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profound-imagination · 2 years

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Free Falling - Azriel Part 2

A/N - Soooo many of you asked for this and so many more of you loved part 1! T/W for blood!

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True to his word, Azriel had taken you flying. You'd sat patiently while Feyre fixed your nose, the Shadowsinger right behind her, carefully watching what his High Lady was doing, shadows tangled around your fingers and up your hand like a beautiful tattoo. Azriel took Feyre's place when she announced she was finished, he stood between your legs as he ever so gently wiped the dried blood from your face.

"Can we go flying now, Az?" You shot him your best pouty face, one you knew he struggled to say no to, it was how you always ended up with an ice cream and a trip to your favourite book shop whenever the two of you visited the Rainbow. He nodded at you but made no attempt to move away from you. You watched his body tense as Cassian walked in "Are you okay, Y/N?" He asked, guilt all over his face, you smiled up at Azriel and gently pushed him back, which he allowed, and jumped down from the table you'd been sitting on "I'm okay, Cass, see, good as new!" You backed up your point by scrunching up your nose at him. "I'm really really sorry, I didn't mean too!" You walked over to Cassian and wrapped your arms around his middle, choosing to ignore the small growl you heard come from the Spymaster behind you "I know you didn't, Cass, it's okay" the General smiled down at you, returned your hug and stepped away "I better go and face Nes, she's gonna kill me" you laughed at his retreating back.

You turned to Azriel and grabbed one of his hands, he froze for half a second but let you drag him towards the balcony. You squealed with delight when he swept you into his arms and shot into the air, your arms found a home round his neck as he flew. As promised he'd flown with you all night, he even free fell with you a couple of times although he never loosened his grip on you, not once. The night had ended watching the sun come up over Velaris from one of his favourite spots in the city, your back to his chest, his arms still wrapped around you.

"What's it like having wings?" You asked him, unsure of what you wanted him say, they were apart of him, he'd never been without them but he answered anyway "When I was younger, I hated them, they were another reason for my father and half brothers to torment me, when I was dropped in the Illyrian war camps I didn't know how to fly having never been allowed to use them, I hated them for a long time but once I'd mastered them, as soon as I could control them, it was freedom" as if to prove his point his wings wrapped around the two of you like a cocoon, warm in the morning sun. You marveled at the sight of the sun on his wings, they seemed almost transparent, without thinking, you raised a hand and traced along one of the veins with your finger, Azriel shuddered behind you and you pulled your hand back into your chest "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" You didn't know much about wing etiquette and were panicking if what you had just done was rude or had hurt him in some way "It's okay" he reassured you "Our wings are just sensitive, that's all" you tensed "What do you mean? Did I hurt you?" He shook his head "No Little Human, you didn't hurt me" realisation washed over you and your cheeks flamed "It's almost like if I did this" he whispered, his breath caressing the shell of your ear, you were just about to ask if he did what when you felt his lips on that one spot on your neck and his fingers ghosted up the inside of your thigh. You shuddered this time and the Spymaster looked rather pleased with himself.

He'd taken you for breakfast at his favourite cafe and then walked you all the way to your room stating that you should get some sleep. He placed a small kiss on your cheek and wished you sweet dreams. You slid down your door once you had made it through it, your heart full but sad that the night was over. Without bothering to change, you crawled into bed "Night, Az, I had the best time with you" you whispered to the lingering shadows that had followed you into your room, knowing they'd be off to tell their master in no time.

The Court of Nightmares was a horrible place, one that you wouldn't have ever wanted to be in without Rhysand's protection, but everyone else was going and you refused to be left behind. It had caused the first ever argument between you and the Shadowsinger and you hadn't had chance to make it right since arriving here as he had stepped into his shadows and disappeared, Rhys had waved you off when you asked where he was, stating that Azriel was working and that you'd see him later.

Guilt had begun settling in your chest, you knew what had happened to Mor here, knew what they thought of humans and he was only trying to protect you. Making two cups of coffee you set off in search of Azriel, he worked too hard and you were going to force him to take a break and talk to you, mainly so you could apologise, your words from this morning haunting you "I don't need your smothering protection Azriel, I can look after myself!" You'd regretted them the moment you'd said them, the shadow that had become a permanent accessory on your wrist fell away and crawled towards him and hurt flashed through his eyes as he winnowed himself to the Court of Nightmares. You ran into one of the twin wraiths, you weren't sure which and asked her to take you to him.

She took you lower and lower into the mountain and you were beginning to think you'd never see daylight again when she stopped in front of a big wooden door, she nodded at you and was gone, you pushed the door open with your shoulder and stepped in, the first thing that hit you was the smell of blood, the next thing was the creature in the middle of the room quietly begging for mercy and the last thing was Azriel, covered in the creatures blood, a look on his face you'd never seen, one that terrified you to your core. You dropped the mugs, both hit the floor and smashed, splattering coffee all over your feet and up your legs, the creature's eyes shot to you, Azriel spun to face you, shadows shot towards you to block your vision of the horror in front of you.

Azriel didn't move, bloody dagger in one hand, a piece of the creature in the other. The creature took you in, sensing you were weaker than the Illyrian in front of him he began begging you for help, your brain was unable to fathom what you were seeing as Rhys appeared next to you, he took your arm and winnowed you out, back to the House of Wind. "Y/N -" he started but you cut him off "You make him hurt people?! Is that not what your father made him do? Has he ever had a choice?!" Rhys sighed "He's always had a choice, ever since I became High Lord, he's always had a choice" you cringed "So, he does this willingly?" You couldn't comprehend it, Azriel who was so soft and gentle with you, Azriel who bought you ice cream because it made you smile, Azriel who carried you to bed when you fell asleep in the library. Azriel who read to you when you were too tired to read yourself but wanted to finish the chapter.

"He does this, to protect Velaris, his family, to protect you." You shook your head "Don't bring me into this! He's been doing this for hundreds of years, Rhys! I've only been alive 20! I've known him for less than a year!" You sat on the sofa, head in your hands, elbows on your knees. Rhys took a seat next to you "He never wanted you to see that side of him, he thinks it'll scare you, that you'll think less of him" you digested Rhys words and asked "Will he kill that creature?" He stiffened "I think you've got an idea of what is going on between the two of you, the bond you are starting to feel?" Unsure where he was going with this, you nodded "That creature witnessed Azriel freeze, it learned in that moment, that Az has a weakness, that creature will die because it saw you and he will not risk it getting back to its masters and them coming after you" you shuddered, the weight of being responsible for something's death washing over you, tears started to well in your eyes.

"You need to know that you will always have a target on your back if you're with him, just like Feyre does, just like Nesta does, continue your lessons with Cassian, you will need to be able to defend yourself." You nodded again and Rhys took your hands in his "I know what you saw wasn't something you ever saw him capable of, he doesn't enjoy it. Please be gentle with him, he needs that." You met his violet eyes "I guess I now know why everyone is so scared of him." Rhys chuckled "They'll be more scared of him if you accept the bond, you think he's overprotective now, you just wait." With that he was gone, back to play his role.

Three days, you hadn't seen Azriel in three days. He hadn't come back to the house, hadn't tried to see you or explain and you were getting annoyed. Rhys and Feyre had come to join you for breakfast when you finally broached the subject on the fourth day. "Where is he, Rhys?" Feyre looked between you and her mate "Just tell her" she said, you loved this girl for always being on your side, even against Rhysand. He nodded at her and said "Eat first, then I'll take you." You'd never eaten so fast in your life, you were done, had your boots on and you were ready to go within 15 minutes.

Rhys took you to a cabin, not the one Mor had taken Feyre to, this one sat back from a cliff edge, higher up the mountain than you'd ever been, this one, Azriel owned, but it was warded the same. Rhys dropped you in the trees a few meters away and bid you goodbye as you turned and headed towards the cabin. A plan formed in your head but you were going to see how this panned out as you placed yourself at an equal distance from the door and the cliff edge "Azriel Shadowsinger! You come out here and talk to me right now!" You yelled at the door, you knew he could hear you, he probably knew you were here from the minute you arrived as you sent a tug of annoyance down the bond, you still weren't quite sure how it worked but Feyre had explained that thread that she and Rhys had and you couldn't deny that you were in fact his mate and you'd spent three days trying to contact him through it, you only ever got a response to one each day, the last one you'd send him on the verge of sleep. I miss you, goodnight. Goodnight, little human, I'm sorry.

The door opened and there he was, your mate, your heart sang and you longed to take him in your arms, he looked so sad and his wings were drooped behind his back. He took a seat on the steps leading up to the door but he said nothing. No matter how you tried to get him to talk to you he said nothing, no matter what emotions you sent down the bond to him, he still said nothing. "It's your job, Az, I understand, please talk to me, it hasn't changed how I feel about you, I was just shocked." He scoffed, the first sound he'd made since your arrival "Shocked? That's not what your face said, horrified and disgusted more like." He crossed his arms over his chest and went back to silence. "Fine" you feigned turning to look at the view out of frustration but as soon as your back was turned you ran, straight for the cliff edge, you heard him spring to his feet as you sent two words down the bond. Catch Me.

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catch-the-wind · 3 years

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when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

#genshin impact x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #ningguang x reader #beidou x reader #kazuha x reader #amber x reader #keqing x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x reader #thoma x reader #genshin fluff #hc's #lyz.writes #part deux was fun i wanted to add more to thoma's lol #i'm so in love w him help

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the---hermit · 2 years

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Heartstopper vol. 4 by Alice Oseman

I finished the (published) series with this one, and I absolutely need to know how this amazing story will end. When I started the first volume a few days back I new the genral plot of these graphic novels, but I had no idea how many subjects they deal with. I didn't know that mental health was such a big part of the plot, and I am incredibly happy that it is. I feel like it was used very well, to create awareness and also maybe to have people dealing with simillar things realize it's way more common that expected to struggle with your mental health. What I loved about this particular series is that it does not follow the very common trope of person A has issues that disapper into the void once they enter a relationship with person B. Clearly the relationship helps the character but it does not solve all their problems, it's a support not the key to the perfect life. And seeing this in such a clear way without demeaning either the character's struggles nor their mental health was so refreshing. I am so tired of this common idea that romantic relationship are going to fix everything in your life, becuase humans are complicate and things are not that simple. What Heartstopper does amazingly as a whole is to deal with such subjects without losing its very sweet and lighthearted vibe. It's not an easy thing to do but Alice Oseman did a remarkable job. I also really liked how just like in the previous volume we get to see a bit more of the characters surrounding Nick and Charlie, and this is the reason why I picked this book for the queer found family prompt for the studyblr w/knives pride reading challenge. Heartstopper is a brilliant graphic novel series that will most certainly become part of my comfort book pile, I am really grateful I did decide to pick these books up, and I couldn't recommend them more.

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my-soul-sings · 3 years

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kiss the girl: ch 2

Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Artem x Reader

Summary: Armed with a trusty book, Artem Wing attempts to win the woman of his dreams.

ch 1 | ch 2

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“Surprise her with flowers.”

Artem has skipped to the second half of the book where the practical suggestions are, because he doesn’t have the patience to carefully read the lengthy explanations of the “psychology of love”. The practical tips are simple enough, but the explanations following each of them are unnecessarily long and repetitive.

Ignoring those, he highlights the ones that stand out—those that sound more doable for him, at least.

The first one he notices is a classic: flowers. Of course. He’s done it before actually—he’d given her a bouquet of garden cosmos because she told him that she liked them. She didn’t really show much of a reaction back then, but he recalls the warm smile it had put on her face for the rest of that day. He doesn’t mind seeing it again.

But, would it be boring to do the exact same thing? Maybe he can change it up slightly… If he recalls correctly, the book said something about how to send a bouquet of flowers in a way that will “keep her on her toes”.

It doesn’t take long for him to scan the book and find the relevant page. However, as he goes over the detailed suggestion, his brows gradually turn downwards into a frown.

“Will this really work...” he mumbles to himself, pressing a finger to his temple. Frankly, it sounds unnecessarily cliched and cumbersome… not to mention embarrassing. No doubt, if Celestine catches wind of this, she won’t let him live it down.

But, he supposes, if he’s going to take relationship advice from a book, then he might as well go through with it fully.

Having made up his mind, Artem picks up his phone and begins typing up a draft message.

***

You’ve barely stepped into the office when you hear Kiki calling your name in an unusually high-pitched voice. Your first thought is that she’s managed to get tickets for the upcoming concert for her favourite idol group.

But then you arrive at your desk and realise a marked change from how you had left it the night before: your usually clean and neat desk now has a large bouquet of garden cosmos placed right in the middle of it.

Artem’s is the first name that comes to mind, but you dismiss the thought quickly. With his shy and reserved personality, it’d be strange to expect him to send you flowers out of the blue.

Your sharp eyes don’t miss the little pink rectangular card sticking out from the side of the bouquet. Kiki spots it at the same time as you do, and her eyes widen with a playful gleam, not even trying to be subtle with the way she’s leaning over to you, to take a peek at the message.

With a cheeky smile, you lean away from her too, deliberately hiding the card from her view, which only makes Kiki kick up a fuss about wanting to see too. Thankfully, Celestine isn’t in the office yet. You don’t think you can deal with two overly-enthused friends this early in the morning.

Ignoring Kiki’s protests, you open the folded card to read it. As it turns out, there’s not much to hide from her. The message is a simple and curt one:

I hope this makes you smile. Have a good day.

“There’s no signature,” you remark, handing the card to Kiki who practically lunges for it. Her disappointment at the short message is obvious. “Why would someone give you flowers without signing off on it?”

“Maybe they forgot?” you venture, although you carefully search the bouquet in case you missed something else.

“Don’t tell me… Did you send this to yourself?”

You’re unable to hold in your laughter at the absurd idea, and the both of you simultaneously burst into giggles. Just then, your finger feels the edge of another piece of paper hidden between the wrapping paper. You pull it out, and it’s just a small, square card with the letter ‘M’ written on it in fancy, embellished lettering.

“Maybe it’s the first letter of his name?” Kiki suggests. “Who do you think it’s from?”

The letter ‘M’... You don’t know that many people whose name starts with that letter, and a familiar face is already coming to mind—he’s the only one who would pull a stunt like this, especially after you told him specifically a few days ago that you did not want him to send flowers to you, and especially not to your workplace. You don’t want to be teased by your colleagues and worse, Artem might get the wrong idea if he sees it.

“I think I might know who the culprit is…”

With a clenched fist, you pull out your phone and search up the contact before hitting the ‘call’ button. Kiki is left behind, cleanly forgotten, as you storm out of the office to give the culprit a piece of your mind.

***

When Artem enters the office that morning, the first thing he notices is Celestine and Kiki whispering to each other at the pantry while stealing glances at a certain attorney’s way. He follows their gazes to her desk where she’s seated and doing work as always, although today there seems to be a frown etched onto her face, and the bouquet of flowers are nowhere to be seen.

He panics for a moment, wondering if something had gone wrong with the delivery, but then he notices the wrapping peeking out from underneath the table when he walks past her desk and heads towards the pantry, where her two friends are obviously talking about her behind her back—literally.

“What’s going on?” he asks in a low whisper after exchanging morning greetings with them. “Did something happen?”

Celestine discreetly points in the direction of their sulking friend with a grimace. “She’s been like this ever since she got the flowers this morning.”

Artem’s brows knit together, and his mouth opens and closes a few times before he finally manages to piece together his thoughts into a coherent sentence. “I thought... she’d be happy to receive flowers.”

“I thought so too,” Kiki nods, “but when I asked if she knew who the sender was, she suddenly got angry. Said she knew who the culprit was and stormed off. Then she came back and she’s been doing work like this ever since.” She finishes her explanation with a drawn-out sigh, and her eyes return to the back figure of the junior lawyer who’s furiously typing away at her computer.

Artem follows her gaze, and nervously swallows a lump that had formed in his throat without him realising. As always, Celestine is annoyingly quick to catch on to what he’s thinking, and she startles him slightly with an elbow nudge to his arm. “Shouldn’t you put your things down in your office? Or are you here for coffee again?”

He’s not even in the mood to humour her right now. With an absent hum, he nods and quietly trudges towards his office.

Once he’s inside and the door is shut, his bag falls to the ground by his desk and his jacket is flung unceremoniously onto the back of his chair before he sinks into it, fingers entangling in his hair.

He’s screwed. Did he send her the wrong flowers? But she said she liked garden cosmos and he had sent her the same flowers before, so that can’t be it.

Then, was it the message? But he took pains to make sure that it was short, simple and pleasant. Or was it because it was too short? Had she been expecting more?

No, no, but Kiki said she got angry after she figured out who the sender was… which meant that she was angry at him. Had he overstepped the boundaries by sending flowers to the office?

That’s probably it. He messed up horribly. Of course she would be upset that her boss sent her flowers to the office—that was inappropriate. Entirely inappropriate. Why didn’t he think this through properly? Stupid, stupid stupid…

He’s so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t even register the sound of knocking on his door. It’s only when he hears his name being called that he looks up, only to meet the gaze of his colleague whom he can’t bear to face right now.

Hastily, he fixes his hair from the crazed pulling and tugging just seconds ago, and sits upright in his chair while eyeing her cautiously. He’d better pick his words wisely here. “Yes?” The word comes out strained, as if he’s choking.

“I’ve completed the draft statement of claim for the Macrosoft employee issue—the one about the breach of restraint of trade clause and the conspiracy claim,” she says, placing a set of papers on his table. “I’ve also completed the legal opinion you requested for the resulting trust analysis on the Williams’ matrimonial property issue, and I will send you the draft affidavit for Mrs Jones’ case by the end of today.”

“Ah. Thank you…” Artem waits for her to say something else, all while scrutinising her face. She doesn’t seem as angry as before—although she does look a little confused when she meets his gaze.

“Did I miss anything?” she asks, already visibly starting to panic.

“N-No, it’s not that...” Should he just apologise right now and avoid letting the issue fester? He’s not sure if he should be happy or unnerved by how perfectly normal she’s acting. Is she not angry anymore? Or is she just doing an exceptional job of holding her anger in? All those reminders he used to give her about maintaining composure in front of clients and in court must have paid off.

“Okay. Then, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go—”

“Wait, just— just a second.” She peers at him curiously as he stands to his feet and walks over to her, all the while refusing to make eye contact with her.

“T-The morning... flowers… you...” For goodness’ sake, he makes a living off speaking before the court, and yet here he is, reduced to the equivalent of a blabbering toddler in front of his colleague.

“Ah... you saw those?” she looks away, and he sees the frustration from earlier returning to her face.

“You… don’t like them?”

“It’s not that,” she replies, twisting her lips. “It’s just a stupid prank to play on someone.”

“A… stupid… prank?” Each word is like a stab to his chest. Did he do something to give her the impression that he was making fun of her, or playing a joke? Most people think he’s too serious to crack jokes in the first place...

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve settled it with the culprit.”

For the first time in the conversation so far, Artem doesn’t sink further into his internal pool of self-pity. Instead, he’s now genuinely puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I just called him to tell him to not send me flowers to the office anymore. I’ve told him before, but he really doesn’t listen to people.”

“Who?”

“Marius. You know how he is.”

“You think… Marius… gave you the flowers?”

“Yeah. He kept denying it over the phone, but I know better than to believe him. Who else would send me flowers for no reason?”

She’s staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to laugh at her rhetorical question or respond to it in some way.

Artem doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how, because his mind has drawn a complete blank at this point, save for the one question ringing in his mind:

Where the heck did she get the idea that the flowers were from Marius?

In his stupor, Artem doesn’t realise that the silence in his office has been stretching on for far too long for it to be comfortable. And he doesn’t notice the realisation that clicks in her eyes after a while, until he hears a quiet, “ Oh .”

She sheepishly meets his eyes. “By any chance, was that letter on the card meant to be a ‘W’? As in, ‘Wing’?”

Should he admit it? If he does, will her anger shift to him? Should he just let Marius be the scapegoat and live the rest of his days in quiet atonement and regret?

Artem doesn’t get the chance to admit it, because she easily reads the answer off his very perplexed and obviously guilty expression. Obviously, he’s far better suited to defending criminals than acting like one.

“Are you mad?” he asks her, when she too, falls silent.

“Huh? No, no, of course not. Why would I be?”

“You were angry when you thought Marius sent you flowers.”

“That’s because it’s Marius. But I’m glad the flowers were from you .” Her lips spread into a warm smile, and in that instant, all of Artem’s worries dissolve into thin air. “I love the bouquet, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

A smile of relief makes its way onto his face, and he nods. “I’m glad you like it.”

So there is some truth to the book that Celestine gave him after all.

In that case… maybe next time, he can send her roses. He hopes he’ll have the occasion to, anyway. For now, he’ll take it one step at a time.

#artem wing #tears of themis #artem fanfiction #artem fanfic #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis fanfic #my writing #this is up on AO3 as well if u wanna read it there!#my handle is morninwarri0r #kiss the girl

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high-functioning-lokipath · 3 years

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Unusual Way - Loki x Reader - Words: 3,294 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Reader is Silver Shadow. However, this doesn't follow the same 'first meeting/falling in love' sequence as "Hurting Each Other".

Loki and you were best friends and had been for about 2 years now since he moved into the tower. It all started the day he'd moved in while you were out on a mission and no one had the brilliant idea to tell you that you were now sharing your floor with someone.

~ 2 Years Ago~

So there you were, exhausted and dirty from the fight, looking forward to a nice hot shower. You'd already taken off your cape in the elevator and as you got off and walked down the hallway to your bedroom, you started to pull at the zipper of your jacket.

"I must say, I wasn't expecting you to be so forward."

"Who's there?" You yelled, not recognizing the voice that spoke to you. You whipped around, trying to see who it was that was speaking.

"Hello," A man suddenly said, appearing directly in front of you. You throw a quick punch but your hand goes right through him and he disappears. "Over here!" He exclaims, waving to you from a few steps away. You quickly draw one of your knives and throw it at him. Again it goes right through him.

"I said, who are you?" You demand, not having had a chance to get a good look at his face yet.

"Tsk tsk," He says, appearing once more, a few feet now away from you. "So impatient." As he talks you focus on the vase setting on the hallway table behind him and start drawing it towards you. If you time it just right, you can either hit him or, if he's not there again, stop it in time before it hits you. "I am Loki, of Asgard! And I am burdened wi-OW!" He yells as the vase hits his head. "Will anyone ever let me finish that thought?"

“Loki?” You screeched. “What are you doing here? Do the others know?” You asked, rushing up to the admittedly handsome man. Even during his attack on New York you couldn’t help but go a little starry-eyed at his presence.

“I am here to help. I,” He sighed, rubbing the back of his head again. “I’m here to work with you and your little team.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oh! Well, I, uh, sorry about that," You stuttered, gesturing to his head. "Here, let me fix that." You reached up and touched the back of his head gently.

"Thank you," He replied with a small smile.

"Let's start over," You grinned. "Hi, I'm Y/N. I guess I'm your new floormate." He grinned back, still surprised by your kindness.

"Yeah, I guess you are."

~ 6 Months Later ~

"C'mon, Y/N!" Loki yelled down the hallway. "The pairs' free dance is about to begin!" You ran out of the bathroom, socks sliding on the hardwoods.

"Woah!" You exclaimed, sliding, or rather bodyslamming, into him. He of course caught you easily, being used to this occurrence, and laughed. A few minutes later you were both sitting on the couch with a rather large bowl of popcorn between you. "Those twizzles were completely out of sync. That's going to ruin their score."

"Perhaps," he commented, tossing another buttery snack in his mouth. "But their lifts have been perfect unlike the other couples." You shrugged and continued watching. You found yourself shivering, however, as you continued watching the programs.

"Has the thermostat gone down?" You asked. Loki got up and checked.

"No, are you cold?" He, of course, didn't notice any difference since he was, not only a Frost Giant, but also wearing a lovely sweater, you thought.

"Yeah, must be the ice," You joked, nodding at the television. You eyed his soft, grey sweater once again and decided that, even though it looked absolutely stunning on him, you needed it more.

"Um, would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?" You asked nervously. He looked mildly surprised but quickly pulled it off and handed it to you. "Thanks," You said quietly. The past couple weeks you'd realized you had developed a minor crush on your new best friend. You didn't say anything, however, for fear of ruining said friendship. "It smells like you," You chuckled, pulling the jumper close around you. Loki blushed brightly and apologized.

"Sorry, so sorry. I can-I can get a new one from the wash." He went to get up, face still flushed in embarrassment.

"Loki, it's fine," You replied, stopping him. "I don't mind. Thank you for lending it to me." He smiled sweetly at you in reply.

"You're welcome. After all, what are friends for?"

~ 1 Year Later ~

"He's too pretty for his own good, Nat!" you complained, throwing quick punches at your sparring partner.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means if he knew what's good for him, he would be so perfect all the time!" You blocked three punches and landed one of your own. "If he doesn't I might have to take matters into my own hands."

"Meaning you'll finally ask him out instead of driving us all crazy pining over him like you have been for the past year and a half or so?" She retorted with a smirk, flipping you to the ground and pinning your arms behind you. You groaned and rolled out from under her, standing and holding your hands up in defeat.

"No! Of course not! It means I'd have to ugly him up a little." Natasha rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Like you'd ever have the guts! C'mon! Be honest with yourself! You liked him since New York. Just put on your big-girl pants and tell him! And if you can't find yours, I can lend you mine," She teased, playfully slapping your butt.

"Watch it, Widow!" you snapped. "I'm going to the conference room if it's not in use. I don't want to be disturbed, ok?"

"Fine, just let me know all the juicy details when you finally have the guts to go back to your floor, ok?" You rolled your eyes and walked out.

"Finally alone," you sighed, tossing your gym bag in a chair and slumping down in another. "FRIDAY?”

"Yes, Miss Y/N?" The AI replied.

"Please shut the blinds and lock the door. Emergency override only."

"Yes, Miss." You closed your eyes, tears threatening to slip through.

"FRIDAY, shuffle Linda Eder from my library."

"Of course," The AI replied. When I Look In Your Eyes started playing and you leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and tuning out the rest of the world. You were so focused on your music and trying to figure out your own feelings that you didn't hear the door open. The next song started and you chuckled humorlessly.

"This one's for you," You said to yourself, thinking of your best friend. You sang along as Unusual Way played.

“In a very unusual way, one time I needed you

In a very unusual way, you were my friend

Maybe it lasted a day, maybe it lasted an hour

But somehow it will never end

In a very unusual way, I think I'm in love with you

In a very unusual way, I want to cry

Something inside me goes weak, something inside me surrenders

And you're the reason why, you're the reason why

You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you

It scares me so that I can hardly speak...

In a very unusual way, I owe what I am to you

Though at times it appears I won't stay, I never go

Special to me in my life, since the first day that I met you

How could I ever forget you, once you had touched my soul

In a very unusual way...

You made me whole”

When you finished you thought you heard a noise behind you but when you turned around there was no one there. You shrugged it off as your own overactive imagination and got up, gathering your stuff. When you got back upstairs, you found Loki in the kitchen. "Thought you might like some lunch," He explained.

"Oh, thanks," You replied, sitting down and letting him serve you. After a few minutes of silent eating you decided you needed to say something. "Loki, I-"

"Y/N, I-" You both laughed, having spoken at the same time.

"You first," You both said. Laughing again, you shook your head and motioned for him to go on.

"Y/N, I must confess something. I-" He paused, taking a deep breath. "I wasn't going to say anything because I was afraid of how you'd respond but," He chuckled nervously. "I believe I've fallen in love."

"Oh!" You gasped. You set down your fork, losing your appetite quickly. "So who's the lucky lady? Do I know her?" You asked, taking a sip of water trying to look casual.

"Yes you do," He replied, smirking. "She's very beautiful and talented. She's kind and helpful to everyone. And most importantly she-"

BZZT BZZT

"Uh, sorry," you said, looking at your ringing phone. "I should take this. It's Steve." Loki looked upset but nodded. "Hello?"

"Y/N? We've got a problem. Is Loki with you?"

"Uh, yeah, he is. Cap, what's wrong?" Loki got up and moved closer to listen in on the conversation.

"We just got intel on a new Hydra base. This one's different though. They have too many defensive procedures in place for us to just attack. We need someone on the inside. That's where you and Loki come in."

"You're sending us to work undercover in a base?!" You screeched.

"Yes, pack a few things and be on the helicarrier in an hour. I'll finish briefing you then."

Working on the inside was, of course, much harder than you'd expected. Thankfully no one here knew you from your actual Hydra days so that made it easier. You just hadn't expected being separated from Loki for so long. Especially after your interrupted conversation, you wanted to talk to him again. Steve assured you, though, it would be a quick mission and you could get back to your normal life within a few weeks.

~ 6 Months Later ~

"You have exactly 2 minutes to get out before this whole place blows, you got that?" Cap yelled through your comms. The mission had gotten complicated and had extended to 6 Months for you both. But now you and Loki had apparently collected enough info for Cap and the others to finally come and blow it all open. Although, none of you had expected a literal explosion. You grabbed the last of the information you needed and booked it out of there. Once you made it into the clearing where the others had regrouped, you looked around frantically as Cap took a head count. "Loki's not out yet!"

"What!" You exclaimed. "There's only 30 seconds!" Suddenly your comms crackled to life.

"Found...girl…trapped," Loki said. The static made it impossible to understand the sentence fully but you understood what he meant.

"Loki! Get out!" Steve yelled.

"I'm going in," You said. Steve yelled to stop you but you were too quick. You teleported in and found the two, trying to shelter themselves in a corner. "Loki!"

"Y/N?" He exclaimed, turning to see you. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to rescue you, you idiot! Now hold on." You reached out and grabbed Loki's and the girl's hands and teleported out just as the building exploded. Cap immediately went to help the girl, leading her back to the helicarrier.

"So," Loki said, looking at your hand still gripping his. You impulsively gave him a hug, the thought that you could have lost him starting to sink in. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," You replied, pulling away quickly. "I just-"

"Loki! Y/N! C'mon!" Cap called out. You were interrupted once more but ran to the helicarrier and rode back home in silence. When you landed back at the tower, you rushed to your bedroom and flung yourself on the bed face first.

"I need a life," You groaned. You heard Loki calling out for you so you rushed into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower hoping that he would think you were in there and leave. Once you didn't hear him anymore you decided it actually was a good idea to take a shower so you adjusted the temperature and got in. A few minutes later you found yourself lost in the magical world of shower thoughts. Not wanting to get upset again, you decided on music. "FRIDAY, shuffle my library," You said.

"Right away," It replied. As you were dressing a few songs later, Unusual Way started playing and you thought back to the day you'd left for the mission. You sang along sadly, once again thinking of the man you loved who, apparently, loved someone else.

"You don't know what you do to me

Don't have a clue

You can't tell what it's like to be me

Looking at you"

You opened your door to go to the kitchen and Loki stumbled in. "Were you leaning on the door?"

"Maybe," He admitted, blushing. You stared at him, gesturing for him to explain. FRIDAY paused your music since you were talking and he glanced up at the ceiling. "I wanted to talk to you but I heard the shower start so I was going to leave but then I heard you singing and-"

"I don't like performing," You snapped, quite embarrassed that he'd heard you singing that song especially.

"But I want to hear you sing. Especially that song, you sing it so beautifully."

"How would you know? You heard me through a door," You scoffed. Pushing past him you walked out into the hallway, pulling your door shut behind you.

"Not six months ago I didn't." That stopped you in your tracks. Spinning around on your heel you marched back up to him.

"You heard me when?"

"In the conference room, the day we left for the mission. I'd gone to watch you practice and see if maybe you wanted to practice with me a little but Natasha said you'd left already. She told me where you were and that you didn't want to be disturbed but," He chuckled softly. "Has that ever stopped me?" You laughed and shook your head. "Well, I heard you singing and I decided to leave you be."

"Oh well, thanks I guess," You said, smiling softly, still embarrassed but not as mad anymore.

"May I ask, who were you singing to?"

"What do you mean?"

"When the song started you said 'this one's for you'. Who did you have in mind?"

"Oh," You said, surprised. You blushed brightly and shook your head. "Just someone I care for very much I suppose."

"You suppose?" He teased.

"Ok! I do care about him! Geez! You're as bad as Nat sometimes!" He laughed loudly and you could help but smile wider. You loved when he laughed like that, a real laugh that reached his eyes and filled the room. As you walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter together, you quickly remembered your conversation at lunch that day though and frowned. "Unfortunately I don't think he quite thinks of me the same way."

"Why's that?" He asked, brows furrowing.

"I am quite sure he has his eyes on another girl."

"Is it the Captain?"

"Oh goodness no!" You immediately replied. "No, definitely not." His eyes suddenly lost their joy and he seemed almost scared to ask his next question. He got up and went to the window, putting quite a bit of space between you.

"Is it my brother?" He asked quietly.

"No! No no no! Never!" You exclaimed. You actually shuddered at the mental image. Realizing what needed to be done you teleported yourself in front of him with your back to the window. He startled and jumped back quickly. You smirked and stepped closer. "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not a fan of blond's."

"Perhaps Banner then?" He stammered, trying to come up with an idea. You could not believe how clueless he could be.

"What? Ew! No!" You pretended to gag. "I like someone more fun, more mischievous," You grinned.

"Misch-oh," He breathed, finally figuring it out. You looked away, feeling embarrassment set in again. "Well, Y/N, I-"

"Look, I know you were trying to tell me before we left that you're in love and I couldn't be happier for you and I wish you all the best but I just needed you to know, ok?" You cried.

"But Y/N! You don't-"

"I'm sorry," You said, trying to run past him to lock yourself up in your room.

"Not so fast," He said, grabbing your arm.

"Wha-" You were cut off by a pair of lips meeting yours. He quickly pulled away, grinning like mad.

"You don't know what I've been trying and wanting to tell you! The girl I love is you, Y/N! I love you!"

"Me?" You squeaked, smiling giddily. He nodded and you laughed. "I cannot believe it. We've been idiots haven't we?"

"Most certainly," He agreed. He gave you another quick kiss and looked in your eyes. "I think I've loved you since we met but you know when I fell in love with you?"

"When?"

"When you borrowed that grey sweater and never gave it back." You gasped, eyes widening in surprise.

"I didn't realize I never returned it!"

"Oh sure! You wear it all the time!"

"I do no-oh," You paused, thinking about your closet. "Maybe I do," You chuckled. "Well, I actually liked you from the first time I saw you."

"When I scared you coming off the elevator?"

"No, 2012," You whispered. Loki stared at you, quite surprised. "I knew what you were doing was wrong but," You sat down on the couch, having wandered into the living area. "Somehow I understood you."

"Y/N, I don't know what to say. I, well, I was a very different man then and-"

"And you were pretty," You deadpanned.

"Ah, so my irresistible charms strike again." You both laughed and he sat beside you. "Y/N, I think we've been fooling ourselves for far too long. Now, you love me, right?"

"Yes!" You said emphatically.

"And I love you, right?"

"I sure hope so!" He grinned and you wondered where this was going. He stood up and took your hand in his.

"Well then, I should wish to officially court you if that should please you and have your approval," He said, bowing slightly.

"I accept," You replied immediately. You stood up and gave him a big hug. "Oh, Loki, thank you."

"You're welcome, my love. But I hope you know what this means."

"What?" You asked, pulling away just in time to see his smirk.

"It means you're no longer allowed to hog the popcorn bowl on skate night!"

"No," You retorted. "It means that as your girlfriend I can now officially tell you to get your own!" He gasped, playing offended.

"Why! I'm wounded!" He cried, holding his hand over his heart.

"Does this help?" You teased, placing your hand there instead.

"No," He smirked. "But this might," He said, pulling you in for another kiss. "I will never tire of that."

"Nor I," You sighed contentedly. "But we must stop for now."

"Why?"

"It's skate night and I need to get the popcorn ready!"

"Go sit down," He smiled. "I'll get it ready."

"Aw! How sweet!" You squealed. "Alrighty then." You walked back to the couch as settled in. "Loki, dear?" You called out towards the kitchen.

"Yes, darling?"

"Remember, 2 bowls!"

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jinxedpanda4life · 4 years

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DamiRae Hospital AU?

No I am not writing one, if I could write well I would though! So here are some HCs for a hospital AU. If someone decides to write this then I’ll be your first reader. Also I am sort of basing things off of Grey’s Anatomy just a bit and my limited knowledge of the medical field.

- Starts of as 1st year residents, specialties may vary

- The “Titans” are residents and 1st years that show great promise, this doesn’t really play a role its just what people call them behind their backs

- Dr. Kori Anders is a OBGYN (women parts and birth) resident, a year or two away from finishing

- Dr. Richard “Dick” Grayson is is a surgery resident, trained by the hospital owner Bruce Wayne (who is a world renowned surgeon, has awards, etc), specifically general surgery

- Dr. Garfield Logan is pediatrician (kid doctor) res, bonds well with kids, but is considering going back to school to become a vet instead

- Dr. Jaime Reyes is an oncology (cancer doctor), having had cancer as a teen and is now forever trying to rid the world of it, works mostly with kids and teens

- Dr. Jonathan Kent is a physical therapist that works with pain management. Up beat guy and is always trying to brighten his patient’s lives.

- Dr. Damian Wayne is a surgical intern, blood thirsty little thing, hoping to become a neurosurgeon (brain, spine) (or cardiothoracic (heart, lungs) both are competitive)

- Dr. Raven Roth is an anesthesiologist (the drug person that knocks you out) and is starting her surgical internship (she wanted to do more than just help people get high essentially or whatever) has no current preference for any specific surgical field

- Add in characters:

-- Dr. Jason Todd, trauma surgeon (fits too well)

-- Dr. Timothy Drake diagnostician (medical detective basically)

-- Dr. Donna Troy gynecologist

-- Terra Markov is a nurse (i don’t like Terra but nurses are the actual best)

- Story stuff:

- Damian and Raven meet as they are put under the guidance of the same resident

-Damian has an automatic dislike for Raven because she knows everyone already and is equally, if not much more, knowledgable about surgery, the OR, the ER, protocol, etc He also thinks she is cold because she rarely shows emotion (pot kettle Damian)

- Raven can always be found in the medical archives researching old cases and studying new ones, Damian stumbles upon her when looking for an old cardiomegaly case (enlarged heart).

- Raven gets along with all of the past ‘Robins’ making her a go to intern

- Garfield can be seen whenever he is not needed trying to flirt with Nurse Markov and often goes to Raven to sulk

- Damian and Raven are always early to pre-rounds and are typically the first ones there (usually early in the morning, getting there before 500)

- Jon bumps into Damian more often than not and they start becoming friends (Damian is reluctant at first and is still you know Damian about everything), Damian even recommends patients to him

- Though Damian doesn’t want to really ‘hang out’ with anyone he reluctantly hangs out with the Titans, because of Jon and Dick

- When in a large group when at a bar, club or whatever Damian tends to stay close to Raven because 1) they actually have things to talk about 2) she isn’t loud

- Raven & Damian are both assigned to a case that is frankly befuddling and have to start spending long nights and early mornings together to figure it out

- Over that period of time they learn things about each other:

-- Raven learns:

Damian has a dog (Titus) and cat (Alfred)

He is single (Kori told her) and lives in an apartment close to the hospital

He has lived in various countries

He is trained in multiple martial arts

He prefers his tea with brown sugar and a slice of lemon

His eyes are a true emerald color with a ring of gold and flecks scattered within

He may hide it well but when Raven compliments him he becomes flustered

He speaks to himself in Arabic when he curses, trying to remember something, doesn’t want anyone to know what he is saying

He isn’t always an asshole

When he actually smiles a true and genuine smile, she has heart palpitations

-- Damian learns:

Raven has two tattoos (neither are a bird), a gang tat (she is saving up to get it removed), and a mantra in Azarathian; Azarath Metrion Zinthos

She immigrated from Azarath when she was around 8

Her notes are in Azarathian

She actually feels a lot of emotion and knows how to control them

If she is not reading about a current or past case she is reading any book or file she can get her hands on, he has caught her reading in multiple different languages; Azarathian, English, French, Russian, Arabic, Dutch, Mandarin, (could be more or less)

She lives alone and has a cat, Nevermore, and thanks to Dick he already knew she was single

She likes all tea, no matter how prepared, but prefers the sweetener to be honey

Her hair is black but shines purple, especially under the ER lights

Her eyes are a purple that at first glance look blue, like Elizabeth Taylor, he realizes though her eyes are galaxies on their own

When she smiles the world actually stops moving, her eyes shine like stars and he never wants the world to start moving again

She always wears a necklace with a gold and ruby ring at all times (it was her mother’s wedding ring)

- When Damian starts having le feelings for Raven he considers actually seeking medical advice as this has never happened to him before

- Raven tries her best to contain her feelings when at work, going so far as one day a month staying home just to scream, cry and feel her feelings

- It does not help that new feelings towards Damian start popping up, especially since he starts bringing her tea and hanging out with her at work

- During the middle of their 2nd year of residency someone holds Raven hostage in the hospital to fix someone that person loves (this person had connections to Trigon and knew who Raven was)

- That was not a fun time for either Damian or Raven; Damian was outside the hospital pacing trying to figure something out with the other Titans trying to calm themselves and him down

- Shots are fired and when all is said and done, Raven gets shot in the abdomen and the hand (she was in ICU for a hot sec)

- Damian seemed to be there every time Raven woke up, he was always checking on her during rounds even though he wasn’t on her case

- Raven did have to have surgery on her hand and in her abdomen (idk where i’m not getting that specific), she hated being, in her words, coddled

- Even though Raven was right handed (the one that got shot) she learned how to do everything, writing, eating, going to the bathroom, etc. (many of the other residents are impressed since she keeps working on it after her other hand heals)

- Raven’s room also becomes a space for other residents to destress and just vent about their day. She listens and gives advice, all without looking up from whatever she was doing.

- During this time Raven becomes hooked on Pretty Pretty Pegasus

- Raven’s room is also full of cards, flowers, etc all from fellow staff and some from patients. When she leaves (she spends a couple weeks in thanks to multiple surgeries, recovery, and other minor injuries) all of the gifts litter her apartment, the cards end up in a box by her desk, she presses the flowers, and stuffed animals are donated to children’s shelter (she keeps some that she has grown attached to)

- During this time Damian is more of an ass than usual (people notice and tease him)

- Damian at some points keeps working without breaks/sleep for hours on end. Dick pulls him aside after noticing, scolds and forces him to sleep in one of the on call rooms. (He really wanted him to go home, but Damian wasn’t leaving)

- Once Raven was discharged Damian and Garfield help her back home (clothes + gifts + Raven w/a healing hand/other injuries = need help) the other Titans would have helped but were needed at the hospital

- Garfield leaves after dropping off Raven and Damian (and her stuff) as he is called in on a Peds case (could be fake, may not be) and Raven & Damian spend the rest of the time basically watching terrible movies. (with Nevermore sitting on both of them)

- That is the night Damian realizes that not only does he like Raven, but he like likes her. He starts devising plans on how to get her to date him.

- All his plans basically are thrown out the window because of one reason or another (he kept overthinking it)(poor guy)

- It is not until their 3rd year of residency that Raven realizes her feelings towards Damian (Have I made it clear she likes him? I can’t remember...)

- She realizes her feelings when she has to crash at his place for a night (because he lives ridiculously close to the hospital, like how expensive is that??) and he tries to make sure that she is as comfortable as possible

- She never realized how much he cared for her? Like she was always helping him out and there for him but she never realized he reciprocated that care? *Shocker*

- Raven becomes kind of a mess because of all her emotions that she is trying to bottle up. (all the corks are disintegrating and the jar is overflowing)

- Raven is during her Ortho rotation (bone surgeon people, they are cool, ik from experience) that she actually gets a good release for her emotions (setting peoples bones and drilling and hammering in pins is actually therapeutic)

- Raven thinks that may be the specialty she chooses

- Damian saw her as a mess and could not fathom why she was said mess, he figured it was about a romantic interest after someone made an offhand comment about her love life and she became a blubbering mess (very un-Raven like)

- After all of well *motions with hands* that Raven asks why Damian doesn’t have a s/o or someone

- He says there is only person that he has been meaning to ask out (looks pointedly at Raven)

- All Raven says is “Go for it.”

And that is where my HCs end. Now if anyone who happens upon this post decides to write a Medical AU with any of these please tag me, tell me, message me.

You do not have to give me credit, I just want to read it.

This took me a couple of days to write up, so if it is disjointed I apologize.

If anything needs to be corrected for any reason let me know!

I hope this fuels some imaginations!

-I may post more HC AU things if they come to mind, we will have to see.

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cle-guy · 3 years

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Projecting Story Elements for Magic: the Gathering in 2022

OK, I love the Magic: the Gathering storyline which ranks near the top on my list of favorite hobbies on Tumblr. This year brings numerous opportunities to speculate on the story elements for this year’s premier MTG sets! So for this post I am going to speculate on:

1. Potential story elements of the set

2. Specific events which may occur

3. Planeswalkers who may appear in the set

I will go set by set, and try to incorporate as much known knowledge as possible! I may update my thoughts as sets (and stories from released sets) become known as the year progresses. Without further ado!

Innistrad: Crimson Vow

Technically not in 2022, but coming soon none-the-less! We know lots about the story elements, considering Crimson Vow takes place directly after Midnight Hunt.

Story Elements:

The first known thing about Crimson Vow is the “Biggest vampire wedding in Innistrad history!” which will unite the Voldaren and Markov bloodlines. We also know from the story so far that night on Innistrad is overcoming day. Humans who once turned to Avacyn for safety increasingly look to other sources for protection, including ancient magics forgotten when Sorin created Avacyn. One Coven seeks to restore the balance, and needs the Moonsilver Key in the Celestus to perform the ritual.

We also know part of the Gatewatch: Teferi, Chandra and Kaya came to Innistrad to assist Arlinn Kord, who seeks to help restore the Day/Night balance on her home plane. Now, while Arlinn & the Gatewatch succeed in finding the Moonsilver Key, and also succeed in starting the ritual: I do not believe the ritual passes. I suspect Olivia Valdaren ends the ritual and blocks it based on the card: Olivia’s Midnight Ambush. The flavor text on this card reads:

"And you were almost finished with that ritual, weren't you, darling? How very rude of me. To make it up to you, I'll send you an invitation to my wedding."

I suspect her raid ends the ritual, kills the Coven leader, and spirals us into Crimson Vow.

Overall, this suggests that much of the plot of Crimson Vow will surround new attempts to restore the balance between Day and Night. I suspect Sorin Markov, who fights Sigarda in a rage, will unite with the Gatewatch (and Arlinn Kord, & Sigarda) to save the plane. How they do this is not revealed as of yet. However, I suspect one plot detail has been spoiled for the set and thats....

Specific Events:

Edgar Markov marries Olivia Valdaren.

Olivia is the known progenitor of the Voldaren line, as Edgar Markov is the known progenitor of the Markov line. At first I felt Sorin would marry Olivia, but I find this unlikely as Olivia despises Sorin (and refuses to save him at the end of Eldritch Moon). Sorin may care for the future of Innistrad but he remains hedonistic and petty; he spends the end of Episode 2 in this story line griping about how nobody sacrificed as much as he did for the plane and why should he be expected to give more? He also treats Nahiri quite shallowly when she arrives on Innistrad to demand he help her fix Zendikar.

More importantly, however, we also get card evidence that Edgar Markov is involved in this story, specifically: Fateful Absence. The flavor text for this card reads:

“Sensing a plot, Sorin raced to his grandfather's resting-crypt. But someone else had gotten there first.“

The plot going like this, I suspect, for the story:

A) Our heroes (the Gatewatch, Sigarda, Arlinn) regroup after Olivia invokes eternal night by defeating the ritual.

B) They join up with Sorin Markov, who is now angry at Olivia for convincing his grandfather to marry her, and hatch a plan to stop the wedding

C) Olivia marries Edgar

D) The wedding turns into a bloody mess as the Gatewatch, Arlinn, & Sigarda all try to reverse the damage. Sorin spends the story finding a way to get revenge.

E) One of Edgar or Olivia survives

F) Emrakul is released and everybody dies (Just kidding)

Anyway, with all of this laid out that leaves us with potential planeswalkers.

Planeswalker Appearances:

Each set I will assume only three planeswalkers appear, with speculation for a fourth & fifth.

We already know Arlinn Kord, Teferi, & Sorin Markov will get cards; Arlinn & Teferi will not get cards in this set since they appeared in Midnight Hunt. Sorin Markov appears on the packaging, which nearly guarantees his appearance as a card in this set.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB

Now, Chandra Nalaar and Kaya both appear in the story. The next quesiton would be: do they get cards in the 2nd set since they are known to appear in the story? It’s a tough call. Chandra would fit in nicely since Sorin will almost certainly appear as a WB planeswalker granting a third color for balance purposes. Kaya, on the other hands, presents two problems. First, she shares her color identity with the story’s likely main character. Second, she already got a card recently in Kaldheim (which is still in Standard). I would guess she lacks a card in the set.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R

Now we’re into more speculative territory. I highly doubt we only get two planeswalkers in the set, which leaves open a spot for a new planeswalker (likely a blue planeswalker). That being said, I would not be surprised if Tamiyo makes an appearance in the 3rd slot; she appeared in both previous stops in Innistrad, and two of her colors would fill out the color balancing in the set so far.

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R Slot 3: Tamiyo, U

Other potential planeswalkers include the aforementioned Kaya, Tibalt (who would love to spoil a wedding), & Davirel Cane. If I had to make a stab at a fourth walker I’d gamble and guess Davriel, with a final list of:

Slot 1: Sorin Markov, WB Slot 2: Chandra Nalaar, R Slot 3: Tamiyo, U Slot 4: Davriel Cane, B

Kamigawa: Neon Dynasty

Story Elements:

So little is known about the new set except that the set takes place concurrently in the present, and that the set will feature both a new planeswalker, Keito, and that the current Emperor of Kamigawa is “someone we’re familiar with” which sadly does not tell us much. Let’s start by considering some known characters from the original block:

Toshiro Umezawa. Toshi is definitely not the emperor. First, Toshi was sent to Dominaria by the Myojin of Night’s Reach at the end of the block (and his descendent will eventually kill Nicol Bolas). Second, he’d almost assuredly be dead by now.

Hidetsugu. An ogre who joined with the Oni of All Consuming Chaos, he could conceivably be alive at this point, although he would not be my guess.

The Myojin of Night’s Reach. Unlikely. While powerful enough, ambitious enough, to try: I just do not see her being able to take the power. She was defeated by Bolas sometime after the events of the original block, for instance.

The Sisters of Flesh & Spirit. Better known as “That Which was Taken” and “Michiko Konda” both characters join at the end of the 3rd book. They’re the most likely candidate to run the whole plane, the only downside is I doubt many players actually know who they are, or how they became one.

However, their union would potentially explain the futuristic nature of the plane. If the Emperor is both spirit and flesh, then the spirit world (Kakuriyuo) & physical world (Utsushiyo) may have joined as well, giving the plane its current futuristic (dare I say: neon) appearance.

Specific Events:

I will only predict one event in this set, and that’s the appearance from Tamiyo’s story circle. I would be shocked if this relatively well known gathering is not referenced in the set. It would be a surprise, to say the least.

Planeswalker Appearances:

First thing’s first: Keito is confirmed for the set. We do not know what color identity he has yet, but they did call Keito a “cyber ninja” in the video. Ninjas are a pretty evenly split tribe between blue and black, so I will call Keito a UB planeswalker for now:

Slot 1: Keito, UB

I cannot imagine them returning to Kamigawa without bringing back Tamiyo. I know she literally is predicted to appear in Innistrad: Crimson Vow but I think predicting her here is also plausible.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U

Next, they also mentioned that a “mysterious planeswalker” would make an appearance in this set as well. Now, they did not say whether this planeswalker was a new planeswalker or a returning planeswalker. Some planeswalkers we know of who I would classify as mysterious include: Kasmina, The Raven Man, The Wanderer, Davriel Cane, Ashiok, & Aminatou. Ashiok is currently investigating New Phyrexia and shares my predicted colors with Keito; Davriel (I think) is a strange fit on this set, and I do not see us learning about the Raven Man absent Liliana. That leaves the Wanderer, Aminatou, or Kasmina. We did just see Kasmina and I do suspect she plays a role in whatever arc they are building up to, but she conflicts with Keito & Tamiyo. That leaves the Wanderer or Aminatou. Given Mark Rosewater’s doubts about Aminatou (and her own conflicts) I predict The Wanderer.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U Slot 3: The Wanderer, W

That does leave room for a walker with red and green. Samut fits in, but I will guess Sarkhan who originally appeared Gruul, and may visit with Narset.

Slot 1: Keito, UB Slot 2: Tamiyo, U Slot 3: The Wanderer, W Slot 4: Sarkhan Vol, RG

Streets of New Capenna

Planeswalker Appearances:

So little is known about this new plane that I will limit myself to guessing planeswalkers. Ob Nixilis is confirmed, and this is a wedge set, so I am predicting they finally print Nixilis as a Rakdos planeswalker.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR

They also confirmed this plane is “special” to Elspeth. You do not name drop that and not include her.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR Slot 2: Elspeth, W

OK. As far as I know: Ajani has not reunited with Elspeth yet, which suggests to me that there is room for a reunion in this set.

Slot 1: Ob Nixilis, BR Slot 2: Elspeth, W Slot 3: Ajani Goldmane, WG

Calix would be my second choice, same colors, since he is currently chasing her. If there is one other potential walker I would guess a new walker. I honestly do not see what other walker would fit here, especially with Nixilis taking up the BR space in this scenario.

Dominaria United

Specific Events:

If you read the first story from Midnight Hunt you know that Teferi helped Wrenn find her seventh tree to bond with, and that Wrenn offered to help Teferi repair the damage his spell phasing out Zhalfir from Dominaria did to both his home and his plane. Given the name I predict Teferi works with Wrenn to restore Dominaria to its full state.

I also predict that Teferi, Karn, & Ajani all work together to plan out the destruction of New Phyrexia (with an eventual showdown sometime in 2023).

Planeswalker Appearances:

I think Dominaria United will act like a traditional core set. So, with that being said, I think the following walkers appear:

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G

As said above, I think a big part of the story line is Teferi bringing Zhalfir back to Dominaria. That requires both Wrenn and Teferi, and since this is a core set both will get only a single color.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W

Ajani will return helping Teferi and Karn plan the destruction of New Phyrexia. Since Ajani is base white its a good fit. There are plenty of mono red planeswalkers but only two which make story sense. The first is Koth, but since I doubt he leaves New Phyrexia I do not think he makes an appearance. My guess is Jaya Ballard, a native Dominarian, will show up in the fourth spot instead.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W Slot 4: Jaya Ballard, R

The 5th spot is the one I am not sure of; if Wizards wanted to tell a largely Dominarian story they would bring back Liliana Vess, but I do not think she quite makes sense for this story as she is in hiding and as far as I know her appearance would not sit well with Teferi and Ajani (Gatewatch members). I will toss out three possibilities: 1) Sorin Markov (guessing Teferi recruits him to protect Innistrad against an inter-planar threat), 2) Davriel Cane, or 3) Karn (and go colorless). They could also just include Karn as a 6th walker like Core Set 2021. For now, I will assume Karn as the 5th walker.

Slot 1: Teferi, U Slot 2: Wrenn, G Slot 3: Ajani, W Slot 4: Jaya Ballard, R Slot 5: Karn, C

The Brothers War

This set does not require speculation since the story has already been told. I would highly recommend reading the book. The only thing I will say for certain is: Urza finally gets a real planeswalker card.

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flautistsandpeonies · 3 years

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Prominence Part 1

Read My Prompt [Here]

Word Length: 2,710

Tags: Not for JC Fans, JC’s Canon Characteristics, Not for Madam Yu Fans, Madam Yu Canon Characteristics, Not Jiang Friendly, No Sunshot Campaign, Original Character, Vampires

Almost everyone had heard of Wei WuXian. Picked up from the streets of Yiling at the age of nine and brought to YunmengJiang to be trained amongst its disciples, the orphan was a reoccurring topic through the many sects, taverns, brothels, and businesses of china. For thirteen years, the young cultivator sparked many a sordid story and salacious talks of infidelity, bastard children, bloodlines, and even sword naming of all things.

Some thought positively of the young cultivator, wondering of his promise and imaging what he might accomplish with his cultivation. Others saw the prodigy as a blight on the normal way of life, an arrogant servant who didn’t understand his station. Both acknowledged his strength with a sword, his intelligence, and wit.

All in all, it was common to talk about the young master, whether it was scorn or adoration, it was almost impossible to not pass by one person and not hear the name “Wei WuXian” on their lips.

Especially now...

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The YunmengJiang Sect was hosting a discussion conference next month.

‘Not surprising, ‘Lan Qiren thought as he set the missive down, ‘Considering the situation’

The letter was short and concise, the way he preferred them. Jiang Fengmian meant to clear up some “misconceptions and rumors” about sudden events and offer a chance to the young disciples of the sects.

A two week discussion conference was to be held, the first dedicated to multiple lectures and the second a week long night-hunting competition.

Sitting to his right, Lan XiChen picked up the letter with inquisitive eyes and stared to peruse. After few minutes, he smiled and set the paper back down on the table with a hum.

“Young Master Wei has certainly come a long way, “XiChen smiled, “Will we attend?”

“There is no reason not to, “Lan Qiren stroked his beard, “It is an opportunity to learn something new, so we shouldn’t squander this opportunity...no matter how unseemly the events surrounding it are.”

While gossip was forbidden in the Cloud Recesses, it certainly was not in Caiyi Town. The many shop and tavern goers always had something new to talk about almost everyday, spreading rumors from the farthest brothels in Runan to the classiest restaurant in Laoling. Due to the town’s proximity to the Lan Sect, it’s disciples often picked up on the gossip whether they wanted to or not.

Lan XiChen gave a slight wince, knowing what his uncle was referring to due to his recent trip to the Unclean Realm, “I...have heard about Young Master Jiang’s injury.”

For the past couple of weeks, the YunmengJiang Sect was the talk of the Cultivation and Civilian worlds. It started with a simple event that exploded into a frenzy of rumors and tales.

Wei WuXian, Head Disciple to YunmengJiang, had recently published several cultivation manuals and even a few night-hunting tools. Now, this, while completely normal, did raise a few brows as no one expected someone so young to suddenly put multiple books out on cultivation. However, no one who truly cared about learning batted an eye and went at the books with a critical eye.

To name a few, there was:

Talismans for the Everyday Life The Hunter: Archery and Tracking Talismans Musical Cultivation: The Difference between the Xiao and Dizi The Stygian Lure Flag and Demon Wind Compass: Uses and Dangers

Due to the books being sold by a well-known and influential merchant, the books were being sold in small shops throughout the cultivation world in the matter of days. The books contained many research notes from various night-hunts, creation processes, and even notes on the failures and set backs found during the research phase; it would be an understatement to say they were a huge success and cultivators sought out these items as soon as they got wind of them.

The problems started soon after.

Everyone who wasn’t living under a rock knew how troublesome the marriage between the Jiang Sect Leader and his madam was. An arranged marriage that left neither participant with any benefits, the two were not a good fit. Even worse, the amount of gossip surrounding the home life of the Jiangs left many secretly wondering how they were still married, no matter how unpractical a divorce would be.

The Violet Spider’s reaction to the books and tools was not pleasant. Having been out on a night-hunt with her son at the time of their publication, she apparently found out by word of mouth. Customers at a restaurant in Ouyang having described the woman shouting in rage, destroying the table of a couple of rogue cultivators, and then rushing out with her heir and retinue.

As the Madam stormed her home, the doors to the sect were left wide open and the close distance to the civilians gave everyone a view of Yu ZiYuan shouting down her husband. Jiang Fengmian’s supposed infidelity and favoring of a bastard child were aired out once again for all in Lotus Pier to hear.

Even worse was the reaction of the heir, Jiang WanYin. Having been given Zidian by the Violent Spider for their night-hunt, the young heir took the whip to his da-shixiong, and the young author ended up brandishing his sword to defend himself. The end result of the fight left Jiang WanYin with a broken arm, and rumors spread that the Madam was now seeking to throw Wei WuXian from the sect.

Truly unpleasant.

Lan Qiren sighed, “Regardless, the Jiang Sect is offering for us to learn directly from Wei WuXian, and the competition their holding would be great experience for the junior disciples.”

Lan XiChen nodded in agreement, “Then I’ll look at our list of disciples and choose whom to take with us.”

Standing, Lan XiChen fixed his robes and then bowed to his uncle, “I have other duties to attend to, but I’ll get to the list as soon as possible. I’ll ask WangJi if he will attend as well. Do you need anything before I go, uncle?”

Shaking his head, Lan Qiren replied, “All is well. I will see you and WangJi later tonight.”

Watching his nephew leave, the elder Lan flicked his beard before standing and fixing his robes. Walking over to his bookshelf, he retrieved one of the newest additions to his personal library.

“Dao: Golden Cores and the many Paths of Cultivation by Wei WuXian”

Having acquired the book from his youngest nephew, Lan Qiren would never admit to having lost sleep trying to finish the book. Giving a thoughtful look at the materials, Lan Qiren couldn’t help but give a huff of amusement.

‘It seems that boy has learned some discipline after all.’

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The air around Lotus Pier was tense.

Purple clad disciples shuffled into each other, eyes downcast as they bowed at the retinue to Nie disciples, their sect leader, and second heir.

“Chifeng-zun, Second Young Master Nie, “a lower disciple said almost in a whisper, “Welcome to Lotus Pier.”

Nie Mingjue couldn’t help but frown as the Yunmeng disciples tittered about the gates, whispering amongst themselves. Servants quickly tended to their luggage, hastily informing them of where they would be staying for the discussion conference before scurrying off. Some of their faces were ashen and jittery, as if staying in one place for too long would bring some omen upon them.

‘Perhaps coming was a mistake, ‘he thought

“Da-ge, “the Nie Sect Leader looked to his little brother, “I don’t like this. I really don’t like this.”

“What? You want to go back to the Unclean Realm, “MingJue rasied an eyebrow

“No!, “Huaisang almost screamed in reply, “I...I’m worried about Wei-Xiong.”

Standing in the training ground with their disciples, the Nie brothers watched as disciples and servants alike scurried through the halls of Lotus Pier. All had their heads held downward as if they didn’t want to be noticed.

Nie Huaisang gave his brother a worried frown, “I’ve tried sending letters to Wei-Xiong before we came. The courier told me that Wei-Xiong was to be in seclusion until the discussion conference tomorrow.”

Returning his brother’s look, “Nie MingJue turned to observe the people of Lotus Pier once more

There were a couple disciples on the training grounds practicing their swordsmanship while others were a ways away practicing their archery. The sword training was going poorly, he observed, watching each disciple flinch as the loud *THUMP* of arrows hitting posts reached their ears.

The sight gave him a foreboding feeling.

“Nie Zongzhu, “Nie MingJue turned at the sound

“Jiang Zongzhu, “he nodded at the smiling man, “Thank you for this opportunity.”

“No need, “Jiang Fengmian shook his head, “This type of knowledge should be shared”

Jiang Fengmian turned to look at his training disciples. At the sight of their flinching, the man frowned at sighed.

Nie Huaisang walked to stand beside his brother, eyeing the Jiang Sect Leader.

“Is...is Wei-Xiong alright?, “Nie Huaisang asked while tightly gripping his fan

Jiang Fengmian paused, thinking for a bit, “Ah.....a-Xian is preparing for tomorrow.”

“Is that why he went into seclusion?, “he questioned

“It’s..., “the Jiang Sect Leader sighed, “I’m afraid that’s a personal matter, Second Young Master Nie.”

“But he’s okay, right?, “Nie Huaisang pressed

“He’s fine, “Jiang Fengmian’s smile returned, “You’ve known a-Xian for years. He’s always smiling no matter the adversity.”

Huaisang frowned at the reply, “Yeah...he’s...he’s really great.”

Placing a hand on his littler brother’s back, Nie MingJue nodded at Jiang Fengmian and started to lead his brother away, “Till tomorrow, Sect Leader Jiang.”

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The first week of the discussion conference seemed to go by in a flash. Each day was dedicated to a specific topic, invention, and/or book, Wei WuXian going into detail and answering any and all questions.

“Young Master Wei, do you intend to publish more?, “a sect leader asked one day

Smiling, Wei WuXian replied, “With more time and research, I plan to improve upon what I’ve already written, but more ideas will follow, I’m sure.”

After each lecture, minor sect leaders clamored to talk with the young man. Others sequestered Jiang Fengmian to a corner, talking up the young man and inquiring about tutoring for their heirs.

“My son is young and brash, perhaps a couple of week under Young Master Wei’s tutelage would straighten him out.”

“Jiang Zongzhu, my daughter has recently come of age and I was looking into decent matches for her. If you’d be inclined, I could get in touch with a matchmaker?”

The first seven days were almost repetitive in this way. Soon, however, the lectures came to an end and the final banquet before the competition was underway.

Like with the lectures, minor sect leaders cornered the Jiang Sect Leader and hounded him with questions and offers. The Jiang Sect Leader could only sigh and smile while he tried to talk down and placate the people around him.

Unlike with the lectures, disciples now felt more comfortable talking to the young Jiang cultivator now that wine was being circulated. Laughing and chatting up the young man, Wei WuXian found himself talking with disciples from multiple sects at once.

The banquet continued like this for a couple more hours. Both sect leader and head disciple moving about the room to talk to as many people as possible before the night’s end.

Said head disciple was currently talking with the leaders of the Lan contingent.

Wei WuXian, “Lan Zhan! It’s been far too long; how are you?”

Lan WangJi, “Wei Ying, “he nodded, “I am well”

Wei WuXian laughed, “That’s great!”

Facing the other two, he asked, “Lan-Laoshi, Zewu-jun, how are you?”

“We’re well, Young Master Wei, “Lan XiChen replied, “It’s been a long time since we’ve last spoken.”

‘It has, “Wei WuXian, “the last was back during the Qishan Archery Competition, wasn’t it?”

“Five years, “Lan Qiren replied, “You seem to have grown.”

“Ah, Lan-laoshi, “Wei WuXian gave a smirk, “Is that a compliment?”

Giving the younger man a blank look, Lan Wiren sighed before walking a little ways away.

“He still hates me, “Wei WuXian laughed at the Twin Jades

Lan WangJi shook his head at the man, “Xiaozhang and I enjoyed your books, “he stated

“Oh?, “Wei WuXian pondered

“Indeed, “Lan XiChen smiled, “I read your book on the Xiao and Dizi and was fascinated. I was wondering if you’d be willing to play a duet with me. Or maybe, try something on a night-hunt?

“A duet?, “Wei WuXian’s eyes widened before he grinned, “Of course, First Master Lan! No one else here plays the flute you see., “he chuckled

“Great, I’ll imagine we’ll have a lot of fun, “Lan XiChen grinned, “I’ll send an invitation for you to come to Cloud Recesses after we’ve settled back at home”

The air around the three men was light and cheerful. Lan XiChen and Wei WuXian chatted away, reminiscing about the past few years, and Lan WangJi added in his commentary when prompted.

Across the room, Yu ZiYuan was like a pot ready to boil over. A dark cloud surrounded the woman, making those not used to her temper and personality stay as far away from her side of the room as possible. Standing next to her was her best friend, Madam Jin.

“I guess it’s true then, “Madam Jin eyed Wei WuXian while he talked with the Twin Jades of Lan, “Has Jiang Fengmian finally admitted that he’s his bastard?, ”she turned to look at her friend

“Hah, no, “Yu ZiYuan laughed harshly, “he still denies it. Says this whole affair was to boost YunmengJiang’s relations. To attract promising disciples to the sects and bolster the coffers”

“That‘s not what most are going to believe though, is it, “Madam Jin scoffed, “He might as well admit it; he’s trying to depose his legitimate child for some half-breed”

At those words, the Violet Spider grew eerily quiet. The voices around them echoed through their ears, laughter and all matter of chatter going on around them. Madam Jin eyes her friend with a curious glace, wondering about the thoughts going through her friend’s head.

As if on auto-pilot, Madam Yu strode forward.

“ZiYuan?, “Madam Jin questioned

Yu ZiYuan stode the the bodies of cultivators, eyes focused on a singular target. Some eyed her warily as she pushed passed them; the rumors from before popping up in some of their heads as they looked to see where she was headed.

“Zewu-jun knows how to jest! Unexpected, “Wei WuXian chuckled, “Ah, Lan Zhan, you never told me your brother was this funny.”

“I wasn’t jesting, Young Master Wei, “the Lan sect’s heir smiled, “I’ve heard about your ChenQing and the melodies she plays.”

“Indeed, “Wei WuXian grinned back, “Oh, Lan Zhan, we could play a duet as well! What do you say? I’ll even let you pick the song. Or, the three of us could play something together.”

“You”

Wei WuXian paused and turned around, “Oh, Yu Furen-

*SLAP*

The sound of the slap silenced the entire room. Eyes turned to see Wei WuXian holding his cheek and Yu Ziyuan’s manicured hand raised high.

“You son of a servant!”

Reaching out, Yu ZiYuan yanked at Wei WuXian long tresses and threw him to the ground. Fisting his hair in her hand, she growled.

“You think you can do as you please in my home? Need I remind you who is the master here? Huh!”

Raising her other hand high, Yu ZiYuan brought it down with force.

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

“You think you’re above my A-Cheng. You think you’re the master of YunmengJiang?!”

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

“Well, let me tell you something. I am the Madam of YunmengJiang, and you will always be the son of whore!”

With a snarl, Yu ZiYuan threw Wei WuXian’s head back and at the same time kicked him harshly in the face.

“Mother!, “Jiang Yanli‘s voice broke through the crowd, “A-Xian!”

Everyone was frozen where they stood. The vehemence that radiated from Madam Yu shocked them so much she might as well have turned them to stone.

Wei WuXian coughed and sat up, One hand was covering his nose as blood rushed and stained his robes.

The dark cloud around the Violet Spider seemed to grow ever larger as towered over the young man. Her eyes were full of malice and an ugly snarl was stretched across her face.

Zidian unfurled.

“Conniving Dog!, “the Violet Spider seethed with hatred

With a scream, the whip lashed toward Wei WuXian. In front of everyone, the sight of Zidian tearing across his back was burned into their minds.

Flesh and blood flew as the whip dug deep and tore the skin. Rearing back, Yu ZiYuan let out a roar and striked again.

And again.

“Sanniang enough!”

For what seemed like forever, the Violet Spider vented her rage at the young man, her grunts, shouts, and insults filled everyone’s ears and bounced around in their heads. After what seemed like an eternity, Yu ZiYuan finally lowered the whip.

Voices cried out.

“Wei-Xiong!”

“Young Master Wei!”

“Wei Ying!”

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Author’s Notes:

-If there’s any confusion, this is a No SSC fic. So far, the only thing Wen Ruohan did was the Waterborne Abyss, but has not made a move in seven years.

-If you didn’t read the tags, I’ll remind you that this isn’t a fic for JC or Madam Yu fans. I will write them with their canon characteristics, I will not woobify them to fit your fanon nor will I excuse their abusive actions.

Read my other Prompts and WIPs [Here]

#wei wuxian #wwx #grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #grand master of demonic cultivation #mdzs #gdc #the untamed #oc #original character #lan wangji #lan xichen #lxc #nie mingjue #nmj #nie huaisang #nhs #lan qiren #lqr #lwj

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nintendousimp · 4 years

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Train of Thought...

Part:1 Getting Caught

Master 👉Next

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Miya Atsumux Reader.

Character: Gender Neutral! or I want to everyone to feel comfortable so any pronouns welcomed for this story.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, Some angst and colorful language, mentions of cheating and getting caught in the action, mentions of also thinking to forgive unfaithful partner, some grammar errors 😅 ( I need to emphasize this by saying that English is not my first language and although my English is great I still have a lot of trouble so constructive criticism is welcomed 🥰)

Word Count: 2k

Released date: January 19th 2021

I feel like I need to emphasize that all of the characters in this story are aged up! I’m not comfortable with talking about sexual topics if the characters are still in high school and are underage so,this is a timeskip!😅

Before we go any further into the story, I plan to post part 2 of this! Part 2 will take me a bit longer to post due to personal matters but it will be posted!

Enjoy my first ever Haikyuu x Reader Fic!!!

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You’ve been working late into the night for the past few months so he must’ve thought that this would be your same routine from your previous nights. He's always been a careful person. He knows you have your location on. He always knows where you are but not just for your safety but to also bring her over.

He knows this is wrong. He loves you and knows he could've talked to you about maybe spending less time at work and maybe make a bit more time for him. Atsumu knows that your work is important and he's not gonna take advantage of you like that, especially when you come home from work tired, and with his volleyball schedule and his career you guys barely got to spend time with each other.

He wants to stop this but his need never stops. He knows what he has with her is just something done out of lust and that’s it. Atsumu only wants her around just to make his cock feel good and that’s it. He's already made it very clear he does not plan to leave you and to not get any crazy ideas.

He thought that tonight would be just like any other. He couldn’t have known that you were on your way home. He couldn’t have possibly remembered that today of all days was the release day of your book that you've put months of work into. Who knew that by mistake you left your phone at the office. All he knew at that moment was that your best friend's pussy takes him so well.

As you were driving your way home all you could think about is to hug your husband and yell to the world that you've finally finished your first written work! You felt such accomplishment that this book that you've put all your heart, sweat, and tears into was finally released! So many people believed in your dream but you felt you really couldn’t have done it without the love and support from your husband.

There have been many times where you felt like you haven't been given Atsumu much attention. You've been working long hours and at times late into the night to get this book out before the deadline you've been given. All those hours of hard work you felt paid off, now all that’s left to do is celebrate and who to celebrate better than your husband. After all, he's the inspiration behind your book.

You get out of your car making your way towards the entrance of your house. You notice a car that you've seen before but you can't remember where, so you just brush it off and make your way to the door. As you're unlocking the main entrance door, you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The house is dark and there's no one in the living area, I mean what did you expect its one in the morning. You were going about your routine trying to not wake Atsumu up when you hear some strange noises coming from your shared master.

As you're approaching the hallway that leads to your room, you've noticed the noises are starting to sound a lot more like sexual moans. Your first thought would've been that Atsumu might've fallen asleep while watching porn, and you'd believe that. But these moans sounded too real to be coming from the tv in your shared bedroom. You can see from the small gap underneath the door that the lights are still on.

You're getting ready to enter your room when you notice that the door is slightly open. If only someone were to prepare you for what you were about to see. As you enter the room you see what no woman ever wants to go through. Your husband Atsumu on top of another woman.

"I can never see myself with anyone that wasn’t my husband," you said.

Who would’ve thought that my marriage was falling apart… not me right?

Have I been so oblivious this whole time?

How long has this been going on? The question I proceeded to ask myself...

How did I not see this coming?

But now that you saw everything with your own eyes, you realized you’ve put all the pieces to a puzzle you didn’t even know you were solving.

Today was publishing day and you were gonna surprise Tsumu by coming home after the book release, you would have called but your phone may have been misplaced somewhere in your office. You didn’t have time to go back to the office, you’ve been missing Tsumu a lot. But the surprise you got when you entered your shared bedroom and watched as your husband was on top of another woman was not something you ever expected to happen.

As you stood there watching your husband fuck another woman and not just any woman but your best friend all you could think about was, Atsumu the man that promised to be with you for the rest of your life was in your bed fucking your best friend. You want to be angry, you want to run and scream at them, you want to ask why they did it. Not that any explanation would fix anything, you just couldn’t say anything. As you stood there for what felt like a lifetime. Did you lose your train of thought? Did you forget how to talk?

He finally notices that you’ve been standing there. He panics and gets off your best friend as he tries making his way towards you. All you could think to do at that moment was to just close the door and run out of the house towards your car and make your way out of there. You started driving with no destination in mind, you just wanted to be anywhere away from this bomb. As you're driving, you end up taking the route that leads you to Akaashi’s place. You get out of the car and make your way towards his door.

It’s like you came here out of instinct.

How can you not when you guys have been working on this project for the past several months. He’s a great editor and a great friend too! He appreciates your hard work! You remember when you told him that you wanted to give writing another try and had an idea for a book he immediately offered his services as an editor. He’s always offered his help to you. Even goes out of his way to help you research some titles or genres that you could find interest in writing. He’s a great guy and you’ve grown very close to him.

Now you’re at Keijis place late in the hours of the night. You decided that you couldn’t do this by yourself so you knock on his door.

“Y/N are you alright, What are you doing out so late?” He asks.

You shake your head no. How were you gonna tell Akaashi your world was falling apart. He’s your editor, he shouldn’t need to know that your husband just cheated on you with your best friend.

“Would you like to come in? We can talk about whatever is troubling you?”

He doesn’t give you a second to answer before he grabs your hand and guides you to the living room. He has you sit on his sofa while he makes you both some tea. Some time has passed since you arrived at Akaashi’s, you’re telling him everything that happened an hour prior to being there. Akaashi is tracing small circles on your back. He tells you that this wasn’t your fault and you're not one to blame here and that

“Hey Y/N?”

“Did you say something Keiji?” Y/N says looking up from his shoulder. He can tell they’ve been crying. Akaashi hated seeing them like this. These past several months, he got to know Y/N as a very kind and goal-minded person. He saw someone who only strived to make her and other’s visions come to reality. The months Akaashi spent with Y/N were by far the best few months of his life. He would never tell Y/N that.t He hates that the book is done because now they won’t get to spend as much time together as they used to.

The months he’s been with her he got to spend a lot of time getting to know her world. He observed the way she would get when she had writer’s block. The number of times he’s watched her get frustrated at how she didn’t like the ending of a chapter for the book. He saw how countless nights she felt helpless and wanted to quit. She would fall into a negative state where she convinced herself she wasn’t a good writer. He also saw the nights where she would vent to him about Atsumu becoming distant once again. NIghts where they would drown themselves with work just so they didn’t think about crying.

He saw all of that. Nights where y/n needed Atsumu. Late nights where he was fucking his wife’s best friend.

“What’s your next move?” Akaashi asked.

“I think the best thing right now is for me to go home and get an explanation”

Your expression is giving regret all over it. How were you gonna go back home and look Atsumu in the face? What more could he explain that you don’t already know? You keep going back and forth between blaming yourself more than blaming him. You want to put this in your head as if it was your fault. But you know deep down that if Atsumu really loves you like he says he does he wouldn’t have cheated. At the end of the day, he cheated on you, not the other way around.

“I think I'm gonna call Yachi and see if she’s okay with me spending a few nights at her place just until I figure out what I’m gonna do. In the meantime, I gotta get back home.”

You sigh, you're getting ready to get up when Akaashi takes a hold of your hand

“Wait Before you go, I have a suggestion for tonight if you’d like to hear”

Akaashi doesn’t want you going alone but he also feels as if he’s overstepping his boundaries. He knows this is none of his business but why does he feel like it is?

“How about we go get some of your things and you spend the night here?”

It was a nice offer from Keiji, but you already feel like a burden. He’s been so kind as to listen to you, you just don’t wanna cause him any more trouble.

“ I appreciate the offer Keiji but I don’t wanna wrap you up in my troubles.”

“ Y/N you’re no trouble, I just want you to know that you’re more than welcomed to stay here.” Akaashi knew you’d reject his invitation. He knows you’re not the type of person to rely on others' help, you’re a giver not a taker after all.

“Can you promise me if you don’t wanna be there with Atsumu you’ll call me and come here?” Akaashi the overthinker, always worrying about others.

“ I promise I’ll call you Keiji, if anything happens I promise to come back here.” The answer appeases him, he lets your hand go.

“Thank you Y/N Can I walk you out?” You nod and make your way towards the entrance door.

“Thank you for having me over at this time of night..” before you could finish your sentence, you were pulled into Akaashi’s arms.

“You don’t have to thank me Y/N, I’m glad you trust me enough to open up about what happened.”

You don’t know why but his words are making you feel safe. You trust Keiji, he’s not the type of guy to hurt anybody.

You thank Akaashi again as he walks you to your car “ Can I check on you tomorrow?”

You reply with a nod “ See you tomorrow Keiji.”

Both of you say your goodbyes. As you’re leaving Akaashi’s house, you can’t help but feel nervous about the conversation you were about to have with your husband. What was gonna happen with your marriage? Can this be forgiven? Questions that kept plaguing your head. Only one question stuck out more than the others…

Do I wanna divorce Atsumu?

Summary:

L/N F/N a young adult working on their first ever book with the help of editor and friend (Akaashi). Discovers that their husband has been cheating on them for the past few months that they’ve been working nonstop. Heartbroken y/n decides to drown herself in their work. Will they be able to Forgive their cheating husband from his infidelity or will they approach the man who fell in love with them while working on their book?

Characters belong to the Haruichi Furudate.

#haikyuu #akaashixreader #akaashi fanfiction #atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #atsumu angst #haikyuu fic #akaashi angst

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ererokii · 4 years

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Sweet Like You || Eijirou Kirishima

Eijirou Kirishima x Fem! Reader

Warnings: cursing (?)

Word Count: 2462

Synopsis: Class 1-A decides to help a local animal shelter by doing a bake sale, and you and Kirishima are in charge of the baking.

Taglist (message to be added): @shoutodoki @shoutosteakettle @sugacookiies @saltie @fryingpanitachi @kingtamakimurder

➺ Note: This is for @bnhabookclub‘s bingo event! The prompt is Baking Sweets. This is also for @pixxiesdust‘s birthday! I know it’s a day early but I wanted to post it now cause I couldn’t wait! Happy birthday Ze! I love you so much and I’m glad we became friends, enjoy your day bb <3

Bingo Masterlist

You couldn’t remember how you ended up in your position. You came out of your room, sleep still flooding your body as everyone started yelling at you for no reason—well, there was a reason behind it.

Aizawa thought it would be a good idea for his class—you guys to hold up some fundraiser for anything, but nothing dumb. He said it would give you guys a good insight on what it would be like when you got to be pro heroes, always helping those in need. Without a choice of course, you all had to decide what would be best.

“Why are you yelling at me?! I just woke up!” you yelled, furiously rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand to erase the remnants of sleep within your body. “I didn’t even get a good morning!”

“There’s no time for good mornings, Y/N! While we’ve been trying to figure out who we should help while you were sleeping your ass off! What kind of commitment is that, huh?! Do you care?!”

“Oh, shut up, Kaminari!” you groaned and plopped on the couch, not caring if your shirt rode up slightly. “I’m here now! Get it over with then!”

“She’s right! Stop the yelling, and we can get on with it!” Iida fixed his glasses as he held a clipboard in his arms, tapping a pen against it. “Alright, so far, we have some good ideas! There’s a local soba shop, a bookstore, an animal shelter, a beauty salon, and… a grocery store?” he trailed off at the end before shaking his head. “Alright, let’s vote! Who wants the soba shop?!”

Only Todoroki raised his hand, his face slowly falling in the area of disappointment when he noticed no one else was raising their hand.

“Book store!”

No one raised their hand.

“Well, that makes it easier,” Iida muttered, crossing the word out with his black pen.

“An animal shelter!”

You shrugged and lazily raised your hand, noticing a handful of your classmates also raised their hand.

Iida nodded and counted each of you, his tongue peeking out from the corner of his mouth in concentration. “Twelve of you! Alright, beauty salon!”

Mina’s hand immediately shot up in the air, a goofy smile on her face. Iida breath hitched as he shook his head, erasing the other topics as well. “Animal shelter it is! Okay, that’s settled! What should we do to raise the money?”

“Sell cold soba on the streets.”

“Icy-Hot! No one is going to buy your soba! Especially on the streets!”

“Well, do you have anything better?”

“It doesn’t matter. No one is buying your stupid soba!”

“How about a bake sale?” you threw the idea out there and immediately regretted it. Pairs of eyes kept their gaze on you as you slowly cowered back into the couch. “W-What? Stop staring at me like that!”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good idea! I’m with Y/N on this one!” a certain redhead said from behind you, his hand grazing your shoulder. You tilted your neck upward and caught a pair of vermeil eyes, a vivid grin sent in your direction. You could feel bursts of heat erupting in your cheeks as you smiled back quickly. “Y-You mean that Kirishima?”

“‘Course! Baking sweets has to be one of the manliest things out there!”

“Well, is everyone okay with that?” Iida asked, turning around to face the rest of his classmates. There were nods of approval, spoken words of support, or just silence.

“Then that settles that. Since both of you were so happy to take this on, I’m leaving the baking to you two!” A finger was pointed in your direction.

You stopped your mouth from moving as your eyes gazed at his finger. “J-Just us?! How many would we need then?!”

“Well, if you make popular sweets according to the web, plus traditional based ones…” Iida paused for a moment, his mind wandering to calculate. “I would say maybe fifty for each.”

“Fifty?!”

“Uh-huh! Best get started now!”

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, tossing your head back as you were met with the couch's cushion. You slowly opened your eyes, cerise orbs gazing back at you.

“It can’t be that bad, right?! Come on, you were made for this Y/N! You’re a great baker! I love everything you make!”

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you scratched the back of your neck, feeling the flesh there heat up from his compliment. “T-Thank you, Kiri! It shouldn’t go bad, right?”

☽✧ ✦ ✧☾

The kitchen smelt of raw eggs, flour, vanilla extract, and a hint of something burnt, which was just a batch of cookies in one of the old ovens. Splotches of white powder were scattered across the wooden floor, some residue from the eggs forgotten on the counter. The buzzing of the electric mixing bowl could be heard from the other room along with your shrieks.

“C-Cover the top with a towel, Kirishima!”

“Right! Sorry, Y/N!”

A small ding went off, indicating that the second batch of sugar cookies was ready. You rushed to the oven, your oven mitts on already as you opened it, watching the smoke emit from the interior. You quickly grabbed the baking pan and shut the oven door, placing it on a stand to cool down.

“Kirishima, did you finish with the brownie batter?”

He grunted in response, pouring the molasses-brown substance into a glass pan, making sure to scrape the leftovers off with a spatula. “Yeah, I got it.”

“Okay, while those cool down, we can work on the cupcakes,” you muttered, slicking the small strands of hair that fell in front of your face back to where they should have been. In the corner of your eye, you noticed Kirishima putting the batter into the oven after fixing the timer.

“Cupcakes, you said?”

“Mhm,” you sighed, grabbing a new glass bowl. “Can you hand me the ingredients while I mix?”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind doing this one instead, you’ve been making different batters since we started. Why don’t you just hand them over to me.”

“A-Are you sure?”

He nudged you with his shoulder, a goofy grin on his adorable face. “I offered, didn’t I? Come on, just do it, Y/N.”

“Fine, fine! Just don’t mess ‘em up.” you huffed playfully, taking a seat on the stool beside the redhead. He nodded, placing the bowl in front of him.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as you handed him the correct measurements for each ingredient.

You watched him mix the substances carefully, his eyes squinted as he concentrated. His tongue peeked out and licked his lower lip as his whisking only got faster by the second. The muscles on his bicep flexed with each flick of his wrist.

“Kirishima, I think you’re mixing it too fast.”

“Nonsense! This is the perfect pace—“

You scooted back, wincing when the batter splattered onto his shirt and the marble countertop.

“—for it,” he whispered, finishing off his sentence, the whisk falling from his hand as he let it rest in the bowl. “...maybe that was a bit too fast.”

“Ya think?” You huffed and grabbed a towel, handing it to him. “Hurry and clean it before it stains your shirt.”

“I think it just did,” he sighed, taking it from you as he dabbed the mess on his clothing. “I’ll just change when we finally finish, whenever that is.”

You grabbed the bowl and brought it in front of you, wiping the handle from the excess cupcake batter and began to whisk slowly. “You see, if you move your wrist too fast, it’ll go everywhere just like it did. You have to have slow and precise flicks,” you told him, feeling the warmth from another body behind you.

He leaned over your shoulder, looking at your movements. “Can I try again?”

You realized how close he was to you. You stopped your movements, licking your lips nervously as you nodded. “Y-Yeah, here you go.”

You shakily handed him the utensil, your hands brushing against his larger ones. You quickly moved out of the way once more, allowing him to sit there. “H-How about you do that, and I’ll make the frosting?”

Before he could reply, you rushed away from him with your head down as a blush tinted your cheeks. God, he was so close to me. I could practically feel his muscles on my back, you thought, clumsily taking the needed things out.

You turned your back to him, taking a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “Okay, just brush it off,” you muttered and unwrapped the butter, placing it in the electric mixing bowl. Soon you added everything that was needed. You set a towel to cover it, preventing another incident like last time and flipping it to the lowest setting.

The sound of something snapping caught your attention as you looked up quickly. Kirishima stood in front of the oven, wearing your strawberry mitts, too small for his big hands. He caught you staring and rubbed the back of his neck, his face becoming as sanguine as his tufts. “I finished, so I put them in the oven.”

“O-Oh, that’s good!” you chirped, looking away from him as you focused on the frosting being made. Kirishima’s smile faltered as he walked over to you.

“Are you okay?”

“‘Course! I’m fantastic! Why wouldn’t I be okay?! Do I not look okay?!”

“N-No!” he gasped, placing his hands defensively in front of his body. “You just look off is all! Like you’re thinking too hard about something!”

“Oh,” you whispered and rubbed your temples slowly. “Just seems like a bit of work when it’s only two people is all.”

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Yeah, I get that. But I’m glad it’s only us, though.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I like spending time with you, Y/N.”

Your mouth went dry at his confession, staring at him with confused eyes. Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest and let him grab hold of it. “Y-You do?”

He nodded, slowly walking in front of you. Kirishima peered down at you, noticing the twiddling of your thumbs.

You could smell earthen savors of cedar and lambent notes of mandarin peel when he stood close to you. He was driving you crazy without him even knowing. Kirishima was the puppeteer, and your heart was his puppet. He continuously pulled at the strings of your heart, and you let him.

His scarlet orbs gazed into your own before quickly glancing at your lips, then back at you. Your eyes widened when he leaned closer, shakily bringing a hand to rest on your elbow. Knowing his next move, your finger dipped in the buttercream frosting as you scooped some up and placed it on his nose, shocking him in the process.

“I—”

“I am so sorry! I have no idea why I did that,” you said quickly, out of breath, but did not attempt to clean it off him.

His confused look got wiped off, a naughty one taking its place. “You wanna play like that then, huh?” He suddenly reached in the bowl, scooping a handful of the cream and smeared it across your face. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, dumbfounded. White streaks of frosting covered the area from your nose and below. You brought your hands to your nose, wiping the substance from your nostrils from blocking one of your airways.

“It’s on, Eijirou!”

Squeals and laughs resonated through the kitchen, each shout of the latter’s name bouncing off the walls. Bags upon bags of flour and baking soda was thrown across the room. The room was becoming more of a mess than it already was when you got in there.

You coughed into your elbow, waving the area from the fumes of powder that was fogging the air. “T-Too much!” You squint your eyes, hands reaching up to your head, and immediately patted it down, shaking your head to get the powder out of your hair. Trails of melted butter dribbled down your face, the baking soda sticking on like glue.

Kirishima wasn’t far behind you. His clothes and hair were dusted with white.

“Wow, you look bad,” he blurted, pointing a finger at you.

“Me?! Have you seen yourself?!” you laughed, wiping the dried crumbs off your arms. “We both look like crap, I bet.”

His thumb caressed your face as you quieted down, your orbs locking with his. “You know..” he trailed off, “you look adorable, especially like this.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

His eyes widened as choked noise left his mouth. “H-Huh?!” Oh, he so desperately wanted to kiss you.

“I said what I said,” you whispered, wrapping an arm around his neck and bringing him down to your level, your lips grazing his honeyed ones before intertwining. His arms encircled around your lower back, bringing you flush against his chest. You ran your fingers through his rubescent tufts, lightly tugging on them. His grip around you tightens. His heartbeat could be felt against your chest, your beating heart matching the rhythm of his. You felt like you were on the highest mountain in the world and could scream to anyone who had to know about your vibrant, romantic feelings for Eijirou Kirishima.

Unfortunately, oxygen was a thing. You slowly pulled away, small, balmy puffs of air fanning your face. Both of you had equally flushed cheeks and a small goofy smile on his end.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something?”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

A pinch to your side caused you to whine and shift in his arms.

“Can I take you out this weekend?”

Your face brightens as you nodded frantically. “I would love that!”

Your nose twitched as you sniffed the air, your eyebrows furrowing. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” Kirishima asked, following your eyesight that landed on the counter. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed the air again, pulling away from him. “It smells.”

“Wow, if you’re gonna talk about me like that you can do it nicely—” he murmured sarcastically before you let out an agitated cry.

“No, not that!” You huffed and scratched your head in thought. Kirishima seemed to notice your thought process as he began to think of any possible outcomes. Was it the kitchen that just started smelling? Was it the both of you covered in raw egg and baking products? Was it—

Oh no.

You gasped in unison as you grabbed Kirishima by his shoulders, shaking him violently. He seemed to be on the same page as you, placing his hands on your elbows to steady himself.

“We forgot the cupcakes!”

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bokutouch · 3 years

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Hi!!! I was wondering if I could get an eternal matchup pls??

- my names Olivia and I’m 17.

- I go by she/her pronouns and I want to be matched with a male character from Haikyuu!! please.

- My birthday is January 6th, 2004 and I’m a Capricorn Sun, Cancer Moon, and Libra Rising (my Mercury is in Sagittarius, my Venus is in Aquarius, and my Mars is in Aries if you wanted to know the rest).

- I’m 5’2, I have brownish-red hair and blue eyes.

- I spend a lot of time doing school work because I’m really driven by it and I’ve had good grades a majority of high school. When I’m not doing schoolwork I enjoy listening to music or going on a walk! I really like going on sunrise/sunset walks bc they’re always really pretty! I try to do community service in my free time because I really enjoy helping others out. I'm currently a summer camp counselor but I hope to be a lab tech one day :)

- If I were to go on a date with a partner I don't really mind what we do, but I like book dates, movie dates, and especially museum dates!! In a partner I'm looking for someone who shares the same interests as me, is kind, has a good sense of humor, and most importantly can understand and work through my emotions with me. I get really bad mood changes so if he can work with me through that I really value it. My love languages are acts of service and quality time.

- I think that one of my fatal flaws is that although I appear kind and respectful when I’m out in public, I have pretty severe anxiety, depression, and anger issues so I struggle with that a lot. I also get really defensive and stubborn when someone says something that annoys me so i kinda never stop talking lol.

- To finish off I’m an ISFP and Enneagram Type 9v1.

- I hope you have a great day! Ty if you do this! ❤

Hello olivia, thanks for coming to my brand new rocket ship!! 🚀

first of all I apologize bcs I'm not really educated about astrology,

so I'll just use your other description as best as I could okay??

I SHIP YOU WITH AKAASHI KEIJI!

"why akaashi?" you might askㅡ

first of all, some part of you reminded me of bokuto.

and some part of you definitely reminded akaashi of bokuto too. it's not a bad thing really.

Akaashi looks at you and think, "ah, she is my home."

because "home" supposed to be comfortable, because home supposed to be familiar. Being with you bring him peace. You are his home, his tranquility, his safe haven.

Most people told him, "God- you are such a boring person, Akaashi." and as the time goes by, he is starting to believe that tooㅡ but thats until you come into his life.

You're one of his classmate. And not gonna lie, at first akaashi only know you as the quiet girl who always buried her nose in books. "If I am boring, she must be a lot more boring than me." that's what he thought of you, bcs really everytime he sees you, its always you and your books. He understands the importance of having good grades, but should you really be doing that everyday?

The first time you two have a really long talk was when one day akaashi saw you still sitting inside your shared classroom, all alone bcs it's almost 6 pm and of course everybody left already. Nose buried deep in books like you always do, but this time he could hear you humming a song- it's a song that he also enjoyed listening to. He never sing in front of other people before, but for some reason he wanted to join your little secret concert at that time, so he did. He sing along to your little hummingㅡ 1 song turn into 2, turn into 3, and you still didn't notice him at all. He laughed a little because "what's so interesting in that clinical laboratory science book that she doesn't even realized I've been here for almost 10 minutes already."

He tapped your shoulder two times, and you jumped at that.

"H-hey? Um, sorry, I just.. I've been waiting here for you to finally notice me but I guess that book is really interesting, huh?" he smiled at you, feeling a little bad after seeing your reaction at his little tap tap on your shoulder.

"Oh, yes... I want to be a lab tech in the future, so um you know, just preparing." you awkwardly smiled back at him.

"Well, uh.. I know you definitely going to be an amazing lab tech one day. I saw you reading tons of books related to that job everyday in class, so... I believe your hardwork will be paid off."

"wait... that was so nice of him." you stared at akaashi who's currently fidgeting with his fingers.

"Thank you for saying that, Akaashi. That really means a lot to me. People have been telling me that my dream job is just that, a dream. Hearing you saying that someday my hardwork will be paid off really motivate me to prove them wrong. I swear I'm gonna rub it on their face once I got the job." you grins at him.

And at that, Akaashi heart beating a little bit faster than the usual. Was it your thankful speech for him? Was it your cute little grin? He doesn't really knowㅡ one thing he knows for sure though, he wants to keep talking to you. From today, tomorrow, and as long as you would let him.

"Hey, uh... it's going to get dark soon. Do you maybe want to go home together with me?"

You could see how nervous akaashi was after asking you that question, so you just nods and start fixing your books into your bag. Right before you zip up your bag, you remembered the main reason you are still in the classroom at that hour is because you were planning to see the sunset on your way back home, "Wait Akaashi, I actually want to see the sunset today..."

"Oh? I usually go home as the sun set due to my volleyball practice. The sight look really pretty if you see it from on top of the hills behind our school. Do you want to go there? I can show you the best spot."

Of course you accept his offer enthusiastically. So yes, that day is the beginning of your friends to lovers type of relationship with Akaashi.

Akaashi confessed to you first.

His friend circle are full of annoying people. They all be like,

"COME ON AKAASHI!! CONFESS YOUR UNDYING LOVE TO OLIVIA ALREADY."

"AKAASHI, DO YOU WANT TO SEE OTHER GUY SNATCH HER UP? HUH? ANSWER ME. AKAASHI!! AKAASHI!! WAIT UP!! "

"AKAASHI, WHAT IF OLIVIA DECIDED TO FALL FOR SOMEONE ELSE BECAUSE YOU ARE BEING SUCH A PUSSY AND WON'T CONFESS TO HER?"

"AKAASHI THIS" "AKAASHI THAT" "AKAASHI" "AKAASHI"

so during your usual study date day, he just decided to straight up ask you to be his girlfriend.

"W-what?" you just sat there for a whole minute because... what if things gonna feel different once you two put a real label to your not so friendly friendship? What if being friends with Akaashi is a lot more better than being his girlfriend? What if he ended up leaving you because he doesn't like the real you? There are so many ugly things that you hide from him, would he still love you the same after seeing all those imperfection? so many what if(s) going inside of your head, so little time to actually process each one of it.

"Umm, you can say no, you know...." all the messy thoughts inside your head stopped right away after hearing that.

"NO! wait, Keiji- I mean, not no to be your girlfriend, its no to me saying no to be your girlfriend." God, its hard to be in love. You can't control your heart, your brain, and now your tongue. God bless your soul, olivia.

"So.... is that a yes to be my girlfriend then?" Akaashi looks really small in that moment. He is still not sure if he can finally kiss you or not. Only being a friend to you for these past 6 months kept him from doing a lot of romantic stuff with you. Kissing you, holding your hands for no reason, hugging you any time he wants to, actually go on a study date with you instead of a childish study day. So now he really won't waste a single time if you answer his previous question with a "Yes" ;

After having a long talk about your imperfections, all your insecurities, and also tons of frustrated tears coming from your eyes, you finally say yes and there you have your new title as Akaashi Keiji's new girlfriend. He definitely got his long waited kiss from you too 🌻.

HEADCANON(s)!!

Bokuto once joined you and akaashi's museum date and he broke a statue hand after trying to handshake the statue. He grabbed the broken hand and show it to you and akaashi with teary eyes. Can't do nothing but running for your life and never comeback to that one particular museum 😭

You and Akaashi have the same love language, "Act of Service" ; So the two of you enjoy giving each other little massage here and there.

Just like you, Akaashi love being helpful for others too, so he really enjoyed the time he spent accompanying you to all your community service agendas. People that you two have been helping together ship you guys so much, especially the elderly couple. They keep saying "You two will make it until old days like us two."

After a long time dating eachother, you two decided to adopt a cute siberian husky that you named "Bobo". Akaashi rejected that name at first, because "Honestly love, I don't like how you picked a name so close to Bokuto's name. Our dog deserves better." You gasped at that, "How dare you, Keiji. This is our son! And his name is Bobo. I don't take no for an answer."

RUNNER UP(s) !!

OSAMU MIYA

SAWAMURA DAICHI

SHINSUKE KITA

alright this getting too long haha.

I hope you enjoy the results, love 🦋

#🦋eternal matchup!#angie's matchup🕊#matchup #haikyuu matchup

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thesoobfiles · 4 years

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she was a queen, ani – a. skywalker

Request: anon, one where jedi! reader is in a relationship w/ anakin but she’s insecure about herself and compares herself to padmé but anakin reassures her?

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Reader and Anakin are both Jedi Padawans; however, this doesn’t stop them from pursuing the other and this leads up to their current situation. They’re in a relationship and they love each other very much; but, the Reader can’t help but constantly feel inferior to Anakin’s extremely beautiful and intelligent friend, Senator Padmé Amidala.

A/N: I know the summary is essentially in the request, but I just thought I’d give my summary vs. the requester’s summary; whichever one explains the story better. They’re both there for the same purpose. Also, I’m so sorry this took so long but my writer’s block paired with my lack of time is not a good combo…

My first meeting with Padmé Amidala went a little something like this:

- 1 year ago -

Master Windu’s voice boomed in the small meeting room of the Jedi Council, “Padawan (L/N) and Padawan Skywalker, you’ve both been assigned to Senator Amidala.”

“Those who support the new bill, in danger they are.” Master Yoda confirms.

“Your mission starts right away.” Master Mundi added.

“You’ll find her in the hanger; she is waiting for your arrival.” Master Kenobi finishes off.

“Yes, Master.” Anakin said as he bowed before the Council, a slight smile beginning to form at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you for entrusting us with such as important task.” I bow as well before I leave the chamber with Anakin trailing behind me.

“You’re familiar with her, right?” I ask, to clear the air on the way to the hangar, “She’s the one you’ve known since you were nine?”

“Mhm.” Anakin confirms, the smile from before coming back full swing; completely oblivious to the feelings of insecurity beginning to radiate from my form.

“I see…” I reply, eyebrows furrowed in thought as we continue navigating the labyrinth that is the Jedi Temple.

I’ve never seen Senator Amidala before; only ever heard hearsay. I’ve either heard Anakin recall their memories together or happen to catch the occasional story from other Jedi. Other than that, I’m going in blind; however, if I remember correctly, Anakin mistook her for an angel upon their first meeting. She must be beautiful was my last thought before I actually saw her and wow, she is gorgeous.

During my thinking, it turned out my feet carried me all the way to our destination.

My eyes followed Anakin as he ‘casually’ walked up to what I assumed was Senator Amidala, as there were plenty of other Senators awaiting their Jedi escorts. I follow Anakin to the Senator and bow before her, as does he.

“Senator Amidala.” Anakin addresses her as he returns to a standing position.

“Padawan Skywalker.” She replies with a pearly white smile. I assume they’re trying to keep it professional for any prying eyes.

“And you must be Padawan (L/N). It’s nice to meet you.” She says, her focus and smile now on me.

“Likewise, Senator.” I respond, really taking in her features. She has flawless, fair skin and her chestnut brown hair is styled in a sophisticated up-do, adorned with a headpiece of some sort. She wears a rose tinted lipstick and light blush. Her chocolate brown eyes stare at me and my (E/C) ones stare right back. She really is beautiful, I’m screwed…

“Shall we get going, ladies?” Anakin’s voice snaps me out of our staring contest.

“Of course.” I say a little too quickly, “Senator.” I extend my arm in the direction of her ship. She smiles at me, then at Anakin as she boards the ship.

After she boards, Anakin slips his hand into mine. I look around and see everyone minding their own business. I give his hand a squeeze as we walk into our new mission, together.

That was our first meeting. In the span of a standard year, we’ve managed to meet 10 more times; getting assigned or passing by one another almost every month. I’m sure this is quite irregular for any pair of Jedi’s and a Senator.

By now, Anakin and I have been knighted.

I’ve brought up my insecurities to Anakin once before and he quickly shot them down; kissing them away. However, the more time we spend around the Senator, the more it seems to eat at my soul; the fact that this woman has been a Queen and a Senator in her life so far and she’s still so young, older than us, but still young.

“Goodbye, Padmé!” Anakin calls out to the Senator as she heads for her ship.

“Goodbye, Ani! (N/N)!” She calls out to Anakin and myself. I wave goodbye as she retreats into her ship and it leaves Coruscant for Naboo.

Anakin and I return to the Jedi Temple. We’re standing in front of my door and we casually scan our surroundings. Once we’ve determined no one is watching, I open the door and we rush inside.

Immediately, Anakin’s arms are around my figure and he buries his nose into my neck.

I giggle at the attention I’m suddenly receiving, “You’re so touch starved, Ani.” I say as I put my hands on top of his arms.

“You don’t know how hard it is to keep my hands away when we’re in the presence of others.” He says, muffled by my robes.

“I do actually.” I retort, turning to face him and whisper in his ear, “I suffer the same problem.”

“Then it must be fixed!” He sweeps me off my feet, “Ani!” I shout in surprise. He hurriedly carries me to my bed and plops me on it.

“Anakin!” I say as I swat his shoulder, “You should have let me take off my robes first! Do you know how dirty it is? Sitting on unknown ships and prancing about on the battlefield…” I trail off, beginning to take my robes off. He only chuckles at my little reprimanding rant.

“Sorry, your highness. I wasn’t aware you were afraid of a little dirt.” He replies good-naturedly as he too takes off his robes.

Your highness… Royalty… Queen… Queen Amidala…. Padmé Amidala… my mind hovers over the subject of Padmé Amidala, Senator and Anakin’s childhood friend.

I fold my robes with less energy and lie in bed, thinking about Padmé…

We’ve known each other for a year, shedding formalities and acknowledging each other either by nicknames or first name. She calls me (N/N) and I call her Padmé. I once considered ‘Addy’ but thought it was too similar to ‘Ani’, so I dropped it… She may be 5 years older than us; but she looks our age. It’s amazing how she manages to keep up appearances. I mean, she was a queen so it isn’t such a marvelous feat… She’s just so pretty. And regal, even in our presence. I suppose she wouldn’t just drop her regality when she’s with us… I don’t know what’s going on with me; whenever she’s around, I just feel so… inferior. She’s a great person and has a lovely personality, don’t get me wrong. She’s amazing in every way and I’m just-

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Anakin said authoritatively. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I completely forgot Anakin was with me. I turn to my right to see Anakin has settled in bed and has taken a hold of my hand.

He sits up and I mirror his actions. He turns towards me and grabs both of my hands. His cerulean orbs stare right into my soul. I forget, he has a knack for being able to read me like a book.

“You are amazing too.” He reassures me.

“She was a queen, Ani and I’m-“

“You’re a Jedi! Do you know how amazing you really are?” He asks with genuine curiousity.

“You wake up every day – risk your life every day – to go fight for the Republic! You command the 343rd Battalion; entire platoons of men look to you every day for guidance. Your skills with a lightsaber are nearly unmatched AND you’re one of the most beautiful Jedi to have every roamed these halls.” He exasperates while flinging his arm to the door that leads to the halls.

“Padmé is a great person and I love her.” He says and my heart drops to the pit of my stomach. “As a friend.” He continues.

“But, do you know who I love as a lover? Who I love with all my heart and who I wish to spend the rest of my life with?”

I look at him with innocent doe eyes, soaking in his words like a sponge.

“You, (Y/N). You are my best friend and the love of my life. Do you know how many times I’ve stared your way as a Padawan? Countless times. Or how happy I was whenever we got paired for a mission? I was exhilarated. It’s the joy you get when your feelings for someone are so strong, you feel like you’ll explode. You’ve always had my heart and never known it.” He finishes, or so I thought.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He says, letting go of my hands to grab both sides of my face, “With all of my heart.” The tears that have been collecting at the corners of my eyes finally begin to fall; being told you are the love of someone’s life and that they love you with all their heart makes you emotional.

His hands make quick work of wiping away the tears that cascade down my face.

Once he’s done and the waterworks stop, he says, “You are NOT inferior to Padmé and you never will be. Understand?” with emphasis on ‘not’ and looks at me. I nod my head in comprehension.

“Good.” Anakin lays back and pulls me into his side; rubbing my arm with the calloused fingers of his left hand. I steady my breathing from the crying I just did and relax into him, sliding my right arm around his back to take residence on his waist. The room is settled in a comfortable silence; the only noises being the sound of our breathing.

“I love you too, by the way.” I say in a small voice, keeping my eyes down as my thumb strokes the skin on his waist. He turns is head and looks down at me with a smile and responds with two words:

“I know…”

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pretendrocketships · 4 years

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To Be So Lonely

Part 1: Fine Line

A/N: 5.7k overload of angst. I’m so sorry. song pairings while you read.

About: Part Two of Fine Line. You’re juggling your heart, your boyfriend’s, and Shawn’s. And one ball has to drop.

Song: To Be So Lonely by Harry Styles

Two weeks ago ago. No one talked about it. No one knew. You stayed quiet, and so did he. Charlie kissed you like nothing was wrong. Brian opened your beers like nothing happened, and then there was Shawn. Shawn walked around, wrote music, and smiled politely like he never walked down into that basement in the first place. “Charlie!” you called running down the stairs in one of his long button downs. You reached up, and attempted to reach the top shelf, your efforts in vain, due to your height. “Charlie! We’re out of Nutella, and you put the peanut butter on the highest shelf!” You got on your tip-toes, causing Charlie's blue striped shirt to raise higher and higher. You felt something move behind you and saw a pale arm sneak up behind you and grab a jar of Nutella and peanut butter.

“He um, he hides the second jar.”

“Jesus, fucking hell, Shawn! You scared the shit out of me!” you said jumping and clutching your chest. He laughed a little. His lips didn’t move, but you could tell he was smiling.

“You’re such a wimp.” You shoved him.

“Shut up, you bully. He scoffed.

“Bullying you? You can’t be serious.” You smiled and shoved him. Then he smiled, an actual smile.

“Babe! It’s right on the top!” It was gone. His smile vanished as soon as it came. Charlie walked down his tight, black boxers. He came over and kissed your temple. “See babe, you got it.” You smiled and kissed him.

“No, uh. Shawn got them for me,” you said shifting your weight between your feet. No one had to say anything for it to be awkward. How could it not be, both men in front of you, wanted you. And not in the romantic movie way every producer seemed to think girls dream about, but in the real way where whatever choice you made hurt someone. Shawn nodded once and went back to his book. He had been reading a lot recently. If he put his eyes on the pages, he didn’t have to watch Charlie grab your ass. “Charlie!” you exclaimed. “Not now,” you whispered blushing. Shawn cleared his throat and closed his book.

“Gonna check on my laundry,” he said excusing himself and disappearing from view.

“Look what you did, Charlie,” you said, turning back to your food. Charlie waved his hand

“Whatever, he’s fine.” You turned from him and started abusing your poor piece of bread with a ridiculous amount of Nutella. His fingers danced up and down your waist, and he kissed your neck. “Why does he even matter? He probably just wants to finish his book or whatever.” You cocked your head to the side, accidentally allowing him easier access to your neck.

“H-have you noticed him acting weird lately?” His teeth grazed your neck. Little marks appeared up and down any available skin Charlie could find. He shrugged, paying more attention to your skin than your words.

“Maybe, might be about the girl he fucked last night,” he said nonchalantly. You sprang back.

“W-what? what? What girl did he fuck last night?” You sprung away from him, searching his eyes, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking. He looked at you strangely. You deserved that much.

“Um, not sure? Brian just said he heard a girl’s laugh coming from his room and he put on his headphones after that.” You looked down at your shoes. Charlie smirked and pushed you against the counter. “You could go ask him-” you started to move away, but he pulled you back,”later, babe. After I'm finished.” His lips danced over your skin, but all you could think about was Shawn. You knew he said to forget it, that it was only one time he needed, but you couldn’t just forget that night. How could he forget it? How did he do it? You wished you could keep that night out of your mind . He would never know you thought about it while you were watching tv or picking up groceries. Charlie kissed your neck and his hands danced over your stomach and legs. Charlie was touching you, but all you could think about was Shawn. The fantasies played over and over in your head. Was Shawn a cuddler? I mean of course he’d held you when you tried to learn to skateboard, despite your horrid balance. He’d held you in excitement when you thought you were moving up at your job. He caught you when you fell in his arms, as you were overlooked for someone who didn’t deserve that promotion half as much as you did. These memories flooded your mind, along with questions about how he would hold you when you were in love, fully and without restraints.

Fuck, maybe he forgot it. He acted like he did. He said so many things that night that you didn’t have time to process. You didn’t have enough time to even think about a response to what he said, until now. If Shawn had told you all this earlier, would you be wearing Shawn’s band shirts instead of Charlie’s button down?

”Seriously,” Brian said, shaking his head. “You guys are always at it,” he said plopping himself down at the bar.

“Why are you all in my house again?” Charlie asked annoyed that he had to pull away from you. You averted your attention to the ground, counting the tiles that lined the floor.

“You forget we’re all staying here? Staying close since (Y/N) has been away so long?” Brian reminded. “It’s like you don’t even remember half the shit you say,” Brian muttered under his breath. They both kept talking, but you couldn’t focus for the life of you.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie nudged you. “Babe?” You blinked and looked up at him.

“Yeah?” Your eyes were spaced, clearly exposing the fact that you were not there mentally.

“Brian was talking to you, babe.” Fuck you, in your head again. You turned to Brian with a small smile.

“What’d you say? Sorry.” Brian laughed.

“S’alright. What time did you go to bed last night?” Charlie grabbed you by the waist and nipped at your jaw.

“Not till late.”

“Oh god,” Brian said, cringing at what Charlie hinted at. Truth is, you hadn’t, not since the night you and Shawn shared. You could see how frustrated Charlie was getting. Finally had a break from both of your lives putting you in the same place, on the same wavelength, and the one thing he wanted didn’t want him back. The less responsive you got, the more he touched you and bragged to the boys. You moved his hands off you, signaling him to put an end to the public show. It’s as if Shawn knew you were done putting on an act. He came sauntering down the stairs and made himself at home again, quietly, nose buried in the fridge.

“Well, what I was saying was. The vibe in the house is all wrong. I don’t know exactly what it is,” he said, eyes darting to you, “But! I plan on fixing it. Family game night! Just like we used to! And attendance,” he said, looking at Shawn this time, “is mandatory.”

“Yes! Oh, yes! You’re all about to get your ass kicked,” Charlie cheered.

“Bring your worst,” Matt said. When did he even walk in? You were more lost in your thoughts than you realized. Brain was, not so secretly, looking at you and Shawn, neither of you sharing any excitement.

Game night was awkward, but you’re not really sure what you expected. “Oh come ON. That is so not fair!” Matt groaned as Charlie slapped him with another +4 card.

Between passing cards and beers, things were starting to feel like they could be okay, like you could laugh without feeling everyone’s eyes on you, silently asking which boy you were in love with. You lost. Every. Single. Game. But you being able to feel your shoulders relax around the people closest to you felt nice. It felt nice to not feel on edge for a while.

“I told you that you were going to get your ass kicked, not sure why you didn’t believe me,” Charlie said with a soft laugh, while taking a swig of his beer. He pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your temple. “See baby, you’re dating a winner.” You forced a small smile up at him and looked back down at your cards. Shawn rolled his eyes. He saw through you in a way Charlie wouldn’t even try to.

“Remember how I said uno? HA!” Brain yelled as he slammed his last card down, dancing and prancing around the table like he had just won the lotto.

“HOW THE FUCK!” Charlie roared, his eye flaring wildly around the room, searching for some sort of explanation. Brian was still gloating, not giving a damn in the world about Charlie’s temper. “He cheated! He must have cheated!” he said, arms pointing at the table, eyes locked on Brian.

“Oh, give it a rest, mate. Ya lost a friendly game of uno, you’ll live.” Brian said, annoyance seeping through his smile.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he said, swatting at Brian, finally allowing himself to laugh at his loss. “Well I’m going to cry myself to sleep. G’night everyone!” he said with a nod. He leaned down to your level to plant a kiss on your lips, a kiss sweeter than everyone needed to see. “Night, baby.” Brian raise his eyebrows at the situation and sprung up himself.

“Yeah, tired! Yawn, goodnight!” Brian said while leaving the room.

“Brian. . . you literally said yawn! You didn’t even yawn!” you fussed as suddenly you realize everyone left the room for you and Shawn to clean up. You’re not sure if it’s on purpose or not, but it would be a lie to say you weren’t slightly hoping for time alone. You need to act on it.

“I’ll wipe down. You do the dishes?” you asked sheepishly, turning to face Shawn. He nods and turns his attention from you and turns around to start the dishes.

“Sounds good.” God, was it silent. You wanted this time alone with him to talk about all that happened, but you didn’t know how to start the conversation. What's the right way to say “hey I know you told me you loved me and I didn’t say it back and like I didn’t know it then but maybe I wanna revisit that?” You wished you could come out and say it, but you're too nervous.

“So, are we going to talk, or are you going to keep staring at my ass?” You laugh, thankful that he knows you need him to break the tension, need him to be the one to make the first move.

“I feel like i keep nagging you with the same questions, but why are you avoiding me?” He laughs, like you’ve said the funniest yet stupidest thing in the world.

“Well isn't it obvious?” Not being able to read his mind was killing you.

“We ever going to talk about it? Or am I that easy for you to forget?” you tried to joke, but you both knew the words stung coming out of your mouth. He went back to vigorously washing the same dish.

“Didn't forget,” he mumbled. “Just didn't have anything to say.” You laughed, a bitterness lacing the sound.

“That night you couldn't wait to shut me up, but now you have nothing to say? Brilliant.” You were mad, with no right to be, but you needed him to ask one more time. You needed him to give you the option again. “Shawn,” you said sternly. He ignores you, and recently, it’s becoming more common. You try again, louder this time.

“I know it did.” What the fuck? He answered a question you didn’t even ask out loud. “I know what you’re thinking; you don’t have to say it.” He lowered his voice this time. “That night, it messed us up,” he shook his head. “I would have never been so selfish if I knew what it was going to do to us.” You gripped the counter, tension flowing throughout your body.

“Don’t.” you barely managed to get out through a clenched jaw. “Don’t say that.” He finally looked up from his cup to stare into your eyes. Confusion. It was written all over his face.

“What? What does that even mean, (y/n)?” His voice sounded tired and annoyed all at once. “What now? You wanna talk?” he says throwing the rag in a full sink, water and bubbles splashing everywhere. “Fine,” his long legs allow a quick stride to the table. The chair screams against the floor as he motions for you to sit. “Sit, let's talk then.” You look at him a while before sitting. He’s playing with his hands, the distraction forcing his mind to stop racing and calm down, something you've seen him do time and time again.

“Shawn,” you tried.

“It’s like you forget that I know you. Forget that I’m always checking up you, even when if you realize that or not. Like I didn’t see you deleted most of your pictures with Charlie on Facebook, like i didn’t notice you took down your relationship status.” You looked at him, mouth agape. He shot you a look that told you to not even think of interjecting him right now. “I know it doesn’t say single, but it doesn’t say in a relationship anymore either. You can’t tell me that means nothing.” He was pleading with you at this point, wishing you would give in. Silence hushed the room.

“I can’t.” He almost would have missed your whisper, if he didn't hang onto every word you said. His eyes lit up, full of the hope that only those two words could bring. His eyes are big, blown out and asking for you to let him into your mind.

“Please --” he’s begging, proper begging now. He just needs to hear it. It’s your turn to hold your hand up. You need a minute to make your heart start racing.

“ Shawn, I,” you trailed off, head tucked into your shoulder. He waited, his smile slowly faltering. He’s not far off from breaking down, right there in front of you. He rests his eyes for a minute, ready to swallow the last bit of pride he didn’t even know he had.

“You already know I love you, but I can--” He paused to think. He gets up from his chair and moves to the other side of the kitchen. You give him a second before shyly removing yourself from your chair to join him. “I can show you what love is supposed to feel like. I can show you what it looks like when someone thinks about you before they think about themselves.” Suddenly, he has you pressed against the fridge, lips trailing along your outside of your ear. “I can show you how it’s supposed to feel; how your body’s supposed to feel when the right person is pressing up on it.” His hands are sliding down your arms and instinctively you’re pushing back on him. His lips ghost your neck. “See this? This is the reaction Charlie should be fighting for, fighting for your body to react to every little thing he does. But I don’t want it.” He said, pulling away, moving to make you look into his eyes. “Unless you’re willing to give me the real thing. I deserve that. I deserve security and answers and a girl who wants me back.” He looks at you, eyes searching, and again, he’s left you at a loss for words. You’re not saying anything, and his resolve is breaking. The silence that fills the room if familiar and deafening. He’s not sure he could’ve heard you over his own racing thoughts. He sighs, sad, and turns to walk away.

“I love you alright!”

“What?” He doesn't sound happy.

“I said it. I love you.”

“Oh.” He stops. His eyebrows scrunch up like he’s trying to figure out a math equation. “Okay.”

“What the--? I just told you I love you? Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for me to say?” He spins around quickly, suddenly invading your space.

“No, this isn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear you realized it was me all along. I wanted to hear you say you were scared to jump, and that's why you were with Charlie, but you’re ready to be brave now. I wanted to hear,” this time his hands gripped yours “I wanted to hear that your body,” his hands now clutched your waist and lower back “only melts for me now. You didn't say any of that, you just said you loved me because you thought that's what I needed to hear.” He dropped all contact with you. “What I don’t need is a lie. What I needed was you.” Needed. That hurt. You felt like you were trying to grab air. You didn't know how to say what you wanted to say, so you just said it.

“I think about you! All the time. In my fucking sleep, in the shower, in every day dream,” you whimpered at the end, causing him to look at you with wild eyes. It was like he was hearing his inner thoughts be read aloud. You continued. “I, I never thought about us like that, okay? Not for real. I thought you were complimenting me bc we were friends, holding me because you had to. I didn’t think you loved me like that, ok? When you said it that night of the party, I thought it was the alcohol, but then I noticed. Fuck, I thought back and started to see it, I started to believe it.” you slumped into the dining room chair, head in your hands. Was that? Sniffling? Oh, he did not just hear crying.

“Honey,” he started while placing a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off.

“No, you did this!” he moved back, his head jerking in confusion.

“What?”

“Yes, you! If you would have just told me how you felt earlier--” His boisterous laugh cut you off

“Me? This is my fault?” he smiled as he removed your hands from your face.

“Are you really going to laugh at me while I’m trying to tell you I love you?” Yup, that did it. His heart was shot. No matter how strong, he wouldn't dream of removing cupid's arrow for the life of him. “I love the way you laugh, your stupid curls, feeling birds at the park, listening to you write songs, you always forgetting to refile the toilet paper in the bathroom, and every fucking stupid thing you’ve done since we met, okay? I. Love. You.” He was beaming, truly thought his cheeks would rip. “But,” his smile faltered. It didn't fade, but faltered. “But, I need time. To work out my thoughts, to tell Charlie, to find a new place, since we live together. I’m still saying I love you, but I do need time.” He looked down to his shoes, pondering bouts of new information.

“Time, I can give you.” his hand was cupping your damp cheek and soothing away any remaining tears. “I can let you figure things out, but this doesn’t change the fact that I deserve someone who loves me. I can’t have you rip out my heart one day and then offer to put it back together, while you’re still holding the knife.” He had always been open to sharing the love and joy you gave him, but this was your first glimpse of the pain you caused. It made you wince. He felt you recoil and moved your chair closer. “I’m not,” he paused, “I'm not saying I need an answer tomorrow, but I do need an answer. You can’t keep us both, honey. And a part of me feels like shit for making you choose, but for me, for yourself, you gotta choose.” You nodded, not thinking you’d feel so nad during what's supposed to be a fairy tale ending for the both of you. You pawed at your face and got up from the chair.

“Well I uh, I have to finish cleaning up here, so.” He rolled his eyes playfully. You missed that.

“Go up stairs. You’ve always been bad at dishes anyway.” He fake swats at you with the dish rag, and you wished you could laugh. “We’ll get through this alright? No matter what you decide, we’ll see it through.” With that, you trudged up the stairs to let your thoughts flow freely inside the confines of your room.

Two weeks. You went two weeks without talking about that night. Secrets became the staple of your relationship, the lying and silence became customary. Charlie was happy to have your attention, and Matt was too oblivious to notice. That left Brian to bounce back and forth between you two. Ever since that night, you needed the house filled. You needed a distraction. You needed people around so you could get time to just think about how to move forward, to think without Charlie’s hands all over you. Everyone having a good time should have made you feel better. It didn’t.

“You never told me what happened after game night,” Brian said, handing you a beer. You never really liked the taste, but it’s the only thing that made you talk without restrictions.

“N-nothing happened.” Hiccup. Sip. “Talked.” You felt Brian getting annoyed that no one would let him in on what was going on. You needed to get out. Yup. You knew you were fucked up, and you needed out of this conversation before you let something slip that you couldn’t take back. Brian shook his head and took his own sip.

“Something happened, so please stop lying and fucking enlighten me.” You got up and threw your empty bottle into the pile and got up.

“Thanks for the beer.” You shot him a lazy smile and slid off the chair. His arm launched for you as you lost your footing. “F-fine! I’m fine,” you said, shooting Brian another signature smile. You were over socializing, you just wanted to fall asleep to the soft lull of the party and escape in your thoughts. You started the trek up the stairs to your room, ignoring Brian’s calls for you. God, were you annoyed. These railings wouldn’t stop attacking your sides. God, these stairs seemed much longer when your head was buzzing. You stumbled before you could reach the last step. Arms caught you before you could reach the ground. “W-what the fuck?” you slurred.

“Shh, s'alright.” Familiar arms went to reach around your waist and pulled you to your feet.

“W-what?” you mumbled, too intoxicated to understand anything that was going on. You felt yourself flying, no, getting carried from the hallway and into a dark room, dimly lit by tiny lights adorning the walls.

“I’ve got you, just-“ he sighed and sat you on the bed. You blinked, over and over, to try and identify the blurry face in front of you. His finger ghosted over your face. He sighed, shaking his head. You felt something tugging at the bottom of your shirt. The hands pulled your shirt off and quickly slipped on another shirt. You didn’t feel eyes on your skin, and that’s because he wasn’t looking.vIt’s been weeks, and he didn’t even look. He started slipping off your shorts, and you played with the bottom of the black t-shirt. He turned to the dresser to fold your clothes.

“Billie Eilish,” you mumbled, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric between your fingers.

“Yeah, she’s your favorite, right? Am I wrong? Did it change?” He asked as if he didn’t know. He asked as if you both didn’t know that you talked about Billie to him for hours in bed with him some nights. Well, before.

“You don’t like her,” you pointed out, still staring at the black fabric. He rested himself against the dresser, staring at you in the mirror.

“You know I bought it for you.” Listening to him made you sober up, a little. You smiled and closed your eyes. He smiled too, just for a second. He walked over to you, pulled the covers down and slid your legs under them. “Time to sleep, (Y/N).” You nodded drowsily and moved completely under the covers. He pulled the covers up to your chin, and you pulled them down. He sighed, but you could have sworn you saw a little smile. You closed your eyes, and your head rolled to the side. You felt a pair of warm lips touch your forehead.You smiled and imagined he did too. Your chest rose and fell seven times before you felt yourself being pulled into a block of warmth.

Morning. Fuck. Your head burned, and the light stung. Your mind was fucked from the liquor. You were alone, no one around to ask just how big your bottle pile was last night. Was someone actually in your room last night? Or did you dream that up too? You dreamt you won the lotto. That for sure was a dream, but you weren’t sure the boy was. If you squeezed your eyes shut, and kept them closed for long enough, you could still feel the warmth wrapped around your body. Your hands made their way to the black, soft fabric of the borrowed t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. You heard a buzz. You were sure your head just buzzed. You threw your hand out and swatted around until you found the brown bedside table. You yanked the drawer open, and your hand felt around, looking for anything to stop the room from vibrating. You searched to shut the phone off, but instead you found a tiny polaroid. You squinted your eyes open to inspect. A smile crept across your face, as your fingers ghosted over the picture. His arm was thrown around your shoulder and you were smiling a true smile, from ear to ear. Shawn looked so young; you did too. Maybe because things were uncomplicated back then, no sneaking around or secrets: just plain old friends. You closed your eyes, the picture folded up in the palm of your hand, and rolled onto his side of the bed, inhaling his scent and pretending he was there. The buzzing turned into background noise, lulling you back to your dreams.

You woke up again, groggy and still alone. You knew you couldn’t hide from reality any longer, but that didn’t mean facing the truth was any easier. What if. The two words dancing around your mind endlessly, running you in circles. No matter what you did, you felt like you lost. If you chose to stick with Charlie, you don’t have a best friend. Shawn could spew whatever bullshit to everyone else, but not to you. You weren’t the same. You don’t have your best friend, and that was just the truth. You thought Charlie was it; he’s what you can get and it’s not so bad, so you stick with it. Was that wrong? Was it wrong to be afraid to jump into something you didn’t know, without the security of it working out? Charlie wasn’t a bad boyfriend. Charlie wasn’t a villain Shawn was saving you from. Charlie wasn’t bad, he just wasn’t Shawn. If you pick Shawn, you ruin the group dynamic. ‘As if it isn’t already ruined’ you rebut in your head. If you pick Shawn you could have a heart-shattering love that could end a number of unforeseeable ways. Your mind and your mind have never been on further sides. Thinking about it didn’t make it any easier, so you decided to stop thinking about it.

Downstairs. You were downstairs now. As soon as your foot left the last stair of the staircase, you wished you would have slept longer. Your dreams were a safe space to workout your feelings, without exposing your inner thoughts to anyone. The memories soothed any troubles you had floating around in your head. Charlie’s lips were on your neck instantly, and the memories got fuzzy.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he muttered into your neck, eyes closed and hands instantly tangled in your hair, attempting to pull closer

You could see Shawn watching you from the bar. He raised an eyebrow and continued stirring his tea, that weird lemon ginger shit for his throat, no doubt. You closed your eyes and tried to think of what it would be like if Charlie and Shawn switched places, just for a second. Charlie’s teeth were attempting to leave purple marks on your skin. His teeth sunk into the fantasy, ripping it from your mind. Shawn’s eyes dropped to his tea, his finger catching any tea that laid cold on the rim of the cup. Every mark reminded Shawn of who you were. Not his. Every second you lay in Shawn’s arm showed him what you chose.

“Charlie,” you said quietly, pushing him away.

“Babe,” he laughed as his tongue darted out and left a slimy trail down your neck.

”Charlie.” You said it louder than you wanted to, louder than you expected. Even Shawn stopped stirring to look up at you.

“Fucking fine,” he kept grumbling, but you stopped listening after Shawn looked up at you. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked without moving his lips. Charlie stormed away, so it was just you and him. You nodded and stared at him. He made no move to pry and ask how you were feeling. You wish he had. After confirming he was making no move towards you, you began your trek upstairs. Left. Right. Up the stairs until you landed in front of the room. Shawn was right behind you.

“Hey.” You turned and looked up at him with wide eyes, his voice bringing you out of your thoughts.

“What?-“

“Hey. Uh,” he stuttered, visibly uncomfortable. “I just said hey.” You nodded.

“Yeah, sorry, hi.” You looked away at the ceiling, down the stairs, at the wall, anything to escape his gaze. You forced yourself to look back up at him, into his eyes. In his eyes, you could see him pinning you against the wall. You could almost feel his breath on your neck. You could feel his grabby hands at your waist. You could imagine his warmth. Snap back to reality, Shawn was inches from your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“You okay?” You closed your eyes, one small touch bringing back every memory of that night. Your eyes locked. Your stomach felt weird, and your heart was beating too fast.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered, not breaking eye contact.

“Okay,” he said and started to pull away, but before the warmth of his hand left your cheek, you grabbed his bicep. Shit. It got bigger. “(Y/N) ...” he said, staring at your hand on him. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You let him pull you into his arms. You sniffed, the musky cologne and pizza grease filling your nostrils.

“Shawn, when’s the last time you changed your shirt?” He laughed. A real one. It vibrated through his whole chest.

“Dunno, few days or so.” You laughed, a real one too. You cringed and moved away from him.

“Ew, Shawn, that’s gross!” He laughed and pulled you close to him. “Shawn, stop!” You squealed. He just kept squeezing you closer and closer, until you could feel his heart beat right next to yours. “Shawn! Shawn! Can’t breathe!” He laughed softly. The laughter died down, but a genuine happiness emanated around you. He stared at you a while, eyes soft and kind, asking permission before he closed his eyes and rested his nose on yours. He took a deep breath, and even though your eyes were closed, you thought you could feel him smiling.

“Hi, (Y/N).” That’s all he said, but it felt like it was something he had been holding back for a while. Your nose rubs against his.

“Hey, Shawn.” You stood there, legs aching but unable to remove yourself from Shawn, the old Shawn you fell in love with. You grabbed his hand. You didn’t feel a spark, or anything everyone talked about, it just felt familiar. You couldn’t explain what familiar felt like, or that a feeling like that even existed, but Shawn never seemed to fit into anything you knew. When you pulled him closer, you touched his hand, you felt Charlie. You felt the pain he would feel if you allowed yourself to melt into Shawn.You stood there, not knowing what to do and not saying anything. A few more seconds, then you would pull away. A few more seconds had passed. And then a few more. Your hand was on Shawn’s again, or maybe it never left? Your hand pulled on his, leading both of you to his bedroom. You pulled on his arm, but his body never moved. You pulled a little harder. You only needed a few minutes. A few minutes to feel the way his body curled around yours. His feet shuffled, in that awkward way they usually did. “Shawn, c’mon,” you said whining softly. You didn’t want a fight, and quite frankly, you weren’t expecting one. He moved closer to you, bringing you nose and nose once again.

“Can’t,” he whispered. Your eyes flew open and watched him slowly move to leave a lingering kiss on your temple. He didn’t open his eyes until he was completely turned around. You watched him walk to his room and close the door, you on the other side of it.

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Crossroad Demon

Summary: After a hunt goes wrong. You make a deal to bring back Sam, but to hold up your end of the deal, you have to become the one thing you hate the most. Will Dean and Sam be able to save you?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language,

Pairings: Eventual Dean x Female reader, Sam x Female reader (Platonic)

Word count: 2252

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A/N: Just pre-warning. This is my first ever fanfic. I’m new to Tumblr and all this. So you’ll either love it or you won’t. Just go easy on me. But feedback would be appreciated as I have no idea if anyone will like this.

A/N 2: Also, this was inspired by something I read on Wattpad but they never finished it. And my head kind of exploded with different ideas. So we will se how this goes. This is set after Season 10

Part 1 - All Your Fault

Oh god! Seriously! You thought as you emerged behind them in the treeline just where the crossroads meet. The Winchesters.

You were once family to them before everything went to shit. A hunt gone wrong. You were supposed to cover Sam when you entered the nest of vamps, and you were until you got side-tracked with being jumped on by more vamps, that none of you had predicted to be there.

While you were busy fending off the other vampires, Sam had gotten attacked by a group of them as well. Dean was trying to rush to you and his brother, but the vamps surrounding him stopped him from helping the two of you.

You had just taken out the last of the vamps that had attacked you, cutting their heads off with a mean swing of the machete, before turning around to see Dean running towards Sam’s falling body, shouting his name. His vamps now on the floor, headless as Dean skidded to the floor to grab at Sam’s body, pulling him into his lap.

Sam, now choking on his own blood, whispered something into Dean’s ear. Not being able to hear what was being said, you fought off the last of the vampires that had attacked Sam.

As soon as the last of the vamps had been dealt with, you joined Dean as quickly as you could, skidding to the floor next to Sam’s body. Dean crying out to his brother, begging him to wake up as Sam laid still, no longer breathing.

You blamed yourself for this. You were supposed to be watching him and now Sam was gone. Killed by vampires. And Dean… well you knew that Dean blamed you too, even if he didn’t come right out and say it to you. The feeling of guilt hitting you hard.

Tears streamed down your face as you looked at the still face in front of you. Nausea passing through you as you believe that Sam is gone forever. He had been a brother to you. One of your best friends. The person you would talk to about anything, the secrets that you both would talk about between each other. All of that now seemed to fade into nothing.

You had looked towards Dean, who was gripping tight onto his baby brothers body. The tears were streaming down his face as well, as he lost the ability to speak after shouting for his brother to wake up.

Dean slowly met your eyes, in an understanding that you should all get back to the bunker. Bring Sam’s body to his home. Where a proper hunter’s funeral could be given, surrounded by the people he loved.

After finally getting Sam’s body in the backseat of the Impala, you slowly made your way to the passenger seat. It had felt strange at the time to be sitting there. Normally Sam would take that seat and you would sit in the back, singing along to Dean’s music.

But now, there was silence. Dreadful silence. It felt awkward, the guilt eating you up inside. Dean didn’t say anything on the trip back to the bunker. But neither did you. What could you have said? All you did was get your best friend killed. What you couldn’t understand was, why didn’t Dean say something? Why didn’t he shout at you, fight you or something?

The silence was killing you. You didn’t know what was going through Dean’s mind right now. And to be honest that was the worst, the silence cutting through you like a knife.

The long drive back to Kansas was intolerable. When the bunker finally came into view, you should have felt relief, but with Sam in the backseat – dead – you just felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Parking in the garage, both you and Dean sat there for what felt like forever. The two of you just didn’t know how to move. Until Dean finally sighed. It’s probably the first thing he has done since getting in the car. While you still sat in the car, Dean slowly opened the door before heading to the backseat.

You eventually got out to join him, helping him get Sam out, before carrying Sam’s body to his bedroom. Sam was getting heavier by the minute, but when you finally reached the Sam’s bedroom, you and Dean carefully laid his body on the bed.

Staring at Sam, you didn’t know what to do or what to say. You just froze. While you were frozen, Dean left the room quickly, heading back towards the library. Probably to grab a bottle of whiskey. But you couldn’t stop staring at Sam. The guilt that was etching away at you, it was just unbearable.

“I’m so sorry Sam. This is my fault. But I will find a way to fix it. I promise. Even if it is the last thing I do.” Tears were streaming down your face again. You didn’t think you would still be able to cry after the amount you did back at the nest. Stroking Sam’s hair, flattening it down before giving him a kiss on the forehead. You silently move out of the room before heading to the library, where you expect to find Dean.

Finally, reaching the library, Dean is just scarily standing there. Half a bottle of whiskey on the table. Hands on the table as he leans over it. His back to you.

You didn’t know if you should say something. Neither of you had spoken since Sam died. You didn’t know if he was angry with you, or if the grief had a hold on him too much. But whatever it was you knew it was going to explode soon.

Slowly making your way to the table, you stop abruptly. The bottle that was on the table goes flying into a wall, smashing to pieces on impact. The chairs go flying as well as Dean unleashes all of his anger and grief in anything within his reach.

All you could do was stare at Dean, as he lost it. After finally throwing everything in sight. Dean runs his hands through his hair in frustration.

Finally, you speak up, “Dean?” pausing with intensity, not knowing if this was the wrong decision to speak.

“Not now Y/N.” Dean's voice speaks harshly. You couldn’t tell if the harshness was directed at you or Sam’s body.

“What do we do now?” You said quietly, fearing his reaction. But you had to know his next course of action.

Sighing, Dean turns to you. He couldn’t help but glare at you, as you knew it was your fault. “Y/N, I said not now. We’re not doing anything.”

“We should do something.”

“LIKE WHAT!” You jump back in surprise, you saw it coming, but it still hit you like a train. The anger that rolled out of him pained you deeply. “WHAT COULD WE POSSIBLY DO RIGHT NOW? MY BROTHER IS DEAD.”

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, staring at your feet like a kicked puppy.

“You know what Y/N, this is your fault. You were supposed to have his back. What happened?” Dean scarily says to you, staring intently into your soul.

“I-I don’t know Dean. I didn’t expect there to be so many of them. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He chuckles, “My brother is dead, and all you can say is you’re sorry. Wow.”

“What do you want me to say Dean?” You start getting angry, nothing you could say would change anything.

“Nothing Y/N. All you do all the time is mess everything up.” What he said hit you so hard into your soul, you expected him to be angry, but to actually say these things. That was worse. You didn’t expect him to hate you.

“What can I do to fix this Dean? I know this is my fault and I will forever know that. But how can I change this?”

“Just stop Y/N! This is your fault.” He pauses a moment briefly before sighing, looking down at his feet before looking at you. “Leave.”

“W-w-what?”

“I said leave. Pack your stuff and go.”

“Dean, please. Don’t do this. You’re family.”

“Stop it! I said leave.” Dean stares intensely at you, your legs wobble a bit as emotions run high. You finally turn your back to Dean, heading for your room, tears flowing down your cheek.

Once you finally reach your room, you slam the door shut behind you, before sliding down it. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sam was dead. Dean had turned his back on you. Everything had gone to shit.

After a while, you eventually got up grabbing your duffle bag before plonking it on the bed. Grabbing everything from your room stuffing it into the bag, you look to the bedside table. There were two pictures lying there.

One was of you and Dean laughing wildly at each other while sitting on the Impala.

The other was the three of you. Sam, Dean and you smiling, sitting next to each other at the kitchen table. Cas had taken the picture. You cherished these pictures so much. You would have taken them with you, but the pain of losing both of the Winchester brother’s literally and figuratively made you leave the pictures on the bed.

Grabbing your duffle bag, you slip on your jacket, then leave the room. Briefly stopping at Sam’s door one last time. You open the door, quietly saying goodbye to him. Closing his door, you head to the War Room.

Dean was no longer in the library. You assumed he had gone to his room or basically anywhere else in the Bunker.

Heading up the steps, you take a deep breath, giving the place a look over from the top of the steps before leaving. You didn’t know where you would go, but all you could do was walk to the nearest town.

It took a while to walk there, but when you finally did you booked yourself a night at the skeevy motel. Sitting on the bed, all you could do was cry silently. You lost everyone you loved.

Eventually you fell asleep on the motel bed, still in the same clothes, crying yourself to sleep.

By morning, it was early, 5.10am, you woke up feeling worse. You had to do something to fix everything. Then it came to you like a lightbulb pinging above your head. A deal with a demon. It was the worst idea you had ever come up with. But you would give anything to get Sam back to his brother. Especially when everything was your fault.

Grabbing your stuff, you look around the car park, seeing an old car. After breaking into the car and hotwiring it, you head out of town to find the nearest crossroads, after grabbing everything you needed to do the spell.

When you arrived at the crossroad, you placed the box into the middle of the ground where each of the roads met. Saying the incantation to bring a demon to you.

At first, you didn’t believe it worked, until you heard a voice.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Turning around to see a red-eyed bitch behind you, you glare at him instantly.

“I want to make a deal.” Plainly stated, you cross your arms expectantly.

“Well, doesn’t everyone.” He smirks at you, not realising who you are. “What do you want?”

“Bring Sam Winchester back.”

“Wow. I see now who you are. I didn’t recognise you at first. But now this all makes sense Y/N Y/L/N. I’d say it was a pleasure to meet you, but well you’re you.”

“Bring. Sam. Back. Now.” You said slowly, gritting your teeth together.

“Now, Now. Give me a second to breathe this in. The great Y/N has come to make a deal.” You glare intently at him, hoping that your glare would kill him.

“My soul for Sam. Make the deal.”

“I’ll bring back Sam. But I have something better in mind for you.”

“What?”

“You, my dear, will become like me.”

“Wait, you want me to become a demon.”

“Not just any demon, a crossroads demon. My boss will love this.” He said smirking at you with delight. Enjoying every moment.

You stood there for what felt like forever, staring at your feet as you took the information in. Finally looking up at him, “Deal.” You seal the deal with a kiss.

Everything around you disappears, as you suddenly appear in front of Crowley.

“Hello, darling. Welcome to the club.” His Scottish accent immediately annoying you. You felt different. Your human self-gone. Replaced with the demon version.

“So, I’m a demon now.” Flashing your new demon eyes.

“Not just any demon, darling. You will do good work for me as a crossroads demon.” Smirking at you.

That was six months ago. You had brought Sam back to life, become a demon. Made deals. You even helped out on the deals, settling the scores of what the victims wanted. You also went down to Hell a couple of times, torturing people on the racks.

Over the six months, you felt like you were changing. Changing into a monster. The monster you would have hated to have become back when you were human. But now you felt like you had no emotions. Nothing was holding you back.

But with Sam and Dean standing in front of you, you didn’t know what to expect. The boys looked worried as they turned to each other. But they hadn’t seen you yet.

“Hello, boys.”

→ Part 2

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Patience Is A Virtue | Cho Seungyoun

Request:

can u write about seungyoun having a girlfriend that’s two years younger than him? and she wants to lose her virginity to him? yet he doesn’t believe her that she’s ready,, so she teases him by flirting with another member and he gets jealous? maybe has an idea why she’s doing it? maybe teases her back then they do it idkshjxjsn

↬ Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut, slight fluff

↬ Warnings: explicit language, jealousy play, oral sex, fingering, orgasm denial, thigh riding, protected sex

↬ Word Count: 3.1k

“Okay but explain to me why we can’t do it, just explain it once more.”

Seungyoun sighed, flipping the page of the book between his hands as he ignored you. He had explained it a thousand times and you would always ask again and insisted, you had even tried to pull a ‘you don’t think I’m pretty enough’ on him but he saw through all and each of your moves. Almost every guy would love it if their girlfriend came up to them and said ‘hi, take my virginity already, please’ but no, your boyfriend had to be part from that 1% that was all sensitive about it, treating you like a baby because of an age difference of two years.

“I don’t feel like you are ready, it’s not that much of a big deal.” The way he didn’t even look at you in the eye when saying it annoyed you so much more. You walked up to him and sat down on his lap, putting his book aside and instead holding his face between your hands.

“I am ready, just because I’m younger than you it doesn’t mean I’m a dummie, you know.” His lips were on you, he turned you around and now you were on the sofa with him on the top, his stare changing as a smirk spread on his face.

“You have the most scared expression on right now, see? You are not ready.” He laughed as he got up, you staying frozen on the spot.

“That. Was. Not. Fair. You surprised me! I wasn’t scared!”

“Yeah, yeah, just get ready for Hangyul’s party, we have to get going in half an hour.” You just laid there for a few minutes, trying to calm your wild heart.

As you got ready, you kept thinking about it. He saw you as if you were a small kitten he had to take care of and protect from everyone, included himself, which was cute and beneficial sometimes, but you were sure about being with him and wanting him to be the first one. You loved him, he loved you, you were both sincere, had met each other since years ago, been dating for half a year and you were both in your twenties.

You finished preparing yourself, Seungyoun looking at you and immediately smiling, holding your hand. Even if he was the sweetest and you knew he had no intentions of hurting you, it just brought you down and made you feel slightly insecure sometimes. He noticed how tense you were and the guilt started crawling his system. He felt rather honored that you were choosing him to be your first, but he had many friends who would talk about how much they regretted their first time and didn’t want you to be one of those, he just didn’t feel like you were ready yet, which didn’t mean that you two would never get it done.

The drive was silent, few words exchanged and he was getting frustrated but it was better that way. Otherwise, you two would start fighting and it wasn’t fair, not for you and not for Hangyul, it was his birthday party after all. As you got to the dorms, the awkwardness started to go away, both focusing on putting their best face for the sake of the others. The music was blasting in the basement, everyone having a good time, the elders were already drinking whilst the younger were simply chatting in a corner.

“You are finally here!” Hangyul walked up to receive Seungyoun and you, hugging both tightly. “And looking gorgeous, too.” You could practically smell the alcohol in his breath but still smiled at him.

“You are looking pretty good as well, have you been exercising?” Seungyoun laughed at your terrible pick-up line but ignored it and engaged in conversation with the rest of the members.

“Yeah, I can show you if you want.” Hangyul smirked and now you laughed, the expression seeming unnatural in his face. “Lets go and dance a bit, you coming, Seungyoun?”

“I have to talk about something with Seungwoo first, you two get ahead.”

Maybe this was a chance. You would never do something like this under normal circumstances, but testing how far your boyfriend’s limits went was tempting you. As Hangyul dragged you to the center of the dance floor, your body got closer to his and he didn’t back up, following your movements. Seungyoun kept talking with the eldest in the room, who was looking at you with surprised eyes, but the ones that you really cared about weren’t even looking your way.

“But, do you want to have sex with her?” Seungwoo asked, raising an eyebrow at the proximity between you and Hangyul.

“Of course I want. I have needs,I know she does too and I have thinking in giving the next step now but I’m just... Not sure, I don’t want her to regret afterwards.” He would never show you the small panic on his voice when talking, but in front of his hyung there was no barriers.

“I don’t think she will regret. I have seen the way she stares at you, she fell pretty damn hard in love, and since you are taking so many precautions, I would say you too.” He reflected on it, Seungwoo was right. It was annoying that he needed reassurance from someone else on something that involved just the two of you, but his perspective made him feel better about the situation. “But I would say you hurry up or she is going to be snatched from you real quick.”

Hands on your swaying hips, a mouth dangerously close to your neck, your eyes fixed on the ones that were finally on you.

“She is just trying to make me jealous, not the best strategy–” Seungyoun choked on his words as Hangyul suddenly turned you around, both of your bodies now completely touching, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, but you weren’t pulling away, and that switched something inside of him. Of course, he was well aware of your intentions, but seeing someone else touch you like that was going a little too far, what were you even doing?

“I will go and protect the kids, I think you both should talk some other place.” Seungwoo’s tone was almost reprimanding as he walked towards the sofa and distracted the youngsters, his hand grabbing Minhee’s curious head and softly making him look another way, the action followed by a bunch of giggles.

Seungyoun simply stared at you intensely, waiting for you to stop, and to be honest, you had kind of forgotten about your original plan and just focused on the way the body in front of you moved, the sensuality captivating you. At least until you felt a strong grip on your wrist and a gritted whisper on your ear: follow me. He didn’t wait for a response, dragging you to the shared room on the upper floor before locking the door and turning to see you, a mix of anger and lust in his stare.

“S-Seungyoun, I–”

“Don’t say anything. Lay down.” His tone was colder, your heart clenching, but you did as he said. “All you had to do was simply wait, was that so hard?” You were at a loss of words, did you really make him so mad? He wasn’t the type to get overly jealous but maybe you did pushed it too far this time.

“I am sorry.” There was nothing else you could look at except the floor, the whole situation making you feel embarrassed.

“What is the point in being nice and considerate if you are going to just make me aside at the first opportunity you get?” He got closer and grabbed your chin gently, making you look at him. “Answer me.”

“I wasn’t going to d-do anything...” Stuttering was inevitable when those sly eyes of his stared deep into your soul.

“Oh, really? You were already doing plenty back there.” His fingers slowly grazed over your skin, playing with the strap resting on your left shoulder before pulling it down, and doing the same with the other one. “Maybe I just need to give you a lesson.”

Shivers crawled up your skin, the temperature in your blood going from cold to hot and hot to cold, the beating of your heart being extremely audible, which made him smile. His hands caressed the back of your thighs, your legs spreading open to give him access, his eyebrow raising made your cheeks burn.

“W-What kind of lesson?” Anxiety and excitation mixed in your insides, his touch becoming rough in the split of a second as he hovered over you, your back hitting the mattress in an inaudible sound.

“Patience is a virtue.”

His hips ground roughly on you, his hardness against your core making you flinch all of a sudden. The unexpected and new feeling had you crumbling in front of him, shades of shame and shyness dancing on your expressions as he kissed your neck, his lips sucking on the skin drawing moans out of yours.

“Seungyoun, please...”

“No. You can’t ask for nothing tonight. I already rushed this, now you will respect the timing for each...” His fingers slid between your legs, “one...” circled around your underwear, “of...” cupped your center, “my...” and pulled away, “actions.”

You whined out, the short contact feeling too good to be true. He had already made you wait enough, what did he mean with “rushed this”? He evidently has no idea of how long have you been waiting for him but now he was going to torture even more? Selfish...

His laugh brought you back to reality only to make you want go back and hide in your thoughts at noticing him looking at your underwear, the cute design standing out and breaking the atmosphere that had built. You covered your face, a muffled excuse coming out between your hands.

“I wasn’t expecting that this would happen...”

Fingers running along your slit interrupted you again, Seungyoun humming at your wetness making a damp spot in the fabric. He took off your shows and then proceeded to remove your panties, his mouth watering at the view of your legs completely spread for him, the spot between them provoking him to throw his lesson away. As you felt the silence and no contact, you glanced between your fingers, the sinful way your boyfriend licked his lips while his eyes were fixed on your entrance making you tighten up, which he seemed to notice because soon he looked up, smiled and leaned in, not breaking the eye contact as he licked a stripe. He ate you out slowly, his tongue darting out and faintly giving you what you wanted before stopping, his lips closing around your clit only to let go sooner than later, his touch not lingering more than a few seconds.

“You taste so wonderfully...” You felt something stretching out your hole and breathed heavily. “Can you take another, baby?” You nodded and the slight burning followed, your whole body going tense until he kissed your thigh signaling you could relax. Seungyoun worked his fingers slowly, gently making sure you were ready for him, his focus on the task causing him to forget that you were about to cum any minute now and pulled them out quickly, making you scream in frustration.

“Why?!” He chuckled, sucking his fingers before unzipping his pants, your voice getting caught in your throat. Was he really going to..?

“No, I won’t fuck you. Yet.” The way you flinched at the explicit mention made him laugh as he kept undressing until he only had his underwear on. “I want to be comfortable to torture you more.”

His words sounded like a promise and a threat at the same time, making you feel annoyed and aroused. You saw a small package glistening in his hand, and you instinctively closed your legs. He chuckled again, making you realize what you did, and opened them again. His erection twitched under the light fabric and your mouth got dry before putting into words one of your many fantasies.

“Can’t I... Suck you off?” When e gulped, you stood up and went to him, your hands feeling up his chest, down his stomach and just when you were about to reach the zone he had never let you see, his lips took you by surprise and his arms picked you up, he sat on the bed with you on his lap.

“You can’t, not now. But if you are so needy, show me. Ride my thigh.”

You blinked a few times at his request. R-Ride his thigh?

“But... I want to–” His fingers gripped your hair softly before tugging it, slowly but still making your scalp tingle.

“Don’t you remember this is a lesson? Obey.”

Did you even have any other choice? You couldn’t help but to blush furiously as he took the initiative, his hands on each side of your waist, pressing you down on him, pushing you back and forward, your wetness painting his skin and the friction making you moan, oversensitiveness taking over you. His fingers pulled your dress and took it off, your breasts at his mercy and he proceeded to tease your nipples over the fine cloth covering them. Your juices dripped onto his thigh, small pleas dissipating in the air whilst he whispered you to open your eyes and look at him: his lips parted, sucking one of your now exposed breasts as his hand stroked his cock lazily, the view bringing your movements to a halt. You weren’t sure at what moment he had managed to pull out his member while still making you feel him everywhere and you didn’t really care. His pre-cum was leaking from his tip down his shaft only to be spread by his fingers.

“I can’t... I really need you now, please, I promise I will never insist again but now I just want you.” He turned around and reached for the condom he had left on the bed, quickly opening it and wrapping it around his member, then picked you up and held you in place before looking up to you.

“Are you completely, absolutely sure that–!” Now you were the one to cut him off, clinging onto his shoulders as you positioned above him and slowly let him fill you, stopping whenever the pain was too much and proceeding when you got used to it, until he was completely inside of you. “You really have to work on your patience.”

“Maybe, but not tonight.” You hid your face in the crook of his neck and he caressed your back, his arms holding you close.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but... I need a moment to get used to it.”

He nodded at your words and simply waited, enjoying the warmth and the closeness, the fact that he could have been with you like this since long ago seeming funny now. All the time he tried to wait, pushing you away, making you feel bad... All that wasn’t important at all now. He finally understood. It wasn’t about the time or the regret, it was about you two just sharing one more moment together and nothing was going to change that. The way your breathing tried to get steady, your nails softly digging into his skin, your small whimpers whenever he touched a certain spot, discovering new expressions, everything felt slightly surreal for him, and when he stared at you in the eyes, he could sense that it was the same for you.

“I don’t think I can hold back anymore.” The muttering was barely audible, his voice close to crack at any time. You caressed his hair, a pleased smile on your face.

“Then don’t.”

That’s all it took for him to switch your positions, him being at the top and starting to buck his hips into you, each time letting out tiny grunts that sent shivers down your spine. You loved him so much: his back muscles tensed, relaxing when you ran your fingers over them, the sweat covering his chest, his hair sticking out in every direction, the adoration he looked at you with, his fingers holding yours, his lips kissing you sweetly. Each touch was measured, as if he had thought about this moment since forever and planned every detail, every action.

You could feel the knot in your stomach starting to form and as soon as you told him, he changed the position, leaning back and slightly raising your legs, all of a sudden hitting much deeper than before and you tightening deliciously around his cock. His hand came down to rub your clit, the denial you had gone through before unleashing all at once, and after a few more thrusts, he spilled into the condom. He stood like that for a few minutes, trying to regain some composure before pulling out, tying the preservative and throwing it in the bin next to the desk.

He came back, quickly cuddling next to you and covering both of your bodies with the bed sheets, way too tired to really care about hygiene right now. His hands were playing with your hair and his expression finally showed relief, as if he had taken a big weight out of him.

“Was it good? Do you feel alright? Is there anything you need? If it hurts, I can do everything for you, just ask.” You laughed at the ceaseless string of questions that followed his gentle actions.

“I am fine, and the pain will cease soon.”

“You are way too calmed for everything that just happened.”

“That’s because I trust you, silly. I already knew everything was going to be alright.”

Seungyoun’s heart swelled up, growing three sizes, his smile unable to hide the amount of happiness that the simple and very obvious statement brought to him. All the pieces seemed to fit now and he felt so complete, so relaxed that everything went alright. Why did he even worry, for starters?

“I trust you too, and I love you.”

Just as you were about to reply, an angry knocking surprised you both. The next half an hour, you two got reprimanded by a very parent-like Seungwoo whilst the younger ones died laughing in the back. Seungyoun looked at you, his posture asking for forgiveness at the same time as he mocked the older one, who proceeded to stare at him for a good ten seconds before breathing in and calming down. Indeed, when it came to Seungyoun, patience wasn’t just a virtue, but rather a must to not strangle him on the spot.

I almost changed the ending to Seungyoun leading the reader as if they were to do it and then being like ‘lolz, no, patience is a virtue baby’. Glad I read the fucking request again, jeez, I could have fucked up. Also, don’t be like y/n and always go to pee after sex!

I didn’t know how to end it so yes, that is wack.

~Nani

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