#while i procrastinate doing the longer replies

[hoshigray]

Alright, y'all, here's the plan: you're not quite aware of what Toji does for work, yet you keep quiet. But one night, the man comes home bleeding, and you can't keep your worries to yourself anymore. However, for your protection, Toji isn't ready to reveal his assassin business to you. And, in the heat of the moment, ends up saying something that hurts you instead...

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn) This prompt was picked from a poll to celebrate the 300+ followers milestone (pssst tysm for 450+ you lovelies :D) two weeks back. Truthfully, I don't think this is my best work after proofreading, but I did my best. Probably bc 1) it's longer than I intended, and 2) I procrastinated waaaaay too much with this. I don't even think I made sense halfway through, lol, but fuck it, we ball. Anyways, like last time, there is art drawn by me (@hoshigaby) but it'll be found deep in the fic :33

I hope you enjoy the ride and reblogs + replies are much appreciated!! Also, don't be alarmed that Y/n in the drawing looks of a dark complexion, feel free to use your imagination if it doesn't suit you. But do not edit it; be an adult and ignore it if it's not your taste.

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - arguing/yelling - fingering (fem! receiving) - mating press - Daddy kink - first Toji is sour, then he's sweet bc he's whipped for you :) - clitoral play (pressing down and a pinch) - praise - breast fondling + nipple play - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', honey, kid, mama/ma, princess, sweetheart/sweetie) - Megumi mean-mugging his father while Tsumiki and Shiu Kong tell him to do better lol - mentions of blood and stab wound; isn't fully healed so reopens.

Wc: 5.8k

"Uhh, are you sleeping on the couch?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"...Why??"

You scrunch your brow at your phone, looking at the two people you're talking to through the screen. "I know you're not about to get on my case over where I'm sleeping."

On the L-shaped couch lay you, cuddled up with a fluffy blanket and memory foam pillow, one hand holding your phone while another wrapped around a stuffed plushy. You were on a video call with your best friends: Utahime and Mei Mei.

Utahime, lying on her bed with a face mask, replied to you. "Oh, I'm definitely getting on your case because it's supposed to be the other way around!"

"True, but I like the couch anyways." You puff at the woman who's not satisfied with your answer. "Plus, I'm on the L-part of the couch, so it's practically like a bed!"

Your other friend, Mei Mei, chuckles at her screen. Icy blue hair pulled up in a bun with reading glasses positioned atop her forehead, probably counting her tips on her desk like she always does before bed. "My my, this is the fourth night this week. What did your man say to make you this upset?"

Memories of what happened before come back to you, and so does the exhausting irritation you've been trying to keep at bay.

It was a quiet night like this one as the rain fell hard on the silent streets. You've just put Tsumiki and Megumi to sleep and waited in the living room, watching a movie to pass the time. It was pretty late into the night when you heard the door open as drowsiness settled in. Nevertheless, you got up to greet the man you'd been waiting for coming from the entrance, but you weren't prepared for the sight that instantly woke you up.

Toji Fushiguro, groaning and leaning against the wall with his black jean jacket drenched from the rain. A hand was clenched on the left side of his torso, deep red tarnishing his plain white shirt. He was heaving in an attempt to even his breathing, but when he caught a glimpse of you standing before him, he was quick to try and play it off with a worn-out grin. "Hey, baby." His familiar deep voice was strained in subtle agony.

Worry bubbles within, and you rush towards him. "Oh my God, Toji, what happened!?" You remind yourself to not be too loud as the children are still asleep, so you rely on whisper yellings while walking him up to your shared bedroom.

Even in the room, Toji doesn't explain himself. Just silent hushes and cajoles that he's alright. "I'm fine, honey. Just tell me where's the first aid box." Pointing at the bathroom cabinet, you watch him leave your side to grab the kit. The crimson spilling from him is caused by a stab wound he reveals when he sits on the bathtub, lifting his shirt. You can feel your eyes water, imagining the pain he's going through when he hisses from putting on rubbing alcohol on the gash.

The words you want to say feel so forbidden. Your fingers fidget amongst themselves with the irregular beat of your chest. Don't say it, Y/n. Keep your mouth shut. Don't—

"Is this from work?"

Green eyes shoot back in your direction, and you immediately feel yourself sinking into a pool of regret.

Talk of Toji's occupation wasn't something you brought up much. Even at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't indulge in any insights about what he does, so you eventually quit after a few failed attempts. However, with all the nights he's come home while you sleep or the new scars you point out yet are brushed off, your anxiousness for him keeps festering. And seeing him with his own blood on his hands made you wonder how many nights he has pulled off doing such without your knowledge.

Toji's eyes go back to his wound. "Don't worry 'bout it." The stern tone of his voice has your blood turn cold. He didn't want to entertain this, especially in the wee hours of the night.

And yet you still persist. "No, Toji, I'm serious." You can see him glare at you through the raven bangs shading his forehead. A warning. But it doesn't stop you. "I'm getting worried about you."

From there was when the argument came. Every point you've made to him was shut down at once. His cold responses pierced you. Usually, you'd do what you can to avoid this type of confrontation. But now, it hurts even more when he doesn't cooperate with you, your concerns disregarded like rubbish.

"Damn it, Y/n!" Toji barks at you, seething through the physical pain as a fist bangs hard on the bathroom cabinet. "Why's it so hard for you to stay out of this?"

"Well, if you would tell me things instead of pushing me out the way, then maybe I wouldn't have to!" At this point, you're fighting the tears from falling. Your face hot with frustration, but you still speak. "Toji, I've done so much for you and the kids, and I—"

"No one told you to do—"

"Yet I STILL do!" It's your turn to yell. "I care about you deeply, same with Tsumiki and Megumi. I don't ask for much, Toji. But I want you to open your life to me just a little, even when you're hurt like this!"

His emerald eyes remain rigid despite your pleas to him. And what he said next had you still to the core. You can recall the beat of your heart corrupting your senses while the tears stride down.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

"He said WHAT!!??" Utahime shrieks after you retell the situation to your friends.

You nod your head. "I just looked at him, and he looked at me. Then I turned, picked my pillow up, and headed downstairs to this couch."

To say the dark-haired woman was livid was an understatement. "And tell me WHY this fucker isn't the one sleeping on this couch, again??"

"Even if I did tell him to sleep on the couch, he probably would say something like, 'Tch, why should I? I pay bills for this damn house,' and yadda, yadda." This is true, apart from the man being injured, so having him move would've been immoral. "Plus, I just really wanted to get outta the room, so I went ahead and moved myself out."

"So? You pay bills too, what the hell!? Good God, Y/n," Utahime shakes her head. "You sure we can't pummel this dude?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I'm getting used to ignoring him when I see him around the house. But, oh my God, guys, his kids," the phone panned down to the plush toy and the pink, fluffy blanket. "Miki saw me sleeping here the other morning and gave me this blanket. And Gumi — he's such a sweetie. He gave me his favorite froggy toy to sleep with to scare off his dad from 'bothering me in my dreams.' "

"Hmm, how adorable." Mei Mei comments. "Funny how such darlings can come from a guy like that."

Utahime nods rapidly and throws in her opinion. "Listen, Y/n, you shouldn't think you outta be in every part of that man's life. Even so, he should at least know how to compromise. I mean, come on, you take care of him, the kids, the house, and go to work with us. All of that just for you to sleep on a couch!?"

"You're not gonna let this couch thing go, aren't you?" The pale blue-haired woman chuckles again, and Utahime sighs. "But she's right, Y/n. It takes a certain kind of person to have the patience to do what you do in a relationship with a single father and two children. I'm sure Utahime would've left with all her hair out."

The dark-haired one gets up from her bed and takes her device with her, heading to the bathroom to finish her skin care. "Now, why am I the one used as an example?"

"Because you're the most vocal about a relationship that isn't yours." A sly smile is painted on Mei Mei's face after she hears a 'hmph!' from the other as Utahime removes the mask and washes her face. "My point is that you like this man — love him even. But that love shouldn't cost you to be so emotionally drained. Perhaps he understands this, except it wasn't the perfect moment for you two to express yourselves. Maybe talk to him when you two stop the silent treatment."

All you do is hum aimlessly, too wrapped in what your friend said to give a proper response. Then you yawn, your body signaling you to finally rest. "I'll sleep on that thought. Night, girlies~~" You wave and send kisses to the other two. They do the same as you leave the video call, placing the phone on the coffee table and snuggling up with the blanket and plush toy.

You try to distract yourself by thinking of what you'll do tomorrow. You gotta get up and make breakfast for Tsumiki and Megumi before waking them up, then head to the station and take the bus to work. Maybe you can finally try that new café close by with Mei Mei and Utahime for lunch. And when you return home, you should whip up something fun for the kids to eat.

Perhaps, make something for Toji since he sometimes forgets to feed himself when you're not around. Or if he's leaving for work, wish him a safe trip back home like always. And...if he's down for it...you can find the right time......to talk...about......

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The moment you closed your eyes, it felt as though you were sleeping on your own bed again. When you turn to your side, your body descends into the feeling of cold sheets beneath you. It was pretty comfy! Plus, the blanket—

Wait...Sheets?

Your eyes slowly open to the sight of bedsheets underneath you. Navigating out of the sleepy stupor, you make out parts of your surroundings to know that you're not in the living room anymore. You slowly rise up to face the door of the bedroom. Your shared bedroom.

A sudden cough alerts you, forced as if to grab your attention. A chill crawls up your spine. Oh God, no. You turn to the side to see the man accompanying his side of the bed. And there he was, Toji, lying on his side with his head resting on a hand, looking dead at you. His raven hair looked damp from a recent shower, sporting only a grey wifebeater and dark sweatpants.

"Hey," is all he says to you. No smirk and no nickname followed with the greeting. Just a simple address to you with his green eyes softly watching yours. You almost fall into their inviting spell the more you look at them.

Nonetheless, it's not compelling enough since you remember he's the man you fought with four days ago — the same man you weren't prepared to see right now. You quickly turn away from him and lift the comforter to exit the room. However, Toji grabbed your wrist before your feet could touch the floor, his grip too strong for you to pull away from him.

You avoid eye contact with him, your back facing him. "Toji, let me go. I'm going to sleep."

"Then sleep."

"On the couch, Toji." You try and pull again. Nothing.

"Fuck that, just sleep here. I didn't carry you up here for nothin'."

You shake your head as you exhale through your nose. Of course, he carried me here. "Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

The words that left your lips surprised you and the grip around your wrist tightens. You didn't mean to say them, but it was the truth because they were his own words. Or did you?

Still facing away from Toji, you're unable to see his reaction. Oh shit, is he angry? Is he going to let me go after that?

"Darlin', please..." His deep voice hushed for only you to hear. "I just really need you with me here. Just for tonight...." His hold lessens, leaving you to decide whether you should stay.

The silence is uncomfortable for both of you — especially for Toji, who has you where he wants you to be, where you're supposed to be. As seconds pass when he doesn't hear from you, the nervousness that used to exist before your relationship rises back into the pit of his stomach. And his soul drops down when you remove your wrist from his hand.

Though, to his surprise, your hand lifts the comforter up while your legs move back on top of the mattress. You lay back down with a sigh, your back still facing Toji. "Did you give Miki back her blanket?"

Toji exhales quietly, situating himself back on his side of the bed. "Yeah, and Megumi with his toy."

You hum, and the silence fills the room once more.

Toji looks at nothing but your figure next to him, watching the rise and fall of your shoulder as you breathe silently, your face nestled comfortably on the pillow. To think it's been half a week since he last saw you in this room is hard to believe.

That night when you left him really stuck with him. The image of your face covered in tears was all he envisioned, the same with you grabbing your pillow and exiting the room. After tending his stab wound, he went down to talk it out. Yet when Toji saw you sleeping soundly on the couch with dried tears painting your pretty face, he didn't dare wake you up and just went to bed.

And it was worse the following days. Not only did he have you avoiding him at every chance, but he had to deal with the judgmental looks of his children. Never in his life has he seen Megumi give him glares that meant business. If looks could kill, Toji would be finished. And Tsumiki, his sweet little girl, now pesters him about being nice to Y/n, saying he should think about their feelings and apologize.

But what about his feelings? Does no one understand that he was just trying to keep you out of business that you didn't need to fret over? He's very aware that his job is not a normal one. It's dangerous, and anyone around him can get hurt or worse. Hence, keeping you away from this part of his life keeps you and his family safe. If not knowing he's an assassin keeps you from harm's way, why change that.

At least...that's what he thought, not what he said.

Even Shiu Kong, his handler, had something to say after telling him what had happened during lunch today. "Wow. I knew you were trash, but I didn't know you were that dumb, too." The man snickers when Toji shoves a middle finger his way. Shiu lights another cigarette after discarding the one he finishes. "Well, how were they supposed to know you were watching out for them? If someone you love comes to your front door bloody and sick, whose safety are you worrying about?"

Toji says nothing to that, letting the other man resume speaking some sense into him after taking a long sig from his cigarette.

"Look. I can't promise that this angel of yours wants to stay with you after what you said. That's all up to them. But until they decide that, I hope your dumbass realizes when someone sticks with you literally through blood and pain, that's someone who cares for you to the Moon and back. Not saying you should tell them what you do, but a nice word or two of comfort is all they need. If you're not that big of an idiot, reconcile and let them know you care about them."

"...Reconcile and let them know you care about them..."

If there's one thing that Toji has trouble with, it's knowing how to use his words. It was a tiny problem in the earlier stages of your relationship, but as time flew, you could guess how much the tall man cherishes you by his actions rather than words.

The older man knows that you know he loves you. But now, when he's pushed into a position where words are necessary to portray his real feelings for you, he feels stumped.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

Toji grimaces at his own words replaying in his head. Why the fuck did I say that?

"Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

Your words ring in his mind. Why did I fuckin' say that for? What the hell is wrong with me? What did—

"Toji?"

He returns to reality, eyes moving back to your still silhouette.

"I know you're still awake, so I'm gonna ask this." Toji braces himself for whatever your soft voice muttered. "Whatever job you're doing, is it a dangerous one?"

Shit. The dreaded talk is here, and Toji cannot escape it.

"Yeah."

"Are you good at your job?"

"It's the only thing I'm good at."

You nod your head aimlessly to his answer. Then you turn around to face the anxious older man. The moonlight peaking through the window blinds illuminates your face beautifully while Toji's breathing slows.

"I don't think that's true," you continue to answer. "You're good at being a father to Tsumiki and Megumi. Not the best, but a decent one nonetheless. You're also good at caring for me; letting me live with you and your family proves that. And lastly," Toji gulps with a dry throat.

"You're good at loving. You say you're lousy at it, but there's love in everything you do for me. It's there when you look at me whenever you think I'm unaware. Or when you silently grab my hand when in crowded areas. Or," a small chuckle exits from you. "When you carry me up from downstairs to the bedroom."

Toji's jade eyes lock in with yours, waiting for you to avert your gaze away from him. But you don't. You keep looking at him. You keep spoiling him. This type of recognition is something Toji never thought he deserved, so you giving it to him so effortlessly makes his growing guilt eat him alive.

"I care about you so much, Toji." You shift closer to Toji and bring a hand to his cheek, causing the man to lift his brows. Your face is only a few inches away from his. "What happened yesterday really scared me. All I could think about was the wound and all the scars you have. Where they all came from and how deep they are. Or......you never coming back."

"Baby..." Toji absently refers to you with a sweet name, placing his big hand on top of yours on his cheek. He lets you finish.

"I know you can't guarantee coming back to me unscathed, but I just want you to promise me something: please let me know you'll be okay. When you're gone, I can only hope you make it back home safely. So, just promise to not get yourself killed." A sheepish smile is used to ease the serious tone. "Even if I'm not in your life, I'm sure Tsumiki and Megumi would be pretty upset to not have you around."

Toji scoffs. "Trust me, I'm sure they'd leave me the moment you step out the door." That makes you laugh, and it has the man swooning hearing it. His hand moves to your cheek, and you allow him to stroke it with a thumb. "And I wouldn't blame 'em. Havin' such a beautiful and loving angel slip through my fingers?"

"Toji..."

"I'm sorry for what I said and scarin' you like that. If you aren't here with me, as part of my life and all, then I don't think I can't make a promise like that. You're too good fr' me, and I'm sorry if I didn't seem to appreciate you until now."

And you know he's genuine with his plea, his green eyes gauging your reaction to see if he's worth another chance. All you do is sigh and lift yourself up, wipe his wet bangs from his forehead, and kiss it. "Not the best apology, but I accept it."

He drones, relishing the feeling of your lips on him again. "So, are we cool, kid?"

"Yeah," you peer down at him with a smile, and he does the same. "We're cool. However, if you ever yell at me again, don't be surprised when I pack my bags."

"Oh yeah?" Toji raises a brow. "I'll be careful, then."

"You better." Hushed chuckles are shared to comfort the silence, enjoying the closeness between you two that felt like forever to have again. Just the two of you with you giggling above him and the light from the window cascading an ethereal glow to your features. Your teeth shied behind pretty lips, lips he wanted to kiss.

And you catch him looking. You notice him wanting you, needing you. Just as much as you need him. You slowly lean down to his face, planting your soft lips on his rigid pair.

Toji's surprised by the action for a moment, but he moans into your mouth and pulls you into him closer. The kiss starts off nice and slow yet quickly changes to one filled with passion and desire. Teeth clashing, tongues exchanging, sweet moans paired with aroused groans.

As you two are lost in each other's lips, Toji carefully maneuvers you on your back with him on top of you. Your legs find purchase around his waist as he rocks into your core, rocking your hips together in a steady rhythm by the second.

His hand snakes down to your lower region, fingers brushing past your pajamas and onto your panty-covered vulva. The intrusion has you breaking the kiss with heavy breaths filling the silent, moonlit room. He busses your chin down to your neck as shaky mewls slip out your mouth.

"Haaah, Toji, we shouldn't. It's late—Hmmm..." Your whimpers don't stop him from pulling your pajamas and undergarments off.

"It's okay, sweetheart, lemme make it up to you." He says in-between kisses on your clavicle, pulling up your shirt to reveal your bare chest. His free hand fondles a breast before his mouth goes for the other. "Let Daddy take care of you..."

The sudden combination of his thick fingers intruding between your nether folds and his mouth sucking and licking your sensitive nipple has you whining in bliss, your hand gripping his wet raven hair resulting in a satisfied groan from the older man. Toji missed this — missed you — close to him, under him on this bed.

One finger plays with your wet chasm for a few moments before it's inserted inside. A shriek is let out as your cunt adjusts to the digit. "Mmmph! Oh God, Daddy, your fingers...Ahhh!"

A soft 'pop' leaves from Toji's mouth when pulled back from sucking on your nipple, his tongue lapping around the sensitive nob. "What's that, mama? My fingers feelin' good?" You nod rapidly, but that's not the answer Toji's looking for, so he bites on your nipple gingerly yet hard enough for you to jolt. "Daddy wants your words, angel."

"Yesss, yes, your fingers feel soo good," You mewl to him, and Toji chuckles dangerously low while rewarding you with another digit in your slick-coated hole. His abrupt middle finger joins his forefinger in attacking your velvety walls, and your voice shifts higher in ecstasy.

The sounds of Toji's tongue licking around your nipple coincide with the squelches between his fingers and your gushy slit. Your brain starts to short-circuit.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Daddy, I can feel—I'm gonna," Toji's fingers pick up the pace. You're so close to release, you can feel it.

"Gonna be good and cum on Daddy's fingers, right, baby?"

"Mhmmm, I wanna co—Oh, Jesus, I wanna come. Hoooooh..."

"Then go ahead, princess. Mess 'em up." Toji comes up to kiss your forehead as his fingers go irrationally fast, and a thumb sneaks to press down on your unattended clit. With a choked cry, you spasm and cream on his thick digits. He watches you finish, loving the image of your head pushed back on pillows and your body arching towards him.

He dismisses himself from you once you're done, licking his fingers of your essence and taking off his wifebeater and pants. The image of his free cock has you biting your lower lip in anticipation as you discard your shirt to the bedroom floor as well. When you look at Toji, you notice the bandaged patch on his left side. He sees you glimpsing, quick to ease your concerns. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Won't go too crazy." Looking at his scarred body in a new light, you nod and follow his lead.

Toji carries your legs up to move to the right of his shoulder, situating you two into a mating press. His dick aligns with your glossy cunt. Precum meets slick and lubricates the two sexes pushing into each other. Toji coaxes you. "Too tense, ma. Relax fr' me." You prepare yourself with even breaths, and the man pushes into you with each exhale.

The head of his cock enters, a cry departs from your lips, and Toji hisses with the tightness of your slit. His hips go slow, making sure your walls accommodate every vein and dent of his dick as it ventures deep within you. Hits to your G-spot have you babbling incoherent prayers, gripping the sheets under you.

When his cockhead finally meets your cervix, you sob his name in rapture. Toji smirks, dialing the pace of his thrusts up. "Mmmm, Christ, yr' tight pussy. So fuckin' perfect fr' me."

Every stroke prompts a euphoric moan from you, drool escaping your lips as your mind turns into putty. The noises of his pelvis smacking on your ass feel so wrong to hear, yet you can't help but grip around Toji's girthy length. It gets worse when he presses his entire body weight on you, forcing you to take his cock and abusing your tender cervix with every deep rut.

As for Toji, he's enjoying seeing you writhe and pant under his bow. The corner of your eyes sprinkled with tears, your mouth wailing in euphoric chants, the way your cunt clamps around his dick when he grinds his hips deep onto your come-covered folds. He can never get enough of this, enough of you, driving him so fucking crazy.

"Daddyyy, I'm gonna—Ahhaaaa!!" Toji's now going at an erratic cadence, his cock churning your insides as his heavy balls slapping your folds being the only things you can listen to. Your whines get higher and higher while chasing your climax. "Cu-cumming, I'm gonna cumm—Ohhh!!"

"Hnngh! Oh, shit, fuck, fuck. Me too, kid, me too," Toji groans into your ear. God, his deep voice makes your brain mush. "Oooooh, want me to fill you up, mama?"

Your head nods frantically, tears now staining your face. "Yessss, please, Daddy!! I want it!" Toji hears your pleas and smashes his mouth into yours, moans swapped between lips with tongues daubed in saliva. A hand is moved down to your clit, pinching the spot between Toji's forefinger and thumb. And your pussy tightens around his cock one last time before you peak onto him.

The fluttery spasms of your walls clenching around Toji have him finish in three deep strokes, spurting his seed inside you before he relaxes his heaving body on yours. The kiss breaks with you two huffing and panting, the final moments of your high finally depleting out of your nude bodies.

His green eyes take in your dazed expression, calloused fingers wiping your tears away. "How's that for an apology?"

"You pervy old man," You chuckle to yourself, so out of breath. "You're more of a man of action anyway, so you pulled through. "

"Hehe, I'll take it." He cups your jaw with his big hand, your eyes locked in with his. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby. Sorry for ever making you think otherwise."

You blink once. Twice. Your hands come up to his face, and a finger swipes away black bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "I love you too, Toji. I would've left your ass if you weren't."

Toji smiles and leans in to kiss your swollen lips with his scared ones; however, a sharp pain stops him, prompting the big man to yell out. Worried, you try to assess what's wrong. Then you see it: the blood-stained bandage on his left side.

A gasp catches his attention, and Toji turns to what you're gawking at. His body freezes, seeing the trail of blood exit from his reopened wound.

"Ahhhh shit..."

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"Well, well, well," Utahime smirks at you through the screen. "I see you're not on the couch anymore."

You smile sheepishly as you lie on the pillows and headboard of your shared bed. Tsumiki and Megumi huddle beside you, napping blissfully around your presence under Tsumiki's pink blanket.

"Yeah, we made up last night." To avoid disturbing the children, you reply in whispers.

Mei Mei hums. "I see that. I assume you two had a nice talk about it?" You open your mouth, but no words come out. The two women quirk up a brow.

"Oh? I take it that there was more than just talking." Utahime chimes in, her smile going ear to ear while your eyes avoid the screen. "No wonder we didn't see you at work today. The dick so good it saved your relationship, huh?" She laughs at you hushing her up for using crude language while the children sleep. "Well, happy you two figured it out. But don't think I won't come over there and beat his ass the next time I see you on that couch."

"I second that," Mei Mei agrees. "But Uta can do the beatdown; I'm more interested in what he has in his wallet."

"Not much, I'll tell you that." you correct your friend. "I'm the one who takes care of his finances for safe-keeping."

"Well, that makes things easier for me."

The three of you laugh through your devices. Then you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer from the stairs. "Oop, he's back now. I'll talk to you guys later!" You hurriedly wave and kiss your friends goodbye before ending the video call. The bedroom door opens, and there he is.

Toji flashes a quick smile at you before it vanishes once he sees his kids nestled around you. "I was hopin' to get some alone time with you."

You giggle as you brush Tsumik's hair away from her pretty face. "You're back early. Is your wound okay now?"

"Hmph, yeah, thanks to you pushin' me out the way and grabbin' for the first aid kit." Toji pokes fun at you for the event from last night, where you immediately pushed the brawny man off of you and ran for the tools necessary to treat his open injury the moment you saw blood. You chuckle and watch the tall man climb into bed. "Doc said it should fully heal within a week or two. Why the squirts here?"

"They were happy to find me back in the room for a nap, so they joined me and kept me company." Megumi snuggles close to you for warmth, and you pick him up to your chest.

"Well, they're takin' my spot."

"I don't think they care."

Toji pinches your nose for your snarky remark, and you wriggle out of his fingers with quiet chuckles. His hand then cups your face and pulls you to face him, his emerald eyes softly gazing into you.

"You know I love the hell outta you, right?" His deep voice sounds sweet to the ears. You purr into his hand. "And I hope you know I'm the same for you." He nods. You smile.

He hesitates for a split second, but Toji leans close to kiss your tender lips. Only for a tiny hand to come smacking him in the face, halting him from further movement. To the shock of you both, Megumi was back awake, sending a mean look at his father.

Toji groans in annoyance. "What was that for, brat?"

"For making Y/n sad." Megumi keeps his hold on you secure as he and Toji mean-mug each other. Queuing Tsumiki from her slumber, defending you from her father. "Apologize or stay away!" The little girl warns the older man.

You're quick to break up the mini-fight amongst the Fushiguros. "Alright, kids, no need to worry about me. Your dad already apologized to me by promising to take us out for dinner tonight." Childish faces beam in delight while Toji shifts to instant puzzlement. "Now go get ready and put on your shoes!" Tsumiki and Megumi do just that, rushing out of your shared room and to their own.

When you can't hear the pitter-patter of little feet anymore, you feel big strong arms haul you into Toji's embrace, attacking you with tickles. You try to squirm your way out, but it's no use when he uses his body to cage you in. "Who told you to make promises on my name, huh? You tryna be bratty with me, kid?" He grins at your ticklish suffering.

"Then don't you—Oh God, stop!" It's difficult finishing your statement while fighting back laughter and screams. "Don't you ever yell at me again!"

He stops tickling you, thank God. You catch your breath as Toji looks at you under him with a proud smile. "I don't plan on it, sweetie. Now c'mere."

Toji finally has his lips placed on your soft ones, and you happily return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to pepper him with delicate kisses. But the romantic atmosphere vanishes when the children come and dogpile on Toji after hearing your ticklish screams, forcing the older Fushiguro off of you to deal with his kids with tickles of their own.

Observing the children laugh and squirm under Toji's merciless fingers, a soft smile adorns your face watching the domestic display before you and thinking how lucky you are to witness such a thing. Well, that's before all three of them turn to you and bring you another ticklish horror.

And despite the torture, your screams and giggles are filled with pure joy and contentment, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[gay-dorito-dust]

ok what if reader is also a vigilante?

reader and Jason met in their civilian identities, and after a while they start dating. but like, neither of them tells the other one about their vigilante identities? and then something random happens and they both find out in a funny way?

(alsooo can I be 🐈‍⬛? :3)

Idk if this is considered ‘funny’ but I tired, oh and Yes, you may be 🐈‍⬛ anon. 🦦

When you first met Jason in the cosy book store, you were far too concerned with keeping your stint as a vigilante as close to a secret as possible, so much so that the mere aspect of dating wasn’t something you contemplated on a day to day basis; Never less dating a civilian when you’re fighting street level thugs. However you couldn’t help but get lost in the beauty of his smile, his eyes and the way he ran his hand through his hair.

All you were aware in that moment was that Jason is just perfection in a six foot something frame. He was just that beautiful that you couldn’t find yourself looking away from him, ever; It had to be illegal to be that beautiful.

When Jason first met you in the cosy book store, trying to reach for a book that was just out of reach, he was far too concerned about the new vigilante that had taken to the street of Gotham. Nightshade was their name and they obviously had natural talent but were still sloppy in some areas, but they showed enough promise in their debut outing to be apart of the Outlaws. Dating was the last thing he needed honestly, despite affection, loyalty and love were something he deeply longer for more so then anything, however he felt a little tempted by the idea when you gave him a look of gratitude as he handed you the book was enough to set him alight.

‘Jason.’ He blurted.

‘Come again?’ You asked.

‘My name. It’s Jason.’ He clarified, internally cursing himself for making himself looking like a right idiot in front of you, but you just had that effect on him and it hadn’t even been ten minutes upon meeting you. Was he really that depraved? He asked himself as in that very moment you decided to smile at him, which gave him his answer that yes, he was indeed that depraved for a genuine connection. ‘Well it’s nice to meet you Jason. I’m y/n.’ You greeted, finding Jason absolutely endearing and insufferably cute. ‘Do you often help people with books or is it just a one time thing?’ You then asked, holding the book close to your chest, biting the inside of your cheek.

‘I don’t come here as often as I promised myself I would, so consider this as a rare occurrence.’ Jason shrugged, leaning against the shelf. ‘So do you come here often or are you a fellow procrastinator?’ You chuckled and Jason has to pat himself on the back for that one. He managed to make you laugh and god did it sound ethereal. ‘I’m kinda a fellow procrastinator but that’s because I’ve been busy with life and such.’ You told him, not wanting to admit to everything to a conventionally attractive man you’ve just met at a small, run down book store just yet; You didn’t want to fuck this up for yourself.

‘Oh yeah? Then maybe if you come here more often, I’ll have more of a reason to stop by other than the books.’ Jason said and you felt your smile even wider and tighten your grip on the book, casting your eyes to the floor. Curse this beautiful man for making you feel like a silly little schoolgirl either way a crush, it was both embarrassing as it was all consuming. ‘Sounds like you’re asking me on a date, mr Jason.’

Jason shrugs. ‘Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I mean is it wrong for me to want to get to know you better?’

‘I guess it wouldn’t hurt.’ You admitted.

‘So it’s a date?’ Jason asked, anticipating your answer.

‘Yeah. It’s a date.’ You replied, feeling a warmth flood through your body, followed by a feeling of nervousness simultaneously it was hard to figure out which feeling you should focus on.

Several book store dates, skirting your obvious feelings for one another and moving into his apartment later, you and Jason were officially a couple: and a happy one at that. And yet despite sharing everything to one another, every deep secret you’ve ever kept in your entire life and yet the one secret neither of you chose to disclose was your vigilante identities, and for simple and justifiable reasons on both your parts; You didn’t want Jason to be brought into the crossfire as a casualty and Jason didn’t want you to get hurt because of the dangerous people he wronged as RedHood. You’ve both hated yourselves for keeping a tight lid on your vigilantism but you knew it was for the betterment of the other, after all ignorance was indeed -on some occasions- bliss.

However on this very night, everything you and Jason have ever hidden from the other had decided to come to light but not in a way that’d either of you were expecting.

You and Jason were cuddled up on the couch and enjoying a peaceful evening in together, seeing as for a week straight both of you have had your hands full with capturing and clearing the streets of Gotham of thugs, goons and drug dealers, and actually getting the golden opportunity to act like an ordinary couple and shower the other in the love and affection that you’ve both been aching for the entire week.

‘You need to get some better sleep Jaybirdie, I can see dark bags starting to form under your eyes.’ You mutter softly as you run your calloused thumbs under his eyes, naturally concerned for his health and well-being. ‘Are you saying that I’m not that appealing to look at anymore because I’m developing eye bags? How shallow of you babe.’ Jason joked as he moved his face from your hands and looking away from you with a pout on his lips.

You laughed, reaching to hold his face in your hands again and gently made him look at you. ‘Stop being dramatic my little Jay bird, I think you make eyes bags work for you but I just don’t like the idea of you staying up longer than you should.’ You said as you kissed his lips and then under his eyes, feeling him hum in content as he dragged you into him tightly. ‘I appreciate the compliment babe.’ He said as he pressed a kiss to your head, closing his eyes as he breathed you in deeply. ‘I’m sorry we haven’t had enough time with each other lately.’

You burrowed yourself deeper into him, hands clutching at his shirt. ‘it’s okay Jason and besides I should sorry too because there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now. I hope you don’t hate me afterwards.’ You admit, scared that this might break your beautiful relationship with the sweetest man you’ve ever met, who had been nothing but unquestionably loyal to you through and through. ‘You could do no wrong pretty baby,’ Jason cooed, ‘but since we’re sharing things, I have something that I’ve been keeping from you also sweetheart.’ Jason said as he feared that he’d only be scaring you away afterwards and he can only hope that you’d stay and hear him out.

‘No, Jason you don’t-‘ you were cut off by the sound of two emergency alerts going off from your shared bedroom and before leaping off of Jason’s lap, much to his displeasure and worry, and rushed towards the bedroom with Jason hot on your heels going on about something you couldn’t quite make out over the noise of the emergency alerts. It was rare that it goes off and when it does, it’s when someone like scarecrow or Joker has made a reemergence to the public and when they do, nothin good ever comes to pass.

Within the depths of your shared closet in your bedroom were two equal sized duffel bags. Inside these duffel bags held everything to do with your vigilante personas that you and Jason had hastily shoved inside, and all before you officially moved into his apartment too. You never touched his out of respect for him and he never touched yours out of respect also, you both knew which one belong to who as they also sat just beneath your own civilians clothes, that and the fact that Jason’s duffel bag was a lot more beat up and rugged compared to yours which only had slight wears and tears; but other then that it was relatively a new bag.

Right of this moment however you didn’t stop to think about which bag you’ve picked up because before you knew it you had locked yourself within the bathroom, just about ready to change into your attire, when you were face to face with a familiar red helmet causing you to freeze in place. While you were trying to grasp the idea that your beautiful, beautiful Jason was the ruthless RedHood, a knock on the bathroom door broke you from your thoughts, and you automatically knew that Jason saw your vigilante attire and was feeling a similar sort of confusion towards you as you were about him. You placed the red helmet back into the duffle bag, zipped it shut before unlocking and opening the door wide enough for Jason to hold out your duffel bag towards you.

‘I believe this is yours sweetheart.’ He said awkwardly.

‘Thank you Jaybirdie.’ You mutter as you took the bag off of him, placing it down on the toilet seat as you picked up his duffel bag and handed it to him through the gap in the doorway. ‘I believe this belongs to you.’

‘Thank you sweetheart.’ Jason replied as he took the bag off of your hands as an uncomfortable air of silence followed as you both stood on either sides of the door, not knowing how to properly address the situation. Until… ‘I knew I recognise that ass in spandex anywhere.’

‘JASON!’ You exclaimed, face becoming flushed.

‘What? It’s true you’ve got a distinctly shaped ass! So of course I’m going to recognise it!’ Jason replied, throwing his hands up in the air.

‘So you’ve admitted to staring at my ass like a perv?’ You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jason pushed the bathroom door open fully to get closer to you and hold your face in his hands. ‘Don’t start acting like you haven’t stared at my ass like a perv, perv.’ He says with a chuckle upon seeing the expression upon your face, pressing kisses from your forehead and all the way down to the tip of your nose. ‘I thought you wouldn’t notice.’ You murmur softly, making Jason laugh as he lead you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where he then sat you down on the end of the bed and held your hand.

‘Well unfortunately for you, I do notice and I can’t say I don’t like the attention that I’d get for my charming parent.’ Jason says as he kisses the back of your hand. ‘You’re not mad that I’m a vigilante and have been keeping it from you all this time?’ You asked, running your thumb over his hand. ‘No because it would be quite hypocritical if I did because I’ve been keeping the same secret hidden from you also. Would you be mad at me being RedHood?’ Jason asked and you immeditly replied ‘no because I know you did so to keep me safe.’

‘Ans I know that you didn’t tell me for the exact same reason.’ Jason butted in. ‘Now that we know however, this just means that we’re even more of a kick ass couple because we literally kick ass every night and I couldn’t be more prouder of you baby.’ He add as he presses kisses to your face, making you chuckle before pulling away. ‘But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop worry about my baby. So expect a whole lot of team ups in the future okay chipmunk?’ You pressed a kiss to his cheek before stealing one from his lips as you stood up from the bed, tugging at his arm. ‘Why don’t we start teaming up now? RedHood and Nightshade, they’ll never see us coming by a long shot!’ You said and Jason couldn’t help but smile at your excitement as he then stood up, groaning dramatically. ‘Alright, alright, quick pulling my arm and get changed so we can go catch us some bad guys.’

You beamed brightly as you stole another kiss from his lips. ‘I love you Jaybirdie.’

‘The things I do for you buttercup.’ Jason spoke against your lips as he kisses you again.

[lostgirlmuseum]

Pulse 💗

Summary: Bucky can hear your heartbeat through the wall, and he can tell everything isn’t alright.

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader

Words: 600 (exactly 600, holy moly)

Warnings: None really, just mentions of anxiety and adhd. Wrote this within an hour, sorry if its bad

A/N: Self indulgent fic alert! This goes out to all my peeps who struggle with ADHD/anxiety. It sucks, but hang in there!

Divider credit: @saradika

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Come in,” you called, not looking up from the papers on your desk.

A brief second passed, and the door creaked open. A cautious Bucky peeked his head in.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked.

You suddenly became aware of your leg bouncing 70 miles an hour, and forced yourself to stop. 

“Yes, why?” You replied, ignoring the urge to get up and walk around.

“Well, I—” he hesitated, and brought his hand to rub the back of his neck, “I was passing by and I heard your heartbeat going really fast—super hearing and all that,” he awkwardly chuckled.

“120,” you stated, glancing at your watch.

“What?”

“My heart rate is 120 right now.”

“That’s pretty high for just sitting,” he responded, having a hard time hiding his concern.

“Well, y’know, anxiety,” you breathily laughed, but it wasn’t that funny.

“What are you anxious about? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Nothing.” You sighed, lowering your pen and facing him. At this point he was now in your room, perched in front of your door.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Seriously, I’m kinda freaking out over nothing right now.”

“C’mon, you’re always telling me I’m valid for having concerns, you are too.”

“No, I mean there is literally no singular thing I’m anxious about right now—it’s just physical anxiety, the general feeling that I’m going crazy, or dying, I don’t know, both I guess. That sounds so dramatic. I really am fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but I am, yeah?” You rambled on and on, and cursed yourself when you noticed your leg had started bouncing again.

“I don’t think you’re okay, do you want me to bring you to Dr. Cho?”

“That’s sweet of you, but I don’t think there’s much she can do. The worst of this should pass in thirty minutes anyway, it’s just my meds.”

“Oh.” 

You could tell Bucky wanted to ask more, but wasn’t sure if it was polite.

“I have ADD. ADHD, whatever you want to call it. So I take medicine so I can focus on certain tasks, like these reports. And it does help me focus, but it’s also a stimulant, so it also gives me a lot of anxiety, which is totally awesome!” You scoffed.

“Why do you keep stopping your leg from bouncing?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to annoy you.”

“If bouncing your leg makes you feel better, it doesn’t bother me.”

“I feel like I’m embarrassing myself,” you whined. 

Beep.

You looked at your watch.

“Oh, look at that, 126!”

“Do you—would…would a hug be something that would help you? Calm you down?” He offered, casually putting his arms out for emphasis.

“Sure, Bucky,” you smiled, and stood up to meet him halfway. You knew it wouldn’t fix it, but it certainly couldn’t hurt.

Bucky wrapped you in a big embrace, and you were shocked by how warm and teddy-like it was. You gave a small sigh, and rested your face in his neck, knowing you weren’t going to be the first to let go.

He held onto you for longer than you expected, just calmly swaying together in your room. 

To your dismay, he eventually let go of you. You were about to thank him and return to your work, but he gently grabbed your wrist and brought your watch to his sight. 

“107. Good, but I think we can do better than that,” he sweetly smiled, and wrapped you back up into his arms. 

“It might take a while.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“As long as it takes.” He cooed.

A/N: Should be either A) studying for a history exam I have tmw, or B) writing my stupid essay that the rough draft is due tmw, but I wrote this instead bc I’m procrastinating  HELP ME

[kodaiki]

꒰ 12:37 P.M. ꒱ ❛ hogwarts bbf!dan heng x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘, leaning against a stone column in the corner of the courtyard, the air around you crisp with the chill of winter. there's a chatter of voices among them as the hour of lunch passes you by. fellow students pass by, their footsteps muffled by the layer of snow from the storm a few nights prior. the atmosphere is hushed, the winter silence broken only by the distant sounds of laughter and the occasional gust of wind. lunch hour is in full swing, and while your housemates are likely warming up in the great hall, you're out here.

you would be –correction, should be – in the great hall, probably enjoying some warm food with your fellow house buddies and not freezing to death but alas, procrastination is your rival once again, taunting you as you scribble down the best you can your homework for herbology without any distractions. you gnaw your lip through your struggles, your hair falling in front of your face, slightly swaying from the brisk winter breeze painting your nose pink.

your quill moves across the parchment as you work on your herbology homework, your breath visible in the cold air when you take a deep sigh. the crunch of footsteps drawing near makes a presence known to you, but still, your eyes remain focused on your task at hand.

“and what’s my baby sister up to today?” a deep voice chimes from above you paired with a chuckle.

“work, go away,” is your curt response as you barely look up to meet your older brother’s amused glance your way.

“but where’s the fun in that?” blade muses, stepping closer to your sitting figure, his feet crushing the fallen leaves beneath his feet.

it’s when you look up to glare at your seventh year brother when you notice the other pair of eyes looking your way, quietly standing behind blade. your brows raise and eyes widen at the sight. when your eyes meet, the guy quickly averts his gaze and instead, turns his attention to grass.

"hey dan heng," you murmur a light greeting, your tone a blatant shift from the way you’d spoken to your brother. your chin dips into the striped scarf around your neck showing off your house's colors as you feel the winter air tickle your nose.

blade, in turn, rolls his eyes at the obviousness of your tone and softened gaze.

"hey," dan heng replies curtly, offering a nod of acknowledgment. blade swings an arm over his shoulder, shaking dan heng slightly as he hoists him closer, to which he makes a sour and slightly uncomfortable, expression.

"oh, now that i've found you, dear baby sis, we could probably use some advice," blade drawls with a sly smile on his face. in return, your face twists into slight confusion as you tilt your head to the side in question. it seems that you're the only who doesn't know what he's talking about because dan heng quite literally freezes, his throat bobbing slightly.

"advice about what?" you raise an eyebrow, now no longer the slightest bit interested in your homework due in a few short hours.

"well, the yule ball's coming up in a few weeks," blade begins, wiggling his brows knowingly. you nod along, scratching the side of your head, briefly glancing at dan heng, wondering how he could need advice from you of all people. "do you have a date?" your brother then asks. you can't tell if it's a genuine question or if he's looking for a reason to tease you.

"no, i don't," you answer simply, glancing back down at your homework. you miss the way blade turns to look at dan heng. "so, what advice do you need?"

"well, as you're well aware, i'm probably going to ask kafka, my near and dear best friend,” he drawls as if it’s obvious. your eyebrows raise, well aware of his platonic soulmate bond with the purple haired student. though, over time you truly wonder if it’s platonic or not. “but dan heng here is busy beating himself up wondering how to ask his crush," blade finishes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. he smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying the revelation that he just dropped on you.

your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and your eyes widen slightly at the implication that dan heng has someone in mind to ask to the yule ball. not only that, it must mean he has some form of a serious crush on someone, period. the air seems to thicken with an unspoken tension as you process blade's words. the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball takes on a new significance, and a strange mix of emotions swirls within you.

"dan heng, a crush?" you ask, trying to keep your tone casual even though your mind is buzzing with curiosity – and maybe some buried jealousy.

blade chuckles, enjoying the reaction he has stirred. "oh yeah. he's been overthinking it for days, probably even longer. poor guy doesn't know whether to go for a grand gesture or something simple. it's like watching a potions experiment gone wrong."

“oh,” you say in acknowledgment, glancing at dan heng with your softest-least-obvious smile his way. he rolls his eyes at blade's tone of words, obviously speaking as if he isn't standing right beside him.

“so that's what brings us to you, y/n. personally, how would you-” blade begins to ask in a light-toned, almost nonchalant voice when he's nudged in the gut by dan heng. “hey, rude,” blade grunts at him, but brushes off the elbow to his side. “how would you want to be asked to the ball? i can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears when he’s pacing around our room.”

“i don’t pace,” dan heng quickly cuts in and it’s the first time he’s spoken since he and blade arrived at the courtyard.

“sure you don’t,” blade rolls his eyes. your brother turns back to you. “so? how’d you wanna be asked?”

you swallow back the lump in your throat and avert your gaze to the parchment of your unfinished herbology homework, though your mind is no longer focused on the intricate details of magical plants at the moment. the subtle revelation that dan heng has someone in mind for the yule ball has captured your attention, and you can't help but wonder who the lucky girl might be, though it does leave a bitter taste in your mouth.

you have no reason to feel this way, of course. as far as you're concerned, dan heng is your older brother's best friend. you've only ever been around him for reason of association since blade just loves to tease and poke fun at you, and you've always seen dan heng as a reliable friend. yet, as you continue to feign interest in your herbology homework, the image of dan heng asking someone to the yule ball lingers in your mind.

"well," you begin, tapping the quill against the parchment thoughtfully, as you attempt to push whatever negative emotions are bubbling in your system, "i suppose a simple and sincere approach is always nice. maybe a heartfelt note or even a private conversation."

blade feigns a yawn, covering his mouth with his hand for dramatic effect. "bo-oring...and here i thought you'd go for something more grand and romantic. you know, like a surprise invitation under the stars or a magically enchanted message."

"well, those can be nice too, but sometimes simplicity holds its own charm. it's the thought and effort that count the most." you recall earlier in the week when march 7th was asked to the yule ball with a grandiose sign and flashmob in the middle of lunch. of course, she adored it, but you couldn't imaging sitting through that without feeling a little second hand embarrassment.

dan heng seems to be listening intently, though he's doing a poor job of pretending not to be. you catch his eyes briefly, and this time, he doesn't look away as quickly. there's a subtle warmth in his gaze that you can't quite decipher, but you offer him an encouraging smile.

blade, ever the perceptive older brother, grins knowingly. "i think that's some solid advice, don't you think?" he asks, nudging his friend beside him. it's almost like blade is staring through dan heng, and you can tell there's probably something you're unaware of that they're mentally communicating about.

dan heng, still recovering from the unexpected topic of asking his best friend's younger sister for love advice of all things, stumbles over his words. "i, uh, yeah. simple is good, got it."

"see? even dan heng agrees. thanks for the wisdom, dear sister." he offers a salute of gratitude as he turns to leave with his friend.

"hey, dan heng?" you ask before the've left ear shot. the two boys turn around to glance at you, blade raising an eyebrow with an imperceptible expression on his face.

"hm?" he hums, tilting his head slightly, his eyes boring into yours. you have to look away for a split second before you start to blush.

"good luck," you smile brightly. "no matter how you ask them, i'll sure they'll love it and say yes." the words tumble out before you can think. by the time you've said them, your cheeks are a warm pink, something you brush off as the cold winter air from sitting outside for too long.

"thanks, y/n," he says, offering a smile of his own, enough to illicit your brain to short circuit, which you don't have to recover from immediately because the boys then walk away. blade, of course, manages to sneak a teasing smile your way, well aware of what's probably going on in your head.

with that, blade drags dan heng away, likely to impart more "wisdom" in a less public setting. you could only assume what blade was busy whispering in his ear that makes him push him off while blade laughs. you're left alone against the tree, the courtyard now quieter as the lunch hour comes to an end.

the revelation that dan heng might be preparing to ask someone to the yule ball lingers in your thoughts. as you finally gather your books and stand up, ready to head inside and get warm instead of staying out in the cold for too long.

the day passes as you go through the rest of your classes. you hand in your poor attempt of your unfinished herbology homework, receiving a raised brow from professor sprout. still, she seems to give an equally as understanding expression, chalking up your less-than-ideal attempt having do with the excitement that relates to the yule ball.

you walk through the halls of hogwarts, hugging your books close to your chest on your way to dinner in the great hall, a much needed meal waiting for you after your long day. your eyes are trained at the tiled floor ahead of you as your mind is too preoccupied to focus on everything else. the corridors seem unusually crowded, filled with students excitedly discussing their plans for the upcoming event.

as you turn a corner on your way to your common room, your scattered and distracted thoughts make you unintentionally collide with someone, causing your books to scatter across the floor. flustered, you start gathering them, apologizing profusely without looking up. "sorry!"

a familiar voice responds, "no worries. i should have been more careful, too." you glance up, and there stands dan heng, a small smile playing on his lips as he bends down to help you collect your books.

"oh, hey again," you greet in a slight breathless tone, unsure whether you should feel more or less embarrassed that you collided right into him. "thanks," you say as he helps, feeling a strange warmth in the air as your hands accidentally brush against each other while reaching for the same book before you both quickly yank your hands back.

"no problem," he replies, handing you the last book. there's a brief moment where your eyes meet, and it feels like time stands still. there's unspoken tension, you think, and its palpable.

dan heng was never a man of many words, you know. then again, one glance from him can hold a million words. despite not being of many words, you never felt any less close to him than your own classmates who've talked your ear off on countless occasions. it might be an inappropriate crush, having one on your older brother's friend, but it's not like you can do anything about it now.

before you can say anything more, dan heng takes a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i better get going."

"right," you mumble, still caught in the lingering atmosphere between you two.

you watch as he turns away to leave you in the empty hall, but just as he's about to walk away, you notice him hesitate and pause in place. your face expresses confusion when he turns to face you again and looks back at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"everything okay?"

dan heng seems to struggle with his words for a moment, his gaze shifting as if he's trying to find the right way to express what's on his mind. it's a side of him you haven't seen before, and it leaves you both intrigued and a tad concerned.

"yeah," he finally says after a moment, his voice a touch lower than usual, like he's in deep thought. "i just wanted to say, um, about the yule ball..."

"oh! did you ask out who you wanted to?" your brows raise as your curiosity is piqued. your curiosity must be a masochist of sorts because why on earth are you so eager to find out something that will without doubt potentially ruin your night?

dan heng chuckles softly. "not quite," he says quietly. "i was just going to ask, did you really mean what you told blade and me earlier?"

"about what?" your head tilts to the side as you scrunch your eyebrows and a thoughtful frown is on your face.

"how you'd like to be asked," he clarifies. "something simple?"

"oh," you smile shyly. "well, yeah. i'm personally not one to love grand gestures of affection with the attention it garners," you laugh lightly to yourself. "why?"

"just wanted to make sure i'd get it right when i asked` you."

"hm," you hum to yourself with a nod, barely registering his words. a few seconds pass and your head jerks up a bit to meet his serious gaze, your face displaying perplexity. "wait, what?"

at your lost expression, dan heng smiles (smiles!) with an amused laugh through his nose. "the advice wasn't for me to ask someone else, y/n." he reveals in a . when you're still too shocked to say anything, he asks instead. "would you want to go to the yule ball with me?"

your heart skips a beat at the unexpected question. for a moment, a long moment, you're frozen in place, trying to process everything he just said. the realization dawns on you that the secret crush you harbored might not be so one-sided after all.

the courtyard conversation wasn't merely about hypotheticals for dan heng, you knew that, but not to this extent! not to mention, your brother blatantly asked you how you'd like to be asked (on behalf of all girls, but still) to the ball. you feel a little bamboozled, to be quite honest, but in the best way.

the air is thick with anticipation as you meet his eyes. the warmth in them is more evident now, and there's a vulnerability that you never expected to see from someone as composed as dan heng.

"really, me?" you ask, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

"of course, you," he says like it's most obvious answer. after a few seconds, his expression turns serious, "if it's uncomfortable for you or if you don't want to, forgive me-"

"no-no, that's not it!" you quickly cut him off before he can finish, waving your hands in front of him. "i'd love to." you beam.

relief washes over him, and a smile breaks across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "yeah?"

you nod in confirmation, still smiling widely. you jut your thumb in the direction of the great hall. "i was just heading to a late dinner. you wanna come?"

dan heng wordlessly nods with a smile and falls into step with you as you both begin walking through the long corridor.

"so...earlier today with blade..." you trail off, breaking the comfortable silence as you recall the courtyard conversation.

"all his idea," he sighs, rolling his eyes. "he knew i wouldn't have just asked so he just had an idea of his own."

"did blade know the whole time?" you ask.

"he's only been bothering me about it since the start of fifth year."

you pause in your step. "fifth year?" you ask, shyly peering at him through the corner of your eyes as you walk toward the great hall.

"yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck as his ears go red. "apparently i wasn't subtle enough for your brother to notice. it took him a while for me to admit it..."

you laugh, recalling on your own side how your own brother taunted you for staring extra long at his friend. was he playing matchmaker this whole time? "does that mean we'll have to thank him at some point?" you can only imagine the shit-eating grin on his face, all by his own behind the scenes doing.

there's a brief silence between you two and you come to the same answer.

"no."

"absolutely not."

.... so that's the first fic im back with! i know im rusty so pls let me be...plots will get better i swear <3 ty for reading! also we just gonna go w dan heng and blade being besties it's an alternate universe ok

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt XI good omens season 1 finale I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, I WAS READING FANFIC.

How is this a title I'm now forced to write. Yes, I know it's been a week since I finished episode 6 with you maggots. And today is the day we start season 2. However, I, the Official Good Omens Mascot, procrastinated writing part XI, because I was reading too much good omens fanfiction. Yesterday I do believe I was reading till 3 in the morning. Thanks guys.

Season 1 finale, or whatever I can figure out with my records of the watch along chat, at least. WAHOO.

[EDIT: I'm back at the intro after finishing this post, and I realised this is a very long summary, because most of it is me yelling at you guys. As I typed it I started reliving my rage of last week. Read on if you dare, yes the post is long, and yes the second half is in all caps. THIS TOOK EMOTION. YOU GUYS BETTER REBLOG IT INSTEAD OF LIKING IT SILENTLY WHILE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN. I WANT MY RAGE EVERYWHERE ON TUMBLR.]

Someone puts a message about how Crowley can no longer sense Aziraphale's presence, and again for some reason covers it with black. My reaction is of course horrified, and then everyone tells me to STOP CLICKING THE SPOILERS, ASMI.

So that's what that was. I realise this out loud, and everyone is ready to cry with exasperation. I explain to them very reasonably that while I don't read every message on the watch-along chat, every time there is a black message I assume it's important and I click on all of them to reveal the text.

Realising the spoiler function has backfired, as most things do with me, the chat sighs and everyone goes for a break. Then someone puts another blacked out message about the bookshop, and I react to that, leading to another blacked out message which simply says STOP CLICKING THE BLACK.

Oops, I already forgot. THE SPOILERS ARE JUST TOO CLICKY. CLICK CLICK CLICK. I HAVE TO CLICK ALL OF THEM.

Someone says I forgive you, Asmi. I reply with Don't bother, which leads to tears and threats to stab me. The chat maggots give up and we start episode 6.

There is a random flashforward. I don't understand what is happening, but then again, I never do.

Back at the airfield. Crowley walks in, recognises their hubby instantly, and takes charge sexily. Then the Bentley bursts into flames.

Crowley is heartbroken. No one comforts them. When I point this out (read, YELL IT AT THE CHAT IN DEVASTATION) someone tells me that this is how it always is.

APPARENTLY DAVID WAS TOLD TO THINK ABOUT THE TARDIS EXPLODING IN THAT MOMENT. I HATE THAT I KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.

Crowley needs all the therapy. Someone says kinder fanfic authors give it to him. LIES, I point out, FIRST THEY GIVE HIM EVEN MORE REASON FOR THERAPY. THEN GIVE HIM THERAPY.

Everyone is yelling about a fanfic called demonology while Adam the Antichrist feels so weird at Aziraphale being inside someone that's not Crowley that he separates them in the First Bigeneration style. Doctor Who is inspired.

Aziraphale like the babygirl he is, tries to girlboss his way through the situation by making Crowley murder the kid.

Pepper FUCKING STABS WAR IN THE NAME OF FEMINISM WITH THE SWORD OF EDEN AND THEN OTHER TWO KIDS END THE OTHER HORSEPERSONS IN THE NAME OF HOMECOOKED MEALS AND ECOFRIENDLINESS AND WHAT THE FUCK THESE KIDS ARE TWELVE WHAT PERCY JACKSON LEVEL OF BADASSERY-

Crowley and Aziraphale give a half-assed attempt at a father-son (gn) talk with the Antichrist as the world is ending. It is a terrible contribution to saving the world. The Antichrist thankfully has inherent common sense, because he wasn't raised by them.

Aziraphale tries to overshare his and Crowley's meetcute and has to be shushed by an embarrassed Crowley who is trying to keep them alive.

Satan is supposed to arrive. I mistakenly assume Gabriel is actually Satan. Which pleases a lot of people.

Gabriel and Beezlebub talk and blame Crowley and Aziraphale (who contributed exactly JACK SHIT to averting the apocalypse).

I kind of ship Gabriel and Beezlebub after seeing them interact for 30 seconds, which for some fucking reason leads to a lot of reactions and yelling. I want them to be together. Which leads to more yelling. PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY CANON?

Satan arrives. Antichrist disowns him. Through the power of Manifestation, Law of Attraction and Positive Thinking, Adam is now no longer the Antichrist, Satan leaves, none of this happened and the BENTLEY AND BOOKSHOP ARE SAVED.

NO ONE IS FUCKING HUGGING CROWLEY. I'M GOING TO STAB A BITCH.

There is the bus stop scene Crowley asks Aziraphale to move in with him and they hold hands I DON'T FUCKING KNOW BY NOW THE CHAT HAS DESCENDED INTO CHAOS I'VE LOST MY BRAINCELLS.

ICE CREAM DATE AND SUDDEN INVASION AND I'M WATCHING THE ACTING AND I'M LIKE HANG ON A SECOND SOMETHING IS OFF AND I ASK SUDDENLY IF THEY SWITCHED.

THAT'S RIGHT, I ASK IF THEY SWITCHED. I KNEW THERE WAS A SWITCH AND I THOUGHT IT WAS MIDWAY THROUGH SEASON 2. BUT THE SIGNS ARE TOO MANY HERE. EVERYONE IS NOW YELLING AND PEOPLE KEEP IGNORING ME.

ALL THE ACTING IS FLIPPED I'M NOT BLIND YOU FUCKERS. AZIRAPHALE'S FACE IS DOING CROWLEY'S COULDNT-CARE-LESS EXPRESSION AND HE'S QUESTIONING HEAVEN AND CROWLEY'S TALKING HAS LESS CONSONANTS THAN USUAL AND NO CROWLEY SASS MORE AZIRAPHALE SASS IT'S THE SAME BACKGROUND AS THE NOSE-SCRUNCH SCENE AND SURELY THAT WAS AZIRAPHALE RIGHT.

EVERYONE KEEPS TELLING ME TO WAIT AND SEE. I KEEP YELLING THAT THEY MUST HAVE SWITCHED.

SOMEONE SAYS I'M EITHER A MADMAN OR A GENIUS. I TELL THEM I'M BOTH BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT DID THEY FUCKING SWITCH.

I'M NOW QUESTIONING MYSELF BECAUSE EVERYONE ISN'T LYING BUT THEY'RE MAKING ME QUESTION MY REALITY SO THE CLASSIC GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSSING.

I'M YELLING ABOUT HOW ONLY AZIRAPHALE WOULD BE POLITE ABOUT JACKETS AND SURVIVE HOLY WATER. EVERYONE IS LAUGHING AT ME. I'M NOW 60% SURE I'M WRONG.

PEOPLE KEEP YELLING WAIT AND SEE AND TALKING ABOUT SADIE AND DOTTIE I HATE IT HERE.

CROWLEY IS IN HEAVEN THAT WAS HIS DISMISSIVE LOOK I'M NOW 90% SURE I'M RIGHT. I'M YELLING ABOUT IT.

ADAM LEAVES THE GARDEN IN A METAPHOR AND THEN AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY SWITCHED BACK. THEY SWITCHED BACK. I WAS FUCKING RIGHT. I AM LIVID. I AM YELLING.

IT'S VERY EMOTIONAL AND NIGHTINGALES AND THEY TOAST THE WORLD AND I'M VERY EMOTIONAL BUT I'M COPING BY THREATENING MURDER BECAUSE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT.

THE END.

SEE YOU GUYS TODAY AT SEASON 2 I GUESS GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[genshinluvr]

A Guide on How to Study

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: You have been studying for three final exams that are looming over you. You stayed up countless nights to study, but you're not retaining any information in your notes and study guides. Luckily for you, your twenty-five boyfriends have the perfect guide on how to study for your final exams.

Note: This is a mini-fic for my university students who have finals coming up! I have finals coming up in three days, and your girl hasn't studied the fifty-plus terms for Greek and Latin 💀 I'm hoping this is a motivation for all of you to do well on your exams and this as a way for me to force myself to study because I really do need to study 🥲Since it's finals week for me, I will be posting mini-fics for Genshin and HSR for this week. I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and on AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.4k

You sit at the table in the library, staring at your study guides sprawled before you. You have four final exams to study for, and here you are, staring at the papers and not retaining the information you need to remember before the impending day. You have stayed up countless nights trying to get yourself to process the given information by your professors at the Akademiya, yet you’re not able to retain any information.

“I’m fucked,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands.

“Still studying for your upcoming final exams?” a familiar voice asks.

You peek over your shoulders to see Venti peering down at you with the other men standing at his side. You sigh, resting your head on the table, and nod. Unfortunately, you are still studying for the final exams. 

The same exams the professors have been encouraging your class to study since the beginning of the quarter. Did you do that? Kind of, but as time went by, you lost the motivation of having to study constantly. It started off just fine, but you gave up halfway into the quarter and put it off. You’re starting to question why you chose to enroll to be a student at the Akademiya. That’s one of your biggest regrets since being thrown into your boyfriends’ world.

Poke.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone pokes you in the cheek. You blink and look at the person from your peripheral vision to see Itto standing close to you. You groan and lean in your seat, sighing once again while stretching back.

Itto clears his throat. “Onikabuto booboo bear, you look exhausted. Have you been taking breaks in between your studies like how we told you to?” Itto asks as he pulls out a chair from under the table and sits beside you.

You stare at Itto, shrugging your shoulders. “Kind of, but I decided to cut my breaks short because whenever I take breaks, they’re longer than it’s supposed to be,” you reply.

Al Haitham raises his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean? Are you implying that instead of taking fifteen-minute breaks in between your studies, you would extend it?” 

You smile at Al Haitham, rubbing the back of your neck before slowly turning to your study guides in front of you. Now is a time to study and act like you weren’t procrastinating not long ago. You grab your papers and flip to the ones you haven’t gotten to yet, and begin skimming through them. Maybe that’s why you’re not retaining information. You’re skimming through them and not actually trying to take time to process the definitions and equations. 

Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temples. “Oh, [Y/N]. You’re setting yourself up for failure if all you’re doing is skimming through your notes. Did you know that berries are good for your memories? I recommend snacking on them as you study,” says Tighnari, reaching for your notes.

You bury your face into your hands and close your eyes. You know they all mean well, but you feel like a child being scolded for not doing well on a test that hasn’t even happened yet. You lean on the table, pressing your forehead on the cold wooden desk, closing your eyes. Dear Archons, you’re tempted to go to give up and accept your fate at this point. You can study in the morning, right? A ceramic plate is placed beside your head, grabbing your attention. You look at the plate to see sliced fruits. 

Zhongli pats your head. “Make sure not to starve yourself as you’re studying. Even if you say you’re not hungry, it’s good to have a snack or two while you study,” Zhongli says, smiling at you.

The only beacon of light during the hard times that is your studies is the men bringing sliced fruit to you while you study. It’s a small gesture, but it means a lot to you. They’re always checking up on you to make sure you’re doing well. While they care about your future in the Akademiya, they care more about your mental and emotional well-being. Heizou and Aether sit across from you.

“If you’re not able to study anymore, maybe it’s a sign to call it a day and continue tomorrow!” Aether suggests, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand.

Heizou nods. “You have time to study for your final exams! If you continue to push yourself, you’ll burn out and lose the motivation to study,” Heizou interjects.

You give Heizou and Aether a strained smile. You grab a sliced fruit and begin nibbling on it. How are they going to react when you tell them how many days you have left in your studies before the impending day? 

Cyno leans over to look at your face, narrowing his eyes while you stare at him with wide eyes. Cyno sighs and leans on the table, shaking his head with disapproval. Did Cyno see through you? This man can read you like a book. He has you figured out, like how he has TCG figured out.

“Sweetheart, when is your exam?” Cyno asks, raising his eyebrows at you.

You clear your throat. “It’s on Friday! The exam is being hosted in the lecture hall at 9 PM and—”

Kaveh looks at you with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, NINE? At night?!” Kaveh interrupts, propping his hands on his hips.

You nod. “Yeah, it’s at night. The exam is almost two hours,” you reply. “I think….”

You pull your calendar out from your backpack and flip to the month. Your brain is all over the place, and you’re in desperate need of sleep. As previously stated, you stayed up countless nights to study, and you can’t remember when was the last time you had a proper sleep. Thoma looks over your shoulders, scanning the calendar you keep in your backpack with you at all times. 

“Oh! Okay, so you made a mistake there. The exam you were talking about, that’s at 9 PM, is your last exam for finals week. You have other exams before that. The first exam starts at 6 PM,” says Thoma, pointing at the scribbled words on the calendar. 

You stare at the calendar and close it, laying it on the table before lightly banging your head on the table. Oh, you’re definitely screwed. After a few minutes, you stop banging your head on the table and sigh loudly.

“Snookums, we can help you study if you’d like! We can go through the notes together a few times, and after that, we can start quizzing you on the materials in your notes and study guides!” Childe suggests, pulling your seat out from under the table and turning you around to face him and the others.

You hum and chew on the inside of your cheek, contemplating if it’s a good idea to have the men help you with your studies. Some of them are going to get bored and distracted, and you don’t blame them since that’s been you for the last few days now. Aside from that, it’ll be good to have someone help you with your studies because someone will be quizzing you on your knowledge of the subject instead of it being you skimming through it and not retaining any information. 

“Alright, I’ll take up on your offer.”

Diluc had you move to another area of the library in the estate. According to your other boyfriends, a change in scenery is good since you’ve been sitting at the same table for hours and would go to the same spot every time you study for any of the exams you have.

“We’re going to set up a routine on how the study session is going to go. All of us will go over the study guide and notes with you, alright?” Diluc says, patting the spot beside him.

You sit next to him and pull your notes out from your backpack. It was a lot to study, and despite the men volunteering to help you, they can see why you get overwhelmed easily with your studies. The study session hasn’t even started yet, and some of them want to call it a day already.

“How are you going to retain all of these things before the exam?” Xiao mutters, holding up stacks of notes and study guides in the air.

You laugh bitterly and shake your head. “I don’t! I just pray to whichever Archon is listening to me and hope for the best that some of these things stick to my brain before the exam starts,” you reply.

Scaramouche plops down beside you and takes some of the notes from your hands. “And does that work?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Sometimes, but it really depends on what I’m studying and how the information is placed in the exam,” you answer. You look at Zhongli and give him a sheepish smile. “Looks like I’ll be praying to Morax before the exam, hoping he’ll bless me and let me pass all of my exams.” You bat your eyelashes at the former Geo Archon.

Zhongli chuckles and shakes his head, handing you a sliced fruit to eat. You grab the plate from Zhongli’s hands before passing out fruits to the others around you. Dainsleif was in charge of keeping up with the time. The only time you can take a break from your studies is if Dainsleif tells you it’s time to take a break.

“You will be going through your notes and study guide for one class. You have an hour to go over it, and once one hour is up, you will have a fifteen-minute break from your studies before one of them starts quizzing you on what you went over,” says Dainsleif.

You raise your hand before speaking, “Wait, so… is the fifteen-minute break a break from studying and I get to relax for a little bit, or is it a fifteen-minute break from going over my notes and I have to refresh my memory before being quizzed?”

“The fifteen-minute break can be anything for you. If you want to take that fifteen-minute break to go through what you have studied, then you can do that. But we recommend you take that time to relax because cramming your studies won’t help,” replies Ayato.

You sigh and flop back on the chair, staring at the ceiling while contemplating your choices in life. This is what you get for wanting to be a strong and independent person who needs no man to help them with being successful. Here you are, having your lovely boyfriends assist you with your studies. As much as you want to show them you can do it on your own, you can’t do it because you have tried it for the last few days, and look at where you are right now. 

Not retaining any information while getting a headache for stressing yourself out. It’s also nice to have company while you study because it gives you some motivation and you won’t feel lonely! Even though you know some people tend to be distracting with their touchiness, they understand how important these exams are for you and your future at the Akademiya. 

“Okay, let’s get started with the studying! We’ll continue this routine up until the day of your exams. When it’s the day of your exams, we will help you with your studies at the House of Daena before you go to the lecture hall,” says Gorou.

You can always trust Gorou to help you come up with a strategy for your studies. The men will give Gorou some suggestions, and Gorou puts them together to make a strategy that is usually successful. The only plan that Gorou came up with that ended up failing was trying to surprise you for your birthday. You were able to figure things out because they took you to many places you’ve never been to, making you suspicious of them.

Baizhu stops before you and tilts your head up, examining you closely while Changsheng slithers close to your face, eyeing you with her dark pink eyes. You blink at Changsheng and Baizhu, watching the white snake retreat back onto Baizhu’s shoulders.

“It seems like [Y/N] hasn’t been taking their melatonin. They’ve been skipping out on their sleep,” says Changsheng.

Baizhu sighs and rubs his temples. “Just as I feared. [Y/N], I know you’re going to take the fifteen-minute break to review the materials you’ve studied. I think it’s best for you to take that time and nap instead,” says Baizhu, stroking your cheek.

You stare at Baizhu and look over at the others, pressing your lips into a thin line. You see, you would love to take a nap during your fifteen-minute break from your studies, but you don’t think it’ll be a good idea. You can do anything other than take a nap.

You place your hand over Baizhu’s hands, giving them a squeeze. “What if I wake up from my nap and do not want to study? Then what?” You ask, raising your eyebrows at Baizhu.

Kazuha sits on the ground and grabs your study guides and notes. “Oh, you won’t have to worry about that,” Kazuha smiles, flipping through your notes. 

“We’ll make sure you don’t over-nap or continue to take a nap after waking up,” replies Albedo, ruffling your hair.

Kaeya smirks, raising his hand up. “But if you do struggle with it, I know a way to wake you right up,” he winks at you. 

You point an accusing finger at Kaeya. “If you’re going to shove your cold hands up my shirt, I will never forgive you for it,” you state.

Kaeya chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. Capitano, Pierro, and Pantalone gesture for you to start looking over your notes and study guides after Dainsleif brings out a timer that Dottore lets him borrow for the time being. The perfect guide to studying is having a study group (even if the person or study group isn’t in the same Darshan as you), taking breaks after an hour of studying, quizzing each other based on what you have studied, having a snack while studying, and pray to Morax that you’ll pass your exams.

If you pass your final exams, you’ll be rewarding Zhongli and the rest of the men with something for helping you study for your final exams. You’re not sure what it is, but you’re hoping it’s not going to involve Mora. 

Note: I was going to post this after the HSR fic, but I was so exhausted that I could barely get myself to type the mini-fic and post it. So, yes, this is a late post. Since this is my finals week, I'm hoping to post the second route of the Burning Desire series after my finals week. Tighnari is next because he did lead the poll and is still leading. I'm going to try to make a new fanfic request form since I'm not a huge fan of the current request form. Any requests sent in with the old/current format are void. Anyway, to my new and/or returning readers, please keep in mind that I ONLY post on my Tumblr (Genshinluvr) and my AO3 (Aaliah_exo)! Nowhere else except Tumblr and AO3!

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[ohsunnyboy]

a spark of light | han yujin ˚₊‧⁺˖

while han yujin isn't the greatest at maths, he is good at keeping your mind off it... that and being an annoyance.

TAGS: pining!!!!, bestfriends! yujin and gn!reader, highschool!au, some academic pressure, gaming, fluff, cuddles and general overwatch terms, lil bit of denial :>

A/N: i don't wanna do maths and yujin would support me in that. self-indulgent to deal w maths hell (i am bri'ish so math is maths)

WORDS: ~650

Inverse sin goes to one over root one minus... differentiate the brackets... sub in... simplify...

There's nothing soothing about maths. Not when you've been flipping back and forth between your formula sheet, always on the verge of doing something but never being quite too sure. It's bad habit to chew your lips red raw every time you try and it gets on Yujin’s nerves but hey, this isn't about him.

"It's not due until Friday you know," Han Yujin, serial procrastinator, says. "You can put the pen down."

"Just need to finish this one," you whine. It shouldn't be that bad: just an inverse tan question but you can't figure out if or how you'd simplify it down. What to do... what to do...

Fwick!

"Yujin!" His head flick and the sound of his laugh makes the weight in your head almost quadruple. You rest your head on the folded table on your lap, only vaguely aware of the characters running about on Yujin's screen.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing is working right in your head right now. You don't think it's the lack of sleep, not with the Red Bull still sitting on the table; it might be your head, spinning with x's and u's and y's. Though, it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you really need is anything but maths right now...

It's not much longer before you hear a sigh, and "Defeat" come from the TV. Oh well, it's what he gets for being annoying at least.

There’s a shift on the bed as you feel yourself roll a little more next to Yujin. Before you know it, he’s dragging you from under the armpits and into his side. You’re too tired to care much, even if Yujin kicks your homework off the bed.

"What?" you whine into Yujin’s shoulder. He smells like the cheap aftershave you bought him for his birthday last year after all he stunk of was his dance practices. “You want to help a poor soul?"

"No, you just think too hard,” he quips, voice a little terse as his Zenyatta gets charged off the map. "It's distracting me." You need to stifle a small smile when he comes back to charge attack the offending Reinhardt to death.

The silence you settle into is comfortable. Another round later, Yujin slips you your claimed plush (a really adorable rabbit plush that you both named Ollie) under your arm, letting you watch and let your mind empty out. Time ticks by, and soon your headache and maths become a distant problem.

“I always think too much,” you say with mirth. The bar at the top of the screen runs into overtime, Yujin’s Zenyatta and a D.va somehow fending off the entire opposing team as he zones off from you. You don’t think he hears you, not with the adrenaline in his ears as "Victory" flashes across the screen.

However, he replies with a toothy grin. "Good, because I need you to think for me." The idiot says it like a good thing. But he looks in your eyes with a spark of light them. Like lightning crackling across a dark sky. "Want to play the next match with me, yeah?"

You always think too much, and do too little. Can you really deny him this? "Fine."

"You love me,” he teases. It’s pressed into your ear and slides like a secret sticky note straight into your heart.

"Totally." You try to roll your eyes but he’s already off the bed in search of your laptop somewhere in the pile of your messes. Careful to put your forgotten homework back onto the table with the empty Red Bull cans.

It also doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what your heart is doing, and where your brain is taking you. Of all the times for your head to work, is right now really worth it?

You don't know what you'd do without Yujin. But you'd rather keel over than admit the solution to all your problems was him all along.

a good lil comfort fic was what i've been needing so here we are :) a like and reblog would be appreciated if you enjoyed! ⭒ masterlist

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 3 | chap 4 | chap 5

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: alcohol, severe angst, longing, bodily issues.

Note: well… idk just read and find out there may be a lil x.

Larissa woke at 4am to start her day, for the first time in a while she hadn’t the energy to get up and be motivated, though, ultimately she did rise and started the monotonous process of her hair after she prepared a cup of tea to rest beside her on the counter in her bathroom. Larissa finished her hair and make up, she dressed and took her empty cup back to the kitchenette and for some reason she had forgone stepping into her office as of yet and opted to sit in bed with her laptop, even though it was only 6am.

It had been 3 weeks since the dinner at my house, Larissa and I had kept in touch from that time, especially since I needed to return her purse. She had come to the front of the school to retrieve the item and thanked me for the the trouble of driving it out to her, I brushed it off and said it wasn’t a big deal, any excuse to see or be near her was a blessing. Larissa opened messages on her phone to see if there were any missed phone calls or texts from any of her faculty or god forbid the board, but not only did she find a sum of ridiculous unanswered questions, I had sent a text to inform her that the cupboard’s are right to be installed and I’m ready whenever is a good time for her.

She replied with “Is today too soon?” And of course I was already loaded to go and told her the time I’ll be there, if it was fine with her of course. 3pm. She jumped of her bed and suddenly had an abundance of energy to burn, for the next six hours she would fly through all of the work she had been procrastinating on doing for the past week and eventually find herself for the first time in a long time out of paperwork, meetings and duties, until the next week obviously. Larissa had taken to going for a spontaneous walk through the school at the time students were doing their extra curricular activities and stopped at every one to greet students. She asked staff if anyone was in need of her assistance to which they all declined.

At 1:30 Larissa had ended up at the lake, she walked the length of the peer and inhaled a deep breath of cold air and let her tense shoulders drop back into a comfortable position, she checked her watch and debated on staying for a while longer or if she should get going, the latter was the choice she settled with. Some days Larissa wonders why she constantly chooses to wear dresses even in the winter, her only con is because she likes them, maybe I should wear pants, it might be warmer, definitely more suitable. What am I even thinking Larissa doesn’t do trousers in public. She thought to herself.

Back in the comfort of her office, she peeled off her gloves and stood so close to the fire she might have caught alight trying to warm up her ice cold hands, the only downside to this time of year to her apparently. Just as she was about to take a seat in her chair, her phone started ringing.

*Violet Hastings*

“Hello darling.” She answered.

“Hey… um im here, is there any easy way of getting the stuff inside before I make myself look like a fool and you tell me there was in fact an easier way.” I chuckled.

“Your parked at the front correct?” She asked.

“Yeah, just go up the stairs and down the corridor and take a left yeah? I only really know the way from your office.” I asked.

“Yes, do you think you’ll manage sweetheart?” She wondered.

“Of course I will, I’ll get into it and I’ll come get you when I’m done, does that sound alright?” I questioned.

“Sure, if there’s anything you need you know where to find me.” She said.

“Ok, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Larissa hung up and debated just coming to find me but decided not to be a bother and only come if needed. She sat in her office doing next to nothing, she even considered cleaning, but knew that everything was already spic and span, she knows that, otherwise she wouldn’t give extra pays the the ones who do the impeccable job of keeping her office, classrooms and the school in general tidy.

I haled all of the cupboards from the back of the trailer to their destination and stuck in to placing them on the kick boards screwing them to the walls and putting all of the shelves in them as well as all of the chrome handles on each door. The cupboards themselves were a mix of dark blue and grey, the handles were simple, but all together matched very well with the aesthetic of the rooms. It took only two hours to complete the six and with all of my tools and power cords packed up it was time to deliver the items for Larissa.

With no students around it was quite easy to manoeuvre the two huge items in and up the stairs. With a blanket tucked under my arm I knocked on Larissa’s door. “Come in.” She was sat in her chair with her laptop placed in front of her displaying the fourth round of solitaire. “Hey it’s just me.” I said stepping into the threshold, only opening the door enough to shimmy through so she didn’t see what was behind the doors. “How did you go?” She asked, closing her laptop and turning all of her attention to me. “Really good, all finished, but I’ve got your surprise with me so I’ll show you that first.” I said excitedly, rocking back and forth on my heels. “Do you now?” She questioned. “Yes and you need to close your eyes.” I said. Larissa gave me a hesitant look before finally closing her eyes. “No peeking! I mean it.”

Throwing the blanket in the floor, I turned and went back to the door opening both of them, quickly bringing them inside right in the middle of the room, I picked up the blanket and splayed it across the items. “Open.” I said looking at her. Larissa’s eyes fluttered open before her expression turned confused, she rose from her chair and rounded the table she was sat at. “What is it exactly?” She asked in a low raspy voice. “See for yourself.” I said taking a step back, only now is it that i find myself so incredibly nervous, I hope this isn’t to much, what if she hates them.

Standing fiddling with my hands, I cautiously watch Larissa as she takes slow steps toward whatever was beneath the fabric. She grasped the corner of the blanket and lifted it up gently revealing the vanity I agreed to give her and as told I fixed, well slightly tweaked, I had extended the legs, retouched the paint and polished the top. Larissa let out a breath that sounded like ‘oh’ and faced me with wide eyes. “Is that ok?” I asked. She nodded before saying anything. “I-I…” she started struggling to find words. “Violet.” She managed to whisper as she was taking her time to examine it again as if she hadn’t already seen it before. I wandered slowly beside her. “I know that it’s probably not really your thing but I just thought if you wanted to…” I leaned forward and winded the internal music box that’s located on the side.

The melody of ‘once upon a December’ emanated from within it. “I know it’s kinda sil-.” I said before she cut me off. “No.” I straightened up and looked at her. “No. This is… beautiful, truly.” She said. “You still have another one.” I spoke. Larissa moved a little closer to the next covered item, it was far larger than the vanity, she re-grasped the blanket and completely pulled it off. “Oh my god! Is this!…is this a desk!?- for me?” She asked excitedly, she dropped the cloth to the floor and was just about jumping for joy. “I thought you deserved a better one than that crappy thing you have, do you mind?” I asked. “Do I mind!? Are you serious! Look at it vi, it’s so big and gorgeous.” She giggled and clamped her hands on my shoulders shaking me a little. “Well it’s all yours, your very own big girl desk.” I laughed. “I don’t even know what to say, just- oh thank you darling I love it, I love it so so much.” She said wrapping her arms around me.

I pulled away and tried to hide my red cheeks, Larissa’s hands found purchase together against her chest and I could tell she couldn’t stop grinning. After a while we decided to completely remove her old shitty desk and put her new one in its place doing the same with her vanity. “Hang on, how the hell did you get these up here and in the room with me hearing it?” She asked out of nowhere. I should have been more noisy. “I don’t muck around Larissa, I’m quite strong.” I said hoping she doesn’t pick up on the small lie. Later on once everything was in its place, I led her back down stairs to show her the end result of the installations in the classrooms.

Larissa was ecstatic about all of the work I had done, she feels so greatfull for all the effort I put into each and every piece I had made. It was almost 5pm by the time I walked her up to her office, she couldn’t help but go and touch the desk yet again.

“Stay right here I’ll be back In one moment.” She demanded. I stood in front of the fireplace waiting for her to return from the doors attached to the wall of the office. She came waltzing out and made a b-line for me. “Hold out your hand.” She asked, I did as she requested and place my palm up in the space between us. Larissa laid three stacks of hundred dollar bills in my hand, my eyes widened in shock. “Is 10,000 enough?” She asked. “No.” I said mechanically. “No? Another five?” She asked. “Oh god no! Larissa I don’t want this I don’t want any of it, you’re supposed to give my boss the money.” I said still holding it. “I’ve already paid for the schools components, this is for the desk and vanity, I know how much the materials cost, mahogany isn’t cheep.” She said. I lifted my free hand to reach for one of hers placing the cash back in her hands. “I don’t want or need a dollar of it Larissa, their a gift, you don’t pay for them, the pieces I used were all recycled from past projects, they don’t have any value… but I appreciate the offer.” I said. “You’re being stubborn sweetheart.” She hummed leaning closer and shoving the money in the back pocket of my pants. I had to physically refrain myself from pulling it out and giving it back to her again.

“Would you like a drink? A big girl drink to celebrate my new big girl desk hmm?” She asked rounding me and walking to a cabinet, she pulled out a bottle of red and a decanter of whiskey. “I don’t know I’ll have to think about it… yep thought about it!” I said reaching for the auburn liquid. Larissa passed me a glass to pour the drink into, as well as getting a wine glass for herself, it wasn’t a surprise that she had an entire cabinet full of liquor in her office I know if I had to stress over a thousand students and deal with the shit she does, I’d have the same.

Larissa kicked off her heels being done for the day and stood in front of the fire place. Orange and pink hues lit up the sky outside with bits of blue and purple, the setting sun casting rays into the clouds like perfection, I walked to the bay window in the room and pulled the curtains away to get a better view, Larissa noticed me not being near her and faced my position, she gazed at my form and the way my head involuntarily rolled to the side in appreciation for the the sky. She quietly moved to be beside me, I could feel her presence but I didn’t face her. Still looking out the window, my lips twitched into a small smile, the feeling of gazing at something so beautiful whilst being in the company of someone who’s just as- if not more beautiful, felt delightful, felt wonderful, right.

“You look like you’ve never seen a sunset before.” She mentioned in a quiet voice just above a whisper. “I haven’t… well no, I mean not for a very long time, I always get to work before sunrise and after sunset, on the weekends I try sleep long enough in the morning and in the evening all my curtains are drawn, because of the position it sets.” I said still looking out the window. I could tell Larissa was staring at me but I didn’t acknowledge it. “It is stunning.” She said finally looking out the glass.

Returning in front of the fire place, I put down the glass of whiskey an turn to Larissa who perched herself on the arm chair she dragged over. “What now?” I asked almost solemnly. “What do you mean?” She questioned taking another sip of her drink. “Well I’ve never been this…close to a client before, the jobs are done, everything is paid for… Is this it?” I wondered out loud not necessarily asking her per se, I guess just coming to relise that this is probably the end of whatever kind of relationship we have. Is it personal or still professional?

“I don’t think i would just stop talking to you. We’ve become good friends Violet… don’t you think?” She asked. Good friends, somehow that felt like a kick in the guts, it’s not like… well nevertheless this is good, good friends right? Good good friends. “Yes I agree, it’s just that I don’t have a lot of time to see you, your very busy, I don’t want to burden you with being yet another person you have to talk to.” I said quietly. “Don’t say that, I enjoy your company and look forward to spending time with you.” She spoke. I picked up my glass once again and held it out in front of me. “To being friends then.” I jokingly toasted. Larissa mimicked my actions and we both drank more.

An hour later and two bottles down I was sitting right next to her in another chair, with my boots off and jumper discarded along with them. We shared conversation about her staff and my past colleagues before she changed the subject. “So tell me, what do I not know about you? Five things go.” She asked. “Oh fuck I don’t know, ooh sorry.” I apologised for my language, thank god she doesn’t hear the vile things I say at work. “Um… five things?” I said out loud, at this point I was tipsy and had trouble retaining things that won’t want her to know, just yet at least.

“Uhh, I’m 38. My birthday is this month. Um, my parents are divorced, but I’m sure you put two and two together, they have been since I was 3. I change my hair all the time and…. I adore all kinds of art, drawings, paintings, poetry, music, all of the above really.” I spoke, pouring another glass for myself and topping up hers while I was at it. “You?” I asked. “Wow, I do have questions.” She said. “Mmmm?” I hummed in waiting. “What’s the date of your birthday and what was your previous hair like?” She asked, swirling around the liquid in her glass. “My birthday is the 12th and my hair was dark brown and very long.” I stated. “I honestly can’t picture it.” She said. I laughed at her, I had to remember not to show her a photo.

“Enough about me though I wanna know about you.” I said. “Ok well I’m 48, and my birthday is the 24th of February. I was raised in a ridiculously lavish lifestyle that I don’t usually brag about, with both my parents. And… I’ve looked the same for years not very much has changed. I too love the arts, usually when I go back to London I visit lots of museums and spend hours a day just wandering around them.” She expressed casually. “You’re so… cool, really, you’re so lucky.” I said. “Why?” She giggled. “I don’t know, your freedom, your ability to be so free when you’re alone.” I said. “And your not?” She asked. “No.” I said not elaborating, wanting to move away from the subject.

“I have another question.” I asked. “You don’t have to answer, but if you went here and your the principal… does that make you an outcast to?” I questioned hoping not to seem nosy. “Yes… is that a problem for you?” She asked. “No!” I said a bit to loud. “Not at all, just, wondering… I think it’s extraordinary honestly.” I said hoping to easy her obviously defensive demeanour. “Sorry i shouldn’t pry.” I said. “It’s ok, I knew you would ask eventually.” She smiled. “If you don’t mind me asking- what, are you though, you don’t need to tell me I’m just curious.” I asked. “What do you think I am?” She wondered raising her brows with a smirk.

“Let’s see… I know you’re not a vampire- no fangs, not a werwolf- to tame, clearly not a gorgon- self explanatory, I know you don’t have telekinesis- not very Larissa, that leaves siren or a seer, but that’s still not right.” I said her face grew more amused indicating I’m right, I’m getting warmer. “I don’t think you’re very common… something special, different, rare perhaps.” I said, she slightly eased her shoulders, but shrugging trying not to give anything away. My eyes flicked down to her necklace while I was observing her state, a moment went by and Larissa could see the gears turning in my head, the longer I looked at it the more I realised how much she thinks I’ll never guess, little does she know that I can see her in plain sight. I snap my eyes to hers and grin not saying a thing.

The more I gazed into her eyes my smile spread and Larissa’s faded. “I know what you are.” I whispered. She scoffed in an attempt to make my decision falter. “You seem so sure.” She said. “I am.” I stated. “So what’s your conclusion?” She hummed. “You know it’s very clever to hide your identity you do it very well.” I said leaning into grasp the chain around her neck. “But not clever enough… remember when I said your necklace was personally made? I should have realised then.” I traced the metal with my thumb, my eyes boring holes into hers. “You my dear are a shapeshifter.” I said knowing I just won this twisted and unspoken game.

“Very good, your no fool.” She said averting her gaze and taking a large gulp of wine. I sat back relaxing against the back of the chair, my chest flushed and fluttering from the close proximity and the reality of the situation. “Do you have another secret I can know?” I asked randomly to break the silence, still up for conversation. “What kind of secret?” She questioned, seemingly un-apposed to continue. “how about love interest, anyone your interested in or have loved in the past?” I asked pretty care free, the alcohol clearly the one talking. “Oh god. No im not really interested in anyone im married to my career, past loves, that is a whole other story. A whole other story.” She said. “Tell me? Please?” I asked. “Well it’s complicated, maybe another time.” She said quietly. “No I respect that, but it always is isn’t it… complicated.” “Always.” She replied.

More hours went by just talking and drinking, it was never my intention to get drunk, just saying that sounds ridiculous, I hardly ever drink and when I do I still have a high tolerance, safe to say I’ve drank enough alcohol within a couple of hours to last a week’s hangover. Larissa was to, not that would ever admit, so much for me being the stubborn one, she was giddy though and I couldn’t stop laughing, if I was sober and sat back watching as a different person I’d be repulsed, but than again I don’t have it in me to care.

Thinking it was a great idea I stood and fell on my ass-Well my ass fell on her. I was trying to walk around Larissa but my knee gave way and I fell into her lap. “Shit! oh my god sorry.” I said laughing, Larissa wrapped her hand around me to stabilise, but she held onto my waist and wouldn’t let me get up. “It’s ok.” She said trailing her hand further to my hip. My cheeks burned, blushing like an idiot, Larissa didn’t say another word, her eyes flicking around the room, I could feel her stiffen as I tried to get up again, but she tightened the grip, her face to was a shade of pink I was lucky to see through the orange glow of the room. “Stay.” She said, but it wasn’t sexual or flirty in any manner, it almost sounded like a sad plea.

If she wouldn’t let me go I may as well get comfortable, I wrapped my arm around her neck and rolled my hips sideways so I was just about hugging her, I rested my head on my bicep and let my feet dangle over the side of the chair. “I’m really heavy, are you sure you’re ok?” I asked. “Yes.” She whispered her gaze now set on the fire, A minute later she spoke again. “You’re not heavy either.” She said. I could feel myself slightly sobering up and hear my heart beating In my ears. I lifted my head so my chin was resting on my arm as well as shifting my elbow manoeuvring my hand to gently stroke her hair. “God you’re so pretty, you know that.” I whispered accidentally letting it slip whilst looking in her dark blue eyes. She turned her head to look at me, her gaze unfaltering and expression melancholy.

Subtly moving again her shoulders caught my attention, how I didn’t notice before was beyond me. “Ohh, you have little freckles.” I said grinning using my free hand to trace her skin, halting my movements on her hair. “They’re like little stars kissing your skin.” I whispered, my eyes unable to retain the average amount of liquid as they became glassy from the heightened emotions, silly I know but for someone who hardly gets emotional over something someone else would find a common thing to be upset or happy about, it’s a big deal.

Larissa was feeling so many thing in that moment, although it was anything but relaxed, she was calm but also a bit nervous and insecure, for the longest time she hasn’t had the privilege of being called such nice things like pretty, or such admiration towards what’s she deems as flaws, because that’s what she saw and heard, admiration. She isn’t just looking in my eyes when I say them, she’s peering into my soul, finding nothing but kind and pure intentions behind every word. Many people thought she ought to be a cunning woman who’s only goal is to be in control and do what ever she can to get her way, in some aspect it was true but she wasn’t a horrid, selfish or malicious person, behind the layers of professionalism she was just Larissa Weems. Rissa. Just Rissa.

I hadn’t seen my oversized work shirt gape at the front, not until I relised Larissa was looking, but in her line of sight wasn’t my bra nor cleavage, it was the stretch marks. Once it clicked, I sat up and removed my arm from around her and shot up swaying a little. Larissa was startled at the sudden movement and stood, her brows came together in confusion and also fright, hoping that what she did wasn’t what scared you away, but she was wrong. Panic riddled my being, I was becoming short of breath and the alcohol didn't help. "I-I'm sorry Violet, please forgive me that was utterly wrong of me to do I apologise." She said fiddling with her fingers on either side of herself. "Please... please forget you saw them." I whispered just about inaudible, but loud enough for her to hear. "What?" She breathed. "I don't-I don't want you to see them." I said looking at my feet. "No I should have not been looking at your br-... oh... oh." She realised it wasn't what she thought, she did infact look at the marks but only for a moment not even long enough to process what she was doing, this is worse, Larissa's stomach churned and her heart tinged at the thought of me panicking because of natural marks on my skin. "Oh darling, I- I wasn't, I wasn't judging, please you have to believe me." She said taking a step forward, I took a step back.

I spun around and picked up my jumper and shoes off the floor and clutched the boots, throwing the piece of clothing on, I struggled for a moment before it finally slipped over my head. "What are you doing?" She asked. "I need to go, I need to go home." I said. "No please it's late, you've had to much to drink you can't drive... just... stay, you can stay here." She said hopefully. She could see my jaw tensing and it was making her more anxious. "Don't bite so hard sweetheart." She said knowingly. I did stop but I still debated just going home, call a cab or a fucking Uber and leave.

I let out a breath i knew i was holding and dropped my shoes to the side. Larissa did the same exhaling slowly, she took another step towards me so slow as if I'd run away if she moved to quickly. It didn't take long until she reached me and grasped my hand. "Come on I'll put you to bed." I absentmindedly flowed her to the doors that access her quarters. I didn't look around the only thing I saw was the floor and then the edge of the bed. Larissa sat me down and retrieved a pair of pyjamas, a glass of water and meds. "Here you can have these to change into, and have the tablets you'll feel ok in the morning." She had another set of tablets for herself and took them taking sip from the glass than passed it to me giving my own meds. "You don't mind that I had some?" She asked. "No I don't mind." I said with my voice breaking a little.

Larissa let me be to change and came back from her bathroom in her own pyjamas and her hair in a lose braid. She walked over to the other side of the bed and reached over to grab my clothes and place them on a nere by chair making sure to pull out the cash and wrap it into my jumper, when she came back Larissa grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her arm and grabbed the throw at the end of the bed. Turning off the large light and leaving on the lamp she paced to the doorway and turned around. "You think you will be ok?" She asked. "Where are you going?" I wondered. “I’m just going to sleep on the futon in the office.” She said as if I was supposed to know that. “No you’re not, you’re sleeping in your bed, I- I’m… not going to allow you to sleep elsewhere in your own home, otherwise I’m just going to leave, unless you want me to sleep out there.” I expressed. Larissa walked back towards the other side of the bed and threw the pillow and blanket back in place and ungraciously fell into bed. I sat up and pulled the covers over myself and her, I practically just tucked her in, making sure she had enough blanket and pulled it up and over her chest leaving her arm out, she was laying in her side facing me and eyeing my movements, curious, she thought.

In all honesty it’s been a very long time since I’ve consumed so much alcohol, I’m glad I don’t feel sick, a part of me is greatfull that I have an excuse to stay but another part is still trying to retreat. Don’t get too close, she will dispose of you, you know what happened last time Violet. Apart of me vaguely thought. Larissa was cautiously watching me as my brows came together in a distasteful manner she wondered what I was thinking, but failed to ask. I rolled over to turn off the lamp beside me and got comfortable again in my original position laying on my side to face her.

Mindlessly I reach for the hem of her satin sleeve on Larissa exposed arm, playing with it for a while I push it upward to reveal her freckled arms again, I can still see them, so clear, so golden in the silver moonlight. The domesticity of how uncannily stunning just one little part of her is, just about bring tears to my eyes. I trace over them again raising goosebumps to the surface of her skin, once I’d had enough and my arm was burning I let myself steal a glance at her, only to find Larissa had already been gazing at me. Feeling the blood rush to my face I went to turn over, however she stopped me from doing so by grasping my shoulder.

It wasn’t just me admiring, Larissa had watched the entire time I was kindly examining, she’s not sure why, but when I’m near her she can’t help but feel so secure, so safe, so… cared for. When she grasped my shoulder to stop me from rolling over, her fingers involuntarily gripped harder to feel the muscle she didn’t acquire, when she found herself doing it Larissa revoked her hand. Her hair is what I focused on, not wanting to hold eye contact, it’s the same colour as the moon itself, just as bright, just as alluring, I stretched out to move the loose bit of hair around her forehead and continued the path all the way to the end of her braid.

What surprised me was that she did exactly the same to me, brushing the bits of hair that had fallen from my ponytail out of my eyes and behind my ear. This time, I looked at her, I really looked at her, taking in every single detail of her face, every line and wrinkle, her eyes. I wish I could see her without makeup. She still adorned makeup but didn’t have her lipstick on, the red stain is what’s left. Larissa let me grab her cheek and stroke it, I ever so slightly brushed my thumb over her cheekbone caressing it carefully almost as if I would hurt her. “I’m scared, I’m so scared.” I said as a breathless whisper. Larissa stayed silent but I could see her wordlessly asking me to elaborate, I shouldn’t have let that out, she doesn’t understand what I mean, I hope she doesn’t, I don’t want her to.

Larissa’s eyes scanned over my features again and she let out a shaky exhale. “I know.” She said, well then. I closed my eyes and moved closer to rest my forehead against hers. Still stroking her face I jutted my chin forward slowly, only a strand of hair widths away from her lips, our breaths deep and thorough. I pulled away to ask permission, Larissa opens her eyes and nodded knowing what I wanted to ask. I leaned back in brushing her lips with my own, she didn’t hold her breath and embraced the moment, both of us letting it happen, Violet… Larissa had grasped my waist trying to pull me closer but I arched my back trying to move away from her touch. Stop now. I did everything to keep that fucking voice at bay, I want this, she seems to want this but I can’t do it. Kissing Larissa was the best experience, the softness of her lips, the alcohol I could taste, she was my every sense, touch, taste, smell, even with my eyes closed I could see her, hear her.

VIOLET STOP. Larissa’s hand just landed on my hip before I ripped away from her completely. I rolled over trying to catch my breath, guilt came gnawing, I squeezed my eyes shut so hard the insides of my eye lids became kaleidoscopic, Larissa was confused, had she done something wrong? Did i not want this? For a while she say laying in the same position just staring at my back, the way she felt so uneasy as to what to do now, does she leave? Does she stay? Her internal questioning was put to a slow when I reached behind me and found her hand, I intertwined our fingers and pulled her arm to wrap under my elbow.

Larissa let out a breath that ghosted over my neck and shoulder, releasing the pent up adrenaline. The longer we stayed there the more I let myself melt into her touch, my back against her front, the sound of her heartbeat. I wish I hadn’t done what I did, but I also know it was the right thing to do. Safe to say the both of us are snapped back to sober at this point and with the alcohol wearing off it won’t take long for sleep to overtake me.

In many, many years this will be the first time I go to bed and I’m not alone, I don’t need a pillow to give the support that isn’t enough, I don’t need back round noise to interject the raging thoughts and loneliness. I have her, I have Larissa, this may be the last time but I know to cherish every fucking second whether I’m in the waking world or not. Her embrace is comforting and gentle, her touch is soft and soothing, as of now I’m going to let myself succumb to sleep and work out what’s going on tomorrow. Once Larissa knew I was asleep she placed a kiss to my shoulder and whispered.

‘goodnight sweetheart.’

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[roxy-writes]

Ok ok but hear me out: giving Dabi head in the shower 🤭🥵

You're finished washing out his hair after he washed your hair, and then you turn him to face you, kissing him hungrily. He's surprised, but reciprocates nonetheless, letting you press him back to the wall, your slick skin sliding together under the water. His breaths are getting faster, and with every touch, you feel him against you, hard and wet and so fucking ready for what you have in mind.

"Can I?..." You glance down to his length, and he throws his head back with a chuckle, "Of course doll, no need to ask twice." Then you're making your way down him, kissing and touching his abs, his chest, all while he's smoothing your head with his hands, keeping your view clear.

"Someone's eager," he muses. "How could I not be?" You're panting, and he smirks, that sexy trademark smirk.

When you eventually take him, using your tongue and hands just right, he's a mixture of gripping your hair to fuck your face or to keep your eyes clear-there's no clear answer.

Do you care? No. But do you love it? Yes.

"F-fuck, doll, keep that up and I won't be able to last any longer- haah.."

"You look good with your mouth stuffed, babe...fuck! I'm...fuck, babe..."

His cheeks are slightly red, and his eyes are lidded blissfully as he takes in the sight of you pleasing him.

His voice, so deep and husky, goes straight to your core. He's fucking stuttering, and because of you?

When he finishes in your mouth, he pulls you up, kissing you deeply. He's fucking shameless; you can taste the remnants of his climax on both of you, and it's only fuelling the fire inside you to work him harder, and faster...

Dabi pulls away, nipping your bottom lip playfully. "Thank you. Now-" he turns you around, landing a harsh smack to your ass, before you hear the water being turned off. "Bedroom. Right now. Call in sick tomorrow, doll, because you won't be able to walk after I'm done with you."

I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG BUT DANG THIS CAME TO ME RIGHT NOW AND I THOUGHT YOU'D APPRECIATE IT IDK 🥵

HELP OMFG??!!!!!?????!!! I DEFINITELY APPRECIATE THIS ALSO SORRY I TOOK LIKE A WEEK TO REPLY I'M NOT EVEN GONNA LIE I WAS PROCRASTINATING

AND THE ENDING>>>>>> I WOULD QUIT MY JOB AND BECOME A GOOD LITTLE HOUSEWIFE FOR THIS MAN I CAN'T

i just know dabi would love shower sex. he'd like the sensation of water hitting his body while your wet mouth takes him in. also dabi is definitely the type of guy to use the shower head to get you off just saying. he'd punish you by overstimming you and he'd buy one of those showers where you can adjust the water pressure just to tease the fuck outta you with it.

also dabi stuttering ahaha. he seems so confident with his words but really he's fighting not to be like h-h-h-h-h-harder every time you touch him.

[stargazestories]

A/N: this took longer to write than I had thought. Procrastination and fear really got a hold on me but I finally managed to create this. Please be lenient with me, I’m getting back into writing smut🙏🏻

Paring: modelJeonghanx plus-sizemodelOC

Warnings: SMUT minors do not read! ❌‼️ cursing, porn with no plot, penetration, pet name? Teasing

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“Jeonghan!” The many voices called out to the beautiful man that came out of the black suv, making his way towards the enterende of the YSL fashion show where the many fans and media were anticipating his arrival.

Jeonghan was one of the most beautiful and successful models and of course he was invited by YSL to come and watch the summer show launch. Many waited outside the show just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. “Jeonghan!” His many fans shouted for his attention and of course he gave the people what they wanted, stopping and giving his admires and the camera all the love they could ask for before making it inside the venue only to be met with more photographers.

While the beautiful man was making his way to the show room after taking many pictures in front of the professional photographers, he had heard a particular name being called out.

“Miss y/n, please over here!”

“Y/n, look over here!”

The many photographers began to yell out for your attention. You were also a successful model and you were a total beauty. You were one of the few plus size models in the industry but that never took away from how stunning you were down the runways and in the magazines. Not only were you one of the most sought after models, you were also jeonghan's favorite.

To say that jeonghan was mesmerized by you since he first saw you walk down the runway at one of the first shows he was invited to, it was an understatement. This man practically adored and worshiped the very ground you walked on. Whenever you were in the same room as him, his attention was always on you and today was no different. “When did she get here” he asked his manager without looking at him, scared that if he took his eye off you, he would lose you. “She just arrived” his manager replied back. “I don’t care what you have to do or talk to, have me seated right next to her” the tone of his voice said it as a demand.

“Sir but the seating-“ he tried to explain how this was impossible but jeonhan was not having it. “Figure it out” he said with such a deep and serious tone that left shivers down the manager's spine as he quickly left to speak to one of the event planners.

As you took your photos in your gown, you made your way past them and soon found yourself locking eyes with the beautiful man across, instantly bringing a soft smile. “Jeonghan, what a pleasure” you extended your hand and of course without another thought, he placed a kiss on top of it and shook his head “please, Y/N, the pleasure is all mine” he softly caressed your hand.

“Always the gentleman” you let out a small chuckle and walked alongside him as you both made your way down to the show. “You didn’t tell me you were attending Angel” he always had a soft and gentle manner when speaking to you. He was known as a flirtatious man and you were not one to easily fall for the type but you enjoyed this cat and mouse that you both unspokenly created since the very first time you met. His mischievous smile and soft eyes could not help but stir up emotions in you, and the flirty nature of both of you kept things interesting.

“I had been busy, I didn’t think I would make it to this show if I’m honest, you understand don’t you?” you looked at him and saw he had adoration in his eyes for you. “Of course, I am just so honored to be seeing you here, looking as stunning as ever,” he added. Before you could compliment him back you noticed his manager behind him. “Sir, the show is starting, you can take a seat now” he was smiling at Jeonghan which only meant that somehow, he was able to change the seating arrangement. You on the other hand were confused at what they were smiling for.

“Please, allow me” Jeonghan turned back to you and gestured you to allowed him to take you to the showroom to find your seat, which just so happened to be next to his.”Funny how we are both sat right next to each other” you looked at him to see if he had anything to do with this arrangement, only to be met with his mischievous smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen please take your seats, the show is about to begin” the announcer began to signal everyone to be seated to begin. This was the men’s summer collection and while you were invested in the looks, the many beautiful models and clothing, Jeonghan would steal glances at you. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on and wanted nothing more than to give you his undivided attention.

You were beautiful, but it was your confidence and charm that had won him over when you first met. When he had seen you down the runway,he was captured by your graceful walk that made you look like a goddess in his eyes. From that moment he knew he had to know you. He went as far as to go backstage after and greet you and present himself. His heart beating fast as you smiled at his every word and thanked him for his compliments. He had then made it a point to go and see every show that you would walk on just so he could be close to you and get a chance to talk to you.

While you were fond of Jeonghan, you found it hard to pursue anything more as he was notorious for being a beautiful playboy from what you had heard from other models. It didn’t stop you from talking to him and having some playful banter though. However when Jeonghan would invite you to dinners or a date you would reject him as you were both models with busy schedules, so even if you wanted to, the likelihood of a relationship working out was very slim. This would sadden you a bit but you did enjoy this little game you both had, Where he adored you and you would only give him crumbs of affection that made him crave and beg for more.

“Beautiful isn’t it” you said as you clapped when the last model finished the show and you stood up to give the designer a standing ovation. “You certainly are” he whispered to you and you could not help but smile and glance at him, “The charmer as always”.

You were guided by the event planners to exit, wanting nothing more than to go back to the hotel and get some rest after a busy schedule. However, You felt a tug on your arm that caused you to look back at Jeonghan. “Have dinner with me” was all he said.

“Jeonghan, I’m tired and have to go back to the hotel”

“Please, just dinner, anything you want..” the puppy eye look on his face almost made you fall for it.

“I have to go” you avoided his eyes and made your way out of the showroom to head out but Jeonghan was able to catch up to you and managed to get in front of you and halted your strides. “Please, I don’t ask for anything but a moment with you, I don’t deserve it but I would love nothing more than just to be with you a bit longer” he always knew what to say to you.

You watched as this man was practically begging for your time, he had done this several times before and you would dismiss him, assuming it was just a game, but the look on his face right now was different.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Fixing the lapel on his jacket, leaning closer to his ear “come by my hotel at 8” you fixed his hair and gave him another smile as you walked past him, leaving him almost stunned that you had agreed.

You were able to get back to the hotel and began to change out of the gown and decided to wear something more comfortable yet elegant. You wore a simple black dress that hugged your figure, some heels and fixed your hair to a simple updo.

Checking the time, you began finishing some touches on your makeup but heard a knock at the door assuming it was the cleaning crew making their rounds. “Come back later” you opened the door where you were met with a rose and a more than happy Jeonghan.

“I couldn’t wait” he handed the rose to you which made you laugh but you accepted the gesture. “Please come in, I was just finishing up” he made his way into the beautiful suite that was provided for you by the agency. “Have a full schedule tomorrow too?” You asked as you fixed your hair in the large mirror of the vanity until you felt a pair of arms on either side of you and both of you locked eyes in the mirror. “Of all the things you want to talk about, you want to waste it with talk of work?” He softly spoke into your ear, earning a playful grin from you. You turned and wrapped your arms around his neck and softly swayed with him,

“Well, what do you want to talk about then?” You asked curiously, wondering what went through this man’s mind.

“You, I want to know about you” his arms that rested on your hips began to caress you softly. “Mmm sounds like you want to get to know me more than just friends” you hummed at him, his smile never leaving as he scanned your face.

“I’ve told you before, I’d love to get to know you better,” he managed to give you a turn and returned you back into his arms, pulling you closer than before. However, this had made you realize what he meant and you pulled away. “Jeonghan…I’ve said it before. You and me, I’m not sure..” you sighed with disappointment and sat down on the edge of your bed avoiding his gaze.

He had taken the rose and didn’t force you to look at him. “I know what my reputation has been, and I’ve admitted that it’s not been the greatest…” he sighed deeply before continuing. “But since the day I saw you, I’ve wanted nothing more than to know you and have a chance with you” he extended the rose to you again. “I will do anything for that one chance” he waited for a response.

You had turned to him and asked “what would you do?”

“I’d quit, all of this I’d leave it” he did not hesitate and left you in shock. This was his career, and here he was willing to throw it all away. The look in his eyes was serious, he would no doubt do it. You shook your head “you don't need to do that, But I do believe you” you took the rose and nodded at him which brought a bigger smile to his face.

“Thank you” he took your hand again and kissed it. “Shall we go? I did offer you dinner” but you stopped him and began to take your heels off which brought you down a couple of inches. “Let’s stay here, we can order something nice and just enjoy each other's company” you offered and nothing sounded better to him.

After ordering food and dessert to be brought up to your suite, you both spent the night eating a lovely meal and talked about anything and everything. Jeonghan couldn’t be happier hearing you talk about your life, what it was like growing up and what other aspirations you had with your career.

“Shall we see what they sent for dessert?” You asked, making your way to reveal what they had sent over since you requested to be surprised and a smile formed as you saw the beautiful assortment of chocolate covered fruit on the platter. Jeonghan came up and took a chocolate covered strawberry, bringing it up to your lips, gesturing you to take a bite.

“It tastes delicious” you licked your lips while looking at him, seeing his expression change from admiration to desire.

“Is it?” He asked and before even giving him a response he leaned in to kiss you.

While you were a bit taken back at first by his action, you couldn’t help but to melt into the kiss. He softly kissed you and held you as if you were the most delicate thing ever and you followed his lead.

As the kiss began innocently, the both of you could not deny the intensity of your desire for each other. You had always been attracted to Jeonghan and there was no question that he was attracted to you from the very start, but neither of you ever thought this tension that was building up was something that would ever be acted upon, until now.

The more he kissed you and caressed your body, the more passionate the both of you became, With you allowing his tongue to explore every crevice of your mouth, tasting the mix of strawberry and chocolate that lingered.

As you pulled away to allow both of you to catch your breaths, he leaned his head down to press his lips against your forehead, causing your heart to flutter. “My apologies Angel, I got carried away” he had respect for you and knew he had been ambitious with just kissing you. This only made you chuckle at how gentle he could be despite his carefree persona he displays to the outside world.

“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it” you teased him and took his hand to guide both of you to your bed where you patted the open space for him to join you.

“You know that I want more than just this right” he caressed your cheek and looked at you for reassurance that you trusted that this wasn’t just a game to him. With a soft nod you leaned and kissed him, feeling his worries melt away.

Again, the kiss began softly, his hands making their way to your body, beginning at the mound of your hip and outlining your silhouette slowly as he deepened the kiss. You couldn’t believe that with just the touch alone, your body heat increased so quickly. The kissing soon became passionate, messier as both of you wanted to taste the other more and more.

As much as he felt like he could kiss you for eternity, Jeonghan wanted to explore more of you and every part of your body to the last detail. Pulling away and allowing you to catch your breath, his lips made their way to your neck, savoring every single one while his mischievous hands had made their way to the straps of your black dress and began to pull them down, earning delightful moans from you.

“Jeonghan” you softly moaned in his ear, as he continued his kisses further south.

He began to peel away the beautiful black dress that adorned your voluptuous body. His pupils dilated seeing your beautiful skin and the black lace lingerie you were wearing. “As beautiful as this looks on you Angel...” he didn’t even finish his sentence before swiftly unhooking your bra, making you gasp lightly as the cold air hit your breast and instantly hardened your nipples.

Jeonghan left a trail of kisses as he made his way to your breast. The sensation of his lips on your skin and the heat of it all was slowly beginning to drive you insane.

How he could just make you feel so good so effortlessly was painfully good. Your hand made his way to his soft hair as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it at first and tugging at it softly. “H-hanie please~” you pleaded for more and he did not deny you.

Still having his lips on one of your nipples, he brought his other hand to fondle your other breast. Rubbing your nipple and giving it a soft pinch that sent waves of pleasure all over your body and earning more beautiful moans. The sounds that were coming from your lips and the fact he was pleasuring you, stirred Jeonghan and the tent in his pants was becoming unbearable, having him groan in both pleasure and pain which you had caught on to.

As Jeonghan was giving your breast all the attention and pleasure, you sought to bring him pleasure as well. Bringing your leg up a bit and rubbing his hard bulge that caused him to moan and send vibration to your now swollen and sensitive nipples. He had pulled away from the wet mess he created and brought his lips back onto yours as he began to strip away at his own clothes desperately.

“Jeonghan, more” you said in between kisses. Jeonghan had managed to take off his clothes and in the process moved your body so you laid comfortably on the bed as he towered over you.

You took a good look at his body, his soft and beautiful face was paired with a very lean and toned physique, but what got your attention was the size of his dick. There were a few times that you had imagined how big he must be, but you did not expect it to be this big and thick.

“Like what you see?” Jeonghan teased you as he noticed that your eyes had been scanning him, making you blush at the fact he caught you.

Jeonghan spread your legs and found that you were already soaking for him, bringing a smirk to his lips and fixed his eyes on your glistening pussy. “Look at you my angel, soaking wet for me” he brought his hand to your wet cunt and used his finger to rub your slit slowly making you mewel. “P-Please” you moaned out and tried to move your hips to get some friction.

“I want to savor this” while it might have sounded like he was joking, he was serious. He wanted to savor the look of pleasure on your face, the desperation. He inserted his finger in your went cunt and slowly curled it inside making you moan louder and grasped at the bedsheet. Adding another digit and picking up his pace, he felt his hand starting to get covered in your arousal.

“Tell me, what do you want, Angel? ” his fingers moved in and out of you faster and faster, making the feeling at your core tighten with every pump. You could barely make out words “I want to cum” you moaned and looked at him with pure desperation and he could not deny, he loved it. The sight of you being undone for him stirred him up even more. “Cum for me baby” he leaned over to kiss you as he kept fingering you faster and faster till you couldn’t hold it anymore and let the wave of pleasure take over your whole body. Jeonghan felt your body shake in pleasure

He pulled back and saw the look of pure bliss on your face. As you were catching your breath, he brought his hand up to his lips and licked his fingers as he smiled at you which only turned you on again.

You noticed his hard on and couldn’t help but to bite your lip and look up at him as you craved it. “Can you?” You asked him.

“What does my goddess want?” He teased you as he leaned in and started kissing your neck, as he rubbed the tip of his dick at your wet entrance. This man was going to drive you insane with pleasure.

“Please, fuck me” you begged him as you moved your hips against his dick for more pleasure. “Of course beautiful ” he kissed your lips again and pulled away to slowly rubbing the tip against the slit of your pussy, watching you squirm as he slowly entered you.

As you had expected, Jeonghans size was something you weren’t used to and he had noticed this. Taking a moment to let you adjust, moving the strands of hair covering your face as he’d talked you through it. “Such a good girl, taking me so well” he slowly moved his hips in and out which replaced the pain with pleasure.

Jeonghan kept a steady pace but this would only last for so long, as your cries of pleasure and the tightness were beginning to push him closer to the edge. He wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, but was finding it hard to keep his composure. “ Harder baby” you asked him for more.

Leaning back he brought his hands to your plush hips and held them as he picked up the pace. Your big breast moving up and down as he kept snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck” he had to close his eyes as the sounds of your moans and your skin hitting his was bringing him closer to his high. “Feel so good” he let out as he felt you clench around him.

“I'm close” he let out as he leaned back in and hugged your soft body, not caring about the pace anymore, he fully rammed his dick in and out of you at such a fast pace that you couldn’t help but to wrap your legs around him and hold onto him. In the heat of the moment you managed to find his lips “cum in me” you said in between kisses.

Jeonghan hearing you ask was the last straw as he jerked his hips deeper and harder into, watching you reach your high again, shivering in pleasure again for him.

He found his release soon after yours, filling you up with his cum. He kissed you again and looked at your pleasure filled eyes with adoration, “thank you”. You smiled back at him warmly and gestured to him to lay by your side, both your naked bodies wrapped around each other's arms as you both spent the rest of the night together.

[plussizefantasia]

hey lovely. i was hoping you could write me a story thing on carlisle cullen where he is the readers doctor and plus sized but she is insecure as hell and gets laughed at by some people in the waiting room at the dr office and she gets really insecure. and he makes it better some how? It would mean alot. thank you! please!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x F!PlusSize!reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: insecure reader, fatphobia, people being assholes, takes place in a hospital

A/N: I totally used this as a way to procrastinate all the work I had to do this weekend and I’m just now realizing that I kind of misread the request, oops! I think this is pretty great though, not gonna lie. Once again, comments are appreciated!

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You didn’t often visit Carlisle at work, but occasionally, and most importantly when you missed him you’d find the time to make it over there and have lunch with him. Not that he’d be eating. This day was no different, despite the fact that you had woken up with him by your side and it had only been a few hours, you missed him terribly. Thus, you had made plans with your boss to take a longer lunch break than normal and picked up a sandwich from the diner on the way to the hospital.

Part of the reason you loved Carlise was his ability to make you feel loved, wholly and completely. He didn’t look past your size, he loved it.

“Your body just shows me the life you’ve lived darling, your softness reminds me that you are human and I love it, I love you,” He’d said when you asked him about it one time. In the moments when you couldn’t understand why he had chosen you, why he’d keep you around when you thought you’d never be able to be as smooth as his kind. They were all beautiful and flawless and you were, well, not.

Nevertheless, he loved you, his heart sang for you and when you were apart all he could think about was getting back to you. You are the other half of his soul, his mate, his one true love and he never wanted to let you go.

Taking your sandwich in a to-go box from the diner, you walked through the front doors of the Forks hospital and greeted the receptionist on duty.

“Hey Sandy, how are you doing this fine day?” 

“Just peachy hon, and you?” She looked up from the computer screen and smiled at you.

“Doing good, came to have lunch with Carlisle, is he available?” 

“I think so, I’ll page him and let him know you’re here, you can take a seat until he gets here.” She said cheerily.

Your stomach dropped, you didn’t really feel like sitting in the waiting room with all these people. You’d never really felt welcomed in hospitals, you had really avoided them until Carlisle had come into your life. Doctors would take one look at you and decide that whatever problem you were experiencing could be solved with weight loss. 

Taking a deep breath, you move to sit in one of the only open chairs left. It seems as though everyone in Forks was in the hospital today. As you sit you begin to look around, clocking the mother and daughter duo in the corner of the room. They continue to talk in whispers to one another and taking not at all subtle looks in your direction. You try your best to tune them out, you really do but when the younger of the duo burst out laughing at something her mother said while staring at you, you can’t help but feel the sudden urge to flee.  While you were still contemplating if you could simply text Carlisle that there was a work emergency and run away, he turned the corner.

He seemed to be in a good mood, when he came into your view he had a smile on his face and you watched as whatever tension he was holding in his shoulder bled out when he set his sight on you. You jumped up and walked as quickly as you could over to him, trying to not seem too eager to leave the room full of people.

“How are you my love?” he asked.

“I’m okay, really looking forward to this sandwich and some time alone with my handsome lover.” You cheekily replied

“Well then, I better not keep you waiting.” He took the bag with the sandwich from your hand and placed his other hand on your lower back. 

As he led you through, the well-lit halls towards his office, you let your mind wander. It isn’t often that people are that obvious about their distaste when it comes to your figure. And no matter how much Carlisle and his family ensured you that they thought you were beautiful, all it took was a mean look and some whispered comments to bring you all the way back to square one. Why were people so cruel? Why did other women tear each other down? Why were you letting this get to you? Question after question rattled around in your brain and you completely zoned out of your surroundings. You didn’t notice when tears started to leak from your eyes, or the concerned look that Carlsie threw your way when he heard your heartbeat pick up. 

Carlisle hates when you cry, he can’t stand you seeing upset. Your heart is one of the only things that matter to him and when it’s in pain, so is he. He didn’t know why you started crying but if had his choice, another tear would never cross your eyelid. 

You seemed to jump back into existence when he gently pushed you down on the couch he had in his office. He placed his icy hand on your cheek and lifted your eyes to meet his.

“What’s wrong? Why is your heart in pain?” he asked so gently as if you would break if he pushed too hard. 

And break you did, with his concerned tone, tears began to flow faster out of your eyes and down the apples of your cheeks leaving trails in their wake.

In one swift move, he took your place on the couch and cradled your shaking frame in his arms. He pulled you in close to his chest and began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. It's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe pretty girl, deep breaths. That’s it, you’re doing so well. You had no idea how long this went on for, but eventually, your cries reduced to sniffles and your breathing evened out. Where there was once melancholy, now there was only exhaustion.

“What happened love?” Carlisle asked. You shook your head but answered him anyway.

“There were two girls in the waiting room, a mother and daughter I think. They wouldn’t stop staring at me and whispering things. They started laughing and I don’t know I guess it was just too much. I felt so small and so huge at the same time.” You let it all out, and as you recalled what happened, the weight on your chest lessened. You took a deep breathe, “I know that I shouldn’t feel this way and that you think I’m beautiful it just-”

“Darling, you’re allowed to feel however you want. There is no should or shouldn’t. Yes, I think you're the most gorgeous woman on the planet but that doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have insecurities, it just means that I’ll have to do my best to remind you just how amazing you really are.” Carlisle cut you off resolutely. His arms tightened their hold on you, “I have eternity to show you just how wonderful you are, eventually it will get easier I promise darling.”

“I just don’t understand why people have to be so cruel.” You responded.

“I don’t know love, but you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You don’t have a mean bone in your body. I tell you what, why don’t you eat your lunch while you do that I’ll retell you the story of the moment I knew you were going to be mine, how does that sound?”

“It sounds wonderful Carlsise, you always know just how to make me feel better.”

For the next hour, Carlisle reminded you of the moment he fell for you when you had walked into the hospital for a check-up. He could tell you were nervous, but you still gave every one of the staff a smile. He had been blown away by your beauty and continued to be blown away by you every day he got to spend with you. 

One thing was for sure, you would spend the rest of eternity listening to Carlise tell you all of the things he loved about you. And you would spend even longer telling him all the reasons you loved him right back.

[darklyndivinely]

All for you

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Pairing(s) - Lucifer x gn!reader

Summary - Lucifer has been working hard, incredibly so. To make him take a well-earned break, you have a plan.

Warnings - Suggestive Content, Fluff, Romance, Reader and Luci make out, Stressed Luci=Needy Luci, Soft!Luci, cursing, Implied smut at the end.

Wordcount - 1k+

A/N - Wrote this today instead of studying when I have an exam in four fucking days. *shakes head* The chokehold this man has on me is insaane! Please enjoy the love-child of my procrastination and touch-starved heart.

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You knock on the door, balancing the tray in one hand. You are not surprised when no acknowledgement of your greeting rings out. You don't even remember the last time Lucifer had set foot in the dining room to take part in the family dinner, much less the kitchen for a bite of food. You had shared a maximum of a dozen words with him in the past week, as consumed as he was by his work.

You twist the handle of the door, feeling the familiar magic fizzle around your hand before the resistance ceases. You walk in; shifting the tray in both hands and gently nudging the door close with your hip.

Lucifer doesn’t look up at your entrance, still focused on the assortment of papers on his desk. He looks frantic as he works, forehead creased and fingers white from his deadly grip on the pen.

You set the tray on the little table by the hearth as quietly as possible and pick up his cup. He flips through a thick translucent file, scans a page, and notes down something on a small piece of paper. You inch closer to him surprised he hasn’t already noticed your presence. It must be extremely important paperwork for him to not be aware of his surroundings. Over his shoulder, you can see him calculating a bunch of eight-digit numbers.

He growls, slamming his hand down on the table. “Fuck!”

“Everything okay?”

He looks up from where he had thrown his head in his hands, doing a double take when he sees your wide eyes and the cup you hold in your hands. He softens, frustration seeping away for the moment. He rubs his eyes tiredly, inhaling heftily, and reaches out for the cup. “I apologize. Everything’s fine. Did I startle you?”

“No,” you reply, watching him sip the coffee you had made and feel a smirk flicker at your lips when Lucifer halts in faint surprise. The Hell Coffee had to be awfully bitter. The pause is brief though, he resumes his drinking quickly. You huff noiselessly and walk around his figure. His muscles are tense under your fingers, shoulders bunched with how long he’s been working.

Lucifer puts down the cup when you apply pressure on his shoulders, and leans back into your touch with a deep exhale. You massage his muscles firmly, taking care to press with appropriate pressure at the junction of his neck.

“Thank you,” Lucifer breathes. “I don’t say it often enough.”

You laugh. “It’s alright. You show it enough, that's all that matters.”

Lucifer grunts, reclining in his seat further. Peaceful silence thrums in the office, only filled by the dying crackle of the hearth and the soft ticking of the wall clock.

“I came across an error in last month's maintenance budget,” Lucifer starts, eyes closed and hands cupped around the warm cup. “Dire enough that I’ll have to talk it through with Diavolo.”

He pauses. “Tomorrow I’m having dinner with him. We're to finalize the categories for the Talent Hunt, and sort out the individual budgets." He brings the cup to his lips, "I would ask you to come along, but I imagine it’s going to be more work than fun.”

“Don't forget to put some food in you while you're there. Even demons need their occasional nutrients.”

Lucifer sighs, lifting his head to look at you upside down. “I'm sorry I missed the past couple dinners. The work has been piling up with incredible speed and I could no longer push through it steadily.”

You comb his bangs away from his eyes. “I get it, really. I just want you to spare some time for basic necessities, you know. Come down for food at the least, you don’t have to stay long, fifteen minutes at most, and then you can get back to your work again.”

Lucifer nods, turning around in the chair. He clasps your raised hands in his. “I promise. I’ll make sure to never miss dinner again.”

You smile at him and bring his hands to your lips. Your eyes gaze into his as you press your lips to his knuckles.

The change is instant. His eyes darken, the red of his irises flaring up against the black as his eyes fall onto your lips when you pull away.

“That Hell Coffee was much appreciated. However, it has made my mouth rather bitter.” Lucifer says, dark voice sending a thrill up your spine, “Now I’m craving something sweet.”

He stands, making you step backward. Sometimes you genuinely forget how tall your lover is. His hand sneaks around your waist, warm fingers igniting goosebumps all across your skin.

“You wouldn’t mind if I satiated my craving, would you?”

“No,” You breathe on his lips, “I don’t mind at all.”

Lucifer's hand tightens around your torso as he smashes his lips onto yours. A litany of curses lights up your mind, not unlike a display of dazzling fireworks. His lips are familiar against yours, a heady fragrance of cinnamon and woodsmoke capturing your senses. Why were you always so overwhelmed by the littlest of things this man did?

His other hand slides against your thigh and easily hoists you up. You lose yourself in him, in the feverish feeling of his hands roaming your body, the addicting taste of the coffee you had made on his lips, and the surprised moan he spills into your mouth when you tug at the hair on his nape. He walks over to the sofas in the center, navigating the familiar room easily.

He drops you on it as you look up at him. Pride blooms in your chest in roaring waves at the sight; Lucifer's tidy appearance had come undone beneath your fingers: popped collar, mussed hair, and reddened lips and deep creases in his shirt. All to think because of you. Somehow, Lucifer's eyes glaze over even more, and he takes in a shuddering breath before his lips pull apart in a beautiful grin.

"Oh, darling! All for you."

How lucky you were that Lucifer had taken your bait. Everything was going according to plan, and you loved it.

[burntcarpet]

If you are okay with RO scenario.

This is a tumblr classic but the ros' reaction to mc having a hickey on their neck only to find out it's a mosquito bite later on?

I'm only writing this for Chris because realistically he's the only one dumb enough to mistake a mosquito bite for a hickey, so this will be longer than the usual asks :) Also, this is set in an alternate universe where the world is peaceful and Chelsea is your ex-girlfriend for extra angst potential. This took so long because I forgot to save it and procrastinated rewriting it I'm sorry😔

Chris's heart raced as he stood outside your door, his palms clammy with nervousness. "Okay, Chris, you got this," he muttered to himself, taking deep breaths to steady his nerves. After years of struggling with his feelings, of silently watching from the sidelines while you dated his other best friend, he had finally worked up the courage to ask you out. As you opened the door, a pang of uncertainty stabbed at him. You looked stunning, as always, but there, on the side of your neck, was a faint red spot. It hit him like a punch in the gut, yet, he quickly shook off the thought, telling himself it was no big deal. You're single, after all. It's perfectly normal for you to spend the night with someone to relieve stress. Perfectly normal. 

Despite his unease, Chris forced a smile onto his face. "...How's it going?" he asked, the words feeling awkward on his tongue. Your eyebrow raised in response to his odd tone, "I'm good? Do I look like I'm not?" you countered, looking confused. "No, no, you look fantastic," Chris hurriedly replied, avoiding your eyes. His mind raced as he tried to ignore the implications of the mark on your neck. Fiddling nervously behind his back with the bouquet of your favorite flowers he had brought, Chris's eyes drifted to the takeout boxes on the dining table, all too familiar from Chelsea's favorite Thai place. "Did Chelsea spend the night?" he questioned, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.

You perk up "Oh! Yeah, did I not tell you? We got dinner together last night. You said you were busy so I didn't ask you. She left just a few minutes ago actually." Your casual confirmation sent a pang of jealousy coursing through him, though he tried to quell it. You were friends with Chelsea, and hanging out together was perfectly normal, even if you used to date, and even if you were alone with her. His stomach churns as he is reminded of the memory of Chelsea wearing only your shirt, her long hair failing to hide the bruises on her neck while you smiled and fed her pancakes—the same pancakes you had always made for him—sitting at the table where you used to eat every meal together, in the apartment where you both slept.

"I got you something," Chris interjected abruptly, thrusting the bouquet towards you. Startled, you accepted it with a laugh. "No need to be so forceful," you teased, gesturing for him to sit beside you on the sofa. "What's the occasion?" you inquired, curiosity evident in your voice as you admired the flowers. Chris hesitated, avoiding your gaze. "Just felt like it," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing. Sensing his unease, you decided to change the subject, suggesting watching a movie. As the film played on the screen, Chris found himself unable to concentrate. Is this it? Was he destined to watch from the sidelines once again? He wants to leave. If it were anyone else, he'd take the risk and spill his heart out, but you were his best friend. And even though he wasn't as close to Chelsea as you were, he valued her presence. What if you were repulsed by his feelings? What if he ruined your relationship, or worse, the one between you and Chelsea?

"Chris!" Your voice jolted him out of his daze. "Y-yeah?" he stammered, turning to face you. Concern flashed across your face. "Why are you acting so weird? Did something happen?" you asked, puzzled. Chris chewed on his lip, debating whether to voice his concerns. "I... I didn't realize you and Chelsea were back together," he admitted, the words slipping out before he could hold them back. It was more of a statement than a question. Deep down, he dreaded the possibility of hearing confirmation that you and Chelsea had indeed gotten back together. Your incredulous expression caught him off guard. "Excuse me? What gave you that idea?" you demanded, confusion evident in your tone. Unable to meet your gaze, Chris mumbled, "It's just... I saw the mark on your neck, and I thought..." He trailed off, unable to voice his fears. You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Chris, I didn't hook up with Chelsea. It's just a mosquito bite," you reassured him, pointing to the redness on your collarbone.

Relief flooded Chris as he realized his mistake. "Oh, a mosquito bite! That makes sense," he exclaimed, his embarrassment evident. “It's summer right now, you should use bug repellant, don't want you to get all itchy. Remember the time when we were kids and I got bitten-" He rambled on, attempting to divert attention from his embarrassment, but you cut him off with a pointed question. "Were you acting weird because you thought I was dating Chelsea?" you asked, your tone gentle but firm. Chris paused, his face flushing crimson as he looked down. "It's not that... It's fine if you and Chelsea get back together, I just..." His voice trailed off into a whisper. Your lips quirked up, he's always so cute when he's embarrassed.

"Are you jealous, Chris?" you teased, a playful glint in your eye. Chris pouted, his cheeks flushing even more. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his gaze fixed on you. You laughed, inching closer to him. "You shouldn't be. You're the one I've been spending all my time with lately," you brush a lock of wavy hair behind his ear, your touch sending a thrill through him. The words tumbled out before he could stop them. "I like you." Your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden confession. Chris appeared even more embarrassed, but he pressed on, his words rushing out in a breathless torrent. "I've always liked you, but it took me a while to realize it. I shouldn't have pushed you and Chelsea together back then, and I can't bear to see you and her together when I wish it was me.” He spoke without pause, his voice growing more desperate with each word. "I've spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to hold your hand, to feel your body against mine. I've tried to ignore these feelings, but they've only grown stronger." His chest heaved with emotion. "Please, I know it's selfish of me to ask, but I can't go on pretending anymore. I know we joke around and flirt with each other, but that’s not enough. I need to know if there's a chance for us, if you feel even a fraction of what I feel, or if this is just a game to you."

Your mouth opened and closed, unsure what to say. After a moment of silence, you realized that words alone wouldn't suffice. With a surge of courage, you leaned forward, closing the distance between you. Before he could even process what was happening, he reciprocated, his arms enveloping you, drawing you closer. Your bodies melded together, his lips meeting yours in a tender, long-awaited kiss. Your lips felt like coming home, like all the pieces of his heart finally falling into place, the uncertainty and doubt melting away as your hearts beat as one.

[xingyoi]

Seduction Tactics?…

Secret Kiss with Knight : Otome

Mordred x Reader

Summary : Mordred comes to bother you in the castle for your affection again.

Word Count : 1,152 words

Type : 20% Fluff : 80% Suggestive

tw : set about the time of episode 12-ish, Reader/Mc crosses their arms like 3+times, fem reader, If you have no hair and/or have a shaved head, I’m sorry bc it will mention him brushing his hand through your hair 😭

Author’s Note : literally looked up the meaning of fondle because I didn’t want to use it wrong here. Spent part of a week or longer procrastinating this. I feel like I ended up making ‘reader’ really moody.

The midnight blue sky, with bright stars, shined moonlight down into the corridors of the castle. Which is where you were.

You were coming back from Arthur’s office, talking about the blueprint of your weapon—your gun.

Until you heard the familiar mewl of the same black cat that keeps coming around. Ignoring it at first, you kept walking—staying confident in your strides while making your way back to your chamber. The cat followed you and continued its noises.

“What? What do you want Mordred?”

You finally addressed him, turning to him with a scowl on your face. Crossing your arms, you waited for his response.

“What’s with the hostility? Thought we were close. You should also be more careful about how loud you speak. Someone could have heard.”

His tail swayed back and forth, his tone sounding more amused than annoyed. “What do you want?” You repeated, hoping to make it quick.

“Just you.”

His quick reply caught you off guard as his straightforwardness is…not often.

“…What?” Your shock had been very evident as he seemed to have made a sound similar to a chuckle before he leapt from the railing and made his way to the room you two have met together in before.

Following him, you stayed cautious. His intentions weren’t clear and the Eternal Night was getting closer. There’s no telling what he might have been trying.

Once you finally came to the door and stepped in, he came in behind you. Moments later, the click of the lock sounded. Turning around quickly, you saw that he stood in his regular form—no longer a cat—and had his hand on the doorknob.

“No one will disturb us now.” He said with a playful grin, stepping closer to the bed in the room. Staying where you were, you watched him sit on the edge of the bed.

“What are you trying Mordred?” Skepticism heavy in your tone, you crossed your arms again.

“Nothing. I have no information to give you for now. I just came here to see you once more before the Eternal Night when I conquer Camelot and claim you as mine.”

His confidence was nothing to scoff at. It wasn’t the first time he said something like this. He truly believed he would defeat Arthur and would take over Camelot.

“You wish.” This makes him look at you now. He stares at you for a moment before laughing maniacally. After a few moments, he calms down and only grins.

“We’ll see if you’ll still be saying that when it truly happens.”

“What did you even come here for Mordred? You’re wasting my time.”

His grin doesn’t falter as it becomes a smirk while he pats his thigh. “Come closer.” Hesitantly, you walk further into the room. Standing before him as you make no move to sit in his lap, he wraps his arm around your waist and makes said action for you.

Now sitting in his lap, his other hand comes to the back of your head, pulling you in to kiss him.

He smirks as your lips are connected, his hand now brushing through your hair. His other hand however, is trailing further downwards as he tries to put his palm on your thigh from under your dress. Though his actions are stopped as you grab his wrist, halting him from going any farther than just barely under the hem of your dress.

Pulling back slightly, he tries to start speaking—but you cut him off before he gets a word in. “You might’ve come here to do ‘it’ with me, but I didn’t. The only thing you’ll be getting right now, is just kissing and failed advances.”

Pausing for a moment, he stares up at you. “So I still get to make advances, but you won’t let me go through with them. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” You nod, relaxing just a slight bit before he closes his eyes and smiles. “Well, it’s a bit disappointing that I can’t have that, but I shall make do with what you’re allowing.”

The next minute, he’s already brought you back in for more. Kissing passionately, heavily breathing as his hands move up and down your body. Every now and then, he’ll stop moving his hands—squeezing wherever he stopped them at, before he continues fondling you.

This continues for a while longer. And while you and Mordred were once sitting up, he eventually let you push him onto his back—just so he had more chances of grabbing you in other areas. Pulling away from him, you worked to get your breath back. Meanwhile he brushed a hand through your hair, smirking at you.

“Why don’t,” You pause, taking a breath to steady your voice. “Why don’t we go to my chambers? For the night?” You watch as he looks like he is contemplating it. There’s little doubt in your mind that he’s actually thinking it over, rather than just messing with you and pretending like he’ll say no.

“Well… I don’t know if I’m able…” His smirk gets bigger, clearly teasing you. Narrowing your eyes, you sigh. “Then. I guess you can go back home. Or you can cut the crap and stop messing around.” His eyes widen just the slightest bit, before he just smiles again.

“You’re so feisty. It makes you even more captivating.” 

You groan exasperatedly. “Look, stop being stubborn! Just come with me to my room.” You tell him as you stand up off the bed, straightening your clothes. He follows your actions, standing up and smoothing over his clothes.

You walk out of the room, looking both ways down the hall to make sure no one would you see you. After there was no sign of anyone, you take a few steps down the hallway towards your room, checking behind you to make sure Mordred was following. 

He stayed behind you in cat form, as to not be recognized. A few minutes later and you arrive in front of your door. Stepping inside, you laid down on your bed, savoring the moments of calm before the storm in the comfort of your sheets.

Sadly, said peaceful moments were cut short because Mordred, having already gone back to being human. He didn’t waste the opportunity to start kissing at your neck.

“Couldn’t have let me have some peace before you did that?” You ask, criticizing him for having no patience.

“Couldn’t wait~” You groan internally, knowing this will be a long night with him.

All through the night, you continued what you did in the other room. Making out and fondling one another, up until you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You felt happy, despite Mordred having some, many, screws loose. You slept happily, enjoying the warmth of being in his embrace.

But that happiness died when you awoke. Finding nothing but the coldness of your empty sheets.

[isnovelman]

Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 7

'It was really fun.'

I frowned at the yellow fox on the desk, then began to open the letters I had delayed replying to over the holidays.

Most of them were letters of invitation to social gatherings or tea parties. Some came from the temple.

“Ugh.”

Looking at the seal and autograph, it was a letter from the Pope. Instead, there was a message asking you to visit the Heleia Dominion, where the temple is located.

“Ah, The temple has nothing to do with it, so where do i go?”

refuse!

Not only the Pope's letter, but also all other letters were rejected. However, she could not write a reply of refusal to this blue-glossy letter.

'I have a loyalty.'

While I was procrastinating for a day or so because I felt burdened with socializing, I saw the letter from the 5th Princess and suddenly thought that I could not put it off any longer.

‘As long as I live as a vested-class family in Asteia, I have to keep fighting and frying with the nobles. '

If I have to resume social gatherings, I'm most attracted to starting over at a gathering hosted by the 5 Princesses.

I am a close friend who gave me full trust even before I awakened my divine power, and my perfect side who came to me even in battle, how can I refuse.

I picked up a quill and started writing a reply to the 5 princesses.

2. Deborah's Friends (?)

After the battle with the Great Demon, Princess Deborah became the most popular figure in the Empire in name and reality.

There were even aristocrats holding meetings on the subject of princesses, and the enthusiasm for her hardly ever stopped.

“Is there any news about Princess Deborah recently? I've heard of your betrothal to the Duke of Visconti, so let's move on. ”

“Nothing.”

The news of Deborah and Isidor's engagement was noisy for just one day.

To be honest, with eyes and ears, anyone would have expected it. On the contrary, there were people who asked if they had not yet been engaged.

It was still surprising and bewildering that Princess Deborah, rather than the saint, was incarnation. I understand with my head, but should I say that cognitive dissonance is coming.

“I want to see her.”

“I know, right. When I think of that time, my heart still rises even now. That godly and holy power that drove away evil demons...The word divinity is not worth it at all.”

“I saved my life thanks to her while fighting a monster. She is the life saver.”

“She has done such a heroic deed, she should be admired by everyone in the social world...”

But instead of enjoying explosive popularity, Princess Deborah chose to stop socializing and live quietly at home.

“I think the high-pressure and arrogant attitude of the princess was also an act to deceive the evil warlocks!”

“After all, Saint-sama first.”

While praising her modesty, everyone was in a state of disappointment, but news came that the princess, who had been ignorant, had accepted the invitation to a social gathering for the first time. It was a tea party held by the 5 princesses.

“After all, the closest to Princess Deborah was Princess 5.”

“I wondered why the two of them are close, but birds of the same feather gather together, and it seems that outstanding people instinctively recognize each other.”

The 5 Princesses, who helped get rid of demons with powerful fire magic, also enjoyed great popularity in the Empire.

The reason that the honor of the imperial family, which was tarnished by the 4th Empress, did not roll down to the bottom of the basement was because the Crown Prince and 5th Princess risked their lives to participate in the battle to establish the face of the imperial family.

“What other great people would you like to invite to this tea party, Princess 5?”

“Aren’t you going to be given the honor of attending that tea party?”

“This is the gathering you most want to be invited to in the new year.”

***

“Where is the best place for a tea party? I want to show the princess the glass cabinet where my magic tools collection is displayed.”

“Princess, it’s a shame, but how about some ordinary place other than the exhibition hall?”

“Hmm. There are only ordinary waiting rooms, so I can’t decide right away.”

Meanwhile, the 5th Princess was very excited that Princess Deborah was coming to the imperial palace. Although she had visited Seymour herself before, it was the first time that a princess had come to visit my palace.

She was so excited that she was preparing to welcome guests with the imperial court maids a week before the tea party.

“… what clothes do you wear? Studded with purple amethyst, how about this outfit? It's an expression of my affection for the princess.”

'Affection? You must have misunderstood friendship?'

“Does it suit you?”

“The princess really goes well with whatever clothes she wears.”

Every time the 5 princesses, who were tall and had a cool and cool appearance, changed their clothes, the maids trembled, saying they were cool.

“Princess, what kind of tea should I prepare?”

“Prepare the tea leaves I brought from the Principality of Miro last month. Desserts to go with it.”

She even robbed the precious tea leaves so that the emperor made a safe and managed it separately. She even called the chiefs of the imperial family and ordered her to make a seven-story cake.

On the other hand, the news that the 5th Princess is preparing a tea party with all her heart and soul has been like a rainstorm for the young girls of the capital's social circles.

Most of the high-ranking nobles and imperial officials were very busy with the aftermath of the Great Demon case, and the social circles led by the high-ranking nobles were also in stagnation.

By the way, what a tea party of saint and 5 princess!

Who will be invited to the tea party attended by the most popular people in the empire!?

5 The young girls who were close with the princess were inflated with anticipation.

'I can brag in front of others for the rest of my life! '

'The best network and opportunity to grow stronger!'

However, no matter how long they waited, the letter did not come to them.

***

“Vivien, the tea party you are preparing these days. Haven't you decided who to invite yet? It wasn’t on purpose.”

Upon hearing about my sister's grand tea party, the Crown Prince asked as if passing by, and the 5 Princesses smirked.

“I was just trying to get to know each other. When the hell did the rumors come out?”

All, alone?

The prince's pupils trembled without mercy.

“Hey there, brother. I don't want to pretend to be Isidor. He said he was my best friend before he was my political backer.”

“I should have a cup of tea, so why are you going so far? Do you think I should run with my gloves on and have a political battle with the Duke of Visconti?”

“Come on, wait. The fact that they tormented me for three days and three nights asking for a major overhaul of the biased empire's marriage law... I do not remember?”

The Crown Prince looked at my younger sister with his eyes like a bomb that was about to explode. anxious not knowing.

“Hmm! I'll take care of that as it is, and the princess... got engaged.”

“Um? I thought you wouldn't admit it.”

The prince thought it was a little surprising. It's because my younger brother always saw the end when he got stuck on something.

“Even though I have no back, I know how to keep the line in front of me.”

5 The princess replied calmly.

If it wasn't for Isidor, Princess Deborah's betrothed partner, it would have been difficult to accept. She's called Deborah because she's the most ecstatic person she's ever met.

He is a man who is willing to wear pink for his partner, so he gives up with a big heart.

'Actually, there was no room to intervene.'

Feeling bitter, the princess spoke softly.

“… Still, Princess Deborah's best friend is me.”

After the unfortunate incident of summoning demons. She was recognized by the aristocratic society thanks to the princess resuming her social life at a party I was holding. The two of us are best friends.

“By the way, who else does the princess have any friends other than you? Ugh!”

The princess suddenly closed her mouth, and the Crown Prince was unable to speak.

“She doesn't have any close friends other than me! That's right! How good is the princess's personality... Hmm? · It's cool. ”

“okay… ?”

My brother seemed to be very suspicious, so the 5th princess, who had an oval, impulsively raised a quill to write an invitation.

‘But, who else have you been friends with other than me? '

She squeezed her memory tight.

“kyaaa!! ”

“Uh, what’s going on? ”

“My sister Michelle said she received an invitation from the 5th Princess.”

That night, Michelle's shouts of joy echoed through the night in the writer's residence after Granbert Hu.

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[fanatic-domain-fanfiction]

I remember you shared part of it with me a while ago, but would you be interested in finishing the story of Kazurei’s first kiss? UwU

I remember what you were talking about! It's part of a longer fic (that I didn't publish before the finale where things happen a little differently as I need to tweak it). This happens after events go down at the Suwa Mansion and Rei is resting, under the orders of Kazuki. Hope this is good enough for you!!! TW: mentions of murder/death (they are two assassins after all)

“Didn’t you say I was meant to help?” Kazuki pulled his coat on with a sigh. “You resting is helping right now and you know what some of the daycare mothers can be like. You turning up all battered and bruised is only going to bring up more questions and we’ve got enough to deal with.” He strode over to where Rei was sat on the couch playing Morio Kart, a blanket draped over him that Miri had insisted on. Kazuki leant on the back, standing quite close to his partner. “Take the time to catch up on your games while Kyu and I sort out what’s happened.” Rei nodded, only pouting slightly. “That’s settled. I won’t be long.” “PAPA!!” “Okay, Miri! Be back soon,” Kazuki chuckled and leant down, turning his head towards Rei, eyes slipping shut as he gave his partner a gentle kiss.

Rei’s character fell off the track as Kazuki sprang back, eyes wide. His mouth opened and closed like some sort of goldfish as Rei stared at him. “PAPA!!!!” “Right! Yep. Daycare. Bye, Rei.” Kazuki quickly ran over to the door, grabbing his umbrella and ushering Miri out of the door. “Papa, why is your face all red?” “Because it’s too hot.” “But I’m cold!” “Well, I’m too hot-”

The door slammed shut leaving the apartment filled only with the noise of Rei’s abandoned game. *** Kazuki stood in the rain, watching Miri run inside. He almost wished he could stay a bit longer before having to go back and face Rei. Maybe he could get some shopping in… there must be something that they needed, but he’d just been out the other day. “Kazuki? I thought Rei usually brings Miri today.” He looked over and saw a couple of the mothers had walked over. “Yeah, he normally does but… Rei’s had a difficult weekend and just needs some time.” “Oh no! If you don’t mind, what happened?” “He lost his father. It was all quite sudden,” Kazuki said, wondering if you could describe pre-meditated murder as sudden. The mothers gasped and quickly started offering their condolences, even if it felt quite unnecessary to Kazuki. “What’s Miri been like about it?” “We…” Kazuki scratched the back of his head. “Decided not to tell her. She doesn’t even know him anyway and he’s never been interested in getting to know her. We would rather keep things as normal as we can for her.” “If there is anything we can do to help, then you shouldn’t be afraid to ask.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” Kazuki smiled and left to face the inevitable… whatever that might be when he got home. ***

Kazuki hesitated at the door. It would be fine. It would be fine. He could always… play it off as a joke or just apologise. He’d messed up. At the very least he should have asked before just… kissing him! Oh God… had Rei even kissed anyone before? Kazuki wondered if maybe staying out here would be the better option for now.

No.

He had to speak to Rei. He had to get this sorted out… at least before he had to go and pick Miri up at the end of the day. He had time… but the more he procrastinated, the less time he had. Taking a deep breath, Kazuki opened the door. “I’m back!” he called out, looking towards the sofa as he took his shoes off.

No Rei. Just the blanket. Where was he!? He was meant to be resting!

Kazuki hung his coat up and walked in. “Rei! I’m home!” “Hey,” a voice replied from the kitchen, pouring out a mug of coffee. “What did I tell you about resting?” “I was thirsty.” “And you couldn’t wait for me to get back.” Rei shrugged, adding in way too much sugar than any human should have in coffee, according to Kazuki. He grabbed the mug and trudged back to the sofa, stopping at Kazuki first.

“Welcome home,” he mumbled, giving Kazuki the briefest kiss before heading back to his game.

It was Kazuki’s turn to be struck dumb, standing there like a lovestruck statue. Rei… wasn’t mad? In fact, he… had done the same.

Kazuki marched over to Rei, taking the mug off him, placing it on the floor. Before Rei could protest, he found a bent finger tucked underneath his chin, tilting his head up. Any want to protest disappeared as warm lips met his again. They stayed like that for a few seconds before Kazuki pulled back. He smiled softly, eyes just starting to open as Rei pulled him in again, Kazuki nearly falling over.

One kiss turned into two… to three… to four… to losing count.

When Kazuki opened his eyes again, he was sat beside Rei, arms tightly around his partner. One hand has found its way into Rei’s hair. Rei had Kazuki held by the collar of his hoodie, staring at him. “I love you, Rei.” “I love you too, Kazuki.”

Silence fell once again, just for a moment, like it was often doing with just the two of them. It wasn’t awkward or an emptiness that needed filling. It was just… peaceful and comforting.

“So… what are we?” asked Rei, a pink tinge to his cheeks that crept up towards his ears. “We’re partners. Just like we’ve always been. Only now… we do this.” Kazuki leant over and kissed Rei’s flushed cheek. “Not everything has to change. We can just add to what we’ve got.” “I like that. Partners.” “Me too, Rei. Me too.” Kazuki pulled Rei into his arms, leaning back on the sofa. His partner curled up against him, pulling the blanket over them both, head tucked under Kazuki’s chin. “You’re comfy…” “Glad I make a good pillow.”

Rei closed his eyes. This was definitely a life that had been worth fighting for. Kazuki and Miri were worth it. This moment here was worth it.