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chaoticloving · 1 year

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new years, new family

harry styles x reader (SOH masterlist)

summary: y/n meets anne and gemma for the first time, and harry's just happy. || w/c: 2.2k

a/n: felt i should post a bit more before im back to class, enjoy and have a good new year!

Anne was an amazing mother. She was kind, empathetic, and had the strong will that helped her do what was right. Harry loved his mum too. Despite all the arguments and the fame, he has always had faith in her. He truly felt the love and comfort that a mother should give any child—and he still does to this day as an adult.

Anne prided on being someone her kids could go too if they needed an ear and always gave her kids space, but that didn’t stop her from being curious about their lives. She would sometimes sneak in a “do you like someone” or “when do you think you’ll have kids” every now and then, but they knew she just had their best interest at heart.

Anne was very careful about what she asked Harry though, not to say that she would be blunt with Gemma, but there were certain questions that would sound too much like a TMZ journalist asking questions. So, Anne would turn to Gemma to maybe slip some detail about Harry’s life.

The last time Gemma came around her mothers though, she did tell Anne that Harry’s got a crush that sort-of, maybe, turned into his girlfriend. “But don’t quote me on this. I don’t know for sure.” Gemma reminded her mother.

But Anne was bubbling with excitement. She knew the girlfriend in question is Y/n, the women Harry might of suitably alluded to having a crush on, and she couldn’t be more excited for her boy. She reminded herself though that she can’t be too pushy, but she can watch the young actresses movies.

After just under six months of dating, Harry decides he wants to tell his family.

“I know my mum won’t tell and Gemma will just make fun of me, I just don’t like keeping you a secret from everybody important in my life.” Harry confessed, kissing his lovers face all over as a way to win her over.

Y/n had a habit of overthinking, but seeing her boyfriends puppy dog eyes she just couldn’t say no.

“I believe you.” She kissed him back. “Just don’t embarrass me when you tell them.”

The next morning Harry was practically jumping from excitement, yet feeling like he needed the bathroom every five seconds from nerves. Harry knew his family wouldn’t hate Y/n or everything of the sort. It was just the fact they would be one of the first to know and their secret relationship wouldn’t be a secret anymore. He knew Y/n wasn’t just in it because of the the secrecy, but the fact still didn’t make him feel any better.

Harry powered through, and made the call.

The line rang a couple times before the cheery voice of Anne rang through. “Hi Honey, so good to hear from you!”

Harry laughed, walking around his London flat aimlessly. “It’s nice to talk to you too. Been feelin’ so busy from work that I think I’ll go crazy.”

“Oh no, well remember to take breaks and focus on you.” Anne thought this was her chance. “Do you have someone you can talk to or someone you feel comfortable with? Go out with them and forget about work.”

Harry blushed, he was in the kitchen and he could see the back of y/n. He thinks she is getting her morning coffee all ready as well as a cup for him.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve met someone.”

The pure joy running through Anne's body was something she last felt when Gemma told her about her last boyfriend.

"And is it who I think it is?"

"Have you been talkin' to Gemma recently?" Harry ask, false annoyance slipped through his voice. "But uh-" He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I think so. "

Anne practically screamed through the phone, excitement radiating though.

"But we are talking about Y/n, right?"

"Yes! Yes, oh my goodness, you finally are together! You two look so adorable together and I know to never buy into something TMZ or Daily Mail says but I saw your little photo and then when Gemma finally told me that you told her that you were talking to Y/n I started watching all of her movies so far and she is very talented, although, i have to admit, when she kissed that other boy in the movie I kept thinking how you would been feeling and--"

A couple seconds into her rant, Harry put Anne on speaker phone and was suffering from the adrenaline rushing though him. He was coming down from the high of fear and going into a tired yet happy state.

Y/n handed Harry a cup of coffee, half cream with a ton of sugar added in, then sat down next to him with her own coffee in hand. Y/n was trying to hide her smile through a look of embarrassment, but the actress couldn't quite hide her emotions from Harry.

Harry nudged Y/n, a smile on his rosey face. They look at each other with such adoration that it was sickening to anyone single.

"Harry? Harry, you still there?" Anne's voice snapped Harry from Y/n's trance on him.

"Yeah, I'm here mum." Harry chided, clearing his throat. "Just got a bit side tracked. What did you say?"

"When are you two coming over then? I know Gemma is coming round for new years so six could work, maybe five, or is that too early for new years?"

Y/n's eyes went wide with shock as she heard Anne's words then she could've sworn her heart stopped beating when Harry replied, as nonchalantly as ever, sure mum.

"Six'll work." Harry said, saying his goodbyes. He hung up his phone and smiled at Y/n. "You excited?"

"Definitely."

...

Y/n was not excited. Not in the slightest.

Y/n and Harry spent the holidays with their own families. They called each other, constantly; and much to Annes delight, and Gemma's partial annoyance, they've been hearing all about Y/n constantly. But a few day's after the holidays, they both met up at Harry's flat to make the journey to Anne's.

Currently, they were in Harry's Range Rover, close to Anne's house. They left a couple hours after Anne's call, knowing the drive is long and traffic would most likely be a nightmare. Harry has made the long drive quite a few times since he has moved to London, he knew it like the back of his hand; Y/n, while she hasn't made this specific drive, has gone on plenty of long trips in her life.

Yet, this drive, was pure torture.

She didn't want to tell Harry thats she is scared. She knows Harry would turn the car around and say it's no big deal, but he would be disappointed.

It wasn't like she didn't like what she has heard about his family, the opposite in fact. It's what they have heard about her.

Currently, the media is portraying Y/n as a serial dater, using someone for a night, or weekend if they're lucky, then dumping them and repeat. And poor Harry is the unconfirmed boyfriend that Y/n is dragging along for a long time.

They got all that from one group photo at a party last month.

It's not true. She knows it's not true, Harry knows it's not true, but does Anne and Gemma know it's not true? Anne invited her when there wasn't too much drama going on, but now? She was terrified for what would happen.

Y/n is just glad that it is just Gemma and Anne tonight, as much as she would want to meet Robin or Desmond, she can't deal with anymore people in one night.

"Okay so a couple tips." Harry started, turning down the volume of the song on the radio, Fleetwood Mac obviously. "One, don't ask Gemma if she is dating someone unless you want her to give you a silent treatment."

She nodded.

"Don't mention fame or anything too out of touch. Not really specific, just general advice because my mum always scoffs at people who flaunt their money."

"You say this in your custom two-hundred-thousand car." Y/n joked, trying to keep her cool.

"I got teased a bit." Harry shrugs, flipping the indicator and turning down a neighborhood. "But that's just teasing."

Harry sighs as he pulls to the side of the road in front of a nice house. It was cozy, yet big enough for a couple and a guest or two. "Ready?"

"Nothing else?"

"Not really sure." Harry fidgeted. "You're the first they would or could meet so..."

Y/n just nods as Harry's voice trails off, it's all she can do. Their thoughts mimic each other.

She's meeting her future in-laws.

I'm meeting my future in-laws.

The only difference was the tone. Excitement and fear.

Harry walked round to the other side, opening her door and holding his hand to help her out. Y/n felt like the paparazzi was watching her, but instead of flashing lights it was curtains suspiciously moving.

Harry knocked on the door, hand in a death grip with Y/n's. "Deep breaths. They're going to love you."

"Harry!" Anne swung open the door and smiled, when she looked over she saw Y/n, causing her to smile brighter and nearly bring tears to the women's eyes. "Y/n! I'm so glad you're here. Come in come in!"

Y/n had her red carpet smile on. She was carful to not make her smile look too obnoxious, but not like she was not excited to be here.

"Ms Twist you're house is beautiful." She complemented, earning her first awe of the night.

"Please, call me Anne." She blushed. "And thank you sweetheart."

"Where's Gem?" Harry asked, taking his shoes off and brushing his hand on Y/n's.

"Living room. She's on the phone with someone." She winked and walked into the house. "Come in, I've got some nibbles for you two."

Y/n mouthed, someone?. Harry just rolled his eyes and mouthed, "ex." She nodded and followed Harry into the the house.

"Gemma get off the phone." They heard Anne yell. "Say hi to the couple."

Gemma’s jaw dropped as she hugged Harry. She saw Y/n and her smile grew. "You're the famous Y/n we've been hearing about!"

Y/n nervously laughed but nodded, excepting the hug happily. Harry sighed thought, face turning a shade of pink. "It's so nice to meet you!" Y/n was smiling. Their first impressions were so far good. They seemed excited to meet her, and Y/n was able to breath finally now.

"Not long until midnight, so I've got to get going on the dinner." Anna decided.

"Let me help!" Y/n jumped at the opportunity to get to know Anne and get in her good graces. Following her to the kitchen and leaving the siblings behind.

"Mum's going to love her." Gemma whispered to Harry, shoving his shoulder. Harry just blushed, happy that his girlfriend is getting along with his family.

Midnight struck, cheers and hugs were done, and a sneaky kiss between the two young and in love celebrities were shared. Anne was tired, so the rest decided to retire to their rooms for the night. Harry took their two bags up to the stairs and revealed the small room that housed talented singer: Harry Styles.

It had grey walled with posters hung all around. As Y/n looked closer behind the records and old CDs tapped to the wall, she found a poorly covered up dent in the wall. "What's this?"

"Something that will definitely give my mum a heart attack." Harry smiled, dropping the bags. "Was playing with some of my friends and one "accidentally" threw a nerf gun at me."

"Sounds fun." She mused, continuing to look around the room. "Seems like your music taste has not changed." Y/n noticed the Joni Mitchell collection, right next to the Stevie Nicks one.

"Nope." Harry sighed, standing next to his girlfriend, but she could sense the smile forming on his face. "I'm glad I threw out all of those porno mags."

"So thoughtful." Y/n pushed Harry away as he laughed. Harry grabbed her and threw themselves onto the small, twin sized bed that had superman sheets on.

"Superman? At sixteen?" She asked.

"Hey, don't hate on superman." Harry defends. "These sheets are too comfy to get rid of."

They laugh a bit more, settling slowly into the silence that the small room gives them. They can hear Gemma talking to someone through the wall, though they don't mind--they're too wrap up in themselves to care.

"Think your family likes me?" She asked.

"Oh definitely. You're much better then any guy Gemma brought round." Harry remarked. "Plus mum loves you loads, it's really easy to see. She doesn't just offer her special margaritas to anyone."

"I'm glad." Is all Y/n says. She's tired now, a long stressful day of nerves really washed her out, but thankfully, she's got an amazing boyfriend to sleep next to.

"I'm glad you got to meet them." Harry admits. "No way you can break up with me now. Mum'll miss you too much."

"I'd miss her too. Not that I'd ever want to break up with you."

Harry kissed her sweetly, "Good, because I'd never do that too. Wouldn't even think of it."

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misomiho · 8 months

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𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡

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Genre: Sfw, Fluff

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Reader is from Kyoto! Contains two cringey teenagers experiencing love

✩Synopsis: During the annual Kyoto Sister- School Goodwill Event, you were captivated by someone. Now Nobara's mission is to spark Megumi's interest with you, will it fail or not?

"You're here to kill Itadori Yuuji aren't you?"

You didn't had any time to react when his weapon lounge on you straight to your neck, you gasped and your breath hitched but with great precision and calculated movements, you dodged it. Barely.

'That was close. I could've sworn I saw my life flashed before me.'

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes as if you're looking down on him even if you're pretty intimidated already. The boy infront of you is the inheritor of the ten shadows technique from the zen'in clan, you had an eye for him from the very start of the event. He held a relaxed face while composed within a calm demeanor yet you knew there's confidence radiating from him that screams 'Im strong'.

You had no doubt it is true.

You jumped towards a tree and summoned your weapon. Pointing the blade at him in threat that if movements were seen, you will throw it at him without warning.

Curse technique: Conjure, being able to create weapons out of thin air stuffed with curse energy, normal weapons works alike however having the advantage of being able to get it appear and disappear in thin air out of your own will is way better, it's enough advantage to throw off your enemy. Mere seconds ahead can guarantee a victory.

Megumi knew you're a tough opponent too.

"Listen, I'm not here to kill Itadori Yuuji" your head hung low and you lowered your weapon. You glanced at the boy infront of you and distrust was shown in his face.

"I don't trust any of you Kyoto students"

You're not gonna try and reprehend him. Everyone from Kyoto is clearly trying to execute some poor boy.

"Say what you want but I'm only here to fight, to prove myself I have what it takes to be a sorcerer not someone who follows an order like a-

"Sleep"

'Cursed speech?! I completely forgot Kamo's advice wait-'

Your body contradicted your mind while your movements were restricted, it suddenly feels like being paralyzed. Your eyes rolled back in to your head and without a second you were put in to deep slumber.

"Ohh so that's what happened?!" someone's curious gazed stared at you. Recalling everything that happened made your head ache but the girl infront of you with her palms supporting her face and elbows placed at your sheets expecting some kind of backstory made you think harder.

Nobara Kugisaki. The brunette girl was already in your room when you woke up, waiting patiently to return your weapon when you completely forgot to return it back the second you were paralyzed. Megumi asked her to do so.

She explained everything that happened when you were fast asleep, it seems that the black haired boy back then took care of you before the veil was placed.

You were embarrassed, sure, but you were grateful, you could've got more injuries if he completely abondoned you there. There were curses roaming around with the intention of hurting you after all.

You couldn't help but pull the blanket up to your head and squirm under as if Nobara isn't there to witness it. She covered her mouth and gasped in realization while a snap of her fingers was heard.

"Oho you like him don't you? you have great taste actually, Megumi likes people who has-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, you pulled down the blanket and blinked several times, eyes gleamed in anticipation.

"M-megumi?! is that his name?" you were more excited now, your heart thumped from merely hearing his name.

Nobara blinked her eyes the same way and squealed, she was more intrigued than you, here she is witnessing forbidden love before her very eyes. Not completely forbidden but the tension between two schools were enough. Both hated each other's guts.

Not anymore tho.

Megumi Fushiguro is your crush.

You and Nobara just met yet everyone who intends to walk into the room will assume you're two giggling sisters discussing about guys like the usual teenage girls you are.

"Okay girl, I got you!" She crossed her arms and lifted her chin, "From this day on I have a special mission called, Getting Megumi to Talk to You Mission"

You clenched your fist and held them up to cheer Nobara on, it seems like a reasonable first mission for you. You just needed to thank him then the next mission would be to invite him for lunch.

"Yeah!"

It seems easy, right?

"Not interested"

Megumi nonchalantly walked away as if the girl behind him didn't beg in her knees, "But Megumi..! she's literally your type!" Nobara's plea were unheard when Megumi walked further and further away.

Nobara sniffled, she was so sure your wishes were in her command but yet again you're gonna be disappointed. She wasn't gonna back down no matter what. You're her friend now after all.

"You sea urchin...I'm not done yet!" she childishly stomped her foot as she slowly followed the blackette.

The uninterested boy groaned, agreeing to being forced in to a blind date will happen if hell freezes over. He hates being forced into things he doesn't like and Nobara urging him to meet a nobody doesn't make it better.

Getting away from the persistent girl was already hard but with an injury straight to his abdomen from the fight makes it harder. He was limping around the hallway and the pain was unbearable.

"Gojo-Sensei couldn't have waited for me to reco-"

His frustrated banter was cut off when a sudden pain surged through his stomach like being stamped on by burning hot iron. He wobbled and nearly stumbled when an arm caught him, much to his surprise.

"A-are you okay..?!" a voiced called out to him full of worry. It was you who caught him. Your sensei Utahime was calling out for you to talk about your injuries during the event and fortunately for him, Megumi would've face planted towards the floor if you weren't there.

The boy didn't care who it was right infront of him, the pain was getting into him and leaning towards them to hold himself steady was the least of his worries. He didn't care how inappropriate it was, explaining comes later.

You were even more surprised when this boy's body was pressed in to you, your hand didn't know where to place themselves and just decided to hold his back to keep him and yourself balanced. He was larger than you and you considered wether it would make him comfortable or not.

You were secretly thanking the heavens and your sensei while Megumi were secretly cursing his. Unbeknownst to your teachers that they were one of the prime reason for this interaction.

You were snap out of it when Megumi infront of you was breathing heavily, you took notice that he's warmer than usual. You mentally slapped yourself for your 'borderline taking advantage of this situation self' when the boy infront of you is clearly vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, I just-I needed something to lean on and you were right infront of me"

His voice was as clear and his breathing sent shivered to your spine. He's mouth is right beside you ear. You can hear his breathing and the warm air radiating off him. His chin was pressed into your shoulders and his right hand were dangling onto your other shoulder.

If other people approaches the both of you, they would assume you're two lovers having an intimate moment.

"No no, it's okay, at least I was helping, this is also kind of my payback for your kindness back when the cursed speech user made me fell asleep"

Yeah, this couldn't be more worse for him.

Judging from your form, hair and voice, you were the conjure user from that day. He was even more embarrassed, he would've preferred if it was Todo standing right infront of him but no, out of all people, it was you.

He's hiding the fact that he was a bit interested in you. The way you carried yourself elegantly but with pride was enough to keep him up for days. Pity that he wasn't the one to return your weapon because of his injury.

Nobara watched the scene before her with teary eyes even if her role in this story was not important at least she played a major role in the situation before her. Unfortunately for her she had to fled the scene immediately, that was enough for her and she wanted you two to have your private talk. She wanted that forbidden love trope badly.

"Do you want me to..help you go to your room or infirmary?" you asked softly, tapping his shoulders gently to get his attention.

"No"

You were surprised. Megumi was surprised. He did not expect that to come out of his mouth, he didn't mean that in any bad way.

He wanted to stay in your arms longer, your body warmth was comforting somehow but most of all there isn't any other situations where this would happen again.

"Um, I mean I'm in a bad shape right now, I want the pain to be a bit more bearable before moving.." his attempt to make an excuse was the worst, he didn't know wether you'd believe that-

"Sure!"

Wait what.

Well at least his intentions wouldn't be questioned. While he was having his own crisis, you were giddy to hold him for a longer time. The strain in your legs were hurting but his embrace was enough to ignore it completely.

While the others were celebrating the loss and victory of the baseball game. You were busy tilting your head around the Tokyo students to see if a familiar spiky head was somewhere to be seen.

"You looking for Fushiguro? he's behind that building, probably washing his face..."

A familiar looking figure with pink hair whispered to you out of nowhere "H..how did you know I was looking for him..?" you whispered back as if both of you are exchanging valuable information.

"It was written all over your face, like 'where's my lover Fushiguro'"

"Lovers...no! if that's what you're thinking, it's nothing like that!"

"And here I thought you two were dating..I saw you guys standing in the hallway hugging each other"

You gasped as you covered your mouth in shock, now here you thought the others were outside that time. Feeling like you got caught scheming war crimes, you dashed out and located what the boy told you.

"Wait-

You couldn't stand there anymore and hide the panicked face you had, you felt like smacking your face to think straight and forget that unforgettable moment you two had.

'They knew?! what if the Kyoto Students found out? honestly I don't care anymore, if Mai made fun of me for liking her nephew or something or that damn Todo, so be it'

Sweat rolled downwards your neck as you huffed out breathless. You need to hurry up and find that boy, the Kyoto school are departing sooner or later and you won't know when you're gonna have such opportunity again.

You were running like a female lead in a shoujo manga, looking for her male lead who's gonna separate from her when the actual bullet train ride from Kyoto to Tokyo were just 3 hours minimum.

But that doesn't change anything, you don't even know if he's interested. You heard from Nobara about what happened when she was about to introduce you. You were happy your name wasn't mentioned before Megumi said he isn't interested but then again that doesn't change anything-

"Where are you running from?"

"Eek-"

Your steps abruptly stopped when his voice called out to you. Take your chance!

"Megumi!"

"(Y/N)"

'Oh'

You two blinked, one chuckled and the other glanced to his side while a tint of pink spreads out of his cheeks.

"I was about to say something..!"

"Me too.."

"Let's do it together then?"

"Is that even a good idea?"

"Just do it! 3..2..1"

"Do you want to go out sometime?"

"Let's go out sometime"

Nobara's mission was far more successful than you thought.

#megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #megumi x female reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk megumi #tooth rotting fluff

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matryoshka-writes · 45 minutes

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Overwatch male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

Hello dear~♡ Thank you for the submission!

I match you with:

Lucio

♡ First thing that caught his eye was your kindness towards others, it was that one thing that made him fall for you really fast. Lucio was the one to initiate the conversation first since he noticed how shy you were...it was adorable to him.

♡ Once you two grew closer he would flirt with you by physical touch while also making sure that you are comfortable with him. He would play music for you or joke and laugh with you to ease up your shyness and awkwardness.

♡ He accidentally learned the fact that you sing when you are alone and he absolutely fell in love with your voice. Lucio would encourage you to sing along while he plays his music.

♡ Lucio is a very energetic guy that radiates positive aura, and every time he is in the room somehow he always manages to make you smile and feel more confident. He can read you well and knows when you are feeling self-conscious so he would constantly shower you with compliments such as how beautiful you are or how your voice makes his heart flutter.

♡ His love language is definitely gift giving. He would constantly shower you with small trinkets he bought while he is out on the missions, at this point you have like ten keychains from various countries he had visited. Besides the gift giving he loves complimenting you always, your smile brightens his day.

♡ Lucio is well aware of your disorder, he made sure to research a lot about it so he could help you out as much as he could. Every time you feel headache he would rush to give you pain killers while holding you in his embrace giving you kisses on the forehead.

♡ Your interests in various books, video games and other things intrigues him. He is a gamer himself and watches some of the anime so he would sometimes have date nights with you where you two are snuggled up in a fluffy blanket while watching your favorite anime together, or playing your favorite video games. He would ask you about your current favorite things and learn about them for you.

♡ Lucio definitely sings for you while his eyes are lost into yours, he is a big eye contact guy which makes him feel even closer to you.

♡ He would compose music that is dedicated to you very often, it was one of the primary ways of showing his love and dedication for you. Sometimes he would overwork himself because of it, he is a man of dedication.

♡ Lucio is quite an extroverted guy, however he finds you introverted personality very adorable. He would often invite you to parties and if you feel overwhelmed or don't want to go he would stay by your side...the parties aren't the same when you are not there, so instead you two would settle for a date watching anime or playing video games.

Dividers by cafekitsune

#Overwatch #Lucio #Lucio x reader #Overwatch x reader #x reader #Match ups #Overwatch match up

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luffythinker · 3 months

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Senchrome fic i was talking about im sorry its nsfw :P i apologize for my awful writing ------------------------------------------------------------

There's a secretive unspoken relationship going on betwixt them for some time now. The quiet moments together never reaching anything pass a kiss or two still always filled with warmth and comfort. Yet neither of them ever acknowledged the few electrifying times where kissing wasn't enough. Unbeknown to Chrome Senku shared that longing feeling for more beneath his indifference exterior.

Today, as they were fortunate enough to be left alone to work on their latest invention in placid. Most of the teams had been sent out with baskets to go collecting while the two scientists stayed behind to work on the latest do-hickey.

He couldn't not feel the least bit relieved that they had that privacy so easily.

Nobody's around to bother them if he tried something this is good, Chrome thought secretively.

The two of them worked side-by-side; Senku concentrated on the contraption before him, while Chrome semi-observed from his spot on the ground. He had his own work to attend to while Senku worked on one of their other latest gadgets that's going to help them beat the Tsukasa empire.

Chrome could feel the warmth radiating off Senku's side that touched his own as he sat nearby on a rock, his nimble fingers flying over their latest invention.

The silence between them was comforting, yes, but Chrome craved more. Taking a deep breath, he mustered the courage to suggest a break from their work. "I think we should take a break," he said, hoping to steal a moment alone with Senku.

"You can," Senku replied tersely, without so much as a glance, completely engrossed in his project.

Chrome makes a sound of annoyance at his mentor, lightly deflated but stubbornly persistent, he gingerly reaches for Senku's face feeling bold and slightly annoyed by the dismissal, Chrome reaches out and gently grasped his partner's chin, his single hand gently cupping it. He could feel the warmth of the scientist's skin beneath his fingertips admiring the intense focus etched on Senku's face.

He traced his thumb over the smooth skin, studying those features with unguarded affection in the open.

This was all of a sudden.

He finally gave him the time of day, not so curious of the 'why' but the motivation behind it. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice held concentration on his work but paying attention to him nonetheless.

"Admiring you," Chrome replied coyly. "Is that wrong?"

"I thought you said you were taking a break?"

"I'm using my break time to admire you. Problem?"

Senku's fights his flush at the unexpected compliment and gesture he's quickly able to compose himself and brush Chrome's hand away. "I don't have time for trivial matters such as intimacy," he muttered, turning back to his work. He says this but the corners of Senku's lips are twitched upward in amusement. "I'm working, Chrome. Maybe tonight if I'm not tired." His soft tone betrayed the teasing behind his words.

"Maybe i'll give you a morsel tonight if I'm not tired you, dog." he added flirtatiously.

This concession sent a thrill up Chrome's spine; he couldn't suppress the heat that rushed creeping across his cheeks at the thought of spending that kind of time with Senku again.

He didn't really know what was going to happen tonight, it might just be more kissing or something they've never tried before, he honestly wanted to find out sooner than later, so he left him alone. He gave his partner's knee a quick squeeze affectionately and nodded determinedly.

"I'll hold you to it." He made it a promise before returning to his own task with renewed determination and excitement for what the night might bring.

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As the sun began to set, Chrome's heart continued to quietly race in anticipation, he nearly forgot about the group sent to go get the olives. He was focused solely on their conversation and interaction.

Discussing matters of the heart was exciting, Senku told him nobody really understands it and he isn't someone who wants to explore knowing more about it.

Maybe Chrome could learn something about it that Senku didn’t even know. That thought made his stomach flutter a little. Warmth spread through his chest, love is a form of science he smiled eagerly.

He wanted Senku to share more of his thoughts and what he did know about it but that would have to wait. Why? Because the sound of footsteps coming near disrupted their pre-intimacy.

"We're back!" Kohaku announced as she reached them, holding a basket full of freshly-picked olives.

Gen smirked as he observed what were subtle looks on their faces. "You two look smitten, I have to say," he teased, slightly lifting the edges of his sleeves where they connected to each-other.

Chrome's face turned an even deeper shade of red at Gen's comment. In an attempt to create distance between him and Senku, Chrome scrambled away ever so subtly. He didn’t want to be suspicious though he came off that way only to Gen it appears.

He could feel Senku gaze at him, but neither of them dared to imply what they were discussing moments ago that was for them only.

Call it an unfinished piece from a puzzle begging to be completed later on. For now, their attention turned towards the task at hand: creating something Senku's calling "olive oil"

Chrome stared at the basketed olives brought nearby, more warmth enveloping him again– from being involved in a new scientific endeavor. He eagerly watched as Senku carefully sifted through the newly gathered basket of olives. He marveled at the transformation that was about to take place, as these small fruits would soon turn into apparently consumable versatile stuff called olive oil.

"Chrome," Senku called nonchalantly, scribbling some calculations in his crafty notebook with his charcoal pencil. "hand me a handful of those olives, will you?"

Chrome did so without hesitation, placing several of them into Senku's outstretched hand. Senku then poured the olives into a mortar and pestle he had crafted not so long ago. The grinding of olives released a slightly bitter aroma that filled the air, causing his curiosity to peak.

"How does this process work exactly, Senku?" Chrome asked with a furrowed brow over the others shoulder.

Senku smirked as he continued grinding the olives. "Well, we crush 'em like this first." He paused briefly to indicate his ongoing actions. "Then we'll need to press them to separate the oil from the solid mass."

While Senku had said all this so casually, Chrome's eyes widened in awe at how effortlessly he seemed to always craft something so practical from nature itself.

After several more minutes of grinding, Senku finally deemed the paste ready for pressing. They moved over to a simple wooden contraption built beside their workstation. It consisted of two flat pieces of wood on either side of a hollow metal cylinder filled with layers of olive paste separated by circular metal discs. A lever pressed tightly against these discs would extract the oil below.

“You had me build this weird thing and never told me what it was. So what is it?“ The oldest of them said carrying something over to elsewhere.

“It’s a simple wooden olive press so we can extract the oil from the olive paste.” Senku explains.

old man Kaseki and others watch an amazement at the device as usual.

"Alright, Chrome, now's your moment to shine. Press down hard on that lever," instructed Senku as he held the wooden contraption steady.

Flexing his muscles and grinning with determination, Chrome pushed down on the lever with all his might, every ounce of energy was focused on extracting the olive oil. The excitement of the unknown was beautiful to behold.

A stream of liquid gold flowed from the base of the contraption into a perfectly positioned glass jar. The shine of triumph in Chrome's eyes mirrored the golden glow of the olive oil he'd helped create.

He smiled, Chrome looked at Senku and gleefully said, "WHOA" BAD!” he called looking back at Senku, a grin plastered on his face at Chrome’s predictable reaction.

Senku took the jar of fresh olive oil and peered at it closely. "True," he responded with a nod, "but this is just one accomplishment among many more." He held up the jar, allowing sunlight to catch its lustrous surface. "It’s a step for a side project of mine. It isn’t really that important" he announced.

“Why have us go out of our way if it’s not important?” Kohaku questioned, her voice a bit turnt at doing unimportant labor.

Chrome still beamed at their accomplishment for Senku’s lack of.

“I have my reasons,” Senku replied with a casual shrug. “Don’t worry about it anyway it’s not just for my own reasons this stuff is good for a variety of things. Its anti-inflammatory and other beneficial effects are invaluable so it’s not all for nothing.”

“Besides banishing acne, hydrating my hair and skin, while simultaneously unclogging my pores, what was the real reason you wanted this, I wonder?” Gen tossed a curious glance at Senku.

“That’s for my side project mentalist.” He smirked.

“I feel like you're gonna give me the same answer but I'm also curious about what you want this olive oil for?”

Senku only smiled at him with a look that said he didn't need to say anything else. “You’ll see Chrome you’ll see.”

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you know what the olive oil is for >;) i did research for this shit

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Chrome was on pins and needles, he couldn't wait for the blue sky to fade to orange taking it's nighttime form soon after. Once everyone was asleep their shadows merged under the glow of the moon in the science shed by themselves. He eagerly anticipated what they will share in more than each other's space tonight.

Just two scientists making a new observation of each-other But like in a vulnerable way.

He watched Senku ascends the latter to their treehouse home to turn in for the day. He walks over to his crafted sleeping bed next to Chromes. His mind kept thinking about his previously prepared jar of olive oil and what that had to do with them.

Senku's hair was slightly damp, having just bathed in the river like a minute ago Chrome had finished bathing earlier Senku said they couldn't do this or rather he wouldn't do it if he hadn't.

He advance towards Chrome, he knew he sensed the mixture of uncertain and anticipation in his body language.

"Are you ready?" Senku whispered, his voice barely audible for some reason. Why he was trying to keep quiet was a mystery to him but it made him feel good in a way he couldn't explain.

He gulped nervously, searching for the right words. "I'm ready... but what are we gonna be doing actually?"

Senku chuckled very close to him now. He sat in front of him finally getting his hands on Chrome like he promised. "We're gonna make love."

Make love?

"I thought love was a feeling? I didn't know you could make it?"

"Oh you can make it, I'm just not one of those people who ever wanted to. Making Love usually is only for those who you hold very close to you, i'm not for all that mushy stuff but i'm making an exception for you cause i like you Chrome."

This makes him happy to hear. He wraps his arms around Senku's middle holding him closer. "I like you too, Senku." He announces like it's the world and he didn't already know.

Senku nods. "I know, you wouldn't be here if you didn't ya bone head." He presses a kiss close to Chrome's mouth, he does it again nuzzling into him with his forehead. Chrome enjoys this having the boss literally kiss up to him.

Chrome meets him halfway eager to create love with him. He closes the distance between them connecting their mouths and letting their tongues mingle.

It felt like a volcano erupting inside him, a fiery sensation if you will, amplifying with every passing second they continued to exchange this deep, mouth touching. It became passionate soon, he was completely lost in his embrace drinking into Senku's kiss.

Senku broke away breathing heavily, he was eyeing Chrome's mouth and features himself. Diminished scars and scrapes from childhood of running in caves and collecting stuff made him look the way he does.

“Why’d you stop?” Chrome asks.

“Just wanted to look at you.” Senku answers, giving him a quick kiss on the lips again. “Lie down please.”

Senku’s telling him and lightly guiding him onto his back. He complied, of course watching Senku strip before him. He was a bit surprised at Senku’s lack of muscles, every man in the village was muscular and built in stature Chrome taking the blunt end of that and being the least so but still more muscular than Senku. His body was of a scrawny build, but handsome or beautiful or whatever he chose to allow himself to be called.

“I like your body.” Chrome tells him, a hand running over his chest, stomach and then thigh that straddled himself.

Senku nods, closing his eyes under his touch. “Chrome,” He says, moving his hand to his groin. “Touch here.”

Chrome blushes again doing as he’s told. “Grab it but not hard,” he tries to instruct him.

“You act like you think i’ve never pleasured myself before.” It’s almost laughable. He’s amused Senku doesn’t think he knows what it feels like to masterbate.

“It’s lonely out here, I've had my fair share of this.” Chrome revals moving his hand over Senku’s limpness. It slowly starts to stand up slowly it aches for attention he knows it does.

His attention.

“This is making love?” He asks, looking at the man having a hard time controlling his own body not to jerk or buck at Chrome’s simple light tugs and pull’s at his body’s most sensitive area.

“No not yet,” He grunts Chrome noting how this makes Senku uncontrollably hard and open. His mouth tries hard to stay shut, eyes too. He’s grunting, breathing hard and uneven all because he’s massaging his body.

“Hmmmnnn..Chrome..” Senku moves with him jerking himself off on Chrome's hand. Precum making it easy to slide his hand up and down on him. “Chrome, stop that’s enough.”

He takes his hand away. “But you're not done.”

“You’re gonna finish me.” Senku grabs the bottle of oil. “I’m gonna put this on you now.” He opens Chrome’s blue outfit, sliding it off his shoulders and undoing his many belts and straps that make an X across his chest. Chrome kicks his pants and underwear off and now they're both bare to each other. Chrome is bigger than Senku in manhood regards, it’s funny but he doesn’t laugh.

The oil feels weirder than he expected it to. It’s warm and oily? Like water but sticky like honey but not really? It’s weird.

Senku starts jerking him off, sliding his hands up and down like Chrome was. It’s better than when he used to do it himself, he has to say.

“Mmmm… it’s good.”

Senku leans in kissing him again his hand is that of magic he can’t comprehend the kiss it’s all too powerful for him. He pulls away to moan heat building in his stomach. “Senku!” It’s a mixture between several different things but it all turns into a yell for release. He’s chasing that wave but he doesn’t get it because Senku stops.

“Huh? Wha, why?”

“We’re about to make love Chrome.” he hushs him. Senku’s over Chrome he dips his fingers in the little oil bottle before sticking his hand behind himself for a moment. He knows where it’s going when Senku’s eyes shut and lips part. Chrome watches him squirm at his own hands going inside himself.

He doesn’t understand.

“Senku?”

“Just watch me.”

Chrome watches Senku’s little show, he’s so turned on by this. Senku’s practically shaking with excitement, desire to do something he’s sure.

“If you haven’t figured it out your dick’s going in me.” Chrome eyes widen, he knows what that means. “This was all preparation. I’ve.. ghh.. Never done this before. This is my first time.”

Senku closes his eyes pushing himself against Chrome, their bodies slide together causing Chrome to let out a little moan as well. “You're gonna be inside me soon.” Senku sighs knowing how to exploit Chrome’s now dirty mind.

Senku pulls his fingers from himself deeming it time to get started.

“Senku,” Chrome says. Senku lifts himself up on his knees straddling Chrome still, he uses one hand to guide Chrome to the right spot, lowering himself in front of Chromes eyes. He watches his dick disappear into Senku who’s taking it well. Both of them let out their own sounds after being connected at last.

It’s amazing, it’s warm, Senku did all that work and he’s still hugging him tightly inside him. He thinks that what he was doing, losing himself so he wouldn’t squeeze Chrome too much, was a good idea but doesn’t seem to be working? He’s not going to complain though.

Senku starts to move his hips, in a circular motion. Chrome moans loudly responding to Senku lifting himself enough so the tip almost comes out only to go back inside him. Senku continues spearing himself in and out of Chrome bouncing on top of him.

Senku squeezing him it’s so good he wants to scream. Chrome starts to move his hips too, he tries to do like Senku but it’s hard to do when he can’t control his own movements. Senku sinks down, he bucks his hips up, he pulls out almost too much and it makes a ‘pop’ sound. Chrome moans loudly trying to look only for Senku to go back in penetrating himself on Chrome again.

Senku actually laughs, continuing to make it enjoyable for Chrome. “We’re making love, Chrome” He announces, holding onto his hands. “It’s crazy right?”

Chrome nods, unable to find any words at the moment. “I feel like I'm gonna explode.”

“Do it”

Chrome stops holding that heat in his lower stomach, his face scrunches up and he spills himself into Senku’s body. Senku shudders as well as Chrome does riding this out until the very end. Senku already came moments ago so he’s collapsed onto Chrome now.

Heaving from the exertion Chrome smiles, Senku’s still moving his hips a little, that tells him alot about how he enjoyed himself.

Their first time.

It’s so crazy he never thought, never imagined this would happen to someone like him. he always thought sex was solely for creation but he never expected it to be more, be this crazy. It isn’t just about sex it’s love.

He loves Senku.

Senku loves him.

And they created that love tonight.

“Did you like this?” Senku remembers to ask, slowing things down and bringing his mind back from his thoughts.

Chrome blinks at him. Oh yeah, talking that’s a thing. “It felt weird at first but I like it. You're very good at this, I'll say.”

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IM SORRY I DIDN’T FINISH IT literally all she wrote lol i'm a slut for them

We’re just gonna say petrification and the many years that pass make it impossible to transfer disease to another body when dudes have sex :V

Senku: I’ve done some testing on myself and it appears going through petrification makes it impossible to transfer diseases which is awesome in this day and age for gay people.

Chrome: huh?

Senku: If i were to spit in your mouth it wouldn’t do anything except be gross.

Chrome simping: … (if the homie spit in my mouth i would eat that shit up)

THE OLIVE OIL BIT HAD ME DYINGKJFJDFLK FUCKDJFJDFDFOK GOD THIS IS TOO GOOD

WHEN CHROME SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW PPL COULD MAKE LOVEKJVKJFK OH MY POOR CHILD DID NOBODY TELL YOU

I have to be honest tho seeing senku being the one leading things is so interesting and different, bu tit makes sense he's a power bottom go off king

also the petrification making it impossible to spread std/sti is sokjdflkdflksd very useful i guess, gay evolution

okay this was really fun to read, thank you for the fic u made my day really, I'm always happy to read a new ship

#dr stone #senchrome #senku x chrome #rei replies

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A-Z with kazuha

character: kazuha x reader

pure fluff, complete brainrot, some angst not much tho

synopsis: the fluff alphabet with kazuha

implied gn!reader but please let me know if there are any mistakes or things i should look out for when writing gn!reader, im still learning!! <3 NOT PROOFREAD its so long and im lazy :)

A- how affectionate are they with their s/o?

kazuha is a very affectionate person, and he doesn’t try to hide it. kazuha is known for his flowery words, while kazuha loves to turn all kinds of things into poetry, its painfully obvious when one is about you. kazuha never fails to show his affection and love to you with his words and endless haikus of you. he can not stop talking about you, and even though sometimes he does it to tease you and get a laugh at your flustered expression, every time he declares his undying love for you, he means it.

B- what their s/o does that takes their breath away?

there are many things you do that take his breath away, but one thing that makes his heart do backflips is when you remember his haikus, and keep his gifted poems. kazuha has dedicated too many of his poems to you to count, kazuha himself can barely remember all of them. so you can say he was very shocked when one night you randomly whispered a poem he created for you months ago into his ear. kazuha was beyond shocked, his head never turned so fast to look at you, eyes widening. when he asked how you still remembered it, you pulled out a little notebook with scribbles of the poems and pieces of paper stuck inside with notes of dates, and the occasional doodles. you said it was so you never forget any of them, even when you were old. as kazuha flipped through the book he noticed poems from as far back as when he barely knew you. kazuha turned back to you and buried his head in your neck, attempting to hide the blush on his face as he kept mumbling i love you. his heart was swooning with love and joy for you, he knew you loved him, but he never knew something as simple as that could make his whole world stop.

C- do they like cuddling? if so, how and when?

kazuha loves cuddling so much. kazuha is honestly pretty touch starved so he constantly craves your touch. kazuha also gets pretty tired after working a full day out on the alcor or helping out with the resistance. he believes after a full days worth of hard work nothing beats lazing around tangled in your arms. kazuha doesn’t mind being the big spoon or little spoon. there are times of vulnerability where kazuha just needs you to hold him close, run your fingers through his hair and tell him everything will be okay. and there are times where he wants to hold you tight in his embrace as if he was protecting you for the most malicious forces in the world. there are also times where he simply just wants to be close to you, bodies smushed together, his hands wrapped around you with his neck buried in your collar. he tries to make you laugh or giggle so he can feel the vibrations of your sweet voice. kazuha loves to cuddle you at night before bed, he loves to fall asleep with you, the sound of your heartbeat lulling him to sleep, the warmth of your body is so pleasant and inviting. however cuddling at night often means waking up much later than usual. it means that either beidou or gorou angrily barging into your quarters to wake you guys up because you both were late, threatening to split the both of you up since you can never wake up on time.

D- what do they dream of doing with their s/o?

kazuha is a simple man, he finds joy and love in the littlest things. but that doesn’t ever stop him for dreaming- or rather hoping. he wishes one day he can walk down the streets of his hometown and show you the different sights. he hopes that there will be a day when he can see you wear a kimono, under the moonlight as he takes you up to a secluded spot to view the beautiful fireworks, although he will argue that you are far more lovely. kazuha hopes to bring you to see the sakura trees bloom, as you talk about how you wished you could’ve have seen them earlier, he wishes he can brush off the flower petals on your head before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. most importantly kazuha hopes that one day, he can bring you to visit his friend. even if he no longer is blessed upon this world, kazuha is sure he would have loved you. it is only necessary for kazuha to introduce his beloved to his only family.

E- how much effort do they put into the relationship?

kazuha pours his entire soul into your relationship, you are the only one he has left after all. kazuha believes his sole purpose is to treat you like his queen, if even for a second you feel like you aren’t loved, then he has failed. kazuha wants to serve you, though you often tell him he should try to put himself first, he’d merely chuckle and say “if i’m the reason you smile as brightly as the sun, the reason you sleep well at night or the reason you wish to wake up the next day. then there is not a thing i would change.”

F - do they want to start a family with their s/o? what is parenting like with them?

after getting over kazuha's fear of marriage (check M), kazuha wouldn't mind starting a family. although he is perfectly fine if it is just the two of you. if you want children then he is ready to learn, for you. i think kazuha would settle with one or two children, and he says he doesn't mind if you have a girl or a boy- but he is hoping on a boy. kazuha would be a great dad, apart from the fact he travels a lot and is rarely home. he tries his best to be there for you, he usually takes on jobs in the area you are staying or go on shorter trips with the crux while you are in the first few years having a child. he doesn't want to leave all the work to you of raising a young child, nor does he want to miss out those precious years of being a new parent. he loves adventuring but he loves his family too. another thing kazuha can not get enough of is seeing the look on your child's face when he arrives back after a trip, waiting for him at the harbour, flailing their arms about to capture his attention. and he can not ignore the look on your face either, so happy that your loving husband is home. kazuha can be strict but he prefers not to be, he can't say no to those curious eyes that look just like yours. i like to think that kazuha teaches your child to be a smooth talker just like him, this means they both get out of trouble a lot with you. despite kazuha's aloof demeanour, he actually has a rather playful side to him often pulling small pranks with your child on you. he tells your child stories of all kinds of adventures he has been on, your heart swoons at the sight of your child resting atop his chest trying his best not to fall asleep due to the warmth kazuha radiates. kazuha teaches your child all about inazuma and his heritage, telling them about the history and how one day he will bring both them and you to visit his homeland. the safety of his family is his number one priority, he will do anything to protect you and your child. he also teaches your child how to fight, and most importantly self-defence. if you both are travellers though, you decide to wait until your child is older to bring them on your adventures. and when they are, beidou certainly doesn't mind having a little kid running around the alcor causing a ruckus amongst other crew members.

G- what kind of gifts to they give their s/o? do they want one in return?

kazuha has always loved the sentiment of crafting a handmade gift. the amount of time and effort that goes into making something, is enough to show how much love someone has for them. kazuha also always loves to imagine what kind of expression you’d have after receiving his gift, he never asks for anything in return, well actually occasionally he’ll ask for a kiss thats it. kazuha remembers making you a beautiful hairpin, one that matched with his maple leaf haori. he gave it to you one night randomly, his hands pushing aside a bit of your hair to pin up. the way your eyes closed as he inches closer, his fingers occasionally brushing against your skin. when he finally backed away from you to take a look at his masterpiece, he was stunned. the way your face glistened from under the moonlight, you were so ethereal. his breath hitched, and the calm man sitting in front of you became flustered. kazuha made a note to always mentally prepare himself before giving you a gift that you could physically wear- if not he’d definitely blow a fuse.

H- do they hug their s/o? how often?

kazuha definitely hugs you, but i feel like hugs only happen at specific times. of course he will indulge you if you ask for it. kazuha hugs you when he misses you, when he needs you close to him. if you didn’t travel with him, he hugs you a goodbye and a hello. kazuha hugs you tightly because he knows he will be leaving soon, or he misses you so much and never wants to let you go. if someone ever makes kazuha jealous (which doesn’t happen very often), he will hug you from your waist whilst no one was looking, as he buries his head into your neck, taking in your scent. “your mine.” he’d whisper, hugging you tighter. “i am yours.”

I- how romantic are they? do they have problems with being intimate?

kazuha has very little problems with intimacy, he is a naturally romantic person. the way he speaks should be more than enough as evidence. he doesn’t get flustered easily, and he loves to see your expressions when he does something overly romantic- cheesy even, at the most random times. his poetry and haikus are often of you, he doesn’t shy away from flirting with you, teasing you, and constantly he is thinking of different ways to show his love to you. like i said he never knows what may happen tomorrow, so he is going to spend every day in the present being romantic and loving to you.

J- do they get jealous easily? how do they act?

i can’t typically see kazuha as getting jealous easily. there is often the rare occasion of him getting impatient because someone else has held your attention for too long, but other than that its very rare for kazuha to get jealous- he trusts you too much and feels like there’s simply no need for such feelings. i feel like one of the only few times kazuha would get jealous is when he’s drunk. drunk kazuha is needy and clingy, he wants to be around no one but you. if there is the slightest bit of space between you two, kazuha is determined to get rid of it by any means necessary. if you’re having a conversation with someone, be prepared to continue it another day because kazuha is whisking you away and peppering you with kisses while glaring at the person who kept you away from him the whole time. it gets a little uncontrollable when it happens, but kazuha remembers everything that happens the night before and his reaction is absolutely priceless.

K- are they a good kisser? do they like it? how often?

kazuha is miraculously a great kisser, well that is debatable from the beginning since he didn’t have much experience but he learnt very fast, and he is an amazing learner. kazuha’s everyday kisses can range from many varieties. kazuha’s forehead kisses usually linger for just the right amount of time, they are comforting and homely. it feels like you can tell how much kazuha trusts and adores you when he gives you forehead kisses. kazuha’s cheek kisses are different. they are quick and fleeting, usually he peppers your face with them, instead of a single kiss. it is playful and often filled with laughter, kazuha does it with a teasing note as his hands cup your face and pulls you closer for another kiss attack. lastly kazuha’s kisses on your lips, saved for the most romantic and intimate moments you share. often hidden from the public where kazuha can show you how much he loves you without any interruptions. they are passionate and always leaves the both of you wanting for more. he kisses you not too rough not too gentle, just until your lips are slightly plump and red. he takes your cheek in his hand, his other on your waist, pulling you close he whispers “may i?” and if you allow him, he will make sure this is a kiss you never forget.

bonus: kisses on the back of your neck, saved for the most private moments. if you have longer hair he likes to brush your hair back and place a teasing kiss on your neck, just to see you get flustered. and if you have shorter hair he finds himself often staring at the back of your neck, and just decides to indulge himself a few times with a kiss- teasing you along the way.

L- when do they say i love you? how often? do they say or show it more?

kazuha has always been more of a mix of both, he tends to show his love a lot yet he never fails to let you know he loves you. kazuha says it when it is just the two of you, when he has your attention and he has yours. he says it while tangled in your arms, under the blankets as you try to fight the feeling of sleep so you can spend more time with your beloved. kazuha shows it in his actions, even if done unconsciously, he somehow manages to convey ‘i love you’. its evident in the way he smiles for you, his eyes glistening as he lets out a hearty laugh. its evident in the way he holds your hand, guiding you down the stairs- even though you are perfectly capable of walking on your own. it is evident in the way he stares at you while you patch him up after he got hurt again, listening to your mother-like nagging to be careful. he doesn’t always say it outright, but you know, you know he loves you.

M- thoughts on marriage? how do they want to hold the ceremony?

well kazuha definitely has thought about it, thats for sure. in all honesty he is a little intimidated by the idea of marriage. don’t get me wrong, he wants to get married to you, its just kazuha has an interesting past. he’s afraid that somehow even if he’s miles away from her, she’d end up coming back to haunt him, and this time take you too. kazuha also knows unlike others, he can’t offer you the most stable life. he fled from his own country, a god literally wants him dead. he wanders around without an end destination, no real home anymore. he wonders if you really want to get married to someone like him- this thoughts are the things that keep him awake at night. if you ever help kazuha get over his fears and make him understand you love him for who he is now, perhaps he wouldn’t hesitate before popping the question. he would love a quiet and small ceremony, he doesn’t mind a grand wedding but he would prefer something more lowkey and intimate. no distractions so he can take it all in, you finally are his.

N- what are dates like with them? how often do you guys have night outs?

dates aren’t as easy to come by with kazuha, working on the sea or with the resistance means work needs to be done and there isn’t much time for going out. but kazuha makes it work, most of the time its rather spontaneous. kazuha would appear before you and ask you to close your eyes, taking your hands in his to guide you to a little spot he made up on the alcor. hidden away from the drunkards causing a ruckus on deck. he sits you down next to him on a nice blanket and asks you to open your eyes. its a cute little get up, a few snacks and sake under the stars. kazuha would apologise for not being able to give you a proper date, yet you couldn’t ask for more. he’d pull you close saying he didn’t want you to get cold, and he’d teach you about stars and constellations.

another time while you both were working hard for the resistance, kazuha showed up by your tent at night and asked you to accompany for a walk. kazuha would take your hand in his, as he carried an umbrella over your heads. he wouldn’t bring you too far from camp but he tried to make your time worthwhile. he’d tell you about the poems he made of you the afternoon since he missed you the whole day. he’d promise to take you somewhere nicer once everything was under control again- he gives your hand a squeeze and kisses you on the cheek. it wasn’t much but it was all you both had. )

O- what would they do if their s/o got hurt or injured badly? (ouch)

it doesn’t matter how hurt you got, small or big, kazuha feels his world stop spinning. his mind flashes back to the moment he watched his friend die, and he desperately tries to keep his emotions at bay. tears threaten to spill, his voice cracks as he asks where you are. he gets to you as fast as he can, he begs that his legs don't give way yet. he blames himself for not being able to protect you, he couldn't save his friend, but please not you. the moment he catches the glimpse of your body bandaged up, bruises scattered all over skin, he can not contain the amount of guilt that rushes over himself. kazuha is by your side in an instant, taking your hand gently as he lets his eyes scan over your injury. he doesn't stop apologising, he lowers his head as he lets the waterworks run. ironically watching kazuha blame himself for not being able to protect you hurts more than the injuries you have sustained. if you can, please take him into your arms, tell him it's not his fault and you are okay. kazuha wouldn't know what to do if you were gone too.

P- are they playful in the relationship? how do they mess around with their s/o?

it may not look like it, but kazuha is rather playful. especially when it is just the two of you, kazuha suppresses the urge to not tease you. he can't help that you are just so easy to tease. he likes to challenge you to little games at the expense of a kiss. he loves seeing your expressions when he teases you, or purposely loses to you at a game. he also loves to flirt with you, tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you his- even if you already are. he definitely is the type to ask you if your single and want to date him while you are dating, he says "your boyfriend doesn't need to know, so just come with me" and if you play along he falls more in love. it's also dangerous if your a ticklish person, he will often poke you just to hear your laugh or squeal. he craves to hear your melodic laugh, he never wants you to shut up. kazuha is never mean when he plays around with you though, he never crosses the line and he can read the mood well. he knows when is the right time to mess around with you, and he knows when to stop. as much as he loves it he never wants to make you mad. i

Q- what will they do if their s/o is queer or part of the LGBT community? how will they react?

kazuha doesn't mind, he believes that love is love and coincidentally he loves you for you. kazuha listens and is keen on learning your past and why you decides to be who you are now. he picks up on your prefered pronouns without hesitation and treats you with nothing but respect. if you are insecure about it, he will make it his only goal to write you a poem a day about how much he loves you and how much he wishes for you to find self love. kazuha is aware of the occasional disapproval from outsiders, and he doesn't think twice before using his vision to mess with them, knocking them off their balance or messing up their hair. he tells you that others may say what they want but you need not worry for there are many others who love you and will love you for the rest of their lives- him included.

R- how random and spontaneous is the relationship?

a relationship with kazuha is beyond random. there are moments when kazuha just grabs your hand and takes you away to some place because he wants to be with you. kazuha enjoys surprising you with things as well, if he sees something he thinks you will like, he will buy it or attempt to make it for you. when he travels he definitely brings you back pressed flowers or pretty gemstones that remind him of you. kazuha often does things for you on a "just because" basis, even if it holds no significant reason, he will give you a gift, give you a kiss or whatever you want. kazuha also randomly declares his love for you just because.

S- what do they do is their s/o is scared?

kazuha knows what its like to be scared, to feel petrified to the point its hard to breathe, hard to speak, hard to move. his world crumbles at the thought of how you may go through emotions like that. he never wants you to go through any pain, it simply doesn’t matter what causes you to feel so frightened. if it scares you, it scares you. there is no need for him to laugh at you or belittle your feelings. kazuha will never forgive himself if he makes you feel invalidated. when you are scared, kazuha will be by your side in an instant, his arms engulfing you like a warm blanket, as he whispers sweet nothings into you ear. he asks you to focus on his fingers tracing shapes onto your back. he doesn’t let go of you until he feel your heart rate return to normal. and when it does, he releases you from his tight grip to kiss away the tears rolling down your cheeks. giving you a simple smile. “my love, i wont let anything harm you. i love you.”

T- how much do they trust their s/o?

to be in a relationship means kazuha trusts you a lot. kazuha has gone through much, and is constantly on the run. there are few people he can open up to and trust that they would not leave him behind. it takes a while for kazuha to tell you about everything, don't get me wrong he knows he loves you but it isn't easy to bring something so dark about his past to light. he hopes you don't get mad or disturbed by him for keeping it hidden for so long. when he finally does tell you about his past, and you stick by him no matter what he feels his heart slowly gets put back into place.

U- do they like to take things slow or fast? (urgency)

kazuha takes things at a pretty average pace. honestly it's kind of like a write off, he knows it will take him a while to fully trust someone yet he is undoubtedly touch-starved. and when it comes to you he can't seem to hold himself back. when kazuha courts you its slow and relaxed, he never wants to force you into a relationship and make you uncomfortable. he takes his time to learn what you like and dislike, he takes his time to get to know you. and when you finally start dating he tends to take things faster, not too fast though, he makes sure everything he does is okay with you before rushing in head first. unconsciously he tends to touch you a lot, he finds comfort in your warmth. sometimes it's as simple as brushing your hair back, and sometimes it's having his hands on your thigh while you sit next to him. he just loves it so much.

V- how vocal are they about the relationship? do they want it to be a secret?

kazuha prefers to keep it lowkey. only a few people know of your relationship with him. he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him, after all he is rather infamous for escaping from the shogunate and their leader. he also is more on the private side. however its very easy to tell that kazuha is infatuated with you solely by the way he looks at you, talk of you. you can tell that he is completely smitten over you, it takes someone awfully dense to not realise his feelings for you.

W- random scenario with them! (wild card)

the first time kazuha saw you dressed up so beautifully was when beidou insisted that the both of you attended a party in liyue with her. he didn't enjoy parties as much but he thought it would be nice for you to take a break from running away, and if you were there he was sure it would be a lot more bearable. and he was right, it was. beidou had whisked you away earlier to be presentable for the occasion, kazuha himself had to wear something he wasn't used to- he thought it was uncomfortable. but the moment he saw you walk out of the room dressed to the nines, all the discomfort that came with his outfit was thrown out the window and replaced with fluster. kazuha was quick to regain his normal charm however, throwing compliments in your directions as he held out his arm for you to hold- yet not even his sly behaviour could escape your eyes, there indeed was a blush on his cheeks. beidou left the two of you to be, enjoying the food and lovely music playing in the background, yet all kazuha could hear was the melody of your voice. as the room fell silent and a slow tune began, kazuha earned a few nudges from beidou "ask them to dance" she whispered. and he did, it felt like it was straight out of a fairy tale. his eyes were burning into yours as he reached his hand out. you gladly accepted, but you never knew kazuha had learnt to dance, especially so well. you suppose everything about him is eloquent. the moment was something you'd cherish for the entirety of your life, the feeling of him guiding your footsteps along to his. his hands resting perfecting on your waist as yours did by his neck. he often made small jokes about the other stuck up guests, which made you laugh. his heart fluttered. as the song came to an end, you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. a smile appeared on his face, your action warming his chest.

"won't you dance with me again, my love?"

X- do they like petnames? do they use petnames? (XOXO)

kazuha loves using petnames on you. he likes to call you darling or my love. he finds using nicknames rather endearing, and he loves how you react with a simple "hm?" because you know he loves you like that. if you ever give kazuha a petname his heart swoons in adoration for you. he loves them! but kazuha also loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, the sound of your voice is like maple syrup in his ears.

Y- what do they do when they yearn for you?

missing you is something kazuha is unfortunately used to. given that kazuha is a traveller it is understandable why you two are often apart. when kazuha misses you, everyone can tell. especially since your absence in his life is all his poetry becomes. he muses how you are and how it hurts being so far from you. he often finds himself immersed in creating more haikus to show you when he finally reunites with you. more here.

Z- what is sleeping like with them? (zzz)

sleeping with kazuha is warm, you never have to fear the cold especially with kazuha's arms wrapped protectively around you. kazuha doesn't care whether he is the big spoon or small spoon, he just wants to be with you. if he spoons you, just make sure that he wakes up earlier than you if not he is never letting go. his grip is not too tight but still very strong around you. he enjoys being close to you and he loves how you let him be near you. if you are spooning him, please let kazuha rest his head in the crook of your neck. he loves to feel your heartbeat as he tries to fall asleep, the last thing he hears is your heart thumping every so peacefully. the smell of your soap puts him to sleep in a way he never knew it could. he loves how this time you wrap your arms around him to protect him instead, for once he feels like in your arms, he is perfectly safe.

oh my god this took so damn long???? but i didn't have much inspiration and this just came to mind. some letters were EXTREMELY hard to write so please excuse if its a little ooc i tried ;-; im glad im done tho, this honestly is the longest thing i have written in a very very long time and im really happy i did. im also pretty excited to try it for other characters i already have childe's and xiao's one in mind :) anyway!!!!!! please let me know if you liked this thank u bebs muah...

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Hello there mighty one!

May I request the bois reacting to fem!reader carrying tyem 'princess' style?

Reader looks week, skinny she looks like they don't have that much muscles. (Ironically they radiate big_D energy). She carries them like they don't weight that much. (+ Bonus points if reader acts like it's a normal thing!)

Be it a bet or one of the boys got injured or something else but reader ends up carrying them. That's literally it lol

Thank you ahead! ❤️💓

OH MAN THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY! I had so much fun with this and I really hope that it was well worth the wait thank you so much for requesting!

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Riddle

♡ Honestly, you get a serious kick out of surprising people with your strength. Everyone always underestimates you, thinking that you’re too scrawny to pick up a chair much less even try picking up a person. You always protest about it, but unless someone actually wants you to show off just how strong you are you rarely get the chance to show off just how strong you are. Your fellow students would lose it if they found out just how easy it was to get swept off of their feet - you yanked Ace up into your arms once when he made the mistake of teasing you about it, giving him a little hoist into the air for good measure and cracking up at the shocked wheeze he let out at how easily you lifted him. Needless to say you’re pretty strong even if you don’t look it.

♡ You’d been lying if you said you hadn’t at least been a tiny bit tempted to carry Riddle around if only to see how he reacts - just thinking about the priceless look on his face was an amusing thought, but it remained as thoughts because as funny as it would be you value the life of yourself and your fellow classmates over the idea. It just so happens that thanks to a certain series of events, you actually get the chance to see the scenario play out in real life, surprisingly through no fault of your own.

♡ There’s certain times of the day where the crowds of students around Night Raven College swell and dissipate depending on where you are. In the middle of the day the rush is arguably the worst to anyone hoping not to get lost within a swarm of students bustling from their classrooms. It’s the period right before lunch actually starts, and whilst you should technically be in class right now, you’d all gotten enough done that you were allowed out a few minutes earlier than usual. Frankly you were more than happy for the extra minutes - it meant a few precious moments where you could tear through the hallways and get to the cafeteria to nab a snack before the main crowds started clogging up the exits as they did everytime the lunch period rolls in.

♡ You’re humming around a mouthful of the sweet treat you’d snagged from the days menu when you cross paths with Riddle, and though he doesn’t look too chuffed about you eating food outside of the appropriate dining hall he doesn’t call you out on it. You two fall into stride retreating down the hallway from where you’d first entered; it seems that you’re both heading towards the same area and you don’t mind the company so it suits you just fine to spend a little time with the dorm leader before going your respective ways for the next class. The peace doesn’t last for very long - soon enough the rest of the classes are being let out, and you’re suddenly reminded of why you were rushing to get away from the dining hall in the first place.

♡ All you see is the dinner rush crowd making a mad dash to the cafeteria and you act without thinking. You just know that Riddle would step in to enforce at least some kind of order to the pandemonium, but even if he could scare the crowd into stopping they’re still going to barge right over the two of you at this rate, and you’d rather avoid having the ghosts scraping either one of you off of the hallway floor. You’d much rather suffer through getting reamed out by Riddle for the stunt you’re about to pull than getting trampled by a stampede of students with no sense of personal space. When you mutter a quick “sorry!” Riddle gives you a confused look, which turns baffled when you toss your snack for him to catch in order to free up your hands (he catches it, thankfully - you don’t wanna make the journey back to buy a new one.)

♡ It’s a swift motion - all Riddle feels is your hands grabbing hold of him and suddenly the world is spinning and he finds himself pulled right up into your arms as you race back the way you’d come. His shout falls deaf on your ears in favor of the curses you’re chanting under your breath as you run, shifting the dorm leader around in your arms till you find a good enough position that he’s not going to fall out of your hold as you pick up your pace.

♡ You’re fast, and strong enough that carrying Riddle is no chore at all - you could probably do this under normal circumstances with no problem, not that you’d probably get the chance to after this. That little fact can be stewed over later, you decide, instead focusing on finding a place to get out of the way of the crowds. It isn’t long before you find an open classroom, and no sooner have you skidded through the doorway do you watch the student horde race past, completely oblivious to the pair of you. You let out a breathy laugh, more than a little relieved as you lean up against the doorframe and finally cast your gaze down to the boy in your arms.

♡ Yep, you were right about the priceless expression.

♡ Okay, so maybe the sudden grab and dash had left the dorm leader looking a little more...disheveled than usual, if the popped collar and skewed strands of hair from where his head had been pressed against your chest are any indication. You’re guessing that he’s still reeling from the fact that you’ve hoisted him up and carried him away like a princess as though he weighs nothing, because he doesn’t immediately start chewing you out about your little escape. His face is beginning to flush though, reaching the midpoint between pink and that signature red that’s close enough to match his hair; you certainly don’t make things any better when you move him around in your arms again, lifting him up a little more as your head ducks down.

♡ Riddle bristles, stuttering whatever planned retort he’d had only to freeze when he realizes you’re leaning towards the snack he’s managed to hold onto as you’d run. Your teeth snag its corner and you let out a triumphant “ha!” that’s muffled as you ease back up to finish off your self-proclaimed reward. It’s at that moment a soft cough turns both of your attention to the rest of the classroom, where several loitering students give the pair of you curious looks at the display. That finally kicks things back into gear, and you narrowly avoid dropping Riddle with how hard he wriggles out of your grip, working quickly to act as though the whole thing never happened which earns him an amused snort as you resolve to finish off your snack whilst he fixes his collar.

Leona

♡ Food has become a very effective bargaining chip when it comes to bets with your fellow students. You’re pretty sure placing monetary bets would get you in trouble if you were caught by one of the staff (especially Crewel, you don’t think anyone can handle his punishments more than once), and with all the maintenance going into your dorm betting money just isn’t an option you’re interested in. Food on the other hand is always in the ballpark, and with the limited edition dishes that pop onto the cafeteria menu throughout the year, alongside some of the phenomenal cooks amongst the student body, there’s no shortage of food bribes to use as a motive to get things done.

♡ Your strength has come into play on more than one occasion, because it either leads to people trying to call a bluff and wanting you to prove yourself, or they wanna see just how strong you are. You certainly don’t mind thanks to the little rewards your feats manage to net you, plus it makes for an interesting point of conversation when you’re bored. It’s boredom that leads to the following conversation with Cater during break - being outside the only real entertainment is walking around, talking to other students that cross your path, or just lounging around till the break’s over.

♡ You’d been walking around with Cater for a while before the appeal of watching the scenery faded and you elected to find some place to sit. You’re leaning against his shoulder watching him text and swipe through his pictures to pass the time; soon enough an image of you shows up and you snort at the picture of you holding up Deuce by his legs. It was taken a while ago, and the telltale shit eating grin on your face is a testament of how amusing the whole situation had been; seeing it now sparks up the same conversation you’d had at the time - can you really pick up anyone with no problem?

♡ Eager to jump at the opportunity for entertainment, the two of you turn your eyes across the field, where Cater takes to pointing people out. Epel? Easy, but wouldn’t be too happy about it. Kalim? You’ve done it before and it went pretty well minus the fact that his enthusiasm made him damn near slip out of your arms. You answer yes to most of the people he points out to you, until his gaze lands on someone lounging under the treeline and he points them out to you. Following his line of sight, you catch sight of Leona and the two of you share a look as you huff and say that yeah, of course you could pick that big lug up!

♡ Cater asking you to actually prove it wasn’t what you expected, and you give him a doubtful glance trying to gauge if he’s joking or not. Turns out he’s not, and at your hesitation he offers a bribe to convince you, and at the mention of one of Trey’s signature tarts you visibly perk up. He doesn’t even have to pull out the treat from his bag before you’re up onto your feet and jogging right over to the treeline, shooting him a confident grin over your shoulder as you approach the sleeping lion.

♡ To be honest, you probably would have tried this at some point anyway, but Trey’s tarts are a hell of an incentive to do it right now, and it’s the driving force that steels your resolve as you approach him. You know that he notices you - you’re not exactly quiet, and while he doesn’t open his eyes or turn to look at you his ears twitch in your direction at the sound of your footfalls coming towards him. It’s only when you squat down beside him that he cracks an eye open and lets out an inquisitive grumble asking you what you’re doing.

♡ You only tell him not to worry, but that just makes him more wary given that every time you’ve said that before it’s definitely cause for concern. You end up proving him right to be wary when you shuffle close enough to actually touch him and slot your hands under his back, promptly hefting him up from his once comfortable spot beneath the shade and into your arms.

♡ Leona jolts in response and you narrowly avoid an elbow to the ribs at how he squirms about at the sudden position change; his ears are pressed flat against his head and he squares you with a scathing look as he orders you to put him back down, calling you a brat for good measure. You only huff at the dorm leader and strengthen your hold on him, making sure to keep one hand safely cradling his back as you spin around to show Cater your latest catch. There’s no missing the amusement in Cater’s face as he makes a poor attempt to hide his snicker with one hand as he holds up his phone to snap a picture commemorating the moment.

♡ Seeing the camera you flash a smile and a thumbs up with some careful maneuvering of the man in your arms, quickly returning your hands back to him when he hisses and shifts again. It’s probably not the wisest idea to hold onto him for very long, and you can tell Leona’s none too pleased by suddenly being picked up from the spot he was comfortable in, so you don’t keep him up for very long before you amble back over to the trees, setting him down as gently as you can without accidentally pulling in his tail as you pull away. This time his elbow makes a solid hit against your hip on the way down and you end up dropping him the rest of the way, keeling over with a pained wheeze as the pair of you topple none too gracefully to the ground, devolving into complaints and groans at the turn of events.

Azul

♡ It’s not entirely unheard of for Azul to stay behind in some of the classrooms once classes have concluded. Whilst the Monstro lounge is the ideal location to get things done, sometimes the patrons get too rambunctious for his liking and he prefers a little bit of peace and quiet while he works on the day’s schoolwork. The classrooms are perfect for this as most students are all too eager to filter out and go about their own business, leaving the rooms empty for people to mill in and out of as they please.

♡ He works uninterrupted for the most part, only pulling his attention away from the papers spread out across his desk to look towards the door, hearing the chatter of passing students outside though they only last a brief moment before their voices filter off and disappear as they move away from the classroom. These momentary distractions come and go so the school work is almost completely finished by the time any notable interruptions actually come this way. Unfortunately when they do it almost immediately stops him in his tracks; there’s a slam on the wall leading out to the hallway, and Azul jolts in his seat as he hears something slide up the wall getting higher and higher before it’s finally revealed.

♡ Azul watches Floyd’s head poke up from one of the overhead windows, and that’s enough to get him to pause mid writing as the pair lock eyes. Now, the Leech twins are tall, taller than most of the students in Octavinelle, but there’s no way that he should be visible so it's reasonable to assume that he couldn’t manage the height without the help of a step-ladder. That step-ladder theory goes out of the window when Floyd’s head drifts over to the far side of the window, and the Leech twin flashes his dorm leader a toothy grin and a wave for good measure as he drifts backwards and forwards in a way that looks...off.

♡ It’s bizarre, but not the weirdest thing that Azul’s seen Floyd do so whilst he does marvel at the sight for a moment or two he tries to return back to his work - tries being the key word here. Floyd makes an effort to peer through the glass, calling down to someone as he leans closer towards the window. That leads to the twin nearly slamming his head into the glass and a hand flies up to stop the would-be injury as he looks down out of the window's line of sight.

♡Floyd’s stance totters and momentarily his head ducks out of view as though he’s dropped. That’s enough to get the dorm leader to his feet to finally investigate, and he rises from his desk and works his way over to the door, letting out a sigh as he slides open the door and prepares himself for whatever trouble is going to be on the other side. Sure enough Floyd’s leaning up against the wall, greeting Azul when he steps out into the doorway. Floyd’s not the only one there though - there’s a few miscellaneous students milling around the Octavinelle students, but the main point of interest is the person standing right below Floyd, arms wrapped around his knees and keeping him up in the air as they twirl around to face Azul without even a tremble in their grip.

♡ The grin you offer him is similar to Floyds, brimming with amusement as you move your grip to offer a wave, shifting your weight around so as to not drop the boy in your arms as you do so. The raised brow and inquisitive look only makes you grin wider before a tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the person you’re holding. Azul watches Floyd motion for you to lower him which you do without issue, and once you do the younger Leech twin leans down to whisper something in your ear. He doesn’t catch what he’s saying, but when two pairs of eyes suddenly square him with a scheming look he knows all too well he takes a cautionary step backwards, folding his arms across his chest.

♡ You drop Floyd the rest of the way and turn your sights on Azul, beginning to approach him with open arms and a deceptively warm smile as you call out his name. Now he knows that you’re up to something, and moves to take another step away when you suddenly dart to close the distance and pull him towards you. There’s no hesitation in the way that you quite literally sweep the dorm leader off of his feet, tucking him close to your chest as your arms move to rest along his back and the crook of his knees - you’re carrying him like a princess, and from the wide grin on your face this was clearly the impromptu plan you’d been given by that mischievous twin.

♡ Azul splutters, completely speechless at how effortlessly you’re able to sweep him off of the floor and into your arms, and he becomes acutely aware of just how many eyes are on him as you cradle him to your body making sure that he doesn’t fall. Your strength is no joke, and you make a small show of it by twirling around, catching his hat in the process when the action causes it to topple off of his head and placing it neatly back on his head by the time you come to a stop. For a second you could almost say he looks pleasantly amused beyond the initial surprise, which only makes it all the more entertaining for you.

♡ But then Floyd steps forward and goes to take him from your arms and Azul’s desperately patting you until you finally relent your grip and allow him to stand back onto his feet. You and Floyd share a conspiratory giggle as you watch Azul straighten his outfit back out and step out of the reach of the both of you, giving the pair of you a wide berth in case you decide to try sweeping him off of his feet again.

Kalim

♡ Your strength makes you perfect for doing heavy lifting tasks when the time calls for it. Moving things from one place to another has been the jobs left for the more physically strong students, so despite your otherwise unassuming appearance you’re usually the first person people come to when there’s any kind of heavy lifting to be done. You’ve been a huge help at events as a result, and more often than not the other students leave the cleanup to you, confident in your abilities to get things back to where they need to go.

♡ This particular cleanup task had taken quite a while, but with some diligent work and a couple snack breaks you and your friends had narrowed down the leftover mess, packing what could fit into the boxes provided so that they’d be easier to transport. When the inevitable question of which people were going to take what came up you were quick to step in, offering that it’d be no problem at all for you to handle this yourself - it was late anyways, so you’re sure everyone was eager to get back to their rooms for the night. It took a little convincing, but soon enough you’re left alone with the necessary keys and wishes for good luck with the work.

♡ You’d planned to take care of this task by yourself, reasoning that two or three trips should get the job done. You’d actually finished the first trip and was making your way out with the last couple of boxes when you cross paths with Kalim, who upon recognizing your face peeking out from behind the impromptu cardboard tower all but jumps in to help. Any protests fall on deaf ears, as once Kalim’s decided on something like helping you out he’s not gonna stop until it’s done.

♡ Before long he’s taken about a third of the boxes off of your hands (he tried to bargain for more but you were set on carrying the heavier stuff) and the pair of you are off to get them off to the right destination. Kalim fills the silence with conversation as he leads the way, which given the fact you’re the one who actually knows where storage is, ends up with you having to tug him in the right direction more than once before he charges down a wrong corridor. Despite that though the two of you make good progress, and you end up getting there faster than the initial first trip, and within a few minutes you’re nearing the storage room, albeit from a different direction than last time.

♡ You’re shifting about the boxes in your arms to fish through your pocket for the storage room keys with your free hand when you realize you’re getting close. Kalim skips ahead of you as you rummage for the keys, giving you an easygoing smile over his shoulder urging you to catch up. You feign a sigh of exasperation but move to pick up your pace which only prompts Kalim to charge on ahead aiming to get to the door first, still with that easy-going smile.

♡ That smile disappears in an instant however, as when you next blink, Kalim disappears from your field of vision and your heart drops at the sound of something scattering across the floor. Ditching your effort to find the keys, you race to catch up, stopping just short at the top of the stairs and looking down to where Kalim’s sat at the bottom, shaking off the dizziness from the fall. It’s fortunately only a few steps but you still rush to close the distance, hastily placing your bags onto the floor as you kneel down beside the dorm leader to check if he’s alright.

♡ Upon seeing your concern Kalim grins and makes a point to tell you that he’s fine, hoping to ease your worries. This time the sigh you let out is one of relief and you rise back to your feet, offering out your hand to pull him up with a playful jab to watch where he’s going next time. Kalim laughs and takes your hand, but the moment he gets to his feet he yelps and leans to one side, easing up off of one foot. He must have hurt it in the fall and your expression drops watching his smile falter, brows creasing in clear discomfort.

♡ Kalim’s still reassuring you he’s fine despite the fact that he’s visibly doing his best to put as little weight on his one foot as possible. You aren’t convinced in the slightest, and after a few seconds of him talking you’ve had enough; he doesn’t notice you nodding to yourself as you roll up your sleeves, but he does catch your mutter of “Don’t worry - I’ve got this.” as you step forward and place a hand on his back.

♡ You move carefully so as to not agitate the leg more than you have to, tucking your free hand under his knees and easing him off of his feet until you’re carrying his full weight, keeping him upright like it’s nothing at all. Kalim, for what it’s worth, is captivated by the strength, but he’s more focused on asking if you’re really okay with carrying him - he’s fine, he swears! (he’s not). Paying no heed to that, you nudge the boxes over to the side of the hallway with your legs, leaving them in a messy but contained pile to avoid anyone tripping on them while you’re gone. They can be sorted later, is your excuse as you start walking - he’s going straight to the infirmary, and then back to his dorm, the boxes can wait a little longer.

♡ He squirms a bit, but that’s only so that he can wrap his arms around your neck, bringing his head close to your shoulder. Kalim knows that he’s not gonna convince you otherwise, so why not enjoy the ride while it lasts? Besides, it’s nice to feel weightless sometimes! And he’s so sincere when he gushes about how strong you are that you can’t help but preen under the compliments, boasting a little about how you’ll have to properly show off just how strong you are. Some other time though, because as nice as pleasant as it is carrying the dorm leader around, you can do that just as easily once he’s been seen by the school nurse.

Vil

♡ You may not look like you’re that strong but looks can be deceiving. You’re more built than a lot of people realize - sure, it may not look like that to others, but these uniforms do a damn better job of hiding your strength than one might think. Friends and those who have seen it for themselves know that you’re strong, and Vil is one of them; you make no show of hiding that fact, because why would you? It’s something you’re proud of, and you use it to your advantage whenever the chance calls for it, and Vil’s not one to stop you from doing so.

♡ You also don’t shy away from challenges either, if anything they’re one of your weaknesses. Confident in your strength, any time someone questions it you’re eager to jump right in and prove them otherwise. Usually they’re arguments you’ve heard a hundred times before, the same old story as far as you’re concerned, that doesn’t mean the comments don’t tick you off though. Scrawny scrapper this, all bark and no bite that, it gets on your nerves that just because you don’t look that strong they immediately assume that you’re just weak.

♡ It’s a sore topic, and as such Vil can usually pinpoint the trouble that brews as a result of such challenges because of the way you react to such jeers. He’s attempted to ease your anger about it in the past, or at least told you to go easy on said challengers lest you get sent to Crewel’s office again, and for what it’s worth you’ve made fair progress in brushing off most comments.

♡ This time it appears that brushing them off isn’t quite so easy. Your voice can be heard even before you storm into the main hall accompanied by another student, and your planned curse filters off into a hiss to just leave it when you catch sight of Vil out of the corner of your eye. The student however doesn’t let up, and the dorm head soon catches wind of what this is about when he hears “Strong? Seriously? Pff, do you even have any muscles?” Vil can see the way your lip curls back into a snarl, and he turns his full attention to the scene just waiting for the inevitable show of strength you’re about to pull off. You do this every time without fail, and it’s only proven when you snap.

♡ “Oh yeah? Well, do you think someone without muscles can do this?” Vil’s halfway through taking stock of all of the items not bolted to the floor when you spin around and stride over to him, the confident shout of “Vil!” being one of the few warnings that he gets before you’re standing before him and wrapping your arms around him. It’s quick and smoother than he thought it’d be, and were this not the first time you’ve attempted this trick on him Vil could swear you’ve practised this before. Granted, you stumble a little near the end, but that’s more so because you overestimated the swoop of pulling him up into your arms and knocked your hip into a table in the process. Besides that it’s an otherwise practised landing, and suddenly Vil finds himself swept up into a bridal carry by a pair of surprisingly firm arms.

♡ You spin back around, triumphant grin on your face as you heft Vil up even higher, like a child proudly showing off their prize to anyone watching. True, you’re strong, and there’s not a moment that Vil feels like he’s going to fall out of your arms when you’re holding him, but the lack of warning and the abruptness of being hoisted up as though he weighs nothing more than a bag of feathers makes for a jarring situation. Your shout of “Ha! Believe me now?” doesn’t make the situation much better, and Vil has to rub his temples to stop the incoming stress lines at the amount of eyes you’ve drawn to your little display in the process of your shouting.

♡ Whatever challenge had been posed seems to have been sated by your show of strength, as the student throws up their hands in a mock-surrender as they concede, shrugging off the surprise that Vil can see clear as day on their faces. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to be so brazen about showing off, but you’ve never been one to clam up when there’s a point to be made.

♡ Satisfied, you let out a huff and drop down onto one of the nearby chairs, shaking your head as you grumble “Can you believe that guy? Teach him not to doubt me next time.” It seems you’ve neglected to remember exactly who you picked up, and Vil’s swift to remind you with a soft cough to direct your attention back towards him. You look down at the dorm leader still firmly settled in your arms, lips pursing as you exhale a breath to mask your obvious realization upon meeting eyes with him.

♡ Muttering an apology, you gradually release your grip, giving him ample time to rise back to his feet and you let out a nervous chuckle when he folds his arms across his chest and gives you a stern gaze. Thankfully you’re let off with a chide of giving someone a warning the next time you decide to pick them up, but he doesn’t miss your grin as you parrot back “Next time?”

Idia

♡ Idia had gotten hurt. Those are the only words you needed to hear before you dropped everything and raced over to his bedroom, already thinking of the worst case scenarios. I mean, for a guy who spends the majority of time in his room there’s only so many ways he can get hurt, and none of them are a pleasing thought so you do your best to quash the thoughts till you actually get there to see him for yourself.

♡ When you first step inside his room nothing’s out of the ordinary, as far as you’re aware nothing’s been destroyed and besides the usual controlled chaos everything seems to have been moved out of place. Idia’s even sat at his computer chair which isn’t an unusual sight, though as you get closer you realize he’s got one of his legs pulled up against his chest, hands cradling his foot with a sour expression that morphs into discomfort each time he makes a move to roll the appendage to one side. That sour look doesn’t dissipate when he notices you, but he does jump a bit when you announce your presence by rounding the chair and leaning onto the one arm, leaning down as you ask what happened.

♡ You’ve gathered that he’s hurt his foot, you just don’t know how and as he hunches over even more in his chair you perk up, noting his reluctance. He doesn’t tell you, not at first, but with a bit of prodding he eventually caves that maybe he kind of accidentally got his feet tangled up in the wires under his gaming desk and got yanked right out of his chair when he’d finally pushed himself away from his computer. He hadn’t thought anything of it (besides the obvious embarrassment of getting tripped up in the first place) but the moment he’d tried to stand up it was clear that something had rolled the wrong way, which is precisely what led to him huddled up in his chair glaring daggers at the injured foot as though that’s going to magically fix the injury sustained.

♡ Admittedly, the image of the whole scenario would have made you laugh, but for the sake of your friend (and the fact that he glowers at you when your lip trembles trying to fight back a chuckle) you don’t, instead giving the simmering dorm leader a comforting pat on the shoulder reassuring him that he’ll be fine. Chances are it’s just sore from landing the wrong way - you’ll know for sure once he gets seen by the nurse.

♡ However, when you tell him that he hunkers down, insisting that he’s not budging; it’ll be fine if he just sleeps it off, is his argument, adding that it’s not like he can go anywhere since he’d rather stay put - what’s he gonna do, hop the whole way to the infirmary? Obviously not.

♡ You frown at his stubbornness, but give a determined huff as you hop off of the arm of the chair with a “fine.”. Idia’s surprised that you’re not fighting his decision more, but that surprise lasts but a moment until you lean down and promptly pluck the dorm leader right out of his seat. He just about chokes on his words and twists about in your arms, but you don’t even bat an eye at it as you shift him around until you’re cradling him close to your chest, eventually just settling on a princess carry for the sake of simplicity.

♡ When Idia cries out, asking what you’re doing, you merely shrug and offer “Since you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.” as your explanation. He balks at the notion, but doesn’t really have a leg to stand on when you pull him even closer to you, holding firm to make sure he doesn’t fall.

♡ His hair tickles your nose each time he shifts about in your arms, which you promptly pat back down as gently as you can as you move towards the door, nudging it open with your hip until you can slide the pair of you through the gap. You make a point of ignoring his protest of staying put until he finally relents and settles into you, arms folded across his chest as he leans back. His hair frames his face like he’s trying to hide in the thick blue flames, but even you don’t miss the fact that his expression, once twisted in discomfort, eases up into something more comfortable now that the pressure’s off of his injured foot.

Malleus

♡ You’d like to think that you’re pretty strong, stronger than people give you credit for at least. And you also like to think that your strength is appreciated by the people who know about your carefully honed skill. Lilia is one such person, as he seems to be particularly amused by just how easily you’re able to heft and move things about, be it both objects and people. He’s especially entertained when it’s people, and it’s because of your penchant for carrying people around to show off that you end up with the third-year student bundled up in your arms as you travel through the Diasomnia dorm.

♡ The only indication the others have of the event is when you promptly come striding into the room, arms wrapped around Lilia's waist and hoisting him effortlessly up into the air as you enter. Malleus looks up from what he’s doing to watch the curious display, and upon spotting the fae you shift Lilia's weight to release one hand and wave, grinning as you swivel around and begin moving towards his direction. You’re keeping the Diasomnia student upright with ease, showing no signs of fatigue or strain as you carry him around, coming to stand behind the sofa that Malleus is sitting on and leaning over with a nonchalant question about what he’s doing.

♡ Malleus raises a brow, unsure whether to answer you or ask what exactly you’re doing with Lilia first. Before he can decide however Lilia gives you a gentle nudge to be let down and you take the hint, proceeding to lean over the sofa and drop him none-too-gently onto the seat beside Malleus. The cushions bounce when he lands on them, and though disheveled from all the carrying and the drop, Lilia looks thoroughly entertained by the whole ordeal,

♡ You catch Malleus glancing between you and Lilia, and though you couldn’t hazard a guess as to what he’s thinking you lean forward and chuckle, jokingly asking “Want me to try you next?” as you rest your arms on the back of the sofa. The smile on your face falters a little when you don’t immediately get a response, locking eyes with him for a few seconds too long. When he nods you have to fight every muscle in your face not to look surprised, and you don’t trust your voice to get the words out in response, instead returning the gesture with a blank nod of your own.

♡ The last thing you expected was for him to agree, but you’re never one to back down from a challenge and soon enough you’re standing face to face with the dragon prince once he stands up and rounds the sofa so that you’re standing in front of each other. You’re doing the mental maths in your head as you size up the dorm head. It’s not picking him up that’s gonna be a problem - you’re pretty sure the Leech twins weigh more than him and you’ve been able to carry both at the same time once before (when Floyd wasn’t intentionally wriggling around in your arms that is.) It’s figuring out the best way to carry him that’s the problem; you’re not sure a fireman carry would be the most dignified look for the dorm head, and just giving him a piggyback probably wouldn’t be too effective if you want to avoid knocking his head against something while you’re running around.

♡ It takes a moment but you don’t leave Malleus standing there for very long before you take a step forward, moving to place a hand on his back while reiterating if it’s okay for you to still do this. The noise of confirmation steels your resolve and in the next moment you quite literally sweep Malleus off of his feet and into the air, landing safely in your arms; he lets out a sharp inhale at the sudden action, but is more surprised at the fact that you’re able to carry him with such ease, even flashing him a confident grin as you begin to sidle around the room, making sure that he remains firmly tucked in your arms as you do so.

♡ The experience is interesting, to say the least - Malleus isn’t uncomfortable, if anything it’s actually rather nice to feel so weightless in someone’s arms. Not to mention it’s not something Malleus has been able to recently experience, so . You on the other hand are having a great time with it; you get used to carrying him quickly, and despite the initial worry of getting stabbed in the face with his horns you realize there’s nothing to worry about - it’s going pretty well.

♡ That is until Sebek enters the room and spots you cradling the young lord in your arms, and he shouts loud enough that you all whip around to face him. You’re undeterred by the shout, if anything you just assume that the first year wants a turn so you gently place Malleus back onto his feet, giving his uniform a cursory once over to make sure he’s okay before you back away. Malleus gives you an inquisitive look, watching you as you skip away, racing over to where Sebek’s standing with arms outstretched ready to scoop him into your arms, laughing when the student all but dives out of your reach the moment you approach him.

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candescentclitoria · 3 years

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Motherly Comfort

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of a lack of a mother.

A/N: I DONT KNOW WHO REQUESTED THIS OR IF I POSTED IT OR NOT, BUT IM SORRY IF IM JUST NOW POSTING IT!! ;-;

You craved it for years. The love of a mother, the bond you never had. The hugs, the talks about future lovers, making food with her. You never had it and thought you’d never crave it, but you did.

So when you showed up at Miss Robichaux’s, bag filled with every single clothing item you own, you found a possible source for that attention. Cordelia Goode, Supreme and Headmistress. You could feel the care radiating off of her the moment she spoke to you.

“Welcome to Miss Robichaux’s, it's a pleasure to finally meet you [Name]. I’m Cordelia Goode, Headmistress and Supreme, I’ve been expecting you for quite a while. I do hope you enjoy it here.” She had said. Her brown eyes glowed with joy in that moment.

Ever since that day, you’ve done your best to help her in any way, the hope that she would return your affectionate help weighed heavy in your mind. The need for her affection continued to grow day after day, until you realized that this was your headmistress, why would she treat you with such maternal affection. She never really recognized the things you did for her, thanking you then going about her day, finishing paperwork and doing whatever Supremes did. You didn’t know.

You stopped your little task of helping her and returned to taking care of yourself.

Soon enough, Cordelia noticed the tasks she had to return to doing herself and wondered what had happened. You had been so kind about it, choosing to take her coffee cup after she’d finished drinking and washed it out, emptying her office trash can, brewing her a hot cup of tea at night so she could settle down. She couldn’t lie to herself and say she didn’t miss it, because she did. She missed her little helper. You missed helping her as well- even if she only thanked you, you missed it.

Cordelia stops you in the hall a few days later, her blonde hair up in a bun, “[Name], may I speak to you?” With a nod, you move to follow her, your hands in front of you. Your fingers fidget with each other, the anxiety in your chest building. Had you done something? Was she mad at you? No, you haven’t done anything that would irritate her.

Cordelia opens her office door and puts her hand on the top of your back, “Just take a seat. If you would like, you can fix yourself some tea.” She says as she points at the flower covered teapot, the glass designs are elegant and beautiful. You nod slowly and approach her desk, she follows and sits in front of you, pouring herself a cup of tea. “Before we start a full conversation, I just want to make sure you know you’re not in trouble. I noticed you fidgeting.”

Sighing gently in relief, you place your hands in your lap, [e/c] eyes glancing up at Cordelia’s brown ones. “I was actually wanting to know why you stopped assisting me. Again, I’m not mad at you, just curious.” She pauses and moves to place two sugar cubes in her cup. “I don’t know if it is a romantic attraction you feel for me, but if it is I’m sorry to tell you it can not happen.” You quickly protest, “It’s nothing like that Miss Goode! It’s just..” You stop and let out a shaky breath, hands clenching at the fabric of your pants. “It’s the fact that I see you as a motherly figure. The minute I met you, I felt so safe and calm. Like perhaps you could provide that type of relationship or affection for me. I’ve never known what having a mother is like, only ever having my father.” Tears begin to trickle down your face, hiccups coming to your throat. “I want that bond and I thought that if I.. helped you with daily tasks, you’d perhaps return that affection. I have no intention of having romantic attraction to you, I just want a motherly bond. I’m sorry if that makes things weird, but you radiate such a calm aura. You just have the type of personality that basically yells, ‘Hello! I’m very caring and would be a wonderful mother!’ I just want that bond, even if it’s just by reading, or helping you.”

Cordelia places her hand on your shoulder, her other hand coming to your chin. She pulls your head up to face her and she smiles when you make eye contact with her. “Wanting a mother figure in your life is not weird. I’ll admit, I’m a little surprised it’s me that you see as that figure, but I’m willing to take on that role for you. [Name], you’re young and it’s perfectly fine for you to want that bond. I’m sorry that you’re just now getting it.” You whimper and gently move to hold her hand, playing with her fingers. “Are you sure you’re okay with that? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I don’t want much, I just want to be able to bond with you. Whether it’s cooking together, reading together, helping in the greenhouse. I can als-”

Cordelia places a hand over your mouth, chuckling at your need for excuses. “I’m willing to do anything for you to have that bond. How about this? I have to run out to town to get groceries. You can come with me and buy some snacks as well and we can have a movie night, just you and me. My schedule is completely clear for the rest of the night.”

You smile and nod gently, sniffing so your nose will clear. “I would love that Miss Goode. I really would.” She giggles and places her hand on your head. “Then what are we waiting for? To the grocery store. Snacks and Movies await us!”

You giggle and stand up, pointing towards the door. “To the grocery store!”

#cordelia goode x reader #cordelia Goode #AHS #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #sarah paulson

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rosafione · 3 years

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"Come Closer."

title; How Far Will I Fall, 'Till You Catch Me In your Arms

pairing; xiao x reader

desc; you never really lacked the guts for these kinds of things, but before everything else, you valued his feelings, and most of all, his consent. in the end, it still takes two to tango.

a/n; xiao drabble xiao drabble xiao drabbleee now, he might be ooc, im not sure, but this is mostly just an hc if you guys are close— to an extent muahahahahaha

Time was at a standstill for a certain young adeptus.

For someone who's lived a millennia, you'd think two months would only feel like a second. Before, Xiao would not deny the frequency of those moments— of loneliness, and melancholy; Of time spent watching the Guyun Stone Forest and awaiting his time to strike.

Every day that passed was one spent with his guard high, back then.

And yet now, those moments seemed as if they existed in a far different time. A time before the Traveler plunged Osial into the ocean, stripping them of their adeptal duties and eliminating a cause for Liyue to seek their guidance.

Though possibly the greatest disparity from that time could be that.. It was a time before you— before he had you by his side.

You were a mortal, one he considers to be above average, yet a mortal, nonetheless. You still had times where your humanity catches up to you, and you are left vulnerable in the hands of the evil that lurks among the lands of Tevyat.

Xiao met you at your weakest; But he watched you grow into your shell.

It wasn't as if he regarded you with any special fondness. At first. You were no different from any other mortal that walked Liyue— a fragile creature he was tasked to protect, and a being he needed to steer clear off, lest he harm you with his adeptal energy. (Death from the sheer force of it was no stranger to him. He does not want to carry another human's death on his shoulders.)

Xiao had a complicated relationship with the mortal realm. It was not disdain he harbored for humans, only vigilance and curiosity.

Their realm and the adepti's were two worlds apart.

What differed you from the mortals is that you crossed that distance. And somehow, you stood before him, right in the in between.

He wonders how you do it; You've always been unyielding in his presence. He knows you are aware of his prowess, but every time he looks at you, there is nothing but fondness and adoration he sees in your ancient gaze.

You offered him Almond Tofu almost every day. It makes him anticipate your troubles, yet you do no else other than indulge him in small chats, and silly escort commissions into the mountains or the forest. At times, you'd just watch him feed on your offerings.

He knew it was a bribe, the Almond Tofu. You did it almost everyday— Until you didn't have to.

At some point, Xiao stopped denying your presence. He's warned you enough— He respected you enough to know that you were an adult, and you could think for yourself. And though the moments you'd offer him were memories worthy to look back on, he dares not seek you out.

But he didn't have to. You always came to him first.

His relationship with you only grew from there. It was no earth-shattering occurrence, that's for sure. It was a parasite that he didn't know had been rooting itself into his being so deeply that he cannot bring himself to part with it.

Though if not a shocking event, it was still a crushing revelation.

"Good day, Xiao."

The lady-in-charge, Verr, seemed to be searching for something before her gaze flitted back to his. "No Y/N today?"

"Y/N is off to the harbour for a few days," he'd answered instinctively as he walked to the usual table prepared for him near the kitchen.

"And you didn't come with?"

His slit brows raise in confusion. "Why would I?"

"Oh dear, my apologies. I just figured—" a bashful chuckle leaves her— "Since I see you guys together all the time."

He frowns at the memory. It was a realization that started his resolve to put some distance, yet it was also the beginning of your.. lengthy travels.

When your few days became a few weeks, his resolve easily yielded to his eagerness in meeting you once more.

Time used to pass by swiftly, but nowadays, a year spent with you feels as if he had already spent half of his life.

He sighs, shaking his head at himself. "Reduced to just standing around. How absurd."

"If you think standing around was such an absurd concept then why do you still reject the idea of travelling with me?"

The familiar voice wills him to rip his gaze away from the scenery.

He knows it is yours— your steps, your scent, your weight, your presence. Xiao feels you the moment you stepped into the inn. Yet he does not move, run, nor show any sign of the buzz that vibrates from inside his chest.

Yet when he sees you, you are beautiful, safe. Ephemeral.

He forgets every aching minute he's spent in the eight weeks you were not in his vicinity.

Time runs again.

Still, everything about you is slow; The way you walk carefully to his side, the way you drag your fond gaze from his, to the scenery before you.. The way your hair flows and dances with the evening breeze.

He knows. The wind has always favored you.

"Ever since meeting the Traveler, all you've talked about is travelling," he chose to say.

"With you."

"What?" he frowns.

"I mean that yes, all I've talked about is travelling—" you chuckle bashfully, averting your eyes away from his— "That is, travelling.. But with you."

His eyes widen, then hardening with a purse of his lips, before he turns to glare into the distance. "My answer will not change. I cannot leave Liyue."

"And my reply is the same," you sigh. "The place does not matter. As long as we'd be together."

It is a sensitive topic, and an inevitable taboo.

There was a line neither of you should ever cross— a line he's put there himself, and one he disdains all the same.

Silence ensues. It is a frequent occurrence, ever since you first brought up the prospect of adventuring. Stubborn and troublesome. Xiao finds himself needing to track back in conversations just to figure you out.

Mortals were such complex creatures.

And yet it was so easy for you to read him like an open book. Or so he assumes. You always knew how you'd deal with him. Even Xiao knows that it is no easy feat.

"You're always like this," he grumbles.

You do not answer, and he settles for the tranquility, all the tension leaving his body; And for once, after two months, he felt as if he could actually breathe.

He wonders how much longer he'd be stuck in this area of torment and bliss. Wonders how much longer he'll continue to drag you into it.

Wonders when you'll snap and just leave him all together.

He frowns grumpily at the thought.

"Can I?" you ask.

Xiao looks into your eyes— swirling hues that didn't return his gaze, far focused on a lower part of his face. His lips, he realizes. Your gaze had been focused on his lips.

The epiphany wills a streak of crimson to rise to the tips of his ears, and his own focus is stolen away by the pink appendage that wets your lips.

"Your question is incomplete," he says instead, feigning ignorance.

Shaking his head, Xiao crosses his arms and forces himself to concentrate on your eyes. Only on your eyes.

Maybe then, he wouldn't get so distracted.

"Regardless of how your question would go, I don't understand why you need my opinion," he huffs, grumbling. "It's your body. You would know it best."

You press your lips together. A gentle, bashful smile spreading on your face as a fond look emerges in your eyes. "My apologies," you chuckle. "It was the wrong question to ask."

He faces you to narrow his eyes at your suspicious behavior, but he's far too distracted by the way your hand lifts, trailing from the side of his neck to gently cup his cheek, and his breath hitches, eyes widening.

Warmth radiated from your touch. Xiao knows better than to reject such touches any longer when with you. So he leans into it, presses his head closer to your palm, closing his eyes and exhaling in surrender.

"What i meant to ask was," he opens his eyes to look at you.

Your gazes clash. They meld and melt into each other as you slowly raise yourself closer and closer — or perhaps it was him who'd been leaning down.

The hand that traces the tattoo on his right arm, as well as the other that caresses his face with an aching gentleness, reels him in. enthralls him. It lures him into succumbing to your presence, and his body goes through that familiar feeling of softening under your touch.

"May I?" you whisper.

Suddenly, you are leaning in more eagerly— more determined, as if with a clear intent in mind. He thinks he understands your words enough now, swirling in his mind, goes through consideration, and the one practical response he could muster with his focus in a jumble is to deny you permission.

He gulps soundly; He can't bring himself to.

Xiao thinks this is it, watching you move in as he struggles to keep his eyes from fluttering shut. He thinks it would be this moment— this moment in which he dooms the unspoken rule between mortals and adepti. Dooms the contract he's worked so hard to fulfill in service of Lord Morax, now Zhong Li. He'd doom your friendship, or whatever it is you've offered him up to this point.

Yet even then.. Even then, he doesn't say no.

He stays quiet; Waiting. Wanting.

It's funny— the mortal language, how one could switch out a letter, and a word would seem that much different.

It was true, nonetheless.

Xiao waits. Xiao wants.

He wants the closeness, the intimacy— the affection you provide. He wants your lips to meet his just to know if it is as soft as the rest of you is. He wants to see if a kiss— curious, like a child— truly lives up to the countless tales told by the experienced. He wants to know.. If you will give him those answers.

His amber eyes meet yours. He does not breathe, as if doing so would scare you away. As if doing anything would give you a response he does not want to give.

It is enough. Your noses bump for a second, his eyes fluttering closed; Your scent wafts from beneath his nose, crisp burning incense, molded into the fresh smell of the forest that is brought about by the wind.

He curves into you, a single thought shaking him to the core, making him tremble - so utterly pathetic.

'Please..'

Your lips do not meet.

And suddenly, there is too much air between you and him.

Xiao opens his eyes to see you trailing back, fidgety— you looked like a walking contradiction, twitching fingers trying to cross the distance, gaze darting between looking away or staring regretfully at his lips.

There was a crimson hue staining your cheeks, he noticed.

"Why.." he whispers, then catches himself.

The inside of his chest strains from all the emotions he has to keep hidden— all the emotions he has to keep denying.

Disappointment. Loneliness. Exhaustion. Desperation.

Xiao wants.

You couldn't believe you almost kissed him.

It was a heavy violation of contract— not that you two had ever agreed to one, but it was an unspoken compromise. It was a truth you both knew, yet continued to ignore.

So that this— whatever this was, could survive.

Archons, you almost laid it all to waste!

(Either way, any decision would still leave you with regrets, had you continued or pulled away.)

"Ah, would you look at that!" you laughed out loud in a panic, perhaps to cover up the tense atmosphere. "I did it again! I asked a question without completing it, yeah? Guess it's a really bad habit on mine!"

Xiao does not answer. You spare him a look. And you wish you hadn't.

He looks dejected, disappointment and frustration showing through his slit eyebrows and wide eyes.

As if your choice was a surprise to him.

As if he wanted you to continue.

As if.

You couldn't deny you wanted it, too. Whatever he could give you. And, more.

You mentally scold yourself, knowing you're already stretching Xiao's patience with your friendship as it is.

You have to remind yourself that Xiao is immortal, and no matter how humane he may seem, you cannot trouble him with matters such as the turmoil in your heart.

It's really hard to say anything, when all the thoughts that circle in your head is how wonderful he is. How amazing he makes you feel. How he is all you've ever wanted for the whole year since you've realized you'd developed a certain affection for him.

"Sorry, Xiao," you say, throat tightening with bubbles of emotions threatening to spill. "I should.. Go away, for some time."

( And the first thing Xiao thinks is to dejectedly reply 'Again.?' )

"No," he says all too quickly, detaching from the banister.

"No?" you echo, confused. "N-no what?"

"Stay," he says, but it is not a command. Not from the adeptus. It is a soft request; A wavering plea that reaches to you soul.

"Where?" you ask. 'How far?'

"Here," he whispers now. "With me."

You push your luck, craving just a bit more patience from Xiao.

"Close?"

You could see Xiao consider. His eyes showing his heart, but his silence showing his mind.

He gives in.

"Close."

That day was the nearest you've peered, held and embraced Xiao's soul, moving closer, and softly leaning your forehead on his, clenching onto the white fabric of his shirt as he loosely wraps an arm around your waist— under the watchful eyes of the night sky.

There is still a distance that Xiao dares not cross.

And for now, maybe it's enough.

#genshin ff #genshin drabbles #xiao x reader #genshin xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin angst #genshin fluff #yes im tormenting both reader and xiao #yes im also crying #WE NEED THESE ONCE IN A WHILE #pining #mutual pining #MAYBE IT'S ENOUGH TMT

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koishua · 2 years

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hi! not sure if you’ve ever done this but can u ship ur mutuals w/ members of NCT127?

it's been a while since i have done something similar! okay let's go!! i'll only be tagging nine mutuals unfortunately :')

TAEIL ━━ @moonbeamsung is an absolute angel, it would hurt me physically to see taeil with anyone less than such 💔 sweet. they'd be very entertaining and have all of those nice lovely vibes like everyone would be asking to visit the two of them just to hang out like??

JOHNNY ━━ @decembermoonskz now please ik izzie is a skz woman through and through but this just clicks in my brain. do y'all understand what im trying to say? this is just— so yeah giant dork johnny with sweetheart simp izzie what else can i say 😩 /t

TAEYONG ━━ @lebrookestore honestly at this point im just curious to see how brooke would actually react if they were close like dnjchc they're married, it would be a crime not to give her ty 😔✊ /j

DOYOUNG ━━ @doiefy and no i didn't pick you faery bc of obvious reasons xnjxhc i just think that dofae would be neat af im imagining dotae but make it hetero /j. please i bet you'd bicker a lot but it would be so cute i can envision this omg

YUTA ━━ @0429a hear me out with this y'all ik jae x sam is like a divine combo, but just imagine this duo for a hot minute. do you not see the power they hold? imagine them walking side by side do y'all see what im trying to explain here? also bc im very curious as to how your dynamics would be oml

JAEHYUN ━━ @kdyism now i can't say why this makes sense in my mind. it's just the vibes can you tell? please jae is so peculiar i feel like yunn would fit right in by his side if you know what i mean. man, it's been years and im still confused by how this man works, so imma be sending miss yunan who imo is perfectly on par with this menace of a man

JUNGWOO ━━ @scintillasofbeomgyu again idk if miss aisha stans these men but like if you know her then you know that this makes perfect sense gyu is woo but in a different font basically. if you know what i mean ahh one oddball next to a walking hazard 😔✊ /j /t

DONGHYUCK ━━ @bluejaem im just here to see some chaos. good chaos. chaotic neutral and chaotic evil please they would be that entertaining duo at events and gatherings. like, pls people would hate to see them apart bc then the atmosphere would be off. good vibes man

MARK ━━ @ish-city 🏃 since she biases the STANDARD of a man, i cannot help but give her marcus lee. that's just my law andi cannot be going against my morals when i do these kinds of games. also mark radiates chanyeol energy lots of times, so it makes even more sense bahahaha

#ii. ( pt ) —! anon asks.#clocking out rn bye <3 #ha this was so fun nsjxjx thanks anon!!

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goldenmalfoyy · 3 years

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be mine // f.w

Request: heyyyy im not sure if your requests are open but i am absolutely IN LOVE with the way your write and especially your fred weasley fics!! if it isn’t too much to ask id love a fred weasley x reader where they are best friends and go to the Yule ball (or something like that) and there’s like a confession for liking one another?? again sorry if requests are closed, but i love your work!! ❤️

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none :)

The atmosphere around you buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The Great Hall was filled with loud voices and whispers as everyone talked about the upcoming Yule Ball that was just a week away. But you only felt the dread at their conversations, you had yet to find a date and you weren’t sure that you would in the short amount of time you had left.

“Come on Y/N! You won’t be alone, we’ll be with you.” Hermione tried to comfort you but it didn’t help. You weren’t going to invade on the fun that your friends and their dates would have, especially when you knew that they should be enjoying their night more with them instead of you.

“It’s okay Mione. I think I’m going to just have a relaxing night.” You tried to assure her but she saw right through you which you should have expected from her. She shook her head at you and was about to open her mouth to speak again but you could hear the booming voices and your attention shifted towards them.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the two red headed twins as they entered the Great Hall, a wide grin on their faces as they stepped over to the Gryffindor table to talk to you. They plopped down on either side of you, Fred’s arm was thrown over your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him and you hoped that he couldn’t feel the fast rate of your heart.

“Good morning Y/N,” They greeted in unison as they leaned over and stole some of the breakfast food on your plate, which you expected from your best friends. You jokingly rolled your eyes at them and swatted Fred’s hand away from your plate.

“Thiefs, the both of you.” You tell them and they only laugh at your words. Fred’s arms tightened more around you and you felt the vibrations of his laugh, the happiness and joy spreading from him to you.

“You know you love us.” Fred replies. You felt your face and neck heat at his words, of course you loved them; they were your best friends, but with Fred it was a different kind of love than the one you held for George.

“Hmm not anymore. You ate my waffle,” You retort and you pulled out your best pouting face. He laughed and turned to fully face you, he had to stop for a moment as his eyes fell on you, trying to resist the urge to lean down and kiss you.

Fortunately for him, Angelina waltzed up to your friend group with a kind smile on her face. She placed an arm in between you and George and she bent slightly to talk to him. You noticed the love struck look on George’s face as she came close to him.

“My dress is a deep purple. I expect you to match Weasley,” Angelina says to George. You turn your face to look over at Fred, you hadn’t known that George had already found himself a date.

“He asked her the other day.” Fred informed you knowing that you were curious about his twin. You watched him for a moment, if George had a date then Fred definitely did too and you felt your heart sink a little at the thought.

“Am I the only one without a date?” You groaned and you let your head fall in your hands. You felt like the outcast, everyone of your friends was going to go to the ball and have the time of their lives while you had to be alone.

George quickly looked at you, noticing that you had your face hidden and using the moment to shoot a quick look at his brother. This was George’s chance to get Fred to ask you to be his date.

“Actually Fred here doesn’t have a date either.” George answers and he shoots his twin a look but Fred quickly shakes his head at his twin for springing it on him. George just smirks at his brother before looking back at you.

“Why not Freddie?” You ask as you remove your hands and look over at Fred. He just shrugged at your question, not willing to tell you the truth. He wanted to ask you, but he didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same, he couldn’t handle losing his best friend and the girl he was in love with.

“Why don’t the two of you go together?” Hermione suggests innocently. She saw the perfect opportunity that George set and she took it. Your eyes widen as you look at her, shocked that she would do that to you.

“Oh no it’s okay. Fred shouldn’t be obligated to go with me.” You tried to excuse. You didn’t want to be Fred’s last resort for a date, it would break you if you were.

“It’s not an obligation if I want you to be my date.” Fred whispers as he looks down at you. You turn from him to Hermione with even wider eyes. You could practically feel your heart stop at his words, you weren’t expecting him to actually want to go with you. He breaks out into a smile at your reaction, you looked adorable when you were shocked like that.

“What do you say? Will you be my date to the yule ball?”

“Yes Freddie. I would love to be your date.”

You checked in the mirror one last time, the yellow dress you wore complimented you perfectly. It hugged your upper body but flew out in waves as it passed your waist, tiny gold flowers perfectly decorating the fabric. As your eyes roamed over the dress to make sure it was perfect, you ran your hands down the sides to help calm the nerves that were drowning you. You were about to go to a ball with your best friend who you were in love with, how hard could it be?

“You are going to take his breath away.” You hear her say. You look up and meet her eyes in the mirror, sending her a small smile before turning on your heel. Your younger friend leaned against the doorframe, the pink ruffled dress was stunning on her.

“Mione! You look beautiful!” You compliment her as you take a step towards her. She smiles at you but she shakes her head at your words.

“Thanks Y/N but look at yourself!” She responds as she gestures her arms towards you. “Fred is going to go absolutely crazy.” She adds which causes you to blush at her words. You hoped that you would have an effect on him but it was only a wish. Fred was your best friend and that’s all he would ever see you as.

“Mione he’s just my friend.” You whispered and you shook your head at her. You notice her shoulders drop at your words and she just looks at you in disbelief. Hermione knew you were brilliant, but she just couldn’t understand how you’ve been so oblivious towards Fred’s obvious feelings towards you.

“Whatever you say.” She spoke which caused you to playfully roll your eyes at her before gently smacking her arm.

“Mione!” You say in mock anger which only causes the two of you to burst into laughter. You take a moment to catch your breaths before looking at the clock. “We should head down now.” You tell her. She smiles over at you before the two of you take a deep breath.

Soon the two of yourselves found yourselves peering over the corner, checking to see who waited at the bottom of the stairs. You easily spotted Fred, George, and Angelina waiting there for you which made the nerves feel a hundred times worse than they were in your dorm room. But you couldn’t deny how handsome Fred looked in his dress robes, something so uncommon for the boy.

“You go. I just need a minute.” Hermione whispers, effectively pulling you out of the trance Fred had seemed to put you in. You look over at your friend to see her sending you an encouraging smile which seemed to help your nerves.

“I’ll see you in there Mione.” You tell her before turning back on your heels. With one last deep breath, willing yourself to hide the nerves, you took the last step and revealed yourself to be on top of the stairs.

Fred stood at the bottom of the stairs, fixing his vest for the hundredth time. He was filled with nerves and excitement.

“Fred if you fix that vest one more time,” George began as he watched his twin nervously fidget as they waited for you. He was very aware of his brother’s feelings for you, it was obvious to everyone except you. George knew about it since the moment Fred started excluding you from their pranks, his twin always thought that everyone was fair game to be pranked but then Fred came in and told George that you were off limits, that was when he knew Fred saw you as more than a friend. “Fred calm down. You two will have a perfect night,” George added trying to ease his brother’s nerves.

“I know. I just…” Fred trailed off as his thoughts drifted to you. He truly wanted to make the night amazing for you, he wanted to make you happier than ever and he couldn’t wait to have you in his arms.

“Love her? We know.” Angelina finishes his sentence interrupting Fred’s thoughts about you. He turns to her quickly and begins to shake his head, wanting to deny her claim but he knew in his heart that he loved you. Just as he was about to respond to Angelina he felt George’s elbow sharply jab him in the ribs which caused him to send a harsh glare at his twin.

“Your date has arrived.” George whispers in his twin’s ear and gestures over to where you stood at the top of the stairs. Fred turns on his heels and the moment his eyes land on you, he swears he could’ve felt his heart stop and his breath leave his body.

To Fred, you looked beyond beautiful standing there in the yellow dress with a radiating smile on your face. You were everything good that Fred couldn’t describe and he knew that tonight he was barely going to be able to focus on anything beside you. He kept his starstruck eyes on you as you slowly descended the stairs, the nerves overtaking your body as you watched Fred’s reaction.

“Hi Freddie.” You greet him as soon as you reach him. You smile up at him since he was towering over you.

“Hi love,” He replies and his eyes roam over you once more, taking in the beauty that was now in front of him. “You look...beautiful.” You felt the butterflies overtake your stomach and the blush become even deeper at his words.

“And you look handsome Freddie. You clean up good.” You compliment as you raise a hand up to touch the yellow vest of his dress robes and the other coming to brush the hair out of his face.

“All for you love.”

“Well I feel honored. Now Freddie, shall we head in?” You ask as you wrap one of your arms with his. He gently smiles down at you and leads you into the Great Hall. Fred made sure to keep his eyes focused on you as you reacted to the decorated Great Hall, it seemed enchanting.

You shift your eyes from the decorations over to Fred who was looking at you. And you knew you made the right choice being Fred’s date. You wouldn’t want to experience this with anyone else. To be in his arms tonight, in this beautiful hall, it made your heart swell with even more love for him.

Before you knew it, everyone was crowded around the dance floor, dancing to the loud songs of the Weird Sisters. You and Fred found yourselves in the middle of everyone, jumping along with everyone else and laughing at each other's absurd dance moves. Fred’s long hair was bouncing everywhere as he danced to another song of the Weird Sisters which caused you to burst out into laughter at the ginger boy in front of you. He pointed his finger at you, signaling that it was your turn to dance as wild as him.

You threw your head back in laughter as he started to pretend to be the bass player, rocking his head to the music and accidentally bumping into the other students. You quickly joined him and followed his movements for a few moments, the goofy side coming out of the both of you. Eventually everyone around you turned to look at the two of you, seeming to be engrossed by each other.

You suddenly felt his large hand wrap around your wrist, keeping you close to him as he led you out of the stuffy crowd. The two of you are still laughing from the previous dance moves. He pulled you into a corner, hidden behind the big tree that was set up and he pressed you up against the wall.

“That was wicked.” Fred tells you as he tries to catch his breath. You shake your head as you try to get yourself to stop laughing, which loosened the pins in your hair enough to make your hair fall onto your face. You didn’t notice when Fred looked at you with adoration in his eyes and you didn’t notice when he moved his hand to brush the hair away from your face until you felt his hand resting against your face.

“Freddie,” You whisper as your eyes meet his. He was so close that you could feel his warm breath against your face, his chest pressing against yours and his other hand coming to find your waist.

“Y/N I need you to promise me something.” He mumbles but you were close enough to hear him properly. You furrow your brows at his request but nod nonetheless.

“What’s that?” You ask and your hand finds its way to his chest to play with his vest once more. You could see how nervous he was, it was a total 180 from his usual confident self.

“Promise me you won’t leave me after I say this.” Your heart stops at his words. You would never think of leaving the ginger boy in front of you, he was your Freddie and always would be. He was your favorite person and you would never dare leave him.

“I promise. I would never leave you Freddie.” You reassure him. You feel his fingers tighten on your waist as you said that. He would keep you there in this moment forever if he could. But he was about to tell you the truth and he hoped that you somehow felt the same.

“I love you. Actually no, I am in love with you. You’re just perfect in every way and whenever I’m with you, I’m the happiest whether that be studying or helping me prank people.” Fred admits. “And if you don’t feel the same that’s fine. You’ll still be my best friend and George’s best-”

“Fred stop. I’m in love with you too.” You interrupt him and pull him closer to you. A wide smile spread across his face as he processed your words. You loved him too and that made his

“Can I kiss you?” He asks his eyes flicking from yours down to your lips. He wanted this more than ever, he had been waiting a long time for this to

“Kiss me Weasley.” And Fred quickly presses his lips against yours. It was slow and hesitant, this was something new for the two of you but you soon fell into a passionate rhythm. Your hands moved down to his hips and pulled his body closer to yours while his hands found their way to cup your face. Everything was falling into place now, Fred loves you and you love him.

“Be mine. Officially.” Fred whispers against your lips once you slightly pull away for air. You smile for what seems like the hundredth time that night and the love and happiness you had began to spread even more in the atmosphere between you two.

“I’ll always be your Freddie.” Once those words were out of your mouth, his lips found yours again. The happiness and love shown in the kiss and the two of you held each other close.

Note: ahhh lol I hope you guys like this! also yes requests are open! I write for Draco, George, Fred, Ron, Harry, Remus, and Sirius for now!

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #george weasley #fred and goerge weasley

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strangeradventuresofp · 4 years

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happy together (five x reader)

requested by : @asphodelshare - omg would u be willing to do a five x reader harry potter au 🥺 like a collection of slytherin!five and ravenclaw!reader cute moments/little scenarios and everyone even the professors can’t deny their chemistry (dumbledore would be a shipper for sure) and just them being known as the badass, real smart, match made in wizard heaven couple 😫❤️

a/n : thank you so much this was so fun to do!! little bit of ooc five but obviously hes gonna be different in a different universe i think anyway. i loved this idea so much cus personally im a ravenclaw so it felt PERFECT but anyway thank u sm for this i hope u enjoy <33333

Everything started on the train. The train to Hogwarts, that is. You said a tender goodbye to your parents before stepping on to the train. You were so focused on waving goodbye to them that you had forgotten all about actually getting a seat, and they were filling up fast. Eventually, you got to this carriage that had only two other people in it, a boy and a girl. and you hesitantly slid the door open.

You cleared your throat. “Do you guys mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

“Of course not.” The girl flashed you a friendly smile and you hummed happily in response, taking your seat beside the window, sat next to the girl. Considering she had actually answered you; you felt a lot more comfortable sitting beside her than the boy, who merely shrugged one of his shoulders when you had asked.

His hair was carefully swiped over and looked as though it was made of silk. When she caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were a piercing blue, the kind that made you squirm under the stare of them. His face was chiseled kindly and he radiated with confidence. It seemed like he put no effort at all into his appearance, but at the same time, it seemed that he put every single effort he had into it. His demeanor seemed rather uppity, like he was too good to even respond to someone who had asked a simple question.

As you studied him, you watched his brows furrow in confusion and you lightly leaned over to read what he was writing down on the piece of paper in front of him.

“Three hundred and sixty-nine, point eight. (369.8)” You answered to the question he didn’t ask. He quickly snapped his head up to look at you and you sat back in your seat, offering him a small smile.

“What?” He spat, his eyes narrowing as he looked over you. You swallowed, moving uncomfortably in your space.

“I—I said, three hundred and sixty-nine point eight. (369.8). That’s the answer, isn’t it?” To your equation.”

His eyes widened in shock as they scanned back over the page he had scribbled over, biting the inside of his lip as you pulled out a book, reading it though you could feel his curious gaze on you.

Then, there was the sorting ceremony. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which you knew you was your house anyway. The boy, whose name seemed to be Five, was sorted into Slytherin, and his eyes couldn’t seem to leave you as you tucked into your food.

The start of the year seemed to go on pretty similarly, Five continued to stare at you from afar or even from beside you in some lessons.

One day, you were feeling particularly rubbish. Your head resonated with pain and the bags under your eyes could not be mistaken for anything other than complete exhaustion. When you sat beside Five for your transfiguration lesson, you had entirely expected him to make some snarky comment, or snicker at the rough sight of you, but instead he simply looked at you, offering a small smile, much like the one you had given him on the train on the first day.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

You smiled at that, nodding slightly, applying pressure to the centre of your forehead. “Yep. I’m okay.”

“You sure? I could try a spell to fix your headache if you want.” A cheeky smirk spread across his face and you giggled quietly.

“Hm, perhaps it would feel more pleasant than—”

“Mr Hargreeves, Miss L/N. Stop talking.” The teacher glared at the two of you from the front, and the entire class turned to stare at the two of you. A pink blush dusted over your cheeks and you swallowed.

“Sorry, Professor.” The two of you said in sync, keeping your heads down to get on with your work.

Just from that tiny interaction, you were pretty much inseparable from that moment on. The two of you had made a plan of the school, so that whenever you had lessons apart, you would pass each other in the corridors. You would make sure that you sat back to back in the Great Hall, so you could chat at every available opportunity. He would walk past you in potions and steal your ingredients. You would stay late in the library with each other, doing your homework and just talking. Quite quickly, the two of you were the top of every class you had, constantly battling for the very top spot.

Then there was Christmas. You had planned to go home, but something came up and you simply just couldn’t get home. Your parents were devastated, as were you. But at least you got to spend it with your best friend. Five hadn’t gone home. He hadn’t said much about why and you were hesitant to ask, but you were still glad that you weren’t alone for Christmas.

You skipped into the Great Hall, where he was sat reading a book. When he heard footsteps he looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Y/N! I thought you were going home, what happened?”

“Something came up, and I couldn’t get home.” You shrugged and he frowned, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m sorry. I know how excited you were.”

“It’s alright. At least I’m not alone.” You flashed him a grin and he chuckled, returning your smile and you took a seat opposite him. “Why aren’t you going home, anyway?”

“Oh, I, uh… I don’t exactly have the best relationship with my family.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Y/N. It’s okay.” He laughed and you smiled. Your gaze turned downwards onto the table, where your fingers were picking regrettably at the skin around your nails. Five’s brows furrowed together, watching you curiously. “Are you alright?”

“I, uh… I got you something. For Christmas.” His widened slightly, as if he had never received a gift before. You could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of a tear in his eye, but he quickly blinked it away, a confused look on his face.

“Why?” His brows knit together in genuine confusion and you didn’t quite know how to respond.

“B—Because I wanted to.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” He scoffed at your words and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, why would—”

“Five.” Your stern face made his collapse and he sighed, his eyes turning soft.

“I’ve never been given a gift before. And I didn’t get you anything, I didn’t even think about it.” He admitted and your heart simply shattered for him.

“Five, I got you a gift because I wanted to give you one. You’re my best friend. I didn’t get you a gift because I wanted one in return.” You smiled and the edge of his lip turned up slightly. He faked a yawn, grabbing his books and standing.

“I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna get to bed. Goodnight.”

Christmas morning, you made your way to the Slytherin common room, waiting outside like you said you would for Five. After a while of waiting, you sighed. You knew he wasn’t coming. Luckily, you had made chums with a fair few people in Slytherin house, and they gladly let you inside. A frown fell over your face when you saw Five sat by himself, staring into the roaring fire in the center of the common room.

“Five?” You said softly, and his head turned to you. You made your way over to him, sitting beside him. “If you don’t want it, I won’t give it to you. If it’s too weird.”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He sighed. “I don’t know what to do, what I’m supposed to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” You smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll give it to you, you can put it n your bed now, until later. You don’t have to open it in front of anyone else. Okay?” He nodded and you smiled. Handing him the parcel that you had neatly wrapped.

That night, Five stared at the present lingering on the edge of his bed with hesitance. His arm kept stretching out to then and then pulling itself back in again, but eventually he ripped off the paper, feeling awful that you had probably spent so long making it look nice, but he wasn’t too bothered. What lay inside the paper, however, had Five bubbling with excitement. There was a notebook, a book and a small envelope. The book was all about time travel, something Five had shown a frequent interest in. The notebook was completely blank, save from a little doodle that you had drawn in on the back of the cover. It was a doodle of the two of you, of him not being able to stop reading the book you bought him and you getting angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. He opened the envelope. Its contents contained a little letter you had wrote, explaining how grateful and happy you were being his best friend and taped to the back of the letter was a small polaroid photograph of both of you, that took not too long ago at all.

Five had not noticed the stray tears of appreciation falling down his face until one landed on the note he was holding, and he gasped, swiping his tears and blowing on the paper to dry it out. He didn’t know why, but he felt comfortable being vulnerable around you. He felt comfortable showing his emotions, he had felt it from the very first time you had met. Something in his heart told him you were a good person and you wouldn’t leave him.

The next three years carried on the very same but what was different in your fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament. You planned on asking Five to the Yule Ball, or rather you hoped he would ask you, but when he did nothing of the sort, you decided to start dropping hints yourself.

“I got my dress for the Ball. Have you got your dress robes yet?”

“Y/N, I’m not going to the stupid ball!” He snapped, completely unnecessarily rudely. You sighed, clearing your books off of the desk before clutching them to your chest, walking back to your common room without a word. It was at that moment when a boy from your own house decided to ask you to the ball, and you gladly agreed, your heart burning with excitement that you would actually get to go. You would much rather go with Five though. Your heart fluttered when you imagined the two of you dressed up, holding hands while you danced together. Years of close friendship had led to you developing deep feelings for him. But regardless of how you felt about him, you were going to the ball, whether he was going to take you or not.

The night finally arrived, and you stood at the top of the stairs before the entrance to the Great Hall. You looked incredible. Five’s eyes landed on you in no time at all, an incredulous look slapped across his face. His jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes scanning every inch of you, his heart thumping vigorously. His face fell when he watched you call out to your date.

“Sorry, Y/N. I said I’d actually go with Allison.” Your date wandered off, hand in hand with another girl and you frowned, tears welling your eyes. Storming away, you swiped angrily at the tears falling from your eyes. All you wanted was a simple dance and a nice evening. Your head fell into your hands as you sat on the steps, hot tears steaming from your eyes. A soft voice called out from behind you and you quickly wiped away the tears on your face, plastering a smile in your face as you turned around.

“Five! I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, blinking away the new tears that formed in your eyes, glancing over his frame covered in his dress robes. “You look nice.”

“Y/N, I saw. Are you okay?” A deep sigh left your lips at Five’s words, and he came to sit beside you.

“Yep. I’m perfectly fine. Y’know, I didn’t even wanna go to the dance in the first place.”

“You don’t? Oh, well that’s too bad… I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go with me.” He gently took your hand in both of his, intertwining your fingers and your eyes lit up, receiving a smile from Five.

“Are you serious? I—I thought you didn’t want to—”

“I changed my mind.” He cleared his throat after a while, speaking in a whisper. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes locked with his as you tilted your head up to his, gently pressing your forehead against his. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips and slowly, his face was drawn closer to yours, the temptation and want too huge for him to bear. When his lips found yours, the two of you were in a complete heaven, your lips moving together so generously, at a gentle but steady pace. The hands came up to hold your cheeks, holding your face close to his, both of your hearts racing at a lightening speed while the world around you turned to slow motion.

When the two of you finally announced to your friends that you were dating, you were met with a sea of ‘finally’s and ‘it’s about time’s. All you would do is chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to Five’s cheek and he smiled. You were happy. Five was happy. You were happy together.

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clownsgobeepbeep · 2 years

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how do you think Audrey would react to the other slashers. And if thats too long can shorten it to those of your choosing. Im curious because Audrey unlike the creature will have ways to communicate

@post-itpenny 'Cause some of yours are in this

Johnny: This man is a scientist but not like Thaddeus, so Audrey would not really mind Johnny. In fact, they really wouldn't have any thoughts on Johnny(apart from a slight dislike for killing their mate, but I guess this applies to everybody).

Thaddeus: Immediately thinks that Thaddeus is like those government workers who attempted to experiment on them and such, so Thaddeus is a definite no in Audrey's book unless he can prove himself otherwise(which he will not care for so there will be no attempt). No Audrey is not afraid, they will just see Thaddeus as an enemy.

Vasiliki: Audrey had to spend most of their life alone since their entire species was basically killed off, so they can understand the loneliness Vasiliki feels and would instantly connect with her. These are definitely going to be friends. She no doubt takes her mask off when around Audrey because, will a monster really judge when they perceive no imperfections?

Gisela: She seems like she doesn't have very much ill intent. I really have no way of describing this but I know that Audrey wouldn't mind Gisela. Like it just seems like there'd be a click and Audrey tolerates/likes Gisela. I guess you could compare it a bit to my Philip and Akane responses uwu Also, I feel like if Giela asked for mushrooms from Audrey, they’d oblige X3

Andre: K I L L

Apophis: Would feel that there is some kind of negativity radiating from Apophis and would not take a liking to it obviously. They also do recognize as Apophis as being another monster so he can take that as he will. Would attempt to show dominance over Apophis whether he likes it or not. I'm just saying, snakes are like spaghetti to Audrey. Especially venomous ones.

Creature:Audrey won't immediately do the whole hissing stuff like Creature would, would in fact first see what Creature does. As Creature shows aggression...you know how those chihuahas bark at a big dog and immediately cry and run when the big dog barks back? Yeah, that's it. Shows dominance with a single roar and makes sure the message gets through to Craeture. Audrey is the godamn King Of Monsters. Audrey is Godzilla.

Irene: Takes an immediately disliking towards Irene. Like literally her vibes alone will feel off and they just won't like her. Audrey can't speak but they can mimic sounds and the one they would mimic when seeing Irene is...Karen.

Leilah and Adam: I really feel like these two would be tolerated JUST because of Duncan. However, Audrey will still have expectations over these two. Duncan can pet, these two will have to earn it and everything else.

Duncan: Audrey is going to sense that, even though Duncan is a killer, he acts so kind. Like Duncan will just think "Big dog!"(but not big dog since there is still a level of intelligence) and proceeds to fucking pet. Audrey will be confused but come to the conclusion that Duncan is somebody they are alright with. I mean, heck, Duncan provides donuts and that is just fucking fantastic.

Blair: Same with Thaddeus, is but an enemy. Knows Blair is a circus person and circuses tend to have animals. Audrey views the circus just like the government labs, not good for their kind. Well especially dislike Blair is he is seen with a whip.

Lady Oni: She seems like she'd want to fight Audrey. So Audrey will fight. Attempts to assert their dominance. How would that go? I honestly have no idea.

Akane: Danny had to go through some shit before her story with Audrey starts and Audrey knows this, so they would understand that Akane has dealt with great pain as well. This is another slasher Audrey would be alright with. If Akane is merciful when it comes to Danny, you can bet Akane will find a friend and ally in Audrey.

Philip: From what I have gathered, Philip seems like a friend of the forest and a friend of the forest is a friend of Audrey's. Same with Akane, would be a total friend if Danny is shown mercy(or they at least attempt to, Audrey can understand that).

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Call Me Daddy (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

{i imagined scruffy sojourn michael w this one but i left the description kind of open so yall can imagine whichever teehee}

Summary: Michael is about to become your step dad and the two of you have an unusual relationship…

Warnings: DADDY KINK DUH, smut, dirty talk, fingering, vaginal sex, dom!michael, hickies, rough sex.

WC: 5.5k

A/N: ive done the unforgiven… omg.

this is a different format from my other stuff. i didnt see anyone doing this and yall know me and my daddy issues I HAD TO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE anon me, message me, whatever, if you want more parts cuz im down.

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You had an average run-of-the-mill life with your mom. The two of you lived in a sizable suburban Los Angeles estate; your mom worked for most of her waking hours to keep you comfortable and you worked your ass off to stay in your top college. You had a few friends that would pop into your life when your mom left town, a few boyfriends here and there, even your mom dated around. Everything felt normal until Michael came into the picture.

Your mom has been dating Michael for a few months now, but every time he’s around he brings an eerie feeling along with him. Despite being nearly half her age, he has the soul of somebody from the eighteen hundreds. The way he composes himself, how he speaks with the utmost confidence and how his stares linger too long; his glacial blue eyes always watch you like he can see right through your clothes.

You’ve been skeptical of him since the day you met him. When you shook his hand and accidentally removed one of his large rings, he nonchalantly told you to keep it. You decided to sell the huge diamond-encrusted Cartier ring and use the twenty thousand dollars to help pay for college.

Since then you’ve avoided the two of them in protest of their relationship. You knew it was juvenile to evade them, but the man turned you on more than you’d like to admit. His soft-waved blonde hair, fluffy lips, jawline for days, prominent cheekbones, and how can you forget the eyes… Everything about him looked planned, like he was designed to be flawless.

On a mundane weekend morning, your mom calls you from downstairs. “Y/n!” her voice echoes through the halls.

You stop reading your favourite book and take out an earbud. “Yeah?!” you yell back, looking up from the pages for a moment and waiting for her to say something else, but the house is silent. You pretend to ignore her call and go back to the story.

“Y/n!” your mom yells again.

You sigh and drop your book, rolling off of your bed and skipping down the stairs to see what fresh hell awaits. As you approach your mom, who’s opening her mouth to call you again, you smell something unusual. Something you haven’t smelt since your dad left. Cologne.

“Honey, he’s here,” your mom whispers to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You try turning away to run back to your room, but your mom stops you. “Can you be nice for once, please?” she begs, squeezing your shoulder.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with,” you groan and shimmy her hand off of your shoulder.

Michael works at the dining table, setting up three plates and utensils. You’re planted to the ground in awe, you’ve never had to eat dinner with the two of them before. It crosses your mind that they must be confronting you about bypassing them these past few months, your fight or flight response is already kicking in.

Michael looks up at you, finally acknowledging you and capturing you in his ocean blue eyes with a nanosecond of contact. Your mom moves in between the two of you and takes some food out of a paper bag. “Michael and I wanted all of us to eat dinner together,” she skips to stand beside him. You widen your eyes at her and cross your arms in objection. She widens her eyes back, you can practically hear her nagging you to be polite.

Michael puts his arm around your mom. “Your mother and I thought it best for us to… start acting like a family,” he says.

Your eyebrows shoot up and you can’t hold back your smile. “A family?” you laugh. You purse your lips and start walking backwards, aching to escape Michael’s spell. “Mmm, I think I’ll pass,” you turn around to start walking away.

“Y/n,” your mom snaps. You stop in the middle of a step and twist back towards them, taking small, reluctant steps to approach their little function. “We have something to tell you,” she says and immediately after, vaults her hand out to you.

You take it hesitantly and look at her, still trying to figure them out and failing. “What?” you ask.

“No, honey, look at it,” she rolls her eyes, “look at my hand.”

You gawk at her hand, her third finger is dressed in a huge diamond ring. It looks big enough to pay off your whole house. You unintentionally let out a dramatic gasp and drop her hand, she continues to hold it up for you. “It’s the bloodiest diamond he could find in the LA area,” she explains, “We’re in love.” She smiles and places her hand on Michael’s chest, looking up at him with hearts in her eyes. He gifts a small kiss on her lips.

You scoff and shake your head. Any tension that you felt from Michael has dissolved. He’s been dating your mom for five months, five fucking months. Who does he think he is? Are they both nuts? “You’re joking, right?” you ask, completely stunned by how brash the whole situation is. “Are you guys pranking me?”

Michael grins at you, it makes you melt and you hate yourself for it. “Call me daddy,” he sneers.

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It’s a quaint Wednesday evening when you decide to take a break from studying and grab a snack. You’re scrolling through Tumblr when you walk out of your room and smash your face against a sturdy chest. “Jesus!” you gasp, looking up at Michael standing in front of your door; one of his hands is in a fist, ready to knock on your door, while the other is behind his back. “You scared the shit out of me!” You playfully push his chest away from you, trying to shake off the sudden rush of adrenaline.

He drops his fist as he stumbles back slightly. It’s the first time you’ve talked to him since they announced their engagement. Michael moved in about a month ago and it’s been hard to ignore him since he sits, day in day out, typing away on his laptop in your living room.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “But I have to admit it’s nice to hear your voice again.”

You lean against your doorframe, trying to act casual as if he hadn’t just knocked the wind out of you completely. “Did my mom come home from work or something? She send you here?” you ask, declining his attempts to meet your eyes, instead you stare at his lapel.

“No, I got you something,” he explains, wiggling the surprise behind his back.

“Another Cartier ring?” you joke. “Oh, or is it a new girlfriend? Because that would be even better.” His eyes find the ceiling in annoyance and it feels rewarding, you were starting to think he couldn’t be cracked. “Did you get me an apartment, so I don’t have to live with another failed marriage?”

“No,” he snaps back, starting to sound impatient with your infantile attitude. You straighten up at his belligerent tone. He slides into your room, keeping the gift hidden behind his back. “It’s thoughtful, something I know you’d like, but… if you’re hellbent on loathing my existence, why should I be so kind?” he asks. He somehow manages to speak reserved, yet impossibly intimidating. Every word that leaves his lips demands to be heard, it sends chills down your spine. “Right?” he prompts.

You take in a breath. “Right,” you force yourself to agree, mostly because you’re curious to see what the present is. Another part of you is getting bored of acting like a hermit and going days without social interaction. “Obviously it feels weird; I barely know you and you’re becoming my dad and you moved in, everything just seems so fast,” you explain yourself. You saunter back into your room to meet him. “I’ve been a bitch. I’m sorry, Michael. Seriously.”

He takes a step closer to you, you’re only inches apart. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and fight the urge to wrap your arms around him. “We’ll work on ‘Michael’ later,” he replies. You’re about to question what he means by that when he takes the present out from behind his back. He holds a black bag in between the two of you and you immediately recognize the store. “I heard you on the phone with your friend about something red, lacey, with a bow. I think I found it…”

You take the Victoria’s Secret bag from him without saying a word. You have no words to say. You don’t know if you should thank him or refuse the gift or slap him for listening to your personal conversations. Your mind races wondering if you’d gossiped about his good looks on the phone with your friend.

You silently pry open the bag and paw through the lingerie, mountains of cute panties and bras, digging through things you were never able to afford but always wanted. And, of course, Michael bought the red, lacey one piece you were talking about with your friend. There’s a stillness in the room as you look through the bag. “You bought all of this for me?”

“Yeah, I can’t see how your mom would fit into any of those.”

All of the pieces are just your size, it’s the perfect gift… just not from your stepdad. “How did you even know my size?” you stop looking at the bag and make the mistake of falling into his eyes.

“I went through your clothes,” he carelessly shrugs.

You drop the present by your side. “You went through my clothes, like, my lingerie?”

He slowly nods his head, acting as if it isn’t strange for him to invade your privacy how he did. You huff and he begins looking agitated with you again. “Would you like if I returned all this stuff? I thought you’d like it.”

“I do,” you mutter and kick the bag away from him, you’re not jeopardizing this gift with your uncontrollable sass.

“Good,” he spits back.

“Just… don’t think you can just buy yourself into the family,” you mock. You catch yourself subconsciously crossing your arms over your chest to give yourself a breast lift, but you don’t stop.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he smirks. He looks down at your cleavage and it feels like all the air is sucked out of the room. “You have quite the collection of lingerie you keep hidden at the bottom of your drawers,” he observes, “like a dirty guilty pleasure.” You peer up at him, again trying to read him, and again failing. He uses one of his fingers to hook onto the thin fabric of your shirt, your tits are practically pouring out and begging to be the center of attention. He tugs at the fabric, looking under your shirt and inspecting your boobs suffocated in one of your intimate Victoria’s Secret pickups. “Kitten’s all dressed up?” he whispers, his fingertips graze the embroidered details.

You bite your lip, anticipating the second he’ll rip the bra off your chest. “It’s all for you,” you tease, pushing your tits together even more, “I’m always dressed up for you, Michael.”

He breathes in, groaning under his breath. “I thought I told you,” his voice is low and intimidating, “call me daddy.”

You’re drinking in a breath of his cologne, shifting onto the tips of your toes to give his soft lips a rugged kiss, when the sound of keys rattling downstairs takes you out of it. Michael still stares at you, his fingers continue to linger over your clothed tits. “Michael!” your mom calls from downstairs.

You look up at him with fear in your puppy dog eyes and Michael grins. He shoots you one last, knowing, glance before leaving your room. He leaves you without saying two words. “Yeah, babe,” he answers your mom, closing your bedroom door behind him.

What the fuck just happened?

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Holding back your gags, you grasp your friend’s hair as she projectile vomits peach schnapps into an expensive toilet bowl. Her phone rings in her pocket and you huff, digging through the pockets of the leather jacket you lent her and pulling out a vibrating iPhone. You pick up the phone with an ill “hello”, answering too late and looking down at the screen. She must’ve ordered an Uber a while ago, there’s a ton of notifications that the driver’s outside. “Oh shit,” you mutter under your breath. “Your ride is here!” you yell at her, trying to pull her onto her feet.

“What?!” she yells into the toilet bowl.

You roll your eyes and lean down beside her ear, “I said, your ride is here!” you yell over the thumping music.

Your friend stumbles around, trying to stand up in her six-inch heels. You pull her onto you and her head rests on your shoulder, she goes limp against you. “Stop, come on!” you shout over the music. “You have to g-”

You’re cut off by your friend puking onto an expensive mini dress you bought for tonight’s party. This shindig was supposed to be a fun little escape from your school life, your home life, Michael, all your stress. You expected to make new friends, meet hot guys, but instead you came an hour late and have been nursing your friend the whole night. You’re seriously going to kick her ass tomorrow.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, her breath reeking of throw up.

You toss her arm over your shoulder and start walking her out of the bathroom. “I’m going to kill you tomorrow, you know that?” you say in her ear and she lets out a small, apologetic whimper.

A cute guy who was talking you up earlier approaches the two of you. He holds two red cups in his hands and shrugs when he sees you. “What the fuck, y/n? You disappeared on me!” he talks to you over the bass-y music. “I got our drinks!” he shakes the cups in his hands and hands one over to you, as if completely ignoring your drunken friend hanging off of your side.

Your friend staggers, nearly bringing you down with her. The cute guy helps you pick her back up and you sigh, annoyed at how much of a disaster your night has turned into. He knits his eyebrows at your sour attitude, then finding the vomit on your dress, he looks back up at you. You see his doe eyes grow apologetic when he mouths a weak “sorry” to you, stepping out of your way. You shake your head as if telling him it’s fine; you just wish you had more time to get to know him.

You continue dragging your friend along your side and hear someone call out your name from behind you. You whip your head around; your hair irritatingly sticks to your lip-gloss. “Hope to see you again!” he calls after you. You nod in his direction and resume walking your friend, who is nearly passed out on your shoulder, to the front door. When you walk out of the house, you’re assaulted with the smell of salt water. Despite this night turning into one of the most frustrating nights of your life, at least you got to visit a Malibu beach house.

A big, black SUV is parked outside of the house and you rush her to the door. Opening the backseat and stuffing her inside the seats in the back. “The app says where you’re taking her, right?” you ask the Uber driver, your voice sounds muted from being struck by loud music all night.

He nods and reads out her address. “Y/n,” your friend slurs, gripping onto your arm with all her strength, “you’re a really nice… you’re a… you’re a really good friend, you know that? Like, seriously,” she pauses to hiccup, “thank you for taking care of me tonight.” Her words are so slurred that it’s nearly impossible to make out her compliment, but you just nod in hopes it’ll get her to let go. She drops your arm and hands you your pricey leather jacket, bunched up in a ball, before shutting the van door.

You throw on your jacket, protecting yourself from the ocean’s breeze, and watch the van drive away when you notice a familiar car parked across the street. The SUV blocked a four-seater Maserati parked on the other side of the road. Michael’s sedentary in the driver’s seat with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You balance yourself on your ridiculously tall heels and stomp over to his car. He doesn’t even see you coming, he’s leaned back in the driver’s seat reading a book.

You crouch down and knock on the glass of his window. His eyes meet yours for a second and he slowly rolls down the window. A mob of cigarette smoke escapes the car and he chucks the stick onto the pavement. You’re both quiet for a few moments, the crashing ocean waves fills up the silence. “How did you know I was here?” you ask.

He finally puts down his book and looks at you. “Just trying to be a good dad,” he responds.

“Ugh, ew,” you groan. “You’re my step dad.”

He adjusts his seat to start driving, his eyes looking you up and down as he does. “Looks like your night went a little… rough,” he jokes and nods towards the puke on your dress. “You need a ride?”

You look back at the party. As much as you wanted to live up the night, you’re already in too much of a bad mood to go back in there. It doesn’t help that your new dress is covered in puke, too. You turn back around to Michael, he awaits your answer with a cocked brow. “You can’t tell mom,” you sigh, walking around the car to get into the passenger’s seat. The luxury car’s butterfly doors obnoxiously open up for your entry. “Not a word,” you assure him as you slide into the leather seat.

He starts up the car and one of his Led Zeppelin albums begins to play. “I picked you up at the library,” he quips.

He starts driving along the empty coast and you decide to skip the seatbelt, you don’t want to dirty his car with your friend’s retch. His eyes glance over to your seat for a moment, he notices you second guessing the seatbelt and puts a hand on your thigh. You look up at him and intuitively try to tempt him, biting your bottom lip and batting your lashes. “I’ll protect you if we crash,” he whispers, his fingers lightly caress your thighs.

You put your hand on his and slide him further up your leg. He keeps one hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, but when his eyes do meet yours, it makes all the nerves in your core feel like a wave pool. Your dress is short enough for him to reach your panties without any hassle. Your hand is on his when his fingers begin to rub your pussy, still dressed in a pair of panties he bought you. “Baby’s already wet for daddy,” he says under his breath, kneading your clit in small circles.

You feel your stomach erupt with butterflies, you’ve never felt a nervousness so intense before. A rush of thoughts suddenly violates your mind, you try to shut them up but they keep coming. This is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. You’re disgusting for enjoying this. His fingers have been in your mom before.

You dig your nails into his skin and pull his hand away from you; bending over in your seat and clutching onto your stomach. You only had one drink tonight, you shouldn’t be feeling this sick.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stutters, “are you okay?”

“I think I need air,” you grumble through the sudden sickness. “Can you pull over?”

Michael only takes a minute to find an empty parking lot on the beach and pull into it. You get out of the car without saying a word to him and take off your heels, throwing them into the backseat of his car. You’re already starting to feel your anxiety subside as you shuffle through the cool sand and pace towards the erratic waves crashing on shore. This is one of the reasons you loved LA, the tons of tiny, empty beaches. The ocean at night, and how it constantly smelt like salt water, how it relaxed you.

The breeze blew through your hair, a part of you felt like running into the crashing waves, but a voice took you out of it. “Y/n!” Michael called behind you, over the sound of the whistling wind. He trudges in the sand to get to you; you faintly snicker at his dedication. “Are you okay?” he asks once he’s closer to you.

When you see him, face glowing in the moon light, golden locks blowing in the ocean breeze, face twisted with concern, it all settles. Everything feels like it’s in the right place. Your stomach, although still turning with butterflies, no longer feels sick.

There’s a pause between the two of you; both of you deciding to admire each other instead of the beautiful ocean view beside you. Then, it feels like everything clicks. Like the two of you mentally communicate your longing for each other, your desire. Both shutting your eyes and diving in for a kiss at the same time.

His lips smash against yours, sucking your face, and his tongue quickly invades your mouth. He kisses you like he’s craved your lips for years, passionately cleaning up your mouth with his eager tongue.

Michael works your jacket off of your shoulders and you shimmy it to the ground. He unzips your dress, the zip running along your naked back sends a shiver crawling down your spine. He abandons your lips for a moment to pull down your dress, exposing your bare chest and expensive panties. You’re too lost in lust to even realize you’re half naked on a public beach.

You’re both panting and releasing all of the built-up sexual tension. He stands back up and kisses you again, his hands cup your ass and he gives an echoed smack; his fingers creep down your legs. He grabs onto the back of your thighs and hoists you up, you lightly yelp into his mouth and wrap your legs around him. His large hands hold you up and he leans down, resting you onto the jacket you’ve thrown onto the sand.

Once you’re laid down, he begins rubbing your pussy again. His cold rings adding a different sense of pleasure as he rubs you into entropy. He slides your feeble panties to the side and spits down on your cunt, shoving his finger inside you. You moan at the sudden intrusion, taking in a breath of the salt-scented air. “That’s it, baby girl,” he whispers, adding in another finger, “I want to hear you moan for daddy.”

You take in a breath and whimper as he curves his fingers inside of you, slowly pulsing against your g-spot. He touches you as if he already knows which parts make you crumble. “Ooh yeah, daddy,” you cry and grind on his fingers, pushing him deeper inside you, “right there.”

“You’re my dirty little slut, huh?” he asks, gliding in another finger. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Little girl likes to get fucked by her daddy?” He adds another finger, completely stretching you out. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you can’t reply. “I asked you a question.”

You meet his cold eyes for a second, before you throw your head back in pleasure. “Yes!” you breathe out, feeling the heat rise in your body. Your sensitive cunt throbs under his gluttonous fingers, persistently fucking you and begging for more. “Yes, oh, keep fucking me just like that, daddy!”

His fingers find a rhythm inside of you, constantly bringing you to the brink of climax and slowing down. “Such a dirty little girl,” he teases and spits on your soaking cunt. He pulls out his fingers and holds them to your lips. You grab his hand and suck on his long fingers, tasting the cool metal rings mixed with the sweet taste of your pussy.

You sit up and lock your lips with his again. Both, you and Michael, unbutton his shirt; you want to feel his flesh against yours as soon as possible. When you get to the bottom, you slide your hands up his body and square the shirt off of his shoulders. His perfect, porcelain skin shines in the moonlight. You want to appreciate it for a moment, but he’s already unbuckling his belt.

He’s propped on his knees, unzipping his black pants and bringing them down to pull his erection out of his briefs. It springs out when you start grabbing for it, he moves back and clicks his tongue. “My greedy little girl,” he mocks, “you don’t get a taste until daddy says you do.”

He pushes you down with one of his hands. His touch is so delicate, yet so commanding. Everything he does is done with conviction and a power that only you could dream of, he is inherently dominant over you. He strokes his long, girthy length over you, you’re practically drooling at the sight. He spits on himself and rubs it into the head. “Spit on it,” he orders.

You sit up and weakly spit on the tip of his cock; it’s too late when you notice your mouth is dry from nervousness. He shakes his head. “You’re so pathetic, you can’t even spit on me right,” he sneers, divorced from the nasty words leaving his lips. He presses his dick against your folds and your fingers curl into your jacket, awaiting the moment he plunges into you. “Say the word, baby girl, say you want me,” he’s lingering at your entrance.

“Please,” you whine, your pussy is beating against his hard cock, “please dad.”

He pushes his head inside you and you grab his arms for support, digging your nails into his skin. He’s so thick, you’ve never felt something so large obtruding your tight cunt. He moves in slowly, reading your stunned facial expressions to see if he should continue stuffing himself inside of you. You let out tiny weeps as he digs deeper into your hole, but you can’t manage much more.

Michael thrusts himself into you until he’s balls deep, even he can’t help but groan. “My little girl is so fucking tight,” he grunts under his breath. He starts to hammer himself into you, going so deep that you feel like pushing him back, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. His cock is so thick that it hits every nerve you could imagine; it’s hard to gather a single word.

He lets out a small chuckle at your reticence. “My innocent baby’s never felt a real cock before, huh?” he taunts, still pounding his length into you. You open your mouth to speak, but settle on shaking your head. One distinct tear runs down the side of your face while stifled cries pass your trembling lips with each time his balls smack into your ass. “You’re taking me like a good fucking girl,” he admires, “my good little slut.”

He lifts up your leg and rests your foot on his shoulder. You’re twisted onto your side, trying to look over your shoulder to see how vigorously he pounds into your cunt. Michael’s new positioning hits exactly in your g-spot, you feel your leg shaking under his grip. “H-holy shit,” your voice trembles, you let out a built-up breath. “Keep going, daddy! Right there, right there, I’m so close,” you’re begging, voice is flooded with desperation. You don’t care how childish you sound, you want nothing more than to come all over Michael’s big dick. “Don’t move, please, please,” you grab onto his arm again.

Tears overflow your eyes when you look into his. Just seeing his determined light blue eyes peering back at you makes you unravel even more. He has no remorse for how weak he’s making you, how vulnerable you’ve become, his unmistakable dominion turns you on.

He listens to your wails, finally granting you the satisfaction you’ve been begging for and plows into your g-spot. Your grip on him gets tighter as he thrusts harder, you’re almost certain he’s going to leave some swelling deep inside your cunt. “Your dick is so, fucking, good,” you breathe in between thrusts.

Michael doesn’t give up, keeping up the same pace and fucking you exactly how you want him to. You’re about to praise his long cock some more when you’re thrown into climax. You try looking back up at him, but you can’t say a word; your mouth hangs wide open with nothing but small chokes croaking out. He can see how dazed he’s made you and shoves your face into the ground, pushing your nose against the leather of your jacket. “You’re going to take daddy’s cock like a good little girl,” he seethes, suffocating your head into your jacket. “Don’t come,” he demands.

He continues punching your g-spot with his huge cock, you feel your pussy spasming under his rough thrusts. He holds both of your arms back, shifting you into doggy-style. His balls slap against your sore clit and you feel yourself starting to ejaculate. “Fuck!” you scream into the breeze of the empty beach. Your cunt twitches and gushes its balmy juices all over Michael’s hard cock.

He slows down his pace and pulls your arms up towards him, you feel his heaving chest against your back. “What did I just fucking say?” he fumes, tugging your arms even closer to him. “Answer me.”

“You told me not to come,” you answer in a syrupy, naïve voice.

He grabs both of your tits to push you flush against him, maintaining his rough thrusts into your cunt. “That’s right,” he whispers in your ear, “baby didn’t fucking listen.” He smacks your tits with both of his hands, striking you hard. You jump at how ruthless he hits you, it makes your stomach flutter again. His full lips lug along your neck. “Remember who you belong to,” he speaks into your neck, sending an iciness throughout your entire body.

Michael digs his teeth into your skin, sucking up your flesh while he continues massaging your breasts, pinching at the hard peaks your nipples have formed. He sucks so hard it stings, you wonder how that would feel on your pussy. His love bite begins to hurt and you shift your head away from him, he snickers. “Who do you belong to?” he whispers, lips chafing the shell of your ear.

He pinches your nipples even harder and you sob in pleasure. “Mmm, you,” you respond, looking over your shoulder to give his lips a frail kiss. “I belong to you, daddy.”

He takes in a deep breath as if shaking off your spell and regaining his confidence. He pushes you onto the ground again and goes back to fucking you like a ragdoll. “You better remember that,” he breathes, mercilessly pummeling himself into you again.

He holds both of your arms back once more, driving himself into you so hard that you’re concerned about cervix bruising. His pace slows down a bit and you look back at him, his mouth drapes open and he stares down at the back of your head. He pushes you away as he orgasms, savagely shoving your face back into the ground, as you feel his warm seed spilling inside your wet cunt. Michael groans from deep within his chest, letting out a long sigh when he’s done. “Oh, fuck,” he moans, “fuck, you sexy bitch.”

You let out a little giggle at this and he joins. He hauls himself out of you and you feel all of your muscles relax. You shift onto your back, looking up at Michael in disbelief. You’re too caught up in euphoria to comprehend what just happened. All you can think of in this moment is how fucking good he was. Even Michael has a dumbfounded look on his face.

He shakes his head and liberates a nervous laugh, “We’re so fucked up.”

You can say that again.

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hikari-writes · 3 years

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『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Headcanons

Pocky Day Special

↬ Playing pocky game with them

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji & Yaku Morisuke

Warning: Tiiny bit of swearing and tooth rotting fluff 🥺🥺

Genre: FLOOOOOOOOOF

Words: 2.6k

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A/N: i know im 2 days late,, but whatever, better late than never >:( and you bet i did research on the pocky flavours for this 😎😎 and yes, i may say this is pretty self indulgent since theyre all my husbandos but shuuussh 🙄🙄 this got longer as it progressed and idek why--- istg its not bc of favouritism or anything okay 😣😣

↬ Yamaguchi Tadashi

『Cookies & Cream flavoured Pocky』

➳ It wasn't such a bad idea to play around once in a while

➳ So you bought a pack of Cookies and Cream pocky to play with Yamaguchi

➳ He wasn't too big on the idea at first, since you two are just FRIENDS after all

➳ Not for long though

➳ But you managed to convince him, saying that it'll be fun and stuff

➳ He reluctantly gave in eventually

➳ You gave him the advantage of biting his end first, and you scooted closer to bite yours

➳ When I tell you you could feel the heat radiating from his face

➳ The both of you started the game after you counted to three

➳ You started off pretty slowly, then you sped up after noticing Yamaguchi's pace slowing down

➳ You were nearing the middle of the pocky, when all of a sudden Yamaguchi picked up the pace and reached the middle of the pocky

➳ But he didn't stop there

➳ Instead of moving away and claiming his victory, he continued biting until he reached your lips

➳ You were shocked, obviously, so you just sat there and stared at Yamaguchi's closed eyes as he continued to kiss you

➳ After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away and looked at you. As soon as he noticed you're a blushing mess, a small smirk formed on his face

➳ “Well, wasn't that fun?”

➳ Your blush darkened and you narrowed your eyes at him

➳ “You sly little….”

➳ “You should've expected that coming though~”

➳ “Well, you sped up all of a sudden!! How was I supposed to see that coming?!”

➳ You grabbed the pocky box and took another stick out

➳ “Let's do it again. I won't lose this time.”

➳ Let's just say that this went on for a pretty long time and at the end of the day, you decided it'd be best to just confess your feelings to him

➳ (Which was also "coincidentally" the sole reason you wanted to play a pocky game with him)

↬ Akaashi Keiji

『Matcha flavoured Pocky』

➳ Unlike the matcha pocky, your first kiss with your boyfriend was, minty

➳ You and Akaashi just started going out and one day, during a sleepover that was held at Bokuto's house, all of you decided to play pocky game since it was the 11th of November

➳ Of course, as a new (and also the only) couple in the group, the both of you were targeted as the ones to play the game first

➳ You felt a bit conflicted about this matter. Of course, it would be a dream come true to get to kiss Akaashi (who would even let that chance slip by) but you're also not sure if you wanted your first kiss to be because of a party game

➳ Akaashi noticed your reluctance and figured that you might not be ready to kiss him yet, since you two just started dating after all

➳ (Not gonna lie, he was pretty dejected but he valued your feelings first and foremost like the gentleman he is so he won't force you if you don't want to.)

➳ “I'm sorry, but can we pass this one up? I don't think L/N is ready to--”

➳ “We'll do it!! I mean-- I'll do it! I'm totally okay with doing it!”

➳ You quickly interrupted Akaashi and grabbed the Matcha pocky box from the table before taking one pocky stick out

➳ “L-let's do this…”

➳ You bit one end of the pocky and moved closer to Akaashi to make it easier for him to bite his side of the end

➳ Kaori and Bokuto both whistled at your boldness which made you blush even harder. Akaashi sent a silent glare their way in an attempt to make them shut up, to which they did (but not without smirking and grinning like cats at the sight of you and Akaashi)

➳ The game started and you could feel everyone's stares digging a hole inside you

➳ The two of you started at a pretty slow pace, and it felt like the pocky was kilometres long given how long it took for you to reach the middle

➳ As the both of your faces started to get closer, your heart thumped louder and louder, making you worried that Akaashi would hear it

➳ You took a glance at his face, and just as you did, almost as if he noticed your glance, he looked back at you

➳ Seeing Akaashi's beautiful eyes staring back at yours in such close proximity made your brain stopped working for a moment and in a state of panic, you accidentally snapped the pocky in two and stumbled backwards

➳ Akaashi blinked in confusion at the whole situation, which just made your brain short circuited and steams started to escape from your ears

➳ You became a stuttering mess and you couldn't sit back up until Akaashi held out a hand to help you

➳ As soon as you got to sit up straight again, you immediately buried your face in his chest and murmured “It's my lost….”.

➳ Akaashi finished biting the leftover pocky and held you closer to him

➳ “That was a good game,” he whispered back

➳ Everyone started to give you two lovebirds teasing grins and laughs

➳ The game continued with you still buried in Akaashi's chest, with you occasionally giving curious glances to see exactly what was happening

➳ After some time, everyone started to get sleepy and decided that it was time to sleep

➳ After what just happened, you honestly didn't really feel like sleeping

➳ So instead you whispered Akaashi's name and gestured for him to come closer after you two were ready to lay down on the futon

➳ “What is it, L/N?”

➳ He came closer to you but was surprised when you suddenly pulled the collar of his shirt and tiptoed just enough to reach his face before planting a kiss on his lips

➳ The kiss smelled and tasted a bit like mint, since you two just brushed your teeth and all, but you honestly weren't complaining at all. It was refreshing

➳ Right after you parted your lips, you tried to look at him straight in the eyes (keyword: tried) and explained your actions

➳ “S-sorry I suddenly snapped the pocky….it was an accident...well, kind of. Besides that, I wanted our first kiss to be special so uhm…”

➳ Akaashi understood your intention now and he couldn't help but to give a soft chuckle at your flustered self

➳ “W-what's so funny??”

➳ “Nothing, it's just…..you were too cute so…��

➳ You silently screamed at him and lightly punched his arm as he continued chuckling. The both of you were still careful so as to not make any noise and wake up the others though

➳ (Kind of useless though since they were just pretending to sleep and already witnessed your lovey-dovey couple moments)

↬ Yaku Morisuke

『Tsubu Tsubu Strawberry flavoured Heart Shaped Pocky』

➳ It all started with a stupid dare by Kuroo

➳ Of course, how could you chicken out and refuse if that was the case?

➳ Apparently, Kuroo’s older sister bought too many boxes of pocky and gave him some. He thought of sharing them with the team and brought them to school

➳ After practice was done, however, he got a brilliant idea

➳ He distributed the boxes to everyone but when he got to you, he got a different way to give them

➳ “Here you go, Y/N. A heart shaped pocky, special just for you, the manager. Tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured.”

➳ “Oh, I’ve seen this type of pocky on the internet before. They look so cute! But I didn’t manage to find them anywhere. Thanks--”

➳ Just as you were about to take the box from him, he retreated back his hand and held the box higher and out of reach from you

➳ You looked at him with visible confusion, and he smirked down at you

➳ “Well, this is a special type of pocky you know? It feels like a waste to just give it to you like that.”

➳ “Didn’t you say that I got the special one because I’m the manager?”

➳ You’re starting to get annoyed at his attitude but you tried to cover it up with a forced smile

➳ “Still, this is the only heart shaped pocky I got from my sister…..Hmmm what should I do~?”

➳ You tried to grab the box from him, but he only held the box higher and on top of that, used his other hand to push your face away from him

➳ You finally ran out of patience and started to go full on feral mode at him

➳ “KUROO TETSUROU JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN POCKY!!”

➳ This is why no one messed with you regarding the subject of candies and sweets

➳ It was quite a scene, and Kai had to step in to ease the fight

➳ Kuroo finally lowered his arms and you took that as an opportunity to snatch the pocky box

➳ But he used the same trick again and moved his arms away before you could reach it

➳ “I’ll give you the pocky, under one condition.”

➳ You looked at him with extreme irritation. His name’s going to be in your blacklist for sure now

➳ “What?” You said, rather begrudgingly.

➳ Kuroo smirked in victory. He turned away from you and faced the direction Yaku was in.

➳ “Yakkun! Come here for a sec!”

➳ Your heart literally jumped out of your chest at that moment. Kuroo’s planning something, and whatever it was, you’re not gonna like it

➳ “So here’s the thing. I’ll give you the pocky, but only after you complete a pocky game, with Yakkun. How’s that?”

➳ Your face turned dark red at his proposal.

➳ “Are you crazy?! There’s no way I’ll do that!”

➳ You whisper yelled at him so as to not raise any suspicion from Yaku.

➳ “And why won’t you, hmm?”

➳ Seeing his teasing grin and narrowed eyes, you knew at that moment, that Kuroo knew of your crush on Yaku.

➳ “W-what-- how do you--? Don’t tell me you knew?”

➳ “Knew what? Are you hiding something perhaps?”

➳ You gritted your teeth in frustration. Oh, he knew alright. And he’s gonna pretend as if he doesn’t

➳ “Whatever, and why should I even do this?”

➳ “To get your desired special heart shaped tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured pocky?”

➳ Phew that was a mouthful

➳ He swung the pocky box in front of you, tempting you even more

➳ Just as you were about to agree to play the game, a realization struck you

➳ “Ha! Nice try there, Kuroo. What makes you think Yaku would even want to play this game with me?”

➳ “Play what game?”

➳ You literally jumped from your position in shock when Yaku’s voice suddenly came up behind you, earning a snicker from Kuroo

➳ “I dared Y/N to play a pocky game with you, and if they did, they’ll receive this special pocky as a prize.”

➳ You internally screamed and tried to keep yourself from murdering this rooster head but Yaku’s unexpected reaction made you forget about the murderous instinct for a moment

➳ “Oh, okay. Sure, let’s play it then.”

➳ “W-wait, are you really, REALLY sure you wanna play it with me??”

➳ “I don’t see anything wrong with that. Besides, you’ve helped us -me especially- a lot by being our manager already. Helping you with something this trivial is the least I can do.”

➳ You tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your face and Kuroo, noticing your heating face immediately nudged your arm while displaying a much wider grin than before

➳ You excused yourself for a moment and took out your phone before googling “Can you stay friends with someone you just kissed?” in the case of you two kissing after the pocky game

➳ “Well then, here you go. I’ll give you mine since I still have some more at home.”

➳ Yaku took the box of pocky from Kuroo after he fished it out from his bag and opened the packaging. He took one out and bit the end without the coating

➳ Noticing that Yaku's ready for the game, you put back your phone inside your uniform pocket. You gulped once and tried to calm your nerves as you moved closer to him to bite your side of the pocky

➳ When you scooted closer to him however, he didn’t notice your presence until you were directly in front of him and biting the pocky with a heavy blush on your face

➳ Yaku stared at you with his wide, brown eyes for a moment before snapping the pocky into two out of reflex and fell on his back

➳ All of the others stared in shock at Yaku who’s now on the floor, covering his face with one hand. It was pretty obvious that he was blushing, even if he tried to hide it. His reddening ears gave it all away

➳ “Yaku, what’s wrong?”

➳ Kai was the first to break the silence. You were still shocked at his overreaction so you were just standing there with the half broken piece of pocky still in your mouth

➳ “Wait--I-- I just--- Uhm--- I thought we were playing a pocky game???”

➳ You had probably never seen Yaku this flustered before in your entire life. It was certainly a sight to see, but it just made your blush grew darker on your face

➳ “And you were….Wait, don’t tell me, you don’t know how a pocky game works?”

➳ Kuroo guessed with a snap of his fingers, as if he just made a great discovery

➳ “Don’t each person just take a pocky for themselves and it’s a game where you compete on who can finish their pocky first?”

➳ Kuroo covered his mouth to prevent any laugh from escaping and your soul had probably left your body at this point. The second-hand embarrassment you were feeling was no joke

➳ Kuroo tried to explain the rules of the game to Yaku, which just ended up making the libero blush even harder than before

➳ “Who even invented this game….”

➳ He whispered underneath his breath after Kuroo’s explanation. He looked at you who were surrounded by the first years poking their fingers at your arms and asking, “Are they dead?” with a troubled sigh

➳ “Okay….let’s do this again.”

➳ He finally got up and took out another pocky stick. Your soul finally returned to your body when he was in front of you and holding out the pocky with his mouth

➳ “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, Yaku! I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything….”

➳ Yaku silenced you by grabbing both your shoulders firmly, but not so much with force, as if he’s treating a fragile thing

➳ “It’s okay. I really don’t mind if I’m playing this... with you.”

➳ You bit the other side of the pocky and tried to focus on eating without thinking too much on what he just said, which just ended up in a total failure by the way

➳ The both of you went on a steady pace but when you finally almost reached the middle of the pocky, you both simultaneously stopped and stared down awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with one another

➳ Many thoughts ran through the both of your heads, and all of it were more or less the same

➳ “What if I accidentally kissed him/them? He/they probably wouldn’t like that….”

➳ “He/they would probably even hate me if that happened…..”

➳ After several seconds had passed, you two finally decided to continue biting on the pocky. And simultaneously once again, might I add

➳ This just resulted in the both of your lips to brush against one another in the end, and you swore your heart just escaped from your chest when you felt the sensation of Yaku’s lips brushing against yours

➳ You and Yaku both moved and turned away from one another, too embarrassed to face the other

➳ “Well, you’ve cleared the dare, so here’s your prize.”

➳ Kuroo casually put the box of pocky on top of your head and left the gym to head back home, followed by the others, intentionally leaving you and Yaku alone in the gym

➳ Okay, maybe you can at least lift Kuroo’s name from your blacklist after this. After all, he did help you get closer to your crush…..kinda

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mikwrites-archive · 4 years

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of stars, the sun, and the galaxy that holds us

✧ pairing: lee seokmin x reader ✧ warnings: death? not explicitedly said but one death ✧ genre: god au, mainly fluff, very slight angst ✧ wc: 2.3k

✧ a/n: im not too satisfied with how the ending was written but i hope u guys enjoy this fic !! it connects a bit to the other parts that will be coming out with the same au, but since i have school it’ll take a little longer for me to write them so i just wanted this to be a lil piece to make u guys happy until i have more time !! <333 enjoy!!

Seokmin told you that humans were made of stars, born bright and shining, to live, and age, and die in a supernova of stardust that carries on into the future.

Gods were made differently, immortally made to shine, but Seokmin thinks of an old story he’d heard a millenia ago, of two beings made forevermore for one another other, through lifetimes, both sculpted from the remnants of a single star, and knows that some part of him will shimmer eternally along with you.

“Look.”

He keeps his eyes closed, partly to tease you, and the other because he already knows what you’re keening to show him. It’s not until he feels a tickle at his nose that he scrunches it up, eyes cracking open to meet your excited gaze hovering over his.

You’re illuminated by the setting sun, the orange body dipping into the horizon, a piece of long sweetgrass dangling in your fingers, tossing it aside with a giggle as you finally grasp his attention.

“The stars are coming out. The future people are in the sky, for us to see.”

Seokmin smiles softly at your words, turning his head in your lap to follow your pointed index finger, where a speck of white light could be seen.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He thinks it’s alright; after all, upon the mortal realm stars were pinpricks of light in the vast sky, compared to the heavens where they could be seen by deities in their full glory. Yet you don’t notice how Seokmin spares the star a glance, and returns his attention to you, glowing brighter than any celestial object in the heavens.

“If I were to assume, I would think you preferred one of my brothers over myself.”

“And what a foolish one I’d be if I did.” You breathe a laugh, smiling as you peer down at him lounging in your lap, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek tenderly, palms calloused yet radiating warmth.

“Could you take me to see the stars?” Your voice is hushed and curious, and Seokmin shakes his head, hand falling to his chest.

“If I took you there, you’d burn. It’s no place for humans, darling.”

“Do you burn?”

Seokmin blinks, chuckling lightly at the rare acknowledgement that gods could feel pain, whether it was intentional by you or not.

“Yes. I burn, and burn, and burn; and the flames can be called beautiful, but leave my skin, my bones, and my soul ravaged in their blistering heat.”

Worry simmers in your eyes like a rising tide, and Seokmin is quick to console you.

“But I heal quickly, my darling, and come back to you.”

“Just as the sun rises.” You muse, as if it were an inside joke between him, you, and the earth, and he cracks a smile.

“May I ask for something?”

“Do I have any right to refuse?”

“I may be a god, but I’m not a monster.” Seokmin huffs, propping himself up beside you. “A kiss?”

You oblige, leaning close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes, gentle and adoring, before fluttering shut.

You kiss him, and he tastes like warm sunlight filtering through sheer curtains to land on your bare skin, like ripe peaches, golden and orange in your palms, and each of the secrets of the universe placed tenderly upon your mouth.

It was a rare occurrence for gods to bless mortals, yet it was even rarer for them to do it twice.

And with Seokmin, his blessings were uncountable.

“Open your eyes.”

Seokmin’s hands fall from concealing your vision from behind you, moving to rest on your waist, and you blink at your surroundings, as if taken back in time.

It’d been years since you’d been able to spend your days at the grassy field, blanketed by the honeysuckle and the summer skies, like you did in your youth, days instead spent teaching the children in the village and doing household tasks.

Yet Seokmin made it all the more bearable with his visits.

“Happy birthday, my darling.”

“You remembered.”

“Of course I did.” Seokmin laughs, eyes crinkling in his full smile, and you can't help but bask in it, your own blooming upon your features. He looks older to you, and you’re not sure if he’d done it on purpose, to match your own appearance, but it tinges your heart with brief sadness, like a soaked paintbrush bleeding it’s colour upon parchment. “Why else would I have brought you out here secretly?”

“But, there’s nothing here.”

“Not physically, yes. But you can still see it from here.” He points at the sky, and the long nights of memorizing the heavens comes anew with a bright speck of light, a star born just for you.

“It’s yours. Yours to see, to dream, to wish, to hold. And when you do, I hope you think of me.”

“I don’t need a star to do that.”

“Then think of it as a reminder of my love. The star will never go out as long as I do.”

“I don’t need a star to do that as well.” You murmur quietly. Though his visits had decreased in frequency, his place in your heart lingered, like the aroma of citrus that lies on your fingertips after peeling a clementine.

He unravels the skin upon said fruit as you think about this moment, the future, and the past, almost too much to comprehend in the span of a few seconds, giving it to you once he finishes; and you take it, cautiously avoiding drips of sticky juice. You break it in half, handing one to Seokmin, and he tilts his head at you curiously.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you and you smile, changing your answer, making him seemingly satisfied.

“Everything.”

The rest of your time together passes in what seems like a blink of an eye to Seokmin.

He tries not to notice; the way the silvery strands weave their way into your scalp, the gradual cautiousness of your movements with the bowing of your posture and height, but you both know it can’t be avoided as you tell him about the frailty in your bones, and he spends the night; the last night with you.

“Leave before the sun rises.” You whisper to him, and Seokmin feels like he’s being torn apart, every one of his atoms burning

“Do you think Minghao will be kind to me?” Your question is rasped quietly, eyes shut, and Seokmin smooths your hair fondly.

“He should be. If not, I’ll have some words with him.”

It achieves a smile from you, and Seokmin kisses your forehead solemnly, his smooth hand resting over your wrinkled one.

“I’ll find you.”

Your eyes snap open, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing, and Seokmin notices with a pang in his chest that they look the same as they did all those years ago.

“The world is boundless, the human life fickle, I would not even think of subjecting you to years of looking in vain.”

He knows you’re correct, but his stubbornness persists, and falls at your side on his knees in a bitter tone.

“One lifetime is too small.”

“To a god perhaps, yes.” You laugh softly, turning to trail your fingertips along his jaw. “But to a human? One lifetime is forever.”

Seokmin’s head drops into your hands, and your thumb rubs circles into his cheeks gently, a small intake of breath escaping your chest as you feel a tear drop.

“Don’t cry.” You whisper as he grasps your wrists, pulling them down and swiping at his features. “If we are meant to be, we’ll meet. If not, do not be upset. It’s the way of fate.”

You forget that Seokmin is a younger deity compared to his brothers, possessing a humanness that was scarce in the others you’d interacted with, but he still was a god, and you knew in the echoing cavern of your being that he would move on, as your soul would move to the Underworld.

Still, he holds you in the night, and you let him.

WIth time comes change. Seokmin has seen it enough with his time alive, yet he can’t seem to change one habit no matter how many years have passed.

Seokmin knows he’s out of place in the worn down bar, but he keeps to himself, and with his frequent visits, the bartender no longer sends him stony looks as long as he purchases something, the regulars don’t attempt to pick fights anymore, and let him sit under the only remaining functioning neon light sign (albeit a bit flickery).

They don’t know why he stays, with his wire specs and cashmere turtleneck amidst leather and dust speckled cotton, but if Seokmin focuses hard enough, sometimes he can still picture the rolling grass fields and expanse of the heavens, twinkling with flecks of light in the evening.

He almost doesn’t notice the presence next to him until the server places another drink next to his own, and Seokmin looks up.

“You see it still, don’t you?” Minghao muses plainly, and Seokmin smiles, part melancholy, part bitter.

“It’s harder now.”

“When I told you souls sometimes return to a place they often frequented in a past life, I didn't want this to happen.” He sighs, thumbing at the condensation on his thick glass.

“It’s my only chance.” Seokmin swallows. “It’s fading.”

“Your memory?”

“The star.” He rubs his temples, as if ashamed, and Minghao narrows his eyes. “It’s been too long.”

“They didn’t want this for you Seokmin.” Minghao’s tone is gentle, and Seokmin knows he’s right, but clenches his teeth, looking down at his shoes.

“Do you know where they are? If they’ve been reborn yet?” When Minghao remains silent, Seokmin bites his lip. “Would you tell me if you knew? I suppose you wouldn’t.”

Minghao sends him a small smile, patting him softly on the arm. He places money, enough for his and Seokmin’s drinks under his untouched glass, and stands to leave.

Seokmin stays until the neon light finally sputters out and his drink is drained to the last drop. He bumps into someone on his way out, the rusted bell over the doorway jangling.

“I’m so sorry, I...” Seokmin supposes this is what it feels like to have your heart stop, hovering in place and time, lungs quivering to take a breath, the shock absolutely paralysing. It’s you. You. He almost wants to rub his eyes comically, but he knows he doesn’t need to, the multitude of expecting and waiting years building up to this moment. Yet he can’t seem to say a word.

“It’s alright. I should’ve been looking where I was going.” You apologize, bowing to him slightly. “Do… do we know each other?” You ask curiously, catching his wide eyed gaze.

“Once upon a time.” Seokmin exhales shakily and you laugh, supposing it was a joke. “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

“Weren’t you just leaving?”

“You don’t have to drink it with me, just to make up for it. Unless you’d like me to stay.” He adds on hopefully without a thought, and curses himself inwardly when he realizes the potential sleaziness it contained. Luckily, you don’t seem to take it that way, and smile at him lightly.

“I supposed having someone to celebrate with wouldn’t be too bad if you’re up for it. As long as you’re not a serial killer or something.”

“Would a serial killer admit to being a serial killer?”

“Would a serial killer ask if a serial killer would admit being a serial killer?”

“My head hurts just from hearing that.” Seokmin whines as you both sit down, his seat still warm from when he left.

“Why are you celebrating?” He inquires after you both order a drink, and you trace the grainy wood table with a small beam.

“I got hired for the job of my dreams.”

“What do you do for a living now?” He keeps slipping up, but can't help it. He’s not sure if you notice his peculiar words or not, but you don’t comment upon them. You think he’s charming, and easy going, not only with his looks, but his kindness is something that shines through him, like genuine sunlight.

“I’m an astronomer.” You exhale giddily. “God, it’s crazy just saying it.”

“That’s just like you.” He murmurs with a fond smile, and he’s relieved that you don’t hear him, thanking the bartender for your drinks. And outside, a pinprick of light glows a bit brighter, like a long reminder in gentle palms of hands.

He’s content, thinking it was only for a night, yet Seokmin finds you everywhere. The coffee shop by his apartment, the park in the middle of the city, and the bar. He knows well enough to not get his fated hopes up, but he also knows it’s too late to stop them from ascending.

It’s almost too good to be true, the way you’ve accepted him into your life, and Seokmin thinks that because of this, perhaps he’s not as satisfied as he tells himself he is. He wonders if the second time around he’d be more or less willing to leave you.

Because now, he has the chance of a real life with you. Flowers and flushed cheeks on a first date, tentative touches that mapped skin to memory, full kisses that tasted like sunshine, and staying the night fitted against one another’s bodies like puzzle pieces in a home.

He wakes up to the sound of a knock at his front door, and gently untangles himself from the sheets and your embrace to answer it blearily, slippers trudging against the floorboards and hair tousled.

“Did I wake you up?” Minghao asks, lifting himself up off the wall next to the doorbell, donning his typical black suit, styled immaculately.

“It’s fine.” Seokmin opens the door wider to let him in, and flushes when Minghao toes your shoes curiously, sending Seokmin a knowing look.

“I’ll be quick.” He assures amusedly, not even bothering to slip off his own shoes, and Seokmin shakes his head with a soft laugh. “I just wanted to ask how you were feeling with everything going on.”

“Huh?”

“You haven’t heard?” Minghao looks shocked, and Seokmin furrows his brows. “Not even felt it?”

“What?”

“Powers have been disappearing. Soonyoung’s was the most recent. He bled red from a gunshot wound.” Minghao explains grimly, and Seokmin expels a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“What are you saying?”

“Some of us are becoming mortals.” Minghao knows what Seokmin’s thinking as soon as the words slip out of his mouth. “We think it’s a matter of belief and need for the world and us, but at some point, I think the hold on us all will be set loose.”

“What are you going to do? What should we…”

Minghao giggles at that, and Seokmin trails off into a hesitant smile.

“I think you already know.”

“Will you be alright?” Seokmin inquires concernedly.

“It’ll be nice to live in the mortal world for once. Have a beginning.” Minghao muses, and Seokmin nods. The two smile at each other before Minghao turns to leave, and Seokmin has a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time they would cross paths. He hears you shuffle up beside him, linking your arm with his, gazing at you fondly.

“That’s him.” You point suddenly, and Seokmin turns, blinking, only to see the door click shut quietly behind Minghao. “I saw him that night we met at the bar. I was actually going to another one a block down or so, but he caught me on his way out and recommended it so I went in.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” You hum, leaning against him drowsily, not thinking much of the interaction, yet Seokmin is in deep thought, a small smile on his lips. “I guess it was fate.”

Seokmin exhales a breathy laugh, remembering a different time, and of the future held for you both, intertwining your fingers warmly.

“I guess it was.”

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