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arminsumi · 8 months

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can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Hihi! May I req an emergency req? With male!reader accidentally dropping/pushing a plate or glass and breaking it. Reader rushing to clean the mess up even with his bare hands and out of concern, the character yells at them to be careful or smth and reader flinches? How would they react? (And if ur fine with it, reader having SEVERE daddy issues and domestic violence so that's why they act like that) pls don't make reader those crybaby types but someone similar to dazai but less uhm, dazai? Like dazai but when he seems human if u yk what I mean) and reader being a teen (14-17)

Format: Anything u want!

Characters: Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Chuuya, Poe and Ranpo (separate) (omg if u could, then ranpoe together being father figures I just love the ship it's my comfort ship😭💖💖)

Platonic pls :)) (chuuya being an older brother figure, Fukuzawa and kunikida being father figures)

I FEEL LIKE ITS TOO SPECIFIC SO FEEL FREE TO NARROW IT DOWN 😭😭. Make sure to take care of urself and have a wonderful day <33

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okay so. i'm really REALLY sorry T-T but i do not write male readers so i am gonna go gn with this (again i am sorry ily <3)

When Reader flinches after they yell

♡ characters: Doppo Kunikida, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo Edogawa (bonus Ranpoe together!), teenage!gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: Reader breaks a piece of flatware and when they go to clean it, they're yelled at and flinch. How do the characters react to this?

♡ cw: Reader suffers from domestic abuse-related trauma and has daddy issues, yelling, trauma response (specifically a kind of silent/blunt affect type reaction), swearing, mentions of reader's hands being cut (unintentionally by flatware shards), father and older brother figure dynamics, lmk if I missed anything

note: I hope you're doing alright 💙 Anon, and I hope that these make you feel better :') come to me for hugs if you need them. I also hate yelling and have daddy issues so like, I feel you my dude. AND RANPOE IS MY COMFORT SHIP TOO omggg they're the best DM me and let's rant about them. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Kunikida:

Let's say you're a mentee of his at the agency. Kunikida obviously only has good intentions and would hate for you to get hurt (Yosano...*shiver*), so he kinda freaks out a little when he sees you about to grab ceramic shards with your bare hands

Caught up in his alarm, he yells at you not to touch the shards and then goes to get a broom (or one of those little dustpan things) to clean up the mess

He comes back and sees your expression, and is honestly a little confused at first. You did manage to stay out of harm's way so he doesn't understand what's got you so distressed (he's so smart but also so very dumb)

You sit there while he quickly cleans the mess but when he notices that your eyes have kind of glazed over and you seem to be somewhere else, he gets a little worried and asks if you're alright

You tell him that you got frightened when he yelled because it reminded you of something and he has a moment of '...shit'

Kunikida puts down his dustpan/broom, puts a hand on your shoulder and gently explains that he wasn't mad at you but that he was just worried about you. He'd rather you made a mess unharmed than cleaned up the mess but gotten hurt

Don't be fooled by his calm demeanour, he actually feels really bad and will probably beat himself up for making such a mistake

He does end up cleaning it for you and asks you to please take care of yourself and be careful

Fukuzawa:

He has an odd tendency of being very intense with his kids out of the blue and then immediately feeling bad for it which is exactly what happens with you

You were probably bringing him tea or something when you accidentally dropped the tray and the cup shattered. He probably barely even reacted at all to it honestly, mostly just because he doesn't care THAT much about a cup. He has more

But then you apologise and kneel down to get them and this man might be tough but he is a softie at heart and panics when his kids are in harm's way (you're basically his kid let's be real)

So he yells, and it's basically that one scene in the theatre from Untold Origins all over again, except unlike Ranpo he knows that you don't really shake such things off so easily due to your past. So he's still concerned just for different reasons

He knows that as a father figure in your life he's supposed to protect you and that he had good intentions but it still affected you negatively in a way, and he's like. Really really sad about that fact (but he doesn't show it awh)

He apologises for yelling and asks you not to try and clean up ceramic shards with your bare hands because infections and y'know your hands are a pretty important part of your body

Fukuzawa is still firm as he speaks but he's also very gentle and nice about the whole thing and sits with you until you feel better

If you thank him for looking out for you, he'll be thinking about that for like the next week :'((((

Chuuya:

Chuuya yells like, a lot, but he often makes a conscious effort not to do so around you because he knows that you don't like it. Being a habit though, it sometimes comes out unintentionally

So say you're bringing him something to eat while he's working or something and while you're approaching him you drop and shatter the plate.

He's like 'Oh let me get that' and was gonna grab the shards with his ability (he doesn't have an issue with doing it himself cus it's lowkey quicker), but then he sees that you're about to collect them barehanded and yells at you to stop

When he sees you flinch he immediately starts backtracking like 'Wait, no- that's not what I meant' and comes to kneel beside you and pat you on the head (or back, whichever)

He quickly composes himself and apologises, saying that he was just worried about you, not angry about the plate or you wanting to clean it.

He tells you that he's gotten cuts on his palms before and they 'hurt like a motherfucker' so he didn't want you to get hurt too (and he's kinda being jokey about it because he's nice like that)

He just exudes comfort energy, so your panic moment doesn't really last that long. He's honestly very chill about the whole thing because he knows that you're not gonna make the same mistake

Even if you did though he'd help bandage your cuts without hesitation

Poe:

Poe is the opposite of Chuuya- he just DOESN'T yell at all. That's why it caught you as offguard as it did

When you dropped the plate he was a little scared because of the loud noise, but was relieved to see that you hadn't gotten hurt.

He really doesn't care much about a broken dish, because he can buy a billion more with ease. He just cares that you were about to hurt your hand (I'm quite sure you can possibly injure nerves by cutting your palm, and as a murder mystery writer Poe would absolutely be aware of this)

So he yells in an attempt to get you to quickly stop when you kneel down to clean it, and when he sees your face he feels awful

Poe hates yelling too, so he is extremely apologetic about the whole thing. He feels really bad because he knows that you find a lot of comfort with him and he's scared he's just ruined your trust in him to keep you safe

You tell him that you know he wasn't trying to be mean or malicious but he still feels really bad about it (lowkey you end up comforting HIM ngl)

He decides to clean up the mess himself (and lets you cuddle Karl while he does because he's basically an emotional support animal)

Will literally do anything to get you to trust him once more because he feels such an unnecessary amount of guilt (you have to really hammer it into him that you DO still trust him- he doesn't entirely believe you (projecting sorry lol))

Ranpo:

Ranpo is the Super Highschool Level Older Brother Figure. And as such he is appropriately concerned when he sees that you're about to try and handle a broken plate with bare hands

I'm absolutely certain that several times in the past Ranpo's dropped his fair share of dishes and gotten cuts from trying to pick them up too fast and he doesn't want that happening to you

So he yells to you not to touch them. When he sees your reaction to this, for a split second he panics but he actually handles it surprisingly well for a (2)6 year old

He comes over and sits down beside you. Then he explains to you that he doesn't want you to get hurt unnecessarily (especially somewhere like your hands) because he cares about you, so he panicked for a second and that's why he yelled.

(to everyone's surprise /j) he does apologise to you for it and give you a hug to help ground you and comfort you (he also gives you a little squeeze cus he feels bad aw)

If you ask him if he's mad about the broken dish he immediately goes back to normal and is like 'Pfft not at all. It's a plate Y/N' and tells you not to worry about it

He does make you feel better about the broken plate, but this is Ranpo we're talking about. You think he's gonna clean it up, or even help you clean it? No, that job unfortunately still falls entirely on you (damnit Ranpo)

Except this time you take cautionary measures before you do so. And Ranpo's happy to see it :)

Ranpoe:

Right, so these two are just little children in the bodies of men in their late twenties. However they are still very much in touch with their dad sides especially when it comes to you

So you're carrying a plate for some reason (maybe they're busy solving mysteries and eating snacks idk) but you drop it and it breaks. Poe's a millionaire and Ranpo is Ranpo so they don't care that they have one less plate

Then you hurriedly apologise to them and bend down to grab the plate and they both overreact and yell at you to stop (for the same reasons written above in their seperate scenarios)

Once they see you flinch they both have different reactions. Poe rushes over to see if you're alright but Ranpo is more wanting to give you a second to breathe and process

And that's literally what happens. Poe (and Karl) rushes over to check on you and Ranpo waits a minute before he joins him.

Ranpo comes to comfort you while Poe gets rid of the broken plate, then when he comes back he helps Ranpo explain why they both yelled earlier. He lets Ranpo do most of the talking though

They both express that they're just glad you didn't get hurt. And that you're allowed to make mistakes! Just don't do anything that will get yourself hurt

Will let you help them with their work/watch them work if you want to (usually that stuff's confidential but hey it's not like people are gonna question Ranpo and Poe now is it)

anon i will be your parental figure and we can straight up just forcefully shatter plates together (with safety glasses on though!!!) to let off steam

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deimosphilic · 1 year

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TAKE MY HEART | NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK’ITAN

summary : you and neteyam had finally began to get along, so why was he all of a sudden distancing himself from you? well, they do say love overpowers frienship.

paring : neteyam x gn!metkayina!reader

warnings : shit writing and probably horrible grammar xx

authors note : reblgs r appreciated!! writing this made me realise i cannot spell for absolute shit. also, i literally dk wtf i’m doing so if this is dumb pls lmk. didn't know what to put for a gn tulkun so it's ur soul sibling! (s/s/n) = soul siblings name. LAZY ASS PROOFREAD

word count : 2.7k

request : yes | no

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when toruk makto and his family had first arrived at awa'atlu, you were apprehensive of them. what where omatikayan people doing seeking uturu from metkayinan people? you decided to push your thoughts aside and focus on the duty given by your father - teaching the children the way of water.

throughout their training, you realised that the na'rìng na’vi were bearable, you even became friends with them all - except the eldest, neteyam. he was always cold towards you, at first you tried to decipher the reason, tried to become his friend, but as soon as you realised he wasn’t going to stop giving you the cold shoulder you reciprocated it.

everything changed one day when he accompanied you in the small cove you'd found when you were a child.

you were laying down on the soft sand, enjoying the peace and quiet, until your ears twitched towards rustling in a bush. you had your hand on your hunters knife, ready in case you needed to attack, when you saw neteyam. you let out a sigh of relief, “do not scare me like that skxawng. i could have killed you.”

neteyam put his hands up in a mocking surrender with a sly smirk on his face, “i doubt you could even if you tried.”

“what are you even doing here?” you asked, ignoring his remark.

“decided to take a walk, went exploring, and found you here, apparently.” he said casually as if you were friends, you were far from it.

you didn’t bother to reply, thinking he’d go away, but that thought didn’t last very long as you felt the sand dip right next to you. you looked up from the shallow ocean to see that neteyam had planted himself next to you.

“why are you still here? go away.” you tried to shoo him off but gained a small chuckle from the boy.

“i am comfortable right here actually.” said boy retorted.

the both of you sat at the cove for hours, but made sure to get back before your families awoke, and talked, genuinely talked. what was once sending death glares at each other every second of every day, was now a beautiful friendship that had bloomed simply from the understanding you both had of each other, being the eldest in your families. ever since that very night, you, and neteyam had been attached to the hip. every time someone saw one of you without the other they’d always ask, “where is (y/n)?” or “where is neteyam?”

whilst becoming friends with neteyam you had realised your liking for him was much more than a friendship. you yearned for him behind closed doors, you so desperately wanted the hugs he gave you to last much longer than they did, you wanted him to sweep you off your feet and kiss you after not seeing you all day, you wanted him to want you as you wanted him. you wanted too much, much more than you could have, so you tried to push your feelings to the darkest corner of your mind just for them to spring right back, front and centre.

even though your feelings for him made themselves more known as the day went by, you were happy, so happy you could explode. that was until neteyam slowly started distancing himself. insecurity made its way through your body every time he’d make up some dumb excuse to not hang out with you, or when he wouldn’t show up at the cove like you'd been doing for the past few months. thoughts such as, 'am i annoying him too much?', 'does he know of my feelings?.', 'is he sick of me?.' were flooding your brain. after a very intense mental battle that lasted days, you finally decided to stop putting any effort into yours, and his short-lived friendship. that meant no trying to catch up with him after spotting him, no visiting his families marui just to see him, and no waiting for hours at the cove for him to show up.

on neteyam's part, ever since you, and him made eye contact the day he step foot on awa'atlu, you wouldn't leave his mind, seemingly making yourself at home in his brain. that's why he thought giving you the cold shoulder would be the best idea. 'if i don't talk to her it will go away.' he thought when he first met you after making eye contact with you at least fifteen times in the five minutes his father was trying to convince the olo'eyktan, and tsahìk, your parents, to let his family stay with your clan.

his plan did nothing to save the feeling he got when he saw you. everything you did gave him a fluttery feeling in his stomach, the way your eyes lit up the second one of his siblings directed a question to you, the way you smiled when you got to talk about something you enjoyed, or the way you made sure to send his siblings praises when they were struggling to grasp your ways of living. your entire existence made him crumble. even when you called him vonvä', even when you purposefully shoved your shoulder into his when you walked past him, and even the one time you slapped him across the face for making you drop your beads.

the day he found you by the cove changed everything.

neteyam had decided to go on a walk to clear his head. all he could think about was you and he needed to act upon it somehow. as he was walking all across the island, he managed to find a small forest far from the village. ‘maybe i could get a glimpse of home.’ he thought before immediately working his way over. he was ecstatic when he finally got to the clearing. there were tall trees, not as tall as back home though, and lively bushes, not as lively as back home though, and... the ocean. neteyam sighed. although he was over the moon about the fact that he could have a little piece of home, there was still stuff that reminded him he wasn't home. like the sand he was standing on, and the ilu he could hear clicking.

he decided to go further into the forest, making his way through harmful bushes, and fallen logs. as soon as neteyam got through all the flora, that eywa herself blessed them with, he gasped in awe. but before he could fully appreciate the beauty of the small cove he found, he heard a distinct voice.

"do not scare me like that skxawng. i could have killed you."

you. his breath got trapped in his throat as he realised that the person who he was trying to distract himself from, was right in front of him. he quickly put his mean front up by painting a sly smirk on his face with his hands in the air to represent a mocking surrender.

"i doubt you could even if you tried." he spoke, trying so hard to cover up the fact that he was sweating balls just talking to you.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked, giving him your unintentional doe eyes that he was now encaptivated by.

"decided to talk a walk, went exploring, and found you apparently." he was partially telling the truth. besides making you think he hates you, why else would he lie to you?

when you didn't reply to him, he took his chances and decided to sit next to you. what you failed to notice was the purple tint to his cheeks, and the shakiness of his hands.

"why are you still here? go away." you attempted to shoo him off. he debated whether to leave, like you wanted, or stay, against your wishes. being the bold young man he is (he is probably the least bold person known to man) he decided to stay.

as the pair of you sat and talked, neteyam realised how much he liked when you when you weren't keeping a guard up for him. he liked when you laughed at his corny jokes, he liked when you'd tuck your braids behind your ear so he got to see your ear twitch whenever you heard something, no matter how little the sound was, he liked it when you'd grab his hands in comfort when he'd talk about a sensitive subject. he realised something big that night, he saw you, he saw all of you. he saw that your shoulders would tense up at the mention of your parents, and he saw how you put up a lively front, but on the inside, you were a child who needed love.

as the friendship grew closer, and closer each day. neteyam realised his feelings for you overpowered his thoughts, he yearned for you. he so desperately wanted the hugs he gave you to last much longer than they did, he wanted to sweep you off your feet and kiss you after not seeing you all day, he wanted you to want him as he wanted you. he knew you didn’t though, so he did the best thing he could think of. avoiding you. every time he saw you coming in his direction he'd turn and walk the opposite way, but not with out cursing himself mentally. he felt awful. he knew it was wrong but continued doing it, leaving his marui the second you step foot in there, just to help tuk with her braids. coincidence, right?

you, were stressed. you would sit at the cove for hours thinking about that stupid boy. the stupid boy who stole your heart just to shred it to pieces. the stupid boy who would spend the whole day with you, and then completely ignore you the next. as much as you wanted to resent him for playing with your feelings, you couldn't. not when he could make you smile just by flashing his canines. or, when he'd bring you a bouquet of your favourite flowers. you couldn't resent him when you'd already told your spirit sibling about him.

"i met a boy." you signed to your spirit sibling, with a cheesy grin etched on your face.

"a boy?" they replied, tone filled to the brim with excitement, "what is his name? what does he look like? where is he?" they bombarded you with questions.

"calm down (s/s/n)." you signed whilst giggling, "his name is neteyam, and he is omatikaya" you explained as your cheeks heated up.

"you are blushing!" they teased, flapping the fin you were sitting on slightly.

"i am not!" you denied as you covered your face from them. you definitely were.

you smiled at the memory before yelling out in frustration. you got up from your place on your marui's floor, and left to the one place that could calm you down, the cove. the journey there was muscle memory at this point, ever since you were young you went to the cove, finding comfort in the silence. you stood on the sand for a moment, basking in the last piece of sunlight before eclipse enveloped the sky. you let out a shaky breath, you wanted to scream, and cry. so that's what you did. sobs racked your body, faster than you could process as you kicked the sand beneath you, and punched the few trees that were there. as you were about to punch another palm tree, a hand stopped you.

"please do not hurt yourself (y/n)." neteyam. you ripped your hand from his grasp, "you should not be here past eclipse. go away!" you hissed out, turning your back to him.

"neither should you." he clapped back, grabbing your shoulder to turn you back around. "what i do does not concern you, anymore" you spoke and went to leave the cove, "whatever, if you will not leave, i will."

"wait!" neteyam said before thinking, and grabbed your wrist to stop you. you shook your wrist from his grasp, and turned towards him waiting for him to speak.

when he stayed silent, you sighed heavily, the silence immediately becoming awkward. you pondered asking him the question that had been on your mind for awhile, but you wanted, needed the truth. "why have you been avoiding me, neteyam?"

he froze. what was he supposed to say? 'oel ngati kamie?' no, that was too forward. he wished he could though, but there was one thing stopping him. rejection. what if you laughed, and walked away? what if you told him you didn't feel the same, with a pitiful smile? too many bad outcomes flooded his brain, and the next thing you know, he couldn't breathe.

"i-" he stuttered trying to makeup some dumb excuse again, because, apparently, that's all he can do. you sighed shakily, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

"do not lie to me this time." you warned and began picking at your fingers, a nervous habit you've had since you were young. neteyam opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it with a huff. the silence was aggravating, causing you to tell out a, "WHY?!"

you were met with even more silence, making the sob you were so desperately holding back, escape. "please tell me." you begged.

seeing you in this state absolutely broke neteyam, causing the tears that he was holding back to fall. he wanted to tell you, but the overwhelming thought of rejection kept stopping him, and would probably stop him for the rest of eternity.

you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, "FINE! if you do not wish to tell me, fine." you turned to leave before you heard his voice after what felt like hours.

"oel ngati kameie."

no. you must be dreaming. why was he telling you this?

"you may as well take my heart, (y/n), it is already full of you." he confessed.

"please go." you breathed out, pointing to the exit. now was not time for joking around.

"what is it? what is wrong (y/n)?" was he seriously asking you this?

"you know nothing about me. you have known me only five moons." you said the tears you were holding back now freely flowing.

"five moons? (y/n) i have known you all my life." he spoke metaphorically. of course he hadn't known you all his life. he knew of his mate all his life, and the second he laid eyes on you on the beach, he knew you would be his. his mate. his tìyawn. his life.

"all your life?" you scoffed.

"it is true." he began, "when i have heard beautiful music, i have thought 'they would like that', i have looked at flowers, and known that one day, i would give them to you." he confessed. he was scared, scared you would reject him now that he spilt his heart out to you.

"oh stop- stop." you begged. you wanted to believe him so badly, but there was one thing stopping you. rejection. what if he laughed in your face and told you he was merely joking around? but he wouldn't be so sick as to tell you something so intimate as 'oel ngati kameie', right? some children do.

neteyam's heart was breaking, you were rejecting him. he prayed to eywa that this wasn't the outcome, but unfortunately, not everything goes how you want it to go.

"please (y/n). oel ngati kameie. why can you not see that?" he begged, and walked towards you, cupping your cheeks with his hands. he was determined.

"prove it." you said, too tired to even try removing his hands from your face.

prove it, you say. he'd do anything to prove his love for you. "can i please kiss you?" he asked, even in moments like this he's polite as ever.

your eyes softened, "of course you can." you said and his lips crashed onto yours. his lips matched perfectly with yours. like the last two puzzle pieces coming together to complete the picture. the kiss was full of pent up feelings being released. love, passion, excitement, joy. it felt euphoric, you didn't want to pull away, but at one point you needed to or you'd be dead from loss of air.

you pulled away, much neteyam's and yours dismay, and breathed. he proved it. "you proved it." you said breathlessly.

"i proved it." even after you allowed him to kiss you, he was still scared of rejection.

"oel ngati kameie, neteyam." you confessed. oh, how he loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue.

"oel ngati kameie, (y/n)." he said for the millionth time that night. oh, how you loved the way your name rolled off of his tongue.

TRANSLATIONS

toruk makto = rider of last shadow (great leonopteryx)

uturu = sanctuary

na'rìng na'vi = forest people

skxawng = moron, idiot

olo'eyktan = clan leader

tsahìk = spiritual leader

vonvä' = asshole

tìyawn = love

oel ngati kameie = i see you

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #avatar fic #jake sully #lo’ak sully #neytiri #kiri sully #avatar 2 #mars writes *:･ﾟ

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mha-cuties-pls · 1 year

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Pairing: Kaminari x Reader | Rating: T (language) | Words: 2.5k | genre: angst

A/N: LOL i be tryna write that dabi scenario and shiggy one everyday but Ive felt so smut blocked lately and like this idea popped into my head out of no where like I bet Kaminari would be a big dumb cutie when it comes to this and I could totally see this happening. Anyways, enjoy my pain LMAO and if u think this should have a happier, smuttier, part 2 drop a comment and lmk ! Bc he’s a snack

“Just go away!” You yelled angerly, wiping the tears away that rolled down your cheeks harshly with the end of your sweatshirt. The way the rough material felt as you dragged it across your irritated skin stung, but you couldn’t care less. The only feeling you could focus on was the sinking one in your chest.

“Babe, wait!” Kaminari yelled, catching the door to your room swiftly before you were able to shut it in his face. “Come on, you have to talk to me.” He shouted while following you, finally cornering you between himself and your bed. Though, he was still met with you facing your back towards him. When he reached his hand out to place it gently on your shoulder, you immediately shrugged off the contact, sending a pang through his heart. Tears began to well in his eyes, though he dare not let them fall yet. “Please!”

You screamed out of frustration, eyes glued shut as you tried to steady your breaths. “No, just get out of here! I don’t even want to look at you.” Though you could still feel his presence behind you, and you could hear the small sniffles and breaths he was making behind you. “Please,” you begged, your voice cracking, “pl-please leave m-me alone.”

Kaminari looked at the way your body began to shake, and how your hands moved from their position on your sides up to your face to stifle the sounds of the sobs you were making. The sobs you were making because of him.

God, he cried internally, feeling a tear of his own roll down his cheek while he stayed frozen in his spot. Fear was consuming his entire being, and all his attempts to diffuse the situation just seemed to make everything worse. Why did I have to search those videos? He wondered, the breath catching in his throat once more as his body flushed, replaying the dramatic scene that had just went down a few moments before in his head over and over. Why did she have to see them?

“Babe-“ He started to say, but was cut off almost immediately.

“Don’t you dare fucking call me that.” You interjected harshly, turning your head around to shoot him a nasty glare. The way your eyes puffed out and your nose got red when you cried usually made you look even cuter to Kaminari, but the expression behind your eyes was something he had never seen before. It was cold, and calculating, and hateful. And it was directed towards him.

But, you couldn’t really mean that. Could you?

“So-sorry.” He said, his voice quieter this time as he looked between you and the floor, trying to avoid your harsh stare. “But, you d-don’t want to br-break up, right?”

Not letting your face falter, you stared at him in silence for a moment. Contemplating. Raging.

“Maybe I do.” The words left your mouth reluctantly, and hung around you two in the air menacingly during the moments that followed. Just as you felt yourself about to crack, however, you noticed the way Kaminaris eyes grew just a bit more desperate, and his lower lip began to wobble.

“No ____ please.” He choked out, and you watched the drops that once dotted his cheeks begin to form steady streams as he lost any resolve he had left. “P-Please, ____ dont do this to me.” Reaching out to you, he attempted to cup your face, only to have his heart wrenched even more when you flinched away from his touch. You used to love it when he grabbed your face. “I need you!”

“No you dont!” You yelled back, your voice going up several octaves more than you planned. The heavy feeling in your chest felt like it was never going to go away, and it was actually physically painful; Like someone literally ripped your heart out. Placing your hands tenderly on your chest, you pressed down, fruitlessly trying to alleviate the devastating ache. “Y-you obviously dont.” Your last words came out as a whisper, and you averted your eyes completely to the floor, allowing your vision to become blurry by your eyes unfocusing. Though when you weren’t actively looking at something, your mind flashed images of what you saw on his phone earlier. The gut-wrenching feeling returned in waves almost as strong as they were when you initially saw them, and a choked sob escaped your throat again in place of words. Oh god I think I’m gonna throw up.

“Baby,” Kaminari said, his voice cracking at the end. You wouldn’t have looked up at him, if he hadn’t of crouched down to where you were, bringing his face inches from your own. “Baby, I’m so, so sorry.” When you looked at him, you could see his face wet with tears, and the remorse was clear in his eyes.

But, unfortunately, its not like you haven’t been here before. “Yeah,” you mumbled out, wiping your red cheeks once more, “thats what you always say.”

And with that, Kaminari couldn’t deny, he definitely felt like the biggest piece of shit on earth. He watched your face contort and twist while you tried to fight back your tears, and wanted to say something to console you. Usually, whenever you felt like this, you would run into his arms, and ask him in that sweet voice of yours to hold you close to him while he rubbed your back in soothing motions and vented to him about whatever it was that upset you.

The only difference was, was that now he was the source of your distress.

“I-I know.” He breathed out with a meek voice, “I just didnt think….” But he trailed off, unable to explain himself in a way that he thought wouldn’t upset you further. Releasing a heavy sigh, Kaminari reached his hand out to pat your shoulder tentatively, and when you didnt flinch away from him or shrug off his hand, he felt a small part of him calm down. Maybe this will all be okay. “I wasn’t thinking.” Was all the explanation he could muster up. Which, based off your sour expression, wasn’t going to be good enough.

“That’s such a fucking cop out, Kaminari, and you know it.” Your voice finally seemed to be evening out as all the disappointment and sadness you felt burdening your chest turned into pure rage. “Why is it, that you get to do whatever you want, look at whatever you want,” you said through clenched teeth, “and I just have to be okay with it because ‘that’s just how guys are’?” Sure, maybe some people would say your overreacting. But really, were you? “I mean, come on, Denki!” The tears began to well in your eyes uncontrollably once more as you stared up at him, the emotions washing over too fast for you to properly register them, resulting in an all out breakdown from you. Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, you pulled him closer to you dramatically, hoisting yourself up as well as you felt your legs become more wobbly by the second. As you stared into his eyes, you could see, he was hurting too. “I fucking begged you.” Your words were nothing but a whisper, and you couldn’t bare to look at him any longer, hanging your head down defeatedly.

“I know.” He said, and you could feel his breath on the top of your head, though couldn’t find the strength to meet his eyes. Part of you wanted to believe that it was remorse you were hearing in his voice, too. But you couldnt let yourself be so naive, especially after he basically just proved to you what you had known all along.

“So, just admit it.” Trying to get a grip, you took a deep breath, and wiped your cheeks again before looking back up at him. The way his sad eyes bore into yours made you want to cry and crawl into his arms, a place you had regarded as your safe space not too long ago. But, you couldn’t let him continue to make a fool of you. You wouldn’t. “Admit, that I’m not enough for you.” As soon as the words left your throat, you felt your lip begin to quiver, and water gathered in your eyes once more. You hated how this bastard somehow still had such a powerful effect on you when you just wanted to be rid of him.

“No!” He screamed, an incredulous look on his face. “Why would you even say that?”

“Are you FUCKING kidding me right now?” You screamed, all restraint and common sense lost. Straightening your back, you made sure to look him dead in the eye with the most spiteful look you could muster. “Do you take me as a fucking joke Kaminari?”

“N-“

“I wasn’t done talking!” Now at your highest volume yet, you were almost sure your screams could be heard through the walls. Hopefully no one was in their dorms at the moment, but honestly for the time being, you didn’t care. “I begged you Kaminari!” Taking a step towards him, you pushed his chest as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backwards as you went in to push him again. “I got down on my hands and knees and I fucking begged you not to watch videos like that! Hell,” you started, a crazy laugh escaping you, “I even told you to just delete your history, if you did, because I’m an understanding fucking person!” But of course, he just refused to listen to you; to hear you. “And you couldn’t even be bothered to do that, huh?”

When you looked into his eyes, you expected to see some semblance of anger or defensiveness, but were met with neither. Rather, Denki Kaminari sat in front of you, possibly for the first time ever, as a silent, weeping mess. Biting his lip and trying his best to contain his cries as you unraveled in front of him. It almost made you feel bad for him, until you remembered why you were both in this fight in the first place.

“No!” He choked out, reaching out to grab your wrist, “It’s not like that, ____. You know I love you.”

As much as you hate to admit it, your heart swelled when you heard him say that. Just hearing that brought a comfort to you that allowed you to breathe just a little easier, and the way his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist soothed your anger a bit more.

But this was far from over.

“So then why’d you do it?” You spat out, malice dripping from every word. Though, you couldnt help but let the next words spill messily from your mouth, your voice cracking as you asked, “why cant you stop?”

Big, ugly sobs escaped you following your words. Only now, you didn’t feel at all inclined to hold them back, and allowed yourself to cry more intensely than you ever had in front of him before. The violent way they left your chest made your whole body shake, and Kaminari was positive you couldnt see anything as you just left the tears to stream down your cheeks uninhibited.

He reached his arms out tentatively, and wrapped them around you slowly, until he finally felt your weight fall into his own. Taking a moment to simply sit there, he appreciated the feeling of you being in his arms again, something he feared just moments ago might’ve never happened again, and it would’ve all been his fault.

Running his fingers gently down the side of your head he smoothed your hair down in soothing motions, causing you to relax into him ever so slightly. “Because I’m fucking stupid, okay?” His answer earned another whimper from you, and he felt your chest begin to rise and fall rapidly as you began to cry once more. “Hey, hey, hey, listen, okay?” Hugging your body tighter to his own, he closed his own eyes for a moment as he rested his head on top of yours, trying to find the perfect answer, if one even existed. “Ive never exactly had a real girlfriend before.” His words were hushed now that you had begun to calm down again. “And as awkward and nerdy as it sounds, I’ve kind of been watching those videos for years and I just, I dont know.” He wished there was a better way to describe it, a way that you could understand. But he also knew that the reason it probably hurt you so much was because you couldn’t understand. At the end of the day, you weren’t a man. “It almost becomes, like a habit, you know? Like a part of your life.”

You tried to calm down, you really did. But the way he seemed to half-ass his explanations only served to anger you further, and you felt your boiling pot of emotions bubble up inside you and spill over the edge once more. A strange led cry left your mouth before you continued. “Whatever, Denki.” Trying to wriggle yourself out of his grasp, you found your anger growing each time he tried to stop your exit. “Then thats it I cant do this anymo-“

“____!” Kaminari yelled, his voice just as hurt as your own. His face was a mess by this point as well, you noted. At least the bastard felt bad enough to cry. “____…dont leave me.” He squeaked out, voice barely above a whisper. You tried to pull your wrist from his grasp but he held on tightly. “Please.”

Taking in a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, trying to level your emotions enough to think. “You need to understand,” every word left quieter than the last, “how much this hurts me, Kaminari.” Your eyes were pleading with him, big and emotional. “I just dont think I can do it forever. Compete with them.” Another single, solitary tear rolled down your cheek before you added, “I dont want to.”

“Aw, ____.” Kaminaris hand reached to smooth his thumb over your cheek soothingly, and he was relieved to see you lean into his touch. However, he had never seen you so vulnerable before, and that was what scared him the most. He never wanted to see you hurt this bad, and he certainly never thought it would be because of something he did. “You’re not competing with them. You have to understand that its not like that.”

But his words did little other than upset you further, and you scoffed at his comment. “Whatever it ‘is like’, I dont care, Denki.” Taking in another deep breath, you took his hand in yours. “You either need to figure out a way to stop, or at least be diligent enough to make sure I never see that shit on your phone again! Or I swear to god-“

“Dont worry,” he said through a sniffle, and now it was his turn to wipe his nose. “I-I won’t ever let you down again, ____.” An ugly cry escaped his throat as he pulled you into a tight hug once more. “You mean everything to me.” Then, taking his hands and placing them on either side of your face, you were met with the adoration in his eyes, along with flooded relief as he realized the true weight of his situation wasn’t as bad as he originally thought. “I promise, I wont fuck it up again.”

Closing your eyes, you relished in the feeling of his hand against your cheek, and felt your body finally, completely, relax into his own. “You better not, because I really love you, Denki Kaminari.”

“I love you too, ____.”

#denki kaminari #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero acedamia #kaminari x you #kaminari x y/n #bnha kaminari #kaminari angst #denki fluff #denki imagine #my hero fluff

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HAHAHAHA NO WORRIES PLS TAKE UR TIME TO ANSWER MY ASKS!!!! hope u are had a good sleep n are taking care of urself 🫶🫶 and AWWW THANK U pleaseeeee i wish i really did actually Write Write 😪 i just have a very active imagination n too many thoughts...

BUTTT i have to admit.. i did come up with a male oc last time.. may have dumped many thoughts about him n aaron... the premise is that oc joined the BAU and somewhere along the line, aaron and him became FWBs 🤭🤭 n they text A LOT which forms the basis of their friendship n closeness.

i think some of these scenarios r SOOO FUNNY EMBARRASSING bc there's so many ways where i picture them getting close calls and ALMOST getting caught. like they're both super intelligent n responsible men but the moment they're insanely horny... their brains fly out the window 😭😭... but i'd say it'll be AGES before i ever publish something concrete bc i need to brush up my Descriptive writing skills first LMFAOOO (bc i'm more of an academic writer which just focuses on getting to the point so my vocabulary is like. Horrible.) but lmk if u ever wna hear any of them bc i'll be more than happy to share HEHEHE .

maybe one day i'd just come off anon n create an account to actually talk Talk to u but I'm Shy 😪👉👈 LMFAOOOOOO SORRY this is SOOOO funny thinking abt how i literally said the most god awful filthiest things abt aaron n im yapping abt being embarrassed

-🤲

I WANNA ANSWER YOUR ASKS IMMEDIATELY OUGH THEY'RE JUST SO GOOOOOD!! curse stupid silly tumblr app formatting asks so that i can't read it when i'm tryna answer </3 and GOD I GETCHA, that's how i used to be and sometimes get with some characters/fandoms but with aaron i just gotta WRITE !! i have way too many ideas though so i only get the short one-shots out and not the stuff i really wanna write, like the multi-chapter fics n angst and stuff with my ocs </3 i'm praying i can sometime soon

YESYESYEYESYESYESYSEY I LOOOOOOOOVE MALE OC'S HOLY FUCK PLEAE PLEASE PLESAEEEE LEMME KNOW ANYTJHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS!! like i live off of oc's, ESPECIALLY MALE OC'S oh my god i have SO MANY and so many plans for aaron x male oc fics. i have some mostly written but ending them is HARD.

i looove the idea of FWBs hehe that's sooo good. like they get stressed on a case and end up fuckin somehow (even better if it's the classic one bed trope) and oop it just becomes a habit hehe :') LMAOOO I LOVE THAT THO, THEM CONSTANTLY ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT BC THE MOMENT THEY'RE HORNY THEY BECOME DUMB NEEDY MEN LMFAOOO. i can imagine them just being silly n super casually walking to each others rooms at the hotel and like dave sees aaron walking toward's oc's room one night and is just like "you sure that's your room, aaron? 🤨" and aaron is just like "oh... right... yeah... wrong room" and walks back to his own room in embarrassment LMFAOOOO. dave cockblocked him fr BUT YES PLEASE TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS I WANNA HEAR THEM FOREVER AHHH ANYTHING ABOUT AARON N OC'S WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY

omgomgomg if you did that i would DIE i'd be SOOOOO EXCITED SDKHFKSDFJ but don't feel pressured to !!!! like i understand that you're shy hehe (me too!!!) but just know i would LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE to talk to you!! but i do love talking to you over anon too, so do whatever you feel comfortable with <3 feel free to carry on sending the filthiest asks, it makes my day lol (and feel free to talk about literally anything you want as well, i'd love to get to know you!!)

#🤲 anon #casks #casper's anons #aaron hotchner #aaron hothner x reader #criminal minds

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outerbankies · 3 years

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new light part 6: far from here — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: rafe confronts you and ward about midsummers; one week before you both leave for college isn’t the best time for a major reckoning in your relationship.

warnings: drinking, swearing, lil bit of suggestive content if u squint (still 18+ pls)

a/n: hi there new light besties! thanks for reading. do you like my fancy new masterlist? this is up later than i thought, because i wanted to spend the weekend celebrating my bday (which is today, actually! so here’s my gift to you all!), but that was a complete failure, because i kept getting ideas for future parts and writing them down in my notes app all weekend—anyway… i hope you stuck around :) there’s some rafe pov in this (and there will be more in future parts) so i hope that isn’t cheating! because i think it’s pretty important. lmk what you think! 😌

oh, we can go far from here

You’d sworn Topper and Kelce to secrecy the night of Midsummers, cornering the two drunken idiots in the bathroom at Griffin’s party after your heart-to-heart with Rafe. They’d both given you easy nods, mostly concerned with wanting to get out of there and take more shots as soon as they could. You considered the matter done and dusted—you weren’t going to tell Rafe, you trusted your friends, and you highly doubted Ward would say anything.

But how could you forget that the only other person who knew about your talk with Ward was downstairs, right now? And you had left him with your boyfriend, unsupervised.

Thinking back to John B giving you encouragement from across the Island Club lawn, no idea his girlfriend’s father had no plans of letting her keep him around—the memory makes you sick to your stomach. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to come down on him later for running his mouth.

You decide not to look at Rafe, hoping the way your movements faltered as you traced a finger over the spine of all of his records didn’t show. You clear your throat. “What about Midsummers?” Maybe if you play it cool, you can make it through this unscathed. Maybe John B didn’t talk about your talk with Ward at all.

Rafe clears his throat. “He asked me if you ‘passed the Ward test.’ Any idea what that’s about?”

Fuck.

“Yeah, we talked a little during pictures after I met Rose and your dad,” you say, sliding one of the records off of the shelf, pretending to look at the tracklist, scanning the song titles over and over again without comprehending a single one of them.

“No,” Rafe says, and you hear him set his beer can onto his nightstand. “John B said he saw you at the bar. After pictures, during the dance. And you were with my father.”

He sounds steady and sure, giving a time and location so precise that you can’t play dumb anymore. But when you turn to look at him, Rafe looks anxious. His eyes are narrowed, he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. You take pity on him, turning to slide the record back into its spot and finally face him head on.

“Rafe…”

He puts his hands up, effectively cutting you off. Not like you knew what you were going to say anyways. “I’m going to ask you this one time. Is that why you were so upset when I let you leave that night?”

“Stop,” you say, crossing the room to him. Your hands reach out and grab him at the waist instinctively. “You didn’t let me do anything, okay? I told you to stay.”

His face drops—that’s all the confirmation he needs, and he’s backing out of your hold immediately.

“God dammit, Y/n/n. I fucking knew you weren’t okay.”

“It really wasn’t—I was fine.”

“No, you weren’t,” he says firmly. “Why couldn’t you tell me that in the pool at Griffin’s? I asked you.”

Rafe’s only one step out of your reach, but you feel like he’s miles away. Your hands itch at your sides, the rejection of your touch a few seconds ago only adding to the growing pit in your stomach. “We already got into it earlier and I just… didn’t wanna completely ruin your night.”

“No, stop that,” he pleads—demands, hands settling on his hips. “If your night was ruined, so was mine.”

You just shrug lamely, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“That’s not even the point right now. What did he say to you?” He assesses your body language, takes a deep breath, and his next words are coming out softer. “I’ve been in the dark for a month now, sweetheart. You have to let me in.”

You nod reluctantly, taking a moment to walk across the room to take a seat on the bench under his window that faces the backyard.

“Remember at Griffin’s, when I told you your dad didn’t want us to be together?”

Rafe nods, jaw clenched tightly from where you can make him out in your peripheral vision.

“Well, I told you that because your dad told me that he thinks I’m just going to distract you from your future,” you say, voice quiet. Before continuing, you look over at your boyfriend, who’s looking down at his shoes. You can read his posture as always, and his rigid stance is not looking promising. But you’re already found out, so you might as well keep going. “He just said that you need to focus, so it’s not the right time for us. And that I shouldn’t be tying myself down to a commitment like this right now. Or… even a year from now.”

Rafe slowly settles down on the edge of his bed, hand coming to stroke his chin while he thinks. The silence is a bit unsettling, the only sound in the room the mixture of laughter and music coming from downstairs. You wish you had never came up here.

When Rafe finally speaks, he doesn’t sound like he was able to work anything out.

“Why would he—no, that’s bullshit,” he scoffs. “What does he know?”

That you are totally invested in me, only know how to think with your heart, and you’re determined to make this work no matter what it takes. All things that, before your talk with Ward, made your heart flutter—because cruel as he was, his father was right. He did know his son. Everything was true, you had never doubted Rafe’s commitment to you. But now it meant something completely different. You still didn’t doubt Rafe’s commitment, but you wondered if it wasn’t that simple anymore—as simple as the two of you falling for each other and then figuring out the rest.

“You’re not saying anything,” Rafe says in a hushed tone from his spot on the bed.

“Rafe, that’s your father. Not to mention your boss.”

“No,” he shuts you down. “Don’t do that. You can’t listen to him.”

“Don’t you think we have to?”

“No, I don’t,” he practically spits. “I never fucking do.”

You can’t help yourself. The doubt you’d been trying to push down all month, ever since Ward approached you and then Rafe let you leave, it was back with a vengeance, clawing its way back from the deep recesses of your mind. “But what if—”

His head shoots up from where it’d been hanging between his shoulders. “What if what?”

“I’m just—I’m scared, Rafe.”

“Of what? Of him?”

“Of him being right.”

“What? Sweetheart—“

But now you can’t stop, all of your worst fears spilling from your lips before you can even decide if you want them to. “Have you thought this through? Like how long we’re going to have to spend apart?”

“Of course I have, Y/n/n,” he says, finally standing again, his steps across the room to you hasty and rushed. “I knew exactly where you went to college when I asked you out.”

“Yeah, but that’s—it’s not like you knew we’d make it this far?” you ask, looking up at him as he approaches you. He sits down gingerly, leaving what he must imagine to be a comfortable distance between the two of you, when all you want to do is let him hold you. Or let you hold him, fuck. You’d never seen him like this. You guys hadn’t been this timid around each other in a while.

“No,” Rafe agrees. “But I didn’t rule anything out.”

“Things are different now, babes,” you say, surprised when it comes out sounding choked up.

“Different how? We were talking about visiting each other like, ten minutes ago.”

“You—how can you just be so sure, Rafe? About everything?” Your voice cracks.

He moves closer to you then, placing a tentative hand on your knee. His touch causes the first tear to fall, all of the anxiety you’d been bottling up in the last month finally coming to the surface as he gathers you in his arms.

“Because it’s you, Y/l/n. The girl I’ve been in—the girl I’ve been chasing for years. I’m not giving that up because my dad doesn’t think I can handle it,” he says. His thumb wipes under one of your eyes. “Please don’t cry. Not because of him. I can’t believe he cornered you like that. Is that all he said?”

You nod.

“For real this time?” he asks pointedly, hand on your jaw so you have to look at him.

“Yes, Rafe.” You hadn’t told anyone about how much Ward really dug into his son, and you didn’t see the need to pass on that information to him right now. You hate lying to him, but you’re not sure how divulging that would help either of you right now.

He was so mean to me, you want to say. And to you. How do you survive that? How are you raised by someone like that and still end up being able to love like you do?

You want to bang your fists against his chest like a child as he comforts you, because it isn’t fair.

“You have to tell me shit like this though, baby. I don’t want you trying to handle that on your own. You never come by the house anymore, you wanted to visit me at the office so bad and now you avoid it like the plague. You didn’t…” he trails off, pushing you back out of his hold so he can search your eyes. “That’s why you didn’t come to dinner with us on the mainland last week, isn’t it? And why you won’t talk about post grad, or even—”

He’s completely dropped his touch from you now, standing up to pace his room. “Rafe, you need to—”

“You hid this from me for a month, Y/n/n. You don’t get to tell me what I need to do anymore.”

Your mouth snaps shut, getting whiplash from how quickly the conversation had turned. Rafe hardly talked about his father around you if he could help it, and you were beginning to see why.

“You know he kept asking me, too,” he rambles. “If you were coming to dinner with us. Acted so bummed when you said no. When the whole time he must’ve been so smug he scared you off—I swear to god—”

You stand, placing yourself in his immediate path and pressing your hands into his chest, your right palm covering his heart that’s hammering in his chest.

When Rafe doesn’t move away from your touch you wrap your arms back around his waist, squeezing him as tight as you can. It takes him a second to reciprocate, but he’s heaving a sigh and resting a hand on the back of your head soon enough. He practically sags in your hold, his other arm coming to wrap around your shoulders.

“He didn’t scare me off, Rafe. I’m right here.”

“But you didn’t tell me, Y/n/n,” he whispers, sounding hurt. “Fucking John B knew and I didn’t. Sarah probably knew, too. Anyone else?”

“No.”

“Y/n.”

“Fuck,” you say, head buried in his chest. “Fine, I told Topper and Kelce after, but that’s it.”

Rafe just drops his arms from around you and nods, and you can see the muscles in his jaw twitching when you look up at him. “So everyone knew but me.”

“Rafe—”

Your phone vibrates then, a text from Dylan coming through as you swipe through your phone.

Can we leave

Rafe took the opportunity to extract himself from your hold, settling back down onto the window seat.

“Um, Dylan’s asking to go.”

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna…” you start. “I should probably head down there.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea,” Rafe says, not looking up from where he’s hunched over, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together.

“I’m sorry, Rafe. I didn’t—” you start, choking up again. “I didn’t want this to happen. I should’ve told you.”

“Stop, hey,” he says, tugging you to stand in between his legs. “C’mere.”

You lean back into him immediately, arms around his shoulders and face tucked into his neck.

“I’m not mad at you,” he says. “I just need—I have to figure this out. Alright? Text me when you get home safe, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We’re moving Dylan into his dorm tomorrow, so maybe the next day?”

Rafe nods, looking like his thoughts are miles away from this room, and from you. “The next day.”

“Okay. I—okay.” You kiss him on the forehead, heart sinking when his lips don’t quirk up the way they usually do.

—

Rafe thought he could wait to confront his dad, give him a minute to settle after getting back from his trip. But he’d spent the last 24 hours stewing in his anger, tossing and turning all night thinking about what he was going to say, how he’d say it—if he should say anything at all. He couldn’t work out in his head why Ward would say that to you, but he knew he couldn’t let it go. He didn’t fear his dad when it came to you. So Rafe thought he’d approach it rationally and try to have an honest conversation.

But as soon as he hears Wheezie and Rose head upstairs, he’s practically flying down the stairs.

“What the hell did you say to my girlfriend?”

“Start over. And watch your tone,” Ward warns, not looking up from his computer screen as Rafe storms into his office.

Rafe can’t help it, he straightens up instinctively.

“Y/n told me dad. She told me everything you said to her at Midsummers.”

“Took her long enough,” Ward sighs, settling back into his chair and crossing his legs. “Was wondering when we’d have this talk. Not surprised she kept it from you for so long, however.”

“Don’t—you don’t even know her.”

“I know plenty.” Ward smirks, standing up and strolling over to his bar cart. “Have a drink with your dad?”

“I’m fine.”

The amused glint in Ward’s eye bothers Rafe to no end. “Suit yourself.”

Silence befalls the two of them as Ward prepares a drink, Rafe having to actively remind himself to not explode every five seconds.

“Let me ask you something, Rafe. Are you serious about this girl?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not a summer fling?”

“Absolutely not,” Rafe replies.

“Thought so,” Ward nods in recognition, coming around his desk to stand closer to his son, leaning up against the study oak furniture. “Okay. Next question.”

Rafe just gives him a blank stare.

“Do you… honestly believe that you can keep up with a girl like that?”

That throws him off a little. “What?”

“Rafe, I worked hard to give you a great life and I’m proud of how I’ve been able to do that,” Ward says, gesturing around his office. Rafe has to resist rolling his eyes. “But what I’ve been able to provide for you doesn’t even scratch the surface of the kind of family your girlfriend comes from. That kind of money and power—”

“Jesus, Dad, did you run a fucking profile on her?”

“I did what I had to do to for you Rafe. Everything I’ve ever done in life was for you and your sisters. And I didn’t work this hard for you to run off with the Y/l/n girl—”

“Wait, wait,” Rafe interrupts, realization setting in. “What is this even about?”

“Rafe—”

“You... don’t think we’re good enough? I thought… I thought you and Rose liked the Y/l/ns.”

Ward laughs bitterly, waving a hand in dismissal. “Please, I’m very comfortable in our position, Rafe. And I’m definitely not above pretending to play nice when it’s advantageous for island politics. But Rafe, a girl like Y/n is above even your caliber. And I guarantee she knows it.”

Rafe takes pause for a second, because he’d truly never thought of it this way. In all the ways that Rafe thought you were high above him, money was never a place he considered himself inferior. Sure, your parents were loaded. But all of his friends’ were. The Camerons had made their way up to the top before Rafe could really gain a sense of consciousness for that kind of thing, so it was never a sore point for him. He knew the difference between old money and new money, could see the difference in how he was raised versus his friends. Established as they were, your family wasn’t nearly as intense as his; confident in their status in a way that didn’t require the constant flaunting. Rafe could never relate, and he thinks back to Midsummers when you were all about to enter together. He thought you were just nervous to debut as a couple, but what if you were judging him?

“We don’t care about that stuff, Dad. Her family isn’t like that.”

“You’re not that naive, Rafe. Every family in Figure 8 is like that.”

“Not her’s.”

“No?” Ward challenges, a glint in his eye. “Why do you think it took her this long to notice you? You guys have known each other since you were kids, haven’t you? Since you were on a scholarship at the elementary school her grandparents’ donated an entire wing to. But she didn’t even notice you until I earned our seat at the table.”

“You—you have it so wrong, Dad, she was intimidated to meet you—”

“Because I worked my ass off to make our name garner respect from everyone on this island. Including the fucking Y/l/ns, Rafe,” Ward says. Rafe falls silent at his interruption, Ward taking a small step closer to him. “And tell me, son. What do her parents think of you?”

His mind briefly flashes back to your little tiff at Griffin’s, how you’d been a little shocked and definitely frustrated that Ward hadn’t seemed to like you, but your parents loved Rafe despite his reputation.

“They—”

He can’t even work through that, because his dad is talking over him, moving onto his next point. “She doesn’t have to work hard like you do, Rafe. Not like I’ve had to my entire life.”

“Dad, don’t—she works hard, a-and she’s earning a degree just like me.”

“What does she do for work, Rafe?”

Rafe sighs, hand coming to tug at the hem of his shirt nervously. “She’s a nanny.”

Ward laughs. “Okay, so she’s masquerading as the help until graduation. Let me guess, she’s studying something like fashion? Art?”

“Creative writing.”

“Equally as useless. Because she doesn’t need it to be, Rafe,” Ward says. “She’s going to have you following her around in California like a little lap dog in a fucking purse. She’ll beg you to quit development so you can take a board seat at her grandfather’s foundation instead. And then what, you’re going to leave us? Leave your family that made you?”

“Dad, what? I’m not going anywhere—you’re crazy. You’re literally crazy.”

“You watch how you fucking talk to me,” Ward says, backing his son up a few steps with a finger pointed in his face. “I am your father.”

“And she’s my girlfriend. I love her.”

Ward’s smugness is back. “Does she love you, Rafe?”

Rafe inhales a shaky breathe. He knew he loved you, had known it for a little while at this point. But he’d never said it to you, nor you to him. At least not yet.

“I love you. Rose and your sisters, we all love you.”

He takes a seat in one of the chairs facing this father’s desk, resting his head in his hands. “I thought… I always thought you’d want me to be with someone like her. Sarah’s still dating Routledge, for Christ’s sake, Dad. I thought you’d be proud I was punching above my weight—”

“Is that why you went out with her?”

“Of course not, dad. What the fuck?” Rafe says, looking back up at him. Ward just shrugs. “She said you told her she was a great girl, just not the right time, and you didn’t want me distracted—”

“Obviously I lied to her, Rafe. I’m not a monster, trying to make some girl cry at Midsummers. Not Y/n Y/l/n, nonetheless. How would that look for me? For you? I was protecting you.”

Rafe scoffs. “Thanks for that, Dad.”

“Don’t you find it odd she didn’t tell you until now? That she hid it from you for this long?”

“Stop.”

“Why would she do that, Rafe?”

“Because you scared the shit out of her for no good reason other than the fact that you think I’m not good enough for her. Which I know I am.”

“Or maybe it’s because I was right. And she knew it,” Ward finishes, slamming his glass down on the desk, effectively silencing his son. When Rafe doesn’t speak, he continues. “I’m going to tell you the same thing I told her. You’re both adults, so I’m not telling you to stay away from each other. But you need to use your fucking head, Rafe. You work so hard, don’t throw it away on that snooty little—”

Rafe hears the glass shatter before he even feels himself pick it up, before he even makes the choice to stand up and grab it, then throw it at the wall behind his father’s head. A million pieces scatter across the floor, some falling onto the neighboring shelves. He narrowly misses a framed local business award. Ward just smirks, taking a step back from his oldest child.

“Did I strike a nerve, son?”

Rafe is practically shaking in anger at his dad’s words about you, nudging past him roughly to leave the office—the house—before he does something he really regrets. But Ward stops him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Clean this up. Right now.”

—

Wilbur’s bark startles the life out of you at 2 a.m. You’re still awake, trying in vain to distract yourself from the fact that it’d been over a day and you still hadn’t really talked to Rafe. You’d let your phone die and signed out of iMessage and Facetime on your laptop, because not getting any notifications from him was driving you absolutely crazy, even though you both agreed to talk to the day after you got back.

You’d spent the entire day an emotional wreck, between Dylan moving out and your first fight (was it a fight?) with Rafe. He hadn’t seemed okay at all when you left, and even though he said he wasn’t mad at you, the waiting was driving you crazy. You had half a mind to just go see him, or even pick up the phone and call him, see if he’d been posting on social media—anything.

You pause the show you’ve been half-watching, sitting up straight in your bed when Wilbur runs to your window. You hear rapid knocking, and you know who it is before you really even know.

You rush to flick on the light that illuminates the roof outside your window, sighing in relief as you unlock it. Your boyfriend is tumbling in shortly after you push it open, cramming his tall body through the gap.

“What the fuck?” Rafe rushes, wrapping you up in his arms instantly, the force of him combined with Wilbur jumping on you both enough to knock you back a few steps. “Are you okay? I was worried sick.”

Your hands fly to his back, gripping his shirt in your hands at his frantic tone. “Rafe, m’fine, I—”

“I texted you. Called you ten times, fuck, Y/n/n,” he says.

“What? Um, my phone died and I… I didn’t think you’d wanna talk to me today. M’sorry.” You fight back your tears, just enjoying letting him hold you. It’d never felt like this before. “Thought you were mad.”

“No, I’m not. Not at you. I thought you were upset but—I just got worried,” he says, pulling back to look over your face. “I‘ve been trying you for hours, Y/l/n.”

You flush down to your neck, no idea you’d make him so worried. You turned off your devices for your own sanity, looking at your text thread was honestly starting to wear on you as the day dragged on. After you said bye to your little brother and the excitement of the day was over, nothing could distract you from your texts with Rafe that hadn’t updated since that morning. He’d still told you to have a safe trip, leaving it at that. “It was driving me crazy—the waiting—so I just, like, unplugged.”

“Warn a guy next time, okay?” he asks, kissing your forehead.

“Okay,” you promise.

“Good,” he nods, stepping back from you a bit awkwardly then. All of the rush of seeing him again and Rafe making sure you were okay had settled, leaving the two of you to stand there silently, not sure where to go next and who was gonna go there first. Rafe deflects. “Um, so how was the mainland? You guys got Dylan all squared away?”

You blink, not expecting that. Rafe busies himself with plugging your phone in for you, glancing at the opened laptop on your bed significantly. “I signed out of everything, swear to god,” you admit sheepishly. “But um, yeah? He seems fine, my mom—I’m sorry. Can we talk about that later?”

He sighs, dropping down to sit on your bed.

“Yeah, we can.”

“You came all the way to my house at 2 a.m. and scaled the wall because I wasn’t answering my phone?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Realistically, I assumed you were okay but,” he sighs, running his hands over his face. “I talked to my dad about Midsummers.”

“Fuck, Rafe.”

“I know. And I just really wanted to hear your voice after? Needed to,” he continues, words overflowing. “But you weren’t answering. And I don’t wanna spend the last week of summer not being with you when you’re right around the block, so I just. I parked on the street right outside, instead of a few houses down like normal. I hope that was okay?”

You nod absentmindedly to the details about his truck, mind stuck on what he said before that. “Back up, you talked to him? You didn’t tell me you were going to do that.”

“Yeah,” he shrugs.

“How did it go?”

“Not well? Um, actually pretty fucking horrible,” he says, laughing bitterly. “I just really needed to come see you, and when you weren’t answering, I just started thinking—” he cuts himself off, standing suddenly. “Y’know what, this was weird, right? I crossed a line. I can leave.”

You stand immediately, hands reaching out to stop him. “No, please stay. Stay here, Rafe.”

“Aren’t your parents home?”

“If the backyard cameras haven’t already picked up the motion of you scaling the literal wall, then one of them probably heard Wilbur. I don’t care either way,” you shrug. Rafe nods, standing up to empty his pockets onto your night stand, scratching Wilbur on the head like he’d just noticed him for the first time. “I need to… I’m gonna get ready for bed. Do you want pajamas?”

“Don’t think I’ll fit into any of your skimpy little sets, sweet girl.”

You roll your eyes, pushing him in the direction of your closet, but you’re thankful for the shift in tone, no matter how forced he’s making it seem. “There should be some big t-shirts in the bottom drawer, right under my socks.”

You leave him alone to wash your face and brush your teeth, wracking your brain over how to approach this situation as Rafe sits on the other side of the door. Something’s wrong with him. His eyes are wild for the late hour, and you know it’s not just because he was worried about you. You open the door when you’re done, finding him shirtless with his jeans still on, sitting at the edge of your bed. He’s holding a shirt in his hands.

“I cannot believe you still have this.”

You squint at the logo as he holds it up for you, faded white lettering on a navy long sleeve: Kildare Academy Water Polo.

Of all the reminiscing, reflecting, pride-swallowing and owning up you and Rafe had done since discovering your mutual crushes, that shirt was still your best kept secret.

Your eyes widen and your cheeks get warm, having completely forgotten where you kept that shirt. You would’ve never let Rafe rifle through your drawers had you remembered.

Senior year of high school, you’d gone with Rafe, Topper and Kelce to a boneyard party after sitting through some stupid Island Club banquet with all of your parents. Coming straight from dinner, the spaghetti strap mini dress you adorned wasn’t enough to keep you warm once the sun went down and the temperature dropped. You had drunkenly patted on Rafe’s arm, holding your hand out for his truck keys so you could go grab a shirt out of Kelce’s gym bag.

“You okay?” Rafe had asked, interrupting his conversation with some touron. “I can take you home.”

“No, we can stay,” you shiver. “Just cold. Kelce said I could grab his shirt.”

Rafe had given you his keys no questions asked, and you’d sorted through the bags in the backseat for the blue long sleeve Kelce had told you he left in there. You couldn’t find his, but Rafe’s swim bag was open, the shirt sitting right on top. Your drunken mind had allowed you to contemplate it for exactly five seconds before you snatched it, throwing it on and walking back to the party. You’d sauntered up to Rafe, sleeves tucked over your hands and the smell of chlorine mixed with his cologne making you giddy, placing his keys back in his hands and making for a quick exit.

“Hey, wait,” he’d said, hand tugging on your elbow to pull you back. His eyes had flicked over your figure, and you felt self conscious about how the shirt almost made it look like you’re not wearing any bottoms. “That’s… mine.”

You’d pretended to be shocked, eyes widening and gasp leaving your mouth. “Oh shit, Rafe. M’sorry, let me—”

“No, no,” he’d said, smile tugging on his lips. “You’re fine. Uh, looks good on you.”

“I’ll wash it and give it back to you at school next week.”

“Don’t worry about it. Stay warm.”

“Yeah, um,” you say, back in the present day, tentatively crossing the room to him to look at the shirt in his hands. “You never asked for it back.”

“Oh, I didn’t want it back,” he says, shaking his head. “I just didn’t think you’d still have it.”

You nod and sit down next to him. “I have a confession.”

“What’s that?” Rafe says, eyes still trained on the shirt in his hands.

“I knew. When I put that shirt on I knew it was yours,” you admit. You expect him to blush, at least drop his chin in indignation. But he just nods.

“Of course you did,” he says.

“What—you knew?”

“Y/n/n, it’s literally a water polo shirt,” Rafe deadpans. “Kelce was a runner.”

“But… no, Kelce told me he had the same one. He bought it to support you at the games. That’s why I told you I thought it was his when I got it out of your truck at that Boneyard party.”

Rafe’s nodding, slipping the shirt over his head. It’s a bit tight on the shoulders these days. “Did you ever see him wear it at one game? Y/n, he never had one. He was probably fucking with us because he knew I’d flip over seeing you in my shirt.”

Your eyes widen, and you hide your face in your hands. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

Rafe stands to undo his belt. The sight would normally send a thrill down your spine, but not knowing where you stand, you hardly react. He puts his jeans on the chair by your vanity and heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth, picking up the toothbrush he’d been using all summer. You busy yourself with locking your window and shutting down your room, making sure Wilbur’s water bowl is full and shutting off the lights, except for the ones that twinkle above your bed.

“Not to mention it literally has my name and number on the neckline,” Rafe says, coming out of the bathroom again. You can’t help yourself but to smile at that.

“I didn’t actually notice that until I got home,” you reply truthfully. You knew it was his, but you kicked yourself for being that oblivious. Of course he knew you knew.

“Swore you were into me after that,” he says quietly, sitting down on your bed and leaning up against the headboard. “And then when you showed up at the State game in Chapel Hill wearing it, I thought… I don’t know. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Rafe,” you say, sitting in between the V of his legs. “You’re literally in my bed right now. You were right.”

“I just—can I ask you something?”

“Anything, Rafe,” you plead, playing with his fingers.

“Why now?” His voice is quiet, and he’s staring at where your hands are intertwined in his. “We’ve known each other since we were kids, Y/n/n. And we had barely talked since you left for school. So why now?”

You swallow, stopping your motions.

“Wow, um,” you say, caught off guard. “Give me a second? I want this to come out right.”

He nods silently, not looking any more reassured.

“You scared me,” you admit after a while. “You were like, that guy, Rafe. And you were my friend. I’d never felt anything like that before, and we were about to move away.”

“So you thought you’d just, what? Move away and forgot about me?”

“Tried,” you shrug. “Worked for a while, and then...”

“Then why now?” he persists.

“Rafe, I’m trying to tell you that.”

“Just need to hear it, Y/n/n,” he says, hand grabbing your chin. “Whatever it is.”

“Okay,” you nod, despite your nerves. “Honestly? When you hit me up, I still said no, right?”

“Remember it well.”

“But when I saw you at the store… and there was just nothing I could do. Not that I wanted to. I knew it was still there. We went out, and everything just came flooding back immediately. You were different—are different, but the same in all of my favorite ways. And I told myself I was gonna ride it out this time, I was gonna see where it went and just finally let myself have you—whatever that meant. I never thought we’d be here, but it’s been the easiest thing in the world.”

“Having me?”

“Yeah, Rafe, I mean. Shit,” you curse, hiding your face in your hands. “I don’t know how you pour your heart out all the time. I feel light-headed.”

“You get used to it,” he says, lips finally quirking up. It gives you the last boost of confidence you need.

“Being with you is easy, Rafe. It took me a while to realize the rest—the gossip, the family, the distance—it’s all just noise. I can’t even hear it when I look at you sometimes.”

“Okay,” he says, pulling you into him. You rub a hand across his chest, pressing a kiss there.

“Okay,” you agree, letting the silence drag for a while. “Can I ask where that came from? Was it your dad?”

Rafe doesn’t speak for a while, fiddling with the hemline of your shorts.

“He… they got back from the mainland tonight. When they got in, I kinda flew off the handle. He doesn’t seem to think I’m good enough for you,” he admits. Your eyes widen and you sit back up again.

“What? He told me—”

“Yeah, I told him what you told me. You’ll get used to that eventually, the lying,” he scoffs lightly.

“I’m sorry he said that. It’s not true,” you say, hand coming to his face.

“I know it’s not, Y/n/n. Just like how what he said to you wasn’t. But this is the thing with him, alright?” he says, hand grasping onto the one resting on his face. “You can’t let him get inside your head. Which means you have to tell me this shit, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t—”

“I know,” he says. You move further into him, letting him pull you back down onto his chest. “But promise me, alright? No more secrets. Not when it comes to my dad. I can’t have you walking around dealing with that on your own.”

Your phone starts buzzing incessantly then, vibrating rapidly on your bedside table.

“I’m also never letting you out of my line of vision around him ever again.”

“Rafe, that’s not helping anyone,” you say. Your phone keeps buzzing and you shift onto your knees to reach for it, Rafe holding you by your hips as you lean over him. Your phone is teeming with all of your missed notifications, a few texts from Dylan and Kelce coming through. But then… “You really called me ten times?”

He groans. “Please let me delete those texts before you read them. I was freaking out.”

You just smile, silencing your phone and setting it back down on the table. “Let’s go to sleep?”

Rafe nods, lips quirking up the tiniest bit. “Hey, sweetheart?”

“Hm?”

“Thanks, for telling me that. I…” He shakes his head, cutting himself off, busying himself with turning off your lights. “Thank you.”

Rafe Cameron

10:34 Can I see you

11:22 If you want to wait til tomorrow, that’s cool. Call me? Just want to hear your voice

12:12 Could you just let me know you’re getting these

12:34 Kinda getting worried here, sweetheart. We don’t have to talk just let me know you’re okay

1:03 Y/n/n please. My texts aren’t sending and your location is off

1:05 I’ve called you ten times and Kelce hasn’t heard from you either just let me know you’re okay and we can talk tomorrow

1:30 I’m coming by. Don’t worry not through the front door

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It’s a classic, balmy Outer Banks summer night when you see your boyfriend for the last time before you go back to school. It was your idea to have Rafe come say bye to you the night before you left, too embarrassed to cry in front of your parents at the air strip if he took you all the way up to your father’s plane. Your parents insisted on flying you to the mainland for your last year of college, putting you on a connecting flight to California before turning back home. Of course Rafe understood, but you were still a little upset at the prospect of not being able to be with him until the very last second, even if it was your own decision.

“So, Y/l/n. This is the part where you dump me, right?” he says, smiling as he steps onto your front porch.

“Yeah,” you nod, trying to play along, but the tears are already falling. “Just a summer love, RC.”

“Aw, come here, sweetheart,” he coos, pulling you into his arms. “That didn’t take long at all.”

“You’re wearing the fucking shirt you wore on our first date,” you whine, words muffled in the blue linen. You’d never have guessed you’d be here nearly three months later when you first saw him standing at the bar. “You set me up.”

“Not on purpose, I swear,” he promises, a strong hand rubbing up and down your back. “I just know you like this shirt.”

“That’s why I like it.”

He holds you for a minute after that, hoping your tears will subside.

“Fuck, Y/n/n. I’m scared,” he admits. “I’m gonna miss you so much. And not like before where we went off to college and I missed Kelce bringing you around or seeing you at parties—like, you’re mine now. I have you. I’ve never—”

“Rafe,” you say, voice cracking.

“I love you.”

You completely break at his words and Rafe’s cursing at your reaction, wrapping you up in his arms impossibly tighter.

“Shit, Y/n/n,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’m not gonna be able to let you go if you don’t stop crying.”

“I love you, too.”

He exhales, kissing your forehead before pulling back to look at you. You’re sure you’re a mess, tear stained cheeks and puffy under-eyes. But he just brushes them off, smiling at you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I l—”

“Rafe,” you whine, about to start crying harder.

“Cheer up, sweet girl,” he says. “Aren’t you excited to see Bip and Bop?”

“Barron and Beckham,” you correct him. You knew Rafe knew their names, but was just fucking with you to get you to smile. It doesn’t work, especially when you look up and see his eyes are misty as well. The moment’s lightened when Wilbur comes outside, nudging his way in between the both of your legs.

“You’ll probably miss him more than you’ll miss me,” you joke, wiping under your eyes with the back of your hands.

“Impossible, I thought I told you? Wilbur’s coming to Georgia with me. He’s the new house dog.”

Your lips quirk up a little at that, and Rafe’s just happy he’s finally gotten a smile out of you.

—

Watching Rafe drive off in his truck for the last time—after you ran after him, stepping up onto the side of his lifted truck to plant one last kiss on him through the window—felt like watching a piece of your heart walk away from you. One you wouldn’t see until October.

“Why don’t we pick him up in the jet when we come see you before the holidays?” your mom suggests, as you ride in the back of your dad’s escalade to the island’s private airstrip. “Where does he live again, Alabama?”

“Georgia, mom. I’ve told you that,” you remind gently.

“Georgia, right,” your dad says. “We’d love to take him.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Oh cheer up, honey,” your mom says. “Don’t let the Cameron boy put a damper on your senior year.”

“Mom.”

“I’m just saying—”

“He’s not the Cameron boy. He’s my boyfriend, and his name is Rafe.”

“Speak of the devil,” your dad says, pulling into the parking lot. You look at the back of his head in confusion, and he just turns back to you and smiles. “I’ll give you ten minutes to wheel’s up, honey. Take your time.”

Then he’s gesturing through the windshield to the far end of the parking lot.

Leant up against his grey truck stands your boyfriend. You scramble out of the car, running up to him immediately.

“What are you doing here?”

“Just had to hear it one more time, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, giving him what he wants before you jump into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

tags: @moniamaybank @downbytheouterbanks @littlementalpolaroids @fangirlvoice @chicagoblackhawkslover96 @amourtentiaa @oopsiedoopsie23 @sodasback @arvinrussellseggplant @cooper8224 @ddrawers96 @loveylangdon

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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cute things i think the genshin characters would do

characters included: diluc, kaeya, venti, and albedo

****minor lore spoilers for diluc!****

an: i’m thinking of making this into a series bc this was such an adorable concept to write so lmk if you’re interested 👀 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

diluc

sorry kind of starting off with something a little sad

i think diluc would have a habit of rubbing his vision

ok seems kinda dumb at first but let me elaborate:

after the death of his father, diluc was quite obviously devastated

he basically withdrew into himself after letting all the grief, pain, and rage flood his senses

i think during this time of grieving, he would’ve developed this habit of running the pads of his fingers across his vision to calm himself down

(v similar to katara from atla)

since his father had always been proud of diluc’s vision, the thought of touching something that reminded him of his father has always been able to bring him some sort of relief no matter how short lived

it serves as a constant memory of his dad and i think being able to have that kind of connection - no matter how small would hold a significance to him

stressed? you’ll see his fingers dance across his vision as the crease between his eyebrows gradually loosens

ok here’s a bonus habit (bc the previous one was sad)

whenever he’s bartending at angel’s share, he always flips the bottles in this cool bartending way before pouring the drinks

like the whole shabang - flips in the air, shakes it in a way that the drink foams just right

people are usually v surprised when they see this bc woah mans has got some sKILLS

but also bc he’s known for being pretty serious and reserved so seeing a “trick” is kind of breaking the stoic image they have of him

after he’s done pouring the drinks he’s also really precise about closing the bottles

he makes sure that the caps are on tightly and that nothing is leaking (which ig is another reason why he does flips with them so he can make sure that the bottles are tightly closed)

yes he’s rich but he also wants to make sure the drinks don’t go bad bc 1) kind of a loss if they do and 2) his customers deserve the best

sweet man pls protect him <3

kaeya

when he’s sitting down at his desk, he brings his legs up so he can sit on his chair criss- cross applesauce

since he’s in his office and the only other person who’s in there with him is jean, he feels like he can drop the suave, charming cavalry captain facade he puts on when he’s in public and just dial it down slightly to who he really is in that moment

jean doesn’t say a word the entire time even tho she quite obviously notices

don’t get me wrong, he’s still the smooth talking kaeya but just,,, more relaxed and comfortable?? if that makes sense

so since he’s a lot more comfortable in his office, he usually folds his legs into his chair bc damn they hurt from walking around all day

this is kinda dumb but i also think he has a lot of ink stains on his hands from writing so whenever he sees a fresh one he just likes to stamp it onto a piece of paper

usually that piece of paper ends up being an unimportant report that goes to jean

dw he also has a bunch of pretty small towels in his bottom drawer that he uses to wipe his hands on bc the public can’t see the pretty cavalry captain w ink stains!! the world would end!!

oH kind of a side note but i also think he would keep a small folded up picture of something klee drew him in his pocket

he thinks it’s very sweet and he periodically takes it out just to look at it soft for this man

last one for kaeya but since he wears boots that have the little lip on the bottom (not really a heel but enough to make some noise) he makes sure to always try his best to walk quietly around the streets of mondstadt at night

if anyone catches him doing it he’ll wave it off and say something like “oh me? i’m just practicing my stealth - it comes in handy when you have to sneak up on enemies you know?” but in reality that’s just bs

he really just doesn’t wanna risk waking people up <3

venti

this adorable man is obviously notorious for drinking

he loves alcohol!! i mean he’s the anemo archon of the city of wine and freedom so is anyone really surprised 💀

anyways venti always jokes abt not having any mora (he really doesn’t he’s not wrong) but he always makes sure to pay his tab at angel’s share

the only reason diluc lets him drink sm is because at the end of the day, venti always comes through w the mora

he really is a talented bard so everything he makes in singing and composing music for other people to listen to always goes straight to angel’s share (debatable if that’s for the best or not but i’ll leave that one to you)

so yeah <3 basically venti pays back his tabs even tho he’s an archon since he doesn’t want people to experience a loss bc of him

it’s the archon nature coming out but also the venti nature bc he’s a sweet boy

anyways getting onto the actual habit 🕺

he has a tendency to skip/hop regardless of wherever he’s going

he uses his anemo elemental skill a lot while doing this just he can feel a light breeze whenever he skips around

i also think he carries around extra bard strings in his hat bc he thinks it’s a cool party trick to take them out and be like tada i have extra strings no need to worry!!!

people are usually not that amused but he does it anyway

also yeah uh those strings sometimes fall out when he’s skipping 💀

he’ll be hopping and suddenly bOOM they fall out, he loses them, a kitten by the name of prince takes them, and he has to ask for help to find his strings (i believe this is exactly how venti lost his strings to prince during the windblume festival and no i will not take any criticism and if venti says something different he is lying 🔪)

also has a habit of putting his hair into a bun sometimes!!!

he loves his pigtails but he finds that he gets bored of them occasionally and his hair needs a break from its wavy tresses so he just plops it into a bun instead

so so cute 10/10 hairstyle he can do my hair

anyways love this man thanks for coming home <3

albedo

i had a feeling i would kind of have a hard time w albedo since he is a little hard to read so i hope this is ok LMFAO

he has paint stains. everywhere. no you cannot change my mind.

they are subtle tho i will give him that

you can’t notice that anything is amiss until you really pay attention and then you’ll start to see the pretty pastels and greens of the sunset he was painting up on dragonspine softly smeared across his clothes

very rarely you’ll see a cute swipe of paint across his cheek or neck and it’s honestly adorable

he was probably pushing his hair out of his face while he was painting and some excess paint on his finger landed on his cheek :,)

he doesn’t really care tbh he thinks it’s just a part of him and it really isn’t that noticeable so he just leaves it

also!!! since he is a big alchemist and he’s constantly working on labs and experiments i think he would accidentally misplace a lot of his written work

he seems very organized but w someone as intellectual as him w his brain running miles a minute, i’m sure he has definitely forgotten where he’s put stuff away

so!! in order to help him remember, he has little notes across his lab detailing where everything is

if he was working on something and he immediately has to put it on hold bc something came up (klee came in demanding attention or sucrose needs help) then he’ll quickly jot down a note and stick it to his desk so he’ll remember when he comes back just in case he forgets

sucrose as a result has noticed A LOT of notes across the lab and it’s simultaneously funny and endearing

“started experiment with sweet flowers to try and turn them into a youth elixir: papers --> on the desk right next to klee’s photo”

final point: he lets klee braid his hair sometimes if she wants to

she doesn’t really know how given how young she is so she ends up messing up but albedo always walks her patiently through the steps again

always makes time for klee no matter what bc he really does care a lot abt her :,)

i love him sm pls

#diluc #kaeya #venti #albedo #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #genshin venti #genshin albedo #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich

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caramelcal · 3 years

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Missing band practice, sickness and hugs

Request: Okay hear me out, luke x reader fic where Luke is coming down with a cold but this stubborn lil boy is like “no it’s fine I can still go to band practice” but the reader is like “absolutely not” and then the reader forces him to stay in bed and rest up and even though he’s annoyed and stubborn at first, he very quickly becomes super soft and lets the reader take care of him. I feel like Luke is someone who, while soft, would be very protective and caring of his SO, so when the roles are reversed he’s reluctant about it, but end up loving being the soft one and enjoys being taken care of.

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: hi guys! i hope this is okay, also i’m pretty sure i shifted omg??? i’m very confused but i thought i would write this before i try again hahah. anyway have a good day/night, and i hope you enjoy lovelies x

also i didn’t know what to call this, but i feel that it sums the story up. if you have any other ideas pls do lmk :)

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“Luke please, you can’t seriously think that you can go to band practice,” You almost beg with him, a frown on your face as you follow Luke around the room.

He’s determined, you’ll give him that, but he’s also sick. By now he’s picking up his guitar, and turns around, smashing into you. Grabbing onto him, you look him in the eyes. His eyes a little watery, not from crying but because he’s ill, his nose a little red from rubbing it.

“I’m going y/n, we have a gig soon and I can’t leave the band to practice without me,” Luke dismisses, trying to end the conversation there and walk around you but you have a firm hold on him.

“No,” You reply, shaking your head and making Luke raise an eyebrow at you, “Think about how dumb that is, Luke. Imagine you pass whatever you have on to any of the other band members, and they aren’t able to fight it off before your gig. All I’m asking is that you miss one band practice, you’ll get over this soon and I’ll look after you. We can stay in bed and watch films, I’ll get you some snacks.”

Luke continues to stare down at you, watching you as you speak to him, trying to persuade him to stay home. His grip on his guitar loosens whilst he goes through his options in his head. Your grip is still firm on his biceps and you can feel his skin burning, but it only encourages you to make him stay even more.

“It’s just these next few band practices are really important y/n, I can’t miss them,” Luke replies with a small sniffle, and a frown falls deeper on your face.

He watches as you roll your eyes, gripping onto his arms even more. He may be determined to go to band practice, but it appears that you’re even more determined to have him stay here, “Luke, stop being so stubborn and just stay home. You know you would beat yourself up if another member of the band got sick.”

Maybe he wouldn’t admit it right to your face because he doesn’t like to be wrong, but he knows it’s true. If a member of the band got sick before their performance it meant that they would probably have to sit the gig out, and it would be all his fault.

You watched on as Luke went over his options in his head. He only really had two and they were to stay home and get better or to go to band practice, get one of his fellow band members sick, and have an angry girlfriend.

“Fine,” Luke agrees hesitantly with a scowl on his face, but it only makes a smile start to form on your own face, “but only so we don’t have to cancel our gig.”

. . .

It was barely ten minutes later when Luke was swaddled up in a blanket, tissues and snacks by his side and the tv on some random channel. It was weird for him, he didn’t often find himself sick and this was the first time he had ever canceled band practice. He couldn’t deny he was in a bit of a sour mood, but it would surely pass soon.

It wasn’t only strange for him to be sick, but because you were caring for him. Often, it was the other way around. You found yourself sick quite a lot, catching anything and everything, even if you just briefly passed someone sick in the hallways. Luke actually found comfort in taking care of you sometimes, happy to know that he was helping you feel better whether it be with cuddles, some snacks, or medicine.

It wasn’t long before you came in, a tray in your hands. Your hair was up and away from your face in a messy ponytail, and Luke couldn’t help the small smile that came to his face at the sight of you.

Placing the tray down on the side of the bed, your hands wrapped around a hot drink that you passed to him with a smile, “It’s hot chocolate. Also, I phoned Alex and told him that you’ll be missing practice today, everyone is okay with it.”

He hesitantly took it from your hands and sipped on the drink, finding that it soothed him rather quickly. Your attention turned back to the tray as you spoke, “I brought you water too and some snacks. More tissues, some pills, and some throat soothers. They don’t taste the best but they work well if your throat is sore.”

“Thanks, n/n,” He replies quietly, making you look up at him with those e/c eyes that he loved, sending him a soft smile. He puts down the hot chocolate on the bedside table, taking the pills off of the tray and taking them with the water.

“I can make you that chicken soup you like, too,” You suggest, rocking on your heels slightly as you think of what Luke used to do for you when you were sick. This was your first time that the roles had ever been reversed and when it was you taking care of him and not the other way around and you wanted to make sure that he felt cared for.

He always showed you how much you meant to him, and made sure that you were extra comfortable when you were sick, so the least you could do was make sure that he was okay this one time. It filled you with a sense of duty, it may have seemed so dumb for others, but you wanted to make sure that Luke knew that he meant a lot to you and of course, you wanted him to get better.

“Thanks y/n, but it’s okay. I’m not feeling too hungry,” Luke shot you a small smile before his eyes turned back towards the tv. However, his attention isn’t on the tv long when you clamber into bed with him, wrapping your arms around his blanket encased body, “What are you doing?”

“Hugging you?” You reply, making it sound more like a question, your arms still holding onto him.

“You’ll get sick,” Luke says with a sniffle, looking down at your figure that hugged him even tighter.

You scrunch your nose whilst you look up at him, throwing him a small smile when you talk, “No I won’t and even if I do, I don’t care, I just want to make you feel better.”

“Fine,” Luke grumbles, knowing that you won’t let him distance himself from you. You were in a weird mood today, he’ll give you that, he wasn’t sure if you were just determined or if there was a slight bit of bossiness there but it didn’t matter, because either way you were sure that your hugs were going to save Luke from his cold, and he let you because he enjoyed your hugs.

It wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, wrapped up in blankets and pillows. The morning sunlight was filtering into the room when Luke was next awake, you still wrapped in his hold. He smiled down at the sight of your face up against him, messy hair everywhere.

Maybe he had been reluctant to let you look after him, but the extra hugs and kisses weren’t too bad...

#charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie x reader #luke julie and the phantoms #charlie gillespie #julie and the phantoms x reader #luke patterson x y/n #jatp #julie and the phantoms luke #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #luke jatp

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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@bark-bark-grr requested : can i request tsukishima and/or kenma with a really naive or innocent s/o? i’m lowkey insecure about it because i’m super gullible lmao

TSUKISHIMA KEI + DATING AN INNOCENT S/O

plot : you hate your trusting and gullible nature, but surprisingly, tsukki actually prefers it.

warnings : none?

a/n : yes, ofc !! i decided to do tsukki because (1) i think he fits this prompt the best and (2) i’ve written a lot for kenma recently, and not enough for salt boy. if you want one for kenma specifically, i’d be glad to write another scenario with the same request, just lmk !! likes / reblogs welcome, no reposting pls !! ( p.s. - for some reason it wouldn’t let me tag you, so i just linked to your blog instead. i hope you don’t mind ! ) love, volley.

He doesn’t glance up from his desk as you collapse dramatically on his bed, arm going over your eyes. “I can’t believe them!” You whine, and you hear Tsukki flip a page in his textbook, continuing to take his notes. “They always play some kind of trick on me.” You know your friends mean well, but sometimes taking advantage of your trusting nature gets on your nerves.

You sit up, staring at the back of your boyfriend’s head before he sighs, turning to face you. “You believed them?” He smirks. “C’mon, Y/N. I know you’re dumb, but I didn’t think you were that dumb.” Tsukki watches you pout, giving him your best puppy eyes. Your boyfriend’s teasing attempt to cheer you up wasn’t working, obviously. If anything, it makes you feel worse. You cross your arms, obviously looking away from him.

There’s silence for a moment before you hear Tsukki stand from his chair, taking two steps before he’s in front of you. “Oh, you’re mad at me now?” He murmurs, attempting to catch your eye. You weren’t ready to look at him yet, staring instead at his wall, at the Karasuno uniform that hangs neatly on its hanger. “I’m not mad.” You say, but Tsukki can see right through you. He sighs before crouching down, taking your hands. “Look, I know you’re too trusting…” “Stupid. Gullible.” You supply him some synonyms, and Tsukki audibly scoffs, cutting you off before you can continue with you talking down on yourself. “If you were stupid, I wouldn’t be dating you.” He sits beside you on the bed, taking your hand in his.

“If we’re being honest here, the reason I started dating you is because of that side of you.” You feel his lips brush against your temple in a kiss, and finally, you face him. You don’t realize you’re crying out of your frustration until his fingers gently brush against your cheeks. When you finally offer him a small smile, your boyfriend seems satisfied, standing and going back to his desk. “Can you let me work now?” He asks, but he isn’t actually looking at his textbook. He watches you out of the corner of his eye, watches as you smile and throw a pillow at the back of his head. He rubs the back of his head, pretending to send you a disappointing glare, but he can’t stop the smile that appears on his lips as soon as he turns back to his textbook.

#hq #haikyuu #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #tsukki x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukki imagines #tsukishima imagines #requests #karasuno-volley #i really love writing for tsukki alkdjflakjerg #even tho i think he's one of my weakest

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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masterlist 🕊

hi!! welcome to my masterlist!

i try to make all of my imagines as inclusive as possible. PLEASE let me know if i discriminate against any group in any way; this is a safe space for everyone!

fluff 🧸 | angst 🕯| steamy ⚡️| personal favorite 🦦 | from an event ✨ ↬ i write predominantly fluff!

PETER PARKER imagines - anywhere from 1k to 10k words

desperate times and desperate measures 🧸 ↬ you're an avenger on a fake date with peter to get information from a group of villains, and peter has to think quick in order not to blow your cover... wink wink

far from home (part one, part two, part three, part four, part five) 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter sit next to each other on the plane to europe and what begins as a friendship turns into so much more

can’t help it 🧸⚡️ ↬ you and peter have been dating for a few months now, and being the kind boy he is, he always asks for a kiss when he wants one. when kissing he always lets you set the pace because he's afraid to hurt you (because of his powers), but this time, his feelings are too much…

sista-sista 🧸🕯 ↬ you (peter's sister) were recruited by nick fury multiple years ago. ever since he discovered you, he took you in and trained you to work behind the scenes at S.H.I.E.L.D., and was the one to help you recover after being kidnapped by a terrorist group and experimented on (which resulted in you getting your powers). nick convinces you to work on a mission with peter, resulting in your coming clean to him about your past and the biological relationship between the two of you

study date 🧸 ↬ you and peter have been friends for most of your life but have slightly grown apart this last year due to peter's spider-man duties. finally, the two of you get together to work on a project and things... happen?

fancy-schmancy 🧸 ↬ you and peter sneak out of a fancy charity event because adults are boring and there’s better things to do

competitive 🧸 ↬ you and peter have had an interesting relationship due to the fact that you're both competing for being number one in your class. but, over time, a small, unexpected romance grows out of the rivalry

laser tag 🧸⚡️ ↬ tony organizes a game of avengers laser tag. you and peter are on opposite sides and have made it clear to each other that you will fight to the death- whatever it takes

NINE-NINE! 🧸 ↬ you and peter spend most nights watching brooklyn nine-nine together and have found just how similar the two of you were to the show's lead couple, jake and amy

how about a kiss, saumensch? (part one, part two) 🧸🕯 ↬ when peter sees you reading the book thief and talking about it afterwards, your love for it makes him want to read it. so, he does, and he decides to follow in the steps of rudy steiner, asking for a kiss at every chance he gets

take your things and go (part one, part two) 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter have a love-hate relationship that makes some advances when the two of you land in a close situation

holy water! 🧸⚡️ ↬ after catching you and peter getting a little heated, natasha decides to take things into her own hands... in the messiest of ways

letters 🧸 ↬ after too long a wait for you and peter to just get together, the team decides to get you together their way

curiosity killed the cat 🧸🦦 ↬ peter parker is a photographer. the boy is absolutely obsessed with taking pictures of anything that attracts him, anything that catches his eye... anything, particularly you

under the mistletoe 🧸🕯 ↬ high school holiday parties can lead to unfortunate circumstances... especially when it involves your lifelong enemy and one godforsaken garnish

spider-man chapstick 🧸 ↬ nostalgic finds at new york bodegas can lead to flirtatious and awkward encounters with the boy you call your best friend

the benefits of fake dating 🧸 ↬ although incredibly annoying, flash thompson’s arrogance was just what you and peter needed

valentine’s and pickup lines 🧸🦦 ↬ sometimes, having to do mj's job for her can work out in the best ways. especially when it's valentine's day and a certain local hero has an errand to make

midtown morning announcements 🧸🕯 ↬ as a reporter for midtown tech's daily announcements, it's easy to get carried away with ideas. especially ones involving the newest superhero from queens

brace-face 🧸🦦 ↬ in which you get braces, peter is persistent, and mr. delmar gives you free slushees

take a bullet 🧸🕯 ↬ you and peter go on your first mission without the team, flirting can be a powerful tool, and cliches like "taking a bullet" for someone don't seem so unrealistic anymore

bad date 🧸 ↬ maybe trying to get over a crush on your best friend wasn't such a good idea after all

trust issues 🧸🕯 ↬ it wasn't peter's fault that he had trust issues after his mentor's death and his most recent superhero friend's manipulation, but it also wasn't your fault that you just wanted to be his friend

locked out 🧸 ↬ y/n can't remember to grab her keys, peter misses the old days with you, and may baked extra cookies

peter! from physics! 🧸 ↬ y/n can't be controlled by wallets, peter parker gets crushes too easily, and crime in new york is abnormally low

to the man who let her go 🧸🕯 ↬ fuck brad davis. yeah

odd one out 🧸🕯 ↬ thanos' plan was to wipe out half of the universe, but what happens when the universe isn't evenly numbered?

swing and a kiss 🧸 ↬ crushes from english class and a *touch* of ptsd turn into a new form of transportation, messy rooftop shenanigans, and a lecture from one (1) tony stark

i want it, i got it 🧸 ↬ newfound confidence during karaoke night certainly can end up in peter parker making bold moves

stolen kisses 🧸 ↬ secret dating always ends in getting caught, especially by a suspicious best friend and a group of superheroes that’s been rooting for you and peter for years.

wish i were heather 🕯 ↬ a relationship that never happened and the wrong one that did.

blurbs - under 1k words

party confessions 🧸⚡️ ↬ you and peter get paired up for seven minutes in heaven

go fix my car, assbag 🧸 ↬ you catch flash bullying peter in the hallway and you decide you've had enough of his crap (haven't we all?)

over-protective peter 🧸 ↬ when flash harasses you in the hallway, peter steps in and gets maybe a bit too angry…

movies and cuddles 🧸 ↬ the avengers have a movie night and you and peter end up in a slightly embarrassing situation

let me show you 🧸 ↬ peter helps you frost a cake in the avengers' kitchen at midnight and it turns into a food fight in which your father, tony stark, catches the two of you mid-fight

scaredy-cat 🧸 ↬ you and peter are dorm neighbors (at MIT, of course), and he helps you out of a sticky-spider-situation

condensation 🧸🦦 ↬ cute neighbors drawing on condensated windows sure have the key to your heart

may? 🧸 ↬ sometimes, peter parker is a bit too caught up in the moment to realize the words that come out of his mouth... but, all for the lolz, right?

care package 🧸🕯 ↬ life is tough, but when a boy donned in red and blue shows up to make you feel better, it isn't so bad

eau de cologne 🧸⚡️🦦 ↬ avengers galas normally annoy you, but the scent of a certain hero can most certainly distract you

massage for massage? 🕯 ↬ unrequited feelings hurt, especially when your hands are the one massaging away his pain

a drive to montauk 🧸 ↬ a peaceful roadtrip with peter

moonlight tears (part one, part two) 🕯 ↬ depression took you away from yourself, but peter didn't let it take you away from him

the penis game 🧸🦦 ↬ a group of boys at the library plays the penis game and none of them manage to get above a quiet yell, so you take matters into your own hands

peter parker for pepper spray! 🧸 ↬ y/n lost her pepper spray, old men in new york are creepy, and peter parker just walked out of delmar's with a sandwich in hand and a kind enough heart to help out an enemy

english lit meet-cute 🧸 ↬ all it takes is an awkward mishap and some confidence to finally get you and the boy you keep seeing around campus together.

overnight beach trip 🧸✨ ↬ in which you and peter take a trip to the beach for a night.

headcanons - stories in the form of chaotic bullet-points

internship 🧸 ↬ tony stark not only helped in bringing together a group of people to protect earth, but also in sparking young love

dirty talk (part one, part two) ⚡️🦦 ↬ to the public, peter parker is the epitome of innocent, but after a conversation at lunch, he is determined to prove the opposite

hallway bookworm 🧸 ↬ girls reading and crying while walking in the hallway sure do seem to have an effect on peter parker

tiktok famous (part one, part two, part three, part four) 🧸⚡️ ↬ the wonderful chaotic adventures of y/n and peter making tiktoks

midnight at delmar’s 🧸 ↬ working alone late at night can be dangerous. 'nuff said

i go hard like thanos 🧸 ↬ popping off to an absolute banger during an avengers meeting is the best way to set yourselves up for failure

quaranteens 🧸 ↬ how you and petey boi spend your quarantine <3

gross 🧸🦦 ↬ chaotic mess in which you pull a Dumb Bitch Move and write a song for peter while relying on the hope that he never sees it

new york boy 🧸 ↬ life is hard when you visit your uncle in new york and all of a sudden there's a cute boy named peter parker in your life

giant teddy bears 🧸 ↬ first dates are awkward, peter sucks at dance dance revolution, and the night ends with a giant teddy bear and something sweet

actual books!

flicks (currently on wattpad; i will not be uploading this to tumblr as of now) ↬ in which a girl named indigo and a boy named peter bond over the love of movies, the loss of parents, and the power of saving the world | bonus imagine!

lmk if any of the links are faulty or if there are any other problems with the imagines! i have been on this site working on transferring my work for hours i have the brain of a strapless croc rn pls forgive me!

#masterlist #imagines #blurbs #headcanons #book #series #peter parker

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i hemoglobin you - byun baekhyun

⇢ prompt “Yeah, but Baekhyun doesn’t really talk romantics with me.” ⇢ pairing baekhyun x gender neutral reader ⇢ word count 4.8k ⇢ genre fluff ⇢ warnings swearing. kinda descriptive when it comes to the actual needle idk i’m bad at warnings if needles make u uncomfy don’t read. ⇢ summary You’d think, after some time, your crush on the annoying little shit named Byun Baekhyun would fade away. Fortunately for him (and you), falling out of love with someone brighter than a star is near impossible. Plus, needles are scary and even med kids need their hand held sometimes. Alternatively: Junmyeon found dead in a ditch.—friends to lovers!au ; college blood drive!au ⇢ a/n ok yes i realize this is an odd setting for fanfiction but like,,, my school had a blood drive & what happens in this is exactly what i experienced, minus the whole crush revealing they like me with a kiss thing. so i decided to WRITE IT OKAY?! also, i really tried to make this gender, color, absolutely everything reader neutral but then when i was editing i saw the nurse call y/n ‘miss’ so if i missed anything pls lmk so i can edit it!!! thank u & i hope u enjoy ♥︎

If it weren’t for that time you tried anal with your ex-boyfriend back in high school, you’d consider Byun Baekhyun to be the biggest pain in your ass. If asked, you definitely could come up with a hefty list of all the things about him that annoy the living daylights out of you, things from the unnecessary high volume of his voice to the time he introduced himself as “Bacon” on the first day of your internship at the hospital.

Truthfully, however, it all comes down to one certain realization: seeing Baekhyun’s stupidly cute smile has become the sole thing you look forward to everyday. For the first two years at university, you did not know Byun Baekhyun. You knew of him. As fate would have it, you were bound to meet at some point with an undergraduate enrollment of around four thousand, and your sanity began its downward tumble the third week of junior year.

At the time, you couldn’t quite put your finger on why he left such a sour taste in your mouth. From a distance, he was a star; this great, big bundle of sunshine and joy, full of life and spirit and in the eyes of someone as mild-mannered as yourself, he was magnificent and everything you wished you were. But, once the barrier between you fell and your relationship swiftly jumped from strangers to friends, you realized just how polar opposite you were. Always going out of his way to meet new people and a little too chaotic for you personally, Baekhyun draws attention to himself without even trying. And you can’t blame him— it’s hard to go unnoticed when you prance around with a thousand-watt smile and the energy of a three-month-old golden retriever.

Sometimes, you wished he had chosen one of the arts as his major rather than health sciences.

Nevertheless, it is hard to ignore such an innocently beautiful soul such as Baekhyun. No matter how many times you told yourself to find a new lab partner, no matter how many countless nights you found yourself rolling out of bed, bundled up in your blankets and into the cold hallway of your residence hall to knock on Park Chanyeol’s door and tell him to open the window for his frost-bitten roommate hiding in the bushes, no matter how many this or how many that’s, you couldn’t help but fall in love with the friendship and chaos that came with Byun Baekhyun.

If it weren’t for that time you tried anal with your ex-boyfriend back in high school, you’d consider Byun Baekhyun to be the love of your life.

“Absolutely not,” you interrupt, looking up from your clipboard in order to search the crowd for the younger boy. Baekhyun groans, wrapping his arms around your waist and dropping his head on your shoulder. “C’mon, ___. He’s fine, you know Sehun.” He whines, adding a drawn-out ‘please’ against your ear. It makes your stomach sink for reasons you’d rather not disclose.

“Baek,” you scoff, wiggling out of his grip despite his best efforts of keeping you against him, “are you serious? Sehun quite possibly may be the smallest person in this room. He needs to rest.”

“He’s twenty pounds heavier than me!”

“Taller, too.”

“___,” he groans, crossing his arms over his chest and mustering his best straight face. It makes you laugh.

“I’m not arguing with you. He did Power Red; he’s not going anywhere. If he didn’t want to miss chem, then he should have made his appointment later. It’s one class. He’ll be fine.”

“Why must you be so stubborn?” Baekhyun sighs in defeat, combing muted silver hair away from his forehead. Your eyes follow the movement, distracted for hardly a second, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “I learned it from you,” you smile, nudging his arm with your elbow. The signature tilted smirk returns. “Tell Sehun I’m sorry, but I—well, we—can’t risk letting him leave. He could have a delayed effect and end up passed out in the staircase. Twenty more minutes and he can go.”

“I get it,” he hums, snatching the tentative schedule out of your hands before you can even protest. For as rash as he may be, Baekhyun is not dumb. And even if he was, he knows that when you are as unrelenting as you are now, there’s no point in arguing. “I think I’m gonna try and donate.”

“What?” You exclaim, maybe a little too loud if all the Red Cross employees shooting annoyed glares your way is anything to go by. Baekhyun truly is started to rub off on you. “I thought you were scared of needles?”

“Heights, ___,” he scoffs, “needles aren’t my favorite, but if I’m going to eventually put them in other people, I better get used to them for myself.” As he explains, he rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie and presses at the soft skin on the inside of his arm before stretching it out for your examination. “I mean,” you hum, holding him still and feeling around for a thick enough vein, “you definitely have the veins. Do you want me to hold your hand?” You sing the last part cutely, lips puckered out at him.

“Will you? Since Sehun has to stay over there, I have no one else,” Baekhyun retorts, using your previous resolve to his advantage. You can’t tell if he’s oblivious or simply choosing to ignore your mockery. Rolling your eyes, you drop his arm and reach for your clipboard, tearing it out of his grasp. “Don’t you have anything else better to do than annoy me? Aren’t you supposed to be watching the donors?”

“Well, yes, but—”

Baekhyun starts, trailing behind you before the shout of his name promptly cuts him off. “Baekhyun! Can you help Jongdae carry in more water?” See, precisely as you were saying.

“But I like annoying you,” he pouts, hugging onto your arm and holding on tight. “Sorry, Baek,” you offer, feelings in shambles because 1) he is so cute you could cry but 2) he’s really distracting and now you finally will be able to focus, at least while he’s gone. Frowning, he releases your arm at last, combing his hair back and once again, you feel like throwing up.

“Go see if you can donate when you’re done,” you remind him, nodding toward the rather quiet donor room. “Yeah, I will. Wish me luck,” Baekhyun grins, blowing you a kiss. Without a second thought, you blow one back.

You have begun walking on an incredibly unstable rope, you realize, the thin line distinguishing the way you look at Baekhyun diminishing each and every day. On one side, he is simply your friend, your lab partner, a coworker of sorts. Comrades working toward the same goal, and once it’s reached, you go your separate ways. But on the other hand, he is much more than that. Now that you no longer live on campus, days spent bullshitting in the dining hall or dorms over, you most certainly do not spend as much time together.

And yet, nothing has changed. Except for your feelings, of course. This time last year, you were minding your own damn business when Chanyeol had to go and mention how much time Baekhyun spends with you instead of him. “Sorry?” You had offered, unsure of what the crease in his brow meant.

“No… don’t be sorry,” he hummed, deep in thought and stabbing at his salad in disinterest, “not to be blunt, but he usually bounces from person to person each week. He’s been sticking to you for, what, six months? Something is up.”

“Don’t you live with him?” You asked, confused. What was he getting at here?

“Yeah, but Baekhyun doesn’t really talk romantics with me.”

“Romantics?” You exclaimed, spit flying from your lips. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice.

“He definitely likes you. God, it all makes sense now! Okay, I need to do some interrogating,” suddenly rushing, Chanyeol was up and swinging his bag over his shoulder before you could blink an eye. “See ya, ___!”

“Wait!” You yelled out for him, but the obnoxiously tall boy just kept running, dodging students meandering around the dining hall. Slumping in your chair, you eventually turned to look out the window, watching as he continued his flight across campus. “Good talk.”

Nothing ever came up afterward. No answers, no clarifications, nada. Chanyeol never brought it up again, despite the expectant raise of your brows the next lunch you had alone with him. You were content shrugging it off— it was out of your hands. If Baekhyun liked you, so be it.

Or so you thought. Turns out, having such unanswered questions dangling over your head every time Baekhyun left his friends for you at parties, fell asleep with his head on your shoulder during chem, or arrived at your front door with your favorite boba in hand just because he ‘was driving by’ left your mind racing almost as fast as your heart. You thought, for some time, that you could dodge such budding emotions by countering it with all the things you didn’t like about Baekhyun. (Spoiler: it didn’t work.)

Even now, as you watch him catch up with Jongdae, the left side of your brain has already begun arguing with the right. You miss his annoying ass already, one side points out. But he was a distraction, now you have double the students to check in, the other reasons. With a heavy sigh, you shake your head to rid such enraging thoughts and turn to said students, counting each one before making your way to the first in line.

He can’t donate. You realize this before he has even left his seat.

From across the gymnasium, you have continued glancing his way as he went through the mini physical. Just before the finger prick, he shot you a thumbs up and a beaming smile bright enough to challenge the Sun before jerking in his seat at the sudden pinch. Laughing, the grin you returned has not even left your face before his shoulders are sagging, a cloud of disappointment replacing the anxious excitement that was there hardly ten seconds ago. Your smile is gone just as quickly as his.

Standing, Baekhyun nods one last time to the nurse before making his way over, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck from side to side. “Low iron?” You guess, opening your arms for him to nestle into your side like the little munchkin he is. “Yeah,” he mumbles, miserable, and you cringe knowing he’s going to be like this all day now. “I wish I could donate, but…” You drone emptily, trying to change the subject despite the deceitfulness of your ‘wish.’ Over your dead body would you lie on one of those tables and have a harpoon in your arm.

“You should, now that I can’t,” he hums, breath warm on your skin. Convincing as snuggly Baekhyun is, it’s not happening. “Yeah, I’ll pass,” you snort, offering a faux smile to a group of sophomore girls making their way in, shooting confused and envious glances your way. “Make sure to grab a water before starting your Rapid Pass, ladies. If you have not eaten much today, there are snacks by Katie,” you spew, pointing to said girl across the room, “if you have any questions, let me know.” With one last feeble smile, you turn your back to them because, well, it’s awkward facing multiple females whose eyes are trained solely on the boy clinging to you.

“You’re hot when your all doctor,” Baekhyun whispers, lips brushing ever so softly against your collarbone. Suddenly, you regret taking your sweatshirt off during lunch. Swallowing past the panic rising in your throat, you scoff. “Doctor? What doctor are you seeing that directs their patients toward donuts, muffins, danishes—”

“Hot ones, I guess,” he interrupts, smirking against your skin. “Ooooh ‘kay,” you wheeze, heart racing and eyes wide as you wiggle away from him, “y’know, maybe I will donate. Just so you stop bugging me.” Gasping, Baekhyun fakes a bullet to the heart. “Ah, but here’s the thing,” he counters, following close behind as you make your way to the front table, “my job is to distract donors from the needle, hold their hand, tell them ‘good job!’ So, it looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Groaning, you choose to ignore the inexhaustible boy and smile to Lauren once you have reached her. “Do you know if anyone can cover for me for a little? I’m going to try and donate.”

Gasping, she ruffles through the papers spread about her for the volunteer log. Then, “You should be fine. After those girls, the next appointment isn’t until two. I thought you hated this whole concept?”

Snorting, you pull one of the laptops towards you and begin filling out the information needed for a walk-in. “Yeah, well,” tilting your head in Baekhyun’s direction, you sigh, “he couldn’t donate, so now I feel obligated to. Plus, I need a break.”

“Ah,” Lauren hums, writing your name and ‘Walk-In’ on a sticker before passing it to you, “are you guys…?”

Immediately catching what she is hinting at, you jump up from your knelt position and quickly return to your station. “Nope! Negative! Okay, bye Lauren! Thanks!” Laughing, she chooses to ignore your antics, watching after you with a knowing smile when Baekhyun realizes you have left and scrambles to catch up.

You’re hoping you won’t be eligible since you left the country for vacation with your family nine months ago.

Never mind. It’s fine.

Perhaps your heart rate will be too high. You’re pretty anxious, after all.

84. Shit.

You flinch when the quiet-mannered nurse pricks your ring finger. Praying that your iron will be too low, you lean forward in your seat just enough to see the machine’s reading. 13.4. Fuck.

“Alright, I’m just gonna need you to read this first paragraph and sign here,” she directs you, using a pen to point at each spot. When she stands to wave for the next potential donor, you glance up to search for Baekhyun. You could use one of his smiles right about now.

And what you ask for, you receive. Finding your gaze instantaneously, he shoots you bright, encouraging grin and a thumbs up. It’s enough to calm your nerves. A little.

Offering an uncomfortable smile back, you return to your paperwork and hurriedly finish up, your leg bouncing ceaselessly. “All done?” The nurse returns, smiling softly at you and taking the papers when you nod. “You can head over to the third table in the middle.” “Okie,” you squeak, nice, “thank you!”

Good god, what happened to never allowing one of these needles to go in your arm? Sure, you have had blood tests done before, Hell, you have even given someone else one! But this… this is different. This is no ordinary needle, and you certainly do not have Byun Baekhyun veins.

“How are you doing today?” The Red Cross worker greets you once you have reached the table, smile warm and comforting. Seoyeon, her nametag reads. “I’m, ah… I’ve been better, honestly,” your voice comes out shaky and weak. You cringe. Going to med school and you’re whining over a needle. A big, fat, wide needle that will stay in your arm for more than five minutes. “Aw, no! Why’s that?” Seoyeon pouts, shuffling through your papers and slapping a big sticker onto the bag your blood, eventually, will fill.

“I have pretty tiny veins, so I’m really nervous this isn’t going to go well for me,” you admit, artfully rolling the sleeves of your tee even higher. Humming as she finishes carrying over the rest of the equipment, Seoyeon helps you onto the cushioned table before standing beside you, reaching for your arms. “Well,” she starts, brushing over each one for a few seconds before tying a tourniquet around your right bicep, “lucky for you, we do in fact check to make sure your veins are big enough. Hansol, can you double-check that this is alright?”

Your nerves seemingly do not know how to feel at the given moment. On one hand, these are professionals. They know what they’re doing. Plus, Seoyeon is lovely and has certainly eased your anxiety. Nevertheless, you realize that if your veins are okay, that needle is going to be in you in minutes.

This Hansol skirts around the table to feel the two veins Seoyeon has gone back and forth prodding. “Hm,” he grunts, pressing harder on the vein set deeper beneath your skin, “this one is good.” Oh, Christ. “Okay! Thanks,” Seoyeon smiles, then, once he has left her side, “you can lie back this way, sweetie.”

“Okay,” you sigh, settling back and resting your head on the pillow. Unsure of how to situate yourself, you awkwardly cross your legs and nestle your left arm into the pockets of your joggers, right arm dangling over the edge of the table. Then, just as you have closed your eyes, “___!”

Oh, good. This should be interesting. “Hey, Baek,” you smile at the boy as he jogs over, stopping on your left side. “You made it! No backing out now, right?”

“No, no. I’m praying for the best,” you hum, turning away from him to look straight up at the ceiling as Seoyeon begins sanitizing your arm. “You’re gonna be fine,” Baekhyun sings, tugging your hand out of your pocket to intertwine his fingers with yours, “if Sehun could do it, so can you.”

“I’m just marking where your vein is, no need to tense up,” Seoyeon interrupts, chuckling at how easily your posture has gone rigid at the sensation. Funny, how you only tensed up because of Baekhyun’s tender gesture. “I know I’ll be okay, I just,” anxiously licking the desert-dryness of your lips, you once again turn to Baekhyun, “I’m not looking forward to feeling this thing in my arm for ten minutes.”

“Nah,” he giggles, thumb swiping back and forth against your skin, “I’ll distract you!” Yeah, well you do that every day anyway, you snort to yourself, shamelessly taking advantage of the moment and scanning over his features, zoning in on the pinkness of his lips and the tiny moles sprinkled about his face. From this angle, even the shitty LED lighting of the gym somehow makes him look immaculate. “Alright, I’m going to count down from three,” Seoyeon interrupts your gawking, though you haven’t really processed her words until she’s on two. “One…” She utters, and you are instantly squeezing your eyes closed just as hard as your squeezing Baekhyun’s hand as the needle first breaks skin.

“Oh, shit,” you heave once it’s completely sheathed, rolling the plastic grip anxiously in your increasingly sweaty hand, “that actually wasn’t so bad.” Now that Baekhyun has moved to stand directly behind your head, you stare straight up at him and muster your best smile. Really— it was not as bad as you imagined, felt just like regular blood work. As long as you don’t focus too much on it remaining in your arm, you’ll be fine.

“See! I knew you could do it,” he cheers, letting go of your free hand in favor of combing his fingers through your hair. “Ooh,” you quite literally purr, leaning your head back to give him further access, “so, Mr. This-Is-My-Job, is this how you distract donors?” Chuckling, Baekhyun continues to comb through the knots that have accumulated throughout the day. “No,” he admits, “I usually just talk to them about what they did over the weekend. You’re an exception, though.”

Christ, you hope he can’t feel the way your face heats up at his words. “Ah, well, this is great. Thanks, Baek,” humming, you cannot help but let your eyelids fall closed. Peak comfort when you're donating blood? Not what you would have expected.

“So, what did you do this weekend?”

“Well, I went to Target, which was kind of disappointing.”

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t I see on your story that you only got one pair of pants or something?”

“Yeah! Crazy, honestly. I needed to pick up some things and they were completely out. Even their clothes were kind of slacking.” Before he can reply, Seoyeon returns to check up on you. Gasping in surprise, she gives your shoulder a congratulatory nudge. “___! Look at you! You’ve already filled up a fourth of the bag.”

“Oh shit, really?” Laughing, you try to lean up in order to see, but there’s no use. “Have you been drinking a lot of water today?” She asks. Well, now that you think about it… “Huh. I guess I have. Nice.” Chuckling, she fiddles with the tape holding the needle in place before turning away once more.

“So,” Baekhyun starts conversation up once more, “did you do anything else?”

“I hung out with Junmyeon on Sunday again.” Suddenly, you wish you didn’t tell him that.

“Oh,” Baekhyun coughs, accidentally yanking too hard on the tiny braid he’s attempted by your temple, “how was that?”

“It was fun. He’s a great guy…” Clearly, you are hesitant and he easily catches it. “But…?”

“I don’t know,” he’s not you, “I feel really immature and lame compared to him. He’s like, super chill and polite and somehow, it makes me nervous and then I act like I’m on crack. He needs someone older than him, not younger. A lawyer, or something.”

“___, you’re getting a degree in Neuroscience. What the fuck is lame about that?” Baekhyun scoffs, undoing the braid and starting over on the other side. “I don’t know! I guess I just don’t have romantic feelings for him. Everyone keeps pushing me to go for it and he really is amazing, but… it’s just not what I want.”

“No one’s forcing you to date him, ___.”

Well, yeah, but he doesn’t know the bit where your friends are doing it so you can get over a certain someone else. “I know. I think he’ll be fine when I tell him I just want to be friends.”

When a heavy silence falls over you, you rush to change the topic. “So! What did you do this weekend?”

“I played New Horizons,” Baekhyun chuckles, giving up on the braid and going back to simply combing through your hair. When you laugh, you feel the vibration in your arm and realize with another wave of surprise that you still have a needle in you. Damn, looks like you’re a pro at this. Who knew!

“All weekend?” You snort. He definitely went out for drinks with Chanyeol or something.

“Yes, sadly,” oh, never mind, “I couldn’t help it. It’s so relaxing. I can’t wait to go home and play.” He sounds ashamed. “Hey,” you shrug, “sometimes we need a mental health day. Or weekend.”

“Or week.”

“Month?”

“Year, I’m thinking.”

In the midst of your giggle fit, Seoyeon returns, evidently shutting the two of you up. “You’re all done! I just have to take a few tubes and then I’ll tell you when I’m going to take the needle out.”

“Wow, was it just me or did that seem really quick?” Baekhyun asks, frantically moving to hold your hand when he notices you wince at the uncomfortable feel of the needle moving slightly as Seoyeon fills each tube. “No, you’re right,” she hums, “six minutes! Wasn’t so bad, right?”

“Not at all,” you agree, blinking up at the ceiling. Still, you can’t wait to be done. “You sure? Your hand is shaking really bad,” Baekhyun murmurs, hovering directly above your face. He looks funny, messy hair cascading around him and cheeks looking extra squishy. It makes you smile. “Yeah, just nervous for it to come out, actually. Feel like it’s gonna hurt,” you admit, accidentally squeezing his hand when all Seoyeon does is remove the tape on your wrist keeping the line in place.

“Alright, you ready? It’s just going to a be a little pinch,” Seoyeon interrupts, giving your fingertips a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah,” you hum, instinctively sucking in a deep breath and squeezing your eyes shut.

The sensation that first registers in your brain is not that of Seoyeon slowly withdrawing the needle from beneath your skin. Actually, it’s unnoticeable behind the gentle pressure lingering upon your lips, soft to touch and minty in taste. Blistex, you recognize, eyes flying open just in time to see Baekhyun leaning back up. “Did you just—”

“Alright, keep pressure on this for me and keep your arm straight up,” Seoyeon interjects, oblivious to what just transpired as she presses a hefty square of gauze to your skin. You oblige, brain cells going haywire still trying to piece together the fact that Byun Baekhyun just kissed you.

“Do you do that to everyone?” Is the first thing you blurt to the grinning boy, who, surprisingly so, wears cheeks just as rosy as yours. “No,” he laughs, moving to the side and continuing to stroke you hand, “just donors named ___.”

“Oh,” wrinkling your nose, you slowly lean upright once Seoyeon instructs you to do so, “can I ask why or am I just special?” When she busies herself for few moments cleaning up all of the equipment, Baekhyun releases your hand in order to cup your face with both hands. “Well, of course you’re special,” he murmurs, thumbs swiping against your jaw, “but I figured this was a good opportunity to show you how much I like you.”

It takes a fat second for you to realize what he’s just said. Like you?

“I’m gonna kill him,” you groan, definitely not the response he was expecting if the way he retracts is anything to go by. “Kill who?”

“Chanyeol! Like, a year ago he went all detective mode on me trying to figure out if you liked me, but then he never said anything again, so for the past year I’ve been going nuts trying not to fall for you because I figured if he had nothing to say, you probably didn’t like me like that, yet here we are a year later and—”

In the midst of your mindless babbling, Seoyeon coughs, promptly shutting you up and you turn to her with a wince. “I just need to wrap you up, then you can head over to Recovery,” her attempt to hide her smile is futile but you don’t comment on it, instead allowing her to wrap elastic tape around your elbow. “Leave this on for about an hour, or you can take it off after twenty minutes. Other than that, you’re good to go!”

“Thanks so much, Seoyeon,” smiling appreciatively at her, you slowly turn to slide off the table with the help of her grip on your other arm. Before you are even fully upright, Baekhyun has rounded the table to help, slipping his arm between yours. Honestly, you feel perfectly fine, but you’re not about to go arguing right now. Once he starts leading the two of you toward Recovery, he breaks the silence once more. “So, were you finished back there, or can I talk?”

Cringing, you shake your head, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “No, I’m done.”

“Good,” at this, you pinch his arm, “Chanyeol didn’t say anything because I told him not to.” Baekhyun shushes you when your mouth opens to argue. “I thought I would make a move a lot sooner. But every time I went to, I just started panicking thinking you didn’t feel the same, because, y’know, you don’t show much emotion. And then you started hanging out with Junmyeon… but that doesn’t seem to be working out, so I decided to wing it.”

Your jaw certainly must be on the floor. Stopping by the snacks, Baekhyun releases your arm so you can fill your hands with a donut, apple juice, and a bag of Cheez-Its. “Glad to see we’re both airheads,” you grumble with a mouthful of donut, “I say we blame Chanyeol.” Making sure you safely seat yourself onto the mats spread around the room, Baekhyun then joins and sits crisscross across from you. “I agree. It’s his fault.”

Then, once you have stopped laughing, Baekhyun leans in close, face centimeters from yours and evidently stealing all the air from your lungs. God, he sure is beautiful. “This means you’ll go out with me, right?” He whispers, wiping away a sprinkle that has managed to stick itself to the corner of your lips.

“I thought you were going to play New Horizons when you got home?” You tease, raising one arm to sling across his shoulders. Groaning, he finally cups your face in his hands, strawberry pink lips ever so slightly brushing yours as his smirk deepens. “I am, but you can come watch.”

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This is such a cute idea! I’m addicted to making weirdly specific Spotify playlists so this is perfect. I have an ✨eclectic✨ music taste but my favorites are usually bedroom pop (mxmtoon, chloe moriondo, khai dreams, etc), romantic classical (think Debussy and Revel), and indie (although I like some Megan Thee Stallion, AC/DC, Nirvana, etc when I’m hyping myself up). As far as my personality goes, I’m pretty insightful and like to support people whenever I can, even if I don’t know them well. I can be a little chaotic sometimes, but I like to think it’s a chaotic good. I love tea, blankets, philosophy, deep conversations, the outdoors, and writing. I’m also an INFP and a Taurus :)

Sorry if that was too much, thank you so much! Take care of yourself and stay well

- Elle ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

( @snoozless ) you don’t understand how bad i want to be your friend. 😐😐 ok so you kind of get bonus 😀 but it rly might not be bonus because akfjakdkw. so, i gave you matsukawa!! but he’s not always like revered about so if u want a character lmk!! i am. in love w him tho. you’re so sweet you would balance him out and yall would be equally chaotic together.

he would have philosophical questions w u!! he might just be a little blunt & might accidentally cut the convo short, but he would listen to everything you said.

he’s used to a wide variety of music bc i’m convinced the seijoh playlists are absolutely fucking cracked like so loud. so he really could sit there and listen to anything. and i mean ANYTHING. like if you wanted to put on christian rock he’d awkwardly try to tap his foot on beat for you.

but, that doesn’t mean he’s gonna geek over you i feel like he’d be pretty private about the relationship. he’s not like secretive but he’s not gonna post you every two seconds yknow? he wouldnt put prom photos, but if yall went to look at the stars or go on a little hike he’d take a pic and youre wearing baggy sweats and one of his shirts and your hair isnt brushed for shit and it’s way too dark to properly make your face out and he’d put that shit on his main absolutely 😒

this man would be the kind of mf to look up his “crush’s” zodiac just for shits & giggles, so if he randomly knows a taurus fact, don’t question it<3 (he looked up your compatibility and he will take that to the grave)

issei is an infp idc. so yall got that in common.

he’s genuinely so pretty.

bc i took so long, i’m going to put descriptions for all the songs i love you thanks for requesting sorry for taking forever i’ll link the playlist and list the songs<3

1. silly girl- chloe moriondo

okay while this song is actually kinda sad, i think tHIS is pretty cute. issei comes off as this intimidating guy, and the more you get to know him the more you forget ab this idea of him you had or whatever? like the lyrics “i made him perfect, cause i wanted him to be” are really prominent in the point i’m tryna make because like even tho the lyric is obviously sad bitch shit, music is up for interpretation and this is like “hello ok he actually a real mf and shiiit maybe he cool😁✊”

2. nice boys- TEMPOREX

kinda sad. i don’t care how unemotional he might act, everyone has shit that brings them down. PLUS HES A PISCES THERES NO WAY HES NOT SAD SOMETIMES. this song just really taps into insecurities for him, and the song just gets under his skin in like a very therapeutic way. also “because he’s a pisces” some of his emotions are super intense so the “because he cares too much” line hits him fuckin hard

3. IV. sweatpants- childish gambino

this is some shit he listens to more with his team, absolutely. no doubt they blare this shit during weekly practice. but, he really really likes the song. so, when you’re hanging out and he has the aux? it’s one of the first ones he puts on. you two jam to it together. he’ll come up w dumb little dances to fit with certain lyrics (stole some of them from oikawa and hanamaki, but he won’t tell you)

4. you get me so high- the neighbourhood

okay unfortunately i must say him and hanamaki get fuckin faded in empty fields at two am all trashy like. but they make it look good idc. and if you smoke, cool, if you don’t he does not care. he always associated getting high with,,, getting high and everytime he listened to this song it just was one of his getting blazed jams, but now he’s got like a different kinda “euphoric” feel with loving you? like i said this bitch is a pisces even if he doesn’t overwhelm you with affection, he thinks ab you 24/7

5. 80’s makeout session- dacelynn

thIS SONG IS SO CUTE. but it’s p self explanatory. in love and also spare a kiss pls

6. can i call you tonight- dayglow

i feel like actually coming to terms with genuine feelings for someone would be kind of weird for issei. like no offense, but he sees it as kind of a pain in the ass. i genuinely think he would be someone to put his all into work or a task in front of him. he’s super intuitive, and constantly uses it to be better. whether it’s in volleyball or like cremating ppl i guess (HE WORKS INA FUNERAL HOME POST TIME SKIP IF U DIDNT KNOW). and it’s the same in relationships, but it’s also harder because he can’t have this complete clear head because you make his brain go kinda fuzzy. so, this song is like his little way of expressing that even tho he was like ‘internally conflicted’ this mf chose to go for it and that’s how much u mean to him

7. clair de lune, L. 32- claude debussy

i’m gonna be fucking honest with you. even though he’ll listen to anything, i really don’t think this man is looking up ‘classical romance study tunes’ playlists in his free time. he definitely enjoys the music, but that’s only if someone points it out to him. and he’s listened to you talk about it before, and watched you as you heard the piano and gauged your reactions and thought u were pretty cute he’s not gonna lie😼. so he definitely just looked up classical romance and picked the first recommended song and added it on there. he’ll dance w you a lil bit, but it wouldn’t be that quiet, intimate slow dancing in the dark you think would come w this song. itd just be a little sway as he hugs you from behind while you get water, or he twirls you once randomly with a laugh UGH I LOVE HIM

8. like real people do- hozier

ok. this one was fun for me. idc. double meaning lol. so this song is literally about two dead bodies in a bog and ,,, and he works in a funeral home PLS LMAOFJAJDJA I THINK THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY AND SO DOES HE. but also this song literally is my idea of love. this is my idea of love. and yall listen to it, with your stupid little death joke, but he looks at you and he’s just like ‘oh’. yknow? YKNOW?

9. BS- still woozy

like i said, i think he puts a lot into work. and he literally plays for a powerhouse school there’s no way he doesn’t practice a lot. so that means there’s a lot of time where he’s physically not there and definitely can’t text, because he’s trying to improve. and while he wouldn’t stop volleyball for someone else, he understands that you are like super amazing for being so Cool with him not being the most available. the song just reminds him of how compassionate you are and also he does miss u when he’s at practice YKNOW?

10. i <3 u- boy pablo

this one made me so fucking soft ew. ok. this song reminds him of you so so much. he’s totally okay being vulnerable with you? and even though he has pretty heightened emotions, he’s never felt like so strongly for smth other than like ??? volleyball and caring ab his siblings (BUT HE FEELS DIFFERENT FOR U THAN HE DOES FOR A VOLLEYBALL AND HIS SIBLINGS PLEASE😁). HE LUVVVVV YOU

11. heart-shaped box- nirvana

so many reasons. for one, simply fucking JAM. yall would scream this on a drive. if you ever got drunk together, this would be the first song you play. also, little lyrics remind you of each other. (the pisces lyric in the first and third verse, and even tho the flowers aren’t being used in a sweet sense in the song he does remember talking ab flowers w u, and now any flower is mentioned and he’s like “ah yes. my girlfriend.”)

12. pluto projector- rex orange county

FUCK. FUCK THIS SONG. GOD. NO. LIKE HE REALIZES HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. HE T E L L S YOU HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU WITH THIS SONG. the first time, he just sends you the name of it like ‘pluto projector <3’ and you listen and it’s so sweet and ur like ayo turn this shit up. and he adds it to your playlist, which definitely gets a smile from you. and then one night like two weeks later youre just laying together, and he’s running his fingers through his hair and he pulls away for a second to grab his phone and he turns the song on and you just listen to it in silence and it’s so fucking intimate. and he’s just like “i don’t think i’ve ever related to a song more” and you think he’s making a joke so you tell him to shut up (also jokingly) and he just laughs and it’s dark in his room and he’s playing with your hair again and he just goes “god, if you’re telling me to shut up over that i don’t even want to imagine how you’re gonna react when i tell you i love you” and it’s right around 3:10 in the song i’m literally so gone for him. bye you cry and try to hide it but he can tell HES PERCEPTIVE

13. i wanna be yours- arctic monkeys

okay for one, it’s a good song. it’s a song he absolutely let’s play in the background, just to cover the static lol. but also? ALSO? THE TITLE APPLIES TO YOU THE FUCK? it’s as if,,, he’s whipped,,

14. supermassive black hole- muse

hanamaki prolly showed him this song, and it’s one of his vibe songs. he will do falsetto while singing it if he’s in a really good mood and it just makes everyone laugh, including himself. it actually kind of grosses him out, because this song used to literally just be a song he would aimlessly go hard to but NOW his little bitch ass is like “you set my soul alight”? i guess i relate and “oh baby, i’m a fool for you” well, surely i’m not a fool but yea i get you muse sing it. it’s so gross. at this point he wants one thing that doesn’t make him think of you, just to prove that he’s not that gone, but he struggling

15. desperado- rhianna

i’m sorry to say it but this song makes him feel like a bad bitch LMAOOOOO. like if he’s ever getting pregame jitters or anything, he will just play this song. whether it’s on the speaker or in his headphones, he puts this shit on full volume and gets a lil too cocky LOL. this is also on the main seijoh playlist no doubt. he wants to share his bad bitch song w you, so you can aLSO feel like a bad bitch?? dUH

IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT BABES! IF YOU WANT ANY OF THE SONGS CHANGED (or even the character) LMK!! UR AMAZING ur so sweet it makes me ill

#haikyuu #haikyuu playlists #ikigaitooru playlists #matsukawa issei #mastukawa x reader #matsukawa playlist #haikyuu x reader

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zigtheeortega · 4 years

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as good as gold

✿ pairing: mal x mc

✿ word count: 2971

✿ tags: @roguemal ; @violinet ; @nickyvalentinos ; @adrixnrxines ; @senatorraines

✿ author’s note: okay so this is honestly the weirdest coincidence... i started working on this fic back in early march, and i abandoned it bc it was originally going to be smut, but i just never got around to finishing the actual smut because i wasn’t feeling it, and i wasn’t that confident in the plot. i totally forgot about it, until i read today’s chapter... and i saw parallels between this fic, that i’d abandoned, and the diamond scene/elite skill scene today with mal.

it made me a lot more confident in this because it made me feel like i genuinely understand mal’s character more than i ever thought? (there are parallels between his list of favorite things, stealth, the sneaking around, etc.) anyways, i wrapped it up and thought i’d post it; thank u andrew for writing one of my favorite characters ever and confirming actions and dialogue i thought he’d do ! andrew stans rise. (hope u enjoy pls lmk if u liked it!)

“Thank Gods they sent us. I’m dying to stretch my legs,” Mal said, tossing the gold coins in the air, the clinking of the metal ringing out against the walls of the abandoned safe house.

They walked towards the entrance, the fresh air hitting them, and their lungs were grateful for the relief. The mildewed stench had been unbearable, but they had to suffer through it. The bounty on their head was enough to turn anyone against them.

Their collective rations weren’t enough to keep them fed. With Tyril being the perpetrator, they agreed it was safe enough for Mal and Zilyana to visit the marketplace, as long as they laid low.

“You’re telling me,” she smiled, inhaling deeply. The scent of the damp, mossy alleyway was incredible in comparison to the moldy smell of their hideout.

She shielded her eyes, squinting at the intense light. They had not seen the sun in days, so the warm blanket was a semblance of hope. She’d rescue Kade soon enough; the warmth on her face proved that all hope wasn’t lost.

They walked in silence, weaving through the alleyways towards the marketplace. Mal stopped abruptly at the end of the alleyway, bracing his forearm against her chest to keep her from going any further.

She caught herself gaping at him as he peeked around the corner a couple of times. His windswept hair framed his face beautifully, curling around his defined jaw, the tips resting neatly against his beard.

He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his face. “Caught you staring.”

She averted her eyes, looking upwards. “Was not.”

“The blush in your cheeks betrays you.”

There was no hiding the violet heat creeping across her face and ears. She’d been drawn to his charismatic nature, his carefree, adventurous attitude one that she envied. He owed nothing to anyone, and he never thought twice about his perception to others.

But underneath the snarky, flirtatious facade, lurked layers of melancholia that she wanted so desperately to uncover.

He cocked his head towards the opening, signaling the coast was clear. “Thought I heard something. We’re safe.”

She scoffed, following closely behind him. “Your definition of safe is ‘not currently being chased’?”

He laughed breathily, and shrugged. “You hit the nail on the head. I’m like a honey trap for trouble.”

The sound of bartering shoppers hit them before the smell of fish and sweat did. “What’s the plan? They might recognize us,” she whispered in his ear, acutely aware of the proximity of their bodies.

She noticed him pocket the gold Tyril had given them for the food. “Mal, what –”

“Just trust me on this, kit. I’ve probably stolen as much food that’s in this marketplace, twice over. I can get us the food and we can keep the loot.” He tried stepping forward, but she grabbed a fistful of the back of his shirt.

“Or we could just stick to the original plan and use the gold for our food and go,” she said, tugging him backward.

“As long as we can have a quick escape route, it’ll be seamless,” he said, turning to meet her eye. “Trust me, Zilyana.”

And she did.

The mischievous look in his eye was enough to send her heart into a tailspin, but his mention of her name was what sealed the deal. It was a rarity that Mal traded in her nickname for her real name, so when he used it, she knew he was being honest for once.

She didn’t know what part of her compelled him to take her under his “wing”. Maybe he was tired of being alone. Maybe he was desperately crying out for someone to get to know the real him. Maybe he’d been calling out for so long, and she was the first to answer.

“I trust you, Mal.”

His eyes softened. She knew he hadn’t heard that in a long time. “Follow my lead.”

At the end of the last alleyway, there was a large fabric trade stand, with various cut and uncut fabrics of different colors and materials, finished garments hung from a clothesline.

He tossed a dagger into the wooden scaffolding holding up the stand, startling the old man at the booth. When he stood to inspect it, Mal snagged two black cloaks.

“These cloaks serve as both a disguise and a red herring. If we’re caught, ditch the cloaks as fast as you can. Then we can walk freely without anyone knowing what we looked like in the first place,” he said, slipping his hood on. “It’ll be a piece of cake.”

“And we’re distracting them and snagging their food? Seems cheap,” she said, putting her hood up, annoyed at her ears poking into the fabric.

“You’re distracting them, and there’s a reason old tricks still work, kit.”

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Zilyana used her natural seduction to trap a few unsuspecting suckers, and Mal snagged the food, storing it on the roof of a taller building, just high enough to not be spotted from other rooftops if they laid down.

“I’ve never had an apple before,” she purred, stroking the vendor’s arm with the tips of her slender fingers. It was a horrible lie, but it was working.

“Y-you haven’t?” he stammered, clearly flustered.

“I’m not from around here,” she smiled, leaning forward, exposing just enough of her collarbone and the top of her breasts to reel him in.

“I don’t normally do this, but this one is on me,” he smiled timidly, handing her a bright red apple. Little did he know, Mal had been snagging item after item from his stand behind his back.

She took it from him, brushing her fingers across his knuckles. “You’re too kind. I owe you.”

He blushed furiously, looking anywhere but her face. “I wouldn’t mind taking you out to my favorite tavern down the road––”

“Oh, I’m leaving town tomorrow,” she pouted, batting her eyes. “I wish we could’ve spent more time together.”

Mal emerged from the alleyway, watching closely. She didn’t know if he was capable of jealousy, but his nonchalance vanished when the vendor asked her on a date.

“I’m closing up shop soon, if you’re willing to wait for me.” He said, the blush still lingering on his cheeks.

“Balmed is that you? Oh my Gods, it’s been so long!” She exclaimed, looking at Mal, who still watched from the shadows.

The vendor turned quickly, noticing no one was there. He looked back at her, then double-taked, scrutinizing his stand of apples. “Hey…”

She sprinted past him, kicking the back of his knees so he crumpled, but it didn’t stop him from yelling, “Thief!” at the top of his lungs.

Mal grabbed her hand, whisking her down the dark alleyway. The sun had dipped just below the buildings, making the alleys a perfect getaway.

They rounded the corner, ready to discard their cloaks, but they spotted guards barreling towards them from both directions.

“What do we do?” She practically cried, gripping his shoulder.

“There’s two of us, and four of them, kit. You do the math,” he smirked, unsheathing his dagger.

“But that makes it sound like we should run–”

He whipped his arm forward, sending a dagger into the nearest guard’s shoulder before decking the other in the jaw.

Zilyana knew that Mal’s sheer dumb luck was part of the reason he was a notable thief. He somehow managed to survive in every situation, like a rodent.

She drew her sword and slashed the guard in front of her in one fluid sweep, kicking the other in the chest, sending him sprawling.

“That was a little too easy,” she trailed off, her senses sparking. She had no control over her elven senses, but they usually came to her when she needed them most, similar to a fight or flight response.

“I think the guards have us cornered but we haven’t met them yet. I can hear footsteps.”

Mal’s eyebrows rose. “We’re completely surrounded?”

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

“Alright? What are we gonna do?” she asked, hysteria begging to burst through her calm demeanor.

“The rooftop where we stashed the goods isn’t far away. I’d say five buildings or so over. After they pass, we’ll have to jump from roof to roof –”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not even in the right garments to jump right now,” she shook her head, gesturing to her casual dress.

“You’re just gonna have to flash the entirety of Port Parnassus,” he teased, turning to the wall next to him, covered in mossy vines.

He grabbed onto a vine and started climbing, her on his heels. The footsteps were within Mal’s hearing range by the time he got to the rooftop, so he extended an arm for her to grab.

She gripped his forearm, pushing herself off of the wall. It sent her flying into Mal, the momentum too much for the short distance. They fell over, her landing on top of him, chest to chest, their noses nearly touching.

She could see a snarky quip forming on his lips, but it never came. She watched his smug grin dissolve into admiration, his gaze softening as he glanced back and forth from her eyes to mouth. The lingering rays of sunlight struck their rooftop, hitting Mal’s face, transforming his dark brown eyes into a stunning liquid pool of amber, flecks of gold she’d never noticed before reflecting the light.

He reached up, pressing a gloved hand on her face, gently stroking her jaw. She leaned into the embrace, closing her eyes and sighing just low enough for him to hear.

A low growl rumbled through his chest, the vibrations passing through her own. He watched her, transfixed, through half lidded eyes.

“Have you always been this beautiful, kit? Or have I just been too stupid to notice?” He whispered, tenderly gripping her chin with his thumb and pointer finger.

She smiled, holding back a laugh as they heard the guards clamor down an alley nearby. “I don’t know if I’d say you were stupid…”

With his eyes trained on her lips, she leaned down, closing the distance between them, her parted lips meeting his. He could’ve frozen up – he could’ve pushed her away. Instead, he tangled his gloved hand through her hair, deepening the kiss.

He snaked his arm around her waist, his grip firm and commanding. He tasted sweeter than she could’ve imagined, his scent even more intoxicating up close.

He pulled away, searching her features. She couldn’t tell if he was thinking she’d regretted it that fast, but she was determined to ease his mind. Zilyana recognized the walls he put up; they were familiar because they mirrored her own.

“Anything we do from this point on, I won’t regret. Don’t worry,” she whispered, stroking her thumb across his beard.

He looked at her like he was truly seeing her for the first time. Like he was safe with her. Like he wanted her too.

The guards passed through the alleyway next to them, the clanking of their armor drowning out Mal and Zilyana’s labored breaths.

He pulled her close, tucking her underneath his head, his arms circling her protectively until the guards passed.

They stayed in the same position, embracing, until the sun set, making way for the midnight skyline freckled with glimmering stars.

After the street lanterns were lit, and the residents of Parnassus were tucked into bed, they were momentarily safe enough to discard the cloaks and sneak back to the rooftop where their food was stashed.

Once they were on the rooftop, Mal gestured to her to walk towards the edge of the building. She looked out at the edge of the port city, the vast body of water rippling, the waves flicking calmly against the docks, the water reflecting the moonlight.

“I never get tired of views like these,” he sighed, snatching an apple and taking a bite. “I love gold, but I love a pretty view more.”

She eyed him, brows furrowed. “Alright, I love gold more. But scenery is a close second.”

“Mal the Magnificent is getting candid? Color me surprised,” she grinned, watching his expression match her own.

“What can I say? You’ve grown on me, kit.”

And that was all the validation she needed. She was chipping away at his facade brick-by-brick, and one day his defense would crumble.

She’d be the only one to witness the beautiful destruction.

She crossed the distance between them, facing him while he chewed and swallowed his mouthful of apple. Juice dribbled down his beard, and she wanted so badly to taste the sweet flavor of his lips again.

“You’ve grown on me, too,” she said, reaching for his hand with her own, hooking a finger around his. She used the other hand to delicately swipe her thumb across his facial hair, drying his face of apple juice.

He watched her in awe, looking at her as if she were the only being in the world.

“We should probably get back,” she whispered, refusing to break eye contact. “They might be worried.”

“Yeah, they might be worried,” he repeated, still staring at her, squeezing her finger with his own. “But I think it’s better we stay the night.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to miss a second of seeing the moonlight on your skin,” he said, eyes roaming over her face.

Her face heated, breaking eye contact first. She knew the violet tones in her cheeks would betray her calm exterior once again.

“I could look at you for hours…” he trailed off, stepping closer towards her.

Their bodies were barely touching, their faces close enough so that the wind made the tips of his hair tickle her cheek.

He took his leather gloves off, revealing his scarred, calloused hands, likely from the years of training with blades. He cupped her face in his bare palms, the heat from his hands counteracting the chill of the sea breeze.

It was the first time he touched her with his bare hands, and she relished in the contact. It was a feeling of intimacy she hadn’t felt before.

She’d been abandoned by her birth parents and adopted by a human family. When they passed, she felt not only the tremendous loss of her parents, but the longing to be wanted by those who willingly left her before.

She saw so much of herself in Mal. The classic signs of abandonment issues were blatant in his personality. He wouldn’t admit it to her then, but he’d grow comfortable with her and come around. And she’d be there for him.

She watched as he leaned in tentatively. She closed the gap between them, pressing her mouth firmly against his, wrapping her arms around his waist.

He melted in her grip, a low groan coming from his throat at the initial kiss. She parted her lips, begging to taste him again.

She drug her hands around his torso, meeting at his belt buckle, unlatching and untying until they fell to the ground with a clank. She slid her hands underneath the tail of his tunic, pulling upwards. She was met with the firm muscles of his stomach, a soft tuft of hair from his navel to the waist of his pants.

“Zilyana, I…” he breathed, eyes half lidded.

“I want you,” she finished, pulling back just enough so that she could meet his gaze.

His hair had become unruly, whipped by the sea breeze and the momentum from running through the alleys of Parnassus. Loose strands framed his face like vines on a stone wall, begging for her hands to wrangle them.

“You sure you want this? We can pretend like it didn’t happen when we go back,” he said. She detected a twinge of uneasiness in his voice, like he didn’t know what he wanted from her.

“We can work it out later, Mal,” she whispered, running her hands farther up his chest.

He groaned, both because he was trying to maintain responsibility and his body was responding to her touch. “You’re right. Fuck it.”

He kissed her fervently, ripping at the laced-up ribbons on the back of her dress. The air between their bodies crackled, their unbridled sexual tension finally reaching its climactic end.

She tried helping him out of his clothes, but stopped after a few failed attempts. “For a simple guy, you have a complex wardrobe.”

He laughed, the deep bass of his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. “I can be flashy when I want to be.”

He stripped his tunic off, then his boots, before helping her slide out of her dress. Her undergarments were thin, just thin enough so that he got a glimpse of her naked body underneath.

He rested his hands on her waist, pulling him towards her. She grazed her fingers across his stomach and lower back, lightly touching the dozens of scars. He had a story behind each scar, and she wanted to hear every one.

He eased her onto the stone, gently, like she was as fragile as a priceless heirloom.

“Look at you, Zilyana… so beautiful,” he whispered, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “I told you I like a pretty view.”

She searched his eyes, the trace of golden flecks gone with the sunlight, and she smiled internally. She was learning to love gold, too, as greedy as it sounded.

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#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #mal x mc #mal the magnificent #mal the rogue #my fic #jade writes choices fics

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andrewsneil · 3 years

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When you receive this, please reply. Write down 5 things that will make you happy, and then ask the same to the last 10 people in your notifications.✨💕

– Nik, who loves you 💖

jokes on you nothing makes me happy 😌 (actually jokes on me bc a few things do i’m just very dumb and don’t appreciate them as much as i should !!)

tv shows !! i spent the entirety of today binge watching wandavision even though i promised myself i wouldn’t watch it until it was finished bc i’m so impatient and i hate waiting. but it was really good !! i enjoyed it a lot

honestly… my bed ?? like. lowkey it’s the best place on earth idk. pretty comfy

you !!! and all of my other friends <3 ur very sweet n i appreciate everyone in my life so much

mmm fanfiction ?? not even just 5sos fic,, i’m reading a wolfstar & jegulus fic rn and it’s very good so far tbh. if anyone wants the link lmk

my freak cat wednesday !! today she… decided to sit in the sink w my in Solidarity whilst i was on the toilet? and it’s my mum’s birthday and for some reason she had a frozen gift bag and wednesday decided it’s her new favourite place to sit !! pls enjoy these pics of her idk

#also aria if u see this i Think u sent me one of these asks n i’ll answer it soon it just takes me a while to think of five things 🥺#nik #valiantnerd #answered #cats

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haosvteen · 4 years

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i said i was going to post my slept on kpop playlist, so here it is!! this is just my favorite boy groups because that’s like...who i listen to lol :) i hope you like it!!

if anyone wants to read my rambling thoughts and favorite lyrics from each song, they’re under the ‘keep reading’ cut :) it took me like two hours to do, so if you wanna take a quick peek at me talking about “vibes” of songs and coming up with dumb little scenarios for the songs, please do :)

p.s. feel free to take a look around my spotify, i have a bunch of dumb playlists lolol

7 Days - NCT Dream: i just love the vibe of this song, it’s one of my faves to just chill and dance in my room to || ‘7 days a week, i’ll always / hover by your side / so just tell me comfortably / whenever you call me, / i can just run to you’

Break Your Rules - The Boyz: idk why but this song reminds me of a montage in a show of a boy falling in love with a girl...basically i just wanna fall in love || ‘my dreams are filled with you all night / now is a chance to make them come true’

Let me hear you say - Seventeen: you know i had to put this in like it’s probably my favorite song from an ode. just the pre-chorus, the chorus, the whole thing...*chef’s kiss*. minghao really shines in this song too (proud of my bby) || ‘i only wish for you yeah / you’re the only one sailing in my heart’

Not Alone - NCT 127: nct is typically known for “noise music”, but i don’t think people really take the time to look into songs like this that are just so pretty and beautiful || ‘even if the black night gets longer / i`m not afraid / embrace my dream more’

Drift Away - Seventeen: this song!! it’s just the sweetest sounding song, like it really is just like honey to me. that’s weird, i know, but it just makes me so happy and reminds me of like walking through a park in spring with flowers on the trees and blowing through the wind || ‘you who’d lean on me during hard times / walking slowly and heavily / and then you became a part of my memories’

Best Friend - NCT Dream: just another cute lil song that’s fun and makes me happy hehe, leave it to the dreamies || ‘you came out a bit late / but I’m used to it / because of you it’s okay yeah’

Playdate - EXO-CBX: omg can someone please just come sweep me off my feet for a casual, fun date in the city...that’s what this song reminds me of ugh i want it so bad!!! || ‘are you ready to be loved? / i'll catch a shooting star / and place it in your hand’

Hello - Seventeen: jun, seokmin, mingyu unit let’s get it!!! i love this song so much, it’s just a great song about having a lil crush and it makes my heart happy..also makes me want someone to have a crush on me like so badly. side note, but can we please talk about mingyu’s part in the bridge?? || ‘You, more than my heart / i’m curious about your heart / you, from now on / i want our days to be each other’s days’

Get Cool - Stray Kids: just a super fun, chill song to listen to maybe while by the pool or on the beach. this song it suuuch a personality song like it’s so fun || ‘let's not worry so much / just for today’

1 to 10 - Day6: this viiiiibes of this song holy sh*t. and like i don’t know anything about music or anything, but the way the notes sound at the end of the chorus?? are so?? perfect?? like they just sound so great to my ears. is this a normal thing? someone lmk || ‘i know you / no one knows you / nobody loves you / more than me baby’

I Do Love U - Monsta X: yet again just another fun song that makes my heart happy, like i love listening to this song on drives with the windows down. another song about a crush, further proving that i want someone to have a crush on me || ‘i like you, i like you / even explaining it with words, it’s lacking / i love you, love you / expressing these words / i do love you’

Love Me Now - NCT 127: nowowowow yeah, i love this song. it’s a super chill song to listen to and very easy to sing along to, so great for drives. i really love haechan’s voice in this song, he has an add-in during the second chorus, i think, that i really like || ‘when I walk the path, your scent is passing by / so I subconsciously looking for you again / the rain is pouring and it takes me back to that time / on that street where I kissed you’

WITH U - Ateez: so basically this song makes me want to have someone who is in love with me and wants to spend time with me. it is just such a romantic song and i can’t want to be with someone who i’m completely in love with and who is completely in love with me and we slow dance in the living room to this song || ‘do you remember? / the promise I made to you that I would never stop / i'm still walking / no matter what difficulties may interrupt me’

Sun&Moon - NCT 127: this was actually one of the first nct songs i heard!! i really love the pre-chorus of this song, like okay get into it!! very romantic song and imo also pretty sexy vibes || ‘even if you’re in a place / where I can’t touch you / i can feel you’

Love Again - Baekhyun: alright this song...does things to me. like...the lyrics i- maybe it’s because baekhyun is my exo bias, but like...boy can get it...immediately. (also if joshua hong is bored and wants to cover this song...that would be appreciated) || ‘say that you love me again / don't leave me alone baby / just stay for the night baby, yeah’

I Wish - Seventeen: okay so i’ve barely seen anyone talking about this song and uh??? what’s up w that??? this is actually probably my third favorite from heng:garae after l&r and mymy. it really just reminds me of walking down a snowy street at night, hand in hand with the love of your life || ‘sometimes I think of you / i cry and I laugh / i'm trying to erase you / with a broken heart’

Trauma - EXO: bruh the very beginning of this song, i think someone is right in my ear. this song gets me hyped, no lie, like i dance to this in my room like at least five times a week and pretend i’m in a club or something. it’s so fun imo (if nct dream is bored, do they wanna cover?) || ‘the wounds come back to life / i try to avoid them but get hurt every time / i know, it can’t just be me’

Save You - GOT7: hm, i can see this playing when y/n rolls up to jackson wang’s pool party. this is just a super chill, fun song i really like!! also can we talk about that pre-chorus || ‘i'll find you / you don't have to call me / always be with you oh’

Fronting - Seventeen: THIS SONG, i listen to jihoon’s bridge every day and i’m not even kidding. this song is such a bop. this is one of the top kpop songs that gets stuck in my head. honestly, please just look up all of the lyrics to this song because it’s actually very iconic imo || ‘i woke up, even in dreams, baby / i still dream of chasing you, what should i do? / there is no other girl like you / seventeen can’t control these feelings’

Betcha - Baekhyun: this was probably my song of the summer in 2019, i listened to it first thing every single time i got into the car to go anywhere. i can’t even describe like?? why i like it so much?? it just makes me feel special, like if you think about the lyrics while listening...perhaps i feel like the only girl in the world...perhaps || ‘it's just the two of us / what you waiting for? / you're my soul / we're gonna be perfect for each other / i believe it, no doubt’

Network Love - Seventeen: int’l line, let’s get it. this is just a super fun song that (once again) i love just jamming out to in my room. also minghao is super impressive in this song imo :,) || ‘before i meet you / i don’t know where / the world is so big’

See You Again - Monsta X: lowkey, don’t clown me but i’ll listen to this song in the car and pretend my “boyfriend” & i just broke up and i’m driving away from his place. why am i so dramatic, guys i am actually the most dramatic individual on earth. nonetheless, this song is fire (wish hyungwon had more lines but you know...life isn’t fair so) || ‘when I finally open my black eyes now / i end up feeling this void / i beg you to grab my hand / so that I can feel happy again’

#Summervibes - GOT7: they did not lie when they called the song summer vibes, but it really is. this song makes me feel like i’m on a romantic vacation with my “boyfriend” (jinyoung wya) and we’re just having fun in love and OOO possibly we’re dancing with each other late at night at a beach club or something and we’re both a lil tipsy and i’m going to stop before i write a whole scenario (psst i know this is japanese, but still it’s a bop so i included it) || ‘the dazzling prism of a diamond ring is shining on you / the waves ripple disorderly / shooting a cinematic scene so it doesn’t disappear / i wanna let it remain in my heart’

Swimming Fool - Seventeen: y’all knew it was going to be on here like it’s me we’re talking about here. do i even need to explain?? like this song made me a better person and change my life, it is so fun and i want to see it live one day however i know that it’ll never happen, but i can dream. this song is one of the best of seventeen’s entire discography and i just love it so much everyone listen to swimming fool and give it love because maybe if we show it enough love, then perf unit will perform it live again pls pls pls. and also let’s take a moment to discuss the lyrics because this song isn’t simply about some buys having a fun time swimming. no, it’s all a ~metaphor~ because like you’re the pool/water and they’re a swimming fool because they are just so entranced by you and in love with you. and i think that’s beautiful. in this essay i will... || ‘because i’ve fallen for you / i’m drowning in you / my movement becomes slower / and i start to lose my breath / i’m a swimming fool’

#random emma stuff??#idk what to tag this #playlists

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