#Hello I am awake at 2am because I was reading

[browneyedmissy]

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

You said you wanted sub!Larissa Weems requests and I had to share an idea I had with you. Maybe you could write one where Larissa has a bad mental-health day (feeling insecure about her body, ect.) and fem!reader shows her how truly -fucking- beautiful she really is. I'm sorry if it's a little vague. I was thinking a fuck-ton of praise with a twist of degradation with the use of "my pretty little slut" or something similar, maybe some begging but the reader doesn't ask her to, Larissa just does because she's caught in the moment? Sprinkle in some overstimulation and the reader calling her "Angel"? I haven't requested something in FOREVER so excuse me if I sound a little off. Thanks! X

Hello there anon (: Thanks for the request! I absolutely love this and am most definitely writing on this idea. Thanks for your patience, Hope you enjoy it ☺️ P.S. I picked out a song to go along with this Fic 😉💕

Relax, Angel ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, use of handcuffs, use of blindfolds, use of vibrators, over-stimulation, degrading kink, praise kink, fluff, etc.

Enjoy (;

This monster plus Wednesday Addams had really been getting to Larissa as of yet. She spent way more time in her office, holed up. You swear you saw her hands trembling 24/7 nowadays…

You had finished up all your classes for the day and walked over to Larissa’s office like always.

“Hey, love…” you cooed, walking over to a hunched over, working Larissa.

Larissa merely hummed in response. You came up from behind her, wrapping your arms around her neck, kissing her exposed skin.

“Sorry Darling, I have a lot of work to do… I’ll probably be working for a couple more hours, meet you in bed?” She hummed.

“Alright, love you.”

“Love you too, Darling.”

You spent your evening grading papers and waiting for Larissa. Eventually, you finished all your grading and moved on to reading. Before you knew it, it was 2am and your eyes were getting heavy.

But you wanted to wait for Rissa.

At about 2:30, you heard the door click open. Your head shot up, as Larissa crept into your shared quarters.

“Hey…” you sleepily cooed.

“Hey.” Larissa dejectingly responded.

Her body movement was slow and down… Her lips was quivering int he slightest manner… Her hands were trembling… Your body jolted awake even more now at the sight of your Rissa.

“Hey, What’s up?” You asked, voice full of concern and care.

You immediately brought her over to your shared bed, embracing her. A tear left Larissa’s eye. Followed by another. And another.

“Oh my, love, what’s wrong? I’m here, talk to me…” you pleaded, hating seeing your lover like this.

“I… It’s…” Larissa chocked through sobs, “It’s just… all too much…I’m not enough…”

You cupped Larissa’s cheeks, moving her eyes to meet yours. Tears started to brim on your own eyes at the sight of Larissa.

“You. Are. Enough.” You almost violently spoke out, against all the negativity being fed to your beautiful wife.

“You are a fucking goddess. Fucking stunning.” You whispered, placing your forehead against hers.

Larissa whimpered, slowly ghosting her lips with yours.

“Oh is that what you want?” You teasingly cooed.

Larissa desperately nodded with a small whimper following. She then closed the gap, connecting her red lips with your soft, caring ones.

“I’ll show my angel just how fucking beautiful she is.” You whispered into Larissa’s ear.

You could hear Larissa audibly gulp at this. You lightly chuckled at this.

“Im gonna unzip your fucking amazing dress, alright?” You purred, “Because as much as I love you in it… I’d love it even more with it on the floor…”

Another whimper escaped Larissa’s lips.

“Words, Angel. I need words.”

“Yes, please… god yes…” Larissa whispered into your mouth.

Then you dragged the zipper down her neck and down her back. Slowly, you undressed her goddess frame, until Larissa was left in her undergarments.

“God, your so beautiful…” you blurted out.

Larissa blushed at this, trying to hide her body from you.

“No no no…” you tutted her off, placing your hands on her shoulders and pushing her gently below you onto the bridge.

“You’re a motherfucking goddess, you don’t get to hide your body from me…” you purred, starting to kiss Larissa’s body from the neck to her hands to her stomach to her legs and her thighs…

By the time you got down to her thighs, Larissa started bucking her hips more and her breath was getting more shallow.

“Please… please… please…” she mewled.

“Awww, does my pretty little slut want me to fuck her?” You purred.

Larissa pouted her lips and whined, “god yes please… fuck me…!!”

You hummed in delight, dragging your finger through her throbbing cunt.

Larissa cried out, grabbing your hair and wrapping her legs around your head, “Oh god, yes! Fuck yes…!”

You then added a second finger and started to pump into her pussy at a steady pace, electing many more moans and mewls from Larissa’s lips.

And pretty soon, Larissa’s legs were shaking and were breath was becoming more and more erratic.

“Is my pretty little slut gonna cum for me?” You purred.

“Yes! GOD YES…!!!” Larissa cried out, “I’m so close, please!!”

Larissa came on your fingers like a fucking goddess. She was fucking sight to see…

“That’s it Angel, cum on my fingers…” you purred, as you helped draw out and then help her down from her climax.

~~~

Before you knew it, it was 6am, and you had made Larissa scream from multiple orgasms. Handcuffs, vibrators, and a blindfold were spread all across the bed. The last stroke you swiped against her clit, made Larissa cry out in over-stimulant pleasure. Cuddling up next to Larissa, you held her.

“Your so fucking beautiful, don’t let anyone convince you otherwise…” you whispered into her ear.

You thought Larissa had drifted off but she whispered back to you, “Thank you.”

“Anytime Angel. Anytime.”

[causenessus]

Hello hello <3 HAPPY SELF SHIP FRIDAY <3333 I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELY DAY <333

pre-relationship: 3. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Gen: 1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did they go about it?

Love: 1. Who said “I love you” first, and what was the situation?

Domestic: 12. Who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other???

Sorry I did a lot because I love suness <333

-love bakery anon 🍪

self ship questions <3

AAAA DON'T APOLOGIZE AT ALL BUG PLS READING THAT MADE ME SMILE SO HARD AND GOOFY I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH BUG!!!! THANK YOU FOR LOVING US <3333 YOU ARE TOO SWEET AND I APPRECIATE YOU SO SO MUCH!!

3. who felt romantic feelings first?

me!!! definitely me LMAO i was charmed by him literally immediately!! i mentioned this i think in a question about when we fell for each other if i remember correctly?? but i like to think that i'm very good at reading people and kind of getting an idea of their vibe from first meeting and literally just seeing them for the first time (perks of being a cancer) so i definitely felt things for him like the moment i saw him <33 once again we were friends to lovers!! and we first had a class together and just seeing him interact with his friends i was probably already a blushing mess...unfortunately....i am such a hopeless romantic it's bad 😭

1. who said "i love you" first, and what was the situation?

suna did!!! and let me word it this way: i say "i love you" a TON to my friends so i obviously said it to him a few times (i was a little nervy to say it to him bc i didn't know if he'd figure out that i liked him and meant it ROMANTICALLY even though i was PRETENDING to mean platonically) when we were friends so like technically??? i did??? but then when we started dating i was even more scared to say it because i didn't want to come off too strongly BUT HE DIDN'T GAF that man probably said it like the night we started dating and were texting each other goodnight:

rin <3: okay goodnight go to sleep. i'll know thru ur spotify activity if ur still awake rin <3: i love you <3 *cue ness freaking out screaming into a pillow. kicking her feet. everything.* rin <3: pls respond rin <3: i mean it that i love you rin <3: i've loved you this entire time there's no way i'm holding off saying that i LOVE LOVE you now that i can rin <3: i love love u ness: rintarou you cannot just say things like that omfg rin <3: says who? fuck them ness: you are so ness: i love you too rin ness: so so so so so much you have no idea ness: goodnight <3 ness: although i don't think i can sleep anymore bc that's messed me up rin <3: does that mean i can come over? <3

12. who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other???

OHHH I HATE BOTH I GET SO EMBARASSED but he thinks it's cute when i get all shy so he'll force me to dance with him. i felt like an idiot slow dancing with him in the kitchen at like 2am bc he wouldn't let go of my hand or hip and just forced me to keep in step with him </3 but it's a little fun dancing with him although i'll never admit it!! and after a LONG LONG TIME i finally got used to singing along to the radio whenever we drive around <3 but i'll never admit that i like dancing or singing!!!!! NEVER

[fawn-eyed-girl]

For the writers truth and dare ask game😊

🪲,🍄,🪐,🎱,🏜️

Liz HELLO! Thank you so so much for the ask!

Let's see...

🎱: I try not to follow Ao3 stats too much, but I'll give you the one I'm most proud of

Word count: 3,271,798

With a goal to get to 4 million by the end of 2024!! We'll see if I can get there 💖

🏜️: my favorite type of comment: any comment that likes my work is my favorite! 😅 it's always nice to know someone is reading and appreciating

🪐: Three good things in my life right now... It's almost spring break 🫠 my kiddo got a good part in a play, and...the Haikyuu movie is doing amazingly well (although I wish I could fly to Japan to see it!)

🍄: Headcanons:

InuKag: Inuyasha loves to watch Kagome when he thinks she's not looking, but she totally knows he's watching her. She just...lets him think he's being sneaky 😅

BKDK: After the war, Katsuki and Izuku are basically inseparable. They try to sleep apart in their dorms, but one of them always shows up at the other's door at like 2am because nightmares are keeping them awake. Aizawa begrudgingly lets them share a dorm room because they're just impossible otherwise, and thus begins a new era where they're even more impossible, because they're attached to each other all of the time 😅

🪲: sooo I have a bunch of things I can't show yet, because they're for zines or events or other things, BUT I do have a little snippet of something I am working on for @takaobata that is part of our Inuyasha space AU that I am very happy to share! I've included it below the cut ⤵️

Thanks so much for the questions! These were fun to answer 💖

From the Writers Truth and Dare Ask Game

The flashing lights and high-pitched wails from the alarms fill Inuyasha’s eyes and ears as he races down the corridor. His half-demon hearing picks up on the voices of the enemy, infiltrating his ship from every corner, and he knows his time is short.

It’s not himself he worries for; he doesn’t care if he’s caught, if he lives, or if he dies.

But the precious item in his pocket…

He reaches the escape pod room and, frantically, punches in the code. The door shoots open, and he tears inside, stumbling to the nearest pod. He opens it and, with shaking hands, places the pouch he’s been carrying in his pocket all this time in the secret compartment only he and one other person in the galaxy know exists. 

He doesn’t necessarily believe in the gods and all that nonsense, but he says a quick prayer anyway. 

The coordinates he enters into the pod’s computer are ones he hopes are still accurate. Because if not…

He steps away; the door to the pod seals, and within seconds, it jettisons down the launch chute to be shot off into space. 

This better work, he thinks desperately. It’s our only hope.

[httpiastri]

Hiii Love!

Gosh, I haven't been here in a while! I hope your doing good!

I actually managed to watch the race last Sunday, which is the first race I have watched since the summer break. That's so crazy 🙈 but I am just trying to get the most of the nice weather before it just starts to rain all the time here.

I am so so happy about choosing to do the year abroad, and even though sometimes there are harder days (like when my au pair kids do the opposite of what I tell them to do) and it gets frustrating, I love this work and the country and the kids of course! One of them was all cuddly today and didn't wanna stop hugging me 🥰

But the race was so good! Even though I am very... unsure what to think about Carlos as a person, I love love love Carlando and the teamwork at the end of the race was everything!! Gosh, I was so nervous!

I was planning on watching the race on Sunday as well, because it's early in the morning before I could go out, but now it turns out I am going out the night before and won't be home till 3 am 🙈 I really don't think I'm gonna be able to keep my eyes open to watch or even get up. How did I do this back home??

I don't know if I missed anything because I haven't read all of the asks, but did you come to a decision about your University? Just if you wanna talk about it :)

Also, I read that you were struggling a bit about a writer's block and I just wanna say that just starting is the most important thing, even if it might be absolute bullshit! You can always improve it later! Hope it resolves itself soon and you have more time to write as well!!

-✨

hello love! i’ve missed you!! i’ve been doing good, how about you? <33

aw im glad you got to watch the race, it was a good one!! not just the boring old “max verstappen wins by 64 seconds” race 🤭 i’ve been kinda unsure about my feelings about carlos recently too but i can’t say no to carlando, such an iconic and lovely pairing 🥰 just wish it had been swapped around so lando had the win!

but yes you’re right for enjoying the weather and spending time with the kids! i’m really glad you feel like going away to be an au pair is the right thing 🥺 since i work with kids too (they’re probably a bit older than yours, though?…) i really get you, it can be annoying at times but it’s also so much fun. and a cuddly child 🥺😭 that’s so sweet awwww i’m so happy for you about this whole thing 🫶

oh god if you’re up that late then it indeed would be hard to stay awake 😩 good thing you can always watch it later! and i hope you have a great night out 😁😁 idk how i’m gonna survive it either, i really wanna catch up on some sleep this weekend… why couldn’t this weekend be a later race 😔😔

about uni, i ended up not going and instead i’m taking a course in journalism at another university! it’s only once a week though, so i’ve been working these last few weeks. first time i’ve ever worked an actual 9-5 job for more than like two days 😵 i’ve done so many other types of work but this is new territory. it’s quite alright so far! the only problem being that i never fall asleep until 1am at the earliest, so i never get a lot of sleep :/ well well!

you’re very right, always when i get a block i just sit down and force myself to write either way. i have barely had any time at all to write these last few weeks tho so i haven’t gotten around to doing it. i did manage to sit down last night though and had a good writing moment! but it was at 2am so my work today is going to suffer from it 🥲 thank you love!

i hope you have a great weekend sweetheart 🥰🥰

[juminsmysticmc]

hey!! i love your account and i can't help but read your writing more , can you do a college student s/o with the rfa+ searan with mc who collapsed at her apartment and they find her unconscious because she has insomnia so she took sleeping pills and when she gets to the hospital they know that she haven't been eating etc.. im sorry if this was long^^ keep my request as anonymous

RFA + Saeran x College student MC who collapsed at her apartment

Hello there! This was such an interesting request and I am glad I was able to write it ( it’s kinda my fav genre..) ! I hope you like it!

Please keep in mind that I this is a fanfiction, everything that happens here is ,,dramatized’’ and may not apply to a real situation.

Jumin

Your eyes wandered back to the big alarm clock on your drawer. It was 2AM.

Your hands found their way to your face as you took a deep breath. You could feel yourself getting nervous, panicking because you knew that it was getting late because you knew that you had to take a lot of exams the next day and because you knew you wouldn’t feel good at all.

You kept studying day and night for that one exam. You missed meals and worked on just that one exam so that you would be at top.

After all, you had to be equal to Jumin, your fiancé. You wanted to be accepted by your in-laws.

You groaned as you kicked the blanket away and got up. Barefoot, you walked to your drawer to take some sleeping pills. At least these should help you, you hoped.

And so you took them.

However, you didn’t know that the next morning, when your alarm rang at 6 am, you would feel totally dizzy and sick.

The clock kept ringing as you sleepily and sickly approached the clock, failing as you collapsed, staying unconscious for a long, long while.

More than four hours had passed when Jumin hastily opened the door to your apartment, wondering why you didn’t take the exam, just to find you on the floor, sweaty and totally cold.

At that very moment, Jumin was scared for his life. His heart was beating like crazy and he couldn’t forgive himself for not checking on you earlier.

,,J…Jumin?’’ you groaned, feeling sick. The urge to vomit overcame you as your head was spinning once again.

,,I am here, Mc…,’’ he whispered, kissing your forehead.

,,And I will stay here at least for a few months until you can sleep better so that you don’t have to take any pills. I will cook daily for you so that you can have three meals a day and I will drink a lot of water with you…as long as you stay healthy by my side…’’ he whispered, making you understand that he found out how much you were actually struggling…

Zen 

You blinked a few times until you realized that you were awake once again.

You were still tired and a glance at your clock made you realize that you didn’t even sleep for two hours.

You knew that this would go on for longer and that you would probably stay awake until 6 am in the morning.

Like always, you were stressed and everyone around you could feel the stress you felt.

The pressure you had, the anxiety you had of failing a class made you feel even worse and no one but yourself could help you to deal with all these problems you had.

Indeed, just like you guessed, you stayed awake and glanced towards the clock for another four hours until it was 6 am.

You knew that this would be a hard morning, but nevertheless, you managed to get up, tidy up, and get ready for a few classes.

,,Then, let’s meet up after lunch!’’ Zen grinned, waiting for your response. Seeing how happy he was to help you study, you couldn’t reject his offer.

,,Yeah, let me also take a nap and then let’s meet up in front of the school,’’ you answered.

Although, the nap you wanted to take was hard to achieve.

You decided to skip lunch and instead took two sleeping pills so that you could at least take a short nap, but something went wrong.

You still couldn’t fall asleep and after a few minutes, you got so angry that you decided to get up and take one more pill.

Unfortunately in that very moment, you could feel your legs giving up and your world spinning. Before you could support your body anywhere, you collapsed and landed on the floor….

CHANGE OF POV

I woke up with a sweaty face and a racing heart, realizing that I had a nightmare, a nightmare I hoped I would never come to see.

Realizing that it was time to meet up with Mc, I quickly tried to get ready and headed out.

The streets of Seoul were cold and I hoped that she was wearing her hat and her scarf.

Minutes passed, which turned almost into an hour and after calling Mc six times and being ignored, it came to my mind that my nightmare was similar - with the difference that Mc was in danger.

Without thinking, my body moved on its own and approached the home of my girlfriend which luckily was only ten minutes away.

,,Thank God she gave me her spare key,’’ I muttered to myself before I opened the door.

The sight I had was horrified.

Her wonderful hair on the floor, her body a few steps away from the bed, and Mc didn’t seem to move.

,,MC!’’ I yelled, running to her and trying to wake her up.

I quickly approached the fridge to take some water and splash it over her, realizing that she neither had food or a single bottle of water.

Glancing back I even saw something looking like they were some pills and thinking about it gave me shivers - maybe she overdosed? 

Without hesitating, I called medical support and stayed close to her, promising myself that this would never ever happen again…

Yoosung

At first it was funny, you and Yoosung both had a messy sleep schedule, stayed up for a long time and went to sleep even later.

You woke up early.

At first it was okay, both of you had bags below the eyes, but you still felt okay.

But the longer and the more you did that play, the more your body had to pay, and you only noticed how bad it was for your health when exams were near and you were trying to sleep a bit and to study for the next day - it was no use.

Your tears were falling as you were looking at the black ceiling.

You sighed and noticed that it was serious, what you did to your body.

The doctor already prescribed you meds. Between sleeping pills, you also had to take something for your panic attacks, and the worry of not sleeping was giving you even more attacks.

You turned around and closed your eyes, praying and praying to God to make you finally fall asleep, without succeeding.

And finally, you had enough. After way too many hours straight of not sleeping, you tried to get up, go to the bathroom, and take the sleeping pills you were trying to not use.

While waiting for them to do their work, you quickly finished a few things, thinking you had enough time to clean up the room so that Yoosung wouldn’t collapse at the sight of your room.

However, you never thought that Yoosung would have a totally different view this time and before you could even stop your dizziness, or at least hold onto something, your eyes went black and your body went limp.

You stayed alone on the floor until the next morning, seven hours later, when Yoosung found you and called an ambulance.

,,YOUNGSTERS THESE DAYS ARE CRAZY!’’ the doctor hissed at Yoosung while you were laying in bed.

An IV was hanging on you, trying to nullify whatever you left out in the last few days.

,,If you really love her, you will take care of her and yourself! Go to sleep early and for God’s sake eat regularly!’’ he kept telling Yoosung, a crying mess, while he remembered all those times the two of you did the most dangerous stuff to your health, thinking it was funny…

Jaehee

,,I wish you had told me…no, I wish I would have noticed,’’ Jaehee whispered next to you, your eyes closed as you were catching up on the sleep you lost in the last few days.

Jaehee on the other hand was almost dying with regrets as she held your hand strongly in hers, trembling for your life.

Even though she was assured that you would survive, she was somehow fearing for your life and she couldn’t manage to lose one more person in her life, someone who meant the world to her.

Your mother died half a year ago. It was the most traumatic experience you ever had to go through and Jaehee supported you through it, although she didn’t know how serious it really was.

Whenever you rejected her food, she just brushed it off as a sign that you weren’t hungry.

Whenever you sent her late night messages, she thought you woke up in the middle of the night, thinking of her.

But she didn’t know that you were falling into depression and that you were struggling and in pain.

Jaehee didn’t notice.

And so it happened that you actually collapsed in your own home. No one knew or heard anything and you must have been out and alone for at least six to seven hours.

No food, no drink.

Dark rooms, sleeping pills all over the cold floor next to you, and the paramedics guessed that before you could even take them, you must have collapsed.

The truth was much darker.

You were restless and didn’t sleep for way too long, being scared and nervous. The doctor came up with the resolution that you must have felt sick and still took the medicine, collapsing a bit afterwards.

Jaehee didn’t even want to know how or why it happened, in fact she just wanted you to wake up, hug you, stay by her side, and never ever feel so devastated…

Saeyoung

The red haired man knew that you were dealing with insomnia.

He knew that you were weak against stress, a person filled with anxiety and thoughts, and still he filled you with stress and gave you a few scares since he himself was at the end of his nerves and gave you a lot to think about.

He was lonely and abused and you tried to take all his sadness in you, trying to help him and support him, forgetting your own body and not caring about it.

You were a fan of hacking and decided that it would help him to relax, knowing how his brother was since apparently his friend didn’t share much.

You were left days without food and drinks, you forgot to go to sleep, and once you fell asleep you woke up a few hours later, not really refreshed and unable to go back to sleep.

You were the first one between the both of you to live for the hacking.

However, your skills were soon handled as a weapon for your own health.

Saeyoung found you after you didn’t answer his phone, and being him, he was scared you left him.

Still, he decided to go and check on you, finding the worst - your lifeless body on the floor.

His first call was Jihyun and luckily, he quickly calmed the young man down, telling him that you weren’t dead, but just out.

Nevertheless, Jihyun decided to call a good friend of his, Jumin Han, who made sure to send someone.

When you woke up, you found yourself in the arms of Saeyoung, his cold, wet cheek pressed against your head as you heard him sniffle.

,,I thought I lost you… I had so many thoughts going through my head when I saw you there,’’ Saeyoung gasped. You didn’t register the situation until you woke up a second time.

,,The pills I took weren’t working with my body?’’ you asked after you tried to find out the reason for your collapsing.

,,Let’s look out for each other and make sure that no one gets hurt or is in pain, Mc…’’ Saeyoung begged you when he kissed your head once again, before both of you finally fell into a deep slumber.

Saeran

You groaned annoyed after turning off the third ,,hypnotizing sleeping video“.

Nothing helped.

You couldn’t fall asleep till late at night.

And if you for once could close your eyes, you immediately woke up an hour later.

The world around you seemee to make you want to go crazy.

You could feel different emotions build up in you and that’s when you decided that you couldn’t handle it on your own anymore.

The doctor did prescribe you medicine, however, you never wanted to take it since you still believed in trying it yourself - until tonight that is.

Without reading anything on the package or similar, you took two pills. Perhaps this was your mistake as you should have read everything and been informed about the symptoms you could have while taking them.

You laid awake for another bit until you decided to grab your phone to inform Saeran, your boyfriend, that you would like to sleep a bit more in the morning.

You could just type down his name and send the message before your head felt as if it was spinning, as if you were riding something, making everything spin around crazily.

You couldn’t hold onto yourself anymore and collapsed - without finishing your message.

Saeran in the morning had totally different worries.

You were a bit late, you didn’t finish writing your issue while messaging him, and he was scared.

Being so intelligent, he tried to hack into the CCTV of your house, only seeing that no one came into or left your apartment.

However, he was worried.

Listening to his gut, the boy visited you at home and when you didn’t open the door, he had nothing left but to open the door, luckily knowing the password.

He gasped when he saw you. You hurt yourself around your temple and were unconscious laying on the floor.

Five seconds.

It took him five seconds to gather you in his arms, carrying you like a princess and notice that you lost weight.

Ten more seconds until he yelled at the nurse to help you and three hours until you woke up.

But when you did, Saeran was already preparing some fruit for you and a lot of water and promised that he would help you with your sleeping problem…

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21.09.2022 // 22:12 MEST

[jade-qilin]

midnight rendezvous | twisted wonderland (malleus x gn!reader)

notes: hello here’s my malleus story <3 started writing this at like 2am after a bout of depression. it’s not super graphic nor triggering imo but it is a more sensitive work. i hope you’ll enjoy it! reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

details & content warnings: food repulsion (minor, not an E.D), slight angst with happy ending, Yuu character study-ish, biased/based on author’s personal experiences, can exchange Yuu’s name for your own or for “y/n”, not beta read. Yuu/reader is an adult (placed with the first years because they never studied magic before)

ao3: xxx || no reposts; reblogs and follows appreciated

The night was quiet and the campus was asleep, its students having gone to bed hours earlier, save for a certain royal fairy. Diasomnia housewarden Malleus Draconia found himself unable to sleep that night, and he found that the confines of his room only made him even more restless. That's how he found himself outside the Ramshackle dorm, at an hour where the moon hung high in the sky, walking around the empty lot and staring at the stars.

Malleus knew to stay quiet, as Ramshackle's own residents were no doubt fast asleep. It would be rude of him to awaken others whilst on his own quest to quell his boredom. That's what he thought; that is, until he heard a loud banging noise coming from the inside of the rundown building.

The fae frowned; he had not sensed anyone passing by him, meaning that the source of the strange noise was already in the dorm before he had arrived. Malleus also could sense no magic, meaning the perpetrator must be quite dangerous to have been able to slip onto the campus without alerting anyone.

The fae prince muttered a silent apology before he teleported inside the dorm. The lights were off, yet his keen senses could hear silent scuffling. Slowly, Malleus approached the source of the noise with a magic spell on the tip of his tongue. He gave himself a small countdown before forcing the lights to turn on with his powers, before pausing and widening his eyes.

Surprised eyes met startled ones as Malleus and Yuu made eye contact, the latter frozen in place whilst holding an empty pot. The fae's eyes darted around the room, and his composure relaxed as he realized that there was no intruder.

"M-Malleus," Yuu stuttered, flustered from being caught in their pyjamas, and also surprised by the sudden visitor at such a random hour. "What are you doing here?"

"I was taking a stroll. I could not fall asleep and thought a breath of fresh air would help, when I heard a noise coming from your dorm. I thought that perhaps an intruder broke in, but I am pleased to see you're alright. Although…” Malleus stood up and placed his hands on his hips. "What are you doing in the kitchen at such an hour?"

Yuu stood up and pointed at a box of mac n cheese on the counter with the pot. "I also couldn't sleep. Got hungry. Wanted some mac n cheese. Want some?"

The third-year looked at the perfect quizzically as they filled the pot with water and set it on the stove. Yuu then sat at the wooden kitchen table and yawned.

"You can sit down if you want," they said after a few seconds of awkward silence. Malleus nodded slowly before taking a seat.

“I apologize for my intrusion.” Yuu gave him a lazy wave of the hand.

"You're good. You meant well, and I appreciate you looking out for me. I guess this is what I get for trying to make food in the dark,” they laughed quietly.

"Child of Man, what is keeping you awake at this hour?" Malleus asked softly. "Has the headmage not been supporting your needs properly?"

"Nah, don't worry. I mean, I would appreciate if we could patch up certain parts of the dorm, and I do hate scrimping on groceries. Oh, and also Grim has gotten very insistent on eating canned tuna everyday when he knows we can't afford that stuff. Thaumarks do not grow on trees. Oh, um," Yuu coughed. "I mean, I do have some complaints, but it's not too bad.”

"You should tell the headmage of your worries,” Malleus frowned. Yuu shrugged their shoulders.

"Nah, I've grown used to Night Raven College's antics by now. Oh, hold on. The water started boiling."

Malleus watched in silence as the prefect attended to their food. He observed how the magicless human carefully strained the water, and how they silently mixed the rest of the ingredients together. Soon, the smell of pasta noodles and cheese filled the small kitchen.

“Want some?” Yuu turned to Malleus. The fae shook his head gently, and Yuu filled a bowl for themselves. They walked back to their spot and sat down.

Yuu took a spoonful of the macaroni, blew gently on it, and shoved it into their mouth. Their expression turned sour and they sighed. Malleus cocked his head to the side, a concerned frown adorned on his features.

“Something troubling you, Child of Man?”

“Mm,” they hummed. “Didn’t satisfy my craving. Oh well, I guess I’ll save this for dinner later.” They stared at the mostly-full pot with disdain. “Damn, I really don’t feel like cleaning up though… Why do I do this to myself?”

“Do… what?”

“I get a craving, I make the food, and then I suddenly just don’t feel like it. And then I have to clean everything up.” Yuu sighed. “I’m usually not this lazy, but I just lose all interest after a certain hour.”

“Is this a habit you did back in your original world?” Malleus’ voice was soft and quiet, barely above a whisper. He knew that talk about Yuu’s original world was a sensitive topic for the prefect; pretty much the entire campus did.

Their gazes met again, and Yuu rested their chin in the palm of their hand. Malleus felt the urge to reach out and take hold of it, to hold Yuu close. Instead he opted to uphold the miniature staring contest the two had going on. The third year hoped he could be someone Yuu could confide in. After a few moments of silence, Yuu broke eye contact — much to Malleus’ chagrin — and took their bowl. They placed its contents back into the pot before rummaging the cupboards for a lid.

“It’s kind of an old habit,” Yuu finally replied as they placed the pot into the yellowed fridge. “I mean, I used to get midnight munchies at home, but normally I’d clean up well.” The prefect shrugged and sat back down in their chair.

“Perhaps,” Malleus started cautiously. “You are trying to recreate the comforts of your home?” When Yuu tilted their head to the side, confused, the prince continued. “I remember years ago, when Sebek was but a child, Lilia and I would have him over at the castle. Poor thing used to be quite restless, begging for his parents.

“We tried indulging him in his favourite things; foods he liked, his favourite toys, pastimes he enjoyed with his parents. Alas, these things could not console the inconsolable Sebek.”

Yuu raised a brow, a smile teasing their lips at the sheer imagination of a young Sebek who, at some point, was not overly attached to his master. They focused their gaze on a crack on the ceiling, deep in thought.

“So perhaps,” Malleus continued quietly, studying the prefect’s face. “You are similar? Perhaps you find yourself unable to indulge in the things you love because of the unfamiliar circumstances you are in.”

“Maybe,” Yuu hummed. “You know, I really did try to not think about home.” There was a silence as Yuu carefully formulated their next words. “I mean, I’m grateful for the people at NRC who have looked out for me. Grim can be a little troublemaker at times, but he does care, in his own weird way.

“The idiot Heartslabyul duo,” Yuu laughed upon recalling a memory from earlier that day. “Those dummies never fail to brighten my day. The other first years too; Epel offers me apples from his family’s orchid, and Jack’s always trying to give me exercising tips. Says something about how exercising can help relieve stress. Even Sebek looks out for me, in his own unique fashion.

“I know I shouldn’t really complain,” the prefect frowned. “I should be grateful that I’m not homeless in the streets of Sage Island. As… infuriating as Crowley can be sometimes, he really didn’t have to take me in. He could’ve said ‘not my responsibility’. I have nothing to offer anyway; no magic, decent grades, no tuition money, no reputation. I’m just… a nobody.”

Yuu jumped, startled as Malleus suddenly rose from his seat. His arms were crossed against his chest, and a pout tugged the corners of his dark-coloured lips. His eyebrows were knitted together as he stared down the Ramshackle resident. Yuu swallowed the lump that formed in their throat, carefully eyeing the powerful mage’s stature.

“Do not say that, Child of Man,” Malleus whispered, and… was that his voice shaking? “You are not a ‘nobody’. You are the prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, the human who survived multiple overblots, one of the heroes of the Fairy Gala. You are…” Yuu watched in surprise as Malleus gently lowered to his knees.

He took their hands in his, bringing them up to his lips. They were cold, but smooth to the touch. Malleus made sure that his horns would not harm the prefect as he lifted his head to meet their eyes; his green ones glossed over, as if he were about to cry.

‘Malleus? Crying? Okay, I think I really should go to sleep.’ Yuu thought. And yet, that was exactly how Malleus looked like. No tears did fall down his cheeks, but his gaze held so much melancholy.

Yuu couldn’t find the words to say, so they just held Malleus’ hands firmly in their own. A few minutes later, they felt tears rolling down their cheeks. They were sudden and silent, like a light rain shower at the end of a storm. Malleus lifted a manicured finger and began brushing some of Yuu’s tears away, before settling his palm against their cheek. He brought his forehead to theirs and rested upon it as he whispered calming words.

“Come, you should get some rest now.” Malleus wrapped an arm around the prefect’s shoulders, the other holding them under their thighs. Yuu gasped and scrambled to lock their arms behind Malleus’ neck.

“Malleus–” All words ceased from their lips as the fae pressed his own against Yuu’s forehead, and the human found themselves unable to protest anymore.

“It’s alright,” Malleus murmured against their hair. “Let me take care of you, please.”

The last word came off with a hint of desperation, and Yuu couldn’t help but nod and hide their face in the crook of Malleus’ neck. Malleus smiled and began walking towards Yuu's room.

With his magic, he willed the door to open silently. The room was dark, and the faint snoring and dream-filled murmurs of a sleepy Grim reached the duo’s ears. Under the light of the moon, on top of Malleus’ own keen night vision, he silently stalked towards the bed, and used his magic once more to pull the thin covers aside. The fae then gently placed Yuu down onto the old mattress, like the prince in a fairytale story, before pulling the covers back up. He leaned in to leave a gentle kiss on Yuu’s forehead and went to stand up when he felt a gentle tug on his shirt.

“Can you stay with me please?” Yuu whispered, and Malleus wordlessly sat on a free spot on the twin-sized bed after the former shifted aside.

Yuu felt their eyes grow heavy as their fingers intertwined with Malleus’, and in a matter of minutes they succumbed to their drowsiness. The prince traced the human’s outline, silently studying both them and their furry companion. After a while, he gently pried his fingers away from the prefect and stood up; as much as he wanted to stay by Yuu’s side, Malleus knew that his presence at Diasomnia was needed. He could already hear the loud yet ever-concerned voice of Sebek were the half-fae to find Malleus gone from his room.

He bid Yuu a silent farewell before teleporting himself out of Ramshackle and back into his own room. Upon sitting into his own bed, Malleus immediately drew out comparisons between his and the prefect’s.

‘I will have a word with Crowley about their accommodation,’ he thought. ‘Surely I can convince him to make some arrangements.’

Malleus laid on his side, feeling his eyes grow heavy with slumber. A small smile graced his lips as the throes of sleep finally overtook his body.

‘Child of Man, no, Prefect Yuu; you are perfect the way you are. There is no need to change your heart, for it is the very one that has captured my own.‘

The following day resumed as usual; Yuu and Grim chatting with the first-years, and Malleus being looked after by Lilia and his attendants in the halls before they had to split up for class. When Malleus and Yuu’s respective groups passed by each other, the fae and the human paused to greet each other with a smile.

“Thanks for last night,” Yuu mouthed behind a cupped hand, perhaps as to not expose Malleus’ whereabouts to the world. He nodded in return, his smile having grown slightly more.

Lilia watched the exchange go down with a grin of his own as Silver and Sebek argued over something or other in the background. The bat-like faerie was absolutely going to have a field day with this new development, but maybe after morning classes were over.

Throughout the following months during Yuu’s stay in Twisted Wonderland, they would find Malleus strolling around Ramshackle Dorm more often, and the two would find comfort and security in each other’s presence. Whether they talked or whether they remained silent, the heir of Briar Valley and the magicless human outlander would spend these days growing closer to each other, until their hearts would finally become one.

[END]

[nat-20s]

for @jonmartinweek THE FINAL DAY prompt- Pining/Longing. This one takes place, well, you’ll see

~*~

A Study of Longing, Told in Six Parts

Part 1

Martin wonders if he’ll ever get to a point in his life where kindness doesn’t feel like a shock to the system. It’s already surprising enough when Tim and Sasha invite him for drinks in a genuine offer of friendship, but for that kindness to come from Jon? Martin has no idea what to do with being believed, let alone being protected.

And now here he is, blearily opening his eyes only to find himself staring at a mass of hair. As he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, the shape resolves into the form of one Jonathan Sims. He had apparently fallen asleep with his head cushioned on his arms, against the cot Martin was currently occupying. It’s not an image that Martin can fully process at the moment, so instead he debates whether or not to wake Jon up or quietly get off the cot to let him get some much needed sleep. He decides on the former, both thinking that it would be hell on his back to keep sleeping in that position, and that he would like an explanation.

Hand hovering above Jon’s shoulder, but not fully touching, Martin oh so quietly calls out, “Jon?”

That’s all it takes for Jon’s head to rush up with a gasp, glasses askew, and with the texture of his sleeves pressed in red marks on his face. It is a horribly endearing look. “Hrn?”

Martin opens his mouths, closes it, and waits for Jon to get his bearings. Jon smooths down his (frankly ridiculous) sweater-vest, adjusts his glasses, and slips back on his professional demeanor. “My apologies, Martin, I, ah, must have fallen asleep.”

Glancing to the crappy little digital clock resting on a file box next to him, Martin rolls his eyes. Only Jon could be quite so stuffy at 4:32 in the morning. “No apologies needed. Though, um, was there? Something you needed or..?”

Jon shakes his head and stands up, dusting off imaginary grime. “No, no, nothing like that. I had just, er. I had heard you cry out and I- I wanted to make sure nothing was going on. It appears that it simply a nightmare,so I will be.. taking my leave. Now.”

He doesn’t know what part of himself replies, “Oh! You don’t have to go!,” but he replies it anyway. Jon does that little thoughtful frown at him, which forces him to continue, “I mean, if you wanted the cot. For sleeping. I’ll probably be awake for the rest of the night, so, you know, no skin off my back .”

“Ah. No, that’s quite alright, Martin. Try to get some more sleep, there’s still a long work day ahead.”

Jon doesn’t even wait for a response before turning on his heel and leaving. Martin sort of hates how much he wanted him to stay.

Part 2

Jon is laughing. Jon is terrified, all the damn time, and yet, somehow, he’s laughing. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if he was still capable of it. Martin is gesticulating wildly with his fork, animated in a way that Jon’s only ever seen when in they’re in the middle of a rather silly debate. He thinks this lunch’s topic was something like whether or not snakes were cute? He lost the thread of conversation about half an hour ago, honestly. Covering his mouth, he lets the giggles run through his whole body, shaking his shoulders and heating his core. He feels light, heady, like he’s reminiscing with an old friend and they’re both on the edge of having had too much to drink.

He only wishes he could trust this feeling. He wishes that he could trust Martin, that they were normal coworkers having a normal lunch, that the previous person in Jon’s position had gone into an easy retirement instead of being violently murdered. He wishes he hadn’t read that letter telling him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Martin, Martin, who took him to lunch and brought him tea and seemed so very warm in so very cold circumstances, was lying to him.

Jon stops laughing.

Part 3

Of course, the second his body hits the simultaneously stiff and weirdly lumpy motel mattress, his phone goes off. It may only be about 8 pm, but he’s tired, and he’s sore, and he’s had a persistent headcold for the past week for some unholy reason, the last thing he wants to do is talk. However, only about four people have the number to the burner cell, and they’re almost certainly have a purpose behind their call.

Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh that turns into more of a groan, he picks up on the 4th ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jon! It’s Martin, I’m not sure if you have my number programmed in that phone, or if it even has caller ID if you do. Anyway, it’s been about a week since I’ve heard anything, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know, dead or arrested or anything.”

His previously tense and aching muscles all relax, without him consciously deciding to relax them, and a sleepy smile spreads across his face, because some time in the past year he’s become a parody of himself. Yes, maybe he should be more affronted by how much Martin’s tinny voice brings him comfort, but he’s had a rather terrible time of things since...since he began work in the archives, really, and he’s worn down enough that he can admit he misses his friend.

Huh. Friends. They are, aren’t they? Wonder when that happened. (He can guess, something involving a fake CV admission, but he doesn’t feel like it right now.) “Martin, I recognize your voice, no need to introduce yourself.”

“Right! Yes, uh, ‘course..of course you can. Right. Sooo...I take it you’re not dead, then.”

“Correct. I haven’t been arrested, either.” It’s only sort of a comforting lie, so Jon thinks it can be forgiven.

“Good. Great! Yeah, that’s...that’s good.”

The conversation could probably end there. Jon could probably tell Martin good night, and they’d hang up, and Jon could get the sleep he had been so desperately craving not moments ago. Somehow, he thinks that neither of them want that. Scrambling for something to talk about, Jon replies, “Hang on, isn’t it something like 2am over there?”

“It...might be.”

“Martin!”

“What! It’s not like you have a monopoly on bad sleeping habits. Besides, I was up anyway, and I just..”

“Just what?”

“I just missed your voice.”

Oh. Heat rushes to his cheeks, and tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and god. He had missed Martin’s voice too. “Really? I know you’ve had to listen to a fair number of tapes lately, thought you might be sick of it by now.”

“No. I mean, I am a bit tired of tapes, honestly, but even the ones that you recorded, that not really your voice, is it? I mean it is, but it doesn’t sound like you when you’re actually, um, you. I wanted..I wanted to hear you.”

Jon’s far too worn out to deal with that sentiment, and the way that it makes his heart clench. So instead  of addressing it, he says, “I am very close to being asleep.”

“Oh. Right, sorry, I’ll let you go-”

“No! No. Um. Would you mind staying on the line? Until I’m gone? I-I like hearing your voice. As well.”

“Oh! Sure, yeah, definitely. Anything in particular you want me to talk about?”

“Whatever you like. Something nice?”

“All right. I can do that. Um. Did I tell you about this little yarn shop I found the other day. It’s called ‘Puttin’ on the knitz’, and it’s…”

Jon peacefully drifts off, listening to the voice of the man who he can only admit in moments such as these, he wishes was in this bed, laying beside him.

Part 4

please come back please come back for the love of god come back I can’t believe you’re doing this do you have any idea how stupid this is come back to me come back come back come back

Part 5

There is plenty of things to long for in the apocalypse. A decent cuppa. The relief of actual sleep. Murdering Jonah Magnus. For there not to be a apocalypse. They are grateful, however, to not have to long for each other.

Part 6

Martin comes to without a knife in his hand, or bloodstains on his clothing. Those, under other circumstances, would be good things.

Martin comes to, laying in the grass, without anyone beside him. He barely has the moment to feel agony spike through him before he’s out once more.

There are no Jonathan Sims admitted to the hospital. As far as he can tell, no one was admitted into the hospital at the same time as him, and certainly no one with a stab wound.

There are thousands of ‘Jonathan Sims UK’, typed desperately into a library computer search bar, wielding mostly results about a sport manager and a romance novelist. None of the images are of the right person.

Sometimes Martin puts one foot in front of the other, carefully blank in heart and head. Surviving, even  during times that he’s not sure he wants to, is one of his greatest abilities.

Sometimes Martin despairs.

On the worst nights, he tries to call the Lonely back to him, tries to be swallowed whole. It never works. He’s not sure if it’s because the fears aren’t in the reality or if they’re not established enough to have any leverage or if his connection has simply been broken. (He doubts the last reason. He hasn’t been this alone since Tim’s funeral. Even then, Melanie had thrown a few stilted condolences towards him. No one is aware enough of him to give condolences now. He misses Melanie. He misses all of them. He misses Jon like a gaping, bleeding wound misses skin.)

Seven months later, and he has enough money saved and identity built that he moves on to Scotland. The little village they had been adjacent to exists in this reality. Daisy’s cottage does not.

On a whim, he enters the yarn shop. He’s not going to pick anything up, hobbies are the last thing he can focus on, but it’s nice to look. To feel the various textures, to take in the rich variance of colors, to, hopefully be present in his own body, if only for a moment.

Martin steps in. The bell chimes. He’s there. Standing in front of him. Whole. In a cry that’s closer to a gasp, he calls out, “JON!”

Jon turns, looks up at him, recognizes him even before he’s even fully seen him. It’s his Jon, he’s here he’s here he’s here. The callback of “MARTIN!” sounds like it was punched out of him, the start of a sob and a laugh all at once.

In a blink, they’re together, their embrace a tangle of limbs, a collision of lips, a mixture of tears. Martin can’t tell which of them is saying the litany of “thank god thank god thank god” and who’s repeating “it’s you it’s you it’s you.”

It’s Jon that’s telling him, “I knew you had to be here. I knew it, because I kept thinking. Surely. Surely this new universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to allow me to live, but to make me live without you.”

It’s Martin that replies, “I didn’t know. I thought it would be that cruel. Please don’t make me go through that again.”

Jon pulls him in tighter, eliminating the centimeter of space between them. Speaking into Martin’s neck, whispered in fierce devotion, Jon promises, “Never again. Never again. You and me. Together. For the rest of our lives.”

Barely discernible through his sobbing, Martin tells him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~*~

There are people that think that wanting is more worthwhile than having. Martin thinks, frankly, that those people have never been in love.

[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

this drabble was inspired by binnie’s outfit from the hello stranger vid and oh also! we are finally getting changbin’s thighs on this acct dedicated to them teehee

Part 1

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, past reader x han jisung  

Genre: smut n’ a lil fluff 

Tags: (for this part) softdom!changbin, sub!reader, undergroundrapper!changbin, chan, felix and jisung side characters, hook-up, scraping knees & mentions of blood, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), gagging, protected sex, praise kink, slight breeding kink, orgasm denial and edging (f receiving), begging, fingering (f receiving), squirting, use of handcuffs, cockwarming at the end

Word count: 4.9k 

Chapters

PART 1 | PART 2 

gif creds to @iconicspearb​ ♡

2am, and you felt euphoric. Like a fucking cloud. Even though it was typical, there really were no other words that could describe it. Music was blasting on several speaks mounted to the walls and the ceiling. The bass was booming at such a low frequency you felt it reverberating in your chest--or maybe that was your heart. 

You had been shoved up against sweaty bodies for nearly four hours now, and your friends Chan and Felix hadn’t told you if they planned on leaving at any time soon. Not like you minded. Nothing felt better than a feeling like this. In a place like this, you could forget the rest of the world for a little bit; who you were and what you needed to do. The buzz in the room was infectious. Everyone in the room threw their bodies together, clashing in one big, beautiful mess. 

After four hours, you still wouldn’t get tired of it. Next to you, Chan and Felix were bouncing up and down with you, thrashing their heads to the rapid fire syllables spat by the rappers. Your ears would ring during every tiny moment of silence.  

“How much longer do you wanna stay for?!” Your scratched voice called to your friends. 

“SpearB hasn’t come on yet!! We have to see him!” 

“SpearB?!” 

The widest grin attacked Chan’s face, flashing his dimples. “Yeah! I heard that he’s insane!” 

Felix threw his arm over your shoulder to dance with him and the two of you fell into a rhythm, shouting over the lyrics of the rapper on stage: you had seen him dozens of times, Chan and him were even on a first name basis. 

You new his name too, but that was because you had plenty experience screaming it out for him...both at concerts and in private. Jisung was his name. He was the one that turned you on to fuck buddies. God, he was way too cocky for you to ever to consider anything else. 

He dished out out of his signature winks while he buried his teeth into his lip. 

You wondered if you would be going home with him again tonight. Not like you minded. The way that he would suck on your clit was unreal. 

“--THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT!” Jisung bellowed into the mic, leaping off some structure and launching himself into the air. 

You and your two friends cheered for him and clapped for him until your hands turned red. He was cocky...but he was sure as hell talented. 

“SpearB is coming next!!!” Felix shook your shoulders in his excitement. 

A couple stage hands changed around the stage a little bit by moving around a couple speakers, adding a smoke machine, setting out a new computer at the little table in center stage. 

“He-he’s gonna LIVE MIX ON THE STAGE” Chan’s eyes widened.

“He’s gonna what!?” There was almost nothing left of your voice. 

“JUST WAIT AND SEE.” 

The lights dimmed and Felix and Chan clung to your arms, nearly squeezing the life out of them.

If he was this of a big deal to them, he must be something special. 

He stepped out a black shadow, swirls of smoke at his feet. He hadn’t even said anything yet, but his aura was massive. The lights rose slightly so you could see his face better: smoky brown eyes, light brown hair that was nearly silver. He wore a thick silver chain around his neck, contrasting with the rest of his darkly colored clothes. Most of all, your eyes were drawn to his thighs, perfectly shaped and curved under his pants, toned and thick. On his fingers he wore bands of sliver rings. 

As soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, Chan and Felix lost their minds clawing at your arms. You had never seen the two of them so giddy. 

He didn’t even look at the audience at first, like they weren’t even there. With the tap of his fingers he started making a beat; it was piercing and catchy with snares and 808′s vibrating the room. He had a small keyboard next to him that he used, the silver glimmer from his rings reflected off the stage lights--they were nearly blinding. 

The crowd started moving to his beat which he sped up gradually creating a type of tension that you could only really describe like the mere seconds before a climax. 

He rose the mic to his mouth after licking his lips tantalizingly slow. He finally let himself look at the crowd. With the mic to his mouth, his eyes met yours, striking you with electricity. Even though his backing music was ridiculously fast, he sauntered to the front of the stage, not breaking with your gaze. This time you definitely knew it was your heart that was throbbing in your chest—not the music.

Chan and Felix were clawing onto you even harder, but you couldn’t feel a thing. 

He was fucking mesmerizing. 

He hadn’t even said a word. 

He crouched down to be eye level with you with his gaze still deathly fierce. Every single inch of him oozed with confidence and unbridled mystery. 

Almost like he was teasing you, he shot up and away, turning into his mic, his gruff voice growling over the start of his lyrics. 

He never looked at you again for the rest of the performance. You found yourself aching for his eyes on your body again, but he never gave it to you. 

No one had ever made you as soaked as he made you. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“Aren’t you glad that we stayed, Y/n?” Chan nudged you hard once the three of you had left the club. 

The chill of the winter stung at the back of your sweaty neck wonderfully. It felt amazing compared to how stuffy it had been in there for the past several hours. 

“--how he looked at you?? Y/n, that was...” Felix laughed out a little in disbelief. 

You dig your hands further into your coat pockets. Just above you, tiny flakes of snow started to fall. You huffed out, your breath was wispy floating in the air. You were still getting over it all. How could he have looked at you like that and then pretended that you didn’t even exist? What kind of sick shit was that? 

Chan ran in front of you to skid on a patch of ice with child-like giggles. 

“You okay?” Felix asked, linking his arm through yours. He was always the best at reading you. 

“--yeah, it was just strange. There was something about him that...” 

“--I mean, he’s really hot. I’ll give him that.” 

You chuckled a little. “You think so too?” 

“I’d be blind if I didn’t think so.” 

“I don’t even know him...but why did he look at me like that...like he did?” 

“I dunno.” Felix shrugged. “We should catch up with Chan before he actually slips.” 

“Heh, you’re probably right.” 

“You just gonna head back home? It’s really late.” 

“Yeah, I’m super tired after all of that.” 

“Want one of us to walk you home?” 

You pondered for a minute, eyes cast up a little to the sky. The night had turned perfectly quiet during the early hours of the morning. Maybe a walk by yourself could do you some good. 

“I’m fine. Thanks for offering though.” 

“Text us when you get back?” Your friend gave your arm a little squeeze with a little worry dancing across his freckled cheeks. 

“Of course.” 

“Okay...don’t forget!” 

“I won’t!” You waved your friends away just as you reached the intersection separating your path from theirs. 

You sucked in a deep inhale, letting the cold air burn a little in your lungs. The sensation snapped you out of your yawn perfectly. It was just a few more blocks away and you knew the way well. Two rights, one left, two straight ahead. 

A blur started to cover your eyes and one more yawn escaped your lips. 

Or was it one right and two lefts? 

The street lights blurred into green and white lines. 

I should be there shouldn’t I? 

Behind you the horn honked, loud and shrill. 

You thought to yourself, what is someone doing honking so loud at night? 

“Watch out!!” A hand grabbed at your arm and jerked you back hard. 

You were definitely awake when your body crashed to the cement sidewalk knees first. A burning pain seethed at the skin of your knees. 

“Fuck! Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull that hard--” 

At first you saw your scraped knees, then you saw him...finally looking at you again. 

“What the hell are you doing walking into the middle of the street, didn’t you see the light?” 

“Are you fucking stalking me?” Was the first thing your brilliant brain could think to ask. 

He scoffed. “You’re welcome for saving your life? You were stumbling around... are you okay? Did you take something?” 

Before you knew it you were surrounded by him and his friends: inspecting you for any signs. 

“No, I am not on anything.” You hissed. “I just...I think that I’m tired an--wait...where are we?” 

“That tired huh?” He helped you to your feet, making you wince. “Shit, you’re bleeding.” His hand lingered on yours. 

“Oh. Yeah, it’s fine. Honestly it’s my own fault.” Your tone dropped. “I should have had one of them walk me home.” 

“--You need someone to walk you home?” 

“No, I got it, thanks. I’m just over that way.” You took two shaky steps forward, your knees immediately buckling in pain. 

“No-listen, my place is over there, I can help you get cleaned up--you’re not gonna find any taxis back to your place at this time of night.” 

“Are you luring me right now?” 

“What?! No!” 

You chuckled a little. It was a bit funny how different he was off stage compared to on. You almost forgot how embarrassingly soaked he had made you before. 

“Trust me.” He nodded to his friends and they split, leaving the two of you alone under the flurrying snow. “You coming?” 

You tentatively took his hand. Funny. This was kind of how it started with Jisung too. All of them were the fucking same. You pitied yourself for thinking that he would be any different. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Changbin, as he introduced himself, lived in a modest apartment with three roommates in a place with creaky floorboards and walls of painted over brick. He swore up and down that there was heating in there, but it didn’t feel like it. He kept very few things in his room save for some things that looked like synthesizers and a TV. The two of you had to tip-toe to his room. He warned you that nothing could be kept secret in that apartment. 

“Here, you should clean it first to get anything out of it. Then put this on it, you don’t wanna get infected or anything.” 

“oh. Thank you--” You reached out, but instead he knelt at the edge of the bed at your knees. He tore the whole in your tights even wider to start dabbing at your scratches. 

“Hey! What the--” 

“--They’re already torn. What’s the use in them now?” 

He got to work, being as careful as he could tending to you. His hands gently held your leg still. You watched as he did everything. Being this close again, you remembered. Those little silvery and wavy trellises of his hair...he really was gorgeous. 

Changbin’s hand smoothed down your calf once he was done, tickling you slightly. 

“All done. Better?” 

“Yeah...thank you.” You shied away. After seeing this other side of him you didn’t quite know what to think. 

“I’d love for you to stay but, seeing as you thought that I was luring you before--” 

“--Have I met you before?” 

“Me?” Changbin unclipped his earrings. “I don’t think so. But...that’s interesting. I was thinking the same thing earlier. There’s something about you that I recognize.” 

“--That’s why you looked at me like that?” 

“I looked at you like that, because I thought that you looked sexy.” 

You felt a heat rise in your cheeks. There was something especially hard to ignore about how gentle he had been with you before and how his eyes seemed to devour you now recalling the memory. It was...different. Maybe he wasn’t like all the rest of them. 

“I guess you must not think I still am if you’re trying to send me home.” You edged him on. It was undeniable how good it felt to have him give you his undivided attention. 

“I’m sending you home because it’s the respectful thing to do.” 

“That’s honorable.” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You rather me do something else?” 

“You want me to continue being respectful?” 

“Do you want to be?” 

Changbin paced the length of his room, cradling his neck up. “Stop playing fucking games and tell me what it is you want.” 

You thought that him performing was enough to send you over. Seeing him mad was something entirely different. You knew exactly what you wanted; what your body wanted.  

You narrowed your eyes. “Obviously. I want you.” 

You saw it in his eyes first. It was like the first spark of a flame right before he was set ablaze. All you had to do was say it. 

He tore his jacket off and launched himself on top of you, crashing his lips needily into yours. His mouth was addictive, perfectly soft, but running over yours roughly over and over. He kissed you, starving, breathing exhales into your mouth. He wasted no time meeting his tongue with yours, twisting around it slowly, forcing you to slow your pace. He gave you everything at once, then slowly started taking it away again. Changbin sucked on your bottom lip slightly, then pulled. He returned, kissing you again agonizingly slow. He let his hands cascade down your sides, sliding them up your shirt. Further down, he wedged his thigh between your legs, pressing in and issuing a little whimper from you. 

“I like to take things slowly...I hope you don’t mind.” He kissed down your jaw to your neck, taking care of the skin he craved here. He pressed harder with his leg. 

You cried out before grinding your hips into his thigh hopelessly seeking some kind of pleasure. When you did so, the friction of your clit was just enough. 

“So fucking needy.” His warm breath spilled into your ear. “You just can’t wait to have me, can you? Can’t wait to have me filling you up, fucking you deep inside, stretching you out...just like you want to?” He painted more kisses into your neck. “You’re not getting it yet. Not until I say so.” 

“Please...” You felt pathetic grinding on him so hard, but you couldn’t stop, not when it felt so good. 

“Awww.” He tutted. “Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Mmmm...” You dug your fingers into his arms to pull yourself even closer to him.

He scoffed out a laugh and moved himself off of you. “Quit doing my job for me.” He smirked, then reached down to your legs where he coursed his hands up your inner thighs right where you were most delicate. His fingers reached your throbbing and drenched pussy properly wet through your panties from grinding on him. He ghosted over your clit, letting his fingers fall up and down just slightly, never giving you the satisfaction. Your whole body jerked just for him. Wordlessly, he tore a hole again with one continuous rip. 

“fuck. You’re so wet for me.” He wondered at your body. There he was, looking at you as he had done before. His thumb permitted you a couple soft circles to your clit as you helplessly grinded into his hand. His hands looked beautiful teasing your pussy with his silver rings.

“I’ve got something special I wanna use on you.” Changbin rubbed down harder with one hand and drew a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his beside with the other. “Pretty right?” He twisted them around.

Seeing them instantly made your whole core cry out in desire for him even more. 

“Can I?”

You nodded quickly and even provided for him your wrists. As expected they bit with a cold, but how they made you feel...so helpless and usable was euphoric. Changbin rose your arms above your head, then removed the remains of your tights, skirt and underwear. By contrast, he was still completely clothed, but you could see his dick, hard and swelling with girth, pressing up against his pants. 

His hands explored all over your legs while you squirmed. The touch of his skin on yours was hypnotic. You had already felt his fingers, so you figured he wouldn’t let you feel them again soon. He drew little scribbles into your skin, sometimes pressing hard, grabbing at you in greedy handfuls. 

“You’re so gorgeous Y/n, so pretty for me, so pretty tied up and squirming. You’re such a good girl...I’m gonna make you cum harder than you can even imagine.”

Your little whimpers came out along with a string of explicatives while he teased at you relentlessly, still not going to touch your clit again. Your hands trashed together a little in the cuffs, the cold digging into you. You couldn’t do anything about it. Your hips writhed when his fingers traced up to your belly, then up to your nipples to pinch at them until they were painfully hard. Your whole body craved him so badly everywhere. 

“fuck--please stop, please--” you panted out, “touch me.” 

Back down again went his hands, and you watched as he devilishly smiled at his work. “I said, not until I say so.” Suddenly his fingers slid right into your pussy with ease. He had tricked you. You nearly screamed at the feeling if he had not slapped his hand over your mouth. “be fucking quiet.”

Changbin pumped in and out at his favored slow pace, curling his fingers up perfectly to rub at your g-spot. Your hands were still useless, so you bit down hard on your lip to keep your moans from escaping. 

“You like it this way don’t you? You’re taking my fingers so good, beautiful. Keep being a good girl and I’ll let you cum okay?”

“Mmm-yes, please.” Your words were breathy.

He moved on to fucking you with his fingers relentlessly. He would switch between pumping you full to then pulling out and robbing you of all feeling. As soon as he could sense your walls tightening, he would pull out, eyes greedily watching as you would fall apart from his edging. 

Your body betrayed you while you were being cruelly teased and your mind went blank as he brought you back and fourth each time. A tension deep down inside you built every time he would curl his fingers--any moment you knew that you could explode if he could only just let you. You even considered letting your hands fall to rub your needy clit yourself, but you had more than enough of punishing. 

“You’re doing so well.” Changbin soothed you at last. “Do you wanna cum for me?” 

“Yes.” You sighed out with utter exhaustion. 

“Alright. You deserve it.” He kissed into the skin right under your bellybutton where your shirt had tucked up a little. 

Finally he rammed his thumb against your clit to give it simulation as he continued fucking into you with his fingers, giving careful attention to your sensitive bud as he wiggled his fingers with speed. The metal on his fingers grazed you too inside, and you felt yourself tightening around him once again. That same tension gathered low and it was so intense and unfamiliar that it scared you. Your back arched as you felt it getting closer..closer...

You cried out, “Changbin, I--” 

“Just let it all go, babygirl.” He spread out your legs farther. 

You came with such ferocity that you felt lightheaded: you squirted hard with your release. It took every ounce of your will not to make a sound, only letting shallow gasps escape. Changbin removed his fingers as you came, rubbing your clit as you did, giving it a couple slaps where it was swollen. Tears fell down the sides of your face as your whole body shook with each release and your hips buckled together. 

Changbin laughed out in awe at the shaking mess in front of him. You felt your whole body flush with heat, and you couldn’t bear to look at him--you had never done anything like that before in your whole life. In fact you didn’t really know what it was. You hid your flustered face under your arms. 

“Fuck, that was so fucking hot.” You heard him chuckle. “Why are you hiding? Hey, come back--” 

He jingled with the keys and let your wrists free, which were also throbbing with a bit of pain. He kissed both of them one after the other. 

“Are you okay?” 

You let yourself look at him and you noticed that his shirt was splattered wet from droplets of your liquids. 

“Fuck--I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was--” 

He laughed softly then crawled over you again. His hands ran up and down your body still in aftershocks. “You don’t have to apologize.” He pressed his lips into yours. “I’m guessing that was your first time squirting, huh?” 

“I-I think so.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“It felt...so good.” 

“I fulfilled my promise then didn’t I?” He caressed the sides of your face to give you even more careful kisses; they weren’t needy anymore, but this time more caring and passionate. Hell, he didn’t even know you but he kissed you like he loved you. 

“You want me to do you now?” 

“Not yet, you’re still coming down, I don’t wanna ruin this for you.” 

“ ‘Kay.” This time you were the one to lean in to keep kissing him. His lips curled into a smile against yours. 

Changbin unbuttoned your cropped shirt, then took off his all of his clothes after. He laid down next to you, both of you completely bare and the warmth of his mouth found yours once again. Maybe it was just because you had just cum because of him, but the sense of closeness that you felt to him made you feel impossibly safe. You could have kissed him like this forever. 

“You’re perfect.” He whispered onto your lips between kisses. 

You slung one of your legs over his hips and his member twitched on your stomach. You had come down enough. 

“My turn now?” 

“I wouldn’t object to that.” He grinned. 

The bed sheets crinkled a little as you descended farther down the bed and he sat his back against the wall. You got your first proper chance to look at his full length: veiny and perfectly thick, dripping just a little with pre-cum. You could only imagine what it would feel like inside you. Changbin’s eyes followed as you wrapped your hand around him and teased the tip with your pointer finger. You licked fat strokes up and down the sides, feeling him hardening even more. The saliva gathered in your mouth seeing the head grow redder and redder. His chest shook with a broken sigh. You gave him one teasing squeeze that made him wince beautifully. 

“Keep going.” He commanded, raking his fingers through your hair and gripping there. 

“I don't need you to tell me that.” You hushed and flicked the tip of your tongue over his tip. 

After he got to do all of his teasing, how come you didn’t get to do some too? 

“Don’t make me make you.” He growled. 

“Ooo scary.” 

Your hand began to pump him and he relaxed, exhaling out with the trailing of his voice hiding his soft moans. Your free hand dug into the skin of his thigh, letting the sharp of your nails pepper little pink crescents. They were so perfect, you rewarded them with kisses and little bites while your hand kept pumping. Changbin’s fingers dug into your scalp needily. 

He hissed out, “Give me your mouth.” 

A surge of confidence swelled within you knowing he was completely in your control. “You aren’t even going to say please?” 

“I don’t say please.” 

“Then maybe I won’t suck you off then?” 

A flash of betrayal ran across his smoky eyes. “What?!” 

“Fine. I won’t make you say it.” You smirked and took him in generously, deeply, pushing down your tongue and taking him down your throat. You were just a little too ambitious: his length made you gag, but you swallowed down the reflex. Changbin’s head fell back and hit the wall. 

“fuck yes.” The words escaped his tongue. 

You grabbed at him and squeezed, hard, twisting him and flicking your wrist with each turn. He was delightfully hard in your mouth, and with each step closer he gasped out faster and faster. Your head bopped in your rhythm, still taking him in deeper with each move, chasing gags away just as fast as you got a new one. You would stop for a few seconds to let him quiver in your hand and he would groan out once your warmth disappeared. 

“Not-not yet,” He gasped out and squirmed, then pushed you lightly off of him. He scrambled over to the beside again, throwing the drawer open and finding a condom which he tore open with his teeth, then impatiently rolled it over his pink length. He threw his body off the bed, grabbing at your hips to align you with the edge of the bed and situating himself between your legs. He was just as impatient when he took some lube into his hand to rub over his dick curled against his stomach. Changbin coaxed his dick into your opening, leaning down over your body with forearms resting on both sides of your head. Once the two of you were connected, you both let out sighs with the feeling consuming you. He filled you up so wholly, so deeply, it even hurt just a little bit, kind of like the first time. 

“Baby you’re so tight.” He thrust in slow at first, exactly how he liked it. It felt fucking amazing when he stretched you out grinding his hips even in little to let your clit feel the sensation as well. He attached his lips with yours to lend them his warmth. Your arms latched around his neck and your legs around his waist as you pulled him in even closer. The heat from his sweating chest emanated on you. He started to pick up his pace, giving your g-spot attention again as he angled himself above you. 

The two of you sucked in each other’s air as it lasted between your lips for only a few seconds. You moaned directly into his mouth hoping that it was enough to muffle the sound and he returned back with his own arousal spilling all over you and sticking on your tongue. 

Changbin pulled away to shove your legs together and press against his torso, making you even tighter. He shut his eyes upon feeling it, focusing on nothing else but his thrusts. His forehead gathered with little beads of sweat and one fell down his brow. 

His name flew off of your mouth naturally as he fucked into you, and your second orgasm pooled. His toned arms flexed from where he grabbed onto the bed and he choked out little airy gasps before announcing that he was about to cum. 

“Cum inside me baby, fill me up...I’m all yours.” 

Upon hearing your words, he set himself loose, pounding into you with astonishing speed doubling over you as he came, leaving himself inside to throb against your walls. There was something so primal inside of you that craved to feel his cum inside of you knowing that he wanted you, that he desired you and that you could unscrew him until he was vulnerable like this, all for you. 

“Can we...stay like this for a little while?” 

He chuckled a bit, and swept a few strands of your hair off of your face. 

“You like how it feels like this then?” 

“...yes.” 

“Okay beautiful. Anything that you like, can I come back up first? Kinda hard to do it like this.” 

You nodded and let himself get situated sitting on the bed, resting himself against the wall once more. Your bodies shivered as you sat back down on his softening dick, but it was the feeling of being connected to him that you craved. He traced his fingers up and down your back, his eyes full of admiration. 

“You’re perfect.” He echoed. 

“You hardly even know me.” Your fingers twirled his curly hair. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Thank you...and...thank you for making me feel so good.” 

“My pleasure,” He laughed out the words, “And yours too I guess.” 

“Very funny.” 

There he was, looking at you again like that. Like he loved you. He didn’t even know you. He didn’t know that things you had done; who you were. 

“I’d like to get to know you though. If you’ll let me.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝ 

AHHHH so writing this I kinda fell in love with the potential for this plot, esp with the stuff with the readers history with Jisung???? SHould I make this a series???? Softdom!bin romancing us?? Let me knowwwww

[sagesfandomspot]

ALRIGHT IM HERE AND THIS IS ARGUABLY THE ONE IM MOST PYSCHO PASSIONATE ABT

There I was again tonight/Forcing laughter, faking smiles/Same old tired, lonely place/Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy

- Everyone, trying to get Jess to appreciate his situation in SH and be grateful?? These lyrics just seems right tbh

All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you/Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?/ Cross the room your silhouette/ Starts to make its way to me

- THEIR FIRST MEETING WHEN HE’S ENTERING HER ROOM

The playful conversation starts/Counter all your quick remarks/Like passing notes in secrecy

“Oh, this? Just another disappearing act.” / “A little tip?” / “Yeah?” / “If you ever want to talk to me again, don’t pull that out of my ear.” / “So, I assume the nose is off-limits too.”/“Any place, you wouldn’t naturally find a coin, let’s leave it that way.”

THIS BANTER AND ITS LITERALLY ONE OF THEIR FIRST ENCOUNTERS. IM SCREAMING

The lingering question kept me up / 2 AM, who do you love? / I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

- JESS DURING THE SUMMER BETWEEN S2 AND S3 JUMP. Like, I can so clearly see him constantly wondering about what was going on with Rory? Did she like him? Did she end things off with Dean yet? What was happening?

This is me praying that / This was the very first page / Not where the story line ends / My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again

- This radiates S4-S6 Jess so much, my heart actually hearts. Even AYITL Jess could fit, goodbye. 😭

These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon

- S4 Jess’ “I love you” *proceeds to watch heart smash into a million little pieces*

Please don't be in love with someone else / Please don't have somebody waiting on you

- Both of them in s3 when they were with other people but were in love with each other. 😭

AND TA DAAA! This is my proof analysis on how Enchanted is Jess’ POV. Thank you for listening. 😌💖

I have tears in my eyes like holy crap this is perfect!!! Literally everything lines up like are you kidding me?? I could see Jess sauntering into Rory's room when I read the line "Cross the room your silhouette/ Starts to make its way to me" and them with the banter and the flirting and the teasing and the magic tricks and ahhh!!!

And just "the lingering question kept me up / 2am who do you love" like my heart breaks for Jess spending his summer just trying to figure out what was happening with Rory, waiting for a call or a letter or any kind of contact, just something from her because she kissed him and now he just has to wait around for answers. 😭😭😭

AND THEM DESPERATELY WISHING AND HOPING THAT THE OTHER ISN'T IN LOVE WITH SOMEBODY ELSE AND HAVING TO WATCH THEM WITH DEAN AND SHANE?? 😭😭

And then and then just... Jess going through life s4-6, hoping that one day he'd see Rory again 😭

AND THE WORDS I HELD BACK AS I WAS LEAVING TOO SOON?? LIKE HELLO THAT DESCRIBES JESS'S LEAVING AND HIS I LOVE YOU SO ACCURATELY??

You are exactly right, your analysis is flawless, Enchanted is 100% Jess's POV 😭💕

[capitainelevi]

93 prompt! 👀

Thank you for your ask!! ❤️❤️

Drabble challenge: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. "You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’."

Hex

Ghost Petra. Canon universe.

Word count: 1542

Being a ghost had its perks.

At least Petra tried to focus on the bright side of her life. Well, life was not a proper term to describe her current state of being. Not that she could explain it.

It had been two months since her untimely demise. In the face of uncertainty, when she could feel death breathing down her neck, she saw her life flash before her eyes. The first memory of her parents, the restless nights she spent dreaming of the fields beyond the Wall, the first time she flew through the forest, the first time she felt the wings on her back, and the first time she saw him. Petra wished she could have had another day, another hug to give her father, another chance to relieve the burden resting heavily on her heart. But who was she to question fate? When darkness set in, Petra was resigned with the ending of her story.

But fate had another idea for her. Whatever deity there was out there decided to have mercy on her. Or to torment her further, as it condemned her to an everlasting journey of witnessing time pass around her.

If she were able of such human reactions, Petra would have emptied her stomach at the image of her body abandoned in the middle of a field, as it fell victim to decay. With her mind paralyzed from shock, her feet took her back inside the safety of the Walls, where Petra was put face to face with her cruel reality: she was impalpable. She yelled and yelled at the people passing by, and yet no one glanced at her.

With tears pooling in her eyes, Petra ran for the castle she and the boys had tried to make into a home for Eren. She needed to see him again, even if it were the last thing she ever did on Earth. Mindless, she barged into the kitchen, anxious to spot her captain with a cup of tea in hand.

She could still recall the utter terror on Levi`s face at the sight of his dead subordinate in his face as he threw his teacup towards her. Minutes passed in silence, both too paralyzed with shock to utter a word. Petra couldn`t stop the tears of happiness flowing freely on her cheeks from knowing that even if life condemned her to a lonesome survival, she would always have Levi by her side. Ever since laying her eyes on him, Petra knew: she would dedicate her life to that man. It was the reason why she believed she never got to move on like the rest of their comrades did. Levi still needed her.

The first days had been hard for both of them. Having to adjust to a life without the rest of the squad by their side, failing to get justice for them, and having to accept the idea that she was not there anymore. That she would never talk to her father or her friends again, or feel the wind on her hair or have another piece of cake, that she would never get to feel Levi`s lips on hers. But her captain was understanding, never making her feel odd for the situation they found themselves in.

When the 104th recruits made their way into their lives, Petra was grateful for giving her purpose. To watch over them and try to guide them as best as she could. To help Levi keep them safe. Petra was glad he was lucky enough to have them by his side to alleviate some of the pain his squad left behind in his heart. They never talked about it, but Petra knew they had been his family.

Unfortunately for the young squad, Petra`s methods of discipline weren`t always... orthodox. Her former comrades were already used to her odd sense of humor, as Petra pulled prank after prank, much to their misfortune. And getting to act on her ideas while also being invisible was proving to be her daily source of entertainment. She was starting to feel guilty for her behavior towards Sasha, but Levi had agreed that the girl could use some discipline.

Petra was lost in plotting her schemes when Levi sat down at the table next to her, with two cups of tea in his hands. She smiled as he placed one in front of her, just as he used to when she spent her nights helping him complete his paperwork on time. Despite the odd situation they found themselves in, they had never been closer, and she was grateful for Levi as he tried to maintain a sense of normality around her.

They had just settled in the small cabin with their new squad, and Petra was determined to bring them up to Levi`s standards. And him going away to Trost for the night was proving to be the perfect opportunity to achieve that goal.

"Take care of the brats while I`m gone."

Petra just nodded as she tried to keep the smirk off her face. While Levi let her do as she pleased, Petra intentionally missed going into details of her methods. Such as making the squad believe they were being haunted by an evil spirit. In her defense, she had just tried to get them to clean and to stop Sasha from stealing food when everyone was asleep.

Petra nodded, and when Levi was getting ready to get out the door, she went up to him - "Tell Commander Erwin I said hello, captain." Levi never replied, but she didn`t miss the small smile growing on his lips.

As she had suspected, the moment Levi stepped out of the house, Sasha made her way to the pantry. Petra groaned, wondering how many chairs she had to kick down before the girl learned her lesson. Sasha ran out of the room yelling for help, but still with a potato in both of her hands. Petra was determined to make the perfect Scout out of the girl.

When nightfall came, the young Scouts gathered in the common room with candles, playing into Sasha`s wild ideas to put her mind at ease. While there had been some odd occurrences since they joined Levi`s squad, they were still skeptical in agreeing with Sasha`s story.

"It`s an evil forest spirit, I`m telling you."

Jean rolled his eyes, but when Eren threw him a dirty glance, he got down on the floor with the rest of them. They gathered around a strange board Sasha had bought from the market a week before their arrival, hoping to communicate with the spirit possessing her.

"Oh, mighty forest spirit, what is it you want from us?"

Petra debated if she should play along or leave the poor kids be, but her boredom got the better of her. As the kids put their hands on the wooden piece, Petra placed hers on top of them as she began moving the object over the letters. She tried to keep her hand from shaking with her laughter, as she had an important message to convey.

"Listen to your captain."- Mikasa read, still unimpressed by the events folding in front of her eyes. Petra was feeling the tiniest bit of guilt as she glanced at the results of her work.

"What powers does the captain have?" Connie whispered, vowing never to question any order Levi would give him.

"I told you, captain Levi is something else."- Eren added, both terrified and pleased, as he was not the only one scared of the short man anymore.

Sasha threw the board away, and they decided never to speak of it again. But Petra was unhappy with her work, as she saw the disappointment on Levi`s face the next day when he found the cabin in a deplorable state. Really, who doesn`t think to wipe the surface under the table?

"Have you been on your best behavior?"- Levi asked her in the privacy of his room.

"Oh, yes, of course."- Petra hurried to reply, with a smirk on her face. But Levi trusted her enough not to ask more questions. Looking back, he wished he would have had, as he heard Petra whisper his name in the middle of the night.

"Captain Levi? Are you awake?"

Levi groaned, hoping his subordinate would get the message and leave him be. He knew nights were boring for her, and as much as he enjoyed keeping her entertained, he needed rest.

"Captain?"

"What do you think, Petra?"

He could feel Petra laying on the bed next to him, and he chose to let her talk until she got tired of asking questions.

"But, captain, it`s so hot in here. I might need to take these clothes off."- Petra whispered as she played with the buttons of her shirt.

Levi was unimpressed with her attempts to get his attention, and she whispered in his ear- "What if I`m in the mood, captain?"

"You didn’t just wake me up at 2 am because you were ‘in the mood’."

Petra couldn`t help but giggle at his gruffness, which she always found adorable. She got close to his ear again- "Sasha is stealing food from the kitchen again, are you going to deal with it?"

[song-fox]

A/N: Can't believe I forgot to post this one smh...

This was a little more of an experimental one! I was first gonna do the dialogue first to see if it helped the flow of writing, but I rlly liked how it turned out without narration, so... take this.

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Hy-drate Or Die-Drate– Analogical

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"Logan? What are you doing?"

"Work...? Why?"

"It's 2am, why are you still even awake?"

"It is? Oh, my apologies, I hadn't noticed."

"Dude, it's not me you should be apologizing to. Go to bed."

"Virgil, I appreciate the concern, but I assure you, I'm fine. You should go to bed yourself."

"Dude."

"What?"

"It's literally 2 o'clock in the morning. Aren't you the one saying that you should go to sleep at like... 10pm at the latest?"

"Yes, however-"

"'However' my ass. As your boyfriend, I suggest you go to bed before I drag you off your butt and put you there myself."

"Virgil, I'm perfectly fine, you don't need to worry."

"...seriously? The boyfriend card didn't work? Gagh, it always works when Patton does it on Roman- okay, as Anxiety, I'm making you go to bed."

"What do you- Virgil! What are you doing? Put me down-!"

"Sorry Specs, this is how it works."

"What are you-?"

"Go. To. Sleep."

"Hmph. Well, sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm going to-"

"Get back here and cuddle me, asshat."

"...are you trying to tempt me into healthier sleeping habits?"

"Is it working?"

"..."

"That's what I thought."

*

"...Virgil?"

"*UNHOLY SCREECHING–*"

"AGH! Virgil, what are you-"

"'Virgil, what are you doing awake at this hour?' Yes, yes, I get it, but why are you awake?"

"I was awoken by the sound of footsteps, why are you-?"

"...uh, I..."

"Hm?"

"..."

"...ah. I understand. But you should go to bed. Remember what you told me last week?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, circadian rhythm, blah blah blah, I'll go to bed."

"Good."

"..."

"...would you like to sleep in my room?"

"...maybe. Why are you patting the door like that?"

"Come here, kitty kitty kitty. Pspspspspsps–"

"Oh dear god, why am I in love with you–"

*

"Two jars of Crofters, four mugs of black coffee, six hours staring at your laptop screen... 'healthier habits', huh?"

"Virgil! Oh, uh, I wasn't aware you were watching."

"Dude, I've been standing here for the past twenty minutes. Are you alright?"

"I believe it would be futile to lie, so I might as well tell you that– ...what is the purpose of this?"

"It's called a water bottle, genius. Hy-drate or die-drate."

"Interesting phrasing."

"Just drink it, you haven't had a drop of water since last night. When Princey threw tap water at you and you accidentally swallowed some."

"...okay, I see your point."

"Awesome. Now come with me, get some air outside."

"But it's 7pm...?"

"Never stopped me before."

"Alright, I suppose I'll accompany you outside. But no longer than ten minutes, I have to get back to work soon."

"Dude."

"Okay, fine. Half an hour, fourty five minutes at the most."

"Done. Pleasure doing business with you."

*

"Virgil."

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"Reading one of your Agathe Christie books, like you suggested. This one's actually pretty good. Why?"

"Virgil."

"Yeah?"

"I'm fully aware that you know what I'm talking about."

"Nope. But do enlighten me."

"You're sitting on my desk."

"Your point?"

"You're sitting on my belongings."

"And? It's not like I eat enough to break any of them."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Ugh, what are you trying to do, anyway?"

"...it's not a subtle ploy to get you to stop working, if you're asking."

"...and you had to sit on my desk because...?"

"Well, I was gonna just steal your laptop, but that would have taken too much work."

"You were going to-?"

"Unimportant, you need to relax. The others have something set up in the commons, they wanted us to join them."

"Ah."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, I just... I suppose I didn't–"

"Didn't want you there? Trust me, L, I know the feeling."

"I thought they'd assume that I'm working, like usual."

"And you were."

"Yes, however–"

"Just– come on. They're waiting for us."

*

"HELLO VIRGIL ANXIETY SANDERS, HAVE YOU BEEN EATING THE PROPER AMOUNT OF FOOD REQUIRED FOR THE DAY SO FAR?"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST–"

"Oh– my apologies, I didn't intend for that to happen."

"Agh... it's fine, whatever. Help me up?"

"Of course."

"GAGH– uh, thanks. Now why the fuck were you yelling?"

"Roman suggested that the best way to get your attention was to catch you by surprise."

"...and you–"

"In hindsight, yes, it was a bad idea."

"...right."

"Actually, you never responded."

"To what?"

"My question."

"Yeah, probably because you barged into my room and made me fall off my chair."

"Okay, so an answer?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...viRGIL SANDERS GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW– NO DO NOT CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW OH MY GOD–"

"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE-!"

*

...well that was dumb.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

bhah ch3 reread u know the drill

what is Jamie doing with all this oil I am concerned

god the tension of knowing Jamie is there but not talking to her but Dani probably secretly hoping she will

aww is she picking up more wonder woman comics for mikey?? cute

gah I love that they slip back into playful banter so easily despite everything going on

also 10/10 that the gays in town would be trying on the tackiest sunglasses in the service station (and 12/10 that Jamie actually brought them)

Dani Carson car adventures!! i would read a whole 20k word chapter just on that

sdfkjdshjfhd Dani throwing herself to the ground when she sees Jamie in the supermarket I’m losing it

“Yeah and then she left” ouch

THREE GAYS IN A SUPERMARKET WHAT WILL HAPPEN

aww Jamie Carson reunion tooooo cute

oh my god the tension of them standing back to back trying not to touch lmao

Jamie rly is the teeniest in town huh

Dani getting all protective and mad over Mikey having to sit outside school is v sweet

Jamie to the rescue how cute

Jamie’s collarbone: hello. Dani’s gay panic: LOOK AWAY

also sdkjfhdkjhg Jamie working w her hands is so hot we need more fics just talking about her getting dirty. for the good of the nation

there is so much going on here the cute teasing Dani feeling all weird abt their whole dynamic jamie giving her looks the engagement ring I am not equipped to process all of it

“you think there are secrets in this town?” just ur burning love for each other ladies!

once again mechanic!jamie... i am compromised

aww Dani bby literally does not know what to do with herself. the juxtaposition of the depth of their relationship and the little moments of familiarity with the awkwardness of people who don’t really know each other properly anymore is so fucking well done here

Eddie’s “honey I’m home” moment carrying her over the threshold afkjhsdkjf good for him

Dani and this house got beef huh

Dani: sometimes things with Eddie just don’t feel right but I’m sure that’s fine. Dani when she loses a tiny piece of her relationship w Jamie: level 5 meltdown. Literally the theme of this fic is “honey you got a big storm comin” and I love it

this dig at pineapple on pizza........ offensive

“Instead, she reset her mask, pulled the rope to part the stage curtains, and tied the other end around her neck.” Jesus.

“the other part of Dani, the part that never knew how to stop missing Jamie” i will cryyyy

starting a gofundme for Dani’s car asap

Eddie putting the moves on I can’t look. but lmao when he finds a girl that’s actually into him and wants this kind of attention his whole world is gonne be rocked

can we get Dani some therapy pls this is not how u should feel abt the person ur gonna marry. or about yourself

*gasp* the wontons mixtape

hmmmm I’m Not in Love and A Case Of You really are a one-two punch huh

lol I just went to play them and I was apparently in the middle of listening to Stop Making This Hurt by The Bleachers which feels... apt

fuck. making a mixtape for someone truly is peak romance huh? music my beloved

hmmm i just realised that this timeline parallels the flashback chapters w a new Taylor in school in each how cool. and also Nan vs Jamie taking on responsibilities w these kids and stepping up for them in their own way pls my emotions

aahh the coffee date I kinda forgot how fast Dani made this relationship rekindle bless her

wait clara and horace does that mean abigail is in Dani’s class too??? she lives??

a reserved sign pls that’s so cute

OWEN! god I love the levity and banter w Jamie he brings to fics

there is just so much fondness between them it always shines through no matter what they’re talking about I love it

this backpacking chat... envisioning Dani n Jamie once Mikey is grown up going on a big tour of europe together n fufilling Dani’s dreams

the fact that Jamie was drawn back to this place... by what hmmmm ms taylor. by what

oof this really is a painful rehashing of the past huh.

“star hike” lmao

"I can fix it." "You can't." OUCH

ooft just rip the bandaid right off. “I missed you. Everyday.” god my heart

arguing in an alley behind the pharmacy that’s gay rights

"Because if it was going to end, then I wanted it over quickly!” jamie ‘everyone always leaves so I cut them off before they can hurt me‘ taylor everyone. I am not doing well

ok with the context of like... everything from the future chapters this scene hits even harder than the first time i read it jesus

still can’t get over Dani ‘trying not to recall the memories of the last time they were in this room together’ was Jamie absolutely falling to pieces in her arms *screams forever* i remember reading that line and imagning so many things it could have been and yet yall went for the ultimate stab to the heart bravo

god I’m just thinking about how much they’ve both changed in those 10 years and how much they’ve stayed the same and just. god the way they’re so drawn to each other still!!!! i can’t even comprehend

blue schrunchie cherished friend

i feel like there is a significance to the red door I cant place and all my brain will provide is “you, me, her” but polyamory adventures is probably not the direction this is going

Jamie like “want a tour of ur future home babe? lets go” (I do love how enchanted Dani is by all of it though)

gah I love Jamie and Mikey together soooo much

find u a person that eats all the foods u don’t like. pickle soulmates

heh “Miss Dani” poor Mikey is goin through it lolol

they are all so cute together i love this lil sunday afternoon family

“Dani kept her gaze fixed on Jamie for just a second longer, studying her profile” gay

there has been several mentions of Jamie’s unreadable/blank expressions this chapter and I can’t stop laughing at her losing her mind over how much she loves Dani and trying to keep it in check every time

THEY’RE FRIENDS AGAIN

AND THEY’RE HUGGING OH HAPPY DAYS

oooh the sandalwood cologne

idk why this Jamie Eddie handshake is making me laugh so much but I love them

Eddie pulling Dani in closer to himself when Jamie’s there..... he knows 

staying awake until 2am to finish rereading gay fanfiction... clownery (but fun!) goodnight

[nose-bandaid]

stud.hui.o fanatic

hello!! i see that your requests are open so,,, could i request a non-romantic gender-neutral reader & hui scenario where the reader brings food to the studio late at night and convinces hui to eat and get some rest bc everyone is worried abt him? maybe with some platonic hand-holding.........? thank u so much 😖

Hui (Hwitaek) x (gender neutral) Reader - platonic fluff:D | 2.1k words

synopsis: late night phone calls weren’t uncommon when you’re lee hwitaek’s best friend, because more often than not, the man is sucked into the void known as his studio, and it’s your responsibility to drag him out of there.

a/n: hey there anon!! gosh when i say that i loved this prompt i really do mean it, so i hope that you enjoy this fic and that it’s what you were looking for:) apologies for the multitude of italicized words they just felt necessary.

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Your phone had to buzz endlessly for a second time to bring you to your senses. It was far too early in the morning for a phone call, and typically, you would’ve just ignored it and gone back to bed. But when you read the caller ID, you begrudgingly hit the answer button.

“Wooseok?” His name came out slurred as you tried to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Hi y/n, sorry to call you at this time, but Hui’s been in the studio literally all day, plus for like, half of yesterday, and we can’t get him to go home and rest. Practice ended like an hour ago, but he’s still in there.” His reply came out in a tired rush, and his voice was hushed as if he was trying to hide from someone. That someone probably being Hwitaek himself.

You caught onto what Wooseok was asking of you. This wasn’t the first time you had to drag him out of the studio. Being his best friend had many perks, way more perks that outweighed the few downsides that came along with it, and one of them was that you now carried the responsibility of kicking some sense into his overworking butt when he fell into this overloaded phase.

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” You answered without asking for any more details and bid your brief goodbyes before hanging up. Then, you got changed into some comfier clothes to match the chillier weather outside and grabbed your car keys.

It was late, and the only restaurant still open on your way to the studio was a small shop next to a karaoke bar, and you stopped by to pick up some fried rice. It wasn’t the most exciting meal out there, but for a 2am dinner run — or rather, breakfast-lunch-dinner run, if you were Hwitaek — it seemed pretty fitting.

When you arrived at the building and made your way to the studio floor, you saw the tall boy sitting on one of the benches in the hallways. He was hunched over, scrolling mindlessly on his phone and you could tell he was trying his hardest to stay awake for his leader’s sake.

You said a soft greeting as you approached him and he sent you a smile before letting a worried expression wash over him again. The door to the studio slightly ajar and Wooseok gestured for you to take a peek into the small gap, placing a warm hand on your back as he stood behind you.

“Just look at him.” He whispered, and you stared at your best friend working away on his computer, seemingly without any breaks to even think about what to do next. He simply clicked a few times, played something, shook his head, and then repeated the process all over again.

You turned back to Wooseok and began ushering him away from the door. “I’ll take care of this. I’m also guessing he hasn’t eaten much—” He nodded in agreement when you said that. “—so I brought some food with me. Go home and get some rest, I know you’re tired, just tell the others that I’ll bring him home... eventually.” You smiled reassuringly, but had to add in that “eventually” because deep down, you knew how just stubborn Hwitaek could be, and getting him out of the studio was a hefty task. Add in the upcoming planned promotions, then you get an even more stubborn version of him to work with — one that doesn’t understand the boundaries between work and self care.

Wooseok nodded slowly and your heart melted at the exhausted expression on his face. They’ve all been working so hard recently, heck, their packed schedules were a constant these days, and you could sense that it was taking a toll on them. Though no matter how tired they were, they always made sure to look out for each other, and you wanted to do your best to help ease at least some of the stress off the group. With a little more convincing, you finally got Wooseok to leave, giving him a hug before he did, and then you turned towards the task at hand. Even though the door was already opened, you knocked once to grab Hwitaek’s attention.

No answer.

You knocked again, this time calling out his name a couple times.

When he still didn’t answer, you gently opened the door all the way and let out a sigh when you fully took in his appearance.

“Hey, Hui.”

Still no answer.

You walked closer to him and leaned over to get a better look at his face. His eyes looked like they were seconds away from slumber, and his head rested on his hand like a makeshift pillow. “Hui? Hwitaek? Hui? Pentagon of Leader? Huiiiiiii?”

You placed the takeout gently next to his keyboard and then slowly nudged it so that it touched his arms resting on the table. When he didn’t respond to that either  — and opted to mess around with the dynamics of the percussion in his composition instead — you stood straight up and let out a huff.

“Lee Hwitaek!” You called boldly and for the first time that day, he took notice of your presence.

“Oh, hey y/n. Could you check if this sounds okay?” He greeted you nonchalantly as if you hadn’t travelled all this way in the middle of the night to see him, and proceeded to play an excerpt of what he had splayed out on the screen. You stood there speechless until the music finished blasting from the speakers and then just stared at his expectant face.

“Hui you need to snap out of it! I know this comeback means a lot to you and you want to get the work done but you can’t do it like this.” You told him exasperatedly.

“What do you mean I can’t do it like this? I’ve always been doing it like this, and it works every time.” He defended, and he replayed the section for you to hear, but you still refused to pay attention to it.

“You do this every time only to have one of us literally drag you out of the studio! And then you face the consequences days later ‘cause your body’s exhausted, your mind’s exhausted — don’t you think you’ll work better if you were refreshed?” You moved his hand away from the mouse when he tried to go back to work and ignore you.

“I just have a little bit left to do and I’ll finish up soon, I promise.” He muttered. It was almost as if he was entranced by the idea of never ending work hours, and Lee Hwitaek was being sucked into the void of his monitor right before your eyes.

“I’ll finish it up soon, my ass. We’ve been best friends for what? 12 years now? I know you’re lying when you say that, and I know that you’ll be sick by the time you ‘finish’ this and then you’ll regret it later. It’s the same cycle over and over again and you need to stop, please I’m begging you, we’ve been through this so many times already.” You tried to calm yourself down. Getting frustrated over his stubbornness wasn’t going to do any good, if anything, it’ll only make the problem worse. He finally gave you his full attention when he noticed that you took a deep breath to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath has always been a sign that you meant business.

And yet he still replied to you blatantly. “If I don’t finish it up all at once, I’m going to forget about it later.”

You rubbed your forehead, trying to get rid of the annoyance that was building up within you. “And then you’re going to finish that part, only to think of another idea to work on right after that. Like I said, it’s a cycle and you need to realize that. Please, I’ll give you 30 minutes to finish what you’re doing and write your notes down, and then we’re going to take a walk, no matter what you say.”

He nodded at your firm tone and quietly got back to work after muttering a small “okay”. You spent the next 20 or so minutes watching him work, occasionally feeding him spoonfuls of the rice you brought, until he finally shut everything down and turned to you to scarf down what was left in the foam container. 

“I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” He pointed out the obvious when there was no rice left, and he stretched before getting up from his seat. You giggled when you heard his joints crack at the sudden movement.

“Geez, you really are getting old, huh? And that’s what happens when you get stuck in sitting in this chair for more than 24 hours.” You lightly smacked his head to get some sense into him. “You don’t take care of yourself and don’t realize that your body needs food.”

He rolled his eyes, giving in to your light scolding. “Okay, okay, you’re right.” 

“Sir, I am always right.”

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Not too long later, you were both taking a walk outside the building, entering the quiet night life of the city.

The winter air had a chill to it and you shivered a little, taking Hwitaek’s free hand into yours. He responded by squeezing it gently. 

Small physical affirmations like these have always got you through your friendships. As people who both relied on them as a source of comfort, it’s what allowed you to be as close as you were now. Though there were times where you’d have your disagreements — take the little argument you had earlier — holding hands especially, has always been what you used to remind yourselves that in the end, you still loved each other. That you were still best friends.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” You told him quietly.

He laughed. “What? Am I getting a pep talk now?”

Your cheeks heated at his words and you stopped walking, pulling him into a stop as well. “I’m being serious here!”

He gave you a teasing look. “I know you are, and I appreciate you always coming to take care of me. Even though I’m not in your shoes, I do know how stubborn I can get and how frustrating it must be for you guys to watch me make the same mistakes over and over again.” He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head. “But some habits are hard to break, yeah?”

You let out a small hum in agreement. It was true, everyone had their own habits — some good, some bad — and while Hwitaek had a fair share of endearing habits, between you and the rest of the boys, his were also the most concerning. You’d all rather have him stay healthy than have him work his soul away on some songs that can ultimately, only do the group so much. And getting him to realize that was a challenge, but it was a challenge you were all willing to take.

Your walk didn’t have a set destination, and you crossed streets and changed directions on a whim, adding more thrill to your little adventure. At one point, you even stopped at one of the convenience stores still open so that he could buy himself a drink. Which ended up simply being a carton of milk after you insisted that no, coffee at 3 am is not going to help him rest at all. You allowed him to at least get chocolate milk though. And you spent your time talking about anything unrelated to his work, sharing stories that you’ve missed during your time apart.

The two of you pretended like it wasn’t the middle of the night and that you weren’t freezing in the cold because neither of you were responsible enough to have prepared layers for the weather. Because so what if it was pitch dark and the only sign of life were the lonely taxis that drove by? If the only sound joining the chirps of the crickets were your laughter and you couldn’t feel the tips of your ears anymore? Your best friend finally had the chance to rest and be himself once again, and you’d be there for him no matter what time of day it was. As long as you got to see his shoulders relax a little and his smile genuinely reach his eyes again. As long as you knew that he’d listen to you, as his best friend, and that he’d let you take care of him when you needed to. It didn’t matter how often that had to happen.

When you turned the corner back to the entrance of the entertainment building, you looked at Hwitaek and nodded your head towards the floors upon floors towering above. “You wanna go back to the studio and work for a little while longer to let me hear what you’ve got so far?”

Getting him to take a break was already a miracle, and as much as you wished he would at least spend the night resting, you felt bad for dragging him out like this. You understood that he probably worked best if he was allowed to follow his train of thoughts without disruption, as bad as that habit was.

Thinking that he would agree to your offer, you were already making your way towards the entrance. But to your surprise, he grabbed your wrist to stop you and instead gave you a relaxed smile.

“Nah.” He pulled you closer to him and slung an arm around your shoulder, leaning into it a little bit. His body was pleasantly warm against yours.

“Let’s just go home, work can wait.”

[cheezritsu]

Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics (pt 2)

part one here!

Kageyama Tobio: couple workouts, linked pinkies, lingering touches, butterflies in your stomach even after years of knowing him, parting his sweaty bangs after a gruelling match, sitting in your lap during study sessions. The childhood friends couple; always attending his games, setting a separate ringtone for when he calls at 2 am from another country, his thumb caressing your cheek when he kisses you, walking home after practices with his face washed with sunset; tiny, barely there smiles meant for your eyes only; mundane tasks as dates, buying magazine covers with his face on them; knuckle kisses, massaging his tense muscles after long, grueling days; pressing your foreheads together, looking deep into his love filled eyes; always following your advice, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in your scent; recalling old memories with his grandfather, cooing over baby pictures, having each other as your phone background, being prideful for him, trophy husband jokes; standing up for him no matter what. Slow, unsure kisses, even after so many years; always saying “see you later” and never goodbye, soothing his worries with a hug, knowing what he means even when he’s quiet. You two are the star crossed lovers, never quite separated as long as you’re in love. 

Hinata Shoyo: 8 hour phone calls, tan lines, bruised arms, giving Natsu advice like she’s your sister; the sunshine couple; constant encouragement, sitting on the back of his bike and going down hills, Marvel movie marathons, talking so much you forget to eat, reading Shonen jump together, him teaching you volleyball, showing up to all his matches; the number 10 proudly across your chest; brushing away his frustrated tears with the back of your hand; video calls with 12 hours between you two, spontaneous dates, convenience store slushies, being shown off to his friends, pinky promises, cheek kisses, running through the streets with intertwined hands, laughing maniacally; making any day an adventure, getting meat buns at 2am, sitting in the stands at practices, learning Brazilian recipes, smiling contently as he tells yet another story about Brazil; holding his face so gently he might cry, hugging him like he’ll vanish under your fingertips; never whispering “I love you,” only screaming it so everyone can hear. Proud smiles, even in hard times. You two are Icarus and the sun, your fierce love the one thing that keeps the wax from melting under your wings. 

Azumane Asahi: braiding each others hair, linking pinkies, slightly mismatched appearances, long, ambling walks home while the sun sets; comforting whispers, spinning hugs, promise rings, the sweet couple; always having the right words, modeling his designs, long distance calls on Saturday nights, dried roses, brown sugar boba tea, framed couple photos, bubble baths, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, running errands as dates; sleeping in his tee shirts while he’s away, stealing glances at one another, shoulders always touching on train rides, still blushing whenever your hands brush, being his personal cheerleader, having a mailbox with both your names on it, at home haircuts, rainy day dates; softly kissing each other awake; candid photos, monthly anniversary gifts, a comforting touch always close at hand. You two are Orpheus and Eurydice, willing to plunge the depths of hell to stay together. 

Iwaizumi Hajime: late night FaceTimes, learning to skateboard, insulting one another as a love language, stuttering out “I love yous”, couple workouts, being in each other’s profile pictures, bullying each other at any given moment, double dates, matching denim jackets, couple outfit of the day posts, melting into his arms, airport reunions, stealing his food during dates, the laid back couple; stealing his hoodies, long walks filled with easy conversation, having a dog as a child, being dubbed “Iwaizumi’s cool partner,” wherever you go; late night convenience store runs, sunrise hikes, arm wrestling competitions to win arguments, protective arms around your waist as you sleep, unironically calling him “Iwa-Chan”; cheesy Disneyland California couple photos, staying up with him as he studies for exams, rubbing the tension out of his shoulders, listening to his old Seijoh stories, being loved by Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa, resting a comforting hand on his chest, taking pictures of him in the background at sports events, taking pride in everything each other does. Not so much saying it love you,’ but seeing it. You two are the moon and the ocean; tidally locked with one another, and never wanting it any other way. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi: taping his matches on tv, wearing his coats when he’s away, champagne flutes, fancy dinner parties, the classy couple; musky, dark cologne, tacky souvenirs from countries he’s visited, indoor plants everywhere, cooking breakfast together whenever possible, courtside seats at his games, peaceful silences, quiet vacations, fancy dinner dates, pearl necklaces, first class flights, monogrammed luggage, smiling at your shared last name, french manicures, laced hands, moonlit walks, promise rings, handwritten letters, traditional weddings, feather light kisses to your knuckles; listening to his voice to fall asleep, mindless touches, secret smiles, ironic heart emojis, learning each other’s love language, sitting in his lap while he watches matches, coming home together after long days apart, fluffy white robes, his and hers sinks, forehead kisses, patiences, evenings spent reminiscing with Shiratorizawa, never losing sight of what’s important: each other. Accepting him no matter what, squeezing his hand for reassurance, saying ‘goodbye’ just so you can say ‘hello’. You two are like wild ivy, growing and entangling in one other until you’ve become one. 

Tendou Satori: watching anime until the sun comes up, taping his bruised fingers, singing his impromptu songs, cheering loudly for him at games, exchanging memes for hours, the silly couple; walking home with swinging intertwined hands, comic shop dates, playful banter, calling him “miracle boy” with a seriousness that makes him blush; bullying Goshiki, amusement park dates, stuffed animal presents, incoherent love notes, keeping pictures of you in his wallet, making chocolates in the dead of night, singing loudly in the shower, tickle fights, sneaking into his dorm when you can’t sleep, coming to his defense whenever, wherever; spit shakes, inside jokes, teasing whispers, learning tiktok dances, anime hoodies, cooing over his baby pictures, protective glares, shoulder touches, identical laughter, falling deeper in love with every passing second. You two are a hurricane; a force to be reckoned with with no intentions of stopping. 

Bokuto Kotarou: Being Akaashi’s worst nightmare, screaming songs in the car together, throwing rocks at each others windows in the dark, laughing on the phone underneath blankets, kisses every time you see each other; the inseparable couple; always knowing when he needs a hug, playing with his hair, wearing his jersey to volleyball matches, spoiling him at any chance, staying in bed an extra five minutes, trying new restaurants every other day, getting lost in the city for hours, constant snapchats, good morning texts, surprise visits at work, piggy back rides, ice cream on summer days, friendship bracelets, comedy movies, Polaroid pictures, bear hugs, beach dates, sleeping with his head in the crook of your neck. Hands always touching, nose kisses, spikes dedicated to you, air kisses across crowded stadiums, posing for paparazzi, the entire world knowing your name because he can’t keep your name out of his mouth for ten seconds. You two are remnants of the same star, finding one another across space and time. 

Semi Eita: dyed hair, eyebrow piercings, walls lined with guitars, dive bars, muffled singing from the shower, sake shots, world tours, chain necklaces, wearing his merchandise, karaoke dates, fishnet stockings, luxury hotels,the sexy couple; being his muse, velvet sofas, singing duets in the kitchen while making breakfast, dazzling smiles, having a makeshift recording studio in your living room, papers littered with song lyrics, starving artist budgets, breakthroughs at 4am, meeting his old teammates at concerts, silly audio recordings of meaningless conversations, “babe, listen to this!” the intimacy of sharing headphones, pressing kisses to his calloused fingertips, having more amps than furniture, spending hours in comfortable silence untangling his chords, the rush of listening to his new songs, constantly being on your toes, kisses that make your heart stop, being so proud of him. Long days spent slaving over work, his soft voice smooth like honey. Agonizing practices, staying by his side no matter what. You two are Bonnie and Clyd; absolute ride or dies through thick and thin. 

Kozume Kenma: watching all his videos, popping by work to give him lunch, singing softly while doing laundry at his house, making out in his gaming chair, soft, the intuitive couple; teasing fingers up your thigh, expensive gifts, housewife jokes, blanket burritos, at home dates, Speedrunning videos games, botched apple pies, having delivery on speed dial, curling his hair behind his ear before kisses, cat cafes, Gucci sunglasses, jamming to video game soundtracks, DND game nights, being in the background of his live streams, owning cats like children, bingeing on convenience store snacks, horror movie marathons, making fun of Kuroo, carding your hands through his growing hair, quick, stolen kisses, feeling completely at home with one another; watching cartoons till one am, matching stickers on your Nintendo switches, animal crossing weddings, sharing scarves, waking up curled into each other with the afternoon sun through your blinds, genuine and ugly laughter; smiles so soft you think you’re imaging them, listening to him pour his heart out about a game that broke him; ever laughing at him, slowly slipping to sleep while he plays video games, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You two are video game protagonists, falling in love like the universe intended you to. 

Suna Rintaro: Black sports cars, luxury apartments, Adidas track pants, fresh Nike sneakers, black and white everything; the aesthetic couple; matching outfits, silver rings, flashing lights, hazy bars, rolled blunts, hip hop beats rattling through your car speakers, late night texts, slow, languid kisses; rainy days, bedroom eyes, button down shirts, chipped nail polish, saying “bruh,” instead of “babe,” petty insults, wandering hands, dipping out of family reunions, noise complaints, throwing snacks into each other’s mouths, having your orders known at a restaurant, red solo cups, ash trays, house parties, spinning a record and listening to it for hours, laying on the floor with nothing to do; silk sheets, midnight drives, stupid jokes, lazy smiles, fist bumps, the inherent romanticism of not being romantic; bathroom selfies, upsetting the twins, always being one the same page, wilted flowers, tracing the outline of his lips before diving in for a kiss, trusting one another completely. You two are silver screen lovers, having the romance all teenagers would die to have. 

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omg I love love your writing 🥺 but can I request todoroki and Shinsou whos a workaholic

(a/n): hello anon! thank you so much😭😭💜💜💜 now from what i understand here is that both todo and shinsou are workaholics and how does s/o deal with them. i hope this matches your request!! ❤❤

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workaholics

pairings: shinsou x reader, todoroki x reader

warnings:none!

shinsou

oh boyy he is a workaholic indeed

it just happens. hero work is something very essential to him, and he's gonna do everything he can to get it done. let it be patrol or paperwork( if there were any )

once he begged his s/o to go to bed earlier, because he wasn't gonna make it back home early. which was fine by them because they had some work to do.

he loved that they were so understanding, and tried to ensure this 'coming back home late' was not a habit.

so this time it was paperwork.

somehow he forgot that there was a whole world waiting for him outside.

he finished the last few words and laid back on his chair only to realize....

crap

it was 2am.

and it wasnt like his colleagues didn't remind him like thousands of times. "take a break shinsou!" or "don't stress out!"

"crap crap crap," he packed everything up as fast as he could, speeding for the door.

his adrenaline was like fire at that moment; he had no idea what was in his mind but the only thing that mattered right now was you and only you.

meanwhile, you were in the living room, half asleep. the lamp next the couch was dimly lit, as you didn't want to strain your eyes.

he burst the door open, panting heavily. that jolted you awake

"toshi! there you are! i texted you. wasn't in need for a reply but.... i sure didn't expect this."

"what about you? i thought-"

"i was pretty confident you'd still work all night long so i decided to wait for you."

"im so sorry, kitten," he walked up towards you, closing the door behind him. he placed both hands on your cheeks, and rested his forehead against yours. "can i make it up to you? my head hurts right now. im so sorry."

"babe, i understand that you have a lot of work. but sometimes you need to take a break. wind down, relax. take a breather. you don't need to apologize, silly."

"i did tell you i wouldn't do it again."

"if you remembered and rushed all the way here, i don't think this should be a serious discussion. now come on. ill run you a hot bath. oh, did you eat?"

his stomach growled so loud.

"what did i tell you?"

he chuckled softly. "to eat."

"alright. no coffee. milk and cookies would do."

"what? but i love coffee."

"i am not giving you caffeine tonight. i know you well toshi. it's only going to allow you to work."

"milk and cookies it is."

literally tried mixing caffeine into his milk but you slapped his hand away.

he looked so relaxed in his bath, you felt so happy

once he was done, you brought him to bed. he laid his head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him, keeping his secure.

yup, you also made sure he slept first.

"i dont want this to end," he slurred before dozing off.

and neither did you.

todoroki

now he works really hard.

really hard

and that raised so much concern within you.

because sometimes when he reassures that he was fine, you know he wasn't.

and by that i mean, he overworks. once he did, all the way till 3.

so when he finally gets them done, he looks exhausted.

like he was about to explode (no pun intended)

"i have several procedures next week. call me if i am not back home early. i need to straighten myself up."

"but that would be bothering you."

"okay, so if im not back at home by 2, you call. it wouldn't happen very soon; i just dont want you to get worried."

a little scenario!

he had to head over to his dad's agency and complete a few procedures there

and then he went over to other agencies because he had extra work that he needed to complete

even had to take the train to another city just because they needed him urgently

patrol, patrol and patrol

god, how he wish his s/o was by his side.

"wait, what?" he said to himself, eyes widening.

where was he?

he took the train back to his city, he is in town. what was he doing in the park????

"y/n!!" he screamed, taking off.

he checked the time. it was 1.55.

what was i doing?

he was devastated. all this while he was invested in work that he didn't even think of going home. what would they think of me?

poor baby was so stressed. he told them it couldn't happen.

1.58 and his phone rang.

the caller id read your name.

"y/n?"

he stopped running, only to realize that you were right in front of him.

"shoto? what are you doing here?"

he ran towards you, squishing you into a giant hug. "oh god, y/n. i'd have to ask you the same thing."

"oh, i was about to head to the convenience store. wanted to get your favorite snacks. i called two minutes earlier," you chuckled. "are you okay?"

he was silent. he breathed out a huge sigh, burying his face further into your jacket. "better than ever."

"you need a break, sho. why were you in the park?"

"i have no idea. but right now, all i want is to go home. lay down with you. take a few days off."

"coming from the main man himself. you're going to have to rest a lot, mister."

"im sorry, y/n."

"i love you, shoto. let's go wish your old habits goodbye."