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love maze, s.jy

chapter five pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

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CHAPTER FIVE: RELATIONSHIPS

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word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut. sex upstairs during a party, oral (f&m receiving), implication of p in v, aftercare, comfort, fluff, jake beginning to be down horrendous

a/n: my bad for the lag y’all, i was on vacation since i had friends come into state and focused on that. but! here’s a chapter from me to you, pls enjoy (also crazy way to start a chapter ik HAHAH)

WHINEY BREATHS LEFT Jake's lips as he stared down at you. Locked in his bedroom, party still lively in full swing the muffled music from downstairs was heard through the walls, you had found yourself kneeled in front of his bed in between his legs that had his pants pooled at his ankles.

"Fuck, fuck you take it so good baby," He mumbles out, a fistful of hair in his grasp as he began to move his hips along with the rhythm of your head that bobbed up and down along his cock. "Such a pretty little mouth,"

A hum of delight erupted from your throat at his praise, the vibration causing him to twitch while you pushed your head further down, doing your best to fit all of his length into your mouth. Jake was big, bigger than most and was found to be the whiniest mess when he became undone.

Your lack of a gag reflex and the sloppy head game you seemed to have mastered was more than enough to have him like puddy in your hands. The combination was overstimulating, the sounds of your drool that began to wet his thighs, the way your tongue swirled around his tip, sucking on it with your hand stroking his shaft at the same time.

Jake suddenly yanked you away from his dick, hissing at the change while you pouted, peering up at his with a curious expression. With his thumb wiping away the drool that dribbled down your chin in the process, he leaned down to place a kiss to your lips. "You're gonna make me fall in love with your head," He mumbles against your lips, the words causing a small giggle to leave your mouth before a sudden yelp replaced it.

Lifting you onto the bed with little resistance, your head gently hit the pillows while Jake began a trail of kisses. Starting from your waist, his fingers pushed up the thin material of your shirt as he moved up. Tugging at it, you obliged to his silent command and pull the shirt up over your head.

A small groan erupts from Jake's throat, eyes focused on the lacy black bra that was rather see through, your hardened nipples seen in the thin material as he rolls one between the pads of his thumb and index finger. A moan hitched in the back of your throat, eyes rolling back while the sloppy open mouthed kisses that Jake continued to trail over your body held a smirk of delight.

"Fuck, Jae, please," You whine, hips moving against his knee that was placed between your thighs in attempt to get some stimulation to your aching core that was begging for his attention.

"Please what?" Jake teases, watching as you began to grind yourself up against him, seeming so desperate for his touch that caused his tip to throb.

You sent him a pointed look, one that lasted only for a second before he dug his knee closer into you, a loud moan leaving your lips in surprise. "I need you," You beg, voice whiny and hands reaching up to tangle into his hair. "Please, please make me feel good,"

Your pleads were more than enough for him to pull away. Undressing your bottom half in one swift motion, Jake's fingers looped around the thin thong he had been getting teased with all night. His hand reached down to your clit, beginning to rub small circles along your pussy and feeling how wet you were through the soaked fabric.

"Such a good girl," He hums, smiling at the way your body reacted to his touch, a rather loud moan escaping from your lips as his head moved down between your thighs. Trailing a line of kisses along the soft skin, inching closer to your heated core that he still rubbed, he pulled the material to the side to place his last kiss directly on your swollen clit that was aching to be touched. A small laugh left his lips hearing your lewd mumbles, a fist full of his hair now wrapped between your fingers. "Shhh baby, you have to be quiet so no one hears,"

His tongue licked a long stripe up your center, a small hum leaving his throat getting a taste of your arousal. Fully stuffing his head between your thighs, Jake gives little room to adjust as he begins to lap up and down along your folds, his tongue dipping into your hole a few times causing a loud moan to leave your lips. He doesn't stop, his hands forcing your thighs to stay open with a tight grip no matter how much you squirmed beneath him.

His lower half pushed into the mattress in attempt to alleviate some tension of his own, becoming a mess along side you as it seemed giving you head was just as much for his own pleasure as yours. He didn't stop, he couldn't not with how you mewled airy moans throughout the air and pushed your hips against him on your own. The pleasant taste of your arousal an added bonus, entirely drunk on the taste and wanting more with the way you began to come undone with just his tongue alone.

"Jake, oh my god," Your body was attempting to squirm away though you wanted nothing more than for him to continue. "Jake please— fuck," Letting out a loud moan, you roll your eyes back upon feeling the built up tension in your stomach finally snap. Riding the high of your orgasm, Jake slowed down his pace but continued to lap up your clit to the point near overstimulation, your body falling limp at the intensity.

He lets out a small hum against you, placing one last soft peck to your core causing your legs to tense up. Jake smiles, sitting up and positioning himself in between your legs while your eyes were shut, still attempting to catch your breath before feeling his tip push itself between your folds.

"C’mon baby, we're not done yet,"

YOU WOKE UP with a stir. Feelingly overly warm, you attempt to push the covers off your body but tense up feeling the unfamiliar weight on your chest. Peeking an eye open, there was minimal light entering the room, presumably still early morning while the events from the night prior flood back at once. The house was silent compared to last night.

The quiet snores that left Jake's lips suddenly find your attention. With one of his arms secured around your waist, both of your legs were tangled up underneath the blanket. The minimal regret that filled you was easily subsided by the satisfaction that came of last night. You now understood why Jake's reputation was the way it was, never before had you hooked up with a guy that willingly and eagerly ensured you came first just with head, not mentioning the other two orgasms he managed to get out of you that left your body shaking and sure you reached a new ecstasy.

Yeah, you'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Glancing over Jake's sleeping figure, you nearly giggled at the sight of his slightly parted lips and how utterly innocent he looked opposed to last night. You could only hope this wouldn't put a damper on your dynamic, a small part of you hoped that it could be an occasional occurrence, maybe you should add a new rule to the contract.

With a small sigh, you begin to wiggle your way out of Jake's grasp, doing your best to not wake him but the sudden urge to pee was more of a priority. Jake let out a disgruntled groan upon feeling you break free from his use of you as a body pillow, your warmth disappearing as he blinked his eyes open to see you hovering on the edge of the bed.

"___?" He mumbles, rubbing the corner of his eye with a yawn. You turn your head. sending his a sheepish smile. "What're you doing?"

"Bathroom," You respond, him taking the reason with a small nod, already turning over to make himself comfortable but the stilled silence that filled the room indicated you hadn't moved.

"You alright?"

"I can't walk," You mumble, the confession one of embarrassment but you didn't want to have to explain yourself if you ended up falling to or from the bathroom across the hall.

Suddenly sitting up, the cheeky smile that fell upon Jake's lips was visible even in the dim room. "What'd you say?"

"Jake," You drawl out, rolling your eyes while he lets out a small laugh. "Come on, this is your fault so help me before I end up peeing in your bed,"

He got up this time, still giggling to himself as he made his way around the bed. "Sorry ___, didn't think you were that fragile," He teased, his hands used as support as you pulled yourself up.

"I'm not, you just bent me in half like a damn pretzel though so you know," You huff back, using his arms to lean your body weight against him. Slowly, Jake began to guide the two of you out of the room, momentarily peeking out in the hall to ensure it was clear considering you only wore his t-shirt and nothing underneath.

"You liked it," He hums back while you click your tongue, not having room to deny him. "Can you pee on your own or do I have to hold your hand for moral support too?"

"Always a charmer aren't you?" You say dryly, plastering a sarcastic smile on your features and instead leaning onto the bathroom counter for support. "Now go away, I don't think we'll ever be at the level where I'd pee in front of you," Shooing him away, Jake merely rolls his eyes as he turns.

"Yell when you need me to come help you up from the toilet,"

"SO... HOW LONG is this gonna go on?" Yunjin mutters, eyes trained on Jake's figure that walked back and forth throughout the kitchen. Attempting to stay quiet, she leans into your side while he's ears perk up at the mention of his name, though making no indication of noticing.

With a small shrug, you stare down at your computer, popping one of the freshly washed grapes into your mouth while attempting to read whatever material was assigned as homework for the day. "‘Til my birthday," Yunjin lets out a small tsk, turning back to her phone as she types at a furiously fast speed. Raising a brow, you nudge her side. "What?"

"Minjun texted me," She starts, trailing off slightly as you tense up at her words. "He's coming back to town and wanted to see how you were,"

"Why's he texting you asking about me?" You tut, rolling your eyes momentarily at the idea while she shakes her head.

"You guys didn't end well, he's nervous about reaching out,"

You let out a small hum, lifting your eyes as you trailed over Jake's figure, who had seemingly not heard a word in his midst of making ramyeon for your study date, though he listened carefully, making less noise with the pots as he moved around. Looking to Yunjin, you pat her hand. "I know he's your cousin, but don't talk to him on my behalf. It ended for a reason,"

A small pout fell upon her lips but nonetheless she nodded along. Taking his time to serve the two bowls full of hot soup, Jake spun around with a small smile. "Who's Minjun?"

Yunjin nearly spits out the water she had began to sip, eyes wide and loud coughs heaving from her chest. "W-what? Ha! N-no one what do you mean—"

"An ex," You roll your eyes, patting Yunjin's back as she's on the brink of falling out of her seat in her attempt to come up with an excuse and failing.

Jake hums, taking a second to ponder it over before leaning around you, peering at Yunjin from where he sat on your side. "Unfortunately for him, I don't like sharing, so tell him he's lost his chance," A wink was added to his words, seemingly playful but the shared look he sent your way didn't go unnoticed.

Yunjin nodded along right away, seemingly embarrassed due to being caught and excusing herself from the table. Running away to her room, it left the two of you in silence, one that you didn't particularly mind but felt Jake's eyes gazing over you from the side.

"Yes?"

"Wanna talk about it or is exs a forbidden topic?" He questions, head tilted in the slightest of ways and thoughts of any studying getting done completely discarded.

You shrug. "He was a TA in one of my classes my first semester here. Ended up being Yunjin's cousin so we started hanging out together through that and eventually started going out. Broke up a few months back because he didn't want to be in a relationship with me anymore, nothing crazy or dramatic like having a long term stalker wannabe girlfriend like you," Summing up the details, you spoke as if it were a fling, nothing too serious or worth mentioning.

Though in reality, it was the first time you felt something quite like it, your first daze into thinking you've finally understood all the Disney films and K-Dramas you've watched growing up. Only difference was it left you devastated without a Prince Charming, him seemingly growing tired of you without an explanation. Jay spent two solid weeks with you, stuck to your side like glue ensuring you made it out of bed each day and ate proper meals.

Jake knew that well enough, remembering the time his best friend disappeared without a word only to check in every few days with a brief explanation as to why. At the time he didn't necessarily care about the details, only remembering the gist of his heartbroken friend that needed a little extra attention in getting over it, oh well, and that your name was the one Jay kept repeating over and over again through it.

Deciding against pushing any further, Jake turned to his bowl of ramyeon in front of him, the steam subsiding from its initial boiling temperature into a comfortable one. "His loss," He speaks, the words so simple and nonchalant but it provided a small comfort in your thoughts. "Great for me though, and you 'cause now you get an even better and hotter boyfriend,"

A small laugh left your lips before you could stop it. Raising a brow at him as he took a bite of his food, you turned slightly, legs brushing against one another but neither did anything to move. "How would you know that?"

"I just do," Jake smiles, entirely certain of himself before pointing a finger in your direction. "And if not you still have to lie and call me pretty so it doesn't really matter now, does it?" You hum in response, not bothering to retort before he nudges your foot with his own. "Right?"

"We playing footsie like we're kids again?" Kicking him back, you snort seeing Jake shake his head, peering at you with expectation as he bats his eyes and leans in slightly. Your hand was pressed against his chest in attempt to push him away, his own grabbing hold of your wrist in the lightest of ways to move closer if possible. "I didn't realize you were such a baby,"

"I like praise," He shrugs, a small smirk playing at his lips as he said so. "Well?"

"Yes Jake, you're pretty," You huff, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in attempt to hold back your laugh but failing as his hands dance along your sides, digging into your stomach in attempt to tickle you. "N-no!"

"Say it like you mean it," He wages, his own laughs filling the air and mixing in with your own. There was a bright gleam in his eyes, a look of fondness watching as you leaned back too far in your seat, nearly falling out of the chair causing him to wrap his arms around your waist and holding you up, weak from the lack of proper air as you laughed.

"Y-you're so needy," You giggle, peering up at him through fluttering eyes while he hums back. Jake's fingers brushed away the few strands of hair that fell into your view, gently helping you upright while still supporting your weight.

"Better get used to it ‘cause I’m not going anywhere,"

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This is my @mcyt-valentines piece, made for the lovely @mellioops! Happy Valentine’s Day, I hope you enjoy <3

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Grian wipes sweat from his brow as he places another trapdoor along the supporting beam that holds his platform. The process has been slow-going, and truthfully, Grian feels a little silly about not having a proper starter base yet, when so many other hermits do, but he likes what he has so far.

Maybe. Grian squints at the beams. He’s gone for an asymmetrical look, with trapdoors adorning the spruce on one side and signs cleverly wrapped around the other, and he can’t tell if he likes it or not.

Grian sighs, wringing his hands. He’s been staring at this for too long; he needs a break.

Trudging up the stairs he’d recently carved into the stony side of the mountain, Grian debates on what to do. Fishing is always an option, but he’d already been at the docks for hours earlier, with no real luck. What he’s really been itching to do, Grian realizes at the top of the stairs, is fly.

He usually refrains from using his wings until the others have elytra, just to make it fair, but he’s not using them for any useful reason, and for once, fishing doesn’t sound particularly appealing, and the wind would feel nice against his damp skin.

Toes against the edge of the platform, Grian tips forward, wings snapping open and catching the air rushing past him, climbing for the clear blue sky above.

Flapping his wings is a stretch Grian’s needed for far too long. He’d spent most of his time between seasons holed up in his cottage on a private world, coming up with plans for this one, and then gone a week here without any flying whatsoever. It’s a little against the rules, but Grian’s sure the hermits will understand.

Magic Mountain is beautiful from above. The leaves of the cherry trees are pink bunches of fluff, and the petals on the ground are vibrant splashes of color against the soft green grass. The bell, stolen by Scar on the first day, sits proudly at the center of a campsite they’d set up, and despite the promise of Doc’s wrath, Grian smiles at the memory.

Among the pink, Grian spots a hint of tan out of the corner of his eye, alone in the foliage. Swooping down for a closer look, Grian realizes his initial guess of a brown sheep is wrong—it’s Scar, in the zookeeper outfit and matching hat he’d acquired for the season.

Grian lands as softly as he can a few blocks behind Scar, tiptoeing closer until he’s just behind him. Peeking his head around Scar’s shoulder, Grian exclaims, “Hi Scar!”

Scar jumps about five blocks, whirling around with his hand pressed to his chest. “Grian! You gave me a heart attack.” Grian grins.

“Whatcha up to?” Grian asks, folding his wings against his back and brushing a stray petal from his jumper. Hanging out with Scar to procrastinate a build has, famously, not gone well in the past, but even Doc hasn’t had enough time in the season yet to set up a tunnel bore; Grian’s sure it’s fine.

Scar sweeps his arm wide around them, a grand gesture. “Thinking! Contemplating! I’m a very thoughtful man, you know.” Scar gives Grian a wink.

“Uh, huh,” Grian teases, one brow lifted, to Scar’s indignant fluff. “Contemplating the trees? I’m not sure the pink goes with your train.”

“Oh, I’m sure it would go just fine! I could work the flowers into the engine somehow,” Scar proclaims. “I’d have to trade out my hat for a flower crown to go with it, though, and I don’t think even I would be willing to pay that price.”

Peering at the flowers at his feet, Grian remarks, “I’ve never tried making flower crowns out of these, I’m not sure if the stems would be long enough.”

“You know how to make flower crowns?” Scar asks, surprised.

Grian scoffs. “Well, yeah, where’d you think I got all of them during my hippie era?”

Scar lifts one shoulder in a shrug. “I kind of just assumed Ren made them, he seems like the type.”

“Nah, he collected them and I made ‘em.” Eager for an excuse to take a longer break from base building, Grian asks, “Hey, you wanna make some now? You don’t have to permanently get rid of the hat, but it could be fun.”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I don’t know how,” Scar responds with a chuckle.

“I’ll teach you! Let’s see if these flowers are crown-able.” Grian plonks down at the base of the closest tree, settling against the trunk and carefully picking a few flowers. Scar follows Grian’s lead, sitting on crossed legs and resting his elbows on his knees, watching as Grian tries to twist the stems together, to no avail.

“Ah, it’s no use. The stems are too short.” Grian releases the blossoms from his hand, watching them fall.

“I have some lilacs on me, want those?” Scar summons a few of the purple flowers from his inventory, holding them out to Grian in a bundle. Scar’s emerald green eyes are at ease if not a bit excited, eager to help a friend. His hands are warm as Grian’s fingers brush against them to accept the offer.

“Wow, that’s super helpful actually, yeah!” Lilacs in hand, Grian begins to braid the stalks with practiced motions, explaining what he’s doing to Scar as he goes.

Once Scar’s got the idea down, Grian hands him the chain he’s been braiding, starting a new one for himself. Scar’s movements are careful, unsure, but he grows quicker as he gains confidence. It’s clear Scar’s worked with plants before, his grip the perfect gentleness as he manipulates the stems.

“And now,” Grian says once he’s got a fair bit of length, “here’s where we can start adding the cherry blossoms.” Picking up a few of the tiny flowers, Grian sticks them in the gaps between the lilacs, and shows it to Scar.

“Aww, they’re so cute!” Scar coos, adding a few of his own to his chain. “They’ll go spectacularly with my train,” he jokes, extending the syllables of “spectacularly” for far longer than necessary. Grian snorts.

They fall into a companionable silence as they work, the repeated actions comfortably tedious. After a while, Scar shifts from his cross-legged position to leaning his shoulder against Grian’s.

“There’s a perfectly good tree right there, you know,” Grian grumps, with no intention of shaking Scar off.

“Sure, but you’re much softer. And warmer. Fleshier,” Scar hums.

Grian makes a face. “Fleshier? Really?”

“Well, I’d be concerned if the tree was fleshy!” Scar defends.

“There’s bark,” Grian remarks, “surely that counts?”

Scar shudders. “I don’t even want to think about that, with how much I like stripped wood.”

“Did you really have to point that out?!” Grian lightly whacks Scar’s leg, dissolving into giggles that Scar’s quick to join.

The sky is brilliant shades of pink and purple, orange kissing the horizon over the setting sun, by the time Scar’s finished his flower crown.

“For you!” he declares, placing the ring of blossoms and lilacs on Grian. It’s a bit too small to fully encircle his head, so Scar adjusts it to rest upon Grian’s crown. “Like a halo,” Scar says, and his voice is as warm as Grian imagines a real halo would be.

The move is surprisingly sweet, and Scar’s proud grin is infectious. Grian smiles as he finishes his flower crown, carefully setting it upon Scar’s tousled brown hair, securing it where it lays over Scar’s brow. “You look very pretty,” he compliments.

“Why, thank you! We’re very on brand. We should make a rule that all Magic Mountaineers must have one,” Scar jokes.

“Hah! That’d take so long to make. But this was fun.” Leaning against Scar like Scar did to him earlier, Grian looks out over the view, where the sunset sparkles over the river and shines against Scar’s train.

Scar melts against him, and as the sky gives way to night, soft torchlight illuminating the grove around them, Grian and Scar stay like that, slumped against each other with flowers in their hair. The exhaustion of a busy day weighs down Grian’s eyelids, and he gives in to the tempting lull of sleep, the soft breathing of Scar beside him indicating he’s done the very same.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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hey love! i just had a pretty bad day and i got a bad grade for a test i studied hard for.. so i was wondering if you could write Hermione Granger x fem!reader, and the reader had a bad day and got a bad great and Hermione comforts her, telling her it’s okay and yk just lots of cuddles and fluff :)

Bad day

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n's had the worst day, good thing her girlfriend is there to let her know it’s all going to be okay

Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, lots of fluff and shameless flirting

A/n: 0.8k words, wolfstars daughter and can be in the same universe as this fic, thank you for the request and I hope you’re feeling better now too. Hope you like it and lots of cuddles to you 💛

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“Wow the smartest girl in schools dating an idiot”

You resisted the urge to cry in the middle of class, holding it in until the class was dismissed and you rushed out. As you left your eyes glazed over so much you didn’t see your girlfriend sitting on a wall outside for you

Her heart broke at the sight, quickly moving to catch up with you “Sweets?” she says sounding worried

You look at her, tears already falling. You felt like such a failure, not only for yourself but to her, she helped you study for it and yet you still failed. How stupid do you have to be to fail an exam Hermione Granger, the smartest, and prettiest, girl in the world prepared you for personally

You hadn’t even noticed she was leading you back to her dorm until you reached it, too caught up in your bad thoughts, the disappointment you feared from the one you loved most

“You want to talk about it?” she wonders, hand in yours as she pulls you over to sit next to her on the bed

“Bad day” you say quietly

She moves to straddle your lap, hugging you right away “It’s over now” she says softly, kissing your temple and you melt under touch

“There’s something else” you confess after a few minutes and she pulls back

She tilts her head, fingers gently wiping the tears as they fall “What sweets? Someone mean to you because I’ll kick their arse, I’m smarter than the twins I can make them suffer worse than they could ever dream” she says and you let out a giggle, she was always so protective over you

Your smile fades as you speak “I failed the test” you frown, looking down unable to watch her reaction

“Oh sweets” she sighs but it doesn’t sound disappointed in you, she could never be disappointed by you “Look at me” her fingers move to raise your jaw, gently making you look at her

“Are you mad?”

She shakes her head “No of course not” she cups your cheeks “You tried really hard…” she starts, her voice soothing but your still in your own head

“Wasn’t good enough though” you mutter cutting her off “I’m not good enough” you scrunch up your face, feeling the tears coming again

She gives you a sad look “One test doesn’t define your worth” you nose scrunches again and her hands shift backwards on your cheeks “Listen to me, it doesn’t. Sometimes we have off days okay, one bad grade doesn’t make you any less of an utterly amazing human being…well utterly amazing…” she kisses your cheek “…beautiful…” she kisses your other cheek “…smart…” then your nose “…witch” and she finishes by pecking your lips

Your face softens at her words and kisses, lips tugging up “You don’t mind having a dumb girlfriend?” you pout

She tuts at you “You aren’t dumb” she says firmly “Smarts isn’t just how much you know, I’m book smart sure but with people I’m lost. You know I don’t actually hate quidditch, I just say I do because I lack the know how to understand it” she confesses

“Really?” you look at her surprised but your smile is growing, feeling lighter

She nods “Yeah, wizard chess too. Why do you think I’ve never played it? There’s no way in hell I’d live it down if Ron or Harry bet me” she exclaims and you both giggle

“My lips are sealed” you pretend to lock them

“Better be” she says playfully “My image would be ruined!” she says overdramatically, falling off your lap and onto the bed beside you

She smiles up at you, laying on her back, before beginning to giggle to herself while you watch her fondly. Not many people got to see this side of her, the giggly weird her she kept behind closed doors, doors even Harry and Ron had never fully opened, merely peeked inside

“You are so beautiful” the words fall from your mouth easily and she stops giggling, now smiling up at you, suddenly shy “Even prettier now” you flirt

“Stop” she whines, turning and burying her head into the covers

You giggle “Never love” you shift on the bed, laying on your stomach and peering at her, heart fluttering as she peaks her head out at you

“How did we go from me comforting you to you making me all…” she bites her lip

You smirk “Hot and bothered” you wiggle your eyebrows

Her eyes widen, hitting you playfully “You’re gonna kill me one day, seriously your...” she trails off seeing your cheeky look "okay...siriusly your gonna make me combust or something" she corrects

You laugh, shuffling closer to her “Maybe but before that day comes can I get a hug from my favourite person?” you ask, tugging one of her curls behind her ear slowly, soaking up the feeling of her soft skin

She closes her eyes briefly at your touch before opening her arms and letting you lay your head on her chest "Always" she kisses your hair, arms coming around protectively while yours wrap around her waist

“It’s gonna be okay” she says after a few seconds

"I know" You hold her that little bit tighter “I love you so much” you lean on your chin to look up with her “I hope tell you that enough”

She soothes your hair “You do, not just in words but in everything you do” she smiles down at you, eyes filled with love “And that’s one of the many reasons I love you sweets”

"You know" you lean up and kiss her lips "I may be a flirt but you've got me wrapped around your pretty little finger" you lace your hand with hers, thumb and forefinger fiddling with hers

"Do I now?" she says grinning "And should I use this new found knowledge for good..." she looks at you with a mischievous glint you loved more than anything "...or for evil!" she launches into a tickle attack, leaving you in fit of giggles until you eventually surrender with the promise of a kiss...maybe today wasn't so bad after all

Thank you for reading 💛

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first & last-kyojuro rengoku

(anime in gif:unknown)

tw:mentions of wedlock/prostitution

initial tags:pre-established relationship/reader background, kyojuro rengoku, female-reader, demon slayer:kimetsu no yaiba

genre:romance, fluff

story playlist:

meet me in amsterdam-rini

say yes to heaven-lana del rey

kingston-faye webster

this is how you fall in love-jeremy zucker ft. chelsea cutlerand

then, i found you-fcj

authors note:if you know me irl, no you don’t.

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From strangers-

As the harsh winter season slowly comes to its end, spring begins to tease the residents of home. A small village that seems to be ever growing, sat at the end of a mountainside. Such a place shelters a young woman of beauty and intelligence. A gentle, divine ray of pure femininity had blessed the small residence some time ago-quickly integrating herself snug into the hearts of many.

While (admittedly) not completely up to date with the latest of medical advances of the Taisho Era, she poses as one of the local doctors and lends aid where she can. Despite the minimal knowledge, Y/N has truly made a name for herself. She is up to date with every book she manages to get her hands on. Her cozy home slowly fills with notes, writings, and constant reminders of her achievement here.

Her desire to help others shadow over her own selfish cravings. Her selfless attitude is what charms most-

Oh how she makes it so easy to feel comfortable within her radiance.

Demons. That is the fear among us-

The thought of an attack places fear within the hearts of many, including Y/N

Nightfall falls quickly as Y/N loses herself in the local market. The fresh selection of various goods capture her attention, forgetting her own vow.

“Always be home before dusk”

To prevent any sudden attacks that could place her in harm's way, Y/N made a promise to herself to always be home before the sun goes down. Always the mindful woman-

“There are people still out, perhaps one late night will be alright”.-She thought.

Slowly, her shopping finally comes to an end as she decides to make the short journey home. She says goodbye and goodnight to all the familiar faces that pass her, however, her eyes trail to someone completely out of the ordinary.

Across the street of the marketside, a man who dawns the look of fire stands tall and attentive. The air grows thin as the crisp nightly breeze weaves through the crowd. This feels almost serene, he looks almost serene-She thought. While clearly attentive and cautious, he seems to make note of those that pass. Arms folded as they cover his chest, his gaze follows the bright lights and the many faces of the people who occupy such a village.

His uniform gives him away immediately. I’ve heard of the heroic tales of such slayers who defend the weak from deplorable acts of violence. Though, I’ve never met such a person-I never actually believed in their existence. However, I am grateful.

As if fate decided it was bored, my watchful eyes that admired him from a distance, now meets with his.

An audible gasp rolls off my delicate mouth. The sudden motion of him turning directly to meet my gaze catches me by complete surprise. With a quick breath, I catch myself and smile towards the man. His eyes quickly close as he passes along a soft smile in return. My cheeks begin to fill with warmth, a warmth I have yet to experience. How curious?

As begin to realize how I’d like to stay here in this soft moment with him, I quickly shake my head, subconsciously melting away my initial realization. My small hand slowly lifts in the cool air, sending a subtle wave to the man.

Our first hello, and first goodbye.

“Finally home!”

Her journey home isn't at all tiresome, and even if it was, she just feels lucky enough to have such a private abode to call her own. Located near the edge of the village, she hears travelers pass by quite often. Sometimes, she runs off into dreamland, thinking of all the places they’ve seen.

“What is it like to venture elsewhere?” “ What kind of people would I be able to meet?”

Endless thoughts of more fills her mind more than she’d like to admit.

As the hours pass, night settles entirely. Y/N is laying in bed. Her routine finished.

Another thing she would never admit is how much she truly cares for her well being. Growing up, she had very little. She practically raised herself. Born out of wedlock in the Red District, her mother did what she could for a time to her own disdain. Eventually, her mother gave her up entirely.

No one wants to pay for a service with a baby in the corner.

Her memories soon get sucked back into her own vault as she hears commotion just outside her home. Startled, she shoots up from her bed-

“What?”

A hushed whisper falls from her. Curious, she slowly makes her way outside her bedroom and towards her living area. A shadow grows as it casts itself against the walls. The bushes rustle loudly as I begin to feel on edge. Quietly, I make my way to my front door-

“Just a small peak-”

My eye connects mere centimeters from my peep hole and soon, I see a man. He is hunched over, holding onto whatever branch he can find while he slowly walks past my front yard.

“Oh my-It’s him!”

Within an instant, I unlock my front door and make my way down. I seemed to have caught his attention as he turns to the sound of my door opening.

“My lady! I’m sorry to disturb you this late! I will be gone shortly!”-He speaks as his voice cracks.

As I make my way towards him cautiously, I can see him clearly. I notice his uniform is now dirty, as he holds his side. Blood stains cover him as the pain in his voice suggests he has been injured.

“You’ve been injured! Please, allow me to help!”-My voice pleads with the man as I attempt to grab a firm hold onto his arm.

“That is not necessary! I could not forgive myself for allowing a civilian to lend wasted aid over my own mistake! However, fear not, the local threat has been eliminated.”

Threat? We had a threat nearby? I had no idea! Yet, my worry can now subside once again as he reassures me. While ignoring his dubious assumption of wasted aid, I wrap my arm under his and lean my frame against him offering some support.

“Please, save such words. Allow me to help you. I am a Doctor.”

Hesitantly, he looks at me and sighs with relief. It seems as if he has accepted my offer as we began to walk back into my home. Once entered, I make time to lock my door just in case, and signal for him to get comfortable on my sofa

“I will be right back! I’m going to grab my first aid kit! Please sir, don't move too much!”-My voice echos a sense of urgency as I make my way to my kitchen and grab all that I may need to patch him.

As I return to his side, he leans back into my sofa seemingly exhausted. He must be truly tired, especially after a battle. I feel my heart begin to ache as I look at his figure. His eyes are closed and for a moment, I sense a wave of peace settling over us. Softly, I speak once again

“U-Uhm…sir? I see where you're bleeding the most. May I take hold of your arm?”

He simply nods, keeping his eyes closed. He lifts his arm out towards me all while ruffling his sleeve up. Just as I thought, a long scratch trails up his forearm. It isn't deep at all, which is a great sign, he won't need stitches!

“The good news is sir, this isn't a deep cut! This just needs a simple clean and a wrap! I will start now-”

As I prep my kit and all that I need, his body shifts forward. Gently, his other arm raises as his hand reaches out for mine. All at once, my heart begins to race as I feel my body flush with the same warmth I felt before. His inviting eyes find mine, and almost fondly, he whispers-

“My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. I am The Flame Hashira, and I thank you immensely, my lady!”

Our first introduction, and first glimpse into something more.

To Friends-

Spring blossoms beautifully as it illuminates the chance to start all over again. The small village had found its footing once more as the month of April sets the tone for many to feel refreshed. As if her days are made up like a routine, the treasured beauty begins to relish in what she has. Although, something is different. This spring, she has decided to open her heart to unknown adventures. Come what may, there is no denying her character has slightly changed. All thanks to a certain someone that has caught her attention effortlessly.

“Kyojuro! Please stop that! I need to focus!”-My lips slowly curve into a small frown.

Here we are, sitting alongside the mountain streams. He hasn't been able to stop fidgeting since we got here, so naturally, he bugs me. His laugh fills my ears as they perk up over such a joyful sound. I can't take him seriously-

“See?! Look! Now my papers are flying off!”-I giggle softly as I scoff at the prospect of having to get up and chase them down.

“Oh come on little flame! I’m bored!”-He whines as we both get up from our spot.

“Little flame." Huh?-I thought. The nickname came suddenly. One day these words slipped from his lips. He turned as red as a tomato, as if he had committed such a heinous act. To our surprise, I felt more than welcomed to the idea of being a “little flame”. It felt good to be noticed in such a way that I am deserving of a pet name. Though, I never truly understood why-

Soon, we’re both chasing down my notes that flutter through the quick breeze. Banter ensues as our laughter grows louder. Everything we do, always seems to end in sync. It’s *refreshing-

“Well you were the one that wanted to tag along! I told you what I intended on doing!”-I speak honestly as I grab a few papers that fell snug into the tall grass.

He pouts as he collects what he can, sticking his tongue out at me teasingly. A brief pause resets us before he continues.

“Yeah yeah! I know! I just don't know why you need to study so hard? Shinobu practically gave you the job! Plus, she already adores you!”-He whines as I roll my eyes slightly.

Sitting back down at our spot, I begin to reorganize my paperwork. Since our first meeting, Kyojuro has made it a point to repay me for that night. I’ve told him countless times that he truly didn't need to. Although, after that, he made it a routine to visit my village at least once a week. I still don't know how he did not get in trouble! Some days he would leave his duty early! This was months ago now! I never would have expected us to grow so close in such a short amount of time.

“I still want to impress her, you know!”-I giggle softly as I place my paperwork neatly in my tote bag.

“Oh! That’s right! The cherry blossom festival comes back to town tonight! Are you both still planning on coming?”-I can't help but put my excitement on full display. I never used to like going to such events, mainly because I never had anyone to go with. But, this new season is different.

“We all wouldn't miss it for the world!”-He says gently.

If I knew better, I would be able to pick up on the subtle shift of atmosphere between us. If I knew better, I would be able to see the glimmer in his eyes, the shine. If I knew better, perhaps we wouldn't have to dance around each other much longer.

The Hashira. A group made up of nine brave and dedicated souls. Those that know of their existence owe a great deal to such bravery. Naturally, Y/N being the loud mouth she is, she tells the village of their arrival tonight. During the weeks that passed, she had mentioned in passing to a few people that she will be inviting a few ‘special guests’. Of course, the villagers are not blind, they’ve seen *his* frequent visits since the winter. Whispers of young love fill the streets as most are simply thrilled by her happiness. Though, no one dares tease the pair, at least not yet.

The villagers move around quickly, preparing everything that was left to the very last minute (large families seem to do this often). Chatter begins to fill the air as dim street lights guide the path to the market side. Vendors have set up booths of games for the children and drinks for the adults. And, of course, the food-

“He’s such a foodie! He’ll have a blast!”-Y/N laughs to herself as she walks towards the lights. Her attire matches the events of this evening. While getting ready for the night, Y/N felt that this would be the perfect occasion to ditch her usual yukata. A pale pink silk kimono holds her frame perfectly, while her obi belt accentuates her femininity. Prints of blooming peonies compliment such a delicate beauty. Her hair clipped high with simple pins.

Everyone in the village takes note of her arrival. Even in a sea of people, it’s easy to spot such a kind soul. The whispers start once more-

“Wait till he sees her " "When do you think they’ll arrive?” “How long do you think they’ll remain oblivious?”

“Y/N!”-A soft voice calls out to me.

“Shinobu! Hi!”-My future mentor looks beautiful. The colors of her attire compliment her so well. I wave excitedly as we meet in the middle. Behind her, unfamiliar faces accompany her. I take note of each of their faces, smiling brightly as I begin to introduce myself.

“Y/N! You said we can invite who we want! So! Here we all are!”-As she giggles, she points to each of the faces. Giyuu, Gyomei, Tengen, and Mitsuri-

As she introduces them one by one, I can't help but notice the lack of title. Perhaps this is the first night in a long time where they can all truly feel normal. I smile fondly as I relish in such simplicity. I can't imagine sacrificing so much for the life they lead. I am grateful that my village can bring such relief. I bow slightly, offering a deal of my respect to them all.

“Oh! Where is-?”-As if on queue, a familiar booming voice calls from behind me. There he is, the man of the hour. He looks ever so charming. A simple brown yukata giving a sense of comfort to him, and in his hands he’s holding? Dango? Snickers and giggles can be heard from the group behind me.

“Really? You couldn't wait?”-Shinobu’s voice echos all our thoughts as he walks towards me.

“I got hungry! And the vendors were so nice! They said to eat! So-”

“So you bought, -Shinobu starts counting the comical amount of dango sticks in his hand-, 9 sticks?!”-Her voice rings with a hint of laughter as she tries to remain serious.

“A real foodie isn't he?!”-I said with a growing laugh.

He bumps my shoulder as he teases me playfully. The group and their laugh begins to fade as they start to walk up the strip.

“Want one?”-He offers as I oblige.

“Thank you Kyojuro!”-My voice soft as I take one of the sticks. Our fingertips touch ever so gently. Now walking side by side, I feel complete.

Faint rosy lips curve into a smile as violet eyes catch such a simple display of kindness. Shinobu is truly an observant woman.

A blanket of mystery begins to cast over the festivities. Small orbs of twinkling lights shine bright alongside the moon. The night illuminates those in the crowd. The friends, children, and lovers. Beauty is nurtured during the nightly hours.

Throughout the evening, glances between the two are stolen, only to be cut short so the other never uncovers the thievery. During all the events they all enjoy, Kyojuro and Y/N seem to be attached to the hip. From being each other's partner in a quick game, to sitting side by side while drinking. The oblivious behavior, while innocent, drives those around them crazy. How can they not see it?

A bell rings within the crowd. A man announces that the firework display will begin shortly. Mitsuri grabs the arms of Tengen and Giyuu as she runs off happily. Gyomei and Shinobu walk at each other's side trailing behind the three.

“Shall we?”-His hand extends towards mine.

“Please-”

*Placing my small, delicate hand in his fills my heart to the brim. His hand is calloused, yet the palm is gentle and soft. He works hard, so hard. I sometimes wonder more about his story. What more does he have to tell? Will I ever have the pleasure of learning more?

“Are you enjoying yourself little flame?”-He inquires as my thoughts are suddenly cut short. Anchored back in reality, I feel the gravity of where we are and how close we have become.

“Oh! Yes! This is my first festival out with friends. So, I want to thank you all for coming!”

No. I want to thank you for bringing me out of my shell. For making me feel wanted.

His hands squeezed mine before letting go. He takes a moment to sit upon the grass, signaling for me to join him. With a smile, I do just that.

The Hashira are all nearby, watching the night sky patiently. Mitsuri goes on and on about how this night would be better for her if she had a boyfriend. Fitting for the Love Hashira. Everyone else seems to be interested in what the village folk have to offer. Giyuu looking at a certain vendor’s wind chimes. Tengen makes his way to Mitsuri, adding to the conversation of love. “Wives”. Wait. Wives? My eyes go wide as I listen in. Kyojuro takes notice and simply laughs at the exchange.

“So, polyamory? That’s interesting! Though I must say, I would probably find it hard to share. Then again, this is under the assumption that a man would be foolish enough to get wrapped up with me.”-Bits of my insecurity bubbles to the surface. Pouring from my mouth like venom. Perhaps it's the constant reminder of the lovers displaying such soft affection tonight. I envy such complicated simplicity.

I can hear the audible gasp Kyojuro lets out by my side, as if I’ve somehow offended his ancestry. A short pause is interrupted by his thoughts.

“Little flame -He starts slowly-, if I may? Your beauty is unmatched. An alluring charm follows in every movement you make. The words you speak melt those that listen like honey. You are stunning in every aspect of the word. Never sell yourself short.”

As he speaks tenderly, I find myself getting utterly lost in his aura. Not a hint of deception lay in his eyes. He is true. Soon after, my cheeks begin to flush. My heart, while still full, now bursts at the seams. This overwhelming sense of admiration he displays almost makes my heart ache. Our eyes meet as my words fail me. I’m left speechless. For once in my life, I have nothing more to say. However, I am confident my own gaze speaks a thousand words. A part of me cries out-

”Let this reflection reach his heart”

The boom of fireworks igniting in the sky fails to tear them away from each other. And like before, the ever so keenly observant woman smiles.

They’re first realization, and first look of love.

To Lovers-

“You know, you should tell her!”-Her teasing voice echoes through the halls of the Butterfly Estate.

Today is the day. Y/N is moving in temporarily to mentor under Shinobu. Shinobu was impressed the second she heard Kyojuro’s story of her tender care on such a harsh night. While not grave, he was still injured, and she had done such a wonderful job in lending aid. Shinobu has extensive knowledge of medicine. She works diligently to ensure the survival and health of her fellow comrades. If not for the circumstances, her dream would be simple. To be a doctor.

“Tell who, what exactly?”-Kyojuro comes in with a few boxes all while playing the fool.

“Uhm, Y/N? Oh come on! How much longer will this loose act continue? Just admit it. You like her!”

Kyojuro stumbles as he begins to flush, the boxes once in his hand, now toppled over themselves. Disorganized, he attempts to fix his mess

“H-Hey! What are you talking about? Shinobu? Don’t you think that's out of line to say about my friend?”

“Yeah, yeah! All I’m advising is that you tell her the truth. She deserves that. Plus, it’s not like you can hide for much longer! Considering, she’ll be around us more and more!”-She states honestly.

Shinobu kneels down to meet Kyojuro and continues.

“You have a chance to make something of this life. To feel what the rest of us only wish to have. Take it from me. Don’t keep her waiting.”-She speaks from her heart. A rarity in such a headstrong woman. Though, her voice lingers as if she's thinking of someone.

Kyojuro is left alone as she swiftly makes her exit. His thoughts are full as he takes everything she said into consideration. Could it be true?

His thoughts run wild as eventually, she makes her way to the forefront. Everything about her is ethereal. Yet, there's still so much to discover. This is what makes her so alluring to him. Her mind, body, and soul are as mysterious as undiscovered lands. And he wants to be the one that discovers every part of her.

As the evening quickly rolls, Y/N has finally arrived from her long journey. Most of what she wanted all fit inside her large backpack and tote. Although, a lot of what she will miss remains back home. She told all the local children to take good care of her garden, knowing full well they all just said yes to snoop around her home.

Upon reaching the Butterfly Estate, Y/N is greeted by four young girls. Three of them wear the same attire and represent a different color. “How adorable!”-She thought.

“Welcome Miss Y/N! May we take your bags?”-In perfect unison, the three girls take hold of my belongings as I now stand in front of the quiet young one. She has yet to say a word. Though her smile speaks for her. She dawned the uniform of a slayer, she must be Shinobu’s sister. She had mentioned she had an adoptive sister, could she be the one?*

“You’ve arrived safely! Wonderful! I was starting to worry due to the nightfall!”-Shinobu makes her way to the entrance as she speaks in relief.

“Oh! I arrived at the start of the Estate right as the sun went down! No need to worry now!”

She hums softly as she enters back inside, I follow behind as she leads me to what seems to be my bedroom.

“I’ve decided to give you a tour of the Estate grounds in the morning! You must be tired from such a long day! The girls will unpack your belongings if you choose to unwind now!”-She says

Shinobu is such a caring soul, though, a part of me feels as if she’s hiding a great deal of emotion. While she is my mentor, I still see her as a friend. I truly hope she is alright.

“Thank you Shinobu! I appreciate the hospitality!”-I bow slightly as a sign of respect for the lady of the Estate. As I lift myself up, she excuses herself reiterating the start of an early morning. I let out a short breath of relief as I made my way inside my new space.

As the time ticks by, I can't help but wonder about him. It's been about two weeks since the festival. We never ended on a sour note, quite the opposite actually. At least, for me. His words still echo in my mind. I’ve never been complimented so tenderly before. His words have really inched closer and closer to the center of my heart. The prospect of romance has yet to cross my mind this extensively. However, when thinking of him, I feel pure clarity.

The words and emotions stirred within romance novels do not come close to the intensity I felt that night. Such a memory quickly became a core. “I will never stop falling in love with you”-

The feeling of slumber soon takes over my body. As I attempt to drift off, a part of me seems to never let go of my own thoughts. With my mind seemingly running off, I fail to relax. Slowly, I rise from bed and begin to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. A simple and traditional bedroom. Four walls, a roof, and patented floor. A single glow by a candle illuminates my bedside as the open window teases the flame.

I remember vividly wanting nothing more than time for a new adventure. When I think of just that, I picture him beside me. I want to see him again. Two weeks without his presence admittedly, tortured me. I never once thought as to why I felt that way. It seems I’ve truly become smitten with a man that my heart yearns for.

“Yes, I admit it. I will never stop falling in love with you.”-My voice just above a whisper as I begin to feel my body react to such a confession. Without thinking, I get up from bed and begin to roam through a long hall with many rooms. As a traditional home, the faint light from the moon pours into every opening. Reaching the end, the door to what seems to be the back garden is slightly open. Cautiously, my hand reaches out to slowly slide the door, revealing a perfect moment of pure serenity. The moon illuminates a short white stone pathway. Fences stand tall with shrubs and bushes that line up along the wood. Strangely, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust under the night sky. Once done, a small gasp falls from my lips. To my surprise, he is sitting on a garden bench with his back faced towards me. My hands that go limp at my side, grabs hold of my nightly attire. I clench the soft fabric as my heart begins to race. Standing tall, I dare not make any sudden movements, wanting to keep my calm. But of course, as Hashira, he senses someone watching-

“Good evening, I’m sorry to have disturbed you”-He speaks without turning. His voice is calm with a hint of nervousness.

I take a short breath before grabbing hold of my own nerves. My voice shakes slightly as I speak.

“No bother at all, Kyojuro.”-I speak his name out loud for the first time in two weeks. While he entered my mind in passing, and others around asked me of his whereabouts, I did my best to respect his name and give him space. But tonight, I find myself wanting to be selfish. I missed his presence, that much I will admit for now.

“Ah I see. That's good! It is quite late…”-His voice lingers before catching himself once more.

“Would you care to join me little flame?”

There it is. I smile fondly as my gaze softens looking at his back.

“I would love to.”-My frame follows the path leading right to him. With every step I can hear my heartbeat grow louder within my ear drums. My hands begin to clam up as I feel a sense of nervousness wash over me. In what felt like an instant, I am now sitting by his side.

For a moment, we sit in a peaceful silence under the calm night sky. Stars have grown impressively bright alongside the moon. As the breeze picks up gently, the sounds of trees and brush rustling eases my nerves. Critters of the night setting the pace. If not for his warmth emitting to my side, I could truly lose myself in such serenity.

“Isn't the moon lovely?”

My heart stops for just a second before picking back up rapidly. He’s looking to the sky above. A soft smile and faint blush dawns his captivating face. His eyes never leave the luminous glow of the moon. My eyes shimmer as I react similarly. My cheeks grow warmer as I blush. My plump lips slowly curve into a loving smile. As my chest rises and falls at a steady pace, I exhale-

"That is true, isn’t it?"

As if fate decided it’s had enough of this dance, our hands fall to our sides. Inch by inch, our warmth soon becomes one as our hands intertwine. Instinctively, my head rests on his shoulder firmly. He squeezes my hand in reassurance.

Not another word was spoken for quite some time, as it wasn't necessary. Our blossoming love spoke volumes.

They’re first, and last love.

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authors end note:kyojuro rengoku, my only love. i hope i did him justice in your eyes. also, i love shinobu. i had to include my main girl somehow! i really feel reader, kyojuro, & shinobu are all really good friends! i also firmly believe eventually, kyojuro & reader do what they can to help shinobu confess her love for giyuu like how she did them. it's canon in my mind (delulu for fun). anywho-this is my first time back on the saddle in a very long time! so please-comments, questions, and concerns, are always welcomed!

word count:4999-5 (we round up that one to make me look cooler!)

many thank! -babbi₊˚⊹♡

-07/29/23

#anime and manga #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hashira #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kny x reader #reader insert #female reader #babbiweebwrites

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Black Pirates | Seven

Modern era robin hood ATEEZ X Undercover spy fem OC

ship : ??? X OC

Genre : slowburn, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers

Synopsis : "The world may be unfair but it does not stop us from changing our own fate." Kang Sohyun tries to investigate a group of bandits who are causing havoc in all of Korea. As she gets into close contact with them, her view of them slowly starts to change. "Why do people even hate you?" "If we worried about what people thought of us, we would've all been in a slump of despair by now."

Warnings : mention of weapons, physical violence, swearing

A/n : If anyone wants to be added to the taglist let me know !

Masterlist , Prologue , Chapter one , Chapter two , Chapter three , Chapter four , Chapter five , Chapter six

CHAPTER 7

The man successfully picked up the gun from the ground and managed to elbow Sohyun on the side of her face. The impact made her fall to the ground with a painful gasp.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?"

The words didn't even register in Sohyun's head, as she was trying to make sense of the situation. She slowly removed the mask from her face and lifted her head towards Jongho.

"Sohyun?" His eyes widened as he hastily threw his gun to help her get up.

The two best friends stared at each other not knowing how to react. Their heads tried to sift through years and years of memories in order to find something, anything, that might've been a give away for what they had to witness right at that moment. Their hearts heavy, at the prospect of possible enmity.

Moreover, both Sohyun and Jongho couldn’t help but feel conflicted due to the bizarre turn of events as they always tried their best to conceal their identity from the public eye – including each other. So, they didn’t know which emotion was more prevalent: betrayal or guilt.

Jongho glanced at his hands and back at Sohyun, slowly registering the fact that he hit and tried to choke his very own best friend, albeit unknowingly. The guilt was seeping into his system, along with the thought that he broke the promise he made to himself – a promise of always protecting Sohyun from harm and never hurting her in any way.

Sohyun however, was trying to figure out why Jongho of all people would feel the need to join the Black Pirates, not to mention that he also had a huge bounty on his head because of it.

Jongho was about to open his mouth to say something when a loud thud resonated in the room.

"Rocky? Are you in there?" It was the voice of a man standing on the other side of the door.

Jongho flinched at the voice and started looking around with a panic-stricken gaze when his eyes landed on the window at the left corner of the room.

He went near the window and opened it.

Despite having numerous questions that he wanted the answers to, Jongho knew there was no time for an interrogation. The boy figured that it was probably wrong of him to help Sohyun in a situation like this when she was clearly an enemy, but his conscience told him that she was still trustworthy. The years they spent together couldn’t let his faith in her to shatter so easily. It might be his downfall, but Jongho did not care at that moment.

“Wear your mask and take your stuff. Jump out the window and get the hell out of here."

Sohyun kept looking at him warily, not moving an inch.

Jongho let out an exasperated sigh and tried to word himself correctly.

"Sohyun-ah, listen to me. There’s no point in fighting right now. My team member is outside this room, so please run.”

“I’m not stupid enough to fall for your traps, Jongho. Did you really think I’d trust you after knowing who you are? Letting me go like this will only help you and whoever your teammate is to easily capture me without a fight. You really thought I wouldn’t know that?”

"Do you have any other choice right now? I'm not even addressing the fact that you're a bloody spy and you can easily blow my cover to the world. Maybe, I still have that speck of trust in you that tells me you wouldn't do it. So why can't you trust me to save your ass?"

“Because I don’t understand why you would want to save me! I betrayed you as much as you did. I have no reason to hide your identity, now that I know you’re a part of the Black Pirates. The same Black Pirates that you acted to be oh so wary of.”

“Okay, go ahead and reveal my identity. It’s not like we won’t be able to wipe the data from any fucking system. It wouldn’t make any difference, Sohyun-ah. However, if you don’t run away this instant, my partner out there might catch you and I won’t be able to do anything to save you. So get the fuck out before he senses you.”

Sohyun, though wary and hesitant, put her mask back on and picked her bag up. She went near the window and outstretched her palm towards Jongho, confusing him.

"Give me my gun, 'Rocky' "

The guy immediately placed the gun he had in her hands without hesitation.

Sohyun knew that everything about the encounter was very wrong. Even though she was shocked to see Jongho as a member of the Black Pirates, she knew that it was a possibility nonetheless; as no one actually knew who to suspect due to their commendable undercover skills.

What threw her off was the fact that Jongho still chose her well-being and safety over his teammates and it did not sit right with her. She needed him to know that she was his opponent and he couldn’t be this comfortable with her anymore, as she will undoubtedly become a target to his teammates. If not now, then in the future.

Sohyun after much thought, aimed the gun at Jongho’s head.

“To be very honest, I thought you would put up a fight and try to capture me for your team, Jongho-yah. I mean, I am a spy who’s working for people that want you dead, afterall. I have every right and reason to shoot you right here, right now and put you behind bars. But, I’ll refrain myself from doing that for the time being, as you already know that I still need to find out your motive.” She then twirled the gun on her index finger. “Can’t really tell what measures I’d have to take the next time we meet under these circumstances, because I definitely won’t be alone then.”

“I really can’t recognise you right now Sohyun-ah. Whatever business I am involved in has never concerned you, nor have I ever wanted to hurt you.”

“It was the same for me too, Jongho-yah. However, you've just become my business by being a part of the Black Pirates. I can't guarantee you that I won’t hurt you if I need to do so.”

Jongho stared at Sohyun. He wanted to say something equally rude and threatening to her as well, but he couldn't. He eyed her one last time before averting his gaze. He glanced out of the window to watch out for any guards who might be patrolling the area.

Sohyun could see the hurt in his eyes, but she had to make it clear to him. Of course, she wasn’t planning on revealing anything about Jongho’s identity. However, she feared that she would have to continue chasing after them for more intel and also to find out why they did what they did. It would be very hard to avoid Jongho in future missions and him being considerate to her would only make the situation harder for them.

"Do the guards know you're here?" Jongho suddenly asked while Sohyun was fixing her holster and slinging her bag on her shoulders.

"Nope, I snuck in. Just like you and your partner."

He nodded at that and prompted Sohyun to leave.

The girl swiftly jumped over the window sill and landed on the grass outside the museum.

“Even if I’m running away today, don’t give yourself the privilege of thinking that I won’t come for you and your team again. See you later, Jongho.”

With that, Sohyun sprinted towards the bush where her car was parked.

Meanwhile, Jongho let out a disappointed sigh and wore his mask. He then opened the door to the room, spotting his partner peeking his head into some other area.

"Rocky! What took you so long?" Asked the man.

"I ran into the spy there. We fought each other for a bit, but the person managed to escape through the window." Jongho lied.

"Oh really? It's pretty unlikely for you to lose in a fight though. How did they manage to escape your grip?" The man inquired.

"Whoever it was, had very good combat skills by the way. I didn't lose on purpose. Anyways, we should head out. It's already late."

"We should. I have to tell Fixon to dig for the intruder we encountered today. We can't let them get away so easily."

Next chapter

Tags : @wooyoos @jwnghyuns @starillusion13

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tiredinwinter · 2 years

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All I want is a waltz…

A/N: Hi guys, this is my debut of contributing something to the fandom and I hope you like it <3

It’s soft, it's sweet and I’m slightly nervous to put it out here. Please come say hi and tell me what you think!! I’d love to make new friends in this fandom!!

My inspiration/gif source

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Harry/(Y/N), any era

Tags: dancing, ballet, fluff, just softness and comfort

Summary: (Y/N) picks up ballet as a hobby again and gets really excited about it. Harry is being the supportive and soft boyfriend and makes a dream come true.

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Harry is all nestled up on the couch when he hears the front door fall closed. “I’m baaaack”, He hears her shout down the hall, followed up by some rustling and shuffling. He sets his book down and looks up the hallway with anticipation, hoping to get a glimpse of his girlfriend. “How did it go, love?” he asks, curious to see her reaction. “Ahhh it was so much fun”, (Y/N) giddily hops down the hallway towards the big couch. “I did a double pirouette! And then we started working on a new waltz combination that was absolutely gorgeous!” Her eyes are sparkling as she talks and Harry can’t help himself but smile. Completely absorbed in her thoughts she puts her pointer finger on her lower lip. “I am still not friends with doing ronde de jambes but maybe I’ll get there.” Then she leans in closer to him. “I used to skip them in the online classes all the time but there’s really no way around them, when your teacher is watching you like a hawk.”, she says in a hushed voice just to break out in giggles a moment later. Harry silently smirks up to her and gives her a peck on the cheek, still enjoying the show of giddy rambles.

“But really Harry, I am so thrilled about that new combination”, (Y/N) grabs his hands and gives them a firm squeeze. “I’ve been listening to waltzes the entire drive home. It will never leave my mind, I hope we will continue to work on it next week” she sighs dreamily, pulling up Harry's hands to cover her reddened cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed class, petal. You were so hyped when you left the house and now look at you, you're glowing.”

Harry has always been a very supportive boyfriend but seeing how much joy the classes she took brought to (Y/N), they gradually became a highlight of his week as well. It’s just so sweet to see her reaction once she has made her way back home or even how she acts during the entire day with the promise of a ballet class at night. Ever since (Y/N) picked up ballet again, the whole atmosphere in the apartment changes each tuesday. As the anticipation towards class grew, classical music blasts through the speakers and there is no such thing as walking anymore. Whatever she does, wherever she goes, (Y/N) is dancing along to the music. Harry finds it very endearing to watch her move so gracefully through the entire apartment. If he had known that ballet brought her this much fun, he would’ve encouraged (Y/N) earlier to pick up her old hobby again.

Ballet classes for adults were a rarity from the small town (Y/N) lived in before. She quit ballet in her late teens back then and it hadn’t crossed her mind to go searching for studios nearby as they moved together. The whole act of moving, the beginning of her new semester at university and Harry trying to wrap up his album were overwhelming on it’s own. But some nights it was just too much for her, she felt like there was a lot of planning going on, always keeping her mind busy and leaving her with so much physical energy left in her. She needed some sort of hobby to find some balance. Something to go out of the house for. Something that’ll keep her mind from buzzing and her body from getting jittery at night when she’s trying to wind down from the day.

“Yes, that studio really is a dream come true, everythings perfect there and the people are sooo nice”, with a kiss on each back of Harry's hands she lets them go and walks away from the couch. “I’ll be right back. I need to shower now, I’m unbearably sweaty”, (Y/N) laughs as she walks over to the bathroom and leaves Harry on the couch with his book.

Harry is so submerged in his book that he doesn’t even notice (Y/N) sneaking back in the room until she hugs him over the back of the couch, nuzzling into his neck. “I know that dancing is something you really enjoy”, he hears her say. Harry’s ears perk up and he begins to smirk. Let’s see where this goes, he thinks and already has an idea of what might be on her mind. “That I do, love”, is all he says, looking at her. She just came out of the shower, only wearing panties and a big t-shirt, stray, wet locks of hair dangling down on Harry's shoulders as she is leaning close. “Sooooooo…”, she fondles the collar of Harry’s t-shirt to keep her hands occupied. “I was wondering, if maybe we could dance together?” He looks over to her and sees a shy look on her face. (Y/N) rolls herself over the back of the couch to let herself fall overdramatically in the lap of her boyfriend, arms flopped over her head, gesturing as she talks. “When I see you dance, it’s mostly that little happy dance, or on stage with Pauli that best friend dance. And it's sweet and I love it so much but I was actually wondering if we could dance a waltz together..?” Her shoulders rise and she squints her eyes with a faithful smile towards him, now fondling with the hem of her own T-shirt, waiting slightly insecure for a response. Harry chuckles lightly and is already all in, but (Y/N) continues: “I know, I know, here we go again with the waltz, but hear me out. I have always dreamed of dancing a pas de deux in ballet or even a normal waltz with a partner. But we never had enough boys at our little ballet school back then and…”, (Y/N) lets out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know, that class just brought that dream up and it’s all I can think of right now.” (Y/N) rambles through her sentences and ends in a pout. Harry leans down to kiss her. “I’d love to dance a waltz with you,” Harry says fondly. With those words out, there is no holding back anymore for her, as she pulls Harry down for another sloppy kiss. It’s messy and sweet and her hands frame Harry’s face and hold on to him tight. The kiss ends in giggles and (Y/N) jumps up to get things ready. She pulls up her phone to look up one of her favorite songs and connects it to the audio system they have in the living room. Harry slowly walks over to her, to see how things are gonna take place. He might have done the Treat People with Kindness Choreography, quite a bit of dancing in his time with OneDirection and the casual ballroom or slow dance at weddings and family gatherings. But it’s all a bit rusty and he deeply hopes for some guidance, glancing over to his girlfriend. (Y/N) is completely taken in by her search for the perfect song and is unaware of being watched. She looks so soft in the dim light of the living room, her hair lies on her shoulders, slowly scrunching up in precious curls he loves so much.

“Okay this is the one I had in mind, might not be the most classical piece, but it’s slow enough for us to figure this out”, she says, putting her phone next to the speakers, turning towards him “It’s been some time, right? Do you want me to explain the basic step pattern?”she asks as she walks over to him. Harry gladly accepts the offer with a nod. “Okay, no worries! You need to start with the right foot forward, then with the left foot you go to the side and the right foot closes next to it. After that the left foot goes back, right goes to the side and left closes,” she says, standing next to Harry, so he can look at her feet, as she demonstrates his steps. “We could just start with that, and then we’ll just see how it goes. Is that okay?”, she asks with a soft smile on her lips and her head tilted to the side just slightly. It’s clearly visible how much she is looking forward to this and Harry starts getting excited as well, just from the happiness of (Y/N). She is like a little sun, the emotions radiating off of her and Harry happily soaks it up as much as he can. Another kiss to his lips and she walks over to press play.

The first few notes from the song fill the living room and (Y/N) makes slow strides with elongated legs, bending her knees softly once her feet touch the ground. She reaches for Harry’s hand who doesn’t hesitate to pull her closer once she’s near enough. His other hand finds its place in between her shoulder blades with her arm draped on top of his, while she holds onto his shoulder.

They slowly take their first steps, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song playing. After a while Harry feels comfortable looking up and not worrying about stepping on (Y/N)’s toes, he is greeted with the heart shaped eyes of his girlfriend. She seems unbearably lost in the moment, only has eyes for him and as he slowly adds a turn to each of his steps, which lets their basic step move them around the living room in a circle. “Thank you H. Thanks so much for doing this with me”, she whispers in a small voice. A soft gaze still in her eyes, which Harry returns with just as much softness. “Anything for you. Love seeing you this happy.”, he returns softly, letting go of his hand on her back to twirl her on the next step. (Y/N) giggles as she is spun around the room.

They quickly fall into their self made dance routine, pick up on the ques of each other and find a pattern according to the music, varying some spins and turns in their basic step. When the peticularly picked song comes to an end and another waltz starts playing, Harry twirls (Y/N) round one more time to pull her closer to his body afterwards, shifting their waltz steps into a slow dance. “Love you so much, petal”, he mumbles as he presses kisses to her neck. A deep sigh comes from (Y/N) as she melts into his touch. “I love you more.”

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Hi again, I tried to break up the fic in little abstracts to make it easier to read. Hope it's an easy read, I have no clue what this will look like on mobile hahah

Please like and reblog if you enjoyed it would help me immensely to be less lonely here lol

#harry styles #my writing #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #ballet #dancing #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfic

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twwpress · 2 years

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Creator Spotlight #1: JessBakesCakes

Welcome to our first TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions as well as questions submitted by you. Thank you so much to the wonderful @jessbakescakes (ao3: https://tinyurl.com/m9evs4bs) for kicking us off this week!!

All answers are directly from Jess. Let’s give her a big round of applause and a lot of love for being our first featured creator! Questions under the cut:

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

like love in a drunken sky by thotsandfeelings: https://bit.ly/3pttb0F This is purely a vibes thing. It’s got COS era J/D all the way through parent J/D, and it’s really lovely.

nothing but the truth of my love by LookingForShadows: https://bit.ly/3QA2ROg I’m biased because this was written specifically because of a prompt I submitted, but it’s everything I could ever ask for in a future fic.

Dream of a Common Language by Nadera Furo: https://bit.ly/3CcIl1K This fic is beautifully written and it shows just how deep Josh and Donna’s connection is from the jump. One of my favorite fics of all time.

darling, so it goes (some things are meant to be) by mikaylawrites: https://bit.ly/3QKVT8E This is such a soft little AU that brings me joy every time it’s updated. J/D and pure happiness and fluff is just so fun for me.

i fall apart (and i thought i was so smart) by RoseyPoseyPie: https://bit.ly/3JYhhoZ This one has the angst and the fluff and everything in between. I think about some of these scenes every day. It was so fun to read this in real time.

2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of? (shout out to @sam-loves-seb/@sam_writes_fics for submitting a similar question!)

My favorite ship is Josh/Donna without question, so I’ll focus on other characters for variety’s sake to answer this. My favorite character to write aside from J/D is Abbey Bartlet. She’s chaotic but has a big heart and cares about all of her adopted children very deeply. Characters I’d like to write more of… Kate Harper, and Lou. I don’t think I’ve ever written Lou in a fic because I think her voice is a bit intimidating to nail but she would be so much fun. And I don’t think I’ve written Kate because she hasn’t come up but someday I would love to!

3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)

I usually write best shortly after I wake up, which is a bummer on work days. But on weekends and non-work days I vibe really well shortly after I get out of bed. I don’t have to have any specific food or beverage items, but I definitely can’t write on an empty stomach. I write best on my laptop, though I have dozens of weird notes in my notes app with one or two lines of dialogue I didn’t want to lose but ended up forgetting the context for. If I’m writing based on a song/episode, I watch/listen to the source material over and over until I start writing and then I need silence. I can write with general background noise, but too much is distracting!

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?

Just write. Honestly. If you get too caught up in whether it’s good or not, or worry about it too much, it sucks the fun out of it. I have a rule that I only read through something three times before posting it, or else I know I’ll never feel confident enough to post. If you need more support/aren’t sure, find a beta/friend who you vibe with and tell them up front what you need out of the arrangement. Do you need someone to build you up? Edit for spelling/grammar? Help get you out of a corner? Tell them that!

5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?)

It’s usually other ships on other shows, canon divergent stuff, or music for me. Or tropes. I love a good trope.

6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why? (shoutout to @sorkingirl for submitting a similar question!)

I have a usual answer for this but I think I’m going to go with just ‘cause i think of you in bed (don’t let it go to your head): https://bit.ly/3dqqYjF

This helped me break down some of my own baggage about sharing explicit writing and helped me grow (in a good way) as a writer. I think I’m proud of it for that reason, simply because of the growth.

7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of?

I have so many but honestly, soulmate AUs are the one I love to read for J/D. There’s something about the two of them finding each other in every universe/being tied to each other that’s so beautiful to me. As far as writing, marriage tropes. I’ve done a secret marriage and a green card marriage and I have at least two or three marriage ideas bopping around in my head at any given time.

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet?

More friendships/ensemble-type fics. I would love to include more characters I haven’t yet, and highlight some of the friendships in both the Bartlet/Santos administrations.

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?

Starbucks: Double chocolatey chip frappuccino

Dunkin’: Frozen hot chocolate

10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

I’ll tease an eventual Gaza canon divergent fic I’ve thought about a lot involving Sam, Donna, and Josh. And M/ @thefinestmuffins and I would love to have everyone hop on board J/D tropes fest! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Trope_Soup

Submitted questions:

From @thefinestmuffin: What is your favorite friendship between TWW characters? Do you have a favorite headcanon of this friendship?

This is so tough because the found family is so strong with this show and these characters are so close. I think one of my favorites that I would love to see more of is Josh and Kate Harper. The potential there was off the charts. My favorite headcanon of this friendship is that Josh and Donna take their kids to visit Aunt Kate and her house full of dogs, and this is how Josh and Donna end up with a dog of their own.

From @thefinestmuffin: When did you start writing (fanfic or otherwise)? And when did you start sharing your fanfiction (for other fandoms and for TWW)?

I’ve been writing since I was tiny. I used to write “books” as a kid. I started publishing my fanfiction in 2007 for Gilmore Girls (Luke/Lorelai all the way), and took a fandom break for a long time while I went to grad school. I published my first J/D fic in early 2021.

From @lemonylyman: What moment made you think “I should/could write about Josh and Donna”?

There wasn’t a specific moment for them, so much as I fell into a fandom rabbit hole. I finished the show, wanted to read fic again, and around the same time, someone commented on a fic of mine from a long time ago. I got the email notification, re-read my fic that I had no memory of writing, and thought “oh, hey, that’s decent, actually” so I started thinking about if I could write Josh and Donna. The moment I started to ship them was the “All the girls think you look really hot in this shirt” moment, but there wasn’t a specific moment where I thought “I’m going to write about these two”. I did know they had me with a buzz like my older fandom days, though, so I knew I had to participate in fandom in some way.

From @mlea7675: Who was the first fandom author you read?

Thotsandfeelings! I can’t remember for sure, but my first fic in TWW fandom was let’s give ‘em pumpkin to talk about: https://bit.ly/3A39uS9 or think I love you better now: https://bit.ly/3PuaUuM

The first one’s relevant with the new A League of Their Own series coming out, but the second one is just really lovely soft and sexy future fic. They were both out around the time I started reading, so I’m pretty sure it was one of the two of them.

From @s4mwilson: do you have an earlier fic you wish you could write again ?? have any tips that have made u a better writer ?? what's the most outlandish au you've ever considered writing ??

Earlier fic I wish I could write again: Ever Forward: https://bit.ly/3pp0RfE

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this fic, but I hadn’t fully firmed up my primary parent/stay-at-home Dad Josh HC yet. I just consider this a little AU of my actual post-series HC. If I could rewrite it I’d probably make the fourth inauguration day Sam’s.

Tips that made me a better writer: If you’re not sure about something you’re writing put <your general vibes/ideas/”insert more” in brackets or something similar> so you can find and replace and connect things later. Oftentimes, I realize that I don’t need a huge paragraph to connect two things, just a sentence or two. Also, get a beta/friend you trust or a text-to-speech app to read your fic out loud. That helps me get unstuck!

Outlandish AU I’ve ever considered writing: I have a bunch of AUs at any given point rolling around in my brain, but some of my most beloved are Teacher AU, Baseball AU, and Veterinarian AU.

From @flowersinapril_: when did you first come to the show?? tell me about ur watching experience? was it recommended did you find it on your own i wanna knooow

TWW was the last Sorkin show I watched. Before I watched it, I watched Sports Night, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, and most of The Newsroom. A friend of mine from another fandom tried to get me to watch TWW, and I watched through 1x04. At that time it wasn’t easily streamed, so I couldn’t find 1x05 (Which of course, is The Crackpots and these Women). Had I watched that episode I would have been hooked. But I gave up and never got around to it again. I’d heard it recommended a bunch and always meant to get back to it as streaming became more widely available. Then, I was quarantined in late 2020 and did nothing but watch the show from beginning to end in two weeks during my quarantine. It was such a wild experience!

Thanks again, Jess!!

It was truly an honor to have you be our first spotlighted creator!

If you’re interested in being featured for a future spotlight, please drop us a line here on tumblr, on twitter, or email [email protected].

xx,

What’s next?

#the west wing #tww #tww fandom #west wing #tww fic #tww author #author spotlight #creator spotlight #josh x donna #josh lyman #donna moss #cj cregg #kate harper #tww fic recs

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blisschi · 3 years

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Hi, can i request a zhongli x male reader angst to fluff hanahaki au where male reader was a God a long time ago who died to hanahaki because of zhongli and guizhong, but male reader is resurrected as a mortal and zhongli sees them again

Hey! I'm not completely sure if that is what you meant nonnie, but this idea was stuck in my head for a while now and I just had to write it! It's certainly not one of my best pieces but.. I hope you like it.. 💕

🌸In another life🌸

Pairing: Zhongli x Hanahaki! M! Reader

Warnings: Major Character Death, Angst to Fluff..? I think.. It's really bittersweet.

Notes: u_u ... I can't english

Zhongli turned his head towards the storyteller, who clearly caught his attention with the words that just left his mouth. Although for most people it was unknown, forgotten, Zhongli never forgot a single event in the story he started.

"Once upon a time, there was a young god who loved every creature in Tayvat."

He lowered the cup that he was holding, focusing his attention on the words of the story.

They always started out the same.

"The god that loved every creature in Tayvat, the same god that would offer everything to everyone by his love, lost life."

They always ended the same way.

Zhongli closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering the moment he met the young man with a smile on his face.

The man told him that he was visiting Liyue out of sheer curiosity, and that he was coming back to it out of curiosity as well.

"Do you think I could be any kind of a threat to you?" You laughed softly, turning your head towards your friend. Although you were a weak god and you were far from strong, somehow the Geo Archon decided to devote a moment of his attention to you. The moment that sprouted into feeling.

Morax smiled slightly and walked closer to you, gazing out at the sea of clouds.

"Things that are dangerous, not often have to look like a threat."

Just like love.

Love can be beautiful, but won't it turn into poison in the blink of an eye as soon as you lose control of it?

Like flowers, can delight with their amazing charm, when their roots must dig into the very center of the heart, almost breaking it.

"He taught him to understand."

"The young god introduced himself by the name [Y / N]. He befriended Rex Lapis, despite different views and observations." The storyteller continued.

Zhongli looked down at his cup, half full of tea. His mind was full of the thoughts he always chose to leave to himself. He thought that from the mortals, he probably would never hear this name again.

Morax sighed softly, smiling as you pulled his hand along the fields of flowers. He never really understood why you loved them so much, but he could accept that the time you spent with them made you feel relaxed.

"You have some really beautiful plants here, you know?" You laughed as you let go of his hand and ran to one of the trees, immediately sitting under it. The other male calmly approached you and watched as one of the butterflies sat on your finger.

Maybe it was your charm that all creatures loved so much? Until then, he was unable to answer this question. Why did he choose to protect you? Is it because he really thought you were a dear friend to him? Maybe it was because you seemed so vulnerable and weak, just making him feel pity.

You lifted your hand up, showing the creature to your friend. It's wings were golden that gleamed like the light of the setting sun.

"It's so small. but it was not afraid to sit on my finger.. just like I was not afraid to make contact with you, Morax." Glistening pupils looked at you now, taking their attention away from the butterfly. "If you wanted to, I would have been lying underground a long time ago. If you only thought that I was a threat.. ha.."

You laughed softly as you watched the butterfly fly away from your sight.

"You wouldn't hesitate to attack me, would you?"

"He taught him to look up to the future."

Sometimes being weak has its advantages. Not everyone sees you as their enemy, the stronger will usually ignore you, or offer help caused by feelings of pity. Pity over your existence and weakness.

Where do you see this land in a few hundred years, Morax? It was one of your first questions to him that he had to think seriously about. Of course, he cared about Liyue, but admittedly he never thought about what everything would look like in the future.

Will he still dominate these beautiful landscapes? Will he still be able to be called their Archon?

"He taught him to take care."

Zhongli smiled, closing his eyes. He would never have thought it would end this way. True, his life was not over, but the divine era certainly came to an end. People, although weak - will cope.

A soft laugh broke the silence in the room as you ran one hand through the god's hair. This was one of those days where you spent time together, without any worries. You gently braided Morax's hair, smiling to yourself.

"Maybe you should wear this hairstyle more often?" You asked, gently tangling some pieces of flowers into his hair. He just closed his eyes and relaxed in the feeling of your touch. Your hands always seemed extremely delicate. "No? The great god who rules over all Liyue doesn't have time to spend a few minutes making a hairstyle?"

"I didn't say anything." The man sighed and turned to face you. "Why should I worry about a trivial thing like my hair?"

You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head slightly, apparently surprised by his answer.

"Isn't it nicer to look at Liyue when everything is in its place?" You asked, getting up from the ground and placing both of your hands on his shoulders. "If you take care of every smallest element.. eventually these elements will fit together and create perfection.. No matter if it is the perfect weapon.. power.. or hairstyle.."

You were happy watching your friend become attached to more people. At first you enjoyed it, you thought you helped him open up to the world. On your journey together, you met a large number of amazing beings, but suddenly one goddess appeared that seemed to take the person dearest to you away.

"The young god taught him feelings that Rex Lapis did not understand before. He helped him open up to new things, to new people."

Zhongli gritted his teeth as he remembered the rest of the story. Even though you taught him so much, he still understood so little back then.

"[Y / N] had feelings for Morax stronger than to any other being. But it was not his will that made the love strong." The storyteller continued, drawing the attention of more people. "For one-sided love is the strongest. For one-sided love hurts the most."

Goddess of dust, beautiful and gentle, good-hearted and wise. She was a weak god, just like you, maybe that was why Morax had paid more attention to her back then? Maybe he forgot that in fact your strenght was nothing, but his presence near you. He spent every free moment with the goddess. You dreamt that he could give you more attention, but apparently it was not given to you.

You taught him so much and all he offered you was jealousy. Jealousy was eating you from the inside as you saw the goddess slowly pull Morax towards her. It hurt your heart when you had the opportunity to meet a man less and less. But you yourself didn't have the heart to stop it all, because you knew that this goddess meant well for him.

You understood that it was easy to fall in love with someone like him.

"The years passed, the gods drifted apart. The young god was helping Rex Lapis to understand the newer and newer feelings that the goddess had helped him to experience this time."

You understood that you are not the only one who deserves this feeling to be returned.

Zhongli shook his head and opened his eyes, staring at his reflection in the already cold tea. If he knew you thought so.. If he knew he was slowly breaking your heart while spending time with the goddess, it would have all ended differently.

Anyway, it never came out of his mouth that they were 'just friends', it never came out of his mouth that they were something more..

Zhongli clenched his fist, remembering your last moments with him. He remembered your tears, your painful, but smiling face.

"Over time, his feelings did not diminish, but bloomed like the flower buds that he admired so much on his first visit to Liyue. The feeling became unbearable, breaking his heart, hurting him, making him even weaker. The young god then wanted the feeling of love to become something alien to him. "

He remembered you asking him to tell you one of the old stories that he once told you at the beginning of your friendship.

"Why do you suddenly want to hear it? I must say, it's not one of the most interesting ones.."

You laughed quietly, but apart from the laughter, a choked cough escaped your mouth, which you tried to hide with all your might.

"It just.. this story really brings me good memories.. remember? You told it to me when we were sitting under the same tree.. years ago.."

Morax closed his eyes and leaned against the tree, staring up at the sky.

"Well then.."

Zhongli stared at his hands placed on the table in front of him. If he himself lost his life, would he be able to meet you again?

"It was their last meeting. The young god left after him nothing but flowers, which slowly choked him from the inside. Rex Lapis never lost the abilities he had received from his friend. Rex Lapis never forgot, he carried his feelings to the end. One can only hope that after the death of the God of Geo, the two met again."

"Master Zhongli, right?" A soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up at the person that called his name. "Can I sit here?"

A joyful smile on the face of a stranger, unusually similar to the smile of a young god who left this world many years ago. The same gaze, that looked at his face with love and affection.

Zhongli nodded slightly, not taking his eyes away from the face of the newly met person.

"I see you here a lot, so I figured I'd introduce myself!" The male laughed, painting a smile on Zhongli's face as he reached towards the consultant. "[Y/N]."

"Maybe in another life, they'll be happy together'."

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scintillasofbeomgyu · 3 years

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➷ a star called you — chapter 42: “big brain era”

pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. genre(s): fluff, band txt, college au, smau (this chapter is semi). wc: 1,1k. warning(s): food pictured; not proof read, typo in twt too lazy to change. disclaimer: NO i do not support idolxidol shipping! this is just for the purposes of the story. an: i'm gonna pull a cia and dip after this so don't hate me too much 😁

[06:11 pm] — “so what did you want to talk about?” you asked after shoving your phone into your pocket with a huff. taehyun was like a doting mother, which was rather ironic considering the way he always ruthlessly blunt with no remorse. you’d eventually concluded by the time you got to high school (and after incidental and intense exposure to japanese pop culture) that taehyun was simply, just tsundere.

subin caught the light chuckles slipping from your lips and stole glimpses at you from the corners of his eyes. you seemed comfortable, or atleast that’s what he was hoping for. the look in your eyes when he had arrived to pick you up from the store was still fresh in his mind: surprise mixed with the tiniest bit of anxiousness that you attempted to conceal with a smile. it was a god-sent that his sister made him babysit, otherwise, if he had been alone, he was sure you would have run away.

his hands tightened around the steering wheel and he sighed, “we’ll talk when we get there. it’ll only be a minute.”

you kept your eyes on the passing buildings outside. the sun had just tucked itself beyond the mountains and night fall was quickly decending upon the city. the sinage of the stores lining the street were beginning to flicker on and the pavements were beginning to fill up with those coming from work, from school, and those heading out with or to friends and family.

the temperature was starting to drop, so you rolled up the window and glanced toward yina, subin’s niece, in the backseat. she was fast asleep, features relaxed peacefully, worn out from all the excitment, the sight making you smile fondly. if it weren’t for her, you couldn’t imagine what would have happened. despite reassuring your friends and taehyun that everything was okay and that you were fine, truthfully, being with subin made you feel uneasy.

the car turned, rolling down an incline and into the underground parking lot of a building. when the realization that it could only be Alice that you had arrived at, adrenline pumped through your veins and the edges of your lips tugged into a huge grin. this feeling chases away any worries and concerns plaguing your mind, to make room for but one nearing reality: you were going to see beomgyu.

the minute subin turned off the engine you would have charged for the elevator you’d been eyeing like a bird of prey, if it were not for the fact that he kept the car doors locked. you fiddled with the handle before snapping your head in his direction with a peeved pout.

his laughter echoed off the walls in the parking lot, “we still have to talk, silly.”

“o-oh, right,” you blushed, slowly reclining back to the leather of the seat and hoping it would swallow you whole.

subin prayed the overhead lights didn’t show the begrudging expression forcing it’s way into his face no matter how hard he tried to remain unstirred. did he ever make you feel this way? he didn’t know whether to believe he did or didn’t was better, either theory made him upset.

“i wanted to aplogize,” he started, gulping before he continued, “for what happened in the past. i was really immature. a-and stupid,” he frowned at the steering wheel, his breath becoming unsteady, “i didn’t deserve you— i still don’t. you opened up to me and told me things, things that take alot of courage to share, and i threw all of that back in your face. i was insecure because to me you were someone... perfect. i didn’t think i was good enough and yet i had the audacity to act like i was”

you nodded along as he spoke, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing. he went quiet for a moment, before he turned to face you fully, the leather beneath him squeaking, “i know i don’t have the right to say this, but i still love you. the parts that are the same and those that have changed. through all these years, i guess i didn’t think about it because i just thought i’d never see you again. but when i saw you again... i didn’t want to let you go.”

teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you squeezed your eyes shut and sighed, “subin...”

“i-i’m not finished,” he frowned. he hestitated, then put a hand on your shoulder, “i was a really bad boyfriend, but i didn’t break up with you because of... you. my mom—”

“i know,” you smiled, genuinely, placing a hand over his before removing it from it’s place. you still couldn’t believe you weren’t guilty, “it’s okay. i was really foolish too. you only did what you did because i wasn’t considerate enough of the way you felt.”

subin’s frown deepened and he clenched his fists. he might not have been the only one who made you this way, but the fact that he contributed at all frustrated him.

“yn, no, you—”

“let’s go before we miss him, yeah?” you patted his shoulder before stepping out of the vehicle. subin groaned internally. he felt like he hadn’t made any progress. after running his fingers through his hair a few times, and making sure he didn’t wake yina, he stepped out of the car.

he was in the middle of locking the car, when he found you frozen in your tracks. he arched a brow, walking toward you and tapping your shoulder. you didn’t even flinch. he followed your eyes to the scene infront of the glass doors to the company.

ryujin skipped out with her arm hooked into beomgyu’s and her head resting on his shoulder as they both shook with laughter. a black van pulled up that subin assumed had come to pick her up, and beomgyu pulled away from her, patting her head with a smile. in the middle of their parting conversation, ryujin reached up and brushed some of the hair from his face. subin’s eyes widened and he could feel your shoulders shake.

subin looked back to them just as ryujin got into the van, but she paused, leaning back to look him dead in the eye. she waved, mouthing, thanks for the recommendation.

beomgyu followed ryujin’s eyes and scowled finding subin standing there. he waved goodbye as she left and walked over to him with his hands in his pockets. subin panicked, looking around him, but you vanished.

“fancy seeing you here,” beomgyu squinted into his car and grinned, “new partner? ready to leave yn alone now?”

subin gave his shoulder a hard shove, “keep acting so friendly with other people and you’ll find out.”

yn and their friends run the campus radio for which yn is the host of the evening show "dear sputnik", where they share stories and hope to create a healing space for all students— even though many don't listen to it. little does yn know, their biggest fan, angel313, is choi beomgyu— the boy they've silently had a crush on for the past four years.

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juniorgman187 · 3 years

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About Time (Reid Fic)

Summary: Reader’s offer to help Morgan renovate one of his properties makes Spencer jealous enough to confess what he never could before.

A/N: I try to avoid specific Reid eras in my works so that it can be up to you how you imagine him, but please just imagine seasons 1 or 2 Spencer - I’m telling you it’ll make the experience richer. Also, I might improve this fic in the near future bc I’m not entirely happy with it. Category: Drabble, Fluff Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: None Word Count: 2.5k Playlist: Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　

Clink … Clink … Clink …

The repetitive noise was barely discernible at first, then it became all that I could focus on.

In an attempt to find the source, I looked up from my paperwork and scanned the room. It only took me half a second to discover that Morgan was the culprit.

From across the round table, I watched as Derek absentmindedly stirred his coffee and sugar together, making a ‘clink’ noise each time his spoon hit the rim of the cup. This wouldn’t have been bothersome had it not persisted for more than 10 minutes which, by all accounts, is plenty of time for the sugar to dissolve.

“Derek… ” I sort of sang, trying to capture his attention as nicely as possible.

“Derek.” I repeated, this time a little less quietly and a little more sharply. Still, my voice did nothing to stop the noisy stirring of his coffee. I stayed silent for a second, just in case he finally noticed I was speaking to him, but when he didn’t, I gave a concerned look to Spencer beside me as if to ask if he was seeing what I was and he returned just the same expression of confusion.

That’s when I knew something was wrong.

“Derek!” I said even louder, finally catching his attention.

His head snapped in my direction, his ghost-like countenance falling away after looking directly at me. I was relieved to see proof of life had been regained behind his eyes. The abrupt reaction made me squint harder in his direction to decipher what was truly going on. “Is everything okay? You were kind of zoning out just now.”

He sighed while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It’s nothing. I just had a late night last night and I didn’t go to bed till three this morning.”

“Oh?” I asked coyly. “And what was her name?” I brought my mug to my lips to hide my growing smirk behind the rim.

He didn’t catch on right away, which to me was more than enough evidence that he wasn’t well. He was usually the first to be aware of an innuendo, maybe even the one to be making it. “Whose name?”

“The girl that kept you up till three this morning.” I mimicked his voice in crude yet playful imitation.

To this, he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a grin. “Alright, get your pretty lil’ head out of the gutter, Kitten. I was busy fixing up a property I got down in Emporia. Lost track of time. That’s all.”

Whether or not he was hiding something more, I didn’t care anymore. He’d piqued my interest in this new topic. “Emporia? That’s like 2 or 3 hours away.”

His eyebrows lifted in agreement. “Yeah, like I said - late night.”

Not even trying to tempt him with my words, I simply remarked, “But I mean it can’t be that hard though, right? Fixing up the house?”

There was no verbal response from him, only a mirthless chuckle.

I was less careful with my words than I should’ve been, letting them flow through my mouth without filtering them first. “I’m just saying, I worked with Habitat For Humanity for years. We built thousands of houses from scratch, each of them within a matter of days.”

He sat up in his seat and leaned forward to assert himself. It was nearly the same mannerisms he would display in an interview when he wanted to maintain dominance. “Well, that’s because you got how many people working on one house?”

When I didn’t answer, he simply tapped the table and leaned back comfortably in his seat, prematurely relishing in a self-proclaimed victory. “Yeah, exactly. Whereas, it’s just little ol’ me fixing up these properties.”

“Okay, then I’ll help you.”

He only snickered in response, lending way for me to believe he didn’t trust that I’d provide any sort of productive assistance.

“I will!” I insisted. “Since you’re so convinced those houses were only built as fast as they were because it was a group effort, I want to prove to you that it’s actually because I’m just a fast worker.”

“It’s not a race, Kitten. All I said was it took me a while to fix up the house. I don’t need you to help. And I wouldn’t be paying you even if you did, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m not doing this for money,” I reasserted. “I’m doing this for pride. I know I’m right, and I want you to know it, too.”

It’s worth mentioning that Derek and I made these kinds of bets all the time. Our friendship was practically built on the foundation of competition. The first interaction I ever had with him was when he came up to me while I was arranging my desk to ask what I thought the odds were that he could toss his paper ball into the trashcan across the bullpen.

Years Ago . . .

“What are the chances I’ll make the shot?” I heard a deep, unfamiliar voice inquire from behind me.

“You’re aiming for the trashcan all the way over there? No way.” This voice I knew was Elle’s. She’d been the second person to introduce herself to me and if I had to guess, the deeper voice belonged to the guy I recalled sitting diagonally from her. I made eye contact with him when I initially walked in, but he hadn’t taken the time to introduce himself to me, nor I to him. He seemed a little preoccupied … making a paper ball and all.

“Actually, if Morgan’s throw had specific arc, the trajectory of the ball would -”

“He’s not making it, Reid.” Elle cut off the small, almost mousy voice promptly, shutting down any ‘pro-Morgan-making-the-shot’ argument he was about to make.

You could get a lot from just listening. Some might call it eavesdropping, but I like to call it being observant, and from what I’d observed

A) The one throwing the ball was Morgan.

B) The smart-sounding one was Reid.

C) Reid was a proponent of Morgan, so I could assume they were close friends.

D) There were three very distinct, very different personalities in this general vicinity of desks alone.

“O’ ye of little faith! Gimme a break, Elle. You’re just busting my balls ‘cause Reid came to me about Lila before he came to you.”

“That has nothing to do with the fact that I’m right.”

“No, but it means you have bias.” Derek retorted.

“Fine then. If it means that much to you to have an unbiased opinion, let’s ask someone impartial - like Anderson.”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” The deep voice said as soon as I’d placed the last item on my desk - a stack of sticky notes in the shape of a cat’s face that’d been gifted to me the moment I exited the elevator by Penelope Garcia.

“Excuse me, Kitten,” The deep voice purred. “You think I could get this ball into that trash bin right over there?”

It took me a second to register that he was addressing me until I realized where the nickname originated from and that it had belonged to me - I could thank Penelope for that.

“Oh, um …” I looked around the room like somehow it would have my answer. In some ways, it did.

I made contact with Reid first. He smiled weakly at me with tender awkwardness that melted my heart a little bit. Meanwhile, Elle’s eyes were luring me to join her on the dark side and say he wouldn’t make it. To be fair, riling him up seemed like fun. I’d be on Elle’s good side, gain her approval, and if I executed my jest playfully enough, I’d be on Morgan’s good side, too.

“No shot in hell, big guy.”

Present Time . . .

That’s how it all started - this sibling-like rivalry. Ever since then, we’ve been challenging each other like our lives depended on it. And if I had to make it my life’s mission to win this most recent bet, then so be it.

“Alright, kitten, I’ll take you up on that offer. I’ll pick you up at 9 on Saturday.”

We sealed the deal with a cross-table handshake, and at that moment, I hadn’t realized it - only when I thought back to it, did I notice - Reid had been watching the entire interaction unfold. Misinterpreting every painstaking second of it.

_ _ _

Sticking true to his word, Derek had taken up my offer in spades. Not the least bit shy in delegating me each and every duty there could possibly be.

I’ll admit, he used my pride to his advantage. Because while I was practically doing all the handy-work imaginable inside the property, he was resting on his laurels outside, probably taking up the view of rolling green hills that went on forever just beyond the front yard.

It just so happened that that would be our maintained, respective locations for the unexpected arrival of Derek’s very first (very unhappy) guest.

I was inside painting when I heard the placid squeak of Derek getting up from his Adirondack chair on the wraparound porch. I remember peeking my head out of the doorway for a second to see if he was finally going to come inside and help me, but lo and behold, I caught him walking further away from the entrance. While I might’ve given an eye roll of annoyance at the action, I thought nothing of it. Not until I heard Derek speaking to an eerily familiar secondary voice.

“What are you doing here?” I could hear Derek ask. My ears had perked up like a dog on high alert.

“Don’t play dumb. You’re trying to … to -” The second voice stammered.

“Spit it out, kid!”

“You’re trying to steal my girl!” Whoever it was, was desperate to speak with conviction, maybe even malice, to prove some level of strength that could match Derek’s, but they tried and failed.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Steal your girl? What the hell are you talking about, man?”

“You know I like her! And yet you’re just hanging out with her alone now? On one of your desolate properties? Can’t you see how suspicious that looks? You’re supposed to be my friend.”

I’d stopped painting completely at this point so I could take asylum behind the closed door. I could place that voice anywhere, and I needed to press my ear against the only thing separating it from me to confirm what I already knew.

“Reid, I am your friend,” And there it was. Reid? “And as your friend, I’m telling you: lower your voice unless you want her to hear you.”

“Don’t patronize me. Just tell me,” Spencer, if anything, spoke louder. Perhaps he did want me to hear him, or he simply wanted to defy Derek. “Why do you flirt with her?”

“Flirt?” Derek seemed appalled at the word. It would’ve been offensive that he was disgusted at the thought of engaging with me in that manner had I not felt the same way. What we were doing was not flirting - by any stretch of the imagination.

“You know what I’m talking about. You call her ‘Kitten,’ you both make sexual innuendos that you think fly over my head, you invite her to come over.”

“Slow your roll, Pretty Boy. First of all, ‘Kitten’ is just a nickname I gave her the first time we met because I didn’t know what her actual name was. You know that - you were there. Second, the sexual innuendos are just playful jabs at the fact that I sleep around. Low hanging-fruit. Third, inviting her to come over might seem suspicious, but if you walk in there right now, you’ll see that nothing is going on between us. She’s just here to help.”

I wanted any excuse to walk out there myself and announce my nearby presence. Confront Spencer and tell him I heard everything. Ask him where any of this was coming from. How he could think, for even a second, that there was something between me and Morgan.

Turns out, I didn’t need an excuse. I had already walked out.

Spencer gulped hard when he saw me. And for that I felt sorry for him. He looked so unlike himself. His hair was disheveled like he’d ran his fingers through it a million times out of stress. His outfit was strangely untidy, the buttons of his cuff unclasped. “Could you ... did you-”

“I heard everything,” I clarified to the dumbfounded shell of a man standing at the base of Morgan’s stairs.

It was a triangle of stares between us all. Exchanging quizzical glances in a battle of wills to see who would fold first. I was looking at Reid, Reid was looking at me, then he looked at Morgan, who looked back at him, then at me. Like I said, a triangle of stares.

“Um ... I’ll leave you two to talk. I’ll just be inside.”

I suppose there were worse ways to finally get Morgan off his ass and working.

Reid trailed Morgan with his eyes, while I simply waited for the sound of the door shutting behind me. It took a few more seconds until one of us had the gall to speak.

“Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” This question that I posed went unanswered for what felt like minutes. Looking at Reid, I could tell he wanted to say something, he just didn’t know what.

The soul was willing, but the flesh was weak.

“If you’re not ready to admit it, that’s okay. But then why did you really come here, Spencer? To yell at Morgan for possibly making a move on me? Because now’s your chance. Make your move, Spence.” I descended the stairs, stopping to stand on the very last step so I’d hover a mere inch above him. “Make a move.”

Make a move, he did.

Warm, clammy hands that were disproportionately bigger than the rest of his body caught my face so that unbelievably, inconceivably soft lips could make their fierce attack with no resistance. His fingers laced through my hair until his hand found the nape of my neck. He used that as leverage to pull me impossibly closer.

When he was just one step away from sucking my soul out of me, I laid my palm on his chest and pushed him slightly backward. I think I heard him laughing when I did this, probably to hide the shame of letting himself commit so fully to the moment that he forgot just how intense his passion was.

His eyes fluttered open and his lips were still contorted in a pucker. It took him a second, but it finally came.

“I meant what I said,” He confessed ever so nonchalantly as though it were the easiest thing in the world to him, despite being unable to come even close to admitting it just minutes before. “I like you. A lot.”

It was me who laughed then, both from the sheer elation hearing him say that brought me and the distant, exasperated comment that came from within the house.

“Well, finally! It’s about damn time!”

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dameronology · 3 years

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pancakes & promises {finnick odair}

ok i don’t normally write for the hunger games but here is some morning fluff for 2 of my faves, @karasong & @megmeg-chan (based on meg’s request). i hope you enjoy💕

warnings: none...except swearing

The mornings were always one of Finnick’s favourite times.

Things were quiet; calm and quell, worlds away from his hectic past and tainted memories. Finnick was never without a charming smile or flirty comment but behind his endearing exterior, there was a vortex of dark memories. The warm blue eyes you often caught staring at you had seen worlds of pain. The large hands that were the source of half his affection had once wielded weapons. He’d become so used to the noise - of the arena, of the war, of his own thoughts - that the silence was almost strange. He’d spent years trying to escape it, trying to fill it with the sound of gentle music and white noise and the low fuzz of the radio but nothing had worked.

Then there was you. Between his arms underneath cover of the darks, head buried in his neck as you gently snored. The tickle of your breath against his bare skin and hands softly gripping onto his arms was an anchor. With your legs tangled underneath the sheets with his and your warmth beside him, he wasn’t afraid of the silence anymore. If anything, it was something he began to appreciate. It was a sign of change - change for the better. Most of which had been brought on your presence in his life. You were a barrier to the past, really. A definitive and constant existence intertwined with his that protected him from the bad parts of history. It was contained nicely in two parts: before you and after you. It was the latter he was so desperately holding onto, more than willing to throw the other into the abyss.

Finnick had woken that morning as usual; naturally, thanks to the sunlight leaking through the blinds. If you weren’t wrapped up in his arms, usually thanks to your tendency to roll away in the night, he’d reach out for you without thinking. Instead of being met with your warm skin, his fingers came into contact with the sheets. They were cold - you must have been gone a while. He immediately sat up, a frown etched on his features. You were never gone. Why were you gone?

Then he heard you - in the kitchen, kettle going and singing quietly. That was another thing he wasn’t used to: domesticity. Someone to look after him, instead of it constantly being the other way around. Finnick made a point to care for you and look out for you, and he would have done it even if you’d completely denied him of love, but you didn’t. It was a relationship of equals. And equals didn’t often come along in these times.

Wrapping the sheet around his waist, he slipped out of bed and padded through to the kitchen. You were stood by the cooker, his shirt hanging off of your shoulders and a song playing quietly on the radio.

It was one of those moments he couldn’t really explain; it was so simple, so domestic and sweet, but one he was happy to stay in forever. He’d experienced everything else in life - moments of heroic grandeur, moments of great loss - but somehow, it was the little things he wanted to hold onto. The sight of you in the morning; the smell of your body wash on your skin after a shower; the feeling of your soft hands tracing the scars that littered his skin. It was normal to remember all the big flashpoint moments, but what about all the tiny ones in between? The things that interconnected all the different eras of his life? Ones like this, where nothing in particular was happening, but that were so worth holding onto.

He leant against the door frame, watching you for a moment. Finnick didn’t want to disturb you - or maybe he wanted to savour the moment. He woke up to you every morning but he wanted to remember each and individual single day. That was something he’d come to learn, having been reminded of his mortality so many times. He’d be damned if he was going to hold onto the moments that made him stare death in the face and tell it to back the fuck down so many times.

The floor-boards beneath creaked slightly as he re-adjusted himself, causing you to jump slightly. You glanced over your shoulder at him, a smile playing on your lips as your eyes caught his. The morning sun was coming from through the kitchen window, pouring over you in a way that you made you seem almost other worldy. It was fitting, really.

‘G’morning.’ You greeted him through a mouthful of pancakes. ‘I made pancakes. Or I tried to make pancakes.’

His eyes followed your hand as you gestured up to the ceiling. There two or three half cooked pancakes stuck up there, clearly hanging on with all their might.

‘What’s with the splatters on the wall?’ Finnick raised an eyebrow at you.

‘Oh, those ones hit the ceiling fan.’ You bit your lip to suppress a laugh, eyes falling to the floor. You could feel your cheeks heating up his intense gaze, even as a grin broke across his face.

‘You never cook.’ Finnick said. He made his way over towards you, broad arms snaking around your waist as he pulled you into him. ‘The oven in this house is purely for decoration.’

‘I wanted to surprise you.’ You admitted. ‘I know you love pancakes and it’s been a while since we’d had them. Thought it might be a nice thing to wake up to.’

He could have sworn that his heart stopped at that. Finnick had spent so much of his life running from people, watching his own back and constantly looking over his shoulder. To have someone to actually do things for him, to (try and) cook for him with his favourite food in mind? The feeling was still entirely new to him. You were still entirely new to him. You did things for him without even thinking about just...because. Your love for him was reason enough.

A silence fell over you for a moment as he just stared at you, intense blue gaze holding your own. He still couldn’t believe that you were real, even with your hands resting on his shoulders and your presence right before his eyes. The funny thing was that it wasn’t like the moment was particularly special, or big, or even interesting. It was just you and him in the kitchen, something which was quite mundane, truth be told. But maybe that was it: the fact it was mundane. His entire life had been so fucking crazy, so filled with panic and blunder and change, that to have something constant enough to even be considered mundane? That in itself was extraordinary. You were extraordinary.

‘Hey.’ You gently brushed your hand over his cheek. ‘You’re staring.’

‘Yeah, I know. At you.’ He replied.

‘Okay, maybe let me rephrase that.’ You softly laughed. ‘Why are you staring?’

‘I just...’ he trailed off, biting his lip for a moment. ‘I just really love you.’

‘I love you too, Fin.’ You leant forwards, brushing your lips against his.

Finnick was a good kisser; you knew that better than anyone. Somehow, every kiss felt like your first. His lips were always soft, always warm and welcoming. That, paired with his hands on your hips and the way he ran them up and down your sides, was enough to make you forget the entire world around you. He was enough to make you forget the entire world around you. As far as you cared - and as far as you wanted to care - it was just you and him, and nobody else. You were the center of his universe and he wasn’t willing to let anybody else in.

‘Oh, shit.’ You suddenly pulled away when the pancake on the stove started to spit smoke. ‘This one was gonna be good! And you distracted me!’

‘Darling, I always distract you.’ His cocky grin returned as he leant against the counter beside you.

‘You were being so soft a minute ago.’ You quipped, jokingly rolling your eyes.

‘I can be both.’ He grabbed your arm, yanking you back towards him. He wrapped his arms around your waist,

‘I liked it when you were confessing your love for me.’ You softly murmured, pressing your forehead to his.

‘Want me to do it again?’

‘I certainly won’t complain.’

‘Okay.’ His grin faded to a thoughtful smile. ‘I love you so much that it’s almost overwhelming. In fact, it might be completely overwhelming but I don’t even mind.’

‘That’s better.’ You pressed another kiss to his lips. ‘And I love you too, so much that it is also almost overwhelming.’

‘Almost?’ Finnick quipped. ‘I’d argue I’m entirely overwhelming-’

‘- I also fell in love with your humbleness.’ You shot back.

‘I will accept your declaration of almost overwhelming love so long as you promise it’s forever.’ He replied. He knew how cheesy he was being, but it was one of the things he was good at.

‘Of course.’ You grinned. ‘Forever?’

‘Forever.’

#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fluff #finn odair imagines #finn odair x you #hunger games imagines #hunger games x reader

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imkylotrash · 3 years

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Stay A While

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Request: Can I request a Steve Rogers x wife reader angst with domestic fluff. She's Tony's adopted daughter and was dusted during the snap. Tony lives btw after endgame. When Steve returns the stones, she doesn't think he's coming back, but he does because he wants to have a future with her instead of Peggy. She met him when he woke from the ice cause SHIELD hired her to help him adjust. She has water bending powers. Anonymous

Tagging: @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi

You fall in love with him on a Sunday as you watch him hug Bucky with tears in his eyes. The man has spent a lifetime beating himself up over losing Bucky and now he has him back. Granted, none of them are the same people they were back then but the bond of brothers can never truly break. He clutches on to you as if it’s a matter of life or death as he watches Bucky.

“Thank you for being here,” he whispers kissing your temple. It hurts you going against Tony and the rest but your place is right next to Steve. You look at him wondering if he might ever feel the same about you as you feel about him. The answer comes when you go on the run. Small rooms and a need for intimacy is the reason you find yourself in bed next to Steve. When you reach over, he grabs your hand and intertwines it with his. You’re feeling particularly brave after two glasses of wine and when you kiss him, you know you’ll never be able to stop.

“Wait,” he breathes pulling away slightly, “I need to know what this means. Because I can’t do this if it’s just for lack of option.” You kiss him again failing to hide the smile on your lips. You’ve known him ever since he woke up after having been on ice and SHIELD hired you to help him adjust to the world now. A lot had changed since he went under.

“I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you, Cap. I could have every option in the world and I’d still choose you.”

You marry him while you’re still on the run. There’s no grand ceremony or papers to file. You can’t make it legal because Steve is considered a war criminal but you’ll be damned if you spend another day on this planet without being his wife.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait until things get better. I’d understand if you want the rest to be here too.” He rests his hands on your waist wearing his uniform and looking as gorgeous as ever. He’s grown a beard which just might be your new favourite thing along his eyes. You can always see the love in his eyes and it warms you from the inside out.

“I want to be yours. I don’t need a big fancy ceremony, I just need you and me in a room saying I do.” He buries his hands in your hair as he kisses you making your body tingle with anticipation.

“I do,” he whispers kissing the tip of your nose.

“I do.”

It’s confusing coming back from what you’ll later learn is referred to as the blip. In the heat of the moment, you and Steve somehow find the time to have an epic reunion as if you’re in a movie.

“You’re back,” he gasps kissing you with tears in his eyes. He plans to make up for the past five years if you make it through this mess.

“Get back in the fight, Rogers. We’ll get emotional once we win,” you say choking back tears of your own. You want to run away from the fight and just keep Steve save because you just got him back but the thing about being a hero is that you can’t ever just leave the fight.

“Stay out of trouble,” he says kissing you one more time before heading into the battle. You find yourself helping a man hold back the water seeing as you’re one of the only people able to help.

“Doctor Strange,” he introduces himself just slightly out of breath. You close your eyes feeling the water with every fibre of your body and forcing it back.

“Y/N,” you gasp feeling the toll of using this kind of power. All you can do is focus on keeping the water at bay hoping it’ll help in the long run. You can’t turn around to watch the fight knowing that any sort of distraction would cause you to lose control. When you hear Strange say “one” you just know it means this is it.

The reunion with Tony means more than words can explain. He keeps his arm wrapped around you as you watch Steve get ready to return the stones. You can’t help but worry about him going back to an era where Peggy is still alive. You know as well as anyone else that Peggy has always been the love of his life and now he has the option to stay with here.

“He’s not coming back,” you whisper counting the seconds in your mind.

“He’d be an idiot not to,” Tony is quick to reply and you love him for it. But you need to see Steve back here before you believe it. You don’t dare breathe as the seconds go by. He’s not coming back, he’s choosing her. Images of late nights between the two of you flashes before your eyes and you can’t ignore the ache in your heart just thinking about losing him.

“Why are you all looking so serious?” You don’t think before you run into his arms wrapping your legs around his waist and burying your face in the crook of his neck. You kiss his neck, jawline, lips - everything within reach.

“You really think I wouldn’t come back? That I’d miss my chance to build a life with you? Never.”

“I thought-“ Your throat closes up but he knows. He knows what you thought and his eyes darken as he sees the insecurity in your eyes.

“I love you. I’m never ever letting you go again.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers gif #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fic #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #captain america blurb #captain america gif #captain america #marvel blurb #marvel imagine #marvel gif #marvel avengers #marvel

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ikeromantic · 3 years

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Uncomfortable Questions

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction occurring after the events of the romantic epilogue! Approx. 3000 words of fluff and stuff.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Friends and Frenemies

Miyake was nervous. He did his best to hide it. His job today was to stay with Lady Akechi, to keep her safe and happy. Normally, he’d consider it an easy task. A pretty girl, a new place to explore . . . but this was his Lord’s wife! And . . . other complications.

He swallowed.

“Do you want to go shopping too, Miyake? I see you’re wearing another of Sasuke’s t-shirts.” The lady smiled back at him as she asked.

“Nope! I’m good. I like this shirt. And the ninja took me out for some pants that fit too. I'm just here to keep you safe.” He glanced up at the tall tall buildings to their right and left. “Where, uh, do you want to go?”

Her shoulders sagged. “It’s not so much what I want to do as what I should. I need to stop by the clothing designer here - the place that hired me. To apologize for disappearing like I did.”

“Think they’ll be mad?”

“I hope not.” She mumbled something else, something Miyake didn’t catch.

“What was that?”

“Oh. Ah, just that I imagine they won’t be nearly as hard to apologize to as my family.”

Miyake nodded. Families were tough. He’d left his own to go serve Akechi, and never looked back. Not everyone could or would do that.

The lady stopped at a gift shop to pick up flowers for her former co-workers. Miyake didn’t let her lift a thing. Better safe than sorry. He even offered to carry her bag - her purse, she called it - but she wouldn’t let him.

Then they rode the train - which would have been fun if there’d been a seat for the lady. Standing, Miyake spent the whole time worried she might fall. Every little lurch made his jaw clench.

She seemed to notice his concern, and when they got off the train, stopped. “Miyake, I’m not that fragile. I don’t know what Mitsuhide threatened you with, but I promise, I’m perfectly capable of carrying things, walking, and standing on my own.” She laughed. “I’ve been doing it for years.”

“I know, my lady. But it just seemed like . . . in your uh, your state . . .” He gestured helplessly. Neither the lady nor his lord had said a word, and it seemed wrong to just put it out there before they did.

“My state?”

Miyake tried to hide behind the bouquets in his arms. “Ah, maybe it’s the wrong word. But hey! Isn’t that the shop you’re looking for?” It was a two-story building. A large sign hung above the double glass doors, with a spool of thread and a needle.

The lady turned. “Yep. That’s the place.” She squared her shoulders like a soldier going into battle. “Let’s do this.”

Grateful for the topic change, Miyake followed her across the street and inside.

The woman at the front counter recognized her immediately. Rather than anger, her face lit up with a big smile. “You’re ok!” She called out, “Hey ladies, our new hire just showed up six months late.”

Lady Akechi blushed deeply.

Three heads peered past the corner and then the other designers filed into the room. Besides the young lady at the counter that recognized Lady Akechi, there was an older woman with red cheeks and a round face, a short, thin girl with ponytails, and a tall woman that looked like she might arm-wrestle in her spare time.

There was a round of re-introductions between the five of them, hand shakes, and bows. Lady Akechi apologized several times, and then came the barrage of questions.

“Is this the guy you left us for,” one asked, coming over to inspect Miyake.

“N-no, he works for him though. Oh! And those flowers are for you.” She gestured for Miyake to hand them out.

He dutifully gave out the bouquets under the speculative stairs of four strange women.

“Huh,” said another. “So you found some rich guy and now you don’t need to work? Lucky!”

“This one’s pretty cute though,” the older lady said.

The short one with her ponytails smiled bashfully. She hid her smile behind her hand.

Lady Akechi stumbled over her words. “Oh - oh, I still work. I just do commissions now. And ah, ah, that’s Miyake.” She pointed to the older woman. “Miyake, this is Aiko.” She gestured to ponytail girl, “And Masako.” She nodded to the girl from the counter, “Takara,” and then to the tall woman, “And that’s Kei.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Miyake bowed. He felt himself blush under the weight of their gazes. He hoped this apology and leave-taking wouldn’t take too long, but that was a futile dream.

The women invited them out for tea, and promptly closed the shop. They walked, chattering together, to a cafe nearby.

Masako hung back to walk beside Miyake. She kept glancing up at him, shy but forward. After a block or so, she shoved a piece of paper into his hand and then hurried back up to join the other women.

Miyake looked at the paper. It had some numbers on it. Some sort of code? Was Masako a kunoichi? He studied the paper. Ten digits. Three numbers and a dash, three more numbers, a dash, and then four more numbers. The number 2 repeated. Huh.

He put it away when they got to the cafe. The place smelled strongly of coffee, a bitter beverage that people in this era seemed to enjoy. Miyake preferred tea. There were glass cabinets with sweets on display too. Things he didn’t even begin to recognize.

“What would you like,” lady Akechi asked. “I’m getting a cold coffee and some financiers.”

Aiko laughed at the expression on his face as he scrutinized the display. “You look like you’ve never been to a French bakery before.”

He nearly admitted he hadn’t, but he knew better than to give information away. Instead he just smiled. “It all looks so good. What do you recommend?”

Takara shrugged. “If you like sweets, the macarons are great. Otherwise, get a croissant or some brioche.”

“I like the crepes,” Mayako added.

He wound up getting the crepes and a tea. While the girls continued their chatter, now asking lady Akechi about her whirlwind romance and her future plans, he focused on his plate. Miyake prodded the food suspiciously. What was a crepe made of? What was in it and on it?

Miyake picked up the fork the way Sasuke taught him, cut off a piece of fluffy golden crepe and some of the fruit and poofy white stuff inside, and then stuck it in his mouth. The flavors hit him all at once. Sweet and buttery, the texture smooth as velvet, contrasting with the tart fruit.

“I think he likes it,” Aiko grinned.

“I know how to make crepes,” Mayako spoke up.

Takara elbowed her.

Kei laughed. “Men don’t usually order stuff like that here. Glad you’re not shy about what you like.”

Lady Akechi gave him a gentle pat on the arm. “He doesn’t go out for sweets often.”

Miyake nodded, feeling his cheeks flush again. Going into battle was easier than sitting through tea with a bunch of women, he thought.

When the ladies returned to their conversation, he felt safe enough to polish off the crepes, and order a second round. By that point, Aiko and Kei were giving lady Akechi tips on how to keep her man, and Miyake wished he could turn his ears off.

The conversation finally wound down, and the group returned to the clothier shop.

“You know,” Takara said, eyeing lady Akechi, “if you’re going to be around at least a few weeks, I have a commission or two you could pick up. Since you’re still working.”

“I’d love that!” The two of them headed to the back of the shop, and Miyake followed.

Masako gestured for him to stop. “That’s not for customers.”

“I’m not a customer.” He stopped though. From here, he could see lady Akechi and the other woman chatting beside some bundles of fabric.

The girl squinted up at him. She was, he thought, exceptionally short for a grown woman. “Are you some kind of mafia guy? Yakuza? Are you in a gang?”

“What?” Miyake’s eyes widened.

“I won’t tell anyone. Just me and Kei thought, the way you follow her around, you must be hired muscle.”

“I work for Lord Akechi,” he said slowly. “He is not . . . any of those things. I think.”

Masako frowned. “Fine. Don’t tell me. At least, don’t tell me yet.” She tugged at a ponytail, pulling it over one eye. “Maybe you can tell me when you . . . when you call me.”

From behind them, Kei snorted. “That is not how you flirt, Masako. You sound like a salesman.”

“I do not!” The shorter girl bristled. “Just because I’m not pushy like you!”

“Guys like pushy. Makes it easy for them to say yes.” She was standing pretty close, Miyake realized. She’d come up behind him and now he was trapped between the two women. He turned to look at Kei.

This was the wrong thing to do.

When he turned, she grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. It was . . . not a bad kiss. She was clearly experienced. Still, he gently pushed her away.

“See? Now if I gave him my number, you know he would call me.” Kei smiled smugly.

Masako looked furious. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

Mikaye understood now that he was the cause of this bizarre argument. A few days ago, he might have enjoyed being fought over by two attractive women. Not today. Today, he knew who he was going to marry and it surely wasn’t either of them. “I’m sorry ladies. I am already spoken for.”

“Oh sure! All the hot guys already have girlfriends.” Masako threw her hands up.

Kei chuckled. “What she doesn’t know, hm?”

“I ah, appreciate that, but -” He looked down the hall toward lady Akechi. She was lifting one of the cloth bundles. “My lady, no!” Miyake pushed past Masako. He lunged into range and grabbed the cloth out of her hands.

“What are you doing?” She looked stunned. A few bits of thread still stuck to her fingers.

Miyake grimaced. “You can’t be picking things like this up, my lady. It’s not safe for the baby.”

The four shop women all gasped at the same time. “You’re pregnant?” The question was a chorus of sharp disapproval to happy surprise.

Lady Akechi’s hands went to her hips. “No! Not, not as far as I know. Miyake?” One eye brow lifted and the expression was so like Mitsuhide’s that Miyake nearly handed back the bundle of cloth, certain he was wrong.

But he knew she had to be with child. Otherwise the dates wouldn't add up. “I - sorry my lady. I know you didn’t announce it yet.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Miyake took a deep breath. “Well. Yesterday, you know how I got quizzed by those professors?”

“Mhmmm.”

“They said I’m going to marry your daughter. Lord Akechi’s daughter, I mean. So I assumed . . .”

The four women burst into a whole new round of excited questions and now Miyake was the focus.

Lady Akechi came to his rescue. “I think Miyake’s just being . . . metaphorical. Yes. Not literal. Because I’m not pregnant. And anyway, ah, it really is time for us to go! But I’ll be back in a few weeks with the evening gown you commissioned. Thanks for that!”

Saying goodbye still took half an hour more, but they did get out and back onto the street alone.

Miyake snuck a look at his lord’s woman. She looked angry. Or worried. Maybe both. She kept touching her belly as if to be sure there was nothing new there.

“I’m not pregnant,” she said after they’d walked a little way back toward the train station. “I think I’d be able to tell. I mean, Mitsuhide and I, we don’t . . . you know, we just . . . but it takes awhile to make a baby, right? Like, lots and lots of . . .”

He swallowed. “Uh, sure? I mean, I knew some girls that got babies after one night with a man, but, I don’t know?”

“But not me. I'd know,” she said more firmly. “But . . . let’s stop at a pharmacy before we go home.”

***

Mitsuhide was having a fantastic day. He and Sasuke were riding the train out to the university. He tried to memorize the map of train stations, and even took a snapshot of it on his phone before Sasuke showed him how to download the ‘app.’

“Are you planning on traveling places on your own? I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Mitsuhide smiled obliquely. “I don’t know yet. But that is the problem for me here. I don’t know many things.”

After a moment, the ninja nodded. “And that is also why you agreed to come with me today.”

“Yes.”

Sasuke bowed slightly. “It would be my honor to teach you whatever you want to learn in this modern day.”

“You have me at a disadvantage but do not seek to exploit it?” One white eyebrow lifted in a gesture his fiancee was mimicking half a city away.

“No. I wouldn’t do that to the man my modern era bestie loves.”

Mitsuhide pressed. “This, despite working for my sworn enemies, Takeda and Uesugi?”

Sasuke’s shoulders tensed. “Yes. And technically, they are Nobunaga’s sworn enemies, not yours. And in this day, they are dead.”

“I see. You are desperately balancing your allegiances and rationalizing your actions to suit the situation and your preferred outcome. Are you sure you aren’t interested in a job?”

“You aren’t in a position to hire me.” Sasuke’s mouth quirked into what Mitsuhide was realizing was his smile.

The warlord nodded. “True. Perhaps I will ask again when we return home. Which will be . . .”

Sasuke flushed. “I am not certain. Perhaps, three months? The magnetic device I put together to predict and to enhance the conditions surrounding the wormhole was destroyed when we were pulled through.”

“So we could be stranded here.”

“Yes.” Sasuke’s voice was very quiet as he agreed.

“You seem unusually disturbed by that. Yet, this is your home?”

The ninja shrugged. “It was. We should be going now. The professors will be waiting for you, and we still need their help.”

Mitsuhide knew he hadn’t gotten to the reason for Sasuke’s unhappiness at their current predicament. He needed to know why the ninja was perturbed, but good intel took time. Instead, he spent the rest of the trip to the university solving the mysteries of bank cards and how to operate a smart phone.

The university was a pleasant surprise. A vast complex of buildings dedicated to furthering knowledge and culture. There was one entire center given to poetry and literature. Another to medicine. One to agriculture. Walking through them made Mitsuhide miss his friends. He thought of Ieyasu and Mitsunari, of how they would enjoy the time to page through these endless shelves of books and scrolls.

He thought too, of his lord, and the oceans of blood they shed to reach this place. This time. Mitsuhide could not help but wonder if there was ever another way to get here, to this, or if war and sacrifice was the only way forward.

It was with these troubling thoughts in mind that he sat down across a desk from two aged men. One of them looked deeply distrustful, while the other seemed excited. The excitable one was Sasuke’s contact, and they greeted each other familiarly before the ninja introduced him.

“Professor Fukuda, this is Akechi Mitsuhide,” Sasuke bowed to his friend. “And this is Professor Sakai.”

The men greeted one another and then the questions began.

“So you claim to be the historical figure, Akechi Mitsuhide? The traitor of the Oda?”

“I do.” Mitsuhide smiled sharply.

The enthusiastic professor Fukuda nodded, interrupting. “No need to be hostile to the man. Just ask your questions. For verification.”

“Hmph. As if I can verify an impossibility. But . . . the other one, Hidemitsu, he was very convincing. Alright.” And he proceeded to ask about minutiae. Random details. The color of this, the material of that, the name of this or that scribe, and so on.

Mitsuhide wore his patient mask. The face of the eager servant, he called it. He answered the questions as fully as he could until finally, the skeptical Sakai ran out of steam.

“Are you satisfied, sir? Do you believe me now?” Sasuke waited for a reply.

“I suppose I have no choice. Besides, Professor Fukuda was showing me the formula for your time travel theorem. I’m no physicist, but it looks solid. And . . . Mister Akechi answered everything correctly. Down to the last detail!”

Mitsuhide took a breath. That was one obstacle down. “Now that I have your confidence, are you willing to make a deal with me?”

Fukuda took a breath. “Sasuke already gave us a list of your needs -”

“Yes. He provided the beginnings of our requirements. There is more.”

“Well? Go on then,” Sakai gestured.

Mitsuhide nodded. “I require unrestricted access to your libraries and data - databases. I will require an assistant to teach me how to navigate your net-work, and may also need to use your laboratories, which you will allow with proper safety measures in place.”

The two professors exchanged a glance and then nodded. “Done. Is that all?”

“No. I’ve one more request. I may at some time, need,” he glanced to Sasuke, fishing for the word from his new vocabulary. “Scholars. Scholars’ ships.”

“Scholarships. For special situation admittance,” the ninja added helpfully.

“Yes, that. Three of them.”

Fukuda leaned forward on his elbows. “Is it for more of you people from the past?”

“No. Let’s say, as a reward of sorts for some of those assisting us. I am not in a position here to offer them places in my retinue or at my castle. But I will provide for them.” Mitsuhide’s eyes were hard. This was not a negotiable point.

“Why not,” Sakai waved toward the window. “We have people drop out of programs all the time from the stress of studies. It shouldn’t be a problem to put three people in.”

Mitsuhide relaxed back into his chair. “Then we have a deal.”

*In IRL history, Miyake marries Mitsuhide's daughter and takes the name Akechi Hidemitsu so I decided to include that tidbit!

Next: In the Spotlight

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svnaslove · 3 years

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bunny boy.

summary: s/o gets their hq bf to wear a bunny outfit [it’s like literally the same one from bunny girl senpai]

genre: fluff-ish ; v v suggestive themes, we gettin into the sexc times

characters: semi eita [boyfriend, established relationship] tsukishima kei [best friends turn friends with benefits dynamic]

characters are aged up to a college level

瀬見英太 | [boyfriend]

cleaning out through your closet you took a double take to what you had just found. It had been months since you cleaned out your closet, and quite honestly, you’d often get distracted and play with some random nothing for an hour postponing the process.

you giggled a little at the memory of the item as you reached for it and patted some dust off.

It was the bunny outfit.

the one that you had gotten for your Halloween costume last year that seemed to rather excite your boyfriend. at the memory you bit back a smile and felt a rush of blood to your cheeks.

‘I wonder why we stopped using it.’ you wonder, recalling how fun it was.

but then an idea hit you.

you took the costume to the laundry and put in it the wash in hopes of making it a bit nicer since it had been laying around for so long. After having it cleaned out you tucked neatly in your drawer and called your boyfriend to come over.

you jumped at the sound of the knocking at your door and suddenly you got butterflies. You nervously walk over to the door and open it, smiling.

“Hiii Eitaaa” you smiled giving him a big hug as soon as opening the door.

a smirk itched at the corner of his lips. “You missed me that much, bunny?” he asked, a hint of cockyness in his tone.

“I did” you pout, “but I guess if you don’t want my love, I’ll just go” you jokingly teased, closing the door holding your nose high and walking away. The smile that you were trying to tuck down showed itself obviously.

“Noooo, give me kisses, I’m sorryyy”

you smiled again at how easily you could play with him.

“apology accepted! ” you giggled, planting three quick pecks on his lips.

“however,“ you quirked an eyebrow, “we must play a game for compensation.” You smiled, already excited to do this, although praying that he was the one that got his flip side of the coin.

“Oh, really? What kind of game?” he smiled, watching the gaze of you dramatically announcing it, causing the pit of his stomach to flutter a little, you were so cute.

“we’ll flip a coin, whoever gets the side that they call for and wins has to wear this outfit that I have tucked away in my dresser at the moment.” You had to bite back another huge smile when you saw the look on his face, curiosity itched all over his face.

you knew just how to get him. Semi could never resist something like this, the curiosity getting the best of him.

“Oh?” he laughed, searching your face for an answer of what this could possibly be.

“Oh, indeed, Eita, oh, indeed.” you laughed, grabbing for a coin on your desk that had been simply laying there, conveniently enough.

“how about, tails you win, heads I lose.”

you quickly went on ahead before he could answer, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to your trick of him of being able to win no matter what, you giggled at his state at how fast you had moved on before he could answer.

you flicked the coin into the air, the pretty and clear sound of the metal rang through the air until you caught it.

“Oh, would you look at that, tails. that means you win baby!” you were excited but oh so nervous.

Semi smirked at your remark, “you thought I didn’t catch on with you little trick, bunny?” “I win either way if you put it as tails I win and head you lose.” he said, walking closer to you and now leveling his face down to you own. your cheeks painted red at his proximity, he was so close you could feel his breath. He just made you flustered so easily, it was ridiculous.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you innocently remarked, breaking his eye contact to look up, his gaze still rested on your eyes regardless, still unmoving.

“how about you tell me what you want to see me wear so bad” he teased, trying to catch your eyes again.

“you wanna know?” you asked, now growing your own smirk of your own, causing Semi to fluster himself a little.

you grabbed hold of the bottom of his t-shirt and led him to your room, you stood in front of the dresser. “remember that bunny outfit?” you asked, watching his features as he recalled in his own head the outfit that he loved so much on you. “I do” he smirked, keeping a very pointed and meaningful look at you making you get butterflies again.

you opened the drawer and handed it to him. “I wanna see you wear it Eita.”

his face painted with shock for but a second before a smirk grew.

“Oh?” his tone heavy with meaning.

“you’re fucking kinky aren’t you y/n?” he asked, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

“oh shut the hell up and put it on.” you pushed him, flustered at what he had said but yet still intrigued.

“hmm, okay, okay, i will. but,” he reached inside the dresser and took out the outfit holding it in his hands. “you have to ask nicer.” he smiled still trying to get as much of a reaction out of you as possible. his smile was anything but sincere and innocent. you knew what he was playing at.

“pleaseee, put it on for me?” you pleaded, your lips forming a small pout.

“good girl, go on and wait in the living room, i’ll put this on.” he instructed.

“oh, and bring out the polaroid.” he winked.

you did as he asked, taking out the polaroid from under you bed and going to the living room.

he did agree to this a lot faster than you thought he would, maybe you could get him to do other stuff and he would be okay with it.

an image of a maid outfit popped into your mind and you had to shake the thought away before it got you too excited again.

If anything you had a very vivid imagination.

a minute or two passed and you heard his voice from your bedroom, “are you ready for me?” he called.

“im ready!” you called back, excited to see.

Eita slowly opened the bedroom door and walked out and oh my god.

how did he manage to look beautiful with a bunny outfit on too?

your eyes traced the curves of his body and his muscles, his pretty hair decorated by a headband of bunny ears.

“woah..” you managed to accidently slip out as you took in the image of your boyfriend.

“oh? you liked this?” he asked, he turned around to show you the cute little bunny tail.

“oh my god eita, you look so hot” you flustered, hiding your face in your hands from embarrassment.

“take a picture of me with the polaroid, bunny.” he said walking up to you, his gaze on you made you feel small.

you picked up the pretty light pink pastel polaroid next to you and before you knew it, Semi picked you up too, you legs wrapped around his waist as he hauled you over to the bedroom.

he softly dropped you onto the bed, your legs still wrapped around his torso. ‘so we’re doing this?’ you thought. you pulled up the polaroid camera up, “say cheese!” you giggled.

“cheeseeee” Eita gave you his best sunshine of a smile, the camera flashed and you took the picture of him and his bunny outfit, you pulled out the picture and before you could look at it Semi threw the camera and the polaroid out of the way and clashed his lips on yours.

月島蛍 | [best friends going to fwb dynamic]

the thought had been crawling in your mind for days. you kept telling yourself that there was no way this would happen. there’s no way you could get the tsukishima kei to wear a bunny outfit. but you just couldn’t listen to yourself.

lately you’ve been watching him more closely. if he had noticed he hadn’t said anything. maybe he didn’t notice. it wasn’t on purpose, really. you just couldn’t help yourself. you would absently minded and subconsciously avert your gaze from anything you’re supposed to be putting your mind on and focusing on kei, daydreaming planning on a way to get him to put on a damn bunny outfit.

maybe this was wrong of you. you were his best friend after all, you had been for a very long time. but like said before, you couldn’t help yourself. because your lust for him was simply growing on its’ own.

you and tsukishima were both top in your classes and you studied together after school when he didn’t have volleyball to maintain that. you’d usually go to the public library which in all honesty was far too fancy of a place to even look like a public library, it was quiet and secluded, all of the books were in top shape and the walls decorated with expensive art of the renaissance era, with the occasional greek statue around the corner. totally normal for the average public library, i know.

it was another friday of just you and tsukishima studying in the library together. books and notes littered across the table that you two shared, you sat across from him. in the usual studing sessions that you guys did, you’d go around the table to sit next to him when you needed help with something. not today.

as per expected, you kept dazing off and paying no mind to the studies that you needed to catch up on. tsukishima glanced up to catch you staring at him, you gave him a wink and smirk to see how he’d react. the blondes cheeks tinted a slight blush, “what the hell are you looking at dumbass?”

“oh? i can’t look at my incredibly handsome best friend? i didn’t know that was a crime.” you smiled, resting your cheek on your hand, you elbow on the table.

“you haven’t been focusing at all have you?” he asked, glancing down to notice that you hadn’t barely gone through 2 pages of homework.

you groaned and let you face fall gently to your arms splayed out on the table. “i don’t want to study kei.” you moaned, looking up at him to catch his lips twitch. why’d his lips twitch? was it because you moa-

“you kinda have to dumbass, i don’t want to have to walk by you living in a street corner and have to take you in because you didn’t study.” he huffed, pushing your pen and notebook towards you.

“awee kei, you’d take me in if i was homeless?” you teased, feigning puppy eyes.

“no, i’d leave you there and call the police to get you out of my sight.”

“no you wouldn’t.” you laughed.

“no i wouldn’t.”

you laughed and a small smile splayed on his features as he returned to his book. you keep watching him, the trace of your laugh still there with a smile.

he pulled up from his book to look at you again, “if you ever needed my help i’d help you though.” he confessed, keeping his eyes on your own. now it was your own turn to blush softly. “thank you, kei.” he nodded, a soft smile still beautifully set on his lips.

in quite honesty this might be fate. the cards had been dealt to you beautifully. the stage was set perfectly. the words that he used, you could twist them beautifully into your favor.

“i don’t remember this equation kei.” you called out, turning your book to face him, you leaned forward instead of going around the table for him to explain to you. your ass was off the chair, setting a curve to your figure, your cleavage on display to him.

tsukishima looked up for his eyes to immediately meet with your boobs. you smirked, “eyes up here playboy.”

tsukishima muttered an apology before stealing a glance again and then finally towards you and your notebook.

“uhh that’s the uhm,” he gulped, his face turning redder “well you have to find slope, you’re gonna have to use uhh, rise over run equals the y angle over the x angle which is y to the second pow- dammit y/n”

you feigned innocence, squishing your tits against the table and up again and looked up to him, “what is it? are you okay? oh, kei, baby, you’re face is all red, are you hot?”

tsukishima closed his eyes tightly and opened them again to look up to the light fixtures, “dammit y/n you keep... i- it’s not your fault i just... you’re distracting me when you’re like that.”

“oh?” you giggled, “you’re getting all hot and bothered over little old me?” you continued giggling.

the taint of tsukishima’s blush was so apparent, there was no way to ignore it or try to hide it.

you looked under the table and your heart skipped a beat. the tent on his pants was apparent and growing. there is no way that he go hard over just that, is there? he had to have some kind of hots for you prior for him to react like that, right?

you squeezed you thighs together at the thought, to be caught by tsukishima’s gaze, you giggled and his ears turned red now.

“here’s the deal kei, i’ll help you out,” you started, the expression on tsuki’s face was priceless, there’s no way he heard that right, right? there was no way his beautiful and hot best friend since high school just offered to-

“but you have to help me first, you did say that you’d help me if i ever needed it right?” you continued, cutting off his thoughts.

“uhh, yeah i did say that.”

you smiled at the response.

“put on my bunny outfit that i have over at my apartment and i’ll help you out.” you smirked.

“a what?!?” if anything he didn’t even think you owned a bunny outfit, much less that you’d want him to wear it.

“a bunny outfit dumbass, i’ll put it on first if you wanna know how to put it on correctly, what do you say?” you asked, you gaze clouded with lust and a soft smile played upon your features that was in a way, almost predatory.

what the hell were you playing at? but the suggestion was far too intriguing. but the feeling of the thought of having his best friend suck him off felt wrong, you were his best friend since high school. he himself getting turned on and hard so quickly for you felt wrong. but the tightening in his pants pushed him over the edge that he couldn’t help himself to it. simply the thought of your pretty lips wrapped prettily around his-

“fuck it. i’ll do it.” he said, cutting off his thoughts once again, picking up his bag and standing up.

“a good choice.” you whispered to his ear before he fully stood up and brushing you hand against the bulge in his pants.

a soft groan fell from his lips, “fuck— y/n don’t do that.”

“fine, i guess i’ll save it until we get into my apartment, bunny boy.” you teased.

how you did it, you had no idea. but one thing was for certain, you got tsukishima kei in the palm of you hand to the extent that you were about to see him put on your bunny outfit in a matter of delicious seconds.

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Bliss

Pairing: Grell Sutcliff x f!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Grell's love language are gifts. And since you two haven't spent much time together, she takes you on a shopping date.

A/N: This is set in the era when the anime takes place, so the reader is feminine. I also used she/her pronouns when referring to Grell.

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Who would've thought that being a reaper would require so much paperwork? The last place one would expect bureaucracy was the afterlife. It almost made her regret how she chose to end her previous life. Almost.

Of course she couldn't bring herself to hate it completely. After all, it wasn't that bad. Just boring. Although that is an enormous understatement in her opinion. She just thinks she could be doing something much more interesting with her time than spending hours filling out papers being scolded by her higher-ups (ehm ehm William ehm ehm) afterwards, only to have to fill them out again.

The second reason was you. At the end of the day, when a very physically and mentally tired William told her to get out of his sight with a heavy sigh and she could finally come back to you in the middle of the night, when you were fast asleep and she could see the open book laying on your slowly rising and falling chest and the still lit candle as you tried once again to stay awake so that you could welcome your girlfriend home, it was all worth it. If she hadn't became a reaper, she would have never met you and at this point, such a life was unimaginable for Grell.

Unfortunately for both of you, you couldn't enjoy your nights together very well, because Grell was needed at work earlier than you had the will to wake up.

The first thing your conscious mind registered was the chirping of birds. Next was the sunlight on your eyelids, like an angry mob banging on a witch's door. You felt like you could lay there for the whole day, just listening to those beautiful sounds and feeling the light on your eyelids shift as the day passed.

You felt the space next to you with your hand, the action automatical and always with the same result. As your hand was met only with cold, ruffled sheets, you opened your eyes.

Sighing with disappointment that your momentary bliss was over, you made your way to your wardrobe to get ready for the day ahead of you.

As you sat in front of the mirror, touching up your face just a bit with makeup, you couldn't help but smile as your sight landed on your girlfriend's part of the cosmetic table. It would never be true bliss without her here, you though as the tip of your pointer finger lightly traced Grell's bright red lipstick.

A series of sharp knocks rippled through the air, interrupting the constant chattering of people and tweeting of birds flowing into the room through the open window. A melodic voice you knew all too well called out to you like a siren "Oh daaaaaaaarling!"

You got up from your chair with such force that you nearly knocked it over. But even if you did, you wouldn't have payed it any mind, for your thoughts were focused only on the person standing in the open door to your shared home. You rushed through the rooms, your heart hammering like a humming bird in your chest, your mind barely able to comprehend that this wasn' a dream. But when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend's bright red hair and her mischievous green eyes, you couldn't help but grin in glee.

Speeding trhough the hallway to close the distance between you two, you threw yourself at her, nearly toppling Grell over with the force of your attack. Her arms immediately snaked around your waist, bringing you closer to her. Pressing a kiss to your temple, she chuckled in your ear "My my, what a greeting. Wouldn't expect anything less from my love." and laughed some more when she heard a muffled "I missed you." coming from where you burried your face in her clothes. With another peck to your head, Grell let go of you, looking you up and down "I see you're already dressed. Marvelous! Well then, we've got places to be, chop chop!" She clapped her hands and turned you around and lead you where your shoes were.

You couldn't help but stare with a shocked expression on your face "Places to be? Waitwaitwait, slow down honey, tell me what's going on!" you tried to reason with her as you tied your shoelaces.

As soon as you straightened up again, Grell was immediately ushering you out the door with a sweet smile on her face. "It's simple darling, William gave me a few days off and since we haven't spent much time together, I decidedvto take you on a date. There's a lot of places I'd like to take you to and the day is oh so short." the redhead explained, purposefully leaving out the details, such as the way dear William let her take a few days off. You didn't need to know the details after all, it was all boring, some shouting and pleading here, some threats and annoying the superior reaper there. Bureaucracy. Boring and unimportant.

What mattered was the present. Arms linked, you two walked along the streets of London, chatting and giggling. Grell was very fond of showing affection wherever she went, to the point where it was almost inapropriate. But nobody really cared, since most people still saw your girlfriend as a man, despite her untraditional looks. It saddened you a little, that others did not see her for who she really was, but you supposed it was for the better.

Grell insisted that this date was albout about you. After leaving you alone for so long, even if not by her choice, she needs to spoil you. You told her you’re not mad at her, on the contrary actually, just to be sure she knows that and doesn’t feel like she has to do this for you. Your loving girlfriend only rewarded you with a beaming smile and assured you that it’s nothing like that and that you don’t need to worry, before resuming in showering you in compliments and praises, as well as gifts.

Yes, Grell really had the day planned out to a T. First, she took you to a dressmaker, the lovely lady seemingly expecting you already, greeting Grell like an old friend. She explained to you that she was a regular here and that you don’t need to worry about anything, because this lovely lady is one of the best seamstresses in the area. And she wasn’t lying. The seamstress discussed every detail of the dress with you, the fabric, shape and adornments. And while she took your measurements, Grell kept gushing and almost purring about how ravishing you’ll look in your new dress, how you chose a perfect colour that brings out your eyes and will surely make your skin glow and that she won’t be able to keep her hands off you, making you blush a nice red colour which she immediately complimented as well and in turn making the seamstress gush about what a cute couple you are.

Then you two stopped at a bakery to pick up some bread, which she let you pay for after some begging, and after that went to a nice, quiet park with a small pond where you two fed and watched different kinds of ducks and a pair of swans. Both of your hearts melted at the sight of small ducklings following their mothers in a line like toddlers in kindergarten on a walk. You pointed out to each other when a duck did something funny or cute, which happened very often.

Seeing those adorable birds eat made your stomach grumble. Grell looked over at your embarassed face and giggled “You should’ve said you were hungry my dear! I could go for some food myself.” she said thoughtfully, tapping a finger on her chin. And before you could say red, she was already tugging you in the direction of a restaurant that she wanted to check out for quite some time now, but was waiting for the right moment, so she could bring you along as well. The food there was nothing short of delicious.

Lastly she asked you directly if you’d like to go somewhere. You thought for a while, trying to come up with a way to reward her for this amazing day, you got a brilliant idea. “Close your eyes.” you instructed the reaper softly “And don’t open them until I tell you to.” Linking your arm through hers, you began to slowly and carefully guide your curious girlfriend to a flowershop you passed one day on your way from the market. You still had some money on you and figured you’d buy her some flowers, which you were sure would make Grell happy.

“Stay here, don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.” you said softly “And don’t open your eyes.” you reprimanded her jokingly. Grell for once did as she was told and stood exactly where you left her, rocking on the balls of her feet, until you stood in front of her again. She could tell, because you were wearing a perfume she gave you for Christmas. “Alright, open your eyes.” you told her.

As soon as that sentence came out of your mouth, Grell’s eyes flew open in anticipation. She was met with your face on which a cheeky smile had bloomed and it was clear you were holding something behind your back. You pulled out a bouquet of red spider lillies and blood red poppies with a soft ‘ta-daa’ escaping your lips. Grell switched her gaze from the gift you got her to your face, her eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun. She looked on the verge of tears, moved by the loving gesture. You took one lilly from the tightly tied up bouquet and put it softly in her hair “Looking beautiful as ever my love.” you cooed softly. Grell’s smile got even wider, if that was possible and before you could stop her, she was already pressing kisses and little pecks all over your face, enjoying your happy squeaks. An elderly couple passed the two of you, without either you or your girlfriend noticing, the man scoffing “Young people don’t know anything about manners these days...” While his wife patted him gently on the arm he had linked with hers and smiled “Oh leave them be Richard. We weren’t any different when we were young.”

Your legs were rather tired after the long day and you both agreed to go home. Even though this day was nearly over, you couldn’t wait for the next morning to come, so that you could have your morning bliss.

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I know this isn’t for everyone, but I was in the mood for some sweet sweet fluff

#Kuroshitsuji #Black butler #Black butler Grell #Kuroshitsuji Grell #Grell Sutcliff #Grell Sutcliff x reader #Grell Sutcliff x fem reader #fem!reader #fluff #date #wlw #wlw fanfic

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