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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Thank you for doing this request (if within your rules that I read and hopefully understood correctly.) and love your work.

So the request would be for twst dorm leaders reaction to s/o losing a bet with Leona and having to spend an afternoon snoozing in the garden with him. Also, for some x reason, Leona is getting revenge on dorm leader or they owe him a favor.

It can be gender neutral or gn. Whichever.

I dont think this goes against any rules and feel free to modify. Really looking for some fluff and laughs from their "jealous" reaction.

THANK YOU!

Keep up the great work :)

Thank you!! I’ve been trying hard. Hopefully I understood your request correctly because if not I’m gonna look stupid af skhffkjsl also oops I forgot the s/o part but I remembered flirting. So it ended up kinda being ~will they won’t they~

Okay due to the nature of this request I don’t really think I can have Leona reacting to…Leona getting revenge on himself, however you will not be empty handed in Leona-ness. Also 👀👀👀 did I hear jealousy???

Too much green to feel blue

Characters: Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Leona

Tw// mild threats, implications of criminal activity, mentions of poisoning, manhandling, jealousy, negative self talk (for Kalim and Idia), angst

Riddle

Riddle had invited you to the once a month Heartslabyul tea party like always, and you had of course said you were going to come. Well, day of, you appear nowhere to be seen. It isn’t like you to be late - at least not when Riddle’s involved, since he’d more than likely give you an earful on manners. So why, exactly, aren’t you here?

Riddle asked Cater to send off a clone to find you with the upmost amount of sweetness, it actually made Cater think he was having a stroke or got hit with a spell that messed with his mind. It wasn’t until Riddle began to flush bright cherry red that he got the memo that, no, he’s not dying, he’s just got a little crush.

So when a Cater clone went to find you and found you in the botanical gardens, laying there asleep with a smirking Leona napping on your chest, he knew better than to share this information.

“They’re sick.” He gave as an excuse, “Wanted to apologize for not letting you know sooner.”

So the party went on and as it was being taken down later, Riddle asked Trey to put aside some leftover cookies so he could take them to you and check on your health. Care frantically tried to get Trey to say no, only to be caught.

“They we’re in the botanical gardens with Leona…” he finally fessed, “Leona was taking a nap on them.”

Riddle’s little heart shaped hair antennas went straight in the air as his face went red. Trey could have sworn that smoke as pouring from his ears.

Of course it was Leona. A spat last week between Riddle and Leona must still be lingering in the air. All because Riddle said Savanaclaw can’t be excused from working in the arts and science festival, now he was using you to get to him?

Riddle marched his way to botanical garden. His face was scrunched so tightly and sternly that he almost looked constipated. As he stomped up to you and Leona, he softened slightly when he saw your eyes looking at him mournfully, and your arms trapped under Leona’s tight grip.

“Rosehearts.” The lion greeted, teeth glinting as he grinned, “Good to see you.”

Riddle narrowed his eyes, then leaned over and pulled you from Leona’s arms, much to Leona’s surprise (or possibly his plan, since the beastman was much stronger than this 7th grade looking teachers pet.)

“You missed the party.” Riddle said sternly.

“Oh, was that today?” Leona drawled in faux shock, “It completely slipped my mind. My apologies, truly.” He pouted, looking pleased with himself.

Riddle simply glared at him before tugging you away, “You’re never late. Why were you here?”

“I lost a bet.” You replied with exhaustion, “This was the price. I’m so sorry Riddle, I was looking forward to spending time with you.”

Instantly his mood shifted, and he threw another glare toward Leona before tugging you off.

“We’ll just have to have one of our own, to make up for it. C’mon, there’s treats left, and I’ll make us some tea. There’s this lovely Darjeeling I received in a package from my father that you’ll love.”

Azul

Azul tapped his toe impatiently as he looked at his watch. Mostro Lounge was ten minutes from opening and you still hadn’t arrived. Your shift was supposed to start 45 minutes ago, where were you? Well, he eventually grew tired of waiting and simply went to find you, leaving Jade in charge for the ten or so minutes it would take between finding you and bringing you back.

He had a generally good idea of who and where you would be held up, and he started at each location. Heartslabyul commons - nope. The alchemy classroom - no. Ramshackle - no, again. Perhaps you were stuck with an assignment for Crewel and gathering materials? You did seem to excel in Potionology, and Crewel did love to challenge his favorite students.

What he expected in the botanical gardens was to see you snipping flowers in a rush, or plucking roots from the soil. Maybe even watering the plants. What he didn’t expect was to see you trapped next to Leona, wrapped in his jacket (tied in a bow so you couldn’t use the arms, on backwards and zipped up like a straight jacket) with one of the lions arms slung over your side as you squirmed.

“Oi, herbivore, you lost the bet. Pay the price.”

“I’d rather deal with your wrath than the Leech twins. I watched Jade send someone into anaphylactic shock by ‘accidentally’ mixing peanuts into a dish. All because they were rude to one of the other servers. And I don’t wanna get squeezed either!”

Azul coughed to get their attention, resulting in both parties looking up at him. Leona wore a sly smirk as he looked up, while you wore a mildly terrified expression.

“You’re late for work.” Azul said tightly, “Leona, would you kindly release my worker?”

“Nah.” Leona said, proceeding to lay all the way on them. “They lost a bet with me. You know deals are made to be kept.”

“And what was this deal, exactly?” He asked, voice strained as he tried to keep it even. His knuckles where white under his gloves. He proceeded to hold his hands behind his back.

“He bet that I couldn’t evict all the ghosts from ramshackle in a month.” You said bashfully, “I said I could.”

Leona snickered and rubbed his head against their neck, “It’s fully legitimate.”

Azul adjusted his glasses, glaring at them both. “I thought you’d learned not to take deals with people after dealing with me, no?”

“Did you just admit that you’re shady?” You asked, suppressing a laugh.

“Perhaps.” He said, “Is there nothing I could negotiate in order for them to be freed?”

Leona laughed, then raised an eyebrow, “Aww, you care that much about one little herbivore? You goin soft on me?”

Azul glowered, “Mostro Lounge’s income triples whenever they work. They’re an invaluable asset, that’s all.”

“Mhmm, asset. Well, if you want…” Leona said. He got up and began to whisper with Azul as you struggled to sit up and free yourself from your jacket prison.

Azul continued to glare at Leona until he finally relented. “It’s a deal.” He said, snapping his fingers.

“No, no, no contract.” Leona insisted, “I’ll set ‘em free right now, but I ain’t signin’ that.”

Azul forced the golden scroll to disappear as Leona finally freed you. He tugged you to your feet and gave you a light shove to Azul.

“Have fun with that, herbivore.”

You rolled your eyes, “See you, Leona.”

As you and Azul walked back to Octavinelle, you murmured softly to him, “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he laughed, though he sounded somewhat nervous, “You owe me now, you know that, don’t you?”

You sighed and nodded, “Yeah, but still. Thanks.”

He flushed a little, then looked away, “Of course, prefect. Can’t have my best worker out of commission, can I? Speaking of, you’re already late.”

Kalim

It’s odd for the ramshackle prefect and their talking cat to be late to Scarabia’s tri-weekly party. Whether this was for the food or because of Kalim’s company, that was a guess for anyone. It really seemed as though the housewarden and prefect were thick as thieves, going on carpet rides and walks alone more often than not.

So when you never arrived for lunch, Kalim got worried. He waited and waited, thinking perhaps you’d simply forgotten the time. He didn’t seek you out immediately - I mean, maybe you’re just busy? But he did go looking for you after he heard you were missing from classes too.

Leona wasn’t intending to make Kalim jealous. It honestly doesn’t seem like something he’d ever be, he’s so happy - but keeping you from Kalim made Jamil’s job harder, and Leona was pissed at him for snagging a spelldrive player and getting them on basketball club instead. Really, that’s fucking rude.

Kalim relaxed momentarily when he finally found you in the gardens, but a tight tingling met the back of his throat when he saw you were snuggled up with Leona. He looked away and rubbed at his eyes, then frowned.

This is where you were? Did you like Leona more than him now? Why didn’t you tell him you wouldn’t make it? Was he not a good enough friend? Did you not really like hi-

His train of thought is cut off when he looks up to see you sleepily staring at him, then detangling yourself from Leona for exactly one moment (Leona’s not letting go, but we’ll give a little more leash) to make grabby hands at Kalim.

Kalim obligingly came closer sitting close without touching.

“‘M sorry I didn’t come today.” You said, “Leona trapped me. I made a bet with him and lost.”

Kalim nodded quietly, “So…”

You opened your arms again, pulling him down to lay with you, “I wanted to hang out. I planned on coming, I swear, but Ruggie stole my phone.”

Kalim let you tug him down, settling down to snuggle with you and Leona.

“We’re still friends?” Kalim asked quietly.

“We’re best friends.” You said seriously, pulling him closer.

There, the three of you napped while the rest of the school was (metaphorically) on fire.

Vil

Oh boy. You skipped helping him film his new project. Spudling, did you think he wouldn’t notice? You’re quite vital for him! Who is supposed to be his general audience? Who will tell him if something is boring or too long or the shot is weird? Evidently, filming could NOT happen without you. Everything seemed like it was going wrong and Vil was NOT having it. So, he naturally stalked off to find you, leaving Rook to make sure every didn’t leave (or it’d be a worse fate than pissing off Riddle)

It didn’t take long before Vil cornered the idiot duo and made them spill where you were. Napping? In the gardens? With Kingscholar? ALL DAY?

How could you ruin your precious sleep schedule?! And especially on that mangey, dirty, lazy lion man?

Three minutes later he’s towering over you and Leona. Leona, who is staring back at him with and evil grin, and you, half awake, looking like you’re about to piss yourself.

“Spudling,” Vil began calmly, “What are you doing here?”

“RUGGIE STOLE MY PHONE-“ was the first thing you wailed.

This was cut off when Vil held up one hand, eyes closed as he took a deep breath, “Not what I asked. Try again.”

“They lost a bet.” Leona said cooly, “Said they could win an arm wrestling match with Epel.”

“He’s so much stronger than I expected…” you whispered, shuddering at the thought.

Vil stood there, trying to figure out if he should be proud, pissed, disappointed, or jealous.

“And this is the price of your bet?” Vil asked, staring at the beastman.

“Yep.” Leona said, popping the ‘p’ for dramatic effect.

“Hmm…” Vil looked around the gardens, “This could add a certain ambiance. Yes, this will do nicely for my project.”

Leona’s eyes went wide, then narrowed, “What do you mean, Schoenheit.”

“If you won’t let my Spudling come and help me, I will simply bring what I need help with here.”

The two held a staring contest for so long you were worried that time may have actually stopped. Leona blinked first, and let out a groan, “Oh fine.”

He untangled himself from you, mumbling, “You’ll just have to make up for this on another day, herbivore.”

Vil smirked as the two of you walked off, Vil with a confident strut and you in a daze.

“Spudling?” Vil asked sweetly, a hand moving to fix your hair as you walked.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t ever blow me off again.”

Idia

Honestly, Idia knew about this beforehand. He can see every text, email, and video feed inside the school, and he also can access all of Ortho’s files. So, he definitely knew.

He was just sort of silently hoping you would bail on Leona instead of him. Wouldn’t you rather watch anime or play star-whatever? Don’t you wanna snuggle and eat gummy worms with him while you infodump about everything you’ve learned recently and he offers random fun facts he knows while you talk so you know he’s listening? Don’t you wanna play mariokart with him and ortho?

Okay, maybe it’s just as boring, but he’s better company, right? Leona…Leona is a prince.

He ended up just sulking in his room, watching you through the botanical gardens security cameras until Ortho eventually appeared on screen.

“Leona Kingscholar, can you please let go of my brother’s friend? He’s sulking in his room.”

“No.”

Ortho did not accept this, and went into Child Mode, immediately beginning to annoy the shit out of Leona until he eventually gave in.

“Oh my sevens, fine. Herbivore, go to the little thunderstorm inside of Ignihyde. Just know you’re not getting out of paying up.”

You shrugged and nodded, saying goodbye. Twenty minutes later, you and Ortho arrived at Idia’s dorm room with two giant bags from Mr S’s shop.

“Sorry I’m late,” you said, despite not being late for anything, “I got caught by a lion.”

Ortho beamed at Idia, “I found them!”

“Yeah, you did. Great job Ortho!” Idia replied, words stumbling over themselves in the rush. He got up and came closer, tentatively pulling you into a hug.

“Please don’t stop hanging out with me because Leona’s cooler.”

you laughed, hugging him back, “I was just with him cause I lost a bet.”

“A bet?”

“Said I could steal Azul’s glasses from him.”

“…well that was dumb of you.”

“Thanks, sugar pie.”

“NANI?!”

Malleus

Listen, these two genuinely have it out for each other. No matter what, being around Leona is going to make Malleus insanely jealous.

“Child of man.” Malleus greets, standing directly above you.

You blink an eye open. You look at him, he looks at you, then he nods to Leona’s sleeping body beside you. He wears a blank look, but his eyes read pure firey hatred.

“I had hoped you’d accompany for the Gargoyle appreciate club meeting tonight. Come to find out, you were missing from classes all day. Is this where you’ve been?”

Leona finally ‘woke up’ and looked to Malleus. “You jealous?”

Malleus turned to look at him, unblinking, “I don’t take kindly to my things being stolen.”

“Things?” You asked, “Yours?”

He looked startled at his own words, the cleared his throat, “Ah, my friend. I apologize.”

Leona snorted, “His lizard side came out. Although, it’s never really hidden, is it?”

Malleus held in a growl, “You should know better than to test a dragon, Kingscholar.”

Leona shrugged, snuggling himself further into your side, ignoring the way you tensed at being in the middle of one of their spats.

“Hardly a dragon. Just an overgrown lizard.”

Malleus barely registered the fact that he used magic to remove you from Leona’s grip, instead being the one to hold you.

“I bid you good day, Kingscholar.”

“And where do you think you’re going with them?” Leona called, “They were with me fair and square. We had a deal.”

“A deal?” Malleus raised an eyebrow at you, then turned back to Leona, who was now standing, “What deal?”

“We made a bet.” He said smugly, walking closer, “Payment is that they have to spend a whole day napping in here with me.”

Malleus hummed, then turned to look out the window.

“It seems you did.”

Leona held out his arms, “So give ‘em back.”

“Ah,” Malleus grinned, “It’s past sundown now. That means the day is now over, and they’re free to go, does it not?”

There was a tense silence.

“Take ‘em.” Leona said, “I’m tired of nappin’ anyway. Got stuff to do.”

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst #twst mc #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #vil schoenheit #kalim al asim #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #kalim al asim x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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starkiller-queen · 3 years

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Safe and Sound

A/N: Last night had me feeling very sad and heartbroken. I wrote this to cope, and I hope it brings comfort to others as well 💙 Reader is gender neutral.

Summary: Reader feels really down after a terrible day and finds peace in Stephen. Angst with a happy ending! No triggers.

You gingerly knocked on the large hardwood door.

“Stephen?”

Your voice was nearly a whisper as you took a tentative step into the library. Stephen was still hard at work even though the clock had just struck 2:00 am. You felt guilty for disturbing him, but your day had been terrible and tonight your heart was hurting.

“Stephen?” You asked again, this time just a hair louder than before.

“Hm …?” Stephen hummed in response.

He was at his desk faced away from the door and busy translating a stack of books almost as tall as you from Sanskrit to English.

“Stephen, I can’t sleep,” you said, fiddling with the tie of your evening robe nervously. “I mean … Not without you there.”

“I promise I’ll be there soon. I’m just finishing up …” he replied, his mind clearly occupied by whatever task he’d set it to.

You swallowed hard and padded over to him on slippered feet.

“Hi, love-“ he started.

“I’m sorry to be such a pain, but I just really need you right now … Like now-now.” You admitted with misty eyes.

Stephen was surprised to see you feeling so sad, but that didn’t stop him from standing and wrapping his arms around you before you could speak another word.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said as he held you close. “It’s okay, love, shh …”

You buried your face in his chest and let out the sobs you’d been holding in all day. You twisted your fingers into the soft, gauzy fabric of his sorcerer’s robes and held on tightly, afraid he might disappear if you let go.

Stephen frowned, worried about what had upset you so much. He rubbed your back soothingly, but firmly enough so that you could feel the comforting pressure of his hands.

“I’m here, it’s okay, you’ll be okay. I’m here, just let it all out, I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and comforting.

You tried to talk through tears, but it was no use. The sounds you made were completely unintelligible and were mostly choked hiccups.

“Shh, take your time, I’m not going anywhere,” Stephen reassured with a kiss on the top of your head.

“I-I’m really sorry!” You cried, thinking he’d be angry at you for interrupting his studies.

“Sorry for what?” Stephen asked and tilted your chin up so he could see your face.

“Bothering you while you’re working,” you sniffled, unable to meet his gaze.

“Oh, love, you don’t need to be sorry,” Stephen said as he thumbed the tears from your cheeks. “I’m glad you came to me for help. You aren’t bothering me at all. I love you and I’m sorry for not coming to bed sooner.”

“But you’re the sorcerer supreme and I know how busy you are and I know I’m just getting in the way!”

Stephen felt his heart break at your words and held your face with both hands.

“I think the multiverse can survive one night without my babysitting,” he smiled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

You glanced toward his desk and noticed he’d been annotating The Book of the Vishanti - quite possibly the most powerful and important item in the whole sanctum. That only made you feel worse, despite Stephen’s efforts to reassure you.

“Oh gods, and you were working on The Book of-!”

Stephen stopped you with a quick, chaste kiss.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re my priority right now,” he said, hoping to silence your inner critic. “When you’re ready, could you tell me what’s making you so upset?”

You finally let his words sink in and ground you. You leaned into his touch and breathed in the scent of hot tea and spices that was oh so Stephen.

“I just … I had a terrible day. I haven’t felt well since this morning and nothing seemed to go right. I tried to tell someone in my family before I came to you, but they didn’t understand. Actually, everything they said just made me feel even more hurt, so yeah …”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, love, but thank you for telling me.”

Stephen smiled sadly and scolded himself for not watching over you as well as he should. It was no wonder why you couldn’t sleep without him there.

“I know it sounds really trivial, but today was the straw that broke the camel’s back, I guess.”

“Everything you feel is valid,” Stephen said as he gathered you close and swayed the two of you gently. “Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes, and that’s okay. You can’t help feeling how you feel, and it’s not your fault.”

Deep down, you’d known everything he was saying now had been true all along. Even so, it was a relief to be reassured that you weren’t in the wrong.

“I know,” you sighed. “Thank you for being here for me. My heart just hurts right now.”

You were a little surprised when you felt yourself being lifted off of the ground, but managed a small smile when you looked up and saw Stephen carrying you bridal style.

“I know, love, I know.”

You felt him thumbing your shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed, and I’ll take the day off tomorrow.”

You let out a little sigh of relief and nuzzled into Stephen’s chest. There was still a part of you that wanted to insist you weren’t worth the time, but Stephen’s reassurances spoke louder than your thoughts of doubt.

“I love you … Thank you,” you whispered as you closed your eyes.

“I love you too.”

Safe in Stephen’s arms, you were finally able to drift off to sleep. The last thing you felt was Cloak settling itself over you like a soft, soothing dream cloud.

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x gn!reader #doctor strange x gn!reader #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange imagine #stephen strange imagine

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hitnran · 3 years

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STRESSED (gender neutral! reader)

what they do when you’re stressed

includes: izana, kakucho, ran, rindou, shion, mucho, sanzu, hanma

note: i miss tenjiku

— IZANA KUROKAWA

If you’re stressed out and want Izana to help you out, or at least notice that you’re feeling off, it’s going to be a little bit difficult.

You’d either have to be so on edge where you either blow up or give him the silent treatment where you just want to be alone. In that case, Izana would be very confused. He’d question why you’re acting so weird towards him, not even picking up the possibility that something was bothering you.

He’ll most likely leave you alone for a bit to cool off or until you become yourself again. If he were still curious as to what was up with your attitude earlier, he’d bring it up.

“Why were you ignoring me earlier?” Izana questioned. There was no build up to the question nor hesitation behind asking - he was charismatic enough to be the leader of a gang after all.

You felt a little bad. It was nothing he knew about, yet you took your stress out on him without telling him what was going on. You went on, answering his question, and telling him how stressed out you’ve been lately.

“Well, tell me next time,” Izana sighed, shaking his head. He really wish you would’ve let him know what was going on earlier. He thought so much time was wasted of you ignoring him when it could’ve been so much easier if you had just told him you were stressed.

“Hey,” Izana called out to you.

You turn your head in his direction and a hand was placed against your cheek. Izana doesn’t often show his affection, but when he does, he does it in the most intimate moments to let you know how much he loves you.

He peppers your lips with kisses, pulling you into his chest and softening his voice, “Don’t stress over it so much; you’re just wasting your time.”

— KAKUCHO HITTO

If you’re stressed, Kakucho’s going to immediately know. It’s apart of his character to pick up on the behaviors of those who he is nearby. If you’re feeling off, he’s going to try his best to help you through it.

Kakucho would firstly make sure you’re comfortable. He’d lay you down, make sure you’ve eaten first, and massage your muscles of any tension. He’d then slowly ease into asking you if anything had happened.

You tell him how stressed you’ve been with things occurring in your life whether it be major or minor or both. He listens into every word, nodding and speaking here and there to show that he is attentive. When you’re done with your venting, Kakucho would surprisingly give you good advice to help you through it.

If it’s a situation that he can’t completely speak on or help you with, he still wants you to know that he is there for you. There’s no reason for him to apologize, but he does it anyway because he feels such empathy for you and doesn’t want his lover to be so upset.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, love,” He’ll say, his eyes evidently filled with worry.

Kakucho would pull you in closer, rubbing your back and asking you if there was anything else he could give you.

“Just hold me,” You murmured into his arms.

“I planned to do that all along,” His soft chuckle was already enough to boost your mood.

— RAN HAITANI

It is quite easy for Ran to tell when you are stressed as well. It may be an older sibling instinct, but he picks up on small things especially behavioral.

Just in case it might just be him being paranoid though, he’ll also ease into it. Maybe he’ll joke around and tease you a little bit before confirming that something was up.

“Babe,” He calls out to you.

You silently hum as a response, not giving him the proper attention he wanted. In that case, Ran will just throw himself onto you, locking you in his arms until you tell him what’s wrong. Sometimes it gives you a headache, especially if you just wanna be alone. Usually Ran would give you space if you wanted it, but only if you tell him first.

“What’s wrong?” Ran asks you, running a hand down your back to soothe you.

You tell him how you have been stressed and he takes in all the information. In the end, he knows there isn’t much he can do about it himself, so the best thing Ran will do is just get your mind off of it.

He’ll ask if you want to go outside, maybe just for a ride on his bike or to be treated with your favorite dessert. If staying in is something you’d prefer, he’d run you a bath and pamper you, clearing his entire day just to spend with you.

— RINDOU HAITANI

A lot like Izana, Rindou’s not going to pick up that easy on you being stressed. He just takes it as you being slightly annoyed by inconveniences in your life; which for him, happens a lot, but you aren’t him.

He’ll only pick up on it if you obviously show that you’re stressed whether it be raising your voice, crying, or wanting to be alone. But prior to it, he won’t really approach the situation very well.

“What is up with you?” Rindou raised an eyebrow, wondering why you were acting so off. “You’re being so bothersome right now.”

Rindou is very blunt, and sometimes, he doesn’t think about what he says before saying it. You know this, but with your emotions all over the place, you couldn’t help but cry in front of him.

His knees will lock up in place and he’ll start sweating. It’s not often you cry, so when you do, he genuinely doesn’t know what to do. Rindou just panics and he drops his ‘cool act,’ putting his hands all over you and sitting you down to calm you down.

“Shit,” Rindou panics. He pulls you in for a hug, chanting words of how he’s sorry. “I’m sorry, baby. Did something happen? Did I make it worse?”

You calm yourself down, catching your breath before speaking. When he hears how you’ve been feeling lately, he feels so guilty for not picking up on it earlier.

He’ll lay you down, softening his touch and his voice, and just allow you to talk it out until the conversation heads into another direction and you two are either talking about some silly topic or have fallen asleep.

— SHION MADARAME

Shion is exactly the kind of guy who is ‘asshole to the world but not to his S/O.’ He switches up and makes a complete 180 around you.

He truly cannot believe that he has someone like you in his life and the last thing he wants to do is make a mistake. Sometimes, Shion is a little too on edge and cautious. Even if nothing is wrong, he’ll still ask things like ‘am I doing okay?’ or ‘how are you feeling?’ He just wants you happy.

But when you’re irritated about whatever it is going on in your life, Shion starts panicking on how to approach the situation. He’ll start losing it even more if you begin to cry.

“Ah?” Shion’s eyes widen and his mouth gapes, seeing you have a breakdown. He gulps hard, immediately pulling you into a hug. “D-Don’t cry? Ah, fuck.”

The best way for him to deal with you is to just make you laugh. Shion is a very funny guy, even when he doesn’t intend to be funny. Just seeing him panic so much is already making you laugh with how he’s running around.

He calms down a bit when you emit a small laughter, eyes still puffy and red. Shion will loosen his shoulders, wiping your tears off with his thumb and asking what happened and if there’s anything he can do.

— YASUHIRO MUTO (mucho)

Mucho is a quiet guy. He only speaks when he feels like it’s necessary and isn’t afraid to put in his opinion. With you, it’s the same but he’s a little bit more cautious with what he says.

Instead, he’ll silently observe you. As someone who dealt with getting rid of rats within Toman, he’s very keen on behavior that is different from the norm. He noticed your sentences cut short and your breath becoming more prolonged and exaggerated.

“Something happen?” He’ll finally give in, pulling you down into his lap and massaging your shoulders. “You look stressed.”

Although he doesn’t speak much, the words he says in reply to you venting to him is rather good advice. Even if it were just a couple of words, you know that he means every bit of it.

“You’ll get through it, I know it,” Mucho says, placing a kiss on your neck. “And if not, that’s okay too. We aren’t made to succeed in everything.”

— HARUCHIYO SANZU

Sanzu’s way of dealing with his own stress is to isolate himself until he feels like the situation as passed to where he can finally go back to acting ‘normal’ again.

Sanzu is also very observant, so if he sees that you’re stressed out, he’ll also probably leave you alone for a bit unless you tell him or give signs that you want him.

He’s not going to ask you what’s wrong until later on - if it were important, he’d want you to just tell him upfront. But if you didn’t tell him, then he just assumes that it’s an issue that will pass.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He’ll still put in the effort in small ways like still making sure you’ve eaten, making sure that your space is clean, etc.

He’ll be patiently waiting for you to ease down. When Sanzu sees you finally showing yourself to him, he spreads out his legs a bit to signal to you that he’s free to talk to.

You place yourself in his lap and he cradles you. He’ll stare at you, waiting for you to say something before he can engage. If it’s someone who bothered you, Sanzu might consider ways to deal with them in private (but you always tell him that it’s not that serious). Otherwise, he’ll just listen and want to get your mind off of it.

— SHUJI HANMA

Hanma spends a lot of time with you throughout the day. He doesn’t see anything wrong with just wanting to use all of that time on someone he loves. If he’s bored, he’ll go over your place.

When he enters your place, he knew something was off. You didn’t even greet him at the door and that just won’t do.

Hanma will scoop you up, your face close to his, “Now what’s goin’ on, doll? Someone piss you off today?”

Hanma is surprisingly really easy to talk to. He nods in between your sentences, showing that he’s paying attention. Sometimes, he’ll plug in jokes here and there to hopefully get a laugh out of you.

“You’re stressed? Then stop being stressed,” Hanma teases, squishing the sides of your face before kissing you. He’ll latch himself into you, “Just give me that attention instead.”

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #ran haitani #rindou haitani #hanma #sanzu #mucho #shion madarame #izana #kakucho hitto

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manjiroro · 3 years

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BWAH Heya I hope you are in amazing health a request that I’m hoping you will do is Baji, Draken, and (Angry)Souya from Tokyo revengers with a s/o who’s personality is very similar to Cosmo’s from chainsaw man\|/🎃they always have a smile planted on their face with a happy go lucky attitude, if you can do it thank you but if you can’t I totally understand Have a nice day evening or night :D

s/o who is like Cosmo from chainsaw man

characters: baji, draken, angry

content: fluff, gender neutral reader

hiya! sorry for the delay! thank you for requesting and im doing alright! i actually just finished reading chainsaw man heh but i apologise if i got cosmo’s personality wrong!! i apologise if the characters arent accurate and i hope you enjoy it~! headcanons are under the cut!

b a j i

you never fail to put a smile on baji’s face

your happy go lucky attitude is just too cute for him to handle

if he’s in a shitty mood, he’ll just go to you and he instantly forgets about what made him so upset

he would show up at your house whenever he’s not in his best mood

once the door opens, he's immediately greeted with a "BAJI!" and a tackling hug from you

the both of you end up falling onto the ground but he can’t help but to smile at you giggling after you tackled him into a hug

he’s amazed at how you can always be in such a good mood

there was once where you guys were eating lunch when the waiter accidentally spills water onto you

baji was mad for you and was about to beat the shit out of him, but you just smiled at the waiter and told him that it was okay

baji stared at you in confusion, how are you not pissed at all?

he asked you and you replied, “its just an accident baji”

“yeah but now your clothes are wet!”

“then that just gives me a reason to buy more clothes!~”

i feel like baji will try to get you angry like he doesn’t believe the fact that you can never get angry. surely there must be something that will tip you off

so he starts experimenting

there was once where he tried ignoring you for a day but you weren’t affected by that

instead you kept pestering him by telling him about your day and what was on your mind

so much so that you didn’t realise he wasn’t responding to you

he gave up halfway throughout the day cuz he can’t resist your adorable ass

he’s still trying to find out what makes you angry but don’t worry

he won’t take things too far since he loves you to bits <3

d r a k e n

you always mange to cheer him up

just looking at your smile, his day is instantly made

there was a time where he met up with you after a fight toman had with another gang

he was covered with bruises as he laid on your lap, letting you treat his wounds

you were treating his wounds while smiling and he got confused

“what are you smiling at”

“at how cool my boyfriend is, hun, you’re covered in bruises but yet you don’t look bothered, you’re amazing!”

you said with wide eyes. draken swore he saw sparkles in them

he can’t help but to laugh at what you said as he reached up to ruffle your hair

you pulling onto him while getting excited over something is a daily occurrence

"KEN! KEN! LOOK!"

he turned to look at you tugging on his arm while jumping and pointing at the thing that made you so excited

"IT'S A PUPPY KEN!"

draken can't help but to sigh, this was the fifth time today that a dog has made you this excited

"we are at the park babe, dogs are a regular sight to see here"

he's also confused about how you never get upset

"babe, have you ever gotten mad before?"

you had to think for a moment

"hmm... nope! i never get angry!"

"what if someone pushes you?"

"if it was an accident then i'll forgive them"

"and if it isn't?"

"then i'll just get up and walk away!"

draken stared at you in disbelief, but that personality is what made him fall in love with you in the first place <3

a n g r y

many people think that yall are complete opposites based on appearance

and they tend to wonder how yall managed to get together in the first place

but really souya is a caring person and he loves you so much he will do anything for you

he fell for your smile and how you were able to light up the room just by stepping into it

he's used to seeing you constantly having a smile on your face but what he's not used to is you not showing any negative emotions

there was a time you guys were walking when a group of people were talking smack about your appearance

souya heard it of course and turned to face them

they immediately shut up and walked away upon seeing his face

souya then turned towards you, wanting to cheer you up but what he wasn't expecting was you smiling back at him

"are... you okay..?"

"yup!"

"are you even affected by what they said?"

"nope!"

with that, you skipped away, leaving him confused

but he will constantly check up on you even if you don't feel upset

he just cares so much for you and he wants to be there for you if you do feel upset one day

he loves how your smile manages to comfort him

if he ever gets into a fight and is on the verge of tears, he'll just go to you

you will always give him that warm smile and welcome him into your arms

you'll just talk about whatever was on your mind and run your hands through his hair

he's always intrigued at how you managed to make the most mundane tasks sound so interesting

he'll listen attentively to whatever you're saying while enjoying the feeling

of your embrace <3

❥ masterlist

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Hey, strange ask, but that ask that compared Dimitri to a retriever inspired me to request either headcannons or a drabble of Dima magically being turned into a dog but his S/O doesn’t realize it’s him but he still follows them around and is super protective of them and hijinks ensues.

Y'know what, Friend Anon? This is fucking adorable.

This really ended up as more 'fluff' than 'hijinks' lol but I had fun with it, so there you are~

SFW - Gender Neutral Reader

What to make of this situation. Not only are you completely unable to track down Dimitri, but when you go to check his quarters, one of the monastery dogs has gotten into his room and is making an absolute scene. He's a lovely golden color, with blue eyes the likes of which you've never seen on a dog, and the moment you enter the room, he bounds up to you and circles around your feet until you're practically dizzy.

"Woah, hey there! How in the world did you get in here I wonder..." you mutter as you lower a hand to pat his head, "Have you seen Dimitri around, buddy? I can't seem to find him anywhere..."

Having only taken a moment to nudge his head into your touch, he rapidly becomes alert once more and begins an absolute fit of barking. At this rate, he'll disrupt the whole monastery.

"Hey, hey! No need for that, sshhhh, come on, everything's okay-" you try to soothe him, speaking softly as you kneel down to pat his head. He whines softly, but his tail is twitching back and forth just a little, so he must be at least a little comfortable with you. "Listen," you say, standing upright and straightening your clothes, "If you can behave, you can come with me while I look for Dimitri, okay?"

He barks once, and comes to stand directly beside you, almost throwing you off balance. You smile and scratch his ear for a moment, glad to have a companion on your quest.

And it quickly becomes evident that your companion took this quest very seriously indeed. On your way out of the dorms, you see a shock of red hair ahead, and wave down Sylvain to ask for any leads.

"Hey- I haven't been able to find Dimitri all day, have you seen him?"

"Hm? Not recently, sorry to say. Who's your friend?" he says with a smile at the dog beside you, "What a cutie! No comparison to you though, of course."

You slide past that last bit and say,

"Yeah, he was in Dimitri's room when I went to check for him, and he's just kind of... fond of me, I guess?"

"And who could blame him?" Sylvain says, smirking as he leans against the wall beside you, "Say, if you're still looking for Dimitri, why don't we go look for him together in town-"

He doesn't get to finish his suggestion- your canine ally is on him in a second. Up on his hind legs, he jumps against Sylvain, nearly winding him and sending him stumbling back a couple steps. The dog barks and snarls relentlessly, even as you do your best to calm him.

"Sorry, Sylvain! I- I think I should just keep going for now- thanks anyway!"

"Yup- yeah, no problem," he replies, doing his best to regain his easy smile, "Man, your new friend is a protective guy, huh. Take care of Y/N for me, alright?" he tells the dog as you two part.

It's not long before you run into Ingrid on her way out of the dining hall, an admittedly delicious looking meat skewer in hand. The dog trots ahead of you and barks to her- though not aggressively, so you figure she must have made a good impression on him somehow. Once again, you ask about Dimitri, and once again, you have no luck. Ingrid does slide a piece of beef off of the skewer in her hand and hold it out to the dog. He glances back at you. You nod, as if to tell him it's okay, and yet he looks hesitant. With some goading from both you and Ingrid, he very carefully takes the meat from her hand between his front teeth, then chews at it slowly.

"What a strange dog," Ingrid says with a furrowed brow, "I've never seen one so... reticent about food."

"Yeah, he's an odd one," you muse as he finishes his treat, "He's a good boy though, so it's nice having him along."

Maybe all he understood were the words "good boy," but regardless, his tail is now wagging so fast it seems to blur before your eyes.

You bid Ingrid farewell, and continue on your search.

By the time you think to check with Dedue, you've spent an embarrassingly large portion of your day aimlessly wandering and questioning guards and knights. Frankly, he should have been your first guess. Meanwhile, your canine friend has become a comfortable fixture in your day. You find yourself mindlessly chatting with him, and maybe it's just because he recognizes that you're speaking, but he tends to bark back in reply. But when you finally muse aloud that you ought to check in with Dedue, the dog circles you, letting out excited little yelps and barks.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" you say with a laugh, and head towards the greenhouse side by side with your companion.

And yet, you're not expecting the darkened expression that crosses Dedue's face when you explain that you've lost Dimitri. Sure, you could understand a bit of concern- you're plenty concerned, and the longer this goes on, the more you worry that this could be a serious matter beyond a mere missed connection. But Dedue's voice and bearing are grave as he sets down a watering can and says,

"His highness had offered to help some of the magic students this morning. If anything has befallen him as a result of this..." he trails off, but the malice in his eyes is plain to see. Only the dog whimpering beside you breaks the uncomfortable silence that follows. He pads forward and nudges Dedue's hand with his snout. This small gesture seems to lighten his expression just the slightest bit- but it's something. Dedue sighs and looks to you again,

"I will help you search for him. You continue to look throughout the monastery grounds, and I will check likely classrooms and inquire among the mages. We will cover more ground this way."

You nod, but your canine friend seems agitated. Perhaps it's only Dedue's sullen mood- this does seem like a uniquely empathetic dog, after all. You pat his head gently and say,

"Well, let's try to think of anywhere we might've missed."

You say that, but reflecting on it, it's hard to imagine anywhere you haven't checked and re-checked. You'd done well to bolster your mood thus far, but the more time goes on, the more insidious anxiety starts to take root in your heart. Absently scratching at the dog's furry ears, you let out a sigh, which he seems to respond to by whining softly and nuzzling his face against you.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just... what if something's happened to him?" You say softly, barely more than a whisper.

You're merely wandering at this point, letting your feet aimlessly take you where they will. Eventually, you've found yourself at the training ground, and figure you may as well check here again. Unsurprisingly, Felix is here, among a small handful of other knights and soldiers. Careful to skirt around the edge of the grounds and not get in anyone's way, you approach him, and do your best to greet him cheerfully. Felix huffs and sheathes his sword, wiping sweat from his brow as he scrutinizes your expression.

"You look like a mess." he says, blunt as ever, though you know this is his way of expressing concern.

"Yeah, I- I can't find Dimitri anywhere- I feel like I've looked everywhere twice by now, and no one's seen him since morning, and-" you can't help rambling a bit, a hint of a crack in the back of your throat, "I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him- so..."

"I haven't seen him, if that's what you're getting at," Felix says with a hand on his hip. Then, he sighs at your crestfallen expression, "Cut it out, will you? You look ridiculous when you sulk like that. And if the Boar sees you like this, I'll have to watch him sulking too."

You manage an awkward half-smile,

"You're right- thanks, Felix."

You hear your name from across the plaza and turn to see Dedue with Annette in tow. As you turn to meet them, you could swear you hear Felix say something to the dog that trails a few feet behind you. While you're none the wiser, he mutters,

"If you're planning to hang around Y/N all day, you'd better look out for them, got it? They look more like a lost puppy than you do. That stupid Boar had better show up soon."

The dog gives a soft little whine, and gently nuzzles Felix's hand. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, Felix in turn scratches at his neck, his expression softening just slightly.

Then, those golden ears perk up at your voice,

"Dimitri?!"

He turns and immediately bounds towards you, jumping up and licking at your face with his tail wagging at full speed. You laugh and ruffle his fuzzy head, then turn back to Annette and say,

"Well, he responds to it, so maybe you're right! But... you're sure the only thing we can do is wait for it to wear off?"

"I'm afraid so..." she replies, coming to stand beside you, "Say, Dimitri- if this is really you, could you please walk in a circle around me and then Dedue, then come back and stand in front of Y/N?"

He follows her request without question. Her instructions are far too complex to follow without extensive training, and with no gestures or encouragement to guide him, it seems almost certain that this dog is in fact your lovely Dimitri. You're eyes burn with the threat of tears, and it only now occurs to you how worried you'd been all day.

"Well, Dimitri, it seems we've had quite a day together," you say fondly, kneeling down to wrap your arms around him, "You make a really cute dog, but I think you'll be cuter when that magic wears off- so come back soon, okay?"

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses #feh #fe3h #fire emblem x reader #x reader

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mvrtaiswriting · 3 years

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We were 18. - Jotaro Kujo.

Me?? Posting something about Jotaro?? How strange. This piece of work is also dedicated to two of my comfort characters, Kakyoin and Joseph. This artwork is really important to me, it really holds a special place in my heart so.. enjoy!

Neutral reader x Jotaro Kujo

Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Stardust Crusaders (spoilers)

SFW | fluff

Trigger warning: usual jojo violence, reference to grief, insomnia.

Word count: 1760.

The ‘continue reading’ button is there for space purposes, to make the reader avoid any possible spoiler and/or sensible topics.

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Since you returned from your tumultuous trip in Egypt, your life has never been the same. Once you came back to your hometown, not a moment passed by when you didn’t remember the terrible scenes you’ve witnessed during the fight with Dio. The memory of Kakyoin’s death was still so vivid in your mind and the more you tried to shake that thought out of your head, the more you kept reliving it – over and over again.

There were times when you swore you saw Kakyoin among a crowd of people; times when you could just hear his voice calling your name. Every time you closed your eyes Avdol, Kakyoin and Iggy were there. You barely slept anymore – most of the times you did so, you had nightmares about what happened in El Cairo. You lost count of how many nights you have spent crying in your bed, curled up in between your sheets in the silence of your lonely house. Living alone didn’t help; you were used to sneak into one of the crusaders’ room whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on or, simply, a place where you could feel safe. It wasn’t unusual for you to wake up squished between Kakyoin and Jotaro or trapped in one of Joseph bear-hugs. But now, you were thousands of kilometres away from the rest of the group, alone in your cold bedroom. There was no one to go to, and no one you could talk about how you felt. It was just you and your painful memories. No one would understand what you’ve been through – how could they? How could you ever explain how intense the 50 days you spent with the crusaders had been?

Another nightmare woke you up, as per usual. You gasped loudly as if you just started to breathe again after a long apnea and quickly sat down in the middle of your bed, holding onto your sheet. You started shaking as your chest moved up and down with rapid movements trying to catch your breath, tears streaming down your face. You were staring at the void in your pitch-dark room, trying to control your sobs and make yourself realise that you were back to reality. You stretched one of your arms to reach the lamp on your bedside table, curling yourself up while you slowly started to calm down. Wiping out the tears from your cheeks with your jumper’s sleeve, you finally dragged yourself out of bed and slowly went to the kitchen, making yourself some tea.

As you sat down to drink your hot beverage hoping it would bring you some comfort, you started to rehearse your dream - as if you could just replay it in your head as one would normally do with songs or movies. It wasn’t very different from any other dreams you had.

Kakyoin’s body was lying lifeless against the roof Dio had thrown him onto, his expression crippled by the excruciating pain he must have felt. An enormous wound had completely swept away part of his body, leaving a big opening in the middle of it. You were screaming at him at the top of your lungs, begging him to spare the last bit of energy he had left in his body. But the ending was the same every damn time; he would use his last breath to reveal to Joseph the secret of The world, Dio’s Stand, and launch his last attack with Emerald Splash. You woke up every time you tried to reach Kakyoin’s body. You were never able to say goodbye to him - not even in your dreams. The same thing happened with Avdol and Iggy too. You never got the chance to see them one last time, because you were busy fighting elsewhere.

You sighed loudly, stopping yourself from having another breakdown and sipping some tea from your cup. It was in that exact moment, that the phone rang. It was 3:00 AM where you lived, so you expected one of the boys to be on the other end of the telephone. You and the rest of the crusaders exchanged your numbers the last time you saw each other at the airport and had kept in contact ever since. To your surprise, the person you talked the most was Jotaro. You were about the same age and had created a strong bond during your trip, even if you would have never bet on it. Kakyoin used to always joke about your crush on Jotaro, always encouraging you to give it a shot. But things turned out to be too frenetic and dangerous to engage any sort of romantic relationship. Despite that, you would never miss a chance to sit next to each other or just spend most of the time together. The two of you even kissed at one point, but never talked about it again – not even during your strangely long phone calls.

Crawling your feet on the floor of your kitchen, you got up and finally answered the phone: “Hello?”

“Hey.” Jotaro’s deep voice replied. “How come you’re awake? It’s late where you are.” he added.

“You called. Is this a good excuse?” you said lightly laughing, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

When the sun rose, you were still talking to Jotaro. He asked you about your dream – he knew about your insomnia and your recurring nightmares and just wanted to be there for you. He wasn’t the best at comforting, and most of the time he never dared to say a word; but you knew it was a sensible topic for him too, and the fact that he would let you confide in him was more than enough.

“It’s a big deal for me too.” he said. You just hummed, allowing him to talk freely about what was going on inside his head – and heart. “Sometimes I can barely breathe. I just wish everything was over.” he cut short, clearing his throat immediately after finishing his sentence. Hearing those words from him just broke your heart; he always showed himself as a cold, calm and collected person and never allowed his emotions to have the best of him. He could often come off as an emotionless brute, but you knew it was all a façade that hid a more sensible and soft side of him. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, only broken by the sound of your breaths. “Don’t hang up.” you said ultimately, letting out a big sigh.

“I won’t. I’m here.” His voice replied, sounding velvet through the telephone.

The plane landed after what felt like an eternity, the flight from your country took countless hours to arrive in Japan. At the airport, a member of the Speedwagon foundation was waiting for you, Holly standing next to him. As soon as you got closer to them, Holly quickly fell into your arms, hugging you tightly. ‘I’m so glad you’re here!’ she squeaked, while cupping your cheeks in her hands and showering you with affection. You let out an embarrassed laugh, and after that warm welcome you finally reached the car. You seated in the backseat, tiredly resting your head against the window of your car’s door. You took a quick look at the clock and closed your eyes, trying to get some rest.

When you arrived, Holly gently woke you up. The car was parked in front of the Kujo’s residence, the place where it all started. A fast sequence of memories flashed in front of your eyes as you meticulously watched the house in front of you, remembering exactly how you felt when you arrived the first time, and how you felt when you left. Holly placed and hand on your shoulder and nodded, indicating to you Jotaro’s room. “He wasn’t in a great mood today, he hasn’t been in a while” she said hopelessly. “Just excuse him if he speaks to you rudely.” she added, feeling sorry for the harsh manners her son always displayed. You reassured her smiling, before walking to his room.

Once you stood in front of his door, your heart started beating so loud. A part of you was dying to see the boy you heart belonged to, the other was afraid to see him broken into pieces. But that was the reason why you went there in the first place. You didn’t want to leave him alone anymore. He needed a shoulder to cry on as much as you did – maybe more, if it was possible. You had to be there.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. Heavy footsteps came your way before the door opened, revealing Jotaro’s figure towering over you.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing he-“ he tried to ask, before getting interrupted by your hug; you almost pushed yourself against his body, making him take a step back to not lose balance. You wrapped your arms around his strong torso, breathing in his perfume and holding him as close as humanly possible to you. Being in his arms felt like being at home – a feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while. It wasn’t long before Jotaro reciprocated your hug, hiding his face into your hair and leaving a soft kiss on your head. He closed the door behind you and just held you in his embrace, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being reunited with you. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” he said, not even trying to let you go. You hinted a small laugh, rubbing his muscled back with your right hand. “I can imagine.”, you replied. He slowly distanced himself from you, placing his hands over your cheeks, staring at you with his eyes full of tears. He was scanning every inch of your face and figure, almost as if he wanted to convince himself that you were real, that you were there. He rested his forehead on yours, locking his gaze on yours, making it impossible to break eye contact. “I don’t want to lose you anymore” you whispered. “You saved my life so many times, in so many ways. I always thought it was the wrong time, I always ran away from my feelings but..” you continued, but before you could finish your sentence, he quickly put his lips on yours – shutting you up with a kiss. You could feel tears running on his face. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer to you, reciprocating the kiss.

“I have loved you since we were 18.” he whispered.

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loverofallthingssarah · 3 years

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If Flames Could Talk

Part 3

Ellie Staple x Reaper

WARNING: nothing in this chapter

Word Count: 900 +

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: U pdates may be sporadic & sorry if there are errors I’m shit at proofreading my own writing cause I read it how I meant to write it ☹️

A couple of weeks have passed working with Dr. Staple; nothing much has changed in the short amount of time you’ve talked. You keep pushing her for answers, and she keeps telling you it takes time. Time is a luxury you just couldn’t afford. But Dr. staple didn’t seem to understand how much you needed to remember that night. Anything piece to the puzzle that could prove your innocence that could be your alibi.

With each session working together, Ellie would extend the time. You started with one hour sessions, and we’re currently with her for two hours every day. Working on what you felt was completely useless things. You hated sitting there answered and discussing your life’s “trauma” this wasn’t some afterschool special. This was your life. This attitude you were portraying in the halls of Allentown Hospital wasn’t you, you weren’t this dark and melancholy, but you hated it here with your whole fucking chest.

“Alright, Y/n, today I think we are going…,” all you hear is dribble drabble of what she has planned for today, but you’re not in the mood for any introspection bullshit today. Dr. Staple always went on and on about how you should take a step back and look into how you process, but there was no time for that today. It wasn’t helping to pull anything from your memory loss, and to be honest, you couldn’t be bothered with it today. You just wanted fuck around a bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”

“I… um… what?” Ellie cocks her head to the side, clearly confused by your outburst. Since the beginning of your sessions, you barely spoke, and when you did, it was short and concise. No more, no less. Most of the time, she was met with dirty looks and burning eyes filled with disdain. “What’s your favorite color?”

“It’s powder blue, but I don’t see how this has anything to do with-” you cut Dr. Staple off, “My favorite color is a mix between a lilac or a soft yellow. Which really isn’t all interesting, so let’s get down to the nitty gritty. What’s your first name?”

Shock pours from every beautiful line on Ellie’s face. She quickly recovers to her ever neutral facial expressions, “What are you doing, Y/n?”

“I want to know your name,” she looks you dead in the eye, “why?”

You smirk before you reply, “I thought we needed to build trust between us, Dr. Staple,” your voice rises when you say her name, “and how could I ever possibly trust you enough to really open up and commit to any of your psychoanalysis bullshit? Plus, it’s not like your name is some top secret information.”

“It’s Ellie.”

Ellie, such a gorgeous name, meaning bright shining light. It fits such a person as Ellie. She always wanted to find a spin on how anything can be seen in such a positive way. You being here was a way to gain insight into your life; this is what she would always tell you. Not only her outlook as a psychiatrist was bright but also her demeanor. Her hair, her eyes…

“I like that name, so Ellie, how’d you know you were gay?”

Ellie felt a tingle when she heard her name escape your lips, “What? First of all, I think you shouldn’t be calling me Ellie. Call me Dr. Staple. Second of all, why are you asking me that? How can you just assume I’m gay?”

“I can tell. Most gays have gaydar. Mine just happens to be excellent. So, again Ellie,” you said her name in a singsong voice, “how did you know?” Ellie didn’t respond and just stared at you in surprise, “Well, I’ll go first. I realized in middle school when I had a crush on my 6th grade science teacher. I didn’t really know what it was at first, but then it just kind of hit me. I kept it hidden for the longest time because, well, society sucks, as you already know.”

You give her a look to tell her it’s her time to share, she starts to stutter, “Um… I…,” she knows how inappropriate it is to share her personal stories with you, but there’s something about you that she can’t deny, “I was in college, and I had this roommate. She was unlike anyone I had ever met before. We both just fell hard for each other, but it just didn’t work out. We both wanted different things. Which is probably way more than I should have shared, Y/n we should really get back too-,” you found yourself wanting to get to know her better. Wanting to ask her as many questions as you could possibly think of, but you knew where this was heading, and you just couldn’t let that happen. You couldn’t fall for her. She’s your doctor and the only ticket out of this hell hole you were not going to screw that up.

“I’m done for today,” you look away from Ellie.

“Y/n, our session isn’t finished-,” you cut her off yet again, “I’m done for today. You told me if I wasn't comfortable with continuing at any time, we could cut a session short. I would like to go back to my room, now!”

“O-okay,” Ellie reaches for the phone on her desk to call your nurse to escort you back to your room. While you’re waiting for her to return, you avoid any kind of eye contact with Ellie.

Once your nurse arrives, you scurry out of her office and make your trek back to your bubble.

While Ellie sits there and wonders where this session went wrong. She knew she shouldn’t have opened up like that to you. It was appropriate and not to mention unethical. She knew this wasn’t good because she knew what these feelings were. She knew she was developing feelings for you.

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calaofnoldor · 3 years

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Drug of Choice

Characters: Dean x Reader (gender neutral)

Words: 3,790

Summary: A night of drunken rambling leads to an unexpected change in your relationship status.

Warnings: angst, language, alcohol, feelings of inadequacy, very slight allusions of alcoholism/talk of drug addiction, reader likes the sound of their voice a bit too much when drunk, fluff, implied smut

A/N: written for @deanwanddamons 1st blogiversary and 2k follower celebration challenge! my prompt was “I wish I knew how to quit you“ which is bolded in the fic. congrats on the incredible milestone, sorry this is late! also for @spnfluffbingo and it fills the mood board square for @girl-next-door-writes‘ Make Me Feel Bingo challenge!

Square Filled: Kissed to Keep Quiet

MASTERLIST

It was four in the morning when Dean finally came home, and the bottle of Jack Daniels that sat before you atop the library table was over a quarter of the way through.

The heavy thud of his boots against the bunker floor drew your dark-adjusted eyes toward his shadowy figure, while the alcohol in your bloodstream loosened your lips, "How was she?"

"Jesus- Fuck!" There was a slight commotion before the lights flickered on, forcing your eyes to shut against the onslaught of sudden brightness. "Y/N??” Dean’s gruff, alarmed voice shattered the previously eerie silence, “What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark by yourself?"

Your eyelids lifted an experimental sliver but you kept your gaze directed down at the glass of whiskey in your hands. "It wasn't dark when I started."

Dean narrowed his eyes when he noticed the slur behind your words. "Started what? Are you drunk?"

His second question prompted a dismissive snort from you, "Hunters can't get drunk; you should know that by now, Dean."

"Yeah alright, we need to get you to bed." The man of your dreams began to make his way over to you until your gravelly words ceased his steps.

"I can't sleep... you haven't answered my question yet."

"What question?"

"How was she?"

"Who?"

You looked at him like he was crazy, "You know, the girl from the bar, the one with the curly hair… the one that was climbing onto your lap when I left?"

"I don't- there was no girl," Dean stumbled. His lips were parted and his eyebrows pulled together in an ever-gorgeous expression of bewilderment, but you were too busy examining the way the newfound light danced along the lustrous amber liquid between your fingers to notice.

"Oh," you grumbled in response, sounding a bit disappointed, which only served to deepen those adorable lines of confusion between Dean’s brows. "She sure was pretty though.” There was a pause as you pondered his declaration before blurting out in disbelief, “You really didn't fuck her in the back of Baby?"

"What- No! Y/N, there was never a girl and nothing happened, OK?" He sounded genuinely serious, so you conceded.

"I'm sorry."

"Why- why are you sorry?"

"I know you needed to blow off some steam after today, after I pissed you off by fucking up the hunt." You ventured a glance up at him through your lashes and the unadulterated pain in your eyes almost had Dean reeling back in surprise.

"What are you talking about? You didn't 'fuck up' the hunt," he argued, shaking his head as if to accentuate his point.

"Course I did. I got you hurt and I nearly let that dickbag get away."

A weighted sigh escaped Dean, "Y/N, you have to know that wasn’t your fault, and it’s not like you haven’t done the same thing for me. Besides, I wasn’t pissed off, I was... I was scared, OK?”

You were about to take another sip of your drug of the night when you lowered your glass to let the irrepressible giggle leave your system, “Scared? Since when does the big bad Dean Winchester get scared? And if he did, he definitely wouldn’t be talking about it out loud. Are you sure you’re not the one who’s been drinking?”

“I mean, I have been drinking but that’s beside the point. Look, Y/N, why don’t we talk about this tomorrow, alright? You’ve just gotta sleep this off.”

"Pft. This isn't something I can just sleep off. Trust me, I've tried." There was a tickle in your throat that alerted you of the oncoming word vomit, but your friend Mr. Daniels seemed to be gaining complete control of your tongue; it was all he was ever good for really, “I’ve also tried drinking it away, but clearly that doesn’t work either. There’s just- so much- of it, of you… and now, now you’re in me-“ Dean’s eyes went wide but you were no longer at liberty to stop, “and I can’t get you out. Sometimes I don’t even think I want to. But I don’t think I can keep going like this any longer either… all this waiting, and wondering, and watching.” Some fragment of sobriety within you recognized how ridiculous and melodramatic you sounded and it gave you enough sense to avoid eye contact with the subject of you’re alcohol-induced speech, as if that could help you elude further embarrassment.

“OK, you’ve gotta slow down, Y/N/N. What the hell are you talking about?” At this point, Dean had moved to take the seat across from you, subtly sliding the bottle of Jack out of your reach as he sat down.

A mirthless laugh was your reply, "Of course you don’t know. Why would you?“

“What does that mean? Why wouldn’t I? Y/N, what’s going on?”

But you ignored his questions and answered with one of your own, “Why am I never enough? You know what, don't answer that; that was a rhetor- rhetor…”

“Rhetorical?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, flailing your index finger in his direction, “Yes, that’s the word. See, even your brain is too good for me.”

“What- why would you say that? Y/N, you know that’s not true. And why do you think you’re never enough? You’re plenty enough.” Concern now painted Dean’s features. He hated seeing you this way, broken and depressed, trying to drown your feelings in whiskey; he’d figured that was his trademark amongst the bunker residents. And he couldn’t understand how someone as incredible as you would think themselves unworthy of anything. Whichever son of a bitch made you feel this way would pay, Dean swore it.

“Then how come you never pick me?” you countered simply, deciding it was finally time to call out his hypocrisy.

The accusation floored Dean. He scooted back in his seat as he stared at you with a slack jaw, utter perplexity swirling within his emerald eyes. Over the years, Dean had garnered an inkling that you felt some kinda way about him, but he never really let himself believe, and not once did he think he could be hurting you. On the contrary, he always figured it was his own hopeful heart playing tricks on him. Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure he was hearing you correctly, or that your drunken state could be trusted, though he remembered you once told him that you were always the most honest version of yourself when you drank, whiskey in particular.

“I watch you go out with waitress after bartender after waitress, but I’ve been here the whole time, and you never consider me. It’s like I don’t even exist, like I’m not even an option, like I could never even help you scratch that itch, at least not as good as any barfly across the Midwest could.” You were aware that this was getting out of hand, but you couldn’t seem to find the brakes. “But that’s not even the real problem – I mean, sure, a roll around the hay with you would probably be mind-blowing as fuck – but it would never solve the root of it, never be enough for me.”

Dean had been studying you meticulously as you spoke, your words starting a fire to the embers of his soul, breathing life into a long-forgotten hope that brought him both joy and fear. “What would? Be enough for you, I mean?” His tone took on a raw sultriness that matched the intense, borderline predatory glaze of his eyes. Needless to say, Dean hadn’t expected your sardonic laughter to fill the air, and your sudden frenzied, carefree state certainly took him off guard.

“Nothing!” you laughed, “I don’t think anything will ever be enough for me! C-cause you’re like this drug that I’m hooked on and it’s just so fucking hard to get off… I mean, it’s also hard to get off without you now, or thoughts of you anyway...” Your tangent was quickly overcome when you remembered the topic of your initial spiel, “But it’s like everything about you draws me in! From the way you reference classic literature even though I’ve never seen you pick up a book that’s not about lore, to the way you rebuild Baby from scratch like it’s no big deal, to the way you’re so good with kids even though you never got to be one yourself, to the dumb way you bottle up all your feelings and never let them see the light of day yet still manage to do so much good in the world, t-to the way you get excited over classic rock and crappy horror movies and pie, and don’t even get me started on the way you love Sam! I mean, it’s just all of it! It’s your strength and perseverance through literal hell, it’s your huge fucking heart despite the mask of swagger and charm, it’s that stupid grin you get when you make a dumb joke and Sam rolls his eyes at you, it’s just those god damn lips in general! And then you walk around looking like that!?” you gestured wildly at all of him, “I mean, who gave you the right?!”

Dean looked like he was about to respond, but you cut him off. There really was no stopping your tirade now, “I’m like an addict who can never get enough, and when you leave, I get feelings of withdrawal, and I don’t know how to fucking deal with those either… You’re so deeply ingrained in me; I don’t think I’ll ever be able to flush you out of my system. And I just-“ you took a rare pause to heave a large breath before admitting quietly, “I wish I knew how to quit you. I really do, because as much as I love you, and trust me, it’s a whole fucking lot – God, does it feel good to finally say that out loud – but for every ounce of love that I have for you, for every bit of you that I’ve inhaled, it hurts just as much. Because you don’t feel the same, and you never will, and I don’t blame you, because you’re Dean fucking Winchester and you could have whoever you want with just a wink and half a smile, and you deserve to have whoever you want-”

“Are you done?” Dean was quick to latch onto the brief respite in your monologue, “Fuck, Y/N, you really have no idea what you do to me, do you? What you are to me?” His head shook in disbelief while his troubled green eyes searched yours.

“What I am to you? I’m your hunting buddy, Dean. The one you call when you need an extra hand with a vamp nest or an extra set of eyes to scour the books, the one who stays up with you when you have nightmares about the souls you tortured in hell, the one you sing rock songs out of tune in the car with, just never the one you go to for a booty call,” you finished with a bitter laugh.

Dean’s head had never ceased it’s shaking, even as he got up and walked around the table towards you. “Only because you’re worth so much more than that. Y/N, you deserve so much more than me.”

It was your turn to shake your head. How typical, you thought as you rolled your eyes and stood up to meet his eye line, “Don’t give me that bullshit, Dean. I know you’re trying to let me down easy and that’s nice of you and all, but you can’t fool me. I know you too well, Dean Winchester, and I know there’s no way in hell that- Mmf!“ The rest of your words were intercepted by Dean’s lips on yours.

The feeling was unexpected but not at all unwelcome. There was an urgent force behind the kiss as he pushed his mouth against yours with gentle yet firm ferocity, bracing your head with large hands cupping both sides. It felt as if he was desperately trying to convey a message to you, to disprove your woeful words of self-pity, or perhaps he just wanted you to shut up. You, of course, responded with tremendous enthusiasm regardless of his intent, grasping blindly at his forearms while slotting your tongue and lips around his in an increasingly frantic manner. You didn’t care if the kiss wasn’t good for him; this might be your only chance to take what you need from Dean Winchester, if only a tiny fraction of it.

When he finally pulled back, you were both panting for air. Dean still held your head in both hands as he leaned forward to rest his forehead upon yours. “Dammit, I shouldn’t have done that; you’re drunk... Do you at least believe me now?”

A slight grimace contorted Dean’s features as his mind was suddenly bombarded by a multitude of conflicted thoughts and feelings, feelings of desire and regret and bliss and unease, but when he caught the dazed look in your eyes, Dean made up his mind, “Ah, what the hell, you’re probably not gonna remember much of this anyway. Look, Y/N, you’re wrong. I do feel the same way about you; I have pretty much ever since I saw that magnificent ass of yours.” Pausing to chuckle at his own words, Dean licked his lips, still able to taste the whiskey from yours.

“The only reason I fucked around with those other people was because I couldn’t stand not being able to have you,” he continued through closed eyes and gritted teeth before filling his chest with a deep breath, “Like today, when I saw that fucking werewolf come at you, I nearly lost it. The thought of anything happening to you scares me shitless, and I didn’t know how to process that feeling, so I let that girl at the bar get close. I was trying to fill the hole you created but it was pointless cause in the end, just like every other time, I couldn’t go through with it. Every time I try to forget about you, your face shows up in my head,” he growled in that low, throaty tone that always seemed to reverberate down to your nether regions.

“But I- I wasn’t lying when I said you deserve more than me. Y/N, you know me. I’m a broken, twisted, shell of a man. I’m-“

“Poison, I know,” you finally lifted your head away from his so that you could look directly into his dazzling eyes. Dean’s hands slid down along your neck and landed on your shoulders while yours remained on his forearms, not willing to lose all contact. “I know what you’re gonna say. You think you’re poison, that being with you puts a target on my back, that loving you is a death sentence… Did I get that right?”

Dean gave you a miniscule nod and a look of resignation as he reluctantly released you from his hold, forcing you to let go as well when he took a large step back. You suddenly felt extremely sober, the effects of the alcohol and that kiss all wearing off instantaneously, “And you hate yourself. No one hates you more than you, Dean.” Your voice was hardly a whisper now, “But that’s OK, cause I hate myself too, for never being able to make you realize that you are so much more than you give yourself credit for, that you deserve all the things you think you can’t have, that you can have them all and still be Dean Winchester.”

You watched as Dean’s eyes began to water and when a single tear rolled down his cheek, you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Approaching him as slowly as you would a nervous animal out of its natural habitat, you stopped directly before him before cautiously raising your arm to wipe the offending tear away with your thumb. Your eyes seemed to be locked in a silent exchange of colossal magnitude, expressing everything mere words could not, from harrowing regret to agonizing self-inflicted torment to desperate desire. It was the yearning in his shimmering eyes that gave you the courage to speak your next words, a runaway tear of your own joining the whispered plea, “Please, let me show you.”

When your eyes fluttered open the next day, they were greeted with the most beautiful sight you'd ever awoken to. Dean’s face was barely a foot away from yours, and the man himself was already awake, staring directly at you. He was lying on his back with his head turned towards you, while your body was twisted to face his. A bedside lamp was on, allowing you to marvel at the breathtaking perfection in front of you, and despite the booze having long since evacuated from your veins, your mouth still imparted the first thing that came to your mind, “You know, I've always wanted to count your freckles,” you murmured honestly, “Maybe map them out like tiny constellations so I can memorize them better, so that one day I could trace them even with my eyes closed.” Your fingertips moved of their own accord as you spoke, gliding softly over his cheeks and across the ridge of his perfect nose.

Dean caught your hand in his and kissed it repeatedly as his magical olive eyes continued to bore into yours, never once leaving your face. His pouty lips curved into the slightest smile as if he were afraid to rear hope yet couldn't fight the peaceful thrill you were bringing him by simply lying next to him. “You’re not still drunk, are you?”

“Not unless it counts to be drunk on you… Sorry, that sounded a lot less cheesy in my head.” You cringed but Dean’s smile broadened.

“And no hangover?”

“No, I told you, hunters can’t-“

“Get drunk. Yeah, I heard. So does that mean you remember everything?”

“I don’t think I could forget that kiss if I wanted to; my brain wouldn’t let me.” You glanced down at his gorgeous mouth before meeting his gaze again, “I meant it all, you know? Everything I said was the truth. Every word.” You moved your thumb to graze his lower lip and he puckered his lips to kiss it.

“So did I, every word… Especially the part about that sweet ass of yours.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours roamed down to grab at your butt cheek with a hefty yet tender squeeze, causing you to squeal in delight. When you settled down, he moved your hand to place it above his heart, “You know I’m no good at chick flick moments, but you can trust me when I say I’m addicted to you too.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies through your stomach and your smile felt invincible. “I hope you know that when I called you a ‘drug’ I didn’t mean it in a derogatory way. Some drugs are good for you. Some drugs can save your life,” you whispered as you fisted lightly at the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“I wouldn’t go that far, sweetheart.”

“Isn’t that what you did yesterday?” Dean was about to retort but you sent him a raised brow and a look that said ‘don’t test me, I’ve got loads more evidence where that came from’ so he simply looked down with a small grin. “Does it still hurt?” You motioned to the white bandage on his shoulder where the werewolf had scratched him up yesterday when he jumped in front of you.

Dean shook his head, “Right now I can hardly feel it. Actually, it hasn’t hurt at all since I kissed you.”

The corners of your mouth lifted some more at his words. “See, that’s what I mean. To me, you’re like coffee on an early morning, morphine when I’m hurting, tranquilizers when I’m freaking out, Zoloft when the world’s got me down, mixed with a shot of ecstasy, and quite possibly the most potent form of Viagra known to mankind.” You might have lingered a moment to chuckle at your own joke, thinking ‘it’s funny cause it’s true’. Dean belted a guffaw himself and you were quite pleased as you continued, “You’re everything I’ve ever needed, all wrapped up in one beautiful, self-loathing man.” You stroked his stubbled jaw and caressed his cheek, letting your words waft softly across the distance between you, hoping he could sense the veracity within them, “And I just want you to let me love you, let me get high on you, so I can show you how good you are. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

A wave a sadness flowed through Dean and he lowered his gaze from yours. “This could end bloody.”

“I know,” you nodded, “But it’s so much better than the alternative... It was getting a bit too hard to bear, even if you were only eye fucking all those other suitors. Besides, if it means I get to kiss you whenever I want, it’ll be worth it. And if it means I get a chance to prove to you how worthy you are, then it’ll be more than worth it.”

“I was only staying away because I wanted to protect you from me, but I didn’t realize it was hurting you. I never wanted to cause you pain; Y/N, I need you to know that.” Dean’s warm, calloused palm ran up your arm, it’s gentleness in stark contrast to his fierce tone, while yours continued to cup his cheek.

Astounded by the passion behind his words and the utter beauty of his face, you whispered in awe, “How are you so perfect?” Seeing the cogs begin to turn in his brain, you quickly moved your index finger to press against his plush lips, “Shh, just let me say it. Baby steps, Dean.”

He took your finger and guided your arm to wrap around his wide shoulders, careful of his injury, then reached out to pull you snugly towards him until your bodies were completely flush, your chest heaving against his. “Well do we have to take baby steps with everything? Cause now that I’ve finally got you in my bed, I was kinda hoping you’d let me take you for a spin in it. Maybe find out if it’s really – how did you put it again? – ‘mind blowing as fuck’ I believe were your words?” That signature smirk of his that always brought you to your knees came out to play.

Your laughter fanned across his face, and the smile on your face was effervescent, “You really are one hell of a drug, Dean Winchester.”

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bleep-bleep-richie · 3 years

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part one

part two

He's not panicking.

Just because he knows Eddie had court at 9am and they had plans to talk at lunch, and it's now 7pm and he still hasn't called.

Nope, definitely not panicking.

He isn't pacing the apartment either. No, he's just taking a leisurely stroll back and forth across his living room. There's just nothing good on TV. He isn't panicking, there's no reason to panic.

He had texted him at 1 and, after getting no answer, again at 5. He picks his phone up where he'd thrown it not even five minutes ago face down on the couch. He swipes his way to his messages.

Nothing.

He clicks "💖Edwardo💖" and scrolls through their messages from the last couple days. He sighs and clicks the text box.

Hey, I'm gonna stay up until I hear from you, so call me whenever.

He sends it and throws the phone to the side, collapsing against the back of his sofa. He picks up his laptop, clicks on the video chat app, and stares at the stupid picture Eddie had chosen as his icon. The edge of his mouth lifts in spite of the sick churning in his stomach. "Eddie fucking Kaspbrak," he mumbles with a shake of his head. He's still looking at Eddie's picture when he starts to doze off.

He has no idea how much time has gone by when he's woken up by the sound of a call coming through his computer. His vision's blurry, he pushes his glasses back up on his face, and sees Eddie's smile way too close to the camera. He accepts the call. "What the fuck, man?"

"Richie!" Eddie cries. "Did I wake you? You said you were staying up."

Richie stretches and yawns before picking the laptop up and putting it on his coffee table. "Guess I fell asleep." He narrows his eyes. "Where are you?"

"Out! With Matt!"

Richie wants to ask who the hell Matt is but the camera is on the guy before he gets the chance.

"Look, Matt, it's my boyfriend," he hears Eddie say, "the guy I was telling you about!"

Richie has a moment of disconnect. "Uh," he says cleverly.

Matt leans closer. "Wait, holy shit, you really are Richie Tozier." He grins. "When Eddie said he was dating a celebrity, I didn't believe him."

"Fuck you!"

"Uh, hi?" Richie says. He's still reeling from 'boyfriend' and 'dating.' "Sorry, who are you again?"

Eddie turns the phone back, his face swims into view unsteadily. "My new manager! I hired him last week, he's gonna manage the New York branch when I leave."

"Okay, you're screaming."

"I'm celebrating!" he yells, raising a glass. He knocks it back and drains it to prove his point.

It's loud, Richie can hear the sounds of other people talking and laughing. He guesses they're in a bar. "Can you go outside or something? I can barely hear you."

Eddie's nodding as he gets to his feet. "Shit, yeah, sorry," he says when he swallows. "Matt, I'll be right back."

"Take your time, boss. Nice to meet you, Mr. Tozier!"

Richie makes a face. "Did he just call me Mister Tozier?"

Eddie laughs. He leans against the cool bricks of the building once he gets outside. "Yeah, he's like that."

"So," Richie starts after a beat, "how'd it go?"

"Oh! We found a place!"

"A place?"

"Yeah, an office building," Eddie replies excitedly. "Matt found it on the computer. And! He put up an ad for people to email me their resumes. It was so much easier than I was making it, big shocker there, right."

Richie tilts his head for a second. "That's fantastic, Eds, but what about court?"

"Oh, oh! Richie!" Eddie's smile splits his face. "She signed the papers! She dropped everything she was asking for, a share in the company, all the alimony. She told me on the way out it's because she's already engaged, and all I could think was 'that poor schmuck." He laughs, open and cheerful. Richie doesn't know if he's ever seen him so happy.

"Wow, that's awesome. Congratulations."

Something in his voice must give him away. Eddie's eyes soften and his smile fades. "Oh, Rich, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to call. I was just so excited to get everything done, we worked right through lunch. I'm booking a flight to LA tomorrow. Richie, we're going to he together before the end of the week." His eyes are so bright and happy, Richie wants to drown himself in them.

"That's- Wow, Eds, that's amazing." He pauses. "You're amazing." Eddie's eyes start to water and Richie figures he must be way drunker than he's letting on. "Wait, how are you video chatting from your phone?"

Eddie blinks. "Oh, there's an app for it."

"Yes, I know there's an app for it. How in the hell did you know there was an app for it? The only app you have on your phone is a calculator."

"Matt downloaded it for me. I saw your text and mentioned I needed to call you, so he showed me how to do it."

"That's great," Richie says flatly. "Matt's great."

"Yeah, he really is a whiz at the technology stuff."

"That's what happens when you hire a 20 year old."

"He's 25." He considers Richie a moment. "Wait, what was that?"

"What was what?"

Eddie eyes him. "That tone was hostile and, like, jealous. Are you-"

"I'm definitely not jealous."

Eddie's eyes widen. "You're lying! That's your lying face!"

"I have a lying face?" Richie asks, raising his eyebrows.

"You do, and you're making it right now. Why would you be jealous of Matt?"

"I'm not!" he protests. He sighs. "I dunno, man, it's just like, the most important day of your life and that's who you're celebrating with."

"Richie," Eddie says. His voice is gentle, like trying to coax a wild animal into a cage. It makes Richie want to punch a wall at how ridiculously easy it is for Eddie to turn him to mush. "I would rather celebrate with you than anyone in the world. But, baby, you're not here."

Richie's mind short circuits so hard over the word 'baby' that it takes him a full 30 seconds to process the rest of that sentence. He scoffs a laugh, completely humorless. "Yeah, and whose fault is that?"

Eddie's face crumbles and he looks down and away from the camera, like he's ashamed. Like Richie is embarrassing him.

He instantly feels like a jackass. "I'm sorry, Eds, I'm not trying to rain on your parade. I was just worried, when you didn't call."

"I said I was sorry. I got busy."

"I texted you three times," Richie replies. He feels like a petulant housewife who spent all day cooking a dinner that her husband never came home to eat. He guesses that's exactly how he sounds, too.

Eddie turns his sad eyes on Richie. "I didn't even look at my phone until like fifteen minutes ago. I called as soon as I saw them."

"I know, I know." He shakes his head. "'I'm sorry, 'm being a dick."

Eddie smirks. "Imagine that."

Richie breathes out his nose and wills himself not to be angry. Always understanding, never upset. Always with a joke but never with a complaint. How he's been all year, all his life with Eddie, if he's honest with himself. Never too emotional or serious, just in case it overwhelms. "I'll let you get back. Just let me know when you book your flight, I'll clean the guest room."

"The guest room?" Eddie's face falls. "I have to sleep in my own room? You're that mad that I forgot to call?"

"No, it's not- I just didn't want to assume-"

"Or is it because I'm out with Matt?" Eddie continues like Richie hadn't even spoken. "Because I barely even know him, Rich. I was just in a good mood and we both needed to eat. It doesn't- I don't know if he's even gay."

Richie feels green. "He's cute," he says neutrally. "He's there. You're drunk."

"Richie."

He shakes his head, rubs his palms against the denim on his knees. "I know, I know. I'm being stupid because I miss you and I missed today and I- I'm sorry."

Eddie eyes go big and wistful. "I would never- Rich, I've spent the entire time since I've met him waxing poetic about you. Besides business shit, you're the only thing we've talked about. He's probably getting sick of it, honestly."

The sudden leap of his stomach makes him want to puke. "It's okay, Eds, you don't have to-"

"Richie," Eddie cuts him off. He pulls the phone closer to his face. "Richie, I'm crazy about you. You know, sometimes-" He laughs, blushes, glances away for a second. Richie wants to look at him forever. "Somtimes after we hang up, I jerk off to the memory of the sound of your voice. It's kind of pathetic. I'm completely gone on you, is the point I'm making."

"I-" he stops himself. He'd sworn at least a hundred times over the passed year that he wasn't going to say it until Eddie is in front of him. And he's going to keep that promise. "You're- you're everything, sweetheart. I- You know how I feel about you, don't you, Eddie?"

Eddie's smile is blinding. "Yeah, I think you waiting on me for almost a year while I got my shit together is a pretty big clue."

Richie grins back.

"I have to go settle the tab," Eddie says after a moment.

"You could call me," Richie tells him, "when you get back to your room. Jerk off to my actual voice, instead of the memory. I could say something worth jerking off to."

Pink rises on Eddie's cheekbones and flushes down onto his neck, right where Richie wants to bite him. "Thanks, now I have to go back in there at half mast."

"Oh, you are so very welcome. No need to thank me. The pleasure's all mine, really." The sad thing is, he isn't lying. Nothing gets him going faster than the mere idea that Eddie wants him. The evidence of it, the confession, has him rock hard in his pants already.

"You're insufferable."

"Insatiable, Edward. The word is insatiable."

Eddie rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "I'm going to call you in 45 minutes," he promises.

Richie nods. "I'll have my script ready. The never ending list of things I'd do to corrupt the pure and innocent Eddie Kaspbrak."

"Insufferable!" He pauses, still smiling even though he's griping. "45 minutes."

"I'll be here, Eds." He flushes with the honesty of it. "I'll always be here."

#i've saved this for months bc i didn't think it was good enough to post #and bc part two didn't do well note wise but guess what!#i like it and i. don't care.#reddie #it 2019 #otp: i'll show you a staph infection

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Number-II

Star: Kim Hyunjin (Loona)

Idea: Yes

Love: Hi I don’t known if you’re taking requests (if not you can ignore this) but could we get a part two for Hyunjin x fem!reader tsundere? The first part was really good and I was hoping if you could maybe do a second part where reader and Hyunjin would get together and we could see reader’s soft side, thanks a lot, I love your works!

Sequel to What’s Your Name?

A/n: Sorry if I took a while

"....for the last group, it would be Ms. Jeon, Kim, and L/n," you blinked in disbelief as you heard your professor's statement.

The rest of the class looked at him as if he'd sprouted two heads, puzzled by his decision to pair you with the two females who matched your face. The bell had rang, signaling the end of the period, before anybody could object.

Everyone stood up and began to leave the room one by one as you stood there watching the man walk away, completely oblivious to the scowl aimed at the back of his head.

Did he live in a cave?

Despite the fact that everyone knew who you were and that your professor knew you preferred working alone, he assigned you to work with two girls you had never really got to know.

You collected your bag while grumbling to yourself, storming down the hall with a huff, irritation and anger visible in your features as you exited.

Back in the room, both females were left to view the situation, puzzled as to why anyone would become angry, shrugging at one other as they walked to the cafeteria for lunch.

"Hey girls, we have a couple of chairs here if you haven't found somewhere else to sit," the two foreigners turned, shaking their heads at a mixed table of jocks and cheerleaders.

It's been like this for the entire time they've been here, with various students inviting them to sit on a regular basis, some commenting on why they would spend it at the back where they were hidden, most were trying to be nice, while some wanted to invite them because of their looks or attitudes.

They continued walking until they reached the far end of the cafeteria, where they observed one individual eating quietly unbothered despite the presence of the two girls in front of her.

Both took their seats in front of you, eating their meals casually, with one of them occasionally looking at you as they ate. It has been a little over a month since Hyunjin heard from you.

Because after that, you suddenly formed another shell around you, where you blocked out everything and everyone for a week, avoiding the cat girl like she was the plague.

When they go to have lunch, you would purposely leave early, afraid to be in the same vicinity as them. But thankfully, after a week you were back to normal, that is being silent.

"You’re gonna bore a hole in her head if you keep staring," the cat snapped her head to the side, eyeing Heejin as she giggled at her friend's glare, "I’m not staring!" She defended weakly, trying her best to show a neutral face as the blush got brighter on her cheeks, lowering her head.

Hyunjin went silent, stuffing her face with food while Heejin only smiled, raising her head to look at you, "So Y/n-ssi, when would you want to start on the project?"

The girl inquired. The response she was receiving, however, wasn’t really expected. Raising your head, Heejin jerked back when you suddenly sent her a glare, a frown gracing your lips before you stood to leave, stomping on the floor as you left the cafeteria.

Heejin furrowed her eyebrows at your demeanor, looking back at her friend who eyed the cafeteria doors, confusion set in their heads.

Did you really not want to work with them that badly?

With your fists clenched by your side, you stormed down the hall, grumbling until you were already outside the building, choosing a nearby bench to cool your nerves. Why were you so upset? You didn’t know why.

Was it because of your professor? Was it the thought of having to interact with people? Or was it because you found yourself nervous around them?

Heejin and Hyunjin seemed too nice, they approached you nicely, having no intentions other than finding a place to eat. You were sceptical, of course.

Both of them had good reputations, they were nicer than some of the student body, they were prettier than the cheerleaders, but what gave you doubt was their willingness to stay with you.

Was it because they didn’t have anywhere else to stay, or is it because they wanted to get close to you?

You noticed Heejin was a little on the quiet side, only speaking in her native tongue as she spoke with the other girl.

She was quiet, often opting to focus on her own things, sometimes glancing up to look at you before she would turn her head to reply to the other girl. Hyunjin, however, was still a mystery to you.

Ever since she talked to you, she turned on every possible alarm you had, but at the same time, she could turn them off so easily.

Hyunjin was always nice to begin with, polite when she would speak, only sometimes a little bit annoying when she would have those days where she kept asking and asking.

For the past month, she proved to be a comfortable presence, though you would never really speak to both of them, it made you less lonely when you were in their presence.

Did it ease your worries? No it did not, there was just a little period that they made you feel like you weren’t alone.

Leaning back against the bench, you settled your breathing, closing your eyes as you relaxed yourself with your surroundings.

Finding your thoughts to clear up until hearing laughter from a group of students. Groaning with annoyance, you turned your head to the side, seeing the group of cheerleaders and jocks.

You paid no mind to them, knowing that they were only going to the field for their practice, but as you close your eyes again, you hear a familiar name come from the group.

"Hyunjin-ssi, could you come join us? We’re heading to the field for practice. You can watch it if you’d like," Hyunjin tried her best to show a kind smile, shaking her head in refusal to the offer which had been given to her for the third time.

She had left a few minutes after you stormed out. Did she have a reason to follow you? No, but a part of her acted on its own. Walking out of the same doors to follow your form.

Though unfortunately, it wasn’t just you that were heading outside. On her way to the front, the group of students noticed Hyunjin walking outside, taking the opportunity to approach her, making the cat-eyed girl regret her decision to pursue after you.

She was fortunate, however, because as she exited the doors, she caught a glimpse of your form, sitting on a bench not far from the entrance.

She walked towards you, but once again, they were persistent, blocking your way as they smiled at her sweetly. Hyunjin was starting to get agitated, her face showing her displeasure while they stood there, unwavered.

But before one of them could speak, you brushed past them, bumping into their shoulders as you reached for her hand and pulled her away inside the school,

"Move faster," you muttered, just barely catching her ears as you led her through the halls. You could hear them behind you, footsteps thumping as they yelled for you. Luckily, because of their number and noise, you managed to slip away to a staircase.

Running to the roof as your hand still held hers. When you pushed the door open, both of you panted, Hyunjin sitting on the concrete while you leaned against the railing.

You let her catch her breath, waiting until you heard her breath even out. Though you let silence reign for a while, debating to yourself before you eventually pushed yourself to talk, "Why were you outside?"

"I was looking for you,"

Both of you turned your heads at each other, unintentionally speaking at the same time, though her words caught your attention more than the occurring coincidence,

“W-what--why were you even looking for me?" you asked, flustered that she would be looking for you. Hyunjin shrugged, staying quiet for a second before she answered,

"I wanted to ask you what was wrong. I-I was kind of curious why you didn’t speak much, or why your mood easily changes,"

Her voice began to tremble as she became embarrassed by the reasons that came out of her mouth. Normally you would get mad, infuriated even, that she wanted to know your attitude, or your emotions, but strangely, you saw sincerity in her eyes.

With your face flushed, you extended a hand to her, mirroring the same look she gave you when you were on the floor,

"W-why would you even want to know about me? You don’t know me, stupid,"

"Then let me get to know you," Hyunjin said confidently, accepting your hand as she stood, noticing the slight change in your eyes before they went back to empty,

"You shouldn’t trust people that easily, Hyunjin-ssi, you never know what other people might do to someone weak like you," The rapid change of your mood confused her again, but a sudden thought came to her when she noticed the way you spoke.

Letting go of her hand, you turned to leave, but before you could take a step, she held you by your wrist, turning you around to face her.

Your eyes widened as you felt a sudden flood of warmth surge through your body, your eyes dilating at the feeling before you quickly snapped out of it and pulled away. Rushing to the stairs as you left, the girl stood there with a smile, recognizing as she knew why you were so cold or angry.

Lowering her arms, Hyunjin felt something fall. Glancing at the floor, she saw a small piece of paper. Crouching down to get it, the cat-eyed girl unfolded it, an even brighter smile coming to her face when an address was written down,

"...5pm tomorrow,

-Y/n."

Heejin and Hyunjin stepped out of the elevator, "Are you sure this is the right floor?" Heejin asked her friend, the cat girl, looking down on the piece of paper you gave her as she checked the first room,

"It says 129, this one is 115. We should be right this time," she replied, walking down and checking all the rooms to the right while Heejin checked the rooms to their left.

It was already the next day. Hyunjin told her best friend about the piece of paper you left her, though leaving out the part on how both of you ended up on the roof. Only saying that you gave her a piece of paper with your andress on it,

"Ah, here!" Heejin pointed out, seeing the number of the room they stood before it and rang the bell.

"You know this could easily be a trap, right? It might not even be her. What if this is actually a kidnapping?" Heejin whispered, earning an eye roll from her friend,

"If that happens, I’ll throw you in first," Hyunjin replied, though the bunny couldn’t retaliate because of the door opening, greeting them with your presence. Showing a small smile, you stepped aside, welcoming the two who went inside.

Hyunjin glanced around as she walked, and noticed that it was oddly plain. The furniture looked brand new; there were no paintings, no flowers, or any decorations for that matter.

It looked like everything was bought yesterday. The only things Hyunjin found full was the kitchen, the walls lined up with tools that everyone would usually buy.

"You can take a seat on the couch, I’ll just grab my books," you said, still surprising Heejin as she heard you speak. Sure, she'd heard you speak before, but she'd never heard it directed at her.

While Hyunjin smiled as she sat, placing her bag to the side and looking at you, watching as you disappeared down the hall. When you come back with the materials, you set them on the coffee table, sitting on the opposite couch.

For the next few hours, you did a lot more than you thought, Hyunjin assigning what to do while Heejin made sure all of you hit the points that you were meant to.

You provided all the things they needed while also doing the best for the part assigned to you. An hour seemed to go by like a minute before Heejin suggested taking a break. While the two paused, you kept working, too engulfed in your own world to hear her.

It wasn’t until you felt a warm hand rest on your shoulder, causing you to turn. Meeting the cat's eyes as she gave you a smile,

"Let’s take a break for now," she said, noticing yet again another flash in your eyes as you stared at her for a minute before you nodded. Shaking your head, you put down the pen, backed away from Hyunjin and wordlessly went to the kitchen.

She took note of the pink tinge on your cheeks, a small smile coming to her own face.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, wanting to prepare something for your guests while also trying to avoid the intense gaze you felt on your being.

Sneaking a glance, you met her gaze; the gaze she gave you appeared heavy and judgmental, but you didn't feel that way at all. In fact, you were relaxed, comfortable that she was paying attention to you. It made you feel some sort of way that you couldn’t explain.

Shaking your head, you continued preparing, soon putting them inside the oven for a few minutes. You cleaned your kitchen, waited until the timer rang, took the food out of the oven as you placed it in a bowl, where you placed the cookies, bringing them to the pair.

Hiding the smile you wanted to show when you saw how their eyes lit up.

"Do you usually bake, Y/n-ssi?" Hyunjin asked you, making you rub the back of your neck shyly, shaking your head, "It’s not something I do, I learned from scratch," you replied, watching as both girls took one each, anticipation in your features.

Really, you shouldn’t care, but there was something that made you want them to like it.

When they took a bite, you waited until a bright smile appeared on their faces, "This is so good!" You smiled back, glad that they liked it,

“This is the best cookie I’ve had so far," Hyunjin commented, the warm feeling surging through your body when you locked eyes with her, making you look away, shaking your head, "Thank you."

After your break, though it might have been a few minutes, a connection had already formed, you were relaxed.

Less shy as you paid attention to them, pulling yourself away from your world and listening to them speak, even if you couldn’t understand them as much, you still enjoyed listening to them speak. It served as a filler for the normally empty space.

Though you tried to push it away, knowing that by the end of the day they would still leave.

Soon enough, the time came for them to leave. You walked them to the door, "Let’s continue this probably tomorrow or the day after," Heejin said, earning a nod from you before they stood there awkwardly, until they turned around and left.

You stared at their backs for some time. When you moved to shut the door, however, you heard Hyunjin calling for you.

Opening the door, you peeked to glance at the girl, her friend not visible within the hallway, "Did you forget something?" you asked quietly, earning a shake from Hyunjin,

"I-uh wanted to maybe ask for your number if it was alright," she said, scratching the back of her neck, shyly, the familiar red tinge spreading on her cheeks.

You would’ve laughed at her but you were in a similar situation, shock on your face as you flushed.

"W-why--fine just because you need it," you stuttered, stating your reason, though the butterflies in your stomach were raving. You handed her your phone, placing her number before she handed it back, bowing as she scurried, leaving you still in shock at the sudden event.

No one ever asked for your number before. It was a strange feeling, but your insecurities were too busy running around your head.

Until your phone pinged, looking down, you couldn’t prevent the smile that spread through your face, opening the contact and saving it on your phone,

"See you tomorrow!

-Hyunjin."

It started from that, one single text, where it grew into something bigger. The following week, you started to talk more through messages, sometimes about school or random things that Hyunjin could come up with so she could talk with you longer.

Then it progressed to both of you talking every day, and before you knew it, a month had passed and you were already starting to feel at ease, which led to you occasionally chiming in on their conversations.

At first, both of them were shocked that you spoke in school. Even if you used a hushed voice, they still enjoyed it. Hyunjin beamed with joy, happy that you were starting to speak with them.

While the feeling in your stomach started to grow, you were oddly fine with it, sometimes even looking forward to it being a part of your day.

One day, you had an idea, so instead of the usual time you would wake up, you woke up earlier than usual. Going to school, but instead of going straight to your class, you were in the library, looking for a certain book.

When you found it, a smile came to your face and you glanced at the cover, taking it to the front of renting it for a few weeks. You are going to need a lot of time to read it.

Hyunjin held the tray in her hands, walking alone through the cafeteria. She was alone for the past few days, with Heejin being busy with a few things, leaving you two alone.

She arrived at your table, finding a new sight to see when you were reading something, a little absorbed, too absorbed to notice the girl.

"What are you reading?" Your eyes went wide, slamming the book shut and hiding it on your lap, "Nothing!" you replied, the other girl furrowing her eyebrows at your attempt to lie, "Sure,"

She sat down and ate her food, not wanting to bring up the subject because she didn't want you to hide again, even though the chances were slim.

You two ate, forgetting about your little not so ‘secret’ item hidden on your lap, silently eating as you spoke when Hyunjin asked or wanted an answer to a certain topic.

When you got home, you placed your things on the couch, preparing some tea and crackers. Sitting on the floor, you leaned back on the couch, opening the page you stopped on, "Lets try this again."

"What made you keep talking to me?" The question came out of your lips, your eyes observing the field as you leaned against the railings, the other girl hummed, thinking of an answer.

You were on the familiar roof with Hyunjin, as you mirrored the exact same position you were in a few months ago. She invited you, claiming that she wanted fresh air before classes started and seeing that you trusted the girl, you agreed.

"I know someone like you Y/n," you raised an eyebrow at her response,

"She's a friend of ours, and to my observation, both of you act the same way, so I just took some prior knowledge on how to deal with that," she replied as you smiled, noticing how she stuttered with a few words, trying not to say it directly but giving enough for you to understand.

Hyunjin was careful with her words, knowing that saying what you were ‘stereotyped’ might offend you.

She paused for a moment, turning her head to look at your side features, her eyes scanning, as if storing it in her mind.

She sighed deeply, looking at you with her eyes squinted as she said, "Why do you make me so crazy, L/n Y/n-ssi,"

You smiled when you heard the girl, "Would you mind continuing? It’s soothing to hear," you said, earning another quiet sigh as she decided to take it all out,

"Why do you live inside my head, huh? This is unfair, you’re always running around here, that I can’t think of anything else besides you. A lot of people might think that you’re cold, rude, or weird, but I think you’re perfect. I find you interesting, you’re pretty, smart, talented, and probably handled more than everyone thinks, and I might be saying this too early, but...I think I’m falling for you, L/n Yn."

She finished, her gaze never leaving yours as you continued to look at the view.

Sighing, the girl looked down on her lap, moving to stand, but the next words that left your mouth made her freeze, "D-do you really think o-of me as all t-those, Kim Hyunjin?"

You replied, stuttering, partly because of the difficult words and the realization of what she said processed in your head, hearing her breath hitch as you turned your head to look at her.

"H-how did--" She struggled to come up with words, her mouth agape as she stared at you. Then she remembered that you had a book for the past month, sometimes reading, and sometimes muttering to yourself.

Every time she’s asked, you would avoid the question, hiding the book or the paper you wrote on.

"I-I wanted to learn, maybe it would be useful," you reasoned once you noticed the realization dawning on her, taking a step and reaching out for her hand, once again repeating the familiar scene you two found yourselves in,

"Turns out it is, because..I t-think I l-like you too, Kim Hyunjin," you said, gesturing your hand while the girl paused to take in everything you said.

Grasping your hand, you pulled her up, and Hyunjin used the momentum as you pulled her, getting close enough until warm lips met her own.

You gasped, surprised at the girl’s action, still it didn’t take a second for you to respond. Eyes closing as your arms circled around her waist.

A part of Hyunjin was afraid of what she had done, thinking you were going to leave, or push her away. But as she felt your arms circle her waist, she was content, happy that you felt comfortable letting her show how much she liked you.

"I told you I could’ve bought this earlier," you said, carrying the plastic bags to your apartment while a certain cat eyed girl looped her arm around yours, "Where’s the fun in that?" she retorted, rolling your eyes and shrugging your shoulders,

"The fun part is I wouldn’t have to leave the comfort of my home. Let go of my arm, it’s heavy," Hyunjin giggled at your sulking, though she didn’t take her hand off.

"Remove it then," she challenged, knowing you didn’t mean it, "My hands are full, stupid,"

The girl took one of the bags, leaving one of your hands free, before asking again, "How about now?" she asked, seeing your furrowed brows and frown but still refusing to remove her arm, causing the other girl to laugh at your attitude.

As both of you got into the apartment, Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile. The past two months have probably been the best she’s had.

Having you by her side was the best thing she could’ve asked for, because a month after both of you had a moment on the roof, you agreed to be her girlfriend.

Which not only made her the happiest, but it also meant that she could spend a lot more time with you.

Earlier, you had already celebrated with her friends, all of them showing their excitement, especially Heejin, who throughout the time you’d been dating Hyunjin had become your best friend too.

So now you were in your apartment, almost past midnight as you planned to watch movies with the girl,

"Take a shower, I’ll prepare everything," you stated, placing a kiss on her forehead and pushing her to your room.

The butterflies, although it had been a routine of yours, still hadn’t gotten used to the warm feelings you felt when you would make sweet gestures to your partner.

You took some spare blankets from your bedroom, got the pillows and prepared the living room to be as comfy as you wanted it.

Heating up some water for tea, taking out the food that you bought and placing it into neat plates so it would be easier to get and eat.

A few minutes later, she came out, clad with your hoodie, hair tied back up, "Your turn," she called out, while you carried the plates to the coffee table, taking a look at your work before you smiled in content, going to your room to wash up.

When you finished, you came out almost in the same style. Choosing to wear one of her oversized t-shirts before we went outside, arriving in the living room, Hyunjin was already on the couch, a blanket up to her stomach as she scrolled through her phone.

You hopped on the couch, moving beside the girl, getting as close as possible, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head on her chest.

This was always your favorite position to be in, feeling her heartbeat under the palm of your hand while her warmth spread to your body, making you melt in her arms.

You didn’t mind if you looked small, or you seemed like a baby. All that mattered was you were with Hyunjin anyway.

It was always you and her, nothing else bothered you, enjoying her scent, warmth, and the feeling of security she would always give you.

You didn’t regret what you’ve done for the past few months. In fact, you were happy with what you’ve accomplished. Because laying there with Hyunjin, arms wrapped around each other, you could practically feel her warmth.

You raised your head and gave a small kiss to the bottom of her jaw, feeling her squeeze your body, rubbing her arm against your shoulder, you felt whole.

Since the once empty void that you had, was filled by something greater than joy, attention, or satisfaction. It was all filled by...her.

#loona #loona imagines #loona scenarios #loona hyunjin #kim hyunjin #girl group #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines #hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #➶ (//discord.gg/)

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Heartbeats & Vibrations

Prompt: Gamer!Kiri, he was in a COD game with the rest of the bakusquad and you’d just gotten home from a very shitty day at work.

Warnings: M. HEAVY overstimulation/edging; toy play, sensation play, light bondage.

[!] Written to: Rehab by Brent Faiyaz, West Side by Ariana Grande, Bad Girl by A Boogie, Nasty by Ariana Grande

Notes: I really couldn’t picture this with anyone else but Kirishima aka pebble boy. I hope y’all enjoy!

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You sat in your car, quickly gathering your thoughts and feelings in. You knew Kiri was in game right now, his stream was playing quietly in your car. He was just up and coming and you made sure to support him as much as you could. The last thing you wanted to do was accidentally cause a scene in front of his viewers, especially since he always asked for you to watch him stream and you loved doing that with him when you could.

Once you tried your hardest to appear like your regular self, you made your way up to your apartment and quietly walked in. You could hear Kiri start calling out your name from his streaming room, “Everyone! I think my beautiful, amazing girlfriend is home.” You heard him say, making your heart swell.

Your feet felt heavy as you walked into yours and Kiri’s bedroom first to change into something more comfortable. You still felt on the verge of tear and you tried your hardest to keep them in. It was just one of those days, even though you cried your whole way home it didn’t make you feel any better.

You let a couple tears fall, unable to keep them in and once again waited until you were able to put on at least a neutral expression before entering his streaming room.

Kiri had your spot set up, you’d have another gaming chair next to him, with your little set up. Kiri had made sure to stuff the basket next to your chair with a bunch of snacks. You absolutely loved this, even though he was streaming he’d still want you around him, and you were perfectly fine just sitting and watching, replying to chat for him or even playing animal crossing next to him as he played COD. It was your way to unwind as well, but today was different. It was difficult for you to let Kiri know that you needed him sometimes, and tonight was the same. You promised you’d bite your tongue for now, and not bother him during stream.

However, your emotions were easy to read, and even his chat noticed.

“Kiri, is y/n, okay??” One comment read.

“She looks upset.” Comments like this start flooding in and you started to panic. You didn’t want to ruin his stream.

“Wow, why is she bringing such bad energy in here. I don’t want to look at her sad face.” One comment chimed in, making your eyes well up.

Kiri’s whole mood changed, his character wasn’t moving anymore, instead he was reading through the comments, and then looked at you. That sent you over the edge, your tears escaped and you bolted out of your chair and into your bedroom.

“I don’t appreciate comments like yours, everyone who is being rude to y/n right now, please get the fuck off of my future streams. Honestly, it sounds shitty to say but I don’t care for “fans” like you. To all of you who are genuinely concerned for y/n, thank you. I’m getting off stream to take care of my babygirl.” He said sternly and ended his stream.

“I have to go.” He said in his in-game voice chat.

“Go! I’m gonna chew these fucking bastards out right now for saying that shit about y/n.” Bakugo said and the rest of the Bakusquad followed to defend you.

You were curled up, in a ball unaware of what was being said. You gripped tightly to Kiri’s pillow, you were so ashamed and embarrassed for ruining his stream. Your cheeks were flushed, your nose was stuffy and the tears just wouldn’t stop coming.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door, “Pebble? I’m coming in, okay?” he said as he opened the door. You hummed in response.

Your eyes were closed but you could feel him staring at you. When you were able to open your already puffy eyes, he was at eye level. He was kneeled in front of you, next to the bed.

“What happened pebble?” He asked and all you could do was avoid eye contact with him.

“You can tell me if your comfortable, if you don’t want to that’s okay too. Can I cuddle you?” He was treating you softly, he knew how sensitive you we’re probably feeling right now and how embarrassed you were probably feeling but not for the same reasons you thought.

While you were beating yourself up for ruining his stream, he was beating himself up for not having noticed you were feeling upset. He felt like a terrible partner, he felt like you were upset with him. And he knew you probably didn’t like your emotions being put on full blast in front of his stream, and for that he felt guilty. Had he not asked you to join his stream that night, you probably wouldn’t have shown such private feelings to over 500k viewer, but if you hadn’t gone in, he probably wouldn’t have noticed that you were upset. Either way, Kirishima felt like he failed you.

He climb into bed with you and positioned himself to be the big spoon, his body engulfed yours and for once that night you felt better. You had plenty of time to sit with your thoughts and finally decided you were ready to talk, however, before you could let out a word Kirishima started, “I’m so sorry pebble. I feel like I’ve let you down, and I’m so sorry. I should’ve noticed you were feeling upset. I should’ve known how you felt.” His voice cracked.

“But you couldn’t have known, you’re not a mind reader Kiri and I know that. I should’ve told you how I felt but I didn’t want you to cut your stream short because of me, and now, I embarrassed you in front of your fans.” You said.

“You come first, you didn’t embarrass me. I think I embarrassed you actually. And I'm still so sorry. Will you tell me what happened?”

“I mixed up some documents that were for a very important shareholders meeting and I got chewed out for it. Then the rest of the work day I just kept fucking up. When I was driving home I cried it out so I didn’t feel too upset getting home but it didn’t work.” You said feeling guilty for ruining his night.

“You don’t have to do that, you can always come to me and the streams and the fans or whatever can wait. You’re more important to me. Before we keep going back and forth saying sorry, because we both know that will happen, just believe me when I say you don’t have to worry about closing off your emotions with me.” Kirishima finished off, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“You’ve been so supportive of me since I became a full-time streamer and I’ve taken advantage of that. From now, I’ll make sure to have finished streaming before you come to work. Let me take your mind off of things and make the rest of the night better.” He said, his choice of words sending a tingle down your spine.

“Get undressed.” He instructed and you did as you were told. He had taken off his shirt off, leaving him in only his grey sweat, that seem to hang off his hips just perfectly showing the band of his boxers. Just the view of his toned abs and his v-line was enough to have you drooling.

He grabbed your blindfold from your nightstand, the one you’d occasionally use when you went to sleep. He motioned for you to sit up, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” He slid the blindfold on and let you adjust it comfortably.

“Don’t take it off.” You jumped slightly when you heard his command against your ear.

He sauntered out of your bedroom and into his game area, he grabbed his disconnected headset and made his way back to the bedroom. Still ignoring your blushing, naked body he walked to the dresser in the corner of the room, reached down to the bottom drawer and pulled out what he would need for tonight. He grabbed the cotton rope and cuff set, along with two other toys. He looked back at your ready body, letting his tongue dip out and licked his lips in anticipation.

His touch surprised you, making you whine involuntarily. You felt soft fur cuffs positioned and tightened comfortably on your ankles, he gently flexed your right leg and wrapped the cotton rope around the middle for your thigh, then did the same for the right leg. Your cunt was on full display, only for him, you were already wet just from getting bound.

Once you were tied up, he positioned himself to sit directly behind you. He adjusted your body against his so his legs were on either side of yours, slightly bent and your head resting comfortably on his chest.

”I’m gonna put on the headset. If you want it off, use the safe word.” Kiri said.

“Yes.” You replied.

He put his headset on you, muffling all the background noises. All you could hear was the beating of your heart, you could feel the pounding of his behind your head.

Your back arched slightly, and your mouth opened as you inhaled sharply at the sensation of his finger dancing down your stomach. He stopped just above your folds, playfully tracing small circles around your core.

You were already writhing, trying to get his finger to brush even your lips, but to your dismay he took his hand away completely. Once again you were panting in anticipation, what would he do next? Where would he start touching you? Would he run his fingers down your arms, then up again and down your nipples? Would he instantly give you the touch you so desperately craved?

You could hear your own heartbeat again, your breathing leveled and your body calmed down. Once Kirishima noticed your senses come back down to your own bodily awareness he reached his hand down over your core, you swear you could feel the emanating heat from his hand on your wet cunt.

You bit down on your lip, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards. Kirishima wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, quickly jerking his hand back. You were desperate at this point, you wanted release.

“Please.” You moaned quietly. Kirishima smirked.

He’d finally had enough teasing you... for now. He snaked his hand down your stomach once more, gaining the same reaction as the first time. You readied yourself for when he’d ultimately decline your pleads, but when he didn’t stop you let out a small cry.

His hand covered your wet cunt, his hand laid there for a second until he felt you buck your hips up once more. He moved his hand up, flat against your cunt, his middle finger parting your wet folds.

“Fuck.” Kiri whispered to himself, small whines escaping your lips.

His other hand joined in parting your folds, his right middle finger connected to your sensitive clit. He rolled his finger in small, slow circles as his left middle finger teased your entrance. That alone could make you come.

You longed to hear his breath and his dirty words that you knew he was holding in.

“Sapphire.” You said loud enough for him to hear you. You prepared yourself for his hands to leave your core. His hands stopped working you and he took off the headset.

“Okay, pebble?” He asked.

“I wanted...to hear you.” You whimpered as he left a kiss to your temple.

“You want to hear me tell you how good you’re doing? Hmm?” His hands resumed to pleasure you. You hummed in response.

His finger teasingly entered your core, you groaned in frustration at his teasing. He chuckled lightly at your reaction, finally giving you the satisfaction as his finger entered your core. You arched your back at the sensation as his finger motioned a “come here,” movement in your aching core.

“You have to tell me when you’re almost there, okay pebble? Don’t keep it from me or else, I’ll have to punish you for lying.” He whispered against your ear.

He slowly inserted his pointer finger, joining into the small movement. Your breathing became erratic, your hips moving slowly against the rhythm of his fingers, supplying more friction.

“Tell me baby, are you gonna come?” he asked once again.

You protested, shaking your head. You knew what he would do if you said yes and you weren’t ready for his fingers to stop their sweet movements.

“Are you lying to me?” He growled into your ear and you shook your head again.

“Bad pebble.” Your climax was cut short, both of his hands escaped your heat.

“Suck.” His wet fingers were pushed onto your tongue, surprising you. You sucked and lapped around his fingers.

His free hand reached to the first toy. He took out his fingers and replaced it with the toy, the cold, velvet silicone making you flinch slightly but you welcomed it. Kiri pulled it out slowly, earning a small “pop.”

He pressed it down slowly onto your entrance, keeping an arm pressed against your stomach to keep you from bucking your hips. He would drag out your first climax as long as he could.

The tip of the lilac butterfly vibrator disappeared into your entrance, butterfly design was flush against your heat. Your clit was pinched between the small antennae designed for clitoral stimulation.

He let you sit with the vibrator in, not yet turning it on. Finally, when your breathing leveled, he clicked it on with the small remote.

One hand kept the vibrator secure to your core, as the other cupped your jaw.

“You like that?”

“You like that vibrator in you?“

“Yeah, you deserve it baby.” He spoke in between breaths, his breathing mimicked yours. Not one word left your lips, only moans and cries out for him.

“Don’t come yet, baby.” He struggled to keep you down, your hips jerking forcefully.

“I have to.” You cried out, instantly regretting it when the hand that was securing the vibrator, moved the vibrator out.

Your cunt was visibly throbbing, involuntary hip jerks following

“I love that heartbeat.” He whispered, leaving a kiss to your temple.

He grabbed one of your hand and guided your fingers to reach down your wet cunt, gathering moisture on them and bringing them to his lips this time.

“You taste so good.” He hummed. Your hand wrapped back around his bicep as it has been. You were sure his biceps were probably red and sore from you clawing and squeezing around them.

Kiri grabbed the next toy, positioned it onto your clit and clicked it on, shocking you once more, making your moan out loudly.

“You come when I tell you to come.” He demanded.

He positioned to fingers to your entrance, just barely entering your core. His fingers felt as they were being sucked into your folds.

The heavy vibration and the sensation of his fingers rubbing up on your cunt were too much, you could felt the familiar coil in your stomach. Your climax was nearing and you needed it this time.

“Please, let me come.” You begged.

“You can come, but you have to look at me when you do.” Your hand immediately reached up to your blind fold, peeling it off and sending it flying across the room.

You tilted your head and met his eyes. His cheeks and lips were flushed, his red hair stuck to parts of his sweat covered forehead. His chest tightened behind you, as did his biceps.

“Come for me.”

“Come on these fingers, baby.” Kiri kept his eyes on yours. Your stomach tightened once more, your back arched and your hips moved against his fingers, that were flushed against your core, making the same motion as before. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him as you rode out your orgasm, but you failed as they rolled back.

The vibration stopped, his finger gently pulled out of your cunt and the rhythm of your hips slowly stopped. Your stomach felt hot, your breathing slowed. Your eyes fluttering open, Kiri was still staring at you.

“You look so beautiful when you come.” He kissed your temple.

After you both calmed your breathing, he undid your ties and cleaned you up. You fell asleep that night wrapped in his arms.

#gamer!kiri #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x y/n #ejirou x reader #kirishima smut #bnha smut #bnha kirishima

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bailey-reaper · 3 years

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Do a drabble on Barok’s and his s/o wedding day and night.

The Ring of Truth

Notes: Hmmm! This is another of those scenarios that would no doubt differ depending on S/O's gender and, possibly, their standing in society. I'm going to proceed on the assumption that the wedding is a private affair that is conducted in a rather unconventional manner.

Also, sorry anon, I didn't end up writing about the wedding night – perhaps another time!

In this instance, S/O is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). Barok refers to them using petnames.

Content Warnings: fluff, marriage, Herlock Sholmes

"You know," Herlock Sholmes began, causing Barok to surreptitiously roll his eyes, "It just so happens that I'm a recognised member of the clergy!"

That one caused a small ripple of shock at the table, "Are you really?" Barok replied dryly, because no doubt this was going to form part of a 'witty' (and lengthy) anecdote that would drone on and on until the teller forgot what he was talking about and changed to some other inane subject.

"Yes, indeed," Sholmes said, taking a brief puff on his pipe, "I was ordained into the priesthood as thanks for my swift, discreet solving of a little matter that was upsetting Vatican City..."

"Oh Mr. Sholmes you simply must tell us more!" Susato chimed in, clasping her hands together in delight.

"Why I'd love to, my dear madam."

"Yes," Barok muttered, "There's nothing you love more than the sound of your own voice..."

"Rather a rude quip, Mr. Reaper, and from a lawyer no less!"

"At least when I talk it holds some relevance to it."

"Hmmm, I suspect what I say here will hold relevance some day down the line..."

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And, much to Barok's disbelief, Sholme's words held true when he found himself in need of someone to officiate a ceremony between him and his beloved. He'd abandoned his faith a long while ago, when Klint died, and he did not care to rejoin a flock again.

While his beloved had never been much for faith and was similarly without a Parish Church to call theirs. In such circumstances, Barok had finally cast his mind back to the irksome detective's declaration to the effect that he was a 'member of the clergy'.

Any ceremony they conducted would be unofficial, of course, given their circumstances, but they were both keen to be married in a symbolic sense. An exchange of rings and words. It was not something Barok had thought he wanted, but a growing part of him had become deeply keen on the idea of a 'wedding' with his beloved.

So, much to his chagrin, he found himself calling at 211B Baker Street to speak to Sholmes.

"My dear man!" Sholmes exclaimed excitedly, "A wedding is a truly auspicious affair, and the wedding of a Reaper must be doubly so in some realm or another!"

Barok peered at the detective, lips drawn into a thin line, "Answer the question, man, will you officiate or not?"

"Nothing would delight me more! Now, might I suggest the perfect venue?"

". . . . You may suggest what you like, but I remain at liberty to reject your request on account of it no doubt being utterly ridiculous."

"Come now, Mr. Reaper, I'm not about to suggest you be wed in a hot air balloon or something of that nature! Though, come to think of it, that would be quite a thrilling way in which to 'tie the knot' haha!"

". . . . I'm starting to lose my patience, Sholmes..."

"Running out of wine, are we?"

"That's neither here nor there," Barok observed, taking a sip of wine, "Though it does mean that casting this hallowed chalice at your head would be a more worthwhile use for it..."

"Yes, yes, no doubt you've the right of it, sir!" it seemed nothing could affect the detective's mood when his spirits were high, not even the threat of violence from the Reaper himself, "Anyway, as I was saying: I think a ceremony, right here, in Baker Street, would be perfect. There can be no more romantic venue than the living quarters of the greatest and most famous detective of all time! And the pleasure can be yours, my good fellow, for the nominal fee of one hundred shillings!"

A long silence drew out between the two men: Herlock stood over his guest, leaning in, with a smile on his face and hands out in fanfare while Barok stared at his host, unblinking, before finishing what remained in his chalice.

"No," he finally and bluntly replied, "I have a perfectly attractive ancestral home that can serve as a venue. Naturally, I will permit you the use of one of the cottages within the estate, and you may remain for a spell afterward on holiday if you so wish... but I won't be renting your... eccentric premises. I cannot think of a more chaotic and unappealing place to host a wedding."

Sholmes sighed, "Ah... it must be quite a challenge to be so perpetually dour! Still, I admire your tenacity Mr. Reaper!"

"... Thank you, it comes naturally."

"Well, it is settled, give me a date and time and I shall be there posthaste to wed you and your sweetheart in holy matrimony? Unholy matrimony? Oh but wait... what on earth will happen when you reach the 'til death do us part' section of the vows? Being a reaper and all!" Sholmes laughed with delight as he contemplated the absurdity of a reaper being wed.

"I'll see myself out," Barok said, leaving the detective to his amusement.

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A few months later, the date of the wedding arrived.

In somewhat unconventional fashion, Barok had selected his lawyerly nemesis, Ryūnosuke Naruhodō, to be his best man. The gesture was not lost on the young man, who took to it with his usual furtive vigour.

"Would you stop looking around like with quite such a terrified look in your eyes?" the groom said, glaring at the best man as he stood there trembling, "Anyone would think it was you getting married."

"Well... uh... yes I... um, sorry," Ryūnosuke eventually managed, "... I suppose I'm still a little surprised that you would ask me, of all people, to be your best man... not least of all given that I have no idea how British wedding ceremonies work."

"Well, happily for you this is far from a conventional one," Barok replied, "Who knows what will go wrong with that idiot detective in charge of proceedings..." it was strangely freeing, however, to know that nothing hinged on this. There were no expectant aristocrats, waiting for anything to go wrong so that they could then gossip about it for years to come; nor extended relatives to have to placate. The intimacy of the ceremony meant that the only thing Barok cared about was his beloved enjoying their day, which was a good concern to have.

"And as for choosing you to be my best man," he continued, "I think you've earned at least that much... Were it not for you, I'd no doubt be dead or transported by now."

It was still sobering to think that he'd almost been convicted of murder...

"... I'm sure you would have managed your own defence, but, I'm glad that we could all reach the truth."

"Yes..." it had been deeply cathartic in its way, perhaps just a touch more so than it had been soul shattering. If not for Ryūnosuke's impressive defence and his beloved's support, Barok was unsure what sort of a mess he would have become post-trial.

The ordeal had only cemented in his mind that this person was the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life – however long that might be. He paused as he looked down at the Prosecutor's badge he'd affixed to his suit; Klint's badge. His fingers grazed the finely enameled surface. The fact that his older brother was not here to see him wed was a tragic one, but, he had come to the conclusion that he needed to move forward rather than perpetually looking back.

No doubt Klint would want him to enjoy his day, so he ought to honour that wish.

"Uh... Lord van Zieks?" he realised Ryūnosuke was speaking.

"... You may call me Barok, Mr. Naruhodō."

"Oh... uh..." clearly that had startled him, "In... that case, please call me 'Ryūnosuke'."

"... Very well. What is it, Ryūnosuke?"

"It's time for the ceremony."

Barok took a deep breath and nodded, "... Let's go, then," it had been a long while since he felt the flutter of nerves quite like this; in fact, it reminded him of the first time he stood in a court during his studies for a mock trial full of nervous energy.

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To his credit, Sholmes was surprisingly focused and capable in his capacity as an officiator. Barok had to give him credit for that. The proceedings were conducted with an air of sobering warmth and not even a snicker at the 'til death do you part' section. Even the exchange of rings went off without a hitch.

It was all going so well, until––

"I now pronounce you Reaper and Spouse, you may now kiss the demigod."

Barok shot a fierce glare at Sholmes, but was quickly and completely distracted by his beloved's arms around him and their lips on his. He had to lift them up so that they could reach his mouth, but that was easily and readily achieved.

Finally they parted, Barok looking at his love in a delighted stupour, "... Well," he murmured after a few moments pause, "It seems we're now wed..."

"Yes," they replied, with a beaming smile and tears rolling down their cheeks, "And I couldn't be happier..."

It took him a moment to realise that his own eyes were glassy with tears as he looked down at his delighted love; his spouse, "Nor I... You have brought such light into my life, my beloved... it may sound trite, but it's true."

"I love you, Barok," they held him close while he returned the hold in kind; everything else melting into the background as he focused on the love of his life.

"I love you too..."

#barok van zieks #request #Barok x Ors #herlock sholmes #fluff

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helaintoloki · 4 years

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#1 in the 50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You” with Five from TUA?

a/n: everyone say thank you to claire for helping me come up with this

taken from this prompt list

It’s been a really long time since you last had the chance to unwind and relax without having to worry about schoolwork, your parents’ impending and probably inevitable divorce, or any other shit that was important enough to eat away at your time. Now that it’s Friday you plan to catch up on all the good comic books you haven’t had the chance to read yet and finally pick up the novel that’s been collecting dust in the corner of your room. It’s a simple way to spend the evening and start your weekend, but lately simple has become a constant though appreciated comfort in your life.

After putting on your favorite vinyl record and setting up your reading spot (the ledge of your window) with snacks and the comfiest pillows you have, you take your stack of comics off the shelf and carry them over to get situated. However, the flash of blue light and the sudden presence of your pleasantly annoying friend in your room startles you into dropping the whole stack, and you watch defeated as the carefully plastic sealed books go fluttering down onto the carpet beneath you.

“He said no again,” Five scowls as he immediately begins to pace around your room, prompting you to sigh as you begin to pick up the mess. So much for a quiet Friday evening.

“Hello Five,” you greet calmly whilst returning your comic books back onto their respective shelves.

“He thinks I’m not ready,” he nearly snarls, looking to you like a man deranged with wild eyes and unruly hair. He’s too upset to notice the fact that one of his shirt tails is untucked from his uniform and his tie is crooked, and for his sake you don’t bother to mention it; it’ll just tick him off more.

“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking,” you reply in a neutral tone, but the sarcasm is there and Five lets out an annoyed sigh in response. He knows he’s being rude, but he’s too angry for pleasantries at the moment.

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly, subduing his anger for a moment so that he can acknowledge you, “but this is complete bullshit! I know what I’m doing and I know I’m ready to time travel!”

“Five, why don’t you just stop and take a breath, you’re going to wear a hole in my carpet and then I won’t be able to buy another one because that was the last one they had in the store,” you complain, and this earns you a glare in response.

“If he’d just let me time travel I could go back and buy you a thousand of those tacky carpets!” Five exclaims.

“Oh, boy,” you sigh, and you know if you don’t do something soon Five is just going to combust right in the middle of your room and that won’t be any good. He’s trembling with rage like a feral little chihuahua, and you honestly half expect him to start foaming at the mouth.

“Five,” you call to get his attention, taking his shaking hands in your own and giving them a tight squeeze. The physical contact stops him in his tracks, his brows furrowing slight and shoulders rising up in slight apprehension. His first instinct is to pull away and shake you off, but his body is inclined to maintain your touch and so he stays. His trembles and shakes have dwindled significantly, and now he is only slightly sweaty and unhinged. “This is exactly why your old man doesn’t think your ready.”

“Y/n-“

“No, shut up, I’m talking,” you interject, because you know if you don’t assert your dominance in the conversation Five will just talk over you, “you need to take a breath and calm down. You really think you’ll be able to time travel when you’re all riled up like this?”

Five glowers at you and has to refrain from giving your hands an extra tight squeeze, but he knows you’re right and he hates you for it. He should have picked someone less intellectual and practical, but then again he liked when you challenged him. It made things exciting, gave him a rush he never got when conversing with his idiot siblings, and he had to appreciate you for it. You really were a good friend, even if he refused to say so out loud.

“You’re literally the smartest person I know, if anyone’s going to be able to time travel it’s you, so I really don’t think you should rush into it just yet,” you advise. “I know how awful it is to admit when your parents are right, but maybe just this once old Reggie knows what he’s talking about.”

A long sigh leaves Five, and he isn’t sure why the hell he’s still holding hands with you, but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t feel really nice and soothing to his jumbled up nerves. His shaking has stopped completely, and this time he does give your hands the gentlest of squeezes.

“I hate to admit it, but you’re right,” he finally says. “Sorry for ruining your night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you assure with a small smile. “In fact, I’m kind of in the mood for some hot chocolate. Wanna go to Griddy’s?”

“I do,” Five nods with a faint smile before spacial jumping the two of you down to the donut shop. Thank god Five has someone like you to keep him in check, because he knows good and well that you’re often 90% of his impulse control. Your talk will keep him at bay for now, but Five can only wait for so long before he throws all caution to the wind and travels without his father and without you.

He really should have listened to you.

#kinda sucks my five pieces never make it to the tags but whatever #five hargreeves #number five #five hargreeves x reader #number five x reader #five hargreeves imagine #number five imagine #the umbrella academy #tua #tua x reader #request #prompt list

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writebycandlelight · 3 years

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Bread Rolls

Prompt: Reader’s attempted act of kindness goes awry.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Erwin x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluffy, Mild

A/N: It’s been a whole year I think but I’m back for today after seeing some BEAUTIFUL art by @ thisuserisalive on Instagram. I heard people have been thirsting for some Erwin fic so I hope you enjoy this little cute fic.

By the Walls, there was nothing more demoralizing than having the scouts return in their terrible conditions time and time again. As you shoved past an unruly crowd, gathered to shout insults as the scouts returned in single file, you clutched your covered basket filled with warm bread rolls to your chest. Times were tough but you were sure the scouts were in need of something to lift their spirits. Bread was the most common military food but surely freshly baked would bring some comfort. Freshly baked bread was always something people liked. In your humble opinion, there was nothing better.

You scanned for a good spot to approach, unsure of whether you might cause too much of a disruption to the scouts. Your eyes fell on their commander, blonde and blue eyed, you were certain he’d look handsomer with his head held high. Perhaps a bread roll might make him smile a little. Determined to put a smile on at least one scout, you slowly pushed to the front of the crowds. You were just in range to approach when you tipped forward, jostled harshly into the incoming scouts. Your startle cry was interrupted by your face slamming into something hard and metallic. Your head throbbed with pain as your vision began to cloud. A startled voice came and went. Blue eyes stared at you. Two pairs, no, just one pair. So shimmery, they danced as the edges of your vision turned black.

Sunlight peeked through your lashes as you blinked awake. Groggily, you looked around. Nothing was remotely familiar. Where were you? What happened? Weren’t you just at the city gates? Blinking in recognition you looked around frantically. Your bread! You were supposed to give the Scouts some bread rolls!

“Bread rolls-” you said aloud. Startled, your hand reached for your throat. How was your voice so dry and hoarse? Looking around, you spotted a table to your left, and lo and behold, a pitcher of water!

You glanced around the room, taking in its neat and pristine appearance as you slowly made yourself stand. For a moment you felt your body sway, but reaching out you took a few unsteady steps to the table and steadied yourself upon it.

Your hands grabbed greedily at the cup and poured, downing the water in moments.

“You should have called for someone to assist you,” a deep voice said from the door.

You nearly dropped the cup as the man you knew to be commander entered the room.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said gently. “Are you feeling better?”

You raised the glass with a small smile, “A bit yes. The water helped.”

“Good, good. Please, sit. You should be resting,” the commander urged and motioned to the bed. You glanced at it and then back at him. He made the motion again and you slipped back onto the bed, cup in hand.

“I am Commander Erwin Smith,” he smiled, and then with a sheepish chuckle added, “I feel I owe you an apology. It was my ODM gear that you hit.”

You felt your face flush, he may not be able to see it, but your face felt as hot as the furnace you baked those rolls in!

“O-oh! Oh no, no! You don’t have to. If anything the idiot that shoved me owes me an apology. Not you...sir-” you stuttered, feebly tacking on ‘sir’ at the end. Despite using the word every day with customers and garrison soldiers, it felt strange to use it on such a man. His whole demeanor commanded a level of authority and respect that made your heart thud. Nerves? Most probably.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll be able to find them,” Erwin said with a sort of frown, or perhaps you thought, a rather neutral expression for his face.

“Either way, I hope that it is alright that we brought you here. The Scouts headquarters,” Erwin continued, “We have a fine doctor that said you should feel alright within a few days.”

“I guess I hit my head pretty hard,” you murmured, touching your forehead. Your fingers flinched when they touched the bandage around your head.

“Thank you for all this,” you murmured bringing your hand back to the cup, “I’m so sorry for all the trouble. I was just trying to bring out some hot bread rolls to your soldiers. I thought it might help boost morale a little. I hate when those crowds go out and bother you all. They have no idea what you all go through no doubt. I mean, you’re all so brave!”

Your eyes shone in a way that made Erwin pause, he hadn’t seen such a look in ages. Not since he first became commander.

His staring at you, with a look you couldn’t quite place, made you realize you were staring right back. You felt the heat to your face return and you glanced down at your cup.

“Thank you. That is very kind of you to say. However, have your bread,” Erwin said, “Captain Levi saw it fall from your arms and we brought it here. It is untouched-” “Untouched!” you exclaimed in exasperation. “Well I hope they like cold bread rolls. By the Walls! All that work to ensure they were warm and oh so lightly buttered and I still only get you cold rolls.”

Erwin chuckled at your sudden change of mood, “They may still be warm. You’ve only been here for about an hour. You did a wonderful job in wrapping them in that basket. I do believe only one fell out.”

“Only one. I guess I’ll take that one,” you joked awkwardly and felt your face flush again. What were you doing?! What kind of dumb joke was that? By the Walls, why were you telling them to the commander of the Scouts!?

Erwin laughed, deeply, he would have taken more time to be surprised if he hadn’t found your demeanor so endearing. For the briefest of moments, he felt wildly afraid by the sound he made, laughter. How long had it been since he’d laughed?

Your eyes widened as his features broke into laughter, the complete opposite of how it had looked like not so long ago. He really was handsome when he smiled like that.

It was gone in a moment though and he looked at you calmly. The silence was short and you stared at one another, but it was enough for you to want to stop it. You’d die if those water blue eyes stared at you like that for another second!

“If you would like to, you can tell the soldiers. To eat the rolls I mean, not that I’ll eat that one roll. The bread rolls, they’re for them of course. And for you! As you know..” you bumbled and had to actively force yourself to smile as your body fought to hunch over and bury your face in your hands in sheer embarrassment. You couldn’t even speak right anymore. Walls you hoped he thought it was because of your head injury.

Erwin felt himself smile, she was surprisingly shy and outspoken at the same time. It was refreshing and charming. He shook his head to focus for a moment and then stood.

“I’ll go tell them, if that’s what you’d like. I’ll have someone bring you something to eat and more water,” he said.

You nodded and watched him go. His shoulders were so much wider now that you saw them from behind. You watched mesmerized until he turned around. You almost squeaked, averting your eyes. You could NOT be caught staring.

“I’m going to apologize again. I didn’t ask your name,” Erwin said shaking his head, a disappointment to himself really.

“Oh, that. I’m (Y/N), it was nice to meet you Commander Smith” you replied, your heart beating a mile a minute from the startle he’d given you seconds ago.

“(Y/N),” Erwin said with a furrowed brow, “Stay resting,” then turned and left.

You sank into the bed and threw an arm over your face. You’d made a fool of yourself hadn’t you? Of all the people you could have talked to, it had to be the commander of the Scouts himself. Well it’s not like you knew meeting him would make you a whole fool, you thought bitterly. You settled into the bed at last and closed your eyes. Better not to think about it.

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When you awoke the sun had set considerably. You rubbed your eyes and with a glance remembered where you were. You sighed and turned your head to the table. Your brows lifted in surprise and you sat up. Swinging your legs over the bed, you shuffled toward the table that now had water, soup, and a bread roll on a tray.

Taking a seat at the chair Erwin had used, you lifted the bread roll. It was one of yours. You had a distinct pan mark on your bread that made it easy to recognize. You pinched the bread and it tore softly, with an ever so slight shimmer to your fingers as the drop of butter at it’s top. It wasn’t warm but you were surprised at how soft they still were. Good on you. You were about to give yourself a pat on the back when you noticed a folded paper just beside the bread roll. You flicked the white note open and blinked at it dumbly before laughing aloud.

From the room next door, Erwin sat at his desk and lifted his head at the sound of your laughter. He looked to the far wall and smiled. You’d found the note. He felt rather proud and yet silly for having left it. He felt like he had as a young scout. Writing the note has been a very strange thing for him to do but he found himself writing it anyway. He didn’t think the note was particularly funny, but your laugh was worth it.

In your room you moved the note to stay unfolded on the tray, glancing at it as you ate. The neat block letters made you smile as you reread it out loud, “I can promise this is not the fallen bread roll.” Unaware, you and Erwin shared the same smile at the same silly note, and somewhere, a little pang of joy beat in both of you.

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This prompt from the Music Prompt List wouldn’t leave me alone, so have Geralt being awkwardly kind of fluffy. <3

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Does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Geralt doesn’t. It doesn’t happen like the ballads say, with flowers, and sonnets, and grand gestures. It happens in the in between, the quiet moments that Jaskier’s songs never touch on. Love creeps like a vine on a building, sneaking in and sprawling out so slowly that by the time it covers the wall, you can’t remember a time before it was there anymore.

It starts, at least, in things that make sense. It’s a lopsided little smile Jaskier gifts him with when he catches Geralt listening to him play. It’s the soft hum on the other side of the campfire one night when Jaskier knows Geralt can’t sleep. It’s warm hands patching up Geralt’s torn shoulder with a tenderness he doesn’t really require.

But then the feeling strays so unfairly, into the ridiculous and sometimes thoroughly obnoxious. It’s Jaskier looking hopelessly disheveled, his hair sticking up in strange directions from a hand absently run through it, a splotch of ink on his cheek where he tapped his quill against it, deep in thought. It’s listening to him complain off and on for two miles because he can’t think of a rhyme for bloedzuiger. It’s coming back late from a contract to find Jaskier has fallen asleep curled up in the entirety of the bedding in their room. These aren’t precisely lovable things. They’re messy, irritating even. And yet. And yet. And yet...

For so long, Geralt does not think they are things he loves. They’re just things that are, like the din of conversation at an inn. They’re the suggestion of something distant in a painting, smudges devoid of details that exist all the same.

***

Much like affection, winter sort of ambushes Geralt. Rich green foliage goes red and gold until all the world is ablaze. It’s beautiful in the way that these fleeting moments so often are, a riot of color that withers away even more abruptly than it arrived. There’s a chill in the air that promises snow will soon cover the dead leaves crunching under their feet, a sign Geralt can no longer ignore.

It doesn’t matter. They flit in and out of each other’s lives all the time, and already Jaskier has traveled with him almost nonstop since the spring. Geralt most certainly doesn’t need the company. To go their separate ways is as reasonable in this moment as it has been every other time they’ve done it over the last decade. Somehow this time it leaves Geralt feeling inexplicably hollow.

Geralt has always been at home with silence. It’s a quality that lends itself well to the life of a witcher, this ability to find peace instead of loneliness in the quiet of his own company. But they spend that night in their room’s single bed and Geralt lies awake wondering when the warm press of Jaskier’s face tucked against his neck became such a welcome thing, when his fingers tangling in the bard’s hair got to be so instinctive. When did Jaskier get to be so wrapped up in his life as to leave Geralt dreading the absence?

None of that chases away the sunrise, or the silence that promises to follow in its wake. They break apart the way they always do when their plans take them in different directions. Could be a week, a month, a year even. They’ve done it a hundred times, and they do not belong to one another, so Geralt doesn’t know what to make of the unexpected urge to look back.

He lets the Path carry him away as it always does, and it’s fine, really. A day passes, and then another, and a third. At this pace he’ll easily reach Kaer Morhen before the snow really starts in. It’s fine, as it should be… except when it’s not.

There’s no familiar face smiling at him from the other side of their fire. There’s no strumming of lute strings. There’s no endless, exhausting conversation. What he’s faced with now is everything his life was ordained to be, everything Geralt has been used to for decades, and yet this time it feels all wrong.

Maybe he’s always been lonely, but it’s the first time Geralt recognizes the feeling for what it is. Loneliness is a stone’s throw away from grief, and this is grieving in some strange, subdued way. It’s a hole in the shape of another person’s life and for a strange, fleeting second, he lets himself wonder if he ought to have gone to Oxenfurt with Jaskier.

That’s an absurd thought. He always goes to Kaer Morhen and Jaskier nearly always goes to Oxenfurt, and they’ve never broached the idea of any alternative arrangement. It’s only a few months, probably. Maybe. They always find each other again eventually don’t they?

Geralt sets out for Oxenfurt before the sun comes up.

***

He does not know, Geralt realizes, what Jaskier does in the cold months where they part ways. He knows the bard teaches when he's not entertaining in some court or another, but that's a sorry excuse for an answer. It's as paltry as it would be to sum up Jaskier's life in Geralt's company with the performances he gives in inns along their way. Both of these things are true, but neither of them are whole.

Does he sit in crowded spaces to soak up the atmosphere? Does he luxuriate in having a place that is his own and a roof over his head for a few months? Geralt has no idea, but he wants to.

Oxenfurt turns out to be less straightforward than he had hoped. He tries the college first where a young woman waxes poetic about the bard until Geralt finally manages to interrupt long enough to ask what classroom he’d be in.

“None today, I’m afraid. He’s probably- Oh, you must be the witcher.” The words hold an unexpected warmth. He’s not sure what to make of it, but before Geralt knows it, she’s rattling off Jaskier’s address.

The house is lovely from the outside. A gabled roof sits atop the gray stone exterior, not nearly so ostentatious as Geralt might have expected. It’s also further off the beaten path than he’d anticipated from someone so keen on being the life of the party.

But Geralt doesn’t even get as far as knocking before one of Jaskier’s neighbors spots him, a smartly dressed academic of some sort. “I doubt the professor is home yet.”

It’s so strange to hear anyone call Jaskier that, an uncomfortable reminder that the bard has a whole life beyond the time he spends with Geralt that the witcher doesn’t know about. Likely because it’s never occurred to him to ask, but Geralt finds himself sorely wishing he had now. “Where would I find him?”

“Are you a friend of his?” The man’s eyes narrow a little like he’s waiting for Geralt to slip up and give himself away as a thief or something.

“I’m his…” Geralt sighs. “Yeah.”

“The witcher, then.” The neighbor smiles in that absent, polite way that villagers tend to smile at passersby. It’s not a response that usually applies to him. Geralt has no idea what to make of the shift in demeanor, but the man does point down the road. “There’s an inn down that way. I’d check there this time of day.”

“Right...” It just figures, even in his absence Jaskier manages to be exhausting.

There’s a creak of hinges on Geralt’s left, and the neighbor smiles and waves. “I guess he’s home after all.”

Not entirely exhausting, then. Geralt forces his expression to remain neutral. “Jaskier.”

Jaskier lights up when he meets Geralt’s eye like it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. It’s such a tiny, inconsequential thing, but wonderfully, terribly, the world feels like it’s slid back into its proper place. The warmth that takes up residence behind Geralt’s breastbone is just further confirmation of the ruin he’s courting.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you… don’t you have some witchery thing to run off to? It may shock you to know, but the Kaedwani mountains are that way.” As Jaskier ushers Geralt inside, he points in… well, it’s definitely a direction.

“No.” Geralt shakes his head. What a pair they make, the both of them completely ridiculous.

“No what? And will you please sit down already?” Jaskier clears some of his papers away, as if what’s on the side table has any bearing at all on Geralt’s ability to sit in the armchair beside it.

Too restless to actually sit down, Geralt leans against the doorframe as he takes in Jaskier’s slightly ruffled appearance. There’s no doublet. Just trousers and a chemise rolled up to his elbows. It shouldn’t be so hard to look away, and yet he has to force himself. “The mountains are that way.”

Jaskier follows the length of Geralt’s arm where it’s pointed north. He purses his lips as he turns back to the witcher. “Okay fine. I got a bit turned around, but nevermind that. They are… wherever they are, but you are here. Why?”

Fuck. Geralt had been so focused on the coming back and finding Jaskier, there wasn’t much consideration to what reason he’d give when he got here. What can he possibly say? That it was too quiet without his endless chatter? That Geralt’s world was somehow less for Jaskier’s absence. It’s too vulnerable, so he gruffly replies, “Didn’t think I could beat the snow.”

“I see.” There’s a sweet, uneven quirk to Jaskier’s lips. The minute Geralt meets Jaskier’s eyes he knows he’s been found out to some extent, but Jaskier responds in the least Jaskier-like way he’s ever seen. There’s no gloating, no teasing. Jaskier doesn’t even acknowledge that they both know he’s lying through his teeth. Most strangely of all, he’s quiet. “Well, it snows here too. You’ll probably want to think about taking a break somewhere until the weather clears up.”

Right. He hadn’t quite gotten that far either. On the road together, it’s just a given that they’ll share a room, but that’s quite a bit different from inviting himself into a space that is Jaskier’s. Not willing to admit that he’d sort of hoped to go back to the normalcy of that, Geralt sticks to answering vaguely. “I’m sorted out.”

“Are you? Because I thought you might just stay with me.” He’s seen this a thousand times. Jaskier has a knack for offering things the other person is too proud or afraid to ask for for themselves. It’s just Geralt usually isn’t the one subjected to that particular talent. “Unless I’ve got this all wrong and you didn’t come back because you missed me. Well, no. You could stay with me either way. It’s just that the appeal probably isn’t the same.”

“I could do that.” Geralt replies quickly to the offer while making every effort to sidestep Jaskier’s more dangerous insinuation. It’s kind of Jaskier to tolerate this thing Geralt can’t quite get to settle, but the witcher harbors no illusions that it’s anything more than tolerance. He tries for nonchalant and has no idea if he succeeds, but Jaskier’s lopsided smile suggests that no, he really doesn’t.

“Perfect.” Jaskier offers Geralt a hand. “Let me show you around.”

***

“Well, I guess there’s no backing out now,” Jaskier says as Geralt walks him to class. Well, no. That’s definitely not what this is. It’s just that he had an errand to run, and the college is in the same direction, so not walking together would be weird and awkward.

“What?” Geralt’s brows knit in confusion, and he watches Jaskier try to catch a snowflake on his tongue as if that will somehow give him the answer.

Jaskier smiles at Geralt, a little toothy. It’s the kind that makes Geralt feel pinned like a butterfly to a board. “It’s snowing.”

Oh right. He had said that. He knows Jaskier hadn’t bought the excuse when Geralt turned up, but the bard hasn’t said anything about it since. It was probably foolish to think that meant he’d gotten away with it. There’s nothing he can that won’t give himself away further, so Geralt opts not to say anything at all. That, at least, is normal.

And for a little while, it seems like it works. Jaskier prattles on about the weather and how beautiful Oxenfurt is at night when it’s snowy and the moon is out, and Geralt just immerses himself in the comfort of how normal this is.

At least until it’s not. The silence that falls between them is abrupt, and draws out so long that Geralt looks over at Jaskier. It’s a terrible mistake though, because Jaskier is looking right back, entirely too expectant. “Sooooooooooo. Are we going to talk about this?”

The question is oddly free of dramatics, but it doesn’t make the subject matter any less terrifying. Clinging to whatever balance they’d found since he got here, Geralt insists, “Nothing to talk about.”

“Okay.” For a second, Jaskier is quiet. His expression is thoughtful, teeth dragging enticingly along his bottom lip. “But just… It sort of seems like there is.”

He could maybe leave, say he forgot something at the house. Jaskier would probably even let him go, but they’d both know it for the retreat that it is, so Geralt doubles down. “There isn’t.”

Geralt doesn’t really know when he learned to recognize Jaskier’s ‘you are being exceedingly difficult right now’ face, but he knows the tightness at the corners of the bard’s eyes and the flat line his mouth pulls into. Yet, there’s no mockery or sign of irritation when Jaskier insists on pressing the issue. “Alright, but see there’s this one thing. Here’s what I know about you on account of traveling with you for a decade. You are generally consistent and you have never once in the entire time I’ve known you passed up an opportunity to tell me when I was wrong, or to poke fun.”

Geralt knows exactly where this is going, but arguing such an obvious truth would just bolster Jaskier’s point, he thinks. Silence isn’t really better, but it’s what Geralt sticks to as Jaskier keeps talking.” So, when you don’t tell me I’m wrong to assume you came back because you missed me… It’s hard not to assume that you came back for more than just a roof over your head.”

“What do you want me to say?” Geralt replies irritably, because if this is Jaskier’s idea of softening a rejection, it’s not helping. If he’s lucky, Jaskier will just laugh it off and Geralt will swallow everything back down, and they can move on to something less embarrassing.

“I don’t know.” Jaskier is biting his lip again, and despite the nervous tumult in his stomach, Geralt has never so badly wanted to kiss anyone in his life. “I just want you to say what’s true.”

What’s true. For the first time since they set out, Geralt pays attention to what’s there beside him. Jaskier’s heartbeat has picked up somewhere along the way, and when Geralt looks over, the bard’s cheeks are flushed from more than just the cold.

What’s true is that there are a thousand ways to tell a person you love them. Sometimes it’s a fond smile or a gentle touch or… oh. Geralt swallows and does not look at Jaskier anymore as he says, “Life is… quiet when you’re not in it.”

He knows that self-deprecating laugh he gets from Jaskier and regrets being the one to cause it. “I thought you preferred the quiet.”

“Me too.” It’s hardly more than a whisper. “But it’s not the right kind of quiet.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what that means,” Jaskier says and Geralt sort of hates that he’s the one struggling to say what he means and yet Jaskier is the one being apologetic over it.

“It’s like… fuck. I don’t know. When you think about the woods being quiet, it doesn’t mean silence. You still hear the wind and the birds and all that, but it belongs there, so it’s not noise.” Somehow, this doesn’t feel like what he meant to be saying at all either, but he’s committed to this ill advised analogy, so that’s a thing. “If those things stop, it’s not a good kind of quiet. It just means something’s wrong.”

“Geralt. Are you suggesting my company provides some sort of ambiance to your travels?” Jaskier’s eyes light up with some sort of mischief and Geralt scowls because he can’t decide if he’s being encouraged or teased.

Actually, Geralt supposes that is what he’s suggesting, but it doesn’t feel like a clear enough conveyance of what he means. Geralt might not need words, but Jaskier does. Sometimes ‘I love you’ is digging up the courage to admit, “The world around me feels wrong when you’re not in it.”

“So your solution was to drop the routine you’ve kept to for, actually I don’t even know how long to come back to me?”

“Obviously not. I-” With no small amount of horror, Geralt realizes that’s actually exactly what he’s done. He’s honestly very relieved that it’s still quite early and the streets are still largely empty, because Jaskier stops in the middle of the street and the witcher strongly suspects he’s about to make a very embarrassing scene. “Is that a problem?”

“Why would it be a problem? It’s absurdly romantic. I didn’t even know you were capable of that.” Sure enough, Jaskier is suddenly very close, a hand lifting to cradle Geralt’s cheek. Jaskier doesn’t say anything, but he signals his intent, giving the witcher plenty of time to pull away. As if he possibly could.

Geralt’s throat is suddenly dry, and when he finally manages to say something, it’s quiet. “What are you doing?”

“Well, you came all this way to get back to me.” Jaskier presses his forehead to Geralt’s. “I figured I could meet you partway.”

Geralt isn’t actually sure which of them closes the last couple of inches between his mouth and Jaskier’s. It’s just warm, liking what he imagines coming home would be like. Jaskier’s arms wind around Geralt’s back between his shirt and his cloak, and Geralt’s fingers tangle in Jaskier’s hair, and actually it turns out that he doesn’t care in the slightest if they’re making a scene.

Everything runs a little bit together after that. There is only the solid presence of Jaskier pressed against him and the snow coming down around them in fat, fluffy flakes that are just beginning to stick to the ground. Distantly, he thinks maybe they could just go home. It’s not as if there’s any reason to be out in the cold, except… With a disappointed groan, Geralt mumbles between kisses. “Don’t you have class?”

“Class… oh bollocks.” Jaskier pulls back, flushed and glassy eyed and Geralt wants nothing more than to pull him right back in. But there will be time for that later and the flustered way Jaskier stumbles back and looks around like he’s only just remembered they’re in public is terribly endearing. “Yes, well just… we’ll come back to this.”

Geralt laughs with unexpected ease at Jaskier’s reluctant efforts to get moving again. It’s another minute or two before Geralt remembers the one other thing that keeps crossing his mind. “When I was trying to track you down, people knew who I was.”

Jaskier’s mouth turns up, and it’s clear from the sheepish way he ducks his head that he hears the question Geralt isn’t asking. “You’re not the only one who prefers life when we’re both in it together.”

“You talk about me?” And sure, Jaskier talks about him all the time in songs and stories, but this is different.

Jaskier shrugs like it doesn’t mean anything, but they both know better. “It’s what I get to hold onto, what I get to keep when you’re not here.”

“Well, I’m here now.” Their fingers thread between each other’s and Jaskier hums the song he’s been working on. Geralt allows himself the faintest of smiles. Sometimes, love is choosing to share your existence with someone else and taking unexpected refuge in the background noise.

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