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ohworm-writes · 3 years

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hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

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‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

content below the cut!

you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Hi. It has been a really long time since 3rd life ended. And I have not yet stopped thinking about it. Especially weirdly mundane ideas about it... Right now I'm thinking about how on edge everyone was near the end, and how on that server nobody could sleep the night away and nobody had the gear and security they were used to, so they might have naturally fallen into a system of having a night watchman and taking guard in shifts in the little groups they were in. This could be an idea for the crastle gang or for the Red Army, but I'm just loving the image of somebody staring out over a wall in silence, peaceful friends sleeping by the firelight behind them, never quite knowing if the next person will come to take over or if their shift will be interrupted by violence and chaos...I just like night watchmen a lot really

it's like the calm before the storm, i really like that. where nobody is able to sleep soundly bc they know the endgame is coming but they also want to cherish the last night/s they have together. T_T

...

Martyn sits atop the wall of Dogwarts, watching the landscape carefully for any enemies. In the distance, the lights of the Crastle can be seen. But no movement, and no sign of life can be seen except a faint figure atop the crenellations. Likely someone else keeping watch to protect their allies, just as Martyn is doing here.

Or someone keeping lookout for a readying ambush.

His mind keeps trying to wander but paranoia brings it back to earth. He has to keep watch, no matter how long the night is dragging on. If he doesn’t keep his focus, he may inadvertently let something slip past him, a dangerous something that may hurt or kill his friends. And he can’t let that happen.

He’s already failed to protect one friend recently. He can’t afford to lose another.

His chest twists as he thinks of his fallen friend. He allows his thoughts to drift momentarily, but a moment is all that’s needed.

“Martyn?”

Martyn jerks so sharply that he almost falls off the top of the wall. A hand shoots out and catches his shoulder. “Hey, whoa. Watch out.”

“Sorry.” Martyn clears his throat awkwardly. “Lost in my thoughts. Not great for a lookout, huh?”

Etho sits down on the wall next to Martyn. “Something on your mind?”

“A lot of things.”

As the pause grows longer, Etho says, “Anything you want to talk about?”

Martyn hesitates. “I’d… like to talk about Skizz a bit. I haven’t had a chance to fully process his death.”

Etho nods slowly, letting himself settle back. “Me neither. It all happened so suddenly.”

“It really did. He charged in there and I could hear him yelling and then suddenly… nothing. He just went down so quickly.”

Etho awkwardly pats Martyn on the shoulder. “Do you miss him?”

“I do. Weirdly, I do. And I say “weirdly” because I didn’t expect to really care about anyone except Ren. No offense.”

“None taken.”

Martyn gazes up at the sky as he searches for the right words. “Skizz was a… He was just so full of life, you know? Always chatting away about anything and everything, making jokes, trying to make people laugh. But he really cared about everyone. He took care of us. With the tunnel and giving us all golden apples and sharing his resources and always being so loyal even when his life was being threatened.”

Etho nods again. “Skizzle’s always been full of love for the world and its people. His best trait is his heart.”

“And it got him killed,” murmurs Martyn numbly.

After a moment, Etho glances sideways at him. “May I ask a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“What do you plan to do if you and Ren are the last two standing?”

Martyn considers this for a moment. “I… have plans. But I don’t think it’ll come to that.”

“You don’t?”

“No. We’re outnumbered and outgunned; we’re gonna get slaughtered within a few days.”

“We have our loyalty,” Etho says.

“But they have the numbers and they’re united by their hatred for us,” responds Martyn. “They have a common enemy and they won’t betray each other before we’re taken down. They’re not idiots; they’ll coordinate an attack, set devastating traps, and kill us all. We’ll fight back as best we can, but they’ll take us down. If we’re lucky, they won’t force Ren to watch the three of us get executed in front of him.”

Etho frowns. “That’s a very depressing outlook.”

“It’s the most realistic. If they’re smart, they’ll be planning an ambush right now to take us down while we’re at our weakest.”

The two fall silent, gazing out at the nighttime landscape. Apart from a few mobs wandering around on the other side of the river, everything is still and silent.

“You should get some rest,” Etho says eventually. “I’ll take over the watch.”

Martyn glances back at him. “Are you sure? You’re not due to take over for another hour and a half.”

“I’m sure. You look like you need the rest. No offense.”

Martyn gives a chuckle. “None taken. Thank you.”

He climbs down the ladder and joins his remaining two friends by the fire. After adding a few logs to keep it going, he settles down near Ren, comforted somewhat by the wolfy scent coming from his sleeping king. He gazes up at the sky and pictures the faces of two people: Skizz and Jimmy. Two people he cared about, who are now gone. They were full of life and hope for the future, a better future than the raging war going on outside their respective walls.

Martyn wishes he could carry on that hope.

#3rdlifesmp #3rd life smp #inthelittlewood #etho #rendog #skizzleman #vaunna’s requests

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charliedawn · 3 years

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Imagine Alice coming back to you after being away for a long time

As soon as you are home, you don't notice the shadow standing in your living room as you put your groceries on the table. You still have your earphones on and Alice doesn't want to disturb you. Finally, you look up and freeze on the spot as you see the woman of your dreams, standing there, as beautiful and surreal as you remembered her. You stand there for a few seconds, wondering if you are dreaming ? However, when you see her smile at you and open her arms wide, you don't waste any time before running towards her to embrace her.

" You're here ?! You're really here ?!"

You don't let her answer before kissing her passionately. Oh..How you've missed her tender lips and lovely golden eyes..She reciprocates before taking a step back to look at you with a small smile.

" Yes. I'm here. And I'm never living your side again."

You gently cup her face and she smiles tenderly at you.

" I missed you, my flower.."

You smile happily and nod before guiding her towards the couch so she can tell you everything that happened to her during her absence. You never met the Cullens, but you knew Bella and she usually came to you for advice, as she was the only one who knew about your relationship..

" So, did Edward succeed in staying away from Bella ? I saw her at school today, she looked so sick. She was in an even worse state than me. Are you going to stay ?"

Alice smiles through your questions without interrupting you and leans towards you, as if she is going to tell you a secret.

" Edward was in a very bad state too..He still thinks he can control love. But, he doesn't have the gift to see what is ahead, and I know that it is inevitable. We don't control who we fall in love with. We can just accept it. Those last few months have been a torture for me, and I'm so happy to be back.."

However, you nervously twitch your fingers together and she senses your uneasiness. She sneaks her arms around your neck and whispers.

" What is it ?"

You sigh, of course she would notice..

" I..I know you said it wasn't the time but..I still want to you to give me the bite, and meet your family. We could spend more time together, and I wouldn't be forced to stay hidden."

She frowns and takes a few steps away from you before looking at you with seriousness.

" We already talked about this. It is not time yet.."

You run your hand through your hair frustratingly and ask impatiently.

" Then when ?! I'm tired of waiting, Alice. It's great when you visit and all, but..I want to meet your family and follow you wherever you go. I love you."

Her eyes soften at your last words and she takes your hands in hers gently.

" I love you too. But..it's too soon. You know that Edward and Bella are already a big deal. Do you imagine the shock for my family if they knew that not one, but two Cullens are in love with a human ?"

You know that of course..but it doesn't mean the pain in your chest leaves whenever Alice is away. You take her in your arms and she snuggles against you like a cat.

" If only I wasn't so afraid of what the Volturis would do to us if they knew..I'm not afraid of dying, not really. But, I'm afraid they'll take the person that I care about the most away from me.."

She tenderly strokes your chin and gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before leaning back down.

" There is nothing I cherish more on this earth than you."

You close your eyes and gently run your fingers through her hair, something you came to get used to as it always seem to calm you both. She suddenly stands up and looks at you with a bright smile.

" But, we could go shopping together ?!"

You groan and bury your face in your pillow. You knew she would ask..Goodbye hoodies and normal pants..

" Noooo..You always end up buying me things that I never wear.."

She giggles excitedly before taking you by the arm to make you stand up as well.

" Oh, come on ! The cowboy-hat was cute !"

You roll your eyes playfully before answering her sarcastically.

" Yeah..I especially liked the part with the two very glittery sparkly antennas.."

Alice can't help but laugh at the memory, your shoulders had been covered for a long week afterwards. She still had the hat actually. However, she stares at you with big puppy eyes and you can't help but agree.

" You're a little demon..You know that ?"

She only smiles mischievously before winking at you and dragging you to the car waiting outside.

"~I know."

She replies in a sing-song voice before you both enter the car.

When arrived, you can't hold Alice back as she drags in every single shop she wants. She squeals nearly at each article while showing it to you with stars in her eyes.

" This ! It would look so good on you !"

Don't misunderstand, Alice has incredible taste. She is a fashion queen. But, for some reason, when it concerns you, she can't help but find everything good on you. Absolutely everything..

" Get out!"

" No!"

" Why not?!"

" Because I look ridiculous!"

" Oh come on! I'm sure it's not that b..!"

You suddenly open the door and get out with the t-shirt saying "Sorry can't. My girlfriend said no". She has to stop herself from bursting out laughing while you roll your eyes dramatically.

" See ?! Ridiculous."

You repeat, but she only grabs a t-shirt and goes in a nearby dressing room to get changed as well. When she gets out, she does a superman pose with her fists on her hips and a large proud smile on her face while you read what's written on the t-shirt.

" My boyfriend is a badass.."

She smiles even wider before taking you by the hand to the cashier. This is how you end up wearing those shirts all day, walking hand in hand in the mall. However, suddenly, Alice freezes and you quickly notice that it's because a group of teenagers that are staring straight at you both with frowns on their faces. You quickly understand that they must be in Alice's class. You try to reassure her by squeezing her hand slightly, they would probably ignore you and get on their way..However, you hadn't planned on one of them to actually approach you. A pretty fair-haired girl with very pale skin. She smiles and says hi to Alice that is obviously embarrassed.

" Hi Alice. Who's this ?"

She asks before turning towards you.

" Hi Nina..This is Y/N. A friend."

Okay. That stung. But, you force yourself to swallow your pride and shake the hand of Nina. However, you quickly see the girl's eyes do the math when she notices the t-shirts and your hands, still intertwined.

" So, little Alice found herself a friend then ? How nice.."

The way she tells it makes you think that she doesn't think any of it the things she said. You glare at her, but do not let go of Alice's hand. You even take a brave step forward and look down at the woman.

" Yeah. I'm her friend. And you are ?"

She only chuckles before looking up and down at you with obvious disdain.

" Just a girl that doesn't like the two of you together. Can't you see that she's a freak ?! Come on. Hang out with us instead.."

You ark an eyebrow and almost laugh at the proposition.

" Can't you read ?"

You show the t-shirt with a small smirk.

" My g..friend said no. Now, could you just back off ?"

But the girl stays put and only crosses her arms. You then see her gang circling you and one particularly muscular teen stepping forward to put his hand on her shoulder defensively.

" Everything' alright, babe ?"

He looks at you intentively and decide to hold his gaze. You couldn't fight vampires, but you could still beat a human..or you hoped. You take Alice's hand again and she squeezes yours lightly. She couldn't fight, you knew that. This is why you had to protect her. However, after a few seconds of stare-contest, Nina only smiles, as if satisfied, and only shakes her head negatively.

" Yes, everything's fine. I'll leave you two be."

To your surprise, she smiles genuinely at Alice before saying.

" He's a good guy."

Alice quickly comes back to her usual joyful self once the girl says those words and she then drags you towards the car before you can ask what that was all about. As soon as you're in, you want to ask her if she's okay, but she only jumps in your arms and buries her face in your chest. You are surprised for a moment, but finally wrap your arms around her with a worried frown.

" Hey..Are you okay ?"

She only nods before looking up at you with her bright golden eyes sparkling and a huge excited smile.

" I had a vision..They're going to love you ! I'm ready !"

You let out a sigh of relief before tightening your hold her and letting out a small laugh at the sudden news before asking.

" So..should I wear this shirt for the meeting day ?"

She seems horrified by the proposition and shakes her head vividly.

" Oh no ! In the Cullen family, everyone is fashionably styled ! We'll just have to find you a suit or something and..!"

You kiss her sweetly to stop her from getting too fat in her thoughts and she chuckles before melting into the kiss.

"..Or we can just do that.."

You laugh and kiss her even more until you need air. Suddenly, someone's voice makes itself heard just outside the car.

" Friends, huh ?"

You both look outside and see Nina standing there with a big smile on her face and her phone in hand. Alice gets out of the car and you want to get out as well, but Alice smiles reassuringly at you, assuring you that there is no problem. You can feel the tension. However, you are taken aback when they start smiling at each other. Suddenly, Nina looks straight at you with an eyebrow raised and asks with a certain apprehension.

" So, it's him ? He's the one ?"

You don't understand until Alice nods and turns towards you with a big smile.

" Yeah. He's the one, Rosalie.."

Rosalie ? You don't understand right away, but you manage to connect the dots pretty quickly. Pale face. Golden eyes. Rosalie Cullen..This meant that..You open your eyes wide at the realization and get out to see the rest of the group she was with a couple of feet away.

" Wait..You're the Cullens ?!"

They all seem to be amused by your reaction as you awkwardly try to tame your disheveled hair and hide the t-shirt by zipping your hoodie.

" Nice to meet you all..I thought I would be a bit more prepared but, like that's fine too."

You say politely, trying to hide your embarrassment and some of the members laugh while others only smile understandingly. They each present themselves and you finish by whispering to Alice.

" You could have told me..I thought there were some bad people from your school..You didn't even have any vision, did you ?"

You ask knowingly and she only smiles widely before kiss you on the cheek.

" Nope. I just thought it was the moment..You're right, I've kept you in the dark for too long. I also wanted the reaction of my sisters and brothers before presenting you to my parents.."

You sigh loudly, understanding now why Alice had dragged you away so quickly, before looking at the group and asking with a hopeful smile.

" So, did I pass the test ?"

It's the muscular man that steps forwards and answers you with a wide smile.

" With flying colors, man. You're very cool. I especially liked the part when you stared at me dead in the eyes. I could totally snap your neck but, I admire the courage. I knew at that moment that you would protect Alice with everything you got. We needed to know that you would be willing to protect our baby sister, as human or vampire. So, you pass. It's a yes for us."

You smile when he extends his hand towards you and you chuckle while shaking your head at the mad theatrics.

" Me who thought Alice was exaggerating when she told me that you were pretty intense.."

" Well, better get used to it. Once the Cullen clan approves, you are family."

Rosalie says with a small smile and they all nod in agreement.

" Do you love her ?"

A guy who you think is named Jasper asks while eyeing you suspiciously. You look back at Alice and smile widely, knowing the answer and confidently replying.

" With all my heart."

They all smile and Alice suddenly yells with a fist raised in the air.

" Well, what are we waiting for ?! Carlisle and Esme are waiting for us."

You open your eyes wide as the whole gang seem to kidnap you in their family van.

" W..Wait! I thought I would change first !"

You scream while trying to get out of their grip, but they don't listen to you and Emmett even laughs.

" And miss Carlisle's face when he sees you ?! Ah ! Not a chance !"

Emmett says while pushing you inside. Alice tries to reassure you by giving you a quick chaste kiss on the lips.

" Don't worry..They'll love you. I know it."

Welp, looks like the Cullen family adopted you..Congrats. You passed the test. After such a long wait, it is finally time for your great adventure.

This was a request from @werewolf-himbo. Hope you like it !

#alice cullen x reader #imagine #fanfic #fandoms #twilight

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s11e17 · 3 years

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popping in to say i'm sorry to hear that and also your writing is so, so good. i get chills every time i read your work. got any excerpts or tidbits you'd like to share? anything you're especially proud of in past or current works?

wahh thank you so much anon! <3 <3

right now i'm kind of pleased over this little bit in the big bang fic - dean can't say "i love you" to cas, so instead, he asks him if he's ever been to the grand canyon.

Cas’s mouth tilts up sleepily, would be a smile if half of it wasn’t squashed against the pillow. He’d say it now, if he could, the thing that Cas deserves to hear, the thing Dean has never told anybody in his adult life.

Instead, he asks, “Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon?”

also i started writing this like 15k pwp (the plot is basically that dean and cas keep having sex in dreams, aka put up your dukes but not as good) but i feel like it'll be ages before i actually finish it so here are the first two scenes (mostly under the cut bc its like 1600 words lmao):

The few times Castiel has been put under by a djinn, he hasn’t felt particularly disturbed by it. Dean flinches when djinn are mentioned. Sam is deeply distressed when the possibility of unreality is discussed. But Castiel is not so committed to this distinction as the Winchesters are.

Yes, undoubtedly, there are things that are real, and things that are, well, unreal. He likes the prefix un-. It implies a sense of reversal; undoing. Something is real, and then made fiction. Fiction, of the Latin fingo: to make. To invent. To create.

Things are, or they are not. If they are not, then they’re nothing — unless they’re something, in which case, they are. So on and so forth. This is to say, a djinn dream must be as real as Dean’s smile: both created and natural at once. Nature, creation, it is. I am that I am. We are.

This must surely be why Castiel is satisfied with being, when it comes to his love for Dean. Isn’t it enough to create? To speak, and to therefore move from nothing to something? From unformed feeling to articulated truth, Castiel has heaved himself down to Earth from out of the sun more times than he can remember. Dean is his lodestone, and Castiel dreams of him often. It is enough.

Sam’s the one to ask him, in the end. Castiel supposes that makes sense. Dean’s always aimed his comfort at Castiel’s shoulders and his stomach, offering back pats and warm meals, as if even his hands can’t meet Castiel’s gaze.

Sam invites Castiel out to the roof of the bunker to look at the sunset, while Dean is out buying supplies for his tune-ups from the 24 hour mechanic shop he likes to visit when the usual customers aren’t around. Castiel knows this because Dean once told him, once said that he liked to go when the guys were just “shootin’ the shit,” so to speak, liked to roll up with Baby and have them look her over and tell him he’s done a good job. Castiel knows he likes the camaraderie of it, likes having men touch his shoulders and slap his ass the way men do, the way Castiel does not.

So Castiel and Sam are on the roof. “It’s beautiful,” Castiel says.

“It’s real,” Sam says, as if in reply.

“Yes,” Castiel agrees. “It’s that, too.”

Sam sighs. His cheek twitches, and he looks at Castiel. His body is so big— that’s what Castiel thinks, whenever he looks at Sam Winchester. So much goodness, in that broad and wiry body— how could anyone beat him down? Castiel’s heart clenches with love for his brother, because that’s what Sam is to him. “You know— you know this is real, right?” Sam asks. “You know it’s not— you’re not— you’re not in the djinn— in the dream anymore.”

“I know.” Perhaps it’s some angelic power, which makes Castiel so certain of his place. “I know where I am.”

“Good. That’s good.” Sam sits back in his chair, then. “Do you— do you wanna talk about what you saw?”

It’s kind of Sam to phrase it that way. Dean would’ve asked him directly. He would’ve said, What did you see? And Castiel would’ve had to tell him.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t ask. In any case, Castiel says, “I’m happy to tell you if you’re curious.”

Sam huffs out a laugh. “Damn,” he says, “you’re well-adjusted.”

Castiel smiles, too. “I don’t have much to hide from you, Sam,” he says. And he thinks of Dean, who surely must know— who must feel the weight of Castiel’s desire every day. Dean sees how careful Castiel is. He sees Castiel’s hesitance to touch him, sees Castiel’s eyes shining when Dean makes dinner for him, and knows the depth of Castiel’s feeling. The depth of Castiel’s feeling drives Dean to the 24 hour mechanic shop whose men can give Dean what Castiel can’t.

But Dean comes home to Castiel, too.

“Okay,” Sam says, “sure. If you’re really okay with it, then yeah, I’d— I’d love to know what an angel dreams about.”

Castiel wonders how to say it. “We had a house,” Castiel starts, “me and Dean.”

It was a small house. Castiel remembers that vividly. It was tall enough to feel comfortable, but with only a single floor. Two bedrooms— their room, and a guest room. Roof access. It was the kind of house where you could bump shoulders with someone in the kitchen easily, the kind of house that built intimacy. Castiel remembers Dean standing in the back door with his coffee, face turned up to the sun, as he did every morning. He was so beautiful. He’d had a smile on his face, an easy and gentle smile. He’d taken a sip of his coffee, and said, glad we started shellin’ out for the good stuff, Cas, because he knew Castiel was behind him. After so long together, Dean could trust that Castiel would always want to watch him in the morning sunlight, freckles coming in across the bridge of his nose. Some days, Castiel would kiss his shoulder, and say, You are who I cherish most in my life. Do you know that? and every time, Dean would say, Yes, sweetheart. I know.

“We were so happy,” Castiel whispers. It’s all he can think to say. He looks at the sunset. Dean will come home in an hour with new parts for the ‘58 in the garage and a spring in his step, and Castiel will say, Welcome home, Dean, and Dean will say, Thanks, man. They will sleep in separate rooms. Dean has no need for the kind of love Castiel dreams of. Dean is already as happy as he will ever be. In his own way, in the way Dean has outlined with his words and his body, Dean has delineated what it is that he wants and what it is he finds unnecessary. Castiel is honored to fit almost entirely into what Dean wants. The only thing he wishes is that he could jettison the remains.

“Did you— did you know you were in a dream?”

“The whole time.”

“And you—” Sam cuts himself off. “Jesus. That’s— wow. Did it, uh… I mean, what did you feel?”

Castiel considers the question. “I think a better way to phrase it is that I knew it… I knew it wasn’t material. That what I was experiencing was a construction. But it’s not… that distinction isn’t meaningful to me, the way it likely is to humans.”

“No shit,” Sam barks, too aggressive to be a laugh. Castiel looks at him. He’s hunched over, knee wiggling. “It’s— it’s important to me to— to— to know what’s real. That means something to me. Being certain about what the truth is.”

“I understand.”

“But I can’t know,” Sam says, and he looks at Castiel. Half-chuckling still, he says, “I think about it every day, but I can’t know. And you do know, but you don’t care. How fucked is that?”

Castiel’s mouth twitches, but he isn’t happy. He knows Sam isn’t either. “I wish I could give you my certainty,” he says, and Sam looks away. “All I can say is that you are real. I see you. I sense you, in all ways.”

Sam nods. He breathes, deeply, and asks, “Do you miss it?”

Castiel doesn’t pretend to misunderstand. Does he miss his house with Dean, the warm sunlight through the bay windows, the way Dean’s hands would slide over Castiel’s thighs in the front of the Impala? “No,” he says, because he thinks also of Dean’s bunker kitchen chili, and his unfettered delight at cowboy movies. “No, I don’t think so. Once — you remember, with God — once Dean asked me what about all this was real.”

“Yeah. I had the same question.”

“I told him we are.”

Sam exhales. “Oh.”

“Maybe that’s why it doesn’t matter to me,” Castiel realizes. “I know that Dean and I are real, that our friendship is— is a truth which has shaped our paths, in all ways. Whether it’s a djinn dream or a material place, I know the truth.”

Sam nods, considers it. Eventually, he asks, “What made you wake up?”

“I tried the moment I first realized,” Castiel says. “And again, a few— what I perceived as a few weeks later. That was when you found me. The first time I was too weak to escape on my own, and the djinn captured me again.”

“Shit, Cas,” Sam breathes. “You— you— you did it twice?”

“I’ve killed more often for less,” Castiel says. “Killing myself was easy.”

Sam doesn’t ask. Perhaps they’ve all tallied each other’s body counts. Castiel wonders if Sam keeps a list of all the people Castiel has killed.

Instead, Sam says, “Well. Here’s a— okay. The distinction between dreams and real life doesn’t matter to you. I get that. My question is, is it right to say that the material world has— that it’s primary, I guess?”

It’s interesting, to attempt to apply dialectical materialism to an angel. But perhaps faithful to God’s original purpose. “You’ve seen Heaven,” Castiel says, working it out as he says it. “It’s nothing but memories. Consciousness. You’ve seen Hell, too.”

“Yeah.”

“The only way to describe these places is through metaphor. A hallway. A cage. Ripping, tearing. I think that tells us that Earth is where true creation happens. No matter what Chuck says or does, you create your own destiny. Here.”

“Shit.” Sam shakes his head. The sun has gone down; now, Sam and Castiel are accompanied by twilight mosquitoes, by stars coming in up above. “We make our own choices, huh.”

“We have to.” That’s perhaps what was wrong with the djinn dream, the reason why Castiel couldn’t stay there. It had nothing to do with whether it was real or not. It was about choice. That Dean in that back doorway of that sunlit house must have had no choice — because this Dean, his Dean, would’ve chosen otherwise.

#asks #anon #suicide tw #(fictional suicide to get out of a djinn dream)#agoodsoldier fic

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yemilnisu · 3 years

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Hey hey hey! I heard requests are open! (Also I can't find any rules for requests in your blog so sorry if I'm breaking any of em!) So could I please request for kenma and kageyama with a childhood friend that they slowly fall in love with? Thanks in advance! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ (Have a good trip btw!)

nisu entries:

hey, bub! It’s fine you’re not breaking any but if you still want to read them it’s here! I hope you enjoy this!

I’m currently working on all of you guys’ requests but if you want to send a request, feel free to do so! Anyways, happy holidays!🥰

okay not me casually sneaking in attack on titan because i’m currently rewatching it and the fact that it’s the birthday of humanity’s strongest soldier aka the hottest man on earth aka levi ackerman😌🤚🏻

KENMA AND KAGEYAMA WITH A CHILDHOOD FRIEND THAT THEY SLOWLY FALL IN LOVE WITH

KENMA KOZUME

you and kenma have been friends since grade school

the two of you got partnered up for a project and ever since then the two of you slowly got close

kenma was shocked at first because he never really thought he’d make friends especially with a girl

he thought that the reason he always want to be close to you was because he cherish your friendship that much

like the fact that he’ll teach you how to play the new game he bought once he mastered it

or he’ll always make an extra character that has the same features you have so you guys can play together

and even though he wanted to read the new released manga, he will still wait for you so the two of you can read it together

or when the attack on titan released its fourth season, he waited patiently for you to finish the first three seasons and even rewatched some of them with you before watching the final season because you wanted to watch it with him

he thought all of those things were natural because you guys were friends, not until he noticed how boys from the other class were trying to grab your attention

like they’ll make some stupid excuse just to talk to you and kenma would observe from the side and just look at them like this

he thought what he was feeling was disgust and cringe for those pitiful boys because he knows that they will never get your attention, that they won’t win you using those petty tricks

but he started to doubt his own presumption when he saw you hanging out with the dude that complimented your hair yesterday

like you don’t even laugh that way when you were with him? like is that guy more fun to have around than your childhood best friend? you never looked at kenma the same way you looked at that guy

the way your eyes sparkle and your eyelashes battle with each other as you close your eyes from laughing so much, why does it seems like the world around kenma got slower?

oh shit. do i like my best friend? do i like... y/n?

“y/n... do you like someone?” kenma finally blurted out as the two of you were on your way home. it took him 10 minutes to get over all the thoughts of how terrible this situation might end up, but he can’t help but hope that it might go the other way, the way he wanted it to go.

“hmm, yeah. why’d you asked?” you answered nonchalantly.

“is it the guy from class 3?” he kinda regretted the way that question escaped his mouth. it sounded like he was jealous, not that he wasn’t. he could’ve said it in way he wasn’t guilty of being a tad bit jealous.

“i’m pretty sure i’m not his type, ken,” you chortled. kenma looked at you with so many question running through his mind. “he likes boys,” you answered shortly.

the latter just nodded his head as he thought all the moments you had with the guy. he felt so dumb. how did he not notice it? the way the guy complimented you was a lot more specific than any dude.

“why, ken? don’t tell me you’re jealous,” you joked. when the lad didn’t respond you glance at him. “oh, my gosh. are you, kenma kozume, jealous because i was hanging out with a guy?”

“so what if i am,” he answered bluntly. he didn’t know where he got that sudden bravery but for some weird reason he didn’t regret saying those words when he saw your eyes widen. but was quickly turned into a grin.

“damn, i never thought this day would come. kenma kozume being assertive, i guess that’s a good enough excuse for me to do too, right? you don’t have to be jealous, besides the guy i like have been beside me since grade school,” you announced. you had that meaningful look in your eyes when you and kenma met each other’s glances and he already knew what it meant.

“and do you want him to stay?” let’s just say that the friendship chapter ended right there.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA

you’re oikawa’s little sister so it was natural that you knew kageyama

despite the fact that your older brother hated the setter, you absolutely adored him, in which only added fuel to your brother’s rage towards the poor boy

but when oikawa saw how much you adored kageyama, he didn’t want to ruin your happiness so he’ll try to be nice to kageyama (at least when you’re around)

even though you and kageyama went to a different, the two of you still kept in touch

like hanging out atleast once a week and always texting each other about what the other is doing

as kageyama was on his way to your house he came across oikawa, and oikawa said something about beating the first year before he finally asked what the first year was doing there

kageyama explained that he have been waiting for an hour for y/n in their usual hang out spot

oikawa bursted out laughing, saying that kageyama got stood up and that this is the proof that you really are his sister

kageyama knows that you wouldn’t do that on purpose because he was aware of how much you liked hanging out with him and that would lowkey boost his ego

the first year subquently rolled his eyes and asked if you were at home

in which the latter answered that you left a couple of hours ago saying you were hanging out with your classmate kyo

“i guess you’re not y/n’s favorite anymore,” with that the third year continued his jog with a smug look on his face, purposely leaving his junior with a lot of unanswered questions

kyo? he have never heard that name before, especially from you. we’re you keeping secrets from him? why didn’t you tell him about this guy? even though it was hard for him to open up, he’d tell you all his secret and insecurities then why didn’t you do the same? and did you really replaced him?

kageyama thought that he can’t blame you if you did replace him, due to the fact that the kyo guy goes to the same school you do, means the two of you would see each other often than you would see kageyama

he thought that his time with you in kitagawa daiichi was fun and he would cherish your bond forever but he would like to tell you something first before it ends

the next day karasuno have a practice match against aoba johsai and after the match kageyama saw you walked pass the gym

“y/n!” you heard a familiar voice called out and it was kageyama. he jogged up to you, all sweaty and trying to catch his breath. he stared at the guy beside you and the guy quickly excused himself out of the deathly glare of the setter. “so that was him?” kageyama said, he sounded a bit disappointed.

“huh? what do you mean?” you asked

“nothing. i just wanted to say that i really appreciate our friendship and since it’s about to end anyways i don’t need to worry about it getting ruined by me falling in love with you,” the setter confessed.

you chuckled, “why does it sound like i’m going to die, tobio? you could confess to me and not sound so dramatic you know? seriously, you gotta stop idolizing my brother so much. and who said our friendship is going to end?”

“uh, me..?” he muttered.

“why’d you think that?” you asked softly, you know kageyama even though he have this strong aura, he was still sensitive as a little baby.

“...you didn’t come to our hang out place yesterday,” he silently replied.

“oh, shoot! i’m so sorry, tobio. i forgot that we were supposed to hang out yesterday. i had a group project that needs to be finished as soon as possible. i’m really sorry, it completely slipped out of my mind,” you babbled.

“it’s fine. just let me take you out on a date,” he boldly asked you out. you smirked, you forgot that he could be as sly and courageous when he wished to be.

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teukyo · 3 years

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One Warm Spring — Hamada Asahi

pairing: hamada asahi x reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, very cheesy lol

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this had no business being so long i apologize D: i tend to overwrite whoops.. oh this is also my first fic so i hope you enjoy ! i’m still a bit rusty lol

Spring; after long nights of endless slumber, the Sun creeps up to the earth, its rays planting warm yet gentle kisses. The orb’s cheeks fill up in heat, flowers of endearment blooming, butterflies catching in the atmosphere’s stomach.

The Earth smiling back, showing a bright welcoming smile, and with open arms, tells the sun “good morning”.

The quiet exchange of sweet nothings transferred to the buoyant citizens, as everyone would jump in joy about the newly welcomed season.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

Yet, you often found it a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now.

Empty confessions mimicked to be heartfelt at the spur of the moment, fleeing away just as quick as the cherry blossoms came and went. You just never understood it.

Snap!

“Y/N~~ the cherry blossoms are coming soon,” your friend, Jihoon sang into your ear, “And you’re out dozing off into dreamland, are you perhaps thinking about participating in the blossoming of love this year?”

You lightly shoved him away, giving him a glare. Jihoon was always jumping around during this time of the season because he never failed to have a crowd lining up to confess him; his ego flying as high as the newly born butterflies.

“Haha, very funny.” You deadpanned, leaving him behind to go to the cafeteria.

“Hey, you get the drinks and i’ll get the food!” Jihoon shouted, you simply responding with an ‘okay’ symbol with your hand.

Because this was a routine everyday, you had your exact footsteps to the vending machine engraved in your head.

‘11:43—by now everyone should have already gotten their drinks’

‘1, 2, 3, 4.. don’t trip over the crack.. 5, 6, 7—’ beep!

That beep.. wasn’t part of your procedure.

You looked up, your eyes landing on an unfamiliar figure in front of your destination.

Focusing your vision on him, he was made out to be a raven haired boy, his posture slightly hunched over focusing on the number combination assigned to each drink.

His dainty fingers lightly pressing the right combo, pressing each digit carefully like his joints were made of glass

Shoving the crumpled up $5 bill into the slot, his eyebrows furrowing when the machine rejected it

5-5-6-2— banana milk?

You hadn’t realized you’ve been staring at him the entire time until he started walking away, a banana milk in his hand, accidentally brushing past you.

“Ah, sorry” he simply muttered under his breath before continuing on his path. His voice, a deep contrast to the season; hearing his hushed voice chilling you like a midwinter night. His entire presence stood out, almost like a wilted flower amongst the blossoming ones. Yet here you are, warm as ever, feeling the sun pressing warm gentle kisses on the place his fingertips brushed yours.

—

“Y/N? banana milk? you seem to be switching it up today” Jihoon said when you set your drinks down on the table.

“Ah.. i just — maybe i needed a change for the season” you simply responded because, you too, didn’t know why you had a banana milk in front of you instead of your usual chocolate milk.

Throwing your half empty banana milk carton to the trash after lunch, you heard a voice peer behind you.

“Oh! you drink banana milk too! it’s my favorite!” a student you knew the name by Jaehyuk vocalized. You snuck a peek back at the banana milk slowly spilling out of the tiny straw, smiling back at Jaehyuk looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Ah— this is actually my first time trying it! And it’s.. good!” you returned, attention on Jaehyuk until you see a much smaller figure peer behind him, a chocolate milk in hand.

“Of course it’s good! don’t buy too much of it though— don’t need it going out of stock on me! cmon Asahi”

Asahi. Asahi is his name.

You took one last quick glance at him, watching him throw the empty chocolate milk carton in the bin.

“Yeah.. The banana milk was too sweet for me anyway.”

—

Squatting down to touch the freshly grown flowers outside the school yard, you had recalled the times of your youth as a child running so eagerly to the same flowers in your hand right now.

Gazing at the pretty pink petals in awe as you wiping the morning dew slightly so it can slide off the petals, dripping to the ground.

Running back into your home, crying for a bandaid because you accidentally poked your hand with one of the thorns on accident.

Such simple yet vivid times you remember that made you cherish life a little more.

“Y/N? what are you doing here— our last class is gonna start soon” you heard your classmate Hyunsuk call. you spotting an ever so familiar figure behind him.

Small yet vivid moments.. how does this remind you of—

“Y/N what are you doing cmon!”

—

After school, you sneakily slid into the art classroom after realizing you left your phone in there. Checking the clock, you had 15 minutes before art club would commence, assuming you had 5 minutes to find your phone before members of the club would start arriving.

You observed the colorful classroom with the array of paintings laying on the drying rack, the paint brushes laying on the counter to dry, the sink covered in copious amounts of colors with its original silver color peeking through. The room gave off the feel of an elementary school art classroom. You guess the term “art is timeless” applies to the setting art is made in too.

“Ah there it is!” you whispered to yourself, snatching it off of the teacher’s desk. The sound of the door sliding open shocked you, ducking down under the table out of instinct.

‘Crap—how do i get out of here’ you thought before hearing a tiny tap on the desk.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

“Uhm.. are you okay?” you looked up, seeing him.

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

“Oh sorry! I just- I forgot my phone during class so I just came in here to grab it..” you trailed off, quickly getting out of your ducked position and brushing the dust off of you.

You just never understood it.

“I should get going since art club is starting soon” you mustered. Before you could open the door you heard him speak.

“Are you looking to join the art club by any chance?” he said. You looked back at him, unable to scramble words together.

‘Just say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes say-‘

—

You handed out the application form to the leader of the art club, Yoshinori was it?

“Thank you thank you! You can join us for today to see the gist of what goes on” he said while giving you a smile that can easily flutter the hearts of others.

You looked at the room around you seeing Asahi and Jaehyuk, and a freshman that went by Haruto.

To be honest, why did you apply? Your experiences in art were little to none and your current piece you were working on in class was a “dog”— at least that’s what you called it.

“There should be one more person arriving and then we can start” Yoshinori said whilst you and him took a seat.

You stared at Asahi across from you who was absent mindedly looking down at the table, fiddling with his fingers.

‘Cute’ you thought before getting interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“oh! Y/N what brings you here?” you looked behind you to see Jihoon at the entrance, giving Yoshinori a polite smile.

“I think i should be asking what are YOU doing here,” you retorted, knowing very well that both you and him had the same level of art skill, “and I just joined because i’ve been interested in art.”

“Sure—“ Jihoon scoffed, “Asahi told me about this today so i decided to join—“

‘Asahi. How does he know Jihoon?’

“And you’re not even listening to me!” he exclaimed, ruffling your hair roughly, you lightly punching him in the gut in return.

After the commotion died down, everyone went in session, drawing on a piece of paper whatever went into mind. It definitely meditated your mind but it wasn’t appealing— visually.

The room was filled with small chatter, Jihoon’s voice overbearing everyone else’s.

“Your doodles are very cute” you heard him softly speak. You looked up at his paper, your eyes widening at the sheer talent that bestowed upon your eyes.

“You’re a funny jokester” you simply replied, looking at your own paper with a tight lipped smile. You heard him stifle a laugh, warmth flooding throughout your veins.

“It’s amusing to look at— i like the dog” he said, pointing at one of the drawings.

“It’s supposed to be a zebra >:(“ you looked up at him, trying to contain his laughter before calming himself down and continuing to draw on his paper.

“Well it’s fine because art club isn’t necessarily based on skill. i mean, if we have Jaehyuk in here then that says something” he responded pointing at Jaehyuk’s paper. You couldn’t quite comprehend what he was drawing— a person playing baseball??

“It’s a frog by the way”

“HUH?!”

—

You hadn’t realized how late art club ended, but when you walked out of school, you saw the once blue sky turned into an orange hue indicating the late time.

“We hope to see you again Y/N” Yoshinori said. You nodded and hummed in response before taking your leave with Jihoon.

You took one last glimpse of Asahi, sticking out amongst the orange sky. The sun was setting yet— looking at him gave you the exact warmth you would feel on a midsummer day. You watched his mouth slowly bloom into a smile when made eye contact. You think in your mind that spring has never felt so warm.

—

You looked up at the trees in the process of blooming, white buds formulating on the branches.

“The trees are gonna be really pretty in about two weeks or so” you heard a voice from behind you. Him. You clenched the chocolate milk in your hand before turning towards him.

“Yeah— oh sorry i’m blocking the vending machine” you murmured, sliding away.

“Oh no no,, it’s fine,” he said before taking your spot and getting the same drink in your hand, “Are you by any chance— planning to confess to anybody?”

Oh, right. You looked up at the blossoming trees once again. The time of the season you once never understood. The time of the season you once could say you despised. Yet here you are, having the rush of spring flowing down your veins. Is this the adrenaline that everyone feels? The unknown feeling gave you goosebumps throughout your body as he asked you that question.

“I don’t quite know yet,” you simply responded, looking back at him taking the drink out of the machine, “What about you?”

A sheepish smile wiped on his face, his dimple showing ever so slightly. He shrugged before looking at you.

“Only my heart knows the answer to that question.”

—

Over the so little time you’ve known Asahi, you’ve picked up on his mannerisms and his actions.

For one, he was more on the reserved side, and even when he talked his voice would always be on the softer side. You unknowingly started to associate him with winter because he gave off the cold feeling of a winter night. It was also your favorite season.

Most people knew him because he was friends with Jaehyuk, one who was very popular amongst the school. You had heard a couple times in the hallway about how handsome Asahi was. The feeling you felt when hearing that was unknown to you.

He enjoyed drawing a lot; him and Yoshinori were the best out of the club (though you’d be a bit biased if asked whose art you liked more), and he was always focused on his work, always scrunching in a little corner tending to his painting. But yet he always complimented your drawings no matter how bad they were, never failing to give you a warm feeling right after.

You could say you had developed an endearment towards asahi.

You stepped out your home, looking at the once bare trees flutter into pink hues, you thought the cherry blossoms were beautiful.

Today you decided not to walk out with Jihoon because well— confession season is always different with that boy. You had no intentions to get caught up in his relations.

You took timid and slow steps towards school. Taking your time looking at the petals and happy groups walking and aweing at the blossoms. Your mind was also off somewhere— of course it was, it always was.

Arriving at school, you saw Jihoon getting flooded by countless individuals, a letter in most of their hands. You could say the same to Jaehyuk on the other side who was also getting bomboarded. You took your routined steps to your locker, opening it as per usual except— it wasn’t usual.

You watched the letter flutter out, swaying to the floor imitating a loose flower petal. Picking it up with a shaked up expression, you carefully opened it up.

You saw the scribbled up lines at the top of the letter, indicating that the said person was trying to make a poem.

‘ah— who am i kidding? i’m not one with words. i never was. yet here i am trying to pour my feelings out on this letter. but i cant seem to combine the right words to express it. maybe because my feelings could not be described in the first place. maybe my feelings are best not worded out on this crumpled up piece of notebook paper. because if i’m being honest— this is my 27th time writing this and yet i still cant get it down. just.. meet me at class 104B? 4:15 pm after school today? please? -♡

Your grip on the paper tightened, the heart fluttering confession bringing a small smile to your face. You looked back at your locker seeing chocolate milk in sitting atop. You grasped it in your hand, taking it out before closing the locker and heading to class, your hands gripping tightly onto the objects. Unknown to you a figure watching your every move with focused eyes.

As time went by in school awfully slowly, your mind went off to one person only. You had foolishly deluded yourself into thinking that the letter and milk was from him. well— he did see you buy chocolate milk that one time. And well,, the handwriting did have a print of him.

‘Enough thoughts. just wait until school ends and your mind can finally-‘ ring!

You looked up at the clock in shock, realizing that it was, in fact, 4:00pm.

You purposefully gathered up your belongings slowly, trying to pass as much time as possible. Putting your care into every single step taken, from the 1st floor to the second.

Taking a deep breath, you slid open the empty classroom door. It was very convenient that it was just across the art classroom as the club did have a meeting today.

You traveled across the room to look out the window, seeing someone announce their feelings to another under the cherry blossoms. Just last spring you would stick your tongue out in disgust yet here you are somewhat in the same position, your heart aching as each second ticks by.

You watched them hug each other, their feelings being reciprocated, a petal getting caught in ones hair. You looked at the trees and how it really set the mood, almost getting lost in the alluring sight until you heard someone clear their breath.

You turned around deliberately, looking down at your shoes before looking up.

Yet, you often found it as a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now. well— maybe not.

It’s him. The person right in front of your eyes is him.

You felt like the sun had just rose, your heart beating out of your chest almost like it was about to burst and run away. You felt the butterflies prance around in your stomach, feeling like you could cough one up right now. Does he feel the same right now?

“Ah,,, hello” he mustered shyly. You clenched the letter in your hand.

“Did you perhaps—“ though it was quite obvious, the slight nod from him gave you your answer.

You observed him, his hair slightly covering his eyes. Lightly kicking at his feet, you had figured he couldn’t compromise the right words.

“I have something for you” he spoke out after what seemed like a few minutes. He reached his hand out, silently telling you to take the initiative to grab it. You placed your hand in his, feeling like your hand was molded perfectly just to cusp his. His grip so gentle you could barely feel him grasp your hand.

Leading you to the art classroom across, your eyes spotting on the covered canvas on an easel. Using his other hand, he took off the cloth, your eyes widening in awe.

Your mouth laid agape as you looked at the drawing of a portrait of you with cherry blossoms in the background. Your heart stammering in your chest.

“Is this what you’ve been working on the entire time in art club?” you asked, eyes still on the painting. He hummed and nodded his head.

“Do you like it? Or is it a bit too—“

“No no! I like it a lot— Actually I love it. I love it so much” you cut him off, looking at him with excitement evident in your eyes. Words couldn’t describe the feeling flowing through you. Is this real?

“Well, I like you a lot too. I was trying to find a way to tell you, so I used my strong suit which is art” he proceeded to tell you, taking your other hand in his. He smiled tenderly at you, his signature dimple showing once more.

“Asahi— I like you too” you beamed, staring straight into his eyes. His smile widened more, his teeth showing. You took this as the initiative to hug him, arms wrapping around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

You felt the sun shine on you, the warmth of spring immersing through you, your heart feeling more than alive as ever. The cherry blossoms you once thought as a mistake becoming the blessing in disguise for you. You think in the time of the moment that Spring has never felt so warm for you.

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achliegh · 3 years

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Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slytherin-hufflepuff

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 4:

I Wanna Be Your Dog

Our Song

Fly Over States

“I’ll be back, I’m gonna go get some coffee. And whatever Lo drinks.” Finn smiles and gives Leo a sweet kiss. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats. Also his glasses, which Leo thought made him look very sexy. He walks towards the door of his room and waves a little as he leaves. Leo was sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard, freshly showered waiting for Logan to get out of the shower so they could talk about tonight with the team dinner. He was just chilling in his boxer briefs with fish on them and his glasses while he skimmed through one of Finn’s books.

Logan's music suddenly got louder as the bathroom door opened and some steam came with it. I Wanna Be Your Dog is still playing in the background as Logan shuffles over to Leo removing the book from his hands and straddling his lap. Logan is wearing boxers as well but plain black. Leo rested his hands on Logan's thighs and smiled at him.

“Hi” Leo smiles at him and Logan can’t help but smile back, but it soon slips from his face. “Hey, what's wrong?” Leo bends his legs bringing Logan closer to him.

“Leo… I’m sorry, I never should have said those things to you. Before we left, I just- I don’t know how to” He takes a frustrated breath and feels Leo cup his cheek, leaning into it. “I don’t know how to talk about my feelings very well, it's something Finn has been a victim of for years, I loved him from the first day I met him. I had the same panic with you…” Looking up at Leo who is smiling at him in this soft supportive way made Logan’s heart leap into his throat. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey it's okay.” Leo leans forward and kisses Logan's forehead and then pressed his own to Logans. “I’m okay, you didn’t scare me off. I’m still here, I came to find you because I really really like you. Like a lot.” He looks Logan in the eyes and sees so many emotions float around in those sweet peas, he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him.

Logan’s breath hitches as Leo kisses him so softly, kissing back he wraps his arms around Leo’s neck. He wants to be as close to him as possible, the song in the background made him feel hot all of a sudden. He wants Leo.

“Leo.” Leo pulls away and looks at him worried. “Fuck me.”

Logan watches Leo’s pupils dilate and a blush appear on his cheeks and chest. Leo’s hands move to his waist and pull him into a toe curling kiss. Logan's hands end up in Leo’s hair gripping so he can’t pull away, slowly starting to rock back and forth on Leo’s hips, pulling groans from both of them.

Leo reaches down to grip Logan's ass and squeeze as he licks into his mouth when Logan gasps. They pull away as Leo clumsily reaches to the side table he knows has lube on it while Logan starts to littler his neck in hickeys, darkening old ones and adding new ones. Leo feels Logan press his fingers into a dark on and it makes a spike of heat jolt in Leo's groin.

“Again.” Logan complied and pressed the sensitive bruise while grinding on Leo’s slowly hardening cock. Logan was already fully hard and whimpering with every thrust. They pull away for a second to pull Logan’s boxers off, Leo pouring lube on his fingers and looking Logan in the eyes as he slowly pushes his middle finger into him. Watching Logan's eyes go distant.

The prep was easy with Logan, he relaxes easily and will let Leo know when he is ready.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He slaps Leo’s hand away and crawls off him yanking Leo’s boxers before straddling him again.

“You want it like this? Aren’t your legs sore from the game yesterday?” Leo grabs his hips and stops him from just slamming himself down on Leo, even if that's what Leo wanted. Logan was more important.

“Leo, I’m fine. Now let me ride you!” Leo puts his hands up in surrender as Logan takes control and sinks down on Leo, rolling his neck from one side to the other. Relaxing for a moment, he starts pushing himself up and letting himself down with gusto. Leo’s hands rest on his thighs while Logan's rest on his shoulders. Leo gets Logan's attention by moving his right hand to Leo’s neck.

“Tighter.” Leo smiles a little deliriously when Logan’s grip tightens on the side of his neck, he's very glad he doesn’t have to explain to Logan not to crush his windpipe. Leo grips Logan tighter and helps him move fast. The feeling of Logan’s hand on his neck turns Leo on so much that he has to take control. He stops Logan. “ I’m gonna lay you down, okay?” Logan nods as Leo maneuvers them around so Logan’s legs are on his shoulders and his hands are on either side of Logan's head. Bracketing him in.

“Oh fuck!” Logan grips Leo’s arms as he starts punching sounds out of him, his pace is expert. Hard and fast. Logan tries to look away because Leo’s icy blues are so intense it pushes him further to the edge but Leo grips his chin and makes him look him in the eyes as he respectfully rails him into the bed.

Logan moves his hand back to Leo’s throat and feels Leo’s hips stutter as he tightens his grip. He feels himself sinking into the blissful feelings that take over his mind every once in a while. He is engulfed by them like a wave of pleasure dragging him out to sea.

Leo, keeps his steady pace feeling himself getting close and watching as Logan becomes a mess of please in French and English. Leo has never heard Logan speak French but he's glad he has reduced him down to this puddle. He notices Logan has gone into what Clay calls, ‘subspace’ which Leo has never been in but Clay has told him so much about it that he thinks he knows what it feels like, kinda. He knows there is a ‘subdrop’ after that everyone is different with. So a learning experience if you will.

Once they both fall over the edge, Logan thrashing around and begging to go again while Leo bites down on Logan’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, something that has been drilled into his brain. Leo goes to pull out but Logan wraps his arms and legs around Leo tight enough he can’t.

Leo wiggles his hands under Logan and holds him just as tight, causing him to whimper and bury his face into Leo’s neck.

“Huh, what a way to come home.” Leo looks up to see Finn on the other side of the bed looking down at them with a soft smile, setting the coffees down on the side table he climbs onto the bed and petting Logan's hair. “Did he go all fuzzy towards the end?” Leo nods, still holding Logan tight. “Okay, this is usually what helps him, what you are doing is great but won’t help him out of his fuzzy state. If you spoon him, it gives him space in front of him to focus on something that isn’t you and lets you hold him so he knows you aren’t going anywhere.” Finn whispers something to Logan that makes him let go of Leo and allow him to pull out and spoon him, still holding him tight. “Okay, now if you stroke his arms or pet his head it helps him come back to his senses, when he starts to wiggle around loosen your grip so he can turn into your chest. He likes to listen to your heartbeat. He’s soft right now, cherish it, trust me it doesn’t happen often. I’ll grab some stuff to clean up.” Finn kisses both of their foreheads and goes to grab a washcloth.

Finn cleans them up and does as he says, when Logan starts squirming Leo loosens his grip and lets him turn around. Him and Finn talk about tonight.

Once Logan comes back to earth and they both get dressed and drink their coffees. Leo leaves shortly after to be able to change clothes and grab Clay before going to the dinner.

He walks in the air bnb and is bombarded with questions.

“What happened?”

“Did you guys get together?”

“Did you fuck?”

“Did you eat?”

“Did they try to eat you!?” Clay grabs his head and moves it from side to side as he laughs looking at all the hickey’s covering Leo’s neck. “God, it's like they tried to suck the ink out of your neck tats.” Leo looks at himself in the mirror and sees the bruises covering the Egyptian beetle with wings on his neck are now purple in places. “They even got your hands!” Clayton takes a picture of the back of Leo’s neck and shows him that his creation of man hands on the back of his neck are splotchy with bruises. He snorts.

“Send that to me, this is kind of funny. Mama would get a kick out of this.” They chat as they get ready for dinner. Finn said it was mostly a sweatpants and t-shirt type of meal but Leo wanted to wear his boots for jeans, boots, black shirt and ball cap. Belt also joined the party. Clayton was wearing basically the same thing except he was wearing Leo’s black sweatshirt from last night because it's cold and they don’t have winter jackets. Making sure Leo still had his phone, they got an Uber to Pascal’s house. When they arrived they noticed all the range rovers and raised an eyebrow.

“I thought they were rich? Shouldn’t they have better cars?” Clayton mumbles to Leo as they walk to the door, pineapple in hand. They stopped and grabbed one because in the south pineapples are given when going to a new house as a thank you for hospitality.

“Maybe they just like Range Rovers.” Leo shrugs and knocks on the door. The door swings open after a few moments and Logan throws himself at Leo again! Leo caught him with no problem. “Hi, did you miss me or something?” Leo walks inside holding Logan and Clay following behind. They make their way into the living room where the rest of the team is. A couple of people laugh at Logan and Leo. Leo sets Logan down and waves at everyone. Pascal comes over to them and hugs Leo out of nowhere.

“What’s with the pineapple?” Sirius walks over to them and is chewing on some gum, tilting his head in confusion like a dog.

“You don’t give pineapples here?” Sirius shakes his head. “Oh well, in the south it's a sign of hospitality and a thank you.” Nodding Sirius narrows his eyes a little, sharing a look with Pascal they nod and put a hand on each of Leo’s shoulders.

“Leo lets go and have a chat.” Leading him away into an office they sit him down in a chair, standing in front of him. It gave Leo a weird porn vibe. “So, I don’t know if you know this, but Logan is like a brother to me.” Sirius says.

“And a son to me. So we want you to know that if anything happens to him, we know how to fight, and so does he.” Leo furrows his brow in confusion. “We just want you to know that Logan is sensitive with his emotions, it’s hard to get things out of him and when we left Louisiana he was a mess and we know it was you. So, do it again and we will make sure you never see him again.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t do anything to hurt him. I didn’t even mean to the first time.” He swallows down the nerves he suddenly has, he didn’t know he hurt Logan and that's why Logan snapped at him. He was gonna ask him about it.

Pascal and Sirius let him out of the room and take him back to the team where everyone has started eating. He looked around and couldn’t find Logan, but he found Finn walking over to him and kissing his temple.

“Hi” Finn smiles and leans into him as he eats his burger. Holding it up a little in a way of asking Leo if he wants a bite. “Beef?” Finn nods and Leo shakes his head no thanks. Logan and Clayton walk into the room a few minutes later, Finn is being held by Leo from behind as they chat with Kuny and Sergei. Logan walks over to them and takes Finn’s burger from his hands and eats the last bite. The noise of protest makes him laugh.

Clayton walks over and Leo and him start talking so fast and their accents get thick enough that no one can really understand them. Leo feels a tug on his pant leg and looks down, a small girl with curly dark hair is smiling up at him. Pascal’s kid for sure. He lets go of Finn and squats down to her level.

“Hi, I’m Katie! Do you like my song?” She smiles a big toothy grin and Leo focuses on the music playing from the Bluetooth speaker trying to jump out of her hands from the vibrations of the song, Our Song by Taylor Swift, back when Taylor Swift was good. He smiles at her.

“I do like your song.” Her eyes got bright with excitement, she started slightly bouncing.

“Yeah! She has a funny voice like you!” Clayton squats next to Leo and smiles.

“You think our voices are funny?” She nods. Clayton changes his accent to sound scarily like Remus’s northern Wisconsin accent. “Would you rather me talk like this?” She laughs.

“Voulez-vous que je parle comme ça?” Katie gasps and blinks at him; she smiles and then sprints off. Leo smiles and stands up, turning around to his boys where a red

Finn and a shocked Logan stand.

“You speak French?!” They both say at the same time.

“I speak French!”

“I hate when he speaks French!” They look at each other and then back at Leo.

He just laughs and shrugs.

A few hours and a few drinks later, Logan is trying to get Leo to drink wine while Finn is filming and Clayton is laughing while sipping on his and Leo’s beers.

“Noooooo I don’t like wine!” Leo pouts as Logan puts his glass to Leo’s lips and Leo takes a sip and cringes. When Logan finally pulls away Clayton hands him his beer and they vortex the rest of it. After finishing his 7th beer he shakes his head a little and lets out a breath.

Clayton and Leo hear the music of angels coming for a few chairs down. TikTok.

They look down at the table and a person who looks like a younger version of Sirius is sitting by himself with a glass of wine and some nuts. ‘Shawty got a big ole booty’ playing from his phone. The two idiots share a look and leave Finn and Logan for this other person. Sitting on either side of him.

“Let us see! Let us see!” Clayton and Leo lean over Reg to look at the video of a man in very short shorts doing this trend. “Omg we should do it! But I don’t have any shorts!”

“Me either! But we could just do it in our underwear…. actually maybe not because it’s cold outside.” They frown.

“Who are you?”

“Oh bestie, we are your new best friends!” Smiling Leo pats him on the head while Clayton wraps arm around his neck and whoops. After trading tiktoks like Pokémon cards they become close in just a few hours. Saying popular phrases to each other that no one understood but them. Influencing Reg to chug the rest of his wine.

They were up on the next beer pong game, Finn and Logan vs Clayton and Reg. Leo was ref. Clayton was great and Reg sucked but they still cheered him on. Sirius was in the background smiling because it was nice to see Reg coming out of his shell.

There was a point in time where Leo gave Finn his phone because he and Reg decided it was a good idea to wrestle and have Kuny be the ref. Reg lost. But Finn saw that Leo’s phone didn’t have a password… he couldn’t help but look. Finn and Logan were sitting together in the corner of the couch crouching over Leo’s phone. He has a lot of pictures.

He has many of him doing stupid shit, like walking on plane wings. Scared the shit out of Logan when he first saw it. Getting tattoos, holding random wild animals, cliff diving, riding bulls and cute selfies with his mom.

What they weren’t expecting was tons of pictures of Leo in sexual positions in different types of lingerie. Stretched out in the splits or with one leg up. Many of him sitting on his heels with his head tipped back showing off the tattoo of the lizard wrapped around his thigh that had a cowboy hat on.

They notice that most of these pictures are taken by someone else, and maybe then send a couple to themselves… in the groupchat from when they were in Louisiana. They also changed Leo’s Lock Screen to a picture they took, arms around each other, cheek to cheek with light blushes on their face from the alcohol and the pictures. Smiling so hard. His Home Screen changed to a picture of them smooching, Finn's hand on Logan’s cheek, soft and sweet.

During the rest of the party Reg refused to drink the beer or get drunk so Leo drank for him. Leo and Clay ended up getting back to the air bnb somehow with three new groupchats: Lions, Trio, and Finlo is Gay.

The next morning Leo looks at his phone as he goes to text Finn if they can get a ride in the groupchat with Finn, Logan, Clayton and himself. He notices the changed backgrounds and just sits there staring at his phone, heart speeding up because he feels so much lov- emotion towards them that he can't help but smile and hold his phone to his chest for a moment before completing his task. They show up to Finn’s apartment with their bags on their shoulders in sweats and t-shirts ready to fly home, completely unphased by all they drank that night. Finn was a different story, looking and feeling like shit he reluctantly agreed to take the two to the airport.

“Are we bringing Logan?” Leo is looking around expecting Logan to pop out somewhere.

“We can pick him up, he lives with Dumo.” Finn grabs his keys and coffee and walks out the door with the idiots following him.

“Whose Dumo? I thought he lived with you.” Leo and Clay both get into the back seat, bags one their lap.

“We were at Dumo’s last night, Logan billets with him. Don’t ask me why but… it’s a good fit for him. Dumo treats him like his own son. Did the same for Sirius.” Finn takes a drink of his coffee as they cruise down the streets. Leo is quiet for a moment, obviously thinking about something. “What’s on your mind?” Finn is glancing at him from the rearview window.

“Did I hurt Logan last time? Like before you guys left did I… do something?” Leo looks out the window for a second, Finn makes eye contact with Clay for a moment and he shrugs.

“Leo, Logan said you two talked yesterday morning.”

“We did… but I got a shovel talk from Sirius and Pascal that made me question it. They told me I hurt him and I don’t know what I did but I’m gonna apologize anyway. I never meant to.” He is watching the buildings and other cars pass by as they drive. The rest of the ride is silent until Logan hops in the car.

“Hello!” He turns around and smiles at Leo, then turns to give Finn a kiss on the cheek. “What time is your flight?”

“In about 3 hours” Clayton answers before Leo can. Leo reaches forward and takes Logan’s hand in his and squeezes it. Smiling stupidly, he just held his hand. Tightly.

“I think we should bring Reg with us this summer.” Clayton nods agreeing.

“Where are you going?” Logan fiddles with the radio until they get to a working station where Fly Over State by Jason Aldean starts to play.

“We travel all over the country for rodeos”

“We drive instead of fly so we can take Peanut and Leroy with us! It’s so fun. We start in Louisiana, then move to Texas, then Alabama, Georgia, Florida, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, just all over! I love it, lots of fields and animals, the food is amazing anywhere we go and! And! We get drunk almost every night! It’s so fun! We meet new people everywhere and travel with our tattoo artist. He is the only person I trust to tattoo me.” Clayton nods in agreement as he stalks someone on Instagram, looked like one of the girls from the bar the other night. “ I can’t wait, but I’ll really miss y’all.” Leo kisses Logan’s hand and smiles.

They get to the airport and Clay and Leo get out with their backpacks and a man in a suit greets them and takes their bags. Leo turns back to the car and kisses Logan and Finn goodbye.

“I’m sorry Logan, for hurting you.”

“Leo, you never hurt me.” Logan pushes Leo’s hair out of his face and smiles. Logan doesn’t know where this came from but he hopes Leo doesn’t blame himself for Logan’s mistake, he thought they were okay after the talk and fuck the other morning.

“Leo?” He looks up to Finn who is holding Logan’s hand that Leo was holding on the drive over. “Do you want to be our boyfriend?”

“... really?” Leo is looking at them completely stunned.

“Yes really!” Logan laughs a little.

“I- of course! Are you fucking kidding me!? Why would I ever say no!?” The man in the suit taps Leo’s shoulder and Leo knows this means n he has to go.

“Call us when you Land!”

“I will!” Leo is dragged into the building.

Stupid smile and all.

Finn pulls away after Leo and Clay are led inside, squeezing Logan's hand.

“You need to talk to Sirius and Dumo, they blamed Leo for you being all sad the last few months when they gave him the good ole shovel talk.” Flicking on his turn signal

“I will, Clayton gave me a shovel talk too… Why did you get away scoff free?”

“Everyone loves me.”

#leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #james potter #thomas walker #Clayton Bruss #o'knutzy #o’knutzy #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast

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shozaii · 4 years

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Hey! I love your writing! It's so cute. 💖 Can you write a HC about s/o and Todoroki, Bakugou, Shinsou and Kirishima first time? (It's the first time for both of them) I'm already excited to read aaa You can add another character if you feel like to.

(a/n): hello! ahhh thank you🥺❤️ i hope you enjoy them!

ps; i’m assuming it’s their first time dating don’t come for mE KSJSJS

requests are still open!💜

masterlist

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first time!

warnings: aged up characters! and slight nsfw!

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kirishima❤️

can we,,, talk about this,,🥺

eijirou would be the happiest man on earth when he finds out you have feelings for him.

you had no experience of dating, so what do? you wanted to tell your feelings but then you were freaking out

i have this feeling that he thinks nobody could ever fall for him (WHICH IS FALSE) but you proved him wrong🥰

and yes, he has feelings for you too! cue him being alone in his dorm, dancing to the cutest love songs that reminds him of you jsjdj

so it’s late at night, and he called you out to have a little chat with you

you knew the chat was something else AHA

and so there you two were, outside the dorms, in the cold night. when he saw you, he smiled his usual toothy grin and signalled you to come over.

when he confesses, your heart pounded so hard you could hear it

“i’ve been waiting my whole life to say this! i get it if you really don’t want to-you know... but before i lose my chances, might as well get it out,right?”

and before he could finish, you pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his sweater.

you two are the cutest couple alive. mina takes tons of pictures of you two (sometimes sneakily)

kaminari constantly teases you two, sero feels like a proud dad😳

and when you two train, it’s like you two were made for each other. even your quirks make the perfect combo!

he texts you whenever he’s not able to see you

it’s his first time dating someone so he promises to be the best boyfriend to you! he takes you out on dates, buys you your favorite candy, gifts you tons of kisses

he knows you love his hair down so on most dates, you’d see that a lot!

he’s fine with holding hands in public because he feels this manliness in him surging😤❤️

he always gives you little pecks on your cheeks and you do the same. he just didn’t know how he was going to kiss you on the lips?? he wanted it to be special so he waited.

the time came, when you two were in his room, slow dancing with the lights dimmed out. he was nerVoUs and you were too.

that’s when he went in for it.

his kisses are slow and passionate. he doesn’t want to rush because when he’s with you, time is limitless. imagine the whole world revolving around you were just stars in the night sky. fireworks from a distance.it was momentary bliss, to be honest.

he looks you in the eyes and asks, “you okay with this?”

you blushed. “yeah.”

he holds your cheek, leaning in as your lips fit together perfectly. he even smiles in between kisses because he’s just so happy🥺💕💕💕

you two end up in bed and go ‘???how did we get here???’

then you resorted to laying down on the bed. you laid on top of him, leaving a few more pecks on his forehead before settling in.

you can never go wrong with a boy like eijirou🌸

todoroki❄️

most probably the boy to be shook when he found out he had feelings for someone.

especially the someone being you. his intentions could never go wrong. i mean,,,look at you. a masterpiece from heaven itself.

right in front of him, blessing his sour days.

probably started around the time after the sports festival. he couldn’t help but notice your cheerful self in class. how you smile at your classmates. the little gestures that made them happy.

it made him happy too.

and you loved talking to shoto too! he was really quiet at first; but it was you who knew how to break the ice apart(no pun intended)

he told midoriya about it, sweating.

“well, todoroki. i’m sure your feelings wouldn’t lie to you! follow what’s best for you.”

he smiled. he knew his decision that very moment.

love is a new feeling to him- since his childhood days weren’t the best. and when he felt it, his emotions were all over the place.

you too, were astonished. you knew from the beginning of school days, you had fallen for him. so what were you about to do? leave it behind? find a way to let it out?

shoto also prefers to admit it to you personally. so he did it right after school finishes-while everyone was heading back to the dorms.

“y/n. i need to talk to you for a second.”

“sure! what’s up?”

he’s pretty straightforward, so he’d say it immediately.

“i like you. a lot.”

“ah! i like you too! that’s-“

“no. i like like you. um, feelings.”

you paused. well, it was obvious. you two were alone, he was blushing.

oh my god my crush just said he likes me.

paniK

it was mutual!🥰 a few were shocked to find out that you both were in a relationship. some people described you as polar opposites. others already knew that you had a crush on him, wink wonk

shoto has never really gotten physical affection for a long time, so it takes a while for him to settle in. but that doesn’t stop him from being with you almost 24/7

he learnt that he loved being kissed by you on the forehead. it was such a simple yet deep reassurance that you were there for him.

he loved kissing you on the cheek🥺❤️ he finds your cheeks so squishy and adorable. he also loves ruffling your hair during your cuddle sessions.

he loves loves loves it when he hovers over you while you’re on his bed-looking like the angel you are, and he starts leaving the trail of kisses from the cheek, slowly to the lips. it was a feathery peck. he was afraid that you didn’t want it.

but looking into your eyes, it was a plead for more. he closed in the gap between you two. your hands wrapped around his shoulders, and his hands landed on your waist.

momentary bliss part 2

sometimes you two communicate through each other’s eyes. no one else gets it😌

your quirks are a match made in heaven. it surprises aizawa on a whole new level.

he learned beforehand about a few of your favorite things so he decided to get them for you.

would max out endeavor’s card for you

long walks in the park, mall visits-anything you want, he gives.

somehow you always made him feel so special. and he was so glad his first time was a blessing.

bakugou💥

“i don’t have feelings! now quit it!” he says while literally blushing in front of the bakusquad. yeah i definitely see that happening.

blushes so red but wipes it off as if he’s got a fever. damn bakubake🥺

you didn’t know what he meant, feelings for who?

and that was because you had them for katsuki. like, a whole lot.

he may be an angry pomeranian, but he’s your favorite pomeranian😌❤️

everyone is so confused. how did you- a wonderful human being, so delicate and graceful, had fallen for katsuki??? nobody knew, and nobody judged.

because they knew, it was you who was falling in love🥺 so they were supportive.

remember that one dance the bakusquad and uraraka did when they got through the exam? that was exactly what they did when you told them about you liking him

i mean,,, that boy looks at you from afar during class. he chooses to watch your quirk develop during training. he goes quiet when he sees you.

like cue him screaming at both kaminari and sero. then you come in, and he goes all silent. he doesn’t say a word. just this peaceful look on his face

you know, the soft face bakugou makes when he thinks?? that one. only you had that switch

alright, he’s had enough. he’s gonna square up, walk right up to you, and say, “yeah i like you. what about it?”

easy right?

no. he was a trembling meSS. it was his first proposal thingy!! being nervous is normal,duh.

screams into the night, thinking of the words to tell you. he messes up and the whole world (namely the bakusquad) go crazy on him.

he’s gonna do it. and so the next day was a fresh start for him. walked up to you.

god, were you a glimmering beauty.

“what is it? you seemed a little riled up lately. you okay?” you asked, genuinely concerned with his face.

“ilikeyou,” he mumbles. and you go, “huh? sorry katsu, can you please-“

“y/n i have feelings for you! hear me?”

you were just there, like :0

“i don’t do stuff like this. just get it over with if you don’t feel the same.”

“hey, hey! i r-really like you too! i was just finding a way to let you know... but i guess i didn’t have to.”

“ha, well look who won,” baby boy smirks.

dude he’s so happy his heart was doing somersaults

he didn’t mind if your relationship was a secret or not; you were his anyway. but it was for a little while. he made sure you felt comfortable

the little dance comes along again from the four of them

you two love training together! he makes sure you’re doing it right and he allows you to correct him too. only you🤭💕

i’d like to think that he would stop calling you names like dumbass, or idiot. maybe it would turn to baby or babygirl. babe. hottie. sweet names for his s/o

dates with him are wholesome. carnival, a little cafe, movies. he takes you to the beach during sunset if you’re feeling down

then he gets you these gifts you could forever cherish😭

would definitely hold hands with you. tough guy game🥺👉👈

so far, he loves it when you ruffle his hair. heck, he doesn’t care at all when you do it in front of anyone. he just gives this stupid grin which says, “look at my baby.”

flusters when you hug him out of nowhere,though🤪

when nobody’s looking/during school hours, he gives quick pecks. nothing more, nothing less.

kisses with katsuki are rich in passion and devotion. you know what he means with every one he gives you. the first time he kissed you probably happened during a warm cozy night in with him, in your room. he wouldn’t ask. it was just like a surprise.

“babe.”

his heart beated faster than a race car. you replied, “hm? what is it?”

pecks your lips and pretends like it was nothing. you smirked, holding his chin.

“what? i just..tried? don’t look at me like that.”

“but you didn’t say for how long.”

“clever.” he said as you brought his face near yours.

you had to admit, you weren’t so brave. but seeing this boy blush after his usual screamo days boost you up. so you did it. you sealed it off with a kiss. this time, a longer one.

you breathed in his light caramel scent- now lingering on your clothes as he pulled you in his embrace. his fingers slowly intertwined in yours.

momentary bliss part 3 (god i love these so far)

all in all, i would forever believe his s/o is the only one who can see his soft side. katsuki makes sure to treat you well like never before❤️

shinsou💜

very, very nonchalant about his feelings for you

but he had to control the way he almost tried to swoon around you oh my god

you two have conversations as usual, it’s nice talking to him. he opens up to a whole new version of him that you rarely see.

he had no idea you had a crush on him too sksjdkd

this man is so stoic, he technically holds it all in when talking to you. (which of course, is the cutest thing in the whole world)

hitoshi may have actually been worried about the things people have told him. how they might have talked behind his back. avoided him because of his quirk.

but when it came to you, it all changed. you weren’t running away. you didn’t flinch at his sight. most of all, you were just being you.

like shoto, i don’t think anyone would expect him to fall for you or vice versa. hence, when they found out, it would be a surprise🥰

mans gotta plan this whole thing for weeks because you’re too perfect to lose😤

your classmates had to make you talk to him just because you were so shy hhhh

he texted you one day, wanting to meet you. you were freaking out, but still prepped for what was about to be the best day of your life

the sun was slowly setting. you meet him in a park nearby. he was standing next to the lamp post, looking through his phone.

he looked so good in his dark blue flannel, with his white t-shirt and black jeans. his hair was tucked back with a headband.(he was already handsome, so take this😤💜💜)

“sorry, had to call you out like this.”

“no, it’s fine! what’s up?”

deep breaths..! “um, y/n. i find you really-i just... argh what am i doing..? i really like you and-“

he placed a hand on his neck. “i don’t know how to put it to words. but i absolutely want to be with you. for a really long time. it sounds weird, but you mean so much to me”

your vision was blurry. you didn’t realise that you were letting the feels hit so easily

“hitoshi, i get it all.”

“you...do?”

“because i feel the same as you.”

this cute grin (inherited by aizawa) when he heard those words. “come here,” he said, pulling you into a hug.

and so it began, a beautiful relationship.

you two shared so much with each other. it was like watching puzzle pieces fit in perfectly.

he listens to every problem you have and you do the same. it’s always equality in the house. one never goes down or up. it’s always together🥰

10/10 would train with you to develop your quirk. he wants you to join the journey

pda is fine with him, holding hands should do! might as well surprise you with back hugs🤪 and then he lifts you, spins you around until you beg him to stop.

only you can take care of his sleep schedule.

sometimes he comes to school without any sleep and you blow up

“what did i tell you?”

“i had six cups of coffee. no big deal.”

“how-“

he shows you pictures of his cats😭😭💜 he has so many

he is the cat himself so he likes to nuzzle up when you both cuddle. and it’s a must for you to run your fingers through his soft locks😌

when he’s the big spoon, prepare yourself for some wholesome content.

praises you 24/7, tickle fights, boops your nose, little naps

hitoshi enjoys kisses on the neck too! whether it’s height difference or not,,, he reaches for the neck because this boy KNOWS your sensitive spots.🤭

when he goes in for it, he wants it to be a memory.a priceless, flavorful one he leaves with you which is hard to forget.

fun fact: kiss him on the jawline and you’re already making him weAK

but if it’s a subtle one, he would go for the face. any parts of it-cheek, forehead, bottom of your lips.

one fine day he just has you against the wall and you’re just standing there, a blushing mess.

“close your eyes.”

“w-why..?? are you about to steal kisses from me,toshi?”

“maybe, kitten. but you have to tell me if you trust me.”

you closed your eyes, and he cupped your face with his hands. he brought your face up to his, slowly connecting your lips. the last thing he’d want was to scare you

he felt you smile in between the kiss. you didn’t hesitate, didn’t pull away. in fact, you were more than happy by just returning it. his hand travelled down to your thigh, bringing it up to his waist.

his head was dizzy with euphoria. you were such a good kisser, damn. when he let go, both of you were breathless.

“i do trust you,silly.”

yES IT WAS momentary bliss part four babyyyy

hitoshi defines a godly amount of,,,heat. just,,,he’s hot. and cute. perfect.

(a/n): ayee i did it!!! slight nsfw/nsfw work is reallyyy not my thing so i hope this was a fun read!!! jekskd fun fact scenarios are my fav thing to write🥰

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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:Jungkook scenario:

Jungkook had been distant with you lately. And you didn’t understand why. Things were going great between you two. In fact you were coming up on your 1 year anniversary of being together. You realized it was about a week ago when he started acting weird, right after you mentioned that your anniversary was coming up. You were laying on your bed, head resting on his chest as he rested a hand on your lower back and was holding you securely against him.

“I can’t believe we’ve been together for a year. The time really went by fast.” You feel him tense up underneath you and let out a loud exhale.

“It’s really that soon? Wow...” He says as his voice trails off, almost as if his mind is somewhere else.

“Yeah! It is next Saturday. I can’t wait to spend the day with you.”

“Mhm.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah everything is fine. Don’t worry. I have something special planned for us so I will spoil you rotten.” You giggle and lean up to place a kiss on his cheek. That earns you a small smile although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You frown and furrow your brows.

“Are you sure everything is fine? Is anything bothering you?”

“No. Don’t worry. I’m alright, love.” He places his hand on the back of your neck and brings you into a kiss. You absolutely melt and completely forget whatever doubts are floating around in your head. Until the next day that is.

Everytime you text him you are given one word answers if he answers at all. Calls go to voicemail, or he only talks for a few moments and then hangs up on you, claiming he’s too busy to talk. With what you aren’t exactly sure. As far as you know they aren’t planning any comebacks, no performances or interviews coming up. They’re supposed to have the week off. Which is why you were hoping to spend every day with him until the day of your anniversary.

You know he is avoiding you. You just don’t understand why. Was he not planning on spending your anniversary with you because he was going to break up with you? Did he not love you anymore? You wished you could just ask him about it but all day today your texts have been left on read, and your calls have been declined. It honestly broke your heart. It was now the day before what was supposed to be a special day, a milestone in your relationship meant to be spent together. But now you can’t help but wonder if you even still have a boyfriend at all.

You made up your mind. If Jungkook wasn’t going to be honest with you maybe he had confided with one of the members. You knew your best bet was Jimin. Jungkook had often told you stories about how Jimin was always the one he looked to for comfort when he was upset. So if you had done something to upset him maybe he would have told him. You pulled out your phone to bring up Jimin’s contact. He answered rather quickly.

“Y/n! Hey how are you?”

“Um.. well I am not really sure to be honest.”

“Really? What’s wrong you can always talk to me, you know that right?”

“I do. That’s why I called you. Jungkook isn’t with you is he?”

“Hmm no. He’s out with Namjoon. Why?”

“Has he... said anything to you lately? About us?”

“Like what do you mean? He usually always talks about how sickeningly in love he is with you... Actually now that I think about it he hasn’t talked much about you lately which is weird for him. Did something happen with you two?”

“I don’t know and that’s the problem.” Your voice cracks and you feel a few tears slip out of your eyes.

“Ah no! Sunshine don’t cry! It makes me sad to hear you crying.”

You sniffle and wipe your eyes, taking a few calming breaths before you continue.

“He has been so distant from me lately. And it started when I mentioned our anniversary. He’s basically been a ghost since then and I have barely heard from him even though our anniversary is tomorrow. I feel like I need to prepare myself for the inevitable break up at this point because he obviously doesn’t love me anymore.”

“Whoa whoa I’m going to stop you right there. Break up? Not love you anymore? Y/n I have never seen Jungkook like this with anyone before. You’re his entire word and he adores you.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it lately. I’m just gonna go now. Prepare myself ya know? It was nice while it lasted but, I guess I just wasn’t enough for him.”

“Hey no, don’t talk like that. Listen, I don’t know what is going on because he hasn’t told me anything but I will get to the bottom of this okay? Don’t lose faith in him.”

“That’s okay. Thank you for trying at least. But I’d rather not get my hopes up. It’s just going to make things even worse tomorrow.”

“Y/n-”

“Bye, Jimin.” And with that you hang up and turn your phone off, not wanting to be bothered. You make a mental note to go to the grocery store tomorrow morning and stock up on ice cream and your favorite chips to help cope with whatever is waiting for you tomorrow. You don’t cry, you refuse to. At least not yet. For right now you will hold it together until you get a proper explanation from your boyfriend. If he doesn’t love you anymore you’ll just have to accept it and move on. You glance at the clock and notice that it is only 8pm. But you just don’t have the energy to deal with things anymore. So you turn your light off and fall into a restless sleep.

After you hang up on Jimin he tries to call you back only to have it go straight to voicemail.

“Damnit Jungkook what did you do?” Jimin pulls his phone out and calls Jungkook next, only to have him not answer. So he calls Namjoon.

“Jimin?”

“Where the hell is JK are you still with him?”

“Yeah? why?”

“Give him the phone right now.”

“What’s-”

“Namjoon please.” Jimin can hear shuffling and some mild arguing before Jungkook finally answers.

“H-hi hyung.”

“Jeon Jungkook! What on earth is wrong with you?! You’ve been ignoring y/n and she just called me and sounded so upset! She was crying you know! Why are you avoiding her and making her think you don’t love her anymore?”

“She thinks I don’t-”

“You’ve been ignoring her for days! Of course she doesn’t! You know she thinks you’re going to break up with her tomorrow? I’ve never heard her sound so sad before. She hung up on me and now her phone is going straight to voicemail. Why are you trying to mess up things with her?” Jungkook is quiet after that. Jimin gives him time to answer.

“I’m not trying to. I just... gosh this is going to sound so stupid.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just tell me. We’re better friends than that you know I won’t judge you.”

“I just feel like a shitty boyfriend okay? Y/n gives me so much and I feel like all I do is take take take. So now when I should finally be giving back to her for all she’s done for me throughout the year, I can’t think of anything! I told her I would spoil her rotten and I can’t even think of anything special for us to do together. She’s going to be so disappointed. I didn’t even realize it was coming up on our anniversary so quickly because the time just went so fast. So I didn’t plan anything. I’m horrible. She’s going to leave me for sure.” Jimin can hear Jungkook’s breath quickening on the other end of the phone and can tell he’s getting worked up.

“Hey, Jungkookie it’s okay. But you know you’re an idiot right?”

“Wow. Thanks hyung that’s really what I needed to hear right now. Namjoon take your phone back.” He says with his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“No no that’s not what I meant just listen to me. How long have you known y/n?”

“2 years?”

“And how long have you been dating?”

“What is the point of this?”

“Just answer me!”

“Tomorrow will be one year if she even still wants to be with me.”

“And in those 2 years has she ever given you the impression she is the type to need grand gestures and big things planned to be happy?”

“...No.”

“And in the past year of you two being together has she ever asked you for anything? Fancy gifts, 5 star restaurants, wine and dine all that stuff?”

“...No. Most of our dates have just been spent at that hole in the wall BBQ restaurant she loves so much.”

“So what makes you think this time will be any different?”

“Huh?”

“What makes you think she’s going to be disappointed if you don’t do that for her tomorrow? Y/n loves you. Not your money, not your status, not your fame. You. She just wants to spend time with you, know that you love her and cherish her as much as you gush to us about. You don’t have to try and impress her just because it’s your anniversary. She just wants you.”

Jungkook is quiet for a few minutes and Jimin begins to wonder if he’s hung up.

“Oh my gosh... Namjoon! Take your phone back I gotta go!” Jimin can hear more rustling and Namjoon calling after him.

“What was that all about?”

“Oh nothing. I think Jungkook is just gonna go salvage his relationship with y/n.”

“Salvage? What happened? Those two adore each other?”

“Come over and I’ll tell you. Pick up some Soju while you’re out please! Bye hyung!”

You wake up to loud frantic knocking on your front door. You can hear muffled yelling but can’t make out who it is or what they’re saying. You glance at the clock and see it’s now 11pm. You’ve only slept for three hours. You groan and sleepily get out of bed, shuffling your feet over to the door. You look through the peephole and see Jungkook standing there. You take a deep breath and open the door. You’ve already mentally prepared yourself, you at least just thought he’d wait until tomorrow. You don’t say anything, just leave the door open and walk to sit down on the couch. You hear the door close and a few moments later Jungkook is sitting next to you. He wastes no time before he speaks up.

“I’m sorry. Y/n I-”

“No it’s okay. Don’t apologize. You can’t help how you feel or.. in this case don’t feel. It’ll take some time but I’ll get over you eventually. I was really happy with you ya know? The memories we have together I will always cherish but-” Jungkook presses a finger to your lips and your eyes widen in surprise.

“Y/n stop. I’m not breaking up with you.”

You tilt your head in confusion and he lowers his hand.

“You’re not?”

“No. God, no of course not. I love you so much you don’t even know. I can’t even properly put into words how much. I just was scared because I didn’t have anything amazing planned for our anniversary and when I told you I did and that I was going to spoil you I panicked. I didn’t want you to be disappointed and break up with me.”

“You honestly think I would have done that?”

“Well, I mean deep down I knew you wouldn’t but sometimes fear and anxiety wins over your common sense you know?” You shake your head and put your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.

“I just wanted to spend time with you. We could have spent our whole day here in our pajamas watching movies and eating pizza. It wouldn’t have mattered to me silly. I just love you.”

“That’s exactly what Jimin hyung said.”

“Oh.. so he did call you after all.”

“Yeah he did. Right after you two got off the phone actually. Gave me an earful which was deserved.” You giggle and pull away and place a kiss on his forehead. “I’m really sorry y/n.”

“It’s okay. Just, don’t ever do that again. If something is bothering you we’ll work through it together. And just know that I don’t ever expect any big crazy plans or dates or gestures from you. As long as I have your company that’s all I need to be happy.”

Jungkook’s smile grows so wide as he hears your reassuring and comforting words. He leans in and gives you a sweet kiss, lingering there for a few moments before he pulls away and mumbles that he loves you against your lips.

“I love you too. Now let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow we can just stay home and relax and spend the day together. Okay?”

“That sounds perfect.”

#jungkook reaction #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #reader x jungkook

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vulpes-z3rda · 3 years

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Wish I Were... // Nishinoya x Reader

A/n: HEY EVERYONE!! I’d like to thank you for 100 followers first and foremost, it means a lot that 100 of you fund following me worthwhile iuytghjk. AND ALSO! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! The star tear disease is something new to me so I’m not sure i wrote it right, but nonetheless, ENJOY!!

CW: nothing really, if you see anything triggering please let me know so i can add it here!

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1782

I still remember third of December

The first day you met.

A complete and utter accident caused by the one time you clumsily walked into someone in your first year. An accident that ended up being one of the best days of your life.

You had met your best friend Nishinoya Yuu. A person you cherished a lot in life

Me in your sweater, you said it looked better

On me, than it did you

He'd often give you his hoodies or jumpers whenever you were cold. One of the many things you loved about him.

He cared for you.

Did people often assume you were a couple? Oh yes, the whole volleyball team did when you first met them but you were both quick to deny it and say you were just good friends.

Only if you knew

How much I liked you

Having someone so caring in your life, someone who seemed so interested in your hobbies, someone who would go on 3 am adventures with you and just... your other half in all honesty.

Who wouldn't fall for someone who fits so perfectly with you?

But you couldn't tell him. There was too much at risk and he only ever saw you as a best friend anyway, what would come of it but heartache?

but I watch your eyes

As she walks by

Who could blame him for liking her? Kiyoko Shimizu. A goddess on earth as Noya had described her to you so many times before. And who were you to disagree with him??

She was gorgeous.

So what would he see in you? He was blinded by his admiration and love for her anyway, blind to your pain.

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

You tried not to let the ugly green monster called jealousy take over but it was hard. Why her? Why not you? So what if you don't have her shade of eye colour or her clear skin or her dark black hair. So what??

You were there for him through all the rejection, the false hope, the little achievements and the constant fawning over her.

Why couldn't he love you like that?

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

As much as you hated to admit it, you were now a second thought to Nishinoya. His best friend of two years was nothing more than quick glances, dry text conversations, no more 3 am hangouts and no more stupid jokes.

He was your light and without light every flower withers. As your first petal fell, he only hid further away in the clouds.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You knew it meant nothing. It was a dare for God's sake but it was your first kiss. Your first kiss was stolen by the boy you adored more than anything. Dare or not, it was special to you even if he immediately went to Kiyoko's side after.

The happiness of the action quickly died as the realisation sank in that he'd always go back to her. The goddess on earth.

‘Hehe... am I not enough for him??’

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

Then the hoodie and jumper exchanges stopped. "I just want her to see that I'm available you know f/n?" Lord you know he meant nothing by it. But when he offered her the hoodie he had so nonchalantly stated he saw as yours, it was like a switch went off in your head.

"Oh, you gave it to Kiyoko?"

"Huh? OH! The hoodie?? Yeah, I'm surprised she took it to be honest."

"Well, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you f/n! Oh, do you wanna hang out this weekend? Tanaka somehow roped Kiyoko into doing-"

"I can't. Thanks for offering though."

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

God only knows how much you wanted him to look at you how he looked at her. You've seen him fall for a few girls in the two years you knew him but she was different. Everyone and their mother could see that and don't get me wrong, you were beyond happy for him but it hurt. It hurt seeing him be this happy over someone else.

And with the first tear falling, you wished you could be her. Even if it was only for a moment.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

You chuckled to yourself as you saw your friend trying to impress Kiyoko. Admittedly you were taken aback when she held his hand to try and calm him down. Not so surprisingly, it did the exact opposite.

At this point you were what Akaashi was for Bokuto, you could calm Noya down and the team were thankful for that. "This is what two years has come to huh?"

"F/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine Hinata. Good luck with the game tonight but I should head up to the stands."

"But Nishinoya senpai-"

"Is doing fine without me. See? Holding her hand helped."

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

At this point, you found his efforts heartachingly comical. Maybe that could just be the loneliness telling you to find humour in the lack of your best friend.

Watching the short male wrap his arm around Kiyoko in a hug was now commonplace so you should be used to it.

But you hated it. Every time you saw it, it felt like you were being stabbed. It was like a brutal reality check that you were losing him. As long as he's happy though f/n... right?

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

You had tried distancing yourself from her but since you were like an unofficial manager, it proved to be difficult. But your blunt wording and attitude hadn't gone unnoticed by the team. Suga had taken guesses as to why you were like this but what would he know? You haven't opened up to anyone in forever.

And then she had talked to you. As much as you despised everything that was happening, it comforted you talking to her. Well... it comforted you until you heard the team talking about how sweet Kiyoko was for checking up on you.

You definitely couldn't miss your crush talking so lovingly about her.

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

As she walks by

Finally, a weekend with Nishinoya again. Just you two at an arcade being your old chaotic selves. You missed it... you missed him.

"I've missed this kind of weekend!"

"Yeah?"

"Duh. How could I not Noya?"

He chuckled before an obvious blush invaded his cheeks and a familiar look danced in his eyes. "F/n! She's here!!"

"Really? Who would've thought." A dry chuckle left your lips as you shook your head seeing he'd already moved towards where she was going. "I should head home, my mum wanted help today. I'll see you at school Noya!" So much for a best friend day. You thought as he looked at you curiously.

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

His brown eyes always seemed to glow whenever he was near her. He always had that extra energy with her. Just two simple things among the many you had noticed in your pining for Noya. Yet she always held the same stance with him as she always had done. In fact, she seemed more involved with Tanaka and his attempts to win her over.

I guess you're trained enough in that department to see it in others.

"F/n, what're you... oh."

"Suga, you scared me!"

"Haha, sorry sorry... so?"

"So what?"

"Nishinoya huh?" You ignored the audible worry he held and looked down to your feet. "Sadly... yeah..." and so the second lot of tears fell.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

After finally opening up to someone, Suga had somehow convinced you to talk to Noya about your feelings. You don't entirely get how, but he did it and now you were regretting ever asking him to stay behind so you could talk.

"F/n?? What's up?"

"Hey, Noya... I uhm just wanted to get some stuff off my chest."

"Okay?? Can you be quick though? I wanna get to practice and see my queen!"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"W-What?? Oh, the dare? Because it was a dare, why would I have ever turned down a dare?"

"Noya..."

"You know you've been acting weird ever since that and I don't get it. It's not like it meant anything."

"I just-"

"Listen, I need to go but I'll call you tonight I guess. See ya later f/n!"

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I were Heather

You sat on your bed dreading the moment he calls you... or if he even does. It's not usually like this for you but he was just something different and you could feel it come crashing down.

What was probably only 1 hour felt like an eternity before your phone lit up with the familiar phone number. Hesitantly, you reached for the phone and answered his call. "Hello?"

"Hey, okay so about earlier... Yes, Tanaka, I gave Kiyoko the hoodie what about it?"

The whines coming from the other teen made you chuckle before you shook away any trace of happiness. "So, you gave her that hoodie again huh?" You shakily got out, a wave of sadness crashing into with each word.

"Yeah. You sound sad about it though... Come on f/n, it's just a tacky polyester hoodie. Nothing special."

"I thought I made it special..."

"F/n, you're not making any sense. Can you just tell me what you need to please?? Me and Tanaka are going out with-"

"Why her?" Tear after tear fell, a distant twinkling sound coming after a few of them. "What? F/n, if you're talking about Kiyoko..."

"Was I not enough Nishinoya?" Sparkles joined the twinkling, each tear seeming to shine and glow in all shades of colours.

"Can you please just talk some sense?? What are you talking about f/n!? Why is there twinkling... what is happening?"

"Noya I just... I have feelings for you!!" You blurted out, the pressure you were feeling finally beginning to lessen. "F/n... I'm sorry. But I like Kiyoko, you know that."

"I know I just..."

"You what f/n?"

"I wish I was Kiyoko..."

And then, as though you had gained control of the night sky, stars began to fall from your eyes, creating a song of their own so your emotions could dance before you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq scenarios #hq headcanons #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya oneshot #nishinoya scenarios #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya imagine

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SOMEDAY – BAKUGOU KATSUKI DRABBLE.

Pure fluff written in record time. Again, something I needed to get off my chest. Please excuse my poor phone-edit. Enjoy~ ♥

"Could you please take care of him for a little bit?" the brunette woman asked her, eyes pleading.

"Uh... Yeah, sure?" [Y/N] basically asked, not knowing she was receiving an eye roll from her date.

They've been dating for six months already and the honeymoon phase passed, their routine falling into normality. As senior students and the top of their class, neither had time to spend with each other as much as they wanted, even if Bakugou acted so casual about it. He mainly did so because he somehow found a way to wrap their activities just to earn a few more hours together. Training, which ended up proving them that their quirks mixed together worked wonders. Studying, to which [Y/N] helped him with his worst subject and vice-versa [even if he verbally denied having a worst subject, instead opting to act as if he was doing her a favor]. Cooking, something only Bakugou was allowed because she could not chop vegetables for shit. Sometimes even sleeping, causing the girl to switch her sleep schedule just for him and ultimately getting nicknamed the Grandparents of UA. Katsuki still scoffs at that but didn't bitch about it as much after Mina dreamily worded out loud how cute him and [Y/N] would be at an old age, together, bickering about something, room filled with grandchildren... Yeah, he liked that.

And it made him think.

Now, on their first date in some time, he thought they'd spend some cherished time together, but as they left the movie theater after watching a really, really bad horror movie, a mother basically stomped into them, begging [Y/N] to keep an eye on her child as she had to do something and promising to be back in 5 minutes.

Which led to the current situation.

The child in her arms was snuggling close to her chest and made Bakugou tap his foot repeatedly on the floor, scoff permanent on his features.

"Look at him, Katsu!" she yelled-whispered, clearly confused on how to take care of a little child but eyes sparkling way too preciously. He just rolled his vermilion eyes again.

"What kind of mother leaves her child with some strangers?" he muttered, but the image did catch his eyes. The sight of Yoshi, small two year old baby, cuddled up in her arms as if that's the safest place on earth, big turquoise eyes staring at her confused. He didn't even cry when his mother left in a hurry, the baby instantly got comfortable while the woman holding him was freaking out.

He almost chuckled. Almost. Her obvious panic was pretty hilarious, even if she tried to mask it poorly.

The strong [Y/N], feared by many, loved by many others. People looked up to her, her normally calm demeanor made everyone feel safe when she was in the room. But now? Freaking out over a tiny life? Yeah, he's gonna remember this forever.

Although as she wiggled her fingers in front of the child's face, trying and failing to get a reaction, bouncing him in her arms, Katsuki felt a type of warmth in his chest that only this dumbass could get out of him.

[Y/N] looked good as a mother, he realized. And his mind started to wander to a time in the future with their child like this. Maybe the kid will have his eyes, a trait everyone on his mother's side of the family had, and her hair, he hoped. It was soft and it felt like silk in his hands. And so, as tiny Yoshi touched her face, finally interested in her, she turned, getting caught off guard by the soft smile on Bakugou's face.

Bakugou [Y/N], huh? He thought, still day-dreaming, remembering Mina's words too.

"Want to hold him, Katsu?" her voice, quieter than usual, broke his thoughts.

"Hah?! Hell no. Keep that thing away from me." Smooth one, bro. He could imagine Kirishima snicker if he were there.

"Oh, c'mon, come closer. Yoshi, this is Katsuki."

As her frame got closer to his, turning the child towards him, he just froze looking down at them both. The baby doing a 180º in personality, exploding with giggles, his adorable and small hands reaching for the blond's shirt, eagerly pulling, getting a pout from [Y/N].

"How did you do that?" she questioned, jealous eyes accusing him sharply and only receiving a tsk from her boyfriend. "Seriously, teach me..."

Her small tantrum made him smirk but didn't say anything.

Yoshi's mother appeared soon after, catching the sight of the two students she recognized from TV, the two heroes in the making, a sigh of relief left her mouth.

With many bows and thanks, the lady even offered to buy them a drink but they denied, parting ways in a friendly manner, Yoshi almost crying when his two new friends left his side, [Y/N] waving happily at him and with an elbow to the rib making Katsuki wave too.

Hands locked, the restaurant reservations were made for as their destination, Bakugou Katsuki looked at his significant other in silence while she was rambling about how sweet and cute and adorable Yoshi was, the warmth in his chest still to dissappear.

Someday... he thought. Yeah, he didn't mind at all as long as it's with her.

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elylandon · 3 years

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Part 1 - Chapter 16.1: Camping and Scars

Summary: You’re running for your life when you cross paths with an ex-bounty hunter and his small, green companion. You never thought you’d find someone throughout the whole galaxy who was as lost as you.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,085

Rating/Warnings: M for mature content. Swearing, smut, unbelievable softness.

Chapter 16 | Chapter 16.2

Note: (Slight AU) And we’re back!! I hope you all enjoyed the start of the new season! I can’t wait to start Part 2 of this story, but I figured while I wait a few weeks to outline my plans with the events of season 2, I’ll drop a couple epilogue chapters to get us caught up with what Din and Reader have been up to! I really hope you guys enjoy this addition, and thanks for still supporting this story! 💜🤍

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Three months. It had been a little over three months since Nevarro. And in that time, Din quickly realized that he had no idea how to take a proper vacation. When he’d suggested taking a break, you said that you would follow him. But in the end, he wound up following you.

Every place the three of you visited in that time had been a suggestion on your part. Suggestions of things you’d wanted to do on Earth growing up, while Din interpreted those things and found what he knew to be similar. Grand waterfalls, deep canyons, towering cities, sporting events, pod races, museums, libraries, menageries- the works. It was as if you saw the many wonders of the galaxy on a platter and you wanted to sample all of them.

But as the two of you agreed, this break would have to come to an end soon. Your birthday happened to be two weeks away, so you had a couple more ideas as a sort of celebration before getting back to reality, and finally setting out on Din’s quest with the child, and your quest to find Zekir.

Your first idea was recreational camping.

“Camping for… fun?” Din had asked, bemused. The way he was raised with the Mandalorians, camping was for survival, and nothing more. He tried to imagine the drills he’d been put through to survive several days on his own, only using the resources around him, as fun.

“Yes! It was something my parents liked to do every summer. We’d go to the same campsite every time, a forest on a mountain, and set up our camp next to a river. My dad would fish while my mom and I would hunt for crawdads and trap chipmunks. We’d cook our meals over a campfire and find constellations at night. It was probably one of my favorite things we did as a family.”

Din didn’t think he could say no to you after hearing that, even if he wanted to. There was a light in your eyes as you told him about it. Excitement, and longing for something you’d cherished in your past. He could understand that, the desire to relive something from a time when you were so happy, so carefree about the dangers of the galaxy.

So he agreed, and the two of you made plans. First, preparation.

Din escorted you to his usual trading spot and set you loose. It was like that first time the two of you had been there, all those months ago, where you followed him to each stall as he knew exactly where to go and who to talk to in order to pawn off all the things you’d looted from Thasar’s ships. This time, though, it was him following after you, watching you haggle for things he’d never seen a necessity for, but were apparently crucial to recreational camping.

You were a fast learner. He’d been teaching you other popular languages spoken throughout the galaxy, and you were using a lot of those new skills now, speaking as if you had been fluent in these languages your whole life. With each passing day, it made more and more sense how you’d learned so quickly under Zekir’s teachings and Thasar’s tutors. Despite that, though, it also became painfully apparent the absolute waste of your potential over the last decade while you were isolated to Thasar’s whims. Din could tell you regretted that lost time, that lost education. But you didn’t waste it now.

You were almost as much of an expert on the Razor Crest as he was. You were well versed in his armor too, in case you ever found yourself in a situation where he was incapacitated and you could benefit from having access to something like the Whistling Birds. You’d improved on your marksmanship and your close combat fighting, with and without weaponry. You’d also become partial to using an ornate dagger you’d spotted on your travels, sheathing in your boot, just in case you lost the use of your blaster holstered against your thigh.

All of this was to say that, taking a break for Din meant helping you grow, watching you take advantage of your freedom, and enjoying your whims, because he didn’t really have any. Of course, you also encouraged him to enjoy things that he might have missed out on at certain points in his life, just as you were doing. However, he wasn’t really sure what he’d missed, until he was doing it with you.

Once you were done shopping, you finished prepping by packing the newly acquired camping equipment into bins down in the hull. While you did that, Din took on the task of finding a place to camp. He remembered how you had explained your camping trips from your childhood. A river in a forest on a mountain. A place that made you think of home, of Earth.

He knew the perfect place.

Before long, Din was dropping into the atmosphere of a lush, green planet. Feeling the descent, you came up to join him in the cockpit and looked around, eyes glowing, mesmerized.

“It looks… just like I remember it. I mean, I know it’s not Earth, but it looks the same.”

“I had a job here once. This planet has a large caving system. I had to walk in circles down there for three days before I finally found the guy. Once I got topside again, I thought I wouldn’t mind coming back to a place like this. If I had to walk away from the Creed, or got too old and slow for the job, this was the kind of place I’d want to retire to.”

“You’re a cabin in the woods kind of guy, huh?” you teased. He only shrugged.

Din quickly found a small clearing to land in, and you eagerly waited at the back ramp as it slowly lowered. As soon as it touched the ground, you took off into the trees, the child happily bouncing against your hip in his satchel. You followed the sound of streaming water. After a hundred or so yards, you came up to a slow moving river. Just before the bank was a small circle of clear forest floor, big enough for both a campfire and a tent. And off to the right of that was a large outcropping of rock, forming a short cliff and overhang, below it a small pool branching off of the river.

You turned as Din came up behind you, having found your trail and followed you through the trees. You beamed up at him.

“This is the perfect spot.”

You proceed to set up camp. Din moved the camping bins from the Crest to the campsite while you and the child started pitching the tent. Once that was done, you went around gathering rocks, creating a circle away from the tent to form a firepit. Then you collected firewood. Din eventually joined you, unwittingly volunteering to be the firewood carrier as you and the child slowly added to the load in his arms.

You let the child play in the empty tent while you unloaded the equipment from the bins. One was stuffed with blankets and pillows, and you used them to create a huge nest in the tent. You followed that by tossing your pack to one side and Din’s to the other, then tucked a lantern into one of the corners closer to the opening, and finished prepping the tent for basic hibernation.

Once the camp was put together, the three of you spent the rest of the day doing the activities you remembered doing with your parents. Din fished, but with a handmade spear instead of a fishing pole like you remembered your dad using. He stationed himself in the river, only out far enough for the water to run around his calves. He’d rolled his pants up, and stashed his armor away in the tent. The only thing remaining of the “Mandalorian” was his helmet. But even while he was now more flesh than beskar, he still had a way of keeping himself absolutely still as he waited for his quarry to be daring enough to swim within his reach.

As he did that, you and the child played in the pool. Or rather, you collected some more rocks and formed a small circle in the most shallow part of the pool, just a few feet off the bank, and he splashed around in that while you swam. At one point, he’d used his powers to push the water, splashing at you. You gasped in mock betrayal and swore vengeance. Several minutes later, Din came over, a basket of fish in hand, only to find you two soaking wet and a mess of giggles.

As it started to cool down in the late afternoon, you and child migrated away from the river and into the trees. You set up small traps for rodents on the forest floor, laying out a few tiny boxes, and propping one of their sides up with sticks. You both hunkered down behind some brush and waited, watching for little critters to come and snatch the bait you’d left under each box. After cleaning the fish for dinner, Din joined you, shaking his head as you and the child took turns using your power to knock out the sticks from under the boxes, so that they would fall over your unsuspecting prey. Of course, you’d let them go as soon as you caught them, and the poor rodents would dash away as soon as they were free. But they kept returning, as if the circumstances of their potential capture had changed. Needless to say, it created a couple hours of harmless entertainment.

As night fell, the three of you roasted Din’s catch over a roaring fire and feasted. Afterwards, bellies full, you all laid out beside the fire, relaxed and content after the busy day. Din pointed out several constellations as the stars started popping up in the night sky, remembering what you had told him about your parents doing the same. And it wasn’t long after that the child fell asleep against your chest to the sound of Din’s low, modulated voice.

As much as you loved this kid, there were times when you were eager for him to fall asleep, and hopefully a deep sleep at that. Between the child, the armor, and the exact parameters required for such an occasion, intimate moments with Din were hard to come by. You loved spending time where the three of you were together, but you also relished the moments you could spend alone with Din.

Said man went to grab some more firewood while you made your way up the short hill to the Razor Crest. Over the last few months, you’d managed to jury-rig a connection between the Crest’s intercom system and a long range coms device. Voila! Instant baby monitor. You snatched it up from it’s charging port on the supply shelf and tucked the child in on Din’s cot. He’d be a lot warmer on the ship, and if he woke in the night, you’d hear him.

When you made it back to the fire you found Din kneeling in front of it, stoking the wood to keep it burning. You dropped down beside him, savoring the toasty warmth of the flames with a sigh. You criss-crossed your legs, your knee brushing against Din’s calf, and glanced around the camp.

At first, your eyes went to the tent, and you contemplated how many more seconds you would last before you started dragging Din into it behind you. A wry smile played at your lips, but then your brain threw up another idea.

Slowly, your gaze swung towards the pool you and the child were playing in earlier that day.

“Now what are you scheming,” Din asked, noticing the look on your face.

You tossed him a mischievous smile.

“I think I want to go skinny-dipping.”

Din was still and silent for a full thirty seconds as he assessed you. Then he shifted in an almost resigned fashion.

“What is that?” he asked, tone suggesting that he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.

Your grin became devilish and you stood. As you turned away from him, you tugged the hem of your shirt-- his shirt, the one he had given you the first day you’d met him-- out of your trousers, then over your head. You were already a few steps away, tossing your shirt aside when Din processed your actions enough to jump up and follow after you.

“Y/N,” he called, a question in his voice, confused. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from giggling, then shed the band covering your chest.

The closer you got to the pool, the more clothing you lost, leaving a trail for Din to follow. He was still puzzled by your actions, the sound of your name becoming more and more clipped as that legendary patience of his frayed. You glanced back at him once, and saw that he was picking up after you, your clothes and boots a bundle in his arms. Grinning so much that your cheeks hurt, you finally reached the bank of the river and the edge of the rocky cliff face that formed an overlook above the pool.

While you were swimming with the child earlier, you’d checked the depth of the water, wondering if it would be safe for cliff jumping. The cliff itself wasn’t too high. In fact, you could compare it to jumping off the high dive at a public pool back home. And the pool was deep. Not deep enough for diving, but jumping in would be fine.

You started to climb, and that sharpened Din’s tone.

“Y/N, what the hell are you-”

You ignored him, scrambling up to the top of the cliff rather quickly. Yes, it was exactly like the high dive. Looking up at it from down below, it didn’t seem like such a big deal. But being up there, knowing what you were about to do…

Don’t think, just do it.

You stripped off the last piece of your clothing, tossing your panties down for Din to add to the pile of your clothing. You knew his gaze was incredulous and reproachful as you met it, but you winked at him anyway, then shot forward, and jumped.

As much as this reckless decision was to mess with Din-- give him a little strip tease and then a heart attack as you jumped off a cliff-- it was about you too. Earlier that day, you’d looked at the rocks and thought that it would be crazy, and adventurous, and fun to jump from them, naked, into a wild pool at night. You wanted to do it. You could do it.

So you did.

That quick fall, the feeling of your heart dropping into your stomach, a gleeful shout bubbling up from your throat- this was freedom. No shitty foster family. No Thasar. No Zekir. Just you, and the freedom to do whatever the hell you wanted, even something as crazy as this.

You hit the water, and that feeling propelled you forward, swimming out a few more feet just to feel nothing but calm, silent water around you. No pressure. No anxiety. Just serenity, and lightheartedness.

When you broke the surface, you were laughing. Laughing so hard, so unreserved that you almost took in a mouthful of water. Through your peels of laughter you shouted, “Fuck! It’s freezing!” as the cold finally started to penetrate your bliss.

You pushed your hair from your face, treading the water, and turned back to the shore. Din was standing there, arms full of your clothes, body language suggesting he was so done with your antics. Not in a serious way, but in a I-can’t-believe-you-just-did-that-and-yet-I’m-not-even-surprised kind of way.

“You’re a madwoman,” he muttered, then louder he said, “Get out of there before you freeze to death.”

“No way,” you called over, shaking your head. “Now it’s your turn.”

Again, Din was comically still for half a minute.

“No.”

You snorted a laugh at his very Din-like answer. So deadpan. So serious.

“Well then I’m just gonna hang out here.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m not leaving until you join me.”

“You’re going to freeze.”

“I guess you’ll just have to live with the consequences of your actions.”

“My actions-” Din cut himself off, realizing that you were poking at him and he was biting. He turned away, like he was going to start walking back to camp.

“I’m s-starting to turn as b-blue as a Mythrol out here,” you stammered as your teeth started chattering. He just shook his head, so you sighed and tried a more serious tone.

“Din, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. But trust me, all you have to do is let go. Let it all go and just… be free. Just for this moment.”

Another pause, and then Din sighed. Not his heavy, impatient sigh. Just a slightly resigned one. Then, he dropped your clothes on the bank, and reached down to tug off his boots. You continued to tread in the water, elated at the thought that he was about to jump into the pool with you, but also pleased to take advantage of your own little strip show.

Din pulled his thick shirt over his helmeted head. While it was still dark as hell out here, the moon gave you just enough light to see more of Din than you ever had before. You never would have imagined how beautiful his skin was. For a warrior, you pictured… well you weren't at all sure what you pictured. All you knew was the feel of him. Seeing him now, it was no wonder why he always felt so warm, despite appearing cold in all that armor.

His skin was a tawny color, his chest smooth, inviting. The armor made him appear bigger, but there was nothing lacking in his toned arms, broad shoulders, and thick neck. You were too far away, and it was too dark to see them, but you knew there were scars peppering his skin too, like yours. You’d felt a few of them before, while exploring his skin. But considering how you felt about your own scars, you never asked him about his.

As Din reached for the waistband of his pants, he glanced up and noticed you watching. He cocked his head to the side, disapproving.

“You’ll still have to turn around, Y/N.”

“Oh, I know. But you’ve only ever expressed that your Creed forbids you from showing your face. You’ve never said anything about the rest of you. I think I’d like to enjoy the show as long as I can.”

As if just to spite you, Din reached for his helmet first, not his pants.

You scoffed, turning around. “Spoil sport.”

You heard the rustling of him removing the rest of his clothes, and setting them in a pile on the ground, most likely next to your own. You stared up at the sky, listening to Din’s slight, unmodulated grunting as he pulled himself up onto the rock. After a few more seconds, you wondered if he’d need some more coaxing, but as you opened your mouth, a raucous splashing erupted behind you. The waves he created rippled around you, and you sighed in slight disappointment. You didn’t often find yourself wishing you could see more of Din than usual. But in that moment, you kind of did. You would have liked to watch him make the jump.

Alas, you kept your back to him as he surfaced, laughing some more as he released his own string of curses about the chill of the water.

“Amazing right?” you called back to him. He muttered under his breath as he moved closer to you, stubbornly avoiding agreeing with you about how incredible it felt to jump off the cliff.

You glanced over towards the adjacent river. “Maybe now we should try floating the river. It doesn’t look too fast.”

“No. No- Y/N!” Din caught up your bicep as you teasingly floated in that direction, pulling you back to the shore. You laughed again, just as carefree as before.

“Kidding! I was totally kidding.”

“Alright. You’ve had your fun. You even got me in the water. Time to get back to land and warm up.”

“I know a few ways you can warm me up without getting out of the water.”

Ew, did I really just say that? You’d always hated it when men said slimy things like that to you in the past.

“I know a few things you can do with that mouth.”

You shuddered, and opened your mouth to backpedal that statement. But what came out insead was a small yelp as Din yanked you back, spinning you as he did so. You squeezed your eyes shut, as he must have known you would have to keep from seeing him, and then-

And then his lips were on yours. Cold, but soft, unwavering. You sighed, immediately wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer, seeking his warmth.

It was totally a ploy. You could tell that as he tried to discreetly move you back towards the bank, kissing you as a distraction. But you were both very naked, and you had a few distractions of your own.

Din liked to be touched. Correction. Din liked to be touched by you. You slid one hand up along the back of his neck, fingers threading through his curls. Your other hand traced over his shoulder and down his arm. Those arms were wrapped around you, his hands splayed against your lower back, never going any higher than that. As you moved against him, your breasts brushing against his chest, his fingers flexed, and he drew your hips closer, almost involuntarily, like he momentarily lost focus.

He hummed softly against your lips.

I know what you’re doing, he seemed to say.

Your retort was the tightening of your fingers in his hair. Is it working?

The brush of sand and smooth rocks against your toes said not quite. He was determined to get you out of the water, and had managed to push you back enough to be swallowed up by the cliff's shadow, solid ground teasing you, just an inch or so out of reach.

Alright, time for some more drastic measures.

Your next kiss came a little harder, tongue flicking out to tease his, to taste him. Your fingers against his arm crept down along his side, then ghosted over his stomach, lower, and lower, until-

Din’s teeth caught your bottom lip, nipping you sharply as he flinched back, hissing. You stroked the length of him once again and he seemed to hold his breath in response, anticipating, already growing hard despite the frigid temperature. When you wrapped your fingers around him completely, he breathed out a soft curse, the word not one of the basic language.

Mando’a, you’d come to find out over the last few months. When he swore or muttered under his breath in a different language, he was speaking Mando’a. He’d taught you a few words, but he’d also been teaching you many other languages, so sometimes you had to pick through the different files in your brain to decipher what he was saying.

Back to the matter at hand-- so to speak-- you brushed your lips against his strained neck as he tried and failed to regain his focus, and slowly, oh-so-painfully slow, you slid your grip over him. Long, steady strokes that made his fingers dig deeper into the skin at your waist, restraining with all his might from bucking his hips against your hand.

The thing about Din was that he was such a deliberate, controlled man. Every move he made was calculated, every reaction thought out. He didn’t rush things, or at least didn’t like to. When he lost control of a situation, he’d try to think five steps ahead, and if he couldn’t, he would at least execute his next step as efficiently as possible and move from there. It was how he overcame fighters or adversaries that were better than him, and how he kept a level head in tense situations.

So attempting to undo this man was a battle. One you’d been winning more and more over the last few months. And when you did win, when Din finally snapped and let go of all that control-- like jumping off a cliff with you-- that victory was so delicious, so intoxicating-

Just thinking about it sent a burning jolt of desire through you, and you squeezed him, just a little bit tighter, the rhythm of your strokes wavering, just slightly, and that did it. That unraveled him.

He growled, and his fingers dug so hard into your hips that you gasped. His superior height must have given him the extra length needed for steady footing on the sandy floor, for he straightened, hoisting you up without more than a slight grunt of effort. You wrapped your legs around him in response. No teetering or sinking, except he did move forward. You hadn’t realized how close you’d been to the cliff face until your back was brushing against it, rough, but not enough to cause any real pain. Din supported you with a hand gripping the back of your thigh, and the other positioned on the rock behind you.

He kissed you again, hard, lips bruising. You returned it in kind, thighs squeezing his sides, hands on either side of his face, sighing, and gasping- and then moaning as he pushed into you. You were taken aback by how rough it was, the water tricking you into thinking it would have been smoother, easier. But it was the opposite, and you threw your head back, crying out as he thrust into you again.

Oh gods!

Din groaned, dropping his forehead against your collar bone as he moved against you. Water sloshed with each thrust, but it was no longer cold. Nothing was cold. This- this was wildfire, and hard, and blinding. Din wasn’t even sure he remembered where he was, just that he was with you, and that every inch of his skin that was touching yours was coursing with electricity, his senses in overdrive.

You brushed your fingers against his cheek, and he lifted his face to meet your lips once again. In that kiss he felt the desire to be closer, push deeper. He slid his hand over your thigh, tracing the skin down to your knee, then hooked his arm under your leg, giving him a slightly different angle, allowing him to drive further into you. You whimpered into his mouth, your fingers digging into his shoulders, clinging to him as if he was your lifeline. It wasn’t long before you were trembling beneath him, your walls constricting around him so tightly that he saw stars. Your climax came on a broken gasp, and Din helped you ride that as long as possible. And then all it took for him was your hand, laid tenderly against his cheek, your forehead against his, your noses brushing as you breathed his name, the sound so quiet, it was almost carried away by the river.

The two of you hung there, as if suspended in a brief pause of time as the euphoria faded into something softer. Din kissed you again, his movements slow and tender. You tried to smoothly extricate yourself from him, and when he didn’t have to support you anymore, his hands moved up to cup either side of your face, savoring the sweetly lethargic kiss.

Seemingly every time, why was it the sound of his name one your lips that did it, that pushed him over the edge? You somehow always managed to put so much in just that one syllable, it was maddening. You said his name like it meant something, like you cherished it, like a prayer, and that would forever be his undoing.

And then the cold started to seep in.

“Will you get out of the water now?” Din asked.

You scoffed.

“You did not just do that to get me out of the water.”

When he merely shrugged, you swatted his arm and turned towards the bank, eyes opening now to navigate your way.

“If that was the play, all you had to say was that we’d do it in the tent.”

“Who’s saying that we won’t still?”

You quickly scrambled out of the pool and Din laughed. You closed your eyes and turned, waiting for him and smiling at the sound.

“Here,” Din said as he caught up to you. Your clothes found their way into your arms, and you were sure Din was grabbing his own as he said, “Lead, so you can see where you’re going. I’ll follow.”

You did as you were told. You turning your back to him, as you had done earlier while stripping and making your way to the pool, was a testament to how far the two of you had come together. Six months ago, you would have argued, falling back to be the follower. For one thing, you hadn’t trusted him yet, and for another, you used to go out of your way to hide your scars from him.

However, as the two of you grew closer, you slowly got used to it; letting him see that part of you, just as he was getting used to being around you without his armor. Din saw those scars now, your back a maze of them. They criss-crossed over each other in a mess of ruined flesh. Lashings. He knew they’d come from lashings. He’d almost witnessed new ones about to be made the day you’d finally killed your tormentor. Having initially seen your scars that day as Meck and Gurn ripped your shirt open, watching Rhet prepare to add to them, hearing the words Thasar used to crush you, and seeing the absolute emptiness in your eyes, he’d been only a breath away from vaporizing every last one of them.

Din tucked his clothes under one arm, then caught you around the middle with the other. He bent down, and kissed one of the bigger scars, starting just at the base of your neck. You jumped, gasping in surprise, more from the gesture than the touch of his lips on your back. But you didn’t tense. Another landmark, to show just how far you’d come.

“Sorry,” Din murmured, stepping back. “Couldn’t resist.”

You hovered there for a moment, dazed, unable to put to words what that had just felt like. When Din gave your hip a gentle push, you scampered forward, back towards the camp.

Still slightly disoriented, you muttered the only thing that your brain could register, and that was, “Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold.” You quickly stepped up to the fire that was barely smoldering now and said, “Fire?”

“Tent.”

“R-right. Tent.”

You unzipped the flap and clambered inside the nearly pitch black tent. Din followed as you scuttled over to your pack, dropping your clothes and digging through it to find a towel. Din did the same on his side, turning on the lamp as he did so.

“Careful,” he said, referring to the light in case you happened to turn in his direction. You hummed an affirmation and quickly dried yourself, shivering as the cold sank into your skin. After a moment, another towel landed on your head, covering your eyes.

“Come here,” Din sighed, though his tone hinted at a smile on his lips. You turned towards him, repressing shudders as he worked the towel through your hair. You couldn’t quite manage to silence your chattering teeth, though.

“That’s what you get for jumping into a river at night.”

“It was so worth it,” you countered, smirking. You could just imagine him shaking his head, but really, his eyes were skimming over your still naked form as he thought, Okay, it was a little worth it.

When Din finished drying your hair as best he could, he reached for the lamp, extinguishing it. You were both still so cold, so you quickly burrowed into the nest of blankets. You blindly searched until you found Din’s hand, and he pulled you close, tucking your head under his chin as you buried your cold nose against his neck. He shuddered, arms wrapping around you, legs tangling with yours.

You grew drowsy as you started to warm up, and you were just starting to doze when you felt Din’s thumb slowly glide up and down your right arm, tracing the scar there. The one Xi’an had given you. As if he could sense your attention on it, he stopped.

“Is this alright?” he asked, relaying an unspoken question. You understood his sudden hesitation and nodded.

“It’s fine. It’s not as bad as the other ones.”

You thought back to before, though, when he’d kissed one of those other scars, and you hadn’t arched away from his touch. You wondered why he’d done that, and why you sort of wished he’d do it again.

“Xi’an got me too, one time,” Din said quietly.

“What?” you blanched, almost jumping up to look at him.

His fingers trailed back up your arm, running along the scar, before reaching your hand, cupping the back of it in his. Slowly, he dragged your right hand over to the skin between his shoulder and collar, and your fingers ghosted over a small section of puckered skin.

“One of her knives found this spot here, right where my chestplate ends.”

You were silent, letting him tell you the story of his scar. Though, the thought of Xi’an and one of her knives being that close to his heart sent your insides roiling, that familiar rage bubbling up. Sensing the change in you, Din pushed on, this time guiding your hand up to his chin.

“This was pre-helmet. Took a pretty bad hit during training and landed on my face. Split my chin open and broke my nose.”

You’d guessed that his nose had been broken at one point in his life. Considering this, while you’d always respected his Creed, you found that you were actually feeling grateful for his ever present helmet now, especially considering how many hits you’ve seen him take in the last six months alone.

Din continued to guide your hand, taking you on a tour of his scars, and there was something just so intimate about it. So vulnerable.

I know your scars make you feel exposed, a physical reminder of the pain they had all caused you, inside and out. So let me show you mine.

There were a few on his arms, one on his collar bone, and a couple from narrow misses around his abdomen. When he slid your hand over one on his left side, your fingers grazing over what must have once been a large gash just under his pectoral, you sucked in a breath with a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation.

“I have one there too.” This time, you took his hand, and led him to your left side, letting him feel the raised skin just below your breast. He carefully traced the length of it, finding that it wrapped around your side, blending into the scars on your back.

When Din paused, not wanting to push you, you whispered, “It’s okay.”

However, he didn’t continue along your back, but simply brought his thumb back along the scar on your side. After a measured pause, he gently pushed you back into the nest of blankets, then lowered his head, and pressed his lips against the scar.

Your heart skipped and your exhale was a shuddering sigh as you watched, unable to see more than the outline of Din’s curly hair. He kissed it again, this time brushing his knuckles along the side of your breast. You didn’t dare speak as he finished, his lips trailing upward along the hill of sensitive skin before catching your taut nipple between his teeth.

This time, it was your turn to snap. You shoved against him, rolling. Din chuckled as you crawled on top of him, but the sound died away as you leaned down and kissed him. And then, you took your time kissing his scars.

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BTS SCENARIOS/REACTIONS/ONE-SHOTS

Jungkook's One-Shot

Topic: His ex comes back to your lives when you two married and tries to get him back by creating problems inbetween you two...

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Smutty, Angsty Contents ahead...

Rating: 18+ along with angst and drama

The following first few chapters would be though fluff and a little smut...

Part 1/Chapter 1

A/N's POV

You and Jungkook have been married for 5 years now! You were living an incredibly happy life with your love and tomorrow was your 6th Marriage Anniversary!! You were very excited about it and here you were in the kitchen, swinging around to the music while preparing lunch... You drifted back to some golden memories of yours and Jungkook's!

You were still not graduates when you two fell deeply in love and decided to get married, your family was against the relationship cause neither of you had jobs... And you were already broken without any hopes, but Jungkook still stayed strong and kept the idea of running away and marrying... He was ready to leave his family, and everyone just for you, just so that he could be with you, the person whom he cherished with all his heart and was so sensitive about ❤️

Thus, just after giving the final examinations, you two ran away together without a letter, message or anything behind, to start a new life! Your elder brother along with Jungkook's friends supported you a lot with this relationship! It was a small marriage with just your brother and his friends... The priest said the vows and the lovely speech he gave on your marriage... It was the first time he was the cause for your tears and that too tears of happiness! ✨

Then that kiss!! You still couldn't get over the feeling of his soft, plumb lips on yours pressed against tightly and moulded perfectly into each other... He was the only one who could make you feel that happy and protected! You just love this guy! And now after the lovely, dramatic marriage you two got a house to live in with the help of your brother and his friends! Seeing Jungkook and yours capability, both got jobs and earned a living together from a small one bathroom-kitchen-and-bedroom to a five storey luxurious apartment!

He didn't like the idea of you overworking yourself when he was there and thus he got you leave your job and enjoy your life at home and you just didn't argue cause you know it wasn't that he did it cause it hurt his pride but cause he cared for u and wanted to give you the best living he could give! And being a housewife didn't feel boring or like a jail when it was being Mrs Jeon! Everyday cooking for him and trying out different dishes just to impress him even though you know he'd like anything as long as it was made by u! Then standing at the door and waiting for the most handsome guy yet alive on earth!

And as he comes back, first see that bunny smile that lit on his face just for u and only u! Rest it never appeared for anyone apart his family and friends... Family that is long lost now... But neither of u regretted your decision to leave your family behind just to be with each other!! ❤️ After the smile your mischievous bunny lifting u up in his arms and pressing you against the wall just to talk dirty though which always ended in giggles from both your mouths and a sweet kiss before letting u down if it wasn't that he was turned on...

For child well... You can't become a mother... Both of you were really sad to know that, specially u as you felt guilty to be not able to give Jungkook a child... A little one of himself or you... It was a really depressing period of life for u but Jungkook seemed to be more stronger and mature than u on this topic and believed that he no longer needed anything if he got you and after knowing this assurance from his mouth, you felt better and better day by day until u forgot about all those regrets and moved on that depressing period!

As you were engrossed in your memories, the bell rang taking u out of your thoughts and u ran towards the door knowing who could it be at this time of the day! You opened the door just to meet the boxy smile you were expecting to meet, a handsome friend of your husband standing at the door with two cakes in his hand! One was for tonight's 12:00am night party and other one for tomorrow's evening celebration... "Hi Taehyung-ssi! Thanks a lot for bringing the cakes! If it weren't u, I wouldn't have been able to execute this surprise party out!", you said thanking the still smiling boy standing on the doorway before inviting him in...

You and his six friends, Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jin had decided to surprise your lovely husband with a barbeque party in your big yard at sharp 12:00am and ofcourse along with all the other stuff, cake was required for some delicious desert apart from all the grilled dishes you were going to have... Taehyung was incharge for the cake and it was done! Jimin and Yoongi were incharge for barbeque stand, tables and chairs and tents as you were going to sleep in your yard that night playing games and enjoying yourselves!! Rest of the boys were incharge for the food and you were to make sure that it is a secret until midnight to Jungkook! Jin was going to be the chef tonight!! It wasn't that you didn't cook great but this guy! Damn! His cooking skills were better than your mom's!!

Taehyung helped you keep the cake in the spare fridge where Jungkook never gave a glance... And now you called the others to update yourself with the status till now... Everything was done... The chairs and all were set! Food was bought which included chicken, salmon and other meats! Spices for marination and some leaves and veggies for garnishing the dishes... Afterall Jin left the plates with perfection! Though this time we didn't have any plates, instead sticks for the barbeque but Jin is Jin and you don't have any problem as long as food is made by him!

You cooked the lunch for all the six boys and yourself, Jungkook wasn't coming home until late evening so no worries till then... After eating your lunch which was Kimchi Cheese Bokumbap (Kimchi Cheese Fried rice), all the tired boys threw themselves on your big couch while you giggled seeing the tired men... It looked like a mother smiling at their son who just came from playground all tired and worn out...

It was past 8 pm at night and you knew Jungkook must be on his way to the apartment, thus all the boys hid themselves in your spare room, again a place being where Jungkook almost rarely went and which was half the time empty, except when your brother came to live with you two in the summers as he had one of his company's branch here which he looked after in the summer months of the year... The bell ranged and you excitedly ran to the door like a little girl does when he hears her father come... Though it was your husband not father but definitely, no doubt he was your daddy in bed!

As you unlocked the door, in revealed the most handsome, sexy and hot husband in his formal uniform! The uniform just made him look even more attractive and hot, the belt which gave you memories of nights when he tighted your hands with them, the watch gave a boldness to his wrist and the tie with button up shirt made him look so much masculine, not like he wasn't already, but just a smile could change that masquiline self to a soft ball of fluff! And seeing you his tired yet just fucked up kind of look changed into an excited, happy bunny who lept on you like a lion does his pray...

His bunny teeths never missing to showcase themselves, as he pressed you against the wall, which was his usual habbit, and then tugging you a little up such that you were now sitting on his thighs against the wall... He moved his face to your ears which already sent chills down your spine and make your body rub against his thigh from anticipation! Seeing the eagerness in you, he got even more turned on and whispered in a deep husky voice, "Baby is already getting so eager for daddy? What does my little kitten want her daddy to do? Should he just fuck her or should he tease her a bit more?"... Saying this his nose trailed down your jaw line and then to your neck...

You threw your head backwards and knew where it was going... It was another one of the nights where your lovely husband came home hard on and would just fuck you then and there... But even though u wanted it so bad... You had guests at your house which were to be kept a secret till midnight and also not to make them hear your moans and erotic noise from sex... Thus you had to leave your bunny boy unsatisfied this night... Though you'd make up for it tomorrow, on your wedding anniversary!

"Jungkook not today please! I'm... I'm.... I-... I'm on my periods" you lied not being able to think of a better excuse! But this guy ain't taking no shit! "Y/N... I remembered the date was 25th... And it's still 11th...!?" he asked raising his eyebrows... God! You suck at lying but definitely you had a simple answer to this one though... "I started with them early!"... Another lie but he just nodded and let you down and then again smiled widely before peppering your face with a thousand kisses! "If you need anything, pads... Tampons... Heat packs... Or pils... Just ask me and I'll get them for u! Okay baby?" he asked while caressing your cheeks with his thumb to which you nodded like an innocent child...

He then went inside to take a bath in your shared bedroom while you took a sigh of relief just to be met with coughs behind your back making you stiffen up... Ugh! You didn't want them to hear all that though... You turned around just to meet with six smirks thrown right at your embarrassed self! "Eager for Daddy!? Huh!?" Jimin said to which you scoffed... "And Periods.... Like you seriously couldn't get a better excuse" another one added just to receive another scoff from you... You send them back to their hiding place as you heard the shower stopping and door opening...

To be continued in the next chapter... It's gonna be dirty though with a game of Truth/Dare 😏 Angst is yet to come... First let's have some fluff and smut to prepare you for the heartbreak! 😁 Pics taken from Pinterest! DO NOT COPY MY WORK! OR REPOST IT ANYWHERE!

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years

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June Contest Submission #16: A Ruined Birthday

Words: ca. 1,400 Setting: Post-Canon (Pre-Frozen 2) Lemon: lime CW: Storms, thunder and lightning, implied sexual content

Anna sighed as she looked out upon the kingdom of Arendelle, on a day she thought would be bright and wonderful, a day when the land she called home should have been bathed in the light of the summer sun. However, nature had other plans for that particular day.

As the princess placed her hand on the window, she watched as the rain fell down from dark clouds that loomed overhead. The storm had been raging non-stop for three days now, battering Arendelle with a torrential downpour and harsh winds. Anna had hoped for a miracle that the storm would have cleared but it was not to be.

She sighed again, running her fingers down the glass. She lamented the fun she should have been having, the joy of enjoying this day. She wasn’t as bound to bouts of sudden depression as much as her sister was, but she’d be lying if the weather wasn’t making her feel hurt inside.

Today should have been a wonderful day, with dancing and laughter and joy. Anna had always thought of her and Elsa running down the main street of the town, everyone cheering for them, but alas, that was just a dream now. Perhaps that could still happen, just not today.

“Still no sign of the storm letting up?” A voice spoke.

Anna turned, seeing Elsa’s arrival. Despite the low glow of the candles lighting the halls and the darkened skies outside, Elsa still stood illuminated in her ice dress, its shimmering sparkles glistening in what little light there actually was. It relieved her a little to see her. “No, not really.”

Her sister hugged her from behind, cool hands wrapping around her chest and waist. It made Anna feel relieved to have her lover at her side. As Elsa pulled her closer, Anna felt the Queen’s cold breath tickle the back of her neck. She shivered a little and blushed.

“Mmmmm…” Anna murmured. Her hands moved to Elsa’s, holding them as she was holding her. The two of them stood like this for some time, Anna just enjoying the loving feeling of having Elsa embracing her. While this day had been sadly ruined by the weather, at least Anna still had the woman she loved.

“I’m so sorry, ” Elsa apologised, resting her head on Anna’s shoulder. “If I could, I’d make this whole storm go away in an instant.”

“It’s alright, ” Anna assured her. “You burned yourself out last year, remember? I don’t want you to do that to yourself again. Besides, it’s not like I’ve had the best track records for having good birthdays.”

Today was Anna’s 20th birthday, her second since the gates of Arendelle had opened. Last year, Elsa had burnt herself out preparing Anna’s birthday party and ended up making herself sick. This year, Anna had stepped in, to help plan a more subdued but still joyous event.

However, the storm had ruined those best-laid plans. No one was going to be attending a birthday party in this weather. Everyone in Arendelle had made the smart choice, staying indoors until the weather would eventually calm down. That seemed to be an eternity away though, what with the rain still pouring down outside.

“Yes, but your twentieth birthday is special, ” Elsa reminded her. “Your second decade of life on this Earth, you should be celebrating with joy. Instead, we’re cooped up inside.”

There Elsa went, taking full responsibility for everything as usual. While Anna adored the attention and affection and love she was showered with from her sister, she hated seeing Elsa feel guilty when things went wrong like this. She wondered why Elsa felt this way.

Was it her anxiety over not being a good sister, due to all those years isolated from the world? Or was it the fact that she felt angry at herself, that despite having literal godlike power at her fingertips, there were still some things in the world out of her control?

Or was it because Elsa herself had spent her childhood not having much in terms of birthday’s either. Elsa’s own 20th birthday had been one she spent hidden in her room, fearful of her magic. That was the most likely reason… And it made Anna feel depressed thinking about it.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way, Anna thought. Just because the weather is pretty crappy, doesn’t mean Elsa’s mood has to match it.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it, ” Anna said, turning around in the embrace. “We can reschedule the party for later in the week.”

“But your birthday is today, ” Elsa insisted. “It feels wrong that it’s ruined like this. Oh, curse the divines for this damned storm.“

“The weather has a bad habit of ruining things for us, huh?” Anna remarked.

“At least everyone is safe,” Elsa said. “Still, I wish the sun was out. I’d have loved to have danced with you at your party today, to show the kingdom how much I love you.”

Anna smiled. Elsa had learned how to dance quite well in the years since they’d become a couple. Sure, there had been times when Elsa had nearly accidentally tripped on her own skirt or cape, but fortunately, Anna had always been there to catch her when she fell.

“Well, despite the weather cancelling the party plans… I’ve been mostly happy, ” Anna explained. “I opened my presents, practically devoured that cake, seriously a giant chocolate cake with sprinkles, how can you go wrong with that?!“

Elsa laughed aloud. Anna had spent pretty much the whole afternoon eating that cake. Granted, Olaf helped, obviously Anna couldn’t fit the entire thing in her belly, but still, Elsa was glad Anna had some enjoyment out of her birthday. But then Anna took her hands.

“But you know what was the most perfect thing of all?” Anna wondered, gazing adoringly at her sister. “I got to be with you, my beautiful, wonderful, kinda silly but amazing sister. That’s something I’ll always cherish… and I’ll always love you, Elsa, with all my heart.”

Elsa stopped, gazing at Anna’s face. Her cheeks reddened with a deep blush, and then she smiled fondly at Anna. Her sister knew all the right words to say and the exact words to say them. She leaned in closer, hers and Anna’s faces virtually inches apart.

“You know what?” the Queen said. “You’re right. As long as we have each other… I guess that’s all that truly matters.”

Anna grinned. “Then come here!” she said with glee, pulling Elsa into a passionate kiss. As their lips met tightly, Anna wrapped her arms around Elsa, holding her older sister in her arms, keeping her close as they kissed beside the window, rain still pouring down.

Surrendering to the kiss, Elsa allowed Anna to lead. Anna had been her first kiss and was the only one she’d kissed. Despite being younger, Anna was definitely more experienced in matters of love, especially kissing. The Queen figuratively melted as Anna and her made out.

Slightly dipping Elsa, Anna continued her kisses. There was no more a beautiful sensation than feeling Elsa’s cold lips pressed against her own, her tongue gently and slowly slipping into Elsa’s mouth without any complaints from Elsa. She was wanting this just as much as Anna was.

However, before their session could deepen any further, a loud crash of thunder was heard outside the window, lightning causing them to jump.

“Woah!!” Anna yelped in surprise.

Elsa giggled nervously. “Maybe we should just go to our bedroom for now. No use staying out here.”

And then, a mischievous smirk formed on Anna’s face.

Elsa paused as she caught her sister’s expression. “Okay, I know that look,” she bemoaned, “that’s your ‘I’m trying to play innocent but deep down I’m planning something wicked and vile’ face. What’s that look for?”

“Oh nothing, ” Anna said all too innocently. “I just realized that I’ll be getting the chance to unwrap my last present.”

“Last present?” Elsa asked in confusion. “What last… Oh.” Elsa realised what Anna meant and she blushed bright red. “Oh!” She turned even redder as Anna approached her, grinning wickedly.

“W-Well, it is your birthday, ” Elsa accepted, shyly. “But be gentle.“ She rubbed her hand along her waist softly. “This present is rather delicate.”

“Oh don’t worry, ” Anna assured her. “I’ll take very good care of her. I always do,” She then grabbed Elsa and kissed her passionately again, before picking her up in her arms. Elsa squealed in delight, giggling as Anna carried her with ease in her arms, feeling the slight muscle.

Smirking, Anna then carried Elsa down the hall, eager to unwrap her present… and show Elsa all of her love.

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