#and everytime i try to write suggestive i think it somehow still ends up soft hbdhja

[seiwas]

i think im chained to writing soft forever 😭

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

A Failed Betrothal (6)

Here is a new chapter for you guys. I am terrible at writing feelings and this is my best shot.😅 Tell me what you think.

[Masterlist]

(PART 1)(PART 5)

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(Words in bold is French)

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

Tim was glad he didn’t take a sip of his coffee when Damian volunteered to be Marinette’s boyfriend. But he still choked on air. Jason with his limited knowledge of french was confused. Damian didn’t do what he heard, right?

“No, you can’t. Chloe already told them about Tim. If I come in with a different boyfriend, they would get suspicious. We can work on Hawkmoth while we go on those dates. Besides, I thought you don’t like me. That’s not going to sell the image of a loving couple.” Marinette pointed out. (She also doesn’t want to do this fake-date thing. Not because she likes Damian and she had always been a goner for green eyes and totally would be date him if it weren’t for some stupid curse dictating her feelings for him and fake-dating him might get her catch feelings for him and she would get her heart broken when this is all over and she would stay single forever and be a lonely old lady with hamsters and cats for company.)

“Actually, Mari-bug, I only told the class how romantic your boyfriend is. I never told them what he looked like. Just in case, Timothy couldn’t make it. I have back-up favors to cash in.” Chloe explained.

Marinette didn’t even know why she was surprised at that, this was Chloe after all.

“You have more than one American boy around our age in your debt who you intend to be my boyfriend? Sounds like you, Queenie. So that also means that Damian doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.”

“My offer still stands. I will be your ‘boyfriend’ before I have to go back. I will be more understanding than those other American boys when you have to rush out for an attack. That is to assume that they can come here or agree. In our initial meeting, I didn’t like that weak girl act you put up. Recent events have made me realize that you are a much stronger person. (Careful Damian, that sounds like a compliment.) You are a decent partner to date.(Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t a compliment, right?)”

Damian couldn’t see why Dupain-Cheng would refuse such a good deal. He supposed her feelings might be still hurt from his first impression of her. He would give her an apology when they are alone and away from his brothers who would make a big deal of it.

“Fine. At least, the curse will at least make this fake couple thing more believable.” grumbled Marinette. The light pink blush on her face is not because he said she was someone he would date.

Oh right, the curse. He swore internally, it had possessed him to be Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. He now would have to endure the hand-holding, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, and try to resist the curse which will be much harder now. Somehow, he didn’t regret it a little bit. It sounds more bearable with him doing those things with her than her with Drake. This was just a mutual agreement to ward off her suitors and prove to her classmates that she was off the market.

Chloe clapped her hands,“If we have everything sorted out, you can start being a good boyfriend by walking Marinette to school today. We want to be on time now.”

The others started packing up their stuff or finished what they were eating. Marinette was dragged out of the bakery by an impatient Damian. Chloe and Alix picked up what Marinette left behind and followed out. The rest soon left right after, leaving the two boys in the bakery.

“Hey, Replacement, tell me if I am wrong but did Demon Spawn willingly ask a girl out?” Jason asked, stealing a croissant from Tim.

“Try making himself the perfect candidate to be her fake boyfriend out of many choices, including me, and get her to agree to it. Now he has to go on a few romantic dates with Marinette in order to ward off this really pushy guy in her class. Demon Spawn also has a crush on her and he’s in denial of it. We are not hallucinating either. I’ve checked.” Tim replied, sipping his coffee.

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“Damian. Let go. Hey, Wayne, are you listening to me? Let me go. This is not how you treat your significant other. And you are not even going in the right direction.” Marinette all but yelled at him.

He released his grip on her. “My apologies for manhandling you but I wanted to tell you this away from everybody else.”

“What?” She asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I- This is a little difficult to say for me,” Damian started. (Why were his palms sweaty? It’s just an apology. He had done it before although it was mostly because Grayson told him what he did wrong and made him do it.) “But I am sorry for calling you weak, pathetic and every other bad thing I have said about you when you have shown that you are anything but those. I was mad at myself for being caught and took it out on you.”

Her glare softened.

“Apologies accepted. The school is this way.” She said with a smile and went towards the school. Damian walked by her side, his hands in his pockets.

Marinette looked at where his hands were, “If we are going to do this fake dating thing, I suggest we hold hands.”

Damian grabbed her hand and continued walking in silence. Her hands were so small and fitted perfectly in his. Oh God, it’s the curse again. Turning him into a sap. Do not think about her hands. And the fact that she took down a man twice her size with them which was an amazing sight to watch.

“Why are you so stiff? Loosen up a little. You are with the love of your life. Smile a little.”

Damian plastered on a fake smile, “Happy?”

“It looks fake. Being a model he will be able to tell.” Marinette remarked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still go get Tim to be my boyfriend.”

“I can do this. Drake wouldn’t be a better choice. It doesn’t help that you are relentlessly nit-picking me. Or are you that bad of a girlfriend?” Damian couldn’t help but sniped back. “Maybe that’s why Chat Noir left you.”

He found himself back against the world and her elbow at his neck. (He would forever deny that he liked it.)

“Look here, Wayne. You know nothing about me and you shouldn’t assume that you do. Chat Noir was revoked of his status as a hero for his behaviour. If you don’t act the part properly, I am going to have my former partner, who has absolutely no sense of boundaries, harassing me in my civilian life and I have already dealt enough of his advances to last a lifetime. I have given you so many chances to get out of this which you refused and yet, you are half-assing it. So are you in this 100 percent or not? Because I am at the end of my patience right now.”

“The boy who is obsessed with you is the former Chat Noir?”

“Yes, I will explain about that later but what’s your answer?”

“I will give it my best shot but I have never pretended to be in love.”

“Were you not taught in the League?”

“There were seduction tactics shown to members when they were old enough and I left them when I was 10 but I am not sure if those skills can be applied here.”(Slamming your opponent against the wall wasn’t one of them but she was doing a great job of it so far. No. No. No. He is not his father. This is different from whatever he has with Kyle.)

She released her hold on him and grabbed his hand, leading him towards her school.

“Well then, here are the basics. Everytime you look at me, just think of your favourite things to make your smile a little more genuine. Maybe call me by a pet name if you want. Keep your touch on me like you can’t keep your hands off of me and act really reluctant when you have to let go. You will only keep them my shoulders, arms, hands and waist or I will break your hand. I will do the same. If you are going to have to kiss me, give me a warning.” He looked into her blue eyes and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Oh. I almost forgot. In case they try to question our relationship. My favourite colour is red. My favourite song is ‘Fearless’ by Jagged Stone.(I love Taylor. Sue me) And we met online a few months ago. You came all the way to Paris to see me a month ago and asked me out. We will talk more that later. Oh, I also love designing and have dreams of being a famous fashion designer.-”

Marinette rambled on which Damian found a little endearing. He looked forward to knowing more about her. He added a few comments here or there about himself (because it was only fair.) and ways to improve their cover story about their relationship.

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“We are nearly at school. Let’s start the act, Romeo.” Marinette whispered at him and looked at him with a bright smile that brought a tiny smile to his face. Okay, maybe he liked Marinette a little bit but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.

He moved her hand holding his to the crook of his elbow.

“Is this acceptable, my lady?”

She wrinkled her nose, (Adorable. No. Don’t go there) “This is fine. But can you not call me that? And princess too? I may have erased his memories as Chat Noir but it could be a trigger to bring them back.”

“Understandable. What about Malak?”

She blushed. Marinette had learned Arabic a while back and was very fluent in the language.

“It’s okay.” She said in a soft voice. She put her other hand on his bicep and leaned on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like a touchy-feely person so is this fine?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let me tell you more about the atrocious lies that had passed her mouth.”

They walked into the school courtyard, arm-in-arm, for the entire school, especially Marinette’s class, to see. The perfect picture of a loving couple. Marinette’s blush from earlier was evident on her face, leaving no room for doubt about her new relationship status. (Many guys, gals and pals were upset over it.) As they both walked up the stairs, whispering and laughing about who knows what (gulliable and idiotic classmates they have to suffer learning with), two pairs of green eyes followed them.

In this case, the saying ‘green-eyed monsters’ was true. One was envious of the boy who held the girl he wanted in his arms and the other was envious of the attention the couple was receiving.

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Damian escorted Marinette to her class. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, loud enough for the class to hear, “Bye, Malak. I will pick you up after school for our date.”

“B-bye, Damian.”

He took her hand, gave a kiss to the back of it and departed, leaving a very red-faced Marinette behind. The rest of the class parted the way as Damian walked past.

She rushed into her seat where Chloe sat beside it, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Sooooo, Mari-bug, how was your date? You two rushed out of there so quickly and left your stuff behind. So eager to spend time with your boyfriend, eh? You enjoyed it very much by the looks of it.”

“Sorry about that, Chloe. Did you bring my bag and the cheese danishes?” Marinette tried to change the topic. And she also wanted to make sure a god of destruction doesn’t go hungry and angsty during school. “Yep, here you go,” Chloe said, handing Marinette her bag and a box of cheese-flavoured snacks for Plagg, “Your mom packed some for you.”

“Marinette. Where have you been the last two days? And you came back with a boy. I am honestly worried about your behaviour.” Lila played the concerned classmate wonderfully.

“Yeah, Marinette. This is a new low, even for you.” Alya added.

Marinette readied herself to tell the cover story Damian and her worked out on the way here.

“Lila, I appreciate your ‘concern’. But the last four days have been a little hard on me so excuse me if I am a little snappy today. You see, Damian disappeared and didn’t return home after school on Friday. So when he didn’t pick up for our weekly video call, I panicked and called his family and they told me what happened. They sent me a plane to get out of Paris so I can’t get akumatized.”

“Was that why you were gone on Saturday?” Chloe asked, playing along although she already knew why Marinette wasn’t in Paris the last four days.

“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you guys. It was sorta last minute. Thankfully, he wasn’t kidnapped actually. His biological mother picked him up but never told his father that she was taking him. I just came back last night. Dami followed me to make sure I am okay.”

“What a bunch of bullcrap.” Alya said, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh. The irony... “Alya, I don’t care if you do. My life is my own business. So keep your nosy nose out of it. Your opinions don’t matter to me anymore, stranger.” Marinette internally was tired of this silly routine and wanted this to end already.

Alya wanted to pick a fight with her over the smallest things she did for the past months. She wondered why her former best friend hated her this much.

“Lila told me that you were skipping school and you paid an actor to be your pretend boyfriend.”

Pretending to not hear what Alya said, Marinette turned towards Chloe, “Hey, you never told me about how you met Tim. I can’t believe that you two are friends.”

“We met at one of those charity galas-”

“Hey, we were talking to you.” Alya cut her off. To which Chloe glared at the ombre-haired girl.

“I thought our conversation was done. What else am I supposed to say?”

Marinette was frustrated and hid that fact well, showing any reaction would give the game away. If she had reacted, it would further fuel the fire of Alya’s self-righteousness, making her believe that Marinette was somehow guilty of what Lila told her about. Lila managed to turn nearly the entire class against her by appealing to their ‘hero’ side and outbursts from Marinette and the others made them more sure of themselves of being in the right. It was so deep-rooted that nothing would sway them to logical reasoning. Maybe except Phase 2. Phase 1 was made a little easier when Talia kidnapped her and made her miss a few days of school.

Phase 2 was to not acknowledge the lies or just appear uninterested. It would illustrate the point that people don’t have to listen to them if they don’t want to. If possible, sow little seeds of doubt to the ones Lila had a looser grip on. The more people they can slowly get on their side, the better.

Alya was confused, usually Marinette would throw a ‘temper tantrum’ about how she didn’t do that and Lila lied.“I-, you should-, You should apologize to Lila.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “For what this time?”

“For saying that she was lying.”

“Pray tell, when did in any of our conversations so far did I do that? I mean I don’t like the fact that she just accused me with little evidence of paying my someone to be my boyfriend but I am not going to fight with anyone over it. Maybe I did do that, Maybe I didn’t. Maybe there is a good reason I did those things. The thing is Lila should keep to her own business and I will keep to mine. And as should you. I know you are a reporter at heart but you should at the very least respect my privacy.”

Alya stayed silent, fuming. Everyone was looking at them now. She realized that the designer was right and if she pushed further, she would be the bad guy.

“I thought so. Now, go away. I have nothing else to say to you. Let Chloe finish her story of how she met Tim which you so rudely interrupted.”

“Who’s Tim?” Lila asked, wanting to know more about Marinette’s boyfriend to work on an angle to get him away from the ravenette.

“Mari-Bug’s boyfriend’s older brother. Now, shoo peasants, we are talking. Anyways, Mommy took me to when I was younger so I could mingle with all the other rich kids and get connections. Timothy was there and back then, he was still with the Drakes...”

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Lila and Alya returned to their seats, both were visibly upset although Lila was seething inside. When Marinette was not at school for the last two days, the Italian thought that it was the last she had seen of her. Today, she showed up with a handsome boy on her arm and by the looks of his clothes, rich too. If she manages to get ‘Damian’ to break up with that pest and date her instead, then she would have a rich, handsome boyfriend devoted to her and that brat would be so heart-broken that an akuma so powerful would be made that even Ladybug won’t be able to defeat. A two for one deal. Lila started planning (scheming) to take her boyfriend away.

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[tobioslune]

liquid courage

Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

Genre : fluff, comfort? college au kinda, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, Iwaizumi being soft and a simp

Warnings? : implied drinking, (aged up), cursing (from the lyrics), a little smooch 

a/n: This is a draft i started in january but things happened that made me leave it for about like four months lol (if u wanna know what happened while i was writing this you can read it here lol also you could see how i wrote / continued writing it here ) but! im finally finished and im pretty proud of it even though its lowkey all over the place :>> please do check out the song bc it slaps and it’s really good lol okay that’s all for now hope you enjoy <3 (last notee: likes and reblogs are really appreciated!!)

▶ now playing : drunk - dijon 

You and Iwaizumi have been close friends since highschool, and feelings may have been caught during that time. With the reason of not wanting to ruin the relationship you’ve built with him, you tried to brush it off. And like every other trope where you fall for your best friend you expected that he wouldn’t feel the same way.

Surprisingly both of you ended up going to the same university, and you were able to hang out and keep in touch with each other. Everytime you think you’ve set those feelings aside, whenever some romantic tension presents itself, it bubbles up inside all over again. Like an annoying weed that keeps coming back no matter how hard you try to get rid of it. 

School and other work has been pressing on you for the past few months and you just keep getting into a slump. No matter how hard you try, you find yourself in the same place you were over and over again. Iwaizumi noticed this and really tried his best to help but he’s also caught up with a ton of things. 

O baby, I’m lonely and I’m fucked up by myself

 Could uu come here?!  

It was 1am on a Saturday and Mattsun called you. You were working on an essay and it was super unexpected. It was able to shake you from the somewhat trance you were in while trying to think.

“Hey y/n-san I’m so sorry to call you at such a late time and most probably not so nice notice, but is it okay if you pick-up Hajime here at our usual place? Hanamaki and the others have already left and theres a paper I need to take care of, and you’re the only one I could think of.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Did Hajime drink too much like last time?” You think to yourself, ‘How stubborn, I’ve told him last time to be mindful of how much he takes because of his low tolerance’  You found the thought quite amusing.

“He sure has. When will you be able to get here by the way?” Mattsun replies.

“Give me about 15 minutes, it’s not so far from where I live anyways. Can you keep him company for a little while longer?” you tell him. This would be able to get your mind off the stress and exhaustion you’re in hopefully for a little while. Besides you haven’t met him in person for about month so it would be nice to see him again.

“Yeahh I can do that. Thanks again by the way y/n.”

“Suree, anytime. Okay see you in a bit, bye”

“Bye.”

The train stations are already closed at this time, and it would be too much of a hassle to take a cab to and from where he lives so it probably would be best that he crash at your place instead.

You straighten a few things up in your apartment and proceed to grab a jacket, your keys, wallet and your phone, placing it into a small purse. As you closed the door you could already feel a rush of cold air surrounding you.

The walk there was quite refreshing and you felt much better than you did earlier. As you arrived there you could see Mattsun waiting in front. You smiled as you walked toward him. It took him a couple seconds to recognize you as you came into view. 

“Heyy, hope I didn’t take too long” you said as you greeted him with a hug. 

“No, it’s all good you actually arrived faster than I expected”, Mattsun replies returning your smile. 

“He’s inside by the way.” gesturing with the back of his thumb.

“Okay, I’ll go take care of it from here” 

“Thanks again, apologies if it interrupted anything important.” 

“Like I said, it's alright! I got it.” you assure him.

You both bid your goodbyes and you make your way inside the homey bar. There he was, head resting on his right hand and glass of water in the other. You figured he sobered up at least a little bit. 

You let out an amused sigh, “Oh Haj, I’ve told you a couple of times last time to watch it, right?” You took a seat in front of him, leaning your head on your hand. He laughed a little at the statement made. “Sorry y/n, got a bit caught up and forgot.” 

Letting out a low hum you respond, “Anyways, ready to go?” 

“Yeah just give me a moment.” His head was still pounding from the drinks.

I’M WASTING and I’m anxious; I’m fading from myself… 

You placed his arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep him upright and stable as you walk. Compared to him he was obviously heavier making it difficult for you to even make it to the door, you were basically stumbling out, but somehow you were able to manage and he was at least trying to cooperate even when everything was practically hazy for him in that moment.

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You fell for him, and little did you know he did too. You’ve known Hajime as reserved, reliable, firm, caring and surprisingly stubborn at times. He knew that if he told his friends and teammates they would tease him and make it more obvious that's why he kept it in a never said a word. 

He liked you, he liked you so much, but sometimes you just seemed so out of reach to him. Loved by almost everyone, you were beautiful, charming and just overall amazing to him. There were times where he really tried to deny his feelings, his emotions, toward you but whenever another guy would be around you he just can’t help but want you all to himself.

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As school progressed your schedule became more hectic and your assignments started to pile up. It felt like an endless mess and an inevitable disaster. He saw how stressed you were but he felt a bit helpless because he didn't know what to do. He couldn’t really help you because of your different courses and besides he wouldn’t even know what to do. As time went on your hangouts became lesser and lesser and sometimes you'd even be too busy or even too tired to chat with him. You would try making plans but your group mates would suddenly set up meetings or deadlines would abruptly be sent and given. 

Although he has tried reaching out, because of how busy you were he was left alone with his thoughts and feelings and he tried to make sense of how he really felt. He wanted to avoid thinking of you but that became difficult for him when almost everything reminded him of you…

“They would have liked this..”, “I should probably ask if they ate.”,  “This would be such a nice gift for y/n.”,  “I wonder what they would think of this.”, it just felt like never ending thoughts of you.

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When Matsukawa and the rest of the old team from Seijoh offered him to hang out and catch up he couldn't say no. By going he would be able to hang out with them and it would hopefully be a distraction to help get you off his mind. He knew you were busy and in his head he thought that maybe you didn't like him the say he does. You ran circles around his mind and at time he’s just feel so conflicted and confused.

In the end he got wasted, he felt faded, and just wanted to feel ok. He accidentally ended up telling the boys out of frustration that he had feelings for someone which left him with mixed emotions at times. They found this quite surprising because who would get him so hung up and drunk like that.

COULD U COME HERE?! And say u’ll stay the night 

Although you reminded him last time you went drinking to watch his intake you were still shocked that he was so drunk he could barely think straight. The cold air and silence filled the walk and everything in some way felt alright. You felt at peace and his presence made everything feel comfortable even if you were practically carrying him.

He sighs, “Hey I'm sorry I dragged you into this mess I accidentally let myself go back there again.” 

“It's ok, I mean that's bound to happen to everyone at some point I've got you  don't worry it's fine.” you respond.

“Where are we going, by the way?” He asks.

“I'm taking you back to my place, I mean if you don't mind. The subways are closed and the taxis are hard to come by at this time.” 

“Oh ok, it's fine, I mean I have nowhere else to go to anyways and I don't really mind,”  He says with a flustered laugh.

As you keep walking you pass by a convenience store you both frequently used to hang out at when your schedules weren't so busy.

“Hey Haj, we should stop there for a while just so you could sober up a little more. Also I’m a bit hungry anyway,”  you suggest.

“Yeah good idea, besides you must be kind of tired trying to carry me around for this long.”

You both make your way to the convenience store and you tell him to sit outside while you buy something for the both of you.

 Cause it’s been a while, since I've seen u smiling! O baby, could u come down? I think I’m freaking out! And I’m drunk! 

You step inside and the warmth of the shop embraces you. You then proceed to get some meat buns, and two coffees. As you go to pay you take a glimpse outside to check up on Iwaizumi and to your surprise he was already looking at you. You quickly turn away and you feel a small blush attempting to creep up on your face, but you shake the thought away as you make it to the counter.

You finish paying and walk over to where Iwaizumi is sitting and you place the food down on the table. Handing over a meat bun and a coffee to him, you sit down and sigh in satisfaction as you bite into yours. Somewhat comfortable silence fills the space and you absentmindedly process everything that happened.

“So, how was the hang out with the guys? I haven't seen them in so long. You sure must’ve had fun...” You say in the hopes of making things a little less awkward and quiet.

“Oh yeah it was great.” He replies with his mouth still with food, you laugh and he continues after he finally swallows what he was eating.

“Yeah it was really fun, we got to catch up on a lot and they're doing pretty great I must say. You should come next time, I mean when you're not busy. I miss our hangouts, you know...” 

“Is this not a hangout?” You humorously ask.

“I mean, it is but I'm saying we should hang out more when you're not busy and when I'm not drunk.”  He says with a laugh.

“Yeah we totally should.“ You say with a smile.

“So anyways, how's life?” 

“Well I mean I'm doing ok, but overall just really stressed. Work and papers have been piling up and my head has been pounding for like weeks or maybe even just days you know, but I guess I'm doing fine.” Giving a small laugh to lighten the statement.

“Yeah the workloads really suck right now, they're crazy. But I'm here for you if you need anything even if I don’t really understand a thing from your subjects.”

“Yeah, I know.” You say giving him a reassuring grin.

You both take a brief pause when he suddenly brings up an old inside joke you both had when you were younger. You spend about an hour reliving memories, throwing around jokes, teasing each other and laughing a lot.

Sighing into a smile he says, “I really miss this. It's been a while since I've seen you smile like that.” 

“Yeah I missed our hangouts like these, this feels so great and nostalgic in a way.”

And I don’t think I can beat it, I’m paralyzed, I’m terrified of being alone!

You both clean up and start to continue your walk back to your place. All the stress you’ve been feeling earlier feels as if it has left and you feel relieved. As you both near your apartment complex, Iwaizumi stops making you turn back.

“Hey, you okay?” You ask.

“Yeah I’m good.” You then proceed to turn around, but he suddenly continues.

“Listen I need to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that we’re still going to be ok even as friends afterwards.” He says with a slight seriousness on his face

“Yeah, you can tell me anything I promise I'll still stay. I mean unless you're a criminal and you're gonna kill me.” You joke. Moving closer to him you prepare yourself a bit for whatever he would say.  “So what's up?”

He takes a breath, “I like you y/n -san.... and I'm really sorry if you don’t like me after this or if this makes anything awkward or if I made you uncomfortable in any way. I've liked you since high school and I was too scared to say anything because I thought you liked another guy--”

“--I swear even when we were younger there was something about you that just made everyone like you. You were so nice, friendly to everyone, helpful, beautiful, and so much more. You’re captivating to me… and I’m trying to use whatever’s left of this liquid courage to get this off my chest and I think I’m ready for whatever might come next.” 

Your mouth parts slightly from shock because of what he said but it slowly, turns into a huge grin.   

“Hajime, I don't know what to say…” you cut him off before he could say anything, 

“Because I like you too, and I have for such a long time.”

He lifts up his head with hope and a slight disbelief in his eyes, “You do..? You did..?!’’

“Yes..” you say with a small chuckle and a smile plastered across your face. You walk even closer until you're both mere inches away from each other. You take a relieved sigh and make eye contact with him. You wrap your arms around his neck and draw him in for a hug. He places his arms delicately around your waist hugging you back.

He slowly pulls away and cups your face ever so tenderly, pulling you in so that your lips are merely ghosting the others; and he gently kisses you. You felt as if that you were floating on clouds. His lips were so soft and warm it felt so surreal.

You both pull away and he says with a smile, “I've waited and wanted for so long to do that.”

You couldn't believe that everything that happened, actually happened. It felt like a scenario that you would only be able to play in your head. But it was all real and it was all happening. It felt like a dream, and if this were a scene in some cute drama there would have been hearts floating around your head right now, you felt lovestruck.

 Cause it’s been a while, since i’ve thought about the good things, all the bright light things all the good times that we had! It’s been a while, since I made u smile! 

You finally reach your apartment hand-in-hand, sitting down on the couch as soon as you enter. The night was filled with more conversations, laughter and just overall good times. Homework forgotten and disregarded, you let yourself go and have fun. Surprisingly everything felt like it just fell into place. 

You looked at him and maybe it was the alcohol but he was pretty sure he saw stars in your eyes. 

“I can't believe after all this time you're finally and actually mine.” you say.

Whatever magic or fate intertwined and lined you up to this exact moment you just knew that you were forever grateful.

[milkybonya]

Unnamed

order #002: large banana milk tea with pudding and lychee jelly for Shinwon, requested by anon

-> Warning: food/drink mentions, mentions of alcohol + a bit suggestive?

-> in the same soulmate universe as my Named fic for Haechan, where "Some are named, some are unnamed. The named have their soulmate's name written somewhere on their body, and the unnamed don't have a soulmate", here you're unnamed.

[a/n]: i know this is a soulmate!au but i wanted to try writing from a perspective where the reader doesn't have a soulmate?? i think it will be fun hehe (but i hope the anon who requested doesn't mind!). i think it will work well with the enemies to lovers concept too :)

You're unnamed, and it sucks. For all your life, you've had to deal with all your loved ones moping about how they can't find who the name on their body belongs to, while you don't even have a name on your body. You're unnamed, like I said :(

They call you dramatic for being sad about it, telling you that you're free to date around and just do whatever... as if that helps. Of course it makes you feel worse.

The worst of them all if your neighbour, Shinwon.

"Good morning, [y/n]. Got a hot date today?" Shinwon asks you as he opens up the door to his flat.

You're dressed nicely today, but no, not for a hot date.

"Got a job interview."

"Oh... of course. I'm sure the unnamed wouldn't be going on dates much, anyway."

"You literally told me last time I must date around a lot because I come home late and have no soulmate so I can do what I want," you spit out, growing angry.

"Whatever. No need to get so mad!" Shinwon says, waving his hands around and finally stepping into his flat.

You huff and stomp off to your job interview.

Ever since Shinwon moved in next to you and found out you were unnamed, he's been getting on your nerves like it's no one's business. He's always teasing you about it, even in front of the other neighbours! He constantly embarrasses you and you hate him for hit.

He even leaves notes on your door, with 'unnamed!' written on it with stupid ' :P ' faces all around. It's so childish, but it still manages to make you so angry.

There's only one mystery, though.

Shinwon has never told you if he's unnamed or not.

You asked him many times, and he's always managed to dodge the question.

He lives alone... but of course, that might not mean anything. Still, you like to think that he's unnamed too, and lets out all his anger on you. The day that you find out for sure, you'll never let him live it down!

After absolutely killing it at your interview despite being nervous and angry because of Shinwon, you head to a café to treat yourself. Of course, Shinwon just has to be there. Working. At that café.

You don't realize it until you're right at the counter, since you're so giddy from the successful interview, still. But as soon as you hear him laugh right into your face, you realize who it is.

"[y/n]? What are you doing here now? Are you stalking me?" he laughs. His coworkers grow increasingly confused until he introduces you.

"This is [y/n]. They're my neighbour, and unnamed. Isn't that sad?" Shinwon tells them, cracking up.

His coworkers nervously nod and continue with what they were doing, but you feel absolutely embarrassed. You don't even know any of these people but now all of them know that you're unnamed? You'll get Shinwon back for this....

"Can I get that drink please?" you ask Shinwon, pointing to the menu. After paying for the drink, you wait on the side for him to prepare it. When he finally hands it to you, your rage is bubbling up so intensely inside that you do something you never thought you would have done.

As you go to pick up the cup, you pretend to 'accidentally' knock it over and spill it all over Shinwon.

"Oops, sorry," you say, innocently.

Shinwon wears a blank look on his face. He pauses, not doing anything until one of his coworkers rushes forward to help clean up.

"I'll get you a new drink!" they tell you.

You start to feel a little nervous as Shinwon's mood has very obviously changed. He greets the new customers quietly and without a trace of a smile on his face.

Why does it even matter, though? He's the one who's always making you feel angry. How about he be the one who feels angry for a change?

After taking your new drink and heading home like a boss, you spend the rest of the day resting at home. You decide to go out for a walk later in the evening, though, and you're met with a surprise when you open your door.

Your favourite plant, that you've placed right outside your door so you can see it everytime you enter and leave the house, and also so it's easy for people to know which flat is yours when they're visiting, has been completely smashed to pieces. The gigantic pot that was holding the little tree that had grown taller than where the doorknob sat on your door is now laying on the ground in a sad state.

It breaks your heart to see it like this, but you know exactly who's done it.

You take a few steps until you're at Shinwon's door. Then, you knock loudly, wondering if he's still home. Sure enough, he opens the door. And when he notices its you, he glares.

"What is it?"

"Why have you gone and broken my plant?"

"What makes you think I did it?" he shoots back, a slight, evil smile dancing on his lips.

"I know you did it, Shinwon."

There's a moment of silence as Shinwon thinks of what to say next, but you don't even let him speak as you continue.

"Shinwon, you embarrassed me, today, just like you always do. If this is because of me spilling my drink on you earlier, then no. We're not even now. We were even after I spilled my drink, because you've been tormenting me for so long now."

"What have I done?" Shinwon asks you, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh.

"It's not even worth telling you. Maybe you should clean up my plant and take some time to think about it yourself," you tell Shinwon before walking away.

He's left in a daze and actually ends up cleaning his mess, wondering why you have such an effect on him so suddenly. They're hot when they're angry, is what he finds himself thinking, but he quickly pushes this thought away.

-

"Shinwon, you jerk!" you yell up into the sky as you sit in your balcony, drinking some alcohol.

Nothing quite hits the spot right now like the drink in your hand as you peer down at the peaceful view below. A light breeze hits you and you close your eyes, feeling like it's caressing your face.

"You called?" Shinwon asks, poking his head out from the balcony next to yours.

You almost drop your drink out of your hand and curse at him. Shinwon just laughs at response.

"I never called you!"

"I clearly just heard you call me a jerk..."

You stick out your tongue at him and continue to drink. Somehow, he climbs over from his balcony onto yours and takes a seat across from you, taking a few sips from your drink. You feel so hazy that you don't even feel surprised.

"What are you doing?" you finally ask him.

"Not letting you drink alone," he murmurs.

"And what's wrong with drinking alone?"

"I do it all the time. It sucks."

Shinwon wears a small smile on his face as he talks to you, different from the mischievious one he'd always give you when talking to you and teasing you.

"And why do you drink alone if it sucks?"

Shinwon hesitates, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm unnamed... we all do that, don't we?"

Your breath hitches in your throat. Unnamed... so you were right.

"Just cause we're unnamed, that doesn't mean we have to drink alone."

"Maybe... but we do it anyway, right?"

You hum in response before drinking some more.

"Why do you tease me so much if you're also unnamed, then?"

"It makes me feel more at ease. You make me feel... more comfortable in my skin."

You laugh a little.

"And what does that mean?"

"Maybe that I like you?" Shinwon giggles.

"What? You're joking, right? It's just cause we're both unnamed."

Shinwon shrugs, looking down.

"Shinwon, you know how it feels to be unnamed, then, right?" you ask after a long pause. "I feel so unloved, so unneeded and unwanted on this stupid planet. It's like I don't have a purpose."

Your eyes start to tear up as the burden and many thoughts you've been carrying begin to spill out.

Shinwon remains silent, probably unsure of what to say or do. Instead, he says something unexpected.

"Can I kiss you?"

You cock your head at him, confused. Why is your rude neighbour asking if he can kiss you when you're literally about to cry?

Oh, well. This will be your first kiss.. Finally, you're kissing someone...

When your lips meet, Shinwon's feel so soft and warm against yours. You don't want to pull away, and it all makes sense now. You don't feel so alone anymore.

-

The next day day, you wake up to flowers at your doorstep, along with some hangover soup. There's a note on top:

feel better, [y/n]! i'm sure the hangover must be bad... i would come to your door in person, but i thought you may be too embarrassed to see me.

- jerk Shinwon

You smile as you read the way he ended the note. This all feels very weird to you... You used to hate your neighbour, but after tasting his lips last night, hearing him say he doesn't want you to drink alone and seeing what he's left for you now, you're second-guessing how you feel about him.

You knock on his door, hoping he's still home. To your surprise, he opens the door, his hair messy and his eyes puffy.

"[y/n]? How are you feeling?" he asks, looking a little frazzled.

"Me? Better than you, it seems. I'm about to head out to work!" you say, pointing to your formal wear.

"Oh... won't be needing the soup, then?"

"No, I need it! I haven't had breakfast."

Shinwon smiles, looking down.

"I'm glad," he says.

"Well, Shinwon. Wanna go on a coffee date or something today?" you ask him, your heart pounding as your veins overflow with sudden courage.

Shinwon laughs slightly, the corners of his eyes creasing.

"That sounds nice."

[mx-milo]

Parlez-vous or something like that

[千紬/ChikaTsumu]

It's the end of Chikatsumu Week. I don't play A3! often, I'm not active in the fandom, I barely even write fanfics. But the power of these two have compelled me, and since AO3 won't be giving me an account until the next week, so it'll be here first.

Summary: "Chikage has never spoken a word of French before in his life, but that didn't stop him from helping out Tsumugi for one of his tutees. Hilarity ensues."

~~~

Chikage was a reliable source for guidance and knowledge for the students of the Mankai Company. Although there were a myriad of adults who have their own areas of expertise, it usually ended up with either him or Tsumugi, especially when it came to linguistic subjects: Classical Japanese, English, and the rare foreign language elective.

His sessions with Tenma or Taichi were a welcome break from whatever he had been doing on his PC for the last god knows how many hours. At least he could perceive the output of his hardwork with the wide smiles of a teenager who just finally understood why verbs didn't always end with -ed.

That's not to say, it wasn't challenging. Not especially when a curveball was thrown in his way. "Chikage-san, I was wondering if you could help me. A student asked me if I knew some French, and I said I'd do my best." Chikage wasn't much of baseball anyway. He'd rather play cricket.

He looked up at Tsumugi, removing his glasses and polishing them again in the process. "French? Well, I did spend a few months there for as liasion for my company. I learned how to speak so I could negotiate well for my superiors." He noticed Tsumugi was looking at him intently. It wasn't new for him, since it was like he was being psycho-analyzed by the master tutor whenever he spoke. Most times, he felt it was harmless, Tsumugi wouldn't even want to know where to begin with his psyche and conscience, but now felt different. He was concerned, even a little bit, that he might just call his bluff.

He lied after all. He barely knows the language. He didn't lie about the the time he spent there, but he was obviously being vague about being liasion, the higher-ups at the Organization, and the meaning of "negotiation." He didn't have time to see the sights and speak their tongue.

But it was not a big deal. It's not like it's too different from the other Latin languages, right? It's like Spanish but some of the letters are different, and they barely pronounce any of them. 'I may be a liar, but I make up for it by improvising.' he thought to himself, as he waiting for Tsumugi to respond.

"Could I ask you to visit me by the balcony later? We might be in for a long night."

Chikage let out a small smile, and gave a small nod. "That's a date then."

"Thank you, Chikage-san."

Tsumugi left briefly, sounding pleased at the prospect of extra help. For his part, Chikage couldn't help but shake his head. 'What have I gotten myself into?' He knew he had to brush up on his French, even if it was from the bare minimum on a Wikipedia page.

He usually wouldn't stick his head out for something as small as this, but this was Tsumugi he was talking about. Somehow the psych major has outwitted him in a battle of the minds. Or was it of the hearts?

~

Sometime ago, Chikage started calling their late-night trial-and-error teaching sessions "dates", partly because he thought it was funny to compare something so mundane to something romantic, and partly to watch Tsumugi blush whenever he said it. There was some satisfying about the way his cheeks would barely tinge red at the utterance of anything romantic, only for him to totally ignore it after.

'You can't escape me Tsukioka-san. I have tricks up my sleeve too.' he thought to himself, as he ambled through the halls of the Mankai Dorm. It was almost midnight, so the usually boisterous building only emanated a soft hum of energy.

'Of course, it wasn't for the sake of mischief.'

"Chikage-san, let's begin?"

"My pleasure, Tsumugi."

'There's always a reason for mischief after all.'

The specific lesson Tsumugi's student had was the worst one they could possibly deal with: conjugation. All Romance languages had their three, five, seven different verb endings depending on whether you were eating your bread now, ordering someone to eat it on Monday, or to have thrown it in the trash three days ago.

'And let's not get started with pronunciation.'

Everytime Tsumugi encountered a new word, he would run it through Translate to hear how it would be pronounced, and then ask Chikage if he said it correctly. All he'd do is nod and repeat it best he can, then Tsumugi would again, and they'd just accept that was the best they could do.

"Par-lez vu? Wait. No. That isn't it."

"It's like 'par-ley vu'. Parlez-vous, or something like that."

"'Per-ley vu?'"

"I guess that's close enough for someone born in Japan."

Tsumugi snickered at his comment. Chikage could only look on and wonder what he was thinking. His head was tilted ever so slightly, his green locks swaying in the light midsummer night breeze, while his rounded glasses were slightly askew on his nose.

"You know, some of the best theater was written in French. It wouldn't hurt for me to learn in case Tsuzuru sets one of our plays in France."

Chikage looked down and sighed with a smile on his face. "Even when we're suffering with a foreign language, you're still a strong theater nerd, aren't you?"

Tsumugi, sitting inches away from him, lightly pushed Chikage's arm with his in jest. "You know theater nerd is a compliment, right?"

"Tsuzuru told me that once. But you're all the same, so hyperfocused and passionate."

"Well, you're one of us now, so I guess that applies to you too."

Chikage raise his hands in fake shock, exaggerating his movements. "Oh no, I've become what I feared the most. A nerd" he said in an almost mocking tone.

Tsumugi couldn't help but burst out in laughter as he tried stopping Chikage, who started spouting out Shakespeare, eerily like Arisugawa would. "Stop, stop, I get it already." At this point he already took his arm, since he started mimeing holding a skull like Hamlet.

"You're going for so much trouble for this. Why'd you take up your student's elective anyway?" Chikage wouldn't dare notice how Tsumugi's arm was linked on his.

Tsumugi shrugged. "I just thought it would help me brush up on a foreign language for a change. I knew I could rely on you anyway." It was at that moment he realized how close they've gotten.

That didn't stop him from unlinking their arms. That didn't stop Chikage from just gawking at the situation. That didn't stop Tsumugi from blushing at the thought of what was happening.

"Ah, Chikage-san, our arms are..."

"I can see that."

Immediately, Tsumugi pulled back his arm back to his side and turned ever so slightly away. Chikage stayed where he was, still dumbfounded at what just happened. They let the air of tension hang for a few more moments before Tsumugi turned back and suggested they finally try dealing with the two different ways to say "be."

"'Av-awa?' 'Atu-ra?' Why does French have to be so hard?"

"I mean Japanese changes their endings, but never this much. It doesn't have to be."

'This doesn't have to be hard.' Chikage thought to himself in affirmation, but clearly for a different think entirely.

~

Tsumugi woke up after something bright shone into his eyes. After yawning and rubbing his eyes, he took a look at his phone, confusing the volume buttons for the locks. 'What time is it already?'

On his screen was a picture of Zabi, himself, and his grandmother, and a clock happily informing Tsumugi it's already quarter to six in the morning. He was promptly sent into a panic. He looked out the glass-paned door to the balcony and saw that the sun was already peeking through the horizon, the source of the enlightenment that stirred Tsumugi.

He looked around him and saw that the corridors were still empty, a sight uncommon to him, seeing as he was probably the latest to rise of all the people he knew. To his right however, one person was already awake, looking at him intently, though still plastered onto the couch cushion.

"Good morning, Tsumugi."

"Chikage-san, you're up too."

"Well, I was always a light sleeper, and you started squirming around maybe five, ten minutes ago."

Chikage wasn't wearing his glasses; it was on the coffee table along with Tsumugi's laptop and Homare's draft of a book full of his poems. Tsumugi always commented that without his glasses, he looked much more severe and mischievous, but also 'maybe more exposed and solemn.' Chikage laughed at the fact the last time he said it but now it was undoubtedly true, especially since he just woke up after sleeping beside him through the night.

'I just woke up beside him after sleeping through the night.' Chikage thought to himself at that very moment. Rarely would he ever lose his guard so much as to randomly fall asleep, and on Tsumugi's shoulder, no less. Luckily, he didn't wake up to see Chikage in that position, which would have been much worse for the both of them.

They were still wearing yesterday's clothes, the air around them smelled like both of their perfumes, and their area was a mess of strewn papers and uncapped pens. Yet, for all the apparent chaos, both of them were at peace in the moment, seated side-by-side. At their most vulnerable, yes, but they found no reason to take advantage of it, rather relish in each other's company. All the while Tsumugi had a light blush on his face, and so did Chikage. It was probably the gentle cold of a summer's morning, if not the residual warmth from their sharing sleep together.

"I'm lucky you're not a vampire, Chikage-san."

"Why do you say that?"

"You could've drawn blood from me and made me one of your kind." Tsumugi languidly pointed to his neck. Apparently, he surmised where Chikage fell asleep.

"Well, I were a vampire, I'd only have to fear you, wouldn't I?"

"Yes Chikage-san, I'd spike your curry with all the garlic I could possibly muster." Tsumugi smiled as widely as he could through the laziness much to Chikage's dismay.

He instantly fell back on Tsumugi's shoulder, taking the blue-haired tutor with him, and toppling onto the other side of the decrepit sofa. "Well then, I hope you won't do that to my food while I'm asleep."

"How can I do that when you're still on me then?"

Chikage yawned as he slowly moved from his shoulder, to his chest, and ultimately resting on his lap. "I can never be too sure."

Tsumugi rested a hand on Chikage's head, toying playfully with the stray strands of his hair before neatly setting it to the back of his head.. "If that's the case, bonne nuit, Chikage-san."

He slid his hands under Chikage's head and raised it as high as he can, to the point where they were within his reach to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. Chikage returned in kind taking Tsumugi's hand and touching his lips on its somewhat calloused yet also milky soft back.

"Bonne nuit, cherie."

Elsewhere in the Mankai Dorms, Tsumugi could hear music playing from one of the rooms.

"Vampires never have to complain of living a dull circumstance."

It being a rock ballad, it was probably from one of the younger actors, probably Masumi-kun. The easy melody matched the beat of his heart and soon the rise and fall of his breath as he slowly fell back asleep.

"And it would be fine, to spend my whole life with you together."

"Parlez-vous, or something like that."

[hayjeon]

Lavender (ft. Taehyung) drabble

→ painter!taehyung / apollo!taehyung? Honestly idk yet  → 1.3k words, warning for basically only a ton of sexual tension

Wow I haven’t actually written anything for months. I’m super rusty but I got this idea out of the blue while watching videos about teenagers painting on their jeans. I missed you guys so much, and this officially marks my return to tumblr writing. Enjoy, lovelies. 

“Stay still,” he hisses, a large hand splaying over your ribs. Your breath hitches at the motion, his long, cold fingers a little too close to the bottom of your breast for comfort. His eyes flicker up to you, and you frown at his gaze, but tighten your lips in a silent frown anyway and avert your gaze to the other paintings in the studio. The corner of his mouth twitches quickly in a smug smile, before disappearing along with his eyes, which refocus on the task at hand. 

He takes his brush, dipping it into the purple on his palette, perched dangerously on the edge of the bed that also somehow houses your figure, his torso, and a full cup of water on it without tipping anything. One, two. The bristles glide through the lilac oils, picking up the pigment that you had painstakingly mixed and taken measurements of earlier. 

He then lifts up the fine brush, and rubs the part of your rib, just underneath your breast with the thumb of the hand that lies there already. Then he gently presses the bristles to your skin. 

It feels like...you can’t describe it. It’s not just the feeling of a wet brush gliding over your skin. Here, at this particular area he’s chosen to paint on, you can feel everything. The microscopic rocks that you failed to crush completely when grinding the color. The oils gliding over your skin. The other parts of his painting that are slowly beginning to dry in the brisk air of this particular morning and underneath the warm glow of sunlight that filters through the windows covered with white chiffon curtains. The way the bristles aren’t just uniform, but actually truly different in sizes, conformed to create a beautiful raindrop shape only the most prestigious artists can purchase. The way his fingertips press into your skin, not harshly, but firmly enough to make your breath stutter. The way the air filtering through the curtains caresses your skin, creating goosebumps over your ribs, and the way his fingers gently smooth down the area in an attempt to get you to calm down. 

It’s a good thing all of this makes you basically unable to breathe, because, quite frankly, if you took too big of a breath, he would probably glare at you again because you would move your ribs too much. 

He swishes the soiled brush in the clear glass pitcher, and then dips it into a darker purple, repeating the motions over, and over again. 

His hands carefully maneuver your torso, sometimes dropping down to your hips so that he can angle you ever so slightly to the right, or to the small of your back as he asks you to slowly turn onto your stomach. It feathers up to your neck, and sometimes your shoulders, brushing your hair out of the way or pressing a little harder to have you straighten out. But, this....it lighted your insides with a fire you couldn’t describe. 

Your skin prickling with licks of light and darts of heat. The hairs on your skin rising everytime his fingers dance over your body or graze much too softly to be accidental. And your cheeks igniting with a heat caused by the intimacy of the feeling of his breathe fanning over your lower back. 

Brush into the water, paint, then back again. 

You’re basically on your stomach now, and you let go of the blankets you’d been clutching so tightly as you situate yourself so your breasts are completely hidden by the mattress of the bed. Taehyung doesn’t say another word, and continues painting. You’re honestly not sure how long he’s been painting. But you’ve heard stories. 

You’ve even seen some of them, sculptures of naked women or paintings of the nymphs that are too detailed to be a guess. You’d heard the panicked whispers of gossipers in town, those who were bold enough to speak of the god that ruled your entire lives, talking about the way Apollo would seduce hundreds of women with his art and his music, his beauty, and his sweet words.

And you’ve seen it too, in person. Even the slightest movement, the way he moves his hair out of his eyes, or licks his lips when he’s focused. Even his gaze, sharp and dark, yet intentionally gentle, is provocative in nature, whether or not the god is trying to. His jaw and nose seemed to be shaven of marble by the world’s most talented sculptors, hair and eyes so dark even Hades would envy. Hands so beautiful, fingers long and slender, yet possible of so much destruction, and so much blessing. 

Now, resting two inches below your breast, wrapped around your rib. Lovely. 

Time ticks by, and slowly, you become used to the sensations. Your eyelids become heavy. Taehyung continues painting. 

It was a bit odd, too quick and too disorienting the way you ended up here. You had stumbled upon a beautiful field of purple flowers one day, lavender, you think, by the smell of the field. Your parents were elsewhere picking flowers for an event, and then one moment you were playing with the flowers, and then at another, you were whisked into a room of light. 

Chosen, by the gods. 

The highest honor a young woman could ever desire. 

And then, he’d revealed himself, dimming down the luminescence so you could at least open your eyes and adjust to his features. He’d introduced himself as Taehyung, and he told you he’d chosen you because of art. You had no idea then, and you’re still confused now. You were never particularly interested in arts, much less the arts, and had never played an instrument well or sung like your sister. Your interests lay elsewhere. But he’d just smirked knowingly. His beauty captivating you and everyone else. Your parents were ecstatic and your community put on a shrine for Apollo in the center of the town, and it was too late. Everyone was under his spell. 

When he’s in human form, he spends most of his time here, in a studio, in which constant warm sunlight filtered through windows covered with long, cascading white curtains. From wall to wall, lay canvas or hides covered with intricate paintings of history, portraits of other gods, landscapes you’d never seen or heard of before. Everyday, you would come in, mix the list of colors and pigments that he demanded, and you would leave. 

Until today. 

“Let me paint on you.” He suggests, tone light as if discussing the weather. 

“I-I beg your pardon?” you almost drop the bottle of crushed cayenne. 

He sits on his stool, gently running a towel over his brushes. “I said,” he looks up at you, “I will paint on you.” 

“Where?” You blurt, and at his eyebrow’s flicker, you bow your head gently, “where would you paint?” 

He stands from his stool, slowly taking steps towards you, and you inch backwards, step by step, until he’s a hairs-breadth away from you, and your knees hit a bed. 

Immediately, by reflex, you scramble, arms coming up to cover your chest and you screech, “Please! Don’t!” 

He watches you from a standing position with his hands still occupied by the towel and the brush, and an eyebrow raising into his long hair. He laughs lowly, the chuckle sounding throughout the temple. “Human, I won’t do such things to you.” He chuckles, setting down his tools and sitting at the edge of the bed. “I prefer consenting women. Makes it much more fun.” He laughs to himself again, and stands, heading towards his pigments. 

“Take off your shirt, I won’t look. Cover yourself up with the linens there, but I want to paint on your side.” 

You let out a heavy breath, and roll your eyes secretly as you cast off the top of your dress, your back towards him. Gathering up the white soft blankets, you press them to your bare chest and lay on your side, careful to not let anything show. The rest of your skirt remains bunched around your waist, down to your ankles. 

He comes over with his palette. 

“Now. No looking,” he states, and smirks up at you. 

“Wake up.” 

“Human, wake up.” His low voice timbers through the fogginess of your mind, and you blink once, and twice before darting up with the covers pressed to your chest. 

“Be careful,” he hisses, a hand heavy on your shoulder to make sure you don’t move too quickly, “The paint is still not completely dry, and even yet, you can still smear it. Stand.” He holds out a hand to you, and you warily gather as much fabric against your chest out of the way of the painting before standing with him. You can see a glimpse of a few of the purples, blues, and lilacs he’d been dipping into earlier, curling around your side. 

“I want you to see it here,” he murmurs, and you follow him to the huge mirror on one side of the studio. 

You approach it, bundled up in white, and he lays his hands on your shoulders, and turns you slowly so you catch a glimpse of your where your shoulder blade is. 

It’s stunning. 

Swirls of lilac, lavender, purple, darker blues, limes, greens, and even golds and silvers spin together into a marvelous mural of a lavender field. The flowers start from your right shoulder blade, curling up inquisitively to your shoulder and neck, and drops down to your mid-back and borders your ribs and your side there. 

“It’s...gorgeous.” You breathe out, and Taehyung lets out a low chuckle at how breathless you sound. His eyes in the mirror are trained onto your back as well. 

“Do you recognize it?” He murmurs, and you nod. “The field...the lavender field where you...chose me.” 

“Where I chose you.” He echoes, and his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the mirror. “Precisely. Because you are art.” He murmurs, and you finally turn your head from the mirror to where Taehyung stands in front of you. 

He reaches out, eyes fanning your features, and a finger intertwining with a lock of your hair. 

[shhhhyoursister]

hey could u maybe do #3. “please don’t cry” for davenzi? I seriously love you for writing so much 💜

okay so lmao i just spent like 45 mins writing a parent!davenzi thing for this and i left the app to look for a baby name and just came back and that fic is gone so i guess i’ll start again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i hope you like the name i chose i didn’t know what to do so i went with something cute and vaguely italian!!!!!! also i hope it’s okay that i took it in this direction i was feeling inspired!!!!!

David loved being a father. He had technically only been one for a month (a months and 11 days, to be exact), but he could already tell that it was going to be his biggest accomplishment. Isabella was perfect, somehow managing to look as if David and Matteo had conceived a child together; hair that they could tell was going to grow in dark blonde and a little curly, a button nose that David had actually cried over multiple times, and dark brown eyes that were so beautiful that David could’ve spent hours staring into them (and he did).

It made more sense for Matteo to stay at home with her, and while David loved his job, directing and filming and editing was way less entertaining when he had a sweet, soft, cuddly baby at home, and a husband who he knew was exhausted because of her. The only thing that got David through the work day were the multiple pictures and texts that Matteo would send, of her or about her. He would get updates on her eating and health (David didn’t think he needed to know everytime Matteo changed her diaper and the contents of it, but he appreciated being kept in the loop), anytime she did anything particularly cute (he had gotten a text once that said she smiled!!!!!! i think it was just gas but still!!!! and he had immediately made the attached picture the new background on his phone).

He also got the not so nice updates. One night, he was staying late to finish editing something so he could have the whole weekend just for himself, his husband, and his daughter, when his cell rang. When he saw it was Matteo he panicked, and fumbled with the phone, because Matteo almost never called him at work.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is Bella okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine,” Matteo said, and David sighed with relief but he could hear the exhaustion and defeat and tears in Matteo’s voice as he continued, “I just can’t get her to fucking sleep.”

“You’ve fed her, and changed her, right? Have you tried sitting in that chair and singing? What about one of the books?” David ran through all of the ways they had managed to get her to sleep before in his mind, trying to think of a helpful suggestion for his obviously overwhelmed husband.

“Yeah, obviously, I fucking know what I’m doing David, I’m the one who spends every night with her.” Matteo snapped, and David snapped his mouth shut.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. How do you want me to help, baby?” David could tell that Matteo wasn’t actually angry, and that responding angrily himself would only make things worse. He wanted to help, but also knew he had at least another hour before he could get home.

“Fuck, sorry, don’t apologize. I’m sorry I yelled. It’s been a long day,” Matteo said, and David could hear the beginnings of what he thought was going to be Matteo crying, before he heard a sharper wail in the background, and an exasperated sigh from his husband, before he heard, “oh my god, I can’t even fucking sit down for a second.”

David tried to calm Matteo down a little as he heard him walk down the hall to Bella’s room, and he heard the door creak open the tiniest bit before Matteo was cooing, “No, piccola mia, please don’t cry.”

He heard Matteo grunt as he lifted the sobbing baby to his shoulder, and David could hear the cries get louder as the her mouth got closer to the phone. He listened to Matteo speak to her in a gentle voice, switching between German and Italian like he tended to do (David could tell that he didn’t even notice he was doing it), and after what felt like five minutes of David sitting silently on the phone, the crying stopped.

“Oh, thank god, she fell asleep again.” Matteo said, and David could hear just how relieved he was about that.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep? I’ll take over when I’m home, but you know they said to sleep when she’s sleeping.” That was a piece of advice he knew Matteo took to heart, and his nap schedule was almost as organized and planned out as the baby’s.

“I still have to clean up from dinner, and she spit up on the couch so I have to deal with that too, and there’s still laundry to fold,” David heard Matteo collapse onto a couch before laughing a little humorlessly and saying, “being a housewife is much less glamorous than I was expecting.”

“I’ll be sure to get you some flowers and a bottle of champagne on my way home, I can’t have you leaving because of a lack of glamour.” David grinned against the phone, wishing he could be there to see the exhausted chuckle that Matteo let out.

“Yeah, flowers and champagne would make up for the puke and the shit and the drool. None of that is particularly glamorous.” Matteo said, sounding a little happier than he had at the beginning of the call.

“I’ll be sure to do that, but if you don’t need me I’m going to go, okay?“

“I always need you.”

David felt his cheeks blush, embarrassed that he was still so affected by the things his husband said often, and he laughed a little before saying, “Me too, babe. But I’ll be home in an hour, an hour and a half tops, okay?”

They hung up after exchanging their usual I love you’s, and David started working again. He stopped for a second to respond to the text he got about 10 minutes later that just said she woke up again, and he finished editing as fast as he could so he could get home, kiss Matteo, and send him off to bed. He was dead tired but looking forward to being able to hold Isabella again, missing her in a way that made him twitch.

The house was warm when he got inside, and he shrugged his coat off and toed off his shoes as he called down the hall, “Matteo?”

He started walking in, surprised when he didn’t hear crying or other general baby noises, and he tilted his head when the kitchen was empty. He wandered more, getting a little nervous, but when he reached the living room and looked at the sight on the couch, he felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes.

Matteo was splayed out shirtless on his back, because they knew how important skin-to-skin contact was for babies, with Bella lying in the middle of his chest, her tiny eyes open and blinking around the room. Matteo was knocked out, snoring a little with how heavy he was suddenly sleeping, and David grinned before walking in, and scooped the baby off of him.

“Hey, trouble maker,” he said, trailing a finger down her tiny cheek before leaning in to kiss her on the forehead, “you’ve been driving him crazy today, haven’t you?”

He cooed at her for a few minutes, kissing her cheeks and letting her tiny hands wrap around his fingers, and he pulled her in tight and breathed in the new-baby smell before he heard, “Oh, hey, when did you get here?”

David looked down and saw Matteo blinking up at him, rubbing a hand across his eyes, his other hand coming up to tug on the hem of David’s shirt. David switched Bella onto his shoulder, and cradled the back of her head as he leaned down to kiss Matteo on the forehead.

“A few minutes ago, now get up, you’re going to bed.”

“Wait, wait, I haven’t finished cleaning yet,” Matteo tried to protest as he got up, but in the same breath he was collapsing against David’s unoccupied shoulder, and yawning loud into his neck. He lifted a hand and placed it over David’s on the baby’s back.

“Matteo, you’re about two seconds away from passing out,” David said, wrapping his other arm around his husband’s waist, “let me finish up, I’ll come to bed when I’m done.”

Matteo pulled back and smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him and poured so much love and gratitude and relief into it that David could feel it, before he looked down at the baby against David’s shoulder.

“I don’t get it,” he said, moving Bella’s hair back into place and stroking her cheek like David had.

“Don’t get what?” David whispered back, noticing that the baby’s eyes were sliding shut a little bit, and that she didn’t seem to be fighting it, and he held a finger up to his lips to warn Matteo to be quiet as she started breathing deeper, and more evenly as she fell back asleep.

“I’ve felt like ripping my hair out and jumping out the window all day,” Matteo whispered back, shaking his head, “but I still love her so fucking much.”

David smiled, looking down again at the baby sleeping baby in his arms, and the man smiling softly in his arms, and he was filled with so much that he felt like he was going to explode.

“I’m pretty sure there’s some brain chemical that stops people from throwing their babies when they don’t stop crying,” David said, and he grinned when Matteo snorted and rolled his eyes, “evolution is a beautiful thing.”

Matteo took a step back and shoved him gently, before walking back and bumping his head into David’s shoulder before kissing him there, and then his cheek, and then he moved so he could cover Isabella’s face in kisses.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I go sleep?” Matteo said, looking dead on his feet, and David gently shoved him toward their bedroom as he looked around the house, making a mental checklist of things he needed to do to make Matteo’s night end faster.

“Yeah, it’s probably better that you do. Can’t have you passing out when you’re the only one home with her, she’ll get into the booze!”

Matteo laughed from where he was leaning against the doorframe to their bedroom, smiling wider than David had seen in a few days, and he looked back up with a smile to say, “Yeah, and the weed, too.”

They both laughed at the horror of their statements before Matteo yawned, walked over to give them each one more kiss, and then went off to bed. David looked down at the sleeping baby on his shoulder and walked to her room as quietly as he could, placing her in her bed, and sighing when she didn’t start crying again.

David cleaned as thoroughly but as quickly as he could and managed to finish pretty quick, and he was almost falling asleep as he changed out of his clothes from the day, and he sighed when he slid into bed behind Matteo, and curled up against his bare back and wrapped his arms around his waist. He let a hand rest on Matteo’s stomach so he could feel the deep, steady breaths, and after a few minutes David was knocked out too.

They were both woken up a couple of hours later by another wail, and they looked at each other for a second before David realized that there was no way he could make Matteo get up and do it, so he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and got up with a “I’ve got it babe, go back to sleep.”

[buriedinbleach]

Am I the only one who thinks that Byakuya talking dirty is incredibly hot. Imagine that hoity toity, butter wouldn't melt voice telling you EXACTLY how many fingers are going where once you get home. Ahhhhhhhhhh help

How am I supposed to help with this?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? I’m weak for a deep voice. And just to be clear, whenever you guys have me writing for Byakuya, I’m reminded of how hot he is. Agh! Did I need another name to add to my thirst list?! Probably… 😏

Sorry this seemed to have gotten buried in my inbox for so long!

*Cut for length... and smut, of course* (unless mobile decided to be an asshole about it)

*I think everyone HC’s Byakuya as someone who has a little wilder side than that austere, apathetic, noble demeanor would suggest. That youthful hot-head persona is still lurking just beneath the surface of that glacial pond.

*However, you would be the only one who gets to see - and feel - that wild side. And only ever in private… with one unexpected exception.

*Byakuya absolutely takes advantage of the fact that no one would ever expect anything improper from the Captain of the Sixth Division and 28th Head of the Kuchiki Clan. Its easy enough for him to get away with his act when even you seem to forget what he’s really like underneath all of that stuffy nonsense.

*He chooses his moment carefully for prime shock value. But he can never resist sneaking in a quick whisper in your ear when he watches you interact so easily and skillfully with his noble family members.

*You could have thought you glimpsed Byakuya safely across the room only a minute before, but somehow the second the crowd of old curmudgeonly women you’re speaking to departs, his firm muscles are pressing into your back and that sinful voice is in your ear.

*Byakuya lips ghost over your ear, his eyes coldly fixate on a far away point so no one suspects anything romantic is going on. His soothing, deep voice fills you with molten heat that bubbles to life with every commanding whisper. (Byakuya is still the dom even if he has to appear to have immaculate manners.)

*Soon it would become a game: how fast could he get you out of there and back home; or how long you could out.

*He would start out slowly, telling you how beautiful your dress is, followed up with how he’s much more interested in what’s underneath that beautiful dress, and that he’d like to watch you take it off slowly for him at home. Having laid the initial groundwork, Byakuya leaves again.

*Unfortunately, its not just his words that have the ability of getting you hot and bothered (though they will). It’s the way he catches your eyes across the room that really does it. Everytime you look for him, he’s already been watching you, his cool, gun-metal grey gaze shoots right to your core. Your eyes will meet for a fraction of a second before Byakuya looks away again - just enough for you to notice how warm his eyes look when he’s looking only at you.

*While you’re suitably distracted, he’ll appear at your back again, seemingly out of nowhere. This time, he discreetly trails once finger up the back of your thigh while he brings his lips to your ear. You take deep, slow breaths; a jolt of electricity races down your spine when Byakuya finally speaks, transitioning fluidly from how soft your skin looks, to how good it feels.

*Byakuya will coolly remind you that he knows the softest spot on you - or rather, in you. He’ll whisper that he can’t wait to feel you clench around him, or humm in your ear how he wants to watch you writhe beneath him when he brushes your clit and curls just right.

*He almost never gets any further than that before you’re flushed and panting for breath. Byakuya calmly explains that you aren’t feeling well and it would be best to take you home. With the state you’re in, they believe it. Most of the nobles in the Seireitei think you’re very ill after three social gatherings end this exact same way.

*Once you’re out of view, Byakuya would scoop you up and use his fastest shunpo to get you home. He’s teased you enough, but it was at a cost to himself. He’s already half-hard by the time you leave the party, and listening to you moan his name against his neck on the way home finishes the job.

*The door to the bedroom barely latches shut before he’s pulling off your clothes, leaving your beautiful lingerie on just a little longer.

*All his previous urgency moments before fades away and he’s back to calm, collected, steamy-but-cool Byakuya who can’t help but tease you a little more. The rest of the night is something like this:

He eases you down into the futon. Byakuya’s warm muscles blanket one side of your body, holding your wrists above your head with one hand, he traces the curve of your stomach with the other - slowly dipping lower.

“As soft as you are here,” his fingers ghost over breast, making you whimper. “It’s nothing compared to here.” This time, his fingers trace your damp slit over the fabric, applying just enough pressure to make you moan.

Byakuya’s warm lips brush against the shell of your ear; his words are even and controlled, but you can hear the heat - feel the hunger - inside of him. “No, that’s still not the softest part of you,” he deftly pulls your underwear out of the way, sinking one finger into your heat. The second your mouth opens in a gasp, Byakuya adds a second finger, devouring every moan pushed past your lips.

“That is the softest part.” His fingers skim your sweet spot. Moaning, you throw your arms around his shoulders, angling your hips up against his palm as it grinds against your clit.

Byakuya’s lips move slowly over your ear, along your jaw, and down your neck. His hand quickens its pace, pulsing, curling, rocking - the fire deep inside your stomach began to creep and consume your body slowly. It crackled and snapped at your oversensitive nerves, numbing your mind to everything but his warm, thick voice in your ear, and his hand stoking the fire to life from deep within you.

“ah! Love, I-” Your body began to twitch and flutter.

His tongue traces the shell of your ear, your fingers sink into his muscles while you try to choke back moans of his name. “Come for me, ___. Let me feel you.” The dark, lustful, syrupy tone of his voice pushes you over the edge.

Byakuya kisses you deeply - slowly - when your walls contract around his fingers, pulling against the hardness filling you. ‘Not quite what I was hoping for, but gods he really knows what he’s doing!’ When you pull away, gasping for breath, he continues stroking you through your release, easing you back down while teasing your nipple through the lace bra.

As the stars begin to fade from your field of vision, Byakuya peels your underwear off and kneels between your thighs, massaging your muscles and caressing your soft skin. His lips brush across your neck, tasting each gasping breath you draw while tightening your legs around his hips.

He smiled.

Byakuya’s lips parted, his warm tongue ran from your collar bone to your earlobe. Your hips mimic his rolling motion, arching up, craving the friction he promised - and so much more. One grind of his hips against your clit made you throw your head back, moaning for him in a hedonistic tone. Only when you begin relaxing back into the bed do you loosen your muscles enough to feel Byakuya length sinking into your core.

Your nerves sing to life as Byakuya holds your hip, inching forward, dragging over your sweet spots - multiple times if any particular angle made you cry out.

Byakuya’s voice at your ear, his heavy breaths, it all makes you shake in anticipation, just a hairs breadth from ecstasy. “You’re so beautiful, my love. My joy. Let me see you again.”

How could anyone refuse a request like that? As you topple down the euphoric canyon that is your release, you drag Byakuya willingly along with you - whispering in your ear the entire time.

[dougiewonderland]

KNK // A Lazy Day With

Request: Hi~ I was wondering if you could write what a lazy day with each member of KNK would be like? (100% have Be Lazy by Day6 going through my head rn lmao)

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long hun! I included Youjin because you didn’t specify if you wanted him or not so all six members are included.  Also I hope it’s ok that it’s in bullet format - if you’d like mini scenarios for each instead let me know!

Seoham:

Cinnamon roll just wants to wake up with you next to him

He’ll just watch you sleep peacefully for a bit

If you wake up he’ll cuddle you until you guys get hungry enough to get up

Otherwise he’ll get up and make you breakfast in bed

Either way baby boy is making you breakfast (though at this point it’s basically lunch, you guys stayed in bed for a while)

You insist on joining him in the cooking but he makes you sit back and relax

A new movie you guys have been wanting to see is finally out to stream so you guys watch that after you eat

Which leads to you guys watching a bunch of cheesy movies

(Imagine just cuddling on the couch listening to his little squeak laugh I’m not Seoham biased and I’m sOFT)

You guys end up making dinner together

You prank him by putting a little sauce on his nose, but eventually kiss it off

Instead of pranking you back he puts it on your lips to kiss it off (smooth amirite)

And guess what!

A new episode of your favourite drama comes out so you guys watch that while eating dinner

Eventually he falls asleep on your shoulder and you just sit there and admire his adorable sleeping figure

You guys just enjoy the cutest homebody day in your pjs

Dongwon:

(Idk that much about Dongwon yet?? He’s kind of an enigma to me, like he looks so hard and tough on the exterior but he’s a giant cinnamon roll??  I wish I knew more about him)

You wake up before him and just appreciate his gorgeous features for a bit

Eventually he wakes up and sees you watching him

“What’re you looking at?” he blushes as he covers his face with the blanket

“You’d think you’d be used to this after us waking up together countless times”

“Not you looking at me every morning no”

(And imagine that deep voice but even deeper because he still has sleep in his voice uGH)

Even though he’s hiding you see his cheeks in a big smile peeking out from the covers so you know he’s flattered by it

You just cuddle into him and lay your head on his chest, enjoying his warmth and the comfortable silence

Eventually he asks you what you want to do today and when you say you don’t have anything in mind he mentions a small carnival that just started not too far away

Thinking it’d be a cute place to go you nod and give him a kiss, making him blush again

“You know you’re cute, right?” you say, making the blush in his cheeks deeper

You guys take your time getting ready

After you guys get ready you head off towards the carnival, taking your time and walking through parks and along the river on the way

You guys eventually make your way to the carnival, mostly just enjoying people-watching

(You do convince him to go on some rides with you though, like the ferris wheel)

You guys grab food and walk around some more with it, watching kids play games and run around with their stuffed animals

He doesn’t say anything because he knows you guys aren’t near that point yet, but he hopes that one day that can be you guys and your kids

Inseong:

This happy virus

Gotta love him but

Lazy day doesn’t mean quiet day

(Don’t get me wrong I love this man, somehow this dork is my bias)

He’ll just quietly lie next to you playing with your hair as you sleep

Until he thinks of something funny then he’s just laying there trying to stifle his laugh

And you wake up to his stifled laugh shaking the bed and him snorting through his hand, just glaring at him

“Sorry~~” he mumbles into your shoulder as he envelopes you in a hug, still trying to contain his laughter, now from your face when you woke up

You’re just too cute, he can’t help it

“Ya, what’re you laughing at now?!” you say when you see him laughing again

“I know you’re annoyed but you’re just so cute~ I can’t help it.  Now love meeeee” he says as he plasters any part of you he can reach with kisses

You guys eventually get up and change out of your pajamas into...more pajamas

At least it’s a clean pair

Inseong suggests a movie marathon which honestly sounds great to you

Y’all binge movies and popcorn all day until you decide it’s time for real food, so you guys get dressed and head to a nearby cafe/bistro place that sells salads and sandwiches you guys love

He just stares at you lovingly during your little date, blushing and smiling every time you catch him

But it’s ok, you keep stealing your own glances

He may be a butt that wakes you up, but he’s your butt and you love him

Jihun:

I feel like even on a lazy day off Jihun wouldn’t want to stay home all day

It’s one of his rare days off with you, he wants to enjoy it and take you out

He wakes up a little before you, and watches you sleep peacefully for a little 

He likes chatting with you in bed before getting ready for the day

Once you wake up you cuddle into him while you chat a little

“Good morning jagi, how’d you sleep?”

After chatting a little, you guys get up and get ready to head out to breakfast together at a local place you both love

As you guys get ready next to each other he gives you little pecks and smiles at you in the mirror

He holds your hand as you guys walk to breakfast

He giggles and plays with your fingers as you guys wait for your food

Boy just loves the subtle affection of holding your hand

You guys just have a really fluffy soft breakfast time together

You guys just wander around and do some window shopping

He gets you a sweater he thinks you’d be really cute in that you liked

You guys pick up some ingredients to make dinner together on your way home

You enjoy feeding each other parts of the dinner as you make it to taste test (and because you guys are getting hungry as you prep the food)

When it gets dark you guys sit on your balcony together and watch the city lights

Jihun sings to you and runs his fingers through his hair as you cuddle in bed because he knows it calms you and puts you to sleep

Heejun:

Wakes you up with a tickle fight

“Ya, sleepyhead!  I miss you, now wake up and spend time with me!”

You try to resist to no avail, there’s no resisting the tickle master

You may lose at all the tickle fights, but you could have the upper hand in, let’s say

A pillow fight?

Pillow discreetly in hand, you take the first chance to take a swing at him

“Ya!  Ok, you win! So mean~” he says as he cuddles into you

“That’s what you get for not letting me sleep in”

“You had all night to sleep, now it’s time to spend the day with me~”

“And what is it you want to do on your day off?”

Instead of answering you he just clicks on the TV with a movie queued up to play

He clings to you like a koala bear as you guys watch the movie, occasionally grazing your sides to let you know you didn’t really win before

You guys pause the movie to order takeout

As it’s his day off you let him pick what to eat and he picks chicken

At least it got you guys out of bed, even if it is in the afternoon

Eventually you guys are just chilling in the living room with a show on in the background

You’re reading a book as he starts strumming on his guitar, humming along to something

You join in the humming and he flashes you his gummy smile because he rarely gets this side of you (you insist he’s the singer not you after all)

Youjin:

One of the things he’s most proud of in your relationship

Besides asking you out of course

Is that he got you into video games, especially ones he likes to play

Any day off you guys get, you guys play together

You might even be more into it than he is

Honestly it kinda scares him a little

When you get into stuff you get SERIOUS about it

But that’s something he loves about you at the same time

But everytime one of you wins a round, the other gives the winner a kiss

Eventually you guys get hungry and you’re both craving that new food truck down the street

So you guys head down and get some, as well as some snacks and drinks from the local convenience store

And that’s your big excursion for the day

You guys eat your food outside because it’s a beautiful day and you don’t want to lock yourselves up all day

After you eat you take your convenience store haul back home and settle back into playing games, this time opting for some cooperative gameplay

After several successful rounds, you guys decide to turn in for the night

Instead of going to bed you guys just lay there and talk about anything and everything for hours before finally drifting off to sleep

[luxexhomines]

I love this blog! Can you do kokichi, tenko, kiibo, and kaede with an s/o who has to deal with catcalling everytime they go outside?

Thank you, lovely anon ♡ And thanks for requesting! My first time writing for four characters in imagines, heh ^^ It took me a while, so I might consider changing my rules. I’m considering just asking all requesters to specify bullet points or formal, but then I’d probably end up turning down a lot of people bc they didn’t read my rules, so…probably not. Maybe I’ll just say that it’ll be up to my discretion. If anyone has any suggestions or input, feel free to let me know!

Short announcement! I got a bunch of requests today, which is most likely due to qosic reblogging my tiny little description and while I feel a little guilty because it’s almost like I just used them, I am super thankful for their support!!! If you haven’t checked out qosic before, definitely take a look, because their art is. the definition of art, to put it plainly. They have this impressionistic style sometimes & sometimes more focused & both are so emotive and gorgeous!! Their new fanbook, Thrills, Chills & Kills is out right now for preorders, and preorders end tomorrow! I ordered a copy myself; it’s only $20 for 65+ pages!!

I’m not sure if I properly portrayed catcalling & hopefully, the reactions are all in-character. Kokichi’s is the longest because I wrote his first and for the rest, I figured I shouldn’t drag them on too long. Longer isn’t always better, after all ;;; 

Warning for minor swearing! Under the cut for the length. 

Kokichi, Tenko, Kiibo, & Kaede x S/O Who is Constantly Catcalled

Kokichi Ouma

Man, you were just out on a date with your boyfriend. Why’d this have to happen?

Kokichi was currently engaged in a competition of the knife game against one of the many guys that had catcalled you earlier, singing, “Oh, I have all my fingers. The knife goes chop chop chop–if I miss the spaces in between my fingers will come off,” and more. Yes, he had all the lyrics memorized, and yes it was real knives the two were stabbing between their fingers. You get the idea.

The two of you had just been strolling along the street and chatting when a guy on the street wolf-whistled as you passed, and when you ignored him like you do to all catcallers, he followed you two and grabbed your shoulder roughly.

“Hey, you wanna ditch this shortie and come have some fun with me?”

Kokichi was used to you being catcalled. But this man touched you with his filthy hands. He steps in between you and the man swiftly, chopping his hand off of your shoulder and giving him a horrifying smile, his purple eyes narrowing as he holds out a hand.

“You have to beat ‘this shortie’ in a game if you want her.”

The guy bellows with laughter.

“You hear that, beautiful? He thinks all you’re worth is a simple game. Okay, if that’s all it takes,” he grins wolfishly.

You sighed and put a hand to your forehead, exasperated and yet somewhat amused. That man had no idea what he was in for–a simple game, he called it? It was obvious he would never beat Kokichi. And the fact that Kokichi was doing it right here out in the streets made it clear that he was trying to make an example of this poor man.

“Okay, let’s do the knife game,” Kokichi clapped his hands together. Now his opponent was looking a little nervous, shifting his weight around slightly.

“The knife game? You mean with pencils, right? Sure–”

“No. I meant with real knives,” Kokichi laughs. “What do you think, we’re middle schoolers?”

The man shows an expression of resentment and anger.

“Well, where are you going to get those knives from, smartass?”

Kokichi simply digs into his uniform and pulls out two knives. Okay, you didn’t know he was carrying that around with him, but you weren’t exactly surprised. It was Kokichi the two of you were talking about, after all. The guy is completely taken aback, but now that he’s agreed, he doesn’t back off and instead offers a sweaty smile, perhaps wondering what exactly he’s gotten himself into.

Somehow, they manage to borrow a small table and two chairs and set up right on the street to one side, and pedestrians walk by, looking at them curiously, and Kokichi hands one knife to the man.

They begin playing, of which the choice of game is making you anxious since Kokichi could actually get hurt, but at the same time, you know Kokichi is sly and agile enough that he won’t cut himself except on purpose. The game goes on for a while, and you can see the man getting more and more worked up. The sweat is practically dripping off his beaky nose as he leans over his hand with the knife.

Then you see his eyes dart out from his hand, toward Kokichi’s figure, and sensing something terribly wrong, you run toward Kokichi and wrap yourself around him as the man’s knife comes straight toward the two of you. You close your eyes, but you don’t feel anything, and when you open them, you see Kokichi has his arm out from under your tight embrace, parrying the man. He’s giving the man a monstrous smile. One that was just more terrifying than the one that came before. And in a low voice that, despite how quiet it is, emphasizes every syllable of his words, he says,

“I was going to forgive you after this game. But then you had to go and do this. What would you have done if you had hurt s/o, huh?” The man stutters, but is unable to formulate a response–neither does Kokichi let him form one. “Looks like you’re really playing to get hurt.”

Kokichi’s eyes have a dangerous tint, and they shine darkly as he gently pushes you off of him and stalks toward the man. In less than a moment, his knife is pressed against the man’s throat, and you put a hand to your mouth. Kokichi would never kill someone. But this display isn’t looking good to anyone that would walk by. And then you notice that there are no passerby, strangely enough.

“I-I’m sorry,” the man whimpers. “Please let me go, that was an accident.”

Kokichi’s attitude takes a complete turnaround, and he puts both knives away–when’d he get the second one, anyway? He smiles innocently, putting his hand out for a handshake.

“Okay, I guess I’ll forgive you. Good game!”

The man eyes the proffered hand with the most fear you’ve ever seen someone look at a handshake with. But he slowly reaches out and shakes it, letting go less than a second later, and he walks away at an abnormally high speed.

You turn toward Kokichi, suspicion evident in your eyes.

“What did you do to him?”

He laughs.

“Nothing! What makes you think I’d do anything to him?”

You cross your arms in front of you. You weren’t budging.

“You definitely did something to him. Why else would you shake his hand like that?”

Kokichi only smiles playfully.

“Oh, are you jealous? Want to shake my hand?”

And he holds out his other hand, his purple hair bouncing slightly as he thrusts his hand forward. You’re wary, but you hum with a smile and grasp his hand.

“I don’t particularly care about shaking it, but I am rather partial to holding it,” you reply, taking it.

Even after some pestering, Kokichi won’t reveal what he’s done, so you just leave it at that, knowing that he wouldn’t do something too terrible. …Right?

The two of you walk hand in hand all the way home, idly chatting and swinging your arms in high-spirits. Upon reaching home, he pecks your nose lightly with a kiss, offering a whimsical smile.

“Those insects don’t stand a chance against me.”

Chuckling, you put a sweet kiss on his lips, mumbling against them.

“You know it.”

Tenko Chabashira

You had suggested going out for a walk with Tenko so you could stretch your legs and get some exercise–not to mention, spend some quality time with your girlfriend. But not long after you entered the park, a degenerate male called out to you and whooped.

“Hey, beautiful!”

You groaned inwardly, suddenly realizing what an awful idea it was to bring Tenko out with you to a place where a lot of men might be around. Tenko abruptly stopped with your hand still clutched in hers, and turned, throwing a glare at him.

“Don’t even throw as much as a glance at s/o, you degenerate male. Your filthy eyes don’t deserve such a pure and gorgeous sight. I don’t want you dirtying my s/o.”

The man was clearly incensed as he stood, assuming an offensive stance.

“What did you say? I’m just being appreciative.”

She lets go of your hand and gestures for you to move back further behind her.

“Don’t go too far, s/o,” she calls before bringing her attention back to the man before her, who doesn’t exactly look like a pushover.

Yes, you were worried, but you didn’t think you could stop Tenko. She was similarly incited by his words–and, well, his existence as a male, and you had faith in her. Sometimes you liked to spar with her, even if it almost always ended up in your defeat.

She engages him in a fight and soon enough is half-pummeling him into the ground. He doesn’t look so good as he struggles to stand and run away.

“You’re crazy!” he cries out. When Tenko moves to chase after him, you wrap your arms around her midriff from behind swiftly. You don’t even know how you caught her.

“Don’t, Tenko. He’s not worth it.”

You feel some of the tension sink from her shoulders, and she assumes a resting position as you slowly let go of her. You see her biting her lower lip in aggravation and lean in to place a kiss on her cheek in an attempt to calm her down.

“Thank you, Tenko,” you smile. “You’re always protecting me so chivalrously.”

Instead, your touch had the opposite effect, and her cheeks are colored with red.

“I-I didn’t do anything special,” she stutters, pushing her index fingers together anxiously. “It’s only natural to protect someone as beautiful and wonderful as you from corrupt men like him!”

You give her a quick hug. She’s made of muscle, yes, but every bit as soft and cuddly, too.

“Thanks anyway, Tenko. Not everyone would have the strength or bravery to help me like that,” you respond, a lopsided smile flitting across your features.

She concedes defeat, and hand in hand, the two of you journey through the park undisturbed. There was no one within a mile that hadn’t taken note of Tenko’s fighting prowess and her mercilessness toward behavior like catcalling you. It was nice to be able to just enjoy yourself while out and about for once without worrying about strangers catcalling you or potentially stalking you home, and you squeezed Tenko’s hand with affection, sometimes leaning your head against her shoulder as you walked.

Kiibo

The two of you are out shopping in the mall and–yes–looking for clothes for Kiibo. You had just walked out of the store, arm-in-arm with Kiibo and several bags hanging from your wrist, over the moon about getting to see Kiibo wear the new purchases and getting to spoil him for once. It was surprisingly difficult to spoil robots, after all–you couldn’t exactly buy Kiibo food or drink, after all, and sometimes he wouldn’t have any use for certain material objects or see the use in them.

Then you heard a voice call after you.

“Hey, where you going with that hunk of metal, gorgeous?”

You usually ignored the catcalling and had a general agreement with Kiibo to not pay any attention to it, especially on your dates out. But you were incensed by the hunk of metal comment. You stopped in your step and swiveled around, giving the man a death stare as you felt Kiibo looking on in surprise.

“None of your business. And he’s my handsome hunk of metal, so bugger off,” you say before turning to leave. But Kiibo’s still facing the man, and you look back at him, putting a hand to his shoulder. “Kiibo?”

He’s looking at the man pointedly and then looks back at you.

“Shall I go teach him a lesson?” he asks. Which is pretty out of character for him, considering that he was made with the strength of an old man. You give him a confused look.

“What do you mean, teach him a lesson?”

Kiibo grins.

“Oh, exactly what it sounds like.”

You only feel more bewildered, but now Kiibo has walked off, and you’re left there watching as he engages the man in conversation. Nothing like beating the man up, of course. You don’t exactly see how Kiibo is teaching the man a lesson, but the other party seems more aggravated the longer the conversation carries on and then suddenly storms off angrily. You did have to admit that it made for a pretty good show, and you laughed as you watched a triumphant Kiibo return to your side.

“What did you do to him, Kiibo? He looked furious.”

Kiibo holds up a finger as he explains.

“I was lecturing to him about the history of sexism, objectifying women and robots and how his catcalling is contributing to a toxic culture in society,” Kiibo clarifies. “He was being quite irrational, and eventually, he got frustrated and ran away with his tail between his legs.”

You chuckle, thoroughly entertained and pleased, and press a kiss to his cheek firmly.

“Thanks, Kiibo. Trust you to counteract unreasonable people without engaging in violence or underhanded methods,” you say.

He flushes all kinds of red, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

“Of course! A-And it was for you, so…” he trails off as you kiss him a second time, this time on his lips, which are not soft, but surprisingly pleasantly warm.

Kaede Akamatsu

The two of you are crammed like sardines in a crowded subway and are chatting amiably when someone calls out to you.

“Hey, sexy!”

You groan audibly, but otherwise, don’t respond. Kaede, however, actively makes an effort to move and face the offender, crossing her arms and looking highly unamused.

“Hey, creepy. Why don’t you creep off?” she snaps.

Kaede’s not tolerant of this kind of behavior in the least, although if the comment was directed at her instead of you she might just settle for giving the culprit a hard look and physically moving away from the person. However, in such a tight space, there’s no way the two of you can actually swim through all the people.

The man stares at her.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he tries to explain.

Kaede rolls her eyes and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

“I know, dumbass. This is my partner,” she retorts in a prickly manner. You feel the need to diffuse the situation, but simultaneously know that Kaede is more than capable of handling herself and bite back your words, only putting your arm around her back in response and throwing the man a diffident look.

You see the man grit his teeth, but there’s nothing he can do in such a crowded space. Or so you thought.

“You two bitches! I don’t even care about you two. I just called out to you because you looked easy,” he taunted. Clearly, his ego had taken a blow.

Kaede looks ready to go and take his head off as you feel her grip on your tighten, but she keeps control of herself.

“Okay, then,” she says in an even voice. “What makes you think even a prostitute would give trash like you the time of day?”

If the man wasn’t angry before, he sure is now.

“You’re playing with fire, missy! I can get any woman or man. I’m a very wealthy and influential man,” he says, adjusting his suit’s tie pretentiously.

Kaede scoffs derisively.

“Mhm, you can get almost anyone with your money. But you can’t get this one,” she glances at you, “or this one, for that matter,” she says as she points at herself.

The subway doors open, and the two of you step out as the man stares after you two in shock, frozen in his fury.

You put your shoulder against Kaede’s as the two of you settle into two seats in a new subway, this time more empty and without that man.

“Better?” she asks softly.

You nod, smiling.

“Much better. Although, it was kind of nice to see you bashing him like that. Sometimes I forget you have that side to you,” you say, kissing her neck gently.

You feel her shake slightly with laughter, and you give her a couple more soft kisses in response.

“Hey, that tickles!” she protests, but her love for you is evident as she kisses your hair affectionately.

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Derek- I’m Right Here

Request-  Can you write an imagine with Derek Hale? Reader is dating with him for a long time and she starts to notice that a stranger man is following her everywhere. That man seems very scary and he even tries to catch her, so she doesn't want to go anywhere alone. But reader hasn't told Derek about that man, so one night Derek texts her to meet him in the woods. That man follows her again and even tries to hurt or rape her, but Derek saves her at time. I know it's a mess, but I hope you'll understand!

A/N- I’m three days away from my last day of EMT class, I passed my final, and I realized I need to do more things for myself. I’m trying to get back into writing, so if you guys are here to read, I’m here to give you some stories. Hope you like it!

“Y/n, two at fifty-four!”

Your brow furrowed as you whisked past the dark-haired hostess at the front of the restaurant. You paused in the breezeway and adjusted your grip on the tray you were carrying. “That’s not even in my section.”

“Trina went out to smoke,” she whispered, leaning across her stand. “She said if the managers asked to say she was in the bathroom, and to not seat her until-”

You sighed. “Reese, she’s not supposed to be doing that. I know you’re new, but you can’t let the other servers walk all over you like that, okay?”

Reese frowned, and looked down at her sandaled feet. “I’m sorry. I kind of have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Look,” you told her. “I’ll take it for now, but as soon as I give sixty-two their drinks I’m telling her to get her ass inside and stop making your job any harder than it has to be. God knows this fucking place makes it hard enough.”

You muttered that last part under your breath, but she smiled as she heard it. You winked at her and headed over to your table, placing down the cokes you had been carrying before pulling out your pad. “Have you guys decided yet?”

You smiled as the couple you were serving told you their order, and glanced out over the railing of the outside seating area. Water from the marina splashed gently up against the deck, and the sun shone brightly down on you and the customers. Perhaps the only glamorous thing about your job, the view that accompanied the restaurant was an excellent distraction from the stress that came with it. It also helped to keep your mind off of how much you missed your boyfriend.

While you were at work half an hour from Beacon Hills, Derek was even farther from home, helping an old friend named Argent defeat whatever supernatural creature was plaguing the Bay Area. It was only six months ago that you had learned all the scary stories you heard growing up were true. Your town was more than just a little bizarre, and the moment you figured that out was the moment that almost ended your life.

You had just started working at the restaurant, and when you when to pick up a tray from the kitchen, one of the cooks happened to drop a searing hot pan of oil nearby. Your arm had been splashed, and while the burn hadn’t been that serious, it was enough for the manager to send you to the hospital.

“Can’t have you suing us later,” he had grumbled, rushing you out the front doors.

You had ended up stuck behind a curtain at Beacon Memorial, waiting in a bed you didn’t need for an hour, when suddenly a man with glowing white eyes burst through the room. He was making strange, animal-like noises and you noticed that he had a mouthful of sharp, jagged teeth.

The hospital must have been slow that day, because after several other patients had been checked out, you were the only one left in the room with the strange creature. That was until Derek Hale burst in, tackling him to the ground and fighting him off.

If anyone asked him about it, Derek would always say that it was you who had saved him. You didn’t really remember it that way, but you did admit that the way you slammed a metal IV pole over the thing’s head was pretty badass. Derek had simply been tossed onto the ground for a few seconds, but you had taken the chance to help him out, and that bravery was what spurred him to ask you out after.

Once you had gotten over your shock, it was no surprise that you said yes. He had basically stopped you from being eaten by a supernatural creature.

You missed him now, and hoped he was being safe fighting monsters. Meanwhile, the most dangerous thing you had to worry about was your bitter manager Stuart. The man was in his late twenties and already balding, and nothing seemed to be good enough for him. He was picky and rude, but you’d take him over a wendigo any day.

“Y/n!” He called as you headed into the kitchen to place your table’s order. “Phone call for you in the office.”

Your heart leap with hope. “Who is it?”

He rolled his eyes. “Who do you think? Make it quick, and tell that goddamn boyfriend of yours to stop bothering you at work. I don’t pay you to take phone calls all day.”

You gritted your teeth and forced a smile. “Sure, Stuart.”

You turned your back on him and headed into the office, picking up the phone and taking it off of hold. “Derek?”

“Hey.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “How’s work going?”

“Not too bad,” you told him, thinking. “Could be a lot worse. How’s the hunting?”

“I’d call it a success. I made it out with most of my body intact last night.”

You swallowed. “Are you okay?”

He laughed softly. “Yes, Y/n. I’m all healed by now.”

“You should still be careful,” you complained. “Derek, I need you home in one piece.”

“I will be. I promise I’ll grow back any limbs I lose.”

You sighed. “That’s not funny. I wish you were coming back sooner.”

“I’ll be home before you know it, baby.”

“I know. Look, I have to get back soon, but be careful, okay?”

“Of course. I don’t have you here to save me this time.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “That’s not how it happened. I have to get back, okay?”

“I know,” he said sadly. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too. You promise you’ll be careful?”

“I swear. Have a good shift, babe.”

“Thanks,” you whispered. “Bye.”

You hung up the phone and headed back out to the front of the restaurant, but before you could walk through the doors, Reese came through them.

“Hey, sorry. I got a phone call. Two at fifty-four, right?”

She shook her head. “Trina came back after one of the busboys said something to Stuart, but someone is sitting in your section.”

“Wait I thought Zach was next in the rotation,” you told her. “Did they just sit down?”

“Sort of. I told him Zach would be his server, but he wouldn’t really listen. He just kept asking for you, so I sat put him in your section. Should I not have done that?”

Reese frowned as she watched your entire body go stiff. “What does he look like?”

“Uh, he’s got dark hair and stubble. He looks like he’s in his thirties. Oh, and he has these really blue eyes. They’re kinda pretty, actually. Did I do something wrong?”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “No. But this guy, if it’s the one I’m thinking of, he always comes in and asks for me. And everytime, he just tries to get really personal and asks me all these weird questions. Sometimes I don’t even know how he knows things about me. Stuart never listens to me because he’s never tried to touch me, but he’s creepy.”

Reese blinked, suddenly looking worried. “Should I tell someone?”

“There’s no use. Last time he complained to Stuart when JD tried to take the table for me.”

“Are you sure?” You sighed. “Yeah. Just seat Zach next okay?”

She bit her lip and nodded. You shot her a weak smile and headed outside. As soon as you pushed the door open, the customer turned his head and smiled at you from across the deck, as if he somehow knew you were coming despite his back being to the restaurant.

Your short heels clicked softly against the wooden floor, but you walked as slow as possible to his table. It was him, the man that came in about every two weeks just to be waited on by you.

He was tall, with light brown hair and icy blue eyes that always seemed to stare right through you. He looked to be in his late thirties, early forties, and he never came with anyone else.

He first showed up about four months ago, and in the beginning he was harmless. He made a few comments about your appearance, but it was never anything crude, and you had had customers say much worse to you. His questions weren’t anything too bad at first, but they quickly became way too personal for your liking, and it began to make you uncomfortable.

“Can I start you off with something to drink?” you asked weakly.

He tilted his head. “No smile for me today?”

“It’s been a long day,” you lied.

“Missing the boyfriend?” he inquired.

You froze in shock. You had never told him anything about Derek, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by your discomfort. He actually let out a soft laugh.

“Your new hostess said you were taking a phone call. I just assumed it would be someone special. After all, if it were me, I’d want to keep an eye on you. Wouldn’t want anyone else whisking you away.”

His blue eyes were bright and sharp, suggesting something you had no desire to understand. “If I’m remembering correctly, we had a conversation about me not wanting to share my personal life.”

The man held up his hands and smiled gracefully. “Right. I apologize. I was only making an observation. I’ll take a coffee, please.”

“I’ll be right back with that.”

“She’s new, isn’t she?”

You gritted your teeth and turned back to him. “Our hostess? Yes.”

“Most of your coworkers seem to be...reluctant to seat me with you. But not her.”

“Most of them prefer to be sat in order.”

“But I prefer you.”

You fought off an uncomfortable shiver. “Yes. I’ve noticed. I should go get your coffee.”

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “Look at me, keeping you from working. I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll be staying for awhile anyway.”

He picked up his menu and began to flip through, but as you turned away, he called out to you. “And Y/n?”

“Yes?”

He didn’t look up from the menu, but there was a small smirk on his face. “I think that’s my new favorite dress on you. It fits your body incredibly well.”

You ignored him and started to walk away, but his fingers suddenly snatched your wrist. You let out a small gasp, visibly shaken. You tried to yank your arm away, but his grip never faltered, and he just smiled politely up at you. “Sorry. I think I’m ready to order now.”

“O-okay.” You hated the way your voice faltered, and you bit the inside of your cheek as he dropped your wrist. You suddenly wished Derek had called later. He would have been the perfect excuse to get away from this guy.

While he didn’t know about it, such perfect timing might have spurred you to finally tell him. You had held off since the man first started worrying you, always convincing yourself that he had never done anything too unsettling or inappropriate. Your own manager didn’t take you seriously, always telling you that he was probably just a lonely man who found you attractive.

“That’s not fucking normal, man,” your coworker JD had commented to him one day. “The dude’s stalking her or something.”

“JD, do you want to keep your fucking job or not?” Stuart had asked. “The only reason we’re still in business is because of guys like him who keep coming in, and my expert managing skills. If he wants Y/n as his server, that’s who he’s getting.”

That was as much of a response as you were ever going to get from Stuart, so you had stopped complaining to him a long time ago. You knew Derek would never have the same response, but you were still skeptical. You weren’t even sure he could do anything about it. It wasn’t like he could be there while you were working.

That was a big reason why you had never told him. You didn’t feel like he could intervene, and you would figured it would only make him worry more than anything else.

Dealing with creeps was practically in the job description of being a waitress, and you just kept telling yourself that you had to deal with them until something better came along.

As you headed back into the restaurant, you couldn’t help but wish that something would hurry up. The day dragged on, and even after the man left, you couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling he had left you with. Honestly, you weren’t sure you could take much more of it, and you thought about it the entire drive home.

When you finally rode the elevator up to Derek’s loft, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep the day off. You were beginning to feel a sense of relief, but as soon as you pulled open the door, you felt your stomach drop.

The upstairs light from the kitchen was shining down the steps, but the problem with that was that you hadn’t left anything on when you left that morning. Derek was still in San Francisco, so you knew it wasn’t him. The only other person with a key was Scott McCall, Derek’s protege and one of his only friends. Although you always told him he didn’t have to, he normally called and asked, and you had a feeling it wasn’t him.

You opened your mouth to call out, but then thought better of it. The man from the restaurant was still on your mind, and while you knew it wasn’t logical that he followed you home and somehow got into the loft, you couldn’t help but worry.

Nervously, you took a step forward, conscious of every small sound you made. Even your breath sounded loud. As you crept closer, you attempted to peer up the steps, looking for any shadows or movement as your heart slammed against your ribcage.

Was it possible that you had forgotten to turn off that light? Maybe you had, and the man from today was just freaking you out. But if  it was something worse, you thought, was someone waiting up there for you? What would you find if you walked up those steps?  You were just beginning to wonder when a pair of arms wound around you from behind.

“Boo,” a voice whispered, but it was drowned out by your shriek. You fought against the arms, desperate to shove them off. To your surprise they dropped instantly. You stumbled forward and whirled around, at the same time Derek reached for you again. “Woah, Y/n, it’s me!”

You froze, breathing heavily as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, and leaned forward to bury your head in his shoulder. “Y/n? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you whispered shakily. “You just scared me. I thought you were still in San Francisco.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he explained, his voice apologetic. “Guess I’m not very good at it.”

“No,” you breathed. “No, it was sweet that you wanted to. I just...I wasn’t expecting it.”

You reached up and ran your hands through your hair, shooting him a small smile. He was back, and everything was okay, and there was nothing for you to worry about. Not even the man from earlier.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you’re back.”

He grinned. “Me too.”

“And you’re all in one piece too.”

“I told you I would be.” He kissed your forehead. “God, I missed you. Do you wanna come shower with me?”

You smiled. “Is that a serious question?”

He chuckled softly, and wound his arms around your waist. He yanked you close, and swept you up in one effortless move. You wrapped your legs around his torso as he pressed his lips to yours again, and you felt a wave of joy wash over you. He carried you up the steps and into the bathroom, and everything that had happened that day was completely and utterly forgotten. For now, it was just you and Derek, and nothing else mattered.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n!’

“Bye Reese,” you called, as you dumped your apron in a bin at the back of the kitchen. You waved goodbye to  her, and weaved around cooks and other servers carrying precariously balanced trays of food.

The hostess smiled at you as she finished writing all the reservations for the night on the kitchen board, and you grinned back. Although you weren’t just happy to be getting off early. Derek had planned a romantic night for you two a couple days after he got back, and you had found someone to cover the last half of your shift that day.

       You headed out into the parking lot, smiling as you went  walked to your car, keys in hand. Tonight was going to be amazing, just you and Derek, and after the few stressful weeks you had had, that was what you needed.

Your job seemed to be incredibly mixed when it came to the experience. Some of your best and worst moments had been spent at the restaurant, but even when work made you want to pull your hair out, coming home to Derek was enough to help you decompress.

His last text was running through your head as you headed to your car, making your smile even brighter. Meet me in the preserve at 8.

You could practically feel the stress melting off your shoulders, but maybe you were a little too distracted, because you nearly collided with a figure coming out from behind a blue SUV. A gasp flew past your lips as two firm hands caught you by the shoulders, and your stomach dropped violently as you looked up.

“Y/n.”

The color drained from your face as the man from the other week grabbed you. Words seemed to escape you as you thought of some response, anything to get him to stop touching you, but your mind was blank.

His expression was neutral, but his icy blue eyes were sharp and suspicious. “Are you leaving?”

Finally, you managed to brush away his arms, but you still couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I came in to see you,” he continued. “I thought you always worked a double on Sundays.”

You fought to keep a choking sound from leaving your throat. How did he know your schedule?

“I-I’m just going to my car,” you managed to get out.

“I can walk you,” he offered, although the way he said it didn’t seem like he intended to give you much of a choice.

“No,” you said firmly, regaining some composure. “I’m fine. If you go inside, I’ll be in there in a second.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “I hope you’re not trying to trick me. That wouldn’t be very nice, considering I do come here for you, and I always tip you well.”

You felt the urge to wretch at how slimy his words were. As if you owed him anything just for that. “I’ll be back.”

He eyed you carefully, but finally relented. “I’ll see you inside then.”

You gave him a shaky nod, and continued to walk to your car, even though you were aching to burst into a run. Once you got to it, you calmly opened the door, locked the doors. Then you peeled out of there.

As you exited the parking lot, you dared to look back in your rearview mirror, and when you did, you could see the guy standing in the parking lot, staring at your taillights.

Your heart was racing, but you forced yourself to stay calm. Everything would be fine and once you saw Derek, you would tell him everything.

There had been no one in that parking lot, and while the sun was still up, he could have done anything to you. You doubt you could have overpowered him, let alone outrun him. For a middle-aged man, he seemed to be incredibly fit.

You turned on the stereo as you drove, cranking the station to the most calming thing you could find. As talk radio droned on and the miles to Beacon Hills Preserve lessened, the tightness in your chest began to ease. You began to think how good it would feel to be in Derek’s arms, and to finally be honest about what was freaking you out so much.

Your tires crunched on the gravel of the parking lot as you pulled in, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you spotted Derek’s Toyota. You parked next to him and hopped out, switching out your flats for comfortable hiking boots. You shrugged on your jacket, then headed toward the path leading to Lookout Point.

Derek had taken you here about three times, and you always stopped there when you went for hikes in the preserve. You knew right where he’d be, and you couldn’t wait to make it there.

You pulled your flashlight out of your pocket, ready to head out, but a flash of light from behind you caused you to pause. Once you glanced over your shoulder, you saw a sickeningly familiar dark SUV, shining its headlights directly toward you.

However unlikely it was that the man from the restaurant had followed you there, your stomach lurched in response. You heard the door open, but you didn’t stick around to see if you were right.

Your boots slammed on the gravel path as you ran, and soon the rocks under your feet gave way to dirt. Heavy breaths flew out of you as your flashlight bounced along the trees in front of you, and you quickly glanced over your shoulder.

It didn’t look like anyone was following you, and you couldn’t really hear footfalls, but you doubted you could hear much of anything over the sound of your own heart slamming against your ribs.

You shined the flashlight back up ahead, praying you were getting closer to the preserve, just as you heard a branch snap behind you. Panicked, you looked behind, searching for a threat, but there was nothing.

When you turned back though, you slammed right into a warm body, and just like before, hands came up to grip your shoulders.

You screamed and struggled, but the hands were strong, impossibly so.

The light from your flashlight cast an eerie glow on your attacker’s face, and much to your dismay, you had been right. The man was right there, staring down at you, and smiling politely.

“You lied to me.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, and you could feel terrified tears pooling in your eyes.

“All I wanted was to see you, Y/n.”

Your trembling fingers were still gripping the flashlight, and it was only then that you realized you still had some fight left. This man had not only made you uncomfortable for months, but now he was terrorizing you. No matter how much you wished Derek was there to save you, it was time to be your own hero for once.

“I just don’t understand,” the man continued. “I just wanted to show you what you could-”

Without waiting for him to finish, you slammed the metal flashlight down on his head. He faltered, causing him to release you for a second, and you took off down the trail.

Once his fingers snagged in the back of your jacket, you knew your victory was short-lived. You screamed again as he dragged you to the ground, scrambling for any hold as you were pulled farther and farther from your dropped flashlight.

You kicked out when he pulled you back, and your boot connected with his jaw. A low growl came from his throat, and you glanced back in terror. His eyes were suddenly glowing a bright blue, causing panic to grip you even tighter. He was a werewolf just like Derek.

“Stop fighting me,” he snarled in your ear, gripping your hair and yanking your head back. He growled low in your ear and clapped his hand over your mouth when you screamed once more.

A whimper slipped from your lips as you felt sharp claws digging into your cheek. “Shhhh.”

He whispered in your ear, causing you to let out a disgusted shiver. You squirmed in his arms. “Derek made a good choice. Beautiful and  a fighter. He seems to have a type.”

It took a few seconds for his words to register, but once they did, you froze. He chuckled low in your ear at your reaction. “I bet he didn’t tell you anything about me. He probably thought he was doing what was best for you. His mistake.”

You were shaking with fear, but confusion had still wormed its way into your head. He knew Derek?

Another growl ripped through the night air, and you only shook harder. Then suddenly, the man’s arms were ripped off of you, leaving you with only the stinging scratches from his claws. You fell forward, palms hitting the forest floor.

You darted forward, yanking your flashlight from the dirt and shining it toward the snarling figures rolling around on the ground.

“Derek,” you whispered.

He was on top of the man, pinning him down after a short struggle. “Peter!”

His voice was low and dark, and he looked like he was actually going to kill him. The look on his face was murderous. There was something in his eyes that you had never seen before, not even that night in the hospital when he saved you from the wendigo.

“She had no idea,” The man-Peter-spat. “She had no idea you had any family.”

Family?

“How did you get out of Eichen House?” Derek snarled. “How?’

“It was too easy!” Peter cried. “And when I did, I found out that you were living happily ever after, playing house with Scott and your lovely little girlfriend.”

“I’m going to rip your throat out.”

“You already did,” Peter said with a bloody grin. “Didn’t seem to stick.”

With a low growl, Derek slammed his fist into Peter’s jaw, over and over again, and you closed your eyes. Your flashlight dropped from your trembling hands, and you didn’t pick it up. You listened as the struggle stopped, and everything was still. You were dimly aware of Derek talking softly into his phone, but you were too dazed to care.

“Y/n?” Derek’s soft voice asked.

You looked up carefully, but your eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness of the preserve. You felt his fingers on your cheek, soft and gentle, and that was when you burst into tears.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Derek whispered as you collapsed into his chest. “It’s okay, you’re safe. He’s out cold.”

He ran a hand down your hair, smoothing it out and carefully picking out the sticks and dead leaves that had stuck there during the struggle.

“He was watching me,” you whispered into his chest.

“What?”

“He came to the restaurant. He was following me and he was watching me, and this whole time he was your family?”

“My uncle,” he informed you. “But it’s complicated. He’s not...you said he was watching you?”

“He wouldn’t let anyone else seat him,” you explained shakily. “For months he came in, and I just thought he was some creep.”

“Fuck,” Derek breathed, squeezing you tighter. “But you didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know what to say,” you told him, breaking down into a sob. “No one else listened.”

You picked your head up, pulling your face away from his tear-stained shirt. Peeking over, you saw that Peter was still on the ground, like Derek had said, out cold.

Derek reached up, placing a hand on your cheek and turning your face back toward his. “Scott’s going to be here soon to take him back to Eichen House.”

“Eichen House? The mental hospital?”

He was quiet for a moment as he nodded. “This was why you were so jumpy wasn’t it? He was scaring you.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, placing both hands on your cheeks before kissing you on the forehead. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I just want you to know that I’m here, okay? I’m right here and I’m not letting anyone hurt you.”

You nodded and buried your face in his shoulder once more. Your cheek was still bleeding from Peter’s claws, but Derek didn’t seem to care that it was staining his shirt. He held you close until you were ready to pull away.

“We can go home as soon as Scott gets here,” Derek promised.

You sighed and rested your head back onto his shoulder. “And I was so excited for tonight.”

“Do you not want to go home?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’re hurt.”

You thought for a moment. “Not that badly. I just want my night with you.”

Derek’s lips turned up. “We can stay then. As soon as Scott takes Peter, we can head up to Lookout Point.”

You smiled against his skin. “You’re amazing.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing too. After all, you did save my life.”

You sighed and shook your head at the inside joke. “Well, now you’ve officially saved mine.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled wider. Sitting there in the dark, with Peter’s unconscious body behind you and the bloody scratches on your cheek, the situation might have seemed horrible and terrifying. But you could also hear the sound of Scott’s motorbike approaching in the distance, and of crickets chirping softly from the grasp.

Derek was right next to you, wrapping you up and making sure you were safe and sound. After all the chaos, everything suddenly seemed still and peaceful, just for the two of you. You leaned back into his arms and gazed up at the stars peeking through the trees, thinking you didn’t mind staying a little bit longer.

[kim-seungmine]

here’s to our future

summary: On your graduation day, you and Seongwoo realized that breaking up may not be the best choice for you two.

genre: angst, slice-of-life, fluff

characters: (fem) reader x ong seongwoo of wanna one (ft. kang daniel)

word count: 1621

a/n: hope you guys like it!

You stared at the tall building in front of you, feeling relieved that you managed to get out of this hell called university just in time. But you somehow felt sad too; everything that happened inside that building had been nothing but amazing for you. Well, most of your days as a university student consisted of you looking half-dead after pulling an all-nighter and you cursing out heartless professors who seemed to forget that they were once students too. However, you were happy. You were hopeful; that everything would be worth it, that your future would be bright enough for you to live well.

Now, you were terrified. Terrified of your future job, terrified of your future co-workers, terrified of days without Ong Seongwoo.

Ong Seongwoo, you tested his name in your head. You almost never thought of him as you didn’t want to make yourself with memories of the two of you together, but you never moved on. You tried to make yourself believe that you did, but a voice inside your head always told you to avoid thinking about him.

“You’re so dumb how did you lose your cap  when we’re not inside the hall yet!” Kang Daniel, your best friend slash partner-in-crime, appeared out of nowhere. He dumped one of the graduation caps he had on your head, ruining your hair that you spent two hours styling. Curse words were already on the tip of your tongue, but you decided to hold back. Today is a happy day, you chanted.

“Can you be just a little bit more considerate I woke up at 5 to do my hair,” you retorted, fixing the cap while trying to save your hair. “But thanks,” you added. Daniel only chuckled, eyeing you from head to toe. “Wow, you actually put some effort to look decent today,” he teased, pulling you inside the building as other graduates started to enter the hall.

“Seongwoo found it, though. Not me,” Daniel continued, causing you to stop on your tracks. “I see,” you answered sheepishly, your eyes caught Seongwoo’s as the latter entered the hall with his friends Hwang Minhyun and Yoon Jisung. He gave you a small smile, and you could almost hear him say, “How are you going to live without me, Y/N?” in a playful tone that you loved so much.

Yeah, how am I going to live without you?

The graduation ceremony ended faster than your expectation. You and Daniel snapped as many selfies as you could since you two wouldn’t be able to see each other often after this. Daniel decided to go back to Busan to teach at a dance academy, a decision that caused his parents to flip out since he spent 4.5 years to study marketing but didn’t even bother trying to look for a job in that field. You, meanwhile, were recently hired as a member of the creative team for one of the biggest entertainment companies.

“You really should talk to Seongwoo,” Daniel suggested, looking dead serious all of sudden. You groaned, not wanting to have this useless discussion again with him. You and Seongwoo were over. He was the one who wanted to end things with you, he was the one who left you. Why would you talk to him again?

“Don’t you think that he probably, you know, regret his decision?” Daniel asked again, but you only shrugged. Only a few steps away from you, Seongwoo was busy striking silly poses with Kim Jaehwan, and you started laughing before you could stop yourself. Seongwoo was funny, not because what he did was funny, but because he was Seongwoo. He was always being himself.

That was why you never tried to ask for explanation from him after he broke up with you. If he did it, then he meant it.

You just stood there with Daniel for a while, watching Seongwoo took a few more photos with Jaehwan, Jisung and Minhyun. At one point, you felt Jisung’s eyes on you. You panicked when he suddenly stopped posing to whisper something to Seongwoo’s ear. You immediately started dragging Daniel away when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder.

There he was, standing so close to you, staring into your eyes. You felt weak; Seongwoo always did that to you. One stare was enough to melt you. To mess up with your whole system. Everytime he looked at you like that, something big always happened. The last time he did, you two broke up.

You wondered what would happen this time.

“Yeah, sure,” you mumbled after he asked you to talk to him. He led you to the audio visual room on the sixth floor, where you first met him. Seongwoo closed the door after you entered the room before sitting down at one of the seats. You sat beside him, trying to figure out what made him do this months after your breakup.

Seongwoo pulled out a little blue box from his pocket and put it on your lap. You looked up and met his eyes. This time, his eyes told you that he felt nervous. You slowly opened the box, a silver bracelet that you had always wanted was inside. You turned to Seongwoo, feeling your eyes brimmed with tears. You remembered seeing that bracelet during your last date with Seongwoo, just an hour before he destroyed your heart and everything inside.

“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence. “I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I never did.”

“What the fuck, Ong Seongwoo,” you snapped. “Don’t play with me. You clearly said that you couldn’t imagine yourself being with me anymore. You said that you felt nothing when you were with me, now you’re saying that you’re still in love with me?”

“Yes,” he answered. “Yes, I said those things. Yes, I wanted us to be over. But I lied. I was afraid.” You frowned at his last sentence. Afraid? You were never a romantic, but you always believed that as long as you two were together, things would eventually be okay. There would be bad days, there would be disastrous days, but you would be able to go through them. Because you were you, because Seongwoo was Seongwoo. Because you had each other.

“You got a job before I did, and at that time, I didn’t know whether I would get one before we graduated. You know I took a semester off after my father passed away. I took part-time jobs instead of doing internships. No company wanted to hire me because of that,” he confessed. “I really, really wanted to make you happy. I want you to be proud of me, and I just couldn’t tell you how little I felt compared to other people.”

“But then I realized I was just ashamed of myself. It was me, my stupid pride, that made you suffer. And I’m sorry. I know you’re disappointed in me, but give me a chance to try again. Only if you want to,” Seongwoo concluded while reaching out to envelope your hand with his. He tightened his grip on your hand when you didn’t resist, his eyes piercing straight through your heart.

“You really know how to mess up with my heart, Seongwoo,” you said as you lifted the bracelet he gave you. It had the word “hope” carved on its inner side, and that was why you fell in love with it at the first place. Seongwoo glanced at you as he slowly took the bracelet from you. You watched him fasten the clasp on your wrist, and you honestly didn’t know whether you wanted to thank him for being honest with you or yell at him for hurting you.

You were still trying to sort out your feelings when your phone rang. It was Daniel, probably wanting to tell you that your parents were looking for you. “Come on,” Seongwoo stood up, his hand was still holding yours. “We’ll talk again later. I’m sure you still need time.” You nodded and followed him, staring at your intertwined hands.

“Seongwoo,” you called him. He turned back, and you couldn’t help but feel breathless. You knew how much he suffered, how much he wanted to be strong for both of you. He failed once, but you knew how much he wanted to try again.

You circled your hands around his waist, burying your head in his chest. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he muttered into your hair, his hands hugging you so tight. You nodded, letting his warmth that you had missed conquer your senses. You loved him, and maybe he loved you too.

“I love you,” he whispered as if hearing your doubts. He repeated those three words again and again and again until his voice cracked. “I won’t give up on you. I’ll work hard. I’m sorry if you think I did. I love you,” he said while letting you go. He grabbed your face with his strong hands, brushing your bangs in the way that always made you weak on the knees. “I really want to kiss you right now, but if I do I don’t know when I’ll stop,” Seongwoo murmured, his fingers tracing your lips softly.

You only chuckled, pulling him closer to close the gap between you. As you felt his soft lips against yours, you promised yourself that you wouldn’t run away from any kind of challenge that the two of you could possibly face in the future. Seongwoo gave you his brightest smile when he pulled away. “Anyways, I’ve bought that bracelet even before you saw it. I planned to give it to you as your graduation present,” he said, before adding, “You’re my hope.”

You cringed at his words, but he knew you loved it anyways.

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Hey guys! I hope you like my first attempt of writing scenarios! Feel free to request, and I’ll try to finish it as well as I can. Thank you!

[irphanfic]

Moonshot - Chapter 11

Wow. First of all, I'm really sorry for the delay of this chapter. I'm extremely busy with uni and since I'm having a bit of a writer's block with this story it has been really difficult to get this chapter out.

Either way, thank you for following my stories and supporting my writing, it means a lot! Anyways, every comment/ feedback is welcome!

summary: Phil had a feeling that this Friday was going to be different.

That didn’t mean he was ready to meet his favourite baseball player, Daniel Howell, while he was cleaning the windows of a building.

or the au in which Phil is a shy window cleaner and Dan is a famous baseball player. This is their story.

words: 3.6k

no trigger warnings

Read on ao3 - (x)

Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10

Dan didn't go home that night.

He tried to, mentioning a few times that he should let Phil rest after the crazy few days he had had, trying to give Phil a bit of space if he wanted.

If Dan was honest he hadn't really wanted to go back to his lonely apartment in the heavy rain, but he could understand Phil's boundaries so he offered anyways, but Phil wasn't getting any of it, convincing Dan to stay with a few soft kisses.

So Dan ended up staying, still acting a bit shy around Phil when he told Dan to lie down with him on his bed, getting under the covers and sighing when Phil put his arms around him, bringing him closer to his still cold body, laying his head on Phils's chest, the beat of his heart relaxing Dan to the point that he fell asleep before managing to say a faint ''good night''.

It was now the next morning and Dan woke up slowly, rolling onto his side while his head rested on a pillow...? Wait. He thought he had fallen asleep almost on top of Phil last night? Had he dreamed that? Was yeterday all a dream? He hoped it really wasn't.

''Phil?'' Dan softly called, searching blindly for a warm body next to him only to receive no response. Was Phil still asleep?

Dan opened his eyes and looked around, finding no Phil on the bed or even on the bedroom. Had Phil left him? No, this couldn't be, Phil wouldn't do that. He must be in the bathroom then. But the door was still open and no one was there... Phil had really left him alone on his bed?

Dan was now more convinced than ever that yesterday had been all a dream. That it was all in his head. He only wanted to cry now.

He was about to get up and dress as quick as possible to leave this nightmare when suddenly the bedroom door opened, a messy haired Phil walking in with a tray on his hands that carried a few plates and mugs, his glasses falling a bit down his nose making him trip a bit at the entrance but quickly regaining the balance.

''Oh, you are up! It was going to be a surprise but I brought you breakfast!'' Phil said with a tired smile, walking towards Dan who just blankly stared at him.

Had Phil, who had only been his boyfriend for a few hours, really walked in to bring Dan breakfast? Now, this was a fucking dream. Dan only thought this only happened in movies...

''I only had cereal and a bit of fruit, but I made coffee with two sugars as you like it. I can do some toast if you would like but I don't have any jam so I thought it wouldn't be the best idea and...'' Phil rambled as he set the tray down on Dan's lap, bracketing his thights and sitting down next to Dan, popping up some pillows on the headboard to get more comfortable.

Dan continued to stare. He was sure he looked stupid right now but he couldn't seem to function. This was something Dan had been dreaming of happening for a while now and Phil had managed to do it without even knowing that Dan would have wanted something like this.

''Is something wrong? You don't like this cereal, I can bring you oth...'' Dan heard Phil ask with a concerned expression on his face.

''No!'' Dan cut him off, maybe a bit too loudly and strong than he had intended, ''No, Phil, no. I... I like this cereal. I like this breakfast thing, I like it a lot. Thank you.'' Dan said in a softer tone this time, accompaning all the words with a proper smile, ''It's actually one thing... no, it's silly nevermind, let's eat.'' Dan said, wanting to tell Phil about his 'dream', but Phil would proably think it was so foolish and lame so he discarded the idea of even mentioning something.

''Hey, no Dan, if it matters to you it cannot be silly, okay? You can tell me if you want.'' Phil said, grabbing one of Dan's hands between his, somehow giving Dan an impulse to start opening up to the blue eyed.

''It's just... everytime I felt lonely I wished for someone to enter my bedroom and bring me breakfast with coffee, some fruit, pancakes and a rose, I don't really know why but then you suddenly entered the bedroom and I... It's just a small gesture but to me it means a lot. And the fact that you didn't even know about it makes it more impressive so... thank you.'' Dan explained, feeling a lot better already.

''Well, I'm sorry mine didn't carry pancakes or a rose so I think for next time I will have to keep that in mind.'' Phil said, bringing Dan for a sweet kiss that had his heart fluttering not only because of the soft and gentle kiss, but also the words. He would love to have breakfast in bed with Phil every morning.

''Wait, you don't have practice today?'' Phil asked as soon as they separated.

''I did, but I called yesterday and coach let me the next two days off. I guessed I would need a bit of time to process whatever happened when I came to yours.'' Dan said, taking a small sip from his coffee, ''This was more important to me than practice anyways, so I even if I didn't have permission to miss training I would have done it anyways. My mind would be too busy and wouldn't be able to concentrate so...''

''So, given that you don't have more practice till Monday.... you wanna spend this four day weekend with me? I mean, I have to work on Friday but we could still manage to arrange something, it's just a few hours.'' Phil suggested with a smile, taking a few pieces of fruit.

Dan beamed at him. It was just such a simple suggestion, something you hear all couples do, but still it made him feel all tingly and warm inside. ''Yes, I would love to!''

''Great! Now let's eat, I'm starving, aren't you?'' Phil said, pecking Dan's cheek before grabbing a few more pieces of fruit, almost leaving the bowl empty, alternating between feeding one to Dan and one to himself.

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They literally spent all Thursday in Phil's bed, snuggling around blankets and each other as they catched up on anime while eating an unhealthy amount of popcorn and chocolate goods. He had enjoyed every minute he spent with him. Every gentle touch they traded, every caress, every kiss... It seemed as if Dan couldn't get enough of Phil and Phil wouldn't complain about it. Oh no. He was pretty much okay having Dan Howell all over him almost for 24 hours.

Even though Phil insisted Dan to stay the night again, (and could also see on Dan's face that he didn't want to go back to his flat) the player decided to return back since he knew Phil worked tomorrow and wanted him to have a good night's rest.

It was Friday now and Phil was already reaching Dan's windows instantly frowing at the lack of Dan inside the spacious flat. 'Where was he?' He had promised yesterday to be here when Phil arrived...

Suddenly an almost naked Dan walked into the living room just out from the shower as Phil could guess from the maroon towel that was covering his lower body and the few drops of water that were making their way down his toned torso, a mop of ultra messy curls on top of his head that Phil really wanted to untangle with his fingers.

Even though Phil knew his face was deep red and could be seen from kilometres away, he was so glad that the glass separating them was soundproof so Dan couldn't hear the gasp he had let out at the sight.

How was Phil even so lucky? That was a question he didn't know how to answer.

Just as the blue eyed was trying to prentend not to have seen Dan in case he felt uncomfortable, Dan noticed him and smiled, walking towards him and picking up the the notebook he had been using to communicate with Phil all those first times.

While Dan was writing, Phil used his time to he admire his boyfriend's physical attributes up close. He noticed small light brown fleckles scatered around on his collarbones as if they were splatters of paint, followed by a weirdly shaped birthmark on his stomach really near to his belly button, making Dan more of a unique person than he already was.

'Sorry, showered longer than expected but come up when you finish? Gonna change now :)' Phil read once he startled out of his trance.

He gulped and quickly nodded, smiling a little before ushering Dan back to his bedroom with a few hand movements, rapidly picking up a bottle and spraying around so he couldn't get lost on that defined back.

Once Dan disappeared, Phil managed to clean all of the windows on record time, giving him enough time to calm himself down so he could knock on Dan's front door with no red cheeks that would  surely been followed by nervous movements and high-pitched greetings.

''Hi,'' a fully dressed Dan said happily as he opened the door even wider, letting Phil in and greeting him with a sweet kiss, lacing his arms around the black haired, who easily responded and kissed Dan back.

''It feels so good to do that,'' Dan said once they separated, quickly closing the door and dragging Phil further in.

''I agree,'' Phil said, leaning in for another kiss that didn't last too long. ''So, what plans did you think we could do today?''

''I have something in mind but first,'' Dan said in a mysterious tone, walking to his bedroom and not letting Phil follow, signing him to sit on the sofa and to leave his coat and backpack at the entrance.  

Phil did as he was told and looked around the living room with a new perspective, spotting a few pictures of younger Dan with his family, friends and teamates, smiling at the happiness he was radiating. He also noticed a few books around, reading the vertically written titles rapidly, some of them familiar, some others not so much.

Just before he could finish reading the shelves of books, Dan appeared again, something familiar on his hands.

''My manuscript.''

''Your manuscript.'' Dan sat down next to him, handing him the stack of papers perfectly settled.

''Did you finish it?'' Phil asked a bit waryly. He wouldn't admit it, but Dan's opinion on his writing was pretty important to him. Of course he remembered the compliments the brown eyed had told him a few days back over Skype, but he had just read a little, not enough to form a solid opinion of t yet.

''Yeah, yesterday. I would have finished it earlier but you know after everything well... but Phil, it's... wow, it's mindblowing. Your book, really, I don't know, it has something that drives you in all the time, each chapter, every new character that appears, every single plot twist. Phil, it's amazing.'' Dan finished with a sigh, smiling softly at Phil.

''Really? You think so?'' Phil questioned, staring at his manuscript and back at Dan repeatedly, as if he didn't believe the words he was saying, ''It's just, maybe it wasn't that good, I mean, I haven't gotten a call back from any publishing houses yet so...''

''Yes, really Phil, believe me. It's good, really good. No, even more than that, it's awesome, okay? And, even if it takes time I know that call will arrive, I don't know when but it will arrive.'' Dan said, reaching for Phil's hands to comfort him a bit.

''Thank you,'' Phil muttered, giving Dan a peck before lying his head on his shoulder, instantly feeling Dan's arm bringing him even closer,  ''So, let's not talk about my writing anymore, what did you plan for us to do today?''

''Well, you know how I moved here not so long ago, and with practices, interviews, trips and more I have a spare room that needs some painting, so would you help me? If you are up to it, of course, we can always do something else if you want to...'' Dan said, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

''Yeah! It sounds like fun! But you will need to lend me some old clothes since I didn't bring any...'' Phil commented, gesturing to the clothes that he had put on under his work uniform, now stuffed in his backpack.

''Yeah of course, c'mon, we can start now and have a lunch break later on,'' Dan said excitedly as he lifted himself from the sofa and grabbed Phil's hand in the process, pulling him up without any warning.

Phil protested a bit from having to move from the sofa and the sudden movements but a quick kiss from Dan shut him up, ''Stop complaining and follow me, the walls are huge and we will need a few hours to finish the whole room.''

Five minutes later Phil found himself dressed with baggy sweatpants and an extra large sweater that smelled like Dan (not that he was complaining. Not at all) in the middle of an empty ugly green coloured room waiting for Dan to come back with the brushes and paint along with some music and speakers that he had insisted on bringing so they could have some background noise while they painted.

''Ready to paint?'' Dan said as he entered the room, handing Phil a big brush and connecting the phone to some speakers as he choose a random playlist that filled the room with pop music instantly.

Phil nooded and grinned, instantly dipping the brush inside the tub of paint and giving a few gentle strokes on the wall, looking at Dan as he did the same, moving and humming along with the music.

They both had been painting for a while when Walking On Sunshine by Katrina & The Waves came through the speakers, making them both start fully singing and dancing in the silliest way possible as if they were in some karaoke.

''Walking on sunshine... I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real! I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real!'' They sang looking at each other, staring at the other's crinkled eyes due the big smiles they had on their faces.

Phil didn't know why but he felt warm all sudden. Was it because of the lyrics of the song maybe having a double meaning? No, it couldn't be... But then, he looked at Dan, who probably was mirroring his euphoric mood, literally beaming a Phil and he understood.

He was in love. He was in love with Dan Howell. There was no way out now.

''Phil, you okay?'' he heard Dan ask over the loud notes of an unfamiliar rock song, who was still smiling but had a bit of worry in his expression.

''Yeah, I'm fine. Great!'' Phil answered, smiling back at Dan as he leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss, enjoying the soft look it got on Dan's face.

''Phil! You painted my jumper!'' Dan laughed, trying to erase the paint that was already dry, painting Phil back on revenge.

''It was an accident I swear!'' Phil said staring at the big white spot that was now on Dan's clothes. It had really been an accident when he leaned in and didn't even notice where he had the paint brush, but now he was running, trying his best to escape Dan's brush but not succeeding at all, ''You just painted your own sweater!''

''I don't care, you deserved that!'' Dan replied, trying to make an angry face but not managing to erase the toothy-grin that he was sporting.

''And you, deserve... this!'' Phil reached forward and managed to paint Dan's left cheek, leaving a wide white stroke adorning his face.

Dan gasped at the cold paint on his face, ''Phil! Oh, you are on!''

They started chasing eachother around the empty room, somehow managing to paint one another as they laughed and sang along to old radio music, squealing every time they felt the brush touch their skin or body.

''I think... we should... stop for... a bit'' Phil suggested between breaths. He wasn't a professional athlete like Dan, so after a few minutes running he was more than ready to collapse on the floor.

''You already tired, Lester?'' Dan teased as he turned off the radio and walked up to Phil, caressing his cheek, giving it a soft peck before asking if he wanted a glass of water, an offer Phil gladly took.

As Dan left the room, Phil heard some familiar music but he couldn't place where it was coming from... The radio was turned off so, maybe some neighbour was blasting a song in the shower?

''Phil, I think your phone is ringing!'' he heard Dan shout from the kitchen.

Oh, yeah! It was his rigntone, now it all made sense! Someone was calling him and he didn't get phonecalls that often so it must be important...

Phil ran off the room and picked up the phone from the front pocket of his backpack, not even bothering to look at the number that was calling him.

''Yes?'' Phil answered a bit out of breath, silently thanking Dan as he brought him a big glass of water that he drank in a few seconds, handing it back to Dan who returned to the kitchen to leave Phil speak privately.

''Hi, is this Phil Lester?'' A polite and sweet voice from the other side of the phone asked.

''Yeah, it's me, who is calling?'' Phil asked a bit unsure as he didn't recognize the voice at all...

''Hi, Mr. Lester my name is Nicky and I'm calling you from Bloomsbury Publishing.''

Bloomsbury Publishing. Wait. It was one of the most important publishing houses in the UK.

When Phil heard Nicky's introduction he tried not to get his hopes up. He had been rejected a few times already by them so he wasn't expecting the next sentences.

''I'm calling you beacuse we are interested in publishing your novel 'Strangers of Space'. We have been looking into more Sci-fi works lately and yours seems to be one of our favourites. Will you be willing to meet next Monday at noon for a proper meeting?''

Phil gasped at this. What was even happening!? He couldn't belive this, he was going to cry. This was what he had been waiting for all his life and now it was close to becoming true.

''Yes sure! Thank you! I just... thank you!'' Phil managed to let out, still not believing this was happening.

''Great! If you have any questions just call into this same phone number and I will try to answer them all.'' Nicky offered.

''Okay, and thank you!'' Phil repeated, not knowing what more he should say.

Nicky said her goodbyes and hung up the phone, leaving Phil alone with his thoughts.

''This is real, Phil. You are probably getting published by one of the most important publishing houses in the UK.'' he said to himself, still surprised and a bit in shock.

Suddenly Dan's worried voice startled him, ''Phil, you okay? Is something wrong? You seem paler than usual... Was that phonecall a bad one?''

Phil felt Dan's hand touch his face, as if trying to get Phil out of the daze he was in.

''Yes... I mean, no! I mean, I'm okay and no, it wasn't a bad phonecall, it was probably the best phonecall I have ever gotten Dan!'' he excitedly said, showing his boyfriend a big smile before breaking the news, ''it was from Bloomsbury Publishing, they said they really like 'Strangers of Space' and they are interested in publishing it! Dan, they want to publish my novel!'' Phil squealed, giving a few little jumps before he felt a pair of strong and big arms enveloping him in a big hug.

''Phil, that's awesome! I'm so happy for you! I'm so proud of you!'' Dan said to him, separating their bodies a bit so they could look at each other in the eyes, a wide and pround smile on his face, ''I cannot believe my boyfriend is going to be a best selling author...'' Dan teased but is his tone Phil could really hear his sincerity. Did Dan really believe he could be a best selling author? Wow.

''Dan, shh! I don't know if I will ever get to be one, but just having this opportunity is... is amazing. But either way, thank you for believing in me.''

''Phil... I will always believe in you.'' Dan said, bringing Phil into a deep kiss that showed him better than anything else how much Dan supported him.

''So, what about some celebratory popcorn, huh?'' Dan asked once they separated for air, lacing their fingers together to pull Phil towards the couch.

Phil nodded repeatedly, as he sat down on the sofa and stared up at Dan, who was still looking at him with the softest smile on his face, ''Celebratory popcorn sounds perfect right now...''

''Three minutes and I'll be back, okay? Just, put a movie on if you want...'' Dan leaned down and pecked Phil on the lips, leaving Phil wanting nothing more than gentle kisses from the curly haired.

''Okay...'' Phil whispered against Dan's lips, turning around just in time to watch his boyfriend prepare the microwaved popcorn as he hummed to an unknown song.

'Yeah, I'm in love with Dan Howell.'

Chapter 12

[sugarfreeslushies-blog]

Practice makes perfect?! { Michael Mell x Reader }

A/N: This is based on an AU Fic I’m currently developing, it’s slightly based on Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea (more like, I got inspired by the soundtrack to write it) ; I might make this multichapter, maybe not, I’ll see. The full work would be way darker, this is a more lighthearted version, to be honest.

Quick rundown, Reader is a Royal, Michael is their childhood crush (and Jeremy is their childhood friend??), this is sent in a Fantasy-ish setting with ~magic~ , the original game plan was Jeremy/Reader for this AU but this scenario fitted better for Michael/Reader, so idk, in this AU they are in a Poly Relationship? I’m not sure, it was a wild idea of mine.

TW; light injuries (nothing serious) ; swearing

Wordcount: 1,871

Fresh, salty air fills your nose and you take a delighted sigh. You adore your little, secret spot by the cliffs.

Here, you usually are alone, here is your place to blow off some steam and be for yourself.

The only noise you're having here, is the more or less vigerous crashing of the waves against the rocky cliffs beneath you and today, there wasn't much noise.

You were thankful for that, it was exactly the calmness you needed today since you weren't feeling your exact prime today.

Grazing your fingertips against the rough and dry periderm of the tree you were leaning against, your gaze goes to the Horizon. The Ocean is glistening like a sea of diamonds and pearls under the bright sun, the waves move soft and easy today.

Shifting your view to the harbour of your hometown you see a countless amount of ships, the small ones of the fishermen and bigger ships, from foreign kingdoms, you suspect.

All in all, there should not be anything to be upset or worry about. Today, is a mellow and beautiful day, a day that should be lived without any worries.

You know better though, there will be a banquet soon, where way too many royals from other kingdoms would be attending, you'd be under stress to keep up a good posture and make your family name appear in a good light-

„{Y/N}?“- You scoff a little, how come you imagine the voice of your childhood friend and crush, the son of the Royal Judge and a mere Swordsman, Michael M-

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and a shriek escapes your mouth, you scramble and grab the nearest object to defend yourself with against the intruder. Your magical powers were limited to a pitiful amount,

A wooden stick. Panting you begin to actually register who is standing infront of you. The dark haired boy looks just as terrified as you, he has stepped a bit back, not to be too threateningly close to you.

The stick drops from your grip and you quickly get up.

„M-Michael, oh god, I'm so sorry“, you begin to apologize to the recovering boy, who just nods a little irritatedly and starts to make gestures, showing you to calm and most importantly, slow down.

He finally clears his throat and speaks up, „{Y/N}, hey, uh, it's okay? I guess? I mean, you tried to attack me with a stick just now, but, uh, really it's cool.“ His expression is still a little twisted into a confused and threatened one but he recovers.

A comforting smile graces his lips and it makes your heart sing.

It relieves you to hear he isn't mad at you for your childish move.

„So“, he begins again, motioning you to sit down with him again, you note, he made the time to see you and it honours you, „What's wrong {Y/N}? When I saw you in town this morning, you seemed pretty low.“

Totally ignoring his question, you shoot „How did you find me here?“ right back at him. He sighs and runs his hand through his short, dark hair.

„{Y/N}, you know you told me about this place before, right?“

Oh, you do remember telling him about it, Michael is intelligent and doesn't forget things like these too easily.

A sigh escapes your lips and you nod slowly. The boy deserves his explaination now.

„Actually, yeah, I'm not feeling too good right now“, you reply and fumble a little with the sleeves of your navy tunic. You're glad he's here with you and is willing to listen to you.

„You probably heard of the upcoming banquet, yeah? Well, it kind of stresses me out, you know how shitty I am with magic and I definitely do not want to cast a negative light onto my parents' name.“

Towards the end of your vent, your voice gets quieter and you drop your head so your forehead touches your knees.

„When's the banquet exactly, I kind of forgot“, he inquires and you feel his eyes on you.

„In about a month from now on“, you reply and you furrow your eyebrows and return his look, „Why are you asking?“

„I, uh, I might want to help you feel more secure with your magic?“, as soon as he finishes his sentence, your eyes grow a little wider. Was he serious?

„You, you would honestly do that?“, you pressed on, a hopeful and slightly fearful glint in your eyes.

„{Y/N}“, he begins, dragging your name a little, you swear you can make out an amused glint in his eyes as well as an expression of „if-i-wouldn't-be-honest-i wouldn't-suggest-it“. So you interprete it as his way of telling you „Yep, I'll help you“.

You feel the dread slightly churn in your stomach. He's honest, he wants to help you.

'God', you think and look a little longer at Michael's features, his striking dark eyes that are framed by his glasses always catch your attention, 'He's so amazing for wanting to do this but-'

„Michael, listen, I don't think I can do this“, you speak this part aloud, insecurely wrapping your arms around your legs. Your gaze dips to the horizon again as the boy speaks up again and catches your attention.

„{Y/N}, listen, we're going to try at least, alright?“, he encourages, flashing a gentle smile at you, „Also, I've been told it's supposed to rain soon, so I think, this would make the perfect opportunity, right?“ After a short moment of self doubt, you nod slowly.

There's no going back now. You realize, albeit a bit too late.

It is raining almost endlessly now, you don't know if you were delusional, but you swear to have heard the growling of thunder sometime or saw a lighting in the sky.

You and Michael made your way to a glade in a forest nearby your hometown, so the two of you could peacefully practice. It was and is still beyond you how you had honestly agreed to this. Maybe you agreed in the heat of the moment, because you didn't want to feel like a wimp infront of your crush or for the honour of your family, but now it is official and you are here alone with the dark haired boy.

Despite your insecurity about the current situation, you take a deep breath. You assure yourself with the thought that rain makes your magic stronger, thus making you more capable of performing it. You will not be totally screwed.

Michael Mell is one of the mages, that used electric energy as their magic. It’s common for children to adapt this kind of magic, since it is the easiest to deal with. Though you swore, that something about the way Michael expressed his seemed special and unusual to you.

It’s a small misfortune that the dark haired boy’s powers are enhanced during this weather too.

You see him open his palms, small, white flashes already zapping from it and you feel your legs tremble slightly. 'Now would be a good time to turn around and just make a run for it', you note and actually consider it for a moment.

However, you decide to keep your shit together. It was definitely not in your interest to look like a weakling infront of the guy you have been somehow into since childhood.

Oh no, you would not go down without a fight, even if you'd totally get your ass kicked in the process. It had been clarified that neither of you would purposely hurt the other and if either asked to stop the fight, it would done, no exceptions.

You mirror his movement, your palm slowly opens as well and as soon as it does, you see raindops shoot together to a ball of water just inches above your hand. A confident smile graces your lips as you send the ball flying in Michaels's direction. He charges his attack the moment you do, both collide.

The waterball you had formed doesn't stand a chance against Michael's flashes and explodes at the impact. You frown as the water splashes to the ground right infront of your feet.

A wave of disappointment rushes over you. You had expected better.

It would have been great to successfully charge an attack, you think a little bitterly.

All of a sudden, an idea comes to your mind.

'How long would it take for me to control and channel the rain so it would come down on him like a wave?', you feel like it is a silly idea.

Indeed, in the end you don't get to make your plan reality. It is a little bit too far fetched for your current level of handling your magic, anyway.

You are put into mild discomfort since you feel that Michael is slightly trying to sabotage you here. It's illogical he would and in fact, he isn't. You know that, but you can't help but feel like that.

The both of you do fight a little and even that surprises you. Michael never seemed like the guy to use his magic for anything other than practical purposes. He helped repairing lamps in the castle and among the folk, he makes sure certain machines run well.

On the street he shows tricks to kids, who are yet to learn to use n

His caringness warms your heart. 'Michael Mell is a wonderful person', you hear and you whole-heartedly agree everytime. If the possibility was handed to you, you would get more involved with him, actually date him.

He even shows tricks to children on the street, who have yet to learn which magic they can control best.

The realization that it probably would never work out anyway, clouds your head and takes away your awareness of the situation for a moment, a moment that ends critically for you.

You are struck by an attack. A loud pained groan errupts from your throat as you collapse to the ground. While you are panting and try to blurr out the pain from your leg, you feel a soft touch on your shoulder. Michael kneels down besides you and you can sense his alertedness.

„Oh my god, {Y/N}“, he sounds horrified as he looks softly touches your arm, „I'm so sorry, I swear to god, I really did not want to hurt you.“

He stutters out a few more apologies until you look at him. There is still a pained look in your eyes, but you try to keep it together. „I-it's okay“, you press out through your teeth, „I-I can handle it, it's probably just a gash, you, uh, didn't get me properly I suppose.“

„Still, we need Jer to look over this, alright?“, he speaks, you just agree under your breath and immediately inhale some air sharply as you feel him wrap an arm around your waist and ordering you to put an arm around his neck. „I can't teleport, so, uh, we need to walk.“

You oblige, already worrying about how to get to the Healer and most importantly, how your further „training sessions“ are supposed to look like.

You quickly come to the conclusion you don't know. You're not a fortune teller, afterall.

[ambrosiaswhispers]

My Things

Okay I did a little list recently for fics in response and I thought why not promote my own things a bit. ‘Cause I can. I also thought I’d give you a little bit int my process as well. All questions have been asked of my in one way or another.

Why write in the first place?

I love to write- honestly if I couldn’t get my words out on paper, I’d most likely end up a bit on the crazy side. I’ve always had a vivid imagination. I wrote my first story in crayon when I was about 5 or 6, it was about a unicorn jumping over a rainbow to eat birthday cake...Yup, unicorns and birthday cake - I wasn’t a complicated kid. lol. 

I had my first real issue with insomnia when I was 10 and the counselor my parents had me talk to suggested a journal. I never wrote about myself, I always wrote about brave girls, who saved themselves from the villains and feel in love with the guy the always stood with them. I worked on original pieces, but never showed them to anyone.

What was your first fic?

I wrote my first fic when I was 15, rebelling against my parents and posting it online - they never did catch me for that part. I wrote the fic off an anime called “Ronin Warriors.” It was about 12 parts and I’ve recently re-read part of it - Whoa, hello OCs with tragic backstories and Mary Sue-ness. Yikes. LOL.

How does your process start?

Normally it’s a “conversation that I overhear” in my head. It’s a line of dialogue or ‘scene’ that I see so clearly that I have to write it down and figure out how the characters got there. I use a voice recorder - always helpful, but if anyone heard my recordings they’d probably lock me mental hospital. I may or may not use different voices when I record.

Kastle/Daredevil

This is a fandom that I fell flat on my face for with no warning. Okay so it actually happened like this: 

My husband says, let’s watch the second season of Daredevil and I’m like, I’m afraid of what the Punisher will look likes. He’s like don’t worry, I saw a clip, he’s good. We start watching and I’m like, I can watch this without being worried, about shipping anyone because they are moving Karen and Matt together and I’m indifferent. The first interaction of Karen and Frank and I make this squeaking noise and my husband says, “Don’t ship Karen with the Punisher. He’s in love with justice, bullet-flavored justice.” He looks at me and laughs, “Too late?” I nod and he hands me my notebook – this is true love, fyi.

 Most of what I’ve written for this ship are in bits on Tumblr: here. There’s a few of my fic recs in that tag as well. I have a little bit of everything mixed in there. 

On AO3 I have one complete piece and one chapter piece that I started that my laptop promptly ate... rude, by-the-way.

The Unchosen Door  - This is really a ghost of Kastle piece and is more about Frank and his family. Fair warning it is sad. This wrote itself, I blinked and I was staring at it on my screen - I had to edit, that was about it. Summary: “He was home. They were home. They were safe. He was going to get her to take the damn day off to spend with him and the kids, but something just seemed wrong..... "The horrorcore of what might have been was behind an unchosen door. An unopened, black door marked with a bullet hole and a white skull." A moment that could have been, about Frank Castle and his family.”

From Dusk Till Dawn The Series

I love this series and writing for it, currently rules my brain and most of my heart. I’ve got a soft spot for those crazy brothers and that whole world really. this is one and only fandoms that I ship all over the place. Normally my brain says: “That; we’re shipping that” with this series it’s like I’m a cat high catnip and I’m chasing a lazer pointer. Seriously, it’s a problem. LOL.

SethKate

No secret I write more in this ship than the others. I honestly identify with Seth’s voice more than anyone and that makes it click somehow. The dynamic fascinates me.

Rules of the Mexican Honeymoon series So this series has a follow-up story written after each season and I had a plan for it, which Seth promptly ignored and ripped out my heart with all the angst.

Please; This Is As Far As We Go    The Post-Season 1 story became a 5 part Mature piece and I even posted an Explicit version: here  with an extended sex scene. The epilogue was not everyone’s favorite. It’s really not my fault... I “heard” Seth whisper, “Four more minutes.” and that was that. Summary: “There are two phrases that seem to chase their conversations like a snake swallowing its own tail: Please and This is as far as we go.Seth and Kate deal with the aftermath of Season 1 and the loss of their families. This is my take on Seth and Kate's "Mexican Honeymoon" I may leave it as a one-shot. If I do extend it the rating will likely go up.Rating has gone up, 'cause well, Seth Gecko.” Proudest writing moment: The beach scene in the fourth part.

Four Minutes of Self-Destruction The Post-Season 2 part... So this piece was so bitterly painful for me to write that I actually got a little depressed. It was hard to live in Seth’s head for that one. Summary:  “This is Seth dealing/not dealing with Kate's death. Post-Season two and pre-Season three. Seth is not emotionally equipped for any of these things. Richie's trying to be a supportive brother and trying to help. Seth finds Kate's cross at the Bloodwell and takes it back to Bethel.” Proudest writing moment: Confession in the church

Without Condition The Post-Season 3 part. This is the only part where we get to hear Kate’s thoughts in this series.I really tried to pull in ties from the previous parts to make it feel richer. The Epilogue was pure fluff. Summary: “ After Amaru and preventing the apocalypse Kate is trying to figure out how she belongs into her skin and what the hell 'four minutes' means. She wants to reclaim her body and she wants Seth to help, but she's afraid she won't be able to handle it.” Proudest writing moment: Kate’s POV - I really felt like I captured her voice in those moments.

Without A Fight (…but there is a fight) So this one is one-shot originally a Tumblr prompt. I loved the fact that it felt raw to me. I’m sucker for characters in the rain trope. Summary: “Original prompt from Tumblr: "Could you write Sethkate - she's mad at him because he almost "let" Amaru kill him to touch her, and she would have just had to watch?"Kate wakes up from a nightmare and can't shake her anger. Seth's a big part of that rage and not always the way he thinks. In the back parking lot of Jacknife Jed's things come to a head. Proudest writing moment: Angry Kate prose at the beginning.

Hey Bartender So I wrote this AU one-shot, as a distraction from “Four Minutes of Self-Destruction.” I normally don’t write AU pieces and this was just a smut piece basically. I thought it was fun though. Summary: “AU piece: no culebras, no kidnapping and many of the cannon characters are still alive. Essentially we have modern setting in a bar with Seth as a bartender and Kate as a college student. Past that this is a smut fic. PWP – essentially. I do hope that you enjoy it. There is a mention of a suicide attempt.” Proudest writing moment: Seth has a lot of things to say and I think it ended up sexy.

Die By Dawn This multi-chapter piece set post Season 3 and the concept is rough. I started writing this piece and during the writing of the 3rd part lost my grandfather to complications from cancer. This is piece that I’m writing to heal and is still in progress. Summary: “After surviving Amaru and the end of the world, they find out Kate has limited time to live, because cancer is a bitch. How do they say goodbye? How does Kate want to spend her last days? Seth's not dealing with this very well. Richie and Scott are not having it either. Kate's somehow is the one that is going to get everyone through this. Warning for: cancer, impeding (but not immediate) character death, grief stages, and potential adult situations.” Proudest writing moment: Without spoiling anything Richie’s POV in part 5 - it was a labor of love to make perfect.

Love Is... This is an AU multi-chapter piece from a Tumblr prompt is being writing with the help of my dear friend here. So I write comedy? Yes... apparently I do. This is loosely based on Jane the Virgin. I just love this piece I smile everytime I work on it. Still in progress Summary: “Originally a Tumblr prompt: "Anonymous said: Me too for being curious about SethnKate prompts idea. I got one for you. Jane the Virgin au...Seth hijacks Kate's pregnancy. Poor Kate winks Seth is pissed till he meets his baby momma haha" Seth never planned on any of this: not the sweet little, virgin church girl, who's got more attitude than people expect; not her moving in with him and his family and certainly not his baby she's intent on having. He's going to have to figure out how this woman and his child are going to fit into his life; does he even want them to?” Proudest writing moment: Can I love the whole thing? Maybe Richie’s summary of the events to Eddie - yup, probably that so far.

RichieKate/Kichie

It’s the moment he closes his eyes and prays with her in the RV and the expression on his face when he sees her at Jackknife Jeds - when Mavado brings her out.

Right Call So even though this ended up kinda a smut piece. I really liked it- I think it’s a got heart. I felt like I got Richie’s voice too. Summary: Kate gets hurt during a job and wants ice cream... Richie wants Kate... Seth leaves to get Kate ice cream and....PWP, Smut.... good lord this ran away with me. "...but it did things to him when he caught his scent on her. Humans liked to pretend that part of their nature didn’t exist, but it did. It was just expressed in different ways now: ring on a certain finger, offering a girl your shirt after sex, sharing a shower and washing her with your soap, getting her addicted to your favorite foods, and of course the ever cliché hickey on the neck." Proudest writing moment: Richie’s voice in general - but I loved him whispering scripture onto her skin. Points if you can guess where in the Bible it comes from without googling it.

Seth/Kate/Richie Honestly never written or shipped a poly-relationship, but there is something about the way they both react around her that made it click in my head.

Ever Mine; Ever Yours; Ever Ours Currently this is a two-part bit of OT3 fluff. First time I’ve ever written the idea of a three-way pairing. Side note I grew up with girl who lived in a type of household - so in my brain it’s not outside of possible. I am planning on more to this and some more mature things as well. Summary: Okay this came out of nowhere and simply could NOT be more domestic OT3 if I tried. Seriously, it just hit me from left field and now I have Gecko babies running around in my head. OT3 for reals though - in a fluffy, domestic way, but very much OT3. Okay other than that, no warnings needed, it’s fluffy nonsense.A non-crime Gecko story - all about family Proudest writing moment: First time I got brave enough to share a visual board.

Okay so this turned out longer than I planned. I guess I’m gonna do this in more than one part.

Yikes so many words about my words... Be Blessed guys. I’m working on all my pieces write now.

Love to my Loves!!!