#grammar especially is where I fall down

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSLEEPLESS NIGHT * SPENCER REID

SUMMARY　::　Where Spencer finally has a night to sleep at his apartment with his girlfriend, but the current case doesn't even let him close his eyes, leading him to study the files until ungodly hours. But who said that Y/N can sleep away from him?

FEATURING　Spencer Reid x reader　　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　Slightly mention of age gap (reader is still in college), tooth rotting fluff.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Spencer hated bringing work home, and he had two very specific reasons for it. First, he loathed the idea of mixing his work life with his personal life. The BAU was a constant source of darkness; gruesome crimes, twisted minds, and the unrelenting pressure to solve the unsolvable.

His home was the opposite: a place of light and warmth, a refuge from the horrors that haunted him on a daily basis. But more importantly, home was where Y/N was. She was the one person who could pull him from the depths of his thoughts, her mere presence offering a calm that he couldn't find anywhere else. She was his life, his anchor, and his sanctuary.

Their time together was sacred, especially with the demands of his job taking him away so often. Whether he was chasing unsubs across the country or spending endless hours poring over case files at the BAU, being away from Y/N was the hardest part of his job. When he was home, he wanted to be fully present, to make up for the time he lost while he was away.

He cherished the quiet moments, the lazy evenings where they could simply exist together without the weight of the world bearing down on him. He wanted to give her every ounce of his attention, to make her feel just how much she meant to him.

But then, there were nights like tonight, when the case followed him home despite his best intentions, forcing him to divide his focus in a way that always left him feeling guilty.

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, filtered through the sheer curtains that hung over the windows. The clock on the nightstand read 2:37 AM, its gentle green glow a quiet reminder of how late it had become.

Spencer lay on his back, his eyes trained on the ceiling, though his mind was far from still. It raced, chasing the loose ends of the case, replaying details, searching for the missing link that could unravel everything. The unsub was smart, meticulous in his planning, calculating in his movements. It was unnerving, the way this case was so close to home, right here in Quantico.

Hotch had granted the team a rare night to return home and rest, knowing the work would pick up again with relentless intensity in the morning. Spencer knew he should be grateful for the chance to sleep in his own bed, to hold Y/N close, and let her warmth lull him into rest. But sleep felt impossible.

Beside him, Y/N slept soundly, her body curled against his. One arm rested across his chest, her hand fisting tightly the fabric of his white shirt and her hand tucked beneath his shoulder, as if even in sleep, she sought him out. Her breathing was soft and even, the slow rise and fall of her chest a soothing rhythm against his side.

Spencer turned his head slightly, watching her. She looked peaceful, her face relaxed in sleep, the faintest hint of a smile still lingering on her lips, probably remains of a dream. His heart clenched with love, a wave of warmth and tenderness washing over him.

With a soft sigh, Spencer slid his right arm beneath her, his hand resting gently on her back, the warmth of her skin seeping through the fabric of the sweater she wore - his sweater. He brought his other hand down to her bare leg, carefully shifting her until her right one draped across his thighs, her body instinctively curling closer to him, almost laying fully above him.

His fingers trailed softly along her thigh, the smooth skin warm beneath his touch. The gesture was soothing, grounding him in the present moment, in the feel of her against him. His thumb stroked lazy circles on her flesh, his touch light and reverent, as if he was trying to memorize the feel of her - as if he already didn't had each part of her craved inside his head.

He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment as he breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of her hair. It was a mixture of her shampoo and something uniquely hers, a scent that had always brought him comfort. His lips brushed against the delicate skin of her closed eyelids, another kiss pressed to her temple. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her hand tightening its grip on his shirt.

His right hand traveled across the fabric of his sweater, slipping below it, his fingertips sliding higher, brushing against the bare skin of her back. She was so warm, her skin so soft, and the feel of her made something inside him settle, if only for a moment. He continued to stroke her thigh with one hand, his other one gently massaging the muscles of her back, feeling the way her body relaxed further into him.

He stared at her for a long moment, his mind flickering between her and work. He didn’t want to leave her alone in bed, didn’t want to let it drag him away from her. Spencer knew Y/N deserved a good night's sleep more than anyone. She had been tirelessly studying for her college finals, always the most academically involved and dedicated in her class, which caused her to staying up late, buried in textbooks and research papers - just as he spent sleepless nights away on cases.

But even as he held her close, the details of the case gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, refusing to be ignored.

With a reluctant sigh, he carefully began to shift, his movements slow and deliberate, not wanting to disturb her. His hand on her thigh slid away, and he gently eased her leg off his hips, tucking it back beneath the blankets. She mumbled softly in her sleep, her body instinctively moving toward his warmth even as he slipped out from under her.

Spencer sat up, pausing for a moment as he watched her stir. Her hand reached for him in her sleep, her face burrowing further into his pillow as if searching for his scent. The sight made his chest tighten with both affection and guilty.

With one last glance at Y/N, Spencer stood, moving with the quiet precision of someone who was used to slipping away in the dead of night. He padded silently out of the bedroom, the soft sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet beneath his feet.

The apartment was shrouded in a heavy, comfortable darkness, the only sound breaking the quiet being the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Spencer moved with practiced silence, stepping lightly through the familiar space until he reached the small room they’d turned into a makeshift office. It was cluttered with his books, scattered papers, and, more recently, case files.

He flicked on the desk lamp, casting a soft, amber glow across the cluttered desk. His movements were slow, careful not to disturb the serene quiet that enveloped the apartment as he sank into his chair, rescuing his folded glasses from between all those papers.

In front of him lay the case file, the photographs of the victims staring back at him as if mocking his inability to piece it all together. He scanned the reports for what felt like the hundredth time, his brow creased in thought, eyes darting over the details.

Minutes bled into an hour, maybe more. His glasses had slipped halfway down his nose as he leaned in closer to the desk, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the crime scene photos. His other hand tugged at the cuff of his pajama sleeve, lost in the rhythm of his restless thoughts.

Just then, the sound of soft footsteps padding across the wooden floor reached his ears, the faint shuffling of bare feet snapping him out of his thoughts. He barely turned in his chair before he saw her; a sleepy, disheveled Y/N standing in the doorway, her figure backlit by the faint glow of the hallway light. The sleeves of his sweater were falling over her hands, causing her shoulders to become exposed, and her eyes were heavy with the remnants of sleep.

"Spence..." She mumbled, her voice raspy and thick with drowsiness. The sight of her tugged at his heart in the most tender way.

Spencer’s face softened instantly, guilt creeping in at the edges of his thoughts. He’d woken her.

"Hey, sweetheart." He murmured, pushing the file aside and giving her his full attention. His voice was quiet, filled with concern. "What are you doing awake? You should be asleep."

Y/N blinked at him, the bleariness in her eyes making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable. She swayed slightly on her feet, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

"I woke up... and you weren’t there." She slurred softly, taking a small step toward him, her expression confused and sleepy.

His heart clenched at her words, a wave of guilt washing over him. He hated that he’d caused her to wake up, especially on a week that she spent too much time studying and having little to no rest. He adjusted his posture above the chair, motioning her closer with gentle hands, but Y/N was already moving on her own, shuffling across the room with slow, sleepy steps, her gaze never leaving him.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, dove." He whispered as she reached him. He reached out with his hands as she practically fell into his arms.

She pushed his arms open with little effort and maneuvered herself onto his lap, pressing against him as if seeking out the warmth she’d missed. Her legs straddled his thighs, her knees resting above the sides of the chair, her body curling around his like a koala hugging a tree. The weight of her felt perfect, grounding him as she nestled closer, her chest rising and falling softly against him.

"Spence, don’t apologize." She murmured, her breath tickling the skin of his neck as she shifted, her nose nuzzling into the curve of it, seeking his scent. She pressed her face against him, her lips brushing feather-light against the sensitive skin just below his ear as she planted a sleepy kiss. "You know I just can’t sleep well without you."

Spencer let out a shaky breath, the soft, familiar feeling of her lips against his neck sending warmth coursing through him. His left hand instinctively found her back, his fingers running to the hem of his sweater and lifting it slightly, making room for hand to enter under the fabric and meet her skin, spreading his fingers as he began tracing lazy circles along her spine, soothing her.

Y/N sighed in pleasure, her left hand gently crawling up to his face. Her fingers softly traced the rough stubble along his cheek before instinctively pushing his glasses back up to their proper place, her fingertips grazing the bridge of his nose in a familiar, soothing motion.

He smiled softly, his guilt still lingering but melting slightly under the comfort of her touch. She was so close, so vulnerable in her half-asleep state, and it made him feel even more protective of her.

"You should be in bed." He whispered, his voice low and affectionate, his hand continuing its gentle caress. "You have finals tomorrow... and this position’s going to make your back hurt in the morning." He tried to sound stern, but the amusement in his tone betrayed him. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly as Y/N shifted again, her hand leaving his face and meeting the other side of his neck, her right arm tightening around his torso in silent protest.

"I don’t care." She mumbled into his neck, her lips brushing against his skin as she spoke. "I love you. I want to be here."

His heart swelled at her words, an overwhelming wave of love flooding him. He turned his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the comforting scent of her.

"I love you more." He whispered back, his voice barely audible as he nuzzled his cheek against her hair. His hand never stopped its rhythmic movement along her back, his touch gentle and tender.

Y/N hummed in response, her breathing already slowing as the warmth of his embrace lulled her back toward sleep. Spencer could feel the way her body relaxed against his, her weight becoming heavier as she melted further into him. She was so peaceful, her soft breaths brushing against his skin in a steady rhythm.

Spencer's eyes drifted to the case file still resting on the desk, his mind unwilling to let go of the details he was trying to piece together. His hand continued to trail soothing patterns on her back, and he tilted his head down, pressing another kiss to her temple, noticing how her body was giving way to sleep again.

"Let me tuck you back into bed, sweetheart." He whispered against her skin, insisting. "You need the proper rest."

But Y/N shifted in his lap, shaking her head, clearly unwilling to move.

"No." She mumbled, her voice soft but convincing. "What I need is to be with you." She burrowed her face deeper into his neck, pressing her nose against his skin and nuzzling him like she was trying to become a part of him. "Let me stay here. Please."

Spencer sighed softly, feeling torn between the the case and the warmth of Y/N in his arms. He glanced back at Y/N, her soft breathing and her peaceful face pressed against his neck, shaking his head with how stubborn she could be.

Wrapping his arms fully around her, he held her close, one hand still caressing her back while the other pulled the case file closer to him again, reopening it and going back to the first page.

© vanteguccir

[myunghology]

PHANTOM BUSTERS! — general relationship headcanons.

ıllı “ i still wanna be your favorite boy ! ”

pairings mogari shishikuno, eugene korekishi, kaoru kanzaki, tamon kotaro, and ichimiya sorato x gender neutral! reader. ( better read in light mode!! ) tw for swearing !! not proofread, beware for wrong grammar 'nd typos..

a/n — i finally caved in writing for these fuckers.. i added ichimiya because we all love him. no bashers allowed ❌❌❌ filo phanbus fans follow me hahahah HELLO FILIPINO TAMON NATION

— MOGARI SHISHIKUNO

he did not bag the baddie (you) the baddie bagged him. and he just stays bagged. basically the main description of your relationship. this can work for tamon too now that i think about it YKW THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE HERE THEY'RE ALL LOSERS. but mogari in particular HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT you forget under allat is a fucking ripped 16 year old 💔💔. loser trapped in a hot body fr

“me and my stupid ass bf” “i hate my bf” ahh relationship.. you're joking you love him lots but sometimes he's just TOO MUCH. in a good way, sometimes he has these bursts of energy where he just picks you up potato sack carry style and runs a whole mile. ( more under the cut! )

trashcan boyfriend (2). literally anything you put aside / don't like he will eat. literally the olive theory but revamped?? you don't even have to say anything just take it off your plate and place it on his and he'll get the message immediately. “i don't like it...” you mumble as your food is already in his mouth.

funniest dynamic especially if you're a slow eater. mogari just stares at you when you aren't even halfway finished with your bento when he was done with his school lunch about twenty minutes ago. like at this point, HE is offering to eat it for you. of course he would fucking fatass

would looooveee doing tiktok trends with you. actually he would agree to do anything you'd ask him to so he's delicate here. has an addiction with kisses number 1. he'll randomly cup your face with one hand and kiss your cheek like crazy even when you're in public..

actually he's just addicted to you in general. why wouldn't he be when you're just the prettiest little thing he knows ��� he adores you so much it's not even funny atp. most obsessed bf out of all of them prove me wrong (you can't haha. ₕₒₑ)

— EUGENE KOREKISHI

epitome of the perfect boyfriend.. it's like he came out of a book (well hm..) everyone in your family loves him because why's your mom asking you when is he coming over and can he come over during a family reunion so everyone else can meet him

your daily conversation with him goes “i'm going out with mom later, wanna come? i heard you were busy.” “i am. but isn't your mom always busy?” “ah no, i meant your mom.” “why are you calling my mom ‘mom’?!” “she insisted, so..” this guy is unconsciously making moves on your family too.

type of boyfriend to make you tea at night if you can't fall asleep.. is on the brink of exhaustion but if you can't sleep he won't too. unless not until you fall asleep first. he'll caress your cheek and pat your back until he can hear your soft snores haha

would buy you jewelry as a gift, but it actually means something, even if it's small like the jewel being your birthstone. the price ranges on how serious he is about your relationship— the most he'll do right now is probably a simple pandora bracelet or a promise ring, maybe even more in the far future :)

would gladly wear those "i love my gf/bf" t-shirts if you asked him to. (as long as you two are in private obv he has a reputation to hold LMAO SORRY) but isn't afraid to speak up / show that he's taken so you're in good hands!! i just know he has girls proffessing their love for him.. and he just turns 'em down with a “no haha, i'm dating someone already. sorry.” GREEN FLAG

anddd, i just love how the whole phanbus x reader fandom just agreed that korekishi's a natural flirt / tease. LIKE YES this is the one thing we can all collectively agree on. the small acts of intimacy he does but you're able to catch on is so... ksjdnsknss yes. whenever he makes you lean on him once he notices your eyes getting droopy, tutoring you late in the night even though he's on the brink of falling asleep, not being able to leave you until he KNOWS you're safe :,)... okay enough

— KAORU KANZAKI

i believe he's the type of boyfriend who'd act all nonchalant around you but giggle and roll in his bed at night when thinking about you. the type to bite his finger when you're having a conversation online.. omfg “why couldn't they tell that we're dating.. we're literally matching profiles tf”

softest skin ever, and has the squishiest cheeks (like a cats), and reacts like a cat does whenever you tug it's whiskers. this guy's skin literally looks like glass and feels like jello it's crazy. speaking of cats, he's a magnet for 'em. you have a feisty cat? tamed immediately. loves em too :3

manga reading / anime watching date nights in his house with the door unlocked of course per his sisters request— she'd walk in and you'd be sleeping on zaki's chest as he scrolls on his phone whilst patting your head, or he could still be watching tv. “do you need anything?” his sister usually whispers, and he responds with a thumbs up.

you're literally his dress up doll i'm sorry. that sounds wrong but that's exactly how he described it to you. he just simply likes dressing you up!! so does his sister but he won't let her lay a hand on you because he doesn't want her to pester you every time you come over wkwkwkwk.. also because he just wants you all to himself

he isn't laughing anymore by the time you turn him into your personal makeup/skincare doll. give and take though, right? he can't even be mad because he did it to you first. zaki when there's consequences to his own actions 💔❌😕😭 but he doesn't actually fight it!! just a simple “what're you doing” and he'll back off right after saying that.

i am another truther to easily jealous! kanzaki.. everyone knows he's a huge tsundere (kinda at least) and on top of that, he's the jealous bf final boss. the others don't have that much jealousy boiling within them BUT THIS GUY. not jealous in an insecure way, not really but in a way that he just wants to keep you all to himself ;(. you're his person, of course he wants to be with you always even tho it isn't obvious.. !

— TAMON KOTARO

everybody give it up for everyones loser bf!! literally would be up at 12am thinking ‘man how'd i pull them’ with his face buried in his hand it's almost pathetic honestly. number 2 on the perfect boyfriend list because he means everything to me tbh. handsome, tall, can cook, AND WON'T GIVE ANYONE ELSE ATTENTION? CRIPPLING LOYALTY??? wow he's amazing

you could be messaging him at 5am with a “my hair's so fucked im gonna start crying if my hair's ugly im ugly” and he's awake from your message, replying with a “no you're always so beautiful baby i love uuu”. no one talk to me where do i get one of these. literally has an alarm because he knows whenever you're gonna hit him up w/ those weird messages, also because he wants to have another late night conversation with you!!

reassurance FINAL BOSS has no problem with reassuring you over and over from how much he loves you, actually you probably don't need reassurance at all because of his crippling social anxiety but you know. for the plot let's say you do need it. would coo and whisper to you because he knows you need affection too, more than anyone.

the type of boyfriend who'd freeze up once he feels your head laying on his shoulder or chest, what plays in his mind is a continuous sentence of “don't move don't move don't move don't move don't move don't move”. also would sacrifice his headphones for you if you don't like crowded and noisy places.. he loves u so much lordddd

i genuinely feel like nights with tamon are so comforting :((. bonding over small stuff like music, maybe even asking him to play the guitar for you is everything. has the most calming voice too— is a listener and a yapper! best of both worlds whenever you're with him!!

i fear he is especially weak to cute people with pretty eyes. weak for you in general but you know what i mean, right? just look up at him with dilated pupils and he immediately realizes he's fucked. he was fucked anyw ever since he first saw you BUT STILL!! he gets weak in the knees he is in bliss right now.. no one can interrupt his fantasies besides you of course

— ICHIMIYA SORATO

how to get the student council to respect you in 4 simple steps: 1. behave and don't cause a ruckus. 2. get good grades for no problems. 3. apply to be on the student council. 4. date their president ✅ literally everywhere you go students are shaking in their boots (especially the council) because they all know they're gonna face ichimiya's wrath if they ever mess w/ you. and you're just there like ʚ(꒪ˊ꒳ˋ꒪)ɞ

likes being babied taken care of i take no criticism!! cup his face, run your fingers through his hair, let him rest his face in your chest, caress his face and he's weak in the knees. he still has that iconic scowl on his face but he'll gladly return your affection :).

unconsciously gives you headpats, especially if you're shorter! also leads to ichimiya pulling you closer to him to wrap an arm around your shoulder and you just comply. you just get dragged by this man and. it's.. it is what it is, he needs you for emotional support okay.. no ones gonna say anything anyway and they can't.

i genuinely believe this guy has really soft hair (as contrary to him liking you playing with his hair), he let's you do whatever with it as long as you're alone. because someone tell eugene why he's seeing ichimiya with pigtails on your close friends instagram story.. ;-;

you sometimes tease him by saying “as expected of chairman!!” on the most simplest of things. literally he could just be making coffee for you and hot chocolate for himself in the morning or in the night, and you'd go “AS EXPECTED OF CHAIRMA—” and he cuts you off by pushing your head backwards lightly with his index finger.

so down bad for you but he hides it so well even YOU don't know it. literal d1 simp for you. okay maybe it's a bit obvious— the way he kisses your cheek repeatedly before murmuring a “give me a kiss,” as you turn your head to give him what he really wanted all this time. desperate bf in disguise actually :3 (affectionate)

@myunghology — i finished this in less than a day woah. “one of us here is not like the others” ahh ichimiya.. WHATEVER he's so pretty anyway our little loser

[celuere]

Teaser

pairing: Arlecchino x fem!reader

Context: You‘re getting bored during a Fatui meeting so you decide to help yourself out with your wife<33

Content: stimulation, semi-public, arle has a dick here because I said so, Pantalone is yapping too much, Arle and reader are married, mentions of giving head

I‘m writing this while I have to get up for a 10 hour shift in 5 hours so there might be a few grammar mistakes here and there🙏🏼 Will be writing part two later!

NSFW utc, MDNI

A bored yawn threatened to escape your lips as you listened to Pantalone‘s never ending scheming as you were seated at the end of a rather long Mahagoni table. The wine glass in front of you obviously untouched.

In an attempt to cure the almost deadly boredom inside of you, your gaze wandered over to Tartaglia who was more or less about to fall asleep, then over to Columbina who seemed to be more interested in grooming the feathers on the back of her head rather than listening to her colleague until your eyes stopped at a familiar hair clip neatly keeping the red-white hair of your wife together.

Her head was turned into Pantalone‘s direction, making it seem like she was genuinely interested in whatever he was spouting at the other end of the table. But of course, knowing the fourth Fatui Harbinger since the cute age of six years, you knew way better by the way she was fidgeting with the various rings on her black fingers, including your wedding ring. She was bored to death.

She probably already noticed your lingering stare too, but obviously decided to ignore it for the sake of avoiding Pantalone‘s attention.

Rude.

You let your eyes wander further down her trained body, her biceps more than noticeable, even underneath her jacket. You subconsciously bit your lip at the sight. Especially at the memory of what that biceps look like when she is pressing her hand onto your mouth to keep you quiet as she fucks her dick inside of your clenching cunt.

With a deep inhale, to keep yourself focused, you reached after your wineglass, bringing it to your lips to take a small gulp. You licked the red stain off of your lips to avoid making a grimace at the bitter taste.

God this tastes awful.

Sighing as you place your glass back down onto the table, your eyes moved back to your wife‘s hands once more, her fingers now eerily still.

So she is paying attention to you.

This made a lightbulb go on right above your head. I mean… she probably will kill you for it but a little fun never hurt… right? And before you could stop yourself your hand already wandered underneath the table, where you carefully rested your hand now on Arlecchino‘s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And for the first time of this meeting she finally turned her head back to you, crimson-black eyes piercing into yours as she raised an eyebrow at you, not opening her mouth but it was enough for you to know what she wanted to say.

„What do you think you‘re doing, dove?“

A simple smile grazing your lips as your hand slowly made its way up her inner thigh, inching closer and closer to her groin until you cupped the rather soft bulge in her pants. She sucked in a harsh breath at your bold action but her facial expression was still not faltering. How typical for a diplomat of her kind. Always in control of her emotions.

Except for one thing.

She could turn away and cover the lower half of her face with her cursed hand all she wanted but you could feel her thighs tense up as you gave her dick a gentle squeeze, now rubbing your thumb almost agonizingly slow over the fabric covering her.

You saw her free hand suddenly gripping after her own glass of wine, bringing it up to her mouth to take a big gulp. It‘s not like she could get drunk with the balemoon bloodfire flowing through her veins anyways. But still… she didn’t stop you, she didn’t grip your hand, nor did she shove it away.

So you took the opportunity to now move your whole hand up and down over the growing bulge in her pants. You noticed her wet her lips every now and then, head already turned back to Regrator but the way her breathing intensified more with each rub of your hand gave it all away.

Peruere Snezhevna was enjoying this.

You debated for some time if you should actually pull down the zipper on her pants and give her cock a nice handjob but this would obviously be too much for this setting. So you stuck to gentle rubs, giving her a tight squeeze here and there as you slowly but surely felt a small wet spot form on the fabric. Goodness, just the thought of you cleaning up this mess with your own tongue had you pressing your thighs together. The way she‘d always get a good grip on your hair as she settled her dick in your throat while she studied your pretty face trying to handle her length like a good girl.

You were interrupted in your daydreaming as you heard a quite „crack“ next to you. The cause? Arlecchino‘s hand is currently gripping onto the poor wineglass for dear life. Everything else about her seemed normal, even calculated if it weren’t for your wife‘s knuckles turning grey as we speak.

You bathed in her misery, pressing your hand down against her boner, nicely squeezing her until you felt her hand releasing the glass and gripping onto your hand that’s been slowly torturing her for past minutes now. Guiding it up and down the tight fabric, the feeling of the wedding ring on her finger almost hot against your own skin as she cursed something quietly underneath her breath in fontainian, something you couldn’t quite catch.

The feeling of your soaked panties didn’t make this situation any less difficult for you to keep up a normal front. Will this man ever stop talking? It’s not like anyone is listening anyways.

You almost winced as you felt her sharp nails suddenly digging into the skin on your hand and there you felt the soft twitching of her dick underneath the layer of clothes as her thighs tensed up.

She just climaxed. Inside her boxers.

You slowly inhaled, licking your lips as you carefully retreated your hand from between her legs, throwing a side glance over to Arlecchino only to be met with an almost deadly side-eye which made the butterflies in your stomach only light up even more. Her breathing was controlled. Too controlled in fact. Her nails now tapping over the fine wood of the table. Most likely debating whatever she would do with you tonight. That is until you heard the scrapping of wood against the tiles of the polished marble floor as she stood up from her seat, almost immediately throwing her big fluffy coat back over her shoulders to conceal whatever just went on between her thighs.

„Ladies, gentlemen. My wife and I sadly have some urgent business matters we still to have to take care of. I‘m deeply troubled to announce our immediate departure from this meeting.“, there was almost something like jealousy in everyone’s eyes as Pierro dismissed the both of you with a simply wave of his hand, probably because you managed to escape from Pantalone’s never ending scheming.

You were on your feet in no time as you swiftly followed her to the door, her hand grabbing yours while she dragged you outside as a sentence in fontainian left her lips, so quietly you almost thought you were imagining things now.

„Wait until we get home.“

[slight-gaming-addict]

Hello!! May i request for the headcannons twisted wonderland characters?

Where reader is very affecionate person and kinda clumsy whenever they are dating with them (nrc characters), YET they are very smart that every class lesson, they will write the note until it's full, since reader when they are at their world back then was always get the 2nd or 1st rank academic especially that relate to sciences.

(The characters in twisted wonderland is up to you, can be only housewarden, or vice housewarden or the first years)

Sorry if my grammar is bad, love your writting and hope you have a great day! ^^

sweetest devotion

masterlist | ko-fi

characters with a smart & affectionate reader

characters: leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit

warnings: fluff, i accidentally made vil's slightly suggestive, not proofread

𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓

he isn't really aware of how smart you are, mostly because he never shows up to class to begin with

gets annoyed when you initiate a cuddle session, only to pull back a couple hours later when you insist on having to go to class

he'll grip onto you so tight that you struggle to push out of his grasp, practically falling off the bed in your attempts to free yourself

you just smile at him when he looks at you with that grumpy look on his face, but will always say no when you ask him if he's going to class that day

you come to terms with him never wanting to go to class early on, just settling on giving him the notes after it's done

it doesn't really click in his brain whenever you give him the notes that you actually enjoy the class and do well in it, just grumbly skims through whatever stuff he already knows and doesn't care about

it's when ruggie threatens him for the nth time that week about going to at least one class that he gets annoyed at him and eventually just agrees

but that doesn't mean he's going to be diligent about getting to said class

he gets to the class twenty minutes in, ignoring the rest of the students and just slumping in vacant chair next to you

you smile when you see him in class for once, even if he is just slouching in the chair staring off into space

you instinctively grab his hand under the desk as the lesson continues

the warmth of your hand is the only thing really keeping him there

is genuinely surprised when he hears how much you actually know about the information in the class

watches in awe as you jot down almost everything the professor is saying without a pause

he's learning something new about you every day

𝑨𝒛𝒖𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐

gets so flustered every time you compliment him or hold his hand

tries to play it off but he's really bad at it

he's immediately captivated by you when he finds out how smart you are in the classroom

you'll find him just staring at you when you lift your head up from your paper

he'll turn away from you in embarrassment when he's caught

but he'll just go back to admiring you a couple minutes later

practically swoons if you offer to help him with any business related things

he'll be so excited to tell you everything about it, and let you help him out with things

it's all slightly new to you, so you'll feel bad if you make any mistakes

azul ensures you that mistakes are a given in the line of work and that it's a good learning opportunity

he prefers to work with you than the unpredictability he gets with floyd anyway

it helps when he's constantly getting complimented by you from the work that he does

he's ready to just permanently keep you apart of the team

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒕

he isn't one for much pda, he has a reputation to uphold after all

knows how affectionate you are and won't outright reject you, but the most he'll do in public is hold your hand

however, the first time he found out about how well you were in potions, he was taken off guard

he knew you were smart, but didn't know how much you actually knew

had to do a double take when he heard you answer the question in class effortlessly, hardly even glancing at your notes

had to stop himself from pulling you to him and putting his mouth on yours right then and there

instead, he scoots his chair closer to yours and grabs your hand under the desk

you're taken off guard by the motion, but you don't pull away

he stays close to you for the rest of the class, practically dragging you through the hallway after it ended

finally gets you alone and does what he's wanted to since the start of class

[bisexualiteaa]

Romance and Roleplay!

Knight!Chance x Princess!reader

MDNI!!

CW: fluff, smüt, slight spoilers!! Briefly proofread, established relationship (love route) cursing, reader is AFAB, one use of y/n, 0ral (fem receiving) fïngerïng, b0dy w0rship, r0lepläy, p0rn w/o plot, p0rn with a backstory? Unpr0tected seggs, P in V, Cream 🥧 , terms of endearment (Princess, baby, my love, darling) praise, smüt w/ fluffy ending, fluffy smüt, possible grammar and spelling errors

Summary: after realizing Chance, you both play your last session of the G&G campaign he’d built and that you’d spent months playing together. In celebration of its finale, and his realization, you decide to celebrate by bringing your characters to life.

AN: I’ve been obsessed with this game and the different characters since it came out, and there was no way my D&D loving ass would not fall head over heels for his character! I just had to write something for him. I wrote most of this while I was on a flight so if it’s a little scattered, I apologize, but I hope I’ve done him justice!

As always, my ask box is open! I would love to take asks especially for Date Everything content!! But as always, hope you enjoy! ☺️

“Oh dearest Princess, how fair you look on this beautiful evening” spoke Chance as he stood kneeling before you on one knee, a surprisingly convincing prop sword in hand with the tip of its blade pointed to the floor as he did. His head lay bowed before you, looking down at the floor beneath him in a bow of respect as you stood before him. You were donned in a beautiful dress that he’d bought for you, dreaming of the day that you could both breathe life into your G&G characters. Now that you had, he couldn’t help but want to have a little fun with it, wanting to show you just how beautifully he imagined their romance blossomed within his recently finished campaign. The dress you were wearing was made exactly to the specifications that you’d told him the day you’d introduced your character to the table. You had no idea he���d taken such detailed note of it all. Everything was hand sewn to your specific measurements, each piece of fabric brought together and masterfully tailored down to the very last minute detail reflected on the sketches you’d made of your character. Prosthetics were molded and seamlessly placed along the shell of your ears to form the long, recognizable point of elven ears that were now decorated with many beautiful earrings that shined in the dance of the candle light currently warming the room. The finishing touch was the flower crown placed atop your well done hair, a symbol of your royalty, your heritage and the long awaited coming of the springtime season. Something that he duly noted was important to your character and where she was from. “My love, how you flatter me so” you responded with warmed cheeks and a delighted smile as he looked up to you now, eyes bright as they gazed upon you like you were a goddess standing before him, and he an unworthy a sinner. “I speak only truth, my dear Princess. Though they never stray from you, I must say you are by far the fairest of any I may lay eyes upon” he said truthfully, making you smile at his lovely compliments. “My world ceases to exist when you are not around. When I am without you, it is as if I am without the very oxygen that fills my lungs” he continued, showing his complete and utter devotion to you. Your soft palm reached to lay against his cheek, keeping his gaze held to you as you blessed him with your radiant smile. Each time you did he swore, in and out of character, that his heart may burst from the pure swell of happiness it gave him to be graced with it. His character had just now finally returned home from a mission given to him by the king, your father. This scene took place before the start to his campaign technically, just a few short months prior but it was how your characters had come to know one another before joining up in the adventure. “Dearest love, how it pains me to be away from you. Even a moment without your company, without your love, is naught but pure torture” you added, watching as he stood now nearly towering before you, making your heart skip within your chest. The look he’d given you held such intensity, such love. It’s how you knew he meant every word that he’d said.

Only in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you’d found a romance like this, a love that transcends even that of the most famous storybooks. He was a fairytale come true,

A fantasy brought to life in more ways than one. Though his character may be a knight, he was nothing short of your perfect prince. In the months you’d come to know Chance as more than just your trusted D20, your bond and romance was something you’d never saw coming, but it had been the most wonderful experience. You had no idea your heart could be captured so fast by someone, and had it not been for the dateviators, you’d have never known it. Now you no longer even needed them, that’s what made this night in particular so special. It was a celebration of his realization. “Oh how I’ve missed you, Chance. How an ache has boiled within my very core in the wake of your absence. I spent every night on my knees praying for your safe return, dreaming of you as I lay my head to sleep, then every morning waking to the thoughts of you returning to my arms once more” you admitted as he smiled sweetly down at you, nothing but love resting in the beautiful brown eyes of the knight who stood there before you. “Tis where I belong. Regardless of whether the king will have it, my heart belongs to you and to you only. I only hope one day to take you away from this place, to build a life and a family of our own with you by my side through it all” he replied as he grabbed your hands in his, making your heart swell at his words. He had a way of making you feel as if you were the only woman in the whole world. “How greatly I look forward to such a life with you, my love. Until that day comes however, at least we may take comfort that here my father’s opinions matter not. In this room, within these walls, the world is ours for the taking. This is our sanctuary where I am yours as you are mine” you answered, your hand moving to cup his cheek once more as he moved closer to you. “How incredibly lucky I am to have your heart, my beloved Princess” he said, holding your hand in his as it rests against his cheek still. Your heart raced excitedly as you looked at him, feeling his touch against your skin now that he was realized felt so warm in comparison to before. Sure it was exciting then but this was a whole new feeling, a whole new level of excitement. There was a whole new world of things for you to explore together now, and he didn’t want to experience a moment of any of it without you.

Tension hung thick in the air around you, an almost buzzing electricity flowing through you both as you gazed upon one another. The pale glow of the moonlight seeping through the blinds mingling with the warmth of the lit candles came together in a perfectly romantic atmosphere. You couldn’t imagine a better moment than this to share with the man before you. “Forgive me my forwardness but…perhaps you could show me just how much you have missed me” you spoke plain, a small grin stretching to your lips that made him chuckle. He loved the rush of color it sent to your cheeks as your pupils dilated with excitement. “Is that so princess? Has my absence left you wanting that greatly?” He asked making you giggle softly at his teasing words. “Terribly so, my noble knight. I have craved you night after night, morning after morning since the very moment you’d left my side” you answered with a soft grin resting upon your lips, feeling his hand descending upon your hip, gently inching you closer with his tight but tender grip. It sent a patter to your heart and a spark down your spine to feel his breath against your sensitive, heated skin. The very air around you began to warm, making your dress suddenly feel uncomfortably tight. You looked to his hand before looking back up at him, your lips parted slightly as you returned his lustful gaze. “My apologies Princess…allow me to correct my grievances” he replied with a suave smile, leaning down to capture your lips in the sweet but passionate kiss you’d been waiting all night for. You looped your arms around his neck as he did, his free hand now cradling your cheek just as you’d done to him. It was electrifying feeling his soft lips against yours, how they fit so perfectly against your own. You couldn’t help the soft, breathy moan that escaped you into it, your bodies pressed so closely together. It was intimate in a way that put even your steamiest, smutty fanfics to shame.

You almost didn’t want to stop. From the feel of his lips moving against yours, to the way his hands tenderly traced along your curves sending gooseflesh to prickle along your sensitive skin. You were certain you were in heaven. He’d felt real before but this? This was entirely different. It was electrifying. You felt his tongue trace along your bottom lip, begging you to allow him to deepen the kiss. You playfully denied him this, making him nibble at your lip before bringing it gently between his teeth, tugging it back with him a short distance before letting go. The look you gave him as he did sent a jolt straight to his aching cock. He could only chuckle as you quickly closed the distance, kissing him with a far different sort of passion behind it. This kiss was more needy, carnal even. A tangle of tongues, a slight clashing of teeth. You’d grown desperate for his any and every touch. Only when the burning ache of oxygen deprivation began to set in your lungs had you both finally pulled away. Both your faces flushed and lips spit slickened as you panted, looking upon one another with nothing short of carnal desire. The hot air around you now unbearable as the tension only grew between you, longing to be absolved. “Chance…” you pleaded breathlessly. “Tell me what it is you desire, Princess. Anything, and it is yours” he replied, waiting for your pleas for him to continue, waiting for you to tell him the words he longed to hear. “You. I need you. Please…Make me yours” you begged making a low, rumbling groan sound from deep within his chest in response. “How I’ve longed to hear those words fall from your sweet lips, my love” he answered, making you smile so happily up at him. “Then let us lose ourselves in each other. Rid me of these cloth constraints and let us become one” you replied watching him bring your hand up, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “I’d love nothing more” he said, making your face flush once again as he kissed you.

You laid your hair to the side, moving it out of his way so that he could undo the many intricate ties of your corset. Your heart raced with each undoing of the lace, pounding deep within your chest as the moments passed, filling you with excitement of what was to come. Once you were finally freed of its constricting ties, both of you watched as it slipped from your frame and fell to the floor at your feet. His large hands rested against your waist where it once sat, enjoying the feel of your warm skin that now hid beneath one less layer. You hummed happily as he placed light, worshipping kisses along your shoulders and neck, holding you from behind as he worked the shoulders of your dress down and off your frame. As he did, you both watched from the mirror as more and more of your skin was being slowly exposed. The look on his face when your breasts had been uncovered made your thighs clench together, seeing him looking at you so wantonly made you truly feel so special. You giggled softly as he trailed the fabric down your waist, then down your hips, taking note of your lack of undergarments beneath. “Oh princess, how you tease” he spoke, making you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, feeling his hardened member throb against your rear. You had reached for your crown to take it off, but his hands stopped you. “No, leave it. I quite like this look” he said, making you smile as you let your hands fall to your sides, leaving the crown resting on top of your head.

His eyes traveled up and down your now completely bare figure, eyes alight with a loving smile that put your every anxious thought to rest. “You are so beautiful, my love. Why you must make every goddess above absolutely green with envy” he complimented, making you chuckle softly and bashfully as he basked in your glory. “Well don’t leave me the only one here who is bare darling, I wish to see you too” you said in a bemused tone, making him chuckle as he soon began to work himself out of his clothes. He wasn’t as slow with it as he was with you, but you enjoyed the process nonetheless. You smiled with a half bitten lip as you laid on your bed, waiting and watching as he undressed himself with half lidded eyes. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs and that electric feeling beginning to grow in the pit of your stomach. First he rid himself of his outer most armor, then came his chemise leaving his torso now completely bare to you. You gasped softly as your hand trailed downward, journeying between your legs at the sight of him. He wasn’t all hardened muscle, still harboring a slight softness to his middle but with a noticeable outline of the muscles that lay beneath. His arms however were definitely toned, the arms that you fantasized could effortlessly carry you to and from places every now and again, or that could hold you up as he would take you against any surface in your home. His chest was built and broad, how you longed to drag your hands along it leaving red, puffy streaks in their wake from your nails. You could see the faintest peak of a happy trail leading down below the low sitting waistband of his pants, and a rather noticeable imprint of his excitement beneath the tight fitting fabric. He stood with rosy cheeks watching as you touched and teased yourself to the mere sight of him, listening to the blissful moans falling from your lips as his hand moved to rub the growing tent in his pants. “Princess…” he said in naught but a whisper, watching as your fingers danced along your aching clit in a most pleasurable rhythm, spreading your legs open for him to see exactly what you were doing. “You see what you do to me, my love? Do you see the way my body lights on fire the moment your gaze falls on me? And to see you here like this, all for me…” you let out, watching him as he worked off his belt before removing his pants and then his leathers in one fell swoop. You moaned with delight as his cock had been freed from its confines, tapping against his lower belly before standing proudly all for you. All *because* of you. It took everything in you not to drool at the sight. “You do the very same to me” he replied, making you hum delightedly in response as he worked his hand up and down his shaft a few times. “Then come here, take what is yours” you replied in a sultry tone, and he most certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

Your sweet giggles and soft gasps could be heard as he joined you on the bed, climbing over top of you with an excited smile. Your arms looped around his neck as he leaned down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. Though shorter than the last few you’d shared, it held no less desire behind it. His lips traveled from yours to your jaw, littering your neck, shoulder and chest with his soft kisses. You moaned delightedly as he brought his lips to one of your pebbled nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling the other in delicious tandem to allot them both equal treatment and care. Your back arched slightly from the plush duvet, pressing yourself against him and leaning into his touch as he littered your skin with his delicate kisses. Moving further down from your breasts, he trailed his tongue along your stomach, making you whimper with need as he kissed your hips. He looked up at you with a grin and a soft chuckle as he situated himself between your supple thighs, his hands on either side of them while his fingers soothingly rubbed up and down the outsides of them. “So needy for me” he teased, kissing and gently nipping along the innermost parts of your thighs, earning more of those cute whimpers and melodic moans he loved so much. “Chance…” you breathed, fisting the covers beneath you with whitened knuckles from your growing anticipation and excitement. How he loved to tease you. “What is it, my love?” He asked, trailing his hot kisses from one side to the next, purposefully skipping over where you needed him the most, only affording you a passing breath to your throbbing clit. “Please…need you” you whined, fearing you may combust if he didn’t give you what you needed. “Need what darling?” He asked, his lips so close to your soaked heat as he grinned up at you knowing exactly what it is you craved, but he wanted to have a little fun. “This?” He asked coyly before finally bringing his lips to your clit, kissing it with the same passion he’d held earlier. You moaned in both surprise and delighted relief as he did, your hips jerking up slightly with the sudden stimulation. Your eyes fluttered shut, back arching slightly from the mattress once again as your hands tangled in his hair. “Yes! Oh fuck…” you moaned blissfully, your whole body lighting ablaze from pleasure. Your chest heaved with each labored breath, your jaw slack as your voice rang out, caring not for who could hear as his tongue massaged your clit with near perfect precision. “Gods above…oh!” You let out, hearing him moan into you as he lost himself in your taste, his hands kneading your plush thighs. He couldn’t help but steal glances towards you, looking up to the faces of pleasure you’d make, to the way your breasts moved with each breath you took. You looked stunning before but like this? This far exceeded that of even his filthiest fantasies and hottest dreams. He could hardly even believe he was really here, doing this with you. Something he once could have only ever dreamed of was now a beautiful reality.

Your every moan made his cock throb angrily with need, feeling your pulsing bud against his tongue as he worked two fingers inside of you slowly, doing his best to be gentle. “Oh fuck, Chance…” you moaned as his fingers finally sheathed inside of you, curling to rub against your walls in search for that sweet spot deep within. It took him a few minutes to find it, but once he did there was no mistaking it. Your cry of pleasure as he circled your clit with his tongue, paired with the rhythmic strokes of his fingers left you keening. “Right there…just like that, yeesss” you pleaded, making him grin with accomplishment and pride as your voice began to ascend in pitch, telling him he was bringing you closer to your peak. “Feels so good, Chance. Please, don’t stop!” You added, and how could he ever even think of such a torturous thing? Doing exactly as you’d directed him, he kept his pace, and despite the tiring ache beginning to set in his tongue, he continued. It wasn’t long before you were finally falling over the edge. You’d gasped, your back arching much more harshly as your thighs squeezed his head. In a flash your body was both tense and weightless, a surge of electricity flowing down your spine sending gooseflesh to your skin once more. A loud cry of his name left you in both pleasure and warning as your climax washed over you with the strength of a tidal wave. You panted heavily as he worked you through your orgasm, helping you down gently from cloud nine before overstimulation slowly set in. You twitched harshly before realizing you’d still had him in such a tight grip, allowing him the ability to move and breathe. Your whole body was on fire from the pleasure that ebbed through you, looking at him with a weak smile as he climbed back up over top of you. “I could spend forever doing that” he said making you laugh as you looked up at him, hands resting on his chest. “That does sound rather enticing” you replied teasingly, making him laugh as he kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue but you paid it no mind. “But I need you, need to feel you” you added. “I think that can be arranged” he replied, earning a giggle from you in return.

The faint sounds of the bed rocking and creaking against its frame could be heard through the room alongside your shared moans in a sinful cacophony. You knew you’d have to answer to Betty after it was all said and done, and likely everyone else who resided in your bedroom, possibly even the whole upstairs at this rate, for the noise alone if they weren’t already enjoying the display. However that could wait for another day, right now all you wanted was to get lost in the man who was above you granting you the most earth shattering pleasure you’d ever experienced. “Chance!” You moaned as your nails dug into the muscles of his back, creating even more puffy red tracks along his skin. He moaned at the feeling of your warm walls wrapped tightly around his cock, paired with the bite of your nails against his back. It felt as if neither of you could get enough of each other. “Y/N…” he let out in a near broken whimper, making you moan. His hand moved to join with yours, your fingers intertwined as he thrust into you. A rosy flush coated his cheeks as he looked upon you, your hair splayed beneath you against the pillows, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your face contorted with pleasure was one he’d soon never forget. The way your eyes would roll back or flutter shut when he’d hit that spot you liked, the way your brows furrowed and your jaw would fall slack with each cry of pleasure. What he loved most was that look in your eyes when they would lock with his, the way your pupils had blown so wide yet despite the lust, they still held that same loving care in them you’d shown him since you two met. His free hand grabbed one of your thighs, hiking your leg up so that he could reach deeper within you, making you only cry out even more. He wanted there to be no distance between you, no space for anything other than your bodies and the love you two share to exist. To lose yourself in the throes of pleasure only he could bring you. “Doing so good for me love” he said, making you whimper at his praise. “Feel so good, Chance” you praised in return, earning a blush from him and a moan as he rutted into you a little faster. “All for you, baby. All for you” he replied before leaning down and capturing your lips in another kiss, delighting in your moans into it as your free hand traveled from his hair, to his chest, and moved all about his body.

He could feel your walls tightening around him, paired with the raised pitch of your moans told him that you were once again nearing your peak. “So close…” you let out, still rather sensitive from cumming just a little bit ago. “Let go for me baby, I’ve got you” he replied, his hand leaving your thigh to work his fingers against your clit. You threw your head back against the pillows as he did, expletives and moans leaving you with each breath. “Oh gods, Chance!” You let out, panting harshly as your hips bucked up into his touch, chasing every bit of stimulation and friction you were given. “Cum for me princess, cum for me” he pleaded, his eyes flitting between your face and where you two where connected, listening to the sounds of your soaked cunt sucking him in with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Chance!!” You cried out in warning before your body arched once more from the bed, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him for dear life, wrapping your legs around him sending him deeper inside of you. “Fuck..” he let out, watching your orgasm rip through you and feeling your walls clench around him, bringing him to his own release. “Baby…” he whimpered, brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape as he thrust deeply into you, moaning as his cock throbbed with each rope of cum that spilled from him. As he finally stilled deep within you, fighting to catch his breath just the same as you were, you felt so full, so loved, so fulfilled. It was a wonderful feeling, one you didn’t want to let go of just yet. You looked up at him, your hair frazzled, your face hot but with a smile resting on your lips. He couldn’t help but kiss you in that moment, wishing to savor every bit of this that he could.

“I love you. I love you so much” he admitted into your shared kiss, making your heart nearly skip a beat at the words. “In character?” You asked between your gasps for air once he’d pulled away, making him chuckle. “And out” he clarified, making you smile brightly up at him and oh how it made him melt. “Good. Because I love you too” you replied as he kissed you again. “Holy crit that was awesome!” he said excitedly, making you giggle as he finally dropped character. “If that’s how we end every G&G session now, I don’t think I’ll ever want to play anything else” you replied, making him laugh. “I had a few ideas…maybe next time we let the dice decide how it all goes. Roll for whose top, how kinky it gets…” he said, making you hum with intrigue at his idea as you pulled him down towards you and into a kiss. “I think that can be arranged” you replied in a sultry tone between kisses, leaving his mind to run rampant with all the different ideas he could come up with for your next session.

[fangirlmermaid]

Can i please resquest Matt Rempe with secret dating/forbidden romance reader is a Jersey Devil and is dating Matt Rempe In secret because of their teams rivalry (team noticed something was up when you came into practice with a hickey on your neck)

and if you want can it be hughes sister reader? if you dont do that then its fine and dw about it!! thank you so much🫶🏻

Matt Rempe x Hughes!reader (female)

Summary: Being a New Jersey Devil and secretly dating Matt Rempe. One day your teammates see a hickey and get suspicious. How will your brothers react to your forbidden romance

Warning: Sexual themes, violence, angst

Notes: Quickly proofread, grammar and spelling mistakes. I tried

(Thank you for liking my NHL x Reader request)

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You are such an idiot. There are literally so many other guys out there but no you had to fall for Matt Rempe from the New York Rangers.

It would be different if you were an anonymous person. But you’re not.

You are the only girl in the NHL playing for the Jersey Devils, and if that were just the case you wouldn’t be extra sneaky about your relationship. You are also a Hughes.

You knew it was a stupid risk, with your team's rivalry and your brother's hatred for Matt specifically. But getting to know Matt off the ice, he was worth the risk.

You ran towards the arena cursing under your breath that you were late. Matt was sleeping over and wouldn’t let you get out of bed no matter how many times you pleaded. Matt sucking on your neck is when you were about to give in but then your brother Luke called you wondering where you were.

You quickly changed and went towards the rink just in time for warm-ups, and your brothers walked up to you. “(Y/N) What took you so long?” Jack wondered. You kept your eyes on your helmet knowing one look from them and you would spill your guts. “Car troubles,” you mumbled, pulling your hair tie off your wrist.

The guilt was eating you alive. You hated lying to your teammates and your family especially, but you knew how they would react. You closed your eyes as you raked your fingers through your hair before pulling it into a low ponytail. When you open your eyes, you notice the team is staring at you.

You think it’s because you are gorgeous (because you are) “Right car troubles” Jack chuckled. You knit your eyebrows together as some teammates chuckle while others make kissing noises. Luke pointed to his neck. “You have a hickey,” he explained, making your heart sink to the floor. Oh shit, of fucking course I have one. You nervously glanced around at your teammates “Huh” was all you were able to say, you might as well come in wearing Matt’s Jersey if you were going to be so careless. Your brothers looked at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces “I’m not having this conversation” You said pushing passed your brothers and hitting the ice. “We’re not letting this go,” Jack told Luke. “Definitely not,” Luke agreed. They sealed their promise with a fist bump before putting on their helmets and hitting the ice.

You were sitting in the front row of the arena chugging down water. You opened the camera app on your phone to see the damage to your neck, and now you are wondering how the hell you didn’t notice the huge hickey before you left your apartment.

You took a picture of it.

Future Mrs.Rempe

Are you out of your mind?!

                                                                                  LoveBug

                                                Going to need a little more context, baby ;)

You sent the picture of it to Matt

Future Mrs.Rempe

Matt everyone knows about it, and I don’t know what to tell them!

                                                                                  LoveBug

                                                                          How about the truth?

Future Mrs.Rempe

Baby, they won’t understand. Especially Jack! Who knows how they’ll react

                                                                                  LoveBug 

                                                          I will happily fight for your hand, Baby

 You playfully roll your eyes.

                                                                                LoveBug

                                                       I’ll be more careful next time, promise!

Future Mrs.Rempe

If it happens again, I’m going to make you regret it

                                                                           LoveBug

                                                           I love it when you talk dirty to me ;)

“(Y/N)” Nico called as he and your brothers skated towards you. In a panic, you shut off your phone “Heeey” You smiled, and all three of them leaned over the rink wall with goofy smiles.

“Oh no, they got you in on it” You whined throwing your head back, “so, who are you texting?” Luke wondered playfully poking your skates with his stick, you felt your cheeks heating “None of your business” you groaned hiding your face behind your hands. You just wanted the practice to be over, you were tired of playing 20 questions with everyone. Is this the only exciting thing happening in their lives? “We at least need to know if you’re being safe. I don’t think any of us want to be an uncle just yet” Jack joked, “Oh my god” you gasped standing up “They’re just trying to look out for you” Nico cut in, you smiled at them “I appreciate it but it’s not necessary” You explained looking at them. “But who is it?” Nico smiled you rolled your eyes. “Bye,” you smiled, grabbing your phone and water bottle so you could move.

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“They wouldn’t leave it alone,” You told Matt who sat on your bed against your headboard “They’re just mad that you’re taken” Matt assured, you came out of your private bathroom wearing one of Matt’s shirts “Well I wish they would do it from afar” You sighed before collapsing into bed.

You face-planted into your pillow. Matt rolled over towards you rubbing your back “It’ll all be old news soon, okay” Matt reassured you moving your wet hair so he could see your beautiful face. You lifted your head to look at him.

“Really?”

Matt nodded before kissing your forehead. That seemed to snap you out of your gloomy mood, “This is your fault, by the way,” you explained sitting up Matt knit his eyebrows together “How is this my fault?” he laughed trying how wrap his brain around your statement. You straddled him “Well I’m pretty sure I didn’t give myself this hickey” You smirked playing with the ends of his hair, “Oh how will I ever make it up to you?” His tone dripping with sarcasm as his hands land on your ass. You sat there and looked up at the ceiling as you pondered how he could ever make it up to you.

You looked at your boyfriend with lust “I have some idea” You smirked Matt squeezed your butt “Oh yeah?” he smiled you nodded as you started grinding against his cock. You kissed Matt, it started slow but grew more heated. Matt's tongue grazed at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth and your tongues danced together.

Knock Knock

You pulled away groaning “Who the fuck is that?” You wondered looking at Matt, “I knew you were going to come home in a bad mood so I ordered takeout from (Favorite/restaurant) while you were driving home” Matt explained pushing your hair behind your ear. Your heart swelled with love, your hands cupped his Jaw “You’re so sweet” you whispered your thumb stroking his cheek “Anything for my girl” he smiled you pulled him into a lingering kiss.  

Knock Knock

You pulled away and hopped off of him. Matt stood up and walked towards the door. You hated to see him leave, but you loved watching him walk away.

You heard someone yelling “What the fuck”, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. You placed your phone down and opened your bedroom door, not being prepared for what’s going on in the living room.

You froze in place the moment you entered the living room. Your brothers were in your apartment glaring at your boyfriend, Jack was the first to notice you. “Heeey buddy” You gave an awkward smile while slowly dying inside. Jack’s eyes were full of rage “What the fuck is he doing here, (Y/N)?!” Jack scoffed, and your eyes darted from your brothers to Matt “Umm…” You trailed off trying to figure out how to defuse this situation.  

Matt gave you a small nod and a warm smile, letting you know he was here for you no matter the outcome. It gave you the confidence to find your voice “He’s my boyfriend” you reveal looking at your brothers who looked like they were just slapped across the face. Luke was the first to speak “Him?” you nodded your head, “Does Quinn know?!” Jack wondered you shook your head, no one knew. Luke pointed at Matt“He’s a ranger! We hate the Rangers!” Luke added, You were about to explain but Jack blew his fuse “Are you fucking kidding me?! This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done!  You’re so fucking pathetic!” Jack yelled, making you flinch.

Matt’s heart broke when he saw you on the verge of tears, “He’s just using you! You’re fucking stupid if you can’t see it?!” Luke yelled steam coming out of his ears. Matt couldn’t sit here and let them talk badly about the love of his life, so he stood in front of you shielding you from them “I think it’s time for the two of you to leave” Matt said in an emotionless tone, if it was anyone else Matt would’ve beaten the shit out of them but they were your brothers and your family meant everything to you.

Your brothers glare at Matt before storming out and slamming the door so hard your apartment shook. 

It was like your heart was ripped out of your chest, your whole body was trembling. You lost feeling in your legs “Hey” Matt whispered, catching you before you collapsed. You buried your face into Matt’s chest “I-I’m sorry” you hiccuped, Matt wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted you “You have nothing to apologize for. They shouldn’t have spoken to you like that” Matt whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. You wrap your legs around his waist “I love you so much, (Y/N). Nothing will change that. They’ll come around” Matt states holding you up by your thighs. You pulled away from Matt’s neck and looked at him “Really?” your voice rasped, Matt nodded while his heart broke at the sight of your puffy eyes. He kissed every inch of your face.

Once the food arrived, Matt brought the food and you to your bedroom (yes you were still wrapped around him, the Doordasher was looking at the two of you like you were weirdos) Matt glared at him.

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The secret was out, you called your parents and told them. They were a little unsure because of Matt's reputation on the ice but you told stories about how he’s so sweet to you that won them over. You didn’t tell them about how you were fighting with Jack and Luke. 

Then you told Quinn, pretty much a repeat with your parents, he was a little hurt that you kept it from him but happy that you found someone. You did tell him about the fight, and he offered to help. Deep down you knew that you were his favorite sibling as he was yours. You told him no, it was your problem and you needed to deal with it. 

Word spread around fast at practice that you were dating the enemy, the guys joked that you were a traitor. You were happy that you worried over nothing. It would be better if your brothers would come around, they wouldn’t speak or look at you. 

It was annoying when you guys were on the same team for practice. They wouldn’t give you the puck if you had a clean shot and stole the puck during a pass. The final straw is when Jack knocks you down so he can shoot the puck into the net. 

You stood up, your eyes threw daggers at Jack “Are you fucking kidding me?!” You shouted, Jack glared at you “You were in my way” Jack grumbled, Luke skated over “You were in his way” Luke agreed with anger in his eyes, you rolled your eyes “I’m sick of you two acting like little bitches just because of who I’m dating. Fucking get over yourselves” You grumbled, “You’re fucking annoying” Jack muttered, raged erupted making you shove Jack which caused him to shove you.

Coach blew his whistle and yelled at you three to knock it off “You guys fucking suck. The team's stupid rivalry shouldn’t be more important than your sister's happiness” you told with a hint of sadness in your voice before skating away to Nico (who made sure you were okay).

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Knock Knock

Matt opened the door and released a frustrated sigh as his eyes landed on your brothers. “What do you want?” Matt muttered through his gritted teeth his eyes growing cold, you told him about practice and how they were acting like total asses Matt was furious. Luke cleared his throat “Is (Y/N) here?” Luke wondered. You were taking a bath trying to relax, “That depends, are you two assholes going to yell at her again?” Matt spat with venom, Jack rolled his eyes “Is she here or not?!” Jack grumbled growing impatient, Matt had the urge to take a swing at them for hurting you “Not here” Matt answered.

The door was almost closed when entered the living room “Who’s at the door, Matty?” you asked putting your hair in a claw clip “No one baby, just trash” Matt promised. Luke and Jack pushed their way into the living room “What?” you huffed crossing your arms over your chest, Matt stood next to you ready to be your backup. Luke rubbed the back of his neck “(Y/N), we’re sorry. We shouldn’t have reacted the way we did” Luke apologized, You kept glaring at them “(Y/N), you’re obviously more important to us than the Devils Rangers rivalry” Jack added, your stone-cold facial expression started to soften “We were shocked, we should’ve been more understanding” Luke admitted, no shit you thought. Jack nodded “You’re our sister, if he makes you happy then that’s all that matters” Luke smiled.

You laid your hands on your brother’s shoulders, “I love you guys too…but don’t do that shit again or I swear to god I will make you regret fucking with me” You admitted, Luke and Jack nodded. You pulled them into a hug “We love you too” your brothers smile.

Matt smiled at the scene. Luke and Jack glared at your boyfriend mouthing if you hurt her we will kill you. So will Quinn Luke dragged his finger across his throat and Jack held his finger gun to his head. Matt would never in a million years but he nodded anyway.

[glamourscat]

¿Besos? | Meguru Bachira x fem!manager reader

synopsis: the manager of the FC Barcha team, helps Bachira practice his Spanish. And maybe it turns into something more

cw: explicit towards the end, Bachira's bad spanish lmao

“¿H—hola, cómo estás tú? Mi amigo mejor, pero no habla mucho bien.”

Your head turns back, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the words you just heard. What the hell? As you enter the lounge room of the FC Barcha team you are met with the sight of Bachira, his head down and the back of his hair up thanks to a small hair clip in the shape of a bee. His tongue pokes out from his lips in concentration as he marks and scribbles on his notebook.

“Bachira?” you call gently as you approach him.

The boy’s head whips around to meet your eyes, his face lighting up immediately as he sees you.

“Y/N-chan!” he exclaims, his tone overly excited as always. Before you know it, he has pounced on you for a bear hug, his legs almost wrapping around you—almost, if it weren’t for the fact that the unexpected hug almost made you fall backward—almost though.

“¡Ay, Dios mío!, Bachira?!” you say with a small gasped chuckle as he had almost knocked the breath out of you.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, giggling quietly, his head on your shoulder tilted to stare at you with those bright yellow eyes of his. His cheeks are slightly red as he squeezes you a bit in the hug.

“Are you practicing your Spanish? I can help if you want,” you murmur, gently caressing his hair, making him almost purr at your touch.

“Sí, por favor,” he murmurs, giving you his deadly puppy eyes.

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Well, that was a mistake. It’s been three hours and you two have moved from the lounge room to your dorm room. Bless his heart, but Bachira has the memory of a goldfish. Just when you think he understands a concept, he shows you that he, in fact, does not. It’s been hours of trying to teach him basic Spanish grammar, and he’s been moving, fidgeting and whining like crazy. It’s like talking to a toddler.

“If you don’t want to learn, we can stop, especially if you’re tired—”

“Noo… I want to,” he pouts, kicking his feet in the air in annoyance as he lays on your bed with you.

“You’re doing everything but that, Bachira. It’s not working. It’s okay to take a break—” you start, but he interrupts you again.

“No,” he whines, hiding his face in your legs.

“Meguru…” you say, side eyeing him, his name coming out slightly harsher than intended.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispers, turning to face you but still resting his head on your lap.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes for a moment. “I’m not mad… I’m just tired. We’ve been doing this for hours.”

Bachira’s eyes soften as he looks up at you, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a rare moment of seriousness. “I’m sorry, Y/N-chan. I just… I want to get better at this but it’s so difficult” he sighs, pouting a bit in contemplation.

“But, I want to keep trying. Can we do that little game you suggested earlier? The one where I ask you questions in Japanese and you in Spanish back to me and whoever gets the answer wrong, needs to take something off? Pretty please” he says, smiling a bit.

“Really? Now you wanna do that?” Your voice amused as you nudge him.

His soft giggles filled the room as he kissed your thighs gently. “Pretty please?” He repeats, stretching the last syllables.

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You don’t know how you always end up in these situations. Bachira has a way of expressing himself through his actions that make you a bit weak in the knees. And each damned time you two go from doing something productive to this… Like now. Where you got your 5th question wrong. Not that he was doing much better, left in only boxers and one sock. But it was your turn now, and since you got a question wrong this round, your bra came off.

Not surprised though, when his hands immediately found your breasts. And your lips found his. Soon it wasn’t really about the questions anymore, as the focus shifted on the rather good makeout session you two were having.

“Wasn’t part of the plan..” you moaned between kisses

“Hmm, maybe. I am not opposed to it though” he moaned back as his hips grind against yours, making you feel his erection. “Mami, hazme sentir bien por favor.” he whispers, in the most filthy whiny tone he could master.

Your eyes go wide at the words he spoke in Spanish, mouth slightly agape, staring at him dumbfounded.

Maybe, after all, the afternoon had not been wasted as you initially thought.

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Mami, hazme sentir bien por favor= mummy, please make me feel good

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[choerypetal]

Home. / Steve Harrington

summary: Once you became Billy's partner, you always knew you'd face the grief of his passing. But with your curse tied to Vecna, enduring those dark times felt even heavier. Unexpectedly, Steve stepped in, becoming a source of solace and shelter for both you and your fractured heart.

ps; english isn't my first language so i truly apologize for some grammar errors or syntax in play. enjoy!

Seeing Billy’s lifeless body at Starcourt Mall was the cruel finale to it all.

An enemy, a friend, and finally a lover—your relationship with Billy had always puzzled those around you, Steve included. Maxine could hardly fathom how her brother and you had ended up together. It was like a cliché from a romance story, and Billy had no qualms about flaunting it, much to the disgust of those who couldn’t stomach your connection.

But amidst the chaos, something beautiful had blossomed. Until the moment of Billy’s last breath—leaving you adrift, unable to find solace or sanity in his absence.

You were certain Vecna wouldn’t come for you—or so you hoped after witnessing Billy’s transformation into something whole and purified. Yet, during those days, you and Billy had grown distant. His job at the Hawkins pool didn’t help; his good looks naturally drew attention, stirring a mix of unease and concern within you. Deep down, you worried about his health—and you had every reason to.

Today marked the first anniversary of his death. Maxine had invited you to visit his grave that morning. The dark circles under your eyes betrayed the restless night you’d had, while your messy hair and the way your fingers clung tightly to Billy’s jacket spoke volumes.

Steve and the others were invited to come along. Since the cemetery was hours away from Hawkins, walking wasn’t an option, and Steve had offered to drive everyone. It wasn’t just for Maxine, or even to pay respect to Billy, despite the fact that Steve had never forgiven him for being an unapologetic jerk. Steve did it, above all, for you.

Steve had seen the changes in you—how you had transformed after being cursed by Vecna. Your body was different, your voice carried a detached tone, and a numbness seemed to cling to you. Neither of you could figure out how to mend what was broken. In his concern, Steve even asked Robin to check in on you once, though you refused her presence. He wasn’t surprised but had hoped for some flicker of the person you used to be. Yet, those glimpses weren’t enough for him. He needed more—needed to hold you, to wrap you in his arms and assure you that you could trust him.

But trust was a fragile thing, especially when you were already struggling with feelings for someone new.

You appreciated Steve’s efforts. From the cookies he brought for Maxine and Susan, courtesy of his mother, to his insistence on staying overnight just to make sure you were okay. It was on one of those nights—one where sleep seemed like an impossible luxury—that his presence felt especially grounding.

The nightmares, however, refused to be silenced. “Y/N...” Billy’s voice echoed endlessly in your mind, haunting you. There were moments you convinced yourself he wasn’t truly gone, that he was somehow alive. And in your mind, he was—always there, just out of reach.

“Y/N…” His voice kept calling you. No, you weren’t going to fall for it. Not this time.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes snapped open, your back jolting upright from the sudden shock. As your breathing steadied, you realized it wasn’t him—it was your mother. She stood at the edge of your bed, her expression etched with concern. A sigh escaped your lips as you placed a hand over your chest, grounding yourself in the reality that it had all been just another nightmare.

“Yes, Mother? What’s the urgency?” you asked groggily, a yawn escaping as you rubbed at your tired eyes. “It’s only…” Your gaze flickered to the clock. “8:00 AM on a Saturday?”

Your mother chuckled softly at your confusion, a hint of amusement in her calm demeanor. Yet there was something more, something hopeful in her expression. “Silly, your father and I are going out for dinner tonight to celebrate our anniversary. You’ll be okay on your own, won’t you? I know things haven’t been the easiest…”

The mention of it—a veiled reference to everything you’d been through—stung, but you masked it with a small, practiced smile. “Of course, don’t worry. I’ll lock the doors and—”

But that wasn’t what she meant, and you both knew it. Her smile faded, replaced by a gentle seriousness. “You know what I mean, sweetie,” she said softly, sitting on the edge of your bed. You lowered your gaze to your hands, fingers nervously picking at each other. A silent sigh escaped your lips. You understood her concern—it was impossible to ignore.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” 

Clearly, you weren’t okay, but it was the only way you knew how to cope. As the hours passed, you found solace in the pages of a good book, letting the world around you blur into the background.

Then came a knock at the door.

You hesitated, debating whether you should even bother answering. Deep down, you hoped it was just the postman with a routine delivery. But the knock came again, a little more insistent this time. “Coming!” you called out, irritation slipping into your tone as you set the book aside on your mattress and got up. Descending the stairs, you heard another knock, louder and more impatient.

“Coming! Geez,” you muttered under your breath, annoyance growing as you reached for the doorknob. Whoever thought it was appropriate to knock this insistently at this hour had better have a damn good reason, you thought. When you finally swung the door open, Steve’s silhouette greeted you, framed by the golden rays of the early morning sun. He stood there, a tray of familiar cookies balanced in his arms, a sheepish grin tugging at his face.

“Took you long enough,” he teased lightly.

“You better have a good reason for dragging me out of bed at...” you trailed off, leaning back to glance at the clock hanging on the wall. “At 9:00 AM? Not that I don’t appreciate your—”

“Just wanted to bring these cookies,” Steve said, the lie hanging in the air. It wasn’t convincing—because, of course, Steve didn’t just show up with cookies for no reason. Especially not when you could have been peacefully reading your book. But he didn’t seem to care about the timing, and your unconvinced expression only deepened his hesitation.

“Fine,” he relented, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t come over just for the cookies. But…” His words trailed off as he struggled to find the right way to explain. Finally, he continued, “I overheard your mom talking to mine this morning while I was giving Dustin a ride to the arcade. I couldn’t—”

You sighed, cutting him off as realization dawned on you. Of course your mother had called Steve’s mother. Not only were they neighbors, living just a few blocks apart, but they’d also been close friends since high school. A good mother had every right to worry, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

Gently, you took the tray from Steve’s hands, the weight of it grounding you in the moment. Without saying a word, you stepped aside, silently inviting him in. “Fine… I guess your presence doesn’t hurt anybody,” you said, your tone resigned.

Steve exhaled in relief, doing his best to mask how thrilled he felt at your approval. He couldn’t deny how glad he was to see you—even with everything you’d been through, even with the weight you carried.

As he followed you to your room, his gaze flickered over the space. He noticed them immediately: the remnants of Billy still lingering, tucked into corners, sitting on shelves, woven into your world. A jacket draped over a chair. A photo resting on your nightstand.

It was something you’d once explained to him—it was your way of coping. Billy had been a part of your life for nearly a year, a year in which you’d shared so much with him. Secrets. Fears. Dreams. You had been the only person Billy had trusted enough to tell about his father, about the real reason they moved to Hawkins, about why he acted the way he did. You had been his calm amidst the chaos, his anchor in a storm.

But now, what is home when the one you love is… gone?

“Loving the new David Bowie poster,” Steve remarked, trying to lighten the mood. You appreciated the attempt, but instead of responding, you buried yourself back into your book. Noticing this, he leaned forward, reaching toward it as if to snatch it from your hands.

“No, no, no reading, miss,” he teased, pulling his hand back with a grin.

Your lips formed a pout as you furrowed your brows in mock irritation. “I said you could stay here, but that doesn’t mean you get to do anything either,” you shot back, earning a scoff from him.

Arms now crossed, he slumped onto the corner of your bed with a dramatic sigh. “Then what am I supposed to do?” You glanced around the room before your lips curled into a smug smirk. Without a word, you tossed a book in his direction, and it landed squarely on his chest with a dull thud. The impact made him flinch, his eyes closing briefly in exaggerated pain.

“Shit, Y/N. A book? Really?” he grumbled, glaring at you as you chuckled at his expense.

“Books are a great way to learn things,” you retorted with a playful shrug. “Maybe you could figure out how to leave people alone when they want some peace.”

Steve’s glare deepened, his brows knitting together in mock annoyance. “Haha, very funny,” he muttered, his fingers brushing reluctantly over the pages. It was exactly the type of book he’d normally ignore—or toss aside entirely. Why read so many words on a page when you could just watch something instead?

Still, as he sat there, he noticed how engrossed you were in your own book, completely tuned out of his presence. Sighing, he realized he had no choice but to play along. He wasn’t about to leave, not now, and certainly not when he’d already figured out your little game. You glanced up toward Steve, hoping he might finally give up and leave. But to your surprise, you had to blink a few times to confirm what you were seeing. Steve was actually reading? He was completely fixated on the plot, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, a gasp escaped his mouth, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Hearing you, Steve glanced over with one brow arched. “What? Now you don’t want me to read?” he asked, feigning an almost-offended look and exaggerating it for effect. “I dare you to even mention to the kids—or my mom—that you made me read.” Another chuckle slipped from your lips. “Oh, Steve. Your secret is safe with me,” you replied with a teasing grin.

By the time evening rolled around, the two of you were both drained, the unexpected task of reading proving more exhausting than either of you expected. Steve let out a soft yawn, stretching his arms after hours of sitting still. At some point, without realizing it, you found yourself nestled in his arms. A soft snore escaped from his lips as he shifted slightly in his sleep, his grip tightening around you. You stirred awake, only to realize where you were—and more importantly, how close you were. Steve’s head was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Your cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink as you became acutely aware of the situation. “St-Steve…” you whispered, attempting to wiggle free from his hold.

But Steve, even in his sleep, seemed to have other plans. His grip refused to loosen, and you let out a flustered sigh, realizing he might be more aware than he appeared.

“No…” he murmured softly, his voice low and insistent. “I need you… Y/N.”

His words made your heart skip a beat. It was then you began to piece it all together—the reason for Steve’s frequent visits, his unwavering presence. The realization hit you like a wave: Steve had feelings for you, and somewhere along the way, you had grown feelings for him too.

Though he had always respected your relationship with Billy, there was something undeniable about the connection you shared with Steve. It was a quiet truth you couldn’t ignore—your heart had spoken, and it told you what you’d been too afraid to admit. That feeling of home you thought you’d lost? It was right here.

“Stay with me…” Steve mumbled in his half-asleep state, his words slurring slightly as he pressed a gentle, sleepy kiss to your neck.

Your lips curved into a soft smile as you whispered, “I will…”

“Forever.”

[elizabeth-of-avonlea]

warm tea

Pairing: Gilbert Blythe × fem!reader

Warning: sfw

Summery: You started to visit the Blythe household after Mary gave birth to Delphine. You don't see Gilbert during those visits because he's at Dr. Wards. But today, he came back early.

English isn't my first language, so don't be too harsh if you see grammar mistakes

Mary was asleep after finally managing to put Delphine to sleep. She was exhausted as you came, as usual after school, to the Blythe household, so you forced her to take a break while you made lunch for her, Delphine and Bash. He was outside, working on something.

You never minded helping. In fact, you loved it. It was nice to be helpful, especially to such a wonderful family as the Lacroix family. The soup would be done soon, and you'd wake Mary and call Bash in. After they ate, you would go home, do some house chores and homework, and then go to bed.

It wasn't like you visited every day. Maybe twice a week, maybe thrice. Depended on how much you had to do at home or how tired you were. Today was a wonderful day, though. You weren't tired at all after school, probably because nothing dramatic happened. No drama. And god knows how drama drains you.

You were too deep in your thoughts to notice the door opening. You were thinking of Anne and Diana. Of how tomorrow you would go into the forest and play another game that Anne would think of. Of how you couldn't wait to go home and lay in your armchair and do something silly and unimportant.

"Y/N"

You yelped, jumped back, and let them spoon fall as Gilbert stood not far away, equally surprised as you practically acramed. He was—even though it sounded ridiculous, considering that this is his house—the last person you expected to see. You quickly covered your mouth with your hands, recalling that Delphine was asleep. And then, to your horror, you heard her cry. Muttering something under your breath, you hurried to her before Mary would awake.

While holding Delphine in your arms and trying to calm her down, you thought of how foolish you looked a minute ago. Of course, Gilbert would be here. Why were you so shocked anyway? Well, maybe because he was never at home when you were visiting. He was at Dr. Wards, and he returned when you were usually gone. Usually. You forgot that he could even be at home when you were present.

Thankfully, Delphine fell asleep quite quickly, without waking Mary. You made your way back into the kitchen, where Gilbert was picking up the spoon and wiping away the soup that was on the spoon, which was now on the floor.

"No, no, let me do it" You hurried towards him.

"There’s no need in that. You let the spoon fall because of me. " He smiled. You couldn't argue with that. Whether that was his statement or his smile, you didn't know.

With a sigh, you checked on the soup. It would be done in 30 minutes or so. What would you do in the meantime? You never talked to Gilbert, not really. In class, maybe, when Anne was as always bickering with him. But otherwise? No. Gilbert was taking off his coat while your eyes saw a cup. Right! You could make him a cup or tea!

"Should I make you some tea?" You asked.

"That would lovely, thank you"

Making tea was easy, and the best part of it was that you could talk to him (asking how he wanted his tea) without bothering to think of a topic to talk about first. He sat at the table after he checked on Mary and Delphine. He was kind, and you liked that about him. You never understood why Anne seemed to dislike him so much. He was the only guy in your class who didn't give you a headache.

As you placed down the cup in front of him, you noticed that you had made a cup of tea for yourself as well. It was a habit, but you forgot to think if Gilbert even wanted to drink tea with you. And sitting down also ment talking about something. You didn't have that something to talk about. But thankfully, Gilbert spoke first.

"Have you studied for the test?" He asked while you seated on the opposite side of the table. You haven't in fact.

"Not really. I looked over it quickly. " Was that a lie, you wondered. Not really. Gilbert continued to talk. Meanwhile, you were stuck between listening and concentrating on his face. Since when does he have freckles? They were barely there, so faint. And, oh, that chin. He looked like he belonged in a dramatic fantasy novel where he was the prince and.. Ruby? Was the Princess.

Dammit, Ruby got her hands on him first, which was quite the shame.

"Are you — on Wednesday?" Gilbert asked, but you didn't hear him.

"Huh?"

"I was asking.." Gilbert now hesitated. Only then did you understand that whatever he asked took him a lot of courage, and now, to re-ask wasn't easy. "On Wednesday, after school, I could walk you here.. Of course, only if you're planning on visiting us that day. And, also, if you're up for it"

You were quiet for a moment. Walking, him, you, home? Wasn't that something couples did, or, well, a couple that clearly had romantic feelings for each other? You gulped. It was embarrassing to think of it. It was also embarrassing to look at him, so you looked down at the cup, and your face was flushed.

Ruby wouldn't forgive you that. Neither would Josie, Jane, or Tillie. But you really wanted to walk with Gilbert. He was sweet and fun, such a gentleman. Who wouldn't want to walk with him? But would that one walk be worth of being shut out from your friend group? But before you could decide, Bash walked in, all exhausted and sweaty.

"Phew, it's dreadfully hot out." Bash smiled, and then his eyes fell on both of them. On flushed you and on nervous Gilbert. "Did I miss something? Gilbert, you're home early"

Gilbert nodded while you stood up and checked on the soup again. You had to do something, anything, but look or think about Gilbert or his offer. Eventually, you told the boys that the soup would be done in 20 minutes. Then, with a few goodbyes, you left the Blythe household, not sure whether you made a mistake by not accepting Gilbert's offer.

[taesanluv3r]

laser tag!

kim woonhak x reader

a silly laser tag date with bf!woonhak, turns into a cheeky first kiss. fluffy cuteness, slight betrayal (in a silly way) :3 lowercase intended, excuse any grammar or spelling errors! this is kinda messy but enjoyy

wc: 1,383

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"your first kiss was during...laser tag?!"

okay, maybe to the untrained eye this wasn't the most ideal scenario. romantics might argue that the first kiss should be special, warm, filled to the brim with roses upon a candlelight dinner and - well, not in the middle of an intense laser tag match.

to young and naive lovers like kim woonhak and yn ln however, this was just the right time and place for such a thing. i mean, what's more romantic than a gruesome battle in an awfully humid indoor space, accompanied by extremely cheap plastic guns?

exactly, nothing.

"i'm gonna get you, yn!" woonhak yelled as he ran across the room. he held onto the laser gun tightly, a bright blue circle at the centre of his plastic armour - it glowed, indicating he hadn't been defeated yet. he follows his girlfriend, chasing after the glowing red on her own suit.

"oh yeah? we'll see about that!" yn retaliates, a giggle escaping her gloss stained lips as she skips through the maze-like battlefield. she doesn't stop running, and he doesn't stop chasing; they had seemingly forgotten of the other players, bending the rules of the game to focus solely on each other - as if it were a one on one match.

"hah! got ya!"

the boy's teeth peeked through as he grinned. he had successfully cornered the girl at a dead end, now it really was a one on one fight. "you gonna shoot me or what?" she asked, her weapon locked and loaded, pointed at him and ready to go. he was in the same position, an eye squinted as if he were trying to get a better aim. "aren't you?" he asks as they begin to rotate in a circle, covering the area of the small grounds they stood in.

"how many more shoots do you have left?" woonhak inquires, his head tilts to one side when he asks but the rest of his body stays alert - there was no room for distraction. "i'm not falling for that, you're gonna shoot me while i check...child's play" yn replies, scoffing at her boyfriend's dirty tactics. she has this smile on her face, it's smug and somewhat annoying, but something about it made his stomach turn (in a good way) and he couldn't help but break character for a moment, letting his guard down.

bad idea.

"FUCK!" yn cursed almost way too loudly - especially at a place dominated by children. woonhak laughs manically, in a split second he had managed to dodge her shot. "HAH! i'd like to see you try that again" he snickers, watching her face as her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. his own expression changes quickly however, when she lifts her gun up to point at him again, right at his chest.

"kim woonhak, consider yourself...dead?"

fuck.

"looks like someone's out of shots..." the boy smirks, watching as a look of shock washes over her complexion. "this is seriously so unfair" she whines, dropping the, now useless, gun onto the floor. yn frowns when woonhak begins to walk towards her. she steps back each time he comes closer but this method only worked for as long as she didn't come into straight contact with the plush foam walls - which, obviously, she did.

"woonhak, babe, don't do it...spare me!"

he laughs again, the same manic laugh as before, as if he could already feel the glory of victory reeling in. he fully corners her this time, her back against the wall and one of his palms pressed onto the surface right beside her head, caging her in so that there was no escape.

yn sighs, she's about to give up. i mean, there really isn't any other way to win...unless of course if she could stall him long enough for the time to run out. but how? if there's anything about kim woonhak that anyone should know it's that he's dead serious about games like this, nothing in the world could distract him - well, maybe a true loves kiss but where would yn ln find a true loves kiss at a time like this? hey that rhymed, also! yn you idiot, you're the true loves kiss!

"what are you thinking so hard about right now?" his words pull her out of the short trance she was in. observant as ever, the boy caught on immediately to the smirk that played against her lips. "what are you plotting, yn?" he sounded almost nervous.

"aren't you gonna shoot me?"

he chuckles, "i'm savouring it. gonna wait till the very last minute", she raises a brow, "what if you don't make it on time?" and he rolls his eyes, "with you weaponless and cornered, no one else around, and the clear shot i have? fat chance" she sighs, "fine then..."

"you can't say i didn't warn you then"

before the boy could even try to question her odd statement, he was pulled forward by the two hands she had hooked between the straps of his armour. in a matter of seconds, kim woonhak had gone from feeling rather victorious to losing himself in his girlfriend's mouth.

not that he was complaining though, he's been waiting for this moment to happen since the very moment they started dating about two and a half weeks ago - he just never thought it'd be at laser tag that he'd get his very first kiss from her. again, not complaining though.

the kiss was simple. distracting, sure, but for the most part it was simple; sweet and passionate - maybe a little sloppy, but what would you expect of two amateur teenage kissers?

kim woonhak was on cloud nine! i mean, he's got the love of his life - namely, yn ln - locked on his lips, his hands in his hair and everything, and on top of that, his laser tag victory was just inches away...at the edge of his finger tips, literally. nothing could go wrong now...nothing in the whole wide world could ever ruin this moment in any way...nothing could-

'shots fired! player freshboy has been defeated! congratulations red team you win!'

"huh...?"

woonhak's face went pale as the speaker intercom voice filled his ears, he finally pulls away from the kiss, "what...?" his confusion is answered when yn laughs from her spot in front of him. his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend, pretty - as always - but something was different. why was she armed? her weapon was gone minutes ago! and where did his weapon go? what...

"got ya!"

he couldn't believe it. about a billion thoughts raced through his mind as he watched his girlfriend cheer with glee - cheer in glory of her victory, the victory that was meant to be his. but amongst all these thoughts only one read clear in the very center of his head, in big and bold letters, in a colour so brightly red, a singular word floating with a background of fire:

betrayal.

"aw woonagi don't be upset, it's not the end of the world!" yn giggles at the large pout on his face as they return the plastic suits and weapons to the counter. "yeah it is, my girlfriend totally betrayed me! worse! she distracted me with a secret weapon! that's totally against the rules and so very unfair and i think that-" woonhak didn't finish - or rather, he couldn't finish. his words all swallowed up by her lips that attached themselves onto his again.

once more, she laughs at his bewildered face. "you're so adorable, hakie. now let's go, dinner is on you remember, loser" he frowns again, but wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to kiss the top of her head. her nose scrunches at the contact and she tumbles to side a bit, walking lopsided as a result of their difference in height.

"you're so lucky i love you, yn"

they went to dinner after that, on woonhak's latest pay check from his part-time job. then when they parted that night, neither of the pair could fall asleep; lost in space as images of their spontaneous first kiss flashed against the stars. the rest was history, a story to be told over and over again until everyone and their mother's got sick of it.

"so yeah...we did have our first kiss at laser tag"

the end.

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YAYYYY FIRST FIC(ish) IN A WHILE 😭😭😭😭 hope u enjoyed it <3 sorry to have kept u waiting. love, kona.

[fishermanshook]

SHELLS BY THE SEASHORE.

( Shelly Fossilian ) + gn!toon!reader

✶˖*°🐚 ࿐ pfp/ icon by: jaywuzheree on tt , dw’s dating h/c’s , not pre-read , possible ooc-ness , small size intended , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To love someone means to embrace them exactly how they are, flaws and all. You’ve had no problem with this, and neither has your loving girlfriend.

꒰wc꒱ n/a

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN has always been one to put others before herself. Whether that be making sure everyone’s at full health or giving up her tapes to stop Dandy from twisting make Dandy happy, the shell’s taking care of the wellbeing of her friends first —so obviously that doesn’t stop when it comes to you. Hell, her selflessness only grows drastically when she’s by your side.

☆ It’s not the hardest to tell she’s got the hots for you, especially when you’re always the first person getting boosted when on a machine. She tries not to make it so obvious, even when she’s not in your line of sight, but it’s legitimately SECONDS after you touch the damn thing. The purple aura surrounding you and Shelly’s eager little giggle is all you hear before she disappears. [ it’s the cutest thing ever I swear. ]

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who isn’t one to shy away from making it known that you’re her one and only. From matching dinosaur bracelets that Cosmo and Sprout helped her to make to the affectionate nicknames you both have for each other, it's plain to see that the two of you are more then engaged with each other.

⤷ There was a time where Shelly hadn’t been careful enough, and had the bracelet break in front of her eyes the moment the elevator door closed, leaving the beads and charms scattered across the hardwood tiles of floor twenty four. She was devastated, and Tisha had to help her calm down, tell her that there’s no possible way you’d break up with her just because the friendship bracelet had shattered.

And of course you weren’t mad, you’d never be, especially at an unfortunate accident like that. You instead purposed the idea of making new, much more adorable matching bracelets for the two of you. Something that better reflected your new found relationship with each other.

“You sure y-you’re fine with it?” Shelly muttered out, still recovering from the past run.

“I’d be more than happy to re-create them, and they can be new this time! We’ll spice ‘em up so that they match again.” You reply back, huffing when Shelly comes to hug you tightly. You flash a small smile to Tisha standing not too far away, one that says a small “thank you” for her help earlier. The tissue box can only snicker lightly to herself before carrying on wards to her room.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who is just a sucker for any form of physical contact with you. Surprise hugs from the back are her go to for when you’re not looking, and cuddling till the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms? Must be Toon Heaven for this girl.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN who just can’t help but hold onto every piece of love you’ve given her. The shells sentimental to a fault, and she can’t find it in herself to get rid of every little treasure you’ve given her, even before the two of you started dating. It might be an old hoodie you once left at her place and never went back to retrieve, or a pretty tube of mascara left stranded on the vanity in her room. Whatever it may be, she holds onto it like it’s the last piece of you she’ll ever get.

☆ SHELLY FOSSILIAN just can’t help but ramble and ramble and info dumb on your 24/7, 365. To the average toon, this would’ve drove them crazy out of their MIND annoyed, but you stay silent as she chirps away about the newest facts on Theropods and such. It’s cute, and seeing Shelly being so passionate about the one thing she adores with all of her heart [ besides you ] makes you adore her even more.

⤷ On a side note, you’re constantly heading to Gardenviews ginormous library, containing information on a wide variety of topics you hadn’t even know about. There’s no need for Brightney to guide you over to the dinosaur section —that you’ve been able to locate on your own for quite a while now— and it’s always where you find Shelly, cooped up on her favorite teal beanbag, nose deep in Dinosaur facts. It’s not until you find yourself on a similar pink beanbag does she take note of your presence, scooting herself closer to you so you’ll be able to read together. Truly though? You’re just here to be in her presence, and that’s all you need.

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note: hi and HELLO DANDY’S WORLD FANDOM !! I have come to write for this new and blossoming fandom here on tumblr, and to give you all a warm welcoming gift, I bestow to you a Shelly x reader fic :3 There will be more to come soon, but it’s nice to be here 😽

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[inksoakedparchment]

Theodore Nott misunderstood Y/N’s words

pairing: theo x fem!reader (slytherin house)

genre: fluff

tw: my english

word cunt (ik it’s count): 1073

summary: theo found your notebook in the library after the study session and he read through it

a/n: this is my first one shot (and work) in english, so i’m sorry for the bad grammar<3 (maybe it’s gonna be good bc @sunkissedscribbles read it and corrected it)

After the study session with your friend group, - Theo, Mattheo, Enzo and Cassiopeia - you accidentally forget your notebook on the table as you hurriedly leave before the others. After that, Theo notices the little black book and decides to take it.

He quickly goes to his dorm, hops on his bed and starts to read your 'diary'. Because of some of your poems, one-line-long deep thoughts, tears start running down his cheeks. He doesn’t realize how those salty water drops are just coming and coming from his eyes. It only hits him after one falls on one of the pages.

He’s raising his eyebrows after he sees the lots of cat drawings in the notebook, and the short monologues based on how much you like cats and how bad you'd like to have one. Especially black cats. He immediately shuts the book and leaves it on his bed, running out of the castle.

He knows where the stray cats are 'living' so he sits down in the grass, with treats in his hand, waiting for the adorable creations to approach him. He’s drowning in his thoughts while feeding the baby and adult cats when a night-black cat snuggles against his leg. Theo’s eyes lighten up when he notices it and gently picks it up and when the cat looks in his eyes, he gasps. Gorgeous green eyes just like Y/N’s. He checks, and he thinks the cat is a girl. Keeping the cat in his hands, he stands up and walks back into the castle, straight to your dorm.

“Yeah? Come in!” you shout from your bed when you hear the knock on your door, then sit up with a book in your hands.

“Hey, it’s me” Theo smiles at you gently, after he closes the door behind him.

“What’s up, Theo?” you tilt your head with a confused expression, seeing his nervous look.

Theo starts biting his lip, then he takes out the cat under his robe, watching your reaction. Your eyes widen in shock while you jump up from the bed, and approach Theo and that little baby.

“It's a girl,” Theo says softly.

“Wh-What? How? From where?” you start to caress her. She purrs under your touch, wanting to climb over to your hands, and he lets the kittie to you.

“I know a place that’s full of stray cats,” he smiles with an amazed look.

You put - now - your baby on your bed and hug Theo tightly, holding into his robe, because he’s the one who can make you smile anytime, even when you’re at your worst. You start to sob and then burst out in a heavy cry.

“Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” he gently pushes you away and puts one hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears.

“No, of course not. It’s just.. no one did something this big to me, but.. how did you know? It’s my biggest dream,” you mutter the last line.

“I found your notebook and I swear I wanted to give it back, but something made me keep it and read it and-”

“What?!” you cut him off “You read my notebook which is actually my diary?” you step back from him.

“I swear i didn’t wanted to, Y/N, please..” his voice cracks.

“No, Theo! Those are my personal thoughts and feelings, you just read everything! You read me!” you say hysterically.

How could he do this to you? You thought he was your best boy friend, he was always by your side. He got your back when the others couldn’t do it. He saved you from many detentions and...

“Why did you bring her to me?” you ask quietly.

“Because-” the words stuck in Theo’s throat, as he is staring into your soul. His greyish-blue eyes are full of fear and guilt. “Because I love you Y/N” he looks away, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Wha-” you gasp and look at the kittie who’s watching you two maybe with curiosity in her eyes.

“I love you Y/N! I‘ve loved you since fourth year!” he bursts out when you’re still silent.

“Why? Why didn’t you say something?” you shake your head in disbelief.

“Would it have meant anything?” he swallows, looking into your eyes.

“You said you read my notebook, Theo! What the fuck are you thinking about my poems where I wrote about love? Didn’t you notice all of them about you?” your face becomes pale when you realize you have just admitted your feelings for him.

“They looked like they were all about Mattheo” he bites his lip nervously. “He loves to smoke, mostly when I light his cig./Why didn’t he notice that’s the only spark I can give him?” these two lines are burnt into his mind. You’re smiling now. He's noted two lines from your favourite poem. Fun fact; these lines are your favourites too.

“I always light your cig last. Because you always light mine with yours,” you sigh. “And I'm always next to you, Theo because I feel safe when you’re around, and when I’m with you it feels like home,” you step closer to him and take his hand, stroking it with your thumb.

“I never noticed it,” he says quietly, squeezing your hand a little.

“I love you too, Theo. And Apollonia means a lot to me,” you smile and kiss his cheek, right after that he blushes

“I love you, Y/N. I mean it. But who’s Apollonia?” he looks at you with a confused expression.

“The kittie” you roll your eyes with a smile.

Theo takes his chance and slides his hand on your cheek. He leans closer and when he gently presses his lips to yours, you immediately kiss him back. He brushes your lip with his tongue, begging for permission to meet your tongue for a sweet, slow dance, which you quickly give to him. In this kiss, you two are going through every sweet moment, every shared cig, the pain that you caused each other while staying silent about your feelings and the love that you two feel.

He leans his forehead to yours with a sweet smile.

“I’m only yours Cara Mia, and I’ll do everything I can to make you happy” he kisses your forehead.

You smile at him and gently pull him to your bed, where Apollonia is curled up, asleep. You two are just cuddling and talking about the signs that the other didn’t notice.

[loviingpedri]

💋 me thru the phone - joão félix

prompt: it’s hard doing long distance.

warnings: grammar issues, one suggestive comment

click to help palestine

credits to owners for all images

the moon reflected in the window as the trees are shaking from the wind. raindrops covering the glass, slowly falling down.

staring at the picture frame of you and your boyfriend on the nightstand, you sighed.

long distance was very difficult. joão was in portugal for a little vacation, while you were in spain for work and university. joão was in and out of your apartment, meaning there was barely any contact or conversation.

he tried his best. he was the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. you smelled the fresh pastel tulips in the glass vase. lost in your thoughts, and about to pick up a book, a sudden noise shocked you.

ring ring

a smile formed on your face as a picture of joão holding floki in front of a sunset on a mountain, next to him was you. a memory appearing of how your lips felt against his cheek. a scent of ocean, wood, and citrus flowing through the air.

swiping to answer his call, you were met with a smiley, tan, and dark brown eyed guy.

“hey.” he says on his white couch.

“hey, how are you?” pulling your (his) hoodie over your head to get comfortable, he could tell something was on your mind.

“i’m doing pretty good. did you get the flowers i sent?”

“yeah, i did. they’re really beautiful.” flipping your camera to show him. he admired the pink tulips, reminding him of you.

“i noticed your hoodie. wonder where you got it from,” noticing his smirk, you tried to hide your face in the camera. “is something going on? you don’t seem very talkative.”

you don’t wanna admit it, but he was right. usually, you would explain in detail on how your day was. quiet on you either meant you were mad at him, or just weren’t having a good day.

“i’m okay. not really feeling talkative today.” you gave him a small smile of reassurance. he wiggled in response, not buying the response. he shrugged it off instead of trying to push it on you.

“you look good. i’m glad you’re taking care of yourself.” honestly, that small comment made you want to lay flat on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air with a soft pink rising on your cheek.

“thanks. how’s your vacation going?” trying to control your heart rate, you decided to change the topic.

he smiled as you were fixing your hair, trying to noticeably look good for him. “it’s chill, not very eventful. sometimes i think about how i should’ve stayed with you though.”

“you know i would’ve never let you do that. you needed a break.

“yeah, i know. its been awhile. i really miss you.”

with a little sarcastic hair flip, “i’m so glad you miss me,” his laughter made butterflies fly in your stomach. “but really, i miss you too. especially when you would make hot chocolate during rainy nights. i crave it literally almost every day.”

“is that the only thing you crave?” he winked at you. your smile dropped at first in shock, but you two were dying in laughter.

“ew joão, that’s so gross.” you said in between laughter.

“if i had the opportunity to climb through the phone and kiss you, i would take it.”

“and people say romance is dead.”

rolling his eyes, you saw a glimpse of an open suitcase. it was filled with clothes neatly folded and ready for a trip. you furrowed your eyebrows.

noticing your face, “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

“are you going somewhere? i thought you weren’t leaving for another 3 weeks.”

laughing it off, which you did not find it funny (cause where is he going 🤨🤨🤨), he noticed you were being serious. you did not take the hint at all.

“y/n, don’t be sour. i’m going to fly over there tomorrow morning.” your mouth flew open. he didn’t even mention it.

“what? when did you book the ticket? you didn’t tell me anything.”

“calm down, i started packing this morning. i honestly couldn’t wait to see you anymore. i just booked the tickets literally 5 minutes ago.”

“i should probably clean the apartment a little bit then.” scrambling out of bed, ready to spot every dust speckle.

“don’t worry about it. i’m just ready to see you.”

“you should sleep early then for your flight. i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

nodding his head, “kisses?” you rolled your eyes. he think it’s so funny how you kissed the camera one time before hanging up. now, he wants you to do it every phone call.

blowing a kiss at the camera before quickly hanging up in embarrassment, you could see his cheeky smile. you laid in your bed, thinking about what just happened. you were kicking your feet, ready to see him.

[screaminglygay]

hey! can we pretty pls have a pt2 to the stalker!amber?

Amber Freeman headcanons

warnings: dark!amber, swearing, toxic situationship, possibly bad grammar, stalking, obsessive behavior

word count: 1.7k

an: thank you for your patience! i still have some sort of writing block, so this is just something little, but I want to write a full fic on amber, so stay tuned! hehe

Amber and you have many study sessions, she wants you to pass all the exams, it is not her fault that it always leads her to take you in any way she wants

"Amber, we talked about this..." you sigh as you look at the book infront of you, while Amber´s hands were wandering on your body.

"I'm just helping. If you can solve this under a distraction, can you imagine how good you'll be during the exam?" She looks at you, admiring you as she always does.

"So when someone would touch me during the exam I´m gonna be prepared?" You finally look at her, making a joke.

Her whole body shifts, she´s being slightly frustrated about you being such a brat. "Fine, let´s go back to stuying."

"What? I´m just playing your game, Ambs," you smile softly at her.

"No, you´re just being a fucking brat." And now, she´s mad mad.

You scan her face for a little bit, "oh come on, I was just joking," you poke her face slightly.

And there goes her tiny manipulation tactic, that you always fall hard for.

"I feel like you could do something little for me, since I´m spending so much time with you, making sure you pass..." Amber sits up.

You immedietly sit up too, "I- sorry, you are right," you take her hand in yours.

"Lay down, pretty girl..." she leans over you and you lay on your back, here it goes again.

No matter what subject, day in a week or time... Amber always knows how to make you do whatever she wants. And every single time and you... you obey.

Amber always knowing where you are, when the two of you are not together. She put few of a dog trackers in your wallet, some clothes, backpack, even into Chad´s car, just to be sure you´re always okay.

After a long weekend of not seeing eachother, Amber stops by your locker in the morning and waits for you. You immedietly smile, when you see her. It was a long time with your family on some stupid gathering outside the city, your cousin had birthday party - the most disgusting, pervy, rasist idiot. You´re very happy that you are back in school... it is kinda the same hell hole, but at least you still have your friends and Amber here.

"Hi," you say softly as you open your locker, taking out some books.

"Hi," she watches you, "how did you enjoy the family gathering?"

"It was hell-" you respond, but then you look at her with raise eyebrow, "wait, how do you know about the gathering?"

Amber without missing a beat asnwers with a smile, "Chad mentioned."

You nod, "oh, he can´t keep a secret, got it." You shake your head as you close the locker.

The girl smiles, another lie that you believe so easily. "Why a secret?"

"It´s a long story, but uh... I´m not really a fan talking about family, especially if most of them are shitty rasist who can´t name a single country outside of the US," you shrug.

"Got it, no more mentioning these people." She nods, like she doesn´t already know your whole family tree.

She has a tons of your pictures and videos, special folders on her phone, laptop, flashdisks, everything is sorted out.

Because you two are bonding more and more, she was really happy to make a new special folder of you. If the previous photos were only for her, these kinds of pictures are under increased security.

"You look so pretty, so so so pretty," she smiles at you kneeling on the bed, your hands covering your face, from all the emberassement. "Don´t be shy, puppy, look at me... come on." She takes her phone and opens camera.

"Amber..." you basically whine.

"What? Can´t I take a picture of a pretty girl on my bed?" She makes a photo. "Put those hands away for me."

You do, blushing like crazy, this is not something you´re used to. But you want to make her happy, seeing her smile at you makes something inside of you tingle.

"Pretty girl, look at you!" She smirks.

What you didn´t know, was that she has another camera in her room and every single time you´re there, you are increasing the number of files in her folder.

Even though the two of you are not official yet, everyone can see that Amber holds this sort of protection over you.

Another collage party, which is not a place you would chose to spend your time, but everyone decided to go and you didn´t want to be the only one saying no.

You are sitting on the couch next to Tara and Mindy, talking about your plans for the weekend, when all of the sudden a tall most would say handsome guy sit infront of you.

"That seat is occupied," Mindy says.

He looks around, "I don´t see anyone here. So..." He winks at you.

"That seat is occupied, they just went to grab someting to drink," you yell, because of the loud music.

"I wouldn´t leave such a pretty little thing on her own..." He smiles and you´re ready to throw up.

And before you or any of the girls could say anything, Amber steps in. "She is not alone, you dipshit."

He chuckles and stands up, "and who are you?"

"I don´t want to have a conversation with you," she splashes one of the drinks into his face, which indeed makes him leave with screaming something about a bitch.

"Oh wow, I respect that." Mindy says and Tara just stares at Amber.

"Um- thanks?" You look at Amber.

"Sorry about the drink, here take mine." She smiles as she gives you the only drink that survived.

Amber is very observing, she knows everything about you, even stuff you didn´t figure out on your own, but there are times when you totally shock her.

"Are you crazy, what are you doing here?" Amber yells at you. Walking in the rain was not the smartest decision you made. You were frozen to the bone

"I wanted to suprise you..." you smile softly.

"Wha- come in, jesus!" She steps aside so you can come inside her apartment, rushing to the bathroom for a towel.

"You uh said you had some hard time at work, so I just assumed... that maybe I could cheer you up a little bit." You say while your whole body is trembling.

Amber walks out with a towel and some of her clothes, looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

"I brought your favorite donuts and some nice relaxing candles. And we can order some sushi later. And if you´d like I can help with something, or just... keep you company, since I have zero idea what you´re doing at work." You let out a chuckle, "I mean most of the things I brought are completly wet, but I think they suvived it."

"You´re such a dumbass, do you know that?" Amber shakes her head, helping you put the things down and covering you up in a towel. "Why didn´t you call me, I could pick you up?"

"That woudln´t be a suprise, duh."

"God, we will be lucky if you won´t die from hypothermia, right now."

"I´m not helping with the stress, huh?" you sigh.

"(Y/N), I appraciate the effort, I really do, but next time, don´t try to walk in the worst thunderstorm, alright?"

"I think I could do that, yeah." The both of you laughed.

She loves PDA, her hands are on you all the time. Amber, an ardent lover of public displays of affection, is perpetually tactile, her hands finding peace on the lower back, intertwining fingers, and linked arms, embracing herself around her world.

“I’ll take this, thank you, pretty girl,” she says as she holds your hand for the billionth time today.

Amber is being your personal driver, driving you everywhere you need. Even if it means she has to wake up sooner, when you have classes, she will drive you no matter what.

The both of you made Saturdays as your movie nights.

"What are we chosing tonight?" Amber asks from the batrhoom.

You scroll through the Netflix, "how about the new season of YOU?"

Amber stops at her tracks, "um... what´s that?"

"You don´t know YOU?! What?! It´s really good show! We have to watch it."

"But you´ve already seen it, I don´t want to bother you by watching something twice..." She tries to skate out of it.

"No, no, it´s fine. I really enjoyed it and you will too!" You smile, clicking on the first season.

This was the biggest paradox in Amber´s life.

"Wow, that´s some stalker shit, just like you are!" Amber says with a light nudge.

"Oh shut up! I said if bilions of times, I didn´t stalk you. I don´t do that."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, (Y/N)," Amber teases you, "but following me like a lost puppy, liking my old photo, going through my social media, are you sure you´re not a Joe to my Beck?" Oh she´s pushing it, but for you, it´s just a silly missunderstanding that happened few motnths ago.

Despite her focus on academics and socializing, Amber harbors a secret talent for photography. She has a knack for capturing candid moments and hidden emotions, using her camera lens to express herself in ways that words cannot. And when it is combined with you?

Perfection.

Amber loves when you 'steal' her clothes, there is no better view than you in her bed with only her oversized shirt on you.

"Is that my shirt?" Amber looks at you, as youre already in bed, waiting for the usual movie night.

"Definetly not," you shake your head, taking the blanket to cover you.

"Oh- then what is your favorite song?" She smirks.

"Huh?"

"You have my favorite band on your shirt, what is your favorite song from them?" Amber asks again.

"Oh... um- all of them." Good save?

She laughs "All of them? It is not a band shirt, it´s a car logo, pretty girl."

You blush, "oh." Not a good save.

"It´s fine, keep the shirt, you look pretty in it." She lays next to you, putting an arm around you, keeping you close as possible.

In her free time, Amber enjoys exploring antique shops and flea markets, searching for unique treasures and hidden gems to add to her collection. She has a keen eye for things like this.

Thank you for reading!

[qiyutism]

Close My Eyes, and Fall Into You

summary: rafayel really likes your hands. like, a lot. and he makes that fact very evident when taking care of you after returning home from a long, tiring day of work. (really sucky summary, but i had a vision and just got a little carried away) 

content warnings: tiniest bit of angst towards the end if you squint really hard, but nothing major. also no smut

word count: 2,387

author’s note: i wrote this over the course of two whole weeks because i really wanted to do my vision justice, and was just busy with school </3 yes, the title is from a frank ocean song (pink matter, ft andre 3000) because i totally see rafayel listening to his music. also i looked over this probably one good time so i sincerely apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes :’)

It was past midnight by the time you had finally made it home. Much later than you had hoped you would make it home tonight, unfortunately. The day had been long and especially tiring, filled with meetings, paperwork, and strenuous training that left you feeling completely exhausted. You were thankful that you could even manage to make it to the front steps with how drained and heavy your entire body felt. The only thing that kept you going was the thought of being able to sink into bed and fall asleep for hours.

Maybe even days…

Smiling slightly at the thought, you step through the front door, the lingering scent of paint and the sound of nearby ocean waves instantly comforting you, wrapping around you like a warm hug. Rafayel is comfortably laid on the couch, nose deep in a book, though as he hears you come in and set down your things his gaze instantly locks onto you instead. The lamp on the side table emitted a soft warm light, faintly illuminating the room. A light breeze flows into the living area from the big open windows, allowing the sheer curtains to dance lightly in the wind.

You swiftly rid yourself of your shoes and make your way to the couch, finally letting your body relax as you plop yourself next to Rafayel. He decides to set the book down on the side table, quickly taking note of the groan that escapes your lips as you feel your tired body slump into the soft couch, letting your head fall back onto the pillows. It was the first time all day your body wasn’t so tense, and it felt so freeing.

You glance at Rafayel, hearing him shuffle around as he now moves to sit up completely from his previous position on the couch. He props his arm up on the back of the couch, holding his head up with his hand with his usual playful grin decorating his face.

“Long day, cutie?” he teased slightly. 

“You could certainly say that.” You respond, letting another sigh escape your lips as the draining events of the day replayed in your mind like a flashback.

“You should get it off your chest. Come on, I’m all ears.” he suggests, scooting closer to you on the couch, a small gesture inviting you to talk about your day.

You slowly lift your head up, not even knowing where to start about everything that had happened today. It had seemed like it was just one thing after another, as if the universe had been slowly torturing you throughout your work day. 

You go on and on about how you were pulled into meeting after meeting, desperately fighting the urge to fall asleep to the droning of people's voices. How tall the mountains of paperwork were that you were unfortunately tasked with reading through and sorting. How you spent hours training, constantly pushing your body to its limit and testing your endurance to ensure you were in top shape to battle wanderers.

Everything came out like a dam bursting as you went on and on. You don’t even know how long you had been rambling, so focused on your own thoughts and complaints that you barely register Rafayel’s quiet and low “mhm” and “keep going” as you talked, reassuring you that he was still intently listening.

You didn’t notice the way his gaze never left your face, seemingly committing every detail of your face to memory, even while you were in the middle of ranting your heart out. Rafayel was looking at you as if you were a rare piece of art, completely mesmerized and lost in admiration.

And you especially didn’t notice when he slowly took your right hand, briefly holding it in his and sharing your warmth. 

You only begin to snap back to reality when you feel his long, slender fingers tracing circles and patterns in your palm. The repetitive motion helped you calm down, your voice growing quiet and soft as the sensation on your hand seemed to slowly erase all your troubles from your mind. 

Noticing you had trailed off and gone quiet, Rafayel spoke up, filling the momentary silence.

“Cat got your tongue now?” he quipped. You squirm slightly, looking away and pouting dramatically to try and hide the slight blush creeping up on your cheeks at the intimate moment. You tug your hand back from his grasp, crossing your arms and adding to your theatrics.

“Oh shut up,” you giggled, though your laughter started to transform into a deep yawn. You fanned away the faint tears welling up in your eyes, your tiredness becoming more apparent.

“Let’s get you cleaned up for bed cutie.” Rafayel spoke, a hint of laughter sprinkled in his words. 

Before you could even attempt to muster up the strength to push yourself up from the couch, you felt strong arms begin to scoop you up instead, causing you to yelp slightly from the unexpected gesture.

“Raf, I can walk just fine on my own y’know?” you giggled, ultimately leaning into his embrace as he walks you to your shared bathroom.

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, cutie. I got you, don’t worry.” He reassures, playful smirk now turned into a full smile as he leans down to plant a small kiss to your forehead.

He slowly sets you down on top of the cold bathroom countertop while he begins to run the water for a bath. You simply watch in adoration as he repeatedly checks the temperature of the water and even drops in a lavender colored bath bomb, the soft aroma of lavender quickly filling up the bathroom bringing a smile to your lips.

Rafayel, now satisfied with the bath he’s drawn, redirects his full attention back to you, hands immediately going to your waist as he slowly guides you off the counter to stand. You assist one another in removing the other’s clothes, both of you purposefully taking your time in removing each article of clothing.

No matter how many times you had seen Rafayel fully bared to you, it always fascinated you just how godly he looked. As if every part of him was painstakingly and meticulously sculpted over time. Every feature of his was something to be marvelled over and worshipped.

Rafayel steps back first, taking your hand in his once again and effectively breaking you out of your thoughts. He steps into the bath, waiting until you step in as well to fully sit down. 

He guides you to sit between his legs, allowing you to lean back against his chest. The hot water is already proving to do wonders for your body as you feel your muscles relaxing, easily soaking the day’s stress away.

The bathroom was quiet, save for the water lightly splashing around in the tub. The sweet smell of lavender wafts through the air, the water making your body feel almost as light as a feather, the warmth that you and Rafayel shared being so close together, it was all the perfect mix to slowly lure your mind to sleep. 

You let yourself fully relax, giving in to Rafayel’s soft touch as he lathered up your body wash. You rested peacefully against his chest as he began to wash you off, your consciousness fading in and out. 

Light touches against your hand cause you to slowly wake from your sleep, blinking your eyes open as you stretch slightly. Immediately, you recognize you’re no longer in the bathtub with its warm water surrounding you. Now, a different kind of warmth envelopes you in the soft bed and covers you find yourself wrapped up in.

Small rays of moonlight shining through the windows of the bedroom allow you to see Rafayel laid in front of you, his eyes focused on rubbing circles on the back of your hand, almost like a massage. Your bodies are close – so close you can faintly feel his breath brush against your face when he exhales. Sensing your small movement, he looks up to see your now opened eyes.

“Looks like my Sleeping Beauty is awake now.” His voice is a low whisper, as if he’s trying to keep a secret just between the two of you.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence shared between the two of you. Neither of you choosing to speak, but rather, to show more than words could ever say. Rafayel takes your hand in his, deciding that simply tracing it is no longer good enough. As if in slow motion, he raises your hand to his lips and proceeds to press soft kisses against your skin.

He takes his precious time starting at your finger tips, making his way agonizingly slow towards your knuckles, and of course not forgetting to linger over your palms. The affectionate gesture leaves a light blush dusting your cheeks.

Rafayel had been so obsessed with your hands all night, and it’s left you quite flustered each time he showers you with his attention. But you can’t help but wonder where this fixation seemed to come from. 

Before Rafayel could reach beyond your wrists with his kisses, you move both of your hands to cup his face, not missing the small hitch in his breath at the sudden movement. You watch as his eyes glance at your hands before looking directly at you, as if he was deeply lost in a trance. With his full attention on you, you decide to voice your question aloud.

“What is it today with you and my hands Raf?” You playfully tilt your head as you move your thumb to caress his cheek, watching as he leans even further into your touch. The sight reminds you of when you’re petting a cat, how they rub their entire body against your hand like they never want you to let go.

As Rafayel processes your question, he moves to cover your left hand on his cheek, mimicking your motions as he rubs his thumb against your hand as well. He looks off into the distance, avoiding your gaze as you see his facial expressions drop ever so slightly. He still avoids your gaze, looking down as he begins to speak.

“Sometimes, I’m scared you’re just a figment of my imagination. I worry if I can’t feel you and be close to you that you might just slip from my fingers.” His words are slow, as if he’s still searching for the right words to describe his thoughts.

“Take your time Raf, I’m listening.” You speak softly, wanting to encourage him to continue on. A few seconds pass before he seems to find the words to keep going.

“If I can just hold you, feel you, touch you … I know that you’re really here and you’re not just a trick of the light. You can’t leave me if I’m holding onto you for dear life after all.” He finishes, letting out a half chuckle as he finally looks up again to meet your gaze. 

Taking your right hand, you move to sweep a few small tears threatening to fall from his eyes. As his words echo in your mind, you feel your heart start to become heavy realizing just how much you must mean to him for him to feel this way.

And to feel it so deeply. 

“I would never leave you Rafayel. You mean far too much to me for me to ever even think about leaving you. I’ll always be by your side, I promise you that.” Your words flow effortlessly as you let your heart take over, wanting him to know that he means just as much to you as you do to him. 

Rafayel stills for a moment, letting your words settle deep within his chest close to his heart. He takes in the warmth from your hands still cupping his face; hands that have seemed to grip him more firmly now with the feeling of passion rushing through your body. 

Emotions are clouding his head, acting purely on instinct when he swiftly pulls you in closer and catches your lips in a devoted kiss. It feels like time has stopped just for the two of you, your lips pressed against his for what seems like decades. His hands are firmly gripping your waist, keeping your body impossibly close to his. Your hands make their way slowly to his soft purple hair, causing him to let small moans escape from his lips between kisses.

After what seemed like ages, Rafayel is the first to pull back, a string of saliva still connecting both of your lips. The sound of breathing fills the room as you both try to calm your racing heart beats. You move your hands from his hair as you return to cup his face, staring at him with hearts in your eyes, you’re sure. Rafayel matches your eye contact, gazing deeply into your eyes with nothing but complete adoration.

Though you tried to suppress it, a small yawn breaks from your lips, the tiredness from the day creeping its way back into your body.

“You should sleep now cutie, you’ve had a long day.” Rafayel speaks, breaking the silence between the two of you. You let out a small hum in response, slowly removing your hands from his face as you shift to find a comfortable position.

Warm in his embrace, you lay on your side with your head pressed so close against Rafayel’s chest that you swear you can faintly hear his heart beat in the quiet of the night. His head rests just above yours as his thumb rubs softly against your back, quickly lulling you to sleep. 

Though Rafayel is quite tired himself, he stays awake just a little while longer after he hears your breathing start to shift to a steady, even pace. He takes in this moment, inhaling a slow deep breath. Having you here in his arms, feeling your chest rise and fall against his as you’re deep asleep, it makes his heart feel so warm. 

You make his heart feel so, so warm.

His eyelids start to become unbearably heavy now, and he presses one final kiss to your forehead before letting himself fall asleep. Confident you’ll still be there when he wakes in the morning.

[heirloomgem]

No one else But you {Nanami Kento x Reader September One-Shot}

Summary: You have always loved Nanami since childhood however you learned that he has someone he loves. Would you confess or not?

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for my characters and plot.

Warning/Genre: OOC, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Depression AU (Sorry for the miss grammar)

Sorry for the long wait! HERE IT IS! I hope you enjoyed it!

CEO Nanami Kento x Reader (slight mention of Geto x Gojo)

You have experienced unrequited crushes since you were a teenager; however, a painful unrequited love is a first for you.

Back when you were in high school, you had a crush on your senior, Gojo Satoru.

You had long forgotten what made you fall for such an idiotic man.

It might have been his charisma, his handsome face, his beautiful eyes, or his skills in being good at anything he took interest in.

However, that only lasted in your second year of high school. Satoru, on the other hand, was in his last year, preparing for graduation and entering college life.

You didn’t know how your group had formed with the famous 3rd-year trio.

But Kento and Yu have been your childhood friends since your family moved into their neighbourhood. So being admitted into the same school was no surprise.

Yet at some point in time, your group somehow merged with the 3rd year trio who were popular in their year.

One is Gojo Satoru for his loud and charismatic personality combined with his handsome face, eccentric hair and blue eyes.

Second is Geto Suguru for his mysterious and calm persona. He's also handsome with his long black hair, which seems to tantalize girls and adds to his charm.

And lastly, one of the school beauties is Ieri Shoko, a brown-haired beauty. She was one of the top students in your school, admitted to a prestigious medical university.

Of course, the two were the same, they were guaranteed a spot in the top college of their own choice.

It was quite comical really. A group of juniors being grouped together with some 3rd years.

Even up to this day, it astonished you how your group had formed, but you could still recall it. It was because of your crush on Gojo that these unlikely people had met and formed.

As the years passed, the two completely different groups of friends remained in touch and grew even closer, especially as you all entered college and made new friends. Your group seems to grow bigger.

In one of your favourite restaurant bars, some of your friends were already there and had started drinking by the time you arrived.

Gojo seems to have taken on the role of a host as Geto and some of your friends have yet to come.

The same could be said about your two childhood friends.

Yu was on his way to pick up his girlfriend from work. They would arrive together later, while Kento was still busy at work with Geto, working on a collaboration project.

Both of them had become the CEO of their own company. Each works really hard to create their own.

You couldn't be more proud of Kento for achieving his dream.

Sitting down in one of the booths, you ordered a drink. Watching as your white-haired friend drank and tried to liven up the party. At the same time, teasing and making fun of your friends and catching up.

You couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

Even though you were in a bar, it was a quiet one. One where you could have a drink and relax with soft music playing in the background.

The bar is illuminated with a cozy ambient from the lights. It was one of your favourites because of the atmosphere and the delicious cocktails and foods they make.

The bartender owner greeted you with a smile and served your drink. Taking a sip, you savour the sweet flavour and alcohol on your tongue, feeling the fatigue slowly ease from your body.

Your shoulders, tense from all the work, relaxed unknowingly.

Turning around, you started chatting with your friends, laughing and catching up, and ordering foods to fill your stomach.

As the alcohol flowed and the atmosphere warmed up, some people's tongues loosened and gossip started flowing.

Flicking the ash from her cigarette, Shoko asked, "So, how's it going with Nanami? I've noticed something more between the two of you lately."

You looked up at your friend, your eyebrow furrowing in confusion.

"What do you mean?" You asked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your friend rolled her eyes, her voice lazy as she teased you.

"You and Nanami. What? Don't tell me you haven't confessed even though he has already returned from abroad. You should take the chance. Don't wait for him to confess first, or you might miss your chance."

Hearing this, you panicked and tried to cover her mouth. However, it was in vain as your other friends turned their heads in your direction, curiosity in their eyes, ready to hear more about this juicy gossip.

Shoko just laughed and gave you a smirk.

"It's not like others don't know… more like they already know your painstaking love for your childhood friend for a long time"

She exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke and watched it drift lazily into the air.

"My dear, you wear your heart on your sleeve too easily. The only one who doesn't know is your beloved Nanami."

“Shoko, please! Will you be quiet!” You pleaded as you leaned over and tapped her on the arm, feeling your face flush.

Groaning, you buried your face in your hand.

"Hmm? What's this? I heard something about Y/n and Nanami. Is there something going on?" Gojo asked in a sing-along tone as he came over.

It seems the commotion between you and Shoko caught his attention and now he's ready to milk you dry for gossip, even though you have none.

“Nothing is going on,” You stated as you gave Gojo a slight glare, warning him to drop the topic. But the man seemed to not get the hint or if he did, he ignored it, feigning ignorance.

"Oh, come on now. Don't be stingy."

You groaned again as you shook your head, feeling an incoming headache already.

Taking a sip of your new cocktail, you tried to ignore the man and hoped he would drop the topic. However, Shoko and Gojo didn't seem keen on stopping as they continued to tease you.

“I was just asking about her and Nanami,” Shoko said as she gave a knowing look at Gojo.

Gojo smirked as he glanced at you, taking the hint. A mischievous glint in his eyes.

“And here I thought you were still crushing on me. How could you cheat on me, Y/n?” He pouted, his smooth lips jutting out and the corners of his eyes pointing down as he looked aggrieved at you.

“I didn’t know that you and Nanami were in that kind of relationship.”

“We’re not.” You snapped, starting to get annoyed at the man-child in front of you.

Both of your friends gave you a look, not believing you in the slightest.

"Just admit it, Y/n. We've seen how sad you were when Nanami went abroad to study. You were so wrecked that you lost so much weight and almost failed your first year of University. You were so miserable without him."

Shoko raised a brow at you as if proving a point, continuing.

"We've also known that you have always loved Nanami all this time, even though you had a little bit of 'scandal' with this idiot here."

She pointed at Gojo, who placed a hand over his heart and appeared offended.

"What scandal? Miss, for your information, I have always been a clean man." He stated, his chin pointing up, being dramatic.

You rolled your eyes at him for his exaggeration and turned your head to avoid your friends' inquisitive looks.

You admit that you had a crush on Gojo when you were in high school. You were attracted to his confident personality and handsome face, but that only lasted until graduation.

However, when Kento went abroad to further his education, that's when you realized that your feelings for him were more than just being a childhood friend.

You were in love with him.

You just never realized it. Since growing up, you have been so used to having him by your side that you have unconsciously taken his presence for granted

But when he left, you felt a massive hole open in your heart. An empty feeling inside you as if another part of you has gone missing.

Because of it, you slowly spiralled down from the sudden realization, leaving you a mess.

You have been in contact with Kento through text, but as time passed, it became harder to maintain. With the time difference between where Kento is and how busy you have been with your University life, your contacts slowly dwindled.

And now it has been almost a year before he contacted you again.

Picking up your phone without checking the caller ID, your eyes instantly reddened when you heard his voice, calm and composed as ever.

"How have you been, Y/n?"

It was Kento.

You choked back a sob as tears slowly gathered in your eyes. A deep ache echoed inside you. How much you have missed his voice.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your voice, not wanting to give anything away, as you know that even a little he would be able to pick up on it.

"I'm doing well. Just busy with school. I didn't anticipate our professor assigning such a huge project right at the start and it seems to keep piling up no matter what."

You scold yourself. Of all the things you have to say, you just have to complain to him even though he finally contacted you after such a long time.

"How have you been, Kento? I hope you're doing well. I've heard that winter there was harsher than here," You awkwardly chuckled, trying to play it off.

"It's not too bad, but I do miss the weather there." Kento's short answer tugged at your heartstrings. Slowly, a tear escaped and rolled down your cheek. You blinked hard, trying to stop the others from falling.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before Kento spoke again.

"....I heard from Yu. It seems you haven't been doing well."

You froze.

You didn't expect Yu to tell Kento about your condition, though with the anxious looks he's been giving you lately, you guess it was a given.

Looking at yourself in the window, your reflection stared back at you. You noticed the dark, hollowed cheeks, dark circles under your eyes, and dry lips.

Your body had obviously lost so much weight that you could feel your bones protruding. Your arms and legs were nothing but nearly skin and bones. Your face is gaunt and haggard.

It appears that no matter how much you hide your circumstances from your friends, it was pointless, especially from Yu.

You realize what a mess you really were in. How much of an asshole you have been for making your friends worry to the point that they have to contact Kento about you.

You gave a strained laugh, "They're worrying too much. It's just...university has been a little tough. I'm still in my first year so it's a given-"

"Don't lie, Y/n." Kento interrupted, his stern voice making it impossible for you to utter another lie.

He's always been like this. He always knew when you were lying.

The tears you had been holding back came crashing down, and all the pent-up emotions you had been suppressing came pouring out like a tidal wave. You couldn't stop the tears from flowing, and your shoulders shook with sobs.

You pulled the phone away from your ear, trying to muffle your sobs and you couldn't help but whisper, "...I miss you so much, Kento."

And just like that, with a few words, Kento was able to break the dam in your heart.

Your cries came out softly, but you were sure Kento heard you. He didn't end the call, but stayed silent, giving you a moment to let it all out and calm down.

Even though Kento was thousands of miles away, you felt his presence beside you, listening and never leaving you. You knew that he would always be there for you, no matter what.

After a few minutes had passed, you wiped your tears and tried to compose yourself but the soft hiccups still escaped your mouth.

"Y/n" Kento whispered, his voice incredibly soft and tender, soothing your turbulent heart.

"...hmm"

"I'll come back. Wait for me, okay?"

The tears, you thought you had finally stopped from earlier, flowed down your face again.

You swear Kento has a knack for making you cry so easily lately you couldn't help but ponder just where he learned such a thing.

Sniffling, you nodded however you remembered that he couldn't see you.

"Mmm..." You gave a soft reply as you sobbed and cried again.

What he said wasn't a promise but a statement.

You know that Kento doesn't make promises because he finds them nonsense and fragile. But you also know that he is a man of his word, and when he says something, he means it.

So when he says he'll come back, you know he will.

It was one of the reasons why you have loved this man.

You made a resolve to start getting back on your feet and working towards a goal.

You were determined to face Kento when he returned with the best version of yourself. Not wanting to show such a miserable wreck that you once were.

If he ever rejects you, at least you can say that you did everything you could and gave it your best. That way, you won't have any regrets.

"Ah~ but I've heard that Nanami has someone he has been in love though."

Gojo's voice snapped you out of your reverie, and a pang of realization washed over you.

It made you remember why you had been so distant from Kento lately.

When Kento finally returned from his studies abroad, you were the first one to greet him at the airport.

You were shocked by how much he had changed. The boy you knew from years ago was now a man.

Mature and calm. Taller with broad shoulders and a lean waist, handsome with a slender brow and sharp eyes, the naivete that was once there is gone.

Instead of a high school uniform, Kento now wears a suit, and his hair is slicked back with an undercut.

No more of the side bangs that you once always played with.

He was so different yet still the same.

He still has that same stern and reserved personality but cares for those close to him, especially to you.

Once you two reunited, you were so happy. You made sure to always try to meet him despite your busy schedule, trying to make up for all those years that you were apart.

At the same time, you also wanted to show your interest but you also know to show some restraint. You didn't want to scare him.

For now, you were content that he was back.

However, one afternoon, just as you were about to meet with Kento to ask him out to dinner, you overheard a conversation between Geto and Gojo.

The conversation was about Kento, and you couldn't help but eavesdrop.

Geto and Kento had recently started a joint project for their two companies.

So it was no coincidence that you found him in Kento's company's rest areas while Gojo was one of the biggest shareholders in Geto's company. It was a given he was also a part of the project.

You took a step back so as not to be spotted and heard your white-haired friend ask if Kento had a girlfriend as one of his female coworkers seems to be interested in your childhood friend.

Hearing this you couldn't help but frown, your hand clenching and a sour feeling rose in your chest.

Geto chuckled and shook his head.

"Really?" Gojo asked in surprise.

"I thought for sure he had a girlfriend since he seems to be the type to settle down first. Or maybe even a fiance."

"No, he doesn't have one but he does have a girl he really loves," Geto said as he exhaled a puff of smoke, tapping his cigarette.

"He was planning to ask her to be his girlfriend, but something happened and it didn't work out. However, I heard from him that he's planning to ask her again."

Gojo perked up.

"Really! Who is it? Who is Nanami in love with? Do I know her?" He asked excitedly, leaning forward as curiosity got the better of him.

Geto only chuckled at the man's antics before patting him on the head, telling him it wasn't appropriate to tell too much as it was not his place to share such a secret.

Gojo could only whine at his friend and dropped the subject, understanding that no matter how much he pestered Geto, his friend would not budge and reveal the identity of the woman Nanami was in love with.

He instead brought up a new topic to discuss, leaving you wondering who was the girl Kento was in love with.

You were stunned. A myriad of emotions surged through your mind in an instant but eventually, they all melted into a strong feeling of bitterness.

No wonder Kento never had a girlfriend for so many years. It turned out he had someone in his heart all along and now he seems intent on getting back with that girl.

You couldn't help but wonder.

What kind of girl does he like? What does the girl Kento love, look like? If that girl came back to him, would he surrender immediately and reconcile with her?

You even absurdly imagine them together.

Feeling a sob escape your mouth, you hurriedly went home that day, cancelling on Kento through a short message. You didn't call him as you didn't trust your voice not to tremble once you heard his voice.

That day, you drank until you couldn't stand.

You were glad you were home and never went out, otherwise you would have called Kento and made a mess of things, which you would have regretted later.

However, ever since then, you have distanced yourself from him.

Avoiding every gathering with your friends to try to minimize the chances of running into him.

You respect Kento too much to burden him with your feelings and ruin everything. You might resent the fact that the girl he loves might not be you but you still wanted to be friends with him no matter what.

Besides, you also have your own principles that you abide by, not wanting to put yourself in a complicated situation if the girl returns.

But by avoiding him so suddenly, he quickly noticed.

He tried to call you, wanting to confront you about such a sudden change.

You could only make an excuse that you were busy with work, but he knew that wasn't the whole truth.

And since knowing Kento for so long, you already know he wasn't the type to let this matter pester for so long and would eventually resort to seeing you in person.

However, you didn't want to see him, not until you could sort out your feelings for him or else you risk breaking down in front of him.

Without any other choice, you quickly set up to go on a business trip.

Successfully stopping him from seeing you as he wouldn't be able to chase after you because his company was in a crucial situation with the current project he was working on.

Thanks to it, you have been able to avoid him completely however, this time you couldn't turn down the invitation as one of your friends is getting engaged.

You knew you couldn't hide forever, and you didn't want to miss your friend's special day so, in the end, you concede.

Meeting him became inevitable.

Anxious and nervous, you have been drinking a lot since the moment you sat down, trying to calm your nerves and distract yourself.

But once they started talking about Kento and you, the bitter feelings you had been able to push back slowly rose in your chest and your mood turned sour.

You unconsciously started drinking heavily and because of it, your temper became fickle.

Eyeing the man in front of you, childishly making fun of your previous crush on him and on Kento, you couldn't help but realize that the man-child in front of you was the reason why this all started.

Suddenly, the urge to wipe that grin off his face with a slap was so dangerously tempting that your hand twitched.

However, you have been a person to never resort to such action and unnecessary violence. So you tried to think of something, attempting to divert your attention or else you might just do it.

You sigh to calm down but a dark expression still shows on your face.

Seeing this, Gojo eye's gleam with mischievous, unaware that he had stepped a foot on his grave, pushing you over the edge.

"What? Someone's jealous? Maybe I should try being your cupid and set you up with Nanami? Hmm? Maybe by then, I could give your pretty little ass a boost and not be a coward anymore."

Your lip twitched.

Maybe wiping that smug look on his face isn't so bad after all, you thought.

Lifting a hand and caressing his cheeks, you caught him off guard.

You gave a dark smile and a shiver involuntary went down his spine, his back sweating bullets.

SMACK!

Walking out of their own car and heading to the restaurant bar, Nanami and Geto let out a sigh of relief, taking off their jacket and loosened their tie.

They have just finished a meeting that has gone on for hours than necessary.

And now having finally finished, all they wanted was to drink, eat and relax throughout the night before being plunged to work the next day.

However, when they entered the bar, what awaited them was not what they had expected as they witnessed you and Gojo in the middle of the bar, engaged in a brawl.

Clearly, both of you were drunk as your faces were red not only from anger but from the alcohol as well. Your words slurring as the two of you yelled at each other.

What started as a harmless teasing quickly escalated into a messy, comedic fight for your friends to witness.

Holding onto Gojo's shirt and the other on his hair, the tall man has no other choice but to bend down as he did the same to you.

Some scratches and light bruises scattered throughout your body and face. Your clothes and hair a mess.

Gojo shouted, "I'm a liar?! What I said is the truth! You're a goddamn coward!"

"You say I'm a coward, what makes you then?!" You shouted as well, breathing heavily and glared at him.

You tug at his hair earning a yelp.

"Don't think I'm clueless you goddamn man-child. I saw it when you two graduated and Geto-senpai confessed! All these years and your relationship hasn't progressed at all! You two have been together and never left each other side and yet you haven't admitted that you love him. You've done nothing but play him all along."

A vein bulged at his forehead, irritated, Gojo pulled at your hair making you groan.

"Shut up you goddamn woman!"

"Fuck you! You white hair old bastard! Just fucking go and splayed your goddamn legs in front of Geto-senpai and finally get laid! You horny bastard!"

You yelled while your friends who have been calmly watching the whole time, even the owner, laughed at your nonsense screaming match.

That right.

When you secretly witness Geto's confession to Gojo on their graduation day that's when you realize.

Your crush for Gojo was nothing more than an admiration because of his confidence. Confidence in being himself while he unknowingly becomes a love-struck fool for Geto.

You envy and wanted that.

You wanted to be a love-struck fool for Kento but your insecurity and low self-esteem prevented you from confessing your love for the handsome man.

However, seeing that this goddamn idiot had done nothing when he had all the chance in the world while you, on the other hand, were a mess, missing Kento, who was abroad and had no face to confess since the memories of you crushing on such an idiotic guy were still fresh in everyone's mind, made you angry to no end.

You slump as your knees got weak not just from the alcohol but from all the feelings you have been holding back, your previous energy leaving you as the bitter feelings spread inside you.

Tears started flowing and falling on your cheeks without your permission. Seeing this Gojo froze, his grip loosening and the once lively bar slowly quieted as you softly cried.

"No...I'm the goddamn idiot here... I've also had the chance... the chance to confess and love Kento but because I'm a coward I didn't take it..."

You admitted.

That's right. You were angry not only because of this bastard but mostly at yourself for being the biggest idiot ever.

And now, learning that Kento has someone he loves and is thinking of being engaged with her.

Regret filled you to the point of suffocation.

"I only had myself to blame..."

You whimper, now completely drunk as you lose coherence and kneel on the floor.

You felt as though everything was crumbling. Slowly losing your mind as you sink further in your sorrow.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your waist, lifting you from the floor and pulling you away from Gojo's grasp.

You were brought into a warm embrace, your head resting on a broad chest.

It was then that you heard Kento's voice.

Deep, calm and mature, a voice that always makes your heart flutter and the voice that you have come to love.

"I'll be taking her home as she's too drunk," Kento said, carrying you in his arms as he talked to your friends while Geto dealt with Gojo.

You couldn't help but nuzzle further in his arms, burying your head in his neck and hugging him tightly. Unknowingly, Kento's breath hitched and his heart quivered from your actions.

Geto nodded, saying he'd be taking Gojo as well who was completely drunk, his head was swaying from all directions. His legs no longer had any strength to hold him, already unconscious.

Adjusting you in his arms, Nanami looked at you and found that you were completely unconscious.

He sighs but an undeniable faint blush on the corner of his cheeks and ears can be seen if you look closely.

Ieri who had been enjoying the show and her drinks, saw it and she smiled knowingly as she watched Nanami take your things.

"Nanami" Ierie called and Nanami looked at her.

"Be nice to her, okay?"

Nanami's expression didn't change, but he replied softly, "I will."

Nodding at your friends and the bar owner, Nanami carried you out and into his car that was parked outside.

He opened the car door and put you down, taking a moment to look at you and saw your tear-streaked face.

When he reached out to wipe away your tears, your lashes brushed against his fingers. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm down then got into the driver's seat, intent to take you home.

This time, he was determined to talk to you, even if you didn't want to. He wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Waking up, you groggily sat up as you looked around.

Clearly, it wasn't your room as the bedsheets were different. They were grey coloured and quite soft made of a different material from the ones you use.

The pieces of furniture were simple but obviously high-end and looked strangely familiar.

You didn't know how you got here nor did you remember what happened after you slapped Gojo but the feeling of being carried lingered in the back of your mind.

"Your awake." A deep husky voice said as the door opened.

It was Kento, holding a glass of water.

It finally dawned on you that you were in his place. You have been into his apartment a few times in the past however this was your first time staying over.

A nervous feeling settled in your stomach and felt your cheeks flushing. Whether from the lingering alcohol on your body or because of your feelings and the situation you are in, you don't know.

Still drunk and dazed, you obediently accepted the glass of water and took a few sips before setting it down on the nightstand.

An awkward silence envelops the two of you as Kento sat at the edge of the bed. His arms rested on his thigh and looking at you from the corner of his eyes, deep in thought.

You fidgeted. Your head lowered as you played with the bedsheet in your hand, feeling the soft fabric. You didn't know whether you should talk or not.

From the corner of your eyes, you stare at the man that you have been avoiding these past couple of weeks.

Two of his dress shirt buttons were undone, revealing his slender neck and chest, showing a hint of his muscular physique.

His sleeves were rolled up and you couldn't help but gaze at his forearms. The veins stood out along his arms, and his hands were large with defined knuckles and slender fingers.

His hair was slick back however few strands were sticking out, clearly messed up after a long day.

You might have been drunk nevertheless you still remember bit and pieces how he has carefully brought you from his car to his room.

Gently carrying you, laying you down and assisting you change from your work clothes to one of his.

Helplessly you thought, how could a man be so handsome and so caring at the same time.

Your eyes reddened.

The sour feeling from before sprang up again and tears gathered in your eyes.

Lifting a trembling hand, you covered your mouth as a sob escaped, trying to hide it, not wanting to make the situation worse.

You felt the bed shift then two rough and large hands cup your cheeks, raising your face.

Completely opposite from his usual reserve and stern expression, Kento looks at you with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" He asked, voice gentle and soft trying to calm you however hearing such tenderness, your cries seemed to grow even louder.

You stayed quiet. Pondering whether to confess everything or not, however, your heart got the best of you and you blurted.

"I love you. I love you, Kento. I have been ever since. I have always loved you... Please don't leave me." You cried as you confessed, your words became disjointed and frantic as you went on.

You didn't know what was Kento's reaction as large tears rolled down from your eyes, obscuring your vision.

You were sure you looked pathetic at that moment as you cried but that didn't matter anymore as you let it all out.

Long years of repressed emotions have completely overwhelmed you.

Your regret when Kento left, your joy when the two of you reunited. The searing pain of learning the truth that Kento has someone in his heart.

The jealousy and sorrow you drowned in as you distance yourself and finally the overwhelming love you hold for the man in front of you.

As you continued crying and repeating your confession like a broken record, warm lips suddenly sealed your lips, stopping your words.

Kento kissed you.

A strong, fierce and almost devouring one with a mix of revenge, and seeking reparation.

It only seemed to deepen as you felt his hand grab the back of your neck while the other drew you closer and tightened his embrace, as if afraid you would disappear.

You couldn't resist and kiss him back with just as much passion as you could.

Lifting your arms, you hugged his neck and pulled him closer while Kento lifted you in his lap, straddling him.

You kissed as if the both of you couldn't bear to separate. Your tongues danced and lips melted with each other.

You couldn't help but let out a moan, calling his name in desperation. A sweet tingling sensation runs through your body, making your toes curl.

It wasn't until the need to breathe that you pulled back.

Resting your forehead against his, you closed your eyes and felt your breaths intertwining.

Kento cups your face, caressing it and look into your eyes as you open them.

Longing, tenderness and adoration.

Emotions you never saw before now lingered in his eyes

"I love you too, Y/n." He said, his voice so tender and full of affection, it left you breathless.

"But what about the girl you like?"

Kento frowns, confusion in his eyes.

"I heard from Geto that you have someone you have loved for a long time." You quietly said.

Your voice trembling, just asking that question tormented you like no other but you had to.

You have to know who it is even if you are afraid of what Kento's answer might be.

Thinking this, your tears seemed like they would never dry as droplets fell on your cheeks.

Finally understanding what you mean and where you're coming from, Kento chuckled, wiping your cheeks and kissing you on the lips again before moving on to your neck where he felt your pulse.

"The person I love is you. I have loved you ever since and have always been. No one else but you."

You sat stunned for a moment as his confession slowly sank.

You sniffled and a fresh wave of tears fell however compared from before it was out of happiness.

Pulling Kento, you hugged him and fell onto the bed and this time, without reserve, you kissed him first.

Extra:

As morning came and illuminated the room in a soft light, Geto was just finishing his talk with Nanami on the phone when he heard the white-haired man in his bed groan in pain, holding his head.

Putting his phone away, Geto went to the kitchen to boil some water.

A few minutes later, he came back with a cup of honey lemon tea, handing it to Gojo.

Gojo who was in pain from a massive hang-over, didn't notice his friend staring at him in silence and quietly sip the hot tea.

"...So, is it true that you love me too?"

"PSHHH!"

Gojo spat out the tea, blushing, "..."

Let's just say another engagement party was arranged later on.

A/n: I had a hard time finishing writing this one shot.

It became longer and longer as I wrote when I was only planning to make a shorter one but then the plot just kept coming up and didn't know how to finish it. In the end, I had to torture myself to stick with it and finish it after more than 3 weeks of non-stop writing.

God, I'm such a masochist.😭

However, as I was writing the confession part, I couldn't help but start crying and I had to stop midway laughing at myself like a maniac. Oh my god.😭

I swear I won't be doing another long one-shot anytime soon. My brain was mush after this.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this fic! Please leave a comment on what you think!🥹

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Credit: To the artist for the divider(though I don't know who, I couldn't find them) and pictures