#I hope you're ready for mind-numbing fluff because I was NOT

[niiine]

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇

Character(s). Xiao, Lumine

Synopsis. Xiao's voice lines and how selfish he is when it comes to you.

Fluff & comfort

Gn! reader, but if I missed any fem pronounds, PLEASE FORGIVE ME. But I'm careful this time, i promise.

Mutual pining because whyy not. Xiao is a Tsundere (OOC a bit. I'm sorry) and reader's numb ehe.

Lumine is friends with the reader but kinda OOC (?)

Rushed ending ;‹

NOT PROOF READ. Pleas excuse grammar, spellings, my life, and other mistakes

Xiao is such a baby girl. I love this man sm please make him real. Here's Scaramouche's/Wanderer's version (another baby girl). Once Kazuha's home, I'll do his as well💖

SELFISH

"Didn't I told you to call me as soon as you see yourself in danger?"

XIAO's voice is rasped. Worried, and yet full of authority as he reprimanded you. His golden orbs, a piece of sun that decided to embodied heaven, scrutinizing your figure— searching for any injury but hoping that there's none.

"Lumine told me that you're on a commission, don't wanna disturb you, Xiao."

The yaksha sighed at your argument, clearly not amused at the shallow reason you've Come up with.

"Commission or none, you will call my name. Do you understand that, (y/n)?"

You nodded, aware that the topic is not up for discussion.

In your mind, it's nothing for Xiao but protecting Liyue and its people. And the thought it self did more damage than the Hilichurl you've encountered earlier.

But what can you do? You're just one of so many that needed the man that is currently bringing you to the safety of your home. You're so self-centered to think that he will drop anything just to come and save you, and yet—

"Xiao?"

You heard a soft hum in response, a cue for you to continue,

"If I call out your name in the most unpredicted time, when your hands are full and the situation cannot be abandoned, will you st—"

"I will be there."

—He just let you be selfish.

REMINDERS

"I told you, I'll bring them home. I promise" Lumine's voice is clearly tainted with annoyance, although her words bring out a soft chuckle out of your lips.

It's just a night out. Catching out with each other's story while strolling the ever busy streets of Liyue, But Xiao can't leave you alone with the knowledge that your endeavor with Lumine will be at the break of night.

"Knowing you, there will be a high possibility that you will be called to an emergency, if such happen, call out my name." he muttered, particularly to your friend,but his eyes falls on you at the last four words.

"Yes, yes. I will. Besides, Lumine promised that she'll stay the night at home so you don't have to worry that much" You gave him a small, reassuring smile, but please don't expect that it did the job.

"Alright. Then make sure you call m—"

"Xiao I swear if you don't leave us alone I'll take (y/n) to Mondstadt tonight" You do not, Xiao neither, but Lumine does know that the Yaksha— he can deny it all as much as he wants—can't stand a day without seeing you for a day, so;

The traveler's outburst is enough to keep the man away from your tail for a little while.

Although it doesn't suffice for him not to wait for your arrival at the roof of your home once his duty is settled for the night.

NIGHTMARES

"Xiao"

Not even seconds passed when the owner of the name you have uttered appeared in front of you, weapon gripped tightly around his fingers, ready to take down anything that caused you harm

But much to his surprise, and relief, there's no sign of any danger around the area. Just you laying on your bed (NO. THIS IS SFW.) with tears adorning your porcelain face.

"What happened?" He questioned, feet scurrying to your comfort, his gentle digits kissing away the remnants of grief from your cheeks.

"I—I... You... I dreamt of you... dying" your words almost inaudible from hiccups, and the man before you loath the sight before him.

He hates the fact that he'd rather burn the land of geo himself, than see you in such state, but somehow, the thought of you mourning his demise is comforting, addicting even.

"I'm here, I'm fine...look" He took your hand in his, cupping his face with the warmth of your palms.

He leaned on your touch, and you caressed his face, thumbs moving across the places it could reach. Taking in everything, anything, that will prove that he's here. That he will always be here.

"Stay"

It's selfish of you to take the precious time of him that could've been used to cleanse Liyue.

"Sleep, i'll be here"

It's selfish of him to oblige and put you before the land he swore to protect.

The moon peeks a little, illuminating a space in the room but barely reaches the feet of your bed— as if afraid to expose what two pair of eyes are scared to admit.

DREAMS

You woke up with a sight to behold.

Your friend, whom you called at midnight, now deep in his sleep beneath the windowsill, moonlight dancing just above his emerald head.

How come a being, whose hands are tainted by rivers of blood, can look so divine?

You take in everything, carving the image in the back of your head. Xiao looks so beautiful. His legs were crossed as well as his arms, his head leaning on the wall behind him.

You moved closer, adoring the red eyeliner that decorates his eyelids, adoring his lips that's tightly close, adoring how he heaved his chest at every peaceful breathe he takes.

He's breathing. He's alive. Your nightmare is but a disgusting imagery of your worst fear, nothing more.

Your fingers find its way upwards, hoping to brush a strand of hair that falls between his eyes, although the action was forgotten when a hand grab your arms;

"Don't just crept up on me like that. What if I hurt you?" the Adeptus scolded you, his hands now checking if he had caused you any bruise.

"I can't help it. You look so beautiful while asleep"

Xiao's glad that the moonlight is not enough for you to notice the kiss of pink on his cheeks, and that you're still out of the vicinity to hear his heartbeat.

"You think I sleep? Since when did you became so disrespectful to the ways of the adepti, mortal?"

He tried to masked his rampaging emotions with fake annoyance, but the moment he hears laughter came out of your perfect lips, Xiao achingly hoped, yearned that he's not an adeptus.

INNOCENCE

"What?"

"I said, once there's enough snow, we can ingest it."

The man before you squints his eyes, confused and a little bit irritated at how much you're trying not to laugh.

"Is there anything you find amusing at my words, (y/n)" He tried his best to look intimidating, and on normal occasions, it would be a piece of cake considering how edgy he looks already. But sometimes—like this one, he's just too cute to be feared.

A bunch of snow began to accumulate at the top of his, some drops at his nose and he crinkles it in the most adorable way to remove the snow.

And in addition to that, he just said that he eats snow.

The protector of Liyue, a yaksha, a respectful adeptus— waits for the snow to be thick enough so he can eat it.

"None..hahaha none, it's just that..." you snorts, obviously having too much fun "i imagine you munching on snow hahaha"

"But we can really eat it. Look at this." he proceeds to crouch over and take a decent amount of white fluff in his hands, you watching his every move with amusement.

He put some on his mouth, and a ghost of fun played on his face.

"Wha— Wow you really did! How does it taste?" the las enthusiastically motion for you to open up your lips so he can put the remaining snow in his hands.

You swear there's a bit of smug expression resting on his face when he saw how giddy you get at the taste of the snow.

KARMIC DEBT

It's not new to him. The clenching of his chest, darkening thoughts, walking in the thin line of insanity and life. It is part of his life, it is part of him.

On this days, Xiao know better than to socialize with any living being. No one is safe once he tainted them with his karma—his curse, his punishment.

And it's alright. He's used to it. Caging the bloodlust insides, gambling with the headaches that brings out painful pasts. He conquers it all, push it deep enough just so he could continue his duty until it devours him again, and again, and again.

He will deal with it alone.

But there are times when it's so vigorous, times when he especially needs to stay away from anyone—and every time that it happens, like now, all he can think of is you.

So he seeks your presence. Ignoring the fact that he may cause you harm.

How selfish, really. But when darkness eats away at him, there's only you who can ease his burden.

And you take him with open arms. Like the winds caging his body, your soft embrace lull him to rest.

"Those memories... So dark" he murmured, curling up against your touch, his head on you chest and your arms around him. Protecting him against the enemies he can't fight alone.

"I know... I know Xiao. But I'm here, alright? I'll never leave you"

The movement of your fingers on his back take away the pain that plague his body, soothing both his physical form and his mind.

"So promise me, promise me that you'll always be here with me as well."

How selfish, really. But when he nods his head softly before falling asleep at your hums, his head at the crook of your neck and you cradle his lean figure, you don't really care.

GREEN

"It's one of Liyue's grandest festival!"

"I know that. I just simply see no point in watching humans litter the seas" he crossed his arms and looks at you uninterestedly.

"Well, the lights are pretty." "And? Please, (y/n). Stop being annoying"

You're taken aback by his words. Hurt at how he responded at your invitation. And archons, Xiao wants to take everything he said the moment he saw looks at your eyes.

"Fine, I just thought we could have fun with the others..." "But I understand"

Your voice sound dejected as you walked out of the inn, like a kicked puppy that yearns for attention. But he can't help it. He's been so close with you these past months, and he can't let you get any closer. He needs to protect you, even to himself.

Besides, there's no chance that you will ever reciprocate his feelings, right?

Yet regardless of how dedicated he is to stay away from you, he still finds himself scanning the crowd for a glimpse of you.

And he did. Of course he does, he always do. To spot you in the midst of people is like looking at the back of his hands. But this time, instead of the usual butterflies, his stomach drops.

There's a pang in his chest as he watches you talk so happy with someone. If he had accepted your invitation, would it be him you're talking to like that right now?

Probably not. He's not fun to be with, so your smiles will probably be missing if he's the one with you.

Ah, there's a pang in his chest at the memory if you leaving due to his choice of words.

He wants to snatch you away from the one you're talking with. He wants you take you somewhere far, somewhere they it's only him you'll see. He wants you to look at him, just like every time. Just him.

He didn't know what this feeling is. He only knows that despite sounding so selfish—turning you away and then thinking of snatching you back— he didn't care.

APOLOGIES

"(Y/N) until when are you gonna ignore him?" Lumine whispers into your ears, noticing how uneasy you are the last few days. His amber eyes flowing with concern.

"I told you, I don't wanna annoy him. I know I'm a bit much sometimes and I just don't want to bother him so much" your response earned a sigh from the traveller. "Xiao is just confused. You should talk to him, really"

She patted your back before waving you goodbye, thinking just how stupid the two of you for not being honest with your feelings.

Left at the comfort of your home, and with no things to do, your mind wanders back to the man in question.

You never thought of confessing because you don't wanna lose him as your friend, and yet here you are—watching him slip from away from you.

"(Y/N)" a tender voice halt your train if thoughts, gaining your attention. Turning around, your eyes met with golden ones.

You probably stared for too long because shit, you missed those eyes.

"Xiao... What are you doing here?"

There's a tug in his heart. So he's not welcome here anymore?

"I... want to talk to you" his eyes now darting anywhere but yours. Fingers fidgeting with his mask voice somewhat bashful.

"I'm listening" you murmured, gesturing at the space beside you for him to occupy, which he did.

"I talked to Lumine," he started. Trying his best to meet your (e/c) orbs "And she said that..."

"She said that?"

"Never mind what she said," He heaved a sigh to regain his composure, and you hummed in return. Whatever it is, you can get it out of Lumine herself, later.

"But I want to apologize... For what I've said. I didn't mean it"

His head's hung low. Afraid to look at you and see any negative emotions from you. What if you can't forgive him? What if you won't accept him again?

"Xiao" he looked up at your call. He missed your voice uttering his name.

"What if I told you that I love you, what would you do?" It's stupid of you to say such things, but you realized that you may lose him, in one way or another, so might as well be honest.

And you are ready to whatever his answer will be. Whatever. But not his silence. Not the way he opens and closes his lips, as if forcing the none existent words to come.

A soft chuckle left your lips. Kind of taking his loss for words as a rejection. "There's no need to say anything. I understand that this things are no—"

"No!"

You look at him, confirming if you've heard correctly. Things are happening so fast yet so slow for you that coherent thoughts never came.

"You're... You're important to me. But I'm not human, (y/n),"

His eyes averted your gaze again. As if scared that the fact will drive you away. When be received no response, the adeptus continues.

"I can't fathom human emotions. I don't understand them," — "but I know that I want you to be always with me"

Your heart skipped a beat at his confessions, albeit unclear and messy, it's soft and gentle. You reached out towards his face, and he jumped at your actions, clearly on edge at the conversation you're having.

You laughed at his actions, of which he returns with a lenient scowl.

"Nothing's funny, mortal"

"You want this Mortal. Adeptus Xiao"

He sighed, and said nothing to refute your words. Warmth begins to envelope your heart as everything sink in.

Xiao loves you

You took his arms in yours, just like what you always do. And he offer nothing against it. Loving the sensation of your skin on his as you put his palms at your cheeks.

"You don't have to understand those feelings, Xiao" closing your eyes when he hummed

"You just have to be honest with them" he rubbed your cheeks with his thumb, leaning in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

It's selfish how he wants to put you first above anything despite his duty. It's selfish how you want to entrance him throughout your punny lifetime, fully aware that you'll outlive him some day;

But just like what you've said, it's just honesty at its peak.

[goatcheesecak3]

Warm

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x gn!reader

Includes: fluff, implied ptsd

Summary: coming up to the one year anniversary of the jigsaw trap incident, your boyfriend, Adam, had been struggling to sleep, so you buy him a hot water bottle to see if it helps.

You packed your overnight bag, ready to head to Adam's apartment. To call this a rough patch would be an understatement, Adam was doing terribly. It was coming close to one year since his horrible ordeal with the jigsaw killer, and the closer he got to that date, the worse he felt. Perhaps it was muscle memory off the brain, or something of that ilk? As though Adam's mind held onto the fear he felt this time last year, as though every little thing around him brought him back to that bathroom. His nightmares, thought they had never gone away fully, were back with a vengeance, tormenting him at his most vulnerable. As he would lay in bed hoping and praying that slumber would be his escape, he would be transported back there. That's why you'd been staying with him more often.

After calling him earlier that day, Adam had filled you in on his most recent appointment with his psychiatrist. She'd recommend a plethora of techniques to help him, but the one that stuck out to you most was warmth. Back in the bathroom, the horrors Adam had been subjected to were accompanied by freezing cold and damp conditions. Barefoot, with only an ill-fitting tshirt and jeans (which were sodden, due to the fact that he'd woken up in a bathtub of ice cold filthy water), Adam had nearly frozen to death in that room. He didn't often talk about his experience, but when he did, the temperature was something he brought up constantly. He would recount how he could see his own breath in front of him, how his toes went numb from the cold, how he would sit, curled in a pitiful ball, shivering and sniffling as he waited to die.

In light of this, you had made a purchase for Adam; a novelty hot water bottle in the shape of a cat. You'd tried to find a plain one, because though Adam had a boyish charm to him, you were afraid he might find the childish design patronising. But, as luck would have it, nowhere seemed to sell hot water bottles that weren't some variation of pinky and fluffy, an animal or a pink and fluffy animal. The safest bet in your opinion was to opt for a black cat - Adam did like cats after all.

You sent him a text, "be there in 20 :)" and headed off to his apartment.

Upon arrival to his apartment building, you were reminded why he never could sleep well in that place. Even someone without the trauma of a jigsaw trap would find sleep hard in that building, the way it always stank of urine, the eerie creaks and clunks of the ancient elevator, the dingy hallways and the stairwells so dark that even on a bright summer's day felt as though you'd just stepped into hell itself. You made a mental note to ask Adam to move in with you soon (which you'd wanted to do for a long time, but hadn't in fear of rushing the relationship) just for the sake of getting him out of there.

Once you'd climbed the staircase, not feeling lucky enough to chance the death trap of an elevator, you finally reached Adam's apartment.

Knock knock

The door slowly opened, just a crack, and you could see a timid Adam sigh with relief as he saw you stood there. The door closed again and you heard the chain rattle as he took the door off the latch, and then it opened once more.

Adam looked awful, to put it bluntly. Bags under his eyes, his hair a mess and his clothes stained and tattered.

"Sorry for the.. well.." Adam gestured to himself as you entered, "I haven't been doing too great".

You gave him a sympathetic smile while he hastily locked the door back up.

"You're still the most handsome man I know"

Adam rolled his eyes playfully, "Don't humour me, I haven't slept in three days. I know what i look like"

You sighed and made your way over to the sofa, picking up a dirty sock off the cushion and tossing it aside.

"Come on, sit with me Mr grumpypants, I've got you a present" you said, patting the seat next to you.

Adam approached curiously, his eyes ever so slightly squinted in suspicion. He sat next to you and peered into your bag as you rummaged through it for his gift.

"Okay, I know this is gonna seem silly, and I tried to find a plain one but this is all they had," you preemptively excused yourself as you searched through your belongings, "but I really think this might help with your sleeping"

You finally pulled the hot water bottle out of the bag and handed it to Adam.

You sat in silent anticipation, watching him stare at the peculiar object in his hands with a blank expression. After what felt like an eternity, he softly spoke

"It's... a cat"

"...yeah..."

He looked at you, the tiniest, most adorable smile on his face

"... I love cats" he said quietly.

Relieved, you felt a huge grin spread itself across your face. You kissed Adam's cheek and his smile grew to match yours.

"You fill it up with warm water and cuddle it at night, it's good for sleeping" you explained.

"Oh yeah, I've heard of those" he beamed, still clutching it tightly.

"How about you get changed into something comfy for bed" you suggested, "and I'll fill it up for you?"

Adam nodded and handed you the hot water bottle "just make sure you take good care of Mr whiskers while I'm out of the room, he's my son now and I can't have anything bad happen to him" he joked as he headed off to his bedroom to get changed.

You laughed and shook your head as you filled up "Mr whiskers". It'd been too long since you'd gotten to see that playful side of Adam, and oh god how you'd missed it. You still loved the smart ass, sarcastic side of him, but the genuinely sweet and silly part of him had been dormant these last few weeks, he hadn't been in any mood for it - and who could blame him? He was going through a tremendous amount of suffering, but his little "Mr whiskers" comment gave you some hope that you might have lightened the load, even just a little bit.

When you entered the bedroom you found Adam stood in his boxers sniffing a tshirt that he'd most likely found on the floor. He pulled it away from his face immediately and cringed at the smell.

"I uh... haven't gotten round to doing my laundry" he excused once he saw you

"What are you like" you chuckled, as you tiptoed around the dirty boxers and socks that were strewn over his floor.

"Just sleep in your boxers, I'll take some of this stuff to the laundromat in the morning" you said, having finally made your way over to him.

"Come on, Mr whiskers is tired" you said, handing him the hot water bottle and nudging him to get into bed.

When you and Adam had first started dating he had always been the big spoon, and a lot of nights he still was, but nights when he wasn't doing too well there was nothing he loved more than just being held. This was one of those nights, and so he lay with his back to you, curled into a ball, clutching the affectionately named "Mr whiskers" to his chest. You slipped in behind him and gently wrapped your arm around his body, pulling him in as close to you as you could.

His back was cold against you, and his feet felt like ice cubes- but you didn't mind. Tonight was all about Adam, he needed a good rest more than you at this point, and for the first time in a while, it looked like he was actually going to get it.

"You comfy?" You whispered

"Mhm" he mumbled softly, shuffling back to get even closer to you.

You leaned forward and placed a few small kisses on his cheek and neck, as he happily nuzzled his hot water bottle.

"Night big guy, I love you" You breathed

"Love you too," he muttered, already half asleep.

That night, as if by some miracle, Adam slept through the entire night - not a single nightmare. Now there's not a night that goes by where Mr Whiskers isn't an integral part of Adam's nighttime routine.

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[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Mark Date (Eng Translation)

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

The date begins on a winter day, with MC receiving a call from Teacher Zheng

Teacher Zheng used to be MC’s music teacher in Loveland High, and her mentor in the school orchestra. They continued keeping in touch even after MC graduated

Teacher Zheng informs MC that the renovations for the Teaching Building have been completed, so she invites MC back to school to have a look

She also asks her to bring Gavin along :>

MC recalls what happened back in summer, when she and Gavin had returned to Loveland High

In summer, Teacher Zheng found an old scrapbook while clearing the rooms in preparation for the upcoming renovation, and invited everyone from the orchestra to return

[Note] Everything from here onwards takes place in a flashback:

I sneak a peek at Gavin, who is standing beside me. He’s wearing a simple, casual t-shirt. In his eyes, there’s a flash of nostalgia and... nervousness? 

MC: Gavin, don’t be nervous. I’ve already talked to Teacher Zheng. She’s welcomes you to participate in our gathering. Also, it’s been such a long time since everyone last met, so it’s a certainty that there’ll be some people who have changed completely. They might even think that you were their ex-classmate haha~

Gavin looks at me and nods lightly, a faint smile appearing on his lips. 

Gavin: Mm, I know that you’ve arranged everything. 

Gavin: If we’re talking about being nervous... as compared to that time, it’s still pretty all right today.

MC: That time?

Gavin: That time in spring. 

[Note] Blushy Boy is referring to the New Year Date T^T

While he says this, sunlight happens to fall onto Gavin’s eyes. There is light undulating in his amber eyes, and it tugs at my heart beat. 

I recall the moments from back then. Feeling my face heat up from the sun, I hurriedly change the topic.

MC: Let’s go in, it’s almost time!

Gavin: Mm, let’s go.

As they enter the school, MC wonders if the renovation work would render Loveland High different from the Loveland High in her memories

While she ponders on this, they enter the music room

Apart from a few instruments, only a few empty cupboards and chairs are left in the room

Teacher Zheng is sitting by the piano, and MC is greeted by both familiar and unfamiliar faces

Although we didn't arrive late, I pull Gavin along and we walk forward hastily. 

MC: Sorry, I didn't expect everyone to arrive so early... I’m MC. 

Female ex-student: Of course we know who you are! Weren’t you the one who contacted everyone just a few days ago? Leader MC is still so dazed~

Teacher Zheng laughs while shaking her head, and the surrounding ex-students also laugh along with her. Abashed, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. 

In contrast to everyone’s laughter, Gavin doesn’t really know what’s going on. He turns, looking at me in confusion. 

Gavin: Leader? 

I’m a little embarrassed to explain, since this was something that happened many years ago. I didn’t expect this matter to be brought up right now. 

Male ex-student: MC was the leader of the school orchestra. Did you forget? Eh, come to think of it... you weren’t from the orchestra, were you? Leader, why didn’t you tell us earlier that we could bring our family members?

Laughter resounds again. At a loss for words, I can only pull Gavin over and introduce him to them. 

MC: Stop laughing already! This is everybody’s senior!

Gavin: ... [coughs]. My name is Gavin.

In a split second, the noise ceases abruptly. After a moment of silence, whispers surface in the crowd. 

Vaguely, I can catch a few phrases. 

“Bad.”

“Fighting.”

“Misfit.”

...

I was so focused on getting Teacher Zheng’s approval that I forgot about the many rumours among students in his grade. 

Feeling as though my heart has been violently grabbed by someone, I subconsciously clasp Gavin’s hand very tightly. Yet, I don’t dare to look at his expression.

MC: Senior... Gavin is a very good person. What happened in the past didn’t happen like what you all heard! Also... also, he’s very good at playing the guitar and bass!

Perhaps I was too emotional and couldn’t control my volume. My voice was not only loud, but also trembling slightly.

The music room turns quiet, and all the soft discussions stop.

Only now do I regain my senses and realise what I had just done. Facing everyone’s gaping and shocked expressions, I hem and haw awkwardly.

MC: I-I mean...

Suddenly, I feel a warm hand on the top of my head. 

In contrast to my flustered state, Gavin looks incredibly calm. He doesn’t seem to care about everyone’s comments at all. 

He tousles my hair, and his gaze softens.

Gavin: You’re exaggerating. I only know how to play them, that’s all. 

Teacher Zheng: Student Gavin knows how to play musical instruments, so that’s something we can all talk about. 

Teacher Zheng helps to smooth things over. A few students cough lightly, and make sounds of agreement. The tension in the air finally eases. 

I release a breath. Just as I’m about to apologise to Gavin for my lack of thorough preparation, he suddenly lowers his head and draws close to my ear. 

Gavin: Thank you.

Although these words of thanks are so soft that only the both of us can hear them, they crash heavily onto my heart, messing up its rhythm.

After that incident, everyone starts getting nostalgic about the past. Eventually, some ex-students prepare to leave because they have other things to do

MC takes out her Polaroid camera and requests for a group photo before they leave

Gavin: I’ll help you take the photo.

MC: Hm... you could help us take a photo first, then join us for the next one? I’ll hold the camera. 

Gavin is slightly stunned. While he hesitates, Teacher Zheng makes a decision for him. 

Teacher Zheng: That’s a good idea. Since you’re already here, you should take a photograph as a memento.

I nod my head at the side, like a chick pecking rice grains on the ground. Gavin looks at me, then laughs softly. 

Gavin: Got it. 

Very quickly, we take our group photos, and a number of students leave. They leave one by one after saying goodbye to Teacher Zheng. In the end, only Gavin and I are left. 

Teacher Zheng: Aren’t you two leaving? 

MC: I will... We will accompany you for a while longer. 

Teacher Zheng: Not rushing off for a date? 

Date! I feel as though my entire face is just about to flush red. Before I can retort, Gavin has already answered her question naturally.

Gavin: It’s all right, the date has been shifted to next week. 

MC: ...Gavin!

Seeing Teacher Zheng suppressing a grin, I feel even more shy. Gavin, on the other hand, tilts his head towards me, a perplexed look in his eyes. 

Gavin: What’s wrong?

I have no choice but to let the heat on my cheeks continue to rise, and frantically think of how to divert the topic. 

MC: Nothing... oh yes Teacher Zheng, you mentioned that you found a scrapbook from back them. Could I have a look? 

Teacher Zheng gives me a knowing glance, but she simply blinks and responds.

 Teacher Zheng: The things here have been tidied up and brought to the greenhouse. The two of you can go there afterwards. It’s in a box labelled “Music Room”.

While she speaks, she takes out a set of keys from her pocket. When I reach out for them, the key suddenly spins and is held firmly in Teacher Zheng’s hand.

Teacher Zheng: Before I let you two go there, I have a request. 

MC: Eh?

Gavin: Please continue.

I react by subconsciously nodding my head along with Gavin. From my memory, Teacher Zheng has always been a gentle and soft person, so I have no idea what request she has. 

Teacher Zheng: Just now, MC mentioned that you play the guitar and bass incredibly. Could you let me hear it? It’d be best if the two of you could play together. I haven’t heard my Orchestra Leader play the piano in a very long time. 

To be honest, this is not a “request” at all. If Teacher Zheng wants to hear it, I’ll definitely be willing to play for her. But Gavin...

I cast Gavin a probing glance, wondering if there’s a need to persuade him. To my surprise, he nods. 

Gavin: I could, but I’m really not as skilled as she says.

Teacher Zheng: Haha that’s all right. I just want you to use your heart when performing. What’s important isn’t how good it sounds, but the heart. 

Gavin: Could I borrow the guitar over there? 

Teacher Zheng: Of course. 

With her answer, Gavin walks to the guitar case leaning against the wall, and retrieves the guitar to test the sound. 

Baffled, I look towards him, then at Teacher Zheng. I can’t fathom how they reached a common understanding so quickly, so I just plop myself in front of the piano. 

MC: What should we play?

Before I finish speaking, Gavin’s fingers sweep over the strings. 

After a few notes, I recognise the song. 

It’s “Falling Slowly” - a song I’d often play in high school, and a song I like very much.

[Note] I’m assuming the song is “Falling Slowly” by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova because the lyrics suit them very aptly -clutches heart-

Gavin: Is this song all right?

MC: Ah... mm.

As far as I remember, I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this song to Gavin. Why would he suggest this song? Could it be a mere coincidence?

Even though I’m confused, I quickly focus on the music and follow the guitar’s melody, my fingers dancing across the black and white keys.

In my peripheral vision, I see Gavin with his head lowered slightly.

The wind tousles his hair. Maybe it’s just my misperception, or the sunlight just happened to fall onto his eyes, but I keep feeling as though his eyes are even brighter than usual. It’s as though they are flashing with light.

This is a slightly melancholic song, but the moving light and wind seem to make it refreshing and clear. 

Before realising it, I’ve already completely immersed myself into the music. I close my eyes, and the notes and melody drift in the air. 

Finally, the tune ends. The sound of applause at my ear brings me back to my senses. 

Teacher Zheng: That was an amazing ensemble. 

MC and Gavin: That’s an overpraise. 

We respond in unison. Teacher Zheng lets out a smile in response to this, then takes out the set of keys again.

Teacher Zheng: As I promised earlier, here. 

MC: Thank you!

I hurriedly take the keys, then dangle them in Gavin’s direction with a satisfied smile. 

Sunlight falls onto the corners of Gavin’s shirt, and the leaves rustle. He smiles as well. 

-

Gavin and I walk out of the music room. As compared to noon, the sunlight is less intense now, and the path towards the greenhouse, shaded by shadows cast by the trees, is cooling. 

MC: Gavin, I remember you mentioning that you don’t like playing the guitar in front of others... why did you agree to the ensemble?

Gavin: Because I felt that you really wanted to look at that scrapbook. Besides, I wanted to see what “Leader MC” looked like.

MC: Oo... let’s agree that if you see any strange photos, you’re not allowed to laugh at me...

I recollect several “dark histories” I used to have, and involuntarily break out in sweat. Gavin laughs. 

Gavin: Of course I wouldn’t. Actually... I agreed to the ensemble for another important reason. 

MC: What is it? 

Gavin: I said that I wanted to play this song with you before. 

Gavin’s words are akin to a droplet of water, causing waves to ripple across my memory. It makes me recall that phone call he once made a very long time ago, and the music from those dusty years.

[Note] Yes, she's referring to this cancelled CN call T^T

MC: Back then... you learnt the guitar because I played “Falling Slowly”?

Gavin: Mm. After we talked that day, I realised I didn’t know the name of the song. Now, I do. 

Gavin’s smile morphs from resignation to relief. Light from his amber eyes reflect into mine, and I seem to enter a trance.

It’s as though I’ve gone back to the past, and am walking along the shaded path after school. Just that this time, there’s one more person by my side.

A person who has walked from the past to the present with me. 

-

They reach the greenhouse, but they see tons of boxes stacked atop each other

They split up to look for the “Music Room” box

Finally, MC spots the box at the corner, but has to bring down boxes in order to reach it

While she tries to grab the box on her tiptoes, it topples towards her:

Not having enough time to dodge, I lift my hands in front of me, hoping to buffer the collision! 

However, the pain I anticipated doesn’t arrive. Instead, a warm gust of wind encases me.

I put down my hands slowly, only to see Gavin, who has suddenly appeared. His arms are lifted as he holds onto the box, and his other hand is on my shoulder, bringing with It continuous warmth. 

Gavin: Are you all right? 

MC: I’m fine... oh yes! I found the music room box. It’s over there, the one in the middle!

Gavin: I see it. Move over there a little. I’ll get it. 

Knowing full well that I’d cause trouble even by standing at the side, I listen to him and shirk to a corner, watching as Gavin brings the boxes down. 

Sunlight pours in through the glass. When I finally see that he’s almost able to reach for the box we need, I turn to Gavin excitedly, but discover a sheen of sweat on his neck.

Even so, Gavin continues to carry a box steadily in his hands, the lines on his arm muscles defined.

I want to go forward to help him wipe off the sweat, but I don’t dare to move around recklessly, and decide to change tactics on how I can help.

MC: Is it a little hot? I can buy a bottle of water for you. The mini mart should still be open.

Gavin: No need. Just two more and I’ll be able to get it.

MC: Oo... I’ll still get water. Anyway, there are other items I want to buy too.

While saying this, I leave no chance for Gavin to retort. I turn around and run to the mini mart. 

By the time I return to the greenhouse, Gavin has just set down the final box. 

My heat stirs. I take out the ice-cold bottle, wanting to give him a fright. But Gavin suddenly turns around--

His eyes are wide open, and they shift between the bottle I’ve lifted in the air, and my awkward expression. 

MC: Erm... water for you.

Probably guessing that I was up to something, a smile appears on Gavin’s lips, but he doesn’t expose me. 

He takes the bottle and easily twists the cap open. He hands it back to me, then takes another bottle for himself. 

Gavin: What else did you buy... stationery? 

Apart from two bottles of ice water, the plastic bag from the supermarket also contains two pens, a few post-it notes, and a stick of glue. 

Looking at Gavin’s confused expression, I deliberately place a finger on my lips secretively. 

MC: You’ll know what they’re for later~

The cold water slides down my throat, and the heat dissipates instantly. After Gavin and I take a short break, it’s finally time to open the box!

The cardboard box releases a “cha” sound, as though opening the doors to memories as well. 

A rather old yet well-maintained scrapbook is resting atop a wad of music scores. I gently lift it up. 

MC: Look, we drew the picture on the cover ourselves. 

Gavin: The drawing looks very nice. Is this the orchestra’s symbol? 

I nod, and start telling Gavin about the picture we drew, photos from various activities, and even the teacher’s message...

Occasionally, Gavin would ask me one or two questions, but most of the time, he listens to me quietly, his gaze focused. 

Eventually, as the remaining pages become less and less, I finally flip to the last few pages, which feature messages. 

MC: Now that we’re done, let’s commence the next step!

From the plastic bag, I retrieve the stationery. After handing one pen to Gavin, I point towards an empty space in the scrapbook.

MC: Write something? 

Gavin: Hm?

MC: For example, your memories from high school? Basically, those messages everyone writes in a scrapbook.

Hearing my explanation, Gavin seems increasingly confused. His brows knit together slightly. 

Gavin: I know. But I’m not part of the school orchestra, and this book...

MC: You are from now onwards!

I take out the group photo we took in the music room, then retrieve the glue stick, carefully pasting it in the scrapbook. Then, I clear my throat pretentiously. 

MC: Cough cough, in the capacity of orchestra’s leader, I hereby announce that from this day onwards, Student Gavin is one of our members. Everyone, please give him a warm welcome!

After saying this, I start clapping, and even pull Gavin to clap together with me.

MC: Now, you can write! Next time, if anyone speaks nonsense, we can show them the scrapbook, and no one will be allowed to call you a misfit, hmph.

When I bring this up, I can’t help but feel angry. Gavin laughs softly.

Gavin: [laughs a gentle, beautiful laugh that can make flowers grow] So you were thinking about that. 

Watching him laugh at me, I feel slightly petty. I hem and haw and think of how to explain myself. 

MC: I wasn’t. I just... didn’t like it when they looked at you that way. 

Gavin: I know. 

It’s almost evening. Golden light falls onto Gavin’s cheeks, outlining his hair - glittering and slightly unkempt.

Gavin lowers his head, and the light follows his movement, descending onto the scrapbook, illuminating every word he writes. 

“I’m very happy to have met you in the past.”

Very near to these words is the group photo we took together. In it, Gavin is standing beside me, looking a little cramped, but there is a smile on his face. 

The soft chirping of cicadas mixes with the sound of wind, evoking a sense of tenderness. The sun is no longer as blazing as it was before. 

I can’t bear to shatter the tranquility, so I just smile, my heart responding softly with this sentence:

I’m also very happy... that you’re willing to leave a new mark on my past. 

[awlumii]

rain check.

# — pairing: (spidey!)kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha

# — warnings: n/a

# — summary: "i'm late, i'm late! for a very important date! no time to say 'hello, goodbye,' i'm late, i'm late, i'm late!" — white rabbit, alice in wonderland

# — tags: spidey!kazuha au, fluff, brief angst, making up, getting together, there's kisses involved, reader's also a simp (lol)

# — notes: [stands awkwardly in the corner] heyy... i tried my hand at the au again... as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i really hope you enjoy this!

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the meeting time was 7:30 pm originally.

7:45 pm. the waitstaff asked you if you wanted to order anything. you politely declined and informed them that you'd order when your date arrived.

8:15 pm. you texted kazuha and got no response. you eventually grew impatient and reluctantly ordered food for yourself. your face burned at the looks of pity you received from the employees.

8:45 pm. you still didn't get a response from kazuha. you tried not to text him too frequently in fear of sounding clingy or belligerent, but after an hour or so of radio silence, you couldn't help but triple (or even quadruple) text him.

9:00 pm. you check your phone. still no response from kazuha.

9:15 pm. you figured that dessert wouldn't hurt, but it was hard to stomach what with the waitstaff watching you from afar. if you strained your ears, you could hear them whispering something about a customer being stood up and having to eat alone.

9:30 pm. you didn't eat the dessert.

9:45 pm. you asked for the check. they refused to give you one. they gave you their pity instead.

10:00 pm. you left.

10:05 pm. five minutes after you started walking home, there was a blinding flash of lightning. that was the only warning you received before the skies opened up.

the frigid rain seeps through your clothes and chills you to the bone. surprisingly, it's not as unpleasant as it sounds; you were starting to feel a little numb, anyway. quiet splashes echo from the sidewalk as you drag yourself home. people pass you by one after the other, each with umbrellas, but you pay them no mind. you continue on your way.

maybe you're being dramatic, but you feel like shit right now.

when kazuha first suggested going to such a nice restaurant, you were a little hesitant to agree. never mind your preferences — kazuha isn't one for lavish affairs. he's told you as much before. even if the place wasn't super pricey, the ambience seemed to be a bit too much for his tastes. it took some coaxing on his part — he said he wanted to ask you something important, which only served to make your stomach twist into knots — but in the end, he finally got you to say yes. (truthfully, you folded as soon as he took your hands in his — you really need to learn to say no to him.)

it wasn't until you were getting ready to leave that you realized that this was going to be your tenth date with kazuha. is that why he was so insistent on going somewhere nice? you thought it adorable that he seemed to be keeping track of the number of dates the two of you have been on. it made you excited to see him — so excited in fact, that you showed up fifteen minutes early.

and yet in spite of this whole thing being his idea, kazuha never showed up, leaving you to make a fool of yourself in one of the nicest restaurants in the city.

"knew i should've stayed home," you grumble as you trudge through the downpour. you're totally lying to yourself; you had no intention of saying no to him. kazuha could suggest anything and you know you'd agree at the drop of a hat. but as they say, hindsight is 20/20; you should have dug your heels in and said no and suggested something else — maybe something that didn't involve you looking like a fucking moron at a restaurant.

your vision blurs suddenly, forcing you to come to a halt. you think it's because of the torrential rain, but the heat radiating off of your cheeks tells you otherwise. you wipe your eyes free of water — a futile effort — and chuckle humorlessly to yourself. why are you doing this? it's not like anybody's going to notice, right? you sniffle; that can easily be because you're cold and wet.

you sob. you tell yourself it's just a cough.

stop being so dramatic. keep walking.

the second you turn onto a narrow street, you hear a familiar thwip-! coming from overhead. you barely have time to acknowledge that spider-man is swinging around before he's landing right in front of you, blocking your path. you brush rainwater (and tears) out of your eyes to see him better. "you're, uh, kinda in my way, spider-man," you call out over the downpour. "could you move so i can go home?"

"what're you doing out here without an umbrella?" spider-man asks. he doesn't move like you asked; he just steps closer. and if you strain your ears a little, you think he sounds really worried. maybe you're just hearing things. "you're drenched! you're going to get sick at this rate."

for some reason, his concern makes you want to laugh. you crack a smile, though there's very little joy to be found in it. "i'm just taking a nightly stroll." you lie. "and don't worry, i won't get sick. i'm the nurse here, remember? now could you move, please?"

you step around him and start to walk past, but he grabs your arm, stopping you. why is he being like this? what is it with the men in your life tonight? "i... can't be too sure that you'll go straight home." he lets you go and holds out his hands for you to take. "at the very least, allow me to take you."

you make a face. "shouldn't you be saving someone somewhere?"

"i'm offering to take you somewhere, aren't i?" he asks. it sounds more like a retort to you. "and aren't you someone?"

"uh-huh. and what are you saving me from, exactly?"

"if we move fast enough, probably a really bad head cold." spider-man shakes his hand, silently urging you to take it. "come on. i can't have my doctor getting sick, can i?"

you sigh. you don't have it in you to turn down his offer. you never do, now that you're thinking about it. you should really do some self-evaluation. besides, the rain is fucking freezing — it felt nice a few minutes ago, but you can feel yourself starting to shiver and shake. that cold may just catch you regardless of how quickly you get home. "fine," you say and take his hand.

spider-man pulls you in by your hand and wraps an arm around your waist. instinctively, you cling to him as tightly as you can. he's as warm as ever, you note, even in the freezing rain. at this distance, you hear him chuckle: "at least you know to hold on tight." you get no other warning before he's zipping through the air with you in tow. you shriek at the sudden movement, but spider-man only laughs. "you're alright," he reassures you over the wind.

in no time at all, you're being rested on your balcony. you slide open the door and stumble into your apartment on wobbly knees, ignoring spider-man's amused laughter. "you're like a baby deer every time," he giggles. "are you not used to it yet?"

"stop making it sound like i'm the weird one here." you grumble as you lower yourself into a chair. your body feels too stiff and heavy to move. you're still drenched, but all you can do right now is shiver in your seat. meanwhile, spider-man isn't making any moves to leave. he's just watching you — or at least, you think he is. "what're you s-standing there for?" you stutter. you're cold. "what's the matter?"

spider-man puts his hand on the back of his neck and rubs it awkwardly. are you missing something right now? why is he suddenly acting like this? "are you... going to tell me why you were walking in the rain?" he holds the back of his neck, his eyes seemingly still on you. "i refuse to believe that you were taking a 'nightly stroll'." he uses air quotes to repeat your earlier words.

you laugh shakily. "are you interrogating me, spider-man?"

for once, he doesn't laugh with you. "i... just want to know. i'll leave you alone as soon as you tell me; you need to go and warm up."

you open your mouth to explain, but as you look back on the whole incident, you once again feel embarrassment take you by the shoulders. why were you really walking home in the rain? you could've ducked into a store and called a cab or taken public transportation -- what possessed you to do something so childish? your skin, though clammy, heats up as you avert your eyes.

you press your palm against your lips, muffling your voice. "i was, uh... stood up."

"...really now?"

you grimace and nod. "it was, um... supposed to be our tenth date, actually." you recall the blush that coated kazuha's cheeks when he asked you out the other day, and you start to feel the beginnings of a smile on your face. he's so cute — you'd give anything to see him right now.

because as upset as you may have been earlier, you realize that deep down, you just really want to be with kazuha. you're pissed that he still hasn't contacted you yet, but you have faith that he will; this kind of discourtesy isn't like him.

spider-man doesn't know that, though. he makes a noise of disapproval. "pardon my harsh language, songbird," he comments, "but he sounds like an asshole."

you gasp, scandalized. you've never heard him swear before. it sounds so wrong coming from him — was he really that upset about you being stood up? why did that thought make your heart skip a beat? "don't say something like that!" you open your mouth to continue chastising him, but instead you sneeze, hard. you groan and rise to your feet. if you don't move now, you really will catch that cold. "say something bad about my boyfriend again, and i'll fight your face off." you call over your shoulder as you head to your bathroom.

"your boyfriend?" spider-man's words give you pause. you whirl around to glare at him, ready to retort and defend yourself, but he puts his hands up in mock surrender. "you said it, not me. but i must say," he lays his hand over his chest, "i'm wounded, songbird. and here i thought i stood a chance."

you freeze. he thought what?! your mind starts to race immediately, but you reel yourself in quickly. your feelings for spider-man are supposed to be a thing of the past. they were childish and impractical — kazuha is the better choice in every way possible. remember that, you tell yourself.

you flip him off with a sigh. "get out, webhead. i'm going to warm up."

spider-man shrugs, the perfect picture of nonchalance. if only he knew the things he did to your head. "alright, alright." he heads back to your balcony. "take care of yourself, okay?" he calls out to you.

"whatever!" you call back.

with a laugh, he leaps off of your balcony and swings into the stormy night, leaving you dripping in your hallway. you shake your head and start towards your bathroom.

once you've taken a hot shower and put on some warm, dry clothes, you drop yourself onto your couch and turn your tv on. you're not really watching anything, but the background noise is nice. you lay yourself down and roll onto your back.

so the date was a bust. you sigh heavily. that restaurant was so, so nice, too. the atmosphere was perfect — you're pretty sure that if kazuha had asked you to be his partner there, you might have cried. that, or you would have passed out; either one seems likely. you pause for a second. is that what he was going to ask you? oh, you definitely would've cried.

are you really upset about being stood up? you gave it some thought while you were in the shower and decided that no, you're not all that upset. at least, not with kazuha. embarrassed, yes — you can never show your face at that restaurant again — but not upset. kazuha's track record speaks for itself; you can always re-schedule the date.

again, you sigh. you're much too nice to him. simp.

you're about to change the channel on the tv when you hear a frantic knocking on your front door. you jump, startled by the sudden noise. hesitant, you make your way to the door. "uh, who is it?" you call out.

the voice from behind the door makes your stomach flip. "it's kazuha. can i see you? please?"

kazuha? he came here?

you look through your peephole and sure enough, kazuha is standing in front of your door looking very winded, very distressed, and very drenched. without thinking twice, you fling your door open and tug him inside. "what were you thinking, coming here in this weather without an umbrella?!" you hiss at him as you take in his rain soaked state. under any other circumstances, you'd be gentler with him — normally you would never be so snappy with him — but all that's on your mind as you dart over to your linen closet is how sick he's going to be because of this.

kazuha's eyes widen at your tone. "i had to come and see you," he tries to explain. "i--"

you don't let him finish. you drop a soft towel over his head and start rubbing him dry, ignoring the startled noise he makes. "you're still catching your breath, too. christ, did you run here or something?"

you move the towel so that you can see kazuha's face. he looks so apologetic and honestly, really cute with his face peeking out from under the towel. "if i said yes, would you be upset with me?"

"what the-- yes!" you head back over to your linen closet and grab a bigger towel before marching into your room to rifle through your stuff. you can't believe he risked a catching a cold like this! and for what? just to see you? you stop for a moment and recognize just how romantic his gesture is supposed to be. his sprinting all the way to your apartment (and judging by the way his chest was heaving, up the stairs, too) in the freezing rain makes your heart stutter — to think he would go this far just to see you... you shake your head. you can be flattered after he's dry. you hear a quiet sneeze from outside your room and quickly head back out to see kazuha rubbing at his nose.

you shove the clothes you found into his arms along with the towel. "go and take a shower and put these on." you shake your head when he starts to talk back. "nope, i don't want to hear it. when you're done, leave your clothes in the sink and i'll wash and dry them."

"this is--"

"kazuha." your tone is flat and leaves no room for argument. you raise a brow at him and he stares at you for just a second longer before doing as you said. once the bathroom door is closed, you drop yourself back on your couch and bury your face in your hands.

you thought that you weren't upset, but now that he's actually here, you're not quite sure what it is you're feeling. are you pissed because he risked his health to see you? or do you want to punch him for standing you up tonight? well, you think to yourself, he wouldn't have run in the rain if he didn't feel bad about the whole date situation. you look at the bathroom door with a tiny smile. he can be such a charmer when he wants to be — an impulsive one, but a charmer nonetheless. you decide that you're definitely just upset at him for being so stupid.

time passes and eventually kazuha emerges from your bathroom in the large hoodie and sweatpants you forced upon him. he looks adorable in your clothes. you tell him to make himself comfortable before tossing his clothes in the laundry. when you come back, you seat yourself beside him. he seems to be making himself small — either that or he's just drowning in the clothes you gave him. "am i allowed to speak now?" he asks quietly.

you snort. "yes, kazuha, you can speak now."

"i'm really sorry." kazuha's eyes are on you, and you can see the remorse swimming in them. he looks like he's gauging your reaction for permission to continue. when you say nothing, he goes on: "i swear to you, i was on my way there when something suddenly came up," he continues. "it was urgent and demanded all of my attention. i must have gotten so absorbed that i'd forgotten to contact you. by the time everything had finished, it was incredibly late and i figured that you must've gone home, so i..." he trails off.

you tilt your head. "so you ran here?"

kazuha nods. "i... didn't realize doing so would upset you so much. so please, allow me to apologize for that as well. i know my excuse may sound generic and unsatisfying, but you have to believe me when i say that i'm telling the truth.

well, there it is. there's your apology. you press your lips together to fight off a smile. "i believe you just fine," you say. "and i forgive you."

he blinks in disbelief. "are... you sure? aren't you upset with me?"

"do you want me to be?"

"you should be." kazuha winces. this is seriously eating at him; his brows are drawn and his jaw is clenched, showing in no uncertain terms that at least one of you is upset. upset may not even be the right word. he's starting to look pained, if not anything else. why is he being like this? for the second time tonight, you feel like you're missing something here.

you reach over and gently tap your fingers against his own in a silent request to take his hand. he visibly stalls before tentatively wrapping his pinky around yours. "i really do forgive you, you know." you murmur. "life happens, and sometimes plans don't work out. that's just the way things are."

kazuha sighs, unconvinced by your kindness. "the whole date was my idea." he takes his hand away from yours. "at the very least, i should have contacted you." he looks away from you. "and i know that... that this won't be the last time something like this happens. i don't want to keep disappointing you like this."

there's a hidden weight to his words that you pick up on. it's apparent that he's not telling you something, but it's not like you can just pry it out of him. he's barely listening to you as it is. you find yourself stuck between being flattered that he cares so much and worried that he'll truly never forgive himself for this. what can you do to convince him that you're not mad?

kazuha's shoulders tense and you can see color faintly rising to his cheeks. "and i was going to ask you..." he pauses for a second to look at you. "...something important, but i'm worried that i shouldn't. that i don't deserve to."

...you knew it. you fucking knew it! you see the way he's looking at you — he was totally going to ask you to be his partner. the problem now though, is that he's probably not going to. he's kicking himself while he's down, ruining your relationship before you even had a chance to form one.

it's not hard to see things his way. he's worried that he can't guarantee that he'll be able to confidently make time for you without interruption. it's a legitimate concern — who doesn't worry about this kind of thing? what he needs to hear now is not that everything's okay, but rather that it will be; that you're content with any mistakes he may make; that you're more than willing to take him as he is, urgent issues and all.

again, you knock your fingers on his. this time, you hook two of your fingers on his. "ask me." you tell him.

kazuha frowns slightly. "i don't..."

"do you still want to ask?"

"of course." he pauses to squints at you. "you already know what it is i'm going to ask you, don't you?"

you bite back a grin. "maybe i do, maybe i don't. ask me anyways."

a smile ghosts across his face as his cheeks redden just a little bit more. "i was going to ask if you wanted to... make our relationship official." he looks down at your joined fingers before looking back at you. "and it would mean the world to me if you said—"

"yes."

kazuha takes your hand fully. "i had a feeling you would say that." it's evident in the way he visibly softens and in the way he sighs that he's pleased with your answer (although 'pleased' is far too light a word to describe the pure, raw happiness that overtook his face). maybe you're going crazy, but you think that something akin to love flashes in his eyes. it overwhelms you. he takes your hand fully in his and you feel your own face start to warm just from looking at him.

"i was always going to say yes," you say when you manage to find your voice. "i want to be with you, kazuha."

his expression dims. did you say something wrong? "i want to be with you too," he says as he brings your hand up to cup his face. "but as i said, i may be a disappointment to you. i don't want to hurt you in any way, even if it's by accident."

you brush your thumb over his skin. it's warm to the touch. "you won't hurt me," you say softly. "and a little disappointment won't be the end of the world."

kazuha regards you closely. he looks like he's trying to be at peace with your hand on his face, but the draw in his brows gives away his internal conflict. for a second, you wonder if you're coming off too strong. you like kazuha a lot (it's probably too soon to say the big L word, but it surely doesn't scare you), but you're always afraid that you're either giving too much of yourself, or not enough. your insistence on dating him may be more repulsive than attractive.

"i like you," he suddenly murmurs, "so much."

your chest feels tight and you feel breathless. why did he suddenly say that? "i like you, too," you reply.

kazuha leans in and presses his forehead against yours. you hold your breath as his eyes slip shut. he seems so at peace at this distance, unlike you, who's trying to swallow back your heart that suddenly leaped into your throat. "i'd like to be yours," he says in the space between. "if you'll have me, that is."

you feel so dizzy, so drunk on your giddy emotions. this isn't how you saw tonight playing out at all, but you're not going to complain. "of course," you breathe your response. your voice trembles just a little, giving away your nervousness. "you're all i want."

at that, kazuha kisses you. it's slow and sweet, and also — if memory serves you right — the fifth time he's kissed you. if life were a cartoon, you would probably flushed bright red, lovestruck and dumb; a fool for the man before you. it takes you a second to kiss him back — he pulls away for just a moment but you capture his lips again and drink in the content sigh he rewards you with. this is different from the kisses you've shared before. the others were reserved and almost timid, hesitant kisses shared at the beginning of a new relationship. this kiss becomes intoxicating and gratifying — one you find yourself quickly getting addicted to.

believe it or not though, it's you who pulls away first, your heart stuttering in your chest. you don't go very far, but you turn your head away to try and retain some of your sanity. it's obvious that what you said had quite the effect on kazuha; his fingers come to your jaw and move you gently so that you're facing him again, but he doesn't close the gap. there's another silence before he kisses you once, then twice, before he pulls away and sighs. "if there's anything that i can do to make up for tonight," he says, "tell me. i'll do anything."

there's only one thing you can think of saying. "stay with me tonight." the words come out easily — maybe a little too easily. you fluster and your face heats up considerably as you start to ramble. "i-i mean, um... it's gonna be pouring all night and you clearly don't have an umbrella so i mean, i think you should stay. if you want to, then of course you can stay, but you can say no — i just don't want you to catch a cold, y'know..."

kazuha says nothing; he watches you with thinly veiled amusement in his eyes. "would me staying the night make you happy?"

you groan quietly. "stop enjoying this. you know the answer already."

"i do, i do. you're just really cute when you're embarrassed."

"you know what? forget it. i'm gonna go check on your clothes." you stand abruptly to escape your discomfort, but kazuha takes your hand in his, stopping you with a laugh.

"i'm sorry, dove, i'm sorry." he chuckles as he speaks. he stands and pulls you in by your waist. "i'll stay the night. does that sound good?"

you rest your hands on his shoulders poised to push him away, but think against it. your heart is hammering in your chest. it's hard to be mad at him when he's smiling like that, even if it's at your expense. asking him to stay was a spur of the moment decision, but when you look at him like this, up close, you know that you would've had a hard time letting him go. so... "yeah," you mutter. "sounds good. now will you please let me go and check on your clothes?"

he hums and leans in. his voice is barely above a murmur when he speaks. "one more thing." and for (what you think is) the eighth time since you've started seeing each other, kazuha kisses you, sending pleasure rocketing through your system. it drags on despite you trying to pull away, what with kazuha chasing after your lips with a mischievous smile the entire time.

eventually, you get fed up and hold his face. "knock it off, you." you say once you successfully pull away. "i have things to do."

kazuha, who looks far brighter than he was earlier, lets you go and raises his hands in mock surrender. "alright, alright. go on. i'll be here; i promise."

you open your mouth to say something snide, but quickly shut it. you're floored by just how happy he makes you, even if he can be annoying from time to time. perhaps it's because you're technically in the honeymoon phase, but you know for a fact that his smile is one you'd do anything to protect. becoming his partner is a decision you know you'll never, ever regret, and you're sure of that.

you turn on your heel and start towards the laundry room. "don't miss me too much!" you call over your shoulder. kazuha's quiet laughter follows you out of the room, warming your heart.

✦ [screaming and crying]

✦ I HAVE BEEN GOING THROUGH KAZUHA WITHDRAWALS FOR DAYS AND THAT'S WHY THERE'S SO MANY KISSES, I'M SO SORRY I'M SUCH A PATHETIC BITCHNDBSDJ

[hinatto]

asking you to move in with him

feat: yuta (the anxiety king)

genre: fluff !

The thought of you living with him crosses Yuuta's mind increasingly often, like when eating takeout together, or you taking a nap on his couch as you guys studied together, just the way you filled the room and brightened his home in ways others couldn't made him think even more about it than he could help it.

And it was exciting to him that he became so comfortable with you but were you that comfortable with him? 

Did you want to see him and have meals with him, did you want to share chores and get to know each others silly living habits, did you even want to wake up and see his face by yours from the same bed? 

Moving in with the one you love is a big deal and even though the thoughts in his head seemed to multiply even more which each day that he thought about it and saw you and chickened out, he'd only know if he asked you.

So he asked to have lunch with you later in the week and before that he tried to pop in the question but every time, he would fumble and talk about something else. 

Heck with you holding his face in your hands with a look of worry on yours as you gave him your full attention had him rambling about radishes and how expensive they were.

Frankly he was a mess. And even though Yuuta was falling apart at the thought of your response, he could handle being wrong. He could more than handle you not being ready or having a good home that you don't want to leave. 

And so he was more worried about rushing you and making you uncomfortable and making a rift in your relationship. Basically a lot of other things while hoping very badly that you'd say yes.

He held the plushie that was a character from your favorite game/anime to his chest, practically cradling as he nearly went numb with nerves as you sat down across from him, the food spread out in front of you. 

"Y/n, I want to share more memories and moments with you and in a home together...if your ok with that. Y/n, would you please move in with me?"

You were stunned to be honest but all of yuta's weird behavior it all made sense. He was thinking about you and trying to find a way to ask you and you were touched.

"Moving in is a big deal, so don't be afraid to be honest with me. But I'll take care of you I promise!" And he would. 

You both know he would and even while he is fumbling over his words out of nervousness, he's super excited about it all and especially spoiling you, morning hugs and cuddles, being able to carry you to bed when you fall asleep on the sofa, randomly staying up.  

He's about to continue rambling when you're at your feet already going around the table and engulfing him in a hug. "Yes!! I'd love to move in with you. I don't have a lot to offer but I'll be a great housemate, that I can vouch for."

You two laugh and he's hugging you back tightly, tears at the edges of his eyes. Happy tears because you're going to live with him and instead of thinking of the worst, you guys can be excited about what to change and helping you move in. 

You're already putting your plushie on the dresser though you told Yuuta that while you like the idea of sleeping in the same bed and waking up beside him that you would like your own room and your own bed to sleep in every now and then and maybe for now.

And he was relieved that you were comfortable enough with him to tell him that and work it out. Maybe things were going to be okay. More than okay.

-

jjk masterlist

[swanimagines]

I love ur work, could I pls request a fic with Kaz Brekker and Hugging for the first time (G13)

EDIT: PLANNING TO REWRITE THIS AT SOME POINT BECAUSE THIS IS OOC AND I'M ASHAMED XD

Fandom: Shadow and Bone

A/N: Thank you for the compliment, you're so sweet!!

Ok so I have to put this one out because I needed to write a Kaz fic for my birthday and because I'm HYPERRRRR right now because of tomorrow and inspiration just flows???

The idea for this was surprisingly easy to make up, but the execution was… difficult. Kaz is a very difficult character for any fluff, you know? I love him so much and would like to give him the biggest hug if he'd accept it but that man is hard to write for and still I feel like I want to write all the fics for him right now XD Is it masochistic??? Don't know but I really enjoy writing for Kaz despite it being hard. Missed that feeling after a year of not having a proper character crush. But I hope you still like it!!

Warnings: death of family members, gore, angst, hurt/comfort?? Had to have a good reason for Kaz to feel the need to hug someone so have a bunch of reasons.

Word count: 605

“They’re dead.” you heard your voice say. It didn’t have any emotion. Your eyes were teary and you were holding a tissue in your hand, but you didn’t feel any emotion. Just endless numbness. Seeing your family slaughtered into their house flashed through your mind over and over again with no end in sight. All you could see was them scattered around the house. Your father had been shot right after opening the door, his brains splattered to the wall. Your big brother still having a kitchen knife in his hand in an attempt to fight back, to protect your mother and little sister. They had fled to kitchen, and Inej had pulled you away before you saw them, indicating it would be too hard to see for you.

You swallowed, sitting on an armchair in Kaz’s office where he had invited you to calm down.

He wasn’t a therapist, he didn’t know how to comfort with words. He had already ordered Inej to track down those people who murdered your family, but that’s the most he could do, at least he felt like that. He should be able to do more, caring about you more than others. It pained him to see you miserable like that.

You stood up from the armchair, wanting to scream that you wanted to kill those people personally, that you wanted to make them suffer, but you weren’t like that. You were more like a planner, your mind exploring every nook and fault plans had. You were extraordinary in it, and now someone had tried to break you down.

For the first time in many, many years he wanted to reach out to you, hold on to you until you’d feel better, but he didn’t know if he was ready. What if he would push you away after you’d accept the sentiment, making you feel even worse?

But with a deep inhale, he stepped in front of you and looked at you slowly breaking to sobs. He had to do something, he couldn’t bear to see you like that. So he closed his eyes and slowly reached out.

And then you felt an arm slowly wrapping around your shoulders and a chin pressed against the top of your head.

He was hugging you.

The hug was stiff and awkward, but the thought mattered. You didn’t dare to hug back, but let yourself lean against Kaz for a bit before slowly backing up, wiping your eyes and offering him a small smile.

“Thank you.” you muttered, your voice still raspy but your mood a bit lighter. It wasn’t an everyday thing for Kaz to hug people, in fact you were fairly sure he would never be ready. But seeing your pain and knowing it was partly because you were one of the Dregs… it made him feel guilty. He was the one who recruited you in the first place after all. And even though Jesper or Inej could have comforted you better without being awkward, you felt a connection with Kaz. You had always felt that connection. You didn’t know how to explain it, it just... was there.

Kaz nodded, sighing. “You should rest.”

You nodded too, making your way to the door and glancing at Kaz just before opening it, again smiling slightly at him.

He just watched you exit the door, before he closed his eyes for a bit. Having you pressed against him had his head screaming to let go, sure, but… it wasn’t something he wouldn’t be ready to do again if you needed it.

If it made you feel better, it would be worth it.

Tags: @musicallisto

[rattyoakenbitch]

❝𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝❞ ─ 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

i don't want your sympathy, i guess ive had it rough but you don't really care

❥ content ; gn reader, eventual fluff, angst, pining, happy ending

❥ warnings ; injury, swearing, mentions of death

❥ synopsis ; when you get badly injured during a mission, only then does levi realize the depths of his feelings for you. now the question is, is it too late?

❥ a/n ; i don't have a taglist yet so feel free to ask to get added!

You glided through the trees alongside your team, adrenaline running through your veins.

Kicking yourself off a tree, you landed your body with ease onto a lone Titan spotted in the forest below you. With a swift swing of the blade, the Titan was on the ground.

Finished, you zipped yourself back into the air, joining your team member's formation as you all flew together.

"Y/N!" Captain Levi shouted, resent dripping off of his words. Here we go again. "Do not deviate from original course! We are here to scout, not to thrill seek."

The team came to a slow. They stood on the branches, overlooking the land beneath them.

"I was not thrill seeking, sir, I was doing my job," you defended, turning to Captain Levi. Though he was shorter than you were, his cold stare and unwavering demeanor intimidated you.

"Your job is to follow my orders, brat, not go off wandering like an idiot!"

"I didn't wander, I was quick to regroup! You're just finding a reason to take your anger out on me," you retorted. "Then again, I wouldn't be surprised. Considering your height, it's no wonder you can barely contain your anger in such a small body."

As much as he wanted to push you off the tree, Levi kept his poise.

By now the team could hear you and Levi's bickering, but considering they were used to it, they decided to butt out and focus on planning the route.

"Stable duty when we get back."

And then he walked away, leaving you fuming.

As you continued with the scouting mission, you encountered too many Titans that you couldn't just brush them off. Angry and left with no choice, Levi shouted orders to forget the original plan and fight back.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted two Titans approaching Jean and Armin with intent. You narrowed your eyes. This was your chance. You bolted off the tree, flying fast towards the two Titans. You got your gear out, ready to slice their napes, when one of the Titans looked your way, a sick smile on its face.

"Y/N!" Armin called out in a panic as the Titan extended its arm, swiping at you like a fly. Before its hand could collide with you, you were pushed out of the way by none other than Levi.

He wrapped his arms around you securely, one underneath your bottom and his other around your back. You heard him whisper a profanity, his hot breath fanning your neck as he spoke. Though it wasn't the time or the place, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

You were brought back to reality when Levi glided deeper into the forest, setting you down onto the ground harsher than necessary.

Totally caught off guard, your back was shoved against a tree. Levi was quick to block your exits, predicting you would try to resist.

His arms caged you between him and the tree, leaving little to no distance between your bodies. You could feel your face get hot, either out of embarrassment or his body heat mixing with yours.

"What the hell is wrong with you, brat?!" Yelled Levi, eyes wild with rage. However, something felt different about this compared to when he scolded you for separating from the group. But you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

"Me?" You scoffed. "You're the crazy psycho who stole me away and cornered me in this forest!" You pushed at his chest, successfully shoving him off of you. "I had everything under control."

"You were almost killed! I can't have reckless people on my team. I'm a captain, not a babysitter, so get your shit together or get the hell off my team."

You stood against the tree quietly, Levi's venomous words stunning you into silence. Levi continued to stare deep into your eyes, his expression never changing. However, as the seconds passed, you saw a sliver of regret in his eyes, lasting only for a mere second.

You took a deep breath, trying to choose your words carefully. "I- Just.. Why do you hate me so much?"

Levi raised a brow while you continued to speak.

"I know I'm not the best fighter. Not compared to Misaka or Eren. But what did I do to deserve so much hatred from you? Even when I'm not doing anything wrong, you look at me like I'm the most disgusting person you've seen."

Despite feeling a sting of guilt at your words, Levi put on a dismissive act. "Tch, you're being dramatic. I'm not about to discuss this with you."

Why the fuck did he say that?

"Maybe if you listened to me for two damn seconds you wouldn't get such an earful."

Why is he being such an asshole? Gods, just tell them already. Stop this bullshit.

No longer finding it in you to care, you began to raise your voice, angry tears spilling down your face. "I try my best to make you like me. I try to show you that I'm capable and strong, but you still treat me as if I'm inferior. Like my skills are nothing. Like I'm nothing."

Emotionless, Levi replied, "Because you are. Look at you. You're a crybaby. You should've stayed back." Lies. All lies.

"Ugh- well maybe you should've just let me get killed since you despise me so much!"

With that, you grab your gear and zip away as far from Levi as possible, tears blowing out of your face and into the wind.

"Hey, where are you going?!"

You ignored him as you continued to speed through the trees, searching for your team. Your friends. Anybody.

"Y/N! Look out!"

You heard Eren shout, making you spin around frantically to search for the danger.

There it was.

An Abnormal ran your way, crawling like a dog on its hands and feet.

It had been chasing the team for a while now, evident in its animalistic, hungry look.

Steadily hanging off a branch, you watch the Titan from afar, then look back at the team.

"I'll distract it! You guys go!"

They looked at you as if you had grown two extra heads.

"You'll die!" Mikasa argued. "We can take it!"

"Just go!"

The Titan started to get closer. The team looked behind you, then back at you. Though they looked ready and determined to take it down, you knew they felt as terrified as you were. Fighting Titans was just something you don't think you'll ever get used to.

"Please be careful. We're gonna find Captain Levi!"

You nodded, then turned around, watching as the Titan ran towards you, totally disregarding the rest of the team.

"You want me? Come get me."

When you decided it was close enough, you darted into the forest and soared through the trees, only narrowly missing them. The Abnormal followed you, but hit itself on the trees and destroyed many in the process.

While the Abnormal continued to run through the forest, leaves and trees blocking its direct vision of you, you took a chance and turned back, flying past the Abnormal.

You did a quick u-turn and hopped onto its back.

You got it now.

As it chased after nothing, completely unaware, you slashed the nape of its neck.

With you still on its back, the Titan went limp mid-jump, falling onto the ground hard enough to create an earthquake. Unprepared for the collision, you went flying off its body.

Instead of bracing yourself for the fall, you frantically reached for your gear in an attempt to glide back up to the trees.

Before you got the chance, your body met with the ground, a loud thud echoing from the impact.

In the distance, the rest of the team continued to fight until they got to the very last Titan. Levi, though he was the last to regroup, helped effectively take down the Titans.

It wasn't evident in his stoic expression, but he searched among his surroundings and the faces of his team for you, afraid the worst had happened. Dammit, why did he have to be such an asshole? What Levi said to you, he meant none of it. But he feared he wouldn't get the chance to tell you that. Idiot.

"Is everybody here?!" Levi shouted as his team gathered around him.

"Yeah, we're alive-"

"Wait, where's Y/N?"

The team began to search among themselves, now becoming anxious as well.

"Well, where are they? Did you not see them at all?" Levi asked in a calm tone, despite his heart beat pounding in his ears. No. He wasn't going to slip up. Not here, not now. He needed to remain strong.

Mikasa spoke up. "We last saw them when we were being chased by an Abnormal! They offered to distract it and take care of it themselves."

Levi shouted, a crack in his voice, "And you let them?!"

"Y/N is strong! One of the best fighters we have here," Eld said. "They've probably already taken it down by now."

"Then where are they?!" Levi growled, becoming more frustrated by the second.

"Hey, look!" Armin yelled, shaking his finger towards the steam in the distance. "Eld was right! Y/N did kill it after all!"

Wasting no more time, Levi commanded the team to follow him. Soon again, they were up in the trees, running your direction. They stopped as soon as they came across a clearing in the forest where the Abnormal laid lifelessly.

"Everyone! Find Y/N!"

The team split, searching the area for any sign of you.

Levi dreaded the thought of finding you like they found the Titan. No. You killed it. You had to be alive.

Levi repeated that in his head. You had to be alive.

Because if you weren't, he wouldn't know what he would do.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of panicked screams echoing around you. You pushed yourself off of the ground in a rush, only to stumble back with an agonizing scream, pain shooting up the lower half of your body.

"Fucking hell! Oh shit," you fell back on the grass defeatedly, hot tears welling in your eyes at the intense pain and aches across your whole body. "Dammit!"

You didn't know which bones were broken, where you were, if you were bleeding out. So you just laid there alone, helpless and numb. Waiting.

Just when the team was beginning to lose hope, a blood curdling scream echoed throughout the forest, easily catching the team's attention. They headed towards the source of the sound, but Levi was the first on it, already sprinting through the forest to find you.

When he did, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach. You laid in a small clearing behind some old trees and bushes, a puddle of blood beneath your body. Your uniform was torn and your 3DMG was rendered useless at this point. If not for the scream, or the fast rise and fall of your chest, he would've mistaken you for being dead.

Levi rushed to your side and got onto his knees, lifting up your body into his arms.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?"

You coughed, wheezing and struggling to make a coherent sound. Blood dripped down the corner of your mouth as you spoke, "You were right, Captain. I never stood a chance, did I?Shoulda just stayed." You laughed pitifully.

Now Levi was angry, but not at you. "Shut up! Don't say stupid shit like that! You're going to be okay."

The team found you, stopping short at the sight of Levi holding you carefully, like a porcelain doll, ready to break.

He didn't care anymore. He didn't bother to put up a front. Not when you were like this, half dead in his arms. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering in your ear so only you could hear.

"I can't lose you too.."

Everyone else only continued to watch the intimate scene unfold before them.

When you fell unconcious, Levi squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to keep his composure. Why was he acting like this? Usually he would be quick to solve problems without letting his feelings get in the way. Why was he so helpless now?

He turned around, scowling at the group who just stood by idly.

"Get over here and help them, you fools!"

You hated it. You hated having to be looked after or saved like a princess in a children's storybook. You didn't want to run away anymore, or simply stand in waiting, hoping for someone to rescue you. You were done being hunted. So you joined the Scouts after years of hard work and training. If you had only thought more carefully or put your parent's advice in consideration, you wouldn't be in your current situation, regretting ever joining Levi's team. You wouldn't have ended up in the infirmary.

You passed out in Levi's arms after suffering from injuries during your fight with the Abnormal Titan, according to your friends. They came by to visit you when the medic alerted them that you had woken up from your coma.

"How long was I out for?" You winced as you massaged your still pounding head. "When did I even get here?"

"You've been unconcious for two days. We retreated to the city as Captain Levi instructed and you've been under their care since," Eren answered. He noticed your demeanor as you looked around the room and picked at your skin, a nervous habit you recently formed. "Everybody's alive, so don't you worry."

"Where are they?"

"Well, they did have to receive medical attention since they got hurt, but they're okay! They miss you, ya know?" Armin said excitedly. "We'll make sure to fill you in on everything when you're out of here."

You pursed your lips. "Speaking of which, when will I be discharged?"

"You can't exactly walk right now, but.. you should be up and ready to go within a week! Then we can go on another mission and-"

"Eren. Armin. Mikasa." Your attention was torn away from Eren, your eyes darting towards the source of the voice.

"Captain Levi!" They all exclaimed in unison.

"I would like to speak with Y/N in private." He glanced at trio, his eyes narrowing. "Out."

The three walked out, heads bowed like sad little puppies. You waved at them as they went before turning to Levi who now stood by your bed.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, nose scrunching up in a sneer.

"Commander Erwin informed me of your decision," he spoke softly, differing from his usual cold tone.

You huffed. "Yeah, took your advice and resigned. You won't have to worry about babysitting me anymore."

A pang of guilt shot through Levi's heart, causing him to flinch. He hoped you didn't catch that.

He remembered his own regretful words as it replayed in his head. Just like your cries and pained expression, which he was unable to simply brush off, he couldn't forget how he mistreated you. And he would never forgive himself, either. The sight of your injured body laying there, all alone. He couldn't shake the scene off his mind, no matter how hard he tried. Even in his dreams.

Evident in his eyebags that seemed to have darkened in shade, he wasn't able to get much sleep the past couple days because of it.

"I take it you hate me, then," Levi suggested, prompting you to laugh mockingly.

"Oh, no, I could never," you said, sarcasm dripping off your voice as you fake fawned over Levi. "Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest.. I just adore you."

Levi hid his offended expression and ignored your antics as he continued. "I was afraid I couldn't get the chance to apologize to you. When I found you there, I.." He squeezed his eyes shut and furrowed his brows together, forcing his tears not to fall. Why now?

"Yeah, well, you fucked up. About time you feel a little heartache," you mumbled, looking around the room, anywhere but Levi.

"A little?! Look, I'm trying to apologize here!" He shouted. "Do you have no idea how fucking terrified I've been for you, you brat?!"

"No, Captain Levi, so why don't you enlighten me on how much you care?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. "Because if you did, then maybe I wouldn't be bed ridden!"

Levi's face softened at the sight of a single tear escaping your eye. He took a seat on the bed beside you and reached out to brush away your tear.

With your quick reflexes, you caught his hand and pushed it back towards him.

"Don't you dare touch me. You've done enough damage, Levi. Just go and stop wasting my time."

Just like you, he was stubborn. He stood his ground.

"I-I'm sorry."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "You must think I'm stupid. No way I'm buying that bullshit."

"You need to stop pushing me away, Y/N!"

"What is that, an order?" You taunted. "You don't get to be sorry, Levi. It's too late for that. You waited for me to almost die just to tell me that? Is that what it takes? What if I hadn't survived? What then?"

"You don't think I haven't thought about that?! That's why I'm here!"

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?"

"You should've listened to me! I was trying to protect you!"

"Well thanks a lot. Now both my kneecaps are broken and I won't be able to walk for weeks!" You shake your head. "You think just because we shared a moment while I was dying that I'm okay now? Trust me, if I had the strength, I would have slapped you then and there."

"Then why don't you now?"

"At this point, you're not even worth getting angry over. So stop giving me that pitiful look. I really prefer you shouting at me instead. At least I'm used to it." You mumble the last part, but Levi catches it easily.

"That's it then, you leave me no choice." You look at Levi curiously. "You infuriate me, brat, you really do. You're so careless and oblivious all the time, you forget to look after yourself. And I'm not ready to watch you throw away your life so irrationally from the sidelines."

"So what are you trying to tell me, Levi?"

"Tch, you're just gonna make me say it, aren't you?" He takes a deep breath. "I'm not good at this, and I hate to admit it, to you of all people. It makes me mad to see you risk your life because I care about you.. and I can't lose you. I've dealt with too much death. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you alive, even if it means dying.." Levi trails off, then scoffs and crosses his arms like a petty little child. "I said it, all right? I like you-- A lot, you stupid brat!"

You searched Levi's eyes for any trace of dishonesty. You hoped he was lying, like he had some sort of script prepared before he came to see you. But you found no lies in his eyes.

You felt your heart break. All this time when you thought Levi just really hated you, he was looking out for you.

"I.. Why didn't you just tell me?" Your voice fell apart as you spoke. "I tried so hard to make you like me back.. And it hurt because I thought you just hated my guts. I had no idea."

"I know, I was being stupid too- It shouldn't have come to this," Levi admitted. "I.. I'll let you rest now."

Levi stood up to leave, but you were quick to pull him back onto the bed with you. Without letting him react, you grabbed his face and interlocked your lips with his. All the tension in his body disappeared and he melted into the kiss, throwing his arms around you tightly like he'd lose you if he ever let go. It wasn't a soft, romantic, movie perfect kiss. It was desperate, tongue and teeth, hands wandering, disheveling the other's hair. You released all of your built up anger and resent, letting it fuel you while you aggresively fought your tongue with his, a faint taste a hint of alcohol now on your own mouth. Occasionally you'd both break the kiss for short intakes of breath and small whispers like 'don't scare me like that again' and 'I've needed this for a while now'. You couldn't help but moan, earning a grin from Levi as he continued to hungrily devour your lips. Just as things escalated, you remembered you were still in the infirmary, and anyone could walk in any minute now. You slowly pulled away, your chest heaving as you panted for breath.

Levi couldn't help but twist his lips up into a little smirk. That was new.

"Well at least you're not a bad first kisser," he spoke nonchalantly, still gasping for air. You playfully punched him in the chest.

"Quite the romantic, aren't you?" You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. "You're not bad either, old man."

Blush spread across his cheeks.

He took your hand in his, bringing it to his swollen and raw lips and placed a small kiss on your knuckles.

"Promise me you won't leave me again?"

"Promise," you sighed blissfully. "And I guess I'll have to tell Commander Erwin about my change of plans."

"Actually," a deep voice spoke. At the door, there stood none other than Commander Erwin. "I think I already know."

[lieutenant-simp]

Protecting You Is All I know How To Do

Shield Powered Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warning: Mentions of childhood trauma, beatings, injuries. Angst. Little fluff at end. 

Request: YES :))))

Summary: Protecting Wanda was all you knew, she was your rock and you were hers. 

Not my Gif

A/N: This is my first request, so this is a big deal! This was not proofread but I really enjoyed writing this. 

Words: 1,508

Your powers were the cause of all your problems, the damage to your health, to your head, the trauma they caused you never wanted to use them. When you first got to HYDRA, you were taken, no given. Your parents trusted some men in suits because they were too messed up to care about anyone but themselves. They wanted money, power and the men promised everything and more to them. You don't know what happened to them after you left, but you hope whatever it was, was worse than anything you'd been subjected to. 

Every day, like clockwork, you were taken to a small dark room, had serum after serum injected into you. Test after test to see what happened to you, nothing worked, until it did. You were upset, you were tired of them beating you, they blamed you for their serums not working, and you just put your hands out. They were blasted to the other side of the room, the force from your shield launching them back. Once again, they blamed you for not finding out your powers sooner. All your tests came back normal, and they didn't know which serum made you this way. The beatings only got worse from there. 

Now that you had powers, you were bound, you didn't want to cooperate. You became numb, numb from the pain. They beat you no matter what. No matter if you cooperated or not. All you could do than pass the time was to be in your head. It was your safe place. When you were subjected to their beatings, you went inside your head to distract yourself. You never felt alone there. You had imagined a new life, one with your parents, what might've happened if they weren't such deadbeats. You imagined love. You imagined anything and everything. Your head was the place that made you sane. 

"Hey, I hear your thoughts are you there?” You hear a voice in your head, you look around your room. The men had already left, where was it coming from. You laugh, you're finally going crazy from being alone. “I am your cellmate, I can hear you, you're not crazy”

“You can hear me? How?” You were definitely crazy now. There was no one here. 

“I have powers, I can read and communicate with others in my mind.” Ah, that makes sense, you were alone in the corridor, clearly, it was made for those with powers, and you were the first successful one and now they had found another. 

“How long have you been here?” You heard her sigh inside your mind, “I just got here, my parents, they uh, they passed away recently and well turns out twin orphans with powers travels around,” You sympathize with her, you want her to not feel alone anymore. She was the only one you had anymore. 

“You have a twin?” You hear her laugh, “Yeah, he’s like me, he has powers too, but he can’t read minds. Do you have powers?” You hesitate to open up to her, afraid of everyone but she seems comfortable, at least in your head, you are relaxed, you’re not afraid. 

Quickly you became friends, her name was Wanda, and she told you about her family. Her twin brother, you could talk to through Wanda, he was nice, witty, and he also became your friend. She would tell you often about her life before HYDRA. You both had created plans, plans to escape, plans for what you'd do after you got out, but you never followed through. Sometimes it was nice to wonder. Wanda was your age, young, and she was new. You once heard her cry about the same men that tortured you. To escape the beatings from them, you'd create a shield surrounding her. She told you when they came in, and you had shared the world inside your head with her to go to, it kept her distracted. When they saw the shield, it would distract them from her as they would march over to you and hurt you instead. You needed Wanda, she was your friend, your closest friend. After some time you would do the same with her brother.

You still despised using your powers, you could've easily used them to shield yourself instead, but you couldn't. You were scared of them, but Wanda and her brother needed you, they needed you to protect them. 

After Ultron, when Pietro died, you were crushed. Your job was to protect the twins. Thankfully Wanda was okay, You felt as if your purpose was to protect them, and you failed. Wanda leaned on you, and you leaned on her. His death wasn't easy on either of you. 

You join the Avengers the same time Wanda did, you didn't want to leave her side and she didn't want you to leave hers. You both still communicated inside your head, it was a comfort you both could only get from each other. When you went on missions you both were paired together, you protected her. You didn't give a damn about what happened to you, but the first time you were injured, changed your perspective. 

Wanda was in the waiting room, waiting for you to come out of surgery, the bullet was lodged in your stomach. Wanda needed you, as much as you need her. She loved you, she always had. She had a crush on you the moment she talked to you. You, on the other hand, had never really got to experience those emotions, you had pushed them down but you did love Wanda too. You were her rock, her protector. A tough egg to crack to everyone else, but to her, you were soft. You held her when she cried, and she would hold you. Your rooms were next to each other, but you usually ended up sleeping in the same room.

When you were ready to receive visitors, she was there in an instant. She held your hand and waited, prayed for you to wake up. And you did. You woke up to her hand in yours. You opened your eyes to see a scratch on her head. You reached over a brushed your hand against it. She looked at you softly, a small smile on her face, her eyes full of tears. You could tell by the look on her face, the injury took a toll on her, it caused her pain. The pain you tried every day to avoid, to help her with.

You realized, to protect her you had to protect yourself. How were you supposed to help her if you were dead or unconscious or just unable to. You didn't want to lose her, she's already lost so much. You knew she could probably hear you because squeezed your hand softly, before you hear her soft voice inside your head. 

"I need you moya lyubov, I need you here with me" You smile at her softly, your hand reaching up to hold her face, your thumb drawing lazy circles across her skin. Your actions say all the words you can’t say. "Can I ask you a question printsessa," you nod your head, "Why me?" You obviously look confused because she continues, "Every time on missions, I am the only one unharmed, the others, they have bruises and black eyes. We both know how many gunshot wounds have been had between all of them. I don't get that experience, you only use your powers to protect me." You think for a minute pondering, you didn't protect the others. They chalked it up to you both knowing each other longer. But you look at your interlocked hands, you thought of the way your heart raced with Wanda. You loved her, the realization hit you like a truck. 

"Because I love you Wands, I always have. I can't stand seeing you hurt if I could do something about it." You look up at her, no words had to be spoken as she leaned in and kissed you. Your hand stayed at her face as she pulled you closer. The kiss said a lot of words between you two, years of love that has been saved between you. 

-

Its been two years since that day, you and Wanda have decided to move in together a few months after that. But today is your anniversary. This day 2 years ago, you asked Wanda to be your girlfriend. You had asked Nat for help then, and you're asking Nat now. 

“Please Nat, you know her so well, do I get this ring,” You paused to show her a picture before showing her another one a moment later, “or this one?” You heard her sigh.

“Y/N, you have been dating for a couple years, and have known each other countless before that, you know her better than me!” You sigh, she's right but that didn't make your decision easier. 

“I just want this to be perfect Nat, it's not every day you ask the love of your life to marry you.”

[justwonder113]

I saw that you're gonna start writing haikyuu fanfic and !!! I have a request if you don't mind. Daichi with a girlfriend (or partner if you prefer writing gn) who is usually very tough (not necessarily stoic or mean) they're pretty physically strong and generally have spent their lives looking out for themselves and everyone else(v self sacrificial... probably to an unhealthy degree) and daichi and them have a fight and they just sorta break down about how they always have to look after themselves and everyone else and how no one's ever been the one to protect them and they just want a moment where they don't feel like they have to fight all the time, perhaps ends in fluff? Idk if you like the idea I would love to read your take on it but if not that's totally cool!:)

Hi there, thank you so much for an amazing request like this it was an amazing challenge for me and I really hope you like it, I'm really sorry I haven't been able to update it earlier, it's just it turned out harder than I imagined, but I'm really glad I finished it, I really enjoyed writing it maybe it's because I know the feeling but i don't know, I hope this is what you had in mind and I hope you will like it too.

Daichi x ( f)Reader (but nothing's really implied so basically I think it's gn, have to proof read it again.)

WARNINGS:Angst to fluff, mental breakdown and anxiety attack, also a reader who isn't somfortable showing their emotional side and is more of a lone wolfs who can take care of everything by themselves.

Word cound; around 3k

You didn't even know when you started shielding yourself from everyone and everything or when was the first time you thought that you had to be the one in control of everything all strong and all, but it was part of you now definitely. You didn't think of it as something bad and you certainly didn't expect that your timidness could lead you to having an argument with your boyfriend.

For as long as you knew you were the one taking care of everything, you dealt with your own stuff and sometimes even helped others with theirs. It was always like that and at this point you just got used to it.

You liked the fact that you were this reliable, strong and independent person in the other's eyes. It made you feel better about yourself. Just knowing that people felt like they could trust you and come up to you was kind of ego boosting. It was also good knowing that there were people who looked up to you and admired you.

You were fine with keeping up this image if you knew that you made others feel at least somewhat better with your words of advice.

You knew how important it was sometimes to just let everything out but you were not like so many of your acquaintances, you couldn't just go to someone and vent out everything you had in you no matter howuch you trusted them or how approachable they were. Firstly, if you were to open up to someone you would need to have really deep trust to the said person, and secondly you just couldn't vent out because you knew how it felt like to be on the receiving end.

You loved your friends and you would move mountains for them, you really appreciated that they felt safe with you and trusted you, but sometimes being on the receiving end all the time and taking all this negativity away from them was really emotionally draining. Like some people would come up to you whining about all the drama in their lives and how miserable they were, they would let out everything and then would just leave without even asking how you were doing. You just couldn't do the same to the others no matter how much you were going through, you wouldn't burden them with your problems and all your drama. Even if it meant storing everything inside for all eternity.

Well it wasn't like you didn't want to let your emotions out and vent out everything to everyone, to let someone else help you bear this burden at least once, especially at times when you felt most vulnerable, then dealing with all this seemed impossible, whenever you were so stressed that it was affecting your lifestyle, you couldn't eat drink or sleep normally. Or whenever everything seemed to pile to the point that you felt this horrible tightness in your chest area, when your stomach was swirling nonstop and you felt claustrophobic, when your breathing was shaggy and your mind was foggy yet wouldn't stop working and kept coming up with all those unnecessary thoughts. Those were the times when you truly felt that no matter how strong and capable you were you didn't want to be alone. You didn't want to be this strong person for just this moment, you didn't want to be the one in control you wanted to be the one taking cared of and being pampered. You wanted to just let go knowing that someone was there to listen to you, to hold you when you finally fell apart.

You thought that maybe you were shielding everyone from this side of you, you didn't want to burden them, you didn't want to come as overbearing and maybe you were shielding yourself from them too, because what if others found you annoying, too weak, fragile and unable to take care of everything. Maybe they would find out that, in the end, you were nothing special, you were too pain and just not worth it, so it was a perfect defence mechanism.

You weren't doing anything wrong right? So then why was it the reason you got in the fight with your boyfriend? Why was something that was meant to protect you this much pain? And why couldn't you say anything even after this? Why were you still terrified of speaking up? You were talking about Daichi whom you trusted with your whole life. A man who was willing to be with you trhough thick and thin. You didn't know anyone else who was more reliable and kind or sweet like him. You felt thankful everyday that you had him by yourside, he made almost everyday better for you.

Maybe that's why you were so afraid to speak up? That he was so perfect? Maybe after seeing this side of yours he would realize how much more he deserved. He would realize how flawed you actually were and that you were not worth all this trouble and that terrified you. You were most definitely not ready to end things with him, not that you were thinking that you would ever be. Daichi was the one thing you wanted constantly in your life, you were hundred percent sure of it. He was really precious and dear to you even though he didn't really believe you now.

You felt that you were slowly losing control over yourself and gripped yourself tighter, to make you feel more safe. It felt like the walls were closing down on you and you felt claustrophobic even though you were on the balcony and the chilly wind was hitting you in the face. Your whole body was trembling but not from the cold weather or your chilly out of place attire. You felt numb like there was nothing inside you, only this heavy thing on your chest and all this thoughts that were only making things worse.

What was the time even? You lost track of it trying to regain yourself, it had to be really late, as you watched horizon you noticed that sun would soon start to rise, you stayed up all night huh? Daichi would wake up soon too to go to work too, how could you avoid him then? You didn't know what to tell him, what to do. You coudln't even go to bed, to lay next to him, you felt guilty because you knew that as much as you had your reasons to act this way he had them too and he also was in pain because of you, because he thought that you didn't trust him and didn't love him enough. You felt terribly guilty because you couldn't even manage to say anythin after he opened up to you, after he showed you his vulnerable side. Daichi wasn't the one to openly talk about his emotions so you knew what it cost him too. You hated yourself so much for it.

You couldn't really stop the tears at this point, any second now you would fall apart and you didn't even know if you would be able to pick yourself up before he woke up.

"Y/N?" You heard a deep grumble making you jump. You looked back to see your boyfriend looking at you with wide eyes. In seconds he was next to you wiping your tears away, scanning your face carefully. "You're freezing! What are you doing here? Didn't you go to sleep? What about your clothes? Where is your robe? You will catch a cold!" He kept mumbling to himself while rubbing your cheeks gently, he looked completely awake now. How did he care about you so much after you hurt him this bad, how did he not leave? Why was he so worried about you? Were you really worth it? Why did he really love you? So many whys were piling up in your head.

You felt this tightness against your heart and you doubled over holding your chest tightly. The sobs kept breaking our from your mouth and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Daichi immediately took you in his arms and took you inside sitting you both on the bed and wrapping a blanket around you to at least somehow warm your freezing body. His large hands immediately found their place around you as he helped you sit on his lap, rubbing soothing circles there and there to help you calm down whilest murmuring against your neck to just keep breathing.

"I'm here love, you're safe, you can let it all out." He mumbled and placed a kiss on your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere... You're safe, I'm here with you." You continued sobbing you couldn't really stop now, it was as if the dam was finally broken, you couldn't really hold anything in even if your life was on the line Daichi was the only one grounding you. Thankfully Daichi didn't even think of letting go, he held you in his arms and let you let everything out. It felt like you've been crying for hours, eventually fatigue must have taken over because the next thing you saw was total darkness.

When you opened up your eyes the first thing you noticed was the brightness, it must have been at least noon now. The next thing was two arms still being tight around your frame.  Your head was still on Daichi's  shoulder. He must have moved you both because both of you were under a blanket now, still in yesterday's attire. You felt a bit sore, but that must have been from sitting for hours on the balcony. Your head hurt like crazy, it felt like you had one of the worst hangovers, you could swear you could hear slight ringing.

"Are you awake love?" Daichi asked quietly to check if you were really awake, he shifted slightly groaning quietly, it made you jolt up which was a bad decision because your head hurt even more now.

"Were you like this all night? God I'm sorry it must have been so uncomfortable!" You felt guilty seeing that he spent all night sitting against bed frame having you in his lap. It must have been really uncomfortable.

"It's fine, I didn't really want to let you go. How could I, I think it was the first time I have ever seen you cry. It scared the hell out of me when I saw that you were not in the bed and then it scared me even more when I saw that you were on the verge of breaking down on the balcony at 4am. How are you feeling now?" He took your hand in his and looked at you expectantly.  You froze, it was what you were afraid of, you made him worry so much and he saw how pathetic you could get, on top of it you made him spend whole night like that just because he felt responsible of you. "Okay I can hear gears in your head shifting and based on your look right now I'm pretty sure you're thinking unnecessary stuff. Just don't hold back talk to me, please?" He looked at you with pleading eyes, squeezing your hand tighter.

"I made you worry, and you spent the whole night holding me in that uncomfortable position all because I couldn't hold it in and was weak." You mumbled in shame.

"Who said that I thought you were weak?" Daichi asked and he honestly looked dumbfounded.

You took a deep breath and looked away. "I'm saying it, I hate it when I can't control my emotions and act like a whiny crybaby. I hate whenever it happens, and everything seems out of my control, and I especially hate it there's another one to witness it. I don't want people to see how weak I am." You finally said it and looked down in shame wrapping your hands tighter around your frame. You looked up when Daichi pinched both of your cheeks and inspected your face again. "Ow Dai what are you doing?" You whined.

"Had to make sure you were human and not a robot." He smiled at you and kissed your hand. " I will tell you a secret, I have never thought that you were at least somewhat close to being weak, in fact you're probably one of the strongest people I have ever met. I admire you, I really do.  You're so strong, confident, this powerful person whom everyone loves and admires including me." He placed another kiss on your temple, "you don't know how proud I am to be called your boyfriend! And I don't see this habit of yours as something bad, I was out of line yesterday and I really hurt you saying that you don't trust me or love me, it was never my intention to make you worry this much and seeing you in that shape because of me really broke my heart. I know you trust me and I know you love me, you never fail to make me realize it. You're always there for me whenever I need it, through thick and thin, you always know what goes in my mind and always help me with whatever you can, I can't really count how many times you have helped me. You make every day brighter for me and I can't help but feel thankful that I have you. You don't have to worry about it okay? It's just that I got insecure and it really got to me that's why I was on edge yesterday and provoked an argument." He rubbed his neck  sheepishly when he noticed that you were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath to continue. " It's just that seeing you being all reliable and approachable made me question if I was doing at least remotely good job being there for you too, you're always doing everything on your own like you don't need anyone else to do what's needed and I was worried that you would realize that you didn't really need me. I guess it was my own way of saying that I needed some sort of confirmation." He rubbed his neck looking away from you, "I know you're capable of taking care of yourself and that you don't like showing your vulnerable side, that's completely understandable but you're a human too. You shouldn't just hold everything in, you have to let it out at some point and I want to be there for you when that happens. I like that you're always there for others, for me but I don't want you to forget about yourself, I want you to think about yourself more. You're amazing, the most amazing human being and I thank the stars everyday that I met you. But when I see you struggling hut still trying to shrug it off to play it off because you don't want to burden anyone or just because you're not used to asking for help really breaks my heart. I can't bear to imagine that something like yesterday can happen again. I've known you for years and no matter how much you try to hold it in I notice when you're struggling. I know you have been stressed a lot these days, you don't eat nor sleep like you used too and there's also some other signs. I wanted to give you time, you would approach me when you felt like it but when you never did I started questioning whether or not was I a reliable partner for you. Now I realize I was just feeling pretty and how much my words actually hurt you." He leaned his forehead on yours, "I'm sorry love." Listening to all this you could feel your your eyes start to water up but somehow you didn't really feel the urge to bring yourself together asap, you felt oddly comfortable.

"Have I ever told you that even tears look best on you? God how am I so lucky?" Daichi teased you and started littering your face with kisses making a smile break from you. You smiled fondly as you started to play with his hair, Daichi only hummed in appreciation. "Man, how am I so lucky?"

"Shut up, you're being sappy." You tested, Daichi grinned.

"I'm not the one in love with a sappy person," his eyes tingled with mischief.

"Well, I can't deny that, it's very much true." You purred and gave him a kiss, "I'm helplessly in love with a sap, who is the most amazing boyfriend, he's the most loyal, kind, dependable and amazing person, who makes me happy every day. I trust you the most and I know that I can count on you any time of any day. I didn't approach you because I didn't want to affect the mood, your life has been going on great and I didn't want ro ruin your good mood. I also knew that part of my problems were caused by me so I wasn't really in the mood to talk about it and I knew I had to be one to take care of everything, well I thought I could. Mostly I didn't want you to think I'm weak, I'm not that confident and powerful and I have many flaws I was kind of afraid you would see it and realize that you deserve better" you sniffed and rubbed You nose, you felt vulnerable, it felt as if you were naked and were showing yourself to Daichi, every word was stained and forced and it made you really uncomfortable but you wanted him to know everything, he deserved it. Daichi gripped your hand tighter to encourage you. "It's just I've been dealing with everything on my own since I remember, it was always me, at first it was really lonely but when people started noticing my independence and resourcefulness I kinda grew into it, it was like a confidence booster, but after that when I really needed help, when I was unable to come up with solutions I found it impossible to ask for help. I'm supposed to be strong I'm supposed to be smart so why am I asking for help to others? Can't I deal with this? I just can't find the power to go up to others even when I know that it's most reasonable thing. I know I can rely on you and you don't realize how much of a breather it's for me, and you help me in so many ways and I think you don't even realize that. I'm trying to say that I will try better and I will make sure to get over this problem but I will need time, but please remember that I really love you and I trust you with my life and I will do my best to make sure you know it okay?" You were amazed, it felt like something lifted of your chest and Daichis smiling face only made the feeling stronger. Tears were still streaming down your face but you didn't really care, this was who you were and you wanted to show it to him.

"You're not perfect love and you will never be" your heart skipped a beat at Daichi's serious tone, you felt terrified because it felt like the moment you dreaded the most, you knew he loved you but you also knew he was one of the reasonable guys, "the word is already flawed because nothing in this world is perfect, not you, not me and not everyone and not everything. Everything has it's flaws I have them as much as you do. You don't need to be perfect and you don't need to work yourself to fix your flaws. You are who you are and that's why I love you, I love everything about you including this so called weak side of yours. I love that you strive to be the best but I don't like that you're bringing yourself down to achieve it. You're amazing, you're capable, you're kind and you're smart and god you're so beautiful both on the inside and outside. I think I'm lucky I'm even breathing the same air as you, " he smiled cheekily at you making you giggle. "I want to say that you don't need to fix anything this is who you are and I love and support you, but if you want to improve I'm here and I will help you every step of the way. I will be always there for you, you don't even have to tell me anything just somehow point to me that you need me and I will do my best, we can talk about it for hours or we can just sit in silence for the whole night but you will know that I'm with you, just please don't be afraid to approach me, I will never judge you and I will never turn my back on you. In fact" Daichi got up and went to one of the drawers only to take out small box and return to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes. " I didn't plan on giving you this het because I wanted to plan this romantic evening but I think it's a good idea to give it to you now. Y/n you're the love of my life, and as cheesy as it sounds you're my sun, my moon and my stars, you make me feel more alive than I ever was and you just make everything better. I can't promise you a wedding or something in the near future but I want to give you this to let you know how serious I am about you and this relationship. I want to give you this as a sign that I will be there for you and I will love you till the rest of my days. I love every part of you and I want to help to teach you how to love them too." He put the box on your palm after he finished speaking, you were speechless, and torn between wanting to jump on him and drown him with kisses and proclamations of your love and curiosity of the box. You opened the box to find that beautiful ring you were eyeing few weeks ago when you went out with Daichi.

"I think I fell for you harder." You mumbled still in shock, you stared ar your new ring with lovesick eyes, which by the way sat perfectly on your fingers.

"well look who's being a sap now," Daichi grinned and kissed the hand you put your ring on. "But either way it's good because since I didn't go to work today I demand my cuddles now and I expect to be given them now, few kisses would be nice too." You giggles and got closer to him.

"Aww is my babyboy feeling needy?"You teased but still started kissing his face, Daichi smiled and nodded his head, holding you by the waist tightly. You smiled and got closer to him, everything felt just perfect. He really was your safe heaven.

[bokebelle]

just like the stories - armin arlert

WARNINGS: none, just a ton of armin fluff. 

PAIRINGS: armin arlert x gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

a/n: this is my first time writing something this long and i’m very open to feedback and suggestions as to how i can improve! 

requests: OPEN

Armin was 18 when he first started falling for you. It was all innocent at first. He loved the way you smile was brighter than the sun, and how your eyes shone brighter than any star in the sky. But as time went on and he grew older, the love he felt for you ran deeper than any ocean he could read about.

He fell harder for your bright smile, knowing that there were days when you just didn’t feel like smiling. He fell deeper for the spark in your eyes, remembering the days he wiped the tears that threatened to douse their light. You made him feel like he was on cloud nine, but kept him grounded with your gentle words and soothing touch.

That's why 2 years later, Armin was where he was now: sitting on a bench, with you beside him, reading out loud a book he had carefully picked, hoping you would read between the lines and figure out he was in love with you.

“And it was in that moment her heart had felt the thrill of being in love.” he couldn't stop himself from looking at you. He couldn’t help admiring how you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, taking in every word that came from his mouth.

"It was intoxicating, almost addicting. She allowed herself to drown in the scent of her lover, she simply couldn’t get enough. She wasn’t afraid to be burned by the fire that bloomed in her heart when their lips were locked in heated moments of passion. Despite the pain, she wasn’t afraid if one day, her lover decided to seek shelter in the arms of another, for the love she felt was enough to make her feel alive for a lifetime and a day. She wasn’t afraid to love.

She realized that through it all, love was the thrill that made her feel alive. It was the promise of a love that made life more beautiful that made her hope and dedicate her heart no matter how many times it broke. 

In her beloved she saw the farthest of galaxies and the deepest of oceans. In their promises of love, she learned the truths of life and the secrets of the universe. As she locked eyes with the one that held her heart, she saw that the beauty in it all, in the good and the bad, was knowing that at the end of the day, she was loved and that she was in love.” Armin concluded. “The end.”

“That was such a sappy ending” you say, finally opening your eyes to look at blue eyed boy before you.

Armin was always cute, with his button nose, ocean blue eyes, golden fluffy hair, and optimism that made you think he was like the sun. The more time passed, the more you realized the word “cute” didn’t fit him anymore. He was kind and friendly, with a sharp mind and quick wit. You started to think maybe he wasn’t like the sun, maybe he was brighter than the sun itself. But the more you got to know him, the more you understood even the sun bowed to the darkness of the night.

 Armin was insecure about never being the obvious choice. He was smart, yes, but he was worried about never being as funny as Connie, or as charismatic as Jean, or as strong as Mikasa. You always assured him that he didn’t have to be like them. He didn’t need to be like his friends to be enough. To you, Armin was always enough. You were always too scared to tell him how you really felt. You were afraid he would push you away, thinking he wouldn’t be enough for you, thinking you’d ruin everything if he didn’t give you, or himself, a chance. And so you kept quiet for both your sake and his and kept your feelings hidden in the deepest corners of your heart. But despite wanting to shout the truth into the world, you felt okay keeping it a secret if it meant having him by your side a day longer. He was your bright sun that shone in the summer sky, and even in his dark moments, he shone like the moon on a clear night.

You always found Armin cute, but when you learned about the ugly things he had a hard time loving, the parts that you loved for the both of you, you started to think differently. And in this moment, as the light caught in his blond hair making him glow before you, you can’t help but think how beautiful Armin is.

“Well, I liked it.” he said, closing the book and setting it on his lap

"I’m not saying I didn’t like it. It was just sappy. And besides, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic so maybe that's why you liked it.” you tease him with a smile.

‘Hopeless, maybe’ he thought. He took a deep breath and hoped he had it in him to be romantic.

“to be loved and to be in love sounds nice though, doesn’t it?” his heart drums in his ears, a faint blush painting the apples of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “To feel so strongly about someone and knowing they feel the same way about you.” 

You simply smile at him, and he takes this as a cue to continue. “Imagine finding someone who makes the world make sense. Someone who makes you feel safe, and welcome. Someone who makes you feel like home wherever you go.”

“That would be nice.” you agree as you entertain his train of thought, ignoring your own thoughts of what it would be like to hold his hand, or kiss his cheeks. “But they’re works of fiction for a reason. I’m not trying to be a downer but not everyone finds love and gets it in return. Sometimes you just have to be happy watching from the sidelines.” 

Armin felt a twinge of doubt in his heart. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he should be happy watching you from the sidelines. However, he managed to stop himself before he let his negative thoughts take over. 

‘Better to have love and lost than never to have loved at all’ right? He took a deep breath and shook his doubt away. He would never know if he had a chance of winning the game if he always resigned himself to watching from the sidelines. 

“It may be fiction but it’s possible.” He counters. “It’s possible to find someone has all your words and promises but leaves you speechless. To know someone like the back of your hand, but they keep you guessing every time. Someone who makes life exciting but makes you feel at peace at the same time”

“And how do you know it’s possible, Mr. Romance expert? You in love with someone?” you manage to joke despite an ugly jealous feeling starting to bloom in your gut.

“It’s possible because that’s how I feel with you.” Armin confesses, and you could swear in that moment time froze. You suddenly became hyperaware of how he was fiddling with his fingers, how his eyes were fixed on you. His cheeks were turning pink, and he nervously licked his lips. He was flustered. More flustered than you had ever seen. 

“Just hear me out okay? I like you, I like you a lot. You make all the romance books I’ve read make sense. When they talk about that warm feeling in your chest, or the feeling of being home, suddenly I understand them because of you. Cliché and sappy words make sense because that’s what I think when I look at you, that’s what I feel. I’ve been in love with you since I was 18, you know? I don’t know when it started, but I don’t regret it one bit. And if you give me a chance, I hope you don't regret it too. I know I’m not the strongest or even the tallest, I don’t have a lot to offer except my heart that chooses you every day and my arms that were made to hold you. It’s corny, I know but that’s all I have to give you and I hope that’s enough.” 

You keep quiet for a moment before letting out a small giggle. You had spent all this time keeping quiet only to realize he felt the same way. And top it all off, after he poured his heart out to you, saying the words you always wished he would tell you, the words you were always too scared to admit, Armin was still worried about not being enough. It was in the vulnerability in his beautiful blue eyes that you finally found the strength to do what you’ve always wanted to do, to say the words you’ve always wanted to say.

“Gosh Armin, for someone so smart you can be really dumb sometimes.” you tease, accidentally giving him the wrong impression.

Armin felt numb. You didn’t feel the same. He was dumb for thinking someone like him had a chance with someone like you. But before he could feel his heart break in two, he felt your lips gently on his.

You were kissing him? His mind couldn’t process everything that was happening fast enough so that by the time he was ready to kiss you back, you had pulled away.

“Armin you’re always enough for me, you’re more than enough. I don't care about what you're not, what matter is what you are, and you are always enough” You whisper, holding his beautiful face in your hands so his eyes meet yours. “and if you still don’t believe then that's fine, I can love you enough for the both of us.”

Armin’s brain finally caught up with what was happening, and his heart had started beating to the promise of your words. He was enough. He was enough for you, and he was enough for himself. For once, his words failed him, so he decided to kiss you back, knowing that was enough for you both.

No love story could ever describe the way his lips felt against yours. No poem could detail how lovely his fingertips felt as they traced gentle patterns against your skin. The greatest novelists or poets would never come close to describe what it felt like to have a love like this. It was a love meant to be preserved in the stars. A love considered fictional by most, and rare by few. It was a love one could only dream of having, a love only you and your beautiful blue-eyed boy lived out everyday. 

You lived a love so great and pure, would happily spend all your lifetimes and more, knowing what it’s like to be loved by and to be in love with Armin Arlert.

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Fricking Free

Summary: After a close call, Dean decides it's time to settle down into a normal life.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam x Eileen, Miracle (the beautiful floofy pupperz)

Warnings: 15x20 AU, Injury to Dean (but no death), Angst, Fluff, Pregnancy

Word Count: 2,239

A/N: A part 3 or epilogue of sorts to the Dog-Gone Witches and Pesky Portals mini-series. I combined them into one list since it's all connected.

Sam hissed as he pulled Dean's body off the pole of rebar that had impaled him, gently laying him on the floor of the barn. The wound was really bad. The rebar narrowly missed his spine and heart, but he was sure it broke through at least one rib and punctured his lung.

He knew he'd have to get his brother to a hospital immediately if he had any chance of saving him. With his last bit of strength, he hoisted Dean into his arms and hurried to the Impala.

Laying Dean across the backseat, Sam rummaged in his pocket for the keys before shutting the door on his brother and hopping in the driver's seat.

Dust kicked up as he sped off towards the nearest hospital. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror to keep an eye on Dean. He looked like he was passing out.

Other than subconsciously praying that his brother would be alright, only one other thought rang through his mind.

Y/N was going to kick both their asses.

Y/N parked the antique truck in the large parking lot of the hospital. Sam called her as soon as he got Dean to the hospital. She immediately took off to meet them, several hours away.

Sam shot up from the waiting seats in the hall outside Dean's room as soon as he saw her enter. He stood and waited for the yelling, but she rushed to him and crashed into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He was surprised, but grateful, as he understood her fear.

"He's in here," Sam said as he pulled from the hug and led her into the room. She walked through the door and her eyes landed on Dean in the bed. He was covered in bruises and bandages and so many things.

Her breath caught in her throat and she choked back a sob.

"Hey," Dean croaked with a small smile.

"You could've died," she blurted out in a whisper. She took several steps closer to him, speaking louder not but not quite yelling, "You almost died."

"I know," Dean rasped, "But I'm okay-"

She raised a hand to silence him, "I did not travel across the universe for you to turn around and die on a hunt Dean Winchester," she chastised, "You saved the world countless times. You've replaced God. You're frickin' free!" she huffed, "So be free Dean, with me. please," she begged, carefully taking one of his hands in her, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't handle seeing you like this. I can't handle not knowing if you're coming back. Please, please," she sobbed, dropping her head to his chest and holding him as carefully as she could.

Dean carefully draped an arm over her back, holding her to him as she cried. It broke his heart to see her like this. She didn't know, but Sam had had a similar conversation with him when he woke up.

He glanced at Sam then over Y/N's shoulder. His brother gave him an 'I told you so' look and Dean minutely nodded, looking back at Y/N.

"Okay," he said, brushing her hair back and looking into her eyes, "You're right."

He may never feel like he could completely quit hunting. But he trusted them and they both said he should. So he'd try. She was right. She was here, with him. After he had missed her so much.

It would be dumb to throw that all away. He almost died on that hunt. He swore to himself to never do that to her again.

Sam drove Dean and the Impala back to the Bunker, Y/N following behind in the truck. She was angry, hurt, scared. Sam hoped the drive back might give her time to calm down.

Dean was certain she didn't believe him and was gonna leave him. They all do eventually.

When they finally parked in the Bunker's garage, Dean was surprised to see Y/N there, helping him out of the car and offering to help him to their room.

Sam followed behind with their bags, ready to help if Dean seemed to falter. But he and Y/N seemed to make it to their room just fine. Sam set their things inside and helped Y/N get Dean settled onto the bed.

He still had a long way to go to heal. They were back to doing things old school. Just another reason not to take so many risks. This hunt made Sam realize that any day could be the last now. For real.

It was sobering. It made him want to seek out all the things he couldn't before because of the life, because of Chuck. He wanted that for Dean too.

Y/N sat on the bed next to Dean, taking his hand and Sam smiled.

"I'll just leave you two to it," Sam said, going for the door.

"Hey Sam," Y/N said, turning to look at him, "Thank you for your help, and for keeping him alive."

Sam grinned and nodded, "Always."

Y/N smiled then turned back to Dean once the door was closed, "You're gonna be laid up for a while," she sighed.

Dean swallowed hard, "Are you gonna leave?" he asked in such a small voice it surprised her, "Are you gonna go back home?"

She stared at him as if he'd grown a second head, "I am home," she responded, "I'm not going anywhere, Dean. But I am not above nagging and a little shoving and smacking if you put me through this again. I'd kick your ass now but looks like someone else did me the favor."

Dean laughed, taking in her playful smile. She called this home. She was staying.

"Now, do you want food or do you want to get comfy and watch some mind-numbing entertainment?"

"Pizza and Netflix in bed with you sounds fucking perfect," Dean groaned, letting his head drop back against the headboard with a lazy grin.

"On it, Babe," she responded, pecking his lips. Dean drew her back to him, reigniting the chaste kiss and deepening it. She pulled from the kiss and giggled, "Oh, no stud. You're out of commission for the time being," she patted his chest and he groaned once more, before taking off to set up for their relaxing evening.

Dean actually enjoyed the break he got while healing. Spending time with Y/N was just like back at her farmhouse. Except he was practically an invalid for weeks, Sam and Y/N having to help him with everything.

Now that he was healed, he was restless. He promised he wouldn't hunt, and he knew Y/N was still wary that he could or would even keep that promise. But he was determined.

Instead, he started picking up odd jobs around town: handyman, car repair, lawn maintenance. Whatever people needed, Dean offered a hand and started making a decent amount of money.

That's when the idea struck him.

If he could make and save enough money, maybe he could find a small home in the area. Maybe even a little farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Y/N would love that.

Suddenly, the apple pie life seemed attainable, tangible. So he turned to Sam for help with his plan. Sam was completely on board and started making all sorts of suggestions on how they could make the money: side jobs, part-time gigs, hustling, and selling a few non-dangerous artifacts from the Bunker.

Sam was certain they could make enough for Dean and Y/N, and for him and Eileen. Dean was over-the-moon when Sam told him he and Eileen wanted a home and to start a life.

Everything finally seemed to be falling into place.

Dean found Y/N in their room, folding and putting away laundry. He smiled at her, always loving the small moments of domesticity. They were new and refreshing and he didn't want to take any of it for granted.

"Hey, Babe," Dean caught her attention. coming up behind her and grabbing her by the waist as he placed a kiss on her cheek, "Can we talk for a minute?"

Y/N stopped what she was doing, turning to Dean with trepidation. She knew Dean wasn't a big talker. She nodded, giving him her full attention. He sat her on the edge of the bed and joined her.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking since that last hunt. You're right. It's time I left the life behind. It's time I focused on our future."

"Dean-" she interrupted, feeling incredibly guilty, "I'm sorry I said what I said. I know you hunt. I know that-"

He raised a hand silencing her, "I want to. I want a life with you."

She smiled brightly, leaning in and kissing him deeply with relief. Maybe they could have a simple, domestic, safe life.

"Rise and shine, Sweet Thing," Dean said as he swiftly pulled back the covers, revealing Y/N. She groaned as she wiped her mess of hair from her face to glare at him with barely open eyes.

Dean chuckled and pecked her lips before handing her a mug of coffee and sitting beside her on the bed.

"Why are you so chiper so early?" she groaned, "I thought that was Sam's thing."

He laughed again, "Well, I'm in a good mood and I'm really excited."

She raised a curious brow at him, taking a hefty gulp of her coffee to help her mind, "What's going on?"

"Get up and you'll see," Dean said, getting up from the bed and beginning to go through the closet and dresser, pulling out clothes for her. She decided arguing with this crazy person wouldn't get her anywhere, so she just went along with it.

Whatever it was, at least it made him smile so brightly. That tugged on her heart strings a bit.

She took turns getting dressed and gulping her coffee, trying to move as swiftly as her body would allow. Dean was practically vibrating in place, like a kid ready to go to Disneyland.

An hour later and she understood why.

Dean stopped the car at the end of the long driveway - practically a private road - to the charming yet dilapidated farmhouse in front of her. She climbed out of the car, her eyes taking in the property around her.

It reminded her of her own farmhouse in a way. Or it would if it wasn't so rundown and overgrown. That didn't deter her though. She wouldn't shy from a fixer-upper. Hell, her home was one too.

"I bought it," Dean said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. He rested his chin on her shoulder as they both looked over the house and property.

There was plenty of land. She could already pick out a few good spots for a garden. The property was surrounded by woods too, so there was a sense of privacy and quiet.

"I figured we could fix it up together," He said as he took her by the hand and led her inside, showing her around and telling her all the ideas he had for the place. Her face hurt she was smiling so hard so long, "Sam said he'd come by and help too."

"He's not coming with us?" she asked, wondering why Dean would leave his brother behind.

"He bought a house too," he grinned, "For him and Eileen. It's in town."

"Wow," she huffed a laugh, "So you really were serious. About leaving it behind? Building a life with me?"

"Yes. We can be happy here."

She looked around once more before settling on him again and smiling brightly, "I think we can," she agreed.

Y/N groaned as she placed the bowl on the floor, petting Miracle on the head with a smile. She stood up straight, a hand on her lower back for support, the other on her large belly.

She perked up, hearing a car pull up the drive outside. She opened the front door and went down on the porch, smiling in greeting at Sam and Eileen as they exited the car.

Sam reached her first, giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek. He rubbed a hand over her belly in greeting to the baby, before stepping aside for the women to hug and coo. They laughed, barely able to hug each other as their matching protruding bellies got in the way.

"Dean in the garage?" Sam asked and Y/N nodded with a roll of her eyes.

"Is he ever anywhere else?" she joked. She ushered Eileen inside, Miracle happily greeting them both.

Sam made his way to the garage. It was a large barn previously, but he and Dean had converted it. Sam smiled at the sign above the entrance: Family Business Auto Repair & Restorations.

With Baby and a few cars from the Men of Letters Bunker, Dean was able to showcase his skills locally - and eventually regionally - which allowed him to really take off with cars professionally. He always thought about it, but never thought it could be a reality.

After a quick hug and greeting, the brothers made their way back to the house. The four of them tried to have dinner together at least once a week.

The brothers stopped in the trek, spying the women sat on the porch chairs, sipping at lemonade. A pitcher and additional glasses sat waiting. Dean smiled at his brother.

"Living the dream."

Forevers:

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@lyarr24

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Dean Winchester:

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Sincerely yours

Pairing: Jungwoo x Fem! reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-Idol!Jungwoo, Established Relationship

WC: 4k

Warnings: Marking, Slight Nipple Play, Oral (female receiving), Slight Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up guys), Creampie

Notes: This is for the NeoSmutCollective Event - Love Letter, and I hope you all enjoy it! Also, the love letters' contents will be in italics like this (also will be colored for my mobile nctzens), so when you see that, you’ll know your reading the love letter!

Jungwoo yawned as he stretched, legs and arms extending to emphasize until he stopped. A smile on his face as he opened his eyes to look beside him, only for it to quickly fall when he realized that you weren’t beside him.

He rubbed his eyes as he looked around for you, rubbing his eyes as he sat up in bed.

He was confused. It was 11:30 in the morning, and you usually like to stay in bed for those extra minutes, curled up into his side and using either his chest or arm as a pillow, especially when neither one of you had any plans. He didn’t mind it, though, because he loves having you close to him.

He swung his legs over the bed, glancing around until his eyes landed on the red envelope on the nightstand. His curiosity grew as he reached for it to open and see what was inside. He immediately recognized your handwriting as he started to read,

Dear Jungwoo,

You don’t understand how hard it was to get out of bed early to plan everything I have done today. When I lay in your arms, I feel safe as if nothing could hurt me and as if they can protect me from all negativity. You hold me so tight that I feel like I’m suffocating from your affection, which I love! I can’t wait to be held in your arms again, but for now, get up, get washed up and dressed, and head to the kitchen. And please just follow whatever my letters say >.<

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart~

Jungwoo wanted to know what you were planning, his curiosity growing tenfold as he got up and went inside the connecting bathroom. Stripping out of his clothes and quickly hopping in the shower, his mind just thinking of what you took the time to do.

The shower didn’t take too long as he got out, dried off, and quickly got dressed. He dressed in something simple, knowing very well that you would have told him to get dressed fancy. So Jungwoo dressed pretty comfortably; a sweatshirt with some jeans and some comfortable shoes.

He came out of the bedroom and immediately headed to the kitchen. He saw a display of food out on the table, a wide array of foods he enjoyed eating, and it was honestly stunned for a second.

Jungwoo noticed the letter on the table beside the food as he reached to go pick it up and open it

Dear Jungwoo,

If there’s one thing I love doing for you, it must be cooking. I wouldn’t call myself a master chef or anything like that, but you always excite my dishes up like it is. I love watching the big smile on your face when you try something I just made and you getting excited to taste it when I was worried about it. So I went out and made some of your favorite dishes to eat before I send you out. After eating, visit Mark cause he had your next letter. Text me when you leave, and be safe! I’ll see you soon, baby~♡︎

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he was quick to sit down and eat, noticing the food was still warm as he chewed. He could tell how well you timed everything for the food to always be warm by the time he got out of the room. It only made him more impressed by the dedication you took in just for his birthday.

It didn’t take him long to finish the food and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher before getting ready to head out to Mark’s apartment. Jungwoo grabbed his keys as he went to text you that you were leaving. He left and locked the door as he headed to his car. By the time he got in, he had noticed that you had hearted his message and said nothing else.

Jungwoo chuckled, knowing that you would be secretive today, but he didn’t mind it at all. Jungwoo got situated before heading off to Mark’s. His mood was so high since he just wanted to know what else you had planned for him.

It took about 20 minutes to get to Mark’s apartment as he parked before getting out and eagerly heading up to his friend’s apartment. He took the elevator, foot-tapping with excited jitters until the elevator doors opened on Mark’s floor. He walked down the hall and was ready to knock when Mark opened the door with a smile.

“ Hey, birthday boy.” Mark smiled as Jungwoo went to hug him with a smile, looking over his shoulder, surprised to see his other friends there as well.

“ What’s all this?” Jungwoo asked as he pulled away from Mark, a bit shocked to see everyone there.

“ This should explain everything.” Mark handed him the letter as Jungwoo quickly opened it to read it as the others watched.

Dear Jungwoo,

You probably weren't expecting this, but I wanted you to spend time with your friends. Not only does it give me some time to add the finishing touches for your birthday, but it would just be wrong for me to be selfish and have you for the whole day. Mark helped me out a lot in planning and getting things for you, and everyone else gave their inputs in as well, which I’m grateful for. Your friends have almost become my friends, and they’re like the siblings I never got to have. So spend time with the family until I call your phone. Just promise me not to get drunk.

Sincerely,

Your sweetheart

Jungwoo smiled as he put the card down and looked at Mark, “ So you were in on this too?”

“ She asked for help. How could I say no?” Mark giggled as he pushed him towards the crowd of friends, “You heard what she said. Let’s make sure you have some fun before you are whisked away for the rest of the night.”

Jungwoo was there for a while. He had Taeyong and Yuta giving him extra gifts that he wasn’t expecting. He and Mark were playing FIFA and having the rest of the boys cheer for them as Jungwoo would win. Johnny and Jaehyun helped make foods and snacks for everyone that Jungwoo found delicious. The atmosphere was light and bubbly as Taeil and Donghyuck were playing around.

Jungwoo was genuinely enjoying himself. He wasn’t expecting anything special for his birthday, but he found himself merely enjoying everything.

He was there for maybe an hour or two when he heard his phone ring on the table. He immediately stopped what he was doing when he noticed it was you calling him. He put the controller down as he got up and moved from the group, moving far enough, so he could hear you.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby, are you having fun?” Hearing your voice on the phone was soothing. He hasn't spoken to you until now.

“ Yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting you to plan something like this.” Jungwoo admits as he leans against the wall, not noticing how the others have quieted down to listen in potentially.

“ It’s your birthday! Why wouldn’t I do something special?” You laughed, and it was honestly music to his ears, “But I wanted to ask you if you had anything to drink?”

“I only had a shot of soju, and that’s it. I listened.” Jungwoo answered as he heard you hum.

“ You think you're ready to come back home, or did you wanna spend more time there?” You asked him.

“ Depends. Are you going to be home by the time I get there?” Jungwoo’s voice was a bit lower as he spoke, knowing very well that he missed you and was just ready to see you now.

“ I wouldn’t have called if I wasn’t~ Come back home then, Woo. I have your last gifts here. Be safe, and I’ll see you when you get back. Love you.” You hung up before he could respond as he just noticed the silence in the room as he turned to see everyone looking at him.

“ What?” Jungwoo asked, confused.

“ What a lucky man you are,” Johnny said, sipping from his soju bottle as he shook his head.

“What are yo-”

“ What do I have to do to find a woman like that?” Donghyuck joked with a fake whine, earning some chuckles from the others.

“ Do you guys know what she has planned for me?” Jungwoo asked them before Yuta gave him a look.

“ No, but we have a good idea of what it could be,” Yuta answered him, and Jungwoo was ready to ask him something again when he was starting to get pushed out the door by Taeyong.

“ Stop wasting time and go home! She called you, so that means to go home, right? Then leave and don’t leave her waiting!” Taeyong fussed at him with a smile as Jaehyun opened the door for them as he pushed Jungwoo out the door with his presents.

“ We’ll see you tomorrow, Jungwoo! Bye~” Mark yelled before the door was close before Jungwoo could even get a word out. He just shrugged his shoulders as he headed back to his car. He got inside and rushed a bit to get home.

Whether his friends knew what you had planned or not, he wanted to be home with you. He hasn’t seen you all day, and that was motivation enough for him to hurry his ass home. It didn’t take him as long to get back home. Quickly parking the car and leaving the gifts from his friends there, he hurried to make it back up to the apartment. He probably looked crazy the way he was rushing back home. Putting his long legs to use, he was in front of the apartment door, hurriedly putting his keys in the door to unlock it. He pushed the door open and looked around the dimly lit apartment.

He stopped his rushing when he noticed the flower petals that littered the floor, candles lighting the apartment, creating an atmosphere that nulled his eagerness as he shut the door and locked it.

He quietly walked inside, taking his shoes off at the door as he followed the trail that started from the door and led him into their shared bedroom. He stepped inside and saw the flower petals forming a heart on the bed with another envelope in the center. It picked it up as he opened it to read the letter inside.

Dear Jungwoo,

Even though I tell you daily how much I love you, I wanted to explain to you the reasons why today. I did luck out in you coming over to talk to me that day. I wasn’t expecting that me giving you my number would lead me to find the love of my life. Our first date was a bit awkward since we were both stuttering and nervous, but I remember how by the end of it, we were both smiling and laughing by the time you brought me back home. I’ll admit that I was anxious when we would talk or go on dates.

I thought, ‘Everything is going too good for me. Something must happen.’ I know it’s foolish looking back on it now, but I haven’t had something as good as you before. Every insecurity I had, you pushed it away until you were able to close that distance that I realized I had placed between us until we were face to face. You made me believe in love again and made me treasure every little thing that you’ve done for me.

Now I can’t imagine my life without you at this point. I can’t help but thank your mom for giving birth to you cause she ended up giving birth to my soulmate. I could honestly make this wayyyy longer if I wanted to, but if I did that, then you would be standing here forever. To sum up, everything that I wanted to say, just know the I love you with every fiber of my being. I won’t change anything in my life if it means I can be with you now and forever. I love you, Kim Jungwoo

Happy Birthday baby

Sincerely,

Your Sweetheart

Jungwoo couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his face. He felt like his cheeks would hurt by the end of it cause he just couldn’t take the smile off his face. Never in his life has he gotten something so sweet from anyone. He knew you meant every word you said, and that’s what made his heartbeat as fast as it did.

His attention was brought back when he heard the bathroom door open. Jungwoo’s head whipping around to see you pushing the door, leaning against the door frame in a robe that was left open as you stared at him with a small smile. “ Did you like my letter?”

Jungwoo didn’t answer you as he crossed the room to you in three steps, pulling you into his body as he leaned down to kiss you. You were quick to kiss him back as his hand rested at the nape of your neck with your hands resting on his broad shoulders. You both didn’t realize how breathless the kiss would be. Neither one of you has seen the other since last night, and seeing each other now after that amount of time seemed like forever to you both.

Jungwoo didn’t pull away until he knew that you both needed air. When he pulled away, your lips were already starting to get puffy. He looked up at you, and he couldn’t stop the laugh that left his throat.

“ God did I miss you and your kisses,” Jungwoo admits, and it made you laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“ I missed you too. I would have stayed home with you if I didn’t have this plan.” You told him as his arms wrapped around your lower back.

“ I wasn’t expecting you to do something like this, but I do appreciate all of the time and effort you put into it.” Jungwoo smiled, kissing your forehead as you rested your head against his chest right after.

“ I’m happy that you did. I rewrote that last letter so many times cause I felt they weren’t good enough. It still wasn’t enough, but I hope what I wrote is good enough.” You mumbled before feeling his hand under your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

“ Everything that you did for me today has been more than enough. I can’t say thank you enough for everything. “ He leans back down to kiss you, and it swallowed down any other words that you planned on saying. You just melted into his arms as he kissed you.

Jungwoo bent down to pick you up in his arms, not breaking the kiss as he gently placed you on the bed, his body hovering over you. His body was resting between your legs, placing one of them on his hip as he pulled away to kiss your throat.

You moved your neck to the side as you felt him place light marks against your skin before you pulled him back up to kiss you. You don’t know how long you were kissing before Jungwoo pulled back away, hovering as his eyes trailed over you.

Jungwoo had the chance to admire the attire that you were wearing finally. It was red lingerie. The top was a halter with a large cut-out in the center with two heart loops connecting them. The bottoms were lace and see-through like the top and were high-waisted, exposing more of your hips and ass because of how it was cut. The silk robe that initially covered up the lingerie set has now slid off to the side that just added more to the image he was looking down at.

“ You are beautiful,” Jungwoo mumbles as his hand reaches down to massage your chest. His fingers were pinching your nipple between the fabric, making your back arch off the bed. He smiled as your moans started to fill the room, leaning down to push the lacy top to the side, wrapping his lips around their other nipple.

Your fingers wrapped in his fluffy hair, tugging whenever he would nip at your chest. He would leave little marks over your body that he knew you would show off with pride, uncaring of who sees.

Jungwoo’s mouth had traveled down your chest, passed your stomach, and had his face hover you're between youth legs. He looked up at you for a split second before eagerly tugging them down your legs.

“ Wait a minute! I should be pleasing you. It’s your birthday!” You rambled as you tried to keep your legs closed, built couldn’t with jungwoo’s firm grip. He laughed as he stared, enjoying how you were already wet for him when he didn’t do much.

“ Well, since it’s my birthday, you should be listening to what I say. Plus, you worked hard today to plan everything for me, so let me at least repay you for your hard work.” Jungwoo smiled as he kissed your inner thigh.

You watched his mouth slowly descend onto you as he slowly dragged his tongue up your pussy. He took his time to work your body. His movements were slow, precise, and teasing.

Jungwoo made sure to have his fill while eating you out. He didn’t care about how you tugged at his hair when he would give a hard suck to your clit or when he had his friends pressed inside you, prodding your g-spot to make your back arch off the bed.

Your taste was addicting. Something about it, making the grip around your thighs fighting as he pulled you close: your moans only fuel him to dip his face in more as he groaned against your body.

You felt your legs tremble, your orgasm coming up close as Jungwoo started to become unrelentlessly. His full lips were wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard, his fingers curling up into you. His fingers rubbing deep is as he worked your body simultaneously as he gave another suck at the same time that he pressed inside you.

Jungwoo knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that him doing that was just enough to get your body to tip over. He held your body down as you convulsed against his lips, working your body back down slowly as he slowly removed his lips.

Licking his lips, Jungwoo liked how disheveled you looked on the bed. Legs spread open with some small after shakes from the orgasm as your chest raised up and down, the robe having slid down your shoulders as you moved around.

You barely paid attention to when Jungwoo stripped from his clothes, throwing his shirt and pants somewhere else as you squealed when Jungwoo pulled your body back to his by your legs.

You looked up at him as he smiled at you, “ You still want to keep going or no?” He asked you, rubbing your leg with gentle touches, and it made you smile.

How could he go down on you like that, then be sweet to you right after?

Nevertheless, you nodded as you watched him line himself up, leaning back down to kiss you as he slowly pushed himself inside. Both of your moans get swallowed into the kiss as he slowly bottoms out.

He made sure to wrap your legs around his body as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth as he pulled his hips back and pushed them back inside.

Jungwoo’s thrust was slowed but deep, making sure to reach the parts of you that you could never reach yourself. Jungwoo had his arms wrapped around your body as he moved his hips against yours.

You felt it getting harder to kiss him when his thrusts got a bit faster, turning your head to the side as he could hear your moans getting louder. Jungwoo leaned back down to kiss your throat before trailing up to your ear. His voice was smooth like velvet as he groaned in your ear, his brows knitted as he felt your walls squeeze around him.

You reached for his hand to grab, Jungwoo quickly lacing his fingers with yours as he kissed your cheek. “ You don’t even understand how much I love you.”

You turned your head to look at Jungwoo as he halted his movements to lift your body, now having you sitting in his lap as he looked at you. You snatched your robe off as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and started to roll your hips against him, earning a quick groan from him.

“Does it feel good?” You asked him, watching his facial expressions as his hands held your hips.

“ You always feel good.” Jungwoo smiled, and you could stop the light-hearted giggle that left your throat, being quickly replaced with a moan as he pulled your body down more on his length.

You pulled his body close to yours, feeling like you were meant to be like this with him. It just felt too good as you started to leave your little marks against his neck that he would turn to the side to give you more space. Jungwoo was beginning to thrust up into you, his rhythm becoming wilder, and it was just pushing you closer to another orgasm.

You pulled back to stare at him. His lips even puffier than before, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, and his brown eyes filled with a mix of lust and adoration that just had you getting lost into them. You wondered if you had the same type of look in your eyes as he looked into yours.

Neither one of you had to speak.

You both knew how close you all were to cumming.

He gave you one last look. One that looks like he was waiting for an answer. An answer to a question that you knew he was conveying through his eyes. So you nodded as you leaned back in to kiss him—and coming back up to the nape of your neck to keep you there. You were meeting his thrust as muffled moans echoed in the bedroom.

It didn’t take much longer as Jungwoo pulled you down to fully sit on his cock, making you dig blunt nails into his shoulders as his orgasm triggered yours as your legs spasmed. Jungwoo held your body close to his as he stilled.

Panting was heard throughout the room as you both tried to get your breathing to slow. As you tried to catch your breath, you felt Jungwoo nuzzle into the side of your face making you smile.

“ Jungwoo?” You watched him turn his face up to look at you.

“Yes?” Jungwoo tilted his head at you.

“ I love you sooo much.” You kissed his cheek and didn’t stop at his cheek as he started to laugh before making you kiss his lips again.

“ I know you do and I love you so much too. You really outdone yourself for my birthday today!” Jungwoo smiled as he looked at the flower petals on the floor.

“ I still have a dinner and birthday cake for you too in the kitchen.” You explained to him, ready to move out his arms but he held you there. You looked at him and he gave a playful look.

“ Dinner sounds nice and all, but I’m not finished with you yet. I haven’t seen you all day until now, so I’m gonna have my fun with you.” Jungwoo was smiling as he lays you back down.

“ Wait! But what about your dinner?! It will get cold!” You tried to argue with him and that only made his smile grow bigger. You weren’t trying to get turned on but you already felt his cock inside you get hard again.

“ We can heat that up later and still want to finish the dessert I have in front of me.” Jungwoo went down an octave as he looked over your body again before meeting your wide eyes again.

You definitely knew you were in for a treat and a long night.

[hanniebvnnie]

sickeningly sweet

written by: 🥺

genre: little bit of angst, mostly fluff

warning(s): swearing, smoking/ vaping, mentions of alcohol

summary: skater!jisung is sickeningly sweet. he tastes it, too.

[1:26]

Clouds of steam swirl through the night air, obscured by streams of tangerine light from a nearby lamppost. It smells of something like candy-floss or bubblegum, though you can't tell which. There's not much difference between the two--they're both sickeningly sweet, causing you to scrunch your nose up at the smell. You really should be used to it by now, but for whatever reason, that's not the case.

"Don't listen to Jongmin. Half the time he's drunk, the other half he's high. Don't take anything he says seriously."

You chuckle humourlessly. "That's no different from you. I still take what you say seriously."

"Hey, I'm trying my best," Jisung exclaims in an accusatory tone. He lifts his hand and jabs his vape in your direction, "And I know for a fact that you don't take anything I say seriously."

"Well... Yeah, you're right."

You lean back on your hands. Cold concrete numbs your skin and you wince, but don't move away. Instead, you shiver and tug Jisung's leather jacket closer to your body.

"He's a dick. A massive one. I'll give him a piece of my mind next time I see him."

"You don't have to do that."

Jisung takes a long drag of his vape, holds it in for a few seconds then blows it out in a large puff. "I will. You call my best friend a-"

"Jisung."

"Right. Sorry," he says and clears his throat. "Say what he said, you deal with me."

You successfully suppress a laugh, but its not easy. You're grateful that Jisung is protective of you, but where he excels in toughness and trash-talk, he lacks in stature and physical capability.

"Thanks a lot, Sung."

"No problem."

You glance at Jisung. His skin glows and eyes sparkle in the warm, overhead light. A circle of light surrounds his messy, blonde hair like a halo, but you think he's the furthest from an angel that could ever be.

Jisung turns to you suddenly, those doe eyes gazing at you and you suddenly feel naked.

Vulnerable.

"You wanna see some tricks? I've been working on a few lately."

You simply nod. You watch Jisung grab his skateboard from where it lays at his feet and push himself off of the brick wall. With one swift movement he's skating down the ramp and up another. He stops at the peak, then jumps a little, twists around mid-air and skates back down.

He returns to you with a proud smile and, yeah, now you can see why he's so often mistaken for an angel--if you ignore the cuts littering his face, leather clinging to his skin and alcohol on his breath.

"Come on."

You stare at Jisung's outstretched hand and blink. "What?"

Jisung doesn't let you finish. Soon enough, you find yourself tumbling off the wall and into Jisung's arms. Your converse smack against the pavement and you almost crumple to the floor, but Jisung holds you up.

"Let me teach you."

"Jisung, I can't-"

But your words are of no use. Now clasping your hand, Jisung drags you to the flat section of the skatepark. He lets go to place his skateboard on the floor, then holds both hands out, palms facing up.

You make a face. "What do you want me to do?"

Jisung thrusts his hands in your direction. "Get on the skateboard. Hold my hands, you'll be alright."

"You won't let me fall?"

He draws a cross over his chest then extends his hands again. "Cross my heart."

You exhale a shaky breath; the puff of air forms clouds that eventually fade out, imitating Jisung's previous actions like an eager, younger sibling that can never quite live up to their older sibling's standard.

You step onto the skateboard. It rolls to the side a bit and you gasp in fear, but Jisung is quick to grab your elbows and, wow, you're a lot closer like this, so much so that you can smell the mint gum and candy-floss (or bubblegum) on his breath.

With a reassuring smile, Jisung begins to guide you, urging you to tilt your body to the side and reposition your feet. He pulls you gently to the left, directing you on when to place your foot down and the exact pressure to use when you push yourself forward.

"You're good at this," Jisung proclaims, but you can't tell if he's being truthful or not. "Ready for me to let go?"

"Oh god, please no."

Jisung chuckles and his fingers dig into your skin. "Alright then."

You expect Jisung to pull you along again, to repeat his previous instructions and praise you for doing the bare minimum once more. But when you look up, Jisung is frozen. His eyes sparkle like he's stored the galaxy in them, and you don't think you've ever seen Jisung like this, let alone so close. He's full to the brim with a strange sort of emotion that you can't entirely place but-

Oh.

You notice Jisung's eyes flicker down to your lips. Only for a brief second, but you see it all the same. You recognise the emotion now—it's impossible not to. You've seen Jisung kiss people before, have sat bitterly in the corner of a house party as Jisung made out with whatever guy or girl he could find, so you know that look: it's lust. Or, perhaps, love. You can't tell, only hope.

But you recognise want. Need. And maybe you really need this too.

"Can I kiss you?"

It'd be a big fat lie to say that Jisung isn't an abrupt person, so it's really no surprise that he's the one who makes the first move. But if anything, you expected Jisung to just kiss you without asking. Instead, he requests permission gently, and the lust is still discernible, but it's softer than you have ever seen it.

You nod wordlessly. Jisung doesn't move so, now desperate for Lord knows what, you say, "Kiss me."

You hate how needy you sound, but Jisung doesn't seem to notice. The air around you is so cold, but Jisung is warm. Cold lips against warm lips, cold skin against warm skin, cold breath against warm breath.

When Jisung slips his tongue into your mouth you can tell that, yeah, it's definitely candy-floss.

And it's sickeningly sweet, but that's alright. Because when Jisung finally pulls away and confesses that he loves you, you realise that, despite his tough image, he is sickeningly sweet too.

[courtlyharlequin]

First welcome, second your blog's aesthetic is beautiful, and third, if you don't mind can I request (whatever you feel like) domestic Leona, please? It doesn't need to be a married couple (unless you want to), it can be those moments, actions or routines MC and him have as a couple. I don't know if it's clear enough, I hope so. Some fluff for the lion boy. You're free to ignore, of course. Thanks!

The Little Things

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for Leona’s Unique Magic

A/N: How could I ignore something so sweet? I think your potions/wizardry aesthetic is beautiful as well. Thank you for the warm welcome~ This blog is new so this was very encouraging. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Loving the man that by the name Leona Kingscholar was no easy task. He was flawed. He was lazy and arrogant. He was keen and intelligent yet he refused to live up to that potential. His remarks during arguments stung. He knew you like the back of his hand— when and where to attack when things heated up quickly in order to shut you down. There were times he reduced you into a puddle of tears, uncontrollably shaking from anger.

But yet, it was because Leona knew you like the back of his hand that you loved him in his entirety, flaws and all. You loved him for the little things— the way he nonchalantly insisted on walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the carriages, the way he discreetly sent Ruggie to watch over you whenever he couldn’t do so himself or the way he always held your hands with intertwined fingers rather than palm to palm.

Those three words echoed in your ears as you smiled into the kiss.  You had always been the first to rise therefore that particular morning, quite literally, took your breath away.

Mornings with Leona always began with a kiss. He loved physical affection. There was no need for force. One breathtaking, passionate kiss on his slightly chapped lips and he would be up and about, getting ready for school on his own. Morning Magishift practice was out of the question, but considering that he willingly woke up at this hour, without much complaint, sufficed.

If you two were early, a stop to the cafeteria’s kitchen was essential. His dormitory lacked a cooking area of any sort. This lion was a picky eater who only ate meat.

Today, you were early which meant that the prefect could feast upon your culinary creations— something that he particularly relished yet dismissed the moment someone asked about it.

Not too long ago, Leona developed a strong attachment to the foods you made especially for him. Now, he was a picky meat-eater who also had a preference for the food you especially made for him.

Back at home, Leona had the finest chefs and the freshest ingredients all in one place. However, that kind of meal lacked something, something that made all dishes delicious, despite being seasoned properly and cooked to order.

“It’s love,” you said curtly,  as if it wasn’t the most ridiculous answer in the world.

It was always “love”. 

When he injured himself during Magishift practice a few weeks ago, you rushed him to the infirmary and insisted that you tended to the scrapes yourself. He was confused. It wasn’t as if he was a child. It wasn’t as if these cuts were fatal, In fact, they didn’t hurt at all yet here you were– on the verge of tears and trembling, but somehow managing a strong front, casually talking to him about small, random, little things. Nevertheless, conversations of this type always ended like this:

“(y/n), you know… you don’t have to do this,” Leona sighed.

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

Wishful thinking followed. Three, simple words silenced the prideful lion. Every. Single. Time. 

‘Huh. (y/n) loves me,’ he thought.

Three, simple words was all it took to make him completely putty in your hands, to make him vulnerable. As much as Leona verbally expressed his distaste for that kind of affection, deep down, he enjoyed it. Go on, tell him more. Why do you love such a heinous beast who could kill you with his unique magic? Why do you love such a sorry excuse of a dorm leader? A prince? If he–

“Leona!” you exclaimed, waving your hand to snap him out of his trance.

He playfully smacked your hand away. You huffed and puffed your cheeks.

“Your breakfast is getting cold,” you mumbled.

When did you finish preparing his food?? How much time has passed since his mind wandered off? He stared at the dish before him.

No meat today, a shame. Leona clicked his tongue. Instead, the plate was piled high with pancakes, drizzled in an absurd amount of chocolate and maple syrup and topped with berries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream. Leona groaned at the sight of it. Breakfast? More like dessert!

“Come on! It’s not that bad,” you whined in response to his miserable tone, “Here. Try it.”

Pfttt! What is this blasphemy? You’re trying to feed him now. You’re quite the amusing herbivore.

“Just this once, (y/n),” Leona said reluctantly with an eye roll as he obliged, opening his mouth for you to spoon in one hell of a confection.

He braced himself for the sickeningly saccharine flavors. Rather than a stomach-turning sapor, his tongue was met with a subtle, yet refreshing sweetness. The combination of the tart berries, the bitter chocolate syrup, and the light cream melted into his mouth. Leona chewed slowly.

“How is it?” you sheepishly asked, worried by his laggard reaction.

“The most disgustingly sweet breakfast I’ve ever had, darling,” he chuckled lowly as he pecked your lips before he took the utensil from you and turned about to his “disgustingly sweet breakfast”, eating it with a face that displayed anything but revolt.

The taste of the berries lingered on your lips as you brought your slender fingers to ease the numbness that he had bestowed upon your labium.

“Liar,” you pouted, shoving a fork-full into your own mouth, gnawing on it.

The lion glanced over from the corner of his eyes. There you were— with your slightly droopy eyes that longed for just a little more sleep, with your lips pursed in that wonderful pink tint that tempted him to pepper you with kisses, with your soft hands that were made to fit his like a glove— seated right beside him with absolutely no intention of ever leaving.

Now that was something Leona could get used to. He was truly favored by some higher power to have you by his side every morning, to have you cook meals for him from the very bottom of your heart, or to merely have occasional kittenish banters with you. Now that was something Leona could do for the rest of his life.

“Earth to Leona! Leonaaaaaaaa~!”

He swatted away your hand once more.

“Goodness… you’ve been zoning out all morning. What have you been thinking about?” you mused.

“Oh nothing. Just the little things,” he smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Heyyy! Tell me!” you whined, fervently poking around his sides.

Ah yes, he would love to get used to this.

[pars-ley]

Come away with me

Pairing: Jimin x f reader ft Namjoon x f reader

Summary: Roses are dead, my soul feels blue, come away with me, I only want you. Being forced into an arranged marriage is not ideal, even less so when you're hopelessly in love with someone else. But with your choice, could come bloody consequences.

Genre: arranged marriage au / affair au / angst / smut / fluff / mafia au / 

Rating: 18+ (nsfw)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Oral f recieving / sex / finger foreplay / mention of murder /

Beta reader: @taegularities​ thank you so much!

A/n: This is for the btswritersclub February prompt 'dishonest love'. 

When you die, do you think you'll be able to go back to the time you were the happiest, and relive those moments forever? 

Or if there's a life after this one, maybe it'll be another chance at happiness with the person who satisfies your soul completely.

Either way, your mind only sees one person behind your eyelids. And replays one moment…

Your bare breasts shine from the orange light of the fire, bathing you in a golden glow as you watch his soft, gentle lips cascade slowly down your body. Every part of your flesh he meets, sings under his touch and creates a pathway of goosebumps, leading him onward.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin whispers against you, an involuntary shiver vibrating down your spine.

You smile at his words, fingers smoothing the hair from his eyes so you can see him. His intense stare, so full of love and adoration makes your heart ready to burst in your chest, pouring emotion singing his name at full force.

His fingers are on you and in you, manoeuvring in a way only he can, knowing your body and pleasing you in ways that make your back arch and your toes curl. Your fingernails find anchorage in the soft pile rug beneath you as you ground yourself from floating away, as the feel of his hot, wet mouth on you is enough to tip you into the abyss.

When your quaking body eases under his touch, he climbs slowly up your body, his lips journey upward leaving a trail of wet prints behind him.

You pull him into a fiery kiss, tongues dancing a heated rumba. The taste of you on his mouth brings fresh heat straight to your core.

You have never felt more free and more happy than in this moment. You do not allow yourself to think about tomorrow. You want to drink in everything about this night.

"Run away with me," he whispers. 

His words are exactly what you long to hear and what you long to do.

"You know I can't." You stroke the side of his face, the curve of his cheek fitting perfectly in your palm.

"You can. Forget about what your duty is. Forget about your father. Live for yourself."

A sad laugh escapes you. "If only it was that simple."

He sits up, pulling you up with him. "It can be! Come away with me. We can go anywhere you want. Your dad won't find us, we can just live our life." 

Tears sting your eyes as hope overwhelms you. Could it be possible? To live your life freely with him and forget about everything else? 

"Please, choose me and I swear I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

The desperate plea in his eyes has you melting and in this moment you truly believe it's possible.

You nod as he responds with a heart stopping beam, one that has you weak and wanting to do everything in your power to make sure it keeps dazzling you.

His hands capture the sides of your face, lips moving against yours, pouring every ounce of love into this kiss.

You make love on the rug in the firelight until the early hours of the morning. He draws his name from your lips more than once and you relish in being able to say it so freely. You've had a taste of freedom with him and you know you can't go back now.

"Pack a bag. Meet me at the old oak tree on the edge of town at noon?"

You nod as he strokes your face with his thumb, bringing you the most amount of comfort from such a tiny action.

As he sneaks out through your window, your heart leaves with him, feeling safe and loved in the warmth of his embrace.

You watch until the dark night captures him completely from your sight.

You and him forever, how it's meant to be. Could your dream become a reality?

You race to fetch your bag and begin shoving clothes and your most prized possessions in every crevice.

A knock on your door has you frozen in place before shoving your bag under your bed in time to see your mother’s face peer in.

"I thought I saw your light on," she says sweetly as she steps in, closing the door behind her. "Wedding day jitters?" she asks. 

You nod automatically, guilt already threatening to boil over inside you.

"I thought as much. I was the same when I married your father." She walks over, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, patting the space beside her. You do as she asks, as usual, and take a seat.

"Let me tell you something, and I want you to listen to every word." Her eyes blaze into yours, the sweet, cheery side gone, leaving you with only the intimidating and menacing side that made your stomach turn and your palms sweat.

"Before I married your father, I was in love with a boy. Handsome, charming, caring, adventurous, everything I'd ever wanted in a man, everything I could have hoped for. We had a very passionate relationship and we were seeing each other right up until the night before my wedding. That night he asked me to run away with him."

Your eyes pop but you dare not speak before she's finished.

"I wanted to, lord knows how often I still think about that moment but I chose not to follow my heart but to follow my duty, that's what matters the most, dear. I wouldn't have this wonderful life with my lovely dresses, my jewels, our cars, our boats, everything. I'd be a peasant, living the simple life. Is that what you want?" She raises a sharp eyebrow in your direction and you swallow the lump of fear in your throat. 

You want him, you'd gladly give up everything else but you dare not say those words out of fear of the consequences.

She sighs. "I know it's hard, believe me, giving up what you love and desire the most is not easy but it is worth it. Kim Namjoon can give you everything your father gives me. That's all I want for you, dear."

You don't miss the silent earning she's giving you as she stands and heads for the door.

"Because I love you, I'll give you the chance to make this right. Send a message to Park Jimin, telling him why you must marry Kim Namjoon and that he must leave you alone, and I will spare his meaningless little life." She shuts the door behind her, leaving you with a thick silence that grabs your throat and suffocates you.

Your dream is slipping away through your fingers as you grapple at it, attempting to keep it.

You want to run to him now. To grab him and never let go. You wish you could protect him but you can't. 

Seeing his face in your mind, you clutch your chest and let the sobs wrack your body. The love of your life further away than you could have imagined.

You want to run to him, to escape with him now but you dare not put him in any more danger, knowing he must already be being watched by your father’s people.

You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, in your own life, destined to follow you mother’s footsteps and be the wife of a mob boss, enslaved in a loveless marriage forever. 

That is your destiny. As much as you want to believe differently, you have no choice. You couldn't risk Jimin's life for your selfish wants. He is more important than anything, he deserves to be happy with someone freely.

You sit at your desk and pour all of the love you have left in your words on the paper, printed forever for him to look back on, knowing you sealed your heart in the envelope just for him. Letting him know this sacrifice isn't an easy one and that he will have your heart for eternity and beyond. Begging him not to come and save you as the idea of a world where he isn't living could not keep you too.

You print the wax seal and scrawl his name across the front before letting your tears escape freely until you're lulled into a painful and restless sleep.

You snap out of the memory of last night and stare at your reflection in your long, ornate wedding gown, not a hair out of place, the perfect makeup concealing bags and red rimmed eyes.

You go through the motions of getting ready on autopilot, all noise fading into the background, everyone around you passing in a blur. You feel numb at the prospect of what you're about to do. 

You'd sent one of your fathers errand boys off with your letter, telling him exactly where Jimin would be. You can't bear to think of what his reaction will be when he reads it, you don't want to imagine the heartbreak your words will cause, you are already dealing with enough of your own.

In no time at all you are at the cathedral in the lobby, flowers in hand and desperately holding back the tears you feel burning behind your eyelids. 

"You look beautiful, darling," your father whispers as he intertwines your arm with his.

The empty pit in your chest that used to house your heart is throbbing with grief and mourning at the life you're entering and for the one you're leaving behind.

You take a deep breath and steel yourself as the large, oak double doors open and you're faced with the sea of guests turning back to admire you.

At the end of the aisle you see him, the stern, expressionless Kim Namjoon. Soon to be your husband. Looking at you with utter...indifference. As if you were nothing more than a simple business deal. Which is exactly what you are to him. You look away from his unrelenting, icy stare.

Thankful for the veil, concealing your true feelings behind the mesh fabric.

You glance at the faces you walk past, most people are here because of your parents, they're people you've never met or who you hardly know.

A familiar set of crescent eyes and plump lips draw your attention, capturing all your focus immediately as your stomach drops.

Jimin.

Your Jimin.

All you want to do is run to him, but you dare not falter and draw attention to him. How did he even get in?

Why is he here?

He moves slowly along the row towards you, panic seizing your organs and squeezing them in an alarming grip.

Your breath hitches in your throat and as it leaves your lips in a rush, your father follows your gaze and spots him. 

Everything stops. Everyone looks around to him and all you can hear is the hushed chatter of the people around you.

You can't bear to tear your eyes away from him as all he does is offer you that breathtaking smile that makes you believe in gods, and angels and everything in between.

You shut your eyes tight wanting to keep that image burned in your mind and not wishing to see whatever is about to happen next...

[galos-writing]

Protège-moi (Fluff / Abbé de Coulmier x Reader){HCs} pt. 2

Summary: You are the betrothed of a man that you don't even know, and the Abbé has a weird and passionate jealousy for you. He sees you as someone to protect at all costs.

Warnings: Extreme fluff, toxic jealousy, violence, tears, far memories, angst.

Word count: 862

First part here⬇⬇⬇

That new week began with some horses neighing out the asylum. You knew too well whose those horses were; for this reason, you woke up way too early, and refused to get ready for the man that wanted to marry you for some hours, remaining silent and completely still, sat down on your bed.

Anyways, you were nicely dressed for your meeting. Your nurse uniform was abandoned on a chair. You quickly left your room as Michette came to drive you to him. He slowly approached you, introducing himself with a curtsy and gently kissing your hand. You felt numb, and your face expressed the total emptiness, but you bowed back to him.

«I couldn't wait to meet you, my dear, I'm so excited that you accepted my marriage proposal!» Borgeouse said, with a grin, partially hidden by his pure white moustaches.

«I'm sad to say that I didn't accept anything yet, I accepted to meet you, so we could talk about it.» you replied, your voice tone was flat.

«But in your letter, you said that-»

«I changed my mind. I'm terribly sorry, sir, I may be a little bit whimsical, sometimes.» you quickly said, with a smile. Inside, you were deeply disgusted.

«Nevermind, I will accept every lack of yours, darling. However, you're quite a desired woman among my friends; you're...a rare breed.»

You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

«What kind of breed, Monsieur Borgeouse? Enlighten me.» a masculine voice thundered into the hall of Charenton, catching the attention of the two of you. The Abbé was there, standing still and judging you with the most of his smiles. He was a master in smiling even if he didn't want to. For a second, you thanked God for the saving; nonetheless, you felt even more disgusted for the behavior of that man that you knew as your childhood best friend.

«(Y/N) is certainly a very wise and clever woman, and a good nurse. She did a lot of sacrifices, and I will be the lucky one having this rare piece.» the lawyer grinned even more, moving a lock of your (H/C) hair behind your ear. «She's very young, too, so it will be a pleasure for me to be your husband...I hope you understand what I'm mea-»

«DON'T DARE TO FINISH THE SENTENCE!» François yelled. Borgeouse was on the ground, blood was leaving his wrinkly nose. A punch from the Abbé reduced him like that. «Don't you dare to treat her like a whore, or I will-».

«STOP, ABBÉ!» you ran to him and took him far from the lawyer in a rush before the priest could make him look like a bunch of dust. Funny how a man of God could be so violent for...for what? You deeply thought about that question. Why was he acting like that? You didn't know what he wanted, and maybe he didn't know either. He had been acting weird for a week, he wished you a great life with the man that was standing now in front of you with blood quitting his nostrils, but he was upset for you to meet him, and it almost felt like he wanted to kick you out of the asylum for no reason. Now, out of nowhere, he punched your future husband...for what?

Your river of thoughts was stopped by some arms around you and your cheek against a chest covered in black fabric. In that chest, you could hear a heart hammering without a regular pace. The Abbé started sobbing silently.

«Well, I think the patients of this asylum are not the only ones with mental illnesses, Abbé. I'm going to report what just happened!» Borgeouse exclaimed, extremely pissed.

«Wait!» you got his attention.

«What, now?»

«I apologise for what the Abbé just did, he's...just a little stressed out, and your words irritated him even more, so, I apologise for him, too.»

The man looked at you with a snob face expression, then he noticed tears falling from the Abbe's eyes.

«It's not over yet.» he replied, and went away, ignoring the dry blood out of his nose. You breathed a sigh of relief, as the Abbé kneeled down and tightened his arms around you, loudly crying against your back. You turned and kneeled down, too. He took your face in his hands and kept crying, looking at you.

«A-Are you still here...? For r-real...?» he quietly asked, cupping your cheeks. «Yes, I am. Calm down, now...» you said, tightening your fists against your chest. He hugged you tightly, like you were a mirage or something, and buried his face in your shoulder.

«I-I'm sorry, (Y/N), for my behaviour, I was too afraid of losing you again, but I was subconsciously pushing you away because of my rage...I love you so much...»

«I...I love you too, Frak. You will always be my bes-»

A sudden kiss cut your sentence, as red was spreading on your face. In the end, he made his forehead touch yours, your lips were so close to his. You looked at him. He was still crying.

«I don't want to...»

You hugged him, as a few people were staring at you two in the shadows.

I want to dedicate this to @fly-like-a-phoenix and @darknessisafriend :)