#*gives anon a candle to keep out the dark all around >:3*

[icedmetaltea]

I'm really curious now about that puppet au with sun and moon. What did you originally have planned to happen with that au? Also what about a sun and moon fae au? Like sun and moon are possessive of you and want to take care of you, so they keep trying to get you to give them your name so they can control you and keep you from leaving them. You aren't taking care of yourself so once they trick you into giving your name they can control you.

Hmm tbh it was all up in the air, I had a few ppl tossing their ideas into the mix and all of them were amazing. I believe?? My idea went as follows:

Y/n is a puppeteer who either works with like animatronic marionettes or something, they can talk and move n such but it's all scripted. Eventually y/n starts a show by telling the audience (probably kids) that they're gonna resign soon and some new person will take their place.

Via magic, demonic possession or just plain weirdass technology advances beyond our understanding, said marionettes start going slightly off script or moving in a way that's too autonomous, freaking y/n tf out and making them think they got hacked or something. Things get more and more creepy, but y/n sticks to their rational side and tells themself it's all explainable with logic.

One night, perhaps on their last night before resigning, they're standing on the stage and idk maybe doing a lil solo play for old times sake. The lights are off and everything is shut down... but then they hear a creaking noise (✿◡‿◡)

As for a fea au, I've actually seen a couple! I don't remember the exact name/s of said aus but here are some.

I absolutely LOVE the idea of a yandere spin on that!! If I can come up with some designs of my own, I'd rlly enjoy making some doodles/maybe a lil fic of that. That idea that telling fae your name gives them power over you is just MMMM *chef's kiss*. It definitely fits with S/M since they're already kinda tricksters by nature

[shiny-crocodile]

the best person ive ever met

lucy bronze x ona batlle

Summary

lucy and ona origin story; semi-slow burn, semi-quick; multi chapters that will get a little smutty

masterlist ch1-10

CHAPTER 11

chapter summary: birthdays and brawls

chapter notes: big huge thanks to anons for the brawl suggestion and smut suggestion and to @pinkygirl28 for the catalan support

also, obviously this is all made up!! so don’t come for me if i’ve made your fave a villain x

smut 18+

//

Ona - what do you think?

She had attached a photo of her outfit for the evening. It was a joint party for her leaving Manchester and her birthday, so she wanted to look good and was currently leaning towards a black dress that cut low at the front and back.

Lucy - insane 😮‍💨 as always

Ona - bit of a pants line though, might have to take those off

Lucy - 🫠

The girlfriends were temporarily separated as Ona did her goodbye tour. Her actual birthday was a few days later, which she would be back in Barcelona with Lucy for.

Feeling confident about her outfit, the Spaniard moved on to the make up before making her way out for the evening.

"Ona!!" Tooney shouted as she and Alessia ran over to great the Spaniard as she entered the reserved upstairs of a fancy Manchester pub.

"My girls," Ona said, wrapped in a 3 person hug.

"Can't believe you're both leaving me," Tooney said as they parted.

"I'll still be here!" Millie said, appearing from behind them, "hey Ona!"

She leant down to give the shorter girl a hug.

"Happy Birthday," Millie said, "we got you something."

"Well Millie got you something," Tooney corrected, Ona grinning with excitement, she loved presents and couldn't wait to receive the first of her 24th birthday.

"It's from all of us," Millie said, embarrassed as she pulled a small box out of her bag, wrapped in paper.

Ona quickly unwrapped it, discarding the wrapping to reveal a red box. She didn't slow down to open that either, revealing a beautiful gold chain with a little red devil on it, for Man U.

"I love it!" she said, giving all the girls a hug but Millie an extra tight squeeze as she knew she had organised and bought it.

The extra attention not going unnoticed by Millie, who breathed in the Spaniard's hair while they hugged.

"Want me to put it on?" Millie asked, excited at the reaction.

Ona hesitated, she did love the necklace and the thought behind it, but it didn't really go with her outfit.

To avoid being rude she agreed anyway, Millie slowly lifting her hair and fastening the necklace before running her fingers across Ona's shoulders in a way that made the younger girl shiver in a less than comfortable way.

Sensing the awkwardness, Tooney stepped in, "let's go get a drink," she said, leading Ona by the hand as they went to get their hands on some of the celebratory prosecco.

After everyone had finished arriving and mingled for a while, all the friends and teammates showering the Spaniard with attention, it was time for the cake.

Tooney and Less had been put in charge of organising this part, making Millie more than a bit nervous that it would be a disaster.

The lights were turned down, people starting to sing as the cake was brought in, Ona blushing at all the attention.

It was pretty dark but the candles provided some light, showing the room who was carrying the cake.

"Oh my god, Lucy!" Ona said, drowned out by the singing as she turned to look at Millie, Tooney and Less.

Tooney and Less had shit eating grins, proud of themselves for keeping a secret, whereas Millie looked like she'd just been slapped in the face.

Ona made her way over to Lucy, blowing out the candles as the singing ended.

The English girl quickly put down the cake on a table with Ona ready to jump into her arms, wrapping her legs around the older girl's waist.

"I can't believe you're here!" Ona said, covering her girlfriend's face with red lipstick from her kisses, while the rest of the room went back to their conversations.

"All Tooney and Less's idea really," Lucy said, not wanting to take any credit.

Ona climbed off Lucy and dragged her over to her friends.

"Like your present?" Less asked.

"We couldn't have you mopping around, missing your girlfriend at your own party," Tooney teased.

"Thank you so much guys," Ona said, hugging Tooney and Less before Lucy even had a chance to. "This is the best present ever."

Millie grimaced at that, the necklace she bought sitting round Ona's neck as she praised someone else's present as better.

"Hey Millie," Lucy said, making sure she was extra friendly as she hugged Millie. They hadn't spoken since Millie apologised but it was all water under the bridge for Lucy, not wanting to hold a grudge, especially with Ona's friends.

"So good to see you," Millie said, actually managing to sound genuine.

"You too," Lucy said, turning back to her girlfriend, "sweet necklace!"

"Millie got it for me," Ona said proudly, playing with it.

"That's so nice of you," Lucy said, wrapping her arm around Ona's waist, the younger girl's head resting on her shoulder.

"Ona keeps saying how much she's going to miss you guys," Lucy said, addressing the group, "you should definitely come visit Barcelona."

As Alessia and Tooney got excited at the prospect, Ona looked up at her girlfriend, admiring how sweet she was being and how happy she was to have her here, too infatuated to even notice Millie turning away and leaving the group.

"I love you," mouthed Ona, as Lucy squeezed her waist, holding them even closer to each other.

As the night went on, Lucy was conscious to not be too all over Ona, catching up with people and letting the Spaniard enjoy her last night in Manchester with her friends and teammates.

"Lucy!" the English girl heard from behind her.

"Katie! Hey," Lucy said, giving her England teammate a hug.

"You gonna spend the whole night just staring at your girlfriend or you gonna come dance with us," Katie asked, pointing over to a group consisting of Nikita Parris, Mary Earps and some other Man U girls she didn't know as well.

Not knowing how obvious she was being, the right back laughed and agreed to be dragged over to dance.

As Lucy danced the night away, Ona was in another circle with an increasingly tipsy Millie, who was getting closer and handsier the more she drank.

Lucy noticed from time to time but the smile on Ona's face told her she was all good.

Until Millie had one hand on the Spaniard's waist and one on her face, leaning in before Ona shoved her away, the smile dropping.

The England right back instantly flew across the room to be by her side, slotting herself between the Spaniard and Millie.

"What's going on?" Lucy said, having seen everything and watched the discomfort on her girlfriend's face.

"Nothing, I'm going to the toilet," Millie said, spinning on her heels.

"You good?" Lucy asked turning to her girlfriend, stroking her cheek softly.

"Yeah I'm fine," Ona said, smiling up at Lucy as she was keen to move past it and enjoy the rest of her evening.

Lucy left a kiss on her temple, "ok, can I get you a drink?"

"Rum and coke please," Ona said, rejoining her teammates to dance.

On her way to the bar, Lucy spotted Millie walking back towards the group.

"Hey, give her a bit of space yeah, let her enjoy her night," Lucy advised, prompting Millie to huff and walk off in the other direction, not the same friendliness she greeted Lucy with earlier.

The queue for the bar was massive, Lucy finding time to keep peering back over to her girlfriend.

After only about 2 minutes of keeping her distance, Millie had ignored Lucy's advice and rejoined Ona's group after all.

Lucy could see the discomfort on Ona's face but was grateful Less and Tooney could read the situation well enough to position themselves between the two, creating a mini barrier.

As Lucy edged further towards the front of the queue she saw Millie was now next to Ona, finding every opportunity to touch her, the Spaniard looking to push her off.

Lucy could see her saying "go away" but the blonde was being relentless.

"What can I get for you?" the barman asked, "hello?"

Millie had wrapped herself around a pissed off Ona now, Lucy ditching the bar and marching over to the pair.

"Get the fuck off her," Lucy said, pulling Millie back by her shoulder, before giving her a shove backwards.

Millie somehow caught her balance and squared up to Lucy, leaning over the right back thanks to her superior height, her alcohol breath forcing Lucy to lean back.

"Fuck off Lucy," Millie spat.

"She's said leave her alone, so leave her the fuck alone," Lucy said, filled with anger and not budging as Millie tried and failed to intimidate her.

The room was starting to take notice of what was going on here.

"You're no good for her," Millie slurred.

"Ok Millie," Lucy said, turning back around to join her girlfriend, not wanting to escalate this any further.

Feeling patronised by Lucy only made Millie more pissed off.

"You will never be good enough for her, you're ugly inside and out."

Lucy could feel Ona about to pipe up next to her, so gave her a reassuring shake of the head to halt her.

The older girl could take the insults, she was secure enough. If anything she found them funny.

As long as they were only directed at her, she couldn't care less what this drunk girl had to say.

"You destroyed her at the beginning, she slept with most of Manchester to try get over you, but somehow the little slut went crawling back, didn't you?"

That was it, Lucy moved from Ona's side to grab Millie's shirt in her fists, pushing her backwards while staying attached, faces close.

"Don't fucking talk about her like that," Lucy growled, everyone gathering around them now, shocked as they had never seen the right back like this.

Ona was watching on, furious enough at Millie that she wasn't going to stop angry Lucy even if she was causing a scene, and hey, she looked hot.

Millie, the alcohol seemingly making her immune to Lucy's threats, leaned forward with so much vim and disgust in her voice as she said, "well she is a fucking slut."

Lucy saw red, she took her hands off Millie's shirt and before you knew it the taller girl was no longer taller and was on the floor, clutching her quickly bruising face that had just been punched.

A security guard picked up Millie to drag her out, with another heading towards Lucy.

"That wasn't her fault," Mary said, stepping infront of the guard. "Please."

Luckily Mary was well enough loved in these parts that the security guard just nodded and walked away.

Ona sped in front of Lucy, who was looking down at her bruised hand.

"Let's get some ice," the younger girl said, pulling her over to the side of the bar before finding a quiet booth to ice her girlfriend's hand.

"I'm sorry," Lucy said, finally realising what she had just done and feeling scared she might have been the one to ruin Ona's night rather than Millie.

"Don't be ridiculous, you were protecting me," Ona said, bringing Lucy's injured hand up to her lips, kissing her knuckles slowly, "and that was crazy fucking hot."

Lucy laughed, her hand feeling sore under Ona's lips.

"Half of Manchester, hey?" Lucy teased.

"If a whole two people counts as half," Ona said, rolling her eyes at the ridiculousness of Millie's insult, "but I'm sorry for not telling you."

"You didn't have to tell me, don't worry," Lucy said, using her non injured hand to rub up and down Ona's arm reassuringly. "I didn't expect you to be pining for me and living like a nun while I was sorting myself out."

Ona kissed her caring and understanding girlfriend's lips, "oh I was absolutely pining."

"Sarina's going to kill me," Lucy said, reassured that Ona wasn't mad at her but now worrying about her boss.

"Well you probably weren't getting picked for the World Cup anyway," the Spaniard teased, checking under the ice at Lucy's red raw hand.

Not able to shake the feeling that she put a dampener on the party, Lucy vowed to make it her mission to ensure the night was still a good one for Ona.

"Shall we go back and dance?" Lucy said, nodding over to the group of Man U players, who were all there to celebrate Ona.

"One more minute," the younger girl said, kissing Lucy deeper this time, more passionately, wanting to make sure the girl knew how grateful she was.

As Lucy's hand rode up the side of Ona's thigh, she felt the band of her knickers.

"Ugh, what are these doing here?" Lucy said, expecting Ona to be going commando after their earlier messages.

Ona laughed, "sorry baby," sliding out of the booth and holding a hand out for Lucy to join her.

As they reached the rest of the group, Tooney couldn't help but have a little tease.

"Alright Antony Joshua," the English midfielder said, dramatically cowering at the sight of Lucy,

"who you coming for next? Or maybe we should ask Ona who she wants you to beat up for her next?"

She was met with laughs and huge eye rolls, "you," Ona responded.

Less gave Tooney a light shove.

"Shut up Tooney, I wish someone would protect me like that," Less said, Ona hugging up to Lucy's side.

"You've got me," Tooney said, boxing the air, "I'd protect you."

"Not really the same level of scary is it?" Alessia said, drawing laughs out of the whole group.

Tooney faked outrage as they started dancing again.

Lucy was glued to Ona's side now, dancing with each other and moving as a unit between different friend groups.

They made their way to venue 2, the club, and the only time they parted was for bar and toilet trips.

The dancing got sexier, the music in the club hotter than the classics in the pub, and everyone significantly more drunk.

Ona had to excuse herself to go the bathroom, needing a breather as Lucy's dancing was working her into a frenzy.

On her return she paused for a second to watch her girlfriend clapping along sweetly to a number of her teammates engaging in a dance off, currently Lucia Garcia vs Katie Zelem.

How Lucy managed to go from the hottest, angriest girl in the world to the sweetest, most precious girl in the world in a matter of hours was a mystery to Ona.

She rejoined her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I love you," she whispered, pushing something down into Lucy's back pocket.

The older girl stopped clapping and fished a pair of damp black lace knickers out of her pocket, quickly stuffing them back in before anyone saw.

"My god, I'm so fucking obsessed with you," the older girl said into Ona's ear, accompanied by a bum squeeze. She leant her head back to stare at the ceiling, now needing her own breather.

Lucy tried her best to hold herself together, her priority being that Ona got to have the send off she deserved with her teammates.

But that lasted all of 5 minutes, sliding her hand down from Ona's back to her bum, squeezing for longer this time, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

They weren't, all too involved in their dance battles and completely ignoring the front of Ona's dress being slowly pulled up as Lucy brushed her fingers up her inner thigh.

This was exactly what Ona wanted when she slipped off her knickers, to see Lucy this worked up. Although she wasn't expecting it in the middle of the club floor.

Lucy had complete access to Ona and knew they'd worked each other up enough already, feeling the heat radiate down the Spaniard's inner thigh.

She wanted her right there and then, but she would be slow to let the younger girl push her off i she wanted to.

There was no rejection so Lucy ran her fingers through Ona's exposed lips, making the Spaniard's breathing hitch as her posture straightened.

No one around had any idea that Lucy was now teasing at Ona's entrance, well covered by the dress, darkness and them not slowing down their dancing. The nearby friends would definitely let them know if they could see what was going on.

The English girl breached with one finger to start with, the younger girls slickness making access easy as Lucy curved to hit Ona in just the right spot.

The second finger quickly followed, pulsing light enough to ease Ona into it but firm enough to make the girl desperate for more.

As Lucy started to use her thumb to tease around the younger girl's clit, Ona had to push her mouth into Lucy's shoulder to stop the moan escaping.

Lucy sped up her pumping, the fear of getting caught pushing her on as the Spaniard started to leave teeth marks in her shoulder.

"Come for me bonita," Lucy whispered into Ona's ear before lifting the girl's chin up with her hand, replacing her shoulder with her mouth and pushing her tongue in to capture the moans.

To onlookers this would just look like a steamy make out session, Lucy perfecting the art of secret fucking.

Ona was struggling to hold it in any longer, walls clenching around the fingers inside her and mouth unable to muster the strength to suck Lucy's tongue any longer, the older girl more than willing to take over.

The Spaniard moaned into her girlfriend's mouth as she came, noises swallowed by the English girl, although the music would have drown them out anyway.

Kiss growing softer now, Lucy kept their mouths attached, guiding Ona through her high before she slowly removed her fingers, using the other hand to pull Ona's dress down.

Completely forgetting where they were, the English girl brought up her soaked fingers and pushed them into Ona's mouth, who swiftly sucked them clean, the taste better than ever.

This was too obvious now, the friends around them missing the real show but catching enough of the aftermath to know they had missed something.

Nikita shoved Tooney, pointing over as Lucy slid her fingers out of Ona's mouth and gripped the side of her head, kissing her deeply.

"Jesus, get a room you two!" Tooney shouted, turning everyone's attention to the pair.

Ona opened her eyes in panic, but the second she saw Lucy's reassuring eyes so close, she instantly calmed and continued the kiss, ignoring Tooney completely.

As they pulled apart Ona put the side of her head against Lucy's chest, arms wrapped around each other as their breathing returned to a normal pace.

"Happy Birthday week baby," Lucy said over the music, the first present unexpected but perfect.

///

As the week went on, the surprises only got better. Ona felt like a sex addict, it was relentless but apparently Lucy's idea of birthday presents were multiple orgasms a day.

When her actual birthday arrived, walking into the living room of Lucy's apartment was like Christmas morning for Ona. Presents were stacked in a huge pile, covering the whole coffee table.

The English girl approached from behind and wrapped her arms round the younger girl's waist.

"Happy Birthday mi amor," Lucy whispered before kissing over Ona's exposed shoulder.

"Think you might have gone a little overboard, Lucia," Ona said, but she leant round to kiss Lucy, showing she was still grateful.

"Narlaaaaa," the Spaniard cooed as the white ball of fur bounded over to her. "When did you get here?"

This was the first time Ona had met Narla but you wouldn't be able to tell, the Westie jumping all over her and covering her in licks, more comfortable with her than she was with most people.

"Keira dropped her this morning," Lucy said, admiring how her two favourite girls were getting on so quickly.

Ona showed her all the love and affection until Narla started to lose interest, jumping on the sofa to get a better view of the presents while leaving enough space for Ona to slide next to her.

"Let's do this then," Lucy said, passing Ona her first present.

Each gift was unique, either a joke or something thoughtful, including a Barcelona cushion to replace her Man U one, a variety of sex toys, clothes from the brands of Lucy's she loved so she could have some of her own, an album of various photos they'd taken together in their first 6 months complete with annotations ranking how in love Lucy was with her that day.

Finally they got to the card, which Lucy had insisted she saved until last.

As the Spaniard opened the card, tears instantly flooded her eyes. "Oh Luce," she said before even starting to read.

//

Hola carinyo,

No saps quant t'estimo! Haver-te conegut ha sigut la millor cosa que m'ha passat mai, de debò. Mai oblidaré el moment en què ens vam trobar, i des de llavors no he deixat de pensar en tu.

Fins i tot crec que t'estimo més que a la meva gossa, i ja saps quant l'estimo a ella. Des del moment en què et vaig veure al casament, vaig saber que t'estimaria.

Aquell dia vaig sentir una connexió especial, com si fos el destí. Cada dia amb tu ha estat una aventura meravellosa, i no puc esperar per veure què ens depara el futur.

Ets la millor persona que he conegut mai, i no em puc imaginar la vida sense tu. Espero que aquest aniversari sigui tan especial com tu ho ets per a mi.

Un petó enorme,

La teva Lucia xxx

/

(Rough translation)

Hi darling,

You have no idea how much I love you! Meeting you was honestly the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I will never forget our meeting and I haven't stopped thinking about you since.

I might even love you more than I love my dog, and you know that's a lot.

From the moment I saw you, I knew I was going to love you. Every day with you has been a wonderful adventure, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

You are the best person l've ever met, and I can't imagine life without you.

I hope this birthday is as special as you are.

Huge kisses,

Your Lucia

//

Ona was in absolute bits, Narla nestling into her, slightly concerned by the tears falling down her new friend's cheeks.

"Did I spell something offensively wrong?" Lucy asked jokingly but also slightly nervously as she hadn't seen Ona like this before.

Ona let out a liquid filled chuckle, but not quite able to speak yet she just put her head in her hands to try control her breathing and stop the tears.

Lucy hopped off the sofa and grabbed a box of tissues, before taking matters into her own hands and mopping up her girlfriend's soggy face.

Ona, managing to compose herself as she laughed at Lucy's thorough cleaning of her face, finally said, "I can't believe this Lucy. I can't believe how special this is, how special you are."

The Spaniard stroked the older girl's cheek delicately, not really able to put into words how the card had made her feel, but Lucy could read it perfectly from her eyes.

"I was scared for a second there, thought the girls had taught me something highly offensive that has made you cry," Lucy said, allowing herself to be loved and stroked by Ona.

"You got them in on this?" the Spaniard asked, shocked Lucy would sign herself up for future teasing.

"Yeah," the English girl said shyly, "although I wish Thad asked Alexia instead of Jana and Pina. Those two tried to tell me 'I have loved fucking you and I think we should take a break' were sweet things to say in a birthday card, thank god for Google Translate.

Ona laughed, collapsing into Lucy's chest, loving that she had got help for this but already dreading the abuse coming their way.

"Well they could have kept the first bit," the Spaniard said, turning to push Lucy down, back flat against the sofa.

Narla scurried off, as if she knew this wasn't the part of the morning she needed to be present for.

"But I was gonna make special birthday pancakes," Lucy protested half-heartedly.

Ona held a finger over Lucy's lips before pulling down her shorts, "later."

//

[house-strong]

— FIRE AND ICE ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Could you do a luke x stark! reader, where they are childhood friends and when they get older they kiss and ask their parents to be betrothed, then what happens after. Sorry if its kinda rambly i love your writing”

pairing ; friends-to-lovers!lucerys velaryon x stark!reader

notes ; enjoy loves <3 not revised but what’s new,,

house stark and house targaryen have been close allies for decades ever since torrhen stark bent the knee to aegon the conquerer. princess rhaenyra, desperate to keep this tie strengthened (as the north was an essential piece of her kingdom when she was to rule), always suggested allowing the kids to grow up with each other.

it was decreed that no harm shall come to the children and the housing family must treat the other children as their own. that was the original pact of ice and fire.

cregan, your elder brother, always had an affinity for jacaerys velaryon and was glued to his hip. what made them get along so well, you didn’t know and you didn’t want to know. maybe it was the fact that they both liked to play swords, go hunting, and talk about girls. safe to say, your destined friend was lucerys velaryon, the younger, gentler version of jacaerys.

lucerys was always shy at first, head ducking so he could hide behind his bang of dark curls and oftentimes fiddling with his hands. he’d rather look at his feet than you, but when he happened to meet your gaze, there would always be a reddening, blistering scarlet hue swelling on his cheeks.

he was very easy to figure out when friendship began to blossom between you two. he was forever curious, often asking you ‘why’ or ‘how’ about things. despite living on one of the grandest castles in westeros, you and lucerys were jealous of each others respective castles. lucerys thought winterfell was beautiful. although, snow was something that didn’t agree with him as he often caught a cold or a bad case of the sniffles.

you on the other hand, you were always desperate to see dragonstone. every lord and lady compared its grandeur to the age of old valyria. dragons often took the skies and there was something about the layers of the towering walls that made it spectacular.

lucky for you this year, it was princess rhaenyra’s turn to host your brother and yourself.

the cackling of the nearby fire is evident. candles light the great hall of dragonstone, basking the entire room into an amber glow and gentle warmth. lucerys is sitting closer to the fire, a book nestled into his hands that he has buried his face in.

“why can’t you take me for a dragonride?” you ask, your hands trailing along the craftsmanship of the center console table, otherwise known as the painted table. you peek up from hair that’s fallen around your face, brows raising slightly.

luke looks up from the book he’s reading, by the look of the words scrambled together in foreign shapes, he’s probably reading something in valyrian. he gives you a look, tilting his head and jutting out his chin. he feels embarrassment swell in his chest as he thinks of his reply, but he doesn’t allow it to break his facade.

“i’ve told you, arrax can’t carry the both of us,” he pauses for a moment, as if hesitant to say his next sentence, “he’s too small.”

you hum, rounding the table to move closer to where luke sat, “jace always takes cregan for a ride.”

luke knows this is only a playful jab, one that intends to persuade him into allowing you on arrax for a dragonride, but the sheepishness continues to plague him. when no response comes from him, you cast him a glance. he’s biting his lip and looking down at the book in his lap.

“i didn’t mean it, luke,” you say while approaching his chair. you kneel in front of it and take his hand into yours. “i don’t care to ride a dragon, i’d spend all my time with you doing anything else if that’s what you want.”

a moment that passes as luke searches your eyes, he licks his bottom lip just a bit, “and what do you want?”

you two stare at each other, eyes scanning each others faces that is lit by the fire. there’s warmth dancing on his skin, one that almost hides the blush that slowly floods his cheeks. his mouth is slightly parts as he takes a shaky inhale. your name falls from his lips in a whisper.

you both move forward, hesitant and unsure. luke is the first to stop, but after a moment when you raise your brows, he nods his head ever so slightly in confirmation. you close the gap, placing your lips on to his and both yours and his eyes flutter shut. your lips against his is almost awkward for his don’t move. after a moment, he allows himself to melt into your kiss and he tries to reciprocate it the best he can.

it’s sloppy, awkward, and the pace shared is an uneven mixture of too fast and too slow. teeth knock teeth and there’s little to no rhythm, but by all the gods, it’s still somehow glorious. you both part, eyes flittering open and drinking in the appearance of each other.

he’s the first to smile; it’s boyish, toothy, and expresses his incandescent happiness. you copy him and a breathless giggle leaves you. he too laughs before running his thumb along the hand that’s clasped around his.

“i want to be yours.”

when the words spew from your lips, lucerys feels nothing but elecstasy flood his being. what he’s wanted for so long, in secret, has finally come to light. actions that he thought were purely platonic and laced with friendship were simply the opposite, and he realizes it now.

“i want nothing more.” the words he utters are ones that he can’t believe he’s saying. his grip on your hand holds yours firmly, a little squeeze following. he rising to his feet, helping you to yours before beginning to gently tugging you along the length of the great hall.

between a laugh you make, “where are we going?”

“to my mother,” he responds, turning back to glance at you.

your brows furrow, “for what?”

“i want to marry you.”

and that’s exactly what he did. that night, he had went to his mother with you in tow and had asked for you two to marry. rhaenyra was looking between you two, a smile lifting the corner of her mouth. she granted it, as long as your lord father agreed.

about five months later, you and lucerys were permitted to marry on dragonstone beneath the blanket of constellations. basked in warm light from the various fires that lit the ceremony, house stark and house targaryen were finally united by marriage.

since you two were still young and not ready for the commitment of children, you two decided to wait. more than a few years passed and as time flew, arrax grew in size. he was still small compared to his brother vermax, but he was able to carry the weight of two people with ease.

“are you ready?” lucerys asks, a bashful grin parting his lips to reveal his teeth. he’s wearing his dragonriding attire with a cape clasped to his shoulders, his foot on the stirrup as he looks back at you.

arrax is chirping, head swinging side to side with eagerness to take flight. your stomach bubbles with nerves and the impending thrill of being in the air. your hand touches arrax, his scaly skin dry to the touch.

“yes,” you breathe, tucking your hair into the cowl of your own riding attire.

“follow my lead.”

lucerys climbs up the saddle of arrax with practiced movements, his leg swinging confidently over and his foot sliding into the other stirrup. he shifts, getting more comfortable in his seat before returning his sight on you.

he extends his hand out, “lykirī, arrax. now, your turn.”

hesitantly, you put your foot on top of arrax’s muscle that connects to his wing. you take a look at him before putting weight, but the ghostly-scaled dragon doesn’t seem phased by the pressure. you slowly clamber on to arrax the same way luke did, however, your movements are more clumsy and less precise. your back touches the rear end of the second seat of the saddle, your hands instinctively wrapping around luke’s midsection. he smiles at this before patting arrax on the back.

“sōvēs, arrax.”

when the command leave luke’s mouth, arrax gives a trilling screech. he rises to his full height before beginning to waddle forward, picking his pace up with each step.

with great flaps of his wings, arrax takes flight. the feeling is lifting– fleeting and it’s almost incomprehensible to utter words to convey this. arrax bellows and flaps his wings more, carrying both you and luke higher and higher.

the wind begins to pick up pace as arrax soars through the sky. he continues to lift you and luke up, almost as high as the clouds. once you catch sight of how far you have risen above the ground, your eyes widen then squeeze shut. you tighten your hold on luke and you press your face into his backside, gasps of fright leaving you.

arrax’s beating rhythm of his wings slow from a climb to a steady flight. he lets out a cry, his voice causing a tremble in his body.

“open your eyes, my princess.” luke’s voice is encouraging and one of his gloved hands encloses over your wrist. slowly, you open one eye at a time and you notice that there’s nothing but the blue sky that surrounds you. you lessen your hold on luke, straightening your back before peering down below arrax. you gasp, your eyes widening with surprise.

waves froth back and forth in the open sea below you, foam littering the top of each wave. in the distance to your side, you see the island of dragonstone, then farther, the island of driftmark. behind that, the massive slab of westeros crests the horizon.

“i’ve never seen anything like this,” you say, breathless. you clutch the saddle and continue to peer around you. “we’re on top of the world, luke.”

luke smiles to himself and readjusts his grip on the reins. he tugs at them, sending arrax to turn on his wings and ride the wind. he chitters, obviously content with what you’ve said. it’s almost as if he agrees.

“there’s no place i’d rather be,” he pauses, his voice loud. “than to be with you on top of the world.”

[shmowder]

aroallo daniil anon here, I loved the aro daniil hcs <3 anyway inspired by the fact that you can sleep in random beds in pathologic classic: one evening he passes out in your bed and when he wakes up he gets flustered about being unprofessional and imposing on your space more than he meant to, but really you think it's nice that he felt safe enough to fall asleep.

I'm happy you loved it <3

The Bachelor sleeping on your bed

[Daniil Dankovsky x GN!Reader]

[Fluff, Implied AroAllo Daniil]

Between all of his daily errands and responsibilities, time slipped from between Daniil's fingers faster than he could realise it. Staying past midnight and attending to his rotten work come dawn has become nothing short of the norm as of late.

You were the last person to visit on this seemingly endless list of tasks before the day was over, Daniil wanted to run by you a certain theory of his, before the Inquisitor arrives and damns him for failing at his one job. Maybe, just maybe your insight will shift his perspective enough for the puzzle pieces to fall into place.

When he eventually arrived at your accommodations, it didn't come as a surprise to find you absent. Sure, go break quarantine too, why does he care? It's not like anyone listens to him anyway.

... maybe an emergency happened or you were, you know, busy doing your job and also struggling to balance your responsibilities amidst the crushing weight of the falling town on your shoulder... just like him.

Daniil's unusual frustration didn't go unnoticed by him...the stress really must be getting to him.

Sitting down for a while should benefit him. You should come back home eventually, after all, and you're the last job for the day, so what's the harm in waiting for a couple of minutes?

Those couple minutes turned into ten minutes, then twenty and became a half hour. Daniil's struggling to keep his eyelids from closing and posture from slouching the more he waited around.

What possibly could be taking you so long?

In the corner of the room, the sight of your comfortable bed started pulling his line of vision towards it. Eyes gravitating towards the soft looking pillows and alluring blanket.

....

He's not going to fall asleep...he's just...going to rest his legs and sit down.

Maybe just close his eyes too, just for a short while.

He is not falling asleep.

...he's just leaning back, and oh wow, this pillow is really as soft under his head as he imagined it would be.

Hours pass by, and eventually, the sound of a click announces the opening of the door. You step into your room with heavy legs.

You take your mask off, removing the protective clothes and cloak to put aside so you may disinfect it later.

But just as you take a second step inside your room, you're greating with the sight of Daniil Dankovsky, The Bachelor of medicine himself, snoozing on your bed.

Coat still on and everything.

Hugging one of your pillows close to his chest and buring his face into it, while another pillow laid below his by now messy hair. Half the blanket covering him, the other half falling off of the bed.

The floorboards creek below your feet as you step closer, Daniil's body stirrs, lips grimacing in annoyance.

You stay still.

The tension in his body melts again after a passing moment.

making your way towards him carefully this time, you notice the lack of the usual irritated look on his face.

His features looked...soft while he slept, face completely relaxed. It made the bags under his eyes stand out even more.

Picking the blanket off of the floor and covering him with it, you take the chair for the night instead.

The smell of his perfume is subtle through the room, an undeniable scent that people started associating with the bachelor since he arrived into this town.

The chair is uncomfortable below you, the melting candle on the stand gives one final flicker of light.

Before its fire is snuffed out.

Darkness veils the room.

Outside, you hear the faint sounds of footsteps, patrol men walking the streets, occasionally telling off drunks for breaking quarantine. You can't make out the words, but the strict tone is all the same.

If you focus, you can hear the light sound of Daniil's slow breathing with every fall and raise of his chest. The rustling of the sheets underneath whenever he clings to the pillow tighter.

When morning arrive, you're awaken by the intruding sunrays slipping through the glass of your bedroom window.

Back sore as you stand up from the uncomfortable chair, muscles burning in discomfort as you stretch them.

And Dankovsky is still having his beauty sleep on your bed.

As you debate whether to wake him up or leave him be and go about your tasks, his body makes the decision for you.

Sleepy eyes fluttering open, that look of slight confusion as his brain powers up to remind him who he is, where he is, and what he is doing. Recalling his belief system and all of his personal identity and memories in milliseconds as he blinks away.

He takes one look at you, then the pillow between his arms.

And he's immediately off the bed in a second.

Pretending to be busy smoothing down his coat to avoid your gaze, adjusting his messy hair back into a presentable state, only to end up messing it further as he downplays his embarrassment.

Clearing his throat, he finally speaks up

"It seems that exhaustion has gotten the best of me...I apologise for intruding. I was expecting you to arrive sooner, pray tell what took you so long? You are aware of how dangerous this town is at night, correct? And you didn't think to inform me or leave a letter?"

Maybe it's just to cover his own flustration, but he insists on sitting you down on the bed and checking you up for any early symptoms of the plague.

Inquiring about your midnight whereabouts as he stands so close, face inches away from yours while he checks over your pupils for any signs of dilation.

By the end, he does look relieved to find you safe and sound. Still, he's back to the same stiff posture and overworked look of exhaustion he wears every day.

Through all of his fussing, you can't help but think about how relaxed he looked on your bed.

How safe he must have felt, hugging the pillow with your scent on it so close, completely trusting you to eventually come back.

How exhausted he must have been to let his mask of professionalism slip.

Daniil always desperately tried to paint himself as someone more knowledgeable, more reliable, and the voice of reason. Especially in front of you. He never wanted you to look at him and see anything but a dependable doctor you can put your trust in, someone who will handle your problems and bear all the burdens.

Something makes those traits him in shine more around you. How he never asked you for food even when you knew his supplies were running low, how he always gave you antibiotics and painkillers after each meeting, and reminded you to look out for your health more.

Glancing at the protective clothes you set aside, you remember how he was the one who gave it to you. Paid for out of his own pocket and refused any reimbursement you offered, even the courtesy bottle of milk you tried to convince him to drink was rejected politely.

He always insisted that you should have it. You should save it for emergency days. He is a doctor, he will manage.

He knows best.

"I came here to discuss an important topic with you but...Forget it. It's too late now, the train must have already arrived. I'll make a stop here again after the end of my hospital shift today. Just...please don't wander outside too much."

[nelladivinita]

It’s okay!! No need to be sorry :3c

And yes I agree with him being less emotional to your needs and his own; like it’s just a headspace of worship and giving himself to his dark lord. Maybe he’s always just felt a little bit detached from himself whenever he puts the paint on, but the intimacy of you helping him put it on changes something almost? It’s like a form of private worship together with Satan, and it’s like something shifts in him? Daskjf feel free to let me know if none of this makes sense whatsoever but! I love the idea of how the addition of you in the equation of him being papa touches something in him. Not necessarily like, a ‘touching way’ kind of touch, but like you mentioned of just ritualistic and animalistic side of him; it feels so much more personal and intense in a way that brings him pleasure vs the detachment he felt before. 

And the comedown from it? You two develop a sort of ‘aftercare’ routine for the two of you when he ‘comes back to you’. I’m again feral over the idea of helping him unwind and wiping off his paint for him; but like imagine intimate moments when it’s the two of you after a ritual or something, and you lead him into the bathroom, the water already running and the room filling with the aroma of essential oils; lavender maybe. It’s lit with low candle lights that flicker gently, whispering to each other as you help each other undress. You love helping him out of his clothes, unbuttoning each button and stripping him of the man he is at the altar until it’s just you and him. Likewise, he helps you out of your clothes as well, pressing soft kisses against your skin as he peels each layer off you; lips brushing against some ticklish spots occasionally and curling upward when you try to stifle your giggles. 

The two of you settle into the tub with you straddling him in his lap facing him so you gently begin the process of breaking him down, using a soft washcloth to wipe off streaks of paint. It’s around here where the ‘aftercare’ helps him the most; of settling back into his own skin. Sometimes you murmur softly to each other, sometimes it’s quiet with just the sounds of water and gentle splashes. When the two of you eventually finish getting clean, he usually pulls you into his lap against him, burying his face into your wet hair sometimes, breathing in the soft and fresh scent of your shampoo. You let him stay like that until he’s ready.  (SORRY THIS GOT A BIT LONG)

-loveletter anon <3

Don't apologize for the length it's okay!! I loved reading this you're a wonderful writer! You're great at portraying atmosphere I felt physically like, warm and like I was there which is such a cliche thing to say but I felt it enough to say it and actually mean it !!! eheheh

I love what you said about your presence bringing him comfort rather than detachment because I think canonically that is what Secondo really needed. He felt so used, stifled, controlled by his church, that to imagine him as disillusioned when looking in the mirror and understanding that despite his devotion to Satan and to his efforts to spreading messages against shame and for personal autonomy, he himself still lacks those things feels so true to his character. But the way you care for him is so grounding that it helps him remember why he does all of this, and that maybe through him things really can change within the clergy and outside of it <3 it really is achievable, and that fact enough is what he needs to keep going. He could also benefit from words of reassurance - that you see an end in sight for his monumental plans for the church, that you notice the details he misses looking at a crowd as opposed to the individual followers that you maybe mingle with person to person. He loves hearing your stories from followers about how he's doing <3

I love the idea of aftercare for Secondo a lot :,)) I feel like he's the Papa that gets the least softness?? It's always rough and aggressive and he's always the one giving more delicate affection but never receiving and the man needs warmth too!!!!!! So anyway you end up in bed together and he's lying on top of you holding you around your waist and you're hugging his head and maybe rubbing his neck and kissing him all over his scalp, scratching it softly, you can feel him get the kind of goose bumps that make him chuckle and rumble - he Does kiss you back! on the soft skin of your stomach, but he's just SO TIRED that it doesn't last very long; maybe a few red marks from him sucking softly at you just to hear you laugh, but eventually he just relaxes and sinks onto you, (so heavy!) but you don't mind because when he finally falls asleep you swear you can see him as a young man, long before the church took him away from himself and he's just so pure and kind and hopeful for a bright future for himself and for the clergy and for the two of you <3

[violettduchess]

hey lovely!! i came across your writing recently and i really, really enjoy it. 🥰 if you’re ever up to take a request, could you please do leonardo from ikevamp helping the reader fall asleep, maybe something soft with them cuddling/sleeping? it’s completely up to you and please go by whatever you’re comfortable with. thank you so much and have a wonderful day!! <3

A/N: Here you go anon! Thank you for your patience 💜

Fluff / Comfort

Leonardo x Reader

Word count: 808 (not sure that's actually a mini fic but oh well 🤗)

The bed always feels vast when he isn’t there. You stretch a leg out into the emptiness, feeling like a small rowboat alone on the ocean, no land in sight. Even Lumiere has abandoned ship, faint purring sounds coming from the dark cavern under Leonardo’s desk. You’re completely on your own in your endeavor to find sleep.

You roll over, yanking the covers along with you, squeezing your eyes shut. He had warned you this could take a while. Vincent and Leonardo always fell deep into conversation when they discussed painting, losing track of time as they passionately exchanged ideas about oils and canvas and lighting and brushes. Sometimes you were drawn into the conversation, swept up in their enthusiasm and soaking up their words like watercolor on paper. And sometimes, like tonight, you were too tired for their level of creative intensity.

You had told yourself you would be asleep the moment your head hit the pillow. A day’s excursion into town should have drained you of every drop of energy. You had kidded yourself with that one. Despite the long day, your mind is still spinning. No matter how much you try to make it stop, it keeps turning, whirling from one thought to another with no focus. Frustrated you sit up, shoving your hair out of your face, glaring with green-eyed jealousy at the extremely relaxed purring sounds still floating out of the darkness from under the desk. Traitor. Knowing him, he's sprawled across books, cartons, and rolled up scrolls like a blob of gelatinous black fur, snoring away on edges that should be physically impossible to sleep on.

You’re debating lighting more candles and finding one of Leonardo’s more boring books (the thick one on economic systems of medieval Europe maybe), when the door opens and he steps inside. In the half-dark of the room, you see how he turns, attempting to slowly close the door with care and avoid waking you. 

“No need. I’m up.”

Surprise runs through him as he turns, brows raised.

“Cara mia, why are you still awake?”

Your heavy sigh and the way you flop back against the pillows tell him more than any words. He moves until he is standing next to the bed, his expression caramel-sweet as he looks down at you. You roll onto your side, facing him, your pillow tucked under your arm.

“Give me a moment and I will be right there to assist you.” His golden eyes seem to have drawn in all the soft light of the room, shining brighter than any candle as they roam your face, tender as a touch. His gaze never leaves you as he unbuttons his shirt with one hand, the sight of those dexterous fingers at work brushing your cheeks cherry blossom pink. You know their power well. The rest of his clothing joins his shirt in a pile on the floor, but you don’t scold him because they gift you a naked Leonardo sliding under the covers, reaching for you. 

You have as much chance at resisting him as the night sky does the enchantment of twinkling stars. He smells like comfort, like cigarillo smoke and the faintest hint of linseed oil from Vincent’s paints. His long limbs wrap around you and you breathe out, your forehead leaning against the bare skin of his chest. His skin is still cool everywhere it touches yours, the last remnants of cool night air clinging to him like a wistful lover. His legs are entwined with yours, your arms are tucked between your bodies. There is nowhere in the world you feel safer than in Leonardo’s strong arms.

“There we go,” he murmurs, tilting his head down to drop a delicate kiss on your forehead, a benediction of his love for you. You respond by leaning forward and kissing his shoulder, those broad, beautiful shoulders that would carry every burden in the world if it meant a glimpse of your smile. You free your arms and slide your hands down the planes of his sides, the delight of smooth skin and toned muscle dancing under your palms.

He laughs, a soft, smoldering sound that warms you and stirs up heat at the same time. “Is this about to get interesting, cara mia?"

Your yawn is the answer to his question and again he laughs, embers of affection burning brightly in the sound. He shifts to his back, pulling you along with him, settling you against his side like a yearling nestling into a patch of soft forest green.

“Sleep, tesoro.” He runs his free hand over your arm, the one thrown across his midsection, lazily, habitually. Another kiss to the top of your head. A sigh of contentment as he relaxes his body. You are as much home to him as he is to you. “There is time for interesting things in the morning.”

🌘

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[quirrrky]

Hi <3 I hope you are doing great~ Could I possibly ask for some hcs with Giyuu, Sanemi and Kyojuro with an s/o who is afraid of the dark? Maybe they help them by sleeping with a candle on or reassuring them? Thank you so much! :DD (I am sorry if you have many requests please take your time)

KNY BOYS w/ YOU BEING AFRAID OF THE DARK -» scenarios -» ft. tanjirou, inosuke, zenitsu, kyojuro, giyuu, sanemi  

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»—TANJIROU

“Y/N? You’re still awake? Is it...is it the dark?” He asked and you nodded your head in response. “Oh, I remember. My mother used to sing for us whenever Rokuta finds it hard to sleep.” He began tapping the side of your thigh lightly and started singing the only lullaby he knew of. You gulped. “Tanjirou,” you called, “I think you should also get some sleep. Just having you close to me is enough you know.” “Oh,” he reacted though he partly knew it was because of his off-key singing. He placed a swift kiss on your forehead and finally snuggled so close to you. “Like this?” He asked and you answered, “yeah, just like that.”

»—INOSUKE

You were walking in the woods in the middle of the night, when he noticed that there’s something off about you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He paused from walking. You gulped and admitted. “I...I was a bit scared of the dark.” “Is that it?” He took your hand in his and held it firmly. “Well, I got you and you got me. There’s nothing to worry.”

»—ZENITSU

It was already past midnight when he noticed that you weren’t sleeping. “Y/N-chan, are you okay?” He worried. “I just can’t fall asleep. Maybe because it’s too dark.” “I know! I know it’s very scary! I’m a little scared too.” You softly giggled as Zenitsu wrapped himself around you like a koala. “But I’ll protect you. I promise you. I swear, Y/N-chan!” Right there, you found solace in his embrace as he hummed you a melodious and sweet tune to sleep. 

»—KYOJURO

You were eating at a restaurant when a power outage occurred. He noticed you gasped thus he held your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Are alright, love?” You tightened your hold on his hand and this gave the answer to his question. Knowing you were afraid, he pulled you against him and wrapped an arm around you. His other free hand leaned your head on his chest, holding it gently. “Stay like this with me until the light comes back again.”

»—GIYUU

It was late at night when he sensed that you kept on twisting turning. Propping on his elbow, he caressed your cheek. “You’re not sleeping,” he said and asked, “Is there something wrong?” You shook your head. “I guess it’s a little dark tonight.” Giyuu knew what you meant. He had those nights as well fearing that something out of nowhere would take away all that he cherished in life. Leaning down to you, he placed a soft kiss on your eyelid. “I’ll keep the light on tonight, okay? I’m just right here by your side.” 

»—SANEMI

It’s your first time in a movie theater and didn’t know that it could be this dark inside. “What’s the matter?” Nemi asked and you half-chuckled, “I guess it was just too dark an-” He snaked an arm around you not even letting you continue. Then, he pulled you close to him. You looked up at him and he met your glance. “What?” He asked looking away, his blush not seen due to the darkness. “Nothing.” You answered as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

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[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

↳ a/n: hello my lovelies! we are back with another tbz reaction! side note, with every reaction i get it’s going to be canon with my ‘as your boyfriend series’ so keep that in mind when requesting. this is for the lovely anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it. ☻ 18+ due to language

↳ genre: fluff? slight angst? i don’t even know someone tell me

↳ requested? yes

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↳ word count: 3.4k

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you  

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae  」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away  

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.  

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful  

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally  rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek  

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions  

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[goldengoddess]

dating leo valdez headcanons

request: i've seen you're a riordanvense stan, so.... maybe dating leo valdez headcanons?

a/n: ANON I LOVE U YES,,,, big riordanverse stan right here and i love my boy leo <3 

warnings: like one curse word, suggestive comments ig 

leo is the most southern boyfriend out there

he may be overly flirty and often inappropriate

but the boy has manners for days

opens doors

offers to pay for meals

brings you flowers

calls your parents sir or ma’am

lots of y’all’s come out of his mouth

and howdy greetings

like any good texan

sweet tea!!!!

he loves to bring you sweet tea

his childhood drink

“it reminds me of home i want you to try it”

he likes playing with your hands as if they’re trinkets

sometimes you find random screws or springs in the hoodies he lends you

he makes you gifts

like a flower made out of metal scraps

“leo this is beautiful!” / “really? that’s how easy it is too impress you, shit amor i could make you a garden of these!”

spanish nick names OF COURSE

“hola mi amor, todo bien?”

or

“hola hermosa, mi bonita”

he’s always able to keep you warm

he’s like a human radiator

you always ask him to light candles for you

just cause it’s funny and he gets all nervous

“but y/n the lighter is right there!” / “why have a boyfriend that lights on fire if i can’t use him”

sneaking off into the woods of camp half blood

spending the night at bunker nine

as leo explains all his ideas

and walks you through his blueprints

you getting annoyed that you can’t give him a nickname

“leo is already short it’s impossible to give you a nick name!” / “you can always just call me handsome mi amor”

you constantly find him working late

rubbing his eyes out of exhaustion

his hands stained in ink and grease

by now you know there’s no convincing him to stop working

so when he stays up late working you bring your own work and keep him company

this usually ends with the two of you falling asleep on the love seat

waking up with lots of sore muscles

leo and his beautiful beautiful hair

you love braiding his hair

“oh, amor! can you use the pink hair tie this time? jason said it brought out my eyes!”

leo’s sleepy face >>>>

he just has the softest eyes

it’s like puppy dog eyes 24/7

leo has nightmares sometimes

and thrashes in your arms

his breath ragged and uneven

you softly rub his back

whispering encouraging words and soothing him back to sleep

so much flirting holy shit

you thought it would die down after the two of you started dating

but NO

leo flirts with you as if he’s still trying to win you over

“hey babe come here often?” / “leo this is our bedroom”

double dates with all of the other couples

leo being handsy!!!

never hesitating to remind everyone that you are his

usually it’s a lazy arm around your waist

or holing your thigh at dinner

or a dark mark on your neck

the two of you fuel each other’s coffee addictions

he keeps a photo of you in his wallet

leo has a beautifully contagious laugh

and it gives you butterflies every-time you hear it

leo valdez is a sweetheart of a boyfriend

[princess-of-inarizaki]

Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

[glowingbadger]

That couch prompt with Felix was so cute (and what made me find your blog!) Would you mind doing one for Ashe and/or Dimitri as well.

[I just now realized that I am an unabashed BL simp 😅]

There are so many simp-worthy members of the Blue Lions, Friend Anon- I absolutely do not blame you :3

I did enjoy that Felix piece you're talking about, so thanks so much! I think Ashe would be a wonderful pick for this idea, and I don't get to write him as much, so let's go with this sweet Good Boi~

Ashe (FE3H) x GN Reader

falling asleep on the couch - sfw, fluff

The sound of your name in the near total darkness of the library causes your body to tense, drawing inward if only to prevent you from lurching off of the couch. You cradle your opened book to your chest as your eyes dart around for an instant- only to land on Ashe, looking contrite as he approaches you,

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you!" he says frantically. You exhale, your expression relaxing into a shy smile.

"Oh- it's only you, Ashe!" you say with a light chuckle, "It's late- what are you doing up still?"

He comes to sit beside you on the couch, running a hand through messy silver hair with a sigh,

"Well, probably the same as you, I'd guess."

"Can't sleep?" you reply with a note of sympathy. He nods. One might think constant marching, near daily combat, and meetings and training to fill any and all gaps between would be tiring enough to bring sleep the moment you hit the mattress. On the contrary, there was too much occupying your thoughts to quiet them. Lately, each battle had seemed harder than the last, and each life taken for this cruel war weighed heavily against what you knew you had to accomplish. Looking at Ashe's eyes reflecting the dull glow of candle light back at you, you think that perhaps you see your own burdens shining in them too.

"You know," he says with a smile as he notices the book in your lap, "Some people say you should read before bed to help yourself sleep, but I've always found that I get far too invested in the story. I get so excited and I have to know what happens next- and before I know it, the sun's coming up!"

You share a quiet laugh together in the dim library. Here in the protection of your tiny light source, it feels like you and he have carved out a private corner of the world, away from the bloodshed and strain.

"You're probably right though," you say with a sigh, "keeping my mind busy isn't going to help me sleep right now."

Ashe gives a short hum, then shifts a bit closer to you on the couch.

"I have an idea, if you'd like to try it."

"Oh?"

You can't help but feel a fraction of the day's tension leave your posture when you meet the open warmth in those green eyes. He takes the book from your lap, holding it open at the spot you'd left off, and says,

"Why don't you let me read to you?"

You feel your face warm just a bit, and hope the candle light will camouflage the blush across your cheeks.

"You don't have to! I mean, are you sure you wouldn't mind?" you stammer out, only to be met once more with that disarmingly earnest smile.

"I'd really like to- honest!" he insists, "Especially if it will help you relax enough to get some sleep."

"Well... we can try it." you say, and settle in next to him as comfortably as you can. He's warm, and you're doing your best not to lean too close or touch in a way that wouldn't be considered strictly platonic- but the dim light shimmers at the edges of his hair like a halo, and from where you sit hunched back in the cushions, you have a striking view of his jawline, down the contour of his neck. Biting at your lip for just a moment, you force your gaze away as he begins to read from the top of the page.

His tone is soft and even, naturally soothing without even trying. Aside from which, it is nice to be able to follow the story without having to keep your eyes open. Letting your breathing slow and your muscles relax one by one, your eyes flutter shut, and you let Ashe's voice carry you from scene to scene. At first, you chime in from time to time, remarking on clever dialogue, or an interesting turn in the plot. Eventually, it feels like unnecessary effort. You tell yourself it's because you don't want to interrupt him. But your head is lulling to the side, and the hero has saved his maiden, and the chapter is nearing its close.

Ashe feels a weight on his shoulder, and resists jumping at the sudden contact. He glances to his side, only to see your head slumped against him, your eyes closed, breathing slow and steady. His body burns up to his face, where fair, freckled skin flushes bright red. Your scent sets his heart leaping in his chest, but he doesn't dare to move an inch for fear of disturbing you. This was the whole point, after all- to give you a chance to rest. He recalls how worried he's been for you lately. You work so hard and ask so little. In truth, it fills him with pride to be able to grant you this brief respite, and that you would feel so comfortable near him that you could sleep soundly on his shoulder.

With a contented smile and his heart still fluttering, he turns his eyes back to the final lines of the chapter,

"'Know always, my dearest and most treasured love, that no battle and no adversity shall ever be so great as to keep me from you. Though arrows fly and blades descend, I shall withstand all for even a precious moment longer at your side. My strength, my heart, my will itself- all yours, gladly given.'"

[marsbutterfly]

How about a hanji x short reader. Where they cuddle and the reader falls asleep in hanjis arms

Note: I was actually writing a story and decided to mix it with your request. I was feeling very depressed when I started this story and writing it genuinely helped me feel better so I really hope you like it, anon. <3

Comforting Embrace

Summary: Everybody finds comfort in different places. For you, it's in Hanji's arms.

AO3 Version! | Wattpad Version!

A silence fills your room as you lay in your bed. A tight feeling in your chest, almost as if someone has been holding your heart in their hands, squeezing it tightly and avoiding blood circulation. 

Your vision is being clouded by the tears forcing their way out of your eyes, softly sliding through red cheeks and an already wet neck until they fall on your shirt, contrasting against the deep grey cloth. 

Not a sound leaves your body but the bed shakes in response to the hiccups escaping your throat. You wrap your hand around the collar of the shirt, pulling it tightly as you desperately try to catch your breath but failing miserably. 

A few knocks on the door pull your mind away. Placing a hand above your mouth, you make extra effort to stay silent, even if all you want to do is scream at the world and break things. The gentle voice coming from the other side startles you, for you were not expecting her to come over.

“Y/N?” She asks, quietly. You feel as if a dam has broken in your eyes once water comes pouring out yet again. Taking your free hand towards your face, you place it above the other, shutting your eyes tightly in the hopes she would go away, but no such thing occurred.

A creek coming from the door announces her presence, quickly followed by a small amount of light filling your previously dark room. Footsteps make their way closer to you and you can feel a pit forming in your stomach, a mixture of fear and anxiety. 

Her hand touches the blanket, slowly pulling it down and allowing the cold wind to touch your warm face. Your eyes remain shut while you feel the weight of her body touching the bed, your body shifting slightly to accommodate the figure sitting beside you.

“What happened?” Hanji asks softly, placing her lantern on the bedside table. Once you open your eyes, you notice the shadow of her hand floating in front of your face, her soft yet cold fingers brush against your skin, drying the tears that still run down. 

You try to speak but no sound comes out, only a pained breath exhaling your lungs. You shake your head, lightly slapping her hand trying to get her away but that only motivates her to come closer. 

Her arm wraps around your torso, head laying on your stomach while pressing the blanket against your skin. She can clearly hear the sounds coming from within you, closely followed by the sound of your hiccups. Hanji doesn’t say anything, patiently waiting for you to feel ready to share your feelings but, at the same time, making sure you know she’s right by your side.

In a quiet voice, you find the courage to start talking, “I was assigned cleaning duty today.”

You feel her head nodding on top of your stomach, her eyes never leaving your face in a caring way, showing you how interested she is in your words.

 “I thought you loved cleaning duty.” She says, gently placing her hand on your hair, playing with the strands that fall on your face. You reach for a tissue before nodding your head.

“And I do.” You reply, blowing your nose while a few more tears run down your face. Quickly, she brings her body up and reaches for your shoulders, an attempt to get you to sit and press your back against the cold wall. You oblige to her silent request and place a pillow behind you. 

“Then I don’t see the problem.” Hanji reaches for your hand, cold fingers touching your warm ones, her eyes filled with concern as the flames of the lantern dance with the wind, shining behind her while the shadow covers her face.

“I was so cold my hands started shaking and I dropped the bucket of dirty water on the freshly clean floor.” Hiccups interrupt the words as you avert your eyes, but only a couple of seconds pass before her free hand finds its way up to your chin. 

Lightly, she uses her thumb and index finger to change your focus to her, a compassionate smile on her face. Without saying anything, you can tell she’s waiting for you to continue sharing what happened. “Captain Levi screamed at me like I’ve never seen before.”

“Red face and all?” She asks.

“Red face and all.” You repeat her words affirmatively. “I panicked and couldn’t respond.”

Your voice is barely audible and you notice a sad expression taking over her features. She shifts her fingers from your chin to your cheek, her caring eyes never leaving you and the butterflies in your stomach suddenly awaken. 

In a second, you wrap your arms around her body and rest your head on her chest. The sound of Hanji’s heartbeat has always been the most calming sound in moments like this, your heart always getting in sync while her hands gently brush through your hair.

For an instant, you could feel a simple smile curling up on your lips and, as quickly as it came, it disappeared. A sigh escapes the brunette’s lips as yet another tear leaves your eye, landing on the strap of her bra. 

“I’ll kill him.” She whispers, fingers never once stop travelling through your hair. “I will absolutely murder his scrawny little short ass self.”

Not being able to hold it in, a burst of laughter resonates from your body, filling the once dark and empty room. The atmosphere feels lighter as you now wipe away tears of amusement, but suddenly you come to a realization, “Wait… who are you calling short?”

She looks into your eyes for a second, confusion taking over her features as she opens her mouth multiple times, trying to comprehend what you are talking about, “Levi?” and as soon as his name leaves her mouth, she bursts out laughing while a pout takes over your face.

“You just realized we are the same height, didn’t you?” You ask, a long sigh leaving your lungs as she falls off the bed, her body slamming against the hard floor, closely followed by an extremely loud bang. Rolling around as she clutches to her stomach, you prop your back against the wall once again, resting your weight on the half-bent pillow.

“YOU TWO ARE THE EXACT SAME HEIGHT!” She yells, bursting out laughing yet again. You try to keep a straight face but the sounds she is making fills your heart with an immense surge of love and joy. 

A smile curling on your lips while Hanji’s eyes meet yours, the light coming from her lantern contrasts with the brown orbs that stare at you. They emanate the warmth of the sun and, at the same time, it reminds you of the earth beneath your feet, so full of life. 

Shifting your body, you place your left hand on the edge of the mattress, prompting your body up to look down at her, your eyes never leaving hers. 

Laughter dies in her throat once she feels your now cold fingers touching her skin, a shiver traveling through her body as she nuzzles her face against your digits. Slowly, you place them on her chin, quietly moving her face closer to yours.

Your shaking breath comes close to her, hitting her face gently. In seconds, you close the distance between the two of you, Hanji’s lips touching yours in a manner you’ve grown used to, she always causes the butterflies in your stomach to travel further into your body.

As her tongue softly touches yours, the hairs on the back of your head stand up and your heart decides to skip a beat. Gently, she bites your lower lip, pulling it towards her and, in a second, letting it go but not giving you enough time to miss her.

Hanji’s hand rests on the edge of the bed while your palm transfers your body heat to her. Her nose bumps against yours as she shifts her head and you can’t help but allow a simple giggle to escape. Opening your eyes for a second, you notice a light shade of red taking over her cheeks.

A full-blown smile now takes over your features as she continues to plant gentle kisses along your teeth and chapped lips. After a few seconds, she pulls away, leaving behind a painful void but both of you need a second to catch your breath.

“Lay with me.” You say as you look into her deep brown eyes, not a question or an order, but simply a pledge. Flashing you a smile of her own, she stands up, signaling with your hands for you to move closer to the wall, which you happily and quickly oblige.

While putting your pillow down in its original position, you turn to face the wooden surface on the side of your bed as you feel Hanji’s body pressing against yours, hips touching her groin as you destroy any inch of distance between you. Her hand wraps around your waist with care as she nuzzles her face in your neck..

“I love the way you smell.” She whispers against your scalp. You giggle quietly, brushing your fingers alongside her arm, feeling the texture of the usually invisible hair that rests on her skin.

“What do I smell like?” You ask, the volume of your voice matching hers.

“Home.” Is all Hanji says, and that is all you needed to hear.

Paying close attention to her breathing, you feel your eyelids getting heavier. The wind outside rushes through the trees and enters your window, blowing out the candle that once illuminated your room. 

“Thank you for helping me calm down.” is the last thing to leave your lips before the room falls completely silent again. Hanji’s grip on you tightens for a second, a signal that she is quietly saying “you’re welcome”, all the air leaves your lungs as you giggle one final time.

A wave of calmness washes over you as you shift your legs around gently, pulling the blanket over yours and Hanji’s bodies while focusing on the contrast of the cold fabric against your warm skin. The figure behind you lets out a satisfied sigh before adjusting her hips.

Gasping slightly, you take your right hand towards her head, lacing your fingers with her brown locks and carefully detangling them, with barely any success. You can feel her breath touching your bare neck, the smell of her skin surrounding you and you can tell everything will be ok.

Her legs are a few inches longer than yours, to the point where your feet rest close to her ankles. She has never said anything, but you know it amuses her to think about jokes revolving your height, even if they never make their way out of her mind.

A smirk on your lips, you decide to focus on the feeling of Hanji’s body on yours as you succumb to a well-deserved, deep sleep in the arms of the one you love. Any desire to move has left you and all you can do is enjoy her presence.

Tomorrow will be a better day, just by waking up next to her, but especially because you will help her get revenge on Captain Levi for making you cry. She always finds the most caring and hilarious ways to defend you.

And that is what you love most about her.

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Idiots II Draco Malfoy x Reader

This drabble is part of my 800 Follower Celebration!

Summary: Enemies to Lovers. During the 6th year, you slowly realize with the help of Amortentia how you truly feel for the Slytherin. When you go to tell him, it’s too late.

Requested by a lovely anon: “hi! could i request a draco malfoy x reader enemies to lovers with dialogue prompt #20 - “i love you idiot”. thank you!“

A/N: This was supposed to be 500 words lol. I hope you like it! It’s a little angsty. I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed, it’s supposed to be a short drabble. I had a lot of fun writing it though and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Words: 1.3k Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader Warnings: angst

It started in your first year, even before you were sorted into your house. Walking into the Great Hall, you could barely keep your mouth closed as you absorbed the wonders and beauty that suddenly surrounded you. The flying candles, the stars on the ceiling, the laughing students at the four long tables – you knew instantly that this place would become a second home for you.

As you kept marveling at your surroundings, you didn’t notice the group had come to a stop. You made another long step forward and – bumped right into the person in front of you. A small, blonde boy spun around.

“Watch your steps, idiot!”, he spat out and glared at you.

This was the first interaction you ever had with Draco Malfoy – and also the moment, you both began to hate each other. Malfoy liked you almost as much as Potter and when he wasn’t annoying him, he was bothering you. He loved pranking you; insults written on small notes kept flying onto your desk during classes, right after he made fun of your hair or face or whatever else he could think of on that day. You weren’t any better though and kept doing the same things to him. On top of that, the two of you constantly competed in school against each other and when you joined the Quidditch Team, things got even worse.

Your friends always used one word to describe the two of you: annoying.

Things changed in your sixth year. Suddenly, Malfoy seemed distracted and stopped caring about your stupid fights. Even though, you didn’t want to admit it – his behavior bothered you. No, it was the lack of attention that bothered you.

“Why aren’t you happy that he stopped?”, your friend asked you one day. “You hate him, right? So what’s up with the sudden obsession? Are you in love with that idiot or something?”

You laughed at her. What a ridiculous idea! Just the thought made you feel uncomfortable. However, it didn’t leave you and so you started watching him during meals and classes. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way he hardly ate anything at all, how his eyes always seemed to wander around as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Malfoy was always on your mind. Merlin, at some point you even started to dream about him.

Were you worrying about him? No, absolutely not. Never would you worry about that idiot. Because if you did that, it meant you could feel more than just hate for him.

 ***

One day in January, your thoughts trailed off once again during a particularly boring Potions lesson as you watched Malfoy from across the classroom.

“Y/N,” you friend whispered and nudged with your elbow.

“What?”, you asked when you snapped back into reality. She pointed to your teacher.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Slughorn called your name. “Is there a reason why you seem rather distracted today?”

You straightened your back immediately. Oops. “I’m sorry, Professor,” you apologized.

“Hmm,” he made. “Why don’t you come to the front and smell this potion for us. Did you hear Miss Grangers explanations?”

“Uhm, yes, sure,” you stammered and walked over to the cauldron.

Slughorn didn’t believe you. “What do you smell then, Miss Y/L/N?”

Slowly, you leaned forward and sniffed cautiously at the liquid. You frowned. “I can’t smell anything, Professor.”

Slughorn raised an eyebrow. “Please, try again. Be honest with us.”

Again, the same thing happened. As you leaned forward the overwhelming scent of an all too familiar cologne hit you and you wrinkled your nose. “I’m sorry,” you said when you got up, a little more annoyed now. “But I can’t smell anything when Malfoy stands so close. Seriously,” you looked in his direction. “Try using less cologne, it’s disgusting.”

The class was quiet for a few seconds. Malfoys eyes widened and his friends started to grin, while nudging him with their elbows. Then a few girls started to giggle. What was going on?!

“It’s Amortentia, Y/N,” Hermione whispered to you. “It shows your deepest desire.”

Oh.

 ***

To say the rest of the lesson was anything less than a complete humiliation, would have been a lie. Everyone kept grinning at you, making sly remarks, no matter how hard Slughorn tried to get the students to concentrate.

Despite your embarrassment, the words didn’t leave your mind.

It shows your deepest desire.

Malfoy was supposed to be your deepest desire?! No, something must have gone wrong. It simply couldn’t be. Right?

When hours turned into days and days into months, the answer began to seem more and more blurry. Malfoy completely started to ignore you. A part of you was glad, at least he didn’t make fun of the incident. Another part however, slowly began to feel hurt by the way he was so distant all of the sudden. The utter hatred you had felt for years faded more and more and one night when you almost started to cry after he outright refused to work together with you on a Transfiguration project, you finally admitted to yourself: maybe you did feel something for him.

“Tell him,” your friend advised you when you told her in frustration. “It doesn’t matter how he reacts, it’ll end this whole charade and give you reason to move on. Tell him.”

You knew she was right – and so you did.

You left the common room, searching the whole castle for the Slytherin. It was weirdly quiet tonight. After about forty minutes you was on your way to the Astronomy Tower when suddenly you heard some commotion. Did someone scream? No, it was probably just Peeves again. Then you finally found Malfoy. He practically ran around the corner, bumping into you.

“I have to talk to you!”, you exclaimed, reaching for his arm when he wanted to pass you. When you finally got a glimpse of his expression, it made your blood freeze. Pure fear was written all over his face, there were tears on his cheeks.

“You have to leave!”, he hissed and pushed you into a dark corner.

“What no, what happened?”, you asked him anxiously.

“Leave and hide!”, he whispered, turning his head as if he was looking for something – or someone. “You can’t be here.”

“No, Malfoy, I have to –”

“No!”, he interrupted you. For the first time, he looked into your eyes and suddenly his voice softened. “I know. Amortentia.”

You swallowed hard.

“Now, leave, please,” he squeezed your arm. You hadn’t even realized he was still holding onto you. “They will kill you!”

Just the way he said this made you believe him. The temperatures seemed to have dropped a few degrees and a shiver ran down your spine. “Who will?”, you whispered.

He didn’t reply but turned his head when he heard footsteps coming from the Astronomy Tower. Someone was coming. Fast.

“It’s too late, stay hidden,” his voice trembled. “I will lead them into another direction.” With that, he took a step back. “We probably won’t see each other again but that’s not too bad, right? We could never stand each other anyways, right?”

Right?

You felt as if you were choking, yet no tears were starting to run down your cheeks. You were too confused, too scared. What was happening? All you wanted was … “I love you, idiot,” you croaked.

Malfoy began to walk backwards, more tears streaming down his face. His eyes kept glancing to the stairs. Whoever was coming down, had almost reached them. Then, right before he turned around he sent you a small smile filled with fear and desperation. “This can’t happen, Y/L/N.”

A loud laugh caused you to flinch and then a black-haired woman appeared, followed by a few men. With terror, you noticed the Dark Mark on her arm. She screamed something but you were too distraught to understand it.

“This way,” you heard Malfoy say. “It’s a shortcut.”

***

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[catboyshinsou]

sick headcanons!

anon request: i love your writing smmm !! 🥺 can i request mha sick hcs where they take care of the reader when they don’t feel well 🥺 you choose who !! <3333

a/n: sorry it took so long <//3

pairings: Kaminari, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Monoma x sick,g/n!reader

warnings: none rlly, mention of throwing up in monoma, slight manga spoilers

can be seen platonically and romantically <3

kaminari:

Tbh i think he’d be quite Useless

Just rlly panicky n stuff bc what the fuck does one do with a sick person???

*walks into your dorm* “hey y-n wanna- WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK TERRIBLE”

*you in a blanket and not having enough energy to be offended* “i think i’m dying” “y/n WHAT”

He’d try his best regardless tho

He goes to sato and helps with doing something soothing and welcoming

On his way back to your dorm he passes aizawa and tells him you’re sick in THE worst way

“Oh yeah Aizawa-sensei, y/n is dying-” “THEY’RE WHAT”

Kami would definitely storm into the room with him and be just as worried

What if it was something really serious??? Like the plague?????

They find you just laying in bed, sniffling and groaning

Turns out it wasn’t the plague and just a bad flu

Flu with its whole jazz, you had a fever of 38C and you could barely move

Aizawa got you excused from classes for about a week and left again

Kami just stood there with his soup and went “oh thank god you're not dying”

like i said i think he'd be useless but try his best

he checks up on you every half hour either in person or via text during classes

he brings you stuff like blankets and foods even though you can't taste any of them or have any type of appetite

but! thanks to the fridge in your room you just had snacks for about… forever

he gave you extra attention too

sometimes he'd just sit on the ground and talk about his day and theories while you just laid under your blanket

you appreciated it though

except for aizawa, sato and tsuyu nobody came over and even they just came in every few hours

kami stayed for hours on end and even tried to convince aizawa to let him sleep over so he could “watch over you” incase you “stopped breathing”

it's not like you slept much when he was around anyway, nights were not ideal for a good rest on a sick day

it was endearing seeing him lay on a futon on the floor and poking you when he had to get up for class

he leaves notes and stuff to make sure you didn't get worried

did he do anything to make you feel better physically? not rlly

did he lift your spirits and make you feel less lonely? most definitely

kirishima:

hear me out

this boy is an angel when it comes to caring for people

when he got into the whole essentially self care stuff he also knows what's best for others

he was probably one of the first to notice you being ~off your game~

whether in class or just yknow vibing, he'd tap your shoulder and softly “you okay man?”

he calls everyone dude and man and bro no matter gender or anything he's just that into the manliness stuff

and yes he puts you in essentially self isolation more for yourself than for others

“your body needs to rest y/n! can't properly get better if everyone keeps bothering you!”

he calls you every night tho and he has aizawa bring you stuff when he checks up on you (he's allowed because he's the teacher ofc also as long you're a UA student like one of your legal guardians which is like a dad and dads can see their kids sick right?)

stuff ranges from just bowls of soup to compresses to the handmade ointment against a sore throat to like socks he knitted or something his parents sent in bc he told them you were sick

yes this boy tells his parents you're sick

i mean someone probably told yours but like twice the parents means twice the comfort!

alternatively if your parents are *cough* he'd tell his parents and put you on the phone with them because everyone needs some parental love from time to time (don't act tough about it, he's gonna make you cry and tell you how manly you are for doing so)

when you're back on your feet he probably still treats you like you're about to fall over for like two or three days more

he praises you for how well you did during your essential quarantine and when you say you didn't do anything he says some cheesy stuff about manliness

“bro i'm so proud of you for getting through it!” “i didn't do anything kiri-” “don't say that! it takes so much energy and manliness to keep in self isolation and get better, you did amazing”

tokoyami:

i love birds

also look at baby toko he's so cute

do birds get sick?

anyways

tokoyami is like.. helpful but tries to be undercover about it

he's not gonna ignore you or anything

he's the type to like silently nudge teachers into your area so they could see you were clearly sick and send you back to the dorms to rest

but he'd never actually ask you or tell anyone

it would ruin his whole ~vibe~

dark shadow tells him to tell someone and he rlly does especially if he sees you struggling through it in class but he's also just not great at talking with people so a nudge or “secret note” will have to do

it does work, you're in your dorm right before combat training because mic had sent you up and excused you

mic is sweet he said he'd send aizawa up when he finds him but that you should rest

he also tells you that you have some really attentive friends

you're at this point just letting the sickness take over you so you have no idea what he just said (you heard him but the words just didn't register in your brain)

you get into bed and the first thing you do is sleep through afternoon classes

tokoyami is only at 50% today and so is dark shadow

tokoyami swears he isn't worried, the teachers are capable of taking care of you in an appropriate manner so that you will recover in no time

dark shadow on the other hand is all gittery and doesn't wanna focus on anything but you

off topic but i just think dark shadow is tokoyamis way of showing emotions or well like… like his internal thoughts? not like his internal dialogue but ya know his feelings

so he can act all goth and dramatic but dark shadow is a good way of still giving some of his feelings an output

back to you

so training is over and so is your nap

but you wake up to pillows, stuffed animals, blankets and more pillows surrounding you

half of them weren't yours either

they laid around you like some kind of pillow fortress jusy surrounding you and making sure you didn't hit your head on the wall or fall from the bed

it kinda felt like a nest- oh

you tried getting up, your head almost immediately flinging uoh back into bed but you needed to see if a certain someone would come back in to build the nest

“dark shadow, be quiet we don't want them to w- oh you're up”

tokoyami came in with more stuffies and an extra blanket like it was a siberian winter and your rooms only source of warmth was an almost dying candle

“are those yours?” you asked half asleep, your head absolutely booming

you could barely keep your eyes open, that's how exhausted you were but you made an effort to smile at the bird and his shadow

“uh no, yaomomo-san insisted on making some blankets for you and hagakure-san, ashido-san and uraraka-san gave me all their stuffed animals when they heard i was paying you a visit-” “but the blue star blanket and teardrop pillow are from fumi!! he brought them from home because he can't sleep without them!!” “DARK SHADOW!”

you only chuckled before breaking out in a cough again

aizawa came in some time after and had a hard time finding you under all the blankets and stuffies and even offered to tell the class to stop bothering you

but you just laid there all cozy and told him to let them be

“it's how he shows affection, it's nice”

monoma:

oh so the 1A student got sick??? huh??? I thought 1A was invincible hUUUUUUH??? *manic laughter*

coughs

anyways

so basically the two hero courses are more “in tune” after the joint training

they often have dinners together and it isn't rare to see kendo come over with monoma and tetsu^4

she came over to hang with the girls and tetsu had training sessions with kiri

nobody rlly knew why monoma tagged along though

all he did was spout about how average everything is for the “superior hero course”

he did secretly like the classes growing together more though

he'd sit on the couch with you and occasionally laugh about something else other than his team beating yours during joint training

one day he came in and didn't see you at your usual spot

“ehhhh??? where's the only tolerable person in this course??”

used to his lowkey insults deku pointed you out at the dinner table, head resting on your hand and looking over some homework

“y/n what are you- oh my god you look horrible”

“thanks monoma, you're as nice as ever”

your face was drained of any colour, eyes heavy lidded and you could barely control the pen that scribbled over the paper

he tried grabbing your wrist but pulled back immediately

you were way too hot and the fact that he noticed by grabbing your wrist meant that it was more than just a high fever

“is 1A that incompetent that they couldnt even notice their classmate falling sick??? can you guys do anything but trouble???”

“shut up monoma, we tried getting them to bed but they insisted on finishing up first and there's nothing in the world that can get y/n away from what they've put their head to”, kaminari yelled from the living room space

how were you gonna get anything finished if your head was falling off your shoulders if you didn't hold it up

class 1A really was incompetent

“sato-san, give me a hand”

sato, who was currently cooking up dinner, just held out his hand and some type of chocolate bar which monoma grabbed and ate up

“this is incredibly sweet, i don't know how you do it”

it's become like half a routine for monoma to copy quirks for whatever reason

kiri and tetsu used it to determine which quirk was handier

uraraka’s quirk made cleaning up after a game night easier

it was training for all of them

monoma could train his copy and the others could measure how much they've grown from his reaction to it

anyways

sato’s quirk kicked in and he lifted you up over his shoulder

“monoma!” you could barely lift your voice, faintly kicking

before you knew it he placed you on your bed in your dorm and sighed

“you're lighter than i thought”

“i think i'm gonna throw up”

so you hurled into your garbage can

monoma held back whatever there was to hold back

(he was very much disgusted but even he knew that this wasn't the time to let any type of negative emotion show)

“jolly gees y/n, what did you have for breakfast?!”

you laid in bed as he passed you a water bottle

“you need to drink something, you lost a lot of water”

“awe caring for me, monoma?”

“this is for general health, y/n. i would never as much as care for anyone, especially not a brat from 1A. who even knew that any of you could fall sick huh?! weren't you supposed to be superior to the rest of us??!”

he said all of that while putting a blanket on you and opening the window for fresh air

“god you 1A fools really are incompetent!”

he went into your bathroom and soaked a small towel in water

“i'm only doing this so you don't infect anyone. god you could cause an epidemic at UA and in the end 1b would fall victim to you as well! this is all just for the general well-being!”

you didn't even hear what he was saying anymore

with a half empty bottle next to your head, you slept peacefully

monoma let out a deep breath when he saw you

“i'd never care for anyone in 1A, i'm better than that…”

he whispered those words to himself

(he did care)

[milkybonya]

In THE DaRk

order 004 for anon: large coconut milk tea (In THE DaRk by BOBBy) with regular tapioca pearls and fresh taro

Warnings: food mentions

Pairing: idol!Hui x delivery worker!reader

Summary: you deliver food to cube ent. and end up becoming friends with Hui, an idol who's at the peak of his career... but he finds himself falling for you even as his songs rise on the charts :")

Word count: like maybe 3k?

[a/n]: i love this request because i love this song and writing it while listening to the song on loop in the dark of my room just made me so happy? also i put wayyyy more effort into this than necessary and it turned out super long >.< i'm so sorry anonnie i hope you like itttt ahhh

Shine, you shine on my existence

Sure, Hui was an idol with a life of his own - especially now, during Shine promotions, that his group, PENTAGON, was blowing up. Yet he never failed to make time for you, because you were the light of his life.

As a hardworking idol who was always cooped up in his studio and skipping meals, his members encouraged him to at least order food. He was reluctant but eventually agreed, not wanting to make them worry.

That's where you came in: a delivery worker at a local restaurant not too far from Cube entertainment, Hui's company. A lot of people ordered from your restaurant to Cube, so you weren't surprised when a new order flashed on the iPad screen at your workplace.

"We've got another delivery, [y/n]," the worker at the front told you with a smile, walking to the back to tell the cooks what to prepare.

You tapped your feet against the ground, awaiting the order. Once it was prepared, you carefully placed it in your delivery bag, fastened it to your bike and off you went, wearing a helmet of course.

The gentle breeze was enough to cheer you up and give you energy, despite the scene around you being full of traffic and slightly bleak.

Once you arrived, the guards let you in without even checking your workplace ID this time, recognizing you as a trusted delivery person.

You made your way up to the floor listed on the order, roaming through countless hallways until you finally found the right room. Judging by the area and the doors, it seemed to be full of studios.

The person who ordered this must be working hard, you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, you got an urge to leave a note, wishing the person well. You took out a scrap piece of paper and a pen that you always had handy, your heart racing and your hands shaking at the thought of doing this. You were excited at the idea of the person being happy to see such a cheerful note...

I hope you enjoy this meal and that it gives you enough energy to keep working hard :) Go for it!

After neatly placing the food and note at the door, you knocked and walked away, not wanting to bother the person. Even though you didn't turn your back, you heard the door open a few seconds later.

"Thank you!" a voice echoed through the hall.

You turned quickly to say ‘you’re welcome’ in response and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a young idol hard at work. His hair was messy and he had dark circles under his eyes, but his mismatches clothes and bright smile were quite cute.

You thought that would be the last you’d see of him, but from that day onwards, he always ordered food from your restaurant at the same time: 2:09pm. Why so specific? You weren’t sure, but that’s how it was, and you being the only delivery worker at your restaurant meant that it would always be you taking the food to him.

The second time you went, you were surprised to see a note waiting on the door for you.

Thank you for your cheerful message... I’ll do my best to work harder!

It made you smile and you decided to leave another note with his order, this time just asking him what his favourite side dishes were so you could tell the cooks to put more of those in next time. Instead of him leaving a note for you with the response, though, Hui decided to text you this time so he wouldn't have to wait for you to make another delivery before you could see his response.

Unknown: This is Hui! Ah, I ordered food from you at 2:09pm? I'm not really picky on side dishes, but one of my members likes kimchi, so could you make sure to leave more of that for me?

You: sure, of course! but how did you get my number?

Hardworking Hui: Ah, sorry! It was on the app since you're the delivery worker... for me to contact you in case you get lost? I'm sorry!

You: No, that's okay! i just wanted to be sure ^^

So after that day, you made sure Hui always got extra kimchi with his order. He would always greet you at the door of his studio, quickly asking about your day and how you were doing. Truthfully, he actually wanted to ask you to come inside so he could talk with you some more, because the two of you would always get an interesting conversation going before you declared you had to leave.

Since he was too shy to ask you in person, he texted you, instead.

Hardworking Hui: could you get the rest of the day off after delivering my order today?

You: why?

Hardworking Hui: so you can eat with me? if that's okay? or just take an hour off!

You: ...

You: Only if you pay for my food :P

Hardworking Hui: deal

So that day, you asked your manager for the hour off from 2:30pm to 3:30pm. She agreed, knowing that you always work hard and deserve a break.

Showing up to Hui's studio with his usual order and some food for yourself in your hands, you knocked a little nervously this time, knowing that this wouldn't just be a delivery, but a whole... hang out? Type of thing?

Hui had made sure to clean his studio to the best of his ability, making sure that there was another comfy chair for you to sit on and that the room didn't smell bad or anything. He lit a couple of candles and vacuumed the place so there would be no dust. When you knocked on the door, he jumped out of his seat with excitement, immediately opening it.

"Hi! Come in," he said, holding the door open so you could step inside. Seeing the cosy, dimly lit space left you in awe.

"It's so cool to see where you've been working away for all this time," you said, sitting down on a chair and putting the food down.

"Yeah... sometimes I get tired of it, but it's home," Hui said, sitting on his studio chair and opening up the food.

"Ah... where's the kimchi?" Hui asked, pointing at all the dishes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I told the cook to include my favourite side dish too, but he must have just replaced the kimchi with this instead, I'm so sorry!"

Hui laughed, shaking his head.

"It's completely fine!" he said, handing you your favourite side dish.

As the two of you began eating, you were able to get to know each other more as you spoke and asked each other questions. Even though it was a little silly asking for each other's favourite colours and seasons, it was a lot of fun, and the two of you turned out to have a lot in common.

Tears are erased by my emotions / Add, add colour to the world

After that day, you weren't just a delivery worker for Hui, and he wasn't just a customer to you. The two of you became close friends, attending the concerts of your favourite artists together. Hui would joke and say that he was attending for work reasons, trying to gain musical inspiration, while you had no real reason to be there. You'd slap his shoulder lightly, telling him to watch his words while he'd laugh at your reaction.

Even though his work was stressful at times, it was days like those that seemed to make him cry in reverse, if that was even possible? You showed up and turned his world around, adding colour onto his black and white canvas.

His members even told him that he seemed more cheerful and energetic despite still working hard in the studio, and Hui even told you that his songwriting process seemed to be running more smoothly.

"I'm so glad we became friends," he told you, leaning his head on your shoulder one day as the two of you sat on a park bench. You smiled, strongly agreeing with him in your own heart.

But do you remember when I mentioned Shine promotions at the beginning of this? Well, let's skip forward to that point.

By then, you had seen Hui and his group perform quite a few times, whether it was at concerts, music shows or even on the TV at your home. You were incredibly proud of him and wanted nothing but for him to succeed.

Every time Hui found you in the crowd at any of his live performances, he'd feel some kind of crazy adrenaline rush as all of his tiredness just seemed to magically disappear. He'd perform as if rent was due just because you gave him the energy to do so.

"Was [y/n] watching us again?" Hyunggu asked backstage after another performance for Shine ended safely.

"Yeah, I saw them there!" Hongseok confirmed.

"Plus, you can tell by the way Hui is acting," Yuto laughed, nodding towards Hui who was frantically texting you asking you if you'd left completely.

You told him you were still at the venue, and he begged you to come backstage. When you arrived, you greeted all of the Pentaboys, who adored you almost as much as Hui did, before joining Hui at his makeup table. You greeted the makeup artist too, out of respect, before asking Hui why he needed to see you so urgently.

"We might win today... I just wanted you to be by my side as good luck," he explained, a clearly worried expression on his face.

It was a shock to you that despite Shine doing so well on the charts, Pentagon still had not gotten their first win, but you knew they were an amazing group, regardless.

What you doing now? What's your plan now?

You placed your hand on top of Hui's, which rested on his own thigh.

"Hui, I know you haven't been getting all the wins you've been expecting, but we can't deny that this song is absolutely a bop and you have all been killing it!" you told him with a smile.

You couldn't tell whether or not your words had any sort of effect on him because he was looking down, but you hoped they at least didn't make him feel worse.

The rest of the Pentaboys cheered hearing your words though, feeling energized at your honest observation.

Hui was looking down because his stomach was tied in knots at the feeling of your hand on his. It was something he'd never felt before... butterflies? He tried to shrug it off but he couldn't stop wondering about your intentions... did you place your hand over his for a reason? What were you trying to tell him? What were you planning?

Inside my brain, after making a place for you / You make it impossible for me to sleep

That night, Hui still couldn't stop thinking about your simple gesture. You didn't mean anything by it, right? It was just a friend comforting a friend... the two of you had been friends for a while now, so why was he thinking into this so much?

As feelings of sleepiness took over, he drowsily wondered what it would be like to hold your hand rather than to just have his hand underneath yours. What would it be like to be held by you?

-

The next day, with more promotions ahead, you made sure to send Hui a text of good luck. You wouldn't be able to watch from the live audience that day, since you had work and deliveries to carry out, but you still wanted him to know that you were thinking of him.

Hui couldn't stop staring at your message of good luck for the whole day, pressing his finger on the heart emoji that you added at the end of your message.

"Hui hyung, are you reading something?" Wooseok asked the leader, sitting beside him on the sofa in the waiting room.

"Huh? N-no," Hui quickly said with a laugh, tucking his phone away.

"You've been staring at your phone all day... what is it, is it a fun webtoon?"

"No, no! Don't worry about it," Hui laughed, ruffling the tall boy's hair.

Wooseok whined, yelling about how the stylist just did his hair. Meanwhile, Hui's heart was racing. Why had he been staring at your text message all day?

You: I'm thinking of you today, Hui! Go get em, good luck <3

Are you thinking of me in this dawn? / I wish there was a continuous portal from my room to yours

Again, that night, Hui couldn't stop thinking about you. This time, it was about the message you'd sent him. He still had it open and was staring at it. He wondered if, when you said you were thinking of him, did that mean you were thinking of him right then and there too? At the same time when he was thinking about you?

Were your sleepless thoughts filled with him, just like his were filled with you-?

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Shit.

He'd been staring at your text and holding his phone so tightly that he accidentally pressed the call icon next to your name.

"Hello?" you answered sleepily. It was 3am and you had been asleep.

"H-hello? [y/n]?"

"Yes, Hui, what is it?"

"I uh..."

He desperately tried to think of an excuse for calling you, any reason-

"I wish there was a portal that went directly from my room to yours."

Really, Hui? Was that the best thing you could think of?

His heart raced and he smiled as he heard your laugh on the other end. He didn't realize he'd balled his other hand into a fist until your laughter made him calm down.

"What are you saying, Hui?"

"I miss you..." he mumbled.

Despite being sleepy, his words still made you nervous. Your heart raced and you wondered what he was trying to tell you.

"I m-miss you too," you croaked out.

"Really?" Hui asked you, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, really," you said, laughing. It wasn't a lie, either. You'd been watching all of his performances on your phone that day while working, almost falling off your bike because you were that invested. In him.

"Do you wanna meet up now?"

"Now?" you spluttered.

"Yeah... by the Han River?"

You paused for a while before answering.

"Let's do it."

Even if I breathe in the cold air / It feels sweet, so sweet

"AHHH IT'S SO COOOOLD!" Hui yelled into the night air, rubbing his arms and running around in circles beside you.

"Here, take my coat," you said, but instead just wrapping your arms around him.

Hui tensed up, wondering if your arm that was wrapped around his chest could feel his heartbeat.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Providing you with warmth," you said.

You also felt butterflies stirring within you, realizing that maybe you saw Hui as more than just a friend. Yet you shrugged it off, telling yourself that Hui was an idol and you were just a delivery worker.

You can't know my pathetic feelings / Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain / I'm invisible to you

Hui stayed quiet, closing his eyes tightly and enjoying the feeling of being in your arms on this cold night. He knew this embrace wouldn't last and that maybe it wouldn't happen again, because in his mind, he was invisible to you. Just a friend who you goofed around with, but all of your jokes made his heart rush.

The two of you ran around the grassy banks of Han River together, laughing into the night and chasing each other like kids. Each time Hui caught up to you, he'd wrap his small frame around you so tightly that it made you lose your breath. You told yourself it was just because you were running so hard, but it was definitely something else.

As the sun was beginning to rise and the two of you were finally in your homes, trying to get some sleep, Hui imagined what it would be like to confess to you. What if he confessed right there and then when you hugged him by the Han River? What if he told you how much he likes you and... what if you felt the same? What if you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him right there as the river reflected the starlight from the sky...? What if Hui would drop his phone in shock but would kiss you back more passionately?

No, Hui. No.

If I ever want you to feel the same / That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven / 'Cause you are angel

There was no way any of that would ever happen. There was no way you would ever like him back, at least for Hui. You were way too good for him, an angel on this planet full of demons and sinners.

Little did he know that you were also squinting at the sun, struggling to get some sleep as you thought of the way Hui would press his face into your chest every time he caught up to you at the Han River as you chased each other for fun. His bright smile and gentle laughter made your heart feel like the Han River itself, gently flowing along but filled with such a refreshing feeling.

After another week of intense Shine promotions, Hui feeling all sorts of emotions as Shine continued to soar while his feelings for you also grew, it became unbearable. The two of you would talk late into the night, whether it was sending texts because Hui was busy working or whether it was phone calls. Hui thought about you every second of every day and always missed you a ton.

Please know that I like you / I just want to be there for the rest of your life

Hui asked you to meet him in his studio one evening, as he knew your work schedule and knew that you were free. You agreed, slightly confused as to how he was making time to meet with you despite being so busy.

"Hui, I'm here!" you sang, opening the door to his studio and finding him sitting there in his chair, looking especially cute as his hair was slightly ruffled and he wore a big, comfy hoodie.

"[y/n], I have to tell you something," he said, with a slightly sad smile.

"Yeah, what is it?"

You grew worried, but decided not to make a fuss over anything just yet.

"So, for some time now.... well, of course we've been good friends, and I don't want this to ruin that if you don't feel the same..."

He sighed mid-sentence.

"Gosh, I don't know why I'm rambling," he said with a laugh.

You instinctively laughed along.

"Well, [y/n]. I like you... a lot. I know it's pathetic for me to feel this way when I don't even deserve you, but-"

"You like me?" you cut him off.

Hui nodded in response, looking slightly red now.

Nervous and absolutely bewildered, you starting laughing to yourself, making Hui worry if he'd said something wrong.

"Hui, I... I like you too, what the hell?! And here I was thinking I was pathetic!"

"You're not pathetic at all!" Hui said, grinning widely and bright red in the face upon hearing your answer to his confession.

Both of you nervously smiled at each other for some time before Hui broke the silence.

"I know... it may be hard to date me... well no, it will be hard to date me since I'm an idol, but I promise I'll give this my everything. It's a given, because of how much I like you and how lucky I am for you to even date me-"

"I never said I was dating you," you joked.

"What?" Hui asked in shock.

"I'm joking! Hui, it's okay. We'll get through these difficulties together, whatever they may be," you said, holding half of his face in your right hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Hui leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

"You're right," he said, before turning his face and pressing his lips to your hand.

[teddy06writes]

The Phantom Of The Opera AU

requested by this anon: “Okay so I know you’re a musical kid so you have probably listened to/heard of Phantom of the Opera. Picture this: Dream as the Phamtom x Fem!reader as Christine x Sapnap as Raul”

Dream x Fem!reader and Sapnap x fem!reader (with dream as the phantom and sapnap as Raul)

trigger warnings: death, dream being a low key creeper, maybe some swears, my general lack of knowledge of this musical

premise: Phantom AU, not neccicarily the full story, its mainly what I’ve seen/read/listened to that I think is important, and like eight of the songs. Ummm, I feel like the summary above is enough for you to get the general idea.

(y/l/n)- your last name

“blep” regular talking

“Belp” singing

When things are in counterpoint, regular text will be (y/n), (text in parenthesis is sapnap), and {bracketed text is Dream}

if you, like me are unfamilliar with the story, this is the summary that arrived in my inbox last night (thank you so much to the person who sent that by the way, it really helped)  

“So basically phantom of the opera is a love triangle between 3 people, the Phantom (P) x Christine (C) x Raul (R). C and R were childhood friends until R had to move away. C grew up in the Opera house with her dad (deceased) as a music writer. C grows up getting “private” singing lessons from P ( he is literally talking to her through a vent ((Among Us omg)) or something idk). Fast forward into the future to present day. C is a ballerina at the opera and one day, the phantom makes the set malfunction so that the lead female opera singer (she’s a jerk. Forgot her name) can’t preform and C has to preform as the lead instead. Coincidentally, the night Christine sings as the lead is the day R comes to see her show and R is like “ooWooga she be fine now ig”. R and C catch up after the show and R goes away for a minute and then P is like “aight C imma kidnap you for a sec with no purpose whatsoever to the plot except for a cool song” and then C returns to her normal life ig. P them sends stuff to the people in charge of the Opera saying “ayo C be pretty fine, let her be the lead again” the people in charge of the opera were like “nah fam, let’s have the person who was supposed to be the lead be the lead”. Upset by this, during the show, P broke the chandelier and it fell into the audience. C is like “I love you uwu” R is like”let’s get engaged” C is like “let’s keep it a secret so the crazy P guy doesn’t find out” and little did they know during that conversation P was hiding and overheard everything and is now sad boi hours. A masquerade happens and P shows up like “ayo I heard you trynna steal my boo” and R is like “nah she my boo” and they duel or whatever. Idk how it transitions to this but the Opera runs another show and they make C the lead to not upset P. However, during a love song (Past the point of no return, it literally slaps), C realizes that the person singing isn’t the original actor, it is P! And then P straight up kidnaps C after the song, takes her to his lair and is like “boo you gotta marry me or I destroy the opera house with everyone inside it” C is like “fine ig” P takes off his mask and reveals he is hiding burn marks and he kisses C and C kisses back. P is like” my mom never even kissed me” and P let’s C go, telling her to go marry R... or you can just watch this video lmao https://youtu.be/4a5nahw3zi8″

On that note, here we go:

{that only goes for the final scene where its all three, it varies otherwise}

{Things I have learned while preparing this story, 1. the actual phantoms name is Erik, like what a nerd, 2. he’s also not actually a ghost??? He’s literally just some creeper who lives in an opera house screwing with people; also yes Eret is the strict lady who yells at everyone and talks to the phantom, deal with it}

{pls send me more musical au asks I really liked doing this, even if it took me a while}

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The ravenous applause of the audience seemed to echo in your ears, even after you had left the stage. 

You’re debut as the female lead in Hannibal had been a smashing success, and as the rest of the chorus girls backstage were saying, it was all thanks to the Phantom scaring Hannah off.  

Niki practically ran up to you from the rehearsal room, “(y/n) that was incredible!” 

You grinned, “Oh I feel like I’m floating Niki! Thank you for volunteering me for the role.” 

“Don’t thank me, Thank whoever's giving you those lessons,” She bumped her hip against yours, grinning cheekily, “And if what the girls are saying is true you’ll have to thank him for getting Hannah out of here.” 

You chuckled, but before you could say anything else Madame Eret was approaching, knocking the end of their cane of the ground, “Miss Nihachu, you are a dancer are you not?” 

Niki nodded. 

“Then get back to rehearsal,” he waited until Niki hurried off to turn to you, “He is most pleased with your performance, here.”

You took the note from him, reading over it quietly, “Red scarf..... the attic.... little lotte?” 

She simply shrugged, leaving you to turn and head up your dressing room. 

As you changed out of your costume from the show you couldn’t help but hum the song that had earned the most applause, “Think of me, think of me of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.” 

Reaching around you found your dressing gown, pulling it on and tying up the front, “Remember me, once and a while. Please, promise you’ll try...” 

Your words faded off as your sat down at your vanity, beginning to brush out your hair. 

“Where is your red scarf Miss (y/l/n)? I hope you haven’t lost it. Not after all the trouble I went through to retrieve it for you.” 

You turned to see a tall dark hair man standing in the doorway, a grin spreading across your face as he continued, “I was only 14 and soaked to the bone...” 

“Because you ran into the sea to fetch my red scarf!” You exclaimed, jumping up and flinging your arms around him excietedly, “Sapnap! How I’ve missed you!” 

He chuckled, pulling away, and offering you a single red rose, “(y/n)... Little Lotte let her mind wander...” 

“You remember that too?” You asked with a giggle. 

Sapnap smiled and kept singing, “Little Lotte thought: am I fonder of dolls,” 

“Or of goblins or shoes?” You joined in, “Or of riddles of frocks, or chocolates.” 

“Those picnics n the attic...” He reminisced. 

You closed your eyes, remembering those long ago days, “Father playing the violin.” 

“As we read each other those dark stories of the north.” 

“No what I like best, little Lotte said, is when I’m asleep in my bed,” You sang, “And the angel of music sings songs in my head!” 

“The angel of music sings songs in my head.” He repeated softly. 

You smiled at him, an excited fond feeling forming in your stomach as you sank back into your chair,  “Father said, when I am in heaven child I will send the angel of music to you. Well now father is dead, Sapnap. And I have been visited by the angel of music.” 

“Well that is very evident,” He chuckled, taking your hands, “Your performance was wonderful. And now, we shall go to supper.” 

“Oh- sapnap I can’t, the angle of music is very strict.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the urgency in your voice as he laughed again, “Well I shant keep you up late.”

“No- Sapnap, things have changed-”

“You have to change,” He interrupted, “And I have to grab my hat. Two minutes little lotte.” 

As he went out the door you cried after him, “Sapnap! Thing have changed Sapnap!”

But he was out of earshot, and the voice that had become so familiar to you was booming, “Insolate boy! This Slave of fashion basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing my triumph!”

“Angel I hear you! Speak, I listen! Stay by my side and gude me!” You begged up to the ceiling, “Angel my soul was weak! Forgive me! Enter at last master!”

“Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in the shadow I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am their inside!” 

The voice sounded closer now, and you couldn’t help but look around, “Angel of music! Hide no longer!” 

You turned again, finding yourself face to face with what seemed like a mask, floating in your mirror, “Come to me, strange angel!”

“I am your angel! Come to me angel of music!” 

A shadowy figure seemed to appear behind the smiling mask, a hand outstretched to you. In a daze you stood, grabbing his hand and allowing him to lead you away down a dark pathway.

“Who’s voice is that?” Sapnap asked, knocking on the now closed door, “(y/n) who’s in there?” 

“Come with me angel of music!” Dream, the Phantoms voice echoed again. 

“(y/n)!” 

~~

“In sleep he came to me, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name!” You moved quietly through the passages, following Dream, “And Do I dream again? for now I find, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind!” 

“Sing once again with me our strange duet! My power over you grows stronger yet! And though you turn from me to look behind, the phantom of the opera is there! Inside your mind!” He sang, turning back to make sure you were following once more.

The walls of the tunnel seemed to widen, and you could almost make out an empty candle lit space. 

You reached out, fingers almost brushing the edge of his cloak, “Those who have seen your face draw back in fear! I am the mask you wear..”

“It’s me they hear...” 

As you emerged into a cross roads of the tunnels, you sang in tandem, “Your (my) spirit and your (my) voice in one combined, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your (my) mind!” 

He helped you into the boat that waited in one tunnel, before casting off, propelling the boat down the slow moving current, “In all your fantasies, you always knew the man and mystery...” 

“Were both in you....” You sang softly as the boat came to dock in a wide chamber.

Slowly you climbed out of the boat after him, looking around the dank space, and at the organ in the corner. 

Dream pulled off his cloak, “And in this labyrinth where the night is blind..”

“The Phantom of the opera is there! Inside my mind......” 

~~

As the people downstairs argued, you tried to think over what had happened. Was it a dream? It didn’t seem like it, but still, a man appearing in her looking glass? Taking her away and singing words of praise, words of love, words that made nearly no sense now that it was day, and a haze covered your memory. 

The one thing that remained clear was the monster she had found beyond the mask.

All too soon it seemed you were being rushed into rehearsals, being told you no longer had a speaking role, as Hannah had returned, and was back to her diva ways. 

Rehearsals that would normally drag on seemed to go quicker now, and soon you and the rest of the girls were getting ready for the performance. 

“This is ridiculous,” Niki muttered as she adjusted her costume, “You should be playing the duchess, not Hannab.” 

“Hannah is the featured soprano. She’s always the lead.” You retorted. 

“But how will Sapnap know to look for you in the chorus?” Niki teased.

You elbowed her, laughing lightly, “Shut up. Besides I doubt the phantom would let him see me again.”

The show had gone well, at least until the fifth scene. 

All the music stopped abruptly as a voice boomed, “Did I not instruct that box five was to be left empty?”

“He’s here: The Phantom Of The Opera!” Niki cried from offstage. 

Your head jerked up to turn and look at the audience, “It’s Dream!” 

“Your part is silent, you toad!” Hannah snapped. 

From somewhere up in the audience Dream frowned, “A toad Madame? Perhaps it is you who is the toad...” 

Hanna opened her mouth to continue on her script, but no sound seemed to come out, save for what was close the a croak. 

The men who had bought the opera house, Wilbur and Tommy were coming rushing down from their box, “Ladies and gentlemen we apologize! The performance will continue in ten minutes time, with Miss (y/l/n) as the duchess!”

Tommy nodded as Wilbur finished, “And for now, we will give you the ballet, from act three of tonight's show!” 

The ballet didn’t last long, as when you returned to the wings dressed for the new role you had been given, someone let out a horrified scream.

“What the-” 

You were cut off as you looked up to see Shlatt, the stagehand in charged of the curtains, hanging from the rigging, a noose fully tightened around his neck. 

“Ladies and gentlemen remain calm! It was just an accident- remain calm!” Someone shouted. 

Through the darkness you could make out Dream’s menacing figure, the smiling mask watching you threateningly as you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that had ripped at your throat. 

“(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright?” Sapnap had run down onto the stage in all the chaos. 

“We- we have to get out of here,” You choked, grabbing his hand, “We aren’t safe here.” 

He didn’t seem to understand the reason behind your panic, but even so he offer you his arm, “Lets leave then.” 

~~

Twenty minutes later you ended up in an empty park, the panic that filled your chest not yet fading as Sapnap asked, “Why have you brought me here?”

“We can’t go back there!” You exclaimed. 

“But we must return.” He gripped your hands, “Darling their bound to be missing you.” 

You shook your head, “Sapnap- He’ll kill you! His eyes will find us there!” 

“(y/n), don’t say that! It’s okay (y/n), it’s okay!” 

You looked up into the darkened sky, “No it’s not- no it’s not- Those eyes that burn!” 

“Don’t even think it!” He cried desperately. 

You couldn’t tell whether you were trembling from fear, or from the cold, as you sang, “And if he has to kill a thousand men....” 

“Forget this waking nightmare!” Sapnap insisted. 

“....The phantom of the opera will kill.” You sang distractedly. 

He gripped your shoulders, “This phantom is a fable, (y/n), believe me!” 

“And kill again....” You shuddered at the idea of Dream doing anything to Sapnap. 

Both of you sang, “God who is this man, who hunts to kill? (this mask of death?)

“I can’t escape him!” You cried. 

He shook his head, “Whose voice is it you hear...”

“...I never will!” 

“With every breath?” 

His grip on your shoulders tightened, pulling you closer to him as you both sang, “And in this labyrinth where light is blind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside my (your) mind!”

“There is no Phantom of the Opera!” 

“Sapnap- I’ve been there, inside his world of never ending light! To a world where daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness! Sapnap I’ve seen him!” You cried. “Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever escape that face? So distorted, disformed it was hardly a face!  in the darkness, darkness. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound in that night there was music in my mind And through music my soul began to soar! And I heard as I'd never heard before!” 

“What you had was a dream and nothing more!” 

You could hardly look up at him, “yet in his eyes was all the sadness in the world! Those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore!” 

“(y/n), (y/n)!”  Sapnap exclaimed. 

“.....(y/n)......” A different voice seemed to cry into the night. 

You gasped, pressing yourself against Sapnap, “What was that?” 

He hugged you tightly, before pulling back and singing gently, “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears. I’m here, and nothing can harm you, my words will warm and calm you.” 

You relaxed into his grip, listening to his quiet voice, “Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears, I’m here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you.” 

“Say you love me, every waking moment. Turn my head and talk of summer time,” You looked up at him, biting your lip, “Say you need me now and always, promise me that all you say is true, that's all I ask of you.” 

“Let me be your shelter, let me be your light, you are safe, no one will find you. Your fears are far behind you.” He assured you, smiling softly. 

 “All I want is freedom, a world with no more night. And you to always be beside me, to hold me and to hide me.” You admitted. 

Sapnap’s smile grew wider, “Then say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time. Let me lead you from your solitude. Say you need me here, beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n), that's all I ask of you.” 

“Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time,” You repeated, “Say the word, and I’ll follow you.” 

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning.” You sang together as he leaned down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Say you love me?” 

He smiled, whispering, “You know I do.” 

“Love me- that's all I ask of you.” You both sang, before he leaned in to gently press a kiss to your lips, “Any where you go, let me go too. Love me- thats all I ask of you.” 

Sapnap kissed you again, before pulling away, “We could go anywhere- we could be married! You would marry me, yes?” 

“Oh, yes, Sapnap, yes I would. If you’d have me.” You nodded, eagerly. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You couldn’t help but giggle, before turning back toward the direction of the opera house, “I must go back, they’ll wonder where I am. Wait for me Sapnap!” 

“(y/n), I love you!” He exclaimed. 

“Wait for me, Sapnap. Order your finest horses and being waiting by the door.” You could go back, and continue working at the opera house, there was nothing left for you to fear while Sapnap was there.

“And soon you’ll be beside me!” He chuckled.

You grinned, “To guard me and too guide me!” 

Sapnap offered you his arm again, and you headed off out of the park, toward the opera house. 

Slowly, Dream slinked from the shadows where he had watched the proposal, “I gave you my music, made your song take wing. And now your repaid me, denied and betrayed me.” 

He groaned running a hand through his hair, “He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing. (y/n)- oh (y/n)-”

He was cut off by the sounds of your voices drifting down the street, Say you’ll share with me, one love, one life time, Say the word, and I’ll follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning.”

Dream’s hands flew to his ears, desperate to block out the sounds- he had been so sure that you could’ve loved him, but now Sapnap was stealing you away. 

“You will curse the day you did not do, all that the phantom asked of you!” He bellowed. 

~~

The following weeks at the opera house were a blur of panic masked by busyness, Wilbur and Tommy refusing to let the disaster of the chandelier falling from keeping the company from working on their next performance. 

You kept on working, the ring on the chain Sapnap had given you around your neck helping you to feel safe, even as the chorus girls cited the Phantom for the cause of all the distress. 

Now you were back in your dressing room, getting ready for dinner with Sapnap.

“Wander child, so lost, so helpless,” A soft voice seemed to drift down from no where, “Yearning for my guidance.” 

You looked up at the ceiling, “angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it their staring?” 

“Have you forgotten your angel?” The voice murmured, Dream appearing once again in your mirror. 

You turned to him, almost in a trance, “angel, oh, speak, what endless longings, echo in this whisper.” 

Sapnap, having arrived to the opera house appeared in the door, watched as you moved toward the phantom. 

“Too long you’ve wandered the winter...” Dream continued to sing, hand outstretched to you. 

“Once again she is his.” Sapnap sang, as you started to cross the room toward the mirror where the phantom stood. 

“...far from my far reaching eyes.” 

“Wildly my mind beats against you....” You sang, transfixed. 

Behind the mask Dream grinned, “You resist. Yet your soul obeys.” 

“Once again she returns, to the arms of her angel. Angel or demon? Still he calls her, luring her back from the grave. Angel or dark seducer? Who are you strange angel?” Sapnap sang, again, more to himself than you or Dream. 

Dream beckoned you forward again,  “I am your angel of music, come to me angel of music!”

“Angel of darkness, cease this torment!” Sapnap exclaimed, moving into the room properly and drawing attention to himself. 

Dream unbothered, continued to sing, “I am your angle of music! Come to me angel of music!” 

“(y/n), (y/n) listen to me! Whatever you may believe- this thing, this man is not your father!”  Sapnap yelled, “(y/n)! Let her go! For gods sake let her go!” 

Jarred by his sudden yell, you turned, the trance broken, “Sapnap...” 

Dream, unimpressed, began to clap, deadpanning, “Bravo monsieur. Such spirited words.” 

“No more tricks monsieur!” Sapnap yelled, stepping forward to put himself between you and Dream. 

“Oh, but that's not any fun. Why don’t you come closer, sir? Keep coming this way.” 

Sapnap, not liking to be challenged, stepped forward, “You cannot win her love by holding her prisoner!” 

“No- Sapnap don’t!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him back. 

He nodded resolutely, gripping your hand as you both moved toward the door, “Lets go then, no more time will be spent with this monster.” 

“Don’t go!” Dream wailed as you hurried away down the hall, “Now let it be war upon you both!” 

~~

Something was going wrong, of course it was, because when was it not?

Your entrance in Don Juan Triumphant had gone according to plan, but the man who had stepped out as Don Juan was not George, as it should have been.

You steeled yourself, trying to come up with a logical reason.

George must have gotten sick, and a stand in had taken his place, yes that must be it.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances, the games we played till now, are at an end.” The man sang, “Past all thought of ‘if’ or ‘when’, no use resisting, abandon that thought and let the dream descend.”

Your panic seemed to rise, the double meaning in his words filling you with dread.

“What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire locks the door? What sweet seduction lies before is? Past the point of no return, the final thread hold. What unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.”

You moved carefully to your next mark, trying to work out who it was in George’s place, “You have brought me, to the moment when words run dry, to the moment when speech disappears into silence, silence.

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why, in my mind I already imagined, our bodies entwined. Defenseless and silent, now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I’ve decided, decided.”

You just barley stopped from trembling as you realized, it was Dream, “Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right and wrong. One final question: how long should we two wait, before we’re one?”

“When will the blood being to race? When will the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us?” You finished, taking an only slightly shaky breath.

The phantom grabbed your hand as you both sang, “Past the point of no return, the final threshold. The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn, we’ve past the point of no return!”

Everyone in the audience seemed to hold their breath, they too knew that this was not George. The cloak that had hidden Dreams mask fell, and they gasped upon seeing the plaster smiling face.

He grinned behind the mask, and punctuated, “Say you’ll share with me, one love, one lifetimes lead me, save me from my solitude.”

The words stung even before he pulled out a ring, holding it out to you, “come with me, or this whole place will come down upon us.”

Slowly you looked to the audience, Sapnap was standing in the isle, looking worried.

You couldn’t let him get hurt.

You nodded reluctantly, as he continued, “say you want me by your side anywhere you go let me go too, (y/n) that’s all I ask of-“

Slowly, you reached up, pulling the mask off his face, revealing the terribly scared face to the world.

The gasps turned into horrible screams as a curtain was raised, and Georges body tumbled onto the stage.

Almost immediately Dream flung his cloak around you, disappearing.

Sapnap ran up onto the stage, along with the crew, police officers and other patrons.

“Sapnap! Sapnap you’ve got to come with me!” Eret cried, rushing out onto the stage.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Sapnap!” They yelled again, “I know where they are!”

“But can I trust you?” He demanded.

She nodded, “yes, and remember, keep your hand up at eye level.”

“Why?”

“Punjab lasso.” Was all he offered in explication as he led Sapnap away.

~~

Soon enough Sapnap was creeping through the shadows of the phantoms layer, watching as he tried to place a wedding veil on your head, “Too bad pity comes to late, turn around and face your fate, an entirety of this before your eyes!”

You turn to face him, looking up at the mess of scares that cover his face, “this haunted face holds no horror for me now, it is in your soul that the true distortion lies.”

The phantom turned suddenly, to Sapnaps hiding place, “Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come And now my wish comes true— you have truly made my night!”

“Free her!” Sapnap yelled, stepping into the light, “do what you want to me but let her go!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” Dream laughed at you.

“Sapnap it’s useless!” You cried.

Sapnap shook his head, “I love her! Does that mean anything To you? I love her! Show some compassion!”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” Dream retorted.

He reached out toward you, “(y/n), (y/n), please let me see her!”

Dream grinned maliciously, “be my guest.”

Sapnap rushed forwards, as Dream contiued to taunt, “Monsuier, i bid you welcome, did you think that I would hurt her? Why should I make her pay, for the sins which are yours?” 

As he finished the last words the Punjab lasso came sailing out, and Sapnap barley had time to fling his arm back up as he was dragged back, the only thing keeping him from hanging being the fingers he’d wrangled between the rope and his neck. 

“No!” You cried, struggling to your feet. 

“Order your fine horses now!” Dream yelled, “Nothing now can save you, except maybe... (y/n).” 

You stood, shaking as he turned to you, “Start a new life with me- buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me now and send your lover to his death! This is the choice, this is the point of no return!” 

“(y/n), forgive me, please forgive me, I did it all for you, and all for nothing.” Sapnap sang, looking at you desperately.  

At the same time you turned toward Dream, “Farewell my fallen idol, and my false friend, one by one my delusions shattered.” 

“Too late for turning back, too late for prayers and useless pity!” Dream sang.

“{all hope of cries for help, no point in fighting!} (say you love and my life is over, either way you choose, he has to win!) {for ether way you choose, you cannot win! So do you end your days with me or do you send him to his grave?}”

“Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Sapnap yelled. 

You looked between them desperately, “Angel of music..... {past the point of no return!} (For pity’s sake (y/n) say no! Don’t throw your life away for my sake!) Who deserves this? When will you see reason? {The Final threshold! His life is now the prize you must earn! You’ve passed the point of no return....}”

You looked at Dream, no longer trying to hide the fear that coursed through your veins, “Angel of music, you have deceived me, I gave myself blindly to you.” 

“You try my patience! Make your choice!” Dream yelled. 

Looking back at sapnap for a moment you stepped forward, whatever it would take, you would keep him safe, “Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, you are not alone.” 

Reaching out, you took the mask from his hand, tossing it to the side as he moved closer to you as well. 

Before you could hardly blink he was kissing you, and with little more than a second thought you kissed back. 

Sapnap watched, in partials horror, until the phantom drew back, shaking as he whispered, “No one has ever kissed me- not even my own mother.” 

You nodded, and then suddenly Dream began to move across the room, grabbing a knife from somewhere as he stalked up to Sapnap.

He paused for a beat, and you could feel the terror in the room- until he slashed at the rope, and Sapnap fell the ground. 

You rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, “Sapnap! oh Sapnap!” 

“Take her,” dream wailed, “Take her and forget me, forget all of this! Leave me alone- forget all you’ve seen....”

Sapnap struggled to his feet, holding you close to him as he backed towards the channel. 

“Take the boat, leave me here, go now, please!” 

The sounds of the mob looking for Georges murderer seemed to grow louder as they grew closer.

“Hurry! Now before its too late!” Dream yelled. 

Sapnap hurriedly started to help you into the boat, but you pulled away, moving back to the Phantom, long enough to hand him the ring. 

Then you were off, turning to Sapnap as the current carried the boat away, “I’m sorry Sapnap- I couldn’t let him hurt you- I couldn’t!” 

“Shhh. It’s alright (y/n), it’s alright. He can’t hurt you anymore.” He murmured, pulling you into his arms.

“Say you’ll share with me, one love one lifetime.” You sang shakily.

Sapnap nodded, “Say the word and I’ll follow you.”

“Share each day with me, each night, each morning...” The sounds of your voices traveled back up the tunnel for Dream to hear. 

He sighed, looking resolutly into the distance, “You alone can make my song take flight- It’s over now, the music of the night!”