#but on the other hand if you reached a high enough level you'd start having to play without a rival more and more often...

[flash-from-the-past]

Glassez!

[bvrnesher]

Hey, love your writing and was wondering if you'd be comfortable writing a Leo Valdez X reader smut with some brat taming in it. Hope you have a good day

۶ৎ — Grease and Tease

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warnings: unprotected piv, teasing, language, brat taming, smut !! rushed ending

ㅤ୨ৎ —˳ leo valdez ! fem. reader

summary: reader is being a brat, bored, and craving attention. Leo, being the great partner he is, gives them exactly what they want—in his way.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝟵 was thick with the scent of oil and metal, the steady hum of machines filling the space as Leo worked. He was in his element—grease-streaked hands moving with effortless precision, eyes narrowed in concentration as he tinkered with something half-finished on the workbench. Sparks flared every now and then, catching the sharp lines of his face in the dim light, but he barely flinched.

You, on the other hand, were bored.

Leaning against the cluttered workbench, you tapped your fingers against the metal surface, watching him work. He hadn’t looked up in at least twenty minutes, completely lost in whatever genius-level project he was messing with. Normally, you’d let him be, but something about the way he was so focused, so serious, made you want to push him. Just a little.

“So,” you drawled, reaching for a nearby screwdriver and spinning it between your fingers, “is this your idea of a romantic date? Ignoring me while you play with your little toys?”

Leo exhaled sharply through his nose, still not looking up. “Unless you wanna help, maybe don’t touch stuff. That’s a high-density micro—” He stopped mid-sentence when you deliberately set the screwdriver down with a loud clank and hopped onto the workbench beside him, swinging your legs.

“Oops.”

That finally got a reaction. He turned his head slightly, giving you a pointed look. “You really wanna test me right now?”

You grinned. “I dunno. You’ve been so caught up in your work, I was starting to wonder if I should find someone else to entertain me.”

Leo’s hands stilled over his project. For a second, the only sound was the distant whir of machinery and the faint drip, drip of a leaking pipe somewhere in the room. Then, with deliberate slowness, he set his wrench down and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck like he was getting ready for something.

When he finally turned to face you fully, the teasing light in his eyes had darkened into something else. Something more intent.

"You sure you wanna go there, chiquita?" His voice was softer now, but there was an edge to it, like a wire pulled too tight. He stepped closer, bracing his hands on either side of you on the workbench, effectively caging you in. “Because if you keep running that mouth, I will give you something to do with it.”

A shiver ran through you—not fear, but something much more dangerous. Something much more exciting.

And still, you couldn’t help yourself.

You leaned in just enough to brush your lips close to his ear, your voice barely above a whisper. “Promises, promises.”

Leo let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you. "Man, you really don’t know when to quit, huh?"

He braced his hands on the workbench, leaning in just enough to crowd your space without touching you. His eyes flicked over your face—your smug little smirk, the way you were just waiting for him to react.

"Y'know, mi amor," he continued, voice smooth but with an edge of warning, "I was gonna be nice. Finish my work, maybe give you some attention after I saved the world or whatever. But you? You just had to start something."

You raised a brow, feigning innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Leo clicked his tongue. "Yeah? Let’s recap. You’ve been talking all this smack, distracting me, touching my stuff—" he gestured toward the tool you’d dropped earlier "—and now, what? You’re just sitting here, looking at me like I won’t do something about it."

You shrugged. "I mean, you haven’t yet."

Leo blinked once, slow, before exhaling through his nose. Then, without warning, his hands shot out, gripping your thighs and yanking you forward on the workbench until you were flush against him. The move was effortless, like he’d been waiting for an excuse.

"Whoa, would you look at that?" he mused, tilting his head. "Seems like I can do something about it."

You sucked in a breath, but before you could say anything, Leo’s hands skimmed up your legs, thumbs traced absent-minded circles against your skin, like he wasn’t in a rush. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You wanted my attention, right?" he murmured, voice lower now, rougher. "Well, you got it. Hope you can handle it."

And just like that, the playful teasing was gone. The air between you shifted—still charged, but now? Now, it was Leo calling the shots.

"Come on, don’t tell me—" you started to say, but the words died on your lips the moment Leo’s hands slid under your skirt. The very skirt you had chosen for this exact purpose. Easy access.

He looked at you with that signature smirk, fingers ghosting over your skin. You shivered under his touch, and oh, he noticed. Of course, he did. For once, Leo stayed silent as he pushed the fabric higher, fingertips tracing the edge of your panties.

A quiet chuckle nearly escaped him when he felt the dampness of the fabric. Well, if that wasn’t a boost to his ego.

"Seriously?" he said, amusement lacing his voice. "I haven’t even done anything."

"Shut up," you muttered. "You can’t exactly blame me for wanting my boyfriend's attention, can you?"

He chuckled and leaned into you, letting his breath hit your skin before he whispered, “Okay, you have my attention.”

As soon as those words left his mouth, his lips found their way to your neck, placing soft kisses on the warmth of your skin. He let out a satisfied hum.

You felt his hand on the waistband of your panties and then slowly, so damn slowly, he began to trail his fingers up along the inside of your thighs. His touch was like fire, and out of instinct you tried to move your hips, moving closer to his hand, trying to get more. As soon as you did, he stopped.

“We’re impatient, aren’t we?” He said in a teasing tone, but it didn’t take long for him to let his fingers graze your cunt over the fabric of your panties, applying light pressure, until you cried out, begging him for more.

With a smile that you could feel more than see, Leo hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “Lift your hips for me, my love,” he said, placing a hot kiss on your neck, accompanied by a playful bite.

You did as he asked and without a word, he slid your panties down your legs, stuffing them into his pocket and winking at you. “I’ll keep these.”

“Leo…” Before you could protest, his finger slid into your slick warmth and you cried out, a spasm of pleasure flooding your body. He silenced your sounds with his lips, muffling your moans with his own. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, and his tongue tangled with yours as his fingers pushed a little deeper into you, caressing you and making your mind stop working.

The strokes of his fingers were slow, measured. Leo never did that. Ever.

“Faster,” you moaned, your lips swollen from the kiss. Leo shook his head as he slid a second finger inside, making your eyes flutter shut.

“No,” he said, trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck, sucking in all the right places. “You’re gonna take what I give you.”

"Oh...." You cried, squirming at the pleasure of his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you, then pulling out to trail up higher and caress your folds.

His fingers danced over your clit, and your back arched, you breath leaving you with a gasp. Suddenly, he hurried the pace, his fingers workings faster on you.

"Wait, wait—" you tried to speak, but the pleasure was overwhelming. "Leo, slow down—"

"I said," he started, his voice low and teasing, "you’re gonna take what I give you."

You felt your orgasm approaching faster than you would have liked, your abdomen tightening. Leo felt it too, and then he pulled his hand away, adding, “When I decide to give it to you.” With that, your orgasm was gone as quickly as it had come.

“Leo, please…” You weren’t begging, obviously not.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, giving him a look you knew Leo could never resist. And he didn’t. At least not entirely, because as soon as those words left your swollen lips, a mischievous glint appeared on Leo’s.

“Oh, trust me,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck, leaving a smoldering glow behind every kiss he pressed against your skin. “I will.” With that, he pulled away enough to unbutton his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, wasting no time in removing them completely, leaving them halfway down his thighs. You weren’t the only one who was eager.

His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing in anticipation. He gave it a few strokes before placing a hand on your knee, helping you make more room for him.

He positioned himself between your legs, gripping your calves to pull you closer. He took his length, guiding it into your folds, letting his tip, already dripping precum, slide between your slick folds. Leo let out a moan at the sensation, only to then let his tip brush against your swollen clit.

You moaned, Leo’s free hand tangling in your hair, pulling you to him and devouring your lips with an urgency he didn’t even know he had. You tried to use your hands to touch him, but he wouldn’t let you. He let go of your hand and pulled away to grab your wrists.

“When did I say you could touch me, baby?” And with a smile gracing his lips, he rubbed your entrance and let himself slide inside your pussy in one swift, unexpected movement. A breathless, guttural sound escaped your lips.

“Oh my god!” you moaned in pleasure as you felt his cock stretching you out. Throwing your head forward, you buried your face in your boyfriend’s neck as he pulled your hips into him, almost desperate to take you deeper as he thrusted into you.

"Leo, slow down… wait, Leo…” The sensations coursing through your body were too much for you to handle. Searing sparks of heat pooled in your tummy, pushing you towards the ultimate pleasure, building with an urgency that increased with each quickening pace of Leo’s thrusts.

“Yeah, does that feel good?” He moaned as he kissed your neck, your collarbone, everything he could reach. All you could do was nod your head in agreement as your walls tightened around him, gripping his cock as you came, cumming all over his shaft as he chased his own pleasure.

Your cheeks burned, beads of sweat sliding down your boyfriend’s forehead, his eyebrows furrowed as he let out grunts and moans. When you whispered his name in a soft, sweet moan, he found his own release, filling you up with his cum as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

Your breathing steadied, but Leo gave no indication of pulling out of you.

“That was…” you began, but Leo placed a finger over your lips, silencing you. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, no. You’re not leaving anytime soon, beautiful.”

a/n: i hated how i writed this one 😭

[captain-huggy-bear]

Clayton having a switch sense for his girlfriend like pulling her out of the way of something, hand over the edge of the table, when they go skating he keeps his hands on her hips so when she starts to slip he can catch her

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From the very first moment that Clayton met you, you'd been clumsy. The sort of clumsy where you could trip over thin air, over your feet. The sort of clumsy where you always seemed to hit your hip into the corner of tables no matter what and found yourself always littered in bruises. The sort of clumsy where you fell up stairs and down stairs. The sort of clumsy where any uneven ground would catch you out.

It becomes his mission of sorts, to develop a sense for you, a level of being in tune with you that means he can intercept your clumsiness before it hurts you. It's the sort of thing that develops from careful observation, that starts as purposeful and thought out actions, but quickly becomes second nature, habit to the point he moves without thinking these days. Your bruises less common, less frequent, your clumsiness less of a problem because he always seems to be there to intercept you.

His hand always seems to cover table corners before you can hit them, your legs hitting into his knuckles instead, a gentler sort of feeling than hard wood or glass. The times you bend down to pick something up, head destined to hit the underside of a table or corner of a counter, his hand is there, pushing your head out of the way gently before you can bludgeon yourself and give yourself a concussion.

When you're walking down the street, head off in the clouds, making an unconscious beeline for a lamppost it's Clay's hand that wraps around your elbow and pulls you out of the way. It's Clay's hands on your hips that steady you when your foot catches on a crack in the pavement and Clay's hands that catch you before you can hurt yourself when your foot slips on a set of stairs.

He's always there, and it shows. When Clayton's away on a roadie you're suddenly covered in bruises, suddenly using more plasters to sooth accidental cuts and hitting your head more until you're certain your brain might never recover. He hates it. When he comes home to see you bruised up, even though you're not seriously hurt, he hates it. Clay takes so much pride in looking after you, in making sure you're cared for and part of that is stopping you from being your own worst enemy.

You're the one that's hesitant about family skate...concerned that you might fall flat on your face or worse hurt yourself on the skate blades, images in your head of missing fingers and toes, melodrama at its finest.

"Baby, I promise you'll be fine. I'm not going to let you fall." Clay's smile is wide, dimples showing because he's convinced you to come this far, your foot between his thighs as he tightens your skate correctly on the bench.

"You promise?" You're worrying your lip between your teeth, watching him as he finishes tightening one skate and reaches for the other.

"I promise." You can't pretend you're not nervous, because you are, but there's something about the way Clay says it, the confidence he has that at least makes you willing to shuffle onto the ice with him.

You're like a new-born giraffe on the ice, awkward and stumbling, unsure. Definitely nowhere near as graceful as Clayton is but then he never expected you to be, you had very little experience on the ice. That combined with your innate clumsiness has Clayton keeping his hands near you at all times.

"There you go, baby, see told you you could do it." You start to grow more confident, confident enough that the hands on your hips hover rather than touch. Confident enough that Clayton lets you skate independently even as he stays on high alert.

"Clayton, I look ridiculous." You glare back at him as you skate, well aware that you look silly with how bent your knees are to keep balance and how you have to put your arms out to the sides to not wobble over.

"'s cute, baby."

"It's not cu-" you cut yourself off with a little shriek, feet starting to slip out from underneath you as you lose the edge of your blades.

Clayton's there before you can even fall, arms tight around your body, pulling you back against his chest to keep you upright and stable. His arms are wrapped fully around your waist, chin pressing into the top of your shoulder.

"Gotcha."

"Shit..." Your heart is pounding, racing a mile a minute as you just stand there in the middle of the ice with him. Your hands grasping at his around your waist for reassurance that he's there.

"It's okay, I'm right here." He presses a kiss to your shoulder even though you can barely feel it through your hoodie, a reassurance that he's right there, "I'm not going to let you fall, baby. You're fine."

"...you're always doing that..." You whisper it, almost afraid to bring it up, as if by doing so he might stop somehow.

"Mmm? Doing what, baby?" Clay releases his hold on you, but his hands stay attached to your body as he skates around to face you, stopping in front of you smoothly. So smoothly you're envious.

"Catching me, stopping me from hurting myself."

"And I'm going to keep doing it." Clay's hands hold onto yours as he starts to skate backwards, moving you with him across the ice. In truth you're not really skating, instead you're being pulled across the ice gently like a sled. His fingers are interlinked with yours, locked together.

"You can't always catch me, Clay." He takes it as a challenge because to him it is. The idea that he can't always catch you? Can't always stop you from getting hurt? That's just not fathomable to him. If he's in the same room as you then he'll always catch you.

"Watch me." He grins at you, teeth peeking out from beneath his top lip, dimples showing at the corners of his mouth as he pulls you closer to him until your skates bump against his and he's able to drape his arms over your hips. Your hands find his waist, fingers digging in to seek stability.

"Clay."

"I'm serious. If I'm around I'm not letting you get hurt, that's boyfriend duty number one." He might not always remember to get you flowers, he might not always say the right things or be around all the time and sometimes his job means he has to cancel plans, but there's one thing Clay takes seriously with you and it's your safety, your comfort.

"You're going to be very busy then." You joke, having already nearly fallen down the stairs that day, nearly whacked your head on an open cabinet door and fallen over on the ice.

The smirk he sends your way, all heavy lidded and teasing, makes some of the nerves of being on the ice disappear in place of warmth. The sort of warmth that runs through you until your face is on fire and your ears burn.

"Mm, might need a raise, baby."

"What sort of raise?" Your eyes narrow at him as his grip tightens on your hips, fingers digging in to the plush there.

He pretends to think, biting his lip like it's a hard question to answer when he already knows he's going to ask for something extortionate and ridiculous.

"How about 100 kisses a day?"

"100? You might get sore lips." Even still your eyes drop to his lips out of instinct, like the mere mention of a kiss has them drawn in like a magnet.

"I'll just steal your chapstick, sweet girl."

You just shake your head at him, at his ridiculousness even as you smile at him wide. Even while Clay is joking, he does mean it. He takes his role as your protector very seriously, even if he can't always be there.

There's a beat of silence, a moment where the two of you just stare and smile at each other like the sort of love sick fools that make others feel a little queasy and very envious.

"...I love it you know? You taking care of me."

"It's a good thing I love taking care of you then."

[alotofpockets]

Highs and lows | Lia Wälti x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a type 1 diabetic and experiences both hypo- and hyperglycemic events. I hope all the medical talk is right!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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One of the things you loved to do outside of football, was going on walks with some of the girls on your team. When you and your sister Lia made the move to London, you had found a second family in your Arsenal teammates. The friendships you made here went beyond the pitch, and you were forever grateful to have gotten a place amongst them.

Today you were joined by Lia, Steph, Viv, Beth, and Leah. As well as Myle and Calvin, the dogs were both running around the park as the rest of you were talking. 

“Oh hi Myle girl, do you want me to throw the ball?” The dog had dropped the tennis ball into your lap, so you got up to play with her. You made a quick stop to grab your water bottle before you ran back to the dogs. Myle had so much energy, so she kept running up and down the field, while Calvin stayed closer to your side. You throw the ball for Myle again, but your vision goes blurry right after. You knew the feeling all too well, and sat down slowly. Calvin moved closer to you and started barking. Steph looked up at the sudden loudness from her dog, who usually is rather quiet, and notices you on the grass. 

“Hey Lia”, Steph didn’t even have to finish her sentence, the tone of her voice told Lia enough, she looked over to you and rushed to your side when she saw you were on the ground.

“I'm here.” She reaches for your hand, while reaching for her phone with the other. She taps the device to the patch on your arm, letting it read your glucose levels. You had been diagnosed with diabetes type 1 when you were a kid, so the symptoms were very familiar to your sister, and to the team now as well. “It’s low.” By now she didn't even have to tell you what she was going to do, as she was with you for a lot of your highs and lows. She grabs a juice box out of her bag, and tells you to drink up.

“Here, lean into me.” You heard Leah's voice behind you. Her hands on your shoulders guided you into her. The girls knew that there was nothing they could do for you, and that they would just have to wait for your glucose levels to get back up, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't try to make it as comfortable for you as possible. 

Slowly but surely you started feeling better, the blurred vision faded, and you felt a little stronger again. While you had gotten used to the hypo- and hyperglycemic events, they were still a little scary to experience, because you'd never know when one would be more severe.

“Come on, let's get you home.” Lia extends her hands to you, after you let her know you were ready to get up. Once you were up, she hugged you tight, always a little scared of the events herself. 

“Why don't you come to our place?” Beth offers, “We live closer, you can rest there.” You agreed instantly, the less you had to walk right now the better. Back at Beth and Viv’s place you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep cuddled into Viv’s side, with Myle on your chest. 

You’re woken up by the smell of one of your favourite dishes lingering in the air. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Viv asks when she notices that you were awake again. “Good enough for that delicious meal Lia is cooking up.” The girl you’re still laying against chuckles, “Ah good, you’re back.”

You looked around the room to find Leah, Steph, and Calvin had left the home, while Lia was in the kitchen with Beth. Though, you knew your sister did all the cooking, because Viv always loved to tell you how bad of a chef Beth really was. You got up and joined the rest for dinner.

The next few days your blood sugar levels didn’t have any major spikes, there was the occasional high and low, but nothing that wasn’t quickly fixed. 

On game day you were rushing out of the house, cause you forgot to put your alarm. You rolled out of bed, hopped in the shower, and quickly changed into your match day outfit, before you headed to your car. 

You knew it was stupid to skip meals, because it would most likely influence your blood sugar levels later on, but right now the only thought on your mind was getting to the stadium on time. Which luckily you managed to do, you headed into the locker room where everyone was about ready to start warming up. After quickly putting on your cleats, and your training kit, you followed the team out.

“Everything alright?” Your sister asked as she put her arm on your shoulder to warm up her legs. You nod, “I overslept. Forgot to set my alarm, but I’m all good.” You continue warming up together, before running some drills with the rest of the girls. 

On the pitch everything was going great until it wasn’t. You felt very shaky, and were sweating more than during a regular game. Trying to push the feelings aside only worked for a few minutes, with one tackle you were on the ground, and your body fully gave into the high blood sugar. Both Lia and the medics came rushing your way.

“You need to check her glucose levels.” Your sister instructed. The medic already had a phone in their hand to tap it to your patch. “We’ve got her Lia, don’t worry.” The phone quickly gave the glucose levels, and showed they were very high. 

“I’m going to give you an insuline shot, to get your levels down quickly.” You simply nodded, not caring how they would lower your blood sugar, as long as you would stop feeling this way. After the shot, your body started slowly feeling stronger again. The medics walked you off the field, and sat you down on the bench. Steph sat down next to you, and you leaned into her side. She took the bag of nuts the medical assistant handed over, and opened the bag for you. 

When the halftime whistle blew you headed into the locker room, while Steph went to warm up with the rest of the bench. 

“What happened?” Your sister’s worried voice rang out the moment you sat down. She didn’t even let you answer the first question, before she continued. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? You know how bad it can get if you don’t treat your highs and lows on time.” 

“Since I was in a hurry this morning I kind of forgot to have breakfast. I swear I was going to eat something when I got here, but you were all ready to warm up, so I forgot in the rush again.” You knew that skipping meals wasn’t good for your glucose levels, and you really didn’t do it on purpose, and you needed Lia to know that. “I should’ve said it sooner, but it was almost half time. I thought I would be alright until then.”

Lia uncrossed her arms, and the angry facade fell. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again!” She sat down and put her arm around you, happy to know that you were alright again. You listened to Kim and Leah discuss the tactics for the second half of the game, and made your way back to the bench when it was time to head back again. 

The team ended up winning the match. After the second half you felt a lot better again, so you walked the victory round next to your sister, who was happy to have you properly on your feet again.

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[marlowetudor]

The Maze & the Minotaur

Male Minotaur x female reader

Spice Level:🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️- Picante

Word Count: 1740

“This is what you signed up for,” you reminded yourself as you darted around another corner. The travel brochure had promised an “authentic Greek myth experience” when you booked the day trip to see the newly discovered labyrinth beneath the palace at Knossos. Your friends had begged off, claiming the “high adventure package,” which boasted a run through the maze while chased by an actual, live minotaur, was a bit too adventurous for them.

At first, the idea was thrilling. Ever since you'd read the myth of Theseus and the Minotaur in grade school, you’d been fascinated with the idea of being chased by one. Even after meeting the minotaur chasing you, a tall, handsome male named Andreas with soft, wet brown eyes, a warm smile, and acres of well-defined muscles, you were still excited for the chase. He chuckled when he told you that a surprisingly high number of human women opted for the high adventure package.

But, with your heart pounding louder in your ears than your feet on the stone floor of the maze, you were starting to think your friends may have been right. Every so often, a roar would come floating over the maze's walls, sending you into a fresh sprint. You knew one loose stone, one wrong turn, one pause in the wrong spot could mean being caught. And then, if he caught you, well, anything could happen.

It happened before you realized it. You had been running full bore down a straight-away that ended in a T-junction. You hadn’t realized how much speed you’d built up until you went around the corner and couldn’t slow down enough to make the turn safely. You slammed into the rock wall of the maze, bruising your shoulder and forearm hard enough to make you stop running. In the second it took for you to cradle your arm to your side, big arms closed around your torso from behind and lifted you off your feet. A rough palm closed over your mouth, cutting off the scream just as it was bubbling up from your throat.

“Gotcha!” came the deep, breathless voice at your ear. “You gave me quite the chase, sweet girl,” he murmured. You could feel the heat of his breath, cooling the sweat on your neck and brow.

“Damn,” you muttered. “I thought I was going to make it.” You wriggled in his arms, making him laugh.

“You almost did,” he said, tightening his grip. “But I think you deserve a consolation prize for that run.”  He set you down on your feet and spun you around to face him. “Would you like that, sweet girl?” You fought hard to keep your face neutral, even as the low embers of desire burning in your core since the start of your run leaped up to spread a delicious heat through you.

“What’s the prize?” you asked, looking him up and down. His long tongue ran out to lick his lips as he mimicked your lingering gaze.

“I think you know,” His eyes lingered on the valley between your breasts that led down into your sports bra. “Girls like you don’t sign up to be chased by a minotaur for our sparkling conversation,” he said.  

As if he needed help proving his point, his arms wrapped around you again, hoisting you off your feet. Your legs wrapped easily around his trim waist to settle your hips against his. “Besides,” he grunted, one large hand cupped your ass, supporting you, while the other slid up your ribs, roughly grabbing your breast. “I could smell how wet you were from almost ten meters away.”  It made you shift your hips, pressing your sex against him. There was no sense in hiding any longer. He could feel the squirming movements of your hips, seeking the length of his cock stiffening through the thin fabric of your running shorts. He ground up against you, making you whimper with need.

He kissed and licked along your neck until he reached your ear. “You want this cock, sweet girl?” he asked. “You want me to give you your prize?” You nodded, practically writhing against him.

“Say it,” he hissed against your ear. “Tell me how much you want it.” His big hand wrapped around your hips, pushing your wet cunt against his cock through the thin fabric that separated you.

“Please,” you moaned, barely above a whisper. He slid one hand down to explore the damp gusset between your thighs. His thick fingers prodded up and down along the seam of your pussy through the fabric.

“Louder, sweet girl. I want to hear you beg for what you want,” he groaned. You held on tightly to his neck with one arm while you pushed the fingers of your other hand into the curls at the nape of his neck. You kissed eagerly along his long jaw to his mouth, his tongue meeting and twining with yours.

“Please,” you whined between kisses. “Please fuck me.”

He chuckled, tasting your mouth with his tongue. He dug his thick fingers into the fabric of your shorts, pressing hard on your throbbing clit before releasing his hold. You slithered down his body with a frustrated whine as he guided you to your knees with gentle pressure.

“First, you’re going to taste my cock,” he said. His hand undid the clasp holding his loincloth up and let it flutter to the floor. Though the light in the maze was dim, you could still clearly see the girthy length of his erection as it bounced free. Without having to be told, you nuzzled against the base of it, licking over his heavy balls as you made your way up toward the tip. Taking all of him in your mouth was out of the question. He was too thick. Too long. But you could certainly squeeze and lick and suck as much as you could manage. You could run your tongue along his weeping slit, lapping up the sticky beads of precum. You loved hearing him groan, feeling his fingers wrap around your ponytail to guide your head where he wanted it as you tried to fit him into your mouth.

He pulled your head back, pulling your mouth off the head of his cock with a lewd pop. In seconds, he pushed you down onto your back, yanking your sports bra over your head, nearly tearing your shorts as he ripped them down off your hips. His long, thick finger ran between the sopping wet lips of your cunt to gather some of your slick and rub it over your clit. Your hips bucked upward, following his hand as he teased you open for him.

“I think you’re ready for my cock, sweet little human,” he said, pulling you up into his lap. You could only nod as you looped your arms around his neck again. He guided your shaky legs around his hips with one hand while he dragged the thick head of his cock over your sensitive little bud. You thrust against him, trying to coax him to your entrance.

The stretch of him as his cock pushed into you was incredible. You’d heard people talk about being split in half but had never really appreciated what it meant. He tried to hold you up, to let you sink slowly down onto him and adjust to his girth, but the feeling of him filling you was too much to resist. You pushed down with a guttural moan until he was fully rooted deep within you.  

He let you rest for a few moments, holding you still with both hands on your hips. You felt so satisfyingly full that you could hardly feel yourself twitching and clenching around him, but he definitely could, if his breathy little moans were any indication. Slowly, he lifted you up by your hips, savoring the desperate moan you made before he let gravity drag you back down. He tilted you back as you rode him to watch himself disappear into your tight folds, to watch the outline of his glans push against your abdomen each time he reached the end of your channel.

The rough pounding almost overwhelmed the tightening sensation that built in your gut with each velvet drag of him over every tender spot within you. But soon enough, as both of your moans grew louder, as he worked your body up and down on his long shaft, it became impossible to ignore the feeling of getting closer to the precipice. He must have been close, too. He roared again, pulling you down hard and bucking up into you at the same time. Your hand scrabbled across his taught, straining stomach, looking for any kind of purchase to hold onto as you tumbled over the edge into orgasm with him. His hands caught and cradled you, rocking with you as your clenching pussy milked load after heavy load from his cock.

At last, your tired muscles couldn’t hold you upright any longer, and he chuffed out a soft laugh as he bundled you down against his chest. “I take it back,” he muttered as he nuzzled against your sweaty brow. “I think you won, after all, sweet girl.”

You giggled, gently twisting your fingers in the longer fur that ran down between his clavicles like a downy cravat. “I think we both won,” you teased.

After a few moments, he helped you stand and handed you a towel, cleverly concealed within his discarded loincloth. “I’m not really supposed to do this,” he said, suddenly shy as he looked away to give you some privacy while you cleaned up. “I’m not supposed to do any of what we just did. A lot of the guys do, but...” He trailed off, shaking his large head.

“No, I would think railing the clients is probably frowned upon. Great customer service, though. Five stars,” you said, laughing with him as the two of you made your way toward the maze exit.

“Nooo,” he said, still chuckling. “Definitely not supposed to do that.” He ran one of his big hands through the curls that spilled down between his horns, over his brow. “I’m not supposed to do this either, but, uh,” he continued. If he hadn’t just screwed you within an inch of your life, you’d have sworn he was nervous.  “I’d like to see you again. Can I get your number?”

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[bodythieves]

Bounce Back - Pt. 1

pro boxer!abby anderson, pro boxer!reader (tags: flirting, teasing, playful competition. short intro setup for part two.)

you were fresh, about three years into your career as a professional boxer. it was your outlet- a way for you to get everything out in a controlled environment. shit, it was violent and well-paying enough that you thought it was a pretty decent path anyway. let out some steam and make a pretty penny doing it. you had fans, friends, foes. your own place, an impeccable closet.

abby anderson was abby fucking anderson. not only was she an elite fighter, she had became your friend and colleague. you wanted to be built like that, you craved to be able to shuffle and duck and throw a punch before someone could even blink. she was at least 5’11”, extremely toned, clever. sometimes you couldn’t tell if you craved to be her friend, her, or her lover more.

You sat in a wooden and canvas chair, like a director’s seat, to the right of Abby. Cameras were rolling, an interviewer across from the two of you. she held on to a small stack of index cards, thumbing through them with a quiet click of her tongue against her teeth. You look around the room, eyes scanning the white paper backdrop and taking a good look at the cameras. then, of course, to Abby. Unlike you, Abby was totally relaxed. her body language was loose, open- feet together on the small step of the seat, legs spread wide and leaned back into the chair. You, on the other hand, were a bit more reserved. one leg crossed over the other. Your back was up right, chin held high.

“You two have been friends for awhile, haven't you?” the interviewer asked.

Abby cracked a small grin. her eyes moved over just enough to look at you, her cheek leading the way. You couldn't stop yourself from doing what you always did with abby-admiring her. Her brows, slightly wrinkled in the middle from an almost constant furrow. not that she was always in a bad mood, either, because she wasn't.

"Since the cage fight special." her voice pulled you from your thoughts, her cadence like velvet. Still, she always had an air of playfulness in her tone.

Your lips curled up, letting your chin fall as you exhale a breath of a laugh.

"God, that feels like forever ago," You mumbled below your breath. Your eyes tracked from your legs and you lifted your head, looking into the camera beside the interviewer for only a moment before your gaze met the interviewer herself.

"Did you think, then, that you'd be able to get on Abby's level?" the woman proceeded to inquire.

"Then?" you repeated, raising your brows high. "I mean, I'd hoped I could. But now.. I know I'm on her level."

That earned a joking scoff from the boxer to your left.

"Maybe in my weight class now, but not quite my level, chica." Abby shifted in her chair, a hand reached up and pulling her braided ponytail over her shoulder.

Did you make her nervous?

A faint, yet cocky expression phased over you. You pinched your brows and cocked your head.

"You got.. what? Maybe an inch on me? We're three pounds off from each other." Your tone was teasing, you could've nearly been gloating just with that small spark of confidence.

"Inch when you're in your heels."

"Oh, bullshit," you tossed your head back a little as another laugh rolls out of you, but that time, it hadn't been just a breath of one. Subconsciously, you flexed your ankle out and shift in your own chair, looking down at the very heels Abby had teased you for, before quickly looking to the interviewer. "Sorry. Can I say that?"

The woman had been smiling, content it seemed, with solely watching banter flow between you and your colleague. She nodded while she shuffled through her index cards. "Of course. You can say whatever, it's not live feed. We can always go in and take that right out."

"Anyways," the woman started, her index cards tucked between fingers. The daintiness of the interviewer's fingers made you squeeze your own for a moment, into a tight ball against your palm. Why were you so anxious? You'd done press before. "I think it's about time we address the elephant in the room." Maybe it was because you'd never done press with Abby.

Which elephant? The sexual tension elephant?

"This fight, it's only three rounds. That's fifteen minutes in the ring. And it's not even for a title."

Oh. That elephant. The fan-favorite elephant.

Abby shifted again and leaned back. Her hand moved down her chest, a thick palm guiding down her shirt and resting just above her knee. She looked good in joggers. And those polo shirts would really be the death of you one day... At least, you'd hoped so. That over-focused look was all over her. Eyebrows separated by three slotted lines in her skin, eyes piercing and lips fixed into a slight pout. "No, but it is to prove something." She said this as if she'd answered this question in her mind before.

"And that would be...?"

You looked to Abby curiously. What would that be? What was she proving?

"That just because you're a favorite doesn't mean you're on top."

Ha. Ironic. You were typically on top. With a turned head, you glanced at Abby. And in return, she'd caught yours. You could see a faint redness run through her cheeks. Her hand went to adjust her braid once more, and you'd realized you did it again. Abby Anderson was nervous because of you.

The interviewer smiled downwardly and moved her eyes between you and Abby. She continued with her questions, guiding you two through a conversation you hadn't quite had. One of your admiration of Abby, and hers of you. One of what it meant to be two of the most well-renowned individuals in your league.

Nearing the end of your session, the interviewer had decided to ask you one final question.

"Is there anything you want to say to Abby?"

You smiled, looked to the camera for one singular moment. And you felt your heartbeat quicken. There were a million things you wanted to say to Abby. But this wasn't about your feelings towards her, not in that way, no.

Your voice started before you even really began to think.

"I just.. I want to say, it's been an honor." Unexpectedly sweet, considering your colleague had been such a tease the whole time. Abby tilted her head, a strand of blonde hair falling across her cheek, loose from her braid. You had her attention. "I mean it. I watched you for years before I joined the league. Since you were a rookie, and I find a lot of inspiration in you." You cleared your throat, and shifted.

The entire time you spoke, Abby hadn't interrupted. She hadn't smirked or chuckled. Didn't heckle you. No, she was respectful.

"I don't care about a title. Frankly, I don't care if I win or if I lose. I'm.." You trailed off for a moment, your head turned back to the camera. Then, like strike to a lightning rod, you found Abby's face once more. Strong cheekbones, freckled skin, and eyes as blue as the deep. How pretty. "I'm proud enough to know that I stand a chance against you in the ring. I've made it that far."

You watched with a keen eye as Abby's features softened. Blue eyes warmed, cheeks rose, and she broke into a smile. She shook her head slowly and once more ran her hand over her shirt. She let out a small breath from her nose, then opened up for a response.

"Don't go trying to butter me up. Might make it hard for me to fight you."

(A/N) : omg hey hi sorry I haven't posted a fic in forever. Chapter two of this is already in the works! I know this is short pls forgive me.

[jjkamochoso]

Hii!! I love how you write noritoshi sm i wish more people liked him!! Maybe a coffee date with noritoshi x reader and it starts raining :3

Omg THANK YOU!!! I’m the biggest Noritoshi fan and I’m glad I’m not the only one lol he’s such a cutie!! He deserves so much attention😤 Anyway I LOVE this prompt, it’s literally so freaking adorable, thanks for sending it in!!! I hope you enjoy this lil story🥺🫶

The Most Delightful Rainy Da(y)te

Fluff

Noritoshi Kamo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

"Hey, y/n... Would you maybe want to get some coffee? With me? Just us, together... sometime?"

Noritoshi Kamo was standing in front of you, nervous as can be, sporting a smile (a grimace, really) that could only be described as awkward and completely unsure. It was totally opposite of his usual collected, almost aloof, demeanor. He thought he was making a fool of himself; you found it the most endearing he'd ever looked.

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Is... is that okay if I am?"

You raised a brow. "If? You aren't sure?"

That had Noritoshi sweating. As he floundered out a response, this clearly not going as smoothly as he planned, you quieted him with a laugh.

"Noritoshi, I'm just teasing you. I'd love to go on a date with you."

That conversation was what led you to meet the blood manipulator outside of a quaint cafe in a sleepy Kyoto neighborhood. You were happy to dress up a bit for the occasion, opting for a comfy yet stylish outfit. When Noritoshi entered your view, you were in awe of how attractive he was. He was in an all black ensemble and looked sleek as ever, even with his hair left untied and loosely framing his face.

"If you don't mind me saying, you look really good," he complimented upon greeting you.

"As do you, Kamo. I'd say you clean up well but you always look handsome," you replied, trying to hide your grin from seeing his face dusted with a light pink blush. He opened the door for you as you stepped inside the cafe, grateful for the rush of warmth upon entering. It was springtime but the chilly days had not yet come to pass. The cafe wasn't busy, you two being its only patrons at the moment. The atmosphere was calm but not enough to calm your nerves at the prospect of being on a date with Noritoshi. You'd had a huge crush on him for a long time so when he finally asked you out, you were beyond ecstatic. Even though you knew he was a kind person, you still found yourself anxious as you got ready for your date, running through all the possible bad scenarios that could happen. Noritoshi did the same thing, too. His overactive imagination had him picturing the worst outcomes if he went on this date with you and he almost canceled due to sheer nerves. Now that he was here with you, though, having already conquered (and succeeding in) the hard part of asking you out, he felt himself relax a bit in your presence. You two sat across from each other at a table in the back corner to enjoy some privacy as you got to know one another. When he pulled your chair out for you then scooted you in, you felt your heart flutter. He was such a gentleman! His actions might have been more old fashioned than what you were used to but you appreciated his high level of attentiveness. There were two menus on the table and you both reached for one at the same time, resulting in your fingers brushing. Pulling away like you received a strong electric shock, both of you apologized profusely at your blunder, though secretly wishing it could happen again so you could chase that heart pounding feeling. He let you pick up your menu first and you started browsing all the different coffee and tea selections they offered. For such a small place, there were lots of options to choose from. Your eyes began to wander from the printed paper in your hands and landed on Noritoshi as you admired him. His sharp features were highlighted under the glow of the cafe lights and he looked positively ethereal as he studied his menu. His broad shoulders and sculpted biceps were accentuated by the tight fitting black long sleeve he sported under the black blazer that he had shed when you sat down, resting it on the back of his chair. Some longer pieces of his hair fell into his face and when he pushed them behind his ear, he caught your eye. You averted your gaze as fast as possible, not wanting to admit you were staring.

"So, do you come here a lot?" you asked, busying yourself behind the menu and getting back to deciding your order.

"Yes, I'm here often. I like how quiet it is. Most of the other cafes here are too bustling and noisy for me but this one is never like that. Their coffee is the best I've ever had--and I've had a lot of coffee."

"Well," you said, closing the menu, "you've made my decision easy, then. I'll have whatever you get."

Noritoshi's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure? I don't know what you like yet and I don't want to order something you might hate."

"I trust you."

Although you two were dealing with something trivial, certainly not a life or death situation, Noritoshi's stomach still did flips when he heard you say that. Trust was very important to him, something he didn't give or take lightly, but in that moment, it was like something clicked into place. Here you were, looking at him so earnestly about a topic so laughably unserious, yet he could tell that you absolutely meant what you said in every sense of its meaning. You were wearing your heart on your sleeve so nonchalantly, waiting for him to grab ahold of it and never let go, and boy, did he want to. He gulped as his feelings for you amplified moreso than he ever thought possible for a first date and it only started less than 10 minutes ago. He was definitely in over his head.

When the waiter came over, Noritoshi ordered you both the same drink and you were excited to try his suggestion. You also ordered some delicious sounding pastries to share. As you waited for your food and drinks, you began to engage in meaningful conversation. Noritoshi was a very intellectual, mature man, but he was fun, too, and you liked being able to talk with him about all sorts of subjects, from world politics to gossip to the beautiful tree that stood strong outside the window next to you. You found it easy to get enthralled in his words, his soft voice lulling you into a state of relaxation. Watching him speak quickly became your favorite source of entertainment. HIs contemplative nature made him a fantastic listener as well. He nodded along with everything you said and he mulled over what you had discussed before he included his own insights. As you both spoke, you easily got lost in each other's eyes. His gray ones sparkled when he talked about something he was particularly interested in, like archery, and yours glistened whenever you got passionate about the topic at hand. You even felt yourselves lean in toward each other more and more as the date went on, trying to attain closeness in a subtle way. When the waiter finally brought over your order, you were ready to taste what Noritoshi had chosen for you. Carefully blowing on the steaming hot cup, you took a sip of the coffee and immediately knew it was your new favorite. The coffee had a rich, full flavor, but wasn't too overpowering. There was a hint of sweetness and the pleasant aftertaste made for a perfect finish.

"This is beyond amazing. I see why you're here often," you said, taking a bite of pastry and then another drink. You set your cup down and went to continue what you were last talking about but Noritoshi cut in.

"You have a little..." He pointed to his face. Embarrassed, you tried to wipe off whatever it was, but the slight chuckle from the man in front of you led you to assume you didn't get it in the slightest.

"Do you mind if I help?" he asked, and you obliged. Noritoshi had a napkin in hand and leaned over the table. He gently held your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he dabbed your upper lip and side of mouth and you felt like you could've fainted then and there. His hands, like everything else about him, were strong and steady, yet held a tenderness unlike anything you'd experienced in the past. The light hearted smile he wore had not an ounce of malice or disgust as he wiped your face like it was something he'd done a million times before. You felt the pad of his thumb reach up and ghost over your bottom lip.

"There," Noritoshi said, barely above a whisper, "all clean."

"Thank you," you muttered, your heart pounding from his actions. He sat back down, taking a long drink of his coffee as he stared out the window. It was silent between you but not uncomfortably so. All of a sudden, you heard the pitter patter of raindrops hit the cafe ceiling. You hadn't noticed the dark clouds roll in during your date; you were much too interested in Noritoshi.

"I love the rain," he mused, a dreamy tone present in his voice.

"We can move to the booth by the window if you want a better view," you proposed and Noritoshi readily accepted. He took the spot next to the window while you slid in the bench next to him. He got goosebumps from how close your face was to his, your warm breath hitting his cool skin. You were struck by a sudden onset of bravery so you put your hand in his and rested your head on his shoulder, keeping your eyes focused on the nature scene outside the window. He stiffened from the unexpected contact at first but quickly melted into your embrace, his heart overflowing with joy and love. He laid his own head on yours, finding the position quite comfortable and natural. Normally he would never dream of engaging in public displays of affection like this, too afraid of what his clan or peers might think, but he couldn't care less at that point. He was extremely happy for once, in that moment, just you, the rain, and his favorite coffee keeping him company and he would stay like that forever if he could. You sat there and watched the rain quietly until it started letting up into a sprinkle, and by that time you needed to head home. You reluctantly lifted your head from his shoulder and let go of his hand in order to exit the booth. Noritoshi paid for your meal and you thanked him profusely, trying to at least give him some money, but he wasn't having it.

"There's no need for that, really. It's the least I can do. Your company is worth much more than a few coffees and pastries."

"Fine," you conceded, "but the next date is on me."

Noritoshi was taken aback. Next time? You're already planning another date? You really did like him?! He was beyond relieved but his poor heart couldn't catch a break from all the excitement-- he'd barely recovered before you gave him a kiss on the cheek, dangerously close to his lips.

"That's also the least I can do. Now, may I walk a fine gentleman like yourself back home?"

"Under one condition."

"And what will that be?"

"I walk you home first."

You playfully scoffed. "That's the lamest thing you've said all day." You then tilted your head, pretending to think, before taking his hand in yours once again as you started the walk to your place. "But I still really like you so you get a pass."

The rain had stayed light on the walk home, but the temperature seemed to drop a considerable amount. Noritoshi noticed you shivering and easily slipped his jacket off, putting it around your shoulders. The rest of the walk went by much too quick for your liking. You'd prefer to spend more time with Noritoshi, but alas you arrived at your front door. You went to give him his jacket back, but he stopped you.

"I'll get it from you on the next date. It looks much better on you than it does on me anyway," he said, his flirting making your face warm. You bid him farewell and he was on his way, but you knew you wouldn't miss him too bad if you had his jacket that smelled of his delicious cologne and the promise of seeing him again soon. You felt your phone buzz not too long after you settled in at home and pulled it out of your pocket to see you had a text from Noritoshi:

Thank you for today, I had such a lovely time getting to know you and I look forward to seeing what the next date brings us. Also, I don't like being in debt to anyone so next time I see you, I owe you a kiss :)

[lovelyd0gg]

More HCs!<3

How would the boys react to you hugging an old friend that's a male.

Warnings: tons of possessiveness from Luz, yanking arms, jealousy, make-out sesh (Luz)

Bonus: Dick winters and Donald Malarkey at the end<3

Bill Randleman.

•When he saw a man speed walking towards you and started to talk to you, he at first didn't mind.

•He knew you had tons of old friends from high school and he didn't mind at all.

•But as soon as he saw the man had to go somewhere, the guy gave you a hug and walked away.

•Now listen, Talk with a couple of male friends of yours around Bull, that's fine. But if they start to hug you, oh hell no.

•On the outside, he just stared the man down, watching as the guy walked away, but on the inside, his blood was boiling and he felt the need to best him up.

•Especially IF you weren't comfortable with hugs, he'd want to kill the guy.

•You guys just kept walking when he decided to make small talk, asking you who the guy was and how long you have known him.

•When you told him he was an old friend of yours and a little bit more info, he started to calm down a little more but he didn't want to see the guy anymore.

"What's wrong, Randleman?"

"Nothin' darlin'."

Eugene Roe.

•Eugene didn't really care at first like Bull.

•He just thought you were gonna have a normal chat with the guy.

•But once he saw the guy wrap his arms around your waist, jealousy took over.

•His stoic and emotionless expression was very much there and if looks could kill, the man would've dropped on the floor by now.

•When the guy left, Eugene grabbed your hand and yanked you to walk a different way.

•He didn't say anything, but when you guys were out of sight, he hugged you tightly, almost trying to take the scent from the guy away from you.

•It was very much clear he was jealous and he wasn't even hiding it.

•He got irritated but you told him to calm down.

•He was pretty pissed off but you managed to reassure him that there was nothing going on between you and your friend.

•He trusted you and kissed your forehead. Believing you.

"I'm not cheating on you."

"I trust you, cher."

George Luz.

•When I tell you this man gets jealous easily, I KID YOU NOT.

•Once the guy hugs you, he immediately yanks your arm to you.

•Tilting your chin up. Making you look up at him.

•He kept telling you how you were his and basically a complete possessive freak.

•He didn't want any other man near you or touch you.

•Once you both got home, he pinned you to the couch and kissed you violently.

•The kiss was heated and passionate. And it was clear that he was marking what was his.

•He moved his mouth from your lips down to your neck. Leaving hickeys and red marks.

•After you both finished the make out session, he cuddled up to you the whole day. His grip really tight.

•Almost scared you'd run off.

•He was very possessive and he was scared he'd lose you.

"Am I a red flag?"

"You get possessive a lot.. But I love you."

Bill Guarnere.

•As soon as the guy even came to talk with you, he became impatient and wanted to just leave already.

•It was bad enough that he wanted to go and was just waiting for you to be done.

•But when the guy was about to hug you that reached a whole new "what the fuck" level.

•He literally just went between the two of you and pushed the guy gently away.

•He jerked his head somewhere else towards the guy, silently telling him to go away.

•He didn't care in the slightest if the guy didn't get his hug from you, you were supposed to hug Bill and your friends and family.

•Not to mention, Bill didn't even know this guy, you never told him but then again you forget the guy even existed.

•He managed to keep his temper in check (somehow) and you both continued with your day.

"You didn't tell at him."

"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, keep walkin'."

Lewis Nixon.

•Nixon didn't seem to care much when the guy was talking to you. You both were catching up and he didn't really care how long you both took.

•He in fact needed to rest his legs a little after walking for so long.

•As he was staring down at the floor, he heard you end the conversation and he looked up to see the guy hugging you.

•He raised an eyebrow and gave the guy a judging up and down look.

•In his head he was thinking of all sorts of scenarios that would never happen.

•What if the guy punched you? What if you didn't bring your pepper spray with you?

•But after the guy left somewhere else, you told Nixon that you both can continue to go.

•He didn't keep his eyes off the guy. But then he looked at you and nodded.

"Where are you staring at?"

"The guy, what if he punched you?"

Ronald Speirs.

•Oh-ho-ho. Good luck girl.

•I don't think he'd even let you talk to the guy in the first place.

•But for the sake of this headcanon, let's do it.

•When he saw you talking to the guy, he was already feeling protective, like the guy was gonna do something unexpected.

•But when the guy was gonna hug you, Speirs just wrapped his arms around you from behind. Trying to hint to the guy that you're taken and you're not going anywhere.

•The guy stared at him up and down and just left. Clearly freaked out.

•It seemed that his plan worked, just like he imagined it to.

•Once you both came home, he started to rant about how the guy can't just touch you like that! And that he was in the right for stepping in.

•He sometimes asked you if you agreed with him, and sometimes you did actually agree, but sometimes you pretended to just so he doesn't start to scold you.

•It's clear he is protective over you, and he just wants to make sure you're okay.

"Was I too protective..?"

"No, you did what you needed to do."

Joseph Liebgott.

•Normally, he's chill and he doesn't really want to go pick for fights.

•He noticed the guy walk up to you and he raised an eyebrow.

•He was suspicious at first and he didn't trust the guy.

•But when the guy hugged you and walked away he got the "What he hell?" Look on his face.

•He stared at you then watched the guy walk away.

•He wasn't even that mad but he was definitely confused.

•When you guys continued to walk he asked who the guy was and just went on with your days.

•It was so weird and he felt a little jealous but not a lot.

•It was just out of context.

"Huh--?"

"I don't know what the fuck happened."

~•BONUS•~

Richard Winters.

•He is very calm. So when the guy started to talk with you, he was respectful and he didn't bother you or him.

•When the guy hugged you and left, Winters still didn't do anything. He just stood there and asked you who that guy was.

•When you explained that it was an old friend of yours, he nodded and you both kept walking.

•He was very understanding and calm in a lot of situations and he didn't feel jealousy almost at all!

•Which was a good thing for both of you.

•He also trusted you, he knew you wouldn't cheat on him or hurt him. He knew you wouldn't do anything bad to him.

•I mean, it was just a friend after all, so why should he be jealous?

"You aren't jealous?"

"He's a friend, why should I?"

Donald Malarkey.

•He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little jealous.

•When he saw the guy hug you, he felt a little needy for your affection.

•He felt like the guy was getting more affection than he was and that made him needy.

•When the guy left, Malarkey immediately grabbed your hand and smiled.

•Swaying your hands back and forth, he was in a good mood but he also wanted your affection.

•When you guys came home. He tackled you on the bed and covered your face in kisses then cuddled up against you.

•Either he was somewhat jealous or touch-starved.

•It didn't really matter though because he wasn't hurting or restricting you.

•He smiled while he cuddled you and it seemed he felt a lot better.

"Malarkey! Calm down on the kisses!"

"No! I'm not done!"

[noirfren]

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"Now, I know you can do it whisker, this is going to make daddy make the funniest face ever dearest I promise it'll be worth it"

Joanne held whisker like a sandwich, high enough to be on eye level as she looked her in the eyes very seriously, and whsiker returned the firm gaze with even more seriousness.

"Say Jo... joooo~ anne~"

Whisker looked at Joanne blankly, with that oblivious little smile that Joanne adored so much.

"Come on dear I bet a lot of money on this one... say Joooooo~"

Whisker started to giggle and Joanne's head dropped down with a sigh, she looked back up and planted a small kiss on the kitty's little nose

"At least someone's having a good day..."

Randal walked into the room just as Joanne said that

"And look who finally decided to get out of their room"

Joanne looked at the boy at the corner of her eye and he huffed in return

"Don't be a bitch.."

"Language"

Joanne wasted no time to scold the boy about it, she has given up on correcting his vocabulary long time ago, until this little thing showed up he was back on his bad word lock down once again. He rubbed the back of his neck as he waved her off dissmisvly

"Alright alright, my bad"

He decided to drop the sass for now, she's using that mad tone of voice with a sharp rasp in the middle, that tone that summons his brother like a demon, and lately, Nyen as well...

Randal approached the two on the couch, he sat on the other said observing whisker closely, to which she also stared back curiously, it didn't take long for her to start giggling and reaching out to Randal.

"Everything is a joke to her"

"I'm glad she's having a good time at least"

"She's going to die soon if she keeps this up"

"Don't say weird things now"

Joanne shuffled back to her previous position, she was going to give her to randal to hold her until a moment ago when he decided to be weird.

"She loves you"

"She loves everyone"

Randal sat back against the arm rest, his face showing genuine concern for once

"Is it finally hitting? The older sibling curse"

"She's not my sister though"

"Oh I thought you loved having me as your sister don't you want one more?"

"That's diffrent you clean my room and get me out of trouble"

"Tsk tsk... could you be more shallow than that"

"You'd be surprised"

The exchange didn't take long but it was long enough for whisker to start demanding attention from the two, she started babbling and waving her little hands in Joanne's face

"Yes yes my dear you are heared~"

"What's all the fuss about by the way, did she finally murdered somebody?"

Randal said cheekily and Joanne hugged whisker tighter in denial

"No. And she would never, isn't that right sweet pea?~"

Joanne cooed and whisker squeezed the woman's cheeks as she giggled until her face flushed red

"Looks like she's decided on her first victim"

"Don't say shit like that"

"Language"

"Is this a cry for attention?"

Joanne cooed and that seemed to hit a nerve

"No? If anything I'm glad you're busy playing with her so I can have a little peace and quiet"

"Oh don't you worry my dear you'll always be my baby"

"..."

"Do you wanna be held too?"

"..."

"Do you wanna be tucked in bed too? Maybe read you a story?"

Joanne returned her attention to whisker when she thought the boy had enough.

"I told her dad she has a better chance saying my name first, his name seems simpler but it's a little tricky to pronounce, besides, nobody's here to call him papa, unless he's been calling himself that secretly, she wouldn't learn how to say it"

"Bold"

"I know, I even suggested I call him papa for her sake, he got even angrier"

"I'm surprised you made it this far alive"

"Me too darling... Me too... so papa got very angry and bet a huge amount of money that she'd say his name first, I didn't even consent to this bet... this is a robbery..."

Randal quietly giggled at the woman's misfortune, and whisker -who has been quiet the whole time- looked up at Joanne in thought, Joanne who looked troubled sighed heavily

"This is the worst... whisker..."

Joanne pouted and whsiker started to giggle, yet again (author note: bro's the giggler)

"Goodness me she's just like her father... she thrives on others misery..."

"That's a good girl whsiker!"

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@chainsxww I hope this cheers you up a little bit ♡

[imagines--galore]

||Light ‘em Up|| Chapter Seven

Summary: She saved Hiro from bullies and then punched Tadashi when she thought he was one too. She calls herself Hiro’s caretaker, and became Tadashi’s best friend. Now she attends the same Institute as Tadashi as a robotics student. She’s Sakura dubbed Cherry Blossom by Fred. She’s Hiro’s partner in crime, when it comes to annoying his brother and Tadashi’s best friend. Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya(OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Adventure A/N: Next chapter's up and running! If you'd like to be tagged in the next one lemme know!

Previously -  Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six,

"YOU WHAT!?"

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Ouch! That hurts! That hurts!"

James chuckled under his breath at the loud shout Sakura gave, followed by the boys crying out in pain. Cass, who was sitting across from him in the small booth rearranging her scrabble tiles, smiled. The bell above the door tinkled as Sakura and the Hamada brothers walked in, rather Sakura marched in while dragging Tadashi and Hiro by their ears as they shouted their protests.

"Ow! Sakura! It hurts! Let go!"

"My ears are already big enough without you pulling on them!"

"Come on Sakura! It was no big deal." That was Hiro as Sakura dumped the both of them on a couple of stools at the counter. Both boys reached up to massage their ears.

"No big deal!?" Sakura almost screeched causing the brothers to wince at the high level of pitch aimed at their already sensitive ears.

"You were sent to jail! Do you know what this means!?"

The college student stood in front of them, gesturing with her hands as she ranted.

"This will go on your permanent record which in turn is going to effect your whole future."

Cass's face suddenly dawned with realization as she looked at the board in front of her before glancing down at her tiles. Smiling happily she picked up a few tiles and placed them on the board so the word 'Future' was spelled out. She smirked at James, who was frowning, as she wrote down her score.

"This is going to effect you when you apply for a job Tadashi!' She paused as she bit her lip. "But if I tell them that you were just trying to help Hiro! Do you think they will go with it?"

Tadashi glanced at Hiro at his side, his hand still covering his ear.

"Well-"

But Sakura cut him off. "No. They'll just think that I'm covering for you." As she started to pace, her arm wrapped itself around her chest while her hand went up as she started to chew nervously on her fingers.

"And Hiro! You're just out of School! What will this do to your record?! They'll think you're a criminal!"

James grinned as he moved a couple of tiles forward to spell the word 'Record' on the board. His opponent hummed in thought as she looked at her tiles while he wrote down his score.

"And what will happen if you ever have to go out of the country!" The young girl grabbed her pony tail and began to twist it between her hands as she continued her nervous pacing.

"They will probably check to make sure you guys don't have anything illegal with you. Of course you guys probably won't have anything but it won't stop them from checking. And it'll look so bad an-OW! SHIT!"

Sakura cursed, hoping up and down on one foot as she pursed her lips, clutching at her left foot, trying not to scream out loud. The brothers winced at the almost sickening crunch while Cass and James glanced up at the girl before Cass quickly spelled out the word 'Pain' on the board in front of her. As James returned to his game he called out with a teasing tone in his voice.

"Did you boys fail to mention that you have both been cleared of all charges?"

Sakura's eyes snapped from one brother to the other, her hand still wrapped around her throbbing foot. Her voice and face was devoid of any emotion.

"They did fail to mention that little detail." She muttered through gritted teeth. Tadashi only shrugged.

"Well if you would've listened to me I was trying to tell you that."

Sakura glared at him before sighing. Her shoulders sagged as they lost their tense posture and she seemed to slump forward, her eyes on the floor.

"I hate you guys."

James poked two tiles forward to spell out the word 'Guys' on the scrabble board.

"You worry too much, kiddo!" He quipped as his opponent leaned forward, gazing at the game in front of her. He was awarded by a glare which he ignored.

"Can you blame me?! Or Aunt Cass for that matter?! We have to look after three males who aren't capable of cooking anything edible unless you count a sandwich. And thats also because you have nothing to do with fire!"

Her sneaker clad feet made their way towards the pastry counter where she grabbed an eclair taking a huge bite out of it. Tadashi snorted as he hoped off his stool and grabbed a water bottle from the mini-fridge behind the counter.

"As if you're any better, Sakura!" He leaned forward on the counter, just as Hiro started to swing the seat of the stool from side to side causing the stool to make loud squeaking sounds.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

"Zip it Tadashi!" His friend snapped at him, her cheeks turning slightly red at the memory not noticing the chocolate and cream frosting of the Eclair stuck to her upper lip.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

"How can anyone forget that Sakura?" Hiro called from his eat. "Yo-

"Boys! Stop teasing her." Their Aunt called out, taking pity on the poor girl, while shifting her tiles trying to find a word she could use. Sakura smiled gratefully at the older woman as she licked her upper lip clean. She poked her tongue out at the Hamada brothers. Tadashi rolled his eyes while Hiro retaliated by poking his tongue back at her. Looking over at his Aunt Hiro grinned.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

"Hey Aunt Cass?"

His aunt hummed in reply to show that she was listening.

Squeak. Squeak. Squeak.

"I've decided to go for The Nerd School." His Aunt had been in the process of placing a tile on the board when she looked up and somehow her hand slipped and the tiles went flying. James cried out at the ruined game but his opponent didn't seem to notice. With a shout of 'My Hiro is going to be a College Student' she was already wrapping her arms around her younger nephew and pulling him into a tight hug, kissing his forehead.

How she got across the room so quick was a mystery.

Hiro grunted as he tried to breath against the arms wrapped tightly around him while Sakura and Tadashi smirked at each other from across the room. James was frowning as he tried to rearrange the tiles.

"Cass! You ruined the whole game!" He whined. Cass placed one last kiss on Hiro's forehead before turning to look at the dance instructor, keeping her arms wrapped around the boy, to prevent him from escaping.

"Quit being a baby James. And anyway I've already won the game. I'm almost a hundred points above you." As the older man grabbed the paper with the scores on them, only to voice his disbelief at the fact that he had indeed been loosing, Sakura quickly whipped out her phone. Tadashi saw what she was going to do and chuckled, while Hiro glared at her. The older girl only smiled cheekily as she took a couple of shots on her camera as Cass kissed her nephew again. Hiro gently pried away from his Aunt's embrace.

"Aunt Cass I still have to get in that School." His aunt waved her hand as she shook her head. "And I don't know if they would even take me in yet or not."

"Oh! Those are just details, sweetie! They would be mad to not take you in!" She grinned.

"Your aunt's right Hiro. I mean you're the kid who knew how to fix a car when you were just eight." James grinned at him as he started to put away the scrabble tiles. Tadashi hummed in agreement where he was scrolling through Sakura's phone looking at the pictures she had just taken of Hiro, with Sakura standing next to him, making sure he didn't delete anything.

"You'll get in Knucklehead. And I'll tell you how once I get the details of the nex- What the Hell!? Sakura!?" James, Cass and Hiro snapped their heads to look at Tadashi, who was slightly red, with a horrified expression on his face, while Sakura was grinning sheepishly and clutching her phone which she had snatched out of Tadashi's hand.

"You told me you would delete all those!" He said his was getting squeaky at the end. Sakura only smiled back, cheekily.

"Aww! But my dear Tadashi, I lied." She quipped as she started to step away from her friend. Almost immediately Tadashi started to walk towards her his steps small and menacing as he growled.

"Sakura. Delete those things!"

The black haired girl shook her head, hiding her phone behind her back. "No!"

"What pictures is he talking about?" Aunt Cass asked as Hiro tried to peak at the phone in Sakura's hand only to frown when he saw the screen was black. At that moment Tadashi lunged for the girl who shrieked, quickly jumping back and running to hide behind her Godfather. Getting his balance back Tadashi went after his friend.

"Sakura delete those pictures!" He snapped, trying to get the girl who only dodged his hands and ran towards the back door of the cafe, which led out to the backyard.

"Not gonna!" She sing-songed as she yanked the door open and disappeared behind it.

"Sakura!" With one last cry Tadashi tore after her, slamming the door behind him as he did. The three occupants of the room looked thoroughly confused at what had just transpired.

"What the hell was that about?" James voiced what all of them were thinking. Cass shrugged as she turned to pull down the blinds of the cafe.

"Who knows what kind of friendship those two have!" She commented. Hiro sniggered as he grabbed his fighting bot from where he had dropped it on the floor.

"Yeah! One minute they're at each others throats and the next they're having a moment like they did in front of Sakura's lab." He laughed. James who had been in the process of picking up his keys froze.

"What moment?" He said his voice sharp. Cass only shook her head as she wiped the counter, trying to hide a small grin. Hiro shrugged completely missing the tone in the older man's voice.

"The usual. Making goo-goo eyes at each other when they have a conversation or something." He said over his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs. Climbing a couple of steps he paused before turning around.

"Do you think they've kissed yet?"

James made an odd growling sound in his throat while Cass pursed her lips to hold in her laughter at her friend's expression.

"Just go to bed sweetie." She called, laughter evident in her voice. Hiro only shrugged before climbing up the stairs tossing a 'goodnight' over his shoulder.

Cass raised an eyebrow, as she looked at James staring, or more like glaring, at the backdoor, where Tadashi and Sakura had disappeared.

"If that boy even thinks about-"

"Don't even think about it James." The dance instructor turned to look at his friend who had her arms crossed and was looking at him an amused smile playing across her lips. He opened his mouth to retort but she quickly cut him off.

"I know you worry James but they're both adults now. They know how to handle themselves." She smiled up at him from her short stature.

"And I raised Tadashi to be a gentleman when it comes to girls and Sakura is a very sensible young woman." She placed a hand on his forearm.

"They will be alright James." She said, with a tone of finality in her voice. James looked at Cass for a few moments before glancing back at the door and then sighing, letting his shoulders sag.

"I know Cass. But I just can't help worry for the both of them." He admitted. He looked at his friend.

"They boths remind me so much of Sakura's parents that its ridiculous." He said, grinning. Cass, smiled back. Her hand was still resting on his forearm but she didn't give any indication of removing it.

James sighed as he moved forward and grabbed his jacket off the peg by the cafe door.

"Well I gotta head out as well. Got a whole class of seniors coming in tomorrow." Cass grinned as she stood holding the door open for him.

"Hopefully none of them would be a cougar like the last time." She laughed. James winced at the memory as he stepped out onto the street.

"Heres hoping! Night Cass!"

The older woman waved back as he made his way over to his truck. Sighing she shut the door, locking it up behind her. Pulling down the shade in front of the glass she turned off the lights as she made her way to the stairs, looking forward to a relaxing sleep after the excitement of the day.

                                          ————————–

"I told you to delete those photos didn't I?" Tadashi huffed as he opened the back door of the cafe and held it open for his friend to walk in. The black haired girl stalked past him, her lips pulled into a pout.

"Meh, Tadashi! You're no fun." She grumbled as she flicked on the lights, setting them on dim. Tadashi rolled her eyes at her.

"Don't you pout at me! I told you to delete those photos! How did you even have them. I saw you delete them." He said, making sure to keep his voice to a minimum so as not to disturb his Aunt and brother.

"There is such a thing called copy and pasting Tadashi." She grinned at him plopping down on one of the stools at the counter. Tadashi pinched the bridge of his nose as his friend merely smiled at him.

"The one time I was acting like an idiot." He grumbled as he sat down on the stool beside her.

"Technically you act like an idiot at most times Tadashi!" The boy looked up to glare at her, while Sakura merely shrugged. Fishing her phone from her pocket Sakura turned on the home screen. She felt a small smile pulling at her lips when she looked at the picture.

Tadashi really did look like an idiot in those pictures.

But she hadn't had the heart to delete them.

He had looked so happy...

                                          ————————–

Sakura ran through the corridors of SFIT. She tossed apologies to whoever she bumped into but didn't stop. She was feeling so happy that she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs.

She had done it!

She had finally been able to read the Magnetic Frequency she needed and that meant that she was almost done with her project.

After almost a hundred tries!

Well technically 75 tries but who cared?!

She had done it!

She had been so happy that she had run out of her lab, looking for Tadashi to tell him the good news. The girl ran into the main lab where the students usually worked. Catching sight of a familiar blonde chemist she raced over to her.

"Honey! Have you seen Tadashi?!" She panted out. Honey Lemon, who had been holding up a dropper over a beaker jumped slightly at the disturbance. Glancing at the girl next to her she shrugged.

"Haven't seen him. He must be in his lab." Sakura nodded before running for Tadashi's lab.

"Thanks Honey!" Honey waved at her retreating back then turned back to her experiment. Taking a deep breath she squeezed the dropper carefully letting a single drop fall into the beaker. The yellow liquid turned pink and the blonde grinned. No sooner had she thrown up her hands in the air with a shriek of 'It worked!' the pink liquid exploded, emitting a pink cloud and covering the young girl in a coat of pink dust.

"Oh nuts!"

Sakura skidded to a halt as she almost ran by Tadashi's lab. Quickly walking forward she was about to open the door when an unfamiliar voice coming from inside the lab made her stop short.

"Hello! I am Baymax! Your personal healthcare companion!"

Frowning slightly, her curiosity getting the best of her, she left the door handle to peek in from the window that Tadashi had probably forgotten to cover up. She was just in time to see Tadashi throw his arms up in the air with an excited and happy cry of "It worked!", while standing in front of a white...humanoid...thingy that looked like a huge marshmallow.

Snapping her eyes back to the boy inside the room a giggle escaped her as she watched her best friend run around in circles, in his excitement.

"This is amazing!" He turned his attention back to the white pillow like thing. Sakura had to clap her hand to her mouth at what the boy did next. "You work!" He exclaimed again before kissing the white marshmallow thing. A wide smile threatening to split her face she quickly fished out her phone, not wanting to miss her chance. And perfect timing as well as Tadashi had just started to dance by waving his arms around and jumping up and down like a little kid. Sakura quickly shot a few pictures through the window, making sure that the flash was off. Tadashi was too busy celebrating and yelling 'You worked!' in a sing-song voice at the top of his lungs, to notice anything. Sakura laughed when his voice broke in places as she shoved her phone back in her pocket.

"I can't believe it!" Sakura's eyes snapped back to her friend who had stopped dancing for the moment and seemed to have reined in some of his excitement.

"Scan me!" Sakura tilted her head confused while from inside the room a small beeping sound was heard followed by the same unfamiliar voice.

"Your neurotransmitter levels are elevated! This indicates that you are happy!"

Tadashi walked towards the white marshmallow thing. "I am! I really am!" Sakura felt herself smile at the relief and happiness she heard in Tadashi's voice. He really did sound happy. A small chuckle escaped the older Hamada as he continued to look at the marshmallow.

"Aww man! Wait till my brother and Sakura see you!" Sakura felt her heart swell with happiness. For a second she forgot why she was there herself as she just stood there, her hand resting on the window watching Tadashi.

Did she really mean that much to him that he would want to show her something that made him this happy?

Inside the room an elated Tadashi continued to speak. "You're gonna help so many people buddy! So many!" Feeling more happy than he had the past few tests, he continued.

"Thats all for now! I am satisfied with my care!"

Thinking that she would probably leave, and leave him to bask in his success, God knows he deserved it, Sakura stepped away form the glass window. She would tell him her news when they went home.

She was just about to walk away when she heard her name being called.

"Sakura?"

                                          ————————–

"Sakura? Hey!"

Purple eyes blinked at the hand that was waving in front of her face.

"Huh! Wh-what?" She looked to see Tadashi waving his hand in front of her.

"You ok there? Kinda zoned out on me!" He said, his expression concerned as he regarded his friend with worried brown eyes. Sakura shook her head as she smiled. Reaching forward she took off Tadashi's hat and ruffled his hair. Tadashi protested with a 'Hey!' but didn't push her away.

"You worry too much Tadashi." She said smiling affectionately at the boy. His hair ruffled he grinned at her.

"An adventorous brother and a clumsy best friend tends to do that to a person." He said, smiling cheekily. Sakura rolled her eyes, slapping his hat back on his head, pushing the bill down to cover his eyes. Tadashi chuckled as he straightened his hat.

"Seriously though, are you sure you're ok?"

Sakura let her eyes meet his and she felt her smile drop a little as soon as she saw the concern and worry reflected in them. Pushing her lips into giving a small sad smile she nodded.

"I'm alright Dashi." She said. Tadashi only raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes at the gesture and sighed.

"Okay! Okay! I'm not alright! There happy?" She gave in as she grumbled under her breath. "I really hate it when you give me that look."

Tadashi only smirked. "As long as it works, I don't care." Sakura made a 'Tch' sound under her breath as she turned her stool around so she was facing the cafe and not the counter. Tadashi moved his stool so that he was looking at her without having to crane his neck. The two college students sat there in silence for some time, till a low soft voice broke it.

"I know that its not something I should be thinking about but sometimes I do think that maybe I am kidding myself when it comes to robotics." Tadashi looked at her, his eyes wide with disbelief as he looked at the girl. Sakura could feel her eyes beginning to prick with tears but she quickly blinked them away. Putting on a teary smile instead, the girl went on. "Sometimes I think that maybe he was right. Maybe I am not cut out to be a robotics student like my dad."

"No!"

Sakura looked up startled at the anger and outrage she heard in Tadashi's tone. He was looking at her frowning slightly his hand clenched in fists at his side.

"Hiro was right wasn't he?" He asked, his teeth clenched slightly with anger. "This is about him isn't it? And what that bastard said?" When his friend didn't reply he growled under his breath and made as if he were getting up. Sakura quickly gripped his hand and pulled him back.

"I'm trying Tadashi! I'm trying really hard to forget what he said." She pleaded, her grip on his hand not loosening.

"Well try harder!" The boy snapped back. Sakura didn't recoil from his angry tone. She just sighed and stood up, pulling him along with her. Turning to look at him the girl sighed and closed her eyes briefly before opening them again.

"Dashi! I know that you're trying hard to make me forget what he said and I know everyone else is trying to do the same thing but frankly," She shrugged helplessly. "I can't." Tadashi opened his mouth to say something but Sakura quickly placed her finger to shush him. "He said all those things Dashi but the only thing that even got to me was when he said that I will never live up to my father's brilliance." A determined gleam came into her eyes.

"And that was the moment that I promised myself that I would make him realize and see that not only am I my father's daughter but I am also my mother's." She was quite for a second. "That project is as close as I can get to what my dad had done had he lived longer." She dropped her finger from where she had been holding it. "And anyway, with what I have done so far its something that I know my dad and my mom would've been proud of." She finished giving a small smile. The boy stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"You really had me worried there for a minute Sakura." He said, his tone filled with relief. Sakura shrugged as she smiled.

"Hey! You know how its my life goal to make you worry." She quipped back. Tadashi only shook his head, before wrapping his arms around the girl and pulling her towards him. Sakura wrapped her own arms around his torso as she buried her face in his shoulder just as he buried his in her hair. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of lavender shampoo she always used. Sakura stepped closer to her friend almost involuntarily.

"Hey Dashi! Its almost ten and its monday night."

The boy pulled back to look at his friend, not removing his arms from around her. He looked at her grinning.

"Maybe I shouldn't have shown you that place." He joked. Sakura only replied by smacking his arm lightly, her cheeks dusted with a soft blush as she smiled.

"Shut up! You like it just as much as I do." Tadashi only laughed and pulled the girl after him as he made his way to the door. Taking the keys from their hook by the door he stepped out, with Sakura right behind him. Grabbing the helmets where they were placed on top of his moped he held one out for Sakura to take. Strapping his own helmet on he got onto his mopped with Sakura getting behind him. He felt a smile take over his face when he didn't feel her arms wrap around his waist to keep her from falling off.

"Ready?" Even though he couldn't see her the girl nodded.

"Ready!" The word ended in a squeal of fright when Tadashi suddenly started the moped and jerked it forward and onto the road. Sakura, out of fright, wrapped her arms tightly around Tadashi's waist and buried her face in his back. Tadashi only let out a loud laugh at the girl as he sped down the still crowded streets of San Fransokyo.

[sillybayo]

A Lesson Under the Tree

(Originally posted on AO3 on 5/25/22. You can also find this on fanfiction.net)

 A very short and simple huntlow fic with fluff. Hunter takes Willow out to one of his favorite places in the Boiling Isles to help her relax after a long day of work and flyer derby.

Underneath a cherry blossom tree, there laid Willow and Hunter, resting beside each other whilst their palismen sat on top of a branch. Willow layed sideways on the soft grass, napping from a tiresome day at school. Watching her, Hunter sat against the trunk.

"Poor captain.." He thought. "She shouldn't be tired out like this. At least it's peaceful here.."

He continued watching her rest, and prayed to titan that she wouldn't wake up. Not only because she needed to relax, but also because of the sheer embarrassment that would overtake him if she noticed him staring. But, slowly, a soft pink petal floated down, and placed itself just above her tan ear. Despite it being just as light as a feather, Hunter knew how easy it was to awake Willow. What if that single petal was enough to wake her up? What if it tickled her ever so slightly? He couldn't let that happen! His captain deserves a nice break! So, he scooted closer, trying not to make a sound, and gently brushed off the petal with the edge of his fingers, running along her curly hair.

But then Willow quietly groaned and began to open her eyes.

Hunter lifted his hand away from her and completely froze in place, holding his breath. Once she managed to stir awake, Willow looked up at Hunter. Although her vision was a bit blurry and near-sighted due to the lack of glasses, she could easily see the dark red across Hunter's face and ears, and how he was sweating bullets.

"Mm..is everything alright, Hunter? You look sick." She said in a concerned voice.

"YUP!" His voice cracked. "I'm fine! Go back to sleep, captain. You need it."

"Captain?" She hadn't heard that one in a while. "I told you, you don't have to call me that anymore. Just Willow, ok?"

"Yes, Ca—Willow. My apologies."

"You don't really have to apologize either." She consoled. "I promise you, it's fine."

Hunter began to open his mouth to apologize again, but he figured it was best to keep his mouth shut. Meanwhile, Willow sat up to reach her glasses and put them on her face, taking a better look at the flustered boy beside her, who was now looking away and bowing his head.

"Why are you so red anyways?" She asked, trying to change the topic. "Is it too hot out here?"

"N-not at all! It actually feels nice out here.." He contented, looking back at her. The warmth on his face was still noticeably there, but it felt a lot calmer than before.

"It does." She said with a smile. "You really did choose a great place to sleep at, I feel a lot better now. How did you find it anyways?"

"Oh, I just flew past it during one of my missions the other month." He began. "I decided to stop by here again when I got the chance, because I wanted to study the tree. You barely see anything like it in this part of the Boiling Isles, actually! It's mostly filled with flowers, and you'd be surprised by how it survives with barely any leaves. Turns out that once the blossoms fall off, chlorophyll appears and allows it to photosynthesize! The reason the flowers are able to grow in the first place is because a few hours after the sun comes out, the tree starts producing high levels of pro—"

As Hunter stopped mid ramble, he noticed how Willow was leaning in close with wide eyes. He swiftly jumped back a little as blood rushed to his face and ears once more.

"Ah—I'm sorry!" She squeaked. "I was just so interested..I always study flowers and herbs, but rarely trees. Can you teach me more?" She asked as her eyes sparkled.

"O-of course!" Hunter settled. He slid back close beside her, which was a bit unexpected for Willow, for a slight red tint dotted her cheeks. But she returned the feeling by resting her head on her shoulder, looking up at him and happy to hear more.

[jpitha]

The Dreams of Hyacinth 3

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Nick and Eastern left the bar and headed down the street. When they reached an intersection with a large blue and yellow painted square in it, Eastern stopped and looked on her pad.

"We're really going to take a Hopper, Eastern?" Nick looked up in the sky. "I hate the Hoppers."

"It's the fastest way to cross arms, Nick, you know this."

Since the arms of Hyacinth were only connected at the bottom, moving from one arm to the other was a bit of an ordeal. One had to make it all the way to the base, then walk along until they got to the other arm, catch transit and head back up. There were whole groups of people who prided themselves on having been born, lived and grown old never leaving 'their' arm.

The Hopper was a solution to the problem of crossing arms. It was a small vehicle, carrying anywhere from one to ten people, that would descend from the sky when summoned and 'hop' up into the air and over to another arm and drop the passengers off.

Only the rich and people looking for an ostentatious way to spend money took a Hopper. Even those of moderate means would take mass transit to the base. A Hopper ride could cost a month's wages.

As they waited, the warning siren of the descending Hopper started softly and got louder as it came down. Coming down on the hum of thrusters, the Hopper was an aerodynamic box that kind of looked like an expensive loaf of bread. When it touched down, an automated voice stated "Thank you for choosing Hopper. Please stand back until the doors have opened completely." As the doors opened, a small fanfare played and Nick smelled incense.

"Sandalwood?" He looked at Eastern.

She shrugged. "I'm sure it's to hide whatever happened in the cab with the last passengers."

"Ew" Nick peered inside.

Eastern raised an eyebrow. "Don't be so squeamish Nick, I was hoping you'd take me for a Hopper ride while we were dating. Having sex in the Hopper is a popular date night." She stepped past Nick and got in.

"I say again, ew." Nick got into the Hopper.

As soon as they were seated, the doors slid shut and it took off. Nick was surprised at how rough the takeoff was. He expected more of an elevator gliding up, but instead it was much more... dramatic. "This is kind of rough, isn't it?"

"People are paying for that. Gotta feel like you're going somewhere."

As soon as they left the ground and rose above the level of the buildings, the Hopper's direction began to move towards the arm the Eastern had requested. Being that Hyacinth spins for 'gravity' as soon as they were free of that motion, things began to feel very weird. Nick doesn't get motion sick, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. He looked over at Eastern who was plastered to the window, watching Hyacinth pass below her. "People fuck in this thing Eastern? I figure they'd get airsick."

She laughed. "Nick, they'll stop in the center, relative to Hyacinth. You can fuck in microgravity for the low low price of a month or two's wages. Lots of folks use it to show off to their dates."

Nick quickly took his hand off the cushion. "Ew" He said again.

"Nick, they clean them."

"Not enough, I'll wager. I bet sandalwood is cheaper."

Eastern scoffed and went back to looking out the window.

Nick watched idly as Hyacinth spun under them as they flew to another arm. From high overhead, Nick could see that this one was much more industrial than the more residential arm he lived in. Things that look like factories dotted the arm, connected with heavier above ground rail lines than the lighter, hidden metro.

They dropped down into a Square that Nick wasn't familiar with. As the Hopper bounced once and landed, the doors opened, and the automated voice said "Thanks for choosing Hopper! Remember us for all your cross-arm transit needs!" and the little fanfare played again.

Nick had never been on this arm, and was completely lost. Eastern clearly had been here before, and she led him away from the Square, walking purposefully. Eastern turned left and right seemingly randomly as they walked through smaller and smaller alleys until she stopped in front of an armored door. Nick looked up. It looked like a warehouse or a factory or something. Tall, with a false brick facade to hide it's generic construction, it felt like someone doing their best with little money to make the place look like more than the box it was.

Eastern walked up to one of the doors and pressed a small box to the entry pad. Instead of the door opening however, two hatches slid open above them and rather large slug throwers spun out, their servos whining ominously in the quiet of the alley.

"What are you doing, Eastern?" There was a terse voice coming through the speaker. You are supposed to come alone after the job is done."

Eastern pointedly did not look at the slug throwers. "We need to see Jameson. It's about the job. I brought Nick along to corroborate the story."

"We don't know him from Gord, why would we take any bullshit he says as the truth?"

Eastern looked at Nick and raised her eyebrows, like she was trying to get him to join in.

Nick couldn't stop looking at the slug throwers who were following whoever was speaking. "Uh, I was at the job, I can prove I did it as ordered. There's a... complication, that's all."

There was a long pause. Then, the slug throwers spun back into their hatches, and the door unlocked with a loud clank. Only then, did Eastern take a breath and open the door. "Come on Nick, we've got to talk to Jameson."

Nick followed Eastern into the building. After a vestibule with more slug throwers - they were powered down at least - they came into a waiting room. It was... cozy? There were large, comfortable looking leather chairs, deep carpets and even a fireplace?

It wasn't real of course. Any fire on Hyacinth was a serious problem dealt with by the fire brigade as quickly as possible, but at first glance, it was a good illusion. A women was sitting at a desk in the room, watching something on her pad and chewing gum. Her eyes flicked up to Eastern and Nick and she said "Have a seat. Jameson will see you in a bit," and her eyes went back to her pad.

Eastern sat on the long couch across from the fake fire and patted a spot next to her. Nick sat back down, and Eastern leaned against him. Her scent and warmth familiar to him. "Thanks for coming Nick" she mumbled into his shoulder as she leaned against him. "I was worried for a moment you'd say no."

"Oh Eastern." Nick lifted his arm and put it around her, bringing his friend in close. "Old Boring Nick can't leave you in a lurch, you know that."

"I know." She lifted her head and looked at Nick. "I take advantage of it sometimes. I know you still love me."

Nick blinked. That was sudden. How was he supposed to reply to that? It was true, at least a little bit, but Nick thought that people weren't supposed to discuss things like that. "Eastern, you know I'd do anything for you. Even more so when you're paying me."

"I know Nick. You shouldn't though." She buried her head deeper. "I'm no good."

Nick put his arm around her tighter for a hug and she sighed and leaned in more. "Good thing for you I'm a terrible judge of character."

"You really are, Nicholas North, you really are." Eastern sniffed. "We're fucked, you know that right?"

Nicks reply was soft, quiet. "I had a hunch, yeah."

"So why did you come along?"

He shrugged just a little, Eastern's head bobbed as he did so.

"You asked me to."

"Oh Nick..." Nick felt the wetness as Eastern's tears soaked into his shirt. "Nick... if we make it out of this, do me a favor?"

"Sure thing Eastern, what is it?"

"Take me up for a Hopper ride."

Nick couldn't help himself. He blushed just a tiny bit. "Yeah. Okay Eastern, I'll take you up. We can see all of Hyacinth from the air."

She sniffed. "I'd like that Nick."

The girl at the desk looked up. "Mister Jameson will see you both now."

They both stood. Eastern wiped her eyes quickly and wiped her hands on her pants. She took a deep breath, her face hardened and she strode towards the door. She turned back. "Come on Nick, we can't keep him waiting."

Nick couldn't believe it, but he was proud and impressed with how fast she pushed her feelings down and her complete change of attitude. He shrugged and followed her through the door.

The moment they were both through the darkened doorway, it was slammed shut by an unseen hand, and a different pair of arms grabbed Nick and Eastern and thrust them into chairs. The option of resisting didn't even cross Nick's mind as straps were wrapped around his chest and legs. Eastern tried to resist a little and she got a back of the hand across her face for her trouble.

"Fuck! Jameson, why is he wearing rings?"

There was a cackling laugh from the darkness as the straps were tightened. "Your boy didn't even resist, Eastern. Is he the brains of the pair of you?"

"Jameson! We did exactly what you asked, we-"

Eastern was slapped again.

"Quiet, Eastern. When I need to know something, I'll ask. Until then, keep your hatch closed.

The lights came up in the room, and Nick saw Jameson for the first time. When his eyes adjusted to the room, he gasped.

Jameson was an AI.

Normally, it was tough to tell an AI in a body from a BI. They worked hard to make sure their bodies were as close to a biological human as possible. It was a point of pride among some them to pass as human.

Jameson made no effort to pass as a human. His body was missing from the torso down. Tubes and wires hung limply from his stomach, and he was clearly connected to the desk he sat at. His eyes met Nick's as Nick was staring and he winked. "At last we meet, Nicholas North. Am I what you expected?"

"Honestly sir, I didn't even know Eastern was in your employ. We always took jobs from her, and she provided the payment."

Jameson nodded. "Smart of her. I knew that she had a good head on her shoulders." He inclined his head towards her. "It's why you're both alive right now, honestly. He disconnected from the desk, and a small chair on wheels backed away. With a whirr, he wheeled over to where Nick and Eastern were strapped. "How much longer you're alive remains to be seen however." He leaned in to Eastern's face, and she stared at him defiantly. "Tell me what happened. Everything."

Eastern started the story from when she received the job, and Nick would add in where relevant. How he was able to get into the Houndstooth Offices by signing up for a tour (he did not mention Selkirk's work in getting the job set up for them), how he ducked out of the tour to 'use the bathroom,' how be boosted the coffin box from the lab - right where Eastern said it was - Nick made sure to point that out. For a split second, Nick thought about skipping the part about how he got pinged by the Houndstooth CorpCops on the way out of the building, but lost them in the metro and ended with him going to the Thirsty K'laxi to give the coffin box to Eastern.

When they had finished, Jameson leaned back in his chair and looked at both of them with a cool gaze. "You know Nick, a lot of people would have glossed over the fact that you got pinged on the job. They might think me upset that the job wasn't 100% glass." He leaned forward. "You did the right thing though. No job is 100% glass. You got pinged sure, but you ducked the ping like a pro and nothing came of it. I've been checking the Houndstooth back channels to see if I could find out when you boosted the box, and honestly, nobody has said anything yet. I don't even think they know it's gone.

Eastern visibly relaxed.

"But. The fact remains that the box is empty. Eastern scanned it, and I scanned it before you started your story. They either knew someone was going to try and boost her and moved her, or she was never there to begin with and our info was wrong."

Jameson wheeled himself back to his large desk. With a whirr and click, he connected back into it. "Here's what's going to happen. You two-" he gestured to them "-are going to find out where she went. If she's in another coffin box, boost it. If she's in a body, nab her. If - God Forbid - they gave her a ship, steal it. I don't care how, you find her and you bring her back to me."

Eastern was even more pale than usual. She was very frightened of Jameson. Nick, being much more stupid than Eastern, or emboldened by the idea of dating her again spoke up. "Okay Jameson. We'll find her. We'll need some help."

"Your K'laxi fixer? I know about Selkirk. I already assumed she's in the job."

"Well yes, but I mean more, that we need more info. Who are we nabbing. I don't need to know why, but I need who. It'll make it easier to find her if they gave her a body or a ship."

Jameson looked at Nick. He stared a long time, like he was weighing a decision in his head. Finally, he blinked and shook his head. "All right Nick, fine. Her name was - is, Yon." He looked away from Nick.

"She's my daughter."

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[danwhobrowses]

Star Wars Visions: Volume 2 - Review

I am one with the 4th and the 4th is with me, and it's time for Star Wars to return into the experimental animation department for Visions' second season.

I had high opinions of the first season, so the second had a high standard to live up to. But this is what I thought about it

Spoilers for Visions: Volume 2. Watch it first if you don't want to be told major plot points and what my opinion on it is

And again I was left impressed and satisfied. Very glad to see Visions hit a home run once again because there is a lot of meat to bite into of a similar and different variety to the previous season.

As we have for the review of last season we'll start with the negatives to get them out of the way.

What Wasn't Great

No existing story is picked up A small gripe would be that after the great episodes of the first season it was an overall shame that none got a continuation, despite their potential for greater mileage. It's not entirely a bad thing, but it's a shame nonetheless.

The runtime still lacks Before we were looking at 20 minute episodes, but it seems volume 2 has ran down to episodes as short as 10-15 minutes. Which for a fan never feels long enough. While nobody's asking for padding, some episodes could've benefited from a bit more time to flesh out their action or emotional scenes.

Dumb Hopeful Child is Dumb (Twice) Once is passable but twice is worth noting, but the 'In the Stars' and 'Bandits of Golak' storyline both seemed to use the same idea of a force sensitive child's ignorance to how much the empire would hammer down on them, leading to the older sibling to step in. Rani and Tichina may have endearing qualities, but given what the episode tells about their past bereavement at the hands of the empire you'd think them to be at least a little more apprehensive towards using the Force in front of the Empire.

'This Path is only meant for you' (Thrice!) While one side is Jedi x2 and another Sith, there's also a similarity in conclusion in 'Screecher's Reach', 'Aau's Song' and again 'Bandits of Golak' with the young force sensitive having to leave their companions in order to complete training with their master - who in the former and latter is adamant to only take the one child - in search of a better life. In comparison, Daal's tragic story which sees her forced to kill to fall into the dark was more compelling than Rani's previously mentioned naivete stumbling into it, but Aau's tale achieves the opposite side of being hopeful as a counter to Daal's which I'll get more into. But again since Visions is meant to be fresh stories from appraised animation studios, it's a shame that you see duplication: it wouldn't have been too difficult really to tell each other what your story is so there's no overlap.

The Pit's main conflict is easily fixable While 'The Pit' acts well as a well-animated story with a dark turn midway, the whole problem of them being stuck in a hole they have dug felt like it could have been resolved a numeral amount of ways other than 'one will climb out into the imperial controlled city to tell people how the imperial has built this city on prison labor' or just 'chanting in unison so they can hear', I mean they could just build steps out of the bedrock, or just climb out the way Crux did. I also think that the story didn't want to go super dark with the troopers opening fire on the civilians, even though they were okay abandoning people in a pit to die. I dunno it felt rather unambitious at times, taking stories of other media (The Dark Knight Rises) and putting it into Star Wars.

What Was Great

An immediate feast for the eyes Immediately from the episode 'Sith', we are presented with a fresh and stylish level of animation; from the sketchbook-esque world, the flat brush strokes to the classic claymation, everyone's unique take on how the Star Wars world looks offers a new and intriguing perspective. The action is dynamic and fluid too, not to mention the character design for most are unique and themed to their environment.

Aardman understood the assignment At face value 'I Am Your Mother' felt like it'd be little more than a silly story. But its unique charm, blatant references, typical anime antagonist behaviour and its relatable storyline managed to pull off a lighthearted but fun ride.

Journey to the Dark Head! My favourite for this volume has to be the fifth episode, Studio Mir's 'Journey to the Dark Head', I mean fuck yes! A story of multiple plot threads, character development, and stakes, paired with japanese-esque settings, anime visuals and an unnerving villain, not to mention the core theme of balance rather than just light and dark. It's much of what I expect from this series and much like my last favourite 'The Ninth Jedi' it leaves me desiring more.

But also, The Spy Dancer! Second only to this would be the mesmerising Spy Dancer by Studio La Cachette that came right after it. What could've simply been an episode of manipulation underlined by a stunning performance immediately got turned on its head when the imperial ended up being Loi'e's kidnapped and indoctrinated son! Providing a new layer of complexity to the entire second half. A story which could've ended in brutal tragedy was instead given a merciful and hopeful open end. I can't exactly tell you the reasons why it doesn't beat Journey to the Dark Head, it could even be because I saw it first, but these are two stories that go higher and harder than the others in the volume in the similar bar as Ninth Jedi, Village Bride, Lop & Ocho and The Ronin.

Slight Familiarity Although it is unique content, you can see many influences in the episodes from other Star Wars Legends; a Malak-like sith, Gennedy's Clone Wars aesthetic, even an actual Wedge Antilles appearance, the familiarity does usher an easier immersion into the story.

It didn't end on a bummer like last time One of my biggest critiques of season 1 was that the season ended on a sore and bitter note with 'Akakiri', but this season seemed to remedy that with the ethereal-like story of Triggerfish's 'Aau's Song'. Immediately drawn in on premise, Aau achieves where Rani and Tichina struggled in being curious but aware, and also using her powers when necessary rather than forcing another to step in. While Aau also leaves her companions behind, her choice appears a lot more soft than Daal and Rani's 'leave or continue to suffer in this poor existence', and her departure feels more hopeful than bittersweet.

Definitely more stories to expand upon While we didn't pick up anything from Season 1 (yet), Season 2 has offered even more great story paths to look into; I do feel like each episode provided enough to be explored further and most would be captivating enough to be commissioned into full series if given the chance.

Conclusion

It was another good showing from Visions to show the newer and creative avenues the Star Wars universe can take under the helm of various animation styles and creative minds. With episodes tailored to different audiences too, there is a widespread appeal. If I were to rank them from best to worst in my opinion it would be:

Journey to the Dark Head, The Spy Dancer, The Sith, I Am Your Mother, Aau's Song, In the Stars, Screecher's Reach, The Pit, The Bandits of Golak

I'd say Bandits is probably the one I liked the least because In the Stars and Screecher's Reach/Aau's Song had the same plot elements done better, in spite of its unique arabic culture aesthetic and inquisitor villain. The Pit's lack of ambition also harmed it, but the rest were all very strong stories. It's actually a very good sign how much I had to toil between where to rank the third to fifth spots, with Aau's Song and I Am Your Mother surprising me on their quality, Screecher's Reach is great too with its tragedy but I do like positive stories over 'trauma be upon thee'. But yeah I think I'll gush a long time over Dark Head and Spy Dancer, that's some premium gourmet star wars there.

Bring on a Volume 3.

[venusinsilk]

Hi! I came across your blog and saw that you are a pastry chef. I was wondering how you got into the field/your current position and if you have any advice. I'm thinking of changing careers completely (currently an MSW student) and I've always wanted a culinary career but have been terrified to try. Thanks! 🌞

Hi friend,

Before you fully switch careers and pause your education, I highly recommend attempting to work in the culinary field first, even as a dishwasher or prep cook. It's not glamorous, but I think it's wise for you to first get real first-hand experience and decide if this is the right path for you. Kitchen work is WORK. It's a physically demanding field that doesn't have a wide profit margin, but it's also fun and rewarding when you find the right team to work with. You can get an entree level position at most kitchens by making a basic resume and cover letter with your intention and desire to learn (send an ask with your username and I can DM you if you want help!) and make it clear that you are available to work weekends.

Here are a few questions you may benefit from-

What do you want to do with your culinary career? There are many paths you can take. Would you be interested in finishing your degree in Food Science and Technology to work as a scientist developing recipes in a lab for corporations ($$$ kind of evil but also cool)? Or would you rather be an executive chef at a fancy resort in a tropical destination (also $$ with x100 added stress but also travel perks)? Perhaps you see yourself working in a small business like a restaurant or cafe (way less $ but more intimacy with customers and community)? You may. end up dipping your toes in many of these fields before you decide which one you truly enjoy the most.

What specifically do you love about the culinary field? Perhaps you love manipulating recipes and making changes, and finding a surprise in your flavors. Or maybe you love routine and knowing exactly how something will turn out. Do you simply enjoy providing food and experiences for others? How best can you make a career of those passions? Get as specific as you can, and it will help you narrow down which career path within the culinary field you'd like to take.

Research the culinary landscape in your city. Are there any restaurants, bakeries, hotels, wholesale production facilities or even theme parks that inspire you? Could you see yourself working there? What steps would you have to take to get employed?

Given that you're studying for Social Work, I would guess that you care about social issues and your community. The food industry needs educated people like you who care about systems we live in and the way our food reaches us (or doesn't). Check to see if your city has a food bank, and inquire about volunteering. Restaurants are looking for ways to donate food, and you very well could be the person who bridges the gap between restaurants and food banks. Or perhaps there's an even better solution to hunger and food waste you can think of someday, with an education and experience in this field.

That being said, there's no reason for you to be terrified-- it is totally scary to jump into something new, feeling nervous is natural! But I hope you take away the idea that you belong in the field you desire to be in, simply because you work for it and actively try to learn as you go. You could apply a Social Work degree to our food landscape and make a difference in your community. People combine culinary work with all sorts of degrees-- English majors can edit cook books, Biology majors can work with bread and fermented foods on a large scale level (think Kombucha you buy at the grocery store. A microbiologist had to make sure the cultures are balanced!)

You asked about my start- to make the answer short, I was lucky enough to participate in a cooking contest in high school, and I won a full ride to culinary school. I floundered a lot at the beginning of my career when I started out in fine dining (which I hate!) and I went back to community college and dropped out 3 times. Right before the pandemic, I switched careers and I painted furniture for 6 months. It takes a while to figure out the career thing, and I'm still figuring it out. At the moment, I've been a baker for about 12 years and I now work at a cushy corporate job, making pastries for employees at a tech company in their beautiful fancy-ass open concept cafeteria where they watch the chefs cook their lunches. Outside of the job, I have a videographer waiting for me to write a script so we can start filming arthouse baking videos with crazy colors. I want to start filming videos and writing more of my own recipes. I want to ship tarts and truffles across the country and have a website with a menu. Getting here has been so insane but I met some amazing people and ate some really fucking good food.

You career is going to take on many forms and change, and school isn't going anywhere. You can always return to get a different degree if you end up hating what you tried! Good luck and feel free to reach out again if you want more help.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Masterlist <3

Sanemi x Shy!GN!Reader

@just-an-average-simp this was your request! hope you like it :)

No pronouns used, so can be an x male or x female reader :)

You sit, alone, hidden in the shade of a line of trees that covers the roof that you sit on. You're high enough that you can reach out and touch the leaves on the treetop, and the breeze ruffles your hair gently. It's very hot out today, and the intensity of the sun has you missing the winter instantly. You miss the early blanket of darkness and the snow that crumples beneath your footsteps. Summer is overrated.

You're only sitting outside because it's a nice day out and you don't want to waste away hibernating in your bedroom like you always do, only coming out when you're summpned for a mission. You want to get out of that mindset, but it's incredibly difficult to just change your whole lifestyle in only one day.

Everyone that sees you, if they even notice you, is visibly shocked that you've finally come out of your little cave and started seeing the light of day again. It's not your fault that you don't particularly value interaction with others. It just never really turned out all that well for you in the past. Friends are overrated.

With this in mind, it makes sense that not many people recognise you, and mistake you for a less experienced, new recruit. One of the only people that actually knows your name is the Wind Pillar, Sanemi. He is the one who'd scouted you, having seen your will to shed blood and protect a group of children that you were travelling with.

You had all been driven from your village by crooks, and while you could have overpowered them, it wasn't worth risking the children just to become a criminal, and run the risk of being hunted down by allies they might have. It had taken you a long time to gather the reason and courage to migrate, and so you did, carrying two children on your back and holding the hands of two others. Another three who were a few years older were following on behind you, and together, you migrated through a thick blanket of snow in the dead of night to get away, managing to fend off demons for a good few days until you had gotten desperate.

Sanemi had seen you struggle against a group of demons in a forest nearby to the town he was guarding just as you had started to get weaker, bleeding and bruised as you brutally kill the last low-level demon, telling the children that they can open their eyes now.

You had met him when one of the creatures had gotten up from where you thought you'd killed it, and the Wind Pillar had instantly terminated it, begrudgingly guiding you to the town. For some reason, he'd decided he wanted to take you with him, "because you don't talk so you're not so annoying."

The rest is history.

The Pillar is sitting beside you in the blink of an eye, watching you and huffing as you only offer him a shy smile, giving you a cross look.

"Why are you sitting here? You should sit with me more often! You're my disciple!"

"Ah... my apologies... i'll sit with you more from now."

He huffs jaggedly, his voice raspy and low in a way that has your stomach doing twists. He's always been quite possessive of you. It makes you feel happy, too, like you're worth something to somebody. It's an addictive feeling. One you can't get enough of. He'd started growing a soft spot for you when he started teaching you how to fight.

You were good in comparison to normal humans, but to a Hashira, you were nothing but an annoying little fruit fly that could easily be swatted away. So he trained you because he had a soft spot for people who were good with kids and those who were good against demons. What he wasn't too big a fan of was how quiet and antisocial you could be.

You're just a naturally very quiet, genuine person, so he talks to you in ways noone else can understand or bear witness to, and it makes you feel especially lucky. Especially when you lean against his side, resting on him and letting your head fall to his shoulder.

Somewhere along the lines, he grew soft for you, and fell in love with you. It was a difficult process but it was worth it, even if you don't say it much, and it took you a good few years to work up the courage to even invite him into your home just for lunch, to which he gruffly accepted and continued to eat you out of house and home.

You smile at the memory, happy that you gained the courage to confess to your saviour, and knowing now that he was equally as infatuated and interested, like he was some wild animal, studying you and stalking you in the hopes to learn more.

[adorerdraco]

Not My Type (Like You) ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: you should like do a one shot or even another mini series about amortentia/love potions in general. i’d soooo read that

AU SEVENTH YEAR WHERE VOLDY NEVER CAME BACK <3 f**k that mf !

italics are for flashbacks <3 i love them if you couldn’t tell 

Warnings: mean!draco, cursing, more mature themes/ideas, little bit of spice towards the end teehee but not too much bc idk how to write smut to save my life

Words: 4.5K

A/N: I saw a tiktok that kinda inspired this and i couldn’t get the idea out of my heaaaad if anyone knows which one im talking ab send it my way so i can show !!!! ALSO I LOVE THIS ONESHOT I LOVE DRACO AND I AM IN MY FEELINGS this might be my new favoriteeeee

Draco Malfoy was insufferable.

The Prince of Slytherin was unbearable for many reasons, things you've been taking notice of since your first year at Hogwarts when you accidentally had the ”pleasure” of interacting with him when he called you stupid in a class for reciting a spell incorrectly. That day, a hostility blossomed. A hostility that ensued nothing but teasing, mocking, and criticizing that would sometimes go too far and you'd both have to be pulled away from each other by your friends’ before either of you said anything excessively harsh that had no return.

You often felt like Malfoy sought you out to bother you and only for that. You could be sitting in the Quad with friends, conversing and laughing like nothing in the world mattered, and a few minutes later you'd be hurling insults towards the blond across the courtyard after he would yell something infuriating to you with that smug smirk on his face and his goons laughing wildly beside him as if he just said the most hilarious thing they've ever heard. 

On the days you’d ignore him, not having the patience or the energy to deal with him, he would still somehow find a way to push your buttons. Little things here and there like passing you in the corridors and tugging at the ends of your hair gingerly like a child but enough to tick you off or sending you notes from across the class in the form a small fluttering bird with a lousy drawing of you usually with a message along the lines of, “Y/L/N, hopefully, this note finds itself in the nest of hair you have today xx DM.”

In all honesty, there wasn’t a day you didn’t encounter Draco and it’s been that way for seven long years. Neither of you ever gotten tired of mildly or spitefully bullying each other and neither of you ever dreamed of stopping. He was one of the few constants in your daily life, and you in his. It was like you both lived on annoying the other, and in the midst of all the chaos that you brought to one another; there was a small, teeny, tiny acquaintance - not that either of you would ever admit it. You may have noticed it the time you bet each other ten galleons for who would win in the Triwizard Tournament your fourth year and he bet on Viktor Krum while you on Cedric Diggory. (he’s very much alive i refuse to think otherwise.)

“So you’re telling me, your mother is the reason why you’re not at Durmstrang,” you scoffed. “This whole time I could have been saved four years of headaches.”

“You’re just jealous some of us have more opportunities than others,” he snarks back pompously. “Unlike you, I hardly believe you would be graceful enough to even be considered admission into Beauxbatons.”

You had gone to see the last task of the competition just like the rest of the schools, all packed tightly onto the stands and watching carefully the exit of the maze. Naturally, you had arrived with your own friend groups, but somewhere during the time of sitting there and even being a few rows behind the blond and his minions, the two of you had met in the middle bench after he was trying to prove something wrong to you. 

When Cedric appeared back in front of the stands with the glowing Triwizard cup held high over his head in victory and every Hogwarts student loudly celebrating, you had jumped up from your seat and shook wildly an irked Draco beside you. He roughly shrugged your hands off his stiff shoulder, looking up at you with a sneer that you met with a bright beaming smile.

“Pay up, Malfoy!” You held out your hand towards him, opening and closing your fingers to receive the bet money. “I believe it was ten galleons you owe me.”

He begrudgingly reached into his coat pocket and fished out the coins, counting them defeatedly before tossing them into your palm. “What a waste of galleons.”

“Hey, you made the bet,” you reminded him with a still very bright smile. You shoved the money into your pockets, keeping one of the gold coins in between your fingers, and gave him a small hair ruffle that he harshly recoiled from before you turned to jump back up towards the level of stands your friends were originally sitting at.

“Were you really sitting with Malfoy this whole time?” One of your friends questioned when you reached them, a goading smirk on his face.

“Ooooh, she definitely was,” another friend piped up, wiggling her eyebrows. “They’re obsessed with each other.”

“Shut up,” you smack her arm casually, showing the pair the one gold galleon you were holding. “We are not. I was only sitting with him to get my bet money.”

“Sure,” they drawled in unison, sniggering when you threw your head back in annoyance.

You looked down the rows to see the mop of white hair you just sent into disarray. He was slowly descending the stairs of the stands with Crabbe and Goyle following closely behind him. Almost as if he felt your eyes on his back, he turned back to look at you, his cold gray eyes gazing into yours. It was like everything around you went quiet, the only thing in your focus was him and all you could do was stare back. It wasn’t until your friends started stifling laughter and whispering “aww’s” that you snapped out of the short-lived and odd few second trance you were in. He waited for you to do something before he turned back around, and you did - by holding up both hands; the one golden galleon on your left and your middle finger on your right, grinning to yourself when he rolled his eyes throwing you the finger right back before he finally disappeared into the mob of people below.

You were briskly walking down the corridors, books held tightly to your chest with your friend at your side while you made your way to Advanced Potions with Slughorn after Snape finally made his way into the DADA position. It was an easy class, potions being something you had a knack for and it gave you enough leisure to mess with your “favorite” Slytherin who shared it with you. 

“Look there goes your boyfriend,” your friend teases, elbowing your upper arm roughly and nodding her head down towards the hall to the tall blond appearing around the corner and entering swiftly into the class.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you hiss. “I’m tired of everyone saying that. I hate him and he hates me, end of story.”

“You know when you say you hate him, it just sounds like the opposite,” she says tauntingly. “Besides, hate is a strong word and very misplaced. Maybe, it’s just years of built-up tension that both of you have been too nervous to do anything about.”

“Tension? Yeah, I want to strangle him,” you laugh to yourself at the thought.

“Not that tension, idiot,” she shakes her head, “I mean sexual tension...clearly.”

You gave her a horrified look mixed between being disgusted and being offended. You held your hand over your mouth and pretended to gag as dramatically as you could. “I am appalled that you would even say that. I would rather be locked in a room with Filch and Peeves and hear them argue and fight all day than to be with Malfoy like that.”

“Come on, think about it,” she encourages, stopping the two of you a little ways away from the classroom. “You guys 'hate' each other?” She finger quotes the hate, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “When you hate someone, you don’t go out of your way to talk to them every day.”

“It’s not like that,” you wave a hand dismissively. “Also, this isn’t a cliche, this is real life. We hate each other, that is all there is to it.”

You picked up the walk again, your friend to following behind you while letting out a deep and exhausted sigh. You couldn’t help but think about what she said, sure, perhaps at one point you thought Draco was attractive with his bright silver hair, his glittering gray eyes, his little button nose that he would crinkle up every other word he spoke in his charming haughty voice, or the way he’d tower over you in the middle of a conversation gone wrong and he’d be talking lowly to you but all you’d be able to focus on was the sweet scent of apples and cologne that radiated off of him.

“No,” you whispered almost silently to yourself, forcing yourself out of your thoughts and shaking your head from side to side as if it was going to get the image out of your head. He was mean, disrespectful, arrogant, and insulted you daily - even if you both laughed about it or gave props for the perfect jabs.

The first thing your eyes landed on when you walked into the dingy Potions classroom was Draco, his focus trained on the ceiling as if he was deep in thought. Just as his eyes were about to flicker down towards you, and sensing that he was about to, you quickly avoided his gaze and concentrated onto Slughorn who was waiting patiently by his desk with a bubbling cauldron for you and your friend to join the crowd in front of him.

“Great! Now that we’re all here,” Slughorn began excitedly, fixing the sleeves of his robes as he grabbed the ladle in the cauldron and began stirring it while continuing his lecture. 

You were trying to listen, capturing only the professor’s last sentence as he called on someone who raised their hand. All attention was thrown out the window when you realized Draco was standing near said classmate, a look of annoyance suddenly clouding his features when his pale eyes met yours.

“What?” He mouthed. You ignored him, trying to turn your concentration back onto Slughorn but nothing he was saying made sense, and right as you caught a word you did understand, a shuffling and an abrupt arm knocking into yours threw you right back out of the loop.

“Watch it,” you snap hushedly when you notice who it is. “Why are you over here?”

“I can’t say hello to my number one fan?” He whispers back, snickering slightly when you scoffed quietly.

“Fan? Says the one who shoved his way through the crowd to come over here,” you grumble, crossing your arms. 

“I hardly shoved,” he mutters. “I only moved because I couldn’t see Slughorn from where I was standing. Not everything’s about you.”

“Really? Because to me, it seemed like you came over here for my attention.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, a patronizing smile making its way onto his face. The type of typical boy smile where his mouth is half agape with his tongue smoothing over his teeth as he stared off across the room with his fingertips rubbing thoughtfully against his jawline as he thought of what to say. You stood still as he bent down, nearing his mouth towards your ear and whispering hotly, “you wish, darling.”

Slughorn sent everyone to their paired tables, and as everyone began moving and Draco sauntered off away from you, you stood stuck there, shocked with the lingering chills that were sent down your spine from your archnemesis’ comment.

“I told you, you’re into each other,” your friend sang expectantly from behind you, grabbing onto your sleeve and directing the two of you towards your table. 

You were working peacefully at your workspace, cutting up, peeling, and crushing the ingredients that your friend was sliding across the surface to you. In the table behind you was where Draco was working annoyingly quiet, tossing the stripped stems of the roses at you that you had to peel, tiny thorns pricking at your ankles through your socks since the bigger thorns had been taken off for the potion. As payback, you would throw back loose extra pearl dust you ground up, giggling tauntingly when he would frown at you for getting the coarse white powder all over his Italian leather shoes and most definitely inside of them as well.

When you, and seemingly the rest of the class, had finally thrown in all the ingredients and the potion promptly finished brewing, beautiful clouds of white and pink smoke began rising from the cauldrons, each one having a lovely scent of first; freshly pressed high-priced linens, then a faint smell of a brand new racing broom out of a box with a freshly polished wood handle that then quickly transformed into a sweet harvest of apples, green specifically, and finally...

“Ugh, gross,” you pinched your nostrils closed, turning your body around and sending a scowl towards Draco’s way. “Malfoy, we get it, your cologne is expensive, now stop spraying it. I was smelling all these wonderful things and you ruined it.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, looking at you as if you were crazy. “Are you mad? I didn’t spray anything, I think you’ve finally lost it.”

“Well you laid it on too heavy this morning then, it reeks in here.”

“You’re one to talk, Y/L/N. Did you bathe yourself in that dreadful perfume you wear just now? And that ghastly lip shiner thing you use,” He sneers, crinkling up his nose. “I can’t even think straight, I might vomit.”

“Lip shiner? It’s called lip balm, you prat,” you retort, crossing your arms angrily. “Either way, I haven’t used or sprayed anything either so-”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Your friend suddenly exasperated loudly from beside you making you briskly whirl around to look at her, a look of pure annoyance etched onto her face. “Are you two really that daft? Honestly? Have you been paying attention to anything other than each other? For instance, the potion we just made?”

This gained the attention of your classmates around you in the surrounding tables, turning their heads slightly but not obviously with small knowing smirks on their faces while they snickered quietly and listened. It was soundless as you reached towards the book in front of your friend, pulling it painstakingly slow towards you in fear of the words that were written on the open page.

“Amortentia,” you muttered glumly as you read the page, pushing it away from you dejectedly as everything began to click.

“The reason you’re both smelling each other is because you’re what the other desires and is attracted to. Wow, what a revelation! As if the whole school didn’t already know.”

You were afraid to turn around. You could feel the cold and hard pair of eyes burning holes onto your back and the immediate amount of whispers and giggles of the people around you. Luckily, Slughorn was busy at the other end of the room, working diligently with another pair of students who managed to mess up their potion. 

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” Draco announces finally.

“What’s so ridiculous about it?” You questioned, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach when you turned again and took notice of the way his lips were curling upwards as if it was the most disgusting thing he could have ever heard.

“Think about it, Y/L/N,” he deadpans. “Why would I ever desire someone like you?”

There had been occasions over the years when you were in this situation. None as drastic and as revealing, but there would be times when friends and others would poke fun and say the exact same thing your friend told you earlier. The usual, “they got the hots for each other!” and you would always brush it off and joke about how you could never, and he’d do the same. It was always amongst laughs and jokes, but as you looked at the Slytherin in front of you - there wasn’t a hint of amusement on his hardened face.

“Piss off, Malfoy,” you seethed, biting down hard on your lip to refrain from lashing out either in tears or in insults, you couldn’t decide. “If I’m so revolting, leave me alone from now on, I mean it.”

“I never said that,” he argues. “You’re just simply not my type.”

For some eerie, awful reason, the words tore into you like a sharpened knife going easily through butter. You were used to his insults, his mocking, his comments about your appearances - but this hurt, and you couldn’t explain why. You thought, for a second, possibly, that maybe your friend was right. Maybe there was a hidden attraction you had for the platinum blond that you buried deep away and one that he had for you. There was no way that was the case now, not at all. 

And for the first time in your life, you couldn’t be more sure of a simple little fact.

You hated him.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

You don’t know how long you spent sitting in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, back against the cold tiled wall with your knees brought up to your chest. Your friends had tried to console you after the public rejection and humiliation, but their words only made you feel worse. You felt silly for being so bothered about being rejected by Malfoy, he wasn’t exactly someone you fancied, to begin with.

After dinner, you went off the grid and found yourself where you’re now sitting. The ghostly girl flew restlessly around you, popping out of her stall now and then to chat but then going back into her abyss of nothing when she learned you were still upset. You noticed it made her a little too pleased, considering the fact it was always her who was miserably wailing about her problems in the bathroom. She tried to hide it and let you talk to her about how you felt, but she gave terrible advice most of the time. 

“Well, if it was me, I would have never started fancying someone who was mean to me,” she mumbled. “Like when Paul Wighorn made fun of my hair for a whole year and laughed when I cried. I hated his guts then and I still do now.”

She had a point, but she was also Myrtle. Nothing about the overly dramatic ghost made sense.

“I don’t fancy him, It’s just weird,” you trail off. “I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he is a complete arse. We always joked about how we hated each other, but I didn’t think he actually meant it, I guess.”

“I think you do fancy him, though,” she whispers knowingly in your ear, making you flinch from her cold draft. “Stop denying it, it’ll only keep making you feel worse. Amortentia doesn’t lie, silly. Maybe when you drink it, but before that, all real feelings are there, whether you know it or not.”

You sat quietly, taking in her words before something came crashing down onto you like a wall of bricks.

“I suppose that means he’ll have to stop denying it too,” she adds thoughtfully. 

“Myrtle,” you rush to get up, smoothing your hair down profusely and fixing the wrinkles in your clothes. “You’re a genius.”

“I am?” She asks excitedly. “What did I say?”

You waved her off, giving her another thank you before rushing out of the bathroom and into the empty corridors. You were trying to go back to your dorm to sleep, hoping that when tomorrow came you would be bold enough to confront the Slytherin Prince but it was thirty minutes past curfew, something you didn’t notice until you were bustling down the steps in a rush and came face to face with the man of the hour himself doing his Prefect patrolling duties.

“Go to your dorm, Y/L/N,” he sneers. “I’ll take away house points, don’t test me,”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That I’ll take away house points? Watch me. Five-”

“No, you twat,” you groan, swatting his arm with your hand. “I don’t believe that I’m not your type.”

He stayed wordless for a moment, biting the inside of his cheeks and clenching his jaw as he peered down at you from his lanky height. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t think you were my type until the amortentia made me aware of it,” you answer quietly. “Actually, my friend had a hand in it, but it was mostly the potion.”

Silence, again. Still and deadly. You could hear the large clocks around the school tick and tock, the hundreds of paintings snoring peacefully or chattering quietly. You avoided looking up at the boy in front of you, all of a sudden feeling small under his gaze until you felt cold fingers brush against your cheekbone and then softly through your hair causing you to finally look up into the soft wandering almost blue eyes. 

“I didn’t find out with the amortentia,” he muttered almost reluctantly as if it was the most difficult thing he had to reveal. “I’ve known I’ve liked you for a while.”

“How long is a while?” You curiously wonder aloud.

“I’m not telling,” he smirks. “Perhaps you’ll figure it out one day.”

Both hands came up to rest on your cheeks, slightly cold but soft and tender. It sent chills throughout your body as he took a step closer to you and then closer, backing you carefully into the diagonally ascending stone wall that went in the direction of the stairs. Your breathing was getting uneven, you noticed the way you accidentally switched to manually forcing yourself to inhale and exhale normally when he leaned down with his face now being mere centimeters from yours. It was torture, having your eyes closed and feeling the way his nose was brushing against yours, minty breath warm against your lips as he ghosted over them with his. He was so close, you smelt everything that was in the damn potion that got you here. It sent flutters of warmth down your body, trickling down and seeping deeply into every bone in your body as if this is was the remedy its been needing. This is what you’ve been missing.

When you finally felt a soft pair of lips being pressed into yours, it felt almost unreal that you were there. It was awkward the first couple of seconds, both of you wondering how in the world had you gotten yourselves in this position, but after you relaxed and he found his Prince of Slytherin confidence - it was magic. His lips moved languidly against yours, affectionately and full of longing. He kept his hands on your cheeks, still timid to move anywhere else while you kept yours resting lightly on his sides. It scared you a little, how fast and how easily you melted into each other, like if this was something you’ve been doing with him for years rather than torment the other for laughs. 

You hated the feeling when he pulled away, a gust of freezing castle air passing through the space between you and cooling your lips and face from his contact. His hands dropped down to his sides and he looked down at you with a small smile, a teeny bit smug, but happy. You wanted to feel the same way, but a question still loomed over your head, overpowering the giddiness you were vividly feeling.

“Why did you lie earlier?” You question softly, directing your gaze to the floor. “In class, I mean.”

He thought about his answer for a second, sighing deeply when he realized he had to uncover more truths about himself to you. You took a mental observation at that, he didn’t like to talk about feelings. “You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look at me. I thought I’d beat you to it and reject you before you could reject me.”

“What made you think I’d reject you?” You coaxed. “Other than the fact that I made you a sworn enemy at eleven.”

“Exactly that,” he laughed lightly. “You’re unpredictable, Y/N.”

You smiled to yourself at the realization that he finally used your first name. “So are you, Draco.”

“Not really,” he grins. “Like in just a few moments, for example, I’m going to start snogging you.”

You opened your mouth to encourage him but shut it quickly when he closed the space between the two of you again, this time much closer than he was before. He was flush against you, and when you say you could feel everything; you could feel everything. You were almost begging for him to lean down and kiss you again by the time you felt his hands on you again, running delicately around the exposed skin of your hips when your shirt hiked up an inch on accident. He leaned down again, and with the advantage of his lowered height, you let your hands slide up his arms, biceps, and ultimately the nape of his neck where your fingers continued up into his hair. The breathiest gasp escaped his throat as you tugged at the ends gently, smirking to yourself when he closed his eyes in delight at the touch.

His lips came down onto your fast this time and hastily, pressing himself impossibly closer into you. You could feel his grip tighten against your hips, his hold moving upwards onto your waist as he continued to kiss you fervently. His teeth bit down softly on your bottom lip and you wasted no time in parting them slightly for his tongue to meet yours. You tugged at the platinum strands of hair again, feeling triumphant when a low groaning sound emitted from his throat at the sensation as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further.

You knew you were done for when one of his hands slowly slid up your upper body, stopping first at your collarbones with warm fingertips fluttering over the skin, before he moved it upwards completely and he now had his large hand wrapped comfortably around your neck. You gasped in delight into the kiss, a swarm of butterflies going directly to your lower stomach as he squeezed against the artery in your neck meticulously, the coldness from his Malfoy family crest ring only adding fuel to the fire. He tore his mouth away from yours with his hand still clutched firmly around your throat and you were almost sent into orbit with the look he was giving you. A look filled with desire, adoration, and intensity - his pale gray eyes were much darker, almost a dark blue that resembled the starry night sky on a summer night.

Lips reattached themselves roughly and feverishly against your jawline, peppering long and tender kisses all the way towards your ear and then down towards your collarbones where he was beginning to undo the rest of the top buttons of your school dress shirt. You felt him smile against your hot skin when you’d writhe underneath him, emitting weak whimpers that you couldn’t hold back that he ended up having to clasp a free hand over your mouth as he whispered into your ear to stay quiet.

It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a poorly lit corridor where anyone could walk past and see the frenzy that was unfolding, nor did it matter to Draco that his Prefect duties were long forgotten. Your friend was right, and everyone else for that matter; it wasn’t hate you felt for the blond at all, it was years and years of a craving and a hidden yearning packed with displaced tension.

And now, you were both exactly where you wanted to be; together.