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gojocp · 8 months

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"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

2:00 ——————|———— -3:20

NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

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noellefan101 · 5 months

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Helloo!!

I would to send in a request, could you do a soft/fluff day with Mister Neuvillette? With a Female Raeder as well please :)

If your uncomfortable with this request you are welcome to ignore it, thank you very much! :3

(Sending headpats!)

(thank u for the headpats!)

Characters: Neuvillette x Female reader

Summary: a sweet day off, with Neuvi

[edit: i forgot to tag u so here, @ayoharuko]

i only use they/them pronounce for the melusines bc they are in a group(and im a coward)

Note: i tired to finish this as quickly as possible, bc i havent really written anything for neuvi(other than my kissing them series). but i really liked writing this, though it was a little hard to come up with something(my brain is becoming mush), love you

It was really sunny when you woke up, the light shining through the half-open curtains, giving your skin a beautiful glow as well. you sat up in your bed, looking around tiredly. and you were surprised to see Neuvillette still in bed, since he would normally be out of the house by now. but it's not like you were complaining, especially not on his day off. so you quietly snuck out of bed to not wake him, quickly put on a decent outfit and started making breakfast for him.

He eventually did wake up, despite you trying to be quiet, and walked around the house to find you since you weren´t in bed.

He found you in the kitchen, happily dancing around as you made breakfast for you both. the sight made his heart beat in so many ways he couldn´t understand, but he felt warm whenever it happened, so he didn´t give it much thought. although Sigewinne once told him its a sign that he loves you, and so she had to explain to him how that works(she wanted to give up inside a little(poor Sigewinne)).

"Neuvi? Are you ok? you´ve been staring at me for a while now y'know"

"..."

He didn´t hear you, too lost in your beauty to comprehend that you were talking to him. you were a little annoyed at being ignored, but quickly brushed it off and tried calling him again, this time with a hand on his cheek,

"Neuvillette love, you there?"

He snapped out of his line of thought the second you touched his cheek, now looking into your eyes. placing his own hand over yours.

"Sorry darling, i was just a little too lost in your beauty for a moment. was there anything you needed?"

You looked into his eyes, thinking for a bit, was there anything you needed right now, you guessed he could help you get the flour from the top capinet.

"yes actually, could you be so kind as to hand me the flour, its for the cake i said i wanted to bake"

You looked at him with the pretties eyes you could manage.

"Sure lovely, I´ll get you anything you need"

You removed your hand from his face and walked over to the bowl of sugar and eggs, to mix them together, before the dry ingredients were put in.

You had been baking all morning, what had Neuvillette been doing you ask, well... you actually don't know. either he was in the kitchen helping(looking at) you or he was out of your line of sight(prob with a melusine).

But now you´re kind of missing his presence, and you were done with most of the pastries you wanted him and the melusines to try(your excuse to see him being cute with them).

So you of course wanted to find him.

But you still needed time to set up what you had planned for his day off, and you asked some melusines to help you carry the lighter things, like a blanket or spoons(not knives or forks, they could hurt themselves). and when they then offered to get him for you, you protested, but they just continued on with "you should relax too you´know, not just him. now sit down and we´ll get him over here." so you obliged.

The main reason you had decided that today would be a great time to have a picnic out on a field of flowers, was because it didn´t seem like there were going to be many, if any, clouds today, so it would be perfect for a picnic(hence why you spent your morning in the kitchen).

When they (totally not forcefully) dragged him over to your prepared date, they could see the visible change it his eyes (though it was already softer than normal, bc melusines) when he looked at you sitting among the flowers. he eventually sat down beside you, kissing your cheek softly and thanking you for doing this just for him.

Eventually, the melusines that helped you set up and stuff left (smiling sweetly at their monsuir [i think i spelled it wrong, im sry] Neuvillette´s sweet interaction with you).

The both of you didn´t even notice and you just continued on with your picnic. you offered him a piece of the cake you baked in the morning, and he happily took it, enjoying the taste of your baking.

(as he should)

He had also looked at you with heart in his eyes(more than he normally did) as you ate your piece of cake, he couldn´t help himself you were too beautiful not to look at too long. It´s not the first time he has looked(stared) at you today either, and it certainly won´t be the last time today. Safe to say he liked having this day with you, a day containing only you (and the occasional Melusine), instead of all the paperwork being the only thing he normally looks at all-day.

He liked anything you did together, it doesn´t matter if it was his or your idea, neither if he liked the thing or not, the thing that mattered was that you wanted to, that you were there with him, and he loves you even more for that.

He loves you more than a diver loves the sea, more than a florist loves flowers, more than anything.

Thank u for reading, hope its ok(ik its late asf), luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#sent: ayoharuko #alex answers #noelle´s maiden #genshin impact #genshin x reader #female reader #neuvillete x reader #neuvillette #noellefan101 #noellefan #fluff #neuvillette fluff #neuvillette x reader fluff

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scarlet-ancunin · 16 days

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hello again, I wanted to thank you again for your Patience with me and explaining everything I really appreciate it.^-^ I Send you the Infos for my tav and was wondering If I could get Like Astarions pov :) be fluffy, be angsty, Go wild, im honestly Just Happy about this opportunity. Thank you so so much again ^-^

A/n: hehe I love this and you are welcome i'm glad you asked me to do this for you. I hope this is to your liking~ this fic is based off of your unique Tav ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧

My Dear Idiot~

It was another lovely morning in the camp. Gale was making breakfast for everyone in their Group while the others were either packing up or freshening up. For Astarion it was the latter. he may not be able to see his reflection but he knows how to draw attention to himself. it can be good or bad. good for his look but bad for his snarky remarks or attitude. Soon Astarion's eyes land on Egon, his half-elf companion. when he first met him he wanted to see the man dead assuming he was working with those mindflayers having a knife to the poor man's throat. Turns out he didn't have to spill their innards. Astarion saw that Egon was somewhat like him with trust issues. But they slowly both grew on each other. But damn was this man greedy at times. Astarion scoffed at the memory. they found a hidden cave behind some carefully crafted rubble to look normal, but Egon wanted to go in, and he hated it because he used to enter without knowing if they were walking into a trap or if everyone was downright tired. "Why in the hells are we doing this now we can rest here and then check it out in the morning Egon" Astarion would complain standing by the entrance with his arms crossed. Egon was annoyed but he smiled because he wanted to get his hands on any rare trinkets or gold he could get his hands on. "well I'm not tired Astarion i want to get everything now so that way we can have something to sell or keep for ourselves to use. AND, what if someone else gets it before us?" Egon stated Astarion growls "You are so bloody stubborn what about Me- I mean, everyone else ever considered they are tired" Gale tried not to laugh. "well how about we go in halfway and make camp that way if someone tries to enter we can stop him. Halsin nodded smiling. "seems good," Egon said sighing in defeat. Astarion did admire his determination though like when he mentioned to him about Cazador he made it his business to promise to protect him from his master. "sweet love but he isn't a simple vampire you can kill he can come at any time whenever the mood strikes him." "well I can strike him too and he won't see it coming" Egon counters pouting slightly. Astarion rolled his eyes "your such an idiot." Egon snickers "but I'm your idiot" Astarion hums low looking at Egon "well you have a point." Astarion would chuckle at the memory he was indeed a stubborn idiot but he did care about him and how strong and determined he was to anything he set his mind to. and because of this Astarion wanted to make sure he does small things to let Egon know he was grateful for him. Astarion recalled last night's events and smiled fondly because he found out his lover enjoys being read to. However, he would enjoy it when He reads specifically. he would fall asleep with everyone else but he and Egon make sure he was cuddled next to Astarion listening to him read. and when he was tired he would tell him to stop so he wouldn't miss the next part which makes him laugh but soon join him in slumber or rather he sleeps while he meditates. Astarion snaps out of his daydreaming to look at Egon once more who just so happens to be reading a map to locate a treasure that was in Baldur's Gate. Astarion did love this man during all this and now he was certain that maybe there could be a future for them. minus the possible stupid and rash decisions but where is the fun in simplicity? Shaking his head he would walk toward him and shake his head. he leans against him and looks over the map as well. "hm something to get love" Egon grins and nods sharing the map there is a way into this spot through the graveyard" Astarion snorts "ah my darling idiot always doing instead of thinking."

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this, my friend. as always requests are open and you're welcome to send me your unique Tav if that is what you want.

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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just wanted you to love me

an: i wanna start by thanking laura for the load of help she was with this fic!! this is based off of the song big fat mouth by arlie. i heard this song and immediately thought of atsumu so here we go lmao

pairing: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst, atsumu and his big mouth, pet names (baby, darling, babe), fluffy ending, lowercase intentional, slightly suggestive ending

atsumu has a big mouth. not physically, but figuratively. ever since he was a kid, he hasn't been able to keep anything to himself. after a lot of trial and error, his friends eventually stopped telling atsumu any sensitive information.

not only is he a gossip, but atsumu can't keep his opinions to himself either. always thinking that he knows better, saying things without thinking.

that's exactly why you've been ignoring him for two days.

he didn't mean it, honest. he was just trying to be helpful! when he walked into the kitchen and saw you working on homework for what seemed like the 100th hour in a row, he just wanted to take some of the weight off of your shoulders.

looking back, there were other ways he could have done that.

"hey darlin'," atsumu greets you, lightly scratching your back as you type away on an assignment that should have been done hours ago. leaning into his touch, you look up at him with a tired smile. "hi, 'tsum."

"how 'bout we head to bed?"

nodding sleepily, you hit save on the document. "just a second, i'm going to submit this and then i'll come in," you yawn, stretching your arms above your head.

kissing your forehead, atsumu mumbles a quick see ya soon and shuffles towards his bedroom. your own apartment isn't far, but working on homework late is the perfect excuse for a sleepover. not that you needed one in the first place.

when you enter his bedroom, you smile to yourself as you see atsumu through the crack of the bathroom door, brushing his teeth with a sleepy look on his face. in your exhaustion, you flop on the bed and let out a long groan.

"feein' okay baby?" he slurs through the toothbrush hanging lazily out of his mouth.

"no," you groan once more and sit up in atsumu's bed. "i'm just so sick of my group mates," you huff, flopping back on the bed once your boyfriend slips in.

"what are they doin'?"

"they aren't helping me! i swear 'tsum, it's like they don't even care," you pout.

when he looks back on the conversation, he realizes this is where he made his first mistake.

"ask the professor for a new group! i'm sure they would let ya," he suggests, wrapping his arms around your body, pulling away slightly when he feels you tense up.

"it's not that easy, i'm stuck with them all semester. besides, it would be a lot of work to get groups moved around, and-"

"then there's no use complainin' about it darlin'."

mistake number two.

you sit up and turn to face your boyfriend with furrowed brows.

"excuse me?"

atsumu sits back as well and runs a hand through his hair. "well since there isn't anything ya can do about it, it doesn't do much good to complain-"

"i'm not, atsumu," you glare, and he swears he can feel the goosebumps fill his skin one by one. "i wasn't asking for advice, i was just trying to vent."

"i-im just trying to help," he stutters out of frustration, trying not to get too upset.

"you don't need to be dramatic about it."

the third and final mistake.

"what."

he clears his throat in shame. atsumu knows he shouldn't have said that.

"i was just tryin' to help, ya didn't need to get all mad."

he probably shouldn't have said that either.

with your jaw on the floor, you get up off of his bed and walk into the kitchen, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your bag and keys.

"c'mon babe, i didn't mean it. it's okay to be dramatic-" you raise your eyebrows and reach for the door. "wait! i didn't mean that, i just-"

"goodnight, atsumu."

he winces at both the slam of his apartment door and the lack of nickname. shuffling back to his room like a wounded puppy, he flops onto the bed and calls his brother.

it's been 2 days since that night, and he's barely heard from you. besides your text to let him know you arrived home safely and letting him know that you received a piece of his mail, you haven't said a word.

atsumu can't say the same.

double, triple, even quadruple texting you, blowing up your phone just to talk to you. he's going crazy in his apartment when he's home from practice, and he swears he can smell your perfume even though you haven't been there for days.

he just needs to talk to you. to tell you he's sorry.

as much as he hates to admit it, osamu is right.

which is why atsumu is walking back and forth in front of the floral shop downtown, phone to his ear as he whines to his twin.

"what do i do, 'samu? i fucked up, i know i shouldn't have-"

"opened yer stupid trap?"

"yeah," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "i want to make things right. i want to do better."

"well, i can't help ya with the last part. that, you gotta do yerself. but, i can help with the first part."

per his brother's recommendation, atsumu now stands at your door with the biggest bouquet of pink roses you've ever seen, with rosy cheeks to match.

"pink, huh?"

he gives you a shy smile from behind the petals. "yeah, do ya like 'em?"

you nod, and step to the side to let him in. grabbing the flowers from his hand, you set them on the counter to grab a vase.

"gratitude and appreciation,"

atsumu stops petting the cat that rubs at his feet and cocks his head to the side. "huh?"

placing the stems in the colored glass, you sigh. "pink roses are for expressing gratitude and appreciation,"

he nods and walks over to you slowly. "it's to say i'm sorry," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head.

"for what?"

he grabs both of your hands in his large ones and kisses the tops of them. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry for giving ya solutions when ya just wanted me to listen," he kisses your forehead softly and continues. "i'm sorry for callin' ya dramatic. i didn't mean it, a-and i feel so bad-" he cuts himself off and holds your face in his hands softly and looks you in the eyes.

"i love ya so much. the past two days have been hell. i've been worried sick about ya and i don't blame ya for ignorin' me. yer the best and i shouldn't have said those things to you."

placing his forehead on yours, he strokes his thumb across you cheek.

"yer so important to me. i don't wanna lose-"

"i forgive you."

he blinks, eyes searching yours. "i forgive you, 'tsum. i love-"

it's atsumu's turn to cut you off with the sweetest, most heart-melting kiss you've ever received. pulling away, he pulls you close, wrapping you up in his big arms.

"i've missed ya," you smile into his chest. "i've missed you too, baby."

pulling away, he walks towards the fridge to scrounge for something to eat, in true atsumu fashion. grabbing some takeout containers out of the fridge, he looks over his shoulder and winks at you.

"i'll work on keeping my big fat mouth shut for ya darlin',"

you laugh, and his heart swells. that's one of the sounds he missed the most.

kissing his cheek as he shoves some rice into said mouth, you grab a drink out of the fridge.

"you do have a big mouth, huh?"

chewing, he nods at you.

"let's put that big mouth to better use, shall we?'

walking towards your room as the sounds of choking and the stuttering of w-wait babe! fill the kitchen, you smile.

it's good to have atsumu back.

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader angst #atsumu x reader fluff #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq angst #hq fluff #haikyuu imagine #miya atsumu imagine

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 days

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hi cas :)

im not sure this is me asking for advice because i don’t think there’s really a recipe for getting over someone but i just need to rant into the void

so there’s this girl. let’s call her lucy. we went to the same high school but never really met. she was a year older and one of those “popular” girls i guess, so we never really crossed paths, but we knew about each other. she was one of those girls who made the room brighter just by being in it. like calling her gorgeous is an understatement. and she was always super kind to everyone. like all the boys in school had a crush on her at some point.

so fast forward a bit, first year of uni. i moved into a big city and enrolled into the same university as lucy’s best friend. let’s call her cathy (lucy lives in a different city about 4 hours from us). cathy and i quickly become really close and of course she starts mentioning lucy a lot. she also talks about me to lucy. cathy starts telling me how we should definitely hang out, how we have so much in common and how lucy would love to get to know me (we both loved taylor swift read the same books etc) but as we lived in different cities it was kinda hard to arrange. quickly we developed this kind of weird parasocial relationship through cathy. like lucy would tell cathy to ask my opinion on something, she would send cathy voicemails to forward to me when she wanted to discuss something, she also invited me to a harry styles concert but i was busy so i couldn’t go and so on. i should maybe point out that she didn’t really use social media so that’s why she didn’t dm me or something.

at one point i discover that lucy is a lesbian. cathy never really mentions it but it becomes quite obvious from some stories. and at this point, i kinda start crushing really hard. my little lesbian heart is only so strong and here’s this drop dead gorgeous girl who is so amazing and we have so much in common and god what is a girl to do.

i learn that lucy has a girlfriend and get kinda sad but can’t really complain so i try to get over my little crush and move on. however, one day lucy deletes all pictures with her gf from instagram she briefly had. a few weeks later she messages me and tells me she wants to visit me and cathy, and that there’s this big 1989 tv release party in the city i live in and she would love for us to go together. i’m of course smiling into my pillow.

so she comes in october for the party. this is our first time officially hanging out. and god, we have the best night ever. nothing explicitly romantic happens, but we just have so much fun. we go out for drinks and talk and then we go to this party and dance and drink and have the time of our life. and at this point i’m really thinking about this as a date, because we’re both queer and she hugs me and holds my hand and we actually cuddle in front of the club. and then. it’s really late and we’re both kinda drunk and want to go home so she calls her ex (?) to pick us up. i agree as i’m pretty tired but i’m also so confused as i have no idea what’s going on here. anyways, the night ends and we have brunch tomorrow and talk about how we had a great night, but don’t mention anything else.

long story short, she gets back together with her girlfriend and kinda stops contacting me as frequently, but half a year later, i’m still hung up on a girl i literally spent 24 hours with. and sure, i’m interested in other girls, have other crushes i guess, but somehow my mind always comes back to her. the reason i’m writing this today is because i haven’t listend to taylor in a while, but ttpd came out and suddenly i hear her in every song and she still told cathy to ask me my favourite song as soon as it came out. and she still talks about wanting to visit me and god i want to just move on so bad. but i know i’m gonna text her as soon as another party comes up when we’re both free. and it’s just gonna be the same thing over again.

Hi! <3

damn, this is...this sounds so difficult.

Honestly? I think Lucy needs to make up her mind. It sounds like she's trying to have her cake and eat it too by being with her girlfriend and flirting with you, and either she doesn't know what she's doing (which isn't great, but it happens) or she's not thinking about anyone else's feelings (which is worse).

I know it is so easy to get hung up on someone like this- there's like...such a fun aspect of a romance like this where it's drawn-out and a bit forbidden and kind of dramatic. But the problem with something like this is it hardly ever ends well and you deserve someone who wants you wholly.

Of course, this is all easy for me to say, as I'm not the one to experience it. But I think if I were you, I would take this album release as an opportunity to think about what you deserve and how you can use the songs to process your feelings. Because the important thing is, you deserve more, and you're not getting it, whether it's on purpose or not.

<3 <3 <3 <3 Sending you all the love!

Also, naming you deserving anon in case you want to update/write back!

#ask #asks #ask cas #deserving anon

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ireallycouldnotbebothered · 2 years

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•temporary lover•

summary: you are completely shocked when a criminal climbs into your window, pretending to be your lover as the cops are desperately on the search for him.

warnings: guns used inappropriately, violence(?) and alot of smut

mistas thoughts in blue!

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"Book inspiration is so hard to get these days!" You said as you threw another piece of paper in the now full trash can next to you. It had been 2 months since your first ever book had gone viral and now the expectations to release a book just as good were too high.

The money you had received from the book you got was treating you well though, your apartment was huge and you could get anything you wanted but you wanted to try and write something else.

Something with action and with well thought out characters was what you needed for another bestseller but right now your mind was blank.

You sighed and decided that you should probably stop for the night, you weren't getting anywhere and you were tired. You got changed into a white,silky nightdress and just as you turned around to go to your bedroom, you heard a loud BANG.

You froze. That came from downstairs! Were you being robbed?? Oh no, you were too young to die! You grabbed a plank that was next to you and ran down the stairs. You were in your hero arc right now so it was only right to be stupid and run straight into the scene.

When you got downstairs with the plank in both hands, you found a bizarre man in a blue suit on the floor with scratches and bruises all over his face.

He looked straight up at you with a mischievous grin.

The plank had now left your hand and you felt drunk as you couldn't decide on which emotion you were feeling, excitement,worry and all the others.

"who the fuck are you??" You said staring at him.

"I don't usually present myself like this so I deeply apologise for this miss, I'm known as guido mista, a pretty girl like you must have a pretty name, right?"

Who is this woman and why is she so amazingly pretty??

"MISTA AS IN FAMOUS GANG MEMBER MISTA WHOSE BEEN ON THE RUN FOR THE PAST 3 DAYS??" You shouted, remembering the news report you had read this afternoon.

"Oh I didn't know I was famous enough for a pretty girl like you to say my name. Luckily for you I think I'll be here for a while."

He laughs at your still shocked face as he gets up to sit on a chair.

"You look sexy in that nightdress by the way, I just about get a view of your boobs from here" he said, taking off his hat (?)(idk what its called lol) to reveal brown curly hair.

"Number 1 who said you're staying here and Number 2 don't be a fucking pervert or you're getting hit with the plank, infact you're getting hit either way" You shouted walking towards him.

"Come on I'm sure we can compromise pretty girl, right?"

"I dont think so Guido Mista." You smirked at the man who was now face to face with you.

"I'll let you do anything you want to me pretty girl. Anything." He said pulling you closer to him.

As he gets to examine your face more, he feels like he's seen you before on a show or something.

"Are you famous or something, I've definitely seen this pretty face before." He said, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You push him away slowly and sit on a chair opposite him and sigh.

What the fuck am I going to do with him? I mean I could ask him some stories he has about adventures or something at least.

"Ok. How about we make a deal, im a writer and i need some inspiration so tell me some of your best stories and you can stay for however long you need to." You said looking at him.

"That works perfectly for me but I should mention how the police are going through everyone on this street's houses to find me so uh-"

"WHAT."

Just as you were about to start shouting at him you heard a police officer talking to your neighbors.

"What the hell do we do??" You said crossing your arms.

"Easy. Fake sex. They won't come in when they hear a young, hot couple having the type of sex your neighbors complain about." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You froze. I mean all I have to do is fake moan it's pretty easy

"Fuck fuck fuck uh take off your clothes" You said to the brunette as the police officers were inches away from your door.

"Oh so we're dating now, its only been 5 minutes pretty girl and you want me this bad."

"Shut up and take off your clothes do you want to get caught?" You said taking off your nightdress to reveal a silky white lingerie.

"Oh wow, all this for me, you're too kind pretty girl." He said removing his outfit leaving you to view a god-like body infront of him.

You quickly ran to open the window near the door so your fake show could be heard.

You went to Mista and crawled ontop of him

"Dont make this harder than it already is Mista."

"Keep saying my name like that and I might not be able to control myself pretty girl." He chuckled, relaxing himself into the chair.

As soon as the both of you hear footsteps, you start to give him soft kisses all over his face and then his neck where you suck harder earning a loud groan from him.

"Right there baby" he says almost too genuine.

You hear a soft knock on the door.

"What do we do?" You whisper to him.

He pushes you towards him pressing his lips against yours, grabbing your ass in the process causing you to moan loudly.

"Why dont we have a little bit of fun?"

"As long as you dont get caught I do not care Mista." You whispered to him, worried that you could be heard.

To be honest you were just really horny and wanted this mystery man to give you a nice night.

He took off his boxers revealing a rock hard cock poking out.

You gulped, it's huge

He smiled at your expression and shoved his aching cock into your mouth.

You chocked slightly as he pushed further down your throat. You slowly bobbed your head, taking in his length earning some loud moans from him.

"Fuck just like that baby, don't stop I'm close" He groaned pushing your head deeper with one hand.

"Hello anyone in. It's the police, please open the door or we will have to ourselves."

You both froze.

FUCK.

"One second coming!" You shouted, slowly pushing Mista off to get a bathrobe from an other room.

You ran to the door and opened it with an annoyed expression.

"Uhm I'm busy right now, do you need anything?"

"Trust me we could tell." One of the officers said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" You said glaring at him.

"Sorry about him, we're looking for a criminal on the loose Guido Mista, do you have any idea of his whereabouts?"

Time for the main act.

"Are you saying that because I'm a woman, do you think I'm sleeping with him or something. I've already been disrespected by your colleague here so I really am considering talking to your boss." You said in the most stern voice you could.

As the two officers stood there shocked, suddenly Mista appeared behind you in a bathroom robe and a black face mask.

"Anything wrong babe, I can hear alot of noise" He said leaning on the doorframe beside you.

"Just these officers" you said playing along.

"Oh, if you guys don't mind we have some business to attend to right now so maybe you could come at a later time?"

The police officer stared at him attentively but ultimately gave up.

"Uh yes okay, were terribly sorry by the way miss" the officer said.

You slammed the door and shut the window and sighed.

"Jesus Christ they're so persistent"

"You owe me I saved your ass." Mista laughed as you fell onto the chair.

"No you owe me first. I have you the best blowjob of your life, give me a story."

"Fine, hmm where do I start." He said sitting next to you on the chair.

"Well I had a few adventures with this guy called Giorno Giovanna, he was crazy I swear-"

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#mista #anime #mista x reader #animesmut #Jjba #mista smut #anime x reader #jojo mista #jjba mista #guido mista

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jnjxi · 10 months

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I still hate you

Miguel O'Hara × gn!spider!reader 𓏸 🕸️

Warning: small make out session, probably bad English, terrible Spanish,mention of blood and injury but nothing too explicit so go safe.

Summary: You always hated Miguel. Or so you thought before you ended up stuck with him...

I realized I couldn't stand Miguel O'Hara the same day I met him.

I don't know exactly why.

Maybe it's because of that superior tone he uses, or because he always has the same serious expression maybe it's because he's always boring and stiff or because he does nothing but bark orders at everyone.

I don't know exactly why, but from that day on I decided that I would do anything to annoy him. It doesn't take too much to annoy Miguel, but the first few months I couldn't even get close to him.

Then Hobie Brown came along.

Annoying Miguel has been easy since the day Hobie arrived, but while Hob has gotten tired of doing nothing but tease our boss, I've become almost addicted to it. By now I don't think my day ended without having at least a little annoyed Miguel.

This is why I am now locked in an uncomfortable closet squeezed between the wall and O'Hara's body.

I try to move a little to be a little more comfortable, but the only thing I can do is cause a pained grunt from Miguel. His arm circles my waist from behind, holding me steady against his chest.

«Stay still, Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo.» I have no idea what he said, but it doesn't matter when all I hear is his rapid heartbeat and his breath brushing the side of my face.

«You are crushing me» I whisper to him annoyed.

In another situation, in a world where Miguel isn't a pain in the ass, I wouldn't mind being pressed against his muscular body, But that's not the situation, not when he's bleeding from his leg and the only thing blocking the wound is one of my webs.

«It's your fault we're in this situation, don't complain» I hear anger in his voice, but also something I identify as concern.

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to speak again but his hand gets over my mouth preventing me from doing so.

I decide to speak anyway, but the result is just a series of muffled sounds

his hand keep growing a little firmer. «Let me breath, O'Hara» I grip his wrist, trying to push his hand away «tranquilizarse . We can't be spotted.» He keep a firm grip on my wrist, but he remove his hand. «The only reason you're safe right now is because I'm not letting you move. »

I sigh, tilting my head back to rest on his shoulder, looking up at his face.

There is a small furrow on his face, between his eyebrows, like he's thinking hard about something -or is it just his typical expression, I don't know-

My gaze falls on his slightly open mouth, open just enough to show a part of his sharp fangs.

I hate Miguel, I hate that he's bigger and taller than me so he always towers over me,I hate that it's so intriguing and annoying at the same time i hate that he looks so good but he acts so ugly i hate knowing i hate him and still feel attracted to all the things that set him apart from anyone else, spider-person or not.

«Deja de mirarme, niña» His breath tickles my face, and his slightly huskier voice rouses me from my thoughts.

My mother has always called them "dangerous thoughts", the same ones that make you feel good before being dragged into oblivion.

Sins.

«What?» I frown.

We are so close, more than we've ever had, too close.

«Stop staring at me» He whispers bringing our faces even closer. I don't think he realized how close we are, that if he just tilted his head a few inches our lips would meet.

I hate him for not noticing, I hate him because he isn't pushing me away.

«Im not staring» My eyes lock with his. They're red, but not the same deep red as when he's angry.

I, unconsciously, lick my lips. He huff staring at me.

He did notice. Bastard.

«I hate you, If it weren't for you, I'd be back in my office by now, taking care of other anomalies. You are a pain in the ass»

He Speaks with contempt? and for a moment his fangs are clearly visible, white and gleaming. Every now and then I wonder if they are the reason for the small red marks on his lips, if he bites them causing small blood spills.Is he some kind of vampire? Or is it like a cat? Maybe a bat, like Batman.

Just the thought makes me smile, in the end they both have capes, don't they?

I hate Miguel O'Hara because which Spider-Man has the cape? Which Spider-Man has claws and fangs? Which Spider-Man relies on artificial intelligence?

«Why are you smiling now? I just insulted you» he looks confused.

So my gaze falls to his lips as he speaks. «Why should I care? You always insult everyone»

«I don't »

«Yes, you do. You are such a bitch with everyone, O'Hara. That's why I always talk back, because you deserve it.»

He grunts, sniffles and looks away, but his arm tightens around my waist even more,

almost possessively.

And here a yellow light illuminates our faces as Layla shows herself.

«Oh- I hope I didn't interrupt you» The hologram with the pink glasses smirks as she alternates her gaze between Miguel and me.

«Finally, where were you? Call Jess and Ben and tell them to deal with the anomaly, it's hanging around the palace.» Miguel starts giving orders to poor Layla who looks at him annoyed.

«Then open a portal to HQ, -name- doesn't have the device anymore and mine doesn't work well. Also tell the infirmary that I need bandages and maybe some stitches.»

«What do we say?» She asks,

Miguel looks at her with hatred, but sighs all the same before answering her «Please?» I giggle watching the scene.

Layla disappears, and a pink and blue portal opens in her place.

I smile trying to get into it, but Miguel's arm keeps me glued to him.

«What are you doing?» I turn to him in confusion, only to belatedly realize that his lips are on mine. His hand squeezes both of my cheeks, holding my face against his. I close my eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips on mine and his fangs occasionally tingling.

Then he pulls away abruptly, keeping my face away from his. I stare at him wide-eyed as I realize what he's done. I feel my swollen lips and hot cheeks.

«Just to be clear, I still hate you»

He moves me slightly to the side to enter the portal.I stay still for a few more seconds before following him and returning to my usual routine.

I hate him because now I don't know if I really hate him.

Mierda, solo faltas tu para empeorar todo:/ Shit, only you are missing to make everything worse./

tranquilizarse:/calm down/

Deja de mirarme, niña:/stop looking at me kid/

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heartbreakgrill · 1 year

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother, pt. 3- don’t you wait.

“i can be your friend, but that’s not what you want to hear. don’t you wait.”

a/n: angsty boi kol being angsty and cute; there will be one more part to this :,) love at first meeting tropes are my fav, can u tell??

"todays been long," i swallowed and allowed my body to slump forward, elbows planted on the table.

rebekah rested her chin on her fist. "i know. whose idea was it to make school start at 7:30am? i mean, im dead, and im tired."

i giggled at the sarcasm, "imagine being human."

rebekah made a face, "no, thanks. after that run-in with the cure, i've decided i somewhat enjoy being a vampire."

"well, good, considering you are one," i snickered. she flipped me off- a new trick i had taught her last week.

today was friday- which meant that, in 3 hours, i'd be headed to the mikaelsons to decorate. i didn't know if kol was going to pick me up. or i would have to walk in the rain. we hadn't messaged one another directly since wednesday.

of course, there was the group chat, with finn, klaus, kol, and elijah. we'd created it to solidify certain plans for the upcoming weekend. finn had a pretty great idea to take rebekah out of town for some supernatural conflict. it was a ploy, obviously. she'd get home from school, and they'd whisk her away. klaus thought it would be easier to dagger her for two days, but i quickly shot that idea down with, "this is a dagger free party zone."

thankfully, he got over the idea.

i didn't know what i'd done to upset kol so badly. but i'd felt incredibly anxious all week, thinking over every single thing i'd said and done to him on wednesday. but nothing stuck out to me. maybe he'd just been using me to plan to the party. maybe i had snored during my nap and he'd decided i was no longer attractive. but that felt incredibly childish for a 1,000 year old vampire.

"wanna hang this weekend?" rebekah snapped me out of my thought process.

i looked up at her, realized i was frowning, and straightened my gloomy posture. "oh, i don't know if i can," i scrunched my nose in apology.

rebekah rolled her eyes, "is it the guy? or work?"

i hesitated. i so wanted it to be because of the guy. i wish kol and i had longer than those two days to plan the party. i wanted to go for coffee again- wanted to sit in his car, listen to my music, and hear him complain about taylor swift again. wanted to watch him mumble the lyrics under his breath because he secretly liked her. but the jig was up at this point. i needed to ease myself out of that lie, considering kol and i were never going to have to sneak away again. not to mention the fact that he had threatened me. even if i had the option to be with him, i don't know that i would. any trust building between us was cleared.

"uh, work. yeah, i didn't really like that guy. he was kinda...toxic." i was still being honest.

rebekah tilted her head, examining my expression. "that's strange."

"what?"

rebekah took another swig of her water bottle, "i can smell your pheromones."

i widened my eyes suspiciously, "um. i'm not a bug, bek. i do- what?!"

rebekah cracked a knowing smirk, "i can smell it in your blood and on your skin. it's all you've smelled like all week. you do like him. a lot."

i went to reply, but my throat was frozen from any answer. my fingers fiddled with each other, red hot heat shooting down my body. "i don't know- what you're talking about."

i shoved a handful of pretzels into my mouth to avoid talking and screwing anything up.

rebekah trace her chin with the tip of her finger, thinking with a sly smile. "uh, yes, you do know what i am talking about. you like him; so why aren't you seeing him anymore? if he did something, tell me so i can kill him."

i swallowed thickly, nearly choking on the pretzels as they went down. "rebekah- i. ugh, he didn't do anything. i just don't think he's- a good fit? he has some major red flags."

rebekah replied, "you can tell all that from two dates? also, i have major red flags on a daily basis, and you still hang out with me. hell, if we were gay, we'd have eloped by now. why not give him a chance? why choose now to be picky?"

i began to explain the kol situation ambiguously. maybe her opinion would help me decide what to do. to forgive and forget, or hold a grudge- which would be so easy. "he doesn't like it when he can't be in control. like, he had to choose the coffee shop. and he had to pick where we sat-" i lied, speaking symbolically about the moment with kol in his car."he was just- bad boyish."

"i personally think you could use a little bad boy in your life, babes," she sipped at her drink, self-righteously smirking at me. "you're so cookie cutter- such a good little girl. i am a firm believer that we all need negative experiences to grow. besides, you might be able to help him. just be the strong independent woman that you are, and he'll have to kneel to your power. maybe the universe put you together so you can help him."

i glared at her, "rebekah, you are clinically insane. listen-" the lunch bell rang through my words, "i'm not gonna do any of that, but thank you. have a great weekend, and maybe we can do something sunday after i get off. goodbye, psycho!"

rebekah laughed after me as i left the lunchroom. i needed to catch my breath because what she was saying actually made sense. and it was hard to swallow. she was right.

i don't think kol is a bad person. i don't think most people are bad to the bone. human beings- yes, even dead vampires who aren't technically human- make mistakes. good people do bad things sometimes.

maybe he did need me. regardless of the fact that he was my best friend's brother, regardless of the fact that he had killed people- maybe he needed my kindness.

anger bests us, takes ahold of our better senses. it's only when we're mindful- a difficult, strenuous thing to do- are we able to look beyond the anger and control our situation and actions with kindness.

maybe if he apologized to me, things could be different. maybe he could prove to me that he wasn't that terrible person rebekah had described him as. this past week- besides that one moment in the car- he had been a different person than the reputation i knew. he was actually kind, with an actual personality, and a passionate listener. i think that deep down inside, his humanity needed to shove out of him, struggling against the darkest parts of him. like a bioluminescence on the bottom of the ocean floor. and i was scuba diving deeper.

i just had to decide if i wanted to keep swimming.

the final bell for the day was ringing as i slammed my locker door shut. slinging my backpack over my shoulder, i joined the throng of students leaving the building. my phone buzzed in the back of my jean pocket and i retrieved.

Kol :)- parked by the stadium.

my heart skipped a beat. there was something there. some humanity, even when he scared the hell out of me. because he was here to give me a ride to his house. because he was here.

i picked up my pace a little bit, ready and willing to see him. like rebekah said- i held the power. i needed to wield it.

when i stepped out of the doors to the school, i spotted his car right away. his hung head hung low, left elbow perched on the window sill and right hand slunk around the wheel. i contained the urge to grin at him and began to step out into the parking lot. i knew he could hear my heart beat and smell my blood- but he never looked up.

as i got closer to the car, my stomach sunk. he wasn't getting out to open the door. he wasn't lifting his head to smile at me. i hesitated, but opened the car door, and sat in the car. he still didn't look at me. instead, he waited a second for me to put my seatbelt on, and sped out of the parking lot.

i clutched my book bag, heart beating a little more rapidly. was he still angry with me? i suddenly didn't wanna be in the car with him- i didn't wanna be anywhere near him. i pushed my shoulder against the door and peeled my eyes off of him.

it was silent until we reached his house, for the sound of him opening and slamming the door shut penetrated the cold silence. he sped into the house within the blink of an eye. i watched as the front door hung open- for me.

i shouldered my book bag, closing the car door slowly. my throat tightened. fear or anger or something unpleasant tickled my stomach. with a deepened frown, i made my way inside. i slid off my shoes and set my book bag down on the bench in the foyer.

i took a guess and headed for the living room. there, luckily, kol was sitting on the couch, legs crossed and feet propped on the coffee table. he nursed a crystal glass of blood. elijah was sitting in the window seat- thank god- with his own glass. he looked up as i entered and grinned at me.

"afternoon, y/n," he nodded. "how was your day at school?"

i clenched my jaw, staring at kol's face, willing him to look my way. i felt i would shrivel up if he didn't just look at me. i yelled at him in my mind, wondering if he would hear, if he would listen to me.

but he didn't.

i glanced at elijah, voice dry, "hi. fine, thanks. you?" i pressed my front against one of the arm chairs, my hands coming to rest on top of it, nervously rubbing the fabric.

elijah chuckled, "why, my day at school was wonderful, thank you for the inquiry. today i learned-"

"'lijah-?" kol cut him off though he still stared right ahead. "shut up."

elijah made a pointed face, amusement lacing his lips. "i see we've chosen to be grumpy today, kol. remember- frowning is not a good look for you."

i heard a whoosh behind me just as kol went to speak again. i glanced behind my shoulder and watched klaus saunter into the room. he stopped beside me, smiling down at me. i sent a weak one back.

"shall we start decorating, or do i have to listen to this insufferably awkward moment much longer?" klaus spoke. apparently, only finn had gone with rebekah on her secret mission. they were someone in california.

kol dipped his head back and chugged the rest of his drink. "let's get this over with."

elijah took two small sips to finish his own drink. "where shall we start, y/n?"

klaus and elijah looked to me. i moved my eyes back to kol, furrowing my brows as i glared at him. "uh- follow me."

what the fuck was his problem?

klaus and elijah helped carry the decorations out of kol's room. i didn't even let myself peak around- i was blinded by anger. i knew i was frowning and speaking in short sentences, but i couldn't think straight.

what had i done?

opened my chest up to a serial killer and expected him to not rip my heart out.

that's what.

we started decorating in the foyer. klaus put on some 80's rock- his apparent favorite genre- while everyone hung streamers, blew up balloons. we ran a pink runner down the middle of the room, set up tables for food along the walls. tomorow morning, a company would be delivering about a thousand red roses, rebekah's favorite flower, to decorate the archway of balloons adorning the front of the house. a local bakery had made a three tier cake and we had bought enough chips and various other snack foods to feed a third world country.

by the time we were done with today's tasks, it was 7pm. i was exhausted, starving, and ready to leave. kol had continued his silent treatment. to literally everyone.

klaus, at one point, tried to tease him about his shoddy balloon work. he said something funny and grabbed kol by the back of the neck, pushing his head forward. in response, kol snapped his fangs in klaus' direction and warned him to watch his hands or he'd lose his head.

i felt uncomfortable. klaus and elijah were nice enough, but i could tell that they were trying to ease the tension. like they knew kol would eventually snap at me, and hurt me.

once we were done, i bid klaus and elijah farewell. elijah went to reply, but i turned on my heel before he could say anything. kol had left for his room ten minutes ago, without a word to any of us. whatever. we didn't need his help anyways.

i slipped into my shoes, tugging my heavy backpack up and over my shoulder. the night air was cold on my arms as i stepped out of the house. the door shut behind me softly. i shivered as the wind whipped past my ears.

it was going to be a long walk home. i braced myself and began my trek. ten minutes in, i was frozen to the touch. my fingers were numb from the chill and my chest hurt from the cold air. i could've called caroline- somebody. but the walk felt good. the quick pump of my legs allowed for my energy to dissipate. any anger or annoyance i had was slowly easing out.

that was, until-

a pair of headlights shone from the distance behind me. i glanced behind my shoulder, but continued on my way. the car was going extremely fast and my eyes squinted as the lights became brighter. i tried to walk faster, a sick feeling in my stomach. then, i noticed the shape of the car, and the blue color of its siding. i stepped into the grass as it came to a tearing stop right behind me. my backpack fell off my shoulder, and i let out a huff.

"what the fuck is your problem?!" i crossed my arms as kol stepped out of the car.

his face was the same- angry, annoyed. he came around to me and grabbed my back pack. "get in the car."

oh, he had a voice! what a surprise!

i scoffed at he tossed my bag into the passenger seat. "fuck you, kol! i'm not going anywhere with you!"

kol stepped back in front of me. he glared down at me, his jaw tense. he stared at me for a second before grabbing my bicep.

i screeched at his rough pull, and kicked him in the shin. "what the fuck, kol."

kol stooped down in pain. but he recovered quickly and towered over me again. "get in the car, y/n!"

my name sounded venomous on his tongue. i shook my head, taking a step back from his. kol rolled his eyes, darkened with frightening anger. my brows hesitated from their furrow, and my lips parted in fear. i took another step back.

i flinched as he reached forward; kol tossed my over his shoulder, gripping the backs of my thighs as i hung like a rag doll. he started walking towards the car, and i began to hang at his back with my fists.

"put me down! help! somebody help me!" i screamed, but the night air was silent in response. critters sung harmoniously in mockery and the moon hung low in a teasing freedom.

i kicked at him, but he remained strong. kol opened the door and set me down onto my feet. i was seething, still frightened, but too angry to care about safety.

"you are a fucking douchebag," i murmured. kol gestured to the car.

i looked over his shoulder, to my right, where the woods lay in darkness. i met kol's eyes. he must've reached an understanding because he tilted his chin and widened his pupils.

"do-"

with all of my might, i kicked him in the balls. kol doubled in pain. i kicked his shoulder, too, and as he fell over, i started running into the woods. i pulled my phone from my pocket as i ran, dialing caroline's number. just as i went to press call, something pulled me from my feet. within 5 seconds, i was back at the car.

kol pinned me up against the back door, chest heaving up and down, chocolate eyes a desolate black as he glared. "what the fuck was that?"

the car was cold against my back. kol's hand were planted on either side of my shoulders, and his head stooped low. i could see the white of his narrowed eyes.

i tore my eyes from his, choosing to glare at the collar of his jacket. kol spoke again, "huh? what was that? it's not safe to walk home alone, y/n. just let me take you home!"

i rolled my lip between my teeth, "i'm good, thanks." my voice was wobbly with fear.

kol slammed his hand against the car, next to my left shoulder. i flinched at the violence. i glanced at his face and watched as his eyes glazed over, the veins beneath his eyes popping out. his fangs hung low from his mouth.

i shivered, pressing further into the car. kol noticed me shrinking away and cursed under his breath. "no- i- fuck! i'm fucking stupid."

i continued looking at him. his fangs retracted. his eyes went back to normal. he pulled his hands off the car, running them over his head frustratingly.

"i'm so fucking pathetic. i need to breathe a second-" he paced.

my shoulders slumped. i blinked harshly, willing away the fear. "kol-"

i felt- sad. i hurt for him- he was just frustrated with himself. not me. he had a difficult time controlling his anger. he had no emotional regulation. but im positive that if he was human, that wouldn't be the case. kol wasn't evil.

he could be a terrifying monster but here- here, under the dim light of the moon, he was just a boy. at the end of the day, he was just a boy, trapped in the body of a vampire. he wanted to act normally- to laugh loudly and fall for a girl. but he couldn't be mindful of his emotions because they were all over the place. anger misplaced all other focus because it was all he knew.

kol paused, head shoved in his palms, breathing quickly. i reached out a hand and my fingers brushed over his. he flinched at my cold touch, and he dropped his arms, moving a step back.

i let my hand rest in the air, reaching for him. kol stilled, cheeks flushed red with frustration, eyes a little watery. he was terrified and angry. he glanced at me and my hand.

i sighed, stepping forward. "just let me give you a hug, kol."

he hesitated, but stepped forward, practically falling into my hold. he clutched my waist, and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders. i hushed into his ear, brushing the back of his hair soothingly.

"it's okay," i hummed, "just take a deep breath."

kol was raised with anger. his father was a violent man, taking care of his children in a barren land of forced natural selection. his mother was a crafty witch who used her powers to selfishly preserve her children, then turned on them to feed her own desires. his brothers and sister were competitive, angry by nature.

when had kol last been comforted? when had someone last hugged him? when he threw tantrums like this one, who soothed him through them? empty or pregnant threats from his brothers and sister worsened the situation. teasing, backlash, daggerings. none of it helped.

lol just needed to be held. he needed to be angry- to soothe through his emotions with a helping hand like mine. he had attachment issues. he was scared to trust, to make interpersonal connections. it was basic psychology.

we stood there on the side of the road for fifteen minutes, hugging one another. kol cried. i didn't tease him for it or think him weird. i thought he was strong. and i hoped he could feel my pride for his ability to feel.

eventually, he pulled away. he didn't look at me, but at my shoes. i kept a hand at the nape of his neck, curling my fingers through his locks. he shuffled, "can i drive you home?"

i nodded, "yes."

kol opened the door for me, gently, and shut it behind me, quietly. i waited patiently as he walked to his side and got on.

"taylor swift?" i laughed, holding up my phone.

he nodded with the tiniest hint of a smile. i played my favorite song, and watched his finger lightly tap against the wheel to its rhythm. he didn't say anything the entire way to my house. neither did i. silence was an understanding that some needed to reach.

at my front door, kol waited as i unlocked the knob. i turned, standing in the doorway, and finally met his eyes.

he sighed, opened his mouth, "i'm sorry-"

i shook my head once. kol paused. "we can talk in the morning, yeah? why don't you go home, get some sleep?"

kol nodded, a tight lipped smile. "thank you for- that. please, don't tell any-"

"do you think i'm that mean?" i laughed.

kol's face finally lit up. "i'm just not used to feeling vulnerable. especially with someone i barely know."

i shrugged, "you should try it more often. it's illuminating. plus, you know my favorite color. what else do you need to know?"

kol chuckled shortly, "goodnight, darling."

i basked in the nickname. he turned to leave and i stepped back on the porch. kol stopped, half turning back to me. i rounded his body, sliding a gentle hand onto his cheek, and pressed a short kiss to the apple of his face. kol blushed.

"kol, i-" i faltered.

he shushed me, turning to face me completely. his hand hesitantly slid around my waist, the other cupping my chin. i lay my hand on his shoulder.

"no, let me-" i took a deep breath, "i want to trust you. i do- but, you need to let me in. i'm not your family. i'm not going to mock you for your humanity. i want to- to help you. so, let me help you."

kol's eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes. "i want that, too. i've only known you for a week, but i want to show you my whole heart. and that is officially the cringiest thing i've ever said-!"

we shared a hearty laugh at his comment. i squeezed his shoulder, hovering closer. "you've been alive forever, so you should know: time means nothing."

kol gulped, nervous. then, he tugged me closer, and kissed me.

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6:52pm.

rebekah would be here at 7:30pm. the party began at 6:30- but people didn’t start showing up until 5 minutes ago. the sooner you tell people, the later they arrived. some stupid party rule.

the day had gone by smoothly. the flowers were delivered and decorated at noon. i arrived just before they did, sleepy and anxious.

i barely slept for numerous reasons. i was mostly nervous for how today would go- nervous for it to actually happen. and because kol and i had kissed.

just a minute detail.

he wasn’t there in the morning when i arrived. something about a small errand he’d had to run. i saw him at 5:45pm, when i was in rebekah’s bathroom, getting ready. he knocked gently on the door, the hanger to a dress bag slung around his finger.

i was leaning over the bathroom counter, applying lipstick. i paused when i saw him in the mirror and a small smile turned up my lips.

kol smiled back. he held out the bag, “i got you something.”

i turned, setting the lipstick down on the counter. “oh, you didn’t have to.”

kol shrugged, “i know. i wanted to.”

he held the bag as i undid the zipper. a purple, silky party dress hung from the bag. i grinned at it’s appearance, admiring the cut.

“oh, my gosh,” i stepped forward and tossed my arms over his shoulders.

it’s like i just didn’t know how to act in front of him.

kol hugged my waist. “i was out getting rebekah’s present and i saw this. i don’t know if you had something else to wear, but i’ll compel you if you don’t wear this.”

i pulled back and slapped his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous. i’ll wear it.”

“can’t wait,” kol flashed a cheeky smirk and left the bag with me.

i adjusted the hem, sitting on the bench in the foyer patiently. my strappy heels were already hurting my feet, but i tried to ignore the dull ache. the doorbell rang and i jumped up from my spot.

caroline, bonnie, and elena were on the doorstep. i grinned at my friends, tossing myself into the group hug. i ushered them into the house, taking their jackets into the small closet off the foyer.

“oh, my god, your dress,” caroline gawked, tugging at the side of it.

bonnie chuckled with awe, “you look hot!”

i blushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “thanks, guys. hey, listen, i know there’s animosity between all of us, but please-“

elena set a hand on my shoulder, “not tonight. of course. tonight is for rebekah.”

i squeezed her hand. “go; enjoy yourselves. she’ll be here soon.”

they nodded and joined the crowd dancing through the foyer. i sat back on the bench and checked the time on my phone. i heard a set of footsteps and looked up as elijah sat beside me.

he offered a cup of some questionable liquid. i declined with a hand, “i think i should stay sober.”

elijah scoffed, “okay, i can smell the anxiety seeping off your shoulders. dear, not being sober might be a good idea.”

i peered at him. then i took the cup, reluctantly, and sipped at it. “thanks.”

elijah nodded, “i don’t know what’s going on with you and kol, but so be careful. rebekah is territorial-“

“i know,” i interrupted. “i’ll lose my head. don’t need to remind me, thanks.”

elijah shook his head, “no, no,” he tutted, “didn’t let me finish. but- rebekah is loving. she wants happiness for the people she loves. and she loves you more than anything i’ve ever seen. so, try not to sneak around. try to be honest.”

i looked to him, “really?”

elijah nodded, sipping at the red plastic cup. “you’re the best friend she’s ever had. like a sister. to all of us, even.”

elijah set a cold hand on my knee. i leaned my shoulder against his lovingly. “in a not creepy way, considering…kol?”

elijah laughed heartily, “in a not creepy way. oh-“

someone caught his attention to his left. i perked up. kol stepped forward. elijah stood, “i’ll leave you two alone.”

i stood up, too, nervously clutching my cup. kol glanced as elijah left, then latched his eyes on my body. he dragged his gaze from my heels and up to my eyes.

“in the most respectful way, darling, you are gorgeous,” kol shoved his hands in his pockets.

i blushed deeply, feeling the best spread down my neck and shoulders. kol stepped towards me. i did, too. we didn’t touch, but it felt like we did- the way our auras wrapped around one another. the way our body heat melted around each other’s outline.

“don’t suppose i could drag you to the dance floor before my sister returns?” kol held out a hand.

i glanced to the front door. then, i looked down into my cup, and chugged the rest of it. “what the hell!”

i latched my hand onto kol’s. he dragged me onto the floor. then, he spun around to face me. his hands guided themselves to my hips, tugging my body flush against his. i tossed mine over his shoulders, wrists crossed at the back of his head. we danced sloppily, lazily, sweaty. staring into each others eyes like a rom-com, laughing as we stepped on toes and tripped over other dancers. we didn’t have the capacity to watch where we were going because we couldn’t look away from each other.

at 7:25, i ended our dance. kol groaned as i pulled my body away, but he let me go. before i left for my place at the foyer, i hugged him quickly.

“we have to tell her. tonight.”

as i stepped away, kol met eye, and nodded.

he looked scared. i squeezed his hand and motioned for him to breathe. he did.

i stood in the foyer. klaus, elijah, and kol stood around me. klaus’ phone buzzed and a text from finn informed him they were almost here. we shut off the lights and informed everyone to stay quiet.

i heard rebekah on the other side of the door, groaning about being tired and bored of finn’s, “depressing wit. like, okay, edgar allen poe, we get it. stop brooding and go learn to knit, or something.”

i giggled at her words. she cut herself off at the sound of my laugh. “why are there a billion heart beats-“

the door slowly creaked open and rebekah stepped inside the house. the lights flickered on and we all yelled surprise. the music started up again, and everyone cheered. rebekah flinched at the shock, eyes shooting around at all the people here- here for her.

she landed her gaze on me, and tears pricked at her eyes. “y/n! you lying bitch!”

i opened my arms and she jumped into them, squeezing me tightly. i hugged her back, my heart beating fast with happiness. she pulled away and saw elijah, klaus, and kol.

“did you lot have something to do with this?” she pressed her hands into her cheeks, shocked to her core. rebekah was grinning so widely.

elijah and klaus shook their head. klaus tilted his chin towards kol. rebekah widened her eyes at her older brother. he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking to the floor sheepishly.

“my idea, but y/n planned all of it,” kol murmured, with a shrug.

i intertwined my hand with rebekah’s. “without kol, there’d be no party.”

she tossed her free arm around kol’s shoulders, hugging him tightly. over her shoulder, he met my eyes, and grinned widely. “thank you,” he mouthed.

i shook my head, waved him off.

the night flew out from underneath us. i took my heels off not long after rebekah arrived because she forced me onto the dance floor. for three straight hours, we danced. eventually, we peeled her off the dance floor to the cake. we sang her happy birthday and watched as she opened presents. i had bought her the entire book set of the bridgerton series and half of a best friend necklace, a silly concept we’d made fun of. it was sentimental and funny- the perfect gift.

it was the perfect night.

too bad i had to go and ruin it.

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a weekend getaway

pairing: husband!seungcheol x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [list of private birthday prompts i made for myself]

word count: ~1k

warnings: food mention (nothing specific). a surprise birthday trip. slightly suggestive (some kissing with implications/talk of sex later).

daisy’s notes: every day i try to write for this mans and i’m like “okay so husband-” because hes husband material im sorry.

Your husband could be... insistent sometimes.

This wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest: he was the kind of person who fought for things to be better for people, including both his large circle of friends and for you. But he woke you up far too early that morning, insisting that you needed to go now and that you could sleep in the car while he drove. Most people would question it, maybe push a little harder about why he was badgering you to get up so early on a Saturday where neither of you had anything to do, but you craved sleep and knew the fastest way to get back to it was to let him guide you to the car. Maybe if you had been awake, you’d noticed all the little things. The luggage already packed and tucked into the back of the car, the bag of snacks sitting in the backseat, the excited way he kept glancing back at you every so often with the most tender expression that rivaled the one he gave you on your wedding day: he had made plans. When he found the time to make them, to enact all of this, you couldn’t be sure.

But you weren’t going to complain about a weekend in Daegu. Not when your husband kept giving you these cute, love-struck looks every so often. Even when he walked back out of the bathroom to find you lying on the bed, eyes shut despite insisting you were getting ready to go back out for dinner after a day of mindless exploring and shopping. Earlier it felt like the two of you had been on your honeymoon again, hearing him offhandedly mention “my wife” in every place he could, the tagging on the fact it was (almost, but strangers wouldn’t know) your birthday whenever he deemed it appropriate. He liked dropping little things like that into his conversation. You’d received too many texts from his friends begging you to ask your husband to stop saying that he’s going home to “his wife” because they know your name, just say your name, please get him to stop flexing his marriage over us--

The bed dipped beside you and you opened your eyes to see Seungcheol lying next to you, just admiring you for a moment, He reached over, pulling your hand over so he could press a kiss against your fingers. “Do you not want to go out?”

You mumbled something incomprehensible as you moved over, filling the empty space right next to him with your body. You laid your head on his chest, shutting your eyes again as you draped an arm over him. He chuckled, curling his arm around you and tracing shapes into your back.

“We can stay in if you’re tired.”

“No,” you mumbled, “I wanna go out. Just gimme a second to rest.” You could feel his chuckle from where you were lying. So you lightly smacked him, just enough to make him laugh a little louder that time. “You woke me up early.”

He continued to slowly trace his fingers into your fabric, just lying there with you close to him. The steady rise and fall of his chest was soothing. He paused, just for a second, breathing in. “I wanted to take you somewhere else.”

“Hm?”

“You deserve to be spoiled,” he said. “I only get to spoil you once a year like this.” Then he sighed. “Ah... Why did your birthday have to fall on a weekday this year? How am I supposed to spoil my pretty wife if you’re at work all day?”

“You don’t have to spoil me--”

He shook his head. “I do. Today’s the only day I can spoil you completely.”

“What about our anniversary?” You sat up a little, bracing yourself against the bed. “You always talk about spoiling me then.”

He reached up, cupping your face with one hand as he dragged his thumb along the apple of your cheek. “Our anniversary is for us,” he teased, “that’s what you always say.”

“Because it is!” You pulled away from him, sitting up fully. “It’s not fair to try and spoil me on our wedding anniversary when you always insist that I don’t have to do anything special. Then you start pouting when I don’t tell you happy anniversary at midnight.”

At first, he sat there, saying nothing. Then he pouted, reaching for your hands. “You didn’t hear me say happy birthday--”

Another smack sent him into a fit of giggles. “Because it’s not even my birthday yet!”

“It is in my heart.”

You rolled your eyes, “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he sat up, pulling you closer to him, “I’m thankful that you were born every day.” Seungcheol leaned forward, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck. “I love you. Thank you for being born.”

Despite the urge to call him cheesy, you melted into him a little as he pressed another kiss against your skin. With a shudder, you breathed out a quiet “Cheol--”

But he pressed another kiss into your neck. “We don’t have to go out,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut. “Didn’t you want to stay in?”

With a little nudge, he backed off as you looked at him. “I’m hungry,” you said, “so... We can just pick up where we left off later, okay?”

There it was: that soft, love-struck look again. He nodded, pressed a quick peck against your lips. “Okay. Later,” he squeezed your sides a little. Before you could go to get up, he tugged you into his lap again. “I love you.”

Your husband could be insistent sometimes. So you leaned forward, pressing a quick peck in return against his lips, and brushed his hair back from his face. “I love you, too, you big softie. Now let’s go get dinner.”

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