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egcdeath · 3 years

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checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me.

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in.

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there.

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy.

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise.

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was.

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy.

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now.

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what.

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup.

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another.

——

It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you.

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side.

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent.

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t.

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale.

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You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you.

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries.

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared.

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper.

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

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The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home.

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance.

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell.

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious.

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.”

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat.

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case.

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you.

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times.

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm.

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall.

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat.

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…”

You nodded again.

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly.

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted.

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!”

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement.

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less.

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless.

You finally won.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #dark!reader #ransom drysdale x dark!reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom thrombey x you #knives out #knives out fanfic #siris5ksoftdarkchallenge

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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i have a very important question

so kate was like hey dude im poor and really need to marry this year because thats my last chance and if you are not srs abt this whole thing im kindly asking you to remove yourself from this narrative

but what did anthony think during this speech?

spill the tea bestie

Ahhhh I was gonna leave this for next week's chapter!

Kate: Hey are you considering marrying me? Anthony staggering under the weight of the enormous bouquet he's brought: Do you think I'm joking ma'am??????

You asked so nicely so I'll let you in on the secret. It's just us here right? (I'm saving the conversation between Edmund and Anthony for next week!)

Anthony had really waited as long as he could before making his way to Milner street. His father sighing Son, It's far too early. But he couldn't help himself, he had to go, he had to see her. His father's words had echoed in his head all night, shame settling in. The sharp, disappointed look in Miss Sharma's eyes haunting him whenever he closed his eyes. And though it was barely 8 o'clock in the morning he set off to make things right. He'd pounded on the florist's door until they'd opened, stuttering and stammering that he needed all the tulips they had, not just a lot. Every one that they had, arranged into a bouquet. The florist had looked at him as though he was quite mad but had done as he'd asked and 20 minutes later he was on his way again, staggering slightly under the weight.

The Sharma's butler, Mr. Winston looked rather alarmed as he opened the door, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly before he cleared his throat. "Mr. Bridgerton, the ladies of the house are still at breakfast." He said a little warily. Anthony felt his ears burn. Surely the staff had seen how he failed to accompany Miss Sharma home, likely gossiping about it. And How had she been yesterday when she'd returned home? Anthony's stomach swirled regretfully again. "Mr. Winston, I apologise for the early hour of my visit, but I must insist that you pass my card along." He kept his voice firm, despite the nerves rankling in his stomach. Mr. Winston sighed a little disapprovingly. "Sir..." He started. "Please, Mr. Winston." Anthony cut across him, brandishing his calling card as best be could with the bouquet between them. "I must request an audience with Miss Sharma. The elder." he clarified quickly. Winston eyed him sharply, assessing before nodding, stepping back and allowing Anthony to sidle inside. "You may wait in the Drawing Room Sir, and I shall see if she is available."

Anthony watched him walk away, turning towards the small front window that faced the street, taking deep steadying breaths. The words he planned to say running through his mind, rehearsing. Someone cleared their throat behind him. Anthony spun as quickly as possible, the weight of the bouquet unbalancing him a little. And there she was, like a spectre in the doorway. One arm tucked behind her, the other fist clenched, her lip caught between her teeth. Nervous and yet heartbreakingly beautiful.

“Mr Bridgerton, good morning.” Her voice sounded odd, a little wary. She had good reason to be. Anthony shook himself

“Miss Sharma.” He inclined his head in a soft bow, maintaining eye contact. “I must apologise for the early hour of my call, but I found myself most eager to rectify my actions yesterday afternoon.”

Kate Sharma stayed motionless, several feet from him, her eyes darting to his, he took and deep breath and forced the words from his chest before he lost his nerve entirely, his stomach rolling.

“I behaved abominably yesterday afternoon, and I am most certainly very sorry. I must ask that you accept these flowers as a token of both my regret, and continued admiration of you.” And still she stared at him, her hands clasped in front of her, fingers twitching slightly.

“I thank you for your apology, Sir.” Her voice was quiet, polite, her eyes cast downwards. Anthony felt a smile stretch over his lips, thrusting the bouquet eagerly in her direction. She looked so beautiful holding flowers. But she did not extend her arms to take them. Anthony's stomach churned.

“Are you refusing my bouquet, Miss Sharma?” He forced the words past his lips. Rejection sinking in. Of course she didn't want him. It had been difficult to imagine it in the first place, let alone now, when he'd been arrogant and prideful and downright unpleasant. She must have suitors lining up for her hand.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m going to do you the honour of being rather frank.” She started a little hesitantly. And here comes her rejection he steeled himself. He could face this, strong and proud like his father had taught him.

“Sir, as embarrassing as it is to admit, my family’s fortune is not great, and neither I ,nor my sister, can afford not to take our marriageable prospects seriously. And so, while I enjoy the somewhat odd friendship we have formed, I must ask you to keep your distance if all you enjoy is the challenge. So tell me, Mr. Bridgerton: Should I accept these?”

Silence echoed through the drawing room again. Anthony's mouth fell open, his mind racing, heart stuttering an uneven rhythm. Did she think they had been playing some kind of game? Had he not stated his intentions clearly enough? He had given her flowers, and he'd called upon her twice, taken her out to the park. Had he missed something? Some crucial step that would ensure his suit was acceptable. Why would she think he cared about her dowry? He had no need of it, and honestly, given her personality, neither did she. He had the oddest feeling that he would have married her even if he'd found out she would be broke tomorrow. As long as she'd keep looking at him like that. And , she'd said she enjoyed his company, was stating her position clearly, she wanted him to do the same. And Anthony would be damned if there was to be any further miscommunication.

“Miss Sharma, I find myself most aggrieved if you have in someway misinterpreted my intentions towards you these last days.But nothing would please me more than for you to accept these.” He refused to let his voice waver. His intentions clearly stated. Anthony held his breath.

Her arms finally, mercifully moved forward, gently taking the bouquet from him, their hands brushing slightly, sending a jolt through him. Anthony pulled his hand back quickly, his fingers flexing at his sides.

“I would be delighted to accept them.” She all but whispered, barely audible, as though she could hardly believe what had happened. Anthony's breath left him in an odd rush, a smile forming properly on hs lips now as softness settled in the air between them. Pretence dropped. They were beginning to understand one another, and as he looked at her there, the sunlight shining in her hair, casting red streaks through it, her smiles reaching right to her eyes, he thought that he'd quite like to spend the rest of his life trying to understand her.

#edmund lives au #when anthony met kate #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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haikyuucute · 3 years

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Saw your post about opening requests and I'd love to grab a spot :D Can I request for Lev where the reader takes the same train as him to get to school but they go to different schools and the reader has a huge crush on him and keeps doing outrageous/silly things to get him to notice? I hope this is okay, if not please let me know c: comedy/fluff if you please. Thank you very much!

Yay my first Lev fic!

These types of asks are easier for me to do as headcanons so yeah...

Thats what I’m gonna do

Anyway, let’s beginnnn

The moment you laid eyes on the tall goofy volleyball player, you were already hooked

Despite his intimidating size he just seemed so happy and friendly

The entire train ride, your eyes were glued on him, trying to figure out what school he went to based on his uniform

His stop had been first so you quickly pieced together that he attended Nekoma

From there it quickly became a routine

You’d get on the train in the morning

Stare at the cute tall boy until his stop

And carry on with your day, thinking about him

Until one day, you figured you were going to try and get him to notice you

The only problem tho was that you were shit at flirting💀

But you were an optimist, what was the worst that could happen?

.... Apparently a lot of things

A note

It was a classic and simple as hell

You stayed up all night trying to figure out what to write before unclimactically writing:

”Hi, I think you’re really cute — girl from the train”

You imagined like it’d be like in the movies

He’d search his bag for something, pull out the note and read it before looking around the train, locking eyes with you where you’d shyly wave back and look all cute

Or maybe he wouldn’t find it until he got to school and the next morning would look for the girl who wrote the note

Yeah well, it didn’t exactly work out that way

It wasn’t your fault he had to have such a generic looking bag!!!

As planned, you were able to slip the note into his bag when you walked passed him on the train where he was seated

The whole time you kept staring at him to see if he’d look in it

And well— someone definitely looked in the bag alright

Except it wasn’t him... and it wasn’t his bag💀

You could feel yourself immediately die from embarrassment as you watched the greasy looking junior high kid next to him pull out the note and read it, immediately looking up and making eye contact with you

You face palmed at the wink he sent

So attempt number one was a bust

So how about attempt number two?

Well, you found out he was half Russian

Apparently staring at one person every morning, you learn something here and there when you accidentally overhear their phone calls hahshshs

So you decided it would be an AMAZING idea if you confessed to him in Russian

You spent an entire week learning the phrase and practicing the pronunciation over and over again

This would be the first time you ever spoken to him and you didn’t wanna screw it up

Eventually you became confident enough to finally go through with it

You approached him

He looked down at you curiously, which made your nerves ten times worse with how cute it made him look

And you confessed

Once you finished he stared at you blankly

”What?”

Well... that was enough to make you die all over again from embarrassment tenfold

Haha...ha... he didn’t speak Russian

Ha... fuck

Ashamed, you muttered out a “nevermind” and it was suddenly back to the drawing board

Honestly after two embarrassing failed attempts you were figuring it was just not meant to be

But then one morning you noticed he had a volleyball

And well, when he got off the train

The volleyball was still there 👀

So impulsively you decided this was a good opportunity to get him to notice you

You’d quickly run off the train, return it to him, he’ll be grateful and thank you and maybe you could finally just tell him straightforwardly that you liked him and go back to the train before it left

Yeah time wise, you were being kinda dumb, but being a dumb bitch was kinda your brand🤪

But you quickly ran off the train with the ball in hand

He was easy to spot because of his height— the only thing is his legs were so fucking long he was already kinda far now

So you quickly ran towards him, shuffling past people in your way

Unfortunately for you, you were also a bit of a clutz as well

One miss step had you flying to the ground, volleyball flying out of your hands

however it ended up rolling slightly past Lev, who immediately lit up at the sight of it

He quickly picked it up before turning on his heel to see where it came from

And there you were sitting on the ground, gripping your knee in pain

He bounded towards you

”Are you okay!?”

You sighed softly— you just couldn’t catch a break could you:(

But you nodded and took the hand he offered to you

His grin grew, easily recognizing you

”Hey, you’re the cute girl from the train!”

”The... what?”

”Yeah! I didn’t know this was your stop?”

”Oh it isn’t— I just jumped off real quick to return the ball you left”

”Thank you! Yaku would’ve been mad if I lost it”

You had no idea who Yaku was, but you did know this was your chance to finally confess

”I’m-I’m sorry if this is weird but I... I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if you want to go out sometime”

Lev’s eyes widened

A cute girl was asking him??? On a date???

His teammates would never believe it

So of course he had to say yes, not only were you cute, but you seemed really nice too

“Yes, I would love to go out with you!”

”Wait? Really!?”

”Of course!”

You felt as if you could’ve passed out in relief and you knew you’d have a permanent grin on your face the entire day

”Hey, isn’t that your train?”

Your eyes widened as you turned around just to see your train already leaving

Ah... fuck

Bonus:

The team most definitely did NOT believe Lev when he said he had a date

And they DEFINITELY did not believe him a week later when he said he had a girlfriend

So when you walked into Nekoma’s gym one afternoon saying you were there to watch your boyfriend practice, they were all speechless

That was when Lev suddenly showed up in the gym and ran towards you excitedly

The team watched the two of you in growing horror and realization as you both went back and forth about each other’s days and how excited you two were to see each other

Especially Yaku

”Oh my god... there’s two of them”

#haikyuu #lev haiba #lev #haiba #lev haiba x reader #lev x reader #haiba x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader

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thetriggeredhappy · 3 years

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can I request sniper and scout planning a little secret symbolic wedding for themselves? its just self indulgent, since they wanna have this connection so they do a tiny intimate thing for the two of them but then all the two teams show up, ms pauling, sniper's parents and scout's family to celebrate too, and they all have a happy day

i dunno if this one will be coherent or and i dont have a joke for ya so thats where we’re at today

(no warnings)

He notices Scout looking at things just a little longer. Scout was a man of motion, of emotion, of elation, so seeing him pause, ever, for any length of time, was enough to pique Sniper’s interest. It had to be a big deal, of Scout was looking at it, and he prided himself on being observant.

So seeing the things he paused in front of—jewelry stores, boutiques, flower shops, at first it confused him, but then he saw what Scout was looking at in them. The flower shops had pretty arrangements right in front, labeled vaguely in some with phrases like ‘arrangements for your special day!’ and less vaguely in others as ‘wedding arrangements available’. The boutiques often with white dresses towards the front, and pictures of smiling couples nearby.

Little cards in the display of the jewelry store window proclaiming ‘engagement rings’.

It didn’t take long to piece together.

A number of issues were present. The concept of legal marriage alone was a big one. First because they were two men, one of whom was shaky in terms of immigration and two of whom were shaky in terms of being legally defined as criminals of the highest degree, potentially legally dead in some ways, and certainly smart enough to not walk into a courthouse. Besides that, the paperwork involved, the idea of getting either of their families around when Scout’s family was constantly on the wind in at least one corner and his own hardly on speaking terms with him, the heartbreak—

But Scout paused when he looked at the engagement rings.

Sniper was increasingly exasperated and helpless against the little voice in his head that seemed to watch out for Scout’s well-being, that said, well, couldn’t he at least try and figure something else out?

So it took some thinking. Some rehearsing his words in his own head. Some justifications being made, torn down, analyzed and readdressed with a clearer mind. And he came to a decision.

And when he next got the chance, he called his mum and had a talk with her about a lot of things, so many of them at least a decade and a half in the making. And she didn’t understand, not at all, not on that first phone call, not on the second. But on the third she took care to assure him that she would try, she really would, she really would, and finally gave him permission to use the old family heirloom engagement ring.

And it was subtle and sudden when Sniper proposed. Scout was sat on the steps of the camper, using Sniper’s pocket knife to pick mud out of the soles of his shoes, and Sniper took a seat next to him, plonked a pair of bottles between them. Scout leaned over to bump their shoulders together, grinning at him, and Sniper smiled too, started drinking his own.

Out clear on the horizon line, most of the clouds hadn’t quite blown far enough to obscure the sun. It would be setting soon, and then Scout would be off to eat with the rest of the team and Sniper would get to his own routine. It was a nice night, though.

Finally Scout flicked the knife closed, tucked it into his pocket best he could, reached for the bottle still sitting next to him, popped it and started drinking before it could foam over (he didn’t know how it always did that, he just had awful luck, apparently).

Sniper finished his own drink before Scout could get very far into his own. Stared out across the desert.

“You good?” Scout finally asked, picking idly at the label. “You seem, uh... I dunno. Sad, maybe. One’a those?”

“No, er... just...” Sniper tried, cleared his throat. Now Scout’s eyebrows were raised. “Nervous, is all.”

“Oh, one’a those,” Scout said, and frowned when Sniper shook his head again, drawing a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. “Is... is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sniper nodded, took another deep breath. “Yeah. Just...”

He paused for a long few moments. Reached to fish through the pocket of his vest, held his closed fist out to Scout. Scout freed up a hand to hold a hand out, palm-up, still frowning, and pulled it back to look at the item Sniper had dropped in his palm.

Blinked. Blinked. Sniper gulped, wishing he had a drink still, something to help with how dry his mouth had gone all of a sudden, watching Scout’s expression carefully.

“Oh,” Scout whispered. Barked a laugh, like shock more than humor, the volume abrupt. “Oh.”

Sniper gulped hard again, looked away, looked back. Scout’s expression didn’t change in the time he wasn’t watching it. “You seem, er... surprised,” Sniper said carefully.

“Well, yeah, duh, yeah, I didn’t—“ Scout said all in a stumbling rush, and took a breath, and seemed to hold it. His eyes hadn’t moved from the ring since he first saw it. He blinked a few times, barked that laugh again. “I didn’t think you’d want...”

“I do,” Sniper said, voice tight, and Scout looked up at him for the first time in a while, and his eyes widened in even more surprise.

“Oh, shit,” he said quickly, seeming to finally register the nervousness, the fear, the worry, and he surged forward, hands on Sniper’s shoulders, one wrapped in half a fist around the ring. “I, yeah, yes, I, yes to the—yes! I’m—“

And then he kissed Sniper, hard, almost bruising, and it didn’t get particularly far before it was broken by another huff of air against Sniper’s lips, and when he pulled back Scout’s grin was a little weak.

“Just never thought you’d ask me, not in a million years,” he admitted.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry,” Sniper teased, entire body awash with a sense of relief.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re the one with the watery eyes here,” Scout scoffed, and kissed him again.

And they both made sure to note that they knew there were more conversations to be had, but those could wait until both of them had a clearer head again, which took damn near a week and a half, both so much more giddy than they’d expected to be, then another week when Sniper next saw the ring, hung on a little chain usually tucked beneath Scout’s shirt, worn around his neck apparently since the day he got it.

He liked the word fiancée more than he’d expected to, and he’d expected to like it a lot, and even then, Scout seemed to like it even more.

And Scout admitted half his surprise up front had been because he himself had no real idea how this was going to work, it was just that the idea of being married made him really really happy. He liked weddings, loved weddings, loved the idea of... of settling into something. That really, marriage was the only kind of settling down that he’d ever liked the idea of. And even if it was just... just something quiet, just the two of them, that was fine by him.

And Sniper had nodded, and there had been a pause, but then suddenly Scout spoke up again with a ‘but, I mean, my Ma is always going on about wanting to see me get married, so I kinda have to invite her to whatever we do’.

That was a good start for the plans they had. No particular pressure on it, really, considering they decided not to tell anyone at first. Sniper started trying to figure out where might be a good place to hold... something, maybe not a whole ceremony, but something. Scout started trying to figure out where to get a suit, and where Sniper could get his own tailored, but they weren’t in a rush, and a few months passed without making much progress at all, nothing even feeling like it had changed except that now Sniper would catch Scout fidgeting with the chain he kept the ring on and grinning.

The first real change came when someone else noticed too.

Pyro, stood in-between matches and pointing at the chain around Scout’s neck as he switched into a less charred shirt and mumbling a question, made Scout stammer. Scout stammering made most of the team turn to look. Then more of them saw the chain there, saw the ring there, and some of the more perceptive ones pieced together a few things rather quickly. It was Demo who first said something, outright asking ‘is that an engagement ring?’.

A beat of silence where all were frozen, then the voice over the intercom rang out telling them they had ten seconds until battle, and Scout was off like a shot towards the gate.

In his absence, eyes turned to Sniper instead, who proved to be even less helpful in that he stuttered his way through all ten of those seconds and the team had no choice but to follow Scout’s lead and leave it for later.

Sniper was hoping that he’d be able to escape the team’s questions after battle if he could make it through the Resupply room before everyone else did. But he realized very quickly that would also mean throwing Scout to the proverbial wolves, and besides that, he couldn’t run from this forever. So instead he kicked around the Resupply for a few minutes waiting for the team to come back from chasing down the other team in the humiliation round, and wasn’t entirely surprised when Scout was one of the first back, expression tight with nerves up until the exact moment that Demo and Soldier came wandering in, elbowing at each other and chatting at well above speaking volume.

Neither of them, apparently, had much to say, besides Demo clapping Sniper hard on the shoulder and proclaiming that it took them long enough, and Soldier brushing off their ‘fraternizing nonsense’ in favor of continuing his argument with Demo. Pyro was in the room next, talking and gesturing enthusiastically, and while Scout was trying to translate to Sniper the Engineer came in and shoo’d Pyro along, telling them to mind their business, albiet with what Sniper would almost refer to as a proud smile aimed in Scout’s direction. Medic and Heavy were in the room next, and all that Heavy seemed to be confused about was the legality surrounding marriage between anyone besides a man and a woman in the United States, with Medic attempting to explain but also largely clueless to the actual logistics of the thing. Spy only stuck around long enough to quip that it was a little ridiculous for any of them to worry about legality of all things, which Sniper wasn’t entirely sure how to interpret.

Demo, across the room, in the middle of trying to unstick his jacket from himself with all the mud coating one side of it, quipped that he’d better be invited, and asked what he had to do to get the best man position. From there, a series of what Sniper interpreted as mostly jokes followed, the team chiming in about their attendance, including a number of them laughing that they weren’t exactly allowed in any churches and Pyro insisting that they wanted to be the one throwing the flowers (and no they would not in fact set any on fire) and Heavy saying that if they couldn’t find a good glass to stomp on then Medic had plenty of spare beakers that he wasn’t using for anything, much to the doctor’s protest.

This became the team running joke for a while, was everyone constantly bringing up the wedding. When Spy stomped into the room fuming because of another perfectly good shirt ruined by the base’s washing machine, the Engineer quipped that oh no, what would he wear to the wedding now? When Soldier got into an argument with Pyro, Demo referred to it as a spat between groomsmen. When Sniper was acting particularly cranky one day (not his fault, the base’s coffee machine was awful and they really needed to replace it one of these days), Spy muttered into his tea that it was a shame Scout had to put up with such a bridezilla, a joke Medic chortled about well into the afternoon.

It might have gotten out of hand around the time that poor Pauling had to hear about it, just trying her best to oversee delivering a set of brand new weapons and explaining their assorted bells and whistles, accosted through her entire explanation by jokes that this was a bit extravagant for a wedding gift, that hopefully she’d at least get time off to attend the reception, that competition for maid of honor wasn’t exactly steep but she’d probably be winning anyways, until finally she snapped that if Sniper and Scout were actually going to get married then they needed to note that on their upcoming contract renewals but to otherwise stop talking to her about it so damn much.

This, Scout said, is when he started feeling bad for not talking to his Ma about it yet. Miss Pauling knowing he was getting married before his own mother felt wrong, he said, and so he spent the afternoon steeling himself to make the phone call.

From the combination of relief and vague dismay on Scout’s face when he came back, Sniper could tell something was up, and it was with a number of pauses in the middle of speaking that Scout explained that he’d barely gotten through the news before Ma had started calling over various brothers to tell them the news too, each taking a turn on the phone to get halfway through some kind of third degree that they needed to pass along to Sniper before actually congratulating him, each asking when they’d need to get down there for the wedding in turn. Apparently he’d accidentally called when some of his brothers were over for dinner, and so he explained to Sniper that word was as good as out, because as much as he loved his brothers, not a single one of them could keep their mouths shut to each other.

And so they both sat down with a calendar and had to pick an actual date for a wedding.

Altogether, the date they picked was a little over a year since Sniper proposed, which felt appropriate, and only a few months from then, just long enough for Scout’s brothers to get time off of work. They decided against a whole entire proper ceremony with a priest and vows and all, mostly because legality being an issue, they didn’t have much a reason to stick to tradition. A few things would end up sticking, though. They’d have seating, because Sniper’s mum wasn’t up for standing around for long periods of time anymore and one of Scout’s brothers had that bad leg and cane from his time in the army. They’d dress up for it, because Scout was truly looking forward to that part, to looking nice on the actual day. Vows weren’t necessarily going to be on-script, but they’d both take a moment to say something to each other, and there would be a kiss, and then they’d have a bit of time set aside for if either of their families brought up any traditions they truly wanted to do. And, of course, there’d be some kind of party afterwards, because they both knew that the team would make there be a party afterwards either way.

What they didn’t expect was how quickly the team jumped to help as soon as they mentioned they’d set an actual date in stone to some degree. The Engineer was quick to offer to help with setting up chairs and tables, carting things around if they needed it, having a truck and all. Soldier was happy to offer suggestions for if they wanted catering, having eaten at and subsequently been banned from every eatery in the county, and Pyro started baking at an until then unprecedented clip as they tried to find the exact right recipe for a good wedding cake because they had to have a wedding cake and it had to be perfect. Heavy, to his credit, pointed out a few logistical issues with having the wedding, namely that it couldn’t be anywhere on the base and that they weren’t allowed in the town of Teufort, and Demo was so kind as to offer up his own house and property, given that it had so much space and he knew his mother wouldn’t mind it and besides that, it was a very pretty place.

And then Spy found in the mail the magazines Sniper was looking through when trying to pick out something suit-adjacent, and he could tell Spy was gearing up to really lay into him about it before Sniper pointed out that Spy should really just stop snooping through other people’s mail, and by the next day he found a pair of order forms in his camper on the table, almost entirely filled out except for a few of the fields regarding things like the color of the suits and payment information.

And then he and Scout were trying on suits, and figuring out which hotels were close enough for Scout and Sniper’s families to stay in, and looking at flowers, and figuring out how many days they should schedule off of work and whether the team would be doing the same—

—and then it was the week before, and one night Sniper found himself standing in the camper with Scout, late at night, half-exhausted and stressed out and more terrified than he’d expected to be, arms tight around Scout’s waist. And Scout held on just as tight, and inhaled, and exhaled, shifting with that breath in Sniper’s grip. And Sniper found himself breathing out apologies, so quiet they didn’t quite catch against the grit in his voice, for causing such a fuss about all this, for things getting so out of hand. And Scout had laughed, had squeezed him tight in arms usually used for hurting people to instead give him so much comfort in that moment, and said that he wouldn’t want it any other way. Anything else and it wouldn’t exactly feel like them.

And the two days before the wedding stretched out infinitely, a mix of terror and impatience lacing his every move, and then the day of the wedding itself felt like it took no time at all.

The sun didn’t quite beat down upon them, a blessing even with them wearing simple vests as opposed to full suits, a scattering of cloud cover making the heat bearable and throwing the sunshine out away from them. And the grass around the DeGroot residence was slippery in the morning, slick under their shoes, and Sniper watched nervously across towards his mum and dad as his dad squinted suspiciously around at things and his mum patted him consolingly about only god knew what. And one of Scout’s brothers had brought a camera and was dashing around taking pictures, and most of the team had managed to dig up assorted formal wear, and the Engineer bustled trying to make sure everything was set up just right as Soldier helped Pyro with carrying the frankly ludicrous cake towards the table somewhere. And on one side was Scout’s family, all rowdy, and on the other was the team, even rowdier, his parents squashed between and being vaguely protected from the team by the more generally responsible ones (namely Heavy, who Sniper’s father clearly approved of in some way for being so imposing, and Spy, who Sniper’s mother approved of on the basis of him being entirely polite). And Miss Pauling was there much to Sniper’s surprise, claiming that she was meant to oversee off-base activities (although he suspected she just wanted the time off and was glad to watch the final nail go into the coffin of Scout’s long-gone infatuation with her). And Medic was so kind as to let Sniper know the other team had left a present at the base for them that morning—assuring him, at his alarmed look, that it was merely a prank dummy bomb set to tick as loudly as possible within the packaging, and a note thanking them for the free time off. That was as much a relief as the cloud cover.

And then the ceremony itself happened, so long before Sniper was ready, as if he could ever truly be ready. And he’d seen Scout’s vest already, but not worn, not standing across from him with a glitter in his eyes and a watery smile and hands fidgeting nervously with grip tape that wasn’t there, face red. And Sniper’s hands were sweaty and clammy, and his voice cracked from the very first word of what he had been rehearsing in his head over and over since he proposed, but the way Scout’s expression shone with pride and love had made so much of that nervousness disappear, and he couldn’t find it in him to be nervous, to worry about the team.

He didn’t have it written down, felt that note cards would make this feel stiff, and he wasn’t all that good at writing down his thoughts regardless. But Scout was sniffling by the end of it, and his own voice had gone rough as he just barely kept it together, so he at least knew he was doing something right.  And Scout didn’t have anything written down either, and when his turn to speak came, there were a few long moments where Sniper worried he’d blanked, forgotten what he wanted to say. But Scout got there, voice surprisingly steady, surprisingly level. And he didn’t remember all of it, but he remembered some in the middle.

“I still can’t believe you love me, that you wanna stay with me for as long as we can, that you trust me and care about me,” Scout said, “but I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try so hard, and I’m gonna do whatever I gotta do to make sure you know I love you too, every single day, and to earn it. I promise. That’s what this is, is me promising. I promise.”  And that’s when Sniper broke, the first tears falling, needing to wipe at his face gingerly with his sleeve and accompanied by a general ‘aww’ and chuckles from the crowd of loved ones gathered there, and Scout smiled all the wider.

And Sniper did end up stomping on a glass (not one of Medic’s beakers), and both of them were all but showered in assorted confetti by the family they’d somehow gathered over the years, and there was eating, and dancing, and drinking, and dancing, and by the time the sun started to set down beyond the horizon line he found himself stood there with Scout in the middle of it all, kissing him over, and over, and over again, each and every one a promise that he very much intended to keep, come what may.

“I love you,” he said, again, again, and Scout never once stopped smiling.

#sniperscout #speeding bullet #tf2 #team fortress 2 #que?#shut up me #everybody talks #my fanfiction #its just pretty gay overall fellas

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theyneedtobangstahp · 4 years

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Stray kids reaction to you falling asleep on them

First reaction and request !!!

Requested by @taeyongsweave :>

Genre:Fluff !

I got the gifs from pinterest so credits to the owners !! I kinda didn’t proofread ? I’m sorry if there spelling errors :<

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` C H A N ▪

Staying up until 3 am to finish homework while having a date the next morning with Chan was a bad idea. You wanted to finish the homework as soon as possible so you won't be stressing out while on the said date with Chan, so you pulled an all nighter just to finish it. What are you doing for a date? Oh you know just gonna watch the sunrise on the beach, and running on at least an hour of sleep before you two go was kind of a bad idea. You tried staying awake during the car ride there, listening to upbeat music, ordering coffee, and talking to Chan about everything so you won't get sleepy. But that 1 hour of sleep was really taking its toll on you.

"Baby? Are you okay? Are you sure you don't want to take a nap? We still have like 50 mins until we reach the beach, you can get some shut eye while we're still far." He says while gently squeezing your thighs.

"No, its fine. I wanna stay awake so you have company baby." You say as you take a sip of your coffee. "Okay baby if you insist. But when you really can't help it just sleep okay? I'll wake you up when we get there."

50 minutes went by and you guys arrive at the beach, not a lot of people are there to watch the sunrise so it was great for you both. Chan puts the blanket on the ground and you both sit together. You put your head on his shoulder and get comfortable while he rests his hand on your waist, drawing patterns absentmindedly while you both were staring into the ocean. "It's really peaceful here." You state as you hear the ocean waves and birds chirping. "Yeah, especially when you're here." He says while kissing the top of your head. You smile at this and you both enjoy the comfortable silence while waiting for the sunrise.

Minutes passed and Chan could see a little bit of orange peeking out from the horizon. "Babe look." He states while stealing a glance at you. But he notices your eyes closed and your soft breathing prominent against your chest. He chuckles at this, he told you to sleep while you guys were in the car, and yet you didn't listen. But Chan loved you very much so he decided not to wake you up, instead, he pulled you closer to him, kissed the top of your head and made sure you were comfortable, took out his phone to remember the moment and made it his lockscreen. All while thinking how you were so cute while you were sleeping and having the yellows and oranges of light paint your face, did he truly thank you for choosing him and not someone else. Chan truly loved you with all of his heart.

` M I N H O ▪

After a long day of school, all you wanted to do when you got home was crash on your bed and sleep the whole weekend. That was the plan. So when you got home, you didn’t expect Minho on the couch (which he kinda made into a fort that looks really comfy) with pizza on the table with your favorite drink and a movie ready to be played.

“You’re home!” He says while standing up and hugging you, his (now yours also) 3 cats also welcoming you home. You hug him back and nuzzle your face in his neck. “I’m so tired.”

“I know baby, thats why I made this. Now go upstairs and change into your pajamas, we’re gonna relax all weekend, we deserved it.” He pecks your lips and gently pushes you into your room to change. 5 minutes later and you guys are cuddled up on the fort he made, with Soon-ie, Doong-ie, and Dori also snuggled up next to you guys. You put you head on Minho’s chest and he starts patting your head. Both of you watch the movie, but halfway through it you feel your eyelids drooping and you really wanted to fight it because times like this with Minho were kinda rare because of both your busy schedules. But you can’t help it, everything was just so relaxing and comfortable, and before you knew it you were asleep. Minho kinda didn’t notice at first because he was so immersed in the film but when he asked you a question and didn’t get an answer he glanced at you and noticed you were fast asleep. He just kinda looks at you, not in a weird way, in a wow-I-really-love-you-and-I-kinda-maybe-wanna-spend-my-life-with-you kinda look. You just looked so adorable and soft, and his heart was melting more when Dori cuddled up to you from behind. He can get used to this, days where you guys were just relaxing with the cats, like a family.

` C H A N G B I N ▪

Changbin and you were only on the first stages of your relationship. You guys haven’t even had your first kiss yet. You both were just really shy because you liked each other so much, and God forbid if he saw you sleeping. Nope, you weren’t letting him see you sleep. It’s cause you had this habit of opening your mouth when you sleep, and for you it was not flattering, especially when you drool, for you it was your least favorite part about your sleeping habits. Why can’t everyone just sleep cutely? Like the ones in the movies. So when Changbin invited you over to the dorms and you stayed there until 1am, he insisted you stayed the night.

“No, It’s fine Binnie, I can walk myself home, it’s not that far.”

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my baby walk alone at this time of night? Come on babe just stay, please?” He says while giving you a cute pout. Who can resist his pout? No one. “Okay fine, but I need to borrow some clothes, I didn’t pack any. Also no funny business okay.”

“I promise. I respect you so much that no funny business will happen without your consent, okay ?” He leads you to his room, which he shares with the other boys, kinda uncomfortable because a handful of the boys will see your sleeping face, but you can just sleep facing the wall and hope that you won’t move as much through the night. You change into changbins sweats and tshirt, which was really big on you but he insisted that it looked just fine. Okay now you guys were kinda facing the ceiling, yes, both of you were. As I said you both were on your first months of dating so cuddling or even sharing a bed was very new to the both of you guys.

“Uhm.. Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Kinda? I think I’m gonna sleep on my side so I can get comfortable. Goodnight Binnie.” You say and kiss his cheek, turning to your left side.

“Oof, Changbin won’t get cuddles tonight, I owe Seungmin money now.” Minho states as he looks over at both of you. “Shut it.” Changbin says giving Minho a glare. Minho puts his hands up and faces the other side. You chuckle at this and internally apologize to Changbin.

Next morning rolls by and Changbin can’t feel his left arm. He was confused as to why, but when he saw you next to him and hugging his torso, while your mouth was open, looking like a literal angel to Changbin, he didn’t mind too much. He lets you sleep a few more minutes, just admiring your beauty and being thankful that he convinced you to stay the night.

“Awww, why you gotta cuddle? Now I owe Minho hyung money.” Seungmin says as he peeks inside the room. “Quiet, Y/N is still sleeping.” Seungmin glances at you and laughs a little. “Are you sure she’s asleep? Kinda looks a little dead to me.” Changbin Chucks a pillow at his face which makes him leave the room. “Don’t listen to him baby, you look really cute right now while you’re sleeping.” He says while moving away stray hairs that was covering your face. As if you could hear him, you smile while you were sleeping and Changbin could feel his heart beat ten times faster because of you.

` H Y U N J I N ▪

Sitting on the dance studio's couch at 1 am wearing Hyunjins oversized sweater and shorts was not what you expected your friday night would be. Hyunjin called you over at midnight asking you to come and keep him company while he practiced the new choreo that was taught. You being crazy, agreed and went to where he was.

An hour passed of him doing the same move, you got worried. You knew that when Hyunjin over exerted himself he would get sick. And you didn't want him sick. He was extra clingy ang whiny when he got sick. Not that you minded, it was just you didn't get to finish anything when he was sick cause he will trap you in his arms the whole day.

"Hyunjin I think you should rest. You've been doing that move for over an hour. You're going to get sick if you don't rest and drink water." You say while already holding his bottle of water. He looks at you and sees just how small you looked wearing his sweater. He can't just say no when it comes to you.

"Okay-" He stops the music and walks over to you. "-just for 15 minutes though. I really need to get this one right." He sits next to you and gets the water bottle that you were handing to him. Giving you a peck on the cheek as a thank you. You rest your head back and close your eyes.

"Wake me up in 15 minutes okay? If I hear the music playing again or hear your sneakers I will drag you out of here and take you home." You say to him.

"Ooh, my baby is feisty tonight." He jokingly says. "Okay y/n I'll wake you up in 15 minutes. But I think you'll get a stiff neck if you sleep like that. Why don't you put your head on my lap? So that you're comfortable and it ensures that I stay here?"

"Nice thinking babe." You say as you put your head on his lap. He pats your head to help you fall asleep faster. "Oh when we get home you need to shower right away okay? We can't risk you getting sick." You say and shiver a little because of your exposed legs.

Hyunjin notices this and reaches inside his bag. Pulling out a jacket, he unzips it and puts it on your legs.

"Okay baby, will do." He continues patting your head, and soon enough he can hear your light snores and the subtle twitching of your fingers. Small habits that you have when you sleep. You looked so cute like this. Although Hyunjin was kind of sorry because he asked you to go to the studio at midnight.

"I can't believe you went here wearing shorts. What if some creep saw you? I won't be there to protect you." He frowns at this. "I'm sorry Y/N. Next time I'll just go home and cuddle you where you can sleep comfortably." He admires you for a couple of minutes, not realizing that his head was slowly leaning back and his eyes closing. The day of dancing was finally gaining up to him. Next thing you guys knew, it was already morning and Hyunjin was was hot to the touch.

"You didn't get to shower! Now you're sick!" You say to him.

"Hehe, I'm sorry baby." He says innocently smiling at you.

`J I S U N G ▪

Jisung was on the bed on his phone, playing with the other boys. While you on the other hand was drowning yourself in homework for the past 2 hours. Jisung actually came home 30 minutes ago and kissed your cheek then played on his phone. He knew not to disturb you so much when you were doing your homework because when you got motivated to do your work, you don’t take a break, because if you take a break, you will procrastinate the whole day so you just hope to finish your work before 5pm so you have time to cuddle your boyfriend. 30 minutes later you close your book very loudly and practically throw yourself on Jisung who was still playing on his phone.

“Boyfriend I now acquire attention.” You say as you cuddle his chest with his arms around you so he can still continue playing the racing game. “Wait baby one more round with the boys and I’m all yours.” minutes passed and you felt your eyelids get heavy. All the hours of being slouched on your desk answering the homework really got to you. You snuggle closer to Jisung, your face squeezed on the crook of his neck. You give him a peck there before closing your eyes.

Jisung closes his phone and puts it on the bedside table. He bear hugs you and kisses your crown. “Should I wake you up? Nah you look cute right now, I can’t wake you up now.” He says in a baby voice to your sleeping form. “I can like scream right now and wake you up? A fun way to wake someone up, don’t you think baby?” Jisung was a weirdo. He moved you a little so he can entangle your legs together. He puts the blanket up to your chin to ensure that you won’t get cold and hugs you closer.

“I can’t do that to you baby. You look so cute when you sleep I can’t possibly ruin it by screaming into your ears. I love you so much sweet dreams sweetheart.” He says as he places a last kiss on your head and drifts of to sleep with you.

` F E L I X ▪

Being bestfriends with Felix was very tiring, in a good way. He was always hyper and a living meme. Everytime you were with him was like being with a 6 year old with a sugar rush all day. But thats why you loved him. Yep, you loved him, you don’t know when it started, maybe it was when he brought you to your favorite cafe when you got a bad score to cheer you up, or when he smiles at you and waves when he sees you in the distance, or maybe when he does this dance when he wins a game and he sometimes asks you to join him dance. Maybe it was all of it. So when Felix texted you that he was coming over you started preparing when he was gonna come to your house. Preparing by putting on lip tint and washing your face to look a tad bit presentable.

“Woah, are you wearing lip tint? You never wear lip tint at home though?” He asks as he takes off his shoes by the door. “I was having a little selfie session before you came?” You said, well by the way you said it, it kinda sounded like a question. “Really? Send them to me, I need a new homescreen.” You stop at this. “I’m your homescreen?”

“Well, yeah, who else would be my homescreen? I saw your phone, and I was your homescreen so it’s normal right?” Ouch yeah, it is normal, you both were bestfriends for so long that this was normal for you guys. “I mean, sure, I’ll send them to you.”

You both go to your room and he jumps on your bed. “So what do wanna do?” He asks. “Weren’t you the one that invited yourself? I thought you had a plan?” He shrugs at this. “I’m just winging everything at this point Y/N, mostly with maths, yeah that one, I’m really winging that one.” You laugh at this. “Want me to teach you?”

“Aren’t you also kinda failing math?” “Look lets just watch a tutorial or something so we both learn.” You say as you get your laptop and put it at the end of the bed. “But thats boring, I came here to spend time with you, not learn.” You pass him your notes and put your head on his lap. “Look, I’m not failing math, I’m good at it, average at best, but you. All I can say is you need this more than I do Lix. So just watch one episode and I’ll just be here monitoring your work.” You say as you pick a lesson that you previously had at school. “And why is your head is on my lap?” He asks. “Cause it’s comfy, now go and learn!” You say as you play the video. Felix seems to be immersed and learning things cause he was writing stuff on your notes and answering the questions the video asks. Kinda boring now because you didn’t expect Felix to actually answer them. So you decide to take a nap while he was preoccupied.

“Hey if x is equal to 82 then the answer would be-” He glances at you and sees that you were asleep. He stops the video and puts the notebook down. “What are you doing to me Y/N?” He asks himself in particular. Felix had this crush on you, and he definitely knows when it started. He didn’t really know if you also had feelings for him, he doesn’t wanna do something that can make things awkward so he just keeps his mouth shut. But while you were looking so cute sleeping on his lap, he just can’t help but take a picture. So he does, he takes a picture of the mirror on the front of your bed and puts a hand on your head. “Cute” He says as he makes it his lockscreen photo, saving the homescreen for the selfies you were gonna send him later. Maybe one day he’ll confess, but while he doesn’t have the courage yet, he’ll just admire you from the sides.

` S E U N G M I N ▪

You and Seungmin woke up extra early today because he invited you over for a beach day with the boys. When you guys arrived, they were all ready to jump in the water, but you being the mom in your friend group stopped them.

"Guys! You haven't put on sunscreen yet!" You say as you wave the sunscreen up. They all stop halfway through and runs back to you. You laugh at them of how cute they look right now. Once they were done they bolted back into the water.

The boys left you with Seungmin. "I'll help you set up babe." He says while grabbing an umbrella from you.

"No! I'll set up while you-" You take the umbrella from his hands. "-have fun with the boys. This is rare that you guys get to have a rest day, and let alone do it on the beach. So you leave this to me and you go have fun with the boys." You say while pushing him near the ocean.

"But-"

"No buts! Now go have fun!" You turn away from him covering your ears to show that whatever he says will not make you change your mind. He smiles at you, even though you weren't looking at him, then runs over to where the boys were, joining in on the fun.

The day consisted of you taking care of the boys. Making sure everyone ate well and applied sunscreen again before going in the water. After lunch, Seungmin came up to you, all wet because of the ocean.

"Come on Y/N join us!" He says while trying to get you up from your sitting position on the blanket.

"I'll stay here Seung. No one will look after our belongings if I join you guys so I'll just stay." You say trying to convince him.

"Chan is gonna rest for a while, he can watch our things while he rests and you can join us. Come on we haven't even taken photos yet." He says pouting at you. How can you resist the pout? You agree and he takes your hand in his and runs to the water.

You guys have fun splashing around all day. When it was time to leave, everyone was exhausted. The drive home was silent, apart from the calm music that was playing on the speakers. You and Seungmin were at the back, your head on his shoulders and his head leaning on yours.

"Thanks for inviting me Seung, I had a really fun day." You say while closing your eyes. The tiring day taking its toll on you.

"I'm glad you had fun babe. But all you did was look after us. I really appreciate that babe, but I feel bad that you only got to enjoy the beach for a few hours. You set up everything and even grilled for us! I'm really thank-" He stops mid sentence cause he notices how your head was hanging lower and lower from the bumps that you guys were passing by. He holds your head and sighs. You probably were very tired from all the things you did the whole day.

He felt guilty, but when he looked at the photos you guys took, he saw how your eyes were sparkling while splashing him with water, and how your smile was so big when you guys managed to bury Chan in the sand. He smiles and holds your hand, whispering something to you even though he knows you can’t hear him.

"I love you very much."

` J E O N G I N ▪

Jeonginie, sweet baby uwu.

So you and Jeongin were really good friends. Both of you became close because some of your friends were friends with his friends. So you guys kinda had this big ass group that did everything together. Hence the weekly movie night at one of your friends place. You guys squeezed next to each other, feeling awkward cause you both weren’t used to being this close. Everyone was immersed in the film, except Jeongin. The poor boy couldn’t think straight with how close you were to each other. The only thing running through his head was “Oh my God, oh my God, can they feel my heart beating so fast? Am I too tense? What if they think I’m weird that I’m just sitting here? Of course you’re just gonna sit Jeongin you’re watching a movie.” He continues to have thoughts like this running through his head, not thinking about the facial expressions he was showing.

“Are you okay Innie?” What were you doing to him? When you said his nickname he felt like his heart was gonna combust. “O-oh? Y-yeah I’m good.” He says while sitting straighter than before. “If you say so.” You say and face the tv. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder and I kid you not, he almost malfunctions. He was so red and he was shifting so much that you thought he wasn’t comfortable, so you took your head off of his shoulder. “Sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“No it’s nothing like that y/n. It’s just.. Look it’s fine if you do it I don’t mind.” He awkwardly reaches for your head and puts it on his shoulder. You get comfortable and Jeongin is still kinda tense but you don’t mind. 10 minutes later he feels your head was slowly slipping from his shoulder, he gently holds your head and adjust his seat so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder while you were sleeping.

He looks around to see if any of your friends notice what was going on and breathes out when he sees that everyone was still watching and paying no mind to both of you. He gently caresses your hair and appreciates how peaceful you look right now. Damn, he was whipped for you and for you only. He doesn’t notice it, but he eventually falls asleep too. You both wake up when hushed whispers and the sound of clicking is heard around you. Not to mention a flash that was so strong it almost blinded you by how close it was to your face.

“Jisung! We told you to take the flash off!” You hear one of your friends whisper. “I’m sorry I thought I had it off!” Jisung says. You open your eyes and the sight that greets you is your friends and their phones close to your face.

“What are you guys doing?” You say as you rub your eyes. “You and Jeongin just looked so cute while sleeping we needed to take pictures.” She shoves her phone to your face and you have to admit, you guys do look cute together.

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fieldsofmoonshine · 3 years

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Always Been You

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x fem!reader

Warning: alcohol, some angst maybe

Notes: Reader is a vampire

Word Count: 1857

Five-hundred-fifty years. Five and a half centuries. Thats how long you had been alive now, your existence prolonged as you had the fortune, or misfortune to meet Niklaus Mikaelson. He made it his mission to annoy you, or befriend you. It was the same thing in the end and you loved every second of it, you had asked him to turn you and he complied with a laugh.

You two worked completely in tune, where he made a mess you helped. His siblings grew to like you over time, Rebekah liked having a girl around, Kol liked that you would spend time with him as well. And Elijah, well he liked everything about you, and you liked everything about him but neither of you acted on it.

The problem was, you both prioritized Klaus, always. His friendship meant more than the thought of having Elijah and Elijah was afraid he’d lose his brother and you in the same moment should he ever act upon his feelings.

Elijah and you were both clueless, Rebekah knew within a week, Kol soon thereafter. Klaus had noticed your wandering glances once he had introduced you two and he had despised it. Not that Klaus had romantic feelings for you, he liked being your friend, but he did not want you to chose his brother. At first. Then those wandering glances for a few days had turned to years, both of you smiling more around each other. Or the way you’d make some comment of whomever Elijah brought home, and he would do the same about you.

In New Orleans when Elijah met Celeste, you convinced Klaus to bring you on a blood bender, for two months. When it was done, you brought home a random werewolf, proclaiming it to be love but that didn’t stop Elijah from shutting himself into the room at the far end of the house during the nights to prevent him from having to hear someone else loving you.

Klaus had despised the thought of you and his brother together, until he broke the hybrid curse, you had helped him through it all. Followed him to Chicago, followed back to Mystic Falls. Comforted and partied when Mikael tried to kill him, with Rebekah’s help. Defended him when his own family went to disown him, you chose Klaus over Elijah.

Which brought you to the moment, Klaus and you lying outside on the back lawn, a bottle of Champagne each in your hands, but it was certainly not the only drinks you had during the last hour.

”Nik,” you rolled over to your stomach to look at him with a smile. ”Can I ask you something?”

”Mhm,” he answered, taking a swig from his bottle.

”Do you think I will ever be loved?”

”What?”

”I mean, I am in love,” you slurred slightly as you rolled over to your back again. ”But no one loves me, I just lie awake wondering if he misses me like I miss him.”

”Y/N,” Klaus looked at you, tears brimming your eyes as you took a long swig of your drink. ”You are loved.”

”Yeah, but not in the way I love him,” you groaned and hiccuped, in the back of your mind making sure you wouldn’t tell him who you meant. ”You obviously have something with that blonde, and you’ll be happy and in love and happy,” you sat up. ”And I will be here, unloved, alone.”

Klaus watched you as you walked away, the bottle tight in your grasp as you made your way into the mansion before disappearing behind the walls. He sighed as he thought about it, you deserved the happiness you clearly desired and he would not stand in your way anymore.

***

You leaned against the bar, watching the room filled with people talking with bored eyes. Mystic Falls was completely dull, nothing happened that you enjoyed and somehow you had been roped into some no-feeding-from-locals deal the Mikaelson’s had made with their mother.

Even if you tried, and you did, you couldn’t help but find Elijah in the crowd. He was close to the stairs, talking to a girl named Jessie, you mentally groaned. Jessie was a resident at the hospital, blonde long curls, bright green eyes and the most gorgeous purple dress you had ever seen. If you could make the girl disappear without a trace at this very moment, you would.

You scoffed to yourself before downing a glass of champagne, and asked for a refill. Soon, Elijah would hold some welcome speech and a dance would be started, probably a waltz, you knew this family and like clockwork the Mikaelson’s gathered on the stairs and Elijah held his speech.

Your eyes followed him as he returned to Jessie and asked for the dance with a smile so charming you wished it would melt the girls face to a puddle instead of making you weak at the knees.

”You’re not going to dance?” Kol approached you with a smirk, earning a glare.

”No,” your answer was curt, angry as you looked past him. ”Bother someone else.”

”I was just offering, darling, not everyone get’s a shot at me.”

”I think that’s where you’re wrong,” you answered and grabbed a new glass from the bar. ”Go.”

Kol huffed before going to another girl, asking her for the dance and smirking in your direction as you rolled your eyes. As most of the other guests you walked into the ballroom, watching as the waltz started.

You shouldn’t stare, you reminded yourself before you looked at Elijah and Jessie, smiling, laughing, flirting. The clump in your throat forced you to swallow a few times before making your way out of the ballroom and over to the bar again.

***

Esther’s speech was both boring and useless, you thought as you leaned against the wall. The only reason you hadn’t left yet was that you in fact lived in the bloody house, and you only wanted to draw a nice bath before throwing your own self pity party.

”You don’t look too satisfied with the evening,” Elijah joined your side with a small smile, looking at you.

”Well, I am dateless, drunk, and in a bad mood,” you answered and rolled your eyes. ”You seem like you have things going with Jessie, at least one of us will be successful with the night.”

”I guess,” Elijah answered and looked at the blonde, she was beautiful, but she was not Y/N, Elijah thought. You nodded before sighing and pushing away from the wall.

”Excuse me,” Elijah thought he heard the slightest tremble in her voice, and in a way he hoped he had caused it, that she was jealous, that she wanted him. But she didn’t, why should she?

Elijah sighed as he swallowed his champagne, before walking through the crowd, feeling tired of being surrounded by people. He slipped in the hallway under the stairs and out to the back patio, he looked up at the stars and closed his eyes. You were pressing your body towards the wall, holding your legs close to your body hoping he wouldn’t notice you there. You were miserable enough. He almost didn’t see you as he turned around, but he did, his dark eyes meeting yours. Filled with tears and shaking as you clenched your jaw shut.

”Don’t,” you stated as you saw the concern which would lead to questions you didn’t want to answer.

”I’m your friend, Y/N,” Elijah stated and kneeled down beside you, sitting down on the ground. You should have known right there, that Elijah wouldn’t sit down on his tuxedo if he didn’t care deeply for you. ”Tell me what’s wrong.”

You hesitated, looking at him before sighing. You had kept Klaus from figuring it out when you were so much drunker, so why not Elijah, right? ”I’m in love, and he wants nothing to do with me.”

”His loss,” Elijah answered with a smile even though his heart broke, hearing you had feeling for someone else. ”You’re amazing, Y/N. Your smile could light up cities on its own, not to mention your laugh or the way you tell your stories for so much longer than you need to, always mention that little detail you deem oh so necessary.”

You chuckled slightly and looked down at your hands. ”Yeah, well too bad he can’t see how much I care. Not that it would matter, his family wouldn’t approve.”

”Why not?”

”I— don’t worry abou—”

”Because Y/N is worried I will leave you in a box for the next century and leave her on her own,” Klaus stood in the doorway with a conflicted frown on his face. ”You two are unhappily in love with each other and seem to be the only ones who doesn’t know,” your eyes widened with each word, looking straight ahead to avoid looking at Elijah.

”Nik—”

”Don’t worry, Y/N,” Klaus stated and smiled at you before backing into the mansion. ”You’re a true friend.”

You sank back against the wall as he disappeared, Elijah sat frozen beside you only staring straight ahead.

”He’s wrong, right? You’re not actually in love with me?” You asked after a few minutes, looking at Elijah.

”I don’t lie, Y/N, and I could agree with you but it would be one of the worst lie I had ever told,” Elijah answered and turned to look at you, expecting a look of disappointment or disgust. ”I’ve always loved you, since I met you. It’s always been you.”

”I’m in love with you too,” you said quietly, Elijah nodded not knowing what to say. You laughed suddenly and stood up. ”I’m in love with you, Elijah.”

He smiled at you as you held your arms out for him to grab, pulling him up from the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and smiled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

”I love you, Elijah,” you repeated, Elijah looked at you in awe, not understanding the words leaving your lips. Your lips which were so close he could feel the air leave your lungs, he moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek and smiled wider as he leaned in to kiss you.

His lips melted against yours, feeling them on you at last made your entire body fill with butterflies and tingles. Your cheek heated under his hand as you pulled yourself closer to his body, deepening the kiss.

”Finally,” you pulled back from Elijah and looked down the hallway to see Rebekah standing there, she smirked as you subtly gave her your middle finger before returning your attention back to the man in front of you.

Elijah kept his criticism about your way of dismissing his sister inside, instead he wrapped his arm around your waist and pushed you back against the wall his body kept you closed in while you felt his breath fan against your face.

”Kiss me again,” you whispered, smiling as Elijah once more placed his lips against yours in a soft yet passionate kiss.

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rreeaahh · 3 years

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Arms Tonite | draco malfoy

Arms Tonite - for @vogueweasley ‘s writing challenge (inspired by the song)

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (ravenclaw)

words count: 10k - lyrics in italic

summary; your relationship with draco went from strangers, to lovers, to strangers again - but it broke the barrier between life and death.

warnings: the word “mudblood”; swearing; death eaters; voldemort; death of a character; some fluff; angst; kinda sad; slow burn; blood mention; (that’s all i could think of, please let me know if there are more!)

a/n: im so so so sorry if thats too long, my loves! i got carried away by this idea - i had it in my mind for so so long i used @vogueweasley 's writing challenge as motivation. again, congratulations mere! You're one of the first writers ive followed here, and I'm happy to see your blog growing❤️

“Can I sit there?” you asked softly, embracing the pile of books to your chest. They were all for your Potions’ essay, where you really wanted to excel, only to prove Professor Snape what you were capable of.

Since the first year, Snape turned out to be a walking nightmare for all the students in the entire castle, especially for the ones who hadn’t a green tie around their neck. Being a Ravenclaw, the desire to know more was a normal thing for you: always asking questions and making assumptions only to gain more information made Snape grow a feeling of hatred towards you. He’d externalize that hate by giving you extra work, asking you questions you had no idea to answer, criticizing your skills in front of the class – basically, everything he could do to embarrass yourself and to show your classmates that you weren’t as smart as you wanted to introduce yourself.

“What?” the boy asked in confusion, his fingers squeezing the silver quill he was using to take notes from a booked that seemed to be about Transfiguration – a subject where you were at the top of the class, as Professor McGonagall told you proudly.

“I asked if I could stay here,” you repeated in a quiet voice, not wanting to disturb the rest of the people who were struggling with their work. “All the tables are taken and that’s my spot, usually,” you added when he frowned his brows, scanning the room.

“Yeah, whatever,” he said careless, going back to his piece of parchment. “That’s my spot usually, too, but I haven’t seen you here,” he whispered as you sat down, in front of him.

“I don’t think we share classes, so I think we don’t go to the library at the same time. But maybe it could be our spot from now on.” Your explanation made the blonde boy look away, his cheeks running paler while the skin of his neck, revealed by the crack of his unbottoned shirt, seemed to burn.

The silence fell on you two, the room being filled only with whispers and quills running their ink on the papers. You really had to impress Snape with that essay, you had enough of his comments and ugly looks – he was a great teacher, a very skilled person, but he had a horrible way to be human – that if he could be considered a human being. Deep down you feared Snape – his cold eyes, his fluttering cloak and his loud steps: all of that gave you goosebumps all over your body. Thinking of those you felt your breath tangling up in your throat, and the letters started to dance in front of your eyes. At first, you looked around the room, searching for the Weasley twins, but it wasn’t a prank: it was the stress which took control over your mind, playing tricks and messing with you. Your throat was dry, and every time you tried to swallow your saliva it felt like you had sand in your mouth. Your tablemate seemed to notice your discomfort, because he looked at you under his eyelashes, his right brow raising in confusion or annoyance.

“What are you doing?” he asked, now looking at you without any reservation.

“Hm?” you buzzed, making eye contact with him. You couldn’t figure out if he was surprised by your daring glare, or intimidated or amused – he only kept on looking into your eyes, not revealing any true emotion.

“You keep on swallowing and it looks like you’re drowning or something.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” you smiled politely, which made him go back to his work. But when you kept on acting like you couldn’t breathe, he dropped his quill on the table and look like you with frustration. “What?”

“You’re distracting me, obviously,” he rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to focus, so keep quiet or leave.”

It was very rude of him – in your opinion – to talk to you, a complete stranger, like he could give you orders; especially when you did nothing wrong.

“Me too,” you sighed, “It’s only that…” But you stopped in the middle of the sentence, reminding that you didn’t know who you were talking to, and he probably didn’t care.

“Only what?” he asked, making you look at him again. His face was blank – relaxed, like he was an emotionless metal can.

“I’m not that good with Potions, so I’m struggling a little bit,” you smiled with shame, not knowing exactly why you felt that way admitting you weren’t good at something.

“We all are struggling,” he said like it wasn’t a big deal, pointing to his Transfiguration book. “Some of us on simple things, I see,” he commented after he took a sight at the books you chose and the big title you wrote on the parchment.

“Then maybe we could help each other,” you proposed, smiling at him in a friendly nature. He didn’t seem to understand your idea, given the frowned brows and half eyes that were starring at you. “I’m good at Transfiguration, the best if we’re to follow McGonagall’s words, so I could help you if you help me with my Potions essay.”

He took a moment to think, looking back and forward to your books and his, to your parchments and his – yours were filled with paragraphs and his were decorated with meaningless drawings. “I only need some notes, it’s not fair to do your whole essay in exchange of some stupid phrases,” he said like you were trying to fool him.

You chuckled and leaned back on your chair. “Yeah, nothing’s free,” you smiled, “Ok, then I’ll write your notes and you’ll write me the main ideas – after that I’ll write it on my own.” He stayed thoughtful and quiet, looking at your face; you tried hard not to run your fingers to your cheek, searching for dirt or anything that had him starring. “Deal?” you asked.

He held out his hand in your direction. “Deal,” was his only response, waiting for you to conclude the pact. And you did – you gently shook his hand, the skin of his palm feeling smooth against your own, like he was using lots of lotion every night before going to bed. But it was a nice feeling, which led a wave of warmth all over your body along with a good premonition about how he’d do your homework and him, in general.

The two of you switched your belongings, the only item that wasn’t switch being the quills – he was holding his like it was the biggest treasure he ever had; and maybe it was, you thought. Maybe it had an emotional story and he wanted to keep the quill only because of the memories it hold, but maybe he was only careful with what belonged to him. You never really had anyone to help you with your work – when you were a child your parents encouraged you to keep on trying by yourself in order to succeed, and you grew up avoiding other’s help, only to prove them that you could do it alone. After a while, in your third year of Hogwarts, you wanted to be helped, but it seemed like your older housemates were too busy and the ones your age were looking for you to help them. So, to be in the library on a Friday afternoon, helped by a boy you never crossed paths with before seemed like a new – and somehow exciting – experience. It was nice to write on the parchments which had their edges and corners filled with something that seemed to be flowers or some kind of plant with curled leaves. You often asked him questions about what you should or shouldn’t write, and depending on his answer you’d write down more explicit notes, as he kept on commenting how many useless things you’ve wrote in your essay by far – but he was funny, telling you that you should give Snape the essay the way it is so maybe you all could be lucky and get rid of the sulky teacher sooner than expected.

After some time, they boy looked at the silver watch on his left wrist and put down the quill. “My study time’s over,” he announced and you also put down the writing instrument, handing him the papers you tried to write as eligible as you could. “That’s all?” he asked and scoffed.

“Actually, I have more things to add, but…” You tried to say, but he already began to gather his things, closing the Transfiguration book and folding the parchments. “We could meet tomorrow, or Sunday,” you proposed and also got up when he did. You tried to make eye contact with him one more time, not paying that much attention to the height difference between you two.

“Again?” he spoke, fulfilling your wish. His eyes were mesmerizing – such a light blue, reminding you of a sunny sky.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want – it would be beneficial for both of us to finish what we started.”

And he thought that way too, because the next day he was already in the same spot of the library, all by himself, trying to decipher the entangled letter you wrote the other day. “Maybe Snape doesn’t like you because of your handwriting,” he said when you sat down, making you smile and chuckle – an action that caused him to have a little smile in the corner of his lips, too. And those smiles continued to grow on your faces, because besides the theoretical information you two changed, there were also a little funny comment slipped through the conversation.

“See you tomorrow?” you asked while gathering your things, because that time you were the one who needed to leave earlier.

“I can’t,” he simply said. “I have to study.”

“Isn’t that the reason we met here today?” you laughed, “To study together?”

“No, we met today to finish our deal – which is pretty much done,” he explained in a plain voice, pointing to the pages in your hand. The structure of the essay was done; you only needed to put it all together and his Transfiguration notes were enough for him to understand better the subject.

“Oh,” you said in a whisper. “Yeah, right, thank you…” you smiled to him, whishing that he’d realize that you two never introduced each other properly, but he only returned the smile in a polite way.

“You’re welcome,” was all he said and went back to his book, trying to put head to head the theory you made and the information from the book.

That Saturday you left the library with a strange feeling of loneliness – he was a stranger, but he helped you concentrate and also helped you with something that – maybe – was the most important opportunity for you to shut Snape’s mouth. That day flew by without you even realizing, but at night you found yourself thinking about the boy who tapped his fingers on the wooden surface anytime he’d search for the right words but couldn’t stand a strange breathing near him, and a pair of iced eyes was present in your dreams, doing nothing more than watching you with all the possible emotions mirroring in them.

“How was your weekend by far, Hermione?” you asked the girl only to break the strange silence between you two. She was looking for a specific book, and it happened to bump into her when you came to the library to continue your work.

It was a few hours after lunch, on a sunny Sunday when most of the students preferred to study or to simply hang out in the courtyards, lying on the grass. It wasn’t very weird that you had to deal with all those stares when you went to the library on such a beautiful day. You weren’t a bookworm or a nerd, but it was a special thing and you really wanted to have it all done by the end of Monday at least, so you wouldn’t be loaded with other things.

“It was… acceptable,” she responded and shrugged, going back to look for that book on the selves. “As acceptable as it could be a weekend spend in the company of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley,” she continued and you laughed. She was the brain of that trio, and it might be stressful to be their friend – but you were pretty sure it wasn’t that horrible since she stayed by their side for so long. “What about you?” she returned the question, giving up on her searching as she couldn’t find the right book.

Hermione followed you to your usual table, situated in a corner of the room, where the rays of sun came through the wide window and lighted all the pages. You sat down, leaving aside the parchments for some moments of chatting with your friend. “It was… fun,” you smiled, “I was here two days in a row doing homework.”

Hermione laughed while flipping the pages gently. “And Ronald says I’m the one who needs to sort out her priorities.”

“No,” you rolled your eyes, “It was fun because I had a study buddy. It was really nice,” the explanation made the girl leave her book and watch you with sudden interest. You knew Hermione wasn’t the type who gossip, so her attention was pure curiosity.

“Who?”

“I don’t really know,” you sighed, a little disappointment in your voice as you looked at your fingers, which were unconsciously tapping on the table. “We never made a proper introduction.”

The Gryffindor girl played with the zipper of her hoodie, looking like he was trying to remember all the persons who ever entered that room. “How was he looking?”

Handsome was the first word you wanted to say, as a joke, but a discarded book landed on your table, right on top of your papers and made you looks at the person whose shadow was covering your face.

“What is she doing at our spot?”

“Malfoy,” Hermione growled with hatred, “I don’t think your father bought the tables in the entire library, too,” she said and made the boy look at her with as much venom as a snake could carry.

So he was Malfoy – the mean boy Hermione would mention from time to time, the one who’d always have a harsh word to tell Ron and the one who despised The Chosen One so much. Your timetable never interfered with their, and you’d usually spend your weekends and breaks with some classmates you were friends with, so you never really crossed path with that Malfoy boy. You knew about him, but you didn’t know him – not until then.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Mudblood; learn to speak only when spoken to,” he said in a mockery tone, his eyes going back to you.

You looked at him, and then at Hermione, who seemed to search in you something you couldn’t actually find. “Well?” he repeated, but there was no response from you.

“What does he mean, Y/N? Your spot?” she asked, her voice cracking at the end.

“He’s… my study buddy,” you spoke and Malfoy raised his brow at the appellative, while Hermione froze.

“I’ll leave you with your study buddy, then,” she whispered to you and left, not before taking the book that was thrown on the table by the Slytherin boy.

Your hand was shaking when you grabbed the quill, going back to finish the essay that you started to properly write last night in your dormitory. “Yeah, take my scrap, you filthy Mudblood,” he commented and watched Hermione leave. He then sat down, in front of you, slightly pushing away from him the chair were your friend sat some seconds ago. “Don’t tell me she’s following you around like a little puppy,” he laughed and you looked at him in confusion.

“She’s my friend,” you simply said.

The confusion was now on Malfoy’s face. “Friend?” he scoffed.

“Don’t you have friends?”

“Plenty,” he responded quickly. “But my friends have my back when I’m in an argument.”

You shrugged and looked down again to your essay. “I’m a neutral person, I’m not picking sides,” you explained. He watched you write without any other interruption, but you were feeling weird to be aware of his presence in your perimeter and being as talkative as a fish. “What are you doing here?” you asked as you wrote your name at the bottom of the last paper. He quickly grabbed them all, smiling at your expression.

“I made some free time to come and read our final product.” He went back to be silent, his blue eyes running from left to right in order to read all the things you wrote more calligraphic, only thinking about his comment and about the nice letters he used to make the summary yesterday. “It’s good,” he said proudly, like it was his own.

“Really?” you asked shyly, not ready to have a criticism on that yet.

“Yes, I see you kept some of my phraseology,” he smiled in a kind way, returning the parchments to you.

“It was really well structured,” you laughed and ran a hand through your hair, blushing when you saw him starring intensely at your face – you really wanted to ask him if there was something on your face.

“It’s perfect, Y/N,” he repeated, “Snape can’t say otherwise. It’s nearly as good as mine are,” he assured you. His response made you laugh loudly, gaining some hissing from Madam Pince; your hands went to your mouth, covering it, and the boy looked at you with amusement.

“Thank you, Malfoy,” you whispered, scared to talk even in a quiet way. You knew how much the librarian hated the loud students, and you really didn’t want to be one of them. To be on her blacklist was something no one really wanted.

“Call me Draco,” he asked and got up. “I have to go, but I’m sure your work will be appreciated tomorrow.”

“It’s for Friday, actually.”

“So you had a week to do it, but you did it right away?” he laughed this time, but he seemed careless at Madam’s Pince hiss.

“What?” you pouted, already annoyed by his laugh. You knew what he was going to say, and it made you somehow ashamed.

“Nothing,” he said to your surprise, “It’s just that… I’ve never seen somebody to be that ambitious when it comes about school.”

“So you don’t make fun of me,” you thought out loud, making him chuckle again.

“Why would I make fun of you for being a determined person?” he asked and you returned his smile, more shyly, and waved him goodbye as you saw him walking away.

It was the last moment when you saw Draco Malfoy – Monday morning you looked for him in the Great Hall at breakfast, lunch, dinner and even after classes – but due to the large amount of students, he was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t put a foot in the library, because you stayed there awhile, doing your homework or reading – more like pretending to do any of those – but he never came. It was like he was swallowed by a big black hole and forgotten by all the people in Hogwarts. Nobody near you mentioned his name, and you didn’t dare to ask Hermione about him after the ‘study buddy’ situation. She said it was all fine between you two, because she knew about your neutral personality. It was simple: you never got into fights yourself or got involved when other people would argue – it was simple that way. You asked her if she was alright after Draco said all those things to her, of course, but when she told you it was alright you didn’t insisted more.

Friday came faster than you had thought and you were quite nervous to hand Snape your essay. All your classmates wished you good luck, even if they were in the exact same situation as you were – not quite the same, actually, because you were the only one asked to stay over class so the Potions Master could have a word with you.

“You wanted to talk to me, Professor?” you asked when the rest of the students left you all alone with Snape, who sat in the front of the class, hands crossed over his chest and a frowned look on his face.

“Obvious,” he spoke in his monotone voice, coming closer to your desk. “What is this, Miss L/N?” he asked, throwing in front of you the essay, all the pages spreading on the table.

“My essay, Sir,” you told him confident, already preparing your speech about how hard you worked on it and how he couldn’t say it was a piece of trash.

“Your essay?” he asked serious, and then he faked a laugh. “I think you mean Mister’s Malfoy essay,” he then handed you another parchment, with Draco’s name on it, neatly written.

You read a few phrases from his work, but there was nothing alike between them aside some expressions – the ones Draco observed you kept from his notes. “I didn’t steal his work, Sir,” you said in a quiet voice, not daring to look him in the eyes. You didn’t need to do that to know how mad he was.

“You didn’t steal it, you copied it.”

“No, I…” but he already made up his mind. He asked you to leave, informing you that you’d get more work to do, along with a week of detention.

Your blood was boiling and you only wanted to scream how much you hated everything: how much you hated Snape, for being a prick, how much you hated yourself, for not being able to do your own homework alone and how much you hated Draco, for ‘helping’ you and then disappearing – but he didn’t disappear, because he was in the end of the corridor, all by himself, his hands on his trousers’ pockets, standing in an elegant posture leaning on the wall. The dark always present on the Dungeons made him look paler that he seemed in the library’s sunrays, but the blue of his eyes was still remembering you of the clear sky in the moment he heard your steps.

“Y/N,” he greeted you from afar, a little smile growing on the corner of his lips. “How was…” but you didn’t give him the occasion to finish his sentence, leaving the dark corridor in a hurry.

It was odd that after a week of thinking only about him, about the blue of his eyes, about the way his voice would seem lighter when he was holding back his laugh, about the cute way he’d smile only a half of joy, you ran away from his presence like he was your worst nightmare when, in fact, he was present in your sweetest dreams.

It was your desire to be alone the one which made you isolate yourself in your room for some good hours, crying and hitting the pillows, throwing them in the walls and then gathering them, only to throw them again. You felt the way Snape’d describe your skills, work or everything you did: trash – you felt like trash. You thought about going to dinner with your housemates when you heard them leaving the Common Room, but you realized that Snape’s face, eating at the teachers’ table would’ve turned your stomach upside down. So you stayed there for another hour, thinking about everything and nothing in particular; you just knew that you were sick of it, sick of everything and you just needed a break.

And that’s what you did: you took a break. You left the dormitory only undressing yourself from the blue robes and went running on the empty corridors. When you left, you weren’t sure where you’d go – but you found yourself in the Astronomy Tower, watching the entire yard and the environs of the castle. The sky was painted in pastel colors, the sun bathing in the red color of the lake. It was beautiful and you wanted nothing than to be the same with all of it.

“I hate it all!” you screamed looking up to the sky, closing your eyes. “I hate Severus Snape!” you screamed again, opening your eyes and looking down. It was a long, long way to the bottom, where the cobbled paths would wait. “I hate that he managed to make me feel so useless,” now you whispered, tightening the metal balustrade between your palm until they became white. You shook the metal as hard as you could, but it stood still; the effort left you breathless, but you still managed to scream from the bottom of your lungs: “I hate myself!”

You had no idea where that came from – it was the first time you thought that way about you, but it felt very honest. You hated how much pressure you’ve put on your shoulders and now that you were too weak to carry it all, you felt worthless. The only thing you knew was that you were crying, so hard that your sobs didn’t let you hear the steps approaching you in such a hurry. The force of the hand that grabbed your elbow was unexpected, making you stumble on your own legs. The warm feeling immediately invaded your whole body as soon as you fell in a pair of arms, which were holding you hard enough not to fall to the ground.

“What the hell were you doing, Y/N?!” he screamed, the image of his face being blurred because of the tears in your eyes. You blinked a few times and there he was: Draco Malfoy, with a worried look on his face but with the same beautiful blue eyes.

“Draco…” you whispered and grabbed the material of his white shirt, “What are you doing here?” you managed to ask without your voice cracking.

“You didn’t come to dinner, and after the way you walk away from earlier…” he said and became paler, “But what were you doing? Don’t tell me you tried to…”

But you shook your head in negation faster than the words he said. “No, of course not,” you said trying to convince yourself more than him. “I was just… having a moment,” you explained and withdrew from his arms, hugging yourself to calm down.

“What happened, Y/N?” he asked again and touched your shoulders, his hands burning the skin under your uniform shirt.

“Snape said I copied your essay,” you succeed to whisper after a long silence, the tears coming back into your eyes.

His brows went lower, his mouth in a line. “Have you told him that I helped you?”

“No,” you said, now crying again. He wiped away a tear that rolled on your cheek. “He told me to leave before I could say anything, and now I have detention a whole week.”

“Sh, sh, sh,” he hummed as he pulled you back into his arms, one of his hands laying on your back as the other one was caressing your hair. “You don’t need to cry,” he spoke gently and his movements became clumsy as you cried even harder. “I’ll take care of it, Y/N,” he assured you and suddenly, your tears dried up.

“What?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“I… I’ll talk to Snape about it,” he repeated, “It’s not fair to act that way towards you when your essay was so good.”

All the parts of your body were screaming to kiss him only because he was that near to you. But you were too puzzled up to even hear those screams in your head. “You’ll get in trouble too, Draco.”

“No,” he smiled. “Let’s say that Snape owns my father one,” he smiled devilish, and contrary his expectations you smiled like you haven’t been crying until then.

“But why are you doing that?” you laughed and tried not to freak out because he was still holding you.

“So you could own me one later,” he continued to smile even after you hit them slightly in chest. “What? Nothing’s free, remember?”

You bit your cheek, trying to hold back a smile. “Yeah, sure.”

“So we have a deal?”

“No,” you said and raised a brow. “We have a deal only if you don’t get yourself in trouble by talking to Snape or, even worst, getting me into a bigger mess. You need to succeed in order to have a deal.”

“That sounds like a deal to me,” he smirked and ran a hand through his blonde hair, which seemed more like gray in the light given by the moon.

“We have a deal, then,” you laughed and tighten up a bit the grip on his shirt.

“Don’t ever stay that close to the edge again,” he asked you and you could see the same feeling of anxiety on his face. You nodded your head in agreement and he hugged you again. “You scared the shit out of me,” he confessed.

It was the first time in your life when you felt that somebody was truly worried about you. Your parents would’ve just watch you break down and then get up and try again, telling you that it’s the normal way to educate yourself. But that night, in his arms, you felt that you weren’t the same lonely child. It was a warm feeling, a feeling of a new burning in your heart. And it was a nice feeling.

I fell in your arms tonight / I fell hard in your arms tonight / It was nice

You agreed to meet Draco the next day in the Astronomy Tower half an hour before the dinner would finish and you were surprised to see him already there, welcoming you with the same somehow evil smirk he had the other day.

“You own me one,” he said without even waiting for you to say something. “Snape told me he’ll forget about the detention, but you need to make some rephrasing on your essay.” He was proud of his manipulative skills and you could see it in his eyes – there was a little sparkle as you approached him.

“Good job, Draco,” you said smiling from an ear to the other. “I guess I own you one.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

You look over the skyline and went closer to the balustrade, Draco following you closely even after you sat down on the stone floor, your legs hanging on the outside. You seemed to be secure enough, so Draco sat down and looked at the sunset as well.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You already did,” he puffed and you punched his shoulder, smiling.

“You’re an idiot, you know what I mean.”

“Why am I an idiot?” he asked and turned to face you with an ugly look.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” you told him quickly. “I call my friends that way when they say something dumb but they’re funny at the same time,” you explained, ashamed that you offended him.

He was silent for a moment and looked at the lake again. “My father uses that term to talk about incompetent people,” he said and you looked away from his face.

“I guess it’s a way to use it, too,” you spoke shy.

“Why do you want to ask me?” he changed the subject, removing the awkward tension between you two.

“Why did you called Hermione Granger that word?” you asked cautious not to upset him with your curiosity.

“That’s what she is,” he said nonchalantly, “She’s a Mudblood, and she is inferior to us.”

“Only because of her blood?” you laughed. “And how do you know I’m not inferior to you too?”

“I made my research on you before talking to you again,” he shrugged.

“She’s superior to both of us in many ways, Draco,” you told him and looked at him in the moment he did the same. “She lives in another world at the same time she lives in this one,” you explained, “We were born surrounded by magic and that’s our only way of living.”

He lour. “Why do you say that?”

“I take the Muggle Studies class,” you smiled proudly.

“Why would you do that?” he scoffed. If you ignored his mentality on that subject, you could say he was really cute.

“It’s interesting,” you started. “They have many objects we have no idea about and they have fairy tales about anything – they’re kind of superstitious.”

“Superstitious?” he asked like he was curious and not like he wanted to mock you.

“Yeah,” you said and got up. “Maybe I’ll tell you about some superstitions one day.”

“Tomorrow night,” he asked you and got up as well.

“You want to know more about Muggles?” you laughed.

He shrugged. “It’s your chance to prove me they’re not inferior to us.”

“Ok,” you smiled and took the challenge.

You left the Tower walking by his side, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized that he walked you to your Common Room door, wishing you a goodnight. The next day Professor Snape wanted to talk to you again after class, this time apologizing for the way he managed the situation, but you could tell he wasn’t very pleased with what he was saying. When the dinner was nearly finished, you could see Draco leaving the Great Hall without looking in your direction and you knew it was the signal to get up and do the same thing after some minutes. You thought it’d be better if nobody would know where you were going and with who.

“Ready to learn about Muggles?” you asked him with joy as soon as you got in the highest place in Hogwarts.

“Whatever,” he laughed and rolled his eyes.

You brought a book you got last year on your birthday from Hermione, a book about a lot of things the Muggles believe in. You read out loud some pages and Draco only sat next to you, listening. It was somehow therapeutic to read in front of him because he didn’t disturb you, he even looked like he was enjoying it.

“So they even have a specific flower for when somebody dies?” he asked out of a sudden. He was really paying attention.

“Yeah, in some countries,” you smiled. “In Italy, France or Belgium – where it’s made the best chocolate – the white chrysanthemum is well known to be brought at somebody’s funeral. But they also represent loyalty and devoted love, so I think it makes it even more beautiful. They’re my favorites,” you smiled.

“A flower that represents the death is your favorite?” he laughed, making you roll your eyes. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’ve never seen a chrysanthemum, and that’s something, considering the fact that my mother has a gigantic garden.”

He was often talking about his mother and you deducted that he’s a mummy boy – it was cute to know that he loved his mother dearly.

“I would love to see it,” you smiled politely.

“Maybe you will,” he said and caught you by surprise. “I mean, maybe you’ll see a garden as big as my mother’s,” he clarified when he observed those big eyes of yours.

“Yeah,” you said in a quiet voice, looking back into your book.

“What?” he asked and you didn’t respond him.

You were… sad? Disappointed? It was a strange and groundless feeling given by the idea that you’ll never see the garden of his house, and that also meant that you’ll never meet his mother, who was already painted in your mind like an elegant and kind woman.

“Are you upset?” he asked again and grabbed your jaw carefully, making you form eye contact.

“No,” you said simply, and the honesty in your voice surprised you. It was like all the hard feelings were erased by his eyes, by their calming color.

“Good,” he smiled, “Because you shouldn’t be upset.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I’ll bring you all the flowers from my mother’s garden if you’re not upset,” he traced his fingers up to your cheek, placing a strand of hair behind your red ear – all your emotions ran to your head, making the skin he touched burn.

“Why?” you asked again like a curious kid.

He rolled his eyes in a playful way, trying to pretend he was tired of your whys. “Because a pretty face like yours shouldn’t frown. You’ll get wrinkles,” he laughed and pinched your nose.

“Auch,” you hissed, massaging the end of your nose. “You say I’m pretty?”

“I say it’s time to get you back to your Common Room,” he nodded his head and got up, offering you his hand to help you get up.

The walk to the Ravenclaw’s door was silent, and when you got there it was an even more annoying silence. He only watched you like he was waiting for your next move.

“Uh, I can’t come tomorrow night,” you informed him. “I have to help my roommate study for Transfiguration.”

“So she’s stealing my study buddy,” he joked.

“I’ll see you around, though?”

“Yeah, of course,” he smiled and you just wanted to kiss that little dimple of his.

So you did – you got up to your toes and kissed his cheek. “Good night, Draco,” you smiled and entered the empty room, all your housemates already being off to their dormitories, probably. Your heart was pouting hard, like it was trying to escape the little cage of your ribs, but your soul was feeling warm and sweet, like honey.

The next day you tried to focus in all your classes, you tried to pay attention to your friends but all you could think of was Draco Malfoy, with his blue eyes and sweet dimple. It was a boring night the one you spent in your room, listening and explaining to your roommate simple things about your Transfiguration class, the same ones that Draco found difficult – even that made you think about him. It was a great relief to walk again on the stairs that led you to the Astronomy Tower, the excitement making your heart jump with joy. It dropped to the bottom of your soul when you didn’t find him there, and it broke when he didn’t come at all.

Maybe you scared him – maybe he didn’t want you to kiss his cheek, maybe he didn’t want you so close to him. Maybe you screwed it up. And you really believed that when he didn’t come two nights in a row, making you to skip dinner on the third night. You didn’t have the power to cry again, but you really wanted to – you nearly managed to get a tear out of you if it wouldn’t be eagle owl which entered your room through the open window.

“What’s up with you, stupid bird?” you asked in anger, making the owl give you a response in the same tonality. “Easy,” you spoke as you took the little parchment from its claw.

‘You didn’t come to dinner, are you sick? If you are, take a good sleep and get better. — D.M'

You crumbled the little letter and thrown it away telling the bird to leave you alone. You walked from left to right, biting your nails out of anxiety and anger – who was he to ignore you three days and then ask to meet you? You grabbed the letter from the floor and read it again, and the curiosity won against your anger. You grabbed a blue sweater and ran to the Astronomy Tower, but walked the steps so he wouldn’t know the speed with which you came. You were furious at him – you couldn’t wait to scream at him and tell him to fuck off with his unhealthy behaviors, but when you saw him leaning on the stone wall in front of you with a bouquet of white flowers in his hand and a small box on the other one, you just froze on the last step.

“Hello, Y/N,” he greeted you with a smile on the corner of his lips. You approached him slowly; your eyes going from his face go his hands and back to his hands. “I see you’re not sick,” he said when you were in front of him. “Why haven’t you come to dinner?”

“Why didn’t you give me a sign of living?” you asked straight, searching for his eyes.

“I was… busy,” he said and cleared his throat. “But I asked my mother to get me those,” he smiled and handed you the bouquet of chrysanthemums and the little box. “Open it,” he asked impatient.

You undone the little bow and opened it with one hand, the other holding carefully the flowers. Your hands were shaking. “Chocolate,” you laughed nervous.

“From Belgium, just like the flowers,” he said proud, smiling. “Don’t you like them?” he asked a little panicked when you didn’t say a thing, only watching the flowers in such an examining way.

“I love them!” you said, “I love them, Draco,” you assured them, holding them to your chest like you were scared he’d get them back.

“Good, I hoped you’d say that.”

You smelt them, and your whole soul was dancing – the sweet smell reminded you of the late autumn’s rains, of the lazy sunrays and all the nice skies in the world.

“I love them Draco, but what’s the occasion?”

He massaged the back of his head, avoiding your eyes. “You don’t need a reason to get flowers, Y/N. You deserve them anytime,” he said and your heart exploded at his cuteness. “My mother told me it’d be nice if I would give them to you before anything else,” he said and bite his lower lip immediately after, like he said something he didn’t mean to.

“Before what, Draco?” you asked curious. He was so good at making you all set on fire, unfocused and yet so, so concentrated on him.

“You’re a nice girl, Y/N, really nice,” he said in a quiet voice. His tonality made you thought about a break-up – like he wanted to break the bond that began to form between you two.

“What are you trying to tell me, Draco?” you asked in a harsh tone. “Just say it, ok? You don’t need to bring me flowers and chocolate if you want to say goodbye, it’s not like I’m dying,” you said pointing to the chrysanthemums.

“No, no, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “The white chrysanthemums represent loyalty and devoted love,” he whispered.

“Oh,” was all you could say. “Oh,” you repeated when you figured out what he really meant.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, and you laughed along with him. The sound of his laugh made your heart put itself back together. “So…” he started and came closer to you.

“So?” you said, biting your lips and blinking slowly.

“So may I kiss you, Y/N?” he asked in such a kind voice, all your body going soft at his words. His mother must’ve taught him how to talk to a girl – and she did such a good job.

You nodded shyly and let yourself carried by his hands, which dragged your body closer to his. He gently pressed his lips on your, letting them stay together for a couple of seconds and then retiring. His blue eyes were looking into yours, burning with desire and impatience. Your hands tightened the flowers and the little box harder, and you put them around his neck, getting him even closer to you and smashing your lips back together. His hands were on your waist, grabbing the material of your sweater between his fingers. Your eyes were closed and your body was filled with warmth – you saw nothing and yet, somehow, you were aware of everything in the Universe through a white light.

White light in your arms tonight / I lost sight in your arms tonight / It was nice

The next months were full of love and laughs for you – Draco was the most careful boy you’ve ever been with. He still wanted you two to have secret little dates in the Astronomy Tower, where you’d read to him about Muggles and poetry written by them.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda cute that I listen to you reading about that non-sense?” he asked once.

“It’s poetry, Draco,” you scoffed, “It’s about love!”

Besides the secret dates, he really wanted to go public. He was the type to show you off in front of everyone, only to make sure that every other boys knew that you were off their league but in a kind way – he’d kiss your forehead on the hallways, walk you to classes even if that meant he’d be late to his and gave you endless gifts. You received a lot of chrysanthemums, love letters and sweets anytime his mother would send him a package. Your roommates were jealous of you even if they told you directly that they didn’t like Draco and there was nothing to do about it. Hermione wasn’t so happy either and somehow distanced herself from you when she found out about your relationship, but Draco made you to forget all those things – he was the bad guy in everyone’s story, and even if some time ago he wasn’t even a side-character in yours, he became the climax of your story. You didn’t love Draco for his gift, you loved him truly – you loved him for the kind words, the warm glares, the sweet kisses and the tight hugs. And you knew he loved you too, because he made you feel safe in the whole madness with the Dark Lord and the war everyone was talking about.

“Do you think there’ll be a war, Draco?” you asked one night when you two where curled up into each other’s arms.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he said absent.

“I heard that Harry’s forming an army,” you said and looked up to him, only to see him rolling his eyes.

“Potter isn’t capable to tie his own laces, my love, and you think he’s able to lead an army?” he laughed and that made you roll your eyes. “You’re funny.”

“But you’re the only one taking it as a joke, you’re the one who’s laughing,” you said and he frowned.

“Then I think I have to change that,” he said and his fingers came to your ribs, tickling you.

You started to laugh hard, to fight so you could escape his torture, begging him to stop. “Draco, that’s enough!” you screamed as you felt tears in your eyes, so you grabbed his arm and tried to scratch him playfully to make him stop.

Hissing, he let you go and pulled away from you, his hand over the left arm.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked worried that you hurt him.

“Nothing,” he said in an annoyed voice, getting up on his feet and looking down to you. “I’m fine,” he said and something in your mind clicked. For more than two weeks he’d say that stupid phrase whenever you asked him what happened – he seemed tired and anxious, but whenever you’d ask about him he’d become fine.

“Don’t try to fool me, Draco,” you said annoyed as well and, already on your feet, you’d try to grab his hand and reveal the possible wound.

“I said I’m fine, Y/N,” he repeated and avoided your hands like they’d burn him.

“And I said to stop fooling me!” you shouted and sneaked close enough to him to get his hand away from his arm, but he pushed you harder than he thought – you fell on the ground, a piece of material in your hand; his sleeve – ripped, revealing red lines, scratches – who were older, but reopened by your nails – which were covering the worst thing you could think of: the Dark Mark. The air left your lungs and your head started to spin, the vision becoming blurred.

“Y/N…” he tried to say, coming closer to you but you crawled away.

“What the fuck, Draco?!” you screamed and got up by yourself. “Stay away!” you said when he tried to approach you.

“I can explain, Y/N,” he said, his voice shaking.

“How on earth you could explain the Dark Mark on your arm?” you shouted again, your hands running in your hair and pulling it.

“Sh,” he said loud, asking you to be quiet. “It’s not what it looks like, my love, I swear.”

You laughed – loud, nervous. “Then what it is?”

“They made me do it, Y/N!”

“They made you get the Dark Mark, become a fucking Death Eater and join Voldemort?” you screamed again and step back when he tried to come closer.

“My father, he… I didn’t want to, Y/N,” he said quietly, his eyes starting to get wet.

“You lied to me, Draco,” you whispered. “You said everything will be fine, you said you’ll protect me!”

“And I will!” he also screamed. “I will,” he repeated breathing heavily.

“How? Making me join the Death Eaters so they wouldn’t kill me later?” you mocked him, and you could say it hurt him to see you that way – but you didn’t care.

“Nobody will kill you, Y/N,” he said, trying to calm you. “You’ll be fine, we’ll be fine.”

“A war is coming, Draco,” you said harshly, “The Dark Lord is alive and back and anyone who’s against him is in danger.”

“You’re not in danger, Y/N,” he repeated. “We’re in this together, please, love,” he begged you, tears running down his face.

“We’re not on the same side, Draco,” you whispered.

“I thought you didn’t like to pick sides,” he said like he was trying to make you change your mind.

“We’re talking about a war, Draco, not a fucking fight in the courtyard,” you said and shook your head. “Just… leave me alone, please,” you asked him and started to walk away.

“Y/N, please!” he grabbed your wrist but you pulled away immediately.

“Don’t touch me ever again, Draco Malfoy,” you said in hatred, giving him a disgusted look before leaving him alone in the Astronomy Tower – alone, hurt and crying. He saw the disgust in your eyes, the hate and the fear.

Hard times came for you – you decided to act like nothing was happening, like you had no idea what Draco was and a part of you felt miserable for doing so, but other part was believing him, the other part was still loving him and it was hurting to see him and not run in his arms. You decided to let the time pass and decide what would happen with everything – but the time was cruel, because nothing good happened since that night. Dumbledore’s death, the Death Eaters, the continuing agony. You became scared to stay alone, thinking that a Death Eater or even Voldemort would show up and kill you – and Draco wouldn’t be there to protect you.

But when the real battle began, you felt all the adrenaline rushing through your body – Professor McGonagall seemed worried but she gave you the power to fight back, to fight for Hogwarts, for your friends, for Harry, for life. You never tried to spell hexes because it wasn’t necessary, but in the battles you had with some Death Eaters you remembered them all – and you casted them loud, pointing your wand in their direction with hatred. You were running on the same old stairs that led you to the Astronomy Tower, a loud and crazy laugh following you along with a curly hair and dark, mad eyes, thirsty for blood.

“Stop running, little doll!” she screamed when you got up, waiting for her with your wand ready, something that made her laugh. “Stubborn one, aren’t you?” she asked and walked closer to you with tangled steps.

“Crazy one, aren’t you?” you managed to gather your nerve to ask her. She didn’t seem too happy with your comment, because she lifted her wand – before she’d say anything, you screamed the Disarming Charm as loud as you could, making her wand fly from her hand and fall to the ground.

“Well, well,” she laughed, running her tongue over her bloody lips. “You won, now kill me!” she laughed, the sound driving you crazy.

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

“Kill me!”

“Crucio!” you screamed and the green light flashed from the tip of your wand, hitting Bellatrix Lestrange in the middle of her chest. She fell to the ground, laughing – it was hurting, but Bellatrix have been insane for a long, long time.

“Y/N!”

“Draco?” you said to yourself, watching the boy you loved running to you. He grabbed your shoulders, looking at you from the top of your head to the bottom of your toes. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you alright? Did she hurt you?”

You looked at Bellatrix who was still to the ground, and you tighten your fingers around the wand.

“No,” you said and looked back to Draco. He seemed fine and a part of you wanted to scream that he was fine because he was one of them, they wouldn’t hurt him like that crazy woman tried to do to you, but the other part won that battle. You hugged him tight, wanting to make all the things disappear and be just you and him. “I’m scared, Draco,” you whispered.

“You’ll be fine, love,” he said and kissed your temple.

“So she’s the little doll that got you all soft, Draco?”

The fear ran through your body again and you pulled away from Draco, still holding his hands.

“Please,” he said and looked at the crazy woman who got her wand back. He let go of your hand and grabbed his wand, pointing it to her.

“Aw, Draco darling,” she laughed, “Does Cissy know that you’re pointing your want to your family?”Family?

“Aunt Bella, please, don’t hurt her,” Draco breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off of her.

“But she hurt me, Draco,” Bellatrix laughed, got her wand in your direction and casted an unspoken spell, only saying your name.

Draco tried to protect you, getting in front of you, but the purple light went through him and entered your body. The pain was indescribable, like all your internal organs were stabbed with hundred of knives. “No!” he screamed at his aunt, who only laughed louder and waved him goodbye before disappearing into a black cloud of smoke.

You’d feel your members go numb, dropping your wand and falling to the ground, making Draco to scream again like he could physically feel your agony. “Y/N!” he screamed.

Some balls of light were thrown in the tower’s direction, by the people outside, and they made the windows in the roof break, falling upon you along with pieces of tiles. Your sight went blurry, seeing Draco through red spots. “What’s happening, Draco?” you managed to ask him.

“You’re fine, my love,” he cried, tightening your shoulders, trying to hug you without hurting you.

“I can’t see you, hear you,” you cried and coughed; he started to sob even harder, watching the blood drop from your eyes and mouth as you tried to breathe. “I don’t feel very good,” you told him as it weren’t obvious.

“You’ll be alright, my love, stay with me,” he begged you.

His tears were falling on your face, mixing with the blood that was leaving your body – Bellatrix Lestrange chose a curse that gave you a slow and painful death.

“Hey, you,” you said, trying to make him pay attention to you. You looked him in the eyes, trying hard to see them clear. “Don’t you think it’s kinda cute?”

“What?” he whispered.

“Don’t you think it’s kinda cute,” you repeated, “That I died right inside your arms tonight?”

“No! No! No!” he said, his voice shaking. “Don’t you dare to do this to me, Y/N! Do you hear me? Stay with me!”

But you were gone – you left that world with a little smile on your lips, with bloody tears on your face and with the memory of his eyes watching you, of his arms holding you. And that made death a less painful thing for you.

That I'm fine even after I have died / Because it was in your arms I died

“No, Y/N!” he screamed, realizing you were gone. “Come back! Come back, Y/N, you own me one!”

“I’m sorry, Draco,” you whispered while watching him from behind – you could also see your lifeless body, laying on the ground with glass pieces, rocks and blood all over it and it made you cry. You floated over your body and tried the stupidest thing you could think of: going back inside. But it was impossible – it felt like it was locked. Bloody tears were falling from your eyes, and you damned Bellatrix Lestrange for giving you such an ugly death: you’ll cry blood for eternity on the Hogwarts’ halls as a ghost. “I want to come back, Draco!” you screamed at the same time when he asked you to come back.

I cry in the afterlife / I cry hard because I have died / And you're alive / I try to escape the afterlife / I try hard to get back inside / Your arms tonight

The battle was over: Lord Voldemort was now dead, Bellatrix Lestrange was dead along with other Death Eaters, but so were a lot of innocent people: now, some students would stay forever in the castle because they chose to remain behind; they, just like you, were too scared of death and chose an imitation of life. As a ghost, you didn’t really felt like showing to everyone; it hurt you enough to know they missed you, and to see their broken souls when they’d realize you’re trapped in this world as a ghost would be more painful than your death. You knew nothing about Draco for a long time – you stayed in the tower all the time, and you already knew that after some years, when the school would be rebuilt, the little kids would call you the ghost of the Astronomy Tower – that thought made you smile; maybe they’d call you Bloody Y/N, or Bloody Crybaby Y/N, or… whatever name would fit a blood-crying ghost. That’s how you spent many months – thinking, crying, whishing you’d have chose the death.

A loud cry woke you up one day – you looked over to the balustrade, where a tall figure was shaking while looking down, down all the way to the ground. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said and you recognized him easily. “I’m so fucking sorry, my love,” he cried again and you approached him. On the ground, at his feet, was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums – they made your eyes tear up immediately.

“I promised you I’d protect you and I failed,” he whispered. “I hate myself since that day, my love,” he confessed.

To let him know about your presence was a bad idea – he’d be devastated to see you that way.

“I’ll see you soon, love,” he spoke to himself, or so he thought because he jumped in surprise when you screamed.

“Wait!”

“Y/N…” he cried, now facing you and crying harder. “You’re… alive?”

“Draco…” you sighed, “What are you doing here?”

He came closer and tried to hug you, but his arms went through you with ease. “You’re… a ghost.”

“Please don’t jump,” you said crying harder than him. It was a horrible image, indeed, to see a blood-crying ghost – but he was in love with you.

“I miss you, Y/N, I want to be with you,” he told you like he asked for permission.

But you shook your head in disapproval. “You won’t like it here, darling,” you smiled. “Please, stay – be happy and live.”

“I love you, Y/N, how could I live without you?” he cried like a little child, helpless.

You pointed to the flowers. “If your love is devoted, you’d spend the rest of your life fulfilling my wish, Draco.”

“Y/N…”

“Stay alive, Draco. I’ll be here, always,” you promised and cried.

He ran his hands through his hair, his blue eyes crying you a river. When he calmed down, he bent over and grabbed the flowers, handing them to you. You cried in pain, but still tried to get them – and you where surprised when you could.

“Come back to me, Y/N,” he said and you tried your best to make his wish come true. You tried to hug him, to kiss his forehead – he could swear he felt your cold skin on his.

“I wish I could, my love,” you said and stayed in front of him, with the sign of his devoted love in your hand.

And hey (hey), you (you), don't you think it's kinda cute / That I (I) try (try) to escape the afterlife / That I (I) try (try) to get back in your arms alive / That I died in your arms

#vogueweasley3k #draco malfoy x reader #ravenclaw reader #draco x y/n #slowburn #angst #arms tonite #draco x you #hogwarts #astronomy tower #tw death #tw blood #tw mature languge

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rollingaroundin-bread · 3 years

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Recently I decided that the fireside girls are phenomenal and deserve much more characterization than they got in the show. I’m very sorry for how long it took me so long to realize this!

Anyways to start off here’s some casual clothes since we never saw them outside their uniforms in the show!! Explanations for each under the cut as per usual! :D

Just a disclaimer that while I used every scrap of evidence I could find from the wikis and rewatching the failed pilot episodes that I did have to make some stuff up for these. In the future I hope to build on what the show gave us for more fully fleshed out characters but until then here’s a start!!

Gretchen

I should let y’all know now that I did base their color schemes off of those in act your age! But I gave everyone a secondary color as well (if they didn't already have one)

Gretchen, according to the wiki is “Extremely Smart, happy” (extremely smart being unique)

She is also the only (known) one with the Saying A Word No One Else In The Room Knows Patch

From that we can take that she’s in the same sort of archetype as Huey Duck, Violet Sabrewing, Frida (hilda), Clemont (pokemon xyz), etc.

So I tired to base her outfit on them!

In this case it’s mostly Huey, Violet, and Frida because pokemon outfits follow different rules

Violet and Frida’s outfits are more similar because they’re what I consider “comfortable”

And while I love their designs I decided to go the other route!

The other route being Huey! Aka I wanted to give her a polo shirt skjdfhgk

Besides, for Gretchen’s age up design I think her outfit fits in the same category as Violet and Frida’s do! So we’ll get there eventually!

But anyways yes, I took the polo shirt from Huey then decided I should probably give her pants because she isn’t a duck where its socially acceptable to not wear pants sksajdhfgaks

So yeah a pleated skirt just seemed the right way to go yes? :D

Katie

Yes Katie is wearing crocs

Why you may ask?

BECAUSE WHAT ARE THOSE SUPPOSED TO BE OTHER THAN CROCS

LISTEN- I tried, I really did, to come up with something other than crocs

But I couldn’t hecking do it

Well I couldn’t without ignoring this part of her character design which is 90% of what I have to go off of

Anyways from her wiki entry her personality is described as “Kind, helpful, cute”

This makes cute her only unique trait among all the fireside girls (except technically Isabella)

She’s also the only (known) one with the semaphore patch (that isn’t on her wiki but it is stated in bee story)

btw this is totally unrelated to my design but I’m thinking what if Katie got into color guard when she’s older? skjdhfakasj idk I think she would like it

Anyways!! At another point in the wiki it mentions her “running gag” (running gag in quotations because it only happened once I watched the episode specifically looking for this) where she says/does unusual things to get a glance from the other girls

I’m taking that to mean she’s silly!!!!!

Hence the crocs sksjdhfak

The overalls just seemed to fit her nature, and like I know Baljeet already has overalls but she’ll fight him for it k? skjhdsak

Milly

I’ll say here that Milly and Holly have the least characterization from their wikis which I’m very sad about

Okay so Milly’s “Kind, helpful, Happy” (no unique traits), is bad with secrets (operation crumb cake), and has one more Help Thy Neighbor patch because she went back to Phineas and Ferb’s house after everyone left at some point

Unfortunately from first glance we don’t don’t have a lot to go off of character design wise with these

However!! I know another character who's bad with secrets, helpful, and wears a bow in her hair!! That's right- Webby Vanderquack (btw very sorry to anyone who hasn't watched Ducktales I’m gonna keep bringing it up because I love it a lot I’m sorry)

So I loosely based this design on Webby’s! Aka dress shirt thing (in this case, a blouse) and a skirt that I think is neat!!

Webby’s design leans more into her nerdy side and so I made Milly’s lean toward sweetness!! (not saying Milly isn’t nerdy, there's just no evidence to suggest that she is so I didn’t lean into that) (also that would be too close to literally just drawing Webby’s outfit which I also didn’t want to do)

Holly

I’m restating that Holly and Milly get practically nothing from their wikis (Holly getting the least)

Like “Kind, nice, helpful” -The P&F wiki on Holly

Go girl!! Give us nothing!!!!!

skjdjhf okay but actually there is exactly one thing we can get from the wiki

While she doesn't have any unique patches, if we look at my patch reference sheet below

You may notice that for all the patches that 3 people got; Gretchen and Holly have all four (Ginger being replaced with Adyson for the Rodeo Clown patch)

In conclusion: Gretchen and Holly are best friends.

Look I know I’m blowing this a little out of proportion, but they gave me literally nothing so I’m running with what I have

Anyways!! I’m taking Gretchen and Holly being best friends as Holly is also wicked smart!!

So in conclusion that all adds up to I’m also making Holly’s outfit nerd-esq because I can

This time basing it loosely of of Satsuki from My Neighbor Totoro because she’s who I think of for an orange and yellow color scheme!

(she also gives me Boyd (DT again) vibes from the color I chose for the shorts though haha)

Adyson

Starting right off the bat the wiki gives us “Sometimes comical, helpful, accident-prone, nice”

Accident prone gives us bandages

Adyson also has the unique patch of the appliance repair patch

She also used to have the record patch for earning six patches in one day before Candace broke that record!

So I gave her running shorts and a sleeveless hoodie because I take that as she’s slightly sporty (athlesure but more casual)

Adyson was really much more straightforward than the others

I had an idea in my head that made sense so I went with it, y’know?

Ginger

okay but WHY IS GINGER SO TALL

I’m not even talking about how much taller I made her here because I was basing it off of the show!!! She’s stupid tall!!!

And like I know Stacey and her mom are both tall so of course she would be too but LOOK AT THIS

I MEAN ?????? BRO-

Anyways moving on! :D

I REALLY liked her light blue and indigo color scheme in aya so I tried to keep that!

I wish I could have incorporated a little more light blue but with the style of dress I went with that wasn’t really possible

Speaking of her dress!! Why’d I do that you may ask?

I dunno I thought it looked cute!

Listen- I love giving explicit reasons for each and every choice I make, but honestly there's usually a point where I have no ideas and go “eh its cute”

and thats what happened here!

Thanks for reading if you got this far!!

If I missed some details or you have ideas please come talk to me!! I really want to do a good job for these guys (they absolutely deserve it) and could use all the help I can get!

#fireside girls #the fireside girls #fireside girls troop 46231 #gretchen pnf #katie pnf #milly pnf #holly pnf #adyson sweetwater #ginger hirano #my art stuff #once again im mostly talking under the cut!!#I really want to do a good job for these guys so feel free to talk to me about them!!#also rip Isabella im sorry I didnt include you #to be fair she has plenty of characterization and plenty of yall love her #but shes important to these guys so she'll probably show up more as I continue with these guys!!#fun fact this all started because I was looking at the firestar girls designs for a personal project #and I wanted to see if there was more information on them for their personal wikis #which opened my eyes to how little these guys have on said wikis #which is a crime!! so once again sorry it took me a while but I care them and promise to do my best for my interpretation!!!#k I think thats it bye folks!! :D #phineas and ferb #phineas & ferb #pnf

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noona-clock · 4 years

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Traveling Love (Collab)

Genre: Fluffy/Romantic AU

Pairing: Nam Joo Hyuk x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, Masterlist | Words: 2,074

A/N: Welcome to the third series in the monthly Love In Fours Ways collab with myself, @jackiejacks923 @prettywordsyouleft & @this-song-thats-only-for-you . We have all taken inspiration from 4 illustrations (linked below), and during the last week of the month, we will each be sharing a 4-part mini-series based on those drawings.

Credit to: Puuung - Love Is In The Small Things

Part 1: Talking About The Places You Want To Go

You always knew when Joo Hyuk had had a rough day at work.

Well, I guess it’s more accurate to say that you always knew before he told you.

Without fail, at the end of a long and stressful day, Joo Hyuk would park himself out on the modest balcony of your shared apartment. Sometimes he would just be sitting there browsing on his phone. Sometimes he would be reading, sometimes drinking a cup of hot tea, and sometimes he would just be sitting in the chair with his head tilted back, examining the sky.

Tonight, it was a mix of two: he had a cup of hot tea sitting on the small side table next to the chair, and he also had his head tilted back so he could examine the darkening sky above him.

He was, apparently, too engrossed in pondering each star becoming gradually more visible because you were able to approach the balcony door without him noticing. Something must really be bothering him.

You took a breath before grasping the door handle and sliding it open, eyebrows raised as your boyfriend’s head jerked a little in surprise. But when he saw it was you, his expression softened -- his forehead smoothed out and the frown tugging at the corners of his lips transformed into a ghost of a smile.

“Hey,” you murmured quietly as you stepped out into the cool stone surface of the balcony. “What’s up?”

Instead of answering you verbally, Joo Hyuk simply held out one arm, his fingers stretching out toward you and beckoning you over you to him.

Once you took a few steps in his direction, you slid your fingers into his and bent down to greet him with a soft kiss on the lips.

“How was your day?” you mumbled, even though you knew -- basically -- what his answer would be.

Again, instead of answering you verbally, he scooched back in the chair and made room for you in-between his legs, patting the space with his free hand in a silent invitation.

You squeezed his hand gently before shuffling over to the chair and perching in front of him on the cushion. A content sigh escaped your lips when you leaned back against him, your eyes closing briefly when you felt Joo Hyuk press his cheek against the side of your head.

He wound his arms around you, lifting one leg up and resting his foot on the edge of the table as you pulled your knees up toward your chest.

As soon as you had settled into his embrace, you felt him take a breath.

“I think I just need a break,” he murmured, his lips ruffling your hair gently.

“I agree,” you replied with a tiny nod of your head. You weren’t sure what was going on at work, but he’d been out here on the balcony more often than usual lately -- whatever it was, you knew without a doubt he deserved a break from it.

Joo Hyuk waited a few moments before asking, “Can you take any time off?”

Your brow furrowed softly, and while you wanted to tilt your head to look at him, he was holding you just tightly enough that you couldn’t quite manage it. So, instead, you simply replied with a soft but slow, “Yeah... Why?”

“Let’s go somewhere.”

You almost let out a delighted gasp.

Of course! Why hadn’t you thought of that?

It had been almost a year since the two of you had gone on a trip together -- the last vacation you’d taken as a couple had been even before you’d moved in together, so it was absolutely time for another one.

“I would love that,” you replied, your lips curving into an excited grin as you nestled back even further into Joo Hyuk’s chest. “Where should we go?”

“That’s a good question,” he murmured. He was quiet for the next several moments, but you knew the gears in his brain were working away because he was playing mindlessly with your fingers. Then, he finally said, “Well, do we want a quiet vacation or a busy vacation?”

You pursed your lips slightly in thought before answering, “I think a bit of both. Busy days but quiet nights.”

“Do we want to go somewhere we’ve been and love or try somewhere new?”

“Definitely somewhere new,” you nodded.

“A city? The countryside? By the ocean?”

You had never planned a vacation like this, but you had to admit -- it was pretty fun. Especially since you were making all the decisions.

“How about... a city by the ocean?”

Joo Hyuk let out a breath of a laugh, linking his fingers through yours and squeezing your hands. “That sounds perfect.”

“I think,” you continued, leaning back even more and tilting your head up slightly to gaze at the stars. “That we should find a city by the ocean with lots of history and great architecture and delicious food.”

“That sounds even more perfect,” he murmured into your ear before pressing his lips to your earlobe. “Do you have a specific city by the ocean in mind?”

“Not yet,” you grinned. A shiver ran down your back as he kissed your ear again. “But I will find one.”

“I trust you,” he whispered. His lips then moved to your jaw, and you couldn’t hold back a soft giggle as he tickled your skin with kisses.

After he’d finally made his way to your lips, he settled back against the chair, tightening his hold on you and letting out a soft sigh.

You waited a few moments before speaking, partly wanting to give him some peace and quiet but also partly wanting him to answer your question without you having to ask -- but your boyfriend was too reserved for that, even after all this time.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you inquired gently. “You seem really stressed, and I don’t want you to let it build up or anything.”

“It’s just work,” he answered dismissively.

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, and when he didn’t continue, you nudged him a little with your elbow. “So? You can talk about it. Even if I won’t understand what you’re talking about, it’ll still feel good to get it all off your chest.”

With that, Joo Hyuk let out a very deep sigh, and your brow furrowed with worry.

“There’s just a lot going on, and two people left my department, so we’re short-staffed. We’re all doing the work of more than one person, and there are more projects than usual lately, so... it’s just a lot.”

A frown curved your lips, and you pressed your head back into his shoulder to try and comfort him. His love language wasn’t Physical Touch (it was Acts of Service), but you still wanted to let him know that you were here for him -- physically and emotionally.

“It’ll be all right,” he assured you even though he didn’t sound incredibly convincing. “We just have to get through these projects and hire a couple of people as soon as we can. It won’t last forever.”

“When do you think we’ll be able to take our trip?” you asked, figuring it wouldn’t be soon if he was that busy at work.

“How about next month? The weather should be nice,” he answered.

“Yeah? That soon?”

You felt Joo Hyuk nod, and then he replied in his quiet, deep voice, “I will do my best to get as much work done as I can --”

“Without burning yourself out,” you interrupted.

“Without burning myself out,” he promised. “And then we can enjoy our vacation together next month.”

You carefully untangled one of your arms from his embrace and held it out, extending your pinky finger toward him. “I will do all the planning, and I promise you it will be exactly the break you need.”

When you turned your head as much as you could to look up at him, you saw that familiar shy, astoundingly handsome smile on your boyfriend’s lips.

He lifted his own arm, hooking his pinky around yours before the two of you stamped your promise together with the pads of your thumbs.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, now looking down at you with those warm, sparkling eyes of his.

“Me neither,” you beamed. And then you pushed yourself up just enough to capture his lips in a kiss.

After a few more kisses, you settled back against his chest and allowed him to simply hold you while the two of you looked up at the stars.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed out there, but when you realized the air was getting more of a chill to it, you figured it was time to call it a night and head inside.

As Joo Hyuk closed and locked the door to the balcony behind you, you shuffled into the kitchen toward your electric kettle.

“Would you like some tea?” you asked before taking the kettle over to the sink so you could fill it up.

You heard him hum in response, but you’d spent enough time with him by now to know that particular hum meant yes.

Just after you heard the hum, you heard the sound of his slippers scuffing across the floor. The sound got closer to you, so you quickly grabbed two mugs from the cabinet, setting them down on the counter just in time before he slid his arms around your shoulders and leaned over to press his cheek against yours.

You had just cuddled on the balcony for quite some time -- and now Joo Hyuk wanted more?

He really wasn’t the most affectionate person. He had no trouble telling and showing you he loved you in other ways, but he very rarely initiated cuddle sessions, and hand holding was about as far as he ever went out in public.

“I love you,” he murmured as he held you against his chest. “Thank you for being so amazing.”

Your cheeks warmed a little at his words. “I love you, too,” you replied through a shy grin.

And since the kettle was still working on bringing the water to a boil, you turned around to face him, winding your arms around his middle and tilting your head up to look at him.

“I love you, too,” you repeated. “And I just don’t want you to get burnt out. I want you to be able to talk to me about stuff that stresses you out so you can unload it all here at home.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said quietly, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours.

“I know it’s never been easy for you to talk about stuff like that --”

“But you make it a lot easier,” he interrupted.

Your grin reappeared, and you moved just enough so you could kiss him.

Joo Hyuk was really unlike anyone you’d ever met -- he had his flaws, of course, and your relationship wasn’t always beautiful rainbows and butterflies.

But, like he said, he made it a lot easier. You absolutely wouldn’t want to do life with anyone else.

“And, hey,” he murmured. “For this trip... since I know you’ll do all the planning, I want you to go all out.”

You raised your eyebrows a little and shot him a curious, surprised look.

“I’ve been working way too hard, and I want to treat us. Find the nicest place to stay, the best restaurants -- whatever.”

Of course, his request made you just a tad nervous. It was very unusual to spend that much money on a vacation...

But you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you more excited to plan it.

“You got it,” you nodded.

Just before you placed your lips on his again, you heard the soft click of the kettle turning itself off.

Even though Joo Hyuk was so clearly stressed out from work and on his way to complete mental exhaustion, it had been a nice night.

A very nice night.

Sharing a chair on the balcony, looking at the stars, planning a vacation.

And ending it with a soothing cup of tea was the perfect touch. You wanted to snuggle in bed, sip your drinks, and worry about nothing -- not even planning the trip.

That you would do tomorrow. You could wait to start researching, but you couldn’t wait that long.

Part 2

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youreacowgirllikeme · 3 years

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After Class

note: so, I wasn’t really able to get that image of Jake as a college/university professor out of my head and this kind of happened, idk if it qualifies as an AU but anyway, here is Professor!Jake for you

(sorry for the grammar, non-native speaker here)

warnings: professor-student relationship, swearing, smut (fingering, oral), nsfw

“Shit, shit , shit.”

You ran through the empty hallways towards the lecture hall, the old clock on the wall telling you what you already knew: you were late, almost 20 minutes. And just because you overslept after working on that essay for your political history class till 4 am last night.

Professor Tapper would be so mad, he absolutely hated unpunctuality. Just the thought of him being angry or disappointed with you made you quicken your step even more, because Jacob Tapper was the very man you desperately tried to impress more than anyone else.

He usually worked as the lead political correspondent for CNN down in Washington DC, but, as he stated at the start of his first lecture, decided to take a sabbatical after the 2020 election, using the time to teach at his alma mater as a guest Professor.

He was brilliant, a walking history encyclopedia and was considered to be one of the sharpest political minds of the generation. His lectures were the perfect mix of both of those subjects, and he was throwing in a lot of his journalistic expertise as well. You admired him and truly enjoyed having him as your Professor. And you would’ve loved nothing more than to take in every single brilliant thing he said. But there was one tiny problem.

Because above all, he was hot. Like, please-bend-me-over-your-desk-after-class-hot. That very fact was often making it incredibly hard for you to pay attention to what he was saying, so you spent your lessons staring at his back, his hands, his face from the last row, letting his deep, smooth voice wash over you.

Even if he was more than 20 years older than you, you really had it bad for him, which was one of the reasons you lost sleep every night. That, and his very demanding curriculum.

Out of breath, you finally arrived at the doors of the lecture hall, opening them as quietly as possible, trying to sneak into the room without anyone taking notice of you.

“How nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Y/L/N“

Shit. He had noticed you.

And as you looked to where he was standing in front of the class you could see a deep frown on his handsome face.

He was, as usually, impeccably dressed, wearing a dark blue suit and his glasses, which were a personal weakness of yours.

It took a small cough from one of your classmates for you to stop staring at Professor Tapper and actually addressing him instead of undressing him with your eyes.

“I am so sorry for being late, Sir, it certainly won’t happen again.“ you stammered, feeling like you might faint from the embarrassment of the situation.

"I will certainly hold you to that. Still, come and see me after class to discuss this, please.“ he said, his stern voice and intense stare making your heart almost burst out of your chest.

He turned to the blackboard again, continuing to talk about McCarthyism, his deep voice carrying effortlessly through the lecture hall.

You were still beyond embarrassed that he called you out like that, and even more so because it was very likely that he caught you staring at him. You hastily made your way to the nearest free seat, fortunately this was a Dartmouth senior class and not Highschool, so there were no snickers or silly comments, you didn’t draw much attention.

You spent the remainder of the lesson trying to focus on the actual topic instead of how broad your professors shoulders looked in that tailored suit jacket, or how perfectly styled his grey hair was. Unsurprisingly, you had no success as your mind wandered even further down the dangerous path of attraction you had for Professor Tapper, thinking about the things those long, elegant fingers holding the chalk could do to you or what dirty words he could whisper against your skin with this sinful voice of his.

You were so caught up in your inappropriate daydreaming that you totally missed your Professor ending the lecture and dismissing your classmates.

You heard your name being called, and looked up, startled. Professor Tapper was standing right in front of your desk, arms crossed in front of his chest, staring down at you with an unreadable expression.

“We definetly need to talk about your attitude regarding this class, Ms. Y/L/N. Not only have you been late for the fourth time this month, your participation is severely lacking, to put it mildly. I...I don’t get it.” He said, his voice staring to get louder. He ran his hand through his hair, looking exasperated.

“Your submitted papers are extraordinarily good, your analysis is always spot on, and you find a way of comprehending the topics that no one of your classmates seem to grasp. And yet you spend each one of my lessons not paying attention, you’re not able to awnser any questions and you never partake in discussions. What is the matter? Am I boring you?“

He grew more agitated with each sentence, now leaning onto your desk with both arms and staring directly at you. If he only knew how far from bored you were in his class.

You felt like you were frozen, held in place by the way his eyes were looking straight into yours. His fingers were gripping the edge of your desk now, it took everything in you not to stare at the veins on the back of his hand. And, worst of all, you felt a blush starting to creep up your neck. You couldn’t get a single word out.

“I asked you a question, Ms. Y/L/N.” there was sincere anger evident in his voice now.

„I’m...I’m so sorry, Professor Tapper. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. It doesn’t come from a place of disrespect, because I have nothing but admiration for you...” you stopped yourself before saying something you might regret. You could feel your blush intensifying.

A look of realization flashed over your Professors face.

“Oh, so thats what this is all about, I see.” he murmured, and turned around, walking towards his own desk in the front of the classroom.

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements to get you transferred to Professor Coopers class. This situation is highly inappropriate and it can’t interfere with your academial career, I won’t allow it.”

You were shocked.

Quitting Professor Tappers class? Never having another lecture with him again seemed like an impossible thing to even imagine. Before you could stop yourself, you began to speak again.

“No, Sir, please don’t do this. I’ll get a grip on it, I promise. It’s a silly crush, I won’t act on it, ever. I’ll never be late again, and I’ll participate, I’ll respond to every single question you give me, just please don’t make me quit your class.” you pleaded.

Your professor didn’t answer, so you got up from your chair and made your way over to him, coming to a halt in front of his desk. He was looking at you, eyes dark, an almost pained expression on his face. You took the paper you spent all night finishing out of your bag, putting it on his desk.

“This is my latest assignment, please read it before you make your decision. I am really putting so much effort into my work for this class, and I can’t imagine going to another professor with my questions. Please don’t send me away.” You were almost begging now, desperation evident in your voice.

Professor Tapper sighed and took of his glasses, the motion making your heart go fast you felt arousal starting to burn in your lower stomach. He was too attractive for his own good. You realized, too late, that you said the last part out loud.

“Sorry.” you whispered, not daring to meet his eye.

“Ms...Y/N” he said, addressing you by your first name for the first time ever.

You looked up to him.

“What you don’t understand is that I can’t allow myself to teach you anymore, considering this new...development. I just can’t do it.”

He took another deep breath, looking as if he was under an immense amount of stress. His shoulders were tense, and the crease between his eyebrows was more prominent then ever.

“But why?” you cried, “we can act like this whole conversation never happened. Nothing has to change, I’ll do better, I promise!”

He slammed his palm onto the table, the loud noise echoing through the empty lecture hall.

“Because it takes every damn ounce of my self control not to throw you over this desk right now and have my way with you, so how the hell am I supposed to teach you every day knowing that this is exactly what you want me to do? Staring at me like you’re doing it right now? I can’t do it!”

he was almost shouting now, breathing heavily. He was leaning over his desk so that his face was just inches apart from yours, close enough for you to see the small wrinkles around his eyes and how his lips were slightly parted.

And then you just leaned over and kissed him. His lips were soft but unmoving under yours. He was absolutely rigid for a second. Then he groaned against your mouth, and one of his hands reached out to cup your jaw and pull you closer, deepening the kiss.

A moan escaped your lips, and he broke free, taking several steps back from you. He was breathing hard and you could see a bulge beginning to form in his suit pants.

“Y/N, you have to leave. Now. We can’t do this.”

But there was no chance you were throwing away this opportunity. You’ve wanted this man for months, and this was your shot. So you slowly circled the desk and stopped right in front of Professor Tapper.

Gathering all your courage, you put one of your hands on his arm...and let the other one brush against his tight, close to his crotch. He let out a hiss, but didn’t make an attempt to remove your hands. His body was tense, but his eyes were dark and full of desire. He clearly wanted this as much as you did.

“No one needs to know. “ you whispered. “We obviously both want this, we’re both adults and you’re not even responsible for my final exam. You’re a guest professor, plus my graduation is only two months away anyway. I’ve wanted this, you, since I first stepped into your class.”

This broke his last resolve, he surged forward and started kissing you again, harder this time, his hands roaming your back, going downwards and squeezing your ass through your skirt as he pressed you against the hardening bulge in his trousers. "Fuck...are you sure you want to do this?“ he groaned into your ear. You just managed a breathy „Oh my god, yes.“

He instantly grabbed your hair to tilt your head back and cover your exposed neck with kisses and nibbles, making your skin break out in goosebumps and heat coiling in your lower stomach. You could feel yourself starting to get wet, and grinded your core against his erection again, your hands fisted into the lapels of his suit jacket. You moved against him, causing him to groan again, the deep, rumbling sound only fueling your arousal.

Your hands were shaking as you started working on his fly, opening the zipper and palming his cock through his boxer briefs.

While he continued to kiss your neck, his hands found their way under your skirt and he quickly pulled your panties down. As soon as your hot center was exposed, one of his long fingers parted your folds, gathering wetness.

Two of his digits entered you in a swift motion and the feeling of his fingers stretching you was like heaven. He was stroking that special spot deep inside you with every move as he plunged in and out of your wet pussy.

You buried you head in Jacobs (yes, you started thinking of him as Jacob, which was fair enough considering he had his fingers buried inside you) shoulder, muffling your increasing moans as you felt your orgasm approaching. The familiar tingling started low in your belly and slowly spread into every part of your body as Jake continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you faster and faster, the heel of his hand rubbing against your clit in the most delicious way.

"I’ve wanted to touch you for so long, feel you come apart under me. Come on, darling, come on my fingers.“ he growled into your ear and bit your earlobe. That was the last straw and you came with a cry, your walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure surged through you.

Your knees were weak as you slowly removed your head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. His blown pupils and heavy breathing were making it obvious that this was affecting him just as much as you, which was also evident from the very prominent erection that was tenting his boxer briefs through the open fly. He carefully withdrew his fingers and quickly wiped them on his pants.

"Wow“ you said, still trying to find your breath. "That was...amazing“

Your head was still spinning a bit from the intensity of your orgasm, but you were already thinking about how to repay him for making you feel so good.

You reached out your hand to palm his erection again, making him utter a low groan. Leaning forward, you whispered into his ear.

"Let me reciprocate, please.”

"You don’t have to-"

You broke him off with a small smirk.

"Please, I insist.”

Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees in front of him. He watched you intensely, sucking in a sharp breath as you looked up to him from under your lashes while you slowly pulled down his briefs along with his trousers. His erection sprung free, and you wasted no time, putting your hand around the base and slowly started taking the head into your mouth. You could feel his cock heavy on your tongue as you slowly sucked him deeper. One of his hands fisted into your hair and he started thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You put your hands onto his thighs for leverage, softly scraping you nails across his skin, which only seemed to spur him on, his thrusts starting to become deeper.

“God, Y/N, your mouth feels absolutely fantastic. You look so beautiful on your knees, sucking me off, taking my cock between your pretty lips.”

You almost couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your usually so eloquent Professors mouth. Who would’ve known he could talk so dirty.

It turned you on, immensely, and you increased your efforts, taking him even deeper into your mouth. You could feel his thrusts starting to quicken, and even if it was getting harder for you not to gag, you were enjoying this slightly rough treatment.

"Shit, I’m- I’m going to come, Y/N.” he gasped, locking eyes with you.

You nodded your head as far as it was possible, signaling him to not stop. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his legs and swallowed his cock deeper until it was hitting the back of your throat. He let out a deep, guttural moan and tightened his grip on your hair almost painfully as he came inside your mouth.

You released him, wiping the spit from your lips and looked up at your Professor. He was a sight to behold, dark eyes, tousled hair, leaning against his desk as he was slowly coming down from his high. You spoke first, getting up from the floor.

“I...liked that.” you said, unsure of what to say exactly.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand across his face.

“It was absolutely amazing. But we shouldn’t have done it. The very last thing I want is to take advantage of you. You deserve to be treated right.” he said in a low voice as he was readjusting his clothing. Hearing him say those things made a warm, happy feeling spread inside your chest. He cared. This hasn’t been just some quick way to blow off steam.

“You treated me exactly right, please dont worry...Jacob” you said, testing out the unfamiliar first name. He just nodded, and then his arms were around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.

“Thank you so much. But if you want this to continue, I must insist that you transfer into Professor Coopers class. Please, Y/N.”

his voice was heavy with emotion and he released you from the embrace to look directly at you.

“I agree. And I very much want this to continue, so I’m gonna transfer. It’s only for a few more weeks anyway. But, and this is my condition, you have to take me out for dinner this weekend.”

“Fair enough. I’d love to take you out properly. And please, call me Jake.”

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thewritingginger · 3 years

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Can I request 6 and 18 for the holiday prompts, with a male MC in a poly relationship with Shingen and Kenshin? Maybe have Kenshin dress up as a bunny (I saw a really funny post about that once). Go wild, and please, if you don’t want to do poly, then either or is fine, and same with the prompts! Thank you for opening up prompts!

Wow! OK! this took a hOt minute to make but boy was it fun.

This is actually 2 firsts for me, my first time writing a poly relationship & with a male reader so thank you Lovely Anon ! :3

You said to “go wild” and wild I went I probably could’ve gone crazier lol

Also I personally thought for this prompt the Kenshin bunny costume didn’t fit sorry >.< BUT I will say that a Kenshin in a bunny costume could be a fun idea for another time (if thats something you’d like please tell me and whether its also with a male reader too)

Enjoy ~

Prompt: Naughty #18: “These cookies look delicious but . . . you look better.” Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Shingen x M! Reader x Kenshin Word Count: 3,942 words Warning(s): 18+ NSFW, rougher sex, dirty talk, praise, degrading, Dom & Sub,

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It’s Friday night and is nearing 7 o’clock which is around the time that Shingen and Kenshin come home from work. Since it’s the weekend you usually have a few drinks together at the end of the night but you wanted to change it up just a bit. So you made dinner as you normally do but thought it'd be nice to also bake some treats as a little surprise. Not only because you know Shingen likes his fair share of sweet treats but also because the holiday season is upon us and there is nothing like cuddling up by the fire with some treats and cocoa or a cocktail with your two favorite people.

With dinner sitting in the oven to keep warm, as you are frosting the festively cut sugar cookies you hear muffled voices behind the door, keys jiggle in the lock till the door behind you opens welcoming your lovers from a long day at work.

“We’re home.” Shingen says.

“How was work?” You ask. Both men took off their shoes and stripped themselves of their jackets and other winter apparel.

“Tiring.” Kenshin says flatley as he walks into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of sake. Chuckling a bit Shingen adds

“We had to endure a few meetings and you know how well Kenshin deals with other people.” You laugh at the comment and you hear a quick tsk from the silver haired man. Dropping the keys on the little entry table Shingen grins seeing you working away in the kitchen.

“What's got you so busy over here, my Prince?” He asks. His sweet words paint a smile on your face. Enveloping you in a hug from behind resting his chin on your shoulder he gazes down at your little cookie decorating station. Parchment paper laid out, little ceramic dishes with an assortment of sprinkles and two bowls of blue and white frosting.

“I’m decorating the cookies I baked earlier. I thought after dinner we could build the fire and enjoy some while watching a movie or something.” You say. Listening to your sweet ideas warms the tall man's heart.

“Hmmm.” Shingen’s chest rumbles against your back. His strong arms firmly wrapped around your waist. Burying his nose into your neck breathing in your scent, leaving behind feather light kisses that send shivers down your spine.

“You know Y/n you’re truly too good for us.” He says, making you giggle. Before you can argue his statement he continues.

“I mean all day we are at work and to be able to come back to a home cooked meal is unmatched.” Placing kisses on your shoulder he begins to undo the tie on the back of your apron. “I just want you to know that your efforts never go unnoticed by us.” He says, his breath tickling your ear. His gentle touches make your eyes close, losing yourself in his hands. Hands that were once caressing and squeezing your hips making your breath hitch, turn you around. Pressed up against the counter, gazing into those sultry grey eyes, your lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“I just have to say, my sweet, these cookies look delicious but...” He pauses, licking his lower lip, looking you up and down. “You look better.~” His words laced with lust makes your head feel light at the thought of what those words could entail.

Without another word he captures your lips in a kiss. A kiss of burning passion. Fingers curled in your locks and pulling you near. You feel your cheeks grow flush from the heat that begins to spread within you. Pulling away, breathless. Hungry for more of his touch. Taking your hand leading you out of the kitchen into the living room where Kenshin waits, with your baking long forgotten. Sprawled in the end corner of the sectional, legs crossed, arms resting on the back, with sake cup in hand as one of his long fingers melodically taps the brim. A fox like stare fixed on you, his confident aura affects you much like Shingen’s sensualness. But instead of light touches and passionate words, Kenshin's seductive powers come from his pride and his ego. He draws you in purley with just a look of arrogance, because he knows he can have you anyway he wants at that moment, having you beg for more.

Sitting you on the couch, one on either side of you. Shingen directs your eyes to him with a pull of his finger under your chin. “Tell me Y/n will you allow us to show you our gratitude for all you do for us?” He asks. A sweet smile across his lips. Caressing your cheek you shudder. Your breath catches in your throat, unable to give a verbal response you nod your head doe-eyed. “Great.” He says with a cheeky grin, pulling your chin up to kiss him.

Your senses begin to fill with the feeling of Shingen’s strong hands roaming your body and the taste of his mouth on your tongue. Growing tired of watching, Kenshin reaches forward, stealing you from the brunette's grasp.

Your tongues dancing together in a battle of dominance. Keshin wins obviously. Overpowering you with his grip in your hair and nips of his lips on yours. Feeling drunk from his hold on you, unsure if it’s due to his dominant energy or the sake on his tongue. Pulling your head back by your hair he begins to assault your neck. Leaving tiny red and purple marks across your once pristine neck. Whilst Kenshin was feasting on your lips and neck, Shingen was beside you unbuttoning your shirt and cressing your whole body. dragging his fingertips over your exposed chest and stomach making you tremmer. Stripping you of your shirt, he kisses your bare shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“I love the way you shudder under our touch. Seeing you being ravished beside me is a sight to behold.” He says in a low hum as he begins to palm your growing excitement through your pants. “Kenshin I believe our Y/n seems ready for more. What do you say?” He asks. Kenshin pulls back, both men looking at you as you nod your head in agreement.

“Do you want to watch us undress for you or would you like to undress us yourself?” Kenshin asks you, his mismatched eyes boring into you. Feeling flustered by the situation you try to gather your thoughts.

“You can do it.” You say, your words come out a bit shaky.

“If a show is what he wants, then a show he shall have.” Shingen says playfully as he stands up.

Standing before you, the two men begin to kiss as they make work of each other's shirts. Their bare chests, both lean and sharp -as if they were carved from stone - on display for you. The view of them fondling and kissing each other in front of you makes your pants tighter than before. Sinking to his knees, Shingen slides off Kenshin’s belt and begins to pull down his trousers. Looking up at the white haired man through his lashes he places a trail of kisses from his belly button down to the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Slowly pulling them down, springing his erect member free from it’s cloth prison, Kenshin emits a soft sigh from the relief. Combing his hand through Shingen’s hair, guiding him to take in his length. Shingen’s hand wrapped around the base, he opens his mouth invitingly.

Sheathing his penis in Shingen’s mouth Kenshin begins to slowly pump into him.

Pushing his hair back with his free hand Kenshin looks over at you. Eyes locked. Enjoying your eyes on him during this scandalous act fueling his voyeuristic desires.

“Take off your pants.” He commands. His eyes not leaving yours.

You obey.

Your fingers fumble with your belt buckle and button. Unzipping your jeans you slide out of them, sitting in just your underwear.

“Your boxers too.” He commands agan. Each word has more power behind it. Doing as you were told leaving you with nowhere to hide. Kenshin hums to himself, satisfied with your obedience. “Touch yourself.” He says, embarrassed by his request you hesitate before you take yourself in your hand and begin to make slow strokes up and down your shaft. With each passing minute of watching your lovers, your pace slightly increases.

The room fills with sounds of gagging and moans. Every so often you hear a whispered curse or string of praise come from Kenshin. “Fuck, that feels good.” Not wanting you to get too far he stops you. “That’s enough.” His powerful words command your body to halt. Shingen detaches from Kenshin gasping. Looking at each other, communicating with just their eyes Shingen nods his head once.

Turning to your flushed form. Your chest rising and falling rapidly with excitement, calming down from your touch. Kenshin retake his spot in the corner of the couch -relaxed, legs wide- facing you and his counterpart. Running his palms up and down your thighs Shingen gives you that cocky grin you love.

“Look at you getting yourself all worked up.” His tone teasing. Wrapping his fingers around your girth you breath in through your teeth from the sudden contact. “To think this night was supposed to be about you and I just left you to yourself.”

His hand pumping your length is making it hard to understand what he is saying. “How about we change that?” He asks, in response you let out a half choked ‘uh-huh’.

Closing your eyes trying to collect yourself you feel warmth envelope your member, letting out a moan you throw your head back. Bobbing his head up and down, Shingen begins to massage your balls in his palm.

Looking down you see those stormy eyes staring right at you. Not wanting to miss a moment of your pleasure Shingen keeps his gaze glued to you.

Looking over to Kenshin you see him stroking himself at the sight of you two. You admire how his fist makes work of his erection. The way he twists his wrist at the head every few strokes makes you lick your lips unconsciously.

Releasing you with a soft pop, continuing to jerk you off, Shingen grabs your attention. “Do you feel good baby boy?” He asks. Drawing a red hot line with his tongue up your shaft. Rubbing the head of your cock he takes your balls in his mouth. The feeling of his hand and tongue pulls more mewls from your throat. Not knowing if you can take much more, Shingen pulls you forward by your hips, pushing your knees towards your chest. Looking down at you as he runs his tongue over your entrance. The sensation makes you weaker than before. Still stroking you he licks you up and down. Reviling in your taste and how your fingers pull at his locks. The slight sting stoking the fire within him.

“Gotta make sure I get you nice and ready to take my cock. Would you like that baby?” He asks, you respond with a desperate “Yes.”

With that he stops stroking you, making you whine a bit but soon your whines are replaced with moans once he spits on your hole and inserts a spit covered finger. Slowly stretching you out, moving his digit in and out over and over till he adds another and all over again till he has three fingers driving into your ass. You’re practically begging him to fuck you at this point. Nothing but pleads and moans leave your lips. Bending to your wants and desires Shingen retracts his fingers and stands up to take off his pants. Stopping his hands you look up at him, “Let me make you feel good too.” You say breathlessly. Smiling Shingen caresses your cheek and trades you places.

Now between his legs, his member in hand, you swallow the spit in your mouth, readying yourself before you lick the head of his penis and take it in. The warmth of your mouth makes him say your name like a whispered prayer.

Caressing your face with his hands, admiring your movements. “Oh wow Y/n you're so talented with your mouth. Ah just like that.” Praises flow out of his mouth. Looking over to Kenshin he chuckles a bit. “You feel left out yet Ken?” He asks, Kenshin responds with a simple “No, I'm quite enjoying my view.” His hand, still stroking his length, as his other hand is occupied wandering over his chest, thighs and balls.

Continuing your efforts to please Shingen you slightly gag on his length when you try to take it all in.

Growing bored of the repetitiveness Kenshin takes one more sip of his drink as he gets up and walks over to you and brings you to your feet. Facing him he grabs your chin pulling you in for a kiss. Pulling away his eyes are fiendish, “I think this little bitch is ready to be fucked.” He says to the man sitting behind you, eyes still on you. His words make you gulp. “Would you like that?” He asks. You respond with a shy ‘uh-huh.’

“I thought so.” He says with a sadistic smile. Releasing your face from his grip he sits on the coffee table in front of you, reclined back on his hands, his manhood standing proudly with precum glistening on the tip. “Sit on his cock and ride.” he orders.

You nod your head, making Shingen smirk as he sits forward, reaching over to the side table where there is a small bottle of lube ready for use. Squirting a bit on the head of his member, jerking himself a few times to coat it. He then runs his hands up your sides then trails them down to rest on your hips, guiding you onto his lap. One hand on your waist and the other rubbing himself on your hole.

All the sensations and the position you’re in was enough to make you bust in that moment. But trying to hold yourself together you take a deep breath as you feel yourself slowly being stretched out by Shingen. He pulls you down till you’re fully planted on his lap. He waits for you to adjust to his size, “Oh baby boy, your little asshole feels so good around my cock.” he moans in your ear.

With your hands on your knees to support yourself, you begin to rock your hips slowly back and forth on his member. Breathy groans leave your lips. Looking up at Kenshin, hoping you’re pleasing him.

Shingen’s chin resting on your shoulder peering over to look at the other man. “We have such a good boy don’t we Ken?” He asks, running his hands up your chest. “So obedient and fun to play with.” He continues, as he lightly rolls your nipples in between his fingertips making you whimper in pained-pleasure.

“Yes he is.” Kenshin says. Leaning forward, nose to nose with you. He asks, “Since you’re such a good boy you’re gonna continue to do everything I say, right?” You nod your head yes, but that wasn’t good enough for Kenshin.

“I didn’t hear you.” He states. Your mind spins trying to form a single word. Shingen’s hands aiding you in your hips movements don’t help.

You feel so full and with little release. After a moment to think you’re finally able to mumble a shaky “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He pushes further. Clearly enjoying the frustration in your orbs. Seeing how you struggle to answer makes him want to laugh.

“Yes, Sir.” You say. Kenshin grins devilishly, patting your cheek with his hand. “That’s a good boy.”

Leaning back a bit, elbows resting on his thighs Keshin pulls your chin to direct your gaze back to him. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” He commands. Whimpering, you shake your head. Your senses are so full. With Shingen so deep, his cock stirring your insides and Kenshin’s control over you. Forcing you to focus through the fog in your mind. Unable to do anything but submit to them. Wanting nothing more than to obey their wishes and have them use your body for their pleasure. The ecstasy that comes from rocking your hips back and forth onto the man beneath you is making it increasingly harder to keep your eyes open. Your eyes squint in an attempt to keep them on Kenshin, your jaw is slack, nothing but incoherent gibberish comes spilling out of your mouth. Just when you thought you couldn’t get anymore stimulation, Shingen pumping into your needy hole then begins to stroke your manhood. The sensation was enough to make you through your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Fuck.” You cry. Your hand reaches behind you, pulling Shingen closer as you begin to unravel under his touch. Although that moment was short lived as Kenshin bends over and pulls your head towards him by your hair. The sting from his grasp makes you mewl. Your faces almost touching, your breath intermingling. His eyes, boring into your tear filled ones. “I told you to keep your eyes on me Y/n.” He says. His words coated in venom, sending a shiver down your spin. Standing up before you, your locks still in his hold, grasping his dick and putting it to your lips. “Be a good toy and suck me off.” He says. Opening your mouth he begins to fuck your throat. Staring up at his vicious gaze as he grits his teeth. “Fuck, you look so helpless.” He laughs. “The way you're riding Shingen like a bitch in heat while having my cock down your throat. But you like that don’t you. Having your body being defiled by two men.” His demeaning words tied with his erection invading your throat makes you release a muffled cry.

Tears seeping from your eyes from the pleasure and roughness. Your mind is spinning from being so full as both pump into your holes. Both men make it such an experience, you need both of them. With Shingen’s soft passionateness and Kenshin’s cruel dominance it's a perfect blend of pleasure and pain.

Watching you being face fucked, with his large hands still wondering your body. Playing and manipulating you how he pleases to pull more reactions from your excited body. “My lord you look perfect baby.” Shingen says. His face in your hair, you feel his lips against the crest of your ear as his deep voice rattles your body with praise. “The way you tighten around my cock as you choke on another man’s, is just divine.” He says. Driving you closer and closer to the edge, their words coaxing you to the end of your rope. Your body shaking, knowing you're about to cum Shingen begins to furiously pump your hardness, whispering in your ear. “Come on baby boy I know you’re at your limit. Cum for Daddy, I want you to cum on my cock and coat my hand in your semen. Can you do that for me?” He asks. Your body seizing unable to think or breath you shake your head as best you could.

Pulling himself out of your mouth, finally able to take a full breath of air but soon exhaling it with a guttural moan. Falling back against Shingen’s chest, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your orgasm begins to roll through your body. Currents of electricity shoot through your limbs, feeling everything and numb all at the same time. Spurts of white fluid covering Shingen’s hand that continues to jerk you off as you’re cumming, over stimulating you drawing out your voice. Turning your head he kisses you, groaning against your mouth as he feels the string in him about to snap. Pulling away, both gasping as he begins to pump his hot essence into yours used hole.

Grabbing your head and pulling you forward pumping his own member in front of you, Kenshin ejaculates onto your face. Opening your mouth you catch some of it on your tongue. His head rolled back in amusement and pleasure Kenshin chuckles once again. “Such a good little slut, clean my cock off with your tongue.” He says. Lidded eyes watching as you triedly lick the remaining drops of his cum on his penis and fingers.

Laying back against the larger man that's slumped to the back of the couch, and Kenshin plops onto the seat next to you both. All three of you sit there for a moment in silence, heaving. Relishing in the afterglow of your fiendish activities. Sitting up slowly Shingen pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss of fullness, adjusting to the emptiness as you rest in his arms. Curled up your arms wrapped around his neck, breathless and fatigued. His warm hands stroke up and down your back as he places a soft kiss on your head.

“You did so well my love, so amazing.” He praises. Rolling to his side Kenshin cups your cheek, your eye glossed over as you look at him. The white haired man leans over and kisses your cheek. “Are you okay?” He asks. Your throat sore, unable to really say anything you just smile and nod your head. “How about we run you a hot bath to relax and clean you up a bit?” Shingen asks. Holding him a bit tighter you nod your head once again. “Okay, I’ll carry you to the bath then.” He says with a soft chuckle slowly standing up, carrying you bridal style heading to the bathroom.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath your muscles relax, your eyes closed. Enjoying the soft music playing the background as Shingen gently wets your hair with a sponge, humming to the melody in the air. A while later Kenshin opens the door, “I cleaned up the living room and prepared your clean clothes in the bedroom once you’re ready. Take your time.” He says. His voice unlike before had a sweet softness to it. Walking over to you and your shared lover, kneeling at the end of the tub by your feet. “Do you need any more help cleaning up or are you okay?” He asks. His hand runs slowly up and down your calf in the water, as caring eyes await for your response. Shaking your head you give a tired half smile. “No I don’t think so, but I do think I’m ready to get dressed and eat some dinner now.” You say.

Shingen laughs a bit, “Not surprised after what you did, you must have worked up quite an appetite.” He says. Making you laugh a bit embarrassed. “I’ll go get dinner out of the oven.” Shingen says. Leaving the bathroom Kenshin pulls the drain of the tub and helps you out, wrapping you in a towel. Your legs still not used to walking Keshin grabs you as your knees slack a bit. “Hmm, let me help you.” He hums humored, picking you up to take you to the bedroom to help dress you.

Once you’re dressed you’re able to walk by yourself. Making your way to the living room, Shingen had already placed three plates of dinner on the table, each accompanied with a glass of sake.

For the rest of the night you three ate dinner, enjoyed the cookies you made as you cuddled on the large sofa, with you in the middle wrapped in a blanket sipping hot chocolate watching Christmas movies. A perfect way to end off the beginning of a great weekend.

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My Goodness I hope this was ok.

Feedback would be much appreciated since this is my first x male reader one shot. Altho I feel pretty happy with it I want to make sure that I did my male lovelies justice :3

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𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 — 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: bakugou x fem! reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,835

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: Hi! Love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a one shot about Bakugo and female reader? Where they’ve been dating for a while and they decide to tell the rest of the class (or someone finds them kissing?). *fluff* Thats all! You don’t have to of course.. I’ve never actually requested anything from anyone before <:3. Have a nice day (night?)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: bakugou and you have been dating for a few months but haven’t told the others. some of bakugou’s idiot, ‘friends’ finds the two of you at an amusement park and takes a few pictures to send to the group chat..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cussing, a lot of fluff, horrible writing

𝐊𝐄𝐘:

꒰ 🌱 ꒱ - flashback

𝐀/𝐍: lowercase intended + this is so long- i was dying while writing this, the struggle do be real (´；ω；`)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈 | 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 — 𝐌. 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“watch where you’re going, brat.” bakugou pulls you closer to him by the waist, narrowly bumping into a stranger.

“i’m sorry, it’s kind of difficult with this giant bear in my hands.” you emphasize your point by thrusting the teddy bear in bakugou’s face.

bakugou scoffs and pushes the oversized plushie back, “if you don’t like it then just get rid of it.”

internally bakugou doesn’t want you to throw it away. he won it for you by playing one of those dumb booth games. at first he was against playing it but seeing how much you wanted that black teddy bear, he gave in.

in the end it was worth it because he got to see that look of pure admiration from you. he would never admit it, but it made his ego swell.

the worker who ran the game booth wasn’t so happy that bakugou completely wrecked one of the character stands. out of compensation, bakugou paid for the damage. (you convinced him to after a bit of arguing).

“no, i do like it, it’s just hard to hold..” you struggle to lift the teddy bear that is practically your size, higher so it doesn’t touch the ground. bakugou looks on, amused by your little problem.

“then give it to me, i don’t want to hear you complaining for another hour,” bakugou grumbles, opening his arms for the teddy bear. you give it to him and he slings it over his back like a backpack.

“don’t be so rough with mr. snuffles,” you chide, giving bakugou a light smack in the forearm.

“mr. snuffles? that’s a stupid name.” bakugou comments, clearly unaffected by your weak blow.

you pout at his remark and look away playfully. in your relationship you like to mess with bakugou. acting like a brat and not giving him any attention can make him surrender to you in mostly any situation.

bakugou sees this and groans quietly, “are we really doing this now?” bakugou’s shoulders slump when you don’t respond or even look at him.

part of him finds your little grumpy face to be adorable. it reminds him of a little spoiled child. (which you basically are when you are with him). your brows are slightly furrowed and your puffed out cheeks are tinted with a natural blush. you look like a mildly irritated chipmunk.

bakugou stops himself from smiling at his own thought and looks away from you. he knows what he has to do to gain your attention again.

“i’m sorry..” bakugou mumbles out. you barely catch onto it through all the bustling from others around the both of you.

“hm? what was that?” you urge him on, still looking away.

“i’m sorry, okay? mr. snuffles..isn’t a stupid name,” bakugou repeats his apology. it was almost painful for him to say the last part.

you take a glance at him and hold back a giggle. he looks so cute with his usual grouchy looking face. his face has a faint pink hue, barely visible by all the neon lights surrounding the two of you, and his eyes are focused forward.

the contrast between his muscular build and the giant fluffy teddy bear is quite endearing in a way. you would never think someone like bakugou would have such a cutesy plushie.

“mr. snuffles and i will accept your apology, but..” you trail off and advert your eyes for a second to add a dramatic effect, “you need to take a picture with us to really receive it.”

bakugou lets out a sigh, not even hiding it at this point, “fine, but only one picture.”

it took you a moment to really process what he said. the bakugou katsuki just allowed you to take a picture of him without any protest. are you dreaming?

excited now, the both of you settle in a spot where it’s less crowded and take the picture- or well pictures. yes, bakugou did say only one but you couldn’t help it. you want to capture this moment and look back at the pictures.

this is one out of many dates you’ve had with bakugou in the two months that you’ve been together. it is hard for him to make some time for you but he always manages to do it.

sense he attends u.a. he can only meet up with you on the weekends. sometimes he visits you after a school day if he isn’t training or busy. you know his schedule is pretty pact so you never complain about not spending every second with him. he wants to become a strong hero which is something you respect.

his dedication to becoming a hero and being a good boyfriend are both very high. you don’t attend any hero school because you personally don’t think you are cut out for it. being in the spotlight and working under pressure is something you just aren’t comfortable with.

you plan on simply living a normal life, graduating high school, continuing to work at your family owned florist shop, and maybe even partaking in an art related career. drawing isn’t something you think you are particularly good at but you would still like to try it out.

your quirk isn’t anything special. any emotion you feel can be shared with others. a sort of, ‘aura’ surrounds your body and the color depends on your mood. if you’re sad, others around you will feel sad too.

it surprises you how far you’ve both grown from the first time you met up till now. bakugou met you in your little florist shop.

꒰ 🌱 ꒱

he walks into the shop, looking somewhat paranoid as he observes all the flowers.

you stand behind the counter and busy yourself by arranging flowers that don’t need to be arranged. when you first lay eyes on bakugou you find his presence to be..odd. he looks brash and rough, someone that wouldn’t be shopping for flowers.

then again there are different types of people. you shouldn’t judge their personality by their looks. he is good looking and looks about your age. you wonder if a girl broke his hard exterior and made that scowl turn into a sweet smile. that could be why he’s here. finding a beautiful bouquet just for a little lover.

bakugou continues to look around, it becoming apparent that he’s having a mini dilemma. he doesn’t want to ask you for advice but he honestly doesn’t know what flowers to choose. stalling for a few more minutes, he finally brings up the energy to walk up to you.

“may i help you?” you stop organizing the flower displays and fully turn your attention to the ash blonde.

“can you..help me choose,” bakugou asks, almost reluctantly. his voice is raspy and low but it suits him.

“of course, what is the occasion for? a lover perhaps?” you surmise, eyeing a cute gift bag in one of his hands. it was see through so you could make out a heart shaped package inside. maybe chocolates?

the blonde suppresses a gag at your words and the heat creeping up his cheeks. he roughly corrects you, “no, it’s for..something else.”

you don’t believe him but urge him to be more specific, “and what is this, ‘something else’ ?”

bakugou shifts in his spot, his face only growing warmer. he doesn’t want to admit why he’s here, in a damn flower shop but what else can he do? he shouldn’t have come in the first place..

“..it’s for my mother’s birthday.” bakugou finally spits out. instead of looking away like he wanted to, he stares straight at you with glaring red eyes, daring you to laugh at him.

you didn’t expect that answer. who knew someone like him would be a mommy’s boy? quit judging people (y/n), it’s not nice.

“what’s your mother’s favorite color? would she like a big bouquet or a small one?”

“how am i supposed to know that??”

now bakugou really wishes he hadn’t come to this stupid shop. he only came because he knew it was a small shop where he probably won’t be spotted by any of his crappy classmates from school. it had great reviews online and looked good enough of a place to come. he didn’t know he’d need to know stuff like his mother’s favorite color to pick simple flowers.

“aren’t you close with your mother? isn’t that why you are giving her a gift?”

the blonde silently fumes at your questions, irritated that you aren’t just suggesting some flowers that he can buy and get the hell out of the shop faster.

“that’s none of your business, now are you going to help or not??” bakugou’s voice increases in volume. he looks quite red in the face from his growing impatience.

“well, it would help if you knew some of her preferences,” you look away from him and lightly brush your fingers over some flower petals near you, “and to think i thought you were a momma’s boy.”

you know teasing costumers is highly inappropriate but you can’t help yourself. the boy just looks so cute when he’s mad.

“huh? what the hell did you call me??” bakugou’s voice booms in the small shop. his face a bright red after being riled up. who do you think you are calling him a momma’s boy?

you crack a smile at the angry boy and continue on talking, “maybe we should focus on meanings..what kind of message would you like to give through flowers?”

“how about, ‘you are annoying and should stop being a hag.’” bakugou sarcastically says, following up with a dry smile.

you give a disapproving look and tsk, “that isn’t very nice to say about your mother..but maybe pink lilies? they symbolize prosperity and abundance.” you point to the bouquets of lilies.

he takes a look but shakes his head, “no, they’re ugly.”

“how about snapdragons? they signify strength and graciousness.”

“no, those are ugly too.”

“then what flowers do you find not ugly? you aren’t exactly giving me any sort of information to help you.” you let some tone slip through to really show that you are serious. this boy truly is an enigma. first he gives you nothing to hang on to and now he’s being picky?

“something..that doesn’t make a lot of mess.” bakugou isn’t sure what he’s really looking for. he has no clue about flowers. the only reason he even decided to get them was because his mother would probably talk his ears off for not getting any for her.

“hmm, what is your mother like? like what is her personality? is she calm? kind?”

“she’s loud and irritating.”

“pink hydrangeas are out of the way because they could be messy..what do you think of pink tulips? they don’t have many petals and are very pretty. they express happiness and confidence. if she’s anything like you, this could be a good message.” you gesture to the flowers you mention.

“what do you mean, ‘if she’s anything like me?’” bakugou is taken aback by your backhanded..compliment? he isn’t even sure what that was. you have some bite in you for a girl that looks fairly nice on the outside.

“you have a very confident..aura, i’m not sure how to explain it. i think it’s part of my quirk but i’m not sure.”

now that piqued his interest a bit. what would your quirk be? and why is my face getting warm?? probably something weak sense you don’t seem like the type to attend a hero school. then again..deku didn’t seem like the type either. bakugou stops his train of thought from spiraling down further. he doesn’t need to know useless stuff like that. he’s only here for one thing and that’s shitty flowers.

he studies the flowers and makes his decision. “these are fine..”

you nod and prepare the bouquet slowly. to be honest, work has been going slow and it’s rare for a cute boy your age to come by. old people and young couples usually come by every few hours.

bakugou, although a little irritating, is enjoyable to be around. (and tease). you really don’t want him to go and let you suffer another few hours of loneliness.

once the bouquet is done you give it to him after he pays for it.

“it was really nice meeting you even if you did give me some trouble, momma’s boy. happy birthday to your mother,” you grin, teasing him once more.

“..stop calling me that, my name is bakugou, flower girl.” bakugou doesn’t know why your smile makes him feel strange or why he even told you his name but it doesn’t matter now. he won’t ever see you and your dumb face again.

꒰ 🌱 ꒱

for some reason bakugou just couldn’t get you out of his head after that.

when he returned home and thrusted his gifts in his mother’s face, his mother was surprised by the gesture and even started to tear up. it was awkward..especially the part where she trapped him in a death hug.

she placed the bouquet in a clear vase with some water in the living room. whenever bakugou walks passed it he remembers you. what’s so special about you? you don’t have a flashy quirk, you don’t look like you go to u.a. or any other hero school..

you’re pretty, have a nice voice, and a good sense of humor. (at least he thinks so from the short interaction). you don’t act like a total pushover and stood up when he was annoying you. wait, why am i thinking about this??

bakugou visited your flower shop two days after that. he made excuses to come by and bought flowers when he didn’t need to. his mother grew curious at bakugou’s sudden interest in flowers so she questioned him like any mother would.

that ended with his mother having a suspicion that her own son has a secret lover. she was thrilled by the possibility and urged her son to invite her over one day. (bakugou scoffed at the idea but on the inside his heart was pounding).

he did end up spending more time with you and going on official dates. the differences between the both of you are what keeps you two inseparable.

a few feet from the two of you stood three idiots.

“that is bakugou!”

“then who’s the girl??”

“it looks like his girlfriend.”

kaminari zooms in on bakugou and you with his phone, taking a few pictures when the two of you stop walking. he looks back at them with kirishima and sero.

“she’s pretty cute,” kaminari comments, looking at the pictures closer.

“dude, you shouldn’t say that! she’s bakugou’s,” kirishima scowls, hitting the blonde upside the head.

“ow! i’m sorry, but it’s true, isn’t it?”

“...”

“yeah.”

“to be honest, i would never expect bakugou to have a girlfriend, let alone a girl like that.” sero says, pointing at you in the picture to emphasis his point.

“yeah, she does look really soft, in a good way.” kirishima agrees.

“that sounds creepy..” the raven haired boy gives kirishima a disgusted face. kirishima’s eyes widen after registering his words.

“no! i-i didn’t mean it that way, i swear!” the red haired boy waves his hands frantically in front of him as if that could help ward off his odd words.

“we should tell the others in the group chat! they have to know about this!” kaminari swipes his phone from the other two and texts the group chat.

“wait! but isn’t bakugou going to get mad? i don’t think it’s a good idea..” kirishima tries to pull the phone away from kaminari but kaminari keeps dodging him.

“no, he won’t be if we just keep it a secret. everything will be fine.” kaminari waves him off and sends the pictures as proof.

“i don’t know about this..” sero rubs the back of his neck nervously, practically feeling all the bad things that will unfold from this.

the next day bakugou enters his homeroom and notices something is off. everyone quiets down and stares at him as if he’s some sort of alien. what the fuck?

he glares back at them and they back off, continuing their chatter from before but more hushed.

“hey, bakubro, do you wanna hangout after school? maybe we can practice training together again. it’s been awhile,” kirishima inquires subtly as he walks up to the blonde’s desk.

“no, i have shit to do. train by yourself, i’ll just keep beating your ass like before and you’ll barely improve.” bakugou brushes him off dismissively.

“aww! come onnn, bro. i’ll be sure to show more progress. i have gotten better at my blocks and reflexes.” the red head whines and places his hand on bakugou’s shoulder, leaning down to be eye level with bakugou’s sitting form.

bakugou jerks his body away from kirishima and lets out an annoyed growl. “can you shut up?? i said, i don’t want to. i have things to do.”

kirishima backs off, facing his palms forward in surrender, “alright, alright, i’m sorry man.”

test one, complete. bakugou usually is up to training with kirishima but nowadays he has been putting them off or not even mentioning training with him. kirishima never thought much of it until now. it would make sense if bakugou has been spending his time after school with his girl. then again, he could just be doing something else important after school..

hero basic training class comes around and everyone has to change in the locker room.

“do you guys smell that?” mineta looks around, sniffing the air.

“smell what? sweat?” sero continues to change into his uniform, paying the short boy little attention.

“no, no. it..smells like perfume, girl perfume.” he wanders around the locker room and starts to sniff things like a bloodhound. the others besides bakugou look on with judgement.

mineta walks up to bakugou and sniffs his uniform he’s still wearing without thinking, rubbing his nose on it once he takes a good whiff.

“what the fuck are you doing?? get the hell off of me, midget!” bakugou pushes the short boy away from him, seething with rage.

“that perfume..it’s, ‘midnight love’ miss midnight’s own perfume! you use it too bakugou?” mineta doesn’t bother trying to sit up, too dazed by the smell of his favorite perfume.

“i don’t wear that crap. some shitty girl sprayed it everywhere in the halls and it got on me, okay??” bakugou carries on with changing into his costume more aggressively, avoiding everyone.

this wasn’t one of the tests but it still works. the perfume on bakugou could be his girlfriend’s. he does seem more aggressive and defensive than usual too.

“you aren’t eating school lunch? that’s new,” kirishima comments, eyeing the black bento in front of bakugou.

bakugou ignores him and opens his bento, disregarding the lid next to him. just as he’s about to dig into his food, kaminari speaks.

“hey, what’s this?” the sparky blonde picks the lid up and turns it around so the inside faces him. there was a note taped on it and written in pink marker.

‘i hope you enjoy it ~╰(*´︶`*)╯♡’

“your mother is caring, making you delicious looking food for lunch.” kirishima observes bakugou’s reaction to his words closely.

the short tempered blonde takes the lid back and turns it so the note isn’t visible anymore. “don’t touch my stuff and can you guys let me eat for a fucking second??”

test number..two? three? successful. bakugou’s mom doesn’t seem like the type to make bakugou food, otherwise she would have done that at the beginning of the school year. this must be bakugou’s girl’s doing.

after spending some time with you, bakugou returns to the dorm. in his head he prays that he can hide in his room without anyone stopping him but luck is not on his side.

“hey, bakugou! you are finally- wait, is that a flower in your hair?” kaminari points at the flower with a slight smirk on his face.

“oohhh, does bakugou have a girlfriend or something?” mina gushes, smiling brightly.

“bakugou having a girlfriend? that doesn’t sound realistic.” tsuyu bluntly states.

“if bakugou does have a..girlfriend then she must be just as short tempered as him.” todoroki (surprisingly) adds.

bakugou pulls the flower from his hair and crushes it in his clenched fist. “can you guys shut the fuck up? what’s with you all? why are you guys fucking ganging up on me? you’ve all been acting so damn weird since the beginning of the day.” bakugou snaps, done with everyone’s relentless teasing.

everyone shuts up and flinches at bakugou’s scalding temper. kirishima slowly raises his hand, stopping himself from shrinking back when bakugou’s vermillion eyes focus on him.

“uh..explain. ‘ganging up’ ?”

bakugou lets out an animalistic snarl, ready to pounce on the red head.

“ah- okay..w-we, kaminari, sero, and i may have been at the amusement park yesterday and spotted you with a..girl.” kirishima quickly explains, holding his hands up in front of him to block any potential attacks his way.

“a-and you can’t deny it because we have pictures for proof..” kaminari pulls out his phone and clumsily shows bakugou the photos he took without consent.

“you guys took fucking pictures?? delete them, now.” the fuming blonde takes a step closer to kaminari, swiping his hand up to try and snatch the phone away.

kaminari lets out a girly shriek, squirming away from him and using sero’s lanky form as a shield.

“k-kacchan, please calm down, we are v-very sorry for-“

“shut your damn mouth, deku. don’t tell me to calm down. you guys were fucking nosy and took pictures of us. whether i have a girlfriend or not is none of your business.” bakugou yells, storming out of the living room afterwards.

as soon as bakugou enters his room he slams the door shut roughly and falls onto his bed face first.

“stupid fucking, extras..” the angered boy breathes out, still all riled up. he takes one of his pillows and presses it up to his face to stifle the screams he let out.

how dare they? taking fucking pictures of us..(y/n) isn’t going to be happy about this. fuck.

sitting up, he throws the pillow to the side and takes his phone out, scrolling through his contacts until he gets to yours. his thumb lingers above your name briefly before pressing it.

bakugou shifts on his bed so he can sit with his legs crossed, waiting anxiously as his phone rings. his face looks so red and his hair looks unkempt in the camera. he really does look like a mess.

the ringing stops, somehow making bakugou’s heart speed up faster.

“suki? are you okay? what’s wrong?”

hearing that familiar nickname you gave him soothes him significantly. just hearing your voice and seeing you again calms him. of course you’d know something is up just by a first glance.

“no..”

“come on, you look like you just fought with a bear. i know that face too, you can’t lie to me.”

“i don’t look that bad.” bakugou pushes his hair back from his eyes with one hand and huffs.

“sure, sweetie.” you give him a mock smile, soaking in his disheveled look. he still looks attractive even if his skin matches a tomato right now.

the corner of bakugou’s lips quirk but he quickly drops it at remembering the reason to why he even called you in the first place.

“i need to tell you something..”

“hm? what is it?”

“i..they know. i’m sorry.” bakugou murmurs.

“what do you mean?” you look at bakugou with concern. it’s rare for bakugou to ever apologize so this must be serious.

“my dumbass classmates saw us during our date yesterday and took pictures. now they all know and will probably bug me to meet you..” bakugou’s chest constricts with guilt when he can practically feel your growing anxiety through the screen.

you mull over his words before speaking, “..it’s okay, maybe i should meet them. we’ve been together for a few months now. it’s better if we just get this over with than wait for who knows how long until i think i’m ready.”

“are you sure? you don’t need to do shit if you still aren’t ready to meet them.” bakugou didn’t expect this. during your relationship bakugou learned that you have an aversion to socializing with big groups of people. so you two settled with an agreement that you don’t have to meet any of his friends until you were ready.

“i..think i’ll be okay. i’m sure.”

bakugou and you made up a plan on when you should meet them and the place. the both of you settled with meeting them tomorrow after school at a big mall.

“i’ll see you then, goodnight, suki, love you.” you pucker you’re lips at him, bakugou’s face flares up at your gesture and words.

“night, love you too, brat.”

bakugou stays in his room for a little while, his anger finally leaving his body. he sort of regrets organizing a meet up because he’s afraid that his classmates will scare you away. (how ironic..).

he leaves his room to walk towards the living area. he could hear the others arguing in not so hushed voices just behind the corner.

“this is all your fault kami, i told you it was a bad idea!”

“shut it! you still went along with poking him during the day!”

“i feel like bakugou wouldn’t have snapped if todoroki hadn’t said anything..”

“i didn’t say anything wrong though?”

“you guys are shitty at whispering.”

everyone stops talking at the sound of bakugou’s voice. it took only a second for them to unfreeze and apologize profusely to him. (besides some..).

“ahh, bakugou, we’re really sorry for invading your privacy! we won’t do it again, we promise!” kirishima kneels on the floor in front of bakugou, his hands forming a prayer.

“i deleted the photos, please don’t kill me in my sleep!” kaminari joins kirishima, crying comically large tears.

“please forgive us, i told kaminari it wasn’t a good idea but-“

“can you guys quit being fucking wimps??” bakugou hits kirishima and kaminari on the top of their heads, causing the two to groan in pain. “she would like to meet you all tomorrow after school. i’ll send the location on where we all are meeting up. you guys better not be fucking late.”

there is a variety of reactions. some are ecstatic, others are neutral, and a few are indifferent.

“wait, really?? i can’t wait to meet her!” mina cheers with toru, uraraka, and the other girls.

“this is surprising..but i’ll take it! i bet she’ll look even cuter up close!” kaminari exclaims, smiling nervously when bakugou glowers at him. “o-of course i won’t do anything! she’s all yours.”

“is she really a babe? now i really gotta see her in person!” mineta drools at the scenarios in his head, swooning.

“don’t even think about pulling anything you damn dwarf. before you guys meet her you all need to follow this one rule. don’t act like shit heads. i don’t want you all scaring her away with your stupidity.” bakugou warns them.

“we promise to not scare her away!”

“how do you feel?”

“i’m a little nervous..” you admit, fiddling with your poofy sleeves.

“i can tell, your aura is grey.” bakugou rubs your forearm and pulls you closer to him by the arm he has slung around your shoulders.

you look down at your hands and notice that he’s right. sometimes when you feel a strong emotion you can’t stop yourself from activating your quirk.

“we can ditch them if you still aren’t ready.” bakugou suggests, a despicable smile grows on his face.

you shake your head, denying the idea. “no, i still want to go through with this.”

the others arrive and act pretty rowdy. they seem intimidating..

“wow! so you’re bakugou’s girlfriend? you’re too pretty for him!” mina gushes over you, eyeing you up and down with bright eyes.

“i hope we can be friends, my name is uraraka ochako! what’s your name?”

“you have awesome style!”

“it’s so nice to meet you officially!”

“can you guys back off? do you all not remember the fucking rule i mentioned yesterday?” bakugou intercepts all the greetings when he notices your aura turning a dark black. he pulls you closer to him protectively and rubs your back lightly to hopefully calm you down.

“w-we’re so sorry! we didn’t mean to upset you!” uraraka apologizes, the others follow.

you eventually relax at their presence and gradually grew comfortable with them as you all decide to shop together. bakugou won’t admit it but he does feel satisfied knowing that the others know you are his now.

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