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shy-lee-chu · 3 years ago

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I dreamed of getting teased by Tsukishima kei a little last night so I am going to write random ler! Headcanons for him bc why not.

(Don't question chu sanity!!)

Ler!Tsukishima x Reader Headcanons

Warning: mean ler! Tsukishima Kei x Reader headcanons below, read at your own risk. Might cause the symptoms of lee mood, fluster and a little bit of blushing. (Also may soften you a little at somewhere)

So as a ler, he really likes to tease verbally, I mean that's almost canon. For Tsukki, messing people is not just an act, it's a passion, it's a lifestyle! So expect a lot of mocking and smirking from this guy, he'll even laugh at his poor victim because he is enjoying himself so much causing the victim to giggle and squirm around helplessly by just a touch of his fingers.

"Oh my, it's incredible how you're so ticklish on those areas... You're really so easy to wreck... I'd be careful if I were you~" (the only reason that he is telling you this is that his plans for future is only tickle torturing you more when he wants to, if that boy discovers you're ticklish by any chance than Rest in great Peace buddies he will take advantage of that every single way possible)

"Hahaha~ you really think you can get away from me like that? As you're here laughing on the gym floor? I suggest you to think again. Because if I sit there on your thighs and pin your arms above like this than-" *actually pins as telling you so* "tadaah~ no more room to escape or wiggle now right? Ah wait... where were we again? Oh yeah... Tickle tickle~"

I also think he is quite the cold one usually, but when he feels like teasing someone he will instantly switch into mean mode which is actually not that serious about. Because even if Tsukki looks evil he isn't, he just kinda loves getting people playfully annoyed or flustered...

He will like, hold items above your head just to make you lift up your arms to reach it or jump for it and when you try to reach for that object he'll quickly jab at your underarms or tummy and not just let you get that so easily. One of the things he loves about himself is his height and how it lets him tease people like this. (Oh btw a lifehack, when he lifts up the object, guard the side where his free hand is, and poke where his ribs meet his armpits with the other hand and he will just gasp, let out a cute giggle and drop whatever is in his hand but he'd be very suprized, and when you get your thing back, start running because congrats, you actually started a tickle war)

If you're somehow in the same class as him, expect him to wiggle his fingers at you whenever you make eye contact with him during class. Than he'll go back to listening to the class as if nothing happened...

If you're sitting in front of him or within his reach, EVEN WORSE because this means when he gets "bored" he can start poking your sides and all over your back and behind and the sides of your neck or trace ticklish shapes to your back and spine with the back of his pen or with his finger OR if he wants a better reaction, he can reach to your side and give it a little squeeze if the teacher is too busy to notice the sounds in class or just they walked out of the class for a second. (Don't worry he is the meanest but he not dumb. He will never do something that will cause you two trouble)

And when you turn to him and protest with blushing cheeks, he'll actually start to chuckle (and if you're a Tsukki kin like me it would melt you for a second and get you dazed because HAVE YOU EVER 🦆ING HEARD HOW CUTE HIS LAUGHTER IS? HIS VOICE ACTOR (aka. Uchiyama Kouki) ALSO HAS THE PRETTIEST LAUGHTER) so your brain would stop working for a second but than you'd shake and go back at protesting and getting "mad" at him. He will only reply with a "What? Why are you looking at me like that? It's not my fault that you're so sensitive all over... It's not my fault that it tickles you is it?" And would push his glasses back like the SMARTBUTT HE IS.

But oh this is actually a soft one, when the classes are over and he is done teasing you for the day, he would actually feel a liiiiiittle bit bad about getting you like that, but of course won't tell anyone. So he will grab his things before you and would walk pass your seat and give you a quick headpat/hair ruffle without looking at your direction (because even him doing that is kind of flustering enough for him. He is not that confident in himself YET so he'll look away and give you like a quick headpat as he walks by) and he'll simply go "see you tomorrow" with his usual calm voice.

He'll also give you pokes as he walks by on the halls and even yamaguchi will join them. Like, Tsukishima will see you from far away (thanks to his height) and poke yams with his elbov and go "Let's go get Y/N" and Yams will nod and smirk adorably because he also loves being Tsukki's partner in crime when it comes to teasing you. So they walk by, and you suddenly feel two pokes on each sides, right side is poked by Tsukishima left is by yamaguchi and they probably will giggle at the cute and funny sounds you'll make, but they will start walking faster so that you wouldn't be able to catch them and just yell after them with a flustered voice. As they walk away you'd see them high five and giggle like dorks.

I think this tickle-bullying would start as him messing with you but would end up with you guys bonding. Like you'll actually get close to him and the rest of the volleyball team and even his family. (And his brother will LOVE you that's just canon). So suddenly he'll offer you to go get something to eat/drink after school before his practice, or he and yams will invite you over to watch their games. And also you'll be invited for their study sessions (oh and you'll meet kageyama and hinata there first but that's another whole fanfic tbh)

But oh, just because you grew close doesn't mean that Tsukishima is going to get any nicer with his torture on you, I mean come on he already can read you like a book, he knows that you love it when he tickles you. He can easily tell when you're uncomfortable so that he needs to stop. But since you're not usually bothered so much by tickling (you're only getting flustered by him to death) he will keep doing it whenever he needs to use that weakness of yours.

One day when you were invited over to his house, his brother just started to tell you about how Tsukishima was scared of ducks and gooses when he was little and how that one time, he got chased around by one of them and poor Tsukki was scared to death that he was screaming and running all over the place. Tsukishima would try to stop him from telling you every single hilarious detail that his brother remembered as if it happened yesterday but he'd of course fail to stop his excited brother from story telling. You'd end up laughing so much at the memory because Tsukishima was usually the cool and unbothered guy at school and nobody would ever believe something ever happened like that. The image of tiny Tsukki being chased by a wild goose got you howling with laughter along with his brother. You even got teary because of how much you laughed. When his brother -finally- finished his little story time and left the room (bc he needed to pick up a call) Tsukki's head was hidden in his hands because he is so embarrassed and annoyed at his brother that poor boy actually blushed like mad and just sat there the whole time... But when his brother left and he calmed down from it a little he raised his head up from his hands and glared at you "Do you think that was funny? I'll show you what's even hilarious pipsqueak!"

And with a squeal you'd cover your upperbody from getting attacked but he actually is quick with the ideas too so it wouldn't take him long before your ankles were grabbed and you're pushed on your back on the bed for him to trap your ankles in a headlock easily. Than he would start to scribble all over your feet as if his life depends on it. Getting you good for laughing at him (and hurting his dino pride) like that...

"Ohohoho... Quite ticklish here aren't we? I think I didn't try that spot before. I'd never leave it alone if I knew it would get you laughing your head off like this. Hahaha look at you~ I told you I was going to make you regret making fun of me didn't I?" And there... You'd be at the hands of the mean tickler again. He'd let you go when you're all worn out from laughing. And would get up, go to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water "You actually have more stamina than Hinata when it comes to tickling... Impressive. W-whatever, here... Drink this... Your punishment ends here pipsqueak... Oh, but if anyone ever hears about that little story this will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you alright?"

So you'll let out the few giggles that were left from the feeling of his nails scribbling around mercilessly. You'd pant and let your giggles die down than you'd look at him and share a smile, a genuine smile with him because what just happened was actually really fun. But when he catches your eyes and happy-looking face all he could do was to blush, push his glasses up and turn away from you to try to look angry again. 🤭🤭🤭

That's the end of it for now~ Hope you enjoyed it because I did as I wrote it 🥰🥰

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beels-burger-babe · 4 years ago

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Hi! I saw that requests are open, if it's not a problem could i request Satan reacting to MC coming to him with new books every time they hang out because they want him to read them out loud since they have a short attention span? Like, Satan would be reading said book while MC is drawing or doing something else.

I have adhd and reading books that are not digital is a nightmare for me, so him reading out loud would be pretty relaxing.

Btw it's up to you if you wanna do headcanons or a oneshot!

ABSOLUTELY!!! So this is actually my first request and I'm super excited because as someone who also has ADHD I can totally relate! I hope you like it!

Too Still, Too Quiet

GN!MC with ADHD Summary: Satan notices that MC seems to have a hard time hanging out with him; he's determined to get to the bottom of the issue and find a solution.

After living in the House of Lamentation for nearly a year, you've grown accustomed to the many quirks that came with living with the seven Lords of the Devildom. You had gotten close to the brothers, and as they picked up on your symptoms for your ADHD, they each found their own ways of being helpful. Lucifer had always known, as it was written on your file, and made a point of sending you subtle reminders throughout the day to keep you organized and on task. He brushed it off saying that it merely prevented him from having to go after you later on if you forgot or did something incorrectly. Mammon was no stranger to having a hard time prioritizing and staying focused and took pride in lending you some of the different tools he used to fidget with. After all, his human deserved the best, and you couldn’t get any better than using something that belonged to the great Mammon. Leviathan’s room provided a relaxing atmosphere with just enough stimulation to keep your brain satisfied enough to focus on your school work and tasks. The sounds of the aquarium provided a fantastic back ground noise, and Levi always took caution in wearing his headphones when he gamed if you were working in his room to not add to the distractions around you. Asmodeus had a good eye for when you were growing too frustrated by the regular chaos that tended to fill the House of Lamentation and would pull you aside to his room for some self-care to help calm you down. There was nothing like a head message and face mask from Asmo as he happily gossiped about the latest drama in The Fall to help ground you. Beelzebub, on the other hand, was great at noticing when you were starting to grow restless. In those moments, he’d not-so-subtly state that he was heading to the gym and it’d sure be nice if he had someone to join in before very obviously making eye contact with you. At first you had a hard time figuring out a good balance between a work out that satisfied Beel while also not killing you. But now the two of you easily worked with each other until you were both sweating, smiling, and happy. He also made sure to remind you to eat through out the day whenever you went to a round of hyper-fixation on something. Belphegore wasn’t particularly helpful when it came to your forgetful spells or disorganization as, being the Avatar of Sloth, he would normally encourage such behavior. Instead, he did what he did best, and helped put your wandering mind to ease whenever you were trying to sleep. The only person, and not for a lack of trying, that you just couldn’t seem to find a flow with was Satan.

He was too quiet and organized for you to be able to stand being around him for long periods of time. You had tried hanging out with him a couple of times, but after a few minutes of him silently reading or him explaining whichever text he was currently studying, you would grow restless and distracted. Which brought you to your current situation. Satan had invited you to come relax in his room with him, as the rest of his brothers were dealing with the aftermath of their most recent dilemma. It wasn’t so bad at first, some light conversation here, some banter there, but soon your mind started to wander off to the spines of the endless books around you as you pondered on what might be inside them. “MC?” Your attention snapped back onto Satan, who stood frowning at you. You blushed and scratched the back of your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry. I got a little distracted. What were you saying?” Satan sighed as his frown deepened. “I’ve noticed that tends to happen a lot with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that!” He quickly amended raising his hands in defense. “But it seems particularly bad when you’re with me. You get quite jittery and I don’t think you’ve ever stayed in my room longer than ten minutes,” for a second his eyes almost looked sad as he looked over at you, “Is it something I’m doing? Do I make you uncomfortable?” “No! Satan, no, it’s not you I promise!” You quickly reassured moving closer to him. “It’s just well I have a hard time staying still and focusing on things and when it gets too quiet it bothers me because then my brain is like hyper fixating on the smallest noises in the room, even though I’m supposed to be focusing on what you’re saying or my work, and it’s like, is that a page a turning or a something scratching at the door and then I start wondering about what kind of things could be in here and-” “MC.” Satan cut off, though he didn’t seem annoyed. In fact, his eyes now gleamed with a sense of understanding. “Do you happen to have ADHD?” “Yeah, I thought you all knew? Lucifer told all of you when I arrived right? That’s why everyone is so-” you moved your hand in a vague gesture that even you weren’t entirely sure what it was meant to symbolize. Satan huffed and shook his head. “Lucifer did no such thing. I imagine he would’ve told us if it came to be a big enough problem. But you know him. He takes pride in being the only one to know certain things. “ You frowned and tilted your head in confusion. “But then what about the others? They’ve all been helping me out for months now.” Satan placed a hand under his chin in thought, “They most likely took note of individual symptoms and decided to help. Belphegore, and possibly even Leviathan and Asmodeus may have put two and two together, but the rest probably think you’re just forgetful or that you’re restless,” he smiled reassuringly at you, “but that’s besides the point. Now that I know, I can help make you feel more at ease when you’re with me. What’s the main issue that you-” “It’s too quiet!” You quickly cut off, causing Satan to raise an eyebrow. “When we’re in here relaxing and you’re just reading and I’m supposed to be reading too, it’s too quiet. I try to focus on the book, but my mind keeps jumping around to other things. And I want to read all those books you’ve recommended to me, I really do, but I start feeling bored after a little while and next thing I know I jumping sentences without noticing and then I’ve gone an entire chapter with no recollection of what I’ve just read because I wasn’t really paying attention to the words at all I was just flipping pages without realizing it, so I have to go back and re-read the whole thing all over again!” You throw your hands in the air in frustration. “Is exhausting and makes me feel dumb, so I get up and do something else instead.” Satan nodded, taking in every word carefully. “Well first of all,” you yelped as he flicked your forehead. “Ouch! What was that for?!” The demon smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. “For calling yourself dumb. Just because you have more difficulty with literature than others, does not mean you’re dumb. You simply require a different reading strategy than what most consider “usual”, and I believe I have a solution that would suit both of us,” you perked up at his words. “I recommended those books to you because I greatly enjoyed them myself. How about, when you’re here, you can choose a book you want to read, and I will read it out loud for you? That should help, yes?” A light airy warmth filled your chest at just how accommodating Satan was willing to be. “But what about the books that you were reading?” The demon shrugged, “I can always read them in my spare time.” He moved closer to take your hands into his, silently demanding your full attention. “I want to spend more time with you and get to know you better. I want you to be comfortable and be able to be yourself when you’re around me without feeling stressed. This is honestly the least I could do for you, MC.” Blushed rushed to your cheeks as you felt your heart flutter in your chest. You awkwardly cleared your throat and took your hands back, rubbing them on your legs as you noted how clammy they were. “I think I-I would like that a lot” The grin on Satan’s face widened as he took one of your hands and lead you deeper into the bookshelves of his room. “Splendid! Then why don’t we get try right away? Take you pick, MC, I will be your narrator for the evening and for as long as you wish.” ***** I hope this was something along the lines of what you were looking for! It is a little short, but I hope you like it. Thank you so much for the request, I loved it! Requests are OPEN and I would definitely love to complete some more if anyone has any ideas or prompts that they’d like me to complete. Just send in an ask and, if I feel comfortable with it, I’ll do my best to make a fic for it!

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spacelizards2 · 3 years ago

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Ok this is an appreciation post for Raine because I am obsessed.

I don’t think I need to explain to you why representation is essential, but I think out of the whole LGBTQ+ community non-binary people are criminally underepresented, personally I’ve never seen a non-binary person in a show that wasn’t explicitly an inclusive show and even in those shows there’s not all that much representation... obviously The Owl House qualifies as an explicitly inclusive show, but I’m still very grateful (and still the fact that they are this inclusive whilst being produced by Disney is pretty impressive if you ask me).

Furthermore, talking about Raine personally... THEY ARE NOT YOUNG. I think being non-binary can be tricky (at least it was for me) because you can feel like you don’t quite belong in the gender you were assigned at birth, but still know that you don’t belong “on the other side”, so you end up just “accepting” the gender that was given to you despite not feeling like you really belong in there, and this happens mostly when you live in a conservative enviroment and you are never really presented with it as a possibility (I’m talking from experience here btw, obviously there is no one way to being non-binary). And I think this is the main reason why we don’t have much real life representation of adult non-binary people... BUT THIS DOESN’T MEAN THEY DON’T EXIST.

But moving on... THEY ARE SO CUTE.

I dare you-- I double dare you to look at me gay in the eyes and tell me that you are not in love with this cute face. And don’t lie to me.

AAAND they allowed us to see a part of Eda that we never saw... and it’s fucking lovely. I hate that she is such a private person (actually I love it because I am a slut for characters who have a hard time sharing their feelings but that’s not the point) and everytime we got to see something about her past it was because she phisically couldn’t hide it anymore (we never knew she had a sister until she met Lilith, we never knew she had a mother until we met Gwen and on top of everything she would never have told Luz and King about the curse hadn’t they found out on their own) and this is another one of those cases, exept this time it’s not a traumatic experience that scarred her for life, but it’s about her past with this adorable human being WHO ALLOWED US TO SEE EDA BLUSHING.

look at her

LOOK AT HER

ARE YOU IN LOVE YET?

ARE YOU?!?!?!

But this was supposed to be about Raine.

They have stage fright which is adorable AND relatable, I love their hair, I love their earring, I love that they play the violin, I love that despite being so easily embarrassed they are such a powerful witch.

And they have such a cute face..

Also this scene...

Bottom line is... I recieved my little bag of happy chemicals for today, I apologize for the uncanny amount of simping and I thank you for reading <3

#eda the owl lady #the owl house #toh #eda x raine #edas requiem #eda #raine #non binary #toh raine #toh s2e7 #lumity #raine whispers #nonbinary

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txdoroki · 4 years ago

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Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago.

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always.

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank.

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy.

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

“ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?”

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell.

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it.

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable.

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-”

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read,

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement.

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.

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acid-ixx · 4 years ago

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I have a lot- but-

The fool, strength, the hanged man, magician, the hierophant, temperance, the moon, the empress, the devil

For yandere Germany?

And maybe Prussia is you are able too?

Thank you.

YANDERE GERMANY + PRUSSIA ;; separate, of course. i've been in a long delay <3 sorry about that! /g. had classes so yeahh. btw, the s/o's gender is female as a general thing, but if anyone wants specific, please tell! btw, though i removed the devil as my mind is empty.

TW: subtle hints of 18+ stuff. usual yandere stuff.

Unedited ;; Female Reader

YANDERE GERMANY

The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self aware on any level?

He is very much self-aware, and dare I say, regrets abducting you. Though, he thought this'd be the best of actions so he could protect you. Quite lucid with his actions and knows the thin line between what is good and what is not. Because of this, he treads carefully to not hurt you too much intentionally. The man loves you, but he knows you won't easily put up with him if he were to push you on edge.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

His display of affection tends to be quite awkward when he first has you. Due to his sensible behavior, he would tend to give you space so as to not overwhelm you. Safety and comfort is something he values for you; for you to feel safe and comfortable within his grasp is a goal, no matter how much he tends to be flustered when asking you things, with added coughs here and there and a blush on his face, like how this time is a time to eat, or you're scheduled to wake up like that.

The Hanged Man - Is controlling their darling important? Or do they want their darling to love them willingly?

Whilst control may sound nice, especially if he were to bed you and that may be the only moment he would be completely in control- he also wants you to mutually love him, although opportunities to gain your trust are entirely slim. Additionally, he would still try to win you over by showing just how reliable he is to be your spouse. Germany would feed you food you love, give you things he feels-no, knows, you'll appreciate, and this is all thanks to taking notes of you whilst stalking you behind your shadows.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

He threads meticulously with his ability to analyze your every movement. He's smart, of course, so he'll use his knowledge to an advantage. Though, he would not openly brag about it so as to not raise suspicion towards you, but would drop subtle hints about it, and it's up to you to find out. However, one would most likely know he is serious with what he does and has no time for dilly-dallying whatsoever, so you could immediately pick up with what he does.

The Hierophant - Could this darling’s yandere fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them?

Germany is no fool, and by far is one of the most clever there is, especially with his skill to easily track you with what you do. He, however, could be vulnerable to you. But that does not stop the fact he would let you escape- if you did, however, he would simply sigh as if he had witnessed it most of the time. Would he manipulate you, though? Most likely, not. He'd rather warn you of what would happen if you did escape (this time he'll lie about his punishments and how severe it would be).

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling?

You could be anyone, really, and he'd fall. But the most possible fact is that you might as well be one of those who do not increase his stress and actually help him reduce it and make him relax. By that, he would be stalking you because you seem so fascinating to him just by a mere action. The more you'd spend time with him (as he is the type to slowly fall), so would his tolerance for anyone distracting you- which would lead to him completely head in heels over love.

The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care?

He would try to ignore and be used to your witty comebacks, but that does not entirely mean he wouldn't feel an ache in his heart. The more you are unwilling, the more he would show signs of unease by you. By time, he would feel like everything you say won't affect him, but a simple "I love you" would make him suddenly sensitive to what you say because he feels as if his hard work has finally paid off with every blood-draining effort he has put in.

The Empress - Would this yandere want to have children with their darling in the future?

It's your choice, your body. But if you were willing, then he would muster up the courage to ask you for consent to have a child, or maybe children. The thought is not something he would always have in his mind, though, but sometimes he would be reminded of it, and how you'll look lovely with him and a child by your arms, then it would build up and he really wants a child with you.

YANDERE PRUSSIA

The Fool - How deluded is this yandere when it comes to their darling? Are they self aware on any level?

He's a little on the middle spectrum. He loves you so much that he's blinded by how much he smothers you with his love. He often dismisses his behaviors because he genuinely believes they are a sign of love. At times, he knows what he does is wrong and sometimes contemplates it, but completely forgets about it then goes back to stifling you with his hugs whilst gushing about how adorable you are, how you're all his.

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling?

Unlike Germany, he is passionate about his love and openly admits it. His 'awesomeness' after all deserves to be shared with his equally 'awesome' lover. He'll go too far with impressing you with his physical appearance and even bragging about how by the end of the day you'll succumb to him and he'd be responsible for taking care of you. It might not seem as if he's responsible at all, but he tends to be a clean freak like his brother, too. That means he'll be liable enough for you.

The Hanged Man - Is controlling their darling important? Or do they want their darling to love them willingly?

Like his brother, control is nice, but he wants to let you love him willingly. However, his way of portraying love to him is different, and he would not give you any personal space at all. He's as 'stalkerish' as his brother, but he is inclined to show it off, to brag about how he knows every possible thing about you, and that is why you would love him back! Prussia looks so prideful with his way of making you love him, and either you would or not, he would not notice.

The Magician - How would this yandere use their abilities/status on their darling?

He would boast about it, but be careful. Just as he seems harmless- does not mean he poses no harm. He used to be the strongest, after all, he knows more than a thing or two about what you'll do in a situation. As delusional as he may be, he would not be blinded to certain plans on you, and whilst he boasts, he does not entirely tell about himself and hides some agenda behind him. It is up to you to escape, but he would always have you back in his arms, ready to, well, rail you (if you give consent).

The Hierophant - Could this darling’s yandere fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them?

Like said above; he is not easily fooled like his brother. Though, he likes to give you the benefit of doubt. The door is so near, an escape, and it's unlocked, of course. But he did that on purpose, he wants to see you escape as it seems fun to play with you sometimes. In the end, he would be laughing, not entirely to mock you and aim insults, but because of how he loves your reactions, your efforts- that's what he loves. But even as he is smart, too, he would never manipulate you.

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling?

Everything about you. But what caught him the most is how you're able to tolerate him. Once you show gestures of, well, being passive about his... manners, then he'd be relishing in your attention. It's a breathe of fresh air seeing someone able to bear him. After all, he's seen as someone so invasive, not knowing the sheer loneliness that resides by him grows every day 'til you appear in his life.

The Moon - Is this yandere sensitive to what their darling says or does? If not, why don’t they care?

Pretends to be when you would be snarky, but he secretly hates it (not you) when you scream insults at him. He's had enough with cruel treatment towards him, but he'll be entirely broken like a record player once you never show an ounce of mercy for him. But if it's the other way around where you love him? He loves it, loves you, and decides to maybe give you a bit of freedom once you're genuine in your words.

The Empress - Would this yandere want to have children with their darling in the future?

He'll love the idea, and would constantly blabber about it once exposure to the idea has happened to him. You'll look so sexy to him, and he'll be a role model, an idol, to your children. Would even try to convince you to have children with him. His Liebling is already sexy as hell to his eyes, but you'll be better once you have a child with him. Though, if you are really hesitant, then he would not force you and would respect your choice.

#yandere hetalia #yandere germany #yandere prussia #yandere aph #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #tw ;; yanderes #yandere ;; tarot cards

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genshin-hours · 3 years ago

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Hello dear! May I please have a Hunter and Survivor match-up please? Also if you'd like i'd be more than happy to match you with a hunter and survivor as well! Anyways, I love your blog and your writing! I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. Sometimes in the middle of the night you can find me just staring at a wall or something because I can't go to sleep.....I have trouble sleeping.....

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

hello! tysm for requesting, love! and you can of course :) ty for the offer btw, that would be lovely! also I hope you have a wonderful day/night as well <3 hopefully you enjoy all these hcs, dear ♡

I ship you with....

joseph desaulnier

so, I think joseph would really like you :>

joseph is one of the shorter hunters, so you being very small makes him lowkey excited

he loves letting you rest in his lap. he marvels at how small you are and how cute you look!!!

joseph gets the whole resting bitch face thing. he is told quite often that he has a bad case of rbf lmao

he also thinks your hair is really pretty, and if you're alright with it, he will offer to help brush/comb it for you or even style it. he is surprisingly good with hair. his hair isn't just fluffy and silky on its own, you know.

also joseph is pretty good at keeping you from doing like absolutely crazy stuff. he will make sure you don't get hurt, but the second he think you might he's gonna be yelling at you in french to stop or running to try and protect you from falling

and if you do get hurt, he is the first to provide you first aid. the whole time he is blushing and cursing under his breath. he is surprised by how bold and reckless you can be.

he loves your spirit and enthusiasm, but for the love of god, please be more careful

also, joseph loves your dry humor. he laughs at all your jokes. even if you're in matches and he is supposed to be serious

joseph also has a pretty "idgaf" attitude, so you guys will get along well. he is willing to fight for something he believes in too.

joseph isn't the best with emotions either, but this gives you both an opportunity to work together at it.

you both agree to come together and share what you're comfortable with to try and figure things out. tbh he is more likely to provide you with advice rather than consolation.

he thinks your accent is really cute, and teases you for it sometimes. but he actually thinks it's adorable.

also he will help you fall asleep by stroking your hair, reading to you, laying by you, etc. he is very comforting surprisingly

joseph is also probably scared of spiders but he will toughen up to get rid of them if you need him to.

(if the spider is scary enough though, you'll be hearing swearing in french and seeing another hunter coming to deal with it lmao)

I also ship you with luca balsa!

luca and you would be cute together!

he thinks your height is adorable, and he likes how small you are when you stand together

you're not too much shorter than him (only 3 inches or so) but it's really cute to him that he can lift you up and stuff or you can sit in front of him and he can lean on you.

he likes to be alone usually when working, though he wouldn't mind if you were to lay on his bed or sit on his lap while he works, but he needs you to stay safe so you're wearing a heavy coat and safety gear lmao

he thinks your style and rbf are adorable. you're not intimidating to him, so he thinks it's funny

luca also enjoys your humor, and he finds it relatable. he always laughs at your jokes, even if you make them at bad times

luca has similar habits to you though, which makes it easy for him to spot them in you and stop you quickly before things get bad

he himself is pretty reckless at times, but, he will admit, he is a hypocrite and panics when you do something dangerous, but turns around and works with dangerous equipment

you're both not the best with emotions, but he does his best to help you. he might not be the best at consoling you, but he will do what he can to make you feel better in his own way

he might tinker with stuff to improve it for you, or try to give you helpful advice

luca would think horror movies are super neat, but he analyzes them fast, and knows all the twists and turns. he still jumps though

he likes your accent and thinks it's pretty cool! he doesn't hear many southern accents, so he finds yours very neat and soothing to listen to

luca will take the time to help you fall asleep if you can't. he has some trouble falling asleep too, so don't be surprised if he accidentally passes out on top of you once you're asleep.

he isn't a fan of lightning and thunder, but some gentle rain and pretty clouds are lovely in his opinion :)

luca is also an entp, so you two would have plenty of lively debates lmao

#identity v #idv #identity v headcanons #identity v imagines #idv headcanons #idv imagines #identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv matchups #idv photographer #idv joseph #joseph desaulnier #idv luca balsa #idv luca #idv prisoner #luca balsa

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lyranova · 4 years ago

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 12: Miku

Hi guys! So this is the ‘self indulgent’ one i’ve mentioned quite a bit haha 😅! It has my OC in it and also mentions @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @simpingforthisonedeer ‘s OC’s as well! Also this isn’t canon for ‘Fractured’ haha 😅. Anyway I hope you all enjoy 🥰!

Edit: Here’s chapter 12 of COTF, i wasn’t originally going to add this to the series but I changed my mind because there’s a certain key plot point I needed the character for so ta-da! Anyway I hope you all enjoy~! Btw you don’t have to read “Fractured” to understand since this still isn’t canon to that series!

Taglist: @succulentsunrise @eme-eleff @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @simpingforthisonedeer @bowandcurtsey @jovialnoise @crazyclownthanos @melissa-novachrono

Word Count: 2,341

Warnings: None

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Neva yawned a bit as she stretched, she and Yuno were currently patrolling the Capital as Captian Vangeance ordered them too. He said there were some strange happenings going on concerning children and the Wizard King ordered all Magic Knights that were stationed at the Capital to be on the lookout for any children who appeared to be lost or confused. But she had to admit, she was bored. She was glad for a small break the first couple of days, but it was nearly a week now! Yuno appeared to be content, but she could tell, he was slightly restless as well.

“ Tired?” He asked after she had finished yawning, Neva shook her head and sighed a bit.

“ No, just bored with all of this patrolling.” She admitted with a shrug. “ I mean, no one knows where these kids are coming from and how they can even remotely be from the future, for all we know they could be spies or something.” She muttered. Yuno frowned in thought.

“ I don’t think so, from what the Captain told us they all seem to truly be their children. Remember the Wizard Kings assistant Marx can see their memories so I’m sure they went through them to verify their identities.” Yuno explained, Neva nodded thoughtfully.

“ True. But if someone was determined enough, couldn’t they have implanted these children with false memories?” Neva suggested, her distrust of others showing slightly. She had been trying recently to trust the people in her squad more, and even a few people outside her squad. But with all these children suddenly showing up it was suspicious, she knew there had to be a reason why, but it was that exact thing that made her nervous about this whole thing.

“ It’s not entirely out of the realm of possibility, but someone would have to be really determined and have something big in mind if they were to go to those lengths. It also doesn’t explain their resemblance.” Yuno pointed out, he had a good point, from what she had heard from Solara, Leonidas, Solara and Fuegoleons son that had come from the future as well, looked like a mixture of her and Fuegoleon. Which also helped their case of being from the future.

“ Ugh this is just so strange and confusing.” Neva said in an aggravated tone, Yuno laughed softly.

“ It is. But it can’t be helped.” He shrugged before he suddenly stopped walking. “ Hey Neva, look over there, doesn’t that kid seem lost?” He pointed to a small girl amongst a large crowd, she looked completely out of place.

The girl was wearing a dark black and purple dress that completely clashed with the warm earthy tones of the people that surrounded her. Her pale skin and dark hair also made her stick out like a sore thumb, plus her confused and slightly scared face seemed to prove what both Yuno and Neva were thinking.

She was another child from the future.

Yuno and Neva both made their way through the crowd slowly, they didn’t want to frighten the girl more than what she already was. She hadn’t seemed to notice their presence yet, Neva had a feeling all of this was probably overwhelming the poor girl. When they came closer she noticed the girl couldn’t be more than 12 at the oldest. Suddenly the girl turned and stared straight at them, her face paled even more.

“ Crap.” Neva muttered just as the girl started running. “ Hey wait!” She yelled before taking off after the girl, Yuno quickly used his wind magic and lifted himself up into the air.

“ I’ll try and cut her off!” He shouted and Neva nodded, she would try and chase the girl into a corner if she could get through this crowd!

The girl was small and fast, she was able to worm her way through the sea of people with ease, Neva had a much harder time. She was trying to push and shove her way through, not caring if she made a noble or two mad, she had to get to the child before she lost them! The girl quickly made it out the other side and took off running faster than ever.

Neva growled when she finally made her way out of the crowd and quickly gave chase, sure the girl was fast, but Neva was faster. She had caught up to the girl before she watched her turn a corner into an alleyway, when Neva rounded the corner she smirked; it was a dead end.

“ Hey, what’d you run for?” Neva huffed slightly out of breath, she felt a gust of wind next to her and watched Yuno land softly beside her. “ Why didn’t you cut her off when she came out of the crowd?!”

“ You said you were bored, so I gave you something to do.” He smirked slightly, and she frowned. Seriously? He was messing with her now?! Of all times! Usually he took these things very seriously, but when she thought about it, he was watching them the entire time so if the girl did seem to be trying to get away he could’ve easily swooped in and caught her.

“ You’re unbelievable.” Neva muttered, mimicking Yuno’s monotone voice. He chuckled a bit before turning to look at the young girl, she was so frightened, his face slowly softened as he walked up to the girl.

“ It’s ok, we’re not going to hurt you.” He spoke softly so as to not spook her.

“ Get away!” The girl shouted, a huge gust of wind shot out of her hand and was headed straight for Yuno, but luckily Neva was fast and had conjured up a Diamond Wall to block the attack. The girl looked surprised for a moment.

“ Calm down, just breathe, all we want to do is talk ok?” Neva said as her diamond wall disappeared, the girl frowned in distrust before suddenly clasping something tightly in her hand, from what she could see it appeared to be a pendant hanging off a chain around her neck.

“ Please go away!” The girl shouted again, Yuno stepped forward and crouched down to the girls level.

“ I’m sorry, but we can’t do that. Are you lost?” He asked softly, his features softening even more. Neva felt her heart skip a beat, this was one of the rare times she had seen him actually show this side of himself, all the previous times had been when he interacted with children as well, or with Asta. It was a kinder more gentle side, and it always made Neva blush and her heart skip a beat.

“ Y-Yeah.” the girl admitted softly after a moment, a small blush creeping onto her cheeks from embarrassment. Neva crouched down as well.

“ It’s ok, a lot of people get lost sometimes. I know I certainly have,” she laughed a bit. “ where are your parents? Do you remember when you last saw them?” Neva asked trying to figure out if she was just a lost child or if she was one of the children they were supposed to be looking out for.

The girl’s eyes suddenly widened and she looked between Yuno and Neva, a look of sudden recognition flashing across her face, which confused the two Golden Dawn members greatly. She held the pendant in her hands tightly.

“ I...I don’t remember.” She muttered softly, Neva tilted her head, the girl was a pretty good liar considering her age, but not as good as Neva. The girl remembered the last time she saw her parents, she just didn’t want to say.

“ Ok, we’ll help you find your parents. But first,” Yuno said suddenly, he could tell she was lying too, but he wasn’t going to comment on it for now. “ You need to come with us, there’s some questions that you’ll need to answer.” Yuno added before holding out his hand towards her. The girl frowned at it.

“ It’s ok, you can trust us.” Neva assured her kindly, the girl bit her bottom lip in thought for a moment before gently taking Yuno’s hand. He conjured up a small vessel of wind to carry himself and the girl before turning and holding out a hand towards Neva. “ Heh No thanks I think I’ll walk.” Neva added with a nervous laugh.

“ Neva, it’ll be faster this way. Just take my hand.” Yuno insisted seriously, he knew she hated flying, especially when he was using a wind vessel. Mostly because she didn’t have anything underneath her to keep her from falling, she had to put all her trust in him for the duration of the flight. Neva sighed before begrudgingly taking his hand, he lifted the three into the air and took them straight towards the Wizard King.

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Julius looked up as Marx walked in suddenly, he had three people behind him and Julius quickly stood.

“ Sir, two Golden Dawn members may have spotted another child from the future.” Marx announced.

“ He does know we’re standing right here doesn’t he?” Neva muttered to Yuno who shrugged in response, the girl stood between them quietly.

“ Really? That's good to hear. Thank you Marx,” Julius said with a warm smile on his face. He rounded the desk and came to stand in front of the three newcomers. “ May I ask you two to leave for a moment? We just want to verify her memories and see if she is one of the children.” Julius asked kindly, both Yuno and Neva saluted and nodded shortly.

“ Yes sir.” They said in unison before turning and walking out of the office, the girl watched them walk out.

“ We’ll be right outside ok?” Neva told her before closing the door behind her. She and Yuno leaned on the wall next to the door and waited.

“ Who’s child do you think she is?” Neva asked suddenly after a couple of minutes of silence, Yuno tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment.

“ Hm, maybe she’s Aika’s and the Wizard Kings daughter? She looks a lot like them.” Yuno pointed out, Neva nodded in slight agreement. The dark hair, the purple eyes, she did resemble the two quite a bit.

“ It’s possible. But highly unlikely.” Neva said, causing Yuno to frown a bit before fully turning towards her. “ When she attacked us, she used wind magic and if I remember correctly neither one has wind magic as their affinity.” Neva pointed out.

“ True, unless one of them has a wind mage in their family, like a parent or grandparent or even great-grandparent with that affinity.” Yuno argued, Neva placed a hand under her chin and bit her bottom lip in thought.

Yuno’s eyes widened as he watched her, that look, the mannerism, they were almost identical to the young girls! Except she had darker hair than Neva, and had a different affinity. Wait..dark hair...wind magic...? Yuno suddenly paled considerably at the realization. ‘Oh gods...she’s-.’ He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the Wizard King call them back in. He opened the door, letting Neva walk in first, before closing it behind himself as he followed her.

“ Welcome back. Now we were able to verify her memories and she is, in fact, from the future.” Julius confirmed with a nod. “ Now, I’m going to let her explain the rest, it’ll be easier that way.” He admitted with a soft laugh. The girl’s pale cheeks suddenly turned pink and she looked away. Yuno swallowed the lump in his throat, he was anxious to learn if his theory was correct.

“ My name’s Miku Grinberryall, I…” the girl paused for a moment before her small hands slipped from the pendant she had been holding and rested at her sides. “ I’m the daughter of Yuno and Neva Grinberryall.” She announced before looking the two in the eye. Both Golden Dawn members let out a small gasp when the pendant was revealed; it was Yuno’s talisman, the same one he was currently wearing at the moment,

Yuno turned and watched as Neva paled considerably, he had thought she would have figured it out sooner than she had, but she could have easily been like him and in denial about it. But now that it was confirmed that the girl, Miku, was in fact their daughter it seemed to hit her like a ton of bricks.

Neva’s mind had gone blank at the news, how was she supposed to react? Was she supposed to be excited that she would possibly have a kid with the person she was currently crushing on? Or was she supposed to be angry that she had let her guard down that much? She was feeling so many different things that she couldn’t think clearly, she would need time to process this, and from what she could tell so would Yuno.

“ I’ll be alerting William about all of this and I’ll tell him to come here so I can explain it to him personally.” Julius told them, they nodded automatically neither one really hearing what he had said. Miku walked over and sat down in a chair, her head down and hands clasped in her lap, she appeared to actually be a shy and timid girl. It reminded the two of each other in a small way. Yuno watched the girl kick her feet slightly as she was sitting down, Neva would do the same thing sometimes, and Neva noticed how she played with the talisman in her hands as she was currently lost in thought, Yuno would do the same sometimes. When she looked over at Yuno her eyes widened; he was already staring at her as well. Neva gave him a small smile, which he returned, both thinking the same thing but neither one saying it out loud.

There were far worse people they could have had a child with.

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Ah I’m sorry if this isn’t very good, but I hope you all enjoyed! Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#black clover fanfiction #oc neva #oc; miku #black clover oc #oc x cc

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Cold Nights — Taehyung

Pairing: Taehyung x reader (nicknamed Lace)

Wordcount: 4.7k words

Genre: (mild) smut, fluff, romance

Rating: suggested 18+

Hi babes! I’m back with the Cold Nights drabbles, and after what happened in Girls’ Night, I think Taehyung’s was the story I wanted to explore the most, since the chemistry between him and Lace felt so natural and the conclusion naturally called for me to pick up the story from there. Although reading Girls’ Night is not necessary (even though I had lots of fun writing it and I selfishly took the liberty to write that before continuing with next prompt), I would highly recommend to read at least the second part, just to get the vibe of these two (you can find it here, btw.).

While Girls’ Night was written with the girls as OCs, in this case we have a classic readerxTaehyung fic.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: this is not explicitly smutty, though there are a few steamy passages (making out, teasing) and heavy flirting (mentions of masturbation). Also, Lace is a domme, as said in Girls’ Night, and the topic is discussed in this drabble too. Reader has pretty much a lot of experience in BDSM (mentions of lessons and club), and has had only one relationship, with a girl. Sexual orientation is discussed. Also, Taehyung shifts from cool kid to cute kid a lot. There’s a sprinkle of sexy driver Taehyung but also soft cuddlebug fluffy Taehyung. You can’t have one without the other, yk.

Wordcount is around 4,7k (I know, a bit long for a drabble BUT I GOT CARRIED AWAY).

Also, here is my masterlist

Enjoy!!!✨

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Watching Taehyung drive was something incredible. He looked like a demigod from Hollywood movies from the Sixties. He was so careless, so undoubtedly timeless, so iconic and unbothered. You wanted a picture.

And his driving was excellent. He was attentive, with a soft driving style, cruising down the half empty streets like a ghost, floating, decelerating with care before coming to a stop. He seemed to stop at yellow traffic lights a lot. He took the pauses to observe you, the way light seemed to shimmer on the silver details of your leather jacket. Rummaging in your handbag, you found your lipstick and mirror, deciding to reapply the cherry tint just because you could.

He stared, mesmerised.

You were so charming.

A diva.

A muse.

He was surprised at how such a small gesture unsettled him so much, making his insides flutter with nerves and arousal. He wondered how many of your ordinary actions could turn him on. He was eager to find out. Write a list. Submit it to your scrutiny. Show you how incredibly sexy you were in his eyes even when simply checking your nails or furrowing your brow in disapproval.

“Do you wanna stay in the car or do you want to take a walk?” He asked as he took a turn.

“Oh, I don’t mind. Your choice.” You said tentatively.

“I think it would sound extremely bad if I told you I know a spot.” He chuckled and you followed.

Looking down, you bit your lip. “I think it would sound extremely bad if I told you I’d like to see your spot.” You looked at him as both your faces tinged with a shy blush and two matching mischievous grins.

“Then we’re heading out, darling.” He said, focusing again on the road.

Apparently his spot was somewhere a bit out of the city, a ten minutes drive away. The winding street led you to a small clearing with a parking lot. You had never visited there, but you noticed an octagonal pavilion. Bukak Skyway, a sign read.

“The sky is a bit clearer here,” He said. “I swear I’m not going to kill you.” He laughed. “Namjoon likes to bike all the way here. It’s a famous spot among cyclists. I have a throw in the backseat. Do you wanna go out, sit on the bonnet?” He asked, trying to break the tension.

You thought about it. Staying in the car meant less chances of being seen. And staying warm. But going out meant Taehyung being way less dangerous; the public situation keeping both of you from doing potentially inappropriate things. “Will people see?”

“Does it bother you, being seen with me?” He asked, frowning, his expression dead serious.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble or people seeing you with a girl, starting rumors.” You shrugged and furrowed your brow.

“There’s maybe six or seven people. It’s dark. I’ll be covered. No one will see, sweetie.” Taehyung reassured you. “But we can stay in the car, if you prefer.”

“Let’s go out.” You said, smiling.

“Great choice.” He pulled out his phone and exited the car, grabbing the blanket he kept in the backseat.

You also exited the car, shivering and hugging yourself at the cold bite of the night air. “Wait.” He called, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. “We can stay in the car if you prefer.”

“Let’s watch the city lights.” You replied, a bit uncomfortable since you felt your hands reaching out for him, but changing your mind at the last minute.

“Let’s do that.” He walked to the front of his car, propping his hip against the hood. As you walked closer, he held out his hands. “May I help you?” He asked, gesturing at your waist.

You blushed and nodded. “I’m sorry, I’m a bit heavy.”

Still he placed his hands on your waist, over the blanket. “Irrelevant. You’re a lady. Let me treat you like one.” He replied, unfazed before helping you jump and sit on his car. It was low enough that a small jump was all you needed. You fixed the blanket around you before he pushed himself up and sat beside you. The front of the car was right before a short wall, delimiting the parking lot from the street winding a few metres down. The quite steep hill allowed a clear view of the skyline, stretching out in front of you without any obstacle to your sight, Seoul and its towers glimmering in a humanly mirror of the night sky above. “How has it been?” He asked.

“Good. I’ve received a commission for a wedding so I’ve been busy.” You explained. “Plus spring-summer collection has arrived at the store. We’re studying arrangements.”

“Great.” He replied. “I’ve been working a lot too.”

“The girls mentioned your schedules.” You threw in.

“Yes.” He said simply, scrolling on his phone until a soft acoustic song came on. He placed his phone down. He had a playlist for moments like this. He didn’t have one for moments like this with you, but he aspired to build one together. He simply let his favourites play.

“You’ll be leaving for Japan tomorrow.” You said, half a question.

“Yes.” He replied again, looking at the lights of the city below. “The flight is at ten am. We’re leaving the city at eight.”

“And then the tour.” You commented.

He half saw it coming. “Yes.”

You looked at the sky. It felt like an old blanket thrown over your head, so old that bugs had eaten small holes through which light came in. It felt cosy. Domestic. Confidential.

“Is that why you have been running from me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, placing his palms together and shoving them between his knees to warm his hands.

The blanket was big enough. You scooted closer to him and tucked him in too.

He looked at you, at your small gesture of affection, your eyes meeting. You simply smiled as your arm pressed against his, shoulder to elbow. “I’ll be very honest, Taehyung.”

One more thing about you that turned him on: the way your lips curled around the second syllable of his name.

“I like you.” He said, direct and shameless, spelling the words with such certainty and determination that your heart lost a beat. Seeing it written on screen was nothing similar to hearing him actually say it.

“I like you too.” You replied.

He smiled and looked down, acting like a coy schoolboy.

“However, I think there is stuff you need to know.” You took a small pause to gather and organise your thoughts. “This tour thing scares me. I want to build something strong, something long term. I can’t do flings, Taehyung.”

“It’s okay. We can get to know each other and see if it works.” He replied, already trying to convince you to give him just one chance.

“We don’t have the luxury of time, though. You’ll be gone for how long? Two months?”

“Seven weeks.” He replied composedly and efficiently.

“And we have what? Four weeks between Japan and the Asian tour?”

“I’ll be in Korea until mid-May, then we actually start travelling.” He said, like a scolded puppy.

“That’s five weeks. And I doubt you’ll have time when you’re working for the concerts.” You objected. “You see how awful the timing is?”

“We can take it slow, see each other and hang out. No need for fancy, big things. We can do this.” He said, gesturing at your current location and activity. “No dating, no stuff. Simply getting to know each other.”

You bit your lip, frowning. “I’ll grow fond of you.” You said.

“Isn’t that the final goal?” He asked cheekily.

Your voice shook a little. “I don’t want to get used to you and see you leave.”

His eyes were wide and sweet when he met your gaze. “Well, I can promise you I’ll text, and call, and I know it’s not like being there, but we can use the distance to see how we handle stuff when we’re apart.”

“Isn’t it too early to be apart, a few weeks into a… an acquaintance?” You said, searching for the word.

“We’ll see if we miss each other like friends or more.” He said, trying to make everything sound sane and reasonable.

You looked at the city. How many people were out there, alone? How many girls were dreaming of being right here, right now, with him? “You’re dangerous for me, Taehyung.” You said, already feeling how easily he could manipulate you. “I would let you do wrong things to me. Because I like you that much.” You murmured.

“I promise I would never do anything to hurt you.” He said, turning to fully look at you. “I’ll make sure we don’t cross the line.” He said, and in that moment all the passion and the excitement and the arousal suffocated, tamed in his chest and stomach. It felt like turning an inferno into a candlelight. He would keep hormones at bay to grant himself a chance. He knew how fast the tour could go by. “We’ll go out. On walks. We could do this again, or we could go out early, watch the sunrise from Bukhansan. Whatever. I just wanna spend time with you. Give you a chance to know me.” He nuzzled into the blanket, but he was secretly looking for your perfume, trying to take in all the small details that made you you.

You let the conversation slip before trying to direct it on the topic that was worrying you the most. Gathering your courage, you spoke. “You aren’t curious about my bag, in the apartment?” You asked.

“If you were comfortable with it, you would tell. No need to ask you about it.” He shrugged. “I have nothing against it. I think everyone has their reasons. And there’s nothing strange or shameful about it. You like it? Good for you.” He smiled, not a pinch of malice in his voice or expression.

“I took lessons of several techniques of domming in a BDSM club here in Seoul.”

“So you’re a dominatrix?” Taehyung asked, his expression warm, as if he were asking about your hobby or the weather.

“Yes, but I’m not active anymore. If I wanted, I could be one.” You tried to explain yourself,

“What do you mean?”

“It means I have the technical and practical preparation but I haven’t participated in a scene in a while.”

“How long.” He asked, still chatting about it neutrally.

“About… four months.” You counted them. “Yeah.”

“How did you decide to take lessons?”

You laughed at the memory. “A woman recommended I tried after my yoga classes were disappointing. I started learning and I found out I liked that. Back then I was in a very vulnerable moment. I wanted to enter university and study business, so that I could build a firm out of the atelier, you know. Unfortunately, I didn’t pass. I grew desperate, started eating a lot out of stress and gained a lot of weight. Not only I felt like I was losing my dream but also my reality. I was literally one of those skeletrical models before, and then with all the weight I gained…” You gestured at your body.

“But it helped you, the course I mean.” Taehyung ignored your reference to your body.

“Yes. After a year I was even more confident than when I was skinny and full of dreams. I got healthy again. And with the confidence boost and the new attitude I managed to enter an online university, which was more suitable since I was already working both at the shop and at the club.” You smiled. “Plus I liked the sense of control and peace you need when you’re involved in a scene.”

He nodded. “I’m happy it all worked out.” He nodded some more before his mind produced one more question. “Is domination a non-negotiable aspect of your relationships?” He asked.

“No, I think. My first partner was a girl I had met at the club, but after that I didn’t ever mix the two.”

He didn’t even react to the fact, he simply took it in. He would never judge and he himself was not the type to consider gender a determining factor in terms of sexual attraction. Although he was a bit worried you were attracted to women exclusively. What if you would never like him like that?

You continued. “I had a few dates, never anything serious. And of course, I taught and I took part in scenes at the club, but it never led to sex.” You explained. “Sexual attraction is a tricky concept to me, I think.”

“So you’ve had just one relationship?” He asked, his expression neutral, however his slightly raised eyebrows gave away a bit of surprise.

“Yes.” You replied.

“With a girl?” He asked again.

“Yup.” You confirmed, nodding.

“But you’ve slept with men too, right?” He said.

You grinned. “Are you trying to make sure you’re the first?” You teased.

“I’m just asking. I don’t want to—” He shook his head. “I just need to know that you like me. Sexually speaking.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Little do you know. “I do. I think gender has little to do with actual attraction. I don’t think labels are important.”

“I agree on that.” He said, nodding, biting his lip.

“And I’m really attracted to you.” You took a big breath. “I might say something inappropriate, but—” You laughed embarrassedly. “I don’t mind domming. I like it. I’ve been doing it for a while, I’m familiar and it feels comfortable, but I’ve never felt the kind of attraction that makes me want to bend over backward for someone.” You paused. Took a deep breath. Continued. “Having this thing, with you… It’s something I’m not comfortable with. Because I feel you’re so much stronger than me that I don’t even want to put up a fight.”

He looked at the city.

He looked at you. You were rubbing your hands together out of embarrassment and the night chill. You placed one around the base of your neck, rubbing your wrist with the other in an attempt to warm yourself. You were so unbelievably beautiful.

He tsked and smiled. “Stop beating around the bush, sweetheart. It doesn’t suit you. What do you really want to say?”

You frowned. “I’m not comfortable saying it.” You murmured.

A chill piano piece started playing from his phone, a warm, tender voice of a woman mixing up with it.

“Okay. I can’t make you do it.” He pouted and nodded, looking away in the distance. “You know I’ve liked you since I first saw you. And there’s little you can say or do to push me away.”

You exhaled and tried to explain yourself. This was exactly the reason why Taehyung was dangerous. He asked, you delivered. “I have rarely felt attraction for someone because I’ve rarely found someone stronger, bolder, smarter than me. But then I started talking to you.” You shook your head in disbelief at your own confession. “You make me want to do things I’ve never craved before. And you being more powerful than me makes me want to let you take control.” You took a pause. “It makes me want to submit to you.”

He turned. “Is that why you need time? You want to get used to this?”

He is so smart. So attuned to people’s feelings and thoughts. He might as well be a mentalist.

“Yes.” You confirmed.

“And you want to get to know me to see if you can trust me?” He asked.

“Yes.” You confirmed again.

“I get it.” He nodded. “It must be something new, to see things from a new perspective. You said you feel uncomfortable. Does it make you feel bad, this thing with me?” He asked gently.

“I’m afraid of people finding out of the club, bringing it up, using it against you.” You admitted.

He shook his head. “What are the chances?”

“I used a nickname, and we have strict non-disclosure agreements. The place is often dark and sometimes we use masks, but I couldn’t use those when teaching. Anyway, there are pretty famous and powerful people in the club. I think it’s in everyone’s interest to keep mouths shut. Still.” You shrugged. “I want to protect you, Tae.”

His eyes turned into sweet, dark pools. “I don’t care.” He stated. “For now it’s not an issue. I’ll talk to our lawyer, see if there are any potential troubles with this. We both have the duty to protect each other.” He stated with certainty. “And once we’re sure and if this becomes more, then we’ll find a way.”

You felt warm in your chest. It felt good to be protected. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for opening up, darling.” He caressed your cheek tenderly, smiling at you.

You smiled back and looked down, away from his intense gaze.

He moved his hand away. “So you want to sleep with me?”

You laughed. “Sleeping is not the word I would use, no.”

“Which one?” He said.

“Which one would I use?” You asked, trying to clear up his request. Sometimes he spoke so cryptically.

He hummed in confirmation.

“I would say…” You thought about it. “I would say ‘spend the night’.”

“We could spend the night here. Talking until we have no secrets left to say. The night is amazing for secrets.” He mused.

“What about your flight tomorrow?” You asked, suddenly serious.

“Let’s go back to secrets and spending the night.” He said, trying to make his incumbent dark thoughts evaporate.

“What about them?” You were both staring at the city lights. Seoul felt so far away. Like a hologram. Or maybe like for a moment you had been subtracted from that world. Like you were stuck into a mirror, where nothing really, truly happens. Where people could see possibilities and daydreams, an alternative reality in which everyone could have a fragment of fictitious life. You felt like a mirage, ready to turn into dust, sand and smoke, a bizarre refraction of light.

Taehyung turned and stared at you. “I’m dreaming you won’t disappear, once morning comes. That this won’t be just a fantasy.”

It all turned even less real when his phone started playing a ballad about lights and stars.

“I won’t disappear.” You whispered back.

He looked at the city. “I need to tell you a secret.”

You turned with an arched eyebrow and an upturned pout.

Adorable, he thought. He leaned in towards your ear. “I’ve been asking myself if you had a fling with Namjoon and Vixen for the whole night. It feels good to hear that you like me.”

You were so close. Apparently being out in the open air, in a very public space had done little to keep things appropriate.

“I have a secret too.” You whispered, so close to his face. To his lips. You leaned in closer to his ear. “I have no fling with them. I’ve had no one for months. Years, if you exclude the scenes at the club — and I never had sex during those — and I’ve never had a man. I can’t wait to feel ready to give in to you. I promise I just need some time. Be patient and I’ll make it worthy. I swear.” You confessed, so raw with emotion.

He looked at you, inscrutable at first; then his face melted with wonder and joy. “All the time you need, darling.”

You smiled.

You both turned to look at the city. And then you turned to look at him. He was so beautiful. Glowing. Happy. Meditative and cool, like an indifferent god. Like Seoul could suddenly switch off with a general black out, and he wouldn’t even notice. He would just smile and cheer for the stars glowing brighter.

“I have another secret, Taehyung.” You murmured. He simply brought his ear to his lips, his gaze still focused away. You licked your lip and whispered, “I feel like if you kissed me now, I would literally glow in happiness.”

He turned to look at you. “Isn’t it going too fast?” He asked before shaking his head. “I mean, I don’t want you to regret this.”

“I’m sure.”

He looked in the distance again. You frowned and took it as a ‘no’.

And then he turned, cupping your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. His hand could cover half of your face. It was enormous. You didn’t let your brain go that way. “I’m going to be sweet. Stop me whenever.” He murmured, before pecking your lips with his.

It was so short and light you almost didn’t feel it. Still, the tingling on your lips was a living trace of it, like stardust had inadvertently brushed over your skin. His body turned into a furnace beside you, or maybe you had suddenly warmed up when he pressed his lips to yours more insistently. “I’m gonna go harder at this.” He spoke on your lips.

Fuck, it was so sweet of him to tell you. He felt so gentle. Even when he started nibbling on your lower lip, encasing it between his lips, sucking it gently before pecking your mouth with his. The moment you held his upper lip between yours, tugging at it gently with your teeth, he lost control and moaned, letting your tongue tease the tip of his. His hand disappeared into your hair, pulling you close. His mouth forced yours to open as your lips crushed together, your tongues intertwining in a sensual and suasive dance made of twirls and small licks. Your hand flew to his hair, caressing his nape, the other one meeting his waist, turning him towards you.

Your whole body was on fire. The night felt so alight, so filled with possibilities now that even this was happening, too. It felt like the most appropriate time to begin something in the quiet and secrecy that the loving, protecting darkness allowed you.

His right hand appeared on your thigh, placed there gently, not gripping, not exploring. Simply staying, existing in that strange, assertive way Taehyung exists, like he is a totem standing in the middle of time and space, piercing them together, one to the other.

Your breath was laboured once you parted. His hand moved up, to your waist. He couldn’t resist from feeling the fleshy, material reality of this late night daydream, its real consistency. He let you breathe, nudging his lips against yours. “Another.” He whispered, diving in again.

And you let him. If this was the way he intended to do things with you, hell yes, you would let him.

His lips were soft, wet and warm, perfect around yours. He started alternating between your lower and upper lip, his hand finally grabbing the flesh of your waist, tugging you into him.

You pulled at the hair on his nape delicately, trying to part from him. It felt atrocious but it was necessary. Your judgement was beginning to get clouded. You should stop. “Tae, baby. Let’s take a moment.”

He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours and parting from you with a small peck on the corner of your mouth. “Sorry.” He murmured.

“Nothing to be sorry about. It feels amazing.” You smiled, caressing him on his neck. “I’m just cold. And I think it’s better if I head home before I do stuff I could regret.”

He looked a bit lost. “Would you regret getting carried away with me?” He asked, worried.

“No.” You replied without hesitation. “And that’s the problem.” You kissed his lips chastely. “But getting carried away is different from trusting you and willingly, consciously giving you everything I have.” You kissed him again, caressing his hair off his forehead, fixing his beanie. “And that’s the way I want it with you.” You bent to his ear. “I want to say ‘yes, sir’ to your every request. I want you to do to me everything you want. I want you to own me so fully that I’ll beg you to use me for your pleasure.” You whispered in his ear, slowly, the words getting tangled up in a net that you hoped would capture him and convince him.

His deep moan made you chuckle lightly, brushing your mouth against his. At this, his tongue lashed out, the tip curling around your lower lip. “I’m so drunk on you.” He growled. “I want you so much.”

You shook your head faintly, touching his face, the light stubble giving you the strange certainty that he was real, there, in front of you. “I know. I promise I’ll repay your patience in kind.” You looked at him intensely, trying to show him just how much you wanted him too. “I’ll repay generously, too.”

His eyes closed, his face nuzzling into your neck. “I don’t want to let you go just yet. I’m afraid this will turn out to be a one time thing.”

As your earring got caught in his beanie, you had a sudden eureka. “Sit up, Tae.” You said gently.

He got wide eyed and pouty for a second before wearing his poker face and obeying your command. Cupping his face, you smiled at him. “Let me.” You caressed his cheeks as you moved your hands away, bringing them to your earlobe and unlatching one of your earrings. It was a simple pearl surrounded by small rhinestones. Carefully you moved it to his naked ear, delicately pushing the needle through the tiny hole, securing it in the back with the clasp.

Looking at him, you smiled, biting your lip. “You’ll give it back on our next date.” You said, blushing softly, looking at him through your lashes.

Slowly his lips curled up, forming the cutest shy smile you had ever seen.

“My pretty boy.” You said, fixing the small lock of hair coming out of his beanie and framing his face. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hid his face in your neck.

“Thank you.” He said, simply.

“It’s okay, tiger cub.” You quipped back playfully.

Still blushing, he parted from you. “We should go, you’re shivering.” He said, jumping off the bonnet. “Come on.” He grinned at you.

God, you had a crush.

You followed him, still wrapped in his blanket, quickly opening the car and sitting, rubbing your hands together to muster some warmth to them.

He entered next to you and started the car, turning the AC on. He reached across the seats, grabbing your hands and rubbing them in his. “We should have stayed in.” He whispered.

“But the view...” You objected.

He smiled, bringing your joined hands to his lips, placing small kisses all over them. His lips were so hot.

“You’re right.” He smiled, placing your hands on his knee as he looked around, backing the car out of the parking lot and starting your drive back home. “You should insert your address on the GPS.” He murmured, his eyes glued on the road ahead.

“You sure? I can take pub—”

“Don’t you even dare. I’ll be sleeping on the plane. I can drive you.” He rumbled.

You raised your eyebrows and did as he told you.

“It’s just ten minutes from the dorms. Fifteen from my apartment.” He commented, noticing your address.

You shrugged and hid into your shoulders. “Thank you for driving me.”

“I’m being selfish.” He grinned, his eyes still on the road. “This way I’ll have you close for longer.”

Grinning, your sank into the seat. The drive was uneventful. Your left hand moved back onto his knee, his hand joining yours every now and then.

Seeing your building appear brought a bit of disappointment. You had grown used to the warmth of the car, the low background music, the comfort of the fabric of his jeans under your palm.

“This is yours?” He asked, looking at the small five-floor building with a restaurant down below.

You hummed in approval.

“Any parking spot close?” He asked. “I only want to accompany you to your door. No fancy business.” He promised.

“There’s the alley — wait left now!” You announced hurriedly.

He did so quickly. The neighbourhood was quiet and thankfully the sudden turn didn’t cause any inconvenience.

Still, he managed to drive smoothly, finding a row of parked cars and following the order. “Here we go.”

You grabbed your bag and moved the blanket on the seat as you exited the car.

He quickly moved around the car, grabbing your hand. “I don’t think anyone will see us. Or recognise me.” He said, following your lead.

“Here we are.” You said, awkwardly standing in front of the entrance to your building in a slight penumbra which eased your nerves a little.

“When will I see you again?” He asked eagerly.

“After Japan.” You said, smiling.

“We’ll be back Thursday next week, around midday.” He said. “Would you be free in the afternoon? I have a friend in a gallery who could book us a late private tour.” He explained.

You laughed and tried to recall your shift. You could find an agreement with your colleagues anyway. “Then I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Good.” He said, with his signature serious look.

Just to give him a sweet goodbye, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, without allowing him to deepen the kiss.

“Oh, come on.” He whispered, chasing your mouth with his, eyes closed. “More.” He whined.

You let him. His mouth met yours again, both his and your lips immediately parting to melt in that same scorching desire. Your arms were already wrapping around his frame.

“Let me go.” You murmured.

“You let me go, miss octopus.” He teased. You stayed in each others arms for a few seconds, your bag abandoned at your feet. You stared in silence before he spoke. “I’ll be thinking about this all night.” He said, cupping your nape and pressing a bunch of small kisses on your mouth.

“Me too.” You moved your lips closer to his ear. “My hands will probably be between my legs while I do so.”

He snarled and groaned against your ear. “You’re a tease.” His hand palmed your hip heavily. His voice was husky when he spoke again. “Am I allowed to think of you when I touch myself?” He asked.

You chuckled and exhaled seducingly along the crook of his neck. “As long as you tell me what you were thinking about when you cum.”

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “We’re taking this slow, I see.”

“I can’t go any slower with you.” You looked into his eyes, releasing your arms from around him. “Sweet dreams, tiger.” You said, saluting him and picking up your bag before entering your building.

“Goodnight, nymph.” He replied, shaking his head in disappointment and at the same time smiling at your teasing nature.

You both stayed up all night, thinking about the night you’ll be finally staying up together.

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iwachans-beefyarms · 5 years ago

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i know this is kinda really detailed and specific idea for a scenario so i hope that this is okay! it turns out tsuki is only really good at english because he kept his english penpal from primary school and they talk everyday and ft and she surprises him by turning up before the shiratorizawa match!! just some fluffy platonic feels please maybe she goes out with the team for dinner afterwards too? 💕💕💖

Omg, I really love this scenario! I’ve had my fair share of penpals so I was really excited to write this (: I remember having an Italian penpal 2 years ago and interacting with her inspired me to learn Italian on my own because she would often give me amazing Italian book recommendations hehe (I might have gone a bit overboard when writing about Tsukki training for the match lmao)

BTW for those interested, the quote from the beginning is from Donna Tartt’s ‘The Secret History’! It’s one of my favourite books of all time and it’s what made me start learning Latin, highly recommend it to all of you! Also, I love writing about platonic friendships soooo much so if any of you would like to request similar things in the future, please do!

Note*** Reader will be speaking to the team in Japanese, which will be indicated by bolded words

Okay, I’ll stop talking now, enjoy!

“I had said goodbye to her once before, but it took everything I had to say goodbye to her then, again, for the last time, like poor Orpheus turning for a last backwards glance at the ghost of his only love and in the same heartbeat losing her forever: hinc iliac lacrimae, hence those tears.”

Tsukishima sighed and put the book down. Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It was a bittersweet feeling he often experienced when nearing the end of a compelling novel. This particular one, especially, had had him completely enamored. He almost felt wistful when he realised he was almost done with it.

He opened the book back up and carefully highlighted the phrase “Orpheus turning for a last backward glance”, making a mental note to look up the reference. It sounded like a literary allusion to a Greek myth of some sort, but he had to check to be sure. He glanced at his phone and opened his e-mail to type a quick message to you.

“I am almost done with this book… Honestly, what a ride! I can’t even bring myself to finish it because of how attached I am. I learnt so many new phrases and literary allusions too! I’m seriously considering reading all the pieces of work the author had referenced throughout the novel haha. But, it’s gonna have to wait until after my volleyball season ends because we have finals coming up soon… Anyway, talk to you later! BTW, how did you enjoy the poetry collection I sent you?”

He signed off as he usually did, packed his things up and left for after-school volleyball practice. He couldn’t help but feel that today was a particularly lovely day. When Yamaguchi approached him and draped his arm around his shoulder, he welcomed his friend’s affectionate gesture with a genuine smile of his own.

“Wow, that’s a big smile! Did something good happen?” Yamaguchi questioned curiously. He glanced down at Tsukkishima’s hands and noticed the book he was holding.

“Ah! Y/n’s book huh? Is it any good?” He asked, excitedly grabbing it from his friend and flipping through the pages. His eager expression morphed into one of complete confusion as he squinted his eyes at the flurry of words before him. “How do you even read this? It’s so hard…” He blurted out.

“Tsk, you just don’t have enough practice, dumbass,” Tsukkishima retorted jokingly. It was true, though, what he said. His regular emails to and from you since his primary school days had greatly improved his English linguistic skills. Even more so, it had made him more knowledgeable in the art of writing and analysis. Everytime he got a comment on his essays about his exceptional way with words, he would silently thank your influence in his head. It was quite ironic that Tsukishima, someone who found it immensely difficult to forge meaningful relationships with those around him, would have shared such a close friendship with a girl living on the other side of the world, but such was life.

As the highly anticipated match against Shiratorizawa loomed closer, Tsukishima’s mind drifted from you and the book he had yet to finish. His heart, soul and entire being was devoted to his team. While he greatly appreciated the daily messages of encouragement you graced him with every morning, he simply did not have the time to respond properly. For now, all that mattered was volleyball.

He trained everyday, much like his teammates. Where once he would have scoffed at the level of fervor he demonstrated in his journey towards becoming the best player he could be, he now relished in the passion that flooded him everytime he held the ball between his hands, or when he jumped in tandem with his teammates to form a block. He would be prepared for Shiratorizawa, for Ushijima Wakatoshi, and for whatever force that dared to reckon with him.

That was what he told himself before the match, repeating it in his heart like a mantra, with the hopes that the belief would materialise in the court. And, that was exactly what his teammates and he did. They won. They actually won. Tsukishima never viewed himself as a sadistic person, but dear God, the look of defeat in the faces of his opponents sent him to a high he had never experienced before. It wasn’t that he was glad they lost; they were decently nice people. It was that they had won; a game that, by all expectations, should have been lost. He was euphoric. In that moment, amidst the chaos surrounding him and the cheers resounding through the stadium, he felt an immense wave of love rush over him. Love for his sport, his opponents, and most importantly, his team; his family outside of his family.

After the match, as the team made their way out of the locker rooms, he let himself bask in the triumph of their victory as his friends cheered boisterously. Suddenly, he caught the eyes of a very familiar face approaching him with a slight jog. His eyes widened. Impossible.

“Tsukki!” You wrapped your arms around his neck. He didn’t hesitate to engulf you in a hug of equal intensity. It was either the excitement of winning, or the shock from seeing you in front of him that made him so easily reciprocate your affection, but at that moment he didn’t care.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, incredulously, ignoring the gawking stares of his team. “My parents wanted to go to Japan for the holidays, and of course I had to come see you at your big match! You were amazing! I mean, Amazing, with a capital A!” you rambled off excitedly. Tsukishima almost let you continue your enthusiastic rant but he was interrupted by Daichi’s hesitant tap to his back. He cleared his throat and announced, “Everyone, this is Y/n, my good friend from Y/c.”

“Hello everyone! It is so wonderful to meet all of you! Tsukki has said so much about you that I feel like I know all of you already,” you addressed them, bowing slightly. Your nervous blush made Tsukki smile softly to himself. Immediately, you were attacked with questions.

“How does Tsukishima know such a pretty girl?”

“Where are you from? Are you here on holiday? How do you know Japanese?”

“Do you play volleyball?”

You did your absolute best to answer all their questions, and in the process, gave the team a brief summary of your friendship with Tsukishima. Yamaguchi, in particular, was wonderfully excited to make your acquaintance. Eventually, the boys and their managers invited you to have dinner with them. You graciously took their offer and left the stadium with them.

The evening was filled with laughter and jubilation. Everybody was still riding the high from their win, and spent dinner reminiscing moments during the match, and of course, talking about Tsukishima and his pretty friend. Stories about his childhood self, his emo-phase and, for a brief tw months, k-pop phase, were shared by Yamaguchi and yourself. Usually, Tsukishima would have been incredibly annoyed at being the object of a joke, but tonight, he settled for a half-hearted shove to Yamaguchi’s shoulder and a teasing comment. “At least I pulled it off… Not like your cosplay phase, remember?” Cue another round of hearty laughter.

As he watched you and his team bond, he sat back and gently rubbed his chest. His heart felt so full at the moment, and although he knew it wouldn’t last, he cherished the feeling and took a mental picture of the scene in front of him. He leaned towards your ear and whispered, “Thank you so much for coming, it meant a lot.” You squeeze his arm gently and replied, “That’s what friends are for, Tsukki!”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #platonic #tsukki #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #scenarios #fluff

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hardforbenhardy · 5 years ago

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scandal | rogerxfem!reader

summary: you and roger had been married for multiple years and now, and your relationship could not have been going better. or so you believed.

warnings: angst, cheating, basically dickhead!roger

word count: 2.8k

this was the first fanfic i ever wrote for roger, and i must say i’m kind of proud of it! it’s pretty sad but yakno. there’s a lil snippet at the end some may recognise because this oneshot was inspired a lot by the song ‘burn’ from hamilton! hope you enjoy :) (it starts as a news article btw)

i’ve decided i will make a part 2 if this gets 100 notes :)

Queens Second Scandal?

Just after the release of the bands hit Scandal, drummer Roger Taylor has been caught getting cosy with a mystery woman, despite being in a 6 year marriage with wife Y/N Y/L/N at the time. With Queen being on hiatus after the Magic Tour of '86, Taylor formed new rock band, The Cross. With the band having been on a 3 month tour of the UK and Germany, his wife was left to her own devices; evidently giving the member free reign of the well-known strip clubs around Germany and nearby cities. Being the 'sex on legs' of Queen, all fans were sceptical of the idea of Taylor finally settling down with marriage and children – seemingly, being correct to do so after pictures have recently been released of the musician leaving a nightspot with one of the workers of a German sex club, arm in arm, getting into a taxi.

You were reluctant to ever marry Roger; marriage was never something you expected to happen in your future, having commitment issues after your first relationship left you single for a majority of your life. Men seemed to be the bane of your existence; every man you had tried to get close to turned out to be lowlife scum who either tried to use you or just turned out to be downright arrogant. So, of course meeting Roger Taylor instantly put you off him; he was cocky, conceited and far too overconfident in his charm and good looks. Yet you could not deny that there was something about him that made him so alluring, meaning you fell very hard very quickly. He proposed on your one year anniversary in the year of '82, by taking you on a romantic holiday to the country you had been wanting to go to for years; Italy. He had it all planned out;

"Roger, you remembered" You breathed, chuckling softly in disbelief that he had done all this for you. You held the delicate, flowy material in your hand, admiring the floral patterns that canvased the dress. You had seen a summer dress in a shop down the street from your hotel a few days before, and obsessed with it the moment it had met your eyes. Your favourite part was the blue floral print; there were bellflowers, bunneras, columbines, desert bluebells, irises, sea hollies – all of which contrasted with the background white. The neck cut was rebelliously low, but you knew it would look ravishing when on your body – it was like the dress was made just for you. There was one problem; it cost far too much for you to afford, and after spending all the money on this trip, you didn't want Roger to have to splash out again. "I thought we agreed it was far too expensive?"

"Y/N, you are the love of my life – I'm always going to splash out on you when I get the chance. And it's our anniversary, you deserve it for being the most incredible girlfriend I could ask for" Roger cooed, making you blush and face the ground, only for Roger to place his hand gently under your chin to lift your head to face his once again. You stared into his piercing, ocean eyes before saying "Thank you" and planting a soft, passionate kiss against his rosy, plump lips.

"Well, go try it on! I want to see my sexy girlfriend in the dress I spent hundreds on" Roger laughed, pushing me into the bathroom to try on the dress. Let's just say, he got to see his girlfriend with the dress for about 5 minutes before it was off again.

He finished the romance-filled day with an evening boat ride down the Grand Canal; the idea having been on your bucket-list since you were a teenager and discovered a thing called romance. Having voiced this to Roger multiple times during late-night drunken conversations and post-sex pillow talks, you weren't shocked he had picked this to be way to end the day. It was more the action after the ride that rendered you speechless. While you turned around to admire the view behind you, Roger had found himself knelt on one knee in front of you, ring box in hand. So of course, when you turned, you were met with the one image you had only dreamt of.

"Y/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" Those words alone had you hooked and you were sure, in that moment, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man. There was nothing that could change that decision.

That was until the events of this morning. After being sent by Freddie down to the studio reception to collect the weekly paper, you didn't quite expect something so disturbing to be plastered on the front page. The paper fell to the ground out of your hand, unable to read on. Your mind repeated the words 'getting cosy with a mystery woman' over and over, completely unable to comprehend what you had actually just read; Roger cheated on you?

Of all the ways you saw your relationship crumbling, cheating was not one of them. Of course you knew Roger was previously known for sleeping around, he was basically a fairground for all the groupies. But he had made it very clear; he would never, ever in a million trillion years cheat on you. And you believed him. You seriously, truly believed him.

You bent down to scrunch the paper tightly in your grasp, before storming up the stairs back into the studio. You threw the door open, your hand clenching tighter and tighter around the news second by second. Unsurprisingly, you immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room; Brian and his current girlfriend were slumped on the couch talking about astrophysics, Freddie was pacing around the room warming up his vocals, John was sat cross-legged on the floor tuning his bass, while Roger sat at his drum kit banging the melody to recently released Scandal. They had all clearly noticed the streams of mascara-stained tears cascading down your cheeks and your increased breathing rate as they all stopped in their tracks to look up at you. Though your eyes remained solely on Roger; his head shot up in an instant, stopping the beats he was making to jump out of his chair and make his way over to you.

"Y/N, love, are you okay? What happened?" He fretted, his arms searching up and down your body for any sign of injury or physical harm that may have caused your sudden outburst. John was also quick to his feet, handing you a tissue to wipe away the tears, but you angrily declined telling him to fuck off. Admittedly, John did nothing to deserve such a reaction, in fact he deserved completely the opposite reaction; but you were too choleric to even entertain the idea of being polite to people. "Y/N, what on earth has gotten into you?"

"You said you would never do that to me." I breathed, scoffing at his utter arrogance of the situation. He knew exactly what he had done, and you knew it, but you knew he wouldn't admit it without you confirming you knew. "You promised"

"What are you talking about?" He questioned, furrowing his brows in confusion, looking you up and down. You couldn't bring yourself to say it, knowing you would easily breakdown if they even touched the tip of your tongue. Instead, you shoved the paper harshly against his chest, making him stumble back slightly and grab onto the crumpled paper you had slammed into him. He began to unscrew it open, reluctant as he could see exactly where this was going. His eyes scanned over the first sentence, and you noticed them glass over. "I'm talking about that"

He grasped onto your lower arm, yanking you into the room next to the studio, as to keep the commotion away from the rest of the band; it being a private matter of course. Your anger only grew at the fact he had the audacity to seem irritated at you right now, he was the one who had cheated on you. You stormed to the other side of the room, turning away from Roger as you could barely even look at him. You leant forward on the office desk, hanging your head low as you tried your hardest not to carry on crying. There was a choking silence filling the room, eating away at the tension of the atmosphere, which was quickly broken by Roger. "You seriously believe this? The tabloids always lie, they take every chance they can to twist a story, because it makes them money. Y/N, you know I would never do that to you, I-I love you" His voice cracked saying the three final words, alerting to you Roger wasn't angry – he was ashamed, upset, distraught even.

"Do you? Do you really? Because that German hooker seems to have a different opinion" you spat, turning around to finally face Roger and pointing you finger firmly against his chest. You did your best you could to avoid meeting Roger's sorrowful eyes, but failed miserably when your eyes flickered up to witness tears rolling down his crimson cheeks. You almost felt conscience-stricken and apologetic; how badly you just wanted to give into your wifely instincts and wipe the tears away, caressing his cheek gently and holding him tightly in your arms for comfort. That was until you remember exactly why he was like this. He had betrayed you. Roger urgently lifted the paper back to this view, scanning over the page even more for some kind of indication of what you meant. That's when he saw it:

"[Roger] had spent the whole evening in the club, indulging in the performances and everything we had to offer – he seemed extremely stressed, and was most likely looking for a form of relief that his wife was unfortunately unable to provide at the time" - The worker, seen leaving the nightspot with Roger, has explained – "I had asked, ensured both his wife and him had given full consent before he took me home and we had an eventful evening. I can't deny; he lives up to the expectations of the nickname."

"You told her I had given consent for you to go fuck another woman? Are you out of your mind? She has told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed. In clearing your name, she has ruined my life. You are always so paranoid how people perceive you – you, you, and you. Never me, never our relationship, never our two children. Did you ever stop to think how this might affect me, how this might affect Felix and Rory?" You cried, struggling to even say the names of your two children.

"Y/N, I swear this isn't how it looks-"

"Isn't how it looks? Roger, she made a fucking statement saying you had fucking sex – and you told her it was okay?! How can you say this isn't how it looks?" You sneered, getting closer and closer to Roger every second, only for him to stand there rendered silent. He didn't know what he could say to fix the situation, considering you wouldn't let him get a word in edgeways without having some form of comeback, although he certainly didn't blame you for the way you were acting. Therefore, he let you speak; he let you pour out every emotion before he would even try to make a contribution. "You know, I saved every letter you wrote me. From every single tour; The Game tour, Hot Space, The Works, even the Jazz tour when we weren't even dating. And from the moment I read each one, I knew you were mine – you said you were mine. D-do you know what V said when we saw your first letter arrive? She told me how she could see how much you truly loved me, apparently John called it to. Told me to be careful, he'll do what it takes to succeed. I re-read each of those letters every single night when you would be out recording, or drinking with the boys, or doing a press conference. I was scanning and searching for answers in every line, for some kind of sign, that you still loved me. You want to know why I believe it, why I believe her? Because for the past year, you barely ever put the effort in. You were never home; you would turn down sex way too often for someone with the nickname 'sex on legs'; you always found excuses for me to stay home while you hung out with guys; y-you took every chance you could to sleep on the couch; we'd argue way more than usual. That's why I believe it. Because as I kept falling in love with you every day, you started falling out of love with me" Your voice was barely above a whisper with your last words, the tears you had been holding back finally taking their course, joining the other stale tears you cried when you first read the paper less than 10 minutes ago.

"Y/N, baby, no please don't think that. I love you, I love you so much. I will always love you with all my heart, nothing can change that. Not the boys, not the boy's wives, and certainly not some German prostitute."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Look, it's a long story and I can't explain it all right now, please can we just go home and we can sit down and have a proper talk about it all" He tried to comfort you, rubbing your upper arms slowly and caressingly. But those words alone stood you frozen.

"So you did do it? You slept with her? God, why did I ever trust you? From the moment I met you, I knew I would want to spend my life with you in some way or another. A-and when you proposed, on that boat ride in Italy, I knew for sure the way I wanted to spend my life with you was married, getting a family, living together – you know whole shebang. I thought it was too good to be true, and it turns out it was. I'm erasing myself from this narrative; let the journalists wonder how Y/N reacted when you broke her heart. Roger, the world has no right to my life; they have no right to our bed. And when the time comes, you can explain to the children all the torment and humiliation you put their mother through – when will you learn that they're your legacy; I'm your legacy?" You practically spat, not even feeling a hint of sadness anymore but rather just pure resentment and fury for the man, all the care and love you held for Roger had dissipated. How dare he put you through such distress when all you had done was love and support him through everything he did; he had the audacity to make you feel like you meant nothing to him as if he hadn't spent the last 10 years with you.

"Y/N, please, give me a chance to expla-"

"No, you don't get that chance. You lost that chance when you took the girl back to your fucking apartment and fucked her fucking brains out." You breathed, before shoving past Roger's paralysed body, approaching the door. You were almost resistant to walk out, considering you knew all the boys would be sat out there – most likely having heard the conversation that had just took place taking into account you weren't exactly quiet through any of it. The only thing that tipped you over the edge was the fact you could not stay in the room any longer with that cheater. You turned to face Roger one more time, seeing him stood there more fragile than you had ever seen before, before pulling your ring off your finger and placing it on the table that was beside you. Roger's eyes widened at the sight, tears pricking his eyes once again as his breath hitched in his throat. "N-no, please, keep the ring on, don't take it off."

"Hey, Rog, at least she got a good orgasm though" You mumbled, sarcasm running sharply through your tone before opening the door.

"Y/N, please no. Y/N wait-"

And with that, you were out the door.

#roger #taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x y/n #roger taylor x reader #rogertaylor #roger taylor angst #queen #oneshots #queen fanfiction #fanfic #angst #cheating

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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Blood Bound [Chapter Seven]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: smut! (18+ only), blood kink (?kinda? lol he’s a vampire so), fluff, nightmares, cursing, flashbacks, Bucky being adorable, a hint of dom!Bucky and Praise kink, let me know if I missed anything

A/N:

For a <18 version/summary, please message me and I got you.

Finals are killing me so rip, I’ll be working on writing challenges/Secret Santas (lol I’m in multiple) first then the next chapter of this series (on the bright side, guess who’s writing a Stucky one shot :D )

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Previously….

“Hey, Bucky?” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.” He obliged, closing the distance to kiss you again. He was the one to deepen the kiss first, gentle yet dominating, demanding your full attention. You got lost in his touch, pressed against him as his hand around your waist pulled you tighter against him. “James,” you practically purred against his lips.

He groaned softly, smirking. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips brushed against yours, easily pulling your mouth back on his.

“Then I’ll keep saying it, Angel Eyes,” you murmured, pulling far enough off of him to run a hand through his fluffed up and mused hair. He groaned softly, making you grin as you lightly traced your fingertips against his scalp. “I want to remember, Bucky. Help me remember and I help you remember? All of it? From the beginning? I know a witch from another Coven who can help us.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, lips brushing past yours as he nodded. “All of it, Sweetling. From the beginning. And Theo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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“Hey, Bucky?”

“Yeah, Little Witch?”

“Why’d you jump in front of that silver dagger? It would have like, ya know, hurt Nat, but it would like kill you. Dumb bitch juice much?” You turned to face Bucky, still wrapped in his arms, completely content with just teasing him.

“Don’t come after me with facts, y/n/n, it's not fair.” He groaned, “I just acted, didn’t really stop and think.”

“Also, did my entire coven fuck off because they thought we were gonna bone?”

“Honestly, I was kinda crying because I took too much blood from you, Nat called me a pussy and said your anemic ass passes out easily, paraphrasing here-“

“Obviously.”

“And Nat and Steve, totally have a thing going on btw,” he continued, ignoring your interruption, “Kinda like shared a look and Nat went, ‘Alright, well, coven’s gonna just move this party outta here, give these kiddos some space,’ and that’s when I noticed you killed that Council Member, which is incredibly hot honestly, and like woah you’re hot, sorry sidetracked.”

“Keep boosting my ego and you might get more kisses out of it,” you bopped his nose, grinning playfully as he snapped his fangs towards it, making you yelp and burst into a fit of giggles.

He happily buried his face in your neck, holding you close, “My powerful and adorable witch,” he murmured.

“My brooding and dark and mysterious but actually a big goofball vampire,” you retorted, grinning when he pulled back to give you a look. “What? It’s completely true.”

You shrugged, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to shoot Nat a text. The Coven group chat was already lit up with messages, mostly them talking behind Sam and Steve’s back about the vampires, and planning their next move, and of course, the obligatory ‘making fun of the couple for their sex-scapades’ messages.

Bucky read most of the messages over your shoulder, not wanting to let you go so easily. “How many eggplant emojis can Wanda text before her fingers hurt?”

“Don’t let her hear that, or you’ll find eggplants everywhere. I made that mistake with the donut emoji,” you leaned your head against his shoulder, shooting a gif of a girl rolling her eyes.

��Did that picture just move?” Bucky whispered behind you.

“Do you not know what gifs are?”

“Phones are too easy to track; we usually use burner phones. Call and simple texts only.” He explained, much to your amusement.

“Allow me to teach you, oldie,” you teased, spending the next hour showing him the world of social media. His little grin and wide eyes sent your heart fluttering, and you silently prayed he didn’t hear it.

Soon, you yawned, your eyes threatening to close as sleep started to pull you in. Bucky simply tightened his arms around you, tucking you both underneath the covers of the bed. “Sleep, Sweetling. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he kissed your head tenderly, causing you to smile tiredly.

“Promise?” You spoke mid-yawn, letting Bucky place your phone back on the nightstand.

“Promise. And then we’ll talk about everything that happened. You deserve to rest.” You didn’t reply, only burying your face into his chest, elated to drink in his scent, the warm vanilla, and mint overtaking your senses. Spending so much time around him lately, you no longer minded the faint scent of copper blood mixed into his scent, but now you noticed something else. Tones of earthy traces, sparks of flame, and salt from the sea. He was starting to smell like a witch too. That last thought had you smiling goofily as sleep overtook you and your mind plunged into darkness.

Warm hands. Big, dragging, gentle, soft. Light kisses below your ear. Whispers of love. A murmur of “Sweetling.” Contentment. Sated. But this time the memory didn’t flee, it continued. Light kisses became heated, hands pressed against each other, fingers brushing alongside a soft fur blanket. Gasping breaths, nerves lit up on fire. Bits and pieces like a puzzle pulling together to make the final picture.

“Come on, James! It’s the summer solstice and a full moon, and you are taking positively forever!” Your voice cried out, tugging a warm hand with you, your other arm carrying a woven basket filled with candles and blankets.

Pale moonlight illuminating the grassy meadow as you let go of his hand, placing the fur blankets down before lining the stones, crystals, and candles in a circle. “I do not think the moon will climb any faster than it does every year, Theodosia,” Bucky stood there, his hair an inch longer than you remembered, grinning as he helped make the circle comfortable.

“Still! I want this to be perfect,” you whispered, sighing softly as you stood in the middle of the circle. Alone with only your lover in the wilderness, unafraid to be who you really were. At peace. Excited.

You pulled on the string of your cloak, tugging it off until you tossed it out of the circle entirely, bare as you sat on the furs. Looking up at Bucky, you smiled, “Will you be joining me, or staring the entire time?”

He simply smirked, “I would not mind watching, I must admit.”

“Oh nonsense, hurry yourself or I will send you back home,” you teased, ignoring the blush threatening to creep onto your face.

“I am moving, do not worry, Little Witch,” he chuckled, pulling off his own cloak and tossing it out of the circle before lying beside you.

Without a word you threw your leg on the other side of his hips, easily finding your way above him, straddling his hips. “Why hello there, My Love,” you smiled warmly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Hello there, Sweetling,” his hands gripped your hips, the electricity pulsing from your body didn’t affect him, simply surrounding you both as the winds started to pick up. Light kisses became needier, heated. “I’m yours,” he pledged in a soft voice.

“And I’m yours. Forever, mo chridhe,” You smiled warmly, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulled you close to kiss again. Your hands ran through his hair, moaning softly as he nipped at your bottom lip. Electric pulsing came from a source that was not your powers, euphoria as flashes of other memories swept along like a coursing river.

Picking flowers in a meadow, laying amongst the lavender.

Lying beside a fire, warm hands around your body, pulling you closer by your hips.

Handmaking candles in preparation for the winters, lining your coats with furs, placing new fur blankets on the bed.

Your back arching, fingers gripping those same furs as you cried out.

Murmurs of spells and enchantments, healings.

Whispers with sour tones behind your back. Witch. Devil’s Spawn.

As quickly as the wave of memories turned changed, they quickly turned back to icy blue eyes. Eyes and arms that pulled you in, kissed your head and lips that said they loved you. James. Bucky.

“This isn’t real, Little Witch,” He gently cupped your face in his hands. “This isn’t real, it’s time to go,” He whispered.

“I don’t want to go again, James. I don’t want to lose you again,” you murmured, closing your eyes as you leaned against his hands.

“Don’t you remember, Theo? You found me again, I won’t let you get away that easy.” Your eyes fluttered open, deep blue ice pulling you back into the bright room. You noticed it was an older room, seemingly of a log cabin. You’ve been here before, but you couldn’t quite remember when. “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I thought you said it was time to go?” You looked back at him, nuzzling deeper into his warm arms. Something about that seemed wrong.

He smiled warmly, tilting your chin up to look at him, affection burning in his eyes, “It is, but I’ll be right there when you open your eyes. I’ll be your anchor in the light, you’ve always been the Good Witch, now it’s my turn to guide you to light magic. We’ll go together.”

“Promise?” Your voice showed exactly how terrified you were.

“Promise, Sweetling.” He smiled, kissing your temple affectionately, “You won’t be alone. Now, wake up.”

You gasped awake, eyes wide, shaking. Bucky was sitting up above you, wide eyes and trying to calm you. His mouth was moving, and you absentmindedly felt his hands gently holding your face. Your senses seemed to flood you at once, the bile rising in your throat, terror filling your body as Bucky’s words finally registered in your brain.

“There you go, baby girl, breathe with me. In, out, just like that,” following his words your trembling soon stopped, and you let your eyes close, trusting in the man in front of you. Sighing softly, he pressed his thumbs against your cheeks, and you were surprised to find that it came back wet. You were crying. God, you felt kinda pathetic but being in his arms made you feel safe. “You alright now?” He asked softly, your only response being a small nod. You couldn’t even remember why you were crying.

You moved closer, leaning against him on the bed again. “The memories… They’re coming faster than I can stop them.”

“What did you see?” His voice was soft, still cradling you close, not willing to let you go so easily.

“Doesn’t matter too much,” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t notice you blushing as you recalled the moonlit ritual with him.

“Does it? Or are you too embarrassed to say it?” He teased, tilting your head up to look at him, you were curled up in his arms, both of your arms secure against your chest.

“Rituals in the light of the full moon,” you swallowed thickly, steeling your courage. “Using sex magic for bigger spells,” you murmured.

His cheeks flushed pink but kept on grinning, clearly enjoying your shyness. “Is that it, Little Witch?”

“Mostly flashes of random moments,” You paused, becoming more serious, “I hate how none of them connect, it’s all a bunch of random pieces of string in a cobweb…”

“Or a really fucked up jigsaw.” He gently laid you back down across the soft blankets, laying beside you. “I understand that more than you think.”

You moved closer, gently rubbing your nose against his, allowing your eyes to close as you pressed a kiss to his head, letting his head rest at the top of your sternum. “I want to remember you, all of you. You’ve always been there, in the back of my head for years and I haven’t even noticed. You’ve always been a part of me,” you gulped faintly as his nose pressed lightly against your collarbone, grazing past the skin there, lips dotting small kisses along the exposed flesh above your mint charm necklace.

“I used to wonder why I was obsessed with honey. Sam used to tease me that there was no pleasing me,” he continued pressing kisses up your skin, “No matter what honey I tried, I never liked it, it was never right. Now I know it’s because,” he paused at your pulse point, teasingly licking up the thin cords of your neck that shielded your arteries from exposure. The attention made you keen, a faint whimper escaping your lips; one you instantly regretted as you felt his responding smirk against your skin. “Your scent is the honey I was missing. My mate’s scent,” he murmured, placing a possessive kiss just below your ear.

“Mate?” you whispered, the question at the forefront of your mind promptly evaporating the second he started to suck gently on your pulse point, fangs brushing against the skin without breaking it.

“Mine,” his voice was at a near growl, which sent a warm spark directly to your core.

“Make me remember, mo chridhe,” you weren’t quite sure where that phrase kept coming from, an underlining need to say it, but you decided not to question it. “Please-“ your pleas died off with a small breathy moan as his kisses moved up just far enough to suck a line of hickeys right under your jaw.

“Gladly, Sweetlin’ I’d do anything for ya,” as his voice got huskier, his accent started to slip in. He rolled a bit of his weight onto you, moving his lips higher again to claim yours. He was dominating, just a level below overwhelming; too much without being too much.

As your lips are being kissed, very thoroughly mind you, his hands start to push up your shirt, a random button down you happened to have on a chair earlier and Nat must have put on you while you were passed out. Must have had blood on the other shirt.

Your skin was heating up, your hands finding their way onto his body. One hand pressed against his abdomen, nails scratching faintly, enjoying the little groan he would give you in response. The other hand in his thick curls, finding purchase in them as you arched faintly against his touch.

“Bucky?” you murmured, biting your lip as you pressed your forehead against his. “Bite me,” you paused before adding in a soft voice, “Claim me.”

He pulled away, icy blue eyes wide, voice hoarse, “How do you know about vampire claims?” It was a little archaic, but a vampire could claim another nocturnal, and sometimes even humans. It wasn’t painful per se, but it would be for life.

“When I was doing research into vampires, I read it in one of the older texts.” You whispered, suddenly nervous. “Y-you don’t have-“

“No, no, Sweetling,” his hands pulled away from your hips, tenderly holding your face in his palms. “I just want you to be sure. Being Bound to each other is one thing, we cannot control that, but Claiming? It’d be forever, no one would come near you,” his thumbs gently rubbed circles into your cheeks, eyes watching your response carefully.

“I know… I’m yours, remember? Forever,” you placed your hands on top of his, pressing a soft kiss against his fingertips.

His face softened, his thumb running along the seam of your lips, his eyes glancing down before focusing on your eyes again. “And I am yours,” he agreed, smiling faintly. “I remember…. Are you sure you want this, Little Witch? You don’t have to let the past define you - define us.”

“I’m sure. The past isn’t making this decision for me, Bucky. Our past brought me to you, but I fell in love with this version of you. I love every form and every part of James Buchanan Barnes.”

“God, I love you,” he confessed before pushing forward and kissing you. Desperate as he kissed you deeper, demanding in his ministrations. You pushed his hands back onto your hips, your own hands quickly finding their way back to his hair, tugging him closer as you moaned softly against his lips. He groaned softly, his hand gripping your thigh and pulling it over his waist.

Lips breaking apart for breath, voice hoarse and gasping pleas. He simply smirked in response, your hands moving past his shoulders to tug his shirt up. He pulled away, sitting up, chuckling as you whimpered softly from the loss. “Patience, baby,” he teased, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. You blinked a few times, your brain connecting to your body again before pulling your own shirt off, looking up at him shyly. He ran his hands down your sides, before tugging your hips closer to where he was kneeling on the bed. “If you want to stop, just say the word,” he leaned over you, foreheads pressed together as he kissed you again, this time softer, with more reverence.

“I want this, I want you. Don’t stop, Angel Eyes,” you murmured against his lips, eyes fluttering closed with a small moan as his hands ran up against your inner thighs, pushing them apart.

“Gladly, Sweetlin’” his touch was teasing, but his hand soon moved right over your throbbing core, making you gasp softly. He dragged your shorts and panties off with one tug, throwing them aside hastily before his fingers returned to your folds, teasing as he spread your slick around. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

He pressed harder against your clit, rubbing small circles there making you cry out. “Ye-yes! All… all for you,” your hips jerked against his hand, choking out a moan as the pleasure started to electrify every nerve in your body.

“Is that right? How bad do you want me, Little Witch?” You whimpered softly, your mind swirling, unable to fully formulate a response. Your hand gripped his wrist, writhing under his touch as his hands started to tease your entrance. “Answer me, baby,” he warned against your ear, thoroughly enjoying your squirming. He kissed down your neck, taking his time teasing your skin with his teeth. Your hands quickly gripped onto your comforter, toes curling as he kitten licked your nipple, lips attaching to it before sucking harshly.

“So- ah! So bad!” You cried out, breathy moans escaping your lips as he slid two fingers into you.

He pumped them in and out slowly before curling them against your walls, smirking against the skin of your collarbone as you practically wept. “There it is,” he marveled, soon pumping his fingers faster against that spot, his thumb rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves as he sped up.

The knot in your stomach tightened, your heart fluttering as you neared your edge. “Please, James. Please,” you practically begged, not noticing his smirk as he watched you squirm for him, his free hand pressed against your stomach to keep your hips from moving.

“That’s it, Sweetlin’, let go, I’ve got you,” his hand pushed your hips down as you arched against him, the show of strength adding to the building ecstasy. The knot snapped, sending you into euphoria as you moaned his name. Electricity ran up your spine and down your arms, gripping onto him as little sparks surrounded you.

He watched you in awe, slowing his hand once you squirmed away from his hand from the overstimulation. He chuckled, pulling away from you as your eyes opened. You groaned, the first sight you saw being him sucking his fingers clean. You tried catching your breath, pushing off of your elbows to sit up, grabbing onto his jeans and pulling him close with it, attacking him in a heated kiss.

Your hands immediately went to the button of the jeans, practically ripping it off as you unzipped them. “Off. Now,” you gasped against his lips. He nodded, obliging as he pushed his knees up off the bed to stand, scrambling out his jeans and boxers. You bit your lip, smirking as you watched him trip over himself. He froze, unsure if he should continue, giving you the ‘deer in headlights’ look. You sat up on your knees, pulling him closer and using his surprise to push him down onto the bed, putting yourself on top of him. “Need you now, babe,” you murmured. Straddling his hips, you kissed him deeply as he lined himself up.

Slowly lowing yourself down onto him, you moaned, feeling the stretch of his length. He wasn’t small by any means, so you slowed down, whimpering softly as your hips met his, his length fully seated in you. “F-fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, his hands gripping onto your hips. You preened at the praise, taking a moment with him bottomed out, adjusting to his thick length.

“So do you,” you lean your forehead against his, pressing kisses across his face as you softly rock your hips. You moved slowly, lacing your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, your other hand gripping onto his shoulder as you raised your hips a little faster. You dug your nails into the thick cords of his muscles, moaning as you moved. His hips bucked up against yours, making you basically mewl out, “Fuck.” You whimpered, your eyes closing as he fixed his stance, continuing to meet your hips thrust for thrust as you rode him. “Couldn’t just let me be in control, huh?” you teased, circling your hips against his.

He chuckled, gripping your hips to still you. “Bold of you to assume you’re in charge here,” your eyes opened in slight surprise, a chill going up your spine as you realized his eyes were a mix of his witch and vampire sides, red with a golden ring around them. He took charge, slamming his hips up, making you yelp as the pleasure spread at the rough display, both arms around his neck holding on for dear life. You most definitely didn’t mind this side of him. “You take me so well, such a good girl,” the praise sends your head spinning, a fact he locked away in his head for later. “Fuck, Sweetling,” He groans loudly as he grips you tighter, using the angle to pound up into you.

“Fuck, ple-please,” your voice died off as he continued, in total control of your pleasure. One hand was wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as he moved harder, his length pressing against sensitive nerve endings you didn’t even know existed. His other hand slid between your bodies, roughly circling your clit, making your body seize up, clenching around him.

“Cum for me, Sweetling,” his voice was husky, lips pressed below your ear, “Then I’ll Claim you,” he promised, his own moan cutting his voice off.

You could only reply in breathless whimpers and mewls, brutal yet beautiful bliss overwhelming your body as the familiar knot in your stomach snapped again. He licked right over your pulse point, his hips stuttering a bit as he praised you, “That’s it,” he practically snarled against your skin.

Just as the pleasure started to die down, you felt his fangs brush against your skin. You relaxed in his arms, perfectly boneless. “Come on, Bucky. Cum for me,” you nuzzled your nose under his ear, “Please,” you groaned quietly, one hand tugging lightly on his hair.

His growled softly, fangs bared before they sunk into your lifeline just as he came hard. You cried out, the bite sent euphoric sparks down your neck and spine, pooling at your core and lighting up your brain which sent you gasping and crying out into another orgasm. It was completely different from the last time Bucky fed on you.

Just like that, you felt something snap inside of you, the hole you felt in your chest all your life shifted, filling. The yearning gone, filled instead with contentment and consuming bliss. You could feel and hear Bucky whimper against your neck as he pulled away, hips slowing until they stilled. He still held you close, gently licking the mark on your neck, cleaning off your blood as the wound closed while you mewled softly.

You both just held onto each other, catching your breath, gladly pressed into each other. “Did you feel that too?” You whispered once your breathing became normal again.

He pulled away slowly, a small sheen of sweat on his skin but he was grinning at you. “I did… I think my vampire side is a little happy I claimed you,” he teased.

You blushed but couldn’t help your little smile. “I concur,” you joked, kissing him softly. The heat and passion from earlier dwindling down, both of you sated. He held onto your hips, turning and laying you both down on the bed again, holding you close, unwilling to let you go just yet. “Ya know, we didn’t get much talking done.”

His eyes lit up as he laughed, grinning as he kissed your temple. “I don’t think your Coven will mind much. Now rest, Sweetling,” he pushed a curl of hair behind your ear, tenderly holding you. Your legs curled between his, your body tucked into his broad chest, letting his scent mixed with the smell of sex surround you.

“You too, mo chridhe,” you smiled warmly, holding yourself close together as you let sleep take both of you into the depths of darkness.

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jkoojeon · 5 years ago

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Sun and Moon ch 2

tags: wolf au, angst, smut (future chapters), violence, very fluffy

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4.1k

a/n: sorry this took so long fkjsdfdsjksjdflkj. but I think I figured out how to tag ppl so if you wanna get tagged, then pls tell me ;) btw, this is not edited, lmaoo

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You sit quietly in the passenger seat, looking out the window as you lightly tap on it with your finger. Taehyung is next to you driving to your mate’s house, where you will be staying for well...a long time. You watch as the trees wisp by as you go a bit deeper in the territory. Jungkook’s house is quite secluded and a bit far from town.

Wow, you know the territory is large but you didn’t know it’s this large. How relaxing it must be to run between the trees while feeling the wind brushing through your fur? All worries coming out to chase you as you run away from them, temporary not having to deal with them.

Taehyung glances at you continuously. Weird how he doesn’t know what to say. Usually, when he meets you, you’re the one who sparks up a conversation, always beating him to it. Now you’re staring blankly outside with no intention to talk. He thinks you’re overwhelmed, which he doesn’t blame you, he would be too if he is in your position. Leaving home to join an unfamiliar pack, finding your mate who is a freaking alpha, and becoming luna. All in less than a week. He doesn’t like the awkward atmosphere in the car. So now he’s the first one to spark up a conversation, also trying to lessen your worries.

“You know, Jungkook is not a bad guy everyone says he is.”

You pause, your finger is pressing against the window. Your eyes fall down at the window sill.

“No, I don’t know that,” you mutter quietly, but Taehyung caught that. He chuckles. Even if you’re being so quiet, you’re still sassy.

“They’re just being dramatic. Sure he is stubborn, hard-headed, and sometimes rude, but he’s a good person. He cares about this pack a lot, even if there are many wolves who are annoying. Especially when it comes to mate, he will do anything to keep you happy. If what happened earlier doesn’t show it, then I don’t know what will. God, he looked so fucking happy and sappy that it’s kinda gross.”

You think back, recalling the event that was taken place about 30 minutes ago. It was like a spark ignited in you. Like he awakened something that was in a deep and long slumber. He made you feel safe. All of your worries and uneasiness was gone, and you didn’t think about anything but Jungkook. However, now you can’t deny the aching presence. You haven’t gotten over your heartbreak. Can you love another? The painful yearning is still there.

Taehyung glances at you again, seeing you are deep in thought. “Y/N,” he calls, making you turn your head at him. He looks back to the front and continues to drive. “Mates are for life. The soul can’t deny it. Rejecting a mate is nearly impossible because of the strong bond that makes them gravitate to each other. Finding your mate is a fulfillment, having your life completed. No longer you will be alone or afraid because he’s here for you to share and take the burden off your shoulders. He understands you better than you understand yourself. He’s your umbrella when everything comes raining down.”

Your throat is being blocked by the urge to cry, but you hold it down. “I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t afraid. I had an umbrella,” you mutter, but Taehyung heard that.

“Past tense, Y/N. That umbrella is broken now, it has holes. You need to get a new one, and there’s one perfectly in front of you.”

“But how can I just move on? I love him and I don’t think I will ever stop,” you choke and look away, not wanting him to see you cry even though he saw it a bunch of times.

“Time will tell. You just have to trust him and learn.” He ends the conversation when he pulls up to a large driveway. You look outside, already amazed by the mansion in front of you. It’s big, outside made out of wood and bricks with large windows, and you can see inside of it. It looks at home. “We’re here.”

You get out of the car, and so does Taehyung. He goes to the trunk to get your things. You follow him up the steps and when you enter the building, Jungkook’s scent instantly wafts up to your nose. You take a deep breathe, collecting his scent in your lungs before letting it out. The place is saturated with his scent, and it’s making you drunk and woozy.

The mansion is so rustic and open. It’s calming, relaxing, and comfortable. You’re amazed at how beautiful and bright it is. You can see yourself enjoying the winter season. Imagining wearing an oversized sweater, drinking hot chocolate, sitting by the fireplace, and watching a movie, all possible with Jungkook beside and holding you.

Your heart skips a beat and your stomach churns in a pleasant way.

And if you happen to fall asleep on his shoulder, he would turn the movie off then gently carry you to your shared room. He would place you under the covers and slide in with you. He would hold you close so that you won’t shiver from the winter chill, sharing his heat with you. Then he would kiss you on your forehead and say ‘good-night’.

Suddenly, you lightly smack your cheeks with both of your palms, cupping them and feeling the heat of your skin. What were you just thinking now? Were you just fantasizing about Jungkook? But he’s your mate so it’s completely normal to do so. But you love someone else, so how can you? How can you think about another man so easily?

You see Taehyung walking upstairs with your bag in his hand. You follow him up, thinking he’s taking you to your room you will be staying at.

“Jungkook probably wants you to stay in his room. It only makes sense since you both are mates,” Taehyung emphasizes the last word then peers over his shoulder to see your face, looking for a reaction. It’s like you don’t hear him because you’re too busy taking in every detail of your mate’s bedroom.

The room is at the end of the house. His large bed with black sheets is against the wall in the middle of the room. Across from the bottom of the bed is the large window which the top of it is slanted against the slope of the ceiling. There is a medium-sized t.v. hanging on the wall. One side of the wall has an open fireplace with a single cushion couch and a small round table in front of it. There are three other doors in the room. One leads to his bathroom, the other is his closet, and the last one leads to a balcony. There is a very large painting on the wall, above his bed, directly across from the big window. It’s a painting of a black wolf sitting in a part of the woods with the full moon shining behind it. It so beautiful that you can’t help but to stare at it, mesmerized. You can see when nightfall comes, the moonlight will be shining through the window and on to the painting beautifully.

“The wolf in that paining is Jungkook, you know?” Taehyung says as he puts your bag down. He chuckles as your mouth opens and he can’t tell if it’s out of shock or from being entranced, maybe both.

“That’s him?” You are asking mostly for yourself. He’s so beautiful. The soft-looking full fur that resembles night. This form contrasts the color of the moon, bringing out his beauty. And his dark and deep blue eyes that are staring right at you is enough to make your breath hitch. Just imagine seeing his wolf in person.

“I will let you settle down before I take you back to Joy and Irene.”

As much you love your best friends and wanted to stay with them before coming here, you change your mind. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of this house. Weird as it sounds, you want to stay here for a bit longer to explore the house and maybe learn about your mate a bit. It almost feels like you belong here. To the point, you can say you’re at home. And, you also don’t want to face them because you are a hundred percent sure you’re going to get an ear from them from the time-stopping event you had with Jungkook. Their teasing is going to be inevitable so you want to avoid it for as long as you can.

“Can I stay here? I’m tired and I want to rest,” you say and let out a tired sigh. Taehyung smirks. You didn’t have to lie to him to stay here. He knows you’re not tired, because since when do you get tired? You have the most uncontrollable energy he has ever seen and dealt with. He sees the look on your face and it's filled with ease and comfort. You could’ve said you don’t want to go because you are comfortable in Jungkook’s house and don’t want to be away from his scent. But no, you’re pride is too great for you to admit that. He knows you all too well.

“Okay then,” he whistles, “I’ll tell Jungkook you want to stay at his house for the rest of the day.” You blush out of nowhere. His smirk gets bigger. He has a sudden urge to continue to tease you. “He’ll be exhilarated to that you’re here waiting for him to come home and that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here...in his own home. Like a wife waiting for his husband.” Taehyung almost laughs when he sees your entire face beating red. He’s doing this on purpose, and you hate him for it.

You swiftly turn around, showing him your back, embarrassed. “Go away.” You squeak. Taehyung couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. God, you want to punch his face.

“Alright, I’ll leave now. I’ll see you later,” he lets out a chuckle, ending his laugh. But then he pauses, “Are you going to be alright alone?” You nod. He hesitates before leaving.

When you hear him walk out the front door, you let out a sigh. You put your hand over your thumping heart. You can actually feel it beating against your chest.

“Oh my lord,” you mutter to yourself.

The whole house is quiet. Since Jungkook is most likely won’t be home for a long time, you decide to get familiarize with his house.

You walk out of his room and enter the other rooms. He has many guest rooms. You count four. And there are three guest bathrooms. Each room is different, having a theme of its own. There is nothing fancy in them, they all just have the essentials; bed, dresser, and so on. You’re kind of glad that you’re staying in Jungkook’s room. Not because he’s your mate or whatever. But because it’s not as empty as the other rooms. You can distract yourself in his room. And, you have to admit, it’s kinda comfortable and warm.

You open the door to another room, which is not a guest bedroom, but an office. You flick the lights on. The smell of wood hits your nose. The large, red mahogany desk is the first thing you see. There’s a computer sitting near the corner and a large desk calendar laying in the middle of the desk. A leather black hair is neatly tucked behind the desk. Large bookshelves cover the wall across from you and adjacent from it. It’s filled with books, photos frames, and some kick-knacks. There is this large fern at the corner of the room. A coffee table with a three-cushion and single cushion couches several feet from the desk. There is a landscape painting of a lake and mountains with a grown white-tailed deer drinking from it hanging next to the door.

This is very different from the office from the old house you stayed out. It’s like night and day. The other office is modern and sleek, while Jungkook’s is homey and rustic.

What catches your eye is the camera sitting on top of his desk. Curiously, you make your way to it. You always had a hobby of taking pictures. When you’re bored, you just go outside and take pictures of the sceneries and animals. A lot of times you take pictures of your friends, keeping them as memories.

You turn on the camera and go to the gallery. You awe at the beautiful photos of nature. There is a photo of a rabbit nibbling on grass. Photos of pretty flowers. Photos of landscapes. There is even a photo of the full moon shining its glory. You continue going through the photos. Soon, you hit the memories. There are photos of people and wolves together laughing and smiling. They must be the pack. There are photos of pups running around. There is even one cutely sitting with its tail up and head tilted to the side. You can’t help but smile how cute the pup is.

The next photo knocks a breath out of you, literally. You were not expecting it. Your heart races at the man in the photo. It’s a photo of Jungkook sitting in front of the campfire wearing a gray hoodie with black jeans. He’s laughing. His head is slightly tilted down. Small crinkles decorate around his crescent-shaped eyes. Soft pink lips stretched wide, showing his joy and pearly teeth. His cheeks lifted up in delight, and you can kind of see tiny dimples appearing near his mouth. He looks absolutely lovely, and it makes you unconsciously smile.

Without looking, you slowly walk out of the room and go back to Jungkook’s room, taking the camera with you and still staring at the photo of Jungkook. You study every detail, burning it to your mind, and still smiling wide throughout.

When you got to your room you decide to change first. You switch from your jeans and shirt to sweatpants and an old oversized black shirt. You take the camera with you and then slip under the covers. Your body is tired so you want to relax for the rest of the day, doing absolutely nothing but going through the photos.

You don’t realize it but you’re laying on Jungkook’s side of the bed. The side that he always lay on and keep the other empty, waiting for his mate to lay by him. But Jungkook’s side is warm, and his scent is unconsciously drawing you in. It’s more fluffy and comfy on his side.

You feel as ease laying on your side with your head on his used up pillow, tucked underneath the blanket with it over half your head, looking at his photos, and being surrounded by his scent. You feel so secure and comfortable that your thoughts are not making themselves known and taunting your mind. It’s like someone is building a barrier behind you, shielding you away from the dark part of your heart.

Slowly, you start to fall into slumber.

Jungkook is shaking his leg under the desk impatiently. His hands are clasped together and over his mouth, staring at the man speaking. His face is wiped off of any expression. God, nobody might notice, but he is trying so damn hard to pay attention to the meeting. How can a meeting be so long and boring?

He has never been like this before, unfocused and dazed. His mind wanders off to you, and he lost count on how many times that happened. Ever since he met you, he can’t stop thinking about your face, your voice, and the future you both are going to share. And after what Taehyung told him, that you’re waiting for him at home, he feels like his head is going to explode.

It’s been hours since he last saw you and he can’t wait just to be with you again. But he doesn’t want to show any emotion in front of his pack since he’s a composed and cool alpha. So he sits there, trying to listen to the meeting.

Soon, the meeting comes to an end.

“Any questions?” Jungkook asks, praying that there are no questions. They all look at their alpha.

Taehyung, in particular, has noticed Jungkook daydreaming throughout the whole meeting. Of course, he knows, he fucking knows everything. He decides to test his theory. He slowly starts to raise his hand and open his mouth, and immediately, Jungkook glares deadly at him, silently daring him to ask a question. Taehyung snorts, holding his laughter and puts his hand down. Jungkook is not going to live this down.

“Alright, you all can go home. It’s getting pretty late.” Jungkook says as he tries not to run out of the room.

Jungkook opens the door to his house. A faint scent lingers in the air, and he instantly knows it’s you. Your scent never left his mind and it only intensifies when he can smell you in his room.

He puts his keys and wallet on the small table by the door before taking his shoes off. He then rushes upstairs, following your scent to your room.

There is silence behind the door. Jungkook doesn’t hear anything so he focuses his ears. That’s when he hears your soft and slow breathing, indicating that you’re asleep. Carefully and quietly, he opens the door. His eyes land on the small bump on his bed.

Your back is faced him. The top of your head can be seen while the blanket covers the rest of your body. You’re curled underneath the warm blanket like a little baby, peacefully sleeping. The blanket rises and falls at each breath you take.

Jungkook feels his heart swell. He lets out an adoring sigh at the sight of you. He notices that you’re sleeping on his side of the bed and that only makes his heart want to combust. He walks to you. He doesn’t want to bother you but he can’t help the urge to see you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he cautiously brings the blanket down to your shoulders. His face softens and shoulders relax.

Wow.

His mate. His girl. His whole world.

The one who he is going to pamper and love. The one who is going to listen to all his troubles. The one who is going to comfort him. The one who is going to shower him with affection. The one who is going to have eyes only for him. The one who he is going to start a family with. The one who he is going to protect. The one who is going to be with him for eternity.

Jungkook lifts his hand to stroke your cheek with the back of it gently, all while smiling at you.

Something in his peripheral vision catches his eyes. He looks to the side to see his camera slipping out of your fingers. He lets out a chuckle, assuming you were curious and went through his photos.

Almost always, Jungkook gets possessive of his things and doesn’t like anyone touching anything that’s his, especially if its food. Like that one time when Taehyung came over and raided his fridge or when he accidentally stole one of his shirts when he slept over. Let’s just say, Jungkook was not happy.

But now, somehow, he doesn’t feel any anger or annoyance. Instead, he likes it. He likes that you were going through his photos. That means that you want to know about him, so you went to look at his memories. You can use all his stuff all you want and he would be happy. Maybe he’s not pissed because he was waiting for someone like you to share his things with. Like he kept all his stuff to himself for you to use with him.

Jungkook takes his camera then turns it on. The first thing that pops us is a photo of him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon smiling at the beach. You’ve gotten quite far in his gallery. He exits the gallery to take a photo.

Putting the camera up to his eye, he points the lens at you. He angles it to capture your beauty. When the shutter goes off, he inspects the photo.

Just how your breath was taken away at his photo, the same thing goes for him. His mouth parts and eyes gazing in admiration. He can clearly see the moonlight shining through his large window and down to you, creating a soft glow around you. You look like an angel. His angel.

Suddenly, Jungkook picks up on your racing heart. He puts down the camera then frowns. Your fingers twitch as your lips tugs downwards. A tiny whimper leaves your mouth. Your legs start to kick as if you’re trying to get away from something. You’re having a nightmare.

This makes him alert. He scoots his body up to the bed then turn you to lay on your back. He notices the small beads of sweat forming on your forehead. He pulls the blanket down more to your waist. One of his hand goes under your head to cradle it, while the other cups your cheek as he leans down to the side of your head. He presses his lips to your earlobe.

Your hands fly and clutch on his sleeves tight. Your legs are still kicking and your whimpers are more audible. You begin to shake your head side to side, and he tries to prevent you from doing so by holding your head in place. God, he can feel the distress from you, just like in his dreams. It’s making him ache all over. His heart throbbing in pain, mirroring yours, and he wants nothing but to make it go away. You start to cry, and he feels your tears slipping between your cheek and palm. Your fingernails are leaving marks on his arms through the fabric.

“Baby, Honey,” he calls softly right into your ear, hoping that his voice will reach to you. “I’m here. I’m right here. It’s okay now. Nothing is going to hurt you. Open your eyes. I’m right here.” And it does reach to you.

Your chest starts to heave up and down slowly, catching your breath. Your body is starting to relax from under him as you can feel his warmth and security radiating to you. Your grip on him loosens and your legs cease its kicks. You stop your tears from flowing as your eyes open, vision a bit blurred.

You look to the side to see his head pressing against yours. You feel his breathing against your skin as he continues to talk to calm you down. His deep and sweet voice filling your mind, distracting you from everything. You run your hand down his arm and to his wrist where it is cupping your cheek with his thumb tenderly stroking it.

Jungkook pulls back after feeling you relax. One look of your glassy eyes and hurt expression, he wants to rip his heart out of his chest and throw it away, not wanting to feel it throbbing anymore.

You look into his eyes, and the emotion swimming in them makes you want to cry again. The lump in your throat growing. Fear, sorrow, tenderness, longing, and pain all are present in him. You never felt to care for in your life. You never felt so guard in your life. Not even when you were with him, the cause of your pain.

In Jungkook’s arm, under him, it's like a wall blocking every little thing from getting to you, so that it’s only you and him. And you want to feel this way forever. You want to be with him, to be protected, and to be loved. You just want it to be only you and Jungkook in the world where nobody, nothings, and no words can come and attack you both. Just him. Just with him.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper, voice croaking out. Jungkook takes his hand from under your head to brush away the stray hairs in front of your face.

He shakes his head, looking straight at you, showing you every emotion he feels for you. “I’m not. I won’t ever leave you,” he whispers back. He then crawls over you to get to the other side of the bed. You watch him as he slips under the blanket then scoot close to you. You don’t think of anything as you also scoot to him and wrap your arms around him.

You let out a sigh in content, being buried in his chest and in his strong arms, inhaling his scent, comforting you to no end.

Maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to find another umbrella just like what Taehyung told you. And there’s one right here giving you its handle.

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mysterylover123 · 5 years ago

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BNHA Rewatch: Two Heroes

mysterylover123

And before we start Season 3, one more road stop: The Big Freaking Movie, Two Heroes, last year’s surprise anime blockbuster and HeroAca’s first excursion onto the big screen. Time to share my thoughts and rewatch this very entertaining film!

We open with bald eagles, deserts, and cowpoke themes, to make sure we know we’re in America. We fly into “California” which looks more like Las Vegas (not really complaining, I loooove that they picked my hometown state for this) to find young, white schlera eye-having All Might and his hunky bro David Shield kicking ass and taking names. My state’s name, to be precise.

Some exposition follows, basically recapping the premise of HeroAca, as I’m reminded of what a stroke of genius Hori had when he decided to make the MC an easy expositor thanks to his geeky knowledge of all things Hero. Deku will always be Captain Exposition.

Melissa! She’s fun and adorable and amazing, and I just love that the first HeroAca movie chooses to focus on a geeky, kind and energetic lady.

Deku looking back and forth between Melissa’s breasts and All Might’s crotch belt is peak Bi energy.

I’m so jealous that Melissa gets to touch Deku’s hand.

Melissa describing All Might as someone David ‘loves’ is just throwing away all pretence of his heterosexuality, if it ever existed. How the hell did this guy end up with a kid?

Deku blushing around and enthusing over both Melissa and David is max bi energy.

Uraraka’s Annoying Crush Counter: 5

But I’m glad the girls are here! The Bones animators clearly know well what the fanbase wants to see, choosing to give all 6 class 1-A girls at least a cameo in the film, and three of them involved in the main plot. I especially love that, despite being initially pitted against each other, Uraraka and Melissa develop a bit of a womance in the film. OchaLissa ship!

My one major regret about this film is that Mineta is included in the Main Cast. I wish either Mina or Tsuyu had come along for the ride instead - one, they’re better, more lovable characters who could do the same job he does, and two, then we’d have a nearly gender-even cast! (6 Boys: Deku, Katsuki, Tenya, Shoto, Kiri, Kaminari; 5 Girls: Ochaco, Momo, Jiro, Melissa, Mina or Tsu).

Kacchan makes his appearance! This bit was leaked online before the film’s release and drew quite a lot of ire from BKDK shippers and Bakugo fans. I’m mostly annoyed that Deku is acting OOC here; this is Post-Final Exam Deku, post Hero Killer Deku. Would the guy who punched All Might in the face and Bakugo in the face and the Hero Killer in the face be cowering in fear behind Iida, the guy whose life he saved, from the guy he, only a few weeks ago, punched in the face?! Badass Deku Rights!

Ooh a wild Todobaku moment! I always love when they bicker. Or rather, Katsuki bickers and Shoto ignores him.

OH NO you cannot slap me with the Ingenium OST theme and hardcore feels out of nowhere! God this scene is heartbreaking. I love, however, the cut to the whole of Class 1-A and Melissa when they talk about the future.

AH Bakugo’s feet! Why are we staring up his crotch? So this movie has a lot of KiriBaku scenes, and I should probably talk about them a little, since their friendship is a big deal in S3. They’re the only major HeroAca ship I’ve never shipped as a romantic pairing, per se. Like, in this scene, I see Kiri as Katsuki’s wingman, his bro, the guy who teases him about his obvious feelings from someone, not as the guy he has feelings for.

And for Kiri’s sake, I kinda dislike making him basically Bakugo’s sidekick. He willingly hangs out with the guy, when he wants to, in canon, he doesn’t follow him around and become the butt of the joke, and he has lots of other relationships in canon to draw from, so this dynamic between them doesn’t appeal to me.

Melissa being a quirkless kid like Deku is a great idea for the film, especially since she and David still find a way to help others. They’re a brighter image of the person Izuku could have been.

Full Gauntlet is pretty cool

Everyone dresses up pretty! The movie suits/dresses are awesome and (almost) everyone looks great. Why Deku is wearing a baggy zoot-suity mess is beyond me, but hey, he sheds it pretty quickly so I’m not complaining.

If by ‘female assassin’ you mean Beauty Queen. Jiro is gorgeous.

OK the plot ensues! Darn, I could’ve easily enjoyed a movie that was just everyone hanging out and goofing off...ah well, I still love what we got.

This villain does what neither Tomura nor All for One could ever do! Subdue All Might! My god he’s a criminal mastermind!

Deku wants to help, and everyone but Shoto basically piles on the bandwagon afterwards. “And me!” “And me!” “Me too!” “And Me” “Nobody cares Mineta.” I like how they bring up the Powers dilemma, since that’s a big deal in Season 3.

I was pretty impressed by the amount of level grinding our heroes had to do to make it to the top floor. 200 freaking floors, that’s impressive.

Todoroki saved Bakugo! Yay! BTW I love all the tactical planning stuff in this portion, and how lots of characters get to contribute.

10 little superheroes, trying to save the day. Two got lost and then there were eight.

8 little superheroes, escaping from the garden. One saved the others and then there were seven.

7 little superheroes running against the sea, four were trapped by robots and then there were three. (i don’t count mineta).

Three little superheroes, reached the top and flew; one had to float them so then there were two. (she’s fine, Bakugo saved her. Save to win!)

Two little superheroes, faced with a gun. One fell out the window and then there was - never mind, she saved him, he’s fine.

That was fun. Anyway, to sum, the group gets split up as they work to get to the top, leaving only Deku and Melissa to reach the final boss dungeon. Highlights include the usual Kamijiro bantering, Todobaku making an awesome combat move, Uraraka standing against the coming onslaught of robots in a weirdly dramatic scene, and Reciproburst.

Dislikes include Kirishima being portrayed as not much use and kind of stupid (c’mon, he can do better than that!) and Uraraka not getting to kick any real ass other than floating Melissa and Deku.

So we make it to Dramatic Plot Twist Tower and find out that David set up the whole thing. I joke, but I actually didn’t see this coming the first time around and was genuinely surprised. I also think it fits really well with the story they’re telling here: about trying to hold onto the past and forgetting to look to the future. I usually measure good plot twists in terms of how they change the story, characters and themes, and this one does.

On the other hand, Sam betraying him is just kind of silly. “Oh no, not...that guy!”

The villain being named Wolfram makes me wonder if there are any secret Buffyverse fans on Bones’ writing staff. With the next movie’s villain be named Hart?

I love how Melissa is a quirkless character who gets to save the day every bit as much as the powered ones. Also, Deku is freaking awesome in this scene, ngl. It has vibes of his fight with Muscular, that “pinned by an unstoppable wall” thing.

And this has vibes of Deku vs Overhaul trying to save Eri. OMG S4 IS GONNA KILL ME. Anyway Deku tries really really hard to save David Shield and does lots of cool leaps and gets beaten up while doing it, enough to earn some of Wolfram’s respect, but is unable to. Fortunately...

Watashi Ga Kita!

But then...duh duh duh! Wolfram has that power-enhancer-plot MacGuffin! Actually, it’s not a MacGuffin now, because now we the audience kind of care about it. It has weight, it’s significant. The characters care about it, but there’s more to it than just being an interchangeable object.

I LOVE how they animated the metal on this guy. That’s Metalbending. OMG.

Class 1-A showing up and kicking ass as always. I just wanna quibble for a second with how this movie uses Howitzer Impact: a giant mind-blowing explosion in manga canon, a small underwhelming fizzle here.

DUH DUH DUH DRAMATIC PLOT TWIST. Again this one floored me the first time around. My jaw actually dropped when AFO’s theme started playing. Holy crap WHAH How what how. I’m not as excited about this plot twist, as it basically just happens for the sake of being shocking, but hey, that is clearly something AFO would do, and I like seeing him and hearing his theme here anyway, so who cares. Just roll with it!

And now, the reason this movie was made and the premise behind it. We never, in the canon of the manga, actually get to see All Might and Deku fight the same villain at the same time, so the movie I think was made for that purpose: DOUBLE DELAWARE DETROIT SMASH + YSR

OH YOU SAY RUN. You could soundtrack a scene of people sitting around staring at the wall and turn it into the most epic thing ever. I will never get tired of this beautiful, peerless, impossibly good composition. And this is honestly one of my favorite YSR scenes, because dayum, you can’t get much cooler than the Double DD smash.

Visual storytelling here is on point. David Shield’s image of All Might turning into Deku is perfect.

We end on a sunrise, fittingly, and Long Hope Philia sountracked credits - with a small bit of depressing to end on, as we see David is probably gonna get arrested and All Might can’t do nothing about it.

Two Heroes is great. My quibbles with it are all minor. It’s the perfect first movie for BNHA; it is big and bombastic and action-packed, but more important, it gets what MHA is about at it’s core. BNHA is a story about the prior generation of heroes (and villains) passing the torch down to the next one. You know, like how teachers pass info onto their students in Academia. The movie gets that, and it delivers it with aplomb. It’s a great script, every scene and moment is necessary and everything happens in the right place and right order. It’s a thrill to watch, and I can’t even begin to imagine what insane stuff they’re gonna put in Movie #2 BKDK Boogaloo. Starting S3 tomorrow!

BKDK CORNER:

On a rewatch, I’m a little more OK with this scene, because Deku pretty quickly bucks up and takes the challenge - and he doesn’t exactly cower from Kacchan, Iida just gets in the way. I also love that gay sounding “Kacchan, people are watching!” line in the sub.

All of Deku’s Love interests where white flowers on their fancy wear.

NGL this is my favorite part of the movie. That is the sweetest, softest, most endearing smile Bakugo has ever had, and Todoroki seeing it and smirking is just perfect. Baku is peak Tsundere in this scene.

RANKER: The Formal Wear

Girls:

4. Momo - I like the tiara, and the dress is kind of a nice color.

3. Melissa - pretty but a little birthday cake-y.

2. Ochaco - Very cute and well-tailored. The tights really sell it.

1. Jiro - unconventional is the winner of the day here.

Boys:

6. Izuku - Deku where the f did you get that suit? Take it off, please. Why is your taste in clothing so bad.

5. Kirishima - it’s ok, but a little generic.

4. Kaminari - the waiter look isn’t half bad on him

3. Iida - sharp dressed, of course. It looks nice!

2. Todoroki - perfectly handsome, and of course his suit is white.

1. Bakugo - that vest tho. damn.

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pinkforyoongi · 7 years ago

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Single dad | Yoongi

Yoongi x reader

fluff

word count: 2090

warnings: none(?)

A/N: i’m just really Yoongspired 🤷‍♀ to those who are still waiting for their requests to be fulfilled, sorry! i’m still working on them, i’m just posting some of my drafts in the meanwhile as i’m still quite busy. i haven’t forgotten! ♥

he'd be such a hardworking dad tbh

he'd have two kids; a one year old and a three year old

both boys

and both got their daddy's looks

whenever he'd go outside with his babies he'd get so many girls and boys melting at the sight of him walking hand in hand with his older baby and the younger one cradled to his chest

grandmas love him honestly

the older boy would be so sweet and bubbly while the younger one would be shy and rarely let out a sound

however he would cry at night a lot

yoongi would often take his older son to their grandmas house so he could sleep better while he tended to the younger ones nightly cryings and needs

he'd love his kids with all he had

it was tough living with two kids as a single dad but he wasn't one to give up easily

then you'd come into picture

you'd move into an apartment right below his

a new city, new apartment, new start, new everything

you wouldn't know anyone

then randomly the day after you'd moved in you'd run into yoongi and his kiddo on the staircase

actually you'd literally run into him

you'd be looking down at your bag of dirty laundry and the next second you had walked into someone's chest 🤦

immediately you'd be like "omg omg i'm so sorry!!!"

especially when you noticed the kid holding on to his daddy's hand like his life depended on it

then you'd look up

and holy shit????

he's h o t

"no it was me, sorry"

for a sec you'd be just staring at him in a trance

until reality hit you when you saw the kid tug his dad's sleeve

yoongi would be about to walk past you and out the door but-

"wait!"

he'd turn around and stare at you expectantly

"do you happen to live here?"

"yes?"

"i was wondering where the laundry room was..... i'm new here"

yoongi would open his mouth to reply but his son would beat him to it

"daddy is on his way there too!! you could come with us :)"

"really?"

yoongi would sigh and give his son a look of "seriously?"

but then he'd give in and nod his head

"follow us"

you'd thank him loads and scurry after the two extremely cute boys

"i'm (y/n) btw"

"min yoongi"

"and who might you be?" you'd ask the baby

his eyes would light up like "omg they asked me!!! for my name!!! i like them"

he'd giddily introduce himself and shake your hand

from the inside you'd screaming bc !!! how cute !!!

yoongi would lead you to the laundry room and he would be about to leave

but he'd think "well shit they're actually nice"

so he'd turn around and be like

"hey look... i live in the apartment right above yours so if you need anything.... you know...." as he'd scratch the back of his neck

his son would just be nodding his head vigorously, agreeng like "ye :)"

you'd blush and smile at the ground and thank him

then yoongi would leave and you'd want to rip your hair out of your head because those two were so frigging adorable

every now and then you'd run into yoongi on the staircase again

or even in the laundry room

you two would have casual neighbourly conversations and sometimes when he had his kiddo with him you'd suddenly remember like "oh!! would you look at this i forgot this piece of candy in my pocket by accident!" and give it to him

the kid would basically love you already

he'd excitedly tell you he had a little brother who was very quiet but loud by night

yoongi would then worriedly ask you if you'd heard his cries at night

and you'd say no, you had always slept like a baby

pun intended

then finally you'd actually meet the baby in question

you'd be on your way to the store and yoongi would be on his way back to his apartment with his baby in his arms

before yoongi would even notice you were in the same space with him

you'd make eyecontact with his baby

and his eyes would be mesmerizing

you'd just stare at each other for a while without moving

the babies fist would be in his mouth and he would have been chewing on it

but he'd stop the second his eyes met yours

then yoongi would look up and see you

"oh hey (y/n) how are yo-"

"can i touch your baby"

"wha- uhh sure"

you'd carefully offer your finger for the baby

and like magic

he would carefully grab it and hold it

yoongi would be like !! :O !! they're communicating

and you would be

you'd smile at the baby and he'd smile back at you like you two had a connection

"nice to meet you baby"

the baby would let out a soft baby sound

by now yoongi thought you were a magician bc??? is that??? his baby??? not being shy??? in front of a stranger??????

but he wouldn’t say anything he was too scared to break any telepathy sessions you two had going on

until he’d remember he had to go pick his other kiddo up from kindergarden

and you actually had stuff to do too

so you’d awkwardly say your goodbyes

and you’d wave at his baby who’d grin at you

a few days would go by again and you don’t see yoongi or his children

you’d both be focused on your own personal and busy lives

you trying to balance studying and work

and him working and taking care of his angels as he likes to call them

then one rainy evening

you’d be studying on your laptop as per usual

when all of a sudden the electricity would go out

and just your luck your laptop would also run out of battery the exact moment

like God or some higher force had just done it on purpose

you’d throw your hands in the air in frustration, hoping your dumb laptop would have at least saved your work

you’d look around your apartment and think of a way to fix the situation

“ahh well now that the power is gone i might as well do some vacuuming”

until you’d realize vacuuming also requires electricity.....

(A/N: this has happened to me before. i’m dumb)

so you’d just sit on your couch staring at your clock with your arms crossed

after about 20 minutes of no electricity you’d give up and decide to go investigate the situation further

you’d slip your slippers on and pad your way to the staircases

when all of a sudden you’d bump into someone in the darkness

and you’d scold yourself mentally for not taking a flashlight with you

“shit, sorry” you’d mumble but before you could do anything else the stranger would grab your shoulders and you’d look up

your eyes would adjust to the darkness enough to realize it was indeed Min Yoongi

a deja vu would hit you as you’d whisper out his name and notice this time he was all by himself

you’d also notice he was slightly out of breath

“(Y/N), what happened to the power?” he’d ask in a raspy voice

your body would freeze at his tone and you’d try to open your mouth and tell him you didn’t know and was trying to figure it out but--

you’d just blink at him

by now your eyes would have adjusted to the darkness enough for you to see his features

his expression was soft, eyes unreadable

but he was looking at you

“I-......”

all of a sudden Yoongi would push your body backwards until you back would come in contact with the wall

he’s hands would be on each side of you head, blocking you between his body and the wall

your breath would be caught in your throat and adrenaline pumping into your veins

you wouldn’t know what was going on

he wouldn’t know what was going on

but something was controlling both of your bodies

the built up tension perhaps?

before you’d even know it his lips would be on yours so softly

you’d place your hand on his cheek and hold it carefully

and soon after you’d have your legs wrapped around his waist, hands behind his neck and he’d be carrying you up the stairs into his apartment, never breaking the kiss

you would be in his apartment for the first time but it was no time for a house tour, you were kinda busy doing something else wink wonk

he’d lay you down on something soft and you assumed it was his bed

which it was

he went to kiss your neck hungrily and you’d have time to think things through a bit

“yoongi” you’d whisper his name

“mm?” he’d mumble against your neck, not stopping what he was doing

“what about your kids? aren’t they home?”

it would pull at Yoongis heart strings that you were actually worried for his kids in a situation like this

“older one is at grandmas, younger one is asleep in the other room” he’d quickly explain and get back to your neck

“okay” you’d whisper back and go with the flow

...

after a while of rolling around in the sheets if you know what i mean

you’d both be laying on your backs on his bed

yoongi would be catching his breath and he’d be about to ask you something

but as he’d turn to face you he’d find your eyes closed and breathing steady

letting out a huff, he’d close his eyes and decide to drift to unconsciousness as well

but right in that instant his baby would start crying :(

he’d visibly cringe

as much as he loved his baby, he also loved to sleep during the night like normal people

and right now he was extremely tired

knowing his baby wouldn’t stop before he’d go and comfort, he’d force his body up before the baby would wake you up

the baby would be rolling around in his crib uncomfortably, crying his eyes out like he always did

Yoongi would know by now what would calm him down so instead of picking the baby up, he’d try to soothe his head softly

but just like usual, the baby wouldn’t quit crying

from the corner of his eye Yoongi would see your figure padding over to the crib

you’d crouch down in front of it and stick your finger near the baby from between the bars of the crib

as soon as he’d see your finger, he would stop crying and turn to look at it confusedly

once he’d make eye contact with you it was like you two were communicating again

Yoongi would watch in awe as you’d smile at his baby

“can I pick you up now?” you’d ask the baby and once you didn’t hear him protest you’d stand up

you’d look at Yoongi for permission and he would nod

it seemed like you knew what you were doing so he wasn’t going to stop you

you’d pick the baby up in your arms and start stroking his back soothingly

and little by little his sobs would die down

there you were and there he was

all Yoongi could do was just stare at you, cradling his baby child, wearing one of his t-shirts

??? he hadn’t even noticed you were wearing his t-shirt but??? you looked good

by now Yoongi would think you were an actual baby whisperer

but you were just you :)

“he’s never done this before”

“hm?”

“he’s never fallen asleep in someone else’s arms except for mine”

you’d then realize the baby was quiet because he had fallen asleep on you aww

a smile would spread on your face because once again you couldn’t believe how cute Min Yoongi and his kids were

after you two would be sure the baby was asleep, you’d carefully lay him back down on his crib

“sleep in my apartment tonight and i’ll make you breakfast in the morning. it’s the least i could do to thank you”

“oh no! you don’t have to, really”

“i insist :) he’s never fallen back asleep so quickly”

shyly, you’d agree and the two of you would quietly tip toe back to his bed

“sorry i took your shirt by the way”

“it’s fine. it looks better on you than it does on me anyway”

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