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sacredsorceress · 2 years

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Dream Walk Down Memory Lane || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x witch!reader

summary: when you dreamwalk into another version of yourself’s body to help save the multiverse, you discover what- or who- has been missing from your own life for far too long

a/n: as someone who loves a magic reader and fixing my heartbreak from no way home- here we are! i also don’t think i’ve ever written wanda maximoff dialogue so pls bear with me.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: contains multiverse of madness and nwh spoilers, a lot of wanda b/c you can’t write about a witch!reader and MoM without her, mentions of feeling hopeless and reckless, angst

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“If you use spells from the Darkhold,” Wong warned you. “there’s no telling the price that it will cost you.”

Glancing from the sorcerer supreme to the icy region surrounding you, you thought of the first time you had heard of the Darkhold- of the warnings Wong and Strange had given you. The picture that they had painted was a gruesome one, yet realistic as you watched the destruction that Wanda left in her path. You thought of the price that the universe would pay if you didn’t at least try to help- to try to prevent more of these events from unfolding.

The decision was an easy one. You wouldn’t be the first to risk your own happiness for something larger than yourself and you were sure you wouldn’t be the last.

Regardless of the outcome, you reminded yourself that you swore to protect the universe, no matter the cost.

Whatever it takes.

Reaching the top of the cliff, where Wanda situated herself with the knowledge of the Darkhold and her legacy written in stone, you didn’t think it would be so easy. In some ways, it wasn’t.

“I’m not going to stop you,” She announced, as her eyes remained closed, the back of her hands resting against her knees. “If that’s what’s stopping you.”

Glancing from the engravings on the wall, to your mentor, you eyed her warily.

“Why not?”

“Because I know the Darkhold has been calling to you for longer than you’ve admitted to me.” Wanda said slowly. “I know you’ve been feeling...” She paused. “Lost. There’s something missing isn’t there? You don’t know what it is, but we both know it can help you find it.”

There had been moments before where she had peeked into your mind without your permission, prying to find answers to questions you were unable to answer yourself.

That didn’t mean it was anymore welcome now.

You had been feeling lost. The past few months had been difficult and you didn’t know why. There were moments you found yourself humming a song you didn’t know the name of or quoting phrases you couldn’t recall hearing. There were mornings where you reached over to the side of your bed when you first woke up, almost as though you were waiting for someone to greet you, only to be met with the same cold, empty sheets as the night before. There were nights where you instinctively hit the FaceTime app on your phone only to shake your head and close it, not knowing why you had opened it in the first place.

It was confusing and disorienting and the more it happened, the more you began to question the relation. You had friends. You had the love of the people. You had power.

Why did it still feel as though something was missing? As if you had known it in the place of the loss you were all too familiar with now?

When you remained silent, Wanda gestured her hand to the inscriptions on the wall at her side.

“I want you to try.” She said. “Consider it another lesson.”

“What?” You asked. “Why? You don’t think I have a chance at beating you?”

At that, Wanda laughed.

“On the contrary, I think you have a better chance than anyone else.” She replied. “Don’t forget that I taught you. But don’t stall, Y/n. Don’t be one of them. You want to dream walk into another reality? Do it. I think you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for.”

It was a strange feeling- dream walking.

You weren’t sure what you had expected, but you hadn’t anticipated it feeling so real- as if nothing had changed and you just woke up besides the love of your life like you did every morning.

Except-

You didn’t have a partner, a soulmate or whatever everyone else called it. You woke up to a bed that was much too big for you with even an empty nightstand to prove just how alone you were.

But when you opened your eyes in this body- your body- you weren’t alone.

You first noticed the feeling of his warm skin against your fingertips that were spread across his chest, and the cushioned feeling of your cheeks that had been buried in the crook of his neck.

At first it felt comforting and almost familiar, until you remembered how you got here.

This wasn’t your life, this was someone else’s.

The moment your eyes opened, you quickly kicked the sheets off of your legs and sprung out of bed. Looking down at your body and making sure you were at least clothed, you rushed towards the door, until you heard a “thwip” as a bundle of white strings whizzed past your face before gluing themselves to the door in spiderweb formation.

“Hey,” You heard his soft, sweet and oh so familiar voice say groggily. “We’re supposed to have a lazy day remember? I think the Illuminati can handle it without you for a day.”

Your brain ran at a million miles a minute in that moment. The familiarity of the man was... strange. Similar to when you can’t remember a word but it remains just at the tip of your tongue- so close to fully understanding, but no matter how hard you try, you just can't grasp it. But you wanted to. Badly.

Why did you want to know so badly?

Turning around slowly, your heart racing in your chest, you noticed that the bedroom was nearly the exact same as yours. Down to the shoes haphazardly kicked by your bedroom door, it replicated yours, except for the fact that the left side of the room that remained empty in your universe was filled with Star Wars posters hung on the wall and framed photographs of you and the nameless man that laid in your bed.

As you turned to face him in shock, you watched as his sleepy, yet hopeful, features fell and he propped himself up against the pillow.

“Y/n?” He asked. “What’s wrong?”

Your name. Rolling off his tongue.

You had heard it before.

“Who are you?” You asked. “How... why do I know you?”

As he tossed the sheets off of himself, you would have expected anyone else to accuse you of joking- of messing with him- but the man in front of you sensed otherwise and met you across the room.

“It’s me, Y/n.” He searched for recognition in your eyes, and when he didn’t find it, you watched as his shoulders fell. “You know me.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest as you only shook your head slowly.

“It’s me,” He said, gently placing his hands on either of your arms. “Peter? Peter Parker? C’mon you remember me, right? Spider-Man?” He paused. “Spider boy? Remember?”

The image of the boy in front of you- battered and bruised- flashed in your mind.

“You’re gonna forget who I am.” Peter said. “You won’t remember me.”

“Forget who you are? What are you talking about?” You heard the echoes of your voice replay in your head- so obviously a memory yet so far from anything you had ever known.

Stumbling backwards, you collided with the web behind you and glanced from it to Peter.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You asked, before shaking your head. “Wait. What do you mean I’d ‘really’ forget you? What happened? Why do I know you? Why don’t I know you?”

Peter paused for a moment, the space between his eyebrows creasing as he scrunched his nose in frustration.

“I- I don’t know.” The boy in front of you said as he tugged at his hair. “I mean you told me you had these dreams where I had Doctor Strange do this huge spell and it made everyone forget who I was but I-”

Strange.

“Forget who you were?” You asked. “Did I say that I forgot who you were?”

You felt your heart begin thumping in your chest, recalling the conversation you had had with Strange earlier that day. He had said that he recently had an experience with the multiverse involving Spider-Man, but you didn’t think much of it- didn’t think about how it could have involved you too.

But here, as you stood in yours- and apparently Spider-Man’s- shared bedroom, the realization slowly hit you.

“Uh yeah.” Peter said, nodding his head. “You said that you forgot who I was and that I was supposed to come find you and-”

“It’s okay,” You heard him say. “I’m gonna come and find you. And I’ll explain everything.”

“But Peter, what if-” You recalled yourself asking.

“It’ll be like none of this ever happened. Okay?”

Strange. Spider-Man.

The Runes of Kauf-Kaul.

As your heart began thumping in your chest so hard you were sure it was going to burst through your skin, you steadied yourself on the wall behind you. You knew your life was messy and complicated but you didn’t think it would ever go this far.

The boy you loved nearly tore apart the universe for your chance at a normal life and he was cursed with you not even being able to remember his name.

Despite everything that had occurred that day, in that moment you could focus on the thought of nothing else. You were loved. You loved someone. You had lived a life you lost the memory of for months and as you grew sick at the thought of Peter Parker suffering alone for the sake of everyone else’s happiness, you had a new mission.

He had fought for you, and you would fight for him right back.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you willed yourself to remember next, until you felt Peter’s hand on your arm.

“Y/n-”

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, opening your eyes as your breath quickened. “I just... I am her. I’m not your girlfriend. I mean, I am your girlfriend, but just not here. Not in this universe. The dream- well, nightmare- you’re talking about? That’s me. It wasn’t a dream, Peter, and I didn’t even know it until right now.”

You felt his hand pull away, and you were sure his shock was almost as great as yours. Dream walking was something you hadn’t even completely believed possible until today, and here you were hijacking an innocent version of you’s life and terrifying her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” Peter paused. “I guess I’m just kind of confused. If you’re not my girlfriend then who are you? Where is she?”

Vehemently shaking your head, you attempted to ease him.

“She’s okay, Peter.” You assured him. “I’m just... borrowing her body. It’s a long story. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been feeling as though there was this piece of my life that was missing and now I understand why. I can’t believe that I forgot you, Peter. I mean, I think I loved you.”

Your eyes glowed with the golden essence of your magic as you willed yourself to just remember.

You could recall the way the rays of the rising sun in the distance highlighted his features as Peter stared at you sadly. Without even reaching into his mind, you could tell just how completely and utterly frustrated and distraught he was just by the way he looked at you.

“I promise I’ll fix this.”

You knew he would. You had no doubt about it. That someway, somehow, Peter would find a way to make it right. You knew a large part of him blamed himself for the way everything unfolded, and it broke your heart ten times over to know that you wouldn’t be there to remind him that he was innocent beyond belief. That he would bear the weight of someone else’s crimes. That all he wanted to do was help you and he would pay the price ten times over.

When you had first discovered your abilities, you thought that it would be the solution to all of your problems, but now, if you could take the power out of your body yourself to fix it all- you would.

It was ironic wasn’t it? That your greatest gift would cause you the greatest pain? That you would bear this loss you wouldn’t even be lucky enough to know?

“I really hate magic.” You attempted to lighten the mood, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“Yeah,” the boy in front of you chuckled. “Me too.”

It was hard to know that these would be your final moments together. What do you do when you know that your time is limited? That your moments are numbered?

It felt as though you were in limbo. You wanted to freeze time forever, but you knew forever wasn’t long enough to spare yourselves of what happened next. A part of you wanted your time to be up just to lift the weight off of the chest- to rip the bandaid off- but if there was one thing you were selfish of, it was Peter.

Feeling your heart shatter in your chest, you cupped Peter’s face in your hands. You knew no matter how hard you tried to convince him, nothing could change your fate, but that didn’t change how you felt.

“I love you.”

You had been afraid to tell him in the past weeks, but it all felt silly now as the world you both knew was collapsing around you. You’d confess it to the world if it meant you could do it all over.

“I love-”

“Just wait.” You sniffled, smiling sadly at the boy you loved. “Just wait and tell me when you see me again.”

Slipping out of your trance, you fell to the floor beneath you both where Peter met you. Looking up at him, you gripped either of his arms.

“I need to go.” You said, out of breath despite never leaving the room. “I’m sorry for everything, but I need to find my Peter. Just, never doubt that she loves you, okay? And if she forgets who you are just do us both a favor and tell her, okay, Peter?”

Despite being very obviously both confused and overwhelmed by the conversation, Peter nodded.

“I will Y/n,” Peter said as he stretched his hand out to rest against your shoulder. “I know that your Peter loves you too. I- well I guess we- can be an idiot but I know he still loves you. It would be hard not to.”

You thought back to why you had first come there- to join in the fight to quell your mentor in her destructive path. It felt wrong to leave- to abandon what you had come here for in the first place, but you had given more for the multiverse than you had ever known. As the knowledge of the boy you loved slowly came back to you now, moment by moment, you knew you couldn’t wait.

Maybe it was young love. Maybe it was your blind optimism. Maybe it was Wanda’s intentions all along, but either way you knew you couldn’t tear yourself away from the person you loved again in any universe. Once was enough.

You would figure it out some other way and leave her- the version of yourself who’s life you had been highjacking for the past five minutes- to a day with Peter Parker. You wouldn’t destroy her too.

Smiling up at him, you prepared to go home.

“Thank you for everything.”

“So you see now,” Wanda said as you returned to your reality. “How willing they are to keep you from the people you love. It’s not fair is it?”

Standing up from the circle you had been dream walking in, you eyed her warily.

You knew exactly who she was referring to- to Strange and the laws of sorcery and the multiverse in general. The way that it had ripped you from the person you loved. How they justified you and your loved one’s pain for the sake of everyone else’s comfort.

How your mentor knew all of this.

“You knew?”

“It’s funny how they find it fitting to tell us what we’re supposed to do when they’re so... messy... with their spells.” She replied. “We’re more powerful than them, Y/n. If they just let us handle it, we would be with the people we love. Why do they get to be the heroes when we suffer the most?”

You pondered her question for a moment, understanding the way she attempted to reason with you to see from her perspective. You understood her pain and her reasoning, but the way she saw fit to deal punishment throughout the multiverse for her losses was one you not only disagreed with, but one you knew disagreed with her.

You loved Wanda. You truly did. You had known her better than most and considered yourself not only lucky, but better for it. You knew her as more than a powerful witch, but a good friend, a better sister and a deserving mother.

You wanted everything for her and more, but you knew that she would only regret the path she was headed down.

Although you wished you could have changed yours and Peter’s fate, you knew that in the end, it was for the greater good. Neither of you would have been yourselves if you had done it any differently.

“Wanda, don’t let them turn you into the villain.” You pleaded with her. “You’ve been through enough. Your boys-”

“Don’t talk to me about my boys.” You listened as her voice turned cold. “If you want the job to get done then you do it yourself. Don’t act so innocent, Y/n. You used the Darkhold to remember who the boy you loved was-”

“I didn’t know about-”

“Don’t play naive. You don’t have to lie to me.” She cut you off abruptly. “You didn’t go there just for me. You knew that something was missing and you did what you had to to go find it. We’re the same. We do what we have to for the people we love. Don’t be like them, Y/n- they lie and tell themselves that what they do- breaking all of the rules that they make- is for the greater good. Just be honest with yourself. I taught you better than that. We’re the same.”

You were powerful and you were selfish when it came to love. You knew a part of what she said was true- a large part.

Maybe it was the way that the consequences of it all were standing there in the form of your mentor right in front of you, but you knew better than to allow yourself to cross the line and tread down the path that Wanda had claimed.

You could never know her complete pain, but you knew her grief in the moment- that nothing was easy and nothing was fair when it came to power.

“I don’t want to fight you Wanda.” You said, feeling the pressure build behind your eyes as tears pooled in the corner. “I don’t want to fight them either. I... I’m tired. I’m tired of giving up everything and I’m tired of fighting. I don’t want to hurt anyone else, but I... I don’t want to hurt myself either, Wanda, please.” You pleaded. “Don’t make me fight you too. I want to go back to the person I love just as badly as you do. Please.”

After the fact, when you would hear of how she destroyed the shrine made in her honor and herself along with it, you weren’t surprised by how her love of others was the one thing to conquer her, because before you had had the chance to say anything else, she gave you what she couldn’t have- the chance to make it right with the person you loved.

When you raised your fist to knock against the door, you hesitated. In that moment, a part of you understood why he hadn’t come to tell you thus far. It was difficult.

Even as you stood there, you found yourself filled with a plethora of conflicting emotions from anger at his lack of coming to you, from sadness of the way he hurt without you there, to relief at finally being able to know and take back the missing part of you that had created a gaping hole in your life.

But, you had always told Peter that you would go to the ends of the earth for him. Now, all you had to do was knock on a door.

Though, just as you were about to, the door opened.

Pieces of him and your relationship had been coming back in segments since your time on Earth 838, but as you watched the boy in front of you’s mouth fall open in surprise and disbelief, you felt almost as though he had never left you.

“Y/n?”

You smiled.

“Peter.”

Although you had come to him first, having the man you loved right in front of you rendered you speechless.

“You... how do you...” Peter fumbled over his words. “Do you remember me?”

You thought back to the pieces of the final conversation that you recalled having with him.

“You know,” You said, smiling softly at him. “When you said you were going to come find me, I thought that it would be you. Not you from another universe... but I guess you always had a way of getting to me.”

Watching his eyebrows furrow, you felt an overflow of emotions as the pressure behind your eyes built and laughter escaped your throat, overwhelmed to finally have Peter Parker standing in front of you once again.

“I don’t remember everything.” You informed him. “Not yet, but I’m trying to. But there’s one thing I do know, Peter, and it’s that I-”

Before you had the chance to say more, you felt his calloused fingers rest against your cheek as he cupped your face.

You always grew nervous before first kisses. Your heart would speed up and you’d become so anxious you were sure you would pull away before they had the chance to meet your lips, but kissing Peter wasn’t like that.

You weren’t nervous. You didn’t hesitate. You weren’t scared.

Kissing Peter Parker was like coming home.

You didn’t remember much of your time together, but as his lips met yours, it was like none of the practicalities mattered. His lips were as soft as you remembered and your hands rested against his shoulders instinctively- as if your heart and body remembered what your mind couldn’t.

The image of your final kiss- one filled with longing and heartbreak at your anticipated loss- flashed in your mind, but now as you finally had him back in your grasp, you melted into him, happy to have a first after so many heartbreaking lasts.

When Peter pulled away, you were almost worried about his red and wet cheeks until you saw a smile break out on his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” He said as he rested his forehead against yours. “I went and found you a bunch of times but every time I tired to say something I was so scared you wouldn’t believe me or that you were better off without me that I just left.”

Peter shook his head.

“And it was so stupid.” He said. “Because I love you too.’

Trailing your thumb across his cheek, you smiled.

“It’s okay, Pete.” You assured him. “People do a lot of crazy things for love. I mean I went to another universe for you today without even knowing it. When I turn blue or grow a third eye or something crazy like that just know it’s because I love you.”

Peter quirked his head to the side.

“I... have a lot of questions.” He said before taking a deep breath. “I mean another universe? Why? Was I there? How did you get there? Was Strange there? Was I Spider-Man? Did you have powers-”

Shaking your head lovingly at the boy in front of you, you laughed.

“And that’s the Peter I remember.” You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Why don’t you invite me inside and we can explain everything to each other. Deal?”

The look that he gave you along with the boyish smile on his face was enough to tell you that he loved you without a single word.

“Deal.”

And that night as you swapped stories- both loving and longing- your memories slowly came back to you. By the time the first light of morning peeked in through the window and highlighted Peter’s sleepy, yet happy features you could hardly believe that you had forgotten him at all. With his hand in yours, both of you peaceful for the first time since you were last in each other’s embrace you told yourself that no matter the cost, no matter the journey, no matter the universe- that you were fated to find each other and that your love was more powerful than any power either of you possessed.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Obsessed ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “Till death do us part.”

Warnings: Mutual toxic relationship! Rafe being overly obsessed with reader, heavy smut

A/N: 900 followers wtf ily <33 so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

(Y/N) laughs as the feeling of his soft lips peppers her lower abdomen. It has always been so exquisite. She almost doesn’t want to let go.

“Rafe!” She sighs, throwing her head back. “We have to go to your sister’s birthday dinner.”

“Just stay,” he replies, trailing his wet kisses down to her thighs. She shivers from the tingling feeling in the pits of her stomach. “We don’t have to go.”

“Of course we do,” she answers, running her fingers through his hair. He groans when he feels a sudden tug, but he likes it.

“I have to make a good impression on Sarah and your parents, baby.”

“They can’t stop me from loving you,” he chuckles, finally parting from her skin and staring up at her (E/C) orbs.

How can someone look so magical?

“Rafe, come on,” she sighs, bending down to plant a kiss on his cheeks. “You can do anything to me tonight.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she nods, laughing slightly when he goes straight for her stomach again. “If you keep doing this I will leave you hanging tonight.”

He pulls away, groaning. “Okay, okay. Come on. Let’s go.”

Being in a relationship with Rafe Cameron feels so amazing yet surreal. She heard things about him before, how he was having a hard time trying to fight his anger issues and his addiction, but she always felt intrigued by his presence.

Every time she went to a party hosted by some kooks, her eyes will always meet his blue ones.

It felt like fate.

Rafe holds her hands in his as they walk down the carpeted floor to the big table filled to the end with their friends and a few family members.

“Woah, this is a big family,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her grip around Rafe’s fingers.

“Rafe, you’re early today,” Ward greets, and (Y/N) smiles before Rafe pulls her to his back, as though shielding her from him. She quirks a brow.

“And this is (Y/N), I assume?” He asks, extending his hand out. (Y/N) smiles and wraps her hands around his.

“Yeah,” Rafe grunts, and pulls her back to his side.

“(Y/N), I’m glad you can join us,” Rose appears, her red lips pulled into a warm smile. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

(Y/N) looks up to Rafe, her heart beating. Did he tell them about her?

That’s the last thing she would ever guess from him.

“Hey, nice seeing you with Rafe, (Y/L/N),” Topper smiles, and Rafe watches as he helps her down to her seat. He raises a brow but decides against it.

“Hey, yeah,” (Y/N) replies, glancing at Rafe and back to Topper. “It’s nice seeing you here, Tops.”

Rafe’s hands travel to her thighs, tracing invisible circles whilst glancing around the table. He doesn’t feel like making any new conversations with anyone, and he definitely doesn’t appreciate the way Topper is more chatty with his girl than before.

Since when is Topper interested in the same girl as his?

His grip around her thighs tightens. Maybe it’s the annoyance from watching his own best friend flirting with her. Or maybe it’s the anger coursing in him when she does the same thing.

“Hey, you brought a girlfriend!” Sarah greets, bending down to give Topper a kiss on his cheeks. “(Y/N), right?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replies, extending her hand to greet the blonde Cameron.

Always the crowd-pleaser, her.

The whole time the dinner sets out, Rafe can’t wait to just get the event over and bring his girlfriend home. He never wants (Y/N) to get closer to his family, and doesn’t intend to. The last thing he wants is for Sarah and (Y/N) to become best friends.

“Yeah, and then guess what?” Topper asks, waiting to drop the punchline. (Y/N) laughs at the enthusiasm, and then shakes her head.

“What?”

“I didn’t even get it!”

“What?” (Y/N) laughs, eyes shut and hands clutching onto her stomach. “You were never this funny, Tops. What happened?”

Here we go again with the Tops. Why is she even calling him that?

Rafe pulls her chair closer to his and whispers into her ear. She perks up from his hot breath. “Let’s go home.”

“We haven’t sung the birthday song, Rafe,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s just wait for another half an hour.”

And she returns back to Topper like he isn’t there.

Rafe stands up, scraping the linoleum floor of the restaurant as he did so. A few family and friends stare at him, but without giving them a glance, he pulls (Y/N) up with a grip around her arms.

“Rafe, ow! What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving, come on,” he grunts, retrieving his phone from the table and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Why? We’re not done yet?”

“Yo, man, what’s up?” Topper asks, being so confused after getting stopped midway of him trying to tell another story. “You haven’t seen the cake yet.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything and continues to pull her away to the exit. She moans from the tug in pain, but her expression is plastered with an apologetic look to everyone around the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” (Y/N) yells, prying his arms away from his grip and immediately starting to apply pressure to the pain.

“I don’t like seeing the way you’re talking to Topper,” he finally speaks, walking straight toward his jeep. He stops after a few seconds, looking back to his shoulders to see if she’s following him, and resumes his walk when her angry face follows him.

“We’re just talking. Rafe, I don’t appreciate you pulling me away like this just because you’re jealous.”

He stops walking and turns back to look at her. “You were practically begging him to fuck you, (Y/N). Don’t you realize it?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Fuck you, I’m not getting into the car with you,” she says, slowly feeling hot tears filling up her eyes.

“You are, and that’s final. Get the fuck in.”

He steps closer to her, trying to get ahold of her, but she’s quick. She moves away, blocking his view of her face so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down her face.

He’s got way too far this time.

“(Y/N), get in. Let’s talk about this on the way home. Come on.”

She doesn’t move or say anything, but when Rafe finally engulfs her into a hug, she doesn’t let go. It’s crazy how he’s able to make her feel absolutely worthless yet needed at the same time.

“I’m sorry, baby. Get in the car with me?”

And she goes in after him.

. . .

Rafe has never discarded a girl’s clothing faster than he unclipped the hook of her bra.

(Y/N) sighs, still so sore from yesterday’s activity, but she wanted this more than before.

She had never thought about how hot her boyfriend looked when intoxicated, but after tonight’s party, all she wants is to have all parts of him.

Rafe helps her down to her knees, piling her (H/C) hair up into a high ponytail and letting her fingers wander around the waistband of his boxers. He throws his head back, the anticipation killing him.

“Quick, quick, come on,” he grunts, opening half of his eyes to see if they’ve got an audience. The bathroom seems deserted, and he looks down at her again.

She starts with her kitten licks on his tip, watching as he squirms and his breathing becoming heavier. She likes it like this; she feels totally in control.

“Don’t tease,” he groans, tugging her chin up so she can look into his eyes. “You know better, baby, come on.”

She takes him whole, and he can feel himself hitting the back of her throat. He groans, throwing his head back because the feeling still amazes him every time.

She grazes her teeth against his member, sending vibrations throughout his whole body and he has never felt this amazing before. He groans, stopping her movement with his hands before he could get sent into complete oblivion.

“What’s wrong?” she pouts, and that’s enough for Rafe to pick her up and throws her against the sink. She yelps, but her heart is thumping excitedly.

“Wait, wait, you can’t,” she whispers, holding his prying hands into a halt before he can touch her in the throbbing areas. She bites her lips, “I’m sore, remember?”

“I’m not gonna let you touch me without letting me touch you back,” he grunts.

He wants all of her.

Please.

“Rafe, we can’t,” she chuckles, turning herself forward so she’s directly facing him.

“I’m sure you can handle it,” he whispers, pushing her against the door and letting her breath tickles his jaw. He can’t handle another few more hours of not touching her; he’ll go absolutely crazy in any minute.

His hand trails down to her aching core, and he watches as she jolts upright.

“Are you sure you don’t want this, baby?” he coos, “Because you’re wetting my hands.”

(Y/N) attacks his lips with so much force he topples backward, and Rafe’s back hit one of the stalls’ door. He groans, feeling himself getting harder than ever, and pulls her away with his fingers around her neck.

“Do that again, and I’ll make sure this is the last time I’ll be fucking you.”

Before she can reply to his snarky remark he turns her over so her front is pressed against the door. She groans, cheeks flat against the blue door.

Rafe brings one hand slowly up to her neck while the other trails down to her core, collecting her juices with his fingers before he brings them up to her pink lips. He gets closer to her ears, his own mouth watering.

If she ever thinks he would stop, she’s completely in the wrong.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispers, playing his fingers against her lips and watching as she struggles to taste herself. “So eager for me?”

“Please, Rafe, do something.”

Rafe groans, his cock swelling painfully. Oh, he loves listening to her pleas and her begs. He can come undone from all of that hassle.

Her own hands grab the one playing with her lips and bring it closer to her pussy, and she sucks in a breath while pressing his fingers into herself. Rafe bites his lips, being so close against her he’s basically fucking her through his pants.

She knows how to move against him, and it drives him crazy. His lips are slightly parted as he watches her fuck herself with his fingers, soaking his own digits with her juices. The bathroom is now filled with her lewd noises, and Rafe wishes this moment will never end.

“People are going to hear us,” she complains, but she doesn’t do any effort to stop his fingers from entering her. She throws her head back against his shoulder, and Rafe uses the opportunity to leave a trail of wet kisses down to her neck.

“Let them,” he whispers. “Spread your legs, baby, come on.”

She doesn’t do anything, still so absorbed with the euphoric feeling starting to form in her stomach. Rafe groans, hating it when his requests are getting denied, and stops her hands from forcing his into her.

“Why’d you stop?” she moans, half annoyed when the familiar knot starts to dissipate into the thin air.

“You’re getting comfortable,” he replies, and before she can say anything else, his hands quickly pull her skirt up to reveal her glistening pussy under the orange lights of the bathroom.

“No panties?” he licks his teeth, waiting.

“Just making it easier for you,” she shrugs, and Rafe almost comes to his end at the sight of her all smug and proud. He wishes for nothing other than to wipe that look off her face, but he kind of likes it on her.

Rafe pushes himself into her and hears as she squirms from his size. After so many times they had done the deed, he would have thought she would have gotten used to him. It gives him a certain pleasure when she does the same reaction when he first enters her.

Rafe pushes up one of her knees, widening her up, and starts going at her at a much faster pace. The sex with Rafe always ends up rough, but tonight’s leaves some kind of a different feeling in her.

“You like that?” he whispers, tightening his grip around her neck. “You feel so good around me, baby.”

She doesn’t reply, still so high from the exaltation as she presses herself more against him if that’s even possible to reach her high. She moans against his shoulder, shutting her eyes and feeling her hot tears wetting her cheeks.

“Mhm,” he grumbles. “I know baby, come on. Let me help you.”

Rafe’s orgasm explodes as he lets out the hottest moan ever, filling her up with his seed and feeling her clench around him.

There is no doubt that this girl is absolutely driving him insane.

And he loves every part of it.

She melts into him as she reaches her high, head thrown back and lips parted, and Rafe involuntarily wipes the tears pooling under her eyes. She opens her eyes once she’s finally regained her balance, helping herself off Rafe and pulling her skirt down.

She places a soft kiss against his cheeks, feeling so tired she can pass out in the toilet. She walks to the sink with Rafe’s arms around her waist, still so unsure if she’s fit enough to walk on her own.

She looks up at Rafe through the big mirror, watching as he stares down at her fingers under the running water.

“How do you know where I am?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. “How do you know I’m in the club?”

Rafe’s eyes go back to focus on her mesmerizing orbs. After a while, he answers back. “Why? Are you cheating on me?”

“You know it’s not like that, Rafe,” she sighs, closing the tap and pulling a cheap tissue paper from the side. “I’m here for my friend’s birthday party.”

He doesn’t reply, and she bumps her shoulder against his.

“You’re not stalking me, are you?”

Rafe pulls her against him and breathes into her scent, “Of course not. It’s just fate that I met you here.”

She caves in and pulls him in for another kiss.

. . .

Is it normal to feel watched at all times?

The typing motion stares back at her as she tilts her head at the computer screen. She really doesn’t get it.

Her phone vibrates against the dining table, and she answers the call without a glance at the name.

“Hey!”

“Hey, Tops? What’s up?” She greets, finally cracking a smile after a whole day of being worried over being watched.

“I’m wondering if you’d like to help me out with a gift I bought for Sarah. You know, since you’re a girl.”

She stays in her position, her mind fleeing back to a certain brunette she had just kissed an hour ago.

Would he be okay with this?

It’s not like she’s cheating on him. It’s just helping a friend out.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be at your house in a few minutes.”

Rafe has been nothing but a sweetheart to her. There may be some times his issues accidentally slipped in, but she was gentle with him. She caressed him until he was okay again, and they never spoke of it again.

She glances at the red mark around her arm from Rafe’s grip a week ago, and grimaces.

“Hey, Tops, sorry I’m so late. I stopped by for gas just now.”

Topper smiles, allowing her into his mansion and motioning her to the living room. A few gifts wrapped in purple and pink wrapping paper stare back at her, and (Y/N) widens her eyes.

“Holy shit, you’re truly a great boyfriend.”

Topper laughs, patting the empty seat beside him and pushing a small velvet box in her hands. “What do you think?”

“Is this for Sarah?” She smiles, showing her pearly white teeth. Topper can’t help but notice the dimples on her face.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I love it,” she nods, moving the small box around to get a better view of the ring under the light. “She’s a lucky girl.”

Two hours later, Topper holds the door open for her as she smiles at him. From a distance away, they look like a couple in love.

It’s no surprise that a certain figure a few cars away is clenching his fist and jaw whilst staring at the two of them.

“Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best,” Topper sighs, pulling her into a side hug. “Give Rafe a hug for me, yeah?”

(Y/N) laughs, pushing his shoulders playfully and walking down the steps to her own car. “I always know there’s something between you two.”

She doesn’t feel like driving back home and decides to stop by at an ice cream place to get herself a milkshake, even when it’s already 10 p.m.

She likes it when she’s all alone on the island at this time of the day as she’s free to do anything she wills. She drives straight to the store, oblivious to the black jeep following her from behind.

“Can I get an oreo milkshake?” She smiles, watching as the cashier nods and goes back to the back to make her milkshake. She opens her phone, and taps on the first name on her contact.

Hey, I miss you :)

A few seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Did you have fun?

“Your milkshake.”

(Y/N) jolts up to the sudden voice, and smiles apologetically at the cashier before getting her drink.

Have fun? What?

“You didn’t reply to my text.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Rafe!” She exclaims, holding her hand out for support on the counter. She glances at the cashier, but he seems to be in the back again. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe looks down at her and god, she has never felt so small than ever. She gulps and places her drink down, because this is slowly starting to make sense.

“Rafe, are you stalking me?”

He doesn’t reply, but it’s enough for (Y/N) to turn on her heels back to her car.

The constant feeling of being watched. The random motions outside of her window and the pair of eyes she felt everywhere when she was out with some friends.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N)!” He groans, pulling her hands and halting her walk. “Please don’t leave, okay?”

“How can you do this? Don’t you trust me enough?” She yells. His jaw tightens, and she involuntarily takes a step back. “Rafe, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m just protecting you, alright?” He grunts, “And what the fuck are you doing at Topper’s house?”

Oh. So this is what everything’s about.

“None of your business,” she shoots back, and with a final thrust, she frees herself from his grasp.

Rafe laughs, wetting his lips. Before she can say anything else, he pushes her against her car door and watches as she squirms.

“You’re my fucking girlfriend, of course it’s going to be my business.”

There’s no way out of this, not when everything she’ll say will be regarded as a lie. Unless. . .

“Yeah, I fucked Topper,” she whispers, cheeks pressed against the cold metal surface of her car. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Hm,” he sighs, and flips her over in a swift. She yelps, having to face him directly now, and all of her brief confidence dissipates into the air.

“Wanna say it again?” He whispers, his lips so close to her skin she can feel his heat.

She stares into his eyes again, feeling so scared now that he’s got her cornered, but the exciting feeling growing inside of her seems to outweigh all her fear.

“I fucked your best friend.”

“Wrong answer,” he answers, and pulls the car door open before pushing her in.

Rafe’s lips attach themselves against her collarbones as she grunts softly, pulling on his hair and fighting against every energy in her to push him away.

But she seems struck by his touch again. She can’t let go.

“Wanna get so smug on me again?” He groans, fingers trailing down to the button of her jeans before he pops it open.

(Y/N) throws her head back against the seat, so engulfed in the feeling she doesn’t ever wanna let him go. Rafe notices the change in her behavior, and god knows how much it riles him up.

“Beg.”

“Rafe,” she grunts, “Don’t play with me right now.”

Her hands reach for his fingers, but he slaps her hands away.

“Do that again and I’ll fucking kill you, (Y/N), I swear to fucking God.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a death threat shouldn’t leave her all perked up.

“Please,” she whispers.

“You know I’ll take care of you, right? And you’re going to let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t see Topper again—” he tugs on her chin, “—or I’ll fucking kill you for real.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nods eagerly. “Please, baby, touch me?”

He chuckles and bends to her eye level, watching as she tries to contain herself.

“Till death do us part?”

“Rafe—”

He grips her thigh, “Till death do us part?”

“Till death do us part.”

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animefanwrites · 3 years

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brother’s best friend [F] | pt. 3

b. chan x reader | brother’s best friend au

synopsis: “what happens when your brother invites over his (hot) best friend but forgets to even inform you about it? And what happens when you walk out of your bedroom and see him in your house with no sign of your brother in sight?”

word count: 1.9k

genre: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com

warning: fluff, language, tiny bit of angst

a/n: sorry i took so long for chapter 3! things have been quite hard for me this whole time. i hope you like it!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 +

status: on-going series

The night was quiet and almost no cars passed by while you looked outside. Seeing your reflection on the window, you carefully moved your gaze towards Chan, trying not to be so obvious. He was smiling slightly, hands holding the wheel. You smiled softly and turned to look at him.

“So, what’s this studio?” you questioned with a raised brow. Chan chuckled slightly but before he could answer you added “You said I can’t know where it is not what it is.”

“You got me there,” he replied while pushing some of his hair back. “Well, it’s a music studio. I don’t know if you’ll be interested,” Chan sounded quite hesitant as if you’d make fun of him for creating music. Instead, he was met with an enthusiastic gasp.

“You’re a musician?” you asked, eyes sparkling and lips formed into a beautiful smile. Chan was slightly shocked — he wasn’t exactly waiting for that reaction. He smiled and nodded his head, chuckling in the process while becoming embarrassed. “Jisung never told me anything! Will you show me what you have made?”

“S- Sure!” Chan internally cursed himself for stuttering. “Though, I don’t think you’ll like it. We’re not making anything big, it’s just silly lyrics with beats we make...” he added, wanting to warn you in case you had imagined anything big.

“If they’re original then I’m sure I’ll like it,” you assured him making a blush spread across his cheeks. He laughed and you could feel your heart flutter. Spending time with Chan was something that felt unrealistic but a dream coming to life at the same time. You didn’t even know the man for that long and you just wished you could sit down and talk about him for hours.

The car soon stopped outside a building and you quickly walked out slightly hopping from excitement. Chan walked beside you and opened the front door of the building for you, letting you walk in first with a “ladies first”. You thanked him and slowly followed behind him as you both skipped to the so-called studio.

He quickly opened the door with a key that he had in his pocket and walked inside, your eyes glowing with happiness as you looked around at all the different microphones, computers and speakers. It looked like they had paid a lot to get all that expensive stuff “just for silly lyrics” as Chan had mentioned earlier. Maybe he was just embarrassed to say what they were making.

“Well- here it is!” he chuckled and finally broke the silence that was haunting you two for quite a while now. “I can give you some headphones so you can listen, but um- again, I don’t think you’ll like this kind of music,” he muttered slightly and pulled some headphones from inside a drawer.

“Oh, come on, I’m sure I’ll like it if it’s from you!” you pressed and sat down in a chair, sighing at how comfortable it was. While doing the work, Chan was leaning over your shoulder, his head inches away from your neck and his arm extending from behind you to grip on the mouse. You gulped at how close he was — you could smell his cologne and see his pretty eyes from up close.

“This should do!” he smiled and looked at you, eyes staring right into yours. You nodded and immediately looked away to hide your blushing face. Without another word, he slid the headphones on your head and pressed ‘play’, seeing your lips turn into a big grin as you heard the music start. At first, he was hesitant, gripping the side of the desk without really wanting to, out of nervousness. Then, he saw you bob your head and smile up at him with a huge smile.

“It’s so good!” you exclaimed a bit too loud since you couldn’t hear yourself. He gave you a thumbs up and showed you a few more songs where the lyrics made you laugh and others that made you quite upset and almost even teared up. “It was... so amazing!”

“You think so?” he questioned while sitting on the chair, opening a program that you didn’t quite understand how it worked. “Maybe you can sit here too and help me choose beats?” Chan looked up at you with a hopeful smile when you were about to sit on the couch behind him.

Looking around, you didn’t see any other seat that could be moved next to him though. You were about to ask him about it, but he patted his lap which made you burn red right away, eyes going wide and cheeks getting a scarlet shade.

“CHAN!”

“I’m so sorry! I’m just kidding!” he laughed and covered his face in embarrassment. You could hear his heartwarming laugh as he tried sinking in the chair and hide his face. When you both calmed down from lauging, he pulled a stool from under the desk and placed it close to him so you could join in on the fun.

The whole time, you couldn’t easily focus on what Chan was asking you even if he explained it beforehand. You just nodded and randomly picked something that you liked. You were too distracted by the handsome man to pay attention to music right now.

The way he happily talked about how music helped him through his darkest times, how he relaxes while making it and pours his emotions into the lyrics. It made you even more interested in him — if possible. He looked at you and smiled shyly before speaking; " you know, we don't know each other for more than 24 hours but- I feel so relaxed around you, just like when I'm writing."

Once again, you were surprised by his words and were left with a mouth wide open. You sweetly smiled back at him and nodded while looking to the ground out of embarrassment. Finally getting the courage to look up at him, you gently placed your hand on his.

"I feel quite the same way," you replied and watched him blush a bright pink shade before chuckling and scratching the back of his head. You both knew it was quite early to say that you liked each other. But it felt so mutual.

You just knew that you were both thinking the same things, possibly having the same thoughts about the future and whatnot. You were looking at each other by now, his eyes hypnotizing your e/c ones and his hand slightly trembling at the thought of bringing you close to him. Just as he was about to lean in, a loud sound from outside made you both sit straight and come back to reality. You chuckled nervously and kind of awkwardly at the whole situation — you knew what was about to happen and it was rudely interrupted.

Maybe it was a sign that it was too early.

When you looked at the clock you gasped and so did Chan. You had spent two whole hours in there. Maybe they're right, time passes quickly when you're having fun. He stood up and held his hand out for you to hold onto, but even when you were standing, he didn't let go. Your firm palm fitting perfectly into his.

"It's a pretty night outside and... personally I don't feel like returning back yet. What do you say? Drive and go see the stars?" he asked with confidence that made you want to say yes right away. You held back though and pretended to think for a moment — which made him nervous in no time — but let out a soft laugh, in the end, agreeing with him.

“This night has been one of the best I've had in a while," you admitted once in the car. You were driving towards a high cliff that would give you a beautiful view of the starry sky. "Thank you," you smiled and turned to look at him, even if his gaze was at the road ahead.

“I didn't do anything, y/n,” he said and gave you a warm smile, turning to face you for a split second. “I'm just doing what I usually enjoy. Glad we have similar interests and enjoy each other's company!” he looked so happy and excited that you were enjoying yourself, especially if it was with his companion as well. From the start, his whole ‘plan’ was to make you happy, show you what he likes and see if you'll enjoy being with him while doing stuff he likes.

When the car reached the cliff, you both walked out and you sat down first, patting the space next to you. Chan sat down and stretched before one of his hands slid lower, holding your waist and bringing you closer. You bit your lip nervously and scooted closer, head leaning on his shoulder for comfort. That wasn't too much, was it? You soon relaxed and let a soft sigh leave your lips that Chan was looking at for minutes now, wishing he could kiss them soon.

How could someone be as perfect as you? Liking things he liked, a smile so bright he would replace the sun with, eyes that held the stars and all your secrets. He could find a billion reasons to show how perfect you are and they wouldn't be enough. Then it hit him. He could write them. Sing them.

“Chan, you good?” your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked down at you, leaning on his shoulder and smiling slightly. “You were grinning just now, what were you thinking about?” you questioned while your eyes trailed back to the sky and its beautiful stars.

“Just... thinking about something that I can show you soon,” he chuckled and placed a hand on your head, softly. You nodded in response and hummed, which only made him more interested in his previous idea — spending more time with you would only mean more inspiration, more happiness, more... feeling loved and showing love.

He knew he had told Jisung that he would never date his sister, but on the other hand, Jisung told him that he wouldn't mind if Chan had a crush on her. That means he's okay with it, right? Absolutely.

A cute yawn from you made the boy chuckle and slowly stand up to show you that it was about time you head back home. You definitely didn't want Jisung waking up in the middle of the night noticing both of you gone. But, talking about Jisung, he was a heavy sleeper so there was little to no chance of this actually happening.

“Again, thank you for... this,” you chuckled and shrugged your shoulders once outside the front door. “It was a really nice night and spending it with you... made it ten times better,” hearing you say that, Chan blushed and laughed shyly.

"It- it was nothing, I told you,” he replied and his hand reached towards the front door. Before opening it, he turned to face you, a soft smile on his lips and his eyes looking at your figure in the dark with admiration - even if you didn't notice. "I wouldn't mind repeating it again,” he muttered, hoping you heard him.

He opened the door and both of you froze, eyes wide and lips parting as a pissed-off Jisung stood in front of the door, looking at the two of you as if you were criminals breaking in the house.

“Where the fuck were you?!”

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mydogisveryadorbs · 4 years

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blue ain't your color | jj maybank

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summary: song fic based on blue ain’t your color by keith urban.

warnings: mentions of mentally and physically abusive relationships, underage drinking, mentions of drugs, angst, fluff, v soft jj

PSA: this is not in any way meant to idealize or romanticize abusive relationships. if you or someone you know is in an abusive relationship please get help. below are some resources and learning tools.

National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1 (800) 799 – 7233

Love is Respect – National Teen Dating Abuse Hotline: 1 (866) 331 – 9474

more hot lines and info: https://victimconnect.org/resources/national-hotlines/

learn more: https://www.thehotline.org/psa/

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I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin' that ice sink

All alone tonight

You look down at your drink, moving the straw in a circular motion causing the ice to swirl around creating a small tornado.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize you've been waiting here for almost two hours.

Your boyfriend was supposed to meet you at Topper’s party at 9. In the first thirty minutes, you weren't surprised. Liam, your kook boyfriend of 10 months, was late for almost everything, so this didn't come as a shock to you.

When the one hour mark hit you were honestly quite worried. What if he was in an accident? What if he got jumped? Maybe your thoughts were most likely irrational, but you couldn't help but worry about your boyfriend.

One hour later, you had gotten past the worrying stage. Now you were simply angry, no, furious at him. Had he stood you up? Did he forget about you? These thoughts were definitely more rational. It wouldn't be the first time Liam stood you up, but you would make sure it was the last.

At the beginning of your relationship, everything had been sunshine and butterflies. About two months in, however, he asked you to stop seeing your friends.

You see you were a born and raised pogue. Your dad was a close friend of Big John so you had practically grown up with John B, JJ, and Pope, in more recent years becoming close friends with Kiara.

At first, it was little things. Liam would get upset if you left to hang out with the pogues instead of him. Then one day, he asked you to stop seeing them all together. You, of course, retaliated, telling him that you would never leave your friends. But Liam had a way with words, and not a good way. He told you for months that your friends would never love you and that you were lucky that he had even taken pity on you. Slowly, you started to believe him. You stopped seeing the pogues, pushing everyone who truly loved you out of your life.

Liam became more and more distant as the months went on. He would leave you almost every night to drink and party, not even bothering to let you know where he was headed. The two of you had been fighting nonstop for several weeks. It had gotten physical only a few times and the next morning he would apologize profusely, so you stayed.

Seeing him walk in with two girls wrapped around his waist, nearly two and a half hours late, was the last straw for you.

Grabbing your purse, you walked up to Liam, who's eyes widened with the realization the moment he saw you.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, slightly slurring his words as his arms still holding the two skinny blondes at his sides, “It's not what it looks like.” You can see his red-rimmed eyes and dilated pupils, telling you that he was coked out.

You roll your eyes, knowing that this was it for you. “Really, Liam,” you snap back, “‘Cause it looks like we are done here.”

Liam’s eyes widen in shock, never having seen you lash out like this before. He shakes it off and his expression quickly contorts into one of disgust. “Okay,” he says with a shrug, “Good luck finding someone else to take pity on a whore like you, dirty pogue.” He walks away with the two girls, leaving you in shock.

It takes a moment for you to realize that you had just ended this almost one-year relationship.

The first emotion you feel is one of freedom and relief. No more would you have to be held down by this weight of not being able to do and say what you want.

That feeling slowly dissipates as the feeling of dread starts to overcome it. You had pushed away all of your friends for this boy who had let you go like you were nothing to him. Maybe you were nothing.

You walk back to the bar area, grabbing another drink, feeling the need to drown away your sorrows.

And chances are

You're sittin' here in this bar

'Cause he ain't gonna treat you right

JJ Maybank hated kook parties with a passion.

Thankfully he hadn't had the opportunity to attend too many of them in his lifetime. But now that John B was macking on Sarah Cameron, it wasn't uncommon for the blonde boy to get dragged along to one of these events.

John B had left JJ to fend for himself as soon as they had arrived at the party, slipping off somewhere to find Sarah. JJ looked around the extravagant home that belonged to one of his enemies, Topper Thornton. His ring clad fingers fiddled with an expensive-looking vase, trying to find the perfect moment to snag it and slip away.

JJ’s eyes filtered through the crowd when they landed on something, or rather someone, that he had least expected to see.

His hand slipped from the vase, letting his gaze drink you in. You definitely looked different. Your once long hair was now cut just below your shoulders and your typical style of denim shorts and a cropped shirt was exchanged for a lavish-looking dress and sparkly stilettos.

JJ admits that he probably wouldn't have recognized you if he hadn't spent so many years unable to take his eyes off of you whenever the pogues were together.

The boy had loved his life long best friend since the day she clocked a boy in the face for making fun of JJ’s worn-out clothes. They were seven. In addition to being the day JJ had met (Y/N) and John B, it was also the day he fell in love with the (Y/E/C) eyed girl.

When you started dating your kook boyfriend at the beginning of your junior year, JJ was initially devastated. He soon brought himself to realize, however, that a lowlife like him would never be able to deserve someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you. His thoughts were confirmed when you abruptly stopped hanging around the pogues and him. You were too good for him. The blonde boy had no idea of the pain that Liam had caused you in the past ten months.

Now looking at you, JJ could see that you were upset. He had gotten really good at analyzing your body language over the many years of being your best friend.

All thoughts of stealing the vase flew out of his mind as his feet started in your direction.

Well, it's probably not my place

But I'm gonna say it anyway

'Cause you look like

You haven't felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn't had a smile in a little while

You felt a figure move to sit in the bar stool chair next to you, but you choose to ignore whoever it is, not particularly feeling up to socializing with a contemptuous kook after what you just went through.

The figure didn't move after a few minutes so you turn to look at them with a glare in your eyes, ready to snap at them and ask them to leave you alone. Your gaze immediately softens as you realize the person next to you is in fact the last person you would ever expect to see at a party like this, JJ Maybank.

Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you continue to stare at the side profile of the blonde boy who hasn't yet turned to face you.

Everything you had done so well to hide over the last ten years of knowing and loving him comes rushing back. Your love for the boy next to you consumes every fiber of your being.

A lone tear falls down your cheek as you begin to curse yourself and Liam. How did I let him control me into giving this up? This feeling?

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

JJ finally turns his head to look at you and feels his entire resolve crumble. You were crying. The sight nearly breaks his heart in two.

His eyes lock with yours and he can see the pain and heartache swirling within them.

“What did he do to you,” JJ mutters, letting his eyes roam the crowd for the boy he despises most in the world. Almost a year of suppressed anger starts to bubble up to the surface.

“JJ,” you whimper.

The sadness and hopelessness in your voice makes every ounce of anger in him evaporate as he turns his head to look at you again. The look in your eyes tells him that the kook boy had hurt you worse than he ever knew.

JJ wants nothing more than to pull you into his arms and never let anything else in the world harm you. His hands itch to wipe the tears off your face and pull your head to his chest.

However, JJ also wants you to be as comfortable as possible and he's not sure if you're ready for the amount of love he has to give you just yet.

You surprise the blonde boy by reaching out to your arms out to him. The blonde wastes no time in standing up and pulling your body flush to his chest.

Everyone else in the world disappears as the two of you clutch each other with all you have. Both of you realize how much you had missed the comfort of each other's embrace.

You're not sure how long you stand there like that, face nuzzled into JJ’s shoulder as the boy strokes your hair comfortingly.

“I'm sorry,” you mumble into his shirt, not willing to pull away from the warmth he radiates.

JJ’s eyebrows draw together in confusion as he pulls away enough to look down at you. “What do you mean,” he asks with a softness in his voice that is reserved for you only, gently lifting your chin so that you are looking into his beautiful cerulean eyes.

You sniffle. “I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for breaking down in front of you. I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess. But most of all, I'm sorry for ever believing that I could live without you. I-I mean if it weren't for you I don't know what I would do. I understand if you don't want to talk to-” your ramble is suddenly cut off by JJ pressing his lips to yours.

The boy knows that this is probably not the best time to confess his feelings towards you, but he can't watch you talk down about yourself like that anymore. Do you not know how much he adores you?

The kiss is soft and passionate. JJ can taste your salty tears on his slightly chapped lips as they work against yours. Both of you poor every ounce of emotion you have into the kiss.

JJ reluctantly pulls away when the two of you run out of air, placing his forehead delicately on yours as your arms wrap around his neck.

I'm tellin' you

You don't need that guy

It's so black and white

He's stealin' your thunder

Baby, blue ain't your color

Both of you pant as you look into each other's eyes. “I've wanted to do that for so long,” JJ says, as the smile you cherish so much graces his features.

“Really?” you ask and JJ can hear the vulnerability in your voice. What did that shithead do to you to make you so insecure?

“You have no idea, baby,” he says, tenderly kissing away the tear that has slipped out of your eye and onto your cheek.

Not having the words to express how you feel about the boy in front of you, you pull his head back down, kissing him so sweetly that it makes his knees buckle.

“JJ,” you whisper as you pull away, but you never get to finish your statement because you are suddenly ripped out of his embrace.

“You fucking whore,” Liam seethes at you taking a stride towards you and you instinctively take a step back. “You break up with me and two minutes later you've moved onto another guy. Slut.” His words cut you deep and you know by the tone of his voice that a punch to the gut or a slap to the face is coming. Liam raises his hand and you brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.

The sound of yelling fills your senses and you open your eyes to see JJ punching Liam in the face repeatedly. You are frozen as you watch the scene in front of you.

“JJ,” you hear John B yell, turning to look at him, “You're gonna kill him.”

Your eyes widen in realization at his words and you take a step forward.

“JJ,” you call, but your voice is drowned out by the sound of everyone yelling around you. You clear your throat and try again, louder. “JJ.”

This time JJ stops mid punch, turning to look at you. Fear fills your body when you see that his wide, normally baby blue eyes are nearly black.

His gaze softens as he takes in your anxious look.

JJ steps away from the beat-up boy and you see a few of his friends pull Liam’s limp body away. You lock your eyes back to JJ’s and he takes a careful step towards you causing you to involuntarily flinch back slightly.

I'm not tryna

Be another just

Pick you up

Kinda guy

Tryna drink you up

Tryna take you home

He wants to cry out at the sight. Don't you know that he would rather die than ever hurt you?

You do know this, and you're not afraid of the boy in the slightest, but the last five minutes have put you on edge.

Seeing the broken look in the blonde’s eyes, you take quick steps toward his body, wrapping him in your embrace. He melts into your arms, allowing his face to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.

The crowd that had formed around the fight disperses, realizing the show is over.

“(Y/N).” The sound of your name being called pulls your attention away from the sweet boy in your arms.

You pull away from JJ slightly, still keeping an arm around his bicep.

Looking over, you see John B standing to the side with Sarah Cameron. You had heard about the two of them getting together and you suddenly realize why JJ happened to be at this party.

The sadness in John B’s eyes as he looks at you breaks your heart. The two of you have been like sister and brother your whole lives and, besides JJ, he was the hardest for you to stop talking to.

You feel JJ’s grip on you loosen, urging you to go to John. The two of you walk towards each other and John B pulls you into his arms.

“I missed you, (Y/N/N),” he says unto your hair, “So much.”

You smile, tears softly rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you too, JB,” you say, pulling away to look at JJ who looks back with a sad smile on his face.

But I just don't understand

How another man

Can take your sun

And turn it ice cold

The four of you decided it was best to leave. John B dropped Sarah off at her house and drove the three of you back to the Chateau. Your stomach drops at the sight of the small shack.

JJ notices your facial expression, placing his hand softly on top of yours. “You okay?” he asks gently as John B parks the van.

You nod with a small smile and JJ helps you out of the van, holding your hand as he leads you to the porch. You stop walking, causing the two boys to turn around and look at you.

“I'm sorry,” you say, tears pooling in your eyes again. JJ gives you a knowing look. “(Y/N),” he says, almost sternly.

“No,” you say, wiping your eyes, “Let me talk.” JJ nods and John B looks at you expectantly. “I left you. Both of you. I- Liam, he just made me feel so useless and I didn't want to be a bother to you guys anymore.”

JJ lets out a sound, almost like a growl, and pulls you into a hug. “You are not useless, (Y/N),” he says seriously, “You are so important, to both of us, and we missed you so much.”

You nod into his chest as John B comes to wrap his arms around both of you.

The three of you group hug and you sigh contently, happy to be back with your boys.

Well, I've had enough to drink

And it's makin'

Me think that I just might

Tell you if I were a painter I wouldn't change ya

I'd just paint you bright

John B helps JJ set up the pull out while you change into a pair of John B’s sweats and JJ’s t-shirt. John B says goodnight and goes to “hit the hay” as he puts it, leaving you and JJ alone again.

“I'll sleep on the other couch and you can take the bed,” he says sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The two of you settle into your “beds”, but you can't seem to fall asleep with so many thoughts running through your mind.

Everything that has happened since you left the pogues seems like one big sad blur. Your mind wanders to JJ. What does this mean for you two?

“(Y/N),” the voice you love so much calls. You hum in response. “You ‘wake?” he asks. You sit up in the pullout shaking your head.

“Can't sleep,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

JJ sits up as well. “M’sorry, baby,” the nickname makes your heart flutter.

You open your arms for the boy who looks at you warily. “Are you sure, (Y/N),” he asks. You nod quickly and he stands up, falling into the pullout and wrapping you into his arms. He tucks your head under his chin, pulling you closer.

“JJ,” you ask.

It's his turn to hum in response. “This may be weird for you, but I feel like I just have to say it,” you tell him. JJ pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. He's worried about what you are going to say but tries to hide it for your sake. “I love you, J.”

JJ smiles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose with yours in an Eskimo kiss. “I love you too,” he says sincerely, but you're afraid he doesn't understand what you mean.

“No, J,” you say, looking away from his eyes, “I love you. Like, I'm in love with you.”

The blonde boy only smiles bigger. He leans down pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, pulling away when you run out of air. JJ trails sweet kisses down your jaw and neck before placing one last kiss on your lips.

“I'm in love with you too (Y/N),” he says kissing your forehead. JJ wonders how he went so long without being able to kiss you and hold you. Even after only confessing a few hours ago, it feels so natural to have you in his arms. The thought of not having you makes his heart ache.

“I have to ask you something, but you can say no and it won't change anything and I understand that this is hard because of everything that just happened,” JJ rambles. You kiss his jaw softly, urging him to continue. “Will you be mine. Ya know. Like my girlfriend, or whatever.”

You smile wide. “Of course I'll be yours, J.”

JJ copies your smile leaning down to press another kiss to your lips.

He pulls away, snuggling into you, and the both of you bask in the feeling of being in each other's arms. Your hand reaches up to play with JJ’s hair as your eyes start to droop.

“Love ya, pretty girl.”

“Love you too, J.”

'Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzin' on the wall

But darling, it don't match your eyes

You are sitting down on a beach towel, watching the sun slowly fall into the ocean, lighting the sky with a beautiful rainbow of colors. Your feet are outstretched in front of you and your hands prop you up behind your back. The Outer Banks heat is making your skin warm, but you don't mind, letting the steadily depleting sun hit your skin.

You watch as JJ catches another wave, surfing it perfectly. You giggle as he raises his hand in a fist, clapping for him.

It's been two weeks since you finally ended things with Liam. You were able to mend things with the rest of the pogues and Kiara and Pope welcomed you back with open arms. Things with JJ have been going amazing. The two of you agreed to take things slowly seeing as you were just getting out of a toxic relationship. It was different to finally be in a place with JJ where you weren't afraid to show him and tell him how you feel, but you loved it.

JJ runs towards you, gripping his board in one hand as the other pushes back his blonde locks.

When he gets to your towel, JJ throws down his board and plops down next to you, pulling you into a sweet hug.

You giggle. “You're all wet, J,” you say, not making any move to get out of his warm embrace. The boy peppers your face with soft kisses causing you to giggle even more.

A few minutes later you are seated in between JJ’s legs and he has his strong arms wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in the crook of your neck.

“I love you, J,” you say, still watching the sunset.

“I love you too, pretty girl,” JJ says kissing your neck. He begins humming the tune to a song you recognize.

“Blue ain't your color, umm mm,” he sings, “No, no baby, come here baby, let me light up your world.”

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elocinnicole · 3 years

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A New Year’s Kiss

Summary: Daveed plans to propose to Reader on her favorite holiday as he prepares the night before the proposal he thinks back through memories of their three-year relationship.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

AN: I’m giving the sisters names since the Reader comes from a big family.

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It was a cold night in New York City, you sat in the living room of your new three-bedroom apartment sipping on a cup of hot ginger tea. Daniel crawled all over the place, loving the ample amount of space he had to chase the new family dog, Rocky, a Beagle puppy. Daniel’s laughter made you smile widely; you loved the life you and Daveed built for yourselves. The new apartment was coming along nicely, you finally unpacked the last of the boxes, thus ending the living out of a box phase. You decorated the walls with pictures of family and friends, there’s even a wall dedicated to the tv shows, movies, plays, and musicals the two of you have been in. Even though you truly think that it was Daveed’s way to brag about your accomplishments every time someone came over to visit, despite the many times he denied it. The sound of the front door opening alerted Daniel that Daveed was home, he crawled to the front of the apartment, screaming at the top of his lungs. Daveed scooped Daniel and kissed the top of his head where his curly dark brown hair was starting to grow.

“Hey, little man! Where’s Mommy?” Daniel pointed toward the living room. Daveed walked over and plopped down next to you. You shared a quick kiss before Daniel slid himself out of Daveed’s lap to keep playing with Rocky.

“How was your day?” Daveed asked he wrapped an arm around you to pull you close to him.

“It was fine, just like the first day of rehearsals.” After being in The Lion King for about three months, you landed the lead role in a new musical called WET PAINT. “We start previews at the end of February. How was it with Anthony?”

“It was great, babe. We got the song done Rafa’s gonna send in his verse tomorrow.”

“That—” Then there were several loud knocks at the door

“You expecting company?”

“Remember my mom and sisters are coming up for New Years,” You hopped off the couch and greeted your family at the door, they were staying at a hotel not far from your apartment and you planned for them to come over and visit since your sisters haven’t seen Daniel since he was born.

“Hey Mom,” You pulled your mom in for a hug

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Come in guys,” Your mom and three sisters walked into your apartment,

“Where’s my grandson?” Your mom wondered loudly

“Nana!” Just like that Daniel made his way over to your mom who swooped down to pick him up.

“Hi, Nana’s baby, Y/N, I love the new place.” Your mom said as everyone followed you into the kitchen.

“Thanks, we needed more space, with Daniel getting bigger and having a dog.”

“Is there any other reason why you and Daveed needed more space?” Your oldest sister, Fatima, playfully suggested

“Um, girl no, Daniel isn’t even one yet. I’m just getting back to my pre-baby body. Oh, by the way, can you re-dip my braids tonight?”

“I was gonna offer but I didn’t want to be rude,” Fatima teased

“Shut up, rude ass.”

“So,” your older sister, Mara started “have you thought about having another baby?”

“I mean, yeah but not anytime soon.”

“What about marriage?” Your other sister, Kalani, added

“It’s been discussed, we both know we’re in this for the long haul.”

“Wedding bells may be in your near future,” Mara teased

“Can we wait a minute, we just moved, Daniel’s about to turn one, I just went back to work, I need some more time.”

“Girl, you waited three years, how much longer?” Fatima reasoned

“Why are you guys interrogating me?” You asked overwhelmed knowing that Daveed was well within earshot.

“Alright, alright, we’ll leave you alone, come on and let me fix your hair.”

Your sisters and mom ended up staying well past dinner and you didn’t mind it one minute. After graduating from Howard University, you moved to New York and didn’t look back. The last time you saw your sisters, in person, was at your baby shower and that was a year ago. After eating the crab cakes your Mom made and about three glasses of Merlot, you currently playing Black Card Revoked with your sisters, one of your favorite games, India Aire playing in the background.

“Okay, so this is majority rules, ‘You know it’s about to be a fight when you hear someone say? A. We need to talk… B. I just find it funny how… C. So what you not gonna do… or D. Didn’t I tell you…’” Fatima read

“C!” You said confidently, “That’s how all my fights started in high school.

“Naw I gotta go with D,” Mara shouted “D is one of them sneak attacks from behind.”

“Like that time, you grabbed that girl’s hair,” Kalani reminisced

“Yeah, she was bothering Y/N, and I was the only one in high school with her and I was not gonna let some bitch mess with my sister.”

“And that’s on period,” Fatima said

“Pooh!” Kalani added, making the sisters laugh

Daveed noticed your mom in the kitchen washing the dishes and saw it as the perfect opportunity.

“Hey, Daveed, sorry about the wedding talk with my daughters. I promise I didn’t say anything to them.” Your mom said in hushed tones

“It’s okay, I just wanted to show you a picture of the ring,” Daveed pulled out his phone and showed your mother the engagement ring. Shortly after you had Daniel, Daveed came to your mother and asked for her blessing, of course, she agreed and helped him find the perfect ring and the way he should propose. Knowing you were a private person he was going to give you a gift after midnight when everyone left your place, a photo album and on the last page, he was going to pop the question.

“It’s beautiful Daveed, where is it?”

“I keep it on me at all times,” Daveed pulled the engagement box out of his pocket.

“Is that what I think it is?” Fatima gushed

“Shush, get over here girl.” Your mother urged “Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s in the living room, so you’re gonna propose?”

“Yeah,” Daveed said quietly “tomorrow.”

“Aw, I’m so happy for you two, how are you gonna propose?”

“With a photo album,” Daveed replied a small smile on his face

“Oooohhhh, I can’t wait,” Fatima said clapping her hands together

“Fatima it’s your turn and you about to get skipped!” You shouted from the living room

“Girl, skip me I’m winning anyway,” Fatima said walking back over

Daveed sat in the living room long after you had fallen asleep and your mom and sisters went back to their hotel. He was going over the photo album to make sure that everything was perfect for tomorrow. The first picture he came across was from the opening night party of the First National Tour of Hamilton, which is where the two of you met. After consuming many drinks from the open bar the two of you snapped a very drunk selfie. Daveed had kissed your cheek and you were laughing.

March 2017

After you spilled your wine on Daveed, it seemed the two of you were attached at the hip. Between the bar and the dance floor, Daveed was not far from you and you didn’t mind at all. There was a lavish balcony looking over San Francisco, you and Daveed were laughing at a high school story you were telling him.

“So, the girlfriend started hitting the boyfriend mind you, we’re all in line for the Haunted Mansion ride and it got so bad that we were told to get out of line, so I never got to ride the Haunted Mansion. Long story short, my first and only trip to Disneyland before all of this was pretty bad.”

“Well, that just means we have to go back.”

“When?”

“Whenever,”

“Daveed, we can’t just drive to Disneyland and I don’t know you like that.”

“We can fly, that’s not a problem.”

“Did you forget that I’m on a tour right now?”

“Ain’t y’all here until August.”

“Well, I still don’t know you.”

“You can get to know me.”

“What if I don’t want to?” You challenged

“I can get us Fast Passes.”

“Oh, so you got it like that?” You teased flirtatiously

“Yeah, uh, I got some connections,” Daveed smirked

“Alright, let’s go.”

“It’s a date,” Daveed smiled

“It’s a date.”

The next picture was a picture Jasmine took of them at an award show, that night you said I love you to each other for the first time.

June 2018

You and Daveed had attended your first red carpet event of the award season that evening. It was also the first time you were at an exclusive event as a couple. The paparazzi went crazy all of them wanting to snap pictures of Daveed and his new girlfriend. It was all overwhelming to you. Of course, you have been on a red carpet before but not for an award show. While it was exciting it was also draining. Unfortunately, you had to leave that night to go back to New York you had a show the next day, what made it worse, was that Daveed had to stay in LA for an interview about Blindspotting. Now at the airport, you hugged your boyfriend tightly not wanting to let go.

“You gonna miss your flight,” He mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t care,” You said, tiredness evident in your voice.

“It’s only two days, go make that money,” Daveed said trying to lift your spirits. Daveed cupped your face and kissed you on the lips.

“I love you,” He said tenderly, you looked at him wide-eyed. He mentally slapped himself for saying that out loud. He scanned your face for any sign that you would say it back. When he didn’t he pulled away from you, suddenly.

“Sorry, for saying that, uh—-”

“Daveed—-”

“I um, I hope you have a safe flight. Call me when you land.” Daveed said quickly, wanting to end the already awkward moment. He turned to walk away but you grabbed his arm and pulled him in for another kiss.

“You didn’t let me say it back, dork.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips “I love you too,” Daveed smiled widely and kissed you once more.

“Can you say it again?” You playfully rolled your eyes

“I love you too.” Daveed leaned in to kiss you but you put up your hand to stop him

“I’m gonna miss my flight, messing with you. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

January 2019

“Happy New Year!!” You smiled while you kissed Daveed. The two of you were hosting a New Year’s Eve party for your friends at Daveed’s New York apartment. This was the first big event the two of you hosted. Well, it was mainly you, Daveed just let you do your thing. You pulled away from the kiss and raised an eyebrow, you know that there was something was on his mind.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You should move in with me.”

“Huh? How much have you had to drink?” You asked but you were just as tipsy after taking quite a few shots out the Grammy.

“Not as much as you.” You lightly slapped his chest you examined his face to make sure he wasn’t playing a joke

“You serious?”

“Hella,”

“Aw, so I’m gonna have more than a drawer.” Daveed playfully rolled his eyes

“You can have a whole dresser,” You gave a peck on the cheek, smiling widely.

“I love you,”

“Love you too.”

The next day, Daveed did his best to keep his cool which was easy because your sisters, Mom, Jasmine, Kim, Rafael, Barbara, and Dountes were all at your place for New Year's Eve and served as the perfect distraction. Anthony was in Times Square performing on the Main Stage and would be the last act before the ball dropped so you decided to host a party.

You caught Daveed staring, smirking you walked over to him. You were wearing a brown bodycon dress and matching heels. Feeling the effects of the alcohol had you feeling more confident. You sensually wrapped your arms around Daveed making sure to caress his muscles.

“We have some time before midnight,” you suggested Daveed smirked and kissed your forehead.

“With your Mom here?” Daveed asked with raised eyebrows.

“I can be quiet,”

“After everyone’s gone. So we don’t have to worry about being quiet.” You pouted which made Daveed snicker.

“It’s shot o’clock!” Your sister Mara called from the kitchen

“Oh, so we doing body shots?” Rafael suggested eying your sister.

“Body shots?” Fatima questioned

“I’m down,” Mara responded giving Rafael the same look.

“No one is down for anything, this is not some frat party.”

“How much you wanna bet, Rafa’s gonna—”

“Don’t even finish that sentence, I don’t need the visual.”

Midnight came and went and Daveed’s nervousness was at an all-time high. He watched as your guests left one by one. Neither of you were surprised when Mara and Rafa slipped away shortly after the ball dropped. Surprisingly, Daniel stayed up until the ball dropped, but went to sleep shortly after.

“I’m about to go change so we can start cleaning up.”

“Hold on, I wanna give you something first,” Daveed said you sighed heavily.

“Babe, can you give it to me after I change? I wanna get out my shoes.”

“It’s not gonna take long. I promise, go in the living room.”

You sleepily walked back to the living room and plopped down on the sofa, whatever Daveed had up his sleeve better be worth it. Daveed returned with a purple photo album in hand and handed it to you.

“What’s this?”

“Just some pictures, something I put together.” You smiled, tears threatening to fall.

“Aw, you’re so sweet, thank you so much, baby.”You kissed his cheek before looking through the album and reacting to the pictures. It was so crazy to see the timeline of your relationship, who would’ve thought that back in 2017 you would be where the two of you are now.

You flipped through the album until you got to the last page. It was an empty page and dated for today. Confused you turned to look at Daveed only to find him already on bended knee with a ring box in hand. You covered your face as the tears started falling. Daveed gently removed your hands from your face. You saw that he was holding back tears as well.

“When you purposely split your wine on me—”

“Oh my gosh, Daveed!”

“I knew you were something special the first time I laid my eyes on you. Baby, you are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of it with you. I kept going over what I was gonna say or how I wanted to do this. I wanted it to be perfect because you deserve nothing but perfection. I love you so much. Will you marry me?” You were full-on crying at this point. The album already made you emotional but, the both of you had discussed marriage but still, this proposal is everything you’ve could‘ve dreamed of.

“Yes, yes of course.” Daveed slid the ring onto your ring finger and you pulled him in for a kiss. This is always how you imagine your engagement would be, just you and your fiancé.

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murdocking · 4 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

c𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣; 𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝗂/𝖿𝖾𝗆! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌.

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁. 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗐𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗌...𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇...𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁...𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍... 𝗐𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇

Lights adorned every crevice of the wonderous palace, the land decorated with vibrant flowers covering the twisting vines on the archway to the prince’s home. Carriages and stallions littered the entrance of the stone castle, beautiful people with smiles on their faces made their way to the open doors where music played by the talented Takeda swarmed the main room. As couples whispered small compliments to each other and gossiping mothers chose appetizers for their husbands and children- the prince was being dolled up by his irritatingly clingy friends.

“please tsukki- it’s just a little more left-“ “I cannot even breathe through this disgusting paste on my face- god can these imbeciles leave this is pointless.” The prince sighed in heavy annoyance, his blonde hair being tied back (he swore he was going to grab one of Miss Yachi’s knives and cut it himself) and glasses thrown on the vanity’s hardwood. “oh be quiet- its only for a few hours not to mention you enjoy ridiculing your people Tsukishima.” Sugawara grumbled, tired of his complaints as he mixed more water in his brush to loosen its bristles; to which Tsukishima jerked his head, standing up to look down on his older companion. “don’t you forget your place.” Yamaguchi simply stares at the articulate tile below his foot, wanting nothing more than to be immersed into the joy the people displayed outside of the stuffy room he was currently in.

Ukai stands behind his companion, Takeda, while his delicate fingers hit every key on his piano perfectly- simply whispering to him about future songs the two would be playing later during the prince’s ball; Takeda would answer with a distracted tone to all the questions Ukai posed, frustrated the blonde to no end.

“you’re lucky you have an excuse not to be paying attention right now, Takeda.” “of course, that’s perfect monsieur Ukai.” “god dam- “

The moon seemed to be even brighter that night, and to Tsukishima Kei- it was as though the gods had decided to mock his name as he spent another year alone for his birthday, hands of his ‘servants’ fixing his appearance while Sugawara spoke with faux pride in the main room to introduce his prince. The room filled with harsh silence as Tsukishima’s tall stature stepped quietly down the carpeted steps with an uninterested gaze over the crowd of people he didn’t know, and didn’t wish to know. “my prince, it is my honor to begin your-“

The dark doors that had been shut close suddenly opened, the creak of its hinges holding more volume than Sugawara or Takeda could have ever wished to achieve. A battered down woman limped in, her hair was thin against her fragile face- her wrinkles holding dirt and mud, evidence of tough travel conditions. Tsukishima could barely contain his chuckle at her appearance.

“m-my prince…! Please, if you would be so kind a-as to help me, I seem to ha-“ “and you have the pure audacity to enter my home, disgustingly ruining the beauty of this ball…and not even bring me a gift…? You are a bold woman…” Tsukishima scoffed under his breath, Yamaguchi frowned at just how hurtful his best friend had become. “b-but my prince, I do bring you a gift…” she turned to her worn down and sopping satchel, pulling a beautiful rose that even Sugawara could smell from his place in the middle of the room. Its petals shimmered in the candlelight of the party- and its green stem was of such a pigment that all attending were sure not even the finest of painters could achieve such a hue.

Tsukishima breathes hard, walking closer to the elderly woman before gently taking the rose. He stares at it a moment, his hands moving on their own as he throws it behind his back with a small “oops”. the woman stared at his highness in pure disbelief, his arrogance had upset her to the highest degree.

“very well.” she stands up, and its as though she was growing in front of Tsukishima as he stared at the elderly woman morph into a beautiful woman who seemed to only be in her 20s. ‘well fuck?’ she held a strong glare at him as her ripped hood lifted off of her short brown hair, twisting into dark silver crown that never met her strands of hair. “Tsukishima Kei.” He gulped slightly, his hands grabbing onto the end of his shirt as he tried to focus on the (slightly blurry) scene before him, the lady easily moving behind him to grab the flower he had earlier discarded. “although appearances may be deceiving, all should know who you really are at heart” her delicate hand pushed harshly against his chest, her eyes never moving from his “I damn you to become what you really are” her finger snapped in front of his face and stole his coming breath instantly. “a detestable beast.”

When he opens his mouth to retort, a scream erupts instead as his bones and joints of his hands felt like they were being stretched by a torture machine, his spine felt contorted against his caving and heaving stomach. the enchantress watches in amusement, her stare towards his party held no remorse as the flick of her wrist opened the doors once more. “I will count down from 30. You have that long until you join your dearest prince.” it was something out of a manic state that made families depart without a care for each other- a child being separated from their father, and a man being lost without his love. the cooks in the far back of the palace broke the windows with a poor attempt of leaving the horror of the castle as Tsukishima’s screams of pure agony and pain changed into animalistic growls. the enchantress twirls the rose in her hand, her voice of honey contrasting the words that fell out of her mouth “if by the last petal falls, and you have truly loved someone and they have loved you back- you and everyone here will be free from my curse. However,” she cranes her neck and motions her hand downwards- closing the gates to the castle and boarding up all the glass pane windows, “if not, you will forever be a beast. And everyone here will be part of your castle- for eternity.” And with a final roar of protest and pain, Tsukishima had truly become a beast.

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“I don’t think I understand that- how could you be selling a whole loaf of bread for 3 coins yesterday and today it is 7 coins for half of a stale loaf? What sick game are you playing here, Bokuto?” You speak with annoyance, tapping your foot on the stone floor while your friend gives you a short smirk “im not playing anything besides business. That, my friend, was merely a discount. You have to pay my full price.” He retorts, giving a smile to a child as the boy hands the older one a bag of coins- setting two loaves of fresh bread onto the kid’s small hands “now I know you’re lying straight to my face, Bokuto.” You say, stuffing your hand into your dirty dress pocket, counting the silver coins in your head as you pull out 2 more before pressing them onto the wooden table. “there’s no way I’d be receiving your ‘discount’ for nearly 19 years. Just give me the bread and I’ll be on my way.” he ponders for a moment, his eyes getting lost in the crowd when he sees the black tuff of hair wandering through the middle of it. “fine, just this onc-“ “thank you Bokuto pleasure doing business with you!” You quickly snatch the fresh bread beside him instead of the one you two had previously agreed on, to which you heard his protests fade out as you stuffed the bread into your woven basket. you greet the widow by the bookstore with a wave and a quarter of poorly cut bread.

“you know, you never have to give me this my dear.” “it is alright though! Kou always lets me off the hook, so I don’t mind sharing Ms.” You say, giving a curt nod before departing- heading inside to catch the eye of Akaashi, his eyes quickly scanning your outfit and bag, seeing the bread inside. “he was looking for you again” “should I feel honored?” you scoff, and he lightly rolls his eyes as he hands you the newest supply of books. “im sorry to disappoint, Y/n- but all we have are the same old stories. Even I’m getting tired of them all” the male beside you sighs, rubbing his eyes as you coyly take the one on the top of the stack. “oh that’s just fine Akaashi, I don’t mind it. It isn’t like I have much to do anyways” “you could be making friends but I mean, that’s just my input…” “now you-“ “hey akaashi!” Bokutos face suddenly comes in, startling you as Akaashi perks up- giving his friend a wave as his shirt and pants is coated in scattered flour. “bokuto what did I say about cleaning off before coming inside…” “but…” “well! I need to be going! Thank you again Akaashi for the supply. I’ll be back later with the ones I took last week” “you know you don’t have to y/-“ he speaks as you stand up, not wanting to be in the middle of the tense atmosphere. “I don’t mind it, I’ll see you both around okay?”

And as every day, you walk through the bustling town- ignoring the stares and whispers directed at you while you flipped the page of the book you were currently reading, the characters felt more real to you than the literal people bumping into you. you kept walking, following the same dusty stones as the day before to lead up a small hill to your part of town- small chicks running beside your foot as their mother hens stood behind them. “father, I’m home.” silence, he wasn’t home yet.

“you know, in a few years- instead of you saying that it could be our child.” You jump, being caught off-guard by the taunting voice of the most annoying piece of shit you had ever met. “oikawa… I don’t know if you know this, but- you’re quite delusional monsieur!” you speak with a fake pep- his smile never faltering as he gives your free hand a kiss. “oh but imagine the sight y/n. wouldn’t you agree it would be quite exquisite?” “no.” “oh” he stops speaking for a moment before a ‘tsk’ leaves from between his lips. “you know y/n, im honestly doing you a favor by asking you to be my wife. Everyone adores me and…I suppose you- you would be comfortable with me. I mean not to mention,” he leans down a little to meet your eyes, “when your father passes, there will be no suitors for you. of course, you are stunning- but being a wife ah… you’re probably…last on the list there. You wouldn’t want to end up the new village widow, would you? living off the kindness of the townsfolk?” his harsh words slipped from his pretty lips, and you stared in disbelief- you were genuinely hurt. “well,” you cleared your throat, blinking a bit to stop any form of an emotional outburst from rising to the surface. “I would rather be a street rat stealing from whoever than being someone’s medal from his war to show off and be of use for pleasantries.” You say, begging internally you wouldn’t crack under his strong gaze. “wow, I wouldn’t peg you for the type to bite. That only makes you more hm…” he gasps. “irritating.” “you should leave oikawa.” “you know where to find me, Y/n.”

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𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘓𝘔𝘈𝘖𝘖 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 + 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬

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[CN] Kiro’s Village Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The phone call before this date: here! It happens right before the date, so do listen/read it for better context :)

The date begins with MC waiting around the train station for Kiro after reaching a remote town. A stranger comes up to her.

Stranger: Sister, are you here to visit relatives? Want to take my car?

MC: Thank you… but there’s no need…

Stranger: No need to be shy. My car is pretty fast, so just tell me where you want to go!

MC: I really don’t need… ah!

Someone grips my shoulder from behind, making my hair stand on end. My mind gets flooded with horror stories of female travelers who got duped when travelling on their own.

Kiro: Big brother, I’m here to pick my sister up, so there’s no need to bother you.

MC: Kiro!

I whip my head around to see Kiro blinking at me slyly.

Stranger: Ah sister, you should have mentioned that someone was picking you up!

With a wave of his hand, the man leaves. I heave a sigh of relief, and only now take a good look at Kiro.

It has been several days since we’ve last seen each other, and it looks like he has gotten thinner, and a little tanner. Even so, his eyes remain as bright as always, as though they store the blue sky in them.

Kiro: What’s with your shocked expression?

MC: You scared me just now…

Kiro: Then… I’ll definitely stand in front of you next time, okay?

MC: Mm! Have you been waiting long?

Kiro: Only for a bit. I arrived at the right time. Let’s go, sister. We shall take a big car!

Kiro mimics the stranger’s dialect, playfully pulling on my hand.

MC: W-what are you doing…

Kiro: This is to prevent you from getting taken away by people you don’t know.

We walk across the road while holding hands, and I finally see the vehicle that would be transporting us to the mountain village.

The first thing I see is a huge exhaust pipe pointing straight towards the sky. The wheels, which reach the height of half a person, support this giant creature.

The driver rolls up his sleeves from the front seat and greets us.

MC: Wait a minute… Kiro, when you said “big car”, you meant… a tractor?!

On the mountain dirt path, the wheels whip up gigantic balls of dust, and the loud vehicle scares off sparrows.

MC: Why a tractor…

Kiro: [shouting] What? Speak louder Miss Chips, I can’t hear you!

MC: I said – why is a tractor sending us to the village!

Kiro: [shouting happily] It can’t be helped. The only car in the village was sent for repair, so only Brother Zhang’s tractor is available for use. Don’t you find this interesting? You wouldn’t experience such a fun journey elsewhere!

Barely making out his words over the sound of the tractor, I can’t help but laugh.

MC almost falls out of the tractor during a particular rough turn.

Kiro: Be careful!

Kiro frantically reaches out to pull me back, and my head lands on his chest. His breath encases my surroundings – familiar yet mixed with the freshness of the mountains and forests.

Kiro: Are you okay? Did you hit anything?

I shake my head to signal that I’m all right, wanting to pull myself away from his chest to sit up properly. Instead, he hugs me even more tightly.

Kiro: This is to prevent you from falling out again.

I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, and it travels up to my ear slowly. I lift my head, only to meet his bright eyes. My cheeks begin to flush.

MC: Kiro, the driver is in front…

Kiro: What did you say? It’s too noisy. I~ can’t~ hear~ anything~

For the rest of the journey, I remain in Kiro’s arms. After many more turns on the dirt road, the tractor finally reaches its destination. By the time we thank the driver, disembark, and step into the village, it’s already late afternoon.

Even though the buildings are ancient, and the facilities are not as modern as in the city, there is life everywhere. In an environment so close to nature, even the air carries with it a certain sweetness.

A large group of villagers surround us once we enter the village. Wherever Kiro goes, he manages to build good relations with people.

Villager A: Ro-Ro, you finally brought your girlfriend? She’s very beautiful, you’re really lucky!

Villager B: Girl, come try my family’s walnut cookies. Take more, don’t be shy!

Villager C: Do you eat braised duck? Try my family’s braised duck!

In a moment, my hands are full of souvenirs.

MC: Thank you everyone… there’s really no need to do this…

I look at Kiro with a silent plea, and he comes over to help.

Kiro: Thank you all for your kind hospitality. Miss Chips just arrived, so I’m going to help her settle down first, all right?

The villagers gradually disperse after leaving a few more kind words. I heave a sigh of relief. Kiro takes the souvenirs from my hands, a little apologetic.

Kiro: Did they scare you? I didn’t expect the entire village to be here… they just wanted to give you a warm welcome since you came from such a faraway place.

MC: I’m happy that everyone is so welcoming, so I’m not scared.

Kiro: That’s great! Let’s put down our bags, then I’ll show you around. There are so many interesting places here. There’s a Flower Valley near the outskirts, and if you continue down the right…

He talks excitedly about the scenic areas and his filming experiences here, as though painting the empty period when we were apart with his colours.

MC: Kiro, do you like this place a lot?

Kiro: Mm, of course. I like it a lot. And now… I like it even more.

He turns to look directly at me. The cloudless sky is behind him, but the sky in his eyes are clear, and of an even brighter blue.

Kiro: What about you, Miss Chips? Do you like it?

Bathed under the sunlight, Kiro’s smile is tender. Yet, his eyes carry within them a certain seriousness.

MC: Mm, I like it too.

In that moment, the look in his eyes becomes even brighter, and he flashes me a wide smile.

Kiro: After dinner, I have a secret surprise for you!

MC: What surprise?

Kiro: I already called it a “secret”, so of course I’ll keep it to myself first!

He blinks at me slyly, carrying our luggage as he runs up the stairs. He stands at the top of the stairs and waves.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry up!

MC: Mm!

In the span of an afternoon, Kiro shows me around the entire village – from the large banyan tree at the door to the river’s thousand-year-old stone path.

We take time to appreciate the traditional textiles, and even eat delicious farm dishes…

Starlight appears in the distance. To city-dwellers, this means that the night has just begun. But to the people here, it means that it’s time to return home and rest.

In the distance, I hear tea women singing. In the midst of the song, I call out to the person who is in front of me.

MC: Kiro…

Kiro: What’s wrong? Are you tired?

MC: No, I’m just a little curious… is the “secret surprise” you mentioned very far from here?

Kiro: Not really. There, it’s on that mountain.

MC: Then why are we bringing a tent?

Kiro: That’s also a secret!

I can only pout and continue following him.

Kiro looks incredibly well-prepared. He’s carrying a tent on his back, a high-power flashlight in his hands. You can tell from a glance that you can’t buy these things from this town.

Even though he is usually bad with directions, he walks with light steps in the twilight, clearly familiar with this path. As for the small black bag he’s carrying… I stare at it with curiosity.

I should just anticipate the surprise he has prepared!

With this in mind, I smile, my footsteps becoming lighter as well.

MC: Kiro! Wait for me!

By the time the heat of the day ebbs away and the sky is lit up by a few stars, we have reached the foot of the mountain. I look at the stone steps in front of me, slightly shocked.

MC: I thought it would be an undeveloped steep mountain road…

Kiro: Hehe, bet you didn’t expect this! Also, this stone path has a legend tied to it.

MC: A legend?

Kiro: Legend says that in ancient times, there was a loving married couple. They agreed to go up this mountain to view the sea of flowers in Spring, the forests in Summer, the sunsets in Autumn, and the stars in Winter every year. But one day, the wife suffered from a grave injury and it became difficult for her to walk. So her husband built this mountain path by hand, so they could continue their agreement till they became old and grey. As we walk up this path, we could be walking in their same footsteps!

Kiro offers me his hand as he says this. Feeling playful, I hide my hand behind my back.

MC: I’m not the wife in the legend who needs support when walking.

Kiro is stunned for a moment, then he laughs.

Kiro: [laughing] All right, then let’s see how amazing this strong and healthy Miss Chips is!

MC: No problem! Let’s race to see who reaches that banyan tree first, how’s that!

Kiro: Does the winner get a prize?

MC: Hm… the person who loses has to fulfil the winner’s wish!

Kiro: Deal!

MC: Three, two, one, go!

With these words, we run up the stone steps. Responsible for carrying more items, Kiro trails behind me.

However, as the mountain path gets increasingly steep, I begin to lose steam.

MC: Huff… huff… another ten steps…

The distance between Kiro and I grows smaller, and I can almost hear his shallow breaths from behind.

With a sudden burst of energy, I release a shout and lunge forward.

MC: Three more… two more… I’ve reached! Victory!!

The moment I step on the top of the steps, I raise up both hands in celebration.

Soon after, Kiro also reaches the goal and gives me a high-five.

Kiro: Ah… I can’t believe I lost… congratulations to Miss Chips for being the champion! You can state your wish now!

MC: Hmm, I haven’t thought about it actually. I just said it in passing just now… is it okay if I save it for now?

Kiro: You’re so sly! I’m reluctantly agreeing, but I’m only extending the time-limit of making the wish to the end of today!

MC: Mm! I will give it serious thought!

After resting for a while, we continue up the path until we reach an empty plain.

Kiro hangs a light on a tree branch, casting the surroundings in brightness. He removes the tent from his back.

MC: I just realised that you planned this right from the start. This tent is big enough to host a party!

Kiro: Savin helped me pick it. He said the blackout tent is especially suitable for…

MC: [blushing] Suitable for what?

Kiro: Mm… you’ll know in a while. [laughing]

After setting up the tent, Kiro asks me to wait outside.

He takes the small black bag and enters the tent. After a while, he sticks his head out of the flap.

Kiro: Miss Chips, come in.

MC: Eh? Do you need help with anything?

Kiro doesn’t respond, but his eyes are crinkled, a secretive smile on his face as he looks at me. I can only play along with him, bending down and entering the tent.

MC: …it’s so dark! Why didn’t you turn the light on?

Right after the words leave my lips, a sea of stars appear before my eyes.

In the tent, countless little star-shaped lights flicker. It’s like magic. The warm yellow lights illuminate this space - a space belonging only to the two of us.

The source of the light is in his hands, and light is also reflected in his bright blue eyes.

MC: It’s beautiful… is this the surprise you wanted to give me?

Kiro hangs the final star lamp on the tent carefully. He lowers his head and answers my question.

Kiro: [cheeky laughter] This is more like the “appetizer” of the surprise. The “proper meal” is still on the mountaintop, and is even more beautiful than this!

MC: Mountaintop?

Kiro: Mm! There’s a banyan tree with long, winding vines that form an enclosed natural area. Last time, the film crew strung several lights similar to these on the vines, and it was so beautiful to look at in the night! After the filming was over, I specially asked them to keep the scene as it is, so that I could bring you there someday.

He takes a step towards me, offering me his hand.

Kiro: May I ask if Miss Chips is interested to go to “Kiro’s special, limited-time-only secret base” with me?

I nod my head vigorously and place my hand in his.

MC: Of course! I’m looking forward to it!

MC and Kiro carry on upwards but fail to notice that the clouds are grey and that it’s about to rain.

It starts pouring and they realise it would be too late before they can reach the tent. Kiro notes that the mountaintop doesn’t have shelter either, so they head to a nearby cave to seek shelter.

The cave isn’t very deep, but it’s dry. In a corner, there are traces of burnt candles and food offerings.

MC: Looks like this place was used by the villagers to worship the mountain god…

Kiro: Mountain god grandfather, I am grateful that you have lent us your cave so we can hide from the rain. If you can hear this, please give the rain god a call so that he can make the rain stop quickly!

Seeing Kiro putting his hands together and talking to the rock reverently makes me laugh.

Kiro: You’re laughing at me? I’m seriously praying here!

MC: I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing. I believe the rain god will soon get the call!

Despite what I said, the rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. I roll my slightly sore ankles and turn to look at Kiro.

MC: Why are you sitting down?!

Kiro: [sighs] The rain wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so why not take a break.

He is sitting down, leaning against the stone wall. He tosses a wave in my direction.

MC: That makes sense…

I move over to Kiro and prepare to sit down, but he spreads out his arms.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro: The floor is too cold! I think Miss Chips needs a warm cushion.

He looks at me with a straightforward expression, as though predicting that I would agree.

MC: In that case… you’re not allowed to complain that I’m heavy.

Kiro: I wouldn’t!

I walk towards his outstretched arms and carefully sit on his legs.

He holds my hand firmly with one hand, and takes up the star lamp in the other.

In the darkness of the night, the only source of light rests in between us.

Fine speckles of light adorn the sturdy rock, the trees that are drenched outside, and both of our eyes.

I see my own reflection in Kiro’s eyes – there is a little panic, a little embarrassment, and a little shyness.

To calm my rapidly beating heart, I break the peaceful and silent atmosphere.

MC: Mm… I wonder when the rain would stop…

As my words leave my lips, I tell myself: “Oh no”.

Sure enough, Kiro’s eyes dim, and the smile originally on his lips turn downwards.

Kiro: [pouting] I should have checked the weather forecast…

Looking at his downcast expression, I try to comfort him.

MC: Today has already been a very happy one for me. So it doesn’t matter even if I can’t see the lights on the banyan trees.

Kiro: But…

He shakes his head, bending forward to wrap me in his arms. The tips of his hair brush my cheeks, and his breath carries with it the dampness of the rain.

Kiro: I’m sorry, Miss Chips.

Hearing the despondent voice coming from the head buried in my shoulder, I suddenly feel a heaviness in my heart.

MC: …why do you have to apologise?

Kiro: I ruined this whole thing… I wanted to have a “Tidbit Eating Showdown” with you, but it can’t happen because of me. And then I wanted to give you a romantic surprise, but because of the rain… Miss Chips, I don’t want to disappoint you. I want every single one of our dates to be perfect.

The melancholy, regret, and resoluteness in his tone makes me hold him tightly.

MC: I think our dates are already perfect.

Kiro: [sighs and sniffs] Miss Chips…

MC: Because… there’s me, there’s you, and there’s nothing missing.

I straighten up and look into his eyes as we sit under the starlight.

MC: We rode a tractor, visited every corner of the village, raced up the mountain, and even hid from the rain using the mountain god’s turf. This isn’t just an interesting date - it’s an extraordinarily interesting one!

MC: Come to think of it, it seems like every time I’m with you, we have these unexpected yet memorable special experiences!

MC: So perhaps that starry scene at the banyan tree is an invitation letter to our next “perfect date”!

Clearly not expecting what I just said, he blinks at me in a daze.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you truly happy today?

MC: Yes! Oh, I thought about what my prize should be from that earlier competition.

I reach out to place my hands on both sides of Kiro’s mouth, then tug upwards gently.

MC: I want to see Kiro’s signature smile!

We maintain this comical position while looking at each other. My reflection in his eyes contains a serious expression and also a hint of stubborn silliness.

At first, Kiro is stunned. His eyes seem to have harnessed all the light from the lamp.

Even without my assistance, Kiro smiles automatically.

--It’s a smile that belongs to him, and a smile that he shows only to me. No matter when, or whatever happens, Kiro’s smile always brings me warmth and strength.

Kiro: Oh!

As though suddenly realizing something, he raises his pinky finger towards me with a brilliant smile.

Kiro: Do you remember the promise we made last year at the Spring festival?

MC: Of course I remember. You said… that you would be with me in the future.

Kiro: Not quite. It’s that I would be with you forever. But this time, let’s add on to the promise.

MC: Add on?

I hesitantly hook my pinky finger with his, and the place where our fingers link is a place where a tiny star-shaped speckle of light happens to be.

Kiro: The promise I want to add on is that I would not only be with you forever, but I will always be happy when I’m with you!

MC: Mm! Me too!

Kiro: It’s a promise! This is the mountain god’s turf, so he will be our witness!

I nod my head vigorously.

His voice melds together with the lights in the cave.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look. The rain has stopped.

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Call after the date: here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro #here's a tranquil date so we can all calm down from the Ch 37 PV release

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spriteandnicotine · 4 years

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Sweater Weather

A/N: It is official that August is national I Love Ukai Keishin Month for me. Forgive me in advance because my smooth brain has the attention span of a goldfish. Obviously doing this for the Haikyuu-Creations Monthly Prompt Event, which you can still enter here! (insert link) I also would like to thank @hairbleachwhore @revasserium and @cherryonigiri for being my beta readers. It’s also been a while but I’m doing alright I promise.

Prompt: As the chilly weather rolls in, A notices that B is shivering. A can’t help but take both of B’s hands into the long sleeves of A’s sweater to warm them up. “It’s too cold, huh? Do you want my sweater?”/”Are you cold? Can I hold your hands to warm you up?”

Fandom: Haikyuu!

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: A little under 1.3K <3

With a pumpkin spice latte in one hand and an ice cold bottle of water in the other; you make your way down the block towards your boyfriend, Ukai Keishin’s apartment.

The weather outside is cool and the light from the sun is disappearing behind the tree line. The wind starts to pick up, causing goosebumps to rise along your exposed arms.

You reach the apartment just as the sensation of pins and needles prickle the hand holding the bottle of water. Releasing one finger from the grip around the latte, you ring the doorbell. Not even a minute passes before Ukai appears before you, wearing a white and black knit striped sweater.

You pass him the latte and give him a kiss before the two of you move onto the couch. In order to compensate for the chilled hand, you decide to slide it underneath your thigh.

“Babe, are you cold?” Ukai asks, staring at the goosebumps on your arms.

Not wanting to concern him, you simply shake your head no, but at that same moment a chill runs down your spine from the AC kicking on right above you, and your teeth begin to chatter.

“Okay, obviously you’re cold. Maybe my sweater and a blanket will keep the both of us warm. I will cook you some ramen as well if you would like,” as he finishes saying this, he slowly lifts his sweater up over his head and signals for you to hold your arms up.

Once his soft, bare chest is revealed, he grabs your arm and holds it up in the air, while you take the water bottle from your other hand and set it to the side before lifting that arm as well, while he grabs the sweater and slides it over your shivering body.

He then disappears into his bedroom and returns moments later with a Karasuno blanket he received last year when the boys graduated. They made it by tying knots with black, blue and orange fabric together until it was a cohesive piece.

He grabs the remote and turns on the TV, getting ready to binge watch Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime, which is normal for a night in with your boyfriend.

He’s been getting more into vaping as of recent, trying to quit smoking cigarettes because they are finally beginning to affect his lung function. As the show plays and you cuddle into him, a cloud of vapor floats the aroma of pink lemonade up your nostrils. You take a drink of water in an attempt to quench your thirst.

Once done drinking, you sit up a little bit and wrap your hands around his neck, causing him to shiver from the cold one that was holding the water bottle. He grabs the cool hand and takes it in his.

“Babe, your hands are so cold, let me warm them up with mine, please?” he asks sweetly.

You can’t help but melt into his embrace, using your other hand to trace lines up and down his chest, savoring the smooth skin beneath your fingertips.

Once your hand is warmer, you snake your right arm around his back, while placing your left hand on his sternum. He wraps an arm around your body, resting his hand on your shoulder. You lay your head on him, allowing him to lightly tug at your hair while drinking in his scent.

He takes another hit from his vape and the two of you hang out for the rest of the evening, eventually eating ramen together and having some snacks while watching TV. He makes sure that you know he appreciates bringing him the pumpkin spice latte. It’s one of his favorites. He even got a picture of it tattooed on his arm in attempts to cheer you up one day.

He also recently began stretching his ears, and as of right now they were big enough to stick a pinky finger through. The most comforting thing, though, is just listening to him talk, whether it be something serious or just something random he couldn’t get out of his head.

Your favorite thing to listen to him do is sing. He really enjoys rock music in general, and the two of you go to concerts, the majority of them playing in the fall. The next date you have officially planned out is going to the apple orchard and creating home-made apple pie and apple cider to share with his relatives.

“Hey, Y/N?” he asks, moving just enough to kiss your forehead.

You look into his eyes to show him you are paying attention.

“You know I love our Netflix parties, but I really love our Karaoke dates. Would you be down to sing a few duets?” he asks, pausing the TV mid-question.

He switches over to the channel the karaoke machine is attached to, and starts up the Elvis Presley song “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” He takes the mic in his right hand and softly begins to sing, and you join in to make beautiful harmonies with him.

As the song comes to a close, you can hear a knocking coming from the door. Ukai stands up and starts to walk over, still shirtless.

“Babe, put a shirt on!” you say quietly, yet sternly.

He runs to the bedroom and comes back moments later, the knocking proceeding to become even louder. Suddenly, his phone begins to ring, and the caller ID shows that Hinata is calling. The pieces come together, and Ukai opens the front door, allowing a visibly cold red-head into the apartment.

“Hinata, what’s going on?” he asks.

“M-my house is too far f-f-for me to walk and it-t started to rain and get cold outside. Do you m-m-mind if I stay here until my parents can c-c-c-come and get me?” he asks.

You take the blanket from around your body and lay it against the top of the couch. Ukai takes a towel from the bathroom closet and hands it to Hinata so he can remove the cold water particles from his hair. He then goes back into his bedroom and grabs a fresh change of clothes, handing them over to the sopping wet high schooler, and then points to the bathroom so he can change.

You aren’t even upset that date night ended this way. It just shows how much he cares for the students he coaches, even if he doesn’t like to make it known. Hinata comes back from the bathroom with his wet clothes in hand, and Ukai takes them and slides them into the dryer in an attempt to get the rain water out of his clothes before he has to leave.

You stand up and as the red-head stares at you, you become a bit self-conscious, knowing the sweater doesn’t necessarily match the rest of your outfit. You make your way over to the stove and pour some milk into a saucepan.

You then grab some hot cocoa mix from the cabinet and mix it throughout the milk as it begins to heat up.

“So Coach, this is your girlfriend you talk so much about huh?” the kid asks, and the heat rises immediately to your cheeks.

“Well, about that,” he starts, digging into his pocket and fishing a small black box out of his pocket.

“Y/N we have been together a while now, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life together with you… wanna get married?”

Tears well up in your eyes and you nod your head, managing to choke out a, “Yes,” between your happy sobs.

Hinata’s parents show up shortly after he finishes his hot cocoa, and once he is gone the two of you move to the bedroom to celebrate.

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#haikyuucreations #spritewrites #ukai fluff #fluff #ukai #haikyuu #haikyu #hq

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dysphorie · 4 years

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The Slipknot Incident

Anon, I’m an idiot and tunglr is a functioning website, so I lost your ask while trying to edit shit SO it was just easier to write this up. I doubt many people want to know, and I don’t blame them. It probably wouldn’t seem like a big deal to someone it didn’t happen to! And maybe I should just still be keeping it to myself, because who cares! Amirite? But no. I’ve decided that I want to write it all out for ME. So. Very long post ahead and I’m sorry about that but you need to know EVERYTHING for it all to really make sense.

So, flashback to 1999. I'm 15-turning 16. I have this boyfriend, kirk. He's obsessed with kurt cobain and everything grunge, and uses this to belittle the fact I like all kinds of music, particularly heavy stuff.

He was also an abusive cunt. Verbally and physically. Very controlling, HATED it if i went in the mosh pit (which I L O V E D, and glasgow moshpits are legendarily rough) because "that's not what girls do. And i know this is wrong, and he's wrong, and I shouldn’t put up with it, but I do! Cos I'm 16 and "in love"!

I also have two big sisters, one of which is...a handful. Very dramatic, very argumentative, and very good at getting people to take her side (steeeeeeff you've got to let her take xyz of your things, she has a baaaaaaaaybeee!) We get on amazingly NOW, but then not so much.

So, fastforward to Feb 2000. Slipknot are playing at glasgow barrowlands, my favourite venue ever, and slipknot were already my favourite band (s/t had hit, the world went wild). And I managed to get two tickets!! So kirk tells me in no uncertain terms that I've to give one to his little sister, nicky, who is a year younger than me. I'm like um ok sure, cos i hadn't planned who i was going with yet, my mum just got two tickets just in case. So I say i will, and that's that.

But oh no it isn’t. because my aforementioned sisters birthday is at the end of Feb! And my family are like, you’re giving her the other ticket, right? And no amount of no, I already promised it to Nicky would suffice. Because SHE’S YOUR SISTER AND SHE NEVER GETS TO DO ANYTHING COS SHE HAS A BAAAAAYBEEEEEEE. She didn’t, and doesn’t like Slipknot or either of the support act (Kittie and, thankfully, my good pals One Minute Silence who I’ve seen more times than I’ve had hot dinners)

So I explain this to Kirk, sitting in his room one day. He. Goes. B a l l i s t i c. I’ll miss the details but he explains that I WILL find a way for Nicky to go to this sold-out gig and, actually, him too while I’m at it. Because I have a reputation for being able to blag onto guest lists, it shouldn’t be too hard, right? So ofc I’m scared and promise I will.

The day or so before the gig, Slipknot did a signing in a Virgin Megastore that had recently opened. My friends and I were so excited, we were there from crazy early in the morning to get stuff signed (there ARE photos somewhere in the ether, who knows where, not me). But I’m also terrified Kirk’s gonna find out I’m there, cos he didn’t want me to go. That’s it. We had no idea what the band looked like yet so it wasn’t that kind of jealousy. But anyway...

The signing was great. Got my shit signed, Sid and Chris were weird assholes cos that was their schtick, Jim and Mick gave me the best cuddles, CRAIG SPOKE TO ME cos I have him a wee pin badge and he mumbled “No one ever gives me anything...”, and I gave Joey and Corey nailpolish. Joey looked terrified, Corey was incredibly thankful, and pulled me in for a hug. That he wouldn’t let me out of (not in a forceful way, just in a heeeeey lady let me hug on you for a while) and I’m like uh *panics in 16 not that he knows that cos tattoos and piercings and huuuuuuge boobs* and he says some very suggestive things and my friend said aye she’s into all that freaky shit too and I’m dying inside. Offers were made, I said uh lol maybe bye, and go home on cloud nine.

Until my friend who spoke to Corey tells Kirk what happened. Thankfully I wasn’t gonna see him until nearly door opening gig time, but the phonecall we had was...unpleasant.

So it’s the day of the gig, I go to Glasgow stupid early to meet the OMS boys and beg and plead for them to put Kirk and his sister on the guest list. And they do! Because I cry and tell them everything and I have to make their singer promise not to wait outside and beat him up. I could tell you what I was wearing: a deftones baseball ringer I lost my birginity in, baggies, and a powerpuff girls hoodie. My hair was blonde and green. I was wearing my favourite converse that Kirk hates because they were All-Stars, not One-Stars. And Corey wore All-Stars, was I wearing them because HE wore them?

My sister turns up before the doors open. I’m at the front of the queue cos I want to be down the front. My sister and Kirk are both like lol no, because YOU need to look after your sister (who is 24 to my 16 at this point) because she’s tiny and I go to more gigs, and Kirk doesn’t want me anywhere near the front or the pit. Doesn’t want me to corrupt his sister. But she begs me to take her in the pit for “Spit It Out” and I promise I will.

OMS are incredible, Kittie were ok, Talena tried to crowdsurf and got dropped. I turned around to talk to my sister about it and she was...gone. I checked the bar. Nothing. The toilets. Nada. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck we’re supposed to get the last train home together, I HAVE to find her. Slipknot come on. We’re standing up the back near the bar, and he has a deathgrip on my wrist so I don’t run off. Then I think I see my sister!! I beg to go to her, he lets me go, but I can’t find her, then I can’t find my way back to him. By the time I do, he accuses me of finding and kissing my friend Mark (my best friend who I’d actually recently fallen out with and hadn’t spoken to in months and only knew he was at the gig cos I saw him at the signing. I didn’t see him at the gig). I don’t find my sister.

Kirk decides it’s time to go, so literally drags us away. As we’re nearly out the crowd, “Spit It Out” starts, and I rip my arm away from him and grab his sister, tell him FUCK YOU, WE’RE DOING THIS. So we do. For about...a minute or so. Then something grips my right wrist so hard and so tight I thought it was going to crumble. I literally trip over my feet as he drags me back out the crowd and out of the ballroom.

Now the Barrowlands has a set of couches just outside the main hall, it’s a popular meeting place, so I pulled away again there and said NO, I have to wait for my sister, I’ll see him later, he can go home. Furiously he stomps away. So I sit and wait. And wait. And wait. The entire venue empties and my sister is nowhere to be seen. Turns out she left just as Slipknot started and went home, and yes I got in trouble for that despite the fact she fucked off. The venue staff need me to leave. I’ve missed the last train, I don’t know what I’m going to do. So I walk outside thinking maybe I’ll see a friend I can stay with.

And there’s Kirk and Nicky. Standing by their dad’s car. Hey come stay with me, I didn’t want to go til I knew you were ok, he says, sweet as pie. We get home, everyone goes to bed.

Where he put self-titled on repeat, very low on his stereo, and proceeded to do some of the most horrific things that have every happened to me in my life, over the course of basically the entire night. I’m going to stay non-specific, but if you can imagine it, it probably happened. Including yes, what you’re definitely thinking of now. And he told me it was all my fault. Because I was weak and couldn’t say no. Because I was a slut who’d catch something by fucking a guy in a band just to say I’d fucked someone in a band. That he’d make sure Corey wouldn’t want me if I ever met him again. That it was my fault for talking to another, older man. I was getting what I deserved. He plugged his big fancy headphones into the stereo and made me listen to my favourite tracks over and over and over during some of it, and I didn’t dare make a noise because if his parents found out, if anyone found out, he’d kill me. And I believed him, because he kept a bolt gun in his bedside drawer, liked to pretend he was going to shoot himself with it it upset me and make me beg him not to. He said he’d make me do it to myself maybe, to keep his hands clean. I believed every word.

I went home the next day packed with toilet tissue that I had to clench to keep in place because my underwear had been ripped, not that it mattered because it was covered in blood anyway. When I got home I got a bollocking and grounded because of the shit with my sister. She remembers none of it, but she’ll still insist it was probably my fault she left.

When I saw that Slipknot weren’t playing “Spit It Out” in January I literally cried tears of relief. It took me a long time to be able to listen to Slipknot again, and when I did I was made fun of for liking them, which made healing harder because I was just trying to reclaim this thing that had given me such comfort in the past. So I’ve always kinda kept my love of them to myself.

But when I hear “Spit It Out”, I feel his fingers close around my wrist. I feel the bones click and roll. And normally I can turn the song off if I’m having a bad day, but I couldn’t exactly do that live. That’s a huge part of why I feel me like, reclaiming Slipknot this past year was just...meant to happen. It was nearly 20 years to the day, I bought the tickets with MY money and was going MYSELF for MYSELF, they weren’t playing a song that I might have a fucking breakdown to. I met amazing people. I did EVERYTHING on MY terms.

Honestly I’ll never be healed of it. Duh. But I can talk about it now because I’ve had closure. I took back what was taken from me. Can’t make up for the missed gigs taken from me and the like but meh, that’s nothing compared to what it’s given me.

#long post #trigger warning: just fucking everything #the slipknot trauma story #don't lose

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han-shinsuke · 4 years

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s a c h i r o h i r u g a m i x L u n a

Ⓝ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓣ︎ Ⓢ︎Ⓤ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓣ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓑ︎Ⓛ︎Ⓔ︎ Ⓕ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓡ︎ Ⓨ︎Ⓞ︎Ⓤ︎Ⓝ︎Ⓖ︎ Ⓡ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓐ︎Ⓓ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓡ︎Ⓢ︎

🔞🔞🌼🌼⚠️⚠️

“ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ”—the light, the heat.

🍁🍁🍁

“When will you stop?” Sachiro’s frequent question every time I dropped by in his unit. Instead of answering, I would just gave him my usual smile as I starts arranging his essentials in the cupboard. He develops this kind of habit after he lost his girlfriend and their two dogs in a car accident two years ago. Sachiro would question the actions he thinks inappropriate and useless. He’d also question his existence and why it was only him who survived the fatal car crash.

Sachiro stands on his feet and picks up the remote control of his theater television, “you should stop coming here, Luna, I am not your obligation.” He says as he turned off the t.v.

It was his habitual manner, driving away those who cares for him, shutting down every help that tries to sneak in his life.

“Once you get better, Hiro, you won't see this face anymore.” I was smiling wide when I told him the same answer I keep telling him but, deep down in my heart, I was crying.

I put the last can of processed meat on top of his other canned goods and closed the glass lead of the storage.

“I won’t get better, Luna, I’m a hopeless case.”

“No. You will, soon.”

“There are situations and people that love could not cure, Luna, why can’t you accept that fact?”

“Because it was love that saved you! Her love for you that I’d never be able to surpass! She saved you, Hiro! It's your dead girlfriend who sacrificed her life for you to live so, please, Hiro, value the life she willingly surrendered just for you.”

I turned my head immediately when my voice broke. I'm in haste of preventing more tears to come out from my eyes.

“Luna...” I did not respond to his call. I took few steps away from him and breathe out some heavy air. Calm down. Calm down. I keep telling myself.

“Excuse me, Sachiro, I need to bring your soiled clothes to the laundry station.”

I walked pass him once I finished gathering his clothes and my things. Even if he doesn’t want it, I would still help him and I will keep coming back.

“Drive safely,” I heard him uttered before the door shut closed.

🍁🍁🍁

The next day, I received a text from him asking if I could stay in his unit tonight. My lips pouted as I started typing my reply. Was it really him that wanted me to come over and spend a night in his home? That's new!

“Greatest martyr of this generation, Luna, Sachiro's fxck buddy!” I almost slap my officemate when she peek on my phone and teases me.

“Got problem with that, Olivia? Gosh! You're so loud!” I pressed the send button and put back the phone inside my drawer.

“I just can't believe you, Luna. You could date other men so why are you sticking with someone who can't even see your worth and efforts? You've been his friend since high school and from that point of your life, how come he didn't notice your feelings for him? Gosh! Good thing I never had a guy best friend and I'm not in your shoes, I can't imagine myself falling in love with a man like that!”

Me, too, Olivia. I never thought I would chase after the immovable, Sachiro Hirugami.

🍁🍁🍁

“hmmm...” I was gripping hard on the backrest of the couch while my core is being penetrated by Sachiro's member. I can't remember how or when we started. All I know is, I am loving every touch and kisses on my skin. His strength is dominating my small body. Giving cues and instructions of what I should do to return the pleasures he's letting me to feel freely.

“Gosh, Sachiro! Your moving so fast aahh~” I lost count of the times I had been calling his name since we started. My legs are shaking from being sprawled wide while he pounds me from behind. He was groaning and breathing heavily as he slams his shaft deep and hard into me, the head of his thing hitting the perfect spot.

“Fxck! Fxck! You're so hot inside aaaahh! Aaaahh!” I buried my head deeper against the softness of the couch. He's growing bigger inside me and I can't help but let out a mewl sound of pleasure.

Sachiro keeps slamming his hips against my buttocks. The slapping sounds of skin against skin are getting louder by each seconds. I thought he'd be contented with just thrusting in and out inside me but Sachiro squeezes my breasts harder. I winced from pain and for a moment, I wanted him to stop. Using my left hand, I tried prying his squeezing fingers on my nipple but Sachiro hastily pulls out his cxck from my cunt and without a warning, slams it inside my tight anusxx. A strange cold enveloped my body and little by little, a burning sensation started to follow. That's when I have realized that all the hot nights we've shared together, this was the first time Sachiro have had invaded another hole of my body.

“Sac–Sachiro don’t move aaahhh yet pleasee~” I was crying already before I could even realized it. We've never done analx before! Sachiro pulls out and slams in continuously, not minding how my body shakes from the burning pain.

“You’re aaahhh squeezing me hard aaahhh!” I cannot control this part of my body. I just feel pain and only pain. I can feel it too. My muscles clenching his pumping cxck.

Sachiro continues giving me heavy thrusts in spite of my cries and pleads to slow his pace.

“Sachiro pleaseee aahhh~ I–I can’t take more aaahh!” I yelped when he spanked my hips thrice and then groped my butt cheeks harder than the spanks he had given me.

My body dropped on the ledge of the couch’ backrest, my hands swinging with my body due to his heavy thrusts. I caught a glimpse of my frail situation from the glass door of his balcony. Never in my life I thought I would ended up being his slxt. I’m his best friend. His companion. His trusted ally. How did we end up here? With all my remaining strengths, I managed to withdraw his cxck from my butt and pushed him away while hiding my nakedness under his shirt I picked up from the side.

“Let’s stop!” I cried, hand slapping his hands when he tries snatching my body.

I looked down at his erection and it's still hard and pulsating at the same time. Sachiro stares down at me with his darkened aura. He's really intimidating.

“I’m close, Luna...” his voice rings like a growl, “Be a good girl and spread wide for me.”

When I’m about to snap at him, Sachiro snatches his shirt from my tight hold and pulls my right ankle while pushing me down the couch as he spread and bend my legs wide. My mouth parted when he dips his cxckhead on my entrance and shoves it deep.

I writhed from the suddenness of his actions and all I could do is bite down on the skin of Sachiro's broad shoulder as he starts pumping roughly.

My head tilts to every direction when he started kissing and licking my neck.

“Sachirooo~ I’m aahhh fertile... You can’t cum inside me aaahhh~” I positioned my palms on his biceps, ready to push him if he shows any signs of retracting his thing out from my cxnt.

“Fxck! I'll cum inside you, Luna aaahh! I don’t fxcking care if you're fertile or not aaahh!”

My eyes widened at his words. I started to panic when his thing throbs inside me. That's the signal! He's about to shoot all of his loads inside me!

“Aaahnnggh Noo, Sa–Sachirooo! Gosh! Don’t cum inside me aaahh! Fxck wait! Shxt!”

Sachiro pins my both hands on top of my head, restricting my will to fight.

“Lemme fill you up with my seeds, Luna hnnggghh~” And just like that, I'm shaking my head in disapproval. My body also shakes from his fast and deep thrusts. I'm nearing my climax and Sachiro won't even let me to get away.

I just lay on the couch with my trembling legs. Sachiro on top, pumping even better. Moments later, I can feel his warm loads shooting inside me, filling me up until it drips down from my core.

“You really can’t take all my seeds huh? Look, Luna, our juice overflows from your pinkish pusxy hmm~”

I didn't speak. I just lay underneath him, his weight still perched on my small frame, staringg blankly at the ceiling as I breathe heavily. I feel his fingers gliding under my chin and when he lifted my face, Sachiro rewarded my lips with soft and slow kisses. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, allowing his poking tongue to explore my insides.

.......................

“Sachiro.” I called his name softly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, his head laying above my lap.

I was sitting on his bed while he lays there, eyes closed. It's already two in the morning and we just finished pleasuring each other.

“Want me to sing a song?” I asked, smiling.

Sachiro nods his head and that serves as my cue to proceed.

• All For You

Artists: The Light The Heat

—song starts here— f l a s h b a c k s

You're the one I've waited all my life for

You're the one I'd lose it all and die for

And as the sun transforms into the moon

I pray we'd never lose the fire of our youth

—c o l l e g e d a y s—

Sachiro: Luna! I have a crush!

Luna: It's me, I know! I'm beautiful enough to be your crush.

Sachiro: so much confidence my friend! It isn't you. It's Janna of science department.

Luna: Tsk! What do you want me to do? Build you a bridge?

Sachiro: If that's possible? Why not?

I know I'll never stop chasing your heart

My love is yours to hold

Through every high and every low

Our love will only grow

And I'll be here when the sun sets

And I'll be here till our final breath

My love is all for you

—g r a d u a t i o n—

Luna: Congratulations, my friend!

Sachiro: Thank you, Luna!

Luna: Let's celebrate in your parents’ house, Hiro! I'm missing tita’s spaghetti bolognese.

Sachiro: Uh, I can't, Luna, I have a date with Janna.

Luna: What? You promised me, Hiro! You told me we would celebrate together!

Sachiro: We could do it tomorrow, Luna. Bye! See you tomorrow!

—e n d o f f l a s h b a c k s—

In the darkness, our love shines the brightest

When it's hardest, it won't paralyze us

When it feels like we have lost our way

We may bend, but darlin', we will never break

How long? I asked myself over and over again. How long do I have to endure all the pain? Why can't you see me the way I wanted you to, Sachiro? When will you realize that I keep loving you from the very beginning of our existence? We laughed together. We cried together. We succeeded together. But in the end, it isn't't me you want to spend your lifetime with. It would never be me.

Even as we wait for time to heal the broken parts

Our light will find a way where hope is dim and skies are blurry

Take my hand, and we will feel the wind upon our shoulders

Together, we are stronger

I’m sorry, Sachiro. I know you'll never forgive me after this but it's for your own sake. I would never let you destroy your life. You need help. You need shelter. And those I cannot provide alone.

I know I'll never stop chasing your heart

My love is yours to hold

I dialled a number in my phone. It took me months to think about this thoroughly and now I have decided to finally do it.

My love is all for you

It's all for you....

“He–ello? This is Luna, please ta–take him with you.”

I planted a soft kiss on his forehead, tears pouring heavily from my eyes. Sachiro smiles then open his eyes.

“Thank you, Luna. Thank you for not leaving me,” He whispers while wiping the tears away from my face.

🌼🌼🌼

Seven Years Later

Location: Talinn, Estonia

( mutter means mama/mother in german language)

( Meine Geliebte – My love )

“Mutter, Luna! Mutter, Luna!” I heard my son's voice yelling from outside. I almost dropped the plate I am wiping dry because of the tone he uses. It's so urgent and alarming.

I ran outside and I saw my son, biting his lip and I think he's about to cry.

“What is it, Vin?” I asked, eyes scanning our neighborhood, “where’s your sister? Where's Hedy?”

My son wraps his small arms around my waist and buries his face, “a woman took her, mutter!” he says, sobbing.

“Ssshh, stop crying, Vin, we'll find your twin.”

.......

I'm driving my audi as carefully as I could on the snowy road of Talinn, eyes looking at every corner and establishments I passed by in hope of finding my daughter and her abductor. I glanced on the mounted phone near the steering wheel and the tracker shows she's nearby but currently moving around a specific place in the town. My son's still sobbing from the backseat and I can't think of a better solution to calm him. Good thing I bought them a paired necklace with built-in gps in it. Almost eighty percent of youngsters are wearing the same thing as them to decrease the number of children's kidnap cases all over the world.

“Mutter, what's going on there?” Vin points a finger on the Russalka Memorial, wherein the sculpture of an Angel holding an orthodox cross, erected. A number of people starts to gather there. Out of curiosity, I stopped the car and climbed down the car with my son. Hedy might be there! I thought.

Few more steps and I'm close to the flock of crowds wandering around the bronze monument.

But, out of nowhere, the song I sung seven years ago, started playing all over the place of Kadriorg, Talinn. I stood on my spot, frozen. Heart pounding loudly. Then the crowd opens up, giving way through to the monument. There, I found my daughter giggling while the man I keep praying for to heal up until now is giving his own child a piggy back ride while being accompanied by a dog.

“That’s her, mutter! She's the one who had taken away my sister!” Vin exclaimed then run towards his sister.

Sachiro! I broke down in heavy tears, shoulders shaking as I cried loudly at where I stand. Alisa Haiba, one of our college friend is taking pictures of my daughter and her Dad.

Alisa hands Vin a chocolate and do a finger heart sign. She holds my son's hand and taps Sachiro's back, pointing my direction. Sachiro stops playing with Hedy. He put her down carefully and smiled at me.

Sachiro whispers something at Alisa and the latter nodded her head as a response. He, then, walks towards me. I took steps backwards and think of running but he caged me in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Sachiro! I’m so sorry for sending you in rehab! I’m so sorry for being so selfish!” I never cried so hard in my life. It hurts seeing him here but at the same time, I’m so glad that he's here, looking so fine and healthy.

Sachiro cups my face and adhere our foreheads. He breathes in my scent and I did the same. I missed him so bad!

“Ssshh, I understand, Luna. I should be the one asking for your forgiveness. You bears so much pain alone. A bad man don't deserve an angel like you. You keep saving me even if it's your reputation is at stake. I’m sorry, Luna, sorry for causing you so much pain.”

“I love you, Sachiro! I'll forever do!” I hug him tightly, afraid of losing him again. Sachiro hug me with same intensity and later on he did something unexpected.

Sachiro kneels in front of me, grinning and crying at the same time.

“Will you let me in again in your life, Meine Geliebte?” Sachiro pulls out a ring-sized handcuffs made of gold and adorned with tiny diamonds. He locks our ring fingers between the ring and says, “thank you for saving me, Luna, let me protect you and our children this time.”

🍁🍁🍁🍁

#sachiro x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #imagines #love #smut #sachiro hirugami

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years

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fluff alphabet - polo benevant

A = Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

Polo loves your eyes - the colour, size and how perfectly the fit on your face. He adores how they shine in sunlight. They say “eyes are the mirror of the soul” and he’s never thought that to be true until he's met you. You like his smile and how he can brighten any room if he so chooses.

B = Baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)

Definitely someday. He already thinks of you as a family and a baby would only enhance to the love you share. Plus he thinks you’d be a great parent.

C = Cuddle (how do they cuddle?)

He’s the little spoon. Polo feels safe in your arms, he likes how perfectly they fit around him and how warm your embrace feels. He enjoys when you trail soft kisses down his back or play gently with his hair.

D = Dates (what are dates with them like?)

Any date Polo plans is definitely extravagant and well expensive. He thinks you deserve the best because in his eyes you yourself are the best. Polo loves to spoil you, he showers you with gifts and flowers every chance he gets.

E = Everything (“you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…))

“You are my meaning in life.” He whispers softly in your ear every night before the two of you drift asleep.

F = Feelings (when did they know they were falling in love?)

Polo knew pretty early on into your relationship that he would one day fall in love with you. He could only hope that you’d feel the same way.

G = Gentle (are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s gentle when he wants to be, if he wants to be. He lavishes you with affection, holds your hand in public and kisses your forehand every chance he gets, but his personality can also be quite rough. Especially in bed.

H = Hand/Hold (how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?)

Polo would glue your hands together if he could. He loves the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his as you walk down the school hallways.

I = Impression (first impression/s)

You thought he was very stuck-up and arrogant at first - another narcissistic rich boy. It’s safe to say you didn't like him for quite some time and he tried everything he could to change your mind, which sometimes did more harm than good. He thought you were very mysterious. You only opened yourself up to a select few and Polo desperately wanted to be one of those people.

J = Joker (are they into pulling pranks?)

He’s very humorous but he wouldn't be into practical jokes or pranks.

K = Kisses (how do they kiss?)

Passionately, as if it was the last time he was to ever taste your lips and be this close to you. His hands hold your cheeks pulling you in that inch closer, his breathing heightens for a moment as his mind races and his heart flutters in his chest.

L = Love (who says I love you first?)

He does, actually he mumbles it. The two of you were studying in your bedroom and you said something witty which made him laugh uncontrollably. His laughter made you laugh and in that moment he knew how lucky he was to have you in his life. “God I love you.” Polo mumbled, thinking you didn't hear. “What?” You asked flustered. Your eyes met. Polo’s mind raced trying to think of what to say next, his cheeks were flushed red. “I-I-” He tried but nothing came out. You sighed and placed one hand on your chest were your heart is. “You love me?” You enquired. All he could do was nod. The smile on your face grew wider. “I love you too.”

M = Memory (their favourite moment together)

One of your favourite memories together would probably be when you went to a karaoke bar with your friends. All of you were feeling quite tipsy at a certain stage of the night and it was Polo’s turn to get up and sing, which he done with his head held high. Neither of you can’t remember the song he chose but it doesn't matter as he never got around to singing it. Instead he drunkenly repeated how much he loved you into the microphone for the duration of the track.

N = Nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)

Polo spoils you all the time. Gifts, chocolates, flowers, dinner dates, crazy trips abroad, tickets to concerts and other shows. Anything you show a slight interest in, he’ll get it for you.

O = Orange (what colour reminds them of their other half?)

The colour indigo reminds him of you. It is the colour of deep end of oceans - calm yet dangerous. Even after all the time you’ve been together, Polo still thinks you're a mystery and with every day you surprise him more and more.

P = Pet names (what pet names do they use?)

The two of you have tried a couple of pet names throughout your relationship but nothing ever stuck.

Q = Questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)

If you’re okay, if you’re happy, if you need anything.

R = Rainy Day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Recently, one of your favourite activities to do on a rainy day is to swim in his pool. There is nothing like the feeling of the cold droplets hitting your bare skin and the light breeze sending shivers all through your body yet you’re already in water and you don't feel cold at all.

S = Sad (how do they cheer themselves/each other up)

Watching an endless amount of bad movies usually does the trick. You’d be cuddled up on the bed with a fluffy blanket covering your legs, bags of snacks thrown around the place and a bottle of expensive wine on the bedside table.

T = Talking (what do they love to talk about?)

Everything. There is yet a conversation to be had with Polo that turned boring. He’s very wise for his age and has a lot of interests, so do you. The two of you could spend hours blabbering about something that seems very insignificant to an outsider.

U = Unencumbered (what helps them relax?)

Polo likes when you gently scratch his back.

V = Vaunt (what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

You most of all. Every chance he gets Polo loves to show to the world how lucky he got.

W = Wedding (when, how, where do they propose?)

Although you’ve talked about your future, you’re not quite there yet and neither is he. If he were to propose however he’d probably whisk you away to an exotic location for an amazing two week all-inclusive holiday. One of the evenings, when you'd least expect it, he'd get down on one knee and ask you to be his forever.

X = Xylophone (what’s their song?)

Lo Que Siento by Cuco. It’s the song that played at one of the first parties you went to together, not even close friends back then. He asked you to dance and to his surprise you said yes. Now the song is a reminder of how far the two of you have come.

Y = You’re the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

“You’re everything!” Polo exclaimed throwing his arms in the air. “You are- You’re-” “If you say something stupid like you’re the Coco to my Chanel I swear I will walk out that door.” You joked and he laughed. “That’s exactly what you are.” He replied before kissing your lips.

Z = Zebra (if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

The two of you would probably adopt a dog together, most likely one from a shelter looking for a better home.

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fuyupeach · 5 years

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scenario/headcannon in which tanjiro and inosuke catch s/o (but not really b/c they haven’t met yet) using her singing power alone at a lake after a mission. s/o’s powers/fighting technique is based off of song, in which with each song she can use the base elements to her advantage. so far she has only mastered water and air. the song she’ll be singing is from ep.19 (it’s so beautiful i couldn’t help it) here. i’m very new to the series so if things aren’t as accurate my apologies!! ;;

kamado tanjirou

Tanjirou is on his way back to the butterfly estate after another mission, Nezuko sleeping peacefully as the afternoon begins to fade into night. There is a small forest with a lake he crosses every time he comes this way to get to the estate, the water always glittering beautifully with the aid of the warm sunlight.

Only this time, you are there, an unknown stranger, eyes lidded as you kneel along the line that separates land from water. Your sword remains sheathed as it lays in your palms facing upward, taking a deep breath before you begin to sing.

Close your eyes and remember // that passing voice

I can't go back, I can't return home // Engulfed by deep darkness

With each word you slowly rise, now gripping your sword as you begin to rotate it around you, your moves now beginning to resemble to slow movement of tides brushing the shore.

I can’t go back, I can't return home // Engulfed by deep darkness

A gentle sound // that makes you cry

You begin to walk on the water, dancing as you go, still rotating your sheathed sword around you. Tanjirou is left entranced as he continues to watch you from a distance, your dance almost reminding him of his father’s. Your voice is beautiful, the sadness in your voice choking him up a bit.

No matter how painful it is,

You begin to rise, your dance becoming stronger, more intense, water swirling around you as you leap.

Move forward // Move forward // Continue on!

Cut off the despair!

You unsheath your sword and spin, water spraying in a fan around you, matching the same breakthrough as your voice, strength and resistance flowing from you.

Tanjirou is entranced as the water perfectly frames your dancing figure, the light from the setting sun making you look like a god, not a single strand of hair out of place, your eyes almost glowing. Unknown to him, his face had become flushed, mouth left slightly agape.

Your smell was full of too many complex emotions for him to pinpoint at once, his heart becoming full with the words you sung. He stays that way until you reach the ground again, not a sound made as you land. You falter as you finally notice him, sword being sheathed with a snap.

“Is there something you need?” you ask in a soft voice as you walk closer, recognizing he was also apart of the Demon Hunter Corps.

Tanjirou is snapped out of his trance as he looks at you, closely this time, your blue and purple robe seemingly perfect for you, the purple turning into a blue gradient at the bottom with waves on the corners.

“You have a beautiful voice!!” he exclaims, the blush on his cheeks having faded a bit but still noticeable to you. “Your technique is amazing.”

You now also blush a bit, his smile causing your heart to skip, the sunset behind him creating a halo behind his burgundy hair. He seemed as though he was the sun itself as he beamed at you. You had been praised on your technique before, but no one had ever called your voice beautiful.

“Thank you,” you smile back, unable to not return at least a bit of a fraction of the smile he was giving you. “You may meet me again if you’d like.” You say a bit shyly. You wanted to see him again. “I can sing something for you.” Your smile widens a bit, blush still burning your cheeks.

“Sure!” Tanjirou agrees readily. He also wanted to see you again, though he was currently oblivious as to why. “I bet Nezuko would love it too!”

“Great!” you smile once more.

hashibara inosuke

Inosuke had been training with Zenitsu and Tanjirou by the butterfly estate, but had eventually went charging (literally) off on his own, claiming the trees in the area where he was weren’t hard enough anymore.

He continued charging, not stopping until had reached a small forest, the trees taking on a crescent moon shape opposite a lake. Inosuke was going to proceed crashing into another tree, stopping abruptly as he heard your voice.

What the hell were you doing? He wondered as he scrutinized you through his mask, your movements and song completely unknown to him.

Be prepared for // the alternative fate

Even if you hit rock bottom, // only seeing a thin thread

A gentle sound // that makes you cry

Your words bring a strange twist to his chest, and for once, Inosuke has been completely silenced, entranced and curious by you. Memories of Tanjirou, of the old lady at the Wisteria Inn flood his mind, a surge of emotion along with it. He is so confused he wants to outburst and ask why he’s feeling this way, but he can’t bring himself to speak until you have finished.

No matter how painful it is

Move forward! // Move forward! // Here it comes!

Cut off the despair!

You rise with the water, waves and flurries of water vortexes forming under each step you take as you spin, your sword still sheathed and held between your hands. Your voice grows stronger as you continue to rise, in your own world as you sing the sorrow your voice carries away.

Even if it hurts, // Even if it hurts,

You always have to stand up

No matter how beaten you are, // there is always something to protect

You land just as softly on the grass as the ripples of water you leave behind as the vortexes fade back into the lake, returning to its unmoving state few moments later. You look up to see a man with a boar head mask, jumping in surprise as your hand goes to your sheathed sword.

“Who are you?” you question him, voice soft yet authoritative.

Inosuke smirks underneath his mask, snapped out of his trance as he poses and jabs a thumb at himself. “Hashibira Inosuke! Don’t you forget it!!”

He gets closer to you without warning. “What were you doing? And why did it make me feel that way??”

Your eyes widen slightly. “Um… I was singing. I couldn’t tell you how it made you feel. They are your emotions after all.”

“Teach me! I know this’ll help me become stronger than Kochuro!!”

Kochuro? You tilt your head, scrutinizing the boy. He didn’t seem to be a real threat. If you looked close enough, it seemed as though he was wearing the Demon Hunter Corps.’s trousers. He was brash, but again, you did not sense any ill intent towards you from him. Well, why not? You figured.

“I said, teach me--”

“Sure.” Inosuke fist bumps into the air, very pleased if the aura around him was any indication. Cute. “But you have to have that mask off when I sing to you or train you, whatever.”

Inosuke cackles out a laugh, ripping off his mask. You’re taken aback by his fair face and long eyelashes that framed beautiful green eyes. His hair flowed and framed his face nicely. You could swear your heart skipped a beat.

“Whatever!” He yells. “Let’s get started already!” You sigh, getting ready to take a seat underneath the daytime sky. There goes your tea break, you sigh again, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. It was the first time anyone besides your family had been genuinely interested in your singing.

#kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba scenarios #kamado tanjirou x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #hashibira inosuke x reader #kamado tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #inosuke hashibara #hashibara inosuke

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mizutoyama · 4 years

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Angst Alphabet

Thanks @unfortunate-arrow for the tag!

I tag @aleksia-aries-hogwartsmystery @mira-shard @samshogwarts @that-ravenpuff-witch & whoever wants to do it and hasn’t been tagged yet.

A- Accident (Would they blame themselves if their s/o died or got into an accident?)

Depends on the situation. If it was related to the vault, both Alice and Charlie would blame themselves if their s/o died or got into an accident, though for different reasons.

Alice would blame herself because she dragged Charlie into that mess. Charlie would blame himself because he didn’t prevent Alice from doing whatever dangerous thing she did because he trusted her.

If it wasn’t related to the Vaults but to something linked to them, they would blame themselves. If it wasn’t related to something they are involved in, it depends. If Alice died doing her job as Curse-Breaker, Charlie would maybe blame himself a little, thinking that if he had pushed her a little toward taking the healer trainee position at the dragon reserve, she would still be fine. But if she got into an accident just doing her daily activities (shopping, walking around town, etc.), he’d be crushed, but wouldn’t blame himself. In Alice’s case, if it was either because of his job as a dragonologist or just while doing normal things, she wouldn’t blame herself, but she’d be devastated.

B- Bad Habits (What are some things that make their s/o mad, or irritated?)

One thing that annoys Alice, but she manages to hide it, is when Charlie suggests dragons as a solution to something where clearly dragons are NOT the answer, like when he suggested the use of dragons regarding the final vault that is probably in the lake.

For Charlie, what irritates him a little is Alice’s tendency to basically go looking for trouble. (Says the guy who goes in the forest looking for dragons…) He trusts her ability to defend herself, but he wished she would at least tell him what she’s planning. He doesn’t need her protection, he wants to stand by her side.

C- Crying (What would make them cry?)

Alice basically cries when she has an overflow of certain emotions. Too stressed? Cries. Too sad? Cries. Too angry/frustrated? Cries. (This means that any events creating those overflows will make her cry.) (Also certain songs and movie scenes can make her cry…)

For Charlie, if anything horrible happened to his family, Alice, and his friends.

D- Death (How do they react to their s/o's death?)

So many variables possible…

If they witnessed the other one’s death, I think they would cradle their loved one’s body, refusing to let go, refusing to accept the other is dead. I think that scene would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

If they were told of the other one’s death, Charlie would probably need to sit down and just remain in a state of shock for sometime, hoping someone will tell him it’s a joke or that Alice will walk through the door. Alice would faint, and spend the next days in bed, either sleeping or crying.

In either cases, they would go after whoever is responsible for the death (unless it was an accident). Charlie would probably cremate the murderer using a dragon. Alice would use all the curses (except the unforgivables) she knows on the murderer. After that, they would throw themselves in their work.

E- Emotion (what emotion do they tend to push away the most?)

For Alice, she pushes nearly all away (stiff upper lip…), the ones she pushes away the most are sadness and discouragement.

For Charlie… That’s harder. He doesn’t seem like someone who hides that many emotions. His feelings for Alice at the beginning… Maybe he tempers his excitement when it comes to dragons because he knows most don’t share his enthusiasm for them?

F- Fear (What is their biggest fear?)

Alice’s biggest fear is that everyone she cares about will suddenly disappear or turn their back on her. (Thanks, Jacob…)

For Charlie, I think while most people would expect his biggest fear to be dragon-related, I believe his biggest fear is most likely related to his family, something along the lines of them being dead or gone. (Remember when Fred & George went missing?)

G- Guilt (What's the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

For Charlie, breaking up with Alice so she would take the MACUSA offer instead of the one from the Dragon Reserve in Romania. When Andre told him she was going to take the MACUSA offer anyway and ask him to have a long-distance relationship, he wanted to hit himself and find a time-turner to go back in time.

For Alice, in regards to her relationship with Charlie, maybe the fact that she discussed MACUSA’s offer and what she was planning to do with Andre before discussing it with Charlie? (Dragon Boy overheard part of that conversation, hence the breakup… though other things led to the breakup.) Something else she feels guilty about is dating another one of her friends after her breakup with Charlie, because she knows she won’t ever love him like he loves her. (They didn’t start dating straight away and he went after her.)

H- Heartbreak (What would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break up?)

The thing that causes pain in their relationship is the fact they keep worrying about the other’s safety. Charlie can’t help but feel worried when Alice goes after a new vault, and Alice worries when Charlie follows her, as she would never forgive herself if anything happened. (It gets better in adulthood, their time apart allowing them to grow.)

Neither of them dealt really well with the breakup. Charlie regretted it as soon as he did it, Andre’s revelation exacerbating his guilt. As for Alice, she managed to maintain her cool in front of Charlie, but broke down the minute she was in her dorm. She cried during the train ride, to the point of falling asleep. Once home, she basically locked herself in her room. At some point, she decided to go clubbing to just forget about everything, but all it achieved is her friends worrying about her and her not feeling any different. That’s when one of her friends tell her how he feels about her, and they start seeing each other casually.

I- Injured (How do they handle themselves/each other when injured?)

They would take care of the other. (Finally! A short answer!)

J- Jittery (What part of their past makes them flinch or even worked up?)

For Alice, the Vaults and her brother’s disappearance.

For Charlie, what happened in the portrait vault and, later on, his break up with Alice.

K- Kill (Would they kill for revenge?)

Depends on the revenge, but if it’s to avenge someone’s death, definitely. Neither would use an unforgivable curse. Charlie would choose cremation by dragon, while Alice would probably use all the curse she knows to make her target suffer.

L- Lie (What's their tell for lying? How do they feel about lying to their s/o?)

Alice looks away when she lies, while Charlie fidgets with his hands.

As for lying to each other, neither feels great about it. Alice probably does it more often than Charlie, as she doesn’t always want him to follow her in her vault adventures to protect him.

M- Mistakes (How much do they want to fix the mistakes of their past?)

Well, if you read all the previous letters, you probably have figured out that Charlie would like to fix his mistake of breaking up with Alice. Except for that, I think he’s rather okay with learning from the mistakes in his past.

As for Alice, while she’s also more the kind to learn from her mistakes, the one thing she wish she could fix from the past is Rowan’s death.

N- Nightmare (How often do they have nightmares? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

Charlie doesn’t often have nightmares, perhaps a bit more after the portrait vault’s event.

Alice, on the other hand, has had nightmares nearly every nights, thanks to her brother’s disappearance and the vaults. After finding her brother in the portrait vault, her nightmares don’t happen as often. The presence of some people also seem to calm her enough that she doesn’t have nightmares.

O- Outrage (What makes them angry?)

For Alice, bullies and injustice.

For Charlie, feeling powerless and probably also injustice? (Hello cliché!)

P- Pressure (What stresses them out to their breaking point?)

For Alice the responsibility of the vaults.

For Charlie, worrying about his little brothers (mostly Fred & George)

Q- Questions (Do they question their romantic ability)

All the time.

R- Rejection (How would they handle rejection?)

Romantic rejection, I think it would sting, but they would get over it since you can’t force someone to love you.

Rejection in other areas would probably hurt for a longer time, especially if it involved a lot of work prior to the rejection.

S- Scars (Battle or Self-inflicted)

One is a curse-breaker since basically the age of 11 and the other works with dragons. Of course they have scars, but none are self-inflicted.

T- Time (How would they react when finding out their s/o had limited time left to live?)

They would spend all that time with them, and try to create as many memories as possible.

U- Urge (How badly do they get the urge to see s/o after separating?)

Here I’m going to assume is when they are apart and not actually broken up. I’d say they don’t always need to be next to each other. The urge would appear if they saw their s/o talking to someone they see as potential competition.

V- Vent (How do they get rid of feelings they find unnecessary?)

Alice finds a place where she can be alone and lets it all out.

I imagine Charlie just grabbing a broom (or a dragon when he’s an adult) and flying around.

W- Wildcard (Random Headcanon)

After Charlie tells Alice why he really broke up with her, Alice will quickly realize that she still loves him, but won’t break up with the person she’s seeing at the time as she cares about that person and doesn’t want to hurt him.

X- X-ray (How readable are they? Can they see their s/o's emotions easily?)

Alice has basically no poker face, especially for people close to her. So Charlie can easily read her emotions, except when he suggested dragons to help with the final vault. He was too excited by his own idea to notice Alice’s face which clearly read as “are you for real?!”.

Alice isn’t as good as reading Charlie’s emotion, but not because he has a poker face, though I imagine he’s less readable than Alice. I think she can be so into her own head to figure out how to solve the current problem, she won’t notice the small emotional cues in Charlie’s face.

Y- Yearn (What do they want but can't have?)

Charlie: Get back with Alice after their break up.

Alice: Get back with Charlie after he tells her why he broke up with her.

Z- Zero (How do they spend their last moments with their s/o?)

In each other’s arms. (Let’s embrace the cliché.)

#thanks for the tag!#charlie weasley x alice beaumont #Charlie x Alice #otp angst alphabet #angst alphabet #hphm otp #hogwarts mystery

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izuocha-love · 5 years

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After the Party

Hello everyone! In honor of the christmas chapter yesterday I decided to write a cute little izuocha one shot!

Get ready for some tooth rotting fluff!

Snow continued to pour down gracefully upon UA's campus grounds, a festive cozy atmosphere still lingering throughout the halls of the dorms this Christmas eve.

Class 1-A's Christmas party had just ended. Tables were being cleaned, leftovers put away, and torn present wrappings strewn about the floor were being picked up.

Izuku was currently one of their many classmates helping in the cleaning process. Quickly picking up whatever bits he could find to be thrown away later.

The party was wonderful. Everyone donned santa outfits and handed out their secret santa gifts. Well...Everyone except Kacchan of course, but Mina and Kaminari somehow managed to get the thing on him, sleeves and all, to everyone's amazement.

He was in a better mood than he let on. Otherwise, he would've torn the outfit to shreds.

Some of his classmates even handed out presents to the whole class. Such as Yaoyarozu giving everyone expensive jewelry and Aoyama handing out his portrait, saying he had plenty to spare since he'd printed far too many of them. Even Eri went about giving everyone little bags of Halloween candy and saying "Happy Hanukkah ."

Then there were others close to one another that gifted each other personal gifts. Jirou giving Yaoyarozu a new tea set, Tokoyami gave Shoji a bunch of throwing knives, Tsuyu gave Uraraka-san a Kirby blanket.

"Uraraka-san.." Izuku thought, her name seeming to halt his thought process.

He'd remembered how they'd received each other's secret santa gifts. She had gotten his All Might charm, and he received a bag of Mochi chips from her. He was a flustered mess at receiving such a holy relic.

Sure, it was nothing inherently special. Just a bag of Mochi chips, but it was a present from her. That's what made it special, at least in his eyes. She didn't have very much money, as most money she managed to make from interning was always sent back home to her parents. She kept very little of it for herself.

Izuku allowed his mind to settle on her as he cleaned, a slight pink dusting his freckled cheeks.

He'd begun to shovel the last of the present wrappings into a trash bag when he caught his present out of the corner of his eye.

"Maybe I should go ahead and try some.." Izuku thought, trailing his way over to the bag that sat on the common room table. Todoroki, Kacchan and himself would be leaving soon to intern under Endeavor. He wasn't entirely certain when he'd be back, so he might as well enjoy some before their departure.

Izuku picked up the bag, carefully reading the front of the bag. They were her favorite flavor, mochi chips with a crunchy exterior and a strawberry mochi filling.

Izuku opening the bag, tearing the side a bit to his dismay but grabbed a small handful and popped them into his mouth. Chewing slowly as to savor every bit of the savory, sweet flavor. He felt tears sting at his eyes and a goofy grin form on his face as he chewed, relishing in the joy he felt from eating some of the gift he'd received from her. He chewed until there was nothing left to chew at anymore and swallowed.

He was so grateful to have met her. She was the first person to believe in him wholeheartedly after All Might. She always did her best and trained as hard as she could to become the hero she wanted to be so she could help out her parents.

Not only that but she was so kind and helpful to those around her. She radiated with positivity, even in some of the most dire situations. Something that rarely any of their classmates could manage to do. She was smart, helpful, bubbly and calm and collected when the situation called for it.

And she was also, really, really pretty.

Izuku gulped, a crimson tone settling on his cheeks once more that day. He recalled just how cute she looked in her santa outfit. The red and white went along with light chestnut-colored hair very well. Her cheeks were dusted pinker than usual, probably because of makeup. Her smile could light even the darkest of rooms. And her eyes...

They were always so warm and inviting. A deep brown with lighter hues that resembled caramel. They always reminded him of warm vanilla, or the scent baking cookies gave off.

Izuku didn't realize it, but at some point he'd sat on the couch and stared at the bag of mochi in his hands a little too fondly. He shook his head and slapped his cheeks, breaking himself from the joyful trance he was in. He still had work to do!

He didn't understand why his chest always felt so warm and fuzzy whenever he thought of her. She was his friend, nothing more and nothing less. And yet, he could speak to the other girls in class and be just fine. But whenever it came to her, he was always either a flustered bumbling mess or completely at peace.

Izuku stood up from the couch, curling the bag into a roll to seal it off.

Speaking of Uraraka-san, her birthday was in a few days. She was born only a few days after Christmas eve, and would be turning 16 soon.

Izuku looked to his other classmates, shouting his apologies to them and excusing himself from cleaning duty for a moment. There was something he needed to do.

He actually had gotten her another present for her birthday and was going to give it to her on the day of. However, since the class was just recently told they needed to go do internships again he wouldn't be there for her actual birthday.

He'd run to his bedroom, swinging the door open and searched in his closet for the gift in question.

At the top of some boxes sat the Thirteen plushy he'd bought for her a week prior, with a red bow tied around the neck. Picking up the doll and glancing at it with a smile, he quickly took off to the girl's side of the dorms, not even bothering to close his bedroom door.

While running to the girl's dorms, he looked at the doll once more. He knew that Thirteen was her favorite hero and always wanted to get some merch that she would appreciate.

Though he was excited to go interning once again, he was kinda disappointed they wouldn't be able to spend more of Christmas eve together.

While in other countries, Christmas was a day to spend with family and friends, opening presents, eating and singing songs, or seen as a religious holiday. While in Japan, Christmas day isn't as celebrated as the day prior to it. Christmas eve was more of a couples holiday. He halted in front of her bedroom door, his hands visibly shaking around the Thirteen plushy.

"C-couples...Holiday..?" Izuku internally screamed to himself, his face positively glowing with redness. He began sweating profusely at the thought of those two words.

"Oh no, what if she thinks I'm trying to hit on her or something?!?" Izuku worried, his mental anguish worsening.

"No, No, this is just her birthday present. Nothing more, just a friend giving another friend a gift..Yeah, that's it!" He thought, though it barely did anything to still his shaking body.

"Come on Izuku! Get it together! She's just your friend, you can do this!" He thought, shaking his head and moving the plushy behind his back as he reached out and gave her door a few gentle knocks. His anxiety nearly doubling over after each knock.

Within a few seconds, he nearly jumped at the sound of the door clicking open, seeing her face peering in from behind it.

"Deku-kun! Hi! What's up?" She said with a gentle smile that made nearly made his heart leap out of his chest.

"O-oh, hey Uraraka-san. I-uh" Izuku began to say, feeling a catch in his throat. "I-I have something for you. M-may I come in?" He finished, internally congratulating himself on getting his words out.

Uraraka tilted her head to the side in wonder. "Something..for me? Sure, come on in." She said, opening her door completely to let him walk in.

Izuku shakily picked up his legs and awkwardly walked past her, still managing to keep to doll behind his back hidden.

But then she closed her bedroom door and faced him, and that's when he realized they were alone.

Inside her bedroom.

On a couples holiday.

If his face hadn't already felt warm before, he could swear it was set on fire now. He felt as though he would pass out at any given moment.

"Deku-kun, are you alright?" She asked in a concerned tone. "You look kinda frazzled." She stated, noting his shakiness and red appearance.

"Yeah, I'm all good. Never better!" He nearly shouted, his voice cracking in the midst of saying it.

"U-um..So, I k-knew your b-birthday was in a f-few d-days and I w-w-wanted to get you s-something." Izuku stuttered out, bringing his shaken arm out from behind him and holding the doll out in front of her.

"H-happy birthday, Uraraka-san!" He shouted, a messy smile plastered on his face.

Her face lit up with joy at the sight of the doll. Her hair seeming to rise with her smile. He could even swear her cheeks lit up a shade pinker, though in his delirious state he was probably just imagining it.

Uraraka walked closer to him, taking the doll from his hands and brushing her fingers against his in the process. He certainly didn't forget to note how soft they felt.

"Deku-kun..You didn't have to do this for me!" She said, smiling as she inspected the doll. She played with the hands of the doll, noting how even one finger would pop open, amazing her with the amount of detail put into the small figure.

Izuku moved a hand to rub at the back of his neck, fidgeting to help soothe his flustered feelings, suddenly feeling a smidge calmer.

"I know, but I wanted to get you something for your birthday. I know how you really like Thirteen, and I saw it while I was out in town last week. I-It...made me think of you." Izuku said, gazing at her as she continued to inspect the doll.

"D-do you like it?" He asked, beginning to twiddle his thumbs together.

Uraraka smiled fondly at the doll, hugging it to her chest and rubbing her face into it slightly.

She was so unbelievably cute. She was going to be the death of him.

"I love it!" She said, looking into his eyes. "And it's really soft! Thank you so much, Deku-kun!" Uraraka said, throwing her arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, still holding the doll with one pinky outstretched.

"I-Im hugging Uraraka-san!!" He screamed in his mind, going stiff as a board as soon as her arms hung around his neck.

For a moment he didn't move. He felt like time itself came to a halt.

But she was so warm, and soft, and she smelled so nice.

His body seemingly relaxed a bit, letting him regain control of his arms and he brought them around her waist, albeit with shaking hands.

He pulled her in closer, burying his face into her lovely, soft chestnut-colored hair.

It was...odd. Almost like he was in a dream. Like a sense of peace he'd never known before suddenly washed over him in droves. The softness of her hair against his face and the smell of sweet vanilla easing every tense muscle in his body. It was as if he was melting into her, and not a single thought could cross his mind other than feeling the way she did against him.

He felt as though he could fall asleep right here in her arms, in his state of blissful peace.

He felt his face warm up once again, realizing they'd been hugging for at least 15 seconds now. It would probably be awkward if they went on too much longer.

But...he didn't feel like he could let go. And she wasn't moving either.

His heart was beating hard against his chest. They were in her bedroom, hugging for an absurd amount of time, alone.

Like lovers.

It was in that moment Izuku's whole world began to come crashing down in his realization. The warm feeling he got in his chest, the way he always felt flustered when she was close, why he always felt unnaturally happy around her.

Why a simple hug from her felt nearly euphoric.

He'd never felt it before, but heard they were all symptoms of romantic feelings.

"Do I....have romantic feelings for Uraraka-san..?" Izuku thought, his whole body tensing up once more. Uraraka clearly felt this and looked up at him, saying nothing and staring into his eyes.

Those eyes. A sea of chocolate brown and caramel he could forever get lost in. He wanted to say something, but just..couldn't.

His eyes trailed glanced down, momentarily staring at her lips. Noting how pink they were, how plump they looked, how soft they looked...

"D-Deku-kun..?" Uraraka said, breaking the trance he was in. Her face was extremely red, and his quickly matched the same shade. He jumped back, breaking their hold on each other.

"S-sorry!" Izuku yelled, flailing his arms about randomly. "Ididn'trealizeithadbeenthatlongimreallysorryifImadeyouuncomfortable!" He said, his mouth almost physically unable to make his words into a legible sentence.

"No!no! IwastheonewhohuggedyouforthatlongitwasmyfaultIshouldbethesorryone!" Uraraka yelled at the same volume and speed as he had.

A moment of silence passed, so thick you could get it with a knife.

Until Uraraka placed her hands over her cheeks, causing herself to float and bump into her bedroom ceiling, Izuku watching her slowly float up in a curled ball.

They made eye contact for a brief moment, before laughing their hearts out.

They laughed for a solid minute before Izuku grabbed her arm to help pull her down.

"Release." Uraraka said, giggling under her breath. They made eye contact once again, each blushing profusely.

"Man...we're just a couple of dorks aren't we?" Uraraka said, running a hand into the back of her hair. Izuku chuckled at his observation.

"Yeah, I guess we really are." He said, giving her a soft grin. She grabbed her Thirteen plushy once more, holding it against her chest.

"But really...Thank you so much for this. It...means a lot to me." Uraraka said, unable to look him in the eyes.

He felt his heart swell at her words, happy that his present meant something to her. He turned towards the doorway, walking towards it and grabbing the handle.

"Its no problem at all, really. I'm really happy you like it." He said, looking down slightly, a melancholy grin on his face. "Anyways..I should probably be going. I have to finish cleaning and I'll be leaving with Todoroki and Kacchan soon to intern with Endeavor." He finished, seeing her surprised expression.

"You're interning with Todoroki's dad?!" She yelled an octave too high, eyes wide in shock. "That's great Deku! You're really moving up in the world of heroes!" She shouted with a bright positive smile.

"Be careful out there, ok?" She said, waving a hand to him and trying her best to hide her worry. Working with the number one hero was nothing short of incredible. That meant he'd also be working on some really big cases, and some of them could be really dangerous.

"Don't worry, I will! Remember, I'm gonna be the number one hero!" He said with a determined smile and giving her a thumbs up. She smiled big, seeing his conviction shine on his face once more.

"Plus Ultra!" She yelled, pumping her fist into the air.

"Plus Ultra!" He yelled, mimicking the same gesture and turning to leave out.

Uraraka looked down for a moment, pondering something. She shook her head, and ran up to him before he had the chance to walk into the hallway.

"Hey Deku?" She beckoned.

"Yes Urarak-" He began to say.

She threw her arms around him once more, and planted a nice, gentle kiss on his freckled cheek. His eyes widened, his brain short-circuited and his face lit up like a christmas tree as time seemed to slow down once more.

"You're the best!" She said, waving goodbye to him, and quickly walking back into her bedroom.

She didn't use her quirk on him, but it sure felt like he was floating away.

#izuocha #izuku x ochako #deku x ochako #dekuchako #dekuchaco #midorya x uraraka #mha #my hero academia

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