#also i tried to include everyone who requested to be on the tag list!! not sure if it even works tho...

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TITLE: do you still think about me?

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers, soft Bakugou Katsuki, fluff, mutual pining, smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, reader with afab body parts, reader with hair that can be pushed away from face when damp

STATUS: Completed; 3 of 3

NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist

NOTE: Minors, DNI! This chapter contains smut.

“Watch it,” Bakugou snaps. 

His hand shoots out to grab your upper arm as you stumble over a hidden tree root, too engrossed in the pictures you’re taking with your phone to notice what’s underfoot.

“Pay attention,” he growls as he steadies you. His hand is warm where it’s wrapped around you. 

Heart thumping in your chest, you slip your phone into your pocket, feeling duly admonished. 

“Sorry,” you say, looking up at him. “And thank you. Your reflexes are amazing.” 

Bakugou scowls at you. “Be more careful or I’m taking you back down.” 

“You and what army?” You stick your tongue out at him.

Some expression you can’t quite read flickers across his face, and he narrows his eyes at you.

Your momentary courage deserts you. You squeak and pull yourself free from his grasp, making your way hurriedly up the marked path while trying to balance caution and speed so you don’t trip and fall on your face.

Behind you, you hear a sharp bark of laughter. You can’t help but look back. 

Bakugou’s gaze immediately catches yours. There are traces of laughter still in his face—in his eyes, on his lips. 

It’s not the first time you’ve heard him laugh, of course. Kaminari’s hilarious, and when he, Kirishima, and Hanta get going at parties, everyone’s laughing. (Even if Bakugou sometimes laughs at them more than with them.) And that’s not even taking into account how much of a menace Bakugou is when Todoroki’s around to tease.

But it’s the first time you’ve made him laugh. You want to keep making him laugh, you realize. You really like him, and it’s such a problem. All that time spent trying to keep your distance, get over him? Undone within a few days.

As Bakugou’s long strides quickly eat up the distance between you, you try to compose yourself, hoping none of your thoughts are visible in your expression. It’s fine.

He puts a hand on your back, nudging you forward. 

“C’mon,” he tells you. “If you wanna make it back in time for dinner, save the pictures and the attitude for the top.” 

Much of the trail takes you through a forest filled with cedar and birch trees with a steady incline upwards. Wooden stairs and handholds appear a couple times, as this hiking trail is well-traveled. You pass some people in pairs or families on your way up, but not often. 

When you hike—and yes, you usually do take a friend or two, Bakugou—you prefer not to talk much. A lot of the time it’s because your lungs can’t multitask; the physical exertion of breathing is more than enough. But it’s also because you hate to cut through the sound of nature with your voice. You love the birdsong, the wind rustling the trees, the faint hum of insects. 

Bakugou is quiet too, for the most part. When he does speak, his voice is low, quiet, with check-ins and directives. 

“You out of water? Here.” You find out he has water, a first aid kit, snacks, and who knows what else in the backpack he’s brought along.

“Gimme your hands. Rocks’re slippery here.” He’s all easy strength, a warm grip. Your hands in his. 

“Let’s stop here for a minute.” He’s not tired at all, but you are as things get steeper, and you don’t even need to say anything for him to pause for a break. 

Bakugou’s a good hiking partner. He’s better than Rie, who refuses to do anything with an incline and complains the whole way anyway, or Hanta, who chats your ear off the entire time and outpaces you with his long legs and hero stamina. 

Maybe when the two of you get back to Musutafu, Bakugou’d be willing to go on another hike with you. A friendly hike. You’ve never done anything one-on-one with him before this weekend, and since you’re slowly coming to accept that maybe you’ll have feelings for him forever, it’ll be fine. 

You reach the peak around noon. 

“Bakugou,” you say, staring out into the distance. You glance away briefly to put your hand on his forearm, shaking it slightly in excitement. 

Bakugou huffs, stepping closer to you. 

“Look,” you tell him, and his eyes meet yours. You know it’s because of a few clumsy moments you had getting up here that he’s keeping within arms length of you at all times, but—he’s so close. And he acts like he has no idea what he looks like, sunlight limning his blond hair and turning his eyes clear crimson. 

You look away, back out. You don’t want to make things weird when—when you’re friends, now, right? The time you’ve spent together this weekend, just the two of you… you’ve got to be friends at this point. 

You push your thoughts aside and try to recenter yourself, focus on what’s in front of you.

Trees grow everywhere you look in deep shades of green and umber. The nearby lake shimmers, placid. In the distance are mountains, making their mark against the horizon. 

“It’s so beautiful out here,” you say. You turn your head to look at Bakugou again, smiling, only to find that he’s still looking at you. Your hand’s still on his arm. 

A little flustered, you let go of him. In a voice softer than you intend, you tell him, “I’m having a great time. Thanks for coming with me.” 

He looks at you for a long moment.

“Good,” he says. 

Soaking in the open-air bath does wonders for your body. 

It’s a little too early for muscle aches and soreness, but you can already feel how fatigued certain parts of your body are—your feet, your calves. The hot water is like a balm as you submerge yourself to your chin. 

The public onsen is nice, but crowded. You visited yesterday, after the morning market, and enjoyed it. But it’s a different experience, here in your room’s private outdoor bath. It’s like you’re the only one in the whole world. You needed this time and space to yourself after returning from the hike with Bakugou. When you’re with him, it feels like all your senses are dialed to 110% and the only thing you can think of is him. In the hours since the hike, you took a nap and then checked in with your friends. 

Sero finally got back to you late last night, letting you know that he’d met Rie halfway and traveled back with her to Musutafu. Rie messaged you a picture she’d taken of herself, looking haggard and depleted, with her client barely visible in the background looking stunningly gorgeous. Rie’s always been super talented at turning people into works of art.

They both asked how you’re doing. In your group chat with them, you sent along pictures of the gifts you’d gotten them and the photos you took on your hike. The views you captured look unreal, like CGI, they’re so pretty. 

You even got Bakugou to take a few pictures—a couple of you, with a big grin, throwing up a peace sign, and even a selfie of the both of you. He’s not smiling, exactly, in it, but his neutral expression is handsome anyway. You weren’t sure he wanted it, but you sent the picture to him, just in case. 

You did make the mistake of sending one of your solo pictures in your group chat with Rie and Sero because Rie immediately sent you several follow-up direct messages while Sero just sent a thumbs up.

Rie: Who took this????

Rie: Who were you with??

If you told the truth, you’d never hear the end of it. Instead of replying to her, guiltily, you left her messages unopened, to deal with later. 

You drift, eyes closed. The daytime sounds of birds and cicadas have been replaced by the chirping of crickets as the sun sets, casting a dreamy orange glow over everything. 

You’ve nearly dozed off when the sound of knocks on your door has you stirring. 

Briefly, you entertain the urge to ignore it. It’s probably someone who’s got the wrong room, as you aren’t expecting anyone. You do plan on ordering the in-room dining menu but haven’t gotten around to requesting it yet. 

But the knocks come again, and then your phone pings. 

Sighing, you stand, water sloshing and streaming off your body. You grab a towel and briskly rub yourself down so you aren’t dripping water everywhere, and then you shrug on the onsen-provided robe. 

As you pad over to the front door, you grab your phone and glance at the screen. 

The message preview says—

Bakugou: You in your room? 

Blinking, you jerk your head up to stare at the door. It’s quiet now. 

Hurrying over, you open it. No one’s there. 

You stick your head out and look both ways. To your left, you see Bakugou’s retreating back.

“Bakugou,” you call. “Come back!”

He stops, turns. His eyes land on you, and he scowls. 

You resist the urge to jerk back. What’s his deal? You were in the bath; you answered the door as fast as you could.

You make a face at him. 

With long strides, Bakugou’s back at your door. He steps close, almost crowding you. 

“Get back in there, you aren’t even dressed,” he says. His eyes drop down to your shoulder, then quickly dart back to your face. 

Your robe had loosened, one side sliding down your shoulder a little when you’d leaned out to look for him. You feel your face begin to warm as suddenly, you’re hyper aware you’re not wearing anything under this robe and he’s just a step or two away. 

You fix your robe.

“There isn’t even anyone around,” you say, stubborn, just to get your mind off of the path it’s taking. He’s clearly freshly showered, hair damp, and you’re reminded of your first night here in the bamboo garden, him, under the moonlight. 

Stop. 

As if to prove you wrong, you begin to hear the faintest sound of voices echoing from down the hall. Bakugou looks at you as if to say I told you so. 

You step back. “Come in.”

Closing the door behind him, you cross your arms over your chest, trying not to feel self-conscious. 

“What brought you over here, anyway?” you ask. 

“Was gonna ask if you wanna eat with me for dinner,” Bakugou says. He avoids looking at you, glances around your room, and you’re glad that you’re generally a pretty tidy person. Glad that he’s not looking at you, but also a little disappointed, though you know it’s dumb. He’s not interested. 

“I’d love to, but I feel like a limp noodle,” you say. “I doubt I’ll make it to the restaurant. And I might fall asleep over dinner. I was gonna order their in-room dining menu instead.” 

You’re telling the truth. You feel like you’ve spent your time well on this vacation, but you’re tired.

But you don’t want to say no; you don’t want to turn him away. You’ve already spent so much time with him, but it’s like you can’t get enough. 

“Do you wanna join me?” you ask. 

Bakugou puts his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. But let’s eat in my room.”

You furrow your brows. “Why? We’re already here in mine.” 

He shrugs a shoulder. “Go get dressed.”

You stare at him, bewildered. What logical explanation could there be for him to want to dine in his room instead? Maybe his room’s nicer than yours? But he’s never struck you as the kind of guy to care about stuff like that. Maybe he forgot something in there? But that’s silly, he presumably just came from there. The in-room dining menu costs the same across the rooms, so it can’t be that…

Pausing, you narrow your eyes at him. “Wait. Is it because you want to charge the meal to your room?”

His silence is telling. He looks at you, unwavering, as if maintaining eye contact will make you back down. But you’re unintimidated. 

“I know your tricks now, Bakugou,” you tell him, smug. “You can’t fool me. We’re eating here, and I’m paying for it as thanks for the hike today. Go sit on the couch, feel free to turn on the TV. I’ll be right back.”

You turn before he can say anything, grabbing some clothes from the dresser and walking into the bathroom to change. Faintly, you hear the sound of the TV being turned on. 

Your small victory has you re-energized. You change, buoyed with it. You do wonder about this newly discovered quirk of Bakugou’s—paying for things unnecessarily. You do recall he’s never been stingy, covering rounds of drinks at get-togethers, spotting your mutual friends’ meals on birthdays. 

It doesn’t come across as—I have more money than you do, so I’m flaunting it, even though you’re aware that he does make more than most of your friend group because of his higher hero ranking and the fact he owns his own agency. It feels more so like his way of showing his friends he cares; it’s warming that it’s something he’s trying to do with you. 

It’s juvenile, this need to be reassured, but you wish you could ask him if he thinks of you as a friend. 

When you leave the bathroom, you find Bakugou sitting on the couch, flipping through the provided menu. He looks up as you approach and sit a cushion away from him. 

“You like fruit?” Bakugou asks. 

“…Yes?” you say, blinking. “That’s so random.” 

He tilts his head toward the other end of the couch where the gifts you’d bought at the market sit. Sero’s bag of fruits is open, peeking through. 

“Oh! Those are for Hanta. You know he likes citrus fruit, right? You got him those oranges a couple weeks back.” 

Bakugou raises a brow. “He tell you about that?” 

“Yeah! He was talking about them non-stop for a couple days. Couldn’t get him to shut up. It was really sweet of you—I think those oranges are his favorite variety.” 

Bakugou’s expression is hard to make out, but you think maybe he’s pleased. He’s a really great friend, you think. 

“Let’s order,” he says. 

You order to your heart’s content, feeling justified since you’d only eaten an onigiri and some snacks Bakugou’s brought for lunch, at the peak. While you wait, a hero special on All Might begins playing on the TV, and the both of you are unable to resist being drawn into it. He was the hero of your childhoods, after all, the biggest star.

“What’s he like, anyway?” you ask Bakugou. When he looks at you askew, you make a face at him. 

“I only ever saw him at events or peripherally, teaching the hero course,” you say defensively. “You probably don’t remember, but I was in the management course.”

“I remember,” he says. You resist the urge to grimace. You wish he didn’t; you’ve been getting along so well that you lulled yourself into forgetting about your cringy past. 

“...He’s annoying,” Bakugou says after a moment, interlocking his fingers and staring down at them. “Old man doesn’t know when to quit. Still at that damn school.” 

“Still teaching?” you ask. “That’s nice.” 

“Should retire,” Bakugou mutters. “He’s done enough.” 

“He’s done more than enough, I think,” you say. “But you heroes always give so much of yourselves, going where you’re needed. It’s one of the best things about you.” 

Bakugou looks up at you, tilts his head. 

After a moment, you realize. 

“About you, as in heroes in general!” you say hastily. You’re a liar. You were thinking about him, not All Might, not all heroes. 

A couple knocks at the door save you, and when you move to get up, Bakugou motions for you to stay. 

“I’ll get it,” he says. You sit there, beating yourself up over your slip-up, as Bakugou speaks to the people at the door. You greet them when they come in, watching out of the way as they quickly set the table and arrange the dishes you’d ordered. 

You hardly notice as they leave as quickly as they came, so dazzled by the food on display. 

Bakugou touches your back, and you startle. You look at him. 

“Come sit,” he tells you.

“Okay,” you say. 

The food is delicious, but the company’s even better.

You find yourself talking about all kinds of things with him. 

“Do you go hiking often?” you ask. “You looked pretty comfortable out there.” 

“I like outdoorsy shit,” Bakugou says. “Hiking’s fine. I like mountain climbing best.”

“Mountain climbing?” You tilt your head. “That’s pretty intense. It suits you! I have a friend who’s into bouldering and is trying to get me into it. I feel like that might be more my speed.”

“You scared of heights?” 

“I’m scared of falling!” You laugh. “But with your quirk, I guess you don’t have that worry.” 

“If you want to try bouldering, tell me,” he says. He brings his cup of tea to his lips, takes a sip. 

You blink at him. “Do you know how?”

“Started with it a couple years back and moved on to climbing. Being outside’s better,” Bakugou says. 

“Okay! I’ll take you up on it,” you say, trying to hide the little thrill that runs through you at the thought that he wants to spend time with you, even when the both of you return home. 

You reach for the teapot to refill his cup, and your hand brushes against his, resting on the table. He doesn’t pull away. His eyes lift to meet yours, deep carmine in the low light. 

Before you know it, it’s true night. It’s not so late according to the time, but it feels like it is because the both of you were up early and had a physically taxing day. 

Mid-sentence, you cover your mouth as you yawn, little pinpricks of tears springing to your eyes. 

“Sorry,” you say, just as you catch Bakugou hiding a reciprocal yawn. It’s cute. You don’t think he’d appreciate you saying so, so you hide your smile. 

“You wanna sleep here?” you ask. “I’m sleeping in the bed nearest the windows. The one next to the wall was Rie’s, but they changed the sheets and everything yesterday. It hasn’t been touched since.” 

Bakugou looks at you for a moment. “You good with that?”

“If you are,” you tell him. “And if you’re okay with using the complimentary toothbrush they give out.” 

He snorts. “Thanks.” 

Getting ready for bed at the same time as him feeds into thoughts you refuse to acknowledge. He tells you to get ready first as he takes care of cleaning up the food and dishes to be taken away by the staff. You try to help, but he gives you this stubborn look you’re too tired to fight. You thank him instead and retreat into the bathroom. 

It’s only when you’re both in bed, the lights out, that those thoughts return, make themselves manifest.

The awkwardness you used to feel around him, the self-consciousness about your history, the pressure to keep him at a distance—it’s all faded so much into the background. Instead, your body hums with nerves, with a different kind of awareness. 

He looked at you a lot, today. Whenever you looked at him, he was already looking back. He made himself known with little touches here and there: on your back, your arms, your hands. You thought you��d imagined it yesterday, this morning, but—no. 

You’ve had partners before, both short and long term. That dance in the beginning, that will we, won’t we—you think you’re not imagining it here, with him. 

“Goodnight Bakugou,” you say quietly, in case he’s already asleep. You don’t trust yourself to look at him to check. Seeing him across sheets, soft and undone… you don’t trust yourself to look at him and keep these bubbling feelings inside.

“Night,” Bakugou says. 

When you wake, the sun isn’t even up. 

The room is dark, though it’s in hazy shadows that speak of a coming dawn. 

Blinking sleep away, you rub at your face and turn onto your side to reach for your phone. 

You freeze mid-motion. 

You’d forgotten Bakugou, sleeping in the other bed, still deep asleep. His face is restful, uncreased by a frown, though you can’t make out much more in the gloom. 

You look at him for a long moment. 

Quietly, you grab your phone off the bedside table and get out of bed, heading into the bathroom. You wash your face and brush your teeth before undressing and donning an onsen robe. You pad over to the sliding glass door leading out to the deck and open-air bath and step out. 

A simple shower sits in the corner of the deck, intended for rinsing off before bathing. You stand under the spray, scrubbing yourself down.

You want to use the open-air bath one more time before checking out. You want some time to yourself before you have to face the morning. Soaking in the steamy water, watching the sunrise—it’ll be a nice ending to this vacation. 

Suitably clean, you slip out of the robe, hanging it on a hook on the wall, before sliding into the bath.

It’s so hot it makes you hiss as you sink down, the steam visibly wafting in the air. The seats within the bath are at a perfect height for you to sit sideways in one of the corners, arms folded across the ledge. You rest your head on them.

The sky’s begun to change to a blue, with pink and orange streaking the horizon. You stare out into the distance, blinking slowly. 

You don’t regret spending so much time with Bakugou this weekend. You had a lot of fun, and when the alternative would’ve been a rather lonely couple of days, you’re grateful. You’re happy that you’ve grown closer, when it seemed an impossibility a couple days ago.

Knowing him as you do now—you like him so much. You like what you’ve learned about him, up close.

You feel guilty keeping your feelings from him; you want to tell him, but you’re not sure. You're teetering on the edge—are you reading too deeply into his words, his actions? Does he return your feelings? Or is his interest fleeting, just because of circumstance, likely to fade once you leave this ryokan behind? You don’t know. 

The sound of the sliding door opening jostles you from your thoughts. 

You turn just your head, keeping your front pressed against the side of the bath. 

Bakugou stands there, looking rumpled but forcibly alert. Like a tiger, just woken up from sleep, not sure what’d woken it up. Little water marks stain the front of his shirt, and the edges of his hair are damp, as if he’d washed his face. 

You stifle the urge to smile. 

“Good morning,” you say softly.

He grunts out what could be a greeting back.

“Did I wake you up?” you ask. “I’m sorry if I did.” 

“Y’didn’t,” he says. “I usually get up early.” 

Bakugou looks out over the pond, out at the trees on the far side, before looking at you.

“S’early for a bath,” he says. 

“Wanted to use it one last time while watching the sun rise.” You push your hair away from your face, where it’d begun to cling because of the steam. His gaze tracks your movement, the sluicing of water down your forearm. The bare line of your back. 

His eyes snap back up to yours, but it’s too late. You caught it. 

You watch him for a long moment. Take a deep breath. 

“Wanna join me?” 

He studies you. The longer the silence stretches, the more your nerves fray. 

You swallow, open your mouth to take it back. Maybe you’d imagined the look in his eyes. 

“You sure?” he asks. His voice is raspy with the remnants of sleep, deep with something else. His words are heavy with things unspoken, and you shiver despite the warmth of the water. 

“Yeah,” you say. 

He turns to the shower you’d just used, and you look away as he grips the back of his shirt, pulls it over his head, revealing a tantalizing expanse of skin. The broad breadth of his shoulders, the hard lines of muscle leading to his waist. Old scars, telling of the fights he’s survived, the fights he’s won. 

You whip your head forward, looking away, feeling impossibly warmer than you already are in this bath, steam rising around you. 

There’s the sound of clothes hitting the deck and the water turning on. 

You keep your eyes on the horizon, the peek of the sun over that line, even as you hear the shower shut off and his footsteps approach, even as the water level rises as he climbs in. 

Heart thumping fast against your chest, body tense with anticipation, it takes all your will not to startle when his hand touches your bare back. You shift to face him, and he’s close, so close. Like yesterday, and the day before, but today maybe he’s finally within your reach. 

“This what you wanted?” His hand slides down your skin, and you can’t help but lean into his touch. You reach a hand up to his face.

He stops you, grip encircling your wrist—a familiar motion. 

“Y’gotta say it,” Bakugou tells you. His eyes are molten red with the sunrise, heated. Your breath catches. 

“Yes, yes, wanted this,” you say, trying to move closer, and he huffs out a laugh, the glimmer of a satisfied smile on his lips. 

You look up at him, soft, putty in his hands. He’s so handsome like this. 

Unable to resist, you lean up to kiss his cheek. 

He turns his head as you retreat and kisses you. 

Your eyes flutter shut as your head tilts to press against his lips better. He’s warm. You only realize he’s let go of your wrist because your hands come up to brace against his chest, unfettered. His hand on your back grips your waist, and his free hand comes to rest on the other side. They’re searing against your skin. 

When he touches his tongue against your lips, a request, you open up for him, a door thrown all the way open. He kisses you deep, plundering, tongue sliding against yours slowly, sensually. The sound your mouths make when you part for air is filthy. 

You want to be closer, ever closer. When your chest touches his, nipples hard against his skin, he makes a rough noise against you that has you humming in pleasure. 

Fuck it, you think, and you shift so that you’re straddling his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, skin to skin now. 

He’s half hard from just a few kisses, pressed against your lower belly. There’s an answering pulse in your sex that has you arching against him, craving friction. His hands slide to your ass, fingers dimpling into your skin, pulling you to him.

His mouth travels down your neck, biting gently here and there, sucking. His hand cups up to cup your chest, thumbs across your nipple. You gasp. 

He kisses you again, drinking you in like he can’t get enough. You’re dizzy with want. 

When you pull back for air, he’s breathing hard, and so are you. His eyes are hazy with arousal. You feel like you’ve been taken apart. 

“We movin’ too fast?” he asks.

You blink at him, mind fuzzy, slow to process. “Hm?”

Bakugou lifts a hand, cups the nape of your neck. His thumb glides against your skin, distracting. All you want is for him to keep kissing you. 

“Said we needa slow down.” 

“No,” you say immediately, and he snorts, lips curving. 

He disentangles himself from you, and the sudden space between you leaves you feeling bereft, adrift. 

He stands, completely unselfconscious despite his nudity and visible arousal, and steps out of the water. You watch as he walks over to where you’ve hung your robe and returns to the edge of the bath. He holds the robe open.

“Let’s go inside,” he says. “You've been in there too long.”

Leaving the bath feels a little like Bakugou’s broken a spell that’d fallen over the two of you. You’re not sure what’s going to happen next, and it makes you a little anxious. 

But he’s right. You’ve been in here too long, and you’re a little lightheaded from the heat. 

With a quiet thanks, you step into the robe, the cloth immediately clinging to your damp skin. As you tie it closed, he rubs his lower half down with his discarded shirt and picks up the pants he wore to sleep, puts them on. Then he opens the sliding door, nudges you inside. He heads to the kitchen area. 

You stand there for a second, unsure of what to do with yourself. You wish you knew what he’s thinking. 

“Hey, c’mere. Drink this.” Bakugou returns with a water bottle in his hand. He gives it to you, then corrals you towards one of the beds. “Sit down, you’re swaying like you’re a damn penguin.”

This startles a laugh out of you, and you shake your head, twisting the water bottle open and taking a drink. Bakugou sits next to you, close, legs pressing against each other. He’s still shirtless, a couple drops of water still dripping down his torso here and there. 

You like him so much. You inhale. 

“I’ve liked you since we were teenagers, though I don’t think you noticed,” you say, avoiding his eyes. Your heart is racing. “I don’t think we’re moving too fast if you don’t.” 

Bakugou snorts. “I noticed.”

You turn your head sharply to stare at him for a moment. He gives you one of his mean little grins that has you feeling warm, self-conscious, because it makes him so boyishly handsome.

Groaning, you cover your face with your hands. “Can you just… find someone with a memory quirk and erase all your memories of me back then? Thanks. It was a super embarrassing time of my life.”

Bakugou takes your wrists in his hands, pushing them down so he can see you unhindered. He leans forward and kisses the side of your head, your ear. 

“You saying it was embarrassing, liking me?” he rumbles against you. You shiver. 

“The way I went about liking you was,” you mutter. He snickers, and you shove him. 

After a halting moment, you ask, “Umm… So I thought you barely knew I existed, before this weekend. What…?”

You’re not sure how to finish your sentence. And you hate yourself a little for bringing this up, for potentially killing the mood. But you have to know if this is just a casual thing or—or something else. You don’t know what you’ll do with the answer, but. You want to know. 

He looks at you for a long moment, considering. 

“Only thing I cared about while I was at UA was being the best,” he says, at last. “After the war—I knew I needed to be stronger, to be strong enough. So much shit needed to change. Didn’t have much use for dating.”

“Right,” you say quietly. The years after the war were hard for Japan. So many systems were dismantled and built anew. Some older heroes lost their faith in what they did; the younger ones struggled with the trauma of what they’d lived through. Everyone, hero or not, had to rebuild their lives.

You understand. And Bakugou’s always been so driven and focused with anything he puts his mind to. He’s been instrumental in shaping what this new generation of heroes looks like. 

Bakugou reaches over, puts a hand on your thigh. Even over the cloth of the robe, his warmth reaches your skin. He doesn’t do anything more, just rests it there. Distracting. Sending goosebumps across your body. 

“You were always around, these past couple of years. Hangin’ around Soy Sauce Face and his girl. But you were always fucking running away. What the hell was up with that?” 

Bakugou scowls at you, squeezing your leg a little, and your mind scatters. It takes a moment to gather yourself and process what he’s asked. When you do, you frown. 

“What do you mean, I was always running away?”

“You tell me,” Bakugou growls. 

When you continue to look mystified, Bakugou’s scowl deepens. 

“Whenever I tried to talk to you, you’d scurry away, like a little mouse,” he says. “Didn’t even get to say shit before you’d be gone, hiding behind Tape Head or his girl.” 

As he talks, puzzle pieces begin to fit together in your head. 

When you’d see him at get-togethers, you’d always worried about how you’d come across to him—that he’d be able to tell your crush on him had endured, that it’d become more. So maybe you overcompensated a little. You tried to play it cool, super disinterested in prolonged engagement, and when you could… maybe you did avoid him a little. 

You didn’t realize he’d notice, let alone be bothered by it. 

“Oh,” is all you can manage. 

He narrows his eyes at you. “S’only here that I’ve been able to really talk to you. No Soy Sauce Face. No Soy Sauce girlfriend.”

“Sorry,” you tell him, meek. “I… I’m gonna die, this is so embarrassing.”

You look up at the ceiling to avoid looking at him. “I was trying to keep my distance because this dumb crush on you never went away. And you were obviously not interested, so I wanted to be respectful. Sorry I made things weird instead.”

Realization hits you, and you turn your head to him. “Wait, so—you are… interested…?” 

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “You think I was going to all these dumb hangouts this past year just because I wanted to be there?” 

Oh. Oh. 

You’re not sure what he sees in your face, but he barks out a laugh. He reaches over and takes your face in his hand, squeezes so that your lips and cheeks puff out. 

“For someone so smart, you can be a dumbass, huh,” he says, and his tone is so warm that you don’t even mind. 

You wriggle out of his grip. He lets you, watching you. Your hand drops to your robe’s tie. You undo it. It loosens on your frame. 

You take one of his hands and slip it under the robe, sliding his hand across your skin. The motion bares you to his eyes as the robe falls open. 

“Not moving too fast,” you tell him, and his gaze is so heated, you feel like you’re burning up. 

Bakugou leans forward and kisses you hard. You open up for him immediately, letting his tongue dart in and tangle with yours. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck as you press closer. He shifts so that his body covers yours, and he slowly tilts you back so that you’re lying across the bed.

You love the feeling of his weight on you. You arch up to put pressure against his cock, steadily hardening, and he grunts against your mouth, grinding down onto you in an instinctive motion. 

When you part for breath, he mouths at your neck, biting gently. You squirm, can only clutch at his back. 

“Bakugou,” you say, and his name’s half air.

“S’Katsuki,” he tells you as his lips travel down your body. He takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks. His hand comes up to tease the other one, squeezing, groping your chest. Your legs tighten around his waist, grinding against his bare abdomen, seeking friction to soothe the heat in your sex. 

Bakugou pins you, stopping any motion. He lifts himself up a little, and you whine. 

His gaze drops to your lips, kiss-swollen. His eyes warm, go half-lidded. “Y’hear me? Say it.” 

“Hmm?” You’re so far gone, turned on out of your mind. You just want him inside of you.

You try to press against him, but he pins you with hands on your hips. 

“It’s Katsuki to you,” he says, and you shiver. You put your hands on either side of his face. 

“Katsuki, please,” you say, and you only get a glimpse of his curved lips before they’re on yours again, swallowing you up. 

He gets you fully out of the robe, tosses it aside somewhere. When you wordlessly push at his pants, he takes those off too. 

Skin to skin friction has the both of you so worked up. He’s so hard against you. You want to touch him, so you do, hand wrapping around him and stroking the silky skin. 

He groans, and you’re on fire. 

But Bakugou grips your wrist, stops your caress. He repositions your arms so that your hands are up by your head. 

“You keep them there,” he tells you as he moves down your body, and before you can ask why, his fingers are grazing over your clit, thumbing at it. 

You arch, gasping, and he teases his fingers over your slit, feels how wet you are. He massages slow circles into your clit, and you’re clenching inside, wanting. 

“Please,” you say, throwing an arm over your face, overwhelmed. Bakugou huffs a laugh against your abdomen, pressing a kiss there. He pushes a finger inside you, stretching you. He’s gentle, going slow and paying close attention to your reactions to see if anything hurts.

But he’s going too slow—it’s not enough. 

“More,” you tell him. “It’s okay, more.” 

So he adds another finger, and your pussy flutters around him as he begins to loosen you up, pumping them in and out, curling them when they’re inside you. You’re so slick that your sex makes a filthy wet sound as he plays with you. 

“Fuck,” you say, mind splitting apart. You kiss him, messy, and he just feels so good. It’s such a pleasurable stretch when he adds a third finger. 

When he takes all of his fingers out, your body chases him, arching. You’re so close. 

“Katsuki,” you begin, just as he puts his mouth on your clit and sucks. 

Your entire body shudders, and he licks up and down your slit, tongue dipping inside you. Your hips begin to undulate as you begin to peak, your hands gripping the sheets on either side of you. 

You come as his tongue flicks at your clit, gasping your pleasure. 

He wraps a big hand around your waist as you ride it out, mouthing at your inner thighs. 

You’re breathing hard, little shivers going through you in tiny aftershocks. Bakugou comes back up the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You immediately turn your head for a kiss, tasting yourself on him. 

His cock’s still so hard, pressed against your leg, your ass. You’re not done yet. You want to make him feel good. 

You reach down and take him in hand. It’s so big with how turned on he is, just from giving you pleasure, and it twitches in your grasp. His hips jerk, searching for relief. 

“Want you inside,” you tell him, and his eyes are searing. 

You shift so that you’re on top of him, pussy pressed against the line of his dick. He’s throbbing against you, and it’s a little mean, but you grind your hips down on him, moving so that he slides up and down your slit. The tip of his cock slips over your entrance over and over again, pushing in a little but not quite. 

Bakugou grips your waist with two hands to halt you. You bite your lip to hide a smile. 

“Brat,” he growls, dangerous.

In answer, you take him in your hand and position the tip of his dick right at your entrance and slowly sink down. 

His eyes drop to watch his cock enter you, inch by inch, and his grip on you is nearly bruising, fingers indenting your skin. You’re still sensitive, clenching around him, but you’re taking him so easy because you’re still wet from your orgasm. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Bakugou says, and he says it so low, guttural, that you tighten around him. The look on his face is working you up; it’s an intoxicating expression of desire.

You begin moving, lifting up and down on his cock. His eyes are cloudy with want as he watches you on top of him, you with your tits bouncing. He reaches up to cup your breast. Leaning forward, you kiss him, and his answer is hungry as your pace quickens. You pant into his mouth. 

But you think maybe you’re not going fast enough for him. He’s careful with you, but looking down at him, you can tell he’s holding back. 

So you stop, lift up off of him, let him slip out of you.

“Whatever you want,” you tell him, and his next movements are so fast.

Bakugou lifts you up off of him and presses you back into the bed. He takes your legs, spreads them so they’re straddling his hips, and he’s back inside of you with a hard thrust. Gripping your waist, he chases his pleasure, slamming his cock in you over and over again.

The sudden intense friction against your walls has you climbing that peak again, and you clutch at his back. As if sensing it, he slips a hand down between the two of you to massage circles into your clit. He catches your moan in his mouth. 

“Katsuki,” you say, just as you begin convulsing around him, feverish, nails digging into his skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so—” he growls as you continue to tense up around him, fluttering, and then he’s following you over. You can feel his warmth as he comes in you, his big body coming to rest against yours. He kisses the side of your head, your forehead, your mouth. You smile against him. 

Sleep comes for the both of you, for a while. You’re not sure if it’s been minutes or hours when you come to, but when you do, soft morning light floods the room. 

You jolt up in a panic. Looking around, you search for your phone. You move to get out of bed when you don’t immediately find it. 

“Where the hell’re you going,” Bakugou grumbles. He throws an arm over your waist and mouths at your hip.

“We gotta get packing, Katsuki,” you say, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. “Or at least I do! I’m checking out this morning.”

“Stay another day,” he says, voice a little growly and his eyes closed, and you stop. “I know you’ve got a shit ton of leave saved up.”

“And how would you know that?” you ask. You put your hand on his head, thread it through his blond hair.

“Tape Head said you haven’t taken off in forever,” he says. 

Bakugou opens his eyes, looks up at you. He presses a kiss against your skin. Bites you gently. 

“Stay with me,” he tells you.

And what else can you say but yes?

Final Notes: And we're done! Thank you all of you for following this little labor of love to its conclusion. 💖 Bakugou's birthday fic's finally completed, over a month after the fact.

A couple things! Some of you caught on to the fact that Bakugou being at this onsen ryokan at the same time as reader was a little fishy—you were so right. Sero, Kirishima, and Kaminari gifted Bakugou the reservation for his birthday, knowing that you would be there with Rie, knowing Bakugou's been interested in you for a while now. (Bakugou knew something was up immediately after he saw you at the ryokan.) Rie having to leave was purely coincidental, but it turned out to be a happy coincidence!

(I love you guys; the comments you left last chapter and the conversation you guys were having with each other made me laugh.)

The location for the hike is based off Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park, specifically the Mount Amagi hikes, with a lot of creative liberty taken.

I think the only Japanese used here was a mention of onigiri, which are rice balls with a seaweed wrapping with various fillings inside.

Once again, thank you for reading! All your likes, reblogs, comments—I appreciate them so much. Hugs and kisses, and until next time! ✨💞

Tag List: @blairbellerose @yeehawgiddyup13 @reads-stuff-quietly @surprisemodafakas @scarlett-witchh @queenpiranhadon @sleepyyhabii @j-pendragonx @bakunianadecorazon @dreamingoftomorrow @nonamebbsblog @gina239 @seabass17 @dynakats @I-bozo-I @humblechumbble @universal-s1ut @sweetblueworm @kukikoooo @liluvtojineteyam @nemisimp @bkgnotsuma @poemzcheng @farrowroyale @simp-plague @dreamingoftomorrow @mystic60 @k0z3me @buzzyandbadatmath @anicaaa67 @icedemon1314 @lovra974 @andyetshewrote @frostbez @mo0nforme @mrsjna @pinkpurpledreams

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spirk fic recs

to mark this blog hitting 125,000 posts I thought I'd throw together a fic rec post of some of my favorite spirk fics! There are so many recommendations I could make, but I tried to recommend ones I don't see recommended as often. Fics are included under the read-more, enjoy!

TOS:

These Hands, If Not Gods by greenforsnow (Explicit, 18,200 words). A post-Amok Time fic where Spock is still experiencing plak tow symptoms, and Jim does his best to help Spock out. One of the first spirk fics I read, and I am such a fan of how Jim is written in this fic. One of my favorite takes on TOS spirk, it's an all-time fave

It's Only Art (if it makes you feel something) by Wrath_of_Bones (Teen and up, 24,231 words). I thought the ending of this fic was really lovely. Jim tries to figure out who's been painting a series of paintings that have been appearing in the art studio on the ship. SO much pining. Perched in the Soul by Betazoa (Explicit, 12,847 words). During an away mission, Spock accidentally bonds them together in an attempt to save Jim's life. There is SO much pining and sexual tension in this fic as they struggle to try and keep things platonic despite the bond needing to be consummated.

The Bond by TheVulcanBobDylan (Explicit, 12,371 words). A post-Amok Time smut & hurt/comfort fic. I really enjoyed the characterization of everyone in this, and there are some moments that really tugged at my heartstrings - Spock has so much anxiety about bonding with Jim, and the feelings Jim feels are incredibly human, so real and complicated. So good.

TOS Movies:

Shakedown Cruise by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) (Explicit, 23,122 words). This fic has a lot of pining and yearning, all as a result of Spock still missing memories following the fal-tor-pan. Jim longs for Spock to remember, missing the relationship he and Spock used to have. Jim feels a lot of hurt; Spock may be alive again, but Spock is still remembering how to be himself. So, so good.

AOS:

And Then I Let It Go by kianspo (Explicit, 10,632 words). The most popular fic on this list. Post-Star Trek Beyond. The crew has a bit of time on their hands as they wait for the new ship to be constructed. During that time, Spock up and leaves, cutting off all communication, and Jim tracks him down. I really love how this fic explores the post-Beyond version of these characters and what they've all just been through.

kuv kath-vuk fator by AgentStannerShipper (Explicit, 56,475 words). An AOS take on Spock's pon farr. So much smut at the end, really need to underline the explict rating and the tags on this one. This fic also has some good Nyota & Jim friendship content that, let's be honest, is lacking in a lot of trek fic. Jim works with Nyota to learn some Vulcan because he's nosy and is trying to figure out why Spock is requesting medical leave (spoiler alert: it's pon farr), and by the end of the fic, him having put in the time to learn the language pays off and makes the final part of the fic super satisfying. Check the tags on this one to see if it's right for you.

Weekend Lover by ValiantBarnes (Cimila) (Explicit, 30,016 words). Academy-era. AU where they have a one night stand in Riverside, and while Jim expects to never see Spock again, once he runs into him in San Francisco, they start hooking up again. Check the tags; the smut in this story is really what's pushing the plot here. Intense and really good, I'm a big fan of the ending to this one, I've read it multiple times.

SNW:

The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr (Mature, 27,227 words). I've reread this fic at least four times already since it was published last year. This fic nails Strange New Worlds Jim despite us having him for only an episode, and it's such an entertaining AU: Espionage with Jim as a spy whose path keeps interweaving with the Enterprise and its crew. Jim gets exposed to some radiation that won't let him fall asleep but sleep is required for the radiation to leave his system - this is where Spock steps in to help Jim sleep via a meld. I find something new I love about this fic every time I read it. Additionally, there's some fantastic "crew as family" content, and it explores the family dynamics between Jim and Sam, too. It's such a well-constructed fic, cannot recommend enough.

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Fandom Friday, 08/23: Fanfiction

Hello again, everyone...and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before I forget, there are just two little reminders I'd like to drop here:

First, in order to have as many examples I can gather from as many facets of the fandom I can draw from and still fit the ten-link limit...I've made the executive decision to do this every two weeks, even if just to give you all as complete an experience as I can.

And second, if there's anybody not on the tag list who ends up liking this series of posts two times in a row...well, I might be tagging you in a few questionnaire posts later this weekend, as I'll be double-checking people's interests in pursuing stuff like this, or not.

Anyways...before I ramble on or delay any further, here are my fanfiction picks of the week!

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @clone-anon:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @welcometo79s:

REPUBLIC COMMANDO

Republic Commando Fanfiction--By @nocturius8015ficore:

Republic Commando Fanfiction--By @vodika-vibes:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @momojedi:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @zahmaddog:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @deadlynavigation:

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @m-musings:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every two weeks, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, good morning, and good luck.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

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9 "Older" Lan Zhan WangXian Fics

Another rec list created for @yiling-laozu-is-loml but everyone pls enjoy!

Note: all of these fics are tried and true; meaning I have vetted, read, and cherish all of them.

There were some specific requests for WangXian fics featuring "older" Lan Zhan (I also added a little extra allowance).

Request parameters:

Must feature WangXian ONLY

bottomXian only (If applicable)

Book canon only (if applicable)

Can include: age difference as little as a year up to lifetimes.

Can include: age difference for reals but also in spirit (ex: Accidental Sugar Daddy Lan Zhan, intentional Sugar Daddy Lan Zhan, gratuitous usage of gege, immortal Lan Zhan)

Can also include: (if there isn't much of an age difference) a power differences in which the power difference is in Lan Zhan's favour (ex: employer/employee or professor/student)

I have a little mix of all of the above in the fics below.

If you'd like a personalized rec list- feel free to DM me! I love putting these together.

1 We Were Never Strangers (36728 words) by NeverEnoughWangxian

Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Cultivators, POV Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, (mostly), College Student Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Rogue Cultivator Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Immortal Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Immortal Lan Yuan | Lan Sizhui, Dreams, Pining, Sharing a Bed, brief mentions of wwx's past death(s), WangXian.mp3, Getting Together, I guess getting back together technically, Happy Ending, No beta we die like wwx, added tags for last chapter:, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Hand Jobs, Biting Summary: The dream shifts. They’re back home now, tangled up in bed, buried under a mountain of blankets and, at least in Wei Ying’s case, sore in all the ways he doesn’t mind being sore in. His husband is radiating warmth, and Wei Ying burrows into his arms happily. He presses his still-freezing toes to his husband’s calves and muffles a snort of laughter against Lan Zhan’s chest when he feels the muscles tense momentarily from the shock. Lan Zhan nips at his ear in retaliation but continues to run his fingers soothingly through Wei Ying’s hair. He melts into the touch. The only thing keeping him from turning into a puddle is the strong familiar arms around him, holding him together, holding him close. When Wei Ying wakes up, he’s full-body shivering. His hand slides across the bed, reaching instinctively for the warmth of someone who was never there to begin with. Wei Ying is an art major by day, cultivator by night. After a seemingly routine night-hunt, he starts getting these strange, vivid dreams of a man in white he’s never met before yet somehow feels like he’s known his whole life…

NOTES: Starting this list off with a bang- soulmate AU, reincarnated WY, and an immortal Lan Zhan who is really just out here living to find his man. I love this one so much because it has such good descriptions of WY's past experiences with Lan Zhan. I love the art imagery and WY being an artist. This was just a fantastic fic with a solid ending.

2 Professor Lan, Babysitter Extraordinaire (4367 words) by Eleanor_Fenyx

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Fluff, Single Parent Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, professor lan wangji, Mature Student Wei Wuxian, background 3zun, Really just wanted an excuse to write baby a-yuan and LWJ bonding, Modern AU Series: Part 3 of Wangxian One-Shots Summary: “He’s got snacks and his sketchbook and a couple of quiet toys in there, and he can go to the bathroom by himself if you take him to it, and he likes to ask questions in new places, and-“ “Wei Ying.” “Right! Okay! God this is so weird. A-Yuan this is Lan-laoshi, be good for him please, he’s very nice. I’ll come pick you up as soon as I’m done, okay?” “Okay Baba,” A-Yuan says and then - so quickly it’s a surprise that his passing doesn’t make an audible swishing noise like a cartoon - Wei Wuxian darts into the lecture hall, leaving Lan Wangji alone with the scruffy bag and the not-nearly-as-scruffy toddler. Lan Wangji looks down at the boy, who looks back up at him, and he’s still far too adorable for his own good. “Your father is perhaps too trusting,” Lan Wangji remarks. A-Yuan seems to consider this for a long moment before he nods resolutely in a way that tells Lan Wangji he has no idea what he means. “May I carry you?” A-Yuan is quick to let go of his leg to reach up instead, so Lan Wangji reaches down to pick him up under his arms and hoist him onto his hip where he settles heavily like a sentient sack of potatoes.

NOTES: This fic is tooth rot sweet. The speed in which Lan Zhan goes from "kids- indifference" to "I WILL adopt this child and his father" is staggering. It's very short, very cute, and mostly not WangXian but end game wangxian and an excellent cleanser of a fic.

3 running around, chasing each other on the rooftops of China (53898 words) by Verity

Chapters: 5/5 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Fox Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Immortal Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Mystery, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji and Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Have a Breeding Kink, Female Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, But only for like a chapter and then he gets stuck as a fox, Uhhhhhh this was only supposed to be 15k, Help me i dont know why it keeps expanding Summary: Wei Wuxian, like every other person living in the dazzling era of technology and the modern age, knows that there's a hidden world tucked between society. It reeks of magic, wonder, horror, and everything in between, hidden in the shadows unless one dares to look. If one chooses not to see, they will never find a single hint that something different is amiss. As someone enamored with smartphones and laptops, Wei Wuxian never thought he would stumble upon the mystical. Until one day, his landlord couldn't see him. Or: Wei Wuxian dives headfirst into a shadowy world of magic, where he falls for a mythical figure and discovers a forgotten past.

NOTES: I honestly didn't expect to like this fic as much as I did- I was warry of the tag "Female Wei Ying" as it's not my speed usually BUT it ended up being a solid fic. I do love Foxxian fics and that paired with an eclectic hotel of magical beings ended up becoming sneakily endearing. This fic also has a solid "thawing ice prince/cunning fox" dynamic that is perfection.

4 Be around for the next day (10996 words) by Song_of_Storms

Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, New York City, Bisexual Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Top Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Bottom Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Mentions of WWX plus others, Slutty Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Trans Nie Huaisang, short king NHS, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji Talks Dirty Summary: Wei Ying owns a lucky red leather jacket that’s gotten him laid countless times. When he wears it out, someone’s going home with him. He doesn’t care who. He’s not picky. What matters is the jacket works, every time. Then he meets Lan Zhan. [Or, the leather jacket AU.]

Notes: So full disclosure this fic doesn't really have an age difference? maybe it does? unclear -BUT the dynamic between the two gives off very much that. It is filthy but also cute. Intentional bachelor WY has something coming for his sworn oath of singledom named Lan Zhan. Also- this fic features leather jackets!

5 All Old Things are New Again (51656 words) by The Feels Whale

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Modern Setting, canon still happened, extreme post canon, Sugar Daddy, Kink Negotiation, gentle dom!LWJ, canonical levels of consent play, Modern Cultivators, cultivators can recognize important people from previous lives, vaguely, this started out as a cute sugar fantasy and got just incredibly horny very fast, blame LWJ Series: Part 1 of All Old Things Are New Again Summary: Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue. Conversely: Immortal Cultivator Lan Wangji has been waiting a long time for his deceased husband to be reincarnated again. In retrospect, he should have anticipated that this is how it would go.

NOTES: What do you do when you, an immortal, finally find your reincarnated soulmate on a cam site. Obviously- become their secret sugar daddy. The premise of this is wild but it's a good vibe. I do love when Lan Zhan is READY to rescue his man.

6 A Sure Thing (40280 words) by ElDiablito_SF

Chapters: 7/7 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Pretty Woman Fusion, Prostitution, Unsafe Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, You'd think this would be wild and kinky, but actually they're soft and gross, past Zhancheng and they're still friends, Prostitute!WWX, rich asshole!LWJ, fashion bitch!LWJ, Shoe Porn, background attempted Xiyao, Drinking to Cope, physical assault, Villain JGY, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of Pretty Woman AU Summary: Lan Wangji's business trip isn't going very well. On top of it all, his fiancé dumps him, leaving him without a date to all the boring social functions he's expected to attend. Luckily the rentboy he accidentally picks up while stopping for directions seems to be the answer to at least his temporary problems. Yes, this is the Wangxian Pretty Woman AU.

NOTES: Okay I will state that this fic is very crackish but it was so good. The pretty Woman AU ft sex worker WY and sugar daddy divorcee and absolute BITCH Lan Zhan. Okay I believe there is mention of Lan Zhan's ex but it clearly is not a love match at all and so wildly ridiculous that it didn't phase me (it is NOT a pairing I ever read or seek out either), so I hope that doesn't ruin this fic for you @yiling-laozu-is-loml.

7 Players gonna play (68541 words) by Scrippio

Chapters: 6/6 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - After College/University, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Theater AU, Kinda, Director Wei Ying, Faculty advisor Lan Zhan, grad student Jiang Cheng, Baker Yànlí, grad student Wen Qing, for all intents and purposes, wanxian are in a teaching au, chengqing is in a school au, and xuanli is in a bakery au, Fluff, First Meeting, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Depression, but like coming out of it, No beta we die like wwx Summary: In which the Gusu University theater club is looking for a new beginning, starting with a new faculty advisor (Lan Zhan) and a new director (Wei Ying).

NOTES: This is one of the fics in which there isnt an age difference really, but Lan Zhan is technically WY's boss so that dynamic comes to play here. This fic is so damn wholesome. It has the junior squad, a bit of college au, brilliant WY, and Lan Qiren wishing none of these things ever came to pass (affectionately). A very wholesome adorable fluffy fic.

8 Overboard (51434 words) by celerydragon

Chapters: 11/11 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Misunderstandings, Temporary Amnesia, Comedy, hopefully-freeform, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship Summary: Wei Ying, carpenter and single parent (he's doing FINE!) goes in for a repair job on a fancy yacht. After the rich-bitch owner of the yacht falls overboard and loses his memory, Wei Ying completely honourably, and with zero ill intentions, swoops in to save the day by lying about their relationship. There's no way this could go wrong.   (based on the 1987 movie)

NOTES: In which Wey Ying (idiot and carpenter) sort of kind of kid naps rich bitch lan zhan post a boating accident and convinces him (badly and not really) that they are in fact married. This is less age difference and more sugar daddy/gege energy BUT if you liked the film overboard, this is even better. Please watch while WY simultaneously sweats and falls in love with the man and hot mess he's created.

9 sunstruck (64376 words) by vesna

Chapters: 8/8 Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, what lan wangji did on his summer vacation, Background LXC/NMJ Summary: Lan Zhan nods as the boat nears the dock and the figure becomes clearer. It's a young man with dark hair down to his shoulders and a wide smile. He is also Asian, and as he turns his gaze to Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan finds himself robbed of breath for the second time that day. The young man is beautiful. He could, Lan Zhan thinks, be Lan Zhan's age, possibly a bit younger. He's tan, wearing a bright pink shirt with the restaurant logo on it, and cargo shorts. He has a small mole under his lower lip. "Hey, guys!" he greets with a wave. "Need a hand?" "Yes, please, if you don't mind," Lan Huan shouts back. He gets up and begins the preparations for docking, handing the young man several ropes. "Thank you, Wei Ying." Wei Ying. That's the boy's name.

NOTES: Lan Zhan has a summer he will never forget and falls for the Hot Boy working at the restaurant. There is a very slight age difference but mostly this is a status difference fic- Lan Zhan has big money money and is technically a customer so the dynamic is there. Anyways- solid fic, good ending :)

[chuuyasheaven]

HAPPY 1k FOLLOWERS !!

Rules!!

ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!

1st: This is a different Event! 

All of the fics will be based off songs from my playlist! 

(MUSIC IS THERAPEUTIC!)

I will interpret the meaning and kinky them up and stuff!

You’ll be able to choose which character would fit the best with it! Most likely, it won’t be easy to choose so I’ll be making two versions with different characters each.

2nd: Here’s my no-no list!

M*ri and any minors 

S3xual assault / R@pe

Any weird kinks (p1ss, sc@t, vom1t, hardcore stuff, etc.)

3rd: This is a nsfw Event only, but maybe, I’ll open up a sfw one after!

4th: Here’s my character list!

Chuuya Nakahara

Dazai Osamu

PM! Dazai Osamu (18 ofc)

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

Fyodor Dostoevsky 

Nikolai Gogol

Ranpo Edogawa

Edgar Allen Poe

Tetchou Suehiro

Jouno Saigiku

Fukuzawa Yukichi

(THREE NEW CHARACTERS!)

5th: Requesting should go like this;

"Hi! I personally think that day four would really fit with Dazai! Could I request him with a afab!Reader please?" 

And to make it better, I will genderbend SOME characters! But only for fem!/afab!Reader tho!

Also mention what gender the reader should be: fem!/afab!/gn!/amab!Reader (trying amab! too!)

6th: Please be patient. 

Lately things have been fucking with me, so I may be a little slower or even take breaks! Writersblock can appear any time.

7th: Au's will and can be included, example; College!Au, Modern!Au, etc.

1st day: 

"I just wanna ride, get high in the moonlight.."

— You and your partner went out on a date, sitting in their car, you guys got heated while enjoying the moonlight..

Tags: making out, car sex,modern!au, soft sex, praise kink, pet names, etc.

2nd day:

"He had a cigarette with his number on it, (and) gave it over to me.."

— You boss called you to their office, wanting to 'talk' with you. But no need to worry, they just want to reward you for being good!

Tags: office!/normal!au, Office sex, teasing?, praise kink, pet names, etc.

3rd day:

"I hope, you’re ready, for what I’m about to do.."

—  You/Your Partner notice your/they’re kinda feeling low today, so you/they decide to cheer them/you up a little!

Tags: Oral sex, normal!au, praise kink/degradation kink, pet names, stress relief, etc.

4th day:

"He tore my clothes right off, he ate my heart and then he ate my brain.."

— A incubus, who was in a need of energy, needed you, really bad. So you let him fill you up!

Tags: Monster fucking?, incubus!au, praise/degrading kink, breeding kink, petnames, rough sex, cream pie, overstimulation, etc.

5th day:

"I’m gonna fuck you up, fuck you until you ask me for more.."

— You went out to a party with your partner, but someone tried flirting with you! So they got a little jelly!

Tags: Jealous sex, normal/modern!au, rough sex, praise/degrading kink, teasing, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

6th day:

"Buckle up, tonight I’m gonna give it to you stronger. Heads up, we can go a little longer.."

— During 'it', you got a little carried away. You needed to cum, so you got a little rougher, which made them get more submissive..

Tags: Switch!Character, normal!au, fingering, teasing, taking control, hickeys, overstimulation, petnames, etc.

7th day: 

"You’re dangerous, I’m loving it.." 

—  Your Partner/You are known to be the most dangerous person to Yokohama, but still, they/you can’t resist you/them..

Tags: Normal!au, marking, overstimulation?,slight breeding(?), petnames,  etc.

8th day: 

"As you recall, you know I love to show off.."

— Your Partner loves you very much, and they make sure you and everyone else knows, by showing you off. Bringing you gifts, kisses, cuddles and most importantly, making you feel good!

Tags: Modern!/Normal!au, passionate sex, overstimulation?, praising kink, foreplay, pet names, etc.

9th day: 

"'Cause I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl.." 

— Now the tables turned; someone was flirting with your partner?! You can’t help but feel jealous. You can decide, they could make you theirs or you’ll make them yours!

Tags: Jealous sex (2nd), modern!/normal!au, praising kink, pet names, overstimulation, teasing, etc.

10th day:

"Treat me like a slut, little bitch who loves to fuck.."

— You and your partner didn’t do it for a while, which had you sexually frustrated. So you were a brat, and how do you tame one? Easy, you fuck ‘em into oblivion!

Tags: Brat taming, rough sex, overstimulation/edging (u decide), (loving/degrading) pet names, etc.

Also, if you have any song-fic ideas feel free to request! 

Maybe smth like this;

"So, I had a idea for another song fic! The song "she’s so nice" by nice guy where the reader is like really nice but (character) fucks them really rough and calls them their slut? Also the reader's an afab?"

(Yes, mention what gender you want)

So can’t wait for your requests!! :3

Again, we’ve come so far! I can’t believe I have 1k People who like my works, so thank you all so much!!

[waterfallofspace]

A Little Game, A Lot Of Torture. 

The one in which G/ojo has been a bit of a (loveable) prick, so his friends decide to hold a little contest to see who can get him back the best. Contest rules? Whoever makes him sneeze the most in one attempt wins, you can’t get his help, you can only use one method. Let the games begin! (Do I have requests I should be working on instead? Yes. Was this idea haunting my every waking hour until I finally agreed to write it? Also yes. I promise I’ll get back to requests tomorrow &lt;;3) Takes a minute to get into heavy snz stuff, but hopefully it's still enjoyable! (credits to @snzdreams for the breathtaking headcanon that even talking about sneezing gets G/ojo going, and I hope it’s okay that I borrowed your genius to use in this <3 and doubly hope it's okay that I tagged you in it <33) Also I want to clarify: while they were all in the same class in highschool, this is set post-graduation, imagining a future where they all still hang out. (AU technically I guess haha~) Just making it clear, everyone in this story is meant to be an adult. Picture early 20’s. Characters: G/eto, S/hoko, and G/ojo. Plus a bit of S/atosugu Word Count: 4.1k (whoops-)

(References to swearing in case anyone doesn't like that!)

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The rules were agreed upon the day before, Geto insisting that they needed to be clear.

Rule #1: You only get one attempt. If you fail, or he manages to avoid/subdue the attempt, it’s over. You don’t get a second try. If you get subpar results, same as before, no second tries. Amendment added by Shoko: number of sneezes only counts from the first couple minutes. If said attempt results in sneezing for the rest of the day, those are not to be counted.

Rule #2: Gojo is not to be informed of this, or asked for assistance of any kind. You cannot ask him for a list of what makes him most sneezy, you must use your knowledge of him to come up with your own methodology. 

And finally, Rule #3: You can only use one method. Said ‘method’ can include multiple inducing tools, so long as they’re considered one ‘attempt’. Ie. Multiple scented candles at once, or a bouquet of flowers are both considered one method. However, flowers and candles at the same time would be considered two. Amendment added by Geto: Helping him along with words doesn’t count as a method, and is therefore fair play. 

With those in place, Geto and Shoko got to work, each with an idea in mind. 

In order to not taint results the attempts will be held three days apart to give Gojo’s nose time to get back to baseline before the next attempt begins. Shoko is up first. Let the games begin! 

~~ Shoko’s Attempt ~~

‘I’m at a disadvantage. I know Gojo, he’s my friend, they both are, but I’ll never know him the way Geto does. He’ll always know more of Gojo’s quirks, especially since they’re so obviously in love. They both deny it, but the looks they share when they think no one can see tells a different story. If not dating, the feeling is at least mutual.’ 

Shoko pauses her musing, letting a smile take over as she waves to the boys, starting her approach with a hand in her bag. ‘Always together, even when I’m not around. I know they care for me, but the bond they share will always be one step deeper.’ Despite this, she has a plan. Earlier she wrote out a list of what she remembers Gojo showing reactions to in the past, eliminating anything less than a full attack. 

‘He’s quite sensitive, it doesn’t take much to set him off, but getting an actual fit from him is a touch more rare. Normally he has quite the exaggerated buildups, long and hitchy, which he makes a lot of noise about, but the actual sneezing is minimal. At least, compared to the results I’m looking for. No, I need something more than a simple sensitivity. If it was Geto I’d blow smoke in his face, but that’d only prompt a minor reaction out of Gojo.’ 

“Hiya Shoko, take a seat! Geto here was just sharing the mochi he bought!”

“I bought it for myself, you just stole half when my back was turned.” 

“Come on, we both know if you put something sweet in front of me I’m gonna eat it.” 

Shoko seats herself next to Gojo, sharing a glance with Geto when he’s distracted by the sweets once more. A darker tone dips into Gojo’s voice as he lets his sunglasses fall so Geto can see his eyes, a mischievous haze clouding them. 

“You knew the risks, now you pay the price.”

“The price being my mochi?”

“Exactly! Now you’re catching on~.”

With that, Gojo grabs another one, laughter bubbling out as Geto attempts, and fails, to smack his hand away. However, before he can pop it in his mouth, he freezes, hand inches from his face. His breath catches, nose twitching. Shoko finds Geto’s eyes darting over to her, and she offers a slight shake of the head. ‘Nope, not my attempt, this is all him.’ Geto starts to speak, eyes flickering back over to Gojo.

“You alri-” 

“heHh-! hah’adJSHhh’iew-! hep’gshh’iew-!”

“Blessings.” 

“Guhhh- thank you.”

Shoko takes her turn to speak, eager to ascertain any possible advantages. ‘If he’s sick his nose will be extra sensitive, and I may be able to cinch this win. Especially given Geto needing to wait three days, ideally the window of sensitivity will have passed.’ 

“Feeling okay?” 

“Indeed. This is just the price I must pay for being so talented- huEH’djZShh’uu-! I can't be perfect in every aspect, that would just be unfair!”

“Come again?”

Geto rolls his eyes, gesturing to the sky as he turns his gaze back to Shoko once more. Gojo meanwhile wipes a few tears from his cheeks, groaning lightly at the quickly increasing watery nature of his eyes. 

“He’s just allergic to the sun.” 

“I am not allergic- I’m just a tad sensitive to bright lights. Christ this is annoying.”

“Was the mochi really worth it?”

“Suguru Geto, don’t you talk like that! Mochi is always worth it!”

The eagerness has quickly faded out, Shoko letting an airy sigh press out between her pursed lips. ‘Right, I did know about this. I believe it’s called a photic sneeze response? He’s had it for as long as I’ve known him, though I believe he said it’s gotten worse the more he wears those glasses. Blocking out the light so much of the time only adds to his sensitivity when it inevitably breaks through. However, it causes very few sneezes, he said the main issue is his eyes watering.’

“If you touch the last piece I’m making you buy me a new one.”

“Aw- that’s not faiiiir!” 

“Boys, boys, let’s not fight. I have a better solution.”

With that, Shoko swipes the last piece, grinning at the complaints from the guys as she places it against her tongue, savouring the sweet taste. Her mind dips back to her plan as Gojo starts to whine about being hungry again. 

‘He’s incredibly sensitive, even the mention of sneezing is enough to get his nose itchy. Describing how much it must tickle is fair game, but on its own, pretty ineffective. He’s annoyingly good at holding back when he wants to be, so if he catches on that sneezing is what I want, he’ll do everything in his power not to. I just need him to think I’m teasing him for his reaction, can’t let him read deeper into my motives.’ 

“Shoko?” 

“Hm?”

Her name pulls her back into the conversation, both Geto and Gojo watching her closely, a lopsided grin spreading across Gojo’s mouth. ‘Oh, I’m going to enjoy wiping that smug look off his pretty-boy face.’  Gojo speaks up again, Geto’s eyes following her movements as she casually lets her hand dip back into her bag. 

“I was asking if you’d want to come with us to the mall, DiverCity specifically? I’ve been craving chocolates that they sell at one of the stores for days.” 

“Funny you mention it, I was just thinking about that place earlier. I’d love to come, but I have an assignment. Next time though, yeah?”

“Aw fiiiine, but Geto, you’re still coming, right?”

“Sure, why not. I could use a few things.” 

Shoko tunes out again, hand tightening around a bottle as she lets a smirk spread across her face. ‘Funny he mentions the mall, seeing as that’s exactly where I got my method from.’ The last time they’d gone together she’d been showing him around a store he’d never been to before. It specializes in calming methods, and given how stressful being a Jujutsu sorcerer can be, she finds herself drawn there often.

An employee next to them had been showing a few people a new pillow spray, and as soon as they’d spritzed it, Gojo had been bent over into his arm with a rapid fit. She’d had to drag him out of the store. ‘Quite embarrassing at the time, especially given how whiny he can get during an attack, but now? Now I’ll get to use that spray to get payback.’ 

“Hey, Gojo.”

She cuts into their conversation with ease, used to interrupting them. ‘With those two, someone is always talking. If you wait for a pause, you’ll never get a word in.’ Gojo turns to her with a curious look, across the blanket Geto mimics it, a hint of something deeper flashing through his eyes. She gives him a quick nod, smirk quickly spreading across his face as he attempts to cover it. 

“You know how I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping recently? I found a new spray that has been really helping. I thought you might want to have a look at it, I know you sometimes struggle with insomnia too.”

“Oh, that’s kind of you, yeah show me- show me- show me!” 

‘Kind isn’t quite the word I’d use, but I appreciate your excitement anyways.’ Pulling it from her bag, she’s unsurprised at the lack of recognition in his eyes. He’s never been one for cataloging irrelevant information, and for some reason he’d decided keeping a list of everything that sets him off was irrelevant.

Taking off the cap, she gives him an open smile, before spraying it right in front of his face. ‘Can’t risk actually hitting him, that would be too suspicious, but I want it to get as close to his nose as possible.’ The result, much to her delight, is instantaneous. 

“hhaHhHH-! Wh- whAhht- what kind of sp- spra… sprayisthat… heH’gnDZShh’uuhh-!”

“Something wrong?”

“I think I’m- eH’GNDZSHh’uu-! I think- heHASIhh’oo-! ah’gehhzshh’iew-!”

“Are you okay?” 

Geto’s watching carefully, Shoko’s sure he’s keeping count in his head. Still, needing Gojo to believe her facade, she offers sympathy, pulling a travel pack of tissues out of her bag. ‘Tissues that just so happen to be sprayed with the allergen. Still only counts as one method, according to the rules.’

“Y- yeah- hAgzshh’uu-! knDzshh’iee-! Oh, scus- scuseme- heHhh-!”

“Here, take these, you sound like you need them.”

“Th… thhhehHh- thank you- hH’GUHzshh’oo-! aiYISHH’oo-! aHH’DNGZSHh’uu-! Oh god…” 

“Blessings, Gojo.”

Finally speaking up, Geto catches Shoko’s eye and mouths ‘nine’. She shoots back a whispered ‘so far’, catching a smile in response. Gojo’s too busy tearing into the pack of tissues to notice any of this, bringing one to his nose as he gets a pause in the sneezing. He manages to blow, breathing a sigh of relief, instantly cut short by an itchy inhale. 

“heAHh-! hH’DnZShh’uu-! AYISHH’oo-! KETZSHHH’oo-! What the- henGT-! ainGT’shoo-!”

“Blessings indeed, Gojo. Are you alright?”

“The ti- tihhhckle- heH’kNGDT-! haAHh-! eh’dnZZShh’oo-! Scuse me- the tickle got wo- wo… worse… I’m… I’m gonna… heHh-!” 

Shoko smirks as the tears start pooling in Gojo’s eyes, his nose quivering as it starts to flush a brilliant shade of pink. ‘Time to implement phase two: suggestions. Just gotta be careful not to tip my hand. He’s attempting to stifle, which will only help, it only makes the tickle stronger.’

“You must be allergic to the spray, I’m so sorry, I had no idea!”

“heH-! hh’gndJSHH’uu-! AIYShhh’iew-! heH’DJZSHh’uu-!”

“Oh, bless you. Sounds really itchy, are yo-” 

“hH’DJEZSHh’aa-! Sh- Shoko- waaitt… ahh’keTShh’oo-!” 

“-you feeling it? The burning sensation-” 

“eh’GnDJZSH’aahh-! hAHh’inGKt-!”

“-filling your sinuses? Like a feather, gen-"

“nGEHT’choo-! hePt’choo-! eNgEHP’choo-!”

“-gently brushing the inside of your nose?” 

“heAIISHH’uhh-! eh’GdJZShh’uu-! I need… I’m gonna… I can’t…!”

Geto gives her a pointed look, lightly tapping his wrist. ‘Time’s almost up, time for the home stretch. Gotta make sure I get one last fit outta him. I know exactly what to say.’ Gojo’s nose is pressed into his wrist, trembling with allergic need as the tears keep flowing down his cheeks, seemingly making the tickle even worse as they brush up against the edges of his nose.

“I’m so sorry, Gojo. If I’d have known you were this allergic I never would have sprayed it so close to your nose! I mean, the droplets must have just floated through the air, gently landing on your skin, right on the tip of your nose-”

“Cru- Cruel Shoko- hEH’EDZSHH’uu-! eh’KTZSHhh’aa-! aiYISHH-keATzhh’oo-!” 

With that, Shoko meets Geto’s eyes one last time, mouthing ‘how many?’, quite satisfied by the ‘thirty-two’ she receives in return. Her satisfaction only rises as Gojo ducks into his arm with another tightly stifled burst, Geto raising an eyebrow at the display.

“hH’KNGt’choo-! iNGt’choo-! hah’DNGt’choo-!”

“Blessings, Gojo.”

“Snff- Thank you, Geto. Guhhh… I’m gonna be itc- itchy… hh’GNZshh’iew-! for the rest of the day.” 

Shoko pulls the tissues from Gojo’s lap while his focus is aimed towards Geto, replacing them with a second pack from her bag. ‘As fun as it is to watch you suffer, my attempt is over, no need to prolong the exposure. This reaction is gonna last for most of the day anyways.’ 

“Blow again, it might help dispel some of the allergen.”

“Yeah, good- eh’aISHH’uu-! good idea. Ya know, that may help you sleep, but I’m- heHh-! hEZSHHH’aa-! I’m getting the vague notion it wouldn’t do the same for me.” 

Geto laughs, a smile tearing through Gojo’s itchy face at the sound, Shoko soon joining in. ‘Always one step removed, just outside the joke, but that’s okay. At least for now, I’m in on the joke while Gojo isn’t. I can live with that.’

Final Results: Thirty-Two (32) sneezes from Shoko’s Attempt. Method Use/Application: Linen spray Gojo is allergic to, sprayed in front of face/on tissues presented to him. Sneezy talk was also implemented, increasing success. 

~~ Geto’s Attempt ~~

‘Shoko’s try yielded better results then I was counting on. I may know more about Gojo but some facts escape even my grasp. I had no idea he was so allergic to that spray. However, that wasn’t what set her apart, it’s her cunning. She explained to me after that she sprayed it on the tissues. Truly genius, I would’ve never thought of that.’ 

This time it’s Geto’s turn to approach the duo, eyes closing as he smiles, Gojo giving a shout and Shoko putting out her cigarette. ‘I guess she doesn’t want to be called out for interference. It’s no matter, I don’t plan on letting anything distract me from my attempt. I didn’t have to think long about what to use, just how to best utilize it.’ 

“Geto! Shoko was just telling me about a new type of chocolate she saw the other day! Can we go buy some? Pleaaaase? Pretty please?”

“You still owe me for the last pack I bought you.”

“Aw, come on, you know you wannaaa~! You don’t wanna deny me of my happiness, do you?”

“You can have happiness without chocolates, Gojo.”

“How could you say such things?”

Gojo lets a pout spread over his face, lightly huffing as he leans his head against Geto’s shoulder. ‘Dramatic as always. Though, I guess that’s the reason we came up with this little challenge in the first place. One I’m sure to win with what I have planned.’ His mind starts to drift back to the first time he got to witness Gojo and lavender in the same room. 

They’d been in a meeting together, the higher ups needing something Geto can’t recall now. It’s not of importance, even at the time it was one of the last things on his mind. Front and center was Gojo’s losing battle against the vase of lavender sitting almost mocking him on the table.

Normally, should the situation call for it, Gojo could hold off an allergy attack for hours, or at least upwards of twenty minutes. However, against the lavender he lasted no more than three, needing to leave the room just after seven because he was no longer able to form full words between the sneezing. The higher ups had been quite irritated, but today it would serve Geto well.

“Earth to Geto? Suuuguruuu? You there?”

“Huh?”

“Jeez, what is it with you two lately? Did I miss something, or is it just ‘stare off into the abyss with a smile creeping at your mouth’ season?”

“Sorry, I was just reminiscing.”

“Any particular memory you want to share, Geto?”

Shoko offers, eyes flashing with mischief as Geto sends a dark look in her direction, quickly replaced by a smile as she playfully sticks out her tongue.

“Not at the moment.”

“Oh, I know! Why don’t we play ‘share your favourite memory of Gojo’!” 

“Yeah, no.”

“Aw Shoko, you’re no fun.”

Geto chuckles, ruffling Gojo’s hair as he gazes up from behind his sunglasses. ‘Just placing the lavender near him wouldn’t work. He could either leave the area, or the attack might not surpass thirty-two. The reason it had such a severe effect in the meeting was likely do to the pollen having a chance to gather in that tiny room.’

“Gojo, I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? You shouldn’t have!” 

“Well if you don’t want i-”

“Hey, woah-woah-woah- of course I want it-!”

Reaching into his bag, Geto starts to set his plan in motion. ‘My best chance is getting some form of lavender where I can get it near his nose, close enough for the pollen to have a chance to float around him, but not obvious enough that he’ll just avoid it. I think this is the perfect solution.’

Making direct eye contact with Shoko, Geto sends her a message clearly. ‘My attempt is about to begin, get ready’. His hands grip around the present, placing it gently on Gojo’s head, fighting a smirk at the joy filling Gojo’s eyes.

“A flower crown!?” 

“Yes. You showed me how to make them a while back, and so I made this one myself. I thought you might appreciate it-”

“Suguru… I love it! What kind of flowers are these?”

“Mostly sakura, though I did add a few other plants I found in the area to tie it together.” 

‘If I just used lavender he’d simply take it off when he started sneezing. However, given that it’s not a type of flower he’s allergic to, it won’t be his first thought. Because of that, he’ll be too focused on sneezing to worry about removing it, letting the hidden lavender keep sending wafts of pollen down into his face. Plus, I made sure the sakura was quite pollen soaked. He’s not allergic, but with his nose already being set off from the lavender, the sickly sweet smell is sure to prompt a few extra sneezes.’  

“It’s bea- hEHh-! Oh, scuse me. It’s beautiful.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just thou- ahHh-! Hehh… thought I was… o- oh… I am…. I’m- hH’DjZEShh’oo-!”

“Blessings, Satoru.” 

“iHh’kETChh’uu-! S- sorry I… eH’DtjZSh’iew-! hEh’kezzchh-aiyshhh’aa-knGT’choo-!”

“And again.” 

A glance over to Shoko tells Geto she’s keeping track, fingers tapping against the railing she’s leaning on with every sneeze. Gojo lets out a faint whine, hand coming up to scrub at his nose as tears start dripping from his eyes.

“hH’GNt’choo-! ehH-! Ohfuck- hH’NGT-EINGT-nNGT-knDT’choo-! aINGT’choo-! hAH’DJZSHHEW-!”

“Christ, Satoru, bless you.”

“knngT-! aIghNT’choo-! hH’YEZSHH’aa-! AIYShh’oo-! neH’GEDT’choo-!”

Geto risks another look at Shoko, barely containing his smirk at the dumbfounded expression she’s wearing as Gojo frantically fans his face. ‘I haven’t even started talking about the tickle yet. He’s more allergic than I remembered. I almost feel bad…’ His thoughts are cut off by Gojo pressing his rapidly twitching nose into Geto’s shoulder, hitching against the fabric of his shirt. ‘And that’s why it’s only almost.’

“henGT’choo-! hH’DEHgnT’choo-!”

“You should stop that, you’re not-”

“heH’KNDTZSHH’uhh-! ihh’GNXXZT’choo-!”

“-gonna be able to catch a breath.”

“You- you’re right… Suguru it- it tihhhhckles… hEaHh-! AIYZSZHH’uu-! kuh’MMZSHH’aa-!”

Gojo’s voice is muffled from the congestion already seeping through the cracks, and Geto feels a pang of guilt tear at his heart. It’s quickly replaced by something calmer as Gojo aims the next fit at Geto’s chest, flower crown shaking lightly as he ducks his head, only releasing more pollen. ‘Sorry Satoru, but this is well deserved. Time for a little power of suggestion.’ 

“aH’GnZH’euu-! hehHh-! hH’MMZSHHH’oo-!” 

“Blessings. Those sound quite itchy-” 

“emmpffshh’oo-! hEPT’choo-! ehP’choo-!”

“-don’t they? Something bothering your sensitive-” 

“hHMPPT’choo-! AInGT’choo-! S- Suguru- hNGT’choo-! heH’KDZGT’choo-!”

“-nose? I bet it’s tickling something awful, isn’t it?” 

Meeting Gojo’s watery eyes, Geto lets himself slip right into stage three of his plan, time quickly running out. ‘Knowing him, he should be sensitive enough by now that just the word sneeze will set him off. Let’s try to get a handful more. I believe I’ll win anyways, but better safe than sorry.’

“eNGXXT’choo-!”

“Don’t you just-” 

“hepDT’choo-!”

“-have to…”

“hAhHh-!”

“Sneeze so badly?”

“hAH’ADJZSHH’uu-! keTSCHH’aa-! AIYZSHH’uhh-!”

“Blessings again for those sneezes.”

“I kn- know what…. Ohgod- hEH’EDZSHHEW-! guhhH’DNZSHH’oo-! I know what you’re doing.”

“Doing? I’m simply blessing you as you sneeze.”

“AIYZSHH’oo-! hH’GNkZSHH’uhh-!”

Taking pity on him as Shoko mouths ‘time’s up’, Geto pulls the crown from Gojo’s hair, tossing it to the side as the sneezy man ducks into his arm for another fit. ‘Whoops… maybe I should have removed it a bit sooner…’

“iNGt’choo-! heASHH’oo-! kEtCSHh-aizshh-kezZSHH’uu-!”

“Bless you Satoru…”

“You- hEHnGT’choo-! Sound quite gui- guilty- eh’knSHH’uhh-! Guilty, Suguru. Why ever could- hh’gEZSHH’aa-! Christ… Could that be? Wouldn’t have any-hNGSHH’iew-! Anything to do with my having two allergy attacks in the past four days, would it?” 

Geto’s eyes snap to the floor, a warm tint starting to spread across his cheeks, Shoko chuckling as she lightly pats Gojo’s back, letting her eyes close with a slight huff.

“I think he’s caught us, Geto.” 

“I believe so.” 

“hNNSCHh’iew-! Would someone care to explain to me what’s going on exactly?”

“Of course, but first we should probably get you some allergy medication. There was lavender in the flower crown.”

Gojo’s watery glare meets Geto, his mouth hanging open. ‘Probably less from shock and more for the sake of breathing. I doubt much is flowing through his sinuses right about now.’ Geto can’t help but smile at the sight, pink nose vibrating as Gojo attempts to end the attack by pinching it shut, tears streaming from his gorgeous eyes. ‘If he wasn’t so miserable, I’d want to see this side of him more often, he’s quite adorable like this.’

“I want to be mad bu- knDJZSSH’uu-! But I proooobably deserved this.”

Laughter erupts from the group, Shoko nearly falling over as it bursts from her chest, Geto pulling Gojo closer as they start walking back into the school, explaining the competition to a still sneezing Gojo.

Shoko leads them to her office where she keeps a stash of medications for situations like this. ‘Well, not exactly like this,’ Geto chuckles to himself, ‘I doubt there’s even been a situation quite like this one. Oh, that reminds me-’

“Say, Shoko, I did win, didn’t I? Even not counting-”

“hHNGTshh’aa-!”

“-the bonus ones?”

“Unfortunately, yes. It’s not like I stood a chance in the first place, you two obviously know more about each other.”

“Actually, I didn’t know he was allergic to that spray. That was all you.”

“Huh, really? Interesting. Oh- I guess you want to know the numbers?”

Geto flashes a smile, eyes wrinkling as Gojo whips around with another small fit aimed at the floor. He nods at Shoko, murmuring a blessing against Gojo’s hair as he convulses. 

“heh’gnZSHhh’oo-! eh’kshhh’iew-! heHh-! hAH’DTZShhh’uu-!”

“Again, not counting the extras, you rang in at forty-two. Exactly ten more than mine, surprisingly enough.”

“Oh Christ, that wasn’t counting the ones I- hH’gnZZShh’aa-! I’m still doing?”

A blush spreads across Gojo’s face, one of the strongest sorcerers in the Jujutsu world apparently not immune to embarrassment. Shoko offers a laugh in response, rummaging through her desk until she finds a blister pack, handing it over. Geto grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, passing it to Gojo with another blessing, lightly cupping his face for just a second.

“I saw that, ya know.” 

This time both men blush, Shoka rolling her eyes playfully, then throwing a box of tissues at Geto. Gojo hastily yanks out a handful, blowing his nose with a deep groan before sniffling into the pile.

“Clean him up, will ya? It’s been a long day, I’m headed home.”

“hH’AieZSHH’uu-!”

“Let’s play again some time, shall we, Shoko?”

“Yes, let’s. Next time I’ll beat you for sure.”

“hAH’ZASHH’oo-! How ‘bout next time it’s a free for all? I’d like a little chance for revenge.”

“This was the revenge, Satoru. Ours.”

“Oh fine, but you two owe me some chocolates! Oh- oh, and mochi!” 

Shoko smacks Gojo upside the head as Geto lets a laugh burst from his chest, the other two soon joining in harmony.

The world outside may be a dangerous place for a Jujutsu sorcerer, and the three of them aren’t immune to the stress, but right here, right now, they’re just three friends sharing a laugh.

Final Results: Forty-Two (42) sneezes from Geto’s Attempt. Method Use/Application: Lavender hidden in a flower crown already dripping with sakura pollen. Also used suggestibility, increasing success with sneezy talk.

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Umm....if you're comfortable including Indonesia swear words then, can i ask for the first year with a best friend who say something in Indonesia very often?

Like if they're mad losing some video games they curse loudly and mumble something in indo so they can't understand? I'll take the gado-gado if it still available!

“Dear customer, I hope you can forgive me for the long wait. The food you requested is kind of unique, but here's your [ANJIR!] gado-gado.”

ANJIR!

Character(s): Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek (aka First Year Gang)

Summary: MC speak Indonesian

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, platonic, reader is Yuu, crack, very much self-indulgent

Note: OMG OMG ANON THIS IS SO HILARIOUS! I can't stop laughing while writing this hc; the possible chaos make me cackle like a madman 🤣🤣

The first time you spoke in Indonesian, it was an accident. You and your friends are having lunch together in the cafeteria when suddenly Grim tries to steal Ace's food. The two of them quickly started bickering so badly that the table shook. Upset your meal was interrupted, you spontaneously shouted, “KALEM, ANJING! ORANG LAGI PADA MAKAN! (CALM DOWN, (you) DOG! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO EAT HERE!)” which made everyone immediately fall silent and stare at you confusedly, didn't understand what you just said.

Deuce: “W-what language was that just now?”

Grim: “Yeah, Henchuman! What language is that? I never heard it before.”

Ace: “Well, I also don't know what language they're speaking, but one thing's for sure; they're furious.”

MC: “Glad you noticed it, Ace.” *smile forcibly* “You and Grim better shut your mouth up and continue eating in peace if you still want to borrow my notes for tomorrow exam.”

Grim, Ace: “Aye, aye, Captain.”

When school is over, your friends drag you back to Ramshackle to continue questioning you about the language you used earlier in the cafeteria. After quite an interrogation, they finally found out that you're speaking Indonesian, one of the many languages from your world.

Ace: “Still sounds odd to me.”

MC: *roll their eyes* “All languages must sound odd the first time you hear them, goblok.”

Grim: “Go- what?”

MC: *grins* “It's 'goblok', Grim. You pronounce it as go-block, which means 'dumbass'.”

Ace: *chokes* “You-”

Since almost everyone has heard you use Indonesian, you then choose to use it more often in your daily life. Now, NRC students sometimes hear the magicless human, the Prefect of Ramshackle, talking using weird language they didn't know about. Some people had asked you about the meaning of your words, but you never really answered them and only said that it was 'something that's often said back in my world'.

Most people believe it and accept your answer, while the rest are sceptical but don't ask any further. But your close friends know very well that you mainly use Indonesian whenever you want to complain, gossip, or are just too excited about someone or something.

Since the first years often hang out with you, they can't help but involuntary understand some Indonesian words that you often use, such as; 'mager' means too lazy to move, 'buset/anjir' means holy crap, 'gaje' means unclear, 'kuy' means let's go, 'santuy' means chill, and many more.

Grim doesn't mind you speaking Indonesian at all as long as you keep buying him cans of tuna. And because he's practically glued to you, he's slowly starting to be able to say some Indonesian words.

Ace and Epel don't mind as well. They even sometimes ask you to teach them swear words in Indonesian so they can 'curse other people without that person knowing'.

Deuce and Jack are neutral, mostly because they don't really understand what you're talking about in Indonesian. As long as what you say isn't a dangerous curse, they don't really care what you say.

Sebek is the one who always asks the meaning of what you say; if it were good, he would let it slide and maybe even add it to his list of praises for Malleus. But if it's not, he immediately gives you a long lecture about it right on the spot.

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Okay, there was only one prompt left on the list and I already had an idea for it, so I decided to just do it myself lol. Don't worry if you missed out on this list, I'm going to be doing more for the 1k event.

Anyway, I very much feel like Asmodeus does not get enough love, so I chose to do him for this prompt. I also included Beelzebub because uhhh the prompt is snack lol. And I don't often get to write any of the brothers together. It's actually pretty fun.

So here it is, the last prompt finally! Thank you to everyone who requested one of them, whether from the original event or from this sort of mini event, I appreciate every one of you!

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GN!MC x Asmodeus with prompt Snack

Warnings: none!

You were at Majolish with Asmodeus and Beelzebub, trying on several outfits that Asmo had picked out for you. Each time you changed, you came out of the dressing room to show them. Beel approved of every single outfit while Asmo would decide if something looked a little better with different shoes or if maybe that shirt doesn't fit you quite right.

Asmo had convinced Beel to come by promising that you'd all go to Hell's Kitchen after, thereby securing someone to carry all of the purchases made at the clothing store. You found this arrangement humorous, but you enjoyed their company. Although Beel was certainly waiting for the after shopping food, he was being surprisingly patient as you tried on various things. You noticed, however, when he kept looking out the shop window at a food stall across the street.

You were currently in the dressing room, looking yourself over. Asmo had given you an outfit that was a little tight-fitting, a little more revealing, and extremely fancy. You didn't even want to think about the price tags of the items in this ensemble, but you couldn't deny you looked good in it. You thought about when you would ever wear something as fancy as this and knew that Asmo could always find a reason. He seemed to be happiest buying you clothes like this, so you had learned to just go with it. Then you always made sure to wear what he bought because the way it made him blush when he saw you for the day was so cute.

You came out of the dressing room, feeling a little self conscious due to the revealing nature of this outfit. You kept your eyes down when you stepped out.

"I don't know about this one," you said. "It looks good, but…"

You had been expecting some kind of immediate reaction from Asmo because that was normally what happened. An exclamation about how great you looked. But when the silence stretched on, you looked up to see what they were doing.

Asmo was staring at you, hands over his mouth, eyes wide. Beel was looking out the shop window again.

"MC," Asmo whispered. Then he clasped his hands together. "You look like a snack!"

Beel immediately whipped around to look at Asmo. "You have a snack?"

Asmo frowned at him. "What? No, Beel, look at MC! Don't they look amazing?"

Beel looked over at you for a moment before nodding. "Yes. They do. Where is the snack?"

You decided to intervene before this became troublesome. You walked over to them and sat down in Asmo's lap, which rewarded you with the most beautiful blush.

"Why don't you go across the street to that food stall if you want a snack, Beel?" you suggested. "We'll come get you when we're done, okay?"

Beel nodded. "Thanks, MC."

And he was out of the shop in two seconds flat. You laughed, letting your arms drape around Asmo's neck.

You smiled at Asmo. "Now, what were you saying about a snack?"

Asmo immediately picked up on your flirtatious tone, meeting your smile with one of his own. "Oh? Do you want me to take a bite out of you, MC?"

You stood up, pulling Asmo along with you into the dressing room. "Maybe," you said.

The minute you pulled the curtain to the dressing room shut, Asmo had you up against the wall, hands running over the tight clothes you were still wearing. You pulled him close and kissed him.

He broke away from you for a moment to whisper in your ear, "You truly are stunning, my love. You know that, don't you?"

You smiled. "Only because you keep reminding me."

He grinned back at you. "Then I'll be sure to never stop."

You laughed against his mouth as he kissed you again.

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Juie - Feysand Oneshot

Hello everyone! I apologize for none of my usual fanfic updates this week. Unfortuantately, a lot of this summer will be like that, including next week. I also thought I'd take a break and do some new stuff, like oneshots - which I have LOVED doing. There's no pressure to make a huge plotline, and I just love writing happy fluff.

As y'all probably know, I'm mostly a Throne of Glass girly, but I though I'd switch it up with some ACOTAR, which I also love. HOWEVER, because Feysand isn't AS MUCH - it still is, just smaller - of my baby as Rowaelin is, this writing isn't the best but - what ya gonna do, you know?

I hope you enjoyed! Tell me if you'd like to be added to the tag list or if you'd like to see more ACOTAR fics! If you have requests for a couple fic, just message me or comment :)

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.1k

Enjoy!

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No matter how hard she tried, Feyre’s painting just looked wrong. 

She cocked her head and chewed on the wooden end of her paintbrush as she surveyed her half-finished painting. It was supposed to be an abstract portrait of her family, the Night Court Inner Circle. It wasn’t to show her family’s true faces and bodies, but a blur of colors and shapes. In Feyre’s original vision, which had come to her in the middle of breakfast, the painting would leave viewers a bit spooked, or intrigued. She’d hoped to convey her loved ones' traumas through the paint, but it wasn’t working. Although the painting was beautiful, it just felt…flat.

Heaving a sigh, Feyre checked the clock on the wall of her studio. It was time to meet her mate and son for dinner. She packed up her supplies and waved at Ressina as she stepped out into the warm Velaris air. It was early summer, and the Square was filled with laughing people shopping. The sight filled her chest with buoyant joy. We did this, she thought to herself as she made her way to her home. 

She stepped through her threshold, shutting the heavy door behind her. “I’m home!” she called throughout the house. She smiled as she heard giggling around the corner, and she turned to see her five year old son running down the stairs to her. Nyx squeezed her tight, and Feyre picked him up and twirled him around, taking a deep breath of his perfect scent, made up of baby soap and stars. 

“Where’s your dad, baby?” she asked him, setting him down. Nyx’s black brows scrunched together adorably as he wracked his tiny mind. 

“Uhmmmmm…..,” he frowned. “Daddy said that…I think that he said he would meet us at the rest-y-raunt.” Nyx was still learning pronunciations for big words, which was so precious it made her heart burst.

“Oh - is that so?” Feyre raised an eyebrow. “Hmm. Well! Are you dressed for dinner, baby?” 

Nyx nodded, gesturing proudly to his boxers and huge gray shirt that smelled strongly of Cassian - the little boy worshiped his uncle and wanted to be him when he grew up. Although it certainly wasn't a proper dress code for the fancy new restaurant they were going to, Feyre had no problem with her son’s attire. She herself was wearing a white wool sweater and black leggings, her hair pulled into her usual braid.

The mother and son traveled through the streets of Velaris, hand in hand. People smiled and waved to them, forever adoring of the two who saved their world and the loveable child born from the union. Finally, they reached the huge building that they would dine at - Juie. Nyx was exhausted from the fifteen minute walk and his hunger, and was wining and dragging his feet. Feyre pulled him into the restaurant, searching for her husband. And there he was. 

Rhysand, standing with his hands in his pockets in the corner of the restaurant. He was dressed in his usual black attire, his hair effortlessly styled. As if sensing her eyes on him, he turned around to face them, and smiled. It lit up his whole beautiful face. 

Gods, would there ever be a day when his face didn’t make her heart tighten?

No, there won’t be, my Feyre darling. Rhysand’s voice slid into her mind, making her smile and instantly let him through her shields. 

Prick, she shot down the bond, and advanced toward him. He sped to them too fast to be casual, and she bit back a grin as he reached them. 

“Hello, family!” he cried happily, picking up his son and planting a kiss on Feyre’s lips. His hand grazed her arm before pulling it back to twirl a squealing Nyx around. 

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Soon, they had been seated and were digging into a steak meal. Every taste exploded with flavor, and Feyre made a mental note to take her sisters and Mor out here one day. 

“How was your day, darling?” Rhys asked her, Nyx busy eating and coloring. He looked at her over their son’s head, smiling.

“It was alright,” Feyre shrugged, taking a sip of the iced tea she'd ordered(it was especially refreshing). “Do you remember that painting I told you about?”

“The Inner Circle one? It was abstract, right?”

“Yes, exactly. Only I can’t get it right. Something’s off. It doesn’t have the life I want it to have.” 

“Oh.” Rhys frowned and looked down at his plate, clearly wracking his brain for an artsy response. It made Feyre’s heart warm - her husband didn’t know a lot about painting, but he tried for her. “Maybe it’s the setting?” 

“Actually, maybe I could use a change of scenery,” Feyre replied, toying with the idea in her head. “I could continue at the house, but then I’d have other distractions-” she subtly motioned to Nyx, “around.”

“I’ll take Nyx out tomorrow. Give you some peace and quiet,” her mate offered, biting into his steak. She smiled at him. 

“Thank you, Rhys.”

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Later that night, Nyx was long asleep and Rhys and Feyre were laying together, reading. Feyre sipped on some hot peppermint tea, and in her soft gray pajama set, she was perfectly relaxed. Even more so as her mate slid an arm around her, kissing down her neck. 

She set down her book, and laughing softly, turned to kiss Rhysand, his lips warm and gentle. She wound her fingers in his hair as he slid a hand down her leg. Maybe the pajama set would have to go. 

Sure enough, within minutes they were both fully unclothed. Feyre panted as Rhys slid his fingertips lightly down her stomach, so close to what she wanted. He met her gaze, his eyes near-black, as he circled around her spot of need. She made a small sound at the back of her throat, the sight of him there nearly making her explode. She arched into his fingers as he finally put them where she needed, gripping the bedsheets with her fists. 

When Rhys added his tongue to where his fingers were, she couldn’t take it and moaned as she finished, her mate making sure she enjoyed every second of it. He leaned back up to her, kissing her deeply. Finally, he pushed gently into her, filling every part of her. They clutched each other as they moved, Feyre pulling him into bruising kisses one after another. She tugged on his hair, biting his lip, cupping his neck, until he roared, taking her over the edge with him. 

They lay there together for a while, both panting. “I love you, Feyre,” Rhys whispered into her neck. 

“I love you too, Rhys.”

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[runnning-outof-time]

Dear Theodora | Tommy Shelby x Reader

PART 3 of the Girl Dad Series…read more HERE.

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy tries to find the right words to say about the birth of his first daughter.

Warnings: mentions of war

Word Count: 3211

A/N: I am absolutely in love with this family I’ve created in this series. Girl dad Tommy had my entire heart. Also it’s fitting that I’m posting this on Letter Writing Day. This is based off of the song Dear Theodosia from Hamilton. I’ll include the link below Enjoy! :)

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"Mail's here, boys," a soldier, who everyone called Jones, announced as he walked into the part of the trench that the rest of his company was occupying. Incoherent noises were made in response as Jones began passing the letters out to their rightful receivers. "Ah, Shelby, you've got one today," he commented, a grin forming on his face as he handed an envelope to Tommy.

"Thanks," Tommy mumbled as he flipped the envelope in his hands so that he could see who'd written to him.

"Read it out loud, Tom!" another soldier in the company, Matthews, called out before Tommy could open it. Tommy stopped what he was doing to look at the other man, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Yeah, Shelby, let us hear what's going on!" Jones chimed in before the other soldiers started shouting out their agreeances.

"Ok, ok," he conceded, waving their incessant pestering off as he finally got to open the envelope. It was commonplace for the soldiers to read their letters out loud when they were sitting around. It provided some sort of escape from the hell they were currently going through. He cleared his throat as he unfolded the paper. His eyes danced across the page quickly before he started from the beginning:

Dear Tommy,

I hope that my letter makes it to you in good time, and that you are able to read it in good spirits. Being able to spend some time with you those few weeks ago really helped push the ache in my heart away. It reminded me that the love we share is still very much real and has not been tested during this time we've spent apart.

I am writing to you mainly because I have just received some news that I felt you'd also like to know. I'm pregnant, Tommy...

"Oh shit," Jones called out, his eyes widening as a smile broke onto his face. "Congrats, Shelby!" he cheered then, standing from his spot so that he could go clap his comrade on the back. "You're gonna be a father, mate," he said once he stepped away.

There were some other surprised reactions from the rest of the company, and slowly but surely, they all made their way over to him to offer their congratulations'. Tommy was only half in his mind to thank them. The other half of him was reeling...surprised by the information that (Y/N) had just hit him with. He wished that he could have been by her side the moment she found out. He wished that he wasn't currently in another country, fighting a war. He wished that there was a guarantee that he'd make it home to her.

It wasn't until later on in the evening that Tommy was able to read the rest of the letter that (Y/N) had sent him. He slouched down against the wall of the trench and dug the letter out of the inside pocket of his uniform's jacket. After looking both ways and making sure he was alone, he opened the letter and continued to read it:

I'm pregnant, Tommy. I'm sure this comes as a surprise to you as it did to me, and I'm sorry for adding this onto your already long list of worries. I want you to know that I'm keeping the baby. There is a reason that this has happened to me; to us. I can only hope that you feel the same way.

Sending all of my love until I can see you again,

(Y/N)

Tommy knew instantly that he felt the same way as (Y/N) did. There was a reason why this had happened to them; why they were going to bring a baby...a little version of them, into the world. He also knew what he had to do now. He was going to propose to (Y/N) the second that he saw her again. This decision wasn't brought upon by this news, but rather it was solidified by it. He knew now that (Y/N) was the woman that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He folded the letter and stuffed it back into his inner pocket before he began digging around in his haversack so that he could find the paper that he'd put in there earlier. When he reached it, he pulled it out, thankful that the pen was still clipped on it. He then brought his knees up so that he could rest the paper against them and begin writing his response to (Y/N).

"Shelby! Mail from the post!" a soldier named Trevor called as he dropped an envelope down onto Tommy's lap. Tommy nodded in thanks before he flipped the envelope around and began to tear it open. He'd been moved into a different company over the few months that had passed and, thankfully, this group didn't care much about hearing details of their company-mates' private lives. So he stayed in his spot and unfolded the letter, rather happy that he could read it to himself. His heart fluttered the second he saw her familiar handwriting.

Dear Tommy,

I figured I'd write to you because I've just received some exciting news. First, I want to apologize for these letters being so few and far between each other. Things have been mad over here and I have been stretching out my time between helping your family with the shop and volunteering at the orphanage - it is so sad to see the number of children there increasing each day, and if there is one thing I can vow, it is that I will never allow that to happen to our child.

Your Aunt Polly truly has a gift...she was able to tell me that we are having a baby girl. This was not confirmed by medical means, and I don't know if it even could be, but I have a strong feeling in my heart that Polly is correct. It feels like we're going to have a daughter. My mum has told me that there have been so many similarities that she's seen in me from when she was pregnant with me. It only makes sense, right? Oh, and by the way...she's finally come around to the idea. She's thrilled now.

I wanted to include some names in the letter that you might like. I think I've settled on one, but I wanted you to know the options.

First, I've thought about Philippa Grace. Philippa means 'lover of horses' and felt that it was fitting for you. Another is Daisy Mae, which would obviously be after the flower that you gave me on one of our first dates. Finally, and I think that this one might be it, is Theodora Rose. My mum's told me that Theodora means 'gift of God', and I really feel like she's a gift to the both of us. Rose would be for my mother, who's been helping me with all of these changes while you're away. It feels right for her, Tommy, and I hope that you'll agree.

Sending all of my love until I can see you again,

(Y/N)

P.S. I wear your ring every day. When I look down at it, I get excited, knowing that I am going to spend forever with you.

Tommy couldn't help but smile as he finished reading the letter. He knew that there would be no changing her mind now that it was made up, but he truly didn't need to. Theodora Rose did feel right. She was his gift, his motivation to get to the other side of this war and make it back home so that he could be with his family again.

He also couldn't help but chuckle at her postnote. He wasn't able to wait until he saw her again to propose. Instead, he asked her in his letter responding to her initial announcement, and he'd enclosed his gold ring as a symbol of his seriousness about it. He had to admit that it still felt rather weird not having it on his pinky, but at the same time he knew that it now had a better home.

Tommy wasn't able to write a letter back that night. Lights out was called early because they were getting ready to go on a march the next day. He laid his head down against his haversack and shut his eyes, his mind swimming with all of the information he'd just received.

Tommy made his way onto one of the final trains that were loading up from the station's platform. Armistice had finally been reached, and the war was declared as finished. He was about to embark on the trip back to Birmingham.

He took one of the empty seats by the window and sat his belongings on his lap. Having a seat to himself was a hope, but it was one that surely wasn't going to be fulfilled.

No less than a minute later, a man sat down next to him. They both nodded at each other, a silent greeting before going about what they were doing. Out of the corner of his eye, Tommy saw the man pull a notepad out of his haversack. He then flipped to the next available page before he began writing. Seeing this made Tommy think of something he could do to pass time on the trip.

"Mind if I use a piece of your paper?" he asked the man, making him stop writing and look up.

"No," he shook his head before he flipped a few pages to get to the back of the book. He then ripped the last page out. "Here," he said, handing it over to Tommy.

"Thanks," Tommy responded, accepting the paper before he fished a pen out of his uniform's pocket. One of the necessities of rising the ranks to Sergeant Major was having a pen on you at all times. You never knew what it'd be needed for. "Kept yourself a journal?" he asked then, watching as the man flipped back to the page he was previously working on. So far he'd written the date on the header line, one sign that he would be detailing the events of his day.

"Yeah," the man nodded, looking to Tommy once more, "although I'd rather forget the things I've seen," he added in a solemn tone before dropping his head down once more.

Tommy silently agreed before he focused his attention back on the blank piece of paper in front of him. He uncapped the pen and adjusted his belongings so that they'd create a table for him to write on. Before he began, he looked out at the passing scenery, knowing that within a matter of time it would begin to look like the dust-filled streets of Birmingham. Home.

He then looked back at the paper, racking his brain as he tried to think of what to write. His daughter entered his mind then. She'd been born a month ago, and Tommy swore that he could rouse tears to his eyes just by thinking of the letter that (Y/N) sent to him announcing her birth. His girls were the only things that made him feel that his heart was still beating. And in just a short time, he'd be home with them again.

Dear Theodora,

What to say to you?

I wasn't there when you came into the world, and it broke my heart, but I'm finally coming home now. I cannot wait to see you and your mother. You both are the sole reason I continued to fight for this day to come.

I never thought that I'd have a daughter, that I'd have someone who is a part of me. Domestic life was never my style until your mother came into my life. Now I'll be dedicating every single day I spend alive to you. I will bleed and fight for you. I will make things right for you. I will lay a foundation for you and build something that will be worthy for you.

My father wasn't around, but I swear that I will be around for you. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you and your mother safe, even if that means making a million mistakes. Pride is not the word I'm looking for when I think of you. There is so much more inside me now. I fought for this day to come. I fought to see you and your mother again, and now that this day is upon us, I cannot wait to see you.

I will give the world to you, Theodora. I promise you that. And I know that you'll blow us all away.

Tommy looked over the letter one last time before capping his pen. He then folded the paper and tucked it into the inner pocket of his uniform's jacket that held all of the other letters that (Y/N) had sent him about their daughter. He couldn't wait to see his family again; to meet his daughter for the very first time. He couldn't wait to be home.

"Last stop! All off!" the conductor called as the train came to a stop next to the platform. The sun was starting to fade, but Tommy was still able to see the sea of people waiting for their loved one's arrival. He stood along with the other soldiers in his train car and exited the row that he was sitting in. The man who'd taken the seat next to him had gotten off at an earlier stop, so he was able to leave fairly quickly without getting clogged up with the rest of the men.

He tapped the part of his jacket where the letters were stored, making sure that they were still present, before he began walking slowly out of the train car. He kept rehearsing what he'd say to (Y/N), feeling confident with his formal proposal.

What he wasn't prepared for was his mind going blank the second he stepped onto the train's platform. His eyes widened in worry, but before he could panic, they fell onto (Y/N). Somehow, amidst the sea of people, she managed to be just a few steps away from him. He desperately hoped that his words would return to him as he watched her run to where he was standing.

"Welcome home," she said with tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck the second she was able to. She choked back her tears as she hugged him tightly, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms again. "I missed you, Tommy," she said once they pulled away. Tommy felt a pang in his heart at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

He knew what he had to do. A smile played on his lips as he took hold of her hands and dropped down to one knee. (Y/N)'s smile widened as she realized what he was doing, and she waited on baited breath for what he would say. But he didn't say anything. No words good enough could come to Tommy's mind as he stared up at her. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, making like he was about to say something only to abandon it completely.

(Y/N) didn't need to hear him say anything though. She knew what he was doing. Hell, she was already promised to him...the gold ring, that he stole from a merchant in town when he was younger, still sat proudly on her finger, symbolizing to the world that she was taken. So she spared him of his inability to speak and answered anyway. "Yes," she told him, nodding her head then.

Tommy felt terrible. He'd fucked up his proposal to her after making her wait months for it. He couldn't help but laugh though as he stood from the ground and scooped her up into his arms, making her laugh as he held her tightly against him. "Thank you," he breathed before kissing her passionately. (Y/N) smiled against his lips, relishing in the feeling of them against hers again.

"You already asked me to marry you, remember?" she asked him once they pulled away and she was standing again. "And I already said yes," she added before raising her left hand to show the ring she proudly wore. Tommy couldn't help but chuckle at her statement.

"I'll get you a better one soon, I promise," he told her before he took hold of her cheeks and kissed her again.

"Would you like to meet your daughter, Tommy?" she asked him then, her eyes shining as she pulled back to look at him. He felt a lump form in his throat at the mention of Theodora, and his speech was taken from him again. All he was able to do was nod as he pushed back the tears that were threatening to form. "Come with me," (Y/N) told him, taking hold of his hand so that she could lead him over to where her mother was standing, holding the baby in her arms. "Meet Theodora Rose Shelby," she introduced the two as her mother gently handed the baby to her. She then moved closer to Tommy, who looked absolutely amazed.

"She's beautiful, (Y/N)," he breathed as he reached out to gently run his thumb down the baby's cheek.

"She has your eyes," (Y/N) stated, a smile on her face as she watched Tommy interact with their daughter, "and she's been blessed with your head of hair too...mum told me that I was bald when I came out," she added with a little giggle.

"She was," Rose, (Y/N)'s mother, chimed in, making the three of them laugh.

"Would you like to hold her, Tommy?" (Y/N) asked, looking over at him with a smile on her face.

"Can I?" Tommy asked, wanting to kick himself for how naive he must've sounded.

"Of course," (Y/N) laughed softly at his question, "she's your daughter," she added before she carefully handed the baby over to him. He took her into his arms, cradling her gently as he marveled at how little she was.

"Hello, Theodora," he greeted her in a soft voice, running his thumb across her cheek again. He couldn't believe how much like both he and (Y/N) she looked. She was the perfect mix. "I'll make things right for you, my love," he promised her, smiling when she reached her little hand out towards his fingers and let out a coo that sounded like music to his ears. He glanced over at (Y/N) then, his smile widening when he saw that she was wiping the tears away from her cheeks and watching on with a wide smile of her own.

This moment alone made the years of hell that he'd just endured worth it. He was finally home with his family, and he was going to do everything and anything in his power to make something that he'd be proud enough of to hand down to Theodora. Everything that he did from that moment on would be for her and for (Y/N).

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MASTERLIST

Listen to the song Dear Theodosia:

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[prideofcelestia]

❝ with a s/o who has social anxiety and gets suffocated in especially large crowds ❞

« characters - beelzebub, diavolo, solomon »

« gender neutral reader »

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« request by @myblogisatotalmess »

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub is not a fan of socialising since he’s a demon of few words and a big appetite. Even if his mouth is always working, it’s either biting any food he can find or gently accepting the kisses you reward him with — but hardly talking. So, you can stay by his side in comfortable silence without being overly anxious to fill it up. His hand carefully wraps around yours and squeezes it every once in a while as a reminder that you're not alone. 

His main aim is to have you comfortable with him and to protect you against the dangers of the world. He’s not a very observant demon but if you react drastically in crowds where you cling to him or start crying, he notices and immediately gets you away. Once he knows of your fear, he never forces you to go to crowded places and excuses you from his brother’s plans of hitting the clubs. He's very blunt about it. “[Name] is not comfortable with that so you guys can go there on your own.”

If anybody tries to invite you out despite your protests, he shows up and looks at them pointedly.

“Sorry but [Name] and I have plans.”

It's unnerving to have a gigantic muscular ginger glare at one so everyone just shuts up. It saves you the trouble of having to refuse yourself and frankly, it relieves you of a burden. He can be reliable like that.

That doesn’t mean you can hide in your room all day long. As a health enthusiast, he knows that some form of social interaction is important (no offence to Levi) so he finds the least populated routes for jogging and asks you to tag along with him. As you must have guessed, these roads are deserted because it’s the spot for dangerous crowds to chill. However, you have nothing to fear, because Beelzebub will just eat them and continue exercising with you. As long as you have him, every corner of the Devildom is accessible to you.

Some days, the mental pain is more difficult to deal with than others but he doesn’t judge you. He quietly fills your room with stuffed toys so that you are always surrounded by friends who don’t make you anxious. Of course, he’s just within reach too if you want him. Call out to him and he’ll come and pull you close in a bear hug.

With Beelzebub, you don’t need to talk because his actions hold an entire dimension of meaning. Such love, such devotion, such adoration that you could never put your gratitude for him in words anyway.

DIAVOLO

When it comes to you, he can’t help but bend the rules a little. What one doesn’t know won’t hurt one. As his partner, you are also the face of the Devildom and many of his subjects want to talk to you. However, he excuses your absence by declaring that you wish to do your best to fit in the Devildom before making a public appearance in social events. A sort of etiquette training to fit into royalty. It’s not entirely false because you’re trying to fight your own demons with the aid of the demon prince and he’s incredibly supportive of you. The excuse isn’t born of embarrassment. It’s just not his secret to share and it’s also easier this way. His subjects admire your perseverance and couldn’t have asked for a better human for the exchange programme or as Diavolo’s partner.

Any party held in your honour (Diavolo gets super excited when planning these) includes your closest friends only. He never compromises your comfort by trying to show you off even if he would be honoured to do so. It’s mostly just the cast causing chaos or talking as they usually do. Your boyfriend remembers to talk to you about the invitation list every time he’s planning a gathering.

If you have a comfort activity that helps you calm down, the palace and its resources are at your disposal to explore. You can go to the kitchen or the personal gym built within or just roam around the spacious rooms at will to find a semblance of normalcy. When Diavolo gets a break, he likes to guess how you are spending your time as he goes in search for you to see if he guessed correctly. He’s never disappointed because even if his answer was wrong, he still gets to see you.

Someday, he wants to hold your hand firmly in a crowded gathering with your permission. As the future king, there's no running away from that day. While understanding your mental pain, he talks to you about your fears and gets doctors if that’s what you want. Why do you feel this fear? There’s no one to hurt you. Take a deep breath and try to find the reason. You have his undivided attention so let him understand you. He wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and he’ll do his part to help you. 

SOLOMON

During the initial centuries of his immortality, he felt dejected to talk to his fellow human beings. He was still young and powerless to know a lot about demons so his friendless past self spent his time walking around any space that promised him privacy and solace. The world he stepped out of and the world he stepped back in were always wildly different. He was scared to find out how long had passed since he began any activity. It made his skin crawl and his lungs burn and without anyone to return to, he felt like hiding in the wind. 

The stars were his only companions and he trusted them wholeheartedly. Once, they led him to a place inhabited by trolls. Since it was the stars that whispered the secret in his ears, he trusted them instantly and has never regretted his decision till date. The trolls were small, wise creatures that accepted him as a friend. 

That was his first encounter with the truth. 

The world comprises unique creatures so Solomon must travel to know more about them. Now that he has you, he can’t help but share his knowledge with a hint of childish excitement. You can be charmed and mesmerised by the wonders of the world. Don't hide in yourself. Be friends with the howling wind and the burning fire, talking fowl and herbs that make you feel ecstatic. These are all his friends. These all have life.

Where the waters turn red and black and purple to eventually take the colour that represents your soul, the journey to find peace begins. 

If human beings aren’t meeting your standard, don’t let it stop you! Find and befriend a new species! Just make sure that human beings don’t make up their diet. 

If you feel uncomfortable talking to beings with a human form, take a little adventure. Life’s too short to be questioning. If you want to talk to someone, talk. If you like Solomon’s cooking, then eat it. Simple, right? 

Let him be your guide. You trust him, don’t you?… No, he wasn’t planning on cooking. Why do you ask? Oh, so now you trust him? Great!

The journey is marked by picturesque places so devoid of any life form that you think that your boyfriend and you are the last two people on the planet. The fresh air and the curiosity his talks spark gives you life.

Rules don’t exist if someone isn’t preaching them in your ear. Asking for permission? Solomon has never heard of her! If he walks in and finds you in your sad pajamas that he bought you once, he’s getting a flying carpet and you two are going out on an adventure that instant! No questions asked. The demon brothers will have to be satisfied with a note that he leaves them.

"[Name] and I made sudden plans. You guys are excluded. How does that feel? LOL."

You can make your choice regarding who to follow.

He doesn’t mean it to be romantic but then again, he wasn’t planning for the giant Sphinx to come attack you two and for him to gallantly save you. It just happened, okay?

Someday, when you’re comfortable conversing with creatures of every shape and form, maybe human beings won’t scare you to the same extent. He’ll keep observing your behavioral patterns so that he can help comfort you in the best way possible. You are an important person to him so he’ll never let you go. He wants you to love being in your own skin.

[aehyei]

𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔

School’s almost over and you’re finally going to live as an adult in college. Also, you’re just happy that you won’t get to see your sworn enemy ever since childhood, Lee Donghyuck, anymore. There is just no way that you’ll be keeping any memory of him as you step in another chapter in your life—until he told you to smile for the camera.

PAIRING : enemy! skater!lee haechan x reader

GENRE : !crack, !fluff, !enemies to lovers!au, !senior high school!au, a little !idiots to lovers!au

WC : 1.87k

WARNINGS : cuss words, haechan annoying the reader purposely, not really funny jokes (i tried), reader being lonely and dense with haechan’s love signs, sarcasm

TAG LIST : @nikisimpsharon, @ishokenmei, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas, @cheezbot, @glbyoon2k, @valentineyun0

AUTHOR’S NOTES : this story is requested. (anon: Can I request a haechan fic, preferably an enemies to lovers trope?, smut or not you can decide I’m in my donghyuck feels. No i love you more) and anon no i love you the most 😡😡😍🥰🥰😘

IT’S FUNNY, REALLY. 

It’s comedy gold how people cry about how they’re gonna miss you and forget your name the next following day. Is it because you didn’t give them any memories that are worth to remember? Or maybe you did, but the ‘bad’ kind.

But whatever the reason is, you’re just glad that you have no one crying that they’ll 'miss’ you.

Why?

Simple, you weren’t part of anyone’s memories—bad or good—and it’s amazing(ly pathetic). Your high school life is nothing special; you talked to a few fellow classmates about projects or whenever they want to borrow a pen.

And that’s all.

Being invisible is as amazing as it is. You have no embarrassing memories to remember and tell your grandchildren about and you have no shame in telling everyone you have friends.

Are you being sarcastic?

Yes.

yes you are.

Being a fucking loner is the worst. You have no one to gush about when you find a cute guy and you have no one to cry to when you come to a point in life and realize how utterly pathetic you are. Basically, you lived high school watching teenagers around you fall in love and get their hearts broken and—

“Watch out nerd!” Haechan glided through the hallways in his skateboard, his voice loud enough for everyone including you to hear, but you being you, ignored his warning and Haechan being Haechan, he purposely angled to hit you.

—Of course, how could you forget the boy who made your life a living nightmare ever since daycare.

Lee Donghyuck—who also goes by the nickname Haechan—is the devil’s son who stole your candies every trick or treating and stole your homeworks to claim as his own.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, blowing off the hair covering half your face and hurrying to grab all the papers from the ground. “Woops, didn’t see you there, Y/n. Say, you still haven’t grown ever since 3rd grade.” The skater boy teasingly grins, ignoring the pain on his butt when he fell off from his skater from the impact. “Maybe open your eyes, Lee.” You hissed back, standing up properly and leaving to avoid anymore conversation with him.

“Wait! I have to talk to…you…” Haechan watch your figure disappear from his sight and sighed, eyeing the camera threatening to show from his backpack. Oh well, there are other more opportunities to approach (annoy) you before graduation.

Still cursing the same boy who bumped into you while walking to class, you couldn’t help but reminisce on the bad memories that maybe, keyword: maybe, you’ll tell your future grandkids about.

The memory of the kid who pushed you out of the swings, Lee Donghyuck.

Or is the title 'The memory of the boy who made fun of everything that you’re doing, Lee Donghyuck’ a better title?

Maybe you’ll settle in 'The memory of the man who made ruining your life a natural talent, Lee Donghyuck’.

“I know you’re all excited in being grown-ass adults,” The teacher, Mr. Yun chuckles seeing his students cheer from what he said, “But I want all of you to know that being one isn’t easy. I’ve thought you kids ever since you all entered 1st year of high school and I’ve seen all of you grow into what you are now.”.

“Don’t cry Mr. Yun! We won’t forget you.” One student teases, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. “Me? Cry? Over all of you? No way! I’m actually really happy I won’t see any of your faces next year.” The teacher chuckles, leaning his back on the desk and eyeing everyone’s faces as if it was the last time.

“Ms. Y/n, any plans for college?” Mr. Yun catches by your quiet figure by the back end of the classroom. Only less then half turned their heads towards you, looking genuinely surprised that you existed.

Giving them a 'What? Surprised that I exist?’ look, you decided to shrug it off and answer the teacher, “J-Just to finish college…”, you said, not quite sure what to say. Mr. Yun nods at what you said and taps his chin, “That’s all? I’m sure there’s more, isn’t that right?.

Plans…plans…plans…ah! You have some! To start your life, forget about the horrors you had in high school, finally get some friends, and most importantly: never cross anymore paths with Haechan.

“…Yeah, I think that’s all.” You lied through your teeth, clicking on your tongue and faking out a smile. “Alright. Anyone else who has plans?” Mr. Yun looks around the class. Your glad he decides to let you go because you didn’t know what else to say, your plans are simple and it surely is not their business to know.

Feeling someone’s eyes on you, you looked around and held an eye contact with the devil himself. Haechan dropped his left eye into a wink and let out a cocky grin seeing you roll your eyes and look away. Just to get into your nerves more, he rummaged to his bag and took a crumbled paper, writing on it with his lucky pen.

In no time, a crumbled paper has been thrown on the back of your head.

Clenching your fist, you glared at the man and picked it up, not even bothering to read the message inside and throwing it in your bag—making a mental note that you’ll throw it out in the trash later after class.

Haechan’s lips slowly turned into a pout seeing that he did not grab your full attention and sighed, resting his head on his desk table. When are you just going to notice that you were never alone to begin with and that someone was willing to give you a shoulder to cry on if you just give him a chance?

And lunch happens.

What do you normally see in lunch? Well, there are girls pouring juices or cold water on their enemies or couples making out in the corner or just group of friends trying to skip school, so like you just said, lunch is pretty normal.

Just like how normal days go, you sit alone on the empty table and eat by yourself like some idiot who doesn’t have friends.

Oh wait, your not like some idiot who doesn’t have friends, because you are some idiot who doesn’t have friends.

Well, that’s life.

Munching on the sandwich your bought, you decided to stop watching the daily normal activities high school students do in lunch and get lost in your own little world. “I could buy ramen and banana milk to treat myself and celebrate that I finally got to graduate,” you mumbled to yourself, planning the small party that only you are invited at later night.

“Y/n!”

Turning your head in surprise that someone actually knew your name, your blood ran cold seeing one of Haechan’s friends, Mark Lee, smiling at you. “You’re…Y/n, right?”, he asks.

Be cool. Be cool. It’s not like he’ll eat you alive.

“Y-Yeehaw?”

Congratulations, now you understand why you don’t have friends.

“Oh?”, Mark raised a brow, chuckling at your awkward stiff figure, “Hyuck’s right, you’re a unique woman”. Putting down your sandwich, you give him a confused look, “Okay, I don’t know if ‘unique woman’ is supposed to insult me or compliment me.”

“Take it whatever you will.” He shrugs before licking his lips, “Listen, I came here because Hyuck wants to talk to you but you’re avoiding him at all cost.”. Frowning at the mention of his name, you groaned and closed your eyes, god, when will he stop? “If you know Haechan, then you would most probably avoid him.”

Mark nods, agreeing with what you said but sighs after, “He’s not that bad you know. He actually cares for the people he loves a lot. Like, we don’t notice this, but he really does.”.

You slowly let his words sink in, “A-And, what does that have to do with me?”

“Come on.” He mentions you to follow him before climbing on his skateboard. You silently debated if you would come or not, but hey, it’s almost graduation and you won’t see anymore Lee Donghyuck, so why not give him a chance? “Okay,” you breathe out, standing up and following Mark to wherever your cute childhood sworn enemy is.

The first thing you see is Haechan trying tricks with his skateboard while Renjun takes videos of him. “I got her!” Mark announced to his friends, stepping out of his ride to show your figure behind him. Renjun smirks and turns the recording phone where Haechan walks over to you.

“Finally, I got your attention.” Haechan says in relief, his board tucked on his right arm and his back pack swung on his left shoulder. “So what’s this important thing you gotta tell me that it took to the point where you had to send in poor Mark.”

“First of all, smile.” Haechan says, reaching for his new camera and adjusting it’s lenses.

What?

“What?” You echoed on your thoughts, confused as ever. “I said smile.” He repeats, levelling the camera by his eyes so he could finally do the one thing he wanted ever since he saw how hidden you are in all school photo books. “A-Are you trying to take a picture of me?” You ask the obvious, immediately covering your hands on your face. Haechan took a moment to roll his eyes, “No. I’m trying to make you jump of a building. Of course I’m taking a picture of you, now smile for the camera.”

“Give me three reasons why I should follow you.”

“One, I noticed that there are no photos of you smiling. Two, you barely have any pictures at all. And three, Mr. Yun said I have to take a picture of my most favourite memory and take it with me to college.” Haechan reasons out, his neck and ears flushing while mumbling out the last sentence.

“Have you gone mad?”

“Madly in love.” Haechan once again says with a quiet mumble that isn’t really quite that silent as you were able to hear him. He cleared his throat after a couple of seconds, “come on now! Smile for the camera.”

You brain wasn’t processing when you unconsciously smiled, not for the camera, but at his words. Your cheeks too flushed into different shades of pink as you did. “Now that’s a winner’s smile.” Haechan chuckled, taking a couple of shots quickly before you could realize anything.

“What winner’s smile? I’m not smiling, asshole. I’m frowning, see? I hate you.” You try to mask up your oddly fast beating heart with a frown, just like what you said. “I’ll take it, Y/n. Good shot, I’ll see more of you at college.”, Haechan grins as he takes a look of the photos he took, gesturing his friends that they had to leave before he stops and glances at you, “Also, you might want to check the note I gave you.”

So you did.

Hey Y/n, your world seems dark. But don’t worry, I’ll be the sun who’ll light you up ;)

There’s only two things circling your mind. One is why haven’t you threw it out in the trash yet and the other one is holy shit, he really had gone mad.

“Lee! I want those photos!” You scream behind him making Haechan smile widely while he walks away.

Guess the title of the story you’ll be telling your grandkids in the future is ‘The memory of how I met your grandpa’.

© AEHYEI, 2021

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Dating Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz would include:

(SOFT GIRL EDITION)

Requested? No

You don’t take Karate, but Hawk drags you to the dojo when he has practice.

It’s mostly cause he wants to show off in front of you, but he would never tell you that.

Johnny asked who you were the first day and after finding out that you’re dating Hawk he picks on him about it a lot.

He only lets you stick around because you like picking on Hawk too and he thinks it’s hilarious.

Cause Hawk wouldn’t let anyone else talk to him like that.

Hawk also tries extra hard at practice when you’re sitting in.

You tend to only pay attention to all the kicking and punching when he’s a part of it anyway. It’s very attractive.

He’d either smirk or blush when he caught your eye. There is no in between.

Hawk is very public about the relationship.

But it doesn’t hurt his reputation, as he is often seen either making out with you in the hallways or beating up someone who looked at you the wrong way.

Which isn’t exactly “bad boy” d*mning.

Everyone knows not to mess with you.

You’re the cutest little thing though so it’s confusing that the two of you got together.

You’re polar opposites.

But it works.

He keeps his cute little Princess safe from all the bad things in the world and you keep your big scary alpha male in check so he doesn’t lose himself along the way.

Your parents don’t like him.

He’s a Mowhawk wearing bad boy with a temper and fight training.

Can you really blame them?

He’d never hurt you though.

And after he saves you from a bunch of dirtbags that were trying to rough you up on your way home one day, they’re more okay with him being around.

He’s so overprotective, like it’s borderline a problem.

But he’s also good about listening to you.

If you tell him to chill, he’ll try his hardest to do so.

It’s the Eli in him.

Sometimes it’s hard though.

Kids can be cruel and if they mess with you Hawk can be ruthless.

You wouldn’t take him any other way, though.

Cause your Hawk Moskowitz was perfect.

(I have more Eli/Hawk content in the works, I promise. I’m just way too much of a perfectionist 😂)

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Regulus Black Fluff Alphabet

regulus x gn! reader

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warnings; brief mentions of food and anxiety

from this alphabet

A - Affection; how they like to show their love.

Regulus does a lot through touch and reassuring looks/smiles. He finds it hard sometimes to express just how he feels about you, especially considering expressions of love were severely lacking in his life. But when he holds your hand or caresses your face, he feels as if he's spilling all his secrets, and hopes that you understand them.

B - Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

Your warmth. At first it was practically disarming, but overtime he learned to embrace it and miss it when it was absent, when you were absent. It would be so different to what he was used to, especially with the people closest to him. But he would adore the change that was you.

C - Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

Most of the time he likes to have his arms around you, sitting up slightly while you lay against his chest. There's a sense of safety he finds in knowing that you can hear his heartbeat and that it doesn't scare you off. But sometimes, he likes it when you take him in your arms and he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

D - Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

He is simply a hopeless romantic, and loves to dance with you when it's dark and raining outside, when the two of you are almost completely alone. He loves watching you smile as the rain seeps into your clothes and dampens your hair, and when you rest your head on his chest for some shelter.

E - Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

Regulus likes to understand things before he gets excited about them with you. If you come running to him with an elated expression and start rambling about whatever brought you this pleasure, he'd want to know why. He'd want to understand you and relate to you. Almost always, he'd become just as excited as you.

F - First Date; your first date together.

The Astronomy Tower. Regulus would want to be alone with you, without prying or judging eyes. It wouldn't be much, maybe some snacks and a drink he brought for you, but he would want to hear you talk and laugh and to see you smile. He'd want to know your likes and dislikes, the memories you cherished, and things you looked back on and laughed at.

G - Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

For Regulus, his future goals remain largely unclear. Before you, he thought it was simple, but afterwards it would become far more complicated. With the weight of his family, and Sirius' abandonment making it heavier, he would often try to avoid the thought. But if you ever brought it up, he'd tell you that wherever you were, he would be.

H - Honesty; how open are they with you?

Very. Trust is something extremely important to him. While he may not tell you everything the second it happens, he does have every intention of letting you see every side of him, even the parts he wished would vanish from existence. Upon getting to know you, the trials of his family would be revealed slowly, rather than all at once, so he didn't overwhelm you. Of course, he'd be terrified, but he knew it was better that way, and he knew that you would love him all the same.

I - I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

Regulus does not say it first, though he'd be sure he felt it first. He confesses straight after you, though, and gradually says it more and more over time. Expressing his feelings would not come easy, and sometimes, rather than tell you how much he appreciated you for listening or how beautiful he thought you were, he simply said 'I love you' in replacement, hoping that it would be enough.

J - Jealousy; do they get jealous?

Not necessarily jealous, but rather insecure. When he sees you laughing with someone else, he'd wonder whether they were better suited to you--they were warmer, more free, happier. Perhaps he brought you down, perhaps he weighed you down, and though he didn't express these insecurities out loud, he'd always seem to be easily read by you. And you'd always be there to reassure him when you needed to.

K - Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

Your hands. For Regulus, hands mean so much, represent so much, and yours are his to kiss and hold as much as he pleases. To him it would feel incredibly intimate, despite the fact that your hands can touch others, but that they're only his to kiss and hold. People can always get close, but never as close as he can.

L - Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

The majority of the time, you are the little spoon. He likes the idea that he is able to protect you, actually make you feel safe and wanted; it's one of the things he prides himself on. But, there woulds be times when he needed to feel that, and revelled in the warmth of your embrace tightening around him, holding him close.

M - Melody; what’s your song together?

I think your song together would be 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' by The Beatles.

N - Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

Yes a few. Some of them would include 'treasure' and/or 'my treasure' because he adores you and could not think of anything better than you. For him, you are what people search for their whole lives, sometimes without ever finding it. And, because he speaks French, ‘mon chéri /ma chérie' for definite.

O - Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

It wasn't necessarily hard, just gradual. However, you would have always suspected that Regulus did not have it easy and were content with him going at his own pace, and appreciating that he was brave enough to reveal it all to you. It never seemed too slow, rushed, or overwhelming--he picked his timings well and never let things become too heavy. He'd also be very conscious that everyone had their own burdens, and would make sure he always left time and room for you to air anything you wanted or needed.

P - PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Not very much at all. He prefers to show you his love when it's just the two of you. But he isn't afraid to let other people know that you're in a relationship, and will often intertwine his fingers with yours, whisper things in your ear, and kiss your temple.

Q - Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

He never signs his name, he always signs R.A.B. Even when it's small notes to you, little love letters, or ordinary letters, he will never sign it as Regulus, but with his full initials.

R - Romance; how romantic are they?

So much. He loves leaving you love notes, writing love letters to you, slow dancing with you, playing music for you, watching the stars with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, snuggling up in bed with you with a good book. He loves to do it all.

S - Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

Not really. Perhaps only ones he thinks would unnecessarily hurt you, like what his family says about you. He doesn't tell you because he doesn't think it matters, they don't matter to him, only you do, and he wants their words to mean nothing.

T - Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

He likes to, and he tries. He certainly likes surprising you, even if only to see that smile. He likes taking you places, learning your favourite songs on the piano simply because you like hearing them, taking you on spontaneous trips or dates. He's not on for grand, public gestures, but he still keeps excitement in the relationship his own way. But he also knows when things need to be slow and calm, and doesn't mind it either way.

U - Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

He knows that most things said would be wrong, even if they were intended to be reassuring and understanding. Even when you talk about what's bothering you or don't, it can be hard to say the right thing. So instead, he takes you in his arms, rubs your back, kisses your cheek and gets you any comfort foods that you wish for. Sometimes, words speak far less than actions.

V - Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

With his family, and even with Sirius, Regulus can lose his temper very quickly, but you understand that their relationship has not been easy, nor do you care for his family. With you, it's rare that he loses his temper or raises his voice at you. When he does, there are usually other factors that have contributed to his mood, and he is quick to apologise afterwards.

W - Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

Your smile. So easily it can make him feel like he's falling from the stars, watching the constellations become smaller and smaller as he slips into the earth's atmosphere, burning and smiling and falling completely in love with you every time he sees it.

X - Xtra; random hc about them.

Regulus likes to speak in French to you when there are things he is too afraid to say or things he thinks sound more romantic when said in another language. Even if you can understand him, there's something less nerve-racking about saying it in French, it's almost like he's playing himself in another world, but still hopelessly in love with you.

Y - Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

He doesn't like to think about the future often because he knows how easily it can change and fail to meet your expectations. He only hopes that he is with you, facing whatever is to come. He prefers to focus on the present, where he already is with you.

Z - Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

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soft pre-relationship spike spiegel hcs

A/N: sorry these are so short sigh. Hope you like them anon and thanks for my first Cowboy Bebop request!! YALL PLEASE SEND IN MORE REQUESTS CAUSE I HAVE AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION WITH THIS MAN 

when Spike meets you, he treats you just like how he treats everyone else 

indifferent, uncaring, cold, bored, cocky

no matter what you do, he always just seems indifferent or annoyed with you 

you and Faye always complain about him and neither of you care if he even hears your complaints

it goes on like that until you showed up on one of Spike’s missions and kicked some serious ass, including Spike’s for being so reckless 

ever since then, he’s been a hopeless fool in love with strong feelings 

you don’t even notice the change at first 

it started off with very simple, subtle things

he’d save the last can of soda for you (without you having to bribe him)

he’d go with you on missions to help you (without you having to bribe him)

he started bringing back little trinkets and knickknacks for you when he went to a place you’ve never been before (again, without you having to bribe him)

he even gives you part of his earnings after a successful bounty hunt (and even when you deny it, he always ends up sending it to your electro-wallet and every time you try to return it, he’d deny it or just send it right back to you)

he was acting major sus

anytime you tried to confront him and ask him why he’s being so nice, he’d just brush you off and claim he’s always been like this, which makes you, Faye, Jet, and even the dog laugh

he glared at each of you, of course

when you confront him a second time, you make sure that you two are alone 

“Hey, I appreciate all the stuff you’re doing for me, but...why are you doing it?” you ask him quietly one day in his workshop 

he looks up from his gun that he’s cleaning to raise a brow up at you 

“I’m flirting with you, dumbass,” he states bluntly, a smirk crawling onto his face when you get flustered and start stuttering

“Well, I—you can’t just—why would—”

he hums and stands up, looming over you and reminding you just how much taller he is than you 

“Why don’t we go on a date, firecracker?” he asks in a voice so low that your stomach does a flip

you don’t even mind that he just used that stupid nickname that you hate since your brain is too preoccupied focusing on how close he is to you

he’s used it ever since the first time you fought in front of him

some idiot was flirting with you and when they went to grope you, you broke their hand 

unbeknownst to you, Spike thought it was super hot 

he’s found that he has a thing for people who can kick his ass if they wanted to

you’ve never seriously tried to fight him before though

eh, maybe one day ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Um, okay,” you mumble, nervously playing with your hands

he hums and takes your hands into his, tugging you closer towards him

he then lets go one of your hands to tilt your head back to look up at him 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, waiting for any sign that you don’t want that 

when all you do is let out a shaky sigh and slip your eyes closed, he leans down and connects your lips to his 

you expected it to be fast-paced and hungry, but all you receive is softness and a kiss so sweet and passionate that your toes curl

you two end up kissing for so long that everyone starts wondering where you two ran off to 

when they catch you two kissing, Spike just looks smug while watching you get flustered and try to splutter out an explanation 

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