#also they intentionally forgot to ask for each others names

[bories]

finally posting this,, i did my best to proofread and stuff but i have been exhausted for three days so im sorry if anything seems rushed or weird,,, some things were intentional though. i hope you guys like it for now, and ill be working on more whenever i can :))

edit: added a cut/"keep reading" line

vanilla, please ... wyatt lykensen x reader

word count: 1225, warnings: none :)

"Good morning! What can I get for you?" the cashier asks with a smile.

"Could I get vanilla?" you answer.

"Of course! What size?"

"Small, please."

"Small vanilla, coming up!"

You pay and step to the side, towards the pick up counter, so the next person in line can place their order.

A man makes himself known with a polite "Excuse me?"

You turn around to see who it was, "Huh, yeah?" He didn't seem familiar.

"Sorry, I've just never had 'froyo' before. What would you recommend?" You notice his faint lisp as he speaks. He's dressed in the Seabrook Public Works uniform with the addition of a SPW hardhat and noticeably thick glasses.

"Oh, well, I don't know -- I, personally, always get vanilla. But I don't know what you'd like," you answer, chuckling.

He smiles and nods before walking off to place his order. You watch curiously, "Vanilla, please." He turns to you again with a grin, sort of proud of himself. You smile back, he was almost cute.

"Alright then," the cashier pokes her screen. "And what size?" she asks him, looking up from the screen. The boy looks confused, and looks back at you for an answer.

"Oh," you catch on, "uh, small?" you blurt out, looking back and forth between them. You justify your answer to yourself, Small is good, maybe he won't like it and this way he won't waste much, right? Sure. Although, truth be told, you just said what came to mind first.

He smiles and looks back at the cashier with another nod. "Another small vanilla, coming up!"

"Thank you," he hands her his money before he steps towards you again.

"Yeah, no problem," you respond. "If you don't mind me asking, how haven't you had froyo before?" Everyone in Seabrook has to have at least tried froyo -- even Zombies. Although, zombies only got to try things like froyo after they were allowed to work and attend school in Seabrook. It's just one of those "Classic Seabrook" things. Like cheer, or those weird looks people give zombies no matter how long it's been since they've been integrated.

"Oh," he pauses for a second. "I'm just… new to town. My family and I moved here just a week or so ago," he explains. You look at him, still a little confused. "From out of state," he adds on. You nod slowly.

"Cool," you respond politely, with an uncertain nod. You don't exactly buy his story, but there's nothing really outwardly dangerous about him, so you decide to ignore it.

"Two small vanillas!" a worker calls out beside you. They push it towards you on the counter, give you a small smile, and return to their work. You and the boy each pick up a cup and sit at a table across from one another.

You continue the conversation, "Again, if you don't mind me asking," you laugh, "How old are you? You seem pretty young to be working at the plant." He looks confused.

"'The plant'?" he questioned.

"Yeah, you know," you gesture to his hat and uniform, "the Seabrook Power plant. At least, that's what I'm assuming the hardhat's for."

"Oh! Oh -- yeah, it's an internship!" he answers proudly.

"Oh, cool! I didn't know they offered internships there," you say, tilting your head. "Wait, so, how old are you?"

"Sixteen!" said proudly, again.

"No way! Me, too! So does that mean we're going to Seabrook high together this year?" Meeting a new student before the school year even starts is exciting for you. Especially when your social circle has been consistent with the same people for a year.

"Uh," he hesitates, but you just nod and smile in anticipation, "yeah! Unless we, uh, move again sometime soon, definitely!" It came out a little awkward, but you brushed it off as normal "meeting a new person" jitters.

"Cool!" you hadn't realized you were leaning in until you slump back in your seat. "I could even show you around the school if you want! I mean, it's only my second year here, but I've seen every nook 'n' cranny from the basement to the roof!" you boast.

"Only your second year?" he repeats with a tilt of his head.

"Yeah, Zombies weren't allowed to attend Seabrook High 'til last year. We weren't allowed to do a lot of things 'til last year, really," you trail off.

Sensing the sudden tension, he speaks up again. "I'd love a tour from you," he says simply, with a kind smile. This one is different to the playful grins he'd given you before, it was more sincere and caring.

You can only hear your heartbeat, it's louder than usual and your chest thumps with each pulse. His eyes, enlarged by his glasses, study yours calmly.

A moment of shared silence passes, until you break it with a whisper, "Awesome." The two of you share another grin.

Your eyes flicker down to the untouched froyo in front of you. The boy, who's been focused on your eyes, does the same.

Embarrassed, you cringe, "Sorry, my rambling distracted us from the froyo."

"No, no, it's okay! Froyo can wait," he counters.

"Well," you glance at your cup again, "it sort of can't. It'll melt."

He looks confused as he takes a better look at his cup. "Oh." You cover your mouth and snort, trying to hold in your laugh. He sits still, only shifting his eyes to meet yours. You can't help it then, and you both laugh until your lungs hurt.

"Well," you catch your breath, "try some before it's gone!"

He picks up the pink plastic spoon and looks to you as if to say "like this?" You smile and nod in encouragement, and he scoops some of the half-melted yogurt up, and plunges it into his mouth. You inspect his facial expressions, trying to guess his opinion on it.

"Mm," he mumbles, "not bad." He smiles goofily at you, before he immediately wolfs down the rest.

"Oh," you laugh, "well, I'm glad you liked it!"

"'Liked it?' That was great! I haven't had something this good in -- in I don't know how long!"

"Really? What do you normally eat where you're from?"

"Uh," he chuckles awkwardly, "nothing compared to this! Right?" he forced another laugh and changed the subject, "I'm glad I asked for your recommendation, though. Talking to you's been really fun," he beams.

"Yeah, you, too," you smile. He really was fun to talk with. He interests you.

He's got his oddities, for sure, but they seem so harmless and, honestly, they only make me that much more curious to get to know him. I'm looking forward to seeing him more often.

"This really has been great, and I'd love to do this again, but I have to go. I'm sorry," he explains, pushing his chair backwards as he stands.

"Oh," I want to see him again, "then, uh," do something about it "well," just say it "How about tomorrow?" He looks at you expectantly. "We can just talk over froyo again, just like today! Same time and everything -- and we could get more since you liked it and it'd be fun. Unless you don't want to, which is also fine!" shut up, you're rambling.

He just smiles simply, and you could swear you saw a twinkle in his eye.

"I'll be here."

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

synopsis: in which you friendzone them to protect your feelings, ignorant to the way they feel about you

characters: diluc, xiao, and kaveh x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, , slight swearing (i think), mentions of alcohol/ being drunk, spoilers for kaveh’s backstory, kaveh’s part is actually so long i’m so sorry

notes: got the idea for this out of the blue, but really liked it! i had a lot of fun writing these and would honestly be down to make a part two if you guys want it. also kaveh’s part was written before he was officially released this patch, so if anything is inaccurate, i apologize!

Diluc:

When Diluc had asked you to attend an event at his house in honor of the winery, you hadn’t expected it to be so extravagant. Though, perhaps it was because it was the first time you had ever been to his house. Either way, you were in awe at the sheer luxuriousness everything seemed to possess.

“Wow, I seriously cannot believe you’ve never invited me to your house before,” you tease as your eyes glanced around the room. The dining table was huge and lined with various dishes you didn’t even know existed. Not to mention what the entire house looked like in general. You were too scared to touch anything in fear of it breaking.

“I did invite you over — several times, if you can recall. But according to you, you’re just so busy you never have the time,” the red haired male corrected you as he moved slightly behind you to guide you across the room, shoulders bumping together every so often.

“Well if I had known you were living like this maybe I would’ve made the time,” you joked, intentionally bumping your shoulder into his as you threw a smile toward him. His eyes averted themselves from your face and smiled off into the distance, completely ignoring your jests about his wealth.

The two of you had continued to joke around with each other playfully as he walked you around his house to give you a tour of sorts. You had noticed all the people around as you walked, all laughing and enjoying the delicious food and wine Diluc had provided. Even Kaeya was here, you noted to your own surprise, seemingly catching up with some of the maids.

“Oh, I almost forgot, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Diluc interrupted your moment to observe. His hand moved to the lower half of your back to guide you in the direction of blonde haired woman in maid attire. Your hand shook hers as Diluc introduced her to you, “This is Adelinde, the head housemaid of the winery.”

You smiled and told her your name, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Diluc’s best friend.”

“Oh,” she said strangely, as if you had said something wrong. Almost seamlessly, Adelinde covered up her tone as she spoke again, “Ahem, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. Please do enjoy yourselves tonight and let me know if you need anything.”

Diluc cleared his throat and put his hand around your shoulders as you said your goodbyes. Although, the second she was out of your sights, he dropped it, “So, how about some food?”

You hesitated, sensing something was wrong. His smile looked stiff, like it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. You could almost sense desperation within his tone, like he didn’t want you to start your usual interrogation when you thought something was wrong, “Oh um, sure.”

He walked you over to the table standing next to your side, but didn’t dare to put a hand on you like usual. It wasn’t something you often paid any attention toward, but now it just felt weird — cold even.

“I’ll go grab you some fresh wine from the cellar, take whatever you’d like,” Diluc said quickly before rushing away. Your brow furrowed as you watched him disappear from your sight.

“What’s with the frown?” a silk voice asked. Your eyes snapped up to meet the blue haired man you knew to be Diluc’s brother, Kaeya.

“Long time no see, Kaeya,” you said, turning your attention back to the food as you served yourself a plate. Kaeya grabbed one too and began filling it as well.

“Oh, you should try these, they’re delicious,” he said as he placed a small dessert on your plate, “but don’t tell Diluc I said that. Can’t have him thinking I like his baking or anything.”

He continued as he grabbed himself another glass of wine off the table next to the food, “Anyway, what’s up with the gloom expression? Don’t tell me Diluc hurt your feelings?”

“No,” you grumble. It had been awhile since you had last seen Kaeya. Not that it was on purpose, because honestly, you never had a problem with him like Diluc did. Time just didn’t seem to allow the two of you to meet aside from a few times a year. “If anything, it was the other way around. Problem is, I don’t know what I did.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, Diluc is very fond of y—“

“Kaeya. Leave them alone,” Diluc interrupts with an annoyed look, shooing Kaeya away. Kaeya leaves without a word. A sly expression was on his face, hoping you would catch on to what he was trying to tell you.

Diluc held the bottle of wine in front of him, silently offering you some. You nodded your head and he poured you a glass before making another excuse to walk off again. The same thing seems to happen a few more times before you reach the end of the night. What had started off as a fun event for the two of you to enjoy, seemed to trickle into nothing but misery for the both of you.

The walk home was quiet. Honestly, you weren’t even sure why he had offered to walk you home if he was just going to stay silent the entire time, “You didn’t have to walk me home if you’re just gonna have to walk all the way back, y’know?”

“It’s fine,” he said curtly, not even making eye contact with you, “I have to go to Angel’s Share anyway. There’s some paperwork I have to pick up.”

“Oh.”

It’s silent again for the next ten minutes of the walk. It isn’t until you’re approaching the bridge to the city that you speak up again, “Diluc?”

“Yeah?”

You sighed and stopped walking, “Listen…did I maybe, I don’t know, say or do something to upset you? Because if I did, I’m really sorry and I just want things to not be awkward between us.”

You could tell he was contemplating not answering you by the frustrated expression on his face. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally spoke, still staring somberly off into the distance, “Answer this honestly. What are we? What is this?” His hands gestured between you and him as he spoke. His tone is rushed and there’s bitterness behind it.

“Well, we’re friends…aren’t we?” you carefully asked, almost questioning yourself.

“That’s the problem,” Diluc finally cracked, “I don’t want to be just friends. This entire time I thought that maybe there was something more than that between us…but I suppose I was wrong.”

Your eyes widened and your hands moved to grip tightly around his own before he could walk away from you again, “Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve told you I felt the same if you had just, I don’t know? Said something about it? How was I supposed to know you had feelings for me?”

“I’m sorry, what? So you do feel the same way?”

You put two and two together and a teasing smiled made it’s way back to your face,“Archons, was this all because I introduced myself as your best friend to Adelinde?”

“What? No, of course not,” Diluc adamantly denied your accusation. He grabbed your hand and began to pull you away while you burst out laughing at the realization, “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“No! I barely drank anything, you liar,” you punched his shoulder, “Admit it, you were upset you got friendzoned and —“

Diluc turned around swiftly, pulled you toward him and placed his lips on yours within a matter of seconds, effectively shutting you up. His fingers interlocked with yours as he pulled away and began to walk you to your house. When you arrived at your doorstep, you turned around and placed one final kiss on his lips.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” you smiled. Diluc looked away again, failing to resist the smile that tugged at his lips. It was the first time Diluc had been genuinely happy in a long time.

He smiled as he turned away from your house to leave, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

Xiao:

Xiao felt his heart racing when he heard your voice calling his name from somewhere in Liyue. Somewhere he couldn’t pinpoint. There was pain in it, and Xiao hated when you said his name in any way that wasn’t positive.

“Xiao! Please,” he heard you call out again, this time more pained than the last. The sound of your cries echoed in his ears and a feeling of his own pain surrounded his heart.

A few seconds longer and you could’ve ended up dead. It’s all Xiao could think about when he finally made it to you, heavily breathing in and out from how scared he was to lose you.

You were covered in bruises and bathed in blood — whether or not it was your own, he wasn’t sure. Your eyes were half shut and your head was leaned back in relief at the sight of him. Several abyss mages of varying elements lie dead on the ground around you. Your polearm lay amongst them, cracked in half and dented all over.

Xiao spotted your vision a few feet away, anemo like his own. He gathered it quickly alongside your polearm before securing it on him so he could pick you up. Once his arms were wrapped carefully around you, he didn’t hesitate to teleport away and back to the inn.

“Here, lay down,” he spoke curtly. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he moved across the room to fetch his medical supplies. This wasn’t the first time he had to treat your injuries, but it wasn’t often that it was this bad.

Xiao worked quickly with your injuries, it was effortless and he was careful not to hurt you. Unbeknownst to you, his heart was racing out of control the entire time. Not only was there left over anxiety from when you had first called for him, but it had carried over and made itself at home as he worked away at your injuries. There was too much red oozing out of your body and the bruises were only growing.

What if he hadn’t gotten there on time? What if he was only a few seconds later? What if he hadn’t heard you call out for him?

“Archons, I am feeling so much better,” you interrupted his poisonous thoughts. Your leg was lifted into the air as you inspected the bandages wrapped around it and all the bloodied rags that sat beside you on the floor.

Xiao’s eyes hardened for a moment while looking over you, an unreadable expression within them, “Please do not get injured like this again.”

Contrary to his eyes, yours softened and you took his hand in yours, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just—“

“It’s fine,” he cut you off when he began to feel weird, not used to people caring about his feelings. Xiao helped you up and out of the bed, his arms wrapped around yours to keep you stable as he walked you to the bathroom counter to finally change out of your bloodied clothes.

Your face was close to his as you spoke, “No, Xiao, really. I can’t thank you enough for all the times you’ve helped me out and even allowed me to help you. You just mean so much to me and I’m so lucky to have you as a friend.”

‘So lucky to have you as a friend’

It echoed in his mind over and over again, more than the voices of his late yaksha friends. For once, another source of pain had finally outmatched his past.

You didn’t see him how he saw you.

Xiao felt his body go cold at the realization. He remained oddly silent as he helped you to the bathroom, not even bothering to give you a response or so much as a simple nod. As soon as you were actually in the bathroom, he backed up immediately and nodded before mumbling something about needing to take care of some other stuff. He had even disappeared before you could utter a goodbye.

Not returning for hours was something you were used to when it came to Xiao. He wasn’t social at all, and that was something you readily accepted when you first offered to become friends with him — even if he declined over and over again.

But hours turned into days and days turned into a week. Xiao hadn’t returned since that night you were injured.

You weren’t sure what happened to him. Maybe he was hurt while out protecting, or maybe he was just in one of those weird social slumps again. But when Xiao finally ran into you one day, it was undeniably awkward between the two of you.

“Xiao?” you urgently called out to him, a mix of worry and shock in your voice, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied bluntly, eyes barely looking at yours. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but there.

You squinted your eyes, analyzing him carefully, “That’s it? I haven’t seen you for a week! I get injured and then all of the sudden you just freak out and leave? It doesn’t make any sense. Listen, if something happened, you can tell—“

“Nothing happened. I said I’m fine,” he cut you off before turning his body and grabbing his polearm, ready to teleport off like he always did. You quickly grabbed his arm before he could though, a tight grip that wasn’t painful but made sure he couldn’t escape.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“Ugh, could you stop holding my hand like that.”

“Huh?” Your phase morphed into shock, confused as to why he suddenly cared about you holding his hand. You’d done it in the past, so it wasn’t like it was anything new to him. Besides, you were always careful not to do anything to freak him out.

“If we are just friends, then I do not want you holding my hand like that,” Xiao said before pulling his hand from yours with a harsh sigh.

“Wait, what?” you asked quickly before he could leave, “What does this have to do with us being friends?”

Xiao stared blankly at you for a few seconds, like he was contemplating whether or not he should speak again, until finally, he confessed, “The other day…you thanked me for being such a good friend. That is not what I want.”

A pang hit your chest and a tiny prick rippled behind your eyes at his confession, “You don’t want to be friends anymore?”

“Huh? Why would you think such idiotic things? No— I mean yes, I do want to be your friend. But I do not want to be…just friends,” Xiao explained. His cheeks were beginning to turn red and his eyes averted even more. He was nervous, you finally realized.

“You…you have feelings for me? Xiao, you should’ve told me. Avoiding me for a week straight wasn’t cool, you know?”

Xiao nods and crosses his arms, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer until you added on, “I have feelings for you too. I really like you, Xiao. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were just a friend, but I also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or scare you off or something.”

“It’s okay,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper. His hand twitched before it quietly reached for your own and took it in his. His grip was firm, like he was scared you would leave.

“Xiao?” You grabbed his attention when you noticed his eyes falter, like he still couldn’t quite grasp the reality of your feelings.

“Yes?”

“I really like you, okay? I don’t want you to ever think otherwise.”

Kaveh:

“Kaveh! Look at this!” your smile lit up as you dragged Kaveh toward a merchant selling various little trinkets. Kaveh willingly followed, idiotically smiling behind you at your childlike excitement. His hand tightly gripped around yours to ensure you wouldn’t go too far or get separated from him.

The two of you had decided to take a greatly needed break after working for hours upon hours each day for the past two weeks on a shiny new blueprint for a brand new Akademiya research center in the desert. The complications of what the research required versus the heat in the desert and its effect on the lab materials was making it difficult to come up with a practical, yet complex enough lab for the researchers. The headache it had brought upon the two of you was no joke, and you had finally realized that a break was the only thing that would get you through the block you were collectively stuck in.

“Hello, dears,” the old woman spoke gently, a bright smile on her face that perfectly creased her eyes. She had an immensely warm aura to her and you couldn’t help but match her smile. Kaveh glanced to you, a small smile gracing his own face as his cheeks turned slightly pink. He couldn’t help it after he saw how good you looked today.

“So,” you started, eyes bouncing around to each and every item she had to sell, “How long has your shop been open? Everything here looks so beautiful!”

“Oh, why thank you, dear! It’s been open for nearly two decades now. It is indeed strange to see how much time has passed,” she answered happily, reminiscing on the early days of her shop. She had told you how she opened it with her husband, but how he had long since passed, to which Kaveh and you had offered your respects.

Your eyes danced over all the trinkets again, but you couldn’t help but notice the little figurines that looked like creatures from your childhood. You couldn’t quite place where you knew them from, but you picked it up regardless and fidgeted with it before turning to Kaveh, “I think I’m gonna get this one, what do you think?”

“It’s cute,” he said with a gentle smile, admiring the little blue plant like figure in your hand, “I think I’ll get one in red.”

You finished paying the kind woman for your purchases and thanked her dearly once the two of you were done. The conversation had continued a little while afterward, with both you and Kaveh intrigued in the stories she kindly shared with you.

The sun was beginning to near its setting time, you noticed. The blues were fading to oranges and reds and the air was beginning to get a little colder, signaling the night was on its way.

“Thank you again,” you told her, “These are really nice, I’ll be sure to place them in my workroom so I can see it everyday!”

“Oh, that’s awfully kind of you, dear. I must say, I admire the way you treat everyone as your friend. It’s truly a rare quality to find in someone these days,” she gushed.

“Thank you! I really just try to make everyone feel comfortable and welcome,” you explained before you said your goodbyes. The woman said her goodbyes too, telling the two of you to visit her again sometime soon and tell her all about the architectural work you guys do.

Kaveh nearly stopped in his tracks as he processed the conversation the two of you just had. You hadn’t even caught the hesitation in his voice or the sudden change in his mood.

You treat everyone like that?

“Ugh, she was so nice, wasn’t she?” you rambled, but Kaveh was only half listening. Not that you had noticed that either.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” he blurted out, not entirely sure that he had even heard you correctly. His eyes followed the pattern of his shoes pressing against the floor as he swung the bag next to him back and forth, lost in thought. You didn’t question him once.

It was quiet for the rest of the walk aside from you announcing that you were tired and were going to check in for the night. Kaveh had agreed and walked you home all while hoping that you wouldn’t notice his sudden quietness.

If Kaveh was being honest, his brain felt like it was spiraling out of control.

One moment he’s walking around with you all day, enjoying his time off. And the next, he can’t stop replaying a silly conversation with an old woman who he barely knew.

The worst part is, he couldn’t help but take it personally. Being treated like he was on a pedestal and then having it ripped away is something Kaveh is used to, but he never thought he would have to go through it with you.

You made him feel special, like one of a kind. The way your eyes always lit up so brightly when you greeted him at work everyday. The way you hugged him when you were feeling down and no one else. The way you always treated him to food and drinks without ever asking him to pay you back because you knew he was struggling — and not once did you ever make him feel bad about it. The way you would jump to hold his hand when you got excited about something or when you were scared when lightning would strike.

You never did any of those things with anyone else. But all this time, you made everyone feel like they were your friend, like they were special in their own way. For all he knew, you did little things like that with everyone and made them feel like one of a kind too. Maybe Kaveh was nothing, he thought, maybe he was really just like everyone else. Just your friend and nothing more.

Kaveh bowed his head to his chest when he arrived home, his hand leaned forward to support himself as he felt the tears coming on. Being emotional or overdramatic was something Alhaitham had always criticized him for, but you? You always taught him to embrace it and let what he was feeling out. You had helped him with so much of his life and moving on toward bigger and better things, but now he couldn’t help but feel bitterness in his heart.

The keys in the blonde’s hand returned back to his pocket almost immediately after retrieving them. His palm dragged down the gray wall of Alhaitham’s house and back to his side. Kaveh couldn’t bear to enter his own home, not at this hour with such painful thoughts in his mind. Alhaitham would probably nag him anyway, and he really didn’t feel like dealing with his cruel words tonight — and Kaveh never liked when they were about you. You didn’t deserve that, even if it was just a joke.

And so he returned to the tavern once more in his life. Drinking away his problems was unhealthy, you had told him, but right now he didn’t care. You weren’t here and there was no one around to stop him from throwing back drink after drink. It had been a long time since Kaveh had been truly drunk, but today was enough to turn him away from sobriety.

“Kaveh. Get up.” A voice echoed painfully in his ears.

“[Name]?” he mumbled out incoherently as he blindly reached toward the figure in front of him. Their hand swatted his away before swooping under to pick him up. Kaveh mumbled your name a few more times, desperately trying to figure out what was happening.

“Why are you at the Tavern, Kaveh? Have you not learned your lesson about drinking?”

Oh. That’s who it was. Kaveh should have known by the sharpness in the voice or the annoying familiarity it held.

“Alhaitham? Get off of me,” he tried pushing the Scribe away. Alhaitham didn’t budge as he slammed a few bills on the table and carried Kaveh out of the Tavern. Lambad waved him off, but thanked him for taking care of the architect.

Your name continued to slur from his mouth, blending together into what almost sounded like gibberish. Not to mention the near beating Alhaitham had endured as he carried Kaveh around Sumeru.

You, on the other hand, hadn’t expected a knock at your door at nearly two in the morning.

“Alhaitham? What’s going on? Why do you have Kaveh?” you quickly questioned. Alhaitham shoved Kaveh toward you, a pained groan falling from his lips as he fell into you. The Scribe explained the situation to you. How he had never seen Kaveh come home that night, but later found him at Lambad’s Tavern drinking himself to death as he cried to the sound of your name.

You could only muster a silent nod out, confused but entirely willing to take care of Kaveh. You cared a lot for him after all. Alhaitham had shown himself out afterward, telling you to drop him back off tomorrow so he won’t bother you too much with all his whining. You breathed out a strained laugh and then shut the door before you turned your attention back to Kaveh and helped him to your couch.

“Kaveh?” you asked gently as you tucked a blanket over his shivering body. Teary red eyes stared back at you blankly, refusing to answer. You sighed and then nodded, accepting he may not have been willing to tell you anything. And although you had never outright admitted it, drunk Kaveh was not someone you enjoyed dealing with, “If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help you.”

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t help me anyway,” he scoffed and turned away like a child who just got told they couldn’t have their favorite toy. You wanted to say your patience was wearing thin, but honestly, you could never truly be mad at Kaveh.

“Kaveh.”

It was silent for a moment. You could only see about half of Kaveh’s face as he buried the other half in the side of the couch with his hair covering parts of his eyes. The quiver of his lip, however, was not amiss to you. Neither was the quiet sniffle or the tears that gently slid down his face.

“It’s nothing,” he whispered to you, voice cracking as a hand quickly moved to his mouth to muffle his cries. He hoped you didn’t hear, but he knew you weren’t stupid.

“It’s not nothing. You’re hurt, Kaveh,” you rubbed his back. Kaveh leaned into your touch and brought his head up to meet your eyes.

Teary eyes stared into yours and he sighed before speaking, giving into you like he wished he always could have, “I thought I was more than just a friend to you. But I was stupid and I realized today that I’m not any more special than anyone else. You treat me just like you treat everyone else because you’re so kind and caring and— Archons, I am so stupid to believe that we were ever more than that.”

Kaveh paused before he spoke again, voice shakier than before, “I really don’t want you to leave, but I get it if you want to or if you don’t want to be friends anymo—”

Your lips were on his before he could finish his sentence. When you pulled back, you noticed his eyes widened like he had sobered up all at once, “You are special to me, Kaveh. I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t.”

Kaveh smiled as a few more tears spilled out of his eyes, “You really mean it?”

“With my whole heart.”

[floradinterlunium]

Times Jungkook Debunked Every Other Ship

People love to ship Jungkook with every woman that breathes next to him and well, Tae. Really, they love to ship him with everyone and anyone that has a name that doesn’t start with Jim and end with In. However, Jungkook has time and time again shown us where his affections lie. It’s not like he’s always doing it intentionally or to always prove a point. He, like anyone in a relationship, is exclusive when it comes to his partner. He does things for only Jimin that debunks any theories that involve him being with anyone other than Jimin. Let’s take a look at his “exclusivity.”

Birthday Gifts

Giving Birthday gifts in and of itself doesn’t scream relationship. However, giving a birthday present to only one member out of a 7 person group does raise a few red flags. 

This moment doesn’t necessarily debunk the notion that Jungkook is dating someone outside the group but it 100% debunks the notion that he’s dating Tae or anyone else in BTS.  Because let’s be real...if JK gave Jimin his supposed non boyfriend a gift for his birthday and not Tae, his supposed boyfriend then JK is a crappy boyfriend!

Also, let’s not forget the most romantic birthday gift of all...the all expense paid trip to Tokyo with the complimentary romantic Vlog dedicated to none other than Jimin--GCF Tokyo. 

Jungkook has never featured another member in his GCF’s the way in which he did and continued to do for Jimin. Even when it was suggested that he make one with Tae JK refused and kept making and featuring Jimin. With this Birthday gift Jungkook debunked every rumor that he was dating anyone other than Jimin. 

Some people like to play the “friends do this for friends” card and that earns them the biggest eye roll known to man kind because...really? Do friends take friends on vacation? Yes. Do friends create travel vlogs with their friends? Yes! But let’s not pretend that’s all that happened here. JK took Jimin on an all expense paid trip to Tokyo...he legit paid for everything--airfare, lodging, food, shopping and excursions--he later talked about how broke he was after that trip. He then documented that trip but for “some reason” forgot to include himself in that documentation. He made a 4 minute video highlighting just Jimin’s experience, zooming in on his features and made the audio a freaking love song! Don’t play the “it was a friend trip” card because there isn’t a person alive that if gifted with that trip and that vlog wouldn’t see it as romantic. And there isn’t a person alive that wouldn’t break up with/Kill their partner if they did that for their “just friend.” Jungkook debunked every other ship with this gift. Point, blank, period!

Compliments

I want to preface by saying giving people compliments doesn’t in itself mean anything. Friends give and should give each other compliments all the time. However, there is a boundary. Calling your friend “sexy” is a lot different than calling your friend “handsome.” This is especially true when you are in a relationship. Even in a relationship I am allowed to say people are handsome...but if I were to call my “just friend” sexy...that would hold a whole new meaning and I’d be in hot water. Handsome is just a general observation of attractiveness. Sexy implies desire! It’s saying you evoke sensuality and often times make “me” horny! 

Jungkook calls Jimin sexy...A LOT! And he Uwus over how cute Jimin is All the time. Not to mention he does it right in front of everyone’s salad. . . 

With the amount of times JK calls JM sexy and cute in front of members there’s no way he’s dating anyone else in BTS or in the world other than JM. It would be very cruel for JK to be dating Tae but constantly call Jimin Sexy in front of him.

Some might say he’s just being funny when he says it...it’s very clear that many times JK is more than joking...he gets choked up. Also...he is constantly calling Jimin cute. He thinks everything about Jimin is cute...even his toes.

And his eyes

And his whole body

  When JK was asked what his favorite part of members was JK  responded with a picture of Suga’s wrist, Jin’s finger, Tae’s ear, RM’s hand, J-Hope’s eye, and drum roll please. . . . . JM’s entire body. 

Now again this alone doesn’t debunk JK dating someone outside of BTS. I can imagine someone making an argument that this only proves JK is closest with JM. Now while this argument is weak it’s at the very least logical. An illogical argument would be that in light of this, JK is dating Tae (or any other member of BTS that isn’t JM). This is illogical because why would JK say he likes all of Jimin but only a part of his supposed boyfriend Tae? 

With this post JK completely destroyed the notion that taekook is real. He also destroyed the notion that he’s dating anyone other than JM!

Clinginess

There’s a reason satellite Jeon became JK’s honorary name. There’s also a reason why JM constantly jokes that JK is always copying him. When you are with someone all the time you start to adopt their habits...it’s natural and can’t be helped. 

Jungkook is always with Jimin. A Staff member even said “he never saw Jimin and Jungkook separated backstage.” Jimin has said “Jungkookie and I tend to stick together so often.” And JK said, “All the time, it’s just the two of us doing something at night.

I mean they are together so much that even members confuse their rooms.

The first pic Tae thinks JM’s room is JK’s (this in itself should prove Taekook aren’t a couple...the boy doesn’t even know where his apparent boyfriends room is lol). The last two pics you have Vmin choosing to share a room together and Hobi by impulse saying JM and JK will take this room. It was his knee jerk response because it’s what’s common.

Just the sheer amount of time Jikook spend together at odd hours disproves every other ship...because why wouldn’t JK be spending that time with his significant other...why would he choose to spend that time with JM ? What girl friend wouldn’t feel insecure about this?

Skinship

Last but certainly not least...SKINSHIP. I know I know...Jungkook doesn’t only engage in skinship with JM. He does it with Jin, Hobi, and Tae also. The difference is the way in which JK allows JM to touch him and the way in which he only touches JM. 

JK will hug, sit on other members laps, and even somewhat cuddle with other members. I say somewhat because typically he’s on the receiving end or not even aware (I.e. asleep). The only times he has been aware and has actively chosen to cuddle is typically with JM and sometimes Hobi also. JK however, has only ever sucked JM’s ear and allow JM to to suck his neck and rub up all on his chest. 

All in All...Jungkook consistently debunk Taekook, or any other ship he’s included in. Sometimes (More recently it seems) it’s intentional...most of the time it’s just him engaging with his partner how partners engage...exclusively. 

[callmerainman]

Wishing You Godspeed | Reigen Arataka x fem!Reader

fandom: Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

plot: you come back to Seasoning City after 3 years of working abroad. the night before your departure, you decide to call your ex-boyfriend Reigen Arataka to spend the night in one way or another.

word count: 1,3k

prompts: past relationship, exes, smut, making love, breaking up, angst, after sex, love talk, reuniting, kinda rough sex.

tw. explicit sexual content, minors DNI! 18+

Reigen mindlessly stirs the drink with his straw. He stares at the small vortex the motion created, then takes the cold lemon soda in his hand and takes a sip. He looks at you behind the glass, he catches you staring but he doesn't mind. You smile, calmly.

"Are you planning on staying?" he clicks his tongue on his palate before putting the drink down.

"I'll take the plane tomorrow morning" you reply, leaning towards him on the small table.

The bar was almost empty, and it was almost closing time. It was just the two of you.

"So you contacted me last minute" Reigen says.

He's not offended, or angry. It's just a statement. And he's also right, you intentionally called him last minute.

"I did, but I won't tell you the reason" you smile cunningly.

Reigen replies with a smirk of his own. He then stares at your lips as they envelope the edge of your glass of Moscow Mule. He feels his hands stinging. He had kissed those lips many times, he never forgot the feeling. It was such a unique and precise sensation that he never managed to find again in any other person he kissed after you two broke up. You had the chance to work in France and you couldn't refuse the opportunity of your whole life. Even if it meant breaking up with your boyfriend of 3 years Reigen Arataka. At first you weren't willing to leave him, but he was the one who insisted on letting him go and follow your lifetime dream of working abroad. What hurt the most was that there was nothing wrong in your relationship. You two loved each other so deeply, there was so much care. But maybe love just wasn't enough.

This is your first time coming back to Seasoning City after breaking up with him. It's been 3 years. During your time in France you both agreed to not text too much because otherwise it would be too difficult to move on. You only got in touch casually just to check up on each other, wishing happy holidays or birthdays or asking how work's going. You were really indecisive about asking him to meet up after your quick visit to the city, so you promptly decided to not tell him until the very last day. You didn't want to ruin the rest of the week for anybody.

"That's okay" Reigen says, leaning back on his chair "it's not like we're going to do anything, right?"

~~~

By the time you close the door behind you, Reigen has you already pinned against it. Your hands struggle to undo his belt, which drops on the floor with a clacking sound along with his grey suit pants. One of his hands is travelling up your tight, gripping it under your skirt. His face is just inches away from you, but you don't have time to kiss. You inebriate yourself with the feeling of his hot breath against your mouth. He lifts up your skirt, moves your panties to the side and thrusts into you so sweetly. You moan in response, gripping his clothed back. Reigen has now one hand fisted in your hair, and the other plunged into the soft flesh of your waist. His thrusts are determined, needy, each one banging on the door of his apartment.

"Fuck..." he pants "I love you so much..."

You just nod in response as you try to suffocate your desperate moans in his shoulder. You start repeating his name like a chant, just like you used to do. You wrap your leg more tightly around him, to open up a bit more. Your neck tickles as Reigen groans against it, his breathing becoming erratic as he holds you even closer. He feels so good inside you and your vision is becoming blurry. You happily let him tighten the grip on your hair, each one of his fingers curling and holding onto them as if it was a life or death situation.

Then, Reigen finishes. You come just a couple of seconds after, announcing it with a loud moan, a pull on his pink tie, and his name whispered under your breath as you throw your head backwards against the door. Reigen gently puts your leg down and then presses his forehead against yours as you both try to catch some hair. Then you take his face between your hands, make him look up just right into your eyes, and then you kiss him with all the energies you have left. It's a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, but still full of the time you've lost as you feel his tongue against yours once again.

"If you really love me, stay with me tonight" you say.

~~~

It's getting so late. You and Reigen made love again, this time in his bedroom, only the lamp on his nightstand dimly lighting up your converging bodies. After Reigen collapsed on top of you, you held him close to your heart as you caressed the back of his head with slow strokes. Now he's lying on his back, one arm stretched behind his head and the other wrapped around your shoulders as you rest your head on his chest.

"Did you have sex with other women while I was gone?" you ask, but you're calm. You're not asking this with animosity.

Reigen doesn't seem surprised by the question "Yeah. Women, men..."

"Were they as good as me?"

"No, never"

"You can be honest"

"But I am honest. And did you have sex with anybody else?" he asks back.

"Yeah, occasionally"

"Were they as good as me?"

"No, I can assure you"

"Really?"

"I never fell in love anymore"

Reigen is caught by surprise by the change of subject. Your tone is serious, pensive.

"Not once?" his fingers start drawing circling motions around your shoulder.

"I tried to fall in love ...I really did. Because I wanted to. I wanted to feel what I'm feeling right now again, with someone else. But I just couldn't"

You look up, Reigen is pressing his lips together. He looks frustrated and in peace at the same time, it's absurd.

"Do you still love me, (Y/N)?"

"Of course I do. I'm still in love with you, even if I tried to forget you and I will keep trying" you answer.

"Well, I still love you too"

"I know, you said it to me while fucking me against the door"

Reigen sighs, embarrassed "Yeah, right"

You smile sheepishly "You're sweet"

"Mh mh"

You feel two of his fingers grazing your chin, before lifting it up and meeting your lips halfway with his mouth. It's a long, welcoming and warm kiss. When you separate, Reigen sighs in resignation.

"I tried to fall in love again too but I couldn't. Nothing feels remotely like this, even though I still hope to fall in love with someone else. I can't keep chasing you" he whispers.

You close your eyes "Arataka, turn off the light"

Reigen nods and reaches for the lamp switch, flipping it off. He can still see your features shining under the moonlight, and you take your time to admire him back. Then, you speak again.

"Tomorrow you'll wake up in an empty bed. And please, don't open your eyes. I want you to remember me naked and cuddled with you on this bed. I don't want you to see me drifting away from you again. Just know that in my lifetime I will try to go back to you as fast as I can, because I love you Arataka. But by the time I'm gone, please try to fall in love again, I'll do the same. We might need some time but please let's fall in love again with someone else because we deserve to feel this love again, even when we're apart"

Silently, Reigen nods. You could feel his uncertainty in the way he stopped breathing for a second.

"Okay, (Y/N). I promise"

You stayed up a couple of hours more, just talking, and kissing, and caressing your bare bodies under the moonlight spreading across the room. Then, you feel your eyes closing by themselves. You're really tired, and tomorrow you have to go. Time to go to bed now.

"Goodnight, Reigen. Hope to see you soon. I wish you Godspeed"

"Goodnight, (Y/N)"

«this love will keep us through blinding of the eyes»

[keykittygirl]

Does Keya have a favorite food?

Well...

She does actually...

At new Year before the spiders minions being released to the city, the time Redson was just heating up the stoves while DBK was still on his way heading toward where his 'son' is (which is in a food atand he just prepared)

Mrs. Xing and the other caretakers are taking all the orphan to watch the new year parade and fireworks.

All the kids get to buy one thing each, and it's can be a meal or something else as long as it cheap.

It was Keya turn to pick things for her to bought, and Mrs. Xing were the one that accompanying her, as they stumbled upon Red food spicy food stand, and Keya ask Mrs. Xing if she can buy that.

Although Mrs. Xing is a bit hesitate at first on seeing the level of the food, but Keya have always been a spicy food lover so she bought her a bowl of inferno level spicy noodle (Keya pick that level) as the noodles was the cheapest menu there.

And well she took a bite, and immediately take another bite till she finished her bowl, even though she knows Red was the one that attack the city long time ago, she decided to thank him (cuz he's been acting nicely at them) and say that his food is so yummy that she actually wanted more but can't.

Red who's surprised seeing a 'mortal' child manage to finish a bowl of his inferno level noodles and thinks it's impressive, he also love the praise the child gave him, although seeing the child sad face cuz she can't have more, he decided to gave away a kebab sticks and a fried chicken (both on inferno level) to her for free.

So both Keya and Mrs. Xing thanks him before heading back toward the group while she ate her spicy meal happily.

He didn't tell his father anything about that customer of his.

And so...

After that day he often stumbled on the same 'mortal' child as she keeps on thanking him and praising his cooking, and start to intentionally appears near her with some spicy foods...

The traffic lights trio was just hang out after season three before chapter one of lotus and butterfly even started :

Mei : "hey Redboy what's that on your jacket?"

MK : appear behind red and looking at something that a bit pointed out from his jacket pocket

Red : "oh that's..." realizing something "OH... OH I forgot I have to do something for a bit!"

Immediately teleport with his flames

Mei : "what's up with him?"

MK : shrugged "dunno maybe he left something on his garage or something..."

On a different part of the city...

Keya : running away from kidnappers again her cloak flattering by the wind.

Red : suddenly appears way front of her while holding an inferno levels beef kebab on his hand.

Keya : ran past through him while also grabbing the beef kebab from his hand while saying thank you along the way, and continue running while eating it, and didn't even flinch from how spicy it is.

Keya : "Thanks again the Demon Bull Prince Redson!"

Red : "I'm only doing this cuz you're my loyal customer! And I told you to just call me by my name mortal!"

He's actually giving it to her for free...

Keya : "Got it! Sorry! Have a nice day!"

She keeps on running even while saying that not while eating the kebab.

He teleport back with his flames toward where MK and Mei was slurping their boba and act like nothing ever happened, he didn't even bother to help the girl with the kidnapper problem she's currently facing nor even saying 'you're welcome' back at the child.

[spicedraws]

Any other pikmin ships ya like? (asides from Loualph lol)

Oh God… You're asking a complete weirdo that- 😭

I don't know if I can talk about ships much without feeling like I'm gonna be burned over a fire for my sins- Hhh but if I'm ever gonna get over my crippling social anxiety I guess it's best to embarrass myself!

I'm sorry don't read this unless you're prepared for the unhinged ramblings of someone who pretends they aren't ship obsessed…

Loualph is the only thing I actually fully ship, I just feel like they complete each other really well. It's a chef's kiss, 💋 though that doesn't mean I don't enjoy seeing others and haven't thought about them.

I think Charlie x any of the other Kopaits can be cute (Charlie with D especially. I love seeing people's different interpretations of that scraped character.)

…But If I'm being honest with y'all there is a reason I haven't been able to ship Charlie. So- if Olimar wasn't already happily married I'd ship him with Charlie LOL. I just feel like it could be a very quality couple. Look, If they became close they could share each other's passion and become unstoppable! They will be rival bff lovers… One of my fav kinds of ships. They would constantly be building each other up whether if its intentionally with comforting each other or unintentionally from having their silly who is the better captain bickering.

I can imagine Charlie trying to be all brave and cool until Olimar gives him a smooch and he just MeLts-

Also since Olimar is apparently terrified of rubber duckies. I could imagine them having some deeply overly dramatic and emotional moment where Charlie is getting him to hold his rubber duckie for the first time. Meanwhile you just see Louie in the background questioning both of their sanity. (Chaotic gay ships just bring me so much joy I'm sorry my tastes are complete shit *sobs*…)

basically what I'm gathering from this is that I wanna ship Charlie with Olimar… but Olimar is a married man with a family so I don't- why am I like this frick. I love Olimar so much I just wish his wife actually had a personality and name, also had her own design not just Olimar's clone with makeup. Even more than his wife though I really wanna see more of his kids c'mon Pikmin!

Also I think it'd be funny and cute to find Shacho someone (I know he's married too but off of what I've seen the "happily" part is missing)

WAIT I ACTUALLY DO SHIP SOMETHING ELSE I FORGOT

I ship the Hocotate ship with the SS Drake because I just think it'd be a really fucking funny and unhinged ship.

Also Brittany... I just wanted to bring up her existence cause she's epic lol.

… whelp *crawls back into the shadows*

[rohirric-hunter]

Question I just thought of: does Léonys actually speak Rohirric at all?

Léonys spoke a little Rohirric as a young child, but being raised in an environment where no one else spoke it I think she forgot most of it, except for a few words that she most likely forgot the meanings of, and certainly didn't know how to spell. She likely asked Éogar to teach her, but he's busy, and before long she was busy, and as they don't live especially close to each other I don't think that went anywhere.

The thing is, Léonys is good at picking up new languages. I think that over the course of her adventures she picks up a fair bit of Sindarin, a little bit of Black Speech, and a fair bit more of the language the Uch-lûth speak. (Dunlending clans, I imagine, do not all speak the same language or even variations on the same language, but rather a number of different tongues with common roots in what was perhaps once a unified language. These languages may also have been intentionally estranged from their sibling tongues in an effort to keep a clan's secrets from the others, especially with Saruman's meddling and setting the clans against each other.) She also picks up a handful of words from the Falcon Clan, although I believe after the Unpleasantness with them she ends up using them as curse words, if at all.

But to the question at hand -- Léonys knows very little Rohirric. By the time she enters Rohan she is in a very bad headspace and not really learning. She knows a number of greetings and such that she learned from the Rohirrim in the Gravenwood, but mostly speaks Westron during her time in Rohan, limiting her communication to only other people who speak Westron.

I think she learns a little, post-war. Although she has decided to return to Bree, she doesn't entirely abandon her heritage in Rohan, and likely seeks out someone to teach her; however by this point the skill is not one of practical use, so it doesn't stick as well as the other languages she knows. I think she retains some greetings, anything she learned from Théodred, and one other thing: since "Léonys" is not an actual Rohirric name I think at some point she talks to someone who hazards a guess at what her given name might have been, coming up with three or four possibilities. (Most likely including Léofa, her actual given name. Yes, this is the same name as the little girl from the Glittering Caves. This is a complete coincidence, as I came up with Léonys' given name before I did that instance, but I like it so I'm keeping it.) She doesn't change her name, but these possibilities are a connection to her parents, so I think she keeps them close to her heart.

After the war, she may return to Rohan once (although I am not 100% on this), but throughout her life I believe she will have contact with Dunlendings of one description or another, so the ties to that language are a lot stronger.

Eventually one of her children will move to Rohan, I think, and I believe this direct link will cause her to learn a bit more, enough to be at least conversational. But that won't be for years and years.

[marineclan]

Stonefin - Warrior

Confident, trusted advisor, steady paws

Bio below:

Was never very close with his parents, but always got along well with Dahliadusk and was thrilled to have her as a stepmother. Used his status as the son of the leader to be a bit overly confident as an apprentice, even stepping in to finish Sandyseed's training after Laurelstar died despite only being a few moons past his own apprenticeship. Was accidentally named after his little brother since Laurelstar forgot that Finkit had been born, and only remembered a fondness for the name. When he finally got his first real apprentice, Frogpaw, he complained a lot and didn't seem to enjoy it. He grew to like Finquiver more in comparison to his half siblings, even after Gulldapple's death. Not having a clear direction besides avoiding his family, he became very attached to Midnightstar, who he recognized as also being a solitary cat. He found himself becoming attracted to Leaptoe after seeing her stumble on a patrol and, to his surprise, finding it endearing. He knew that the older shecat was popular, but he finally began to understand why as he hestitantly started reaching out to her. He slowly fell in love with her as he got to know her better but didn't believe he was good enough for her. But after seeing Finquiver and Heavyfoot finally get together, he gathered all of his confidence to confess his feelings to her. He was thrilled when she agreed to be his mate. Although they hadn't been intentionally trying to have kits, Stonefin was excited when Leaptoe became pregnant. He was a little nervous about his parenting skills, but after being surrounded by Sandyseed's kits for so long, and now Finquiver's as well, he felt more able to trust his community in helping him. Stonefin became close with several of the clan's medicine cats after becoming a regular volunteer on their herb gathering patrols. He finds comfort in their stories about Starclan, and finds meaning in imagining his life through the eyes of his ancestors. Stonefin was consistently jealous of Frogchirp throughout his life, and their relationship was often mediated by Swamppath. He envied her relatively peaceful life and the fact that she didn't remember many of his hardships. He knew deep down that this wasn't her fault, but she still often ended up on the receiving end of his frustration anyway. Although Stonefin had been satisfied with his first litter of kits, Pearlpool's death was difficult for both himself and Leaptoe. When she asked him if he'd want to try to have another litter, he agreed with great heaviness in his heart. He'd seen how easy it was to lose siblings, and he hoped that having more kits would make them better able to support each other even after he was gone. Unfortunately, when the pregnancy and birth proved too much for Leaptoe's tired body she joined Starclan as well. He resolved to protect his newborn kits as best he could with the time he had left. He never did get very close with his children, but dying peacefully in his sleep was a kind reward for his years of service to the clan.

[thenorthernrecords]

Jacob almost forgot all about Yule. He, his wife, Slania, and the Riley family were so hard at work, that he didn’t even realize it until Estefania reminded everyone of the time of year. He organized a small dinner during Yule in celebration while the rest of the city-state. Then, it was back to working on the projects.

With most of them either done or almost done (his once simple longhouse turned into a stone stronghold was still in construction), Jacob wanted to discuss what was next with Slania, his second in command. He also had a pile of correspondence for her to read. He had neglected to read some of them, so he figured Slania would be more willing to indulge. He wasn’t really keen on writing letters or responding to them. But with Slania busy, he had forgotten to ask her to read them before.

Jacob poured himself a drink while Slania stressfully went through the letters.

“You can’t be serious, Jac. Some of these letters are months old! You need to read letters as soon as they arrive,” Slania groaned, pulling one out in particular. “This one is from Regent Serafina Remington.”

Jacob stared at her, tilting his head. After a moment of silence, he asked: “...Should I know that name?”

Slania sighed with frustration. “She was the Princess who came with us on the boat? The one from the south?”

“Oh-- OH! I think you know who you’re talking about.” Jacob then chuckled. “Fuck, that was months ago, wasn’t it?”

“That’s what I’m fucking tell you,” Slania said flatly, before she handed him the letter to read. “She probably thinks we’ve intentionally ignored the letter.”

“Don’t stress it, Lan. If she’s a Regent, then she knows how just how busy ruling can get.” Jacob shrugged casually, ignoring Slania’s disapproving look. “You can just write back and let her know that we’ve been busy. If she’s not interested anymore, no harm done. But if she still is -- er, do you think we should talk about alliances all the way in the south?”

“It would be useful. We can also see if we can trade with them. It wouldn’t hurt to see if something can be done,” Slania pointed out as Jacob rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Then, Slania took the letter back from him, and pulled out another one from the pile, reading it. “This one is from Jarl Ottir of Waterford. He asks if we still want to discuss a possible alliance.”

Jarl Ottir was the son of Gunne Sitricsson, the man who, under Geir Lundsson’s direction, burned down Wexford. He had allowed his father to be executed for his crimes and expressed interest in a possible alliance in his letters to Slania. 

“You could speak with him first. You have a rapport with him already,” Jacob pointed out. “Waterford is only a day and a half ride away. If you think it will benefit us, he can come here with you and meet with me officially.”

“What about Ithilian?” asked Slania.

“I would ask Estefania, but she’s made it perfectly clear she won’t go to the south,” Jacob then snapped his fingers, “What about Hana? Maybe she could help us with that? She may not know the kingdom, but she’s from the south too.”

Slania made a face, causing much confusion in Jacob. “Something the matter?”

“I don’t want to get into it yet but she did something not long after our return that upset me. We haven’t spoken to each other since,” Slania admitted uncomfortably.

Jacob clicked his tongue. “Okay, so make amends with her and then ask her.”

Slania scrunched up her nose. “As if it’s all that easy.”

“It is. People just overcomplicate things,”  Jacob said with a subtle shrug, then he squinted at her, “You were the one who told me that lack of communication leads to problems...”

“I know, I know.” Slania sighed, “It’s an overdue conversation, so I’ll do it eventually and I’ll ask if she can help us. In the meantime, I’ll write back to Regent Serafina to see if she and her kingdom are still interested.”

“Good.” Jacob smiled, proud that he finally was the one to give Slania some solid advice. It was usually the other way around.

As Slania continued with the pile of letters, she then looked up at him. “Oh, I was thinking since we expanded our military, maybe we should invest in espionage? Given Wexford’s position, we could use it.”

Jacob nodded. Wexford was surrounded by plenty of powerful settlements and provinces, some of which had made it clear that they were wary of Northerners. Having spies would help them greatly.

“And I know just who we should be the head of that,” Slania added with a smile.

@ithilian-royals @seawitchtales​

[jade-hearted-gymleader]

💔

[Heartbreak Prompt!]

[Paired with this!]

Green felt, for the first time in his life, like what he was doing mattered.

The reality of the League’s corruption set on him like a dying sun, unveiled because of his bad situation. He’d been forced to make the hard choice, but it was a choice he could manage. After all- sometimes you needed to get your hands dirty to fix a mess. And the League was one hell of an awful mess.

So he adapted. Green was nothing if not adaptable. He wove through Grunts who had started to look at him with stars in their eyes, because he was strong, powerful. He could hold his own and then some against some of their top battlers, and he wasn’t even gloating about it. He was ecstatic. Green had never felt so challenged, so appreciated in his craft. Of course he took to it so well- they praised him. They saw him!

Green took that confidence and ran with it. Feeling invulnerable he’d finally asked Red to be his, and the other man said yes! Green felt Red’s immense gravity, the presence he commanded and he pulled him back in turn, the duo orbiting each other in what felt like an endless dance.

It wasn’t all joy- of course it wasn’t. He was getting his hands dirty, he was learning not only the League’s secrets, but his grandfather’s. Forced to confront the man he used to look up to’s choices, it was easy to condemn them from the other side of things. Easy to look down from a perspective that had never seen war firsthand. Of course that reality, and the horrors of what he uncovered, had hardened him. Of course he grew jaded and bitter.

But he had his Team backing him up now. He had Red. He’d never been so supported, he’d never felt so loved.

Maybe that said a lot about him. Maybe it said a lot about his past and his history. But he didn’t care. He fell into it. He embraced it. He, impulsively, on a whim, got himself a piercing. It’s purpose was twofold- Yeah, it was the big bright R that was signature of Team Rocket. But the bright red R also stood for his boyfriend. Red, the first letter of his name. The person who brought him here, the person who he loved more than anything. He thought it was incredible!

So when he was talking with a few grunts, seeking his advice, and he saw Red making his way through the base, he flashed it at him intentionally, with a smile and a wink.

But Red kept walking.

Green frowned, but let him go- he had a report to deliver, he was probably busy. It settled poorly in his chest, it upset him deeply, but he distracted himself with more talk about battle strategies.

Hours later, he’d caught up with Red, and put his arms around his partner.

“Hey, you were so busy today!” Green chimed, grinning. “You couldn’t have stopped to say hey?”

“I was really busy.” Red answered, out loud from his work-required translator necklace. That settled poorly for Green- Red hated the thing, resisted using it when people he knew understood sign were around and his hands were free.

“What’s going on with you today?” Green asked, letting his boyfriend go and folding his arms over his chest.

“What’s going on with me?” Red repeated, a little incredulous. “What’s going on with you?”

“What are you talking about?”

Red sighed, clearly annoyed, frustrated. This was a new aspect of their dynamic, this ever-present tension. Green didn’t like it.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Red eventually said. “This is insane. It’s like you forgot you’re only here because they kidnapped you. Did you forget that? Did you forget they’re threatening our families?”

Green scowled. “Of course I didn’t fucking forget,” he snapped back, but honestly? Emotionally, he had. They had been so good to him, challenging him and making him feel appreciated, that the weight of what his circumstances were had stopped pressing on him. He was in his element!

“You sure act like you have,” Red answered. “It’s like you’re a whole different person nowadays.”

“Says the guy who spent the past year lying to my face!” A low blow, but Green took it.

“Yeah to save your fucking life!” Red snapped back. He’d started crying at some point, hot angry tears, and it startled Green. “You act like I wanted to do this, do any of this! I don’t! I wanted to leave Kanto and you know that! God, it’s like I don’t even fucking know you anymore!”

Green froze. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I mean,” Red growled, sniffling. “That you aren’t the man I fell in love with anymore.” He sighed and turned his back on Green. “I have a mission to get to. Just... go home. We’ll figure this out later. I don’t really want to see you right now.”

Green went quiet. He’d picked up the habit, to keep himself from speaking out of anger, and sometimes it worked. Sometimes. He took a steady breath, evening himself out the best he could. It didn’t work well.

“Okay.” he answered, and walked away. Red kept going, off to whatever mission he’d had planned or assigned to him.

Instead of going home and meeting up with Red that night, Green slept in the barracks. It was the first time.

[la-principessa-nuova]

I am getting very confused about my own egg-cracking timeline.

Trans Ramblings

In 2015 I first started to question when (to keep it short) something I was reading lead to me basically thinking, “Why do people feel that they relate to characters of their own gender more? I don’t. In fact I feel like I relate more to female characters. I wonder if they’re just inherently more relatable. That or I’m trans, lol. Ha ha… ha? Wait… Could I be?”

Then I had a brief phase (a couple weeks to a month maybe) of deep introspection and exploring the concept of identifying internally as a woman. Then somehow over time it faded into the background and somehow I just let it sit unresolved.

Then I’m kind of blurry on the next 8 years. I know that from time to time when I was alone with my thoughts, I would think about it, and I always landed on, “Well I’m definitely not cis, but I’m fine being a guy, so it’s probably best to not rock the boat and just tell myself I’m probably nonbinary and keep using he/him and presenting the same.”

But I also know that every time I played a video game and picked/created a girl character (as I always had), after that realization, I was aware what I was doing. I kept saying it was for cis reasons if someone asked, but I was fully aware this was my escape to be who I wanted to be, and knew that I was engaging with sides of the game that were about experiencing femininity through the character (e.g. focusing on the character’s outfits heavily since I couldn’t dress fem IRL). I stressed over what to name each character, making sure the name felt right on me.

But I think it was a slow realization from initially feeling inside that it might be for trans reasons, but suppressing that thought, to the last few years practically giggling with glee every time my in-game outfit looked cute and felt like me.

And then in the last few years, I know I still kept landing on probably being nonbinary every time I went over it again, but shifting more and more fem each time, but I remember having all but accepted it. And I thought that for the past year or so it was just a few well intentioned but misleading videos I saw that had temporarily convinced me I couldn’t be a trans woman.

But then last night I was looking at my old notes (basically diary entries) and found stuff where I was very intentionally applying masculine words to myself in a completely private, personal context. I even had one where I was personifying the different moods I get into, and they were all masculine names. I remember knowing at the time that they were basically arbitrary and barely fit, but I can’t even get myself into a headspace now to understand how I would have picked those names, and I feel offended by myself to have these masculine names applied to me. The only thing is that I don’t remember if maybe I intentionally misgendered myself with that one because I was worried if someone (literally who though?) looked through my phone and saw fem names, but then I could have just used descriptive words and not names, so IDK.

But it’s like there was this weird veil where 1% of the time, I was fully aware I was probably trans for the past 8 years, and by the time I fully accepted it in December it had grown to like 2%, but the other 98-99% of the time, I didn’t just pretend not be trans, I completely forgot and went about saying I was male.

Then I finally finished processing the thought, and it went from a rare thing I think about sometimes to all-encompassing. Part of it for sure is that I’ve recognized the dysphoria for what it is. Now when I see myself in the mirror and feel bad, I realize it’s my gender presentation, not my weight that makes me feel that way. When I look in the mirror and it feels like the person in the mirror isn’t me, I realize it’s because the person in the mirror looks male, not because I must be dehydrated or something. When I become aware of my genitals being in the way, I realize it’s because they’re the wrong ones. When I am called a man or he/him and it feels wrong, I realize it’s because I should be called she/her, not because I’m just not comfortable with adult words being applied to me yet.

All of these things are constant reminders that I’m trans, and things that made me feel uncomfortable in a way I couldn’t place and I moved on from are now things I have a name for and can identify, so of course now I see the connection and have them on my mind.

But I’m still confused how I thought of it so little and made so little process in processing these thoughts in 8 years. And it leaves me confused on when exactly egg cracked. Was it in 2015 when I said, “Wait… am I trans?” And decided the answer was probably yes but I wasn’t going to do anything about it? Or was it in 2023 when I became confident in my answer and realized how much dysphoria I was actually experiencing?

[duskamethyst]

mistakes.

a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.

word count: 6.1k

genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint

warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader

pairing: toji x f!reader

languages available: vietnamese.

summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.

one.

heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.

drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you. 

college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.

however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.

“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow. 

“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.

“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”

you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”

“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little. 

but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.

“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place. 

two.

“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.

“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet. 

“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices. 

“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”

he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.

“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug. 

“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.

“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.

“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste. 

you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”

three.

“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it. 

you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of.  there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile. 

but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.

“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.

“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.

“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”

you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.” 

“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.

you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.” 

“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.” 

“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly. 

toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it. 

“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts. 

“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.

“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.

“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”

he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.

“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.

you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious? 

“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.

“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.

“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved. 

it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”

“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.” 

“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving. 

has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”

a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”

the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.

“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer. 

“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.

 as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.” 

the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.

“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you. 

the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm. 

well, so much for luck.

“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.” 

“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.

“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”

regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.” 

toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later. 

“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”

you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest. 

“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.

“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.

“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside. 

oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing. 

“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.

“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”

toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”

he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.

your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.

“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations. 

“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.

“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?” 

“n-no.” you choke and fidget.

“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”

you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”

“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.

“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?

your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below. 

your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more. 

with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt. 

“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.

toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.

“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears. 

“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed. 

“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now. 

your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release. 

“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.

toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean. 

“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours. 

four.

out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.

“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.

“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.” 

“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.

toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey. 

“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.” 

“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip. 

“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order. 

“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”

and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.

“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down. 

“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it. 

“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists. 

“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”

the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.

“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?” 

toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.

and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him. 

you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.

“good. open your mouth.”

your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead. 

it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.

“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested. 

“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?” 

“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper. 

“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss. 

obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you. 

toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts. 

large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit. 

he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.

“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.

“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.

toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him. 

he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.

“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through. 

it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”

“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy. 

“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.

“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.

toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”

but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock. 

“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold. 

“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance. 

“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission. 

but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.

“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.

“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.

“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off. 

you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.

soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.

“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.

you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast. 

“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?” 

through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body. 

a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously. 

“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice. 

“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock. 

“hah– fuck. good girl.” 

toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you. 

and daddy knows best, after all.

“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.

you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated. 

“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.

but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.

“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.

“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.” 

toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.

“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied. 

“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.

“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip. 

“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”

fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.

toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.

“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”

you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs. 

how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more? 

you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.

what’s done is done.

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[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' ACCIDENTALLY MAKING YOU CRY !

an. this is literal garbage and very long but enjoy LOL

ft. itadori, fushiguro, inumaki x gn!reader

wc. 1.3k

genre. angst to fluff

tw. broken bones, cast and death mentions, also some swearing bc its british culture

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ITADORI YUJI — panic activated. there is nothing itadori would do in this world to hurt you, not intentionally at least. itadori had yet again come back from another dangerous mission - yet again another mission that almost took his life. it seemed that the danger levels just kept increasing as itadori continued to grow and improve as a jujutsu sorcerer, and as his significant other watching from the sidelines, the only thing that grew in you was your worry and concern. you thought you could handle it, seeing him come back each time with deep cuts and broken bones - thought you could make a subtle comment on how he should be just a little more careful, and yet, seeing him in this bad of a shape was all too much. itadori nearly pounced out of his skin when your teary eyes met his, all he did was ask you to sign his cast(s)! "yuji," he heard you sob, muffled by the hospital blankets you buried your head in. "please," he heard you whimper, hands clenched so tightly on the blankets he thought you'd rip them in half. "i'm not asking you to stop being a jujutsu sorcerer, i just want you to be careful." you looked up, eyes finally meeting, and itadori immediately reaches out to wipe the tears that spill down your cheeks. "what if you died?" the fear in your voice triggers something in yuji, and he immediately engulfs you in his arms. "no, would never leave you, baby." he says, tone firm. "i'm sorry, i didn't realise how stupid i was being - for not noticing how you felt and how reckless i was." he says, and its scarily serious. you nod, slowly taking in his words. "you promise?" you ask once more, wanting to confirm it. yuji smiles, breath tickling the shell of your ear as he whispers, "i promise."

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — fushiguro knew he could be a little harsh with his words sometimes, which is why when you first started dating he always kept it to a minimum around you. yet as your relationship went on, megumi found himself more and more comfortable with himself, with you, with your relationship. perhaps… a little too comfortable. he had made another teasing comment - the only thought he gave it was making sure it was formatted correctly before it spewed out of his mouth. he expected to hear you giggle - tease him back, maybe give him a slap on the arm that really felt more like a tap, and yet, nothing. megumi ignored it for a minute or two, thinking perhaps you didn't care much, or were too busy doing something else to even pay attention to it. no biggie! it's not like it hadn't happened before and- oh. megumi thought, his heart dropping and eyes widening when he heard small sniffles come from behind him. oh fuck. he was sure he'd whipped his head around so fast it gave him whiplash, and yet that was the last thing he could care about right now. "you really mean that, fushiguro?" he heard you ask, your back turned to him as your shoulders shook - voice shaky and breathless. fushiguro. he leapt at your use of his last name, pouncing across the room to get by your side. "no, no! never! you know i love you more than anything, i-i didn't think - fuck - i didn't even think about what i was saying, 'm so sorry." he was panicked, his hands fidgeting awkwardly as he debated reaching out to you. luckily, you made the choice for him. megumi only felt like breathing again when your hands wrapped around his waist, head buried into his chest. "'is okay, 'gumi." he sighed, hands wrapping around you as he held you tighter, "just don't say it again, please." he shook his head without pulling away from you, and you felt him plant kisses across your neck in a silent apology. "of course, never again, love."

INUMAKI TOGE — inumaki is a tease. you wouldn't expect it from the quiet, innocent looking cursed speech user. inumaki loved to pull pranks constantly, and you had quickly become used to them in your relationship - even spiraling into your own little 'war'. beginning to see who could get the best pranks to just becoming who could get the most - and inumaki was determined to win. it had come across his tiktok feed. ignoring your s/o for a day to see how they react! he glanced over to see your sleeping figure wrapped around his arm, giggling when he saw your noise scrunch up at the sudden movement. yeah, inumaki was definitely gonna win this war. you were absolutely positively sure that you had never had a worse day than this. you completely forgot to charge your phone during the night, leaving you frantic as you tried to throw on your uniform as fast as you could - only to finally get to school and receive a big fat fail on your last test, but, hey! it couldn't get any worse! unless spilling your lunch and scraping your knee and - god, everything was just going wrong. you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled into inumaki's arms right now, inhaling the comforting smell of vanilla he always managed to subtly be coated in. which is exactly why you were seeking out your platinum haired boyfriend right now. a wave of relief washing over you as he came into view. "toge!" you yelled, a smile covering your features as you ran over to your boyfriend "ugh, you won't believe how-" "kombu!" inumaki exclaimed, running over to fushiguro, completely past you. you paused, awkwardly pulling down your raised hand that was stilled in a wave motion. perhaps he just had something really important to do right now? no big deal at all!... and yet, it was a big deal. it continued on and on, inumaki continuing to ignore your entire existence as you tried over and over to get his attention. he'd even looked directly at you at one point, only to turn away the next second - and it had been the last straw. chest burning and eyes watering, you stormed off to your dorm, throwing yourself onto your bed as you sobbed into your pillows. seeing how you'd progressively gotten more pissed throughout the day - inumaki thought all he was in for was a particularly nasty prank in return when he got back. he knocked on your dorm room once, then twice, and then a third - and yet he got no response. no response other than the muffled sobs he could hear come through the door. he felt panic course through him immediately, pushing open the door hurriedly. "takana?" inumaki practically yelled, bursting into your room as he saw you buried in your pillows, shoulders shaking as you sobbed. inumaki sat down by your side, ready to take you into his arms - before he was shoved off completely, your angered and tear-stained face meeting his eyes. "so now you care? go away, inumaki!" his heart sank as he finally began to realise what he'd done - that the anger on your face throughout the day looked more like sadness. "o-okaka," he stuttered, desperately trying to communicate through his gestures. you only glared in response, shoveling back into your blankets as you turned your back to him. inumaki stayed silent for a few minutes, listening to your cries as they lowered in volume. "please listen to me," he begged finally, and your ears perked up subconsciously. "jerk. don't use your dumb advantage…" he heard you mutter, and he felt his heart lift just a little. "i'm sorry." he said, and although it didn't seem like much - coming from inumaki, it was practically the world. you didn't say anything, but simply shuffled forward to give inumaki room on your bed - something he happily accepted as he immediately tackled you in kisses. inumaki did not in fact win the war.

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[finelinevogue]

our canyon moon

Description - a car journey along the Malibu coast with Harry

A/N - um hello!! firstly, i hope everyone is okay and keeping safe! i really enjoyed writing this and i'm excited to start posting more on tumblr. i have some interesting ideas lined up! hope you enjoyed reading this and give me any feedback you want!

warnings: slight angst (like tiny) and swearing

[masterlist]

Not very often did you get to spend time with Harry anymore.

Your Grammy award-winning, rockstar, boyfriend had recently been caught up in his world, that he had forgotten about yours somewhere in between. He didn't mean it intentionally and you were honest in remembering that. He was so swept up in the celebrations of all of his recent achievements that he sometimes forgot that you wanted to celebrate with him too.

Covid had prevented Harry from doing a lot of the things he had planned, and yet he still managed to have the greatest influence on the music industry and over his loyal fans. He only had to wear a cardigan for an hour for it to become the most iconic cardigan of forever. Even you had tried to have a go at knitting it - however Harry decided to just let you have his after seeing how many tears you produced over trying to learn the correct stitches.

Having won his first Grammy, you and Harry had promised an evening just to yourselves. Just the two of you. No social media. No other people. Just two souls in love and it being nothing more than that.

You were both currently in Harry's Malibu house, after him having to be here for the Grammys and a shoot for a future Gucci campaign. There was also another Calm story that he was recording, since the first one had been such a hit, but that was on the down-low for the time being.

Palm trees were something you always found intriguing. At your home there were just a few shrubs and oak trees, so palm trees reminded you of being with Harry. The warm weather was an added bonus too - allowing you to sport a natural tan for once.

The house here was just completely beautiful - you would never be able to get over it. Malibu seemed like a fairytale story you used to read as a kid and yet somehow you were now the main character from them. Harry's house was the biggest on this particular coastline, and yet it only ever housed you and him. You never understood why he bought such a large house. Whenever you asked he would always reply "just wait on the future, love" which gave you goosebumps every time he said it.

It meant he was your future.

The Malibu Palace, as you liked to name it, sat right on the cragged rocks of the Malibu shoreline, having a little area of private beach. You and Harry had wasted one too many times spent devouring each other on your beach - hence what Watermelon Sugar was inspired by.

The ocean had always been your haven.

Everything from the salty sea air, the fresh smell of the ocean breeze and the radiant colours that burst from the depths of the water were just too infatuating for you to resist from living on the coastline. You never wanted to return to the city. The ocean had completely taken over your thoughts and you were okay with that.

"Ready to go, love?" You heard Harry call out, pulling you away from your thoughts, that were attached to the rolling waves, and back to him.

You had been standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lounge, watching as the waves kept leaving and then returning towards you, as you waited for Harry to get ready. He had been in his home studio all day, apparently having a song idea on his mind that he was desperate to explore. Mitch had come over at some point, to help him with some guitar riffs, and then had left again because he was supposed to be cooking dinner for him and Sarah that night - pizza unsurprisingly.

Sarah being pregnant had been the biggest shock and best surprise to you and Harry. Your boyfriend had sobbed - hard. He couldn't believe that his best friends were actually married, let alone now having a child. Fuck Howard Stern for saying otherwise. Then, Harry had been asked to be the godfather which he burst a blood vessel in his nose crying over.

He was so good with kids, and you hoped that some day he'd be happy to be the father to yours.

So after a long, but relaxed, day recording you suggested to Harry that you both deserved that night alone together. You missed him, especially when he was so close to you but you couldn't quite touch him.

Tonight was just for you two.

He wanted to freshen up before heading out though, which is why you were keeping the ocean company whilst you waited for him. You turned around when you heard him, watching as he descended the last few stairs.

When he saw you, his smile widened.

You, yourself, had too freshened up and changed yourself into a white dress. It was so simple and yet it was still beautiful. You felt like a proper Malibu princess in it. Your tan made sure you didn't look washed out, too. You'd also found it within you to pin your hair back and put on the slightest bit of makeup. It was your first date in a while so you wanted to make a good impression.

Harry looked really good.

He was wearing one of his dad-looking Hawaiian shirts, that he'd bought from a quaint market in Portugal one time, and had thrown on what looked like black swim shorts with his battered old vans. How could someone wear such odd items of clothes and pull it off?

"Swim shorts on date-night? Really, H?" You laughed, watching him give you a twirl and a courtesy as he made his way over to you.

"Oi, you wore sweatpants that one time." He argued back, meeting you and snaking his buff arms around your waist. Your arms twisted their way up and around his neck, immediately playing with the brown, baby curls on his neck. The overwhelming smell of his slightly feminine Gucci cologne sent you into dreamland - the smell so homely and comforting.

"H. I was on my period and we were going to get ice-cream at 3am. Wouldn't call that date-night." You chuckled, thinking back on the time you just mentioned. It was a good night in all fairness; you got mint-choc chip ice cream and he got raspberry sorbet and the two surprisingly complimented each other well, as you shared the sweet scoops of ice up in the 'Canyon Moon'.

'Canyon Moon' was yours and Harry's favourite lookout point. It was hidden away, tucked behind a maze of dirt trails, and you and Harry liked to think you were the only two people to have ever discovered it. It was yours. You only went there in the evenings, as the sunset from the wooden bench up there was unmatched. The view looked upon the valley's of Los Angeles, blinding lights twinkling away in their thousands whilst people went about their evenings.

"Ok whatever." Harry shrugged his shoulders, knowing that you were right but being too much of a stubborn lump to admit you were right.

"You still look pretty though." You spoke quietly, tilting your head back to look at him through your lashes. Your angle mustn't have been very flattering for Harry, but neither was his. You could see his stubble filled jaw and the slightest adorable double chin peeking through.

"Pretty huh? Well thank you beautiful." He repaid the compliment, before leaning down some more to press his lips against yours. His soft lips touched your sun-kissed ones and everything was bliss.

What a perfect life.

"I love you." You mumbled against his lips before pulling back to give him a smile. You got to intake his golden features before he replied with another heartfelt kiss to your lips. He didn't have to repeat the words for you to more exactly how he felt, which was one of the many beautiful things about your relationship.

"Ready to go?" He pulled away entirely, walking over towards the key-bowl on the wooden unit, where you dumped the keys once you were inside the house.

"Where are we going exactly?" You asked, walking to collect your cardigan - well, Harry's JW Anderson one - from the back of a chair where you'd left it.

"Who knows?" Harry answered annoyingly. He was always up for a bit of spontaneity, but you not so much.

Life was an adventure, with Harry.

Walking out of the house, after making sure it was locked up securely, you were hit with the warm and humid evening heat. It was the kind of heat that made you feel heavily toasty warm, and yet it didn't make you sweat - it was perfect. No chafing of the legs then!

The palm trees could be caught dancing with the wind, along with hearing the sounds of the chorus of birds in harmony and distant crashing waves. This was paradise.

Harry's yellow, convertible, Ferrari sat proud on the driveway and you were excited that you were going to ride in this car. The engine made such a gorgeous noise and the seats were so comfortable. It was Harry's first big purchase from within the time you two had been a couple, and you remember it being the most exciting thing ever.

This car was his one true love - sometimes you thought even more so than you were. You didn't mind though, she was a beauty.

"M'lady." Harry opened your door for you, like a true gentleman, offering you his hand too as you clambered in. The car was quite low and you always felt like you were riding along against the floor.

"You're so extra." You rolled your eyes, even now he does this every time you get in and out of a car with him. His mum had raised the boy well.

"Extra? If I wanted to be extra I would've rolled out the red carpet." He sassed back, as he made his way round to his side of the car and hopped in himself.

"You say that as if you have a red carpet waiting." You furrowed your eyebrows at him, as he pressed a button to open the electric gates down the path from the house.

"Sometimes it's like you don't know me at all." Harry shook his head whilst reaching over to the glove compartment to open it. Inside, folded up very, very tightly, was a red sheet which you assumed was his replica red carpet. You laughed at how you were naïve enough to think he wouldn't have one waiting, whilst also severely confused why he even had one.

"H!" You giggled to yourself as the engine roared to life.

"You want me to roll it out for you when you get out?" He asked, reaching down towards the cup holder to pull out his sunglasses. You'd already come equipped with yours, but Harry always left his in the car ready for him so he didn't lose them. Surprisingly, he was very forgetful sometimes.

"I would not." You couldn't help but gawk at him when he put his shades on. He looked so fucking hot. You had a hard time believing he was all yours sometimes and this was definitely one of them.

When people compared him to a young Leo DiCaprio, it slightly bugged you because in your eyes Harry was way more attractive than Leo. Then again you were heavily biased and loved your man more than anyone else.

He turned to you when he noticed you were staring, giving you a cocky smirk. He knew exactly what got you riled up and him driving a car was always at number one - especially in golden hour with expensive sunglasses. He didn't say anything, but just leant across to leave a sweet, although short, kiss to your lips. He tasted divine.

God, he was a work of art.

He turned back to face front and sorted out his seatbelt and mirrors, before reaching his hand behind you and onto the back of your seat as he began to reverse.

No one reversed quite like Harry Styles.

It was so hypnotising to watch. He was a pro at weaving his way down the path, towards the electric gate and into the main road now that he could probably do it with his eyes shut. He slowed down as he started to exit the gates, making sure no one was around as he swung out. After making a clear exit he stopped to close the gates again, waiting until they were fully shut until you both drove off.

One time you hadn't waited and somehow your neighbour's friend's daughter had run inside and then got stuck. She had been on the other side of the gate, luckily, only for twenty minutes, because you and Harry had only driven to go pick up some prescriptions from the pharmacy. Upon arrival you were met with a weeping mother and a pissed off neighbour. As for the daughter, well she was happily playing with your cat, Esther, and was completely oblivious as to what had just happened.

Moral of the story; don't have kids.

As Harry turned back around and put the car into first gear to go forwards, you decided to plug in your phone so you could play some music. The soft wind was already blowing through your hair as the car gently sped off, thanks to the roofless car.

You flicked through your songs, being heavily indecisive over which one to play first. You often resulted in playing Harry's playlist that he had made for you, because it was both to your music taste and it reminded you how much he truly loved you. After a quiet moment of thinking you picked 'Rollercoaster' by Bleachers, whilst queuing up a few more songs. It was a song that got you both hyper and happy.

"You're obsessed with this one." Harry laughed at you, breaking at his approached a small junction off your road. He peered around carefully, knowing there were quite a few small children in this neighbourhood.

"You're just jealous because it's not your music." You rolled your eyes to heaven and placed your phone down in your lap, looking over to him as he studied the roads carefully behind his dark framed glasses.

"Fine," Harry huffed sarcastically, "you just lost red carpet privileges." He teased, knowing you didn't want them anyways.

"Dork." You giggled, before quickly leaning over the middle console to give him a loving kiss to the cheek - leaving a pink stain behind almost like a stamp. Harry knew that there would be a mark left behind, but he made no urgent movement to get rid of it. He quite liked the thought of it sitting there proudly, in fact.

The road was a windy one as you snaked your way down the small hill that Harry's house lived upon. He wanted to join the motorway, or freeway to the American, along the Malibu coastline, because you had a feeling he was taking you to 'Canyon Moon'.

Paradise was colourful.

The blues of the ocean. The greens of the trees. The oranges of the sky. The whites of the clouds. The reds of the lips of the man you love. You kept flicking your gaze from the beautiful scenery to your oh so pretty boyfriend. He won at being the best piece of artwork though. No Californian sunset compared to the golden glow and warmth that came from the heart of your boyfriend.

'Golden' started playing through the speaker system and you instantly felt at ease. You don't know what it was, but the song always managed to make you feel calm and happy, even if the lyrics were meant for something much more meaningful. You made a quick glance to Harry to see he was mouthing along the words, but not fully singing them out loud because apparently that was too "narcissistic" of him.

As you were thinking over every minuscule detail of your beautiful life, you were interrupted by the sounds of combined honking horns. You quickly turned to Harry to see he was one of the sources of the car horns.

"Wha—" You couldn't even finish before Harry bursted with road rage.

"It's a fucking give way sign for you mate, that means give way to oncoming traffic." Harry shouted, waving his hands up in the air at how idiotic the person had been. Turns out it was a teenage prick who thought he owned the roads. You'd seen him before, actually, nearly getting run over by him whilst crossing a pedestrian crossing, so you didn't feel bad at him getting shouted at.

"Well you should be watching the roads too, old man." The youth shouted back, dangling out of the window of his car to stick up his finger.

You noticed Harry tense his hands around the steering wheel, whitening as they did so. Although it was kind of hot to see him go through road rage, you didn't think it would be great for him as a morally good person, or a celebrity, to be caught arguing with a teenager. So, you moved your hand from your lap to place it on Harry's bare thigh. It was warm from the golden heat of the dying sun and you could feel how tense the muscles were at first. As soon as your hand was against his skin, though, you felt the muscles loosen and his hands return to their normal state too.

"He's not worth getting into an argument over, H." You calmly told him, knowing that any other tone would've probably set off his flight or fight response and you knew which one he would've gone for in this situation.

"Fucking prick." Harry muttered under his breath, letting the teenager carry on doing what he was wrongly doing before driving again himself. The teenager sped off, making a point of revving his engine cockily.

You continued to smooth your hand over Harry's skin to calm him down. He'd always said that one touch from you could settle him for a decade.

"Want me to play track 11, baby?" You teased him, referring to how track 11 was titled the words he had coined and used to promote his persona.

"Not funny, Y/N. He could've hit your side of the car, and then what?" He asked rhetorically, but you answered anyway.

"Call an ambulance and if it's bad take me to the hospital?" You didn't look at him, instead watched the world pass by unaware of your problems, because you knew he would be giving you his stern look. Whenever you were clever with him he had this face that he always pulled, mainly because you were always right and he, for once, wanted to be too instead.

"Again, not funny." He replied, and then it went to being quiet apart from the last chords of his music playing still

You pulled your hand off his thigh, not knowing whether you might've accidentally upset him. One thing about Harry, that you'd learnt over the years, is that you have to let him open up to you. If you try and push him for an emotional expression of how he's feeling, it'll only make things worse and cause him to cave in on himself even more.

By now, Harry had managed to safely join the Malibu highway and was heading in the direction of 'Canyon Moon'.

Harry stayed on the inside lane, travelling faster than any of the other cars on the road. His car could go faster than the others, but you weren't so sure that he should. You couldn't complain though. The speed of the car and the fact the car was a convertible, made for such a joyous car ride. Your hair blew in the wind, luckily behind you so it was out of your face. It was a pleasantly warm wind too, almost like a hairdryer.

Everything was just perfect.

Except from the fact Harry may, or may not, still be annoyed with you.

You turned to look at him and he had one arm with his elbow resting on the window ledge, leading to his hand holding gently onto the steering wheel. His other hand was busy playing with his lower lip, pinching it between his fingers carefully - a habit he'd developed for when he was in deep thought. You weren't going to disturb him just yet so you did the next best thing and changed the song on shuffle.

As soon as the guitar started playing you felt his whole body loosen up, even from where you were sitting. You knew he would feel better listening to this song, even if he were the one who wrote it.

"You gotta see it to believe it. Sky never looked so blue."

Famous love song from him to you.

The song Canyon Moon always reminded you two, when you needed it to, of how much you seriously love each other. The memories spent up in 'Canyon Moon' were going to be with you forever, and having a song written to tie all those memories together was the sweetest gift you'd ever received. The song felt more country-like than anything else Harry had ever written, and he'd done it just because country was your favourite genre of music.

Track 10 always reminded you that no matter where you were in the world, you would always have Harry to go back home to - and he would always be waiting. You were always there for each other, thinking about each other even when you shouldn't be.

Not another ten seconds into the song, whilst looking out of the window to the side of you, you felt a warm presence on your leg. You peered down to see Harry's palm facing upwards, resting on your bare thigh, waiting for you - just as he promised. This was him apologising in his own way for being snappy and annoying earlier, and you forgave him.

You used your own hand to reach down and clasp it with his. His hand tightened against it's the minute you touched skin, proving he was there for you.

He always was.

"I love you." He turned to face you, all too briefly before having a responsibility to the road.

"I love you." You replied, bringing your joined hands up to your lips to gift him a soft kiss to the back of his hand. Another stain, a lighter one this time, being left against his dainty skin. He was going to be covered in pink by the end of the night - and you dont think he's going to mind one bit.

Cruising along the coastline had never seemed so magical. You couldn't believe this was your life. You. Carpooling in a convertible Ferrari. With Harry. In Malibu. At sunset. Completely and unconditionally in love. There wasn't even a good enough word to describe the joy and happiness you were feeling.

"Are we still going to 'Canyon Moon'?" You asked curiously, noticing how he'd missed the exit for it.

"Yeah. Just thought i'd treat my girl to some Frankie's ice cream first, though." He laughed when he saw your face light up in excitement. Frankie's was your favourite gelato shop on the California coastline. It was run by a little, old, Italian fellow called Francesco - Frankie for short. The business had been running for over a hundred years now and they prided themselves of having award-winning cold scoops of ice.

The choice flavours always astounded you, because every single one was homemade. You'd obviously tried every flavour - having been there more times than you had visited your mum this year alone! Your favourite flavours were a toss up between lemon meringue, chocolate strawberries and blueberry muffin. You didn't realise they could even make those flavours and yet somehow they did - bloody epically too.

"Someone looks a bit too happy." Harry laughed, looking over his shoulder to switch lanes so he could get ready to pull off at the next exit. He raised his hand politely, but not letting yours go, to thank the person behind him, who had let him in.

"Why wouldn't I be happy? My life's a dream." You let out the happiest of sighs, leaning back in your seat some more and squeezing Harry's hand tight to let him know he was your dream.

"God, you make my life so sunny Y/N L/N." Harry looked at you, biting his lip when he saw you blush away. You secretly liked hearing him say things like that, but you'd never admit that to him.

"Sunny enough to roll me a red carpet now?" You laughed upon your previous conversations that evening. You didn't actually want him to roll out a red carpet though - that would end up with too much public humiliation, because knowing Harry he had a trumpet and everything to go with it.

"Don't push your luck." Harry gave you a playful stare, before, this time himself, bringing your combined hands up to his lips to press one, two, three and then four kisses to your hand.

"That was a lot of kisses." You stated, watching as he cleared his shoulder again to prepare himself for oncoming traffic. He pulled onto the slip-road and off from the highway/motorway.

"Well, I've got a lotta love for you." He answered seriously, before shooting you a warm and loving smile. The sight could've melted your heart if you weren't already so warm from the heat of the desert.

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The world seemed at peace.

At least to you it felt that way. There was not a single thing in your life you could complain about, other than the fact you still have acne breakouts - but you like to pretend that you don't.

Sitting on your favourite bench, in your favourite place, with your favourite ice-cream and, most importantly, with your favourite person, made you feel like you were on top of the world - and you were on the top of a mountain so you were pretty high already.

The valley below was a chaotic rush of silence. You could see the bright headlights of cars rushing from A to B, and yet nothing could be heard of them. The twinkling lights from houses and street lights helped light up the valley below, like a billion fireflies migrating. It was a spectacle and it was all yours to view.

The sun was slowly melting away beyond the horizon, leaving the sky to burn in colours of orange and red. The heat was still there, but you knew how quickly it could turn cold out here.

"Happy with your choice of flavour, love?" Harry asked from beside you. You had taken 5 whole minutes to decide what flavour of ice-cream you wanted. You had been spoilt for choice. It came down to two flavours today; Oreo brownie or kiwi and lime sorbet. Completely different flavour palettes, but that's just how you worked. You'd ended up choosing the Oreo brownie, before going to sit down to let Harry pick his flavour and pay.

Five minutes later, after arriving at 'Canyon Moon', you'd sat in the car just to eat a bit of ice-cream before climbing the small hill. That was when you decided you didn't want the Oreo brownie anymore. It was too sickly for you, but you didn't want to complain to Harry since he had just paid for you both. Harry knew though - he'd known the minute you'd asked for the flavour back in the shop.

"Trade." He had told you, instead of asking. He didn't like seeing you upset, even if you were silently sad.

You hesitantly had swapped tubs of ice-cream, whilst giving him a confused look. You assumed he just wanted to have a taste of yours and vice versa. You didn't ask what flavour he had ordered before tasting it, but as soon as the ice met your tongue you smiled so brightly. Kiwi and lime sorbet. Your heart melted with warmth, just as the tub of ice-cream was, because Harry was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He didn't ask for a trade back, instead he just quietly ate the Oreo brownie - even though you knew he hated anything too sweet and sickly.

Harry had finished long before you had, in-fact you were still going when you reached your spot, so you agreed to eat and walk. Harry had to deal with the fact he couldn't hold your hand, so he swung his arm around your shoulders instead - keeping you close. He walked on the side of the cliff closest to the edge, because he knew of how clumsy you were.

And now here you were, watching the world pass by as you two sat still.

"You know i'm happy." You smiled at him. He was completely relaxed in his posture. Man-spreading like nobody's business and arms hung over the back of the bench, his hand caressing your shoulder furthest away from him. He had his sunglasses perched on the top of his head, so you could see his perfect emerald gems. A serious work of art.

"Because of the ice-cream or because of me?" He asked, watching you gobble another spoonful. Or fork? Or maybe it was a spork?

"Oh definitely the ice-cream." You nodded your head in affirmation, trying to keep your laughter in to hold your seriousness.

"You little devil." He squeezed your shoulder and pulled you into his side briefly to give you a kiss to the side of your head. He was originally going to let you move away again, but he really liked how you just fit perfectly against his side and so shuffled you closer himself. He pressed another kiss to your neck just to be sure.

"You want a bit?" You asked, scooping a decent sized blob onto the spork.

"Obviously." Harry teased, before opening his mouth ready for you to spork feed him. You leant in closer, spork nearly reaching his mouth, before delivering the ice-cream to you instead. You giggled at how his facial expression went from excited to pretend-outrage. The flavours were fresh and cold against your teeth, but it was worth it to see Harry's reaction. "You think that's funny, huh?" He raised his eyebrows.

What you didn't expect was for him to smash his lips against yours in a hurry. You were taken aback by his sudden movement, but he moved one of his hands to the back of your head to keep you where he wanted you to be. His tongue managed to weave his way into your mouth, collecting some of the ice cream for himself - it was a disgusting mess.

At first the kiss had been just so Harry could get a taste of the ice-cream, but you were pretty sure it ended with him wanting a taste of you.

When he pulled away you both had ice-cream, and the slightest bits of saliva, smushed against your lips. It was quite funny. So much so, that Harry took out his phone to take a couple of selfies with you and then some single pictures of you. He couldn't resist.

"We're a mess." You laughed at the sight of you both, where Harry was showing you the pictures.

"Ice-cream tastes great though." He smiled. You smiled. You couldn't be happier.

[tommybaholland]

Hello! I've just read you last request and I got an idea. Can you write something about Atsumu (I'm totally in love with him) discovering that some of his teammates had a crush on his bff, and he is like "why?" (Maybe he'll hurt her a little by doing this) but in reality he is the one with the biggest crush

when he’s in love with his best friend

featuring: atsumu (x fem!reader)

potentially alternate version to this request. i really liked playing around with this idea. remember, there’s always an opportunity for more ;) enjoy!

you were on your way to school to meet atsumu after volleyball practice as you did most days. you didn’t have much time to hang out at school and weekends were also hard because he usually had games so after his practices were really the only free time you had to spend with each other. 

you would describe your relationship with atsumu as amicable and friendly. however, you were both aware of the rumors circulating about the two of you dating. you decided to make it into an inside joke between the two of you as you’ve remained friends despite both having been in separate relationships. unfortunately for one of you, feelings had grown past the friendship boundary. 

he couldn’t speak for you but he knew in his heart that it was going to hurt. 

“hey, ‘tsumu.”

he turned around to see suna lightly calling his nickname in that ever mischievous tone. 

“what is it?” he taunted. knowing suna, this would be good. 

“your friend, y/n? is she single?” 

“uhhh why?”

“just wondering,” he answered with a smirk. “i mean, come on though. you know what she looks like right?” 

“of course! what kind of question is that, dummy?” 

“so you like her then?”

atsumu averted his eyes before speaking in a low voice. “i didn’t say that.”

“soooo you wouldn’t mind if i asked her out then?”

“i…” he didn’t want to pause but it was already too late. and being as observant as he was, suna didn’t see through it one bit. 

“i mean if you like her, i’m not trying to get in the way of that. just trying to be a bro, you know, since i know you guys are close,” he explained. 

“i mean we are,” atsumu replied, trying and failing to bite back his next words. “but we’re just friends.”

something inside you hurt when you heard him say that as stood outside the door of the gym. you weren’t trying to eavesdrop but as soon as you heard suna say your name, you couldn’t help but listen in. 

the thing was, it was the truth. you were friends. so why did it almost hurt to hear him say that? 

“alright so is that a yes?”

“sure. do whatever you want, man,” atsumu agreed in a half-hearted tone. 

“yes!” suna cheered quietly before clapping a hand on atsumu’s back. “thanks, dude.” 

you almost forgot why you were there as the team started rolling out of the gym, making their ways home. 

“hey. you ready to go? earth to y/nnnn.” 

you broke out of your trance to see atsumu standing in front of you, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. you hesitated a bit before speaking, glancing over to suna, who was standing a ways behind atsumu for a split second. you swore that he smirked at you in that fraction of time. 

“uh, yeah,” you stuttered, focusing your attention before forcing a grin. “let’s go. osamu coming with us?” 

“uhh,” atsumu mimicked your stutter, looking back at his twin, who was talking to none other than suna. “eh, he’ll catch up.” 

you didn’t talk much to him on the way home. there was some type of tension between you and he could only assume the worst. 

the next school day came and went. he didn’t see you that much during the day which was strange. even during lunch you didn’t wander into his class and pretend like you didn’t see him as you talked with your other friends, which always caught his attention. it’s because he wasn’t getting any of your attention. 

sometimes he felt like you knew what you were doing to him. 

today was one of those days… except he feels bad. it was like you were intentionally avoiding him. he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, it’s possible that you were just behind on some schoolwork and were trying to catch up. he smiled to himself, thinking about how bad of an influence he had become on you. 

the rest of the day was pretty normal but practice was even better. he was nailing all his sets and serves, he even was able to pull off a floating jump serve. he was feeling a lot better than he was earlier that day. he hadn’t talked to you about walking home together or hanging out after practice and he didn’t want to assume anything. he just wanted to ride out this euphoric feeling. 

that feeling was almost extended as he was surprised to see you outside the gym door. however, you didn’t look pleased. 

“y/n? hey,” he greeted, a small grin on his face. 

“hey,” you replied bluntly, giving a half-hearted grin. 

“i, uh, didn’t expect you to be here. are you— do you wanna get going?” he asked, thinking that maybe everything that he felt earlier was all in his head. 

“well, i—“

“hey, y/n!” 

your attention was pulled to the voice that called your name which belonged to probably the last person he wanted to see. 

“thanks for waiting,” suna followed up. he was changed out of his practice uniform and into some more casual clothes but probably nicer than he usually wears. his hair looked damp as if he ran through the showers really quickly. 

“you ready to go?” 

atsumu looked at him incredulously before looking back at you with a confused look, silently waiting for an explanation. 

“we’re, um, gonna go eat somewhere,” you said rather meekly. 

suna clicked his tongue. “yep. we should go, the dumplings are calling.” 

you nodded, trying your best to smile and look happy to go out with someone who actually likes you. well, someone who likes you more than a friend. 

suna smirked at his teammate. “see you, man.” 

“bye, atsumu,” you parted, looking back at him shortly as you followed suna. 

atsumu was left alone in the low lighting until the rest of the team came rolling out of the gym. he was in a fog as they teased him for not helping to take down the net, others letting him pass because he did well with his sets. 

even though he was surrounded by people he cared about most, he had never felt so alone.

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queen anne’s coffee

A/N: hello everyone! I am not D/deaf or Hard of Hearing. However, this was requested more than once I wanted to do my best to provide. In this story, Y/N is a part of the Deaf community. if I have misrepresented the Deaf community in any way or wrote something inaccurate or offensive, then please DO NOT hesitate to let me know (respectfully, of course!) i wanted to fulfill this person’s request and be as inclusive as i could, as i don’t typically see stories with a Deaf!reader. shes short and sweet but i hope you all enjoy anyway! as always, feedback is very much welcomed and appreciated! :)

Summary: Y/N visits Harry’s coffee shop every Tuesday and Thursday and always orders the same thing. Harry HAS to get to know her!!!

word count: ~1.7k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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Every Tuesday and Thursday at exactly 3:50 PM, Y/N placed an online order that consisted of an iced chai tea latte with oat milk and a butter croissant from Harry’s coffee shop, Queen Anne’s Coffee.

Y/N never forgot to add, “warmed up pls! thank you :)” in the section for comments, and she always tipped. She would then come into Harry’s shop approximately ten minutes later, walk up to the ‘pickup’ counter, grab her items, smile at Harry, and promptly leave. Harry never even so much as said hello to her, but he was irrevocably captivated––even if she was a complete stranger.

Harry decided that when Y/N came in today for her usual, he’d finally talk to her.

Business had been unusually slow for a Thursday afternoon but Harry didn’t mind–when Y/N came in, he’d be able to have a proper chat with her without having to rush the conversation along to help other customers. His gaze kept floating up to the cat-shaped clock hanging above the door, anxiously awaiting 3:50 PM when Y/N’s order would come through on the iPad and he got to read the words, “warmed up pls! thank you :)”

Harry didn’t know why he was so nervous to speak to her. As the owner of his very own coffee shop (and it’s only employee), he got to know the people who came in regularly well, even developing genuine friendships with some. It bothered Harry that this beautiful person gave him business two days a week and the only thing he knew about her was her name, which is only because he can see it when she places her order online.

When the iPad Harry keeps plugged up atop the counter chimes, he doesn’t even have to glance at it to know it was Y/N but he does anyway, feelings of excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He was finally going to talk to her! Harry contemplates scribbling his number on the side of her cup as he’s writing her name but decides against it, not wanting to be too forward before they even formally meet.

When Y/N comes in ten minutes later, Harry can immediately sense something is wrong. She hardly looks up once as she shuffles from the door to the counter, hoodie pulled up and drawn tight over her head.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N doesn’t look up or even acknowledge the fact that Harry spoke. Even though there’s only two other people in the shop besides them, Harry figures she might think he was talking to someone else and addresses her by name.

“Y/N?”

She still doesn’t address Harry as she gives him a small smile before hurriedly exiting the shop, the bell above the door signaling her exit.

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When Tuesday comes, Harry’s out of bed before his alarm jolts him from his dreams.

He thought about Y/N all weekend as he impatiently awaited Tuesday’s arrival, excited over the prospect of finally seeing her again. He hoped she was doing better today than she was last week, and he really hoped she was in the mood to chat with him today.

Harry’s grateful the shop is busy today. It helps to keep his mind off of Y/N, and his eyes off the clock. When the iPad chimes at 3:50 on the dot, Harry decides he’ll wait until she comes in to prepare her order. It didn’t take him over two minutes, anyway. He figures this will give him a bit more time to chat with her, at least say hello and see if she’s doing better.

Much to his pleasure, Y/N has a big smile on her face when she bursts through the door ten minutes later. She floats to the pickup counter, then furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she looks up at Harry.

“Sorry, I’m working on your order right now,” Harry grabs a purple marker off the counter, scribbling Y/N’s name on the cup used for iced drinks. “How’s your day so far?”

Harry watches as Y/N cocks her head to the side in confusion, then pulls her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. She quickly types something before holding her phone out for Harry to take.

“I can’t hear you! I’m Deaf.”

A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he reads what she said. He now understood why Y/N didn’t answer him when he tried speaking to her last week, and he’s secretly relieved that she wasn’t ignoring him because she hated him or anything like that.

“I know a bit of sign!” Harry types before handing Y/N back her phone. He watches as her eyes skim his words and she looks up, a toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Great! This is much faster.” Her hands move quickly as she signs. “Did my order work or not? Wi-Fi is bad at home today.”

Harry realizes he doesn’t know as much sign language as he thought he did.

“OK. I am rusty.”

Y/N smiles at this and pulls her phone back out, typing what she just signed to him before passing it back to him. A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he learns she was just asking if her order came through alright, seeing as it was not yet ready. Too embarrassed to tell her he intentionally waited until she arrived to prepare her order, he just nods.

“I’ll have it ready in no more than two minutes… and refund you, too. I’m sorry for the wait.” Harry looks up at Y/N as he passes the phone to her, eyes not leaving her face as he tries to gauge her reaction.

“No!” Her head shakes as she signs. “Happy to pay. Thank you.”

Harry understands Y/N but refunds her, anyway.

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“Why do you always come Tuesday and Thursday? Same time?”

“Exams every Tuesday and Thursday.” The look of obvious dissatisfaction on Y/N’s face makes Harry laugh. “Your chai and pastries cheer me up after.”

Harry’s face turns red at Y/N’s admittance, so he instead looks down, pretending he’s distracted by something on the iPad. He decides at that moment that he will no longer charge Y/N for her oat milk latte and croissant. She was a college student after all––if her financial situation was like Harry’s in any way when he was in college earning his business degree, it would probably be beneficial for her to save her money, anyhow.

Ever since Harry and Y/N’s first real interaction, Y/N had been coming into Queen Anne’s nearly every day, school supplies and laptop in tow. She always sat at the table closest to the front counter, directly in Harry’s line of vision so they could sign to each other.

Y/N provided Harry with some much needed (and enjoyed) company when business was slow, and she was helping him brush up on his sign language. Harry learned that Y/N is Deaf; her hearing is completely gone in her left ear and almost completely gone in the right. She’s the only person in her family who is Deaf. She also hated eggs, is lactose intolerant (hence the oat milk), has two older siblings, is a master’s student, and a plethora of other things that Harry had committed to memory.

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy.”  

“Who is A-N-N-E?”

Harry grins. “My mother. Back in London.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “London? Amazing! You must have an accent.”

It dawns on Harry that Y/N has never heard his voice before. “Yes. Are you from here?” Y/N nods in response.

“Whole life. Small town, but it’s home.” Her pinched hand moves quickly from her mouth up to her ear.

“Sorry. What?”

“H-O-M-E.”

A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he nods in response, signaling for Y/N to give him a moment as the bell above the entrance jingles. It seems as if the few people who walk through the door act as a catalyst for others to enter, and soon Queen Anne’s is at maximum occupancy and Harry is trying to make several drinks at once while taking orders. He locks eyes with Y/N a few times and she gives him a sympathetic look, not able to do much to help him out.

Harry decides that once business dies back down, he’ll find out if Y/N is interested in a part-time job.

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Y/N was interested in a part-time job.

She was a fast learner and a hard worker. Harry was more than delighted to show her how to make every drink on the menu, and consume her failed attempts. It was nice having someone else behind the counter with him––he wished he’d gone about hiring someone to help him much sooner, but he was glad to now have Y/N by his side.

“So much chai! I thought only I drank this stuff.”

Harry’s gaze lingers on Y/N for a beat too long, causing her to shift slightly. Harry’s hand moves to scratch the back of his neck. “Yes. I like chai. With milk.” His hand forms a ‘C’ then closes to form an ‘S’ twice for the word “milk”.

“Regular?” One of Y/N’s eyebrows raises as she asks her question, setting a hot chai latte atop the “pickup” counter.

“S-O-Y.”

Y/N lets out a quiet snort of laughter as she shakes her head. It was the first time Harry ever made her laugh out loud. After hearing her laugh once, he never wanted to stop––it was music to his ears. “Not surprised!”

Harry’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “Why?” His eyes remain on Y/N as she walks around the small area, cleaning up a small coffee spill she had earlier.

“You just are a S-O-Y boy, H. My S-O-Y boy!”

Harry’s cheeks immediately turn pink as they did the first time Y/N said something that flustered him, but he doesn’t look away.

“You’re my O-A-T girl.”

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Thank you everyone for reading!!! This is only the beginning of Y/N and Harry I think <33