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osarina · 2 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 I WISH I WAS YOUR GIRL

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: you don't know why dazai has suddenly become so standoffish with you the last week—there's something that everyone isn't telling you, but you can't even bring yourself to make that your biggest concern. you're just so at your limits with the back and forth with him that you can't concentrate on anything else. mishima is hosting a ball is this evening and you think that this is it: if things are going to happen between the two of you, it'll be tonight or it'll be never. you can't wait forever on someone who's just going to string you along the rest of his life. you won't.

(wordcount: 6.3k; fem!reader, sfw but a bit of tension, angsty)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: hihihihiiiiiii guys ^.^ happy friday. we've gotta angsty fic for tonight. i fear this one does not end happily but TRUST the universe does <33 but angst is necessary to move the plot forward. the price you pay for a happy ending is an angsty path there. specially dedicated to my beloved sophie who hates angst <33 happy birthday luvr

You are severely unhappy.

You finished getting dressed almost an hour ago, but you still haven’t left your room. You’re sitting at your vanity staring at yourself—you’ve changed your jewelry three times already, and you’re about to change it a fourth. It’s not that you’re not satisfied with how you look, it’s more that you’re just frustrated and fidgety.

More than that, you’re upset. Dazai hasn’t spoken to you in a week, and you don’t even know why. It has something to do with the incident that happened a week ago with the child called Kyusaku, but you’re not sure what because you don’t know what was real and what was concocted by the child’s ability after you were affected by it.

As much as Dazai likes to pretend to be aloof and unbothered, he’s easily worked up by small things, and he’s been upset with you before, but never like this. He’ll usually sulk where he knows you’ll see him and wait for you to ask him what’s wrong so he can use the opportunity to guilt you into watching a shitty movie or going out to buy him snacks.

But this? Radio silence. He came up to your apartment once when you weren’t here to do his laundry and was gone before you got back. You don’t even know where he’s been staying, because you went looking for him at the shipping container and he wasn’t there. You don’t know what happened. You guys were good, more than good—you really thought that maybe the two of you were making progress past this awkward more than friends, not lovers stage, but now it’s back to square one. Worse than square one, because at least at square one, he was still talking to you.

A low whistle comes from the entrance to your room and you raise your eyebrows as you look up in the mirror, catching sight of Chuuya leaning against the doorframe, head tilted to the side as he observes you. He’s already dressed up—out of his normal outfit and in a sleek black suit instead, he looks different without his hat, but you don’t even have it in you to make a teasing comment about it. You can’t help the disappointment that clogs your throat at the sight of him: you’d still been holding out hope that Dazai would show up.

“I forgot how nice you cleaned up,” Chuuya murmurs. “It’s been a minute since we attended an event together.”

You turn in your seat to face him, eyes roving over his form once before you say, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your hat. I almost thought you might be balding beneath it.”

Chuuya instantly rolls his eyes as he pushes himself off the door frame to make his way over to you. You give him a simpering smile as you look up at him, but you can tell it doesn’t reach your eyes from the way he frowns at you. He reaches out to straighten the necklace you’re wearing and then holds a gloved hand out to help you up, ever the gentlemen.

Even though it’s unnecessary, you still take it and sigh as you rise to your feet, smoothing out your dress once you’re upright. You look up at him and ask, “I take it you’re the one escorting me tonight.”

“Don’t sound too pleased,” Chuuya replies dryly, holding out his arm for you. You sigh as you hold his bicep loosely, making your way to the elevator. “He still hasn’t talked to you?”

“Not once,” you answer bitterly. “I thought for sure he would get over whatever his problem is to be my escort tonight, but I guess not. I don’t even know what happened, Chuuya. I feel like people just aren’t telling me something.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, your gaze is cutting to the side to observe Chuuya’s reaction. He grimaces instantly and averts his gaze, and you take in a deep breath, realizing you hit it right on the nail. What the hell are they hiding from you? You know now isn’t the time to get into it, but you make a note in the back of your head to do some snooping as to what really happened during the incident last week.

“Interesting,” you say, just to let Chuuya know that he needs to work on his poker face. He catches the implication and sends you a scowl, but you only raise your eyebrows at him with a small smile, waiting for the elevator to come up to your apartment. “He’s not coming tonight at all then?”

“No, he’s coming,” Chuuya corrects absently and the smile on your face freezes.

“Is that so?” you ask tightly. “Who is he attending with then?”

Chuuya gives you a long, knowing look as the elevator gets to your floor, holding it open and waiting for you to step in before joining you. You’re tense as you wait for his answer, and you know he’s getting back for the balding comment with how long he’s taking to give you it.

“No one,” he finally says, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Chuuya barks out a laugh. “Jesus, you’re so embarrassing—get yourself together. Who the fuck would actually be his date? No one wants to get within ten feet of him.”

You give Chuuya a withering look and then reply primly, “I would.”

“The entire Mafia knows that,” Chuuya says dryly, making your face hot. “You make me sick.”

“Likewise,” you scoff and pointedly look away from him. After a few seconds pass, you ask, “Are you sure he’s not bringing anyone?”

Chuuya groans. “What would it even change if he does?” he asks, which does not settle your nerves at all. “You’re just going to work yourself up thinking about it.”

“It changes whether or not I’m going to have Akutagawa Ryuunosuke on standby to eliminate a potential threat to Dazai’s life,” you say with a sweet smile. “Assassins come in many forms, but most frequently in dates at big events. We shouldn’t take that risk with our most valuable executive, naturally.”

Chuuya’s jaw drops as he fully turns to look at you. “Sometimes, I wonder why you like that fucked up bastard so much, and it’s only very rarely that I’m reminded that you’re just as evil as he is.”

“I’m kidding,” you complain, waving him off. Although, now that the thought is in your head, it’s becoming increasingly more appealing. “I think.”

The elevator doors slide back open and Chuuya holds his arm out for you again. You take it, lifting your hand to wave at Hinata, an older man who's been working with the Port Mafia since longer than you’ve been alive. He ran with Hirotsu in the Black Lizards before he was hurt on a mission and put on desk duty—you stole him from Mori when you came back from Kyoto. On paper, he’s just your doorman, but he’s helped you a lot with mission planning the past year and a half; you honestly contribute half of your success to his experience.

“Good luck tonight, hime, Nakahara-san,” Hinata says as the two of you make your way out of the building.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and toss your head to the side to look back at him with a smile. “Hinata-san, you should come and be my date instead of this bum.”

“Why am I always catching strays from you?” Chuuya scowls, but you ignore him as you flutter your eyelashes at Hinata, who only laughs at you.

“I’m far too old for that to work on me, hime,” Hinata replies. “I’ll have the scout reports from Sapporo ready by the time you get back tonight.”

“My hero,” you sing. “Thank you.”

You wave at him one last time before leaving the building with Chuuya. As soon as you’re out of sight, your smile drops and Chuuya gives you a concerned look, stopping before the two of you can get in the car so he can turn to look at you head on.

“Do you think he’ll show up with someone to spite me?” you ask quietly.

You know Dazai—he doesn’t like feeling wounded, so when he does, he lashes out tenfold. He gets cruel and vicious, and because he’s Dazai, he knows exactly what to do to make people hurt more than he does. You don’t know what you did to upset him, but it has you on edge now because it will hurt if he shows up with someone else, knowing that you were waiting for him back at your apartment.

Chuuya says your name quietly, and because it’s not an immediate ‘no’, you know that he knows that Dazai might very well stoop that low to hurt you. You swallow thickly and look away—it’s fine. You’ll act unbothered, you have an appearance to keep up and that’s more important than anything. And anyway, it’ll hurt him even more when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants from you.

“Hey, look,” Chuuya says, forcing your attention back on him. “Dazai’s being a fucking dick, alright? But what else is new? You look beautiful—make him regret that you’re not coming in on his arm, yeah?”

You smile softly and look away before saying, “It’s unnerving when you’re sweet.”

You don’t have to look at Chuuya to know he’s rolling his eyes at you. You hear him open the car door for you and sigh as you look back over to him.

“C’mon,” he says. “Let’s go.”

———

As always, your entrance is something to marvel over. It never fails to be the highlight of the night, and it’s only more of a spectacle when you enter on the arm of Nakahara Chuuya.

Lingering looks in your direction, wary stares in his—you’re grateful that he came to escort you, because if you’d come alone, you would’ve swarmed with suitors as soon as you got down the steps. Chuuya is not quite as much of a deterrent as Dazai would’ve been, if only because Chuuya won’t actually kill someone in the middle of Mishima’s ball and nobody can ever be sure of what Dazai is capable of, but his presence and reputation will keep unwanted annoyances away for most of the night at least.

By the end of the night, they’ll get more desperate for a conversation, and only Dazai and Mori himself are capable of keeping them away from you at that point, unless Chuuya steps up his game, of course, but he has as much of an appearance to keep up as you do. You’re not looking forward to it—your eyes keep darting up to the ticking clock, knowing each passing second draws closer to suffering.

You didn’t even want to come tonight. You weren’t going to come, you’d gone to quite the lengths trying to fake being sick, and you thought you succeeded until Mori messaged you this morning telling you that you could either come to the event or go deal with Shikibu Murasaki’s little stunt in Sapporo that has your biggest weapon supplier backing out on your next shipment. Since he knew very well you didn’t want to deal with that, the only option was to come to the ball—someone must’ve ratted you out to him, but you don’t know who. You almost think it must’ve been Chuuya, because Dazai hasn’t spoken to you in over a week.

You still haven’t seen him, which you suppose is a good thing because if he was going to shove in your face that he came here with someone else, then he would’ve done it by now. You aren’t even sure if he’s here; you’ve tried to keep an eye out for him, positioning yourself in a way that your gaze can always stray to the edges of the room in hopes of catching sight of him, but you haven’t seen him at all in the three hours that you’ve been here.

You’re standing with Chuuya and two of Mishima’s daughters now. Noriko keeps trying to shift closer to you, lashes fluttering and lips curled up into a soft smile. Usually, you would entertain the girl—she’s pretty, and at the very least, makes for entertaining conversation, which is more than you can say for the rest of the Sun and Steel upper echelon, but you’re so occupied with Dazai that she can hardly hold your attention for more than a few seconds.

“I haven’t seen him at all tonight,” you say quietly when Mishima himself comes over to your small group, a stern expression on his face as he beckons his daughters over before giving both you and Chuuya an apologetic look. “Have you?”

“No,” Chuuya says, taking a sip of his champagne as he leans against the wall. “I know he said he was coming though.”

Your expression twists in annoyance as you take in a deep breath. Your glass is empty, and usually, there are people circling to keep them full—your old mentor always used to warn you not to fall for the trap. The hosts of events always like to liquor up the attendees; drunker you are, the looser your lips, and you’re usually quite careful to keep it to one drink and never finish your second.

Tonight, you are on your fifth. Dangerous work, because you’re still going to have to entertain people when they inevitably start coming up to you—which is any minute now, you can feel the lingering stares and you can see how people are creeping closer. But you’re just so bothered by everything with Dazai that every time you finish a glass, you’re seeking out the next to try to numb your nerves.

“You know something,” you accuse quietly, giving Chuuya a cold side-eye. He stiffens, but neither confirms nor denies, which is a confirmation in itself. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“I can’t,” Chuuya says tightly, and you raise your eyebrows because you expected him to say ‘it’s not for me to say’ like he usually does when he feels like you should hear something from someone else. He can’t, does that mean… “I just…”

“You can’t because you’ve been ordered not to,” you realize, face shifting in confusion. “Mori ordered you not to. What happened during the incident last week, Chuuya?”

The expression that crosses Chuuya’s face is haunted, and it makes your mouth dry, because what the hell happened and why is no one telling you the truth? You don’t even get the chance to badger him about it, because Noriko and Michiko are coming back over, both of them looking incredibly displeased by whatever their father said.

“He’s so annoying,” Noriko complains, immediately clinging to your arm and resting her head against your bicep dramatically. “You two are so lucky that you don’t have parents to helicopter you like he does.”

You and Chuuya immediately exchange a look at her words, and even Michiko cringes a little, but you otherwise don’t react beyond just trying to not roll your eyes. These girls are so out of touch with reality that it’s almost concerning, but they, more than anyone else at this event, have loose lips that you like to take advantage of.

“No,” you sigh lightly, “I only have Mori. Somehow, I feel that’s worse.”

Noriko giggles like you’ve said the funniest thing in the world, and you miss Dazai desperately. At least him being here would have Mishima’s daughters acting a little more subdued, would maybe even chase them off. You don’t like how they act around him because you know it used to bother him, but you’re not gonna complain when you could be benefiting from it if he wasn’t being an ass.

She starts to say something else, but before she can, Chuuya’s eyes shoot open as he looks at something behind you. You instantly straighten, turning your head to follow his gaze and your breath catches when it lands on just who you thought would draw that reaction from Chuuya.

Dazai.

He’s finally made his appearance, and you can’t draw your eyes away from him. He never gets dressed up for these events like you and Chuuya do, so he’s still wearing that same black three-piece suit he wears every day, just without the dark trench coat he usually wears over it. He’s leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest and a cold expression on his face as he stares in your direction. He doesn’t meet your gaze, but he does stare at where Noriko is clinging to your arm, lip twitching in irritation; Noriko seems to notice too from the way she lets go of your arm and tries to casually shift away from you, an annoyed look on her face as she does.

You hear her let out a noise of disgust, side-eyeing in Dazai’s direction, and you raise your eyebrows at her pointedly. You know that it was directed toward Dazai’s sudden appearance, but you’re not about to sit here and let that slide, so you turn a cool look onto her in response. Noriko instantly looks down to the ground, an ashamed look crossing her face—not for the disparaging attitude toward Dazai, but for being obvious enough for you to notice it.

You feel a bit more tense now as you force your attention off of Dazai back to Chuuya, who exchanges a short look with you before pointedly glancing over to where one of Mishima’s newer executives, Ibuse Masuji is whispering with one of his colleagues, looking in your direction a bit too frequently for comfort. He’s going to come over and ask you for a dance soon, probably around the same time Michiko starts tugging Chuuya in the direction of the hardwood floor at the center of the room—Noriko won’t ask you now that Dazai is here.

Wonderful, you think to yourself bitterly. You don’t really want to deal with Ibuse tonight, but you suppose you’ll probably get better information from him than Noriko. Noriko likes to ramble about more general gossip—who’s sleeping with who, who’s mad at who, and all of that is useful to an extent when you need to figure out what’s going on with Sun and Steel internal politics, but Ibuse has loose lips about more meaningful matters, and you’ve heard some nerve-wracking rumors about the Red Chamber recently.

The things you do for the Port Mafia.

You straighten your necklace, gaze lifting to Chuuya again as you withhold a sigh. You can see Ibuse starting to make his way across the event hall in your direction, and Chuuya gives you a pitying smile that instantly freezes as his eyes pin to something behind you again. You also freeze, because you know it could only mean one thing.

Dazai is coming over.

You raise your eyebrows at him pointedly, wanting to know whether or not Dazai’s approach is a good or bad one—if he’s coming over to finally address you, or if he’s coming over so he can more blatantly ignore you. Each one is equally possible, and the way Chuuya grimaces and shrugs only makes your anxiety spike more.

But you get your answer as soon as he arrives.

You inhale sharply when you feel Dazai’s fingers brush over your hip as he comes to stand directly behind you. You can feel his chest brushing your back, his presence warm and looming directly behind you. With his sudden arrival, the conversation happening between Noriko and Michiko comes to an abrupt halt, and you can see Ibuse freeze mid-step from where he was drawing closer to you. The two girls avert their gaze to the ground, not acknowledging Dazai, and it irritates you, they’ve never hidden how unnerved Dazai makes them, and though you don’t think it bothers him anymore, you know very well it used to.

Your throat spasms when Dazai’s hand settles more firmly on your hip, and you turn your head slightly to the side to look up at him, breath catching when you find that his gaze is already lidded and focused on you, visible eye far too dark and tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Dance with me,” Dazai murmurs, only for you to hear.

“You want to dance?” you ask, a bit incredulously, trying not to be hyper-focused on how he’s touching you. You don’t know what has gotten into him, but it has your heart racing. “Dazai, what-”

“Dance with me.”

It’s not a request, you realize, taking in a sharp breath as his gaze becomes more intense. You can feel curious eyes on you from around the room; it’s to be expected, it’s you and Dazai. Of everyone here, the two of you always have the most eyes on you at all times, but it’s different now.

Dazai usually keeps to himself during events, he wanders up and down the length of the room, keeping to the edges to observe what’s happening unless he’s looking for information from someone. He really stays true to his moniker, a black wraith haunting the shadows and keeping everyone on edge. You can’t remember the last time he willingly stepped out of them to interact with people, much less engage in things like dancing.

“Okay,” you agree quietly, not even bothering to look back at your previous companions as Dazai’s hand slides from your hip to your lower back, guiding you to the hardwood floor where several other couples are already swaying along to the music being played by the quintet in the corner of the room. “What’s gotten into you?”

Dazai doesn’t answer your question, looking down at you from the corner of his eye for a moment before looking back ahead. He doesn’t have to search for a spot on the dance floor—as soon as people realize that’s where he’s headed, they’re quick to leave a wide berth for the two of you, no one wanting to get too close to the most infamous Port Mafia executive.

Your heart races as he leads you to the center of the hardwood floor. Though you can feel dozens of eyes pinned on the two of you, all you can focus on is him. You can hardly breathe when he turns to face you, one hand resting on your hip while he holds the other out for you to take. You swallow thickly as you place your hand into his. He entwines your fingers with his instead of the traditional palm-to-palm, and he pulls you toward him so that your chests are brushing. You’re so close to him that you catch the faint and familiar scent of smoke and iron and it makes you dizzy.

Distantly, you know that this probably isn’t smart. If people think that you and Dazai are together, it will only be harder for you to get information from them. They’ll be wary around you in fear of him, and you’re not even sure if your ability will be enough to counteract the anxiety he triggers in people. You shouldn’t be risking that just for a dance, but…

But you can never think straight when he’s around, even less when his skin is warm against yours, and the way he’s looking at you… His dark eye is heavy with so many emotions, too many for you to even place a single one—you’ve always been good at reading people, but never him, and now, more than ever, you wish you could. You want to know what he’s thinking. You want to know what he’s feeling. You want to know him, because as much as you claim you do, you know that he masks himself from you. You want to ask him again—what’s gotten into you? Why have you been avoiding me? But you think it’ll scare him off, so instead, you ask:

“When did you learn to dance? Today?”

He’s better than you thought he would be. He effortlessly spins you across the dancefloor. Each step is quick and precise—you’ve had training in this type of dancing, but you still struggle a little to keep up with him. Though, you think it’s less because of your own skill, and more because of who exactly your partner is.

“What makes you think I haven’t known how?” Dazai drawls, voice low and languid, dark eye glittering with amusement. His grip on your hand tightens just a little as he pulls you into a half-spin. He presses when you don’t immediately respond, “Hm?”

“Because you’re you,” you finally answer with a fleeting smile. “So? When did you learn?”

“Tonight,” he tells you. “I’ve been watching them.”

“Hah,” you say—of course he’s this good just through observation. Ever the mirror. “You better not embarrass me.”

“Like this?” he asks with a smile that puts you on edge, and you give him a dirty look when he purposely takes a wrong step, forcing you to overstep in order to not land on his foot. You’re careful to make it look casual—a wider turn rather than a misstep—but with the number of eyes currently on the two of you, you know very well that people probably caught it. His apology comes in the form of an airy, “Whoops,” that you know he doesn’t mean.

His lips curl up into a smug smile, and your breath catches when you feel his hand slide from your hip to your low back so he can pull your body flush to his for the next turn. Your throat spasms as you tilt your head back to look up at him, and again, there’s that unreadable look in his eye as his eyes rove over your face.

“Why?” you finally brave yourself to ask, voice quiet and too breathy for your liking. You don’t specify what the why is, and that’s intentional, this way he can pick what he wants to answer and won’t feel as cornered by the question.

His visible eye narrows for a moment, and then something akin to reluctance spreads across his face, and then resignation. You wonder if he’ll answer, hardly even able to breathe as you wait for him to speak. But after a few tense moments, disappointment hits you hard, because a teasing smile spreads across his lips and you know he’s going to evade the question.

Still, your heart races when Dazai dips you down, lowering his face so that his lips brush your ear as he says, “You looked like you were bracing yourself for a bullet with Ibuse getting ready to come over. Figured I’d rescue you.”

Though the music continues, Dazai doesn’t lift you from the dip. He does pull his face back so that he can look you in the eye. He’s so close to you that you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips and it leaves you dizzy. The look in his eye now—you almost want to dare to believe you know what it is—it’s too close to the same emotion you feel whenever the two of you are curled up on the couch watching a movie. It’s too similar to longing, yearning, the desperate need for more, the desire to be yours just as badly as you want to be his, but you don’t want to get your hopes up when you know he can crush them in an instant.

His gaze drops down to your lips and then drags back up to your face, and you know he won’t kiss you, not in front of all of the eyes currently pinned on the two of you. Not in front of Mori. It’s nice to imagine though.

“Is that really why?” you breathe out, eyes searching his for an answer.

Something new crosses his face—it’s sharp and it’s angry, something that promises violence, not toward you, but toward the one who provoked it. His gaze cuts to the side briefly in the direction of where Ibuse Masuji is still standing frozen in the middle of the event hall, staring at the two of you, and then he looks back down at you, lips tilted up into a wry smile.

“Partially,” he says, but doesn’t give you the chance to question any further, finally pulling you up from the dip to fall in line with the last steps of the dance.

He turns you so that your back is pressed to his chest, palm cupping the back of your hand, fingers interlaced. His free hand slides around to your abdomen, holding your body flush to his. The music slows as the song comes to an end, but Dazai doesn’t release you. You turn your head to the side and tilt your head back to look up at him, inhaling when you find that he’s already looking at you, dark hair hanging in his lidded eye as he watches you.

“Are you… coming home tonight?” you finally ask, voice soft and hesitant.

“I’ll think about it,” he says, but his eye is glittering playfully, so you know that he’ll be home waiting for you by the time you get done at the event. He always manages to leave early—no one has the nerve to try to stop him. He dips his head a bit lower, lips ghosting your ear as he says, “You should thank me, you won’t have to worry about anyone else bothering you tonight.”

He finally lets go of you, your arms fall limp to your side and your breath is a bit too shaky for comfort. He tosses a wink in your direction before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way back toward the outskirts of the room.

And he’s right—for the rest of the night, not a single person dared to approach you.

———

Even though you’re fairly certain Dazai will be there waiting for you, you still hold your breath as the elevator doors slide open to your apartment. Your feet are aching, you hardly got a chance to sit once during the night and you’re ready to curl up on the couch and watch a movie.

As you step into your apartment, you can’t help the way your heart drops when you don’t immediately see him, and you especially can’t help the relief that spreads through you when you realize he’s lounging on the couch, out of sight from the angle you entered at. At once, you can breathe again—you’ve missed him the past week, more than you ever could’ve imagined.

“Hi,” you say quietly, coming to stand at the foot of the couch.

Dazai shed his black waistcoat, his shirt is untucked and his tie is loose around his neck, head resting on the far armrest as he looks up at you with a lazy grin that lights your nerves on fire.

“Hi,” he echoes. “I picked a movie.”

“A good one I hope,” you tell him with a small smile. “Let me go get changed.”

You turn on your heel to make your way up the steps to your bedroom, but before you can get to the staircase, Dazai speaks up again, “Can you even reach the clip?”

You hesitate as you glance at him over your shoulder. You technically can, but… “No,” you reply, and then lie, “Chuuya helped me get it on.”

Dazai’s lips flatten, but he does push himself to his feet to follow you up the stairs. You spare a glance behind you, catching the hard expression on his face as he stares at your back. You raise your eyebrows at him and it instantly washes away, replaced with a teasing smile as he raises his right back at you. You squint at him, but shake your head as you reach the top of the stairs, stepping into your room.

When Dazai steps in after you, you swear the temperature in the room rises.

You turn to look at him, and he tilts his head to the side idly, dark eye dancing with amusement as he slowly approaches you. He looks a mess with how his shirt is untucked and his tie is loosely hanging around his neck, hair tousled from laying back on the couch—he looks a mess, and you’ve never wanted him more.

You’re sick of the back and forth with him—it’s been a year and a half of it and you’re tired—you want to be his, you want him to be yours. Every time you think Dazai might finally make the first move, he ends up taking fifty steps backward for whatever reason. You don’t want to push it because you have a feeling it will only make him even more standoffish. Tonight has been more progress than you’ve made in a while—if you and him are going to happen, it’ll be now or it’ll never happen. Your pride won’t allow you to chase and pine for any longer.

He comes to stand directly in front of you and you think he wants you to turn around, but just when you’re about to, he gives you a sharp smile that instantly has you on edge, and then he lowers himself to his knees in front of you. Your lips part in shock, heart beat stuttering in your chest.

“We should get these off first, right?” he hums, reaching down for the clasp of your heel, knowing damn well the effect he’s having on you from the smug expression on his face. Although you can’t help but notice that his eye is darker than usual, pupil blown wide as he undos the clasp and slides your heel off.

“Right,” you agree breathily, lashes fluttering when you feel the pads of his fingers press against your ankle as he places your foot back down on the ground before shifting to do the same for the other one.

This time, his throat bobs nervously and his fingers fumble over the clasp. When he finally gets the clasp off, he looks up at you through his lashes as he slides your heel off, but he doesn’t rise to his feet right away once he sets your foot down. Your fingers twitch at your side to reach out and brush them against his face, but you refrain, if only barely.

After what feels like an eternity, Dazai finally rises to his feet, and he’s standing all too close to you. You can feel the heat of his body, you have to tilt your head up to look at him and when you do, you can feel his breath against your lips.

“Turn,” he murmurs.

You swallow thickly as you do as he asks, and your breath audibly catches when you feel his fingers brush the nape of your neck as he shifts your hair out of the way. You expect him to tease you, but you realize his breathing is almost as unsteady as yours is, you can feel each puff against the back of your neck and it has your hair on end. Your lashes flutter as Dazai slowly unzips your dress, the cool air of your room stark in contrast to the line of fire left behind with each brush of his fingers against your spine.

When he gets the zipper all the way down, he doesn’t move away, hands settling on your hips as he hovers behind you. You think your heart might race right out of your chest, head foggy and unsteady on your feet.

For a few long moments, neither of you speak.

And then, you make a terrible mistake.

“Why have you been avoiding me the past week?” you ask quietly, desperate for some sort of answer as to what happened between the two of you that made him go cold on you like this. His grip on your hips tightens, and you instantly want to eat your words. “Dazai?”

He doesn’t even deign you with a response.

Your heart is lodged in your throat when you feel his hands drop from your hips and his presence leaving from behind you. You’re cold, your body is, your heart is, and now you really are unsteady without his hands to ground you. You whip around to face him, knees wobbly as you call after him again, but you don’t chase after him—not this time. Bitterly, you think you’ve spent the last year and a half chasing after him and all you ever get in return is him running away.

You watch him disappear down the steps, frozen in place because how did one question ruin everything. For the first time in weeks, you thought you were actually making progress with him and just like that, it’s back to square one. You feel like you don’t breathe until you hear the elevator arrive on your floor, signalling that he’s left.

“Shit,” you breathe out shakily, sitting back on your bed and burying your face in your hands. You can feel all of the champagne you drank earlier in the night threatening to come up and your head feels light. You fumble for your phone, clicking on a familiar contact and gasping his name as soon as he answers the call, “Chuuya?”

“Yo,” you hear him ask, concerned. “You good? Aren’t you with-”

“Can you come over?” you push out before he has the chance to say his name. “I just-I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep waiting. I can’t-”

“I’m coming,” Chuuya tells you when your words cut out into a sob. God, you can’t remember the last time you cried like this. Your whole body aches as you pull your knees to your chest and rock yourself back and forth trying to calm yourself down. “I’ll be there in five. I’m coming.”

You told yourself before that it was tonight or never, and you’re done waiting for him. No matter how badly it hurts to force yourself to move on—you’re done.

You have to be, for your own sake.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu x you #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you

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velaenam · 19 days ago

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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – college au. you go to his frat boy party. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 ; NSFW (18+)!! RAW. NASTY. smut!!, possessiveness/obsessiveness!!, rough, threatening, angst, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; this ones a lil long. i had sm fun writing this. caleb is on 10. im not sorry girlie. enjoy! not proofread.

you weren’t too keen on parties. in fact, you weren’t in the right headspace to be attending any events. you wanted to be home, wrapped up in your bed, watching on your tablet. instead, you’re about to knock on the doors of alpha sigma phi– or whatever theyre called. the only reason why you were here was on the behalf of your best friend, caleb. he had just been so damn busy with finals, and he finally had time to throw a party for the campus to celebrate everyones (hopeful) success. everybody was invited. b.y.o.b. you were 1st on the list, as always, but you were too socially exhausted to even indulge. you don’t even remember why you said yes, and when.

truth to be told, if he had it his way, he wouldve just been celebrating his winnings with you, but he’d promise his frat brothers that they’d do something, since a lot of his time was spent with you.

were you two dating? ‘no! she’s just my best friend!’ he would retort, and some how these one track boys would just agree. they werent like your friends. they didnt relent when he denied it. yours would hawk you down, try and interrogate you (lovingly). maybe its because many women in the campus had the hots for him. you’d occasionally play wingwoman, give their numbers to him, just to be kind. he’d deny them all, no real reason, more playing to the ‘i have to put 100% of my focus on my future’ as if he isn’t organizing a glorified booze off.

as you stand there quietly, the music drowning everything out, the vibrations moving you ever so slightly, your attention shoots upwards, as the door swings open with no care. the sound of laughing and pop music tackle your eardrums. “hey! you’re here!” your best friend exclaimed, not missing a beat, and pulling you inside. you gave him a smile, “hey. its lively in here!” you shout over the music. hes leaning down, a beer in his hand, “WHAT–WAS–THAT PIPSQUEAK?” he shouts back, and you couldnt help but burst out laughing. his gorgeous purple eyes scanning you before he chuckles, “cmon! lemme show you’round!” he drags you around the house, showing you where their poorly but charming attempted dance floor, and the kitchen, where all the snacks and booze were. you could definitely tell there was not an ounce of female gaze in their planning, but regardless, every square inch of this house was bumpin’ with many alike.

you decided to follow his lead, denying the beer he had offered you. he’d lead you to the dance floor, his goofy dancing catching the eyes of the others, especially his flock of fans, men women and the like. you were all smiles, dancing just as silly as he was.

as you spin, your eyes land on her . the girl who hated you with a burning passion. the girl who was jealous of your relationship with caleb. oh she loved this man since she met him in orientation and she hated you the moment you showed up for yours, treating him as your pack mule for all your bags. she just so happens to be running the fan club as its president. how lovely. you wonder what is her deal. you’d never personally spoken to her, and the only times you’ve had were in passing, and she was kind!

it was only for a split second, your gaze immediately disattached hers, and you return to calebs attention. he spins you one more time before the music ends, and everyone disperses to get more drinks or mingle some more. you and caleb laugh in sync, as you both step into the kitchen, and you grab a bag of chips.

“hey, pips.” he starts. “i didn’t wanna mention it but thanks for coming. it means a lot.” he admits, handing you a bottle of water. you nod, supportive, smile widening, “anything for you, caleb.” you crack the bottle open, and as you take a swig, you see her coming into view.

“hey caleb.” she muses, her sweet tone sticking to you like molasses. caleb turns, his smile not faltering once, “hey, jen!” he goes to put his arm around her. something you picked up on. you felt your heart tug, but you ignored it, excusing the fact that you have a slight heart problem.

“i had something i need your help with” a hint of mirth appears across her face, and you couldnt help but let a giggle escape your lips. you wave ‘em off hinting at caleb to go ahead, and he flashes a look of need. to be assured. you gave him a gentle nod, a gentle smile, letting him be sent off with her.

“hey you.”

it’d be 30 minutes by the time you look up from your phone. you notice one of caleb’s frat brother called out to you, and you wave at him, “hey what’s up?” you’d inquire, before he motions you to come with him, “we’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven. c’mon!”

you werent too privy to what 7 minutes in heaven was, but you oblige, a tad bit confused. as he directs you to the upstairs, you could hear a multitude of voices, screaming over each other, ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahhhs’. he opens the door for you, and you step in. caleb and many others sit in a circle, a bottle in the middle.

“pipsqueak!” caleb embarrassingly shouts to you. this causes eyes to fixate on you, and you couldn’t help but fall to a blushing victim. you swore you heard jen whisper something to her lackey, but again, one ear out the other for you.

you take a seat across caleb as he flashes you a sweet little smile. there were many others coming in to join, so you didn’t feel too singled out, “spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you and that person go in that closet for 7 minutes. questions? no? LETS GO!!” frat boys voice booms, causing everybody to hollar with excitement. you laugh, deciding to join in on the fun. ya only live once!

you see the bottle spinning, two people get up and go into the closet. you don’t really hear much, and they come out, both perplexed.

another spin, and another pair go in, their giggles were heard. followed by wet noises. your eyes wide, what the hell were they doing!? the crowd was eating this up. people can do that in 7 minutes? you were both intrigued, and astonished. you really tried not to enjoy how fun this kinda became, but fuck it, you laughed with them.

it was jen’s turn! she flashes a big grin, particularly at you, before spinning. your smile still evident, as it …. lands on you!

you blinked, panic slightly pouring into your internal organs. you gulped, before making your way up, “cmon girl.” she says, a bit invitingly. you really didn’t see any issue so you oblige, guard down, playing into it, but as she shuts the door and the two of you sit down her smile no longer lingers.

you were a bit confused. smile there, and frown here. did you do something bad? as you go to speak up, she cuts into your voice, “stop hogging him, bitch.” she starts. you stare puzzled. nobody has ever spoken to you like this, especially not towards regarding caleb. you were more than confused, you were starting to get irritated.

“what’s your problem?” you spoke. if it wasn’t the music blasting loud, everybody would have front seats to a drama right now. “you heard me. every girl who tries with caleb keeps getting rejected. its probably your fault. you’re his fucking priority, and you don’t even like him.” she says, coolly, before retracting herself from you, “back away from him, and we won’t have any problems, okay? stop being so selfish. girl to girl. ”

you really were taken aback. girl to girl? she was delusional to even blame you for caleb’s disinterest. “first off-” you start, brows furrowed, “him not being interested, isn’t my fault. i’ll give him your number if you want me to, what he does with that is up to him.” you’d attempt to explain, but she wasn’t having it. she raises her hand in front of her face, towards you, and with an exasperated sigh she cuts you off again, “girl i don’t care. we’ve been talking for EVER now. but every time i try to have him do ANYTHING with me, he has an excuse.” she rolls her eyes, mocking caleb, “i cant she has a game today, oh i can’t do that, i’m picking her up after her class, blah blah.”

as she speaks, you felt a pang of guilt. were you really that selfish? you really didn’t think so. hes your childhood friend. you’ve been glued to the hip. is his misfortune with women your fault? of course not, and you weren't going to let this girl gaslight you into believing it. still. you did feel a bit pained upon hearing that. you shake your head, and as you retort, the door swings wide open, revealing caleb, “hey! you guys are taking forever!” he had a neutral look to him, and he notices your upset, but as if a seamless transition, it was covered with a smile. the two of you look up at him, laughing, and jen gets up, kissing his cheek.

he couldn’t help but wonder what that was about. your slightest mood change was all he thought about. he was confused.

you’d continue to play the game, until it was your turn. you hadn’t even noticed it was your turn to spin until they urged you to. a bit reluctant, you do so, meekly shoving the bottle.

of course it had to land on caleb.

a gasp from the ladies, and a hoot from the guys. caleb chuckles before nodding towards the closet. you could feel jen seething from the side. you thought long and hard whether or not you want to come in that closet with him or feign tiredness. it was too late, and maybe the group will call you a chicken if you back out, but you rather face the momentary wrath of a bunch of drunk college kids than be scrutinized by jen an her posse for as long as you both went to class together.

begrudgingly, you walk towards the closet, and sit down immediately. caleb goes to ruffle your hair, “hey, pips, are you okay?” you could sense the urgency in his tone, care practically gushing out. “yeah. i’m okay.” you lie, and very badly too. “what did jen tell you?” he inquires. he wasn’t stupid. he knew that the moment you went into this closet with her she was going to act catty, but to what degree?

you shake your head, blocking the memory, and changing the subject, “you never said. did the aviation school in skyhaven get back with you?” his face contorts to confusion, why you want to ask that question at this time was beyond him, he was trying to be serious, alas he nods, “yeah.. they want me.. next semester.” he mumbles.

all the joy you could possibly have in your body jumps out, the feeling of dread by jen is removed, and you jump into his arms. holding him tight. this was his dream from the beginning, and him sharing it with you meant the world. you pull away before the door can open, so you wouldn’t be incriminated. “we’ll talk more about this later! annnd we’ll celebrate!” you clasp your hands together, giggling like a school girl, before you back away from him, and opening the door.

as much as her conversation ruined your evening, you couldn’t help but be happy for him. he got accepted into his dream school. you were already conjuring plans to make a party for him.

as you walk out of the closet, the group was nowhere to be found. confusion etched into your face, you and caleb walk out towards the railing where everybody was dancing. the music was loud, everybody was going crazy. you check the time. 1am . you figured it was time for you to leave. you were excited for him, but jen was in the back of your mind, and you would rather just retain the good news rather than pander about her.

as you turn to go down the stairs you felt caleb put his hand on your shoulder, and you look up at him, waiting for him to speak, “where are you going?”

“i’m going to head home. i’m gettin’ tired caleb.” you confess

“let me walk you home?”

you laugh dryly, and shake your head, “i appreciate it, but no. i got it. hosts arent supposed to leave the party, sir… and what would your girlfriend think?” you make your way towards the door before waving at him from below.

girlfriend ? what the hell did she say to you?

you finish your skincare routine. you were a bit bummed out by the party. you really were interested in kissing someone for funsies. instead you got bitched at for something you didn’t even do.

you groan in frustration. it was damn near 2:30 by the time you finish your night routine, when you hear a knock on your door. weary, you look through the camera and notice it was caleb. you scramble to unlock the door, and there he was

“hey pipsqueak. sorry took me s’long. was kickin’ everybody out.”

your brows raise, letting him in, “no you’re fine. i didn’t even anticipate you coming by. what’s up?”

he makes himself at home, crashing on your couch after he slips his shoes off. the warmth of your dorm causes him to take his hoodie off, but he must’ve forgotten to wear a shirt under it, as he sits shirtless now. you’d seen this man damn near naked for a good part of your life, so seeing those washboard abs, and toned arms were normal for you.

“so. what’re you doing here again?” you inquire, sitting next to him. his face had a mixture of annoyance and regret. he looked at you, with those doe eyes as if he felt bad.

“i didn’t know she was so rude to you. i’m so sorry pipsqueak.”

ah. jen.

you genuinely did not want to make a big deal out of it, so you attempt to shake your head, “n-no! it’s okay! i swear!”

“no. what she said was awful. i cut things off with her.”

caleb finishes grabbing all the trash and shoving it in the basket. as soon as you’d left he told his friends to shut the party down. ‘was time to call it a night anyways. jen stayed to help, along with her friends, so cleaning was quick as it went.

as everybody started to disperse, jen stayed behind, a cute childlike gleam in her face. “thanks for helping, jen. i really appreciate it.” caleb sheepishly smiles down at her. he was drunk, but still coherent. they sat on the step together. alone. under the beautiful stars.

“do .. i…. get a kiss?” she piques, giggling, quite obviously drunk.

his eyes darken, and he looks at her, a bit more serious now, “jen. what did you tell her?” he asks, straight to the point. her smile falters, and she tilts her head, as if unaware, “what do you mean?” .. “cut the bullshit. you upset her. what dumb shit did you tell her.” a whole new side of him that jen’s never seen in her whole life. hell, she’d never ever heard him cuss. and that wasn’t even a question. that was a demand. “w-wha-” .. “stop playing stupid. why’d she look so upset in the closet?”

there was an intense silence in the air, before she sighs, defeated, “fine. i told her to leave you the hell alone. i want you all to myself, and i’d be damned if that bitch got in my way.”

in a swift movement he was on top of her, and if it were not the scary interaction she just had moments ago, she’d be all for this. jen sobers quickly, yelping quietly.

“don’t go near her, or talk to her ever again. and if i hear you’re around her or interact with her...” he stops and composes himself, before getting up.

“obviously, we’re done. just.. don’t come near us again.” he says with such sinister mirth, that could freeze hell itself.

“you really didn’t have to do that caleb. but thank you anyways.” you go to hug him. your warmth spreading to his soft cold skin. you pull away right after, as the hug had you in an awkward position. after some more small talk you notice the change of demeanor.

“caleb.. she.. said other things.. things that she.. probably didn’t tell you..” you confess, biting your lip. “whats up?” he motions you to continue.

“well.. she said i was the reason why you never get with anybody. you kept doing things for me and dodging her plans. is that true?” his eyes are wide open, and you could tell his breath ran ragged. “you… you’re my number one, pipsqueak..” he mumbles.

your heart flooded with a warm feeling, a sweet feeling, even. but you needed to get this out of the way, before more issues arose.

“do … you.. have..feelings for me?” you’d never been damn direct in your life. you felt like exploding as you asked that question. what if you just made a mockery of yourself? ah fuck.

you purse your lips, and you were about to go back on that sentence, when he grips your wrist.

“i do.”

thump. thump. “i am in love with you.” thump! your ears burn with this sudden confession. your breath hitched.

you don’t know what type of gravity it was, but you lurched forward, locking your lips with caleb.

he wastes 0 time, his arm wraps around you. your fingers wrap around his hair, pulling him closer. you were so in love with this man. he was the key to your feelings. you love him. Bad.

“i love y’too– caleb” you say in between kisses. you kept kissing, hands tangled in his brown locks. you just needed this. you needed this kiss. and he did too. he pushes you down on the couch, and pulls away, staring at you.

he was so enamored by you, that he didn’t even mind that you were naked under that robe, your perky beautiful tits presenting itself to him. his ragged breathing, as he scans you, looking for an answer, “do you.. want…” you just nod, and that was all it took.

caleb dips down, removing the robe from your frame. a calloused hand cupping your perfect tits. his big tongue gliding down to your nipples. your breath hitched, and you moan, earning the approval of. his other hand gently rubs your inner thigh, taking its sweet, haphazard time. it reaches your clit. you were radiating such heat, that he could feel it in his fingertips. your slutty and delicious body was just aching for this man. he loved it. so so much.

his fingers run soft soft circles on your swollen clit. your body twitches at the surge of pleasure. he bits down gently on your nipple, and you mewl, like a sweet little whore.

“baby.. you.. sound.. so..good.. just like– that”

he gently coos, in between his kisses on your tits. fingers gliding up and down between your clit and entrance. he could feel your pussy getting more wet on his hands. he was cherishing every single moment.

you were so helpless. a mewling slut, for her master, and this sent him to the moon. his dick rock hard in his sweats. it was getting so so hard for him to not just fuck you senseless then and there.

“it feels so good.. oh my ggg..” your fingers grip his hair, eyes close, bucking into his fingers.

you felt his fingers slip inside you, and your eyes shoot open. moans eliciting left and right. you had to be quiet, due to the fact you were in a dorm, and walls were just a tad bit thin.

caleb caught onto that and smirked, as he pulls his fingers out of you. making sure you were watching him, he takes his fingers and licks it, eye contact on 10 as he cleaned your juices off his fingers. you were warm beyond compared. the things this man is doing to you right now.

he gets up and pulls you up, bridal style, and walks you over to your bed, gently laying you down, before he grabs the hem of his sweater and boxer. you peeked, and silently thanked the gods you bought him that grey sweatpants.

in one swift movement he was in front of you, naked, well hung. the sight of his cock made you see stars. it almost terrified you.

he straddles on top of you, his tip grazing your leg. you shuddered at how hot it felt. fuck . you wanted to pass out right now.

“whats the matter pips?” you open your eyes at him, his damned smirk as he looked down at you.

“mm.. nothing..:”

he dips down and captures your lips. you wrap your arm around his shoulder, before he pulls away. “do you want this rough or sweet?”

he fully fully intended on being the sweetest boy to you on your first time. but right now. he wanted to fuck the absolute shit out of you. you seem to be on the same wavelength, as you giggle, he smiles wider, ah.. music to his ears. “rough. you said you love me right?” something about the way you had said that causes ringing to flood his ears.

in a swift motion he flips you on your knees. he dips you downward, face down, ass up. and lays a smack on your ass. you grip the bedsheet, face in pillow. caleb slams his dick on your asscheek, before he wastes not a single second. his big cock buries inside you. your walls mold to his thick length. you groan in your pillow. ‘fuck’ you mewl. he almost comes, at how tight you fucking were. you instinctively push back, earning a low moan from him.

caleb leans down, his hand grabbing you by your hair, and pulling you to meet his eyes, “you’re gonna regret that.” he mumbles as he kisses your neck sloppily. slow stroking you. his other hand making its way to your clit, rubbing those slow soft circular motions. he was going slow, but he was hitting your sweet tight walls from the tip to his base. your pretty and gorgeous pussy taking him like a good girl. you were moaning as quiet as you can, but the restraint was driving him nuts. you sounded so helpless. it almost made him cum again. his pace quickens. your breath hitches, your ass slapping against his skin. you felt his balls hitting you, his sweat hitting your back, you felt him hitting your fucking wall. it hurt so goddamn bad, but your eyes were rolled back, you were drooling, you were seeing the fucking stars above you. he kept going so hard. you were losing yourself, squirting all over his hands. you cry out as stops rubbing your clit.

“oh my fuuucking god baby… you sound soo- so good when you’re coming for me.. mm.. ill make you cum all over my dick.. is that what you want baby?” you nod, helpless. a shriveling mess.

as you nod, he presses his hand against your stomach, and your pleasure multiplies. youre going to fucking explode. he was fucking you like a sex toy, and you were going to succumb to him. this wasn’t the same caleb you knew to be a gentle giant. that sweet sweet boy. a handsome sweetheart, pounding your pussy like life depended on it. raw dogging you like it was his last day on earth.

“c-calebcalebcaleb…pleaseple..” you moan into the pillow, but he keeps your head up. “nnoo pipsqueak.. let me hear you moaning for me.. i want to hear your sexy voice.. i want you to call my name while you cum… mm– i want to hear you scream my name while i fill you up with my kids..”

fuck.

you bite your lip, you are literally there, hes going to make you orgasm. hes so fucking unfair. you cry out his name, loudly. his words turns you into a mess.

you’d probably hear about it in the next coming days, but who fucking cares. you were getting dicked down by caleb for fuck sakes.

“caleb! i’m going to cum!” you exclaim, pleasure surging through your pussy, as your walls tighten around him. calebs eyes roll back as well, this sudden tightness milking his cock. he turns your face to meet his, as your lips collide. blowing his load inside you, thick rope twitch into your insides, rushing out, his thrusts get lazier and lazier. your pussy squeezes every ounce of nut out of him, sending him in a spiral.

a few minutes pass. both of your breathing, raggedly in sync, as he finally pulls out of you, your perfect pussy dripping his sticky load out, and you lay on your stomach, before turning on your back, to face him.

the sight of your beautiful face in tattered ruins sends his neurons scrambling. he looks down at his twitching cock.

he was rock hard again.

#lads x reader #love and deepspace #lads smut #lads caleb #lads #lads mc #loveanddeepspace #caleb x reader #lnds caleb #lnds #calebmc #caleb lads #love and deepspace caleb

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windvexer · 22 days ago

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tips for adhd witches!

[[before you expand: LONG text post!!]]

I got diagnosed only a couple months ago, but I have been practicing witchcraft for a little bit now. So in retrospect, here is stuff that I realized I have been doing to cope the whole time, and some new things I'm tinkering with :) Please feel free to leave your own tips or thoughts!

At all costs, avoid promising gods and spirits that YOU WILL uphold a rigid routine.

Just do not promise to give daily offerings! JUST DON'T DO IT. If you struggle with upholding a regular routine, do not promise gods or spirits you will uphold a routine for them. You should only promise things you are confident you can deliver. ((If you identify as a beginner witch it's my personal belief that you should not be promising anyone anything.))

Delete from your mindset that all witches are supposed to uphold rigid routines.

Give yourself breathing room: if you want to give scheduled offerings, maybe do one on the full moon. Or, plan it to coincide with other activities that interest you, and that you're likely to show up for.

Unless you have a few hours a week to devote to your practice, you should probably not be dedicating yourself to doing daily anything.

Rigid routine is not the only way to get regular experience with magic, build relationships with gods or spirits, or improve in your craft! You simply do not have to promise yourself or anyone else that you will do X actions at Y times.

Instead of having "do X for Y minutes on Z days" routines, try developing a streamlined ritual you can fit in anywhere for the really important stuff.

Maybe there are some really important things in your practice that you want to do on a regular basis. Maybe these are things like:

Quick personal shielding

Acknowledging and honoring spirits

General offering

Prayer for guidance

Instead of saying "I'll do shielding for 5 minutes every day after breakfast, then of course my offering ritual-", you can put a streamlined (short, easy) ritual together where you do all four of these things at once.

Deep breaths, acknowledge and honor the spirits, ask for assistance in raising a shield, offering excess raised energy to them, and praying for guidance in the upcoming task.

It should take maybe like, 2 minutes tops.

Then, slot this streamlined ritual in before most practice activities. Like:

Before other energy work

Before divination

Before spellwork

Or, use it as a sort of 'generic' access point of connection and perform this ritual:

When you shower, to calm down from the day

When you're on transit to prepare for the upcoming day

When you're feeling grateful and want to share the moment with the spirits

When you're feeling sad and need support

Instead of forcing important actions into routines that may be hard to follow, find a way to carry these actions around with you in an accessible ritual, like carrying snacks around in a bag. This way you can use other exciting activities, or other life events, as a reminder to practice your ritual of important things :)

Build a clear system of omens for yourself. Omens can intrude on your daily life and get your attention.

Maybe you have alarm blindness, forget to do divination, forget to check in with spells - so asking for omens can be a huge help. They are spontaneous messages that catch your eye. Helpful!

Research cultural omens

Research omens in your magical tradition

Journal and brainstorm personal omens

Write out, for yourself, a short list of personal omens.

Solid black pigeons mean a spirit wants attention. Seeing your favorite tree species means a spell was successful. Three gray dots means a spell failed. The scent of cinnamon buns means fortune is headed your way.

Perform a ritual announcing your chosen omens to the Powers That Be. Invite those Powers, Yourself, Life, the Universe, and Everything to send you true, accurate, and helpful messages through these omens.

Working with omens in this way is a skill that evolves over time. Your personal omen system will evolve over time if you use it. Think of it as another form of divination!

(Tip: Combine symbols with colors for an advanced system that's easy to remember. Oak trees are prosperity, but black means slow movement, red means powerful, and white means failure. After a spell you see a plumbing truck with a red oak tree logo; powerful prosperity. Etc.)

Build all your spells, rituals, and everything with the foresight that you are probably going to forget about it or not return to it for a long time.

Employ foresight and:

Encode retirement/shutdown functions into your spells!! Do you want the spell to burn out completely and leave the vessel hollow so you don't have to deal with the vessel later on? Specify that! Do you want the spell to go to 'power saver mode' and hibernate so you can save the vessel and recharge it later? Specify!

ENCODE OMENS INTO SPELLS TO REMIND YOU TO TAKE ACTIONS! "This spell brings me financial benefit, and when it runs low, I will see my omen of slow growth - a solid black tree."

Assume that you are going to completely forget that you're able to take care of this problem, so encode the spells assuming you will never remember to deal with this again:

Spell for people that will remember they want to deal with Monica (they will also be working with wards, divination, and subtle cunning): "Stop Monica at the front desk from assaulting me with her dark energies, or else limit how much of her energy can reach me."

Spell for people that are going to completely forget this is an issue they can take care of and won't do another spell on it for maybe 18 months: "Stop Monica from assaulting me with her dark energies, or reveal to everyone in the office her dark nature, but if neither of these things is possible, change something in the office so that we never interact again."

Assume you will forget about individual spells, that you will accumulate way to many spells than you can individually attend to, and that you may never take final steps like cleansing and deconstructing old spell vessels.

Build a spellcasting altar, or a spell recharging altar, where you store up all your vessels. Recharge them all at once, as often as you remember to.

Poor plan: "And when this vessel runs down I will recharge it with the waxing moon as I stand under the orange tree-" More tenable plan: "And when this vessel runs down let it drink energy from my altar; let it take up any energy that suits it; let it feed on what is available to it, according to its needs."

Focus on learning how to tie spells to external energy sources so they will stay charged for way longer.

For easy deconstruction, set blanket conditions for every vessel that it be undone and the magic erased if you take a simple action. This is called a kill code. You bake it into spells and it makes deconstruction way easier.

Try developing a barbarous word of undoing and using it every time you want to undo a vessel or a spell; this word will gain power and can become very helpful in other ways.

Once again, plan spells with the foresight that it will be difficult/unlikely for you to re-engage for formal deconstruction procedures. So, anticipate your future needs during spellcasting: "And if I ever open this jar and take out the things inside it, let this spell be released and return to the earth, let it fade away without trouble and nourish anything around it as fallen logs nourish the forest floor." This way, you know that if you accidentally forget about a spell or just take it apart, the magic already has instructions to safely dissipate and you don't have to worry.

Develop a visual language to remind you of what collected objects and spell vessels are.

This folds in real nice with a personal omen system!!

Use a combination of colors, established symbols (planetary, alchemical), and personal symbols to develop a visual conlang that helps you keep track of what things are.

If applicable, decorate or modify spell vessels so you can tell at a glance what the spell is for (violet symbol of Venus next to a paw: a spell to improve relationships with the spirits that help you with psychism)

Build a system that makes intuitive sense to you, perhaps folding in with your color correspondence associations, magical headcannon, or any other mnemonic device:

All the spells in jars are protective

Everything that's tied into a witch's ladder is about prosperity

If it has a red X on it, that's a hex

If it has a 7-pointed star, it involves your dragon guide

If you store it in a bag that has blue on it (blue print, blue button, blue tie-string) then that object is related to cleansing

Your personal visual language will gain its own power over time if used regularly, in the way that egrigores or sigils can gain power if used consistently over time :) It can become a real magical tool, not just a mnemonic device!

During spirit work, just clearly communicate that your sporadic presence has nothing to do with your dedication 🤷

When you conjure/talk to/pray to gods, spirits, or anything, address the fact that your communication/rituals/etc ARE going to be sporadic. Explain yourself and ask the spirits to extend understanding.

Some spirits/gods/etc are going to demand regular routine. AND IF THEY EXPECT THAT, then you guys need to get on the same page ASAP as to whether or not that's possible.

Spirits can be incredibly forgiving and understanding, but unless you tell them why you are sometimes around and sometimes not, they do not necessarily know what's going on.

Your spirit guide may have not read the DSM-5. Obelon the Fox-Man might not be up-to-date with the 2025 diagnosis criteria for ADHD, and Obelon might not recognize that you are struggling with a disorder that can mimic inattentiveness. Obelon might be asking why you appear to be so enthusiastic, and yet only call for him once every 5 weeks.

Just explain!! Explain what you are comfortable explaining. Give them reassurances and ask them to not misinterpret your ability to be present.

At all costs, avoid making your path a carrot that you dangle in front of yourself to try and force yourself to fix your brain through sheer force of will.

If the way you talk to yourself about your path sounds like someone struggling with unhealthy dieting, maybe it's time to readjust.

"I just need to do my daily offerings, on schedule, for two weeks. Then I will have earned researching tarot spells."

Maybe it's not a good idea to intentionally include witchcraft in a cycle of reward and denial that will ultimately drain joy from the process until your passion is a withered husk.

Witchcraft isn't going to force your brain to change any more than Stardew Valley was going to force your brain to change. Or that time you got super into succulents. If your time spent studying wool quality in heritage European sheep breeds didn't cure your disorder, witchcraft won't either.

Witchcraft, I think, deserves to be something that is a part of your joy - not a part of a system of stressful attempts at making yourself into someone you're not because "real witches" all do such-and-such routine (I assure you, they do not) so you must force yourself to do it too.

(Incidentally, if you have a 'streamlined ritual for the important stuff' and it becomes a barrier that prevents you from practicing, then maybe that's not a good idea for you - or maybe it's not as simple and streamlined as you need it to be)

STOP trying to build a static path. Lean into temporary hyperfixations.

There is SO MUCH to learn in witchcraft. It's never-ending. The more you learn, the more doorways open for you with more things to learn behind them.

This is not college, you do not have to declare your major. You don't have to wait to decide on your 'magic specialization' before you start learning.

This is not college, you don't have to take semesters of boring general ed classes before you're allowed to start studying what interests you.

Unless you are getting into very serious initiations, learning stuff, advancing your skills, and building your path is not going to shut doors and prevent you from getting into something else.

If something excites your interests, GET INTO IT! Don't force yourself to ignore what you're passionate about because you think serious, responsible witchcraft is supposed to be rigid, boring, and tedious. (It isn't!)

Avoid declaring your major. As in, maybe the idea of energy glamours is super exciting, so on day 1 you create a lesson plan that will realistically take you 70 weeks to complete. Based on your history, is it reasonable that you will maintain this specific interest in glamours for over a year?

Avoid making lesson plans that intentionally slow you down and make shit boring for no good reason. If energy glamours interest you, are you (*scrolls up*) using energy glamours as a carrot to force yourself to engage in a tedious magical workout routine? Is the reason the lesson plan takes 70 weeks because you decided to spend weeks slowly moving through each phase so you have time to spam energy work exercises?

You know yourself better than I know you. Maybe wanting to slow down and engage in your focuses in a new way is the goal. Of course, listen to yourself first!

But if you have a temporary burst of energy and focus to learn a new skill, and learning that skill won't require you to make unhealthy personal or financial decisions, why not just lean into it and explore it moment by moment, wherever your interests take you?

I think you'd probably learn a lot more doing and undoing 20 glamours in a week, because you're freaking out about how fucking cool it is, than if you practice 1 basic glamor exercise once a day because that's what real disciplined witches do, and then 11 days later you forget it once and never do it again and now your interest has faded because glamouring is just another boring chore.

Invest some time and energy into figuring out exactly what your bare minimum of responsibility and upkeep actually is.

How often do you need to recharge your wards to keep them functioning normally?

Once you've explained your own needs and limits, how often do your spirits actually request offerings?

Are you 100% sure the spirits you're working with expect offerings in the first place?

Are those offerings expected to be physical, or do thoughts and prayers suffice?

How often should you perform a personal cleansing to keep yourself feeling magically refreshed?

Feeling anxious or guilty over whether or not you're supposed to be taking certain actions is NO FUN.

It is much less fun if you don't actually know how often you need to do these things. Then it's just all guessing, all the time, and nothing is ever good enough.

If at all possible, avoid putting yourself into a situation where you feel that you are supposed to be doing something responsible in your practice, but you're never sure exactly what it is.

Spend some practice time, learn some skills, and make notes, to discover whether or not you do have any minimum engagement requirements in the style of practice you want. And most importantly, having clear 'deadlines' so you don't have to keep guessing at what you're forgetting about this time.

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rindreamery · 4 months ago

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HALLO NISHI !! congratulations on reaching 300 followers, i’m so proud of you!! i’m always so excited seeing ur works 🍀

for your cafe event i wanted to order rin, sweet flavor, laying your head on their chest + best friends to lovers ><

ORDER 5: READY TO GO !

rin + sweet + laying your head on their chest + best friends to lovers w.c. 1.4k+

note. thank you rurumi <33 once again, exceeded 1k+ but are we even surprised atp? i literally dk how to make my fics shorter LMAO (and again, ty minjee for proofreading)

interested in more? check out the lounge !

starting your morning by waking up wrapped in someone’s arms was unexpected, to say the least.

as you started to make sense of your surroundings, trying to blink away the traces of sleep, you came to realization that you must have knocked out from exhaustion. that would be the only logical reasoning as to why your apartment was in the state that it was. an absolute mess. wrappers from your midnight snacks were still scattered on the ground, and you could make out the blurry outline of a mug of some drink, placed on the console table, across the room. the music from your playlist, one you vaguely remember putting on last night, was still quietly playing from your phone. it was somewhere in the room, but your mind was foggy, and you couldn’t recall where you had last placed it.

you didn’t care all that much, though. there were more pressing issues, starting with the first. you winced as you tried to lift your head, immediately placing your head back down as the feeling overwhelmed you. there was a slight throbbing and pressure on the crown of your head, your whole body felt heavy, and your eyes were blurry and unfocused— a product of countless all-nighters. every once and a while, you would be hit with the sensation of pinching in your brain, and you would have to bite back a groan each time.

there was that issue, and then there was this. maybe the effects of sleep deprivation were finally starting to catch up with you. because, frankly, you weren’t sure how you ended up in this position. one minute, you were slumped over the coffee table, with piles of notes and textbooks scattered across its surface, trying to make sense of the words as they all blurred into one blurry block. somewhere along the way, the feeling of sleepiness had crept over you, one that you had desperately tried to stave off.

evidently, it won. because the next minute, you were waking up— you tried to crane your head to glance upwards, and your heart stilled for a second— in rin’s arms?

in this situation, your initial reaction typically would’ve been to flinch, immediately jump out of his arms, and potentially wake him up and aggravate him along the way. but your body was still exhausted, and he was much more inviting and comfier than you had anticipated him to be. (well, not that you thought about laying on his chest often. definitely not.) admittedly, a part of you didn’t want to leave.

the steady rise and fall of his chest was soothing, and with the side of your head pressed against his chest, you could hear the slow and rhythmic beating of his heart. his body felt warm against yours, a contrast to the chilly winter air that slipped past your windows, and he was your equivalent to a blanket. this position had also given you a somewhat unobstructed view of his face. he looked serene, at peace, the calmest he’s probably ever been. the semi-permanent crease between his brows had softened into a more passive state, and the frown of his lips was nowhere to be seen. it was a rare sight to see.

you realized that this would be the closest you would ever be to him (though, unintentionally, you think?) so, of course you wanted to stay, but you knew better. you tried to wiggle your way out of his arms, but his hold on you was surprisingly firm.

you took a deep breath, shifting slightly, trying to reach behind you to peel his arms off of you. he’s stubborn, even in his sleep, you realize, and his arms go right back to where they were the second you take them off. you bite the inside of your cheek, trying not to sigh out of frustration, careful to not wake him up. but it’s uncomfortable reaching behind you for extended periods of time, and your shoulders were starting to cramp from stretching backwards. and after two more failed attempts, you give up, letting your arm awkwardly rest at your sides.

you lay there, frozen and at a loss for what to do. then, your mind starts to spiral. would he get mad? will he yell at you? will he push you off and onto the floor the second he wakes up? the twitching of rin’s hand, his palms sliding over from the small of your back to the sides of your waist, snaps you out of it.

you glance up at him, hoping he wouldn’t be awake, just to be met with teal eyes staring right back at you. you throw him a sheepish and awkward smile as he blinks at you, before you look away. looking anywhere but him. another second passes, and he blinks again— “you’re up,” he points out, voice rough from sleep, and completely unphased.

“yeah,” you respond, trying to act casual. your heart was in overdrive at this point, and you were mildly confused at the lack of reaction from him. was he not mad? “looks like i fell asleep on you, haha.” internally, you cringe at your awkward laugh.

he blinks again, clearly still under the haziness of sleep.

he doesn’t respond to you immediately, however, instead grunting as he moved so that you weren’t practically falling off of him and the couch. which, you hadn't even noticed up until that point. but you were now directly laying on top of him, cheek smushed against the fabric of his shirt, feeling his muscles flex with each movement, and becoming increasingly aware of just how close he really was. (it hit you before, but it was really hitting you now.)

“you fell right on top of me and then knocked out,” he finally responds, after a few seconds. completely brushing over the fact that he had essentially pulled you closer, rather than pushing you away. acting normal. “you were studying hard, so didn’t wanna wake you.”

“...oh,” you mutter dumbly. it was all you could think to say. “oops. sorry.”

rin scoffs at the lame apology, but there was softness in his eyes as he glanced down at you, one that told you that he probably wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to make himself out to be. “don’t get used to it,” he mutters, though, there was no malice in his voice. “and don’t overwork yourself.”

there’s a thump in your heart, and you ignore it.

“yep, noted.” you agree. there’s a momentary pause as you collect yourself, wondering what to say next and whether you should finally get up. though your heart was begging you not to, your mind was trying to be logical. “i should probably get up now, i still have some material to review.”

but rin’s response is immediate, this time. “you’re still sleepy, aren’t you?” his deep voice was still as flat as ever— yet, with a hint of gentleness? oddly adamant about not letting go of you, but you don’t question it. “just go back to sleep, i don’t care.”

he was trying to avoid saying, "i don't mind," but you know him better than that.

your eyes widen at his words, shooting to meet his gaze, and for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. a part of you wanted to joke around and ask, what did you do with the real rin? but decided against it, at the fact that he might actually push you off this time.

maybe you were simply deflecting.

because the thought of going back to sleep in his arms, laying on his chest, made you feel weird. a good, but also anxiety-inducing, type of weird— like the feeling of swarms of butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach, or the jittery excitement passing over your body in waves, and the way your heart jumps at the idea of him letting you stay this close. it makes you feel all fuzzy inside.

“uh— are you sure?” you try to unravel yourself from him, but his hands ever-so-slightly tighten their grip around your waist, keeping you flush against him. his nonverbal cue to make you stay. but still, “i know you don’t really like it when people are all up in your personal space, like this.”

he sighs, and you see the way he refrains from playfully rolling his eyes at you. “just go back to sleep, idiot.”

“right, okay,” you mumble, still unsure, but letting your head rest against his chest again. it's instantaneous. one of his hands immediately creeps onto the back of your head, fingers threading through the strands of your hair, and he’s practically cradling you. you fail to fight back the contented sigh that slips past your lips at the feeling, and you don’t see the small smile on his face. “maybe just a little longer.”

and the two of you settle into one another.

rin doesn’t say anything more, letting the silence fall over the two of you as you’re lulled back into sleep. he simply adjusts his hold on you, one hand still on the back of your head, the other arm now loosely wrapped around your waist.

“sleep well,” he mumbles softly, careful not to rouse you.

#ᯓ★ nishi's dessert lounge .ᐟ #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff

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solxamber · 5 months ago

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Hihii!!!

Can I get uhhh Ignihyde number 6 with fluff plsw!!

(I absolutely ADORE your writing btw!!!❤️❤️)

One More Time || Idia Shroud

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "Say that again" ; Genre: Fluff

a/n: and thank you so much i appreciate it <3

It’s late—so late that Grim has probably already devoured all the snacks in the fridge without you to stop him—but you’re at Idia’s room anyway, perched on his bed while he works at his desk. The soft glow of his computer monitors reflects off the sharp angles of his face, and the hum of his servers fills the comfortable silence.

You’re rambling about your day—some chaos with Ace, Deuce, and Grim that somehow didn’t end in disaster for once—and Idia’s surprisingly attentive. Every so often, he mutters a response, glancing back at you with his usual nervous-but-curious expression.

Then you say it.

“I don’t know why, but being here with you makes everything better.”

The screwdriver in his hand clatters to the desk. You blink, confused. “Idia?”

He stiffens, his back to you, and you can just barely see the ends of his hair flicker pink. “Wh-what did you just say?”

“I said being here with you makes everything better,” you repeat, slower this time, like he might’ve misheard.

The pink intensifies, his shoulders hunching as though he’s trying to fold himself into his hoodie. He doesn’t turn around. “N-no way. That’s not… that’s not something people just say. Are you trolling me?”

“Why would I be trolling you?” you ask, crossing your arms. “I mean it.”

He's muttering under his breath, and you catch the words “broken logic” and “glitched reality.” You roll your eyes and stand up, stepping closer until you’re standing beside him.

“Idia,” you say softly. “I mean it. You make me happy.”

He freezes completely. You can hear him breathing—fast, shallow, like a bird that just noticed it’s trapped. Slowly, he turns to look at you, wide-eyed, his hair glowing pink.

“Say that again,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

“I said you make me happy,” you repeat, your voice just as quiet. “You make everything better.”

He stares at you, his mouth opening and closing like he wants to say something but doesn’t know where to start. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he blurts out, “I—I like you. Like, like-like you. Like, my whole party is wiped, and you’re the only revive potion I have left kind of ‘like.’”

You blink. “What?”

He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Oh no. I said it. I confessed. That’s it. Game over. You’re gonna run screaming, and I’m gonna have to transfer schools and change my name and—”

“Idia,” you interrupt, grabbing his wrists and gently pulling his hands away from his face. “I like you too.”

He stares at you, the tips of his hair flickering pink like a glitching neon sign. “You… what?”

“I like you too,” you repeat, a smile tugging at your lips. “And I think you're adorable.”

For a second, he just stares, completely frozen. Then his hair bursts into a brilliant shade of pink as he slumps forward, burying his face in your shoulder.

“You’re—ugh, you’re so corny,” he mutters, his voice muffled.

“You like it,” you tease, reaching up to gently pet his hair.

He groans dramatically but doesn’t pull away. “I can’t believe this is happening. This has to be a dream. Or a bug in the system.”

“It’s real,” you assure him, laughing softly.

And as you sit there, holding him in your arms, you’re pretty sure his shy, glowing smile is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Masterlist

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud #idia #𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 holiday event

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mr-celestial-writings · 5 months ago

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Charity

Day 1: Party

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Male! Husband! Reader

Summary: It's time for the Wayne's yearly Christmas Charity Gala. Bruce had a feeling it would be a good one, Especially since he was surrounded by his kids and you.

DC MASTERLIST! CELESTIAL'S 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

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Laughter and idle chatter filled the ballroom. Silver and Gold Decorations were strung from the ceiling and walls.

Joy and the Christmas Spirit filled the air. It Brought a soft smile to Bruce's face.

He saw Damian with Jon, snacking at the Buffet table. Clark and Lois were catching up with Oliver and Dinah. The rest of his kids were scattered around the ballroom, thinking that Bruce didn't realize they were causing trouble.

In his opinion, the most beautiful sight was not the snow falling outside or the beautiful decorations. No, to Bruce, the most beautiful sight was right next to him.

You, [Name], His wonderful husband.

You were dressed in the most beautiful, white suit. It had light blue snowflakes embordered in it. It reminded Bruce of you're wedding day. You were just has handsome as you were then.

You were holding onto his arm, also looking out over the event. The lights shimmered in your eyes, only making Bruce swoon harder.

Bruce gently nudged you, "You look wonderful tonight, my love."

You looked at Bruce, smiling softly, "And you, my dear, are handsome as ever." You replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Bruce chuckled, "I have to go down there, socialize. Alfred's orders. If only I had a handsome man to make it bearable." He teased.

"Yes, Bruce, If only." You said, gently taking his hand and leading him downstairs.

You always made interacting with people bearable. You made everything bearable for Bruce. Maybe that's why he didn't try to sneak out of the Gala with Jason.

You smiled softly at him as you two approached a few socialites. They tended to be more generous when Bruce spoke to them.

Bruce knew you, you knew you didn't care about the chatter. You tended to only speak to the socialites when spoken to. Honestly, Bruce couldn't blame you. He low-key respected your ability to tune in and out of conversations on a whim.

He couldn't help but glance at you every now and then, taking in the sight of you in your suit. Taking in the sight of you.

You were... amazing. Bruce found that he really lucked out with you. You cared not for his money or status, you saw through his himbo act... You saw... Him.

Bruce could never be more thankful for you, especially now as you stood by his side.

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a/n: I, as a Gay Man, need to start writing more x male reader content. I apologize for my failures. Anyways, Here's my first entry for my Christmas Writing Challenge.

#fanfic #fanfiction #dc comics #dc universe #x reader #celestials writing #x male reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x male reader #male reader #dcu #dc x reader #dc x male reader

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themore12 · 10 months ago

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The First-years sleepover!

Now that the Onboro dorm had been renovated and cleaned and everything, Ace decided to take advantage of that and have a sleepover there with the other 1st years!

Word count: 1092 words

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"Yo, Prefect!"

You sighed as you heard the ever-so-familiar voice behind you.

You turned to the nearest person beside you who so happened to be Dorm leader Vil Schoenheit, and tried to hide from the troublemakers behind you.

With a hint of exhaustion, you asked for a small favor from the worldwide model. "Hide me Vil...please I just want a moment of peace."

With a raised brow and an amused smile on his lips, he glanced at the one-brain cell trio, who were arguing as they made their way towards you. "I'm afraid they are already making their way here Prefect."

You can only sigh as you catch sight of the familiar red and blue-haired duo in the corner of your eye.

(more under the cut)

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You already knew Ace would suggest troublesome with how he smiled at you.

"Prefect, we should sleep over at your dorm." (Ace) (events after book 7)

"Don't we do that every now and then already?" (Deuce)

With an annoyed smile, he continued, "Now that it's been renovated and all!" (Ace)

Before you could even begin to say anything, Grim said what you had in mind.

"Why would me and my henchman want you two in our dorm, each time you guys stay there our dorm gets wrecked!" (Grim)

"It only happened a few times!" (Ace)

"It shouldn't have happened in the first place?!" (Yuu)

In the end, you could only watch helplessly as they barged into the Onboro dorm with snacks at hand, a Happy Epel, and a Jack.

You sighed, "You didn't drag Epel and Jack here without their dorm leaders not knowing, right?" With that, the red and blue-haired troublemakers stopped in their tracks.

"..."

You can only sigh yet again, as words can't seem to convey the migraines that are starting to form in your head.

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"I'm sorry Yuu..."

"It isn't your fault Deuce, I know Ace is the mastermind behind all of this."

"Hey! I'm right here!"

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Without noticing it, the sun has begun to slowly disappear from the horizon and the moon from earlier seemingly becomes brighter as time passes by.

"Ace, Deuce, Grim, stop trying to kill each other."

"Epel and Jack can you help me set the table up?"

After a look at your annoyed expression, the three troublemakers raised their arms in defeat and (with a bit of guilt -Deuce) silently walked towards the dining table and sat quietly as they waited for the food.

Knowing that they might cause more trouble if they tried to help.

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"Jack, could you please pass the salt?"

"THAT'S MINE!"

"I SAW IT FIRST!"

"Here Yuu."

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

"Thanks."

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After deciding who washes the dishes with Rock paper scissors, after an intense match between Epel and Ace, the loser (Ace) begrudgingly lurched to the kitchen.

Feeling bad, you decided to stay in the kitchen while he watched the dishes.

You might feel bad, but you're not that kind to take do his task for him.

The others, seeing you stay in the kitchen to provide moral support to their dishwasher, decided to join your little pity party.

"Since when have you guys been this nice..." (Ace)

"If Yuu wasn't here we wouldn't have stayed here." (Deuce)

*Nods along* (Grim, Epel, and Jack)

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Grim the ever-competitive raccoon suggested playing something in the Wonder Link, sponsored by Idia.

"I bet I could score higher than you guys in Star Rouge!"

"Oh you're on, you talking raccoon!" (Ace)

"I'm not a raccoon!" (Grim)

Grim lost 2 times in a row.

"Fngha, Henchman! Win for me!"

You won those 2 losses back.

"Stop acting as if you won." (Jack)

"We count as one student, so I can say I won!" (Grim)

"That's not how that works..." (Epel)

"I can't hear losers!" (Grim)

"...YA WANNA GO, YOU EGG-SUCKIN' RACCOON?!" (Epel)

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"From what I heard you have 10 steps to do before you sleep in Pomifiore?"

"Yeah..." With a seemingly heavy heart, he sighed after he answered. "Don't get me started in our morning routine..."

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As you were gossiping with the others, until sudden loud knocks and a familiarly loud voice yelled out. "Human!" Catching the other's attention with his ever-so-loud voice.

"Isn't that Sebek?"

"HUMAN!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's Sebek."

With a sigh, you decided to drag your tired body to the front door. "yow, what do you need Sebek?"

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Long story short, he was tricked by Lilia to be part of the pajama party.

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"Ace you cheating!-" (Epel)

"BAHAHHAHAHHAHA" (Ace)

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"What is Wonder Link?" (Sebek)

"I honestly don't know too, man." (Yuu)

"I think it's something you can play games in?" (Jack)

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(Literally in front of them)

"It's like our parents watching us, trying to understand what we're doing." (Ace)

(Glances behind them) "Yeah lol." (Epel)

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"Epel, calm down!" (Deuce)

"GRAHHHHH!" (Epel)

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After everyone joined Epel with his skincare routine(bonding), everybody seemed to have lost all their adrenaline from gaming earlier.

With the moon high up in the sky, almost all the first years seemed to have tired themselves out, since some of them had even passed out in the living room with their bodies littering the floor. Seemingly not caring how they are literally on the floor.

"Jack, can you help me carry them to their beds?" You asked as you pointed to the two passed-out idiots on the floor as you hoisted Grim up, making him grumble a little but after readjusting himself in your arms he continued to sleep like a log.

Jack nodded as he tried to keep his eyes open, seemingly a bit sleepy after all the trouble his friends made him go through.

"If you're tired, just let them lay on the couches." You said as you chuckled at him shaking his head and following you to their rooms.

"Thank you, Jack."

You covered Grim's ears as you shouted for the other two who were barely awake at this point. "Epel! Sebek!"

You hear a very weak "Yeah?" from Epel as he lies on the couch with no energy left in his body,

"Come on, you guys have rooms."

"Coming..."

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After what felt like an eternity (for them) all of them have finally gone to their respective rooms in the Onboro dorm.

"Thank you, Prefect..." You hear Epel mumble before he crashes onto his bed.

"Goodnight Prefect..." You hear Ace mumble as he subtly tries to drag you down onto his bed with him.

"Thanks, Prefect" You hear Deuce weakly mumble as he buries his head onto the pillow.

"Thank you and goodnight, Prefect." Jack said before he nodded and closed his door.

"I appreciate you for letting me in...Prefect." Sebek said although you could barely make out what he said at the end before he closed the door on you.

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"I can't believe I hang out with these losers."

"But at least they're your losers!"

You glanced at the mirror in your room as you set Grim down who grumbled and reached out for you.

"You're right, they're the best losers I never asked for."

"Goodnight Mickey."

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The dorm leaders honest reaction to the sleepover:

Authors note: Its been weeks when will i ever post this?

AUTHORS NOTE 2: not proofread at all.

AUTHORS NOTE 3: ITS A BIT RUSHED BECAUSE ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG NOW LMAO, ITS MY COMEBACK I THINK.

Authors note 4: reblogs and comments are appreciated ehe

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amara-scott · 1 month ago

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Blanket Game

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x female!Slytherin Reader

Summary: During a Hogwarts "Blanket Game," Y/N is paired with Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo, but when Mattheo joins, he forces Enzo to leave and refuses to let anyone else sit. As the game progresses, Y/N is caught in a mix of teasing, tension, and reluctant conversation with Mattheo, all while Pansy and Blaise watch the drama unfold.

The evening sky was a soft shade of pink as the Hogwarts grounds stretched out before us, filled with students sitting on blankets scattered across the large lawn near the Black Lake. The teachers had decided it was time for a little social experiment—an event to get students to step out of their usual cliques and get to know one another better. Their idea? The Blanket Game.

It was simple enough. Four students per blanket, and every ten minutes, someone had to rotate out for a fresh face. The idea was to mix things up, make everyone interact across house lines. But as I sat on the soft grass with Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo, I wasn’t so sure about it.

“So, let me get this straight,” Pansy said, adjusting herself on the blanket, “we’re supposed to socialize and get to know people we barely care about?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Brilliant.”

Enzo chuckled, his arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back. “We might as well make the best of it. It’s either this or the library, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve had enough of books for one day.”

Blaise simply smirked, not really caring either way. “I’m fine with it as long as I don’t have to rotate off the blanket. You’re stuck with me, love,” he teased, throwing a wink at Pansy.

I was only half-listening, my gaze drifting out over the field where students were already mingling. A few were laughing, some were awkwardly standing in circles, and others were already making their way to the next blanket.

The bell signaling the first rotation rang out across the field, and the game began. I glanced at Pansy, who was already grinning as she grabbed a snack from the little pile of treats in between us.

“Alright, your turn,” Enzo said, nudging me lightly. “Let’s see who ends up on our blanket next.”

"What? Why me?" before Enzo could respond, a figure appeared, walking toward us with slow, deliberate steps. Mattheo Riddle.

I barely had time to process it before he was already standing in front of our blanket, eyes scanning the group. The second he saw me, his lips quirked into that familiar smirk—the one that could make anyone lose their composure.

Pansy noticed, and I could feel her glancing between me and Mattheo with a mischievous glint in her eye. But she didn’t say anything. Blaise, ever the observer, just raised an eyebrow but kept quiet. Enzo, however, seemed a little more attuned to what was about to happen.

“Mattheo,” I said, my voice flat, “You’re supposed to rotate off, find people you don't already know.”

Mattheo didn’t even acknowledge me immediately. He was too busy sizing up the group, his gaze flicking over Pansy and Blaise with a brief, bored glance before landing on Enzo. His expression darkened just a fraction, and it was obvious something was about to shift.

"Enzo," Mattheo said coolly, squatting down beside him, draping his arms lazily across his knees, his voice smooth but with a warning edge, "You can leave."

Enzo blinked, clearly surprised, but he didn’t hesitate. He knew better than to argue with Mattheo, especially when that tone came out. Despite their friendship, Enzo understood exactly how far Mattheo could push—and right now, Mattheo was making it clear who he was interested in staying on the blanket with.

“Right,” Enzo sighs annoyed but standing up without a word of protest. He flashed us all a quick, almost apologetic grin. “Catch you guys later,” he said, walking away to find another blanket.

Mattheo didn’t move, still standing at the edge of the blanket, his eyes lingering on me in that way that made my stomach twist in both annoyance and something else I refused to acknowledge.

“Mattheo, you can’t just—” I began, but he interrupted me with a lazy gesture.

“Yeah, I can,” he said, his voice smooth, almost smug. “I don’t see anyone else fitting in here.”

His eyes flicked back to Pansy and Blaise, who were both silently watching, clearly not wanting to stir the pot. Pansy’s lips curled into an amused smile, and she exchanged a glance with Blaise, who seemed very much entertained by the unfolding drama.

“Well, looks like you’re not getting rid of him anytime soon,” Pansy murmured under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Her voice was playful, but there was a certain edge to it, almost like she was enjoying watching Mattheo assert his dominance over our little space.

“Fantastic,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “Just what I needed.”

Blaise leaned back, casting a glance at Mattheo. “You know, I should probably leave to give someone else a chance,” he said in a mock-serious tone, but the smirk playing on his lips told a different story. “But, honestly, I’m more curious about where this is going.”

Mattheo’s gaze flicked to Blaise then, and the smirk on his face deepened. “Yeah, don’t bother,” he said coolly, turning his attention back to me. “This is where I’m staying.”

I groaned inwardly. “Mattheo, you’re unbelievable.”

He grinned, clearly unbothered. “You say that like you’re not enjoying it.”

Pansy snorted from beside me. “Oh, please, we’re all enjoying this,” she said, her tone dripping with amusement. “Don’t pretend you’re not secretly thrilled, Y/N.”

I shot her an incredulous look. “Pansy, I’m not—”

“Mm-hmm,” Pansy cut me off, flashing me a knowing grin. “Sure you’re not.”

Blaise chuckled softly, but he didn’t intervene. It was clear he was savoring the drama just as much as Pansy. In fact, it almost felt like they were watching a play unfold, and I was the reluctant lead.

“Well, this is fun,” I said sarcastically, trying to defuse the situation. “Now that we’re all settled in… I’m should probably be the next to rotate–” I gestured toward our peers, hoping my attempt to redirect the tension would go unnoticed.

Blaise leaned forward, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh no, don’t go just yet,” he said, his voice light. “Mattheo seems to be on a roll. You should hear him out, Y/N.”

Mattheo raised an eyebrow at Blaise’s comment, clearly entertained by the way everyone was getting involved. But Blaise didn’t seem bothered, merely stretching out a bit further on the blanket.

“Mattheo,” I said, trying to bring the attention back to him, “Why don’t you just talk to someone else? There’s no need to not at least try to socialize with people you don't know.”

He gave me a lazy grin, his eyes gleaming with something between amusement and determination. "Nah, don't want to. You’ll get used to it.”

Pansy let out a little sigh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “How sweet. It’s like watching two people fight for dominance over a blanket.” She gave a pointed glance between me and Mattheo. “Really romantic.”

Blaise was quick to add, his voice laced with dry humor, “I think you should both just make it official. Save us all the drama.” He smirked, clearly enjoying the discomfort and the unspoken tension between Mattheo and me.

At that, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, even though it was laced with frustration. “Right, because that’s what I need. A public declaration.”

“Not a bad idea,” Mattheo said, looking me over with that same insufferable grin. “You wouldn’t mind if I made it official?”

I shot him a sharp look, finally speaking up. “Mattheo, seriously. WWhat are you doing?”

His grin didn’t falter. “What’s the problem? Don’t tell me you’re actually trying to escape.”

I couldn’t believe him. I shot a glance at Pansy, but she was too busy snickering into her hand, clearly loving every second of this. Blaise, on the other hand, was silently watching us, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I’m not escaping,” I finally said, my voice louder than I intended. “I’m just trying to have a conversation without all of this... weird tension.”

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “If you want a conversation, then talk to me,” he said casually. “We don’t need anyone else here.”

I opened my mouth to retort but stopped myself, realizing that was exactly what he wanted. My eyes flicked over to Pansy and Blaise, both of them pretending not to be invested, but their smirks said it all.

“Fine,” I said, giving in with a dramatic sigh. “Let’s talk, Mattheo. What do you want to talk about?”

His eyes sparkled with victory. “Let’s talk about you staying here with me... for the rest of the night.”

I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to smack him or just walk away, but as I glanced at Pansy and Blaise, I realized neither of them was going to help me out of this one. Mattheo wasn’t going to make this easy. And with the way he was looking at me now, I had the sinking feeling he was just getting started.

#imagine #imagines #fanfiction #harry potter #slytherin boys #mattheo #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader

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pomefioredove · 10 months ago

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heyyy i saw the flirty prompts and i wondered if you can do one "you like me because im a scoundrel" with leona??? for some reason it just fits him hehe

ooooh I don't write leona that often... this might be fun

summary: "you like me because I'm a scoundrel" type of post: short fic characters: leona additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, cute and fluffy, probably ooc, cuddles implied a part of this event

"He won't get up,"

Everyone in the room lets out a collective groan. Not that it's surprising; just disappointing.

Ruggie shrugs, says "what can 'ya do?", and takes a seat across from Epel in the Savanaclaw lounge.

"Can't we just leave without him?" Epel asks. "If he changes his mind, he can catch up later."

Jack shakes his head. "Leaving without Leona would be disrespectful,"

"...And it was Leona who signed all the field trip paperwork with Crowley, so we can't leave unless he goes," Ruggie says.

Another unanimous groan.

"I was really looking forward to the stadium snacks at this tournament thing..." Grim sighs. "Well... anyone else got any ideas?"

The room falls silent. No one, neither Ramshackle, nor Pomefiore, nor Savanaclaw, wants to admit what they're all thinking; someone needs to get Leona up.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Ruggie clears his throat.

"...maybe the Prefect could-"

"What?" you say, immediately. "Why me?"

"He might... actually have a point. Leona does seem to tolerate them more than any of us," Jack mumbles.

"Wait just a second-"

"That's what I'm saying! Leona'll be up in no time, right? Shishishi,"

"But I-"

"Well, no time to lose!" even Grim chimes in, ushering you towards the door. "Good luck!"

"I didn't agree to this!" you shout... but it's no use.

How do you keep ending up in this position?

You sigh and walk into Leona's room, letting the heavy door fall shut behind you. You have a feeling that you're going to be in here for a long time.

Leona is lying face-down in bed, still in pajamas, the closed blinds casting morning light over him in little slits.

"I told you to get lost," he mutters, his voice muffled by the sheets.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not Ruggie,"

A pause. Leona rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to meet your eyes. It's stuffy in here.

"I'm not in the mood," he finally says. "Now, get lost."

"You can't just not go," you say, walking around the room to pull up the blinds. He hisses at the light, turning over again. "Everyone is waiting for you."

"They'll live,"

"Are you sick?"

Silence.

"...No. I just don't feel like it,"

"Everyone's been looking forward to watching this spelldrive tournament for months," you say. "You can't just change your mind."

"I can, and I have. If you stop your whining, I might even let you join me in here,"

You roll your eyes. "You're a scoundrel,"

He pokes his head out of the sheets to grin. "You like me because I'm a scoundrel,"

That earns him another eye-roll, and you sit at the edge of his bed, giving him a gentle nudge with your fingertips.

"C'mon. What's it gonna take to get you up?"

Leona huffs, green eyes darting away as if he's actually considering answering you.

"...Ten more minutes,"

Ruggie and Jack may have been a little right. You smile, feeling somewhat proud of yourself, and begin heading for the door.

"Good. I'll tell the others to get ready-"

"Wait,"

You stop just shy of the door handle, and turn to look over your shoulder.

He's got that smile on again.

"I didn't say you could leave, did I?"

You smile back, rolling your eyes again so he knows you still disapprove, and you crawl into bed with him.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #queued

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amirasainz · 6 months ago

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Hi I love your work. I was wondering if you could write one where baby sainz only likes being around Rebecca and Alexandra when she's not with her family.

Enjoy reading and send some requests!

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Safe space

Carlos leaned against the garage wall, arms crossed as he watched his sister, Amira, from a distance. The bright lights and buzzing atmosphere of the paddock seemed to envelop her like a whirlwind. Even though she was shy by nature, her presence radiated a kind of quiet charm that made her the center of attention wherever she went. It wasn’t just the fans; drivers, team members, journalists — everyone wanted to steal a glance, get a smile, or hear a word from the younger Sainz.

But despite the admiration, everyone in the paddock knew Amira was reserved. She preferred to stay close to Carlos, rarely venturing far from him or their father during race weekends. Her wide, doe-like eyes would search for him in the crowd when she was overwhelmed, and Carlos would always be there to reassure her with a warm smile and a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

Over time, however, someone else had started to catch Amira's eye — someone who wasn’t family but felt like she could be. Rebecca, Carlos’s girlfriend, had gradually earned Amira’s trust, giving her the kind of warmth and protection that the young woman craved amidst the chaotic world of Formula 1.

It started with the little things. Amira would glance around nervously, lost in the crowd, and there Rebecca would be, standing beside her, a reassuring hand on her arm. Rebecca was older and had an innate calmness about her that soothed Amira. She made sure Amira was comfortable, brought her a warm jacket when the paddock got chilly, handed her bottles of water or small snacks, and kept eager fans at bay with just a polite but firm look.

And then, there was the incident.

Amira had gotten separated from Carlos after a press event. The fans were closer than usual, crowding around her, each person trying to get a piece of her attention. She felt her pulse quicken, her breath shallow, and she looked around for Carlos, desperately.

But before Carlos could even move toward her, Rebecca was already there. She stepped in, wrapping her arms around Amira and pulling her close, creating a bubble of safety between them and the crowd. Amira didn’t resist; she melted into Rebecca’s embrace, burying her face in the older woman’s shoulder, finding solace in her presence.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Rebecca whispered softly, gently running her hand up and down Amira’s back. She was calm, commanding, effortlessly making it clear to the people around that Amira needed space.

Carlos finally reached them, concern etched across his face. “Hey, Amira,” he started, relieved but worried. “You okay?”

Rebecca tightened her hold just a little, almost protective, and gave Carlos a playful, challenging look. “I don’t know, Carlos. I might just keep her with me for a while.” She spoke softly to Amira, her voice dripping with warmth. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Amira looked up, her face still close to Rebecca’s. She gave a small smile, one that hinted at gratitude, and shook her head slightly. Carlos raised an eyebrow, amused but appreciative. His little sister had finally found someone outside the family who she could trust implicitly.

As the day went on, Rebecca kept Amira close by her side, arm casually draped over her shoulders. She made sure Amira was comfortable, offering her drinks, snacks, or a warm scarf when the breeze picked up. Amira felt protected, almost treasured, in a way that was new yet familiar. She glanced up at Rebecca occasionally, shy but grateful, the same way she looked at Carlos or their father.

And from then on, it was an unspoken understanding in the paddock: Amira Sainz was family, and if Carlos wasn’t by her side, Rebecca would be. Fans and drivers alike watched with quiet admiration. They knew that the young woman who once seemed untouchable and distant now had someone by her side who wasn’t bound by family, but by a deep, gentle care.

Carlos often caught glimpses of Rebecca tucking Amira’s hair behind her ear or shielding her from the more intense crowds with an arm around her shoulders. It was a bond that had formed quietly, a connection that had grown so naturally that it almost surprised him.

One evening, as the team celebrated in the paddock, Carlos watched his sister resting against Rebecca’s shoulder, her eyes half-closed with a content smile on her face. He caught Rebecca’s eye, and she gave him a gentle, knowing smile. There was no need for words; they both knew Amira was safe, cared for — a princess of Formula 1 who had found her protector.

#formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #xoxo babygirl 💋#amira sainz #carlos sainz x sister!reader #carlos sainz x rebecca donaldson #sainz! sister #carlos sainz x reader #f1 x reader

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fushiguruuzzzz · 2 months ago

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wc ~800. req by @chlosology for 700 event. not proofread.

nights in with suna were, to put it simply, the highlight of your week.

it was nothing special, really. the two of you would nestle up in your dorm — never his, it reeked of testosterone and atsumu’s unwashed socks — with a ridiculously packed bag from the convenience store and your pyjamas that were probably his. it may not have been the picture of extravagance, but it was a moment of simmering calm in the midst of bleeding ink and late nights, and that was far more than you would ever even ask for. a night in with your friend was enough, enough to keep your neurotic mind sane for the time being.

legs thrown over his lap, the heat of his palm pressed firmly into your calf as the flash from the television casted colourful glows over his face. he looked good, face soft and relaxed in the moment but features sharp all the same. his narrowed eyes flicked away from the screen before him momentarily, only allowing himself to catch a brief glimpse of your gaze before pulling himself back together.

your hangouts were friendly. always friendly, always casual and chill and quiet. but the truth? it was making rintaro fall apart at the seams. by no means was he an easily flustered man, but somehow every shift of your body against his, no matter how subtle, had his throat drying and instead being invaded by a thick, affection shaped lump. he hated it, to be frank. who were you, to step into his life with annoyingly kind eyes and gentle hands, to break down his laidback exterior without even trying? he was mildly convinced that you’d bewitched him. nothing else explained it. nothing. not that it was love or anything, that was crazy. the world would turn to ash before rintaro suna was head over heels, crumble beneath his fingertips, and he was bound to fade away knowing he kept his dignity until the very end. but he didn’t; you were beside him and you were beautiful, and he wanted to leap out of his skin.

“I don’t like that guy,” you cut in, followed by a crunch as you popped a chip in your mouth. he stared for a second too long, stuck on how casual you were about all of it. when had the roles reversed, when had he become the mess? what exactly was the point that he became the puddle at your feet, and you the heat the caused him to meet the ground?

he responded with a halfhearted hum, head turning to you sluggishly as if it had not been that way for half of the movie already. “why not?”

you gave a shrug, chewing away at your salty snack for a beat longer. you figured the answer would not matter much even if you did have one, seeing as suna was only half paying attention anyway. “I jus’ don’t, I dunno.”

he sniggered softly, lips pulling up into a barely perceptible smirk. “don’t talk with your mouth full. what are you, four?”

your brows furrowed in an exaggerated sort of irritation, but he did not miss the way your face pulled up in embarrassment. “forgive me for answering your question, jeez.”

“I could’ve easily waited. i’m a patient man, you know.”

the scoff that tumbled from your lips said enough, but he was sure you would add a snarky remark, too. suna was calm, every move commenced with a sluggish precision that was nearly disturbing. he did not care for academics, but always tried just enough to get a passing grade. he talked just enough to maintain stable relationships with his friends (though you were an exception, but that’s not related at the moment), spent just enough money to stay comfortable with his savings. he was lazy, but he had an ability to keep balance in this prejudiced world, and that was an admirable trait in itself. he did just enough.

and he loved you just enough. he loved you from the corner of the room, from the foot of the bed as he gazed at you with keen eyes and wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was something he deemed worth the effort. he wondered that if he gave you the chance, you would spend your days curled up watching half-boring sitcoms and horror movies, letting him be lazy for everything but you. like the moon, ever avoidant, but reflecting the light of the sun in every waking moment. that sort of dedication was foreign to rintaro, but as you tossed another snack into your mouth and met his gaze with a amused fondness that made his chest clench, he figured everything found something to be devoted to at some point.

“thinking you’re too cool to push for answers doesn’t mean patience, rin.”

nevermind.

a/n: this event is making me write for more people waowwww!!! sorry i’ve been so slow with them, im getting to it!! <3

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slutoru1207 · 18 days ago

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I know this is a weird ask but could you write something where reader is the superhero and mark is just a normal human with no powers. (Also I really really love your work!)

sorry for the late response but here you gooo <333

Mark Grayson x Superhero!Fem!Reader

"You’re basically a real-life superhero, and I get to hang out with you. It’s not fair… but I’m not complaining." SFW | Nerdy, Adorable Mark, Fluffy Romance

Cute Headcanons

Mark is the sweetest nerd who’s so in awe of you. He’ll never admit it out loud, but he’s amazed every time you take down a villain or save the day. You could lift a car with one hand and he’d be like, “That’s my girlfriend.” He even keeps a little scrapbook of all your missions, secretly hoping one day you’ll let him help (but he’s too shy to ask directly).

He’s low-key obsessed with your superhero gadgets. Whenever you have new tech, he’s the first to want to look at it—asking all kinds of nerdy questions, trying to figure out how things work, and maybe even trying to improve them in his free time (not that you asked for it, but it’s cute). Expect a lot of "Hey, I fixed your laser gauntlets! I think..." moments. He just loves making sure you have everything you need.

He gets really nervous when you're in danger. It’s like he knows you can handle yourself, but it doesn’t stop his heart from racing every time you go on a mission. He’s always texting you little things like "Be careful!" or "You’re amazing. Just remember, I’m proud of you!" He might even leave little snacks or drinks in your bag without you knowing, just in case you get tired.

The first time you save him, he’s totally flustered. Mark may be the son of Omni-Man, but when you save him from a minor villain or catch him mid-fall after he misses a landing, he’s the most embarrassed and grateful person ever. “I’m supposed to be the one saving people, not the other way around... but thanks!” Expect him to get adorably shy and say “thank you” like five times in a row.

He constantly admires your strength in the sweetest ways. He’s totally the type of boyfriend to watch you with those big, loving eyes while you fight, train, or just casually pick up heavy things. He’s amazed at how effortlessly strong you are, and he thinks it’s so cool. He’ll say things like, “I can’t believe I get to date someone who can kick so much ass.”

He makes a huge deal of the little things you do. Every victory you achieve, no matter how small, gets a celebration. He’ll shout your name from the sidelines like you’re winning an Olympic medal every time you catch a bad guy or save someone. He’s your biggest fan in the most adorable, wholesome way.

At the end of the day, he just wants to cuddle and talk about your day. Once the chaos of being a superhero dies down, Mark loves nothing more than lying next to you, asking about your mission, and being there to calm you down. He might bring over a ton of snacks and try to make you laugh with his goofy, nerdy humor. It’s his way of making sure you feel loved and safe after a long, exhausting day.

Fun Moments with Mark

You take him on a patrol, and he’s nervous but thrilled. He’s flying beside you, trying to keep up, but his cheeks are flushed from excitement and maybe a little anxiety. Every time you stop to save someone or take down a bad guy, you can hear him muttering things like "Whoa... that was awesome! You’re amazing..." His voice is full of awe.

He’s your biggest cheerleader at superhero events. Whether it’s a press conference or a big battle with multiple heroes, Mark’s always standing there in the crowd, holding up a handmade sign that says “Go [Your Name]!” He’s just that cute and supportive—always the first to tell you how proud he is of everything you do.

He insists on "helping" you with superhero logistics. Mark might not have super strength or laser vision, but he’ll offer to assist in ways only a true nerd can. “I’ll handle the tech! I’ll be your mission control!” He loves being involved, even if it’s just holding your equipment or offering you water between fights.

Sweet, Flirty Moments

Mark’s shy flirting is adorable. He’ll often blush or stutter when he gets too close to you, especially when he’s trying to compliment you. “You—you look really... powerful today. I mean, you always do, but, uh, today’s just extra...” He’ll be fumbling with his words, looking down, but you can tell he means every word. You’ll definitely get a lot of "awkwardly cute" moments.

He’s the type to write you cheesy love notes. Expect cute little sticky notes in your hero suit pocket with things like "Stay safe, superhero!" or "Can’t wait to see you after your mission!" He'll even sneak in little references to your favorite movies or comics—because he’s thatthoughtful.

#invincible x reader #mark grayson invincible #invincible comic #mark grayson x reader #mark x reader #invincible season 3 #invincible fanfic #invincible x you #invincible

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imagining-in-the-margins · 9 months ago

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CM Friends-with-Benefits Challenge

The following are prompts including friends with benefits/situationships!

This event is over (Masterlist here!), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

🥰 Song Prompts 🥰

"Sex" by The 1975

"Too Sweet" by Hozier

"dress" by Taylor Swift

"august" by Taylor Swift

"Casual" by Chappell Roan

"Dinner & Diatribes" by Hozier

"Close to You" by Gracie Abrams

“Stuck in the Middle” by Tai Verdes

"Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan

"I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys

“Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” by Arctic Monkeys

💌 Dialogue Prompts 💌

“I’m just in it for the snacks.”

“No wonder you’re single…” (joking?)

“So... what’s the stance on cuddling?”

"You deserve something real. I want us to be real.”

“We’re just friends with benefits.” // “Right, and the benefit is being madly in love.” (sarcasm?)

“We’re… friends. With benefits.” // “Without sex? What’s the benefit?” // “My delightful company, asshole.”

"I'm your boyfriend without the benefits." // "Do you want the benefits?" // "Yes—No... I'm your fluffer!" ('New Girl')

“What is up with those two lately?” // “They’re sleeping together.” // “Yeah, right. Imagine… wait, seriously?”

General & NSFW Prompts Below!

🌹 General Prompts 🌹

Someone figures out the situation. A and B try to figure out how.

A is blindsided by jealousy when someone shows an interest in B.

A and B try to be normal so no one knows. Literally everyone knows.

A is so worried about B falling for them that A fails to realize A already fell for B.

A realizes they are happier with B than any actual significant other they’ve had.

A is totally B’s type, which has never worked out before. As a result, A keeps sabotaging things.

A agrees to a situationship with B because they think it's the only way they'll be able to have them.

A reaches out to B for a hookup but gets rejected, and they each struggle with their disappointment.

A is treating the arrangement like a formal business deal. B gets tired of it and shuts them up with a kiss.

A and B used to be friends with benefits. When they meet again later, the arrangement is still appealing.

A has to leave town for a long time. They have one last night with B but don’t tell them. They’re gone in the morning and leave B wondering what they wanted to say the night before.

Anything else you can think of!

💋 NSFW Prompts 💋

A completely defies B’s expectations of what they’re like in bed.

A and B decide to hook up one last time (or maybe not the last...)

A agreed to take B’s virginity as long as B didn’t catch feelings. It seems like B didn’t. A did, though.

A and B's no-judgment rule means they're finally comfortable to ask for what they've always wanted to try in bed.

A is annoyed with B, so they start loudly complaining/joking about their situationship. Angry/playful sex ensues.

A and B have never felt truly satisfied in bed until there were no strings attached... it definitely wasn't because of finding the right partner.

Happy Writing!

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baisemains · 16 days ago

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Elements of Desire

Chapter 5: Cold War

single mom!sevika x fem!reader

word count: 5.6k

contains: angst, language, food mention, hurt/comfort, mention of past relationship trauma

description: with the first science fair submission looming, winter break is not the reprieve either of you hope it is, for better or worse.

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The next morning, your alarm blaring wakes you up and you feel like you have the world’s worst hangover. For a few blissful moments, the only thing you could think about was the pounding in your head and what you did to deserve it.

Then, by some divine punishment, the events of yesterday come flooding back, minute by excruciating minute. Vi exposing a twisted version of your deepest secret, Sevika’s face as she took it in, the way you left her house like a coward. You don’t even want to think about the conversation that took place after.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you decide on a shower to wash away yesterday’s tears, and hopefully, shame. Turning the water as hot as you can possibly stand, you slowly step under the stream and let the scalding liquid pour over your body, not moving a muscle as a few stray droplets escape your eyes. They eventually make their way down your neck and blend in with the water, and it almost makes you feel like you’re not crying.

Once you convince yourself to leave the comfort of the shower, you wrap yourself in whatever towel was closest to you and dry off, still feeling sluggish. Wiping the steam off of the mirror, you’re met with tired, puffy eyes and you hang your head in exhaustion. Deciding to just head into your room, you lay down on your bed, not even attempting to put clothes on.

By the grace of whatever is out there, today is Saturday, and the first official day of winter break, which means not only do you not have to go to work, but you can stay in your room and wallow as long as you want. As long as you finish grading the finals sitting on your desk.

Deciding you should get food before you lock yourself in all day, you throw on your comfiest robe and slippers and head to the kitchen to grab something quick. Poking your head in to make sure that no one is there, you make a beeline for the pantry, grabbing a random selection of snacks that should tide you over for a few hours. As you’re about to run back to your room, your housemate walks in and you almost crash into her.

“Oh shit.”

She catches you right before you make contact, taking in your entire look and raises her eyebrow at you.

“You look like hell. You okay?”

Not really in the mood for a conversation, you try to quickly slip past her but she’s quick to block your way.

“Dude, seriously, I heard you come in last night and it sounded like you were crying. Was it the mom, do I need to beat her ass?”

The mere mention of Sevika has your eyes watering again and you have to look down, blinking the tears away before answering.

“I just…wanna be alone right now, no offense. Thank you for checking in though.”

Glancing at her, you give her a tight smile and brush past, heading straight into your room and shutting the door. Leaning against it, you let out a deep breath, heart racing a bit. Walking over to your bed, you throw on some comfy pajamas and decide to start grading those finals, maybe that’ll distract you.

Putting your snacks within reach, you hunker over the desk and get to work. A while later, you hear a gentle knock on the door and as your eyes adjust to how dark the room is now, only then do you realize how much time has passed. Rubbing your eyes, you tell whoever is on the other side to come in.

Your housemate you ran into earlier peeks her head in, looking gently at you.

“Hey. The other girls were thinking about ordering in and wanted to know if you wanted to pick the place. We haven’t ordered from that restaurant you love in a while.”

That causes you to chuckle, they’re definitely trying to make you feel better.

“Everyone knows then?”

Her mouth twists as she thinks about what to say next.

“Well, none of us really know what happened, just that it wasn’t good, and we thought this might cheer you up.”

Sighing, as much as you wanted to wallow in self pity all day, the fact that they’re reaching out does bring up your mood a bit. And the mention of food makes your stomach growl embarrassingly loud. The two of you have a little giggle at that, and you lean back in your chair, stretching in the process.

“That sounds really good, actually.”

She smiles at you, clearly happy to hear you say that.

“I’ll go let the girls know, the usual order?”

You nod, knowing that you’re going to have your favorite food in just a short while.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Her smile widens as she swings the door shut, leaving you alone in your room again. You’re able to get a few more tests graded before you hear the doorbell ring, heralding your salvation in the shape of takeout boxes.

“Food’s here!”

Your housemate’s voice rings out and you close your laptop, stretching as you get up.

Making your way into the living room, you see your other housemates digging into the boxes eagerly, your food sitting off to the side. Taking a seat in between them, you crack open one of your favorite drinks and start digging into your meal. They start talking about their personal lives, even revealing some new information you’d been too busy to hear about. You’re thankful that they don’t try to pry into your business, the normalcy of the conversation setting your frayed nerves at ease.

Once it’s quieted down a bit, you finally feel comfortable telling the girls about the night before.

“So, um…the reason I came in crying last night is cause, uh…I was at Sevika’s yesterday.”

Hums of disapproval come from the girls at that, they liked her well enough for never having met her but they were always going to have your back first.

“You know, to check on Powder’s project. And after I was done, she invited me to stay for dinner. Well actually, her daughter did, the oldest. She showed up before I got there as a surprise for the girls and she was kinda giving me a weird look, but I ignored it. And then,” you sigh, “while we were eating, she says she knows me from somewhere. And she fuckin’ brings up Gert.”

“She what?! How old is this kid?!”

“Around nineteen probably. She said she’s close friends with Gert’s daughter and she told her everything that happened with the wedding and the break up and all that. But she got it backwards, she told Sevika that I’m the one that cheated and that’s why I moved here, because I ruined their lives.”

Your friends are losing their minds at this point, but you start shaking your head and that gets their attention.

“But the worst part is that I didn’t even correct her. I froze like a fuckin’ coward and left. The whole time she was talking, all I could think about was how wrong she was, but I think just hearing about that whole situation from someone else, someone I don’t even know, was just validation that I’m never gonna be able to fully separate myself from that. It’s always gonna follow me, no matter how far I run from it.”

Tears are steadily streaming down your face now and your roommates all engulf you in a hug, one of them gently rubbing your back. Letting yourself go, you start crying in their arms, knowing they understand.

This is the first place you moved in after breaking it off with Gert. You had never lived with roommates before, on your own from the time you graduated high school but it was the first available spot you found and you jumped on it. Luckily, you got along with all of them and they became your friends over time.

Your roommates sit there with you for what feels like forever, letting you get it all out of your system. When you finally get your breathing under control, it’s one of them who speaks up first.

“If I ever see that kid, just say the word and we’ll let her have it.”

One of the others chimes in.

“Yeah, who the hell does she think she is? She wasn’t even there when it actually went down.”

You chuckle, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“Guys, she’s just protecting her mom. If I were in her shoes, I’d have done the same thing.”

“Eh, still. She’s old enough to be able to think a little bit.”

Shrugging, you’re over the conversation now, glad to have gotten it all out of your system. A big yawn escapes from your mouth and you decide it’s time for bed.

“I think that’s it for me, guys, it’s been a long day.”

They nod, knowing that having to relive that took a lot out of you. They each hug you again, letting you know that they’re there if you ever need to talk. With one final swig of your drink, you get up and throw away your containers in the trash, telling the girls good night and retreating back to your room.

By the time Monday rolls around, you and Sevika haven’t talked at all and it’s almost time for Powder’s project to be presented. It’s over Zoom with one of the members of the science fair committee and you’ve been prepping her for days beforehand so your nerves this morning aren’t because of that.

Initially, you had told Powder that you’d come over to run through it one last time before the official presentation but after that debacle a couple days before, you were sure Sevika wouldn’t want you in her house. Luckily, technology has advanced so you let Powder know you would FaceTime her instead and stay on through the Zoom call for moral support.

She was upset you weren’t going to be physically present but she understood the circumstances and you assured her that you’d always be there for her when it came to school. You texted Sevika the same this morning so she was kept in the loop and all you got back was a thumbs up on the message. It shouldn’t have stung the way it did but you tried your best to shove that feeling down for the time being, there was a more important issue at hand.

About an hour before her video chat, you call Powder from your desk, writing down the key points you want her to hit as your laptop rings. She answers with a smile and a “Hey Teach!”, causing you to let out a genuine smile for the first time in days. This is why you chose teaching, you remind yourself.

After quick hellos, Powder sets the phone down and the two of you start going through the presentation. A couple minutes into it, Sevika walks into frame, cleaning up the area that will be visible on the Zoom call. Putting aside your personal feelings at the moment, you greet the woman and only receive a curt nod in return.

Deciding not to dwell on it, you continue talking to Powder, making sure she’s using all of the correct terminology and engaging with you while doing it. Once you think she’s got it down, you give her a pep talk, reminding her of how smart and talented she is, and how even if this doesn’t pan out, it doesn’t mean she should give up on her work.

Little do you know, Sevika is listening intently to your conversation, trying her hardest not to turn around and say something. The way you’re talking to Powder with such sincerity makes her chest warm, you really do care about her, not just as a student, but as a person. She wishes your guys’ situation wasn’t in the place it was, but for now, all she can do is silently agree.

Eventually, it’s time for the official presentation and Powder sets her phone off to the side before answering the other call, smiling at you while you give her two big thumbs up. The committee member greets her, sounding bored as ever but you know she won’t let that discourage her. Starting off strong, she takes all the notes you gave her during practice and puts them into motion, painting an amazing picture and bringing her idea to life. You even hear an intrigued “Hmm” from the woman in the computer and hope that bodes well for Powder.

She finishes the demonstration with a flourish and a smile, proud of herself just like you told her she should be. The board member doesn’t give much away, just telling Powder that they’ll be in touch, and ends the call. You let out a loud cheer, telling her how amazing she did. Sevika scoops her up into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her know how proud she is of her.

Walking over to the phone, Powder picks it up and you can see how pink her cheeks are, nerves finally showing.

“Man, that was intense. A couple times, I thought I was gonna pass out,” Powder giggles, grabbing her forehead for emphasis. Laughing with her, the two of you chat for a few minutes before you remember something.

“Hey, can you pass the phone to your mom? I need to talk logistics with her.”

Powder’s eyes widen a bit, looking off to the side before answering.

“Uhh, yeah, here.”

The phone moves back and forth before a familiar face shows up on screen.

“Hey.”

You take a second to look at Sevika before responding. She seems tired, and you’re sure you’re not faring much better.

“Hi. So I just wanted to go over the next steps really quickly. The committee is gonna email me directly with their decision, whether she makes it to the next round or not. It’s gonna be about two weeks, so beginning-ish of January most likely, and I’ll let you guys know as soon as they tell me anything.”

“Wait, so they’re not gonna reach out to us?”

Sevika can’t help but be surprised, they already have her contact information, why wouldn’t they just email her?

“They do it by school because sometimes there’s multiple students submitting so it’s less emails for them to send. And sometimes parents get pretty pissed their kid doesn’t get picked and send their own emails back.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense.”

Sevika was just hoping she wouldn’t have to rely on you for an answer. Not that she didn’t trust you, but now she still had to be somewhat in contact with you for at least two more weeks.

“Okay, then. We’ll wait for their answer, I guess.”

You nod, unsure of what to say now. You’re still not used to being awkward with Sevika.

“I gotta go prepare for another student’s presentation, but I’ll give you a heads up when they give me an answer. Bye, Sevika.”

Hearing her name in your mouth causes her heart to twinge a little, but she doesn’t show it.

“Goodbye.”

Hanging up, she closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. A noise behind her startles her and she suddenly remembers where she is. Looking around, she spots Powder in the corner near her project, looking like she’s been caught.

“C’mon, we need to clean up.”

Powder starts gathering some of the supplies off the table while Sevika starts wrapping up the wiring.

“Mom?”

Sevika looks up from her task, noticing Powder’s contemplative expression.

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

Pausing her movement, Sevika turns her body towards her daughter.

“Sure, what’s on your mind, babe?”

“Do you…” Powder’s words trail off, trying to figure out if she should even ask this. Sevika stays quiet, letting her sort out her thoughts on her own accord. After a moment, she finally speaks.

“Do you like Teach?”

Sevika’s mind freezes, trying to understand how to approach this question.

“Well, of course I like her. She’s a great teacher, I heard her talking to you earlier before your presentation.”

Powder is unconvinced by that answer and crosses her arms.

“That’s not what I mean.”

Feeling her neck heat up, Sevika doesn’t know what to say and tries to redirect her line of questioning. Her honesty policy might have to take a backseat this time.

“Powder, what’s this about? Why are you asking me this?”

“I’m not blind Mom, I know what a crush looks like.”

Sevika’s eyes widen, she wasn’t expecting this turn in the conversation.

“It’s not that simple—”

Powder cuts her off, her voice becoming firm.

“It is that simple, you either have that kind of feeling for someone or you don’t.”

A glare from her mom causes Powder to reel in her attitude, just wanting her to understand where she’s coming from.

“Look, I can tell there’s something between you guys. And I know that people can be just friends, but this doesn’t seem like that.”

Sevika lets out a sigh, rubbing a hand over her face.

“Powder, even if I did have feelings for her, it still would be complicated.”

Powder raises an eyebrow, waiting for her mom to elaborate. Sevika struggles with the proper wording, she never wanted to have this conversation with her if there was nothing to really say, but she can clearly sense whatever’s been going on, and she deserves as much of the truth as she can give her.

“What your sister brought up the other day was a valid point. I don’t agree with the way she did it, but if that’s true, and it seems to be, I have to take that into consideration.”

“But why, that’s in the past!”

“Because Powder, if she cheated on someone with kids before, who’s to say she won’t do it again?!”

The air in the room vanishes at that, both of them with pained expressions on their faces.

“Look,” Sevika sighed, “there are things I have to think about because I have you girls. You three will always be my number one priority above everything, no matter what.”

Powder looks down at that. She can understand where Sevika is coming from, but she’s seen how much she’s sacrificed for them and it doesn’t sit right with her.

“But Mom, you deserve to be happy too. I just think you should talk to Teach about what happened, maybe she had a different reason to break up with that lady.”

A short laugh leaves Sevika’s mouth, she wishes she still had that innocence. Letting her features soften, she walks over to Powder and places her hands on her shoulders, crouching down so they’re eye level.

“I appreciate you caring about me so much, I really do. But you’re young, and you haven’t experienced all the things I have yet. Sometimes…things don’t work out the way you want them to.”

Sevika continues, not wanting to just bash you knowing how much you mean to her.

“She’s still an amazing teacher and mentor to you, and for that I’m grateful. But anything else is out of the picture for me.”

Powder frowns, nodding as she takes in what Sevika is saying.

“Okay, if you say so.”

Hugging her daughter, Sevika sighs, she wishes things hadn’t gone this way, but as usual, she makes do with what she’s been given.

“I meant it earlier when I said how proud of you I am. That project is insane, I can’t believe you did all that.”

Looking up at Sevika, Powder grins.

“Right?! I was so scared it wasn’t gonna work out how I wanted but it did. I really hope I get into the next round.”

Sevika can’t believe how much she lucked out with this kid. Brains and compassion.

“You know what? Let’s do something, I’ll make your favorites for dinner and dessert tonight, how about that?”

“Yes! O-M-G, you haven’t done that in forever, thanks Mom!”

Powder runs inside to tell her sisters how the presentation went and Sevika heads in a bit after, putting thoughts of you out of her head and remembering everything else she has to be grateful for.

Winter break comes and goes without you or Sevika reaching out a single time. She takes the girls on vacation to see some family they haven’t visited in a while, and you occupy yourself with catching up on your reality shows and prepping for the new semester.

That doesn’t mean you’re not constantly reminded of each other, though. A song on your playlist that you introduced Sevika to will start playing, Powder or Isha will want to watch a book turned movie you mentioned to her, etc. It makes it impossible not to think of the other and how close you were starting to get.

One night after having a wine and spa day with your roommates, you even got drunk enough to download a dating app to try and see what else was out there. That only lasted until the next morning when you remembered it existed and promptly deleted it.

The most embarrassing part is that you were treating this like a breakup when you were never even dating her. Your roommates tried making you feel better, having been in your shoes before, but nothing helped. Now that your window had closed, you wanted nothing more than to have a normal conversation with her, like you did before.

Sevika had it worse, not only were her own thoughts constantly reminding her of you, so were her kids. When they went to the aquarium, Isha brought up fun facts you had told her about certain fish. When they visited a major landmark, Powder bought a keychain to bring back to you because you liked to collect them. You were inescapable. She almost couldn’t wait for them to go back to school just so she could have her own thoughts back.

The only one who didn’t bring you up was Vi, for obvious reasons. Every time her sisters did, she would roll her eyes and try to change the conversation, sometimes successful, most times not. She hadn’t realized how important you had become to her family in the seemingly short time they had been living there, and if it wasn’t for what she knew, she’d have loved it, she was always hoping Sevika would meet a decent woman and settle down.

Thinking about it irritated her all over again, and she groaned, catching the attention of both Powder and Caitlyn. The three of them were spread out on beach towels as Isha dragged Sevika down to the water, wanting to collect seashells.

“What, Vi?”

Powder glances at her sister over her sunglasses, she was trying to take a nap but she was being dramatic as usual and making it impossible.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

“Obviously it’s something if you keep moaning and groaning. Just spit it out.”

Vi flips her sister off and Caitlyn looks towards the water to make sure Sevika isn’t seeing this.

“Back at you, bro.”

Powder sticks a perfectly painted middle finger up at Vi and the two begin bickering, much to Caitlyn’s amusement.

“You’re okay though, right? It’s not anything bad, like, failing a class, or whatever?”

A gentle voice speaks out a couple minutes later and Vi looks over at her little sister who has an apprehensive look on her face. Slightly frowning, Vi reaches out and lightly ruffles Powder’s hair, much to the younger girl’s annoyance.

“No, I’m fine, don’t worry. I was just thinking about Sev and…your teacher.”

“Oh.”

The confession brings about an uncomfortable air between the two sisters, unlike anything they’ve experienced before. In the past, if they ever disagreed on something, they would try to convince the other why they were right or at least have a conversation about it. When it came to you, however, a dialogue felt unapproachable.

But today, that would change.

“Vi—“

The teenager whips her head around to look at Powder, narrowing her eyes as if to say ‘don’t try to convince me’. Undeterred, Powder continues.

“I know your friend was there when all that stuff went down between her mom and Teach, but I don’t know, that just doesn’t seem like something she would do.”

The older of the two scoffs at that.

“Right, cause you met this lady when, a couple months ago? You don’t actually know her, you know that right?”

“Okay but Mom’s known her the same amount of time and she trusts her, so doesn’t that say something? And also, I can tell when someone’s cool or not, thank you.”

Shaking her head, Vi looks out towards the water before she refocuses back on her sister.

“You’re a kid Powder, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh fuck off, you’re only three years older than me, calm down.”

Powder rolls her eyes at her sister, she always had to act all dark and mysterious but she could see right through it.

“What, just cause your girlfriend’s here, you’re gonna act like you’re hot shit? Does she know you still sleep with your blanket?”

A giggle sounds out on the other side of Vi and the tips of her ears start turning red.

“That’s not the point. The point is, I know what that lady did once, and that’s enough for me. Sev can do way better.”

Powder kicks her foot out, sending a small flurry of sand up in the air.

“I get that, but I’m telling you, I know Teach, and I don’t believe that’s exactly what happened.”

“Look, if I’m wrong, I have no problem admitting that, but I’m telling you that I trust my friend told me the truth.”

Vi starts to get frustrated that her sister isn’t taking her side on this and takes a deep breath to calm down.

“I hope you’re right Vi, otherwise Mom’s missing out on a really cool person.”

With that, Powder stands up, adjusts her sunglasses, and starts walking down to meet Sevika and Isha where they’re dipping their feet in the ocean.

Laying back with a sigh, Vi closes her eyes and rubs her forehead with the heel of her hand.

“Did I fuck up? What if I am wrong and that’s not what happened, do you think Sev would ever forgive me?”

Unsure of how to respond to that, Caitlyn puts her hand on Vi’s propped up leg and squeezes it.

“I think…you did what you thought was best for your family. Whether you were right or not.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

Propping herself up on her elbows, Vi squints at her girlfriend.

“I need honesty, Cait, not poli-sci major answers. I might’ve ruined a future relationship, this is real shit.”

Knowing how much her girlfriend can beat herself up over things like this, Caitlyn looks into her eyes, her expression turning firm.

“What I’m saying is you can’t control how events unfold, you can only control your actions in the moment. What’s done is done. All you can do now is support your family the way you’ve been doing.”

That brings about an even deeper frown on Vi’s face, but it’s the truth and she knows it. She only ever has their best interest at heart, but sometimes it bites her in the ass, like this. Throwing herself back on the towel, she covers her face with both hands.

“Fuck.”

Later that night, Sevika and the girls are watching a movie, but everyone except her and Vi has fallen asleep at some point. She also begins to nod off just as Vi asks her a question.

“Hey Sev?”

Blinking herself awake, Sevika looks toward the teenager sitting beside her, seeing the serious look on her face and sitting up.

“What’s up, kid?”

“Would you ever get mad at me? Like so mad you’d never talk to me again?”

Now Sevika’s worried, and potential situations start running through her head.

“What do you mean? You didn’t fail a class or something right?”

“No! Why does everyone keep saying that…”

She lets out a sigh of relief at that, she was barely able to afford Vi’s schooling as it is.

“Okay, what is it then?”

“Just…if I ever said something to protect you or the girls and I turned out to be wrong, would you be that mad at me?”

Sevika has a feeling she knows what this is about but chooses not to say anything at the moment.

“Kid, you’d have to do something pretty insane for me to never talk to you again.”

The teenager is visibly relieved and Sevika knows she should elaborate.

“I know you carry a lot on your shoulders as the oldest, and I wish I could say I can relate or know what it’s like, but I don’t. What I do know is that you’ve done the best you can given the circumstances. Neither of us chose this situation and I don’t mean this in a fucked up way, but I’m proud to be raising you.”

Vi’s holding back tears at this point, both from the anxiety of potentially being wrong about your past and the fact that Sevika said she’s proud of her. Engulfing the woman in a hug, she shoves her face into her shoulder to muffle her cries.

Surprised at her reaction, Sevika returns the embrace and gently rubs her back, knowing this has been building up over time. Vi’s never one to cry easily so she doesn’t push her for an explanation. After a few minutes, she calms down and now looks embarrassed at the fact that she fell apart so quickly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do all that.”

Sevika hums, even after all these years, Vi is still reluctant to show emotion in front of other people.

“It’s okay, kid. Seems like you needed it.”

“Yeah, I, uh, didn’t realize I was holding that much in.”

Frowning at that, Sevika decides if she should ask for more information or see if Vi will volunteer it herself. Turns out, neither happens.

“Thanks for this, Sev. I know it hasn’t been easy raising all of us. Especially me.”

The woman softens at the shift in conversation, Vi always knew what spots to hit.

“I do what I can, you kids deserve it.”

Nodding, Vi stands up and stretches, waking and gathering the other girls that were sleeping. They all sleepily stumble to the room they’re sharing, bidding Sevika good night and shutting the door quietly. Thoughts now on the conversation her and Vi just had, her mind wanders to their journey to this moment. She doesn’t find much sleep that night.

The evening before school starts back up, you’re once again at your desk, getting all your supplies ready for the new semester. You’re just about to shut your laptop and head to bed when a new email notification pops up and the subject line forms a pit in your stomach.

Results of first round submissions for…

Oh shit, it’s time.

Taking a deep breath, you click on the email and prepare for either good or bad news. Best case scenario, both Ekko and Powder make it through, worst case, neither of them do. Speeding through the unnecessarily long message, you get to the end and find what you were searching for.

”We have decided to submit both of your students, Ekko…Powder…to the next round—“

“Yes!”

You jump out of your chair and clutch your head, you can’t believe this is happening. Your roommate happens to be walking by at that exact moment and you run out to hug her, excitement taking over as you spin her around.

“Whoa, what’s the good news?!”

“Both my kids got accepted into the next round of the science fair!”

Feeling like you’re walking on air, nothing could bring you back down to earth right now.

“No way, that’s amazing dude! I’m so happy for you. Have you let them know yet?”

Except that.

“Oh…right. Not yet, I literally just read the email. I should probably go do that.”

Awkwardly smiling at her, you spin on your heel and walk back into your room, closing the door behind you. Sighing heavily, your victory feels short lived as you think about having to write a work email before school is officially back.

Opening up a new tab, you write a congratulatory message to Ekko and his parents, letting them know that you’ll be passing along the new deadlines and requirements when you’re made aware of them, and that you’re excited for the new semester as well. Sending that, you open another tab to fire the next one off, starting to type the receiving address and you freeze.

You haven’t spoken to Sevika in weeks now and though you promised to let her know the results as soon as you found out, an email just feels so impersonal, especially considering how close to Powder you are. Swallowing your nerves, you pull out your phone instead and open your text thread with her.

Can you meet me at the school tomorrow when you pick up Powder? It’s important.

Less than a minute later, your phone vibrates and you see that Sevika just gave the message a thumbs up. Again. Sighing, you guess that’s better than being ignored.

Plugging your phone in, you go through your bedtime routine before sliding under your blankets, ready to fall asleep. Unfortunately for you, your thoughts keep drifting to the fact that you’re going to see Sevika in person again, butterflies showing up in your stomach uninvited.

Trying to remind yourself that you’re not exactly on good terms at the moment, images of her quickly start flashing through your mind. Even thinking about the fact that this was actually about Powder and not the two of you didn’t help. Fuck.

You couldn’t wait to get to school tomorrow.

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i beg of u to make a felix ver of the period comfort series

hihihi it's finally here~ i haven't released much lately but i've been wanting to write for lixie for a while . . . here you gooo

your warmth - (best friend!lee felix x reader with period)

pairing: best friend!lee felix x reader with period

summary: felix catches you at an unpleasant time . . .

genre: soft, reader has a period, mentions of blood, period products, medication, mentions of eating and drinking, i don't like this one very much :/, oh well, cuddling, kissing, very soft, very fluffy, kind of angsty?? reader has a job, felix likes to burst into reader's house unannounced

a/n: yayyy the felix ver. of the period comfort series !!!

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You're pretty sure you're falling apart right now.

At least, that's what it feels like.

It started with a momentary, dull ache this morning while you were getting ready for work; you thought nothing of it and grabbed a piece of toast on your way out. It faded after ten seconds, anyway; probably the result of a late-night snacking session. Or so you thought.

It happened again at work, as soon as you sat down at your desk; again, you ignored it, though the thought of your period lingered at the back of your mind. Brushing it aside, you had locked in and finished everything that you needed to do.

Satisfied a couple of hours later, and feeling in the mood for a well-deserved break, you'd stood up and immediately felt the wet, scarlet dregs of horror gushing out of you like a leaky tap.

Shit.

That event had been followed by a hasty call to your manager, saying you needed to go home, a rummage in your bag (only to find you'd run out of pads and tampons... seriously?) and then a drive home that was so fast you're pretty sure you caused some sort of accident.

Now, you're curled up on the sofa, both hands pressing a heating pad firmly to your lower stomach, swaddled in a fluffy blanket and a hoodie that is far too hot.

You're sweating, your lower back, thighs, and underarms uncomfortably damp against the thick material of your clothes, but you don't have it in yourself to move.

Just as you're about to hesitantly move to turn the thermostat as cold as possible, the door flies open and Felix strides in with a cheerful greeting. You flinch at the sound of the door banging shut, followed by your best friend's clumsy shuffling as he makes himself at home.

"Y/n, I'm here!" He sings, grinning.

Immediately dumping his belongings on the counter and kicking off his shoes, he walks over to the couch where you are and flops down on the couch, apparently unaware of your sticky, miserable state.

"Get out," you groan, doubling over on the couch.

"Aww, why?" He leans forward, eyes scanning your figure. "Thought you were fine with me coming over.." He trails off.

Hoodie, fluffy blanket, heating pad, looks angry, sweating, clutching stomach... Oh no. Period.

"Y/n," he coos cutely, suddenly cautious.

You groan even louder. "Go away, Felix. I'm not in the mood."

"Clearly- hmphh-"

He's met with a cushion to the face, and he falls back against the couch with an ungraceful thud. Tossing it aside, he scoots closer, pushing the fluffy blanket onto the floor and giving you some much-needed, cool relief.

"No need to get violent," he says, chuckling. "Do you want tea?"

Having no energy left to scoff at him, you sigh and nod in defeat. He gets up and pats your head before heading into your kitchen. The smell of chamomile fills the room, and you inhale deeply, the warm, light scent giving you enough strength to stand up. You grimace as the blood rushes out, and you shift uncomfortably on the spot, trying to ignore the warm, wet feeling.

"I'm going to get changed," you say quietly, voice so small you're not sure he'll hear it. But he does, and he just nods with a smile before pouring a little more hot water into a mug.

You sigh and drag your feet down the hallway, shutting your bedroom door behind yourself. Quickly changing your pad and washing your hands, you wipe your sweaty body down with several wet wipes before stepping into a light shirt and pair of shorts.

Normally you wouldn't be wearing this sort of thing on your period, but it's too hot for heavy clothing, and it's not like Felix will care. He's seen you in all sorts of things, and in this state too. It's not the first time he's come across you on your period.

There's a knock on the door; too tired to call out, you sluggishly pull it open and are met with your best friend's smiling face; his sunshine-like energy hits you with a wave of irritation, and you groan before moving aside to let him in.

A waft of steam follows him as he enters and sets the mug of tea down; he rubs his hands together and flops onto the bed, holding out the heat pad you had earlier. It had gone cold as soon as he had spontaneously announced himself in your abode; now, you watch as he drops it on the bed, tapping his fingertips together to disperse the heat from holding it.

"I reheated it for you," he says cheerfully.

"Thanks," you sigh, sitting on the bed. He hands you the mug and you lift it with weak hands, taking a long, deep sip of the liquid. It's immediately soothing, the cramps ripping your gut open dulling for just a moment. Felix watches you intently.

"Did you take medication?" He asks softly.

You nod. "Only a while ago. It hasn't kicked in yet, unfortunately."

Felix watches as you lift the heating pad to your stomach, pressing it to try and relieve the cramping. It hurts a little because of the heat, but it's soothing, and you exhale as the pain begins to dull.

"I wish I could have a heat pad as big as I am," you say, dazed and fatigued. "It's too messy to take a hot bath, and I get uncomfortable with blankets and hoodies... Too sweaty..."

Silence.

"Just wanna fall asleep," you continue, sighing. You're talking to yourself more than you are to Felix; the pain has muffled your senses, making the whole world seem quiet and tired, and all you're aware of is the constant ache in your abdomen.

There's a sudden warmth against your cheek and the world tilts sideways.

Shooting upwards, and then grimacing as you feel blood soak your pad, you stare at Felix with wide eyes. His arms are around your waist, one leg up as he leans against the headboard, clearly meaning to take you into his chest. His ears are red, though not half as scarlet as your nether regions.

"S-sorry," he says hurriedly, stumbling over his words. "I just- I thought it might help a little?"

He finishes on a question, a feeble attempt to reason and placate, like he's not sure why he did it himself. Rightfully so; you and Felix are close, but not so close that you cuddle or hold each other. The furthest you two go is holding hands or him having his arm around your shoulders.

But not this.

You bite your lip and look him up and down, weighing your decision. It did feel really good to be held. You know you could just fall asleep on him instantly. Felix is a comfy person, the angles and planes of his form surprisingly soft and pillowy.

But he might think it's gross... What if I leak on him while I sleep? Or what if he gets uncomfortable...

You don't have time to think the rest of it through, because Felix makes the decision for you. You let yourself be pulled into his chest, resting comfortably on your side as his arms meet each other at your waist. They wrap warmly around your shoulders and you're immediately sleepy as your cheek once again meets the heat emanating from his chest.

Was he always this comfortable?

"Go to sleep," he murmurs, and the low sound makes you shiver despite the warmth surrounding you. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"Felix..."

"Shhh," he says, stroking your hair, surprisingly bold despite his earlier flustered state. "I've got you."

The constant, dull ache plaguing your body like a disease has now reduced to a quiet, half-hearted throb in your stomach, the pain soothed for the most part. Part of you wishes you could stay like this forever, pressed against him like this, feeling the fan of his warm breath on your hair, the heat radiating from his body.

It's all so comfy and domestic and familiar, somehow.

Felix drops a tiny, hesitant kiss to your temple as he slides down the headboard, pulling you gently to his chest. It makes your cheeks warm as your eyelids begin to droop. You're on the verge of falling asleep, too far gone to be awake enough to open your eyes or protest at his movements. Not that you want to, even if you could.

One hand falls limp as your eyes finally shut, and Felix tucks it into the space between you, once more wrapping his arm around your waist and letting it rest in the dip.

He can't resist the urge to kiss your forehead, so close to him, and the feeling of your skin against his mouth is so restful that he keeps it there, gently falling into slumber with a permanent kiss resting against your face. Permanent enough, or at least until you wake up or he pulls back.

Neither of those things are happening any time soon.

"Feel better," he whispers.

a/n: this feels so short (like me) . . .

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