets up off the couch and walks towards you. he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. his hand travels to your ass, gripping it hard enough to leave a light handprint. it feels so possessive. 

“you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you baby” he smiles at you. there’s something lustful behind his eyes. that’s exactly what you’ve been working on drawing out of him. 

he flips you around, bending you at the knees and shoving your face onto the table in the middle of the room. “you just want to be treated like a slut, don’t you?” your thighs tremble at his suddenly vulgar words. he doesn’t apply too much pressure to your head, just enough to keep you pinned down.

“of course, heuning” you wiggle around again, this time your ass brushing directly on his bulge. he groans in your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. 

he picks you up with one arm, wrapped around your waist and carries you to your shared bedroom. if this was a tactic to show off his strength, it’s definitely got you soaked. 

he throws your new clothes on the floor, all of it ending up strewn all over the room. he admires the way your skirt flips up when he throws you onto the bed. 

“my perfect little slut, always dressing up so pretty for me” he climbs onto the bed and grabs your face. “open up” he squeezes your face to get you to open your mouth. he spits directly down your throat, kissing you immediately after. 

you pass saliva back and forth between your mouths. honestly, one of your personal favorite activities. as gross as it sounds, it really feels quite intimate. sharing the hot, gooey essences from each other’s mouths, the wetness spilling out and covering each other’s mouths. it feels like such a connecting experience. the slobber collects all over your faces, your skin becoming slippery. 

“messy whore” he bites your lip. you let out a sharp, shaky breath. your back arches and stutters back down. he slides his hands under your soft sweater and takes it completely off you. he loves the sweater. a lot. that’s why he was so careful with it. 

he slides your little skirt off too, revealing your garter belt attached to your thigh highs. god he loves when you tease him like this. as much as he’d like to fuck you in the skirt, he knows you wouldn’t be too happy with him if he stained it the same day you got it.

he shoves your panties to the side and plunges two fingers inside you with no warning. your breathing catches in your throat, and he wraps his hand around your neck. his fingers dig into your neck enough to cut off your airflow, borderline completely. you wrap your hands around his wrist, gasping for air, but the sensation heightens your pleasure. 

“ffffuck” you manage to gasp out. he releases your throat long enough for you to take a few gasping breaths before cutting off your airflow again. he adds another finger, thrusting them in and out at an unfathomable pace for your oxygen-lacking brain. 

your legs shake as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm by the second. he watches as his fingers disappear in and out of you, the way you just suck him in so perfectly. 

“c-cumming fuck kai” your voice is just barely above a whisper. you explode all over his hand, the bed and his shirt. he releases your throat, you gasp loudly, your body full of post-orgasm tremors. 

he strips himself of his pants and underwear, intending to wash them sooner or later. he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it onto the floor along with your clothes. he doesn’t even bother to remove any of your lower undergarments. he just moves your panties to the side and shoves himself in. 

“my pretty little slut” you whine into his ear. “you love being full of cock, don’t you? you’re just my little cockslut” he bites down on your neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. “you dress all slutty for me just so i’ll stuff my cock in you, don’t you?” 

“yes, fuck, oh my god kai” you scramble to dig your nails into his back, holding him as close to you as possible. “all i ever want is your cock” you whine and plead as your orgasm builds up in your stomach. 

the sounds of skin slapping and heavy breathing fill the room. your quiet whines fill his ears the most. little squeals of pleasurable sounds, repeated moans of his name. you make him weak.

“aww my cock-drunk baby. you’re clenching so hard. do you wanna cum?” he taunts you. he taunts you and it makes you want to cum even more. you nod vigorously. “yes, wanna cum kai” your eyes fill with hot tears. “then beg for it” he sneers at you, his hips picking up the pace. 

“please please please let me cum, heuningie. please, i need it. need it so bad” your voice gets progressively louder as it becomes more and more difficult to hold back your orgasm. tears spill out of your eyes, forming puddles next to your head. “cum for me, my beautiful baby” his sudden sweetness sends you spiraling, orgasming so hard that your brain goes foggy and your vision blurs. 

“where do you want it?” he groans. you struggle to get words out. “in-in-inside” your stuttering sets him off. he releases his fat load inside of you, sweat dripping off his forehead. 

he pulls out and gathers some of his cum and your own on his fingers. “open” you open your mouth, inviting his dirtied fingers into your tongue. you savor the saltiness and the bitterness. you swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers, licking them clean. 

“please, never stop wearing thigh highs.”

© lomlhwa 2023

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[messers-moony]

That Feeling | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Five has never felt safe with anyone in his life, until her.

Prompt: Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

Five Hargreeves was an ass. There is no way to sugarcoat and no need to. Five Hargreeves was the embodiment of a bitter old man. Supposedly that’s exactly what he was despite his appearance. So when Y/n showed up - a close friend of Klaus - he was not particularly happy with the new arrangements. 

The girl - mentally and physically sixteen - easily won over Allison, Vanya, and obviously Klaus, surprisingly even Diego. Luther still seemed hesitant, but Five was distant. He was staying as far away from the girl as he could. Five was cold and bitter - kept to himself. 

During the day, Y/n worked as a barista at a coffee shop, and during the evenings, she’d come to the Umbrella Academy estate with baked goods from her shop. Five wouldn’t admit it, but his heart always got warmed at the sight of a coffee and donut just for him. Both items sat on the kitchen table with a note - always different. 

“Five’s stuff.”

It made him smile that despite never talking to her that she always made an effort to make him happy. That’s just how Y/n was, though—constantly making sacrifices and decisions to make other people happy despite her own feelings. 

Y/n would sit through movies she’d seen just to see Vanya light up. She’d come to events with Allison - despite her intense dislike for populated places - just to see her complete her goals. She’d make an effort to attend Diego’s boxing matches to cheer him on, even if she didn’t want to spend her Saturday in a sweaty gym. Y/n would let Klaus rant for days about his past lover even if it made her uncomfortable because the one she loved didn’t love her back. Hell, she sat with Luther in the living room, letting him lecture her about the moon. 

Five realized then how much she was willing to put before herself—the complete opposite of him. For the most part, Five always put himself first but seeing her put everyone before her. Maybe it made him reconsider his decisions. Little steps, he’d find her backpack and leave index cards with messages in his signature handwriting.

“You made my day today.”

“Thank you for the donut.”

“I hope you had a good day.”

He’d leave different messages on the five by 3-inch index card. Y/n wouldn’t admit it, but it made her cheeks blossom with magenta and her stomach fill with butterflies. It would warm her even on the coldest snowy days and race her heart to the max. Five’s notes meant the world to her even if he didn’t know it - and he didn’t. Five Hargreeves had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea he was playing with her feelings. 

On occasion, he’d visit her at her work. Five would sit at a booth with his notebook and pen - a pen she got for him during a Christmas - just sitting there working on equations. Most people would believe that Five hated snowy days, but that couldn’t be any more false, and it was because of her. He adored the way snowflakes littered her hair. The way she took off her hat and tried to flatten her hair. The flush of her cheeks. The way she applied chapstick to her lips every hour. He’d do anything to know what it tasted like on her lips. 

Would it be Cherry? Maybe strawberry. No, she despised strawberry. It had to be mint. Y/n loved peppermint. He noticed the way her drinks changed. During the fall, a pumpkin spice. During the winter, peppermint mocha. During the spring, iced latte. During the summer, iced cold brew. Five noticed, he noticed everything about her. 

On the fifth week, Y/n decided to sit with him during her break, “Afternoon, Hargreeves.”

Y/n slid him a coffee and donut, “Afternoon, L/n.”

“So, come to stalk me at work? Couldn’t take being away from me?” Y/n teased, and Five’s cheeks lit aflame, “I like the shop. I didn’t know you worked here at first.” He lied. 

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “You never read the coffee shop name on your cup when I brought you home coffee?”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

Silence. Beautiful, peaceful silence aside from the chatter in the store. But silence between the two. Five found great pleasure in silence, particularly her silence. Y/n’s presence alone could make him feel jittery yet focused at the same time. She made his heart race and cheeks turn pink. How could she do that? No one had managed that before. It made him wonder how he kept his distance for so long. She’d been coming around the mansion since she was fourteen, and now they were both sixteen. 

“Whatcha working on?”

Five snapped out of his reverie, “Equations.”

“For?” Y/n gestured.

“Time travel.”

Y/n tilted her head, intrigued, “Time travel, huh? You planning on leaving us?” 

“No, never. I’ve already done it once. I’ll never do it again.” Five confessed, letting his walls slip momentarily, hoping she didn’t notice, but she did. 

“What happened the first time around?”

Five gave her a look, eyes glossed, hands unable to keep still, “Apocalypse.” The word was barely whispered, but she knew. 

“No need to continue; it hurts you. I can tell. But when you’re ready, we can talk, okay?” Y/n replied, placing her hands over his fidgeting ones. 

She began to rise from the table, but Five needed this - he needed her, “Wait, please. I want to talk about it.”

Y/n slipped back into the booth without a sound, “It was awful. There was nothing around, and everything was on fire.” It was impossible to keep his hands still now, “I saw my siblings dead. I had gone seventeen years in the future into the world completely obliterated.”

“I- I stayed there. For forty-some years until a woman showed up telling me, she had a job for me. I didn’t- I didn’t know the job was going to make me a killing machine. So for barely five years, I killed people. When I got my equations right.” He motioned to the notebook in front of him, “Or I thought I had them right I time travel back home to save the world. I saved the world twice before coming home to peace.”

Through explaining, not a tear had dropped, maybe talking did make things better, “A year later, Klaus invited you over. Then you came around a lot more. I didn’t know how to feel. But even after me being a dick to you, you still left me coffee and donuts.” 

“You were so kind, and I didn’t know how to embrace it. I didn’t want to ruin you.” 

Y/n chuckled, “You’d never ruin me. Now-“ Y/n stood from the table, “My break is over, but we can talk at the Academy, okay?” 

Five nodded and hummed. Y/n leaned over and kissed his forehead, “Good.”

He felt giddy, and he didn’t know why. But the moment her lips were placed on his forehead, he was overwhelmed with a certain happiness. It flooded his body like a dam breaking - crashed in without warning. Five’s cheeks turned just the slightest bit red, and his hands moved constantly. His leg going up and down at a rapid pace. For the first time, Five felt shy. 

Regardless, moments later, Five packed up all his stuff and left for the Academy. His room felt dull compared to every other place in the house. Of course, it bared toys from when he was a boy that he never parted with and equations on the walls, but it felt so depressing - so bleak. 

It was hours later when Y/n announced her entrance. But it made Five almost jump with joy as usual Y/n placed down her belongings on the kitchen table along with pastries and coffees. Klaus and Allison shortly made their way into the room. Allison reached for the beverage with her name on it while Klaus kissed Y/n’s cheek. 

“You are a doll.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hush and eat your doughnuts.”

“Mm!” Allison exclaimed happily, “How do you always know what I’m craving?”

“I have many talents.”

“Like curing Number Five assholery?” Klaus teased. 

Five halted his movements and stayed hidden beside the kitchen, “Five’s sweet.” Y/n retorted, making Allison scoff. 

“Five is not sweet.” 

“I beg to differ.”

“Beg to differ all you want.” Klaus replied, “But he’s just as bitter as his coffee.”

The chatter seized after that. Assuming Klaus dug into the doughnuts and Allison sipping her drink. Y/n slipped away unnoticed by the duo but not by Five. He noticed everything. Eventually, she came up to his room, where he quickly spatial jumped inside. 

“Hey, Five.” Y/n greeted, “Hey.” 

“I know you may not want to, but would you like to continue our conversation from earlier?” 

“I’d love that.” Five smiled. 

Y/n took her seat on his desk chair while Five sat at the foot of his bed. He explained everything. From letter A all the way to letter Z. No cracks were left, and every hole was filled. Five didn’t get sidetracked while telling a story; he stayed focused and determined. Y/n was a fantastic listener. Five learned. She didn’t interrupt or make any judgments. She just listened. 

It felt like bricks had been lifted from his shoulders when he released an air of breath after reciting the story. Y/n’s coffee had gone frigid, and her back began to hurt from the position in the chair, but it was worth it because she was getting to know him. 

They ended up on his bed. His head was on her chest as she ran her fingers through his brunet hair. It felt like the purest silk and the softest fleece. It was cool to the touch, and her movements made Five extremely sleepy. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as he thought. Perhaps Five felt like a dog warming up to someone entering his territory. But right now, she felt like home. 

“I’ve never felt this safe before.” Five confessed quietly, so quiet Y/n almost didn’t hear him, “I feel- I feel at home.”

“Get some rest, pretty boy. We can talk about this later.” 

Five’s cheeks flushed and turned a brilliant red. The tips of his ears were the slightest pink and his neck clouded with cotton Candy pink. Suddenly his face was hot to the touch, and he couldn’t stop smiling. There was that feeling again - the feeling he couldn’t name but could only describe. He felt like a boy again, that naive little boy with nothing but ambition. Y/n would bring out the best of him, and perhaps for once, Five could feel solace. 

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[anxiousnerdwritings]

okay but imagine the Ministry of Magic discovering an obscurus and they really want to lock them up because obscurus are incredibly dangerous beings but thing is, is that the reader is super fucking chill aside from their inferiority complex and near crippling depression and learned how to control their power.

still, they try to hold a trial in the hopes of painting this college-aged kid into some sort of evil mastermind to at least lock them up until Dumbledore unsurprisingly steps in to defend the reader because having an obscurus within the Order of the Phoenix would basically mean it was game over of the Death Eaters that were trying to bring back the Dark Lord and all that by regretfully revealing the reader’s letter to Hogwarts was never delivered and that must’ve been the major factor into becoming an obscurus. but to punish them for something they haven’t done? the big man wouldn’t have it. instead Dumbledore asks to make things right by suggesting (s)he come to Hogwarts and take up a caretaker position or something and receive private lessons during the weekends and summers.

the teachers are hesitant to accept the reader until the yandere mentality sets in. i mean, how can you hate someone that has been caught nearly a dozen times playing go-fish with the house elves? swiftly does Mcgonagall begin to fuss over the reader as if (s)he was their own child. and eases the students anxiety. but the parents aren’t having it. one of them goes as far to start a petition to have the reader removed from the school but Dumbledore is quick to shut it down. still, somehow the reader is able to get ahold of a paper copy of the petition and is devastated when (s)he sees that Molly Weasley signed it because (s)he’s grown fond of the Weasley kids. whatever progress they’ve made in pulling the reader out of their shell is lost and (s)he makes an effort to avoid the kids who share a name with the parents on the list even though is devastates many of them.

the summer between Harry’s first and second year is when Molly approaches the reader in one of the shops, who’s renting a room in Diagon Alley for the break, because the twins just won’t shut up about the entire situation. and Molly instantly regrets ever signing that petition. this isn’t a monster. she realizes. this is a child. and her motherly instincts are put in overdrive after noticing the reader’s sleep deprived state of somewhat dirty jeans.

maybe Narcissa or Bellatrix au where she wasn’t imprisoned is in the same shop. kind of eavesdropping after Draco nervously whispered that, that was the obscurus. and they pass by as they leave the shop but make sure to stop long enough to make a snide comment about ‘making friends with the wrong sort’ or something like that.

the reader spends the next summer being caught in a tug-of-war between the two families.

I can’t tell you how much I absolutely love this idea!!!

But I think Dumbledore would most likely originally involve himself and become invested in Obscurus!Reader because he’d be reminded of his own sister. Given that she was an Obscurial and what all she had to suffer with, as well as her death which was caused by her brothers and Grindelwald. I could see Albus inserting himself and taking in the Reader to redeem himself in his mind with the guilt of his sister. I mean sure it’ll also come in handy having an Obscurial as part of the Order, after some training and care they’ll get to a point where they won’t nearly be as much of an uncontrollable force that needs to be under constant supervision.

I can’t help but imagine that the Reader grew up in some kind of toxic environment, physical or physiological. And that kinda fed into their Obscurus as well as not getting their Hogwarts letter. But the moment the Reader could they got themself out of whatever unhealthy situation and took time for themself to heal and work with what they had become in regards to the Obscurial. They’d do little bouts of magic here and there when they could and no one was around in case something went awry. But eventually they’re able to keep themself under wraps for the most part but that doesn’t mean they have complete control over themself or their Obscurus.

I also really like the idea that the Reader is completely in the dark about about being a witch or wizard. Like, they’re a muggle who has no idea about magic and the first time they did something magical they thought they were a freak or an abomination, telling not a soul about it and repressing themselves. Like, maybe they even grew up in a pretty average family, they were loved and cared for by the people around them but their own self hatred and loathing for being able to do things that others couldn’t and wasn’t the overall norm whatsoever is what the Obscurus forming within them feeds off of. The Reader really is their worst enemy in this situation. They still comes off pretty calm and collected but their inner turmoil is to another level. So after everything with the Ministry and Albus taking them in, the Reader will have to come to terms with who and what they are (both as witch/wizard and an Obscurus) and that being able to do magic is perfectly normal in the new environment they’re fining themself in.

Regarding the teachers, they all are extremely apprehensive about bringing an Obscurial to the school and especially having them be around the students as a whole. Minerva makes it very clear that she isn’t so sure about this situation but she’ll go with it given how invested Albus is and the conviction in his voice when he speaks about the Reader and helping them. The other teachers are still very much on edge, Snape quipping up every so often with his own input and doesn’t help. But it’s Hagrid who is the most optimistic and welcoming of the idea, which has all the other teachers questioning if he actually understands the severity of the situation and the consequences of things if anything bad happens. But nothing any of the other staff have to say changes Hagrid’s attitude about it. If Dumbledore is adamant about this Obscurus coming to Hogwarts and taking part in what goes on then Hagrid will be the first to welcome and accept them.

Before the Reader gets to Hogwarts, I could see Albus giving them their own little place on the grounds to live, similar to Hagrid. And both Albus and Hagrid (maybe some of the other teachers, ie. Minerva, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney etc) doing their best to make it look and feel like a home for the Reader so during their stay it won’t feel like just some shed they’re forced to live in. Albus will incorporate things he knows they like or are particularly fond of. If they like plants then he’ll have Sprout and Hagrid help make them their own little garden. If they love to read he’ll use magic to give them their own library. If they love to bake or cook then he’ll magically connect their home to the kitchens where they can use whatever they want or need, not to mention the house elves can help them too.

Once the Reader does get to Hogwarts they’ll be assigned to help out Hagrid for the most part. But Albus wants the teachers to come around to the Reader, to see what he sees in them, to get to know them better, so he’ll have the Reader help the respective teachers with some tasks here and there. Whether it’s cleaning out cauldrons for Severus, helping Sprout tend to her nursery, assessing the quidditch field and all the equipment to peak condition for game play with Hooch, or aiding Madame Pomphrey wherever she needed it. And it doesn’t take too long for most of the teachers to come around to the Reader and grow attached to them and their company.

Minerva was surely the first to come around and it only took a few days before she was already fretting over the Reader like a worried mother hen. She would even go as far as to request that the Reader help out the most in her class, even if all they ended up doing was just sitting and being there that would be more than enough for her. She just wants them close given how much she worries about them and what they’re up to or how the students may be treating them when they’re not in her sight.

Also, I could see the Weasley twins being the very first people to interact with the Reader, much to Percy’s anxiety. And boy, are the twins absolutely taken with the Reader. Fred and George completely disregard the whole Obscurus thing, as far as they’re concerned the Reader is just the Reader. Nothing more, nothing less. And if anyone talks bad about the Reader, or tries to do anything to them, then the twins will have a new target for their pranks. And said pranks may end up becoming less fun and more aggressive. But not only do the twins become attached to the Reader but so do Harry and Hermione. Ron is more cautious when it comes to getting close to the Reader when compared to Harry and Hermione. All Harry needs to know is that Dumbledore and Hagrid talk so highly and affectionately about the Reader for him to be more than willing to protect them with his life. Not to mention if the Reader were to take up an older sibling role for him then Harry would be hooked. It’s safe to say that that’s exactly what the Reader will eventually become to a lot of the other students at Hogwarts.

Regarding the petition, oh Merlin I have so many different ideas about this. I could see Lucius being the one to start up the petition himself or get it started by someone else, either way he has a part in it and his name is the first one signed. The petition was probably started before the school year began, before anyone knew who the Reader was and it most likely stemmed from a rumor that was being spread amongst the Ministry. I could imagine the Ministry would want to keep the news of an Obscurial pretty tight lipped, especially given that they weren’t able to lock up them up, so hence the rumors spreading about. Out of fear and worry for her own children, Molly doesn’t think twice about signing the petition but Arthur isn’t too quick to do so. Hell, he might not have signed it at all thinking that if Albus was so willing to take in and have an Obscurial at the school whatsoever then it mustn’t nearly be as horrendous as people are making it out to be. But Molly doesn’t want to take any chances, not when her babies are involved which is more than understandable.

But I like to think that Molly meets the Reader before they themself ever knew of any petition, let alone saw it with their own eyes. Like, I imagine the twins excited writing to Molly and Arthur that there was an Obscurus at school, how cool and incredible they were, and that the twins made friends with them. Overall just Fred and George happily gushing about their new friend to their parents and even sending pictures of them with the Reader along with the letters. Once Molly receives their letters, reads about how much her children have grown so very fond of this person and then seeing that the person she had feared and worried so much about, that she signed a petition to get rid of them, was just a few years older then her own children making them just a child themself. She would be so overcome with guilt and regret. Even though she knew she was doing the right thing deep in her heart, Molly couldn’t help but feel utterly terrible. So overwhelmed and riddled with guilt for what she’d taken part in against someone who was just a child themself and was merely dealt the cards they were dealt, she couldn’t contain herself anymore and would just sob. She’d never forgive herself for her actions, even if they were out of the goodness of her heart and for her children.

It doesn’t help that when the kids come home for summer break they all talk so fondly of the Reader. Even Percy has taken a liking to them. And when Harry comes around he can’t help but talk about them too, even Hermione mentions them in her letters. It all just further shows how wrong Molly had been and makes her feel all the worse. She would bring up inviting the Reader to spend the next years holiday break with them as a family and the overjoyed reactions her children and Harry give her is just too much. It’s so apparent how much the Reader has come to mean so much to all the kids and Molly can’t help but think she could have ruined it all with signing that godforsaken petition.

I imagine that when the Reader does come across the petition it’s some time after they spend Christmas with the Weasley’s. So, they’ve already met Molly and had been warmly welcomed to the family with open arms. So, seeing Molly Weasley’s name on a petition to get rid of the Reader was heart wrenching to say the least. But it wasn’t just Molly’s name they saw, there were also some of the Hogwarts teacher’s names too, along with the familiar surnames of other students they’ve grown close to. The whole thing is just utterly heart wrenching to the Reader.

Sure, the petition was from the early beginnings of their first year being a part of Hogwarts before they even got there and Albus shut it down real quick. But that doesn’t take anything away from this new revelation. Even if a number of the people who signed the petition had changed their minds after meeting/interacting with the Reader themselves or from hearing how their children talked about the Reader so fondly and adoringly, that didn’t take the hurt away from any of it.

I could even see Draco having been the one to give a copy of the petition to the Reader, especially if his father was the one who started it. Whether it was out of malice and he just wanted to hurt the Reader, or it was because he had seen the Weasley family out and about with the Reader during the holidays and Molly Weasley being especially attentive towards them knowing damn well she signed a petition to get rid of them. Maybe Draco’s own attachment to the Reader was kicking in and he was absolutely appalled at witnessing Molly Weasley pretend to be so motherly with the Reader when she herself had taken action against them. He needed the Reader to know that Molly wasn’t what she seemed to be.

Either way, this new development with the petition would really cause the Reader to close themself off and shut down. They’d start by asking for a few days off before talking to Albus about the whole thing and how they didn’t feel like they should be at Hogwarts at all anymore. No matter how much Albus would try to talk them out of it, he would allow them to take some time off and go back to the Leaky Cauldron where they were staying before, or he’d even go as far as to have another home made for them so they could have their own place that wasn’t on the school grounds where they could think things through and just be.

At first, the kids and other teachers just think that the Reader is taking few days off like they said but then a few days turn into a few weeks and then a month, now everyone is more than concerned. The teachers would be much more in the loop then the students would be but that doesn’t mean that it makes the teachers feel any better with what they’ve been made aware of. Meanwhile, the twins, Harry, Hermione and Ron are on the case. They immediately go to the Reader’s little place on school grounds to see if they’re there and to talk to them but the place is empty. Their stuff is still there but they’re nowhere to be found. They all immediately run to Hagrid after that to ask him about what he knows and he’s a crying, snotty mess that just breaks down and tells them all about the petition and that the Reader left, feeling that Hogwarts wasn’t really their home after all.

I like to imagine that the Hogwarts castle just isn’t the same after the Reader leaves. Even the students who didn’t interact with them would feel the empty and melancholic atmosphere that seemed to fill the castle more than ever before. All the kids who were close to the Reader and some of the staff members would reach out to the Reader through letters but getting nothing in response. Everyone just hopes and waits for the Reader to walk through the doors of the Great Hall again or seeing them passing in the corridors like they were so used to. But that never happens and the year eventually comes to an end. Maybe there will be a new petition in the making though but this times it’s to bring the Reader back to Hogwarts and it gets even more signatures then the last one.

(Also, I really want to write a letter from yan!Molly Weasley to Obscurus!Reader after they left due to the petition and Molly just apologizing to them and trying to get them to go back to the school or at least getting the to answer the letters they’ve gotten from the people desperately worried about them.)

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[neophele]

[21:13]  You’re Working Too Hard – college!au, boyfriend!Jeno, comfort, fluff

A warm body pressed against your back, angular face nuzzling into your shoulder. 

“My baby,” his deep voice breathed into your skin. His large hands lingered on your shoulders, stroking down your arms until they reached your chest, lightly tracing the curves of your body until settling on the crook of your waist. He took a breath, wanting to get a hit of the scent that was so uniquely yours. 

You huffed, a sharp breath snatched from your lips as he squeezed you tighter. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, raising a hand to the back of Jeno’s hair, stroking down from the top of his head to the base of his neck. 

“A hunch,” he replied, letting you go and taking the seat next to you. “I know you like to work in coffee shops more than in your room.” 

You smiled with tight lips, not wanting to let him know how pleased you were to see him. As much as you tried to keep on top of things with your current and those ever-looming deadlines, you were struggling to keep your head above water. Maintaining the expectations that had been placed upon you, the weight of years and years of achievement stacking up. You couldn’t fail now. 

“Sorry, Jeno, I just have so much to do,” you apologised, unable to look away from your screen as you desperately tried to keep up with the words you swore were spinning around your head. 

“I know, honey,” the affectionate name that rolled off his lips so easily made you bite down on your lip, finally breaking your sore eyes away from the screen to look at your boyfriend. Now that he could see your face properly, his heart dropped. Eyes red from staring at a computer screen, puffed dark circles hollowing your face, brows stuck in a permanent furrow, lips raw from where you’d been biting the skin anxiously. He could see the stress and anxiety etched into the face he only ever wanted to see smiling. 

“You’re working too hard,” he said, pulling a hand up to the side of your face, brushing over your scowl with his thumb as if he could wipe it away.

“I’m barely on top of things, I think I’m not–” He stopped you with a kiss, a gentle peck that made you soften your shoulders. He pulled back, looking into your eyes so deeply that you felt you could feel him swimming in your mind. His hand stayed on the neck of your neck, keeping you close to his face.

“Don’t you dare say you think you’re not doing enough.” He warned you. “You’ve been getting up at six AM every morning these past few weeks – I know because I heard you always apologise to me for leaving me alone in bed. You pay attention in every single class, and you take notes more meticulously than anyone I’ve ever met – I know because mine are shit, and the guys all beg me to take photos of yours. You study for hours until it’s dark outside – I know because you always come home late, and then stay awake even longer. You don’t go to bed until two AM– I know because I always stay up so I can hold you when you finally get some rest, so I can see you sleeping peacefully.”

Your lips quivered at his words of frustration, the acknowledgement of the effort you’d been putting in, ruining your body and forsaking a large part of social life just to live up to the standards that, along the way, had grown into a demon larger than life. But he wasn’t angry at you. He was angry at the demons clawing at your back. 

A tear fell from the corner of your eye, one that Jeno quickly wiped away with his thumb before kissing the space under your eye from where it had fallen. He gave you his signature smile, crescent moons lighting up your sky. He pulled away, taking both your hands in one of his and closing your laptop. His care for you was certain. Never wanting to get in the way of your potential and ruin the achievements you’d worked too damn hard to let a boy get in the way of. It was something you’d established at the outset of your relationship, and he respected it greatly. But this was beyond the limits any human could take; it was slowly eating you alive. 

“Let me take you home. We’re gonna order food, watch a shitty film, and you’re gonna fall asleep on the couch so I can carry you to bed, where you will sleep for more than twelve hours. You deserve – no, you need it.” 

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☆ Welcome home Neighbor~! ☆

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Human Reader x Welcome Home!

Tonight is the night to confront Home. Or are you too late?..

Chapter 10/?

Word Count: 3,200 out of 31,967

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Your blood felt like ice as you stared at Wally, you knew it was Home in front of you, but you couldn't help but still see Wally, someone you thought was your friend. 

“Don't go quiet on me now Neighbor... I thought you wanted to have a conversation?..” 

You knew you had to say something, so despite your throat feeling tight, and your eyes feeling dry. You spoke through the anxiety. 

“...Wiping memories isn't right Home. It doesn't matter what it's for, people deserve to live normally..” 

Wally sat back in his chair. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife before he sighed and continued. 

“You were unhappy before you came here.. Who do you think fixed that?” 

You stared deep into Wallys' eyes, searching for any hint of him still remaining. But all you saw was Home. 

“...What do you mean?..” 

“Don't be daft. You can't even remember your So called friend's names, yet you never paid it any Mind, Did you?” 

You felt like you were going to throw up, but you found quickly you couldn't move from the chair Home had set you in. Every time you slightly shifted your arms they reconnected with the chair, as if there were strings attached to your nerves holding you there. 

Wally slowly rose from his seat across from you, walking over to where you were sitting slowly. 

“In fact… You never even noticed you don't remember your Parent's faces… Am I correct?” 

“What… Of course, I remember..!” 

You felt angry. Despite your best efforts, however, you couldn't produce more than a scowl at Wally, the chair holding you in your sitting position as Wally neared. 

“Then what do they look like? Go on,” 

You found yourself frozen. You couldn't speak, your throat felt like it had a snake around it, squeezing every time you tried to think of your parents. 

Wally seemed to find this amusing as he finally stood beside you, you craned your neck to look at him fearfully. 

“That's what I thought. Now Neighbor, if you wouldn't mind..” 

Wally leaned down to make eye contact with you, his hand connecting with your jaw as you were overwhelmed with the same feeling of burning skin that once took hold of your ankles. 

“I would like for you to join our lovely Neighborhood.” 

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Howdy continued to sweep outside of the Bugdega, looking out at the passing sunset as he leaned on his broom. 

He felt like he was forgetting something… No, it felt more like he was forgetting about Someone. 

As he moved inside his shop, he tried to think about everyone who had passed in and out of his shop throughout the day… 

Poppy had passed through to gather more flour and blueberries, he can't seem to remember why, but he knew she was making something for someone. He even had a conversation about how this someone enjoyed her baking… 

…Maybe she had baked for Wally?.. That had to have been it, maybe even for Sally... He knew how Sally had a major sweet tooth. 

Still though, even that didn't seem to make much sense. If Sally normally had a request for Poppy she would come in herself and purchase the proper ingredients, which she had not done today. 

…So who was he forgetting?  

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the chimes on his door ring faintly, he zoned back into reality and turned around to see Eddie with a rather large package outside of the Bugdega. 

“...Sorry I took so long Howdy!..” 

Eddie curled in on himself as he panted a little, his hands holding onto his knees as he caught his breath. Howdy couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the frazzled mailman before he continued. 

“Phew’ As I was sayin’ I had to wait for the storm to pass through before I could deliver this to ya’!” 

“Its no worries Eddie, thank ya’ kindly for coming out an’ delivering to me on such short notice!..” 

Howdy was kinda shocked at how fast Eddie had brought his produce for the week, he just placed that order today. Eddie looked confused before he pushed himself up from his knees and stood up straight, 

“Whaddya mean Howdy? Ya placed this order a few days ago?..” 

Howdy was confused, moving one of his hands to scratch his head as he thought... He didn't remember ordering anything, all he remembers ordering recently was a product stock for the upcoming week.. 

He guess it didn't matter anyways, giving a shrug before shooting Eddie a friendly smile. 

“Suppose it slipped my mind!.. No matter, thank ya’ either way Eddie!” 

Eddie returned Howdys smile as he began to leave the Bugdega, leaving Howdy to figure out how to move the package inside his shop. 

Before he could move it he had to figure out what it was, he didn't remember ordering anything, much less anything this big… 

As he grabbed a boxcutter from behind the counter, his leg bumped into the small stool that sat nearby. Howdy absentmindedly wondered why that was there… It wasn't like he sat down much during the day… 

…And why did looking at the counter make him feel sad? Like it was missing something resting on it, 

As he shook his head he continued outside, he still had a package to open after all. He could move the stool later. As he walked outside to the large package, he first read the label.. 

It seemed that this was a bed frame and mattress, this only served to raise more questions in Howdys brain. Howdy had no need for a new mattress, much less one that was only a twin-sized one, with his many arms and legs he needed at least a queen-sized… 

So why was there a mattress and bed frame at the door of his shop?.. 

Howdy found himself forgetting.  ---------------

Frank sat in his study for a few hours after Y/N had left, finding himself staring off into space at the clock he had on his wall. 

He worried for them, he really did. He knew how terrifying it was to face Home and challenge them on their beliefs, he experienced it firsthand when he first moved in with Eddie. 

…Unfortunately, that's also how he knows the most. 

‘Curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction never brought it back’

Frank thought as he stared absentmindedly at a framed picture of him and Eddie before Eddies first Reset.

He still remembers when Eddie returned that day after delivering a package to Wally, he saw the fear and panic written in his eyes and face. 

Frank couldn't do anything as he watched Eddie collapse in front of him. He felt so helpless. 

Frank sighed and wiped at the tears that had begun to fall down his face as he zoned out, shakily rising from his chair he walked to the living room, Eddie would be home soon and it was his turn to make dinner. 

Frank reserved himself to the small task of making a quick dinner, they didn't have a need to eat but it was still nice for the both of them to have a common time to chat and discuss how their day went. 

Like clockwork Eddie entered at approximately 8 PM. Despite Frank's clock being broken he knew Eddie started his day as early as 6 and ended at 8. Sometimes returning early if it's a slow day. 

Eddie entered and collapsed onto Frank's couch, something he had grown used to over the years of sharing his space with the other man.

Frank didn't mind, he washed his hands before walking over to his husband with a fond smile as he leaned to take his hat from his head before placing a small kiss on his temple. 

“...Rough day?..” 

Frank spoke softly as he pulled a small blanket from the spot on top of the couch it once rested on, Eddie grumbled in response as he pushed his head further into the pillow he had collapsed onto. 

Frank couldn't help but laugh, 

“What was that love?..” 

Eddie slowly pulled his head up from the pillow, his hair already beginning to come out of its usual stiff shape he styled it in every morning. 

“..M’ day was alright’... Had a big package for Howdy, had to wait for th’rain to stop..” 

Frank still had a fond smile as he gently lifted Eddie's head and sat down, laying Eddies head in his lap as he settled his hand on top of his head and in his hair. Gently undoing all of Eddie's hard work of styling it.  

“..What did Howdy get?.. If you don't mind me asking of course,” 

Frank knew how seriously Eddie took privacy in his work, but he couldn't help but wonder what Howdy had ordered for the week. And with Y/N living with him, he was sure it had to be some sort of gift. 

Eddie took a moment to respond, blissed out by the feeling of Frank's fingers in his hair. 

“I think it was some sort of bed… Dont know why he would be wantin’ a twin sized though, a big guy like him won't fit into it..” 

Frank let a small laugh out of his nose as he looked down at Eddie fondly, 

“Perhaps it's for Y/N, That's rather thoughtful of him,” 

“...Whose Y/N..?” 

Franks’ fingers halted all movement through Eddie's hair as he froze, he felt the familiar static take hold of his head as he quickly stood. Disrupting Eddie's peace and tumbling him out of Franks lap.  

“Wh-..! Monarch’ where are you?!..” 

Frank didn't have time to tell Eddie what was happening as he quickly took off toward his Office. If Eddie had already forgotten Y/N he would soon be next, he didn't dare to think about Howdy and what he must be going through.

He had to get everyone's memory back on track before they all forgot Y/N or worse. 

His legs shook as he practically collapsed in front of the drawer connected to his desk as he quickly flung it open. Eddie standing in disheveled shock behind him. 

It didn't take long before Frank's fingers gently grazed over the familiar feeling of the notepad. 

Quickly pulling it out he skimmed over the pages, Y/Ns face becoming less and less familiar to him by the second. 

He read through everything Y/N had written. With Eddie looking over his shoulder reading along as he did so, Frank was so focused on reading to notice Eddie falling to his knees beside Frank. 

After a few moments, the static subsided and Frank composed himself enough to turn around and look at his husband, where he saw him collapsed and crying. 

“Home made me forget again, I knew this would happen..” 

Eddie spoke through choked sobs as Frank moved to console him. After Eddie lost his memory the first Reset, Frank was tasked with reminding him of everything, including their marriage. 

Ever since Eddie had taken every precaution to keep him from forgetting again, it was no shock to Frank this would be his reaction to learning it almost happened again. 

“...We need to go to Howdy. If we already Forgot imagine the rest of the Town..” 

Eddie nodded solemnly, knowing they would have to remind everyone of Y/N, Frank absentmindedly glanced at the notes left by Y/N and couldn't help but smile at the small, child-like doodle they drew for Howdy. 

With a final resolve, Frank pushed himself to stand, holding Eddie's hand and helping him up as he did so. 

“I'll go tell Howdy. Could you tell the others?.. I imagine Howdy is going to take it the hardest.” 

Eddie gave a nod and gave Frank a comforting kiss on the cheek, skimming over the notepad quickly before leaving and grabbing his hat on the way out. 

Truth be told Frank didn't know how Howdy was going to react. He knew he and Y/N had a deep connection. Home must have really intertwined and tangled himself to get the whole Town to forget. 

…Which also meant Home was more vulnerable, Frank knew he had to act quickly if he had any chance of loosening Homes grip on you. 

It didn't take long for Frank to reach Howdys. He just wished he didn't have to pass Home as he did so, especially knowing you were more than likely inside. 

…But there was always strength in numbers, so he would have to get more than just himself to protect you. 

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Wasting no time he practically ran to Howdys, on the way he saw Eddie consoling Barnaby as he reminded them of you, Frank knew the feeling all too well. They were all afraid of resets and forgetting others. 

Frank practically burst into Howdys shop. Taking no caution as he quickly ran to his office door and knocked, waiting for the bug to answer. 

After a few minutes, Howdy did answer the door, wearing his pajamas. If Frank looked behind him he could see the faint shadow of a massive box squeezed to fit inside Howdys already small office. 

“I'm sorry to intrude at such a late hour Howdy, But I need to Ask a very important question.” 

Howdy looked confused and concerned as he stepped forward, his antennae flicking up in interest at what Frank could be questioning him about so late into the night. 

“What's up Frank?.. I ‘avent seen you this riled up since… You know,” 

Howdy had an uncomfortable grimace on his face as he hinted at Eddie's last reset, this was good Frank thought. It meant Howdy still remembered resets and wasn't fully gone himself just yet.

 “That actually leads into what I was Going to Ask you Howdy. Do you remember Y/N..?” 

Frank took a deep breath as he grounded himself for Howdys response. No matter how many times he had to go through this, no matter how many people got reset. 

It didn't stop the aching feeling he had in his chest whenever he saw people remembering again.

It's as if their world stops for a minute as their mind catches up with processing all the lost memories. Before the ripping pain of Homes strings detaching kicks in. 

It's a fiery hot feeling that seems to wrack through their very essence of being. If the act of being Reset wasn't traumatizing enough, the feeling of remembering almost made it worse. 

However, as he looked at Howdy while holding his breath, none of that happened. Howdy seemed to have no reaction until he dropped to his knees and his breath became frantic. 

Frank almost instantly moved to console him as he saw the familiar shaking overtake Howdys body as his memories came flooding back. Howdy even began to sob a little, his sobs coming out choked as he held tightly onto Frank's shirt. 

After a few moments, Howdy regained his ability to speak, shakily asking Frank, 

“...What time is it?..” 

Frank didn't have a watch, so the best he could do was a rough estimate. 

“..About 8:30 PM.. Y/N went to Home about 6.” 

Howdy took a deep breath before looking into Franks eyes, a look of hope spreading across his face briefly before disappearing as quickly as it came. 

“So theres still time?.. Time to stop the reset?..” 

“Theres always time.” 

Frank stood and helped Howdy up as he did so, 

“I already sent Eddie to gather the others. They should be remembering Y/N now. Home is vulnerable, we need to take action while we can.” 

Howdy looked nervous as Frank moved to leave Howdys store, Howdy quickly grabbed a hair tie and his orange apron to tie above his pajamas. He tied up his hair as he followed Frank, 

“...We need to take action while we all remember.” 

“..Indeed we do.” 

Frank didn't notice Howdy grabbing a small lighter before they exited his shop into the cover of night.  -----------------

Eddie had gathered the other Neighbors into Franks' home, Frank and Howdy being the last to arrive. Frank could hear the worried mutters before Sally spoke above the rest. 

“It doesn't matter How we do it!.. We need to get Y/N out of there Right now!..” 

“Sweetheart’ you're not taking into account what could happen to us if we try to do that!.. For all we know Home could very well be waitin’ for us to rush into action..!” 

He could hear the mixed voices of Sally and Poppy arguing, something they often did when under high stress. Like a mother and child arguing. 

The room seemed to go quiet as Howdy walked in, however. The whole town knew how close the two were, and they almost seemed ready to follow whatever he said. 

“...We need to take action as quick as possible. I don't wanna do it neither’” 

Howdy turned to look at Poppy who was once arguing with Sally, 

“But we don't got much choice. If we wait any longer Y/N could very well not be themself anymore.” 

Howdy had slight eye bags under his eyes from just how much he was crying. The fabric that was his skin seemed to take the tears and let them sink into it. Adding onto his disheveled appearance. 

“Now, I can go in and confront Home myself. But I need ya’ll to promise me you'll grab Y/N.” 

Howdy looked at the others with a serious expression. Barnaby was quick to speak up at Howdys statement, stepping forward through the crowd. His eyebrows furrowed. 

“If ya think I'm gonna have any part in your suicide mission you got another thing comin’ Howdy.” 

Barnaby practically growled as he stepped closer to the bug man. A stern and serious expression on his face.

  “Ill help ya confront Home, the others can grab Y/N, but I ain't lettin’ ya put yourself in that high of danger for the fleeting chance it'll save them.” 

Howdy looked as if he was about to cry as Barnaby continued to speak. Clearly overtaken with emotions. 

“...I just want them to be safe Barn’s… I don't know what I would do if they..-”  

Barnaby pulled Howdy into a hug as Howdy was speaking, He knew what he was going to say, and didnt want to think of what would happen to you if they didnt make it on time. 

Barnaby pulled away from the hug and turned to their neighbors behind them. 

“So its settled. Me an Howdy will distract Home and get Y/N outta there..” 

Eddie and Julie looked nervous as Barnaby and Howdy finalized the plan, Julie spoke after a minute. 

“...What about Wally?..” 

Barnaby had a sorrowful expression on his face as he turned to his friend, moving to put a hand on her shoulder. 

“We’ll get him outta there too.. I promise.” 

Julie sniffled and wiped at her tears before giving Barnaby a determined smile, the overall morale in the group seeming to increase at the thought of recovering Wally and Y/N by the end of this. 

“Let's get ready gang, we got a long night ahead of us.” 

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Love & Lore's: Autumn Sweater Event

5 + 1 (The 5 times you borrow Miyuki Kazuya’s hoodie and the 1 time he borrows yours)

A/N: Hi y'all! Super excited to post this fic for @love-and-lore and their Autumn collab event. When the theme was announced as sweaters, this idea immediately came to mind. Hoodies count as sweaters right 😅 Please note this does include a female reader and pet names (babe, sweetheart).

Word Count: 2.4k

1. Running late to work

Monday. Most people’s least favorite day of the week. Weekends came and went faster than expected. And while Kazuya tried to get you to prep for the upcoming week during the weekend, you preferred spending your time with him and indulging in your hobbies.

It is also noted that he tried to get you to break the habit of leaving your jackets on the back of your dining room chairs. Both, however, were a moot point but soon would cause your downfall.

“Shoot I’m going to be late!” You curse under your breath as you scurry around the apartment in an effort to get your belongings together. Lunch, check. Purse, check. What am I missing? My business jacket! I have a presentation today, can’t forget that.

Checking your watch, your eyes widen in shock. Crap I have to hurry or I’ll miss my train!

Without a second thought, you grab the jacket from the back of a chair before rushing out the door, not even having enough time to wake your boyfriend up with a kiss like usual. Folding it over your purse, you rush out of the house, determined to make your train on time.

Luckily, you board the train and get to work right in the knick of time, much to your delight. However, once you settle yourself, your phone buzzes twice and you look to see a message from Kazuya including a picture.

“Good morning. If you wanted to give me something to wear, we could have talked about it. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs glasses, think you got a little mixed up.” You bypass his sleepy morning smile and your heart drops as you see him holding up your blazer. Your eyes flash down to your purse and sure enough you took his navy blue hoodie. A deep sigh escapes your body as you text back.

“I’m sorry Kazuya. Seems you’ve proven your point on being prepared for the week ahead -_-" ” With a bit of embarrassment, you ask one of your peers to borrow their blazer for your presentation.

2. Grocery shopping

Milk. Eggs. Bread. Tofu. Salmon. One by one, Kazuya and you start loading up the car with your groceries. You were more focused on how to pack up the trunk of your car until Kazuya stopped to look up at the sky, light and dark gray swirls reflecting on his glasses.

“Hmmm. We better move quickly. Looks like the rain is coming sooner than expected.”

“Say less!” The couple moves double time to pack up their items and start getting on their way home. While they’re able to get home in good time, the stormy weather was faster as the sky opened up as they parked.

“Scared of a little rain are you?” He teases as he shifts the gear into park.

“You know I’m not, I just don’t like getting wet.”

“Didn’t know my girlfriend was a cat.” Kazuya continues, causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“Just for that I should make you bring in the groceries yourself.” You sass.

“Ah ah no need to be like that, sweetheart. I thought you loved me? What happened to doing things together?” He chuckles with a snarky grin.

“We could but not if you’ll be a jerk about it.” You pout playfully, causing him to laugh.

“You know I could bring it in myself, right?”

“I know but you know I love proving you wrong. Luckily, I’m already prepared.” Reaching past him in the back seat, you pull out one of his black hoodies. Grabbing the bottom of the hoodie, you work your body through it until it swallows you whole.

He laughs yet again, “Well alright then, partner. We’ll get a nice warm shower after this.” Both of you brace yourselves before rushing out into the rain.

3. Feeling sick

“Achoo! Achoo!” Your body seizes before relaxing again. The door to the guest room opens up and in walks Kazuya with a steaming bowl of soup. You sit up, reaching for a tissue to soothe your sniffling nose.

“Babe! You could have left it outside; I would have gotten it. I don’t want you to get sick too.” Kazuya shakes his head but it’s easy to tell he’s frowning behind his mask.

“It’ll be fine. This is just to make sure you eat some of the soup while it’s hot. I’ll be fine like this.” He assures you before setting up a tray so you can eat. Throwing your tissue away, you shift to the edge of the bed to see the biggest bowl of soup.

“Kazuya, this is a lot of soup. You don’t expect me to eat this in one go right?”

His eyes narrow before softening, “It would be ideal but eat as much as you can. It’s a family recipe.”

Your ears perk up at that, “Oh? From who?”

He grins, “From me. I got sick one time and created my miraculous soup. I was five times better the next day after eating it. All in one go might I add.”

You shake your head, “It would be from you,” but then a weak grin appears on your lips, “but if you’re sharing it with me, guess that makes me family.”

For once, you catch Miyuki off guard with that as his cheeks are a touch pink. You both had talked about marriage as a real possibility but were talking things slowly as to not rush things along. Normally, he’s the tease between the two of you but he doesn’t mind your teasing every once in a while. He chalks up this boldness to your weakened immune system.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Enough talk, time to eat. I’ll leave you to it.” He starts to go when you grab at his sleeve. He turns back around to see the prettiest pout on your lips.

“I know you have to go but for the record, I hate this. Only seeing you for a few moments here and there, it's not fair. Can’t I at least have something of yours to help me out?” Kazuya starts to tease you but just sighs instead. He’d have plenty of time to tease once you’re healed.

“Since you like hoodies so much you can have this one.” He grins before taking off his gray hoodie and handing it over. You take it happily and bring it to your face, eager to convince your nose to start working so you can at least catch a whiff of his cologne.

“Thanks Kazuya.” You smile, placing it on your lap before diving into your soup. His eyes crinkle softly before he leaves you with his soup and his hoodie.

4. Borrowing Stealing his gift

The door to the apartment opens, causing you to look around the corner from your spot on the sofa. “Hey, welcome back! How was it meeting up with Sawamura and Okumura?”

He chuckles, “It was fun. I swear Sawamura hasn’t changed at all since our time in high school. Okumura seems a lot more confident than before, surely because he had the best teacher.” Kazuya laughs, causing you to shake your head before noticing something in his hands.

“Oooh, what’s that? Is that a new hoodie I see? Red too?”

He holds it to his chest protectively, “Yes, as the amazing senpai I am, they got me a hoodie as a thank you. Also probably because I told them I’m living with a hoodie thief so you’re not allowed to touch this one.” Your face blanches, no he didn’t!

“I am not a thief! A borrower maybe but no thief!” You declare passionately, refusing to accept his slander no matter how true it was.

His eyes narrow at you skeptically, “Oh yeah? Where’s my black hoodie? What about the navy blue one?” He asks rapidly, letting you know that he’s apparently been keeping track but you’re quick to defend yourself.

“They’re all in the closet!”

And then he goes in for the kill, “On who’s side of the closet?”

You blush and look away, “That’s irrelevant.”

Kazuya laughs loudly, “Yeah that’s what I thought. Gotcha this time, sweetheart.” He walks by you with a grin as you decide to turn back to your tv show, knowing you’ve lost this time.

It isn’t until later when you’re sure that Kazuya is fast asleep, that you find the hoodie folded neatly on his side of the closet. Your hands gently pick up the hoodie and bring it to your face, admiring how soft it was. Yeah, I’ll have to take this.

In your admiration, you notice a piece of paper fall out of the front pockets. Picking it up curiously, you read the note in Kazuya’s handwriting, “Hands off my hoodie.”

Your eyes widen before scoffing at his note. Feeling crafty, you decide to switch out one of your red jackets with his new hoodie, even going so far as to put his note in one of the pockets.

Laughing evilly to yourself, you stash the hoodie in one of your drawers and slide back into bed beside Kazuya, satisfied with yourself. So much so, you don’t notice the grin he has on his face even in his “sleep”.

5. Ice cream spills

“This was a great idea! It’s always nice to get a workout in the park with you. Appreciate you taking it easy on me, babe.” You smile, deciding to catch your breath on the park bench. He smiles at you gently. Of course he wasn’t breaking a sweat but doing light workouts with you on the weekend was a nice way to spend time together.

“Of course. You did well and we passed an ice cream stand. How about I reward you for your hard work hmm?” Kazuya asks, knowing ice cream was certainly a weakness of yours. Immediately, your face lights up and before you can say the words, he smiles and heads off to the stand.

A few minutes later, he returns with two ice cream cones and hands you yours with a gentle smile. You thank him sweetly before diving in. And in the enjoyment of your ice cream, you spill some on your shirt.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself a little too much huh?” He chuckles, causing you to groan.

“Shut up.” You say playfully, before handing him your ice cream so you can remove your shirt. Luck favors the prepared it would seem and you already had a tank top underneath.

Folding up your shirt, you turn to get your ice cream from him, delighted to have your cold, sweet treat back. Unbeknownst to you, there was more than just your boyfriend's eyes on you.

Now normally, Kazuya isn’t a jealous person. He loves being able to show you off but only when he wants to.

Unfortunately, he’s too perceptive for his own good. Once, twice he noticed a few of the park joggers were enjoying the view and it wasn't nature. Tch, you heard the annoyed sound escape his lips.

“Something wrong?” You ask innocently. He hands you his ice cream and takes off his dark green hoodie.

“We were just working out. It’s not good for you to expose your body to so much air. Don’t want you getting sick again.” He says gently as he places the hoodie on your lap and takes the ice cream cones. A small smile graces your lips as you put on the hoodie.

“Thanks babe.” Cold lips press quickly against his warm cheek before going back to the ice cream. The next time the joggers pass by, he grins cockily.

“Show’s over.” Kazuya mouths to them.

1. The thief becomes the victim

Oftentimes, Kazuya has training camps all over the country to train as one does when they’re a professional athlete. While usually, you could rearrange your schedule to be close by, this was one of those times where he was going too far (aka outside of the country). This time, he would be away in America for an international training camp. So while you couldn’t be with him this time around, you both made sure to at least message or call.

It was halfway through his trip when you were able to hop on a video call with him.

“How’s the camp going?” You asked curiously, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“It’s going well. It’s been interesting to meet global stars and see them play. How are you doing?” He smiled, a little weary after a long day’s camp.

“I’m doing good. Work has been keeping me busy but I wish I could be with you instead. Don’t get a big head but I do miss you.” Kazuya smiles softly at that, the one true smile only reserved for you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back home before you know it.”

“That’s good. Still not soon enough though. That said, something weird must be going on.” You say as you shake the phone as you go to prop it up on your dresser, giving him a view of you from the waist up.

Kazuya raises an eyebrow as he sees you searching the bedroom, “What’s going on?”

“I can’t find my sky blue hoodie! I just got some workout pants that match the color perfectly and now I can’t find it. Did you see it when you were doing laundry?”

The corners of his lips attempt to straighten even though they curve up a bit, “Nope I haven’t seen it.” There’s a light tone in his voice that makes you slightly suspicious. Looking back at the camera, you see something behind him sticking out.

“Kazuya, could you move to the left for a second?” You request curiously, causing the mirth to show his eyes.

“Why? What are you after?” He asks playfully, but the second he moves an inch your eyes widen in disbelief.

“Is that my hoodie? The exact one I’m looking for?”

“Can’t be.” He easily denies. You roll your eyes and exclaim, “I know what my hoodie looks like!”

But then the reality of the situation sinks in, “Awww you miss me! It’s okay to admit it, Kazuya. I just didn’t expect you to steal my hoodie.” You sweetly tease him, making him blush a little as he tries to cover it up with a scoff.

“Of course I miss you, we do spend every day together.” You giggle, “Look at you being cute. I guess I’m happily in love with a hoodie thief of my own.”

He laughs, “Consider this payment for all the times you took my hoodies.”

“Sure sure, but I will always prefer you over your hoodies.” You claim causing him to smile.

“I sure hope so. You’ll have the real thing once I’m back home.” Kazuya promises, filling both of your hearts with warmth.

#daiya no ace #dna fanfic #dna scenarios #miyuki kazuya #kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya x reader #self ship #self shipping

[fickleminder]

home-cooked

DWBD AU. Why you don’t cook for the demon brothers anymore.

DWBD AU masterlist here, apple rose recipe here!

“This is all Beel’s fault.”

“Hey, back off.” Belphie hissed. “It’s not like he can help it.”

Levi gritted his teeth as he stared wistfully at your friends’ table, specifically the spread of food they were digging into. “Like you’re any better. You’re the reason why we always have takeout now.”

“Maybe if we ask nicely, they’ll let us have some…” Beel rubbed his growling stomach with a pout.

“Hah, fat chance!” Levi scoffed.

The three Avatars watched as you presented your friends with a tray of apple pastries shaped like roses, lightly decorated with white frosting. Rache and Vorgo were snapping pictures and taking videos respectively, while Belyth was already trying to get the recipe from you.

It’s not like you’ve never cooked for them before. But the few times you had, back in the early days of the exchange program, all they’d done was make fun of the human world dishes they were unfamiliar with (never mind that they were your favorites) and complain about how long you’d taken to feed them (ignoring the fact you were new to the kitchen and foreign ingredients and had to account for Beel’s bottomless stomach).

“These look amazing, thanks.” Dracius smiled at you as he took the pastry offered to him.

…Come to think of it, we never said ‘thank you’ either, Levi realized guiltily.

Beel whined in hunger. Your cooking looked so good, but deep down he knew why you’d given up on them. Even if he stayed out of the house when you were on dinner duty, he couldn’t resist snacking on all the food in the fridge, food that was supposed to go into that night’s meal. Labeling the ingredients with your name didn’t do any good; if even your room was free game for Mammon to enter and take whatever he pleased, then the common fridge was a lost cause.

“One tray isn’t enough,” he’d once said to you, after devouring all the cookies you had just pulled out of the oven when your back was turned. Without so much as an apology, he’d walked out of the kitchen in search of more food, not hearing your miserable “those weren’t for you…”

No wonder you only cooked in the safety of Purgatory Hall nowadays.

Belphie had to use an empty cup to collect all the drool leaking out of his twin’s mouth. He’d be a hypocrite if he admitted Beel could be pretty hopeless sometimes. So what if he’d bullied you into taking his dinner shifts by giving you nightmares if you refused? He could tell Lucifer he only wanted to experience more human world cuisine as part of the exchange program.

It didn’t take long for you to wisen up to his tricks though, and you eventually resorted to just ordering takeout whenever you had to feed them for the night. Another reason why you’d started taking side jobs to make sure you didn’t go completely broke, and another reason why they didn’t get to see you as often anymore.

Your friends showered you with compliments and gratitude, offering to help out with grocery shopping in an effort to entice you into cooking for them again.

“I’d be happy to!” You agreed readily, even proposing a cookout during one of the upcoming weekends.

Erkid whooped in delight and swiped another pastry from the tray. “Man, you really know the way to a demon’s heart!”

You sure did, and the brothers could only lament that theirs weren’t the ones you wanted, not anymore.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #dwbd au

[smuttyassholes]

Happy Belated Valentine's Day from the Assholes (Asshole #6 Writes)

~~The First Time~~ Your first time. Did you think of it often? Yes. Maybe. Or maybe not. At least that's what you tell your friends. Lie to them that you don't care. That "if it happens it happens". Doesn't matter with whom or where. If it's when you were 18 or 25. It was funny when you were 19. Then 24. Not so much when you are in your early 30s and you have barely been kissed. Let alone asked on a date.

And you push it out of your mind. You ''carry on". You get a new bank account, a job. It's just bussing tables, making coffees, minimum wage. You don't care, it's money in your pocket. You get a hole in the wall flat. Your parents try calling, you don't pick up. Ever. And you still don't think about getting laid. Being kissed, being held. Someone bending you over the nearest surface, tasting your skin, biting, licking.Hot breath on your neck spreading you open with hands, fingers, tongue. Then a cock. You don't think about it.

And life goes on. Drones on more like. Some color, some music. Some moments that are worth it. And still don't think about it. One of those endless days though that you spend "not thinking about it", you meet him. You don't know his name at first, his voice even. He is bent over the coffee menu, platinum blond hair falling over his face, long fingers tracing the words. He looks puzzled then disgusted almost. You aren't surprised, the coffee shop was small and the selections were too poor even for your standards. Then you hear a grumble for the first time. "How can there be no espresso for fuck's sake...." Then his face lifts, scanning for a server you presume.

His eyes make you think dragon. Dressed all in black, lips pursed, he could pass as one with the designer expensive watch you notice on his wrist and the most likely expensive thick frames on his face. They draw even more attention to his dragon like eyes and you make your way to him, thinking that, if anything, this will be an interesting encounter to look back on. You stop at his table, notepad and pen at the ready, asking politely. "What can I get you?"

Black eyes. Hazel so dark that it's black surveys you. He hums, then whispers. "Please tell me my eyes deceive me and you actually do offer plain espresso instead of those sugary concoctions from hell." You chuckle under your breath in spite of yourself as you nod then reply (it isn't polite to nod after all). "Yes we do. What will it be?" He sighs in apparent relief as he says "An americano. No water extra ice. To go." "Right away sir. Will that be all?" He nods and you jot down the order, disappearing. You don't generally trouble yourself with making coffees but today you make every single effort not only to make his coffee, but for it to be excellent. You are nervous as hell as you bring the carry out coffee as instructed to the table.

The man has risen, black pea coat pulled back on and buttoned, you catch a glimpse of a tight black turtleneck and then his voice, ice cold like the coffee you were carrying. "Double or nothing. I'm a professional and I don't make mistakes. I get results. My services come with this price tag because of it. You are wasting my time. Either you wire me the difference or I go back home to enjoy this lovely Saturday morning you are ruining for me. Now what's it going to be?"

He turns, taking the iced coffee from your fingers and swirls it slowly, long fingers tapping as he waits for the answer on the other line. He then wraps his (ridiculously full and pouty you suddenly notice) lips around the straw taking a long drag of a drink and humming in approval, following it up with "Language Mister Price. Swiss bank account, as previously discussed. Good day." He hung up and it seemed like his entire demeanor changed if only for a moment. His mouth lifted as he took another long drink and whispered as he set money on the table. "Coffee worthy enough of double the price. Keep the change rosebud."

Then he left.Long black coat billowing behind him, the only color on him his platinum blond hair. That was the day that I started thinking again of what it would be like. The first time. And the face I saw in the dead of night,in my fevered imaginings, in my broken moans,was his.

Author's Note: And with this Namjoon drabble I start introducing my writing in this blog. I have some ideas for this, so if it is liked, please let me know by reblogging and leaving some notes.

More to come!

~ Asshole 6

#bts imagines #asshole 6 writes #asshole 6 #namjoon smut