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iguana-eyanna · 1 year

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Not Like Any Guy I Met

Paring: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x plus size! reader

Summary: You realize that a name doesn't really define a person, especially if their call sign is Hangman.

a/n: it's a bit short, but I wanted to write about him after watching Top Gun for the 3rd time lol

You never felt head over heels for a guy till you met Jake, a.k.a Hangman.

He was quite the charmer, especially with his sharp wit and blinding smile. You couldn't say no to him when he asked to take you out on a date.

"I love this song." Jake said as he leans by the jukebox at the Hard Deck. You don't pay attention to the man who was by you, only seeing his navy uniform. "Souvenir by Billy Joel... it's one of the classics." you said, not trying to pay attention to him. "You know, my dad always told me that when you meet a girl who likes Billy Joel, you should take her out on a date." You scoff, almost laughing. "Really, your dad said that?" You ask, now turning around to see Jake for the first time. He was very handsome; and those dark blonde locks and green eyes? You could almost melt, but you kept your guard up. He could see you turning the gears in your brain and he smirks. "Let's just say I'm loosely quoting my pops." You take a step closer, crossing your arms as your skepticism takes over. "Okay... Lieutenant Seresin," You said, reading his name tag. "Ask me out." Now it was his turn to be off guard, as his pickup line usually worked 1/9 of the time. But at the end of the night, he got your phone number and the two of you started texting each other the night of.

Jake crossed everything off your list: he was a gentleman, respectful, flirtatious, and not afraid to tell that you have spinach in your teeth (you hate that guys are too embarrassed to tell you).

But one day, you briefly met his friends from work as you were dropping lunch for him. They were shocked at first, saying things like "I'm surprised you haven't broken up with him yet" or "I never met anyone who's dated him for more than a couple of weeks" and the famous quote Phoenix lives by:

"They call him Hangman for a reason."

Maybe they were just fooling around with you or they didn't want to see another girl get hurt, but you knew you had to talk with Jake before your heart gets broken.

Now you were by yourself at a fancy restaurant, waiting for him to arrive back at work. He chose this place and even reserved this table, but work got the best of him so he said that he'd meet you there.

You were fiddling with a small fork on your side and look up, seeing Jake looking a bit out of breath as his clothes seemed a bit wrinkled.

"I'm sorry darlin', I only had time to shower and throw on what I could find when I was done with training. I hope you didn't wait so long and can forgive me."

"Yeah, it's not a problem." You said in a small voice as you give him a sweet peck before he sat down in front of you.

Soon, you two began to eat your appetizers. You didn't say much as you were slightly playing the food on your plate, hearing Jake go on about breaking one Maverick's record.

He was in mid-sentence when he realized that you weren't being yourself, not even stopping him from gloating.

"Is everything alright?" He asks genuinely, reaching out for your hand.

You retreat your hand away from his reach, feeling a bit insecure.

"It's nothing, trust me."

Jake shakes his head, feeling a bit heated.

"I'm not going to let this go! You seem troubled and I want to fix it." Jake said, earning some stares around you.

"You are causing a scene, J." You whispered.

"Is it someone at work that's giving you a problem? I'll come down and give them a piece of my mind-"

"It's you, okay? You're the problem!" You barked back.

The restaurant fell into silence as they heard your outbreak, so you started to tear up and excused yourself out of your table and paid your tab.

Jake was shocked at first until he got to his senses and paid his tab too in order to follow you.

On your way to your car, you can hear him calling your name as he ran after you. You tried to be quick and finally sat in the driver's side, but he was quick enough to open the passenger side and sat down, facing you.

"Go away, Jake." you said, trying so hard not to cry.

"Baby, I just want to know what's going on. Please tell me." He whispers, seeing that this isn't you.

You take a deep breathe and stare into his green eyes.

"Is it true? That your call sign is the same when you date a girl to lead her on so you can leave her hanging?"

He was about to ask you how you could say such things, but he remembers how his friends can talk. All of that cockinesses he displayed really bit him in the ass this time.

He could lie to you, saying that he's not painted as the guy everyone says he is. But he knew he had to come clean.

"I wasn't best known to have the greatest relationship streak. But all of that changed when I met you."

You sigh as you feel your eyes well up.

"Jake, I really like you. You're not like any guy I met. But I need to know if this relationship is serious to you and not a game. If so, I'm not playing it."

He pauses for a moment, trying to find his answer. But his silence made up your mind.

"Please, get out of my car. I never want to see you again" you whispered, as you imparted the last words he would ever hear from you.

He didn't want to leave, but he had to. He slowly slips his way out and stands outside.

You quickly start your car and leave the parking lot, your eyes flooding with tears. You look both ways and began driving away, seeing him where you left him in your rearview mirror.

Focusing on the not so busy road, you start to drive on the main road. Suddenly, Jake jumps in front of your car and you brake harshly seeing him.

You unbuckle and get out of your car.

"Are you INSANE? I almost hit you!"

Jake couldn’t care less as he walked up towards you.

"You're right, okay? I'm not like any guy you met. Sometimes, I think that I'm the world's greatest creation and it gets to my head. I fly planes for a living but for once in my life, I found the girl who brings me down to earth. I want to change for the better because I want you to be in my future.”

You gulp as you hear him say those things. You guys never talked about what would life be like together. He ripped out his heart and held it out for you.

"J..." you whispered, unsure if you want him back,

"You have every right to listen to my friends. I can be a dick sometimes. But let's get one thing straight... I will never hurt you. I can't even fathom it because what did I do to deserve you? So please... can you give this cocky pilot a second chance?"

You don't say a word as Jake stands there in silence in the middle of the road.

"Baby-"

"I just like keeping you on your toes, Seresin. Of course, I want you back."

You hear the relief in his breathing as he holds you by your waist while you hold his face as you two kissed.

You break apart at those green eyes you fell for, knowing that the two of you can work this out.

"But if you break my heart, prepare for a tornado."

Jake chuckles as he brings you closer to his chest.

"I wouldn't dream of it, darlin'."

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aegyo-ahegao · 1 year

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Hello this is embarrassing but Can you possibly write a Baby boy subby (NOT AGE PLAY) just super subby Felix Spit kink and sloppy make out sessions fic with Chan just something simple or It could be a subby DK with Woozi! If ya have time that is. Also just so we are clear, not a minor, i’m 23. So we cool!

omfg i love this!!! dont be embarrassed lol it's my forte to write self indulgent kpop shit! I'll do ChanLix here but i'll 100% do something with DK and Woozi too! (also I realised like halfway through writing this that you probably wanted more a multiple encounters type fic but i already started qwq) I hope you like it! <3

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“Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

sub!Felix x gentle dom!Chan, spit, praise kink, pre-established realtionship

MINORS DNI UNDER THAT CUT

Felix knocked softly on the door to Bang Chan's room, careful to not wake up anyone else with the noise. He rocked impatiently on his heels as he waited for an answer.

"Lix?" Chan cracked open the door, rubbing his eyes. "Is something wrong?"

Felix swallowed before answering. "N-No. Can... I come in for a bit?"

Chan stepped to the side, making room for Felix to make his way in. Felix sat on Chan's bed with a huff. Chan joined him soon after.

"What is it baby boy?" Chan pulled Felix into a side hug.

Felix scrunched his face in embarrassment, both at the nickname and what he wanted to say. Chan and he had only started exploring their kinks with each other recently but Felix couldn't get them out of his head. Before he'd made his way here he'd just been laying in bed all night, thinking about what he'd have his boyfriend do to him if he was only brave enough to ask. "Um..." He cleared his throat. "Chris, I'm... I'm kinda-"

"Needy?" Chan whispered, placing his hand on Felix's cheek. "It's alright baby you can tell me."

Felix felt his face heat up. "Um, uh." He struggled to form a coherent thought with Chan's all-knowing eyes on him. So instead he gave a quick nod.

A smile curled on to Chan's face. "Good boy." He purred and pecked Felix on the cheek. Felix whimpered at the praise. "Tell me what you want, baby." He creeped his face closer and closer to Felix's.

Felix whined. "I dunno..." His head was already starting to get light and drifty. "I just want your attention."

"Aww, poor baby." Chan said, sickly sweet. "Poor sweet thing, can't even think he's so worked up."

"Stooop." Felix whined again. He gave Chan his very best puppy dog eyes.

Chan chuckled. "I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute when you're all fuzzy-brained." He leaned forward and gave Felix a quick kiss. And another. And another. Chan was right, Felix was getting fuzzy-brained. He could barely form sentences .

"Chan-hyung... Please." He squeaked.

Chan smiled fondly. "Do you want what we were doing a couple night's ago?"

Felix nodded. “Fine, but… only if we go slow, okay?”

"Of course, baby. I could never rush you." Chan cooed. He pulled Felix on to his lap like he weighed nothing. Felix tried not to melt. Chan tapped a finger against Felix's lips. Felix parted them gently, just enough to let Chan's finger slip in. Chan stroked his tongue softly, gathering some spit on his finger tip. He slipped another finger past Felix's lips and moved slowly towards the back of his mouth. Felix could feel his eyes start to water. He watched as a bead of spit rolled down Chan's palm and pooled into a crease on his wrist. Felix whimpered. He could see how enthralled Chan was by just watching the strings of spit as he moved his fingers around Felix's mouth. Chan pulled them out slowly and placed them in his own mouth.

Felix swallowed hard. He didn't think that would get to him as much as it did. "Shit..." he mumbled.

Chan sucked his fingers dry, or at least drier, then pulled them out. "Cute." He hummed. Before Felix could get embarrassed, Chan was already pressing another kiss to his lips. He kissed him again, his movements getting a little sloppy. His mouth started to open against Felix's. When Felix parted his lips in return he was instantly greeted by Chan's tongue in his mouth. Chan swished his tongue under Felix's, enjoying the minty taste of his toothpaste. Felix let out a small moan. He felt Chan smile against his mouth. He took Felix's bottom lip in between his teeth a tugged gently, making Felix moan again. Chan pressed one last firm kiss onto Felix's lips before pulling away.

"You should go lock the door."

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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hey! I am obsessed with ur writing and I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where you are best friends with Harry and you are REALLY horny and are cuddling with him and you get wet n stuff through your panties and he notices and offers to help? thank you SO MUCH ily🥰

Postitions

warnings: oral (female receiving)

word count: 2.5k

hi! sorry this took so long but i’m rlly proud of how it came out so i hope you like it !

“Harry get in here!”

Your best friend popped his head in the door to your bedroom with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” Harry only ever made that kind of face when he was up to something, and you weren’t in the mood to deal with one of his ‘surprises’ tonight.

Instead of answering your question, he just stepped fully in the door, his hand gripped a tub of ice cream in your favorite flavor. You shot up from laying down and returned his dopey smile, your body filled with excitement.

“I forgot I had brought this in the car.” he shrugged his shoulders with the ice cream still in his palm as he made his way to the bed.

“Did yo-” Before you could finish your sentence, he held up two silver spoons with his other hand and you grabbed onto one of them quickly, eager to dig into your favorite treat. You pull open the plastic surrounding the cap with a satisfying zip and within a few moments your mouth has enveloped your spoon and the ice cream is melting in your mouth.

The two of you sit on the bed and eat the ice cream quietly for a minute, but once you have savored those first few spoonfuls you speak up. “So what movie are we watching?”

“I was thinking Call Me By Your Name because you said yesterday that you haven’t seen it yet,” Harry responds. You nod with the spoon sticking out of your mouth which made Harry giggle. He turns his attention to your nightstand and he grabs the small black remote and points it towards the large tv that is mounted on your wall.

He clicks around a bit until he gets to Hulu, and from there he searches up the movie. Without saying a word, you both subconsciously shift into your favorite movie-watching position, which is when you lie down and Harry places his head between your thighs.

Yes, it is a more couple-y type of position, but it’s comfortable for both of you, and it allows for a good view of the tv.

The first half of the movie went smoothly, and you found yourself quite invested in the story that was playing out on the screen. It was a cute love story between guys, but it had a bit of angstiness that kept you on your toes.

It was a little over halfway through when the scene arrived. At first there was a hand grabbing a peach off of a tree, which was a bit odd and out of place. But the pieces came together when the camera panned to Elio laying on his bed, and then to his hands creating a crater within the peach.

Now usually when a steamy scene began in the movies you watched with Harry, you contained yourself and we able to watch it without getting turned on. But there was something about the sensuality of the scene that sent a tingling down your spine and straight to your core.

It wasn’t until now that your brain registered that Harry’s head was placed right on the place that was currently warming up with your arousal.

Even when the scene was over, you could feel your panties getting wetter and wetter. You were frozen in place, petrified due to the fact that Harry might be able to feel the difference in temperature. But your worries about Harry transferred to the aroused part of your brain, and you couldn’t help but to imagine him in the same scene that got you so worked up.

Even though he was your best friend, you still found him incredibly attractive. I mean, how could you not? But you realized about a year ago that it didn’t stop at simple attraction. You love Harry, as more than a friend, and that’s what makes this whole thing all the scarier.

You continued watching the movie but after a few more minutes your clit began to throb. It was at this point that you began debating going to the bathroom in your head, but you knew that there was no way you could be that quick. So, you made the tough decision to stick it out and pray that Harry doesn’t move his head.

Your prayers were not answered.

Your focus had been completely diverted from the movie and you were staring at a spot on the wall in a feeble attempt to distract yourself. But it was then that Harry adjusted his head from where it was laying between your legs.

Almost as if on purpose, the back of his head pressed against your swollen button when he shifted, and despite your best efforts, a soft moan escaped your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut right after it happened, holding onto the small hope that he didn’t hear it. But when the weight of his head disappeared from where it was placed you knew that he did hear it. You opened your eyes slowly, to see him looking at you with a sly grin on his face. He had turned around fully to face you and was sitting on his knees, kind of like he was excited or anticipating something.

Before you could speak, he opened his lips that were still holding a bright grin and spoke.

“You okay?” You knew that he knew, and he was just testing the waters to see what reaction would make you the most comfortable. That was one of the many things you love about him, he always makes sure your comfortable.

“I’m really sorry I just-” Once again, he cut you off.

“S’fine Y/N, I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” His grin faded to a sympathetic smile as you lifted your head to meet your eyes with his. The two of you sat there in silence for a few seconds, before he spoke up again.

“Do you want some help?” You eyes shot up from where you were staring and you looked at him with wide eyes. His eyes went wide too and you could tell that he was scared of your reaction. “I-I mean only if you want to, if you don’t I can just lea-”

This time it was you who cut him off. “Harry..” Your voice was quiet, and you sighed his name, but it wasn’t in negative way.

You placed your hands in front of you and pushed yourself up so your face was inches away from his. “Will you kiss me?”

He nodded furiously and then his lips met yours. He tasted just like you had imagined, sweet and the best thing you had ever tasted. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you welcomed it openly and your lips mashed together sloppily. You mewled into his mouth as you felt his soft lips suck on yours. The kiss was filled with passion and excitement, and you could tell that you weren’t the only one who had been waiting for this for a long, long time.

He pushed you back while continuing to kiss you, laying you flat on the bed as he placed his body atop yours, propped up by his toned arms. He took the opportunity to begin sucking on your jaw, moving down to your neck. He sucked at bit vigorously at your soft skin and you moaned once again, but this time harder and with more neediness.

Instinctively, your hands made their way down to his belt buckle, but his hand grabbed yours to stop you. Much to your dismay, he stopped his assault on your neck and looked into your eyes.

“None of that, m’takin care of you.”

You bit your lip and nodded at his words. You had always found his voice sexy and hearing him say that to you caused you to squeeze your legs to try and get some kind of friction.

He pecked your lips once more before averting his attention to the hem of your pajama top. He looked up at you for approval and you nodded, lifting up your arms as he peeled the garment away from your aching body.

You weren’t wearing a bra, which Harry clearly had zero problems with, his head diving down as he took one of your nipples in his mouth, the other one tracing down your stomach. You jolted at the sudden sensation, your body quivering under his touch.

He detached from your breast and worked at your bottoms, pulling off the flimsy shorts that covered the place that he really wanted to see. He latched two fingers onto the hem of your panties and looked up at you. You nodded once again, but he didn’t pull your panties down.

“Need to here y’say it Y/N. Need to hear y’tell me what y’want me to do to you”

“Please Harry,” you gasped. “Please take my panties off.”

Once again, he did not, but instead smirked at you as he watched you wriggle underneath him.

“What d’ya want me t’do when I take em off pet? Y’want my mouth on you? Y’want me to lick your pretty little cunt til’ you’re begging me to stop?”

“Yes, yes please!” He chuckled lightly before pulling your panties off in one quick motion. Instead of going right to what he desired, he began by sponging kisses from your collarbone down to your stomach until his head was placed right above your core. He took a second to admire your glistening heat and you watched his eyes filled with lust.

He lowered his head and placed his big hands on your thighs, lifting them up and over his shoulder so he has the best angle possible. All of a sudden you felt his tongue licking a stripe over your core. He then made small swipes at your throbbing clit, making you buck up onto his tounge. He moaned against you and you could feel the vibration against your core as he made work on your clit.

He sucked and bit on the sensitive nub, and you were putty in his hands. His mouth was magic, and you were falling apart under his touch. All of the pent-up sexual frustration he had caused you over the years melted away and all that you were thinking about was how good he was making you feel.

“Harry..fuck-oh my god” You stumbled on your words as your mind could only focus on the man who had his head between your legs. You felt him groan again you again and you shuddered at the feeling. The fact that he was enjoying this just as much as you was turning you on even more; if that was possible.

You snaked your hands through the messy curls atop his head. He sucked harshly on your clit and you gripped onto his hair with such force that you were scared you were hurting him, but the moan he responded with calmed your nerves.

The sight of his head between your legs as he pleasured you was something you would never forget, and you also hoped that this wouldn’t be the last time you would get to see it. His tongue moved down to your folds and he began licking inside of you. You rolled your hips against his face while he licked your most sensitive area, and you could feel his hot breath hitting you clit which intensified the pleasure.

“So, so good”

You could feel his lips curl into a smile against you as he buried himself in you. You maintained the tight grip on his curls, pulling harshly when did something that made you feel extra good.

His mouth moved back to your clit and he continued what he had been doing before, sucking and biting at it like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Your shouts of his name only encouraged him, making him go harder and faster every time.

The knot in your stomach was tight, and it was a feeling that you knew, but hadn’t felt in quite a while. “Harry- I’m gonna-” you whispered shakily.

He pulled his mouth an inch away from your sopping cunt and mumbled hungrily. “C’mon baby, come on my tounge. I wanna taste you.” He dove back in and his tongue swiped across your walls.

The pad of his thumb found its way to your aching clit and he rubbed it in quick circles while his tongue dipped inside of you once again.

The knot in your stomach burst and you arched your back as you reached your climax on Harry’s mouth. You saw star as he worked you down from your high, slowing his movements but not stopping. As soon as he removed his mouth from you your knees buckled and you collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to process what just happened.

You heard him laugh and you watched him slip your thighs off of his shoulders and come lay next to you. You rolled onto your side so you could face him, looking at his face for the first time since he found a place between your thighs.

His lips were glistening from your juices, and he smiled at you while he licked them up from around his mouth. The two of you lay on your sides staring at each other for a bit, but then it hit you.

“Wait Harry, I didn’t take care of you”

“S’fine love, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

It was almost bittersweet because you knew that he had to like you back in some regard, but you didn’t know if it was only sexual, or he wanted a romantic relationship like you did.

You sat up, lost in your own thoughts in anxieties. He sat up quickly as well, and his face was riddled with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You could hear the fear in his voice, but you were scared because you couldn’t figure out why he was scared.

“I just- what does this mean?”

Harry sighed and looked down at his lap, then looked back up at you. “I really like you Y/N. Like more than a friend. And I d’nknow if you feel the same, but judging by what y’just let me do, I think the feeling is mutual.” He smiled at the end, and you smiled right back.

“The feeling is mutual.” That was all you said before you leaned into him and kissed him again. This kiss was softer, more loving and affectionate than the kiss you had previously shared. He placed you on his lap, but it wasn’t sexual in nature. It was more of a ‘you’re all mine’ kind of gesture.

He broke the kiss and the two of you looked down at each other with your smiles still bright and full. “Y’know I moved my head on purpose. I could feel you heated up.” His cheery smiled had turned into a cheeky grin as a blush color spread across your cheeks. You playfully slapped him in the shoulder and you both burst out into laughter. As your laughter subsided you leaned into his ear and whispered.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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ninyard · 3 years

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i want to know ANYTHING and EVERYTHING about the andrew meets neil as stefan au

YES PLS OKAY

(holy shit this was supposed to be a HC ramble/snippets from the fic but uhhh….here’s a mini fic instead????? The actual fic I wrote isn’t even set back in California it’s set in PSU??? This was supposed to be short backstory!!!!!! Anyways lmk if u want the foxes stuff lol Enjoy <3)

Neil had natural looking ashy blonde with green eyes at the time, no older than 14 years old, going by the name Stefan Montgomery. Him and Mary ended up in a motel in Oakland for a couple weeks, regaining their footing after a close-call somewhere in Oregon.

Mary had hit Neil a gnarly heavy-handed blow after he forgot which name he was using in Eugene. Was it Sam? Or Dylan? Or had it been Joseph? A nice inch wide cut sat where his perfect court tattoo would sit, just on the turn of his cheekbone below the corner of his eye, bordered by a healing purple-brown bruise. Stefan was born on the border between California and oregon, stolen from a waiter at a pit stop diner, who didn’t let their coffee cups go empty as they mapped out where to go next.

He had met Andrew by chance; Stefan had been sitting on the bottom of the metal stairs that led up to the floor they were staying at. Mary was having a shower, dying her hair, becoming Georgia, perfect mother, a beautiful, average woman. He was people watching, looking at the cars pulling in and out of the car park, making up his own stories about who was who, what their names were and if they were worth stealing when they inevitably moved on. Andrew hung around the motel because just behind the building was an old, decrepit playground that’s should’ve been foreclosed years ago. Nobody ever used it, so it was a quiet place for him to be alone. He’d been walking through the parking lot after having just grabbed a chocolate bar or two from the vending machine when he stopped in front of Neil.

“What happened to your face?” It was quiet, barely a sentence, not big enough of a question to be intrusive or over-stepping.

“I’m a boxer.” That was the lie he’d been using for a few days. “I had a fight a couple days ago.”

You see, Stefan was a name Neil didn’t want to remember, like a bitter memory he forced himself to forget. It was just before Mary’s paranoia began to spiral even worse that it had already been. Stefan was keep your head down, we won’t be here long, give it a week, give it a week. Stefan was sleepless nights, watching his mother sat upright almost all night, eyes on the door, a knife under her pillow. Stefan was you don’t need friends, they’ll drag you down.

Mary didn’t know until the end that they’d been friends, Neil teaching Andrew the little boxing he knew, Andrew teaching Stefan how to keep yourself busy when you needed something to do. There was something about Andrew that made it impossible for him to stay away; he wasn’t a particularly happy kid, but the way he spoke, the way he cared about the fake life Neil had made up, the way he saw Stefan’s life as something he could never have.

“Have you ever thought about kissing a boy your age?” They’d been in Oakland for three weeks, and the two kids had made plans to meet every time Mary was occupied and Andrew was around. Neil didn’t really think to wonder why Andrew was always around. Didn’t he have a family who would miss him being gone all this time? Didn’t he have a home to go to?

“No,” Neil answered honestly. There wasn’t time for thoughts like that. Kisses weren’t signs of affection; kisses were lies, kisses were dangerous, kisses occupied a space in the mind that could be filled with run, run, run.

“Do you think it’s wrong?” Andrew had been swinging on the swing set, his feet dangling from the chipped plastic seat, the creaky chains holding him up. The question was loaded. Behind it was a conversation he’d had with his foster-mom, a slur from his foster-siblings, another hit from his foster-father.

“No,” that was an honest answer too. In his head his answer sounded like I’ve been told all kissing was wrong. But he couldn’t say that. Normal teenagers thought about kissing, and boyfriends, and girlfriends, and worried about how they looked in front of their crush. “Do you?”

“I don’t know.” His words were a sigh. Andrew trusted Stefan in this weird, out of character way. He’d never met anyone who’d been more interested to hear about his life than talk about their own. Of course, half of it was a half-truth, lies weaved into the story of Andrew.

Andrew was the first person who made Neil smile in a very long time. It was foreign hearing himself laugh, a sound reserved for fake interactions with strangers who couldn’t help but prying. Neil trusted him. His honest eyes often burning a hole in his face, on the days when Neil couldn’t bare eye contact. Andrew was a rock that Neil could feel himself becoming more and more attached to, more and more…attracted to? He didn’t know what that feeling felt like, but when he caught himself thinking about what a long hug from him would feel like, or a kiss on the forehead, the cheeks, the nose, the….

It was an impossible thought that Neil kept buried. Until Andrew had a bad day. Until Neil met him in the playground and he was sat underneath the slide, face buried in his knees that were pulled to his chest. Black hood pulled so far forward it almost covered the wet cheeks and puffy eyes he tried to hide. Stefan sat just across from him, the tips of their shoes not quite touching, but Neil rested his open palms on his shoes for Andrew to hold if he needed. He didn’t ask what was wrong.

“You’re my friend?” Andrew asked, half statement, half question. There was no hesitation in Neil’s “Of course.”

Andrew gently weeped, babbling on about wishing he could feel normal, or have a normal family. He wished he could understand himself. He wished he didn’t have to hurt so much. He’d looked up at Neil with his red eyes and wiped the tears from his face with the cuff of his sleeve. “Can I trust you?”

The statement hurt Neil far more than he thought it would. He hated that words spilled out of his mouth, his eyes stinging at the thought of saying what he really wanted to say. His mouth said “You can tell me anything,” when his brain said “I think Stefan dies in a week”.

Andrew told him about how he thought he was gay, and how embarrassed, alone, and ugly he felt to think that way. He didn’t know what normal feelings felt like. He didn’t know what it felt like to kiss someone he actually wanted to kiss. The statement hung in the air like a floating question. Did he…? Andrew had brushed away the thought almost as quickly as Neil did, but not without both their cheeks flushing pink at the unspoken idea. Neil watched as Andrew messed with the strings on his hoodie. Andrew cheered up after a little while, but when Neil realised how long he’d been gone for, he panicked. Instinctively, he pulled Andrew into a hug before running back to the motel room.

Stefan was bad memories, he’d always had to remind himself. Stefan was a mistake, a fuck-up, a vulnerability he would never, ever show again. Stefan was a slap across the face when he came back late. “Where the hell have you been?” Followed by a lie, then another, then another. Neil had only lied to his mother a handful of times in his life, but when it came to Andrew they seemed to slip out of his mouth at an alarming rate. The next time he seen Andrew, his swollen, burst lip barely hidden, Andrew had brushed his fingers across it and sarcastically asked if it was the product of another boxing match. Neil shushed him when he asked if his mother had done it. That was too personal. He was letting Andrew in too far and he was rotting Neil from the inside out. His hardened exterior fell away when he was around Andrew, and boy, was that dangerous. It shattered into a million pieces when they sat at at the top of the jungle-gym and Andrew asked so gently if he could kiss him.

No, no, no. The ghost of his mother’s hands in his hair told him to walk away. The phantom pain of a slap, and a hit, and a deafening lecture about his safety told him to stop letting Andrew in. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it. So why did his lips automatically curl around the word yes and his heart start pumping a hundred miles a minute? They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, minutes, hours, days, until they were both so close they couldn’t see each other anymore. It was only a peck, a playground kiss, but Neil’s stomach flipped. Andrew pulled away as quickly as he’d leaned in. He didn’t look at Neil for the rest of the hour they spent together, but Neil didn’t look at him. That wasn’t to say they each didn’t have to constantly fight a love-struck smile off their faces every few minutes.

Their meetings started to get less frequent after that. Andrew stopped showing up, but instead left little notes carved into the yellow plastic of the slide. ‘R u grossed out? -A’ was the first one he left after their moment’s kiss. All Neil wrote back was ‘Never’. The next time they seen each other in person they sat hidden again in the top of the jungle gym. Neil knew Mary was planning on them moving on in the following days. He couldn’t tell Andrew. Even the thought of it broke his heart. Regardless of the kiss, or kisses, they shared, Andrew had become the closest friend Neil had ever had. Neil had to remind himself more than once that everything Andrew thought he knew about Stefan was a fabrication. They spoke about sexuality again, hands brushing off each other, sometimes intertwined, sometimes resting on the others leg or arm. Andrew asked if Neil was gay, and his face fell when Neil said no, I don’t think so. It took him a moment to add on “I don’t know what I am”. They left kisses on each other’s lips that lingered for hours, for days. The more Neil let Andrew in, the harder it was for him to keep lying to his mother. She began to get suspicious of where he was going when she left him alone.

Even still, Neil didn’t hear when Mary came into the playground the last time he seen Andrew. Andrew had his head rested on his shoulder, their hands intertwined and hidden between their outstretched legs. They’d been talking about something and nothing at the same time. Neil’s stomached bottomed out when he saw her brunette hair and tiny figure step around the rusted green fence. He let go of Andrew’s hand as quickly and as subtly as he could, but he knew it was no use. He didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. Andrew looked into Stefan’s green eyes as Neil stood up, searching, scared. Neil sent him a weak smile. This was the last time he would ever look into those hazel eyes, his light eyebrows furrowed as he watched Neil begin to walk away. Neil had nodded his way, and whispered a frightened ‘See you around’ before he walked over to join Mary. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards their motel room, already mentally packing their bags. Not before she beat him harder than she ever had before. Neil expected it. But every blow reminded him of Andrew until Andrew was no longer gentle touches and honesty and kisses. Andrew was a kick to the back of the knees as he walked through the motel room door. Andrew was a slap, and another, and another. He was a screaming, crying, angry mother, shoving whatever belongings they owned into their single duffel bag. Andrew was leaving their key at reception at midnight and starting their journey to another town. Andrew wasn’t worth it. Andrew was the swollen ankle he walked on for miles. Andrew was Mary pulling roughly at his blonde hair to dye it black in some random gas station that night. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it. Neil left Stefan with Andrew in Oakland. He tried to leave the memories there too. Oh, how badly he tried.

The worst part was, Andrew didn’t know that was the last time he would ever see Stefan again. He waited every day for him to come back. Every day came and went and every day he never showed up. Neil didn’t know about that part, you see. Neil thought Andrew would forget about Stefan like a childhood crush, thrown away, moved on to the next cute boy who listened to him talk. They shared a thought, though, drilling the regret and shame into their minds. He wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth it.

(Part 2)

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Stopping By

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Inspired by Day 15 of the July Prompts: iced tea

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I took some liberties with today’s prompt lmao. But I hope y’all enjoy! Idk man my brain has been a mess lately and I’ve been finding so much comfort in writing little slice of life fics. Hoping to do some actual Lowman Sister’s-Centered content soon.

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Juice walked into the apartment and looked around. Dakota was in the kitchen, making herself a bag of popcorn to go with the large glass of wine that was resting on the coffee table. He laughed quietly to himself as he took off his boots and shrugged off his kutte, leaving them all by the door. He heard the television playing in the living room, and was curious to know what she had been watching that got her into the mood to settle in and relax for the night. Craning his neck as he walked through, he shook his head with a smile as he watched the TV.

“This is what does it for you on a night in?” he finally spoke up as he walked over to her.

She spun around, a large bowl of popcorn in her arms, clutched tightly to her chest. She smiled, shrugging, “Suits me just fine. You can hop right back on that bike if you wa—”

He didn’t let her finish the sentence, instead pulling her into a kiss, “I didn’t say that. I never said that.”

She laughed, holding the bowl in one hand so she could use the other to gently cup his chin, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Alright then,” she tugged him towards the couch, “Are you staying over?”

“Can I?” he asked, eyes growing a little wider.

She gave him a confused look, “Why not?”

“I’m not really in the mood to get murdered by your sister, that’s all.”

Dakota chuckled as she sat down on the sofa, “Di’s out of town. Went…somewhere with my dad. I dunno,” she shrugged, “Won’t be back for a couple days.”

“That why you invited me over?”

“I’d rather be here with you than be here by myself,” she set the bowl of popcorn down between them, “There’s beer in the fridge if you want it.”

He shook his head, settling in and making himself comfortable, “I’m good.”

The night quickly got away from them as they got sucked into one episode after another. Dakota was leaning completely against Juice’s side, the now-empty popcorn bowl rested in his lap. His arm was draped around her shoulder, thumb idly tracing back and forth as they continued to watch their show.

Dakota recited the intro that she had listened to all too many times before, getting more and more theatrical as the night went on and she drank more wine, “These are their stories,” she paused dramatically, looking up at Juice, “Dun dun!”

He laughed, fighting the urge to run his fingers through her hair, “You really like this show, huh?”

“It’s one of the only things that I can marathon.”

“Seriously?” he chuckled, “Doesn’t this shit get depressing after a while?”

“Nah,” she laughed moving the popcorn bowl so that she could rest her head in his lap and look up at him, “How can I be depressed when I literally have Ice-T solving especially heinous crimes on my TV?”

He carefully placed his hand on the front of her shoulder, “He your comedic relief in all of this?”

“He is good at it,” she placed her hand over his and interlocked their fingers, “Even if he doesn’t mean to be.”

“How often are you sitting at home binging on Law & Order?”

“I have watched all twenty-something seasons more than once,” she laughed, squeezing his hand.

He looked down at her, face instantly warming up when he saw the smile on her face and the glassy glint in her eyes. The two sides of his head were battling it out as he looked at her looking at him. She was so comfortable, like it was the most natural thing in the world that they were together like that. And for as much as the mere thought of her made his heart race, and he wanted nothing more than to be with her as often as he could, he still never let himself truly enjoy it, afraid that it was all going to get yanked away. He tried to remain realistic about who he was with, who her family was.

“Where are you, Juan?” she spoke up and snapped him out of his thoughts, letting go of his hand so she could reach up and caress his face.

He chuckled, involuntarily leaning into her touch, “I’m here.”

“You sure?” she cocked an eyebrow, “Looked like you got away from me for a second there.”

“I’m here. Promise,” he turned and kissed her palm, “It’s just you, me, and Olivia Benson.”

“And Ice-T,” she piped up with a laugh.

He laughed quietly, nodding, “Yea, and Ice-T. The real glue of the SVU team.”

She turned so that she was facing the television, but left her head rested in his lap. She draped one arm across his legs, settling in to get more comfortable. Juice let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding, grateful for the closeness. He wondered how someone who was raised by Happy still managed to be so soft. He knew there was more to her than what he already knew, and it would take some time for her to really let him in, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.

His eyes were fixed on the TV, but he was running his fingers through her hair over and over. At a certain point he didn’t even notice that he was still doing it—the motion becoming second nature. He did, however, feel her breathing begin to slow and even out as she fell asleep. He chuckled quietly, reaching and shutting off the television.

Ever-so carefully, he lifted Dakota up, draping her across his arms bridal style. She grumbled, awakening slightly but not enough to really say anything to him. Laughing quietly, he got both of them to her room, quickly reaching and turning on the light so he could see what he was working with, where he should step. She groaned at the change in light, but didn’t fight against him carrying her. He laid her gently down on the bed before he went about stripping down to his boxers and a t-shirt. Even in her sleepy daze, Dakota made a dramatic show out of watching him, getting him to laugh.

“The baseball bat really necessary?” he nodded towards the wooden bat leaning against the wall, one that was, knowing Happy, heavier than a sanctioned bat to do more damage if it ever had to be used.

“As necessary as the gun in the bedside drawer,” she laughed as she rested her cheek in her hand, “They will not be making a Law & Order episode about me in the future, thank you very much.”

“A woman with a plan,” he chuckled as he set his phone on the bedside table.

“Always,” her voice already getting raspy with sleep again.

His quiet laughter filled the small room as he walked back over and turned the light off. He made his way back to the bed in the dark, shimmying under the covers with her. She immediately latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face into his chest. Without any hesitation at all he entwined his legs with hers, one arm draping around her waist and his other hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled against the top of her head as he kissed her.

“Goodnight,” her voice was hardly audible as she spoke into his chest.

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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illumination (r.w.)

prompt as requested by anon: after a long day of work, ron suggests running you a bath as a reward to unwind.

pairing: ron weasley x fem!reader

warnings: nudity, thigh rubbing (nothing too crazy, very innocent)

word count: 1.9k

Strings of sentences, directions, names of potions, spells, laughter, chatter, and thoughts danced in your head, whirling around like a chaotic band of ballerinas as you walked down the hall, rubbing your shoulder with a grimace. As if the thoughts weren’t annoyance enough, your shoulders and back were killing you from being hunched over a desk and work table for hours.

Exam season had arrived at Hogwarts which cost you your social life, free time, and some nights, your sleep schedule. Whatever the cost was, you promised yourself that this year would be your year, grades wise. You had spent most of your time in the library, occupied with books and notes and parchment, memorizing formulas and ingredients and spells. So many nights you left the library, brain throbbing at how much you were working the midnight oil.

You weren’t alone in these endeavors. You had study companions, but it wasn’t the same as hanging out normally. Rather than chatting or gossiping about exciting things, the chatter and murmuring was usually about a test or material that someone didn’t understand. Needless to say, exam season was boring and lifeless.

As you slumped through the hallways, rubbing your shoulder in pain, you groan as you lay your eyes on the moving staircase. You were already so exhausted and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with the moving staircase. You just wanted to get back to your dormitory so you could take a power nap before heading back to the library to study with Hermione.

“Give me these,” a voice speaks before reaching over and grabbing the pile of textbooks from your arms. Before you can speak out in protest, you turn to meet the gaze of your doting boyfriend and your lips instantly curl up into a smile. “Darling, I don’t mean to sound rude, but you look exhausted,” Ron tells you, inspecting your face that carried dark circles under your eyes. “Still very beautiful, but very exhausted.”

You lightly giggled before leaning into Ron’s side as he wrapped an arm around your waist, as the two of you started up the moving staircase. “I’ve been working relentlessly for weeks now, Ron,” you huff as you trudge up the stairs, legs feeling heavy as you lean your weight onto Ron who supports you effortlessly. “I spend nights in the library as if it were my own bed.”

Ron gives you a sad smile, knowing just how hard you’ve been working to maintain your stellar marks. He knew that he would kiss you goodnight in your room, but you would slither out later to make your way to the library. He watched you as you ate your meals in the Great Hall by his side quickly before rushing off, claiming you were late for a study group meeting. He knew this was weighing on you like a ton of bricks and he hated seeing how tired and bored you were. “I’m sorry, love,” he pecks your temple as he laces his fingers with yours before bring your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. He wished there was something he could do to help take the stress off of you.

“No need to apologize,” you smile up at him lovingly, brushing his red hair away from his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just can’t wait for this to be over so I can actually go back to spending time with you,” you sigh as you reach your common room entrance, grabbing the books from Ron’s arms as he huffs in defeat. “Once all of this is over, I’m all yours again. We can do something fun together, I promise,” you squeeze his hand as he ducks down to press a kiss to your lips gently. You sigh into his kiss and pull him closer to you, relishing in the tender moment.

You missed Ron dearly. Studying and spending time in study groups really threw a wrench in spending time with your boyfriend. Ron wasn’t offended, he knew you had work to do, but he wished that you two could spend more time together. And you knew Ron felt the same. Ron wished he could kiss away all of the sleepless nights, frustrated crying, and pulling at the roots of your hair in sheer irritation. He knew you needed a way to take a load off and keep your mind off of exams for just a few hours.

Suddenly, Ron pulled away sharply, excitement in his eyes as a smirk danced along his lips, the grip on your hips tightening. You giggled, “Uh oh. I know that face. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Teasingly, you knocked on his forehead as he rolled his eyes.

Ron joked back, “No use checking up there. Little to nothing going on nowadays,” he says, making you laugh. “But I do have an idea. I may not be completely useless...”

You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” Ron smiles widely before grabbing your hand, pulling you away from the entrance of the common room and back up the moving staircase. “Godric, Ronald Weasley, where are you taking me?” you chuckle as he drags you up the stairs excited like a child on Christmas morning.

But Ron says nothing and drags you up multiple flights of stairs before reaching the fifth floor of the castle, breathless from running up the stairs. He is smiling widely, watching your reaction as you stand there clueless. He gestures around him to see if you recognized where you were, but you just shrugged, still catching your breath from being forced up multiple moving flights of stairs. “Oh come on!” Ron exclaims. He starts walking towards a statue of Boris the Bewildered as you furrow your brows in confusion. Ron whispers something before a door slowly creaks open. Ron looks at you with a proud smile on his lips before gesturing to you to follow him. “Being a prefect does have its perks, (Y/N),” he winks as you walk towards him and into the mysterious room.

As you step into the room, you are greeted with the luxury of the Prefect’s Bathroom. The bathroom is gorgeous to say the least. A large golden bathtub that is surrounded by beautiful windows covered in stained glass mosaics of magical creatures, sunlight streaming through them, casting colorful shadows on the marble floor. The room was bright and warm, smelling of freshly hung linens and lavender. A very different atmosphere than the common showers.

You flip around to face Ron who has his hands buried happily in his pockets as he watches you take in the surroundings in awe. “Ron, I can’t be in here,” you whisper excitedly. “I’m not a prefect. If they catch me in here, then-”

“Then I’ll take the blame. ‘Salright. It’ll be worth it just to see you relax for a couple of hours,” Ron cuts you off. You open your mouth again but Ron interjects. “And don’t worry about the study group. Hermione runs it and she’s not gonna miss one person. It’s okay, (Y/N). You can take this time for yourself to relax.” You sigh happily at your boyfriend’s words. He wanted to do all of this for you and the fact that he was risking getting in trouble for it made your heart soar. Ron was always kind and thoughtful, but this was a different level. “I can stand guard at the door and make sure no one interrupts you,” Ron starts rambling when you don’t respond.

Instead, you just grab his face and pull him down for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. Ron sighs into your touch and wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a squeeze as you giggle into the kiss. You pull away and speak, “It’s perfect. Thank you. And no need to guard the door,” you pull out your wand and with a flick of your wrist, locking the door. “I want you with me,” you tell him as Ron’s eyes widen and he gulps. You lightly laugh before starting to unbutton your shirt. “Help me?”

Ron shakes his head, excitedly as you laugh yet again, his fingers undoing the buttons of your shirt whilst you undo his. Soon enough, all of your clothes are discarded into a heap on the marble floor until you and Ron are bare naked. Ron cannot stop gawking at the sight of you naked before him; it’s nothing he hasn’t seen, but every time he sees you nude, he can’t believe that he managed to get a girlfriend who was as gorgeous as you.

You grab his hand and excitedly hurry over to the bathtub that teems with bubbles, steam radiating off of the water that was freshly poured into the large tub. When you step in, you can feel your body immediately relax as you sigh. The further you walk in, the more your muscles release and make you sink further into the warm, soapy water. You let the water wash over you, cleaning you from all of your stress and worries, the soft sunlight shining down on you as you bathe in the tub.

Ron watched intently with a soft smile on his lips as he sat in the tub, watching you bask in the glory of the amber sunlight. Your hair sloppily pulled up and away from your face, a fuzzy halo formed around you, like a drunken angel. His angel. The sunlight glimmered on your soft, supple skin, drops of the clear water tracing down each curve of your body. Ron couldn’t believe how angelic you could look without even trying. He watched as you gather bubbles in the palms of your hands, blowing on them gently, making them fly through the air. As you lightly laughed, the melody of the sound filled his ears making him shiver. The boy was helplessly in love.

“Come over here, won’t you, darling?” Ron calls out to you as you comply with a happy smile on your face.

Ron pulls you into his lap as you gladly straddle him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck, gazing into those eyes you grew to fall in love with. Ron’s hands gently massage your thighs, soothing the aching muscles as you sighed into him. “Thank you for doing this,” you tell him before kissing the tip of his nose.

He smiles and speaks, “No need to thank me. It’s what you deserve.”

You lean into Ron’s chest, resting your head on him, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart against his chest. It proudly beat on as Ron’s fingertip traced gently up and down your spine, repeating the lulling gesture as you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Ron placed gentle kisses on the top of your head as you cuddled farther into him as he smiled to himself. He had the whole world in his arms.

Ron continued to rub your bare back and thighs, causing you to drift off into a lazy sleep. He noticed instantly that you had fallen asleep, your breathing had slowed down and you laid flush against him. Ron smiled down at you, watching your face rest with sleep, lips parted as you gently breathed sleepily.

The sunlight illuminated half of your face whilst the other half rested on his chest. The image was worthy of being hung in a museum. Ron’s strong arms wrapped around you, protecting you from harm, whilst you lazily slept, not a care in the world.

“My angel,” he whispered to himself, knowing that you wouldn’t hear him. You continued to be fast asleep on his chest and Ron enjoyed every second of it, wishing that this moment could last forever. Him and his angel.

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thefallenbibliophilequote · 3 years

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Wildest Dreams

Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 9

"He only saw her in his dreams."

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 3,695

Warnings: language as always, angst and some tiny fluff (probably not in the way you want), alludes to sex, Odin. one malec reference.

A/N: okay so, this chapter is different since it is mainly introspective about Loki's time in the 6 months he has been back in Asgard- so that's that about the timeline.

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Month one in Asgard.

"Brother I assure you all will be well. I'll make sure she will be safe." Thor had told him that before he left for Midgard.

The gesture was nice but while he did want you to be safe he didn't want to know who you are hanging with.

You'll find a way to move on and so will he. Once this all will be over Loki will finally get some peace and his life will return to normal, nothing lasts forever after all.

Life as a prince was supposedly comfortable, and so a prince's chambers should be as well. But as he was lying on the big soft bed in his large room, he couldn't have felt more alone. The bed was too big, the sheets were too cold, and the surfaces of the room were too empty of life- he could find a million faults to his room if he tried.

Loki didn't stay in his room often then, as a prince he could do whatever he wants and he could go anywhere he wants- well, almost.

Sparring was a great hobby he developed when he was angry, having a chance to politely beat down another person often sounds delightful to him then. It was almost empty now at the sunset but he found an opponent.

He could feel and hear his own heartbeat as he took in a breath and looked into the sunset as the warrior took his stance in front of him.

'The Norse Gods are almost immortal.'

The sentence lingered in your head. Maybe buying this book was a bad idea. At the knock on your door you quickly shut the book and shoved it under the sofa cushion.

A moment later Loki walked in with a batch of freshly picked flowers, they didn't look like they were from around here, you only hoped these flowers can survive on their own so you wouldn't kill them.

"Hello my love, are you ready for our date?" you got up to him with a smile, he put the flowers in a vase that appeared on your table, once he was in your reach you gave him a peck on the lips.

"Yes, let's go!" The relationship was still new but you were happy that you still had that same chemistry that the two of you had before.

That sentence kept your mind busy as you drove out of the city, away from the crowd of people and into a high solitary space.

"I could've just teleported us there my love, you know that right?" he looked at you as you drove, the sun was shining over you and he couldn't look away. The view of you in the sunlight with your best dress and red lips is easily more stunning than anything he had seen in all the realms.

"Yes, but it's more fun this way." You insisted on having some of the dates be normal and human.

"How is driving for such a long time fun?" you saw him shake his head from the corner of your eyes.

"Just relax Loki, I'll put on some great driving songs." He groaned but you only laughed.

It was an hour or so later that you reached your destination- it was an amazing view seeing all the trees and rocks as you finally parked on the dry ground of the mountain hill spot you found for Loki and you.

Loki stepped outside and laid out the picnic you packed up as you looked down on the beautiful horizon as the sun began to set.

Loki came up behind you and curled his hands around your waist.

You could've stayed in that content moment forever. The sentence still lingered in your brain.

"Loki?" you called to him and he only hummed in response, his lips kissing your hair.

"Yes, darling?"

"Say you'll remember me." You asked him in a low voice.

"What?"

"Say you'll remember me, here at this moment, standing in a nice dress and staring at the sunset with you."

"I promise you my dear," he kissed your shoulder and you felt him smiling. "Every time I see you, I'll remember this moment. I'll relish it forever."

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Month two in Asgard.

It was different, spending the time with her here was nothing like being with you there- but maybe that's a good thing.

He was trying to get used to all the same emotions he felt all those years go. The regret, the knowing that he has to let go completely, the anger and temporary solutions, and then there's the sadness.

It was a familiar process, but having you again just reminded him of everything he lost and how everything has changed after he first let you go.

The first time he let you go, it almost killed him. And now he didn't know how his own mind would work to survive this.

He spent days in meetings and peace negotiating. His father kept him busy whether it was with Iyllir or work, it didn't matter.

She was excited about the wedding- their wedding. He chimed him whenever she asked for his opinion.

"What do you think about the flowers? Besides the ones I already picked of course." The lady smiled at him and waited for his answer. Anything besides your favourite flower would be fine.

The only real thing in this month for him was the work he was doing- negotiating peace was not an easy task. Granted, he could've solved it long ago but where is the fun in that?

"It was a wise choice to listen to my advice. I'm sure your decision to marry soon to be Princess Iyllir will make everyone happy." Odin told Loki as he followed the Allfather into yet another meeting. Entering the room, Loki looked at the blonde who sat next to his seat- he wasn't supposed to be in this meeting.

Taking the seat next to him, Thor smiled at his brother.

"Brother," Loki greeted him and continued to look forward at the table. "Are you not supposed to still be in Midgard?"

"I am, but I returned for a bit," Thor lowered his eyes then. "I heard about the marriage, I'm happy for you."

His pat on the back felt gentler than the usual forceful ones. To Loki it was quite unsettling.

"To be quite honest, I thought you won't do it because-"

"Thank you brother, I look forward to the marriage, it's the right choice."

"Is it?" Thor asked his brother lowly, the meeting was already starting and Loki didn't respond but it was probably best to leave this topic for now. Thor had never seen his brother the way he was when he was with you, it was clear that you mean a lot to him, so it made it that much more worrisome that Loki was going to go through with the arranged marriage. Thor knew Loki would've easily gotten out of it if he wanted to.

•

Present day on Midgard.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Thor stood there with all of his friends from work looking at him silently.

Natasha was the one to break the silence, "Y/N has been kidnapped and we think the Asgardian problem that we have on our hands right now was the cause of it."

"Y/N has been kidnapped?" His brows furrowed and he put his hammer on the table. "When did this happen?"

"Last week, you weren't here."

"I had to attend a ball for my brother and…" he trailed off.

"Right, I'm sure the wedding was lovely." The captain retorted.

"We really don't need to talk about," Wanda started and looked between Pietro and Clint.

"The wedding hasn't occurred yet." Thor settled in a seat right in front of Steve. "Did you manage to find out where she might be?"

"If we did then she would've been home by now."

"No, we've got nothing so far." Nat glared at Steve before she returned to look at Thor.

"Well you could've told me sooner, I'm sure my brother will be able to help."

"What? Are you crazy?" Steve let out a bitter laugh and stood up. One of his hands was a fist on the table and the other was pointing at Thor. "He is not coming anywhere near here."

The dark tone in Steve's voice left no room for arguments. Tony only heard it once before and so he took Steve out of the room before anything could happen.

•

Month three in Asgard.

"I see that you've read the books that I recommended you already." Iyllir sat next to him on the dark blue couch in the large palace library. Gold and blue were all around and the smell of old books filled the air.

"Yes they were very interesting," She put a hand on his arm delicately. "You have incredible taste in books my prince."

He nodded at that and quickly picked up one of the books from the pile that was set aside on the table. The guide to the old weapons of the nine realms- he remembered reading it as a child, he used to sneak into the vaults and look around at all the hidden things he found there that he read about in his books. Whatever he didn't recognize he would pick it up and study it. There may have been a couple of accidents there- but come on, what did you expect?

Now the book let his mind wander to the happenings on earth. He heard Thor talk about how it is going there in hushed whispers, but he never stuck around to actually hear anything in fear it would be about you.

He didn't need to know how you were doing, who you were hanging with or what you were up to.

"Loki?" He got snapped out of his thoughts. He looked back at Iyllir who had an unreadable look on her face, he found it hard to read people when he was so caught up inside his own mind, but her face soon took on a gentle smile. "You drifted off a bit. You're here with me now, there's no need to dwell over anything- so let's leave this book aside, it seems to put you in a bad mood."

Iyllir took the book from his hands and put it behind her. She then linked her hand with his and caressed his arm, her head leaning on his shoulder.

His mind now wandered to her and their wedding that was coming soon. Iyllir did manage to put herself in his mind where you should be, so maybe this was the right call after all.

Loki smiled at her and they continued to engage in conversation.

•

Month four in Asgard.

It was hard to admit that he enjoyed Iyllir's company.

Her lips were soft, and he appreciated the way they made thoughts disappear from his brain.

"Did you really turn into a snake?" Iyllir's laugh joined his as he recalled the memory.

"He was quite shocked, we were eight at the time."

"That was quite clever of you, my prince." She laughed and let her head fall onto his chest as they lay in his bed, covered in green silky sheets.

"Well, I'm always clever."

"Now you're just giving yourself too much credit, you are not always clever." You laughed at him.

He shook his head and turned back to her.

"What do you think about going out of the castle for a bit, go for a couple of days to a small cabin far away from other asgardians just the two of us?"

She nodded enthusiastically and leaned up to a kiss.

•

"This place is beautiful, but I wish we would've brought maids with us- you shouldn't do any of these things, you're a prince. I sent a letter so hopefully the servants will get here soon."

"Oh, I was quite content with using my magic, but how thoughtful of you."

"Now you'll get to spend more time with me." She whispered to him and walked over to him, putting her hands around Loki's neck.

He pulled her closer.

"That is true." He said in between kisses, moving the two of them backwards until Iyllir's knees touched the bed.

"You know, it is not really proper for a man and woman to be in bed together like this before their wedding night." She moaned at the kisses he trailed down her neck.

"When did I ever care about such formalities, my dear?" she let out a breathy laugh as he laid her on the mattress and he hovered above her. "And I know for a fact that you don't either."

Loki was in bed, opening his eyes and seeing the redheaded girl still sleeping next to him, her bare back shone in the sun. They were twisted in bed sheets, and Loki looked back up at the ceiling and tried to go back to sleep, closing his eyes.

"Loki, come cuddle me, I'm cold." Your sleepy voice called out to him.

"Okay, love." He moved himself closer to the body next to him. Opening his eyes for a second, he got snapped back to reality when he realized that you weren't the one in his bed, he was cuddling someone who wasn't you.

He shook his head and tried to fall asleep when Iyllir pressed back against him.

•

Month five in Asgard.

The ballroom was massive and adorned with gold and touches of green. The people there were ecstatic about the upcoming wedding.

The crowded room was full of people drinking mead and eating and dancing. But it all seemed just a bit too much for him.

Never in his wildest dreams did he think this will happen to him that this would be his life. Every girl was here with the most beautiful dresses but all he could remember was you, dancing with him in your best dress, you could easily beat any girl here with that dress and your beauty.

Loki was seated next to the Allfather and Iyllir, watching over the room as more and more new asgardians came to pay their respects and congratulate the happy couple. Thor came up behind them and patted Loki on the back before he took him away to drink.

According to Thor it was a necessity.

After that he had a dance with his soon to be wife, only a few kisses were engaged, Loki didn't like being as affectionate out in the open, in front of so many people.

The dance ended and the mead started to kick in, and if he was honest it was quite amusing to see Thor drunk as he talked, or more so yelled, to his friends.

After the ball he didn't see Thor as much, he must be busy with… whatever that was happening on Midgard. He won't let himself think too much about it, so he kept himself busy with wedding preparations and council meetings.

He spent the month buried in work during the day, and clearing his head during the night.

•

Present day in Midgard.

"Tony, I already told you that her powers don't have any energy trackers that we can build on."

"Bruce, we already scoured hydra bases. We found no information about her." Tony looked at the screen in front of him before pushing it aside, startling Bruce. "Sorry."

The doors to the lab opened and they turned to see Thor coming in with a short smile.

"Have you got any news about Lady Y/N?" he looked around the room anxiously, his next words would certainly get a reaction from the two scientists. "Do you need my brother's help?"

"Thor, I don't think that's a good idea." Tony exchanged a look with Bruce and he rubbed his eyes. "But no, we still don't know where she is."

"Why refuse his help?" Thor's voice grew louder. He then looked at the door when it opened for Steve and Wanda.

"We already told you Thor, we don't want his help." Steve chuckled darkly, so Wanda put her hand on the captain's shoulder then, trying to ease the tension.

"Thor, this isn't something Loki can help with, this is hydra."

"He will still do whatever he can, he still cares for her-"

"Besides, he is probably busy preparing for his wedding, isn't that right?"

"You are being judgmental Steve," Thor came towards Steve. "You're not thinking rationally."

"Oh I am judging him just right. If you're only here to try and vouch for your brother than you may as well go."

"Steve!" Wanda called him but he didn't budge his stare from the Asgardian prince.

Thor left shortly after.

Steve ignored the stares.

•

"Father, the elves are calming down, if we send some aid we could make sure peace is settled." Loki talked to his father in the throne room.

"If we send aid, they could use it against us. They could just be faking submission." Loki held back a laugh.

"I'm not the god of lies for nothing father, I'd be able to tell if they were faking it. Trust me about this." The doors opened with a bang, shutting behind the blonde prince as he strode towards Loki.

"My son, what are you doing here?"

"Loki," Thor ignored his father and Loki got up and looked at Thor at the strange occurrence. "Y/N has been kidnapped, you need to come back."

"She what?" His heartbeat sped up and he could feel the warm sensation of anger rise in him from the fear.

"Who is this girl?" Odin looked between his two sons when none answered. "Thor?"

"A girl from Midgard, she's an Avenger." He looked over Loki and nodded his head, he needed to be the one to talk.

"She's just a girl that I knew from Midgard." He said to his father with his jaw clenched, then he turned to Thor. "Thor, what happened?"

"They think she's got taken because of her powers, or because of the Asgardian technology that was stolen."

"My sons, you will answer to the questions I pose. Now tell me, what powers does she posses? If she has a part in the problem we have on Midgard then I deserve to know that."

Thor nodded, encouraging Loki to speak up.

"She has the power to insert herself into people's minds and control what they see and feel." He shook his head at his father. "She has no role in this father, she should not be mixed with Asgardian business."

The Allfather was quiet then before he shifted in his throne.

"Son, you know her for quite some time isn't that right?" Loki nodded and looked down.

"And you seem to care for her, too." He was no longer asking but Loki found himself nodding anyway. "Did she know about you being an Asgardian?"

"Yes, she knew who I was."

"So have you ever used your magic on her?" Loki was halfway into shaking his head before he stopped and remembered that night he spent comforting you, sitting on the tile of your bathroom.

"Only once," he thought back at the ancient spell.

"Tell me now my son, has it ever crossed your mind that such powerful magic as the one you have will affect a mortal immensely?"

"What are you saying father?" Thor looked up at Odin.

"It was a powerful spell…" Loki was still in thought about his actions that night, he must have been emotional.

"Her powers can be of Asgardian source, the mortal's powers sound like old Asgardian magic- the reality stone that was stored here long ago. The spell must have been from those ancient time, and so it stored immense powers- the kind that a mortal could not bear."

"So is that why they took her? Because of my magic, they took her because of me." Loki mumbled to himself.

"Loki, no don't say that-"

"It's true Thor! I'm going to get her back." Loki didn't wait for Odin to object before he all but ran out of the door. Odin didn't object.

"Thor, go after him. If he finds her, he will find the rest of the stolen weapons." Thor nodded to his father before following his brother.

•

Steve looked at the papers scattered on the lab.

"This is a nightmare."

"I've had better nightmares." Natasha spoke from next to him. "You should go rest a bit, you look like hell."

He smiled at her but it barely reached his eyes. You were a part of his family, losing you is not an option. He didn't know where you were and he didn't want to think about what you may be going through.

He wasn't the only one who cared about you, he knew that, but it still felt like they don't understand.

He turned around to go get water, when he almost ran into someone.

Looking up he saw the blue eyes of the raven haired prince. His tiredness suddenly disappeared when he took in the cold demeanor and rage filled eyed.

"I've been away for six long months and meanwhile you let her get kidnapped just like that?" Loki's voice was low and Steve didn't notice Thor walk in right after Loki, he didn't hear Bucky calling him.

"You are not welcome here Loki, and don't talk about it as if it isn't your entire fault."

The answer he got was in a dark laugh.

"Oh captain, I'm afraid I'm way past asking permission." Loki moved past him. "How long was she gone?"

"Almost a month," Bucky replied, looking between Steve's clenched posture and the same one that Loki held. "Can you find her?"

"I'll do whatever it takes." He nodded to the soldier and Bucky recognized the vulnerability in his eyes.

"Her powers are Asgardian, they came from me." Loki looked at the different screens, the room was quiet. "Doctor Banner, do you think you could track my energy signature? She should have some part of it inside her."

Loki looked back at the doctor, awaiting a response.

"Yes, I will just need to take some of your-"

"Take what you need."

•

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robincantfunction · 3 years

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requested: yes/no(requests are open)

word count: 1201

warnings: slight mentions of racism nothing detailed in anyway at all though(mentions the black family as racists)swearing, one sex reference

lemme know if i missed any.

summary: fred and y/n are in a popular band together, and they're dating. the ships get too much and they have to tell their fans. but during an interview someone questions y/n about her racist family. but luckily fred is there for her, her hero. her lover boy.

song prompt 2: lvr boy - awfultune (i have to be honest i didn't really stick too much to it, but i had this idea so we are gonna go with it.

a/n: this is a modern au- the band is kinda supposed to give maneskin vibes but idk, although lvr boy isn't the best example of that-

toujours pur. one of the most popular bands globally, they were so frequently spoken about by all age groups, and just all people to be honest. they really were great. there music varied so much in genre, there was always something for everybody. the bandmates where what really made people love the band- on top of their killer vocals and riffs and just talent in general, their interviews, their youtube videos, their instagram lives, all of it made the public see what amazing people they truly were. fred weasley (lead guitarist) george weasley (rythm guitarist) y/n black (lead vocalist and ukulele player) harry potter (bass player) hermione granger (pianist) ron weasley (drummer) ginny weasley (acoustic guitarist). that summed up to a lot of gingers and a lot of talent. after endless obliviousness and shipping, ron and hermione finally got together- much to the fandoms satisfaction. harry and ginny were frequently shipped, but once ginny came out they started shipping her with luna, a known friend of the band. it was fun to both y/n and fred at first, all their friends were being almost nagged to get with the people they so obviously liked. it wasn't a safely guarded secret that fred and y/n were an item, they just never directly stated it. i mean what was the point? they loved each other, why vocalize it to the world? but then it happened. the tweets, the instagram posts, the tiktoks, every social media platform had to know if the hand holding, the cheek kisses, the 'i love you's', and the loving looks were all just out of friendship- or something much more. it was still fun initially, watching people try and figure out their relationship, but then it was brought into the interviews and the livestreams.

"why don't you guys just tell them? its so obvious anyway, and it's not like your hiding it." george asked after the band attempted a livestream, but ended it when the only comments were about fred and y/n. "why is it their business?" she responded softly. she wasn't wrong, but everyone except fred was still confused. "we know it's not. but come on, we're not gonna force you to do anything you're not comfortable with but it would stop all of that" ginny said, pointing to the livestream set up they have at the end of her sentence. fred and y/n knew they were right, but they were so comfortable how they were, they didn't want their relationship to be completely demolished. it was the last thing they wanted. and the last thing that either of them saw coming, but they were still cautious. "we have a couple interviews tomorrow, tell them or don't tell them. but it would be a good chance." both of them instantly knew what the other was thinking. the time has come. they're gonna tell them.

the next day were all sitting in front of an interviewer, and then another one, and then another one. and finally this one. "so, i know your name has never really been spoken about" the interviewer said, the band nodded "so what's with the band name?" everyone looked at y/n. she chuckled slightly and started explaining "so most of my family, not good people. they were pretty commonly associated with a racist organisation. like i said, not good people. well they have this family tree, personally i've only seen it once. me and my dad don't go to the family home often. it gives us the heebie geebies and they hate us. well anyway, the family tree says toujours pur, always pure. so i thought i'd mock them and suggested it as a band name. trust me, i've received many a message about it. they aren't happy." everyone chuckled, if y/n was one thing it was spiteful. "so just out of interest, has the band received any backlash about your family?" the entire band shifted in their seats, if there was one thing y/n rarely talked about it was her family. and fred was preparing to go into protective boyfriend mode. she shook her head "um, no not really." the guy looked somewhat hurt "oh. so racist family isn't something your fans have a problem with?" ok this guy was obviously being bitter, but before fred could say anything y/n jumped in "family by blood. not by nature. the only thing that correlates me with them is dna, and clearly they drew the short straw because they're missing some necessary brain cells. i'm not my 'family'. so no. i don't get backlash for something people who i've only ever had one conversation with did." the rest of the interview was very awkward. like, very.

"ok one last one and then we're done for the day" lily (their self appointed manager- not that anyone minded, she was a life saver) said, sending a sympathetic smile to y/n "i'm not doing it." everyone frowned, but understood somewhat. "y/n/n, love, one more. we'll tell them we're shagging like they want and then bounce" that made her chuckle, he always managed to that "lovely description of our relationship dear" everyone started laughing at the two. "ok. but if one more thing gets said about the fucking black family i swear to shit i will start throwing things."

the last interview was a lot more smooth. especially when fred held y/n's hand the entire time. that didn't go unnoticed by the interviewer, who commented on it a few minutes after she sat down. "so, fred and y/n. i know you to are" she paused and cleared her throat, whilst looking at their hands "close. and i know you're probably sick of hearing this but, what are you?" they chuckled a little "um... we're sorta dating" the interviewer smiled, and so did fred and y/n. it felt good to say it out loud. "i have to ask you, really quickly. is fred weasley your lover boy?" she asked, referencing their latest single "lvr boy". it was well known that y/n wrote the majority of their songs- specifically the slower bedroom artist vibe songs. y/n nodded sheepishly, never actually admitting that directly to the group no matter how obvious. "my room mate now owes me a tenner, thank you" everyone laughed, this was ok. she was ok.

"i'm sorry about earlier, love." she sighed "it's ok." he shrugged "no it's not. that was fucked up" both of their features softened "i was ok. i am ok. because you were there. and because you're here." they kissed "y'know 'm sorry bout your name. i know people give you shit for it" she pecked his lips again "don't worry about it." he shook his head "why didn't your dad take remus's name?" they both looked at each other "cause a name shouldn't be a burden. and with the person yuo love, it eases it all y'know. they don't care when they have each other." he smiled "can't wait till you have my name" he didn't mean to say it, panic evident in his eyes she smiled a genuinely happy smile "me neither" and she put her head in his chest.

he was her lover boy.

he owned her heart.

he owned her heart like no one else did.

she was always his.

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nepenthendline · 3 years

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S/O having an epileptic seizure - Tendou, Koganeawa, Tanaka, Goshiki, Sugawara and Aone

My medical degree coming in handy here lol, this technically counts as studying, right? Also I’m going to cover a range of different seizures and that they are aware of your epilepsy, so I hope that’s ok! These are all going to be mini drabbles!

I just want to say I don’t have much experience with epileptic seizures besides studying them, so I hope this is realistic enough, I put a lot of effort into it 💞💞

Request: idk how many characters you accept so i’m sorry if this is too many!! but could you do tendou, koganeawa, tanaka, goshiki, sugawara and aone with a s/o who has epilepsy and has a seizure when they’re hanging out? :)

Seizure types covered: Atonic, Complex Focal, Tonic, Tonic Clonic, Absence and Myclonic

Tendou - Atonic Seizure:

The two of you were sitting in his bed, cuddled up to each other while watching a show on his laptop. You had both spent all day studying so this time was for the two of you to relax together, pushing through the tiredness. His arms were loosely wrapped around you as you leaned on his shoulder, breathing his scent.

As his fingers were brushing over your skin, he felt your body stiffen suddenly, before going limp and falling forwards. Since he always paid close attention to you, he was able to quickly move the laptop out of the way, allowing your head to safely land in his lap. He knew you weren’t in pain, or that you would probably even remember this moment, but it still sent his heart racing every time he witnessed a seizure. Brushing your hair away from your face, he pulled the blanked closer, covering your body to keep you warm.

It was only a few moments before you opened your eyes again, blinking and looking around the room in confusion, but he was instantly there to comfort you.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, you’re safe. You can lay there for a little longer, ok?” He gently spoke, caressing your arm as you settled back into his touch, still trying to regain your senses.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, reaching out to pull the forgotten laptop closer and set your eyes back on the screen once more. He let out a light chuckle before speaking.

“Sh, you don’t need to apologise. Although, if you didn’t want to watch the show, you could have just said so,” he teased with a smirk, laughing as you swat his leg in protest.

Koganegawa - Tonic Seizure:

You didn’t know too much about playing volleyball, but Koganegawa always begged you to play with him, often resulting in you both throwing the ball back and forth with him showing off a great deal.

He was trying to teach you how to spike, setting the ball to you in different places as you did your best to jump high and slam it down. You’d miss multiple times, turning to him with a pout as he laughed, but he gave you a thumbs up and a ‘good job’ no matter how badly you did, all with a beaming smile on his face.

You were motivated to learn though, for him, and once again threw the ball up over his head, ready to set to you. After tossing the ball in the air, your body went stiff and your vision blackened as you fell backwards.

As his arms rose to direct the ball to you, he took a glance in your direction and saw you crumble to the floor. His quick reflexed kicked in, lunging towards you in an attempt to catch you with wide eyes and a pounding in his chest, although he didn’t reach fast enough as he heard the thud from your head making contact with the ground below. Before he could call out to you, your eyes slowly opened again, as you raised an arm to rub the back of your sore head.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do I need to call someone?” He frantically asked, putting his arms around you, aiding you as you pulled yourself forward to sit up, groaning a little at the slight throbbing in your head.

“I’m fine, it’s ok, I just hit my head a little hard,” you reassure him, taking the hand that was held out in front of you to help you stand. Coming behind you, he, gently, moved your hair and checked over your head, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw no major damage. His hands dropped to your sides, holding you steady as he pecked the top of your head.

“Ah, you’re so brave. I’ll get you some ice cream on the way home, that always makes me feel better when I get hurt.”

Tanaka - Absence Seizure:

After a long day of walking around town, visiting different shops and eating at a cute cafe, you were on the train coming back home, settled closely to Tanaka as he held your hand tightly.

He was talking away about the tournaments the Karasuno team had coming up soon, discussing all the strong players they needed to face and telling you stories from their practices.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire him, smiling away as you watched how passionately he talked, how his carved jaw moved and the way he eyes seemed so piercing. After every sentence or so, he’d give you a grin back, squeezing your hand as you nodded along with his story.

“You’ve seen what Hinata’s like though, he’s crazy, right?” He asked with a laugh, looking at you for your reaction, although he didn’t hear your voice reply to him, nor did he see your sweet smile. Your face had turned limp as you stared beside him, unaware of his focus on you. He stopped speaking, carefully watching over you and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

It was only a couple seconds before your eyes snapped back to his, opening your mouth before closing it again and swallowing, “sorry, could you repeat that?”

He simply gave you a smile and kissed your cheek, before carrying on with his story, where you trained your eyes and thoughts on him once more.

Goshiki - Myclonic Seizure

You often had to remind your boyfriend to study since his brain was filled with volleyball 99% of the time, so you tended to study together regularly during the week, allowing you to both get work done while also spending time with each other.

You sat across from him at the table, pen in hand as your eyes dragged over the textbook in front of you. Gazing over towards Goshiki, you giggled to yourself as his expression - his teeth had a firm grip on his lower lip, and his eyebrows where tightly knotted together as he stared down at the page, furiously scribbling answers, before crossing them out again. Reaching over, you brushed your fingers on his knuckles, grabbing his attention.

“Take it easy, do you need a hand with a question?” You asked, still trying to hold back your smile as his cheeks flushed a little.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know how to solve this equation,” he muttered, pointing to a string of numbers and letters on the page. You were about to lean over to look, when your arm suddenly spasmed, launching your pen across the room, hitting the floor with a loud clunk. It continued to jolt a couple more times, before your body relaxed.

Goshiki looked at you with widened eyes, unsure of what to do. “A-are you ok?” He asked timidly, watching as you looked away.

“Yeah, m’fine,” you murmured, getting up to grab your pen, however he stood up first, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“It’s ok, I’ve got it,” he spoke, picking up the pen and passing it to you. Sitting back in his seat, he noticed the way you fiddled with your pen and kept your head down, avoiding looking his way.

Taking a deep breath, he reached forward and grabbed your hand. “You don’t need to worry about it, it doesn’t bother me at all.” His voice was quiet but you could tell he was genuine, especially by the squeeze of his warm hand on yours.

Sugawara - Complex Focal Seizure:

Lazy days were a common date for you two - spending your day huddled in each others arms watching movies, talking or playing games. You had both been craving cookies, so you made your way to the kitchen, shuffling through the cupboards for ingredients to bake your own.

Sugawara was in charge of handing you the ingredients as you stirred and sifted them into the bowl, dipping your finger in every now and then for a taste, giggling and ducking away as he tried to reprimand you.

“Ok, just the chocolate chips left,” he spoke, turning round to hand you the bag. As his eyes found you, you dropped the spoon, bringing your arm close to you and tightening your hand into a fist. Your other arm fell to your side, fiddling with the edge of your shirt as you looked ahead in a daze.

Gently, he placed the bag down and slowly walked towards you, calling your name quietly before allowing his hand to settle on your lower back as to not startle you. With his other hand on your hip, he brushed soothing circles on your skin while whispering to you, reminding you he was there and taking care of you.

As you started to come around, your body released its tension and you could feel his strong but delicate hold on you, keeping you steady.

“Let’s sit you down for a moment, you’re doing alright my love,” he spoke, guiding you towards the nearby chair and sitting you down. When you became aware enough to look at him, you found his crouched in front of you, holding your hands in his, massaging your cramped palms as he smiled up at you. “Are you doing ok?” He asked, concern showing in his voice despite his calm exterior. You gave him a nod, attempting to smile back at him in your, still, foggy state. He sat with you until you settled down and felt back to normal, before helping you get up and carry on with your backing, although, this time, keeping an eye on you a little more.

Aone - Tonic Clonic Seizure

Aone was sat on the sofa, flicking through the movies on the TV before finally settling on one to watch as you were in the kitchen preparing snacks. With the movie ready, he unravelled the blanket by his side, draping it over the seats and arranging the cushions ready for you both to snuggle up.

Footsteps became louder as you walked in, placing the bowl of popcorn and bags of treats on the side table next to your boyfriend, bending down to press a kiss on his cheek that left them tinged with warmth.

He lifted up the edge of the blanket, as if an invite for you to crawl in, holding out a hand to pull you closer. As you were about to walk round to him, your body tensed, your limps hardening before you fell to the ground. Aone quickly jumped out of his seat, catching you before you hit the floor and slowly lowered you down as your body shook.

With one hand softly brushing over your hair, the other tugged a cushion from the sofa, sliding it under your head for comfort. His face twisted, eyes sharp as he watched you jolting and heard the distressing sounds of you heavy breathing. The next few minutes seemed to last for hours as your body continued to shake, and it broke his heart that all he could do was watch by your side, wiping away the spit that trailed from your mouth.

Slowly, your body grew still and your breathing quietened down. You looked up at him with tiredness overcoming you, blinking slowly as your muscles relaxed. His large hands scooped under you, lifting you to lay on your side and allow your body to recover. His eyes only left you to grab the blanket from the sofa, before covering you and caressing your cheek with his finger as you calmed into a slumber. The movie was long forgotten as he sat by your side, watching over you and comforting you as you slept, not leaving for even a moment.

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pabosontheloose · 3 years

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Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

_______________

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door.

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics.

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans.

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely.

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much.

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe.

________________

Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings.

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it.

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you.

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right.

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table.

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself.

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you.

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

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sunflowershouyou · 4 years

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♡ Kenma’s crush

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: Kenma Kozume x f!reader

in which Kenma has a crush on you but he doesn’t realise it until Kuroo mentions it and this makes it harder for him to be near you.

word count: 1981

‘Bye Kenma! See you during lunchtime!’ said Kuroo.

'Uhm.. yeah see ya.’ waved Kenma and went to his classroom.

He left his backpack on his desk, sat down on the chair and started playing one of his games as usual. His days were pretty ordinary - school, lunch, practice, homework, sleep and playing games in between those activities. And this morning was nothing different than any other mornings until…

'Good morning everyone!’

Yes, actually the last couple of months weren’t exactly that ordinary for Kenma. Every day was normal to him until he hears your voice. You were so cheerful and full of life this early in the morning that Kenma couldn’t help but wonder how do you do that. How do you manage to look so pretty every day, to sound so nice and happy, to always be polite and helpful and most importantly how do you manage to still be on his mind.

Kenma was looking right at his game when he heard you. His hair was blocking everything around him but he still managed to peek. You looked beautiful as always. You went straight to you desk which was the one in front of his. When you passed by Kenma he quietly said 'Good morning’ almost impossible for anyone to hear it but you heard it.

'Good morning Kenma-san!’ you smiled at him and went to your place. He immediately blushed and was trying really hard to focus on the game.

School day was nearly over. The only thing left was practice. Everything went fine and couch Nekomata was more than proud of the team.

'Hey Kenma, me and Yaku are going to study at the school library. Do you wanna join us?’ asked Kuroo.

'Yeah… why not. But I’m waiting for the new game to come out so I won’t stay for too long’ said Kenma.

Yaku nodded 'Cool! Kai, Yamamoto you wanna join?’

'Ummm no thanks Yaku-san.’

'I can’t either. I have some work to do at home.’ added Kai.

Everyone said goodbye to each other and Yaku, Kuroo and Kenma headed to the library.

'Hey Kenma’

'Yes Kuroo..’

'Since we’re gonna study together… is there a subject in which you need help? You know me and Yaku are 3rd years.’ said Kuroo while smiling.

'Thank you but I think I’m good for now.’

'Tch…being your senpai is really hard sometimes you know Kenma.’

'Well he’s not like certain someone who lacks everything except science…’ jokingly said Yaku.

'EXCUSE ME-’

Kenma opened the door to the library completely ignoring his two noisy friends when he saw you. You were also there. Kenma gulped and couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

'Oh hi Kenma-san!’ you greeted.

He realised he’s been staring at you for a couple of seconds and tried to look the other way while saying 'Hello’ to you.

The three boys sat on the table next to yours. Kenma could sense your parfume. Suddenly he became nervous.

Yaku saw that and asked 'Kenma? Is everything alright? Do you need anything?’

'More like anyONE?’ added Kuroo.

Both Yaku and Kenma were very confused.

While studying Kenma had hard time concentrating because he always peeked at what you were doing. You were just reading but he couldn’t stop watching you. Suddenly you stood up and left the book you were reading on one of the shelves. Before leaving the library you said goodbye to Kenma which again made him blush and embarrassed because once again you caught him staring at you.

After you left he felt kinda sad but had no idea why. Kuroo was smirking the whole time while watching Kenma observing you.

———————

Kenma and Kuroo headed home and the tall boy was dying of curiosity.

'Hey Kenma’

'Hm what is it?’

'Didn’t you say you had to go home early? Why did you stay so late?’

'I don’t know…no reason.’

'Is that so…’

Both of them walked for a while in complete silence when Kuroo decided to break it.

'Who was that girl by the way?’

Kenma was a little embarrassed by that question.

'Um… she’s from my class. Why?’

'Just asking… so what’s her name?’

'Y/N.’

'She seems nice.’

'Yes, she is.’

'Are you friends?’

'Kuroo, why are you asking so many questions?’

'Oh no reason… just curious.’

'Okay.’

Another two minutes of silence had passed and Kuroo couldn’t hold it in anymore.

'When are you going to tell her that you like her?’

Kenma’s face became red. He stopped walking fully taken aback by the question.

'What?! I don’t… I don’t like her!’

'You don’t? Hmm because it seems like you do. ’

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

…

'I don’t.’

'You do.’

-the next morning-

Kenma was thinking about you the whole night. Usually he stayed up late because of a game but this time it was different. He couldn’t sleep because of you. Maybe he did like you. Maybe he wasn’t just nervous around you. He was wondering for the last couple of months why was he acting weird around you but he never thought that he liked you. Yes you are beautiful, smart, witty, cute and friendly but he never imagined he would fall for you. This feeling was completely new for him. He’s very observant and analytical, he’s the brain of Nekoma volleyball team after all, but this thing…his feelings for you made him clueless and confused. He tried his best to stay calm but looking at your back, neck and hair the whole day was nearly impossible for him. It was easier to control the feelings before but now that he knew why he’s like that he couldn’t even stay still.

Throughout the whole day he was playing a game desperately trying to not think about you. Everything was going well until you approached him.

'Is that the new game?’

Kenma’s cheeks got that cute shade of pink as soon as you spoke.

'Uhm.. y-yes it is… you know it?’

'Of course! I’ve been waiting for it since forever! Are the graphics really that good? Which character are you playing with? Did you unlock the new magic spells?’

You asked Kenma so many questions that he stopped functioning. He was listening to you but he felt so shy that he couldn’t even answer you. Luckily Kuroo was about to pick Kenma and go to have lunch together when he saw the two of you.

'Yo Kenma let’s go! Hey you’re the girl from yesterday!’

You turned around to see one of your classmate’s teammates.

'Hello! I’m Y/N nice to meet you!’

'I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, 3rd year. Nice to meet you too!’

'I’m coming Kuroo.’ said Kenma and rushed to his friend.

'Y/N’ Kuroo called you.

'Yes?’

'Do you wanna come with us? Maybe you can continue with your conversation. Sorry for interrupting it by the way.’ suggested Kuroo and brushed the back of his head.

'Y-yes! If it’s also okay with you Kenma-san.’ you looked at Kenma which made him even more shy.

'He would love to!’ exclaimed Kuroo.

Kuroo was more than happy to see his best friend finally talking to his crush. He felt that being Kenma’s matchmaker is his duty and tried everything he could to make both of you feel comfortable. Kenma was still shy but thanks to his friend he gained some courage and answered all of your questions. He even let you play to show you the new game features.

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Two weeks have passed since that day and you felt that Kenma was getting more comfortable around you. He still blushed and was a bit nervous but it really showed that the two of you were getting closer. He even walked you home but Kuroo was always with you. The truth is Kenma wanted Kuroo to be around for emotional support. Little pudding hair struggled with keeping the conversation and at some point actually thought that you enjoyed Kuroo’s company more.

Every day you waited for Kuroo to come so that the three of you could walk home. That day though Kuroo told his friend the last minute that he had to stay at school because one of the teachers wanted to talk with him. He was obviously lying and Kenma sensed that but he couldn’t just leave you so he walked you home. It was the first time for both of you to be just the two of you. It was very awkward in the beginning when you shouted 'One!’ and pointed at a stray cat.

'What?’ Kenma was very confused.

'My dad and I used to count stray cats when I was little… it’s like a little race… I’m sorry I just recalled of that…’ you shyly said.

'Oh one for me as well!’ excitedly announced Kenma.

You thought Kenma would find your idea to break the ice dumb but it actually worked.

The whole way to your home both of you were looking around to find cats and even jokingly argued who found the cat first.

'Kenma-san this kitty looks just like you!’

'How is that Y/N?’

'Look it has your hairstyle!’

The boy looked at the cream coloured little cat with a black spot on its head between the ears.

'I guess it does look a bit like me.’

'Now we know even if you become a cat you’ll still look cute’

This sentence made Kenma’s heart skipba beat. He definitely didn’t expect to hear that.

'Oh we arrived. Thank you for walking me home Kenma-san!’ you smiled and went to open the front door.

'Y/N!’ the boy said loudly which startled you a little.

'Yes?’

'Um…’ Kenma looked extremely nervous. It seemed like he had something important to tell you and yet he could do it. Then he added 'I wanted to say that… um…’ he sighed 'they announced the new dragon game…’

You looked at him a bit confused. He cringed at what he said because that was not the thing he wanted to tell you.

'Oh… really… that’s cool.’

The boy saw you turning away and wanted to stop you. This was probably his only chance to do it so he finally got the courage.

'No! Actually I wanted to tell you something else…’

'Okay… what is it?’ you asked.

Kenma gulped and felt his palms sweating. Then he quietly said 'I l-l-like you…’. It was so quiet that you couldn’t hear him.

'I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.’

'I like you, Y/N’ he said almost shouting.

There were a few seconds of silence, enough for you to feel little butterflies in your stomach.

'I was worried that you may have changed your mind.’ you chuckled.

'Huh?’

'I like you too, Kenma-san!’

You went to him and gave him a little peck on his cheek.

'Then see you on Monday, Kenma-san!’

He stood right in front of you completely speechless.

'Hey Y/N do you want to go somewhere… sometime and maybe… do something? Of course if you’re free… this weekend?’

You found him to be so adorable that you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

'I would love that!’

'Goodbye, Y/N’

'Bye, Kenma-san!’

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The whole time while going home Kenma was smiling and his cheeks were burning. In front of his house was Kuroo.

'Sooo… you finally confessed huh?’

'How do you know?’

'I’ve never seen you happier, Kenma’

'Yeah… I guess I really like her. Thank you, Kuroo.’

'Anytime. I’m glad you did it.’

Kuroo looked behind his friend and saw the tiny kitty that’s been following him.

'Hey, Kenma this cat looks just like you!’

'Oh yeah… and it also brought a friend.’

'Doesn’t this one kinda look like Y/N?’

'Hmm…I guess you’re right. She would also be cute as a cat.’

Kuroo looked at Kenma not knowing what he was talking about but he was smiling. Kuroo knew how happy you’ve made his best friend.

Thank you for reading!

- sunflowershouyou 🌻

[19.09.2020]

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq!!#haikyuu x reader #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma x y/n #kenma scenario #kenma kozume #sunflowershouyou

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honeytae · 4 years

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Maybe I just like having you dote on me.

drunk cuddly yoon content because i just know this man is the most soft and clingy drunk!! like i can just feel it in my bones he would absolutely be a big pouty baby with his partner after a couple of drinks.

tags: @mochiloverbts

genre: fluff

word count: 2.4k

You watched as his lips closed around the rim of the glass, pouring another sip of the alcohol onto his tongue as he tipped his head back.

His bleary eyes moved to the left to peer at you, admiring the dress clinging to your form. He set the empty glass down on the bar countertop, eyes shifting to your face to see you smiling in amusement.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He pouted, reaching his arms out to stretch around your waist atop the barstool beside him.

He suddenly pulled you forward onto his lap, giggling mischievously at your surprised gasp.

Yoongi was most definitely drunk. You could tell not only by the childlike pout that had taken over his lips for the last half hour, but his level of cozy affection with you while you were in a public setting.

“What’s up, honey?” you asked, bringing your hand up to the hair at the crown of his head as his forehead fell to your shoulder. He lifted his head, shooting you a lazy smirk as he blindly reached for your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I missed you.” He pouted, puckering his lips for a kiss as he leaned forward.

You leaned into his lips, pressing a quick peck on his lips and pulling away. His pout only intensified when you did that, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as your hand in his began to tug lightly to get him to stand.

Your boyfriend was not one to typically do much PDA, other than a firm and reassuring holding of your hand when you were out together. He pressed occasional kisses to your cheeks, but kept it very tame otherwise.

But when he was drinking, it was a whole different story. The more drinks he had, the more touchy he would be. While you had no issue with it, you knew the sober Yoongi would be embarrassed to know he’d acted like that in front of others. You needed to get him into a safer space before he pushed his own boundaries too far.

“Let’s get you home, baby.” You said, standing from his lap and lifting his limp arm over your shoulder to support his weight as you guided him to the door.

“Ooh, sexy time.” He exclaimed, making you giggle as people’s heads began turning toward you inside of the bar.

He stumbled lightly out the door, tripping over his own two feet as he leaned against you for support.

“You good, baby?” You asked, halting your steps so he could attempt to steady himself.

“I’m great.” He smiled, giggling as you rolled your eyes at him, not being able to hold back your own smile at your goofy tipsy boyfriend.

Yoongi continued to talk about random things as you walked down the sidewalk, some of his sentences coming out as unintelligible mumbles as you came to a crosswalk, carefully scanning the streets to make sure there were no oncoming cars before you escorted him across the pavement.

Approaching the car, Yoongi leaned against it, taking his weight off of you as you searched through your bag for the keys to the vehicle.

Coming up empty handed, you knitted your brows together in confusion.

“Do you have the keys, Yoon?” You asked, scanning over the contents in the bag again before concluding that they weren’t in there.

As you shifted your gaze from your bag up to Yoongi’s face, you had to stifle your giggle.

His eyebrows were raised, a completely innocent look on his face as his eyes widened and his mouth popped open in an adorable parted pout.

His hands patted his pockets clumsily, digging his fingers in when he came upon the metal under the material against his thigh.

He held them up to you with an adorable gummy smile, keys clanging together as they swayed in the air at your boyfriend's loose hold.

You smiled, bringing a hand up to his hair to brush it away from his forehead while simultaneously holding out your palm for him to place the keys onto.

“Thank you, baby.” You said, pressing a kiss to his cheek before shuffling around Yoongi’s body as you prepared to open the passenger side door for him.

You placed your hand in his as he stepped forward, supporting his weight as he began to lift himself into the car.

You reached for the seatbelt, arm going across his body as you leaned over him to click the seatbelt into the buckle beside his waist.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his bottom lip wobble, an action that made you snap your eyes up to his face quickly.

“What’s wrong, Yoon?” You asked, his glazed over eyes staring back at you as you pouted back at him.

“Can I have a hug?” He asked, his voice soft as he tried to blink away the tears gathering on his lash line.

Nothing more needed to be said before you were wrapping your arms around your boyfriend, lifting yourself off the ground and into his lap as he eagerly welcomed you with his palms pulling your waist up onto him.

Burying his head in your neck as he squeezed you to him, he sighed in content. His hands came up to play with the ends of your hair, curling the strands around his finger and holding it there, then releasing it.

“Are you curling my hair?” You chuckled, Yoongi giggling as he nodded in response, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone.

Leaning back from him, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, heart swelling in your chest as he closed his eyes in bliss at the simple affection.

“I have to drive us home, Yoon.” You spoke softly, not wanting to upset him, but knowing you couldn’t stay in the parking spot all night.

He whined in complaint, clutching you tighter to him so you wouldn’t be able to get up.

“C’mon Yoon, I have to get you to bed.”

He’s silent at that, giving you a begging face as he intentionally pouts, making him look like a petulant child.

“We can properly cuddle in bed,” you offered hopefully.

You traced his hair away from his face, observing as his pout lifted a bit at your words.

He huffed, mumbling an eventual “Okay.”

Climbing off of his lap, you made sure his seatbelt was still fastened, then crawled out of the passenger seat of the car, shutting the door softly behind you.

Rounding the back end of your car, you allowed yourself to giggle at your boyfriend's clingy actions, approaching the drivers side and opening the door.

Yoongi observed you as you climbed in, buckling your seatbelt and starting the ignition before turning to him.

“Ready?”

He nodded, gummy smile displayed on his face as you placed your hand on the center console between you, palm facing up in an invitation for him to hold your hand again.

The whole way home, Yoongi kept his eyes on you. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, his dilated pupils glued to you the entire drive home. You smiled as you came to a stoplight a block away from your home, turning to look back at him.

He blushed at being caught, the alcohol still fogging his brain and delaying the reflexes he’d normally have to look away, or at least play it cool.

It was silent the rest of the ride other than the soft humming coming from him, Yoongi softly caressing his thumb against the back of your hand as he reclined against the seat.

You turned into the driveway of your home, pulling up to the house and putting the car into park. As you shut the car off, the sound of Yoongi unbuckling his seatbelt met your ears, drawing your attention to him as he opened his car door.

You quickly unbuckled yours, taking your hand out of his grip to make your way out of the car and around to him within a matter of seconds.

His legs were dangling out of the car, swinging cutely as he waited for you. As you stood in front of him, he reached his hand out to grab yours again, allowing you to pull his body out of the car to a standing position.

He seemed to be a lot steadier than before, most likely sobered up from the lack of alcohol being put into his system compared to back when you were at the bar.

You took slow steps to the house, walking beside him with his hand holding onto yours. As you approached the steps leading to your front door, Yoongi seemed to do them with ease, only stumbling once before catching his balance and making his way up the rest of them with no issue.

“Oh, you got it now, huh?” You teased, turning your head to focus on your hand as you inserted the key into the door, pushing it open with your shoulder as you held the door for him to walk in.

“I always got it.” He scoffed as he walked past you, the proud smirk on his face falling as he stumbled into the hallway.

“Right.” You giggled, watching in amusement as he struggled to keep his balance as he bent down to take his shoes off.

You shook your head, placing your hands on his hips to place him against the wall before you sat down on the floor.

“Let me help you.”

Yoongi leaned against the wall at that, straightening his back against it as you slid his shoe off of his foot, lightly dancing your fingers across the bottom of his sock to make him giggle above you.

Placing his foot on the ground, you tapped the ankle of his other leg, making him lift it so that you could remove his other shoe.

You stood from your position on the floor, Yoongi wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you to him. He pressed his soft lips to yours, pulling back to lean his forehead on your own.

“Maybe I just like having you dote on me.” He smirked, dark brown eyes shining back at you with a clearer look than the bleariness that was clouding them before.

“No, I think you’re just drunk.” You laughed, throwing your head back when he shot you a feigned glare, a smile breaking the stern facial expression, not being able to contain the happiness you made him feel.

It was silent for a moment as you tucked his hair behind his ear, Yoongi letting a small yawn slip past his lips as he closed his eyes in content.

“Tired?”

“Little bit,” he mumbled, nodding in answer to your question.

“Me too. Let’s go up.” You agreed, slipping your own shoes off as you gestured to the stairs, placing your palm on his lower back.

You guided him as he went up the stairs in front of you, still messy in his footing but catching himself before he could fall back into you.

“That’s why I’m here, you know.” You chuckled, cheering as he got over the last step, finally at the top of the stairs.

“Right, for me to crush you. Totally.” He teased, laughing as he shook his head.

You walked behind him down the hallway to your bedroom, entering to the scene of Yoongi sitting on the edge of the bed as he huffed in exhaustion from his trip up the stairs.

You giggled as you stepped toward him, gesturing for him to lift his arms so that you could lift his sweater from his skin. His head emerged from under the material, scrunching his nose at his disheveled hair.

“You’re so cute,” you cooed, making his lips curve into a small smile as he looked down at the floor shyly.

Reaching forward to unbutton his jeans, you pulled the zipper down, Yoongi desperately trying to stifle a giggle.

You looked up at his crescent eyes, already looking at you with a toothy smile that he was obviously trying to hold back.

“What?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow at him suspiciously as you shoved the denim down his hips.

“Sexy time.” He said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at the remark he had somehow remembered from earlier in the evening.

“Silly boy.” You shook your head, laughing lightly with your boyfriend.

Once you got him settled into bed, you left the room to go fill a glass of cool water to bring back to him.

When you walked back into the room, glass full of water in hand, your eyes fell upon the sight of Yoongi bundled up under the sheets, dark hair pressed to the pillow as his fingers plucked at the callous on his thumb. Upon your entrance, his head turned to your approaching body.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress beside him, you offered the glass out to him, Yoongi mumbling a small “Thank you” as he clutched onto it.

He took a large swig of it, swallowing and sighing at the refreshing feeling of the cold liquid on his throat.

“Good?”

“Mhm. Thank you, bub.” He added, handing the glass back to you.

You placed the half empty glass on the nightstand beside the bed, leaving it in a place where he could reach for it if he wanted it again.

Yoongi’s eyes began to shut, getting more and more sleepy as he reclined against the pillows at his back.

You leaned forward, holding the hair back from his forehead as you pressed a kiss to the soft skin.

When you went to pull back, his hands suddenly came up to the sides of your head, holding you in place as he leaned up to catch your lips with his.

You melted into his kiss, his warm lips enveloping yours as your mouths worked against each other.

Pulling back slightly, Yoongi let light breaths fan out against your parted lips, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your slightly swollen bottom lip soothingly.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He said softly, eyes sparkling with his genuine gratitude for your presence in his life.

You nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to the shiny tip of his nose.

“I love you.” You whispered, scanning his features adoringly as he smiled.

“Thank you for that, too. I love you so much.” He affirmed, his voice sleepy and slightly raspy from the amount of alcohol that’d he’d consumed over the course of the night.

Yoongi reached his hands around your shoulders, tugging you down to press your chest against his with you easily nestling your face into his neck.

You still had to get up, uncomfortable in your dress and makeup, but you were content for now. Yoongi held onto you, burying his nose into your hair as your chests synced in their rising and falling.

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Confessions

Frankie Morales x Reader

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy this little Frankie One shot! I love this man with all my heart and I have obviously been bitten by the Frankie bug bc I cannot stop writing for him lol.

Request: Prompt - “I am so in love with you”

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Kissing

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Laughter filled the night air as the flames of the bonfire sent sparks up into the dark sky. You were currently over at Frankie’s house for a get together with the guys. They had made it a tradition since they had retired – and even more so since that trip to South America – and since you were Santiago’s sister you pretty much got a free pass to come whenever you liked. You had pretty much been made an official member of the group from how much you had hung around the boys and kept up with their antics.

You were currently listening to some horrible one night stand story Benny was telling as you sat between Santi and Frankie, leaning into the latter man’s side - all of you laughing your asses off as Benny finally finishes his story.

“Oh, come on!” He groans, “You’re telling me none of you have had any dating disasters?” Benny pointed to you and called out your name before pointing to Frankie, “You guys are still single, where are your horrible dating stories?”

You roll your eyes and Frankie just shakes his head before you finally speak up, “Well up until recently I hadn’t dated anyone in a long time so no – I don’t have any terrible dating stories,” you inform.

All the guys look to you immediately eyes wide, “What do you mean ‘up until recently?’” Santi’s voice meets your ears causing you to turn to him.

You feel your face heat up, not really wanting to discuss this with a bunch of guys, “I’ve just been on a couple dates with this guy recently is all,” you sheepishly explain.

Immediately all the guys start rapid firing questions at you – especially Santiago – and you are so distracted by this that you didn’t notice the way Frankie went rigid beside you the moment you mentioned this other guy. You also failed to notice how he stayed silent during all of this until he abruptly stood from his position, making you fall to the side slightly at the loss of support. You watch as he all but storms into the house and you feel your heart clench slightly.

If you were being honest, you had harbored feelings for the former military pilot since Santiago had introduced you all those years ago. But as time wore on and Frankie never showed any interest, at least not that you noticed, you thought maybe dating other people would help you get over him. however, it just made it worse. Everyone you dated just reminded you that they weren’t Frankie. They weren’t as funny as him, or handsome, or caring, or…you could go on.

An elbow in your side pulled you from your thoughts and you turned to see Santiago giving you a soft look.

“Why don’t you go check on him?” he asks softly, a knowing look in his eyes.

You gave him a small smile before standing from your spot and walking towards the house, the boy’s voices and laughter fading into the distance as you entered the house and shut the door behind you. you walked into the kitchen only to find Frankie hunched over, hands braced on the counter – seemingly in distress over something.

“Hey,” you greet gently, as not to startle him, “Are you alright?”

Frankie’s head snaps up at your sweet voice and he almost breaks down right there at the concerned look in your eyes. Unknown to you, he had left the gathering because he couldn’t stand hearing you talk about being with another guy. Frankie has felt more than friendship towards you for a long time and to hear that he had blown his only chance to be with you – it made him so frustrated. Not with you – no he could never be upset at you – but upset with himself. The guys told him to make his move months ago, well aware of how their friend felt about you. Even Santi had told Frankie to tell you how he felt – convinced that you and him would be perfect for one another. But he was too scared – scared that he wasn’t good enough for you, scared that you would laugh in his face – too scared to act.

And now he had lost his chance.

“Frankie?” your voice brought him from his thoughts once more and he let out a deep sigh – running a hand over his face.

“Uh, yeah – yeah I’m fine,” he said, turning to grab a beer from the fridge, anything to occupy his mind.

You walked over to him, leaning against the counter and trying to find Frankie’s eyes, frowning when he wouldn’t even look at you.

“I’m sorry if that talk upset you for some reason – I’m sure Benny didn’t mean to make you feel singled out or anything –“ you stopped short when laughter started falling from Frankie’s lips and you furrowed your brow, kind of insulted that he was seemingly laughing at you.

“That’s not –“ he finally looked at you before shaking his head and looking down to the drink in his hand, “Benny didn’t make me upset.”

You crossed your arms, frustrated that your friend wouldn’t just talk to you, “Well what is it then? Something is obviously bothering you,” you say, walking over and taking the drink from his hands so you could hold his hands loosely in yours, “We’re friends Frankie you can –“

“I don’t want to be friends!” he blurts out.

The words make you drop his hands as your heart drops into your stomach, “What?” you breathe, “Why? Did I do something wrong? did I say something –“

Frankie’s eyes widen as he realizes what he says and a hand comes up to the back of his head, gripping his baseball cap harshly, “What? No , no – that’s not – fuck –“ he curses, trying to string together his thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence.

Confusion blankets your features as your hands fall to your sides, “Then what –“

“I love you okay?” He blurts out again, continuing when you don’t respond – eyes wide with shock.

“I – I’m so in love with you, and just –“ he sighs stepping closer to you now, “Hearing you talk about that guy just made me – I don’t know,” he mumbles, taking a step away from you and shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” he continues, “You don’t deserve this – me dumping all this shit on you just because I’m some jealous ass-“

He doesn’t get to finish because you lips pressing against his own cuts off the words. He freezes at first, caught off guard by your actions until his brain finally manages to catch up and he melts into you. He wraps his arms around your waist as he feels your fingers tangle in his hair knocking the ballcap from his head in the process. As much as Frankie wanted this to go on forever, he finally pulled away from you, both of you panting slightly as you looked at one another. Frankie was the first to speak.

“What –“

“I love you too Frankie,” you breathe, face still flushed from the kiss, “I have for years.”

His eyes widen at this admission and he tugs you closer unconsciously, “Years?” he whispered.

You bit your lip and nodded, “Pretty much since the moment Santiago introduced us.”

A large smile broke across his face at your words and he pulled you in for another kiss, relishing in the fact that this was finally happening. The one thing he has wanted for years is finally coming true.

This time you’re the one to pull away, but you don’t go far. instead you tuck yourself into his chest as he pulls you tighter to him, arms still wrapped snugly around your waist as he rests cheek on the top of your head. Neither of you speak for a while, wanting to cherish this small moment for as long as possible. Finally, however, Frankie speaks up.

“What about that other guy?”

You pull away from him, giggles spilling from your lips, “He was gone the minute you said you loved me.”

Frankie cringes, “Damn, tossed out just like that?”

You scoff playfully and smack his arm, “I can go out on another date with him it concerns you so much!”

Frankie shakes his head firmly pulling you into him all the while pressing a multitude of kisses to your cheek and jaw, “Oh I don’t think so princesa,” he says before finally pressing a quick peck to your lips and pulling you into his chest, “I just got you, I’m not about to let you go so easily.”

You smile and bury your face into his chest, “I’m not going anywhere.”

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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Hello! I just found this blog and I absolutely adore your writings aaahh qwq Can I request a oneshot perhaps of Hana meeting an older Monaca (since she was technically raised by Nagito too), aaah I hope this is ok :'D

Mod Mikan: Two things. First: Thank you for your kind words! It really warms my heart that you adore my writings, despite my lack of confidence in them. Secondly, at first I was going to politely decline this request since I didn’t really know how to go about writing this and I’m not the fondest of Monaca’s character (I also don’t know how to write her since we don’t really see her that much aside from UDG), but I really wanted to take as shot at writing this, since this does seem like an interesting concept to me. So instead of a drabble, I decided to make headcanons! I really hope this is to your liking, darling! Enjoy!

-It all started with you and Nagito wanting to go on a long, much needed date night!

-You two haven’t gone out on a proper date night since the birth of Hana. While the Komeada’s cherish the time they spend doting over their lil’ ultimate ballerina, way too many bedwets and cries from their daughter signaled that the parents needed some time to themselves

-”No problem, angel! I’ll call Hajime and see if he can babysit her tonight,” Nagito offered, already pulling out his phone from his back pocket. You were already applying some lipgloss to accompany the (F/C) dress you put on tonight, when you heard a sigh of discontent a few minutes later

-”Naggie, what happened?” You asked your husband, going up to him. He frowned, crossing his arms

-”Hajime can’t watch Hana. He and Chiaki are in Florida on vacation at the moment,” I let out a long exhale myself, about to reluctantly call off mine and Nagito’s longly yearned for date night. Before I could utter the depressing sentence, Nagito’s eyes shone again, as if he thought of a solution

-”Oh! Maybe Monaca can babysit our flower!” He exclaimed, getting out his phone again. I widen my eyes, carefully placing my hands on his phone, supposedly trying to stop him from making the phone call

-”Nagito, hold on! Umm...maybe we can reschedule next week when Hajime and Chiaki come back!” I suggested, forcing a grin to ease him. However, my white haired husband was no fool. He sighed, bringing a cold hand to gently caress my cheek

-”Love...” He started, making me lock my (E/C) orbs into his ghostly green ones. He smiled softly at me, kissing my forehead in attempt to soothe me. With his thumb stroking my cheek, he continued with what he was going to say

-”I know Monaca has the reputation as being....devious, but she changed. I promise,” He assured me. Instead of earning an equally tender smile from his spouse, I tilted my head challengingly at him

-”Oh really?” I asked him, conflicted with what to agree with. On one hand, the idea of me and Nagito having at least a couple of romantic hours alone, getting lost in a lover’s chat, gazing into each other’s eyes as we feast upon our favorite foods together--just the two of us.....it gave me the idea of what I was really craving for....a proper date between me and my husband

-On the other hand, I’ve heard stories that Nagito told me about Monaca. Albeit for a short time, Nagito technically raised the lil’ ultimate Homeroom. She claimed he “made her into an adult” in a way, getting her now known cynical, pessimistic personality from him. However, the reputation she has gotten before that matched the one of a sociopath--manipulative, guileful, sly, and downright disingenuous. There was no way I’d leave my daughter with someone like that

-”Nagito.....you still have contact with her? How can you even be so sure?” I asked him a follow up question, making his gentle smile turn into a light smirk. He began to unlock his phone, as he answered my questions with a calm, yet soothing voice

-”We never talked after she kinda...left. I guess overtime she turned kinda....indifferent, especially due to our different values and beliefs. But it’s safe to say that we grew closer as time went on,” He explained, pressing his phone to his ear. I let out another sigh, but this one carried a softer tone than my previous depressed one

-”Alright. I guess a few hours with Monaca won’t hurt. I’ll inform Hana,” I smiled, pressing a pappy peck onto Nagito’s cheek, as I made my way into Hana’s room. I could’ve sworn I saw a light pink hue dust over Nagito’s cheek before I left the room

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-”You’re his daughter? Geez, I’m sorry,” The green haired girl told the toddler, as she sat down on the couch. The little ballerina frowned, fumbling with a red playing block she was holding in her hands

-It’s been a few minutes since Monaca came to our house and greeted both me and Nagito. She simply just waved at the guy she called her ‘Big brother’ when she was younger. She had a bit more cheerful expression when she saw me, expressing a passionless “Hello (Y/N)” and neutral looking smile. To anyone, it would’ve looked like she couldn’t care less. But to anyone that actually knew Monaca, it was considered showing more emotion that usual

-After we had a brief introduction between Hana and Monaca, we said our goodbyes as me and Nagito made our way to our car. We drove off, the thought of finally having a night-out to ourselves kicking out any worry or concern I had in the back of my mind

-Everything was going to be perfect.........right?

(Third person’s POV)

-”I like Papa’s hope rants. I think they’re interesting!” Hana exclaimed, flashing a toothy grin at her babysitter. Monaca cocked a brow, watching the three year old girl stack her building blocks onto the wooden living room floor. Someone....actually likes his rants about hope and despair?

-”Oh you poor thing. What did that guy do to your innocent mind?” Monaca asked her, snatching the TV remote from the glass coffee table. She flipped through the channels, stopping at the comedy movie, Ballerina. The remote was lazily tossed beside Monaca, hitting the fuzzy material with a low “thud”. Hana’s (E/C) eyes shot up from her blocks, staring at the screen with intensity

-”I guess it makes sense.....spend enough time with that guy...you’d become as cheery as him....creepy even....” The older woman commented under her breath, keeping her gaze on the toddler’s eyes glued to the TV

-”Do you like this movie?” Monaca asked her, making the blond haired girl nod with excitement. She turned back to her with a wide smile on her face

-”Papa and I watch it ALL the time! It in-inspired me to be a ballerina!” She cheered, crawling towards her babysitter. She stopped at her feet, tilting her head up to lock her (E/C) orbs into Monaca’s pickle green ones. The older girl furrowed her brow, but before she could offer the toddler to sit on the couch with her, Hana stood up and tug on Monaca’s dress skirt

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and de-deter--determina--” The pale skinned girl huffed at trying to say the long word, rephrasing her words with easier ones that she understood better

-”Papa always tells me with enough hope and desire, I can make my dreams come true. He says after bad luck and despair, good things will come. Despair never wins, no matter how tough it may seem. Because if it seems very VERY bad at first, it will b-balance out with the good that will come! Now that is where hope comes in! Papa says that--” Before Hana could finish her own adorable hope ramble (another trait she got from her Papa, alongside his hair, love for bagels, admiration for (Y/N), and aloofness), Monaca plugged her ears shut with her hands pressing harshly against them

-”Stop, Stop, STOP! Not another ‘hope this’ ‘despair that’ ramble! Monaca can’t take it!” She grunted in frustration, being reminded of the exact same thing that drove her away in the first place. This made Hana jerk back, biting her lip in regret and humiliation

-”I....I’m sorry, Miss. Monaca. I....I didn’t know Papa annoyed you that much...” She sniffled, failing to stop the tears from breaking the barrier between her brain and eyes. Salty teardrops began to swell in her (E/C) hues, blurring her field of vision. As more tears began to prick, rolling down her pink colored cheeks, the green haired teenager’s mouth formed into a sorrow scorn

-”Hey, I never said that. While.....that is true, there are some things I do like about him,” Monaca crouched down to Hana’s height, resting her arm down to her knee. In the first time in years Monaca’s lips curved into a bright....smile? Smile? Monaca rarely offered a cheerful smile since childhood

-However this uncommon occurrence made Hana sniffle, wiping the flood of watery fluid that poured down from her eyes. She looked up at her babysitter, feeling a soft cloth being applied to her tear stained cheeks. She noticed Monaca was wiping her face with a handkerchief, making the toddler feel even more at ease

-”You....you really mean that? What do you like about Papa?” Hana asked her, a gentle smile forming onto her own small pink mouth. Monaca kept her warm smile, as she lifted Hana from the floor, peaceful putting her on her lap. She tucked her handkerchief back into her dress pocket, turning back to the little girl

-”Well.....your Papa made me into an adult....in a way....I may not like his rambles the way you do, but...it shaped me into who I am today,” She started to elucidated her thought process, intriguing Hana into her explanation even more. This silently hinted the green-haired teenager to keep going, as she quickly thought of what else to say to back up her statement

-”Monaca became...mature and grown-up because of your Papa. He only raised me for a short time, but it was enough for me to know exactly my desires and dreams for the future. Like how that movie you and your Papa watch made you into a ballerina,” She compared her intentions with Hana’s, making the little girl nod understandingly. Before the teen could go on, the toddler interrupted her with a joyous toned question

-”That’s so cool Papa in-inspired you too, Miss. Monaca! What happened after you grew up and left Papa’s care? What exactly did he make you want to do?” She asked. Monaca’s atypical smile was replaced with her usual seldom, bored expression as she truthfully told Hana

-”He made me give up despair and hope all together. It came to the point were one day....I just didn’t know what I wanted anymore. So I decided that I was done with everything and wanted to live in space for a while. It was where I was actually before your Papa called me to watch you,” She let out an exasperated sigh, turning to stare at the floor in disbelief “Remind me to change my phone number once I’m done here, okay kid?” She asked the toddler, making her furrow her brow. However, Hana just flashed her normal optimistic grin and nodded

-”Okay, Miss. Monaca. Now come on! I want to watch the movie! And later let’s play with my blocks together! I’m making a castle!” She shouted with delight and amusement. This just made the regularly cynical girl curve her lips into another infrequent smile, but this time a lot less noticeable. She got on her knees with Hana, playing with her building blocks as the movie kept flashing on the TV screen

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(Y/N’s POV)

-”Thank you for watching her, Monaca! We really appreciate it,” I thanked the now 18 year old girl. Me and Nagito just came home from our dinner and found Hana sound asleep on the couch, one of the couch pillows tucked messily underneath her head, a navy blanket lazily place over her body as it rose up and down from her deep breaths

-”It was no problem at all, (Y/N). Hana is actually....really nice,” Monaca admitted, almost making me choke on my own saliva. Monaca.....expressing positive feelings? I guess she really had changed from her time in space. Monaca turned to Nagito, his arm still wrapped around my waist, stroking my left hip with comfort

-”You have a good one....don’t screw her up,” Was all she said before she made her way out the door. However, Nagito didn’t seem fazed by her subtle insult towards him, as he kept a merry smile on his face--the same one that was a dead ringer of his daughter’s

-”Thank you again!” My husband waved at the green-haired girl, making her stop in her tracks and turn back at us. I cocked my brow, thinking she forgot to tell us something. My thoughts were quickly put to ease, as she began to speak one last time

-”Oh, one more thing. If you ever need a babysitter....please don’t call me. Okay, thanks! See you never!” She waved back at us, making her way out of the house. My skepticism was brushed off by the wave of relief when Monaca didn’t want to come back, in spite of confessing that Hana was a good kid

-My pale skinned husband shut the door softly, not wanting to wake our sleeping daughter from the couch she was passed out on. He lifted her into a princess carry in a mild manner, the blanket still providing her a light heat source. He turned to me, walking towards the bedrooms with me

-”I’ll put our little hope in bed. You go get comfy in our room. You seem a bit tired yourself, my angel,” He told me in a hushed tone. I nodded sleepily, backing up his observation with a fatigued yawn. I gave my sleeping daughter a soft kiss on her temple, as I made my way to mine and Nagito’s shared bedroom. I fumbled with the back off my dress, feeling the cool metal of my dress zipper, peeling it off from my body

-After throwing on one of Nagito’s oversized T shirts and brushing my teeth, my marshmallow haired husband came in our room, throwing his white blazer onto a nearby chair. As he began to strip from his tuxedo, he turned to me, his calm, positive expression never leaving his face

-”See (Y/N)? Everything is fine. We had our date night and Hana was safe and happy,” He informed me, alleviating me even more than I already was when we got home. I nodded in agreement, crawling into our shared bed

-”I know, Naggie. I know. I guess.....I was worried about losing Hana....our Hana....” I disclosed, earning a confused look from Nagito

-”Hm? I’m not sure I follow, (Y/N),” He told me, nodding his head as an unspoken way for me to describe what I was feeling. I sighed, shifting my weight on the bed so I was sitting upright

-”Monaca became....gloomy....depressed....jaded. It’s stupid to worry about this but....I thought if she told Hana her perspective about growing up with you....Hana would become like her...” I turned to Nagito, a seed of worry was blooming onto my face, filling it with trouble “Hana really loves you, Nagito. Your desire to bring hope out....your enthusiasm and passion...I don’t want Hana to lose avidness she got from you,” I reached to stroke his arm. He stayed silent for a while, processing what I just told him. After a few moments of racking his brain, Nagito smiled once again, sitting down with me, stripped to his boxers

-”(Y/N), I’ve only raised Monaca for such a short time. It was on her to leave and abandon the ideas that I raved about. I did nothing but be myself around her. Forget about Monaca, love. Hana is our daughter--our precious flower of hope. As her parents, we’ll support her no matter what she wants to do. But for now...it seems like she wants to bring out the hope that sleep inside of her...” He held me close, bringing me towards his body by my waist. He stroked my arm in a tender manner, resting his cheek on top of my head

-”You really mean that, Naggie?” I asked him, feeling a nod against the crown of my head. He tilted his head down at me, gently kissing my forehead

-”I really do, my sunshine. Besides...” He motioned for me to lay down with, patting the space next to him on the white bedsheets. I snuggled against him, signaling for him to turn off the lights in our room. Before our room was engulfed the the darkness of the night, I could’ve sworn that I saw Nagito’s smile turn into a collected smirk as he held me close

-”You think I’d really help out someone that supported despair?”

#nagito komaeda #nagito komeada kin #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa x y/n #nagito x reader #nagito headcanons #nagito oneshots #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa goodbye despair #monaca towa

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Ancient

Linktober Prompt Day 21/31

Incarnation: Breath of the Wild

Word Count: 2,036

Triggers: None

She was brimming with excitement.

Link couldn’t keep his eyes off of her giddy smile, like at every second she was about to chuckle or laugh. She was absolutely bursting with anticipation.

Until, of course, her smile was out of his sight completely, Zelda rushing forward at the very sight of the Akkala laboratory.

“Come on, slowpoke,” she said, turning around to face Link while still walking backwards up the hill. Link caught a glimpse of her smile before she turned and ran up the hill. It warmed his heart as he continued to walk.

He caught up to her at the door. Her hands were behind her back and her feet were teetering her weight back and forth. Link wondered at how she wasn’t out of breath running up that hill.

“It’s unlocked, you know,” Link said as he came up next to her. “You can go in.”

“As excited as I am, Link, I’m not about to close the door in your face.”

Skies, that smile was ethereal. No wonder she was descended from a literal goddess.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” Link said before looking between her and the door. “Well? Go ahead.”

Zelda bit her lip with a quiet daring in her green eyes, talking two steps forward and knocking on the door.

“Robbie!” A woman exclaimed. “We have guests!”

After only a couple footsteps, the door opened to reveal a middle-aged woman with a neighborly smile. She looked to Zelda first and, not recognizing the Princess in the slightest, focused on Link.

“Why Link!” She exclaimed. “If you’re here to use Cherry, you don’t need to knock. Come on in!”

She stepped aside, Zelda entering first, but very slowly, spinning around and taking in the whole room of messy research that matched so much the inside of her brain. Link perched himself in the open doorway, crossing his arms and feet and leaning against the frame, of course with a smile of adoration towards his Princess.

Before the woman could even inhale to introduce herself, Zelda had rushed towards the Ancient Oven, standing on her knees and studying it with a hand on the head.

“Oh, Miss, I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” the woman said with a step forward. “Robbie isn’t too fond of strangers touching Cherry.”

Zelda turned her head.

“He named it Cherry?”

“Yes,” the woman said, her voice taking on a slight frustration at the reminder. “After his—“

“First love,” Zelda finished, to the woman’s surprise. “I remember.”

Zelda turned her head back to studying the furnace.

“She must have perished in the Calamity,” Zelda said quietly, before her mind started really focusing on the technology. “Remarkable. I was there when he drew it up. I never thought it would actually work, but he must have found a way around the interface incompatibility. Does it really repurpose ancient energy? How did he contain the power of the blue flame? Unless it’s rerouted through the conduits like a guidance stone. But even then, creating an intelligence able to take and receive orders is a feat on its own. I wonder how he managed it considering the margins of error.”

She beamed a smile back at Link.

“This is incredible.”

“Incredible, huh?” She heard a much older voice spout, standing up. “Has my wife finally come around to my precious Cherry?”

He came about to Zelda’s sights, looked up and his jaw dropped.

“Your Highness!” He exclaimed suddenly, his arms extending outwards and making him look like a starfish. “What a surprise! And a miracle! You have no idea how many specs I wanted to run through your brain over the years. I almost took up a sword and rescued you myself!”

“Your Highness?” The woman asked with a step forward.

“Yes!” Robbie said, placing his hands up his hips. “This is none another than Princess Zelda herself. Wrestled from her prison with the Calamity by none other than our Link!”

“I apologize for not recognizing you,” the woman said, shaking hands with Zelda. “The Calamity was long before my time, thirty years before I was born to be exact. My name is Jerrin.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Zelda said.

“If you’re the Princess,” she said. “That means you knew Robbie when he was…what…about twenty?”

Zelda nodded.

“Yes, all of them,” she said. “Purah, Impa, Cherry. We worked closely together on studying sheikah technology.”

“And we’ll be happy to catch you up,” Robbie said. “Although I can’t help but obsess over the fact that you called Cherry incredible. She doesn’t get a lot of appreciation around here.”

“Robbie,” Zelda insisted. “Cherry is absolutely marvelous, how did you…”

They emerged into what Link would describe as incoherent technobabble between the both of them, finishing each other’s sentences and poking and prodding every inch of the ancient oven. Link watched amused as Jerrin sauntered over to him, the words flying completely over his head but Zelda’s smile shooting straight into his heart.

“She’s an interesting one, isn’t she?” Jerrin asked, stopping next to Link. “Not what I would expect of a Princess.”

“No, not at all,” Link said, watching Zelda.

“You saved her from the Calamity but before that, you were her…?”

“Knight attendant,” Link answered, Jerrin nodding.

“Do you know if she plans to rebuild the kingdom?” Jerrin asked.

“I’m not sure,” Link said, finally turning his head. “She mentioned something about it last week but she seems so much happier here in the wild that I wouldn’t be surprised if she just let it be. The people of Hyrule have gotten used to life without a centralized kingdom and although it could help unify it, I think Hyrule can prosper either way with the Calamity now gone. Really, I think it’s up to her as to what she wants her future to be.”

Jerrin nodded.

“And you’ll continue to protect her?” She asked. “Without being sworn to by a standing kingdom?”

Link almost laughed.

“I can’t imagine myself not,” Link said. “I plan to protect her and love her as long as me being by her side makes her happy.”

“That answers my next question,” Jerrin mused before Link felt Zelda grab his arm, pulling him further into the lab and in front of the oven.

“Put something in!” She exclaimed. “I want to see what we can get!”

“All that are available are weapons, Your Highness,” Robbie said. “Link already purchased the guardian armor a while ago.”

Zelda’s head spin to Link was quick.

“What?”

“Oh, right,” Link said, clearly forgetting.

“Are you serious?” She said before taking his hand with both of hers and pressing up against his arm. “Armor made from repurposed guardian parts…how could you keep this from me?”

Link looked into her face with a blushing smile.

“Oh? Did you want to see it?” Link asked teasingly.

Zelda nodded quickly.

“Yes, please.”

Link pecked her lips.

“Okay.”

He stepped a bit away from Zelda, rummaging in his seemingly endless inventory before he realized that Jerrin, Robbie, and Zelda were all staring at him expectantly.

“I know I took my shirt off in here once, but maybe a bit of privacy?”

They quickly realized their error, Robbie returning up the stairs to peer up at the encroaching stars of the approaching night and Jerrin leaving to find a merchant at the nearby stable to collect ingredients for dinner.

Zelda waited outside impatiently for Link to emerge, and it seemed the longest five minutes she had ever experienced. She was even surprised at her lack of patience, keeping Ganon at bay for one hundred long years.

The door opened and her heart quickened, pushing away her immediate thoughts as she really studied him, Link stepping out with a slight spin.

“One guardian-covered significant other ready to be studied.”

“Fascinating,” she breathed, stepping forward. She touched the inactive guardian eye on his helm first. She walked around him, her hand grazing along his shoulder, his back, before she stopped at his left hip, kneeling, her fingertips tracing the orange lines of the greaves.

“How does it do against Guardian attacks?” She asked.

“It isn’t impervious,” Link explained. “But I take less damage. The burns are less severe, barely even showing up. If it hits directly it only burns the armor.”

Zelda nodded.

“Just like they are to each other,” she said. “Their lasers can harm each other, but not as easily as flesh.”

She looked up.

“In an early stage, Robbie mentioned auto-regeneration. Does this have that?”

“Auto regeneration?” Link asked.

“He talked about channeling the type of energy from the Shrine of Resurrection, the energy that healed your injuries. If you took damage, the armor would slowly heal you.”

“No,” Link said with a shake of his head. “Nothing like that.”

Zelda nodded as she sat up.

“Again, the compatibility issue,” she said. “Different types of sheikah technology don’t transfer well without a proper conduit like a guidance stone, to funnel the flame into a different phase of matter. But the Shrine of Resurrection isn’t powered by any flame we could find. To this day, we still don’t know how the ancient Sheikah repurposed the energy to heal wounds.”

Link loved the way she went on and on, happily standing still to prompt it.

“This armor really is amazing,” she said with a chuckle. “I can tell what type of guardian each one of these parts came from, even since they’ve been repurposed.”

Her eyes shifted to the helm, noticing Link’s unrestrained hair.

“I imagine you took out your hair because the ponytail wouldn’t fit under that helm.”

Link nodded.

“It was pretty uncomfortable otherwise.”

Zelda stepped back, placing her finger on her lips. Link expecting her to make another scientific observation with the way her green eyes scanned him.

“That blue fabric underneath is made by the Sheikah, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s pretty tight,” she said with a smile.

What Zelda could see of Link’s face flushed red.

“Turn around again,” Zelda commanded, with a swivel of her finger.

“I thought you were interested in this for research purposes,” Link said as Zelda tipped her head.

“Oh, I am,” she said. “But it just flatters you so well. It’s an added bonus”

“Okay,” Link said turning around. “Now you are just looking at my butt.”

“I got distracted,” Zelda said. “You can pull off anything. Usually you aren’t wearing what I’m studying. I’d never get anything done.”

“I suppose I see what you mean,” Link said. “If I had you along on one of my adventures, I’d lose my head completely. If we had to save Hyrule again, it would end horribly because I’d be so distracted by you.”

“Link,” she said with a smile and shakes of her head. “You say the absolute worst things with the absolute best intentions."

Zelda walked forward and tipped the helm up so she could she his blue eyes.

“Although, I do agree with you that the end of Calamity Ganon being the end of our troubles is a good thing. Nothing lurking, nothing waiting for our death, or for its next move, just us.”

Zelda took off the helm completely before seeing him with his hair down for the first time. She ran her fingers through it slowly as Link’s eyes flitted to her lips. Zelda’s hand stopped itself on the back of his head, clutching his golden locks and bringing his forehead to meet hers. Her other arm was around his neck, with the helm dangling off her fingers

“Kissing me in guardian armor must be…”

“A turn on?” She breathed, finishing his sentence. “Yep.”

She kissed him, only after a couple seconds their heads tilting to let each other in, their mouths opening and their kiss deepening.

Link picked her up with his next breath as they continued, her body pressed up against his as he leaned back, holding her tight. He set her down gently.

“But honestly, Link,” Zelda said breathlessly. “It’s mostly you. Technology or not, I’ll always love you no matter what you wear…or no matter how little you understand my…what did you call it? Technobabble?”

Link nodded.

“And I love you for it."

#linktober #zelink #zelda #link #tloz #botw #the legend of zelda #breath of the wild #breath of the wild 2 #botw 2 #robbie #cherry #jerrin #sheikah #ancient armor

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