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[ant1quar1an]

Horror Sans x Reader

A Kitten for your troubles?

Contains:

Fluff

Kittens

You loved your job. Ever since you were little, there was barely anything else you loved more than helping and caring for animals. That’s what landed you a solid job here, in the shelter.

Even though saying goodbye to some of the animals when others came to adopt them was difficult, you were still happy to see them go to a hopefully-good family.

You’d been tending to one of the rather touch-starved kittens when he’d walked in. A skeleton monster, tall and broad, with a gaping hole in his skull.

… Monsters had come up from the underground a little under four years ago, and it took 80% of that time to actually get them accepted into society– considering what they’d had to do.

You didn’t feel disgusted by them or anything– it was just unusual for them to be outside of Upper Ebott.

You watched curiously as other employees showed him around. It wasn’t hard to tell he was feeling awkward– perhaps a tad anxious– as he looked at everything he could.

The kitten on your lap began to make you into her personal pincushion as she lovingly dug her claws into you.

You smiled at her, gently patting her head. Her tabby fur was sleek underneath your hand as she looked up to you with her one good eye. This was by far your favourite kitten– having picked her off the streets and been put in charge of nursing her back to health. The skittish thing she used to be was gone, replaced by a loving, adventurous little gremlin.

“It’s alright, sir.” You glanced up when you heard one of your colleagues attempting to comfort the skeleton from before, “ol’ Barkley here is naturally really wary.”

… The skeleton had a downcast look on his face, but reluctantly nodded. You were immediately reminded of a kicked puppy.

You assumed that’s what prompted your body to move before you had thought about it, scooping the kitten up in your hands.

She purred, simply blinking at you.

Your colleague left, which was when you approached the skeleton.

“Heya, sir.” You smiled, stepping into his line of sight. His large, red eyelight landed on you and the black dot in the centre contracted in surprise.

“Kitten for your troubles?” You asked, unintimidated by the way he just seemed to stare at your face. As if he was taking in everything you were and trying to make sense of it before he looked down at the kitten.

“... you… sure…?”

Oh boy that’s a fuckin’ attractive voice rightthere–

You internally slapped yourself, deciding to ignore just how nice his voice sounded. Deep– like bass deep– with a slight gravelly-ness to it that sounded as if it had been gained rather than natural.

“Mhm!” You nodded, tilting your head at him as you gently held out the kitten. She looked up at him before meowing, shifting her head so that she could see him better.

He seemed to hesitate, one of his hands locked in the fur lining of his hood, before he carefully scooped the kitten out of your hands.

… You almost laughed at the comical difference– how she managed to look so much smaller in his hands. Hell, they were probably big enough to cover up the entirety of the front of your face.

“You can pat her, y’know,” You commented softly, watching his face carefully. You searched for any kind of hints that he didn’t like this or he was uncomfortable, which you found none of.

He slowly shifted his thumb to rub under her chin. Almost immediately, her engine-like purr started up and she nuzzled against him.

You had a front row seat to the look of pure awe that came over his face. His grin, once almost in a frown, picked back up again. His sockets squinted as he let out the cutest, “eheheh.”

It took a long while of just comfy silence where he slowly got bolder with patting the kitten before he slowly looked up to you again.

“what’s your… name…?” He asked slowly, as if he was struggling to put his thoughts into words, “‘m… sans.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sans.” Your smile became a few degrees warmer as you held eye-contact with him before giving him your name.

He quietly repeated it back to you and you nodded.

“... ‘s a nice name.”

“Thank you.” A pause, then, “are you planning to adopt the kitten? She’s been needing a good home for a while now.”

Sans nodded slowly but eagerly, cupping the kitten in his hand. He kept his very sharp distals away from her, though. Heh, he was almost handling her like she was a very delicate china tea cup.

“Awesome. Now, if you could follow me over here…”

You didn’t even notice the small amount of dusky blue that had formed on his cheekbones as you took him through the process of adopting the kitten.

It was safe to say that wasn’t your last interaction.

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[ACTOR AU] actor ivan visits till during the recording of round 7

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elle's favorite ateez fics. f = fluff ; s = smut ; sg = suggestive ; a = angst. ✧ = absolute favorites, must read. (only adding notes for these few fics to ensure readability for the overall list!) word count in brackets. last updated: may 2nd, 2024

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성화 SEONGHWA

✧ [11,1k] plastic flowers — @bobateastay ( f ; s ; a ) ↪ note: this fic revolves around abortion, so please keep this in mind before reading. i read this on a flight— and i don't know if it was the altitude, but it broke me. the author beautifully wrote this, in a way where unconditional love, hope and pain are intertwined. one of the most pleasantly surprising and touching reads i've had on this platform by far.

✧ [2,3k] essence — @hwaightme ( f ) ↪ note: this one is for the poetic, hopelessly romantic fics lovers. everything i've read from this author was beautiful so far! the poetry in this fic was so pretty that i felt the need to share it to my friends... although i usually never share fics out of tumblr. i'm excited to read through more of your writings, bai!

[1,2k] the first snow and being in love — @i-luvsang ( f )

[884] 02:36 — @hwapetals ( f )

[642] adoration — @kisshwa ( f ; sg )

[8,6k] both — @hwaightme ( s ; f )

[200] 10:24pm — @hotteoki ( f )

[986] anguish — @kisshwa ( a )

[n/a] bf texts — @hotteoki ( f )

[79] 9:22pm — @cozykpopblurbs ( f )

[1,6k] i'll be with you — @cheollipop ( f )

[519] lazy make out sessions — @crazyforhwa ( s )

[1,2k] realistic sex — @byuntrash101 ( s ; f )

윤호 YUNHO

✧ [13k + 18,2k] unprofessional attraction ; pt.1 , pt.2 , [tbc] — @jk97 ( f ; s ; a ) ↪ note: i was so engulfed into this fic that i skipped a lecture to continue reading. fics that are heavier nsfw-wise usually aren't my thing, but here, every single line pulled me in. hell, i felt even more insane about yunho after reading this. saying i'm excited about the next chapters would be an understatement.

✧ [14k] closer, face down — @ncteez ( s ; f ) ↪ note: again, although i usually prefer fluff over smut, i absolutely loved this fic... the build up made it so enticing! i don't know if a re-edit still is in the works, but i'd absolutely re-read it regardless!

✧ [84,5k] project: make you love me (series) — @hwaslayer ( f ; a ; s ) ↪ note: pulled an all nighter to read the entire series in one go... it was that fun to read! the relationship was built up at a nice, natural pace, while still keeping the reader on their toes. (this made me very excited about the seonghwa series in progress..!)

[1,1k] bedfellows — @sungbeam ( f )

[1,3k] he knows he loves you — @honeyhotteoks ( f )

[2,5k] convenience store chances — @ohmyamor ( f )

[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )

[300] nothing sweeter — @i-luvsang ( f )

[1,1k] nsfw alphabet — @yunhobug ( s )

[425] 3:52am — @edenesth ( f ; sg? )

산 SAN

✧ [3,7k] leave the window open — @sungbeam ( f ) ↪ note: so sweet. so comforting. the kind of heartwarming fic that feels like hot cocoa on a cold winter day. (also made me feel insane about san... but let's not talk about that.)

[1k] always available — @everyonewooeverywhere ( f )

✧ [1,6k] capturing us — @03jyh23 ( f ) ↪ note: another sweet, poetic, hopelessly romantic fic— my favorite kind! finding fics like these always feels like discovering a little treasure. looking forward to all the wips!

[n/a] boyfriend texts — @koizekomi ( f )

[2,6k] take a break - @cheollipop ( f ; s )

[249] 21:23 — @petitemingi ( f )

[350] boyfriend headcanons — @i-luvsang ( f )

[600] one more minute — @seonghwaddict ( f )

[1,3k] no strings, no expectations — @seonghwaddict ( a ; sg ; f? )

[468] stretch marks — @beenbaanbuun ( f )

[475] valentine's series : movies — @whimsicalwritingsandmore ( f )

[n/a] instagram stories with bf san — @lwtqts ( f )

[371] hold me — @cheeseceli ( f )

민기 MINGI

[800] untitled — @cheollipop ( a ; f )

[2,8k] mind over matter — @mingisaddctn ( s )

[256] 23:22 — @petitemingi ( f )

[1k] 23:46 — @seonghwaddict ( f )

[447] princess treatment — @cheeseceli ( f )

우영 WOOYOUNG

✧ [1,2k] broke you heart, i'll put it back together — @dairyminki ( a ; f ) ↪ note: loved this so much that i had to read it twice. something about wooyoung hopelessly in love wanting to fix this... name twin, if you're reading this, hi- i'd be seated for a part 2 if you ever have the time to write it!

[2,2k] vacation — @bobateastay ( f ; s )

OT8

[700] when you don't say i love you back — @jjunberry ( f )

[2,4k] romance tropes — @beenbaanbuun ( f )

[n/a] situationships (texts) ; pt.1 , pt.2 — @yunhoszn ( f )

[2,9k + 3k] as boyfriends ; hyung line , maknae line — @honeyhotteoks ( f : s )

[n/a] sex ban (texts) — @kisshwa ( sg ; f )

[n/a] sending you a pic of themselves (texts) — @bombuni ( f )

[1,3k] outfit turn-ons — @starillusion13 ( sg )

[1,2k] make-up sex — @nateezfics ( f ; a ; s )

[944] showering — @seonghwaddict ( f ; sg )

[1,6k] as boyfriends — @atiny-moon ( f ; sg )

[2,5k] that one specific habit they do that highlights their love language — @sanhwaism ( f )

[1,1k] top 3 kinks — @seonghwaddict ( s )

[2,8k] making out — @sxcret-garden ( sg ; f )

[n/a] asking them to draw a flower (texts) — @eightmakesonebraincell ( f )

if any link is broken, or if i made any mistake when tagging fics— please kindly let me know!

[popponn]

xavier falls asleep easily enough as he is, but whenever he has his head on your lap, your fingers combing through his hair—all he can do is just sigh and give in. closing his eyes, he knows better than to fight the temptation, especially within the comfort of your touch and pleasant weather. though admittedly, he will find any weather pleasant as long there is you, safe and close to his side. as he slowly drifts to sleep, he dully notes with a hum when you praise his hair. he will do his best to make sure he will also praise your features after he is awake. he could think of so many to say—your smile, your voice, your whole being. and maybe, he will also give a kiss on your forehead and lips too—he thinks before finally falling asleep.

zayne loves many parts of you, from the one that often surprises him most to the one that offers him a comforting mundanity. so, when you press your forehead to his and call his eyes beautiful, he knows himself enough to just accept your words in silence with a smile. a burst of adoration and more blossomed warmly, weighing his chest and dizzying his head instantly. he is tongue-tied, certainly, however, he too can't exactly find the words to tell you how much more beautiful yours are to him. or perhaps, he doubts there are any words to describe what he truly feels. though, for now, he will settle with a gentle squeeze from his hands to tell you as he presses back his forehead gently against yours.

rafayel gets flustered pretty easily sometimes. it is both adorable and funny, seeing the way his ears turn red as his usually chatty mouth closes with a pout-like expression. but, even this state he could never take his hands off you. you could keep kissing his face, neck, and chest—right over his beauty mark—while hugging him without a clear rhyme and reason, and like a true lovesick man he will let you. hands resting on your arm, stilled in his brand of rare shyness all while still clinging unto you out of his obvious fondness. of course, even if he does enjoy this, he will come back with a vengeance the moment he gathers himself.

[callsign-mimic]

Nikolai gives the best, most bone crushing hugs.

The man is a big, Russian bear. Well padded, strong as fuck, and delightfully hairy too boot ❤️

Imagine the satisfaction of hearing (and feeling) your entire spine crack and pop the first time he wraps you in a tight bear hug. And the amused chuckle from him as you go limp in his arms, groaning in complete bliss.

He would be delighted that you would seek him out every time your back pain became unbearable, squeezing you tightly before laying you down and rubbing your sore muscles. His heart would soar when you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep under his touch.

And the feeling of waking up in his arms for the first time would be more than enough for you to never want to leave.

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[ratrrriot]

Hand-me-downs 💙🌻

[hairmetal666]

Read Part One here

cw: implied child abuse

Eddie's coming over for coffee. Not Eddie with Nancy and Robin or Eddie with the kids. Just Eddie.

They haven't been alone in 9 years and now Eddie is coming over for coffee.

They're friends, of course. After Vecna they didn't have much of a choice, but they've never talked about it--that they used to be something.

After Steve kissed Eddie goodbye for what turned out to be the last time, they didn't see each other again for months and months, except for a devastatingly fleeting moment in the Family Video parking lot. And the next time after that, Eddie's pinning him to the wall of a rickety boathouse, a broken bottle to his throat.

What's going through his mind, his body, at that moment is relief. For days, weeks, months, he ached for Eddie's touch again, and even though he was in danger, he relished in the push of their bodies together. Thought, if this is how he dies, he won't mind going.

But they don't talk about it, about them, because Eddie is on the run and Max is going to die, and they have to save the world, so there's no time. In the aftermath, it's the least of their worries, and now it's been almost a decade and Eddie is coming over for coffee.

The thing is, it's not like Steve has been pining away for a love long lost in the intervening years, and neither has Eddie. They've both had longterm, serious relationships; Steve almost got married. But for Steve...Eddie is the one that's lingered, the one that knocks around his ribcage on late sleepless nights, the one that makes him dream of what might have been. Because Steve truly loved his other partners, but Eddie--nobody will ever compare.

Someone is knocking a rhythm at his front door, and he can't stifle his smile even as his heart runs riot in his chest.

"Hey, man," he says, remarkably nonchalant as he takes Eddie in. Still beautiful, still brimming with energy; his smile wide and dimpled, bouncing on his toes.

"Harrington!" Eddie grabs him into a quick side hug, slapping his back. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

Steve chuckles, touching the horn-rimmed frames. "Oh, god, Robin forced me to get them back in '87? Too many concussions." He touches his forehead. "I usually just wear contacts."

"It's a good look," Eddie says. He's very much not looking at Steve, eyes roaming around the Chicago apartment he's been to many times before.

He watches as Eddie spots the display of his own books, index finger slowly slipping across the spines in a way that makes Steve remember when those same fingers would slide down his spine. He stifles a shiver, turns towards the kitchen.

"So, how's New York? How's the book coming?"

"Livin' the dream." It's not flippant, not like how most people mean it. Eddie leaks genuineness, always has. "The book though...it's a little rough."

Steve sets the coffee maker going, brings fresh pastries and a couple plates over to the table. "I can imagine. It doesn't--it doesn't have to be the same, you know?"

"Yeah, if only I hadn't written three other books leading up to the evil mind wizard," Eddie chuckles. He grabs a croissant and tears it in half. "It'll be alright, Harrington. I'll figure it out. I lived through it the first time, after all."

Steve doesn't remind him that he almost didn't, that they almost didn't. Instead, he pours coffee, listens as Eddie talks about how to fictionalize the worst month of their collective lives.

He splashes milk into Eddie's coffee, taps in three scoops of sugar. He carries it to where Eddie waits, still talking about the logistics of Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One in his novel, but his words abruptly stop as his hands wrap around the porcelain.

"Steve?"

It's only then that Steve realizes what he's done--made Eddie's coffee like he took it back then, made it without thinking, totally on muscle memory, when the best of his mornings were spent in Eddie's arms.

His cheeks glow crimson and he grips at the back of his neck. "S-sorry." He says. "It--is this still how you take it?"

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes fall from Steve's face, his own cheeks pink. "It's--yeah. Still the same."

"I'm sorry--"

"--Steve, I--"

They don't laugh. They both stop speaking and look at each other, faces still red. Steve thinks there's nothing for it but to get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I never came back. I'm sorry I didn't explain why. I'm just--really, really sorry."

Eddie's eyes are hooked on the table top, fingers twisting and twisting his coffee mug. "Can I--why? I waited and you--why?"

Steve swallows, but it gets stuck in his throat, and now he's the one who can't look up from his hands.

"My parents got home early," he manages. "My dad, he was waiting for me. I guess one of the neighbors thought it best to tell them who I'd been spending my time with."

Silence falls over the table, and he chances a look up at the man across from him, the one whose knuckles bite into his lips, whose eyes shine with unshed tears.

"You should've called me. You should've--you could've stayed with us. We would've kept you safe."

"Eddie, I couldn't. I physically couldn't," the admission costs him so much.

"Steve," Eddie chokes on his name, voice nothing but anguish. "Did anyone--You could've--you were all alone."

He shakes his head. "Robin knew. She snuck through my window to take care of me, but my parents--I couldn't--" This time the words really won't come. "We made a plan. We started that job at Family Video, and we saved up our money."

Now, Eddie's face is creased with grief. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

Steve shakes his head, smiles despite the wreckage around his heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I left you with no explanation. I broke your heart. And--and--" He thinks, what does it hurt to say it at this point. "I love you. I love you so much. I convinced myself you were better off without me, that we could have a clean break and you could get over me."

Eddie's hands cover his face, muffle the sob that slips out. "Get over you?" He whispers. "There's never been one like you, sweetheart."

He slides around the table to kneel at Eddie's side. "Hey." Deep brown eyes stare back at him, Eddie's face wet with tears. "It's always you, Ed. Always. I didn't want to say anything, if you had moved on, but--"

There's not really any transition from them talking to them kissing; Steve slips into it like he did all those years ago, when he first asked for Eddie's kiss. Their mouths slot together, their bodies fit like they always used to, perfect puzzle pieces. Steve's knees give out at the first brush of Eddie's tongue, and they collapse into a heap on the kitchen floor. Even then, they don't part.

Eventually, Steve does break the embrace, face flushed and hair a disaster, glasses hanging off one ear. "Okay, trying to be responsible here. Should we take a pause, go on a date first? Slow down?"

"Nine years isn't slow enough?" Eddie's pupils are blown, hair frizzed around his head.

"When you put it that way," Steve can't help but laugh. "I just want to do right by you, Eddie. Make up for--everything."

Eddie grins down at him, that sunshine beam smile where his dimples pop. "Tell you what, how bout you take me to bed now, and I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow?"

"Oh, you'll let me?" Steve rakes a hand through Eddie's mane of hair. "I don't think you'll have any choice."

"You sure about that, Stevie?" Their lips are so close, the brush with every word.

"Uh-huh," Steve's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Eddie Munson. "Never letting you go again, Ed."

Surprise! Part 2! I genuinely had no intention on doing a follow-up, but so many of you asked so nicely that it gave me this idea. Sorry if I miss anyone in the tag list and thank you for reading! @everywherenothere @tiny-enthusiast @emma-elsa-0000 @fuzzyduxk @moonythepluviophile @anaibis @rhapsodyinalto @bunk12bear @tillystealeaves @velocitytimes2 @s-trawberryv-eins @marklee-blackmore @ignoremyworld @its-a-me-a-morgan @goodolefashionedloverboi @starman-jpg @djohawke @adaydreamaway08

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baby powder

haikyuu | kageyama x reader | soulmate au

a/n : you asked for fluff and i have delivered (i think)

Kageyama Tobio was an enigma to you. To put it simply and rather rudely, he was an absolute weirdo who scared the living shit out of you.

He sleeps in class, doesn't hand in his homework, and has a glare so cold it could stop global warming. He hangs out with this weird orange dude, and they were always fighting and screaming, like a bunch of baboons. 

Kageyama Tobio has the most intense look in the world. It’s especially evident when he’s in front of the vending machine, staring it down as though it killed his mother, promising vengeance and death to all who dare interrupt his daily sacrifice ritual. 

And for what? All for a packet of milk. 

Kageyama Tobio terrifies you. You sit in front of him in class, and when he’s not asleep, or brawling with his friend, he’s staring at you, or rather, the red string that intertwines the both of you. 

You had both gawked at each other (well he sort of glared at you) when you first saw each other at school. You weren’t sure who you were expecting for a soulmate, but it definitely wasn’t an angry oddball with a strange fixation for milk. 

Sometimes, he’d tug the string, which was sorta cute, if not for his incredibly intense stare that you could keenly feel, which would be cute if not for his very very intense face and "TALK TO ME AND DIE" aura.

You had wanted to approach your soulmate multiple times, but he scared you off each time, and frankly, you were too shy and awkward to approach him. 

Because despite his scary stare, he was damn good at what he did. On the court, he seemed to be much happier, and you’d occasionally catch him smiling. 

His intensity, focus and drive was incredibly attractive (so long it was about volleyball), and there were times you’d find yourself staring at him, awed by his talent, dedication and strength.

So as odd or scary Kageyama Tobio was, you couldn’t help but feel a little drawn to him. 

Now you weren’t sure of it was because of the red string, or because you were soulmates, but you’d often find yourself coming across him, be it from his runs, or at his games, or even when you were out buying groceries. 

And you’d try and offer him a shy smile,  a peace offering of sorts in a way. But he’d always glare at you, with those dark, scary, but incredibly enchanting midnight blue eyes of his, and you’d look away, feeling a little miffed and a little sorry for yourself. 

You couldn’t help but feel that Kageyama Tobio must not like you very much. 

You’d found him once, at a local library, sprawled on the desk, drooling a little as he slept the afternoon away. It was during winter, and you couldn’t help but feel you heart soften little as he laid there, noticing how soft and boyish he looked, and a little dumb as he drooled onto the table, snoring lightly. 

After a moment’s hesitation, you walked over, and draped the sweater you had been carrying onto him, hoping he wouldn’t catch a cold. You had noticed the setter’s diligence in taking care of his body, moisturising his hands and always warming up or stretching, so you couldn’t help but wonder what had made him so tired that he would fall asleep in public. 

It was both hard and easy, as you tried not to fall for him. He was definitely a weird one, but something about him seemed so earnest and sincere, especially when he played volleyball. 

You sighed. Pining after someone was never easy, especially since that someone seemed to dislike you so much. 

The next day, you found your sweater on your desk, with a little note that had a messily scrawled ��thank you” on it. You couldn’t help but glance at your soulmate behind you, but he was fast asleep once more, looking oddly adorable and childlike, a stark contrast from the scary looking gaze he usually wore. 

You put the sweater on , feeling a little miffed that he didn’t even thank you personally, or tried to talk to you. 

As you focused in class, you couldn’t help but notice that your jacket now smelt of baby powder, comforting, light and cozy. It was nice, to say the least. 

As you stared out the window, tugging at the red string a little, you couldn’t help but muse to yourself, questioning if the Old Man Under The Moon made a mistake when he tied your red string to Kageyama Tobio, because it seemed like a relationship would never spark between the both of you. The boy had never spoke to you, despite being in the same class for nearly half a year, though you suppose, you had never spoke to him as well. 

Kageyama Tobio liked you. He liked you a lot. A little too much if you asked him. 

You were sorta pretty, sorta cute, and he would deny it off he was ever asked, but never in his life has he wanted to hug someone so badly. 

He was afraid though, afraid of you. Afraid that you’d find him too egoistical, too prideful, too loud, just as his old team did. You looked so small, so cute, almost like a little hamster, or a volleyball. 

He was, frankly speaking, terrified of how perfect you seemed. You’d smile at him sometimes in the hallways, and he’d stare just a little too long because your smile had no right being that pretty. 

In class, you were always so focused, so on task. Watching you made him feel happy, not that he’d ever admit that.  And when he passed by you in the street, he couldn’t help but look at you, because sometimes, he felt as though you could disappear at any moment because nothing good ever lasted for him.

When he had woken up in the library, a new article of clothing draped on his back, he had been thrilled to say the least. He would forever deny the manly squeal he let out that got him kicked out of the library. 

He had seen you wear that sweater many times, and had fantasised hugging you in it, or kissing your soft cheeks. He hugged the sweater, spacing out as he daydreamt about you. 

God, you smelled really good. 

Sometimes, he would tug on the red string, and seeing it move and float in the air amazed him. A string just for you and him to see, connected through space and time.

And he’d wonder, if the Old Man Under The Moon made a mistake, because his soulmate seemed just a little too good for him. 

You thumbed your sweater nervously, occasionally tugging at the loose threads, as the smell of baby powder engulfed your body. God, what detergent did he use? Because Kageyama Tobio smelled good. 

You hadn’t every really bothered with scents or perfumes before, but his smell reminded you of a lovely embrace, full of love and warmth, and familiarity. 

You couldn’t help but want to know what brand of detergent he was using, and you were sorta tired of his perpetually grumpy face and intense stares, as well as the lack of communication between the both of you, because you were soulmates for goodness sake. Clearly, someone was going to have to step up and it was clear that it wouldn't be him despite all his…energy. 

So you walked up to him as class ended, and gathered every bit of courage you had in your body (which was not much sadly), and tapped him on his arm, hoping you wouldn’t come across as a total creep who had been obsessively sniffing his jacket like it was marijuana. 

“Kageyama, what brand of perfume do you use? It smells really nice.”

He blinked down at you, and to your surprise and utmost delight, his entire face went beet red, resembling the stop sign you’d find on roads. 

He twiddled with the red string nervously as he looked everywhere but at you, before mumbling something incoherent. 

You couldn’t help but let an amused grin light up your face. So he was the shy type. 

You suddenly felt a burst of confidence, and an odd sense of cockiness fill you as Kageyama turned as red as your strings. It was cute, seeing what you thought was a scary and angry boy fumble with your soulmate strings, blushing bright red, eyes flitting about nervously. 

It was an endearing sight. 

You held out your hand, before asking amusedly, “Can I have your phone?” 

He blurted out instantaneously, hands holding his phone like he was offering you a sacrifice.

“Take it.”

And you couldn’t help but laugh, as his face turned vermillion. Turns out he wasn’t as scary as you thought. 

You typed out your number and contact on his phone, before flashing him a teasing grin, as Kageyama Tobio stood there in a daze, staring at his phone as though he had never seen one before. 

“Call me when you find that brand of perfume! It smells nice.” 

You left the classroom, feeling a little giddy, as Kageyama stood alone in the classroom, rooted to his spot, staring after you , as a singular thought echoed in his head dazedly. 

He didn’t use any perfume.

[jasonsbruce]

[uhhlifeig]

Candle - Dec. 9th - word count: 519 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius adjusted the collar of his shirt for the tenth time, his reflection in the small mirror by the fireplace looking back at him with equal parts nerves and determination. 

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a while.

A small round table stood in the center of the room. Two elegant plates rested side by side, surrounded by polished silverware. A candelabra sat in the middle, its many candles casting a golden glow that danced across the walls.

The scent of roasted duck and rosemary wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the faint sweetness of freshly baked bread. 

Sirius had spent the entire afternoon ensuring everything was just right, from the perfectly folded napkins to the table he had set half an hour ago. 

He had even fire-called Effie to get the recipes just right.

When the door opened, the noiret nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Moony?” he called, trying to sound casual.

“I’m home, annwyl,” Remus replied, stepping into the room. He froze, amber eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“Sirius,” he said. “What... what is all this?”

The dog animagus shrugged nonchalantly, or what he hoped was nonchalantly. “Dinner. For us. Thought it’d be nice, you know, something different.”

“You made all this?” The werewolf’s eyes darted to the kitchen, then back to Sirius.

“Effie taught me,” Sirius admitted. “Figured I’d give it a go. Thought you deserved something... fancy.”

Remus’s mouth dropped open. “You’re telling me you spent all day cooking, just for me?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you so much, cariad.”

“Love you too,” Sirius smiled, pulling out the chair for his boyfriend. “Now come and sit down before the duck gets cold.”

Remus chuckled, sliding into the chair. Sirius poured them each a glass of wine before taking his own seat across the table. 

“This is incredible,” the younger man said after a bite of food.

The gray-eyed man grinned bashfully. “Yeah, well, I had a good teacher.”

They ate slowly, savoring every bite.

After a while, Remus leaned back in his chair. “You know,” he said, his voice soft, “you didn’t have to do this. I don’t want you to go through this much trouble for me.”

“It wasn’t trouble. You- you do so much for me, Moony. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“Sirius Black, you absolute sap,” the dirty blonde said, smiling affectionately.

“Guilty as charged,” Sirius replied, smiling. “But you’re stuck with me, so...”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Well, you’re about to be stuck with me for the rest of your life. What do you say to that?”

“What?” Remus uttered, bewildered. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, well-” the noiret got up and dropped down to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box. “Remus John Lupin, will you marry me?”

The werewolf was sitting, shocked, hands covering his mouth. Sirius looked closer, and there were tears glinting on his face. “Really? Of fucking course I will, Sirius!”

Remus wasn’t the only one crying now. 

“I love you, more than you’ll ever know, mon amour.”

[khaopybara]

We've been talking for so long, yet I still have no clue who you are.

If I tell Sun that I'm actually Earth, she would be disappointed that I'm not a guy like she thought I was.

23.5 Degree the World Incline GMMTV 2023 Trailer | 23.5 Degree the World Incline Official Trailer

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Just take my heart out, that'll make it all better

The title is from the song Hope For The Underrated youth by Yungblud (nothing to do with the fic apart from the title I just liked it, sue me (no please don't))

Word count: 2 200

TW:? I don't know if this needs one, but there is some descriptions of wounds and just regular werewolf shenanigans I guess? Nothing too graphic it should all be okay? He's generally distressed but anyhow

“It hurts,” Remus whimpered, eyes wide as he looked around the room. He was laying down on the floor, dust and destroyed furniture around him, everything hurt. “Siri-? Sirius…?” He asked frantically, breathing picking up as he realised he wasn't there, he needed Sirius. He really did.

“Sirius isn't here, mate,” James said, kneeling down next to him. “Remember yeah? He- Hey, stay still, please Remus y-you hit your head, it's bleeding a bit.” He said, trying to make it better, trying to stay calm. The wound on his head looked bad, and all the other ones around his body didn't look any better. It had been a rough full moon. “Siri went to get Poppy, they'll be right back, just stay still, please? I don't want you to hurt yourself even more.”

Tears fell from his eyes, taking in a shaky breath as he continued to look around, eventually looking up at James. “It hurts…”

“I know, I'm sorry I can't help.” James said, trying to figure out what he could do to help the poor boy, he just held Remus' hand, hoping it would make it all even slightly more bearable. There wasn't really anything he could do, they'd just have to wait until madam pomfrey and Sirius would come back to the shrieking shack. Why weren't they back yet? It had been like 15 minutes already. “They'll be here soon, yeah? Poppy's gonna make it all better.”

Remus nodded as James gave his hand a gentle squeeze as even more tears made their way down his cheeks. It hurt. Everything just hurt. He couldn't really move, something was definitely broken. It hurt when he breathed in, sharp pain in his side; god, he hoped his rib wasn't broken, again. His head pounded too, dull pain growing as he laid there. It was stinging behind his eyes, stabbing at his temples, slowly getting worse.

After a while he heard noises downstairs, he felt weirdly scared for a moment, certain it was someone who wasn't supposed to be there. But, as he heard James let out a relieved breath, he realised it was probably Pomfrey and Sirius. “Sirius?” He whispered, looking around again as he heard someone walking up the creaking stairs.

“Hi, love,” He breathed out as he took a look at his boyfriend, somehow he looked even worse than when he had left to go get Poppy. He kneeled down by his head, taking his hand into his, watching as James got up, going to sit on the bed in the corner of the room next to Peter. He helped Remus prop himself up, as he was clearly trying to get up, his head rested on Sirius' lap. “Shh, it's okay. I'm here, baby. It'll be okay.” He whispered, carding his hand through Remus' hair as Poppy came into the room too.

“Hey, Remus,” She smiled. “You have a bit of a nasty wound on your head. Made your friends here quite worried.” she said, as she looked over the wound on his head. “I'll look you properly over in the ward, but I have to dress this up first, yeah?”

He nodded slowly, looking up at Sirius, who smiled softly, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. “It's gonna be okay,” He whispered, watching as Remus' face scrunched up in pain as Pomfrey went over the wound with a slightly damp cloth to clean it up before she could cover it. He caressed his cheek, opposite the side poppy was working on, he wiped away the tears, trying to stay as calm as possible to not make Remus panic even more. “I promise, baby. It's gonna be okay.”

“ ‘s it bad?” He asked, looking up at Sirius, blinking away tears, but then shifted his gaze to madam Pomfrey who had just secured a bandage around his head.

“You just had it a little rough, dear.” Poppy smiled softly. “You have a few broken bones, and some nasty gashes, but nothing that can't be fixed, don't worry. We just gotta get you to the infirmary so I can look you over properly.” He nodded, closing his eyes for a moment. “Let's try to sit you up.” She said, glancing at Sirius, who nodded slightly.

Remus slowly sat up, with some help from Sirius and poppy. “Good job, Remy.” Sirius whispered into his ear so no one else could hear. It made him feel better, such a simple gesture, but it made all the difference.

“Now, we're gonna stand up, you've got your friends here to help you, so don't worry, but be careful with your left leg.” Remus nodded, watching as Sirius got up from the floor, and James came to stand on his other side. They helped him stand up, he felt a bit light-headed and his legs wobbly underneath him. He leaned onto his friends for support, who both wrapped their arms around his back and his arms tested in their shoulders. “Walk slowly, we don't want to break any more bones. And if at any point you feel dizzy or tired, take a break.” She instructed them, both James and Sirius nodded.

Remus breathed heavily, having a difficult time just standing up, he was sure he couldn't walk. Tears started to burn in his eyes again as he realised he couldn't even do the simple task of walking. “I-i don't think I can w-walk… I-i can't. It hurts.”

Pomfrey looked concerned at that, frowning as she looked at the boys. “Me and James can carry you, yeah? We'll-”

“Boys-”

“No it's okay, we've done it before, haven't we, Poppy?” James said when Pomfrey tried to interrupt. They had done it a few times before, carrying Remus back to the castle after a rough full moon when he couldn't walk even with help. He'd get on one of their backs, and at some point they'd switch.

…

“Don't fall asleep on me, love.” Sirius whispered, adjusting the way he was carrying Remus on his back. “Poppy will murder me if you sleep now.”

“Won't,” He mumbled into the side of his neck, breath hitching as another wave of pain washed over him. “Poppy's nice.”

“Mm,” He hummed. “That's ‘cause you're the favourite.” Sirius smiled, being extra careful as they walked up the front steps of the castle. It was early enough in the morning that the halls would be empty, which was nice, especially after a night like this one had been. He carried Remus to the infirmary, setting him down on the bed where Poppy directed him to. “I'll be back soon, baby, okay? It'll be okay.” He kissed Remus' forehead before he'd be ushered out of there by madam Pomfrey.

“Had it quite rough, didn't you, dear?” She asked, helping him lay down onto the bed, starting to check him over. “Mm, but it's over now, and I need you to answer me a few questions.” Remus nodded, opening his eyes, blinking against the bright lights as he looked at Pomfrey. “What hurts?”

“Everythin’.”

“I bet it does, I'm going to help you though,” She smiled. “You do have to drink a few nasty potions though, mhm even if they are not your favourite.” Remus let her do her magic, quite literally, letting the matron's healing powers wrap around him like a blanket. It felt warm, and safe as the healing spells worked on him, making everything feel a lot better, than it had been a moment ago. She was talking to him constantly, knowing he hated when he didn't know what was happening.

“All bandaged up now, Remus. Just take this for me now, it'll help with the pain.” She said, handing him a small vial of a potion. “Even with all my magic, it'll take a moment for the bones to heal, okay? So you need to take it easy.”

“When can I-i go?”

“Not today, dear.” She smiled sadly. “We have to get you all better first. We'll see about it tomorrow, or the day after. Just take time to heal.” Remus nodded, adjusting his position on the bed as madam Pomfrey left him alone, turning to look outside. The sun was still rising, painting the sky in beautiful hues of orange and red. He closed his eyes for a moment, not opening until he heard a familiar voice at the door. It was Sirius, begging Poppy to let him in before visiting hours. He found it almost amusing how this same routine repeated every full moon. He didn't understand why she even bothered as she always gave in at the end.

“Hi,” Sirius smiled as he opened the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. He sat on the edge of it, reaching to brush some hair out of his eyes. “Feeling better? Good, I brought you some clean comfy clothes, a book, also went to the kitchens and the elves promised to make tea, and oh also got you some chocolates.”

“Thank you,” He smiled, slowly sitting up, taking the clothes Sirius handed to him. “Can you um- help me? I-”

“Yeah, ‘course.” Sirius smiled, slowly helping Remus change out of the dirty, and slightly torn clothes to the new ones he had brought. When they were done, Sirius kicked off his shoes, sitting down against the headboard, pulling Remus into his arms. He grabbed the cup of tea that had appeared on the nightstand, giving it to Remus along with a few pieces of chocolate.

“I- thank you,” Remus whispered after a while when he had finished drinking his tea and he had had some chocolate. It really did make him feel a little better. He glanced up at Sirius who just smiled at him, leaning to kiss his forehead. “I love you, Siri.”

“Don't gotta thank me, love. It's okay.” He whispered as Remus laid his head back down onto his chest and he could continue brushing his hand through Remus' hair like he had been doing. He slowly solved the knots that had formed, gently picking out bits of dried blood. “I love you too, Remy. So much.” He kissed the top of his head, letting his lips linger there for a moment. “Do you wanna talk? Or maybe sleep for a little, you must be tired.”

Remus was quiet for a moment, before speaking quietly. “I was so scared.” He said, hiding his face, more into Sirius' chest as tears started to burn in his eyes. “I- usually I'm used to it- y'know the pain and stuff but uh- I don't know, I was so scared Siri.”

“I’m sorry about that, baby.” Sirius whispered into his hair, holding him a bit closer to his chest. “Do you remember what happened?” Remus shook his head, a few tears falling down. “When we were in the forest, there was this- this other, I'm not entirely sure, Padfoot's memories are always a bit blurry. But, you fought, that's why everything's so sore, Prongs had to carry you back to the shack…”

“Oh,”

“Mm,” He hummed. “Then, I think you passed out when you um, when you were you again. We were so scared too, there was so much blood, and you did hit your head, so we thought it would be better to bring poppy there.”

Remus nodded. “Did- did I hurt them?”

“I don't know, love.” He whispered. “Don't worry about it though, it's okay. Everything's okay now.”

“I don't remember anything.” He whispered, more tears falling. “It's all so- foggy. I'm sorry, I- didn't mean to.”

“No, shh. You've got nothing to be sorry for, everything's alright.” He soothed, wiping away tears from his cheek, kissing his head. “You haven't done anything wrong, you got hurt and that's not your fault. It's going to be okay, baby. I promise.” Remus nodded, letting out a painful sob. “Shh, shh. I'm here. Just cry it out, whatever you need to do, I'm here, baby.”

It took a moment until he calmed down, wiping his face into his sleeve as Sirius pulled the blanket over them. “It's okay, love.” He whispered, kissing his head as Remus just sniffled. “I love you so much. And you did so good last night, it's all over now, don't gotta worry anymore.”

“Love you too.” He whispered, lifting himself up slightly to look at Sirius, who wiped away the rest of the tears from his face.

“No more of these, yeah? All good now, isn't it?” He nodded, blushing slightly as Sirius kissed his nose, and cheeks. “Are you tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too, baby.” He smiled as Remus laid back down in his chest, curling up to him as best as he could. “Want me to read to you? I brought the one you said you liked, remember what we read a couple of days ago?” He nodded through a yawn as Sirius picked up the book, finding the page they last left off at. It felt like home; Sirius reading to him quietly, arms wrapped around him, holding him close. It made him feel safe and warm, loved and cared for, it made all the pain and discomfort disappear for a moment, and he could just rest.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, so exhausted from the night's events. “Sleep well, baby. I love you.” Sirius whispered, kissing his head again as he marked the page they had left off on. He rested his head better on the pillows, letting himself drift off too after he was sure Remus was safely and comfortably tucked into his arms; protected from all the harm.

A/N:

Hopefully you liked this one :). I really liked writing it

Don't question why Peter has like no role in this, I kinda forget he exists most of the time, oopsie. I really wanted to write something sweet between Poppy and Remus and I hope I succeeded in that.

Hopefully you had a nice holiday, if you celebrated any, and if not, I'm sorry hopefully it gets better soon. Remember to take care of yourselves and drink water <3 happy new years :D

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