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[astrxealis]

i'll try to finally start trying video game development as i am currently getting more space on my desktop lol. + i'll try to make more time to write originally again and also for music!

[jessybarnes]

Fixer Upper

Pairing - Mechanic!Jensen x Single Mom!Reader

Rating - 18+ Only! Minors DNI

Tags - Angst, Anxiety, Fluff, SMUT, broke down car, walking alone on a deserted road, being a single mom, mentions of an ex, mentions of abuse, NSFW gifs, unprotected sex, reader on top, Jensen on top, and I think that’s it, but let me know if I need to add more to the tags. 

Word Count -  2.4k

Beta - @winecatsandpizza

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

A/N - This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I am in the process of transferring all of my fics over to this blog. I hope you enjoy! :)

“Dammit!”

You slammed the driver’s door to your car and kicked it for good measure. A new car was definitely a need, but who could afford one in this economy? Much less a tow truck and a mechanic. To top it all off, your AAA membership you had expired a month ago. Part of you wanted to just set the hunk of metal on fire, but that would make you feel better for all of five minutes before you’d really be shit out of luck. 

The afternoon sun reflected off the hood as you reached for the release latch. As soon as you lifted it up, hot grey smoke poured out making you cough. 

“Well, that’s just fuckin’ perfect. Icing on the damn cake.”

You put your hands on your hips and turned to look at the long stretch of highway that went in both directions. Not only was your car broken down on the side of the road, but the nearest town was at least twenty minutes in both directions. To make things even more annoying, your phone had died about ten minutes before your car did so it looked like the only thing left to do was to start walking. 

Grabbing your keys and purse, you locked the car and started walking along the shoulder of the road. At least it was nice out, not a cloud in the sky, and fairly warm. The faint feeling of a summer breeze blew strands of hair out behind you as your car became smaller and smaller in the distance. A fence came into view after about fifteen minutes of walking, and if you were being honest with yourself, it was pretty inviting. 

You brushed one of the wooden planks off and plopped down on it with a sigh. Maybe your Mother was right, maybe you should have moved back in with her until you could get back on your feet. But no, you just had to be stubborn and prove to her that you could make it on your own as a single mother. Swallowing your pride wasn’t something that came easily for you. So, you’d do what you always do and find a way to fix whatever was broken. 

Just as you were about to get up and start walking again, a red Chevy truck came into view. You had never thought about hitchhiking, but the thought of it driving past seemed worse than the former. Your hands waved to get the driver’s attention and then gave him room to pull off on the shoulder of the road. What you weren’t expecting was the most gorgeous man you have ever seen get out and approach you. 

“Everything okay, ma’am?”

Your mind was still reeling from the fact that this man was talking to you when you realized he’d asked you a question. 

“Umm yeah, I uhh…my car broke down and my phone died so umm…I was just going to walk until I found civilization.”

A look of concern flashed across his face as he looked around. 

“How long have you been out here walking? I don’t see a car anywhere.”

You shrugged like it was no big deal and gestured in the direction of your unreliable hunk of metal. 

“Cars a ways that way. I’ve been walking for maybe twenty minutes? I don’t know. I kinda lost track of time.” 

The man shook his head and looked firmly down at you. 

“Yeah, I’m not letting a pretty lady walk alone on this stretch of road. At least let me take you and your car back to my shop. You look like you could use a break.”

Did you die and go to Heaven? There is no way that you got this lucky. The one car you see on this deserted road turns out to be a mechanic and he’s this good-looking? Yeah, no, things like this didn’t happen to you. 

“Thank you, sir. I don’t have much money, but I can give you what I have for gas.”

He shook his head again and opened the passenger side door. 

“Please, call me Jensen. I don’t want your money, sweetheart. It sounds like you need it more than I do.” 

“Thanks, and you can call me Y/N.”

You smiled at him and climbed into the cab of his truck. The ride to your car and back to his shop took less time than you anticipated. You quickly found yourself warming up to Jensen. He radiated kindness and you felt like you’d known him for years. You told him you were a single mother, and how your daughter was staying with your parents until you got yourself moved into your new apartment. Mentions of your ex came up, but you tried to avoid delving too much into your past life with Tanner. He’d been abusive, and you pushed those memories to the back of your mind at all costs. 

Jensen pulled his truck into a big open yard and you noticed an arched sign that read Singer’s Auto stood high above the entrance. He lowered your car to the ground and unhooked it from the hitch before leading you inside. 

“Can I get you something to drink? I’ve got water, coffee, sweet tea, whiskey, rum, and any type of soda you can imagine.”

For the first time all day, your smile met your eyes. This man was too good to be true. If only you could be in a relationship with something this amazing. Jensen had to be either gay or unavailable because there was no way he was single with a personality like this. Let alone his looks. 

“I’d like some sweet tea, please. Thank you so much for doing all this. I’m sure you’ve got a family to get home to, and the last thing you probably wanted to do today was help a hitchhiker and her piece of shit car.”

The confused look he gave you made you instantly regret your words. Here was this man going out of his way to help you, and your brain-to-mouth filter probably just fucked everything up. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t appreciate everything.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jensen. I appreciate everything you’re doing for me, but I just have this mindset where I wait for the other shoe to fall. I’ve never really done well in the relationship department, and I’ve always been let down eventually. You’ve only just met me and you don’t need this kind of turmoil. I should probably go. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.”

It took a moment for Jensen to get his bearings, but once he did you felt his hand gently grab your wrist. He slowly spun you around to face him, and his eyes bore into yours with a fire you hadn’t seen on a man before. 

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart wait a minute. Can’t a guy just help a beautiful lady out without her thinking she’s being a burden? Y/N, listen, I’m not doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m doing this because I want to. There’s just something about you, something that draws me in, and I can’t seem to put a finger on it.”

For a few minutes, you both were silent. Staring into each other’s eyes with such intensity made you want to look away, but something stronger kept your gaze locked onto his. Ever so slowly, Jensen closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss you. His kiss ignited a fire in your core that had been dormant for as long as you could remember. 

When he pulled away, his pupils were just as lust blown as your own. Soon you were pushed against the nearest wall, his work uniform becoming disheveled along with your outfit. 

“I don’t know what it is Jensen, but I have never wanted someone so much in my life. I only just met you, and the thoughts I’m having scare me, but at the same time it’s thrilling.”

Your hands came to rest on his muscular chest as his hands cupped your face. 

“It scares the shit out of me too, Y/N, but I really want this,” 

Jensen admitted as he continued to devour your body with his eyes.  

“Do you want this as much as I do? If you don’t, we can stop. I’ll fix your car and we can both be on our way.  If you’d let me, though, I’d love to show you what it’s like to have a real man, Y/N.”

Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips firmly against his. Immediately his arms traveled down your small frame and came to rest on the back of your thighs. Without breaking the kiss, you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. His clothed erection pressed against your pussy making a small moan escape your mouth. 

Jensen began leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He grabbed one of your breasts in each hand and began to massage them gingerly, his thumbs grazing over your nipples making them harden instantly. 

“You have entirely too many clothes on Y/N.”

You smirked and stepped away, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. It sent heat straight to your core seeing the effect you had on Jensen. His eyes roamed your body like a starving man, and the arousal in his pants was hard to miss. 

“You know, I’m no expert on lovemaking, but I’m pretty sure it’s easier to do when you’re naked, Jensen.”

A low growl escaped his throat as he stalked toward you like he was a predator. He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder making you squeal. 

“Jensen! Put me down! Where are we going?!”

“Bedroom.”

The one simple word held many promises as he climbed the stairs with ease. Seconds later you were placed gingerly on the comforter of his bed. He only left you for a moment to turn the light off and shut the door, and then he was on you again. His calloused hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and slowly pulled it off each of your arms. 

Even though he was undressing you agonizingly slow, you relished in the fact that a man was paying this much attention to you. Your ex was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of guy who was only interested in getting off before going back to his video games. Your mind completely forgot about your ex as soon as Jensen pulled down your bra exposing your breasts, his lips closed over one of your hardened nipples greedily sucking into his mouth. 

“Mmmm Jay … Fuck that feels so good”

He moved to the other nipple paying it as much attention before leaving a trail of kisses down to your navel. 

“You’re so beautiful Y/N”

Jensen made quick work of the rest of your clothes before taking his off as well. If you thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, he was even more glorious without them. Perfect was the only description appropriate for the man that stood before you. 

“C’mere Jensen. I won’t bite.”

You winked at him invitingly, and he let out this full-body laugh that was contagious.

“Y/N I don’t know if I believe that.”

He climbed onto the bed and positioned his body over yours before pulling you in for another kiss. His tongue swept your lower lip asking for permission which you granted almost immediately. Your body arched up, his cock hard as a rock pressing against your leg.

“Please … need you.”

Jensen smirked against your pulse point, grinding himself along your slick folds. 

“Gonna have to be a little more specific Princess. Where do you need me exactly?”

If you could form a coherent thought you’d make a smart-ass comment, but right now you barely knew your name. Much less able to speak in full sentences. 

“Fuck me, Jay! Wanna feel your cock inside me. Please!”

Jensen lined himself up and slowly thrust inside you, his cock filling you up inch by inch was almost enough to make you cum right then. It had been a while since you’d been with a man, and he hadn’t prepped you. 

“Unnghh fuck … you’re so wet and tight for me, Y/N.”

Your nails dug into his biceps, his forehead resting on yours as you both got used to each other. 

“Make love to me, Jay.”

Ever so slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you. His moans were barely heard over your cries of need. The steady rhythm of his cock hitting your sweet spot made the coil in your lower belly tighter and tighter. You wouldn’t last long with him like this, and you wanted desperately to make him cum with you. 

“Let me ride you, Jensen.”

The look he gave you was almost primal. In a matter of seconds, he had flipped over onto his back and helped you sink down onto his throbbing length. 

“Christ, Y/N, I’m not gonna last like this.”

Using the muscles in your thighs, you rose up off his cock and looked deeply into his eyes.

“Neither will I, Jay. Want you to cum with me.”

His hands held onto your sides as you began to ride him. His hips rose to meet yours, thrusting his cock deeper into your soaked cunt, and pretty soon he was completely in control again. Your cries echoed off the walls as your climax neared. 

“J-Jay! I … I’m so close baby! Please … make me cum!”

One of his hands left your side and began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Your wish is my command, princess.”

Seconds later, he felt your walls tighten around his cock, as you both fell over the edge together. Your chest heaved as you aid beside him on the bed. He covered you up before cradling your face and kissing you sweetly.

Jensen pulled away, his smile met his eyes as he looked at you with nothing but love.

“So, how about some sweet tea?”

[devildom-moss]

hiii! i just saw your requests are open and imagine my excitement!! bcs aaa i rlly really love your writings💕💕theyre such a treat to read, the shenanigans and character interactions are so captivatingly written that i am: Smitten

could i req: a short platonic fic where luke teaches you (gn!mc), a chronic instant noodles eater++kitchen-illiterate person, how to cook?

i think it wud be a funny sight for the rest of purgatory hall getting to see this lil angel easily navigate a stove/handles a knife while the actual adult is struggling not to mix sugar nd salt (also ik he mostly bakes but im of the mind that canon was meant to be ignored HAHA and besides theres not enough fics of luke gettin to be mc's guardian angel)

please tag me @diodellet too, thank you (not to rush u or anyth, by all means take your time to work your magic, writing words gets hard smtimes) 💕💕💕i hope you have a wonderful day and remember to hydrate!!

Thank you so much! That’s so sweet! I hope you’ll like it. I'm sorry that it got a little (or a lot) longer than I intended, but it was a really cute idea. @diodellet

Luke teaching a kitchen-illiterate gn!MC to cook

“You know, MC,” Simeon mused, handing you a sandwich, “I’d like to try your home cooking someday.”

The members of Purgatory Hall had invited you to a picnic – Simeon and Luke prepared all the food. Solomon offered to help them, but Simeon insisted that since it was Luke’s idea to have a picnic that day, Luke should be responsible for the cooking. However, as Luke’s guardian, Simeon had to be there to help. Usually, Luke would have protested being treated like a child, but if it got Solomon out of the kitchen, he’d tolerate it.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Solomon laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Raphael asked.

“MC doesn’t cook,” Solomon informed everyone on your behalf.

“What?” Luke was shocked. “Why not? What do you do when it’s your day to cook? I thought you and those demons split the chores up.”

“I usually just order out or get some of those pre-made meals. Honestly, we eat a lot of instant food when I’m on cooking duty. I can’t really do much without ruining the food.”

“You’re joking, right?” Simeon chuckled, but when you failed to laugh along, his face stiffened up. “Right?”

“Nope, they’re completely lost in the kitchen. Asmo told me that he tried to teach them how to make an omelet and everything inside was undercooked and cut into huge, uneven chunks. They even burned the eggs,” Solomon told on you.

“Oh, you’re one to insult someone’s cooking.” You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the bewildered angels. “But he’s right. I’m pretty incompetent in the kitchen. No one ever really taught me, and they’re not usually patient enough for me to learn.”

“That’s unacceptable, MC!” Luke shouted. “You need to be able to cook. What if you get sick from poor nutrition? Besides, cooking is fun. I’ll teach you.”

“Luke, you don’t have to do that. That sounds like it will be a lot of trouble for you.” You declined his offer, worried that he was simply pitying you.

“Nonsense! I insist! If you don’t learn, I’ll always be worried about you eating right or getting hurt in the kitchen. Just come for one lesson. If you hate it, we’ll figure something else out. Please?”

“Okay,” you admitted defeat. “Thank you, Luke.”

“Good.” Luke grinned. “Come to Purgatory Hall tomorrow afternoon.”

Simeon greeted you at the door that afternoon, a bright smile on his face. “I’m so glad you’re here. Luke has been up since early morning getting ready for your arrival.”

“Simeon!” Luke shouted at him, flushed with embarrassment. “It wasn’t that early. Come in, MC. Raphael made you an apron last night, so he’s still asleep.”

You put on the well-made and rather adorable apron and followed Luke to the kitchen. Jars of spices and nearly a dozen fruits and vegetables were set out on the counter. Luke went through the trouble of picking out produce that he had seen you eat before and ones that weren’t especially difficult to prepare or handle.

“Uhm, so,” you drew out the “o” sound while you scrambled to figure out what he had planned, but you were at a loss. “What are we making today?”

“Take a guess.”

“Salad?” you responded, uncertain of your guess.

“No – but that would have been a good beginner meal, too. We’re making soup – well, actually, curry.” Luke beamed at you, quite proud of his choice. “Curry is highly customizable. We can make it mild or spicy to suit your tastes, we can make it vegan or vegetarian, and you can change up the ingredients with the seasons. And there’s nothing more comforting and loving than making soup for yourself and those you care about.”

“Is curry a soup?” you questioned him.

“Well, let’s not get into that.” Simeon laughed awkwardly. He turned to Luke and pat him on the head gently. “I’m leaving MC in your hands, Luke. Be a good little teacher and call me over if you need help with anything.”

“Simeon! I’ve got this,” Luke whined and began pushing Simeon out of the kitchen from behind. Simeon waved goodbye to you during his forceful expulsion.

You put your hand to your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing or cracking a smile at how cute they were. When Luke returned guardian-less he symbolically dusted his hands off and instructed, “okay, we both need to wash our hands before we start cooking. Then we’ll wash all the produce you want to use.”

“Yessir,” you saluted him in jest before following orders. With clean hands, you perused the options.

Among other ingredients, there were two varieties of Devildom mushrooms, peppers, potatoes, revelation tomatoes, ghost pumpkin, and putrid pineapple. Your eyes landed on a deep red stalk. You picked it up. “What’s this one, Luke, some kind of Devildom celery?”

Luke blinked at you in amazement. “That’s rhubarb. It’s a human world vegetable. Solomon decided to grow some.”

“O-oh,” you set it down, embarrassed and half-expecting Luke to laugh.

“That’s okay. It does fit in with Devildom fruit and vegetables, doesn’t it?” Luke smiled at you innocently.

“I guess so. How many fruits and vegetables should I pick?”

“A couple. Add what you think will taste good. I’ll let you know if you make any awful choices, but I trust you.”

Something about his confidence in the face of your absolute lack of skill was comforting – like it was unlikely that you would fail, and if you might, he’d guide you away from a Solomon-level disaster. You grabbed the ghost pumpkin, chickpeas, red peppers, and a Devildom variety of chili pepper. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that will be great.”

“Is there anything you want to add, Luke?”

“Let’s add some revelation tomatoes! Barbatos brought these over just yesterday and they look amazing. We should add garlic and shallots or onions, too. Those are usually a given in curry, though.”

“I’m learning already,” you smiled through your words.

Luke watched over you diligently. After showing you the proper technique, he kept an eye out as you minced the garlic and shallots. He even corrected your hand position before he let you cut anything, ensuring that your fingers were curled or at least out of the way. It was adorable to hear him call the curled hand position the “cat paw.” In its own way, it was also pretty cute to watch a little angel holding a big knife. When you finished cutting up your half of the roasted pumpkin a good minute after Luke had finished his, it looked disappointing. Although, to be fair, Simeon and Solomon popping their head out from the hall to get a peak into the kitchen was a bit distracting.

“It’s kind of a mess compared to yours,” you noted, sheepishly.

“That’s okay.” Luke grinned and scooped your pumpkin pieces into the bowl with his. “They’re all about the same size, and there’s no seeds on them. They’ll cook up fine, and once they’re in the curry, no one will notice if they weren’t cut up that nicely as long as the food tastes good.”

You were taken aback by his optimism and sweetness – and so was whoever took a sharp inhale from the living room.

You and Luke were halfway through cutting the peppers and the aromatics were already in the pot along with a roux – adjusted to your spice level – when Solomon entered the kitchen. “Mind if I help you out in here?”

“Oh, no thank you.” You shook your head and added the coconut milk into the pot as Luke had instructed. “Luke’s doing a great job teaching me.”

“I’m a great cook,” he lied, mostly to himself, “I’m sure I could teach you a thing or two.”

“They said ‘no,’ Solomon. We can do this ourselves.”

“Come on,” Solomon tried to persuade you both.

“I’m bonding with Luke, so no.”

That was enough to shut Solomon up. He couldn’t bring himself to come between yours and Luke’s bonding time. “Can we at least come in and watch?”

“’We?’” you questioned him.

“It’s so boring trying to watch from the living room. Simeon couldn’t see well when you accidentally turned on the back burner and wondered why the pot hadn’t heated up after 5 minutes. It was really funny.”

“Your stove is different than the one at the House of Lamentation, you rude old wizard.”

“Come on, it was also really cute, MC.”

“As cute as one of your wizard staffs giving you a prostate exam?” You narrowed your eyes at him. Luke decided to tune out your fighting as he dumped the vegetables and chickpeas into the water.

“Maybe, but that’s a bit kinky to mention in front of Luke.” Solomon laughed and turned away. “Anyway, I’m going to get the others.”

“It was an insult you dirty old–” you started, but it was too late; he was already down the hall – and you didn’t actually have an insult on hand. Luke sighed and shook his head at you two. It wasn’t like he was above bickering, but no one should argue in a kitchen.

“While we have a minute, the last thing we need to cut up is the revelation tomato. We need to give it a secret, something good. I think we should both tell it a secret, what do you think, MC?”

“Okay. I’ll go first.” You looked at Luke’s adorable face as you took the tomato and made your choice. “Dear tomato, Luke is a really good teacher, and I’m glad he offered to teach me because I’m pretty useless in the kitchen. It’s usually embarrassing and pretty scary, but not when Luke is here to help. I’m really proud of him. And I know we’re not done with the dish yet, but I’m proud of myself, too – at least a bit.”

You handed the tomato to Luke. Sure, it wasn’t the juiciest of secrets, but you were happy with it. It felt right – like how the vegetables you picked out felt right or how the spices you added felt right. Luke stepped into the corner to whisper his secret to the tomato.

Luke had just finished telling the tomato his secret when Simeon, Raphael, and Solomon piled into the kitchen.

“So, how’s it going?” Simeon asked sweetly.

“MC’s doing a great job,” Luke bragged on your behalf while you focused on dicing the tomato. Whatever secret Luke had shared, the combination of both of your secrets had combined to make a perfectly juicy tomato that was fragrant and slightly sweet.

“Smells good,” Raphael commented.

“Thank you, Raph. And thank you for the apron. It’s cute.”

“No problem. I’m glad you didn’t cut any fingers off or get any blood on it.” Everyone ignored his grim comment. “You should take it home with you for when you cook for the brothers. I can always make you an apron specifically for here.”

“We could have matching aprons, MC!” Luke almost jumped with joy before restraining himself. He added, timidly, “Of course, that’s only if you want to have more cooking lessons.”

“I’d love to, Luke.”

You added the tomatoes into the pot, gave it a stir, turned the heat down, and added the lid on to allow the curry to simmer. Luke clapped his hands together and said, “Excellent. Lunch will be ready soon. I prepared some rice to go along with it.”

“When did you have time to do that?” you asked, stunned by what seemed to be the sudden appearance of a rice cooker on one of the counters. How had you not heard that going?

“While you were chopping vegetables.”

“Well, I’ll go set the table.” Simeon was reluctant to leave the precious sight of you and Luke in the kitchen. He never imagined you’d be so lost, nor did he imagine that Luke would make such an excellent teacher. Still, at least he would have the opportunity to see his favorite angel sorry Raphael and favorite human not sorry Solomon cooking together again.

“I’ll get some Demonus and some juice for Luke.” Raphael took his leave.

With every bowl filled, you stared around the table nervously. Who should take the first bite? What if it was awful? Confident, Luke dug in. You watched him carefully.

“This is good – if I do say so myself. You did a great job, MC.”

“It’s delicious,” Simeon added with a grin.

“Asmo would never believe that you made this,” Solomon offered his backhanded compliment. “I’m going to take a picture and share it on Devilgram. I should caption it ‘Thank you Luke and MC for making lunch.’”

“Good job, you two.” Raphael nodded.

“I couldn’t have done this without Luke.” All the praise was starting to get embarrassing, so you turned to Luke. “Thank you so much for teaching me.”

Luke was grinning from ear to ear. He could ace all his exams and he still wouldn’t feel prouder than he was now.

Bonus:

Luke’s secret:

“I’m so happy that I can finally help MC with something. They’re always helping me out, and I don’t get to repay the favor very often. I’m worried about them being alone, but if they can cook, that’s one less thing I have to worry about. I hope I can keep teaching them, and they’ll think of me as someone they can rely on.”

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finally get to another request. I've been kind of out of it, and instead of committing to one request and finishing it, I started like 4 at once. I'll try to get on with the others soon, though.

[causenessus]

HI LOVELY NESS !! good morning afternoon or evening, how’s your day!! i hope you’ve eaten and rested well, today i had a katsu don and it wasn’t that good im kind of heartbroken LOL but i ate a lot of dons in japan so maybe now im just really picky, my palate has been completely altered

i hope things aren’t too stressful now and things are better </3 make sure to take care of yourself and rest properly !! don’t feel stressed to always post if you aren’t feeling well, make sure to always prioritize yourself over anything because your wellbeing matters more than anything else !! i wish i could just absorb your stress and become a stress ball for you to take it all away

but !! my road trip went well, i was asleep for most of the time and only had a really sore neck BUT at least i wasn’t nauseated so ill take it as a win!

IM SOOO EXCITED FOR UR NEW SMAUS TOO AHH your writing always has me kicking my feet or on the edge of my seat, i love love love ur writing! i remember i first found you through your kageyama smau(i can’t remember the name on the top of my head </3) and it was just so cute then cold kisses i was like AHHH then love notes i was like AHHHHHH

omg sorry i’m yapping so much now but i hope the rest of your day is good and u take care of yourself !! drink water and eat lots!! xoxo (btw i love when you yap) (i always love your extra hashtags they’re so cutie)

hello hello love!! <3 I'm about to cook dinner now do not worry about me I hope you've eaten well today!! I'm sorry the katsudon wasn't good but I'm sure you can't get any better than Japan 😭 thank you so much for the reminders <3 and please make sure to take care of yourself too!! I appreciate you so much and I'd never want you to absorb all my stress please 😭😭 you deserve the world and the best life ever free from all stress!!

I'm glad your road trip went well and you weren't nauseous but I'm sorry you had a sore neck!! I hope it's feeling better now <3 AND AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR EXCITEMENT!!! I'M SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT I'VE LOVED HEARING FROM YOU <3 YOU ARE NOT YAPPING AT ALL PLEASE TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO I LOVE READING IT ALL!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!!

[islawritesmegumi]

can u do a part two of this scenario where the boys regretting and want them back but it was too late bcs the reader already move on? :((( i've thought about this kind of plot before BUT I NEVER THOUGHT THAT IT'LL HURT THIS BAD UNTIL I READ YOUR SCENARIO AAA</3

anyway i just found your blog and i already falling in love with ur writing. you bokuto fic is sure hurt so bad but it's really well written! <3

A/N: so sweet, anon! tysm for your support~ also, here’s my attempt at part 2. hope that everyone inc. you and others who requested will like it <3

Ex: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, DAISHOU, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Meian, Futakuchi

Present: Bokuto, Kageyama, Kuroo, HANAMAKI, Semi, Terushima, Romero, Mattsukawa

Part 1

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, I would like to inform you that you have an outstanding balance of $50,000 that is still yet to be paid. I'm also calling in to let you know that there has been another purchase all amounting to $6,000. Please pay by the agreed deadline to prevent your account from freezing."

"I apologize. I will deal with the issue as soon as possible," his head ached. He hanged up the phone while massaging his temples. He sat on the chair by the kitchen counter and let his elbows take refuge on the granite.

He let out a sigh. He has been working himself hard but he knows he couldn't handle shouldering all the bills when there's no one to help him. He couldn't ask his partner. His partner knew nothing but to max his cards as if there was no limit. As if he doesn't have his own limits.

He heard the door open and let his eyes be greeted by the sight of shopping bags.

"Hey," his partner approached him and gave him a kiss but he turned his head away.

"The credit card company called. What did you buy that cost you $6,000 in one day? Do you even need it?" he tried hard to compose himself but he felt that his marriage life was being unfair so he was close to exploding.

"It's just a bag and a few clothes. Calm down," his spouse chuckled, still not feeling the gravity of the situation.

"Calm down? I am working my ass off 24/7 for us to have a comfortable life but that doesn't mean that you will abuse it," he raised his voice, the anger getting to him.

"Oh, excuse me? Wasn't this the life that you promised me? That I would have everything I wanted?" they retorted.

"You're unbelievable."

Suddenly, a memory came to him as fast and as harsh as the winter wind.

You screamed, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist, "this is expensive, I told you not to get me anything!"

"You know I love spoiling you and you should know, there are a lot more coming when we get married," he smiled at your tear-stricken face. You buried your head in his neck, the love you have for him increasing every minute.

"And I will make sure that you will never have to worry about anything," he continued, kissing your cheeks as he hugged you.

"No, I don't want that. I want a life where we share each other's happiness and burdens. With every hardship that you face, know that I'm never going to leave you. We will resolve our issues as a family. And no matter how lavish or so-so our life is going to be, it will be okay because I am with you. And being with you is where I always ever wanted to be."

Your word burned into his mind and his heart numbed. It was too late. Way too late for him to back out of a marriage he shouldn't have offered to the wrong person in the first place.

"I was wrong," he said. Nowadays, he has been thinking of you a lot. And right now, as he stood across the person he didn't know very well yet he married, he realized the mistake he had done. He didn't want to feel it but the regret was uncontainable inside of him.

"What do you mean by th-, hey! Where are you going?" his partner questioned him as he went straight to the door. His mind was running in circles. He didn’t know what to do but his feet wanted to take him to the place where your love sparked and grew.

Your cart bumped against someone. You would have ignored it if it wasn't for the large amount of force applied to it, as if it was done on purpose.

"You again?"

"Ooh, if it isn't the one who went to their ex's wedding," he teased.

"You really have to say that? That was two years ago," you rolled your eyes and proceeded to buy your coffee mate.

"Masochist much?"

"Meddler much?" you retorted at the guy you met at his wedding. When you were about to walk out that day, he bumped into you so hard you almost fell. After that, he followed you because apparently he needed to apologize multiple times.

"Can I score a date now?"

"Nope, I'm busy," you pushed your cart and went to the condiment aisle.

"Don't you need this?" he said as he took a soy sauce from the shelf.

"Not really."

"Oh, I thought this is where you're getting your saltiness from?" he snickered.

"Ha ha," you rolled your eyes once more while a small smile grazed your lips.

"How 'bout this? Your source of spiciness and hotness," he then pulled a sriracha bottle while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"You're so annoying," you couldn’t help the giggle that went out your lips. You pulled his tie towards you to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"I missed you," he said when you retracted.

“I missed you,” you smiled at him. You couldn’t believe you fell for this guy. He had an awful attitude and you didn’t like that. You always pushed him away but the guy seemed like he had a never-ending container of persistence.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Huh? Like what” your eyes blinked at his randomness.

“Like you want to french kiss me.”

You scoffed and hit his arm while he laughed continuously at your perplexed face. He always loved teasing you and making up for it after was the icing on the cake. Oh, and he loves biting you, too. His day wouldn't be complete without sinking his teeth onto the softness of your flesh. 

"What are you even doing here? I thought you were supposed to be back later?"

"I'm the boss, I can leave whenever I like. And since my partner is out on a grocery spree, why not beg for some attention," he hugged you and swayed the both of you sideways. 

"You're unbelieva-" you were cut off by a familiar sound. Your eyes moved away from your boyfriend to the man who stood eight feet away from you.

"Hey," you greeted him, not bothering to move away from your boyfriend's hold.

"Nice to see you again," he said as his eyes travelled along the arms wrapped around you.

What was he thinking? Did he really think that you couldn't move on from him? That you'd be running after him and waiting for him to come back? He was so stupid.

"Are you okay?" you asked, noticing the forlorn look on his face. He looked like he hasn’t slept for days, his eye bags and beard covered the handsome face you once knew.

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to you?" he hoped, prayed desperately that you would let him but this was the start of his agony. He thought that with every broken promise he made, he deserved the accompanied jabbing pain to his chest. And this pain quickly spread to his body leaving him vulnerable. 

Can you give him one more chance? He would do everything just so you can give him the time you used to freely waste on him before. And even if it takes a long time, he would wait just like you did for him. 

"I'm sorry, now's not a good time. We have to pick up Miu but it was really nice seeing you again. You really got that marriage feel to you-,"

Your boyfriend cut you off, "What feel? The feel of emotional and physical exhaus-."

You jabbed your boyfriend by the waist making him whine. He was blunt as ever.

"Sorry about that.. we uh, we have to go, see you later," your ex looked like he wanted to stop you. But the glow you had on your eyes and the smile painted on your lips... he couldn't take it away. Not again. And you have a kid now.

So, he let you go for the second time around because he was a coward. He didn't deserve you, right from the start up 'til the end, he could never deserve you and the warmth you give. It was better for you to be with someone who would appreciate and love you like you should. And that person was already beside you. It was hard for him to say it but he was happy for you. 

"What do you mean by picking up Miu? My brother doesn’t need to be fetched, he's 17 years old," your boyfriend was confused.

"I know, I just felt that... whatever he needed to say, he should've said it years ago. And even if he said it now, it wouldn't make a difference," you intertwined your hand with his.

"Because I’m more handsome?" you chuckled at his obliviousness to the weight of the situation. 

"Because I have you now and that's all that matters."

Little did you know, your ex heard everything-- maybe you meant for him to hear it. He just didn't really expect to have his heart broken by you once again. As much as it felt wrong, he regretted letting you go. And he had to live with this mistake for the rest of his life. 

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[shuchu]

congrats on the event shuchu!! can i req a 69 w/ shu (SFW)!!

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒 a good distraction 𐐚 ° ˚ ₒ ∞

shuchu’s 100 follower event ♡

prompt: “i’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.”

character: shu yamino

note: gn!reader ; college au

author notes: aaa thank you anon for the congrats and for participating in the event!! (≧◡≦) i hope that this short drabble was to your liking! ♡ this was so cute to write and i was going: kyaaaa! when writing this (≧▽≦) shu’s just really cute and i love him sm ♡( ◡‿◡ ) as usual, feel free to leave some feedback and/or send in requests! decorative dividers credit to: @/mykaesu on twt  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

enjoy lovelies! ♡

during one of your classes, your professor announced that you would be given a project to work on with one of your classmates and you were assigned to do the project together with shu. 

after class, a guy with blonde and violet streaks in his raven-black hair walked up to you and introduced himself as your project partner. “hi my name’s shu, it’s a pleasure to be working on this project with you.” you smile and introduce yourself to him as well. you both exchanged numbers and arranged a time and place to work on your project, then you went your separate ways. 

the day that the both of you agreed on came around and you were waiting in a café, working on your other school work while waiting for shu to arrive. after a few minutes, you hear someone plop down on the seat in front of you and you look up to see shu, panting slightly. he apologises to you with a sheepish smile, saying that his professor held the class back to brief them on an upcoming test. you smile and shake your head telling him that you understood.

when working on the assignment, shu was really patient with you. when you didn't understand certain instructions being given for the project, he would explain them to you in simpler terms which helped you understand them better. you’d bounce ideas off each other and once you’ve both decided on how you would go about doing the project, you both get to work. 

you and shu would meet up regularly to work on the project and a month before the project was due, the both of you had already completed it. “woohoo! we’re done y/n! good job!” shu exclaims.

“yeah! we got it done so quickly too! it’s due in a month and we’re already done with it. thank you for guiding me through this whole project, i don’t know if i would be able to produce the same quality of work without your guidance.” you grin.

“nah that was all you, i just helped a little, that’s all.” shu chuckles. 

“so um…” shu continues. “i really enjoyed working with you on this project and i was wondering if you would like to have regular study sessions together. since y’know we have majority of our classes together, it would be nice to study with someone.” he asks with a shy smile. 

"oh of course! i'd love to!" you reply with a smile in return.

days and months ago by, both you and shu would meet up three to four times a week to study together. the study sessions became the highlight of shu’s week as he found himself looking forward to seeing you and hanging out with you every time.

during your study sessions, shu would find himself staring at you and admiring how cute you looked when you were focused. when you look up, sensing his gaze on you, you’d see him looking at his laptop, as if nothing happened. whenever a stray strand of hair would escape from your bun, shu would have to stop himself from reaching out and tucking that strand of hair behind your ear.

one afternoon, you’d both be back at the café, working away. shu would start admiring you again, thoughts of being with you swirling around in his head. this time, you catch him red handed and his eyes widen, a slight pink tinting his cheeks. “why’re you staring at me shu? do i have something on my face?” 

shu shakes his head and says, “um no...it's nothing, i was just lost in thought about something.” 

you giggle and tease him saying, “well, mr yamino, your cheeks tell me otherwise.”

shu blushes even more and sighs, “f-fine, you caught me. i’ve fallen for you y/n and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done. especially when you look so cute when you’re focused.” 

you giggle again, with a slight blush on your cheeks too. “well, i think you look really cute right now shu. i’m sorry for being so distracting.” 

shu groans and hides his face, “y/n stop being so cute, i can’t take it. you’re gonna make me do things i don’t usually do.”

your eyes widen and you look at him curiously, “what things? you might have to show me shu.”

shu sucks in a breath and moves from opposite you to sit beside you. you look at him, still wide eyed, curious as to what he’s going to do, your heart beating wildly against your chest. shu dives in quickly to give you a soft peck on the cheek and sits back straight, the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment. you feel your face burning up too from shu’s little gesture and in the spur of the moment, you lean to the side to give him a peck on the cheek too.

“i like you too shu,” you say bashfully, “i’m glad you feel the same way.” 

[ristoranteivorykeys]

seafoam — imagine

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐚? ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

in which azul and reader have study sessions together that make reader happy... and afraid at the same time. 

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader

╰┈➤ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: aaa this took so long!! 😭 first imagine that was requested to me, and this took... months to get out. i also would like to say here that i had to extend the word count of imagines to 1000 words because 800 words was far too little for me. xD this might actually get a longer version because i really like this idea, and some friends also dropped in a few ideas as well. oh well, either way, i hope you enjoy! ╰┈➤ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: talks of anxiety ╰┈➤ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲: @thecurrator​

“Now here are the terms. I will help you with your studies every day from Monday to Friday at 4pm for the first half of the year. From clarifying any lessons to sharing any tips and tricks to meet the standards of each teacher, I will be able to provide you with anything that you will need to ace your classes. In exchange, you will do favors that I will ask of you in due time. Do we have a deal?”

As a freshman, you were swimming in uncharted waters. Navigating the school, navigating the lessons thrown at you, navigating how to maintain good grades when your gray weasel scores a consistent 70-80%, every day almost threatens to drown you in stresses of culture shock and workload. 

That’s why when Azul Ashengrotto approached you during dismissal, a document in hand, you could have sworn you saw an angel. You didn’t take the time to check the details or wonder what sort of favors he mentioned. All you could think of was the fact that an upperclassman took mercy on a clueless person like yourself.

You, who was sinking in your sea of worries, took his hand reaching to you, with no care of whether he was friend or foe. 

And so with the click of a pen, you signed. 

Truly, Azul knew how to keep his word. 

Really, you never had a better tutor than him. He knew teaching methods and analogies that made lessons clear to you. It was almost like swimming to the surface of the water. Things became brighter and clearer as he guided you upwards.

Within the first week of the study sessions, he also suggested bringing in new chairs and tables. “Changing the environment we study in will affect our mood and productivity,” he said. And the next day, he brought in the new furniture. They looked much newer and felt sturdier, and they matched the interior design. Such simple changes, and yet, you felt affluent in a decrepit house. 

You couldn’t tell anymore when it happened, but for sure, you could remember how you became friends. 

Azul was talking about his club, giving a general overview of what activities the board games club partook in. There came a point where he mentioned certain club members, and one name stuck out to you. A name that you heard in stories told with whispered voices and rolled eyes. 

“Yo hold up, that’s the guy who did…!”

And before you knew it, you were sharing gossip with him, and Azul would respond by sharing what stories he knew as well. Papers left forgotten, you would be snickering about students and exchanging gossip. You would share your comments on each story, and Azul would agree or argue and provide his own insights. 

You never laughed so giddily nor felt like you mattered so much in a conversation. Perhaps he enjoyed it as well because eventually, gossip wove into your shared routine. Study sessions went from an hour long to extending till evening. And every time you bid goodbye to Azul, your chest felt warm from a fun afternoon with him. 

It was during dinner when your peace was shattered. 

You saved up for a favorite meal after nights of cup noodles and broth. You remembered savoring each bite and enjoying dinner for once when Grim spoke. 

“Yanno, you’re pretty spirited around this Azul guy,” he said. “You’re always calm with the others, but with him, you’re grinning a lot.”

You stopped eating. Suddenly, the meal tasted cold.

Your heart was pounding like you were plunged to the sea. Fear of getting close to anyone was like walking on the thinnest ice sheets. On most days, you’d be treading lightly as you made it through the day until the ice felt like gravel. But someone will come who will make you laugh and smile. And before you knew it, you’d remember that you were standing on ice and not gravel. Then it would crack beneath you, plunging you down to the cold fear that left your body frozen. 

So the next time you saw Azul, you cut your conversations short. 

“So, anything on…?”

“None,” you lied. “Anyway, I have to do stuff…”

It’s necessary, you’d reassure yourself. I need to breathe again, and I can only do it by myself. Because this time, you’re wary of who’s friend or foe. You won’t reach out for any hand. 

But sometimes, people run away to know who would care about them. Each time you pushed Azul away, you silently pleaded to him: Please rescue me from this endless sea.

“Are you okay?”

You stiffened at the question. Azul suddenly asked, after all.

“Yeah… I’m fine.”

He frowned at your answer. 

“You’ve been acting more distant lately. Have I offended you?”

Guilt panged in your chest. You didn’t mean to make him feel that he did something. 

“No, not at all,” you reassured. “And well, I’m probably just tired.”

Partly true. You’re tired from drowning, tired of returning to a trauma that you thought you escaped from. You wanted him gone— around him, you’re scared because you felt comfortable around him, and the more you stayed with him, the more likely you’d make the same mistakes and hurt yourself again—

You blinked, the sudden sensation of a hand on your shoulder bringing you out of your thoughts. You met Azul’s gaze, and his thumb started drawing small circles on the fabric of your jacket. 

“I understand,” he said with a small smile. “If the need to vent arises, you’re free to tell me your worries anytime.”

It felt like you broke to the surface and saw the light. 

Azul’s eyes held a knowing glint, as if he always saw through your every lie. As if he saw the hurt plaguing you. Your throat constricted, and your eyes burned with unshed tears. But you’re not ready to cry or vent to him. For now, all you gave him was a smile.

“Thanks, Azul.”

[spaceydragons]

Late Winter Showers Bring Early Spring Flowers

The Tatooine rains bring a special surprise

My Valentine's day gift for @biorust-art through @starwarsfandomfests and aaa! I literally had so much fun writing this I really hope u like it 🥺 also big thanks to @milf-maul for being my beta reader!

A/N; I completely made those flowers up ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and the three of them are laying in like... in a triangle situation I suppose lol I feel like it's hard to tell the difference between the "seasons" on Tatooine with just the weather but it does have seasons, also Boba only calls din "Djar'ika" in private/when no one's around (also also I may or may not write a prequel to this)

Pairing; Boba&Fennec&Din found family with a hint of soft BobaDin

Rating; G

Word Count; 1.3k

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The seasonal winter rains of Tatooine are never really guaranteed.

Sometimes they come once a year. Sometimes they come once a decade. Sometimes they come once a century.

There hasn't been any significant amount of rain since Boba's first year with the Tribe, nearly six years ago. It was almost the end of "winter" on Tatooine, now bordering on "spring" without a rain cloud in sight. Most people were starting to lose hopes of it raining at all this year.

Until it did.

It came on fast and furious early in the morning-- appearing seemingly out of nowhere, as Tatooine rains usually do. The giant cloud, acting as if it was on a mission, passed over the Palace and moved on to it's next destination. Though another storm would be rolling through soon, the rains always come on sporadically multiple times a day during the rainy season.

There's no doubt every person in every city and settlement where the rains passed rushed out to collect whatever water they could, while children who've likely never seen rain before looked on in wonder.

There's no doubt the Tusken's have already known that the rains were coming this year, setting out their water collectors beforehand, while the children ran around and played in the rain with their Anooba's and Massiff's.

The residents and workers at the Palace look on and get excited over the rains as well. Some even run out with water collectors, while others just stand with their arms outstretched as they look up at the sky, simply enjoying the feeling of rain on their skin.

"They know you have a water reserve, right?" Din asks, standing next to Boba at the edge of the Palace's large front gate as they watch the excited workers.

"They know." Boba says, leaning against the rough sandstone wall. "But they aren't like us, Djar’ika. Rain is a rarity, and it's practically in their blood to get excited over it. I can't in good consciousness tell them not to enjoy it."

"I… suppose I didn't think about it like that." The other Mandalorian admits, and Boba doesn't have to see Din's face to know he's in deep thought.

"Boba's right," Fennec walks up behind the two, sipping from her mug of caff, "let the locals enjoy the rain. We have a Palace to run."

"That we do, and it can't run by itself." Boba huffed, pushing himself off of the wall and gently knocking his vambrace against Din's pauldron-- their own little wordless way of saying 'follow me' before heading back into the Palace.

"Fennec, what do we have on the agenda for today? Anything pressing for this afternoon?"

"Hmm, nothing too far out of the ordinary." She ponders, taking another sip of her caff. "Why do you ask?"

Boba chuckles. "Just keep an ear out for me later, hopefully I'll have something to show you two."

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The day had gone smoothly enough, though the morning court did drag on longer than usual with various individuals bringing their traditions and celebrations about rains to the Palace.

It was mid afternoon, Fennec and Din we're sitting at a table in the armory doing their weekly combo of weapons checking and security talks, when Boba found them.

"Oh good, I've found both of you." To any other person, Boba might not seem too out of the ordinary-- but Din and Fennec knew him better than that. Not even his usual stoic face couldn't hide the excitement buzzing under his skin. "Have either of you looked outside recently?"

"No?" Din cocks his head as Fennec shakes her head. "Me and Shand have been in here since morning court. Why do you ask?"

Visibly gripping his helmet tighter, Boba beams a giddy smile. "Take a break and come with me, I have something to show you two."

Din looks at Fennec, the slight tilt of his head conveying his confusion, as she offers nothing but a shrug. They get up to follow him regardless.

Instead of taking them to the front gate, Boba leads them to a rarely used and rusted over side entrance. "Ready?" He asks, hand ready to punch in the code on the cobweb covered panel.

"As we'll ever be." Fennec says sarcastically as Din nods.

Boba smiles again, the door groaning in complaint as it opens.

Fennec gasps, and Din sees something he's only ever heard of.

As far as the eye can see, the once monotone sands of Tatooine were now covered in a carpet of tiny multicolored flowers. From bright red's and orange's and yellow's, to calm blue's and purple's and pink's.

"It's a superbloom." Din whispers, looking out to the sea of color.

"It is. There was one with the last major rains, too. I didn't know if there would be one this time as well." Boba sets his helmet down by the door. "Now," he begins taking off his boots and gloves, and walks out to the field of flowers, "c'mon you two, let's go."

"Go? Is it… safe? To walk barefoot on it?" Fennec asks, skeptical of what she's seeing. Because it usually isn't safe to walk barefoot on Tatooine. Even if the sun's are currently on the other side of the Palace, casting the area in a wide shadow. The sands could still be hot.

"It's safe." Boba chuckles as he walks further out. "Take your boots and come see."

Still skeptical, Fennec undos the clasps on her boots and slips them off. Taking a tentative step out into the flowers, she's pleasantly surprised by what she feels under her foot. "They're almost… cool."

"Didn't I tell you, huh?" Boba gestures for her to venture out. "C'mon, they're not going to bite or sting." He looks over to Din, still standing in the doorway. "You too, Djarin." With a crook of his fingers, Boba beckons him over with a 'come here' motion.

Din takes his boots off, leaving them against the wall next to Boba's and Fennec's. He seems to tread almost as lightly as he possibly can, like he's subconsciously not wanting to crush the small flowers too much. Fennec walks over to a patch of orange flowers a little ways off, pocketing her gloves to pick one, as Din makes his way over to Boba.

"Beautiful, isn't it Djar'ika?"

"It is." Din stops next to the other Mandalorian. "I've never seen a superbloom before, only ever heard of them."

"I had high hopes that one would happen after today's rains," Boba says, "there's just something so… special, about them."

Fennec trots back over to them. "I like these ones." She holds up her hands, full of small orange flowers with delicate wedge shaped petals. "They smell unique, almost spicy."

"Those are Tatoo'i flowers," Boba grins excitedly, "they can make a numbing salve if you dry the petals into a powder and mix it with a little bit of rendered bantha fat. Every one of the flowers can be used in some way." Boba can see it clear as day-- the children of all the Tusken tribe's eagerly running around and gathering up what specific flower's the Grandmother's need to make their medicine's.

"Now," Boba moves to sit down, grunting at the exertion on his knees, "let's take a rest." He sighs as he lays back.

It's Fennec's turn to look at Din with a puzzled look, only for him to just shrug at her. He lays down a little bit behind and to the left of Boba, and Fennec at the opposite side.

In a wordless request, Boba gently runs his knuckles over the back of Din's still gloved hand. Immediately taking the hint, Din removes his gloves, lacing his fingers with Boba's as his other hand gently feels the flowers beneath him.

"This is really nice. Thank you for showing us, Boba." Fennec says as Din squeezes Boba's hand in agreement.

"By this time next week they'll all be gone." He pats Fennec's shoulder and slowly runs his thumb over Din's knuckles.

"We have to enjoy the little things, while they last."

[ohworm-writes]

AAA- MY HEART- BUT THAT WAS SO GOOD JSHFG. I just, I just cant explain how much I l o v e d it. Possible part two of the aftermath?? Like Reader's situation, how Tommy is feeling after he took it all in after the war and the rest of the people's reaction to this random person?? you dont have to of course, what you want matters much but dhfurhg just really loving it lol.

main masterlist •• •• •• mcyt masterlist

loss/lôs,läs/

noun

the fact or process of losing something or someone.

Pairing - Tommyinnit x gn!ghost!Reader ( platonic )

Warnings - death , mourning , derealization , blood mention

Note - i decided to do this as more of headcanons than a whole oneshot. i’m so happy you enjoyed it, tears and all, and i hope you enjoy this as well! 

Word Count - 1.1k

prompt - check the ask!

content below the cut!

when you died for the second time, instead of a warm feeling washing over you, like the feeling of the sun shining down on you softly in the middle of a sleepy afternoon

it was like it had dragged you under the surface of the ocean, cold ice water filling your lungs

it was blistering hot and freezing cold, deafeningly loud and eerily quiet, all and nothing all at once

your eyes shut tight, too scared to open

too scared to see what might be there if you were to open them

but you couldn’t hide forever

oh, how you wished that were the case

when you opened your eyes, it was the same room you had been in before, but this time-

other people were there

Blinking several times, you look around you, over one shoulder and then the other. It was the same white room as before, but people surrounded you in a circle. Each person stood several feet away from you. Well, you could hardly call them people. Their bodies were made of a black mass, it covered their body like a goo. It looked slimy and misty at the same time. Maybe if you touched it, it would fade away like a cloud- or it would coat your hands like slime. 

The people had no eyes, simply just black masses that stood a good foot over your height. You furrow your brows in confusion. Was this your limbo? If so, what was so bad about it? You reach your hand up to rub the back of your neck, looking around you at the things that surround you. They had heads, that you could tell, but no other defining limbs. Almost as if they were wrapped in black trench coats. 

“Who are you people?” Something clicks, and all of a sudden, as if snapped out of a trance by your voice, the people move. There are hundreds, thousands of them. They rush left and right, near and far. They all rush in different directions, as if you were on the sidewalk of a big city. Everyone had somewhere to get to. 

“Excuse me? Hey there-” This time, your voice isn’t audible, it’s only in your head. You try again, attempting to call out to one of the people, but your words are in your head again. You try to reach a hand out towards them, but they stay stuck to your sides. What in the hell? You try again, and again, and again and again and again. No matter how hard you try to catch their attention, they don’t see you. They don’t hear you.

You’re invisible again. 

each person’s limbo is catered to themself, some fear or theirs put to light they could never imagine

yours just had to be your troubles with invisibility

and you would spend forever like this

it brought up too many questions

were you really dead?

were you alive?

were you-

real?

had this all been some sick and twisted mind game just to mess with you?

had you never been real in the first place?

you would spend all of eternity thinking about that

and you could only hope Tommy would never experience a limbo of his own

speaking of the boy

he was in shambles

he still had a war to finish. but after this?

he could barely make it to his feet, how could anyone expect him to fight?

almost everyone else there had gone back to fighting

yes, they wondered why some stranger had wandered into a battlefield and gotten themselves killed, but there were more pressing matters at hand

Tubbo tried to go over and help Tommy, to drag him away at least

but seeing his lifelong friend in such a broken state almost broke him

“Tommy, we have to go! At least let’s get you off the field!” Tubbo yells, putting his hands under his friend’s arms and attempting to pull him away from your body. The sight of it makes bile rise to his throat, but he pushes the feeling down and focuses on moving Tommy. The blond doesn’t even try to fight with Tubbo, letting his body fall limp as Tubbo drags him. His eyes are still trained on your figure, even from far away. 

By the time Tubbo realizes Tommy is crying, the boy in question is full-on sobbing. Dry heaves and desperate gasps for air sound from him, his body shaking as he wails. His cries are loud, his wails full of panting and cries. Tubbo wraps his arms around his friend, trying to calm him down, but it does nothing. Tears pour down his face, and as much as he tries, he can’t wipe them away. 

“Fuck you Dream, you stupid sonofabitch!” His voice cracks as he screams towards the sky, his voice wavering as he yells at the man who killed his best friend. Dream can’t hear it, of course, and if he did, why would he care? What’s dying twice when you’ve already experienced it once? Hell, that’s what it is. 

after the Doomsday aftermath, Tommy didn’t talk to anyone

even as he met with the last standing L’Manburgians, he was silent

that lively and energetic personality he had was lost

he lost part of himself that day

he secluded himself for months after

not talking to anyone unless they came to him

even then, he’d talk with as few words as possible

if he spoke any more than that, they’d hear his voice break, and an inevitable sob wrack through him, before completely breaking down

with the efforts of Tubbo and Ranboo, helping him day in and day out, he returned to his normal self somewhat

more lively, close to before

but never the same again

if they ever brought your name up, tears would fill his eyes, and he’d try with all of his might to stifle a broken sob

during their time with him, Ranboo and Tommy learned about you

they learned how big of a role you played in Tommy’s life

Tubbo felt hurt a little when Tommy called you his ‘best friend’

but he understood where Tommy was coming from

you were really his best friend

through him through thick and thin

Tubbo couldn’t say the same

Ranboo ended up telling Phil and Techno about you

it clicked for the two

Tommy’s imaginary friend

Phil would admit it, it got him teary eyed

as for the rest of the SMP, they could do without knowing

however, some questioned what a gravestone was doing in the land's crater, blue flowers laid next to them, and a boy, beyond broken, mourning at the spot

[fa1ryofshampoo]

hii! i was wondering if you could do a smut request for heeseung please? where him and the reader are basically always getting cockblocked by the other members leaving both of y’all fed up(especially heeseung). until one day all the boys leave, so heeseung takes out his pent up anger? (i don’t know how describe it lol) on the reader. you can make it as detailed as you want!

thank you and have a great day! <3

hello! here it is! i enjoyed writing this aaA, i hope i did okay here huhu thank you for the request and stay safe! 💟

Thirsty

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

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Today, I have the whole afternoon to myself. Thanks to the strength and power I had I was able to finish the tasks up until noon time. I lie down my bed and scrolled through my phone when my boyfriend's name appeared on my screen, a call incoming.

"Heedeungie." He chuckled at my cute voice.

"Y/N, how are you? Are you busy?"

"I'm good, I'm not busy. I have finished my tasks so I have the rest of the day to spare." I responded.

"Would you like to come over here? I cooked something for the two of us since the boys are all out." I sensed some shyness in his voice on the last sentence. A smile formed on my lips because of my boyfriend's thoughtfulness.

"Okay! I'll text you once I'm near there." We both said our goodbyes and I went to change clothes. Since I'm on the mood to wear something fancier than just jeans and a shirt, I went for a casual dress and a denim jacket matched with my boots. I brushed my hair and gave my pout a touch of my favorite lip tint before I stepped out of my apartment. Dang, it's cold.

While sitting on the bus, I tought of the times me and Heeseung spent on their dorm. Most of the time, the two of us will watch movies or play board games that will eventually end up to us making out in their room. Heeseung, as my first boyfriend, is clingy. He will not hesitate to make the first move and make me feel things I haven't felt before and I love that. One day, when we thought about finally having sex after and when we first tried to do it, Jungwon suddenly knocked on the room saying that the foods they ordered were there already. I remember clearly how hard he was at that time, how I sat on his erection restricted by his boxers and how my school skirt was bunched up to my waist, ready for what was about to happen. But although Heeseung is clingy, he gets pretty flustered easily. That's why when we got interrupted, I know we won't be able to continue anymore. When I came there another time, Heeseung forgot to lock the door so Sunghoon suddenly barged in, thinking the two of us are just chillin' because he heard songs playing inside. But then again, we were almost discarding our clothes. And again, we're interrupted.

Just everytime, every single time we would want to have sex, something has to come up and take away the moment from the both of us. I noticed how Heeseung was flustered and shy the first time it happened and how he was disappointed the last time we got interrupted. I'm wondering if the same thing will happen today even if the boys are out.

I finally saw the familiar sight of their dorm so I went down the bus and texted Heeseung that I'm about to cross the road. Before I could even cross the road, Heeseung was already outside waiting for me. When I reached him he immediately embraced me. He smells so freakin' good, goodness gracious. He wore just plain white shirt and a black baggy sweatpants. His hair now black with an almost mullet making him even more attractive. Can he get even more attractive?

"Someone missed me so much, the stares are melting me." I lightly slapped his arm making him laugh.

When I entered the dorm, Heeseung closed the door and trapped me between his arms, devouring my mouth. I was a bit surprised but immediately responded to the kiss. His hands ran down my hands and I can feel him taking his time. We're not rushing things and we're letting our bodies move accordingly. To my dismay, my stomach grumbled in the middle of our make out sesh. Heeseung opened his eyes, chuckling after he realized my stomach complained. I looked at him apologetically and before I could say anything, Heeseung opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay, Y/N. I know I prepared food and before they get cold and you collapse from hunger let's eat now." No wonder I had a big time crush on him up until now.

After eating the foods he prepared, he took my hand and played some upbeat songs to dance jam with. We continued to dance and converse until we finally felt like sitting already. We sat on the couch and decided to drink some soju.

"Time flies so fast, it's already four in the afternoon. When will the boys come home?" I asked him while he poured me a drink.

"Jungwon, Sunoo and Ni-Ki will be home by nine I guess. They said they'll be having dinner outside. Sunghoon, Jake and Jay won't be home until tomorrow morning due to their personal errands." My mouth formed an 'o'. It's very rare that the boys go out and have time of their own.

"Thank you for spending your spare time with me. I really appreciate it." I raised my glass and took a shot of it. "Oh, shoot. That still hits!" My face grimaced with the taste of alcohol. Heeseung laughed at my expression. He know how low my alcohol tolerance is so he never lets me finish a bottle to myself. After a few more shots, I know that tipsy is enough so I stopped. Heeseung drank the remaining drink. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his temples. I took a good look at the sight in front of me. My boyfriend, gulping from the bottle, adam's apple shifting with every gulp, his shirt hanging low down to his chest, eyebrows furrowing from the aftertaste of the alcohol. Heavenly.

"You might drool, sweetheart." To my surprise, Heeseung was already mere centimeters away from my face. He played with the lace of the hem of my dress. "You dolled up for me today with this dress despite the fact we're staying at home and it's freezing cold outside." I can only look at him, too tempted of his actions. "I see you wore the lip tint I gave you. I was right when I thought it would suit you." His gaze went down to my lips. He held my hand and I squeezed it.

No words needed, he gave me wet kisses on my neck. "Do you know how much I waited to finally have time with you alone?" He managed to mumble while still kissing my jaw and everywhere else he could. I can feel he's getting impatient but he still made sure to savor every moment. I can only hum as a response. I turned his head to mine and kissed him. The taste and the flavor of the drink lingered everytime our tongues fought. "Your lips taste so good, Heeseung." He bit my bottom lip and held my hair to deepen the kiss. Fervor grew each and every minute, my denim jacket, his shirt and sweatpants now discarded while he held my thighs and I straddled him. He held onto my ass before standing up and giving it a sharp slap that made me yelp. I can feel the erection growing from his sweatpants. I rolled my hips to make my pooling core meet his member that made him groan. I noticed how his half-lidded eyes are now filled with so much lust.

"Heeseung, please just fuck me now." I continued to roll my hips in his. Growing impatient, he pinned me to the wall and bunched my dress up to my waist. He took his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He held my waist as I slowly sat down on his thick cock. When I was finally halfway, he thrusted up and picked up his pace immediately. His movements show how much he's thirsty to do this all along. Heeseung played and flicked my nipples with his tongue while kneading the other one. I didn't know how to react, all I know was the dorm was filled with our moaning noises. "You know how much I wanted to pound into you like this, hm? I know you wanted me to fuck you too huh don't you?" His brows furrowed while his eyes remained filled with lust. "Want me to fuck you real hard? Use your words baby."

"Yes, Heeseung please!" Tears started forming in my eyes from pleasure. "Yeah, I like that. Always say please, baby." I rolled my hips to meet his movements and moaned directly into his ear. I kissed the spot behind his ear making him moan. Heeseung opened their room and lay me down his bed without breaking our kiss and position. Once I was comfortably laying down, he took one of my legs up and placed it on his shoulders. I ran my hands on his well-built chest and his abs. I took time to admire my heavenly-looking boyfriend hungrily fucking me. "Fuck, Heeseung. You look so hot." I cannot contain it any longer. "You too, Y/N, you look hotter than hell." He pulled my dress up and throwing it somewhere in the room, leaving me with my underwear. He took away my bra and without a warning, he tore my panties not wanting to pull out from me. My mouth opened agape in surprise from him tearing my panty and his thrusts growing even faster, hitting a spot that made me emit a high-pitched moan. "Just like that, baby. Doing so good for me." He held onto my waist in the tightest way possible to hold me in place.

"So fucking tight." His growl made me unconsciously clench around him. He kneaded my breasts while the room was filled with the noise of our skin slapping, his growls and my moans. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He continued to moan my name each time. I didn't know his thrusts could still grow faster and deeper, a knot forming in my stomach making me hold onto his bicep while moaning his name. He drew circles on my aching clit, enough to overstimulate me. It's so intense my legs were shaking and my toes curling. "Me too, Heeseung. I-I'm cumming." He kissed me and rode my high until his own high came, my name and curses leaving his mouth. He pulled out and came on my stomach.

After catching our breaths from the intensity, Heeseung got up to grab tissues and clean the mess. "Finally, no one interrupted us." I chuckled. "Yeah, finally. I was really looking forward to finally having you to myself, Y/N." He covered my body with blanket before lying down beside me. "It's cold, jagi. Please hug me~" This was his complete opposite minutes ago. I snuggled to his chest, bodies sweaty but none of us cared. He wrapped his arms around my body and hummed me a lull while caressing my hair. What an adorable yet thirsty baby, I thought.

[sxfik]

Helloooo. Lemme start by saying how awesome fantastic amazing your fics are. I have a solhwi ask/prompt if it's not a problem. What would the study group's reaction be to established solhwi + bonus for prof kim and yangs reactions. Any headcanon or fic you can write about this please.

wicked love, leaves me blind

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a/n: aaaa thank you so much for the kind words and the request! there's slight canon divergence in this and i decided on a more head canon format for this fic. this turned out kinda longer than expected but AAA my mind really ran with this prompt lmaooo. without much further adieu, i hope you like this <333

it's been 2 weeks since joon hwi confessed to her, running to her house in the middle of the night, panicked and afraid after the news of lee man ho hunting down professor yang

after the man had run from the scene, joon hwi was sure that he'd come back to his house, not afraid to hurt anyone on the way there. and in an instant, he started running, taking off towards her house without a second thought

by time he had reached her house, he was drenched in sweat, his heart thundering out of his chest in panic, in fear and in hope, that she was all right. he knocked frantically on the door of her house, hoping, praying that she was alright.

and to his relief, sol opened the door, her hair put up in the familiar messy bun. she yawned as she opened the door languidly, still wearing the hanguk law school sweatshirt he had once loaned her during a sleepless night of studying.

"han joon hwi? what are you doing here, it's lat-"

he lunged for her without a thought, gathering her in his arms and pressing her close to his body. she's alive, she's okay, chorused in his head as he shuddered out a breath of relief. she let out a soft oof but relaxed into him, her arms coming around his waist in a familiar way

he pulled away after what seemed like not long enough of a hug, and maybe it was the adrenaline, or the pure euphoria of finding her safe and in one piece that pushed him towards her lips, kissing her with fevor.

and after a shocked moment, she kissed him back, drinking him in, tugging him closer, desperate for more, more, more

and the rest was, well, history. it didn't take long after for the two of them to confess to each other, understanding that they needed each other in their life.

so it's been 2 weeks since han joon hwi confessed to her. really, they meant to keep their relationship secret. in the midst of their fight against assemblyman ko, the case against lee man ho and the mystery of what really happened the night of the hit-and-run case, they agreed that it was easier to keep it under wraps

after all, it was a new relationship to both of them. it wasn't like they hadn't dated other people, but what sol and joon hwi had was a carefully built friendship that was founded in trust and care for each other. and making it public, could only do them more damage as they become leverage against each other if their case goes south.

they only had one, very, very small, problem.

they were awful at keeping their hands off each other

alone time was very scarce for the both of them. with joon hwi being highly ranked, he was always pulled into every study session and every discussion in the school. not to mention, he had his own studies to maintain, alongside working at the legal clinic and helping professor yang with the mystery that had plagued the school.

kang sol's case was no different. she had to slave over her assignments, spending every spare moment at the school library, pouring over her text books. the moment not spent there was split between working to gather money for her mother and byeol, the legal clinic and assemblyman ko's case. not to mention her digging into kang dan's whereabouts as much as she could.

every single time they had together, there were too many people around for their tastes. during their busiest days, they had settled for subtle touches and stealing glances at each other whenever possible

so they spent their spare moments, huddled in the corridors, catching up on each other's days, making out and getting some time alone.

they'd make all kinds of excuses to leave early or walk each other to their dorm rooms, trying to maximize all their time with each other. every time they made to each other's rooms, they'd linger at the entrance, trying to see each other for just one more second.

and it was no wonder that when they first got caught, sol was pinned against the stairwell wall, joon hwi's lips buried in her neck. his fingers ghosted the hem of her shirt as she was pulled him closer to her and then...

clang!

the two broke apart, startled at the noise, their faces red. joon hwi's usual bangs were disheveled, sol's messy bun now loose and her hair cascading down her shoulders.

the two of them turned their head towards the noise only to find ye-beom and bok-gi, the latter's mouth gaping open like a fish. ye-beom on the other hand, stopped sucking on his lollypop, eyes wide as they looked at each other then looked back at the couple who were caught red handed.

bok-gi's hands were still frozen as the plate that fell from his hands lay at his feet and for what felt like eternity, there was absolute silence.

and then chaos.

"you two- when did you- how- what-" both of them started firing their questions rapid-fire.

the couple, who's faces were strawberry red, shushed them the best they could, looking around frantically to ensure no one else would here the commotion.

it took around 10 minutes for the boys to calm down, still reeling from what they witnessed

slowly, the couple explained that they were dating, and satisfying some of their curiosity before letting the boys go, with the stern warning of never repeating any of this information to anyone.

predictably, their whole study group knew about sol A and joon hwi the very next day.

of course, while ye-beom and bok-gi were huge gossips, they made sure the news didn't reach outside their sphere.

the next day, sol and joon hwi were the first ones to walk into the hideout, attempting to put up their "we're best friends! no relationship here!" facade up early, while the rest of the group quietly shuffled in.

they were good for the first 5 minutes (in reality they didn't last even 2 minutes) but joon hwi just can't keep his eyes off of her, especially when she's working through arguments for the case

the lovesick display lasts about... 10 minutes before Sol B stands up from her chair abruptly, causing everyone to jump in their seats.

as always, her face is neutral, but she spins to face ji ho, as the boy adjusted his glasses on his face so he could look up at her

"you own me 20 dollars" she simply stated at him, her hand outstretched

"what, no way i'm paying that" ji ho moved back, his face shocked that she even remembered

"you bet that they would take 3 months to confess, and i bet at 6 months— "

"it's been way longer than 6 months!"

"mine was closer"

"i think," ye-seul interjected as she took her seat at the table, heading back from her project work for professor kim's class, "that you both owe me 20 dollars. from what I remember, i bet that they would take longer!"

a chaotic clamber erupted as each member argued who owed who money, who bet on what,

"yah, ye-seul, how could you bet on me like that!" Sol interrupted the clamor, spinning to look at her best friend in shock and disbelief.

"sorry, unnie. it was too tempting of an offer for me to turn down" she replied, not looking the least bit apologetic.

joon hwi grinned at sol A as she looked around flabbergasted at their friends, before he grabbed her idle hand and held it up.

"just so we can fend off any confusion, sol is now my girlfriend. sorry we didn't get to tell you earlier, but to make up, we'll treat you to a dinner after all this mess is offered."

their group cheered at that, never being the one to turn down an offer for free food

it was bliss for the couple after that, and relief too. they could both agree that keeping a relationship under wraps was much harder than they could handle, with so much of this being new to them alongside the chaos of their lives

telling their friends took the pressure off, at least allowing themselves to indulge in each other without having to be extra careful of who was watching.

theirs was a blinding love. it was blinding bliss, it was peace.

bonus +1:

professor kim was a busy woman, but she always had the time for her students. taking the time to know each and every one of them was something she took pride in as a teacher.

but out of all her students, the study group lead by han joon hwi consisted of her favorite students that she taught. as a result of professor seo's unfortunate death and the reveal of everything that assemblyman ko had orchestrated, professor kim found herself around those kids more and more.

nevertheless, it was another day, another case to navigate at the legal clinic. it was a busy afternoon at hanguk law school, and professor kim's star students, sol and joon hwi huddled together trying to find the best way for the property case at hand

she had always had a soft spot for those two, ever since their class first semester when sol A blurted out a judgement and joon hwi, out of nowhere supported her. of all her years of teaching, she hadn't found a duo that was more hardworking, passionate and loyal than the two of them

Sol A was not her brightest student but she had tenacity and passion that more than made up for it. She could spot the hardworking girl, hunched over her textbooks hours after every other student had left.

Professor Kim had always found that some of the brightest students in her class would make for the worst in the field. because, being a lawyer wasn't about memorizing the codes or adhering to the rigid structure that many assumed the law to be. it was to offer kindness, compassion and understanding that they were humans first, before they could be judged by the law

and she knew that Sol A was one such girl who had that. She had watched as she defended Yang, even when the detectives and prosecutor were trying to close up the case and force him down as the perpetrator. even when joon hwi was accused, Sol stood by his side, pursing every route possible to prove his innocence. At every turn, she stood up for those who needed sympathy and kindness from the law; for those that the law would have hurt.

Joon Hwi was no different. the first time she saw him, she assumed him to be a cold, callous genius who had no time for anyone but himself. but oh, how wrong she was. Joon hwi was quiet the opposite. Even while being a generally reserved student, he had an inviting energy surrounding him that made every one like him, despite the intense competition at school

from the first day, it was clear he wasn't here for the marks or the validation of his teachers: it was passion and self motivation that drove him. it was clear that he was built to practice law, his mind was always sharp for legal terms and loopholes. but joon hwi always went the extra mile for his friends, always gave an extra hand to help, even when they didn't necessarily need it.

she could see it in him during Ye-Seul's case, eager to help her. she could see it when Ji Ho's father's suicide case came out, how eager he was to help and comfort his roommate.

but most of all, she could see it with Sol A. she wasn't sure when she had noticed their closeness, but she could see them walking the halls together, a smile spread across both their faces or them arguing across the table at the legal clinic, trying to work out the best method.

she could see it in the way Joon Hwi watched Sol, an almost lovesick smile on his face when she smiled or when she finally got the answers she was searching for. Professor Kim also knew, from her years of watching professor yang and prosecutor bae dance around each other, that it would be rare if they confessed to each other

so it was very odd when she looked across from her stack of papers to find joon hwi holding sol's hand as he flipped through the case file in front of him, both of them hyper focused into the details

maybe it was pure curiosity, maybe it was a taste for chaos that motivated her to call out "oh, are you two finally dating?" expecting their flustered and embarrassed reactions

but instead, she was met with a beaming smile from Joon Hwi that answered all the questions she had. Kang Sol on the other hand was left glaring and sputtering at her new boyfriend.

it was funny and gleeful, watching two of her favored students find a new life together, forging a new path.

and it was also pure relief for her, that she wouldn't have to deal with another professor yang and prosecutor bae situation

bonus +2:

the cold wind whipped around them as the couple accompanied professor yang back to campus. another night, another mystery, another trip to the police station to give witness statements

tonight was no different as the truth of the hit-and-run case started revealing itself, and the professor had accompanied the two students in silence, contemplative of all that has happened, the puzzle pieces slowly clicking together

professor yang was never meant to be a professor, in fact he hates the title itself. what he was meant for was to interrogate, to dig up clues and find out exactly who the culprit is and use the law to prove why they were guilty. for him, one's feelings did not matter, it was always about the evidence presented in front of him and how it could be interpreted.

it didn't mean he didn't care about his students, quite the opposite. it just meant that he wasn't the nurturing type as professor kim was. the one to always meddle in student affairs or keep track of how his students were doing outside of class

but with the two students walking beside him, they were the ones that he wanted to see succeed. they were the ones he was the most proud of as they presented their cases in public, finding their own ways to fight against injustice.

he was proud of them and in his heart, he knew it reminded him of a certain set of school mates, ones that were attached at the hip, a regret he has carried with him until he met her again on the court floor.

so maybe it was the deliriousness of all they had went through together or pure stupidity that made him pause in the tracks. his students continued on for a moment but then paused in their tracks, turning around to see what had stopped their professors.

"Kang Sol A." he nodded towards her.

"Han Joon Hwi." he nodded towards him.

"Congratulations on your new relationship"

he paused after, looking up at his students, both of them wide eyed that Professor Yang of all people, congratulated them on this.

and then, as if making it worse, he smiled.

Kang Sol's mouth dropped open, her hands reaching up to her eyes to rub them as if she was hallucinating what she saw.

Han Joon Hwi was incredulous, blurting out "Professor, have you been taking methamphetamines again?"

"Professor Yang has taken WHAT?" Sol whipped her head around, the sight of her professor expressing glee was already too much for her to handle but the news that he has taken meth just drove her head into overdrive.

the two were stuck in their positions, as their professor moved forward, brushing past them as if this event had never happened.

[aomine-ryo]

hi!! could i please request aomine + kise w a super insecure s/o but she doesn’t really say anything about it? but overtime the boys see how closed off she seems w everything ? aaa sorry if this doesn’t make sense

It made sense, don’t worry!! I hope you like this x

Scenario: Kise and Aomine with an insecure s/o

Kise

You loved dating Kise— you really did. As someone who had tendencies to worry about what others thought of you as well as be over-critical on yourself, being with him was quite refreshing. His bubbly personality and constant reassurance definitely helped you gain some self-love that you probably wouldn’t have been able to find without him.

There was one issue though. Kise was a rather popular person, being a model and all. For the first few months of your relationship, you managed to stay hidden by not going out in public with him too often. Of course, the two of you couldn’t always have dates at each other’s houses because there were so many places Kise wanted to take you, so you slowly began to go out together.

It didn’t take long for rumours to go around about your relationship, considering Kise’s popularity as a model was growing quite rapidly at this point. At first, you didn’t mind too much because they were just rumours and no one could confirm nor deny it per say. Furthermore, you felt quite happy knowing that Kise was all yours, and that you were in a relationship where you lifted each other up, so what others said about it wasn’t something you were concerned about.

However, that was until people started sneaking pictures of the two of you in public. You didn’t notice anything as it happened because you were caught up with Kise, but a few hours after you returned home, your social media was plastered with mentions as people tagged you in photos with your boyfriend. Looking at the surge of those photos made you begin to feel overwhelmed. You couldn’t help but read what people had to say about it, even though you knew you’d probably regret it.

At first, you didn’t really see anything too bad. Things like ‘Oh a new couple! How cute’ and ‘They’re adorable together, Kise-kun looks so happy’ seemed to be scattered amongst more surprised and sceptical comments that questioned the validity of the photos. And then you found the hate.

‘Yikes. Why is Kise dating someone like that?’, ‘No offense but Kise can do better’, ‘Did they pay Kise to date them or something? I never imagined him actually dating someone like that lol’ along with many other comments of that sort was soon all you saw. The nicer comments that were sprinkled here and there suddenly lost all its value as the meaner ones were all you seemed to look at.

You switched your phone off and put it aside as you began to feel your throat close up. As your brain began to question your self worth, a few tears managed to escape, even though you were trying so hard not to let it get to you. Maybe they were right? was all you could think about as you slowly but surely beat yourself up about it.

“Y/N-cchi! Are you free after school?” Kise chirped as you met up with him at recess a few days later.

“Probably. Why?”

“Let’s go on a date! There’s this boba café nearby that I think you’d really like,” he said with a smile, cheery as ever.

“I’m not sure. I think I’ll have to pass,” you said softly. You really didn’t want any more online attention than you were already getting.

“Why not?” he pouted.

You looked up at his frowning face and felt a wave of guilt. You made him sad. The comments were right. You don’t deserve him. “I just don’t feel like it,” you shrugged, pinching yourself.

“You’ll feel better when you try their drinks— trust me. It’ll be fun,” Kise said, giving you a smile that never failed to make your heart melt.

With a heavy sigh, you nodded slightly, “Alright I guess we can go then.”

Kise’s face lit up once again as his arms wrapped around you so tight that you felt like you couldn’t even breathe. “Yay, a date with Y/N-cchi!” he sang.

After school, the two of you walked to the cafe together. The weather was quite pleasant, and the bright yellow sun definitely improved your mood ever so slightly. As you walked, Kise took your hand in his like he usually would, but almost instantly, you pulled it away from him, gaining a look of confusion in response.

“What’s wrong, Y/N-cchi?” Kise asked, concerned.

“It’s nothing. My palms are just a bit sweaty, so I don’t think you’d wanna hold my hand,” you lied. You couldn’t help but be on edge in the case that someone was watching you.

“They felt fine to me, don’t worry about that,” Kise said, reaching for your hand once again.

You couldn’t really think of anything else to say to refuse without garnering any questions from him, so you reluctantly let him hold your hand, looking around anxiously. This keeping an eye out lasted for quite some time and Kise seemed to notice that your attention wasn’t fully directed towards him like it normally would be.

“Y/N-cchi, are you really sure everything is okay? You’ve barely even looked at me today,” Kise said as the two of you sipped on your drinks in the cafe.

“I’m fine,” you answered simply, over-correcting your actions by focusing on Kise and pretending everything was okay.

“Really? You seem really nervous,” Kise said.

“Ryouta, I’m fine, don’t worry,” you said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible.

“If there’s ever anything worrying you, you can tell me,” he said sincerely, placing his hand on top of yours and giving it a tight squeeze. “You know that, right?”

For a moment you really considered telling him what’s been bothering you, but you were afraid. You thought that it was really stupid of yourself to get affected so much by something like this and you didn’t want him to judge you for it— even though you were aware that he’d never do that.

“I know,” you nodded as you leaned back in your seat, filled with uncertainty and regret.

Once again, when you got back home, you were met with even more pictures of you and Kise from your date. You noticed that you had a frown on your face in pretty much all the photos. And of course the comments seemed to notice too.

‘lol his date doesn’teven look like they want to be there’, ‘that person looks annoying, why’s Kise dating someone like that’, ‘if I were with Kise I’d probably pay more attention to him than they are’.

Day by day, the comments increased. Kise’s agency managed to be able to keep the tabloids relatively silent about it. There were small articles here and there, but none of them were all too bad. However, there was no way they could control what was being said on the internet. Kise did call you up to remind you not to be too concerned about what people were saying. In fact, he urged you to do what he does and avoid the comment sections completely. But at that point, it was already too late. Looking at what others said about you online quickly became a daily thing, sending you down a spiral of self-destruction that only got worse.

Slowly, you began to avoid going outside and started making more and more excuses to not go out with Kise. You did still really like spending time with him, but the only time you were truly comfortable was when you were somewhere private with no other people around, and that wasn’t something Kise could do too often because he liked going outside.

He’d invite you to hang out with his friends every so often but you’d always refuse, saying that you were too busy. In all honesty, you hated lying to him but you felt like you had to.

One afternoon, you were laying down in bed after a tiring day of school and scrolling through comments yet again, when you heard the doorbell ring. It was Kise.

“Ryouta? What are you doing here?” you asked with a confused expression. “Don’t you have practice?”

“Yeah but you didn’t come to watch so I got worried,” Kise explained as he stepped into your house. “What happened, Y/N-cchi? You always watch my practice.”

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t feel too well,” you replied, your eyes fixed on the floor.

“What? Are you okay?” Kise asked, in a slightly panicked tone as his hand immediately reached for your forehead to check your temperature. “You seem fine.”

You responded with nothing but silence as you pursed your lips and continued to stare at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Kise leaned down to try and meet your gaze. “Y/N-cchi, what’s really going on? You’ve been really distant lately. Have you gotten tired of me or something?” Kise asked, his usual cheery voice suddenly going all soft.

“No, it’s nothing like that,” you shook your head, surprised that he’d even think of something like that.

“Then what is it?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“Y/N-cchi, please tell me what’s going on so that I can help. I really hate seeing you like this. I can’t remember the last time I saw a genuine smile from you, which sucks because I really like your smile,” Kise said as he cupped your face in his hands and tilted your head up to look at him in the eye.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you thought back to all the things you’ve read about yourself. Kise genuinely cared for you and you told yourself yet again that you really don’t deserve him. “I just don’t feel very confident going out so much with you,” you admitted softly.

“What? Why’s that?” Kise asked, amber eyes filled with concern and worry.

“Because there are people who sneak photos of us and post them online. And the comments are always just so... mean,” you said, your voice breaking as tears began to roll down your cheeks.

“Didn’t I tell you not to look at those? What did they say?”

“T-That I’m not good enough for you, and that I don’t deserve you,” you replied, sobbing like a baby at this point.

“And you’re going to believe what a bunch of random people say about you?” Kise said, which silenced you for a moment as you thought about it. “Listen Y/N-cchi, you’re beautiful and kind and one of the most caring people I’ve ever met. I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to call you mine. If anything, I don’t deserve you— I mean it. No one could ever make me think that you’re not good enough because in my eyes you’re my everything,” Kise said, voice so soft and tender that it just filled your body with warmth.

“Are you sure?” you asked, unable to process the fact that this boy had so much love for you.

Kise pecked your lips and gave you a smile. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“I’m sorry for not talking about it to you sooner and acting so aloof,” you said.

“It’s okay. We can take it slow and just spend more time alone, alright?” Kise said as he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you sniffled.

“I hope you can see yourself the way I see you someday. You’re really amazing, Y/N-cchi. I love you so goddamn much,” he said, honey eyes full of care and sincerity as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of those words that made your heart skip a beat, “I love you too, Ryouta.”

Kise’s face brightened up again as he too began to grin, “There’s that gorgeous smile— I’ve missed it.”

Aomine

Aomine was aware that you had times where you felt insecure every now and then and of course, he did his best to minimise it and check up on you to make sure you were alright. He seemed to be doing a fairly good job as well because your confidence was rather stable for a while.

One of the main reasons he’d always check up on you was because he was really slow on picking up when you did feel insecure. You were the kind of person to sit quietly and deal with your issues by yourself rather than reach out for help so that made it slightly difficult for him sometimes. Along with being slow at noticing, Aomine was often one to take things for granted. So when you seemed to be all happy and confident, he’d slowly begin checking up on you lesser and lesser.

You never realised how much you valued the attention from him though until it began to reduce. You seemed to have become emotionally dependent on Aomine and by the time you realised it, it was a little too late.

Slowly, as days went by, you began to feel more and more unsure about yourself as Aomine got busier. The Winter Cup was just around the corner and he was caught up with practices that he didn’t have as much time to tend to you. Nevertheless, he still went out of his way to call you up or visit you during his free time, though that time was never enough for you to open up about how you felt.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but before you knew it, your mind was clouded with dark thoughts that criticised your appearance and abilities. You’d often stand in front of the mirror and pick yourself apart piece by piece, feeling nothing but hatred towards the person that looked back at you.

You stopped enjoying the things you’d normally enjoy too. Things like art and reading became a burden as every time you’d pick up a pencil, you’d hate every stroke you made, and you couldn’t immerse yourself into books anymore because your mind would only just wander off into thoughts about the things you wanted to escape.

“Hey babe, how are you doing today?” Aomine said when you picked up his phone call one evening.

“I’m okay, are you heading back from practice?” you asked, able to hear a faint sound of footsteps in the background.

“Yep. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” he sighed.

“Didn’t you see me in school today?” You pointed out.

“Barely. Besides, that was hours ago. I miss you,” Aomine said.

“I miss you too,” you replied, hearing his voice somehow put a small smile on your face.

“Can we FaceTime instead? I want to see you,” he requested, which immediately wiped the smile away.

“I don’t think so,” you said, shaking your head even though he couldn’t see you.

“Why not? You can’t just keep that pretty face to yourself, you know. It’s not fair.”

“I look anything but pretty, trust me,” you said, playing it off as a joke even though you actually meant it.

“Oh come on. Please?”

“I said no, Daiki,” you snapped suddenly, shocking both you and Aomine. You definitely didn’t want to put yourself on video, however you didn’t realise how defensive you were about it until that point. But you stood by it.

There was a moment of silence as you took in what just happened before Aomine let out a heavy sigh. “Alright. It’s fine then I guess,” he said. There was definitely a change in his tone after that. What was previously an energetic and happy sound, was now more lukewarm and mellow, and you couldn’t help but feel responsible for it.

And now there was one more thing for you to beat yourself up over.

Aomine finally had a few days off of practice, and of course, the first thing he wanted to do was spend time with you. So he called you up.

“Hey, do you want to go out for a movie or something? I finally have some free time,” Aomine asked you.

“Um, I’m not sure. I don’t think I feel too well,” you said. The last place you wanted to go was outside. You had to walk to the convenience store the other day and you absolutely hated it because you felt like everyone was judging you in some way or the other, even though in reality, no one really looked at you for more than a second.

“Really? Is everything okay? Do you need to go to the doctor?”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I guess I’m just not feeling up to it,” you said.

“Then how about we do something tomorrow?” he suggested.

“I don’t know...”

“Y/N, I barely get to see you anymore. Are you sure you’re not avoiding me or something?” Aomine questioned, being more straightforward not to mask his hurt.

“I’m not.”

“Then why don’t you want to spend time with me?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, feeling overwhelmed at the pressure you felt to not make him hate you even more.

“Y/N, that’s not an answer,” he sighed.

You responded with silence as you finally decided to shut yourself up before you made things worse. With one more disappointed sigh, Aomine ended the call. The sound of the ringing finally caused you to break down into tears. You finally reached rock bottom. You chased away the one person who actually cared about you. He probably hates you now too.

Meanwhile, Aomine was striding towards your house after ending the phone call. It may have been a bit cruel to just cut it without saying a goodbye, but the frustration just took over. You weren’t even responding at that point so Aomine just decided to see what was wrong for himself. It took you a while to answer the door, and when you did, there was a forced smile on your tear stained face as you let him in.

“I’m sorry for cutting the call short. What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

No response. You just stared at the floor.

Aomine’s hand reached for your cheek, “Hey, were you crying—“

He stopped when you flinched and shifted away before he could lay a finger on you. “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” you said coldly, wrapping your arms around your body and clenching your shirt.

“You won’t even let me touch you. Did I do something wrong?” Aomine asked, trying to think about whether or not he’d done anything to upset you recently. However, nothing added up as he barely saw you— there was no way he could’ve done anything.

You hated every moment of this. All you could think about was how you probably looked awful at that moment. He came so suddenly that you didn’t get a chance to fix yourself. Furthermore, you’d just been crying so you probably looked like a train wreck. He is definitely thinking about how bad I look, you thought. You didn’t want to find out though, so you just avoided all eye contact.

“You’re really not going to even talk to me?” Aomine asked, and as he expected there was yet again no response. He sighed. “Fine then. I’m not leaving your house until you tell me what’s going on.”

You watched as Aomine walked further into your house. He went straight into the kitchen, and you, not knowing what else to do, trailed behind him as he began to check the cabinets.

“I’m starving. Have you eaten lunch yet?” Aomine turned his head to look over at you. You shook your head. “Alright. I’ve been learning how to cook. I’m not guaranteeing a gourmet meal, but it should be edible... hopefully,” he said, beginning to pull out different ingredients.

“I’m not hungry,” you mumbled.

“Did you eat breakfast?”

“No.”

“Yeah I thought so. I’m making us some food,” he said dismissively.

You knew Aomine was stubborn so you didn’t try to argue any more because he’d make it no matter what you say.

You watched him walk up and down the kitchen and do his thing in silence. You really weren’t sure what he was trying to make. There were so many different ingredients that just didn’t make sense, but you just stood and watched.

About half an hour went by without a word from either of you. Aomine began humming a song as he stood over the stove, which strangely made you feel more at ease. As he stirred the pot, he seemed so harmless that you began to finally calm down and build up the courage to tell him.

Almost as if he could read your mind, he finally spoke up, “You ready to say something to me yet?

Another moment of silence passed by as you bit your lip in hesitation. Aomine was just about to let out another disappointed sigh when you muttered, “I’ve just been feeling really insecure lately.”

Hearing your voice caught Aomine off guard for a moment. Even though he was the one who asked you to speak up, a part of him was expecting nothing to happen yet again. He switched off the stove, wiped his hands and turned to face you, leaning against the counter as he did so. “Insecure? About what?”

“I don’t know. I just hate how I look. And everything I do feels so inadequate. Plus I haven’t gotten to see you in a while so I got the feeling that you probably hate me by now. I’m acting like a brat now, after all,” you said, voice soft but the pain was evident.

“I want to start off by saying, I could never hate you. You’re always on my mind Y/N. Why do you think I like to call you so much? Actually, why do you think I came all the way over here? It’s because I care about you,” he said.

You finally looked up at him again. He looked as gorgeous as ever. And this dark blue eyes were gentle and caring. Maybe you were overthinking it.

Aomine took you getting your eyes off the floor as a good sign. So he took a few steps closer to you. “And I get how you feel about the other stuff. I feel like that too sometimes. But honestly, I find you absolutely beautiful. I really don’t know how much weight my words have, but that’s what I think. You’re also so smart and talented, I really just think you need to be a little kinder to yourself,” he continued.

And just like that, the waterworks went for round two. You didn’t know how much you needed to hear those words until right then.

Aomine felt his heart ache at the sight of you in this state. He hesitated for a moment because of what happened when he tried to touch you earlier, but he soon wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tight. Almost immediately, you too wrapped your arms around him and sobbed into his chest, the smell of his cologne making you feel safe at your most vulnerable moment.

“I’m so sorry for being so distant. I’ve been so awful. I should’ve talked to you,” you cried. It was a bit difficult for Aomine to understand what you were saying through the tears but he processed it a few moments later as his fingers brushed through your hair reassuringly.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said softly as he pulled away and held your shoulders so he could look you in the eye. “I’m just glad you told me.”

You nodded as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

“Here,” Aomine said, as he pulled off the black dog tag necklace he wore and put it around your neck. “It’s not much, but think of it as a reminder that you’re always amazing in my eyes.”

You felt your heart burst as you became teary-eyed again, except this time it was out of gratefulness.

“...is that too lame?” Aomine asked as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly when you didn’t say anything.

You immediately shook your head. “No, it means a lot. I-I love you.”

A smile spread across Aomine’s face. “I love you too, Y/N,” he said. “Alright, I’m gonna finish making our food, okay?”

“Sure,” you nodded as you watched him return to the stove. “But, can I ask what exactly you’re trying to make?”

“Um, ramen?”

You began to giggle, “Babe, I don’t think you should put tomato sauce in ramen.”

“Oh, right... I knew that.”

[siswritesyanderes]

hii,, trans anon here idk if u got my ask but aaa ty 4 this it made me feel so validated,, I would love to request uh reader coming out to tom? and him punishing ppl who misgender him if thats ok w u!! thank u sm <33

(Aaah, I hope this came out okay! I didn’t want to take so long.)

Your hands and your voice were shaking a small but noticeable amount as you expounded on the truth of yourself. Tom found himself fixating on it; he thought it endearing, at first, that you were so nervous, because it meant that his opinion, his verdict, mattered to you. (As it should.)

But as you elaborated further, and he came to understand the source of your nerves, his mood shifted.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been bothered that you had told your family before telling him, but given the nature of the news and your distressed state, he was instead just furious, enraged, that they had upset you.

“Come here,” he said, and you warily drew closer. He pulled you into an embrace, his eyes staring darkly out the window of the abandoned classroom you were both occupying even as the side of his face nuzzled gently into your hair. 

Comforting you was the immediate priority, because he didn’t like to see you upset, but certain things would have to be corrected once you felt better.

His arms were tight and secure around you, and he was satisfied to feel you ceasing to quiver. Melting into him. Good boy. Very good. With one hand, he stroked your back, up and down your spine in a soothing pattern, and with the other, he raked his fingers through your recently-shorn hair. (He understood, now, why you’d cut it. He would make sure that one of his followers did that for you next time. Such things shouldn’t be your job.) You relaxed even more, all of the tension leaving your muscles, just as you should, in his arms. Mine. My own.

“Will I be calling you something new?” he asked. Even he was feeling calmer, now; the feeling of your heartbeat so close to his own had that effect on him. It didn’t extinguish his rage that someone had bothered you in the first place, but it ensured that he wouldn’t be so swept up in it that he killed them straightaway.

Which was good, because he had other plans for them, and killing them was only the last.

“I thought of a name,” you said into his robes.

“Let’s hear it, then.”

You told him your name. It wasn’t something he would have chosen, as he enjoyed the more opulent, unique pureblood names (and you deserved an opulent name, because you were his), but it fit you well, and he would allow you that choice.

“I’ll see to it that that is the only name you hear from now on,” he assured you, in that matter-of-fact way he had of making services sound like mere tasks, so that he could never be accused of kindness. “And you'll sleep in the boys’ dormitory tonight.”

“Are there enough beds?” you asked, and he laughed aloud:

“Carrow would sleep in the lake if I told him to.”

So, you had a bed in the boys’ dormitory for your first time since starting at Hogwarts. You turned in early, the first night, for fear of being stared at by the other boys, but when you awoke, they were all very friendly (almost fearfully so, as if they thought they’d burst into flames if they failed to say “Good morning” soon enough) and quick to call you by your correct name even when the sentence didn’t call for use of your name at all. No one even called you by your surname, anymore; it was strange…and very pleasant.

Tom lurked closer to you even than before, likely due to a combination of having increased access to you, in the dormitories and the lavatories, and his vigilance about making sure no one said anything untoward.

The first person who “conscientiously objected” to using male pronouns to refer to you vanished from two days’ worth of classes and returned (without explanation of the disappearance) pale, trembling, and unwaveringly polite.

But that was just Tom’s equivalent of sending a warning.

After that, all bets were off.

Every “slip of the tongue”, every thoughtless comment, even instances when people failed to wish you a good afternoon when they greeted everyone else, was followed by a disappearance, and this time they didn’t simply return to class a few days later, shaken up; now, they had to be found, suddenly dangling from the highest point in the owlery a week later, or suddenly in some spider-infested cupboard after two weeks, or suddenly rescued from the Black Lake by a pair of curious mermaids a month later still. Every one of them terribly hoarse, as if they’d been screaming a great deal, for an extended period of time. 

They never could explain how they’d ended up in such places; the most coherent of them could only spout out something about a door suddenly appearing in the middle of an empty wall, and something about being locked in a room for a long time. Every investigation into the matter was inconclusive; most of the victims came from different Houses; the only strange commonality between the cases was the fact that every victim was adamant, upon waking, that the first thing they had to do was apologize to you, but you had an alibi for every single disappearance.

You didn’t voice any suspicions about Tom (or to him), partially because there was no point; he had covered his tracks well, and anyway, his efforts had worked. Most everyone was vigilant, to the point of distraction, about addressing you in the correct ways. 

You slept in the boys’ dormitory, washed in the boys’ showers…you were being treated, for the first time, as exactly who you were.

[illumisimi]

THE HISOKA AND SISTER READER ONE WAS SO CUTE </333 if it isnt too much , can we get a lil continuation 🥺🥺🙏🏻

- aaa thank youu, im glad you liked it ♡ here’s a little follow up from this post

family ally (hisoka x sister! reader)

Since you and your brother had reunited, it became a routine to spend the mornings training, and in the afternoon you would stay in his room at Heaven’s Arena, as he would be out on a mission or simply looking around for trouble.

It wasn’t that he didn’t see you capable of defending yourself, it was more the case of fearing that you might get caught up in a quarrel that could lead you to being involved in much more serious problems. He, without a doubt, had the Phantom Troupe in mind whenever he justified to himself leaving you in his apartment.

Today, however, it seemed that he needed you to accompany him somewhere, in the afternoon. You had been skeptical at first about it, advising him that perhaps you weren’t prepared enough to go against someone yet, even if it was beside him.

“Oh no, no. It’s nothing of the sort. I simply need you to speak to someone for me whilst I go do something on the side-lines”

Speak to someone? Did Hisoka not pick up the fact that you were anything but a social butterfly? Your change of state was noticed by your older brother, so he reached out his hand and placed it on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring look.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what you need to say. Besides, he’s a good friend of mine!”

You still weren’t completely convinced by his words, but you agreed to tag along with him into the vast forest that spread out near the entrance to the city. Along the way, you kept on fiddling with the hem of your clothings, staring down at the ground nervously as Hisoka blabbered on to you about some guy named Illumi, and how he would usually be the one to accompany him on these kind of occasions.

The two of you stopped at a small village, hidden between the tall trees, away from the rest of the region’s citizens. Hisoka told you to wait near one of the houses located on the outskirts of the small population, informing that you would shortly meet the man he was seeking. You had a set of phrases you had to say, to distract him, according to your brother.

Watching as your brother disappeared back into the forest, you began to regret having ever decided that coming along with him was a relatively good idea. Every now and then you turned your head, skittishly hoping you wouldn’t be suddenly attacked from any possible angle and result in getting ambushed by a stranger.

“Can I help you?”

You turned to the front again, spotting the owner of the voice that had just spoken out to you. A middle-aged man was slowly approaching you with a welcoming smile. He seemed almost too nice for your liking.

“O-Oh, um, yeah. I was just taking a walk through the forest when I...um, I lost my dog. So I came here to see if anyone had seen her pass by”

“Your dog, hm? Well, I don’t recall seeing any fellow canines running around here recently, but I can surely help you find him”

Jesus. The man was getting way too close to your liking. Perhaps he just didn’t know the concept of personal space, but you were surely getting your invaded right now. Automatically, you shook your head in approval, though you had wished you could turn around and flee the scene. Where the hell was Hisoka?

“I-I would be very grateful if you helped me out, sir” “No need to be so formal, you can call me Galather. Now, where was the last time you saw your poor pup?”

Never again were you to follow your brother on a mission, even if it meant just going to the damn supermarket. You hated every second of this.

“Well...she kind of headed off north, so maybe over that way?”

You timidly pointed out your arm out in front of you, slightly to the right, towards the scarcely occupied village. It was strange of you to have to put up an act, let alone speak to someone you had never seen in your life and seemed to be a bit too interested in you.

“Over there? Why, my house is just over that wa-”

Startled, you let out a sudden yelp as you jumped back from your previous standing point. The man, who’s name you had rather forgotten, had been cut off from his words by a sudden hit on his head from behind, resulting in his body to tip forwards, eventually hitting the grassy ground below.

“That should do it. Rancid bastard owed me a stack of money, and he didn’t seem to want to pay it back any time soon”

“B-But you-”

“He’ll be fine. Just a bit knocked out until I grab the money from his house, that’s all”

You stood in a state of shock for a few seconds, realising what you had just witnessed. How did one even land such a hit? You didn’t even know how to properly defend yourself yet, for heaven’s sake!

“You did a great job there, though. I expected you to run off as soon as he approached you, I’m proud!”

[dunsbar]

do you see no further than this façade?

Word Count: approx. 2500

Notes: Happy Holidays, Jany (@hehimbo)! I was your @ambitionsource Secret Santa and it was such an honour! Please accept this short and sweet little canon divergent fic about AAA’s most ridiculous couple. I don’t know you as well as I’d like to, but I hope I wrote something that you’ll enjoy.

Summary: Riley finds a silver lining in her broken locker when someone starts leaving her thoughtful gifts. Secret admirer trope, canon divergent during Season 1.

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The first time it happens, she doesn’t even realize it’s started.

Riley’s locker is not a place she usually lingers. It’s loved, yes, filled with photos— her and the techie crew, the cast photo for this year’s musical, a clumsy shot of her and Zay voguing. One of her and Isadora, the other girl staring dead into the camera, unamused, while Riley flashes her biggest grin.

Yet, it’s purpose is still mainly functional. Or it was functional, because unfortunately for Riley, two days ago she realized her locker was broken.

She’d been fumbling with it, the bell ringing loudly as students rushed past, singing, chattering, stomping through the hall. She was jostled a couple times, which is always annoying considering how small the student body is here— yet there are still people who find the space (or lack of) to bump into her. Her fingernails smacked painfully against the cold metal of the lock.

Finally, with the bell petering out, Riley just… made the decision to deal with it later. Nothing of monetary value in her locker, aside from the photo of Zay which will be worth hundreds when he inevitably makes it big.

Timing seems to have aligned itself with her enemies, seeing that in her next class, Angela informs the students that there is currently a stomach virus circling the sacred halls of AAA. It’s something Riley should have seen coming, as it’s winter, and Clarissa and Jeff were both noticeably absent that morning. Riley, not new to the concept of virus outbreaks in the school system calculates this in her head— Janitor Harley is going to be busy wiping up puke for… well, probably at least a week and a half. What’s the point of bothering the poor man about a broken locker storing nothing of value while he singlehandedly cleans up after stomach flu?

No, Riley thinks to herself. I’ll just wait it out.

Back in the present, Riley smooths out the corner of her picture with the techies and tucks away her copy of Leaves of Grass (her choice reading for an English project, and actually likes it) on the shelf up top, before pausing and putting it back into her bag, with the idea to read it at lunch— none of the techies mind if she doesn’t talk at the table, and she could probably get into a good discussion on it with Isadora. She makes a mental note to ask Charlie if he’s read it— he’s an English genius, and his insights are always thoughtful and well-detailed.

It’s only when she’s got one hand on the door, about to close the locker, that she notices a flash of violet, out of focus. Glancing over, she sees a purple pen, tucked into the vents by the clip. It’s simple, not fancy or even particularly good quality. But it’s… purple. Her favourite color.

Riley has never seen this particular pen before. She thinks. Well, she’s sort of sure. When your school’s primary dedication is to performing arts, you tend to not need as many “normal” school supplies as “normal” schools, so Riley has a pretty good idea of her catalogue of writing utensils. Still, she could be wrong. It’s not exactly like her pens take high priority in her mind. But this one is… nice.

Pocketing it with a beam, she decides to chalk this one up to fate.

Performance lab has just begun when Riley scurries into the auditorium, Angela pointedly raising an eyebrow from her spot on stage but thankfully saying nothing. Riley opts to sit with the techies— less attention drawn to herself. It’s kind of a moot point considering she caught the twin eyebrow raises Maya and Farkle turned around in their seats to send her, but she slides into a seat beside Isadora, Dylan and Asher on Isa’s other side. Normally Lucas would be there, but a glance around tells her he seems to have skipped out on the afternoon. She can’t stop herself from feeling a twinge of disappointment.

—

It’s the second day when she realizes that the pen was probably not a gift from fate.

Riley is just dropping off her coat and boots that morning, a quick stop before first bell to tuck her wet boots on the crimson metal of her locker floor. There’s a couple wet floor signs down the hall several feet, and Riley winces. According to the grumpy text she got from Isadora that morning, Dylan caught the bug last night. This means Asher’ll likely get it too, and the techies will be seriously understaffed, especially with Jeff gone.

Riley hopes briefly, selfishly, that it’ll mean no more skip days for Lucas.

Glancing up at the top shelf, Riley does a double take.

Glancing up at the top shelf, Riley does a double take.

A white paper bag is perched delicately up there, the bag instantly recognizable as the kind that her favourite bakery uses. She grabs it down, pries it open, and her jaw drops.

It’s her favourite kind of pastry. It smells heavenly, and it’s not exactly still warm but that doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone knew about Riley’s tastes in pastry and went all the way to her favourite bakery to get her one.

She knows she’s prone to gushing about (and recommending) the bakery, but she can only really remember mentioning it one time recently— oh. Oh.

Oh no.

—

Riley picks her way nervously through the cafeteria, echoes of the lunch bell still ringing in her ears. She prays to… something… that Zay is sitting alone.

He is, his lunch in front of him, tapping his fingers on the smooth tabletop. Riley sends a grateful thank you to this ambiguous higher power.

“Zay,” she greets him, her question tumbling out before any common courtesies can be exchanged. “Can I get your advice?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he says, raising an eyebrow inquisitively as Riley plops down next to him. “With what?”

Riley chews her lip, pulling an orange out of her lunch bag so she can do something with her hands. “Someone’s leaving me gifts in my locker.”

Zay blinks. “Like… a secret admirer thing?”

“Um.” Riley pauses. “I didn’t really think about it like that, I mean. Maybe?”

“What did they leave you?” Zay asks, in between bites of salad.

“A pen— my favourite color. And my favourite kind of pastry. It’s from this place in Greenwich.”

Zay looks at her. “Riley,” he deadpans, “That’s a secret admirer.”

“Fine,” Riley admits. “Maybe it’s a secret admirer.”

Riley is immensely grateful for Zay Babineaux when he does not laugh at her. Still, the reason why she came to talk to him hangs over her head, and she starts chewing on her lip again.

“What is it?”

“Okay, it’s just,” Riley says. “The last person I remember mentioning the bakery to was Charlie.”

Zay starts coughing through a mouthful of chewed greens.

Riley quickly places a hand on his arm, but he waves her off, even as his eyes water. Once his throat is clearer, he takes a long gulp from her water bottle. She lets him.

“Charlie,” Zay says. “Gardner.”

“Yes,” Riley says, wincing. It kind of makes sense, doesn’t it?— Charlie was kind of flirty earlier in the year, there was that weird comment about the idea of them not being “the worst thing in the world”, oh, it’s all falling into place and Riley’s inner monologue is starting to derail. If it is Charlie, she—

“Are you sure it’s Charlie?” Zay asks, his eyes flicking to somewhere on the other side of the cafeteria.

Riley shakes her head. “Just a…suspicion. He’s a suspect. I suspect him.”

Zay’s mouth twitches. “So. What are you asking me for?”

“Well, you’re better friends with him than I am,” Riley says. “You’re always hanging out in class. And I’m not brave enough to ask Haley if Charlie likes me. That’s a storm I can’t weather.”

That gets a laugh out of Zay, but the look in his eyes is almost wistful. He shakes his head, smiling, all Babineaux charm. “So you want my opinion?”

“I want— Would… would you maybe ask—”

“No,” Zay says emphatically, pointing a finger at her. “No, I am not asking Charlie if he likes you. Do it yourself.”

I have before, Riley thinks. But she just sighs in defeat as Zay mumbles ‘white nonsense’, and finally sets about unwrapping her sandwich.

—

The third gift is a new copy of Leaves of Grass— not a school copy. Her own edition.

She really needs to talk to Charlie.

—

She catches him at the end of the day, out of the dressing rooms and in the middle of the main aisle of the auditorium.

“Charlie, um,” Riley says, and he slows to a stop, turning to face her. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he replies, adjusting the strap of his dance bag on his shoulder. Someone’s bumps Riley’s back with an elbow as they walk past— probably Sarah. “What is it?”

“No, not here,” Riley says quickly. “Somewhere more private?”

Charlie’s eyes widen, almost imperceptibly. “Uh, I… um…”

Riley’s stomach sinks like a stone. Oh God, it is Charlie, she thinks, disappointment washing over her like the sea weathering a stone. She hadn’t— well, she’d allowed herself just the slightest hope… of hunched shoulders, sandy hair…

“Please,” she says. “Just one minute.” She catches his arm, gentle. Charlie won’t meet her eyes, but he nods.

Lucas stomps past in his big black boots. Riley turns her head instinctively to offer a smile, but he doesn’t even glance at her. She sighs, turning back to Charlie.

By the time they step into the empty classroom, Charlie seems close to hyperventilating. Riley feels so, so bad for what she’s about to do, but considering she’s already shut him down once this year, it seems like she has to really get him to take the hint. Gently.

“Charlie,” she begins, while he stares at the floor, “I just… I figured it out, okay? And... I don’t know what to say.”

Seemingly, neither does Charlie, because he continues to stare down at his feet in silence. He almost folds in on himself, as if he’s willing himself to not be seen. Riley plows on.

“Well, okay. So, thank you. For everything. The book and the pastry and the—”

Charlie looks up, lightning fast. His brow is furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Riley blinks. “The secret admirer thing.”

“What secret admirer thing?” He sounds genuinely bewildered.

This is not how Riley pictured this going.

“The gifts in my locker,” she says, carefully. “I thought maybe it was you.”

Charlie’s whole shoulders slump, like his body is exhaling. When he speaks, he sounds relieved and honest. “It wasn’t me, I promise.” There’s a tentative, awkward pause. “Um. Sorry?”

Riley laughs, feeling as relieved as he sounds. “No, no, I’m so glad it wasn’t you. I mean— no offense! You know I think you’re great. But just… not like that. So it’s... I’m glad.”

Charlie smiles too, and it looks so earnest. “So we’re good?”

Riley nods, feeling ten pounds lighter. “Yeah. We’re good.”

—

The dam breaks on day four.

Riley is speed-walking through the halls, almost late. The bell will ring literally any minute from now, but damned if she’s going to track city slush all over the auditorium’s nice flooring. With any luck, she’ll have just enough time to shove them in her locker and bolt for the auditorium. Riley rounds the corner.

Her feet and her heart stop in their tracks.

There, down the hall, unmistakably stands Lucas James Friar, attempting to hurriedly slip something in her locker.

Lucas.

Lucas.

Lucas closes her locker, and before she can do anything, turns in her direction.

Their eyes lock.

Lucas looks as frozen as Riley feels, an electric current between their stares. In that moment, as other students brush past her, she’s suspended in time, the only sound her heartbeat, thumping loudly in her ears. Neither of them can move. She’s pretty sure neither of them can breathe.

And then Lucas turns and takes off down the hall, disappearing in the crowd.

Riley takes a deep breath, feeling the air shake as it leaves her mouth. Go after him. Go after him. Go—

The bell rings.

—

Riley finds him the next morning, hanging— hiding?— in the booth. Lucas rather spectacularly managed to avoid her the rest of the day, by virtue of skipping again.

With Dylan and, yes, now Asher, off sick, Riley didn’t have a way to get a hold of Lucas. She had asked Isadora, faux-casual, but Isa had just shrugged and gone back to storyboarding her latest idea.

“Lucas James Friar,” Riley says now, determinedly. “I just want to talk. And honestly, I think you owe me that much.”

Lucas is quiet for a long moment. Then he nods, once, jerkily. He won’t meet her eyes.

“How did you know about the pastry?” she asks, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, feeling suddenly shy.

Lucas pushes the toe of his boot into the ground. “Overheard you telling Charlie about it. I, um, I saw that your locker was broken that morning, too. I just wanted to—”

He cuts himself off. Riley waits patiently.

“Fuck,” Lucas hisses. “You— you weren’t supposed to find out it was me. I didn’t want… to be weird. I just wanted you to have… you weren’t supposed to find out it was me.”

Riley’s chest is fluttering. She coughs, trying to dispel the tension in the air. “Well,” she says, “I’m glad I did.”

Lucas looks up sharply, finally meeting her eyes. It’s a soft jolt of electricity— down her spine, in her fingertips. They’re a lot closer then she realized. Less than a foot of space between their chests— between their mouths.

“Can I kiss you?” she murmurs. Lucas blinks, like his brain is catching up with his ears, and splutters, taking an instinctive step back. His legs bump the booth’s equipment.

A rush of regret courses through her. “Sorry! I just…” she trails off. Not really any possible excuses to save her on that one— she made her intentions pretty clear.

“No, no—” Lucas blurts out. He kicks at the dirt with the toes of one scuffed boot, like he’s regaining his cool. “I mean. Um. Yeah. You can.”

Riley beams, and Lucas looks kind of dazed again, all of a sudden, and she tentatively leans in, feels his hands take hers, links their fingers together, and catches his mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss.

It’s really nice. Tentative— she’s pretty sure Lucas doesn’t exactly have any experience with this, and Riley’s own experience is limited to close-mouthed spin-the-bottle in middle school. But it’s nice.

When they break away, they don’t let go of each other’s hands. She can’t help but smile even wider.

“Hey,” she whispers. “Thanks for the pen.”

[hubbytaeil]

summer fling!au + Johnny  pt. I

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It was a summery Friday afternoon, not a single cloud in the sky. You had no intention of getting up from your bed as you lay on the colourful sheets. And yet you wanted to engage yourself into something, anything.

You got up, fixed your sundress from any wrinkles and headed out in the vast garden of your family’s summer house. You felt so lucky you could spend your days off in a place such as this: flowers blooming everywhere, the smell of freshly cut grass and the trees filled with ripe fruits.

As you were walking along the artificial path, the beautiful cherry tree caught your eye. The cherries this year were absolutely marvellous; their dark red shade promised to carry an indescribable taste. Just the sight made your stomach rumble.

As you got closer you noticed a ladder, probably left untouched by the gardener, and your grandmother’s handmade basket hanging on a tree branch.

This is going to be so much fun.

 The higher you got on the ladder, the better the cherries looked and you were eager to put them all in your basket, despite it being already full.

You hadn’t noticed how far you had climbed; such sudden realisation made your heart skip a beat. Yet, at the same time it gave you a rush of adrenaline that was much needed on that lazy day. Your gaze started to wonder from tree to tree and from rooftop to rooftop as the restless wind played with your hair harmoniously.

Time had suddenly stopped, right there, between branches and leaves, your dress floating with them and you breathed in and out. You felt alive, you felt real, you felt everything. You were almost certain that you could take flight, right where you were.

And that’s when you saw him, on the balcony of your neighbour’s house. Standing there, wearing a loose white shirt that resembled a white flag as it moved rapidly. Surrender.

Completely lost into the young man’s appearance, you to let your eyes unconsciously analyse what you were witnessing. The tall stranger was looking ahead, both arms on the railing, hands fidgeting with each other as he turned his head from side to side sporadically. His exposed chest revealed a golden necklace with a strange pendant of which you could not figure out the nature. In your mind all sorts of scenarios regarding that man started playing one after the other.

He could be the new owner’s son, we’ve never seen him so far, or maybe he’s the owner. I wonder why he would buy a house here and not greet his neighbours. He looks so relaxed and his hair looks kind of wet, perhaps they have a pool in the backyard. Maybe he just took a shower.

You scolded yourself at the direction your thoughts had taken all at once. Indeed, he was undeniably attractive, so attractive you hadn’t in the least realised the intensity by which you were staring. To make it all worse, you seemed to have caught the stranger’s attention as well. Your eyes widened like never before as you took in the embarrassing situation you were entangled in.

Shit. He’s going to think I’m a stalker. Well… I can’t really blame him, can I?

You were paralyzed right there on the ladder, trying to think of a way to descend in most casual way possible, as if nothing had happened. But the man’s eyes were piercing through you and you were hypnotized by his figure. He was relatively far from you and yet you could feel the weight of his gaze in every part of your body.

Out of the blue, your neighbour smiled at you kindly and started waving his right hand in your direction. You were taken back by his unexpected action. You greeted him as well using the hand that was holding onto the dress. As the wind was picking up, you remembered why your hand had been placed there specifically. Your skirt floated in various directions and you immediately held on to it like your life depended on it. At this point your cheeks were completely on fire, as the embarrassment had only grown within a few seconds.

You managed to look up again at the handsome stranger. He was definitely amused at your little show and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had enjoyed it as well. Perhaps he had enjoyed catching you staring at him too.

It was a rather peculiar scene that was enfolding in front of both of you. Two complete strangers ever so far away, sharing this small embarrassing moment. Even if there were several yards separating you, the tension was palpable in every way.

His beautiful smile disappeared from his face and you felt rather disappointed until he started moving his arms. Your entire attention was on him and on what he was trying to communicate.

Meet me in front of the gate, that’s what his arms and hands tried to verbalise and you were hoping to be right.

Your heart was pounding resonantly as you took small steps towards the man’s house. You didn’t know what was motivating you; this stranger had seen you gawk at him in the most sinful way, for God knows how long. And yet there you were, with a basket full of cherries, burning hot cheeks and ruffled hair, impatient to look at him more closely. Impatient to catch every detail he had to offer.

He appeared right as you turned in the direction of the residence. As soon as he saw you, he started walking towards you, as the leaves of the wisteria hanging from the gates made wonderful shapes across his face. He didn’t look like a human being; he was almost too ethereal for this world. When he was close enough you could see that the pendant he was wearing resembled a military tag but you couldn’t figure out what was written on it. Too lost in your thoughts for the second time that day, when he finally spoke to you no sound reached you.

“Excuse me… what did you say?” he chuckled at your response, only making you feel worse.

“I just said, hello I’m Johnny.”

Being so up close, you found it difficult to catch a breath. What the hell is wrong with me?

“I think at this point you should tell me your name.” he put your feet back on Earth once again.

“Oh, right… yes, I’m y/n.” you cursed at yourself for being so awkward but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he was smiling tenderly which was reassuring.

Silence fell between you two and he looked down at the basket you were carrying with your arm. You noticed and held it in front of him.

“Here… as a welcome gift.”

“So that’s why you were up there, clinging on to the tree like a little monkey.” His remark put the biggest smile on your face.

“I wouldn’t sat that…I think I was holding on to the branches in most lady-like way possible.”

“Uhm, and tell me is it also lady-like to stare at your neighbours?”

Your expression got extremely serious all of a sudden as you felt ashamed of what you had done. I told you, he thinks you’re a stalker. Great technique, monkey.

But he couldn’t keep a straight face for too long and a few seconds later he started laughing in your face.

“I’m just messing with you. C’mon, don’t make that face.” He said while patting your head gently. At the sudden touch your body froze.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out. Quick. Say something. Anything.

“It’s just that… I’ve been coming here every summer for the past few years and I’ve never seen anyone living in that house. So, I was surprised.”

“Yeah, my dad wanted us to have some family time far away from home. So we rented this house.” You nodded in response as you looked towards the great villa.

His eyes followed your gaze as he put his face maybe a little too close to yours. You gasped at direct attack and he smirked. Damn if he’s cocky.

“If I were you I wouldn’t that.” You suddenly found the courage to say something that made sense.

“Do what, monkey?” you almost smiled at the nickname, but you forced yourself not to.

“Look at girls like that. People talk easily around here.”

“Well, if I were I wouldn’t stare at a guy standing on his balcony while being on a ladder. Wouldn’t that be something to talk about in this small town?”. Touché.

You felt defeated but you didn’t break the eye contact.

“I guess we both have a lot to learn.”

“We certainly do.”

As the tension grew you were starting to feel your heart racing again. The effect this guy had on you was inexplicable.

“Listen y/n.” you never knew your name could become such a blessed harmony until you heard him say it.

“Yes…?” you responded hesitantly.

“Since you seem to know this place very well… wouldn’t you like to show me around sometimes? In return I’ll forgive you for the monkey accident.”

Well, if that didn’t sound like the best idea ever. Your immediate reaction was a great big smile, by which he also was surprised. You linked your arm with his.

“That seems like a great idea. Come, let’s go get an espresso.”

He held on to you arm tightly and then took your basket from your hands.

“Let’s go.”

 a/n: my first fic aaa hope it’s good 💚

ps: if you have any requests feel free to send them!