#admins are speechless and yet laughing so hard

[redorich]

In the HermitCanyon au, How is my favorite Bee armored Admin doing? How long does it take for Xisuma to become.. aware of what is happening? For the first few sections it seemed like he was in a coma/unconscious. In the most recent bit Impulse tells Etho to get Xisuma, so at least theoretically he can now move, but how long has it taken him to get there, and where is he on the scale to full recovery? Are the other hermits keeping him safe with rabbit stew? (if they have rabbits that is...)

Part 2 of this.

Etho comes back twenty minutes later with a solemn look on his face. (At least, Puffy assumes. She can't actually see most of his face because of that mask of his.)

"X is in a bad way today," he says quietly. "I can take Puffy to him if you guys would like to stay here with Zedaph."

Impulse and Tango look nervously at each other. On one hand, they very much would like to stay with Zedaph, who is mostly healed but still very loopy and probably should not be moved. On the other hand, allowing Puffy deep into the Hermits' inner sanctum is a risk in and of itself, let alone with only one Hermit with her. Etho's a good fighter and a wily bastard, but Puffy is most certainly no slouch.

In the end, it comes down to trust. How much can they show Puffy before they can no longer trust that she won't snitch? How sure are they that she won't try to kill them all and steal their stuff?

"Tell Xisuma I said hi," Zedaph warbles from the bed in the corner of the room, out of any window's line of sight.

As Etho presses a button which removes a panel of the wall in a whir of piston noises, Puffy snorts out a little laugh. "I'll be sure to do that."

Tango nods subtly to Impulse. If Puffy brought Zedaph back to the canyon, saved him from a painful respawn, and didn't once ask for anything in return, then the Hermits can trust her at least this much.

Etho leads Puffy through a short hallway into a large circular room with a domed ceiling. The room is mostly quartz, though the walls are lined with sea lanterns and oak leaves. It’s beautiful. This place has been hiding under her feet this whole time?

“This is the Atrium,” Etho says, “or at least the main one. Come on, getting a mule will be more trouble than it’s worth if you’re not carrying anything.”

Puffy is speechless, utterly and profoundly, when Etho takes her through a tunnel on the opposite side of where she entered. It almost looks as though the tunnel here was carved by hand, then completely redone in dirt and grass and vines to give it a secretive, high fantasy look.

“Hey, Etho!” says a dark-haired man with a big smile as he comes trotting out of a branching hallway to the left. “Hey--” He catches sight of Puffy and his smile dissipates into panic. He shouts incoherently and dives back into the hallway he just exited.

“Hey Bdubs,” Etho greets impishly, then turns to Puffy. “Man, it’s like he saw a ghost or something. Maybe Mothman.”

Puffy bleats out a surprised laugh. Up ahead, she spots another Hermit lurking around the corner of the archway Etho is leading her toward.

“Etho,” says a tall blonde woman. “Cleo wants to talk to you about, er...” The blonde woman glances at Puffy. “Her thing,” she finishes lamely.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Would you mind telling Cleo so she doesn’t skin me alive?” Etho says sweetly.

The blonde woman snorts. “Face the music, Mothman. I’ll take care of Puffy from here. I assume you’re taking her to Xisuma?”

Etho wilts. Clearly, whoever this Cleo person is, she’s not someone to piss off. Puffy wonders what Etho did.

“See ya around,” Etho waves, somehow both cheery and morose at the same time, like a funeral for someone nobody liked. Puffy and the blonde woman watch him go.

“My name’s False, by the way,” the blonde woman says. “Thanks for the bandanna. Normally I’d be wearing it, but I just got back from beating up Iskall.”

The woman-- False-- laughs. Puffy is once again taken aback by the idea that the Hermits actually use the items that she makes for them. 

False takes off in a brisk walk toward the archway she’d come out of. Jumping a little bit at being torn from her thoughts, Puffy hurries to follow. It’s hard to keep up, since all Puffy wants to do is stare. She must be in the living quarters-- they let her in the living quarters?! Each door matches the high fantasy, underground sort of aesthetic, but a few doors are left open and each one is remarkably different on the inside. One room is built entirely out of red and white concrete, whereas another is Nether-themed with actual fire, and the room down the hall is entirely underwater!

One door is different. It’s got blue-purple banners along the frame, and when False opens the door for Puffy, she can see that the room is made of blackstone bricks. Maps of the Dream SMP line the wall, and in the center of the room there is a mildly ornate table made of warped wood.

At the end of the table in the back of the room, opposite the door, sits a trio. To the left, there is a plain-looking man with a beard and an “at” symbol on his shirt. He speaks in a Southern accent to a man on the right side of the table, who wears a red sweater and twirls a feather between his fingers like the cat that got the canary.

In between the two, at the head of the table, rests someone very unique. He’s obviously tall, that much is obvious even when he’s sitting down. He’s also got mesmerizing purple eyes which glow faintly against the dark of the blackstone. Puffy doesn’t know why, but she gets the feeling that they’re supposed to be glowing much brighter.

As taken by the man’s eyes as she is, Puffy doesn’t notice the non-invasive breathing tube the man also has (a cannula? She doesn’t know what it’s called, but that sounds right) until the man’s gaze falls upon her, still standing in the doorway next to False.

“Oh,” the man says. “You’re not supposed to be here. Welcome.”

False steps forward, breaking Puffy from her trance. “Puffy, this is Xisuma, Joe, and Grian. I’d introduce you to them as well, but... you know.”

“I don’t know-- oh,” Puffy says awkwardly, catching sight of the massive crochet blanket she’d made for the Hermit months ago, draped across Xisuma’s shoulders.

“Why are you here?” Grian asks with a tilted head. “No offense or anything, but I just lost a bet. I had three diamonds on Cub bringing you in here eventually-- he’s the one you usually meet at the barrel, you know.”

False interjects, “I didn’t bring her down here, it was Etho!”

“Shoot,” Joe says. “Cleo wins yet again.”

“It was Zedaph, actually,” Puffy says. All eyes turn to her. “I found him on the surface. He was really injured, so I brought him back here. Impulse and-- Tango? Yeah, Tango-- told Etho to take me down here.”

Puffy uncharacteristically twiddles her fingers a little bit, feeling in over her head. “Uh, you know I’m not gonna tell or anything, so... Why am I here?”

The full weight of Xisuma’s piercing stare falls upon her. Even as fragile as he looks, even as strong as Puffy is, she feels a jolt of apprehension.

“You’d know more about the red vines than we do,” he begins. “Etho mentioned that they’re what hurt Zedaph; he’s mentioned them on multiple occasions, and never in a good way. How long do you think it would take for those vines to reach our village, and what do you think would happen once they do?”

“As far as we’re aware, there are several players who are proponents of the vines, and claim they originate from some sort of egg?” Joe adds. “I’ve had a hard time calculating how big of a mushroom we’d need to make an omelet out of the egg, but apparently most of my fellow Hermits do not in fact want evil eggs on their omelets.”

“And how come the End is inaccessible?” Grian cuts in with a whine. “I want my elytra.”

Xisuma huffs a laugh into the cannula. “As you can see, we have many questions which only a native Dream SMP player like yourself can answer. In the interest of keeping ourselves safe--” he trails off into a coughing fit.

Puffy bites her lip, feeling as though she really shouldn’t be seeing this. Joe rests his hand on Xisuma’s back.

“You give us answers, and we’ll give you diamonds, netherite, whatever you want. And when we move out-- well, it wasn’t much of a secret anyway-- we’ll offer you a safe place with us,” Grian speaks up on Xisuma’s behalf.

A thousand thoughts spin inside Puffy’s head. She feels like Dorothy in that tornado, and Grian’s offer is the Wicked Witch. “Did you guys really save Tommy’s life?” she finds herself asking.

The Hermits seem taken aback.

“The blond kid?” False asks. “Yeah, but he was unconscious the whole time. I think Scar told the kid to keep us a secret, but... I don’t think any of us expected that to actually work.”

Puffy laughs disbelievingly. “He’s the one person on the entire server who keeps insisting that you guys aren’t real.”

“That’s good to hear,” Xisuma says quietly. “Do you have an answer for us, or would you like some time to consider?”

There are a thousand and one variables Puffy needs to think about. What is Dream’s stance on the Hermits? Who will she be setting herself against by allying with the Hermits? What will Puffy have to expect, from both underground and surface-dwelling players alike? Which players can she take in a fight?

Fuck it, she thinks. “You’ve got yourselves a deal.”

Xisuma smiles. Despite his ill condition, she gets the feeling that this nice, mild-mannered man is far more dangerous than she could ever hope to be.

“I’m glad to have you on our side, Puffy,” he says. “Thank you for your help.”

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

'𝘛𝘪𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

Here is a little marriage one-shot with Kakashi x reader! It’s about tying the knot and the spicy times that come after the party~~ ( ´థ౪థ)

Always wear a condom kids.

Let’s have some FUN! Do not read of you are not of age!

>Admin 𝕋

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It happened. It finally happened. After three years of being engaged with her, they were finally able to get married and become official. The night was magnificent; everybody from the village was there to witness the occasion, and they were all happy to finally see the two lovebirds make their vows to each other.

Kakashi was the happiest of them all, though, when he saw (y/n) wearing her wedding dress. She looked simply ethereal to him, her hair pinned up and her make up enhancing her features to make her look like a goddess. When she walked down that aisle, Kakashi thought he was going to tear up(he did). Her smile was wide and her heart was spilling with affection, and Kakashi knew he was making the best decision he has ever made.

When the ceremony was over, everybody that was at the venue waved goodbye to the newlyweds, congratulating them and giving them prayers to a long and fruitful marriage, and Kakashi knew he wasn’t going to ever let her go.

Closing the door behind him, he focused his gaze to his wife, seeing her in her cute dress that she changed into for the ceremony, with it’s short pink skirt showing off her decadent legs. She wasn’t paying attention when he tip-toed to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and gasped, but giggled. She intertwined her hands through his and questioned, “What are you doing?”

“What? Am I not allowed to hug my wife?” him whispering wife into her ear made her feel a taut pull in her stomach, her neck going red.

“That’s sounds weird.” she muttered and Kakashi chuckled, kissing her neck, making her shudder. 

“It’s sounds perfectly right to me, Mrs. Hatake.” (y/n)’s heart grew in size with love and she turned around in Kakashi’s embrace, kissing him softly on the lips.

“So, Mr. Hatake, what would you like to do, now that we are officially married?” she asked, peppering his face with kisses between which each word. Kakashi smiled, rubbing her back.

“Oh, I have lots of ideas on what I want to do, but I’m more interested in what you want.” he told her. She tilted her head in thought before smirking up at Kakashi, giving him her best bedroom eyes. Letting hom go, she started to talked to the bathroom, whiling pointing to the bed.

“You go sit on the bed while I change.” 

Kakashi did as he was told and plopped onto the end of the bed, excited to see what she had in store for him. After a few minutes of shuffling being heard behind the bathroom door, (y/n) came out dressed in a white lace robe matched with a white laced bra and panties, most of her skin exposed for Kakashi to see. Her hair was down, surrounding and framing her face perfectly.

She slowly walked over to stand in front of Kakashi, her cheeks flushed, and Kakashi was struck speechless. Looking her up and down, he gulped down his arousal and nodded in approval. “You look amazing,”  was the only thing he was able to get out. She chuckled, swaying on her feet, and did a little twirl for him. Kakashi bit his lips to control himself.

“I’m glad you like it. I asked for help from Kurenai in picking it out, though she wasn’t too thrilled about it.” she explained, now playing with the strings on the robe. Kakashi grinned, then took the robe in his own hands, tugging her until she stood in between his legs and kissed her belly button.

“You made a great choice then.” he murmured to her, and placed open mouthed pecks on her hip bones. (y/n) sighed, rubbing Kakashi’s shoulders and back, egging him on. She then lifted up a knee to rub at his crotch an noticed that he was already hard.

Smiling, (y/n) moved him away from him slightly and pushed back so he was sitting further onto the bed, then proceeded to kneel above him, her knees on either side of his hips. She arched down and kissed Kakashi’s lips, opening his mouth up with her tongue to taste him, while rubbing down his muscled body, trying to memorizing everything with her hands alone.

He was doing the same, feeling every part of her body, the best part being her thighs. He squeezed when he got to them, leaving red marks, just like how she loves. 

Leaving his mouth she went down to his jaw then his neck then down his collarbone, leaving kiss marks in her wake. She could hear his breathy groans and her core was quaking with want; wanting to feel him in her, wanting to hear him scream her name. Lifting herself up, she undid her bra, letting it fall to the side of the bed, and she saw the pure need in Kakashi’s eyes, his pupils wide.

He immediately buried his face into her chest, his mind reeling from how good she smelt. Wanting to feel her, Kakashi flipped them and put her on the bed this top, with him on top. He looked down and saw how red her face was, and how turned on she looked for him.

Fuck.

It wasn’t fair.

It was never fair with her.

His member was already aching, he could feel the cloth of his pants straining against him, a wet spot showing up. He saw as she looked down and bit her lip as she stared at his rising cock. Growling lowly, Kakashi took her lips harshly, biting and licking. He placed his shaft against her core, and slowly moved them together in a languid motion. His smooth thrusts caused (y/n)’s mind to fill fireworks and her second heart to pound uncontrollably. 

She took her hand and reached in between them, and went under Kakashi’s clothes, trying to find Kakashi’s hard cock. When she did, she soon started to stroke him, fast and hard, just how he liked it. 

He was panting above her, his hot breath hitting her ear. Kakashi was trying to hold on, but she knew all of his weaknesses, and he was too far gone already to try to keep from cumming. But, within seconds, he was spilling all over her hand with a spine tingling shudder and a hitch of breath, his orgasm hitting him like a train. When he got over his minute high, he looked over to see (y/n) was licking up his cum from off her fingers, her face showing how much she loved the taste of it.

In seconds he was hard again, and ready to get to the main dish. Sitting up, Kakashi quickly took off her panties, and saw how soaked she was. Smirking, he lifted up a leg over his shoulder and lined up his member to her awaiting hole, but didn’t put it in quite yet.

(y/n) whimpered, “What are you doing, Kakashi, come on--”

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Kakashi teased, rubbing his shaft against her. She moaned, meeting his thrusts with her own.

“Please don’t make me it say it.” she muttered, panting. 

“I won’t know until you tell me, (y/n).” she sighed and groaned loudly at one particular shove.

“Fuck me, Kakashi, for God’s sake, fuck me!” she yelled at him. Kakashi smiled widely before pushing through her walls, moaning in the process.

“Fuck...You’re so tight for, (y/n),” he moved out then in again,”so tight.”

(y/n)’s dropped her head to the bed, feeling the way he penetrated her with practiced ease, knowing everything that will make her go insane. Slow then fast then slow, a pattern that was sure to make sure she becomes an incoherent mess.

Getting bored one position, Kakashi takes her leg down and turns her onto her stomach, still inside, and begins a shallow beat, trying to as deep as he can possibly go. He laid his whole body atop of her, while pushing deep inside her, listening to her cry and mewl out in ecstacy. Kakashi wrapped his arms beneath and held onto her tightly while one hand went lower and started rubbing her clit fitfully, going faster and faster and faster, and all (y/n) could do was lay there and take it.

“(y/n), I’m close..” Kakashi grinded out. 

“K-Kakashi....Me too...” she muttered into the sheet, only hoping Kakashi could hear her. 

With one last thrust, Kakashi sputtered and yelled out, spilling his seed inside (y/n). She climaxed a long with him, loving the feel of him orgasming insider, making her feel full. 

He was panting above for a few minutes before finally rolling off her, sweating. She giggled and kissed his cheek, still feeling the after effects of their love session. “Well, that was fun.”

“Really, that’s all you have to say?” Kakashi said, astounded. She full on laughed this time before getting up, and saddling Kakashi’s hips. He could feel  his semen leaking out of her.

“Well, I’m not really that satisfied yet, Mr. Hatake. Let’s go for another round.” she said, already feeling Kakashi responding to her seduction.

She was going to be the death of him.

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Tech Guy

Reid Garwin x Reader

Word Count: 3,826

Summary: After renting a laptop from your campus library, you run into a download problem. A call to Library Tech Services for help introduces you to Tech Guy. Good at his job, but with questionable people skills, you learn to work with him. It certainly helps that he has an attractive voice.   

This was not good, not good at all. It was less than an hour to midnight, the sun long since having set, and time seemed to pas faster, not slower, the later it got.

Now, you considered yourself to be pretty good with technology, perhaps not a computer genius but good enough to be able to troubleshoot most of your problems. It was pure bad luck that the night your capabilities failed was the night before you had an assignment due in Graphic Design.

Your own laptop had been ruined after an accident in the library had left the screen nothing more than a web of shattered fragments, but thankfully the library also carried laptops for checkout which saved you from having to fork out money that you didn’t have to buy a new one. You thought that checking out a laptop would be a quick fix to your problem, but you underestimated how high their demand was.

The librarian you spoke with at the circulation desk put you on a waiting list much to your disappointment and you left the building empty handed, unsure when one would become available.

The answer was six days later, the night before you had something due.

When they left a voicemail on your cell phone around seven o’clock to tell you that it was ready for pick-up, you immediately hopped on a bus bound for the library. The anxiety should have been somewhat alleviated because you could actually start to work on it now but when you got back to your dorm room and opened it up, another problem presented itself: the program you needed wasn’t installed.

Bad luck 1 – You 0.

Every time you tried to install it a message would pop up prompting you to enter an admin username and password in order to start the process. You had never seen that message before and innocently tried your own username and password. When that didn’t work, you tried three more times just to be sure.

Next stop was the internet, everyone’s favorite place to ask questions. You ran a quick search describing the problem and read through a couple of chat room threads. Disappointingly, nothing really applied to the situation at hand.

In hindsight, you shouldn’t have spent so much time trying to fix it because all that came of it was a lot of wasted time and you still hadn’t installed the program. You really didn’t want to take another trip to the library tonight if you could help it.

Frustrated and stuck you opened up the library’s webpage to see if there were any answers to be found. They didn’t but you did find the phone number for Library Tech Services, which was miraculously open even this late in the night.

Punching in the numbers you dialed and waited for someone to answer and when they did, it was short and to the point. “Library Tech.”

“Umm, hi… my name is y/n and I’m having an issue installing a program on my laptop rental.”

“Hmm. What’s the problem?” Again, not much to go on but the you could admit that tech guy’s voice sounded attractive.  

“Well. I clicked on the install button, but as soon as I did a message telling me that I needed admin permission to continue flashed on my screen.”

“Did you try your university username and password?”

“Yes.”

“Did you double check that you typed everything correctly?”

“Yes.”

“Did you try Google?”

“Of course, I did,” you answered with exasperation. He snickered and you felt your hackles rise. You called the number to get helped, not to get laughed at. Attractive voice be damned.

“I promise I exhausted every trick I know, I’m not stupid. But I do have something to finish tonight so if you can help me out here, that’d be great.”

For a split second you felt bad for being short with him but the aggravation was quick to return. He was the one providing terrible customer service… why should you feel bad calling him out on it?

He must’ve gotten the hint because he cleared his throat and started being serious. “The library puts restrictions on its laptops because they don’t want people downloading stuff willy nilly. What do you need to install?”

“Just Adobe Illustrator.”

You heard him typing on a keyboard in the background. “Sounds okay to me. I’ll just give you the admin credentials so you don’t have to make a trip over here tonight.”

You started to say thanks until you processed the end of that sentence. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”

“Normally we require people to come in person to fill out a form. Once the request is approved, a person is supposed to enter in the admin stuff, but I’m going to give it out over the phone to save you some time.”

His words left you speechless. You had no idea there was a whole process to do something so simple as install a program; you should’ve asked more questions before you walked out with it. It was a good thing to remember for next time. And the earlier guilt returned, too. He was being so nice now, bending the rules so you didn’t have to make another trek on the bus, which was quite frankly a gamble after dark.

You thanked him profusely, the tension draining from your shoulders. Once you told him the laptops id number and he was able to confirm that it was rented out to your account, he shared the username and password with you.  

With baited breath, you typed in exactly what he told you to and couldn’t help the happy noise that escaped you when it worked. It was impossible that tech guy saw your chair dance through the phone but he laughed again, making you question if he somehow knew anyway.

“Thanks, you’re a life saver!”  

He cleared his throat and said “Glad to be of service.” Then he hung up without another word.

You pulled the phone away from your ear and looked at it blankly. What the heck was that about? Thinking back on the conversation left you feeling very confused but you threw yourself into getting your images drawn up on Illustrator and soon lost yourself in the work.

You ended up staying up late well past your normal bedtime but the deadline was enough motivation for you to push through the drowsiness and yawns. Around 3:30 you finally finished and emailed it to the professor so you wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning.

Sleep came easy that night and you vaguely remembered dreaming about tech guy’s voice which was utterly ridiculous. He hadn’t even mentioned his name, for goodness sakes! Plus, he was so hard to read, bouncing between jerk and nice on a whim. Nope. You were not going to stoop to finding out who he was. Not a chance.

After yesterday’s incident, your first course of the new day was to go grab a cup of coffee. You weren’t an easy riser on a good day, even less so after being up until the wee hours of the morning and caffeine was going to be essential for powering you through your classes.

Your go-to place was a campus coffee shop two blocks down from your dorm. It was still winter but you found that as long as you bundled up, the walk over went quickly and the cold air worked wonders for organizing your thoughts. But the real reason it was your favorite was not its closeness, it wasn’t even for the coffee; it was because of the heavenly pastries they made daily. The croissants, the eclairs, the danishes… they were all excellent. None was above their banana chocolate chip muffins.

A little bell chimed as you opened the door and the blast of heat from inside the shop felt nice against your chilled cheeks. The familiar worker at the register looked up and smiled when they saw you. “Hey, y/n! Should I start working on your cappuccino order?”

“Yes, please!” You approached the counter, removing your gloves to make it easier to take out your card from your wallet. A gleaming dessert case also caught your eye and you tried to glance over discreetly. As subtle as you tried to be, the cashier knew you too well after serving you for the past couple of years.

“Oh, sorry. We’re out those again.”

“Again?” you questioned sorrowfully.

He gave you a sympathetic shrug. “They’re very popular, they always go fast.”

It used to be that you could get your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin whenever you wanted one but the secret must’ve gotten out to the rest of campus because you’d struck out for the past weeks. With a dramatic sigh, you settled for a chocolate croissant. It was no muffin but it was something to tide over your stomach until lunch.

“You know,” you started conspiratorially, “How can someone be so talented yet stupid simultaneously? If that no-good-baker bothered to make more of them knowing how fast they sell, this wouldn’t happen.”

You had never actually met the baker that was the source of the yummy pastries. In fact, you’d never even seen him and only knew that he was good at what he did and that he never came out to the front of the shop. There was really no reason why you ragged on him that morning other than you had major plans for that muffin that now had to be put on hold.

The cashier chuckled as he rang you up and looked back at the door to the kitchen for a moment. “I’ll pass along the message.” He slipped the croissant in a brown paper bag and handed it, along with the travel coffee cup, over to you.  “Have a good day. See you next time.”

You accepted it with a “You, too,” and were out the door to catch the next bus to your class.

*** 

Later that week, you ran into a familiar problem with the laptop. This time you needed to add Photoshop but figured that it shouldn’t be an issue now that you knew the password. So when you typed in the exact same thing as last time and the computer told you it was incorrect, you dragged a hand down your face and groaned. Well, you weren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

Swiveling around in your chair you grabbed your phone and called the Tech Services line again. The only thing that would make this even better would be if tech guy answered again, that’s how your luck was going that week. And sure enough, “Library Tech Services.”

You refrained from groaning again. Out loud anyway. “Hi, it’s y/n again. I was the one who called about the admin credentials Monday night?”  

“What’s up?”

“I’m trying to install Photoshop right now and it’s telling me the username/password is incorrect, which is impossible because it’s what I used the last time.”

“Right. We had to change the password for our monthly maintenance, it’s a security thing.”

“You’re kidding,” you said surprise coloring your voice. “Any chance you can share the new one with me?”

“Technically, I wasn’t supposed to give that to you last time.”

It was time to turn on the charm and convince him like you managed to previously. As you pleaded with him to do you this favor he interrupted you.

“How bad do you need it?”

What was wrong with you that hearing him say that put your mind in the gutter? He definitely hadn’t meant it that way when he said it! He was much chattier this time around so you were able to appreciate his voice better and his voice just did it for you.

You cleared your throat. “It’s not an emergency this time, no impending next-day deadlines, but I do want to get working on this new assignment…”

“Okay, okay. You’re lucky I like you.” That was news to you because you didn’t get that vibe based on the last call. It was nice to hear though. Some clicks sounded from the other end of the line and you waited silently for a few moments before he was ready to say the new password.

“Whew, we’re good to go,” you updated him as the Photoshop installation started. Another moment of silence passed.

Finally, he said a quick, “Good.”

You weren’t caught off guard when you heard the click that signaled he had hung up. Unlike the last call, he hadn’t seemed rude and he did mention that he liked you. Maybe he was just an awkward sort of guy, despite his killer voice. That might explain why he worked an IT job, weren’t those kinds of guys supposed to have terrible people skills?

You worked with Photoshop for a bit and when you reached a good stopping point, you got ready for bed. That night you laid awake for a while, unable to drift off to sleep. Instead, you replayed the conversation with tech guy over and over in your mind.

He was very helpful when he wasn’t giving an attitude and he this was the second time he had bent the rules for you. That pesky word ‘like’ kept rattling in your brain and you started to wonder if that nice voice belonged to a nice face. Furthermore, was there a chance that he found your voice attractive as well?

***

Sunday morning on a college campus seemed like a smart time to visit the coffee given that most of campus wasn’t up yet, which increased the chances of you getting your hands on a banana chocolate chip muffin. Maybe even two or three if you were honest, to make up for the past several failed attempts.

The sun hadn’t been up long when you opened the door, the little jingling bell announcing your presence. A barrage of delicious aromas caressed your nose and to your extreme delight, one of the scents you detected was a banana-chocolate combination.

You walked up to the counter and the cashier smiled as he told you good morning.

“So… can I get three banana chocolate chip muffins?”

He merely smiled and started working on your cappuccino. “Of course. Reid just finished them so they still in the kitchen, piping hot.”

Reid must be the baker that was responsible for the muffins as well as responsible for never making enough. “Finally! This is a long time coming for me.”

“I passed him your message, I think he took it to heart.” He handed over the drink and turned to go to the kitchen. “I’ll be back with the muffins.”

He pushed the door open and for a split second you caught a glimpse of a side profile belonging to a blonde guy. He was too far away to distinctly make out any facial features but he had nice shoulders framed by his black tee and obvious blonde hair that was hard to miss. He looked cute to you, at least from a distance.

Those two details were the only things you took note of before the door closed, effectively blocking you from more staring. Too bad. It was totally ridiculous to think about but tech guy’s voice would be a good combination with baker guy’s looks.

You picked at the lid of the coffee cup while you waited for the rest of your order already anticipating how they would taste. Your plan was to only eat one this morning and to ration the rest, but you were honest enough with yourself to know that you might enter a feeding frenzy and have all three finished by lunch.

When the door opened up again your eyes searched for the seemingly cute baker but there was no sign of him. There wasn’t a chance to get down about it, however, because a smile lit up your face as soon as you saw the medium sized brown paper bag that held the muffins.

“Reid says these are especially for you,” the cashier said as he lifted the bag over the register.

You were quick to raise your hands to take it from him and made sure to thank him as you left, not questioning why Reid, a person you’d never met, would make a comment like that, figuring that he was referring to how you complained that the muffins were always sold out.

The morning air was especially cold as you trekked back to your dorm, your breath condensing into a fleeting, frozen cloud around your face and the only thing keeping your hands warm was the cappuccino you held between gloved hands. Still, the trip to the coffee shop was definitely worth it and you were hoping that it was a good omen to start the day off with.

***

Perhaps you were still experiencing the high of the morning victory at the coffee shop, but later on that night while you were working on homework once again, you started thinking about tech guy again. There wasn’t any need to call him; you now had both Illustrator and Photoshop on the laptop and there wasn’t anything else that you needed to install.

Still, you debated calling him. Not because you needed to but because you wanted to. Which was weird, even to you, but you had missed him the past couple of days, bad people skills and all. After the second call, you felt even more confident that he wasn’t as condescending a guy as you had first thought him to be. And you wouldn’t mind getting to know that awkward version of him better.

The hard part was you literally knew nothing about him other than he worked the night shift at the library. You didn’t have a name, a face, not even a work schedule to confirm whether he was working tonight or not. Reid must’ve been serious when he told the cashier those muffins were made especially for you because there had to have been a secret dose of recklessness mixed in there. How else would you explain this strange, and potentially creepy, call you were about to make?

The dial tone rang and you took a deep breath, not sure how this would turn out. On the fifth ring, someone finally picked up. “Library Tech Services.”

You laughed in relief. Tech guy was the on the other end of the phone. “Hey.”

“Hey, y/n. Having another crisis?” On one hand you felt a little embarrassed that you no longer had to say your name for him to recognize your voice but on the other, the possibility that he enjoyed talking with you, too.

“It may come as a surprise but I can get through a day without having a tech issue that needs solving.”

“Oh, really?”

“I swear.” You crossed your heart even though he couldn’t see you.

“Well, what do you want then?”

Time to be brave. “Actually, I called for you.”

“I would hope so, I’m the only who works this shift meaning I’m your only option.”

“No, um, I meant I wanted to tell you thanks for helping me out with installing that stuff on the laptop. You were a lifesaver.”

“I try.”

“Seriously! I definitely would’ve missed one graphic design deadline, potentially two if you hadn’t come to the rescue.”

That seemed to get his attention. “Is that your major? Graphic Design?”

“Yep. Don’t I give off bumbling artist vibes?”

“Hmm you seem pretty confident to me but there’s nothing wrong with that. My grandma was—” He started that sentence but abruptly cut off and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you saying I remind you of your grandma?”

“Shit,” he grumbled. “My friends told me to stop bringing her up when talking to hot people.”

“Don’t sweat it, she sounds like she was awesome so I’m honored. But back to the part where I’m hot… do you really think so?”

“Obviously. Do you think I hand out library secrets to every person who calls? Your voice is strong and you sound super smart so I tried my best to be cool with you.”

“Okay but future tip: hanging up on people and not telling them your name is rude, not cool.”

His embarrassment was tangible through the phone and you let him sweat momentarily before speaking. “Luckily for you, I like dorks such as yourself and am willing to look past it as long as I get your name.”

“It’s Reid. Reid Garwin,” he rushed to say.

Now that was interesting. You fell back on your bed, your brain trying to make connections. The name while not super common, wasn’t rare either and what were the chances that you met two of them on the same day. If Reid with the nice body and tech guy, er, Reid with the nice voice were one in the same, you wouldn’t be upset. Quite the contrary.

“Reid as in Reid who bakes my favorite sugar fixes on campus?”

“One in the same. You seen me there before?”

“Only once,” you reveal. “When I went to pick up some muffins this today.”

It was his turn to laugh. “Wait. Are you saying that you’re that customer who called me stupid the other day?”

“…Maybe.”

“They don’t let me out front cause I’m ‘too much’ for people but rest assured that the door isn’t that thick. I feel like an idiot for not recognizing that it was you though.”

The revelation that Reid was baking a tech hero, a winning mix by the way, thrilled you all the way from your head to your toes. At the moment you didn’t even care that he heard you calling him names at the coffee shop although you were sure the mortification would set in later.

“Would you like to go out sometime—”

“You do want to go out with me sometime—”

The two of you spoke at the same time and when you realized that the other had read your mind, you both giggled.

“After you,” you assured him.

“Shit, would you like to go out sometime? There’s a restaurant downtown that’s really good and I promise not to bring up grandma Garwin again.”

The plan was to pretend to think about it but your excitement overrode your brain and you said, “Deal as long as you promise to tell me more about her, not less.”

He started to answer you but stopped suddenly and you could vaguely hear him getting scolded by someone, reminding you that technically he was still on the clock.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, “The librarian on duty told me to stop flirting and get back to work. Stop by the coffee shop tomorrow though and we can talk more.”

You said your good-byes and rolled around your bed, the comforter thoroughly rumpled by the time you stopped. It seemed that your luck may be turning around for the better.

_______________

Thanks for reading my most self-indulgent piece to date. Also my longest! Reid may consider himself to be mister cool, but he is also an awkward bean who would make a great tech guy. It's also my first time experimenting with moodboards, let me know what you think :)

[txt-fic-recs]

hiii admin!! ty for all your posts and hard work ^^ also could u post some beomjun/ yeongyu angst with happy ending, slow burn fics?

Hi! I have a few already posted on the blog, if you want to look through it. Here’s a few more:

from jupiter to saturn

Rating: teen

Pairings: Choi Beomgyu/Choi Yeonjun

Status: complete

Word Count: 19729

Summary: 

He's nice. Beomgyu is nice—he heard that many times, from his classmates, his friends, and now, his best friend. But Yeonjun never bothered asking what they meant, even if the curiosity lingered at the back of his head.

Is he nice in a way that leaves Yeonjun wondering if he's been missing out on all the times he purposely stepped over the opportunities to talk to him? Is he nice in a way that leaves Yeonjun so speechless that he couldn't say anything else—he's nice. Sweet and nice.

Nice had never been enough to say who someone is.

(Or: this is how Yeonjun falls in love with Beomgyu—season by season.)

let's fall in love for the night (and forget in the morning)

Rating: teen

Pairings: Choi Beomgyu/Choi Yeonjun

Status: complete

Word Count: 18886

Summary: 

The probability of crossing paths with the one who makes your heart ache, the one who makes you want to risk everything — the chances are infinitesimal in such a large city like Seoul. Beomgyu doesn't believe that he'll find the one for him. Nor does he actually want to find them.Until a stranger with bright eyes and an even brighter laugh leaves him chasing after all the what-ifs.

can i go where you go? (can we always be this close?)

Rating: G

Pairings: Choi Beomgyu/Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin/Kang Taehyun

Status: ongoing

Word Count: 26006

Summary: 

This is how Yeonjun falls in love: in years that go by, in grains of sand that trickle down from an upside-down hourglass, slow yet certain, steady but sure. Like the rain— a drizzle at first, then a downpour, and then finally, the storm. This is how Yeonjun falls in love: in between wishes that aren't his to make, in a parting gift for an eighteenth birthday that stretches past the night, and all the years that dwindle in between.

[magaprima]

Okay, so I was going to do a list of all the moment where Lilith was soft and emotionally vulnerable etc, but the list was surprisingly long, so I’m having to divide them into basically sub-genres. 

So behold, all the moments Lilith shows pure softness. 

1. When she creates a secret book club for the girls of Baxter High. She had so many ways she could have solved this problem with Roz, including just compelling the school to allow the books to be read. But instead she creates a Book Club that she leads, allowing girls to have a safe place to go, and to read and grow and develop their minds, and despite Lilith claiming she’s doing it to tear their souls apart, she never does, and she just has these flashes of delight at all the girls around her. Lilith is in her element in leading women to enlightenment.

2. When she was thanked for the first time ever. The woman has clearly never been genuinely thanked for her work/actions in her entire existence, or at least not for thousands of years, and Sabrina genuinely thanking her for her help really seems to effect Lilith, it stuns her and we see she is emotionally effected by it. And I think it’s the first time we see her physically soften. 

3. When she helps Dezmelda tell her story. Lilith takes the girls there to make a point about corruption within High Priests, but when Dezmelda finds it hard to tell her story, Lilith instinctively reaches out to put her hand on Dezmelda’s knee supportively and helps her tell the tale. There’s a lot of falseness going on in this scene, but her interactions with Dezmelda seem entirely genuiine and they are very soft.  She may be using it to her advantage, but Lilith clearly has genuine solidarity with a witch chased out by an abusive man, choosing to live in the woods rather than submit.

4. When she admits they’ve all done unspeakable things to help the ones we love. There is something very genuine in this moment, she avoids Sabrina’s eye and doesn’t have the same manipulative expression she usually does when encouraging Sabrina to do something. There’s an honesty here, Lilith recounting what she has done for love, and though it might not seem a typical example, this is a very soft moment, because we’re seeing how Lilith can be motivated by love in regards to the Dark Lord, as much as by ambition. 

5. Attending Theo’s try-outs and being genuinely interested. So she ensures Theo is allowed to try-out as part of her determination to have no gender bias at Baxter High under her rule, but there is absolutely no reason for her to attend the try-outs. She’s not required there as Principal, she has no idea Sabrina is going to be there, and whether Theo gets on the team doesn’t effect her...and yet she goes, and we see her actively look for Theo, following where he is. Lilith got invested in a student’s life and that is so freaking soft. 

6. When she’s watching the passion play. Seeing her past played out on stage, even if with Blackwood’s biased re-write, has Lilith revisiting her own memories and she gets so very emotional about her. We see her entranced, remorseful, broken-hearted, upset, she is near to tears the entire time, and if that’s not softness I don’t know what is. We see here that despite everything, despite what she does, what she’s been through or how old she is, she has not been as completely hardened as she likes people to think. 

7. When she loves Adam’s gift. She was not expecting to like what he had, she probably expected something twee, and yet with a gift that was not only thoughtful but was something that appealed to Lilith’s rage, he wipes away all her murderous intent. She was planning to stab him with a knitting needle two minutes previously and then with this gift and this action, she’s suddenly going to him and smiling. It shows us how the smallest action of kindness has such an effect on Lilith. 

8. After Adam tells her he loves her for the first time. He openly says I love you, admittedly he believes he’s saying it to Mary, but the declaration alongside the kiss just makes Lilith utterly speechless. She’s thrown by it which is just so incredibly soft; how is it that an ancient witch, the mother of demons, future Queen of Hell can be so thrown by a simple declaration of love and a kiss?

9. When she dances with him. At first she’s reluctant and slow to accept what she has to do right now, but the more the song carries on, we see in the background as Lilith lets him twirl her nad even bobs with the music herself. She starts loosening up, but I think it’s partly because amongst the crowd she feels no one is seeing her. 

10. The foot rub. When Adam is giving her a foot rub after the dance, Lilith is so relaxed, she’s so comfortable and at home with him and it’s so starkly different to how she was when she first met him only a few hours ago. And she openly admits ‘a girl could get used to this’ which is a very telling thing to say and is probably why Stolas squawked so angrily. 

11. When she admits Adam 1.0 was cruel to her. We never hear her talk about Adam at all, or the Garden, but she genuinely shares here (it seems to be taken that it’s Adam in the Garden she talks about since she speaks of him in the past tense and she says he was only ever cruel, yet she tells Sabrina that Lucifer used to be kind), she feels safe enough to share, and she’s so broken and upset as she does, showing us just how much of an effect her experience in the Garden has had on her. 

12. Touch Starved. When she leans willingly and so eagerly into Adam’s touch, so she can feel his hand on her cheek. She leans and rests against it and just shows how much Lilith does long for intimacy and love and security. Something she probably had with the Dark Lord originally but hasn’t for centuries. This is where we see that Lilith not only can be soft, but she knows she is, when she admits it to herself.

13. When she initiates the kiss herself for the first time. This is the very time we see Lilith be the one to initiate the kiss, when Adam silently asks permission and she grants it. But the way she leans in, what it means for her to grant consent, how different it is to when she’s being sexual in order to trap someone (such as Hawthorne or the Pizza Boy) and we see that when Lilith is being genuine, she is very soft and gentle. Surprisingly so. 

14. When she realises she doesn’t want to lose him. This is a key post-kiss moment, when he has his eyes closed and she doesn't so we the audience see how she’s looking at him, how she’s studying him, and we see the dawn of realisation in her eyes that she does not want to lose him, and there’s that soft intimacy of their foreheads touching, the comfortable closeness of it. 

15. When she gives Adam the ring and he agrees to set a date. She’s so enthusiastic here. Yes, there’s a need to get that ring on his finger to protect him from the Dark Lord, but she’s genuinely eager to do it. We see her being so open here. Wide-eyed and open. 

16. When he agrees. When he says yes to the ring and they kiss, she is just so excited to keep him, she is biting her lip barely able to contain her delight and she is at one of her softest moments here. Adam is seeing a side of Lilith no one else has ever gotten to so far. 

17. Engaged. When she’s basically engaged now and she recognises this, she just looks so full on fucking happy. She’s utterly delighted and she’s looking at him with actual adoration and that’s so freaking, freaking soft. 

18. When she’s being all domestic with Adam. This quiet morning when she’s doing all her Principal admin work and he’s sat with her and there’s tea and jam bread. It’s just so softly domestic and shows how easily Lilith does slip into that. 

19. When she agrees to skip work and spend the day with him. Firstly, the fact she actually debates being able to skip work, and then when she does it’s while looking at how tempting she finds Adam, she wants to spend the day the with him

20. When she laughs at him for suggesting Tibet then realises he’s serious. This is just so sweet and cute but also shows how comfortable and relaxed she is with Adam, and also how much she thinks about his feelings, enough to feel bad when she laughs at him when he was being serious

21. When she says she’ll think about it. She agrees to genuinely debate giving up the throne and crown to go to Tibet to live a life with a mortal. If that isn’t soft I don’t know what is. 

22. The pebble wish. When she makes a fucking wish on a fucking pebble like a fucking princess and smiles while she fucking does it and then fucking launches it while leanign against Adam with his arm around her waste like the fucking Queen she is. Sotfness Squared. 

23. The look of love. When she studies Adam when he’s not looking like you do when you’re in love, where you watch them when they’re not watching you, and she seems to realise herself in this moment just how much she loves him. SOFT. 

24. Romantic Meal. If you forget for the moment that it’s really the Dark Lord, if this was really Adam, Lilith is being so domestic yet again having a meal with him, smiling, complimenting his cooking...

25. Agreeing to go to Tibet. If anything is soft it’s Lilith smiling while she officially decides to give up her claim to the throne and instead run away for a life with a mortal. 

26. The Widow. Despite the sadness attached to this scene, I still think it’s very soft that Lilith chooses to take Adam’s ring and put it on her wedding finger. She marries him in death essentially. She chooses to consider herself his widow. And despite the tragedy of that it is also very soft. 

27. Keeping the ring on. Even when she crowns herself, she’s wearing the ring still, the fact she doesn’t take it off even to meet the Dark Lord or to attend the coronation, ah, so very soft. 

28. The prayer. When she’s being prayed to, Lilith is so emotionally effected by that. She is so touched by the sound of a coven of witches praying to her, considering her to be worthy of worship and seeing her reaction here shows just how much Lilith needs to hear she’s worthy and how much that prayer meant to her

29. Looking after Lucy. Lilith is very instinctive here, she reaches out for Lucy so naturally and holds onto her so naturally and doesn’t even blink at the fact the girl holds onto her and does, in fact, hug her back, holding onto her. She only stops when she consciously realises she’s doing it. And then there’s the fact she erases the horrible things Lucy went through so she only remembers being rescued. 

30.Ambrose’s enthusiasm. She gets genuinely and quietly amused at Ambrose geeking out rather than being annoyed, and it shows a softness that she appreciates and accepts his excitement over being in Hell. 

31. Being sympathtic to Sabrina’s loss. When Sabrina breaks up with Nick, Lilith offers sympathy but it’s when Sabrina isn’t looking at her that we see her genuine softness as she remembers what it is to lose someone you love and how ‘Queens aren’t allowed to cry’

32. When she fully commits to ruling beside Sabrina. This moment is so brief, and it’s when Lilith has come to totally accept Sabrina as Queen, which is a big fucking deal for Lilith, and even bigger deal? She’s happy about it. She talks about she and Sabrina ruling side by side for eternity, a glorious eternity, and she doesn’t hide how happy she is about that, she lets Sabrina see her happiness. This is just showing not only that Lilith can adapt her ambitions, but when she works with someone, if she believes there’s equality and respect she’s happy. And that’s why it made the next moment such a betrayal to her. But that’s a different post I already made ages ago.  

[girls-scenarios]

A Touch

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: Hello there, can I request a hogwarts Au fem! reader(Ravenclaw) x heejin (gryffindor) where heejin has a crush on the reader and they start dating after the reader has to help heejin with potions class Please and thank you!! ❤️❤️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I haven’t seen the movies in a hot minute, but I’m hoping to watch them during quarantine. That’s one way to spend my time, at least. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

You felt the heat on the back of your neck before you heard the bang. The heat made your skin tingle, and you ducked just as a loud BAM knocked you forward into your table. Behind you, a cauldron bubbled and spit, sending the failed potion spewing onto your robes. The hiss made you wince and jump up, slipping out of the robe before whatever had just exploded onto you could seep through the cloth. A curse lingered on your lips, your nose crinkling into a frown until a low, soft voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m so sorry! I must have thrown in the wrong ingredient!” A pretty girl in Gryffindor robes was standing behind the cauldron, her face smudged by her own explosion and her brown hair standing on end. Her lips were turned down in a pout, and you felt your heart skip before you shook your head, looking down at your robes instead. The potion, thankfully, hadn’t left any marks.

“T-that’s okay....” You trailed off, all the curses you’d thought of before disappearing and leaving you speechless. Beside you, your fellow Ravenclaw student Hyewon looked up at you incredulously, like she couldn’t believe you weren’t upset. You’d cursed at other students in potions before, but something about this girl made your heart skip a beat as she whined and wiped at her face, trying to explain herself to her partner, who looked just as shocked as everyone else.

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to explain yourself to Hyewon, because the professor cleared his throat loudly and stomped over to the offending cauldron.

“Miss Jeon Heejin, do you care explaining how you blew up a potion that is not meant to blow up?”

“I-I must have added the wrong ingredient,” Heejin said, bowing her head and clasping her hands together nervously. Right then, she did not look like a brave Gryffindor. Instead, she resembled a scolded puppy. Your heart went out to her, just as you remembered your classmates talking about her. Heejin, the girl who blew up everything she touched. You’d never been lucky enough to be in a class with her until this year, apparently.

“You have continuously messed up almost every potion we’ve made this year, how have you not learned from your past mistakes yet? Will it take blowing up this whole room for you to learn to pay attention and be careful?”

“I was doing better though! I hadn’t blown up anything yet this year.” Heejin gained some of her confidence back, straightening her shoulders before a well-placed glare from the professor made her slump back down again.

“You’ve gotten almost every potion wrong, not blowing them up isn’t something you should be proud of! How you’ve gotten this far in your wizarding schooling with skills like this, I don’t know, but I’ve half a mind to-.”

“Excuse me.” You butted in, surprising even yourself as you stepped forward. The professor stopped and turned to look at you, his eyebrows raising.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”

“I couldn’t help but overhear your lecture. If she needs help in potions, I would be happy to tutor her. After all, I am the top student in the class.”

Heejin’s eyes went wide, before a slow smile spread over her face. “Really? You’d do that for me?” Her happiness made you feel better about your very sudden decision, and you smiled, nodding your head as you folded your robe over your arm.

“Of course. If that’s okay with you, professor.”

“By all means.” The professor sighed and waved his hand. “Anything to keep her from blowing something up again.” With that, he walked away, and you held out your hand.

“I’m (Y/N), from Ravenclaw.”

“I’m Heejin, from Gryffindor.”

“I know,” you said with a smile, “you’re the one who blows up everything you touch.”

Her cheeks flushed at the nickname and she sighed, trying to run her hands the her now-frayed hair. “It’s not like I do it on purpose. I just can’t get the hang of potions. I’ve never been any good at it.”

“Hopefully we can fix that. Meet me here after dinner. I’ll get permission to use the room after hours and we’ll work from there. Sound like a plan?”

Her smile returned and she nodded. “That sounds great, thank you again!”

“No problem.”

As you returned to your seat, Hyewon wiggled her eyebrows. “Since when do you help the helpless?” She whispered, grinning, and you did your best to ignore her, turning your attention instead to your own perfect potion.

“That’s none of your business.”

-

When you met Heejin that evening, she’d cleaned up and somehow looked even prettier, the petite bridge of her nose visible without the presence of soot on her face. She’d washed her hair, and it now lay in waves down across her shoulders. Her Gryffindor robe was big on her, and you had a feeling that someone had let her borrow theirs, because hers had looked pretty messed up earlier. Still, she was smiling, and your heart skipped a beat as you walked up to her.

God. She was too pretty.

“Ready?” You asked, pulling out the key in your pocket, and she nodded, looking all too excited. It made you a bit nervous.

“I’m ready! How did you get them to give you the key?”

“I’m the best potions student in Hogwarts,” you explained smoothly, bragging a bit as you opened the door and let her inside. “They know I won’t mess anything up.”

“That’s impressive. Potions is really hard.” Heejin sighed as she sat down at the single table left with a cauldron, per your request, pressing her hands against the seat and swinging her legs. “There’s just so many things to remember and they all get jumbled up in my head. Same with all the stirring and the temperature of the fire.... It’s too complicated.”

“It’s a science.” You walked to the ingredients cabinet as you spoke. “Nobody ever gets it right on the first time. That’s why there’s so much damage control for the first years. But once you get it down, it becomes easier and easier. Memorization and confidence are key.” After a short pause to look at the list of ingredients for Confusing Concoction, you grabbed the things you needed and turned to her with a smile. “I’ll teach you how I do it.”

Heejin was a good student, despite her reputation. She watched and listened carefully and took notes with a sparkly red pen as you explained each of the ingredients in detail and what purpose they had in the potion. Although she was obviously nervous as she stood next to the cauldron, your reassurance that you were only handing her the correct things made her more confident, and she did as you told her, putting things in one by one and stirring the cauldron slow.

You were mostly just watching as she put in the last thing, put the movement of her wrist caught your eye. She was stirring faster. To make sure that you weren’t just imagining things, you watched a little longer. Sure enough, Heejin seemed to speed up with each stir, and you smiled to yourself. You’d found the problem.

“Okay,” you said, stepping forward and putting your hand on her wrist. She startled slightly as you moved behind her, and you realized belatedly that this was a pretty intimate position. Clearing your throat, you moved to the side a bit to give her more space, doing your best to focus on the potion instead of on how good she smelt. “I found your problem. You stir really, really fast.”

She blinked, but let you move her wrist slowly around the cauldron in a slight zig-zag pattern. “But all the ingredients are in, does the speed matter anymore?”

“It’s the most important right now. If everything mixes together too quickly, it can cause an explosion. For Confusing Concoction, you want to stir slowly and make the letter z. That’s what makes it thicken to the right consistency.”

“Oh....” She fell quiet until you took your wrist away, your throat dry. Without your hand, she continued to do the right motion, and a smile came to her lips. “That’s not so hard!”

“Nope. Not at all.” Once the potion was at the right consistency, you reached over to stop her wrist and smiled. “You did it. That’s Confusing Concoction, the very same potion you blew up on me in class.”

She blushed, but she was still smiling as she backed away. “Wow. I really did it! It didn’t blow up or turn a strange color or anything!” Her eyes were wide as she peered down at it. “How can you tell it’s ready?”

“Three things.” You pointed at how the potion stuck slightly to the stirring stick. “First, his potion is supposed to have this thick consistency. Almost like molasses or syrup.” Then you pointed to the clock. “Second, I know that it takes a certain amount of time to brew correctly. Third, the color is correct. Even one ingredient wrong would have made the color off. Since it meets all of those criteria, I have to say that you have successfully created Confusing Concoction.”

“You’re so cool,” Heejin breathed, and your heart skipped another beat. “This is great! I can’t believe I really did it! With your help, of course, but I’ve never done this well!”

You laughed, and wondered why you found her sheepish smile so adorable before reminding yourself to be a good tutor. “You’ll do even better by the time I’m done with you. Now come on, I’m going to get a sample of this to show the professor, and then we should clean up and get to bed. Oh, and I’ve got some reading material for you.”

When the two of you parted ways at the door, Heejin left you with a quick hug and a wave, and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

-

“How’s tutoring Heejin been? I’ve seen the two of you giggling together in the hallway. It seems like there’s a lot more than tutoring going on.” Hyewon cornered you one day as you parted ways with Heejin outside the Ravenclaw portrait (she’d decided to walk you back to your dorms, and you’d be lying if it didn’t make your heart skip a beat).

“Don’t be silly. I’m trying to make sure that she doesn’t blow us all up one day.” You tried your best to scoff like you would have before you met Heejin, but your heart just wasn’t with it. Plus, your heart was beating like crazy, and you were pretty sure your ears were red. Hyewon just smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“But you like her.”

You swallowed and ducked around her, her heart shuddering in your chest. You couldn’t even try and deny it anymore, but that didn’t mean you were confident enough to say it. Not when Heejin looked like a cute, confused bunny, or when her smile was as radiant as the sun.

“Shut up,” you said, for a lack of anything else to say. Hyewon just snickered and followed you inside.

-

Heejin had slowly wiggled her way into your heart with her cute smile and her soft hair and her scrunched up nose when she concentrated. The tutoring sessions were still tutoring, you still taught her potions and answered any questions she had, but there was more... talking. Getting to know each other. Smiling and laughing.

They’d turned into something you looked forward to at the end of the day, and you wondered if Heejin felt the same way.

One thing was for sure, though. She was improving in potions every day. Soon, she wouldn’t even need your help anymore.

And you weren’t sure what you’d do when that happened.

-

“Whatever you’re doing to help Heejin, it’s working. She’s improving exponentially.” The professor smiled widely at you, and you did your best to smile back. Usually, you’d love hearing teacher’s praise, but this time, you felt a sense of dread.

“Thank you, sir.”

“You know, if she passes this upcoming test, she won’t even need help anymore. We’re going to be brewing Draught of Peace, and if she can successfully brew that, she can brew anything!”

Your heart dropped. It was just as you’d expected. Your days with Heejin were coming to a close. But you smiled anyway, nodding as the professor looked at you. You couldn’t do anything to hurt Heejin’s grades.

“I’ll do my best to make sure she passes.”

-

This time of the year was always a blur, only made worse by your worry over what you’d do once your tutoring sessions ended. Before you new it, it was the day of the big test in potions, and you faltered at the door, not wanting to go inside. Was this what test anxiety was like?

“What’s wrong?” Hyewon asked sleepily, bumping into your back.

“I-I don’t want to go into class today.”

She frowned. “What do you mean? You’ll do fine, you’re the number one student when it comes to potions.”

“That’s not it,” you said, and she finally got it, letting out a little sigh.

“Oh, it’s Heejin.”

“Yeah.”

“Listen, you guys have gotten really close. I don’t think she’ll just drop you after she finally passes something in potions. She doesn’t seem like that type of person.”

“You think so?” You looked at your friend, feeling pathetic for being so scared, and she wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know so. And I’m never wrong. Now let’s get inside before we get points taken away for being late.”

The room was already almost full, only a few straggling students still missing, and you turned to look at Heejin before you could help yourself. She was studying the notes she’d taken with you the day before, her nose scrunched up in concentration, but when you looked up and locked eyes with you, she smiled.

“Good luck,” she said softly as you passed, and you couldn’t help smiling as well.

“Good luck to you too.”

As you reached your seat, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You were the best potions student in the school. You had no reason to be nervous. You could do this.

When you opened your eyes again, the ingredient cabinet was open, and you were in the zone. You didn’t think about Heejin, even as much as you wanted to. You focused on your own potion until it was done, then sat back with a sigh and a little smile.

You’d done it.

Then you heard an excited yell behind you, and you turned around to see that Heejin had done it too. Her face was flushed from excitement and she’d smudged something on her face, but she’d finished the potion. And she hadn’t blown anything up.

“Very good, Heejin,” the professor said with a smile. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you!” She beamed from his praise, almost glowing as she stepped away from her table, and you couldn’t look away. Not even when she turned and locked eyes with you, or when she began to walk around her table.

The next thing you knew, your arms were full of one Jeon Heejin, and she was hugging you tight. She also smelt distinctly of vanilla and flowers, and you wondered for a moment if her lips would be as soft as her face was against yours before she pulled away and you snapped out of it.

“I did it! And it’s all because of you!” She was still smiling, holding onto your shoulders, and her smile was too contagious not to smile back, even if you felt a little sad as you did.

“It was your hard work and willingness to learn that made you succeed. I just helped. I’m proud of you.” At your words, the tips of her ears colored pink with pleasure and she glanced down, uncharacteristically shy.

“Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course.”

It wasn’t until class was ending and everyone was moving towards the doors that you had the courage to tell her. Swallowing, you patted her shoulder and put on a fake smile. “Congratulations again. I was happy to tutor you.”

She smiled, but then it faded a bit as your words sank in. “What do you mean by that?”

“The professor said that, if you passed this test, you wouldn’t need my help anymore. But I had a lot of fun with you, and I’m proud of how far you came.”

“Oh.” Her face fell and you wanted to cheer her up, to hug her, to do something, but one of her friends came to her side, whining about how hard the test had been, and she cleared her throat. “Um, I had fun too. Thank you again. I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” you said, giving her a little wave. “See you around.”

You turned to watch her walk away once you were outside the classroom, and Hyewon sighed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I couldn’t.”

“But you guys obviously like each other. Come on, I could have cut that tension with a knife.”

You turned away, clutching your books tighter. You didn’t know why you hadn’t said anything, but the words just hadn’t come out. All you could do was shake your head at Hyewon and say “I know.”

-

Once the evening rolled around, you found yourself restless. Laying in bed didn’t seem right, but neither did doing homework, and eventually you grew frustrated with distracting yourself and stood up, throwing on your shoes and heading out of the dorms. You no longer had the key, but you figured a walk to the potions classroom might help you feel better.

As you approached, you saw a figure sitting outside the doors, her head leaned back against the wall. Your heart stopped and, for a moment, you stopped too. Could it be? When you started walking again, your heart was pounding in your chest, the beating only getting faster as you got closer and the figure turned to look at you.

It was Heejin. And she was smiling.

“I was hoping you’d come.”

You found yourself smiling as well as you shoved your hands into your pockets and stopped in front of her. “Sorry, I don’t have the key,” you said, even though you knew that wasn’t what she was waiting for. Sure enough, she just laughed before standing to her feet.

“I really like you, (Y/N),” she said bluntly, and your heart did a back flip inside your chest. So this was the brave Gryffindor that had been inside Heejin this whole time. “And I don’t want to stop seeing you. Even if it’s not tutoring, I want to be around you.”

“I like you too,” you admitted, relieved to finally have the feelings off your chest. You felt giddy and nervous, yet it was so right at the same time. “And I don’t want to stop seeing you either.”

“Good.” She stepped closer to you, her eyes sparkling in the candlelit hallway. “Then let’s date.”

“Okay.”

You usually weren’t one to be bossed around. But this time, as you smiled widely and pulled your hands out of your pockets to reach out and grab her hands instead, you found you didn’t mind. You also found that Heejin’s lips were just as soft as her skin when she giggled and leaned in to kiss you, silently sealing the deal with her gentle vanilla-scented touch.

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The Immortal Water Pillar, Tomioka Giyuu

(Tomioka Giyuu x Mermaid! Reader)

Summary: Tomioka Giyuu, The Water Pillar has live long enough, more than you know... But how did that happen? Well, it all started when young Giyuu met a mermaid...

Admin's note: Hello again everyone! I came back and this time I'm with Giyuu content, hopefully this will turn out well... I'm actually nervous about this since this is adapted/referenced from Yaobikuni and because Giyuu ate mermaid (or merman aka reader's) flesh, he's definitely the oldest (and still the most handsome) Pillar in demon Slayer corps, I warn you, this'll be OOC and there will be GiyuShino here

TW: Mention of Giyuu committing suicide (Artwork does not belong to me)

Legend said that there is a woman who accidentally ate mermaid flesh...

She doesn't age and stayed like she was, young and beautiful, got married but then she became a widow, tired of living this life, she became a bhiksuni and travel around the world, and she died at age 800...

She might be dead, but mermaid's flesh did have a wonder for her... She can live for eight century, but in reality... Whoever ate the flesh will surely live forever or became an Immortal.

"Tomioka-san, you're not a human aren't you?" Shinobu said out of the blue, as she and Giyuu were sitting on the engawa while watching the full moon, the question definitely caught Giyuu off guard, he looked at the petite girl who looked at him with that typical smile on her face, but you could tell she definitely put Giyuu in position.

Giyuu remained silent as the night itself, he wasn't sure how to answer that.

Matter of fact, he is a human but...

"....."

"Tomioka-san, you should know that silence could mean as a yes, so I was right that you're not a human..."

Giyuu's blue and lifeless Cobalt blue eyes looked at her as in saying "does anyone know about this?"

Shinobu shakes her head no, "No one knows... At least not yet..." Giyuu keep staring at her, he seemed to weigh option whether he should tell her or not, seeing that he's aware that Shinobu doesn't seem to fancy him that much.

Shinobu however could detect distrust radiating from the man.

"Tomioka-san, You could tell me, I swear I won't tell any soul"

Giyuu still not believing her.

"...You promised"

Shinobu nodded solemnly signifying that she really won't tell anyone.

Giyuu stayed silent as he roll up the sleeve and pull out his sword from his sheathe, the blue color of the blade illuminated by the moon.

"Have a look, Kochō"

Giyuu cut his arm, a long, gross scar on his skin and blood dripping off from his arm, Shinobu were mildly shocked "Tomioka-san, what are you...!?"

Her purple eyes widen as she saw the cut on his arm are instantly healed, no cuts, he wordlessly put his sword back to its sheath

"Tomioka-san, may I...?"

Giyuu nodded and let Shinobu examine his arm, her eyes are filled with wonder and curiosity

"How curious, you had an exceptional regeneration ability, it's even more better than demons, it's quite fascinating..."

She looked up at Giyuu, frowning.

"But how...?"

Giyuu looked back at the full moon, looking wistful "...Kochō... Have you heard the tale of Yaobikuni?"

"Ah... That's the tale of female bhiksu who live for 800 years because she ate the mermaid flesh..."

A flash of realization hit her

"Tomioka-san, you're pulling my leg..."

Giyuu just looked at his feet, another silence blanketed the air, and it's really heavy that it's almost hard to breathe.

"Tomioka-san..."

"Kochō... I'm a human but I actually have live more longer than you know..."

Shinobu were out of words.

"Then...how long...how long have you...live?"

Giyuu thought of it, it's been so long since he lived he couldn't even remember how long he live now.

"If I recall correctly, I'm born in Kansei era..."

Once again, Shinobu rendered speechless, this man, who are known for his reversed personality and distance himself from the other pillars has lived for two centuries...

"I will tell you everything but I'm not sure if you're going to believe me"

Shinobu is not the person who believed about mythical creatures aside from demon such as mermaids.

But if she heard everything from the man who lived for nearly 200 years...

...

Shinobu looked into Giyuu's blue eyes intensely, demanding him to tell her everything "Tell me everything, Tomioka-san..."

"Very well..." He looked up at the night sky and told her everything...

200 hundreds years ago...

Young Tomioka Giyuu and his sister Tsutako lived near the docks, everyday, young Giyuu could see fishermen, sailors and travellers come and go by the boat or a big vessel, aside from that, he could feel the wind gently blowing against his skin, the salty smell of the seawater and wave crashing against the reef, sometimes he watch as the sun rise and when the sun is setting, whenever Tsutako off to the city, he always play at the shore, watching the fishermen taking off to the sea or just enjoying the calm and serene sea.

It was another day Giyuu played by the shore, laughing as he kicked the sand with his small feet, he lift up his hakama and enjoy the feeling of the sea wave against his ankle, smiling and laughing, forgetting the fact that the land were plagued by the demon attacks, he could see the seagull flying, the palm trees gently swaying, Giyuu breath in and out as he taking in the beauty of nature in front of him.

Sometimes he wonder, what kind of place that exist across the big blue sea considering how big this world is.

As he enjoyed the sound of the waves, he could hear a faint sob somewhere, he looked around, there was no one but him

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

"...help me..."

Giyuu craned his ear and followed voice

"Somebody... please..."

He kept following the voice, he didn't realize he's been walking further, but it's a good thing that he remembered his way back

Soon enough, the sobs and plea growing louder and that's when Giyuu find something unbelievable...

He saw a mermaid/merman, her/his tail were trapped in fishermen's net, the mermaid/merman is around Giyuu's age too.

How is it possible?

"Hey, it's okay! I'm going to help you"

The mermaid/merman seems desperate that she/he didn't mind a human helped her/him "Please... It hurts..." Giyuu carefully climbed down the jagged path as he try to help the poor creature, Giyuu had watch several fisherman fiddling with their nets so he knows exactly what he must do.

He can't help but to feel your (E/C) eyes staring at him, Giyuu stopped for a while, examining you "Are you a mermaid/merman?" Although it was obvious, You just nodded as he continued to free you, Giyuu focused on the net and finally manage to free you, you smiled as you sway your (scale color) tail freely, you looked at Giyuu with a beaming smile "Thank you so much for saving me, human, I'm in your debt, how should I pay you?"

"Pay me?" Giyuu ask a little confused "Yes! Paying you because you have saved me rather selflessly I say... So what do you want? Oh wait, I know! I know you want immortality!"

Young Giyuu knows that living as an Immortal being is dream of any people, but there's beauty of growing old and even death itself, Tsutako said to him that no matter how much you want to be Immortal, you will never understand how is it to have a change within yourself, either it's physically or mentally, Giyuu smiled and shook his head "No?"

"No I don't want immortality, I'm happy that I could help you" you pouted then you look at Giyuu hands, there's a bit of cuts, he probably didn't realize that releasing you did hurt him "Your hand..." Giyuu tilted his head then look at his own hand "Oh! It's okay! I'll be fine, I can just lick it!" You widen his eyes and grab his hands in rush "No! It won't do you any good!" You looked around and to see a stone with jagged edge and cut your finger with it

"What are you doing?!"

"Shush!"

You let the blood dripping into his cuts and miraculously his hands were healed, Giyuu looked at it his now flawless hands in awe "How did you do that??" You proudly huffed your chest "I'm a mermaid/merman remember? Our blood had regenerative ability, even if just one drop we could heal those who are gravely injured!" Giyuu watch as the cut on your finger regenerated in a blink of an eye "That's amazing"

"It is, isn't it?" You smiled as you lean against the rock watching Giyuu closely "By the way, I'm (name), what's yours?"

"Giyuu...Tomioka Giyuu" he say as he bow slightly at you "Ah, take it easy, Giyuu!" Giyuu just smiled at you and nods "Okay then" he then looked at you tail curiously "What's wrong with my tail?"

"I think it's pretty" he say sitting down and dip his feet in the cold but refreshing seawater, you peer curiously at his small feet "Wow, your feet are small!"

"Yeah, I know but it will grow soon...hey!!" He fell on his back as you lift his feet and looked at it in awe "Wow! Look at your toes! It's so small! I wonder if humans feet are sensitive?" You cluelessly touched his feet as Giyuu stiffled a laugh "Stop..." You looked at his face and smiled mischievously and tickled his feet, Giyuu burst out laughing "Hahaha!! Ahhh!! Stop!! It's ticklish!!"

You laughed and keep tickling his feet, at the same time you amazed at how sensitive humans feet are, maybe this is why they used a thing called...zori? or geta? Or whatever it's called... It must be used to protect the sensitive human foot

Fascinating!

You stopped tickling him as Giyuu exhaled a relieved sigh "Geez, you could just ask me not giving me a surprise attack like that" you giggled "Sorry, I'm just curious, it's just, you're the first human I ever seen in my life!"

"Really?"

You nodded and looked at him with wonder and curiosity "I want to know more about human things! What did they eat? Why do you all wear weird clothes? How is it feel to run free?" Giyuu smiled at you and seem gesture you to calm down "I will tell you if you tell me how is it feel to be a mermaid"

"Deal"

"Now what do you want to know?"

You thought about it for a while "Why do humans eat fish?"

Well that certainly one heck of a question coming from a mermaid like you "Because they're tasty" Giyuu said "But some of the humans didn't really eat fish you know, some of them eat rice with vegetables"

Your eyes sparked with interest "Rice? Vegetables? I want to try them! It must be tasty!!"

"Hehe maybe when we can, I will come and get you some"

"Please!! I want to try what you humans eat!"

"I will, what else do you want to know?"

"Well..."

That day you and Giyuu spending time talking about human stuff, and you told him about mermaid things, you both talked till the sun begin to set "Giyuu, look! Sunset!!"

Giyuu smiled at how the sun slowly sinking, the once blue sky turned orange "I have seen sunset but I never knew it looked so beautiful here!" He then stood up and give you a sad smile "Well, it's nice to meet you (name), but I had to go before it's too late"

You pouted sadly "Giyuu, wait! Can I see you again tomorrow?"

"I don't know, will you be here tommorow?"

A smile spread across your face as you nodded "Yeah, I'll be here, waiting for you"

"Then I'll be here tomorrow, see you, (name)!" Giyuu waved and run back to the docks as you swim away to place where you stay.

As he reached the docks, Tsutako just came back from the town as well, "Giyuu, where have you been?" Giyuu just smiled happily "The reef near the seashore, I was just want to see a change of scenery" Tsutako smiled at him and ruffled his hair "Well next time I have day off take me with you" Giyuu smiled and nodded, he knows that his sister is very nice so his mermaid friend would like her too.

The next day, Giyuu came with riceball he made himself, he hoped that you would like it, he arrived at the same place, as he wait for you, he once again dip his feet in the cold seawater while humming "I wonder if she's/he's here..."

"Good afternoon, Giyuu!!"

"Whoa!!"

Giyuu jumped a bit as you emerge from the water with a smile on your face, you laugh at him "Hahahaha!! You should see your face!" Giyuu huffed his cheeks and pouted "You almost gave me a heart attack" you giggled and climbed up to the shore so you sit next to him "Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to surprise you"

You peered at the riceball he bought for you "Ooh, is this what human food looks like? It's cute!! Look at how you put the seaweed on it!" You say looking at the food with sparkling eyes, Giyuu smiled and put the box on his lap "This called riceball, it's a simple dish but it's filling when you really don't want to cook, have a bite" he say as he offer you one, you gratefully accept it and take a bite

It's tasty!

"Wow! This is delicious!!" You say as you gobbled up your food, Giyuu ate on for himself and smiled at you "Right? When my sister is away, I always make this for myself so I don't get hungry"

"You have a sister?" Giyuu nodded as he looked at the vast blue sea, "She's beautiful, nice and knows how to cook, someday I want to take her here so she can meet you" You're intrigued, Giyuu is nice and his sister must be very nice too, you yourself didn't really have any sibling so you kind of envied him.

"(name) are you okay? Are you mad that I wanted to take my sister here?"

"Huh? Of course not! I actually really want to meet her, it's just that..." You sighed and take a bite of your riceball "It's just that I'm jealous of you, it must be nice to have a sibling, I have spent my life all alone, my only companions are fishes in the sea, but I can't just tell what's bothering me to them, I need someone who can relate to me and understand me like a sibling did" you say sighing, Giyuu pouted and patted your back, you looked at her quizzically "What are you doing, Giyuu?"

"I'm trying to cheer you up"

"Is this some kind of gesture that most humans did to another?"

"Yup!" He stopped and looked at you "(name), if there's anything that bothers you, you can tell me anything!" You looked at him with hopeful eyes "You will?" He nodded "Of course! That's what friends for!"

Friends...

That's sounds amazing...

"Do you really mean it?"

"Do I really mean what?"

"That you are my friend?"

"Of course we are! I know we came from different world, but that doesn't stop me from being friends with you!" You could feel tears welled up in your eyes, the way Giyuu said it and how it's reflected inside his eyes, he was genuine.

"Waaahhh!! Giyuu!!!" You tackled him to a hug while you cry into his chest, truth to be told, you have met so many humans but none of them are as kind and as genuine as Giyuu... your eyes, the way Giyuu said it... His feelings are genuine

"Hey, hey, it's okay, don't cry" he say as he hugged you back, he could feel something on his lap and to see...pearls?!

You pulled away, wiping your tears away, smiling at him "Sometimes I forgot that mermaids can make a pearl from their tears, well, why don't you keep it?" Giyuu looked down at the pearls, it will be nice if he sell them and the money can be used for his sister but...

...

He scooped the pearls and throw it away to the sea "Huh, Giyuu you sure you don't want it? It would give you a plenty of good fortune" Giyuu shook his head "I don't need pearls like those, I became your friend just the way you are not because of what you're capable of" you smiled again and hugged him, gently this time "You had a pure heart Giyuu"

"What is that even mean?"

"Hehe nothing, just wanted to say it"

That day, the two of you spend time eating the riceball untill the sun began to set.

----

Years pass, and Giyuu had grown up into a fine young man and so are you, Giyuu still visited from time to time, and the more you spend your time with him, the more you realize how handsome Giyuu is.

"Is everything okay, (name)?" You looked away and sputtered "N-nothing!! Anyways... How have you been doing? Especially with all the recent demon attacks" Giyuu's smile falter as he sighed "I have been fine...I trained with someone who live in the mountain so I can defend myself and other people" he looked rather distant, something must've troubled his mind "Are you worried that we can't see each other now that you're going to mountains?"

Giyuu nodded "The man, Sakonji Urokodaki is very kind, his training may be gruesome but he's still allow me to see you when I had a free time"

"I see..." You just sway your tail then looked at him "Anyways, how is Tsutako nee-san doing?" A warm smile spread on his face "She's going to get married next month"

"Really?! That's great!" You say smiling, Tsutako is really nice when Giyuu took her to see you, of course you like her almost immediately "When Tsutako nee-san is married you and I are gonna be aunt and uncle!/uncles!" Giyuu chuckled and nodded "Yes we do, I'm so happy for her"

"Oh! Before I forget..." You began to shed a tear as it turn into a very beautiful pearl "Here Giyuu, I want Tsutako nee-san to have this" Giyuu was astonished "(Name) are you really sure?" You nodded and give the pearls to him "This is my token of appreciation, a thank you give for her, tell her I wish her to have a happy marriage" Giyuu smiled and held the pearl before he put it in his pocket "Tsutako nee-san will love this"

You smiled at him, then you both watch the horizon sky in peaceful silence, you scoot closer to Giyuu and lay your head on his shoulder, Giyuu smile and lay his head against yours "I'm going to miss this once I got to the demon slayer corps..." You pouted sadly since you know you won't see him for the time being "and I will miss you too, Giyuu..."

Giyuu looked at you wistfully and take your hand on his "You won't lose me, when I can, I will come back here to see you and tell you everything that happened..."

You looked at him

"...You promised"

He nodded solemnly as he remove the strand of your hair from your face "You have my word"

You smiled sadly at him, you tried to cherish the moment before he went back to the mountain again and you want to give him the thing you made for him since you know this day would come

"Giyuu, give me your hand"

Giyuu was a bit confused but he did anyways, you handed her a seashell with a pearl on it and there's an engraving on the pearl

義勇富岡

"My name?" You nodded happily "I remember how you teach me how to write your name, I made this so you could remember me when you see it" Giyuu smiled and held the beautiful seashell close to his heart "I will treasure this forever... Thank you, (name)"

You smiled and hugged him as you both witnessed the last sunset together...

"I loathe to say it..."

"Then don't..."

Giyuu sighed and went on his feet "But I must go, tomorrow I have to go back to training" you tried to not cry and stay strong knowing that you won't see him for a long time, "I wish you good luck, Giyuu..." You swim to the sea and give Giyuu one last fleeting look, he looked sad as he waved and mouthed "until we meet again"

You nod and dive back into the sea...

Month has passed, you keep waiting and waiting for Giyuu to come back, he's not coming... But that's not going to stop you from waiting for him.

But this time you're worried, for the first time you swim near the docks where Giyuu lived, you could hear many fishermen or people talking

"... unfortunate... really"

"...such shame...she was a nice young woman..."

...What?

You peer closer and try not to get their attention "Do you know Tomioka Tsutako? It's unfortunate that she's dead right before her wedding day"

...What...?!

"Yes, it's such a shame that she died before the day she became a blushing bride, pity her, pity her"

"That's why many youngster trade their lives for danger to put people's heart at ease and become demon Slayer"

"Come to think of it, her brother is one of them too, right?"

"I'm not sure yet, but let's hope that boy is alive and well"

You felt like being hit, Tsutako is...

...

With tears in your eyes you swim aimlessly to take your mind off the ugly possiblity that will happen to Giyuu, you stopped and climb on a reef, sitting on it and sing a sad melodies, you mourned, you mourned of your friend's death and thinking about Giyuu, how can he deal with this?

"Giyuu, please be okay..."

----

A year had passed and you still wait for Giyuu at the very same place all those year ago, and he still didn't came

Giyuu, where are you now? How are you now?

You looked at the horizon, it feels disrespectful when you see this beautiful scenery without Giyuu by your side, you still remember his smile and how his eyes gleam in happiness Everytime he talk to you

"Giyuu, I wish you were here..."

Your eyes wander around just in case you actually see him, and you did...You could see Giyuu sitting on the sea cliff, motionless"

Giyuu!!" You called at him, but he didn't hear you... You then noticed he pulled out his sword as he stood up near the cliff

...No

No!!

"GIYUU NO!!!"

Too late, he already plunge his sword into his stomach, he then fall backwards and plunge into the sea, you swim as fast as you could to save him, you looked around and see his body slowly sinking in to the deeper sea, sword still stuck on his stomach and the color of ugly red seeping out from his abdomen

Just a little more...!

You manage to grab him and quickly bring him to the shore, you lay him down carefully and pull out his sword from his stomach, you put your ear on his chest, his heart were beating weakly, he's gonna be a goner soon...

You took his red streaked blade and cut your wrist as you let if fall on his stomach, the cut on his stomach is healed and there's one thing you must do when he's awake

You got closer to him, you did a chest compressor so he could cough out all the water, when it's enough, you get even more closer to him and connect his lips with yours...

...

...

Giyuu coughed as air finally filled his lung he looked around and to find you looking at him with worry in your eyes

"(Name), it's you..."

"Yeah, it's me..."

And out of the blue you punched him, hard that he stumbled back, but he doesn't seem to react anything as if he deserves it

"You idiot!!! What the hell happened with your mind?! Why would you do such stupid thing?!" You pulled his collar as his blue eyes didn't even met yours "Answer me!!! Why did you do that?! Did you forget the promise we made here?! Am I nothing to you know?! Is it what Tsutako nee-san wants?! IS IT?!"

You were so sad and angry at him, guilt spread over his now expressionless face.

He should've know there's another person aside from Tsutako and Sabito who cares about him.

"...No..."

"Then why...?"

He looked at you with his empty blue eyes, you realize that there is no light inside it like you used to see "I have lost my sister and I have lost my best friend, I'm punishing myself because I'm not strong enough for them, and I know I'm not strong enough to even protect you, so I..."

You cut him off by hugging him tightly, hesitantly he put his arms around you and hold you like you're his lifeline

"Giyuu, you still have me no matter what happens..."

"I know...and I'm sorry..."

You both embraced each other in silence as you spoke up "Eat me, Giyuu"

...

"(Name), what do you mean?"

"Just eat me!! I can't bear the thought of you dying!!! I won't let anyone and demons kill you! You have to stay alive to protect innocent people from the demons!!"

You cupped his cheeks and pressed your forehead against his "I know this is very selfish of me to ask, but I want you to stay alive, for me, for Tsutako nee-san and your best friend..." Giyuu looked at you with mixed feelings "When the demons are eradicated, I want you to come back here, spending time together like we used to and tell me everything and if you're tired living as an immortal I'll be here" you say joked at the last part as you hugged him.

"(name)..."

"Go ahead, I'll be fine..."

With few hesitation, Giyuu bit your shoulder slowly before he began to "eat" you, blood dripping down from your shoulder, you could feel his tears against your shoulder as you assure him everything is going to be fine...

Then he stopped, he pulled away from you with mouth smeared with your blood, and tears running from his blue eyes "(Name) I'm sorry..."

"Don't be..." You smiled as you recovering slowly, but the bite mark on your shoulder remain there, you smiled at him "To remind me of you and knowing that one day you'll come back..." Giyuu then pulled you into his arms as you hug him back just as much...

Knowing that this is truly the last time you see him...

You patted away and go back to the water as you smiled at him "Run along now Giyuu, protect people with all your strength, no matter how long it takes, I'm here, I'm always here, waiting for you..."

He nodded as he wipe the blood off his mouth "I promise I will come back here..."

"You promised..." You smiled, tearing up.

"...See you soon, Tomioka Giyuu" you say as you dive back, Giyuu watch as you swim away.

"See you soon, (name)..." With that, he left the sea and go to where he belongs to.

Shinobu was speechless as he listen to Giyuu's story, she couldn't imagine what he's been through and what he's seen. "And does Oyakata-sama knows about your unusual condition?" Giyuu nods "He knows and he keep it a secret from everyone...which makes you the second person to know about this..."

He rummaged his pocket as he pulled out the memento you have him hundreds years ago, Shinobu watch in amazement as she saw it was still in perfect condition

"It's beautiful..."

And to her surprise, Giyuu smiled as he looked at it "It is..." The pearl were beautifully illuminated by the moonlight.

"This is what keeps me going...I promised her/him that I will come back once everything is settled"

It's definitely weird, but Shinobu couldn't hold back her smile "You sure secretly a softie, Tomioka-san"

"Be quiet, Kochō..."

Shinobu just chuckled as she and Giyuu keep basking under the moonlight, in his heart Giyuu promised that he will stay alive as long as he can no matter how cruel and painful life can be.

And someday soon, he surely will come back to you.

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Admin 15: Wow, that sure very long! Anyways, I'm sorry if you don't catch what happened in the story or the GiyuShino reference here, thank you very much for taking your time reading this!

[pleasurextreasure]

❜cutlass (20/?)

genre: Aristocrat!reader x Pirate!Jeno, ft. NCT Dream

warnings: all nct Dream members are above 18+, multi-chapter, swear words here and there throughout fic

word count: 1.2k

prompts: in which Jeno is cursed to live for three more years and only loving someone and expecting nothing in return can break it

a/n: slower updates bc uni is starting up... im also sad bc this is coming to an end very soon :c ➵admin kiki

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Ξ r e q u e s t Ξ

Your heart thrummed quickly as you tried to take everything in. Renjun and you were kidnapped by Sirens, brought to their island, and now you stood before Moira, their Sea Witch. You anticipated to get into some sort of trouble because after all, you were with pirates.

But you never thought it would be this kind of trouble.

“Sea Witch is very taboo amongst my kind,” her voice is as smooth as silk, and for reasons unknown, this disturbs you. “I’m simply a being that resides peacefully in her claimed  territory.”

She moves towards you, her feet gliding on nothing as the distance between you closes. Despite your inner turmoil, you square off your shoulders in an attempt to mask your fear of her. 

“And I’m afraid… you’ve trespassed.” Moira’s smile twists to a menacing one. Dread overwhelms you while Renjun grasps onto your arm, yanking you to stand behind him. “I am one to usually forgive such things-”

“Bullshit,” you spit out. Stepping away from your crewmate, “You cursed Jeno.”

The look of bewilderment Renjun sends you doesn’t go unnoticed, but your heated stare is focused on the sea creature. You’d have to ask for Chenle’s forgiveness later for letting one of the boys finally find out that you knew.

“With justified reason, my dear naive girl.” Moira chides, demeanor unnerved from your cursing at her. “You see, that Captain and his crew had intentions of stealing treasure that is protected on this island. And for that, he was cursed for the selfishness that was portrayed.”

You’re struck speechless. What words could you say to her after that? There was no way of justifying the act of stealing unless intentions were good, but they weren’t in this case.

“I gave him time to redeem himself worthy of living until his aged days, but I knew that from the moment of casting the curse on him, his efforts would prove futile.” She continues on. “What human would possibly care for such a man?”

Moira notices the hardness your eyes take on, and she grins, clearly amused with what she’s seen. “Ah, unless…”

You felt the burning stare of Renjun, whose attention had been fixed on you during the entire exchange. If the fish wasn’t off the hook before, it was surely now. 

“You gave him no time at all.”

“I’m sure he’s had the time to figure out something - it seems to look that way.” She calmly replies, clearly unbothered by how vexed you were. 

Pure rage has taken over you at this point, leaving your mind to be unclear of your body’s actions because you were now taking a step towards the sea creature. Renjun takes hold of you once more, urging you to stop and get behind him. 

“My apologies for being offensive,” Moira hums, tilting her head to the side. “You humans are so easily wounded by mere words. If you are to be hurt… Why, shouldn’t it be by physical injuries?”

Keeping true to her words, Moira lunges forward, grasping the torso area of Renjun’s shirt. With seemingly little effort, she tosses him to the side, the sickening sound of his head colliding against the ground.

“Renjun!” The cry you let out is shrilling. The brief lapse of concentration directed away from her was enough to allow the Sea Witch to continue her attack.

Air escaped you as Moira approached you with unspeakable speed. Her hand was outreached, directed towards her target - your throat. The wave of pain that followed after contact was burning. Tears welled up at the corners of your eyes while you were lifted from the ground, forcefully being brought a foot higher.

Her nimble fingers clenched against your throat, squeezing your jugular. You let out a suffocated cry, trying to gulp in any amount of air for your suffering lungs. You futilely clawed at her hand but quickly realized there was no escape from her deathly grip. 

You look to Renjun’s figure, momentarily forgetting that he wouldn’t be able to help you. The blood that seeped from his head’s wound sent you into a greater frenzy. Your eyes began to glaze over and your vision momentarily darkened, small black dots beginning to make their appearance.

Moira’s grip suddenly loosens, followed closely behind her piercing wail of affliction. You’re able to squirm out of her remaining hold and fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. As you gasp for gulpfuls of air, you tilt your head up to see what’s caused her pain. 

At the entrance, standing in all their savioring glory, was Jeno and his crew. Everyone had their respectful weapons, save for Mark, who you assume was the one to wound Moira.

Jeno gestures for his crew to stay in their spots, a voiceless command of “don’t interfere”. Twirling his cutlass in his hand, he moves towards you both, his eyes focused on your injured figure.

“It seems we have unfinished business that needs to be tended to.” Jeno remarks, as he positions his sword outward, its gleaming steel providing a path to a vulnerable spot.

“Now, there is no need to be so hostile towards me, Captain Jeno. We are acquaintances, after all.” Her tone hit an octave lower, unsettling you.

Your hand unconsciously made its way to your tender throat, gingerly guarding the sore area. You were rooted to your spot, in fear of her attacking you once more despite Jeno’s entrance.

“I’ve no time to associate with the ones who prove useless to me.” Jeno smoothly returns. The tip of his cutlass was directed at her throat, yet she was unfaltered by it. 

“I’m sure I’m a special case, then, seeing as I can take away the one thing that is troubling you these days.” The Sea Witch laughs airily, forefinger gently poking the cold steel of his blade.

Jeno’s resolve seems to waver for a moment. “At what cost?”

“A life, of course. I can’t simply give you back your peace without gaining something in return.” Moira’s smile is twisted, and you felt a familiar sickness settling into your stomach.  Jeno pushes his weapon forward only for it stop centimeters from the area between her eyes. Moira’s finger was the only thing keeping that distance. “Mhm, bad temper indeed.”

You gasped, despite the pain that followed in your throat, as an unseen force brings Jeno to his knees. The Sea Witch bristles with annoyance as she leers at the man. He lets out a painful grunt as his fingers are forced apart, compelling him to drop his cutlass. 

“Maybe I should withdraw my offer and take your life at this very moment.” She maliciously threatens, crouching down to graze his right cheek with the back of her hand. 

The trauma your throat suffered denied you the ability to speak, allowing only whimpers and cries to come out. Your adrenaline found its way back into your system, and the rate of your heartbeats increased. 

Was Jeno going to die in front of you? The thought was terrifying enough but to go as far as witnessing the action, you weren’t sure where that would leave your mentality at. 

“W-wait!” Your eyes enlarged as they fell on who cried out. 

Chenle.

Your feeling of dread only seemed to sink deeper, letting itself pool at the pit of your stomach and making the organ its newfound home as he utters his next words.

“Take mine.”

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When Midnight Strikes 『 Luke Castellan x Reader 』

Request: Hey! :) Can I have a imagine with Luke Castellan/Cronos and daughter of Apollo who has never been kissed? Btw,I really like your imagines.💛 (@dreamerinthesun)

A/N: KWSNANS GUESS WHO'S POSTING A NEW YEAR'S IMAGINE A WEEK INTO THE NEW YEAR?? THIS PIECE OF TRASH!! I am sorry though, I kinda got stuck on this one, I repeated it like 5 times before leaving at alone for a bit. Also, I hope you don't mind me turning it into a new year themed imagine and aAA I'm glad you like our imagines, tysm!! Asides from that, I hope you liked this and happy belated new year!! 🎉😍🎊

Warnings: None!

-Admin Maui!

Masterlist!!

5 minutes till midnight.

You climbed up to the roof of the Apollo cabin, hoping to find peace and quiet from the rowdy campers back at the amphitheater.

You let out a breath of relief and stared up at the starry sky.

4 minutes till midnight

Your peace and solitude was short lived though, you screamed and almost fell off the roof when the familiar face of Luke Castellan suddenly popped out from below without warning.

"Woah woah! It's just me!" He yelled when you were about to bash his head in with your foot. "Don't scare me like that, Luke!"

He smiled apologetically and sat down beside you. You may have liked being alone but you had to admit that his presence wasn't all that bad even though he made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

3 minutes till midnight

You've known Luke for some time now, you've never seen him like this. After a while, he started acting abnormally, he was fidgeting with his jacket and shifting restlessly in his seat.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"I'm about to be a millionaire then." He laughed nervously

2 minutes till midnight

He turned to you and eyed you nervously.

"What's wrong, Luke? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly, you placed your hand in his shoulder

"It's just--do you know about that tradition," He began slowly "The one where two people...kiss when midnight strikes during New Years eve?"

You gaped at the blonde, was he trying to say what you thought he was saying?

"What about it?" You asked incredulously

"Well...I was thinking, what if we, you know, did it?"

1 minute till midnight

You were, at the very least, speechless. Did your long time crush just ask you to kiss him? You just couldn't believe it.

"What--but--I--" You stammered.

You've imagined this scenario over and over in you head, you always imagined yourself saying yes enthusiastically and filling to the brim with happiness, you were filled with happiness of course but you didn't expect this much insecurity and self-consciousness.

You've never had your first kiss yet.

Luke's face fell and he quickly added "Only if you want to of course! It-it was only a suggestion, haha..."

He rubbed the back of his neck and averted his eyes away from yours, laughing nervously.

"Luke..."

30 seconds till midnight.

He turned to you and you felt your cheeks burn.

"I'd love to, you know, kiss you on midnight but..."

"But what?"

"I've never kissed anyone before." You mumbled, turning away from him "So I might mess up or something..."

He chuckled, you could hear the relief in his voice.

15 seconds till midnight

"I don't care if you've never kissed anyone or if you've kissed a hundred people." He placed his hand on top of yours.

"As long as I get to kiss you."

10 seconds till midnight

You gazed into his face searching for any sign that he was lying or joking, he was completely serious.

He slowly started leaning in towards you, his cheeks growing redder and redder as he inched closer to you.

"Can I?"

5 seconds till midnight.

You nodded, your eyes falling down to his lips, he did the same.

3 seconds till midnight.

Your heart started hammering harder and harder, the sound of your heart beat almost muffling the yells and hooting of the other campers back at the amphitheater.

2 seconds till midnight.

You hoped Luke wouldn't hear how hard your heart was beating, you wouldn't be surprised if he did though, you two were mere inches apart. You hoped he couldn't feel how clammy your hands were getting too, maybe he was feeling this nervous as you were as well.

1 second till midnight.

You took a shuddered breath, a million thoughts were running through your head, you never thought something as simple as a kiss was this nerve-wracking.

Your lips were almost touching, your eyes fluttered to a close.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

The yells and screams from the amphitheater fell unnoticed by the two of you, your attention only on each other.

When you felt your lips on Luke's you suddenly felt all the nervousness and tension leave your body, though the butterflies in your stomach increased by a tenfold.

The two of you separated and grinned nervously at each other, your cheeks rivaling the color of the firework that just flew above your head.

You two admired the firework show your hands remaining clasped together, you had to admit that Luke looked really pretty under the bright lights.

"You look really pretty under the fireworks." You faltered, you didn't mean to say that out loud. Luke flushed then started laughing, you ended up joining him in his fits of laughter.

He swiftly pecked you on the lips "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." You repeated.

[ppaltagon]

17 + yanan!

ayyy, finally I’m doing something for this page and it got far too long!! kajsflkajflka

Yanan + “You’re really hot, shame about the personality.”

You had finally convinced your good friend and long-time crush Yanan to join you and your circle of friends to go clubbing together, and of course the evening started in a blast. You all had barely arrived at the club when someone already bought the first round of shots, and even though Yanan had given you a somewhat concerned look, he downed cup after cup, just like everyone else. Now, you were sure he wasn’t a lightweight, but you also knew he wasn’t the best drinker among your group, so you should’ve known when to stop the others from ordering more drinks, but somehow your attempt at doing so got completely drowned out by the music and the cheers of the people around you. So you kept drinking, and at a certain point the lightly buzzing feeling of the alcohol made you forget about your worries, until suddenly one of your friends ordered one shot too much and the cup got passed around but just wouldn’t find its owner.

“It’s not mine either!”

“Yeah, sure, you just don’t wanna get drunk first!”

“No, really! I have mine here!”

“Wait, weren’t we one more person just earlier?” Everyone simultaneously looks around and starts counting, until someone drops the deciding question.

“Where’s Yanan…?” Your eyes snap wide open, your senses sharpening as much as they possibly can in your half-drunken state.

“How did we lose him?! We literally didn’t move from the bar since we got here!” you shout and see shrugging, laughing, and someone spacing out. “Do I really need to go look for him myself…?” you ask your friends.

“Well… you were the one who decided to bring along a beginner on a Saturday night…” one of them retorts with a bit of a slur to his words. “Not my fault that he can’t handle stuff and walks off on his own.” You shake your head and thrust your cup into the hands of the girl next to you. You don’t have the time to convince them to help you search, so you decide to see if you can find him on your own.

But even after you went through the whole club once you still haven’t found him. The only place you haven’t searched yet are the bathrooms, and since you don’t assume he accidentally went into the wrong one, you would have to check the one for the opposite gender. In front of the door, you hesitate, feeling a little uneasy about what you’re about to do, but in the end you pull through. Though you do get a few weird looks, you make it back out alive - again without a single trace of Yanan. Worried, drunk, and with loud music blasting through the building and assaulting your ears, you continue to run around aimlessly. Finding that tall idiot can’t be that hard, can it? you think to yourself, just before spotting someone who looks eerily familiar at the other side of the dance floor. So you make your way through the swaying and jumping masses and enter a rather unpleasant situation, unable to believe your eyes for a moment or two.

There in front of you leans Yanan against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted back with eyes clearly looking down on someone, and in front of him a guy not quite his height, but with equally much spite in his glance and a stance that makes it seem as if he was ready to jump at Yanan’s throat. Just when he’s in the middle of throwing a series of drunken curses at your friend, you place yourself in between them.

“What is going on here?!” you demand to know, staring mostly at the stranger, but directing your question at both parties. Behind you, Yanan answers.

“He tried to pick a fight with me! Could you believe a shorty like that would pick a fight with someone who’s 187cm tall?” You’re surprised by his sudden mocking tone, but don’t have much time to process his complete change in character before the stranger starts yelling.

“Are you his girlfriend or something?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and bowing forward to get a better look at your face.

“What? No way!” you immediately answer.

“Then why are you trying to protect him, huh? Just lemme beat his arrogant ass and we’re good.”

“I can’t let you do that,” you shout back and feel a familiar hand on your shoulder.

“Just let me take care of this, it’s no big deal,” Yanan tries to reassure you, but you shake your head.

“You’re drunk, Yanan, you shouldn’t be picking a fight with some random-”

“He started it!” your friend interrupts you, pointing right at the other guy. Apparently he didn’t like that gesture of clear disrespect, so he leaps closer, forcing you to take a step back as well, which puts you in a position where you’re clearly trapped between the two newfound enemies.

“Hey! Back off, will you?” Now you shout at the guy in front of you, making him shrug back, surprise clearly written all over his face. Then you turn a little until you can face Yanan and continue to scold him. “And you! Don’t just run off on your own and pick a fight! It doesn’t matter who started it, you could’ve just left him alone to begin with!” He, too, now looks at you rather perplexed, and before you can continue your lecture, the other guy steps closer again from behind and leans in to mumble into your ear.

“But you… actually you’re really hot, shame about the personality. But I’m pretty sure I could bear with it for just one night.” As if his words alone weren’t already enough to make you feel sick, he now puts his hands on your hips, sending a shudder through your whole body. Your reflexes tell you to shake him off, but instead Yanan is faster and grabs the guy by the collar, dragging him away from you and slamming him against the wall full force. You just watch with wide open eyes, speechless, and only when you realize he’s about to beat the crap out of the guy, you reach for Yanan’s raised arm.

“Stop that! Let’s just leave him alone now!” you plead, and when he turns to look at you, you’re met with a kind of fury in his eyes that you haven’t seen ever before. “Please,” you add, trying to calm down your voice and hold eye contact, until he releases the guy and shoots him one last piercing glare. Next thing you know, he grabs your wrist with a strong grip and drags you outside behind him.

“What was that all a-,” you get ready to ask him as soon as you arrive behind the club building, but he cuts you off again.

“I still want to break his neck.”

“Hey! Calm down… we don’t go around and kill people,” you say, but he shakes his head vigorously.

“I don’t care anymore that he almost spilled his drink on me…” he starts explaining and you tilt your head in disbelief. That’s what he started a fight over?! Yanan continues, “But when he said that to you and then tried to touch you… I won’t forgive him.” His eyes capture yours with a serious look, and though you do feel flattered by how far he would obviously go for you, you also start feeling a little awkward because of how overprotective he currently seems, so you try to laugh it off.

“Ah... it was nothing, really. I was about to free myself anyway, you didn’t have to slam him into the wall like that, you know?” You do your best to smile, but still Yanan’s serious expression doesn’t change.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt by some other guy,” he states. “Actually, I don’t want to see you with another guy at all.” You can feel yourself blush but also cringe harder.

“Don’t say stuff like that when you’re drunk!” you tell him, forcing yourself to smile. “It makes it seem as if you were in love with me or something!” Silence. He doesn’t say anything anymore for a while. Instead, he just looks at your face, then to the ground, to the side where the street is barely lit, and then at your face again. You wonder how long you’ve been standing there and suddenly crave either an opportunity to sit down, or a glass of water. However, since none seems in direct reach right now, you just lean against the fence next to him, when your knuckles accidentally graze the back of his hand and next thing you know, he has your fingers intertwined and you’re looking at each other. He suddenly seems so close, and you can’t stop your pupils from dropping from his eyes to his lips and you unconsciously squeeze his hand when you see them part.

“Maybe I am,” you hear his voice close to your ear and you could swear you just felt his breath against your cheeks as your heart skipped a beat. “Maybe I am in love with you.”

- Admin Salty

[starryikevamp]

wrong decisions and coddles

a mozart imagine

by: admin xuan

The piano room was always a place of peace. With its gold-rimmed decor on the pristine white grand piano, the rays of sunlight piercing through the window panes, and of course, the melodious music and flowed from the slender fingers of Mozart onto the black and white keys. It was undoubtedly your favourite place in the entire mansion, whether or not the said man just so happens to be your boyfriend. But a few complications have tied themselves up together, and suddenly, the piano room wasn’t so peaceful anymore.

“You promised them to write it! You can’t just reject it now-“

“But I hate it! I can’t stand the sound of it.”

“Why did you even accept the commission in the first place then? Just get it over and done with.”

To understand this rather heated bickering between the two of you, one has to understand the context of this situation. Mozart, upon accepting the commission of writing a trumpet concerto, was now regretting it very much, due to his hatred of the trumpet. And it left you quite puzzled— if he abhorred it so much, he shouldn’t have accepted it. Rejection wasn’t a choice either, for the commissioner was a important duke, and it would leave Mozart’s reputation to shambles. You certainly didn’t want that, but it seems otherwise for the man glaring at you.

“I don’t have to explain it again, do I?”

“That I’ll destroy everything I’ve built? Don’t exaggerate.”

You bit back a retort. That’s Mozart for you; utterly stubborn, like a mule, but yet so gentle at times that you couldn’t bear to have a full-blown argument with him. In this case, you knew that you were right, and even if it meant hurting your emotions, you wouldn’t allow him to carelessly act and regret it later on. You opened your mouth, another sentence rolling off your tongue, when someone’s voice resonated through your mind.

“You know best. What affects Mozart the most, I mean.”

Right. You had almost forgotten the conversation you had with the Count a number of weeks ago, when he gave you a pro-tip on how to handle Mozart, mostly because his stubbornness was well known throughout the residents of the mansion. The thought of the solution made your cheeks heat up considerably, and you bit your lower lip in uncertainty.

“Hey-“

Perhaps it was due to the shock to see your stance change in a blink of an eye, Mozart peered at you, worry lacing his gaze, despite trying to keep himself look as distant and aloof as possible. The thought made you smile inwardly. It was adorable, you thought, how he tried so hard to appear as if he didn’t give a single care in the world about you. Well, too bad for him. Two could play at this game, and you knew the rules better.

“I just. I don’t want to see you sad. And I don’t want to see your efforts wasted.” You reached out and clasped his hands, large and cool to the touch. It was those same pair of hands that flew across the keys whenever you went into the piano room, and you remembered being awed by their agility and lightness. Mozart’s satisfied smile whenever he received praise stirred something in your chest too. It was like this effect only he had on you— you felt the joy he was experiencing, and same goes with other emotions.

Mozart looked down at you, his lilac irises trembling with something you couldn’t identify, but he looked beautiful, with his ivory hair swept neatly past his eyes, and the blush that painted itself onto his cheekbones. His hands tightened around yours, and he drew himself closer, all guards down now.

“This is ridiculous.” He mutters under his breath, his eyes darting around, and the pink on his cheeks only increased in saturation.

“When you make that kind of face, I can’t say no.”

Everything happens too fast. In a second, Mozart’s forehead was against yours, his porcelain doll-like features way too close for a casual conversation. Your hands were now hanging by your sides, and his, cupping your cheeks. They were like a cool splash of cold water on a hot summer’s day, and you sighed in comfort, leaning into his touch. Even in this little strife between the two of you, you two couldn’t stay away from each other. And thank heavens the Count’s advice worked wonders.

“Thank you. You could ask Leonardo for help, and you know I’ll always be here.”

“I know.” He smiles, running a single finger along the arcs and curves of your ear, sending a shiver running down your spine. You pressed a light kiss onto the side of his cheeks, before being drawn closer, if even possible, by Mozart’s arms around your waist. Heat emanated from his larger and warmer torso, and you nuzzled against the material of his shirt.

“I’m going to say this once, but you’re so cute.” A sudden weight rested on top of your head, and you could picture the way Mozart was closing his eyes like a satisfied cat, his chin atop of your head.

“That’s what you say all the time. You said that I was cute yesterday too, didn’t you?

“O-oh, shush.” He grumbles, causing you to bite your lower lip again, but this time in an attempt to stop you from snickering.

“You’re the cute one.”

“That should be my line.”

At this point, you’ve got your arms slung around his neck, both of you glaring at each other once again, like wildfires about to merge together into one. Hard to believe that a few minutes ago, you two were having a conflict about Mozart’s commission, and now here you are, debating over who’s the cuter one.

“You want me to prove it to you? Fine.”

“You,” A kiss on the lips. “Are,” One on the nose. “Cute.” The last peck on his forehead, and you had to tiptoe to reach it. Now, if tomatoes are red, then Mozart is probably redder, and he is a new shade of red, from the base of his neck to his head and beyond. Speechless, he could only bury his head somewhat frantically into the crook of your neck, leaving you to laugh triumphantly.

“I hate you.” He mumbles, lips ticklish against your neck.

“We both know you don’t.”

A moment of silence, and then.

“...I hate that you’re always right.”

[artificialskyway-archives]

Kitchen Floor

Members: Chanyeol x Reader

Type: Smut

Length: 1,248

-Admin R

“Jagi-ah, hurry! I’m hungry!” Chanyeol whines as he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Chan, you’re the one who is supposed to be cooking here… not me!” you whine back at him. He kisses the top of your head before stepping to the side of you, playfully nudging you with his arm.

“Okay, okay, Y/N. I’m ready to make pancakes!” He says cheerfully, flashing you a smile brighter than the early morning rays gleaming through your shared apartment windows. Your stomach does tiny somersaults looking at Chanyeol’s soft skin glowing under the morning light, and his bed hair tousled so perfectly you’d think the hairstyle was intentional.

“Alright, you have to mix the batter first, here.” You instruct him as you hand him the whisk to mix. You continue to guide him through the process until his first pancake is cooked.

“Jagi, is it supposed to be this dark? And small?” He asks with a furrowed brow. You giggle at his pouty face, and the two of you continue laughing at the failed attempts of Chanyeol’s pancake skills.

“Hey, Y/N.” Chanyeol says, turning to face you now closing any gap of space that would have existed between you two. He leans down closer to your face and you can feel his heat radiating from his skin. He looks in your eyes with sweet admiration, and you start leaning in to kiss him but you’re stopped midway.

Chanyeol giggles at your nose that is now covered in a swipe of pancake batter.

“Park Chanyeol!” you whine as you wipe the batter off with your finger. You reach your finger towards your mouth to lick the batter off but Chanyeol stops you. He grabs your finger and leads it to his mouth, never breaking eye contact. You stare back at his hunger-filled eyes as he licks the batter off of your finger then peppers it with kisses down to the palm of your hand and to your wrist. You feel a tingle going straight through your body and down to your core as you brush your now clean fingers through his bed hair and pull him into a deep kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in close to his body, arms surrounding your waist. Chanyeol nibbles at your bottom lip rolling his hips into you. You feel his hard member against your body. “Chan…” you say breathless, and he slowly guides you to the floor lips never leaving yours. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck as he begins to leave love bites on the sensitive area of your neck.

“You really are hungry, huh?” You tease him. He smirks against your skin and moves his hands down the side of your body, lifting up your shirt. The two of you wrestle to remove each other’s clothes. You silently praise yourselves for only ever wearing t shirts and underwear to sleep. You both were out of your clothes in no time and are now laying on the bare floor of your kitchen sharing a heavily passionate kiss.

“You have no idea, jagi.” He responds, and begins kissing down your body, reaching the valley between your breasts, peppering it with soft kisses before giving each some attention. His tongue swirls over your sensitive nipple, as his hand plays with your other breast. He sucks and nibbles at each one, taking his time, making sure to leave a love bite on both your breasts before continuing anything else. You start going crazy at how slow he is being and you buck your hips up against his body to give him a sign to speed it up. Chanyeol looks at you and smirks, “patience, Y/N.” You roll your eyes and let out an annoyed groan that turned into a moan as he kept on kissing your breasts.

He continues kissing down your body, reaching your center he spreads your legs open and licks a long strip on your heated core with the flat of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs holding them apart as he starts sucking on your clit, you arch your back up at the sensation that he is giving you. Your hands find their way to the top of his head and you tighten your grip on his hair causing him to groan against your sensitive core. He inserts his tongue into your core and shakes his head as his nose rubs against your sensitive nub. You start moaning his name until you can’t take it anymore. You pull him up to meet your gaze, “Chanyeol… I need you right here, right now.” He smiles a lustful smile, leans up and crashes his lips against yours, letting you taste your juices from his lips.

Chanyeol then hovers over you, aligning himself with you and places the head of his member at your entrance but not pushing inside just yet. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “Y/N, you’re so beautiful,” and you let out a soft moan as you feel him slowly sliding his member into you. Chanyeol groans into your neck as he continues to push inside you, your tight walls surrounding his throbbing member. Once you finally adjust to him, he pulls out slow and easy, then pushes back in, only harder. “Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” he says with a low growl, and he continues this rhythm of slowly fucking you on the cold kitchen floor, leaving you breathless.

His lips are back on your neck creating another love bite as you claw your nails into his back. You lift your legs up to his waist, allowing him to reach deeper into you and he hits your spot. “Right there,” you pant. Chanyeol’s thrusts become harder and faster, and with each thrust you begin to see more and more stars mixing with the rising sunlight in your kitchen. Your head was spinning and with each thrust Chanyeol was throwing you into another level of ecstasy.

“Chan… don’t stop…,” you manage to say and he responds with a low groan into the side of your neck. Your kitchen becomes filled with the sounds of yours and Chanyeol’s moans, yelling each other’s names with passion and pleasure. Your body starts to shake as you feel yourself reaching your high, you begin to roll your hips meeting his thrusts, which sends him over the edge. Chanyeol’s body freezes in you and you both become a mess of breathless moans. He drops on top of you slowly moving his hips as you both ride out your highs. He pulls out of you and lays down next to you, panting as he tries to catch his breath.  

“Whoa,” you say as you try to come back down from your high. You were still seeing stars and your body felt numb and weak but you were in ecstasy. Chanyeol has always been good in bed, but this time around he left you speechless, breathless, and on another dimension. You were still staring at the ceiling trying to catch your breath as Chanyeol turns to you and kisses your cheek. “Thank you for teaching me how to make pancakes, jagi.”, he says as he pulls you into him wrapping his arms around you, you both lay there in the blissful morning air, on your kitchen floor and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Masterlist

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥

I love badass women with pink hair. Thank you for requesting from us and I hope you like this!

>Admin 𝕋

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Shit, okay lev would be so intrigued

about her

about how she look

and what kind of personality she has

Just, the vibes that she gives off when the teacher introduced her to the class hit him like a fucking train

he can’t stop staring

and she can feel his stare

 she tries to ignore it

but damn he’s tall and russian and also stood out

his heart feel like it’s gonna bust when she stares back at him and smiles a bit

he doesn’t pay attention to the lesson for the rest of the day

fast forward to when he has volleyball practice he tells kenma and kuroo about you

how you have pretty pink hair

and it stylish like a badass, which for some reason he is very attracted to

and how your i dont give a fuck attitude is the epitome of awesome

he may be a little in love with you already

and as he talks about you, he sees you outside of the gym and is rendered speechless mid sentence--

Kuroo looks between Lev and the new student, a cat like smile forming on his lips. “Lev, you’re staring a little too much. Why don’t you go say hi or something?” he suggested to him, to which Lev sputtered and creating an ‘X’ with his arms. 

“I can’t do that, I’d be too nervous to even start a sentence with her!” he shouted a little to loudly, gaining everyone’s attention, even the new transfer’s attention. She looked to him and saw how he was blushing extremely hard, and panicking like a little kid. Choosing to tease him a little bit, she walked over to the three volleyball players confidently. She outstretched her hand to Lev and smiled at him, “Hi, I’m new here. I saw the gym was open and thought this was the place to sign up for volleyball.” 

Lev felt an arrow go through his heart when she said that. A spunky badass girl with pink hair, and she wants to play volleyball, could this day get any better for him?

“Actually, you’ll have to talk to faculty before you can start any sports.” he heard Kenma say to her. She nodded in thought, then looked to Lev.

“Do you think you can take me there?” she asked sweetly. Lev couldn’t breath so he nodded instead and began leading her to the faculty office. She looked behind her and waved goodbye to Kenma and Kuroo. They waved back, sniggering as they watched Lev wobble along with the new girl, looking like his head might explode.

They could here the wedding bells already.

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Tanaka would see her while walking to school early in the morning

And he would think he was seeing things, because

pink hair?

cool clothes?

in his small town?

nahhhhhhh, but when he turns around to get another look, he deemed that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him

she was actually real

and she was hot

real hot

all legs and seemed so badass to him

and he loved it

i mean he loves girls in general

but this one was exceptionally cool

the aura she gave off made Tanaka feel something that he hasn’t even felt before

but before he could do anything about it, an alarm set off from his pocket, indicating he was late for practice

As much as he wanted to go talk to her, he needed to get to practice

At volleyball he talks about her with heart in his eyes

nishinoya is excited to listen and ennoshita thinks he’s being overdramatic

but he knows he isn’t

and when he was going to get to the best part someone comes in and interrupts their conversation

and you know who it is? Yeah it’s the girl--

Tanaka is stunned to see her, but excited at the same time. “Look! That’s the girl I was talking about!” he told Nishinoya. Nishi laughed and slapped him on the shoulder, like a real men would; hard.

“Then go talk to her, don’t keep to talking to us!” with a shove, Tanaka was pushed to the girl, almost falling on top of her. 

“Ah, sorry!” he said to her, bowing apologetically. She giggled at him and shook her head.

“No, it’s no worries, I shouldn’t have come in here without saying anything. I was actually looking for a different gym, but this seems to be the wrong one.” she explained to him. He nodded entranced at how pretty she was, yet badass her vibes were. Her personality and her and her fashion definitely didn’t match, but he thinks it suits her perfectly.

“Do you want me to show where the other one is?” he suggested to her, pointing to the outdoors, to the other gym. She smiled and nodded quickly.

“If that wouldn’t be too much trouble. And if you are allowed to, because it seems you were in the middle of practicing.” she said, looking behind to see his teammates warming up with strikes and hitting balls.

“Nah, it’ll be fine, let’s go.” he took her hand and led her to the other gym.

Needless to say, when he got back with red coloring his cheeks, Daichi kicked his ass.

[yourdlmatchmaker]

Secret match up (2)

“Matchup please? I’m 165cm and pale as a wall, people keep asking me if I’m sick. My hair are thick and messy, but at least they smell nice (like rose petals my shampoo is 👌). I mostly wear black and ripped jeans, but dress girly from time to time too. I’m distant, reserved and usually keep to myself. It’s hard to get me to open up, but when I do start to act less uptight and more playful. I have dark sense of humor. I’m sarcastic and tend to get bitter when I’m left alone for too long. I can be really stubborn sometimes. Despite being emotionally sensitive I like when people are brutally honest with me and speak their mind without beating around the bush. I won’t be embarrassed to walk around naked, but I will get by other non-sexual things. I can’t take being teased seriously and consider it to be fun. I’m gullible and easily startled. Quiet and don’t like to talk, I’m actually glad when others talk over me. Non-judgemental and loyal, people often assume I’m innocent which is not really true. Lowkey I crave adrenaline and affection. I’m touchy, but I won’t touch anyone without premission first. When I was younger I made my own research on savoir vivre, but it’s not like I’m going to act on it. I rarely get angry, but when I do I end up slaming doors or moving things forcefully along with eye-twiching. My zodiac is Gemini and I’m an ISFP. As for hobbies I like to draw (or anything creative in general), anime and cartoons and reading. I’m curious so I like to learn about other cultures and history as well. I often end up distracted by my surrounding and if you talk to me when I’m doing something I lose all my focus in 3 sec. I spend my time mostly calm and peaceful, but I’d love to go out and do something stupid/fun with others. I’m scared of hights and I suppose that’s the only phobia I have (I will climb things anyways). I dislike loud crowds, cold, and too bright places. »my english is bad i know« *puts sunglasses on* I stay anon, ty~ I’ll be waiting~”

Admin Abi: Hello~! It’s finally your turn! Your English isn’t bad! Well~ I hope you get to see it “anon-chan 3″ ;)

*finishing your match up*

Your romantic match is…

Ayato!

Such a dynamic and fun girl like you should be with an equally fun and cool guy like Ayato (It’s been long since I last paired someone with Ayato :3). Ok~ So, you two met  in school! You were in the same class, but never actually spoke. Mostly because that class was the art class. Ayato spend the class sleeping and skiping it. It was until Reiji forced Ayato so assit at least what was left of the semester. That exact day he was forced to stay in class there was a class exposition. Your art piece was the most popular of all! He saw the amount of people seeing it and went to have a look. He stayed there for a while and when you were to remove it he simply said: “Tch! That is what they call ‘cool’? Ha! I could do it better!”. You were speechless. You felt really bad, but simply told him: “Well, thanks for your opinion. I’ll take it into consideration in my next piece” and the left. He was now the one speechless! He became intrigued in you and he now “got an excuse” to attend class. He liked the fact you were “the difficult type”. As time went by you two slowly became closer, you though it was friendship, but no! It was a funny romance! Your sense of humor made him laugh and the fact that you didn’t mind being teased and in fact teased back…made him like you 100 times more! Once you “started dating” you discovered you both didn’t like to be left alone for long periods of time and stick together was funnier! You aren0t much of a talker, but it’s better when he has you as a crime partner. You sometimes spend the afternoons on his room or looking for something fun to do! One time you were having a bath and forgot your towel and went out nacked. You thought he wasn’t there, yet when he commented your state and saw no reaction from your part…he was the blushing one! (Funny thing is that you get flustered by other things he does to you…seriously? you get ashamed when he hugged you from behind? Wth?) He likes that you are pale, since that means your skin gets to keep the marks he leaves on you so everyone get to see who you belong to! He likes that you are the fun, cool beauty type! You got the funniest date imaginable (amusement parks, extrem sports…you name them!), he sometimes will make you try high attractions so he gets to see your scared face, but in the end you just need to hug “the great Ayato” to feel better! Want to touch Ayato? You can in exchange for letting him touching your body as well~Say goodbye to your quiet days and hello to your new exciting life with Ayato (of course if you need to study…you know you get to tell Reiji to lend a hand xD). But you can’t complain right?

Stay away from…

Kou!

You mentioned that you disliked loud crowds? and  bright palces? Well…guess what? If you dated Kou your life would be dealing constantly with that! Besides Kou can be pretty and excessively honest…and won’t care about your feelings at all (Ayato on the other hand will stop if he hurt you too much). Kou would do it on purpose. He would press your buttons to make you furious and he will punish you for that! He thinks you are boring and will think he’s making you “the favor” of dating you! HA?! Heeeeellllll nooooo~! He would also think you are kind of boring? and yeah…no. He won’t let you so stupid things as well since if you get involve in something…you can damage his image so it’s a deep NO!

I suggest you to think about dating Kou and better focus on Ayato :3 He’s cooler, funnier and relax~  I see balance and fun if you end up together!

Hope you liked it and sorry for the wait!

[welovekpopscenarios]

Lackadaisical (Jooheon x Reader)

 Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Fluffy and smutty (but mostly fluffy) Jooheon request? Thank you! I love your blog, you're so good to us by writing for us 😭❤️ thank you

Fandom: Monsta X

Genre: Fluff, slight smut?/lime

Pairing: Jooehon x Reader

Warnings: Slightly NSFW at the end

Word Count: 1056

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took forever, college has been my sole focus lately and I’m trying to get back into writing again. Thank you for the kind words, you’re too sweet to us, I love writing for you all! ALSO THIS WASN’T SMUTTY AT ALL AND IT’S KINDA SHORT IMO AND I’M SORRY FOR THAT FEEL FREE TO COMPLAIN TO ME. Other than that mess, I hope you like this, thank you for the request and happy reading!

“I’m not leaving this bed.”

You looked down to your right to the source of the voice to find Jooheon lying face down on the bed, head lost in the cushiony pillow as the early morning sun streamed in from the cracks in the blinds, a warm, honey-like glow shining over his bare back. You gave a small sigh at his childishness.

“Well, we have to. Even if it’s our day off, we still have adulting to do,” you informed, groaning quietly at the thought of having to clean and cook and do other jobs. Jooheon challenged your quiet groan with his own loud one into the fabric of his pillow that he hugged closer to him.

“Adulting is dumb. I want to sleep in today. And I want to cuddle you. So let’s do it,” he whined, a hand reaching out blindly to touch you. It found your knee and started squeezing, making you laugh at the ticklish feeling. Moving your leg out of reach, you yawned into your hand.

“No, Jooheon. We have responsibilities as grownups,” you tried to reason but he really wasn’t having any of it today. He turned his head slightly to peek a dark eye out at you, the beginnings of a pout forming on his face from what you could see.

“Grown-ups, shmown ups,” he returned immaturely, and you snorted in amusement. “It’s rare we both have a day off, and I just want to stay with you all day in bed. C’mon, sounds better than…I don’t know…taxes, or whatever,” he mumbled into the pillow, eyeing the blinds dourly as more light started to stream in, the early morning sun making its presence known.

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, it definitely sounds better. But you know, we have to survive. So, we need to get up, pay bills, buy food, blah blah blah. So c’mon, lazy butt, get your perfect booty out of this bed and make a living.”

He flushed at your comment and hid his grin into the cotton fabric, muffling his sleepy giggles. You laughed at him, eyes crinkling in the corners, watching his back shake from laughter. Taking a hold of the nearest hand to you, you attempted to drag him out of bed, and his laughter soon turned into overdramatic groans as you started to slide his body towards the edge of the bed, inch by inch. Just when you thought you had him at the brink of falling off, he suddenly reached his arms out and caught you, flinging you to the bed underneath him in a mess of laughter and shrieks. He pinned you underneath him, smothering your face in quick little kisses, pulling back after a moment to let you breathe. He stared down at you with that gorgeous smile of his, dimples fully on display just for you. You poked one with your finger, and he scrunched his nose up at the action.

“Remember when we used to do this all the time? When we’d sleep in, and spend the day watching all the episodes to whatever anime we were watching at the time?” he murmured, shifting to lie on his side next to you, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you close to his toned body.

“Yeah, I loved those days,” you said quietly, reminiscing on the memories shared with Jooheon when you were both young, teenagers approaching adulthood and experiencing the joys of puberty, school and peer pressure. You remember the days when you’d both relax in his room, his red curtains drawn and casting a maroon hue throughout the cluttered space as you both lay hidden underneath his blankets and sheets, a movie playing in the background as you’d both get lost in between kisses and sweet touches. A smile graced your lips as you thought of this, a small ache in your chest as you realised those days of youth were gone, and the real world was a lot crueller than you had thought. “We’re not teenagers anymore though. Things were a lot easier before you became an idol and before I started working,” you mused sadly, and Jooheon frowned beside you, squeezing you that bit tighter.

“Which is exactly why we should make use of today, a rare day we both have off, and just spend the day together. I miss you, and I don’t want to leave you today,” he whined, biting at the corner of his lip. You looked at him for a moment, contemplating your options. One day couldn’t hurt, and you really missed him too.

Adulting can wait until tomorrow.

“I’m picking the movie, and you can make the food. But promise me we’ll at least get some shopping done later tonight,” you reasoned, and Jooheon was speechless for a moment, before a huge grin overtook his visage and his eyes were lost behind his lids, squinting from happiness. He placed kisses all over your face until he finally reached your lips, giving you one long, hard kiss that left you gasping for air and amazingly delirious. Separating momentarily to stare into your eyes, he pressed another kiss to your lips, a kiss more heated and serious than the last, and the cheerful atmosphere in the room disappeared.

His tongue traced the seam of your lips and you granted him entry willingly, his tongue distracting you from the hands wandering underneath your shirt, his fingers tickling your skin. Trailing his kisses along your jaw and down your neck, your chest heaved as your body became charged with desire, reaching your hands up to thread them through his hair. His body shifted above yours, and with the movement his hips slid against yours ever so slightly, yet you both moaned in unison at the friction it caused. Forcing your brain to start working again, you tried speaking, which was hard when Jooheon was nipping at your collarbone.

“What happened to watching movies?” you whispered airily, sighing when he sucked at a sweet spot. Leaving a mark, he leaned back and admired it before answering you.

“We can watch movies in a while,” he mumbled distractedly, too busy lifting the blankets over you both and shielding you from the world. “I have more important things right now.”

It’s safe to say, you didn’t leave that bed for a long while.

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Hi! I'd love to request a holiday prompt on List 1 prompt 13! The Christmas light trail one with yuha (gyeongwon) from pristin (hinapia) and her girlfriend! It's cute all the prompts are so cute it was hard to choose one!

Hinapia’s Gyeongwon / Holiday Prompts

13. The group/couple visits a trail of lights/light display

Admin Kiwi

A/N: I made this more New Years themed but I hope you still enjoy!

The night was so cold that Gyeongwon’s breath curled away in a cloud and her nose had turned pink, and yet she felt warm. That probably had something to do with the way you held her hand and leaned into her side, letting out a little gasp as the two of you turned the corner into the local garden.

“They’re so beautiful!”

“Wow.” This date had been her idea, but she had to suck in a breath in surprise as well, her eyes widening. The path for the garden was brightly lit with Christmas lights of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. Lights lined the path, blinking in overhead arches, leading inside the garden. For a moment, you both stood frozen in place, looking in awe at the path in front of you. Then you squeezed her hand, letting out a laugh.

“I never knew this type of thing existed! I’m impressed, babe.”

She turned to give you a grin, glowing with pride. “Thanks, but this is just the beginning. Wait until we get inside.” She held you hand a little tighter as the two of you stepped onto the snowy, lit path, her heart skipping the slightest bit. She almost felt like a kid again with all the excitement she was feeling. “It’s not just lights either.”

“Really?” Your smile widened. “I’m excited.”

“Good!”

Inside, the true beauty of the lights was revealed. All around were lit sculptures of animals, lights depicting Santa’s slay blinked overhead, and all sorts of flowers and scenes had been made out of lights. It was bigger than anything she’d ever experienced, leaving her speechless as the two of you slowly made your way through the path. Christmas was now over, but the beauty of the lights made her forget it for a moment.

“Look! Is that Hello Kitty? What does that have to do with Christmas?” You laughed as you pointed out the light display, and Gyeongwon couldn’t help but join you. It was Hello Kitty, decked to the nines in a Christmas outfit with presents surrounding her.

“Hey, she’s celebrating Christmas! It’s the giraffe herd that I don’t really understand. What do giraffes have to do with Christmas?”

You laughed. “I guess they really just made light displays out of everything they could think of.”

“It’s cute, though. I like it.”

“Me too. It’s fun to walk through the ones overhead too.”

There were plenty more displays. A train made of Christmas lights made both of you stop to admire it, and the sculpture of puppies playing in Christmas boxes was exceptionally cute. Each one made her smile and she loved the walk, but by the time she got to the surprise in the middle of the garden, she was very happy to be there.

You let out another little gasp, bringing your gloved hand up to cover your mouth. “Is this… A traditional market?”

Gyeongwon’s face was numb from the cold, but she still grinned, proud of herself once again. “You guessed it! They’re modelled after the traditional German Christmas markets, even though not all the shops are German.”

“Oh wow! This is so cool!” You were the one to lead her into the little cluster, dodging around the other couples as you gazed in wonder at all the different stalls and breathed in the smells. Your face was flushed red, both from the cold and your excitement, and she smiled fondly, letting you drag her along. She was so happy you were enjoying this. “What should we look at first?”

“A warm drink,” she said truthfully, curling her toes and shivering. “It’s getting colder out here.”

You laughed and moved back to wrap your arms tightly around her. “Awe, babe. You’re right. What do they have to drink?”

Snuggling further into your warm arms, Gyeongwon looked around. There was hot chocolate, of course, but it was New Year’s Eve. There had to something a little more suited for the night….

“Oh, look! They have mulled wine!”

Your eyebrows raised as she turned to two of you and pointed. “That sounds good. And appropriate for the occasion. Should we get some of the food around here too? Those pastries look pretty good.”

“You’re reading my mind. Let’s do this.”

There was so much food it was a little hard to decide, but eventually the two of you sat down inside the heated gazebo, huddling together on one side of the picnic table. The mulled wine warmed Gyeongwon from the inside as she sipped it and looked out at the garden full of lights. Around her, the laughter and chatter from families and couples mixed in with the soft music playing overhead, and as she breathed in the smell of food and fresh snow, she smiled and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, you were smiling at her, your drink clasped between your hands. “Happy?”

“Very,” she replied with a soft laughter, leaning her head against your shoulder. “Tonight has been everything I wanted it to be, and more.”

“I agree.” You paused for a while, admiring the lights and sipping your wine. “Can you believe it’s going to be a new year here soon? IT seems like this one went by so fast.”

“You’re right,” she said, sitting up slightly so that she was facing you. “But I’m looking forward to spending another year with you. I have a feeling this is going to be a good one.”

Your smile warmed her heart as you pressed your forehead to hers. “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too. So much.”

Maybe it was still a little early for a New Year’s kiss, but she didn’t care. She let her eyes flutter closed as she pressed her lips to yours. So far, her year was off to a great start, and that was all she could ask for.

“Happy New Year, My Love.”