#❥ ooc ﹕ mutters.

[alllnights]

i really really need to make a thread tracker because i am losing threads with the draft way of doing things so... i might focus on that until i go to bed

[reikissu]

❥･• kaedehara kazuha and wanderer dating hcs.

a/n: might be ooc, i’ll try my best to edit it and make it more accurate to their character huhu

ꔛ genre: fluff, romance

ꔛ reader: gender neutral

ꔛ warnings: corny stuff, cursing

my, you're a lucky one to be the paramour of kaedehara kazuha.. because life is about to change.

he's swift as the wind, with just his way of words and voice.. he can make you turn flustered in a matter of minutes.

with just a call, you feel as if you're on cloud 9.

"dearest, may you come here?" "huh? uh sure...! (⌯❛௦❛⌯)" then he asks why your cheeks are red HAHA

his petnames for you are like a sweet flavor to his tongue, calling you out by using his petnames makes him feel warm.

he calls you dearest, dear and love. they vary in different days when he chooses one.

his love language is definitely gifts and physical touch, he loves writing poems and giving it to you, since you are his inspiration of the poems he gives to you.

and they turn out to be so romantic that you start giggling while reading it, after all.. it is all about you and he wrote it full-heartedly.

everytime it’s autumn, he would bring you to a cliff where the trees are in view, sitting next to you as you both behold the sight of the maple leaves flowing along with the wind.

he would take one leaf and put it behind your ear as an accessory, "you look beautiful, my love." he says as he gives a soft smile. 🤭

as i also mentioned, his other love language is physical touch. he likes to feel your soft skin against his, he'll kiss you, hug you, hold your hand.. anything that’s comfortable with you.

on certain occasions he would hold your hand, whenever you both are alone of course.. wouldn’t want anyone prying on your moments with kazuha, no?

he would share his experiences when he traveled with beidou or by himself, it would always have interesting events happening in them. so it’s very entertaining to listen to.

HE DEF KNOWS HOW TO SEW, because i hc that when tomo had rips on his clothes, kazuha would fix them. so kazuha would gift you handmade clothes, handkerchiefs, scarfs… you name it, and it will always be in your favorite color. “Ah, shit! My sleeve ripped!” “Mm? Oh, give me the top you’re currently wearing tomorrow, i will fix it.” “You know how to sew?” “Yes, my dear.” “Aw, thank you..” “You’re welcome :)”

sometimes when you both are in the mood to hangout on the ship, Captain Beidou always teases you both “Hey, hey.. no one told me the lovebirds would board the ship!” “Captain beidou…” you and the other crew mates just laugh it off.

you and Beidou would talk about Kazuha and tell stories, and she had one piece of advice for you. “Just come to me if Kazuha hurts you or did something wrong, i’ll teach that kid a lesson.” “Is that a threat, captain?” you laugh, kazuha mutters under his breath, leaning on the wall of the ship "Why would i ever do that to them.."

all jokes aside, having kazuha in your life is a blessing from the gods that you can never thank them enough for.

at first, wanderer wasn’t the sweetest boyfriend. But after learning about relationships and love.. he started showing how much he loves you.

after he regained his memories, he was back to his old, sassy and arrogant self. But that didn’t stop him from being soft around you.

in public, he’s the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet istg, but when alone with you, he just suddenly melts into your touch.

he’d let you play with his hair, cuddle with him or more. you’re one of the people he trusts and loves, so he doesn’t mind it. he likes being pampered and pampering you.

he doesn’t have a petname for you, he just calls you by your name. but if he’s feeling nice enough, he’ll call you babe.

“Babe, can you-“ “Huh? What did you call me? 🤩” “..Babe. Are you deaf?” “OH MY GOSH 🥹” then he’d just stare at you like “what’s so shocking about that?” HAHAHAHAHA

his love language would mainly be physical touch, but in my opinion his love languages would be all, depending on his mood.

he would make fun of you sometimes, if you trip he’d definitely laugh his ass off but will help you stand up, if you accidentally say something that is SO stupid he’ll literally never shut up about it.

he would try food or things that you like, so he’d understand your preferences. But if you like sweets, he’d have a hard time with it. he’d spend an hour just trying to swallow it, he hates it.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like dango?” “….No. I like dango.” (He’s about to puke.)

wanderer wasn’t very good at showing his love through physical touch, but he would give you soft yet quick kisses, it’s like cotton grazing on your lips. after a while, he would be able to kiss you more confidently without any hesitation in private.

he is slightly showy in public, just subtle hand and waist holding as you two walk through sumeru, eat somewhere, or do any activities outside. like stargazing, watching a play etc.

whenever he would see you eyeing something you want, he would click his tongue and say “Tsk, buy it yourself.” then later night he’s holding a bag with the item/food you wanted earlier… “Hm? Isn’t that the food/thing i wanted?” “…Yeah.” “I thought you told me to buy it myself?” “Shut up, i changed my mind.” (he will get absolutely pissed off and flustered if you tease him about it 😭)

he would help you in any way he can, cooking, laundry, blahblahblah. just anything, so he could take the weight off your shoulders. you’re a hardworking person in his eyes, and he admires that, and he’s willing to be one with you.

he would surprisingly like cuddling, but not the one with those type of cuddling where it turns into some steamy stuff. i have a gut feeling he would love chill and tender moments with you, like talking about past experiences and laughing together, watching a movie together, etc. he loves seeing you smile and laugh, it makes him feel warm inside.

would kill for you, if anyone tries to harm you, they’ll be buried 6 feet under for that. even though he acts hard to get, he loves and cares for you a lot. he does not give a single shit if you’re bigger and taller than him, he knows he’s capable of protecting you.

overall, his life with you is the happiest one he has ever had. wanderer loves you with all his heart.

© reikissu do not repost/steal any of my works and repost it on other platform/s. I do not own the characters i write for at all, reblogs are appreciated though ♡

[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I like your work. I want to make a request, I hope I can do it correctly. I'd really like to read the guys from bsd praising the reader's homemade food

Thanks and have a nice day :)

"What a Chef!!" ｡⁠♡・ BSD x GN!Reader

╰┈➤ Fyodor, Nikolai ♡

Description; BSD boys with a reader that cooks wonderful food for them.

Warnings; Brief mentions of prayer in Fyodors, maybe ooc but I think I put that warning on all of my little fics

A/N; TYSM!! This is so cute omg!! If I didn't do the characters you wanted to see, let me know!! I'll write a second part if you wanted other characters!! I was gonna add Chuuya and Dazai to this one but I think I'm gonna do them in a separate part at some point

Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚✧

Fyodor likes when you cook for him, it's just one less thing he has to do for himself while simultaneously juggling his work with the DOA. While most times he does eat at all of his monitors, he'll join you at a dinner table at the very least weekly. He shows his appreciation through soft whispers and gentle kisses afterwards.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your boyfriend occupied his usual seat in his little swivel chair, the wheels softly rolling against the ground any time he needed to scoot across the room. Even through the doors of the dark room, he could smell the food you were cooking and his mouth slightly watered at the mere thought of whatever you were preparing. He (im)patiently waited for you to come fetch him, his brittle fingers hitting against the keyboard quickly.

A smile crept onto his face when he heard glass rattling around a bit, not shattering by any means but softly clacking against other glass. He knew by this that you were arranging a plate for each of you and you would softly be knocking at the door, and he was right, per usual. After a quick moment, he could hear your footsteps approaching and then your knuckles colliding with the thick wood of the door. He beckoned you inside, hearing the click of the door opening.

"Dinner is done, Fedya. Do you wanna come eat with me tonight?" Fyodor nods with a small grin as he rises from his chair, walking with you back to the dining room. He rests his hand on the small of your back, almost guiding you to your chair, even pulling it out for you. "Wow, what a gentleman." You say, grabbing your fork. He nods and takes his seat. "Ofcourse, you made me a wonderful meal, it's the least I can do." He mumbles a small prayer to himself before grabbing his fork and taking a bite, humming in satisfaction.

"Just as I thought, very good." He smiles at you, taking another bite of the food. "I love when you cook for me, dear, you always do so wonderfully." You can't help but feel a soft blush creep up on you, heating up your face all because of Fyodors compliment.

"Thank you, I just like to cook a lot, so it's really no problem cooking for the both of us." You say, continuing eating the plate of food in front of you. "I'm glad that you like cooking, it always makes my day." His praise makes the pace of your heart beat exponentially quicken as you deelpy inhale.

"Thats really sweet, I'm happy to hear that from you." You make your best effort not to fumble over your words , your flustered state making it extra difficult. You both sit quietly for a minute, the soft sound of silverware clacking against your plates overtaking the silence every couple of seconds. "You deserve to hear it from everyone." He softly mutters, although he was a bit late to reply, it still melted your heart. "Thank you, my love." You smile.

"Ofcourse, my dear." You both finish your food and you take his dishes and head to the kitchen to clean them. Instead of going back to his work as he usually does for a bit before bed, he creeps up on you and hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. He leaves a soft, chaste kiss or two on your neck, leaning into you for support. "Thank you, my love, truly."

Nikolai Gogol ༉‧₊˚✧

Nikolai is much more enthusiastic with his praise, genuinely trying to convey how much he loves your cooking. He gets excited when you cook for him, especially if it's something he really likes or requested.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You heard one of Nikolais portals open up in the kitchen, the soft, yellow glow cascading onto your skin and the food that you were making. Your boyfriend shortly appeared in behind you, peering over your shoulder curiously.

"Oooo, that looks so good!" He chimes, placing one of his gloved hands on your shoulder, making you smile a bit. "Well thank you, Kolya. Im assuming you're here to taste test, no?" You say with a knowing grin, handing him the spoon you were using to stir a sauce. He joyfully tastes it, humming in satisfaction. "Magnificent as always! Hmm, I bet I can guess what's in this." He says excitedly.

"Go ahead, try, you probably won't be able to." You say, trying to egg him on a bit. "Hmmm, let's see, bacon, kimchi, parmesan...there might be other things, but I can't quite taste them as strongly." You nod. "Good job." Nikolai grins and tosses the spoon in the sink. "Is it almost done? You know I get giddy when I walk in on you cooking." He says, hugging you from behind.

"Mhm, give it like, ten more minutes." You say, stepping away from the stove. He nods. "Alright, I'm just so excited." He whirls himself away to the dinner table, leaving you happily sighing. You finish cooking and plate the food, bringing it to the dinner table and setting it in front of Nikolai.

"Ah! It looks so great! You're even wonderful at presentation." He grins. You smile and sit down. "Thank you, Kolya. Taste it and tell me how it is." You say, taking a bite of the food yourself. You knew exactly what answer you would get from Nikolai. Well, maybe not the exact thing, but that gist. It would be something along the lines of "My dove, this is utterly amazing!" And it made you grin like an idiot every single time. His eyes widened, as if he hadn't expected the food to taste this good.

"Wow, my dove, this is delicious! You did a wonderful job, thank you for cooking for me." He scarfs down the meal and you watch him with a bit of concern, really hoping he didn't choke. "Ofcourse." You giggle a bit.

After finishing your meals, you both bring your dishes to the sink. After you rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher, he pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips.

"What a chef you are, my dove." He whispers against your lips, his thumb brushing over your cheek bone. You blush a little and lean into him. "Thanks, Kolya, I love hearing you compliment my food, it means a lot."

A/n (#2/apology type thing) : I really need to start working on these more in the morning and daytime rather than at 11:30-midnight when i could knock out by 10:30, I feel like im not putting my best writing out for yall, so I'm really sorry for that. It's been real busy lately and I'm so thankful for every single bit of support I get on here, it makes me so happy and thankful : ) love y'all ♡

[htchnr]

★ stupid sweet spot ❥ P. GAGE.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➥ slight OOC Gage ⋆ nightmares ⋆ mention of a knife ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

PAIRING ➥ fem! ex raider! sole survivor x Gage.

WC ➥ 0,6K. SONG ➥ chocolate and mint, duster.

SUMMARY ➥ he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★

you gasp, shooting upright from the hard mattress under you. your chest raising and falling rapidly, your eyes dart across the room in a panic. tears pour from your eyes as you clasp a hand across your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sobs coming from you.

a large rough hand finds it's way to your lower back, and you practically jump from the contact. your hand shoots towards your pillow, aiming for the knife you keep under there. but a second, similar hand grabs your wrist. "hey it's me, it's okay." a deep raspy voice sounds from beside you, pulling you out of your drowning thoughts.

your blurry eyes meet Gage's, and you can see the ache in them. "doll face it's okay, i promise you." he assures you, holding your face between his large hands. his eyes are locked onto yours, his face painfully softened and has an almost hurt look in his eyes. he hates to see you like this; distressed and disoriented from the nightmares which have become frequent.

your lips part, and Gage can see something break in your eyes. "Gage..." you croak out, your voice barely able to speak.

"it's alright. i'm here, i'm right here with you." his thumbs stroke reassuring circles onto your cheekbones.

you let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his chest. he raises one of his hands up to the back of your head, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as he holds you. you and Gage stay like that for a while, until he's sure you're grounded.

he doesn't know when he got this soft and sappy, maybe it all started with the nightmares, maybe it's the shared trauma from an old raider gang the two of you happened to be in together years and years ago. he'll never know.

he places a firm kiss to your head and leans back against the shitty pillows, holding you firmly against his chest. as your breathing slows, Gage knows that your close to falling asleep again. he raises the blanket around you, tucking it in around your neck. you nuzzle closer to Gage, your hand fisting his ribbed tanktop. he rests his head atop yours and closes his eyes.

"i think i love you.." you mutter, just before falling asleep, firmly held in his arms.

Gage lips quirk up sleepily. "i know doll, i know."

[luneariaa]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧! 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢.

❥︎ - ; x fem! reader

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : the first half of it is loosely based on s2 ep 3; they might be ooc and not being proofread as much. gotta love emo nanamin tho hhh--

wanted to write for nanami for quite some time now, tho lack the courage to do it bef,, ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ 💛💛

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

"Clearly, the mission we got isn't a mission fitting for the first second years." Nanami remarks, his expression seemingly unbothered but at the same time, tired as he walks alongside Haibara towards the airport's exit. "I'm just glad that it's over."

"Me too! Though, the latest mission that we went on has gotten me all psyched for some reason!" Haibara exclaims excitedly, clearly still full of energy despite just arriving back from their assigned mission.

"Besides--" The black-haired boy added optimistically, "-- I noticed that our upperclassmen have been wearing themselves to the bone to protect innocent people; so we have to give it our all too!" 

Nanami just sighs as a reply, turning his head to the other way once again.

Suddenly, a cheery yet silvery voice rang in the air, stopping their train of thoughts; accompanied with a series of footsteps running towards them in full speed. 

"GOSH FINALLY YOU TWO ARE BACK-!!" You call out loudly even from afar, rushing over the two of them excitedly-- glomping them into a rather tight hug. "It's so great that both of you made it back safely! I swear I MISSED you two so much!!"

Nanami just stands there awkwardly, unmoving for a while there; Haibara grins happily while patting your head with the same energy that you radiated. 

"AND WE MISSED YOU TOO, (Y/N)!!"

"Are we done here, or-? I need my rest." Nanami mutters quietly, his facial expression remains unchanged even for the slightest bit, tilting his head to the side slightly. You merely rolled your eyes playfully at his behavior, finally letting go of them from the hug.

"Anyway," You tried to ignore Nanami's previous statement as per usual, casually suggesting. "You guys wanted to grab something to eat? I'm kinda starving from all the waiting earlier."

"YOU WAITED FOR US FOR THAT LONG?!" Haibara exclaims in surprise, a concerned expression is etched upon his features-- to which you replied with a sheepish smile.

"I uhh, I don't have anything better to do earlier anyway. And besides, I just felt the hunger now, y'know.." You tried your best to give a valid reason, only to cause the black-haired male to send you the look of 'are you sure?', being not fully convinced. Nanami merely sighs at the situation unfolding in front of him, before deciding to speak up.

"If that's so, we could stop by at some restaurant if you want." He tells; his expression still not giving away much but nonetheless, the words he uttered had a certain gentleness to it.

Your eyes lit up instantly at this. "For sure! Or the bakery cafe, perhaps?"

After making a decision, the three of you have come to an agreement to stop by at the local bakery cafe instead.

-✰-

Located not too far down the streets, the bakery cafe exudes a welcoming and cozy vibes to it. The chairs and tables are being arranged very nicely; most of them are occupied as always. The three of you are seated on one of the available seats nearby, having your desired type of bread with you.

Nanami was sitting across from Haibara, and you decided to sit beside Haibara instead.

"Damn, this tastes so good!" The black-haired male states whilst eating rather quickly, due to the delicious taste of the bread. You swing your legs a bit, enjoying the taste of your own as well. It makes you feel very content for some reason, probably because the two of them are with you at the moment too.

Nanami, however, has his eyes silently gazing upon your form as he eats; not really bothering to join in the small talk that you and Haibara are having at the moment. He doesn't even know why, he doesn't understand himself at all. 

There's just.. something stirring within him whenever he sees you being all too happy while babbling about random stuff to Haibara. 

Was it jealousy, or something else? Whatever it is, Nanami couldn't really tell himself, and it seemed ridiculous considering the three of you have been friends for quite some time now. Not once had he felt this way before.

Don't tell me I'm feeling envious of them right now..

The moment your eyes make contact with his, he immediately averts his gaze elsewhere; trying his best to hide the fact that he just spent a few minutes to simply stare at you.

Haibara, despite appearing to be oblivious to the current situation, sent Nanami some sort of a knowing look. There's a small hint of a teasing-like smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, causing for the blonde-haired male to be dumbfounded, yet secretly nervous once he has taken notice of this. 

What is the meaning of this-?

Does it look obvious or something..?

"Guys, I'm gonna go to the washroom for a sec!" You excused yourself, bringing Nanami out of his trance once again. "And if I'm late-- wait I might be a bit late because I need to head out to the store for a while! I'll be back, I promise!" With that, you jogged away, leaving the two alone for now. 

Once you're quite far away from them and out of the bakery shop, the two remain in silence for a few more minutes; Nanami's expression is back to its neutral state. Haibara spares him a glance, before deciding to try something out. 

"... So, do I look good with (Y/N)?" Nanami almost choked on his own bread upon his question, looking rather confused and surprised as he stared back at his friend.

Haibara is secretly enjoying this. Nanami seems completely unaware that he's testing his reaction, and wants his true answer. 

"What are you talking about..?"

"You heard me!"

There's an awkward silence after that, which leads Nanami to start believing that this might go wrong anytime soon, but yet Haibara still looks so determined--

"You two would look great together. There." Nanami simply remarks, returning his attention back on his unfinished bread; trying to distract himself from the current situation. 

Even not realizing it himself that his tone has a hint of jealousy within it.

What he just said isn't entirely wrong either. The two of you really match with each other very well. Unlike him, or so he thought.

Truth to be told, Haibara was pretty much taken aback by his friend's response, but at the same time, very typical of him to do so. But then, a grin starts to be present upon his face, leaning forward a bit as if to whisper something back to Nanami; whose head is still downwards, probably having a mental war against himself.

"I knew you liked her."

"Wha-- What are you talking about-?!"

"Oh come on, it's quite obvious! Your voice tone gets softer whenever she's around!"

"I don't--" Nanami cuts himself off, sighing in exasperation, before finally giving in. Surprisingly.

"Please stop that." He almost begs again, now actually showing the slightest hint of panic across his features. Haibara smirks triumphantly at this while Nanami sighs again.

"Fine. Maybe I do like her, a bit more." He finally admits while staring somewhere else, his cheeks are getting warmer after his little admission. Oh, the things you did to him... It's a rare sight to see, indeed.

A laugh escapes from Haibara at his current expression, grinning in satisfaction.  "I KNEW IT!! I was RIGHT all along!"

Once he calms down a bit, he clasps his hands together. "Sorry, I got a bit too excited about this whole situation!" The black-haired male apologizes sheepishly, before continuing. "But yeah! You should confess to her soon by then. Unless..."

"Soon-- unless what-??" Nanami questions back almost instantly, obviously trying to get ahold of himself at the moment. His patience is slowly wearing thin by Haibara's continuous teasing. 

How can he escape this situation now--

The black-haired sunshine merely chuckled once noticing Nanami's usual irritated expression is back. 

"Unless you want someone else to take her away from you~!" It takes all of his strength to contain himself still, feeling the line quite sappy than his usual taste.

But Haibara has a valid point too. He freezes up momentarily at the possible thought, but eventually relaxes slightly while crossing his arms. At least, trying to be.

A slight blush is still visible on his face as he begins to contemplate on Haibara's words even further. 

Perhaps, he should really do it soon.

"Hey, you can do this; I believe in you! Go for it, and don't wait for too long!" Haibara reminds optimistically, gently placing his hand on Nanami's shoulder with a reassuring smile-- to which his features soften up ever so slightly at this.

-✰-

A few days have passed since their arrival; Haibara was away with Geto for now, leaving you and Nanami alone inside the dorms. More like, Nanami's dorm room since you wanted some company right at the moment. Even Shoko and Satoru are nowhere to be found, though Shoko is most likely around Jujutsu High anyway since she wasn't the type to be sent out to missions.

Thankfully, the heat from the day lessens as the sky darkens, the clock exactly on eight p.m. It feels a bit chilly at this moment, and you were resting your arms on your knees as you sat by the stairs, just near Nanami's room. 

The skies weren't very clear that night, but a few stars, at least, were visible for viewing. 

Nanami was sitting on a chair while busying himself with reading some book, trying to keep his mind preoccupied. But it didn't last long as his eyes landed upon you, who's still gazing upwards towards the sky. Your presence alone simply made him realize that he's not alone in there, and the air of peacefulness surrounds you both. It made him feel calm, honestly.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind, causing for him to have a mental debate for a while there. But after doing some contemplation, he decided to just act on it. He doesn't really care anymore; it's now or never.

Closing his book after-- Haibara's words rang through his mind as he began to slowly approach you. Taking a deep breath, the nervous feeling began to kick in within him despite his seemingly usual stoic facade on the outside.

"Hey, (Y/N).." He starts, clearing his throat a bit to grab your attention. "Do you have a moment-- there's something that I really need to tell you."

By this point, you turned your head to look at Nanami; your expression turned to one of wonder and curiosity as you gave him all the attention that he needed.

"You alright, Ken?"

He pauses for a bit; his hands tightened into a fist by itself due to his own anxiousness. His gaze is fixated forward yet downcast, clearly having a hard time with the situation that he's about to face.

Just have to say it right now.. No turning back now.

His eyes slowly shifted from the ground and to your own, gathering his courage to speak once more. The words he has been meaning to say.

"I have a confession to make."

"Actually, I like you more than a friend, if you get what you mean."

Nanami stops himself momentarily there for now, his voice somehow becomes quieter and softer as he utters the last few words. He just silently hoped that he wouldn't turn this into a regretful situation. 

It was your turn to be surprised. Like VERY surprised. I mean, who knew right? It's quite unexpected for you, yet you weren't really expecting much either.

"Wait, you do-?"

"Yeah." Nanami gradually nods in confirmation. "It's... Been quite hard for me to keep this to myself all this entire time, honestly."

"So, I figured that it's best if I let it out right now."

She needs to know.

"I always thought of you as a great friend; along with Yu, of course. But that's not the point here. Since the past few weeks, I have come to a realization about how much you mean to me."

By all the time he's confessing, you listen to everything he says intently-- letting his words sink within your heart itself. 

It's so genuine hearing all of this from him, despite his occasional struggle with his own words.

Nanami keeps his gaze on you the whole time, finding himself unable to look away. His whole demeanor changes to one of seriousness yet calm while doing so, now feeling determined all of a sudden despite his anxiousness from earlier.

"I was afraid, actually; that my feelings for you might not be reciprocated, and that my efforts alone aren't enough. I'm sorry if my words seemed out of place, I'm just--" He sounds so... Vulnerable, at this point. His voice is shaky, his hands are trembling ever so slightly.

But you paid no mind to it as you gently held onto his hands, pulling him into an embrace after.

Nanami was caught off guard by your actions, perhaps expecting an instant rejection. But that didn't happen at all as you start speaking reassuringly as a reply.

"Kento, I'm so touched, truly..." Your voice is so soothing to him, which results in his face reddening slightly as he returns the embrace slowly-- his expression becomes more serene and content, burying his face in the crook of your neck while you continue.

"I was surprised, to say the least. Who would've thought, right?" You joked a bit, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. He still has his face hidden, but a small smile is present, however.

With his grip around your waist tightens; but not to the point of discomfort, Nanami lifts his head from your neck while a small blush is still apparent on his face.

"I may not show it much, but.. I feel happier when I'm around you. I totally understand if you didn't feel the same way as I did with you, I'm just relieved that I'm able to let it out to you like this."

Nanami whispers at the end of his sentence; clearly expecting the worst. But you paid no mind to it yet again as you rather feel comfortable like this, having no reason to reject him at all.

Because you do feel the same way.

Your scent gives him a sense of comfort as always. He exhales a bit, before breathing in a slow, calm manner.

"Having to hold it in is painful for me, and finally realizing this moment myself; it's honestly the most comforting feeling I've ever felt in a long time."

You merely smiled up at him in pure adoration.

"I know, I could tell, and I'm really glad you did." You tenderly stroked the back of his blonde hair even more.

"And I love you too, Kento. I mean it." Nanami slowly lifts his head from your neck upon hearing this, his face flushes once again. 

But this time, a genuine, happy smile is plastered on his face, to which it matches with your own.

Slowly, but surely, he leaned his face closer to yours, as the two of you finally shared a rather cute, short kiss for the first time. It's so gentle as if he's being very careful and handling you with the extreme care that you deserve. 

When the two of you have to break apart for air, his hand finds its' way to lift your chin lovingly-- just so you can maintain your gaze up at him.

To which you absolutely did; your cheeks had a hint of redness on it, eyes seemed to shine beneath the moonlight itself. The smile didn't ever leave your face even for a second due to how happy you felt right at this moment, as he did as well.

Not too long after, you both shared a light laugh as the slight awkwardness begins to creep in the tender moment you two have shared; still looking flustered as ever.

Haibara's gonna have a loooot of fun teasing you both once he knows about it.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[darlink-xoxo]

part two for this please? where they see each other's playlists and get jealous bc they think it's for other people 😭❤️

OUR FAVORITE SONG PT. 2!·˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ♡

in which, a simple request for the aux cord leads to some unexpected jealousy

and maybe a long awaited (sloppy) confession too..

GIF isnt mine

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oh my

forgive me if i didn't do the request right 😓

i haven't done this before (pt 1 is right here)

Warnings: Fluff, Aged up!Enough to have a drivers license, Tiny Misunderstanding, Kinda a rushed ending, Possible ooc bakugou, Light Swearing, Puppy love 🫶.. and spelling mistakes

❥ · ﾟ₊ in you're opinion, you'd say you had good music taste. a little bit of everything, not really sticking to one genre. but you've been on a kick recently, it's been difficult to listen to your songs if they weren't on a certain playlist. yeah, that's right, it slightly bothered you to listen to any song outside of your 'thinking about him <3' playlist. why? you had absolutely zero clue.

maybe it's because you've listened to that playlist on repeat for so long, that it's just abnormal at this point to listen to anything else..

yeah.. maybe that's it. but it isn't your fault. ever since that staredown with bakugou, he was probably the only reoccurring thought in your mind, one which you happily welcomed. not without the secondhand embarrassment of course. i mean, it was probably pretty awkward for him to catch you staring at him in silence.. luckily he never brought it up, after all, how were you going to explain how giddy you were feeling to someone who was probably hearing crickets??

well anyways, for some god forsaken reason, you and the bakusquad had planned an outing earlier today after school. bakugou demanded that he'd be the one to drive, declaring that he'd rather have his vocal cords ripped out than let any of you guys drive. which was reasonable enough.

that just doesn't explain how he managed to pick you up first, didn't you live the farthest away from him??

"will you get in the car already? i'll leave your ass behind if you're still there in the next five fucking seconds."

you knew he wasn't joking about leaving you behind, and you didn't feel like driving yourself. hopping into the passenger seat, you slipped on your seatbelt and shifted to get comfortable. you heard him grunt a small 'finally' before revving up his engine and speeding off to the next house.

once everyone was picked up, the six of you were headed to the arcade. the car was filled with endless chatter from ashido and kaminari, with kirishima joining in and sero simply listening to the conversation. somehow the topic had switched to who's playlist should be played as background noise.

"i'm telling you guys, i should have the aux cord. i've got the best taste here!" kaminari held up his phone, the screen showing off one of his multiple playlists.

sero peeked at the phone screen before snorting and settling back in his chair, "kaminari, just because your songs are all famous tiktok audios, that doesn't make them good."

"thank you sero, clearly we should play my songs. mine aren't limited to tiktok!" ashido childishly stuck her tongue out at a pouting kaminari.

kirishima gave a once over at mina's phone screen, before deadpanning, "y'know ashido, you literally only have like, four main artists on there. i dont think any of us wanna listen to the same songs on repeat"

gasping in a mock offense, she retorted, "maybe you don't, but i'll listen to rihanna and twice till the day i die!"

already crossing out sero, who didn't have many song options, and kirishima, who pretty much only had songs for a workout, ashido whined in frustration. she turned to you and practically demanded your phone. you barely had the chance to unlock it before she grabbed it from you.

ashido immediately dived into your lists of songs, "okay, okay, taste.." she muttered with a satisfied nod before she came to an abrupt pause. you saw her eyes zoom in on something in particular, and a devilish grin appearing on her face.

"hehe, y/n? babe? bestie? what is this playlist?"

"what playlist?"

she shoved your phone in your face, "this one!! what is this 'thinking about him' playlist?!? WITH A HEART TOO AWWWW" your eyes widened as you instantly tried to take your phone back, "ashido give it back!!" you narrowly skimmed the device when she scooted farther away from you.

the coral colored female giggled loudly as she scrolled through the playlist, squealing like a middle schooler with a crush when she saw all the love songs. you could only groan and slump into your seat, hoping the cushion could swallow you whole.

while sero and kirishima were cackling loudly at your demise, kaminari was actually making an attempt to help get back your phone, "ashido, it isn't nice to gatekeep someone else's phone- WAIT IS THAT 'DARARI'?!? DUDE, YOU'RE WHIPPED!!"

now both ashido and kaminari were hogging your phone. you couldn't bring yourself to glance at the spiky haired blonde to your side, the sheer humiliation would be too much..

he was quiet. unusual drop dead silence came from the driver's seat. 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰..? 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 '𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮'.. 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 '𝘩𝘪𝘮'??!

you had 'something about you' by eyedress, 'cloud 9' by beach bunny, 'darari' by treasure, and even 'i'm yours' by isabel larosa.. you definitely liked this guy.. tch..

"turn that shit off, you all have shit taste," he lowly demanded with a slight growl to his tone.

without much care, he tossed his own phone behind him towards the pink haired female. his eyes focused on the road, yet his thoughts kept him occupied. his own mind racing at who this guy you thought about was, did you like someone else..? was it really only him who felt sparks during your staredown a while back? did you feel nothing at all?

his grip on the steering wheel tightened as his thoughts got the best of him, he barely registered the annoyingly loud gasp ashido let out.

"oh. my. GOSH AAAAAA!!! BAKU HAS A LOVE PLAYLIST TOO OHMYGOODNESS!!!!"

.

..

𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠..

"NO WAYYYYYY!! he has 'juliet' by cavetown, HE HAS 'JULIET' BY CAVETOWN GUYS!!!" kaminari practically fought ashido for the phone, eagerly scrolling through the songs in the playlist.

kirishima was able to get a peek at the playlist when kaminari tried holding the phone out of ashido's reach, "you named it 'only them' bro? i gotta say, that's pretty manly. you too y/n!"

sero sat frozen in his seat, eyes blown wide with a hand covering his mouth. he had just connected the dots, and didn't wanna say anything in case it made you two uncomfortable. but lord was he trying not to.

ashido managed to yank back bakugou's phone from kaminari, her eyes scanning each and every song, "'babooshka' by kate bush is a little unexpected, 'despair' by leo is a great choice... still in denial i see, any song by chase atlantic was obvious.." she let out a huge dramatic gasp, to the point she started coughing.

kaminari gently rubbed her back and kirishima handed her water. sero subtly backed away, as to not get infected, quietly asking if she swallowed a bug.

after what like, three minutes? ashido muttered a small 'excuse me' before shoving bakugou's phone in an oddly silent y/n's face, "look y/n! this guy has 'overdose' by natori!! HOW ADORABLE IS THAT?!?!"

he side eyed the interaction, eyes slightly narrowing when y/n only gave it a once over before turning away, choosing to let out a short hum of affirmation.

no matter how hard he tried to focus on the road, his eyes kept drifting towards you. you seemed strangely downcast. were you alright? he couldn't bring himself to ask, he didn't trust his voice to be quiet enough to speak softly with you. not when his anger was spiking up because of a certain raccoon eyes and dunce face.

"CAN YOU JUST PICK A FUCKING SONG AND PLAY IT ALREADY??!" he shouted at the two, as a playlist still hasn't been chosen.

ashido giggled, staring at the rearview mirror with a smug grin, pressing play on his love playlist. bakugou could only grunt with a deepened scowl, choosing to be silent so he could engage himself in steering. he didn't feel like getting his ear talked off by the old hag if he were to get a speeding ticket.

sero felt sweat drip down his forehead as 'moment' by vierre cloud flowed loud and clear through his ears. sure it was meant to be background noise, but with the connection already assembled in his mind, his hearing seemed to focus on the radio. he cleared his throat and faced kirishima, no longer wanting to be the only one who knew, and as kirishima wasn't occupied by a phone that wasn't his, he was the best choice.

kirishima looked over when he noticed sero giving him a wide eyed stare, subtly asking if he was alright. the red head could only blink in confusion as sero pointed at bakugou, then y/n, then at bakugou's phone in ashido's hand. he grinned sheepishly when sero stared at him with a 'how tf do you not get it?!?' sorta glare.

sighing and slumping in his seat, sero pulled out his phone and instead texted his thoughts to kirishima instead. making sure to give a pointed look when the red head rushed to check his message. sero watched the shark toothed male's expressions contort from confusion to interest and finally to an 'OH MY GOSH YOU ARE SO RIGHT' kinda look.

sero skimmed his phone when he saw kirishima furiously typing away. sero uread the text that went, 'how did they not figure it out yet??' sero gave kirishima a sharp look. the simple message of 'says the one who needed a dang message to figure it out,' had the red head putting his phone down and instead choosing to take a nap.

when the six of you finally managed to get to the arcade in one piece, you all agreed to go on your own for about an hour before meeting back up to play games that needed more than one person.

you wandered around aimlessly, everything seemed to have a line and you were also deliberately avoiding a certain someone. you settled down at a simple claw machine, just as you thought you were in the clear, a voice rang from behind you.

"oi, if you're just gonna stare at the prizes ya mind moving? i wanna see how many i can win." a sharp demand came from behind, leading you to turn around as you got out of the way.

low and behold, it was the damn person you were trying to avoid..

he stepped forward, slipping two tokens into the slot before beginning to play. silence was all that came out of you two. and it was hella awkward. more awkward than being left alone in an elevator with a stranger.

you were about to speak out, when bakugou's boastful voice cut you off, "HA! think that bastard of yours can do better?" he turned to you with a smug grin, it almost made your heart beat if it weren't for the six prizes he managed to get in the five minutes he'd been playing laid out behind him.

how the hell did he get those prizes so fast?? in a claw machine no less??? and wait, did he say bastard? whomst tf-

"what bastard are you talking about?" you squinted at him with utter shock in your eyes.

"that guy you think of? think he can do any better than this?" he just won two more prizes..

this the guy you had a crush on, did you have a thing for jealous and oblivious men? did he just gloss over the probability that this 'guy you think of' was him in the first place??

"what does it matter? don't you have your own person you think of?" yeah you haven't forgotten, i mean he had 'sofia' by clairo on his playlist. this guy for sure was serious about his feelings. and it stung, already having repeated it to yourself about a thousand times.

the male before you kept silent, seemingly thinking before he abruptly stood up, thrusting the prizes he won into your hands, "they aren't just someone i think about," he glared at the floor beside you with his voice suddenly going quiet, "they're someone i'd do anything for, even if it means winning every damn game in this fucking arcade to prove it." he fiercely stared into your eyes as if he just made some sort of declaration to you.

it took you a second to process what he said, and when you finally got it he was already trudging away. speeding after him, you grabbed him by his arm, "what if, what if you never had competition to begin with..?" goodness your brain was for sure fried..

he scowled at you, "dont even dare think about fucking lying to me just because i told you the truth," gosh you hated and loved his stubbornness.

"dont you get it bakugou? you're the one i made the playlist for, did arctic monkeys not give you any clues??"

bakugou tensed, yet he didn't seem to look at you, opting to look down instead, "you dropped them," his quiet doting tone made you squint in confusion, he better not be ignoring your confession.. deciding to listen, you glanced underneath you, true to his word, they all lay fallen on the floor. you let out a silent sigh as you knelt down to pick up all the stuff he won. the least he could say was a 'no', now he got you doing labor.

just as you were about to get up and kinda run away and maybe bury yourself in the nearest hole, he knelt beside you, and kissed you. although more of a peck, he made sure it was clear how he felt about you. it was soft and gentle, it caught you off guard. you stared at him with wide eyes, and he stared back. suddenly remembering the staredown you both had, yet this was different. first of all, he was up in front of you, right next to your face, and HE HAD JUST KISSED YOU??!?

making sure not to overstep any of your possible boundaries, he lightly traced his fingertips up your arm to get your focus back on him. with his other hand, he cupped your cheek, softly chuckling when he felt your face heat up over his palm. then, he leaned in once more,

"you give shitty clues"

[rainee-da]

hello ! can i request hugging or something like that for domina, levis, and carpaccio? they srsly need more attention 😞

🍀 Hugging Headcanons [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Carpaccio Luo-Yang 🍥 / Domina Blowelive 💧

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 w/ TW for panic attack / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

C A R P A C C I O L U O - Y A N G 🍥

He may seem to be an uncaring person and you might expect his hug would feel forceful.

If you think that way though, you'll be very wrong because this man's hug is very gentle.

The two of you didn't hug for the first few months, and any attempt you made towards him to hint that you want to hug him will fly over his head.

It's not because he didn't want to though. It's just that he... didn't know.

He never had any emotional relationship with someone before. He wasn't even fully in tune with his emotions yet. Everything is still so new to him that he needs time to process it all.

But one day, he'll ask you for a hug. And it's out of nowhere too.

He probably saw a random couple on school grounds hugging and being lovey-dovey, and it piqued his curiosity.

He will approach you slowly, his expression as intense as it could be, hands reaching out to grab your waist before he asks for your consent, "I want to hug you."

Okay, I KNOW that sounds more like an order, but I swear you can actually refuse if you feel uncomfortable hugging him!

He'll nod calmly and back away before continuing on his activities. No hard feelings from him! If it's other people it will be a very different case though...

It's just that he's blunt, and sucks at communication.

But if you gave him your consent though, he'll waste no time in pulling you to his chest and engulfing you in a tight hug.

He will bury his face in the nook of your neck while his eyes glance towards you, checking your expression.

When he deems that you're not uncomfortable, his hand will slowly roam from your waist to your upper back. Curiosity glimmered in his eyes.

Hugging felt odd for him. It's warm, and he had people being this close to him before. He can feel your heart thumping straight to his chest, and your breath on his hair.

It's... interesting, to say the least. He wants more

But you wouldn't know that he actually likes it because when you pull away after a short while you'll find him frowning towards you, with eyes blanking out.

Then he just... walks away. Yeah, that's how your first hug goes.

A few days later, he'll ask for a hug again. But this time he didn't hug you right away. He pulled out his phone and checked something.

His brows furrowed and he seemed frustrated as he scrolled through his phone, muttering something you cannot hear.

If you peeked at his phone though, you'll find out that he's scrolling through an album in his gallery, which is full of couples hugging each other in various different ways.

Where and when did he take that picture? He'll never tell you. But it was clear as day that he lost some sleep in obtaining that picture.

"I want to try this one," he stated bluntly, showing you the picture in his phone. Awaiting your reaction.

If you ask him why you want that specific type of hug, he'll just tilt his head and say, "Because it's different from yesterday?"

This will become your daily routine, and as the relationship goes on he'll just simply walk towards you and show you a picture. You'll nod, and there you go!

When you told him that 1). he doesn't need to show you a picture reference to get a hug, and 2). He can hug you whenever he wants, he'll look confused for a minute before having an 'aha!' moment. He'll simply gave you a silent nod, and go on with his day.

It seems so normal, so you didn't realize your mistake right away...

After that, he never showed you pictures anymore. He just goes straight for a hug. Anywhere, anytime.

You're in public? You're having an important conversation? Your parents are around? S o w h a t ?

His hug will progressively got weirder and wilder too. One time you ended up having to talk with your teacher while he's hanging like a koala with legs crossed on your waist.

Yeaaa... you gotta learn to be more specific when it comes to him. This man is a clueless dork after all. Be patient pls.

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

Hugging with Domina will go on differently, depending on the stage of your relationship.

If you're still in the first few months of your relationship, he will not hug you. And you're not allowed to hug him. Period.

Forget about hugging; the most he would do with you at that time is only sitting by your side. He wouldn't even hold your hands and would recoil in disgust if you attempted to hold his.

Cruel as that may be, are you really surprised though?

He was controlled, abused, and neglected his entire childhood. In his mind, being given any form of affection without a silver lining = is suspicious.

He is aware that he's being cruel towards you. He didn't doubt for once that you had any ill intention towards him. And he also loves you! so MUCH! MORE THAN HIMSELF-

But the thought of you, loving him back? loving him for being him? Now that's a fairy tale.

As time passes and the relationship progresses though, he'll slowly open up to you emotionally.

He'll start complimenting you often, scoot closer when you sit by each other, he tell you what's on his mind, venting to you when the day and his thoughts overwhelm him, it's a big progress!

But hugging? Yea, it's still too much.

All of that will changed one day though. Your first hug will happened when you found him alone at the corner of the school grounds, having a panic attack.

He barked at you to go away as his hand trembled, trying to cover his numbed and agape mouth. He cries so much that his snot and drool are all over the place. His eyes are watery and red as tears stream down and stain his puffy cheeks.

He hates how his ear is ringing. How his vision is so blurry that he can't see your expression clearly. Were you disgusted? Were you mad? Were you afraid?

He hates himself so much. Everything is too much, he feels like being alive is a mistake, and 'why the fuck are you here NOW?'

He expects you to walk away, to laugh at him, kick him, anything. What he didn't expect though is for you to tackle him into a big hug.

Your breath tickles his ear as you mumble words of affirmation to calm him down. He can feel your palm circling on his back while your other hand crossed behind him and massages his opposite shoulder.

He didn't expect that such a simple action managed to shatter the loud static in his mind. He didn't expect that a simple action such as 'hugging' would be this... pacifying.

He never expected such action to break the final defense in his heart. He never expected that you'd make him cry his heart out for the first time in his life.

After that, your relationship will drastically changed.

Cold and detached Domina? Yea, it doesn't exist anymore.

Previously, the most physical contact he's willing to make with you is just secretive finger-holding. But now? He tackles you whenever you're in his sight.

His hug is super tight and clingy. He'll lean his body towards you, nuzzle his face onto yours while smiling so wide it almost looks yandere-ish.

He'll notice if you change the fragrance on your body and ask you about it. He'll comment about how cute you are and giggle so heartily if you react to his sudden hug.

He'll become super mischievous too. Hugging you from behind while you're talking, pulling you to sit on his lap and burying his face on your stomach, all that jazz.

But if other people dared to mention anything about it, he didn't mind using his Third to the other party :)

It happened so suddenly and so startling that Levis and the other almost went to the holy temple to request for exorcism lol.

He's now big on cuddling too! When both of you on the bedroom, he'll pull you in for a cuddle.

During nighttime, his insecurity will creep in again so he'll be more emotionally vulnerable during this time.

But just cuddle him, hug him, love him, and he'll be fine!

After all, you're his serendipity.

I'm really sorry but I really had no idea about what to write for Levis! I might do one for him along with Walkis students later in the future but for now this is all I had in mind...

I've been having a fever back and forth due to seasonal allergy and it'll take me awhile to write stuff until I fully recovered. Even writing a simple email fried my brain rn lol.

Again, sorry anon for not writing all the characters that you want. I hope this is fine tho 🍀 have a nice day!

[athyathye]

Baji,mucho and mikey with a s/o that is shy but you always see her with her arms around them like she is clingy (is that how you weite it?sorry im not fluent in englisch)

Hope you have a good day

"Want a hug?"

Author's note 📝: damn, I really like this KWJDDIIEW I haven't written for Much before so I hope his isn't too ooc :((♡☆

Warnings ⚠️: None, except for the occasional curse words! Made it extra fluffy duffy~

Baji :

❥  Best believe, he would eat it all up.

❥  Gosh, to his eyes you would just be such an adorable cutie (Which you are) that needs to be protected at all costs.

❥  Nothing boosts his ego more than knowing you can’t keep your hands off of him even with your shy nature.

❥  Though, as a soft boy, (He is a soft boy. To the right people at least) He could be a bit too overprotective with you.

❥  Don’t worry though, he has good intentions, and he just wants you to stay away from people that could potentially endanger you, people just like him.

Everybody around the area acted like they hadn’t seen you both in the corner with your bodies pressed against each other. Baji had you on his lap, his big strong arm was wrapped around your shoulders like a cloak. The other caressing your face that was as red as a tomato.

“H-here? Keisuke?” You muttered quietly, glancing around hoping that nobody could see you both right now. Oh does the horrors of having somebody see you both in this predicament embarrass you.

“Weren’t you the one who clinged on to me first? Besides, nobody would give two sh*ts, they’ve seen it happen more times than I can count” He murmured as he pulled your head to make you rest onto his sturdy chest.

The warmth of his body surrounded you, making you more flustered than you already were. The way his heartbeat was calm and stable unlike your erratic ones made you look up at him.

Chin on his chest, the way you gazed at him made Baji feel something he shouldn’t have. He tried to look away from your doe eyes and cutely blushing cheeks, but alas, he couldn’t resist. All he could think about was biting onto your soft pillowy cheeks that he imagined would taste and feel like a marshmallow.

“Don’t look at me like that. What are you? A cat?” Baji’s once pale cheeks sported only a tiny bit of tint. As if you felt the same way, you hid your face back on his chest.

“But, Keisuke’s the one who looks more like a cat with his teeth.”

“Should I bite you with it?”

Oop he took it a lil bit too far-

Mucho :

❥  (I really hope I can do him right-) Okay, Mucho. This giant. This absolutely dangerous man...would look quite humorous with a cutie dumpling dangling on his arms like you.

❥  He’s quiet, most of the time. He’ll give you the affections you’re craving for, but would look as if he was forced into doing so.

❥  So nonchalant about everything that it made it difficult to communicate with him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were scared of him at first.

❥  Don’t worry though, he’s a gentle giant, but only when it comes to you.

❥  The gang are now always expecting their big bad member to come with a cute, must-be protected-cinnamon roll like you during their meetings. Almost like an accessory.

Mucho had you in between his arms as he conversed with his leaders. He would be swaying from left to right a tad bit, looking like he was consoling a child. You’d have your hands around your face as soon as he’d let you go.

“Stop doing that” You whined at him once the two of you left. Your hands were still wrapped around his forearms, having difficulty in keeping up with his fast and big strides. He chuckled, finding your shyness amusing.

“I’m sorry, it seems like I'm the clingy one between the two of us” He teased. Smiling (Smirking) even wider once he felt your soft hits towards his chest. He turned to look at you, only to be mesmerized at the sight of you bringing his hand to your chest.

Time stopped, the feeling of sheer unexplainable feeling scourged through him. The way the sunlight glowed around you as if being absorbed, the way your lips were pulled into a coy smile with your facial expression. If someone said this wasn’t the image of an angel he had in mind, he’d beat ‘em all up.

‘Cause if you weren’t an angel, What else would you be?

“...Gimme a kiss for everytime you look this dashing”  His hand which was being held by yours, pulled on your hand. Giving it a gentle kiss on the back. Watching as you turned your face away. He gripped your chin, making you look directly up at him. His figure almost burying you in his dominance.

“...But then again, you’d have to kiss me every single second of the day….I wouldn’t mind that…”

Mikey :

❥  Tease. Absolute tease.

❥  He indulges in making you as flustered as a cherry tomato. Stuttering and hiding in his arms. He just loves that shy side of you so much.

❥  You’d think he was being a bully in the way he treated and teased you. He couldn’t help it though. As a decent-sized….as a fairly short person, whenever you’d look up at him as if he was someone as big and dangerous as his fellow gangster leaders tugged at his heart.

❥ The way you’d react to his advancements have made him squeeze his own heart juices to a prune and made him want to serve it to you with a cute little umbrella as a design. Weird analogy, I know.

❥  But that’s exactly how he feels whenever he feels you tug at his hand, clothes or anything that he could feel for that matter.

“....So any objections?” Mikey spoke up, clasping his hands together to avoid yours that was constantly trying to hold it. But once he had his hands clasped each other, a dejected atmosphere replaced your usually bright ones.

Feeling quite entertained but also bad, Mitsuya spoke up. “Yeah, captain. Give your girlfriend some attention.” It caused you to flinch and feel embarrassed beyond belief once you remembered that there were other people inside the room.

“I- I’m fine-”

“Yeah, or instead, I can give you attention, y/n” Draken teased, his eyes closed as his mouth stretched. It was only then that Mikey got rid of the teasing look on his face, grasping your hand tightly against his. “F*ck off.”

A commanding tone, one that’s normally taken seriously, but the most of them just let out amused smiles or quiet chuckles. It was quite a sight seeing the normally strict and cold heads acting so carefree.

“Sorry ‘bout them, y/n-chan, did ya’ need something?” His voice was clear and concise. His mouth was directly near your ear, after all. He made his voice deeper and raspier just like how Draken’s morning voice would sound like. (After hearing emma gushing about it once-)

“...Naughty...you’re doing this on purpose.” You muttered, fighting against his hold which he didn’t like.

“That’s not even considered naughty… this is though” Your hand that was pushing against his chest was bit. The tip of your finger felt the slight sting but you couldn’t feel it over they way you basically blew a fuse.

His thumb which was on your palm caressed it, making sure to capture every single second of this moment as he felt his heart grew full.

He liked your reactions a little too much.

[aoshihugs]

anon requested

wearing barou’s clothes

⤿ ‘x reader’ hcs, ooc??, kinda short bc barou would be shit at romance lol

⤿ warnings: swearing

❥ oh boy.

❥ okay so he’s not entirely against sharing his things, honestly. he’s just very particular about who he’s willing to share his things with

❥ you, being his beloved, get special privileges that no one else gets: wearing his clothes!!

❥ though i will say, he prefers that you ask him so that he doesn’t have to flip out when he can’t find his jerseys or sweats or the like

❥ wouldn’t say this to your face but he does think you look very cute in his clothes!

❥ he might even stare a bit lol

❥ if you catch him staring, he gets flustered and just turns away muttering something along the lines of “tch, get your own damn clothes”

❥ nice save, man! totally don’t believe you!

❥ if you actually believe him and start to give him back his clothes, he looks at you like ‘wtf?? 🤨’

❥ “the hell? what’re you giving them back for? they smell bad or something?”

❥ his mind jumps to all the worst scenarios

❥ if he caught you in the middle of trying to take off his hoodie or jacket, he’d literally grab your arm and ask “what are you doing?” with a lowkey horrified face

❥ he’d freeze and his eyes would widen a bit if you apologize or tell him you didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable

❥ internally screaming at himself like ‘SHIT they think you’re mad at them. just let them wear it?? the hell is wrong with you?’

❥ it takes patience to read between his lines but eventually, if you still weren’t taking the hint (he’s such a bad communicator, it’s not your fault), he could forcibly bark out a: “just wear it. it’s fine. i’m not mad.”

❥ progress, yall! woo! baby steps!

❥ it’s also a nice way to show that you’re taken when yall are out together in public

❥ while most people interested in you never actually approach because of barou’s – ahem – presence glare, they might still admire from afar

❥ barou catches these things easily, and while he wouldn’t tell you people are checking you out, he might randomly pull your (technically his) hood over your head and kinda just leave his hand on the top of your head or sling an arm over your shoulder to assert dominance to make the others look away

❥ if he finds you sleeping in his clothes, mf’s heart grows 3 sizes lmaooo, might snap a picture but would never show it to you. might even make it his home screen so it’s password protected because he does genuinely love you

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Weird uhh request, I was wandering if you could write maybe Denmark with a ftm s/o who's had bottom (phalloplasty) and top surgery and like s/o is very insecure of his scars and Denmark comforts him on his body?

This is certainly the weirdest request, anon. But, I will try my best to make this. I am also very sorry if you don't like the result because I'm not experienced writing these kinds of themes, especially in the medical field but to make it up and as a bonus. I will add Sweden and Norway!

Note: For a Transgender S/O (Female to Male)

Warning: If you hate LGBTQ+, Please do not read. I don't want a homophobic comment on this post. Also, OOC characters and Grammar errors.

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Andersen Densen, Berwald Oxenstierna, and Lukas Bondevik with an Transgender S/O who have a Phalloplasty and Top Surgery.

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Andersen Dense - Denmark

In my opinion, Andersen or Denmark would be very sweet if you are insecure with your Phalloplasty and Top Surgery scars. He might be dumb but he's not a complete asshole.

He might accidentally ask you "Hey, did I just see a scar on your chest?" but when he notices that you were looking away, insecure that he pointed it out. He would quickly pull his hands away muttering a soft 'I'm Sorry.'

Trust me, he doesn't mean to be insulting about your scar. He was genuinely just curious so I think you need to explain for him in the start so he wouldn't accidentally be insulting or make you insecure with your scar.

Andersen can be very sweet if you are getting insecure because some people pointing it out. He would send them a death glare to those who are talking about you from behind and call names on them to shut them up.

If you are okay with physical touch, he would be even twice more affectionate to you. Saying he loves you no matter what kind of scars you have while his hands gently trace the scar of your surgery, kissing the top of your head.

I think he would be shocked that you are insecure with your scars. The reason why I think he would be shocked because he thinks you are already perfect, so the thought of you are being insecure would make him sad too.

Just like I have said since Andersen can be sweet. He would defend you no matter what. He would also try to make you gain some confidence, buying the clothes that make you look good.

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Glancing down on your chest, you remember how everyone around you points it out and sends you a judgemental stare. Especially the elders who would whisper 'teenagers nowadays', judging you because you are a part of them. Some guys would call you mean names while girls would take a picture of you secretly before they are sending it to their friends.

Laying down on the bed, you couldn't help but tears slowly leak down from the corner of your eyes. Their actions and words haunt you, it truly hurts you. You don't understand why those people judge your sexuality, you didn't even hurt them nor try to hurt them but some people are just born to be an asshole.

The door slammed out loud, "I'M HOME, MIN ELSKEDE (my love)"

However, his smile was dropped in one second, seeing tears in your eyes. Andersen quickly runs up to you, engulfing you in his arms and softly whispering sweet nothings into your ear. " Min elskede, Are you okay? Did someone was being mean to you?" Denmark asks.

Your silence was an immediate answer for him. His sparkling blue instantly disappear and his eyes turn colder. Standing up, he kissed the top of your head and gently run your back "I vill beat whoever says anything about jour scars. Remember this (Y/N), I vill always love you. You are beautiful, even your scars are beautiful too," he kissed the top of your head again.

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Berwald Oxenstierna

In my opinion, Berwald is going to be much sweeter than Denmark. He won't make you feel insecure accidentally by acting like a dumbass.

Berwald would notice it immediately if you are insecure with your Top and Bottom surgery scars. He won't point it out like Andersen would but he would listen to you if you want to rant.

He would be even as affectionate as Andersen when you are insecure with your scars. He would cradle you in his arms, cuddling you and letting your sleep on his chest to soothe you.

Once he finds out that you are insecure with your scars, Berwald is going to try really hard to make you feel better about yourself and about your scar by listening to you and giving you some helpful advice.

Sweden is also very understanding, not only he would listen to you but he is also trying to cheer you up by making some sweets or some warm drinks. He's not the best speaker but he would be the best listener to you.

His words when trying to comfort you are also not as long and wide as Andersen, it would be simple but very sweet 'min älskade (my love), you are beautiful/handsome for the way you are. Your scars don't make you look bad'.

He is a massive teddy bear so you can expect lots of cuddles, kisses, cute praises from him, even though he doesn't speak a lot to cheer you up.

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After posting a picture of yourself inside of Instagram and Tumblr. You hope everyone supports you but instead, there were thousands of comments of people pointing out your scars, making fun of them and another homophobic comment that were cornering you by commenting on your look.

It was painful, most of them didn't even support your sexuality and they would tell you things that 'You are going to go to hell' by the white Christian communities. Some of the strangers even send you death threats by private messages. You don't understand why and you didn't do anything wrong yet those people are being mean to you.

A warmth sudden invades your back, a large hand moves your mouse away before clicking off the computer in an exit log, not wanting you to continue to see the hateful comments that you received from strangers. Your eyes widened to see Berwarld turning your computer off.

"Min älskade (my love), don't listen to them. You are beautiful/handsome for the way you are," his breath tickled your ears as his arms gently traces the scar on your chest gently, not in a sexual way but in a comforting way.

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Lukas Bondevik

Norway is not really as affectionate as Denmark or Sweden but he will try his best to be more loving when you are insecure with your surgery top and bottom scars.

If you are insecure with your scars, he would click his tongue in annoyance before saying, "Shut up. You look great," he's just doesn't understand why do you hate your phalloplasty and your top surgery scars.

There is a chance of you two going to have a full-blown fight where he wants to make sure that you need to be confident of yourself. However, don't worry because he means well.

If he made you accidentally cry because of his words, he would even feel more shit than before and then suck up his ego before apologizing to you and trying to explain that he doesn't mean like that nor trying to hurt you.

I don't think Norway is a person who is into a physical touch like France, Russia, Sweden and other countries. Nonetheless, he would try his best to give you the affection that you deserve when you are insecure with your scars.

Sometimes his hands would be lingering on the scars, he would whisper to your ear that you look amazing. Those people who make fun of your scars are the blind ones because they don't see the beauty inside of you.

He would try to be romantic with you. When someone is being mean and throwing means comments about your scars and your sexuality. Norway would glare at them, sending them the coldest glare before attacking them by his own words, denting their insecurity back.

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Glancing down at your scars, you frown softly because it reminds you of those hurtful comments that people always throw at you. Sometimes it only hurts a little but on the other time, it was suck and it feels like they were poking you with the sharpest knives as those words slowly stabbed you and made your self-esteem destroyed.

"This scar is so ugly...." you whisper to yourself.

"Shut up, you look great," Norway cuts you off.

"But-" You got cut off again by him.

"Oh My God, Don't you understand? You look amazing, your scar doesn't make you look ugly," He goes closer to you.

As he was strutting closer to you, you felt intimidated by him as you backed away until your back touched a hard cold stone. There was no way to escape from him. Closing your eyes, you try not to hold the tears but they accidentally slip from the corner of your eyes.

Something warm and big placed under your cheeks, cupping it gently on top of the person's hands. Opening your eyes, you could see Lukas looking at you. Even though his eyes were blank like a paper sheet, there was a hidden worry, guilt, and sadness inside of his eyes.

"Min kjærlighet (My love), Please remember......You are beautiful, your scars also beautiful," Lukas said before kissing your lips.

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[alllnights]

i'm busy for the majority of the day so i'm gonna get some things queued now and then will be around tomorrow

[wwalkingdread]

OKAY I NEVER REQUESTED SOMETHING BEFORE BUT I want to request a clementine x reader where clementine has always been part of the boarding school and the apocalypse never happened, so basically clementine and the reader have been friends for awhile and she convinces them to sneak out of the school with her and some of the ericson kids (Louis, violet, Mitch, marlon etc) to go do normal teenager stuff

❥ Midnight Junkyard

Characters: Clementine

Description: Sneaking out of Ericson during the night, Clem hopes the presence of her friends can give her the courage she needs to confess to you.

Warnings: Cussing, but that’s it!!

Notes: Feel free to request more!! This felt weird to write and I wish I chose a better location, but… Y’know. Reader is a little flirty, Clem might be a little OOC, but I hope not too much? I promise I’ll get better at writing little Clem <33

Clem had helped you hop over the fence, Marlon, Louis and Violet already over on the other side, cheering you on with hushed voices. You stumbled over a shattered vase, but Clem gripped your shoulders until you regained balance, the others giggling. You muttered thanks with a smile, following the others who had already taken it upon themselves to lead the way. This was the first time you had snuck out, the others had apparently done it before, or at least acted like they did.

“I thought that this was as close as we could get to a haunted house.”, Clem scratched the back of her head nervously,

“As if,” You scoffed, a smile on your face, “and what haunted house are you even talking about? If you’re talking about that abandoned storage shed down south, it’s not haunted. It’s all just dead rats.”

“Well, maybe those are the ghosts.” She smirked, which you returned.

“I think I’d prefer to see an alive rat than a dead one…” Clem shuddered,

“That makes one of us.”

Louis had started elbowing Marlon in his ribs, looking over in you and Clem’s direction with wiggling brows. Marlon pushed Louis away with his shoulder, laughing at him as he glanced in your direction. They all whispered among themselves, Violet following closely behind, who honestly preferred just being there rather than being included. Louis loudly coughed to clear his throat, suddenly turning to face you two,

"We’re gonna go chill at the back.” Louis spoke, “All the way to the back.”

“What? Do you need our permission?” You perked up. Louis just shrugged, an eyebrow raised with a grin,

“We’re just letting you know that you’ll be alll alone.” Clem’s expression twisted a small snarl on her face. Louis laughed at her, the three teens squeezing their way through, Violet making a point in knocking over a mannequin she saw. They didn’t go off too far, wanting to keep an eye on you two, but also wanting you to all be together if you had to run out of there,

“I know we could’ve gone somewhere more exciting.” Clem sighed, “I was worried somehow we’d get caught if we went somewhere more… Public. Nothing is open in this late anyway.” You and Clem made your way over to a mouldy couch, presumably dragged in by other teens looking for an escape. It was out in the open, random beer cans scattered about. While Clem leisurely plopped herself down, you looked at the green, dusty seat with disgust. You decided to sit on the very edge, the arm of the couch, “I get I’m being paranoid. I just wanted different scenery, I guess. I know it’s not great, but…”

“I don’t mind.” You said. Clem smiled, looking toward the ground.

Marlon had grabbed a lead pipe and Louis some random junk, like food cans and a half-shattered light bulb, throwing them in Marlon’s way as he tried to hit them like a baseball.

Violet, although her expression grew into a sour one, watched bitterly. She always let them know she hated the sport, so she was mostly watching to see who would get hurt first.

“It wasn’t my idea as much as it was Louis’. He’s been wanting to sneak out for months.” You leaned backwards with a dramatic sigh, almost going to fall toward the space next to Clementine until your senses got the better of you, remembering this was a shitty junkyard and this was a gross couch.

“Couldn’t it have at least been morning?” You yawned, “Maybe we could’ve actually gone somewhere instead of this shithole." Clem laughed, scooting closer to you,

“Oh, come on. I thought this would’ve totally been your scene. I think I even saw a raccoon on the way in.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” You gaped, voice an octave higher. You and Clem giggled amongst yourselves, silence falling upon you as you watched your friends mess around in the distance. Eventually, Clem cleared her throat, her hands on her lap and gripping the hem of her shirt,

“Well, Louis knew I wanted to sneak out with you at some point, but…” Her fingers interlocked, twiddling her thumbs, “I always got too nervous and backed out.”

“What? Like, just the two of us?”

“Yeah. Just us. Without those idiots.” Clem smirked, watching Louis groan and clutch his face as Marlon pointed and laughed, a full can of beans on the ground right next to him.

“I thought… I don’t know. Louis thought if we all went together it’d give me courage, y’know?”

“Courage for what? You’re acting like I’m some scary monster…” You let out a breathy laugh. You paused, eyeing the empty space on the couch. You slid down, changing your position, placing your head on Clem’s lap as your legs hanging over the end of the couch. She didn’t protest, only gulping as she watched you lay your weight on her. You smirked,

“What? You scared of me, pretty girl?”

“Hah, no!” She said quickly, almost cutting you off as she looked in a different direction, her cheeks a shade darker, “I just wanted to hang out with you. I know with them it’s a little awkward and I know we can’t go shopping or anything, but I thought… It didn’t really matter as long as you were here.” Her hands hovered above you, not sure if she should touch you or not. You could see her hesitation, so you grabbed a hand that was above you, bringing it down to the side of your face. Clem gasped quietly,

“Well, look at you two,” Violet spoke suddenly, crossing her arms. Clem’s hands flew upward, keeping their distance from you. She looked away, blushing. Violet only laughed,

“Did you guys see Marlon hit Louis in the face back there?” She vaguely gestured behind her. They were hidden behind a scrapped car, but the two boys were still visible,

“Oh, uh, yeah. Looked like it hurt.”

“Seriously.” You added

“He was almost crying.” Violet snickered, “You didn’t see it up close like I did.” Violet’s laugh died down, setting herself on the arm of the couch next to Clem. Clem stayed silent, a little frustrated.

“I didn’t even want to sneak in here. I wanted to go to McDonald's for a six-piece. I even have something that’ll make it half off.” Violet scoffed, crossing her arms and pressing a leg to her chest, “But Clementine thought McDonald’s wasn’t a romantic enough place to ask you out in and a junkyard was.”

“Vi!” Clem gasped, straightening her back. You felt the sudden tenseness of her legs under your head,

“What?” She just shrugged, an eyebrow raised at Clem’s reddened expression, “I mean, you already told them, right?”

“No, I didn’t.” Clem’s eyebrows were knitted tightly, speaking through clenched teeth and a red face. Violet’s mouth hung open,

“Oh…” She blinked, sitting in silence before looking away, “Shit.” You laughed at the two, who just looked in your direction. Clem’s face faltered, as did Violets.

“Thanks for letting me know, V.” You smiled, brushing a stray hair away from your face, “Clem wasn’t having any luck getting it out.”

“That’s not true, I was ready! I was working myself up to it this whole time and…!” Clem couldn’t seem to find her words, stammering and using her hands to try and express herself. Eventually, she gave up, turning to her friend and just shouting, “Violet!”

“What!?” Violet scowled, “I literally just helped you!”

“No, you didn’t!”

“Uh, yes I did.”

“You think I could speak to Clementine in private again, V?” Violet said sure, a small grin on her face as she made her way back to her spot. Louis had thrown the can back at Marlon, which must’ve split open. A thick glob of beans hit Marlon’s shoulder and dirtied his clothes. They had started wrestling at this point, Louis in a chokehold, yelling out apologies. Violet was softly yelling at them, telling them to be quiet so they don’t get kicked out.

“I’m sorry, I…” Clem audibly gulped, wetting her lips, “I’ve wanted to let you know and…”

“Clem, easy. I’ve been wanting to ask you out for… A long time.” Your teeth clamped onto your lower lip, chewing the skin. You breathed heavily through your nose before speaking, “But every time, I thought ‘Clementine’s too cool to sneak out just to go thrift shopping’ so I never did.”

“I would’ve liked that,” Clem said, voice quiet,

“It would’ve been better than here.”

“Here was just fine.” You smiled, “Let’s go thrift shopping soon then. Just us.” Clem felt your hand on top of hers, which she stared at, her gaze constantly flickering back and forth between you and your hand. Eventually, she cleared her throat and said,

“We… We should do that. Just us.” She giggled, “I’d… Like that.”

You sat up from your position, your face just an inch away from hers.

“Do you think if I kiss you now they’ll notice?” Clem’s face burned, tilting her head so she could see behind you. Violet was trying to separate Louis and Marlon’s play fight but seemed to be getting involved herself. Clem stiffly laughed, her gaze falling back on you.

“I’m not sure,” she gulped, “Only one way to find out, right?”

“Only one way to find out.” You repeated, closing the gap between you both.

[luvfy0dor]

Hello! I saw you do bsd x Reader it’s a mix of Taylor and I was wondering if you could do a chuuya x gn!reader with maroon by Taylor? Feel free to ignore if it’s too much but I thought it would be nice to request! :3

"So scarlet, it was maroon!!"- Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ♡˳

Warnings; wine, angst, hurt no comfort, brief references to various other Taylor songs, maybe ooc, cursing, no specified topic of argument, reader and Chuuya are both in the wrong

Description; Chuuya x reader fic based on Maroon.

A/n; god I love maroon best midnights song next to mastermind; also help I gotta memorize my affidavit for mock trial within the next 6 days but it's wtv we ball 🫡

Word Count; 3.09k (don't let it scare u pls it's not as much as u think and this is good istg u guys istg)

Fanfiction !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

You sat on Chuuyas couch, your body perpendicular from his with your legs resting in his lap. He held a glass of red wine in his hand; the dark color almost resemblant of the thicker, crimson liquid that became concentrated in your cheeks every time your name rolled off of his tongue. As you stared at him while he spoke, the walls and decor of his penthouse faded into nothing more than a blurry background.

"-but I also enjoy rock music." He finishes his sentence that you were there for, yet not present to fully hear; to dazed by his beauty to recognize anything besides the muffled sound of his voice. "Oh, that's cool, so do I. Do you like any artists in particular or..?" You ask, resting your head in your hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. Hearing him speak was like a beautifully written symphony to you, the sound grabbing your attention and pulling you in like no other.

"Hmm..well, I like Limp Bizkit." He says, taking a sip of his wine. His legs were crossed and one of his arms was set on top of the couch. "What about you?" His head is slightly tilted when he asks this. "Well, I like Linkin Park, but Limp Bizkit is really good, too. I like Nookie." You say. His hand moves from the back of the couch to rub your legs gently as he looks into your eyes. "Yeah, that's a good song, huh?" He murmurs, swirling the wine in his glass ever so slightly. "What a contrast. Older romance songs compared to rock. I think that's kinda cute." You say, a small grin on your face. He furrows his eyebrows and blushes a bit.

"And why would that be cute?" He mumbles, his eyes squinted in curiosity. You shrug, leaning forward a bit more. "I don't know, just is." You say, reaching over to brush some hair out of his face. He smiles a bit and leans into your hand, similar to how a dog would. You find amusement in it and reach your hand up to scratch his head, and to your surprise he doesn't pull away. Instead, he hums in satisfaction and scooches closer to you, the movement making his wine splash against the rounded sides of his glass. "Mn, feels real nice." He mutters.

You pulled him into your body, running your fingers through his hair. He calmly breathes against your neck, pressing soft kisses to the open skin every now and again. After a moment, his head perks up to place a proper kiss on your lips, smiling into the affectionate gesture before getting up and grabbing a cigarette. "I'm gonna go smoke off the balcony, you can come with if ya want." He says, holding the cigarette in-between his lips while he searches his pockets for a lighter. You could tell it was more of a request than an offer from the way he scanned your face, watching for your reaction. You smiled and nodded.

You followed him out onto the balcony, taking in the scenery of the city below the penthouse. The sky above you had a dark pink color to it, other colors swirled into a beautiful mixture before your eyes. You smiled at the sight, leaning over the railing as Chuuya lit his cigarette, shielding the flame from the slight wind with his hand. He took a puff and then leaned over the railing with you.

"Soo, back on the topic of old romance songs. What artists do you like? Elvis?" You ask, staring into his pretty blue eyes, almost enchanted by the color alone. He nods as he takes another puff, exhaling the smoke into the warm spring air. "Elvis is good. I really like Celine Dion, too." He says. You hum and nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. The smoke blows the direction opposite of your face while you watch cars passing by beneath the two of you.

After a couple minutes, Chuuya extinguishes the cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "I have a bunch of vinyls if you're interested in seeing that kind of thing. Theres a lot of different artists, you'll probably find one that you like." He says, his hand snaking around your waist as he guides you inside. You smile and follow him, leaning into his body.

The room he led you to was decorated with numerous book cases, a desk, and a small table. The small table held a record player, and the records themselves were on the shelves. You found yourself awestruck by his large collection, stepping closer to the cases filled with vinyls and some other collectables from various musicians. The shelf was organized by artist in alphabetical order, which you quickly realized as you noticed all of the vinyls you were looking at were by people whose names started with D through H. Your fingertips brushed over the sides of them before you pinched one, pulling it out from in-between all of the other ones.

You observed the thin cardboard in your hands, taking in the women's face in. "Whitney Houston?" You say, flipping it over and looking at the track list. He hums and rests his head on your shoulder while hugging your waist from behind. "Do you not like her or something?" He asks, an amused tone of voice. You slide the vinyl back between the others while shaking your head. "I've just never really listened to her." You say, looking through the shelves some more.

"Ooo, here's Elvis." You say, taking 'Blue Hawaii' off the shelf and slipping the disk out of the case. You bring it over to the player and start the machine up. You start the album on 'Can't Help Falling in Love', the only song you knew well on the album, the soft tunes filling the room. You walk back over to Chuuya, grabbing the hand that didn't occupy his wine glass and playfully twirled him, which extracted a small chuckle from his throat. He sways with you, both of you smiling and giggling as you move around the rather spacious room. You step on his feet a couple of times, but you can tell he doesn't mind.

As the song comes to an end, Chuuya dips you, regardless of height difference. You both giggle a little and he presses a small kiss to your lips before you start to feel a liquid splashing down onto your chest. "Mn-" you hum, bringing the both of you upright by pushing Chuuyas chest backwards a bit. "Aw, I'm sorry doll. I'll be right back, I'll get you a paper towel." He says, setting the glass down, small droplets of wine sliding down the sides. "Oh, alright, thank you." You say, watching him quickly skitter away to the kitchen. You look down at your torso, your eyes immediately falling onto the large burgundy stain that covered your shirt.

You sighed a bit, not mad at Chuuya for spilling it, but slightly annoyed by the dampness of your skin and the cold discomfort it brought. And the stain, ofcourse, but you could feel all of that annoyance slip away when you saw Chuuya re-enter the room, paper towel roll in hand. He ripped of a piece and crumpled it up before dabbing it against your chest, trying to soak up as much of the wine as possible without smearing it. You blushed as he did this, watching his face of concentration.

You could see him trying to sneak a glance up at you as he bit down on his lip gently, finishing cleaning you up the best he could. "Do you..uhm, do you wanna borrow one of my shirts? I can toss that one in the washer if ya want...or you don't have to wear a shirt, either is fine with me." He mumbles, his eyes averted from your face. You think for a moment. "Well, I would never pass up an opportunity to wear your clothing." You say with a grin. He nods and fetches you a shirt from his large closet.

When he returns, he tosses it to you, grabbing the glass he left on the table and quickly drinking the small remainder of wine before walking out; going back into the kitchen with the cup and paper towels. You closed the door and switched your shirt from the stained one to the one Chuuya had so kindly offered. You find him leaned against the counter, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you. His head perks up as he notices your presence, holding out one of his hands.

"Here, toss that to me and I'll stick it in the washer, alright?" You nod and toss him the shirt, him catching it and walking off to start cleaning it, as he promised. He comes back quickly and wraps his arms around your waist, his colder hands snaking underneath the hem of the shirt and pressing against your warmer back. You shiver a little at the contrast in temperature, but you rest your head on top of his and sigh contently. He starts to press kisses to your neck, gently sucking on the skin a couple of times, making you laugh. "Chuuya, I can't pull up to work with hickeys. You're kissing above the neckline of most of my clothing." You say playfully.

He hums against your neck in response, trailing soft little kisses down to your collar bone instead. You roll your eyes a bit. "That works, I guess." You say, feeling him interlock your fingers with his and gently pushing you against the counter. He pulls away and observes the maroon mark, his fingers lightly brushing over it as he smirks. He pokes you gently on your collarbone before speaking. "That one is the most noticable. You're not walking around with your collarbone out like that on the daily, so you'll be fine. You can cover these up, but don't even bother with this one." He says, continuing to grin as he talks.

"Don't worry, I won't." You reassure him. You twirl his hair around your fingers before putting your hand on his neck, guiding him into a loving kiss. You hold him there for a while before you both break away for a moment to get air, only to find your lips crashing together once again. The force between the two of you felt magnetic, almost as if you were unable to pull yourself away from him, your hand sliding from the nape of his neck to his cheek. That feeling that you loved so much; that feeling in which you reveled in. The warmth of his touch and kiss was so pleasantly different from the heat of argumentative moments, which became more common the longer you stayed at his side.

You knew that deep down under that angry facial expression, his caring and gentle personality was lingering, waiting to break through again and embrace you. You could think of no other reasoning for these arguments than the two of you just not being meant to be. You firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with Chuuyas personality, sure he was a little hotheaded, but not hotheaded enough for arguments ending in yelling and crying every week. Seeing his face in his hands in the worst way possible became a common sight, although it never becoming less saddening. His shoulders lightly shook while you peered at him from around a corner after the metaphorical dust of the argument had settled.

The bed grew colder every day, your mind tricking you into feeling the calming aura his body usually emitted while he lay next to you. However, you couldn't shake the undeniable absence of your lover from your mind. You lost sleep over those arguments regularly, even when the two of you returned to affectionate terms. The nights you slept alone in the bedroom, you could feel his presence outside the door, lingering in the hallway while he thought about everything. He thought about the love you both shared, that turned out to be a like carnation or a daisy rather than a rose or orchid. A love that was initially thought of to be so beautiful turned into a treacherous slope of devastation and denial.

The devastation really settled in the morning Chuuya knocked on the door of the bedroom where you slept, tears staining your face from the night before. The only thing you could remember about the argument was that it started with the both of you agreeing to sit down and calmly talk. The 'calm talk' turned into blame shifting on both sides as to why these arguments were becoming so much more frequent. You were both in the wrong, yet far to stubborn to apologize in the moment, which is why you thought he was knocking to tell you he was sorry. However, it turned out to be quite the opposite.

"Y/n." His voice called out to you as he gently opened the door all the way. You rolled over to face him, sniffling. Your nose was still stuffy, too. Chuuya could clearly see the remnants of the argument on your face and he almost felt a pang of guilt in his heart, but he proceeded to talk. "I need you to leave."

You had never been snapped out of your drowsiness so quickly, immediately sitting upright. "What? Why? Chuuya, if this is about the argument, we can fix this, I promise I'll calm down this time-" you start to ramble a bit, but he cuts you off quickly. "We both say that every single time we fight and it is clearly doing nothing for us." He mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger. Your shoulders slumped, you couldn't believe his words.

"Well, how about counseling?" You mutter, sadness evident in your eyes as your heart sunk to your stomach. "No, counseling is going to do no more for us than we can." Your lip started to quiver a bit, but you bit down on it as you angrily stood up from the bed, tossing the covers aside. "Chuuya, do you even want this relationship anymore?" You say, a lump starting to form in your throat as you tried to sound as serious and purposeful as possible. Chuuya only stared at you for a moment. "I think you know the answer to that." His face was serious, too. You exasperatedly huff.

"Fine. I'll leave." You say, grabbing a suitcase from the closet and laying it on the bed before rummaging through the clothing racks and drawers for as much of your stuff as you could fit. "I'll give you a minute." He says, exiting and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with your angry thoughts. You huffed and puffed while shoving clothing and other essentials together in the black luggage, sniffling as you did so. The sound of your tears hitting the canvas made a soft 'tap' noise, which filled the momentary silence in between your sobs.

When you finished, you carried the case out of the bedroom, out of the living room and hesitated at the elevator doors. You slid the key to his penthouse off of your keyring and dropped it onto the coffee table he sat at while you waited for the elevator to arrive. He said nothing to you while you stood there, barely sparing you a passing glance. The wait was awkward, the silence only worsened it, making the elevator walls you had always found annoyingly boring look like the pearly gates of heaven. You leaned against the side of the small space while you waited for it to hit ground floor. When it did, you immediately looked up hotels nearby. You called a taxi and made your way to the closest one. The entire way there, you hoped and prayed for a message from Chuuya, one that asked you to come back; one that you wouldn't receive. Even though it would be very inconvenient, you would turn around from a thousand mile journey if it meant making things up with him.

Your mind flashed back to the days and nights spent with him, how couldn't he see that the happy moments you shared outweighed the negative ones by a ton? You didn't know, and it hurt you to think about it any longer. You wiped your tears before stepping out of the vehicle and renting a hotel room. The hotel wasnt the worst thing ever, which was great because you were nervous about not being able to get a last minute room. You tossed your suitcase to the side after inspecting the room to make sure no one was hiding in there or anything and flopped down onto the mattress, bouncing a bit. You gripped onto the blanket and just let the tears flow from your eyes.

The only sound coming from your parted lips were groans and sobs as you rolled over, the blanket no longer muffling your cries. You were aware of how pitiful the sight of you would be to any outsider, but you couldn't help but bawl. You had just lost someone so important to you, so near and dear to your heart in the blink of an eye. You're lost in your thoughts before you can feel the exhaustion from your crying and emotional stress wash over you. This only aids you in slipping into a light, yet peaceful and dreamless sleep.

When you awoke, your first thought hit you like a bus, though. You immediately looked around in confusion before remembering you could never return to the penthouse you once considered to be home for anything other than your left over belongings. Especially not for him.

Your hands immediately fell over your face, your chest tightening as if you were about to cry again, but you were far too dehydrated for that. You were left laying on the hotel bed, so many pent up feelings but not enough water in your system to cry and not enough motivation to get up and get any. You reached over for your phone to try and distract yourself, but you would feel these emotions no matter what and you knew that. You cursed yourself for not just apologizing, even though he didn't apologize either, but none of that mattered any more. He was gone, he had left you, running from the relationship like water runs down a stream.

A/n #2; i dunno how I feel about writing angst. Oh, also, I know it's probably "that's a real fuckin legacy to leave" without a comma but the comma makes it so much more dramatic and I'm dramatic so.

That's a real fuckin' legacy, to leave.

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Snowy Heart - Embry Call

WARNINGS: Smut, Bella Swan very OOC (mean to the reader) as a plot device

REQUESTED: Anon

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I don’t have an excuse, I’m just a piece of trash. Don’t know what I’ll post next, either another Embry one or one for Paul. I’m kinda just writing a bunch of stuff at once, which is never a good idea, but since I’m a mess, so is everything I do.

For whatever reason, Bella had hated Y/N the second they met. It didn’t matter how nice Y/N was, how helpful she tried to be, Bella always found some way to cut her down, picking at anything and everything she did or said. 

Thankfully, with the amount of time Y/N spends with the pack, she rarely sees Bella since she’s almost always hanging around the leeches. There was nothing Y/N had to worry about. At least, that’s what she thought, until the battle with the newborns.

Emily and Y/N decided to stay at Billy’s house since the three of them were the only ones to know about the army outside of the pack, and were safest there while everything went down. Waiting for everyone to come back was horrible, and it didn't help knowing that if anything bad were to happen, Y/N was powerless to help them. The only relief Y/N felt was when she saw the pack breach the forest line late into the night, though it was short-lived when she noticed them carrying above their heads.

Y/N felt slightly guilty at the joy when she noticed it was Jake, and not Embry, watching as the boys disappeared into the house to put Jake down. When they came back outside Y/N ran straight to Embry, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as possible while she cried for him and the pack.

Embry held her just as tight, hands fisted in her shirt as they held each other silently. Y/N pulled away when Embry tenses up, spotting Carlisle out of the corner of her eye. Sam quickly leads him into the house, and the two of them are in the house for less than a minute before Jacob yells out painfully, causing everyone outside to flinch.

His cries of pain seem to go on for hours, filling the night air and shaking Y/N to the bone. Y/N doesn’t hear the sound of Bella’s truck pulling up, but she does hear the door slamming shut causing her to jump, the top of her head knocking into Embry's chin. Y/N pulls her face away from Embry’s chest, face wet with tears, checking to make sure Embry is alright before focusing on Bella. She rushes up to the house, but just as Bella reaches the porch she gets startled by Jake, who once again lets out a painful, gut-wrenching sound that causes Bella to flinch so hard she takes half a step back.

“It’s been going on for a while,” Quil says from his spot next to Jared.

“Doc’s re-breaking his bones,” Embry adds in, and Y/N can feel his chest rumble with his words. Bella’s eyes widen in horror, but Leah’s pacing quickly catches her attention.

“Why’d he have to but in? I could have taken that tick-”

“Give it a rest, Leah,” Paul mutters, rolling his eyes at the girl just as the front door swings open. Everyone turns to Carlisle, anxious to hear about Jake.

“The worst is over. He’ll be alright.,” Bella lets out a sigh of relief, and Y/N can see tears in her eyes. Carlisle turns to Billy, “I gave him some morphine, but his body temperature will burn it off soon. I’ll come back to set up a drip.”

“Thank you,” Billy says, voice thick with emotion.

“And make sure he doesn’t phase until I clear him. The bones need to set.”

“We’ll keep him in line,” Sam states, and receives a snort from Quil.

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

Carlisle turns towards Bella, “He’s asking for you.”

Bella nods and, after the warning looks she receives from the pack, disappears inside. After that, the Pack disperses, heading home to get as much sleep as possible. Embry leads Y/N over to her car, still holding onto her when they stop next to the door. Y/N tightens her grip on Embry, pulling him into another hug before taking a step back. She pulls out her keys and quickly unlocks the door to climb in, knowing that if she stayed any longer, she wouldn’t let him go.

Embry gives her a bright smile, and Y/N can’t help herself, wheeling down the window and sticking her head out. Embry immediately leans in, pressing a firm, lingering kiss on her lips. When he pulls back Y/N tries to follow him unsuccessfully, earning a laugh from the boy.

“Go, I don't need your parents banning you from me again. That was probably the worst week of my life.”

Y/N laughs, giving him a wave as she pulls out of the driveway.

Y/N is twenty minutes into her after school shift at the local coffee shop when Bella strolls in, a smug look on her face. She’s by herself, which puts Y/N on edge immediately. The place is basically empty, save from a couple in the back corner that already have their order, there’s nowhere for Y/N to run.

Plastering on a smile, Y/N turns her full attention to Bella, bracing for the worst, “Hey Bella. What can I get you?”

“A large double-double, please,” Bella says simply, and it throws Y/N off for a second. Bella hands Y/N over a five-dollar bill before Y/N can even think of a response, snapping her out of her stupor. Y/N quickly rings her up, handing her the change before turning to make her coffee.

It’s quiet, the only sounds in the shop from Y/N making the coffee and the occasional giggle from the corner of the room. Just as Y/N relaxes, pouring the milk into the steaming cup of coffee, Bella starts to talk.

“I can see why you like Embry so much,” The comment wouldn’t seem so weird if it wasn’t coming from Bella, and Y/N is instantly on her guard, picking up sugar packs to pour into the coffee.

“Yeah?”

Bella lets out a hum, watching Y/N's trembling hands as she pours in the sugar, “Yeah, and he’s really warm, saved me from freezing to death up on the mountain,” Y/N tenses up, just barely stopping herself from knocking the cup over. She picks up a stir stick, an uncomfortable feeling settling into her stomach, “and his chest is like, really firm. He felt so good curled up around me.”

Y/N nods absently, capping the cup as she turns around. She tries to keep the professional smile on her face, but when the smirk on Bella’s face widens, she knows she wasn’t able to hide her distress well enough. Bella takes the coffee out of her hands and immediately turns to the exit, “Have a good day,” Bella adds over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and into her truck, driving away.

Thankfully it’s slow for the rest of her shift, because Y/N can’t pay attention to much at all. Everything somehow gets done, from muscle memory more than anything else. Even her boss seems to pick up on it when he comes out to check on her an hour to closing, but he thankfully doesn’t ask her about it, instead sending her off to clean the bathrooms to avoid any disasters Y/N could cause while being distracted.

She’s still distracted on the drive home and is surprised she didn’t crash, since she didn’t even realize she had gotten into her car at all until her mom came outside to leave for work. Y/N shuts off her car and passes her mom to go inside, ignoring all of her questions and heads straight to her room.

As soon as she flops onto her bed she turns on her phone and takes it off of silent. Waiting for her is a text from Embry, one she gets every day after her shift to ask how it went. Y/N stared at the message for a while, not really wanting to respond. So she doesn’t, instead, she turns off her phone and heads to the bathroom, wanting to get the smell of coffee and sandwiches off of her.

When she gets back to her room, a towel wrapped tightly around her body, Embry is sitting on her bed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, an anxious look on his face, and Y/N instantly feels guilty for not answering him back. As soon as the door to her room is closed Embry is shooting up off the bed, making it to Y/N in two long strides. He pulls her into his body, and instead of being comforted by his warmth, Y/N can only remember what Bella said to her earlier.

She must have unconsciously tensed up, because Embry pulls away, looking more concerned than before, “What’s wrong, did something bad happen at work?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Y/N says, staring at the wet spot her still damp hair left on his shirt instead of his eyes, before turning around and heading towards her dresser. She rifles through her clothes silently, listening as Embry slowly walks over to her. He lets out a sigh before reaching out to pull her into a hug once more. He presses a few light kisses across her neck before speaking.

“I know what happened,” Embry muttered, lips grazing her skin with every word, “Edward heard your thoughts when you drove past him on your way home, and he called me.”

Y/N tensed up, trying to pull away from his hold, “I don’t know what you’re-”

“Y/N, hey, hey. Calm down, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal, okay? Now, tell me why you’re upset.”

Giving him a weak nod, Y/N leans back into Embry’s chest, letting herself relax against him, “I know that I’m overreacting, okay? I know that if you didn’t do it that Bella could have died up there. But I can’t help it, you know? We haven’t been together long, and I just, I don’t know. Why would you want me when you could have someone older, like her?”

“No,” Embry says firmly, turning Y/N around, hands firmly planted on her waist. He’s got a hurt look on his face, and Y/N can’t tell if she’s made him mad or not, “Please don’t say that. Why would I ever want her when I have you? My beautiful, smart imprint, who puts up with the wolf shit I dragged you into.” Embry brings a hand up to cup Y/N’s cheek, thumb swiping away the moisture on her cheek. He leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, smiling when Y/N leans up into it, “I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You love me?” Y/N asked, staring up at him in wonder. Embry nods, thumb still rubbing her cheek with a soft smile on his face, “I love you too.”

“Good,” Embry muttered, dipping his head down to press his lips to hers. Y/N sighed into the kiss, taking a step forward to press up against Embry. His hand slid down from Y/N’s face to her waist, fingers digging into her sides. Y/N brought her hands up to wrap around Embry’s neck, tongues slipping out to swipe along his lip. Embry instantly opened his mouth for her, moaning at the feeling of their tongues pressed together.

Embry slowly started to back up, keeping Y/N pressed tight against him. When he felt the bed knock against the back of his legs he sat down, pulling Y/N forward to sit her on his lap. The towel hiked up as Y/N sat down, but she paid it no mind, diving back in for another kiss. Embry's hands roamed Y/N's slightly moist body, down the tops over her thighs before loping them underneath with a firmer grip. He dragged his hands up until they cupped Y/N's exposed ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.

The rough treatment caused Y/N to unconsciously grind down on Embry, hands moving to card through his hair, and the two of them let out long, drawn-out moans at the sensation. Embry uses his hands on Y/N's ass to guide her movements, pulling her down onto him roughly. He drops his head down to her neck, sucking large bruises across her skin to replace the nearly faded ones.

When Y/N lets out a whimper as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot on her neck, he quickly abandons her ass to tug off the towel, dropping it off the side of the bed to run his hands over the newly exposed skin. The cool air made Y/N shiver, pressing into Embry to steal some of his warmth. Y/N fisted her hands into his shirt, trying and failing to tug it up while still pressed against him. Instead of moving to take the offending article off, Embry flops back onto the bed, staring up at her with hazy eyes.

“What...?”

“Sit on my face,” Embry said, and it shouldn’t have been arousing, how bluntly he stated it. But Y/N could feel her entire body flush, heat pooling low in her stomach. All she could muster was a nod, shuffling up his toned body until she was kneeling above his face, knees on either side of his head. Embry grabbed a pillow from next to him, stuffing it under his head to prop it up at a better angle. Once settled, his hands migrated to Y/N hips, giving them a firm squeeze as he gazed up at her.

Y/N could feel his breath ghosting over her, the contrasting temperature against her wetness making her shudder. Repositioning herself, Y/N slowly settled down to hover over Embry waiting mouth. In seconds he had her spread open, licking a long strip from her dripping entrance to her clit. Y/N let out a long moan that almost completely drowned out Embry's, already feeling unsteady on her knees, and he had barely done anything. She leaned back, hands splayed out on Embry’ chest to keep her upright.

He started almost torturously slow, light flicks of his tongue that didn’t give nearly enough friction. Y/N let out a whine, rolling her hips to try to get some friction. Embry's arms immediately came up to halt the movement, wrapping around her thighs to keep her in place. His movements became impossible lighter, just barely grazing over her in a way that had Y/N desperate for release, hands bunching up Embry’s shirt in a white-knuckled grip.

“Please,” Y/N moaned, moving a hand to card her fingers through his hair, tugging it the way he liked, “stop teasing me.”

Y/N felt him smirk against her, then licked another broad stripe along her wetness before wrapping his lips around her clit, sucking on it lightly. The action had Y/N moaning, nails digging into Embry's chest, though he didn't even seem to notice, giving no outward reaction.

Embry made quick work of her, mouthing at her like a man starved. Y/N could barely stay upright at the onslaught, thighs shaking in an effort to stay up. One of his hands slid away from her thigh, pushing on her bum slightly to raise her up. With the added room Embry brought his thick fingers to her entrance, swirling one around to collect the wetness there before pushing in. After finding no resistance, Embry quickly slid in another, causing Y/N to moan at the stretch. Her hips rolled on their own accord, but Embry didn't stop her. Instead, he just gripped her thigh tighter, letting Y/N ride his face and fingers as she chased her release.

The room was filled with Y/N’s moans and the loud squelching as Embry fingered her. Embry slowly spread his fingers, curling them slightly as he sucked more aggressively on her clit, and it was enough to send Y/N over the edge, falling forward onto her hands as she shook above him. She listened as he obnoxiously sucked on his fingers, and let out a breathy laugh as she rolled to the side to free him.

When she caught her breath she looked away from the ceiling to find him already staring at her, the lower half of his face wet from her.

"You want me to..." Embry shook his head, looking a little embarrassed as he fidgeted on the bed.

"That was really hot," was all Y/N got, and it took her a moment to get what he was saying. But when she sat up to look him over, she could see a wet spot forming in his sweats.

"Come on," Y/N said, sliding off on the bed and onto her still unsteady feet, "I've got a pair of sweats I borrowed from you a couple weeks ago."

"Borrowed? More like stole," Embry followed Y/N to the dresser, stripping his stained sweats and boxers in one go to quickly slip on the clean pair, using Y/N's towel to wipe himself clean. He migrated over to the bed, laying down on his side so he could watch Y/N as she slipped on a pair of underwear and a t-shirt, eyeing the already forming fingertip shaped bruises that littered her body her body. When she turned around to get in the bed her step faltered, staring at him funny.

"What's with the look?" Y/N asked as she climbed in next to him.

"Nothing," Y/N curled up into his open arms, burying her face into his neck, "Are you feeling better now?"

Y/N let out a snort, giving Embry's neck a playful bite before responding, "Yes Embry, and I'll be sure to come to you the next time I'm feeling like this," Y/N added, knowing what he was going to say next.

"Good, I love you."

"Love you too."

[alllnights]

i am feeling super super run down today so i'm gonna just do stuff slowly and when energy spurts, please bear w/ me

[alllnights]

gonna spend the next few days sorting out my muse pages so please bear with me and then i will get drafts done <3