wittle update: i got all of your delicious gojo thoughts and i will be cooking something up soon!!!

The actual meaning of being a girl is being torn between LoveSick!Athlete and LoveSick!Artist because while children are adorable they are annoying asf. Also, LoveSick!Bimbo? She's like, growing on me. How would the characters be with a darling who doesn't want kids? (Particularly referring to Athlete and Knight, since they seem to be the ones who want kids the most.)

- 💗 (Also, remember to drink water and take a deep breath. <333)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬?

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, obsessive behaviors, baby trapping, peer pressure, reader can get pregnant, lesbians, poking holes in condoms, hiding birth control, and just yandere behaviors ig If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ Thank you for your kind words 💗!Nonny! I'm really happy that more of my characters are appealing))) It makes me happy that you're enjoying my writing!

Awwww, I'm so glad that my other characters are growing on you! I seems that LoveSick!Athlete is still the fan favorite, though I'm hoping that will change 'cause LoveSick!Bimbo is so cute (in my opinion)!!!

Anyway, I feel that for the majority of the LoveSick!Characters, wouldn't mind not having children with their darling, especially when reader doesn't want to have them. Half of them don't want kids or just don't care too much about them. LoveSick!Friend and LoveSick!Bimbo falls under this line of not wanting children, and I think they'd be content with just being aunties or just having you.

I feel like we have to keep in mind that they are yandere, meaning that they are obsessed with you. Like, literally, they love you no matter what, and they don't mind keeping you for themselves for the rest of your lives.

Now, for characters like LoveSick!Poet, I think that he'd be a little heartbroken, not because he wanted children, but because he feels as if he pressured you with his trauma. LoveSick!Poet did not have a good childhood, and it caused him to develop a poor self-image. And in return, he doesn't want children, in fear of becoming his father, so when you confess that you don't want children, he thinks that he's projected his personal feelings onto you.

But this obviously isn't true, you just don't want children. That's the thing with LoveSick!Poet though. He is hyperaware and is constantly overthinking, so no matter what you say he'll go on and on about how it's your decision, and that he doesn't want to force anything onto you.

And for LoveSick!Artist, I don't think I have to get to him because he, himself, doesn't want children, so he'd be pleased that you're on the same page. It would be difficult for him if his darling wanted children, seeing as he doesn't, like at all. Overall, I think it wouldn't even be a topic for LoveSick!Artist.

Now, moving onto the menaces, LoveSick!Athlete is far more puppy-like than LoveSick!Knight, who's quite violent and overly aggressive toward everyone.

I've kind of touched on LoveSick!Athlete and pregnancy in this post. Overall, I think that you didn't want children, then, at first, LoveSick!Athlete would accept it, telling you that it's all good, babe, we're so young after all.

But that's at the beginning of your relationship, where he's censoring himself so that you'll be more comfortable with him, not wanting to scare you off so quickly. He'll hide his need from you, ignoring the burning desire in the pit of his stomach whenever he sees you hold a little babe. He'll smile throughout it all, only giving you subtle hints, ones that you won't realize until it's far too late. But as the months go pass and as soon as your relationship gets physical, he's on you.

Now, the two of you are having arguments on whether or not he can go raw. You say no; he says yes. You'll practically give him a whole biology lesson, going on about how it's not safe, even though you're on the pill, but he'll just repudiate it. After all, don't you trust me, babe? I've always pulled out, I can do it again, don't worry. You just have to trust me.

If you're still persistent, he'll just poke holes in the condom, small little pricks will do the trick. A little hole won't do anything, right? You'll notice, obviously, because who wouldn't notice the warm rush you get in your stomach? You'll look up at him, eyes widened in worry and panic. Your mind will begin to spin, flooding with thoughts of all kinds.

You'll pat LoveSick!Athlete's shoulder, trying to get him to pull out, and he'll just tilt his head to the side, furrowing his brows. Of course, he knows what you're panicking about, but he feigns innocence, saying that it must've broke, sweets! Shit, it's okay, I'm sure nothing will happen...

And all you can do is trust him, hoping that what he's saying is true. After all, it's not like he'd ever do anything like that, right? He would never cross that boundary... right?

It'll be like that for months, constant broken condoms, and missing birth control. You'll begin to panic, doubting yourself because how the hell is you're the whole package of pills gone? As for the condoms, you'll begin to buy some yourself, thinking that LoveSick!Athlete must just be buying some crappy brand or something, little do you know that that was never the case.

Moving onto LoveSick!Knight, he'll be a lot less sneaky, not fearing pushing your boundaries whatsoever. He has full control over you, and he knows this full well. He has your father, the king, wrapped around his finger, besides, wouldn't the queen be glad to know that she's expecting grandbabies soon? Yes, she would.

If you don't want children, you don't really have a choice in the matter. Though it would take a long while before he'd ever physically force himself onto you, the peer pressure would settle in far quicker. The whole nation is expecting a child from your marriage. Your father, mama, siblings, lady-in-waiting, everyone is waiting for the announcement.

It keeps you awake at night, pondering over whether or not there's something wrong with you. It's your duty as the next queen, and current princess, to provide an heir to the throne. How could you deprive your people of that right? How could you keep the right of fatherhood from LoveSick!Knight?

Now, if you magically push through the pressure to have a child (you must be some type of superhuman), then you'll be subjected to LoveSick!Knight and his cruel actions. I have no doubt that he'd babytrap you, wanting to lock you with him forever.

Seeing as there's no such thing as condoms or birth control, you have no way of preventing a pregnancy, rather than celibacy. Obviously, LoveSick!Knight won't let you keep your body from him, pressuring you to succumb to your "wifely duties." It's only a matter of time before you get pregnant, seeing as LoveSick!Knight isn't holding back whatsoever, stuffing you full of him, him, him.

Heyyy so I have a itty bitty request for you if you don't mind! I was wondering if you could write something for a reader who's getting courted by the monkeys but just so happens to be MK's mom? 👀🕶️🤏

I absolutely love the way you write them and hope to see you around more often!

-💗

A/N: certainly, thank you for the kind words! I kinda got carried away with the length (also sorry I took so long)

Characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, MK + female!Reader

Wukong

You didn't get along at first

You really didn't like this whole putting the world on the shoulders of your kid

however, after careful consideration, lots of stern talks with the great sage and puppy dog eyes (from both MK and his mentor) you decided to let MK keep training under the Monkey King

Your conversations with Wukong revolved around MK's progress and safety for a while

until one day it developed into more, such as his adventures from back in the day, where you worked, what happened between you and MK's dad, etc

as you got to know each other more and more, soon budding feelings began to rear their heads

When he realized this Wukong had conflicting feelings, to say the least

on one hand, you're a very nice person (not to mention attractive) and a perfect mom to MK

on the other hand, he's been alone for centuries, and he's a bit rusty

cue emotionally repressed monkey panic

after he's done having his moment, he pulls himself together and decides that he's gonna do this right.

So! he starts asking MK about you a whole lot more often

things like what sort of flowers you like, your favorite fruit your favorite color, if you talk about him at all

he thinks he's being subtle

he's not

thankfully, MK can be a bit oblivious

it only takes seeing the great sage in your kitchen one evening, looking at you a lovesick look while you laugh at something he said for MK to finally piece it together

MK.exe has stopped working

he feels weird about it at first but ultimately gives his approval to Wukong and becomes his wingman

Sometimes a family is you, your turned superhuman son, and your thousands of years old celestial monkey husband

Macaque

(before I begin, I simply have to mention that this reminds me of that one TikTok audio "come here you little jerk taste the back of my palm /but you ain't my daddy/ Nah but I'm doing yo mom")

this start is a 100 times rockier than Wukong's

You really don't like him for actively harming your son both mentally and physically

he's not very keen on you either, your mere presence alone makes it harder for him to manipulate MK

After the LBD incident, he tries to make up with you, for MK's sake

you're very hesitant, that is he apologizes for what he's done with the most genuine look you've ever seen on him.

reluctantly you give him a chance and find that he's actually a decent guy when he's not trying to kill your loved ones

you find his humor and sarcasm charming, and love it when he tells you stories with shadow puppets

he starts hanging around more often under the pretext that he's only doing it to please MK, but we all know that's not the only reason

he realized he had feelings for you when he was telling you a story and he glanced at you for a second only to see you with your attention focused solely on him with a soft smile on your pretty face

his heart skipped a beat and words got stuck in his throat

he quickly excused himself and teleported away, leaving you very confused

he rethinks his entire existence (aka emotionally repressed monkey panic 2, now with more edge!)

mentally adds up the pros and cons of getting attached™

you've been good to him thus far and he really likes MK so

congrats now you have a clingy emo monkey after you

he becomes way more physical and teases you way more often

has to hold back purrs and restrain himself from positively combusting when you return his affections

he may be smooth when he dishes them out but he can't handle being on the receiving end of things

MK doesn't catch on until he wins you over, and he finds out in the worst way possible

walking in on you two being affectionate with one another

he's a bit mentally scarred but he'll be fine, eventually

way more hesitant than he'd be with Wukong, but he comes around after you talk to him and he sees how happy Macaque makes you

he does tell the shadow demon that if he hurts you he better watch his back though

Macaque says he'd never dream to, but he gets the idea

Overall? all three of you can get used to this new family dynamic you've got going for yourselves

I’VE ALWAYS BEEN - KIM MINGYU

word count: 1.1k... (mix of sm au and written!)

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader 

synopsis: a snapshot into daily life with your bf mingyu

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, barista!mingyu, bf!mingyu, established relationship

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: my first post for mingyu and it’s my first sm au!! titled after the song i’ve always been by mac ayres, since gyu likes lany i feel like he would like this song since it has a similar vibe.

Mingyu turns off his phone, eagerly waiting for you to finish heading up the stairs so he could bombard you with kisses. Why is a barista so unprofessional at their workplace you ask? Having his boss be his friend Jihoon was always a plus, especially when days were slower. 

You take your final step up the stairs and see Mingyu sitting next to Wonwoo with the biggest grin adorn on his face. You could spot his shiny canines anywhere. Proud of the food you brought, you quickly wave the bag in the air, to which he gives you a thumbs up. 

“What would I do without you Y/N?” He exaggerates, being loud enough for Wonwoo to finally notice your presence. 

Wonwoo’s face becomes more relaxed as he recognizes you and laughs, “That’s why you were suddenly smiling like the Joker.” 

“My smile is charismatic and sexy, nothing like the Joker.” Mingyu huffs, making room for you to sit next to him. He smoothly slides your drink to the spot in front of you, producing more anticipation of how delicious the drink will taste. 

“How do you date someone so conceited Y/N?” Wonwoo asks, entertained by how his friend instantly changed when you were around.

“I mean, he isn’t lying. His smile is charismatic and sexy.” You shrug, finally taking a sip of your boyfriend’s new creation. 

Mingyu loved whenever you backed him up around other people. Sure, when you were alone you typically had more sarcastic banter, but you made certain to express your love for him to others. He was happy you told him to take the love language test when you first started dating because it allowed him to learn more about himself. He could always recall his results being words of affirmation and acts of service whenever he felt giddy at your ability in expressing your feelings towards him. The way you looked out for each other by helping and no words exchanged either, just with simple ways to lift each other’s moods was another way that proved acts of service was his other love language. He waited for your feedback on the drink, but your expression said all that was needed. 

Your eyes widened as you continued to sip on the drink, tapping your feet against the floor in excitement. Letting yourself swallow the sips, you turned to your boyfriend who was clearly on the edge of his seat. “Mingyu, you’ve outdone yourself again! This is my favorite drink now!” 

His elated energy could be felt a mile away and you admired your boyfriend’s radiant self. Returning his question from earlier, you link your arm with his before asking, “What would I do without you?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at the lovesick couple beside him while wordlessly picking up the speed to finish his drink. It was always a mystery to him how you could still be so in love with each other after nearly six years of dating. Glancing at the two of you in your own world, he decided to break up the mood. 

“Our break is ending in three minutes.” He takes the final slurp from his cup, leaving nothing but ice. 

Your eyes both throw daggers at Wonwoo for his unwelcome reminder, but nevertheless soon get over it. “Well, be sure to eat your lunch when you have time!” You order Mingyu, to which he nodded in compliance. 

“I will! Are you going back to our place right away?” He asks, turning his classic puppy dog eyes on. 

“No, don’t worry! I have to get some work done anyway so I thought I would be productive here and we can go home together.” You state, making your boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes disappear as he starts to attack you with kisses.

“That sounds perfect!” He manages to say in between kisses. 

You were beyond flustered at his PDA but still adored him. A timer on his phone goes off, alerting that his break was over and he pulls away from you with a sad expression. 

“Work hard, and try proposing your flan drink for next month’s special!” You encouraged him as he solemnly started walking back to behind the counter.

“No, that drink’s reserved just for you. I’ve always been in love with you and only you get the best.” Mingyu defends, shooting one last smile at you before putting his apron back on and attending to the customers waiting.

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Pairing: vamp!Jinki x Reader Genre: Vampire AU, Fluff Rating: PG Summary: Jinki has a surprise for his favorite human. Word Count: 0.9k Warnings: None, really. Blood drinking mentioned but not done.

A/N: Happy birthday to one of the cutest leaders I know <3

No matter how many times Jinki ran his hands over his cream slacks, he couldn't get rid of the sweaty palms sensation. Sure, his body hadn't produced sweat in centuries but that fact did little to the feeling go away.

Today was the day.

All the paperwork was done. Any registration fees were paid. He just needed to ask you. Make it official on paper.

A quick glance at his watch reminded him that you should be getting off the bus soon. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.. Everything would be alright. Even if you rejected his request, it wouldn't be the end of the world.

You knocked on the door lightly. It'd be difficult, if not impossible, for other people to hear it, but you knew he could be deep in his basement and still pick up the sound. He opened the door and smiled. "____, welcome."

You smiled sweetly and stepped inside. "The storm's starting to kick up. I brought my overnight bag, just in case." You held up the leopard print backpack. "Hope that's okay."

He nodded and closed the door. "Of course it is. I prefer it over traveling so late."

You laughed. "Somehow I knew you'd say that." You stepped close and poked his cheek, eyeing the reaction of his skin. "Hm, you're a little dryer than usual." You stepped back and peeled off your scarf and coat. "Have you been overdoing it again?"

He avoided your perceptive gaze. "It couldn't be helped. I needed to pickup documents and return them as quickly as possible."

You sighed and turned on your heel. "Then we should go ahead and get started." You beckoned him to follow with a few curls of your finger. Like a lovesick puppy, his feet obeyed. It wasn't until you pulled your shirt collar away from your throat that he even noticed you were seated, waiting for him to drink his fill.

"Oh, no." He shook his head to clear away the fog. "I wanted to talk with you first."

"Oh?" You blinked then let go of your shirt. "What about? Is it my work schedule? I can request to get off earlier, but I'm not sure my boss will allow it."

"Well, yes but not exactly." He went to his desk and plled out the contract he picked up from H&V Resources. "You made a comment last month about how it'd be easier to be a live-in donor--"

"You glanced at him then at the papers in his hand before jumping to your feet. "Is that--" Fear and sorrow flowed from your pores like a thick, bitter syrup completely unlike your usual light floral scent. "Oh. I-I didn't mean to upset or offend you. It's just been a mess at work and being with--I'm mean, around you--Oh, God. Please don't fire me--"

He shushed you with a cold fingertip against your trembling lips. "I wouldn't dream of it." When he was certain you'd calmed down, he held up the papers. "It took me a while to get permission and the permits, but I'd like to ask you to be my personal live-in donor."

Your jaw dropped.

"As you said then, it'd be much easier if you lived here with me." He gestured to your surroundings. "I have plenty of space. I'm offering a six-figure salary as well as health and life insurance." He passed the papers to you.

"Mr. Lee, that's a lot of money."

"I realize that. That's why I hoped to have you take on the role as my personal assistant with my company as well. You could help me avoid 'overdoing it,' as you say. It'd benefit you as I wouldn't need to feed as often." When that thoughtful look settled on your face as you flipped through the pages, the sweaty palms came back. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Feel free to take your time to look over--"

"Where's a pen?" You searched the top of his desk and found one. Before he thought to stop you, you were going through and signing and initialing wherever highlighted.

"I-I thought you'd want to take your time to read it thoroughly." It was a lot to process given all the disastrous ways he imagined things turning out.

"It's a no-brainer. I hate my other job and we get along great. On top of that, you're essentially offering a way to turn my life around. Even one year working for you would pay off my debts." Your words were rushed and your hand shook as you blitzed through the contract. "Imagine me being able to lease a car!"

Your happiness was contagious, treating him to a richer flavor of your scent he'd never experienced. "I'd be happy to help you get a car. I could also loan you one of mine as a company car."

You paused and looked at him with a mixture of shock and glee. "I've never had a car with a company car before." Doubt flittered through your mind. "Are you sure you want me for this?" Worry filled your eyes and it melted his heart.

"____, dear. May I be brutally honest with you?" When you nodded he took one of your hands in his. "You are one of the most brilliant, endearing, and compassionate people I've ever met. There's no one else I trust, or want, to give this position to."

"Thank you so much." You blushed then returned to the contract. You scribbled your name on the final page and handed the stack to him. "It'll be a pleasure living with you."

He chuckled and accepted the contract. "I'm almost positive the pleasure will be all mine."

Midnight

Remus Lupin x reader. It’s just a lovesick Remus eating you out, lol.

a/n: another soft smut because you guys seem to love those (as do I). 

word count: 2.6k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: oral (fem receiving); kissing; cursing. If I missed anything let me know!

Masterlist  

The only sound heard in the room was the sharp turning of pages every few minutes and the sound of your boyfriend’s hand running softly along your thigh. It’s late and the only source of light is from the lamp on the nightstand of your bedroom. Remus is laid on his back, knees bent as you sit beside him, backed propped on his thighs. Your right elbow rests on his stomach as you hold a book in your hands.

You’re so content in this moment, can feel the steady rise and fall of Remus’ chest as he breathes, can feel the way his hand softly trails up and down the side of your thigh, occasionally letting his nails drag along the skin erupting goosebumps in their wake, and he lets his hand wander absent-mindedly under the fabric of your sheer nightgown every so often. 

Remus has his eyes closed, a whisper of a smile on his face as he basks in your presence. Quality time is definitely one of his love languages, and he feels like if there is a heaven, this is it. You read the novel in your head, lips moving every so often as you move along the pages. 

The book is a muggle one, about some man who tries to recreate life, but his creation turns out to be a monster. It’s certainly a strange book, but you’re so engrossed in it that you can’t seem to put it down, keep telling yourself one more chapter but you’ve said that for the last four chapters and here you are still reading. In the back of your head, you’re aware that it’s approaching midnight, that Remus may want to get some sleep sometime soon, but surely if that was the case he would tell you, so you keep reading. 

Remus, on the other hand, is not tired. He enjoys these quiet moments when he can be with you, be in your presence, and he looks at you; you are so beautiful to him in this moment. You’re beautiful to him in every moment, actually, but something as simple as this - the fact that you’re comfortable enough with him, love him enough to just sit and read a book in your bed while he watches you, makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. He looks at your face; the slope of your nose and the way your hair is slightly messy but it adds to the look; the way your lips move every so often as you mouth the words on the page; the way your neck is exposed and the way he can see your shoulders due to the spaghetti straps on your nightgown. 

Speaking of nightgown, Remus lets his eyes wander lower and he can see the outline of your breasts beneath it. Your sleep attire does nothing to hide them, really, and not that he minds - he would look at you all day if he could. He can see how your nipples poke through the fabric, and he resists the urge to bring his hand up and run his thumbs over them, can picture the way your back arches when he does so, and can practically hear the pretty sighs that leave your mouth. His mouth waters and he wants to lean forward, wants to capture them one by one between his lips, lick and suck them until you’re a whining mess, wants to put you on his thigh so you can get the friction you’ll be begging for between your legs.

But, you’re busy, and he can tell you’re fully invested in the novel. He’s read Frankenstein before of course, it’s one of his favorites. He’s aware of the time and thinks that he would be doing you a favor really, telling you to put down the book so you can get your beauty sleep. He’s more than willing to help you relax, and if you say you’re not tired he’s definitely willing to help you get there; would let you lie there, all pretty, reading your scary book as his head is buried between your thighs. He desperately wants to feel the way they shake in his grasp as he holds you down, desperately wants to hear the way your moans grow louder and louder as you get closer and closer to cumming. 

You turn a page, and you feel Remus’ hands glide up your arms and slip his fingers under the straps of your nightgown and he tugs them down your arms so quickly you don’t have time to think. Your breasts are exposed, hard nipples begging to be put between his lips. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, and you close the book around your thumb, looking to your boyfriend. But he’s not looking at you - well not looking at your face. His eyes are trained downward, taking in the way your breasts moved due to his sudden movements. He’s hungry now - the beast inside not allowing him to ignore his desires anymore. 

“Just keep reading,” is all he says, and he brings both hands to either breast. He cups them, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

You huff, but do as he says, opening your book back up to find where you left off. It’s very hard to keep reading about this poor man and his awful life, especially when you feel Remus’ thumbs swipe over your nipples. You shiver, but try your best to not give him a reaction. 

But he felt the way your body reacts to his touch and it fuels him to keep going. He can hear your breath hitch every time his thumbs pass over the sensitive buds, and when he makes a particularly hard swipe, he can feel the way your body twitches. He returns to just massaging your breasts, molding them in his palm, and squeezing them. He absolutely loves your tits, is fucking obsessed with them. 

You’re no longer reading now, just staring at the page as you refuse to look at your boyfriend. He loves to hear you beg, to hear you tell him how much you want him, but you’re not giving in this time. He wants you to keep reading, so that’s all he’ll get from you. 

It’s not until Remus returns his attention back to your sensitive nipples, rubbing his thumbs in circles, mimicking the way he would your clit, that you’re breathing has picked up and you can feel the tension grow between your thighs. You can feel the slick that’s between your folds and sooner than later it’ll become apparent to Remus if it isn’t already - damn his lycanthrope senses. 

But it feels so good, his thumbs applying the perfect amount of pressure over the stiff peaks of your breast before he brings his index finger up and pinches them firmly.

That tears a gasp from your throat, and you drop the book as your head falls back on your shoulders because he keeps pinching them, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. 

This makes Remus extremely happy; the little gasps that leave your throat on every breath, especially the sharp, louder one, that escapes you as he tugs them, makes him fill with pride. He loves seeing you like this - head back, filled with pleasure because of him - and yes, he can smell the arousal between your legs, and he very desperately wants to taste it on his tongue. 

He keeps abusing your poor nipples, relishing in the way your moans grow louder and more desperate as he pinches and tugs. Your book is long forgotten now, thrown to the side as you keep your back arched so your boyfriend can keep playing with your tits. 

Your eyes are closed, so you don’t see him when he leans forward and captures your left nipple between his lips. He flicks his tongue over the bud and then he sucks and lets his teeth tease them slightly. 

You gasp and bring your hand to thread through his hair as he continues to lap at your breast. Your core is aching for attention now, you want to reach down and touch yourself but you know Remus doesn’t like when you do, doesn’t like when “you touch what isn’t yours without permission.” 

Remus switches to give your right nipple the same treatment, replacing his mouth on the left one with his fingers to continue playing with it. You whine, thrust your breasts into his face even more as you whimper, “Remus.” He hums, mouth still nibbling at your tit.

You whine again, “please touch me.” But you know you weren’t specific enough, can almost anticipate when he says:

“I am touching you, baby.” His mouth has finally taken mercy on your nipple, wet and raw from his biting. He leans up to then capture your lips between his own, a messy, wet kiss where you waste no time licking into his mouth. Your hand is still in his hair, pulling, desperate for him to go lower, to kiss you everywhere. 

You sigh in exasperation, you’re so riled up and you don’t appreciate his teasing, why can’t he just give you what you want? 

He gives your left nipple a particularly hard pinch, and you whimper as he snarks, “Don’t get an attitude with me, little girl.” 

You look at him and try to give him your best puppy dog eyes, your bottom lip is jutted out into a pout, and you bring your hands to cup his face as you speak, “Help me.”

His eyes soften at your helpless expression, at the ways your eyes round out as you look at him in desperation. He wants to keep egging you on; wants you to beg, but he also wants to finally get to taste the slick that he just knows has seeped through your panties.

So, he instructs you to lie down, doesn’t even glance at your wet panties as he slides them down your legs as he’s too busy devouring your mouth, licking all over. He licks along your jaw, your neck, your chest, and then returns his mouth to your breasts that are still exposed from earlier. You arch your back, moans slipping past your lips as you run your hands through Remus’ hair. 

He has one leg between your own, and he presses his knee up against your needy cunt. Your hips shoot up at the contact, and normally you would be more embarrassed by shamelessly humping your boyfriend’s thigh, but you’re so turned on that all you can feel is the sparks of pleasure that shoot through your body every time your clit rubs against the fabric of Remus’ sweatpants. 

Remus pulls back from your tits, removes his leg from your pussy, and groans at the wet spot that’s on his sweats. He moves down your body to lie between your spread thighs. You are dripping; your folds are glistening in the low light of the room, and he can see how more of your arousal comes out as you move your hips up again, silently begging him to touch you. 

He brings his hands to your core, uses his thumbs to open you up. You squirm; it’s embarrassing, having him look at your most intimate parts like this - like he’s just examining you - but you suddenly can’t think anymore as he places a firm kiss on your clit, then wraps his lips around it and sucks. 

You moan loudly, your cunt is extra sensitive from Remus teasing. You can hear the sound his mouth makes as he sucks and it makes you moan again. He groans around your clit; he’s been waiting to taste you, and now that he has you, he’s eating you out like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to. 

“Remus,” you say. You’re gasping for breath, and Remus is holding you down - there’s no way for you to move as his strong arms are wrapped around your thighs, hands pressed flat against your mound, pulling it taut to expose more of you to him as his tongue slides up and down your cunt. He hums, and it causes you to jerk again, one of your hands holding his hair firmly in your grasp, the other is cupping your tit, squeezing the plush fat and pinching your nipple as Remus sucks at your clit again. “Oh, fuck” you pant. 

He breaks away at that, knowing you’re close, can feel the way your pussy clenches around his tongue as he thrusts it in and out. His thumb takes over rubbing your clit as he speaks, “gonna cum for me, baby?” His voice is husky, and it sends a shiver down your spine as it arches once more, your thighs beginning to shake as your orgasm approaches. 

“Uh-huh,” you say, not able to form appropriate words as you’re too busy focusing on the way his thumb presses hard against your clit, tongue licking your fluttering hole as he pushes inside once more. He groans as he feels your walls clench around him in time with the swipes of his thumb. 

You look down at him, at the way his eyes are closed in contentment, and your mouth drops open as you moan deeply. Your breathing picks up, fighting hard to keep your eyes open as you watch your boyfriend fuck you with his tongue. “Oh, please,” you whine as Remus speeds up the circles he’s rubbing against your clit. 

Remus looks up at you then, and that’s what does it for you, the image of your boyfriend tongue-fucking you as he stares into your eyes is burned in your mind as your orgasm racks through your body. 

Remus groans as he feels you cum, your taste flooding his sense ten-fold as your cunt clenches around his tongue. He wants to take a picture - wants to remember this moment so he could show you how amazing you look when you cum: head thrown back, eyes shut tightly as your open mouth releases moan after moan. 

He brings his mouth back up to your clit to suck on it to prolong your orgasm as much as possible. Your hand has a tight grip in his hair but he doesn’t mind, knows you need something to ground you in this moment. 

“Holy shit,” you whisper as you look back down to your boyfriend. You find his eyes still on you, sucking at your bundle of nerves that is entirely too sensitive right now - so you push his head away, listen to the way his mouth pops off your messy pussy. 

He kisses his way back up your body and once he’s hovering over your face you open your mouth, and Remus understands what you want, brings the saliva in his mouth to his lips, and spits into your waiting mouth. He barely gives you time to swallow before he crashes his lips onto yours. 

“I love you so much,” you say as you pull away; breathless. You look into each other’s eyes as your chest heaves up and down, the remnants of your orgasm still coursing through you.

Remus pecks your lips softly, staying close to them as he returns the sentiment. “I love you, too. So much.” 

“I’m tired now,” you say, and Remus laughs softly.

He smiles at you adoringly, “Let’s go to sleep, then.” 

You nod, and Remus kisses you one last time. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight,” you say.

He slides off of you, reaches over, and turns off the lamp. 

synopsis: it’s a tragic case of boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl has a boyfriend. [un]luckily for you, semi doesn’t play by the rules... and you don’t really want him to.

tagged: semi eita x reader, fluff, mediocre writing.

commitment level: 2,583 words.

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They say young love is a rite of passage. They say it’s fresh and light, it’s wading in the shallows of a swiftly flowing river and letting the deliciously frigid water take you wherever it flows. They say young love comes easily. 

But they don’t tell you youth is not a remedy for pain. They don’t tell you the cold of that water burns your skin, too — it leaves your fingertips numb and kisses your palms an angry red. They say “it’s just puppy love,” but they don’t tell you puppies grow into wolves. 

+

You’re eighteen when you first meet Semi Eita, and he’s twenty-two. It’s not a highly significant age gap, but it’s noticeable enough. 

“She’s a baby,” he says, eyes grey as the southern sea and just as unforgiving. Though he’s young, the weight of an iron giant rests on his slender shoulders. 

“She’s talented, Semi,” says Akamine, tone wheedling. He fiddles with the lapels of his coat — it’s Italian, all cream silk and bronze buttons. “She’s capable.” 

Twenty year old Akamine Keo is a trust-fund kid, born into the arms of an oil empire he’ll someday fall heir to. He’s charming, clever, and sweet, with distinctly expensive good looks, fine features and black hair like raven’s feathers. He also happens to be your boyfriend. 

“That means nothing,” Semi says, peering into your face. An uncomfortable chill tickles the back of your neck as you fight the urge to look away. “There are toddlers who can shred Led Zeppelin, but they’re not musicians. They’re puppets controlled by overzealous tiger moms. They can’t take the heat of the real industry.”

“I can take the heat.” Your words bleed out heavy and sharp, a rough gash through the palpably thick tension. Fingernails leaving painful half-moons on your palms, you clench and unclench your fists down at your sides. “And I can sure as hell shred better than any toddler.”

For a split second, surprise flashes across Semi’s face, only to be quickly replaced by a wry smile. “Brave.” 

You stare at him, lips sucked in and eyes narrowed as Akamine slings an arm over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your temples. 

“See?” he says with a laugh. “She’s talented, capable, and brave.”

“Well,” says Semi, drawing the word out. He cocks his head, giving you one last hard once-over, before extending a hand for a firm shake. “We’ll see. I’ll give you two months. A trial.” 

You accept this compromise, returning the shake. Semi’s still skeptical, you can tell, but you make a vow to yourself — you’re about to blow this sonuvabitch out of the water. As Akamine crows in delight, Semi’s eyes don’t leave yours. 

Good luck, they seem to be saying. You’ll need it. 

You smile, and he smiles back. 

I won’t. 

+

Semi’s a phenomenal bassist. When you’d first started dating Akamine and he’d just joined Semi’s band, he could scarcely shut up about it — “His name’s Semi Eita, and I swear he’s got magic in those fingers, babe.” 

Well, Semi Eita’s about to be dethroned, because your fingers are magic, too. 

For those two months, you’re the band’s lead guitarist, and you pass Semi’s test with flying colors. It takes a couple weeks to fall into step with the other guys — Semi on bass, Akamine on drums, and a quiet college kid called Yasuda on keys — but you’re a quick study, and soon you’re a cornerstone, expertly weaving searing arpeggios of dashed dreams and fiery hopes up and down the band’s underlying tunes. 

(You should’ve seen it coming.)

You and Semi somehow become co-songwriters. He has a knack for melodies, and you have a knack for lyrics. Akamine doesn’t seem to mind the long hours you spend in Semi’s company, working in a whirlwind of messy notes and empty energy drink cans — he trusts you. 

(Sometimes you feel like maybe he shouldn’t.)

“What do you think of this?” Semi says, idly twirling a pencil between his fingers. It’s 10pm on a Friday night, and you’re stretched out on his couch, inhaling chow mein from a greasy paper box. “For the second verse, I mean.” 

“Lemme see,” you say around a mouthful of noodles, snatching the paper from his hand. You furrow your brow. “‘Tear me open like a scarlet letter, cruelly addressed ‘return to sender…’’ Jeez, Semi. Who hurt you?” 

Semi scowls. “It’s a breakup song, isn’t it? It’s supposed to hurt.” 

“You might consider being a little more… subtle,” you suggest, offering him a fortune cookie. He takes it and sets it aside.

“Heartbreak isn’t subtle,” he says, shooting you a look that speaks of throbbing phantom wounds. “It cuts deep. All the way down to the heart. Hence the name heartbreak.” 

“Wow. I had no idea,” you say drily. You swing your legs over the couch and sit upright, snatching his pencil. “I just think we should tackle this with nuance, not just write another ‘eff you’ ballad.” 

“This world can always use another ‘eff you’ ballad,” Semi says humorlessly, resting his chin in his hand. 

You regard his suddenly silent demeanor as he stares, unseeing, out the window. It’s dark outside, and it’s a darkness that speaks less of peaceful sleep and more of emptiness. 

You sigh, nudging him with your foot. “What was her name?” 

“What?”

“Her name. This demon of a girl that hurt you so badly.” 

For a moment, it seems he’s going to argue, to deny ever being afflicted with something so childish as lovesickness. Then he runs a defeated hand through his hair and shakes his head, laughing. “You’re too curious for your own good.”

You wait. There’s a brief, uncomfortable silence as Semi chews his lip.

“...Her name was Aiko,” he says finally, inspecting his nails with a faux nonchalance. “Smokin’ hot. Met her in music school three or so years ago, I think — she was a TA, a few years older than I was.”

“Older women, huh?” you tease. This is new territory — you’re dipping a toe into the forbidden arena of flirtation. A shadow of guilt creeps into the back of your mind as you think of Akamine, but the bright light of Semi’s crooked grin swiftly flushes it away.

“Yeah,” he says, leaning over to flick your leg. “I don’t date babies like you.” 

“Maybe you should consider it,” you say, unthinking. Semi stares at you, eyebrow raised, and you flush, frantically backtracking. “Not me specifically. I’m just saying — well, I mean, ‘cause this Aiko chick was such a bad time and everything.” 

“If you have a crush on me, just admit it,” Semi says. You’re sure it’s meant to come across jokingly, but the way he’s eyeing you twists your stomach into a pleasurable knot. Then he sighs, leaning back on his arms. “She was a great time, actually. It’s the ending that sucked ass.” 

The question lingers at the tip of your tongue, hesitant like an ill-trained acrobat, but before it even attempts the leap, Semi answers.

“It burned.” He looks straight at you, and you can taste the bitterness in his words. “It burned, and not a day goes by that I can’t remember how awful it felt.” 

+

That’s the first of the many secrets you trade with him. 

Later that night, you tell Semi about your first kiss, about how the recipient smelled like Old Spice and tasted like chapstick, how he walked you to your front door and introduced himself to your mom. About how he took your virginity six months later, and how you soon realized there are some things in life you don’t get an exchange receipt for. 

Semi tells you his favorite color is green, and that outer space scares him more than anything. (He doesn’t like thinking about life in other galaxies because he can hardly handle thinking about life right here.)

You tell him you like milk tea with 75% sweetness, and he promises he’ll take you to his favorite cafe sometime. (“Not a date,” he assures you, and you internally scold yourself for wishing it was one.)

He says he once accidentally kicked a stray cat while trying to find a volleyball he lost in the bushes near his house, and that’s why he considers himself a cat person now: as repentance. (He has a pet cat called Haru, and he shows you a picture — Haru is small and black with bright yellow eyes. You say he’s cute, but Semi corrects you: “Not cute. Fierce.”) 

You say you used to wish life had a restart button, so you could turn back time and dance through each year without making a single mistake.

Semi says he still wishes that. 

(Another thing they don’t tell you is how secrets are really currency. Secrets can’t help but pay for familiarity, and familiarity often leads to something more.)

+

It’s a couple weeks later when you have your first gig. It’s at a bar downtown, and Yasuda nabs fakes for you and Akamine, though you don’t plan on drinking. Not much, anyways. 

(Speaking of Akamine, your relationship with him has grown strained over the past month. He’s stretched himself thin between the band and his business degree, and you — well, whenever your phone pings, you can’t stop hoping it’s from Semi.)

Five minutes before show time, Semi turns to you, eyes wide. “We don’t have a band name.” 

“What?”

“We don’t have a band name.” He looks around, frantically trying to draw inspiration from something in the dimly lit bar. “Quick, think of something.” 

So you think for a moment, chewing your inner cheek, before reaching out and tugging on Semi’s sleeve. “Paper.”

“Paper?”

“Paper.”

Paper is fragile, it’s thin, it’s easy to come by. But it’s also a world of potential on one sheet, a story waiting to be written. 

When the bar owner walks onto the stage and introduces the band, you know you’ve made the right decision. And from the glittering smile Semi flashes you before nodding at Akamine to count you in, you know he thinks so too. 

The show goes on without a hitch, and even though the bar is far from packed, you’re just as proud as you’d be playing in a stadium of screaming fans. The air smells of stale whiskey and fresh beginnings, and as your fingers dance up and down your Gibson’s fretboard, you hear colors — rich teal, smooth mahogany, creamy gold and silver brighter than the stars. Akamine keeps the rhythm like a war drum, and Semi, as always, is perfect. Yasuda, doubling as the main vocalist, sings until his voice gets wonderfully low and raspy, keyboard taking some of the heat as he grins back at you, mouthing how badly his throat hurts.

You’re sweaty when the set’s done, and Akamine buys you a drink, giving you a quick, half-hearted kiss and a tired smile.

Akamine’s always been kind to you.

“I gotta go,” he says, squeezing your hand. “Essay due tomorrow at ten.” 

He looks so genuinely sorry to leave, you almost feel guilty. 

+

You’re packing up your amps into the back of Semi’s van, alone in the parking lot save for the moon many miles above, hanging bright and full in a clear sky. The moon has seen all your most indulgent sins, and she’s going to see one more tonight.

“You did well.” Semi heaves the last of the equipment into his truck before turning to you, wiping his palms on his jeans. “Consider me impressed.”

“Why, thank you,” you say, giving him a mock bow. “So glad I’ve finally managed to impress the Semi Eita.” 

He regards you for a moment, arms crossed. A small sigh escapes his lips. It’s both a sigh of resignation and one of anticipation. 

Then, in one smooth motion, he steps close, reaches out, and pulls you close by the waist. 

You stare up at him, all too aware of the heat radiating from his body. His skin is burning, and his cologne is different from Akamine’s — it’s not expensive, it’s not a multilayered, deep, woody scent. It’s cheap, the sort of cologne a struggling musician can afford, but it smells of home.

“Forgive me for what I’m about to do,” he whispers, sliding a hand up your jaw to cup your face. His hair glows silver and ghostly under the streetlamps. 

“And what are you about to do?” Your voice is deadly quiet, and your chest feels a deathly cold despite Semi’s proximity, refusing to thaw as you await his answer. 

“Kiss you absolutely senseless.” 

Semi’s never been one to make empty promises, and right now is no exception. He presses his lips to yours and you immediately melt into his arms, suddenly craving him and only him. You’re not entirely sure how you’ve managed to avoid devouring him whole up until this point, because he kisses like Eros, full of pomegranate seeds and crimson blossoms, of days spent in clandestine bliss. He kisses like a man on death row, desperate and longing, hands squeezing your waist like your body is his only anchor to life itself. 

Semi Eita wants to be a rockstar, but right now he’s just a boy kissing a girl he’s bound to fall deeply, inexplicably in love with. 

When he finally breaks away, you’re breathless, staring up at him like you’ve just seen an angel. Your hands are still curled in the front of his shirt, you’re still standing on tiptoe, lips just inches from his. 

“Semi…” You swallow hard. “Akamine’s a good guy… I can’t.”

Semi tenses his jaw, taking a finger to lift your chin. “Then why are you looking at me like that?” 

Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Like what?”

“Like you’re hungry.” 

He’s got you there. 

You’re standing on a balance beam splitting two vastly different worlds. On one side there’s the known: Akamine and his bright, blue-eyed optimism, his willingness to shoulder burdens he shouldn’t have to. There’s his sweet touch and soft kisses, his firm words of reassurance and his sunny laughter shedding light on your hidden depths. 

The known is comforting. It’s familiar. 

But on the other side… there’s the unknown. There’s Semi Eita in all his scalded glory, his sharp tongue and headstrong determination. There’s his burning touch, his fingers leaving scorch marks on your cheek and his lips depositing glowing embers in your mouth, ready to ignite at a single inflammatory word. There’s his moonstone enigma, the shadow underlying his every sentence like smudged eyeliner. 

The unknown is frightening, almost overwhelmingly so… but there’s something in you, something willful and terribly thirsty, that draws you to this unknown and the possibility of knowing it. 

“Because I am.” 

And you grab his face and pull it down to yours, impatient, frustrated by months of dancing around that painfully tangible attraction, that magnetism — finally, you allow yourself to fall, hurtling through a chasm of fallen stars and ancient suns, hanging on to nothing but Semi and his carefully guarded secrets. 

You kiss him hard, pouring your soul into his mouth, all your youthful doubt and hope. You knot your fingers in his hair, and he pulls you into his chest, pressing your body so close it’s as if he wants to make it a part of himself. 

And when you part for the second time, chest heaving, you know you’ve fallen completely, entirely, without a doubt. 

“Wanna Dance?” - Alice Cullen

Request: heyaaa! can you make alice x fem reader imagine in which the reader is a new cullen family member and as the time goes realizes that she is in love with Alice and decides to tell her at edward's wedding night? that would be so cute, imagine they both in a pretty dress and such. 🥺 💞

After what feels like years, but truly was only weeks-- it was finally the night before Bella and Edward’s wedding. Alice recruited me to be her right-hand-man, as she was planning the entire thing. Living with the Cullens for the last year was truly an other worldly experience, but I had never expected one of us to marry a human. Mostly because almost all of us already had found our mates. 

Almost. 

Thankfully, Carlisle and Esme took me in about a year ago as I was a stray newborn-- unsure of my creator, lost in the world. I had no idea what I had become. Jasper was an incredible help in getting through my newborn stage-- as was Alice.

They arrived at the Cullens’ home decades ago, Alice knowing what was in store for them. She knew Jasper would find his mate here eventually, so it was up to her to bring him there. Eventually, he did find his mate, Tanya. Then it left her and Edward in search of a mate. Finally, Edward met Bella, leaving just Alice to be the only one left. 

I immediately felt so drawn to Alice, knowing deep down that she was probably my mate-- however she showed no interest other than being my friend. I always thought she was my mate, but if she were-- wouldn’t it be mutual? Wouldn’t we be soul mates? I must be misreading what I’m feeling, that or I am just really cursed. 

Could I be cursed? 

I sit on the porch outside wondering this to myself before I hear the soft footsteps of the gorgeous vampire in question. Her scent driving me to a place of pure ecstasy. 

“So, are you excited for tomorrow?” She cheerfully asks me.

“Yeah, for sure. We’re going to do her makeup right, Rose has got her hair?” I inquire, trying to keep a conversation going, trying not to wallow. 

“Yes. I can’t wait. I love weddings.” She giggles. 

And for one second, our eyes met. I felt everything around me stop, just like usual. 

And in that moment, I knew for sure Alice was always going to be everything I would ever need. I just wish she felt the same. 

“Yeah, me too. Though I’ve only been to like two, I think.” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Oh yes, I forget how young you are sometimes.” She laughs lowly. 

“Yeah, just me. Only a fresh twenty. Haven’t surpassed decades yet.” I chime in. 

She smiles at me before I look off into the treeline. The atmosphere between us is dead quiet, despite an owl we hear in the distance. Even though it is quiet, I feel at peace knowing Alice is only a mere few feet from me. 

We sit in silence for a few moments before Esme calls me inside.

“(Y/N), if you don’t mind, would you like to accompany me on a walk?” She offers. 

Esme had become like a second mother to me. I appreciate everything her and Carlisle have done for me. She was always my shoulder to cry on, when I first turned and now-- knowing my predicament and supporting me the best she could. 

I always told her to never tell me anything on Alice’s end, as I couldn’t possibly handle to hear it. Anything Alice felt, or did not feel, I wanted to hear from Alice. Not Esme, Edward, Carlisle, or anyone else. I appreciated the secrecy the three provided me. Jasper definitely felt my feelings, but always kept it to himself, never mentioning it once. I thank him for that more often than I would like to admit. 

Though her and I would go hunting or on little trips together quite often, I knew she was here to save me from this situation. She knew how I felt in times like these, the awkward silence. 

“Of course.” I look up at her and nod. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Alice says before I leave. 

“Bright and early.” I smile at her. 

I walk off into the treeline following a smiling Esme. We sped off into the night until we get to my favorite clearing, just before hitting Canada. 

“So, how are you?” She asks me. 

“I’m okay, I just don’t understand anything anymore. Sometimes I think she really is my mate, other times I think that if she were I wouldn’t be sitting in this situation. Unless I’m cursed and my mate doesn’t feel the same.” I look at her with sad eyes. 

“Oh honey, you aren’t cursed.” She hugs me, pulling me in tight. 

“It feels like it.” I tell her honestly. 

“I know, but things will make sense soon. I know it’s hard right now. You’re going through so much right now. And with the wedding I know you’ll have a hard time because all of the people there. I know you’ll do great. We all do. But don’t let this hurt you too much, you’re gonna have fun tomorrow. You’ll have fun with all of us, especially Alice.” She smiled and winked at me. 

“Thank you Esme. I’m really nervous about tomorrow. For Alice reasons, and people reasons. But I think I’ve got the vampire thing under control, it’s just the Alice thing that gets me out of it.” I look at her, hope leaving my eyes by the second. 

“Oh honey, don’t mope. I hate to see you so sad. You’re going to be so happy soon, I just know it. You just have to let yourself, stop being so scared!” She encourages me. 

“I’ll try, Esme. Thank you.” I look at her loving eyes before giving her another tight hug. 

“Now, let’s go have some fun before tomorrow. I think I smell a bear.” She wiggles her eyebrows. 

“Emmett would be so proud.” I giggle.

We take off into the night, running around and killing time. Filling my hunger in hopes that I feel no temptation at tomorrow’s big event. 

THE WEDDING 

As I walked into the room where Bella was getting ready with Alice and Rosalie, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I feared to see Alice, being so hypersensitive in this moment. 

I look over at Bella first, as she was the bride, but if I were to be honest all I could think about was Alice. Bella looked absolutely stunning, but it was time for Alice and I to do her makeup. 

“What did I say about beauty sleep?” Alice scolds Bella, referencing the undereye bags on the tired girl’s face, earning a chuckle from everyone. 

“You look beautiful Bella, don’t listen to that.” I tell her. 

Alice looks up at me, smiling a little more than usual. She probably was just extra excited for the wedding we had spent an unspeakable amount of hours planning. Her beauty only accentuated in her purple dress and makeup-- I didn’t think it was possible for someone to look this good.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Bella smiles at me. 

We begin to do her makeup, Rosalie does her hair, and then help her with her dress. Eventually her parents come knocking to see their daughter in her wedding dress, before the big day officially begins. 

We excuse ourselves and leave them to it, heading outside to greet everyone. 

I talk to the Denali cousins, make my rounds, and even say hi to Seth and Billy. Despite some of the tensions the two families have had, I personally love the pack; they were amazing. I spent a lot of time with Emmett and Rosalie too, given that Alice was running around making sure everything went according to plan. 

“So, how long are you going to torture yourself for?” Rosalie asks me with a slight grimace. 

“What? What do you mean?” I ask confused. 

“Well, I mean you pining over Alice is fun and all, but how long can you torture yourself for?” Emmett chimes in, laughing. 

“Wait, what?” I pretend to not know what they’re referring to; secretly worrying about them knowing. 

“Well, you spend every moment together. You seem like a lost puppy when she’s not around. Everything about you gives off a lovesick puppy.” Rosalie giggles.

“Is it that bad?” I ask, wincing at the thought of it being as obvious as they’re making it seem.

“Oh, it’s worse.” Emmett laughs. 

“No, but really. I think it’s time you finally said something. I can’t stand looking at this anymore.” Rosalie shoves her glass of champagne near mine, encouraging me to do something. 

“Do you think I really should?” I ask nervously. 

“Please. If you don’t, I will; and believe me you don’t want that.” Emmett teased. 

He was right, I don’t want that. I can’t even imagine that nightmare. I would have to do something myself. 

Soon after, it was finally time for the ceremony. It was absolutely beautiful to stand beside my family, watching my brother and his new bride tie the knot. If I could cry, I would. 

It was time for dancing and everyone had a group or partner. I sat at the table, realizing how lonely it made me feel. Up until I saw Alice’s hand reaching for mine to grab a hold of. 

“Wanna dance?” She asked me, smiling as beautiful as always. 

“Of course.” I grab her hand and she pulls me onto the dance floor. 

We start dancing to the music, it felt so right to be so close to her. 

“Alice, I have to be honest.” I tell her, I’m sure if I could feel nauseous, my whole world would be spinning. 

“Please do.” She smiles. 

“I love you. I love you, like a lot.” I manage to spit out. 

What happened next almost knocked me on my ass. She grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me. Suddenly, we weren’t dancing anymore, it was like nobody else existed in this moment. 

“I love you, too. I was waiting for you to finally say something about it, (Y/N).” She giggles.

“What? You knew?” I ask shocked, but still smiling ear to ear at her words. 

“(Y/N), you remember I see the future right?” She laughs. 

“Yeah, I just figured you didn’t know because you never said anything!” 

“Well, I wanted you to decide your future, (Y/N). I didn’t want to tell you your future, I needed to know you wanted it for you.” She smiles wide, looking deep into my eyes. 

“Alice, I wish I knew earlier. I love you so much.” I say before I pull her into another kiss. 

“We have a lot of time to make up for.” She teases. 

I look over and see Esme smiling at me like the happy mother she is. I smile right back, to which she gives me a nice thumbs up in return. 

I could get used to kissing Alice, thank goodness I have eternity to do it. 

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Word Count: 1817 

Sorry for the long wait anon, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request!!

Hands to Yourself | JJ Maybank

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: You have a small crush on JJ. You’re also in major denial about why he can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Warnings: none

Being a Pogue had a lot of downfalls. Pogue status meant you probably had a very unfortunate financial status, and maybe even an unfortunate family dynamic. But being a Pogue guaranteed one thing: you had amazing friends. Friends that were basically family.

“Hey!” Kiara’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, catching your attention as she ran down the pier to where you sat perched on the edge. You smiled and greeted her in return, watching as she plopped down beside you. She cast her feet over the side to hang just above the water’s surface, matching your own pose.

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking over your shoulder to see if the other Pogues were on their way.

“I think John B and Sarah should be here soon, he was picking her up from the other side of the island.” Kiara shrugged, before a wicked smirk crossed her face as she eyed you. “Don’t worry, JJ will be here soon. And Pope, too, if you were concerned about him.”

“I wasn’t… worried.” You scoff, trying to force down your smile. Your gaze flickered from Kiara’s eyes to the body of water in front of you. “And I have no idea why you’d think I’m more concerned with JJ’s whereabouts than Pope’s.”

Kiara snorted, rolling her eyes and shifting her position on the dock to face you.

“What?” You press, beginning to worry if your feelings for JJ were starting to show. You tried not to like him in that way, hoping that it was just a fluke and that your feelings would go away, but they persisted.

“Nothing, nothing! I’ve just seen the way you look at…” Her sentence fades out at the sound of advancing footsteps on the dock, running at top speed. You barely begin to turn around before a pair of hands slam down on your shoulders and start shaking you back and forth. Instinctively, your hands shoot up to cover the ones on your shoulders.

“Seen the way she looks at who, huh?” A familiar voice teases, eliciting laughter from you and a raised eyebrow from Kiara.

“JJ, knock it off!” You giggle, folding in on yourself to try to get his hands off you. You look at Kiara from the corner of your eye, and the knowing gaze she casts at you draws heat to your cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” JJ announces sarcastically, easing off your shoulders and sitting down behind you. You pull your legs up from the water and spin to sit facing Kiara. “Are we having girl talk right now, is that what this is?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what this is.” Kiara nods. “You’re interrupting.”

“I can be one of the girls!” JJ prattles on, bantering back and forth with Kiara, but you barely register what they’re saying. Your entire thought process had shut down from the moment JJ sat next to you. Your crush had developed to the point where his presence left you malfunctioning. Every second you were hyper-aware of his existence. But you wouldn’t act upon your feelings. No Pogue on Pogue macking.

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John B’s house was your favorite. The very wood it was made of seemed to echo “family”, as it comforted you in a way only your closest friends could. The group had decided on a movie night to calm down after multiple days of wasting away in a boat under the hot sun. Kiara brought a projector from her house to cast the movie onto a wall, along with a handful of movies to choose from. She’d settled onto the couch beside Pope, and John B and Sarah laid piled in blankets on the floor. That left you and JJ to sit on the other couch, something you definitely couldn’t be mad about.

The movie was good, but with JJ beside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention. On top of that, you were exhausted from the past week of boating and working your life away. Thinking about your tiredness had you yawning silently, sinking back into the couch and pulling your blanket up to your chin. You curled your legs underneath you and slightly leaned towards JJ to rest your head against the back of the couch.

“Tired?” JJ asks softly, leaning over to you as well. All you can do is nod and close your eyes, trying to will away the desire to inch over and press your body against his. The light from the projector flashes in front of your eyelids, washing the room in a blue filter as the scene of the movie changes. The characters in the film must be hiding, because they’re whispering back and forth to each other. The tone of their voices calm you, even with the weight of JJ’s gaze piercing your skin.

A moment passes and you wonder if he had gone back to watching the movie, leaving you to fall asleep on your own. Unable to contain your curiosity, you squint your eyes open to peek up at the boy. He’s still looking at you. You flush under his gaze and bury your face deeper into the blanket.

“What?” You whisper, smiling slightly despite the lower half of your face being covered.

Instead of responding, JJ reaches his arms out from underneath his blanket to grab you. Not to roughhouse, but to pull you closer until you’re flush against his side. You swallow down a noise of surprise as he moves you, glancing at your other friends to see if the motion caught their attention. The other four teens seemed blissfully unaware of the butterflies blooming in your chest, totally engrossed in the movie.

“Your neck would have hurt if you fell asleep like that.” JJ reasoned, sliding an arm around your shoulders.

You snort, because deflection was much easier than showing vulnerability.

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, but rest your head on his shoulder anyways. The way your body relaxes in his hold is almost too natural. Sure, you’d been friends for years, completely comfortable with each other, but now his touch meant something different to you. A different way than it meant to him.

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You, Pope, and Kiara stood in a circle outside of The Wreck. The other two boys were late. Very, very late.

“Ok, we’ve been waiting for like a half hour! I’m starving!” You threw your hands in the air, looking around for what felt like the thousandth time.

“We should just go in, I’m sure John B is just caught up macking on Sarah.” Pope offered, gesturing towards the entrance of the restaurant.

“But what about JJ?” Kiara asked, and then lowly added on, “You don’t think he went home… do you?”

“No way.” You shook your head and crossed your arms, instantly denying what she was implying. “He wouldn’t. Maybe he’s just… right here!”

A relieved smile graces your face as the blonde haired boy comes into view, looking sweaty but very much unharmed. Kiara and Pope are just as relieved as you, they just did a better job at hiding it. You catch his gaze as he approaches, jogging the last couple of steps up to you, and he returns your smile.

“Sorry I’m late.” JJ greets everyone, reaching up and tugging the end of your hair gently. “I feel asleep at John B’s.”

“So then where’s John B? Please tell me he’s with Sarah so I can be right.” Pope inquires, earning a slap on the arm and a facial expression that screamed ‘seriously?’ from Kiara.

“I don’t know.” JJ shrugged, letting you bat his hand away from your hair, only for it to return instantly, this time twisting it around his finger instead of tugging. “But he did tell me that he was going to Sarah’s before he left, so I bet he’s more than fine.”

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and made an obscene gesture with the hand that wasn’t occupied in your hair. You scrunched your face up in disgust but made no effort to push him away. Kiara rolled her eyes and turned around to enter The Wreck, clearly over the nonsense. Pope followed her like a puppy on a leash, with you and your grumbling stomach at his heels. You couldn’t go far, only managing two steps before JJ was tugging your hair again, forcing you to wait and walk inside with him.

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“Alright, this is getting ridiculous!” Kiara announces, closing the door to her bedroom behind you. “You like JJ, don’t deny it. And he likes you. Don’t deny it! He was literally pulling your hair like a lovesick elementary schooler during recess a few days ago.”

You open your mouth to retort, but quickly snap it shut at the face Kiara makes towards you. You settle for a sigh and throw yourself down face first on her bed. She snorts at your childishness and lays down beside you.

“Listen to me, okay?” She nudges you with her elbow, surprisingly serious. “There’s nothing wrong with liking JJ. He’s a good guy.”

“There’s no Pogue on Pogue macking. I don’t wanna mess it up.” You admit quietly, turning over so that you’re both staring up at the ceiling.

“Dude, we all know that rule doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t even make sense.” She props herself up on her elbow to look down at you. “And you won’t mess anything up. He likes you back. I promise.”

You chew your lip in silence for a moment. It’s been easy for you to just deny, deny, deny so far. Why change the dynamic of the group when it’s already working so well? Kiara shoves you lightly, looking at you with knowing eyes.

“Do something for yourself, for once. Tonight. At the party.”

Somehow, Kiara had actually managed to rope you into going through with this. After her pep talk, it seemed like a good idea. But you’d squeezed in a few hours of worrying before the party started, and now that you were here, the nerves had made you a wreck. You needed alcohol.

After your first drink, Kiara had stolen your cup.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink too much. Better to keep a clear head for tonight, yeah?” Kiara encouraged, nodding to get you to agree. Reluctantly, you nodded back and ran a stressed hand through your hair. You instinctively searched the beach for JJ, who you found handing drinks to John B and Sarah.

“What’s so important about tonight?” Pope asked, looking between you and Kiara.

“She’s acting upon her feelings.” Kie informed him, smirking slightly and glancing to where your other friends were. Pope made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth and nodded knowingly.

“What the hell? You know?” You ask incredulously, unable to stop yourself from looking at JJ again.

“Yeah, everyone knows.” Pope laughs, and then casually sips his beer. The panic festering in your chest must show on your face, because Kiara jumps in.

“Everyone except JJ. He’s stupid.”

“You both are.” Pope quips, and then sprints in the opposite direction before you two can punch him.

You huff at the teasing insult, suddenly wishing you had something to do with your hands. If only Kiara would just give you the drink back. But instead of giving you the cup, she gives you her hand, and drags you down the beach to where everyone else was. Your brain screams at you to drag your feet and cause a scene to avoid going over there, but the commotion would definitely catch JJ’s attention, and that was the opposite of what you wanted right now. Kiara marched you right up to JJ, but you were only capable of looking everywhere except at him. She snatched JJ’s beer from his hand, too, as if that’s not suspicious or anything. It causes him to start bickering with Kiara, so you take the opportunity to involve yourself in John B and Sarah’s conversation.

It doesn’t last long. Arms creep around your waist from behind as JJ slides up behind you, holding you against him. It starts as roughhousing, when he leans backwards to lift you off the ground and swings you left and right. It’s an obvious maneuver for attention but you indulge him anyways.

“Put me down!” You giggle, struggling weakly against him. He obliges almost immediately, even if he does make a bit of a show out of it. Your feet are returned to the sand but he doesn’t let go, he creates even more contact by resting his chin on your shoulder.

You exhale softly, leaning back against him, which causes him to stroke up and down your side absentmindedly. No one else seems to be bothered by JJ’s actions, but Kiara is taking every chance she gets to smirk at you. His embrace is warm and comforting, unmatched by anything or anyone else. But you don’t want to indulge in something like this if he doesn’t feel the same.

You spin suddenly, ripping yourself out of JJ’s hold to his dismay. He reaches out for you with confused eyes and a frown, but you grab his hand before he can touch you again. The rest of the Pogues fall silent from your abrupt actions.

“I need to talk to you.” You snap, yanking his arm and pulling him away from the group. JJ protests but comes along nonetheless, in fear of getting his arm ripped out of his socket. You stop as suddenly as you started and spin to face him, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling: “I like you.”

Confusion, hesitation, and maybe hopefulness cross his face all at once. The confession feels like a weight lifted off your shoulders, but was now replaced by the impending crush of his rejection. JJ opens his mouth, closes it again, glances away, back again, and then finally speaks.

“I mean, yeah, I like you too.” He says it so nonchalantly, shrugging and looking off towards the coast with a sniff.

“No, JJ. I mean it, like, I like you.” You insist, tugging on his hand that was still in yours. “I just- look, Kiara convinced me to tell you, okay? So, we can just forget about this, or whatever-“

“Dude, I like you too.” JJ grins, and the tension in your shoulders drains away. He uses your hand to tug you closer and brushes your hair out of your face. “I mean, I thought it was kind of obvious, but you never did anything about it so I just assumed you didn’t feel the same.”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same.” You laugh, relief swirling in your stomach.

“I guess we’re both pretty dumb.” JJ laughs with you, but the moment of peace is short-lived, cut short by JJ himself. He dives for you, hoisting you up over his shoulder and starts running towards the ocean. You scream in protest, lightly punching his back but it does nothing to deter him. “I hope you know what you’ve done, because you’re never getting rid of me!”

Heart of Depth (4)

Member: Yeosang Genre: Action, Slice of Life, Fantasy, Fluff, a little tension. Genshin Inspired AU Word Count: ~5k Requested: Sort of yeah Content: Yeosang x MC development. More world building. Food stuff. some history, some typical genshin shenanigans. Mild Violence. Mentions of death Note: Surprise lol. I’ve been working on this fic at the same time as gut feeling hence the speedy posting, part 5 to be posted soon.  Network: @ateezlovenet Tag list: @barsformars @miniyeo @jeongyunhoed @yeekies @yeotlny @frankenstein852 @shinyddeonghwa @prodbyteez @yeochikin @yeocult @harubirus

Part 3

Yeosang’s friend, Hongjoong, arrives at your shop today. He waits for you and Wooyoung patiently by the door. Well, you assume it’s Hongjoong based on his mannerisms. He didn’t seem like the men Wooyoung had to fight the night before. The two of you approach your shop carefully: the grip you have on your keys were tight, Wooyoung’s stance was low enough to not get weird glances but low enough to give him enough force to jump should it not be him. 

The male notices the two of you and greets you politely. “Hello, I’m Kim Hongjoong, Kang told me about your need for assistance.” The introduction puts your guards down. You remember Yeosang’s description of the male, around Wooyoung’s height, eyes that seem inquisitive, with wavy hair that seem to frame his face. If none of these events had happened, you would’ve assumed he was a model with how he carried himself. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You introduce yourself and Wooyoung, as you open the shop for the day. Not even a few minutes after, people start pouring into your shop-- some of them with obvious relief on their features. They speak of their worries of the shop having closed down or you and Wooyoung not doing alright. All of which are shut down with reassurances. As the three of you go about with the orders and other needed rituals, you teach Hongjoong the ins and outs of your shop, what to press to make certain types of coffee, how to make foamed milk and so on. “Oh and if you want to create any dishes, feel free to do so. Some of Wooyoung’s creations are on the menu as well.” 

Throughout the day, the three of you try to get to know each other more, even asking Hongjoong for tidbits about who Yeosang and San really are and who he really is. He answers simply about himself, a Dendro holder, whose blood is similar to that of San’s. “So how old are you?” Wooyoung asks. 

“Younger than San, older than you.” It was a simple answer but enough to give the two of you an idea of how long he has walked the earth. It also explains his oddly shaped pupils but perhaps a detailed rundown of his lineage is for another day.

Wooyoung returns to where the two of you are, just in time to get the gist of the conversation as you guide Hongjoong through making an iced macchiato. “Yeah and most of the earnings made from those dishes go to you.” He eggs the other male on with a cheeky grin on his face. Hongjoong, catching onto his antics, releases a light laugh after having made enough milk foam for the order. 

“I’ll consider that.” You let Hongjoong pour the order into a plastic cup for the customer. You don’t miss the lingering gazes from the women as well. Maybe having an attractive barista could help with the sales. 

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You were back running business as usual. Only since that incident, you had to start closing a little earlier than usual. You had to write on your small board that you’ll only be able to be open until 5PM every day for the next few weeks due to personal reasons. Wooyoung spends the rest of the day in the studio, though he gets creative with the journey there-- using various train lines, or even walking through different streets just to make sure he doesn’t become predictable from the Abyss. He was more worried for you though. Hongjoong as well, walks with you usually: either walking the two of you to your apartment or elsewhere, just for safety. It was part of the agreement after all. 

For today the shop has to close early, at least he can be reassured that you’ll be safe with Yeosang for tonight. “Damn, you really dressed up for tonight huh?” Wooyoung muses as he leans against the counter. Hongjoong lingers around Wooyoung’s side. For the entire day, Wooyoung gave the older male a rundown of your relationship with Yeosang-- at least the parts you forgot to add, which generally was the romantic aspect. 

To be fair, you did put a little more effort today hoping that Wooyoung wouldn’t notice unless you wanted to be teased. Your blouse, though it can be easily wrinkled, hangs on your body well. It’s also one of your favorites simply for how it feels cool to the touch. You were wearing slacks as well, not your usuals for comfort and practicality but today, knowing Yeosang’s preferences when it comes to dates, it was better to just dress up.  “Shush.” You chide him, wrinkling your nose at his teasings. “I know he’s seen me in just shorts or joggers when I’m working but considering it’s a date…” Until now, whenever you say that you’re going on a date with him, your heart beats a little faster. “I figured I might as well... “ 

The mischievous glint in Wooyoung’s eyes softens just a bit as he snickers at how flustered you look. “Don’t worry about it too much, the two of you have really good dynamics. Guess you could say there’s a spark” He rests against his elbows this time. The pun doesn’t go unnoticed by Hongjoong. “Have you even seen how he looks at you? That guy���s really smitten.” There was also a hint of curiosity behind the soft gaze Yeosang carries for you. He wonders what it is, but if there’s anything being an electro user tells him, it’s patience. “Besides, your shop has garnered a bunch of loyal customers now. They don’t mind the early close especially for personal reasons. At least have fun tonight.” 

You look at the clock. It won’t be long until he picks you up from the shop then. “You already know how to lock up this place right?” It won’t be long either until Wooyoung has to head to the studio. 

“Of course. The keys are with me and the extra set of keys are at home.” He rolls his eyes in jest at your concern. “Do you have Regalia with you?” He returns. 

Regalia’s the name of the bracelet you’ve been wearing since day one of living with Wooyoung’s family. One of the last few things you’ve kept from your family that he’s aware of. He doesn’t usually mind you not wearing it during work but with the recent events, you can only assume this is for your peace of mind. “Yup.” You raise your wrist to his view, and he sees the cool toned beads adorn and accentuate the silver charm that rests just above where your pulse is. 

Your vision was peaking under your top, just by your waist, not wanting to bring too much attention to your capabilities but still wanting to stay on the safe side. Underneath the calm facade, lies the same person who’s still wary of everything since then. A figure catches his eye by the door. It’s Yeosang, this time wearing a cream blazer under a simple printed white shirt and dark gray pants and ankle boots. He always manages to make you feel a tad bit underdressed with his fashion sense. You envy Wooyoung’s nonchalance to the fashion differences, then again, Wooyoung’s been confident in his own style. That’s what got him to where he is now. 

Just as you were about to ask Wooyoung a question, he beats you to it. “Yes, you look fine. Now go and have your date.” He shooes you off with a wave of his hand. You shoot him a look of mild annoyance for his ability to see through your facade. So with that done, you grab your things on top of the counter and wave him goodbye. 

“Call me when something comes up okay?” 

He says nothing but shoots you an okay sign, making sure you focus on the man who’s been waiting for you like a lovesick puppy by the door. 

Just as you step out of the shop, you’re greeted by a warm smile from him. It’s interesting how that smile made him look younger when he’s already thousands of years older than you. It just comes with the whole Archon responsibility, you suppose. As you approach him, he hands you a bouquet of various flowers-- peeking above the flowers, you see his cheeks bloom into an endearing pink.

“Yeosang what’s this for?” You ask, the wrapped flowers in your hands has you dumbfounded. You weren’t sure if it was a double peonies but you’ve definitely seen this before somehow. You knew that this was a rarity but how he managed to acquire them at the height of their beauty at this time of the year was a feat for you. “What is this?” A white flower, not yet in full bloom, is surrounded by simple greens and hyacinths. You gaze at them for a moment, before returning your gaze to the man in front of you.

The tips of his ears shine bright pink, a stark contrast to his black-blue hair. “I thought you might appreciate another type of flower to be in your shop.” You can’t turn down this gift. Double peonies have been something you would usually see online. To know that these are real ones and they’re in your hands, it was truly an experience. “Neve Jewel.” He answers your question softly

You look at him for a moment, shocked at how he got this flower for you. “How often should I water them?” You ask as you try to look for a vase or a spare pot that you would plant them in for the time being in your shop. You’d love to bring home a sapling of this down the line. 

“Every three days.” He says after clearing his throat. If he didn’t, he would’ve stuttered through the tip. The look of pure glee in your eyes made him think that getting you the flowers was a good decision, at least it was good enough to make his chest feel warm. As you look through the pots in your shop, you realize there’s no space for them: looks like you’ll have to carry them for the entirety of the date. 

He offers you the crook of his arm, for you to hold onto for the rest of the date. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” You ask as you gently hold onto his arm as he offered. The night was still young and there was so much they could do and for all you know he might pull more surprises. 

  “Well, for starters, you have the freedom to choose what we eat tonight. I figure it’s only fair to let you choose this time as it was my choice last time.” That’s right, you remember the last restaurant being expensive and him being able to pay with ease. A small part of you wonders if he could cover your further studies or help with the studio Wooyoung also works in. 

The power to choose makes you hum in thought. Truthfully the decisions were countless. “How about pizza and pasta? I know a place you might like.” A short pause. “Well, we can look at the menu and see if you like it, if not we go elsewhere.” You offer. 

You hate to admit that ever since knowing Yeosang’s the Archon, you started seeing him in a slightly different light. Maybe it’s your insecurities? Wondering who else did he love before you. Was it your jealousy? Wanting to know what he knows about this world and perhaps beyond-- along with his financial security. It can’t be helped, there have been times where you gave up something you eyed for more important things. Living on your own isn’t easy but at least you work at your own pace. 

“Something on your mind?” Yeosang asks softly. He doesn’t want anyone listening in on them as he starts noticing fleeting glances at either you or him. It didn’t take much for him to know that your thoughts were running again. Your hand felt loose in his arm, and your footsteps felt like they were floating. It was funny to him how you reminded him of them yet still be your own person. 

“Ah?” You hummed, blinking a few times to get back to reality. “Nothing too pressing, just curiosity over how life has been for you since Day 1.” You admit. You know of their existence: of Archons that bestow these visions, of beings that are half human, half something, or even not entirely human that walk with you. To be in their presence though, is another topic entirely. “Along with the chances of meeting the likes of your kind.” 

He flashes a small smile at your honesty. “I see. All of which are understandable thoughts. I suppose I can tell you a few stories over dinner.” He promises. There’s something comforting in how he carries no hint of resentment, but it leads to more curiosity of what he has buried in all these years. “If time still permits today, I’ll show you some places that hold significance to me that people nowadays do not know of.” 

“You say a lot of promises, Yeosang.” You note teasingly. As you do so, you gesture to the restaurant that you had set your eyes (and stomach) on. “Check out their menu first?” 

He looks at the restaurant and chuckles. “My dear, San always pesters me about this place. I don’t eat here as often as he does but trust me, I have no issues with tonight’s choice.” He would come here often for San’s favorite especially after a long night of dealing with awry beings that try to wreck havoc. It’s enough to get him through a few hours until he crashes. 

His words reassure you and thus, the two of you enter the premises, finding comfort in a booth, away from any eyes that could wander. After the orders have been made, you were left alone with him once more. From your place, you could watch people walk past the restaurant on one side, while the cars zoom past on the other. Yeosang lets you look around for a moment before he starts telling you some of his stories. “So which one would you like to know about?” 

He answers your questions to the best of his ability. Yes, even if people try to recreate the food from the past, it’s still not the same, not even with the same ingredients, things just naturally changes over time and he has come to accept that. His current favorite is fried chicken though, even better if it’s the half-half type. He tells you about a plot of raised land on the other side of the river. You weren’t aware of this story: how that was initially something like a mountain only for him to flatten it with the force of water after an immortal being thought they were greater than the heavens that made them. He admits that the immortal was a dear friend of his who had changed as time passed them by. A god of earthquakes, he tells you. “So with that in mind, it’s impossible to fully wipe out any archon or immortal being.” Your inquisitive and sharp mind warms his heart. Humanity’s curiosity is their greatest downfall. Yet, this is what pushes beings like him to protect you and your kind. It’s what has kept your species going. 

“Yes and no. This dear friend of mine, he can’t..” he trails off as he tries to find the right word, tilting his head in thought. “His material body cannot come back but his essence lives on. It explains the tremors we feel occasionally.” Some gods are forgotten as well, buried deep in the oceans he rules in where only the darkest parts of humanity’s consciousness can only remember. Yet from time to time, occurrences happen that tell him that there are people that still remember. Fortunately, before the discussion gets any depressing, the food arrives and he takes this chance to know more about you and anything you’re curious about with these flowers that rest on your lap. 

He asks you about the latest social networking apps, he has the basics of where most people are but the other apps that entertain certain niches intrigue him. Though you didn’t have all the answers, he was sure he’d leave this restaurant knowing more than before. He finds out that your passion for baking and making different types of coffee came after you saw Wooyoung struggle juggling his dance team and studies. The daily expenses of buying coffee eventually build up over time so you take matters into your own hands. Now, you’ve got a shop up and running and the rest is pretty much history. He respects you for that. The Archon also realizes that perhaps San was right with this restaurant. Another restaurant to add to his options in the days to come. 

The rest of the dinner goes well, lasting for two hours before the two of you decide to leave and walk around somewhere quiet. Somewhere that the two of you could get away from the constant bustle of modern life. 

The walk to the quieter side of the city was a fruitful one. The conversation between the two of you never stops as each of you try to understand each other-- especially with you trying to understand his roots along with his riches. “So, you being.. An archon.. Is that how you were able to get that apartment?” You understand that he’s not quite immortal, having the ability to die as well but he does have the ability to live longer than most. You learned that gods can die, but deaths caused by humans have resulted in violent natural happenings.

“Yes and no.” He answers with a slight tilt of his lips. “Some of the objects from the historical collection are mine but I had to pull some legal strings to make the public think it’s from someone else, and for the stockholders to continue funding the museum. Some of them have been bought and sold through me to older gods and Archons who have passed on, some archaic family clans as well and so on.” He hints towards other groups with money that have helped fund his museum and keep them safe, though through less than morally ethical means. Simply put, the museum has helped him amass a big fortune with one part going to his anonymous safety for reasons and the other parts going to other necessities of the community around him.  

Something stirs in you to explain something to him. “I suppose I owe you a story as well.” You admit softly. You start to tell him about your family life, how you grew up in a family that was passionate about their jobs: your father, a historian while your mother was a fairly known ceramist who also had a passion for what your father pursued. It’s through the attempts of recreating the pottery of the past that made their names fairly well known in those days-- also making you have a keen interest and skill in the history and the arts. Your father came across certain writings, unfamiliar to the academe but familiar to those who were interested in the taboo. He and your mother got too close, from what you understood. The pursuit of making connections and knowledge cost them their life. They made sure you were safe from everything, keeping you hidden from the perpetrators. 

Wooyoung’s parents were close to yours, it took forever in a child's mind before they found you, hiding in a closet with the Regalia in your small hands. Once they found you, they made sure you didn’t see the aftermath. Their urns rest in a quiet columbarium out of town. Since then, you grew up with Wooyoung’s family. It’s not the same as having your actual parents grow with you but they did their best to step into their roles for you and for Wooyoung. “It’s been years, and I’ve learned to cope with the absence so please, don’t worry about me.” You reassure him. You’ve been so accustomed, so annoyed with the looks of pity given to you by others who know this story-- which are usually by word of mouth. 

He lets his eyes wander around the scenery in front of him. The way the lights bounce against the water, the quiet hum of people milling about by the water. His eyes catch sight of a small family letting their kids play about by the water. The way you talk about your family makes him wonder how you were like when you were younger. The you he knows now is different from the you Wooyoung has known since he was a child. You don’t step into the same river but water always passes where it came from. Simply put, you are still you. Heavens be damned, because he’s enamored by you.  

As you tell your stories, your eyes catch a glimpse of the same family. There’s something in your chest that twists that you cast your eyes downward. The flowers were still in your arms, you didn’t want to leave it in the stale air of the car. 

He sees you look down at the flowers, your fingers fiddling with the wrapping and some of the petals. “Feel free to ask questions about them, my dear.” 

Giving you that green light to ask immediately had you talking. “Okay, first question, How? I thought this didn’t exist anymore?” You remember the first dinner you had with him, how he bought a painting of the said flower and told you how rare it was. So how did he manage to get an actual one?

He finds a bench, away from people that were there for perhaps the same reasons as the two of you. He pats the spot next to him for you to sit down as well to which you oblige. Once you do so, he looks up at the sky, seeing the faint shimmers of the stars above. The waters will continue to move to a near unrecognizable state yet the stars no matter how much they move, they still look the same. The man next to you tries to figure out his words, but eventually he just decides to say it plainly. “I had the same thoughts as you, about its existence. San was the one who notified me of its reemergence. He found it growing in the museum’s garden, in full bloom every night.” 

  You stare at the lone blooming flower in your hands, wondering if there’s more in the garden, but one question suddenly nags at you. “Why did you give it to me when you’re heavily attached to this flower?” You were flattered, you can’t deny that-- a rare flower from someone who has been fluttering your heart? That was a unique way to be courted Yet, the lapse in thought bothers you, a rare flower that he obviously holds dear to him, given to you? What made him think of this? 

“They were someone dear to me as well.” He starts. His voice takes on a more sober tone, making sure you were comfortable leaning on his shoulder. “A dear immortal as well, just like San and I.” It takes a few moments of silence for you to understand the gravity of their relationship. “They were someone well loved by the people, taught them how to handle resources on an economic point of view with other regions, taught them handiwork beyond that of warfare, a lot of things that were out of my field to put it simply..” He has already accepted and forgiven himself of his shortcomings to become someone like them at that time. “Their favorite flower is this, my love.” He says, his fingers fiddle with the edge of its wrapper. “Everyone associated it with them.” Despite the harsh cold that ice gives, it was also a time for trust. When it was too cold, they’d make shelter out of ice and various twigs and fur. If it was too hot, they provided them with cool winds. It’s why the Neve Jewel glows as such, depending on the season. 

“Unfortunately, I couldn’t protect them at their time of death.” His eyes stay still at the river that quietly flows past them. “Their last wish to me was to make sure the people survive the journey. Weird isn’t it? The god of water protecting the followers of Ice.” He rests his temple against yours. “Eventually after their passing, Neve Jewels ceased to exist. Until you came along.”

“Yeosang?”

“Mm?” 

“What if I’m not them?” 

“Yeosang, you know you need to be prepared to accept the fact they might not be your previous lover.” 

It’s a question he’s considered since he met you. He admits, it wasn’t easy to consider accepting that you might not return. He remembers the concern in San’s face when he was still so hopeful. 

“Of course, grief never leaves you. It always stays with you, you eventually learn how to live with it.” He tips his head in thought, acknowledging the weight of the concern.

You didn’t want to cry here: not when the date was going so well. A soft chuckle leaves your lips to loosen up the tight feeling in your chest. “Mhm, I guess so.” It’s a half hearted answer you have to admit but it was better than letting the silence cue the tears. 

“But if you let me, I’ll still love you the same.” 

A deep breath loosens the pulsating pain in your head from the unshed tears. “I guess life does work weirdly.” You add under your breath, leaning against his shoulder as you fiddle with the wrapping of the gifted flower. 

He readjusts himself to make sure you don’t get uncomfortable. There’s something in your words that tells him, it would be better to shift the topic. “I’m a little disheartened that i never got to tour you around the museum but that’s alright, one of these days, I’ll bring you around, show you my favorite works and tell you some stories behind them.” 

“I’d like that, sounds like you got a lot you’d like to share too.” You muse softly, taking in the scent of nature and him. 

“I catch you lingering by the entrance sometimes.” Even though he has invited you and Wooyoung to stay in the museum’s offices with him for the sake of safety, you’d just linger by the souvenirs. You remember Wooyoung proposing the idea of having a small shop next to the souvenirs, but you shot it down. It’s not because you don’t think it’ll do well but because who else will manage the shop? Hongjoong’s a good candidate but until you’re certain he’ll stay after this mess. 

With how everything is going, you wonder if he finds time to rest. “Please, you’ve got a lot on your plate. I’d rather not add to that, Yeosang.” You say with a breathy laugh of embarrassment. 

“You know that I don’t mind your presence.” He’s been spending his hours with you after work for the past few months. “I wouldn’t have asked you on a date, if I did mind.” He tilts your chin gently to look at him. 

His eyes, holy shit, you could drown in how they look: shades of blue with hints of green and streaks of white. The ocean resides in this man and you’d be damned if you didn’t feel yourself melt in his touch. “If it still isn’t obvious, my dear, I would like to ask you, if you are willing to be my lover?” 

Something flashes at the corner of your eye, and it’s coming straight at you.

𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of sex and masturbation 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

It had been a few days since you’d seen Cat and Spencer. After lunch you decided it was time to make your way back home. A quick exchange of numbers and the promise of seeing each other soon and you were back to your mundane routine of getting adjusted to the city. The short uber ride to your apartment, which they insisted they paid for, was spent answering texts from your friends and confirming you were still alive after they left you. 

You spent the rest of the day doing laundry for the week and cleaning bits of your apartment. It was still pretty bleak, with empty walls which you longed to fill with pictures and art. Your room was a bit more lively with knitted blankets your aunt made long ago and the light of the warm lamp in the corner filling the space. 

Sunday was bland with the task of getting groceries. You decided to walk since the store was a block away. You made your way down the streets in a simple sweater and leggings, foregoing any makeup. Walking into the store the older lady at the register greeted you with a kind smile. 

Picking up a basket you made your way down the isles trying to get your things quickly to get back home and sleep the day away. While searching the snack section you stood in front of the popcorn deciding between buttered or kettle. You heard footsteps and saw a worker make his way down to restock the shelf. 

He was tall and you noticed the way his shirt rose as he reached the top shelf. Spencer could probably reach that no problem, you thought to yourself. He caught you staring and turned to you with a smile. 

“Having a movie night?” he asked walking closer. You could smell the scent of his cologne, strong but not overpowering.  

“Not really haha, but don’t get me wrong a catch up day of my favorite show is definitely on the list,” you replied returning with a small smile. 

He leaned in reaching for one of the boxes, subtly boxing you into the space. 

“Well this is my favorite kind,” he said handing you the box, “Ya know perfect to amount to eat alone.. or share.” 

“Oh,” you said surprised with a chuckle trying to play off the heat rushing to your cheeks. 

You were about to respond when you heard a voice from the end of the aisle, “Y/n.” 

Think of the devil and he shall appear.

Spencer was walking over to you holding his own basket filled with essentials like milk and bread. He looked like he did on Saturday, wearing those grey sweatpants which made you thank the stars above. On top he had on a simple tshirt and cardigan combo making him look extra cozy. 

“Hey Spence,” you said looking past the employee. 

“Did you get the popcorn baby?” he said looking the worker up and down. 

You furrowed your brow seeing what he was playing at, “Yeah yeah, he was just giving me a recommendation,” you turned back to the worker, “thanks again.” 

The worker nodded, red in the cheeks from facing Spencers death glare, before he walked away and rounded the corner. 

“What the fuck was that,” you both said at the same time. 

“He was just trying to help,” you said waving around the box of popcorn. 

“Come on princess you’re smarter than that. He was obviously trying to flirt with you.”

You scoffed before answering, “What don’t tell me you’re jealous.” 

“Oh I’m not,” he said with a smirk, “I’m confident in the fact we’ve proved who you belong to.”

You rolled your eyes before he spoke again, “Plus I know a boy like him could never satisfy a greedy little whore like you. Tell me, are the handprints still there?”

You opened and closed your mouth not being able to answer him. The laugh he let out told you he new he had won. 

“I think I’m done shopping,” you said walking past him. 

“Alright princess have a good rest of your day. But don’t think Cats not hearing about this, and she won’t be very happy.”

You felt your insides heat up at the thought of Cat knowing. What she would do to you. 

“Uh huh bye Sir,” you said stressing the title. 

You made your way to the older lady who you saw when you walked in, “Find everything alright?” she asked kindly. You nodded and pulled out your wallet to pay. 

God she had no idea. 

_

That interaction replayed in your mind from that night into your days at work. Neither of them had texted. Maybe Spencer forgot and never told Cat. The wait for something to happen was torturous. 

Your friend had noticed you were spaced out. Looking longingly at your phone during your breaks or lunch. It wasn’t like your feelings were hurt much for being ignored but more so the ache between your thighs was having a reaction. As you predicted trying to use your fingers or that sad vibrator in your bedside drawer was doing nothing to aid your release. 

You were out at the cafe around the corner from the office you worked at having lunch with one of your coworkers. She was going on about the night she had with the guy from the bar over the weekend. 

“Then he bent me over the couch! God it was so good,” she all but moaned. 

“Uh huh.” 

“I swear we were up until like 4 am going round after round,” she continued. 

“Right.”

“After that we sacrificed a goat on Saturn.”

“Oh wow,” you said looking down at the unlit rectangle next to your sandwich. 

“Y/n,” she said snapping her fingers in front of you. 

“What,” you said raising an eyebrow. 

“You’re being really shitty right now. I’m trying to tell you about how I literally got my back blown out and you’re staring at your phone like it’s gonna unlock the key to your future,” she said exasperatedly. 

Welp she wasn’t entirely wrong. 

“Abbie I’m sorry. I’m just waiting on a text. But please tell me more,” you said nodding for her to continue. 

“No, I wanna know fucked you stupid this weekend to make you act like a lovesick puppy,” she said putting her elbows on the table to rest her face in her palm. 

You internally debated telling her. I mean so far she has been the nicest and most welcoming to you, definitely bff material. But on the other hand you didn’t know if you were allowed to bring them up to other people. Technically it wasn’t a rule and what they didn’t know didn’t hurt them. 

You took in a deep breath before spilling your guts,” So basically after I noticed you guys were gone I accidentally walked into a sex club then later that night I fucked the owners and now we’re in a throuple type situation.” You ended with an awkward smile and waited for her reaction. 

“Oh the bdsm club? Isn’t it like the Library something?” she said casually. 

You sat there blinking for a while, “Out of everything I said thats the part that caught your attention.”

“So you had a threesome, very nice, we’ll get to that part. Tell me about the club.”

“Uh ok. We’ll it’s called the Underground Library and it’s what you’d imagine any bdsm lounge would be like. Red lights and sexy music playing in the back. There’s a bar and uh playrooms where you can watch others.”

She hummed taking in the information and sipping on her latte, “So the sex?”

“God it was so fucking good.” You both laughed and you spent the last few minutes of your lunch break telling her about what they did to you. Safe to say you knew your panties would be a mess by the end of the day just replaying those memories in your head. 

_

It was finally Thursday, you were so close to the work week ending and having a night with Abbie. The plan was for her to help you do a little shopping for your home then redecorate and spend the rest of the night sipping on wine with a pizza. Absolutely perfect. 

The day went by yet again without a notification from the people you wanted. At this point you came to the conclusion the incident was forgotten and left in the past. 

Friday you woke up around 10 and let yourself lay in bed, answering emails and lounging around until noon for you to get ready for your day with Abbie. After a while you got up to make a quick breakfast and make a list of items you planned on buying. 

You thought about getting a throw for the couch and some nice curtains. Maybe some wall decor. You were so excited to finally have a place to yourself and style it to your liking. 

Having roommates in college was fun but the solidarity of being able to walk around your own place basically naked and sing as loud as you wanted was liberating. 

Noon rolled around and you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower. The water pressure on your shoulders was breaking through to all the stress of the week and you instantly felt it melting away. 

You hopped out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and looking in your closet for what to wear. You settled for jeans and an oversized flannel, putting some comfy booties on your feet. You looked at your phone to see Abbie had texted and she would be on her way in 45 minutes. Using the remaining time you did your hair and makeup, just the basics for your day out. 

Your phone dinged with a simple text that read “here”, you grabbed your purse and the list on your kitchen counter and made your way to the elevator. 

You saw her little red car right in front of your building. The sound of music playing through the speakers could be heard from a few feet away. 

You pulled the door open and she greeted you with a big smile, “Hey! You ready to spend away that paycheck,” 

You laughed before answering, “You know it.”

The trip was made with nothing but laughs and a horrible mix of you guys singing to the radio. 

_

After a few hours and trips to multiple stores you guys stopped at one of the vendors in the mall to get some soft pretzels. Looking around you saw a fancy lingerie store and an idea popped into your head. 

You tapped Abbie on the shoulder to get her attention, “Hey I know you’re dead on your feet but theres one store I wanna go to. Do you wanna just grab a table? I’ll be like 20 minutes tops.”

“Yeah no prob Y/n/n,” she said holding her hand out for the bags you had in your hand, “this cinnamon twist is calling my name.” You both shared a giggle before you turned and skipped over to the store.

A woman wearing a dark purple sweater greeted you, “Hello darling, are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Nope I’m just taking a look around, thanks,’ you said with a smile. 

Walking around you saw a display of a matching set. It was baby pink and lacy and it left little to the imagination of the mannequin. Perfect. 

You looked over the table finding the set in your size and walking to the dressing rooms. Quickly you basically ripped your clothes off, speeding to get the fabric on your curves. It was stunning, complimenting your skin and hugging your curves. 

You pulled your phone out and hit the messaging icon. If they weren’t gonna text then you had to bite the bullet and put on your big girl panties to do it first. 

Typing in each of their contact names you made a groupchat and hit the camera option. You lifted your hand to get a flattering angle and gave the mirror your best pout. 

“Do you think it’s a good color?” Sent. 

One last glance in the mirror and you knew this was going home with you. Changing back into your clothes you slipped your phone in your pocket and made your way to the register. 

“Just this for you today honey,” the woman asked. 

“Yup,” you said pulling out your wallet. You heard the chime of a text and a smirk came across your face. Finishing the transaction you were excited to see what their reaction was. 

Walking back to Abbie you saw her on the phone and raised your brow in question. She started to get up and you took some of the bags from her hands. Once she was done with the call she put her phone in her purse and looked over to you. 

“Change of plans. Sam, the guy from the club, called and he’s coming over to mine tonight. So raincheck on the wine and pizza?”

You waved a hand dismissing what she said, “You’re all good, go catch that dick.” She laughed and pulled out her keys as you guys made your way out of the mall. 

In the car you pulled your phone out to check the message. It was from Cat. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe your little friend from the grocery store can help you pick.” 

So Spencer did tell her. 

You quickly replied, “You know green isn’t a good look on either of you.”

Another chime. “Why would I be envious? Last time I checked you came on my fingers, in my bed.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at her words. You tried to think of a response but this time Spencer responded. 

“Come to the lounge at 7. And wear that underneath your clothes.” 

“Yes Sir.” was all you said and the conversation ended. 

Looks like you and Abbie both had other plans for the night anyways. 

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫!!

~wrapped up in you~

pairing: tsukishima x reader fluff

word count: 2,160

summary: one day tsukki follows you on spotify and starts to listen to the same music you do and might get a little obsessed with listening along with you

a/n: jngbrnfj this is my first work, pls be nice and i hope you enjoy

- ok ok so you're kind of friends with yams and tsukkishima and you walk home together a lot - there isn't much conversation for the most part with tsukki listening to his music and yams being a drained lil introvert at the end of long school days and volleyball practice, but you don't mind the quiet walk and actually listen to your own music too - now tsukki, who has been expertly hiding his feelings for you, being the beanpole that he is can see right over your shoulder and look at what you're listening to and after seeing the name and cover of one of your spotify playlists, he finds your account using that - this simp oh my god he follows you and you can't tell it's him because he doesn't use his real name and you're just like "whatever" - now his favorite thing to do at any given time is to check out what you're listening to and listen along with you - now sometimes you do try to initiate a conversation with tsukki even though he is pretty scary, yes even though you're friends with the boy you still get nervous and flustered around the guy cause he's just that pretty scary looking - one day you ask him what he's listening to,,, - he can't say that he listens to what you listen to because it's pretty far from his personal taste (though the lines are blurring between yours and his tastes at this point) - but he still wants to say something that he knows you'd like so he opts to say that he's listening to the soundtrack of one of your favorite movies and acts surprised when you tell him you love the movie and proceed to have a whole conversation about it with him - he is absolutely melting inside with you being so excited to talk about it and rambling about your favorite scenes and songs on the track - but on the outside, he's still big bad tsukki so he just nods along and acts mildly disinterested - sometimes he'll just be studying and hit a roadblock or get bored so he goes to spotify and checks what you're listening to so he can listen to it too and it's like you're listening together - oh my god like that one soulmate au - anyways,,, December rolls around and all of a sudden everyone is talking about their spotify wrapped - tsukki is slightly embarrassed - your music is ruling over his top songs and top artists - the whole time he's tapping through it he feels kinda pathetic for liking you this much and still having not done a single thing about it but also makes him so soft when he's reminded of each cute song and just imagining listening to them with you - he treasures his wrapped and relistens to all the same songs you do as you get your wrapped playlist too - but then... - but then he walks into practice the next day and everyone is talking about their wrapped playlists, showing off their top songs they start to compare and compete to see who has the best wrapped - tanaka, suga, noya, hinata, kageyama, and yams are the ones that get the most excited over the little competition and they are determined to get to the bottom of whose wrapped is the best - you're there at the practice with yachi to help plan new designs for some posters, the team included you both in the competition but since your taste was so different they ruled your wrapped out for the sake of time - tsukki is so nervous - he doesn't want to walk right over to you because he's still keeping his feelings hidden but if he goes to the team they might try to pull him into their shenanigans and he can't have them knowing that he listens to the exact same music you do - he's just kind of standing there uncertain until noya sees him and yells "hey!! tsukkishima, you're always listening to music when we try to talk you into extra practice you better have good a taste, get over here and show us your wrapped" - normally tsukki would have a quick response, tell them that their game is a stupid waste of time but he's been caught off guard - the poor boy actually stutters for a second, eyes darting around the gym like he'll find an excuse - after a moment he finds his composure and sighs, looking to noya and just saying "no" - Suga pauses his argument with hinata to look to tsukki "come on, team bonding" though clearly he has the same motivation as everyone else in the completion, to win and assert superiority over the others - tsukki begins to decline once more before tanaka interrupts "no, no suga let him keep it to himself, his taste is probably too elevated for our inferior brains anyway" he says sarcastically - but as tsukki rolls his eyes and sighs, relieved that he's off the hook, tanaka turns to the rest of the group and gives a wink -"but since you're not busy tsukki could you get the balls for us?" tanaka adds - typically tsukki would put up the biggest fuss before he would do any work that he doesn't have to but today he's happy for the escape to the storage closet - as tsukki starts walking, tanaka turns to the competing group and gets close to yamaguchi so he can whisper "yamaguchi, whats his spotify wrapped look like?" - yams, the shy boy he is panics at the intensity of tanaka's question putting all the focus on him "wh-what?" - tanaka is determined to find his answer so he presses "come one, you're his best friend you have to know" - "oh, oh yeah," yamaguchi realises he could check tsukki's spotify account since he follows him - when yams pulls up the playlist he has to take a second to double and triple check that he's got the right playlist because he swaers this is the same one you showed to everyone just minutes ago - tanaka gets impatient and moves behind yamaguchi to get a good view at what he seems to be so confused about but finds himself just as confused - soon the whole group looks to check out the results but they just don't know how to react and kinda just sit there sharing looks of confusion - except for hinata - hinata is just like 'oh my god that's such a cool coincidence!' and as he sees tsukki returning from the storage room he brings it up without a second thought - "tsukkishima you and Ivy have the exact same taste in music that's so cool!"... - tsukki's heart stops - you definitely heard that - everyone in the gym definitely heard that - its times like these when tsukki's aloof mask comes in handy and with everyone looking at him, he deadpans "good music is good music", shrugs, and moves on - now you, you are confused, you weren't really listening to the boys before hinata's little outburst so you didn't understand what they were talking about and continued you conversation with yachi, making a mental note to ask tsukki about it when you walked home together because he seemed pretty bothered and always loved to complain about his loud teammates - and so, practice moves on as /mostly usual/ - aside from the perplexed looks at tsukkishima of course but he just cuts them off with a glare of his own - at the end of practice as you wait for your two friends outside the gym you listen to your playlist and think back to the times you remember listening to each one on repeat and thinking about a certain #11 - yams exits the gym first (tsukki taking a minute to find some composure to walk next to you the whole way home) - you decide to ask yams about the incident at the beginning of practice since he was right in the middle of it - "yamaguchi, did your little group ever decide who had the best wrapped?" you ask to prompt him to talk about it - he suddenly gets nervous, but you don't think much of it, tadashi's always nervous - he just tells you that they couldn't come to a conclusion and you don't press him any further, seeing his discomfort. so the two of you just wait for tsukkishima - before the tall boy can join you though, Yamaguchi joins the group of boys just leaving the gym to hang out at the coach's store. its weird, yams never ditches you - when the middle blocker does come out he talks even less than usual. normally he'd at least say hi and entertain some kind of small conversation before pulling his headphones over his ears but today he's already got them on and gives you a nod in greeting - with this you're kind of sad, you just love talking to your boys on the walk home after a long day, you decide just to tune in to your own music for the way home since clearly, no one wants to talk to you - and tsukki notices, of course tsukki notices - he sees what playlist you tune into and slyly pulls it up on his own phone so he can listen along - he definitely listens to a lot more sappy love songs than he used to, he definitely wouldn't listen along if he wasn't picturing you every time - he's never been so close to you though while listening along and it makes him feel like such a lovesick puppy - as one love song fades into another he can't stand the distance between you. walking right next to each other but still an arms-length too far apart - he begins to softly hum along with the new song playing, looking up at the sunset clouds with his hands in his pockets - you start to hear a tone in the song you've never noticed before in all the times you've listened to it - you take your earbud out of your ear and look at tsukki and find him humming, looking at the clouds like he's lost in the song like he's dreaming - he looks so calm, so gentle - you begin to hum along - he notices but he's too nervous to look back at you, still clinging to his composure. he knows that if he looked into your eyes now, there's no way he could hold back all the love he has for you from coming out of his mouth in an awkward confession - so he keeps humming along, looking at the clouds - you keep humming too, looking at him - but you reach your hand out to take his out of his pocket - he still doesn't look but he lets you lock your fingers around his and stroke his thumb with yours - as the last lines of the song come, you sing them out loud, wanting to convey how you feel - wanting to let him know that every time you listened to this song, he was the one you thought of - he finally looks at you once the song is over and on instinct you assume he'll be annoyed and ready an apology and excuse in your mind - but when you see his face, his eyes are wet with growing tears - you stop your walking and put your hand that isn't holding his on his face, your brows contort with your face into a worried expression. you squeeze his hand as you realise you'd do anything to see that calm expression again that he was wearing just a minute ago - "tsukki- tsukki whats wrong" - upon seeing you focussed on him, being so close, the feel of your hands. he can't hold it in anymore - he gently chokes out something between a laugh and a sob with a slowly growing smile - he puts his free hand over yours that is holding his face and finally confesses "i just love you. i just love you so much" - the next moment he wishes he could have captured your face on camera as it morphs from concern to match his, smiling and teary eyed - though it would be a disservice to you to compare your smile to his - it takes you a moment to find the words but you tell him "i love you too" - the words don't feel like enough, you love him, you've loved him for so long and its crashing over your heart like a wave now. every time he insulted your intelligence but still helped you study as soon as you asked, everytime he remembered all the little details like your favorite things to get from the sakanoshita store - and now looking at him there was such tension, both of you had so much to say but no words - so you kissed him under the golden sky and hoped that it would make up for the words lost in the haze of love over your mind - and he kissed back, hoping to make up for all the words he should've said sooner

Hello!! I really enjoy your writing~~! May I request a cafe date h/c with Taichi? Tysm!!💕

Hi dearie! Aww, thank you so much! And YES I love Taichi, he’s such a cutie boy. Here you go, hope you enjoy!

Taichi tapped his fingers on the quaint café table along to the rhythm of a Guilty Summer song that was stuck in his head. Maybe you weren't going to show up? His big, teal eyes light up at the sound of the squeaking front door, but it’s just a pair of old ladies. Sigh.

He ran a reel in his head over and over again of all the romance advice Kazunari had given him.  Although he had his doubts that any of Kazu’s advice had actually been tried-and-true. And then there was the advice he got from Banri. And Omi. And Sakyo. Wait, why did he ask Sakyo?  The door opened once more, and he watched forlornly as a woman and her baby entered the establishment.

Well, he should have anticipated this. I mean, you were just so funny and smart and SO so super cute that it was just a matter of time until you realized how amazing you were and how incredibly average he was and then left him to find someone equally as amazing as yourself. You were probably at another café right now, giggling at the awesome guy’s super funny jokes, and swooning over-

“Hey, Tai-tai!”

Taichi bolted upright at the sound of your voice. He looked up at you like you were The Creation of Adam on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel; with awe and baited breath. Cue the butterflies in his stomach.

“Ah, uh… h- hey!” The red-haired boy snapped out of his self-pitying reverie and stood to face you. You looked so sweet in your outfit, and was that the cardigan he helped you pick out last week? It looked so good on you – peach was definitely your color. Your rose colored sneakers looked so cute, too. They matched the cute af rosy tint that colored your cheeks at the moment. Damn, every color was totally your color.

“See that, hon? I knew they’d show up!” The kindly middle-aged waitress beamed at you as she spoke. You looked over at Taichi, shuffling his feet awkwardly adorably. “Go ahead and place your order at the register whenever you’re ready.” With another thoughtful glance, she hurried off to check on another table.

“Were you waiting long, Tai?” You took a seat across from his at the table, placing your bag on the seat next to you.

Ugh, that’s right, you damn fool, he berated himself inwardly as he followed your lead and took his seat. He had arrived there 45 minutes early to make sure he was there before you so you wouldn’t think he stood you up.  He opened his mouth to respond, but the next words spoken were yours.

“You look super cute today,” you gushed, to the response of pink-tinted cheeks on Taichi’s face. He did though; dressed in all monochrome colors, his shock of crimson hair and big, bright viridian eyes took center stage. You adored your pseudo-punk cinnamon roll, and you never believed it when he told you that this was his first relationship. He was such a thoughtful, sweet, supportive boyfriend; how could you possibly have been the first to notice how wonderful he is?

“S- so do you, you always do,” he responded sincerely, though it came out mumbled and he spoke it into the laminated daily specials menu that lay before him. The butterflies in his stomach are now throwing a rave, and his cheeks match his brightly dyed locks below the smattering of fading freckles.  His fingers fumbled with a tightly rolled bundle of silverware as he braved another look at your face. He hadn’t been on a boat since he was little but man, your pretty eyes made him feel like he was seasick in the best possible way.

“Should we go order then?” There was no need to look at a menu; you both always ordered the same things every time. Taichi jumped to his feet and ran his fingers through his wild mane of hair.

“I can go order it,” he asserted, patting the wallet in his seat pocket to make sure it was still there.

“You sure, Tai? I don’t mind waiting with you.” As much as he’d love your company while waiting out the queue, he wanted to be all gentlemanly and show that he listened to you. And he really did; in fact, he had been reciting your order through his head since this morning. He could say it in his sleep at this point, he was sure of it.

“Nah, you just wait here and chill, I got this.” Taichi flashed you a winning smile, a smile that always carried a hint of unintended mischief. Your heart did a flip as you nodded in consent. With a pep in his step, the skater boy hurried off to the cash register.

A few minutes pass and still no sign of Taichi. Maybe he decided to wait at the counter for the drinks?  You return your phone to your bag and consider seeking him out when he at long last returns to the table, empty handed. His face is ruddy as he rubs the back of his neck, meeting your eye sheepishly.

“S- sorry… was it… extra extra foam, or was the extra extra for the cinnamon? Or is it no cinnamon?” This poor puppy.  

“Taichi, I don’t mind coming with you, I know my order is a huge pain…” You want to give him a tight hug but this confused cutie is near passing out from all the blood rushing to his face today, you don’t want to add to it.

“No, no…” He shook his head resolutely. “Please, I got this, for real. Can you just say it for me one time?” You smile at his determination and detail your usual drink for him, leaving out an ingredient or two for simplicity’s sake.

“Got it!” he declares and swiftly heads back to the front counter, eyebrows screwed up in concentration as he mouths the ingredients to himself. Pulling out your cell once more, you launch the Gallery and scroll through all the pictures you’ve taken of you and your beau. You especially love the selfie you took of the two of you sharing an ice cream at the beach. He had wanted you to delete it because he had a chocolate chip on his upper lip, but you insisted that it was one of the cutest pictures of him ever and he gave in.

You recall wiping it off his lip with your pointer finger after you had both noticed it in the pic, and he bit his lip shyly in response to your touch You wish you had a pic of that in your phone, the thought of his coy expression gave you goosebumps. With a few speedy taps, you made the ice cream pic your new home screen.

“I’m back!” Taichi announced upon his return. As promised, he delivered a tray of your two drinks upon the table, along with seven pastries.  “They, uhh… they had a bunch of your favorites so I just got ‘em all.” He plopped down across from you, stealing a worried glance at your expression, hoping you didn’t think that was a totally stupid thing to do.

“You are the sweetest!” you praise, leaning over a lemon cake and mini éclair to touch his face. Taichi jerks his arm in surprise at your approach, nearly tipping his drink across your sweets buffet, but mercifully it merely wobbles and remains upright.

You ran your fingers across the black plastic points protruding from his right ear and Taichi swallowed the meager amount of saliva in his now parched mouth. Leaning further still with a mischievous grin, you mercilessly stroked the skin behind his ear with your finger, knowing full well he would become a flustered mess. His entire body responded to your touch, nerves head to toe fizzing from the smell of your shampoo further rendering him senseless.

“Next time, it’s my turn to buy our drinks, okay babe?” His body tensed up as it did anytime you used a term of endearment. Your head felt swimmy looking into his lovely ocean-colored eyes. Before you had a chance to chicken out, you closed the distance between you two and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Taichi exhaled an inaudible gasp upon contact, his mouth impossibly soft as it cushioned your own, though it took him a few frazzled seconds to lean into your affection. The kiss seemed to last forever, yet it ended far too soon.

Meanwhile, the butterflies in Taichi’s stomach had started a mosh pit. Re-opening his eyes, he watched as you returned to your chair, and he couldn’t do much more than simper at you like the lovesick puppy that he was. Suddenly, all of his pre-planned formalities seemed a lot less important than the adoration in your eyes that you held for him just now.

“How ‘bout next time we do it together, babe?” he suggested with a playful wink, lifting a cherry Danish and holding it out for you to take a taste.

I know u just posted another daddy angel request but I got another if u don’t mind , I was thinking of how daddy angel will react on how his little girl who’s in head start comes home saying she’s got a little boyfriend lol 😂 😂😂😂

A/N: Here it finally is! Thank you so much for the request girl and giving me more inspiration for our precious Daddy Angel! Like I said I got a little carried away, (something about Daddy Angel just does that to me lol) so it’s kind of long. I hope you all enjoy and thanks so much for reading! 💕

*gif not mine*

Warnings: Fluff and Smut 😏 18+ Only

Sitting on the floor of your living room you were folding the gobs of laundry you had while listening to your favorite true crime podcast through your ear buds. The host was just getting to the description of the grisly murders that rocked London in 1888. You listened intently, relishing in every detail as you folded the sparkly pink leggings of your four year old daughter, Penelope.

He was now onto the first suspect and you grabbed Angel's Romero Bros work shirt slipping it on a hanger and laying it flat across the sofa behind you smoothing any wrinkles out with your hands.

You then dug out the various change that littered the bottom of the basket. Angel always forgot to clean his pockets out before throwing a load of laundry in and it drove you insane. You now had a jar full of coins that you were calling your "vacation" fund. At this rate you'd be going on vacation any day now and you just might be going on your own.

Standing yourself up from your seated position that you had been in too long, with a bit of a struggle, you stretched out your back before rubbing your hand over your swollen belly. Smiling you felt the little guy kick at your hand from the inside.

He was either going to be an excellent soccer player or dancer. Or maybe even both, you weren't quite sure yet.

Setting the stacks of folded laundry into your empty basic you hoisted the thing up and was about to head to your bedroom when your front door opened. Slipping the bud out of your ear you smiled at your husband and daughter who just got back from school, "Hey baby. How was your day?" You asked your little mini me.

There was no response as Angel hung her backpack on the hook in front of the door. "Hey, P! You know the rules." Angel's voice stopped her as she attempted to storm past. She may be angry with him but he wasn't gonna let her get away with disrespecting the rules of the house. Whipping around she shot her Pops a glare before huffing and slipping her shoes off at the door. She then proceeded to make her way towards you, stomping down the hall and into her bedroom.

You looked to your husband who was clearly also not in the best of moods, "What the hell happened? What's up with your daughter?" You asked him, you were clearly missing something.

Slipping his cut off he hung it beside her backpack and slipped his own shoes off setting them nicely by the door.

He stepped up to you giving you a kiss on the cheek before taking the basket out of your arms to lighten your load. "Did you know our four year old daughter, our baby, apparently has a fucking boyfriend?"

"What?" You tried your best to keep in the snicker, you really did but you just couldn't keep a straight face.

That was what all this was about?

"Why the hell are you laughing woman? It ain't funny," He scoffed, licking his lips like he does so often, “You know what his name is? Anthony, our daughter is dating a boy named Tony. Fucking Tony!”

“Oh my god Angel he’s just a child.” Was he really so threatened about a four year old boy named Anthony?, “What are you going to do? Go intimidate a little preschooler?”

“He’s not a child,” He rebutted, “He’s a little punk who is gonna steal my daughter’s innocent years!”

“Wow, Daddy is so dramatic,” You remarked, looking down at your bump to the child in your belly. You looked back up at him with a smile on your face. “You know she’s just like you. That’s why you butt heads all the damn time.”

He knew that, that was the problem. As the days went by he could see himself more and more in her. There’s nothing like having a child just like you to make you feel bad for your parents.

He placed his large hand over your bump, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the cotton of your shirt, “You better be like your Mama little man. The last thing we need is for her to be stuck with three of us.”

You placed your hand over his, running your finger across the gold wedding band adorning his ring finger. It had been seven glorious years that you had been husband and wife.

“You know that’s not necessarily a bad thing,” you looked just a little longer at the physical representation of your promise to each other, to love the other in the good and the bad, always. You returned your gaze back to those beautiful eyes that had you melting since the first moment they locked on with yours, “to be like you. Sure you are stubborn and selfish and hot headed and..”

“Hey, I thought you said it wasn’t all bad,” he interrupted you, setting the basket of laundry on the table beside you so he could have both his hands free. He stepped closer to you running his hands down the sides of your bump before resting them comfortably on your hips.

“And you have a terrible habit of interrupting me.” You teased grinning up at him as you continued.

“Right,” he chuckled, relaxing in your presence, “I’m sorry. Continue, mi amor.”

“But you’re also so loving. You have the biggest heart, Angel.” You placed your hands on his shoulders straightening out the collar of his shirt, “And you are always doing your best to do the right thing for your club, your family, even when it could put you at odds with those closest to you.”

You smiled up at him and it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

He leaned his head down, gravitating closer to you. You smelled of coconuts, shea butter, and vanilla. You smelled of home.

Stretching up to close what little gap was left you kissed his cheek, “And your smart,” then his jaw, “And loyal,” then the corner of his mouth, “And so incredibly sexy.” You purred.

He chuckled biting his lip, “I think you're losing your point here, mi dulce, but I don’t disagree.”

“And you are loved.” You finished with a passionate kiss. You pecked his lips once more before laying a smack to his ass, “Now go shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“God I love you,” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it before cupping your face with the other and kissing you once more. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip soaking in your features as he pulled away and headed into the direction of the bathroom backwards all while grinning at you, his stunning beauty. His hand was still entwined with yours until he got too far away and he was forced to momentarily part with you.

You two had been together for a decade now but still acted like lovesick puppy dogs.

Picking the basket back up you made your way down the hall and to your daughter’s room. Tapping the doorway lightly to alert her to your presence you stepped into the room to find her sitting on her floor playing with her favorite motorcycle Angel had brought home for her after a run.

Placing the basket onto the bed you crouched down next to her, “Hey baby, do you wanna tell me about it?”

She rolled the bike back and forth across the floor keeping her focus on the toy, “Why won’t Daddy let me have a boyfriend?” She pouted, “It’s no fair.”

“Look at Mama for a minute baby,” You said gently running your hand over her dark curls. She did as you asked looking up to you with her big brown eyes. She was so much like Angel it was scary sometimes, “Daddy just has trouble sharing sometimes. He doesn’t want to have to share you,” you ran your thumb across her cheek lovingly, eliciting a little smile from her like you always could , “But he’s gonna work on it. Everyone has things they can do better at.”

“Like I’m gonna have to learn to share once my baby brother comes?” She asked, glancing to your stomach.

“Exactly,” you smiled down at her, “You are so smart, just like Daddy.” You kissed her cheek straightening back up. “You can play for a little longer but then it’s dinner time.”

She nodded returning her attention back to her motorcycle making little revving and rumbling noises as she rolled the toy around the ground. You put her clothes away into her little purple dresser before picking your basket up once more. You stole one more glance at your beautiful girl before exiting her room and heading down the hall to Angel and your’s shared bedroom.

Setting the basket on the foot of the bed you looked up just as Angel stepped out of the connected bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Smirking he watched you stare at him, "You like the view, mi dulce?"

"I'd like it better without the towel," you flirted biting your lip as your gaze lowered.

He shook his head sauntering over to you, "God pregnancy makes you fucking horny."

"I've never heard any complaints before,” You teased batting your lashes up at him. He cupped your face, kissing you slow and sweet.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you right now,” you murmured in his ear placing a kiss to his jaw. He groaned loving that foul mouth of yours, “You need to get dressed because dinner will be ready soon.”

With that you left him to it while you went to round up your daughter for dinner. She picked up her toys like you had asked before washing up for dinner and making her way to the kitchen with you. Helping her situated herself on her chair you placed a napkin over her lap.

Angel walked in shortly behind you, now much less distracting as he was fully dressed. He pulled you into him kissing you on the cheek as the oven timer dinged signaling your dinner was ready.

He pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it atop the stove. Grabbing a spatula he cut the dish into pieces scooping out a small portion and cutting it up into little pieces to cool on Penelope’s favorite Toy Story plate. Next he scooped out a piece for you and then him, followed by some garlic bread to complete the meal with a scoop of sauerkraut spread across your toast just how you liked it. Carefully bringing them over to the table all at once, rather impressively, he set the meals in front of his two girls.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him. Licking your lips you turned your attention to your plate, mouth watering from the delicious aroma wafting from the food.

You gave your daughter a look as she pouted over her food clearly still holding a grudge against her father, “What do we say P?”

“Thank you Papi,” She grumbled rather begrudgingly before poking at her food with her little fork.

Angel took his place beside you cracking open his beer as he looked at his little world in front of him. He thought maybe she’d drop in by now and be all in his lap like usual but no she was a stubborn little thing.

“How about you tell us all about Anthony,” You suggested. Angel almost lost his shit as he looked at you wide eyed. She was already pissed at him, he didn’t want to add on to the fury.

She looked at you very suspiciously, not sure whose side it was you were on, her’s or her daddy’s. She took a bite of her lasagna as she stared Angel down, almost daring him to speak first.

You were starting to agree with Angel now and really hoped your second would be more like you. To say the atmosphere was tense would be an understatement.

“Daddy promises he will listen and be very understanding, right Daddy?” You looked to Angel with a smile plastered across your beautiful lips.

How could he say no to you? And you did put him on the spot, “Right,” he gave in. He would try his hardest, if only for you. He leaned back in his chair meeting her gaze and waited to hear all about this Tony kid.

You nodded giving her the room. Taking a sip from her sparkly cup filled with milk she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before beginning. “His name is Anthony,” she told you proudly with a smile on her face, ignoring her father’s gaze now.

“Yeah?” Angel spoke up and you prayed whatever came out of his mouth next would not set her off any more, “And what does this Anthony do? Does he work? How is he gonna provide for my baby?” He asked her, trying to throw her off.

“He’s Spider-Man, duh,” She said as if that should be common knowledge to him.

He tried to keep his composure but he couldn’t keep the smile from his face, “Spider-Man, huh? You can’t date Spider-Man baby. It’s too dangerous.” He tried to reason with the four year old across from him.

“But he’s a hero Daddy,” She furrowed her eyebrows at him before her features soften, “Just like you.”

His heart melted as he looked at his princesa. She knew exactly how to soften him up and he was a sucker for that.

“He’d protect me,” She continued on, “Just like you always do.” She added on to the sweetening of her father.

“I’ll make you a deal, Penelope,” He said, looking into those soft brown eyes surrounded by those dark lashes of hers as she batted her eyelashes at him. Now that she got from you. “I want to meet this Anthony the Spider-Man and then if he proves himself worthy of mi princesa I will consider it.”

She thought this proposition over for a moment in her head. It wasn’t exactly a win for her but she had softened him and she could soften him up some more, “Okay.” She agreed with a smug little smile on her face, “Can I be excused now?” She asked.

She had eaten a decent amount of food during the exchange so you gave her the go ahead. Picking her plate up she set it by the sink and walked off to go play in the living room.

“You know she just totally played you, right?” You grinned looking over at your husband. You expected there to be much more of a fight but damn was that girl good.

“I know,” He said flashing you a smirk, “But she’s not the only one playing this game, mi amor.”

You rolled your eyes mentally preparing yourself for the craziness that could await you in this next week.

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The next day your husband and daughter got home from school in a much better mood than the day before, thankfully. They were full of smiles as Angel hung her backpack up and they slipped their shoes off at the door like always.

“How’d it go?” You asked looking between the two. They exchanged a look and your daughter giggled. It appeared they were thick as thieves once again. “Did you meet Anthony?” You asked Angel.

“Nope.” He grinned at you, “Why don’t you tell Mama what you told me P?” He suggested proudly.

She shrugged nonchalantly, giving you a hug, “I broke up with Anthony. He tried to kiss me,” she scrunched her little face up in disgust, “It was icky.”

Angel chuckled at that, he’d never get tired of hearing her say that. Hopefully this phase lasted a while, “Yeah, kissing boys is very icky,” He agreed, “Right Mama?”

You shook your head letting out a laugh. At least the fighting was over, for now, “Yep, kissing boys is real icky.”

“And there’s only one hero for me,” She beamed at Angel before scurrying off to play in her room, full of energy.

“What about you Mama?” Angel asked, swaggering up to you, “Is there only one hero for you?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You teased, “Superman is plenty enough for me.”

He smacked you on the ass playfully planting a kiss on your cheek before walking off to go clean up from work before dinner.

That night you tucked your little girl into bed and Angel read her two bedtime stories like always even though she was only supposed to get one, he couldn’t say no to her little pleas, before heading off to bed yourselves.

Crawling into bed together you turned your lamp off and waited for Angel to do the same. Instead he just stared at you with that look in his eyes and smirk upon his face, “I think you’re forgetting something, mi amor.”

“Yeah? And what might that be?”

“My goodnight kiss.” He grinned at you and puckered his lips.

“Oh is that so? But don’t you remember kissing boys is icky,” you teased giving him a grin back before turning around and snuggling into the bed facing away from him.

“Yeah well baby I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” You felt the bed shift as he settled closer to you.

“Really?” You teased some more, the smile still plastered to your face. You held your breath as you felt his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his large rough hand sliding across your stomach.

“I was man enough to knock you up twice now, wasn’t I?” he purred into your ear giving you chills.

He wasn't wrong.

Gently moving your hair from your neck he began kissing and sucking your sweet flesh, his hand wandering down your nightgown and taking hold of your breast flicking your erect nipple with his thumb.

Your breath hitched as you enjoyed the touch only he could provide you. He grinned into his kisses relishing in how your body responded to him and his yours, his stiff member pressing firmly against your ass.

Being the tease you were you wiggled your ass against him causing a low groan to rumble from within his chest. His hand wandered down hooking into the sides of your underwear before slipping them slowly down your legs.

Running his hand back up the side of your leg slowly he stopped at your thigh moving his hand in the other direction to tease between your legs. He kissed your jaw, then the side of your mouth, then your lips as you turned your head to meet his face. Running his hand back down your thigh he grabbed behind your knee pulling your leg up opening you further to him.

Yanking his boxer briefs down whilst never breaking your makeout session he grabbed his hard cock and teased the tip at your entrance collecting your sweet juices. You gasped at the contact and Angel took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth before pushing slowly inside you.

You took him well, you always did and he stayed still a moment just relishing in the moment of your bodies coming together as one. Once you started to wiggle your hips, desperate for some form of friction he gave in to your needs, and his, and began thrusting at a slow sensual pace, his hand finding its place to rest on your bump.

He kept his pace slow and teasing. You felt so good wrapped around him, it took everything in him not to rush, but he wanted to prolong the both of your pleasure as long as he could.

It didn’t take long until you were pushing back against him meeting his thrusts and he knew you had had enough. Littering sloppy kisses across your shoulder he picked up the pace hitting all the right places. His hand traveled to your clit running circles around your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck,” you moaned out as your walls clenched around him.

“You close?” He murmured into your ear, “You wanna come?”

You nodded your head finding it hard to muster out any words as he continued his assault on your clitoris while simultaneously thrusting into you with such calculated movements of his hips.

“Say it,” he growled into your ear, ceasing his hand movements. He nibbled at your earlobe as he waited for the words he loved so much.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, desperate for him to return his touch, “Yes Daddy,” you gave him what he wanted, “Please.”

He smirked working his thumb once more as he pushed into you deeper, his thrusts getting sloppier as he began to twitch inside you, you both almost to your breaking point. He quickened the movements of his thumb and it wasn’t long before you came undone around him. Just a few more thrusts and he was right there with you filling you up as he moaned out face buried in your neck.

You lay there together, spent as he held your back close to his sweaty chest, still buried deep inside you. Kissing the back of your shoulder he mumbled into your skin, “I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

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The Girl from Ipanema

[Diakko, Fluff, Cafe One-Shot, Cute Stuff, older!LWA, Supportive Bartender, inspired by the song of the same title]

Summary: The barista, who was something of a hopeless romantic, couldn't help but notice the way Akko was staring at the mysterious blonde in the corner of the coffee shop. So of course he tells her to, "go get her a coffee!"

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here is the song

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“An iced Americano for me, thank you.”

Akko smiled warmly at the barista, fishing for change in her pockets while Gerry (or so his name tag said) nodded to confirm her order. “With white mocha. And two pumps of breve. And light water.”

He looked at her from behind the screen of the register, patiently waiting for more.

“That’s all!” She said with a merry grin.

He popped her order into the system in a flurry of taps and beeping, and in a bid for casual conversation, had remarked: “Strong. Sweet. And creamy—the whole package.”

“I’d like to think of my coffee as a reflection of myself.” She replied in jest.

He laughed lightly, nodding while he took her payment. The order was punched in, followed by the high-pitched noise of a receipt being printed out; the sound of it mixed in with a song she remembered from her childhood that she’d often hear in cafes similar to this one.

The melody fit in with the establishment’s ambience. In the next moment, her change was returned and she walked over the end of the bar where she could wait to pick up her drink. She looked around some more—the interior was both rustic and stylishly modern. The bar was backed up by a classic brick wall, unpainted with the dark grey mortar jutting out tastefully. It contrasted nicely with the windows on the opposite side that ran from the ceiling down to the floor—the sunlight was kept at bay by venetian blinds in plain light brown. Everything else was wooden and lacquered—from the tables, to the chairs, and even the counter that sat atop unfinished concrete. There were greens as well, potted and genuinely alive in the corners. The smell of coffee wafted across the space, wrapping the experience together like the perfect ribbon on a gift.

But for Akko, the appeal of well-done interior decoration paled in comparison to the quiet blonde woman sitting in a corner table. Her spot was nearly hidden behind a half-wall divider and some plants. The brunette craned her neck, biting her lip in the process while she tried to get a better look at—

“I hope you aren’t trying to be discreet.” Gerry was back with her drink and a smug grin. “Because if you were, it isn’t working.”

Akko playfully narrowed her eyes. “I thought this kind of advice was bartender territory.”

“Baristas are close enough,” he said in a chipper voice, wrapping a napkin around her cup to keep the condensation at a minimum.

“Well,” she started deliberately, leaning her elbow onto the counter. “You really can’t blame me for staring.”

“I’d agree with that.” He nodded.

At the same time, they both turned towards the blonde—she was around seven meters away, but if the look on her face was any suggestion, she was anything but near. She was utterly engrossed; far, far away into the worn-out paperback book she so tenderly held and read through. In the next moment, she turned a page. A little bit after that, she tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Her expression was even—and practically unreadable.

Except for her eyes.

Seven meters was probably too far away to notice, but they were blue—so delightfully blue—and the pace by which they moved from left to right (her head would move along with them in the cutest way) revealed that she might be more enraptured than her expression allowed to show.

It was—if Akko were to be honest—just a little bit breathtaking.

“Buy her a coffee.” Gerry said with an oddly resolute voice for someone Akko had just met. “You don’t look at a woman the way you are right now and pass up on the chance to buy her a coffee.”

Akko blinked, turning back towards him with an expression of surprise yet amusement. “I don’t think she wants one—”

“It’s on me.” Gerry held up his hand, insisting that she stop talking. “What would you think her type is?”

“There’s really no need to—”

“No buts!” He insisted, and the intensity of it made Akko back down a little.

“Alright, alright.” she conceded, sheepishly scratching at the back of her head.

“Once again—what do you think she likes?”

“Iced americano—with white mocha, breve, and a bit of water?” Akko grinned.

“Okay.” He laughed again. “That was pretty smart. But I doubt she’s into caffeine strong and sweet enough to induce a heart-attack.”

“You may never know!” Akko crossed her arms, noting at the back of her mind that the ice of her drink would be melting anytime soon. “I feel like she’s into more adventurous things than—”

“Be cool.” He suddenly snapped to get her attention. “She’s looking at you. She tilted her head. Is that interest? Or is she checking you out?”

Akko giggled, “probably just wondering why we’re being so loud!”

“I swear on my honor as a barista that I never speak louder than my customer needs.” He said with an indignant quirk of his eyebrow. “In any case—how about a flat white?”

Akko hummed to herself. “That works. What if you take half off the sweetener?”

“Good observation.” Gerry nodded, sparing the blonde another quick glance. “The cold air of mystery leads one to believe she doesn’t like sweets.”

“She looks wonderful, doesn’t she?” Akko blurted out, looking towards the blonde over her shoulder while Gerry left for the espresso machine and got to work. She’d leave him a hefty tip and would make it a point to come here more often. Gerry was great—and from the first sip of her Americano, his coffee game was just as awesome.

Akko watched from afar as the blonde settled her chin onto the back of her free hand, laying the book flat onto the table while she flipped to yet another page. She licked her lips.

Akko died a little.

“Honestly,” Gerry was back. “You should see the look on your face right now. If I weren’t a hopeless romantic I’d say it’s pathetic.”

“Excuse you!” Akko laughed. “I’m a customer!”

“And I’m just stating facts.” He held up his palms in self-defense.

“I’m not going to fight you on that one.”

He smiled at her again, pushing the white cup of hot coffee near her from the across the bar in an exaggerated motion of presentation. “Here—an unsweetened flat white on the house, in the name of love.”

Akko gracefully took both drinks (hers was already getting watery), and beamed at the barista who she was pretty sure was now a new friend. “Thank you, Gerry. I’ll make sure to do good by your service.”

He winked, and soon after she was walking towards the small corner table partially hidden by the leaves of some weird indoor plant and oh—up close one could see how well her simple white blouse framed her neck and collar bones—and she—

She was actually nervous? It almost made her laugh—it was unlike her to be nervous of anything. Much less… this.

Akko stopped right when she was hovering near her, and on cue, the blonde looked up, visibly confused at the two drinks in her hands. Akko’s eyes landed on something golden glistening on the other woman’s person.

Oh.

“The barista insisted I buy the beautiful blonde I was staring at a coffee.” Akko started with a small smile.

It made the blonde laugh—the action of which was only just a small huff through the nose, along with the upturn of the corner of her lips. But her eyes looked delighted (and still so very blue) and Akko did her best not to blurt out a pick-up line.

“Did he?”

“He did,” the brunette nodded, placing the drinks onto the table but not daring to seat herself down just yet. “But by the ring on you finger, I’m guessing you’re spoken for?”

She was smiling now. The sight of it… did things to Akko’s stomach.

“I’m spoken for,” Diana smiled, gracefully accepting the coffee. “By a wonderful woman who likes her coffee much too sweet.”

Akko grinned, leaning down when she felt the blonde tug at her arm. Diana seemed utterly charmed by her entrance. She’d pat herself on the back for that. “She’s a hell of a lucky woman.”

“I reckon I am, just as much.” Diana leaned up, smiling while she met Akko half-way for a kiss. It was sweet.

And tasted like coffee.

Akko leaned in for a little more, giggling, toying at the golden ring on her own left hand and feeling a deep-seated joy at knowing the lovely girl in the corner of the café wore an exact copy.

When they finally parted—but only for a few inches—Diana gave her a pointed look. “Did you really trick the poor barista into helping you hit on your wife, my love?”

Akko laughed. “He insisted!”

Diana laughed fully this time, the corners of her eyes wrinkling in mirth while Akko just stood there, grinning stupidly, much like a lovesick puppy.

They were too engrossed with each other to notice that Gerry had nearly fainted.

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A/N: Yes LMAO it's another one-shot *cries* but this was a very cute idea I've been dying to write for weeks, and finally sat my ass down for an hour and got it done. I honestly love the song  although admittedly the lyrics don't fit so well coz it a bit sad, but doesn't the tune just relax you so much?

Gerry is..... named after my favorite restaurant........... Gerry's Grill lmao

"Stay." Reds, obviously. (Angst if you're up for it....) ❤️💖

Reds. reds. reds. Probably my number one ship growing up and i haven’t written more for them which is bad. Also not me not being able to breath when i saw this was from you...haha not fangirling ignore me.  But you asked for angst and angst you shall receive because my favorite thing to do is smash the hearts :) 

So I hope you enjoy (fuck i love your work so much)

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“Stay” 

Such a simple and utterly useless word. It was nothing but unfulfilled promises and just a cheap way of showing that they cared before their backs turned and they walked out again and again. 

He stopped going back. He stopped waiting and wishing for the others to stay for him, so instead he made them all leave. Forgot about brotherhood or relationships, he blocked them out years ago. It was easier that way. 

“Stay.”

 Every single girl he dated asked for that. To stay and be tied down by a piece of metal that held nothing. He thought about it honestly, once. He thought about giving his heart over, back when it was used for emotion, but now it sits in his chest cavity pumping blood and remaining as black and cold as a prison cell on a winter's night. He would know, he’s been there plenty. 

Hotel rooms were the place to be. There was no commitment, no second words and especially no staying. He didn’t care to stay as the sun rose into the sky, whoever had the misfortune of being with him that night would wake to an empty bed with tumbled sheets and a pounding in their head as they desperately tried to remember his face. They couldn’t and neither could he. 

No names, no numbers, no nothing. Nothing. 

If he had the choice, he would rip out his heart completely. The mind was the only tool he needed but sometimes it would snake in an idea from long ago and make his heart shake a little before he would slam back another bottle of the finest alcohol money could buy and make it sit in the darkness until he was ready to do it all over again. 

Years passed since the faithful day. The one that made his heart shrink to the size of a speck of dust. 

“You should go.” 

“But-”

“Just go, you obviously don’t care!” She had screamed and it stung. A slap across the face or the shattering of a car window, he had broken. 

He did care! He wanted to scream. He cared too much to watch her leave but that wasn’t enough. He...he wasn’t enough. 

The only thing that ever kept his mind occupied besides the wild thoughts and white noise, was her voice. 

The breaking of each syllable as she held her hands over her heart as if she was surrendering. The way her eyes had been so bright and kind then that light banished and replaced with stone. A gorgeous pink stone that cut him like a knife when he took a step forward. Her lips quivered and she tried to find peace within herself but she couldn’t. She might be everything nice, but she held herself to standards, one apparently he couldn’t reach. 

“G-go” He didn’t want to believe it and maybe she didn’t either but the only time he had ever wanted to stay, he didn’t. 

He soon took her advice like a bull being branded. Go. Go. Go. Staying was never an option, not anymore, she made that clear. 

He would wake up in cold sweats, the chemical x leaking from his pores and almost setting his sheets on fire, curse these fucking powers. The look on her face of pure heartbreak, he thought they were together for the long haul, he thought that she loved him, so why didn’t she stay? 

And so those next few months would be spent begging and pleading, he was no bitch but his jeans had ripped holes in them from being on his knees, desperately craving for her meek attention, but she would never give in. Time and time again he would be sent away. Roses would die on her porch and the chocolates would melt even in the winter. He just watched the fire between them die silently.

“Go.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Go.” And he would be on his way.

His mind doesn’t remember the last time he was there. But in the back of his head be begged that she had missed him. That she would realize he hadn’t shown up and soon she would come running like she used to. His arms would be open ready to catch her like the love sick puppies they were. 

But there was now brick wall between them. At first it was like a tower of cards, then glass, then a shield. All of them breakable until he could see her paving the cement and closing him off for good. 

All he wanted to do was stay as the last brick was placed. But you can only graffiti the same wall so many times, or bang your fists until they bled and leaked onto the carpet. Sometimes his thick skull was a curse. 

Over time the booze and cheap thrills would allow him to regain his balance before falling off the face of the earth. His brothers stopped looking along time ago as the darkness took in again and again. There was nothing in the world that would ever pull him from his own demise. 

And then the months turned to years. And his fire powers couldn’t melt his heart and he even toyed with the idea of settling down and staying for some girl he barely knew and just allowing life to pass meekly. Watching the sky  go from blue to black over and over again until his grave was the only view point. 

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The coffee from the small shop burned his tongue but he allowed it. Sometimes pain was all he could feel and he thrived for that small feeling of something. 

And that voice that played on repeat like a broken record player sounded and he knew it didn’t come from within. Instead he turned his head and saw her. The one with the key to his heart dangling on her fingers as she approached him after all those years. 

Like a ghost from his past, her mere presence was enough to shake him from the inside out. A chilling freeze kissing the back of his neck before scrapping into his bones. 

He didn’t remember what had happened next as they talked as if nothing in the past had happened. She got older and so did he. She looked well and the stone had broken down to reveal the crystal underneath. The apologies came as fast as the tears and he felt that warmth in his chest spread as everything he wanted came back to him. 

The moment where she would return to him and they would have the life they always wanted. They were dumb and she was still desperately in love with him, as was he. That smile and flush of cheeks had brought his own to his lips and he wasted no time with small talk even if it did fill the white noise. 

The sound of her saying she was wrong and that she tried to run back and tear down that brick wall. Those tears she shed and the cries echoed in his mind as he held her. 

He felt his heart pump more than blood and that echo of running had been silenced as he stared into her eyes like he did when they were lovesick fools. The countless flashbacks of him holding her while they sway to music or talk about whatever came to mind. The bashful arguments about who was right about a historical quote would die off as his lips pressed to hers and she would kiss him back as if to prove to the world she loved him. 

It all came back and happened so fast like being swept under a current. She laid by his side, eyelashes batting and the words that echoed on her tongue were the ones he avoided for years. 

“Stay”   

And she repeated it. He felt the balance of the world level and finally the darkness had given him back his light. The bright pink light he didn’t know was this bright and he was afraid he was going to be electrified by her, but he loved it. He loved her. 

And the sweat this time was more than fire and ice. It burned his body to an extreme he had never felt before and he thought the universe was about to end him for good. His breathing was rapid as the light to the lamp was flipped on.

His face was wet with tears. He almost forgot what it felt like to have an emotion other than emptiness. He was waiting for a hand to come on his back. The soft voice to soothe him to a steady heartbeat but in the glow of the light, there was nothing. 

The sheets were tumbled and tangled around one of his legs and he looked around for a trace of her. But there was nothing. Lips quivering and body shaking, he scrunched the empty sheets that held no one but him into his fists. The red glow dying as his heart, that pumped blood, calmed down. 

She was never here, he should have known. There was nothing but lost time and heartbreak as he fell back onto the bed and let the bottle of tears flow free. 

His voice barely above a whisper as he stared at the ceiling that was almost completely black due to lack of light and remembered a time where they were by each other's sides, too long ago to the point that the memory was like a phantom. 

“Stay.”

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I hope you enjoyed and im sorry for the ending :)