#like you don't realize how important hair is until it's in a bad state ;;;;

[kyaruun]

i'm going to cut my hair short and i'm worried that it won't look good on me but i need to cut it for,, health reasons. and it's not like i'm getting a pixie cut but it's going to be the shortest i've ever had my hair and i'm just overthinking

[imraespace]

LIFE'S HARD WHEN YOU'RE INLOVE ─

─ WITH RIN ITOSHI !!

Today, you made an effort to wake up early, you can NOT ruin Reo's special day with a bad morning now, can you..

At 5:00 AM, you, Y/N L/N, are up making BREAKFAST? Woah..

You know absolutely nothing about football but you know your friends too well, anything related to the sport is always important to them, big or small. So even though you're self-aware about your lazy habit, you always put them first for events like these.

You stretched the laziness off, shook the sleepiness off and got cooking mode activated.

You cooked what you thought they might need, and poured your love into it for them, they might get a hint of sweetness, that's how much you love them!

Hmm, sweet huh.. You stared at the meals in-front of you and then thought of your other friends.. Yoichi, Meguru, Hyoma.. They deserve some of your cooking as well!

What if you made them some sweets? You always had a knack for making sweets. Everyone always loved them, especially Hyoma.

Wait.. Now you wanna make sweets for everyone.. How many players are there on a football team?

You began to wonder n ponder until you gave in and skidaddle into Reo Mikage's room.

Your smile dropped when you realized that his door was locked. Who does he think he is? The owner of this house? (He is)

You sighed, rolling your eyes until you heard it unlocked, a wet Reo poked his head out from inside.

"Oh, you're changing." You simply pointed it out.

He shook his head, causing water from his head to land on you, which made you groan in annoyance.

"Why are you up?" He asked you, quite surprised yet still sprinkling his hair water on you.

"How many players are in your team?" You asked him, blocking your face from the water and ignoring his question, you're not gonna get all soft right now, you're in cooking mode.

He stopped then began to stare at you.

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason."

His eyes narrowed towards you and you copied his moves until he gave up.

"Like.. 16 or more.." He mumbled.

Your jaw dropped and then you simply walked away. You caught Seishiro in the corridor walking without a shirt and wet hair.

"Where is your clothes." You asked him.

"I need to collect something from Reo." He simply stated as he walked past you, wetting you with his hair.

A blank, annoyed expression was now present on your face and you instantly thought about eating their breakfast.

Ignoring past events, you're back in the kitchen! You placed their breakfast in the microwave and got to work.

You can make anything happen! 16 players is nothing haha! A simple fruit sando can do it, right? Even mochi can do it. You've made these things before, just copy n paste it.

Maybe that's why at 7:00 AM you're now finishing up, and getting ready for school.. But this time Reo isn't upset? He caught onto you, a bit confused as to why you're making something for the whole team but he won't question your doings!

Little does he know you're their new helper in the team, you making them a little snack is a small gift from you to them!

As soon as you arrived at school with the boys a lot of chatter was going on at the front gate. The game was gonna happen at your school, seeing how big the field is here.

Everyone around you had a bunch of mixed opinions, debating who was going to win this game. Normally when things like these happen, you're either not here or sleeping somewhere. Of course, your friends force you to at least watch their games but you don't really know what's happening half of the time.

This time, suddenly you're a helper AND someone caught your eye. Would you admit that second part? No! because you still don't understand why you caught onto him.

"Guys I have to go somewhere, good luck!" You told the duo, giving them a big hug, well jumping and latching onto them because they are both over 6 feet tall!

But that's your favorite part of hugging them, you jump n latch on, giggling like a teen girl (you are) while they either hold you or bend so your feet can finally touch the floor again.

This time, they hold onto you, smiling brightly at you as you did the same. Cute family moment!

You dangle your feet a bit, signaling to them that it's time to let go and they do. You gave them a small wave as you skipped away to Anri's office. For some reason, you're feeling extra hyper today. Maybe it was the stretches. Who else loves morning stretching?

Knock Knock!

The voices from inside ceased. Not in your head silly, inside the office!

You heard footsteps approaching the door until you heard a click, signaling that the door was open now.

You opened it and were greeted with the wonderful face of Miss. Teieri.

"Oh, good morning!" She greeted. Inside you saw that there was a male present. Did you.. come at the wrong time?

She opened the door wider, giving you the go-sign to enter.

"I was just informing Ego about your role, he doesn't have a problem with it." She clarified.

In his opinion he doesn't really care, it's not affecting the team in any way, they just get help in hand and free treats or something. Anything to get the principal off his back.

You nodded at her words and then remembered that you were walking around with a big bag on your shoulder, that wasn't your bookbag.

"This morning i made my friends on the team some breakfast, and then I got the urge to make snacks for everyone, I even made for you two!" You brought up, with a smile.

Erm.. You didn't make one for Ego, you forgot about him. So you gave him a random wrap that held the fruit sando and mochi! Maybe you can give him your serving..

Anri's face lit up, accepting the gift, Ego not really caring, yet still took it.

"Thank you L/N." She said, looking at the treat.

"You're welcome, Miss. Teieri and you can call me Y/N.." You mumbled the last part.

She made an 'o' shape with her mouth then gently covering it with a smile.

"And you can call me Anri when it's not football-related work, Y/N." She told you.

You nodded with a small smile. New relationships are blossoming, when would yours be with him?

"Carry her to our seats, I'm gonna talk with the team." Ego said as he left the office.

Anri turned towards you and then at your bag.

"For a lazy person, I think it's nice you put in a lot of effort in these for the team, I'm sure they'll love it." She commented.

A lot of effort.. Would he realize?

Anri's eyes lit up when she noticed that you were blushing..?

"Someone's on your mind?" She joked.

Yet that joked almost killed you, is she reading your mind?

"No!" You answered back and began speed walking out of the office.

"Wait up!"

Both Anri and you made it to the field and she guided you to where they will be seated.

It wasn't long until everyone came pooling in, finding their own seats, and chatting among each other as the other school made their way in here as well.

For some reason, today felt different from any other. Maybe that's a good sign. You feel the need to cheer loudly for them, for the team.

Maybe this change is for the good?

It took a while, but finally walked out, loud praises and cheering were heard all around. Ego came and sat right next to you.

I guess, let the games begin?

Your eyes landed on each player as they slowly walked out, smile growing larger as every one of your friends walked out.

Then you saw him. You knew he was playing but actually seeing him, in person and not sneaking around caused a small gasp to escape your mouth.

They all look so cool..

You popped out of your pink mind when you heard a whistle and kick!

Seems it began.

The game began with him.. passing the ball to Yoichi. You eyed their every movement until someone came and blocked him. That someone being..

"HIM?" You thought. It's snack thief, Sigh? Sign? Wait..

"Sae." You mumbled. So he's in this match as well.

His friend told Seishiro good luck, where is he? You don't see him on the field.

Your Sae thoughts ceased when you saw that Yoichi passed the ball back to him.. well, Rin, and Seishiro came long, creating some sort of triangle formation. You don't football, let's just use shapes instead.

You scanned the field and eyes landed on Hyoma and Meguru, aggressively making their way towards them, raising their numbers.

It seems that the other team noticed it, which caused Yoichi to take that as a sign to pass on the ball to Meguru.

It was now Meguru versus erm, Einstein? His hair reminds you of him. Woah..

According to your knowledge, Meguru started off with a double-touch faint, what does that mean? You have absolutely no idea.

He got closer to Einstein and finished off with an Aerial rush turn. You don't play football, I don't play football, but big words are being used!

Meguru looked around for an opening, deciding on if he should instantly score a goal or not.

A pout formed on his face, noticing that there was no opening to the goal and looked for someone to link up with, to no surprise, it was Yoichi.

You smiled, supporting your best friends, clenching your skirt as you witnessed your favorite duo. Seishiro and Reo are also your favorite of course.

Meguru passed the ball to Yoichi, he saw it as it came flying towards him but before he could collect the ball, someone came blocking it.

It caught Yoichi off guard, and you too as well. That was indeed a high jump, not to mention..

"He has pretty eyes.." You muttered. Then a confused look came on your face.

"He looks so old.." You thought. He's in school? (For the sake of the fic, everyone is in school)

Apparently, he's quite popular. You heard the crowd cheering for him,

Aiku! Aiku!

More like who? You have no clue.

The game went on, the more you watched the more excited you got, even holding back yourself from standing up to say something. It's like watching TV shows but in real life. It was entertaining.

More players came to your view, one being familiar.

"I think I've seen him before by the lockers.." You thought to yourself.

The boy with a green strip in his hair, you remembered him at the lockers with a different girl each day. He's on the team? Wow. A player in both worlds..

Green strip got blocked by a team player, erm, he seems to be a Buddhist. You can't come up with any nicknames for them.

Yoichi noticed that green strip was stopped by the Buddhist, catching him off guard, so he turned to another player, Yukimiya.

You know Yukimiya, isn't he a model?

Yukimiya was now up against someone who reminded you of Nezu from Boku no Hero Academia!

Yukimiya doesn't waste time on Nezu or whatever his actual name is and breaks past him.

Well, Nezu wasn't playing because he caught up with Yukimiya.

Yukimiya lost the ball, which Seishiro caught onto it, or so he thought.

A player from the other team found his way behind Sei, he also looks very old. Is this a Senior house or a Football team, dang. Giving Seishiro no time to think or move, Aiku came and steals the ball from Sei.

A pout formed on your face.

Aiku passed the ball to none other than Sae. Everyone in the crowd went crazy for him as he ran with the ball, finally getting to show off his moves.

Hyoma caught on and began following him. He fall back, to form back their defense line, or something so.

But Sae passed the ball, making Hyoma's thoughts fail.

Sae passed it to some unknown person you have no clue about, and he looks uninteresting. More like an NPC. The unknown caught the ball but then..

Sparkle, Sparkle!

"ARYU..!" You silently cheered.

But then he passed the ball, ignoring the glamorous being.

Bleh, you thought, waste of sparkles.

Another player from the team, someone you've seen as well in school. Karasu? You think that's his name. He's a nice boy.

The player Karasu was up against passed the ball back to Sae. Karasu then realized that their have a problem.

Sae is completely open.

And in your eyes he looks so scary. Is football that serious..?

Hyoma came from behind as another player, the one who never shows his eyes, um Niko or something, thought they could trap Sae but Sae gently touched the ball, making a perfect pass for another player on his team.

He gets the ball and shoots right away. The goalkeeper, who looks quite nice, you wanna be his friend. Anyways, he caught onto the ball, blocking it from hitting the net.

All you knew was that the first goal went to the opposing team, thanks to Sae.

"He's really good.." You mumbled to yourself.

The crowd goes wild for them. Cheering from around was heard in your ears. But you know you're friends are the best in your head. They will and can do it!

So you ignored the chants that Sae got, you admire his skill, but your friends are what you're here for.

Friends you say.. So why all of a sudden your eyes landed on him? Your heart began to race, watching his movements.

He's so tall.. almost around Seishiro's height. You remembered your hugs, how will it feel to hug him? Your face grew warm, and that heart condition again.. it's back.

He looked so.. fine holding that ball. He looked so.. cool speaking to Yoichi. All on your mind was him.

You couldn't hear them but Anri and Ego were speaking to each other, something about plays being practiced. it didn't concern you.

Yoichi and Rin began the second round by throwing passes, ignoring the payers who came close.

You ignored everyone else as your eyes only followed him.

Heart racing, smile forming, eyes chasing, all for him.

So of course you noticed when he got a perfect opportunity to shoot. But instead, he continued to go forward, trying to mimic a certain goal from before. Sae's goal.

He could've done it, if it wasn't for that stupid ass goalkeeper- I mean what.

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

Second ball went to Yukimiya. Everyone in your mind was blurred out, only thinking about how they could've gotten a goal.

Yukimiya tried and got your hopes up but then, Aiku came and blocked.

Now an annoyed look was on your face.

Green strip got the ball, running up to shoot yet again, but got blocked BY EINSTEIN.

Now you understand the annoying groans you hear whenever someone is watching a football match.

You heard Yoichi screaming, calling Sei.

You began to focus, watching closely at your brother to see if he could score the goal.

Sei caught the ball but didn't shoot right away, he moved the ball using a lift trap, you don't know what that is, and brought it up to the air with him and with that Sei was perfectly in line to make a goal, which he did!

Your eyes light up and your mouth slightly open. The crowd didn't cheer, which caught you off guard by the silence, it seemed like they were processing it?

So when you decided to open your mouth to silently cheer, everyone joined in, scaring you as well.

You smiled brightly as you saw Sei plop on the floor, then shoot his fist in the air, as Yoichi and Hyoma ran up to him, cheering him on as well.

They jumped on him, causing you to laugh at their interaction, and noticed that everyone else on the team was pleased with Seishiro's goal.

Anri had cheered on with you. Ego on the other hand told you both to not get carried away by a goal. Hater.

He spoke more, saying a bunch of stuff you didn't really understand but you heard that Rin's improvisation was the one that caused it. He caused this to happen.

The game restarts and this time your eyes stay on him, he is up against Sae. You then realized something..

"Are they related?" You thought out loud. Anri heard you and nodded at your question.

"They're brothers."

Makes.. sense I guess.. Do long lashes run in the family?

You thought in your head, is she going to write a whole ass match? Who is she? ME. I'm not writing a whole ass match lols.

A lot of emotions ran through your body in that game. Especially when the second round came and that Shidou guy came. Thanks to him, your team had problems.

Rin got so focused, that his tongue was out, which turned you off a bit but admired his ability to focus.

What really caught you off guard was Shidou being turned on..

Reo had finally joined the field and you cheered on for him as well. His ability to copy what he sees is amazing, he even copied Sei.

But what really hyped you up was the last few minutes of the game. Everyone was on the edge of their seats, hearts racing and minds going blank, wondering who's going the score the last goal.

Yoichi Isagi of course, he's the one who scored!

After multiple attempts, the racing minds on the field. Sae versus Rin was on your mind as well, eyeing their every movement. Everything was intense on their field.

Rin had finally kicked the ball away from Sae, and it went up in the air.

Aiku thought he got it. Instead, Yoichi did.

Blue Lock's number 11 caught it and perfectly shot right into the net.

Ending the game right then and there.

3 - 4

Blue lock wins and the crowd goes wild, including them on the field.

Big smiles, everywhere, one on your face as you witnessed it.

But soon, it fell when you noticed that he.. Rin, wasn't happy?

You watched the small interaction between him and his brother, a small light came into his eyes but then, you don't know what Sae said as Rin became cold on the floor.

You felt bad for him.

You eyes went back to Yoichi as he was being pushed to do an interview. He looked so cute up there. You didn't really listen to his words, something about winning sum.

All is good, you guess.

Finally, they were in the locker room cheering. You walked in with Anri, and she began crying, it caught you off guard.

"I'm really proud of you guys." She muttered. You smiled at her until Ego came in and told her to stop crying.

But all eyes were on you.

"Y/N?" Meguru thought out loud. Oh right, they don't know you.

Your own friends came up to you as the others stayed back, watching the interaction.

Ego began speaking.

"Anri found a student to help around, it doesn't really concern me, it just makes the principal give me a rest." He simply stated.

"You're helping around?" Sei asked as you nodded.

"She even made you guys some snacks, as a congrats!" Anri added.

They already had their bottles with them, thank god, so all you had to do was share the sweets!

Green strip was first in line.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're cute?" he asked you.

It caught you off guard.

"Um, not really.."

"Well take me as the first one to ever tell you that." He continued, taking the snack from you.

"The name is Eita Otoya by the way." He said walking away.

"Oh okay.." You muttered.

Weirdos..

Everyone took the snacks from you, starting up a conversation with you as they spoke about their match.

"How did you think it was?" Yoichi asked you.

You smiled brightly as he asked you it.

"I thought it was amazing, you looked super cool there!" You exclaimed, making a small Ultraman gesture, just for some giggles n shiggles.

Otoya caught onto it though, copying your gesture. Seems you two can be friends after all!

Everyone was having fun, besides Rin.

You excused yourself and took your sharing of the sweets. It was scary, but everyone here deserves a share, so silently you made your way towards the boy.

He doesn't seem to acknowledge you, completely ignoring the commotion around him.

Taking that into consideration, you don't try to start any conversation with him, just placed the sweets next to him, then ran back to your friends.

"Oh right, that reminds me.." Meguru started, once he saw the gesture you did.

"What?" You asked.

Then suddenly all of your friends' eyes were on you.

"Um.."

EITA OTOYA (17) :

A laid-back person who you sometimes joke around with. He openly flirts with you but you ignore him. You both love Ultraman, ultra friends now you guess?

9 // 11

note: in the manga when otoya did the ultraman gesture made me all giggly LMAO so i added it OH erm for the next chapter the second half is kinda based off the ending song for clannad bc i was rewatching clannad around the time i wrote the chapter aha.

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[dudadragneel]

Like I promised.

One last fic before 2023 ends for me!

I don’t know why but ever since Hyunjin’s Versace fashion show I can’t stop thinking about how he said he was really nervous and like (you can tell he was). I can imagine accompanying him there and him being so excited but when you guys get there he’s so anxious, taking pictures and talking to everyone. Him telling you he’s starting to feel sick and he doesn’t know if he can stay long but deciding to anyways. Until the moment after his interview & he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to come with him to the bathroom because he feels like he’s going to throw up. You discretely going with him but stopping in the doorway to the bathroom because he can’t hold it in and you have to place your hand under his chin to catch the little that comes out before you make it to the sink, holding his long black hair back and trying to calm him down. Having to call Felix to come pick you guys up early because Hyunjin’s in such a bad state and still feels sick from nerves.

A NOT-SO-FASHION SHOW

Taking part in official events for famous brands were something important for idols and it could later mean an endorsement deal or even becoming ambassador of said brand.

Your boyfriend Hyunjin had been invited to a Versace fashion show, in collaboration with Dua Lipa and you couldn't be more excited.

- OH MY GOD BABY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

- Thank you honey! I'm happy as well!

- When is it gonna be?

- May 23rd, in Cannes!

- IN A WEEK!?

- Yes! They said that apart from the staff, I could bring someone with me. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

- Really? Are you sure? Wouldn't that cause a stir?

- I don't care. I love you and I want you to be with me

- Well, then. I'm more than happy to.

You said almost crying on the other side of the phone.

- I'll se you in a few days then. I love you.

- I love you too.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were excited for the fashion show, specially after he invited you. You didn't need to worry about your outfit because you trusted him to choose one for you.

The fashion show would take place in Cannes and this time Hyunjin would be going without the boys. Well, one of them, Felix, was coming along, not to the event but some other schedule. Despite that, he took some English lessons with Chan and Felix so he could be interviewed without feeling that nervous. And plus, you knew English pretty well so you could help him if he needed.

Five days passed since you found out he had been invited and he carried on with his schedules while you worked and you met on the way to the airport one day prior to the event. It never really entered your mind why they had to travel so close to the day of the events instead of going a few days before and being able to rest for a while.

Arriving there you unpacked your bags and went for a little sightseeing, lunch and some other fun stuff, which could be kind of rare in these occasions.

It was finally the day of the fashion show. It was sunny outside and the weather looked beautiful. You had breakfast together then went on to get dressed for the event. And that's when Hyunjin actually started to feel nervous, as if he had just now realized what was happening.

- Baby, I'm nervous.

He said grabbing your hands and laughing nervously.

- I know babe. But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right there with you.

You said pulling him for a kiss. You could see he was shaking a little and you wish you could just take away all that nervousness.

He got dressed before you and when he came out wearing that beige set and black purse, he looked ethereal. How could someone look so stunning wearing such a simple yet elegant and fashionable set?

- You look incredible! Oh my god!

- Thank you. Now it's your turn.

He has picked your outfit and hadn't shown you yet, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, being with you for so long, so he picked exactly what you'd love to wear in such occasion.

When you went into the dressing room with some of the female staff and you looked at what he has picked for you, you had tears in your eyes. When you put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, tears actually rolled down your face. The outfit looked so pretty on you, the staff also smiled fondly at your reaction.

You came out and when Hyunjin saw you, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't describe how beautiful you looked in that outfit. He just kept looking at you, eyes shining like the stars and mouth agape.

- Babe? Do I look strange?

- No! You look absolutely beautiful, love!

He said picking you up, kissing you then putting you down and having you spin around to show the outfit.

- Did you like it? I tried picking something you'd not feel uncomfortable in.

- I love it! It's so beautiful! I haven't felt like this in a while! Thank you my love!

You said hugging him and kissing him.

It was now time to leave for the event. It had been a while since you last actually appeared in an official schedule as his partner, so you were a bit nervous and didn't want to attract attention to you, after all this was his event.

As soon as he got out of the van, a sea of flashes started and you were amazed by that. He turned to the car and extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and held his hand to get out of the car and you two officially entered the venue of the event.

You could swear there were flashes coming from the sky and you even told him that, making him a laugh a little, to release some stress.

And it all started officially. Everyone wanted to take selfies with him, official photos, pictures with you as well. Adding to that, there were tons of celebrities wanting to chat with him and that was overwhelming him, all the flashes, sounds, people, the fact that he had to communicate in english. And you were helping him with the last part, making his interactions a little less stressful.

After this first round of socialization, the anxiety he was feeling earlier had grown stronger. He felt overwhelmed by his surroundings, he felt suffocated.

You were standing, looking at people and everything when he squeezed your hand, getting your attention as you could feel it shaking.

- What's wrong honey?

You said quietly behind your hand and leaning towards him. He did the same to answer you. After seeing so many scandals with idols, you learn that communicating like that can really keep you away from trouble.

- I'm starting to feel sick...

- Really?

You said a little surprised but holding his hands reassuringly.

- I don't know if I'll manage to stay here long...

- Oh baby... Leaving like this might raise suspicion...come here. Let's go somewhere a little less crowdy and quiet.

You took him away from the crowd which thankfully not everyone noticed, since there were a lot of other known names out there. When you were in a quiet space, you grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.

- Honey, look at me. Unfortunately, you still have some things to do here. Now, let's breathe together, ok? With me.

You began a breathing exercise with him and he followed along. You brought his hand to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat and see how relaxed you were and then be able to calm himself down.

He exhaled and then looked at you.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better...thanks to you...

- Good. Do you think we can go back there now?

- Yes...

- Hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm right here with you and for you. If you don't feel well just tell me.

- Alright.

You went back to where everyone was and the second round of socialization started. More photos, more chatting. And then Donatella Versace herself came to talk to him. You could tell she had an affection for him, she treated him well, talked with him and then took some pictures. Despite feeling nervous he had a genuine smile on his face, which made you happy.

After that, he had an interview. By now he was feeling overwhelmed again and his stomach was doing flips, he could feel nausea starting to build up inside him. He took a deep breath and started his interview, you watching by his side and stepping in whenever he had any difficulty understanding the question or answering them.

However, as he was being interviewed he felt something revolting inside him. He was feeling out of breath, his heart was racing and his stomach was churning, the nausea from before growing even stronger. At some point during the interview he thought he was done, that he'd end up being sick in front of everyone but he looked at you and managed to recompose himself, even if just to finish the interview.

When it was over, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could now let his guard down. You were moving away from where the interview took place and Hyunjin was feeling incredibly unwell. He could feel his breakfast threatening to make an appearance, his stomach was doing flips again and his mouth had this foul taste inside. He tugged on your clothes as you were walking and you immediately halted your movements.

- What's wrong honey?

- Can you come to the restroom with me? I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Really? Let's go.

You wrapped your arms around him and tried leaving without attracting attention to the both of you. Thankfully you had gone to the restroom before so you knew where it was and you wouldn't need to ask and have people wonder what was going on. In this situation, the less attention, the better.

As you were walking, his stomach contracted, making him gag wetly and cover his mouth. It took every ounce of strength in him to control his body not to jerk forward and not to throw up in front of everyone.

But a few steps away from the bathroom, another contraction sent liquid up his throat making him gag once more, he tried to hold it in but it was too late.

You noticed his movement as he jerked forward a bit and managed to place your hand under his mouth just in time to catch that pale brown liquid before it got on his clothes and entered the restroom locking the door behind you.

You guided him to the sink and turned on the tap water to clean your hands and muffle some of the noise.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for support and took a deep breath and then his stomach jumped again, making his mouth fill with saliva and a foul taste.

He bent over to spit some of that saliva out and then straightened his back to take a deep breath again. Just then his stomach contracted, sending hot foul tasting liquid up his throat making him bend over as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of him.

For some unknown reason, none of you had brought a hair tie on your purses. So you held his hair back as he ducked his head when another stream made its way out followed by a wet burp bringing up another one.

- Oh baby...it's okay.

You could see he was about to start panicking, after all he was throwing up during a fashion show, and anyone could listen to what was happening inside the bathroom.

- babe--

He tried saying but was cut off by a harsh gag that arched his back, sending up even more foul pale brown liquid and then another burp brought up even more. You noticed his distress, so you used your free hand to rub his back.

- It's okay. You can let everything out. It's just you and me in here. I'm right here with you.

- Than-

He tried answering again, just to trigger his stomach one more time that now sent partially digested food out his nose as well.

- Oh god, baby....

You said as your kept rubbing his back in circles while he proceeded to throw up again, vomit mixing with was already in the sink.

- Babe...I think I'm done....

- Okay. Let's rinse your mouth and sit down. I'll call Felix to come pick us up, okay?

- Hmm...

He just nodded, head looking down while he sat down on the floor.

You decided to call Felix, who had traveled with you for another schedule and happened to be free at the moment.

- Felix? Hi!

- Oh! Hey, y/n! Is everything okay?

- Not exactly...

- What's wrong?

- It's Hyune...he threw up.

- What!? What happened?

- I guess he was anxious. I think the nerves got the best of him. Can you come pick us up? I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

- Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

- Oh! Felix, one more things. Can you tell the staff whats happening? We kind of left in a hurry to the bathroom and I think they lost sight of us and I don't have their phone numbers.

- Sure.

After you hung up, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin who still had his head down.

He just kept his eyes closed, focusing on breathing and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that still lingered in his stomach. It just kept gurgling and he could feel everything sloshing around, to add to that, his heart was beating fast because he was too anxious about the situation.

You kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands and squeezed them, a reassuring touch bringing him back to reality.

- Hyune? I'm right here, okay? Don't be nervous. You're with me, you can relax. You'll be okay. We'll leave in a few minutes.

- Thank you....I'm sorry...

- Don't be sorry. I already told you, a millions times, it's not your fault. Being anxious it's not a crime.

- I know...

He felt his stomach revolt again, a burning sensation up his chest, saliva pooling inside his mouth and a foul test at the back of his throat.

- I wanna throw up again-

You helped him up and brought him inside one of the stalls. He bent over, hands on each side of the edges of the toilet, his mouth opened with him spitting out thick saliva as unproductive gags kept coming.

You held his hair and rubbed his stomach and felt it gurgle under your touch.

- Oh baby...

A harsh gag made him jerk forward as a thick stream of vomit gushed out hitting the edges of the toilet and just barely missing both of your outfits before splashing on the water with a sickening sound. He barely had time to catch his breath as a wet burp brought up more partially digested food.

You kept rubbing his stomach up and down while he threw up one more time and after that he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- Baby, I think you're done. Take a deep breath.

- Can I hug you?

He asked, voice raspy from the strain and sounding defeated and exhausted.

You pulled him into a hug and placed his head on your shoulders and you could swear his temperature was a little high.

- I'm tired...I wanna go...

- we'll be at the hotel soon, baby. Then you can sleep all you want.

You helped him rinse his mouth and gave him some water so he could relieve some of the pain in his throat.

And just in time, the staff arrived, knocking on the restroom door.

- Y/n? Hyunjin? Are you guys in there?

- Yes.

- Felix told us what happened. He's outside waiting for you in the car.

- Is it okay for us to leave? Hyunjin's not in a good state right now, I'd rather not draw any attention.

- Yes, it is. We formed a barricade, no one will see you or take pictures.

- Okay. Well get out then.

You put Hyunjin's arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist to help him walk, after being anxious and throwing up he was feeling weak.

Just as the staff had ensured you, there was a barricade waiting for you outside. They quickly helped Hyunjin and you get out of the place without being much noticed.

They helped Hyunjin into the car and you sat beside him and placed his head on your shoulder, as you reclined both of your seats.

Felix who was sitting in front greeted you with a concerned look on his face.

- Y/n, what happened?

- I'm not sure Lix. He said he was nervous earlier, even before we left the hotel. When we got at the venue, it felt like the entire world has its attention on us, or rather, him. There was a lot of talking, pictures. He told me he was feeling overwhelmed but it wasn't until the interview that he felt sick.

- But how did he do it?

- Despite feeling nervous, he did well. I'm proud of him.

- And how's he doing?

- He threw up a couple of times so I hope that now he can only rest.

You said turning to him and seeing he was fast asleep.

He still felt awful from the nerves but at least he was out of the crowd and could try to relax at the hotel. He still got sick a few times after you went back and the only thing he wanted was to go home. But everytime he thought about that, he remembered that he had to get into a plane and it would take a few hours to get back in Korea and that made him sick, so it became a vicious cicle.

[maehara-san]

𝙒𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

The sound of the loud alarm could be heard echoing in the room, while the rays of the sun made seeped their way in through the crack of the blinds on the windows.

Enji slowly opened his eyes but laid still not turning the ringing off. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked over to his right side and saw you were still in a deep sleep.

Reaching over the nightstand he shut the alarm off, making sure it wouldn't end up waking you up even though he himself wasn't really awake yet.

It was another day, same routine, same distant relationship, another day where he wouldn't be able to hold you like he used to.

While he was in his mind you woke up, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. The light coming in made you squint your eyes, slowly you sat up on the bed.

He did the same, not being able to help himself by looking back at you and seeing the way your messy hair looked like in the morning. No matter how much you used to whine about it not looking normal, to him it was the one of the things he loved the most about you.

It was his favorite times in the morning where the two of you could be vulnerable with one another, with all your flaws.

"I didn't realize you had woken up." You spoke, getting up from the bed and sliding your feet into your slippers.

Enji slightly blushed feeling the dip on the bed loosen as you stood up. "I- uh just woke up myself. I thought you might want to sleep in since you came home late last night."

"I can't today."

"I'm sure if you call in they wouldn't mind letting you stay home today." He got up following you to the bathroom. "I'm worried you haven't gotten enough sleep these days-"

"I can't." You repeated as you got ready for work. "I have a meeting today."

He knew things between you two weren't okay- well haven't been for a while now. Still, he was worried about your well being. As much as he loved you having the career you wanted, it also stressed him seeing how tired and over work you often came back home.

"I don't mean this in a bad way," he said knowing it might make you upset but you had to know. "Lately you haven't had as much energy ever since you got promoted, I understand your work is important but you need to rest."

"I'll rest once the important project is done." You stated, washing your face. "Until then I can't waste time on resting."

Leaning against the doorway he looked at you, worry in his eyes. "Y/n... it's okay to want to put your all into the work you love but you can't burn yourself out-"

Yesterday was already hard on you, the last thing you wanted to deal with were his comment about you work. "No offence but you do the same whenever you come home late beaten and bruised up." Drying your face with the small towel on the rack, you looked at him. "You have no right to tell me what I'm doing is wrong when I've begged you to take care of yourself first a dozen times."

You walked passed not wanting to waste anymore time knowing you were already running late. A pair of footsteps could be heard from behind you, it's like he was following you around like a lost puppy.

"At least let me make you something to eat then." He insisted. "I can whip you up something you like, remember when I used to make you (favorite food) all the time?"

Your patience was really running thin with everything, you knew he meant well but even you found it quite out of character lately since you both only talked with one another when it was about work and nothing else.

After putting your scarf on you grabbed your bag, getting ready to head out. "That's okay, I can just grab something on my way to the agency." Quickly you walked out of your shared bedroom and to the door to put your shoes on.

"Well then how about dinner later?" He suggested as he followed you once again. "I can make a quick reservation at the restaurant we used to go to often or that ramen place that's around the corner-"

"Enji." You spoke turning to look at him, "Why are you suddenly trying to act like how things used to be? You- we've had months to fix things but we never did."

Rubbing the back of his neck, a sigh escaped. "Because..."

You waited, wishing, hoping that he'd elaborate on his reason, to explain as to why he wanted to fix things but he never did. Shaking your head you placed your hand on the doorknob, as your back turned to face him you spoke.

"You can't keep doing this... wanting to suddenly try to change things when you don't ever bother telling me why. It hurts... for once I wish you'd actually use your own words without me trying to figure it out by the tiny clues you try to give me."

Your eyes started to turn watery, sniffling you wiped away the tears that threatened to escape with your other hand. "If you won't change your ways... then I guess there won't ever be a chance for us to rescue what we once had."

He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to stop you but he froze. You were gone, making it too late for him to ever say what was on his mind.

"Morning, Endeavor." Kurumada said, smiling at him as he opened the door for his boss to get in.

"Morning." Enji mumbled as he got inside.

His morning felt so slow, after you had left, he realized how lonely the house was. Since he left his old house to his children and Rei, he never thought he would experience it all over again.

The thoughts that were running through his mind were derailing him into a spiral of sadness and loneliness. He didn't want to picture his life without you but he had to be realistic that maybe your relationship had run its course.

That maybe he was paying for all the things he did to his family.

"Am I not picking up, Mr. Hawks?" Kurumada asked. "Endeavor, sir?"

Enji was too wrapped up in his thoughts to acknowledge the question that was being asked.

Kurumada understood he needed time alone and continued driving to the agency in silence.

Upon arriving to his agency he saw his son Shoto arriving as well. Enji headed inside only giving him a small nod with no bickering or even a good morning, that would sometimes catch Shoto off guard.

"Did something happen?" Shoto asked Kurumada.

"Good morning young Todoroki," he said. "Actually I was going to ask you the same thing. Endeavor was quiet this morning."

"Did he not arrive here with Hawks?"

He shook his head. "I asked him but he didn't respond to my question. I haven't seen him this quiet since he left his old home."

Shoto thanked him and went inside following Enji. Although they had their difficulties it made him worry about what could possibly be going on with his father.

There was a knock at the door, Enji looked up. "Come in." He spoke.

The door opened to reveal Shoto, "Endeavor we got the info on those villains that blew up the cars."

"Okay." He said looking back down at the papers that were on his desk but didn't move a muscle to complete them.

Shoto noticed he wasn't moving at all like he usually did whenever a report or a notice about some villains came in. He was zoned out.

"Do you not want to go and talk to them yourself?"

He shook his head, "No it's fine. I'm sure someone else can attend to it."

There was something going on, it had been months since Enji has actually acted like himself. Shoto didn't want to butt into his business but sooner or later it was going to affect his work.

"I know it's not my business," Shoto said walking towards him and stood in front of his desk. "Your private life is yours, but did something happen between you and y/n?"

Enji sighed closing his eyes as he rested his head in his hands, elbows on his desk. "W-we're just-" he felt hesitant to say anything, but knew he had to talk to someone. "We've been distant to tell you the truth, things haven't been the same. I do not know how it began but before I was able to stop it, the distance grew... now I don't know what to do."

"Can I?" Shoto asked pointing at the chair.

"Sure."

He sat down looking directly at him. "Did it start when you had to stay overnight?"

"No..." Enji leaned back into his chair. "At least I don't think so... she was working long shifts as well that we barely had enough time to see one another."

"I'm not an expert but maybe both of you didn't have time for one another after being overworked. You said you'd get home at different times, it's normal to be exhausted."

"I saw how tired she got home, barely had enough energy in her to shower let alone eat." He closed his eyes trying to think back to when was the last time you two spend any time together. "It pained me to see her so worn out, I didn't want to bug her or complain about not being able to have at least one meal together."

"I'm not trying to make you feel even more worse than you already but I gotta be honest," Enji opened his eyes, tilting his head forward to look at his son. "You're making the same mistake as you did with mom."

"What are you talking-"

"I'm talking about how you're ignoring the issue and pushing it under the rug. You're both waiting for one another to bring it up but too afraid to say anything." Shoto sighed, "The longer you wait to talk to her about how you're feeling... you'll only end up losing her. Y/n has been a great part of your life we can all tell how much she's helped and changed you. To be honest we are fond of her too so is mom so it would suck to lose her as well."

A small smile formed on his lips. "I'm happy to see that you guys had approved of her... it means a lot to hear that son."

Shoto looked away feeling embarrassed. "I-I uh know we've had our differences but... even so you deserve to be happy too."

It swelled his chest with happiness knowing that had his son's support. Not only that, but also that their relationship was changing slowly but surely for the better.

A call then came in interrupting their conversation. "Give me one sec." He said and pressed on the button letting the call come through.

"Yes?"

"Endeavor sir, a villain was reported terrorizing the city a few blocks away from the agency near Kozumi technology. We were asked to rush in."

"Kozumi technology?" Shoto asked. "Isn't that the place where Y/n works?"

"It is." He quickly answered back. "We're on our way send us the address."

Shoto followed Enji quickly out of his office, as he fixed his gear, worry ran through his mind. Hoping and silently praying that the villain didn't get anywhere near you.

"I think this will be the best approach." You said trying to block out the noise that was coming from waiting room's tv.

"It sure does sound like the better option, they asked for something different," your boss said smiling. "They're going to love it-"

"Endeavor you have been told that you're the last hero the citizen's trust," the reporter said. "Do you think they'll ever be able to trust you?"

"My duty is to protect each human life whether they see me as a number one hero or not," he answered. "I am here to make sure villains do not torment the city or cause fear. I will make sure to show them that they can trust me, I hope one day they do accept me as the next number one hero."

"Are you saying that you care about the public's opinion? When just a few months ago you said you could care less about what they thought about you."

"Alright you're dismissed, thank you for your hard work." He said.

"Thank you sir." You answered and quickly walked out of the office, stopping at the tv on the way to your invention room.

It was visible to see how nervous and stressed he was due to the reporters lack of empathy. She knew what she was doing, trying to make him look as the bad guy by any means necessary.

"How can the public trust anything you're saying when we saw and heard that one of the most notorious wanted criminal, Dabi, said you were his father." She shoved the microphone closer to his face, making him stagger back. "Are you going to do everything to make sure he doesn't go to jail?"

Enji's eyes downcasted, "No... Dabi committed many crimes even though it hurts me to see my own son being punished it's something that must happen."

"Is it true that you were the cause behind his behavior?" She slightly smirked. "If a hero hurts his own family too, the innocent people have a right to feel afraid of someone like yourself-"

You clenched your jaw tightly, hands turning into fists. Your eyes quickly scanned the tv trying to find the location of where it was taking place. Luckily a message was sent to you about his whereabouts.

"Good," you mumbled seeing the interview was taking place down the street. Quickly you ran out of the building, not excusing yourself as you bumped into people. Your anger had risen, yes your relationship wasn't the same as it used to but you still loved him. No one else knew what you did, all the stuff he went through that fateful day when he found out about his existence. It wasn't fair to him to get treated as if he wasn't a human being with emotions.

When you had arrived the crowd had grown, some people were shouting for his defence while others stayed silent listening her speak.

"-aren't you the same reason as to why Rei Todoroki had to be sent to the hospital because you labeled your children's mother as a threat to their safety?"

You were beyond furious now. As you marched towards her people took a step back feeling the irritability radiating off of you. Your hand quickly connected with her cheek, stopping her from saying anything else.

The crowd became silent.

Enji was too shocked to say anything, he didn't know if it was because you showed up or that you slapped her in front of live tv.

You could feel the stinging sensation on your hand, but you didn't care. The reporter however held her cheek tightly, staring at you in shock. A bruise starting to form around her red skin.

"What the hell is your problem?!" You shouted.

"My problem?" She questioned looking at you as if you were crazy. "You're the one that just slapped me?!"

"You're seriously going to make yourself the victim? After all the bullshit you've thrown at him?" Staring at her down you continued. "Since the interview started you've done nothing but berate him in front of live TV for your pleasure. You never even once stopped to think about what he has been through!"

"Why should I?!" She retorted. "Endeavor is the most selfish, egotistical, bastard hero that has ever lived. He's never cared about his fans or those around him! It's my job to speak out the truth because others care too much about their reputation to do so."

"That's going to make you likeable?" You asked. "Do you think people who watch your show actually like you? The only thought that runs through their mind is seeing how much of a loud mouth, bitch you are."

Her eyes widened. "What did you just call me-"

"You heard me!" You exclaimed. "You make it seem as if no one can make mistakes these days. Every single hero you've interviewed you brought them down. Not once have you had anything good to say about them or the amazing hero work they've done. And I'm sick of it."

She stepped forward moving her hair to side. "If you hate it so much then why don't you go complain to my higher ups?"

"Oh trust me," you closed the gap between you two, glaring at her. "I'm planning on making sure this little show stops."

"Why do you even care about him?" She pointed at Enji, looking at him. "He's the worst possible person to hold the number one title."

Your face flushed a bright red, you could feel your heart racing faster. Standing tall, you stepped back looking at everyone around you. You walked over to Enji, standing beside him.

"Because I've seen how he's put himself back together after all the tragedies that have stuck." You spoke. "After fighting that flying nomu he didn't stop to rest afterwards, he cooperated with the police to find a way to stop them from attacking the city. He visited the people who were affected by that monster."

Turning your head to the side, you tilted your head up to look at him. To really take a good at him, for the first time since you two became distant.

"Yes he wasn't the best hero even before he was given the number one spot," you smiled small at him. "But nobody is perfect. Endeavor has struggled to make himself a better person and evolve but I've seen it first hand. He's worked hard none stop to make change and put an end to the league of villains. I know the difference that he can make, he's the hero who can do it." Putting your pride aside you reached out and held his hand lovingly. "So I ask that we give him the chance to prove himself and for him to show us what he's all about. Endeavor deserves it just like anyone else deserves a second chance."

Enji looked at you with such love in his eyes, he was taken back by your actions but it only made him fall in love with you all over again. He forgot how warm your skin always felt, compared to his, no matter what the weather was like. He missed having you close to him, holding you during cold nights. Or when you would let him lay his head on your chest when he came home tired. He missed everything about you.

"Thank you for being here for me." He softly spoke.

You blushed looking down at your intertwined hands. "I-I couldn't let her speak about you like that... it wasn't right."

"I'm so sorry about how I've acted..." he sighed taking a hold of your other hand. "I shouldn't have let the distance grow between us."

"It was both our faults, don't blame only yourself." You said. "I should have sat down with you and talked like the adults we are. I'm sorry for not putting effort either especially this morning... I know you meant well."

Enji closed the distance between you both. "I promise from now on things are going to be different." He slowly leaned in, forgetting about the crowd that was still surrounding you two. He waited to see if there was any hesitation on your part, seeing there was none he continued.

You closed your eyes, feeling the light stubble he had grown on his face. You even stopped breathing as he got closer.

Your lips then connected together, even though it was the first time, the kiss felt magical. His lips were a lot softer than they had appeared to be. You missed him. The kiss just confirmed that the love you once had was still there waiting for it to escape to the surface again.

A smile formed on his lips making you chuckle. You both stood close kissing each other away, not even listening to the cheers and awes that erupted around you two.

Everything felt just as how it's supposed to be.

After a minute or so you both pulled away, mirroring each other's grinning faces. Enji pulled you into his chest as you hid your blushing face.

"I love you beautiful." He whispered into your ear.

You smiled resting the side of your face on his chest, hearing his heart beating fast.

"I love you too."

[𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖!]

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[savventeen]

you glow pink in the night

pairing: non-idol!the8 x fem!reader rating: G wc: 1.7k prompt: none, i just wanted to post something for minghao's bday <3 summary: you and minghao are in a long-distance relationship, and minghao returns to his apartment after meeting you in person for the first time. he finds a surprise you left for him in his luggage warnings: none tags: fluff, just pure romantic fluff, long-distance relationship, Yearning™️, talks about kissing, they are so in love it's insane, love letters a/n: i wanted to break my angst streak and post something soft for minghao day. also, while it's not explicitly stated, i wrote this as the reader being a transwoman! if that bothers you in any way, please do not interact, thank you 💜 (this was originally a sapphic minjoon threadfic that i'd posted on twitter) a/n pt. 2: there are two theme songs for this fic — can't help falling in love cover by ingrid michaelson and pink in the night by mitski

The apartment is quiet as Minghao enters.

First, there are the soft thumps of his sneakers when he toes them off in the entryway. Then, the jingle of keys as he drops them onto the countertop, the acrylic frog keychain you had gifted him clinking softly against the tile, followed by the low whirring of wheels across the wood floor as he drags his suitcase behind him to the bedroom.

The springs squeak as he flops face down onto his mattress with an exhausted grunt, and then — silence.

He's never been a huge fan of silence. Don't get him wrong, he loves the quiet — soft moments in nature or normally bustling parks.

But silence, pure silence, the kind that feels like it compounds in on itself until it feels like you're completely ensnared in it — it always leaves a little too much room for unwanted thoughts to flutter to the forefront of his consciousness, swirling and uncatchable like dust motes in the afternoon sunlight.

This particular silence echoes a little louder than usual, though. The absence is felt a little more keenly — the yearning leaning a little bit more towards unbearable than not.

He really should have expected this — a crash, one that would inevitably come after such an incredible high.

And oh, what a high it had been.

He had saved and managed and planned and saved some more until finally, finally, the stars had aligned, and he'd been able to take time off of work and school and book a flight to New York — to where the other half of his heart lives.

To you, his long-distance girlfriend of two years and the woman he planned to marry someday.

For an entire week, you'd gotten to live in each other’s pockets, gotten to never be more than an arm’s length away instead of thousands of miles. Gotten to be face-to-face, heart-to-heart, (lips-to-lips), instead of screen-to-screen.

It had been heaven.

And like all things, the good and the bad and everything in between, it had come to an end.

So here he lay, a fourteen-hour flight and an hour-and-a-half bus ride later, in a space devoid of the warmth of soft skin and high-pitched giggles that he'd just had the privilege of getting to hold in the palms of his hands.

His surroundings had so swiftly gone from hallowed to hollow, and he releases a shaky sigh into his pillow.

He doesn't want to sink any further into that line of thinking, so he rolls over and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his oversized hoodie, turning on his playlist full of swooping orchestral music and blasting it at full volume.

He tosses it beside him and goes to get up and start unpacking before realizing he almost forgot to do something important.

Snatching his phone back up, he holds it up above him as he's lying on the bed and turns on the front-facing camera.

Before he can overthink how tired he looks, hair falling all over the place and bags under his puffy eyes, he snaps a quick photo and sends it to you. He follows it up with a few quick texts letting you know he made it home.

to: y/n ❤️✨🌻

made it back to my place in one piece (but just a little emptier) (my heart is still with you, my love)

The melancholic yearning starts to creep up his spine once more, and before the vines can root themselves too deeply, he flings himself up from the bedspread and starts making a mental checklist of all the things he needs to get done before he goes to sleep.

First on the list: unpack his suitcase.

He looks to where his mint green hardshell luggage sits innocently at the end of the bed and stares down one of the anthropomorphic bonsai stickers that cover it.

Pointing a faux-threatening finger at it, he states, "You're up, bubs."

He expects unpacking to take no longer than ten minutes — all he needs to do is fling his clothes into the dirty laundry pile in the corner of his room, tuck his accessories away in their respective places on the dresser and in the bathroom, and then carefully put the few books he took with him back on the bookshelf.

Easy peasy. Except, when he kneels on the floor and opens the suitcase, he's not sure how much time he loses just staring at the sight before him.

Instead of the chaotic pile he'd carelessly tossed in the night before his flight back, everything he'd brought with him sits folded and rolled neatly, perfectly in place.

What catches the breath in his lungs and causes his heart to tremble, though, is the large envelope that sits atop everything, addressed to him in an elegant, curling script and sealed with a kiss the exact shade of coral he knows is your favorite.

"Oh, y/n..."

And he could probably blame the way his eyes are already watering with tears on the exhaustion from travel, but he knows that's only part of it.

The real reason is that even now, after two years of loving and being loved by you, he still isn't used to how you're able to fill his heart more and more each day.

With a slightly trembling hand, he picks up the envelope and brings it up to his nose, catching a whiff of vanilla and something sugary sweet — your perfume — before clutching it to his chest for a moment.

"Jagi, you're too precious, please," he pleads to the air, not sure what to do with the affection swelling up inside his chest like a helium balloon.

For a few moments, he lets himself bask in the glow of the feeling blossoming between his ribs — one that's always blossoming when it comes to you, over and over with new and more beautiful blooms.

He takes a deep breath in and releases it, slow.

Minghao tries to open the envelope as carefully as he can, but he has to stop and run to the kitchen for a pair of scissors so he can open it without tearing anything.

But soon enough, he's back in front of his suitcase with a beautifully hand-written letter in his grasp, and he dives head-over-heels into the elegant script.

My dearest Minghao, My love, my hope, my heart — this last week has been one of the happiest of my entire life. Never before have I felt so wholly myself, and never have I ever felt so wholly loved. Minghao, my beautiful moon, I feel so blessed that I got to bask in your light — that I got to see those wonderful little craters you call dimples up close and personal, that I got to press kiss after kiss onto them in the hopes that one day I might come close to filling them. Hopefully, someday soon, I can try again. Ever since I got to know you, you've been such an inspiration to me, in so many wonderful ways. One of the best (and sometimes worst) things I've learned from you is how to be present in each moment — how to let myself feel every joy and every pain, and to hold on to the things that matter. Not by force, but by faith — faith that the good things will keep coming back, and that they are worth putting into things other than just our memories. And so that's what I tried to do this last wonderful, unforgettable week: capture the memories in something besides my full-to-bursting heart. And because all I have will always be yours, these little pieces of me — of us — are yours as well. I hope they bring a little bit of relief to what I know will be a hard separation for both of us. Just know that someday we will get to hold each other again, and the next time I have you in my arms, I'm never letting go. I love you, Xu Minghao. More than any words could ever express. But since words are all I have, I will never cease to give them to you. I love you. As surely as the waves kiss the shore, I love you, I love you, I love you. Yours, always and forever, y/n

It takes Minghao a while to get to the end of the letter, only because he has to keep stopping to wipe the tears from his eyes.

And then he has to put off unpacking for another fifteen minutes because his heart is just so full — the blooms in his chest threatening to burst out past his ribcage, growing and growing and making him feel like you captured the sun and tucked it away just behind his sternum.

And the feeling only grows as he starts to unpack and finds dozens of slips of paper tucked into and between all his belongings — scrap paper and napkins and even the backs of a few receipts all falling victim to your elegant hand.

I can't believe you're here. We held hands for the first time today, and I can't stop thinking about how your fingers tangled so perfectly with mine.

You smile at me, and I feel like my heart has melted and pooled in the center of my chest.

The barista made a teddy bear in your latte, and it made you so happy I wanted to lasso the universe if only to give you the stars.

Minghao, light of my life, you are so brilliant. Buy my god, you can be stupid. (I love it though. And you. So much. Don't ever change.)

I watched you bite your lip, and I have never been so desperate to kiss someone. To be kissed by someone. To be kissed by you. Kiss me, Minghao. Kiss me, and don't ever stop kissing me. Kiss me until the world has ended and we've returned to stardust. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.

And like a river flows, surely to the sea, Minghao knows with every fiber of his being, that some things — the moon, the stars, you and him, together — some things are meant to be.

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: fireside

Remus eventually manages to get Sirius up to the sofa, but that's as far as he can go before his body gives out on him, muscles collapsing over bone, sinew stretching too tight before snapping free like a rubber band let loose and springing rapidly. Remus stays with him, holds him close, murmuring apologies into his hair and ears that are useless and pointless because this will all be gone soon. Sirius will forever be trapped in that emptiness, and it terrifies him more than he thought anything ever could.

They sit by the fireside for hours, breathing together, Sirius drifting away until Remus pulls him back with a tender touch to his side or neck, a press of lips to the top of his head, so familiar now, like they've been doing it for years and eons, spreading and stretching like searching fingers, winding through time, merging it into one place, here and now, just them as they are. At some point, skin works its way against skin, a hand sliding past the line of Sirius' trousers, fingers tracing the nearly clean path of the mark that exists of his hip that's still baffling to him.

"Tell me about it?" asks Sirius in a near whisper when his voice finally returns to more than a croak of sound, lifting his head to look at Remus beneath heavy, drooping lids, every part of him riddled with fatigue he can do nothing about.

Remus' hand stills on his hip, eyes searching out Sirius' own. He seems to hesitate for a moment even as his free hand drifts over the back of Sirius' head.

"There's not really much to tell," he murmurs. "I wasn't paying attention to much. You were there, I remember you now, but it's like this vague memory, like you're a shadow I can't believe I ever missed for a second. You were singing – terribly, I might add – carrying on like the entire world was your stage. These drinks kept appearing before me, and I think I remember you hovering around, but I ignored you. I wasn't there for anyone, just trying to drown myself a little, but there you were in that lav, just this bright, blinding light, drawing me in like a moth. I normally wouldn't – I don't usually do things like that so close to the moon. Control is…difficult to hold then, but you were impossible to resist."

Sirius hums and Remus presses their foreheads together, a gentle connection that quickens Sirius' breathing.

"I still can't quite believe it was you, but now I'm not sure how I've missed it for so long," continues Remus just as quietly as before, voice a soft wisp of sound between them, breath warm as it hits Sirius' face, lulling his body to relax more from its tightly wound state. "You were…beautiful, even in the dark and the dank. The sounds you made were intoxicating, something primal in them that made me – made that thing inside my head claw and howl for you, like he knew you were important." Remus stops and swallows thickly, Sirius able to hear it echoing in his ear. "When I scratched you, I didn't even realize at first, and you didn't seem to notice either. It wasn't until we were done that I saw the blood on my fingers and I panicked. Ran. Like a coward. I didn't really have a choice. I had to go, I know that, but I keep thinking that maybe if I'd been able stay, none of this – "

"If you'd stayed, it wouldn't have changed anything," interjects Sirius. "I would have wandered off because I was too pissed to see straight at that point, guessing by the opera, and this still would have happened. The only difference is that maybe I never would have met you again. Maybe you wouldn't be here now. Maybe I'd be spending my last days alone."

"Don't say that," begs Remus, face pained. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Sirius stares up at him, seeing the hopelessness in his eyes reflected in his own. "I don't know what you can do to stop it, Remus," he says weakly. "I'm stuck. Telling James anything is a bad idea. He won't believe it, I know him well enough for that. He'll accuse you of tricking him. He'll lash out. He's hurting and he'll make you hurt in return."

"I'm already hurting," whispers Remus, and he pulls Sirius in closer, clearly intending to stay this way for as long as possible, until a knock on the door interrupts their quiet, mournful solitude.

When Remus swings it open after leaving Sirius on the sofa, Sirius' breath escapes him as he takes in the figure standing on the other side. His mouth falls open, like he's staring at a figment that shouldn't exist, something long buried in his memory.

"Andy," he exhales.

"Hello, Remus," greets Andromeda, the same regal stance in her posture Sirius remembers so well, sending a chill racing down his spine even as something in him calls out to her.  

[delta-queerdrant]

ballet of the unhatched dicks (Partuition, s2 e7)

Gosh, season two is a real bummer. I know I will find joy in this show again, but “Partuition” is not it.

Before we get into it, red alert, turn on the klaxons, it’s Janeway hair watch! I genuinely thought I’d lost my mind when I started the episode and found a season two Janeway bob on my screen. It’s not the best ever iteration of Janeway with short hair, but they were trying a thing. 

The bob is (spoiler) gone by the next episode. Let us not contemplate the in-universe logistics of Janeway’s disappearing-then-reappearing mane and just appreciate that movement, of a kind, is happening on the hair front.

Anyhoo, the rest of this episode is nonstop yikes on bikes. Tom realizes he has a crush on Kes, Neelix gets jealous, and our boys are stranded on a dangerous planet to work out their feelings. There’s also a baby dinosaur question mark?

I don’t hate jealous Neelix as a story thread. Narratives about toxic relationships are important! What I hate hate hate is the way this show repeatedly fails to center Kes or her feelings. This episode is wall-to-wall men having opinions about Neelix being a bad boyfriend, when it could be a story about Kes coming to terms with having a bad boyfriend. It’s so bad, y’all, and I want to launch it into a nebula.

The emotional immaturity of Neelix, Tom, and indeed the script itself, comes out in the high school tenor of the comedy. Like, there is a food fight. Tom acts like a teenager who, quote, “can't let myself be alone with her” (barf). The writers are like, “teehee, aren’t men the WORST,” but I am genuinely offended on behalf of actual men, who are adults and don’t need to be told their bad behavior is cute or funny or whatever.

Nor do we get counter-programming in which smart, capable, emotionally intelligent Kes realizes she is too good for this nonsense. Instead the Doctor delivers an APPALLING monologue in which he states, “You should consider it a high compliment. Throughout history, men have fought over the love of a woman.” To my ear Picardo is struggling with this dialogue, which is supposed to be drily witty but springs from a “boys will be boys” attitude that doesn’t make sense from our dispassionate, take-no-crap EMH. 

The solution to our love triangle, obviously, is for Tom and Neelix to be stuck in a proverbial elevator together, working out their jealousy issues as if they are characters in The Iliad fighting over female chattel. We get a garbled science fiction plot (I had a hard time suspending my disbelief on this one, with its reliance on old wives' tales about baby birds not being removed from nests, and a grown man proposing to leave an alien infant to die). The only nice thing I can say is that the baby bird alien is actually kinda cute? I dunno. I like what I like.

As our boys discuss their feelings for Kes behind her back (yuck), Neelix figures out how to care for the baby alien (to which Paris says, “You're not its godfather. You're its godmother." Holy crap, this show is written exclusively by men who, when they watch their kids, call it “babysitting”).

Paris and Neelix make up, but there's something crucial missing, a scene that every romantic comedy fan knows and loves: the grovel. The grovel is what makes battle-of-the-sexes narratives work. In romantic comedies, men are never forgiven until they show that they know what they did. Both of these men have much to apologize for, but Kes never hears a single apology. The nicest line we get is Neelix’s, “I don't pick Kes's friends for her,” but he says this to Tom.

Apparently when the patriarchy asks itself, “how could we suck less and treat women better?” the answer they come up with is: “we could be bros?” “we could agree to share?” It is inane and offensive and I want to throw it into the garbage and then set the garbage on fire.

SO BAD. 0.5/5 strands of Alfarian hair pasta. 

[xx-kenz-xx]

LETTERS I'LL NEVER SEND #2 : To my Second Love

I've heard so often that you will have 3 solid loves in your lifetime, and that the 2nd is always a lesson.

I've also always been one to challenge things that I hear, thinking that maybe I'm different or special in some way, but at the end of the day I am only human.

You were a lesson for sure, at the time I met you I felt as though you saved me, you made me feel emotions I didn't think I was capable of feeling anymore. You made me happy, you made me feel loved, and appreciated and wanted, and at the time that's all I needed.

You were in the chase, and you acted like it. You showed me every day how important I was and I started to believe it for a bit. I started to feel as though life was looking up for me, and that maybe I had finally found someone who wouldn't break me.

We made memories, we had fun, I didn't care so much at the time about being understood, it wasn't a necessity to me so long as I was loved.

I remember you told me you liked girls with red hair, and although I was born and grew up with lucious red lockes, it didn't feel like enough. So I began to feel self concious and I started dyeing it. If I ever made a change, I felt as though you'd no longer love me.

I was in probably the most vulnerable state of my life the first time you hurt me. The first time you proved to me that maybe you weren't who I thought you really were. I remember how broken and used and useless I felt when I realized no matter what I did and no matter what you said, another girl would always catch your eye more than me.

Still, I took care of you, I loved you, and I put my own feelings aside. I made excuses for you since I didn't want to feel alone again, and I started to go numb.

When I finally had enough and confronted you, you cried. Not because you felt bad, but because you'd been caught. You didn't understand what you'd done to me, nor did you care enough to try, but still, I stayed.

You told me that at this time in my life, I was boring. Those words still haunt me to this day. How you could have so little regard, so little care in you anymore that you could look at the state I am in and not care for me, but once again find a way to make it all about you.

I felt responsible for this, as I had always taken care of you, and still planned on doing so as that was the commitment we had made. I still loved you.

I remember you promising you'd stop, I remember not believing you.

You continuously showed me why I was correct in not putting trust in you, as you continued to do exactly what you knew would hurt me the most. You still didn't care.

I begged you to leave, as I knew I didn't have the strength to do it myself. I told you to go find another girl you could actually love more than yourself, and you refused, claiming you loved me and me alone, but the classic cliche of actions that speak louder than words continued to rear its ugly head around every corner.

Eventually I gave up. I knew I'd never find someone who would be able to love me the same way I loved them and I settled. I felt stuck and alone and lost. I would watch people in relationships and wish I could even feel for a moment the way that they did. I still do.

I see couples holding hands and making jokes and speaking to eachother almost in their own language, I see the connection and the passion and the love and I know I am capable of providing that, but I don't think anyone will ever see me as worthy of receiving it.

You broke me in ways I didn't think possible. Bringing me up from what I thought was my lowest just to drop me off of a cliff into the deepest darkest fall I could imagine until I finally hit the bottom and just lay there.

They say the second love is the lesson, but I am not sure what I've learned other than not being able to trust a soul anymore. If the lesson isn't that I give more to the world than I will ever receive I dont know what it is.

I am beginning to believe that my lesson, is that some people are born to be alone, even if they have the most love to give, they won't ever feel the same reciprocation. I believe my lesson is that I am to love, not to be loved, and that I need to find a way to live with that.

[rassvetsky]

Tips & Tricks

eddie munson x gn!reader

Throughout the time you two had been together, Eddie developed a few tips and tricks on how to get his way. He's not a manipulative lover, no, how dare you think that, but he just sometimes.. wants his needs to be met rather immediately, you know?

[1k] | fidgeting, fluff, established relationship, eddie being the cutest idiot out there, idk what this is, poor english & tons of mistakes.

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

The first one he discovered was the puppy eye method. It was even before you two hit it off as lovers, forest meet-ups becoming a regular thing between the two of you.

Throughout the time you two had been together, Eddie developed a few tips and tricks on how to get his way. He's not a manipulative lover, no, how dare you think that, but he just sometimes.. wants his needs to be met rather immediately, you know?

You liked it there, often studied with Eddie by your side -which he always jokingly complained about, "how dare you steal the only place that belongs to me!" and you always stuck out your tongue to him in response, because he practically lived in your personal space- and sometimes, which, by sometimes you could mean every fifteen minutes, he would act like he needed your attention so bad to the point where he would die in the next ten seconds if you didn't look at him.

Knowing he wouldn't actually die and you really needed to start getting things done, you didn't spare even a bit of your attention at first. But the first time he -accidentally- looked a bit too cute in his whiny state? The way his cartoonishly big, shiny brown eyes bore into yours? You practically melted in your seat.

And having known Eddie for months now, you knew he would never live it down.

The second one was the manhandling method. Now, this is for more urgent situations, such as when he wants to sleep but you don't -and again, how dare you, he can't sleep without clinging to you!- or when you get too distracted during a shopping session and he really, really wants you to check out the cooler shirts.

For months on end, whenever he wanted something from you and you just wouldn't give in, he'd pull the puppy eye card shamelessly. He'd do it fifty times a day and yet you'd still give in because, hello, have you seen that guy? He looks like a 10-minute puppy compilation- but humanified!

This one is really simple. He just picks you up, walks with you on his shoulder towards where he needs you, and sets you down. Done. It's kind of inconvenient sometimes though, because it tends to scare you at first, but does he care? No.

The loud "Eddie, put me down!" can make a passerby uncomfortable, but it just entertains Eddie, so they can go to hell -the specific hell called "you deserve to rot because you don't appreciate my lover as much as I do" that he re-creates in his mind for each time someone fails to treat you like royalty-.

The third one, which he named 'The Kitten Whisperer' method, isn't always effective but when it is, your serenity relaxes him, too. This is for situations in which you are experiencing a negative emotion of any kind.

Eddie just holds you, tucks you closer to his chest and cards his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp in a way you'd do to a kitten, to put it to sleep. He listens to you as you rant while his fingers are deep in work, occasionally humming along to your words and letting you know that he's there, he'll always be there and he's listening to you, because you're important to him.

A few times after he did this, you picked up on it too, holding him close with one arm wrapped around his shoulder and the other massaging the back of his neck, and the sides of his head. He didn't realize how relaxing it actually was until you did it to him, so even though it's a rare occasion, -if you'd call 'almost every night' rare- he whips out the puppy eye for a scalp massage too.

The fourth tip is very important, and it's for similar occasions where you need to have something smaller to focus on, in order to momentarily forget about other things that are running through your mind. It's the infamous 'Let It Fidget' method, and it's truly convenient, because it's useful regardless of time, place and surroundings.

Eddie actually learned it from you, when he was observing you. Whenever you got stressed about something but couldn't talk about it at the time, you'd grab his hand and play with his rings a little, or run your nails through his chain bracelet.

He thought it was so lovely, probably the cutest thing he had ever seen too, because you'd have this tiny pout on your lips and a lost look in your eyes.

Each time this happens, he makes sure to press his soft lips against your cheek and whisper to your ear about how you've got nothing to worry about, and that he's there for you.

The fifth one is a bit annoying for both ends, to be honest, but it needs to be done! On cold evenings, Eddie makes sure to take off whatever he has on, whether it's a vest or a jacket, and put it on you. Some of them look a lot bigger on your figure and Eddie, bless his heart, could tattoo the sight on his forearm to look at it forever.

But sometimes, you wouldn't feel as cold as he did, and argue with him about why he needs to keep the jacket and that you're not feeling cold, but he won't have it! If he's cold, you must be freezing. Can't have his favorite person go through hypothermia now, can he?

He believes he's keeping you healthy this way, so that you never catch a cold or anything. Because if you get sick, he'll get sick too. -since he never listens to you when you tell him to stay away, because, in his words, "tiny invisible beasts can't keep us apart, baby!"-

Little does Eddie know, you've developed your own list of tips and tricks on how to keep your Eddie safe, healthy and happy too. And you're aware of each and every single trick Eddie uses on you, but you don't mind that, how could you? He's obviously smitten, to the point where his main priority in life is to keep you up with your own priorities.

Because microwave food is real food, too!

But Eddie is still sure he can outsmart you with those tricks any day, because come on, he's like, again, in his words, the smartest guy ever and if you just let him do his thing, he'll keep you warm, fed and healthy. In his own standards.

[rcksmith]

Desire — Kaz Brekker

(Photo not mine)

Requests: “Hello there! I've been around this blog for a bit now and you are an amazing writer! I was wondering if you would be ok with doing something with 21 28 & 29 from the smut prompts and kaz brekker? If you are uncomfortable please just ignore this!”

“Kaz brekker Smut prompts 28 66?? Love you💖!!”

“I can request Kaz smut prompts 29?❤️”

Smut prompts:

21. “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

29. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

66. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of shot, mention of desire, desire, mention of smut, explicit smut, NSFW.

Word count: 3k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There was something about you. Something impossible to decipher, with a glow hovering around you like a electrical energy. Wrapping your whole body in a cloak of magnetism. There was something about the way you spoke, walked, laugh. Something about what it was like to be you, in your beauty and mysteries like a sphinx.

Something that made Kaz Brekker completely furious.

You couldn't be more distorted from the image, in Kaz's mind, than what was to be a peaceful woman. Calm, controled, with steel emotions and wit in eyes. Someone who, like him, knew how to dance the waltz of negotiation, manipulation, who could blend in with the shadows and know the best time to listen more than speak.

You were not like Inej, you were not like Jesper. Hell, you were like nobody Kaz has known in all of his 28 years.

Nothing reminiscent of calm and control would be used to describe what it meant to be you.

Your soul are stormy, loud, obstinate, too stubborn and too talkative. You needed to speak loudly, laugh, move, expose your opinions to the seven winds and to whoever listened the most. You needed to question, inquire, doubt and test the limits of any situation. A direct order for you would be an affront to your free and independent spirit. A command that would curtail your freedom or tame your strong genius was almost like an invitation for you to do exactly the opposite of what they had ordered you to do.

So, for a man of trained reasoning, subtly balanced world, and who was used to his every command being followed vehemently and promptly in blind obedience, such a personality like you was like introducing a disturbing factor capable of shaking all his judgments. Sand in a watch, or stone in a shoe, would be no more a nuisance than a strong nature like your.

The extraordinary stubbornness and mania to counter his orders - when, in your words, they were unreasonable - had made you different from all the women Brekker had ever met. Kaz liked challenges and responsibilities, a good puzzle, but you were on a level far beyond that.

You were a danger to his peace of mind. And you knew that. All his aversion to your indomitable spirit only served as fuel for your own mission in to piss him off. Few men were like Kaz Brekker, you knew that, with a strength of character too powerful to be ignored. He was not just comfortable in his position of authority as he was obviously unable to act in any other way than as a leader. His stoic figure and always so contained in a wall of indifference made you want to ruffle his hair to see if you could remove any emotion. And being a girl who hasn't always liked leaders, Kaz Brekker was a huge temptation. Few moments had been better than those that you managed to piss him off beyond what he could handle.

However, all the reasons why the two of you were so exasperating for each other, did not explain why the air crackled in ambiguity when your eyes met. The hemisphere was adorned in a thought-provoking, poignant veil, like a warm honey flowing down its throat, and there was something else in the way blood flowed like flames of fire through veins of you two.

Jesper said that the sexual tension between you was so tangible that it could be cut by one of Inej's knives, but you refused to think of Kaz that way. At least until that moment.

Not pure images of what the infamous Brekker could do to you between four walls swept you like the strong Arabian wind. Making you be surprisingly breathless. Kaz was not a man whose private life was exposed, nor was he involved with many women, but you have heard two or three of them when they were drunk saying that Kaz Brekker in the room could be incendiary.

Everyone knew that his touch reserve didn't limit him to anything, but that his job was at the top of the priority list and that sexual encounters were almost never on that list.

"It was not my fault!” Jesper defended himself one night, slightly drunk, sitting at the club's round table next to the other crows “I didn't know he was married to another man! That damn pretty face seduced me!”

"Did he seduce you?" You asked, skeptical and playful.

"I swear to God! And it had been a long time since I had sex with anyone, and I went… ”

“But you did sex last week." Inej laughed, chocked.

"Exactly!" Jesper said, as if he were obvious.

You laughed with your beer glass in your hand, taking another sip.

“Is a week a long time to not sleep with anyone?" Matthias retorted, trying not to laugh.

“Are you going to tell me that is not?” Jesper and Nina spoke at the same time.

“If a man has time for sex more than once a week, he clearly doesn't have much to do. And I'm sure I gave Jesper a lot of tasks that would keep him busy.” Kaz narrowed his eyes at his friend, and Jesper hid his guilt behind the rim of his beer glass, looking to the side.

"So you are saying that you are a very busy man?" You teased, trying not to laugh at the scathing look Kaz sent you.

"I disagree. The values ​​of hard work and discipline cannot match the hot body of a woman in bed.” Matthias said, exchanging a brief conspiratorial look with Nina, who winked at him.

"There are more important things." Said Kaz.

"Like what?" You rested your chin on the back of the hand whose elbow was on the table, the playful look of a rebellious student.

"Progress." Kaz held your gaze.

He wasn't going to take your bait. But you didn't give up easy.

"Tell me, if God gave you a deal: all the hunger in the world would be extinguished in exchange for you never being able to have sex again, what would you choose?" your eyes had a teasing feline glow.

At that moment, Kaz felt a shiver up the back of his neck, like a warm breath of autumn. Something crawled, like a snake, across his rib cage and down to his groin, pumping blood like fire through his veins.

He held your gaze, but the feline glow in your eyes promised to contain the most ardent sins. Suddenly, Kaz's mind was flooded by the wave of obscene images of you, on his bed; moaning, squirming, shouting his name and being very obedient with every order he gave you.

He would make you such a good girl...

"I don't believe in God." He replied succinctly, the predator's eyes still in your eyes audacious feline's.

A big, satisfied smile spread across your face, and you said: "As I thought. Bad luck for hungry people.”

Realizing that he had fallen right into your cunning trap, Kaz got rid of your diabolical magnetism and cursed.

“I didn't say…” he stopped, impatient “It doesn't matter. I have more important things to do than waste time here.”

But the smile you hid behind the glass was noticeable to Kaz.

After that night, the crackling, gasping flame that circled the two of you intensified to alarming levels. Kaz could feel you holding your breath when he was too close, and you could see him squeezing his cane harder when you sweetened your voice for him.

However, regardless of Kaz's wanted to fold you at a table and put an end to your brat girl pose, enjoying the groans he was sure you would let out, the two of you still fought like dog and cat.

Just as it was now.

“What do you mean, I'm not going?!” You looked at Kaz, amazed, when he told you that you would not participate in the robbery that week “I know that security system like the back of my hand!”

It was true, what you had of stubbornness, you had of technological intelligence. There was no computer that you would not hack, a program that you would not hack, and a system that you would not unlock. Your genius with technology made up for all your lack of obedience.

But Kaz ignored. “I've already told you. It's a more dangerous mission than you're used to and we don't have time for the plans you come up with right away.” He needled you.

“Are you referring to Switzerland?” You were never anything short of direct and inquiring. It was logical that you would question every orden. “But I already told you that when the alarm went off your plan didn't work anymore! I was more useful inside to deactivate the alarm than waiting outside.”

And stubborn. Holy God, how stubborn you were!

"And it cost you to get shot."

"But it was just a shot!"

Kaz looked at you, puzzled. “Just?! And wasn't it enough ?! You put the whole team at risk!”

“But if I hadn't deactivated the alarm, we would all be arrested! And only I knew how to do that!”

"My fucking God, isn't there a speck of common sense in you?!"

But you answered boldly: "Not when you impose clueless plans on me."

Mortified would be an understatement to describe how he was now. What an unbearable creature! Kaz felt the anger spread from his neck to his face, igniting his breath and squinting his eyes in annoyance.

Why was it so difficult for you to follow a simple goddamn rule?!

“Besides, your initial plan was flawed and there was no reason for me to be out when it was necessary inside and...” And you kept talking!

If you had noticed Kaz's completely enraged state in front of you, you would have been scared, shut up and ran. But, truth be told, Kaz suspected that even if you knew how to read the murderous humor in his eyes, you wouldn't have left that office. Much less be afraid. You could argue with the demon. And you would probably beat him out of tiredness.

However, regardless of the desire to shake you up, to see if that put any good sense in you, in that second, watching you gesture with your hands, defending your point of view as if it were the england queen's crown, something swept Kaz's body from the top of his head with dark hair to the tips of his illustrated boots.

The sound of the world was drowned out by the flow of blood itself in his veins. His heart hammered hard in his chest and, in that instant, a sharp sting in his groin and the pit of his stomach set him on fire.

His gaze went down to your mouth, which kept moving. And when it came up to your eyes, your stubborn and defiant gaze sent Kaz's rationality into space. He dropped the cane abruptly, which toppled to the floor with a hollow crack, and advanced towards you in firm and determined steps.

Gluing his gloved hands to your face, Kaz silenced all your protests with a strong kiss. Hot, fiery, domineering. The kind of kiss that held years of camouflaged desire, years of irritability, years of an unnerving desire to make you shut up with all the perverse forms that existed.

You weren't afraid of him. But you should. You should if you knew everything he wanted to do with you.

However, as if you have been burning in the same desire for years, you responded to that kiss with the same urgency. The same hunger. Kaz slipped his hands into your hair, closing his fingers there and deepening the kiss with ferocity. He felt beside himself, like a hungry wild animal that had been denied food for years and that only now had its teeth set on its prey. You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands to his lean, strong biceps, squeezing your fingers there.

You both needed air, but neither seemed to give a damn about that. Misted of desire that burned like a fire in their bodies, Kaz pushed the two of you backwards, slamming your back against the wall and swinging a frame beside. You gasped, and the gesture made it possible for Kaz to invade your mouth with his tongue, hunting every piece of hot meat. You two fought the same battle in that kiss: invade, dominate, conquer.

They both wanted to take the waltz, but Kaz would never let you conduct the show.

He pulled your wrists up, pinning them with one hand against the wall, leaving you immobile while sinking his mouth further into yours. Kaz felt you try to get rid of his tight grip, but he was stronger than you. And much more when he have a objective.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He murmured against your mouth, the tip of his tongue playing with your bottom lip. “You know I don’t like to be teased.”

Was impossible for you to control the loud moan that escaped. Your body trembling with desire, your legs wobbly, your wet core vibrating with his words. Kaz Brekker was a fallen angel. With a beauty and charm you've never been immune to.

How can you think you'd win the dominance game with him?

And, like the fallen angel he was, his smug and arrogant smile painted the corner of his lips when he saw what his lines did to you.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Kaz mocked “If I knew it was only necessary to do this for you to shut up...” he brought his lips closer, his voice hitting yours “I would have fucked you like the naughty brat you have been a long time.”

If his caustic and maddening kisses hadn't been enough to break you in half, that statement would have done all the work.

In that second, you hoisted your white flag, biting your lip in a needy moan and closing your eyes for a second by the overwhelming vibration of your core. God, you needed more. Whatever he gave you. Anything he wanted to give you. You just needed more.

"Are you going to be good?" He played with the dough you were in his hands, his devilish mouth going down your neck, leaving a trail of fire and debris wherever he went.

You agreed, desperately. “Yes, Sir."

That title seemed to do things with Kaz. Because in the next second, his mouth was back on your. More urgent, more needy, more dominating. You shifted your hips for more friction with his, and Kaz rewarded your obedience by pulling one of your thighs forward, making your skirt go up, aligning your thigh on his hips and giving access for his member to fit perfectly against your pulsating core.

You moaned louder this time. Fingers clenching, heart pumping frantically. Kaz pulled his lips away from you for a second, taking his hand off your thigh and bringing it to your mouth.

“Pull.” He ordered, referring to the glove.

You murmured a low, excited moan, bringing your mouth to the glove and clenching your teeth on the cloth at the top of his middle finger. Satisfied, Kaz pulled his hand back, watching the alabaster skin peel away from the leather fabric. As soon as he was free, he removed the glove from your mouth, replacing it with his own and stealing all your breath in that fiery kiss.

His free hand wandered over your thigh, touching you for the first time with a touch that promised to show you all the most delicious and secret sins in the world. His tongue wrapped around your again, and the moan you let out was even greater when his long fingers brushed against your wet, throbbing core.

"S-sir!" You sobbed, your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"Look at you." His fire voice beat against your lips, the tightness against your wrists getting stronger, more possessive "I’ ve only started using my fingers and you ’re already shaking"

Your body cried out in unbridled desire, sobs mingling with loud moans and heavy sighs as Kaz tormented you with his fingers. He touched you, slid, opened and sank, increasing the volume of your pleas.

“P-please" You begged, the body in need, the urge too urgent.

Kaz looked you in the eye, a dark, malicious gleam burning in his Egyptian blue irises. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased you.

But you no longer cared about his teasing. With your lips swollen and red, your heart racing and the core pulsing in despair on his experienced fingers, you were already surrendered.

"Please. I n-need." You mumbled submissively, rummaging your hips in his hand.

"I bet if I wanted to fuck you against my desk, here and now, you would be very happy to do it, wouldn't you?"

He was foisting all of his dominance on you, bending you to your knees for him. And you knew that. You knew he was taking years of anger out on you. But you couldn't care less. You wanted him. Ardently. Desperately. And if it was a good girl Kaz wanted, damn it, you would be a good girl for him.

You readily agreed, your eyes shining in supplication.

“Good.” Kaz pulled you brutally off the wall, turning you over to the table and pushing your chest against the icy wood, pulling your hips at him. “Because that's exactly what is going to happen.”

Suddenly, desire and hunger roared like a wild beast. Kaz watched you, bent over his desk, obedient, surrendered, offering every inch of your body to him.

His breath was burning in his throat and it was no longer possible to order his thoughts, contain his euphoria. He would fuck you so hard that it would make that memory the only thought when you remembered him. When you dare to rebut his orders.

Kaz pulled you skirt up and your panties down, letting out a groan that sounded more like a growl as he saw your wet core. Pulsing and desperate for him. For anything he wanted to give you. It sparked a fervent desire that Brekker had never felt in his life, devastating any possibility of thinking about anything other than fucking you.

Playing with your fingers in your slick, wet folds, you whimpered again, the core pulsing whenever he teased you inside, pressing his fingertips there but never entering.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" His voice came over the top of your shoulder, hoarse, animalistic, full of profane desires.

"Please." You were quick to beg “I do what you want! But just...please, please… ”

You already felt your eyes watering from over-stimulation, your heart burning so hard it was beating, your core aching from emptiness.

You sealed the end of the game between you. Kaz had won. In a triumphant checkmate.

And you didn't have to beg again. Barely seeing when he unbuttoned his pants, you just reasoned his hard, hot, pulsating member by opening your from the inside. Claiming everything that was yours as his in a strong, desperate, hungry lunge.

"S-sir!" You screamed, your nails scraping the wood from the table, the core pulsing overwhelmingly around his rigid member.

In a more badly lunge, Kaz sank completely into you, moaning loudly as he hit rock bottom. The gloved hand slid over your shoulder, propelled you to him while the bare hand tightened on your waist, hitting you at a steady, raw, animalistic rhythm.

The sounds were pornographic, dirty and loud, echoing off the walls. The air was hot like molten lava, pungent and muffled, driving you two lost breath. Their bodies clashed as if the world was going to end tomorrow, in aggressive, rough thrusts. These were thrusts that made half of his things on the table fall to the floor, mixing in a mess that would serve as a reminder later about the sinful activities you two did.

You screamed when Kaz took on more force, his fingers squeezing you so hard that they would leave you with marks on your shoulder and waist the next day.

"Fucking hell!" Kaz snarled between his teeth, feeling your flesh throb around him, squeezing he with such desperation that he knew you were close.

You sobbed, tears streaming down the corners of your eyes as you pushed your ass towards him, trying to bring him as deep as possible, as deep inside you as possible. But every time his pelvis smashed into your ass, a loud moan and the feeling of being completely full drowned you.

You begged, pleaded, for something you didn't know. But Kaz seemed to know. Taking both hands to your hips, your pace became even more unperturbed, pushing you to the limit until you cum in a scream in his name, your lungs on fire. Kaz came close behind, sinking as deep as possible and pouring all the hot liquid into you. Almost like a brand.

The air was filled with sex, lust and desire, filled only by the sound of their ragged breaths that struggled to stabilize.

You were still panting when Kaz's voice came after you: "Whatever I want, don't I?"

A deal with the devil.

[yoursweetdenial]

I'm fine.

Description: Imagine that Karl Heisenberg invited you to his house to have a drink and have a good time together. You could not refuse him, because he does not seem to you such a bad person, as Lady Dimitrescu says about him. And now you are reaping the fruits of your indiscretion because you are so drunk you can barely stand, and you will have to somehow get back to the castle of your beautiful vampire lady.

Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu x reader

Word count: :)

You entered the Dimitrescu Castle, slowly closing the massive oak door behind you. You did not even know how you managed to do it, because you could barely stand.

"The last shot of tequila was obviously unnecessary."

You chuckled, struggling to climb the stairs to get to the main hall, and from there to walk to your and Alcina's shared chambers, but your legs did not obey you at all. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to climb at least one-third of the stairs, you sat down right on the steps and stretched your legs out, leaning your head against the railing. The coolness of the marble was somewhat refreshing, but it was impossible to banish the alcoholic haze. You were so drunk you couldn't even walk. There was no question of a coherent expression of thoughts. You prayed to all the gods that they would keep you from meeting Alcina at this moment. Lady Dimitrescu would not be pleased to see her lover in such a state. You were completely drunk. You felt really bad besides. And not only because you were ashamed and embarrassed about your condition, but also because you still thought it was kinda funny.

"God dammit Heisenberg! How could I ever accept his invitation?!" you asked yourself, still in the clouds, as a very silly smile bloomed on your face. "Oh I know... Sometimes he can be really... Ugh... Convincing."

Suddenly, you heard a noise that usually would make you truly happy, but not in this case. They were her heels, the sound of which seemed to resound throughout the castle. You shuddered. You tried to get up, but couldn't make a move. Then you tried to crawl away, so as not to be seen by the mistress of the castle, but your legs would not obey you. With a howl of frustration, you slumped against the stair railing, as if that would make you invisible to anyone else. Of course, it didn't work. When the sound of Alcina's heels was very close, you squeezed your eyes shut with all your might. However, the moment the footsteps in your direction stopped, you dared to open one eye and immediately gave a startled cry, instantly covering your mouth with your left hand. Lady Dimitrescu was standing right over you, looking far from happy.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" the tall vampire lady said, looking at you excitedly. "Ah, my little dove, what happened to you?"

"Nothing... Ugh... Really... I'm fine..."

It was difficult for you to express your thoughts coherently. The words were confused in your head. Your mind was filled with recently drunk alcohol.

"May I ask, draga mea, are you drunk?" it wasn't a question, but rather a statement. The lady pursed her lips in displeasure, and although her eyes were filled with visible disappointment, they also expressed extreme concern for your condition.

"No, I'm not!" you started to protest. "I would never go outside the castle and drink tequila with Heisenberg without your permission!"

"What?! Tequila?!! HEISENBERG?!!!" Alcina frowned, clenching her fists and showing her teeth. "Well, now I see..."

"No no no!" you tried to calm Alcina down. "I'm completely fine! Really. You don't have to worry, my love!"

Somehow, you managed to get up a little and grab the vampire's arm, drawing her attention to you.

"Please, Alci... Heisenberg's done nothing wrong."

"I'll decide for myself what he has done wrong or good," Alcina looked at you sternly, but without the previous irritation. You looked at her with the most innocent and pure eyes you could muster. After a few moments, the vampire's face relaxed a little. She even managed a small smile.

"This Alcina I like more than the one who was going to tear poor Heisenberg to pieces." you nervously chuckled, gently stroking the tall lady's hand.

"Don't be ridiculous, my little flower, Karl isn't a good man at all," with her free hand, Alcina ran her fingers through your hair.

"But he doesn't deserve to be slammed into a wall only because of his will to be friends with me," you replied as seriously as you could in such a drunken state of yours.

"He's the last person you should be friends with," Lady Dimitrescu frowned slightly, but quickly regained her calm and relaxed expression. "Either way, this conversation can wait until tomorrow. We'll go to bed now."

And without further ado, she took you in her arms, despite your feeble protests, and carried you up the stairs, straight through the main hall to your shared chambers.

"Why are you so worried about me? I'm just an ordinary person. And completely unremarkable. And you are a gorgeous, beautiful woman with incredible curves..." you said it, obviously without fully realizing what you were saying. Now Alcina will have another reason to tease you later, but that's not so important right now.

"I thought it was obvious. Well, I've grown fond of you, my little one." Lady Dimitrescu put you on the bed and sat down next to you. You rested your head on her thigh, looking into the tall lady's golden eyes, in which you saw nothing but boundless tenderness and warmth.

"I love you, Alcina," you told her, slurring your words and smiling stupidly, and received an equally sincere smile in return.

Lady Dimitrescu responded by gently running her hand over your cheek, then leaning down slightly and kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Y/N."

[swqns]

“ I swear it to you, I will never forget how you loved me. “

synopsis ;;

                    You think back on a distant memory of Kazuha finding you wounded at the Wangshuu Inn. He hadn’t been there to protect you from such an injury, but you two still looked back on it fondly. Now, you reminisce alone, praying to any god out there that Kazuha doesn’t have to see your downfall.

-- kazuha x gn reader

-- cw ;; blood , death , injury.

-- note ;; enjoy <3 do let me know which part of this hurt the worst in my inbox, im curious

Being a traveler, you’ve had your fair share of injuries. some worse than others. some … you weren’t quite sure how you healed from them.

Some injuries were sourced from carelessness, ignorance, or pride. you did take more care to not get injured after falling in love with kazuha, though. he means the world to you, you can’t imagine leaving him alone in it. you knew he had his worries about you, and as much as he wishes he could follow you into battle .. sometimes you just traveled where he could not follow. he was a wanted man, after all. but you always returned home. always on time, or earlier. you were never late so .. why were you late?

Kazuha paced back and forth, nibbling at his fingernails in his worry. you were supposed to be home from this commission hours ago .. where had you gone?

His pacing is interrupted by a deckhand knocking on the door of your shared quarters, the place you two had been calling home for a while.

“Kazuha, you have a letter. it’s important.“

He doesn’t say anything other than a quiet thanks as he unfolds the delicate paper, reading the words scribbled down. you can almost see the moment his spine stiffens and his blood feels like ice in his veins. kazuha is out of that door and jumping off the boat in a second, using his anemo vision to aid him in his sprint towards a certain inn.

He’ll be damned if he cares about getting caught. you have docked in liyue anyway, the chances were slim. all he cared about was reaching you in time.

The letter had been delivered to inform your fellow crew of your condition. you’d taken a hit from the blunt side of a mitachurl’s axe. it broke several bones on impact, but your arm had shielded most of the damage away from your ribs. you’d be extremely lucky if your arm healed back completely, though.

You’d been ushered to one of the upper floors of the Wangshu Inn by several adventurers who had found you on their way home, laying unconscious. your arm was broken, making even the seasoned adventurers wince at the sight of it. verr goldet had convinced the green-haired Adeptus living at the inn to deliver the letter, your condition was critical and your companions and loved ones needed to be notified of your whereabouts. after running the errand, however, he went back to his anti-social tendencies and disappeared against the mortal eye. he had no reason to be physically present with you .. but maybe he could watch over nearby and make sure you were breathing. just for verr goldet’s closure.

You can hear kazuha’s voice pierce the thick fog of your unconsciousness.

“Where are they ?! [ name ], i- i got a letter they were here and hurt, where are they ?!“ he calls, voice hoarse and you can almost hear the way his heart shatters in it. you don’t have the strength to open your eyes, but you can hear his light footsteps approaching the cot you’re resting on as the door opens.

Kazuha falls to his knees beside you, grabbing your unwrapped hand with his and holding it close to him, mumbling incoherent prayers to some god that you’re okay. you peek at him through your eyelashes, moving your hand to pet his hair.

“Kazu, you worry too much,” you speak.

A held breath leaves his body, and you can see his shoulders relax. unshed tears shine against his eyes, a shaky laugh leaving him.

“You worried me sick. what happened ? are you hurt ?”

You laugh. a weak sound leaving your beaten body, your hand once resting on kazuha’s hair moving to your shattered arm. “ … yeah.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows furrow and he stands to get a better view of your other arm. With how heavily it was bandaged, and the makeshift splint peeking through the layers of fabric and gauze, it wasn’t hard to figure out just how bad the injuries were. You had other bandages and bandaids scattered around your body, a few small ones on your face. kazu wordlessly presses soft kisses to each of the wounds on your upper body, scooping you into his arms. he’s mindful of your injury, keeping any and all pressure off of your arm.

..

Oh, how you wished you were in his arms again. the blue sky above you seemed to dull as you laugh. laugh at the gods for cursing you this way. left to bleed out on an expedition in jueyun karst. your previous break had left you with permanent injury in your arm, and though you could move it just fine, the range in which you could was not as good as it used to be. meaning, your entire side was exposed to enemy attack.

You knew how kazuha beat himself up that time. when you first broke your arm, he didn’t leave you alone until you had completely healed. apologies spewed from his mouth for the first few days. he was sorry he wasn’t there to protect you. how long it took him to get to you. sorry for not being the one to find you.

Knowing that, you almost hoped he didn’t find you. it would shatter him more than you just not returning home. it was such a warm place. you and kazuha shared many memories there. you grew closer there.

You let your eyes close, the blood loss making your eyelids feel like lead and your limbs feel like ice. maybe it wasn’t your delirious state that made the sky seem dull, as soft raindrops patter against your face, making your spilled blood travel with the water. does death feel warm, you wonder? as warm as kazuha’s hands around you? what you’d give to feel his arms around you one last time.

You’re too far gone to realize a warmth does embrace you until you’re physically shaken into consciousness. your eyes flutter and reveal a certain ronin dressed in red clothing. tears stream freely down his cheeks, his words nothing more than gibberish to you. you smile to yourself, cursing the gods once more to give the love of your life the pain of watching you die.

The downpour grows heavier, drenching both you and kazuha as it washes away every feeling from your body. with the little strength you have left, you lift a shaky hand and hold kazuha’s face. a smear of your blood is left from where you rub your thumb on his cheek, trying to reassure him with what you have.

“Kazuha, I love you. don’t you ever forget that” you murmur, and one of his own hands goes to cover the one holding his face.

“Don't talk like that. I’m going to save you, I won’t let you die here,” he speaks, but deep down you both know there’s no saving you. the edges of your vision go blurry as you lose the strength to hold your hand up, and kazuha does it for you.

“Swear to me. swear that you won’t forget how much i love you,” you whisper, and you can feel yourself letting your eyes close. if you have any hope of living, you know you need to keep them open. kazuha does too as he ushers you to look at him, to reopen your eyes, to say something. anything.

He can feel his will draining from his limbs as he hugs your dying body close to his. you’re cold, colder than any cryo beast he’s ever fought. colder than the rain falling on your bodies. you’re already gone, he realizes. pulling your body into his lap, he wraps an article of his clothing around you as he leans against a rock. letting the rain soak through his hair and into his clothes, he holds you close to him as your blood seeps into his clothing.

“I swear it.”

[dancingamongstdust]

Can you write a tsukishima kei X reader where they both tease eachother but don't realise that they have feelings for eachother. Then tsukishima says something really offensive to reader and she gets really upsets and ignores him, he then realizes his feelings for her?

I struggled writing this but it was actually quite fun! Thank you for the request.

Teasing was something fun. The tumbling words were light and playful, hinting at something more but never letting their secrets free.

You lived for the flash of annoyance in Tsukishima’s hazel eyes; a small smirk always betraying that he enjoyed the banter. Whether you were speaking to him or commenting loud enough to draw his attention, he would turn to you fully and respond in kind. Though his words dripped in sarcasm, you never took them personally.

Perhaps you should have. Your comments never held any malice and you always strayed away from actual insults.

Tsukishima didn’t quite understand that part of your game.

Some of the things that he said stung. In those times, you’d just flip him off and pretend to go about your day without a second thought. But they did bother you.

Enough to find you standing in front of your mirror and glaring at your reflection as though it could give you the answers. Everything about your relationship with Tsukishima was frivolous. You had never held a real conversation. He was just a stupidly confident man with a sharp tongue and honeyed hair. His glasses were ridiculous, his taste in music was poor, and his eyes were the type of golden brown that snatched your breath from your lungs.

You groaned and turned away from your reflection.

Why did you have to fall for him?

Was it because of his voice and the soft edge that lay beneath its harsh words? Perhaps the gentleness of his movements had drawn your attention. He never looked out of place and you envied him that.

You contemplated telling him initially but decided against it. Getting a better feel of his attitude towards you would help before any misguided confessions slipped out.

That lasted until the next day.

“I know I shouldn’t be expecting anything intelligent to come from you but think things through a little more before you speak.”

Tsukishima glanced down at you as he passed, the hint of a smile on his lips. The insult wasn’t meant. He had often mocked your intelligence before to little response – after all, he knew that you didn’t get easily offended.

This time though, you didn’t immediately respond and when you did, it was just a slight jab about something trivial.

He turned around to look back at you but you had hurried off somewhere.

Shrugging that off, he continued on his day until the next time he saw you. When he did, he waited for the retaliation.

And waited.

And waited.

He was so focused on listening out for your snide comment that he didn’t even pay attention to his other conversation. Yamaguchi, thankfully, didn’t need an active participant in his discussion. He only seemed minorly confused by Tsukishima’s confusion before continuing.

Once you’d left, he sighed and said, “Maybe it’s been a bad day.”

Tsukishima glanced over his shoulder to confirm you hadn’t walked back in. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You didn’t, like, call her a bitch, right?”

“What? Obviously not.”

Yamaguchi shrugged. “Then don’t worry so much about it. She’ll be back to normal soon.”

Tsukishima scoffed, electing to pretend the conversation was unimportant. He changed the topic onto something that was more in his area of expertise but his thoughts kept hanging on you. It irritated him to no end and he spent the rest of the day snapping a little too harshly at everybody.

The next day went no better.

He waited to hear your voice, having never realised before how well he knew it. It was something missing from his day and he didn’t even know why.

“It’s not my fault if she’s going to be sensitive about stupid stuff,” he stated when Yamaguchi next commented about your unusual silent treatment.

“Nope. Some people are just soft.”

“You’re one of those people,” Tsukishima had retorted. He meant it mockingly though any kind of rudeness had little effect on his best friend. It was part of who he was… he had really believed you understood that.

Yamaguchi tried to move on but Tsukishima continued with his complaints.

“Why would she just suddenly start taking offense to things?”

“Maybe you hit a nerve.”

“How was I meant to know she was touchy about her intelligence? Anyway, it was days ago. She should be over it by now.”

“If it’s bothering you that much, just say sorry.”

“It’s not bothering me.”

He wasn’t stupid – of course, it was – but he was hardly about to tell somebody that. You were nobody to him and your lack of comments was an absolute relief. In fact, he was rather happy that you had decided to finally take the hint.

A whole month passed and he stopped waiting to hear your voice. His stubbornness kept any apology away from you, even though one accidental meetup in the hall had nearly drawn one out. It was honestly ridiculous, he had nothing to apologise about.

He could apologise just to have you speak to him again… Tsukishima quickly chased away that traitorous thought. It was rare for him to apologise for things that actually required it, let alone for nonsense like this. A simple fact that everybody he complained to seemed to directly refute.

Just apologise. Just apologise. Like he cared enough to do so.

It took him another two months to realise why he minded so much. Why he was still hung up on you despite your supposed non-importance.

He had been walking with Yamaguchi when they passed a flower store, the place having a special on roses for your loved ones. Yamaguchi had decided to get some and for a split second, Tsukishima had touched the petals and considered buying some for you.

He pulled his hand away as though it had been burned.

“Normally you get fifteen for a situation like this.”

He scoffed at Yamaguchi. “You really need to deal with your obsession about this woman.”

Tsukishima didn’t buy fifteen roses but he realised then what it was about you that bothered him so. And he absolutely hated the conclusion that he came to.

He stepped in front of you the next day, drawing your attention to him (though he didn’t know that it rarely left). “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked.

“I’m not?” It sounded like a question, even to you.

Tsukishima wasn’t going to argue with you about it. He just raised an eyebrow and waited for you to sigh and continue.

“I’m just… I…”

“Wow that explains it very well.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Would it kill you to say something nice?”

“Since when have we ever been nice to each other?” he asked.

Of course you didn’t have an answer for that. You had never been ‘nice’ to each other – at least not in the way most people would consider nice. But the thing was, those moments still came to your memory fondly.

“You know, I always made sure never to actually insult you,” you said.

“I never actually insulted you.”

“Yes, you did,” you pointed out. “You’re constantly pointing out how stupid I am or how uncoordinated I am or whatever!”

“It’s not like I meant them.”

That tripped you up a little. Tsukishima’s height had you looking up at him, his expression entirely unchanged. Why would he have said things that weren’t true? It wasn’t like you had even initiated this entire taunt exchange way back when you had first met. Sure, you had responded but it was his comment on your hair that had gotten to you.

“You didn’t… what?”

Tsukishima stared at you like you were stupid. “It’s not my fault if you choose to take things personally but get over it a bit quicker, would you?”

It wasn’t an apology, not by a long shot, but it was enough to explain something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint yourself. Tsukishima wanted to talk to you. Even if he thought you were being childish, his main problem lay in your sudden silent treatment.

“We’re not friends,” you said.

“No.”

“So why do you care if we’re talking or not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t.”

He did. Of course he did. Part of him wanted to say that but his pride just wouldn’t allow it. Thankfully, the message seemed to get through to you regardless.

“Do you want to go out for lunch?” you offered.

“Why would I ever want to do that?”

You smiled, noticing the small smirk’s appearance on his face. “Tomorrow. At 12.”

“Fine.”

Tsukishima left you standing there, refusing to glance back even if he wanted to. He told himself it was because he didn’t care and it had nothing to do with the uncharacteristic smile on his face.

[levisgirll]

hello! if it's okay can i please request a little levi comfort one shot or headcanons? basically where he helps his s/o through a point in her life where she feels like she isn't good enough for levi or anyone and is just a crying mess in her room? lots of fluff please! thank u so much <3

𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬) ♡

text: wow thank you so much sweet anon for your request!!💕💕 i took my time to write this because i wanted it to be special and tried my best so i hope u enjoy this :,) pls send another request if you want to later in the future! ( i like ur ideas-). also sorry this was super late, i was busy with personal things and it got really hard for me to handle which took long ;c

synopsis: you were going through a really hard phase in your life right now. thinking you are not good enough to anyone, and not just anyone but especially your boyfriend, levi. he knows you well, too well, and he knows something is definitely up with you. once he finds out the reason he becomes devastated and comforts you in his own way which you realize it was quite unique and rare.

okay but big warning this is super fluff which will warm your heart (i promise!), and a lil bit of angst I guess🥺💕 enjoy!

He started to pick this up when you did not say ‘love’ back to him and when you started to avoid him, and talk less with him.

He tries to go closer to you and I find Levi trying to find the the right words what to say to you and he struggles to get the chance to hold your hand.

This actually made him upset and I find Levi a guy who later goes back and reflects everything he might have done to upset his girlfriend.

And this is canon, because Isayama stated the scene with rod, when Eren stopped as soon as he said that ‘comment’ when Levi was behind him, this made Levi think that had to mean this is how Eren and probably the others sees him. So when you slowly started to avoid him or not reply to him, this made him sad and he HAD to find out how to comfort u! sure he got upset but he wont sit down and do nothing.

It hurts his heart, because you are his lover.

But one day, he entered your bedroom and saw you crying your eyes out. Holding on to yourself as you sat down on the edge of your bedroom, sobbing. This shocked him, and his eyes would be wide open.

Since he shows a lot with actions, when he sees you crying, he goes and sits next to you and starts to rub from the nape of your neck and going down to your back slowly, showing that he is trying to calm down your sobbings and that he is here for you. “Let it out love, you have been strong for too long so don't hold back your tears.” Levi would say as you started to calm down. His heart would hurt and be in pain as he sees his lover cry, he wanted to help but he knew that it was always good to let it out first and wait till you are ready.

He then would mention all the times you were so nice, great and the many things you have done for him and others (just to cheer you up a bit) that y/n never even acknowledged. “D-Did I do that? I can’t seem to remember...” You would say as you wipe your tears with your fingers, Levi would sigh and give you a small smile, “You cant be forgetting that? that's why you mean a lot to me.” as he ruffled your hair.

He would go on and say that if you had close friends, family, etc and then including himself, there were people who care and love you. “And, you know I am always rooting for you to pull though whatever phase you are going through. I want you...to feel happy again, Y/N.” He would say quietly and softly rub your hands while looking at your E/C eyes, he was also clearly blushing and he tried his best not to stutter (cause that's how he is when he has a heart to heart conversation with you and he wants you to feel his warmth and love through his words)

“Whenever your ready to tell me either tomorrow or in a couple of days, that is fine but just know...I'm here.” Levi would say and hug your chest so lovely, you finally calmed down and decided to tell him what was bothering you.

Y/N: “It’s just....I feel like am”

Levi: “Like?”

Levi would patiently wait for your response and still looking at your eyes waiting for your answer as he was holding your face with both of this hands. “Like I’m not enough for....you” you looked away and pulled your face away from his face.

He was looking at you with a hurtful look on his face. Levi feels bad actually that you been thinking like this around him this whole time. “I thought I made u feel somehow special, cause you make me feel like that.”

He moved away and was by your side, he touched your hand and was pulling your fingers that was on the bed. “I’m sorry you were feeling like this. But, what is enough to begin with? Isn’t just being who you are...the good, kind, badass and lovely person you are is enough instead? To be good is enough, and I value that about you..”

“Levi….Love.” You say as you hiccup from your tears. That signaled him to go near you, so he got a chair and brought that in front of you as you were sitting on the edge of the bed and he held your hands softly and carefully while brining his handkerchief to wipe your tears that was running down your cheeks. “You know…I don’t think there was a day I did not think of you or did not love you. I cant even think of a day where I wasn't....and instead the days you weren’t by my side my mind was just filled with you.”

He does small affections and talks from the bottom of his heart while looking at you filled with love, and it was only to you and that meant a lot. He wouldn’t even do this to anyone as he doesn’t let anyone see this side of him but y/n, he cherishes this relationship so much.

He starts to take this opportunity to compliment you when he was longing to do that but, never knew how and when cause he was really nervous. He starts to talk how pretty your eyes, scars, hair, lips, body and so on is.

As he is complimenting you, go would go near you and towards your shoulders to leave some kisses there while he would brush your hair with his slender fingers smoothly “Is this okay?”. He wants to know if what he is doing is making you feel calm so he would continue if you nodded. He then whispers to your ear as he closes his eyes, “do you feel my love?”

He will encourage your self-care and confidence, because he really wants the best for you and realize how amazing you are!

“You know, I would be a fool to leave you alone tonight. I promised you that I will do everything in my power to help you once we got together to make us happy, Hm? So let me remind you tonight how special and enough you are to me..”

He would hold each of your finger one by one and stating every reason how much you mean to him “...even your fingers cant match up to the many reasons why you mean a lot to me.” Levi said with a soft chuckle and you started to blush.

After you and Levi spent a long time together, you both laid down on your bed and y/n slept first which gave Levi the chance to stare at your beautiful face this whole night. He loves it when you sleep next to him as he held you with his strong muscular arms, because this makes him at ease and at peace, he loved your presence it was magical to him.

After that long evening, he doesn't stop to show you his love and how much he thinks of you so he leaves you flowers on your bed whenever he goes out on a mission or even to wall sina/rose and you find that so pure. I see Levi actually doing this for his s/o as he tries to make up for his lack of words(cause he is kind of awkward with romantic words but that is only because he loves u deeply!!) he leaves u these flowers and you collect them all in a vase and that makes him wanna get you more.

Your presence meant the world to him, and Levi does not just pick ‘anyone’ to be his significant other and he felt such a lucky man to find you instead. This guy really loved his girlfriend, y/n.

Levi starts to interlock your pinky, he took this chance to finally overcome his awkwardness and shyness and he would do it anywhere.

Whenever you guys go out to buy something Levi would not let you leave the shop until you pick something. “Go on then, pick what you like.”

If you ask him literally ANYTHING, he is more than happy to try his best to help you and if he might not be able to, he will get others that will help you. In the end of the day you are gonna get that help.

When you both clean and you are both alone while the others went off to clean the other places, he would go behind you and hug you tightly around your waist and breathe in “you smell nice love, and you look nice.” And he would give you a long and soft kiss on the nape of your neck. No one would even believe you if you tell them that he is now recently doing this, but that just shows how special, important and enough you are to him and not anyone can see this side but you ❤️

He actually goes out and look for you one evening and he takes you to a nice spot in the cliff and u guys star gaze together?? I really see Levi doing this to cheer up his significant other and he would make his move later on by putting his hand around your waist and would give you kisses on your cheek under the moonlight. “Wow, it’s a beautiful night sky” his girlfriend would say looking up with finally a smile on her, this made Levi extremely happy inside. “It sure is, love.” Looking at you instead of the night sky with his soft smile that warmed your heart. It made your mind race. You were the only one who made him feel like this and even smile. You were more than enough to him.

Y/N: “Can we stay a little bit longer?”

Levi: “Little? Tch, I don't mind all night for you.” He would say while looking away to hide his face cause he was being nervous and he knew his face was red now!

He likes to watch your face reactions and expressions to any of his tea he would make for you or some snacks he would buy for you, and he finds it so cute. It was another of many ways to show his affection towards you.

Things happen for a reason right? and this made you see more of Levi and your bond with him was now stronger than ever.

Now, whenever you feel sad or want to cry, you now realize you have a shoulder to cry on and it was your amazing boyfriend, Levi.

He is literally more than ready to drop everything and give you one big embrace. “Darling, just know I am deeply in love with you. And I’m here to help, I mean what are partners for, Hm?” 

Like how he is always here to save you, have your back, support you, he will surely do anything else for you.

i hope you liked this anon and you are able to see this post c: <3 and if anyone else perhaps enjoyed it please leave a like or a reblog! I would appreciate it a lot <3 thanks again everyone :,)

[its-me-im-coraline]

A push to the right direction // Victoria De Angelis

words // 1241

warnings // maybe a little cursing, was meant to be a little angsty but I don't think i succeeded in that

pairing // Victoria De Angelis x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. again, for the millionth time, don't forget that sundays will be for "sleepovers" from now on, so I can have a bit of a break and still give you guys something so yay. also this originally was supposed to be out yesterday but toothace and all I could barely function at all sooooo yeah. I hope you enjoy the little beach vibes and locked in car scenrio 😂

request // yes, it was through messages by @tabi-toast so i'm putting it here

"I’d like to request some friends to lovers with Vic where the boys notice that they like each other and try to push them towards each other? Maybe some angst but mostly lots of fluff hehehe"

summary // Victoria and reader have been friends for a while, both harboring unspoken feelings. While the two are oblivious beyond their minds the boys of the band have figured out all the glances and sublte touches the two share. Well, all they need is a little push to see the truth.

It was simply agonizing. The way the two looked at each other lovingly, staring with adoration every time they were sure they would not get caught, the way they spoke of each other, constantly using the fondest of words… They were both suffering from the unspoken feelings, the constant emotion of (non existent, really) rejection making the bad days harder and the good days bad, taking away from the most important moments they shared. The friends they shared were surely close to taking off, not wanting to see the constant pinning and insecurities that come with it.

The pair tended to be so oblivious to the obvious. Writing off indications of romantic feelings as plain signs of the comfort they had with each other. The hugs, the cuddles, the hair petting, all the pet names, the spontaneous 1 am singing competitions in the car while driving to find some food. They wrote it off as plain and simple platonic affection.

But, after, as the times passed by and the two would not seem to understand the feelings they shared, they would each go to a different member, complaining and even crying about the lack of reciprocation.

“How can you know that, Y/N? You haven’t even told her!”

“Well, I know her! She doesn’t want me Thomas!”

A similar scenarios would apply to Victoria sharing her feelings. They were both so blinded by fear of losing each other that they were blind to the truth. But everyone with eyes was not. Everyone, even people that had never met them before, could see that they were dying to be together, sometimes even assuming that they are… But that only ever resulted in awkward denying and later crying over the non existent rejection.

Currently they were laying on a towel at the beach, cuddled up together while relaxing with the last sun rays of the day and the soft sound of waves. The entire group had decided that a beach day was long overdue, the pool just simply not satisfactory enough. It was not the same to be by the sea, with the waves and the beautiful view, and being by a pool with the superficial lights and all (not that they could really complain).

“So, you mean to tell me that it actually happened?!” Yelled Y/N, laughing at yet another story Victoria shared with them.

“It did! I swear!” Victoria laughed back, caressing Y/N’s back softly as they both laughed.

“Well you need to take me with you next time you visit that place again. Who knows? Maybe another incident like that will happen.”

“I surely will,” she said, leaving a soft kiss on their heads.

“Are you feeling tired, amore?”

“Maybe a little… I had a long day…”

“You can take a nap on me if you need to. I’ll wake you up before Thomas and Damiano go to get us food.”

“I suppose I could,” they responded and settled in for a small nap.

The rest of Måneskin simply stared at the pair while discussing how exactly they were not one. It seemed so obvious to them how they had strong feelings, undeniable ones at that, and they could not stand and watch. Something had to happen.

So they came up with a devious plan. It would piss off Victoria a bit but it would bring the results they needed. Damiano walked to the car they came in, thanking technology with all of his might, in his head, remembering how his car has child-proofing mechanisms at the doors so they can only open from the outside. Thus the plan was in action.

After coming back he simply settled down, going back to doing his own thing - whatever he was doing before and waiting until it was time to move forward with it.

“Agh, I’m starving! When are you guys going for the food?”

“Me too.” Thomas stated before settling back in his chair for a moment.

“Hey, Vic!” He almost yelled, the woman flinching and checking to see if he woke Y/N up.

“What is it Thomas?” her voice was sharp, body quickly moving to walk up to him, making sure to not disturb her crushe’s nap.

“Can you and Y/N go for the food? Honestly I am bored, Damiano said he’s not coming and Ethan is too preoccupied right now.” He pouted and everything, giving the older girl the softest look he could possibly manage, while pointing at Ethan having a phone call.

“Couldn’t you have thought of that before? Seriously, Thomas, right now? They are sleeping.”

“Oh, come on Vic, please! I’ll owe you!”

“Agh, agh, fine, let me wake them,” she paused,”you’re lucky I’m hungry or I would let all of you starve,” she mumbled, annoyed by the boys’ laziness, before going over to the sleeping figure on the towel.

“Hey, amore… come on, sweets, wake up. Hey. Hey,” she repeated softly, a sweet smile on her face as their eyes opened slowly.

“Vic? Oh, are the guys going for the food?”

“Not quite. The guys are being annoying and refuse to go. So, if you want to eat we have to go.”

“Oh, alright then. Give me a moment to wake up,” they said and Victoria smoothed down their sea-salt stained t-shirt.

“Ethan, where are the keys?”

“On the engine, cucciola.”

“Ok, grazie.”

With that the two clueless friends sat in the car, Victoria realizing the keys were missing a little too late.

“Agh, cazzo, Ethan! They are not her- The door isn’t opening. Why is the door not opening?”

“Mine isn’t either.”

“Ethan!” Her voice could be heard crystal clear, even with the windows separating her from the outside.

“What is it, Victoria?” He asked, a smug smile on his face as he stood outside the car window.

“What did you do?”

“Well,” spoke Damiano, “you two clueless, little shits have gotten annoying. So if you are not going to do it, we will.” He stated and Victoria’s eyes almost went out of her head, catching onto what her friend was saying.

“Y/N, Victoria has feelings for you. Victoria, Y/N has feelings for you. Now talk!”

If only glare’s could kill, Ethan would be having a very painful death as Vic kept mumbling how she’ll kill him. Y/N, on the other hand, simply stared at Victoria in adoration.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“Look Y/N, I-”

“Answer my question Victoria! Do you have feelings for me?”

“Yes,” she replied, looking down as if she was ashamed.

“That’s not how I wanted you to find out. I wasn’t really planning on telling you cause I know that Ethan is lying but-”

“Victoria! Take a breath between sentences! What are you talking about? Ethan is not lying, you know?”

“I know, Y/N, you don’t have to sugarco- Wait, what?”

“He isn’t lying, Victoria. I really like you.” “You do?”

“Mhm, I do. Now, will you give me a kiss or are you waiting for Ethan to smash our heads together,” they joked, easing up the tension Victoria was feeling and pushing their lips to hers.

It was not anything special, just a simple, soft, kiss. What made it special was that it was to each other. They shared a kiss together, not someone else, not a stranger, not someone they had no feelings for, but someone they were yearning for, for a very long time now.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever@tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina

[mysterioushogwartsrequests]

Would you do a slight NSFW Draco Malfoy imagine of him dating a Slytherin who's good friends with Hermione, Ron and Harry and she manages to convince Draco to go to the Three Broomsticks with the Golden Trio and be cordial with them since she's promised him some alone time if he's nice to them since she wants them to see that he's not all bad because they don't get what she sees him in?

Hello! This one took forever to write, I lowkey got stumped and I couldn’t figure out how to write the ending, lol. I didn’t want to go all-in so this is what I came up with. I love Draco Malfoy so I want to do him justice!

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Draco watched as (Y/N) (L/N) adjusted her lipstick in his dormitory mirror, studying her silhouette as she bent over his dresser. As an upcoming superstar for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, (Y/N) was quite popular and often found herself being the center of attention. But once the school caught wind of her relationship with the Draco Malfoy, it did not take long for them to be considered the power couple of Slytherin House. However, despite sharing a perfectly healthy relationship, there were a few students that questioned (Y/N)’s partner of choice.

These complaints came from the three most determined students of Gryffindor House. Despite being in separate houses, the Golden Trio and (Y/N) managed to become great friends, effectively breaking the hateful stereotype between Gryffindor and Slytherin relationships. During their second year, (Y/N) found herself in quite the predicament when she fell off a borrowed broom hours past curfew. She spent a fair amount of time sprawled across the training grounds staring up at the starry sky trying to ignore the excruciating pain of her broken arm. It was then that Harry, Ron, and Hermione stumbled upon her still body as they pursued the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione Granger was the first to approach her, momentarily scolding (Y/N) for breaking the rules before examining the extent of her wounds.

Harry and Ron followed cautiously behind Hermione, the two of them exchanging worried looks before kneeling beside (Y/N).

“It’ll be alright,” said Ron with a sympathetic smile, “We’ll take care of you.” 

From that day on the four of them were inseparable. Which was a natural outcome when a group fabricated lies to fool Madam Pomfrey or any other staff member, for that matter. When they were not chasing dangerous creatures within Hogwarts, they often spent their time near the Quidditch Pitch, with Harry and Ron teaching (Y/N) the basics of the game while Hermione reviewed her books from the ground. As time went on (Y/N), and Hermione calmly listened to Harry and Ron’s rants about Draco Malfoy and how much they despised him. 

Being from the same house as Draco Malfoy, (Y/N) often found herself conflicted between choosing her friends and abiding by the “your house is like your family” statement. She could not think of one occasion where Malfoy had been rude to her directly, but she could not excuse his behavior towards her friends. It was not until Professor Snape paired them up for a Potions essay that (Y/N) and Draco began learning more about each other. Draco was used to boasting and putting on a show in front of other students, but he quickly realized that (Y/N) would not succumb to his usual tricks.

Draco lay comfortably against his bed, his arms crossed behind his head as his eyes landed on the plaid pleated skirt his loving girlfriend decided to wear for their Hogsmeade trip. (Y/N) looked at Draco’s reflection, a devious smile playing at her lips as she bent forwards, giving her boyfriend a better view of what he quietly desired. At this movement, Draco clicked his tongue and scowled in her direction, swiftly rising from his four-poster, and making his way towards her. 

“Little nymph,” uttered Draco against her ear, rubbing small circles against her hips as she straightened up, “We could just stay. Avoid the trouble... and have a little fun ourselves.” Under different circumstances, Draco would have been thrilled to visit Hogsmeade with his beloved, but he knew they would not be spending the afternoon alone. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, her eyes landing on the silver “I” on Draco’s robes before excellently replicating Professor Umbridge’s high-pitched voice, “Boys and girls are not permitted to be within eight inches of each other,” she teased, leaning back into Draco’s grip as he scoffed. Spinning her around, Draco lifted her onto his dresser, pushing her skirt up farther up her thighs. 

“I’d like to think I can change your tune rather quickly,” Draco snapped, pressing chaste kisses against the smooth skin of her neck, “I’ll never understand how you imitate that woman so perfectly” he added, earning a giggle from (Y/N).

“One of my many talents,” retaliated (Y/N), wrapping her arms around Draco’s neck, “You know, I can’t help but think this is your way of distracting me” she added, twirling small strands of his platinum blonde hair.

“Ugh,” groaned Draco, “I just don’t understand why we have to spend our Saturday with Potter and his stupid friends,” he spat but quickly scowled at (Y/N)’s hurt expression. 

“I’ve told you before, Draco,” (Y/N) frowned, “They’re my friends too and I wish for us to get along. It took me a while to convince them, but they’ve agreed to give you one more chance,” she said, placing her hand against her boyfriend’s cheek, “I want them to see the real you, the Draco I fell in love with.”

Draco turned his head away from (Y/N) but held her hand to acknowledge her words. Despite being together for a little over a year, he still found it quite difficult to let his guard down completely. He supposed it was due to his family’s teachings and the expectations of his Father, but throughout his relationship with (Y/N), he came to realize there were far more important matters. One of them being keeping (Y/N) (L/N) safe and content. 

“Fine,” Draco uttered, his grey eyes meeting hers, “I’ll do it for you, Darling” he added, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. (Y/N) smiled against his kiss, pressing her forehead against his once he pulled away. 

“I appreciate it, Draco,” She whispered, pressing a light kiss against the tip of his nose, “and don’t forget, I promised you a little reward if you behave.” (Y/N) added seductively, leading Draco’s hands underneath her short skirt. 

Draco hummed contently, harshly squeezing the back of her thighs and lifting her against his body, her legs wrapping instinctively over his hips, “Well then, I’ll make sure to be on my best behavior,” He said, kissing her once again and setting her down in front of him, “We better get going, it’s not polite to keep them waiting.”

(Y/N) laughed at his change of behavior, taking one final look in the mirror, and heading towards the door. A loud smack suddenly filled the room, earning a small yelp of surprise from (Y/N), “Draco!” she exclaimed, turning to face her seemingly innocent boyfriend, “Why don’t you save the spanking for later?” she teased as Draco chuckled. 

“Alright, alright,” He added, raising his arms defensively, “but you are aware of how much I adore those little skirts you wear.”

(Y/N) opened the door of the boys’ dormitory and took another glance back at Draco, “and that is exactly why I wear them,” She winked and scurried down the stairs, filling the stairwell with her giggles as Draco chased behind her. 

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Meanwhile, at the Three Broomsticks, Ron Weasley let out his fourth impatient huff of the afternoon, leaning his hand into his palm with a noticeable scowl on his face. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he grumbled, taking another swig of his Butterbeer as they waited. 

Hermione sighed once again, “Ron, this is for (Y/N), just try to give him a chance.” Even though she was attempting to sound positive, Hermione could not help feel wary of what was to come. They had never seen eye to eye with Draco Malfoy and his new position on Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad made the situation even more cumbersome. 

“Ron’s right, Hermione,” added Harry, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his seat, “I find it hard to believe that Malfoy has a ‘good’ side.” Hermione scoffed at his words, glaring at the crabby boys beside her, “Oh, stop it!” exclaimed Hermione, “You two know how much (Y/N) cares for him, we at least have to make the effort to talk to him.” Ron and Harry looked towards each other, exchanging abhorrent looks until Hermione elbowed them both. 

“Bloody hell, Hermione!” exclaimed Ron, tenderly rubbing his aching side, but quickly shut up once he noticed the presence of his friend (Y/N) and her boyfriend. Hermione quickly rose from her seat and greeted (Y/N) with a tight hug before awkwardly turning to face the silent Draco Malfoy. 

“Hello, Draco” she greeted, extending her hand for him to shake. Draco shifted his eyes towards (Y/N) who gave an encouraging nod as he gripped Hermione’s outstretched hand. 

“Hello, Granger,” He replied, a meek smile playing at his lips as he turned towards the boys sitting at the booth, “Weasley, Potter, good to see you.” 

Ron absentmindedly let his jaw drop, hesitantly replying “Erm- Good to see you too, Malfoy”, carelessly scratching his head as Hermione returned to her seat beside him. Harry, however, did not speak, he only acknowledged Draco with a subtle nod of the head as he sipped his Butterbeer. Draco smiled towards (Y/N), pulling a chair out and gesturing for her to take a seat, “I’ll go order us some more drinks,” He stated, kissing the top of his girlfriend’s head before sauntering away.

  Ron watched Draco go in shock, “good to see you?!” he whispered harshly, slapping his hand against his forehead, “I sound like a prat!”. Hermione scowled once again, shooting a reassuring look towards (Y/N), “Ron’s just getting used to this, I’m sure he’ll behave once Draco returns” she stated comfortingly, taking (Y/N)’s hand into hers with a smile, “But honestly, I didn’t expect him to say that either.”

(Y/N) laughed, patting the top of Hermione’s hand as she glanced back at Draco at the bar, “I told you he was polite,” she added with a grin, “You just have to get to know him.” With nearly perfect timing, Draco returned and took a seat next to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair. Ron examined the situation carefully, his protective instinct rising as Malfoy got closer to his friend.

“Madam Rosmerta will bring our drinks soon, I also requested an assortment of pastries” Draco spoke out, lacing his fingers with (Y/N)’s underneath the wooden table, “My treat,” he added, earning a satisfied smile from his girlfriend. 

Some of Ron’s animosity disappeared at the mention of free food and he gave a small nod of appreciation towards Draco, “Thanks, Malfoy” he uttered, looking towards Harry and Hermione who were also having a difficult time understanding this “new” side of Malfoy. 

A wave of silence fell over them. It seemed like they were unsure of who should speak first, but upon feeling the gentle squeeze of (Y/N)’s hand, Draco cleared his throat, “So, (Y/N) tells me you two taught her how to play Quidditch,” he added, nodding his head towards Harry and Ron curiously. 

“Uh, yeah,” Harry replied, speaking up for the first time since the couple’s arrival, “(Y/N)’s a natural though, it didn’t take long for her to learn the basics.” 

“That reminds me,” added Ron, grinning as Madame Rosmerta set down their freshly baked pastries and full goblets of Butterbeer, “(Y/N), you haven’t told us your favorite Quidditch team! I think you should have a pretty good idea at this point,” he said, bringing his cup to his lips to take a generous gulp. 

(Y/N) took the opportunity to play a joke on her friends, taking a bite of her warm apple tart before saying, “Why! The Chudley Cannons, of course!” 

Harry immediately regretted taking such a big drink, choking on the liquid before (Y/N) even finished her sentence. Hermione let out a panicked squeal, patting Harry’s back as he violently coughed, “T-The Chudley Cannons?! Have you gone mad?!” He exclaimed tearfully, looking towards (Y/N) in bewilderment. 

Ron subtly placed his hand over his mouth, concealing his smile as Harry finished up his coughing fit. Draco, on the other hand, could not hide his amusement and snickered at Potter’s antics. (Y/N) burst laughing at Harry’s reaction, quickly shaking her head, “I was just pulling your leg! The Chudley Cannons are complete rubbish!” 

Ron let out an angry scoff, “Hey! It is just a management problem! The players are quite good!” He defended while Harry violently shook his head. 

“I’m glad it was just a joke, I was ready to take you to Madam Pomfrey” Harry exclaimed, dabbing his mouth with a napkin and sinking back into his seat.

“And what would she have done?” Hermione asked dubiously, taking a bite of a pumpkin pasty.

“Unless she knew a cure for madness, she would not have been much help,” chuckled Draco as he sipped his Butterbeer, earning a noticeable smile from Ron and Hermione. 

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed pastry off the tray, “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled in annoyance, “She could’ve examined (Y/N)’s head or something, I don’t know”

“Who do you follow then, Potter?” Asked Draco curiously, wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders as they continued their conversation. 

“Uh-” Harry paused, caught off-guard by his question“Well, the Bulgarian team has some great players, but I’d say it’s between them and Ireland” He admitted, recalling the 1994 Quidditch World Cup, “Can’t say I have a favorite, though” 

“The Gryffindor team is definitely your favorite,” teased (Y/N), “but that is a bit biased since you are their Seeker.”

Harry playfully rolled his eyes at her comment, “Can you honestly say your favorite team isn’t the Slytherin team?” He asked, pointing an accusatory finger towards (Y/N). Both she and Draco laughed, shrugging at Harry’s reasonably accurate comment, “You got me there” she admitted.

“We are quite good,” Draco admitted proudly with a nod of the head, “Never lost a match until you came along,” he added, shrugging towards Harry, “I promise we’ll beat you next time, (Y/N) and I have been training non-stop.” 

Harry snickered at Draco’s comment, “We’ll see about that, Malfoy,” he grinned, “I’m not going to let you off easy just because you’re with (Y/N).” 

Draco clicked his tongue in amusement, “I want a fair match, Potter.” He stated sternly, “I wouldn’t be satisfied if I won a match just because you threw it” 

“Then we’ll settle this on the field,” Harry stated confidently, raising his Butterbeer in satisfaction and finishing it off. 

After a surprisingly pleasant outing, the five of them walked back towards the castle, hoping Professor Umbridge would not catch them sneaking in the extra special butterbeer Madam Rosmerta brewed per Draco’s request (and compensation, of course). Disregarding educational decree number twenty-six, Draco snaked his arm around (Y/N)’s waist, pulling her closer to him as they strode towards the Great Hall. Once there, Hermione gave (Y/N) a hug as they happily exchanged goodbyes for the evening. Draco and (Y/N) gave the Golden Trio one final wave before turning towards the direction of the Slytherin common room, making their way there quicker and more excitedly than usual.  

Delighted to find his dormitory empty, Draco urged his girlfriend into the room and swiftly locked the door. Although he would not give her the satisfaction of knowing this information, he actually had a great evening at Hogsmeade with (Y/N) and her friends. However, this realization did not deter Draco’s excitement as he recalled his dear girlfriend’s promise before they left. 

Placing a hand against the small of her back, Draco pushed (Y/N)’s stomach against the dresser she used to tease him earlier. “I’d say I put forth my very best manners today, wouldn’t you agree?” He muttered against her ear, earning a small gasp from her as one of his hands gripped her hip and the other sneaked towards the buttons of her shirt. A sultry moan slid past (Y/N)’s lips as Draco’s hips ground against her clothed behind. 

Encouraged by her noises, Draco wrapped his fingers underneath her chin and lifted it so their eyes met in the mirror, “Should I take that as a yes?” He asked huskily, pressing a kiss against her cheek as he gave her throat a squeeze.

 The boldness she exhibited earlier quickly cast out the window as she gave a rather desperate nod, enthralled by Draco’s movements. (Y/N)’s mind had strayed farther than she had expected it to. It did not matter how confident she acted before their usual teasing started, as soon as his expertly calculated movements began, she became putty in his hands. The feeling of his fingers tracing lines up her thigh until they were hidden under her skirt made her heart beat wildly. Draco carefully inched his fingers up her inner thigh, ghosting them over her dampening core, but moved them away without pressing them into her. Shifting her hips, (Y/N) let out another small whine as she attempted to at least brush herself on Draco’s fingers, earning a small tut from him.  

“Cat got your tongue, Princess?” inquired Draco, his hands moving to flip her skirt up, exposing the flimsy black lace underwear she flashed earlier, “I’m not going to do anything until I hear that pretty little beg of yours…” he added, removing his hands from her body and loosening his emerald green tie, his school robes discarded at his side. Draco’s words sent shivers down (Y/N)’s spine, his low tone forcing her thighs together to provide some friction, something her observant boyfriend had taken note of. 

“Oi, where are your manners?” he retorted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Fed up with her silence, Draco slapped his hand against her exposed ass cheek, the cold, silver rings decorating his fingers adding another layer of pleasure as she gasped harshly. “I’m not going to ask you again,” With that, Draco hooked his index fingers underneath the lacy fabric and yanked it down her ankles, her arousal on full display. 

“I-I’m- Please, Draco,” (Y/N) whined out, squeezing her thighs together in front of him, “I need you, please touch me..!” She begged, another gasp overtaking her as Draco swiped two fingers against her folds. 

“That’s a good girl,” He praised, dipping the press a kiss against the back of her neck, smirking at her moans as he finally inserted a finger inside of her, “Keep making those noises for me and I’ll reward you” demanded Draco, lowering himself onto his knees as he pumped his fingers. Flattening his tongue against her folds, (Y/N) let out a sensual moan, her hands reaching for the corners of the dresser in an attempt to anchor her shaking legs. Draco smirked as (Y/N) shuddered at the sudden loss of contact, rising to his feet while he fiddled with his belt, “Let’s get started then, shall we?” He stated, kicking his trousers away and gripping (Y/N)’s hips tightly, her skirt pushed up to her waist as he ground his erection against her needy core. 

As their moans and groans echoed throughout the empty room, Draco could not help but think about giving in to her requests more often. If all of them ended with her writhing and calling his name underneath him, he did not have any qualms with entertaining Potter and his friends for the afternoon.