#ᥫ᭡ — interactions

[valentine-cafe]

All current rishen's reaction to:

"Hun I want to cuddle!"

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 781 rishen herrera

. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 spider, mantis, moth hybrid x reader, hero x reader ꒱

“cuddles?” do not have to tell him twice. will immediately stop whatever it is that he is doing and drag you over to the bed. pull you onto him and snuggle you for the rest of the day.

makes sure to wrap all of his limbs around you just so that he can simply hold you close and listen to your heartbeat. don’t expect him to get up any time soon — he can and will fall asleep just holding you.

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 209 rishen herrera

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 spider, mantis, moth hybrid x reader, mad scientist x reader, villain x reader ꒱

depending on the day and how busy he is, he will either immediately pull you in and snuggle you on his office chair or tell you that he will as soon as he can.

honestly, if it is the latter just drag him over to the sofa and sit on him regardless. snuggle him up and refuse to move, he will eventually melt and give in.

“darling - come on I. . . tch. . . fine, I can spare a few moments. . . . . . . . . you’re so warm.”

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 9948e rishen aryielus

. ˚◞꒰ 🥐 angel x reader ꒱

instantly has his hands all over you and his wings wrapping around you. pulls you into his warm and protective hold before nuzzling against your neck.

“mmm, that does sound like a wonderful idea, my love.”

you will not be leaving the bed for the rest of the day. that much can be guaranteed. he will fall asleep on you, just having you all wrapped up in his wings.

[planetxiao]

bRo why are scarabs so hard to find 😭

[garoujo]

do you have a lot of friends in real life or do you mostly just interact on here? i ask because the amount of social energy and your social battery lasts longer than anyone i think i’ve ever seen lol!!! as an introvert i mean this as a compliment!! < 3

akhajaka i have like 4 best friends i speak 2 regularly !!! i’m actually super hard 2 get a hold of irl [lmao] cause i’m constantly on here or playing genshin so my irl friends are always sending me like 87199 texts like bro … answer me !!! my social battery can get super drained tho n im like wowwww help >_< sometimes i get in the mood 2 talk tho <3 !

[kaevch]

MUTUALS !!? ヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡

aka. the most scrumptious, lovable people ive met!! :3

@khoipyan - khoi/shrimp !! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

@sk2lton - helix !! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

@v-anrouge - aster !! (∩´∀`∩)*゜

@ghostivities - ghostie!! (≧∇≦)/

@ashipiko - ashi !! (♡´▽`♡)

@h2llish - devil !! ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

@ynkfva - yelena !! (ˊ˘ˋ*)

@shinysparklesapphires - sapphi !! (≡^∇^≡)

@cphalopunk - ven !! ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ

@mee-op - irah !! （☆/＞u＜/）

@eme0w - gecko !! ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ

if u wanna break mutuals w me for whatever reason or removed from this list, js dm me ^^

[tteokdoroki]

ᯓ★ ONCE UPON A FUCK ME !? — kinktober 2024 !

mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the filthiest fairytale of them all? your favourite storybook characters, reimagined.

✧ there’s a note from your fairy godmother - hello my angels !! welcome to another kinktober. i hope you guys are as excited as i am. wave your magic wand here ! to join the taglist. rb for a happy ending ₊˚⊹ ᥫ᭡.

✧ read the blurb - each of the following fairytales contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER ONE RAPUNZEL - satoru gojo.

[OCT 1ST ★ BONDAGE] once upon a time, a girl trapped in a tower with nothing but her extremely lavish, long hair as company decides…fuck it and sleeps with a handsome stranger to get what she wants.

additional kinks. orgasm control, sensory deprivation, edging, thigh riding, spit kink, outer-course, begging, switching.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER EIGHT BEAUTY & THE BEAST - katsuki bakugou.

[OCT 8TH ★ MONSTER FUCKING] once upon a time, a village girl thinks to herself — fuck it! being trapped inside a castle with a monstrous sexy bloody beast isn’t so bad… she might as well make it worth her while.

additional kinks. bath sex, soft sex, blood play, size kink, praise kink, body worship, body modifications.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER FIFTEEN CINDERELLA - tobio kageyama.

[OCT 15TH ★ MUTUAL MASTURBATION] once upon a time, a soon-to-be crowned princess, once down on her luck, says fuck it and settles on consummating her marriage with the crown prince before they’re actually due to be married.

additional kinks. oral sex, clothed sex, cherry chasing, first time, corruption.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE LITTLE MERMAID - eijirou kirishima.

[OCT 16TH ★ FUCK OR DIE] once upon a time, a princess decides — fuck it! fuck the engagement. who cares when a sexy half-man, half -fish…prince? whatever! needs to drown her in an ocean of pleasure in order to survive…

additional kinks. underwater sex, ritualistic sex, voice kink, pain kink, choking, quickie.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY TWO SLEEPING BEAUTY - seishiro nagi.

[OCT 22ND ★ SOMNOPHILIA] once upon a time, a brave knight, destined to marry someone she’d never met, says fuck it and plans to reap the rewards of saving the prince from eternal slumber. without realising that he’s already awake…

additional kinks. hold the moan, overstimulation, cockwarming, dacryphilia, outer-course, free use, dub con, cumplay.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ CHAPTER TWENTY NINE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - yuuji itadori.

[OCT 29TH ★ KNOTTING] once upon a time, a curious little girl says fuck it and disobeyes her mother’s only wish. stay on the path when you visit your granny, you don’t want to get snatched up by the big bad wolf.

additional kinks. wolf hybrids, mating season, oral fixation, sweat + scent kink, pregnancy kink, lactation, breeding, a/b/o.

✐ᝰ.ᐟ BONUS CHAPTER: GOLDILOCKS & THE THREE BEARS - bachira, isagi 'n nagi.

[OCT 31ST ★ CUCKING] once upon a time, a sweet little bear hybrid on her own in the woods decides... fuck it! she'll teach that pesky thief goldilocks what it really means to share. with the help of friends, of course.

additional kinks. bear hybrids, double penetration, mutual masturbation, deep throating, brat taming, exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, foursome, dub-con, coercion, marking, oral sex.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

[madamxrose]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better!

this is so cute (〃´𓎟`〃)!! thank you anon, i don’t get these often so it means a lot to me ♡ ♡ thanks for making my day

[curseddollfaye]

Husband toji that will cup your face with both of his big hands while he fucks you missionary so that he can look at your pretty face <3 if your eyes start to cross from the way hes hitting your gspot hell slap you to get you to focus on him and his filthy words again 🩷

✩ I saw this ask and couldn’t get it out of my head, it’s short but I hope you like it! please feel free to let me know what you think xx ✩

husband toji! x reader

ᥫ᭡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ty! please let me know what you think! ^.^ requests are currently open!! ᥫ᭡

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ੈ✩‧·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· *ੈ✩‧₊˚

husband! toji that’s so thick and meaty and tall, his body completely entraps you under him. Thick thighs on either side of you as he holds you knees to your chest. At this point you’re utterly fucked out I. On your fourth orgasm of the night , and this will be your first one on his cock.

Fingers and mouth have taken you to that familiar bliss. Drool slipping past your plush and swollen lips. Not for long though, as you felt your husbands lips greedily latch onto yours. His hand coming up to cup your breasts. Rubbing his calloused thumb over the sensitive bud, occasionally tweaking it earning a small whimper that he happily swallowed into his mouth.

“Ah.:.I-I can’t anymore Toji- ahh!” you winced as a rather harsh slap was delivered to your thigh. Causing your cunt to clench around his length.

“Ahhh fuck!” Toji grumbles and slows down his pace. You could feel his mushroom head shove into your walls and hit that spongy spot inside of you that caused your toes to curl. “S’that how you ask me for somethin’ ? Did I fuck the manners out of you? Huh? Answer me you fucking slut” Toji grips your lolling head and adjusts it so your teary eyes are looking into his. His large hands come around your face to cup your cheeks, a lone finger sweeping away a strand that dared to interfere.

“Im gonna cum please Toji! Fill me with your come please! “ You squeal and your thighs try to close themselves shut but to no avail. Toji had you not only under his control; you craved him. He always left you wanting for me.

It was just this specific part of sex where you hear your man panting and groans that you are making him release. You feel a slap to your cheek, enough to make you look at him , tears pattering down your eyelashes.

“Dont run now, still have t’cum inside that pretty little pussy, turn around for me. Wanna watch this ass bounce on my cock”

Before you know it he’s manhandling you on your knees.

[rafesslxt]

Slytherin Boys x Ravenclaw Reader Headcanon

this is how I imagine the slytherin boys ( Mattheo, Theo, Enzo,Draco, Blaise ) with an female ravenclaw reader

warnings: little smut at the end, reader is black cat animagus

ᥫ᭡ when they first meet they can‘t stand each other. both too much of a smartass to not annoy the other one in class

ᥫ᭡ "You look good today.. for your standard at least." "Fuck off."

ᥫ᭡ at some point whey would be forced in some way to interact with each other like for a project where the teacher partners them up

ᥫ᭡ "You are doing it wrong again! Let me!" "Touch it and I‘m gonna spank your ass in front of fucking everyone!" "You wouldn‘t you perv." "Try me."

ᥫ᭡ they would start liking each other but both of them keeping it a secret until he explodes when another boy flirts with you in the library. "Back the fuck off before i break your face!"

ᥫ᭡ your first date would be on a spring afternoon at the black lake with a cute picnic he prepared. "Aaaw I didn‘t knew you could be such a romantic huh?" "Shut up." Why don‘t you make me?"

ᥫ᭡ they would always tease each other, showing them their middle finger or tounge in class or in the great hall.

ᥫ᭡ sometimes reader would sit with him at the slytherin table, chin up and ignoring the looks she got from everyone but his friend

ᥫ᭡ also the rest of the boys starting to like you and inviting you to their secret partys

ᥫ᭡ since reader is a ravenclaw and isn‘t allowed in slytherin common room, she turns herself into her animagus – a black cat, and he always hides her under his coat to get her in.

ᥫ᭡ purring when he starts stroking her back or scratching reader behind her cat ears.

ᥫ᭡ sometimes reader would sneak up to him, he suddenly feels you pressing your little fluffy body against his legs, walking with him

ᥫ᭡ reader chasing down some of the boys in her animagus when they make fun of him because he cuddles with you.

ᥫ᭡ reader still saying he‘s doing it wrong when they partner up for a project.

ᥫ᭡ "come on i don‘t want to get a bad grade just because you fucked it up!" "If you don‘t shut up the only thing that‘s getting fucked is you over that bed!" "Yeah heard that a hundred times.. just let me.. see, that‘s already better!"

ᥫ᭡ the next minute reader lays on the edge of his bed, legs standing, while he fucks into her from behind and grabs her hair. "I told you not to fucking touch it and what did you do huh?" "hmmm" "what? Did i really fucked you stupid after a minute? Is it that how you finally shut up?" he mocks her while pounding into her not caring who might hear her moans.

thanks for reading 🫶🏻

taglist: @sofa-couch26 @little-miss-naill @kolsangel @itsarajr @hisparentsgallerryy @slytherinscreamqueen @mixvchelle @littlemadamred @ummmmmmm-username

xoxo sarah <3

[valentine-cafe]

Almod jelly!

"Yize, Yize, Yize! I heard that you have a pet snake. I love those little things!"

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 9948e zhao yizé ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰🍭reaper x reader, mercenary x reader ꒱

“huh?” turning around, the mercenary reaper looks at you, folded arms and a confused expression riddling his features.

“you mean squiggles? — hah — hahahaha — little?” he laughs awkwardly, looking around to spot the snake familiar, and the second his maroon eyes locate it, he gently wraps his hand around the back of your head, so that he can direct it to look up at the ceiling.

there, you see a 50 foot long snake slithering its way around the different pillars of the hallway the both of you stand in. guarding yizé and making sure that you keep him safe and cause him no harm.

“mr squiggles is no little snake — but he’s nice don’t worry!”

[arachniee]

                          ࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 ii.  He once was mine.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim!reader (main couple)

                              (side couple) Adam x Seraphim!reader   ┈➤        

જ⁀➴       Summary : After he fell from grace, you did your best to move on. Drowning yourself in knowledge, hoping that if you continued to fill your mind with information, you’d eventually forget about him. All the effort you put into it was useless in the end and everything came crumbling down after you met his daughter. 

જ⁀➴         Warnings: cussing, mentions of wounds and injuries, not proofread; there might be grammatical errors, mc is a workaholic insomniac

જ⁀➴        Note: Alright, so here’s part two. Not what you expected? Well, this series has more parts than you think and I’m determined to make each one surprisingly focus on something different from what you’d expect. The second part of ‘medical haywire’ is still in progress and heavy editing but it’s on its way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this lol, word count: roughly around 6.7-6.8k  part one

╰┈➤ The current situation was… surprising, to say the least. As you sat still, frozen on your chair, your eyes were glued to the young blonde lady. As much as you wanted to look away, as much as the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach urged you to shift your gaze, you went against it. It was overwhelmingly ironic. You tried almost everything to forget him, and all it took was one look at his daughter for all those efforts to be wasted. Would you have admitted it? That the reason you couldn’t look away was because she looked almost identical to her father? The hair, the eyes, the smile, the aura, it was all just as you remembered. Was it Deja Vu? Or was it because you never really wanted to forget him? 

The second you felt a pang in your chest, you tried to regain composure. The walls felt like they were closing in, the world was spiraling endlessly in your mind. With a quick, sharp breath, you finally tore your gaze from the young lady and turned to face your fellow Seraphim. She was quite confused with the situation, feeling lost as she doesn’t really know what to do since this type of thing hasn’t happened before (at least to her). Once she felt your eyes on her, she tried to speak, wanting to somehow do something to help ease the tense atmosphere. 

“A-Alright! So I know that you’re really busy,”

Emily stuttered, taking a step closer to Charlie and gesturing to the princess’s injured hand. Of course, out of instinct, once your gaze fell back onto her, well, on her hand at least, she let out a smile that seemed as tense as the atmosphere. Vaggie noticed this, putting a hand on her lover’s shoulder to try and calm her down, just as how she always did. 

“But our dear guest has an injury and we wanted to see if you could check it out!” 

The young Seraphim finished, sending you a bright smile as she clasped her hands together. Even at her words, your eyes stayed on the princess's slightly bloodied hand. Her palm was red, red with her blood. I guess that it served as a reminder that her father was no longer an angel with blood that shined gold. Instead, the blood that flowed in his veins was a shade crimson. One a demon would be too familiar with. You let out a small and quiet sigh, leaning back on your chair and bending down slightly to reach one of your table’s drawers. 

Once you told them to seat Charlie on the couch on the left part of the room, the three rushed to follow your words. Your voice sounded so beautiful, melodic even. The blonde girl swore that she could fall asleep if you ever sang her a lullaby, wait, what was she even thinking? With the med-kit in your hold, you waited for them to finally settle down. You watched as Emily tried to put a pillow behind the princess to make her ‘more’ comfortable, the other frantically insisting that she’s comfortable enough. The interaction was quite the source of entertainment, you thought. Then again, you’ve been working non-stop, maybe not having access to entertainment slightly altered your standards.

Vaggie tried her best to stay quiet the whole time, hoping to not attract any attention, especially from you. She had a feeling that you recognized her, since she was one of the angels who you monitored for the extermination. She’d always do her best to maintain her health, wanting to be in the best condition to do her job properly. Of course, she’d had a few interactions with you before. But usually, just as when you were going to ask her a question regarding the previous exterminations, Adam would steal you away from her and her group of fellow exorcists. 

She couldn’t really be sure, you’ve been alive since the beginning of almost everything, so there was a part of her that hoped you didn’t remember everything that you’ve known and learned. Including her. She couldn’t miss the way your eyes flickered towards her, even if it was just for a moment. She watched as you stood up, there was always this thing about you that seemed so elegant and graceful. Something that she never was. She looked up to you when she wasn’t a fallen one yet. The way you’d take pride in making sure the people around you are in tip-top shape, the way you’d make sure to do your job with perfection. She kept her gaze on your face, scanning your features. You hadn’t changed that much since the last time she saw you, though, you did look a little more drowsy and, well, tired. She couldn’t really help the concern that built within her, you did so much to make sure everyone got the care they needed (at least when she was still in heaven), but it seems that you’ve been neglecting yours up until now. 

“Gently now, let me have a look at that hand.”

Her eyes eventually landed on your larger hand holding her lover’s smaller, injured one. She wanted to help but she knew better than to interrupt an expert at what they do best. Though when Charlie let out a small hiss at the disinfectant you sprayed onto the injury, she perked up and scooted closer to the princess. 

As soon as your fingertips made contact with her hand, Charlie's nerves somehow stopped going haywire. Your touch is… calming, she thought. But your hands were so cold, she didn't want to put much thought into that, so she chose to believe that it's because of the air conditioning in the room. On the contrary of what others think of her, Charlie never really had someone that cared and treated her. Yeah, she was the princess of hell, but when her parents parted ways, she was all alone in her little world. She learned that she must be independent, regardless of her royal status. 

So as your hands worked to delicately treat her injury, she felt warm. Vaggie has been the only one to properly take care of her, so now that another person did help her, she was grateful for the experience and feeling of being cared for. Emily was watching intently from beside the princess, seated on her left while Vaggie was on Charlie’s right. She has never seen you do your work personally, and now she finds it so interesting. She smiled as you finally wrapped a clean bandage around the princess’s hand and tidied your equipment, putting them back inside the med-kit.

She thanked you as she stood up and tried to help you throw away the used medical equipment that laid on the coffee table. As she walked towards the trash can, she turned around to momentarily glance at you when she heard you speak.

“Charlotte, was it?” 

No matter how many times your voice rings through her ears, Charlie thought she could never get used to the softness and gentleness that was laced within it. All of her attention was focused on you, each word that spilled from your lips etched itself into her mind. As she cradled her hand, which was now neatly and meticulously wrapped in bandages, she answered.

“Y-Yes! Charlotte Morningstar, but you can call me Charlie!” 

She seemed to gain a little bit of her confidence now, and surprisingly, you were somewhat glad. You couldn’t deny the fact that she seemed like a kind person with how her energy leaked of positivity. But that slight pang that made your chest ache after hearing her last name never went unnoticed by you, it was subtle, but it was there. Why were you so affected by it? Haven’t you moved on and changed? Didn’t your heart and mind agree to let go for your own good? Your thoughts were running miles in the back of your mind. But that bright smile that Charlie sent your way made you unconsciously pause. Unintentionally, your eyes softened ever so slightly. 

“I am (Name), a Seraphim. Pleased to make your acquaintance, young Morningstar.”

The way her last name rolled off your tongue was bittersweet. The pain from the bitterness came with the tenderness that you’ve been craving desperately for eons. You’re usually zoning out, playing every positive memory you had with a certain someone just to somehow neutralize the pain, but it always ended up worsening that throbbing pain in your soul.

The only time you ever found yourself free from those wretched emotions and feelings were when Adam was in the vicinity. As much as you used to deny it, you’ve grown accustomed to his presence. No, you’ve grown attached to it, better yet, grown attached to him. It was quite draining to interact with the first man, but it was worth every bit of energy you’ve lost, because as time passed, he became your battery. Your source of energy, at some point, that is. You soon faced Vaggie, an eyebrow raised in questioning. 

“And may I know who this charming young lady is?”

What an act. You never forgot her, up to this day. But of course, you don’t know her life in hell and what secrets she may be hiding from her lover, so all you could do was to act as clueless as a stranger. You could call it respect, sure, but to you, the reason for it was because you’d chosen to just not meddle with other people’s business. The princess smiled with glee as she linked her arm with her girlfriend’s.

“This is my beautiful girlfriend, Vaggie!” 

Vaggie smiled at the compliment Charlie threw in the introduction. To know that despite her disappearance in heaven, you felt a string of relief when you realized that she found her home down there. That feeling of envy somehow crept up on you. She had fallen, an angel that was forsaken, and yet she seemed to have been blessed with a better life than you ever were. You did so much for heaven, much, much more than what she has done. But why were you still stuck in your madness? When will you meet a person who’ll treat and love you just as how the princess of hell loved her? 

“A pleasure to meet you as well.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, Vaggie doing the same, though it seemed more like a bow in your opinion. But you didn’t dwell on that any further. Charlie smiled, very happy with your little interaction. The princess of hell reminded you so much of Emily, in many ways too. The said Seraphim soon took her place beside you as you handed the princess a few packets of new bandages, just in case her injury bleeds more than anticipated. She thanked you and pocketed the little packets before reaching for her wallet. Emily saw this and immediately spoke, waving her hands dismissively at Charlie. 

“Oh, no no, Let me pay! I was responsible, after all.”

She urged Charlie to keep her money, but the princess insisted. Vaggie couldn’t help but smile a little, uncharacteristically maybe, but seeing how similar the two are, she had hopes that they’d become good friends and that Emily may be able to provide great assistance to her lover’s dream. The more support they have, the more convincing it would be for others. 

“There’s no need for such.” 

Your voice interrupted their little, polite bickering. You somehow regret it now as the two included you in their small quarrel. You sweatdropped as they continued insisting on paying. Emily almost shoved the money in your hands, though another voice rang through all the chaos. Vaggie’s smile fell as she realized that the cute, wholesome, and amusing little fight was interrupted. 

“Doc, lab room 4 has been prepared and is ready as per your orders.”

You recognized the voice from the other side of the door, one of your newer scientists. You focused on the young girls before you, sighing quietly with content now that this little feud can be avoided. The princess and young seraphim were still trying to get you to accept the money, but you raised your hand to dismiss their attempts. Watching them deflate as they finally accepted the fact that you won’t take their money. You found it very amusing, as did Vaggie. You walked back to your table, going around it and grabbing the white lab coat that rested on your chair. 

“It has been a pleasure to meet you, young Morningstar. But duty calls, as they say.” 

The moment you turned around, she was sure that you really were the woman that her father secretly drew when she was still a child. The colors of your wings were almost the exact same shade, exact same size in terms of proportions with the drawing that she vividly remembered. They were so captivating, though she’d only been able to see a glimpse of them, a small portion peeking from above your shoulders, a little bit from your sides, and below your hips. She didn’t notice it before, but you seemed to fold your wings, it was a random thought but she found it quite cute. 

Emily soon broke the silence that fell upon the room after a while, deeming it time for them to depart and leave you to work. Vaggie nodded along as she held Charlie’s uninjured hand and gestured to the door. The princess thanked you again along with Emily and Vaggie. But before they could exit the room, your voice called out to them, or to her, at least. 

“May I have a word with you privately, Vagatha?”

On que, Charlie was confused on why her girlfriend seemed to tense up at your request. The princess herself was quite perplexed with it, but she didn’t really have a reason to stop Vaggie. It’s not like you were going to hurt her, right? She soon joined Emily after telling her girlfriend that they’d be waiting in the hospital’s lobby. 

As Charlie and the young seraphim walked down the halls, a few angels greeted them here and there, the princess realized something. You knew Vaggie’s real name? Did you know her prior to this meeting? Is that why Vaggie was so nervous when you asked to talk to her? But how’d you know each other? She was a demon, and you were an angel, not only an angel, a seraphim at that. Her thoughts were running a mile per minute, very confused and yet interested in this matter. She’d have to ask her girlfriend about this after you’ve had you talk. 

Once the two had left, the silence filled the room once again. Vaggie didn’t speak, waiting for you to speak and tell her why you held her back. She watched as you made your way to the front of your table, leaning back on it slightly. Your gaze was hard and piercing, just like the atmosphere in the room. Her nerves were going crazy, she was sure that you’d ask her about what happened to her, and the thought itself made her frown.

But as soon as she raised her gaze to meet yours, she was speechless. Mouth slightly agape, eyes wide and her eyebrows way above them. For the first time since they entered the room, your face was painted beautifully with a smile. It was small, anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it, but she did. And she knew. The way your eyes were softly scanning her face, the way you seemed to look…content? No words seem to come out of her, staring back at you with what she hoped was the same amount of tranquility as yours. 

“I’m glad to have met you once again, Vagatha.” 

Your aura was nothing short of relaxed, as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You may not admitted it to anyone, but you’ve grown to be slightly attached to all of your patients, including the exterminators. As much as you were against their job, you still did yours. And that was to make sure that they were well. After Vagatha’s disappearance, you were very concerned for her. She had been lost and left back at hell, a place where nothing but bad happened. You wanted to go down there yourself, but Sera reminded you of your duties. You realized that Vagatha may have needed you, but heaven needed you more. The guilt was killing you, and you suspected that she may not have been feeling well which is why she must’ve lost to a demon. You were partially responsible, in a way.

Vagatha was still star-struck. All her (after) life in heaven, you were there. Monitoring her health, her mental state, and her overall well-being. She knew you did it for the extermination’s sake, but she hoped, deep down, that you did it because you genuinely cared. You were like a big sibling to all the exorcists, always scolding them if they were eating too much junk food. She’d remember the times that you’d spend your rare, 10 minute breaks to watch them train. Sometimes you’d give advice, informing them of a body’s weak spots, you knew that an angel and a demon’s biology may be different, you still wanted to tell them hoping that the information helped. And they were thankful for it, just the thought that you wanted to help, it was enough. You were their family, you were her family. 

When she was left to die in the Pride ring, she met Charlie, who then became her family. She may have lost you, she knew you’d be happy that she found home in hell. She didn’t regret anything. She didn’t regret letting that demon child escape and all the consequences that came with it. She promised you that she’d be the best. She didn’t just mean that in her job, she meant it as a person. And she knew you’d understand her, not like the others. 

With every passing day, she hoped that you didn’t forget about her. As selfish as that wish was, she still wanted to see you again. She didn’t know how, but she wanted to meet you again. When Charlie brought up the idea of the redemption program for demons, she genuinely supported her lover. But there was a small sliver of desire in her actions, an intention to reunite with you. And to know that you still remembered her, it filled her heart with warmth just like how you used to. 

No word in the dictionary could ever describe the way she was feeling. She was overwhelmed with emotions, trying so hard not to let these feelings activate the water works. But when your steps echoed through the silence, she felt your arms cage her in a secure embrace. It was like you were afraid of letting go and potentially losing her again. It took all of her energy to not let the tears fall, she didn’t want to ruin your coat, after all. But instead, she latched herself onto you, holding you with the same strength. 

She was glad you didn��t ask about her wings. She was glad you didn’t ask her about her eye. She was glad you didn’t ask about what happened. Glad that you chose to just hold her as she tried to hold back her tears. Glad that you understood. Glad that you still accepted her despite what she did. 

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“What the fuck is taking her so long!?”

Adam complained, impatiently tapping on the table’s surface. Lute sighed at his antics, deeming his complaining as childish. But then again, you weren’t one to be tardy. You were very particular in terms of time, at least that’s what she knows. She stood with her hands behind her back, unconsciously anticipating your arrival. She was excited to meet you again, yeah, but she was more excited to get Adam to shut up with his complaining. She needed to cool down before she screamed at her boss. 

“Come on! She NEVER makes me wait! Something must’ve happened, don’t ‘ya think we shoul-” 

Before he could finish his statement, Lute cut him off. In the most respectful (passive) voice she could muster up with her little patience, she spoke.

“We do not need to look for her, Sir.”

Adam grumbled under his breath, complaining even more at her words. You usually spent your breaks with him, sometimes Lute would even be around. One of those times was now, well, you were supposed to be here by now at least. But you were nowhere to be found! Of course, he’d be fussy. Meeting up with you was the best part of his day. You were the only reason he did his work instead of giving it all to his lieutenant. He liked the way you praised him for it. He loved it. No, he needed it. 

His displeasure kept increasing with each minute that passed. He wanted to meet you before the meeting with the angelic court and rainbow bitch. And yet here he is, all alone. And no, Lute does not count as company. He only ever likes and acknowledges your company. He could be doing the most important things, like talking to Sera, but as soon as you were involved, may it be a mention of your name or you were present and in the flesh, he’d immediately drop everything to ramble on about how close you two were or take his place beside you and ramble to you about his day.

Sera was, at first, against your closeness with Adam, remembering the last time you opened your heart to someone. But of course, it was your choice and she’d support you no matter what. You seemed to be happy with him after all, and she was happy for you as well. And you seem to keep Adam in his place, what a great bonus, right?

Adam was about to complain again, but a knock came from the door. He instantly perked up, his mood brightening as he expected you to enter. But his eager demeanor was crushed to pieces when a voice resounded from the other side of the door. 

“I’m sorry to inform you, Sir, but Doctor (Name) wanted to let you know that she’d be working in the lab and will not be present today.” 

Adam was broken hearted, devastated, betrayed, furious, and every negative feeling you could say. Lute wanted to laugh at his face, he was obviously upset. She watched as he stood up, complaining about something along the lines of you cheating on him. How amusing, you two weren’t in a relationship, at least not yet. She’d be lying if she said that she’s not expecting it to happen, it was as obvious as Adam always spoke about you in such a light that it was harder to believe that he didn’t like you. 

Lute sighed as she soon followed him, keeping a distance to make sure her ears didn't bleed from his loud voice. She was curious as to why you didn’t show up since she knew how close you were with Adam, and maybe the fact that you always spent your short breaks with him.

Now don’t get her wrong, though she won’t admit it, she too is fond of you. She’s been one of the first exorcists you’ve taken care of. She saw how you’d help everyone who needed you, making sure they were in top condition. She was glad you were on board with the extermination, and maybe the fact that you always made sure to check on every one of the exorcists. The angels of the extermination were almost like her family, they’d train and eat together. And she was grateful for your help. 

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Adam had stopped walking, thus making her stop as well, right beside him. He was uncharacteristically quiet. His head was hanging low as he seemed to hold something in his hands. Curious, she peaked from his side. Her eyebrows raised as he held a box with his name on it. Is it a gift or something? But who in their right mind would give him a gift?

There seemed to be a note on it. As Adam was about to read it, he shifted his position a little bit to hide its contents from Lute, to which the woman shot him an unimpressed expression. As he did what he needed, she scanned the area to see if the person who gave him the gift was still present. Though no one except them were in the halls, even so, she noticed a small box sitting pretty beside the wall. It was gray, compared to Adam’s golden box. But she grabbed it nonetheless. There was also a note, and as she was about to open it, she heard the man beside her scream and squeal. She turned around to face him and was greeted with a box of fresh, steaming ribs in her face. 

“They’re from (Name)! Can you believe it?! Wait, of course you can! She likes me THAT much, after all!” 

His previous complaining was soon drowned out by his smug claims. Wow, wasn’t he just almost close to tearing up and throwing a tantrum because he thought you didn’t like him anymore? What a big baby. How do you tolerate him? Lute will never know. As she focused back on the box in her hands, was this from you as well? She took the small note, upon reading the contents, she unconsciously let a smile paint her face from beneath her mask. 

“To my dearest Lute, 

Just a small token for not showing up.

Consider it as an apology. 

Let’s meet another time, shall we? 

Have a great day. 

                                         - Sincerely,

                                            (Name)”

Man, you were so extra, needing to give gifts just because you couldn’t make it. Couldn’t you have just messaged them? But she wasn’t complaining, not at all. She was kind of happy you thought of giving her a gift as well, not just Adam. Most people saw her as his shadow, a person who they didn’t need to acknowledge. But you saw her for herself. Important enough that you didn’t invalidate her and her feelings, because of that, she often found herself seeking your presence, or anything about you in general. You were the only one who she could show her true self to, after all. Well, she may or may not be a little jealous that Adam’s box was bigger, she’d never admit it, of course. She doesn’t have to be as important as Adam, she was satisfied with being enough to be acknowledged.

“Hey, that from (Name) too? What’d she write? Don’t tell me she confessed her fucking love for yo-”

She immediately cut him off by shoving the note that she received from you in his face, considering it as payback for him shoving stuff in her’s. Adam shut up quite quickly as he read the note with such focus, mumbling the note’s contents. The way his letter was longer and more intimate than her’s made his ego skyrocket. It wasn’t like he was expecting you to write a note similar for Lute, of course not! He took one last glance at it before leaning back before smirking. Unfortunately, he spoke (much to Lute’s dismay).

“Hah! Damn right, it’s not like anyone else’s more important than THE first man himself! It’s only right that she put a lot more effort in mine.”

He grabbed the note from his box, once again, shoving it to her face with such pride. Man, she wanted to punch him. But she read your note to him nonetheless. Reading quietly compared to how Adam read whilst mumbling. The differences in the notes you wrote for them was (painfully) obvious. Adam took pride in that, of course. Lute was partially affected, but she knew she’d never be able to compare to him in your eyes. Though she already accepted that. 

“To my dearest, Adam

Forgive me for my absence, 

I know you are waiting for me.

A certain project needed more 

attention than anticipated.

I’ll make it up to you, 

Once we meet again next time. 

Be on your best behavior until then, yes?

I’ll be waiting for you. 

                                       Sincerely yours,

                                          -  (Name)”

Adam swore to himself that he’d frame this note and keep it in his bedroom. Only for him to see. He started thinking about everything he’d tell you once you’ve met again. He didn’t realize it, but he was spewing out his thoughts and it made Lute want to rip her hair out. She gets it, damnit! How many times does he have to openly talk about how much he likes you? God give her strength or else she’d bang her head against the wall she stood beside. As the gift lay pretty in her hands, she decided to just open it once she got home. She didn’t need to hear him ramble about how his gift was better than hers. For now, she needed to focus on the meeting with the princess of hell.

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The meeting was a disaster, from what you were told. 

You just got out of the lab when one of the angelic court members met you in your office, explaining the events that happened. You were worried for the princess and her lover when you heard every detail. But of course, you were more worried for Emily. You knew she was unaware of the extermination, to know that her sister was the one who ordered for it to happen must affect her greatly. You still had a ton of shit to finish, as always. But you wanted to make sure the princess and Vagatha went back to hell unscathed and well. Wait, you were willing to ditch your work just to make sure they were okay? 

Despite your inner turmoil, you made your way out of the hospital after informing your nurses and other doctors that you’d be gone for a while. They were curious about what made you leave your important work, as much of a workaholic you are, this just seemed so uncharacteristic of you but they didn’t question you about it. You were informed of their whereabouts, and your hospital was not too far from it, fortunately. 

As soon as they came into view, you came up to them with haste. Instantly calling out to them, you soon noticed the small portal from behind them. You also noticed Emily’s presence, you debated on whether to make your way up to her or the princess. Wait, you were hesitating? Why? Shouldn’t you check on Emily first? With hesitance, you took  a place beside the young seraphim to check if she was okay, caressing her face and examining for any scratch of some sort. As soon as you deemed her alright, you turned to Charlie, doing the same as you did with Emily. After the princess, you repeated your actions with Vagatha. 

Charlie was surprised to see you here, even more when you seemed so worried for her and her lover. It felt quite weird for a- well, stranger, to show this much care to her. She’s used to demons being fussy and mean upon meeting her, then again, you were an angel. So maybe that was the explanation she needed. She smiled as she watched you check her girlfriend for any injuries. What a warm feeling, she loves it. 

“(Name)? What are you doing here?” 

Emily asked first, wondering why you were here and not doing your work. Which is really important, by the way. She had a feeling Charlie and Vaggie were confused by your presence. You took a glance at her before turning back to the princess. A soft hand coming up to brush her bangs a little bit to the side, giving you a clearer view of her face.

Your touch is just as warm as the feeling you give her, she thought. Will you still be this kind to her after you heard her plan? Or would you go against it like Sera and the others? She hoped that you’d still be the same, welcoming and warm. Heck, she wanted you to agree with her plan. But it wasn’t impossible for you to deny her anymore of her dreams. What if you deemed redemption as ridiculous? Would you still look at her with the same, kind expression as you’re doing right now? Each question that ran through every corner and crevice of her mind, she started losing even more hope. You spoke to Charlie, voice barely above a whisper. But everyone heard it as clear as day, immediately perking up with wide eyes. 

“You have me on your side, young Morningstar.”

The feeling of warmth from deep within Charlie started sparking into firecrackers at your words. Her eyes instantly brightened as her whole demeanor did. Her smile was sparkling, and you somehow found yourself trying to mirror it with your own. This caused even more reactions, more specifically from Emily. She hasn’t seen you smile like this in ages, thus she too smiled with happiness at the sight before her. Now, Vagatha was no different, a bright smile painted on her face as well.

As you exchanged a few more words, laughs, and smiles, you knew you all had to get going. Your duties were probably piling up so high despite only being gone for less than an hour. With a last hug, you made sure to inform them of your stand once again. That you were on their side. It was all Charlie needed as a push to not lose all hope. To know that someone from heaven, one of the highest authorities, believed her and supported her dream. It was a solid factor to achieve the success of her plans, your support, that is. 

As you pulled away from each other’s embrace, Emily smiled as the princess and her lover thanked you once again. You were so amazing in her eyes. Aside from her sister, you were always the one she looked up to the most. After the revelation of the extermination, she started losing trust in Sera. Was there anything else that her sister had hid from her? Not only did she lie to her, Sera was even the one who ordered the extermination that killed many souls! Yes, they were demons, but she too believed that they deserved a second chance. 

You and your fellow seraphim watched as the princess and her lover waved goodbye, soon entering the portal that would send them back home. You turned around as your phone started vibrating, excusing yourself from Emily and answering it. Unbeknownst to you, another person from the other side of the portal had recognized you despite only seeing the back of your head and your wings.

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Lucifer stood near the portal, waiting for his daughter and Vaggie. He relaxed as soon as he saw that they were alright and smiling. It made him think that heaven actually agreed to her plan for a second. He watched as Vaggie came out from the portal first, extending her hand to it. Soon enough, Charlie came out of it as well, her hand in Vaggie’s. 

Though he immediately rushed to his daughter once he saw the bandages wrapped around her hand. Asking her a bunch of questions such as “What the fuck happened?” and “Who did this to you?” Though his daughter would just brush her hand off and dismiss the topic, telling him it was merely an accident. But Lucifer wasn’t buying it, so he turned to the portal, making his way towards it before it closed.

He was stuck in his place, eyes wide, mouth agape as he drank in the sight before him. Time must’ve stopped because he couldn’t move nor speak at all. His gaze remained solely on the figure that had him frozen. Everything came rushing down at him, all the memories, all the experiences, all the pain. How funny, wasn’t he the one who turned away from you? So why was he so suffocated by just a glance at your back? He didn’t even know if it was really you. What if this person just had a similar hair color and the exact same wings? Yeah, what if?

You’ve grown taller, he noted.

He'd remember the times he would ask you to grab a book for him, which just happens to be on the highest of shelves. How convenient. He wasn't really interested in whatever topic the book discussed, no, he just wanted your attention. He'd be beaming with joy as soon as you stood up from where you sat, taking your place beside him and extending a hand to grab the book he was asking for. He'd thank you with a kiss, taking pride in the light sign of embarrassment on your face. You'd let out a small huff of air in amusement as he pretended to read the book's contents right after. 

Your hair has somehow grown longer than what he remembered. 

He'd remember the times that he would visit your libraries, searching every corner and crevice just to find you peacefully sleeping on one of the tables with your head on top of the book that rested on the wooden surface. He'd debate on whether he'd wake you up or not. But as soon as he heard your soft snoring, he'd smile and take a seat beside you. You were breathtaking, he thought. The way your skin reflected the sunlight, the way your hair would shine just as bright. Unconsciously, his hand would take a few strands of your hair, gently caressing them with his fingers. Soft, that was the only thought he had in mind.

Your wings were as beautiful and captivating as ever, were they still as soft as he recalled? 

He'd remember the times he'd practically beg you to let him touch your wings. You would often tell him to touch his own, but of course, he wanted to know how yours felt. Even after no matter how much you have allowed his fingertips to glide over you feathers, he's never gotten over how fluffy they felt under his touch. Sometimes, you'd be reading the most boring book (according to him) and he'd be seated beside you, leaning all of his body weight on your wings. You'd even let him fall asleep on them as he was lulled to slumber by your presence. 

But will he ever experience those again with you?

You seemed to be talking to someone on the phone, and god, he hoped that you wouldn’t turn around and see him in this state. The tears were already threatening to fall, his throat was suddenly so dry that it hurt. His hands were shaking as his nerves were. What would you do if you ever see him again? Would you run up to him and hug him? Would you smile and open your arms for him to run into? 

Or would you just stare at him with displeasure as you recalled all of the pain he caused you?

He’s been living with guilt ever since the day he fell from grace. He knew he left you, he knew he chose his dream instead of staying with you. He knew he fucked it all up. He’s wanted to apologize to you, trust him, he did. But he just… couldn’t bear to face you knowing the influence his actions had on you. Each passing time of his consciousness, he always wondered if you would have forgiven him. 

Have you forgiven him? 

It was a question that almost seemed like a chant, a chant for forgiveness. Your forgiveness. But he knew that the weight of his decision hurt you more than he could ever imagine. Did you think you weren’t enough for him to stay? Did you blame yourself for not being able to convince him? Have you ever regretted disagreeing with his plans and dreams? 

Did you regret ever meeting him? 

Did you ever regret liking him?

Did you ever regret loving him?

Would you have been happier if he had never been a part of your life?

As the portal shrunk in size, so did his view of your back. Many, many feelings were spiraling within the king of hell as he watched you walk away with a young seraphim. Those overwhelming feelings seemed to have intensified tenfold once he saw a view of the side of your face as you turned your head to face your companion. Oh, god.

You were as beautiful as the day he lost you. 

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YOU HAVE KNOWN NISHIMURA RIKI FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD POSSIBLY REMEMBER.

from building sandcastles in the park to having sleepovers every weekend, your childhood was a tapestry of memories knit together with laughter, trust, the two of you were basically bonded for life.

it felt only natural when the both of you had realized the feelings of friendship had evolved into something deeper.

the transition from friends to lovers had been seamless and easy — or so you thought.

the first few weeks of dating were like your dreams come true.

every touch felt electric, every glance filled with unspoken words, you felt like the princesses you read about in your fairytale books and riki was your prince charming. — more under cut !

but recently, riki's behavior had changed.

he slowly became more disconnected with you, distant. his once bright eyes now clouded with something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

the texts that once buzzed your phone constantly had disappeared into thin air, and riki’s his usual warmth and radiant energy was replaced with a chilly indifference.

the anxiousness gnawed at you, each passing day a reminder of the growing distance between you two.

you replayed every interaction in your mind, searching for a clue, a reason for his changed behaviour.

one evening, as you laid on your bed, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the ceiling, you made a decision. you needed answers.

the next day, you met riki at your usual spot, a quiet park bench tucked away from the loud streets and protected from the world.

he arrived, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes avoiding yours. the sight of him, so close yet so far, made your heart even more jittery.

"riki, i think we need to talk," you said, voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

he looked at you then, surprise flickering across his face before he quickly masked it with that same look that was irking you for a while.

"sure, what’s up?"

taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself.

"do you...do you have romantic feelings for me still? it’s okay if not… i don’t want to force you to stay in a relationship you don’t want."

his reaction was immediate and telling. his eyes widened, and a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks. he stuttered, mouth opening and closing as if he was searching for the right words.

"w-what? y/n, why would you even ask that?"

"i don’t know riki, maybe because you've been acting so distant!"

you replied, voice cracking with all your masked emotions building up over the past few weeks.

"it's like you're not even here with me anymore, i miss my old riki."

riki's eyes wandered around, looking at everything but you, panic evident in his gaze.

he ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you knew all too well.

"i... i didn't mean to make you feel that way."

"then why? why are you pulling away from me?" you pleaded, tears of anger pooling up in your glossy eyes.

before you could process what was happening, riki closed the distance between you in one swift motion.

his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed onto yours with an urgency that took your breath away.

the kiss was filled with intense, unspoken words filled with a desperate need that left you dizzy.

when he finally pulled back, you were left gasping for air, absolutely speechless and your heart pounding in your chest.

"does that answer your question?" he whispered, eyes wide with vulnerability.

you blinked, still reeling from the kiss.

"riki, i—"

but before you could finish, he stepped back, the flush on his cheeks deepening, his ears and neck turning the same shade.

"i-i have to go," he stammered, turning on his heel and practically running away from you.

you stood there, stunned and breathless, watching him retreat as you held back a giggle threatening to spill out.

the kiss had been passionate, over pouring with love but also overwhelming, it left you with more questions than answers.

why was love so hard for riki-kun?

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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: ᵁʰʰʰ, ⁿᵒ ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ..ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵍ ᶠˡⁱʳᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ ᶜᵃⁱᵗˡⁱⁿ.

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: ⁴⁶⁴ ᵂᵒʳᵈˢ

𝙍𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: ᴵ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃᵗ ²ᵃᵐ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˡᵒʷᵏ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵛᵉʳʸ ʷᵉˡˡ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵒʳ ˢᵖᵉˡˡ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ. ᴬˡˢᵒ ᵘʰʰʰ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²??ˢᵒᵒ ᵘʰʰ, ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵈᵛⁱᶜᵉ, ᵗⁱᵖˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗˡʸ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ.

As a reporter covering sports events, I had the opportunity to interview some of the most talented athletes in the industry. However, nothing could have prepared me for the encounter I was about to have with Caitlin Clark, the star basketball player known for her incredible skills on the court.

It was a typical day at the arena, and I was getting ready to interview Caitlin after her team’s latest victory. As she walked towards me, her eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she glanced at my lips before meeting my gaze. There was a subtle hint of flirtation in her expression that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Hey there,” Caitlin greeted me with a charming smile, her voice smooth and inviting. “Ready for our interview?”

I nodded, trying to maintain my composure despite the unexpected flutter in my chest. As we started talking about the game, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Caitlin’s attention was more focused on me than on the questions I was asking.

At one point, she reached out to adjust the microphone clipped to my collar, her fingers brushing against my skin ever so lightly. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I found myself momentarily lost for words.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Caitlin remarked casually, her tone playful yet sincere. “They’re almost distracting.”

I chuckled nervously, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Thank you,” I managed to reply, trying to steer the conversation back to basketball.

But Caitlin wasn’t done yet. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, “And those lips… they’re quite tempting.”

My heart raced as I struggled to maintain a professional demeanor in front of the camera. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and it seemed like Caitlin was enjoying every moment of our interaction.

As our interview came to an end, Caitlin flashed me a mischievous grin before turning to walk away. Before disappearing from view, she looked back over her shoulder and winked at me suggestively.

Little did I know that our flirty encounter would soon go viral online, with fans speculating about the nature of our relationship based on the footage of our interview. The comments ranged from playful teasing to outright shipping, creating a buzz around our unexpected chemistry.

Despite the attention it garnered, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Caitlin’s flirtatious behavior than just a playful banter for the cameras. Perhaps there was a genuine connection between us that transcended our professional roles.

As I watched the video clip of our interview circulating on social media, one thing became clear - Caitlin Clark had left an indelible mark on me that went beyond just being another interview subject.

[aweina]

soft bi-han and how he interacts with his spouse

ᥫ᭡. broken hair tie , bi-han ( fluff )

tags gn reader. established relationship. implied height difference. soft boy bi-han. kind of ooc + 1k words.

this became a drabble, so i hope that’s fine. and so sorry i got to your request late, hope you enjoy ( ￣0￣) !

having his hair down was inconvenient for bi-han. dark strands blocking his view, leaving the grandmaster to dumbly stop mid stroll to force them out his eyes. the unkept knots pinched his scalp with each secret attempt to brush them with his fingers, hissing in at each burning tug and wishing he made more effort to care for his hair. bi-han glares at the broken hair tie in his icy grasp, floods of bad memories coming back to him — the ends of his hair already itching his neck.

it’s only good luck when he finds you turn a corner in the hallway, quirking a curious brow at his unusual look. he sighs in irritation when you laugh and stand in front of him, gently cradling his stubbled cheeks with amusement.

“keep it, it’s a nice look,” you quipped with a sneaky smile, brushing away the rogue strands away from his hardened gaze.

“continuing the day like this will be impossible.” bi-han retorts with a growl, subtly leaning into your soft palms.

you tilt your head ever so gently, hooking your finger around the elastic band wrapped conveniently around your wrist — teasingly waving the wool material front of his face.

“then let me tie your hair, you could peacefully continue your day.”

bi-han seems taken aback from your offer. nobody has ever laid a hand on his hair, let alone style it. he preferred to do everything himself, even if he wasn’t so good at it. the usual routine when tying his hair was simple and effective. fingers lazily run through the straight strands, hastily drifting his eyes on any loose stands from the mirror, and finally he looping his hair in a snug bun. by now it was a reflex to do his hair with the exact same slow energy — same untended care.

then your soft, feathery touch ghosted over his straight locks. he knitted his brows at the plaguing imagination of your much softer and careful manner — gliding effortlessly through the whirling knots that he struggled to maintain, his scalp soothed by your delicate fingertips. it’s only when bi-han realizes he closed his eyes from the warm trance your imaginary touches put him in, he slowly opens them to find you gazing at him with utter patience.

his eyes suddenly bright and hazy from his usual sharp, darken gaze. looking you intently, he nodded slowly. you grin as you patted his cheek with excitement, combing your fingers through his stands — getting rid of any painful tangles with much more care and precision than he ever would. with his stature towering over you, he knelt down on one knee — rough hands dragging down to your hips for stability and the urge to knead the plushness of your soft skin.

he gazes up at you, biting back a comforting sigh when your hands delicately brushed over his hairline and again, through his snared locks. the permanent furrow in his brows unknotted to a more restful state, all the nerves in his tense body melted away with your touch.

“it doesn’t hurt?” you asked knowing the truth. the moment your fingertips brushed against his scalp, the firm, controlled grip around your waist slipped into a loosened grasp onto your clothing. the scowl that you loved so much was blurry and no longer held irritated weight — bi-han was in a tranquil state.

the grandmaster sleepily hummed in reply. the thought of the passing trainees catching him in a vulnerable position never crossed his mind.

you gaze down at him adoringly, fastening his now much more smooth locks into a gentle grip. his hair was beautiful, but he had no idea how to take care of it. a shame, really. after this, you might convince him to try hair essences and intricate treatments that would do wonders for the complicated knots and tender pressure on his scalp.

slipping the wool tie through your free hand, you secured his silky hair into the usual bun he had but without firmly twirling the strands around into an immovable, neat style. you fixed the tie around the bun, a satisfied smile on your face when you gently tilted his chin side to side to see your handy work.

“you look perfect,” you whispered sweetly, peppering little pecks all over his restful face — waking up bi-han from his brief nap.

he hummed in content, his own way for him to say ‘thank you’. he blinked away the tiredness set in his eyes. the stray hair that you couldn’t seem to get tickled his skin, but the secure hairstyle made him completely forget the broken elastic that caused his exasperation in the first place.

“watch today’s training with me.” it was more of an unarguable command than a negotiable statement. not like you would say no.

“of course i’ll accompany you.” his grip around your waist seems more tighter through your assurance, his bent posture never seemed to straighten.

suddenly, a surprised yelp escaped through your lips, your feet cutting through the winter air. with effortless strength, bi-han stood at his full height as he carried you in a strong embrace — securing your body firmly against his as he let your dangling limbs wrap around him out of fear from falling on your face.

“you’ll carry me there, seriously?” you squeaked in exasperation, worried that you might’ve tied his hair too tight that affected his usual stern, closed off attitude.

“i simply need you to explain how you did my hair.” bi-han mumbles in your ear with a smirk, a poor excuse to keep you wrapped in his arms.

you playfully sigh in defeat, carefully guiding him through the process of hair maintenance and steps of his current hairstyle. the warmth of your breath tickles his cold skin as he plants a sweet kiss on your temple, making you shyly tuck your head in the nape of his neck — your firm instructions becoming much softer through your quivering lips. the stunned looks from his younger brothers and the passing lin kuei servants went ignored as bi-han concentrated on your detailed instructions and sweet voice, slowly guiding you both to the training grounds.

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Rose !! 🤗 Happy Monday, and may you have an amazing week❣️ How goes school? Or work? And/or both?!

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