#A Beginers Guide to Wooing Your Mate

[anyasathenaeum]

Inexperienced!Choso Thoughts

A/N: I just really want to do [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] and [redacted] [redacted] this guy, okay? Shoutout to the anon who gave me this brainrot about Choso. It incorporates bits of this at the beginning. It's also not a full-blown fic, just some Thoughts™. Warnings: MINORS DNI, AFAB!reader, female terms and body parts are used, mentions of penetrative, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, FOLKS), oral (m receiving), guided/taught masturbation, overstimulation, a tiny hint of accidental roughness, Choso being whiny (WOO!).

Inexperienced!Choso, who has no idea what all the new feelings in his body mean, why his whole body feels like it's on fire whenever he's around you and makes his cock so hard that it hurts. What's he supposed to do about it?

Inexperienced!Choso, who comes to you in the middle of the night, asking for an explanation of what he's feeling when he can't sleep because of the fire that courses through his veins and all the images of you naked and beneath him he has whirling around in his brain.

Inexperienced!Choso, who immediately takes it on board when you explain that his feelings are him being "horny" and indicative of his body wanting to mate with somebody and kindly offer to help him with the discomfort it's causing him

Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up cumming the second your soft hand grips his cock, making him whine and pant loudly as his cock throbs and twitches, his seed coating your hand.

Inexperienced!Choso, who accidentally pushes your head down as you're sucking his cock when he feels another orgasm coming, pushing his cock to the back of your throat as he cums and making you choke a little (he immediately apologized afterwards)

Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up fucking you over and over all night as his whines and moans echo through your room, filling you to the brim with his cum and giving you orgasm after orgasm until your brain and body feel like they're made of jelly and you're unable to move, let alone walk the next day.

Inexperienced!Choso, who overstimulates himself to the point of crying but still continues to thrust into you almost desperately, needing to empty himself into you as much as possible. His body wants nothing but to stay bound to yours, claiming you as his in the only way he knows how.

Inexperienced!Choso, who after that night, decides to be a good boy and do some research about having sex and how to make you feel even better the next time you two have sex because Choso cares about your pleasure.

Inexperienced!Choso, who ends up getting aroused while doing research (aka watching porn), and doesn't know what to do about it. You're not around to help him this time as you're out doing errands, so Choso just tries to ignore it (it doesn't work).

Inexperienced!Choso, who's whining and panting against you the moment you get home, his dick painfully hard and the tent in his boxers painfully obvious as he pulls you against him, his lips pressing against yours as he tries and fails at not grinding his erection against your thigh as he whines, "Please, please, (Y/N), please, help me. Need you. Need you. Please, need you so much it hurts."

Inexperienced!Choso, who listens to you with wide eyes as you ask him why he didn't just masturbate, cocking his head to the side as he repeats unsurely, "Masturbate? What's that?", making your eyes widen in surprise as you realize just how inexperienced Choso really is.

Inexperienced!Choso, whose large hand coated in spit slowly wraps around his cock, making him hiss and his cock twitch almost immediately at the contact. Your much smaller hand wraps around his hand as you lay next to him in his bed, talking him through touching himself and making himself feel good.

Inexperienced!Choso, who sees stars and lets out a loud moan the first time he pumps himself from base to tip, fucking into his hand as you guide him gently, pressing soft kisses to his jaw and neck as he follows your instructions.

Inexperienced!Choso, who's a quick learner and begins to thrust into his hand faster and faster, cries and whines of your name escaping him as your hand continues to rest on his as he fucks into it.

Inexperienced!Choso, who feels his orgasm hit him full force as you mumble the softest and gentlest words of praise in his ear as he touches himself, whispers of "That's a good boy, that's it, Choso, you're doing so well touching yourself like that. Good job," making the loudest cry yet escape his lips as his cock twitches and cum spurts all over his abdomen, painting himself in white.

Inexperienced!Choso, who despite having just cum, pouts softly as he looks as you, tugging on you slightly as he whines, "I don't like that I didn't get to make you feel good, though. That doesn't feel fair."

Inexperienced!Choso, whose eyes widen as you blush and lean back in his bed, spreading your thighs a bit so he can see just how soaked your panties are beneath that dress of yours. Watching Choso get himself off for the first time with your guidance and listening to his noises had your pussy aching for him.

Inexperienced!Choso, who immediately wraps his large hands around your thighs and pulls you down towards him, making you yelp at his sudden display of strength.

Inexperienced!Choso, who presses a gentle kiss to your clothed pussy before he tears your panties clean off of you, making you pout - you really liked that pair. Choso sees your pout and he immediately presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll buy you a new pair. Just... let me make you feel good, first."

Inexperienced!Choso, who despite his eagerness, realizes that he doesn't really know what he's doing, and so he looks up at you from between your thighs, his cheeks beautifully pink as he asks you, "Teach me how to make you feel good?"

[darkwants]

"i figured that i'd start you out in your own room, give you time to be used to being here." time to get used to being around him, ezra meant, but he didn't think he needed to get into that part. he had a plan of giving everly enough space to get comfortable and then wooing her while she settled into her new life. maybe it would have been easier to slot her into the role of mate and everything else he wanted right from the beginning, but ezra had a romantic streak and wanted her to come creeping to him for more because she wanted the attention of her alpha, not because she didn't have any other choice.

placing a hand on everly's back, he saw the lone suitcase and wondered if the rest of her things would be delivered, or if he was meant to replace it all. that hadn't been something covered in the discussion over the arrangement, but it was fine. it would give him an excuse to spoil her and help make sure that she presented herself to his specifications, it was like presenting her as a clean slate. "come on, i'll show you up. this all your things?" grabbing the suitcase, ezra soon returned his hand to her back and started to guide everly up the steps.

"it's a three bedroom house, but only two of them are set up right now. mine's the one at the very end and you're welcome any time you want to come in." to visit, to fuck, that was going to be her call, although ezra was just fine with both of those things happening outside of the bedroom. still, he wasn't rushing her, he was wooing her even if he knew that there were certain expectations that came from a mating agreement like the one they had. they were on a timeline, but he could be generous and give her a few weeks to adjust.

pausing at the top of the steps, ezra reached to open the first door for her and waved her in. "this is your room. pretty plain right now, but it's just temporary." after all, she'd either move into his room soon or move out completely, the bedroom of her own was a limited time courtesy, but ezra wouldn't mind if she kept it as a little craft space or something like that once she was settled in. "we can get you more stuff for it if you want, make sure you're all cozy. doesn't seem like space will be a problem for you."

she had realized her options were very limited when the truth had come out. everly knew that she wasn't prepared. that she hadn't been able to learn about what was coming. instead she had been given a crash course but she doubted that was going to be enough. she knew that her family wanted to be rid of her. that was why they were fine with whatever offer. she had no idea what he would possibly want from her. if he was going to be kind or cruel with her.

his home seemed to be nice from the little that she had explored. it was clear to her that the home was meant for a family. yet it didn't feel like it was the home of someone who had one. she was so incredibly nervous that she wasn't to be what he expected. he had probably always thought about what he wanted as far as an omega. she knew that there were so many that were younger and probably would be far more pleasing. instead he had chosen her and she knew that she wanted to try to make the best of it.

she was frozen when he stepped inside. everly knew that he was likely going to have rules. her hand dropped and she nodded when she realized that he wasn't mad at her for being in the house. his scent was everywhere already but now it was even stronger. she had known he might be older than her but it didn't bother her. especially since he was good looking and she couldn't ignore that. her hand reached up to brush some of her hair away from her face.

"i didn't want to go upstairs until you were here," she admitted," but from what i've seen, it's nice." it was better than the house she that had grown up in. she knew that much and she glanced around," they didn't tell me if you wanted me in a different room then you or in your room?" she knew that it wasn't up to her but she was curious as far as what he intended on them doing. she hadn't even been told what he expected besides what she knew was expected of a mated pair.

[cancerchild]

@sweetfirebird I’m sorry it took so long to get this up, real life kinda exploded in my face for a bit.

This is something I've played with for a while because they sounded amazing and Theo owns my entire heart.

Theo Greenleaf’s Five Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate Mousse filling!

Please note! All traditional baking measurements (cup/tablespoon/teaspoon) used are US measurements. Metric and Imperial volumes are slightly different. 1 US cup = .94 Metric Cup = .83 Imperial Cup. It’s a small difference, but may affect the overall outcome. This is an excellent resource for the different measurements!

A kitchen thermometer is necessary for this recipe!! A stand mixer or handheld mixer is recommended, but not required.

None of this is really complicated, but it is a bit involved. Definitely have a kitchen assistant on standby just in case!

Theo’s Five Chocolate Cupcakes

Ingredients:

1 oz dark chocolate, finely chopped

1 oz bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped

2 oz milk chocolate, finely chopped

1/3 cup (22 grams) cocoa powder

1/3 cup (32 grams) dutch process cocoa powder

1/2 cup (118 ml) boiling water (See note!)

7/8 cup (110 grams, 3/4 cup + 2 TBSP) all-purpose flour

2/3 cup (134 grams) granulated sugar

1/4 cup (50 grams) packed light brown sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/2 cup (113 grams) sour cream or plain yogurt, at room temperature

1/4 cup + 1 tablespoon (74 ml) vegetable/canola oil

2 large eggs, at room temperature

2 large egg yolks, at room temperature

2 teaspoons white vinegar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Note: to further enhance the chocolate flavor, substitute 1/2 cup hot coffee for the water.

Directions:

Preheat oven to 350F (180C, Gas 4). Line a standard 12 cup muffin tin with foil or paper liners.

In a medium size heatproof bowl, combine the chopped chocolates and cocoa powders and pour boiling water* over the mixture. Cover and let stand for 5 minutes. Whisk mixture gently until smooth then set aside to cool.

In a small bowl, whisk together flour, granulated and brown sugars, salt and baking soda.

Whisk sour cream, oil, eggs, egg yolks, vinegar, and vanilla into the cooled chocolate mixture until smooth.

Stir in the flour mixture until smooth, be careful not to over mix.

With a spring-loaded scoop, divide the batter evenly between the prepared muffin cups.

Bake until cupcakes are set and firm to the touch, about 17-19 minutes.

Let cupcakes cool in pan on a wire rack for 10 minutes, then remove from the pan to cool completely, about 1 hour.

Chocolate Mousse Filling

Note: This recipe will make enough for several batches of cupcakes...or the leftovers are great with vanilla wafers or animal crackers!

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups (355ml) heavy whipping cream, cold

4 large eggs*, at room temperature

2 tablespoons superfine sugar (caster sugar)

12 oz (340 grams) dark chocolate (I used dark chocolate chips)

1/4 cup (1/2 US stick OR 56.7 grams) unsalted butter, chopped into small pieces

Note: if you don’t have a double boiler, you can place a heatproof bowl over a sauce pan with about an inch of simmering water.

Directions:

Whip the heavy cream to stiff peaks. Set aside in refrigerator.

Melt chocolate in a double boiler (See note above) and set aside to cool.

*IF YOUR EGGS PASTEURIZED SKIP THIS STEP!* Heat eggs and sugar in a double boiler (See note above) until they reach 140F (60C), stirring the entire time. This will kill any salmonella bacteria.

Whisk the eggs and sugar until very fluffy and thick, or about 10 minutes on high speed in a stand mixer.

Mix the butter into the melted chocolate until fully melted and combined.

Add the chocolate mixture a little bit at a time to the egg mixture, stirring well the entire time to fully incorporate the chocolate. If you use a stand mixer, use the lowest or stir speed and be very careful not to over mix.

Fold in the chilled whipped cream.

To fill the cupcakes:

Core the cupcakes: if you don’t have a cupcake corer, you can use a piping tip, a melon baller, a paring knife, or an apple corer.

Use a piping bag or a small spoon to fill the center.

 Chocolate Buttercream Frosting:

Ingredients:

8 oz (227 grams) bittersweet chocolate

3 cups (375 grams) powdered (icing) sugar, sifted

1/4 cup (21 grams) dark cocoa powder, sifted

8 oz (227 grams) unsalted butter, at room temperature (see note)

1/4 teaspoon fine grain salt

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

2 tablespoons heavy cream

OPTIONAL: edible glitter or luster dust in your favorite color!

Note: Room temperature butter is cool to the touch and about 65°F (18°C). This might be colder than your kitchen. When you press it, your finger will make an indent. Your finger won't sink down into the butter, nor will your finger slide all around.

Note 2: if you don’t have a double boiler, you can place a heatproof bowl over a sauce pan with about an inch of simmering water.

Note 3: a stand mixer or electric handheld mixer makes this recipe easier, but if you don’t have either, a wooden spoon and muscle power will do just as well, but you’ll likely need to mix it longer. Maybe have a kitchen assistant on standby to help out!

Directions:

Melt chocolate in a double boiler (see note 2), then set aside to cool to 95-100F (approx 35C).

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment or a handheld electric mixer with the beater attachments (see note 3), add the powdered sugar, cocoa powder, and butter. Mix on lowest speed (to prevent a powdery explosion) until well blended, then increase the speed to medium and beat for another 3 minutes.

Add the salt, vanilla, cream, and cooled melted chocolate to the mixer bowl and beat on medium for 2 minutes or until light and fluffy.

Use your favorite piping tip or spread with a frosting knife evenly over the filled cupcakes.

For extra magical cupcakes, add a light dusting of edible glitter or luster dust over the top of the frosting!

[blues824]

Hello, may i request Diasomnia with Navier!reader? How would they react to her being a former Empress? Her intelligent? Her kindness despise acting like an ice queen all the time? Her dating Malleus? Thank you.

Female Reader.

Malleus Draconia

Upon finding out that you were an Empress, he understood why you acted so regal even in informal situations. To be fair, he also acted like that a lot. As a result of your royal auras, you both go perfectly hand-in-hand… or arm-in-arm as he loves walking beside you.

He acts exactly like Heinrey. He may look completely different, but he still has that golden retriever energy that we all know and love. Malleus desires to be in your presence at all times, and will fight anyone who tries to take you away. It might be from his draconic instincts to protect his mate, now that I think about it.

There are times where he feels that he is not able to give you the life that he feels you deserve. If you were to marry him, you would only be a Queen rather than an Empress. However, you wouldn’t have as many responsibilities, nor the worry that he would find another woman and take her on as a concubine.

Your intelligence and kindness are something that he admires a lot, as they are qualities befitting a Queen. Plus, with your experience there is no way that the people of Briar Valley wouldn’t accept you as his co-ruler. 

His grandmother already loves you because you remind her of herself. Looks may be deceiving, as you both are perceived as cold and harsh upon first glance. However, if someone really got to know you (Malleus), they are able to see the person within. So, you are accepted by the current Queen as her grandson’s future wife.

Lilia Vanrouge

Bro really said finally when he saw his ‘son’ walk into the dormitory with a lovesick grin and a sigh leaving his lips. He has been waiting for centuries to see that look on Malleus’s face, and he wants to know every detail. He didn’t expect for the person the Prince was in love with to be you, but he thought it was better to be you than anybody else.

Since he wants to ensure the future of the Kingdom, he will give the dragon fae some human courting tips so that he can woo you. Of course, this is after the ex-general learns more about you. You apparently liked dancing, and you were curious about the Housewarden of Diasomnia, so this looked very promising.

When he finds out that the two of you began courting, he is ecstatic. He immediately writes a letter to Her Majesty back in Briar Valley, giving the Queen an update on her grandson so that she isn’t left in the dark. As he’s writing, though, he begins to realize that you are exactly like Queen Maleficia.

Not only were you known for your ‘cold beauty’, but you were actually kind to the people you considered your friends and allies. In addition to that, you were intelligent and experienced in a leading role, as you were the former Empress of the Empire that you co-ruled with your ex-husband

Lilia acts as a guide for you in Twisted Wonderland, and almost like a grandfather figure. You go to him whenever you have any questions, and he will answer you to the best of his ability. But, since we are talking about the Lilia Vanrouge, don’t be surprised if he plays a small prank on you from time to time.

Silver 

He is wide awake when he hears that the young master has found a partner. He thought that Malleus was going to remain maidenless for the rest of his long life, but he apparently thought wrong. When he learns more about you, he’s starting to wonder if they were playing a prank on him.

However, when he first met you, he was convinced that this wasn’t a prank that his father was pulling. All of this was actually legit. It didn’t take a genius to find out that you were royalty, considering you held your head up high and held a great poker face.

But, you were also kind and smart, and it again reminded him of the current Queen. It was no wonder why the Prince loved you so much. You both were absolutely perfect for each other. So, you can guarantee that Silver is in full support of this. 

What he didn’t expect was you already being divorced from someone. Not just that, but you were divorced from an Emperor, which meant that you used to be an Empress. It all started to make sense to the second year knight. Not only did you have the qualities fit for a Queen, you had the sense fit for an Empress.

It did make him wonder if the Briar Valley in its current state would be enough to become an Empire. It’s not as though it would happen, as it would mean that it was declaring too much power from the other Kingdoms/Queendoms. The Valley did have a few different lands, though.

Sebek Zigvolt

He was actually in full support of this, believe it or not. Just one glance at you and he was already bowing down to you like you were already the Queen of the Valley. You intimidated him because of your icy glare, but he eventually got to know you better with how much time you spend at Diasomnia.

Oh, yeah. You spent the majority of your free time with your lover, and this did tick off Sebek a little bit. However, it wasn’t like he could do much about it. He was a bit too busy handling school, the equestrian club, training as a knight, making time to read novels, etc. He did appreciate how you would make sure that he didn’t over-exert himself.

When he found out that you used to be an Empress through marriage, but you got divorced, he was surprised. He thought you looked so young, maybe a little older than him. Come to find out that you were already divorced from somebody. But, he took the time to hear the whole story and it all made sense. 

If he’s being honest, he does get annoyed with how much Waka-sama talks about you. He’s worried about you becoming a distraction to the young master. However, you step in and remind Malleus that he has duties to fulfill, and you even offer to help, which Sebek finds admirable. One time, you complimented his dedication to serving Malleus, and he just went stiff. He let out a strained ‘thank you’, and his face started going red. In his mind, he’s just screaming about how the future Queen of Briar Valley just complimented him. He almost passes out, but it’s all good.

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 3: Two Jobs

A week in the house turned into three weeks. The end of the third week was also the end of your first week of work. You got your foot in the door at a firm not too far from where Sabo worked, and your job was just some basic data analytics. The pay was decent, and the hours were stable, so you managed to get yourself set up as the de facto cook for the house.

You were the only one with a set start and end time, so it was easiest for you to plan meals and prep for everyone else. You’d bought a lot of bento boxes and thermoses so you could start organizing things, and even out some nutrition for the others. Sabo did the laundry, and Ace and Luffy kept the house clean.

So far it was working out well, and you all managed to get time off Friday evening and were currently celebrating.

All Blue was a jazzy bar and restaurant that was run by another of Luffy’s friends. You were fairly certain the young man was simply friends with the entire city at this point, and Ace and Sabo couldn’t disagree. Sanji was a phenomenal cook according to all three boys, and had decent taste in music as far as you were concerned. The vibe of the venue was also on point, as there were well organized and maintained aquariums built into the bar, walls, and ceiling in a few places.

Sanji came to the table to bring your meals.

“Ah, the mysterious sister!” He says, setting down plates with grace and skill. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to the All Blue!”

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” you say, just loud enough to be heard over the live jazz band. They weren’t playing too loud – it would probably harm the fish – but it was loud enough to make you raise your voice a little. “Your restaurant is beautiful, Mr. Sanji!”

“Not nearly as beautiful as some of my customers.” He replies with an easy smile. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but Sanji shifts his attention to the rest of the table. “Luffy said you were celebrating?”

“(Y/N) has survived a week at her job,” Luffy says, putting his hands up in victory.

“She’s also survived three weeks with us.” Ace adds before taking a drink.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful customer.” Sanji says with a wide smile. He bows with a little flourish. “May you enjoy your celebration, Miss. Please enjoy the food.”

“I’m sure I will, thank you.” You reply as he walks away. You turn toward Sabo. “The way you talked about him I expected him to be a lot more cringey and a lot less smooth.”

“Three years ago, he was awful.” Sabo assures you. “Then he finally settled down, and I guess he settled down in other ways too.”

“Oh, did he find his soul mate or something?” You ask.

Ace grabs your shoulder and guides your gaze toward the bar. “See the bartender?”

Your eyes go a little wide. “Yeah.” A young woman was behind the bar with long dark brown hair and a feisty countenance. She was maybe a little shorter than Luffy and had an easy smile. She was laughing with some patrons, when Sanji walked by and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

“That’s the fiancé.” Ace explains. “The one person in the New World who managed to settle Sanji.”

“Well.” You lean back and begin to dig into your main course. The appetizers had been delicious and had been brought out by someone who wasn’t the bartender or Sanji. “Did Sanji have this place before or after they got together?”

“After. It was part of their agreement.” Luffy answers.

“Agreement?”

“She made him woo her for a year, and in that time, they got everything for this place sorted.” Ace explains.

“Made him?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Sanji wanted to get married the day they confessed to one another.” Sabo clarified, and you nearly choke on your food.

After a drink of water, you turn toward Sabo in disbelief. “That’s a tad fast, yes?”

“They’d known each other for a few years by that point.” He offers. You can tell from his smile that he agrees with you though. “I think he said something about being a fool for taking so long to notice. Lyn’s lovely, when they’re a little less busy we’ll introduce you.”

“He didn’t want to waste any more time.” Luffy says, and you notice he’s already cleared his plate. You’re not sure what to say about any of it, but before you can speak, Sanji’s already come over with another plate of what Luffy ordered. He sets it down in front of the young man with little more than a “here you go”, and then was back off toward the kitchen.

“… How many times is he going to do that?” You ask.

“At least two more times.” Ace answers. “Sanji’s the only person who can feed Luffy to full.”

“Luffy can be full?” You ask the question without thinking and the table breaks out into laughter – Luffy included.

The four of you continue to eat, and sure enough Sanji brings three more plates for Luffy by the end of it. He doesn’t hang around to talk, but the All Blue is packed to the gills, so you’re sure he’s very busy. It was probably more time than he had to spare to bring the dishes to your table in the first place.

By the end of your meal, Luffy was full, you and Ace were a little toasted after a small drinking contest, and Sabo was sober, but smiling. He wasn’t smiling that tight, concerned smile he gets when he’s irritated either, so you knew he was having fun.

“This was quite the celebration, thank you.” You say, leaning your head against Sabo’s shoulder for a moment. “I wish we could’ve done something more exciting.”

“What’s a proper lady like you consider exciting?” Ace teases. He’d been calling you a proper lady since before the drinking contest, and the wide smile on his face assured you he meant it kindly.

You right yourself, sitting up before you wiggle a little to the jazz music. “It would’ve been fun to go dancing, or camping maybe. Something new would’ve been nice.”

“You’ve… never been camping?” Ace and Luffy ask at the same time.

You shake your head. “Too risky, and I was taught how to dance, but I don’t do it often.” You can feel yourself sobering up, but you manage to keep your tone light. “I slept for 14 hours a day for three days after the move, if we went dancing tonight, I’d sleep my Saturday away, and unfortunately I have an obligation tomorrow.”

The word obligation dripped from your mouth like it was covered in poison and oil. You couldn’t help but nearly spit the frustrating phrase from your lips.

Sabo sighs and rolls his eyes. “Did she do it already?”

You sigh. “Yeah, mother set me up on a coffee date tomorrow.”

“You haven’t been graduated a month!” Sabo seems even angrier than you feel.

“She said I should be grateful she waited until I had graduated.” You say, mimicking your mother’s affect. “I wanted to tell you before the celebration, but we all kind of showed up here and I didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

“You don’t have to worry about that with us.” Ace says, giving you an easy smile, and yanking Luffy over with him. “We’ll always cheer you back up!”

Luffy smiles at you, that wide smile he has. “Yeah! You can say what you need to!” He asserts, putting his arms up as Sabo nudges you a little.

“Ah, you’re all too much.” You tighten your lips and do your best to smile. “I hadn’t imagined the best part of moving in with my brother would be support from his brothers.”

All three of them smile for a moment before Sabo’s face drops. “Hey – wait a minute!”

Your laugh rings out at your brother’s displeasure, and you’re trying to console him, but you keep breaking into giggles instead. You don’t see the expression on Ace’s face, but Sabo does.

. . . . . .

Saturday morning you woke up and went through your routine. Showered and dressed, you made your way downstairs and started making breakfast. The boys wouldn’t be up for another hour and that gave you plenty of time to prep all the ingredients and make some snack boxes in case anyone had to go into work today. It was easier to just assume they would have to, than to assume they’d be staying at home.

Sabo came down first. He was already dressed for work, so you knew he was going in.

“Mornin’ sister dear.” He greeted you with a lazy smile, brushing his still damp hair from his face. “I shouldn’t be in for too long today, I can pick you up from the café if you want?” He offers.

You shake your head. “I don’t want to risk offending mother just yet.” You say, plating him up some food as he sat at the breakfast bar. “If whoever this is complains about my dear brother interrupting us, she’ll be a headache and a half.”

“Mm, fair. Still, please do call if he’s out of line.” Sabo says, turning his small breakfast into a sandwich by piling it all between two slices of toast. “I’ll even leave the office to help.”

“Of course.” You say with a smile.

Sabo finishes his breakfast and heads out, giving you a small hug before he leaves. A few minutes later Ace and Luffy wander into the kitchen. Luffy is dressed, barely, but well enough, and Ace is in shorts. You’ve adjusted a bit to seeing the two barely clothed, but a topless Ace is a small treat first thing in the morning.

“Work for Luffy, but not for you?” You question, setting plates in front of both of them.

“Meeennng-hurgh.” Luffy makes a weird noise as he begins to eat his breakfast. “Long EMT shift today.” He says. He doesn’t seem to be whining about the shift, more that he’s up so early.

Ace begins to eat too. “On-call.” He says between bites, reaching over the bar and putting a few extra bits of food onto Luffy’s plate automatically. “When’s your second job start today?”

You tilt your head for a second before the light dawns. Keeping your mother happy was enough of an energy drain, calling it a second job was valid. “Coffee’s at 11am. I was going to have a light breakfast and grab a taxi around 10:30.”

“If you need someone to come get you-.” Ace starts, but you’re already smiling.

“Sabo offered earlier too.” You explain. “I’ll be fine. If someone comes to my rescue and he complains to mother it’ll be an issue. But if he’s truly rude, I’ll just make a scene in the café.” You say with a smile. “Then I’ll call my mom and head off anyone else trying to control the story.”

“Sounds like a headache.” Ace grumbles.

You stretch before replying. “It is.” You admit taking a couple bites of food before continuing. “Nobles, Royals, Celestials – it’s all a big pain in the ass. I’m almost glad Sabo and I are nobles, and not any higher up the line.”

You take a few more bites and frown. “It’d be best if we weren’t even nobles.”

“I’m glad you two are!” Luffy says brightly. He’s finished eating his first plate and is wide awake. You slide a second plate over, tilting your head a little. “Sabo found Ace and I because he was Sabo, and you’re here cause you’re you.” Luffy takes a few big bites as you start to realize his point. “If you weren’t who you were, you might not’ve ended up me an’ Ace’s nakama!”

You glance over at Ace with a smile, catching his gaze unintentionally, and look back over to Luffy before continuing. “A small price to pay, I guess. Thank you Luffy.”

Luffy nods as he cleans his plate. “If you don’t like being a noble so much, why not quit?”

“It’s not impossible.” You say, gathering three bento boxes and tying them together. “But it’s a long process. I have to prove personal independence first, or provide mitigating circumstances. One of the reasons Sabo decided to become a lawyer was to make sure we could both break off clean as soon as possible.

“The short version is that someone has to sign off on my declaration. I can’t just declare it.”

“… Why?” Luffy asks, tilting his head. “Can’t you just decide?”

You let out a sigh. “Luffy, she can’t just-.”

“Ah, it’s okay Ace.” You interrupt. You purse your lips together and look back to Luffy. You know what you’re going to say will upset him, but you’re trying to sort out how to soften the blow. “Noble blood is considered a commodity. There are few Celestials, a few more Royals than Celestials, and a lot more nobles than Celestials and Royals.”

You grimace a little and sigh again but continue. “The system is such that inbreeding can be avoided among the Celestials and Royals by utilizing the larger pool of nobles. We’re, effectively, acceptable commoners, in the grand scheme of it all. But because of that it’s difficult to renounce one’s title.

“Sterry, for an example, is the son of a couple of criminals. Not that that would ever become public knowledge, but his parents were nobles. Instead of losing out on the potential, they allowed him and his sister to be adopted. Separately, mind you. I don’t even know if Sterry knows.”

“Why separate them?” Ace questions.

You crinkle your nose a little, waving your hand a bit. “It… spreads the impact.”

“That’s gross.” Luffy says, his face crinkled in an emotion somewhere between distaste and anger.

“It is.” You agree. “So we have to cut ties correctly. Until then, we have to play the game, at least minimally. Which means I accept the dates my mother sets up for me.”

Luffy makes a face, and you can see the internal struggle cross his features. It makes you feel better, honestly, having such a kind person like him in your proverbial corner. Somewhere in the back of your mind you can clearly imagine Luffy and Ace setting the noble district ablaze to rescue you.

Perhaps they would do so if you simply asked them to.

Help me be free.

You keep your thoughts to yourself for now, and tense a little as Luffy gives you a hug suddenly. You return the gesture and he steps back, the gaze he levels at you is almost uncomfortable - it’s like he’s reading your very soul for a moment.

“Okay!” He nods, but you’re not sure what’s going through his mind. “I gotta go, have a good day!”

He gives you both a wave and dashes out of the house. You tilt your head and look over at Ace who only shrugs.

“He’s not going to, um, do anything rash, is he?”

Ace almost chokes on his food before laughing. “He might want to,” he admits. “But Luff won’t start a revolution unless you ask him, and Sabo lets him.”

“… the way you say that makes me nervous.” You sit back down across from Ace and continue eating your breakfast.

“How so?”

“Like… you’d join him, not stop him.” You say it with a smile, but when you see the look on his face your breath catches. “I-.” You stop, unsure of what to say. For some reason you almost want to apologize, or let him. Let him and Luffy just do it. Just level your parents’ home, rock the world, rage against it, set it on fire and force it to change.

It’s an absolutely insane train of thought, but some part of you is compelled to believe it would be possible.

Ace finishes eating. “Call me if he steps out of line.” He says, ruffling your hair a little as he walks back to his room.

[teeth-farie]

Kinktober Day 8: A/B/O

Lucifer/AMAB Reader

☞. . . Writing for the abo dynamic was actually pretty fun!

Never before has Lucifer taken a mate. In all his years of life (and there are many), he’s never settled, he’s never found an alpha that would treat him as their equal instead of a subservient breeding machine. He got by just fine without one, he got by without people thinking he was an omega.

But then, like everything that’s happened as of late, you came into the equation. Your scent was unknowingly strong, pouring from you like decadent ambrosia. It had his brothers drooling over themselves like mutts—but he was better than that, he was better than them. Perhaps that’s why he began to woo you, a subtle scent like sweet cologne emanating from his pores. You took the bait. He always knew you would.

It’s his first heat in centuries. The urge to nest comes quickly, his body flushing and preparing for a breed, the possibility of a pup. You’re not dumb, you know what he’s doing. You’ve begun to wait, watching as the nest gets bigger and bigger each day, as his smell gets stronger, as his resolve begins to crumble. And when it shatters, you’re in the nest with him.

It’s the first you’ve seen him fully nude, long legged and svelte bodied. His shoulders are broad, hips narrow, and you can practically fit your hands around his waist, as intoxicating as a thought that is. “Just do it already,” Lucifer gasps, smothering down the building pleas crawling up his throat. He’s wet and throbbing, soaking the nest below. He needs to be filled, he needs you to claim him. Lucifer watches you undress like a hawk, mouth watering at every inch of flesh exposing. Your cock is hard between your legs, and he clenches down on nothing in his desperation.

“Just, just put it in, don’t mess around.” He instructs, clinging onto a shred of control. You indulge him, grabbing under his knees and laying them over your hips. You guide yourself in his wet heat, a mutual groan of delight. “So tight, have you really never done this before?”

His legs tighten around your waist, holding you in. “Sh-shut uppp,” Lucifer's voice cracks with your first thrust, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull. Everything feels right, how it’s supposed to be, what he’s supposed to do.

Lucifer loops his arms around your neck, tugging you down. He doesn’t care for niceties or maintaining his image anymore, not now when you’re balls deep in his dripping hole. Really, it’d be silly to try, wouldn’t it?

You chuckle softly, resting your heated face against the crook of his neck, slowly humping into him. The urge to bite is strong, to sink your teeth into the junction of his clavicle and throat. You resist, you know your limits. Instead you kiss, planting hot wet kisses against his scent gland in a vain attempt to soothe your instinct.

He’s thoroughly soaked, a disgusting squelch of his arousal coating your dick and sliding down the crease of his ass. It’s obscene, the way his mind spins and his own instincts urge for him to suck you in, to milk you dry, to be bred and fucked full. His heels dig into your tailbone, head leaning back. You start to move faster, thrust into him harder until his body is jumping with the force behind your hips. He’s warm and wet and addicting. It’s driving you crazy.

Lucifer moans, loud and vulnerable as you ram into his prostate, clenching his teeth together, fangs pricking into his lips. You feel your knot begin to swell, bumping against his swollen hole with every thrust. “Knot me, do it, do it,” his hand clutches the back of your neck, nails digging into the nape with his possessivity, holding your face in his neck. You groan, pressing your swollen knot against his hole, slowly pushing in. Lucifer's legs shake, toes curling as you push in to its widest, the rest sucking itself in. It’s in, weighty against his walls and oh so full.

You’re only able to grind against him now, but it’s pressed right where he needs it to, squishing his prostate until a steady dribble of pre leaks from his cock. “Bite me,” he grunts, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure?” You try to lift your head, to make eye contact, but Lucifer firmly keeps your head in place. “Yes,” is all the confirmation you need. You lick over his gland, mouth watering as you open your mouth and press your teeth against his flesh. You lock your jaw, your teeth cutting in deep and aching.

Lucifer muffled his screech, cum spurting against his stomach. He’s been marked, he’s yours. The thought makes his head fuzzy and chest warm. The clenching brings you over the edge. Spilling your load deep into him. It leaves you both panting, still locked together like perfect puzzle pieces.

“You were right,” Lucifer begins, breathing heavy. “This was my first, you’re my first.” He says with a certain kind of tenderness. It fills you with pride that he can feel radiating off of you. You grin, just as sweaty and exhausted as him. “Mm, my mate, my Lucifer.” You sigh, a dopey little grin on your face. “My mate, my human.” He echoes, wearing the same smile.

[strawb3rryw00]

Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

[katsukikitten]

Aight yall know the rules. 18 PLUS. Minor DNI, this was written for and helped to be dreamed up by @kingkatsuki who is always down to simp over Bakugou with me. Drummer!Bakugou x kindagroupy fem reader. Warnings include lots of smut and impact play. 💋🐱

Welts and bruises were hardly seen beneath the black swirling ink that snaked from a thick wrist all the way up a banded arm to nestle itself just barely over a normally guarded heart. Your fingers grip at drumsticks as you look over a certain hot head, unsure of your relationship status other than the fact that he used you to bring himself down from the height of the show. 

Just like he did a month ago at a meet and greet. Glaring at your stupid rare band shirt that featured him instead of his band mates. "No one gives a fuck about the drummer. It's why I'm the fucking drummer so I don't have to deal with mindless extras."  

To be honest it was his first time seeing that shirt since production, signing all 70 in existence half heartedly. You recall how agitated he was, obviously forced to this meet and greet when normally there were rumors that he never shows. He twirls his drumstick in his large fingers to keep from exploding as Kirishima, Jiro and Denki entertain the snobby VIPs. You had been lucky enough to win your ticket in a radio drawing and even though Bakugou wasn't talking much, not that you expected him too, it was nice to be there. 

Nice to have his garnet gaze cutting into your skin even if it was just harsh glares. It takes Kirishima a minute to figure out just why Bakugou hasn't left yet. His own glistening rubies roaming the small group of five until they land on you. The devil settles himself in Kirshima's skin as he stands, a rare and cocky smirk adornes his lips. He sits next to you, practically on top of you and your cheeks flush from the closeness of your second favorite band mate. You can smell the linger sweat from the show, musk and dark pine needles tickle your nose as you swallow desire whole. Choking just a bit as he leans closer. His calloused digits finger the hem of your shirt, pulling it away from your body a bit to inspect it more closely. 

"Ah, that's a sight to see." He chuckles, eyeing the shirt that has a shirtless Bakugou in action, sticks raised as he sits over his precious drum set, "This is from one of our first real gigs." 

"I know. The drumming interlude while Jiro rested her strained voice was so energizing. After that amazing show I had to buy a t-shirt of my favorite member! But they didn't have any at the show. It was hard finding this." Suddenly Bakugou's gaze becomes too much, leaving you feeling hot and bothered as the room seemed to smell like spiced caramel. What little ease you felt by Kirishima was devoured by the brooding blonde sitting on his throne of well worn leather. Gulping, you turn to face Kirishima a bit more as he chuckles again. 

"You don't want sour puss as your favorite. How about I make you a deal huh?" The room goes a little quiet as the other VIPs feign interest to hear. After a moment you nod a bit nervously fighting to keep your gaze on Kirishima. Meanwhile Bakugou tongues his lip ring with irritation.

"Why don't we trade shirts? I'll give you mine for yours?" He says, large hand gripping at the fabric at the nape of his neck. Pulling it off in one swift motion, setting it gently in your hands. The fabric a bit damp from the show, tingling pine masks your senses as you grip at the black fabric. 

Would it be rude to turn down a rock star? 

Just as you're about to find out the blonde stands, all eyes wide and set on his godly figure. His abs peeking out from beneath his infamous sleeveless and tattered black denim vest. 

The same one you wore now. You remember how he dragged you from the room and showed you just exactly who your favorite band member. Not knowing he played right into Kirishima's hand. 

Even now he still gets possessive when Kirishima comes too close. Pushing the guitarist and side vocals harshly away as Bakugou comes to close to you, cornering you against a sidewall backstage. 

"Hey Brat. Are you flirting with fire engine again?" His face says pissed but his tone is all tease. He nips at your ear before gripping your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. He licks a stripe up the column relishing how you taste before leaving a gasp inducing bite. Pink indents and a beautiful bruise bloom in his wake. Absentmindedly his thumb swipes over the mark gently. 

"Did you hurt yourself Suki?" You ask softly, hands having discovered just how raised those welts were. He watches the worry stain your features, pulling your bottom lip into a delightful pout. He leans down to your face, pulling at the jutting lip and giving it a small bite. Your skin erupts in heat, surging through your body until it settles in between your legs.  He pulls back, giving you his signature arrogant smirk. 

"Oi, don't get so worked up Princess. I'll show you how I got them after this set." He takes the drumsticks from your grip giving you a final, searing kiss before he makes his way on stage. Always the first to get the crowd hyped up as everyone else got situated. 

Anyone who had seen the same set of songs performed twice weekly for a month might have used the word bored to describe how they were feeling as they waited for the band to finish. 

But you were not like most people, see these 90 minutes that sometimes stretched into two hours was equivalent to a strip tease for you. Always having to shift your weight with the passing of each song, trying to get some friction for the heat that he caused at your core. His ash blonde hair would become darker, losing his spiky nature as it drooped from the weight of caramel scented bliss, the stands sticking to his skin causing him to push it back, exposing his forehead. His black shirt would darken as well, agitating the hot head as it clung to his muscles, sticking to skin and trying to throw off his rhythm. Between a song he places one of his drumsticks in his mouth, letting his large hand tear at the shirt until he can shed it off as if it were a second skin. 

The crowd always roars with excitement as the camera zooms in on him. On his dark eyes and glistening pecs. The ink of his arms and just barely over his pectorals sends a jolt of electricity through you, mouth salivating as you remember them hovering over you the night before. 

You clench around nothing, underwear becoming uncomfortable in your pleated skirt as you pull the well worn denim closer to you as you wait. 

Finally the show ends with Jiro giving all of her love to the crowd, to Kirishima and Denki rifting notes off of corded strings as Bakugou guides them with his ever steady beat. Slamming onto the symbols, foot bass and the drums, sweat flying from him as he moves. 

"Until we meet again!" They scream and the crowd echoes back their famous saying. 

Bakugou practically runs off stage, damp with caramel bliss as he rushes to you. Hunched over so he can scoop you up, giving you a twirl as he hoisted you into the air. Banded arms resting under your ass. 

"Did you see me out there, kitten?" His voice is rasped as he pants, laced in rare and genuine excitement. His skin sticking to your skirt and shirt as he brings you down to your black converse. He kisses you hungrily, gasping between kisses trying to catch his breath as he clings onto you with shaking fingers. 

"I'm always watching, king." You reply between swipes of his tongue. 

"Skipping the meet and greet again Bakugou? Manager Todoroki won't be happy." Kirishima comments, his voice softer than normal, his own dyed hair sticking to his skin. 

"Fuck him. It's an hour from now anyway dick head. I'll be in later." Bakugou growls back, as you push hair from his face to better see his eyes and his forehead. He lifts your giggling form again as he takes you back to his room. 

Neither of you hear Kirishima's comment to Jiro. 

"Have you ever seen him so in love?" 

The darkness of the room and the smell of you are soothing to Bakugou, his body still a live wire from the show as he tries to get a second wind so he can please you. He knows what his performance does to you, having come back to you soaking through your panties. Just as you were now, still his endurance was tested this week with three shows in a row. 

"Maybe you should-" 

"No." It comes out as a growl as he slowly begins to strip you of your clothes. Leaving you in nothing but his favorite skirt, he pushes you to lean over the futon, flipping up your skirt so he can see your bare sex. 

"God you're such a dirty slut." He sees your sex and thighs glistening with your slick, he lets his fingers collect your essence before swirling over that sensitive bud. 

"F...fuck Katuski." You cry out, hips bucking against him already before he leans over your body, his hard on poking your through his black jeans. 

"Still wanna see how I got these bruises baby?" He pants, even fingering you was taking effort but he wanted, needed to see you panting, begging beneath him. 

"Y..yes yes please!" His fingers still working as he's pressed against you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you see stars. Shaking beneath him as he puts you through two more. Slick pulling away from your sex in strings causing him to lick his fingers dry, holding eye contact with you as you shudder. 

Eye liner already starting to smudge as your mouth falls open into a mewl. He reaches for the wooden sticks in his back pocket. He removes one, the stick nicked and scuffed in various spots from the intensity of tonight's show.  He rubs your ass with his large palm before letting a harsh smack land on your supple cheek. Repeating the process until your cheeks glowed bright red. He lets the smooth wood run across your burning ass before he tests it with a light whack. Trying to remember how it felt against his own skin wanting to keep the damage at a minimum.  The precise impact causes you to jolt and whine. 

"More, I need more." You cry again and again as he let's the wood impact on your tender cheeks. Alternating sides while rubbing where he just hit  

"Yea? Such a greedy slut." Getting lost in your begging he brings down the drumstick a little too harshly, his mind hazed from the lingering show and from the pull of you. The stick snaps in half causing a bruising welt to rise at an alarming rate. Growling he tosses the stick aside, coming down to kiss and bite at your ass tenderly. You push your hips in the air. 

"Katsuki, baby. Please, please fuck me." You beg as tears fall down your perfect cheeks. 

"Fine, but." He pants slowly freeing himself as he lets the head of his cock stretch your sentence, "But only to cockwarm." 

"Noooo!" You whine, squirming as he plunges himself into your velvety walls, already setting a slow pace just to feel you clench against him if anything. 

"Please, please King. I want more. I need you to fill me, Katsuki, please." 

"I'll fucking give it to you brat." He snaps, the sight of you was too much.  Peering over your shoulder, eye liner smeared, hair sticking to your face as your mouth formed that perfect O. He throws caution to the wind and gives in to instinct, to you. 

He sets a harsh pace, his body shaking from exertion as he pounds into you with sloppy haste. Being much more vocal than usual as he grunts and groans allowing your tight cunt to pull him in. The sounds of your arousal echoes through the room as your feet come off the floor, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou to keep him close. Slowly you become limp letting him fuck into you before tensing as he hits that damned spongy spot. Causing stars to catch in your vision and the sounds of his groaning send you over the edge. 

"I'm gonna-" But you never finish it as a scream rips up your throat causing your voice to go hoarse. Your spasming cunt sends the hot head into a groaning tangent. His hips pistons into your soaking heat sloppily before they stutter. His hands gripping at your hips, body shaking the way yours normally does after a heavy session. He pants your walls in ropes of delicious hot cum, the action causing you to whimper.

In what feels like too a short time to Bakugou but the perfect amount to you, he withdrawals from you. Watching you twitch as his seed slips out. Gently he pushes it back in, before gathering some on his digits determined to make you cum a few more times until he is ready to go again.

Bucking and crying trying to squeeze your thighs to shut him away but he spreads you out until his fingers pull something special from you. Body so tense that if touched wrong you might shatter. 

And shatter you do as a silent scream escapes your lips, a clear liquid squirting onto his inky arm and black clothes.

"Ah, kitten I wanted you to squirt on my cock." He coos, rubbing slow sensual circles to bring you down slowly. Rubbing your ass, sure to check on your battered cheek, damning himself for losing control. He lifts you up, turning you to face him as you cling to him, arms crushing him to your smaller frame. 

"You okay Princess?" He asks, peppering kisses atop your head causing tears to burn your eyes. You choke out the question you had been meaning to ask since that first night. 

"What am I to you?" Your voice shakes as badly as your body, as if you were freezing from a chill. He tenses beneath you and you think you've crossed the line. Before you can backtrack he pushes you away from him to grab your chin. Leveling your face to his as he stares into your soul. 

"My fucking everything." He growls out, voice worn from overuse, "How else can I show you?" 

His thumb wipes away a few stray tears as you process what he has said. 

"I gave you my lucky vest didn't I?" You giggle at his question, nodding in agreement. He pulls you into a hug, eyes glaring at the clock. 

"Stay." He commands rushing to the sink to dampen a rag in warm water. He starts with your face, clearing it of the black eye liner. Slowly making his way down your body until he gets to your sticky sex. Wiping away his essence and yours before pressing a soft kiss to your hair line. He tosses the rag into the sink and rummages through your duffle bag returning with the shirt that started it all. A kiss is pressed to the black fabric before he slips over your head, sliding his lucky vest onto your strong shoulders before he adjusts your skirt. Twirling you in a mock dance to check for stains on your skirt, when he sees none he dresses himself pressing a water into your hand. You bite your lip thinking he's going to leave you here. 

"Sorry but you gotta come with me to the meet and greet since you've got this on." He tugs at the black denim causing you to giggle. Relief floods his aching body as your lips curl into a bright smile. 

True to his word Bakugou slips into the long meet and greet with you in tow an hour and a half after he started. 

"Here's your fucking sticks kid." He says, shoving a set of drumsticks into some snobby kids hands. The man scoffs with a retort. 

"I paid for the ones you used tonight. These ones are brand new." 

Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, leaning in close as if you share a secret but he speaks at a normal volume. His face suddenly changing to a cocky, knowing smirk. 

"Guess I broke tonight's pair kid. Tough fucking luck."

He sits in his normal spot, away from others. Pulling you onto his lap, reminding the room that he was taken. 

[ickle-ronniekins]

break me like a promise

desc: he wanted to tell you how he felt. he wanted to let himself love you. he wanted to do all of these things, but first he made a promise that nobody would get hurt. but when fred was busy looking out for your heart, who was looking out for his?

word count: 3.8k

pairing: WELL THERE ISN’T ANY PAIRING IS THERE???? because unrequited love sucks and i’m feeling real sad and wanted to make fred feel sad too (sry i’m mad at myself too it’s alright you can hate me)

warning(s): angst/sadness/pure heartbreak/i hate everything

A/N: i’d like to personally apologize to fred weasley/people who love fred weasley. might i suggest listening to the piano version of all too well by taylor swift whilst reading this. feel free to cry with me, thanks. PS: i do NOT give consent for my work to be reposted on any other platform.

Just how many times had he heard the words, “Best friends always fall for one another”?

He’d very much like to tell the people that had told him that to kindly piss off, thank you very much.

He’d been hurt many times before. Of course he had. Fred was used to it at this point, he reckoned his body had adapted easily to the constant blows to the shins or knees and things. As a brother, he was always getting ragged on and wrestled with by his other siblings. He’d ended up with black eyes, split lips, knees to the stomach more times than he could count on two hands. As an athlete, he’d taken countless bludgers to the body, either on the Quidditch pitch or in the comfort of his own backyard. George had been prone to getting hurt, too. Of course, Fred had always jumped at the chance to help George feel better, whenever he needed it. Fred loved being the older of the two. He always took his job as “big brother” very seriously, and it only got stronger once Ron and Ginny were born. He wanted to be somebody they could need.

But there was something different about this type of hurt. He couldn’t control it. He couldn’t make sense of it, and nobody could fix it, not even his own twin.

On the outside, Fred had always put forth an aura of confidence. Nothing could get him down, could it? He’d be dammed if he ever let anyone see him with nothing but a huge grin on his face, that usual mischievous glint in his eye. But on the inside, he was just like everyone else.

As a hoarse cry escaped him, he clamped his hand over his mouth, desperate to not let the sounds of his broken heart echo their way down into the common room, to where his friends were indulging in hot cups of butterbeer, cheering for Harry’s tumultuous win versus the others in the tournament, all the while unaware of Fred, unable to control his emotions and crumpling to the ground like a pit of scrap parchment thrown into the bin.

It was his own fault really. He shouldn’t have been so bloody stupid in the first place. He had this coming from the start. He felt a painful, unfamiliar burn in the back of his throat before his vision turned blurry yet again. He didn’t want to replay the sound of you saying I’m so sorry over and over in his head, like a broken record. He muffled some sort of expletive under his breath, and though he’d never admit it, all he yearned for was nothing more than a tight embrace from his brother.

He shouldn’t have let himself say yes.

He could have said no,

but he would’ve hated himself if he had.

“D’you reckon I’d be able to punch that smirk right off of his ugly little rat face?” you’d asked one day, brows threaded together in annoyance. The two of you were sitting in the middle of a Charms lesson, and you were glancing over toward a Ravenclaw who was busy charming his way through every single female student surrounding him with nothing but the batting of his eyelashes. 

You turned back toward Fred and your features twisted into a grin. “I mean, just look at him, would you? What an arrogant little git. Thinks he can just woo his way through a lesson. Ridiculous.”

“That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?” Fred asked you. Playfully, he elbowed you in the ribs, causing you to recoil a bit, and he continued, “wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that he’d been wooing you? Besides, Y/N, pretty sure I’d heard you ramble on about how he’s the best looking bloke in school,” he flipped his long hair dramatically in an attempt to make fun of you and earned himself a nice punch to the arm.

You frowned and folded your arms across your chest. Sneering a bit, you said, “Yeah, that is until he opened his mouth,” You huffed and narrowed your eyes, “He really is a git, you know.”

“So you’re telling me,” Fred started, “that if he came up to you right this moment and asked you to go to the Yule Ball, you’d reject him?”

You nodded and widened your eyes, as if it were obvious. “Well, of course I would!” Flitwick dismissed you all, and you and Fred and the other students filtered out into the corridors to head to the next lessons. Fred gently guided you through the massive sea of students, and you two found a semi-empty spot near the Great Hall. “Sure, he’s good looking and all, but I don’t quite fancy spending the evening with a bloke who’s going to chat my ear off about the origins of his last name and how his parents are basically royalty, and all that.”

“He does not do that.” Fred laughed.

“Swear to Merlin, he does, Fred.” you replied, folding your hand across your heart. Then your eyes brightened. “Besides, why would I want to go with him when I’m going with you?”

That wasn’t the first time Fred had ever felt his heart soar. He’d been mad for you for years, hadn’t he? Yet, each and every time it took him by surprise, because what the hell was that going on inside of his chest? He never wanted to admit to himself how he felt about you, but it got to the point where he couldn’t deny it anymore; not to himself, at least. But nevertheless, he painted a look of confidence across his face so you wouldn’t be able to tell what he was feeling on the inside. He smirked at you, and watched a bit of panic sweep itself across your features. Your eyes widened. “Shit. I mean, you will go with me, won’t you?”

“Oh, was that the plan? Glad to have been a part of it,” he chuckled, hoping his voice didn’t sound too wobbly. He then poked you in the hips and said, “Of course I will. As long as you promise to not hurt me.”

You peered at him with a confused expression and he laughed. “Relax, Y/N. I mean just don’t step on my bloody feet all night.”

You sucked in a deep breath and then rolled your eyes and slinked your arm with his. “Thank Merlin. You didn’t really think I’d go with anyone else, did you? Come on, Weasley. I expected more of you. Now let’s go -- I reckon we’re in for quite the adventure, aren’t we? Can’t wait to see all these Gryffindors fall flat on their feet when McGonagall begins dance training today!”

You tugged on his hand to lead him into the Great Hall, but he merely floated through the air like a leaf being pushed and gently guided by the wind.

-- -

He shouldn’t have let himself get swept away.

He could have let himself go with someone else,

but he still would’ve been thinking about you.

George and Ron had told him to make a move after the Yule Ball. “Just go for it, mate, what could possibly go wrong? It’s obvious how she feels, isn’t it?” Fred wished he knew then just how wrong it could possibly go.

Fred resisted, though. He didn’t want to ruin a good thing. You two had danced the entire night away, you in your pale pink dress and white trainers. You two had been the last on the floor, and only left merely because Professor McGonagall had tapped you both on the shoulders to let you know that the evening was winding down. The band had stopped playing, anyway. And Fred, keen on wanting to make this a night to remember, kept everything exactly as it was. He gave you a small embrace in the common room at the end of the night before heading up to your respective dormitories. He didn’t want to mess anything up, and so he ignored his brothers’ advice and kept his lips shut.

He then began to panic, just as he always did. He began to pretend as though his feelings were fleeting, if only to fool himself. These feelings for you, they weren’t real, right? The way he wanted to hold you close and dance with you forever, the way he felt his heart constrict at the way your lashes fluttered when you looked down nervously toward your feet when he’d complimented you, the way he wanted desperately to lean in and kiss you at the end of the night. They couldn’t be real, because you two were just friends. Perhaps, he reckoned, maybe it was the excitement of the ball. The decorations. The dresses. He’d decided late that evening, still swimming in his high from the Yule Ball, that it had been exactly that -- the ball. It wasn’t you making him go all romantic, it was merely the excitement of the evening, and the tournament, and everyone being paired off in dates and things. He didn’t really fancy you.

He was proved very, very wrong the next morning when he waltzed into the Great Hall and saw you sitting at the table sipping your tea, back in your everyday clothes, back to normal -- just friends, as it had always been. And yet when you turned toward him and smiled, the sunlight highlighting your features in a way that made his heart jump, he knew that he was in over his head, because of course he was! He was mad for you and always had been, no matter how many times he’d tried to convince himself otherwise.

“Freddie!”

He nervously walked over to the table, suddenly feeling ridiculously self conscious for the first time in his life, and you tugged on his arm so he’d sit himself down next to you.

“Was just telling George here how McGonagall had to basically pull us off of the dance floor last night, eh?” your eyes scrunched near the corners when you smiled so deeply. To George, you continued, “He’s quite the dancer, your brother.”

George sipped his coffee casually. “Oh yeah?” he raised an eyebrow up in surprise and smirked, but not for long, because Fred kicked him inconspicuously underneath the table and he groaned in pain.

This went unnoticed by you, Fred gathered, because you kept on talking without so much as a batted eyelash at the twins’ little rift. “Of course! Wildly talented, he is.” To Fred, you said, “We had a lot of fun, didn’t we?”

Fred couldn’t help the immediate grin that spread across his face. “Yeah, we did.” His voice was soft as ever in his own ears, and everything around you both froze, until he heard George cough a bit on his piece of toast. Fred hated nothing more than being so vulnerable, so he attempted a joke, “Except for all the times you stepped on my feet. Blimey, woman, thought I wasn’t going to be able to walk at the end of the night.”

George started to laugh, and you kicked him under the table and swatted Fred with the sleeve of your sweater. “Hey! It’s real bloody hard to dance gracefully in trainers, alright? It’s too bad this doesn’t happen every year, or I’d be able to prove to you how good I actually am.”

“You mean to tell me you’d go with this git to the Yule Ball every single year if we had one?” George asked, throwing Fred a smirk.

“Why not?” you shrugged. “We make a good team. Why, you jealous, Georgie?” you giggled, reaching across the table and snatching his piece of toast and biting into it. The younger twin just glanced at you, unamused, all while Fred could hardly keep the loud pounding in his heart from growing.

You and George became fully immersed in conversation, but Fred was barely paying attention. He was too busy peering at you, indulging his feelings, because he’d have to be an idiot not too, right? He just keep watching you with a new type of admiration in his eyes, and he admitted to himself right then and there, when you glanced back at him mid-laugh as George made some stupid joke, that he was completely and utterly and irrevocably in love with you.

-- -

He shouldn’t have kissed you.

He could’ve just embraced you like normal,

but he would’ve been yearning to feel your lips on his anyway.

It was the one and only time he got to, and now of course he wished that he hadn’t, because all he could remember of it was the surprise of you and the salt from his own tears as they fell down his cheeks and onto his own lips as he rushed toward the Gryffindor tower.

“Oh, Freddie! You’ll never guess what I’ve just heard,” you’d called to him in a sing-song sort of voice down the corridors. You skipped toward him, bag slung over your shoulder as you made your way through students, only to come face to face with the ginger boy in front of the empty Transfiguration classroom you’d both end up in for lessons later.

“Well you going to keep me waiting, or what?” he asked, a bashful smile on his lips, and he couldn’t quite get over how adorable you looked with that cheeky grin on your face.

“Just had a little chat with Alicia,” you started. You grabbed his arm and shook him, “she needs someone to fill in for her in the upcoming match since Madam Pomfrey still won’t let her play, right? So take a gander, Freddie, at who she picked to replace her?!”

“If the answer isn’t you, then this is a terrible story.” he winked.

You cocked your head to the side and folded your arms across your chest. “Lucky it is me, then, yeah?”

For a moment, he thought you were joking until he noticed the evident sparkle in your eye that could only come from being told you’d be able to play in an upcoming Quidditch match. You didn’t even try and hide your excitement; a huge smile split your face and Fred picked you up in his arms and whirled you around, all while shouting how proud he was of you and how he couldn’t wait to take to the Qudditch pitch with you. “Bloody hell, you’re brilliant! No wonder I’m so mad for you.” You didn’t seem to notice his voice of words, because you just giggled like a little kid in his arms and were breathless when he set you down.

He shouldn’t have done it. He knew that. But with all of the excitement and adrenaline were surging between you both, he just had too. How could he not when you peered at him, eyes filled with wonder? How could he not, when he’d been hiding his feelings for so long? How could he not, when you were mere inches from him, and all he wanted to do was know the taste of you?

He shouldn’t have kissed you, but he did anyway. He placed you down gently and you began rambling on about how the entire Quidditch thing had unfolded a few moments before, and he was so filled with overwhelming love for you that he leant in and slowly pressed his lips to yours. At first he thought your shock was a good thing. Perhaps he’d taken you by surprise in the best way, and you’d melt into him and breathe that you’d been waiting for him to do that forever. You’d tell him that you’ve been crazy for him this entire time too, haven’t you? You’d smile and laugh like a little schoolgirl and tug him into a nearby empty classroom to make up for all the time you two had missed together.

But then you pulled back and pure panic took him over. He searched your nervous eyes and furrowed brows for some sort of answer, but all you seemed to be doing was collecting your thoughts. He watched as you tugged anxiously on the strap of your bag and your face flushed a deep, crimson red. He watched you for answers, but the more he searched, the more he felt like he was caught in a rip tide pulling him further and further from the shoreline.

He opened his trembling mouth to speak, but all that escaped him were nervous “um’s” and you kept on shaking your head. “Fred,” you said hoarsely, and he hated how terribly different and foreign his name sounded on your lips. “What.. what are you doing?”

“I --” he stammered, and he felt like a complete idiot for not being able to get the words out. Since when had Fred Weasley ever been tongue tied? Since when had he ever lost his confidence? Since when had he ever let anyone see him so open.. and bare.. and painfully, heartbreakingly vulnerable?

He couldn’t help but notice just how heavy you were breathing. From nerves, surely, because he was doing the exact same thing. In fact, as deep as he breathed in, he still felt as though he couldn’t fully catch his breath.

“I thought you, erm..” you started, and Fred could see the tears trying to push past your eyelashes, “Fred, we --”

He finally found his voice, because he stupidly blurted out, “I’m mad for you,” and he wished he hadn’t. Your face dropped and you peered at him with a longing he’d never seen before.

Your voice was painfully soft as you looked toward the ground. “You’re -- you’re my best friend, Fred.”

His questions must’ve been written across his face plain as day, because you grabbed his hand and began pleading. “I mean, the Yule Ball, we’d gone as mates, hadn’t we? We’re friends, Fred. We’ve always been friends.”

Bloody hell, how many times could you say the word friends? Felt quite like a dagger straight to his heart.

He wanted to ask, You’ve never felt the same way, have you?

And he knew you’d respond, I love you like a friend, Freddie.

“Fred,” you breathed, and squeezed his hand, but he couldn’t seem to say anything. “Fred, please, I-I’m so sorry,”

With every ounce of strength he had, he swallowed his tears and sadness and vulnerability and painted a smirk onto his face. It didn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes though. “No, listen, don’t.. be sorry, Y/N -- I-I just.. read things wrong, I s’pose. I'm the one who should be sorry.”

By the look in your eye, he knew you didn’t believe him, and he didn’t really believe himself either. How could he possibly be alright when he felt as if he were being thrown from a cliff? You ignored everything he’d just said, and instead opted to try again. “Fred, you’re my best friend -- please, I’m so sorry, I can’t take it if you’re mad at me,”

He hated seeing you cry. He hated seeing you so upset. He cupped your face in his hands and forced out a laugh that could almost pass as real. “Y/N, stop. I’m not mad at you. How could I be mad at you? You’re my best mate! I just.. it’s fine. Let’s forget all about it, alright?” He hoped his voice sounded firm, because he wanted you both to do just that. Forget. Just then, the bell rang and students began pouring out of classrooms and filtering into the corridor. Fred let go of you and looked toward his feet before backing away and meeting your gaze again. “Have got to get to Dark Arts. I’ll see you later, yeah?” he grinned, though his heart was not in it.

Before you could say anything more, or before Fred fell to the ground in pure agony, he walked swiftly passed you in the complete opposite direction of Defense Against the Dark Arts and picked up speed, because he just needed to get to his dormitory. What the hell was this pain he felt in the back of his throat? He didn’t look back -- he couldn’t. He didn’t look back as his vision became blurry, and he didn’t look back to see you standing there in the place he’d left you, a hand clamped over your mouth and tears streaming down your face at the thought of breaking your best friend’s heart.

-- -

He shouldn’t have let himself fall for you.

He could’ve tried seeing someone else,

but he would’ve been fooling himself if he pretended to be in love with anyone but you.

There was no way he’d be able to face you now. He’d stealthily snuck through the crowd in the common room and had ignored the faint sounds of your voice calling his name. Nobody had noticed, really, for they were too busy celebrating Harry’s victorious second place win in the second task and eagerly discussing the third.

He wasn’t hiding it anymore. It was written plain as day on his face, he reckoned, his eyes wet with heartbreak and his cheeks flushed red from all of the crying he’d been doing. How could he have been so stupid? Of course you didn’t feel the same way. You’d said it yourself, hadn’t you? Friends. Always been friends. And that’s all you two would ever be.

Sometime later on, after he’d been lying in bed for upwards of an hour staring at the ceiling, the tears started again. And this time it was worse. This time, they were big, fat, heart-wrenching tears and hoarse cries he couldn’t stop. They were involuntary. Someone quietly made their way into the dormitory. Fred looked up through his blurry vision. It was George.

Being the elder of the two, Fred had always cared a little bit extra about George. How many times had he comforted the younger twin? When George had scraped his knee running around their yard, Fred had cleaned him up. When George had fallen off of his broom and broken his arm, after Molly had warned them not to fly that way, Fred had patched him up. When George had to wear his glasses to lessons one day during their first year and had been made fun of by some annoying, rude Ravenclaw, Fred held George when he cried in their dormitory. So now, when George peered at his older brother biting back tears, he merely bit down on his lip to fight back his own, and opened his arms.

Maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment. Maybe it was because George knew without Fred needing to even tell him. Maybe it was the way that George knew, deep down, just how broken Fred felt. Broken like a promise. Maybe it was a mixture of lots of things that made Fred collapse into his younger brother and not hold back his tears.

Maybe it was the way George had said, “I know, mate,” that made Fred hold onto him a little bit tighter and a little bit longer.

All Fred knew was that, in that moment, his brother was the only thing keeping him from collapsing.

He shouldn’t have fallen in love with you.

He could’ve stopped it, if he’d tried hard enough,

but he would’ve just fallen even harder.

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[sweetfirebird]

Fun(?) fact:

I wrote Little Wolf, then worried that maybe the world of that town was too much and it needed a lighter intro to explain things a little more, so I wrote a novella about this nerd named Zeki and this adorable Teddy Baby, uh, Theo, and I submitted to the terrible ex-publisher thinking we could attach to LW or have it be like a special deal or something. Only they wrote back that they wanted it and to publish it first, but they wanted it to be novel length. Except that it obviously wasn't, and I couldn't figure out a way, in the time allotted, to basically change the entire structure of the book to make it a novel. Because it's structured to begin and end with the fire truck washing and their changed perspectives. But they wanted more, so it has these... endings scenes that are basically just a really long epilogue but which I could not *call* an epilogue. Which is why the structure of that book is so off.

Also, when it came out, some reviewers were like, cynically or knowingly, "Obviously, some characters are introduced just to be in the next book." Which... is how a lot of romance books operate so I don't get the faint sneering? But also sort of hilarious because Little Wolf was actually written first.

So yeah if you are reading A Beginner's Guide to Wooing Your Mate and you notice that the ending seems tacked on--it's because it was! The actual ending is that final truck washing scene and I will be honest and say while the rest of it is cute, the original structure is fine and it could have ended there no problem.

Anyway, this has been today's fun fact.

[thelargefrye]

GRIMOIRE: TALES OF TALES. DAY O2.

── summary. wooyoung never learns.

── roles. vampire!ateez, vampire!reader, human!oc

── genre. vampire, romance, drama, established poly relationship

── word count. 2.4k

── warnings. hints of cheating, cussing, oc gets referred to as “it” by some members, slight choking, someone gets punched, a little blood

── main menu.

anna sometimes finds herself thinking back to when she first met wooyoung and he managed to convince her to come back to home. she felt so entranced by the blonde and thought the look he gave her was nothing more than love. 

before meeting him, she was unwanted and a runaway. running away was all she was good at.

wooyoung had to nudge her into the rather large and expensive house. he guides to the living area of the home where she was greeted with several other men that were just as handsome as him.

one of the guys stood up, anna thought he was the most beautiful one out of all them. however the death glare he was sending her and wooyoung made her want to coward away from his stare. 

“wooyoung, what the fuck is that?” his voice was just as deadly as his stare and she knew he was talking about her.

“this anna. she’ll be staying with us for a while,” wooyoung answers. the blue haired male stood up this time with a shocked expression.

“the hell she is!” he replies back and wooyoung just rolls his eyes at the male’s words. “yah! don’t roll your eyes at me, wooyoung! this is serious, you need to get her out of here before the others come back.”

“i’m not worry about them, hyung,” wooyoung says before he begins to walk away from them. he turns back to anna and gestures for her to follow him. wooyoung stops in front of the first male who still has a hard look on his face.

“aw, hyung, don’t glare at me like that. it hurts my feelings,” the blonde teases before running a hand down the taller male’s chest rather affectionately. the action catches anna off guard, but she doesn’t say anything about it. 

“you’re so screwed, woo,” one of the males on the couches says. wooyoung only shrugs him off before walking out of the room. anna doesn’t waste any time in following the male.

“what are we going to do, hyung?” mingi ask looking at the two eldest members. 

“nothing, we’re not going to do anything. let him suffer the consequences of bringing a human home,” seonghwa says, his face still hard as he thinks about how much trouble wooyoung just has to cause all the time. 

a hand comes to caress his cheek snapping seonghwa out of his anger a little bit. he looks to see yunho the one now standing in front of him. his touch is a lot less lustful and more comforting than wooyoung’s.

“every time he does this, he doesn’t realize how much it hurts all of us. he brings these stupid humans into our home and messes and leads them along before one of us snaps. it makes everyone on edge and i hate it,” seonghwa says with a distressed look on his face.

yunho rubs his thumb softly over seonghwa’s cheek before leaning down to kiss the older male. “we know, hyung, and you’re right maybe this time we should let wooyoung learn his lesson,” he says before turning to the other three vampires in the room. “can we all agree to this?”

the other three nodded making yunho smile at them before turning to seonghwa and gesturing for him to come sit back down with them. they resumed watching the show they had been watching.

“when are yeo, sannie, and y/n coming home?” mingi asked a few minutes later.

“not for a few more days,” hongjoong answers after thinking for a second. 

“should we... should we let them know beforehand?”

“no,” seonghwa speaks up before anyone else can, “wooyoung is gonna learn his lesson even if it catches those three off guard.”

the next morning, anna comes downstairs and is greeted with the sight of wooyoung having his arms wrapped around the male that had glared at her when she had first arrived. 

“hwa, don’t be upset at me~” wooyoung says, dragging out a few of his words as he tried cuddling into the best he could. 

“you know how we all feel when you bring humans home and yet you keep doing it. therefore i have a right to be upset at you,” seonghwa says.

“don’t be like that, hwa, you know i love you and the others.”

everything happens too fast for anna because one second wooyoung is still hanging onto seonghwa and the next wooyoung is pinned to the counter behind the both of them. his hands are pinned above his head while seonghwa uses his other hand to wrap it around wooyoung’s neck.

“we let you play your little games without facing the consequences, but not this time so i would highly recommend to stop being a brat before i put you in your place,” seonghwa threatens and anna gasps in surprise at his sudden action and words. seonghwa looks up upon hearing her and glares at her. she notices the red glint in his eyes and her own are wide in surprise.

seonghwa removes himself from wooyoung and goes back to finishing breakfast. wooyoung can only smirk as he sits up before turning to look at the female who is still standing at the kitchen entrance.

“morning,” he greets her and anna quickly greets him back. she then watches as he moves from the counter and walks by her and out of the kitchen. 

anna contemplates if she should follow wooyoung out but decides against it and goes to sit down at the table.

“why are you still here?” seonghwa asks without even bothering to turn and look at her.

she knows its probably stupid, but anna decides to be brave for a moment, “why are you angry at me being here? i haven’t even been here a full day and you are just mean and angry towards me for no reason.”

seonghwa stops what he’s doing and turns to look at the girl with burning red eyes. anna was once more shocked and immediately stood up from her seat.

“you want to know why i’m so angry you’re here?” he asked, but anna knew it was rhetorical. “i’m angry that wooyoung doesn’t ever fucking learn! he plays these fucking games and makes the rest of us suffer because he’s selfish! you don’t belong here, this isn’t your home,” the elder is seething, as he takes several steps closer the girl. the veins in his neck are prominent and his teeth are clenched too tight to be comfortable.

“you’re lucky i don’t kill humans or else i would have killed you the second you walked through the front door, but don’t think the other won’t try,” he warns before turning and going back to the food.

anna is frozen in her spot for a few moments before she finally snaps herself out of the scared trance she was in. she quickly leaves the kitchen and heads back upstairs to wooyoung’s room. upon entering, she finds him on the phone with a large smile on his face. it wasn’t like the smiles and smirks he gave her... this was different.

he laughs, “yes, y/n, i’m taking care of myself. no need to worry... yeah. how are sannie and yeo?... don’t give him a hard time, okay, princess?... i love you, too. bye.” he takes the phone away from his ear before ending the call and then tossing his phone on the bed behind him. 

“who’s y/n?” anna asks, curious to know more about who he was talking to.

“my favorite person in the world,” he answers before falling back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. “she saved me no one else did.”

anna only nods as she walks over to him and lays down next to him on his bed, “so where is she right now?”

“she’s on a small trip with two of my other mates,” the word ‘mates’ catches her attention but she decides not to question it.

“do i get to meet her?”

“yeah, she’ll be home in a few days,” anna notes the disinterest in his voice and decides to stop asking questions. she couldn’t stop the sudden uneasiness that settled in her stomach at the thought of whoever this y/n really was.

a few hours later and anna finds herself in the living room with the ones she came to learn are mingi and yunho. the two were cuddled close together on the couch. the others were off doing other things and wooyoung had went out a little earlier for something he didn’t explain to the young woman.

“so who’s y/n?” anna had asked after sitting with the two for around an hour. both males snapped their heads over to her, mingi had a shocked expression and turned to look at yunho who masked his expression well. “wooyoung was talking to her the other day, but didn’t say much about her,” she explained and mingi shifted a little with an uncomfortable look. 

“she’s–

“she’s one of our lovers,” yunho says, cutting mingi off, “and look, not to sound rude or anything, but when she comes home i would advise not to interact with her. her coming home and seeing you with wooyoung won’t end well for anyone, so try your best to stay away from her.”

“o-oh, um, alright. thank you for the heads up,” anna says and yunho nods. “um... what did you mean by ‘lovers’?”

“it means we’re all lovers like the word suggests. we’ve all been together for so long that we are all we have,” he says and anna felt her stomach sink a little as she slowly began to realize that maybe seonghwa was right. she really didn’t belong.

when yeosang walked through the door and into the living area, he was caught completely off guard by the human girl that wooyoung had his arm wrapped around. hongjoong noticed a flash of hurt crossing his feature before he quickly covered it up with his usual stoic face. 

the unofficial leader of the small family was quick to get up and walk over to the blonde and engulfs him into a welcome home hug before quickly kissing him as well.

“where’s san and y/n?” he asks, running his hand up and down the younger’s arms.

“um, they’re coming up. i came up first to open the door for them. jongho,” yeosang says catching the youngest’s attention. “can you come help san and y/n with the bags. san bought more stuff then he needed to and now we have two extra bags.”

“of course,” jongho is quick to step outside to find you and other male outside struggling with the bags. 

“oh! jongho!” san calls out excitedly as he stops suddenly causing you to bump into him. 

“why did you stop all of a sudden!?” you whine rubbing your nose because of how you rammed it into the male’s back.

you suddenly caught a whiff of something off and you tilted your head to side as you looked around the area outside. san turned around noticing how you became quiet all of a sudden. 

“what’s wrong, love?” 

“i smell something and i don’t know if i like it,” you explain and jongho freezes as he glances over at you. you notice the nervous look on his face before glancing at the door and you head straight for it ignoring san’s confused calls and jongho’s nervous ones.

stepping inside the house, you are greeted by hongjoong and yeosang standing right outside the living room. upon hearing your footsteps, hongjoong turns to you with a fond smile and opens his arms for you. hongjoong hugs you the same way he had yeosang as you mimicked the hug. 

“i missed you my muse,” hongjoong whispers into your ear making you laugh softly. you had almost forgotten about the reason why you rushing inside before you caught sight of it. it being the girl that was sitting a little too closely to wooyoung.

moving out of hongjoong’s hold, you step into the living room entrance, eyes never once leaving anna’s body. unlike yeosang, you don’t mask the hurt on your face and seonghwa is quick to stand up from his spot, your name leaving his lips. 

“wooyoung,” his name leaves your lips as you keep your attention on him and no one else.

“y/n,” his arm removes itself from around anna’s shoulders as he stands up and comes over to you with a smile on his face. he tries to hug you, but you gently push him away, looking from him to anna.

“who are you?” you ask, looking at anna with a confused look. anna stands, a smile on her face as she walks over towards you.

“hi, i’m anna. it’s nice to meet you,” she introduces herself, holding her hand out for you to take and shake. you look at her before down at her hand and then finally over to wooyoung.

“hey, y/n why did you run off like that?” san’s voice sounds through the house and you hear him and jongho come in behind you. you don’t say anything looking between anna and wooyoung one last time before moving past everyone and going upstairs.

the whole house seems to shake when you slam your door closed. wooyoung has an unreadable expression his face as he turns to look at san who has an angry expression. 

“sa–

san doesn’t let the younger say his name due to him cutting him off with a punch to the face. wooyoung falls to the ground with a groan as he holds his face. san’s eyes are glowing red as he looks over at the human girl and he feels a growl erupt from his throat. 

“fuck you wooyoung, fuck you,” he spits out before pointing at anna, “get rid of it, i don’t want any humans in this house,” he says before leaving as well.

everyone is frozen for a moment as wooyoung moves his hand away from his face – mostly his nose – to see some blood on his hand. yunho is first one to move to go over to wooyoung and bends down to cheek on his lover.

“you dumbass, why don’t you learn,” he scolds quietly before turning to look at anna who has a mixed of scared and concerned look on her face. 

“i told you not to mess with her,” he says before helping wooyoung up and taking him into the bathroom to clean him up. 

anna can only stand and watch with a guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

[groovinyeen]

BRYNTH Fanfic

(Song is Justin Timberlake - My Love, Story idea inspired by @dazzidazzi on Tumblr.)

Valentine's Wooing Trollstopia was holding a first ever fair for the upcoming Valentines day tomorrow. TOMORROW! No prepwork or stands had been built yet, meaning that an overhaul was due for today. Queen Poppy hadn't meant to let things go this long without any preparation, normally she was on the ball with prepping and planning for anything but with how Trollstopia was just starting to grow in population she hadn't had time to get this sort of thing sorted yet. Though she did know who would help to sort it by end of day.

Valentine's was around the corner and sadly much to the chargrin of his mate, Poppy was pushing Branch for help to build the fair grounds up, from rides to vending stalls and all. The snack pack helped of course but Poppy wanted it to be perfect! Branch was unfortunately the right troll for this job. Synth has said it many times, Poppy was by far the most vexing troll he has ever met. He had wanted to spend this day and tomorrow with his mate and celebrate their first real Valentines together but as usual, the one troll that was more family to his Dubstep just had to jump the line.

Sighing, Synth shook his head as he decided to just spend time with his Dubstep anyway by helping him build the rides and helping in what ever way he could. He smiled, they did have a pretty good day in the end by joking here and there to make the time pass faster. Sharing stories when the other trolls weren't near by, telling each other of both happy and sad memories. Learning and remembering anything they hadn't in the past about one another. Branch was glowing by the end of the day, his connection with Synth was stronger than ever. All this work that he and Synth had put in to help the Snack Pack and Poppy complete the fair grounds was done. Now they could leave, Synth and him, as the SnackPack started to decorate everything for the big fair tomorrow.

Branch had to find a way to thank his amazing man for all he has put up with, for all he has helped him with. They had almost been dating for close to a year and Branch couldn't think of anyone else he would much rather spend his time with. Now or in the future. He knew what he wanted to do tomorrow and with his sister figures helped that she promised, it all just came down to Synth and his choice tomorrow. For now though, he had a dinner date with his incredible mate Synth. All other thoughts could wait.

*Next Day*

Trollstopia was alive with bustling crowds of chatter and laughter though out the day. Synth had purposefully stuck near Branch as many trolls would stop him to thank the blue troll for the effort he put in to make the rides and stalls. The purple blush from all the attention he was receiving really had an afecct on him. He nodded to each of them as he held tighter to Synth's hand. The techno troll took notice of this easily, he knew it wasn't discomfort but more so unease on how to handle the situation.

They had been wandering the stalls and rides for most of the day, Synth knew his man was probably socially exhausted. He nodded to the trolls as he smiled before pulling Branch away to a table not far from the main performance stage. Branch took a seat with Synth on the bench, Synth sitting saddle style so his fins were either side of his troll as the smaller blue troll leaned in to those waiting purple arms. A sigh of relief leaving him as he relaxed, listening to his heart beat. Humming with a smile as he hugged Branch to his chest, letting him destress and relax as they listened to the music from the concert blare.

Branch had smiled as he saw the sun begin to set, he looked to see Poppy on stage as she smiled at the sight of him and Synth cuddling. Giving the signal, a wave that signalled the music to pick up and become louder as a song drew the attention of all the free trolls near. Smirking waved to Poppy in thanks. He kissed the techno troll on the cheek, grabbed his hand and started guiding him away from the party to a clearing where the music could just barely be heard.

They both arrived within a field where the vines glowed a dull purple and blue as they interwove around the clearing. Branch smiled as they came to a stop in the clearing before he let go of Synth hand to turn to look at him. The light of the moon filled the grove they stood in, reflecting off the white blooming wild flowers that surrounded them.

"Hey Dubstep...this place is magical and all but..what are we doing here?" Synth was confused but amused at their surroundings.

"Just listen to the lyrics for me, ok sweet scale?" Branch chuckled at the flush that coated the purple techno troll. Branch wasn't one for giving nicknames to others but his sister Poppufer, so this really grabbed Synth attention.

Standing a little back, Branch smiled at Synth as the moons light illuminated his purple form. Branch knew this was the right choice. He took a deep breath as the music from the stage started to play.

If I wrote you a symphony, Just to say how much you mean to me What would you do? If I told you you were beautiful Would you date me on the regular Tell me, would you?

Spinning around as the flying jelly fish from when Synth first came on the scene spun around Branch. Blue fireflies joining the mix as they as he raised an open palm to Synth.

Well, baby I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another troll Like you

Synth was blushing, he knew he wasn't anything like King Trollex or Prince D who had both shown a great interest in his Dubstep but this really highlighted how Branch was feeling about him. Like he was the one coming up with nicknames and romantics things to do but here is his blue troll openly confessing to him in song. Something that is so rare and so precious.

This ring here represents my heart But there's just one thing I need from you Saying "I do"

Synth's entire form gushed with light as those words sunk in. No way...Synth had to hear it one more time. This couldn't be could it?

Yeah, because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand

Branch pivoted on the spot as he started to moon walk backwards, stopping to wiggle his hips side to side before dropping to spin into his right knee and backup. The techno troll smiled as he watched his pop boy lose himself in dance.

I can see us on the countryside Sitting on the grass, laying side by side You could be my baby, let me make you my baby Boy, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothing crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love

Bringing his hand to his chest, Branch smiled at  Synth as he had felt his own heart start to beat. His music causing his chest to glow and share its light with Synth's.

(So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another troll that can take your spot, my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another troll that can take your spot, my love

Boy My love My love

Branch walked closely up to Synth, smiling him as he started to sing the next part of the song as he grasped Synth's purple hands within his own.

Now, if I wrote you a love note And made you smile with every word I wrote What would you do? Would that make you wanna change your scene And wanna be the one on my team Tell me, would you?

At this point, Branch had bought his face so close to Synth's. Their noses nuzzled together as he started to slow his singing. Their heart beats stating to sync.

See, what's the point in waiting anymore? 'Cause boy I've never been more sure That baby, it's you

Reaching up, Branch pulled out a small wooden box from within his hair. Synth's eyes widened...so ..it was that...Branch was actually asking him ...

This ring here represents my heart

Opening the wooden box revealed a ring that stole away his breath. A luminous green band that seemed luminescent in its own right.

And everything that you've been waiting for Just saying "I do"

"I DO!!" Synth was crying at this point. Branch himself looked like he had won a lottery as he slipped the band onto Synth's left hand before he was tackled in a hug. Synth tearing up as he smothered his troll in kisses and affection. Before pulling away to stare down at Branch, their eyes holding each others gaze before sealing their lips together in a deep kiss. No words needed as the fireworks above lit up the sky above.

[christinesficrecs]

hey Chris. please can you recommend some Polyglot Derek fics?

Oh, absolutely!! 

Tell Me, So I Know by TroubleIWant | 7.4K | Mature

It took years for Derek to finally confront the way he felt about Stiles, and even after he figured it out he could only explain in Spanish. It took them two years more to get to where they were now. Only with neither of them quite willing to commit, where exactly is that, anyways?

Well, for Stiles it’s a deserted stretch of road behind the Hale house, half trapped in a car wreck after being abducted by hunters. Frankly, he could really use Derek’s help if he’s going to get out of this alive. Mates are supposed to be able to tell when the other is in pain, right? As Derek would probably say, 'querido, no.'

Or, a love story in two parts... and two languages.

Is That a Gun In Your Pocket Or...That's a Gun In Your Pocket by Elpie (Horribibble) | 8.1K | Explicit

Derek Hale is the best boyfriend.He's sweet. He's funny. He recites Pablo Neruda completely unprovoked.He also happens to be in the murder business. But hey, nobody's perfect.

A romantic comedy with guns and roses.

(Well, maybe not the roses.)

Je t'aime by Robespierre | 17.6K | Explicit

Stiles’ boss is sending him to the Paris office for a few months. He speaks absolutely no French. Enter Derek Hale, French tutor extraordinaire. As Stiles works hard to master a foreign language, everything begins to fall apart around him.

On jest słońcem (He Is The Sun) by haaaveyoumetted | 6.1K

AU where Stiles speaks in Polish to his dad

And maybe he talks to himself in Polish too

And maybe he talks about Derek a lot. Derek’s eyes. Derek’s shoulders. Derek’s adorable teeth. Derek’s arms. Derek Derek Derek

#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | 7.7K

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay... even though he doesn't actually speak Spanish. 

chantes une nouvelle chanson pour moi by pr1nc3ssp34ch (dallisons) | 13.1K | Explicit

Stiles Stilinski has been at Hogwarts since his first year, okay. That's six years of experience. He knows how Hogwarts works, how it operates. He's not quite an expert or anything, but he's pretty damn sure he knows this school.

So why the hell have they waited like a million years to start taking transfer students?

And why is he the only one who can't get a French date?

lube and determination by bleepobleep | 4.8K | Explicit

It's a holiday classic: homesick boy wants to make a pumpkin pie while studying abroad, boy realizes the only place to find vegetable shortening is a sex shop, and boy makes fool of himself in front of other boy.

Like wine upon the lips by MemeKon | 1.6K

“So, the word's on the streets that you're some sexy polyglot,” Stiles says, wiggling his eyebrows annoyingly before he slumps on the couch next to him and puts his feet on Derek's coffee table, limbs akimbo, loose and long.

“Sexy polyglot,” Derek repeats, raising an eyebrow, and pushing Stiles' feet off the table with his own.

“Yeah, you know, sexy man of many languages.”

“I know what polyglot means,” he replies.

How to Mostly Fail at Wooing Your Grumpy Next Door Werewolf: a comprehensive guide by Stiles Stilinski by crossroadswrite | 4.2K

Stiles peers down at the next profile sees a picture of a man glaring at the camera, ears red and big frames slipping off the bridge of his nose.

Derek ‘bunbuns’ Hale. 25. College student. Likes to take long walks on the beach, shirtless and on a horse and to be a buzzkill that should just get laid.

Que Dis-Tu? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 2.5K

What, are you gonna tell me you know Russian next?!” Stiles demanded, flailing one arm, other hand still closed around the spine of his book.

“I do know Russian,” Derek confirmed, still looking confused.

Stiles dropped the book so he could flail both arms in the air. “Of course you do! Why wouldn’t you know Russian?!”

Endearments and That by WhenOopsMetHi | 2.1K

Some days Stiles simply can't go on, it's a building pressure, constant and painful. But then there's Derek, with his croonings and sweet words and endearments and that. And Stiles thinks, maybe, with Derek beside him; he could do this.

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, blizsquees!

For @blizsquees. Merry Christmas Bliz! May it be filled with much love, laughter, and Sterek :)

Read On AO3

*****

A Courting We Will Go

Erica hands Derek his wolfsbane laced beer and plonks herself down next to him on the bench.

“Have you asked him yet?”

Derek groans, running his hand down his face. “No, Erica.”

“Why not?”

“None of your business.”

“Actually, it is my business. You’re my Alpha, he’s my Emissary. Or he would be if you just freaking asked him!”

Derek grumbles at his beta. “It’s not that simple Erica! There’s a process. I essentially have to court him. I can’t just walk up to him and say, “Yo Stiles! Wanna be my emissary?”

Erica looks at Derek with wide eyes. “You have to court him?”

“Kinda. It's not an overly lengthy process, but I have to make my intention known by bringing him a hard to get spell ingredient, preferably one he needs and then it goes from there.”

“This is perfect!” Erica jumps up from her seat and throws herself into Derek’s lap, both of their beers sloshing out the top of the bottles. “You can court him as your emissary, AND as your loverboy.”

“WHAT??? NO ERICA that’s not …”

“You’ve been pining over Stiles for months, if not years! You can woo him to because our Emissary, and woo him into your bed!”

“I have not been pining!”

Boyd and Isaac walk out of the house and down the back stairs. Isaac snorts. “You so have been pining.”

Boyd nods. “It’s pretty obvious too. Scott noticed.”

Erica starts to cackle. “And he’s a dumb as a box of rocks! Come on Der, you can combine the two! MULTITASKING.”

Derek looks at his betas. “OK. Maybe I have been pining, But it doesn’t work like that. I can’t woo him as my emissary and mate at the same time.”

Boyd shrugs. “So pick one.”

The betas look at their Alpha expectantly. “We’ll go with Emissary first. We need an Emissary.”

Erica looks disappointed. “Can’t you woo him as your mate first? I don’t want to have to endure the pining until after the Emissary wooing is finished.”

Derek sighs. “Be patient sheesh. I’m going to go talk to my mom. You two make sure that Erica behaves.”

Derek gets up from the bench and climbs the stairs to the house. As he shuts the door he hears Isaac whisper, “I can't wait for them to bond, they're so good for each other."

*****

Derek runs over to his parent’s house in the preserve. As he breaks through the treeline he sees his mom Talia waiting on the porch.

“Hello Bun, what brings you over here today?”

Derek runs up the stairs and pulls his mother into a hug and gives her a squeeze. Talia laughs and hugs her son back giving a squeeze of her own.

“You seem happy! What’s gotten into you?”

Derek pulls away from the hug. “I’m going to start the Emissary courtship with Stiles.”

“Oh, darling heart that’s wonderful! You’re here for some information?”

Derek nods, following his mother into the house. The scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and ginger is rich in the air along with the fresh pine from the real Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room.

Once in the kitchen, Talia pours Derek a coffee and one for herself. “So Bun, what do you want to know?”

Derek savours the flavour of the coffee and takes another sip before answering his mom. “Everything. I think I remember the steps, but I don’t want to mess this up.”

“Tell me what you remember then.”

“So the first step is the initial gift of getting something Stiles needs that’s hard to get. Then if he accepts that gift then the next gift is a copy of the latest bestiary. Then lastly I offer myself as his Alpha.”

Talia smiles at her son. “Good memory Derek! So you need to think of what to get Stiles, my suggestion is to look at his style of magic and get himself that will enhance that. While you do that I’ll make sure Peter has a Hale bestiary ready for the next step. This is so exciting Bun!”

Derek nods slowly as he downs the last of his coffee. “It feels like a long time coming. I mean, my betas say it’s a long time coming.”

“They probably thought that you would have at least asked Stiles out on a date by now.”

“MOM not you too!”

“Oh please Der-Bear, you have never been subtle when you are enamoured with a young man or woman. I’ve seen how you look at him, stealing glances when you think he’s not looking, smiling when he laughs even though you have no idea what he’s laughing at. But I’m glad you are going down the Emissary route first though. It will make your relationship so much stronger once you get together.”

“You seem awfully sure he’s going to accept my gift and then when I ask him out.”

“Bun, I’ve seen how he looks at you too. Now. What are you going to get for your first gift?”

*****

Derek pulls into the parking lot of the vet surgery just as Alan Deaton is about to lock the door for the evening. Alan holds the door open until Derek has entered, closing and locking the door after the wolf.

“What can I do for you, Mr Hale?”

“Sorry I’m here on closing Dr Deaton, but I won’t take too much of your time. I just wanted to ask you the best way to get all the different strains of wolfsbane. Is there a one-stop-shop or something?”

“Let’s take this conversation out the back Derek.”

Deaton lifts the bench to break the mountain ash line and leads Derek into the back office. “Back to your question, there is a one-stop wolfsbane shop actually. But it’s in Argentina.”

Derek’s face falls. “Oh.”

“I’m going to take a guess and say that this is for the first Emissary gift for Mr Stilinski?”

Derek nods.”Not only would it be helpful for the pack, but I think Stiles would love that.”

“I agree. I'm going to give you the name of the Emissary of the Garcia pack. Her name is Este. Not only does she have all the strains, but she’s the only person in the Americas who has a surplus of seeds. If you explain why you want the wolfsbane, and talk some about Stiles, I think she might send seeds too. That’s a mighty fine first Emissary gift.”

Deaton pulls out his address book from the locked bottom drawer in the drug cabinet and a piece of paper from the top of the desk. He writes down Este’s name and her contact details and hands the page to Derek. “Good luck Mr Hale. Stiles will make a wonderful addition to your pack. I believe your wolf and his spark are going to meld very well together and be a very powerful addition to the Hale pack.”

Derek holds the page in his hand gently as if it will shatter. “Thank you, Dr Deaton. I appreciate the help.”

The vet guides the wolf out of the building and closes and locks the door behind Derek. He waves and walks into the now dark office.

Derek walks to his car and pulls out his cell phone. Punching in the number he takes a deep breath and waits for the call to go through. There’s a click.

“Buenas tardes este es Este.”

“Hola, mi nombre es Derek Hale, soy uno de los Alfa en Beacon Hills. Quería hablar contigo sobre tu colección de matanza de lobo, ya que estoy planeando mi oferta de Emisario.”

*****

A week later Stiles Stilinski is in the kitchen of his family home preparing his homegrown vegetables to accompany a large roast beef that is already in the oven. His babica sits at the dining table laughing at her grandson as he tries to chop a carrot while shaking his backside to the music playing from the Bluetooth speaker.

A knock on the door startles Stiles as he’s about to begin chopping another carrot. “Babica can you get that for me? I’m covered in carrot guts.”

“Of course Mischief. For you my boy.” Gabriela Stilinski gets up from her chair and shuffles towards the front door. Opening the door widely she sees a nervous Derek standing there clutching a strong wooden box.

“Derek Hale! My goodness, you have grown up very very handsome. Isn’t he handsome Mieczyslaw? Come! Come!”

Looking like a deer in headlights, Derek walks into the house as Stiles is walking out of the kitchen wiping off his hands on a tea towel.

“Hey, Derek! What brings you here?”

Stiles throws the teatowel back into the kitchen.

Derek takes a deep breath. “Mieczyslaw Stilinski. With this gift, I offer you a place by my side. As my equal. As my partner. As my Emissary. Together we will guide and strengthen our pack, defend our territory, and support our allies. What say you?”

Derek holds the box forward, offering it up to Stiles. The Spark slowly lifts the lid and sees the perfectly wrapped strains of wolfsbane, as well as the numerous packets of seeds. Stiles gasps and runs his fingers over the top of all the packages. Taking a step back he looks up at Derek.

“Alpha Hale. It is my honour to accept your offer, both the gift and place by your side.”

Derek releases the breath he didn’t realise he was holding. “Really?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Of course Sourwolf! We’ve always been a good team.”

Derek places down the box and sweeps Stiles up into a hug. Stiles returns the hug eagerly while Gabriela claps.

The men pull away from the hug, Derek squeezes Stiles’ arms. “Your family is invited to our home for dinner on Sunday night to finalise the next steps of our joining.” Turning to Gabriela, “I’d love it if you came as well babcia.”

Stiles smiles brightly. “We will all be there. Dad isn’t working this weekend.”

Grandma Stilinski steps forward and grabs Derek’s arm. “You must tell us what to bring Derek, we must celebrate!”

*****

Sunday morning, Laura and Cora find Derek pacing the kitchen while the brand new Hale bestiary sits on the kitchen bench.

Cora rolls her eyes at her older brother. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor boofhead. What’s got you so worked up?”

Laura raises an eyebrow. “Are you freaking out about tonight? It’ll go smoothly bun. It did for Lydia and me, it will for you and Stiles too.”

Derek stops pacing and looks at his sister in a panic. “What if he backs out?”

Talia sweeps into the room after her daughters. “He’s not going to back out Bun. He’s been telling everyone who will listen how excited he is. This is a big moment for both of you! Now, time to stop freaking out and bring yourself and your stuff over the main house to get ready. Everyone is aiming to be there by 5 pm so we need to get cracking.”

Laura goes upstairs and grabs Derek’s duffle and suit bag and brings them out to the car. Cora follows her out of the door leaving Talia and Derek alone in the kitchen. “My son, look at me.”

Derek looks at his mother, eyes filled with uncertainty.

“Stiles is just as nervous as you sweetheart. Claudia called me earlier laughing because Stiles had the hiccups for an hour. She said that he was scared you would change your mind.”

“I would never mom. He’s it for me.”

“As your Emissary? Or your mate?”

“Both. But I don’t know if could only having him as one and not the other.”

Talia takes her sons hands and gently squeezes them. “My boy, you have nothing to worry about on either count. Trust your mother. Forge your wolf’s bonds, then let the other happen naturally, and they will happen. But one thing at a time hmm?”

Derek smiles at his mom and grabs the book off the countertop, and follows his mother out of his house and to the family car.

*****

The grandfather clock in the hall strikes five, and the entirety of the Hale pack and Stilinski family sit in a circle in the backyard of the main Hale house. There are lights strung through all the trees, the aroma of cooking meat dances in the air, and the excited chatter of the families dulls down after the final clang of the clock.

From either side of the circle, Derek and Stiles make their way through their pack and meet in the middle. Derek is holding the new bestiary in his hands.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski. To further our bond as wolf and spark, I offer you the complete history of the Hale family and our knowledge of all supernatural lore. Our bestiary is yours, guard it with your life and power, this knowledge not to leave our pack.”

Stiles opens the front page of the bestiary where Derek has put a singularity claw mark in the front cover. Closing his eyes, Stiles places his right index finger onto the claw mark. “My spark and your wolf, together as one.”

The page glows as magic inscribes into the paper the mark of the Emissary. Talia comes and takes the book from Derek and goes back to her seat. The men take a step closer.

“As our final step towards our joining, I pledge myself as your Alpha. To support you at all times. To protect you at all times. My wolf. Your spark. Our pack.”

Derek tilts his head to the right exposing his neck to Stiles while several people in the audience gasp. Stiles runs his hand down Derek’s neck and stops when he can feel the wolf’s pulse under his thumb.

“My spark. Your wolf. Our pack. I pledge myself as your Emissary. To support you at all times. To protect you at all times.”

Stiles squeezes Derek’s neck then removes his hand. Bearing his neck to Derek in return he whispers, “My Alpha.”

Derek lunges forward with fangs bared, pressing them gently into the pale skin of his Emissary. With the tips of his fangs touching the skin, the bond is completed, power surging between the wolf and the spark. Erica, Boyd, and Issac leap from their seats and howl in happiness as they feel the pack bonds strengthen and Stiles bond snapping into place with theirs. The rest of the Hale family then join in, howls ringing out into the night, the Stilinskis cheering and clapping.

As the howls quieten, and the wolves calm, Derek and Stiles are still standing in the middle of the circle, heads bowed, both men smiling widely.

Stiles breaks the silence. “Would it be too soon to tell you that I love you?”

Derek looks at Stiles in surprise and bursts out laughing, pulling Stiles into a hug. His laughter dies down and he looks in adoration and his Spark. “Not too soon at all.”

“Good. Now kiss me Alpha.”

Derek’s smile brightens as he tips Stiles chin gently and places a delicate kiss on his lips. “My Emissary.”

[seostudios]

tension - j.wy

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dry humping. dom!wooyoung, teasing, fingering, name calling, oral (giving), blow job, exhibitionism

word count: 1k

synopsis: road trip with the boys sounded like a great idea until you were one seat down.

a/n: love reading smut but when it comes to writing...not so well...

"get in get in!" hongjoong calling to you and wooyoung who were still at the door. wooyoung just needed help with his shirt which was running you two a little late to the car. the eight boys finally got a few days off and they wanted to go on a road trip. of course they invited you as you were a good friend and wooyoung's spouse. "coming..!" you yell over to the car dragging wooyoung; who's top was unbuttoned as you told him you could help him in the car. there was only one seat left and you didn't complain and gave the seat to your boyfriend as you straddled on his lap. you weren't going to sit like that the whole ride you just wanted to help him out with his dress shirt. leaving it a little unbuttoned. "there you look fine." you said patting his chest smiling down at him. you watch as he unbuttons a few buttons almost all. you sigh and laugh looking at yeosang beside you two in disgust as he wasn't a fan of pda especially from other couples. "you don't need to wear revealing clothes to look appealing to your already whipped girlfriend woo" yeosang coo's annoyingly to his brother elbowing him slightly. you reposition yourself still straddled but more comfortably laying your head in your boyfriend's neck, arms wrapped around him as his hands were joined together on your back holding you in place. you two had a blanket you packed on-top of you two as you slowly dozed asleep. your boyfriend, yeosang, mingi, and seonghwa were busy paying attention to the mini television in the van as it was playing a movie. san and yunho were playing a game on yunho's phone. jongho was just talking to hongjoong casually. your still sleepy self woke up after a twenty minutes in to the drive, repositioning yourself you hips were suddenly grabbed harshly as wooyoung whisper's in your ear. "don't move" he groans in your ear. amused by how easily you managed to mess with him you look over to check on the fast asleep boys knowing you were in the clear if anything happened. slowly grinding your hips onto wooyoung he nips at your neck slowly using his hands guiding you. soon enough you were aroused yourself. wooyoung's hands slowly went under your skirt riding it up high enough to access the band of you undergarment. before going under he decides to tease you by pressing on your wet heat through your panties which resulted in you thrusting you forward whispering please quietly in his ear. after rubbing you through your panties he moves to under your band to touch your wet folds. "so wet for me already kitten" he growls in your ear as you nod eagerly "yes sir." he hardens at the way you called him sir tenting. he continues to play with your folds going to spread them placing two digits in you. you thrust your hips up trying not yo make any noise. soon going back down you allow wooyoung to piston his fingers in and out of you stimulating your clit with his thumb. going to attack his neck you suck on hi pale skin moaning into it as he nips at your earl lobe trying not to make noise himself. almost reaching your climax you clench around his fingers humming into his neck sucking on it. "release." he tells you in your ear you cum feeling the feeling of his fingers go away. he grabs a napkin from his backpack wiping you of your own juices. that was a good orgasm you think to yourself adjusting back your skirt. just as you two finished you play with hair combing it with your fingers admiring your artwork on his neck. "so pretty woo" you coo at him quietly ghosting your fingers over his neck and he flinches a little chuckling.

the van makes a stop. you guys arrive at restaurant. the boys began to wake up stretching. the door opens and you all begin to step out. "y/n-ah" wooyoung calls out to you before you get up. "i have a boner" he pouts telling you quietly. you sigh telling him you can fix that if he meets you in the family restroom after you get in, agreeing he walks out with you attached behind him trying not to make his tent obvious to the surrounding people aka his band mates, two of his managers and bystanders. the boys rush in with he staff running behind going off about some food. you and wooyoung go behind to the family restroom locking it. he grabs you by the back of you neck locking into a deep kiss. you wrap your arms around him reacting the kiss-play lasted about two minutes of both your tongues dancing in each another's mouth. you broke the kiss letting him attack your neck leaving little marks before you push him back as you move down a little to access his belt. undoing it along with his pant buttons enough to pull out his thick shaft pre-cum was just oozing out his tip as it pulsed. you kiss his length from the base to the tip glossing your lips in his pre-cum. you start giving him kitten licks to tease but slowly taking it whole as you suck hard bobbing your head slowly. he groans at the speed grabbing your hair pushing your head making your movements faster. "you look so pretty taking this cock whole" he tells you as he makes you deep throat his member. gagging you take it because it aroused you on how he took control. you knew he was close when he bobbed your head faster as he twitched in your mouth. "i-i'm gonna cum" he tells you as he does the next moment. filling your mouth with his juices. "swallow." he tells you looking down at you, watching you swallow his juices. licking your lips you stand and place a kiss on his lip, he fixed his clothes while you fix your now frizzy hair to a more decent look wiping off your makeup. "you look better without it anyways" wooyoung said noticing you sulking without your makeup. you two both meet the others at the table. "where were you two?" san asks wooyoung and you. "washroom." he tells san slyly watching your expression. "really? was the car not enough??" yeosang groans. one flushed face turned to two as you two weren't aware yeosang was awake. apologizing as wooyoung and the others laugh you look like a tomato with how embarrassed you were. wooyoung wraps his arm around you. "time to eat" he says cheerfully as you all dig in.

never ask me to write smut again ebuogfyudpsr;odkl

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— Fresh Start

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k oops

Characters: Hinata Shoyo, you (others briefly mentioned)

Summary: Moving away was hard; making friends, even harder. But maybe in your second year of high school, the universe finally decides to surprise you, with a familiar face from your past.

A/N: my first story on here woo hoo! also miss wordswithinmoments if you see this, this is Dei, writing about what we discussed in the server, hi!

        i’ll probably add a mini p2 to this lol

       edit: now there’s part a part two, not as short as i planned ahhaa

Moving away was not a thing you were a fan of. 

Having to move away at the age of 12, having to leave your childhood friends behind and start your whole life over again was hard. You had to enter a new territory and befriend people all over again, as if you hadn’t just gotten the hang of it. All these years spent on making friends, genuine friends, all gone to waste now... You were upset with your mother the day she announced the news and  you wouldn’t talk to her for a week straight. 

Sure, it was all hard on you, but not impossible.. All it took was about two years or so, right? But when your mother came into your room one day, claiming she had big news, only to let you know that you were moving back to Miyagi... Saying you were pissed off would be an understatement.

And so here you are, transferring high schools at the beginning of your second year, missing your few trusted friends back in Tokyo; there’s nothing you can do about it. As you sit in silence, you fear the teacher will start the school year by announcing the newest addition to students, and she proves you right in record time. You get up from your seat at an awkwardly fast pace, blurt out your name and your old school, gaze fixed on the board, not meeting a single student’s eyes. As the chants of “Welcome!” die out, you hear a voice, awfully familiar, speaking out your name. From where you’re sitting, you can see the back of their head, whoever it is. Messy orange-ish hair, shining a bit too brightly when the sun ray hits it just right. You try not to dwell on the person and focus on your class. And so goes the time until lunch break.

So far everything is going smoothly, people sitting nearby make small talk with you out of courtesy, until the said familiar voice yells out your first name. “Is that really you?!!!” It’s more of a exclamation than a question and when you meet the person’s gaze, you can see why.

He hasn’t changed at all, is what first comes to mind. His hair is wilder and fluffier for sure and his face seems to be beaming with life and energy, as always. He has grown, as expected, but not any taller than you. This gives you a short moment of pride. “Hinata? Is that really you or am I dreaming?” Maybe worrying too much about making friends was unnecessary because the universe decides to give you your closest childhood friend back in the form of your classmate. And with that, you two start to catch up. He tells you all his volleyball adventures he has experienced last year, from the tournaments to the players they’ve faced. His speech is as fast as always and he can’t seem to sit still. Always making a gesture here and there or jumping around, making impressions of some of his team mates. His eyes beam with so much life and passion and his smile is so bright, it’s hard to keep your eyes open as you listen to him. You can clearly see how much volleyball means to him. “Oh and there was this Tokyo team, our school’s -Karasuno’s- fated rivals! You should’ve seen them! At first impression, there may be nothing eye catching about the way they play but Kuroo-san has this Coolest speech about being the blood stream and delivering the oxy-“ You interrupt him without realizing. “Kuroo as in Nekoma’s former volleyball captain, THE Kuroo Tetsurō? The emo with the dumbest hair style ever?” To your words, Hinata tilts his head in confusion. “Yes, do you know him too?”

Okay, maybe such things as fate and destiny do exist after all, you think to yourself. “Well, you see in Tokyo I was attending Nekoma High as well and knew him a little-“ “Then you must know Kenma too!” “Ah yes, I wasn’t very close to them. I guess, Kenma and I bonded when I scolded Lev few times and called Kuroo out on one of his embarrasing speeches.” “Oooh, were you their manager then? But no, I would’ve seen you at the matches. Oh! Maybe you were in the girl’s volleyball team?” The latter question leaves a sour taste in your mouth. “No, I met Kuroo first. I was taking advance biology classes, was close with the chemistry teacher and I would spend my time in the labs to study. You could say we met in the labs one day, through lame science puns and all that. We would study or look things up together from time to time. I went to their training sessions once in a while to drop a text book or notes, and some days I just stayed there to watch them.” Hinata seems content with your answer but from the way his eyes shine you can tell a few more questions are forming in his head. Before he can open his mouth, the bell rings, signaling the break is over and you both go back to your desks. You let out your breath in relief. From then on, you two spend more time together and meet some of his friends from the team. Yamaguchi and Yachi are easy to befriend and you hit it off with them so easily. Though cold, you and Tsukki are civil with each other but he always acts like he knows things about you that no one does, and it makes you a little nervous. Kageyama seems like the polar opposite of Hinata at first yet after seeing their exchanges with each other, it’s easy to tell how alike the two are. Their upperclassmen are easy to converse with but you avoid the gym like the plague so you don’t see them much.

And then comes the day Hinata, as Tsukki likes to say “uses his brain” and, asks the dreaded question. “How come you always leave the gym at first chance when P.E. class is over? You never come to my practice matches either! Something always comes up, as you like to claim.  And when I talk about the matches and what happened during them, you never seem to listen to me. It’s like your attention suddenly goes... Fuaaah!!” He raises both arms frantically as he says the last bit.

The Sour expression on your face tells it all but he is eager to hear you say it, or maybe he can’t exactly read your expression. It must be the latter, you assume. “Bad memories.” You just murmur. 

“How come? You said you haven’t been to Karasuno until this year?”

“Bad memories regarding volleyball.” He furrows his brows at this. He has this determined look on his face again and you give in, decide to tell him what happened before he can pester you.

“It’s just... So you see, in Tokyo I started playing volleyball.” You can see the gleam in his eyes at the mention of the sport. “It wasn’t connected to school or anything. More like an independent club. It was fun too... at first. One day, I got bad at the beginning of the practice and left in a hurry.” The concern forming in your friend’s face is visible.

 “I switched clubs after that. This one felt warmer but I could never play with confidence. I was always one step too late or not strong enough. I thought there was someone better near me to receive a ball or hit it. I felt weird practicing for spikes, it’s like, I was looking laughable and out of place while some of the girls looked... so strong while spiking. So two weeks before the final exams of my first year at Nekoma, I left that club too. These girls were practicing hard and with such great passion. It was a hobby for me, one I wasn’t even that good at. I felt like disrespecting them and their hard work, in a way. That’s why I sometimes get distracted when you talk about your matches too, Hinata, I am sorry.” You look up to Hinata after your last words, not knowing what to expect. He just stares at you, not radiating his typical sun shine, his expression unreadable. 

“Of course you Should be sorry!” He practically yells. You’re taken aback by this and take a step back on reflex. 

“I mean sure, maybe you don’t love volleyball as much as I do or the spikers you mentioned but didn’t playing give you joy?” Still shocked by his sudden outburst,  you silently nod your head. “Then this is enough of a reason for you to keep playing! You should’ve met our third years of last year. Not a single one of them are pursing a career in volleyball but this didn’t stop them from playing hard, putting their heart in the game and doing their very best! You belong as long as it gives you joy! You should’ve seen Stingyshima last year, all he did was talk about how this is just a club ‘is it worth doing all this for a club?’ Then he became the key player in our match against Shiratorizawa!” 

Hearing Hinata say all these things about the boy who is always reserved to himself is weird. Though watching him make a poor impression of him as he supposedly quotes him was funny. 

Before you can process his words further and think of a reply, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him. “Hinata, Wait! Where are we going?” you ask in wonder. He turns back to look at you and gives you one of his patented big smiles. Blinding you on spot, shining like the sun itself. No, even brighter than that. “To get a volleyball and have some fun!” 

All you can do is nod and let him guide you to the gym; fully trusting your best friend, eager to play for the first time in months.