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beomgyucoded · 9 months

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Best Friend!Yeonjun x Reader

Prompt: "Can I kiss you?"

Word Count: 1,710

Part 1 of the First Kiss Series

A warm breeze brushed against your skin as you stepped outside. The sky was a clear, vibrant blue with fluffy white clouds scattered across it. The grass beneath your feet was a lush, emerald green and the flowers bloomed in an array of bright colors, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. You heard the familiar chime of your phone and saw a text from your best friend Yeonjun asking if you wanted to hang out today.

You met Yeonjun when you moved to Seoul for high school. When you first arrived, the bustling city was overwhelming and intimidating. But Yeonjun, with his effortless charm and outgoing nature, made sure the pretty new girl felt welcome. You two found that you got along well, and shared many common interests. As time passed, your bond with Yeonjun grew stronger as you discovered more shared interests and spent countless hours laughing and exploring together. Eventually, he became more than just a friend, he was your confidant, your support system, your best friend. And you were grateful for his friendship every day.

You replied a simple "sure" to his text and asked where to meet him, since you were already outside. He quickly replied saying to meet up at your spot. It was a small, secluded park not far from your neighborhood, where the two of you often went to escape the bustling city and find solace in each other's company. With a smile on your face, you began making your way towards the park. As you walked, memories of all the adventures (and misadventures) you and Yeonjun shared came to mind. There was that time you both somehow got lost in the heart of the city, stumbling upon hidden alleyways filled with cozy cafes and quaint bookstores. And there was the time he decided you should take a spontaneous road trip, driving for hours without any destination in mind. When you arrived at the park, Yeonjun was already waiting for you on a bench under a blossoming cherry tree. His eyes lit up when he saw you, a smile spreading across his face. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of him. Yeonjun has always had that effect on you, his presence bringing warmth to your heart.

You walked towards him, the soft grass cushioning your footsteps. The cherry blossoms danced in the gentle breeze, their petals falling delicately around you. As you approached the bench, Yeonjun stood up and pulled you into a warm embrace, holding you tightly against his chest.

“Did you wait long?” you asked him softly after pulling away.

He shook his head no, even though he did wait for a little while, and threw an arm around your shoulders.

You smiled and leaned into him, “So, what did you want to do?”

“I was thinking we do our usual,” he said and smirked knowingly.

You groaned at his mischievous smirk, knowing exactly what he meant by "our usual." It was like a secret code the two of you had developed over time, a signal for your special escapades. As fun as they were, Yeonjun had a lot more energy than you did and your “usual” always left you tired. With a playful glint in his eyes, Yeonjun led you towards a hidden pathway that snaked through the park, lined with blooming flowers and vibrant greenery. The path lead to a secluded clearing, surrounded by tall trees that created a natural canopy above. You two discovered this place during your senior year of high school, and went there often. As you reached the clearing, you noticed a blanket spread out on the grass, adorned with a picnic basket and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Your eyes widened in surprise, along with delight.

"Oh, Jjunie," you whispered, touched by his thoughtful gesture.

Yeonjun flashed you a lopsided grin, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"I wanted to do something special for my best friend," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity.

“And give you a little break,” he teased, knowing how tired you got on your adventures.

You chuckled, appreciating his consideration.

“Well, I appreciate both the special gesture and the break," you replied playfully, sinking down onto the blanket.

Yeonjun joined you, sitting cross-legged next to you, that mischievous glimmer still present in his eyes.

As you both began to enjoy the delicious spread of food he had prepared, a comfortable silence fell before you. The sun filtered through the leaves above and cast a gentle glow upon your faces. It was moments like these where you truly appreciate the beauty of your friendship. Watching you with a soft expression, Yeonjun reached to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You smiled sweetly at the gesture. This wasn’t anything new, Yeonjun was always touchy with you, and you never minded.

“Ready?” he asked as he saw you finishing up.

You looked up at him confused.

“Ready for what..?”

“You didn’t think this was all we were doing today, did you?” He asked, that teasing tone ever present in his voice.

Yeonjun always had a knack for surprises, and this time was no different it seemed. You watched with anticipation as he pulled out two movie tickets from his back pocket, waving them in front of you.

"I thought we could go see that new action film you've been dying to see," he said, excitement evident in his voice.

“I’d… I’d really like that, yeah,” you said and smiled up at him.

He was always so thoughtful, there were times when he knew just what you needed even before you did. The movie theater wasn't far from the park, so you made it just in time to see all the previews. Inside the dimly lit theater, you found yourselves nestled comfortably in two plush seats in the back row. The previews began to play on the screen, and Yeonjun leaned closer to whisper in your ear, the sudden close proximity causing you to jump.

"I'm glad I could make you smile today," he murmured.

His warm breath tickled your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up. You turned to face him, feeling the heat between the two of you grow.

"You always make me smile," you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the sound of the movie trailers.

Two hours later, the two of you walked out of the movie theater, one of Yeonjun’s arms slung around your shoulders as usual. You walked through the city, window shopping with the promise of coming back tomorrow to go actual shopping. You remember him saying that he felt like having ice cream, so you pulled him towards the ice cream parlor and told him to get whatever he wanted. As you stood in line, Yeonjun's arm still draped casually around your shoulders, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The day had been perfect, from the surprise picnic to the action-packed movie, and now the cherry on top- treating your best friend to ice cream.

Yeonjun's eyes scanned the variety of flavors displayed behind the glass counter, a grin finding its way onto his lips. You knew that grin all too well, it meant trouble.

"Jjunie..." you trailed off, sounding nervous as you glanced up at him. His mischievous smile widened as he looked down at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Don't trust me to choose your ice cream?" he teased, his voice laced with playful innocence.

You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what Yeonjun was capable of when it came to making choices for you.

"You know exactly why I'm nervous," you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yeonjun let out a hearty laugh, his arm tightening around your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I won't make you try any weird flavors this time," he assured you with a playful wink.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, but couldn't help but be intrigued by the mischievous glint in his eyes. Yeonjun turned his attention back to the counter and pointed at a flavor that seemed relatively normal compared to his usual choices. He ended up picking both your and his favorite, suggesting the two of you share. Walking out of the ice cream parlor, the two of you found a nearby bench to sit on. The warm summer air wrapped around you as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything in its path. You sat close to each other, your shoulders touching as you savored the sweet treat in your hand. Yeonjun was oddly quiet, and as you were about to look at what he was up to, the sound of his voice broke the silence.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your heart raced at his sudden question. The air around you seemed to thicken, filled with a potent mix of anticipation and nervousness. You stared into his eyes, searching for any hint of jest or playfulness, but all you found was sincerity and longing. Your mind raced, trying to process the weight of his question. Yeonjun's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto yours as he awaited your response. The world seemed to hold its breath, also waiting for your answer. His question remained up in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires, as you continued to think. You had been best friends for years, but there had always been an undercurrent of something more between the two of you. You always thought it was one sided, but now, with his sudden question hanging in the air, you realized that it was time to explore what lay beyond friendship.

With a soft smile, you leaned closer to him, your heart still pounding in your chest.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice carrying the unspoken promise of something new.

As the word left your lips, Yeonjun's face raised slightly with relief. His eyes sparkled with joy as he closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was soft and sweet, a perfect reflection of the emotions swirling between you. His lips felt warm against yours, fitting perfectly as if they were always meant to be there.

a/n: and here’s jjunie’s part! These are taking a lot longer than I planned to write so please bear with me ♡

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ciaossu-imagines · 3 months

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For day 16 of the event, I used the word ‘outdoors’ from prompt 16 for Tsuzuru Minagi from A3! I’m having fun writing for this fandom and hope that any fans of the series enjoy the headcanons!

Outdoors

Tsuzuru likes taking long walks when he’s having inspiration issues. He actually comes up with what he feels is the best of his ideas while being physically active and walking. Often it’ll happen as he’s walking before or after work that he gets struck with inspiration for a new idea, but when he’s facing an issue with the next thing in a script, how to pull an idea together, or making changes to a script, it’s really late night or super early morning solo long walks that give him the best ideas and inspiration.

During breaks at his part-time jobs, he likes to buy lunch (something he can eat with one hand) and read scripts or schoolbooks in a pretty park near his jobs. He knows all the best parks near each of his part-time jobs. There’s just something about being surrounded by nature, but still having all those sounds of people nearby, that really allows him to relax and absorb all the information he needs to.

Cherry blossom viewing is, of course, quite important to him. It’s been a family tradition with his brothers for as long as he can remember and was a huge thing for his family. When he moves away, he finds it really hard knowing that he can’t watch the cherry blossoms with him but the Troupe steps up and makes a big deal out of watching them all together, with a picnic lunch, alcohol for those of age, and fancy juice for those underage.

Tsuzuru can mimic the sounds of certain birdcalls and he likes to chirp back at those birds when he hears those bird calls. Yeah, it might make him seem like a weirdo, but it’s just a little habit and quirk.

He likes playing the ‘momma had a baby and it’s head popped off’ game with dandelions and will do the ‘will they, won’t they’ game with any flowers with distinct petals like daisies. He’s a little superstitious about how the flower decides a certain situation will end up.

#unrequested prompts #a3!#a3! act addict actors #headcanons #tsuzuru minagi #character specific headcanons

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demonic-charcuterie · 1 year

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Trancy triplets x daki! Little sister (but she is nicer to them,this can be considered a part two this post: https://www.tumblr.com/griffin-flyshigh/727415436597231616/the-trancy-triples-as-older-brothers-with-a-human)

You were a were a human when you first met your brothers. You were the missing piece and you could tell from the first moment your eyes met. By then you were 17 and they must have been a few hundred years old. You met in your cousin Alois’s manor. He’s long dead now.

You rang away together into a large house in the woods. It had all you needed. You had a back yard with a large cherry blossom tree that you to three would play chess and Timber would carry you back inside on his back when you fell asleep and started drooling on the picnic blanket. They admit you were a bit spoiled. Centuries of having three demon older brothers giving you everything you ever asked for. You wanted to live in peace in the woods. You blinked and they build you a whole manor. But you deserved it, you were their baby sister. And you treated them so well, you hummed to them as you stroked their heads while she laid on your chest or in the bed with you. “I love you brothers.” You’d whisper before you would drift of to sleep. You didn’t like working for other peoples souls so they’d share theirs with you. You giggled as they tore that persons soul and they screamed and they hand fed it to you.

That cherry blossom tree was burning now. And a tall man stood over with bloody gloves was your headless body held your head in its lap and tears streamed down from your eyes. Your brothers were out and you weren’t taught as a demon like they were. They’re were holes in the walls and your pink kimono was falling off of your shoulders.

“Barely put up a fight…” a smooth silky voice said, “are you sure you’re a demon?” The man said as bright green eyes stared back at you. “Your soul should have died over a century ago.”

“Don’t give me that crap! I’m stronger than you!” You growled “So what makes you think that I’m not a demon?!”

“Sorry but you can’t be a real demon…” they said in a snarky tone.

“I’ll have you know THAT I AM A UPPER RANK DEMON!” You wailed.

“Then why are you holding your severed head d in your hands right now?” The green eyed man said pointing at you.

“Just because my heads off doesn’t mean I’ve lost yet! IM AN UPPERANK DEMON!” You screamed from your head as your body cradled your head in its lap as if trying to comfort you.

“I think it’s clear you’ve lost, in fact this wasn’t even a battle.”

“I’m just to powerful for you to comprehend!!!!” You barked at him. This was so embarrassing, what would your brothers think? When ever they’re home and an intruder comes their blood is served to you in a wine glass. “I may be weak right now, but I’m going to get even stronger!”

The green eyed man pulled out a book and placed on his glasses. “Don’t recall asking darling.”

Your fist clenched so tight that your nail dug into your palms. A lump formed into your throat when tears started pouring out of your eyes and your whimpered loudly. Suddenly…you screamed. A high pitched shriek loud enough to break glass.

(Elsewhere)

The boys froze right as they went to grab the new chessboard you asked for because last time you broke it out of a fit of rage from loosing for the 4th time. “Little sister.” Canterbury said softly as his eyes flashed pink. He grabbed the box with the chessboard then him and your other two brother bolted as fast as their legs would take you.

(Back home)

“I AM A REAL DEMON I AM! I EVEN GOT THE BLACK NAILS AND PINK EYES TO PROVE IT!” You wailed as your body slammed its fist on the floor causing the wood to splinter.

“Why are you still talking? Your life record should have started playing…”

“Die! DIE! Oh you can just die!” You screamed. “H-he cut my head off! He cut my head off! Help me…BROTHERS!!!” You begged.

Stood as if from know where your brothers stood infront of you. Timber sighed and clicked his tongue when he saw your current state.

Canterbury snd Thompson both had s blatant look of rage in their eyes. The green eyed man quickly swung his sword going for Timbers head when Timber put out his pinkie finger stopping the sword with the tip of this finger, the green eyed man when flying but but then quickly pulled himself up.

“Woowww, you survived that? I was aiming to kill. What wonderful reflexes.” Timber said blankly. He turned back to you as he head your head over your stump of a neck. Canterbury kneels down and smiled kindly. “Come now little sister. There’s no use crying about it.”

“Can’t you even manage to reattach your own head?” Thompson asked lovingly as he took your head from Timber and reattached it. “Well you haven’t always been the sharpest tool in the shed have you?” He said stroking your hair. “And oh is that a burn on your face? You need to learn to take better care of this face you know! God gifted you such a beautiful one.”

“Demons! I’ll dispose all of you if I must!” The green eyed man yelled. The boys all stood and turned to him with pure look of rage.

You whimper in the back as your ran your finger over the healing line your your neck was cut.

“You attacked our sister…unprovoked?” Timber asked barely above a whisper.

“Brother wait! He wasn’t the only harassing me! There were other green eyed man to!”

“Reapers my darling sister. Grim reapers here to collect your soul that should have burned years ago.” Canterbury said kindly to you.

“Please big brothers, kill the ones who burned me to! Kill them!, I’ve been working away over here and even though I’ve given it my all they still won’t die! I-I feel like I’ve tried everything but even then they just kept getting back up again and picking on me!” You said as your wiped tears. “They just kept bullying me and I just can’t take it anymore!”

By now three other reapers showed up and we’re all holding death scythes. “Ahh I think I understand now…” Thompson said. “Our poor little sister who was only turned a few 100 years ago was trying her very best with what little skill she had and you bullied her, that is absolutely unacceptable!”

“We’ll have to rib out all the spinal cords off those who laid a hand on her.” Timber said before pulling off his gloves and raising his fist. He glanced down at you and held out his hand right as one of the reaper started his…lawnmower? He bend down and pulled the kimono correctly onto your shoulder before turning back to them. “Now we go.”

“You’re dead!” One red head reaper said lunging towards your brothers and you pinched your eyes shut. Not even a second you felt a tapping on your shoulder and jumped. “Sister? Why are your eyes shut? Are you scared?” You gasped as your opened your eyes and saw the house in perfect condition. The lanterns where on casting a beautiful glow into their kind faces. You looked around. There was no blood, no broken wood. You slowly stood and shook your head. “B-but how? Where did-”

“Shush.” Canterbury said as he picked you up bridal style. “But brother what did you-“ you gasped when yo guy felt his hand pulled you closer to his chest. “In the morning. Perfect little sister.”

#black butler #alois trancy #trancy triplets #trancy triplets x reader #triplets black butler #triplets

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baeriz · 2 years

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spring dates with enhypen ( maknae line + gn!reader )

KIM SUNOO

the baskin-robbins around the corner is inviting– too inviting, perhaps, but you saw the way sunoo’s eyes traveled to that corner every few seconds. and so, you decide to put your lovely boyfriend out of his misery and, under the guise of wanting a cold, sweet treat, you pull him over to the ice cream shop.

a blast of air conditioning hits you in the face when the door jingles open and sunoo sighs contently from behind you, happy to be surrounded by ice cream and get out of the hot sun. he grins happily when you order mint chocolate for him, 2 scoops on a waffle cone– his favorite order at any ice cream shop, as you’ve learned– and watches you with hearts in his eyes as you eat your ice cream.

the ice cream date ends with sunoo kissing you sweetly, relishing in the remaning taste of your ice cream on your lips and the way your cheeks heat up, eyes wide at his sudden boldness. when he goes home that afternoon, though, he falls onto his bed, face smushed in a pillow, with a big, lovesick smile on his face at just the thought of you.

YANG JUNGWON

on the first day of spring, a cute little picnic date awaits you at the han river. a red checkered sheet spread over the grass and little woven basket settled carefully on jungwon's lap. he's playing your favorite songs on his phone and he's taking out all of the delicious food his grandma helped him pack, including all your favorites!

he smiles happily as he hands you your favorite flavor of lollipop and pats the space beside him so that you can move closer. he feeds you carefully, the spoonfuls of your favorite foods fill up your tummy happily and allows you to lay your head on his lap when you start to feel tired.

the picnic ends as you watch the sunset, neatly folding the sheet, shaking to rid it of grass strands and packing all the containers back up, placing them in the basket again. a kiss on your cheek is his unspoken goodbye for the day after he walks you home, turning to walk back to his house.

NISHIMURA RIKI

what says spring break like visiting the convenience store and buying as much food as you want? riki holds hands with you all the way to the store and, despite your arguing, insists that he pay for everything– pouts and gives you his best puppy dog eyes when you start to place food back on the shelves again, not wanting him to spend so much on you.

he sits across from you at the table outside, admiring you as you ate happily, cheeks full of food and love, though when you ask why he's looking at you, he merely says that he's admiring the cherry blossom trees behind you. occasionally, he leans forward to wipe the corner of your lip or feed you his food.

the last treat of the day is a warm and fluffy bungeoppang that he shares with you, walking home together. he gives you a big hug that envelopes your body in his arms and pulls away, pinching your cheeks, giggling cutely as he waves goodbye.

note from baeri : this was supposed to be ot7 but i got lazy + ran out of ideas i’m sorry >_< as always, any feedback would be greatly appreciated + i hope you like it ^_^

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bluesora · 3 years

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celebrating mother’s day with you

tsukishima kei ; sugawara kōshi ; oikawa torū ; kita shinsuke

headcanon ; fluff ; age up ; snippets of cuteness ; parenthood ; special edition — mother’s day

note: i’m not sure if i portrayed each characterization well but i just thought it’ll be fun to write one. after all, i was blessed to be born with loving parents and i just wanted to share the love i’m grateful for.

tagging: @forgetou @amjustagirl @yacoka @haikyuutothetop @luvnami ;; thank you for dropping these characters as i couldn’t decide who to write for. (of course it was more exciting without context)

ps. it’s longer than expected i’m sorry :’)

tsukishima kei

tsukishima isn’t one who would remember special occasions unless someone had schedule a plan in advance with him. when he wondered if he should do anything for you after hearing his colleagues whispering during break, his work got busier than usual so he had forgotten about it.

that was, until he realized he had ten missed calls from his son; which was odd because he weren’t one to call him so often.

“i was in a meeting, what hap—” before tsukishima could finish his sentence, his son interrupted him, “i bought mom’s favorite cake since you’re slow. hurry home or there’s none left for you,” the line was cut right after; which of course left poor tsukishima’s partner to deal with the aftermath. “tsukishima-san, about the report—”

“it must be so urgent that it needs my immediate attention even when i’m packing up right?” his words dripped of pure sarcasm despite the polite smile hanging from his lips. everyone could literally see the panic swirling in his partner’s pupil.

“i’m sorry!! good work today and see you tomorrow!!” it’s the weekend tomorrow, but tsukishima was too hung up on his son’s attitude to shoot another of his sarcastic reply.

you, on the other hand, were neither someone who would celebrate such occasion unless it was for birthdays or holidays. therefore, you didn’t really had anything in mind nor were you expecting anything as well.

when you finally reached home from a tiring day at work, you were definitely not expecting to see your favorite cake on the table while your son popped a party popper with a party horn in his mouth right beside you.

“happy mother’s day!” he tried to mumble out with the horn still in his mouth. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected surprise, dropping your bag on the counter just so you could hug him—one that he wholeheartedly hugged you back because tsukishima wasn’t around.

it took an hour for tsukishima to be home, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he walked over to where you and the cheeky lad was sitting. “oh! you didn’t have to though,” you smiled in surprise.

“dad’s just guilty he forgot about our promise and didn’t want to come home empty handed.” you chuckled at that, perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong either but you still appreciate the sentiment. it was rare for him after all.

“those who break promises don’t get desserts.” he continued to press his dad’s buttons, only to see tsukishima loosened his tie with an expression he could not understand.

“oh, but that’s on your mom to decide if i’ll get one tonight or not.” you could feel your face heating up at your husband’s words, the tone and smile that dawned on his face was a look you knew oh so well.

“tch...i thought i hid it well.” of course, your clueless son didn’t know the true meaning of those words and thought the strawberry shortcake he bought for his dad was found out.

sugawara kōshi

sugawara would definitely plan in advance with the children. especially when they were the ones who excitedly wanted to do something for you.

“mama like animals! lets go to the zoo!” the middle child exclaimed with so much enthusiasm, sugawara could only chuckle at her adorable smile.

“you only said that because you wanted to go to the zoo, dummy.” the eldest one huffed, feeling proud that he saw through her obvious tactic.

it didn’t take long for the two to start crawling over each other in a fight while the youngest one giggled amusingly as if she was watching a performance. that was, until an insult was thrown at her so she joined in the fight to prove her worth.

“if you don’t stop now, we’ll be celebrating at home like how we did the past two years.” that immediately ceased all action, since they haven’t had the chance to go out together as a whole family thanks to your busy schedule.

“how about the park? the cherry blossoms have bloomed and mama likes going to the park!” of course, sugawara was fond of this idea. it’s been a while since there was a family picnic session.

and so on that very day in which you finally managed to take a day off, you weren’t expecting to be blind folded while having your children guide you to wherever you were supposed to be.

knowing how clumsy the trio could be, he wanted to accompany them as well but was outright rejected when they said they could do it themselves with so much confidence, he wasn’t sure who they got it from.

with their tiny hands, it took a while for them to tie the piece of cloth around your eyes, and even when they did, it wasn’t tied well enough so you could actually still see your footing (which saved you immensely from all the accidental knocks along the way)

after what felt like forever, you finally reached the park where they shouted ‘happy mother’s day’ in unison. you kind of already knew it’ll be a picnic from the soft grass beneath your feet and those fallen pink petals, but you were still moved to tears when you saw your children squeezed together into your husband’s arms while cute decoration and plates of food were spread between you and them.

“mama, try the cookie first! i made them myself!” the middle one was the first to break the silence.

“no! try my sandwich first, i’m the eldest!”

“so what if you’re the eldest? mama must be thirsty from walking so have my ultimate happy berry juice!” the youngest chirped with pride, as if her logic was a straight pass to winning.

you laughed at their competitive nature, which was oh so endearing at the same time. and it was obvious if you don’t decide soon, an all out food war was going to happen.

“before that, shouldn’t mama receive papa’s present first?” sugawara’s cheerful voice interrupted their little argument, and just before the youngest could ask what it was, her eyes was covered by the eldest son along with the middle one.

you couldn’t help but hit his arm in embarrassment when his lips met yours longer than it should’ve been.

“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t get to see papa’s present,” your middle one sulked, only to be carried into sugawara’s arms as he peck her little cheek with a wink. “why don’t you ask mama what it was, baby?”

oikawa torū

it was supposed to be a big surprise where he came home earlier than the date he had told you. he even told the kids about it and they promised to make it a success (money was definitely involved to be honest)

“make sure you delay mummy at the grocery store long enough for me to set everything up in time.” he reminded his daughter time and time again, only to have her sigh at his impatience.

“i think i’m old enough to not forget something so simple dad. and please stop addressing mom like that, it’s creepy.” she cringed, wondering how you even deal with oikawa every day.

“dad, have you even baked a cake before? do you think you can get it done within an hour or maybe two?” his son asked the third time that day, which did irk oikawa with that tone of his.

“of course i can! are you looking down on me? it’s just a simple vanilla cake and some fruits on top. how hard can it be?”

of course, with every rhetorical question that pose a challenge, there would always be an answer exactly of what’s to be expected.

you, with no idea that your husband was making a mess of your kitchen, took your own sweet time at the grocery store since your daughter was there to help and it’s been a while since you had a mother and daughter bonding time.

“do you think your dad would like to have curry tomorrow? or should we just have hamburger steak?” you asked, still unsure of the menu for a celebratory dinner.

“i think he would like anything you cook, so don’t worry about it. dad’s always so happy to eat your homemade meals.” she answered with shrug, but you could tell she was happy to rely the same sentiment.

everything went smoothly and she did managed to stall your time with her longer than the agreed duration. that was, until she received a text from her brother saying dad’s cake was a failure and they should just get one outside; you two were already at the apartment lift when she read it.

“dad, i think you should just give up. they are already walking over from the—” oikawa having enough of his son’s constant nagging about how he should’ve just bought a cake instead, threw a whiff of flour to his son’s face without thinking.

and of course, which kid would not retaliate from that. the kitchen, which originally wasn’t as messy, turned into chaos of white fluff and sticky childish banter between the two.

you, not expecting to see your husband, was clearly surprise when you heard his voice by the door. the only excitement that came from that vanished the moment your eyes fell onto the state of your kitchen.

“happy mother’s day?” oikawa managed to choke out when he felt your growing presence with each step towards him.

“i’m sorry mom, it was my fault please don’t kill dad—” your son pleaded softly by the side, only to fell speechless when you threw yourself into oikawa’s arms instead.

“welcome home,�� you greeted with so much warmth, oikawa couldn’t help but embraced you tightly as he replied, “i’m home.”

“mom? you’re not mad?” your daughter asked in disbelief when she brought the groceries – including the ones you dropped – over to the kitchen.

“mad? why would i be when you dad’s sleeping in the kitchen tonight.” you were so serious and certain, the two broke into fits of laughter as they ran from their father (which was fertile because they got caught immediately and was tickled to tears)

“why are you laughing when you two are having a sleepover with daddy tonight.”

“please dad, just stop.”

kita shinsuke

there was no surprises because kita’s way of celebrating was just regular activities but doing it together. which was honestly, what you love to do most since you don’t always get the chance of spending weekdays with your family often.

from preparing meals to visiting town, usually it would be done by kita himself. however, this time because of the special occasion, you took time off to accompany your husband while bringing your little ones along with you.

“mama here’s the carrot,” your little girl placed the orange vegetable on the chopping board before humming a tune while the other twin helped kita with picking the ends of the beansprouts.

“papa are we going to town later?” she beamed excitedly, hands still working on the tiny vegetable while her legs swung to the rhythm of her twin sister’s melody.

“yes, we are. do you have a place you want to visit?” he was done with his side so he continued onto the pile his daughter was removing.

“yes! we want to go to onigiri miya!” they both said at the same time, giggling right after when their father looked surprise.

“all right, let’s go after our lunch.” and everything went along smoothly with the little twins setting the table together while you and kita took turns to cook up the dishes. lunch was pleasant despite minimal words being exchanged since the twins were taught to not talk with their mouth full (and their mouth are always stuffed full)

while you and kita held hands with the twins walking hand in hand by themselves in front, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to tickle your bones at the memory of how you used to take long strolls with kita during your younger days.

“what’s wrong?” kita tugged your hand gently which snapped you back to reality when you realized you all have reached the store.

“nothing...i’m just grateful to be your wife and mother of two beautiful angels.” your smile had him press a fluttering kiss to your temple as he softly replied, “me too.”

“i see yer two are still as lovey-dovey as ever captain.” atsumu popped his head out from the entrance, both twins sitting comfortably on his arms as he carried them as if they were feathers.

“i’m not your captain anymore atsumu, but i see they both seemed to like you.” kita smiled at his two lovely dolls, one that atsumu have never seen much of because of his busy schedule.

“of course, who do you think i am? the better—” but before atsumu could even finish his flex, the two snapped their head over at the appearance of osamu in his apron. their hands immediately reaching out for the man to hug.

“uncle osamu!!” they squealed happily, trying their best to squirm out of atsumu’s grip.

“i guess not huh ‘tsumu,” osamu smirked at the annoyed twin, patting his hands dry before prying the little twins from his brother’s vice grip. of course, they both would fight over the kid’s affection. who wouldn’t right?

you watched the pair of twins in amusement with your head against kita’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your delicate frame. this too will be yet another moment kita would not forget, for he felt blissful to be their father and your husband.

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enhyupn · 3 years

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sunghoon as your bff turned boyfriend <3

tagging @youreverydayzebra @ncityy04 <3

sunghoon x gn!reader

fluff, no warnings, not fully proof read, wc: 788

a/n just something to post before i sleep 💭💭 there might be grammatical errors so i’m so sorry

⌗ bbfe (before boyfriend era)

honestly would (nicely) tease you for just any anything

the type of teasing that got your heart racing because it was kinda cute and he would always make you laugh with them

always sharing his hoodies with you

would walk with you anywhere and everywhere

to your house, to your school, to the park, to tutoring lessons... name it and he was already by your side

had the biggest crush on you and was so secretive about it that nobody knew about it

the reason nobody knew about it was because he would always make fun of you .

you would question why he would never talk about crushes with you but you just thought it was just him

you were his favourite person no doubt about it

⌗ ce (confession era)

— with your hands awkwardly fidgeting, you glanced at the scenery around you. sunghoon had asked you to stand under the cherry blossom tree right after english was over, something he asked you quite sternly in fact. obviously with the loose petals falling around you, it gave you a sense of peace. you wanted sunghoon to be by your side already, admiring the beauty of the fallen petals with that adoring smile on his face.

nothing made you happier than seeing your best friend running towards you, his hair slightly bouncing with each step taken with a mischievous grin taking over his lips. you almost let yourself walk over to him, something in the back of your mind stopping you from taking on that plan. you felt your heart beating fast, the image in front of you was something you’d remember forever. the wind slightly blowing into his hair, the cherry blossom lightly tinting his figure and his mouth slightly agape from the light jogging.

“yn...” he spoke with sincerity, you could notice his figure towering over you; making your cheeks heat up at the realisation. you had never looked at sunghoon in this light— romantically to be more exact— but in that moment, you felt like you could of fallen for him at any incoming second. “you don’t have to speak, just listen to me”.

“i’ll listen” you playfully respond. you yelp quietly when you feel his hand touch yours, the contrast in temperature surprising you yet still giving you immense comfort. “it’s the most i can do, you did run all the way here for me” the small chuckle you let out almost made sunghoon speechless, his ears turning a bright red due to his bashfulness.

“i like you” you almost cough up a lung at his bluntness, with your eyes wide open you stare at his face. he awkwardly laughs at your quiet response, unsure what that meant for him. “it’s okay if you—”.

the rest of his words were never heard, the interruption being caused by your lips delicately placed onto his. the kiss wasn’t what the boy had planned to originally do but he couldn’t say he wasn’t opposed to it. sunghoon could feel the warmth of your quickly heating up face, making him smile into the kiss. the feeling of his hand smoothly holding onto the back of your neck caused you to break contact, a sheepish silly grin taking over your features. you could feel the slight uneven breaths in your chest, the loud beating of your heart making you slightly embarrassed.

“so i’m your boyfriend now?”

“you idiot” you roll your eyes, hitting his chest with an open hand softly. “what else would you be?”

⌗ bfe (boyfriend era)

loves holding your hand

is kinda clingy when he wants your attention

takes you on so many dates!!!

his favourite type of dates are probably the ones where you have picnics or obviously ice skating

when he gets jealous he keeps it to himself but he’s really bothered by it he’ll go to you instantly

if you’re cooking he’ll steal bits of it while you’re cooking and you always get mad at him because what if it’s undercooked???

always kissing your forehead and cheek

goodnight and good morning texts every single day

tells you about his day and loves listening to you ramble about yours

recalls old memories of you two that he finds cute

buys the the dumbest things for you but you treasure them because you love him <3

⌗ songs that remind him of you

— chaotic, loona’s odd eye circle

this blooming light explodes between us

our hearts face each other

until i’m next to you and you’re holding me

— softly, clairo

no doubt it isn't right

but you could be my one and only

— my stargirl, slchld

so baby don't worry

i’ll be right here for you

#prism.nw #enhypenwriters #lsn.works #hybenet #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff

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haikyuuphilia · 4 years

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Hello!! I just found your blog and I love your works so so much, your fluff is so good and it warms my heart and aaaaa!!!! I don’t really know how to explain but basically me ❤️❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝 @ all your Headcanons hskshsjsbs!! I really liked the one where their s/o fall asleep on them, so would it be alright to ask the same but with Osamu, akaashi (And Bokuto too if that’s possible but I totally understand if you don’t do him! Energy adult child, I’m not sure if he’d let you a chance to fall asleep I’m the first place LMAO) please? Sorry if this is very sudden, I hope you don’t mind but feel free to ignore if you don’t want to do it!

I hope you have a great day, please hydrate and take care !! All your favs loves you !!!

you accidentally fall asleep on them

pt.2 of headcanons with osamu, bokuto, & akaashi

find pt.1 with kuroo, tsukishima, and yamaguchi here & suga hcs here!

established relationship, no warnings apply, gn!reader | fluff ♡

→ miya osamu

you two are waiting to pick up food from a restaurant nearby before heading back to osamu’s place for a stay-in date of dinner and baking cookies

you’d both ordered ahead, but it seems like the restaurant was running a little behind schedule

so your projected 6pm takeout order turned into 6:15, then 6:30 :(

osamu’s a little annoyed because he’s sure you’re hungry for dinner by now and doesn’t want his s/o waiting

but he’s secretly happy you two get to spend a little bit of time together just chilling in public, too

you’re chatting about your day with him, and he’s listening attentively

you yawn every now and then, which he of course notices

he asks if you want to cancel your baking plans for that night

he’s perfectly happy just cuddling you to sleep, after all

you say you’re fine, but he notices you’re rubbing your eyes and blink slowly every now and then

and the food’s still not out yet

he’s talking about the different types of cookies you two could bake at home when he feels your head on his shoulder

“keep talking,” you say sleepily, “i promise i’m listening.”

you don’t see his soft smile, but you feel his lips brush the top of your head as you drift off

osamu was annoyed at the late order of food before, but now he kind of hopes the restaurant never delivers your order if it means he gets your head on his shoulder

has to control his happy expression because he’s literally overjoyed but is trying to play it cool

he’s secretly proud that every now and then the other restaurauntgoers sneak a glance at you two, a subtlely affectionate couple

he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder and bring you closer to him

when the food finally arrives, he’s reluctant to wake you up

but he’s glad you light up when you see the dinner and his face by yours

osamu definitely wouldn’t mind if you accidentally fall asleep after you two get back home, either <3

→ bokuto koutarou

you two are on a date that consisted of hiking in the mountains and then a picnic by a local waterfall

it’s been going amazingly, as your dates with him always go -- but you’re tired

bokuto, unsurprisingly, is still full of energy

you’re prepared to power through and make the 2.5 mile long trek back down to level ground

but then your shoes break

at first, bokuto decides to go barefoot with you as a fun adventure

that ends real quick when he stubs his toe and you step on a pinecone (ouch)

then he wants to give you his shoes because what kind of boyfriend would make his s/o walk barefoot ?

your feet don’t fit his shoes that well, so you go to plan C:

bokuto will carry you down the mountain

so you hesitantly get up, and he gives you a piggy back ride down the mountain, walking briskly like he’s not carrying an entire person on his back

you can feel his back muscles flexing, and he’ll probably hike you up higher on his back so you don’t fall off

plus his arms are wrapped firmly under your thighs

it’s quiet except for the sounds of nature, and bokuto’s focused on keeping you upright while getting down the mountain

so you end up falling asleep on accident

he feels your head rest against the back of his neck

bokuto will whisper your name a couple of times because he can’t turn his head to see you

when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll get so happy

wants to do a happy dance but doesn’t want to wake you up lmao

he’ll take you the rest of the way down the mountain like that, you sleeping peacefully on his back

he’s never walked so carefully in his life

you wake up when he sets you down on a bench

you’re probably worried that he overexerted himself because who just ?? carries a person??? 2.5 miles down a mountain?

answer: your boyfriend, that’s who

he assures you that he barely noticed you on his back at all lmao (no matter how much you weigh <3)

bokuto says he could go all day and all night 😳

piggy back rides with bo are 10/10 highly recommend

he’s just a strong, sweet boyfriend <3

→ akaashi keiji

you two were wrapping up your date at the cherry blossom park

but then it started to drizzle, and now the rain was pouring down

instead of booking it back to the bus stop a half mile away, you two decided to wait out the rainstorm in a nearby pavilion

you both sat down on the benches and listened to the sound of rain together, watching the cherry blossom tree branches shake in the wind

as more time passes, you grow sleepy, and your head falls forward as your eyes close

akaashi’s got lightning fast reflexes and moves his arm out to keep your forehead from smacking into the table lmao

he realizes you’ve fallen asleep, so he moves your head from the table to his shoulder

then reconsiders and gently brings your head to his lap, which he figures is more comfortable and probably warmer

takes off his jacket and puts it over you as a makeshift blanket because he doesn’t want you to get sick with the rainy weather

he may look calm on the outside, but on the inside, he’s practically giddy with happiness

akaashi is so happy that you’re comfortable enough to fall asleep with him, your boyfriend

(he’s a tiny bit worried about your fatigue and if you’re sleeping enough, though)

as he gazes down at you resting on his lap, he might brush a few strands of hair out of your face

probably plays with your hair or holds your hand as you sleep

he’s content just with your presence, even if you’re not awake to talk to him excitedly like you normally do

eventually, the rain stops and the sky clears up

but akaashi wouldn’t wake you up -- he figures you need all the rest you can get, and he’s happy to sit there and wait

you get up not too long after, waking up to see his blue green eyes looking lovingly at you

you: akaashi... what? why is it dark outside? how long have we been here?

akaashi: i don’t know,, i lose track of time when i’m with you

ugh i want an akaashi

you might be a little embarrassed, but he assures you that he’s happy to act as your pillow any time, any day

will insist that you two go back and get some rest because you need it!

and even if he gets a cold the next day, he knows it was worth it just for you

loving, caring, selfless, stunning = your boyfriend, akaashi <3

ahh hi there!!! that’s so sweet of you, and i’m really glad you’ve enjoyed the fluff so far! i’m more than happy to write for them, so thank you for the kind words and hope you enjoyed the headcanons (i don’t know what came over me when i wrote them,,, they’re ridiculously long haha oops)

x rue

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Nyello!! If you're not too busy, could I request picnic hcs with chuuya? Gotta get that daily dose of fluff owo

REQUEST 2 (Similar):

HIII ! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOURE CHUUYA ONE SHOTS! can you make another fluff one? i live for ur scenarios <3

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Picnic

Pairing: Reader x Chuuya Nakahara

Genre: Fluff

Chuuya doesn't often have free time to do stuff like this, but when he does, he damn well makes sure it's the best time ever

Masterlist

Chuuya is a busy person, being an executive and all

He’s got duties and responsibilities, legal and not, so it’s sometimes hard to find time to spend with his girlfriend

But when he does

Boy, you better believe he’s going to make sure it’s the best time ever

We already know he’s an expensive, fancy person

Look to the wine he drinks for reference and the emerald embellished clothing he was wearing...

This man will make sure everything is packed neatly into a picnic basket

Can we take a minute to imagine Chuuya walking through a park with a picnic basket, the breeze blowing softly and the sun shining it’s ray’s just right-

anYWAY

He let’s you know in a very nonchalant way

“Hey, grab a coat, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving where-“

“juST GRAB A COAT DAMMIT!”

He doesn’t give any hints as to where he’s taking you, even when you plead with your best puppy dog eyes.

He’s a like a very, very determined rock-

It’s a pleasant surprise, when he stops you beneath a huge cherry blossom tree, a blanket laid out under it with all kinds of treats and drinks and bottles of the most expensive wine-

He stands there with a smug smile as your jaw drops and you turn to him in disbelief.

It starts out great, with the both of you sat under the tree, talking, catching up and eating.

Chuuya’s head ends up in your lap somehow, and he grumbles, pulling your hand to his head, prompting you to run your fingers through it, soothingly.

It’s a picture perfect moment, and he half wishes he could capture it. (the urge to stay comfortable outweighs the urge to take a picture-)

The both of you stay to watch the sunset.

You poke his cheek when the sun starts dipping below the horizon.

“How cheesy would you be willing to be right now?”

He answers by cracking open an eye, and sighing, lifting a hand up and placing it at the back of your head, pulling you down for a cliché kiss during the sunset.

When you pull away, you can see his cheeks are a faint pink colour, though that may just be the pretty shadows casted by the oncoming dusk.

It’s a day that allowed the both of you to take a break from your busy lives and just spend some time with each other, learning to appreciate the little things in life.

Needless to say, Chuuya is very pleased it all went to plan.

Request Are Open! Please send em in!

(06/07/2021)

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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What If The Love You Deserve Is Love You Never Find?

Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language, Slight Angst

Author's Note: I spent like an hour going through my music to find the perfect song lyric for this. Love me people. Enjoy! -Thorne

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It’d been complete fate that she’d even met him. A chance of looking up when she was fixing a shirt on a display, gaping as he browsed the racks along the wall, very so often picking something up to examine it before folding it and returning it to its original position.

But even from halfway across the store she could tell he was drop-dead gorgeous, and she slapped the back of her hand across her coworker’s chest. “Dibs.” It was all she said before hurrying towards him, grinning when she heard her friend groan something along the lines of, ‘No fair!’

She cleared her throat as she neared him and he glanced over, giving her a smile. “Good morning,” she greeted. “How are you today?”

“I’m good,” he replied. “How are you?”

“Well, every day is a new day.” She grinned when he laughed. “Is there anything I can help you find, or are you just looking around?”

“Oh, I’m just looking around.”

Nodding, she said, “Alright, well since summer break just started our sales are everything along this wall,” she gestured to the side next to her. “It’s buy one get one free, and so is that wall over there.” She pointed to the other side of the room. “Everything in between is buy two get one free.”

“Sounds good.” He murmured.

“And I’m (Y/N). So if you need any help with anything or want an opinion on anything, just come find me!” she smiled at him and wandered off back towards the registers where her coworker was, and was promptly slapped in the side, causing her to gasp slightly.

“What’s his name and how much money does he make?”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh. “I didn’t ask.”

“You didn’t—you didn’t ask? Why not?” she griped. “That guy’s wearing a Rolex! He’s probably loaded.”

“It could also be a knockoff,” she shot back. “Besides, you gotta wait it out.” (Y/N)’s eyes followed him as he looked up and down the wall of shirts and jackets. “If he comes and asks for help, then he’s interested.”

Her coworker rolled her eyes. “You say that about everyone and they’re only always coming to ask for purchase.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “It’s gotta work one day.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Probably. But at least—”

“Excuse me,” someone interrupted and they both spun around to see him standing there, a smile on his face as he looked at (Y/N).

“Yes?” she chirped, flashing him a pearly white grin.

“I was wondering if you could help me pick out an outfit?” he asked, and she nodded.

“I’d be glad to help,” shooting her friend a wink as she followed him back towards the wall. “So, is there a particular event you’re going to that calls for a new outfit?” she inquired, taking in the sight of him.

He nodded. “Yeah, I’m hanging out with a couple friends later tonight.” He glanced at her. “Wanna show off, you know?”

(Y/N) giggled. “I totally know what you mean.” She crossed her arms. “Alright, well, let’s start with the easiest thing. Favorite colors?”

“Red, white, black, gray, and teal.” He replied.

“Hmm…boots or sneakers?”

“Boots.”

“Jeans or khak—”

“Jeans.” He interrupted with a scandalized expression.

She giggled again. “Just being thorough.” (Y/N) looked him over. He was tall, extremely built and God, his face was beautiful. Strong jaw and cheekbones, tanned skin and dark hair with a small white patch in the front. And his eyes, oh, his eyes were the prettiest teal.

“See something you like?” he flirted with a smirk and she rolled her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be cocky, I was just beginning to enjoy this.” He chuckled and she hummed. “I can see you like wearing jackets in eighty degrees so I’m gonna assume you’re more of a ‘suffer the pain for the aesthetic of the look’ type of man?” he nodded. “Okay, you a hoodie or sweatshirt guy?”

He paused, eyeing the displays and remarked, “I’m more a leather jacket type of man.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I can work with that.” She started up the wall. “Based on your body type I’m going to assume you run between a large and an extra-large.” Pausing, she eyed his hips. “Your pants size is probably a large.” She handed him a pair of dark blue jeans and he looked them over.

“Did you just give me jeans with bedazzled-shit on the back pockets?”

She cracked a grin. “Embrace your inner punk rock star, babe.” Shoving a crimson V-neck in his arms, she followed it with a pair of matte-black military style combat boots. “Black or tan leather?”

“Mmm…I have a tan at home,” he murmured, and she nodded.

“Black it is then,” (Y/N) decided, handing him a black leather jacket that closely resembled a bomber style jacket with a gray hood attached. She spun and stepped up to him. “Do you wear jewelry?”

“Mhm,” he said and turned his head. “Got my ears pierced a while back.”

“Have anything against religious imagery?”

He gasped. “And be blasphemous? I would never!”

She chuckled and wandered around a display, picking up a set of small silver earrings with crosses dangling on them, then she handed him a silver block necklace with the engraving, ‘Stay the course, for horizons are chased, but never caught’, and a silver wallet chain. “Your belt is black but I’ve half a mind to find a silver belt buckle to go with it.”

“But I digress,” she said, waving her hand before coming behind him, gently shoving him to the dressing room. “Off you go!”

He laughed, disappearing into the dressing room and she looked over at her coworker, giving her a mouthed, “Oh. My. God. He’s. Hot.”

“Tell me about it!” her friend mouthed back.

“And he smells like heaven!” (Y/N) returned, smiling when the curtain shifted, and he stepped out. Immediately her jaw dropped, and she breathed, “Holy shit.”

He chuckled, sending shivers down her spine and ran a hand through his hair, an action that made her stomach flip when he looked at her with those gorgeous teal eyes. “I take it I’m looking good, huh?”

All she could do was nod and mumble, “I’ll say.” She walked over and gently drug him to the giant mirror on the wall and turned him round so he could see himself. “You’re gonna knock your friends and half the people in this city dead the second they lay eyes on you.”

He reached up and adjusted the silver necklace before tugging at the jacket. “I like it.”

“I’m glad you do,” (Y/N) said, internally sighing in relief. “You’ve got everything for the deals, so let’s head to the register and make this happen, if you’re ready.”

“After you.” He replied, and she waltzed around, tapping at the register when he held up a hand. “Gimme just a minute.” She nodded, watching as he wandered to the displays and plucked a black backpack off the rack and shoved his old clothes and shoes in it, then he picked up a silver ring and slipped it on his finger. He walked back over. “Had to finish off the look.”

(Y/N) smiled. “Well, you’ve picked up two items, so you’ll have to find one more for the deal.”

He leaned his hip against the counter and shot her a flirty grin. “How ‘bout I buy the backpack and the ring and I get your number for free?” she blinked in shock and he added smoothly, “Never know when I’ll need help with another style.”

Her coworker was nudging her in the ribs but all she could do was try and horribly fail at hiding the grin as she rang up his total and flipped over the receipt, quickly scribbling her number down. She handed it to him, and he took it. “Thank you—”

She tugged a little and murmured, “You are going to let me style you for beach days, right?” her eyes followed down his body. “I’d love to help you pick out a nice pair of swim trunks.”

He smirked. “Well I was hoping to ask about underwear too, but I could probably throw in swim trunks as well.” Pulling the receipt from her fingers, he said, “Name’s Jason, by the way.”

“Well, have a good day, Jason.” She flirted, waving as he walked off.

Her coworker shoved her elbow into her ribs, and she gasped. “Holy fuck, it actually worked, and you just scored a really hot fuck.”

(Y/N) sighed dreamily. “Yes, I did.”

***

One “styling” turned into multiple “stylings” and many, many phone calls which turned into brunch and dinner dates with Jason. Which she strictly went to under the belief of styling said man, because falling in love with him spelled heartbreak and she knew it because there was no way someone like him was interested in her at all.

And yet, no matter how much she tried not too, (Y/N) found herself slipping deeper and deeper for him. It scared her, but she figured the easiest thing to do was to get him out on a date of her own and set the line before it was crossed. Which was how she found herself dressed in a 1950’s style floral dress with matching flats with her hair and makeup done, waiting underneath the cherry blossom tree in the Gotham City park.

She brushed her fingers over the fabric at her knee for what seemed like the millionth time, heart fluttering in her chest as she watched the people walk by. A few people had come up to her, either to compliment her outfit or ask her who the picnic was set up for. Jason had texted that he’d be there soon and (Y/N) hoped it would be right then because if she had to tell another guy to scram, she was going to pick everything up and haul ass.

Shaking her head, she focused on the poetry book in front of her, reading over another prose when she heard, “(Y/N)!” She looked up, seeing Jason hurrying towards her, three books in his arms.

She laughed and stood up, meeting him halfway. “Jay, I said bring one book not three.”

“I couldn’t pick. I love Emily Dickinson just as much as I love Walt Whitman and John Keats.” He retorted, setting the books down on the blanket before taking her hands in his, pushing her out to take in the sight of her. “Wow,” he breathed. “You look beautiful, doll.”

(Y/N) flushed, smiling shyly. “Yeah, well…you said something about the fifties, and I had this in the closet.” She nodded to the blanket. “I hope you’re hungry.”

His stomach rumbled in response and his cheeks tinted pink as he sat down. “You didn’t hear that.”

“Hear what?” she repeated with a grin, opening up the basket. “Okay, so I went a little overboard with the food, but who cares.” He chuckled, watching as she pulled out a couple bowls and a tray, then set out two plates for them and some silverware.

“What’s in these?” he asked, opening the lid to one of the bowls. It looked like some kind of pasta salad.

“That one is a BLT pasta salad and the other is fruit salad.” She started unraveling the foil from the platter. “And these are chicken Caesar pitas.” (Y/N) put one on his plate. “I made four just in case you wanted more to eat.”

Jason’s face lit up at all the food and he met her gaze. “You did all this for me?”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. “Yeah…I hope it’s not too much though.”

“Not at all.” He looked around. “But I do hope you got something to drink in there.”

She giggled and handed him an insulated, stemless wine cup before pulling out a bottle of rosé. “Of course.”

“Thank you, doll,” he said as she poured them their drinks, then he raised his cup. “To us.”

(Y/N) clinked her cup to his. “To us.”

And that slowly turned into the food being eaten and the wine being drunk which ended up with Jason’s head in her lap as he read them his favorite poems, her fingers gently carding through his silky hair. At one point, he’d rested the book on his chest and simply closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her massaging his scalp. And (Y/N)? She was trying to keep her heard from beating out of her chest.

“Jason?” she murmured softly, and he hummed in return. “Is this real?”

He huffed a laugh and opened his eyes. “Yeah, (Y/N), I think the sky is real.”

She didn’t laugh, merely offering a halfhearted smile towards the open park. “No, Jason, this…us…how you are towards me. The flirting and the touching.” Her eyes were trained on the grass because she could feel his teal gaze boring into her, and if she looked down at him, she knew she’d lose her edge. “I…feel like you care about me…more than a good friend would.”

Swallowing, she assured, “It’s okay if it’s a no…but I wanna know now just to be sure.” (Y/N)’s voice quieted considerably. “It’ll get messy if we don’t figure this out here.” She went silent, refusing to look at Jason as he rose out of her lap and shifted until he was sitting beside her, their thighs brushing against one another.

His hand gently cupped her cheek and he murmured, “Yeah, it’s real. How we feel for each other.”

“Really?” she blinked. “Because you and me? I didn’t wanna assume but I—”

Jason pressed his lips to hers, effectively silencing her and she all but melted into him as she looped her arms around his neck. He smiled against her lips and with his free hand, gently pushed her down onto the blanket, the right side of his body resting on hers as he kissed her.

When they pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, quipping, “I think you assumed rightly, doll.”

“Jason?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

“Yes ma’am.”

***

That single date morphed into something deeper between them, and she could tell Jason was holding back a bit. He was open to love, to having a relationship, but something told (Y/N) that all of the ones he’d ever had either ended in disaster or mutual termination.

That being said, Jason was nothing but a loving boyfriend to her. He was everything that romance books and movies were based on. The guy every girl wanted to be with and (Y/N) had no idea how she got so lucky, but she wasn’t going to question it for fear of waking up from whatever dream this was.

And the first time Jason invited her over to his apartment a few months after they got together, she wasn’t sure who was more nervous about it, but she could tell they were both walking on eggshells around one another, all throughout dinner and when they finally decided to turn in for the night.

She opened the door to the bathroom, letting the steam escape as she stepped out. “Bathroom’s yours.” Jason gave her a quiet ‘thank you’ and moved inside, shutting the door rather quickly.

(Y/N) sighed and sat down on the bed, staring at the door. She couldn’t, for the life of her, figure out why he was uncomfortable with her there. Not wanting to keep the atmosphere going, she rose from the bed and wandered to his closet door, shooting a quick glance towards the bathroom. The shower was still going, and she smirked, opening up the closet.

Jason’s wardrobe was a mixture of T-shirts and leather jackets and suits, and his shoes were either boots or sneakers. All dark, all silk or cotton. She stepped inside the walk-in closet and drew her fingers along the fabric, stopping when she felt a thicker jacket. Bingo. (Y/N) tugged it off the hanger. It was Jason’s red sweatshirt he wore all the time. She practically had to beg him to get out of it when she wanted to put him in something new—he wore it like it was his second skin.

Slipping it on, she slipped back into the bedroom and quietly shut the door just as the shower shut off. Momentarily panicking, she hurried over to the window and leaned against it, staring out at the traffic below. The bathroom door opened and (Y/N)’s heart slammed into her rib-cage when she heard Jason’s breathing stutter when he saw her.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she murmured. “Got a little cold.”

His footsteps padded behind her and his hands rested on her hips. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that snooping in people’s personal belongings isn’t very nice?”

(Y/N) leaned back against his chest, head propping on his shoulder giving her enough space to see his face. “No, but she did teach me to put my big girl panties on when my boyfriend won’t grow a pair.”

Jason cocked a brow, fingers digging into her hips as he challenged, “Is that so?” he tugged her back, pressing his front into her back. “And what exactly am I not growing a pair about?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged. “But something’s bugging you and it’s really screwing with our mood.”

He held her gaze for a moment, then he sighed and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I…gotta tell you something, doll.”

(Y/N) blinked and spun around in his arms. “Please don’t tell me you cheated on me.”

“What? God no!” he blurted. “No, I didn’t sleep with anyone.”

“Then what’s the problem?” she asked, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “You can tell me anything, Jason. I’m not going to get upset.” They stared one another down and he sighed, pulling away before heading to the bed. “Gonna show me you’re a eunuch or something?”

Jason barked a laugh. “You’re hilarious, doll.” He reached under the bed and pulled out a locked box. Setting it on the bed, he pressed his thumb to the little printer, and she watched as it flashed green and the locks flicked. He opened the case and (Y/N)’s eyes widened when she saw the gear inside, the guns on either side of the box, the suit in the middle, and the red helmet sitting on top of it.

“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I wasn’t sure how.” He whispered. “I guess I was scared what you’d think.” (Y/N) said nothing but she reached for the hood and picked it up, taking a seat on the bed as she flipped it over in her hands, examining it.

“Scared of my opinion…or scared of you?” she hinted, and he looked at her from where he knelt, a mix of emotions crossing his mind.

He shook his head and shrugged. “Both.”

She held the hood and with her free hand, gently caressed the lines of it, explaining, “Four years ago, my life was saved by Red Hood.” Jason’s head shot up and he gaped at her. “I was still in high school, coming home from prom when I got in a car accident with my best friend. We were hit by a drunk driver.”

(Y/N) looked at him. “The other driver was DOI, and my friend was unconscious and bleeding severely…I was awake but had broken my femur and clavicle…I couldn’t move, and I was scared.” Her fingers twitched along the cheek of the hood. “And then this mysterious masked man broke the lock on the door and cut my seat-belt. At first I thought he was going to hurt me because he looked menacing.”

She smiled. “But he grabbed my phone in the floorboard and called nine-one-one and then held my hand until an ambulance showed up.” (Y/N) gazed at him. “He kept saying I was going to be okay and that he wasn’t going to leave until I was in a bus and on my way to the hospital.”

Picking the hood up, she leaned over and put it on his head, watching as it beeped and lit up. “Later I heard on the news that he’d been responsible for the gang war between Black Mask and the drug dealers…but he’d successfully managed to get some of the school areas out of poverty and drug usage. And he’d killed a lot of bad people who didn’t deserve to be around.”

(Y/N) pressed her lips to the forehead of his helmet. “I was never scared of you, Jason. Then or now.” He put his head down and she merely smiled softly when he reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing tightly.

They stayed that way for a while until he shifted and pulled the hood off, setting it back in the box. “Thank you, (Y/N),” he whispered, and she nodded, gently brushing her fingers through his hair.

“Of course.” She tugged at a strand and he looked over at her, seeing her eyes solemn. “Just promise me you’ll be careful from now on, and that you’ll come back in one piece.”

Jason snorted. “Will do, doll.”

“Good,” she nodded, then happened to look back in the box. “So…this might not be the best time but…how do you feel about I don’t know…putting the suit on when we go to bed?”

He huffed a laugh and rose, shoving her back onto the bed. “Well, well, Miss (Y/N), aren’t you a kinky vixen.”

“I can’t help it, Jason. Red Hood’s a pretty sexy guy.” She winked. “Say…wanna play cops and robbers sometime?”

“You’re something else,” he purred, and she wiggled underneath him.

“Don’t I know it, babe.”

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yourmidnightlover · 4 years

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three, four squeezes

Summary- spencer finds watches you take what he thought was your last breath. turns out they weren't, but you're now in a coma.

TW: coma, fem!reader, spencer pining, angst/fluff ig?, blood, gunshot

WC- 5,681

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guilt.

regret.

pain.

fear.

spencer couldn't stop fiddling between as he rode with you in the back of the ambulance.

the guilt he felt as he realized that everything was his doing, his fault. if he wouldn't have froze and if he would've told you how he felt neither of you would be in this position.

the regret he had of never telling you how he felt. he never got to hold you as more than best friends and kiss you like he's wanted to so, so, so many times.

the pain of seeing you in so much pain. and the fear that worsened when you accepted the fact that you would die in his arms

the fear that the last time he held you was when you confessed your darkest secret to him. you never got to hear him tell you how much he truly loved you.

he took your much smaller hand in both of his and pressed it close to his chest, right on top of his heart as if he was trying to tell you what his heart had tried to make him.

he froze.

he shouldn't have froze.

he should've held you and told you how much he loved you. how much he wanted you. how much he's always wanted you.

he should've kissed you and never let you out of his sight. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't let you go then you would have never gotten hurt.

he was the reason you were dying.

he was lost in thought when the holter monitor held a steady, long beep. you had flatlined.

you felt the warmth radiating over your skin as you shifted in your position to sit up. you took in your surroundings.

you were in an endless pasture, filled with tall grass that would reach your knees if you had stood up. the sky was perfect, clear, baby blue color that you haven't seen in a while. you were laying on a red blanket with a picnic basket by your side.

the smell of fresh flowers and fresh grass filled your nose. the calming scent bringing you the peace that radiated around you as you observed further into this place.

you had on a flowy, pastel purple sun dress and a pair of white flats on. you turned your head to the side, only to notice you weren't alone.

"spencer!" you cheered excitedly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your touch. "you're here," you breathed out.

"i am here," you felt the vibrations of his chuckle. "but you shouldn't be here."

you pulled back and looked at him confused. "wh-why not?"

"because," he pushed a strand of hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "you need to go back, sweetheart."

a rush of memories flooded your brain.

you confessed your past, your regret, your love.

he didn't love you back.

you were shot.

"i... i don't want to go back," you admitted with furrowed brows. "i want to stay here. with you."

he looked at you with what seemed to be pity. he scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around you to pull you closer to his body.

"you can be with me back there. you know that," he said as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"no, i won't. not-" you took a deep breath, "not like this."

"but this isn't even real. i'm just a figment of your imagination. you're disassociating with your body, and i'm your safe place," he said nonchalantly, as if hearing that didn't break your heart even more.

"but i want to be with you, spence. i've ruined everything out there. you don't want me," you spilled, letting a tear slip past your eye and down your cheek.

"i will always want you, y/n. always," he assured you as he pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"how do you know?" you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"because i'm a genius. remember, sweetheart?" he chuckled.

"promise me?" you said as you turned around and held his hand, squeezing it in anticipation.

"i promise. go back, y/n. you need to go back." he repeated.

"not yet. just a little longer with you, please. just a little longer with you," you pleaded.

spencer had to let go of your hand so the doctors could get the defibrillator. he began shaking before he told himself to be strong. he had to be strong for you.

"please don't leave me..." he prayed for the first time in a while to a god he wasn't even sure he believed in. "don't die on me."

one of the paramedics ripped your shirt open so they could begin to start the chest compressions. spencer hated seeing you so helpless, lifeless, hopeless.

"charge to 260!" one of the doctors yelled before yelling clear and connecting it to your skin.

nothing.

"charge to 350!" she pressed it to your chest and abdomen one more time.

suddenly the monitor began beeping steadily again. you were alive. not okay, but you were breathing.

you had a heartbeat again.

you weren't leaving him yet.

"oh thank god!" he exclaimed as he watched the paramedics leave your side, allowing him to fill their void. he took hold of your hand once again and pressed his lips to it as he watched the paramedic on the other side of you monitoring everything going on with your status.

"thank you, y/n. thank you so much," he placed another kiss on your knuckles as he used his to wipe his tears away.

when you had made it to the hospital he decided to finally call morgan and garcia. he would let them know what happened, minus the whole love confession part, and ask them to alert the rest of the team.

morgan replied in asking if she was okay, and asked for the details later when he got there. garcia was just rushing to get out of her apartment and to the hospital to check on her 'little cherry blossom.'

garcia got there first no doubt breaking a few speed limits in the process, but he didn't mind because now he wouldn't be alone with his own mind. she engulfed spencer in her arms and let him sob it out as she did the same. she didn't ask what happened, she knew he would tell her when he was ready.

morgan took a bit longer, surprisingly. although, in his defense, he did live on the other side of town. upon arrival, he just placed a firm hand on spencer's shoulder and sat beside him in a seat, silently providing his own comfort.

jj was next to arrive. she was already in tears when garcia had called her to make her aware of the news. she gave spencer a tight hug before sitting beside garcia.

when emily got there she raced to jj to ask if they had any information yet, they didn't. she checked on spencer, making sure he wasn't losing his mind completely. she finally settled down and sat beside jj, placing a comforting hand on top of hers.

rossi and hotch arrived at the same time, they were both working late, finishing a few extra case files. they went around comforting the rest of the team, and made sure to pay extra attention to spencer.

everyone knew how close the two of you were. you were like bonnie and clyde, but rather you both solved crime instead of ensuing it. and they knew how much it pained him to see her in pain. even on cases when she would get wounded, spencer would pay the utmost care and attention to you.

spencer didn't say a word. he didn't say what happened. nobody asked. they sat in silence, with almost constant tears from the fear of losing you, waiting for answers to how you were doing.

after a few more hours, jj decided to ask the doctor yet again on any updates on your condition. she quietly got up after letting go of emily's hand and walked over to the front desk.

"ma'am," jj asked the receptionist, "is there any update on y/n y/l/n and her surgery. it's been a few hours now and we're getting wo-"

"y/n y/l/n?" a doctor came into the waiting room holding a clipboard, waiting for someone to claim her company.

spencer jumped up from his seat when he heard her name. everyone had refrained from using in fear of striking something in spencer. they didn't want to upset him more than he already was, so they just kept their mouths shut.

"yes?" he excitedly asked, feeling the sweat in his hands and the exhaustion overwhelming his body.

"she's out of surgery now. she's in a stable condition, but there's some bad news," the doctor grimaced as the others waited expectantly for the rest of the news. "she had a prolonged period of time without oxygen to her brain, she's now in a coma. we aren't sure when she'll wake up," the doctor finally spewed out. "you can go visit her now. maybe one at a time so she can decipher who's who. she can hear what you say, so make it positive and encouraging," he concluded.

spencer looked back at the team, waiting for them to signal that he could go visit her before following the doctor to your room.

spencer walked inside and saw you lying there, lifeless while barely alive. and it was all his fault. you told him it wasn't his fault. in what you thought were your last moments, you wanted him to be at ease. while you were bleeding out from his stupidity, you still claimed your love that he never told you he returned.

and for that he would never forgive himself.

oh, what he would give to hear your laugh again. to see your smile, feel your touch, smell your hair once more. he wanted you back.

so he did the only thing he could do. he sat by your side and grabbed your hand for the millionth time and held it to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth.

"hi, y/n," he started off, deciding to give this whole 'encouragement' thing a try. "there are a lot of studies on whether or not someone can hear whilst their in a coma, but i'm going to try it anyway," he tool a deep breath.

"you're the strongest woman i know, and i meant it when i told you that earlier tonight. i know that you can get through this. i want you to know that i'll be here for you every step of the way. i promise. i-i'll take off every day until you wake up. i have to take a sabbatical anyway, so i can just ask them if i can take it early. if i can't then i'll make garcia come here every single day and i'll call her so you can hear my voice," the tears filled his eyes once again.

"i-i need you here with me, y/n. please," he begged for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"spence," jj called from the doorway. "would you mind if we all talked to her for a minute? then you can come back? i need to get back to my boys now that i know she's going to be okay," she said with a bit of guilt at the thought of her being able to go home.

home to her husband and children.

y/n has always wanted children. she'd be such an amazing wife, and an even better mother. spencer wanted the chance to witness her being a mother first hand, and maybe even being the mother to his own children.

he wanted to give her everything she's ever wanted. he wanted to stay with her until he was forced to have to leave.

truth be told, the day you walked into the bau, you changed his life forever and he didn't even know it. he thought it was just going to be another temporary fill in, until you performed so well at your job that the bau just had to hire you permanently.

you're so amazing at everything you do. everything you've ever done. you always push yourself to be and do your best, something spencer has grown to love and admire you for.

so he just hopes you have a reason to fight. a reason to fight for your life, to fight for him. he hopes that you have hope.

"yea, of course," he pressed his lips to your knuckles one more time before leaving the room, hugging jj on the way out.

garcia was right outside the door, waiting for spencer to come out so she could give him a hug. she wrapped her arms around his torso as his went around her shoulders.

"she's strong, spencer. she'll get through this," garcia tried to comfort him.

"you should've heard her. she-she sounded like she was ready to give up hen she was lying there, bleeding out on the ground," spencer pulled back to look at garcia. "i can't lose her. n-not now."

"you won't lose her," she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder before he nodded to her and walked back into the waiting room, being met by emily's own embrace.

"i'm not gonna tell you how strong she is, because i think we all know that by now. but you can talk to me, reid. that's what you have to know. you can talk to any of us," she consoled before pulling back, her hands still gripping his shoulders tightly.

"sh-she told me she was in love with me," he said out loud for the first time.

"what?" emily's eyes widened at the realization before she pulled his hand to go into an empty room. "explain, please?"

"she told me she was in love with me," he repeated. "and i froze," he sighed.

"you froze? what do you mean? i thought you loved her too?" she pondered, a confused look clouding her face.

"how'd you know that? and yea, i do love her. i love her so much it hurts," he looked down at his feet. "i didn't say it back because i couldn't believe it was happening. i-i mean have you seen her? she's the definition of perfect and she said she loves me."

"oh, spencer," she said before giving him another hug, allowing him to break down in her arms.

"she walked out after that," he grimaced. "when i started walking back to my place that's when i heard the gunshot and called the ambulance. then i noticed it was her and i broke. it's my fault she was out there. if i would've told her how i felt she would've been in my arms and safe. instead, she's in a coma because i was too confused to say anything," he vented.

"it's not your fault, reid. you have to know that," she said before pulling back. "it's the guy who shot her's fault. not yours. you didn't pull the trigger."

"i might as well have. she doesn't know how i'm in love with her," spencer whined, feeling more hopeless than he did when he was kidnapped and drugged.

because at least then, he knew the team would be coming for him.

but he didn't know if you ever wanted to come back.

when you were lying there, dying, it was like you were saying goodbye as he held you in his lap. his hands, pants, and even shirt were covered in your blood.

he hadn't even noticed. he didn't care to notice. you were the only thing on his mind. everyone else knew he wouldn't leave without knowing your condition, so they didn't bother telling him to go clean up. emily noticed him eyeing his own appearance.

"go change. i'll call you if we have any updates. relax, please. she's not going to leave you," emily said before shooing him away to clean up.

spencer went to his place to change quickly and take a shower after morgan gave him his hoodie to wear on the drive there. meanwhile, emily walked out into the waiting room and took notice of morgan in his own worry.

"she'll fight. we know she will," emily confirmed as she walked to sit beside him.

"i know she will, but i'm also worried about the kid," morgan moved his head out of his hands as he looked at emily. "he told me how he was in love with her. and i'm willing to bet this has something to do with that. he's been through so much, he doesn't deserve to lose another person in his life."

"i know, you're right. he doesn't deserve this, nobody does, but he especially doesn't deserve this," emily said as she put her hand over his back, rubbing it soothingly.

"i'm gonna see if i can have my turn talking to y/n," he stood up and walked to your room, taking notice of jj still inside and penelope waiting patiently.

he wrapped his arms around garcia and let her cry as jj finished up inside before exiting and saying her goodbyes to everyone, allowing penelope to have her turn to talk with you.

showering helped spencer more than he thought it would. being covered in your blood was more frightening than he thought, so seeing his own skin on his hands was much easier for him.

he drove himself back to the hospital, wanting to avoid more prying eyes of cab drivers taking notice of his obvious grief and panic.

when he walked inside, hotch was inside your room with rossi, despite the 'one-person-at-a-time' rule. he knocked on the outside of the doorframe, alerting the two of his presence.

"kid. hey," rossi came up to greet him, giving him a quick hug before hotch did the same.

"reid, we know how close you two are, so just know that she's probably fighting to get back to you, the rest of us too, but especially you," hotch declared with a pity grin.

"i hope you're right," he glanced back in the room to look at you. "i really hope you're right."

spencer walked back into your room after the two older men left. he scooted the chair closer to your bed and held your hand. he crossed his arms on top of your bed, your hand still in his, and laid his head down on his arms.

he waited.

and waited.

there was no progress.

he wanted you to come back to him. he wanted to feel your touch again and hear your laugh. he wanted to tell you how he felt. he just wanted you.

he was able to work at home on the few cases they received, and took his paperwork to your hospital room when he wasn't able to finish it as quickly as normal.

as the weeks went by, his hope began to dwindle, but his determination only grew. he was determined to be able to tell you how much he loved you while you were awake, so he refrained from spilling his guts while you were still unconscious.

he would read you books. your favorite books. the books you would ask him to read to you when you were feeling sad and wanted to hear his voice to calm you down.

he played your favorite songs. the songs you and him listened to on the way to work or to museums he would beg you to go to with him.

he even played chess with you. granted, he was more so playing himself acting as you. he would try to play whatever moves he felt you would play against him.

he cried with you. he cried for you to come back to him. he cried that you never stop fighting. he cried that he would get at least one more time to talk to you.

but one day the doctors noticed that you were able to breath on your own. they were able to take the tube out of your mouth and throat and nose. that was his hope. your strength was his hope.

he sped to the hospital that day, wanting to see you as soon as he could. it had been three weeks since the shooting, and he desperately needed the sight of your chest moving up and down voluntarily, a sign of your own breath breathing life into your body.

emily just nodded her head at him to go when he stormed into her office, she had received the same call seconds earlier.

when he came into your room, he as already in tears at the new progress. he brushed your hair out of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"keep fighting, y/n/n. you're so close to coming back to me, to us, to the team. please keep going," he begged as he sat down by your side. "i got the call about you being able to breath on your own, and i ran into emily's office. she didn't even need to say anything, she knew it was you," he smiled momentarily.

"i can't wait to be able to hug you again, and feel your warmth again. i uhm, i never told you this, but we've kissed," he smiled at the memory. "it was that night you were drunk and told me about your parents. you had kissed me after i told you how beautiful and amazing you were, and how wrong your parents were. i kissed you back, too," he gently bit his lip at the confession. "i-i didn't tell you because... i shouldn't have kissed you back. god, i've always wanted to kiss you, but not when you were drunk and vulnerable. i felt like i took advantage of you, and i hated that i did that to you. so, i never told you," he frowned at the hidden secret.

"but please, please, please come back to me. please let me kiss you for real this time. let me tell you how i feel, and hold you forever and ever. please just don't leave me. i won't be able to take that, y/n. i know how selfish that is, but i can't live without you. these past few weeks without hearing your voice has been hell," he frowned.

he had called your phone every day since the shooting just to hear your voice on the voicemail. those 29 words have been one of the things he's loved listening to when he woke up. he'd never admit it, but you'd realize it once you checked your phone.

another thing he loved doing was look through his videos of you. in one particular video, maybe even his favorite, you had taken his phone and began recording him on it.

you knew he hated his own appearance, although you'd never understand why, so you secretly took his phone and began recording him.

"hey spence! can you come here?" you called as you were in the living room, waiting for him to bring you your chicken tandoori.

"yup! i'm coming!" he came racing out with the two boxes of takeout, giving you one as he sat on the couch. he didn't even notice the phone with how you placed it in your hands.

"thanks handsome," you teased, although you meant every word you said. his face automatically blushed at the compliment, but he rolled his eyes nonetheless.

"oh, shut it," he said before stuffing a piece of chicken in his mouth. you giggled at his reaction, his favorite sound in the world.

"never. i don't know why you think you aren't attractive. you're so beautiful, spence, i'm surprised you don't already have a special someone," you nudged him with your elbow, the phone now being rested against your thigh to get a perfect view of him. you could see the smile he tried to hide by biting his lip gently.

"but i guess that does mean i get to spend more time with you, so i won't object," you laughed out before finally taking a bite of the food.

spencer noticed the phone on your thigh after you took a bite, his eyes widening at what he realized you were doing.

"y/n! why were you recording me?!" he exclaimed, trying to grab the phone and succeeding. he turned the camera on to you as you began laughing loudly at his reaction. "what do you have to say for yourself, ma'am?" he questioned.

your smile was brighter than ever, your face red from all the laughing. you were wearing one of spencer's sweaters, your favorite one. you had taken a couple because 'they're cozier' than yours. you put your hands up in surrender.

"i guess you caught me, hot stuff," you laughed before he placed the phone down and began his tickle attack on you. "ahhh! spencerrrr! please!" you laughed out. "i surrender!" tears of laughter were streaming down your face.

"fine. i think you've paid your penance," he joked before grabbing the phone and turning the camera on only you once again, you blushing from the action. "y'know you're really beautiful, right?" you smiled widely at his confession, sensing the sincerity in his voice.

"thank you, spencer. so are you, truly beautiful," you smiled even wider before he finally turned the camera off.

he remembers that day like it was yesterday. he'd like to claim it was because of his eidetic memory, but it was also because of you.

you had gotten the weekend off and decided to spend it together, once again. you had stayed the night with him all weekend, you insisted on sleeping on the couch to which he objected, forcing you to take the bed with him.

you had woken up cuddled in each others arms, facing each other like you had been hugging the whole night. spencer felt the most content he had ever felt in that moment, never wanting to let you go or wake you, so he waited for you to wake up.

that was the best weekend he's had in a while. you two acted as if you were in a relationship, domestic. it was delightful.

there was another picture the two of you had taken after a rather successful case.

all the missing children were found safe, a rare occurrence, so you had gone out to a bar to celebrate. it was mostly emily, morgan, and garcia's doing, so you had all eventually agreed once you figured out they wouldn't back down.

you had known how spencer was at bars, he was sometimes rather uncomfortable with all of the people. it made him anxious and a bit intimidated. so after you had all met up at the bar and you noticed how nervous he was, you intertwined your arms and took his hand in yours.

"my mom used to do this thing when i was anxious or nervous to calm me down," you whispered, wrapping your other arm around his one as you squeezed his hand three times. "it's supposed to be our way of assuring the other. a way of saying i'm here," you explained before he squeezed four times in return, your brows furrowed. "what does that mean?"

"i-it could mean i'm glad you're here," he grinned as he noticed the smile that erupted on your face from his kind words.

and you didn't let go all night.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me," spencer wailed. he felt your hand squeezing his as he held it, making his encouragement the entire reason you came back to him.

"spence, you're making a mess," you giggled, wiping the corner of his lip free of the chocolate you two were eating, still in that heavenly place.

"i'm sorry! it just tastes really good," he smiled back as he watched you lick the chocolate from your thumb.

"mm, you're right. it does taste really good," you nodded your head. "so i'm taking all of them!" you grabbed the box full of chocolate and began running. looking back to see spencer chasing after you, you bursted into a fit of laughter.

the tall grass tickled your legs slightly, the breeze lifting your dress a tiny bit as you continued to jog ahead of him, teasing him with your laughter. he finally caught up with you, taking you down with him as you both giggled.

“you got me, dork,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly.

“of course i do! did you expect anything less?” he said arrogantly, you rolled your eyes.

“never from you, doctor,” you teased as he pulled you in closer to him, you nuzzled your face into his neck as he admired the view around him. suddenly he stood up, the chocolate box in hand, and began running.

“you little tease!” you shouted before getting up to chase him as he did you previously. “spencer reid, you’re so gonna get it!” you laughed out

"don’t leave me," he turned around to face you and called out, suddenly you felt a pang in your stomach where you had been stabbed.

you made eye contact with him, a look of shock and horror on your face as you tried to figure out what was wrong before you collapsed to the ground.

"sp-spencer? what's happening?" you asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"it's been two weeks y/n, i-i miss you." he began. "i know you're right here with me, but i miss your voice. and your laugh-"

"spencer i'm right here. i was just laughing with you," you tried to interrupt his monologue.

"and i miss the way your hair would crowd my face as we slept and how it would make me wake up. i miss hugging you and-"

"spencer please, i'm here," you cried, squeezing his hand as hard as you could to signify your presence.

"please come back to me, i know you can. you're so strong, please just come back to me."

"y/n! can you hear me?!" he exclaimed, you squeezed his hand once more, a little tighter than the last time. "oh my god! oh thank you so much, y/n," he cried as he kissed your knuckles once more, your fingers twitching in the process.

"doctor. we need the doctor!" he said as he pressed the nurse's button. "she's squeezing my hand. her fingers started twitching!" he said excitedly as the nurse entered, exiting to get the doctor.

you squeezed his hands three times, him returning with four times. you understood what he meant. his eyes were trained on your face and he saw as your lips twitched upwards in a smile.

the doctor came in to perform a few tests and forced him to release your hand. he asked you to squeeze his hand once more, you followed suit. the doctor noticed your nose twitching and neck beginning to turn.

"she's gaining control over her body again. this was predicted once we found out she could breath on her own, we just didn't think it'd happen this quickly. a recovery this soon after removing the tube is almost unprecedented," he said in awe of your strength.

"she's the strongest person i know. it's no surprise that she's recovering this fast," spencer said as he took hold of your hand again.

"indeed. she should regain full control over herself within a few hours or by overnight at this point. go easy on her, she's still recovering from being shot. i also need to observe the bullet hole on her stomach, but you could stay for that if you'd like." spencer nodded as the doctor raised the hospital gown.

there was deep bruising around the bullet hole and a scab over top. your stomach looked smaller than it had the last time he'd seen it, a result from you having to be fed through a tube. you were unbelievably pale, no surprise there either because of the lack of sunlight.

"it's healing nicely, the scab looks healthy and the bruising is getting better. she's a fighter, this one," he smiled at spencer.

"you have absolutely no idea," he said, not breaking his eyes from your beautiful face.

the doctor left swiftly after charting her vitals and giving her a shot of her vitamins. spencer sat back down in the chair and held your hand once again, waiting for you to fully wake up so you could once again be in each others' arms.

later that day, at around 11:50, your entire body began shifting. spencer sat up straight away, trying to held you in any way possible.

"that's it, y/n! come on, you can do it, y/n/n," he cheered you on, smiling so hard he felt his eyes prick with tears. you turned onto your side, towards spencer, and your eyes had began to twitch open.

"sp-spencer?" you questioned once your eyes were fully open.

"yea, yes. it's me. i'm here. i'm right here," he wrapped his arms around you, adjusting his grip after you grimaced from his tight hold. "i'm never leaving. i'm never letting you leave again," he ranted out, placing a hand on the back of your head as you wrapped the arm that didn't have an iv around his body, pushing your head to nuzzle into his neck.

"i'm so sorry. i never should've left you there," you cried into his arms.

"it's okay, y/n. it's not your fault at all," he soothed as his hand started stroking your hair gently. "i'm so glad you came back to me. thank you so much," he sighed as he gently placed a kiss on your head."

"you really think i would go that easily? i thought you knew me better than that, dumbo," you laughed out.

"i'm glad to see you still have that sense of humor in you," spencer scoffed, followed by a bright smile.

"oh that's not going anwhere, spencer. and neither am i."

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beomcoups · 3 years

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Summary: You are on a picnic date with Jimin as its your last day with him before he resumes his idol activities.

1:11 pm

The sun shines through the ivory clouds, the slight wind in the air carrying cherry blossoms, and you are laying on a blanket with Jimin in the middle of a field. The weather is warm enough for you two to go on a picnic date before he has to resume his idol activities. His apricot-colored hair stands out, with his smooth skin flushed with red cheeks full of laughter from telling you a story about Namjoon falling holding a box of donuts. Today is the Bubble festival, and everyone around you has a bubble wand in their hands, freely blowing bubbles in the air.

“Ah, today is a nice day!” Jimin exclaims, sitting up and stretching out. “It’s been so long since we have been able to do this.”

“I know,” you agree, staring at the clouds. “I wish you didn’t have to leave me so soon.”

“Me neither,” Jimin sighs, laying back on the blanket with you.

You lock eyes with him, and he leans in giving you a small soft kiss. You rest your hands on his face, rubbing your thumb slightly across his cheeks, focused intently on his lips, wanting more of the euphoric feeling he is giving you. He is like the sun after the rain, and all the colors of the rainbow in the sky. He is your constant in the middle of this chaos, and the candlelight that shines through the dark. You love him deeply, but you haven’t told him yet. You are biding your time until it’s right.

You break your kiss with him and sit up, grabbing strawberries out of your basket, and putting a few on your napkin. You put one in his mouth, and playfully shove the whole thing in it, giggling away as strawberry juices escape from the corner of his mouth. An elderly man with a cart full of bubble potion appears near you and Jimin hops up, running to the man, and buying two of them.

“Come on, Y/N; let’s blow some bubbles.”

He hands you one, and he blows a few bubbles, walking up the hill in the field, and flashing you a smile. You follow him, blowing more bubbles with him as you go, and then you find yourselves chasing after each other, blowing bubbles at each other until you both run out of potion. Finally, running out of breath, you sit down on the blanket, grabbing a bottle of banana milk, and jugging it down with you. He fumbles through his bag, and takes out a rectangular box engraved with your name on it.

“I know it’s going to be a while before we see each other again,” Jimin starts, holding the box firmly in his hand. “I want to give this to you. Something to remember me by before I leave.”

He opens the box, and a rose gold necklace is laid securely with a locket attached. You carefully take the necklace out of the box and open the locket; your heart flutters as you look at a picture of you that he took on your first date.

“Let me put it on you,” Jimin suggests, already getting behind me.

You nod, lifting your hair up so Jimin can put on the necklace. He then adjusts it so the locket fits perfectly in the middle of your chest.

“I love you, Y/N,” he confesses, grabbing hold of your hand.

“I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you at the coffee shop. I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you. When I see you, you make my heart flutter in ways I didn’t think were possible. You help me be more open, and you make me feel more alive than I have ever been. I love you. Tell me you love me, please.”

You lean in and kiss him hard, accidentally knocking him back down on the blanket. You are now cradling over him, chuckling slightly at his shocked expression.

“I love you too, Jimin. Does that seem like a satisfactory answer?”

“I don’t know. I think I need another kiss to know for sure,” he quips, lifting his head and kissing you again.

“Mmm,” you tease him, planting another kiss. “I think I can manage that.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years

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A Wolf in the Castle

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x fem!Reader

Words: 4110

Summary: You arrive at Blackwood Manor to find an unexpected visitor disrupting the sensitive ecosystem of the small family.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering unprotected vaginal sex), very minor violence (brief mention of blood), mention of committing crimes, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I’ve been binging a bunch of Seb Stan movies over the past few days as I finish my week off, and Charles Blackwood kind of struck me. I really enjoyed this fic and hope you do too!

Will reblog later with tags (join my taglist here!)

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Alright, what the hell? You thought to yourself as you pulled up to Blackwood manor.

There was a strange red convertible in the driveway. Constance and Merricat never had visitors aside from the Clarkes and you. You frowned to yourself as you climbed out of your sedan, picking up the books and flowers from the passenger seat as you went to knock on the front door.

Constance greeted you with one of her beaming smiles that always managed to break your heart a bit.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you! I know Merricat has been looking forward to you coming to visit. You’ll have to excuse us, our cousin Charles has come to stay with us unexpectedly, so we didn’t have enough time to prepare a room for you.”

“Constance, you don’t need to apologize!” You chided as you followed her into the receiving room. “You’re certain this visit won’t be a strain, now that you have another houseguest?”

“Oh, nonsense! Merricat would never forgive me if I sent you away! I see you brought her some new books. And are those lilies?”

“Lilies, cherry blossoms, and lilacs. I remembered they’re your favorites!” You gave her a warm smile as you handed her the bouquet and set the books on one of the end tables.

“Thank you so much! Oh! Y/N, this is our cousin, Charles Blackwood! Charles, this is Merricat’s tutor, and our very good friend, Y/N.”

You extended your hand to the man who had just entered the receiving room and he pressed his lips to your knuckles with a charming smile. His blue eyes took you in as he leaned back against the rear of the couch. You were a stark contrast to Constance’s proper and domestic appearance. You were wearing a pair of tight white capris and a gingham blouse that you had tied in a knot just above the waistline of your pants.

You gave him an appraising look of your own. He was relaxed in a cream linen suit. His soft chestnut waves slicked back from his face as he gave you a smirk. He had an air of easy allure about him that made you uneasy.

You didn’t trust him a bit.

“So nice to meet you, Charles.” You murmured as he stared at you.

“Y/N!” Merricat came tearing into the receiving room and leapt on you, wrapping her arms around you in a desperate embrace and making you laugh. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“Mary, you’re being incredibly inappropriate.” Charles was no longer smiling as he watched your young student chatter at you giddily, her hands and knees smudged with dirt from the garden.

“Please, it’s fine.” You grinned at him as Merricat shot him a poisonous glare over her shoulder. “I’ve brought you some new books Merricat, ‘Transcendental Magic’ and several encyclopedias of poisonous plants of the United States and Canada.”

“Oh, thank you!” Merricat ran her fingers over the book covers lovingly when you handed them to her. “Will you join me in the woods to look for some of these?”

“Dear girl, I would love to. But first I need to bring in my suitcases and unpack.” Constance was still beaming between the two of you as her sister opened the book on magic and started to read. Charles looked incredibly disapproving though, and that made you smile for some reason. “I think it’s a little too late for us to venture out tonight anyways, so why don’t you help me bring in the rest of my things, and tomorrow we can make a whole day of it! We’ll bring a picnic and everything!”

Merricat grinned at you before she ran off to put away her new treasures, taking the steps two at a time.

“You shouldn’t encourage the girl.” Charles mumbled under his breath, scowling at you.

“I think it’s lovely how Merricat light’s up whenever Y/N is here.” Constance started to say, but her words died off and her smile took on a certain strain as Charles turned his disapproving gaze to her.

“Exactly what harm is she doing?” You asked, turning to the man with a tired expression. “The girl is exceptionally bright, and I refuse to stifle her. She could be turning that energy into something far more destructive if she isn’t given a proper outlet.” You murmured, shooting a knowing glance at Constance.

“Very well.” He grumbled. “Just make sure she’s washed up for dinner. Constance has made us a lovely meal, I won’t have the girl spoiling it.”

You considered questioning Constance about her cousin once he left to work his way up to his room, but she just gave you another smile and turned to head to the kitchen and finish her preparations. Merricat came bursting through the front door then, looking slightly comical as she tried to maneuver your two cases at once. You hurried to assist her and the two of you headed up to the guest room.

Once you reached the guest room, the two of you set to unpacking your things.

“When did your cousin arrive, Merricat?” You asked as you hung up some of your dresses and she arranged your makeup and perfumes on the vanity.

You saw her shoulders tense when you mentioned Charles. Jonas had followed the two of you and was winding his way through Merricat’s legs. She picked him up and held him close to her chest.

“He came here unbidden and is most unwelcome.” She whispered harshly as she avoided making eye contact with you. “I believe he is making Uncle Julian sicker, and he intends to take Constance from me.”

You stood up to embrace the girl, hoping to soothe her. You smoothed your hands over her hair as she buried her face in your chest.

“Dear girl. Are you sure about these things?” She was incredibly overprotective of her remaining family members, but you couldn’t deny the man made you uncomfortable too.

She just nodded into your shoulder.

“Well, we’ll just have to do our best to make sure he leaves then, won’t we?” You tipped her chin up to face you and she gave a small smile of relief. “Now, I’m going to take a bath before dinner, you should get cleaned up as well. We don’t want to arouse any suspicions.”

She gave you a serious nod and scurried off to her room as you went to run yourself a bath. You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously as you began to undress, considering the best way to go forward.

You joined the family downstairs an hour later, and again felt Charles’ eyes lock onto you. He was considering the differences between you and Constance, once more. Constance had changed into a lovely pale blue chiffon dress for the meal, while you had again chosen an outfit that could well be considered scandalous; a long-sleeved black satin cape-cod sheath that hugged you tightly. He was leering at you over his glass of wine as you entered the dining room.

You heard Merricat hiss when she pushed her Uncle Julian into the room, and deduced that her cousin was wearing one of her father’s suits. He had also placed himself at the head of the table. You gave a heavy sigh as you took your seat across from Constance, in between Charles and Julian. You gave the girls’ uncle a smile and polite greeting as Constance poured you a glass of wine.

“This looks wonderful as always, Constance.” You tipped your glass to her and gave her a small smile of appreciation before raising it to your lips. The poor woman was doing her best to ignore the excessive tension in the room, beaming at everyone seated around the table.

“I’m so glad you like it, Y/N. I made sure to make you some green beans amandine, I remembered that it’s your favorite.”

“It is, it’s so sweet that you remembered.” You praised her, sending her into a fit of tittering. “So, Julian, how are the memoirs coming?”

You smirked into your drink as the man started going on about the night of the murders. You could sense Charles tense up once he started talking and turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of the muscles in his jaw tense up as he took a swig of wine.

“That’s enough.” He seethed, slamming his glass back down on the table and taking a deep breath to recenter himself. His smile had a certain strain to it when he lifted his head again. “Let’s talk about happier things.”

“Oh, of course.” You murmured. “Merricat, how are your studies going?”

You saw his knuckles grow white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Oh, I’ve learned six new spells since I last saw you, the first…”

“No.” He looked at you frustratedly as you threw a wink to Merricat, making her giggle. “How about we just, enjoy our meal, hmm?”

You shrugged at him and took another sip of wine before tucking into your dinner. Constance was such a wonderful cook, it was easy to lose yourself in the food. Everyone had a clean plate before long, and you stood to help Constance and Merricat clear the table.

“No, Y/N, you’re our guest, I don’t want you doing any work during your visit with us. It wouldn’t feel right.” Constance scolded you. “Please go join Charles and Julian in the lounge for some after-dinner drinks, oh, and maybe some dancing later, wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“That does sound lovely.” You turned to walk to the lounge but when you arrived, only Charles was there, pouring himself a glass of sherry. “Where’s Julian?”

“Julian decided to turn in for the night.” He told you as he focused on pouring his drink. “Did you want a sherry?”

“Yes, please.” He handed you a small glass and you took a sip, giving a hum of appreciation when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Constance is such a wonderful cook, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, Connie’s great.” He chuckled, turning to face you. You felt your hackles rising as he leered at you, his eyes roaming over your body with no reservations as he gave you a wolfish grin. “So what’s your story sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but Constance chose that moment to enter the study, and he put up his charming façade again.

“My goodness, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She said, grinning at the two of you. “Will you think any less of me if I retire early? I feel like such a bad hostess.”

“Constance, please.” You gave her a soft look of reproach. “You need to take care of yourself, darling. Please rest, I’m sure Charles and I can find some way to entertain ourselves.”

“Yeah, go to bed, Connie.” Charles gave her a grin as he moved to refill his drink.

You shifted yourself as Constance turned to go, moving towards the desk slowly as you listened to her footsteps going up the stairs. You shifted a letter opener under your palm as you leaned back, waiting to hear the click of Constance’s bedroom door before you started talking again. You heard the click and turned to face Charles, tossing back all of your drink as a look of malice came over your face.

“Alright asshole, what’s your fucking game?” You seethed at Blackwood, sneering at the look of surprise that came over his face.

“Excuse me?” His accent slipped as he tried to recover, and you knew you had him.

“You come in here, zero prep, and manage to raise the hackles of these morons in what, a week?” You were furious, this man must be some kind of special idiot. “I’ve been working these fools for 2 years, asshole, I swear to god, if you ruin this for me…”

“Listen, bitch, I didn’t realize someone was already latched onto this teat.” You could tell he was pissed now, too, but you didn’t care. “But maybe, the fact that you haven’t gotten anywhere in 2 years means this just isn’t for you. I’ll do you a favor and cut you in for 10 percent once I get access to the safe.”

“The safe?” You covered your mouth so that your laughter wouldn’t carry. “You idiot. No wonder that stupid fucking kid is so worked up. You’re working a short-con on them? This is not going to go your way.” You were shaking with mirth.

He growled and slammed his glass on the bar cart, jostling the bottles dangerously. He was snarling as he closed the distance between you and wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing himself into you so hard the desk rattled. You brought up the letter opener and pressed it against his neck in warning, making him hiss.

The two of you stilled when you heard footsteps above you. You just stared at each other, panting heavily as you waited. The footsteps stopped suddenly, and you sighed in relief as you heard the creak of Constance finally climbing into bed.

“Listen dumbass,” You whispered at him, digging the blade into his neck to accentuate your point. “This is my score. I actually did my research, I ingrained myself to that brat, I fucked the damn simpleton, you think you can just waltz in here with that shit-eating grin and take it all away from me, you are very mistaken.”

He snorted at you, “Jesus, why would you fuck Julian?” he had slotted one of his knees between your thighs and started to edge up the hem of your skirt as he moved even closer to you.

“What?” You were doing your best to ignore the way your body was reacting to being in such close proximity to him. “No, the other simpleton, Connie. What, you haven’t?”

The look of surprise on his face was satisfying and annoying at the same time. You rolled your eyes as he released your throat and gave you an appreciative look.

“Well, fuck, sweetheart. You’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah, right.” You were tired of this. “Alright. We’re both to far into this now for either one to back out without arousing any suspicion. So, we’ll split it.” You pressed the letter opener into his neck when he scoffed at you. “Or, I could just cut your throat now, tell those two gals you assaulted me, and keep it all to myself. Which would you prefer?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Fine.” He spat at you. You had the upper hand for now, but he could find a way to get rid of you eventually, he was sure. His face split in a grin suddenly. “Y’know, we should consummate our little agreement in some way. Make it official.” He moved his hands behind you and pressed you into him roughly, making you gasp when you felt him grind his erection into your hip. “I can make you feel better than that stupid bitch did.” He moved a hand up the inside of your thigh until he was cupping your heat through your panties, groaning when he found you soaked.

You bit your lip as he ran his fingers over the sopping fabric of your panties, teasing them against your throbbing clit. You kept the blade against his throat as you rocked into his hand, begging for more friction.

“You wanna consummate it?” You gave him a wicked grin as you slowly withdrew the letter opener, tutting softly as a thin line of blood rose from his skin when it left. “Get on your knees.”

He pouted at you, that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. You shook your head and brought the blade back up to his neck swiftly, with a click of your tongue.

“Look at that, already not holding up your end.” You scolded as he eyed you warily.

He just grumbled at you as he sank to his knees, digging his fingers into your thighs and drawing them apart slowly. He hooked his fingers underneath the sides of your panties and drew them slowly down your legs. You withdrew the blade from his neck and set it aside as he latched his palms under your hips and pulled you to the end of the desk, running his freshly shaven cheek over the smooth skin of your inner thigh and inhaling your scent.

You broke eye contact when you felt him breathe against your entrance, thrusting your hips forward to drive yourself into his mouth as his tongue flicked out to taste you. He dragged it over your slit in a heavy stripe that had you panting with need. You ran your fingers through Charles’ hair and gripped tightly, drawing him closer to you as he moaned against your core.

“Fuck.” You murmured as you fell back on your elbow, screwing your eyes shut as he thrust his tongue into you, curling it inside your canal. “Charles.”

His fingers were gripping your thighs so hard above your stockings you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. His lips brushed softly against your folds as his tongue lapped up the evidence of your arousal greedily, making you moan.

You felt him release one thigh and bring his fingers to stroke over your slit as he disconnected his mouth to give you a wicked grin. “You need to be quiet, doll. All we need is you blowing the whole thing when I make you cum.” He plunged two fingers into you and curled them in a beckoning motion and you collapsed against the desk with a thud, writhing into his hand and whining softly.

You shoved your fist into your mouth and bit down on your knuckles when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently, making your back arch off the desk. He chuckled as he felt you clench around his fingers and he increased the pressure on your tiny bud, sucking even harder as your body rolled underneath him.

“That’s right sweetheart, cum for me.” He curled his fingers one more time as he latched onto you and that was that. You sobbed into your hand as your spine curled, every muscle in your body going rigid for just a beat before you were trembling in bliss, your release gushing over Charles’ chin as he kept fucking his fingers into you while you rode it out.

“God, darling, that was something.” He grinned down at you as he rose to stand between your legs, watching you shiver as aftershocks wracked your body. You looked sinful with your skirt bunched around your waist and your cunt on full display. One of your stockings had come loose from your garter belt and was starting to slide down your thigh. “If we’re gonna have an even partnership though, I think you owe me something.”

He bent over you and pressed his mouth to yours possessively, shoving his tongue between your swollen lips and probing the warm cavern of your mouth as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck. His other hand started traveling underneath your back, searching for the buttons to undo your dress.

“Alright, fuck this.” He withdrew his hand from beneath you and started fumbling it around the desk searching for something. You gasped into his mouth when you felt the cool silver of the letter opener press against your chest, but he just drew in down in a quick slash, tearing open your dress and the thin lace of your bra until your breasts were exposed.

Charles watched the rise and fall of your chest hungrily as he rose above you, wrenching his tie and jacket off before starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. You reached down to undo his belt and whipped it off through the loops before working on the buttons of his pants. He stepped back when you had finished your work to slip out of his shoes before sliding his slacks down his legs and tossing his shirt aside.

He started tracing his fingers over your thighs lightly as he stepped closer, nudging his tip against your pussy and making you whine. Charles just chuckled as he teased you, one of his thumbs rubbing right next to your slit before withdrawing it again.

“Maybe we should renegotiate, doll.” He pressed the head of his cock into you slowly before dragging it out again. “I bet you’d give me anything right now just to get me to fuck this sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck you, Blackwood.” You hissed at him before it devolved into a moan as he brought up a hand to palm at your breast and you felt the sensation echo in your core as you clenched around nothing.

He lined himself up and clapped his palm over your mouth before spearing into you violently. You screamed into his hand and felt tears leak down your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through you and your shuddered as he began to fuck into you like a madman.

“God, this pussy is so tight, doll. So fucking warm and ready for me.” He kept his hand over your mouth as he bent to trace a bead of sweat that was trailing through the valley of your breasts with his tongue, moaning at the salty taste of you before mouthing softly over the slope of one breast to lave his tongue over your nipple. He laughed against your skin as he felt you clamp around him, your hips thrusting to match his as you neared another release. “You gonna be quiet if I move my hand, darling?” You nodded and sucked in a ragged breath when he removed his hand.

His hand moved underneath your hips and tilted you just slightly as he buried his face in your neck, sucking softly at the hollow behind your ear. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back when he brought his hand between the two of you to rub his fingers against your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” You whispered, tossing your head back and arching into Charles as you felt a warm coil tightening in your stomach.

“Be quiet about it.” He hissed at you, pressing his cheek to yours as he continued rutting into you.

You dipped your head and sank your teeth into his shoulder as your pleasure took hold of you and you heard him swallow a shout as you fluttered around him, your legs holding him to you tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled in your ear, bringing up one hand to brace himself against the desk and stare into your eyes. “God, I’m close, darling. You got one more for me?”

You smirked and shoved him off you roughly, making him stumble back and land heavily on the settee. You crawled into his lap and sank onto him with a hiss, grinding into him slowly before you started fucking yourself on his cock.

Charles leaned back and gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you impaled yourself on his length over and over. You picked up the pace and he groaned as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips. You braced a hand on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed and you bit at your bruised lips. One more drive of his hips had you collapsing on top of him, your pussy strangling his cock as he fucked you through it. Your body rolled against him as he turned your head to kiss you deeply.

You felt his hips stutter and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as his seed shot into you, thick hot ropes of his spend filling you up and leaking out around his cock as he groaned into your mouth.

The two of you laid there for a bit, panting as you waited for your breathing to regulate. You were the first to move, standing over him and trying to think of some way to cover yourself long enough to make it to your room, eventually deciding to just pull the ruins of your dress over your shoulders and hope for the best. You smirked down at Charles as he started to sit up, his cock coated in a mix of your releases and his skin flushed. His perfectly coifed hair was now falling into his eyes in sweat-soaked curls as he gazed up at you through his thick lashes.

“I think this is the start of a pretty great partnership, darling.” You teased him over your shoulder as you headed back up to your room, leaving him to clean up the lounge on his own.

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A/N: Surprise!! Our reader is a bad, bad girl! We’ll see what sort of other trouble she and Charles get up to!

#natalie writes #fanfic #fanfiction #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #seb stan #we have always lived in the castle #twist ending #smut #seb stan smut #eighteen plus

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karasuno-volley · 4 years

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HAIKYUU THIRD YEARS + SAYING I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

( ft. aoba johsai + karasuno )

plot: how the third years say i love you for the first time.

pairing: seijoh / karasuno third years + gn!reader (slight fem!reader implied for asahi + oikawa)

a/n: fair warning, i did google personalities for makki/mattsun so i can get a sense of how they act. :) shoutout to haikyuu wiki. liking/reblogging welcome, no reposting though! also, hmu if you want to be put on a taglist !! love, volley.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE ?

Oikawa Tooru would never admit it, but he is helplessly in love with you. He isn’t sure why, but this feeling comes in waves. One day it is subtle and stirring in the back of his mind, the others, when your lips collide and your breath is hot on his neck, it’s a tsunami. Now, with your head in his lap, the movie you had chosen plays idly in the background. Neither of you are paying attention-- you’re distracted by his long fingers from one of his hands in both of your own, and Oikawa’s distracted as his free hand runs through your hair. It is a soft moment; Oikawa feels like he’s drowning, but in a way that resembles falling asleep. He knows he has to say it now, to say it first. If he has to find similarities here, perhaps it’s breaking the surface to see the sun above. Perhaps it’s the first breath he’s ever taken, and exhaled with a soft-- “I love you.” You hear him, of course. It’s quiet and lovely and wraps your heart in velvet. You find his eyes, kiss the pads of his fingers to your lips. What is there to say? “I love you, too.” Just like that, Oikawa is drowning in you.

He does not mince words, you know this. Iwaizumi was calm and supportive, even when you decide to get ice cream in the dead of winter. He doesn’t order anything with you, but insists on paying for you. As the pair of you walk idly through a nearby park, he can feel his senses adjusting to you, for the first time in forever. It’s not like he’s never focused on you-- it’s quite the opposite. However, now, with you taking small bites of your mochi and the snow falling into your hair from the looming trees, it’s all he can do to not look at you. He’s distracted by your lips as you speak, your eyes as they convey all sorts of emotions. Iwaizumi can always read you, that’s his strength. But now, at least to you, he doesn’t seem to even be listening to your story.

You stop suddenly on the walking path, and he does, too, though obviously startled. “Are you okay?” You ask. His eyes don’t leave you. “I love you.” He says it like he’s dumbfounded, as if stumbling across an answer he’s been looking for for far too long. You only smile, picking up one of your mochi from its container and putting it between his lips. When he bites down, it’s strawberry. He can’t stop himself from thinking that it matches the taste of your lips perfectly.

It wasn’t like the pair of you were doing anything special. In fact, it was the opposite. The rain had ruined any plan you had of taking your boyfriend out for a picnic, so you were a bit down on the idea of doing nothing. However, when you walk into his house a bit later after Takahiro had offered the idea of just hanging out, you see it. A checkered blanket, a basket. A few bentos and drinks laid out. “Makki? What is this?” You ask, and you can’t stop a smile. “Uh, a picnic?” He says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Smartass.” You say, but join him anyways, happy to be doing anything other than the ordinary.

You two talk for a few hours, much longer than you had actually planned. You knew you had homework to do, but it really only felt like minutes. “Hey, I have to tell you something.” Makki doesn’t even look at you when he makes his confession, really. Only a few quick glances your way. “I love you.” You sit there for a moment, face blank. He panics, thinking he’s made a mistake. Maybe you don’t feel the same way? He’s about to backtrack horribly, but then you kiss his cheek. When he finally gets a new view of you, you’re blushing, taking another sip of water. “I love you, too.” He’s never seen anything so lovely.

You never knew how funny Mattsun could be until you started dating. Constant cut-and-dry jokes lead to light-hearted dates. It could be a walk in the park, bike rides, a trip to a convenience store: whatever the situation was, it usually led to more laughs than anything else. His teammates didn’t usually get this side of him, and you know this. It’s a savory feeling that you couldn’t get enough of. He never smiled enough, but now that you two are dating, even Oikawa admitted on more than one occasion that something had changed in him for the better.

Now, as he guides you down a cherry-blossom filled path, he’s oddly silent. “Mattsun?” You say, trying to catch up with the boy’s long strides to get a look at his face. You worry something might be wrong, until he says: “You know I love you, right?” You laugh, and then he stops, turns to you. Mattsun’s eyes are lively, bright. A new emotion. “I tell you I love you, and you laugh?” He’s incredulous, but not angry. You pause, your smile slowly morphing into something slightly more like shock. “You… You’re serious?” “Yes!” He says, throwing his hands into the air as he continues walking. You’re a half step behind him as he laughs. “God, I’ve been working up the nerve all week to tell you that!” You step in front of him, hand on his chest to force him to stop moving. You kiss his lips, smiling. “Mattsun, I love you.” You turn, high-tailing it down the sidewalk. He chases you, arms waving in the air like a madman. “Hey! That’s my line!”

“Koushi, please.” You beg, both his hands in your own. “Please? It’s been forever.” Your boyfriend only laughs. “What? We went out three days ago! Besides, we both know we have stuff to do.” “Do we?” You give him the best puppy eyes you can manage. Something in Suga’s expression alters, his eyes turning soft and melted. He sighs, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I…. uh, fine. But we’ll just get ramen or something, okay?” This changes your frown into a fast and easy smile. You kiss his cheek quickly before continuing on past your house and towards the small ramen shop on the corner before you realize Suga isn’t actually following.

His hands in his pockets, he watches you with a dumb smile on his face that hasn’t gone away quite yet. “Hello?” You say after him, turning on your heels before he finally comes back to his senses to catch up to you. “What was that? Lost in thought?” You ask, laughing. “What? No, it’s nothing. I just love you.” Before you could reply, Suga runs past you to beat you to the front doors of the small cafe. “You what?” You call after him, disbelief all over your features. “Come on! You don’t want your ramen to get cold, do you?” “Suga, it’s a restaurant! It’s not going to get cold!” You chase after him, your heart lighter than it’s ever been.

Perhaps he should have known this already, that you’d be upset. He looks at you stupidly, and you have half a mind to hit his shoulder. You don’t, but God, are you close. “Sawamura!” You whine, and Daichi seems to snap out of it. He isn’t used to you calling him anything but Daichi or any number of pet names. “C’mon, darling. Don’t be so upset. It’s just one grade.” He gently takes the exam from your hands, looking it over. In fact, he isn’t. His eyes glance towards you the whole time, watching as you pull your hair up, run your hands down your face. “What am I supposed to tell my mom? If I don’t pass this class, I…”

“Your mom will understand.” Daichi says, slowly handing the paper back to you. You take it, adding a few creases to its smooth surface. “If it makes you feel any better, I still love you.” He isn’t sure why he chooses then to say it. Maybe he wants to see the frown on your face dissipate. Maybe he just wants to hear you say it back. You look around the empty hallway, and find the pair of you alone, before you turn back to your boyfriend. “How’s that supposed to make me feel?” “Hopefully better?” Daichi asks hopefully, a dumb grin on his face.

You did not want to be sick today. That was easier said than done, however, especially with allergy season on the rise. You hadn’t told Asahi you weren’t going to school that day. In fact, the medicine you had taken early in the morning caused you to sleep through most of the day. You only wake from your sleep when there’s a knock at the door, and you rise groggily to answer. When you do, you see Asahi there, sheepishly holding a bag from Shimada Mart. “Hey, I, uh… brought you some stuff?” It wasn’t a question, but it was sure phrased like one. “Asahi, what are you doing here? How did you know?” He smiles, almost a little embarrassed. Normally he wouldn’t show without at least texting to let you know he was coming over. He’d never actually seen you in anything but casual clothes or your school uniform. Your pajama pants were covered in different dogs, a loose white t-shirt a horrible substitute to your favorite blouse.

“You didn’t answer my texts. Can I come in?” “If you want to get sick, sure.” You open the door for him, and Asahi enters, taking his shoes off at the door. He surveys the couch where you had obviously just been resting. “Go lay down.” He nods towards the living room. “I’ll go make you some tea.” You don’t have the strength to argue. When Asahi returns, two cups of tea in hand, you’re already asleep. He sets the cups down as quietly as he can manage, settling himself in by you. His hand takes your own, and you adjust for it easily, even in your sleep, the back of his hand pressed against your lips. He says it, but there’s no way you hear. Asahi doesn’t mind, though. He can always tell you again when you wake up. For now, he leans back, covers you in a blanket, and settles in for a long evening.

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july13th2004 · 2 years

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Cherry Blossom Kisses

Characters/Relationships: Kratos Aurion, Anna Irving, Kratos/Anna, Kranna

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1329

Mirror Link: AO3 | Pixiv

Summary: After attending a cherry blossom festival in Palmacosta, Kratos and Anna decide to have a picnic on the outskirts of the city.

Author’s Note: *gasps* A completely wholesome Kranna fic? From me? It’s more likely than you think! ...Anyway, I think this is the first fic I’ve written in almost two years that doesn’t have any spice in it...😅 I wrote this for Kranna Spring Fever this year combining the prompts Blossom Festival and Picnics (as part of the Spring category)! It’s not as long as I wanted it to be, and there’s really not much of a plot to it either, but I hope I did a decent job of writing it.

Also, if cute and wholesome is not your thing, well... I do have another short fic I’m going to post later that’s more in line with the most recent fics I’ve written. So look forward to that sometime later today, if that’s your thing...

“Kratos!” Anna called out as she jogged toward her husband, holding three skewers of festival street food in her hand, “You have to try this!”

“What is it?” Kratos asked, taking one of the skewers from her.

“It’s called Takoyaki! Or fried octopus balls… It’s made of batter stuffed with chopped octopus meat, then deep fried!” She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Hmm… Sounds good…” He took a bite from one of the five deep fried octopus balls on the skewer, taking a few moments to thoroughly chew before swallowing.

“Well?” She inquired, beaming with anticipation.

“The flavor is interesting… It’s really good… I like it.” Kratos replied, giving her a gentle smile, “What are the other two?”

“Oh, these? This one is called Yakitori, or grilled chicken,” Anna responded, pointing to the grilled chicken skewer in her other hand, “and this other one is called Dango, or sticky rice balls. They taste more like a dessert, somewhat sweet. This particular one is called Hanami Dango and is only available during this time of the year.”

He smiled as she went on and on about the new kinds of food she learned about from the street vendors at Palmacosta’s cherry blossom festival. She was always so passionate about food and cooking, and he always loved to listen intently to her talk about anything she was excited about.

“…I can’t wait to try making these once we find another house or cabin to stay in!” She exclaimed, breaking him out of his brief reverie.

He nodded, “Hopefully that will be soon, my dear… Now, let’s go find a tree to have our picnic under.”

“All right! Let’s go!” Anna exclaimed, taking his hand in hers as the two continued their walk along the path on the outskirts of town.

The two walked hand in hand, taking in the view of the abundance of pink and white hued blooms on the trees that lined the path they were walking on. He reluctantly let go of her hand as they headed towards a tree in a secluded area just outside of the city where they could be alone and set up their picnic.

“Did you bring the tea kettle too?” She asked as he took out a pink and white checkered blanket from his canvas covered knapsack, laying it on the grass in front of the tree. “I bought some tea at one of the vendors earlier and was hoping we could have some with our lunch.”

“Yes, my dear… I also brought a small bundle of firewood. It’s in the front pocket of my knapsack.” He answered as he smoothed out the blanket on the ground.

“Then I’ll get the tea ready!”

While Anna retrieved the tea kettle, stand, and firewood from Kratos’ bag, Kratos went to get their sandwiches and snacks from her knapsack that she placed against the tree. He watched her with a small smile on his face as she lit the firewood with some matches from his bag and placed the tea kettle on the stand over the small flame. She poured a small container of water that he had in his bag into the tea kettle and waited for the water to boil.

“There, the water should be good in about ten or fifteen minutes.” She spoke as she sat down beside him on the blanket.

“Thank you, my dear…” He wrapped his arm around her and leaned down to kiss the top of her head, “I hope you don’t mind if I brought out the teacups and saucers already.”

“No, that’s fine. Thank you, Kratos!” She glanced down at the perfectly placed teacups and saucers in front of them, before turning to him to kiss him on the cheek.

His eyes widened and his face flushed pink, “Ah… It was nothing…”

The tea kettle began to whistle moments later, so Anna stood up and went to retrieve the bag of tea she bought earlier in the day at the festival from her knapsack. He silently watched her as she walked over to the kettle and placed the small bag of tea into the boiling water, letting it steep for a few minutes. She returned to his side a few moments later with the kettle and poured the tea into each of their teacups.

“What kind of tea is this?” Kratos asked after she stood up again to put the kettle back on the stand and then returned to sit beside him once again.

“The vendor said it was a cherry blossom flavored black tea. I’m excited to try it!” Anna replied, taking her teacup from off of its saucer.

“I’m looking forward to trying it as well…” He gave her another gentle smile.

The couple ate their sandwiches and drank their tea in pleasant conversation, with the two mostly talking about their future travel plans. They ate strawberries along with their sandwiches, and finished off the skewers of Takoyaki, yakitori, and dango. Once they were finished eating, Kratos stood up and put out the fire under the tea kettle, before removing the kettle from the stand and pouring the rest of the tea back into the container from his knapsack. He cleaned up the area and put the kettle and stand back into his bag before returning to her side.

“So, how was your sandwich, Kratos?” Anna asked as she put their teacups back into her knapsack, “I know it’s been a while since I’ve made a tuna sandwich…”

“It was wonderful, my dear.” Kratos answered as she sat down next to him on their blanket again, “I take it yours was wonderful as well?”

“It was…” She said before sighing in contentment, “I just hope we can find another house or cabin soon, like you said earlier. I would really like a decent kitchen to cook in. I can really only make sandwiches when we stay at inns. And I would really like to learn how to make that street food we had earlier, too.”

He wrapped his arm around her again as they leaned back against the tree, his lips finding the crown of her head again, where he let them linger for a time. The couple looked up at the bright blue sky and watched the few clouds in the sky float by from under the cherry blossom tree for a while in comfortable silence. A gust of wind picked up a short time later, causing a few hundred petals to fall from not only the cherry blossom tree they sat under, but the trees that surrounded them too. Anna lifted her head from off Kratos’ shoulder to look up and stare in awe at the falling petals, the wind softly blowing through her short medium-brown hued locks.

When the wind died down a while later, Kratos glanced down at his wife and let out soft chuckle.

“Ah, my dear… You have a petal on the tip of your nose.” He stated as their eyes met.

“Oh? And how do you plan on removing it?” She teased, letting out a soft giggle.

His face inched towards hers, wearing his trademark smirk, “Like this…”

He brushed his nose against hers and the petal quickly flew up and away off the tip of her nose. She looked at him expectantly wearing a small smile, and then he closed the distance as their lips met in a soft, chaste kiss.

After the two exchanged a few more chaste kisses, they spent the rest of the afternoon under the cherry blossom tree, just enjoying each other’s company. They held hands with their fingers intertwined, and eventually Anna fell asleep as she rested her head on Kratos’ shoulder once again. He leaned down to kiss the top of her head one last time before joining her in her afternoon nap. The couple would stay like this until nightfall, when they would have gather up the blanket and their bags and head back to the inn.

#tales of symphonia #Kratos Aurion #Anna Irving #Kranna #KrannaSpringFever2022 #クラアン春熱2022

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