#why would u bring this back when I’m fragile

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

spring breaks loose, the time is near

Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3,297

Warnings: reader is sick but the illness is never specified, so much fluff

Summary: You’re sick. The Doctor finds you in the garden and gives you company, with a hidden mission on getting you to bed.

Request: Do u write for thirteen? Bc I need some fluff. Nothing specific just hundreds of fluff. Drown me in fluff. Have me regenerate in fluff. Let me be gay in le fluff. Fluff.

A/N: Apologies if sick!fics aren’t your thing, I’m currently sick spicy positive which is a whole bag and a half so this is where my brain was leaning when I thought of fluff. I hope you enjoy!!

You loved gardens.

There was something about them that made you feel safe. The warm sun on your face, not too harsh, speckled through the overhanging trees. The sound of the bees flitting through the early spring buds, wrapping around your heavy frame and throbbing mind. The gentle breeze, bringing with it all the familiar smells of home, of the first flowers, and of the bright green leaves that lifted themselves to the sun.

And the sun – oh, the sun. It was moments like this where you understood why sunflowers turned towards it. Why they shaped themselves yellow to match it, why they built themselves taller, spread their petals wider, all to capture as much of the sun as they could.

It was warm.

Fatigue ached at your bones, one the main cons to being sick, you thought. It pulled your fragile limbs into the concrete beneath you, made every innocuous movement, the turn of your head, the blinking of your eyes, as weighted and heavy as the many heavy bags you had been forced to pick up in your lifetime.

And your eyes? They were hit with it the worst.

Your eyes were heavy, drooping like the petals from the irises next to you, the spring weather still too early for them to reach the light. One wrong move, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they fell away from you. You closed your eyes, letting your head rest into your knees – which wasn’t good for your chest, but any other position put too much strain on your body – and let your back capture the sunlight around you.

You had found the garden a few months ago, after talking about – complaining about, rather – on how much you missed a good garden. Travelling with the Doctor was wonderful, really, it truly was, but on days like this, nothing beat a cosy garden.

The Doctor had looked surprised when the garden first appeared. She had been adamant that while it was a “great idea, seriously, would love a bunch of bees in the place – ooh or maybe a bird or two! Always had a fondness for a woodpecker,” that it just wouldn’t be practical.

Yet, the garden was here, and it was a wonderful reprieve from the little sick bubble your bedroom had grown into.

Familiar footsteps floated into your hearing. You didn’t want to look up, comfortable in your huddled position on the ground. The concrete was hard against you, but it reflected the sun onto your arms, which, again, was warm.

An equally familiar clearing of the throat pulled you from your position. You were met with soft eyes and a soft smile, and tried to mimic the smile in turn. You weren’t sure if the Doctor could see it, you couldn’t feel your eyes crease or the warmth of it lift your cheeks. The Doctors gaze grew warmer though, adoring.

You gave her a slow, heavy nod. “Hey Doc,”

The Doctor considered you for a moment. Her hair was slightly curled, wavy and relaxed in the way the Doctor so often wasn’t. She was holding two mugs, one, a mug with dogs printed across the ceramic. Another, painted with the sharpie scribblings of the language from Gallifrey. It was a familiar mug, one the Doctor had made for you in a past face, when she had been a bit more obsessed with bowties, but still loved a fez.

She held out the sharpie mug, giving you a small grin. “Hey, I figured some tea would help.”

You lifted an arm, making a rather pathetic attempt at a grabby hand. Your fingers closed into a fist once, then twice, before collapsing into the ground.

The Doctor chuckled softly and chose to crouch down beside you. She crossed her legs, lightly bumping her shoulder with yours as she passed you the mug. The tea was the perfect colour, just warm and dark enough that you knew she made it right.

“I don’t want to make you sick,” you commented, your voice apologetic.

The Doctor took a sip of her tea, before screwing up her face. “Might have over brewed this sorry,” then turned to you. “I’m a Time Lord y’know, have you ever seen me sick?”

You scrunched up your face at that, forehead creasing in the most dramatic display of emotions you had been successful with since falling sick. You crawled through your mind, searching for a memory – any memory, that even hinted that the Doctor had been sick. You’d known her long enough… so surely.

Except the memories were hazy, pulling away from you with every attempt to burrow deeper.

The Doctor gave you an insufferable, triumphant grin. “See, told you. I’ll be fine.”

You tried not to show how much you adored the way her eyes sparkled when she said it. The worst thing you could do was feed into it.

You took a careful sip of the tea, letting out a small, delighted breath as the warm liquid met your tongue and throat. You hadn’t realised how itchy your throat had been, how your vocal cords clawed against one another, grating and painful. You smiled again, hopefully larger than your earlier one. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The Doctors grin changed, from smug to silently pleased, and, not for the first time, you wanted to kiss her.

It was moments like this when she made you feel held, when she made you feel cherished.

Clouds pooled above you, snuffing out the sun. It wriggled down your back, making you shiver. In protest, you gave the sky a half-hearted glare.

“How is it,” you mused disappointedly. “That in a perfect ship, in a perfect room, clouds still manage to block the sun?”

A ladybug twirled around you then, and you spilled pearls of laughter. You scrunched up your nose as it came in close to your eyes, and you realised, rather belatedly, that the TARDIS had sent it your way.

You smiled up into the sky, a silent thank you.

“The garden’s mimicking your home’s weather,” the Doctor said. “Doing it in real time too,” her voice was so matter of fact that, for a moment, you almost believed that she had designed the room.

But then your mind fell back to the look of surprise that had stretched across her face when she had found you in it, marvelling at the sunset that pooled itself over the skyline, oranges, pinks, and reds tangled in the clouds.

It fell into her saying “the amount of work it would take to build an entire ecosystem isn’t worth it,” the memory hazy and brittle. Yet she had stood there, eyes fond as you first took her in, standing under the setting sky and bubbling with excitement, and you weren’t sure she hadn’t been involved.

So, you tested it, letting your mouth turn into a conspiratorial smirk. “How do you know that?”

The Doctor shrugged, waving her free hand. “It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think? It feels like you.”

Your head cocked to the side, taking in her words. The garden felt warm, safe, but you hadn’t realised it felt like… you. Or, more importantly, that the Doctor had a place in her mind that, when reminded of you, recognised it as a feeling.

You hadn’t realised you were that special.

The Doctors voice dropped lower then. If she were anyone else, you would dare to suggest it was shy. “I’m glad you like the tea.”

“Of course, I do,” you said. “You always make it how I like it, and it’s in my favourite mug and everything.”

The Doctor brightened then, her face moved into a look of surprise, eyebrows raised and smile delighted, the same look she had given you when you had first found the garden. “That’s your favourite mug?”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. For you, it was obvious. “Well, you made it for me, so of course it is,” you said, before adding. “Even if I don’t know what it means.”

The Doctors face matched yours, eyebrows drawing to her nose, giving it that familiar scrunch that had never, not once, failed to make your heart freeze. “Nah, I totally told you, didn’t I?”

And you let out a soft laugh. “No Doctor, you never have.”

And she shrugged again, face falling into… you couldn’t quite describe it. You mind was hazy, and it couldn’t pick the careful blank expression the Doctor had schooled her features into.

She looked away from you then, gesturing around you. “You like the garden?”

And it was your turn to frown again, but you were used to the way the Doctor would flip a conversation, peel away from it the moment anything got too sentimental for her.

Which made you burn with curiosity – what did the mug say?

You didn’t press it, instead, turning towards the view. Now, the garden was lovely. It wasn’t any garden you recognised. Pots lined the brick wall behind you, stood on the small patch of cement where you sat. By your side was a long iron bench, the metal twisted to mimic tree branches.

Above you, a tall oak shielded you from the sun, allowing just enough of the sunlight to peak through the crack, warming your face and your back. But it was the small stream that you couldn’t quite get over. It spilled from next to the doorway, small enough that you could walk through, and the water would barely hit your ankles. Steppingstones no larger than a dinner plate weaved through it, and you had taken dizzying steps on them only moments before.

Stretched beyond you was simply green. Plants spilled around you, wildflowers, shrubbery, and a few alien plants you couldn’t identify, with purple stalks and glowing leaves.

It really was wonderful.

Slowly, the clouds parted again, and you turned your face up into the sun, basking in the warmth.

“I love it,” you breathed, eyes closed as they met the light. “It’s so warm in here. I was going stir-crazy in my room.”

The Doctor let out a breath that you swore sounded like relief, bright and airy, like it was lifting a weight from her shoulders. “Good, I’m really glad about that.”

You peeled open an eye, turning to her slightly so you could look at her. You parroted past works back to her. “And here I thought a garden wasn’t practical.”

The Doctor shrugged, not catching that you were watching her. Her ears went red, and she subtly brushed her hair over them. “Yeah well, the TARDIS does crazy things when I’m not looking. She’s always trying to replace the pool.”

Once, you had sat with her in the console room, papers from different notebooks scattered around you, hastily drawn, and just as hastily torn from their bindings. They had been filled with ideas; a popcorn room, an extension to the library, notes upon notes on how to upgrade the pool.

Form memory, it had never been the TARDIS who was building or designing the rooms in here.

You closed your eye, tilting your head back to capture more of the sun. Careful eyes fell onto your frame, warm and familiar. You could feel the way the Doctors gaze tracked your face, your hair, your hands clasped securely on your tea.

Your face went warm, flushed on your nose, your cheeks, and down your neck. You hoped the Doctor chalked it up to the sun, and not the… well. The everything you felt for this mad Time Lord in a box.

A box she, occasionally, had far more control over than she gave herself credit for.

“I really do love it,” you said again, voice as quiet as the nearby stream. “It feels like home.”

You let the weight of that statement hang in the air, as heavy and as full as your fatigued bones. Your it feels like you, was left unsaid. 

You took another sip of your tea, delighting in how perfectly made it really was. It was warm, but not to the extent that it would burn your tongue, and when it came from the Doctor, it was never bitter. The Doctor had always taken careful consideration of your tea, and had never brewed it wrong since… Since giving you this mug, actually.

“And the tea,” you added, pausing to take another sip. “It’s wonderful.”

You heard the smile in her voice, the self-satisfied grin that you never wanted to admit you loved. “Well, I’ve gotten pretty handy with the tea, haven’t had a falling out with the kettle since…” she paused then, voice trailing into memory. “Think I might’ve been Scottish then.”

You laughed then, because of course that was the case. You thought of the Doctors wild hair and equally perturbed temper back then, and yeah, you could easily picture just how the Doctor would have a falling out with a kettle.

Your laughter bubbled into a violent cough. It wrang through your frame, twisting into your chest with stringy hands, gripping into your lungs and your sternum with white knuckled fists. The cough racked up into your throat, your body bowling forward, some of your tea sloshing out of the mug.

You winced, groaning at the sudden onslaught. Belatedly, you looked up at the Doctor, whose horrified expression fell into one of concern. “Your coughing has gotten worse.”

You shrugged. “It happens. I’m sick.”

The Doctor nodded, eyes going hard as her expression fell into what you had dubbed as her ‘thinking face’. It was a familiar sight, one that, despite the features, whether it was a blonde head, bushy eyebrows, or a particularly large chin, caused the Doctors face to tighten, eyebrows creasing and mouth falling into a tight line.

You had memorised all the Doctors expressions, the way they echoed in her hazel eyes and bright smile. You tried not to think about why you had done so.

“We need to get you to bed,” she said finally, her voice with the same punch of finality as she gave the fam when finalising a plan, or when she was telling someone off when they did something particularly dumb when she was saving the day.

Yet, you fought it. You let out a near petulant groan, letting your head rock back into your knees. “But it’s warm here.”

“It can be warm in bed too,” she countered. “Where you should be resting. You humans, your bones are so frail, you need to let your body mend”

You picked your head up simply to glare at her, but it was half-hearted at best. “My bones aren’t the problem here.”

You ignored the fatigue, how it pressed into your arms, your legs, and the curve of your spine.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Humour me? I made you tea.”

And yeah, she had done that, hadn’t she.

With a dramatic sigh, you nodded. “I suppose rest would probably help.”

The smile the Doctor gave you was reward enough. It spilled out from her, brighter and warmer than the sun that sat above you. You would do anything for that smile.

The Doctor stood, offering you her hand. You took it carefully, gripping tight as she helped pull you into a stand. Dizziness clawed across your vision, spotty and hazy, threatening to spin you downwards.

In an instant, the Doctor’s arms were around you, her own mug of tea forgotten on the cement. Her hold on you was solid, wrapped tight against your frame, warm against your waist and your chest.

Her voice was like honey against the base of your ear, pooling and circling down your spine. “You okay,” she asked, and it rocked you forward, making you shiver.

You nodded belatedly. “Yeah,” you said, and you couldn’t tell if your breathlessness was because of your illness, or because of her. “I’m okay.”

As close to you as she was, you felt, rather than saw the Doctor’s nod in acknowledgement.

“Let’s get you to bed then,” she said, her breath falling onto the back of your neck, making the hair there stand.

Still gripping your mug, the Doctor guided you over the steppingstones.

You really loved this garden. The grass was soft under your bare feet, the sun wrapped around your frame, and with your hand in the Doctors, it felt like this garden truly was made for you.

And oh.

Your voice was small when you tested it again. “You said a garden was impractical,” you said. “Yet you did it anyway.”

The Doctor froze, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly. The water lapped at her ankles, just missing the hem of her trousers. Her reply was clipped when she spoke, embarrassed. “Rule 1.”

The Doctor lies.

It was a half-hearted response, and one you scoffed at that. Her rules, as she had once called them, weren’t something she really often referred to these days. Well, besides the no-wandering off rule, but that wasn’t something she really stuck with herself.

Besides, the Doctor wasn’t often one to lie after doing something to make you happy. It was baffling.

“You said it wasn’t worth it,” you pressed.

The Doctor ignored you, instead saying. “C’mon, my feet are getting wet, and I’m wearing socks.”

It was like blinking. One moment, you were in the garden, the sun warm and the Doctors grip firm. Next, you were falling into bed, body collapsing into the pillows and sheets that were stacked against the head.

Your body practically melted, the bed capturing every ache in your bones, every fatigued and weary muscle. You let a small, easy groan, letting your mattress and blankets wrap around your frame.

You wouldn’t admit to the Doctor that she was right. But to yourself? Yeah, she was right. Rest is just what you needed.

Your weariness overtook you, clouding over your eyes and pulling down your neck. Your body was as tired as your mind, and although a part of you, the part that wanted to stay awake for the mere pleasure of spending more time with the Doctor, protested loudly in your mind. It was quickly stifled by how tired you were.

A lazy yawn consumed you, reaching through your frame as you buried your head into your pillow. You mumbled a soft thank you to the Doctor, but the sound came out muffled, like a ‘thnkoo’ than any discernible word.

You heard her chuckle then, voice low and fond, and her hand found your back. She moved her hand over your shoulder blades and into the centre of your back, slowly and languidly. Almost unconsciously, almost, because you loved it,you leaned into her.

“Get some sleep,” you heard her say, as sleep danced across the edges of your mind.

You nodded, your heartbeat slowing, your mind quieting.

In the silence, as you began to waltz with sleep, not quite unconscious, but not awake enough to trust your sense of hearing, your sense of feeling. A light pressure met your forehead, brushing against the space just above where your eyebrows met. The kiss was warm, safe, and if you had the energy, you would have leaned into it.

The Doctors fingers brushed against your hair, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. She paused for a moment, as if debating something, before, just as softly, she kissed you again, in the place where your face met your ear.

“The mug,” the Doctor spoke softly, voice so quiet that, were her lips not next to your ear, you may have missed it all together. “I wrote ‘I cherish you,’ that’s what it says.”

Your tumbled into sleep, mind turning into a haze, the Doctors final words falling through you like water through a sieve.

“You’ve always been worth everything,” she said. “I cherish you.”

A/N^2: Just a reminder I’m taking requests! Please read my rules before sending anything in. Also a HUGE thank you to everyone who sprinted with me in the thirsting for thirteen server, I adore you all so so much, and this fic wouldn’t have been written otherwise.

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Hello!! It’s me again. Would you write (even) more for the Fragile Invincibility au? I’d accept anything but specifically love to read the first time hangman takes the baller club boys to watch a match!! Thank you so much for every fic ✨

Backyard Wrasslin' - also on AO3

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A "The Fragile Invincibility of Youth" story

Adam invites Matt, Kenny, and Nick to one of his wrestling shows. Mox is baffled.

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Note: Teenagers are referenced having sex. They are both 18, committed relationship, nothing onscreen, all fade to black YA type vibes.

I...maybe have gone overboard on this prompt fill. I hope you enjoy!.

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"You invited the Baller Club to a match?!" Mox asks. He's got his shirt off and belt undone. "And you decided to mention this right before we have sex?"

Adam, who's brain is decidedly not working right, nods. "Uh. Yeah?"

"They're gonna freak out," Mox says. "They're gonna think I'm actually trying to kill you."

"They won't - come back!" Adam grabs at Mox's belt loops. "I don't know why I brought it up. Take your pants off, I don't - come back."

Mox rolls his eyes. "Okay, yes, because I can't say no to you, but you'll explain yourself later."

"Explain myself la- what am I, your student?"

Mox grins at him. "I mean. We could play that."

"I'm going to kiss you so you shut up," Adam deadpans.

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They're making their way into the kitchen when Mox grabs Adam's arm and pushes him against the wall. "Wait a second."

"Again?!" Adam giggles. "My parents are going to be home in, like, five minutes."

"Your hair's all messed up," Mox says, fiddling with Adam's hair.

Adam slaps his fingers away. "I - let me fix it. Get off."

"Already did that!"

Adam laughs as he steps into the bathroom. He ties his hair back in a quick bun, adjusts his shirt, and steps back out. "So - "

"So you invited your ex and your annoying friends to our match tonight," Mox says. He doesn't look angry, at least, so Adam thinks that's a small win.

"I can tell them no if you don't want them there," Adam says. He drops onto the couch, pulling his backpack toward him with his foot. He briefly worries Mox won't join him, but then he's there, snuggled up next to Adam like a puppy. “Seriously.”

“No, I just want to make sure they know I’m not actually hurting you.” He looks up at Adam, frowning. “As much as I’m glad you’re all friends again, I’m still a little worried they’re looking for an excuse to kill me.”

“They won’t kill you,” Adam says, running his fingers through Mox’s hair. He’d grown it out over the winter, bringing back the soft locks Adam had originally fallen in love with. The blue was new, though. He and Willow match now. “And if they do, I’ll kill them back so I can use their blood to resurrect you.”

“I need you to stop watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Mox laughs, but he curls into Adam’s lap and falls asleep while Adam completes his Chemistry homework.

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“Okay, I know I haven’t called you in, like, years, but I have no idea where to go, and I think I’m being followed by a white van, and I’m pretty sure I’m about to kill Nick and Kenny, so where the hell am I supposed to go?!”

Adam pulls the phone away from his face as Matt rants. “Um,” he says. “Are you – where are you?!”

“I don’t know!” Matt wails. “There’s a blue house with, like, pride flags everywhere?”

“Okay, you’re close!” Adam jogs past the ring and parking lot, then dashes out to the road. “Do you see me?” He waves his free hand. “I’m waving. Do you see me?”

Making what is probably a highly illegal u-turn in the middle of the road, a car that is highly familiar zooms toward him and slows only to turn into the dirt road. Matt, looking haggard and confused, is behind the wheel.

“When I tell you these two can’t even read an effing GPS, I’m not kidding.” Matt exhales, blowing his hair out of his eyes. “Where do I go next?”

“Follow me.”

Adam jogs as Matt follows him, and guides Matt into a parking space he’s pretty sure Matt won’t be able to back out of on his own. He waits a little awkwardly as Matt picks his way around the puddles of mud.

“This place is a mess,” he says, grabbing Adam’s arm as he leaps over a puddle.

Adam shrugs as Kenny and Nick, a little less delicately, make their way around the puddles and follow Adam toward the ring and chairs. “It’s a backyard wrestling group. Nothing’s particularly well made here.” He gestures to the seats he saved for the three of them. “Except for the matches. Those are pretty cool.”

Matt primly sits into a chair. “When do you go on?”

“Well, me and Mox have a match first,” Adam says, “but you’ll get to see some cool stuff, too. Eddie is in the main event, so he’ll be on last. He’s going up against the Bryan guy Mox wrestled a while back.”

“Are there any other matches?” Nick asks. He’s looking around eagerly, like he’s more comfortable here than he expected.

Adam nods. “I think three others? Willow’s going up against Ruby – they’re doing a feud because Ruby hit her with a chair a while back – and I think this kid Wheeler Yuta is going up against somebody. He’s a sophomore.”

Matt’s eyes widen. “He’s here? Really?”

Adam states at Matt. “Oh, god.”

“I –”

“I can’t believe you have a crush on him,” Nick chuckles.

“I don’t!” Matt says. Adam, Nick, and Kenny stare at him. Adam thinks it’ll be seconds to wait him out. “…I do. Don’t tell him.”

Adam grins. “I won’t.” He bumps Matt’s shoulder with his. “I gotta go get ready for my match, though, so I’ll see you later.” Adam looks at Kenny. At Nick. At Matt. “Um. Thanks for coming, guys. It means a lot.”

“Of course, Adam,” Kenny says. His smile is genuine when he looks at Adam, and it doesn’t ache like it used to. It’s nice. But nothing more. “Go out there and kill it.”

Adam smiles back. “I will.” He makes his way to the tent where the other wrestlers are getting ready. Ruby is doing Willow’s hair as Willow plays some song game on her phone. Eddie and Mox are trading headlocks in the corner. Wheeler Yuta is stretching on his own, though, so Adam walks over to him.

“Hey, dude,” he says, settling in the chair by Yuta’s bag. “How are you holding up?

“Good,” Yuta says, smile a little weak. “Nervous. Claudio’s huge. I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill me.”

“He won’t kill you,” Adam says, waving it off. “He’s good. And he’s safe.” Adam doesn’t mention the time he almost broke his arm last week after taking an elbow drop wrong, since that was more his fault. “You’ll do great.”

“That’s not how Eddie sees it,” Yuta says, chancing a glance over at Eddie, who is now sitting on Mox’s butt and poking him in the ribs to make him laugh. “He really hates Claudio.”

Adam knows Eddie’s disdain for Claudio, knows of the hatred, but doesn’t know why. He doesn’t feel like he’s ready to ask about it, though. “Eddie hates a lot of things,” he decides on. “Doesn’t make them bad.”

Yuta nods slowly. “Yeah.” They’re quiet for a moment, and Adam’s about to leave when Yuta says, “Um, actually, I have a question.” When he looks up, his cheeks are just this side of pink. “Mox told me you were, um, inviting the Jacksons?”

Adam hesitates. “Yeah?”

“Is, um,” Yuta folds himself into a weird shape. Adam assumes it’s a stretch, but he’s upside down and standing on his head, so he’s not sure. “Is Matt going to be here?”

“Oh, god.”

“No!” Yuta says, scrambling to his feet. “It’s – okay, don’t say anything.”

“I promise,” Adam deadpans, “if you go out there and wrestle like you’ve been, Matt will fall in love with you before you know it.”

Yuta lights up. “Really?”

Adam sighs. “Yes.”

He shoves Eddie off of Mox, getting a smack on the ass for his troubles and grinning about it. “Come on,” he says, dragging Mox to the back. “Let’s go over the match, one more time.”

They run the match, throwing each other around, and it ends with Mox pinning Adam. It doesn’t quite feel like Adam’s the one losing, though, with the way Mox’s legs straddle Adam’s hips and his arms loop around Adam’s legs. Mox called it a rollup. Adam asked him if it was secretly a new position Mox wanted to try.

“Oh, god, go be pervs somewhere else,” Ruby says, nudging Mox’s leg with her boot. “Tony wanted me to get you two idiots up so you can get to the stage.”

Mox swings his leg over, spins to his feet, and sticks out his arm. “C’mon, baby, let’s get out there so I can kick your ass.”

“You don’t have to be so annoying about it,” Adam giggles as he leaps to his feet. “I’ve won in other –”

“Nope!” Ruby yells. “Still in earshot! Shut up!”

They get behind the curtain ready for the ring, and Mox starts bouncing. Since Adam’s the newbie, he goes out first to his edit of Bronco, throwing the curtain open at the first, ‘Bronco, runnin’ wild,’ to cheers. He glances over to see Matt, Nick, and Kenny cheering like they’ve been here a million times, like they know exactly what to do. He’s excited to be the face in this match – it’s the first time he’s gotten a real character for himself. The jeans and old cowboy boots work almost too well.

“And coming in next,” comes the announcer’s voice, “Jon Moxley!”

Mox comes out to Wild Thing, a sneer on his face that almost makes Adam giggle. The boos are loud, almost deafening. Matt and Nick look bewildered, but Kenny leans over and says something to them and they boo as well.

The match goes by in a whirlwind, and Adam almost forgets at the end that he’s not supposed to kick out.

When the referee, one of Eddie’s friends from work, Aubrey, counts to three, Adam’s pretty sure he can hear Nick booing the loudest.

“Good job,” Mox says, beaming at Adam. “You killed it.”

“You too.” Adam has to remember to look disappointed as he rolls out of the ring. When he gets backstage, Eddie practically mauls him.

“You did fuckin’ great, baby!” he yells, clapping Adam on the shoulder.

Adam grins at him. “Thanks. It felt really good.”

Mox comes in after him and pretty much does maul Adam, sending him careening to the floor in a way reminiscent of the pin from earlier.

“Hi,” Adam says.

“Hi,” Mox says. “You did so good.” He leans down and kisses Adam hard and fast.

“Gross!” yells Ruby from somewhere in the back of the tent.

Mox helps the other wrestlers prepare while Adam sneaks out to watch the rest of the matches next to Matt.

“You did awesome!” Nick says. “That was so cool.”

Matt’s face is a little pinched. “Mox was kind of mean to you.”

“He’s supposed to be mean, Matt,” Kenny eyes, rolling his eyes. “He’s the heel. That’s the bad guy.” He glances over to Adam for confirmation. He nods. It’s kind of nice to be the one they check in with. “It’s all pretend, right?”

“It’s all pretend,” Adam confirms. “Well, except for the getting an arm across the chest. That kind of hurt.” He rubs at it, the ache blooming as he mentions it.

Matt turns into a googly eyed disaster when Yuta gets in the ring. He enters to American Idiot and Matt claps like a maniac.

“Nick,” Adam says, leaning behind Adam. “Do we need to sedate Matt or something?”

Nick laughs. “Nah, just let him be in love. He’s being super weird about Yuta.”

“Am not!” Matt snaps. “He’s so smart. He’s in tenth grade and he’s in my senior level Calculus class. It’s…” He trails off. “Oh. Oh and he’s got abs.” He pauses. “Maybe I do need to be sedated.”

Adam laughs as the music changed to Do Ya Think I’m Sexy? That entrance music is one among many reasons Eddie hates Claudio, but Adam thinks it’s hilarious.

The match is quick, as expected, as it’s Yuta’s first, but Yuta does great and sells like a champ.

Matt audibly gasps as Claudio hauls Yuta up in his signature swing, spinning Yuta until he taps out and collapses to the floor.

“Should I go check on him?” Matt asks, looking over at Adam. “He looks hurt.”

“He’s fine,” Adam says. “But I’m sure Yuta would be very pleased if you ran ringside and got all concerned about him.”

Matt nods and leaps out of his chair, running over to the ring. “Wheeler!” he calls. “Are you alright?”

Adam, Nick, and Kenny laughs at Yuta’s bewildered face. “Uh, yeah,” he says. He glances at Adam, who shrugs and grins.

“Go for it,” Adam mouths.

“I, uh, could use some help getting to the back,” Yuta says, doing his best to look miserable and hurt. It doesn’t quite work on the rest of the crowd, Adam thinks, but it sure as hell works on Matt.

“Of course!” Matt helps Yuta out of the ring and bats his eyelashes as they go back to the tent.

“I can’t believe Matt got a boyfriend at your wrestling thing,” Nick grumbles, folding his arms over his chest. “I have got to get out there.”

“You will, champ,” Adam says, clapping Nick on the shoulder. “You will.”

Matt and Yuta come back holding hands and chatting with stars in their eyes, and the rest of the show goes off without a hitch. Bryan and Eddie may literally be trying to kill each other during their match, but Eddie wins and it’s an overall success.

“We usually head to Willow’s house after matches,” Adam says as Mox comes up behind him and curls around him. “If you three wanted to come?”

“Yeah, sure!” Matt says. “Wheeler, do you need a ride?”

Wheeler looks shocked, as he’d ridden with Mox and Adam to the show. Adam stares at him, hoping Yuta gets the hint. “Uh. Sure! Sure, I could need a ride.”

“And Kenny and Nick, if you want to hop in my truck,” Adam says insistently.

Nick nods. “Yeah, I don’t want to be anywhere near whatever the two of them are doing.”

As Adam watches Matt smoothly pull out of the parking spot like it’s nothing, clearly chattering nonstop to Yuta, he takes the lead and drives the short distance to Willow’s house.

“Hey, Mox,” Nick says. “So, if you and I were in the ring, which of us would win?”

“Oh, I’d fuckin’ flatten you in seconds.”

“Would not!”

Adam laughs, and thinks that, maybe, he’s got it figured out. At least for now.

~

Mini Playlist: Bronco - Orville Peck Wild Thing - The Troggs American Idiot - Green Day Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? - Rod Stewart

[pridewon]

@soverina​ said:  she sneaks up behind him with a ‘ boo ! ’, playfully bringing lithe arms around waist through laughter. after one final squeeze, the woman releases him with a step back — the widest of grins adorning features, “ hello, birthday boy !! ” she flashes him two gift bags hanging from her wrists, offering them eagerly, “ one is from wakatoshi and the other is from myself; since he had to go back to Poland, he’s tasked me the favor of giving this to you.” a glint of fondness coats stare, “ I have to thank you, by the way… if it hadn’t been you who ultimately convinced me to go to that volleyball event, i would have never run into wakatoshi and we would have never worked things out. ” not that peach wanted to make today about her and wakatoshi; today was goshiki’s day — but she swears she has a point to this speech. “ i’ve always viewed you as the little brother i never had, and that’s probably why I was always so protective of you, ” even if it drove some of the team crazy. “ but it seems that sometimes you’re more like a big brother who looks out for me, too; you’ve really grown into a man I’m proud to call my friend. ” from the tips of her toes, the doctor guides him down to place a chase kiss to his cheek, “ and an incredible volleyball player who showed that even when the odds feel against you, you can still beat them. “ she reaches up an ruffles his hair with a snicker, “ okay, let’s go; I’m treating you to a birthday lunch. “ / for precious baby eagle chick ;u;

Goshiki prides himself on his growth and evolution - both as a young adult and a volleyball player. It seems like yesterday, that he was the greenhorn of Shirtorizawa’s prestigious team; teased and sometimes babied by teammates that looked like titans to his young and awe-struck eyes. He used to crumble under pressure - now he boasts about being able to take it head on, like a real ace, and can actually back it up. He used to have to fight back wells of tears whenever his coach would yell at him and break his impressionable spirits; now he claims loud and clear that he can, in fact, take criticism, and that he doesn’t cry anymore. Ha.

The factor he conveniently forgets is that -- criticism was never the only thing that triggered the waterworks. 

Goshiki would love to say he can be stoic and strong in the face of heartfelt moments, but... the truth? The truth is that the years may go by in the blink of an eye, and he still finds, time and time again, that he is, in fact, easily moved and easily thrown back into his emotional nature... and there are few people in this world who manage to flip that switch as easily as his former manager.

Dumbfounded, Goshiki listens to her birthday speech; he goes to protest that he didn’t do anything, that he was happy everything worked out between her and Ushijima-san but... something in her gratitude squashes the words at the back of his throat; and dark grey eyes, earnest as always, widen and stare while jaw snaps shut under the onslaught of affection ad validation and... 

I’m proud to call you my friend.

... see, Tsutomu talks big, but at the end of the day? He knows of his own shortcomings.

He knows in that formative year they shared, he was never the most mature, the strongest, the most impassive guy there was - he knows he relied on Peach much more than he ever admitted, that he leaned on her support, drank her encouragements like water in a desert; that her compliments fueled not just his pride but any shred of self-confidence he may have had (and it wasn’t much, at the time, actually - or at least, it was fragile as glass).

Tsutomu never considered leaving the team. But... without her - he doesn’t even dare thinking whether he would have been able to remain on the starting roster, or if he would have let the pressure crush him. 

Without her, he wouldn’t be where he is today... and pride and gratitude and admiration and affection burst a whole hole full of butterflies open in his chest. 

Goshiki bows for her to reach his hair and kiss his cheek; and to hide the stupid tears rolling down his cheeks - dammit, how can he still be a crybaby at his age??

“Thank you, Boletusella-senpai.” Oh, of course his voice cracks and gives him away immediately. He may never really get to feel like a big brother, but -- of course he’ll look out for her, always, in whatever small, inconsequential ways he can; and he hopes that next year too, seeing her happy and smiling will be his actual birthday gift. 

[lolita-lollipop]

Hi 👋 Could u please write a platonic yandere for kiribaku please, where prohero!kiribaku kidnap or and saves mc from a abusive house hold. tq so much 😊

KIRIBAKU X READER BEING SAVED FROM AN ABUSIVE HOME

You cowered in fear, hiding in the closet. You’d heard some banging downstairs, and immediately assumed the worst. Either your father was drinking again, or he was mad. Really amd. Usually he enjoyed having a quiet home, enjoyed having a quiet daughter who never so much as made a peep, he was the only one who was allowed to make noise, that’s why you would take his screaming and his beatings without so much as a peep. He had an intense hearing quirk, or at least that is what he told you, that’s why you never made noise.your father had broken you completely, you did what he said when he said it, you were just his object.

That’s why you were sitting in this tight closet, holding your breath to have the least amount of sound come out of you, your heart raced, and you knew your father would be able to hear it if he was in the room. Your hands went up to cup your ears, and you tried to make yourself the smallest that you could, hoping that you could curl into yourself forever, and just disappear without a sound. You’d gotton so used to the quiet in your own head, that you never heard the creek in your door, or the rattling of the closet door. Until the dim light of your room shined into the closet did you realize that someone had opened it. You did nothing but squeeze your eyes tight, and hope you weren’t about to get hurt.

“Are you alright there sweetheart? No no no don’t be scared- don’t be scared I’m here to help you” a man spoke, putting his hands in front of him in attempts to show that he wouldn’t hurt you, instead he just scared you further into thinking he would hit you. The red haired man’s eyes shone with sympathy, you looked like you were trying to sink back into the closet walls, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. he didn't know wether to pick you up and hold you close, or let you be.

"go away. were not supposed to have people in the house- ever. too loud." your hands shook as you talked- no- whispered to the man, you just wanted him to go away, then there isn't any possibility of you, with your half broken heart, getting hurt any more. certainly this would anger the man you call your father, and surely, yet again, you would be the target of that anger. of course e you didn't know your father was in the back of a police car wearing quirk cancelling vuffs, of course you didn't even know what a hero was, all you knew was that there was a man here, and the only other man you know brings you suffering, so this one must be the same right?

all kirishima could manage to think was, who did this to such a sweet little thing? you were so fragile, so small he felt he could fit you in the palm of his hand. he noticed the quiver in your hand as you spoke, he noticed the knawed down fingernails you bore on your hands, and he most certainly noticed the subtle scarring that oeeoed through your sleeve. he couldn't pinpoint why, but he wanted more in this moemtn to beyour savior, to be your hero. he also wanted to rip that man outside apart, the man who very clearly did this to you, but that could be left far later, hey, you might even want to help him.

" its okay honey- you wont get hurt anymore I swear, lets just come out of this closet, and you can come with me. Il keep you safe alright? nothings gonna happen t you" the man tried to comfort you, backing up away from the closet, and putting his hands behind his back instead of in front of him. this gave you some form of comfort, now he wasn't in range to hurt you. The man noticed how quiet you were, usually he would expect to at least hear your breathing, but nothing. it didn't seem like a quirk, you were ejus so silent.

"w-why should I trust you" you questioned, even when you spoke your voice sounded hushed, raspy, almost like you barely ever use it. he spotted your eyes peeping out form your little corner, like you wanted help, just didn't know how to accept it.

“I’m a hero darling, if I’m lying you can kill me, now come out, let’s get you in some better clothes” he spoke, noting the state of your clothing, they looked more close to rags than clothing, dirtied, ripped, too small but too big at the same time. You stared at him for a few seconds, questioning yourself, you hesisatingly brought your hand out to clasp him, shaking all the way there. He gently tugged on it, careful not to pull too hard in fear you would break, and pulled you out of the closet into his hold.

From there, you were picked up, and carried out of the home, the few police officers and heros investigating the house looked at you. This must’ve been why the man was reported, child abuse. Cases like these get worse and worse as you dig deeper. The man held you tight, and pushed your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you from their gazes. Also, to keep you from spotting the man you called your father, sitting in the police car in handcuffs. A certain blonde hero watched you in his husbands arms, falling in love with you oh so quickly.

And with that, you were carried off to what you could call your new life

———

It wasn’t easy, getting used to living with them. Supposedly the legal system just chose the best candidate for the job of parenting uou, the pair had been searching for a child to adopt, and the two heroes were the best candidates. you had some funny ways… ones that you’d learned growing up in that house, ones that they were trying to get you to shake no matter how hard you resisted. When kirishima had first brought you to your new “home” with his husband, you were still paranoid that they were going to turn around and smack you across the face any second, either that or they would just stomp on your head and end your misery… hence the way you awkwardly tense up whenever they try to support you.

Often times, your past would creep up on you, and that sense of fear would overtake you. They tried to show you that they would support you through anything, but old habits always bubble up, especially yours. Half the time in this house you would act like a kicked puppy, and the other half you would be so silent they would get worried thinking you’d run away. You just couldn’t rid your own mind of those rules your old father put in place, no matter how hard they tried to help.

You’d developed some… habits to help you cope with your own trauma, liek knawingbyour nails down to the beds, like picking at your skin, like biting at your lips till they bleed. The two men always tell you to stop, you never do. But they don’t yell, they know if they yell than you’ll get scared and retreat back into your shell. And they really don’t want that! They are as gentle with you as possible, meaning they just wrap you in a finding hug whenever they catch you proceeding in some of your habits. Your father had cracked you just enough to make it long term, to make you unstable for the rest of your life. They wanted to help you, glue your cracksback up with their love.

After a few weeks passed, you’d gotton pretty comfortable with them, enough to actually talk and hug and act like an actual functioning family. It’s probably the fact that you’ve been touch starved your entire life, and that you’ve never gotton so much as a hug, that you’ve grown way too attached to the men who constantly showed you physical affection. Bakugo, who would always just pick you up in his string arms and hold you, and kirishima, who would sit you down and cuddle you, you’ve never felt affection like this before, so obviously you’ve grown to crave it.

Naturally, you just wanted to be around them all the time, the only nice people you’d ever met. Ever. And boy oh boy did they love it, bakugo (although he won’t admit it) thinks you’re just so cute, it’s so obvious that you like him, but you’re just too shy to show it. Almost like a cat, you silently want to be hugged and petted, but then when someone tries you aggressively bite and turn into a satan spawn. They loved your personality, you’d finally been able to come out of your little shell. Sure, sometimes you stared off into space, sometimes you would pick at your nails, sometimes you would forget where you were and start crying, sometimes you flinched from their touch. Even though you got away from your father, you were still broken… utterly shattered.

But it’s okay baby

They’ll fix you

They promise

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When you hit a moment of writers block and now everything you publish feels terrible quality so you end up working on the same short peace for over a week :/

Anywayyyy

I’m sorry that this is so low quality, I might end up deleting and re editing later, it was fun to write though!

Thank you for requesting! Have a nice day!

[4dtk]

hello!! Hope you're having a marvelous day/night (◕ᴗ◕✿)

May I request from ur prompts list, Hugs no. 31 and kisses no.44 with Johnny, Jaehyun or Mark?

Love youuuu, bye bye (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

(i hope you’re having a good day too anon! love u too <3) i decided to just do all of them LOL im feeling generous tonight, it explains why mark’s and johnny’s is shorter — i originally only wanted to write jaehyun! also why do all of these end with sleeping... i think i’m too sleepy

hugging, 31: hugging while straddling the partner

kisses, 44: kissing each finger

(idk. forbidden love au? hints to reincarnation? even idk 💀)

“do you think we’ll ever escape?” you frown, swallowing nervously under the dark night. it’s quiet apart from the usual white noise of the outside world, from rowdy teenagers to drunken footsteps of adults. and soon, you can hear their shrieks and excited voices as raindrops start out slow. they hit the metal covering of your floor until it becomes heavier and heavier, just like your heart.

the laughter from below, feet spinning in the rain was what you wanted to do. out there with jaehyun, with no care in the world until you’re panting for air and shivering from the cold. when you sniffle your snot and struggle to speak, he’ll just tell you that it’s all worth it to see your smile under the weepy weather.

“hey,” the other softly calls out to you. it’s so quiet, but it still startles you just a bit, jerking his hold that you’ve managed to slip into a trance in. your legs unclench, your body sags once he brings you out of the embrace to look at you. sat on top of him, you’re successfully taller than him by a little, and jaehyun’s sure they can make the comparison of you being literal royalty.

“we will. one day. one day we’ll leave this place. we wouldn’t need to dress up in incognito in public and we can dance in the rain.” it sounds like a promise the you want to hold on, but the stern faces of your family, of your conservative grandmother sends a bad memory to all the times you’ve decided to bring him up.

a warm hand engulfs yours. wordlessly, he traces over each finger, each joint, bringing it to his lips while he stares at you through his bangs. it makes your heart swell when he stares at you like that, and it races twice its speed when his presses one kiss, two, three, more than that onto each finger.

you notice he lingers on your ring finger more.

“i will marry you. i will make mine, darling, i mean it.” jaehyun says it with his whole chest and this promise definitely solidifies your love for him. with his firm tone and lovestruck eyes, jaehyun could take on anyone, the world, your family.

“i would do it over a million lifetimes even if i can’t have you.”

jaehyun smiles, coaxing your shocked state into a kiss that you return haphazardly, too eagerly until he falls back onto the bed. there’s a hearty laugh coming from his throat, lips too close like routine and the smile that you want to engrave in your mind.

you notice the rain stays heavy, but your heart does not, and as he lulls you to sleep with a chat about his day, his heartbeat is the last thing you hear, a reminder of his morality and fragility as a human.

because if jaehyun would make you his in every universe possible, you would travel through every lifetime—hell, even eternity—to find him in your next life, just as you did in the past.

“any chance that you can maybe not snore when you sleep?” you mumble to no one at dawn, interrupted by the very source of your lack of sleep. johnny was a deep sleeper, but you’ve never actually seen it in action until now, where you’re literally trapped in between his arms. the laying on your chest was starting to get uncomfortable, and you needed to pee so bad.

“johnny? honey? you’re gonna need to—“ your husband only replies in the form of a groan, scrunching together his features when he finds that the morning light is too bright and not when he literally has you caged in his arms. “oi!”

you whack the toned sides of his body, and he stirs, barely, but he manages to wake up after a few seconds, squinting through his eyes. “what do you want?” he mumbles quietly, through the sleepy, raspy voice that you have to contain yourself against. the fact that you need to pee, too, is not helping one bit. “i need to pee, babe.”

“‘kay… just do it here, then?”

your brows knit together, an incredulous expression stretching your features until you’re sure you couldn’t make a more surprised face, “what?!”

there’s a string of grumbles from johnny’s mouth when his arms finally let go of you, but he stubbornly follows behind with a hand twined with yours, leaving you to remove your bottoms with one hand. right. the boys mentioned that he was also a very clingy sleeper.

even with the uncomfortable noise of you releasing the contents of last night’s alcohol, johnny doesn’t bat an eye, catching up on sleep still standing up and he obediently waits until you’re done, hands and all with the excuse that you didn’t use the hand i’m holding on to, so you don’t need to wash it!

cue another round of convincing him and soon you’re back in bed, bodies facing each other and your hand in his once again. with each surge of love for you on your body, to each finger (he’s turned the ring on your finger five times now), to your cheeks, shoulders and neck. to your hair and forehead (you lost count), and while the sky lightens, the two of you are content with sleeping in, snug in the other’s warm embrace.

(brief makeout scene)

your laughter is evident in his studio where the trainees are long gone and the computer is shut down — a product of his hard work done when you aren’t in the room. because if you were, mark was only going to look at you. sat in his lap, mark continues to pepper kisses onto your fingers, the previous activity of comparing hand sizes lost to your lover showing affection instead. all because you said “your hand isn’t that much bigger than mine, mark,”, which brought on the pecks onto your frozen skin.

with each minute that passed before this, you’re left to curl in more and more into the male as he brings miscellaneous items around his computer screen before you prompt him to shut it down. it happens all the same now when the room is silent from the click-clacking of his keyboard and the occasional grunts when he had to undo the layering of his instrumentation; you’re still seeking comfort from the air-condition in his warm hug.

mark sports a huge grin, hoisting you up by the butt before plopping down onto the sofa in his recording studio. he was familiar with the space, having had spent countless nights in here. he just wished you were there to see him work.

“whatcha thinking about?”

bashfully, you shake your head, opting to nuzzle deeper into the other’s chest as his hand brushes through your locks. it’s a different kind of heaven, every part of mark, that is. you feel your heart soar when he runs his fingers through your hair. there’s a fluster to your movements when he compliments you. your heart beats faster when he dedicates a song to you.

but in all, it’s always heaven, combined with a dangerous combo that when mark presses his lips against yours, you feel giddy and high and delirious. you return his fervour with a tilt of your head, moving a leg over his waist and the whine he lets out only makes you hold him closer to you. bruised and swollen and tempting are always the traits of mark’s lips. when you pull away for oxygen, you don’t waste time to kiss him breathless again, pushing him gently onto the sofa below him.

a second and third time is normal for you, it’s the four time that mark’s fatigue starts to catch up with him and your earlier eagerness is replaced with love when he seals the deal with the fifth. it’s soft and slow unlike yours, but it isn’t that he didn’t like yours, but he would very much reciprocate it only when he had more energy.

for now, mark was content to have your figure on him who traces incoherent shapes on his chest while the low hum of the AC tempts you into sleep.

[pastxlscorp]

Bully! Mitsuya Fanfic (pt.3)

Chapter III: Abidance

✿ Word Count: 3.2k

✿ Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

✿ Topics covered: (Eventual) Enemies to lovers trope, Hakkai POV, Y/N POV, Mitsuya POV, tsundere-Mitsuya, bully! Mitsuya, fem. reader, minor manga spoilers, slight angst

Awakening from his slumber, he found that the woman was no longer taking up space in his bed. He heaved a sigh of relief, only to, unfortunately, see a message from an unknown number on his phone saying “Text me when you’re free ;)” Ignoring the text, he found he had a message from Hakkai and remembered that he had abandoned him to sleep with that damn woman. However, Hakkai didn’t confront him about it, but instead acted as if nothing happened.

🗨️ Hakkai: Is the party still on for today? (Sent 2:00am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Yeah, sorry about yesterday. I wasn’t feeling my best, I should have let you know. (Sent 10:00am)

🗨️ Hakkai: No hard feelings. Ya feeling better now Taka-chan? (Sent 10:01am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Not really, but it’ll pass. What’d you end up doing yesterday after I left? (Sent 10:02am)

Picking up on the subtle curiosity of Mitsuya’s text, it became clear to Hakkai that he did see him with you. As much as he admired Mitsuya, the anger building inside of him got the best of him. Therefore, in response, he chose a reply that he knew would get Mitsuya boiling.

🗨️ Hakkai: Caught Y/N outside of your class, had a wonderful lunch with her! She’s so nice, Taka-chan! Why are ya so mean to her? (Sent 10:04am)

Vigorous fingers typed in reply.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Why the fuck were you hanging around that slut? She’s just gonna try and get in your pants. What did she say to you? (Sent 10:04am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: Hakkai? Hello? (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Sorry Taka-chan, I’m back. She didn’t say nuthin bad, actually she was so sweet. She saw I was alone and we both had some tea together back at her place. Ended up sleeping over, I’m still here actually! (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Mitsuya: BACK AT HER PLACE? I told you, she’s just trying to get in your pants and you let her win! I can’t believe you let a whore like her win you over, Hakkai! Where the fuck is your brain? She probably was enjoying every minute of your sorry ass. (Sent 10:05am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Who said we slept together, Taka? (Sent 10:05am)

Silence enveloped the room.

🗨️ Mitsuya: Sorry… I just assumed that’s what you meant by sleeping over. (Sent 10:07am)

🗨️ Hakkai: Awh, it’s okie Taka, I know you were only looking out for me. (Sent 10:07am)

Absolutely, looking out for Hakkai. That’s what this was, that’s what he was doing. There couldn’t have been any other reason why he was so upset at the thought of you sleeping together. He was just being a good friend.

-----

┃ “Y/N!” the hoarse voice spoke to you, feeling the smooth cloth of his jacket pressed against your face as you bumped into him.

You looked up only to recognize Hakkai, kind thoughts flooding your mind, diminishing your anger stemming from your interaction with Mitsuya moments before. He grinned at you giddily, eyes relaxing any sort of tension left in your body. You slowly began to forget why you were mad and allowed yourself to indulge in his presence.

┃ “Good afternoon Hakkai! Waiting for Mitsuya?”

┃ “Mhm, you takin’ Designer 101 too, right?”

┃ “Yup! How come you aren’t taking it? You’re very fashionable, y’know?”

┃ “You’re too kind,” He giggled, his grin beginning to somehow grow wider on his cheeks as he raised his hand to pat your head.

┃ “I’m serious! Why don’t you join the class? It’s not too late, the second semester is about to start!” You eagerly pushed on, rejoicing in the positive energy he emitted.

┃ “ ‘m not really into making clothes, just showing them off...” He let out a hefty chuckle before getting cut off by you.

┃ “You don’t have to be good at making them! Some students choose to learn how to stylize different clothing and patterns, it’s all about the latest trends.”

┃ “Really?” He went silent for a few moments, smile morphing into a straight line as he contemplated your words carefully. Not to fret, as his smile quickly returned as he said: “Well then, might have to ask Taka-chan to help me sign up!”

You both shared a laugh and began to discuss the enrollment process in order for Hakkai to join the class-- if he were to drop another class, what class would he drop, or would he simply add it to his current schedule? While your conversation was nothing more than an innocent developing friendship, unbeknownst to you, Mitsuya had witnessed it all and declared it once more another betrayal. You were such a slut, flirting with anyone and everyone. Irrationality began to consume him-- instead of seeing your interaction with Hakkai for what it truly was, a genuine developing friendship, his brain refused to comprehend your behavior with other men. He never got to the level of comfortability you had with Takemichi, and he had lost the sense of ease you had with him to Hakkai and god, god did it piss him off. Unfortunately for that kohai, she was just another doll for him to play with just until he could get your attention again. Even a single drop of your attention, your attachment, it was enough to drive him for weeks just to be able to be near you again. Your kind words squeezing his heart tighter and tighter the more you spoke, your laughter ringing in his ears at a corny joke he told you during club meetings, it enveloped him into infatuation which later developed into a larger feeling. Such a large feeling over the progressing months that when he began bullying you, when your lack of presence and absences during meetings began to grow, an emptiness began to root in his heart, waiting for you to touch it once more and let it grow.

He could go on and on listing things about you-- the way he loved your sense of fashion, the way he loved your sense of humor, your compassion to helping others, your intellect that allowed you to read everyone like a book, everyone except him. Why couldn’t you see that he didn’t hate you? Oh, but that jealousy, the first time he’d admit that it was jealousy, it gripped him so tightly around his neck that it felt suffocating. Every shove, every clasp of your hand, your wrist, your chain, your chain, it made his heart shutter seeing that dead watery look in your eye, but your attention was like a drug that he just had to keep getting more of. It would never be enough to satisfy him, not until he could call you his and you would call him yours. He pitied using them, he really did, but he needed someone to satiate his needs. He was a womanizer, after all-- if one left he would just charm another into his bed. They all had high respect for Mitsuya, his intellect, his charm, his skill, and his kindness. Yet no matter how hard he tried, all those women, they were never you and they could never try and be you. He found that he no longer sought sex for his own pleasure anymore, but for your own, pretending so desperately that the one trembling out of pleasure beneath him was you. Imagining, no, fantasizing that he was making you happy and leaving you satisfied.

Upon seeing your interaction, he quickly left with his kohai for their own exchange, leaving Hakkai unfortunately confused as he waved you goodbye, patiently waiting for his friend to meet him. You were still on campus because you had taken additional extracurricular activities to build up your transcript to make up for your absences in Mitsuya’s Home-economics club. At first, you attempted to make it through the club meetings but he made every single one as unbearable as possible. The second semester, could it come any sooner? Hakkai, too focused on organizing his schedule with you previously, had failed to notice Mitsuya leaving with a woman. He waited, he waited, and he waited, coming to a good hour until he realized Mitsuya wouldn’t have left him waiting for this long without a heads up. He looked at his phone, expecting some sort of contact-- a phone call, a message, anything. All that awaited him was several unread messages from group chats and friends, none of them from Taka-chan. He sighed, placing his phone away just as he noticed your presence once more, planting a fake smile on his face to disguise his obvious disappointment. Unfortunately for him, his smile only instantly alerted you something was wrong.

┃ “Hakkai? Why are you still here, weren’t you supposed to be meeting Mitsuya?”

┃ His phony smile stood in place as tears began to fill his eyes. He croaked: “T-taka-chan left me. Do you think he’s mad at me for sumthin’, Y/N? I don’t ‘member doin’ anything.”

You instantly rushed over to comfort him, witnessing what appeared to be an intimidating giant become undone into a fragile teddy bear at the thought he had upset his best friend. Your disdain only kept growing for Mitsuya, first it was his lack of maturity during class, and now he had abandoned his best friend for whatever reason it was. Hakkai was a sweetheart, you couldn’t imagine what he may have done to upset someone. Therefore, you came to the conclusion Mitsuya had thrown a tantrum of sorts and took it out on him. It irked you, however, Mitsuya always remained respectful and loving to his best friend in addition to Yasuda-san, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow wondering what got him so upset for him to entirely ditch his friend. Pushing those thoughts aside, you placed all of your focus on bringing a smile back to Hakkai’s face, gently rubbing his back and placing your forehead against his temple as he crouched over in defeat. You desperately attempted to think of anything to cheer him up.

┃ “Ah, how about some tea?”

┃ “...Tea?”

┃ “Listen, I have absolutely no idea what you like and I want to calm you down so-”

┃ “Tea sounds good.” He said softly, a small smile returning to his face.

You escorted Hakkai comfortably back to your dorm, located on the east wing of the campus. Women and men could go to each other’s dorms, they just had gender-separated wings because it was just easier to contain the chaos if everyone was allowed to sleep with their girlfriend or boyfriend. The boys had their dormitory on the west side, thus you noticeably got some glances as you strolled with Hakkai. Mitsuya was always surrounded by Hakkai and Yasuda-san, so obviously most of your classmates were shocked to see you hanging out with his right-hand man. Were you both sleeping together? Ooh what a scandal (not). Although you didn’t mind the glanes too much, Hakkai on the other hand made sure to shoot down them all with a nasty side glare, quickly causing them to turn their cheek. It was a cute sight after all, seeing how you subconsciously had reached for his hand and began to rub gentle circles on it in order to ease him, which succeeded in doing so. Once you arrived at your dorm, you opened the door and gave him a show of jazz hands as you toured him around your dorm. Your dorm wasn’t the largest compared to his and Mitsuya’s dorm, which made him realize the privilege of not having a financially aided dorm. Your queen bed comfortably rested on the right side of the room, covered with a curtain and fairy lights on the wall behind it. Your desk was not too far away, maybe a good 15 feet across your bed, not too messy but not too neat. It was obvious you were working on something, as there were papers still out and scattered but the rest of the desk had the pens, pencils, and stapled papers sorted in a clean pile. Your pinboard was half-covered with your calendar, cluttered with small sticker reminders while the other half was your schedule, nicely decorated with washi tape sticking it to the board. Next to your bed was a wooden closet and you led him into the cramped kitchen that made him gasp, seeing how you make such a tight space so comfortable and presentable. You had a small glass coffee table in the middle, a small fridge cramped in the kitchen underneath a cupboard and next to a cabinet holding the sink on top. Next to that was a stove with a microwave on top, both color-coordinated black, contrasting the white of the room. You guided him over to the table and motioned for him to sit and he obediently did. Walking over to the countertop holding an old-school kettle, you used it to strain and brew the tea. Gleefully, you dropped a few ice cubes in his glass and carefully poured his tea and then your own, sitting across from him at the table. He took a sip of the tea you had placed in front of him, smiling not at the delightful taste but the awaiting face you had fixated, putting your hands under your chin waiting for a response.

┃ “This tea is delightful, thank you Y/N.” He said warmly and you basked in his praise.

┃ “Ah, sorry if I made you uncomfortable with the staring. I don’t… really get visitors. It’s nice to have someone over.” You replied, your face beginning to glow a light pink as your lips formed into a slight frown, embarrassed to admit how you had no friends.

┃ “Mm, I should be the one thankin’ you,” The softness in his voice made your crouched posture fix itself as you looked up to him. “You made me sum tea, opened me to your home, all ‘cuz I was sad and overthinkin’. You ain’t hafta do that, but you did anyway. I appreciate ya!” His iconic grin was now back where it belonged as his eyes glazed over you in pure adoration. You smiled in return, both returning to take a sip of your tea.

Hours passed and he was still at your house, you both gossiping and talking like old friends. You discussed your classmates, praising them and disapproving of the behavior of others. He began to confide in you about what he witnessed during his time as the second-division’s vice captain. You eagerly listened to him as he described to you his tales with his brother and his amazing sister Yuzuha, anything and everything was up for debate. At least, almost everything. Despite being the main reason he was so upset, you and Hakkai had not discussed Mitsuya’s treatment of you. He was mentioned in a few gang stories, but it seemed as if Hakkai was opting out of speaking about him out of respect for you. However, his head began to slump, implying he was tired. You grabbed your phone, which had been placed upside down on the coffee table, and looked at the time and saw it was well past midnight. You leaned over to rub Hakkai’s shoulder and you gasped when his head turned back upright, alert as if he just remembered something. Drunk on drowsiness, he began to speak:

┃ “Mmh, y’know Mitsuya used to talk about you a lot. Always went on about this pretty girl who was awfully sweet, really smart…” He trailed off, fighting off the sleep that clung desperately to his eyelids. “He never gave me a name but after club meetings when I woulds wait for him, he would tell me about his conversations. I always saw him looking at ya. What did ya do to make him so pissed off?” Although he had no malicious-intent in his questioning, it was enough to cause goosebumps all over your body.

┃ “I didn’t do anything, ‘kai. Really, nothing different happened that day. All of the sudden, the next day during his club he humiliated me in front of everyone and then made me stay after hours to yell at me even more.” You went silent for a moment, before your curiosity got the best of you and you questioned: “He used to talk about me? Are you sure?”

┃ Ignoring your question, he replied to your initial response. “You didn’t do anythin’ different at all that day?”

┃ You contemplated his question carefully, before realizing the one event that was an outlier to the rest. “I was waiting for my friend outside campus gates that day. He offered to wait with me but I insisted he didn’t, mainly because my friend had said Mitsuya wasn’t very fond of him so it was better if he didn’t see him.”

┃ “Who’s the friend?”

┃ “Hanagaki Takemichi.”

┃ The tired man in front of you took a full minute to process your sentence before bursting out and crying of laughter a few moments later. You looked at him, pure confusion coating your body as he continued to sob. Finally, after a few minutes, he wiped his eyes and sat back up, gleaming at you. “Well that’s your problem, Mitsuya fucking hates Takemichy. Probably spied on ya because he was worried, saw Takemichy, and boom-- he got jealous AHAHA!” He went back to crying of laughter, leaving you a few moments to yourself to process his words.

It was embarrassing to admit how Hakkai was half-asleep in front of you and somehow managed to put together your puzzle of confusion together months after said incident had happened, in under 20 minutes. However, you couldn’t find yourself disagreeing with his theory. Suddenly, Hakkai stopped laughing and looked up at you, all serious.

┃ “Now wait… that’s not funny! He’s been pushing ya around all the time just cuz he’s jealous of you being with other guys?! That’s fucked up! ‘M gonna beat his ass, Y/N! Just for you!”

You now began laughing, taking Hakkai’s hand in yours over the glass countertop and tapping it gently.

┃ “That won’t be necessary, ‘kai. How about we come up with a solution?”

┃ “My solution is beating his a-”

┃ “A non-physical solution.”

┃ He went silent for a few moments, looking away from you to the window to think. You could tell he thought of something when a smirk began to plaster itself on his face. “How about we test our theory?”

┃ “Elaborate.”

┃ “If that pain in my ass is done with whatever it is he’s doing, there was supposta be a party tomorrow. Not at our dorm, but our friend’s. You might have heard of him, Manjiro Sano?”

You responded with silence.

┃ “Mikey. The Invincible Mikey.”

┃ “Not ringing any bells.”

┃ “Brother of Emma Sano. Brother of Izana.”

┃ “Emma Sano is so nice!”

┃ “Captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Y/N.”

┃ “Oh.”

┃ “Point is, he’s having a party tomorrow. We could get some revenge, I bring you as my date~”

┃ “Won’t that make him angri-

┃ “That’s what revenge is.”

┃ “Why don’t I just talk with him?”

┃ “Has he tried talking to you?”

┃ “...no.”

┃ “I rest my case.”

Silence enveloped the room once more. It wasn’t an awkward silence, no, it was quite a comfortable silence actually as he patiently awaited your response and allowed you to process and think.

┃ “When is the party exactly?”

✿ tags: @haiq-trash @blackmysticalsimp @the2ndl @bren-heron @delicatejudgecopcowboy @skiwalkers

✿ a.n. // First of all, thank you so much for 102 followers <3 I appreciate the support being given to me! I would like to address one thing, however, please don't rush me to write! I've gotten very kind messages of support but others have been demanding more of me and it's important to remember that I have classes, chores, a social life, and many other things happening. I love writing but rushing me makes it unenjoyable and it won't be my best work. My goal for this ongoing fanfic is to post weekly. Just a little ted-talk there, I hope everyone enjoys this chapter though! I had such a fun time writing it :)

[junisfics]

Blurred Lines* — Armin Arlert

Request:

Can I request a first time with Armin? Like it’s his first time with the reader

Summary: After a particularly emotionally draining mission, Reader tells Armin she can’t wait any longer

Warnings: Fluff, Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex), Graphic Depictions of Violence, Brief Descriptions of Illness

Word Count: 3.3k

Notes: yes i hc armin as having a big ole dick on him... have u seen the energy he radiates?

Your legs are pulled up against you with knees resting against his chest. He holds you between his legs and you both sit messily on his bed.

Armin's hands were careful as they comforted you, his palms that glide over the planes of your back and sending shivers down your spine. You cried quietly into his neck with an arm draped around his shoulder, the other resting gently at the base of his neck.

He whispers solace nothings into your hair;

"It's not your fault."

"It's okay, y/n."

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

It was a child. Torn mercilessly in half in their own kitchen. Blood and insides strewn everywhere from the sheer brutality and force that they were ripped apart. It was only their upper half, blood pouring from their mouth and a blank look in their eyes. They're neck had obviously broke from the fall, the contortion of the limb dramatic, head jerked violently to the side.

You threw up in a garden, stomach emptying itself over a bundle of fruits. Armin had held your ponytail back as your tears mixed in with the vomit that dribbled down your chin. You'd hiccupped over and over as you cleared your throat. The image burned into your eyelids.

He pulls your face into his hands, shifting you to face him as you sit cross legged between his legs. His eyes are gentle and kind, brimmed with their own tears that threaten to spill over. His hands are warm, comforting and tender, thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

"Shh, it's okay."

He can't stop your crying or the incoherent words that spill from your lips as your tired eyes look into his. It pains his heart and soul, choking back tears of his own.

"Armin - they - their intestines - " You hiccup with every cry, head bobbing in his hands. You fist his shirt in your hands, crying to him as if he wasn't there himself.

"y/n, you need to calm down." He soothes, using a hand to flatten the hair atop your head and tucking it behind your ear.

"I - Armin - it - it was a child."

He didn't know what to do. His heart aches in his chest. He wanted to take your pain away.

You didn't understand why this singular event had such a traumatic effect on you. You'd seen plenty of dismembered bodies before. Something about the way their eyes were empty and lifeless struck a nerve inside you.

He pulls your face to his and presses his lips to yours. You hiccup once then twice into his mouth but takes them in, only pressing you harder against him.

It's the only thing he's sure will calm you down and shut you up. He drinks in your sobs, salty tears slipping past his lips and onto his tongue. His kiss drowns you as you kiss him back passively,

His lips are gentle, moving smoothly and carefully against yours, sending warmth throughout your once panicked body. Just like that you're grounded, brought back to Earth and brought back to him.

You need more.

You lean into him, getting up to your knees and standing on them so his head tilts upwards for his lips to stay pressed to yours. You take your legs and bring them to the outsides of his and he follows suit and brings his legs closer so if you would sit you’d straddle his thighs.

His comforting hands fall from your face to your waist with an uncertain undertone.

Does he let you continue? 

Obviously, rather indecent thoughts have crossed his mind more then once during this occasion but his guilt stricken conscience has prevented him from pushing you any further; that... and well... the fact that neither of you have done anything past feeling each other up as well as the clear fact that you’re in a negative headspace.

His thoughts go out the door as you crawl further up his body, pressing down on his chest so he lays flat on the bed, head coming down on the pillow. You sit down onto his lap and are unexpectedly ( to you at least ) greeted by his semi hard erection that’s beneath you.

You walk dangerously close to the unspoken line you have both set; the line of experience and inexperience, of comfort and uncertainty... desperation and satisfaction.

Your chest is flush against his as you kiss at his used lips before making your way down his chin and jaw. Your fingernails scratching at his toned chest. His mouth drops open and eyes fluttering back closed as your lips kiss and bite at the fragile skin just below his jawline, hands gripping at your hips a little to tightly to feint composure.

“y/n, I don’t - I don’t think this is the best idea -” He opens his eyes. He struggles restraint.

He wants nothing more then to kiss and hold and feel you, to have his hands travel over every inch of your bare skin and tangled in your hair. He wants to kiss you until neither of you can breathe right so you pant desperately into his mouth and cling to him like a lifeline.

You sit up, just enough so you can look into his deep blue eyes and take in the flustered expression on his face.

“I want to, I need you. Armin, please, give me this. I’m ready.” You plead, his face back in your hands and noses bumping together as you beg for him.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he desperately tries to maintain composure. He wants to give himself to you, place himself directly in your hands and have you take everything you could ever need from him, but he has no idea if you’re in the right place to make the same decision for yourself.

“I want to forget, just make me forget.” You mumble against his lips.

With that, he hands himself over and the line between desperation and satisfaction is blurred like ink on wet paper.

In answer he sits up, slightly bumping his forehead to yours before grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulling it roughly over his head. You waste no time in doing the same crossing your arms around your torso and grabbing opposite sides of the hem of your shirt and pulling upwards. 

His cock twitches beneath you as his eyes land on the foreign skin of your stomach and chest. He’s filled with complete and utter need.

His hands seem to have minds of their own as they grab at the exposed skin of your ribs, gliding over the goosebump ridden flesh, eyes drinking in the milky canvas before him. Once he realizes his actions he pulls back, eyes returning to yours and hands once back at your clothed hips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if that was okay-”

You shut him up the same he did to you, pressing your lips back against his.

“No, please... touch me.” You whisper, raking your fingers through his tousled hair, “It’s okay”

As much as you appreciate his consideration, you lack the patience.

He does as you wish. Hands return to untraveled panes of flesh that send whimpers up your throat and heat flooding south to where you need him the most. Every inch of your bodies tremble with arousal and inexperience but you wouldn’t dare stop.

You drag your hips experimentally across his, feeling his now completely stiff length glide against you in torturous pleasure. You let out the first real moan he’s heard from you into his mouth and his pants grow uncomfortably tight. 

His chest is warm against yours, still clothed nipples dragging across the toned muscle. You knew Armin would have at least some muscle on his lanky body thanks to the strenuous training the Survey Corps had provided, but never would you have expected to be feeling the extent of toned ridges of his muscle beneath your fingertips.

You take one of his wrists in your grasp and pull him so he rolls on top of you, his waist between your thighs and forearms coming to brace himself beside your head.

“Take these off.” You mutter, grabbing at the sides of your pants and yanking them, lifting your hips in the process to both pull the waistband over your backside and get closer to him.

Your undergarments, his pants, his boxers. Three layers between you.

His mind goes blank, listening to your words and aimlessly pulling the clothing down your legs and tossing it beside the bed. He does the same while he’s standing, stripping himself of his pants and revealing the painful tent in his boxers.

Undergarments. Two layers.

He returns to you, left knee between your legs, cock brushing up against your thigh thanks to the slight bend in your knees.

It’s not as scary as you’d thought. You’re going completely off instinct, trusting your gut and going with the flow. He brings comfort to your nervous body with his own, sturdy and strong. 

Cautiously, his mouth attaches to your neck, licking and nipping against the skin before him and unintentionally leaving deep purple marks in his wake. Multiple mouth shaped bruises are left down your neck and chest without thought, then leading to the tops of your breasts.

He doesn’t know what to do. This is where he has no clue what he’s doing anymore.

You use your abdominal muscles to sit up just enough to reach behind you and unclasp your bra.

He panics.

“Armin, look at me.”

He does.

“I don’t know what to do next either.” You admit, a soft smile upturning your lips, “All I know is that I need you right now.”

“God, me too, I need you so bad, so fucking bad.” His voice is raspy, grained with lust.

Your stomach twists at his use of an expletive. Seeing him like this. Seeing him unfiltered and unhinged awakens a deeper part of you that sends your heart up your throat.

You. He needs you. Not anyone else on this godforsaken planet. He wants you. 

He kisses you again, and with his left wrist back in your hand you guide it down your tense stomach and to the waistband of your panties. When you can feel him moving on his own accord you release your grip. His fingertips are cold as they dip beneath the waist band and tickle the skin below your navel, sending your back arching up against his forearm. 

“I’ve never- you’re gonna need to guide me.” He drops his forehead against your own.

“Um - so there’s this -”

“I - um - know my anatomy, y/n, just tell me what you like.” The corners of his lips threaten to upturn in a smile.

Something about him wanting to make you feel good sends excitement coursing through your veins.

Just tell him what you like, y/n.

You go blank.

What do you like?

You’re brain goes a mile a minute trying to search for when you’ve experienced the most pleasure. Scanning over memories of you tucked under the covers, hand between your thighs and eyes shut tight as you imagined his hand instead of yours. The pads of your fingers circling your clit teasingly light to where your own hips were bucking up against you and begging for more.

Yeah, you liked that.

“Be gentle,” You say quietly, “Tease me.”

He does what he’s told.

Hand slipping lower on your body until his middle finger can search gently for your clit, and once it does so it presses down with a featherlike touch. It’s different. It’s oh so different having his fingers touch you compared to yours. It feels immensely better, senses heightened by thousands. And when his fingers press in tender circles you feel like you could explode.

“A - Armin -” You whimper for him, his eyes that were once trained to your center meet yours, blown with lust.

“Is that - that okay?” He asks, seemingly out of breath.

“Fuck - yeah.” Your voice flies a pitch upwards in response and just as you had predicted your hips stutter up against his hand, wanting more.

He was in complete and utter awe. Was this truly his doing? Was this because of him? The way your body reacted to his touch was exhilarating and had him on edge.

With another wave of pleasure your hand flies to his wrist, not to stop him, no, but to brace yourself. Nothing in your entire life could have prepared you for the way he was making you feel. 

His fingers retreat, “Shit - sorry - did I do something wrong?”

He’s completely out of breath, chest dragging against you as he pants. He has to control himself or he’s not going to last. Just feeling your body twitch and grind against him is enough to tip him over and if he didn’t compose himself soon he wasn’t going to get the chance of being inside you.

“N - no, more, give me more.” You beg, digging your nails into his forearm and feeling the muscle flex under your grasp as his hand obliges. 

He swallows a groan at the feeling of your slick coating his fingertips. You were so ready for him

“D - Did I do this?” His tone isn’t teasing, it’s completely genuine with surprise and incredulity. 

His dick throbs painfully in his boxers as you whimper out a little ‘mhm’ in response to his question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

Slowly, but not annoyingly so, he pushes his middle finger inside you with ease and something between a moan and a gasp leaves your lips at the sensation. When he’s buried himself to the knuckle he takes your mouth in his to distract him from the feeling of you clenching around his finger.

“I - I want another," You say against his lips.

He removes his finger slowly to relish the way the wet of your walls drag across his digit. He replaces the one finger with two, middle and ring finger entering you effortlessly.

Then languidly, he pumps his fingers in and out of your heat, kissing your neck with an open mouth. Your back arching against his warm body and legs trembling. When his fingers curl slightly to hit that perfect spot inside you, your mouth falls open in an inaudible sob and right hand slapping the bed and gripping the sheets.

His own jaw slacks in reaction and a string of curses follow under his breath and he feels himself pathetically teetering the edge of release as he grinds desperately against your thigh for some kind of relieving friction.

With a few more strokes of his fingers against your slick walls you’ve climbed your high and threatening to spill over his digits. It was all too much to fast.

“Stop - wait -” You whine and his fingers withdraw only moments after you speak.

“Are you okay?” He says in a breathy whisper.

“I want,” You pause to think, picking the words over in your head to try and express your need, “I want to cum on your cock,”

His brain short circuits, mind going completely blank. He could feel his heart ramming against his ribcage. He’s brought back to life by your pleading voice.

“Please,” One of your gentle hands come to rest on his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He nods, not even able to force words out of his mouth, then gets to his knees embarrassingly fast to pull the remainder of your clothes off your bodies.

Seeing you in this state of vulnerability and exposure had his tender heart swelling in his chest. Even covered in scars and bruises you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen... and so sure that he will ever see. You’re perfect. You’re lovely eyes filled with lust and admiration as you look up to him, arms crossing over your torso as you grow slightly uncomfortable with the time he takes to stare at you.

“You’re - you’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning back over you to press comforting kisses across the planes of your chest and neck before returning once more to your lips. 

As his hips slide between your legs his cock brushes up against you, skin on skin. Zero layers. He shudders at the feeling, the arm beside your head that braces him up shakes under pressure.

“Is this okay?” He looks in your eyes to search for even the tiniest glimpse of doubt behind them... and he finds none.

“Yes, please.”

Glancing between your bodies that are slick with sweat and arousal he takes himself in his hand, pumping his fist over himself a few times before pressing the head at your entrance.

“It’s-s gonna hurt... a little,” He can’t even focus. You’re so wet, so warm against him. He needs to feel you. For someone who’s never struggled with patience before he’s sure as hell struggling now.

“It’s okay, please, I promise”

He pushes painfully slow into you. His mouth on yours, hair tickling your face.

He was right. It hurts... but it hurts so fucking good. His length stretches you open and filling you so immensely full. The pain is manageable, you were so ready for him. 

And now you’re so tight for him. Your slick heat swallows him, pulling him to the hilt and sending the head of his cock against your cervix. You cry out, hands clawing at the hard muscles in his back as he gives you a moment for adjustment.

Once you’re comfortable you grind your hips slowly against his and savoring the changes in pressure as he shifts within you.

“You can move,” You say, locking your ankles at the base of his spine.

His forehead falls to your collarbone to groan against your skin, “J - Just give me a second.”

If he’d move, he would have most definitely came inside you... and he tries his best to stop the mere thought of it from flooding his head.

Afters a few heartbeats of rest he pulls back, sliding his cock out of you before thrusting back in a little faster then before.

You can feel every inch of him stretching you open, every ridge and vein that lines his pretty dick drags across your walls. Moans spill shamelessly from your lips and onto his, his tongue now licking at your open mouth and high on the taste of you.

All of a sudden the weight of him inside you begins to feel really fucking good. His pace increasing, pulling his length all the way out before slapping his hips back against yours.

"I'm not going to last, I'm sorry -" He says, slipping his right hand over your cheek and into your hair and looking into your eyes.

"Me neither - Armin I -" Your head tilts up the sky and he kisses your jaw before speaking to you.

"Look at me, please." He whispers.

You do, you gaze back into his kind eyes as you succumb to him, putting yourself in his palms as you feed off of each other to climb your orgasms. When he hits that spot inside you with his head you spill over, gushing around him.

He follows suit, burying himself as deep as he can go and emptying himself of everything he has inside you.

You milk him dry.

Your chests heave against eachother as he presses a bruising kiss to your swollen lips.

The lines were walked over, crossed, blurred, obliterated... and it was okay.

[blownbybakugou]

Alright, I’m gonna break the cycle for this. Hcs of Bakugo, Shinsou, Sero, and Dabi with a short s/o BUT she’s chaotic asf. I’m tired of seeing short s/o hc’s that just take the teasing, need one that fights back. Like she would dead ass kick them in the back of their knees to make em fall while saying “Timber, bitch”, If they stand at full height to make her reach to kiss em; she just won’t kiss em for the whole day, or if there’s something on a high shelf and they make jokes about her not being able to reach it, she’ll just scare the hell out of them by climbing on the shelves or counter for it (Bonus moment for if she falls and just goes “Worth it”)

Anon, you read my goddamn mind. I’m short asf, like- way too short for my age., but I spread havoc literally everywhere, including near my bf lmao. AND IM SO SORRY, BUT I DO NOT WRITE FOR SERO as a curtasey, I will add in Shiggy baby. List of people I write for is here.

Bakugou, Shinsou, Shigaraki and Dabi w/ a Short Badass s/o

Part 2 || Part 3

Bαƙυɠσυ

One comment.

He said o n e comment on you looked like a midget compared to him.

And you kicked him to the floor.

He astonished tbh.

Like-

Most girls would’ve puffed their cheeks and bitched and whined about how they weren’t.

But you-

Y o u-

You just made him love you 20x more with your badassery.

He probably sets Deku up.

Telling you that he called you a short stack of pancakes and watches poor Midoriya fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

That’s what he loves.

What he hates,

Is when you don’t kiss him for not leaning down to let you kiss him.

He is not gonna lower himself for you,

But he gets all pouty when you decide not to give him a kiss at all.

He still doesn’t lower himself for you,

But tries to convince you to give him kisses throughout the day.

Now,

Imagine this:

Bakugou is searching for you, and he sees you wobbly standing on a table trying to reach a book.

He rushes over to help scold you,

But the next thing he knows you’re shoving him away and losing your balance on the table.

The bookshelf had tilted slightly, (luckily not falling) and dropped all the books on top of you and Bakugou.

“It was worth it.” You say

“I fucking love you”

Sԋιɳʂσυ

Oh man-

The levels of horniness this brings him-

But it still pisses him off when you kick him down

“Timber bitch.”

“Fuck you too”

He actually goes through the effort to bend down and allow you to kiss him.

Because let’s be honest-

He can’t live an hour without your kisses,

Let alone a day

The first time you did that, he was so sad.

Like, he didn’t mean to upset you.

Please forgive him.

He likes watching you take people down that call you short,

Because it’s not him,

And I’m 99% sure he hates everyone that isn’t you or Denki in U.A.

But srsly, seeing you knock some poor bastard down-

Makes his tired eyes light up,

And his hot scruffy voice erupt in laughter,

(Man I simp so hard for Hitoshi 🥺)

He also gets v scared when you try to get something high up,

It’s like he knows you’re gonna fall.

When you actually do,

He treats you like fragile porcelain.

“It was worth it.”

“No it wasn’t.”

Sԋιɠαɾαƙι

Bitch you thought-

He reverse knocks your ass.

Then you get a punishment spank.

Because he’s kinky asf

Shiggy is decently tall.

(5’9” to be exact)

But he has an image to withhold,

So there’s no way in hell he’s gonna bend down,

Just so you can give him a fuckin kiss.

But he does get really angry when you refuse to kiss him when you guys are alone in his room,

Because Shiggy needs his daily dose of affection.

He might actually force you to kiss him if you won’t do it,

That’s how bad he needs love.

Please just do it 🥺✨

He literally had quirk canceling gloves made just so he could touch you.

He won’t let them go to waste.

He doesn’t really give a fuck or not if you decide to climb a shelf

Gives him a nice view of your ass, so why the hell not?

Horny bastard

When you fall hes like,

“What the fuck was that pathetic excuse of climbing?”

“Stfu it was worth it”

“Whatever”

He doesn’t even help you up,

He just watches you clean up while he plots his next evil plan.

DαႦι

Dabi is shook

Like-

Your tiny ass just kicked him to the floor,

And you had the audacity to say;

“Timber bitch”

He’s into it

He’s knee deep into it.

And here’s why:

As I have mentioned before,

Dabi is VERY into Brats

So when you fight back against him,

He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever.

And Ngl,

He would probably pop a boner every time you kicked him down,

But not when you kick anyone else down.

He likes that to be exclusive to him.

He goes out of his way to tease you now.

Kick him down?

He stands up and full height and pats your head to show the height difference.

Refuse to kiss him for a day?

He’ll refuse to kiss you for a week.

You can’t outplay this stubborn mf

Trust me.

Like fr,

He one time didn’t kiss you for a month,

And Shiggy went up to you thinking you were single.

That was the end of the cycle.

And you can no longer talk to Shiggy.

(Kinda hard since he’s you leader)

Part 2?

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗𝙱𝚢𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞 ©

[spikesbimbo]

Better love

Summary: Niichan always takes care of you <3

cw: yandere niichan gojo but the reader actually likes him being a yandere, pseudo incest, blood play, possessive tendencies, violence, oral sex

wc: 1.9k 

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Your slight smile was hidden behind your fake, worrisome appearance as you looked him in the eyes, your doe eyed expression bringing him back to reality as his hands rested on your waist. 

You did not know why the guys following you around campus did not get the hint of “no”, and that your niichan would easily get rid of them if you asked. But you didn't want him to know that you, his sweet little angel, thought that way; so you conveyed it to him in a more discreet way. 

Crying, not so fake as you were frustrated and scared, but you easily let the tears fall to show him how distressed you were as he waited for you outside leaning on his car as you ran up to him, noticing that your precious little eyes were ruined as he embraced you in his arms.

What you didn't see, but felt, was the intense glare he gave them as he opened the door to set you in the passenger seat, trapping them in a barrier that you couldn't see as he drove you home.

As he finally got you washed up and in bed, tucking you in your favorite blanket, he left the house after giving you a kiss on the top of your head. You weren't really asleep as you heard the car starting, your heart racing loudly at the thought that he would go this much out of his way for you.

You knew what was going to happen as you got up, still a mess but for a ‘good’ reason now, your hands shaking from excitement and not fear as you tried to bring the glass up to your mouth. He was one of the only people in your life now, slowly getting rid of them one by one, whether it was just convincing you to cut them off or other methods.

But you didn't care, he's been the only one you could count since you met him Calling him niichan within a month of being with him, and still calling him it even though your ‘relationship’ has changed.

 He made you feel like you were the center of his world, universe. Thinking about how effortlessly he would slip you off your feet and catch you in his arms as you brought the glass down from your lips.

He quickly snapped his fingers firing it at them, the men disappearing besides the bloody remains left behind on him and the ground. He brushed some off walking straight back to his car, not wanting to waste another second without you as he sped down the highway.

You heard the door open, swiftly running to see him. Exclaiming “Toru!” as you wrapped your arms around him, he let out a little laugh not even through the door yet as your need for him made the seriousness in his head drop.

“You know why it did it, right sweetheart?” he whispered into your ear as he bent his tall frame into yours. Your hands working their way up to his jaw, wiping off some of the blood splattered there with your sleeve. Him showing it off in a sense after your reaction from this happening before, same situation different scenario.

He did it in front of you with no second thoughts as their disgusting hands reach out to grab your ass, coming to his senses when he saw the mess he made laid out before him.

And when he turned around, his mind was racing as he thought he was going to have to lock you away to stay with him, but the last thing he would've thought to see was your face flustered, eyes beaming as you clung onto his now dirty shirt with your fingers, muttering out “you did that....for me?”

“You needy honey?” he said letting you cling onto him as he walked to the bedroom. “I thought i told you to go to sleep.”

“m’sorry niichan, i was worried about you.” You pouted as he laid you on the bed taking his shirt off, thinking how ironic it was that you were the one wanting his attention. 

He always had you at his call, expecting you to respond to his texts directly unless you were asleep, which he knew of, his tenseness whenever you brought up another man that wasn't him, his eyes never leaving you whenever you two went out.

“Worried about me? That's so sweet of you baby” he said sitting beside you. “so worried about me that it got you this worked up?”  

His big hands were resting on your nightgown, lifting it up enough to see another mess he had to take care of. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked for me. You want niichan to fuck you that badly?” he asked teasingly, grinning at your image.

You hid your face in the sheets, embarrassed of the reason he got you like this as he pulled them down with ease. Your fragile little arms being nothing in comparison to him”

“Cmon angel, u gonna let me wreck that dripping little cunt of yours or what? he said tugging on the string of your panties.

You whined out softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into you. His bright hair shining in the moonlight as it tickled your skin ,putting out a false complaint playing into the game he created. 

“Why, is it because niichan is dirty right now? I can take care of that sweetheart.”

“No! Tor-”

“No?” He chuckled out, seeing your hips grind in place as his dirty hands worked their way up your body. Freeing you from your nightgown, only being left in your panties as you leaned up and kissed his blood covered face. The iron taste spreading in your mouth as you held him close.

“You like me all messy, hmm? Messy because I had to take care of you... what a naughty girl.”

The tease in his voice never left as he kept muttering filthy words, your squirming body being the highlight of his day as his breath got closer and closer to your aching cunt, dripping though your panties as you moaned out when he touched you.“Fuck baby you got like this for me, im flattered.”

“You know niichan loves you.... and that he’ll do it over and over again if it gets you like this.” he says pushing his middle finger into the slickness of your hole immediately, thinking about claiming you in and out had his head going dizzy along with your scent.

Your tightness around his fingers is making his cock harder at the thought of stretching you out. He shushes you, cooing while rubbing your clit to ease you up, his finger curling into you as you thrashed around in his hold.

“Niichan’s the only one who can make you cum, you know that right? You know i'm the only one allowed to touch you here.”  he said, grabbing the base of your neck, wanting to instill it on you that he would be the only man to ever see you like this as his fingers tightened.

“Y-yeah, toru, please” you whimpered as he put another finger in, buried knuckle deep inside of you as he started thrusting them. He pulled out his cock, stroking it while he leaned his forehead onto your thighs.

Crying at how his lips attached to your clit, sucking the swollen bud intensely, so impatient to make you cum so he could fuck you. “Fuck baby, you're so sweet”

“You want my fat cock in there? Is that what you want baby?” he smirked, rubbing the area around your cunt. “You gotta tell me like a good girl or i don't know what to do.'' he said, removing his fingers from your hole to your protest as you gasped, nodding heavily to the point where you got dizzy.

His hands trailed up your sides, focusing on your pretty body before ruining it. His long fingers rubbing your thighs and tummy, grabbing the fat in his hands while spreading your legs open. 

“Such a pretty pussy, for my eyes only.” he observed gazing into yours, the blue turning white as he wouldn't let your vision go. You let out another whine at the feeling of his eyes burning holes into you.

“Shh angel niichans here to take care of you, like always” he said with your sloppy cunt spread open for him, your ankles besides your ears as he moved them there. The heat leaving your body as his cold hands gripped your thighs, locking them in place as he pushed his fat cock slowly into you.

“Fuck you're so tight, always sucking me up.” he groaned, his hips thrusting upwards as you moan out. “You got such a greedy little cunt, baby, you always wanna have something in you. Don't worry sweet girl, i'm gonna stuff you full like you deserve. Fuck you till youre all swollen and pretty with my cum.”

“Toru-” you sobbed, face being in his chest met with the dried blood that your hands were scratching against as his pace was ruthless. Your little hole clenched  so tight around him that he can ballet thrust in and out of you.

His hands grip harder on your thighs, pushing himself even deeper as his hips slam into yours, fucking you as fast and rough as he can. “That’s my girl, you this huh? Tell me.”

Your voice chokes out, head dramatically falling back as his cock was ramming into your cervix. “Yes, yea, nii-chan, p-please, cum in me ple ― ah.”

“Of course.” he grunted out, your cries being background noise at this point, mixing in with the sound of his balls slapping into your wet cunt. “Just like i always do.”

His hips rut into you faster as you feel your stomach clench up. You feel him throbbing inside you as your vision goes white. Your nails digging to the flesh of his back as you feel his warmness fill you up.

He lets you rest your head as your limp under him, pulling out slightly enough to see how much cum he left in you, seeing the slick pool out too. He doesnt let it slip as he fucks it back into you quickly. Loving how you're always ready to be fucked and bred, whenever he wanted.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice half gone as he fucked it out of you, making sure the blood was just there’s and not his.

“Yes baby i'm fine.” he answered, kissing you on the forehead before slowly pulling out as he had to clean you two up.

“nii― ” You voiced as he got up, picking you up along with him as he took you to the bathroom, due to the fact that he was unfortunately covered in someone else and not just you.

“Everything i do is for you, remember that.” he interrupted, his gaze hardening as he sat you on the counter while he was below you, running the bath to wash you.

But not before he placed his mouth into the mess he made, licking his cum out of your messy cunt then smothering your lips with it, covering you completely in him, in and out.

[babymilkawa]

I’m not sure if you’re still looking for hxh requests, but if you are, could you do soulmate au headcanons for hisoka, illumi, and chrollo finding out their soulmate is weak/can’t use nen? I understand if you don’t like doing AUs! Also, is it ok if I send in more than one request?

I’m always open to requests and aus!! Especially hxh cos I’ve got 0 ideas :P

And of course you can send more than one requests! Gimme all u got 😤

soulmate au headcanons with:

hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck, & chrollo lucilfer

gn!reader :)

hisoka morow

when I say that I’d do anything for him

so for a long time now, Hisoka has felt a tug whenever he uses bungee gum

it’s been confusing him for a while but he’s started to get used to it

it doesn’t interfere with his fighting at all but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about what it meant

if he's got it attached to someone, and they’re not moving, his aura in that is like throbbing

it’s almost like a heartbeat

one day he was just getting himself a drink and when he walked in, his heart started pounding

like bungee gum wasn’t even activated

this must’ve been confusing as hell cos when does Hisoka get nervous

so he’s sitting there, hearing his heartbeat drumming in his ears

then you sit down next to him, also looking for a drink

and the pounding his ears just gets louder and more intense

he turns to you and you look at him

the same sensation is happening to you

the room isn’t hot or anything, and you’re normally a calm person

“can I help you?” you ask

Hisoka notices that he’s been staring at you for too long

but he's got like this gut feeling that you’re someone important

so you strike up a conversation and realize that the two of you didn’t just meet here by coincidence

however, it doesn’t take Hisoka long to realize that there’s something very different about you

he can’t sense you, like at all

then where did the heartbeating come from? 

so he brings it up and you admit that you can’t use nen, you’re not a hunter

*blink blink* 

but Hisoka doesn’t pry on it too much

surprisingly, he doesn’t ditch you and it’s been years since you two met at the bar

he sees you as someone he needs to protect, someone fragile but precious to him

your kind of fragile doesn’t mean weak in his eyes

you’ve got a headstrong personality, that’s important too

sometimes you bring it up and ask him if he’d rather find someone stronger

he’s gently reassuring you that you’re more than enough for him and that he’s glad you’re his soulmate

you’re the calm to his storm when he’s out of control sometimes, trust me this man really appreciates you

illumi zoldyck

just like Hisoka, there was a consistent pulsing inside of him that left him confused for weeks

you were a con artist that was planning to stain the reputation of the Zoldyck leaders

Illumi was assigned to end your life

it wasn’t until he was stalking behind you did he feel the same rhythm in him

he saw you clutch at your chest, then sway a little, rubbing your fingers on your temple

you were about to collapse when he caught you

wait, what was he doing?

but Illumi couldn’t fight the feeling in his gut that you had heard the same beating

with you still in his arms, he just stared down at you, not saying anything

you looked up at him with hazy eyes 

then everything just clicked

the beating in him bursted and you gasped, he knew that meant the same happened to you

slowly, Illumi helps you back up, still staring deeply into your eyes

the two of you can’t seem to draw your attention away from each other

then without warning, he pulls you to his chest

“run” he says

you look up at him in shock and he tells you to run again before Zeno comes

your eyes widen, instantly realizing who he was

“run to the river, I’ll find you there” he says before pushing you in that direction

once you were gone, Illumi was conflicted

he was still trying to figure out what you meant to him

the two of you had never even met before

but Illumi felt like he had to take up the responsibility to protect you

he could sense no aura after all

over the years you spend together, Illumi has learned that he doesn’t need a physically strong partner

your nature covers that

he enjoys the talks you have and for once, Illumi feels comfortable with someone to open up a little more

he has been questioned by Hisoka on why he keeps you by his side, but illumi just goes off 

“what did you say about them?” he says in a calm voice but Hisoka felt a chill down his spine

chrollo lucilfer

chrollo knows youre his soulmate when he’s trying to get an artifact that has caused the beating in his heart to go feral

you refuse to sell it to him though

so normally you’d be dead on the spot lol, not knowing who you’re messing with, but chrollo lets it slide cos everything in the universe is telling him to not kill you

after that, he comes back every day, using the artifact as an excuse to come, but he’s really not interested in it anymore

he wants to know more about you

he learns that the first day he came, you were scared out of your mind, the constant beating had gotten you nervous, as well as his presence

chrollo pulls a face and assures you that he only has good intentions

he knows the secret you’ve been trying to avoid from all your talks together, your weakness

he doesn’t mention it though until months later

you want to accompany him with his “friends”, not knowing the true crimes of the phantom troupe, and brings it up

this also makes him have to explain to you what he does

deep down he’s terrified though that you’ll leave him and think that the two of you aren’t compatible

but you’re understanding

you say that you know not being able to use nen is dangerous in this world

and he,,,he sympathizes with you

he promises you that nothing will happen if you have him, you’re safe with him

he offers for you meet the troupe but you’re hesitant

you don’t want them to look down on you and just see you as easy prey

before you arrive though, chrollo gives them a big talk down

“you even think a single thought about them that’s demeaning and you're out”

soon, they see you as part of them

none of them even think that you’re unworthy

because youre like a good luck charm to them on their missions

chrollo would never even let you stay near the site but you’re watching them nevertheless

them just knowing you’re there makes them 2874x more confident

a/n: aaah this was my first time doing a soulmate au,,, idk if I did it right but I hope you enjoyed it! 

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[ghostdrew22]

hi ok sooooo i have asked numerous writers for this request because i thrive on angst and fluff 👁👄👁 so here goes: a love triangle between draco, harry, and a ravenclaw reader. the reader’s been known to be head over heels in love with draco and giving him origami hearts everyday for a year or two, which he only throws in his trash bin. he usually just ignores her and finds her gestures annoying and laughable. one day, he goes too far with his rebuttals. the reader, heartbroken and realizing she had no chance at all, stopped pursuing him altogether. for the next few weeks, he found himself weirded out that he hadn’t received any origami hearts. while emptying his trashbin, he discovers that when you unfold the hearts, there were little notes of encouragement and sweet letters. just as he was about to confront her, he notices the reader folding something on her table during class and thinking it was finally another origami heart for him. however, it was a butterfly, and she handed it to harry instead. Jajdjeioa PLS MAKE IT ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IT’S UP TO U ON HOW IT WILL END BUT WOULD BE CUTE IF HARRY MADE THE PAPER BUTTERFLY FLAP ITS WINGS THO

Ok sorry for the cliche and long request, take your time and stay safe. I enjoy your writing sm 🥺

Butterflies and Paper Hearts || D.M, H.P

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader , a bit of Harry Potter x reader but not really Warnings: ANGST, swearing, Summary: Draco doesn’t like you and tries to let you down multiple times, when it finally does work he feels regret wash over him.

WORDS : 3864

First of all, I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this. I read the request when it first came in and I loved it but I’ve been struggling to conceptualize it, and then I fell into a bit of a sad spiral because of all the other stuff that’s been going on in my life, which is why I took me so long to complete it. Second of all, I had to amend the idea a bit to make it work for me, e.g I wrote this in an AU where Voldemort doesn’t exist because I hate mr. no-nose, and I didn’t make the hearts go on for years. Third of all, thank you so much for this request! It’s a lovely concept and I really enjoyed writing it <3

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Butterflies.

Flying. Soaring. Alive.

The first time that Draco had ever noticed you was in your fourth year. You were sat at the Ravenclaw table and immersed in a discussion with Padma Patil, one that had you laughing so hard that you were throwing your head back and wiping tears from your eyes. The sight had knocked the wind out of his lungs, like someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he felt the weirdest sensation in his gut.

It was butterflies erupting.

~~~

The first time that you noticed Draco was in your fifth year. Ravenclaws and Slytherins were in Charms together, as usual, and you’d accidentally sat next to him instead of Padma.

“Dude, you’ll never guess what happened this morn-“ You stop speaking the second you notice that the person beside you is, in fact, not your best friend but rather a scowling Slytherin. “You’re not Padma.” You frown.

“No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What gave it away? The green robes or the blond hair?”

“The snarky attitude.” You instantly reply and he looks taken aback for a second, “Who are you anyway?”

If you’d thought he looked shocked before, you were wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Who are you? What was so confusing about that sentence?” You raise your eyebrows, “Clearly not a Ravenclaw.”

He scoffs at your remark but answers anyway, “I’m Draco? Draco Malfoy?” He asks, a pretentious tone lacing his voice. “We’ve shared this lesson together since you got here last year?”

“Stalker much?” You ask with a smile and he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you Draco, I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He replies simply as he takes the hand that you’d outstretched. “Some of us pay attention.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what happened this morning?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“You were about to tell me about what happened this morning.”

“Oh.” You respond in embarrassment and watch as his smirk grows.

“What? Am I not worthy of your great story?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t think it’ll interest you.”

“Try me.”

“Right, what’s all this then?” Padma asks as she stops in front of the desk with a confused expression.

You giggle at her obvious confusion, “I accidentally sat here instead of by our normal spot. Do you know this miserable boy?”

“Better than I’d like to admit.” She responds sourly before turning a harsh gaze toward Draco, “Daddy’s boy.”

“Wench.” He responds and she rolls her eyes.

“Are you coming to sit with me?” Padma asks as she turns back to you and you shake your head.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’d like to sit here and annoy him today.”

“I cannot possibly stand in the way of that, you’re doing the whole grade a great service.” Padma replies with a laugh as she goes to sit a few desks away from you.

~~~

Day 1 - 1 Heart

Hearts.

Fragile things.

It’s the next Monday when you have Charms again, and you decide to sit by Draco’s desk in hopes of him coming to sit beside you.

“What on earth are you doing?” Draco asks as he peers over your shoulder before sitting in the chair beside you.

“Origami.” You respond with a smile and he raises an eyebrow toward you. “That thing where you fold pieces of paper into shapes?” You ask and he nods in understanding.

He takes his seat with a sigh, “Sounds boring.”

“Everything sounds boring to you.” You roll your eyes before finishing up the origami heart.

“True.”

You give it a once over and smile in satisfaction before turning to Draco and handing it out him. “Here.”

Hearts. Absurdly fragile things, Draco thinks as he feels his own heart begin to race. Here you are, nonchalantly handing him a piece of paper, and he feels like his entire world is collapsing in on itself at the gesture. Y/N, giving me a heart.

He rolls his eyes and takes the object from you with a scowl, “Why are you giving this to me?”

You shrug, “You’re not completely intolerable, you’ve earned it.”

He smirks, “Careful, people might start to think that you like me.”

You smile, “Maybe I do.”

Your smile reminds him of butterflies- bright, fluttering, inviting, warm, beautiful.

He rolls his eyes and makes a big show of tossing the origami heart into a nearby bin, and you fight to hide the hurt hidden behind your eyes. But what you don’t know is that at the end of the Charms lesson, once everyone else has left, Draco goes into that very same bin and pulls out the heart.

Day 20 - 20 Hearts

“Are you still doing this?” He asks in annoyance as you hand him another origami heart, the same way you have, every morning, for the last twenty days.

“Yup. I’ve got no reason to stop.” You shrug with a small smile.

“How about the fact that I think they’re stupid and I don’t like them?”

“You’re under the misconception that I care about your feelings.”

He chuckles and brings his face down to yours till you’re inches apart. “I think you care a lot more about my feelings than you’d like to admit.”

You swallow and look away from him, trying to avoid the warm feeling that’s creeping up your neck and settling into your skin. “You wish blondie.”

“Mhmm.” He replies absent-mindedly as he turns into the classroom, drops the heart into the nearest bin, and sits in his seat.

You try to look unbothered as you go to sit beside him, ignoring the disappointment that’s churning your insides.

Day 35 - 35 Hearts

You watch as Draco inspects the origami heart from the Slytherin table, hoping that he might open it this time.

“He’s going to break your heart, Y/N.” Padma whispers from her seat beside you in the Great Hall.

You shake your head and let your eyes drift away from the blond at the Slytherin table. “He wouldn’t do that, he’s a lot better than you think he is.”

“Y/N, I’ve known him a lot longer than you have and I know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“And why not?” You ask defensively.

Because you’re a muggle-born, Padma wants to say, but she knows that it isn’t her place to crush your dreams so harshly. She shakes her head instead and smiles sympathetically, “Nevermind, I’m sorry for overstepping.”

You don’t notice, too busy talking to Padma, that Draco tucks the little piece of paper into his robe with a small smile.

Day 50 - 50 Hearts

You don’t exactly know when you caught feelings for Draco, it’s like all the small moments just bunched up together, but you know that it wasn’t your intention. The hearts, the sitting together in charms, it had all just started as friendly gestures in an attempt to get the scowling boy to befriend you, but somewhere along the line things just got too messy.

And now, you’re utterly infatuated with him.

You take a deep breath as you pull out the small box from your bag containing Draco’s Christmas present. The train comes to a half at platform 9 and 3/4, and you quickly grab your belongings before rushing out of the train in order to catch the blond before he goes home for the holidays.

You catch him by the door and you smile at him. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Another paper heart?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk and you shake your head.

“No, it’s something else actually.” You hand the box to him, wrapped in a mix of dark green and navy blue paper, and he accepts it with a skeptical glance.

“What is it?”

“A Christmas present.” You laugh and he nods sheepishly in acknowledgement.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t get you anything…”

“I didn’t want anything.” You smile again, “That’s not why I got you a gift.”

You watch as he nods again and looks out the window. “Then why did you get me the gift?”

“Cause we’re friends.” You shrug and he swallows.

If he were any other person then the erupting butterflies in his stomach would be an obvious sign to pull you closer and hug you till both your arms hurt. If you weren’t a muggle-born witch, and his parents weren’t watching him intently from outside the train, then this would be the moment that he seized to let your friendship blossom into more.

“We’re not friends.” He spits out coldly, and you’re taken aback by the sudden harsh tone.

“Okay…” You reply quietly, “Acquaintances?”

“For fuck sake…” He mumbles with a sigh, “Y/N, I don’t like you, at all. You’re annoying, you’re pushy, and worst of all, you’re a mudblood.”

Harsh words, words that taste of venomous denial, are running out of his mouth before he can stop them. The look of astonishment and sadness on your face has regret dancing on his tastebuds like the taste of tar, and he struggles to push that feeling down.

“You don’t mean that…” 

“I meant every word, and I can repeat it if that empty skull of yours didn’t catch it.”

You shake your head and look down at the ground, trying to blink away tears, and he nods as he turns to finally leave the train.

“Draco.” You choke out and he whips his head back angrily.

“What?”

“I forgot to give you this today.” You whisper as you hand him his origami heart and push your way past him toward the platform.

You feel sick, you feel sad, you feel disappointed. There’s a twisting and churning that’s going on in your stomach but it’s not like normal, it’s the opposite of what you’ve felt every time before.

It’s butterflies dying.

He watches you walk away as a lump forms in his throat.

Day 65 - 0 Hearts

Draco walks into charms half-expecting you to be sitting somewhere else, and half-hoping that you’re sitting in your usual seat beside him. He didn’t open the Christmas present, too much guilt weighing him down, and he hopes that you don’t give him any more paper hearts.

He feels an odd combination of anguish and comfort when he sees that you haven’t moved, and goes to sit beside you in silence. You turn to him and smile but say nothing to him, not then and not for the rest of the lesson. When you get up to leave he half-expects you to drop an origami heart on his books, and disappointment consumes when you don’t.

Day 75 - 0 Hearts

“Morning.” He mumbles as he finds a spot beside you, as usual.

“Morning.” You respond.

That’s all the conversation that you two have now. A part of you misses the way the two of you had been before, easy-going, sarcastic, in-sync, but an even bigger part of you understands why that had to be over. He could never allow himself to love someone like you without resentful undertones of disgust and shame, and you could never settle for someone who doesn’t love you regardless of your blood purity.

“Y/N…” Someone whines from ahead and you look up from your desk to find Harry stood in front of you.

You laugh at his childish behaviour, “Yes Harry?”

“Please help me with this assignment?”

“No.” You respond bluntly, just to mess with him, and he pouts at you.

“Please?” You shake your head, “Please?” You shake your head again and he pouts at you hopelessly, “Pleaseeee?” He begs once more and drags out his plea.

You laugh once again and nod, “Okay fine.”

“Thank you so much!” He exclaims excitedly and leans over the desk to hug you. You shake your head and giggle in his arms, and Draco has to look away to ignore the looming feeling of jealousy consuming him.

Day 103 - 1 Heart

“So, I know that we’re not friends or anything…” You start as you turn to Draco, “But Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I can’t resist the urge to give you one more.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but feels realisation wash over him as you hand him an origami heart, one that’s bigger than all the rest you’ve given him in the past. He nods and takes it from you, trying to pretend as though his heart isn’t swelling at the gesture. “Thank you.” He responds curtly before the two of you revert back to silence.

It’s only when he’s alone in his dorm room that night that he actually looks at the origami heart. It’s red, and you’ve written his name across it in cursive. He runs his fingers along it and allows himself to unfurl it, feeling shocked to find words written inside it.

I know you never read these, so I’m probably wasting my time, but I wanted to say that I miss you.

Ridiculous right? I even feel stupid writing it. But it’s the truth, I do. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way you would scribble nonsense in my book to distract me from the lesson, and I miss the way you’d get so frustrated when I did the same. I miss the way you’d make fun of me for being a nerd, and try not to look proud when you outdid me in tests.

I miss your jokes too, even though they weren’t really funny, and the way you’d always forget your textbook so we were forced to share and we had an excuse to talk. I miss you a bunch, even though I know that you don’t miss me nearly as much.

Happy Valentine’s Day pretty boy,

I wish you could’ve loved me the way that I love you.

He quickly jumps off his bed and walks toward his trunk. He pulls out the Christmas gift that he never opened and another small box that he’d used to store all of your origami hearts, and begins to go through them all.

Note 1 - You’re weird but I like you. Very defensive, I hope that I can knock down those barriers. Note 2 - Your hair looked really nice today, made you look like a famous movie star who pays people to do it for him. Do you secretly have a hairdresser in your room? Note 3 - Your eyes are a strange colour, a cross between blue and grey, it reminds me of the sky before a really pretty rainstorm.

He opens every heart, from the first to the last, processing every last compliment that you’d ever written. With every word he reads, he feels a mixture of love and guilt wash over him simultaneously. Love for you- because you’re kind, and funny, and beautiful, and way too good for him- and guilt- for treating you so horribly because he was scared, when all he had wanted to do was kiss you, and hold your hand.

9 - I’m oddly very proud of you for beating me in the latest Charms assignment, you might actually be the bigger nerd between us both. 20 - I know you hate that I call you pretty boy but that’s what you are, you’re unnecessarily pretty! 26 - You’re very funny when you’re not trying to be. Your jokes are horrendous, but your impersonations and quips can be quite amusing. 35 - I’m starting to think that you don’t read these. No, I’m sure that you’re not reading these. Doesn’t matter though, there’s so many things that I love about you and I think I’ll explode if I don’t put them down somewhere. 47 - I’ve fallen very hard for you, it might be your dumb laugh or the way you tickle me whenever you walk into class, but I didn’t know that you could feel this much for a person. Damn you pretty boy. 50 - Padma thinks you’re no good for me, I agree, but I don’t care. I love you too much to give you up.

The last of the collection is the Christmas gift that you gave him. He’d refrained from opening it out of shame, feeling unworthy of a gift from you after being so cold to you that day on the train. He unwraps it and finds another paper heart, with a silver engraved ring above it. The words, ‘pretty boy’  are inscribed into the ring and he smiles at the sight, a few tears sliding down his face.

Pretty boys like you deserve a little more than paper hearts, I hope you like it.

He slips the ring on before getting off his bed, walking to his desk, and pulling out a piece of paper.

Day 104 - 1 Heart.

It’s Valentine’s Day and his palms are sweaty, for the first time in his life Draco has sweaty palms because of a girl.

You’re in your usual seat and you’re folding another piece of paper. His heart soars at the sight of you so focused, that goofy smile you always have whenever something demands a lot of your attention, and your hands working delicately against the edges of the paper. He stops in front of you.

He clears his throat and you look up at him, startled by the sudden interruption. “Oh, Draco, morning.” You respond with a small smile, obviously still apprehensive about him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiles back and slides an origami heart onto the desk, beside the butterfly that you seem to have been folding.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion as you pick it up and inspect it.

“You’ve made enough to be able to tell by now.” He deadpans and you laugh softly with a nod.

“It’s a paper heart.” You smile up at him, “Did you make this for me?”

“Maybe.” He responds curtly as he slides into his chair beside you, but you catch the shy smile he’s harboring.

“Thank you.” He nods, “I could’ve done better though.”

He scoffs, “That’s not a fair comparison.”

“And why not?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

“Read the note inside and you’ll know why.”

“There’s a note inside?” You exclaim excitedly as you start to unfold the heart and he yanks it out of your hands.

“No! Read it later when I’m, like, far away from you.” He says defensively and you furrow your eyebrows but nod in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll read it after school.” You take it back from him and put it in your robe. You resume folding the butterfly and smile when you see that it’s done.

Draco watches intently as you finish it, expecting you to hand it to him once it’s finished, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you set it down and scan the classroom.

“Harry!” You exclaim as you watch him walk from the door and toward you with a bright smile.

“Y/N.” He responds once he’s standing in front of you. “Is this for me?” He asks once he sees the butterfly on your desk, and Draco is about to scoff at the question but you nod your head eagerly.

“Of course!” You pick it up and give it to Harry, watching excitedly as he opens it up and reads the note inside.

Draco watches in silent envy as Harry laughs, at whatever you’ve written in the note, and brings his lips down to your forehead. “Thank you so much butterfly, I love it.”

You smile proudly and your eyes light up as you watch Harry cast a charm to make the butterfly flap it’s wings and fly down to his desk. “When are you going to teach me that? I’ve been asking for weeks now!”

“If I taught you then I wouldn’t have anything to impress you with.” He smirks as he leaves to his desk and you shake your head with a laugh.

“You two seem to be quite friendly now…” Draco mumbles, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice. The butterflies that had been erupting in his stomach earlier that morning being trampled to death by Harry.

“Yeah, we’ve been-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp as you catch a glimpse of the ring that you bought Draco, “You’re wearing it!”

He smiles at your excitement, thinking about how such simple expressions from you leave butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Yes.” He chuckles and you smile.

“I thought you didn’t like it.” You respond softly and he feels his heart break.

“No, not at all. I just didn’t want other people getting jealous.”

He smiles at you and you feel that familiar bubbling in your stomach, like rosh bushes blooming at the sight of the sun, but you can’t exactly pinpoint the feeling.

Later that day when you’re sat beneath a tree and reading Draco’s letter, you know exactly what that feeling is.

~~~

Y/N.

Beautiful, funny, kind, observant, utterly perfect Y/N.

I’ve spent the last three hours trying to come up with a reason for you to forgive me, I couldn’t come up with one. I also tried to find an excuse, any really, that could justify my horrid actions over the last few weeks, and I couldn’t find one. So instead, I settled on just telling you the truth.

I’m a coward.

You’re probably laughing right now and thinking, “He’s only realising this now?”, and the answer is yes. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you’re the brighter one between us two. It took me 103 more days than you, to realise what you knew the first day you made me a paper heart; the two of us are meant to be.

That sounds a bit cheesy doesn’t it? Doesn’t matter anyway, because in note 12 you said that you enjoy my cheesy anecdotes. I’m not sure why though, I’m not particularly sure why you love anything about me when you’re you, but I guess some mysteries can never be solved.

I’m sorry for those words I said that day on the train, I didn’t mean them. I was scared of what my parents would think if I fell for a muggle-born witch, but I forgot one important thing; it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that I’ve never been as happy as when I’m with you. If I could spend the rest of my life getting these perfect little paper hearts from you, listening to your sweet laugh, bothering you when you’re trying to get work done and buying you rings that match the ones on my hands, then I’d be over the moon.

I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you this; I love you Y/N. I know that I haven’t earned a second chance but if by some miracle you decide to grant me one then I promise to make it worth your while.

I would pick the stars out of the sky for you Y/N, if only you asked me to.

Happy Valentine’s Day from your pretty boy.

You look up from the letter and wipe the tears that had managed to escape, before getting off the grass and running back into the castle. When you find Draco eating dinner in the Great Hall, and see him flash you a shy smile, you instantly know what that feeling from earlier was.

It was butterflies reviving.

~~~

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I’m pretty sure I completely deviated from what you wanted, I’m so sorry if it’s not satisfactory :( It’s so cheesy and I feel like I messed it up at a few points but either way I liked writing it, it made me very happy to finally write some Draco fluff again.

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[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

“here, hold them.”“you’re gonna break the world when you’re older, you don’t know it yet but you will.” OR “fine, fine, fine. rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go calm down the baby.”“glad that we’re dealing with this like adults.” PRETTY PLS UwU

I’m so sorry this took me so long T^T. Bear with me even if this isn’t Aykiz or even a baby girl. I hope you enjoy ❤️

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: f l u f f, all the uwus, dad Levi

Word Count: 1.168k

Disclaimer: i don’t own the gif, i found it on Pinterest

The first time I held you

"It's a boy! Captain, it's a boy!"

The words still lingered in his head as he nervously processed his surroundings. On his left you laid asleep, still looking pale and exhausted as your eyes were halfway closed in frail slumber. In turn, on your own left, attached to the side of the bed was a humble wooden crib adorned with short cylindrical pillows. His eyes flickered right past them, fixating onto the outline of the small human accommodated in the soft silky sheets.

The baby's arms moved maniacally as he tried to shift onto the small matress, his movements seeming almost mechanical, too false to be believable in his father's eyes. And even if it looked out of this world it was Levi's baby. His eyes burned as the thought echoed in his brain, composed by a mixture of pride and insecurity a few tiny droplets worried the corners of his eyes with each passing second. His baby. He was half responsible of giving life to human being. 

The darkness in the room made it impossible for Levi to make out the baby's face but yet he still remembered every single detail he had picked up from a few hours ago as he profoundly stared at you while you held your son in your arms. He had never seen a baby so small, so fragile looking as his son, but the midwife had assured him all newborns looked like that. The chubby cheeks, the body rolls, the sweet toothless smiles, he'd have to wait a few months before those came in the picture.

His heart tugged inside his chest the moment a loud piercing cry threw all of the air out of the room. Sharply, he glanced over your side when you threw an arm away of your face, moaning mellowy at being ripped away from sleep's soft embrace. With tired eyes you blinked at him, pushing your lips together in a knowing manner as if to apologise for the baby's cries.

"I'm so not ready for this Levi."

But he didn't answer, not quite immediately. His mind attemptedly traveled through what he imagined would come out of this unknown territory. He was no stranger to insomnia, of course, it's be ridiculous to even say he was making an effort to sleep for more than two hours. He couldn't. So he should be stepping up in his duty for your son.

"I'm sorry, (y/n) I was just-" he snapped his eyes erratically to relieve some of the burning sensation trapped on his orbs "just thinking about-"

"It's fine love."

"I'll- I'll get him." Damn him, why was he so reluctant, why did he have to chew words back like this.

"It's fine Levi," you repeated, yet the shook of his head in denial to your words caused faint laughter to form in the depths of your chest. "Okay, fine, fine, rock paper scissors to see who gets to calm him down?" The sleepy smug on your face turned into a wide happy grin as Levi huffed in joyous disbelief; you always seemed to know what to do to cheer him up, you knew that far.

"I'm glad we're dealing like this as adults." He remarked though at doing so he caused more laughter to emit from you.

While propping yourself with your arms to sit on your back you shot him a soft sheepish smile, your eyes blinking slowly in exhaustion at his direction. That was the reality of the situation, whatever you did to joke around, you were in pain and you were tired. Levi would be damned if he let you handle this on your own. So, while reaching with your hands over the crib, he watched as you picked the small baby from the matress, carefully and as you placed your palm under his little head for support. He picked up on these details, memorizing them instantly.

The cries immediately stopped as you brought the baby to your chest, causing Levi to widen his eyes in momentarily disbelief. This seemed too easy, too simple, was this all that babies needed?

"I know this is hard for you, isn't it? I’m sorry.” you spoke apologetically, nervously averting your eyes off of his.

“It’s just new to me. Shit-” he hissed. His own eyes despairate to meet yours drove him to reach out his hand to the side of your face, to brush some of the hair that was stuck on your cheek; the aftermath of your sleeping positions never ceased to amaze him. The thought brought a low chuckle out of him, but he brushed past it, only to speak his next sentances “I dont know how to be a father and Kenny doesn’t precicely count as a valid paternal represantation. But with that beind said, I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise you can count on me. I just don’t know where to start”

“You can start by holding him.” you worried a lovestruck look in your orbs as you blinked while speaking, your eyes glimmering into his with assurance. “Only if you want to, no pressure.”

Levi found himself nodding erratically to your words before he could even comprehend what he was doing. Eagerly, he extended his arms to you, almost linking them to your own. As if he was afraid that by refraining to do so, that by letting any space his son would slip from both your grips. You carefully removed one hand from on the baby, taking notice to bring it under his head for extra support as you prompted him in Levi’s embrace. 

"Here, hold him. Just like this." You instructed as you placed him on the inside of his elbow, resting your son's small body on levis cubit. Levi smiled, briefly as he broght his other hand tenderly on his son’s belly, running it across the warmly clothed skin.

“I dont know how to be a mother either.” you spoke quietly “So you dont have to worry about what kind of father you’re going to be. You’re not Kenny. You’re Levi. and we’re going to do this together.” 

When Levi licked his lips, only to wet them before he managed to utter a response to you, he felt the faintest tug on his finger. Looking down, his heart sped up at what his eyes wiitnessed. He gulped, then sighed as his heart thrashed inside his chest. That sight, that tender moment imprinted its way into his brain; his son’s tiny hand clutched the tip of his finger, or just as much of it as he was able to. He had expected anything other than this, in his nervous state. You watched the interaction religiously, receiving an instant answer to your own statement as leaned in to your son. 

“You’re gonna break the world when you’re older,” his nose nuzzled up on the baby’s chest as his eyebrows loosened from their typical frown. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t even mind the tears that run down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes. “you don’t know it yet but you will.” 

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[kallulovesu]

Heyooo :) can you do headcannons for a platonic yandere allies ?? Am aroace so that's the kind that floats my boat, also do you ever feel tired of writing ?? Like .. ur so productive, it's awsome but like .. I hope ur doing it cuz u have energy not cuz you have followers waiting 😬 take care Plz ❤❤🥺

For the anon that asked that yandere reader ask, thx u inspired this ask ur idea is rad :3

(A/N:) ahh thank you for the worry anon, but it’s no problem really!💞 I wouldn’t be making as much content if I wasn’t having any fun, since it’ll probably end up feeling more like chore...and I hate doing chores 😭

That one protective friend that makes sure to check up on you every second (but it’s turned up to the extreme and downright becomes unhealthy in some cases)™

It was ironic to him. Out everyone that he had gotten to know over all these years— hell, perhaps even Arthur; you were the only one he felt like understood him the most. Not many seemed to notice what was going on beneath the surface of his facade, which was why he appreciated you being there. You still liked him despite the many flaws that he had, and tried your best being with him even if it became downright tiring. Alfred would be heavily dependent on you because of this, often going to you to cheer him up— or before he was going to make a rash choice.

So it was only natural that he couldn’t see himself being without you.

You were like a best friend to him; Alfred would even go as far as to say that he felt a familial connection between the two of you. So the deep desire to protect you was normal, wasn’t it? Even when he felt himself worrying for your well-being at even the slightest approach of a stranger, it was just his instinct telling him that there was something wrong. It wasn’t anything unhealthy. Thus, would usually drag you away from anyone that he found to be suspicious; even those he was already familiar with. This would probably result in a lot of arguments, with him trying to say what was ‘best for you’ and with you denying that you needed this much...protection. You swore that it almost felt like he was just isolating you from the others, to have you purely depend on him for whatever reason you couldn’t make up.

Alfred can’t handle being apart from you— nonetheless the idea of you being angry with him, or even hating him . It truly didn’t matter if the reason was rather ridiculous or not, the idea of you hating him just...made his stomach churn uncomfortably. You were his best buddy, and basically one of the only ones he could trust with his inner worries; and the risk of it all being taken away from him because of a silly, childish mistake was all it took to send the poor boy into a state of panic. Please don’t leave him, he’d do anything to keep you there with him. Begging, gifting— you name it.

Arthur didn’t completely seem to realize his feelings at first, confusing it with romantic attraction for a little while— before quickly seeming to realize that it was all purely platonic. He did feel a bit protective of you, maybe even possessive...but it had nothing to do with romance, nor lust. It was just him wanting to have someone beside him, someone that he could call a friend. And someone that would never leave his side.

It won’t be hard to notice how...bad his communication skills were; with him often saying things that he didn’t really mean and slightly setting you off. Arthur is stubborn, so it may take some time (and slight teasing at how much he hesitated) for him to actually apologize. You’ll probably get used to it after a while, since he’s one big tsundere.

Saying this out loud was an absolute no-no for this man— but you being around Arthur was often enough to make him the slightest bit happier. It felt a bit lonely at times, especially with less and less people being around him these past few years. So having you as a friend almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

He’s very critical of those you choose to be around with, often analyzing even the smallest of things so he can determine if they’re actually worth being around you. Which more often than not ends up... not being the case. Arthur will tell you to stay away from them; saying that they were suspicious, and probably had something bad in mind. He’ll resort to isolating you if you were to disobey him, trying to take as much of your attention— and perhaps even kidnapping you if the extreme were to happen. You were his one and only best friend, and he had to make sure you were safe. Always.

Totally the big brother type...well, he usually proclaims himself as being one, so it isn’t that much of a surprise.

Francis will make sure to absolutely pamper you with his attention; hanging out with you, sending letters whenever he was too busy...and simply sending gifts from France. He simply couldn’t let you go off feeling unloved!

He adores talking about you; usually going off on a mindless ramble whenever someone even mentions your name, like a proud father showing off his child. Others will usually compare him to one due to how much he adores talking about you— or simply the way that he treats you. Which would quickly be disregarded with a: “oh, I’m no father! They’re just such a nice little friend to have around, who wouldn’t want to praise such a delicate person?”

On a second note....he actually did feel like a father figure to you. Huh.

Francis will often suggest helping you out with your love life, perhaps even gushing over cute guys together that you found on a random dating app— before quickly realizing that he didn’t really want this. Those silly moments were fun and all, but having you talk with someone that could just be out to use you made him a bit angry...and paranoid, mainly the latter. He will make sure that anyone that even so much dares to get close you first gets his approval first. The feeling of a broken heart was all too familiar to him, and he didn’t want you to experience such a thing.

This may result in him checking up on you...an awful lot, making sure that those around you were only the best of the best and wouldn’t end up being bad influence to you. Yes, he truly was like a father.

A sibling-like person in his life that he didn’t feel insecure against and acknowledged him as his own person? Fuck yes!!

Jokes aside— Matthew really does care deeply for you. Perhaps it was due to the Canadian barely having those that he could...truly call close friends, so having you around almost felt like a blessing. Unlike Francis, he won’t really show you off or talk about you much, especially around his brother. The American had already stolen enough from him, so why would he let something like that happen again?

He’s extremely wary of anyone that even so much tries to make a move on you. It’s just...you were someone that he held extremely dear; and having you potentially getting hurt due to some lowlife that managed to slip into your life would absolutely break his heart. Matthew didn’t want to fail in protecting you, he would never forgive himself if something like that were to happen.

Losing you is something that he wishes to avoid completely. He’ll even go as far as kidnapping you if it came down to it, Matthew just couldn’t see himself living happily without you by his side.

Yao likes cute things...and you’re a cute friend, so it’s a perfect match!

But seriously, he thinks that you’re absolutely adorable. Whether it be because of your personality— or your appearance, it really doesn’t end up mattering in the end. You’re his cute little friend, and that’s all that matters!

He’ll often treat you with more, yet gentler care than most of the others around him. He knew that you were well capable of taking care of yourself; but he just couldn’t help but see you as something fragile, something that he had to protect. So you can already imagine how frustrated he gets when someone treats you with even the slightest bit of disrespect— Yao will often confront them immediately, while you awkwardly have to sit back and watch it all. Almost feeling pity for the person that had to endure your friend’s seemingly never-ending complaints.

Oh, he probably doesn’t quite realize how he comes off as a father at times; seeing how much he’ll scold you for the smallest mistakes (while making sure to correct you of course!) and how he usually made decisions for you, making it hard to refuse his gestures due to his pushy nature. But it’ll probably become a normal thing for the two of you as time progresses, since it’s just...how Yao was, you assumed.

His controlling behavior will also reflect on how he treats your personal life. Yao is very selective of who he lets you be around with, so he’ll often look at your acquaintances and friends with a very critical eye, immediately expressing his distaste in them if they were even to do the smallest thing wrong. “Such a brute isn’t worth being around, (y/n).” Yao will warn you to stay away from them, but won’t bring it up any further if you decide to do what he says. If you don’t then...well, he had special friends to help him out with his dirtier work.

Yao might consider kidnapping you if this behavior keeps on repeating, but won’t feel compelled to actually do it unless something bad were to happen.

Ivan will always try his best to be there for you! While it most likely won’t quite work with him being a rather busy person; a country, nonetheless, but he’ll do his upmost best. It was extremely hard for Ivan to make friends that...weren’t scared of him or secretly disliked him, so having you was such a relief!

Being his only friend, he’ll make sure to be absolutely devoted to you— perhaps in a way that wasn’t too healthy in a friendship, and would often be looked down upon by those looking at your relationship from an outsider’s perspective. But could one truly blame him? Ever since he was born it felt like everyone around him were either toying with him, or were utterly terrified of the boy expect for his two sisters. It was lonely...so it isn’t hard to imagine how overjoyed he was once having you in his life; someone that didn’t display the usual fright whenever he approached them, nor did you look like you were out to hurt him.

Ivan appreciated you a lot.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that you’d most likely become the target of a few other countries, your connection with Ivan wasn’t extremely hidden from the outside world... (from how much he’d senselessly mutter things about you when daydreaming, and the many times he stuck by your side) and so, others would take it to their advantage. Those like Alfred will probably try convince you to leave Ivan’s side, spewing terrifying stories of the man to try and stir up something inside of you so you could leave him. It was mainly for your own safety, yes. But it was also to make the Russian weaker. It was obvious that he was depending on you heavily, and losing you would...god forbid if that would ever happen. Ivan would completely lose himself, perhaps even snapping completely.

So don’t hesitate to tell Ivan if someone was bothering you! Ivan will make sure to get rid of the little parasite from your life in an instant, giving them a short warning whenever the two come across each other...and making sure that he got his point across! It’s better to ignore their sudden disappearance after that day, since someone like them wasn’t worth lingering in your mind.

[uuujeewriting]

should have [xiao oneshot]

tw: mentions of self harm and suicide, mental health issues and angst with a bit of fluff

xiao x gn! reader

a/n: first post on the blog! decided to show some xiao love and u h angst ehe. sorry for the downer but i haven’t been doing so well and meds don’t do much DDDX

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

“reckless thing, you are-” the yaksha huffs and ceases his own words as he coughs at your impact on his chest. “how many times have i reminded you to stop running up or down the stairs?” he scowls. you know he means well.

“ah, sorry xiao,” you chuckle, “i’m just excited to see you, is all.” you push yourself off the chest that caught you and peered gleefully at the male. he seems annoyed to the unknowing mortals passing by, but as a person who has spent half their time ‘pestering’ (as he says) the adeptus, you can quickly tell that he was merely relieved and was trying to hide it—although he’d rather deal with karmic debt twice his own than to admit such fondness for you. “thanks by the way.”

xiao diverts his gaze onto the railing of the stairs, “this is the fourth time this week that you’ve gotten yourself into dangerous and careless situations. are you sure you’re keeping an eye out for yourself?” he interrogates you as if he were your guardian, which he might as well be, you nod earnestly at his question.

“don’t worry about me, i’d never dream of leaving you alone.” you giggle. this answer of yours urged the adeptus to cringe and tell you to stop thinking like you’re all important and whatnot, but he knew he’d be lying if he said you weren’t someone he treasures deeply. “i swear on it!” you add.

“hmph, fine.” he begins to walk away, stopping for a second. xiao hesitates to take the next step without a word and decides to leave you with a message,

“if you ever find yourself in trouble, no matter how small or big–if you know that it’ll cause you any harm, call out my name. i’ll be there.”

you appreciated that.

to be fair, xiao did not bring up his concern because of your recent recklessness, but how dim you seem in comparison to how you were before. yes, you still smiled brightly, but the lanterns in the sky easily outshines you. your eyes still held warmth, but warmth that fleeted every now and then if not focused on the adeptus’. he worried that something was gnawing at the back of your mind and causing said recklessness as of current. 

he knows mortals are weak, fragile, and although he does not look down on you too much, he still feels the need to protect you from even the slightest of disturbances, which is what led to his conclusion now; to check up on you.

‘where in teyvat are they?’ xiao furrows his eyebrows in frustration as he knocks on the door to your house for the sixth time.as he reaches out to knock once more, he flinches slightly when the door opens.

what the hell?

“oh! xiao, what are you doing here?” you smile. 

he could see how distressed you are, even from a mile away, he presumes. you look weaker, thinner and definitely worse than three days ago. eyes as dull as a blank canvas that hasn’t been acknowledged by it’s artist for years, limbs as frail as a dried flower’s petals. what in archons happened to you?

“y/n, what in the seven happened? what’s with your weak physique? you clearly haven’t been taking care of yourself.” he moves to grab your arm but you draw it back quickly before he could catch it. he grows more and more irritated as your silence greets his question, left to be unanswered.

“i’m sorry, xiao, but could you leave me be for a while? i’ll visit you soon, i promise!” 

ah, there you go again with your promises.

“why the hell would i leave after seeing you on the brink of fainting? someone has to look out for you if you aren’t going to yourself!” he exclaims as he grows more and more livid by the second. 

you huff in annoyance, “why do you care? you have millions of other people to save, you shouldn’t get distracted by one you can’t do anything about.” 

xiao clicks his tongue in extreme disappointment as he doesn’t seem to get through you. “you don’t get it at all, do you?” 

“you don’t get it either, xiao.”

silence envelops the air between you as you bask in infuriatingly awkward stillness. xiao knows he doesn’t get it, you know you’ll never understand him either. it’s hopeless.

after a few minutes or what felt like a decade, you speak up. 

“..hey, can you accompany me somewhere?” you catch his attention. he raises a brow in skepticism, as it is the middle of the night. “it won’t take long.”

he sighs quietly and nods, nudging his head to silently signal you to lead the way. he might as well accompany you instead of going off on a tangent about how you worry him too much.

you arrive at the windrise tree, the breeze nipping gently at your exposed legs. xiao eyes you from behind and bites his tongue despite his urge to berate you.

you sit down at the base of the windrise tree, letting out a long sigh of relief as you stretch your legs. the adeptus hesitates for a second but ultimately decides to sit down beside you.

this time, he’s the first to break the ice.

“what is your purpose of going here with me?” he doesn’t meet your eyes that snap to him quickly at his question. 

there are multiple reasons as to why you might have wanted to visit windrise, some being that you wanted to take a breather after a heated argument, taking a stroll after an exhausting week or even just needing a fresh scenery for a change. all of these reasons and yet, nothing could have prepared him for the words that came next.

“it could be the last time i’ll see this place again.” you smile fondly, despite the rather depressing statement you had just made. 

the yaksha froze up. ‘last time? are you moving?’

could it be that you’re leaving him? when you said you never dared to even think of it?

perhaps the fatui were after you?

were you in danger?

his mind listed a myriad of possibilities, all of them he wished were not true. he was still trying to wrap his head around what you just said. when you finally take into account his stiffness and silence, you forced out a chuckle. 

“yeah, i’ll be gone by tomorrow.”

he shouldn’t have done what he did next.

“..xiao? are you-”

he cut you off by standing up and glaring at you.

your heart dropped at his gaze.

it was one of the most intimidating but hurtful looks he’d ever made in your presence. his eyes screamed in unsaid fury and his face was etched in borderline offense. looking down. you see both his fists clenched in a tight grip of nothing. his form was trembling in anger, almost making you mistake yourself for one of the millions of demonic figures he rinsed the land of. 

“don’t ever show yourself again.”

noted. and he’s gone.

you stare at your scarred arms and wrists. 

‘it won’t be long now.’

xiao regrets it now, is all.

[soliverse]

the way of the househusband - n.yt

reader x yuta

genre: gangster au, marriage and family au, fluff humor

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, and cursing

word count:1.5k

networks:​

@nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape @kwritersworld @culture-cafe @neowritingsnet @neoswitchnet @czennienet @nct-writers

ps: this was based off that cute little anime that I found on Netflix and I just had to write it. I didn’t have this beta’d because it was out of a whim and I needed to get it out my system.

 You grabbed your kid from her high chair and gave her a tight hug and plenty of kisses. You're about to leave once again for another workday, but you can't seem to get over leaving your child every single day.

///

"Kitty~"

 You cradled Yena as you made your way into the kitchen, where your husband, Mr. Nakamoto himself, was cooking breakfast for the three of you. Seeing him so domesticated made you giggle for a bit. His tattoo-clad body contrasts your pink frilly apron. You wiped his sweaty forehead and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

 Yuta has been working hard as a househusband for more than a year now. He used to be utterly hopeless in the house, something that he couldn't have learned from his past profession, but your husband still tried to keep himself busy while you work, and he stays at home with Yena.

 You see, Yuta is a former head of a famous gang in Japan. When he heard that you were pregnant with his child, he had quit the lifestyle and disbanded the whole unit. It was his life, but it's a small price to pay for raising a family away from chaos. And for that, you are eternally grateful.

 "Yuta, the eggs are burning."

"Shit. I fucked up."

 You sighed.

 "Language, please." You covered your daughter's ears and made your way back to the dining table, placing Yena right beside you as you prepared the baby food you premade for when Yuta will feed Yena throughout the day.

 "I managed to save the eggs..." Yuta brought out the plate of eggs, smilingly proudly as if he's accomplished something. You took one look at the eggs, and apparently, his idea of fixing it was to throw away the burnt pieces. You are now left with irregular pieces of eggs. 

 "Looks yummy..." You took the eggs from him wholeheartedly. You couldn't manage to break the fragile heart of the former gangster head right in front of you. Yuta took out one of the eggs as well, munching happily like nothing ever happened to them.

 Your phone started ringing before you even managed to take a bite out of your breakfast.

 "Oh no. I've got to go!" You stood up from your seat and struggled to find your coat from where you'd left it earlier. You grabbed your suitcase and gave your husband and Yena a kiss goodbye.

 "But… breakfast..." Yuta was disappointed to see you go, so you gave him one last kiss on the lips before saying, "Bring them to work for me later. I forgot I had a meeting at 7."

 You wore your shoes quickly and headed straight to the door. Before you left, though, you shouted, "Yuta, can you go get groceries later after you brought me my lunch to work?"

 Like a puppy, he replied, "Yes, dear. I love you!"

 "Love you too, baby! Give Yena lots of kisses for me!" Before Yuta gets the chance to answer you, you had already slammed the door and ran off to the bus stop to get to work.

///

"Hey, kid."

When you're gone, Yuta likes to play pretend with your kid.

 "You think you're tough enough for the job?"

 He spoke as he dresses Yena up after a bath.

 "We don't take kindly to rookies around here, kid. Are you sure you're man enough to take on the whole Kuma group?"

 Yena answered with a giggle, a gesture that made Yuta's heart melt every single time. It was a habit that Yena picked up from you, and he was glad that she did.

 "Alright. Suit yourself. You will be in charge of holding daddy's grocery basket while we go deliver mommy's lunch. You think you can handle that, kiddo?"

 Yena started babbling some incoherent words, but Yuta took that as her daughter taking up the challenge. She's such a go-getter.

 And after strapping Yena to her carrier, the two of them went on a mission to finish delivering mommy's lunch and buy groceries in one piece. A feat that Yuta wasn't expecting to achieve that day.

 ///

 Yuta had successfully done his task for that day. At the same time, Yena fell asleep in the middle of shopping, so he had an extra time of peace to himself. That is until a group of men came running in his direction. He tried to turn around, whistling as he silently gets away from that situation. If one of them recognizes him, he's dead.

 "Boss!"

 Yuta resisted the urge to facepalm as he heard someone call his former name. He slightly turned around to see Shotaro, his former apprentice, right before the group disbanded. The eyes of the guys chasing Taro went dark. It seems like they have been looking for Yuta through Shotaro for a long time now. He had made sure to hide very well until someone recognized his tattoos showing his plain white shirt.

 "I'm not sure who you're talking about. I'm Nakamoto Yuta, unemployed, full-time househusband."

 "You're the infamous Akuma. You're him, right? The head of the 127 group?"

 Yuta shook his head and flashed a friendly smile.

 "I don't know who you're talking about. If you'll excuse me, you'll wake my daughter up."

 Yuta tried to turn around again, but one of the goons grabbed his shirt. It caused him to move out of balance, almost waking Yena up.

 His attitude started to change. There was a rumor that you should never touch the Akuma unless you wanted to die a horrible death. Now that he has Yena with him, that rule extends to her as well.

 He sighs, and he motioned Shotaro to come to him. The younger guy hesitated at first, but he willingly obliged. Yuta started taking off Yena's carrier and strapped them into Taro's body. 

 "If something happens to her or that basket of groceries, consider yourself dead."

 Yuta warned as he instructed Taro to walk away as far as possible. His fatherly instincts kick in, which the other guy didn't realize made Yuta even more dangerous.

 Yuta cracked his fingers and replaced his toothy smile with something more sinister. It is what they call the smile of death.

 "Now, who wants to die today?"

 ///

 Shotaro came back to the scene, horrified at the lifeless bodies that Yuta left on the sidewalk. Yuta went back to his giddy self again when he saw that Yena was still sleeping in her carrier.

 "You sleep so well. I'm glad that you also got that from your mother." His white shirt was bloody, but that didn't stop him from holding on to his daughter.

 "Taro, help me carry out those groceries some will you?

 ///

 The three of them came home a few more minutes before you get home. Yuta quickly washed himself to get rid of the bloodstains in his body. He also threw his clothes at the trash as they can't take the stains off of them in time before you get home.

 Shotaro just watched as his former boss, the most ruthless killer in Osaka, wears this pink frilly apron while he makes that night's dinner.

 "Would you like to join us for dinner, Taro?" The kid wanted to refuse, but Yuta was wearing that deathly smile of his again.

 "U-uh sure thing, boss."

 "And please, stop calling me boss. Not in front of my wife or my daughter. Just call me Yuta."

 Shotaro dared not to call his former boss by his first name. However, he nodded as a sign of agreement and helped him take care of Yena and prepare that night's meal.

 You went home to the fragrant smell of soup, a dish that had recently become Yuta's specialty. It was certainly better than half burnt eggs.

 "Oh baby, you won't believe what happened at work today. I--" You stopped on your tracks when you were greeted by another Japanese man that isn't your husband.

 "Oh, hi. Are you a friend of my husband's?" The guy nodded, smiling happily like a little kid. 

 Cute.

 Yuta then came out from the kitchen and greeted you with a kiss. However, even if he hid his face with his long hair, you still noticed tiny cuts along with his eyes and forehead.

 "What are those?" You stepped closer and tried to sweep his hair off his face. You were hoping to get a closer look.

 "Ahh, haha, those were from when I was attempting to install a shelf earlier. The screw got loose and hit me in the face. Right, Taro?"

 The kid looked panicked, but he nodded profusely like he actually meant it.

 "Alright. What's for dinner, then?"

 You knew that Yuta got in a fight again. You're not as innocent as he deems you to be. There is a reason why you were married to a former gang boss, after all. However, you saw Yena all cleaned up and well-rested. Yuta did an excellent job of taking care of her well. It didn't matter that he went back to fighting once again. It was in his nature, after all. 

 What matters is that every day, you will come home to him, Yena, and a bowl of freshly made soup after a day of hard work. That is all you ask for your househusband as of now.

[arcadejohn127-9]

Just

Just think about Luke seeing Mc as an older sibling figure, and then think about how he'd have to see em die from old age or an illness

H u r t

You know what? I'm going to hurt your feelings right back

You did this, this is your fault. I'm crying so now you gotta cry with me!

I'm making it hurt EXTRA

I'm not done with this angst wagon! I have so much angst stored up in me rn and you're all going to have to deal with it 😂 let us cry together

Warning: death, angst, sad Luke

"(Y/N)! Im back! Your guardian angel has arrived!"

You smiled, turning from the window as you heard the gentle footsteps come further into your little home.

"oh..? I thought the celestial realm called you back."

"I was able to get time off my duties to come see you, I do have a duty to protect you after all."

Luke smiled brightly at you, a bag in hand as he walked into your room. His face faltered for a moment seeing you were out of bed but kept his smile, placing the bag down on the table.

"awww, you're still such a sweet young boy."

You reached out to him, your wrinkled hands shaking slightly. He huffed at your cooing but none the less, bowed down so you could pinch his cheeks. You smiled wider; happy there was still some baby fat on him.

"I'm not a boy! I'm a grown man."

He was pouting childishly; some habits never dying. But sadly, he was right. By now he has finally grown up. He wasn't exactly an adult but he was close. He was no longer the small boy you use to know in the Devildom, he was now a tall gentle man. He reminded you alot of Simeon but definitely didn't go after his sense of fashion.

He was grown. And you've grown....grown to become old and Sickly. He still had such a youthful face despite being thousands years older. It was truly unfair but you would rather he looked as young as he did than look like you. Saggy and wrinkled. Death on your lips, it made them dry. It tasted bland and sour.

"what did you bring me this time? I hope it's a new recipe."

"I actually visited the Devildom before coming here, I made your favourite with Barbatos."

He unpacked the bag, revealing the sweet treat. It was going to be far too sweet for your taste buds now but you couldn't refuse. He frowned slightly, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"you should be in bed, the doctors said you need to rest."

"I'm not doing anything, those doctors shouldn't think of me to be so fragile! I spent years in hell." You grumbled, grinding your drenchers.

You missed the demons; it's been awhile since they've visited. It was unusual....for years outside or in hell you were surrounded by them. Always pestering you and wanting your attention. Endless plans that always ended with Lucifer fixing it. You missed them.....so so much..... you just wished your magic didn't grow so weak.

"yeah.... you're unbeatable so being in bed won't be anything."

He had you there. But it was growing tiresome of just sitting in bed. You were wasting away in it; the doctors weren't sure what was going to take you out first. Old age or illness. All Anyone could hope for that it's peaceful and in your sleep.

Luke helped you back in bed, smiling as he tucked you in. He placed the desserts holder on your lap before whisking himself away to the kitchen. He made you both some tea and picked up cutlery on the way back. You thanked him when he handed you the cup, humming happily at the warmth. The world felt so cold now.

"Have the brothers visited lately? Barbatos seemed.... solemn - did something happen?"

"No, it's been mostly you or Simeon seeing me but I don't blame them, it must be hard to see me - I know Simeon tried to stop you aswell, Saying it'll be too hard on your heart."

"nothing is going to stop me not even Simeon! you're family, and those demons-! They should be seeing you!"

He didn't even realize he stomped his foot, pouting and puffing out his cheeks. No matter how much he wanted to be called a man, he was still young. You hoped you'll get to see him fully mature into a powerful angel he was destined to be. You knew he'd be a great help to the celestial realm and make people just as happy as he's made you.

You always saw yourself as just an older sibling and he seemed to feel the same but now you felt more like a parent. Watching your child grow up and be better than you ever were. He made you so proud.

"ah~ theres the young boy I know, always pouting and complaining about demons, it was so nice to see you freely enjoy yourself the third term, you looked so much happier."

"he can see all sorts, perhaps something bad is going to happen soon but it could always be, he saw a rat in the castle - oh the way he could loose all composure-!"

"if it wasn't due to a recent visit then- why was barbatos so glum? Do you think he's okay?"

You both bursted out laughing, imagining the usually stoic butler frantically smacking the floor with a broom whilst ontop of a counter. Your laughed grew louder and louder until you choked on it; coughing harshly into your shaky palm as your chest tightened.

Luke quickly helped you sit up properly, rubbing your back as your coughing slowly died out. He told you to keep it easy but noticed how quickly your mood soured. He patted your lap and held up the forks; forcing a small smile on his face.

"let's eat, shall we?"

you both dug in, he kept his bites small as it was for you after all. You didn't even realize you teared up; the flavour was the exact same if not better than you remember. Barbatos always knew how to make it perfect for you; even now as your sugar fondness has simmered it still tasted just as good.

He really was amazing....

Luke wiped your stray tears as you stared at the treat, a distant look in your eyes. The angel was starting to panic; no matter his efforts you were becoming unhappy. Was it him? Was it talking about the Devildom? But he knew if he tried to never talk about it you'd just insist on knowing. He didn't want to keep making you upset.

"I'm sorry, just - I've been so nostalgic lately, I really appreciate what you've done, don't be upset with yourself, Luke, just ignore this old human."

"I can talk about the celestial realm, would that make you feel better? Or-or- new Cake ideas-!"

"I'd like that very much, has the celestial realm change much?"

"it's been really busy, I'm actually getting my own apprentice soon! She's been a late bloomer with her wings but she's been amazing with prophecies - I've ranked up actually! I'm almost to my goal....soon- I'm going to be just like Michael and I can help humans across the globe!"

He was beaming, his hands becoming more animated as he talked. You hummed softly to yourself, nodding as your eyes drifted to the wall. His voice soothing you.

"And- and the demon angel partnership has been a huge success! Theres been more pairs ups this year than any other! Things are really improving in the other realms- you know it's all thanks to you, right? You did this."

He waited for your response, but you didn't say anything. You just stared at the wall behind him. Luke's head tilted to the side, dread creeping up his spine.

"(Y/N)-?" He gently shook your hand, trying not to startle you incase you were just zoning out again.

But that's when it hit him. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, there was nothing. No pulse.

"(Y/N)?!"

The young angel screamed as tears flooded down his cheeks, shaking your body. He kept calling out your name but you never responded. He tried everything he could; giving CPR, using his magic - he even consider using the life trees leaves from the celestial realm.

He just - you couldn't be- he wouldn't let you! He's your guardian angel! Yours not supposed to be -! Not yet!!!

NOT YET!!

Your soul spilled out of your chest, he sobbed as it formed into an orb. He hugged it close to his chest as he cried, Begging it to return to your body.

"please.... please-! I'm asking nicely- why won't you go back?! It isn't time! Please!"

No matter how hard he pressed your soul back to your chest it refused to enter your body.

You were gone.