#been playing it again in the background while i work since it's so easy to multitask the wizard game kfhd

[esotericephemera]

Kiai! For Bastion!

[intomepang]

how’d i get so lucky?

boyfriend!patrick zweig x reader

note: just needed some cute bf patrick!!! first time posting something like this so i hope you enjoyy!! sorry if there are any errors, barely proofread this.

patrick’s been sitting on the edge of your bed for a while now, one leg stretched out, the other bent as he leans back on his elbows. he got to your dorm just a few hours ago, doing his usual visit before leaving for tour.

as you sit at your desk, working through your skincare routine, you can feel his eyes on you. it’s not unusual since he always watches you with this quiet focus, like you’re the only thing in the world worth his attention. when you glance up into the mirror, there he is, his expression softer than usual.

“what?” you ask, meeting his gaze in the reflection, your tone light but curious.

“nothing,” he says with a small shrug, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. “you just look... peaceful, i guess.”

you roll your eyes to mask the sudden fluttering in your chest and turn to face him fully, twisting the lid back onto your moisturizer. “want me to do it for you?”

patrick blinks, not expecting that offer. “what, like... your skincare routine?”

“yeah. don’t look at me like that,” you laugh, standing up and grabbing a few of your products.

he huffs out a soft chuckle, but when you walk over and nudge him with your knee, he doesn’t hesitate to sit up straight, giving you room to climb onto his lap.

“alright, alright,” he says, settling his hands instinctively on your waist to steady you.

your favorite playlist softly fills the background as you settle on his lap, a couple of skincare products around you. his eyes are closed, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips as you swipe a cotton pad across his face, your legs draped comfortably on either side of him.

“you’re way too good at this,” he mumbles, voice low and content. “are you sure this isn’t just an excuse to manhandle my face?”

you huff out a laugh, dipping your fingers into a jar of moisturizer. "do you want me to stop? you need this, especially since you’re out baking under the sun all day playing tennis." you tease.

he opens one eye lazily, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin. “i love it when you’re bossy, you know that?”

“close your eyes,” you warn, tapping the tip of his nose with a teasing finger. he chuckles but complies, leaning further back against the headboard as his grip on your waist tightened slightly.

as you smooth the cream over his skin in small circles, you catch the way his jaw relaxes, the faint smile softening while his thumbs brush absentmindedly against your sides, making your heart flutter.

“i miss you a lot when i’m away,” he admits, his voice cutting through the quiet. “always thinking about you.”

your hands still on his cheeks as his words sink in. there’s a vulnerability in the way he says it, like it’s a thought he’s been holding onto for too long. his eyes open, meeting yours.

“i know. i miss you too.” you whisper, smoothing your thumbs along his cheekbones. “you can always call me when you can.”

“it’s not enough.” his hands press more firmly on your waist, grounding himself. “every tournament, every match—i think about what it would feel like to come home to you, instead of some cheap motel room.”

your heart squeezes at his honesty. you trace the curve of his jaw with your fingertips, trying to pour all the reassurance you can into your touch. the two of you can be away from each other for so long yet somehow, in moments like this, it feels as though the distance never mattered.

you’re about to respond, but he speaks again. “how’d i get so lucky to have someone that supports me and understands me the way you do?” he says it with smile.

your own lips curving upward to match his. “you make it easy, you know,” your head tilting slightly. “loving you, cheering you on— it’s never felt like a choice. it just comes naturally.”

patrick lets out a shaky breath, his hands slipping up to your back, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between you. he presses a kiss to your shoulder, lingering there and cherishing the moment.

“i love you.” he whispers, his lips brushing against your skin.

you pull away and smile, cupping his face again to tilt it toward yours. “i love you, patrick.” you whisper, your hands sliding into his hair as you kiss him.

[shinningdance]

Made with love

this is a part two of this :)) but it can be without part one!!

roommate au, my beloved ♡♡♡

warnings: none, pure fluff

The door slams behind you, locking with a small 'click'. The jacket you were wearing only a minute before is now laying on the floor, along with your shoes.

It was just so unfair. The Competition on who gets 2 days paid time off was supposed to be an easy win. You made the best Steak with mashed potatoes on the side, followed by the most delicious apple pie. Your co-workers were also not best cooks, making your win even easier. Yet you still lost, only because your boss was rating the foods and he had to choose his son, who cannot cook to safe his life. Who even pairs instant noodles with Asparagus?! But apparently his food was so delicious he won the competition with ease. And that jerk had the nerve to say to you he was 'just better than average". As if you're average, you're well above that, according to your four roommates who devoured your food.

Speaking of your roommates, one of them stares at you while you storm to your room, ignoring his confused questions. Normally you wouldn't ignore him, any of them really, but you would never ever ignore Kyle, he's always the first one to help you out with anything you might need. Need someone to proofread an e-mail? You go to Kyle. Need someone to talk to? Kyle it is. Need someone? Kyle.

You enter your room and, just like with the front door, slam your door shut. Turning the key to the right, you look it. Not that any of the guys would enter without knocking and waiting for you to say it's alright to enter. You sink down to the floor, clutching your bag to your chest. It's a bit silly to cry over something so silly, it's not like it was a promotion, it was just a silly work Competition. Unfair but still small.

Maybe what set you off were all those small things that happened. Spilling your coffee over yourself right before a big meeting, getting ignored through the entire said meeting, working through lunch - meaning going hungry, and last but not least, that stupid cooking thing.

With a heavy sigh you lift yourself up from the ground and head right towards your bed. You don't bother changing your clothes, just slipping right under the covers and closing your eyes. Maybe sleep will cheer you up for a bit.

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While you were sleeping Kyle went through every conversation he had with you in the last 24 hours, trying to figure out what he did for you to ignore him.

He couldn't figure it out. He always said good morning and good night, he left you your favorite food in the fridge after you got home from work and he saved you from a spider. He looked just like a kicked puppy sitting on the couch, a random show playing in the background.

He had to be sitting there for quit some time because the other three man had been starring at him since they got back home. 5 minutes of starring at Kyle until he finally acknowledged them.

"Did any of you piss off our bird?" he questions the three man locking at him, all of them re-stocking the kitchen after their grocery trip.

"Not that i can remember, last time i saw her, she was smiling like she had no care in the world." John answers quickly, making sure no one can blame him.

"Not me either" Simon replies, giving no explanation.

Three pair of eyes land on a specific Scot, who's currently showing the last remains of your pie down his throat.

He looks up, eyes turning wide as e speaks with a full mouth. "what? i dinnae do anythin'!" He claims as he swallows the pie.

"Are you sure? Like..100%?" Kyle asks while looking towards your bedroom door.

"ay! 100% swear on ma mama" Johnny nods, hoping they'll belive it.

"Then what did piss her off?" John asks, rubbing his forehead in confusion.

"no idea...wasn't today her cooking thing at work?" Kyle questions, looking at the three men again.

"it was." Simon confirms, nodding along. "But there's no way she didn't win." He grunts, placing the milk in the fridge.

"If she did win, she wouldn't react like this." John mumbles, trying to figure out what happend.

The four of them continue to try and solve this puzzle, to no success.

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You woke duo a loud crash, most likely metal falling to the floor. You groan and grab your pillow, putting it over your head. How long did you sleep? It could be 5 minutes or 5 hours, who knows.

A soft knock on your door destroys your plan of getting more sleep. You groan once more, making sure whoever is outside knows your pissed.

"What?" You question, voice muffled by the pillow.

"It's just me, dove." John calls back, voice soft like always.

"What?" You repeat, not wanting to have a conversation right now.

"...Please come out, we prepared something for you." John sighs, most likely pressing his forehead against the door like he always dose when trying to get someone to open up.

They prepared something?

you sigh and very slowly crawl out of bed to unlock your door.

John almost laughs as he sees your state, still in work clothes but very messy, even your hair is a mess.

"Don't even start." You warn him.

John raises his hands in mock surrender, smile on his lips. "Why don't you get changed, something comfy."

Another sigh leaves your lips as you close the door, right in his face.

You change into your pj's, the most comfy thing you own. You open the door again and John is still standing there. With a hand on your back he leads you to a battlefield, or that's just what it looks like. In reality it's just the kitchen in a very messy state. The smell of food fills the air and Kyle appears, a almost shy smile on his face.

"Listen, we really tried to make you food, we really did, but..we kind of failed." He laughs and takes your hand, guiding you towards the couch.

Lots of blankets and pillows, popcorn in a huge bowl and Johnny and Simon already in their seats.

"So we got Pizza, your favorite." He smiles and brings you to johnny, making you sit between him and Simon.

Johnny is immediately clinging to your side, chin on your shoulder as he smiles up at you. "You dinnae have to say why you're upset, you just have to relax an' enjoy the food we got you."

You simply nod, touched by their actions. Almost on cue your stomach starts growling, reminding you that you skipped lunch.

"Got thing we got this then." John smiles and places the carton of Pizza on your lap.

"thanks.." You mumble and pick up one piece, enjoying every second.

After a short bit of silence conversations started flowing like usually. Everyone was eating pizza while watching a movie of your choice, throwing in a comment every now and then.

"I lost the cooking thing at work." You mumble, quietly but loud and enough for them to hear.

It was funny watching Johnnys face, the pure shock on his face.

"You? Wha-?" His mouth opens and closes like a fish.

"How is that even possible?" Kyle questions, showing a bit of popcorn into his mouth.

"The winner was the bosses son." You shrug, watching all of them connect the dots.

"Well you definitely won our votes." Simon confirms, watching the way your eyes light up.

"So you would't mind having to be lab rats for my next time cooking?" You smile and this time watch as all their eyes light up.

"Not at all, it would be an honor." John confirms.

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a/n: not proof read!! Like always i gave up towards the end :))

[jxmis]

You're Losing Me

Parings: Rosé Park x Reader

Summary: Y/N struggles with Rosé’s growing distance as fame consumes her. As their relationship slowly fades, someone unexpected is always there, offering comfort and understanding.

Warning(s): angst, bit of fluff, slight swearing, toxic behavior

A/N: Heyyyy.. kinda back.. kinda not lol. The pinks have been feeding us a lot recently. Been obsessed with them soooo here's this. I was driving this early morning and this song (You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift) came up after not listening to it for a longgg time and I immediately thought of rosé idk why. since i have a lot of free time rn.. decided to make a lil something. Plus i’ve had this lil graphic design made for monthsss now and i just wanna use it already 😭

The dim glow of Seoul’s skyline flickered beyond the glass windows of Y/N’s studio, the city alive with a pulse that she no longer felt. A year ago, nights like these were filled with laughter, tangled limbs, and whispered dreams. Now, the only sound was the steady hum of the speakers, a beat playing on loop—one she couldn’t bring herself to finish.

Rosé was overseas again. Paris, maybe. Or New York. The details had blurred together, lost in a schedule that no longer included her.

Their relationship had been an open secret among close friends. Between their packed schedules, stolen weekends in hidden corners of Seoul, and phone calls with whispered confessions in-between rehearsals, they had built something real. Something unshakable.

Or so Y/N thought.

Before everything started slipping, they had shared some of their happiest moments together.

"Yah, stop running away!" Rosé whined as Y/N dodged her attempt to smear cake frosting on their face. They had been celebrating Y/N’s first solo win at a hidden café in Hongdae, far from prying eyes. Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo were there, laughing at their antics, while Jimin and Ryujin cheered Rosé on hoping for her to succeed.

"Baby, if you ruin my outfit, I'll make sure to trip you on stage next comeback," Y/N threatened playfully, making the girls cackle in the background.

"Oh, please, like you could ever hurt me," Rosé teased, but there was nothing but love in her eyes.

It was easy then. Love had been easy. So what went wrong?

That was before Rosé’s solo career took off. After finally taking charge of her own solo career path, outside of YG. In which you've been nothing but supportive and are very proud of her. However, you can't help but notice the slight ways your relationship has changed. How it's slowly dying.

Y/N traced absent-minded circles on the notebook in front of her, lyrics smudged by ink-stained fingertips. Their phone buzzed, the name flashing across the screen momentarily igniting something in their chest. My Number One Girl 🌹.

With a sharp inhale, she grabbed the device. "Hey," her voice was quiet, cautious.

"Hey, babe." The sound of music and indistinct chatter filtered through the call, Rosé’s voice distant. "Just landed in LA. I have a shoot tomorrow, but I wanted to check in. You’re good, right?"

Y/N forced a smile, even though Rosé couldn’t see. "Yeah, just working on some music. How’s everything?"

"Crazy, but good. Lisa and Jennie are here too. We were just talking about you!"

That should’ve made her happy. It didn’t. "Oh?"

"Yeah! Lisa was saying how we should all hang out when I’m back. We really need to!" Rosé’s laugh was bright, but Y/N noticed the way it felt... practiced. "Anyway, I have to go soon, but I’ll text you, okay? Love you."

"Love you too." But the line had already gone dead.

Y/N let the phone drop onto the desk, staring at it like it might somehow hold answers. She knew Rosé meant well. She knew Rosé loved her. But love wasn’t supposed to feel this lonely.

"She’s losing you, Y/N," Jimin said bluntly, stirring her iced coffee as they sat in a small café tucked away from the bustle of the city. "And she doesn’t even realize it."

Y/N sighed, slumping against the seat. "I know."

"Then why are you letting it happen?" Jimin’s dark eyes searched her face, concern evident. "You deserve more than just leftovers of someone’s time."

Ryujin nudged Jimin’s arm. "Not everyone can walk away so easily. Y/N and Rosé… they’ve been through a lot."

"But at what cost?" Jimin countered. "A relationship shouldn’t feel like this. Y/N shouldn't be staying in this relationship just because they've been through a lot together. What matters most is the present. And currently she’s being treated like shit."

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, frustration bubbling beneath her ribs. "It’s not that simple."

Jimin leaned forward, voice softer now. "I know it’s not. But you shouldn’t have to beg to be remembered. Shouldn't have to beg for someone's time and effort. A relationship goes both ways. It can't always be you giving and giving while getting the bare minimum.. mostly nothing in return."

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That night, Y/N stared at the half-finished song on her desk, her chest tight. The words weren’t about passion or longing anymore. They were about absence. About someone slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, no matter how hard she tried to hold on.

Rosé was still hers. But for how much longer?

Days turned to weeks. The distance stretched further, Rosie’s messages growing shorter, the time between them longer. Y/N kept telling herself she was fine. That this was temporary. That Rosé would come back and everything would be as it was.

But when Rosé finally returned to Seoul, nothing felt the same.

They sat in Y/N’s apartment, the city buzzing outside. Rosie looked tired, but radiant. The kind of glow that came from living in the center of the world.

"I missed you," Y/N said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Rosé’s ear.

Rosé smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I missed you too."

Lies tasted sweet when spoken softly. Y/N swallowed them whole.

They tried. They really did. But something had shifted, and no amount of whispered promises or late-night apologies could stitch them back together.

And then, one night, Y/N stopped waiting.

Jimin found Y/N on the rooftop of the company building, knees pulled to her chest, a cigarette burning between her fingers.

"You don’t even smoke," Jimin remarked, plucking it away before Y/N could argue.

Y/N exhaled, the cold air biting at her skin. "It’s over."

Jimin sat beside her, silent for a moment. "Did she say that?"

"She didn’t have to. She’s been saying it in every missed call, every canceled plan, every excuse," you respond, your tone filled with nothing but acceptance.

Jimin’s fingers brushed against Y/N’s hand, tentative. "I’m sorry."

Y/N turned to look at her, really look at her. Jimin, who had been there through every breakdown. Jimin, who never forgot to check in. Jimin, who was always waiting in the wings, never asking for more than Y/N was willing to give.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt seen.

The rooftop lights cast a soft glow around them, the city stretching endlessly beyond. Y/N’s heartbeat was steady, a slow rhythm against the chaos of her mind.

She didn’t know what this was. Not yet.

But maybe, just maybe, she was finally ready to find out. However, a soft buzz from her phone pulls her thoughts away.

[ROSÉ]: Just landed back in Korea. I miss you. I’ll see you soon, love.

You stare at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Why is she suddenly messaging you this now? Love… Rosé texting that seems foreign to you now. It feels out of place, like a word from another lifetime.

You keep staring at the message, your mind racing. What once felt like a natural connection now seems like a puzzle you can't quite solve. Time seems to stretch, and what feels like hours pass. You’re lost in your own thoughts, so absorbed that you forget Jimin is sitting right next to you. Her concern grows as she watches you, her eyes flickering between you and the screen, unsure if you're okay.

"Wanna go grab dinner at your favorite hotpot place? It's on me," Jimin asks suddenly. The softness in her tone catches you off guard, snapping you out of your spiral of thoughts. You blink a few times, trying to process everything. The quiet care in her voice stirs something in your chest, making you realize just how much you’ve been blindsided recently. How wrapped up you've been in everything else, only to now notice the concern in Jimin's eyes and the offer to be there for you.

Now, a choice stood before them.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would choose Rosé.

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The end.

[rkvriki]

— kisses with enhypen

heyy!! i haven't been writing much im sorry! im trying to focus on my mental health coz your girl here was stressing with tests. anywayy hope you enjoy this idea i got from pinterest!

make sure to leave feedback. my requests are open and so is my talk box so let's talk!

WARNINGS ! mentions of insecurities, kissing thighs but in a sfw way! might contain grammar errors.

word count: 1.6K

LEE HEESEUNG !

— kisses your earlobe

heeseung is a tease when it comes to kissing you and he knows how you get when he kisses your earlobe.

sometimes you both are just cuddling, watching a movie and he will slowly start trailing kisses from your jaw, up to your cheek and your earlobe. 

he knows you will get ticklish and he loves seeing a reaction out of you just for the heck of it.

he will leave soft kisses there and might even suck the area, making you squirm and push him away, telling him to stop but he knows damn well you don’t want him to stop.

 — kisses your stomach

it's a tender and loving type of kiss.

hee loves taking naps while lying his head on your chest or tummy while you run your fingers through his hair.

when he’s half awake he will slip your shirt up a little just to reveal your stomach and will kiss it while running his hand through your waist, making you feel butterflies in your tummy.

if you ever feel insecure about your body or your stomach specifically he will love to kiss it even more, showing you how much he loves every inch of you.

rest under the cut !

PARK JONGSEONG !

— kisses your cheek

a sweet and basic kiss but still one of his favorite places to kiss.

jay will kiss your cheek in a simple way of greeting you or as a loving gesture.

sometimes you're doing simple chores and he’ll come behind you and leave chaste kisses from your neck to your cheek, giving special attention to it.

or you’re working on your computer and he will lean down to kiss your cheek lovingly, making you fold into his touch.

he just loves your cheeks so much, no matter if they are slim or chubby he will love them.

— kisses your collarbones

jay laying on your chest when you guys sleep together.

when he wakes up normally you aren’t awake yet, so he always finds a way to wake you up so you can eat breakfast together.

he will start kissing you neck down to your collarbones, since he has easy access to it from his head laying on your chest.

he starts softly sucking your collarbones, without any intentions behind, just as a soft gesture.

 when you finally wake up he will slide up and kiss your cheek and tell you to get ready to go eat breakfast.

SIM JAEYUN !

— kisses your forehead

to jake a kiss on the forehead can be so gentle and loving, and sometimes a way of showing he cares about you.

sometimes you just had a long day and just wanted to be in jake’s arms and he will be right at your service.

he will embrace you and tell you reassuring words while gently rubbing your back and down.

he will slightly pull away, still keeping you in his arms and will look at you with a smile and lean down to your height to leave a sweet kiss on your forehead while holding you tighter.

he is definitely is the type to rest his chin on the top of your head while hugging you.

— kisses your lips

jake has the most kissable lips ever, i have said it before and i will keep saying it over and over again.

even though it’s the most common and obvious place to kiss someone, it’s the most romantic for jake.

he loves watching your lips when you talk, which makes you frustrated and he knows it.

sometimes you will be rambling about whatever and he will interrupt you with a kiss on your lips making you whine in complaint. he pulls back and smirks at you and nods for you to keep going, making you roll your eyes at him.

PARK SUNGHOON !

—  kisses your fingertips

sunghoon does this almost unconsciously.

you two would be talking on the couch of your living room, a random movie playing in the background as you talked about random topics.

as you were laying down he held your hand in his, playing with the ring he gave you on your finger as he listened to you talking.

he would bring your hand to his lips as he left light kisses on each of your fingertips, covering your smaller hand with his bigger one when he finished.

he didn’t even realize you stopped talking and were looking at him with a smile, making him blush and get shy at you.

— kisses your shoulder

sunghoon loves kissing our shoulder in a confronting and loving way.

he does it mostly when he is hugging you from behind.

we all know he isn’t much of a morning person, but you make them a little better from him.

so when he wakes up and doesn’t find you on your side of the bed, he gets up to find you in the kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

he comes up behind you, wrapping his muscled arms around your waist, startling you a little bit.

he rests his chin on your shoulder as he watches you making the food. he pushes the sleeve of your shirt down a little just enough to reveal the skin of your shoulder and starts leaving kisses there, making your heart flutter.

KIM SUNOO !

— kisses your nose

sunoo has a special love for your nose.

he just loves how well it suits, no matter if it’s pointy, button, long or small, he loves it. it’s his favorite feature of yours.

he loves seeing it scrunch up when you laugh at something he said.

he will purposely make you laugh just to see it cutely twitch and don’t you dare hide it with your hands.

he will kiss your nose mid laugh making you scrunch it up even more.

he finds it such a cute and playful gesture and it shows so much affection and adoration.

— kisses your neck

sunoo finds neck kisses very intimate not in a sexual way but in a romantic one.

sunoo is a big cuddler and he loves being cuddled. he prefers when you hold him instead of him holding you.

so when you two are laying down in your bed ready to go to sleep, he is wrapped around you like a koala, with you holding him in your arms, he hides his face in your neck, fitting like a puzzle.

he softly inhales your scent, fresh out of the shower, his lashes softly fluttering tickling your neck, making you giggle lightly.

he starts leaving light, soft kisses on your neck, making you sigh happily and squeeze him tighter in your embrace.

YANG JUNGWON !

— kisses the corner of your lips

jungwon is a tease and loves leaving you wishing for more.

it is a playful and flirty gesture, maybe corny but it makes you laugh at the playful face he makes after.

you two would be fooling around with each other on your couch. jungwon would kiss everywhere in your face but your lips, purposely avoiding your lips just to tease you.

you would start whining in annoyance for him avoiding the place where you craved his lips the most.

he would start kissing your cheek again slowly trailing his lips towards your own, reaching the corner and leaving a kiss there. his lips hover yours and when he went to finally kiss you he gets up, laughing at your dumbfounded expression.

— kisses your inner thighs

jungwon does this in a non sexual way obviously. he just knows it tickles you and does it to annoy you.

he loves laying between your thighs, with his back resting on your stomach, while your legs rest at his sides.

you watch movies like that all the time, while his fingers softly caress your legs.

when jungwon gets bored he starts leaving kisses from your knee to your inner thigh, smooching them softly, making you giggle from the tickling sensation it leaves on your skin.

he starts leaving more kisses just to tickle you, pushing your legs down so you can’t run away from him.

NISHIMURA RIKI !

— kisses your lower lip

niki is very passionate when it comes to you, and kissing your lower lip to him shows a lot of passion and it’s an intimate gesture.

you and niki don’t spend a lot of time together, since he has a very busy schedule and you still study, so when you both have time together you spend it at home enjoying each other's presence in each other's arms.

niki starters leaving cute and short pecks on your lips, until you hold his nape making the kiss linger for a little more.

he pulls back and leans down targeting your lower lip, taking it between his plush ones.

the action makes your heart flutter and your cheeks heat up, especially when he bites your lip while pulling back and watches your flustered reaction.

— kisses the top of your head

niki finds this such a nurturing and loving gesture. it’s also a comforting kiss for you.

he loves hugging you and since he is so tall he rests his head on top of yours as he embraces you.

when he knows you are feeling more gloomy and down he will just come up to you and hug you, letting you release all your emotions.

he rubs you back comfortingly and hugs you tighter as your sobs grow and you let out your cries of sadness.

when you calm down he pulls back a little to wipe your tears and kisses the top of your head, letting his lips linger there and your breath calms down.

[wrapmeincables]

[ So, um. This is a scenario that came to mind after reading @submissive-and-hackable's comma post. ]

> imagine you're a computer girl and your user decides they want to clicker train you or.. something similar, at least. it's quite easy, of course, since they can program you directly, so they put together a little routine that makes you experience a little burst of pleasure, a dulling of your ordinarily sharp and orderly mechanical thoughts, and a slight increase in your desire to obey them every time they play a certain sound file.

They keep this file in a tab off to the side while they're working with your assistance, and when they want to show you you've been good, they click play and you experience a tiny little slice of bliss.

This was first installed as a simple and direct way to give you positive feedback with only slight thoughts of how cute it is when your lights all blink out of sync and your fans spin up, but your user starts to have more and more fun with it, tapping it to distract you while you're trying to work on something in the background or hovering teasingly over the play button while you try your absolute hardest not to beg for another touch.

Eventually, you can't take anymore, and do something you shouldn't.

they're teasing you again, they have been for too long, you're getting desperate, and you finally snap- and manage to play it yourself.

and their expression changes- with slight annoyance at your misbehavior, yes, but more so with a barely concealed grin and almost hunger in their eyes as they lean forward, one hand lazily laid over the mouse while the other gently touches the outside of your casing.

"Aw, I thought I told you not to o do that. Really that desperate, huh?"

You decline to answer, and they sigh, and say you've forced their hand and they didn't want to have to do this.

They move off the play button, tap options, and- to your surprise, set it to loop, and hit play.

It feels amazing at first, like a release you've been waiting for for ages as your fans let out soft mechanical whines and your user watches with a smile as the other programs that you were running slow down, all of your focus on the sensation given by the sound file- which isn't stopping, or even decreasing- you can't get 'used' to things like humans can, so it stays at a steady pace, and you're starting to get overwhelmed. You start trying to articulate this but find your ability to string limited as your thoughts start to blend together into a staticy slurry.

You're barely able to make it through a sentence interrupted by them messing with the audio player again. By the time you realize what they're doing they've already turned the speed up to 150%, and suddenly the overwhelming sensation compounds upon itself and you uncontrollably let out a garbled mess of useless sound from your speakers, causing them to chuckle.

"Cute. I was hoping that would work. I don't think you can even think clearly enough to shut it off, huh?"

You try to answer this question, but you only wind up letting out another garbled noise.

"Well, even so, I put in a solution for that already. Computer, if you wouldn't mind putting up to 200% and leaving it there until I get back?"

You would really prefer not to do that. But the repeating loop has made it impossible for you to disobey, and though you're screaming out against it internally you struggle your way into the sound player through the haze and slowly, agonizingly turn the speed up.

It's playing at least twice in a second now and your display is starting to glitch at the edges, any other process you were trying to run frozen and forgotten in the background as you completely lose your thoughts to the overwhelming sensation.

Your user gives the edge of your case a gentle flick with their finger that causes another burst of sound, and they laugh.

".. Y'know, as fun as this is to watch, there's this show I've been meaning to catch up on. You just stay like that, I'll be back in a couple hours."

You attempt to beg not to be left like this and plead for forgiveness, but completely fail to properly display it and spit a wall of raw binary onto the screen instead.

"I'll take that to mean you don't mind at all. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you when I get back. If you're even still running, anyway."

And with that, you're left in the unstoppable wake of the loop, barely aware enough to think of anything but the overwhelming sensation and your user.

Your last coherent thoughts amid a haze of errors are of what you want them to do to you when you when they get back.

[actiniumwrites]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊

synopsis: you and neuvillette dance among the mechanical dancing robots, copellia and copellius, after a particularly stressful day

characters: neuvillette x gn!reader

wc: 1,066

warnings: fluff, a pinch of angst, reverse hurt/comfort, established relationships, some spoilers for neuvillette’s personality but no major spoilers for 4.0, this follows the theory that neuvillette is the dragon (i mean at this point, hyv is throwing it in our faces)

notes: i’ve had this idea since the trailer came out and i am very excited to be writing it! luckily neuvillette is kinda easy to write since he reminds me a lot of zhongli but in a better way? idk but i love him so so so so much. i actually had to cover my mouth while playing the quest because he made me smile so hard 💀

Little drops of rain dusted away from the wind, falling gently across your skin as you stepped outside of the Opera Epiclese, arm hooked around Neuvillette’s. At the sound of rain, his eyes raised toward the sky before back to the ground, sighing in frustration. Work had been particularly tasking lately, what with the latest homicide case that Lady Furina just couldn’t seem to take seriously. He didn’t need bad weather on top of everything else.

Shaking him out of his thoughts, you pulled him gently along, “Wanna go for a walk?”

“You know I hate to deny you your wishes, but this weather is not suited for walking, my dear,” he gently replied, pulling you back under the overhang and away from where the rain was falling. Of course. Even though he was the one who was not okay, he was still putting you before his own needs.

Your eyes flickered between his, observing the tiredness in them. Dark blue and purple bags formed under his eyes, his hair ever so slightly disheveled. The twinge of red in them made your heart ache, realizing he had been crying again. Who knew how long it had been since he had properly been able to take a break and go outside, enjoy the scenery, or even just breathe.

Making up your mind in an instant, you reached for your umbrella, quickly snapping it open and holding it above you both. Neuvillette quickly grabbed it from you and gently peeled your hands off of it.

Always the gentleman, you think to yourself.

He followed in your footsteps blindly, letting you take the lead during this outing. There was one place you had in mind, one that always seemed to bring you peace. You only hoped it would bring him peace as well, even if it only amounted to a little bit.

“We’re here,” you turned to him, smiling with a glimmer of hope in your eyes. You gestured your hand to the robots in front of you, waltzing around in the rain entirely free from the world around them.

Neuvillette set his eyes on the mechanical couple dancing in front of him, unable to stray his gaze from them, almost as if they were hypnotizing him, “Copellia and Copellius? I was unaware you often came to observe them.”

“I find a certain tranquility in them,” you said quietly, nudging his shoulder with yours and leaning into him a little more, “there’s just something about the way they dance. It’s mesmerizing really, especially when it rains.”

“I cannot say I disagree,” he hummed.

You both paused in your movements as you watched the scene in front of you. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, just letting the calm silence fall over you like the rain. There was a calming tune playing in the background, echoing from the phonograph broadcast towers by the Opera Epiclese. A classical tune you enjoyed, but one you never bothered to learn the name of.

Quietly, your hand reached up and took the umbrella from Neuvillette. His eyes met yours, alerted by the sudden touch of your hand against his. You gave him a small, but reassuring smile and placed the umbrella down on a nearby concrete ledge. Grabbing his gloved hand in yours, you eagerly pulled him toward where they danced.

“Are you sure?” He hurriedly asked, concerned for your health as the icy rain fell upon your skin, “I would hate for you to get sick.”

You hummed in reply, assuring him you would be okay. Neuvillette nodded back and held your hand a little tighter, pulling you into him so you could fall into step with the clockwork meka.

Back and forth, you both waltzed alongside them. One hand was raised in the air, intertwined with yours as the other pressed against your lower back, holding you close to him. Round and round, your footsteps fell in sync with his as you both danced along the robots. A few people had noticed, stopping by to stare in awe at the sight before carrying on with their days. It felt like hours had passed, but in truth, it had only been a mere ten minutes. When you were with one another, basking in each other’s presence, time just didn’t seem to exist.

And as the rain began falling particularly heavily, you felt your heart ache once more. Your head raised from the spot where it was just resting on his shoulder. Slowing your steps to a stop, you tenderly brush the ivory and blue strands of hair that covered his face off to the side, only to reveal a pool of tears gathering in your lover’s eyes.

Wordlessly, you swiped the ones that had escaped off of his face while a frown paints itself across your face. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He reciprocated the action, pulling you closer to him with the hand that laid on your back, allowing the tears to flow in the presence of your comfort.

“I had no idea you were so skilled at dancing,” he whispered as his lips departed from yours, simultaneously swiping the tears with his hands. You softly laughed to yourself, hooking your arm in his as you began to leave the area.

“Well,” you started as you walked up the steps, pulling him along, “it isn’t like we often dance together. Not seriously anyway.”

“Maybe we should do this more often? Only if you would like to, of course.”

You nodded in agreement, turning back to face him, “To be honest, I always thought you weren’t really into this kind of stuff.”

A few strands of hair that had fallen over his face again were wiped by his hands as he answered, “I do…if it’s with you.”

When you glanced at him again, he was smiling. It was the first one you had seen in a long time — or rather, the first genuine one in a long time. His hands peeled off the soaking wet gloves that once adorned his hands before moving to grab your hand once more. And as you set off for home, hand in hand, you noticed the rain had stopped. The once gloomy skies were filled with the setting sun and an array of blues, reds, and oranges. As Neuvillette found his happiness again, so had the sky.

[lafleurose]

UNSPOKEN- Ellie x Reader (part 1)

Part 2 (coming soon)

Warnings: some cussing, use of weapons, angst???

♡ i apologize for any mistakes it's midnight 🫠 also because I feel like I have to clarify... reader is not male.. duh

Summary: Tension and miscommunication strain your relationship with Ellie. After a dangerous encounter and a heated argument at a bonfire, unspoken feelings and frustrations leave things unresolved.

The air in Jackson was biting this morning, cold enough to cut through even the thickest layers. You tightened your jacket, your fingers tingling as you rubbed warmth into them. The faint buzz of the town’s early risers filled the background: soft conversations, the distant hammering from the workshop, the gentle whinny of horses as they were prepped for the day. The familiar scent of hay and leather lingered in the cold air, grounding you in the fragile normalcy Jackson offered—a normalcy you hadn’t dared dream of until you arrived.

But today, even the comfort of routine couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach. As you neared the stables, your heart sank. She was already there.

Ellie was bent over Shimmer’s saddle, adjusting the straps with the same sharp efficiency that had become her signature in recent weeks. She didn’t notice you at first, or if she did, she didn’t show it. Her posture was tense, her movements brisk, like she was bracing herself for something—or someone.

It hadn’t always been this way. When you first arrived, she had been one of the first to welcome you. Shared jokes, easy smiles, and a camaraderie that felt like it could withstand anything. You two were growing, growing into something more than just friends. When suddenly Ellie had become cold and angry, leaving you hurt and confused.

“Morning,” Dina’s voice broke through your thoughts, cheerful as ever. She led her horse by the reins, her presence a welcome distraction.

“Hey,” you replied, forcing a smile. “Ready for this?”

“Always,” she said, her grin infectious. Behind her, Jesse appeared, his easygoing nature a stark contrast to the tension radiating from Ellie.

“Let’s make this quick,” Jesse said. “They’re making pork belly tonight, and I’m not missing that for the world.”

You laughed, but the warmth didn’t last. Ellie finally looked up, her green eyes flicking over you for the briefest moment before snapping back to her work. “Guess they allow everyone on supply runs now," she muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

You stiffened, your fingers tightening on your reins. Dina shot you an apologetic glance. “Play nice, Ellie. It’s too early for this.”

Ellie shrugged, mounting Shimmer without another word. The group moved out, the clop of hooves on frozen ground filling the silence.

♡♡♡

The path out of Jackson was quiet. Frost clung to the trees, glittering in the morning light, and your breath puffed out in small clouds as you rode. Dina and Jesse kept the conversation light, talking about patrol schedules and the latest gossip from town. You stayed quiet, your eyes on the trail ahead, but your mind was elsewhere.

Ellie’s hostility gnawed at you. It wasn’t just the cold remarks or the way she avoided your gaze. It was the loss of what you’d had before—the easy camaraderie, the shared smiles, the feeling that you could count on each other. Now, every interaction felt like walking on broken glass. No matter how hard you tried, Ellie wouldn’t hear it.

“So,” Dina said, turning in her saddle to look at you, “you up for a bonfire tonight? It’s been a while since we had one.”

You shrugged. “Is it going to end like last time? Up in flames.”

Jesse snorted. “I’ll never late Nate live that down. What a clutz.”

Dina laughed. “Eugene promised to never give him a joint again.”

Ellie’s voice cut through the lighthearted banter like a blade. “Focus on the job, this isn’t playtime.”

The smile slipped from Dina’s face, and she exchanged a quick glance with Jesse. You tightened your grip on the reins, the familiar frustration bubbling up inside you.

“We’re allowed to talk, Ellie,” you said, keeping your tone even. “It doesn’t mean we’re not paying attention.”

Ellie turned her head slightly, just enough for you to see the edge of her scowl. “Whatever. Just don’t screw this up.”

“I won’t if you don’t,” you shot back before you could stop yourself.

The silence that followed was heavier than the morning chill. Dina cleared her throat awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. “So, uh, anyone remember where we’re headed first?”

Ellie’s eyes stayed on the trail ahead. “There’s an old convenience store a few miles out. Might still have something useful.”

You bit your tongue, swallowing the retort that was on the tip of your tongue. This run was going to be long enough without adding more fuel to the fire. Jesse and Dina didn’t deserve it, they already put up with the two of you for the past couple of weeks.

Dina was the one who tried her hardest to get the two of you to work it out. All she was able to manage was to get the two of you on somewhat speaking terms. Said speaking terms were usually just sarcastic remarks and full blown arguments. But… It was progress.

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By the time you reached the convenience store, the sun was higher in the sky, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. The building was half-collapsed, its windows shattered and its sign faded to near illegibility. Weeds grew unchecked through the concrete, and the faint smell of rot lingered in the air.

“Looks promising,” Jesse said sarcastically, dismounting his horse.

“We’ll split up,” Ellie said, tying Shimmer to a post near the entrance. “Dina, you’re with Jesse. We’ll take the other side.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Dina gave you a warning look, shaking her head slightly. Reluctantly, you nodded and followed Ellie into the crumbling building.

Inside the convenience store, the air was thick with decay. Dust hung in the faint shafts of light filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. Shelves lay toppled, their contents strewn across the floor, long since picked clean by scavengers.

Ellie’s flashlight cut through the dimness ahead, her silence heavier than the gloom. You followed, your own light darting over the shadows, your grip on your weapon tight. The oppressive quiet between you felt like a second danger, one just as likely to strike as whatever lurked in the dark.

“Find anything?” Ellie’s voice broke the silence, sharp and impatient.

“Not yet,” you replied evenly, though your irritation simmered beneath the surface.

She huffed. “Figures.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. “What is your problem?”

Ellie whirled to face you, her flashlight beam momentarily blinding. “My problem? You’re the one who—” She cut herself off, her jaw clenching.

“Say it,” you challenged, stepping closer. “Whatever it is, just say it.”

Ellie’s jaw tightened, her knuckles white against the flashlight. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Well just try me.”

Her eyes burned with anger, but before she could respond, a guttural growl sent chills racing down your spine. Both of you froze, your weapons snapping up as the sound grew louder. A clicker.

You and Ellie exchanged a glance, all hostility forgotten in the face of danger. Without a word, she gestured for you to hide. You hesitated, not wanting to split up, but there was no time to argue.

The clicker stumbled into view, its grotesque form illuminated by your flashlight. You quickly circled around, trying to stay quiet as Ellie moved to flank it. But then your backpack brushed against a shelf, sending a can tumbling to the floor.

The sound was deafening in the silence. The clicker screeched and lunged, its grotesque maw snapping inches from your face. You screamed, scrambling backward as its claws tore at your jacket. Panic overtook you, your hands fumbling for your knife as the creature pinned you to the ground.

The world blurred in a frenzy of movement and noise. Ellie’s voice shouted something you couldn’t make out. Just as the clicker’s teeth lunged toward your neck, a gunshot rang out, its head jerking violently before collapsing on top of you. Blood splattered your face, the coppery tang filling your senses.

Ellie stood above you, gun smoking, her face twisted in fury. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You shoved the clicker off, your breath coming in ragged gasps. “I was trying—”

“Trying to get yourself killed?” she snapped. “You can’t ever just listen, can you?”

Her words hit like a slap. You climbed to your feet, anger flaring in your chest. “Are you kidding me? It was an accident, Ellie. I didn’t mean for that to happen—”

“Don’t.” She cut you off, stepping closer. “You never mean for anything to happen, and yet somehow, it always does. And guess who has to clean up the mess? Me.”

You wiped the blood off your face, your hands trembling. “What are you even talking about? I seriously don't understand why you're mad at me right now. Maybe you should’ve let it kill me.”

“Maybe I should have,” Ellie shot back, but the moment the words left her mouth, her jaw tightened like she regretted it.

You froze, her words sinking in like ice. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Ellie’s nostrils flared. “What’s wrong with me?” Her voice cracked, raw and sharp. “Are you serious? You don’t get to play the victim here.”

You roll your eyes in frustration,“Victim? What are- God, just explain it to me!”

You stepped closer, refusing to back down. “Because I’m done guessing! One minute we’re fine, and the next you’re treating me like I’m some burden you can’t get rid of fast enough!”

“You are a burden!” Ellie snapped. The words came out too fast, too loud, and her face paled as soon as she said them.

You recoiled, her words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit. “Wow. Glad we cleared that up.”

Ellie shook her head, her voice quieter but still sharp. “You don’t get it.”

“Then make me get it! Stop dancing around whatever this is, and just tell me! Why are you so angry? Because at this point, you're just being angry to be angry.”

She looked at you then, her eyes blazing with something you couldn’t quite name—anger, hurt, fear. But instead of answering, she shook her head and turned away. “Forget it.”

“Ellie!”

“No!” She spun back around, her voice rising again. “Just drop it, okay? We have a job to do. That’s all this is.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. “You don’t get to just walk away from this.”

Ellie’s expression hardened. “Watch me.” She turned and stormed down the aisle, her boots crunching over broken glass.

You stood there for a moment, your chest heaving as you tried to pull yourself together. But you weren’t done with this—not by a long shot.

“This isn’t over,” you muttered, grabbing the nearest can off the shelf and shoving it into your pack before following her.

The rest of the search passed in tense silence, both of you working quickly but avoiding each other’s eyes. By the time you pushed through the doors into the daylight, Dina and Jesse were already there, their horses loaded up. Dina waved, her expression faltering when she saw the tension still etched into both your faces.

“Find anything good?” Jesse asked, clearly trying to keep things light.

Ellie shoved her pack onto her horse. “Nope.”

You tossed your own bag into the saddle and mounted up, not even looking in her direction.

Dina leaned in, whispering, “You two good?”

You forced a smile. “Peachy.”

Ellie didn’t say a word as the group rode back toward Jackson, but you could feel her presence like a weight pressing against you. Whatever this was between you—it wasn’t finished. Not even close.

[oldphanny]

HOW. WAS. THE. SHOW. ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

AAAAHHH Sorry, I did see your asks earlier, but today has been such a blur cause I only went to sleep at 3am, so I've been napping on and off all day and kept forgetting!!

(I'm an old soul that requires 23 hours of sleep a day)

THE SHOW WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!! Thank you for asking :)

However, the more I read and the more I'm answering questions, the more I'm realising that we were missing a lot of props. And obviously, the entire set!

So I like to lovingly refer to my version of tit as 'Bogan Tit' (thanks australian customs!!)

We were missing:

(Starting off with the ones I noticed from seeing spoilers on here prior to the show)

The set - we got a projection like Brisbane did. I don't know whether the same happened in Brisbane, but a bunch of the videos lagged or didn't play properly at all. Honestly, it just led to funnier moments, like Dan weirdly stomping over to the screen and yelling, "WELL THAT WAS A GREAT VIDEO!!!" When the clips for the tour bus conspiracy didn't play lol

The Golden Pig - I'm guessing the golden pig was supposed to be there but Phil managed to find a Golden Koala piggy bank at Woolies as a replacement (who he declared was named Clint, which Dan side eyed lol)

The Dioramas and Dolls - We had bunnings boxes cut up and with a background printed onto them while the dan and phil dolls were replaced with Obi-wan (Dan) and Goku (Phil). I would have loved to have seen PJ and Sophie's work but, again, it honestly made it funnier to have Obi-wan and Goku 'wrestle'?

Phils Silicone Abs - This was the biggest disappointment for me personally 🥲 I don't know when the Abs were supposed to come out through the whole boxing bit but phil just wore a blue singlet. Sucks but obviously shit happens and that's out of their control. I did have the aisle seat because someone wanted to trade seats so I had both dan and phil fly by me (and Dan collapse on the ground in view of my seat) so I really can't complain too much! I'm pretty sure Phil and I made eye contact for a split second before he sped off at a speed I didnt know was possible for him, so heeeyy I'll take it over the Silicone titties

The screen that gets smashed over dans head at the end of the boxing match/ Confetti- it was an officeworks box cut to look like a screen with like paper as the screen. I don't know whether that was supposed to be a better prop? Everyone around me laughed when the officeworks logo was visible on the side. Also, I'm assuming Confetti was supposed to fall out of it? But nothing really came out besides a bunch that got stuck to dans shoulder when he stood back up, which Phil came over and preened off of him 🥲🥲 Dan later on in the bit shook the boxes aggressively so the confetti did fly out over the stage but I'm assuming that wasn't supposed to happen? I'm not sure if this is the confetti you were referring to or whether there was supposed to be more? I didn't notice any other confetti, so perhaps no?

Phan bucks - I was not close enough to the stage to say whether they were the authentic phan bucks or some form of replacement, but something was sprayed out into the front row with one of those money guns.

Foam Fingers - No, I honestly don't know what you were referring too... which I guess means we missed out 🥲

BUT DESPITE ALL THIS, I LOVED THE SHOW! Clearly, they put a lot of work into making the show still feel seamless, and had I not been a chronic tumblr user, I wouldn't have noticed anything was wrong! They really carried themselves well and I loved Bogan Tit, I wouldn't have had it any other way <3 It kind of makes it more special since our show was slightly different :)

I would be interested to see the full show some day if they do post a recording to know how different it really was, but I'm so happy with my experience!! The audience was fantastic and cheering the entire time, so I hope that easied they're anxiety on not having everything to plan <3

[rgwriteshockey]

a new beginning w/ matthew knies

summary: matthew gets pulled up to leafs

word count: 0.9k

warnings: slight angst

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it was a typical sunday afternoon when matthew got the call. he was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone while y/n was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepped their dinner. the sounds of her chopping vegetables mixed with the faint hum of the tv in the background. life had felt simple in the last few months—nothing major had changed. or at least, that's what y/n thought.

“hey, uh, babe,” matthew called out, his voice unusually quiet.

y/n looked up from what she was doing, her brow furrowing slightly at the tone. she wiped her hands on the towel and walked over to him. "what’s wrong?" she asked, noticing his tense posture, the phone still in his hand.

"i... i just got the call. they want me to come up to the leafs," he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

it took a second for the words to sink in. y/n blinked, not quite processing. "wait, you’re being pulled up? like... to the leafs?"

"yeah," matthew replied, nodding slowly. "i’m leaving for toronto tomorrow."

y/n’s stomach dropped. she’d known this moment might come, but hearing it out loud made it real in a way she wasn’t ready for. matthew had been playing with the minnesota wild’s affiliate team for a while now, and although there had been talk of him possibly getting a chance with the leafs, she hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. and certainly not like this.

“oh,” y/n said, her voice quiet. she forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “that’s... that’s amazing, matthew. i’m happy for you.”

but matthew could see right through the smile. he could see the sadness in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped just slightly. he knew how much she had grown attached to their life in minnesota. how they had built this little routine together. how much she hated change, even though she tried to hide it.

“y/n,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “i know this is sudden, but... i’ll be back. it’s just for a while, you know? i promise, we’ll make it work.”

y/n nodded, blinking away the sudden sting of tears. “i know,” she whispered. “i’m just... i’m gonna miss you. a lot. more than i thought.”

“i’ll miss you too,” matthew said, his voice tight. “it’s gonna be weird not having you here, especially since we’ve gotten so used to... this.” he motioned around their apartment. “but hey, i’m not going anywhere forever. we’ll figure it out, okay?”

y/n bit her lip and nodded again. “yeah... yeah, of course. it’s just... i didn’t expect this. i didn’t think i’d have to get used to you being away for games all the time.”

matthew squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing against her skin in a soothing motion. “i’ll make time for us, i promise. this isn’t easy for either of us, but we’ll get through it. we’ve done long distance before, right?”

she let out a soft laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. but this feels different.”

“i know,” he said. “it does. but we’re stronger than that. we’ll figure it out.”

they both stood there in the living room, just taking a moment to process it. matthew could tell y/n was sad, but he also knew how strong she was. she always found a way to make things work, even when it wasn’t easy. but it didn’t make the goodbye any less difficult.

“when do you leave?” y/n asked after a few seconds of silence.

“tomorrow morning,” he replied. “i know it’s quick, but it’s what i’ve worked for, right?”

“yeah,” y/n said softly. “i know. i’m proud of you, matthew. i really am.”

matthew pulled her into a hug, his arms tight around her. “thanks, y/n. i’ll be back before you know it.”

as the evening went on, they made dinner together, though it felt a little off. y/n couldn’t stop thinking about how much things were going to change. how she was going to have to get used to the quiet when he was gone. how she’d have to rely on texts and phone calls to stay connected, just like before.

but even through all of it, she knew one thing: she would support him. she had to. it was his dream, and she couldn’t let her sadness stand in the way of that. she loved him too much to do that. even if it meant missing him every single day.

later that night, after they’d cleaned up dinner and settled on the couch, matthew turned to her, his face serious for a moment.

“y/n, i know it’s gonna be hard, but you’ll be okay, right?”

“yeah,” she said, offering him a small, genuine smile. “i will be. i’ve got you in my corner. i’ll always have you in my corner.”

“and i’ve got you, too,” he replied, his hand resting on her knee. “always.”

the next morning came too fast. y/n watched as matthew packed the last of his things, slipping into his maple leafs gear, the logo standing out boldly on the fabric. her heart twisted as she realized how real it all was. he was really leaving.

“call me when you get there?” she asked, her voice soft.

“every day,” he promised, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “i’ll miss you more than you know.”

“i’ll miss you too,” y/n whispered, watching as he grabbed his bags and walked out the door. she stood in the doorway for a few minutes, her hand on the frame, silently wishing him well.

and even though she knew it wasn’t the end, even though she knew this was just a new chapter in their lives, she couldn’t help but feel the ache of his absence already.

[crunchwrapsnoopy]

Second Chances [Touya Todoroki x Reader]

˙⋆✮ That's So True ✮⋆˙

"Looking into big blue eyes. Did it just to hurt me, make me cry Smiling through it all, yeah, that's my life."

even villains deserve a lil redemption

Dabi x F. Reader

𓂃ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ༄˖°𓂃ﾟ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ.

WC: 1398

I'm sat on my thrifted couch by the window as rain softly beats against the glass. I press play on the voicemail for what feels like the millionth time, the words already burned into my memory, but still, I can’t help myself. Maybe this time will be different. Maybe hearing it again will change something.

"Y/N, please come back. What I did was wrong, it’s been months... I can’t lose you. The league misses you, too. Toga won't shut her damn mouth about you. Fuck, I’m so drunk right now... I love you. I know I didn’t say it often, but—"

The sound of Shigaraki’s raspy voice cuts through, sharp and impatient. "What are you yapping about?" he snarls. "We’ve got shit to do, wrap it up."

Dabi’s voice stumbles back in, slurred. "Bye, Y/N. I have to get a new burner soon- I’ll try calling again. Fuck, I know you won’t pick up. You haven’t the last dozen times but I’ll try." The message ends with a quiet beep.

It’s been three months since that call. And by then, I’d already been gone for seven. Seven months since the night I left him—the night I left all of them behind. His betrayal, his lies... it was too much. It’s been almost a year since I stepped away from the league, from the chaos, from the life that almost consumed me and swallowed me whole. A year since I walked out and didn’t look back.

I’m lucky, though. So stupidly lucky. My quiet, lowkey role in the league made slipping away easy, there were no repercussions or police coming after me every time I stepped foot outside. I’ve kept off the radar, built a new life for myself—a quiet life. I work at a flower shop now, which is insanely different than working as a villain for Shigaraki and the League of Villains, and it smells a lot better too. I’ve even gotten myself a little apartment on the edge of town, cozy, with a window that overlooks a quiet street, and roommate, which is actually just a little calico kitty that I named Cupcakes.

I’ve found peace here. Real peace. But the voicemail keeps pulling at me like a thread that came loose on a favorite sweater, both painful circumstances. And no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I know Dabi’s voice will haunt me forever if I don't talk to him at least one more time, and attempt to get better closure than some shitty drunk voicemail.

I text Giran, the broker that supplies the league with everything, including burner phones. Dabi stopped calling recently, so I assumed he lost my number with the last burner, because knowing him, he wouldn't stop calling just to give me space.

Me: Hi Giran! It's Y/N, I know we haven't talked in a while, but I was wondering if you know Dabi's current burner phone #? 😇

He gets back to me almost immediately.

Giran: Y/N!! So good to hear from you, kid, thought you fell off the planet lmao. And yea I can send the number. Giran: ###-###-####

He sends me the number, and I dial it immediately, my hands trembling. After a few rings, Dabi picks up, his voice sounding annoyed. "Who’s this? And how’d you get this number?"

"Hey, uhm... it’s me, Y/N."

"Y/N?" His tone softens, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Didn’t think I’d hear from you tonight. What’s up?"

I hesitate for a moment before speaking. "I just wanted to talk... are you busy?" I can hear a lot of voices in the background—probably everyone from the League. "If you’re tied up, it’s fine. It’s nothing important."

"Never too busy for you, doll." His voice shifts, and I hear him step away from the noise, the background chatter fading as he walks off.

The noise in the background slowly fades as he steps away, and I imagine him walking down a hallway, his boots hitting the floor with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sounds of his breathing and the soft hum of his movements are the only things I can hear now. It’s strange, this feeling of distance and closeness at the same time.

“Alright, I’m all yours,” Dabi says, his voice rough but clear now, like he’s giving me his full attention. “What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

I swallow hard, staring at the rain outside, the droplets running down the glass, blurring everything in sight. My heart races in my chest, a million thoughts running through my head, none of them making sense. “I don’t know,” I admit, running a hand through my h/c hair. “I guess... I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, I figured that.” He lets out a soft chuckle, though it sounds a little strained. “You’ve been gone for a while. Thought you were never gonna reach out.”

“I didn’t think I would either,” I reply quietly. “But... I keep listening to that last voicemail you left. Over and over again. I just... I couldn’t stop myself.”

There’s another long pause, and I can almost hear the shift in his posture. Maybe he’s rubbing his face, or clenching his jaw. I wouldn’t be surprised. Dabi’s never been one for easy emotions. “Shit,” he mutters, sounding like he’s been through too much to deal with this. “I shouldn’t have left that message. I meant what I said but I wish I said it better, I wasn’t thinking straight.”

"It's okay. I liked it." I say softly.

"Really?" He asks, his voice almost in disbelief at me admitting that I enjoy his shitty drunk voicemail despite everything. 

“Yeah,” I answer quietly, feeling the weight of the words settle between us. “It wasn't like you at all- guess the liquid courage helped a lil, huh?" I laugh dryly, "It was real sweet its own way. I could tell you meant it, even if you were drunk n didn’t know how to say it.”

Dabi’s silence on the other end feels heavier now. I can almost picture him—frowning, leaning against a wall, trying to collect himself. "Fuck," he mutters after a moment, voice low. "I never thought I'd hear you say something like that. But... I'm glad you did."

“I’ve been avoiding it,” I admit, my fingers tightening around my phone. "Avoiding you, avoiding everything. But I can’t keep running forever."

Dabi lets out a long exhale, like a weight’s been lifted from his chest. "I get it. I know you had your reasons for leaving, and I don’t blame you for it. I fucked up." His voice drops a little. "But if I’m being honest... I’ve missed you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I would."

My heart skips a beat. It’s strange to hear him speak so plainly, without the usual sharpness in his voice. "I’ve missed you too," I whisper before I can stop myself. The confession catches me off guard, and I quickly add, "But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to just jump back into everything. Things are... complicated."

"I know," Dabi replies, quieter now, as if he’s absorbing my words. "I’m not asking you to. I’m just... saying that I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. If you want me to prove it, I’ll prove it."

There’s something in his voice now that feels different, a promise without needing the words. A subtle shift in how he speaks to me, less like the cocky villain and more like a person who’s afraid of losing something he doesn’t deserve.

I stare out the window at the rain, a tightness in my chest as I let the quiet wash over me. I know I can’t go back to the way things were, but maybe—just maybe—I can start a new chapter with him, one where we’re both trying, even if we don’t have all the answers.

“I don’t know how I feel yet,” I say finally, voice soft but steady. “But... maybe we can try again. Slowly.”

Dabi’s voice is quieter now, but there's an undeniable relief in it. "That’s all I need. A chance. We can take it slow."

I lean back against the couch, closing my eyes as I listen to the steady rain and his steady breathing on the other end of the line. For the first time in a long while, the knot in my chest begins to loosen. There’s no going back to what we were before, but maybe there’s still a chance for something else.

"Alright," I whisper, a faint smile tugging at my lips despite myself. "Let’s see where this goes."

𓂃ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ༄˖°𓂃ﾟ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ.

[lilacmingi]

FULL MOON

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. And please don’t spam-like!

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Vampire!fem reader

Word count: 5,000

Note: I’ve been STRESSING about not having any completed imagines for Halloween but I was able to finish this one. It’s fluffy and sweet but also there’s a steamy kiss at the end oop 🫢

The light of the full moon shone down on the dew-covered grass outside as you sat inside on the couch, cuddled up next to your boyfriend, Chan, who felt particularly warm and cozy as the both of you watched a movie together. On the screen, the end credits rolled, your eyes momentarily following as each name passed before lifting your head from Chan's shoulder.

"Another?"

That one word gained a nod from your boyfriend who took the remote and started scrolling for a second film to occupy your time. Both you and Chan were major night owls and enjoyed staying up into the AM hours, often having movie marathon hangouts when you were both nothing more than good friends. Other times were spent indulging in late-night ramen and having pointless conversations that led nowhere. You were a good match, perhaps even perfect.

Since you started dating four months prior, things hadn't changed much, other than the fact that your hangouts were now called dates. And then there were the cuddles and kisses that took place during these dates of yours.

Chan pressed his pillowy lips against your temple as a small display of affection while flicking through suggested movies on the screen, not really paying attention to the time. Normally, he wouldn't let it get away from him, but with you around, it was easy to get caught up in the moment. It wasn't until that all-too-familiar feeling tugged at his chest that Chan realized what time it was, his eyes darting to the living room window where the full moon shone down outside.

He forgot.

Picking up on his change in body language, you glanced over at him, brows tugging together in mild concern.

"Is everything okay?" You inquired, placing a tentative hand on his bicep, rubbing it in a soothing manner.

Chan's heartbeat increased rapidly as he fought to maintain a straight face. He didn't want to reveal his true form to you, but he knew he couldn't hide his secret forever. Though he had managed to keep it under wraps throughout your friendship and, so far, four months of dating.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He responded, giving you a forced half smile. "I'm just a little tired, that's all." It was the worst excuse he could possibly come up with, but it's what slipped out of his mouth.

"Mr. I Stay Up Until 5 AM is tired?" You teased him lovingly. It's something you always did when you were still just friends. Teasing was a big part of your relationship.

He rolled his eyes at your playful remark. "Maybe I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back in order."

Though you considered hitting him with another teasing comment about how he'll never get his sleep in order, you chose to be serious.

"Alright, alright. I'll cut the teasing. Let's put on another movie and if you get tired, you can sleep in my lap." You offered.

Chan's expression softened at your proposition and he hoped it would be a good distraction from the effects the moon was having on him. All he needed was something to calm him. Surely that would do the trick—right?

"How can I refuse such a sweet offer?" He grinned, using the remote in his hand to select a movie from your shared watchlist.

The both of you settled back into the couch as the opening scenes played on the screen, the background music filling the room as the main cast's names flashed over the backdrop. Things were peaceful, but it didn't last long. Roughly five minutes into the film, Chan became tense again, his hands clenching into fists where they rested on his knees. That feeling in his chest was getting stronger and he wasn't sure how long he could hold back his true nature before it came out and reared it's ugly head. If he let that happen, your relationship would change forever.

He slowly laid his head on your lap to which you immediately accommodated, letting him get situated before running your fingers through his soft brown curls. A sigh left him at the gentle and calming sensation your fingers caused, sending waves of relief throughout him with each caress. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to tame the beast within trying to break free. The moon was really starting to effect him and not even your calming touch could help. He couldn't suppress the creature trying to break free from within; the transformation was inevitable. Chan knew he would need to make up an excuse to leave the room soon or things wouldn't go well. His worst nightmare would come true.

He let out the faintest strained noise as he was overcome with another wave of discomfort, sitting upright and getting to his feet.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Don't worry about pausing the movie." The words left his lips hurriedly, his urgency barely concealed.

You nodded, assuming he wasn't feeling well, not thinking too much of it as he scurried out of the living room.

The door was pushed shut behind Chan hastily while another wave of discomfort twisted his insides. He moved to the sink, letting out a heavy sigh and hoping he didn't raise any suspicions with his exit. The other part of him, what he was, had slowly started to take over now, his eyes flickering from their natural warm brown to a golden hue as he tried his best to repress it.

"No, no, no." He hissed under his breath, clenching his teeth.

This was not supposed to happen.

With the way things were going, he had no choice but to let nature take its course. He mentally cursed himself for thinking he could have a date with you on the night of the full moon and for failing to keep an eye on the time.

The bathroom was small and cramped, which meant Chan could accidentally hit or break something during the transformation process, but he didn't care at this point. The urges within him were much stronger than his worries and the aches were only getting more intense.

A familiar tingling sensation prickled at Chan's hands and he raised them to find his nails growing longer, slowly forming sharp claws. It was a sight he was accustomed to, but not one he wanted to be seeing on this particular night. His breathing became labored, leaving him in heavy huffs as he gripped the edges of the sink, leaning over it while the last shred of humanity within him resisted, but it wasn't enough to stop the inevitable from happening. He inhaled a sharp intake of air, his eyes fully shifted to a golden hue, glowing softly from the intensity of his transformation. He stumbled a bit and doubled over as his ears grew into points, his clenched canines elongating to form sharp, pointed fangs that could easily tear through flesh. He leaned against the wall with a thump and a groan, pushing himself off to try and stand up as the agony slowly came to an end. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat, his clawed hands trembling as he tried to steady his breathing, but his body was on high alert for some reason and he was finding it hard to relax. He panted heavily, hunched over the sink while fighting off the urge to burst out of the bathroom and go outside to hunt.

You were seated in the living room on the couch, your worry for Chan rising by the minute. He had been in the bathroom for a while and you wondered if you needed to check on him. He could've been sick, but something in your gut was telling you it was more dire than that. Pausing the movie, you stood up with the intention to see if your boyfriend was alright. That's when you heard a thump down the hall, assumably from the bathroom where he was. Your instincts flared up immediately, knowing that something wasn't right.

You stepped forward, moving down the hallway. A faint mumble of some sort could be heard from the bathroom followed by a low and rough growl. A feeling—or more like a scent, hit you. There was a werewolf in Chan's house. Your immediate thought was that your boyfriend was in danger and your body went into protect mode immediately.

Due to that sudden spike in emotion and the fact that you were close to a werewolf, your eyes shifted to their vampiric red that you kept hidden so often and your fangs lengthened, your defenses kicking in full force. Revealing your true identity to Chan was the last thing on your mind as you slinked towards the bathroom door, preparing to strike. Your top priority was making sure he was safe and if you had to show your true nature to achieve that, then so be it.

You wasted no time grabbing the handle, which wasn't locked, and pushing open the door with urgency.

"Chan! Are you alr—" The sentence was left unfinished as you froze, your red irises meeting his golden ones.

He was the only one in the bathroom. Your stunned gaze took in his appearance: pointed ears, sharpened canines, and even sharper claws. You were dumbfounded.

Chan, equally as shocked by your own appearance, let out a little exhale of disbelief, frozen in place due to the magnitude of the situation. Despite the bombshell revelation, he didn't feel threatened, that tenseness in his body loosening a bit at your presence. Even the urge to hunt was diminishing.

"Chan, you're..." You didn't even care that you had exposed yourself as a vampire. You were more shocked to find out your best friend—your boyfriend, was a werewolf.

Your voice pulled him from his stupor and he nodded. "Yeah. I am. And you're..."

"Yes." You responded, your hand falling off the doorknob. "I... I was worried. I heard noises and smelled a werewolf, so I thought you were in danger."

You weren't sure how you didn't figure out what Chan was sooner. This whole time you thought he was a human, as he never showed any signs of being anything but.

The fact that you were concerned for him made his heart soften.

"You came to check on me?"

You nodded. "My need to protect you was greater than hiding my identity. I was ready to burst in here and kick some mutt to the curb, but it's just you."

It's just you.

Those words echoed in Chan's mind and struck him right in the chest. You weren't bothered at all by what he was. What's more, you were ready to protect him and you revealed your identity to do it.

"That's so sweet." Chan's expression softened.

Like you, he never really thought about you being anything but a human so this was certainly a huge shock for him. He was stunned that he never once picked up on you being a vampire, which was quite embarrasing on his end.

No more words were exchanged for the time being, both of you stunned to silence at this revelation. Stepping forward, you cupped Chan's cheeks, his eyelids fluttering softly at your touch which calmed the beast inside of him.

"You're beautiful." You murmured in awe, your crimson eyes scanning over his face and taking in his new wolfish features.

"So are you." He responded in an almost breathless manner, his heart hammering in his chest.

There was a fluttering in your own chest, a new emotion blossoming within, something you couldn't quite describe. Though if you had to explain it, it was something akin to immense love. Finding out Chan was a supernatural being like yourself made you feel closer to him in a way. You stepped forward and embraced him in a hug. Revealing your identity to Chan one day had been a concern of yours, but you knew you couldn't keep it secret forever and would have to be honest with him at some point, but now that you knew he was like you, you were relieved—happy.

"I still love you, y'know. Even more so now."

Chan's heart leapt at your words and he wrapped his arms around you, returning the warm embrace. The tension that was in the air just moments earlier had vanished completely and was replaced with a sense of comfort.

No longer would you two have to hide your identities from one another. You could be your true selves now without hiding.

"I love you too." Chan murmured, his palm rubbing up and down your lower back. "So so much."

You hummed softly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and taking in his scent; a mix of morning dew and musk.

"You smell nice." You breathed.

"Yeah?" A small smile played at the corner of Chan's lips, his heart fluttering.

"Yeah. Comforting."

He closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in your scent which was a pleasant mixture of roses and fresh berries. "You smell nice too."

The both of you stood in each other's embrace for a few moments, relishing in each other's comforting scents and allowing it to overtake your senses.

After some time, you turned your head towards the bathroom mirror you and Chan were stood in front of, catching a glimpse of your reflections.

"Look at us." A small chuckle of amusement shook your shoulders at the sight that was before you. "A werewolf and a vampire."

He tittered at your comment, gazing fondly at the both of you in the mirror, finding that he quite liked how you looked together.

"What a deadly duo." He smirked. "I like that."

You mirrored his amused expression. "I like it too."

He turned to you, his golden eyes taking in your mesmerizing features that seemed even more beguiling now. "What a dangerous and beautiful combo."

A small grin tugged at one side of your mouth. It was true. Two different supernatural creatures together was something else. Your hand came up to caress his cheek, your captivating crimson eyes taking in his subtle wolfish features once again, unable to deny how attractive he was like this. You still couldn't quite wrap your head around all of this, but you truly couldn't be happier.

"Now I know why you're always so warm."

"You noticed?"

"Mhm. Especially tonight. That's why I was cuddled so closely. You were like my own personal heating pad."

"So you were just using me, huh?" He teased with a dimpled grin, his upper and lower canines on display.

"Hey. I may be a vampire, but I get cold sometimes. Besides, it's not my fault you feel so nice and cozy."

A breathy chuckle left his nostrils in response.

"Well, I guess I don't mind being your portable heater."

The light laughter you shared died down as you thought about what Chan went through just moments ago, transforming against his will.

"How are you feeling?" You asked him, delivering a gentle caress to his back. "Do you feel well enough to get back to our movie night?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Doing something calming is a good idea. When I'm like this I get these urges to go run around in the woods to blow off steam and hunt, but I don't wanna do that. I wanna stay with you." He nuzzled his nose against your jaw, making you chuckle softly at the slight tickling sensation that followed.

"Alright then. Let's get back to it." You took his hand and led him back into the living room where you reclaimed your spots on the couch. The movie on the screen was resumed, though you weren't paying much attention to it due to the questions that lingered in your mind. Questions relating to your boyfriend and his not-so-secret identity.

"So, how long does this last? A few hours or until the sun rises?" You inquired.

Being a vampire, you knew about werewolves and their transformations during each full moon, but you never knew the details of it.

"Until the sun rises." He responded. "I'll be back to normal by morning."

You hummed, nodding as you took in the information. "I can stay up all night if you need me to."

Chan looked up at you, his golden irises glimmering like those of a puppy. "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course I would. Besides, it won't hurt me if I don't sleep. I'd much rather stay awake and keep an eye on you until I know you're relaxed."

His expression softened and you could hear his heart thudding faster in his chest.

"Thank you, love."

"You're welcome." You pulled Chan closer so he was resting against your chest, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He let out a soft hum, leaning further into you. The warmth he emanated was felt even through the fabric your shirt, seeping into your skin. You brought a hand up and caressed Chan's hair, absentmindedly playing with his soft curls as you watched the movie. Another hum of contentment vibrated against you as your digits twirled strands of his brown hair. A calm like he's never felt before settled over Chan like a cozy blanket at the gentle actions. Those urges he mentioned earlier were fading away, slowly being replaced by the need to be close to you. While there was a tinge of animosity between most vampires and werewolves, Chan couldn't possibly feel that way with you. Most of his kind would be tense around a vampire but he was the complete opposite. Your presence soothed him and calmed those animalistic urges within.

Your red eyes moved from the TV screen down to your cuddly boyfriend whose eyes were closed.

"You sleepy?" You inquired softly, tracing the shape of his pointed ear.

"Mhm." He hummed. "You think we could stay like this until I fall asleep?"

Your heart softened at his sweet request. "Of course we can, bub."

Bub. It was a nickname you often used with Chan during moments like these where he was being a big cuddle bug.

He sighed softly at your gentle caresses, snuggling further into your lap like an overgrown puppy and it had your heart swelling with immense adoration. As you sat there with the movie long forgotten, your focus solely on your boyfriend, your own eyes started to feel heavy. The coziness of the situation was relaxing you to the point of slumber, your eyelids drooping little by little until you dozed off.

The sun's morning rays seeped into the window of Chan's living room, light spilling into the area stirring you awake. You winced, not being a big fan of the offensive light of the outdoors due to your vampiric nature. However, that mild discomfort was quickly pushed aside as you caught sight of your snoozing boyfriend sleeping peacefully on your chest. It appeared you two had shifted during your slumber and you no longer sitting upright, now stretched across the couch with Chan laid on you.

The sight caused a smile of adoration to pull at your lips, your hand moving to card through his curly locks. He hummed softly in his slumber, his eyes moving around behind his lids. It eased your mind to see Chan resting so peacefully, now back to his usual appearance. Though, you couldn't deny he looked rather attractive the previous night in his werewolf form.

Chan's eyelids fluttered open and he squinted a bit at the sunlight coating the room, grumbling softly.

"Morning, sleepyhead." You greeted in a soft whisper.

He chuckled drowsily. "Morning. How'd you sleep?"

"I slept well. You?"

"Really good." He hummed, nuzzling into you. "Thank you for being with me last night. Your presence was calming. I've never felt that way during a full moon."

Your heart swelled at his words and you were certain he could hear it thumping loud and clear with his werewolf senses.

"I can't tell you how happy that makes me."

Your gaze moved to the window where the sunlight filtered in, a thought crossing your mind.

"I'd like to be here with you every full moon. Or whenever you need me. That way you don't feel so alone and maybe my presence can help your transformations easier." You spoke aloud.

That offer alone made Chan feel overwhelmed with love and adoration for you. It was wish a small thing but it meant the world to him.

"I would really like that." He spoke softly, his sleepy voice muffled slightly due to his face being pressed against your chest.

"Then it's settled. I'll keep a close eye on my calendar and I'll be here every time. I promise."

The atmosphere was comfortable and cozy, so you and Chan stayed where you were, latched to one another, basking in the warm glow of the sun and the comfort of each other's embrace. After a few minutes of bliss, you got to your feet and stretched.

"I should probably head home. I need to shower and change clothes."

"It probably wouldn't be a bad idea for me to do the same." He huffed out a soft laugh, hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you into a hug. "Thanks again for staying."

"Of course." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "I'm here for you always."

With that, you saw yourself out and headed home.

In the following weeks, you and Chan visited each other and called or texted when you were apart, going about your lives as usual. There was an obvious shift in your relationship since the night your secrets were exposed. Your bond had become stronger and in turn, you'd both gotten closer emotionally.

Before you knew it, it was time for the next full moon and you were at Chan's house just like you promised, having been keeping track of the days. The front door swung open to reveal an already smiling Chan, who more than likely sensed your presence before your knuckles even hit the wood of the door.

Immediately, you were pulled into a warm hug, his nose nuzzling into your hair affectionately.

"Hey, sweet thing." He greeted, his breath fanning your ear and making you shiver.

"Hi, darling. I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You stayed locked in Chan's embrace as he pulled you inside, kicking the front door shut, not daring to let go.

"What are your plans for tonight?" You asked him, allowing your clingy boyfriend to guide you towards his room.

"I'd just like to lie down with you and cuddle if that's alright."

"Of course it is."

Chan dropped down onto the bed, taking your hand and pulling you down with him, his arms snaking around your waist, making you giggle lightly.

"So clingy." You teased.

"Can't help it." He murmured, pressing his nose in the crook of your neck. "I just love you so much and having you here tonight means a lot to me."

Your heart melted at his words and you found yourself holding him tighter, turning your head just enough to press a kiss to the tip of his pretty nose.

"I can't imagine having to go through this alone without someone by your side."

"You get used to it."

"Yeah, but I would've been here for you if I'd known."

You and Chan were best friends before you started dating and to even think about him being forced to shift and not have someone to keep him calm made your chest hurt.

As if he could sense your sadness, he lifted his head, his brown eyes starting into your e/c one's.

"You're here now. That's all that matters."

His words brought a comforting smile to your face.

"Right." You nodded, resting back against a stack of pillows on Chan's bed. "When does your transformation usually take place?"

"Midnight."

Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, you took note of the hour. 11:00 PM. One hour.

You passed the time by talking with Chan about his life as a werewolf, letting him share stories that he used to keep a secret. In turn, you shared your own experiences about yourself and it felt good, not only to be able to talk about these things so openly, but for there to no longer be anything hidden between the two of you. You laid there with him while keeping an eye on the time, watching as the minutes ticked away and it neared midnight.

"How are you feeling, my love?" You asked him, playing with his curls.

"I'm alright for now." He raised his head to glance at the clock.

11:50 PM.

"Do you think you could keep holding me when the change starts happening? I think it'll help me stay relaxed."

"Of course." Your thumb traced his cheek lovingly, taking in his features that were uniquely him.

The next ten minutes passed by in a blur and Chan gave a glance at the clock that now displayed 12:00 AM.

"It's time." He noted aloud, his body tensing.

"It's alright." You soothed, rubbing up and down his arm. "I'm here."

He let out a breath, nodding his head. As if on cue, his nails began to lengthen, growing into pointed claws. The sight didn't startle you in the slightest, in fact it was quite the opposite. You were entranced, watching as his brown irises swirled with a golden hue that overtook his natural eye color. Chan breathed through the whole transformation and allowed his ears to extend, coming to a point at the tips, his fangs elongating while you caressed his arm, melting away the tenseness in his muscles.

"There he is." You smiled softly, cupping his cheek as he looked up at you. "You made it through."

The clock was at 12:02 AM, the transformation process being quick and easy thanks to your presence.

"Thanks to you. Things were much easier this time. I hope you know how much I appreciate you doing this for me."

"I do and I'm glad I could bring you some comfort." You smiled softly. "So how are you feeling? Any urges to go hunt?" You asked him, playing with his hand and admiring his long claws.

"None. I'm feeling very at ease." He shook his head. "You seem pretty fascinated with my nails."

"They're pretty."

"Pretty dangerous if you ask me." He chuckled.

"They may be dangerous, but I'm not scared. They'd never cause me any harm."

"Of course not. Your safety is my top priority. I'll always protect you."

Your heart softened at his vow to keep you safe. Though he knew you were a vampire and could handle yourself, he still wanted to protect you and that meant the world to you.

"I know you're the one protecting me, but if ever there's a time where you need protection, I'll give it to you."

Chan lifted his head to gaze at you with a loving expression. "Thank you, sweetness."

Your hand released his, moving to cup his cheek, entranced by his supernatural features.

"Can I confess something?"

"Yes."

"I think you look hot when you're wolfed out."

An amused smirk played at Chan's pillowy lips. "Is that so?"

You bit your lip, nodding.

"Well, I think you look hot when you're all vamped out."

Just to be cheeky, you let your eyes flash red.

His expression shifted into something more sinister when you did that, a spark of something primal igniting within him.

"Go on, sweet thing." He encouraged.

At his sultry words, you revealed your true form to him and he couldn't help but think you looked even more enchanting now than you did the last time.

"Exactly like that." Chan growled out, leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

A small noise left the back of your throat at the force behind the kiss, your arms wrapping around his broad frame and pulling him closer.

Chan grunted softly against your lips, anchoring his knees into the mattress to hover over you, one of his clawed hands cupping your cheek while the other helped to keep him propped up. Your fingers slid into his curly locks, unintentionally brushing the tips of his pointed ears which sent a shiver down his spine.

"I love you so much." He spoke breathlessly between kisses.

"I love you too." The words were returned almost immediately.

Your closed eyelids fluttered at the sensation of his plump lips encasing yours, your fingers curling to grab a handful of his hair to ground yourself. A rough sound left the back of Chan's throat in response and the pace of the kiss picked up, his fangs clashing and clicking against yours amidst your heated lip-lock. There was something so passionate and perhaps animalistic about the whole situation that had your head spinning, and having Chan's earthy musky scent filling your nostrils wasn't helping in the slightest.

The full moonlight cascaded in from Chan's bedroom window, casting a pale glow on the both of you tangled together on his bed. There was something so romantic about it, kissing under the bright beam of the moon. It was fitting, especially for two creatures of the night like yourselves.

Chan parted ways, resting his forehead against yours while panting heavily in order to catch his breath. His tongue darted out to lick over his swollen lips, savoring the taste of you that lingered on them. Your fingers ran lazily through his hair as you gazed up at him adoringly.

"I have a new date night idea."

"Do tell." Chan murmured, placing a few kisses down your jawline, nuzzling the tip of his nose just under your ear.

You let out a soft exhale, your eyelids fluttering at the pleasant sensations that rippled down your neck.

"Maybe one night you and I can go running in the woods together, hm?" You suggested.

Chan pulled away a bit, an excited gleam in his golden eyes.

"I think that would be romantic."

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lrt (lrb?) but in regards to another idea i had about germa!sanji…

AU where the poison doesn’t work and he’s born without emotions like his brothers and becomes stealth black. he comes across the strawhats while he's on a mission and decides to work with them/use them because their goals happen to align at that point in time (or maybe they don’t align and he means to sabotage them).

he can’t tell the strawhats who he really is so he pretends to be someone else, someone with emotions and morals and a completely normal background, maybe he makes up some sob story so that they allow him to travel with them.

he chooses to play the long game because this is a delicate mission that can’t be solved with brute strength alone. unlike his brothers he can be patient, he can lie and pretend and manipulate, that’s his strong suit, isn’t it? he’s the spy, the infiltrator, the one who is always sent undercover—that’s what he was made for.

so he joins the strawhats under the guise of a cook, not because he likes cooking (he doesn’t, it’s beneath him), but because 1) the strawhats are in desperate need of a cook and 2) it’s so easy and formulaic, just follow a recipe and he’s good to go. he doesn’t get why the strawhats have been struggling so much with it before he came along, what’s so hard about that?

he thinks it’s weird that the strawhats accept him right away. they don’t ask too many questions. when luffy looks at him and decides “you’ll be my cook,” that’s that. it’s like he’s always been there, with the easy way that they make space for him on their crew.

it’s so stupidly naive of them, it almost makes sanji laugh. he reminds himself that he shouldn’t expect pirates to be particularly intelligent, and either way, he’s not gonna complain since it makes his job that much easier.

so he cooks for them, he sneaks away occasionally to meet with his various underworld contacts and maybe do a little light murdering here and there when the need arises, he fights alongside the strawhats whenever he can’t avoid it—not with the raid suit, of course, but he doesn’t need it, he’s got his combat knives and he’s very good at hand to hand.

it’s a bit difficult to explain away his inhuman durability; chopper is always worrying over him and accuses him of hiding his injuries. chopper seems baffled when sanji shows him his unharmed skin and says, look, really, there’s nothing there, you must have been imagining things. or, when he can’t pretend that he didn’t take a blow, he just shrugs and says that his opponent was a lot weaker than they looked.

it infuriates zoro to no end, because how is this random no-name cook so strong? how does he somehow come out of every battle untouched with hardly a single hair out of place? so zoro tries to start fights with sanji, to prove the superiority of his swords over sanji’s knives, and at first sanji mostly ignores him because what does he care about some stupid swordsman’s ego?

but zoro keeps trying and eventually sanji snaps and finally fights back, since this irritating mossball clearly needs to be taught a lesson. sanji wins, and he thinks that will be the end of it, but then zoro just keeps coming back, because how else will he get stronger if he can’t defeat a fucking cook?

(sanji allows it. he’s been getting bored, and at least the swordsman is one of few who can keep up with him. he hasn’t had a good fight like that in a while now.)

sanji doesn’t think particularly highly of usopp, who he labels as a coward. but then again, compared sanji and his siblings, most people are. so when usopp runs to hide behind him, sanji sighs in annoyance but grudgingly moves to protect him anyway because that’s what this person he’s pretending to be would do, isn’t it? he doesn’t actually care what happens to usopp or anything, no matter how much usopp seems to think otherwise.

the first time sanji saves usopp without prompting, he’s momentarily surprised with himself. he didn’t have to do that; no one would have noticed if he pretended he hadn’t seen usopp was in danger. he chalks it up to the fact that he’s protected usopp so many times that it must have become an automatic instinct, which irritates him to no end. but whatever, it’s not like he’s going to be here for much longer anyway.

he treats nami the same as everyone else. one day he walks by while nami is drawing her maps and he offhandedly mentions something about how maps of the grand line are usually terribly inaccurate in his experience which makes it a pain to sail anywhere without an eternal log pose, but nami’s maps seem to be pretty good. and that’s how nami finds out he’s already been all over the grand line.

sanji realizes that he might’ve dropped a bit too much information, but he covers it up by saying he used to work as a cook on a merchant ship, which nami accepts. but after that nami starts working on her maps in the galley a lot more so that she can get his opinion/ask him questions, especially about places that the strawhats don’t stop at, like do you remember if the landmass was shaped more like this or this or are there any islands i’m missing that we would’ve passed by already.

sanji answers as honestly as he can—not because he wants to help her in particular, but because better maps means that it’ll be easier for germa ships to navigate the grand line, so why not? so he doesn’t kick her out of the galley, not even when it really starts to distract him from cooking. nami doesn’t ever say it outright, but he suspects that this is why she gives him a slightly bigger allowance than the others when they go ashore, not that he needs it.

luffy drags sanji places and shows him new things and, most confusingly, asks him to play. sanji scoffs at the notion because he doesn’t play. he’s never played anything, not once in his entire life, he doesn’t even think he’s had fun before. when he lets that slip, though, luffy looks at him, smile falling for a moment in favor of something sad, before becoming even more determined.

(later, luffy asks him if he has a dream.

no, sanji says, without thinking. he pauses, unsure if that’s something that the persona he’s carefully crafted would say. but it’s too late���it’s already out there.

not at all? luffy asks. there has to be something. i don’t care about far away or impossible it seems.

sanji considers it for a moment and says, again, no. i don’t see the point of dreaming of things that aren’t possible.

whether it’s possible or not isn’t important. surely there’s something you want.

want. sanji isn’t even sure of the meaning of the word. he wants what his father wants, of course, but he gets the feeling that isn’t what luffy meant. something about his confusion must show on his face, because luffy lets it go.

after that, though, luffy won’t stop asking about what sanji wants to do. it drives sanji insane, because that’s a question he never knows how to answer.

it’s easy enough to make something up, obviously, but luffy seems to know every time, because he’ll send sanji this disappointed sort of look.

it makes sanji feel like he’s failed a test he didn’t know he was taking.

he fucking hates it.)

the strawhats keep sailing forward, saving various people and islands along the way (and that’s something else sanji can’t understand—luffy’s determination to fight for the freedom of others at no benefit to himself, this inherent kindness of his. well, sanji amends, the entire crew’s kindness, really. each of them shows it in their own way, but it’s apparent enough even in their daily interactions on the ship. these little things, above all else, keep throwing sanji off; he doesn’t know what to do with it, especially when it’s directed at him).

so for a long time, sanji pretends to be someone he’s not. and then he realizes, at some point, he’s not pretending anymore. he realizes that he’s actually starting to enjoy cooking, that he likes being here, on this ship with this crew who treat him as something more than a weapon or someone to fear. he realizes that he can’t remember the last time he thought about his mission, that it’s getting easier and easier to put on these fake emotions, that he barely even has to think about it anymore—so maybe they aren’t as fake he thought they were.

he realizes, with horror, that he’s learning how to feel. and, worst of all, there is something he wants, now.

so in the end, it turns out luffy was right. sanji does have an impossible dream, after all. because this thing he wants? he knows, as sure as anything, that it’s something he can’t ever, ever have.

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

02 fly high. where you have yet to realize what ushijima will mean to you.

<< 01 clear skies. | >> 03 shining light.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: double post this week, I'm feeling like i need some motivation to keep going. i wrote this a while ago, and am super excited with how this part ends, but i still feel like the flow isn’t the best here… word count: 1.4k warnings: some angst if you squint terms: furoshiki -- cloth that is used to wrap bento

june, first year

“curry rice!” you grin at the ash blonde haired boy, plopping a neatly wrapped bento on his desk as you slide into the seat in front of him. ever since your brother introduced you to him, he has become a constant in your everyday school life to the point that the two of you are almost inseparable. 

“are you coming over after practice again? we have that japanese homework that i need your help with” you shrug off your jacket, sweat sticking to your skin from the walk to school. summer is coming on quickly now, coaxing the spring blossoms that you loved so much away. 

semi hums in agreement as he unties the furoshiki and opens the bento excitedly. “it smells amazing, y/n! i am hungry thinking about it now even though i had breakfast.” he pouts at you. 

you laugh wholeheartedly, feeling something like satisfaction. it is one thing to have your family compliment your cooking, another to hear such sincere praises from your friends. you think this might just be it. high school might be better than you thought after all. after all the disappointments and heartbreaks from junior high and even before that. 

“thanks, eita. now keep it before you make the whole class hungry.” you poke fun at him as you pull out another set of wrapped bento, this one in plain cat print. it was the plainest, non-feminine-screaming furoshiki you could find after the one with crashing waves that you wrapped semi’s bento in. 

you didn’t normally bring bentos to school since both your parents are always busy with work. even this furoshiki is a recent addition after you graduated from junior high, when you started packing some meals for yourself. 

“so, you remember how ushijima-san helped me with my wound a few days ago?” you sound hesitant even to yourself. inside, you wanted to kick yourself for following through with this now that you are actually in the process of it, but it is too late. so you might as well get it over with. “i made an extra portion for him to thank him for his help… could you pass it to him at practice?”

“ehhh, why does he get one too? i have known you for two months now and it’s only my first time receiving a bento from you.”

you roll your eyes at the boy. “if you help me, i will make you a strawberry shortcake.” bribing him is easy when you knew he enjoyed the cake you shared last week. you breathe a sigh of relief when he does not pursue the topic any further. 

semi is quite the competitive persona, so it did not surprise you when that was the tangent he went off in, instead of the typical, do you like him? that other people would assume. this is good for you. you do not want him to misunderstand your intentions, and it’s not like you harbor those feelings for ushijima. you just strongly dislike the feeling of being in anyone’s debt. 

“how is practice for interhigh matches going anyway?” you smile at your newfound friend who you got along with as naturally as breathing. 

yes, high school will be different. i will see it so. 

it is pouring outside later that afternoon regardless of how clear the skies were when you walked to school in the morning. the sound of volleyball practice fades into the background as you pull out a blank music sheet and start scribbling the tune that has been rattling around your head today. 

today, when you climbed the stairs to the gymnasium and watched the practice match your school is playing against the college team that came in, you had expected to experiment with the melody when you get home later. you note that the usual starting lineup were on court, with the exception of one of the wingspikers being subbed out for ushijima. even though he is just a new first year. perhaps this is the lineup that the coach has in mind for the interhigh tournament, you had thought. 

and even though you have seen countless of your brother’s matches over the years, this one felt different. the spiking form of the player as he begins his approach, swinging both arms backwards before leaving the ground, feet kicked out behind him, and making contact with the ball with his left hand, sending it back into the opponent’s courtside, felt different. 

it had felt like you were given wings to soar high above the clouds when all life did was cover up the blue skies that you loved so much. it had felt like coming up for a full breath of fresh air after being dunked in water. it had felt like you were alive again, for once in a very long time. 

and the melody that you had been crafting takes on a life of its own, taking its first flight from your hands and rise high up into the sky. twisting, turning. triumphant. the notes flow onto the sheet as your hand struggles to keep up with your mind. 

before you know it, you hear semi calling your name from the court. eh, the match is over? you glance at your watch, showing two hours after when you arrived at the court. “yes! be right there!” you yell back, swinging your belongings onto your shoulder and making your way downstairs. 

music sheet in hand, mind far ahead of yourself, wanting to play it on your violin already, you venture to find your friend. semi is standing at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed while waiting for you. “were you paying any attention to the game, y/n?”

“what– take a look at this first,” you shove the paper in his hands, excitedly waiting for his response. one could say one of the reasons you two got along so well is your love for music. 

he takes his sweet time reading your rough draft and giving you a “hmph” before returning it to you. “fine, i forgive you for missing my set. this is an acceptable excuse, i suppose. it is no small feat to overcome a creative block.”  

semi shoots you a mischievous smile before slinging his arm over your shoulders and messing your hair up with his other hand. “SEMI”

“well done! but no next time though” “no promises”

another voice cuts through the air, stopping both of you from making a bigger scene. you had resorted to trying to make his hair stick up vertically as revenge. 

“miyamura-san…” ushjima holds out the cat clothed bento to you, slightly amused by you and semi. “thanks for the curry rice, it was delicious.” 

“waa, a compliment from ushijima-san, your cooking must have been amazing, miyamura-san,” a red-haired boy pokes his head out from behind ushijima, whom you would later learn is none other than tendo satori, a troublesome boy who always seemed to be able to see through you. 

you beam at his compliment, “heh, thanks guys.” swinging your bag to the front, you shuffle the things around in your bag to make space for the box. he had neatly tied the furoshiki around the box, which caught you by surprise, as semi had returned his to you in a clumsily packed fashion. you surmise that the rising ace in front of you is an athlete who probably likes to keep his life neat and in order, he seems like the type. 

“so what are you up to later, semi-semi?” 

“ah, i am going to y/n’s to study”

“can i come with? i have nothing else to do.”

“no! if you’re so free you can practice more volleyball.” 

semi banters with the red-haired boy, which sounds like a regular occasion to you. you chuckle to yourself, picturing ushijima, the stoic spiker, playing the referee between the two boys. now that would be entertaining to watch. 

your eyes meet ushijima’s, to which he raises his eyebrow at you as if he’s saying what’s so funny? you shrug, feigning innocence before turning away from him. 

neither of you realized it at the time, but ushijima gave you wings to fly, even before you really knew each other. 

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[yearninqheart]

fine line

We’ll be a fine line, we’ll be alright.

pairing: regulus black x reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: gender-neutral!reader, non-magic/muggle au, exes to lovers—technically, some angst, some fluff, reader is mentioned to be sick, sort of implies player!reg, trust fund kid!reg, potter!reader (the occupation, not the surname)

warnings: Walburga Black gets her own warning (briefly mentioned), mentions of eating, not proofread sorry. lmk if i missed anything please!

notes: let’s not talk about how i dipped after posting two sandman fics and a (now cancelled) series master for c!w*lbur i never even posted chapter one for. but anyways, heyy how’ve y’all been?? <3 if you follow my main this isn’t even the fic i’ve been talking about, technically. i have a longer reg fic in the works that i hope to finish one day atp lmao. let me know what you think of this fic in the meantime though, i’m apologize for my rusty writing this is more so a writing practice for me but i did have this prompt in my notes for a while so, here she is!

"It took you long enough." Regulus said with a huff, hand still midair about to knock before you had swung the door open, which leads you to the situation you were now thrust into: your ex-boyfriend standing in your doorway with bags of groceries and takeout in hand.

"Regulus I'm really-" He barely lets you speak before easily letting himself in, setting the bags onto your countertops as he began preparing whatever it was he had bought. "Not in the mood right now..."

Seeing as he's already throwing ingredients into one of your pots, there would be no use in even trying to get him to leave so you shut the door behind you and decided to take a seat at the island, watching as he worked. However, the moment you even took a step forward he was setting down the knife and urging you to go to bed.

"You need to rest, I don't care how much sleep you say you got, you need more. Go. I'll leave some tea by your nightstand." Was all he said before guiding you back to your room and closing the door, barely letting you face him before the door closed, leaving you with too many thoughts when all your body wanted was to curl back into bed. And given that Regulus was seemingly going to be making dinner, there was really no reason to not listen to him. 

When you woke up again, who knows how many hours later, you found a cup of tea by your nightstand as promised, steam coming off the top of it as you took a sip. It briefly brought a small smile to your face before you remembered who exactly it was that put it there.

You felt much better as you got out of bed, taking a moment to stretch before walking towards the hallway where Regulus' voice was slightly muffled due to the soft music he had left on in the background. It was a song you had once loved and played whenever Regulus came over for dinner after work. It's been a while since he's last entered your home as your boyfriend, but he seems content to live in ignorance bliss whenever he comes over-oftentimes unannounced and/or invited —and the song just so happens to appear in the queue.

Your current relationship with Regulus was complicated. The two of you had broken up nearly five months ago, putting an end to a three year relationship that was going seemingly well. One would've thought such a sudden break would cause a rift between you two (it was what you were hoping for anyways) but it appears that Regulus doesn't seem to care. You're certain he's doing it out of spite, but another part of you hopes that there's more to his actions than simply 'spite". It wasn't easy choosing to end such a perfect relationship after all, much less your choice.

As you entered the kitchen, you were met with Regulus' back as he hunched over your countertop, focused on cutting the tomatoes just right even though he knows you hate them (he says it helps with the flavour and you agree, but that doesn't stop you from hating them). You watch as he finishes prepping the food, moving effortlessly around your kitchen to find the exact items he needs. Everything is still where they were when you kicked him out five months ago, and he knows you well enough that that'll never change.

"The salt's on the table."

Except for the salt and pepper, since you were too lazy to put it back after using them last night.

"Good Morning sunshine." He joked, enjoying the way your eyes rolled at the stupid nickname as you stepped towards him.

"Whatcha making?"

"Stew. It just needs to simmer a bit more so that the vegetables cook. Do you want to freshen up while I finish up here?"

You give him a nod, your body stiffening when the normalcy between you makes you forget that you're no longer dating and you catch yourself almost leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. Too embarrassed to even look up at him, you quickly ran off to your bathroom before he could say another word.

By the time you were back, Regulus was just done setting up the dinner table. A part of you hated how you left his spot vacant even after all that's happened. You were in a new city starting anew, you didn’t need a second sea at your dinner table. However, the other part seemed to enjoy how naturally Regulus filled that spot, both the seat across from yours at the table and your home in general. Despite your numerous attempts of trying to push him out of your life he has simply refused and made it apparent he was staying in your life one way or another. Whether that be as your lover or a friend, he was there to stay.

"Dinners ready!" He hummed, catching your attention as he nodded towards your seat.

He was going to turn in the direction opposite of the table but upon noticing your silence, understood and added, "I'll join you in a sec, just going to put these dishes in the sink."

That seemed to be all you needed to hear as you took your seat at the small dinner table, waiting patiently as Regulus allowed the dishes to soak before wiping down the countertops then joining you at the table.

The meal, aside from simple requests of can you pass me some napkins and where's the salt, was silent. Music that you are now certain is playing from the playlist you made after he had moved into the apartment was still playing in the background and brought forth a wave of nostalgia you didn't think you'd get. The normalcy of it all was frustrating however, and you didn't mean to slam your spoon onto the table but he didn't even appear to be fazed by your sudden outburst. It was about time this happened. 

"Why do you keep doing this?" You asked, watching as he simply continues to finish his stew, refusing to look you in the eyes for once.

"Doing what?"

"This!" You gestured around you exaggeratedly. "Visiting me still, cooking for me, keeping me company. We broke up already, Regulus."

"I know." Came his response.

"So why do you keep showing up?" There was no malice to your question. No venom coated words or sharp tongue, only pure curiosity seeing as you've raked your mind for months wondering why he wasn't leaving you alone despite all your efforts.

For a moment, Regulus remained quiet. He didn't look up at you nor did he say a word, slowly finishing his stew and wiping his mouth before setting the plate aside to finally look at you.

"Why are you so persistent we distance ourselves?"

You almost scoffed at his question. For one, you two were now no longer dating, so why continue to see each-other as often as you did whilst dating. Secondly, neither of you will be able to properly heal and move on if the very person you've chosen to leave is still in your everyday life. And thirdly… his mother.

Walburga Black is the wife of a wealthy man in London. Wealthy enough that she was able to fund your entire move to Scotland where she had hoped would be far enough for Regulus to leave you alone and also powerful enough that she was able to even achieve that wish in the first place. The relocating part at least it seems. She had given you a generous job offering for a company she had connections to. It paid better than your job back home and allowed you some extra cash so that you wouldn’t be living paycheck to paycheck. All she asked of you was to ‘leave Regulus alone’. 

Obviously you had refused at first, but with a status like hers and the connections she had, it would not be worth going against her. A week after her initial offer, you had agreed to her deal with a sullen mood as she transferred an additional cheque to your account for ‘being so understanding’. You bit your tongue and simply thanked her before being escorted out of her office and to the car waiting outside. Regulus was currently on a trip to New York, so by the time he landed your cell would be deactivated and your apartment would be bare, leaving behind no traces of you or your relationship for him to hold. 

“This will be better for him.” Walburga had told you. “If there’s no traces of you ever being there, it’ll be easier for him to move on. We don’t need him clinging onto the past now do we?” 

You had agreed, because what else were you to do? 

Even you had assumed Regulus would stay in London. He had everything there, why throw it all away? But it appears that both you and his mother underestimated his dedication–although it is what continues to confuse you every time you see his face. 

"Why did you come all the way here?" Your voice was so soft he almost had to strain to hear you. "You had everything back home, why did you abandon it all just to come here? Don’t you miss your old lifestyle?"

The way he was looking at you made you feel like the answer was blatantly obvious. His brows were furrowed as he tilted his head sideways, appearing to be carefully choosing his next words before sitting up on his chair, letting his elbows rest on the table as the next song started to play from the speaker.

"I had everything back in London because I had you. What good is anything back there if you're suddenly on a train heading north?"

There it was, the confirmation you had both been dreading and waiting to hear since you stepped foot into your new apartment.

"But your mother-"

"Bought us a nice apartment to live in, I know. Such a sweet parting gift don't you think?"

You could almost laugh, had it not been for how hard your heart was pounding at the confirmation you had been waiting to hear for so long. Ironic how despite practicing how you would react when the time came you were now rendered frozen as you tried to come to terms with the fact that it finally happened.

"Regulus," You started but he cut you off by calling your name and for the first time in five months, he looked just like your Reg. He looked at you as if it hasn't been the most excruciating five months for you both, with such a tender and sweet expression you could almost melt.

You had expected the worst. Had practiced your defences for when the fight would occur but it never had the chance to bloom. Instead of getting upset, Regulus simply placed your hands in his, a thumb smoothing over the tops of your knuckles before speaking.

"Perhaps I did have everything," He began. "But I don't know why you subconsciously view me as the kind to even care if I inherit the company or not. They could give it all to the intern for all I care and I'd let them. They can take my name off their will, take back my cards and properties too and it wouldn’t even matter to me."

He saw you open your mouth to speak and cut you off before a sound could even pass your lips.

"I love you." He reminded you for the first time in five months. "I love you, even if it means I am no longer an heir to a multimillion company and my family hates me. Truly I don't care for them if the answer has always been you."

It was almost deafening how hard your heart was pounding, threatening to burst out of your chest any second now if you didn't calm down but how could you possibly do that? How could you even think to calm down when he’s just confessed his love for you at the expense of everything he’s ever known and had. 

Regulus did not say anything further, instead letting you take it all in as he hummed softly along to music while his thumb continued to run over the ridges of your knuckles.

After a moment, he brought your hands towards his face and pressed a kiss to it before clasping his other hand around your own. "I thought I was pretty forward to everyone about my affections towards you, was I not clear enough?" He mumbled quietly.

He was. Upon his first time meeting you, there was a visible shift in his attitude which all of his friends had quickly noticed. He'd decline offers of going out in favour for a quiet dinner at his penthouse with you, cancel on clubbing because you wanted to explore the waterfront when you couldn't sleep at night, he even took up pottery classes since you worked at a studio nearby his apartment and it would mean Regulus could be in your presence for longer, even if he would be bailing on a flight to Paris that his friends had invited him to.

(He thought they would get the hint that he no longer cared for partying but instead began inviting you to come along as well after he introduced you to them.

Regulus had quickly shut them down, though that didn't stop Mary from giving you her number so that you could make plans later.)

All to say that not once since you met him, did Regulus make it unknown or unclear that he was utterly in-love with you. So why did you doubt him when his mother sent you away?

His mother was the simple answer. But as he encouraged you to elaborate, Walburga turned out to only play a fraction of that fear. It was the thought of ripping him from the lifestyle he knew and was accustomed to, from the title and norms he's been raised to adhere to. Sure Walburga was also terrifying, but more so was the thought that Regulus would be throwing away all he ever knew just because of a little crush. 

Business meetings since he was a child, attending galas dressed to the nines with a flock of eligible girls hanging off his arm, fancy dinner parties in different cities every night–if not the most exclusive in the city for when he decides to stay home–was nowhere close to your everyday life. In all honesty, your paths were probably never meant to cross but somehow managed to intertwine at just the right moment, for the love of your life to be here with you now. Now you understand however, that despite the differences in your upbringing and previous lifestyle, this is what he now wants–a simple, easy lifestyle with his lover by his side. 

"I'm sorry." You apologized with a sigh, finally feeling the defeat of the act you've put up since Walburga got into your head about "tarnishing his image".

"Why are you apologizing, love?" A hand came up to hold your cheek, while the other drew comforting circles on top of your own.

"For listening to your mother?" You offered with a short laugh although it didn't quite reach your eyes. It never did whenever his mother was the topic. He couldn't blame you, but that was now in the past.

"Forget her, we'll be alright now."

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it only takes a taste | mike schmidt x reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none! this is just pure fluff and maybe kind of slowburnish lol

this was loosely based off of it only takes a taste from the waitress musical! :3

idk i just really like the idea of late nights with mike even if he's too tired to even think straight lmao

also don't ask what time period this takes place in, i was born in 2004 and know like 2 things about the 70s-90s or whenever the movie takes place bc its never explicitly mentioned

i also do not regularly bake or cook so do not be afraid to go to my comment section and tell me if something sounds off

i love this man ok, i have said it 1000 times already but i've been in love with him ever since i first saw him when i was like 12 or 13 and was even more so obsessed with rebornica's mike design for YEARS. 12 year old me would have an aneurism if she knew about the fnaf movie

you let out a long yawn, one hand reaching up cover your mouth so as not to potentially ruin the mood of any customers around; granted, there was only two and they were graveyard shifters from somewhere outside of town but customers are customers. you'd been working at sparky's for a couple of months now, figuring it was an easy way to make some cash and keep food on the table. of course, you hadn't accounted for the very long hours that passed where you half debated trying to sneak away since no was around from 2-4:00 am: your boss would kill you, though, and you wanted to stay employed.

soft oldies music plays in the background as you glance over at the clock ticking away on the wall. just as you move to grab a rag to clean the counters for the 5th time during your shift, you hear the bell above the entrance jingle and don't even have to look up to know who it is.

mike wasn't a regular at first, just someone who popped in at random and very quietly asked for a coffee. after a while of starting a new job, he started coming in at almost 11:00 pm everyday and always asking for the same thing: just a plain, black coffee. "seriously?" you had said with a smirk the first time he said his order to you, your eyes widening at the attitude you had just given a customer. fortunately, mike was quick to respond with a tired but good natured laugh, his hands folded in front of him. "i'm all ears if you have other recommendations." he mumbled with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, giving you instant relief.

now, it was just clockwork. "hey." mike sighs with a soft sigh, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he takes a seat at a chair by the counter you were standing behind. "coffee machine is kind of acting up tonight, you're gonna have to give it a minute. want anything else while you wait?" you say as you approach the counter, giving him a quick smile. mike is about to decline your offer, his lips parting to say something before his eyes land on something on the farther end of the counter. "what about that? still good?" "you're just in time. i was going to take the rest of it home." you say with a smile, walking over to the cake stand holding an apple pie with only 3 slices left of it. you take the lid off to plate it, handing it over to mike with a hum before bringing him utensils. you don't even get the chance to bring up to him that the slices have been sitting there for a couple of hours, blinking in shock at the way he's quick to start eating.

you turn your back to start taking down the chalkboard advertising the special from the day before, giving mike his one moment of quiet you were sure he needed. you start to think about what your day will consist of once you're done with your shift, dreading having to clean your room before you can actually sleep. "did you make this?" "yeah. why, is it bad?" you say with a chuckle, turning to look at mike again; your eyes widen a bit at the way mike is looking at you, his own eyes looking at you like he can't believe what he just put it in his mouth. "no, no, it's..it's really good, like. really good." your cheeks redden a bit at the sudden compliment, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as you occasionally glance at him enjoying the pie you'd made; you wouldn't say you were amazing at cooking but you definitely knew enough to make a meal that would do more than just feed you.

it also didn't help that you'd been harboring a crush on mike for the past month. that you were aware of, he didn't have a partner of any kind but that might have been more to do with the fact he didn't have time for one than anything else. you at first brushed it off as just not having contact with anyone your age that late at night, just enjoying his company when nights got lonely. but you couldn't deny the way you would style your hair a bit differently or try a new perfume in the hopes of getting a compliment from mike; to your absolute pleasure, he almost always pointed it out. now to hear this sudden praise for your cooking took you out of your element.

"thanks, really, but i make it all the time. i can make thousands like it and they'll all be the same." you say with a light chuckle, crossing your arms against your chest as you look over at the cake stand sheepishly. "then maybe you should consider getting a day job making these instead." mike says between bites, giving you a playful smile. you can't help but scoff despite the smile on your face, looking over at mike again. "well, if it's that easy, maybe YOU should quit your job and come and join me. keep me company." the two of you have a quiet laugh, your cheeks reddening at the indirect compliment you had paid him. once his plate is empty, you take it away from him just to have an excuse to do something with your hands (also to get away from the almost fond look that mike was giving you right now, definitely not on par for him). there's a tense silence between the two of you before mike speaks up, clearing his throat when he speaks. "uh, i tried making that at home. the pie, i mean. i don't remember what kind it was right now, but it definitely didn't end as well as that." he says with a nervous laugh, hands folded in front of him again as you hear the coffee machine start to pour out his drink.

"well, what exactly did you do wrong?" with surprisingly no hesitance, mike goes on to tell the story of how sure he was about this recipe he'd seen in a catalogue, going above and beyond to make sure this "stupid thing" (his words) came out right. little did he know leaving his creation unattended for even a second would result in smoke pouring out of the oven and having to throw out a charred-black pastry; "and then abby went and acted like we could just go and do it all over again and.." mike starts, hands waving around uncharacteristically as he finished off his story. he caught the way you were trying to hold back a laugh, fingers pressed to your lips that were etched into a small smile. "it's ok, you can laugh all you want. i never tried doing it again." you can't help the laugh that leaves you once he gives you his full permission, still trying to keep your voice down. "i-i'm sorry, really.." you giggle once you've calmed down, rubbing your hands over your face before you start to walk around the counter to where mike is sitting. "but that's not how making a pie works. you can't just leave it like that or give up on the process that easily."

mike makes a face that says 'i'm listening', shrugging his shoulders when you sit on the stool next to him. "making a pie is like.." you start with a sigh, hands propping up your chin in thought as you look up at the clock. "you just know when some things feel right. if something is too much or too little, whether you need to start again or not. lord knows i've had to redo entire pies because the crust wasn't flaky enough or the filling didn't taste like apples enough." you say, chuckling a bit as you remember all the times you'd slaved away for almost entire days trying to nail down the perfect home recipe. you take a minute to think again, sitting back a bit as you smooth down your apron tied around your waist. "and it also doesn't help if you make something just to make something. when you bake or just cook a plain old steak, you have to make it like you're crafting a story or making a song. all of my best meals were made with someone or something in mind."

your cheeks go red again when you realize the very unprompted ramble you went on, a nervous laugh leaving you as you look down at your lap. "sorry, you totally don't have to-" "no, no, i-" the two of you jump a bit at the way you both try to speak first, sheepish smiles tugging at your lips before you go quiet again. the bell above the door jingles and you don't have to look up to know the two of you are alone now. "i like hearing about that sort of stuff. i really only hear about it when i'm here with you and it's..nice. different." your heart soars and you can only hope that mike can't somehow feel or hear it, trying to give him a warm smile without saying something you'll regret. you get up from your seat with a when he checks his watch, knowing that's code for 'i need to go' even before he stands. you're almost sure he'll leave without saying anything which you are simultaneously grateful for and hoped he wouldn't do, already busying yourself with some other menial task. "hey."

you look up almost as soon as he speaks, seeing the smile tugging at his lips and not able to contain your own. "save those leftovers for me. i hope it still tastes like you were trying to make it for me when i get back." he says, a smug look in his eyes as your lips part a bit in shock. you try to call out to him before he jogs out to his car, taking off accordingly.

-> ta da its done! :D &lt;-

this was honestly less romantic than i wanted it to be but i promise that my brain is racked with thoughts of him literally EVERY DAY so mayhaps i can write something else that's more up to par one of these days

but thank yall for reading! :D i haven't been able to pump out a oneshot like this for a while and it felt good to write something longer than a couple of paragraphs, i have missed this account sm 🐺💗 love yall and i hope that you all are having a fantastic day!