#i complimented her on the scarf she thanked me asked my name i asked hers ... and then small talk while we walked thru the building

[boycannibal]

man i want to get into tabletop gaming soo bad like it seems like such a fun thing . but thats expert level socialization and i got exited about making 3 minutes of small talk last wednesday

[veren-cos]

Bachelor(ette)s react to a handmade gift!

Aka Bachelor's and ettes x reader

Honestly a lot of these can be read as platonic, and for Sam, if you just ignore that bullet point, it can be platonic too lol

Loosely based on a request by @vvnbxz !

Sam

• Loves it.

• Loves it Loves it Loves it Loves it.

• Like anything from you and he is happy.

• But If you made something just for him? Oh he would be crazy happy.

• Peppers you with kisses all over your face.

• Then gives you a hug and like gushes about how cool you are.

Sebastian

• He would probably be the most chill.

• He would obviously say thanks out of politeness and genuinely liking it!

• But he doesn't make it a thing.

• If you are close with him tho, he gets very happy about it when he is just thinking before he goes to sleep.

• Like woah! They made this just for me!

• It makes him feel special.

Alex

• Awh Alex is just a sweetie.

• He would be so so so happy.

• Whatever you made him, he would try and figure put how you did it.

• Then, he would make one for you!

• Whether that be a piece of clothing (the one he made would be falling apart), a mug, literally anything.

• Just enjoys your presence and your sentiment and wants to reciprocate the gesture.

Harvey

• Stoked!

• Like he is so precious about it.

• He displays whatever you give him on a shelf on his room.

• He feels like it's too precious to ever actually use it in fear of damaging it.

• Eventually he learns it's okay to actually use the things, but he is just so happy to receive something from you!

Shane

• He probably wouldn't realize it was handmade at first.

• You gave him a cup cozy that you made for all the soda he drinks haha

• When he realizes he just thinks it's cool!

• Wouldn't be dramatic or flabbergasted like some of the others.

• He already knows you've been crafty.

• But yeah he thinks it's neat!

Elliott

• He would be over the top.

• My dramatic man haha

• No but he would be complimenting you left and right, saying how talented you are!

• Would not let it go for nearly the whole season!

• Brags about it to Leah. Constantly.

• He is just so happy he connected with you, and that you actually think about him!

Haley

• Thinks it's so cool!!!

• If you just met Haley, you'd probably think she only likes brand name stuff

• But she is a sucker for home made!!

• She can't make things for crap imo, so she thinks you are so talented.

• I think she'd love if you knew how to sew or crochet.

• She would wear the clothes you make her all the time.

Emily

• Oh Emily would just die if you made her something

• Like she would be flabbergasted.

• You would probably learn how to make something just to give it to Emily.

• Like you'd learn how to paint and give her a mug you painted?

• She would be so touched that you thought of her! Would use/wear it constantly

Leah

• Leah, like Emily, would be so happy!!

• You'd learn how to sculpt just to try and make her something!

• She ends up getting a finger pot from you, as it was the very first thing you ever sculpted.

• She thinks it's so sweet that you learned a new skill just to give her something.

Penny

• Penny would love it!

• She definitely appreciates the sentiment of a gift more than the gift itself.

• So give this girl anything and she is over the moon

• I feel like she would like a good scarf or clothing accessory

• So you made her a big warm scarf!!

• She wears it all the time.

• Once she even tried to style it for spring and got wayyyy to hot that she felt sick-

• But she just wanted to show you how much she appreciated it!

Maru

• Thinks it's very sweet of you!!

• She has a lot of technological crafty stuff, but doesn't really work much with artsy things.

• So if you gave her something you made (ie a scarf, clothes, artwork) she would think it's super cool!

• Would probably ask you to teach her. She loves to learn new things.

Abigail

• Not going to lie, y'all probably made it together!

• She is super hands on with literally everything, and is pretty crafted herself.

• You probably were both making bracelets and then traded at the end of the day!

• They ended up having the same color scheme, totally on accident, so Abigial wears hers all the time.

• She always gets really happy when she sees you wearing yours too!

An* I've never actually written for any of the bachelorettes, so this was really fun!!! They are all just short and sweet blurbs :3

Masterlist

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: 2nd story for my Blue Lock Christmas special. Hope u like it🩷

Pairings: Gin Gagamaru x Manager!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

🎄Dec 11th🎄

"Secret... Santa? What's that?" (Y/n) asked as an excited Anri held a bowl filled with different pieces of paper in front of her. The woman smiled as she pushed the bowl towards her, Ego kept quiet to himself as he rewatched some of the plays.

"It's a game. When you pull out someone's name, you buy them a gift for Christmas."

"So it's a blind game?" (Y/n) wondered as Anri nodded her head.

"If you want to call it that, sure."

(Y/n) looked a few times between Anri and the bowl, wondering if she should really participate in it. While she was pretty much familiar and close with the Blue Lock team, buying any of them a gift would be quite a challenge. But, on the other hand, the game sounded really interesting.

"Ok, it sounds like a fun thing to do." (Y/n) nodded and grabbed a random paper in the bowl. Anri nodded as the girl took the paper and went to put it on the table as the girl unfolded the paper.

'Who did I get? Who did I get?' She chanted as she went to read the name.

'Gagamaru! I am surprised he took part in it.' (Y/n) thought, not seeing him as someone who found fun in these things.

'This will be pretty hard. Gagamaru is more silent on his wants than the rest.' (Y/n) pouted and closed her eyes, trying to think of something, not noticing Anri and Ego staring at her in interest.

"So, who did you get? Do you have any idea on what you will buy?"

The girl jumped at Anri's question and looked at her with a sheepish smile.

"Ah! I will think of something. I need to go and finish something now." (Y/n) said quickly and ran out of the room.

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'I have exactly 7 days till Christmas... what would be a good gift to a guy like Gagamaru?' (Y/n) wondered as she silently ate her dinner, watching the said boy eat his a few tables away from her.

'Maybe gloves... no, that's stupid. A scarf? Too basic... hmm...' (Y/n) sighed, solemnly eating her rice as Hiori and Kurona joined her.

"What's with the long face?" Hiori raised his eyebrow.

"Are you tired? You should take some rest." Kurona said in worry as (Y/n) smiled at the duo.

"I am fine, just this Secret Santa thing is worrying me a little."

"Oh! That thing? Yeah, it's a challenge to think of gifts for others." Kurona said, understanding her struggle.

'Especially when you were cursed to find a gift to Reo... he is a billionaire, what could I possibly get him?' The boy silently groaned as Hiori smiled at them apologetically.

"It will be alright. Don't worry, you two."

'At least I got Isagi and not someone random.'

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'6 days till Christmas... and still no idea what to get him!' (Y/n) groaned as she silently watched Gagamaru train with one of the robots. It was another busy day at the Blue Lock building. Part of the team was in the practice area, while the other part was at the gym. And while (Y/n) was planning on foing her part today, the Secret Santa was still nagging her. She really wanted the gift to be good, and she didn't have much time left either. Anri said she would take her to the city in 2 days to buy something.

"Think, think, think, idiot." (Y/n) muttered to herself, not noticing the goalkeeper walking towards her.

"Hey, (Y/n), can I have one of the towels?" Gagamaru asked as the girl looked at him in surprise for a moment.

"Oh, sure!" She smiled and quickly went to get one for him.

"Good practice, your reflexes are getting much better the more time passes." Gagamaru blushed at the compliment and gave her a small nod.

"Thanks. I try my best to keep up with the rest. I am happy the progress is being noticed."

The girl's heart melted a little at his words and smile he gave shortly after. Gagamaru wasn't as expressive as the rest, so she cherished things like this.

"Mhm! Trust me, it's not just me who noticed it. But that's besides the point. Take a small break for now." Gagamaru nodded his head and sat down on the ground as (Y/n) went to get him a water bottle.

'Food, maybe? Gagamaru likes to eat, as far as I know. And everyone likes food.' (Y/n) thought as she walked back to the boy.

"Huh? Gagamaru, what happened to your ear?" (Y/n) asked in worry, noticing a scar behind it.

"What do you mean?" The boy blinked in confusion as he took the water bottle from the girl.

"The scar behind your ear. Where did that come from? Nobody told me you got injured." She said. Gagamaru kept silent for a moment.

"That's just from a bear I found in the forest once. Nothing to worry about."

"A bear? You got thus from a bear?!" (Y/n) asked in bewilderment. On one hand, she was worried, but on the other she was impressed he survived a bear attack.

"Yeah. I like being in nature amd around animals, especially bears. I like them, a lot." The boy admitted, blushing a little as (Y/n) silently looked at him.

"That's... that's quite impressive, actually." The girl spoke up, surprising Gagamaru.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, surviving a bear attack is quite something. I knew you were strong, but this is beyond anything I could have imagined."

Gagamaru felt his whole face turn a bright red a the compliment and looked away. (Y/n) finally realized what she had said and blushed as well, trying to apologize but Gagamaru cut her off.

"Thank you... it means a lot." The boy said with a soft smile as (Y/n) stared at him for the moment.

'He has a really pretty smile.' She thought as her heart beat quickened.

'And... I think I figured what I could buy him...'

The next 2 days (Y/n) spent in running errands for Ego as well as preparing everything for Gagamaru's gift. The plan was pretty easy. She knew that a local mall in Shibuya had a store where she could costumize stuffed animals,so she made a sketch on what she wanted on the the bear and how it should look.

"I just hope they will have the skin I need..." She muttered to herself, staring down at her final plan.

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"I will pick you up in 3 hours, is that ok with you?" Anri asked as she stopped her car. (Y/n) nodded her head and took off her seat belt. She was pretty anxious about the gift, even if she wasn't showing it to anyone.

"Sure! I will wait for you outside the mall then."

"Mhm. Have fun and good luck." Anri sent her an encouraging smile as the girl left the car, and then drove off. Taking in a deep breath, (Y/n) looked up at the building.

"Ok, time to do this." She said to herself and went to the entrance.

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After a short while of searching for the store, (Y/n) finally found it. Much to the girl's relief, it wasn't really crowded. It gave her hope that she will maybe be able to get what she planned.

Once inside, the girl was greeted with Christmas music, decorations, and displays of seasonal plushies.

'So cute!!' The girl thought as she noticed a pink cat plushie, but quickly shook herself out of that state.

'No no no, we are here for Gagamaru. Let's look for that skin... or something that resembles my idea.' (Y/n) scolded herself as she went to look among the pile of different skins. It was a real variety of both colors and animals, but none of them were what she was looking for. Finally, after 10 minutes of searching, (Y/n) silently cheered to herself as she found a gray bear. It was similar to the idea she had!

"Thank God... seems like you were the last one in this pile, too." (Y/n) sighed in relief then went to get the clothes before it got stuffed.

'What could be better than a football themed bear!' She smiled to herself, looking for something resembling a football uniform.

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Eventually, after an hour of searching for everything and setting up the bear, (Y/n) walked put of the store. She was quite happy with how everything turned out and she liked the cute Christmas packaging she got.

'I just hope Gagamaru likes it...' (Y/n) thought back on the boy. Sure, he was more silent than the rest and peculiar as well, but it sort of added to his charm. Sitting down near a food court, (Y/n) blushed as she thought back om the small conversations they had.

'He is really nice and kind... also, he causes the least amount of trouble, too. Gagamaru also seems very genuine when he talks, I am still confused how he never had a girlfriend before.' The girl felt her heart race again.

'And he also has the cutest smile.' She smiled to herself.

'I hope I can see it again one day...'

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The next few days were filled with awkward and rushed interactions between the duo. As much as she tried, (Y/n) felt always felt like her heart was about to escape out of her chest when Gagamaru talked, and she tried her best to not say something stupid. (Y/n) wasn't stupid, she knew she fell for the goalkeeper, but that didn't mean she didn't feel any less awkward around him. Especially after she promised to herself not to fall for any of the players.

'Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.' She sighed, plopping onto her bed, sending a short glance at the present. It was the night before they were supposed to give their gifts, and the girl felt her mind race through every possible scenario.

"Gagamaru... will he like it even? I hope he will." She smiled nervously.

'He deserved a better gift... he is always so nice and considerate of me.' She thought.

"I wonder... would he ever like me the way I like him?" (Y/n) thought, her cheeks flaring up at the thought.

'Stupid, there is no way he would like me. He just sees me as his manager and friend. I should be fine with that.' She bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the slight pain in her chest.

'But... the idea does hurt a little...'

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), the said goalkeeper was laying on his bed as well, staring at the present wrapped in nice, (f/c) paper. The boy had returned from Tokyo a few hours prior, and he was quite happy with the gift. It was nothing big, just a pair of earrings Anri had helped him pick out.

'Will she like them? She did say to Teieri-san that this color was her favorite, and that she was eyeing them for a few months. Hope her mind didn't change.' Gagamaru sighed, feeling the same nervousness come back. The same one he felt ever since he realized his own feelings for the girl.

'Should I confess? I mean, would she ever think of me like that? I am nothing special compared to the rest, is there even anything she would like about me?' Gagamaru thought nervously.

'I don't want to ruin the friendshiwe built... but I also don't think I can handle all these emotions for long.'

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The next day...

"Gagamaru! Thank God I found you!" The black/white haired boy jumped in surprise and looked back at the girl, who was running down the hallway to where he was.

"(Y/n)..." The boy felt all the heat rush up to his cheeks again as he watched the girl stop in front of him, taking a few deep breaths.

"Thank... God...I found you. Here, marry... marry Christmas. I hope you like it." (Y/n) smiled nervously at the boy, presenting the box to him. Surprised, Gagamaru stared at it for a moment and then looked back at (Y/n).

"You... you got me?"

"Y-yes..." The girl answered, hoping he wasn't disappointed by it.

'Maybe he didn't want a gift from me!' She gulped. But, jer nervousness went away as soon as Gagamaru chuckled softly, presenting a smaller box in front of her.

"What a coincidence, I got you. Marry Christmas, (Y/n)." The boy smiled. (Y/n)'s eyes widened for a moment and she held back a squeal as they exchanged the boxes.

"Thank... thank you. Can I open it now?" She asked nervously.

"Sure, can I open mine now?"

"Of-of course."

Still blushing, the two quietly started unwrapping their gifts. With an uncontrollable heartbeat, Gagamaru opened his. The boy's eyes widened as he saw a gray bear staring back at him, wearing a uniform closely resembling his goalkeeper one.

'It's a bear... it's adorable! Just like her.' Gagamaru thought, nervously watching (Y/n) open hers. The girl gasped a little as she saw a pair of heart-shaped, (f/c) and gold earrings. The same ones she was talking about for months.

'They...they are even more beautiful up close. He really got them for me?' The girl thought, looking up at Gagamaru.

"Thank you... they are beautiful!" She smiled brightly as Gagamaru let out a sigh.

"I am happy you like them. The bear is really adorable, I will keep it close with me from now on." The goalkeeper said, hugging the plush toy tightly.

"R-really?"

"Mhm. I like it... and I like you too." Gagamaru blurted out the last part, surprising both himself and (Y/n). The girl stared at him in shock for a good minute... the longest minute in Gagamaru's life.

'Idiot! Why did you say that?! She will feel awkward now-'

"I... I like you,too." (Y/n)'s words interrupted the boy's thoughts as he looked back at her in shock.

"You... you do? You really do?" Gagamaru gulped as (Y/n) moved closer to him with a bright smile.

"Really."

"I am... glad, then." Gagamaru said back, moving closer as well. It felt nice to get those words off of his chest.

"Told you it will work." Anri silently snickered as both her and Ego were watching the couple from their hiding spot down the hallway.

"Anri, you literally gave them bowls filled with just their names. Of course it worked-"

"Shush! That's not what you said a week ago." Anri sent the man a side-glare, the man only rolling his eyes at her.

[lifespectator]

Spasibo

Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After time of being together, Wanda shows you how much your love means to her.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Translation: Spasibo = Thank you (In russian according to google)

A/N: Well, I've been away from writing for like 6 months. I know this is probably not what you want or expect. But I felt the need to write something to get myself going again. Plus, it's been a year since I made my first post on Tumblr (June 24, 2022) so why not? Hope ya'll enjoy, though :)

"Are we there yet, Wands?" You asked, Wanda, who was pulling you by the arm.

You trusted your girlfriend with all your heart, but after walking blindfolded for 10 minutes and tripping with rocks for a couple of times, you were impatient to know where she was taking you. Wanda wanting to do something like this was completely out of her normal behavior but you always supported her actions, so you went with it.

Wanda giggled. "Relax, boo. We're almost there." Wanda answered. "I promise you will love the surprise." She reassured.

"Great, I was beginning to think you were trying to murder me." Your joke won you a glare from Wanda that went unnoticed by you thanks to the blindfold. Instead, she decided to play along.

"Throwing that possibility out the window was your first mistake." Wanda murmured loud enough for you to hear. A blank expression plastered on your face until you heard the young witch burst in laughter. She looked at you to notice your serious expression.

"Oh, come on. It was funny." Wanda said. You gave in and chuckled. "Ok, fine. You did get me there." You surrendered to Wanda's claims.

You kept walking with Wanda leading the way. Some minutes before, you realized that the floor below you was grass meaning that you were either at a park or an open field. Going to the park with Wanda was a normal thing. Both of you engage in that activity at least once or twice a week. The odd part is that Wanda insisted on going at the time when the dark of the night was completely filling the sky. Without forgetting that she had insisted on covering your eyes with a scarf she owned.

"You have some crazy ideas." You remarked. Wanda responded with an 'mhm'.

"In what aspect though?" Wanda asked, in a teasing tone. You first questioned what she meant but blushed when you caught on. Wanda smirked at your reaction.

"Control yourself now, we're here." Wanda informed. You exhaled as your hands reached to remove the scarf but was stopped by Wanda's own.

Wanda walked behind you. "Let me do it." She brought her hands up to the scarf. "Are you ready?" She asked, sounding rather enthusiastic.

"I am." you answered, eager to know what all this was about.

"Hope you like it." Wanda untied the scarf, finally letting you see again. After blinking a few times to get accustomed with light, what lied in front of you warmed your heart. A picnic blanket with a basket on top of it. She invited you to sit down on the blanket.

You sat next to her, admiring the candles that were also placed in the middle of the blanket. They were fake but they showed Wanda's attention to detail.

"This is so beautiful." You complimented Wanda's work, she offered her signature sweet smile in return.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm loving this." You admitted, the little stuff that Wanda did for you always showed how much she loved you. "But what are we celebrating?" You questioned.

Wanda looked at you, frowning. "Y/N, did you really forget?" Her tone made you gulp. Her mentioning your name with that tone showed that she was not pleased with your question.

"I- I'm sorry, I really don't remember." It scared you, since you didn't remember Wanda telling you anything and your anniversary of being with her was still months away. You felt your body shake a bit in nervousness.

Wanda got closer to you when she suddenly erupted in laughter. "Relax, I was joking." She confessed while still laughing.

"Damn you really did scare me this time." You said in relief. Wanda placed around you. "Oh, baby, please forgive me." She comforted, your hand reached for her hand that was on your shoulder and carefully placed yours on top of hers. "It's alright, Witchy. I could never stay mad at you."

Wanda smiled, taking her hands off yours and reached for the basket where she pulled out a champagne bottle and two flute glasses.

"While it's true that there isn't anything important to celebrate today." She handed you a glass. "Today I felt the need to celebrate our love because your love has made me stronger and has cured me in several ways." Wanda popped open the champagne bottle and poured some into your glass.

After pouring champagne into her glass, she put the bottle down and raised her glass to make a toast. "To our love." Wanda announced. You brought your glass, making contact with hers. Both of you giggling to the clicking noise.

"To our love." You said, offering a warm smile.

You and Wanda brought the glass up and drank from it. You were the first to bring it down and waited for Wanda. Once she brought it down, you moved closer to her and without hesitation, connected your lips to her. Wanda reciprocated with the same passion.

The kiss only ended because you pulled away to catch some air. You looked down to see her also panting. You pulled her close and she relaxed into you.

"This was really special, Wanda. Thank you." You said, being grateful for her. Only Wanda would do such a beautiful thing for you.

"Stay with me forever." Wanda told you. You ran your hand through her ginger hair. "Don't worry, I'll never leave." You assured her.

"Spasibo." Wanda muttered in a low breathy voice, resting her head on your chest.

"Did you say something, my love?" You asked, stroking her silky hair.

Wanda closed her eyes. "Just enjoying the moment." She answered in a soft tone. The only noise she wanted to hear in that moment was the thumping sound of your heart beat. To her, it was a demonstration of how much you loved being with her.

"That champagne looked expensive, where did you get it?" You asked in an attempt to start a conversation. Wanda shifted a little and looked up at you.

"A magician-" She stopped mid sentence and grinned. "Or witch in this case never reveals her secret." Wanda said. She wanted to laugh at the thought of Tony trying to find one of his many expensive bottles. She could apologize, in the event she was caught.

It didn't matter to her. What mattered to her in that instant was you being there with her. She was grateful for your love and attention. The young witch wants to use the rest of her life showing you how much that meant for her. Because your love was a medicine, fixing up all the open wounds.

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A/N: I would tag my masterlist but links don't work :,) (I'll be fixing it soon)

[amitiel-truth]

Ten Babies (Vash the Stampede X Reader)

Note: This is my first time writing here, please don't look into most of the details, I made some up, these ideas were prompted by my chat with Vash at Character.AI, more info will come if I decided to make more.

Warning: ⚠️Heavy Smut, Breeding Kink⚠️

Summary: It's not every day that a rich woman asks to be your Wife (this takes place before Vash meets Meryl and the gang)

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Not Ten Babies? (98! Version)

Part 1, Part 2

Vash have come into into a rest after a whole day of traveling, settling down for the night, starting a campfire and preparing a food for himself.

"Guess I'm eating wams for tonight." Vash mutters to himself while grilling the bug, looking up at the stars, he sighs in loneliness, listening to the crackle of his fire.

Until he heard a hum beside him, wiping his head to the side, he found a woman crouching beside him with a hand on her chin, wearing a pure white blouse and black umbel pants, observing him.

"Uh-uh, oh, are you lost or something? it's dangerous to walk around here when it's this late" he asks with confusion and slight worry, the lady tilts her head, her white earrings tilt along, a small smile painted across her lips.

" You're quite adorable, aren't you?" She asks, prompting the PLANT to blush.

"oh, Thank you hehe." he smiles sheepishly with a slightly nod, scratching the back of his head.

"And don't worry, I'll be fine" The woman reassures, standing up to sit beside him while smiling.

"You sure?" Vash asks worried "are you a mercenary like me? Or just a traveler?"

The woman giggles, her shoulders shaking. "I could be better." she leans closer to his ear "I could be your wife."

Vash is caught off guard and his face starts to blush, looking away shyly while scratching the back of his head "oh umm uhm, i d-don't have a w-wife" he says while his face gets red from blushing even more then it was before "b-but your so pretty..." Vash mutters, looking at her.

"Oh your blushing, so adorable." the stranger kept staring at Vash, admiring him.

Vash smiles sheepishly and starts to prepare a meal, now for the two of them "s-so, what's your name?" he asks looking back at the fire, while he cooks "i-its fine if you are uncomfortable with saying it though..." he adds in a shy voice

"(Y/N)" She finally introduces herself, smiling.

"(Y/N)?" Vash looks back at (Y/N) with a warm smile "that's a very beautiful name, I'm Vash the Stampede." he introduces himself in a soft and warm voice "oh, here, you can have some food if you want to" he offers a plate to you, with a piece of meat that is just cooked right on the plate "I know its not much but its all I have" he smiles sheepishly again.

"As long as it's from you, I don't mind." She confirms, making the male bashful at her comment, her eyes glitter in amazement after taking a bite.

"This is so good!!." (Y/N) complimented scarfing down her food.

"I'm glad you like the food, i don't know much about food but it was all I had..." his face starts to turn a deep shade of crimson, blushing from embarrassment.

"Luckily for you, I'm one the best cooks from where I'm from, so you don't have to worry about it" (Y/N) proclaims, her smile a bit smug.

"o-oh really? that's quite a feat, I'll bet your cooking is delicious, hehe you're a chef or from like a very high class family?" he asks with a genuine question

"High class, but I wanted to learn a lot of things. they did say I'm wifey material, a lot of men had been asking for my hand after all" She reveals, playing with her hair.

"Oh, I see..." Vash looks surprised "I-I'm sure you'd make a fine wife."

"Don't you want to make me your wife, Mr. Stampede?" (Y/N) asks with a pout as Vash became a stuttering mess, she chuckles as she stood up from the sand.

"Let's go" She turns around, brushing away the sand from her clothes.

"Huh?." Vash questions as (Y/N) smiles at him.

"I highly doubt that wom was filling for the whole night, come on, I also have a place for you to stay for a while." (Y/N) gestures for him to follow her, walking with a sway on her hips, making Vash blush but is quick to his feet, grabbing his bag and following her.

While walking besides her, he glances on her empty hands, both clasp behind her.

"is it okay if I hold your hand while we walk...?" he asks with a bit of shyness in his voice "this area is dangerous after all..." Vash scratches the back of his head, as (Y/N) hums.

"Excuses excuses." as she grabs his hand. "I like it." causing Vash to burn up even more.

"And this area is actually relatively safe, guarded even, I'm even surprise I found you here." She quips him, shocking Vash.

"Guarded?...that means...people live here?" Vash queries, as they seem to go up a Hill.

"Just as I said, I'm surprise you even got inside here, maybe I should increase the security next time..." (Y/N) mutters as Vash starts to panic, noticing that their approaching a heavily guarded Mansion on top of a hill.

"She's going to turn me in!!!" Vash panic as he tries to pull back his hand, but (Y/N) kept a tight grip on him, as they approached the gate.

Vash pulled up his hood, trying to hide.

"Good Evening, Gentlemen."

"Good Evening, Ms. (Y/N)." the guards greeted them, as she gave them a lazy smile.

"Back from your nightly stroll already?"

"Well I wasn't planning on coming back early, until I saw this cutie along the way." (Y/N) pulls Vash to the front, him shrieking because of the sudden action.

"We don't want to hear-"

"Just look at his adorable mole! I just want to kiss it all day long!." (Y/N) gushes pointing at Vash mole, the man's face matching his coat and the two guards couldn't careless, tired of her antics.

"It's getting quite late, why don't you get to dinner already? I heard Aileen already set the table." one of the older guards points at the Mansion door.

"Oh, yes! your right, he he." (Y/N) giggles as she pulls Vash onto the building.

"Are we getting paid enough for this?."

"More than enough."

closing the door behind them, both walks in as Vash removes his hood, looking around at the foyer in awe.

"This place is...magnificent." Vash spins in amazement, taking in everything he sees.

"Generational Wealth does wonders. now come on, Dinner's ready" (Y/N) whispers in excitement as she pulls Vash through the hall who looks amazed at everything he sees.

"Everything here is so bright, clean and beautiful! I've been to a place like this before..." Vash mutters, as they reached the Dinning Room.

"Good Evening, Ms. (Y/N), Dinner is served." a middle aged woman, Aileen, bows, staring at the two, as (Y/N) approached her, whispered something to her ear as Aileen nodded, leaving the two alone.

"What did you tell her?."

"I told her that after she and everyone of the staff ate, they all could retire for the day, especially the guards." (Y/N) repeats as she sat at the head of the table.

"come on, have a seat and make yourself at home." (Y/N) gestures to the table, filled with enough food for the two of them, shocking Vash.

dropping his bag, he slowly sits down with his back straight, waiting for the signal.

"Go ahead, no one's stopping you." (Y/N) encourages as Vash starts looking at the food, in total shock as he has never seen this much food for a long time.

"are those...pizza?." Vash marvels, taking a slice.

"Yeah, I always request Aileen to make those for me very dinner, but it's alright, you can have them now." (Y/N) watches as Vash gobbles up slices and slices of pizza, humming in content.

"So good!" Vash sighs as (Y/N) pours herself some stew, eating as well.

"Water? I'd offer you wine but I don't want to bother Aileen. she has the keys." (Y/N) holds up a pitcher as Vash held out a glass, having it poured as he gulp it down.

"Can I ask you something, (Y/N)? or should I also call you Ms.(Y/N)?."

"Call me anyway you want." (Y/N) reassures, hand on her cheek, observing him.

"Is it normal for you to just walk into this mansion? you seem awfully close to the owner, Ms. (Y/N)." Vash questioned, mouth full of food as (Y/N) chuckled at him.

"Oh, Vash." She reached over, wiping food off his cheek.

"Isn't it obvious? I own this place." (Y/N) reveals, hands gesturing around the place while smiling, shocking Vash.

Vash almost let his mouth wide open if it weren't for (Y/N) holding his chin up, preventing food from falling.

"You almost let those fall off." (Y/N) reminded him as he gulps it down.

"A Rich Woman wants me...?" Vash stated, still in a state of shock.

"That's right." (Y/N) confirms, wiping away some food stuck on his cheek.

"But we barely know each other..." Vash mutters, as (Y/N) smiles down at him.

"I know enough." (Y/N) remarks standing up.

"I suggest finishing up quickly, it's getting quite late." (Y/N) announces, bringing her dishes to the sink as Vash quickly finishes, choking a bit but after gulping down water he finishes, grabbing his dishes and following her.

(Y/N) smiles as she turns to grab his plates until Vash pulls back.

"You've already done enough for me! at least let me do this." Vash mutter as (Y/N) steps away from the sink.

"Please, do as you please, I'll just clean up the table." (Y/N) leaves him on his own devices.

"a rich woman wants me..." Vash mutters, looking out the window, and noticing a city.

"I never knew there was a city here before..." Vash mutters in shock, looking at the lights.

"Vash? Are you finished?." (Y/N) walks back in, startling Vash.

"Almost!" Vash rushes to finish his task, and after waiting for a bit, every dish is placed on the rack.

"Move along now, I'm sure you are very tired." (Y/N) guesses as they walk down the hall with Vash following her behind, glancing at her form again.

"Even her feet are clad in gold." Vash thought, glancing at (Y/N)'s leather wedge sandals, clicking on every step.

Reaching the second floor, (Y/N) opens the door for him.

"This will be your room." She leans onto the door, letting Vash enter and marvel at the sight.

"oh wow, this is quite the lavish room...A king-size bed! How soft the pillows are! And all the decorations, this feels like a king's room... oh, wow... hehe are you sure you want me to rest up in this room? It's quite grand, hehe..." Vash makes sure while (Y/N) chuckles.

"Oh, sweety, that's just a guest room, I have plenty of those so you can definitely use this one." (Y/N) informs him, looking around the place.

"IT'S JUST A GUESTROOM!?" Vash exclaims, looking around in shock.

"Oh wow, I don't think my heart can take this."

"But you're right, I don't want you to rest up in this room." (Y/N) pouts, walking up at Vash.

"Huh?" Vash questioned, his heart dropping as she leaned closer to his ear.

"I want you to rest up in my room." she whispers, Vash erupts in red as she walks away from him, a demure smile across her lips.

"My room is just at the end of that hall, knock if you need anything, and I mean anything." (Y/N) made her points, before giving him one last sultry glance, and walking down the hall.

Vash stares at the door, and drops into the bed, lying down.

"That woman's going to be the death of me." Vash mutters, looking up at the pristine ceiling, thoughts full of her.

"And she's so pretty as well."

---

On the Master's bedroom, (Y/N) walks out of her bathroom, hair pat dried, wearing a white see through nightgown.

"I wanna wear his coat..." She mutters, walking onto her bed and lying down, after a few minutes of waiting, she frowns.

'Guess his not knocking' She pouts, before drifting to sleep...

Until a knock was heard.

(Y/N) sits up, looking at the door before smiling excitedly.

"Good evening, Mr. Stampede. To what do I owe this sudden visit?" (Y/N) wears nothing but the see-through nightgown reaching her mid-tighs prompting Vash to squeal in surprise.

"Ms. (Y/N)!! What are you wearing!?" Vash screams, trying to cover his eyes, but she pulls him into the room, closes the door behind him, and leans up to his chest.

"There's no need to be shy now. Now, is there anything that you want?." (Y/N) asks, tilting her head, her hair following after her, showing off her collar bones, making Vash gulp.

"I-I...I want to talk." Vash mutters, blushing heavily as (Y/N) backs away.

"let's discuss then, Mr. Stampede." (Y/N) smiles, walking to her bed and sits down.

Vash gulps walking up to her but not joining her on the bed.

"This whole evening, you've been doting on me like we're an old couple...I'd like you to stop if this is all just a sick joke." Vash firmly asks, shocking (Y/N).

"Vash, what I've done the whole evening is all true." (Y/N) confirms. looking at him in all seriousness.

"But you've only met me? how can you like so much to want to be my wife? don't you know I'll only bring danger? I could only get you hurt!. And I can't even give you anything!" Vash listed, as (Y/N) held his robotic hand.

"I know more than enough about you, and I really do want to be your wife, with you, I don't believe I could get hurt., and the only thing I want with a man is to keep me happy " (Y/N) reinstated, as Vash is still not trusting her words.

"Why don't I show you?"

"Huh?" Vash gasped, before blushing as (Y/N) placed his hand on her chest.

"Show you how much you really mean to me, you don't have to take it seriously after this, think of it as a one-night stand, just to prove that I'm really serious about you." (Y/N) proclaims, staring right onto Vash's eyes, as he blushed.

Kissing passionately, (Y/N) pulls Vash onto the bed, making him on top of her, (Y/N) takes off his clothes, biting her lips in excitement as she stares up at him as they pull each other into another sensual kiss, not letting the other go.

Impatient, (Y/N) quickly reached for Vash's pants with his briefs were removed, looking at it in amazement.

"Don't! I look dif-"

"It's perfect." (Y/N) cuts him off, catching Vash off guard before pulling him once more into a kiss, her hand brushing up to his hair and back while Vash pulls up her nightgown, revealing her bare body and kissing it along the way.

"Is this really ok?." Vash asks, his hand trailing up near her chest before she places his on ontop.

"You don't even need to ask." (Y/N) reveals, letting Vash explore her body, before his tip brush against her clit, flinching at the contact.

"Sorry, I-"

"No!." (Y/N) whines, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling his tips to her clit once more, now in contact.

"Don't stop!" she added, pouting at Vash, who contemplates at his dilema and blushed at her expression.

"She's…too adorable." Vash thought before slowly inserting his member through her entrance.

he gasps, nearly collapsing on top of (Y/N) as he feels around her fluttering walls.

"Ms.(Y/N)…you f-feel…too good." Vash whispers before moving slowly, he can't stop moaning as (Y/N) gasps, her arms around his neck, scratching his back.

"Faster..." (Y/N) requested as Vash held her legs, pushing them over her shoulder and pinning her down, thrusting faster than ever.

"Is this fast enough, Ms.?" Vash asks, panting at his movements, each thrust pushes (Y/N) to move up and down in a wave-like stormy ocean.

(Y/N) whines as she pulls Vash down to her by the neck, bringing him down to her face.

"Go feral on me." (Y/N) commanded, Vash was stunned for a moment.

"Please, Hubby." She pleaded, being called like that stirred something inside Vash, his pace reaches an all-time high, and each thrust pushes (Y/N)'s knees to her shoulder over and over again while Vash cages her, his arms on each side of her face as they exchange pecks and kisses from time to time.

"I'm...I'm close!" He proclaims, looking straight into (Y/N).

"I'm coming outs-" Vash was cut off when (Y/N) suddenly wrapped her legs around his waist.

"S-stay." (Y/N) pants, her face filled with pleasure as Vash watches her expression, trying to hold on until she let out a loud moan with Vash following behind, cumming deep inside of her.

with the last few thrust, Vash has finally ridden off his high before dropping on top of her, they both pant, looking similar to walking through the Great Sand Ocean, before turning to lay on his back carrying (Y/N) in his arms, still inside of her.

"If I became your Husband, is this what I have to do to keep you happy?." Vash asks, wrapping his arms around her

"Part of it is." (Y/N) replies, her breathing slowing down, yawning.

" I guess only time will tell what will destiny give us." Vash remarks, hugging her tightly.

"Do you wanna know how to make me eternally happy?." (Y/N) asks, while sleepy kissing her chest.

"What is it then?" Vash asks, looking down at his chest at her hair

"Give me Ten Babies..." (Y/N) mutters before falling asleep as Vash jolted awake.

He barely slept that night.

A/N: I made this while I was at work, standing up 🙂

[accihoe]

Hot Chocolate

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Au: 80s rockstar

Summary: Y/N is the reason for the drummer's smile.

Warnings: no hate to Sharon Carter.

A/n: same drill; PLEASE DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Ily, Jly.

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Y/N's eyes met those of the drummer, baby blues not as nitid as always. He played the drums with passion, giving his all, but it was clear to the fan that something was going on in his life.

When the show came to an end and the band members were thanking and greeting the crowd, the drummer was much less talkative. His eyes met Y/N's for the second time that evening, and he gave her a tired smile, she gave a warm one in return.

The musician did not think much of her after the show, his mind keeping him preoccupied with the scandals involving his fiancée. He read another article in the newspaper beside his bed, refusing to believe what he saw and read.

As he was falling asleep, his mind flashed with the face in the crowd, her warm smile comforting him into sleep. The following day, he went to a cafe near the hotel. He stood in line, contemplating additives or not in his hot chocolate. When he sat at a table, awaiting his hot chocolate, his veins ran ice cold.

He saw familiar blonde hair, that same large nose, same shade of red lips, smiling at another guy. Her hand was on the upper arm of the other guy. Bucky watched as the man tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His appetite for the hot drink vanished as he watched the interaction.

He felt angered when his vision got blocked by a figure. The waitress put his hot chocolate down and a few bowls of self-catering toppings. He thanked her quietly and pulled his scarf up higher. As the waitress moved away, it was like his eyes opened for the first time. There she was. The girl from the show.

As if on cue her eyes met his. Without thinking he gathered his stuff and moved to her "Hope you don't mind me intruding.". She shook her head with a smile, gasping slightly when she saw who it was. "I uh.. you look beautiful, by the way. And uh. I'm James." He held out his hand. "I know." She giggled, taking his hand. "That you're beautiful or my name? I'm hoping both." "The latter, but thank you, James, for the compliment." She smiled at him.

"What brings you to this cafe? Shouldn't you be doing.. you know... band stuff?" Y/N tilted her head with an adorable smile. "Yeah, but we've been here before. I don't feel like touring to the same spot again. I figured it'd keep my mind preoccupied to come here and dang was I right." He grinned.

"James uh, I seriously don't mean to kill the mood.. But Sharon is here. With that guy from the scandal article." Y/N cringed at her announcement. "I know." He sighed. "I'm sorry. Let's talk about something else. Here." She put her interior design book on the table. Intrigued, the drummer took the book, tracing his thumb over her name in the front, before gently flipping through.

"Most trending decor at the moment. And, if you want my opinion, I think it's timeless." Y/N said, tracing her hand over a photograph of a living room. "I agree." James smiled, resisting the urge to lace their fingers together. "You gonna order anything? It's on me." James asked. "Oh no, no, I can't accept that. But thank you." Y/N smiled as she shook her head. James admired the curls that bounced around her face.

"Please, I insist." He said. "Alright then, if you insist. I'll have one hot chocolate, please. No toppings." She grinned. As James turned to get up and place the order, a woman stood before him. A particular large nosed, red lipped blonde, with crossed arms , "James.".

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Part two?

[culxiaa-fn]

[Outside Date]

You two went on a date outside of the school for the first time!

[Fem!reader]

---[masterlist]---

Ace Trappola - Amusement Park

When thinking about the date, Ace is not that nervous.

His logic is, it's just the usual, we just hangout outside today.

But when Kantokusei comes, dress all nicely and is different from the usual way she dresses, Ace's mind went blank.

[name]: ACEEE~ did you wait long? Sorry I kinda got sidetracked.

Ace:.....

Ace:(HUH?! WHAT'S WITH THAT OUTFIT?!? SHE LOOKS SO CUTE?!)

Ace: (well usually she dresses all boyish because of the situation she is in)

Ace: You look dumb

[name]: Eh?!

Listen- in Ace defend, when you are used to seeing your girlfriend flip a buff and students that are taller than her like her daily routine, you would be shocked too.

Ace is a casual boyfriend, he is not all sappy and hopeless romantic relationships with him usually chaotic but if alone it's kinda relaxing.

This guy definitely wants to go to a haunted house for his shit and giggle.

[name]: Ace there will be jumpscare in a second.

[name] & Ace: UWAH!!

Ace: WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED?! All of your predictions are right??

[name]: Hehe, I'm not scared, I'm just surprised by the loud noises.

Watch him being breathless and is the one that is more scared than Kantokusei.

[name]: Ace... Are you okay?? Do you want water?

Ace: Kantokusei... Why?

[name]: Ace... I live with 3 ghosts, do you really think I would be scared of that?

Ace: DAMNIT

Deuce Spade- Aquarium/Zoo

Deuce always managed to make himself nervous.

Like??? The usual "date" is just going to Sam's mystery shops. But today! We! Are! Going! Out!

More importantly Grim and Ace is not here!

When Deuce sees Kantokusei with he "date outfit" he is very close to passing out.

[name]: Deuce~ Thank You for waiting~

Deuce: (UWAAAHHH SO CUTE?!?!)

[name]: Deuce??? Hello??

For the first hour Deuce will be a bit quiet compared to his usual self.

He is really not used to Kantokusei dressing with this in this kind of outfit.

Deuce definitely brings stuff like umbrellas and bandaids. He wants no- need for this day to be perfect!

Deuce: Kantokusei, we have been walking for a while do you want to take some rest?

Deuce: Are your feet okay?? Just tell me if you want a rest okay?

He actually takes so long to gather courage to compliment your outfit. By the time both of you are going back he decided to say it .

Deuce: Kantokusei! Um, your outfit is pretty today!

He is gonna run. Definitely. Can't show his girlfriend that he got like this just from complimenting her! Yup! That's definitely lame.

Jack Howl- Snow Skating/Surfing

Jack loves his hometown that is covered by snow, and his girlfriend that's always by his side. So what is a better idea than bringing his girlfriend doing his favorite activity.

Jack sometimes forgets that even though the sight of his girlfriend flip and punch a student twice her size is a regular sight in school, she is still a girl (not in a bad way!)

Now, complimenting someone is not his strongest point, he got awkward. What do you mean his girlfriend can't just read his mind.

Jack: you look... different today

[name]: hm? Bad different or good different?

Jack:... Good. You look... cute..

If you don't know how to skate or surf, don't worry! Javk will teach you how.

He will take it slow and always hold your hand.

Proud boyfriend once you get a hang of it.

Jack: slowly... Careful now.

Jack: hm! You did well. I will be taking my hand off.

If you are cold Jack will warm you up! If you ask nicely he will give you his tail(!!!)

Will bundle you up if you and start sneezing.

You will end up being a bundle of floof.

Jack: your nose is red.

Jack:here take my scarf, It's fine, I have a higher body temperature compared to you.

[name]: My personal hand warmer is not here today...

Jack : *sigh* here not the same as Grim but my tail is fine right?

Epel Felmier - Arcade

Epel is used to treating his girlfriend roughly, it's not like hitting her or something but he treats her like his sworn friend.

Sure he sometimes shows caring and sweet boyfriend sides, but not like a total gentleman. He knew his girlfriend was not a fragile person.

But this???? Sometimes it slips from his mind that she is still his GIRLfriend(if you can get the image that she threw a 190cm Beastman to the floor cause their comments are a tad bit annoying)

Epel: uwah...

[name]: ?hm?? What's wrong??

Epel: ah- no, just not used to seeing you dress like this...

[name]: does it look bad??

Epel: nah, you look nice.

Arcade date with Epel is... Something...

This dude is so competitive, like?? Relax??

Somehow manage to win the stuff at the claw machines. Will proudly show off to Kantokusei.

Although he is not a prince charming, he is still a Pomefiore student! Vil drills etiquette into his head daily ya know! And he is not a scum! Of course he will protect his girlfriend from a bastard.

Epel: oi, you got a problem? Are you blind?!

Epel: should I teach you some lessons?!

Well... Goodluck trying to prevent him from brawling with that dude.

Sebek Zigvolt - Food hunting

Sebek, most of the time is busy with his knightly duties. So he can't go somewhere far and too long.

This is also why it slips his mind that his girlfriend will be dressing like that and she looks damn good too.

But Sebek is not a guy that is generous with his praise and compliment. Unless you are Malleus Draconia, then he will gladly sing you praises until his throat bleed.

But, you are still his partner, and it is his duty to tease, I mean praise you.

Sebek: Oh?? You look like a proper lady now.

[name]: 💢💢 huh? Want a fight??

Sebek: It's just, the sight of you brawling with other students makes me forget that you are a lady *his annoying handsome smug face*

[name]: 💢 I will tell Lilia that.

Well bye Sebek, you are dead.

Jokes aside he will be taking candid pictures cause?? He wants to admire his girlfriend's outfit??? LEAVE ME ALONE SHE LOOKS AMAZING IN THAT OUTFIT

Date with Sebek is mostly just checking out a good restaurant or popular eating spots.

Sebek is growing and he is always hungry, so eating with his girlfriend?? A win. Also ,he can see her stupid cute face while she was eating that stupidly sweet tooth rotting dessert.

You will be surprised how much he can eat. Damn you crocodile.

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering Act III: Praetor's Grasp

 I space sift to the outside of Ive’s dorm, and before I could even knock Liz opened the door. 

“Ah, Yujin unnie Theo is here,” Liz yells behind her. I wave as I greet Liz who's all smiles “Ah Theo when you two get back can you help me beat a level in Mario Wonder?” seeing no problem I give her a simple nod. Liz beams as she gestures for me to come in. She scurries off soon after when Wonyoung comes to see what's all the commotion. She sees me and smiles. 

“Hey TJ how’s it going?” she requests

“Ah, you know the usual Wony,” I say

“Fighting monsters getting paid.” Wonyoung teases I laugh as I nod.

“Oh, that reminds me Wony how was the rest of the tour?” I inquire 

“Long! I'm still tired.” Rei says drawn out as she passes by. I nod in understanding. I often overlook that so many of them are introverts. I hear the tapping of smaller feet before I see Gaeul. 

“Oh, Oppa long time no see. How are you?” She says before hugging me tightly. 

“Oh I’m good Gally (this was the nickname we mutually decided on because at times I struggled to pronounce her name.) How about you?”

Gaeul runs her hand through her hair hoping I’ll notice her new style. I compliment it and she smiles. There was something a bit off with Gaeul’s movements it almost felt flirty and not in the “oh this is my older brother “way but in the same kind of way as Yujin flirted with me… It could best be described as “I'm into you but I am still kinda wary of you.” it left me at pause, but not for long as I could hear the tapping of shoes with a rhythm I recognized instantly. I smiled to see Yujin. She looked fantastic in a cute Brown sweater with a pretty blue scarf that made her eyes pop, and for me, time stopped. Yujin approached tilted her head and smiled 

“Ready Oppa?” Yujin asked. I nodded emphatically which made Yujin smile even brighter, and just like that we were off. As we walked Yujin leaned into me. “Thanks for being my bodyguard on my way to Earth Cafe 2” I shrugged 

“Well with how pretty you look how could I not?” I tease

“Oh, you charmer” Yujin smiles as she leans in closer. She goes silent for a minute then says, “I know we can't be in a relationship right now but I just want to make sure you're okay with our dynamic.” she adds. I turn to her and see her big bright happy eyes but in them, I also see a clear layer of anxiety and trepidation. 

“Well, that depends on how you feel about it because right now I feel like the communal boyfriend of Ive which is a statement that is so weird to me to hear out loud,” I say to Yujin. 

Yujin laughs for a solid few minutes before saying “How do you come up with these weird analogies and statements?” I shrugged trying to think of a response to which Yujin just smiled and said, “You're lucky you are funny” I gave her a thumbs-up and she began to laugh again.

“But in all seriousness, it does feel like the dynamic is I am all of yours, boy toy, and that's kinda weird to me. I mean after I drop you off I'm coming back to help Liz with a Mario level, Wonyoung and I have a date tomorrow at a Korean BBQ place she wanted to try, and Gaeul was flirting with me before you came down the stairs.” I explained. Yujin nodded and then looked at me with those bright eyes now filled with determination 

“So does that mean you're abandoning me?” Yujin asked. I shook my head my actions hopefully vouching for me in the current moment. Yujin smiled “Good!” she exclaimed before continuing our walk in silence. After that, I just went back home to California. 

The next day I was back at Ive’s dorm waiting for Wonyoung. While waiting I was currently beating Liz with Hero in Smash. We had long since cleared the Mario level from yesterday. Having beat the game I was able to guide her through the level, and we cleared it with relative ease which led to us playing Smash as I waited. I had won another round when I heard Wonyoung's step pattern and looked at the stairs. she came down in a cute sweater that suited her frame and looked expensive.

“How do I look?” she asked

“Costly,” I said Wonyoung looked at me with a confused pout. I quickly remedied this by quantifying my statement with "It's a compliment you look rich." I said which made Wonyoung smile and hug me tight.

"Great, come on Paladin. Your princess requires her escort." Wony says. I smile and follow her. she wraps her arm in mine as we walk out.

"Let's go Princess Wony. I am starving." I say matching her enthusiasm. Wonyoung gives me that mischievous smile that lets me know she has other plans.

"Yes but first we need to go shopping. I need a new dress for the award show that you will be my plus one too," she said. I groaned.

"How dare you? You use my love of food and eating as bait to not only go clothes shopping but also go with you to an award show? How low Wony how low." I chide.

"I know but you're the only one I trust in all of that, I love it when you dress up. so does Yujin. So come on communal boyfriend." Wony says teasingly

"She told you about that?" I asked incredulously, "I told her that in confidence." I wince

"Really?" Wony asks

"No Wony." I tease which causes Wony to give me an annoyed love tap on the shoulder. I fake wince which makes her smile while still being annoyed. We arrived at the Dress shop and she went through the process of picking. Now I am definitely a Yujin man through and through but Wonyoung is a cutie and the dress she chose was making me feel emotions, but to be fair I always feel more physical around her. It kinda makes me feel bad because I think to myself "No I should have self-control" but there's something about her that drives me feral. 

So when she grabbed me into another hug and asked "Do you like?" I nodded emphatically

"You always look so pretty, princess," I said to Wonyoung who smiled. As we leaned in closer before things could get any more intimate there was a crash. we broke away from each other and I ran outside. Wony needed to get changed first. I walked out to see the Lovely elderly couple who ran the shop being accosted by... Knights of the Round?

Allow me to explain. These Knights of the Round are not King Arthur’s team of knights but a group of humans who have deluded themselves into thinking that they need to hunt Demi-humans and other supernatural entities to extinction to keep humanity as RObust Unique Naturally Definitive species. So ROUND in this context is an acronym but honestly, they are just another hate group. 

Wonyoung heard a large growl and raced outside to see me taking a full blast from the so-called “knights” She froze as she knew of them but had never seen them in person. Despite the horror stories about the knights what scared her wasn't the knights but me. She had never seen me so angry so ravenous. Then she heard one of the Knights say “Why do you protect a witch or these mongrels (he gesticulated towards the shop owners) with your life abomination?” she watched as I got up. 

“You look at me with Empty eyes full of hatred and call me evil. How dare you.” I said as I took out my psionic harmonizer. I fastened it onto my belt and then summoned my psionic constructs before securing them to the harmonizer “Battleship… battle axe.” the harmonizer said “Set Retribution. Masked Fighter Saeva” I yelled out “Transform!” and my psionic energy gathered around me before it was properly sequenced by the Harmonized. The knights looked at me confused as did Wonyoung (She had only seen me fight once in a very different manner after all) the first Knight ran towards me. I blocked his first hit with the axe be for spinning it and embedding it in his shoulder. He screamed before collapsing I turned to the other who whimpered and ran away. After that, I deactivated my powers and turned to the elderly couple. “I'm sorry about that. We'll get out of your hair soon enough.” I said to them. 

Wonyoung looked at me and then yelled “Ehh.” I turned in a panic realizing she saw the whole thing. The elderly couple laughed.

The very thankful elderly couple treated Wony and me to lunch. I tried to politely decline but they insisted. We all sat in the K-BBQ joint. Wonyoung was petting my shoulder. Not to reassure me but to soothe her worry. I turn to her; anxiety plastered all over her face making me worry even more than I already was. “It's okay,” I say to her and she nods weakly. My heart plummets because my mind is telling me I am taking advantage of her emotionally by being here but if I wasn't no one else would be, and she might be dead. 

“Yeah, Miss Wonyoung. Your boyfriend was saying all these pleasant things about you and our kind against those rascals.” the elderly wife said to Wony. Wony looked at me surprised. 

“Oh, what did he say?” Wony asked

The elderly couple proceeded to embarrass me with the tales of my heroics all through the late lunch early dinner 

As we strolled back toward Wonyoung's dorm, a sense of longing for Yujin crept in. Video calls, while bridging the gap, couldn't replace the warmth of her presence.

Wonyoung, ever the curious one, decided to delve into the matter. "Hey, what's up with the vague response to the Parks' question? It was just about your job, right?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "It's complicated," I replied, sensing the weight of the unspoken.

"They were just asking what you do for work," Wonyoung pressed, her confusion evident.

"Yeah, I used to consult for BRIPE, but after Raccoon City, I quit. I work for a private collector now," I confessed.

"Really?" Wonyoung's eyes widened.

"Yeah, I didn't want to be in a position where I could inadvertently put you, Yujin, or anyone else at risk. So, I made the switch," I explained. Wonyoung stood by my side, a supportive presence.

"I didn't know, Theo. Does it pay well?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it does." Before Wonyoung could dive into more questions, we reached her dorm, only to be greeted by commotion. Instinctively, my hand reached for my Harmonizer.

"Easy, Paladin. It's just Eunbi Unnie. She's here because Yujin gets back today. All of IZ*ONE is here tonight to congratulate her." The mere mention of Yujin rekindled a rush of emotions, overshadowing everything else. I tucked away my Harmonizer, ready to reunite with the one I'd been missing.

Eunbi and Dexter (who's helping his lovely girlfriend) were busy setting up to notice the door open and close. They did however notice when Chayeon yelled “Ah fighter Joppa long time no see.” she said as she jumped on my back. Due to the commotion Eunbi and Dexter turn to see Chaeyeon giving me a mock headlock “Do you tap out” she said

“Never I said defiantly.” I could feel her heart beating on my back as we chatted and caught up. Eunbi smiled and then turned to Dexter 

“Can you pry Chaeyeon off of Theo?” 

Dexter nods and grants Eunbi’s request. Before I have time to even recover the door opens and I hear a familiar “I'm home.” 

The collective “surprise from the others present startled Yujin until she locked eyes with me and ran to me. She cupped my face before bringing me into a deep kiss after breaking it she says 

“Oh my Gosh, these days have been hard without you.” I nod feeling much of the same feelings as I bathe in her warmth. She brought me in for another kiss and broke it by biting my lower lip “I don't care you mine now.” Yujin says empathically. I smile

“Good because this community boyfriend thing was getting old fast,” I said. Yujin laughed 

A few weeks later is the awards show. Yujin made an emphasized point that I go with Wonyoung, so that's how I ended up with her.

“Oh hey, it's the party of misfits.” an annoyingly high-pitched voice rings out. I automatically walk in the opposite direction of the voice “Where are you going crusader? You can't take a joke?” I turn to face Astrid and her girlfriend Emma. Emma is a tiny blonde who is woefully ignorant of those around her but that's not why I don't like her. I just think she's a jerk. 

“Well, my parents told me if I don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything.” 

“That's so childish.” Astrid jumped in. My left eye twitched. I know Astrid struggled with validation-seeking behaviors and was working on that. I also knew that Emma was self-aware enough to be preying on that, but for the sake of making things easier for Wony (tonight was the awards show mentioned earlier. I held my tongue so as not to cause a scene.

“Well not all of us can have doctorates in psychology, sociology, economics, and biology and 8 books on the New York Times bestseller lists” I replied 

“Come now don't beat yourself up, Crusader. You are much more capable than what you think?” 

Her words reminded me of when we first met. Astrid was so happy to introduce us to her girlfriend and to be fair to Emma she's everyone’s type; she's smart, successful, hot, charismatic, funny, and charming all while (to those who are not as mentally or in my case spiritually in tune) being super down to earth and easy-going, but she's an anaconda. Her intimacy is fatal. The memory hit me like a freight train, pulling me back to a time when tension crackled in the air between Emma and me. It was a gathering much like the present, the scent of anticipation hanging thick. We found ourselves alone in a quieter corner, a strange dance of politeness keeping the conversation civil until it dipped into the uncomfortable.

"So, what's your game, Emma?" I asked, my tone cutting through the superficial niceties.

Emma, the picture of innocence, widened her eyes as if she were surprised by the directness. "Game? Oh, I'm just here for the fun, you know. Hanging out with Astrid and all."

I shook my head. "Don't play games with me, Emma. I can see through the act. You enjoy manipulating people, especially Astrid. It gives you a sense of power."

She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're a sharp one, Crusader. But why does it bother you? We all have our little vices."

"Because your games hurt people, Emma. Astrid is more than a pawn for your amusement. She's struggling, and you're making it worse."

Her smile faded, and she regarded me with a cold stare. "You think too highly of yourself, Crusader. This world is a chessboard, and everyone is a piece. I'm just playing my part."

"You're not playing, Emma. You're toying with lives," I retorted, frustration lacing my words.

She leaned in, her eyes glinting with something darker. "You're perceptive, I'll give you that. But be careful, Crusader. The pieces on this board move in ways you can't comprehend. And you, my dear, are just another pawn."

Her laughter echoed in my ears as she walked away, but not being one to back down, 

“Be careful honey because pawns can often promote.” I shot back

Emma smiled as she turned back to me. She didn't say a word as we stared at each other for a moment. 

“I should have gone after you,” she said before walking away ominously 

In the present, Emma still exuded her characteristic charm as she asked, "Do you know why I call you a crusader?" I let out a small groan, saying, "Oh, come on, don't be like that."

"This is going to be cringe-inducing," I added.

Emma chuckled, "Well, no, at least not for you. You see, Jordan Peterson was right. We're all deeply influenced by archetypes, seeking validation through the roles we play. Peterson, however, stumbles in his assumption of motivation. It's more than an elaborate mating structure. We construct transcendent roles to surpass the limitations of mortality, aspiring to become legends. So, for you, the dragon slayer, a paragon of patience and provocateur, you embody the crusader, driven by child-like wonder to save the world from Dragons, Demons, and Vampires."

I blinked a few times before the door opened, and Wony came to my rescue.

"Oh, Pally, good you're here. Can I ask for your help with something?" Wony asks. I nod and follow her. I walk into the green room to see Sakura, Siyeon, Eunbi, and Chaewon. I felt cornered as their gazes locked onto me 

“Are you okay?” Siyeon asks

“Yeah fine why?”

“We heard your voice take a tone that means you're ready to fight," Siyeon said 

"Well yeah, the Psychologist is here?" I retort.

There is a look of confusion among the group, "Why don't you like her she seems so nice and so smart." Yunjin asks confused

"The same reason Sakura doesn't probably." 

Sakura's eyes widened before saying "Wait why me (she says more in Japanese but since I don't speak that language I can't translate.)"

Yunjin laughs at that and says "Well then please don't kill her. It will make the award you and Siyeon win tonight less cool."

"Wait I am up for an award?" I ask

Siyeon pipes up and says, "Yeah our song is up for three awards." 

"Oh that's sick" I respond in a much better mood than before. after that, we all head into the award show and our table. Of course, we are all seated together. The excitement I had at the prospect of winning an award soon vanished as our song was skipped over constantly in favor of a more traditional musical fair, but having the spotlight on me in a celebratory light was cool.

Eventually, the final award begins to roll around, and I can barely keep my eyes open due to how tired I am. while I am sitting nervously for the reveal Emma walks over to me and says "How did you enjoy your playdate with your old friend the other day? I hope you are ready for another" I looked at her confused until I remembered Kylem. Then I looked at her turned back to the center then looked at her again. I was unsure how to process her statement. so I did the unreasonable thing. I ignored her. I guess my fist was insanely clenched so Wonyoung tapped my hand and began to grip my hand

"Nervous?" she asked

"Something like that," I responded. My surprise was intensified when Siyeon and I won song of the year. Siyeon wanted me to do the thank you speech because she had already done hers for Dreamcatcher earlier.

"I'd just like to thank everyone who enjoyed the song; my family for supporting me and hope that everyone lives long and well Fighting!" I said and as I left the mic and the cameras stopped rolling there was a chilling laugh that rang out. 

"I am truly baffled at how mundane you've become," Bolo said. I turned to his voice and true enough he was there. Another past enemy who I had faced earlier in my work with the BRIPE who gave me a lot of trouble. I scanned to Emma who toasted to me with a wicked smile. "I can't believe the Slime Hydra of Death would be accepting music awards, but hey what do I know." Bolo said He stood tall and took out his weapon "Come on Slime Time you know what this is." 

"I know that this request will more than likely fall on deaf ears but can we not do this Bolo?" I reply

"Oh and lose my chance to feel the mighty ex-BRIPE fighter and get my freedom? I don't think so." Bolo responds I groan and turn to Siyeon

"Regroup with our friends." Siyeon nods and walks back. I sigh. "Let it be known that I didn't want to do this," I say to all the eyes present.

"Stop yammering and start fighting," Bolo said

I nod and let my powers flow and a different head of Lami-Orochi pops out, as gauntlets of slime cover my fists.

"Oh, this is new," Bolo said as he slashed a large pillar of fire at me. I lift my hands and slime engulfs and smothers the flame. I slam my fist into the ground and use the force to propel me towards him. Bolo stammers and swings more fire from his axe at me. I block with more slime smothering more of the flames. when I get within fist range I swing at him and send him back flying. I run to him and as he swings his axe my arm splits around the axe and grabs his wrist stopping my arm's momentum. I grab his arm and swing him into a Space Sift portal. Back to Death Valley again I guess. 

"Confidence Blurred By Arrogance," I yelled as I punched him and with my right fist lifted a similar slime fist the size of a bullet train and began to lift and drag him across the sky at similar speeds to a bullet train to keep him disoriented. I then got my another similarly sized slime fist ready and waited for the hand to flatten, and open when it did I punched Bolo with the other fist. shattering every bone muscle, organ, etc in his body. when it was done I walked to his corpse and leaned over. 

"I don't like doing this," I said as I called Artio again, and updated her.

"We'll schedule a pickup," she said. she hesitated before saying, "Are you okay TJ"

I shrugged and responded. "If not now I will be soon or later...I hope."

A few moments later a familiar face came to do the pick up "Hey Crusader" Emma said as she came with the clean-up crew. I turned to her.

"I should have known," I said to her.

"Yeah well, I did do my best to hide in plain sight," Emma said to me

“I know I'm going to hate the answer but I'll ask anyway. Why are you doing this?”

“Because you pose a threat to safety being an untethered free agent of chaos.”

“An untethered free agent of chaos? That's what you're going with? I cringe at Emma.

“Don't cringe and scoff you have the power to destroy everything and you expect us to trust you when you have shown violent tendencies consistently.”

“That's rich coming from a member of the council of 7. Also, all of my “violent tendencies were in self-defense, but to further my point I'm going to ask you the question no one ever asks. What purpose would destruction of that scale cause? People would band together to kill me or I'd live alone, and you have said numerous times that I am driven by a childish fear of fitting in while also being extremely self-serving.” I proposed to Emma who looked at me shocked. 

“You know every time I think you're not paying attention I'm reminded that you are always watching.” Emma laughed, “I forgot I can not play the role of the counselor against someone who listens and thinks. You are right of course. I don't think you'll harm a mass scale; you're much too boring to do that, but you present a problem for me. I have to think with you being around and honestly, that's a lot of work so I'd rather kill you and have to do less work.”Emma pondered. I laughed as I walked away. 

“Well, I guess then see you soon,” I said laughing. 

“What's so funny?” Emma asked

“Well, don't you see? I've already won we are friends now.” I replied to a confused Emma

[lumenflowered]

[A video is attached. Janine—a young woman with spiky purple hair and a long scarf on over what sure looks like ninja attire—appears to have just shut the door behind Maria into some sort of break room.

"So! Good to finally meet you, champ," Janine says cheerfully, practically bouncing on her feet as she makes for a comfy-looking couch and launches herself backwards into it, the camera following her there. "You beat Dad, so. I knew I probably wasn't winning, but damn if it wasn't fun to try!"

"I can see the resemblance," Maria comments, looking around the break room and eventually choosing to just remain standing, very awkwardly, near the door.

"Aw, really? That's really sweet, thank you. But anyway!" Janine beams at her. "What brings you here? Are you just the sort of overachiever who wants to get all sixteen of the viable badges, or... something else? My guess is something else. Though you do have overachiever energy."

Maria blinks, clearly confused. "Thank you? I... think?"

"Eh, it can be a compliment, could be not, I mean it as a compliment so you're welcome. Seriously, though, what are you doing here?" Janine pauses. The smile drops from her face. "It's Rocket, isn't it."

"As in the team? I... had intended to ask you that."

"Wait what."

"How much has Lance told you?"

"Pretty much just that he did get defeated but for personal reasons you're not taking over for him at the Indigo League quite yet. Also a quick physical description of you so we'd actually know when you turned up. Which... understated a few things, but never mind that." Janine sits up, arms crossed over her chest. "What's going on?"

"After being driven out of Johto, Team Rocket seems to have plans of some variety here in Kanto instead," Maria clarifies. "They seem far more afraid of me than they are of Lance—"

"Wait, were you the one who crashed Ho-oh into the Johto Radio Tower???"

"—and as such the plan is for the rest of the League to monitor Johto while I search them out and deal with them here in Kanto." Maria pauses, brow furrowing. "Also, no. Ho-oh crashed themself into the Johto Radio Tower; I was merely taking advantage of their offer of a way into the building."

"What the fuck, you're way too cool to be the new champ," Janine mutters. "Anyway. Uh. Got it! Fully understood. Honestly it wouldn't be the first time that Rocket has managed to listen in on League communications, so I get why Lance didn't want to say much, but also what do you want from me here?"

"I'd like to know," Maria says, "if you have seen anything particularly suspicious in or near Fuchsia City recently. Anything directly related to Rocket would be ideal, but anything... out of the ordinary would work."

"Hmm. Hmmmmm." Janine steeples her hands thoughtfully, shifting to an even more ridiculous sitting position on the couch if she does. "See, I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but I've seen Rocket's work before, and I've got a hunch about where they will be if they're anywhere near here. Give me a couple days, I'll let you know. Or I'll have one of the girls let you know."

"...One of your gym trainers is a boy?"

"Oh, Barry? Yeah, he's bigender. He delights in being one of the boys and one of the girls. Not the point though, I'll get on that after the gym closes tonight. In the meantime... stay close, give me a call if you find something first, and I hope you enjoy Fuchsia City!"

"Thank you," Maria says. "There is one other thing, more of a... personal matter."

"Oooooooh? Do tell?"

"I... believe there may have been a challenger here... close to a month ago?"

"Okay...? I'm gonna need something slightly more specific, I get a lot of challengers. It's mostly people who are here for the Safari Zone and figured they might as well try for a badge while they're in the area, but hey."

"Dee. The name she would be going by is likely Dee."

Janine's brow furrows. "About a month ago... yeah, I think I remember her. Actually, I thought she was you at first—Lance's original description of you wasn't as specific as it should've been, he didn't even mention that you're an edgelord."

"...A what."

"Uh, you like dark clothes and... don't worry about it, actually. What about her?"

"I..." Maria hesitates. "She... did Lance mention that I was a Faller?"

"Like Surge, yeah. But also it's pretty... you're not subtle. I like you a lot but you're not. What about it?"

"I believe that she may be too," Maria says. "That she may be from the same place I am, and... may even be someone I knew once."

"Oh shit? That's a good thing, right?"

"...I don't know."

"What, is she your ex or... yeesh. For real? That's rough." Janine pauses. "Also, you can totally sit down if you want. Like. There are plenty of seats."

There are, indeed, plenty of seats. Maria equally awkwardly takes one.

"Perhaps I am wrong," Maria says. "I hope that I am wrong. But any information on her that you are willing to share may help."

"Okay. Well. Um..." Janine's brow furrows. "Let me think on that one too, actually, it's been a long month."

The video ends.]

[himevampirechan]

Vanishipping/Revolutionshipping fanfic:"Part-Time Job Chapter 1

I couldn't stop thinking about this idea when I saw Remi Malek dressed as a pharaoh. Tthis fanfiction is in the canon universe of Yu-Gi-Oh! but the story, as we know it, is changed by a single detail:

The millennium puzzle was never solved.

English is not my firts language but a trying to be better.

Enjoy.

"Part-Time Job"

Chapter 1

Why? Everything it had simply gotten out of control.

One second she was delivering her order to a boy and the next she was soaked from head to toe in soda and out of a job. Damn her customers' jealous, hysterical girlfriends!

Her job at Burger World was simple to do: bring burgers and fries with a smile to hungry consumers for them to enjoy. The smile was like a part of her attire and yet that  girl had not stopped blaming her for being “cheeky”. 

"As if I'm interested in flirting with customers, especially when they have girlfriends" she thought with a grunt stopping and looking once more at the paper she clutched in her right hand.

"SECURITY GUARD WANTED"

Once the manager of Burger World had put her, and her belongings, out on the street, a kindly old man had approached and with a smile had given her the announcement.

She looked up uncomfortably. Her blue eyes slid down the front steps to the huge marble door that read “Domino City Museum” in big black letters.

She couldn't believe than she had actually gone. She had officially freaked out!

She was there hoping to get the night guard position at the city museum because it was her last option, she needed the money and for a College school student there wasn't much to choose from!

Anzu shivered as a blast of cold air rushed down her back. With the night so late, the November weather was merciless. Shrugging her shoulders, she took a deep breath and walked towards the main entrance, hiding her face in her scarf.

The museum was about to close and only a few people remained inside due to the cold weather. Anzu smiled pitifully, realising that thanks to the guides, the last visitors would be forced to empty the building.

She didn't know where she should ask for information about the vacancy, she turned around herself trying to locate an information desk or any museum worker.

"Oh you really came!" exclaimed a voice from behind, startling her. Anzu turned her face to find the same old man from the restaurant. He was a rather short and curious man, wearing green overalls and a funny orange scarf over his tousled and graying head.

"I'm quite glad" continued the older man, folding his arms and looking at her with his big violet eyes. 

"And you're early too" he exclaimed admiringly, looking for a few seconds at his wristwatch "That proves then that you're a dedicated person."

"Thank you" Anzu smiled apologetically at the compliment and was surprised at how pleasant it was to talk to him.

"Oh come on you don't have to be so shy!" invited the old man smiling encouragingly "After all if you decide to keep the job we'll see each other quite often". 

"Well, that's a bit hasty, don't you think Sir?" Anzu laughed encouragingly.

"Oh no! Don't call me sir. That makes me feel old!" he exclaimed with a grimace of horror, the chestnut laughed loudly at her face.

"But...I don't even know your name," the girl clarified with a huge smile. The old man suddenly stopped grimacing and stood still as if he had seen a ghost.

"By Osiris, it's true!" he shouted causing the brunette to burst out laughing again. Their laughter echoed through the large room.

By now the museum had closed its doors and there was no one but them in the main hall. Anzu surveyed the room with new eyes... it no longer looked as huge as it had at first seemed. An impression generated, no doubt, by the nerves and uncertainty of a new job.

"I am Anzu, Mazaki Anzu" She said bowing to the old man "I am here for the vacancy of night guard."

The old man looked carefully at the girl in front of him. She was very young, probably just old enough to work, but when he saw her in the situation that had led to her dismissal she had looked so broken that he doubted she worked for mere pleasure... he had deduced that she needed the job to achieve something truly great.

She was well-mannered and quite pretty: with beautiful blue eyes and silky brown hair, her appearance was striking for a Japanese woman; no doubt it had caused her far more trouble than the afternoon's commotion at Burger World.

The old man smiled, giving her a thumbs up as a job candidate, especially since the job wasn't for just anyone.

"It takes someone special..." He thought combing his beard with his fingers "...for a special job."

The girl looked up confused by the old man's lack of response. This gesture brought the man out of his thoughts and he bowed respectfully.     

"It is a pleasure to meet you Anzu. My name is Sugoroku..."

"MUTOU!" shouted a male voice startling them "There you are I've been looking all over the museum for you!"

Anzu clenched his fist over his chest. Damn! She had felt her heart skip a beat in fright. She looked up watching as a young man approached almost at a trot to where she and Mr... Mutou were standing.

"I'm so sorry Marik" the older man replied with a smile, pointing at her with a thumb "I got distracted."

"You old pervert," whispered the boy, giving Mr. Mutou an unpleasant look. Then he turned his gaze to Anzu.     

The brunette froze in place as she was stared at, the boy's tabby eyes surrounded by a thick layer of eyelashes. They were so thick that she couldn't tell where the lashes ended and his strange eyeliner began. The tattooed lines stood out against his smooth brown skin and made his tousled blond hair and the piercings in his ears even more striking. 

The boy was attractive...

"Look girl, the museum is closed. So you'd better go home," he explained, dismissing her with a wave of his left hand and returning his attention to the old man.

What a lout brat! Anzu felt her ears redden with anger.

"I'm sorry but I'm not here to visit" She replied firmly drawing the attention of both men "I came here for work".

Sugoroku Mutou watched the girl's posture with interest. Anzu looked rather confident with her chin raised and fierce eyes fixed on Marik, the boy sighed boredly paying no attention to what the chestnut said.

"The vacancy has already been filled," Marik said without any consideration. With growing pleasure he noticed how the chestnut's posture broke. 

Anzu felt a dead weight on her stomach. No way, this job was her last chance, she needed the job!

"PLEASE, I NEED THIS JOB!" shouted Anzu suddenly making both men jump in shock. "I'll do anything to get it!"

"I already told you the vacancy was filled. So do us a favor and leave" Marik clicked his tongue ignoring the girl's forlorn expression outright, Mr. Mutou scowled at him silently reproaching him for how rude he was being to her; an expression the blond took it upon himself to ignore as well.

"PLEASE!" pleaded Anzu once again feeling in horror as her eyes glazed over "I'LL DO ANYTHING!"

This time Marik couldn't ignore her face no matter how hard he tried, with growing concern he watched as the girl's blue eyes filled with tears. Sugoroku watched the chestnut's face sadly thinking how normal it was for her to cry. In one day she had already lost two jobs. 

"I...I'm sorry...I...." Stammered Marik unconsciously playing with his right earring, feeling bad for her. Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.

Anzu had closed her eyes as she clenched her fists against her chest, silently pleading. She felt as if someone approached from her right side and stared at her, then something soft brushed her cheek wiping away one of the tears that had come in her despair.

She opened her eyes shocked by the contact and noticed with wide eyes that Marik and Mr. Mutou were still in the same place as before, looking at her with surprised expressions.

If they hadn't moved, who touched her cheek then?

"If she really wants the job, we could give her a few days trial run" Someone exclaimed from the end of the room. Anzu jumped in place mentally chiding herself for how prone to surprise she seemed to be that night "Alright Mazaki, that's three times now."

"Sister" Marik whispered turning his attention ruefully back to the woman who had spoken.

Sister? Anzu wondered in surprise, but they didn't look anything alike!

The woman walked towards them, her long black hair swaying with every step she took, and she never took her eyes off her. Anzu shrank back once she was in front of her, she was gorgeous!

"If the job pleases you we could open one more vacancy" The woman continued smiling kindly at Anzu "Are you interested?"

Anzu snapped out of her astonishment and smiled hugely.

"Yes, yes I am interested!" She replied quickly holding back the urge to dance in excitement. The brunette stared at her with her blue orbs and an interested smile formed on her lips.

"Mr. Mutou" Whispered the brunette turning her gaze back to the older man "Could you take Miss...."

"Anzu Mazaki" the brunette hastened to add blushing for interrupting.

"Sure, Miss Anzu to the office so we can talk about work more calmly" Sugoroku nodded with a smile to the black haired woman and gesturing to Anzu invited her to follow him.

Anzu smiled hugely and bowing to them, followed the old man. Marik and his sister watched intently as the two disappeared through the door at the back.

"Sister..." whispered Marik looking at her with interest "...The one from a moment ago was HIM?"

The brunette nodded momentarily erasing her smile. Marik turned his face once more down the path where the old man and the brunette had disappeared.

"This is going to be interesting," he said with a grin, crossing his arms.

See ya in chapter 2 ;)

@revolutionshipping @chocolapeanut @week-of-revo @itsmechmech @itsdanystormborn

[panandinpain0]

I see you do hp X readers do you think you could do Neville X Ravenclaw M! Reader where the reader helps with potions or something :))

Letter Exchange

Part Two

AAAA YES- I love this idea and I love Neville 😭😭

Requested by: Anon

Neville Longbottom x Male!Ravenclaw!Reader

Both Neville and the reader are in their... idk, (coming up with this right now)... 5th year? It doesn't really follow the OG plot so... yeah.

Oh, and it might not be very in-character, but I tried my best.

OH ONE LAST THING- This insinuates Hermione x Pansy because I cherish my headcanons.

I hope you like it!

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(Y/N) walked up to the castle after attending Care of Magical Creatures, deciding to use his free hour to read in the Great Hall. The library was always too crowded this time of day, meaning Madame Pince was extra irritated. So basically an altogether bad situation that (Y/N) wanted to avoid.

He walked into the slightly crowded (though quieter than the library) Hall, making his way towards his table. (Y/N) took off his blue and silver scarf, setting it on the table with his bag before sitting down on the bench. He pulled out a book that his Gryffindor friend, Hermione, had recommended him. It was just for leisure reading, which he was enjoying. Just as he opened to the previously marked page, said Gryffindor friend sat down in front of him.

"Oh, (Y/N), you will not believe what just happened in potions! Snape threatened to use Neville's potion on his toad, Trevor! We all know Neville isn't skilled in potions, so I had to step in to help and got points taken from Gryffindor for 'Speaking out of turn'! Snape is a vile man. Poor Neville," Hermione ranted as she pulled out several course books and blank pieces of parchment. (Y/N) assumed she had been assigned an essay or two.

"Are Neville and Trevor alright?" he asked, eyebrows creasing in concern. He'd never really talked to Neville, but he seemed sweet and definitely didn't deserve Snape's wrath.

"Trevor is, I'm not sure about Neville, though," she answered, dipping her quill in her ink pot.

(Y/N) thought for a moment before pulling a parchment from his own bag, along with a quill and ink. He wrote a letter to Neville and slipped it into an envelope he had. He wrote Neville's name in swirly cursive on the front and slid it over to Hermione, which made her look up from her work.

"What's this?" she asked, picking up the paper and reading the name.

"I was wondering if you could deliver that to Neville the next time you see him?"

"Sure. You have lovely penmanship, by the way," she complimented as she slipped it into her bag.

"Thank you, it took practice." (Y/N) chuckled and returned to his book.

...

Later that night Hermione returned to her common room after splitting off from (Y/N), the two having walked together until they had to part ways. The portrait opened after she gave it the password and she climbed in, searching the filled room for Harry and Ron. She spotted them easily enough, and Neville was conveniently sitting with them.

Hermione approached them as she removed her scarf and put it in her bag, trading it for the letter.

"Hello, boys. Here, Neville, my friend asked me to give this to you," she explained as she held the letter out towards Neville. He seemed surprised as he took it, blinking when he saw his name.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen my name written this pretty. Who's your friend?" Neville asked as he traced the letters gently with his finger.

"(Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw."

"Oh, (L/N)! He seems like a nice chap," Ron commented, Harry smiling and nodding in agreement.

"Quiet, though," Harry added.

"Hmm, not really," Hermione disagreed. "You just don't notice him."

Harry and Ron shrugged and the trio walked away, leaving Neville with his letter. He opened it and saw the same handwriting as his name. It was neat yet swirly cursive.

It read:

"Dear Neville,

You probably don't know me, but I'm (Y/N) (L/N) from Ravenclaw. I think we had herbology last year together. You were bloody brilliant in it.

Neville flushed at the compliment, lucky no one was watching him as he read it.

I was talking with Hermione and she told me what happened in potions. Is Trevor okay? I hope he is. I'm also worried for you, Snape can be cruel and you seem to be one of his favorite targets.

Neville flushed deeper- from both embarrassment and endearment. No one payed this much attention to him, much less send him a letter asking how Trevor was and expressing worry for himself.

I would like to help, if you'll let me. I'm almost top of my class in potions and can help you learn. Tutor you, if you will. You can either write back a response or find me. I frequent the library and Quidditch field often, so that's most likely where you'll find me.

Sincerely,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. I'm serious about herbology, I could learn a thing or two from you."

//

Neville just blinked down at the paper he held. The cute Ravenclaw boy just offered to tutor him in potions and noticed his skill in herbology.

He decided he wasn't brave enough to talk to him in person, knowing he would turn into an embarrassing, red, blubbering mess. So he'd write him back.

Neville walked up to his dorm and sat down at the desk he and his dormmates shared. Pulling out a quill and parchment he wrote:

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾

ᴹʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢⁿ'ᵗ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵗʳʸ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.

Neville bit his lip, his face and ears growing red from nerve's.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡⁱᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ. ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ ˢᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵃˢˢ ᵉᵃˢⁱᵉʳ.

ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᴴᵉʳᵐⁱᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ⁱᵗ. ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ. ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵗᵘᵗᵒʳ ᵐᵉ! ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡᵖ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵐʸ ᵉˣᵃᵐˢ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿ?

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳˢ ᵀʳᵘˡʸ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳᵇᵒˡᵒᵍʸ?"

//

Neville cast a quick spell to dry the ink, luckily without pulling a Seamus and setting it on fire, and slipped it into an envelope identical to the one (Y/N) sent, seeing as they were the school issued ones. He scribbled (Y/N)'s name over it messily and ran back down to the common room, hoping one of the girl's- or even Hermione herself- were there to receive the message to deliver the letter.

There were still a handful of people in the common room, including Lavender Brown.

"Excuse me, Lavender?" Neville asked, approaching her with the letter nervously clasped in his sweaty hands.

"Neville?" Lavender responded, standing up from the couch she was sitting on.

"Can you give this to Hermione? And please tell her to give it to... the Ravenclaw," Neville asked timidly, not using (Y/N)'s real name so that it wouldn't be traced back to him. The last thing Neville wanted was for (Y/N) to get teased for talking to him.

"Uhm... odd request, but alright. Goodnight, Neville."

"Goodnight, Lavender."

Lavender walked up the stairs to the girl's dorms and Neville prayed that Lavender "Gossip" Brown wouldn't be interested in opening it. Now that he thought about it, maybe he should've waited to give it to Hermione himself the next day. Well, it was too late now.

Riddled with anxiety about the letter, Neville fell into an uneasy sleep. All thoughts went back to the letter that he had safely stored in his case at the end of his bed.

...

"Boo!"

Hermione gasped with wide eyes and held a hand to her chest, her surprised look morphing into a glare.

(Y/N), on the other hand, found the reaction rather amusing.

"You better watch your back, (L/N)," Hermione warned, pointing an accusing finger at him.

"I always do, Granger." (Y/N) winked at her teasingly.

"Oh, by the way, Neville wrote you back." She turned tot he bookshelf in front of her and avoided eye contact as she pretended to browse.

"He did?! Where is it?"

"I'm not sure I should tell you after what you just pulled."

"Please, Hermione! I'll do anything!" (Y/N) dramatically fell to his knees as she loudly whispered, (they were still in a library, he's no animal). His hands clasped in front of his face as he pleadingly looked up at Hermione.

"...Anything?"

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" (Y/N) asked rhetorically, looking scared.

"Anything, like... giving me your secret list of muggle book recommendations that you've never let me see?" Hermione smirked as she raised a brow down at him.

(Y/N) hung his head and slowly stood up, revealing his defeated frown.

"Fine," he sighe dout.

"Yes!" Hermione hissed and jumped up and down. The only reason Madame Pince hadn't gotten after them yet was because they were her favorite students, and this was a rare occasion, them being slightly loud. "The letter is in my bag."

(Y/N) quickly walked over to the chair with Hermione's bag hanging off of it, finding the letter easily. He smiled as he saw Neville's nearly unintelligible scrawl spelling his name.

"What are you smiling about?" Hermione asked smugly, sitting down with the book she had successfully found.

"Isn't his handwriting adorable?" His cheesy smile broadened as he flipped the envelope for Hermione to see, sitting down across from her.

"I wouldn't say adorable, exactly Unreadable is a better word..." Hermione grimaced.

"Oh, hush," (Y/N) scolded as he gently opened the envelope, unfolding the paper and letting his eyes fall on the first words. "He even apologizes for it!" he gushed to the frizzy haired girl across from him, who responded with no more than an unimpressed look.

After reading the letter, (Y/N) quickly got the supplies out to respond, taking time to make his handwriting just as pretty as last time.

"Can you-"

"Give this to Neville? I'm not going to be an errand girl-"

"Come on, Hermione. Don't you want that list?" (Y/N) wiggled his eyebrows, trying to convince Hermione to keep exchanging the letters for them.

She rolled her eyes and groaned, but took the letter anyways.

"Thank you~" (Y/N) sugarcoated it but Hermione wasn't complaining.

"Get met hat list and it's no problem."

...

Neville sought Hermione out this time, eager for a response.

"Hermione, did you get anything from (L/N)?" he asked, not even trying to hide his interest.

"You're in luck." Hermione smiled and handed Neville the letter. She knew her closest friend (outside of Harry and Ron) was falling in love with the Gryffindor boy, and she was thrilled it was being reciprocated.

Neville ran up to the dorm, glad it was empty, and opened the letter carefully, as not to damage it.

"Dear Neville,

I'm glad to hear back from you! I am also glad to hear that Trevor remains unharmed.

On the topic of tutoring; you needn't repay me. I am happy to tutor you free of charge. I wouldn't mind hearing about herbology, though. Maybe after our first session we could sit together at lunch and you could tell me about your plants? Only if you'd like to, of course.

Love,

(Y/N) (L/N)

P.S. Meet me in the library on Thursday during free hour before lunch? ♥"

//

Not only had he signed off with "Love", he added a heart at the end. Neville was probably reading too much into it but that didn't stop his heart from racing and his face from heating up. This man was perfect, Neville was sure of it.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᵀʰᵘʳˢᵈᵃʸ, ᶠʳᵉᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ. ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉⁿ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵗˢ. ♥"

//

Both the heart and the word "Love" seemed hesitant, the lines shaky and the ink faint. Neville wasn't used to being this bold but it felt right. With (Y/N) it felt right.

Neville gave it to Hermione and thanked her after she assured him she'd deliver it the next day.

...

(Y/N) stood by the "potions" shelf, which was coincidentally nearest to the door. He didn't want Neville to walk in, not see him, and assume he'd been pranked.

"(L/N)?" his hesitant voice asked, catching (Y/N)'s attention.

"Neville! Please, call me (Y/N)."

He held out a hand and Neville shook it, both dazed by the comforting feeling it had brought them both.

"Would you like to take a seat? I've collected some books that I think would be helpful."

Neville, was was still trying to shake out of the effect (Y/N)'s voice had on him, nodded and sat down at a nearby table.

"T-thanks," Neville stuttered as he pulled out parchments to take notes on. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.

"It's no problem. Now, if you just tell me where you have the most trouble we can start there." He flashed Neville a reassuring smile, making Neville return it with a more timid one.

...

Soon enough the hour was coming to an end, making (Y/N) sigh in disappointment as he looked away from the clock.

"It seems that lunch time is approaching." He stood and went to check out the books they had studied for Neville, leaving him to scramble his notes together and stand up.

"Can I take you up on your offer?" Neville asked as Madame Pince handed (Y/N) the books. He looked Neville with a kind, but confused stare, seemingly not remembering.

"To, uh... to sit together at lunch and talk about herbology..."

A look of understanding swept across (Y/N)'s face, making a smile appear as he held out the books.

"Of course! Would you like to sit at the Ravenclaw table or your own?"

"Ravenclaw." He didn't need his friends hounding him about the cute boy he was sitting with.

Neville reached out to take the books and their fingers brushed, shivers running up Neville's back while the tips of (Y/N)'s ears turned the faintest shade of red.

"Let's get going, shall we?" (Y/N) gestured to the door, letting Neville take the lead.

...

"Neville has another letter for you," Hermione revealed, the mischievous look on her face putting (Y/N) on edge.

"Really?!" They hadn't spoken since the day before at lunch, when they scheduled the next session for the same time the following week.

"What're you so excited for?"

"Don't be daft, Hermione."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to confess how you feel about Pansy, but we can't all get what we want."

"So you do like Neville!"

"Did you just admit to liking Pansy?"

"What?"

"What?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and slid the paper over to (Y/N), trying to calm the red in her cheeks. He eagerly opened it, excited to add to his growing collection of letters.

"ᴰᵉᵃʳ ⁽ʸ/ᴺ⁾,

ᴵ ᵈᵉᶜⁱᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ.

ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡᵘⁿᶜʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ˢᵒᵒⁿ.

ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡˡ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ. ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵐʸ ˡᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ.

ᴸᵒᵛᵉ,

ᴺᵉᵛⁱˡˡᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵍᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ

ᴾ.ˢ. ᴸᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ."

//

(Y/N) whipped around and saw a blushing Neville, who seemed amused. Suddenly (Y/N) realized that Neville had heard the whole conversation.

Now it was his turn to be flustered.

End

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Like I said, kinda out of character for Neville, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless.

I hope you liked it!

-Author Max <3

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Hellow dear ♥️

Can I request something where the reader is a foreign idol just debuted and her group are in the same company as Ateez, but even when she's the main vocal all the public is constantly attacking her because she's "ugly" and not visual so she leaves her shiny and happy personality and now she's more quiet, shy and keeps on the back but Yunho from Ateez feel attracted to her and try to make her feel better and loved 🥺♥️ sorry if i ask for angst af but i feel kinda .-. Today ♥️

BIG DREAMS AND A BROWN SCARF 》 J. Yunho

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2013

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: There is nothing worse than growing distant and nobody noticing, not even asking if there is a problem. Yunho knows the feeling very well. That's why the shy and quiet ones always catch his attention first. They always have a story with them.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Sorry it took so long love! I hope you like it ♡

I write these in third person pov, with no names because I don't like Y/n. No names are mentioned at all, the reader is "the girl" or "the boy", and other characters have names. I write in third pov because it allows me to write about thoughts from all characters. That's all! Thank you for supporting my work! 🍒

Also, the small moodboards at the beginning are actually here to help you picture everything better. ❤

❈───•✦•♤•✦•───❈

Yunho, along with the rest of the ATEEZ, was often invited to watch and guide the new group under the same entertainment as him. They were young, full of energy and hope. Yunho still knows that feeling. But he also knows that someone needs to prepare them for a downfall too, if it ever happens. With a vocalist like the one in the new group, Yunho doubted that they would ever meet their downfall.

He couldn't help the smile that would creep on his face once the girl would step to the front, showing off her slightly stiff, barely noticeable, dancing moves. Her voice made up for it. After all, that's why they were there. Weeks passed, and Yunho and Hongjoong were the only ones frequently visiting the studio and giving instructions. With each visit, Yunho noticed how different the girl was once the music stopped. He was surprised by the change in her behaviour. He didn't expect her to bounce while walking or to grin constantly, but he also didn't expect to see a numb look on her face. She quietly listened while Hongjoong explained to her how she needs to relax her muscles, and only offered a smile of gratitude when he complimented her voice.

This week, Yunho took the center chair and carefully watched each member. He wanted to be objective, even strict if needed. The manager had told them that one of them is letting her mouth loose and is hurting the rest of the group, yet they have no choice but to put up with it.

The song they were supposed to perform soon for the opening of MAMA was so much different than all the previous times they had seen it. No, the song stayed the same. It was the performance that changed, and it made Yunho disappointed. They didn't say a thing yet. They wanted to see if it would work better that way. The girl was now in the back of the triangle shape they had formed, her head hanging as she waited for the song to begin.

"Red top?" Yunho called.

She, who wore the red top, looked up at Yunho. Seeing the scared expression, the young man softened his gaze and pointed his pen towards her.

"Even the position before the beginning matters. All of you need to mirror each others positions, or else it will look like a mess."

"I apologise." She muttered, her cheeks slightly pink from embarrassment. How can she not he embarrassed? The Jeong Yunho raised his voice at her.

"There's no need to apologise. I'm just giving you advice."

She nodded, then lifted her head and put her hands on her hips, just like her teammates. The song then played, and the boys were confused as to why the choreography stayed the same. The audio was played only, meaning that the girls would sing right now in front of them. Yunho crossed his arms over his chest, carefully monitoring their steps and noting the mistakes that were quite noticeable. None of them were made by her. She took their advices from last few times and did amazing.

Her part of the song was coming up, yet she wasn't getting close to the front. Perhaps they had changed only that part of the choreography? A strong move that would introduce the girl with the strong vocals? Yunho's eyebrows were scrunched with both confusion and slight anger once she started singing, but from the back.

Not waisting a second, he raised his hand as a sign to stop the music. One of the girls turned towards the leader, mouthing something about the boys noticing, then looked at the girl.

"Will someone explain what that was?"

"What exactly are you talking about?" The leader asked, acting as if she didn't just mouth the words like she was singing.

"Why is she back there while she is singing?" Yunho didn't try to sound gentle. They won't learn like that.

"It's a change we made."

"What is the purpose of it?"

Yunho could tell that the girl in the red top was getting uncomfortable. It clearly wasn't her choice. She avoided his gaze, knowing that he was looking directly at her. Still, he didn't want to push it.

"What is the point of that change, leader?"

"As you said at the beginning, the visual part plays a big role here. Since our visuals aren't particularly strong in the vocal area, and our vocalist isn't strong in the visual area, we thought it might look cool to mouth her words as she sings from the back."

Lack of visuals? The girls couldn't be serious. True, she didn't fit the Korean standard much, with her tanned skin and big hips, but it didn't mean she could get pushed behind like that. It's not how it goes.

"It does look cool, as you say it. Listeners will expect to hear your voice but will hear hers instead. It will be like a small surprise." Wooyoung said.

It's stupid, Yunho thought.

The next meeting was pure chaos. Yunho wasn't there to witness it, but by the words of his teammates, the leader yelled at the girl for being too loud and outshining the rest of them. She didn't let her voice do her best until the end of the practice, she focused on her dancing and face expressions, but the boys didn't fail to see discomfort in her body language. She got yelled at in front of ATEEZ, got put down by two of the members and got pushed back in the dancing line. It was clear that she didn't want to be there anymore, at least not that day.

Yunho couldn't wait for the next meeting. He had some words prepared for them, not very kind ones. Discouraging and yelling at each other isn't the way the work things out in groups like these. One by one, they entered the room, flashbacks of the last meeting making their cheeks red. The young man counted only four of them instead of the usual five. Someone's face was missing.

"Where is your teammate?" Seonghwa did the asking.

"We had a small argument right before this. She stayed back in the dorm."

The room was silent for a while. They didn't know how to react. The situation was not pleasant at all, and it wasn't their place to meddle. Yunho clenched his jaw, then looked at all of them, making sure they were listening.

"If you perform flawlessly without her, I'll understand."

Word after word, step after step, the girls were halfway through their song. The bridge was approaching, and until now, the group felt the emptiness in the group, visually and vocally. The bridge was a mess. So much that Wooyoung was the one to stop the music this time. His elbows rested on his knees and his palms held his head up.

"I'm trying to understand why this was necessary. I mean, leaving her out. You debuted as a group, you can't just leave someone behind."

"She doesn't fit in with out concept anyway. It's not too late for a change, this is just the beginning. Besides, a solo career would work better for her." The leader didn't stutter once. It made Yunho wonder where she had gotten the audacity.

"I only have one thing to tell you, leader."

The brown haired girl nodded, signaling him that she was listening. Yunho then set the papers he was holding aside, then put his leg over the other one and leaned back into the chair.

"Shame on you."

"Excuse me?"

"Shame on you," he repeated.

He could hear Mingi laugh with Wooyoung, but seeing Yunho's serious expression, they stopped almost immediately.

"As a leader, you are supposed to be the solution to a problem. The glue that sticks the members together, not something that tears them apart and turns them against each other. Instead, you probably gave the girl lots of insecurities and a fear of performing. It's unbelievable how you have the nerve to say something about not fitting in, when the key is to be different and not monotonous. If she comes back, consider yourself lucky. I'd never come back if I were her."

With that, Yunho grabbed his jacket and announced to the members that he was done. Just before exiting, he spoke:

"I wouldn't pray for her solo career. It would be the end of you."

•✦•♤•✦•

The man didn't hear from the girl for two weeks. Apparently she was very sick, refused to eat and barely drank any water. Her leader was giving her a hard time again, speaking about asking for attention and making her face even more unappealing by not eating. He was furious. They were slowly destroying a person that used to be the ray of sunshine. The company's flower was now withering right in front of their eyes.

The moment Yunho heard a sniff as he passed by her at the nearby park, he decided to draw the line. The two cups of coffee were meant for Hongjoong and him, but his leader will survive without one cup today. He stood in front of her, the smell of the beverage making her head tilt up.

"Walk with me." He said with a smile, offering her one of the fuller cups.

She accepted it without questioning. After all, he's the one who stood up for her. She heard it all from her teammates. It was nice to know that someone still believed in her.

"You didn't spend four years training just to let someone insecure ruin it all."

They walked through the snow covered park, admiring the building from afar. Yunho didn't know what to say. He wasn't quite good at this. He usually didn't like talking when he felt bad. Having someone around him was enough.

"There's always the solo option, you know."

"I don't think I'll do well. My looks are still the problem."

"Looks and talent aren't the same, love."

The girl brough the cup close to her face so she could hide her pink cheeks. The nickname was probably something normal to him, but it meant so much to her. To have the Jeong Yunho walking through the park with her was already overwhelming.

"Jongho and I are willing to help you."

A solo career was never on her mind. She loved her teammates, even respected her leader. She knew they trained even longer than her and wanted to work for success, even if it meant getting rid of a member.

"We can discuss more about this during lunch tomorrow?" Yunho said and stopped walking. He was now standing in front of her, finishing his beverage and tossing it into the nearby bin.

"Lunch? With Jongho?" She questioned, lips twitching into a smile from excitement.

"I don't think Jongho will make it. Just you and I tomorrow. I'll pick you up here?"

The girl was, needless to say, almost in heaven from happiness. She nodded, unable to say anything. He smiled at her again, then took the scarf which was loosely hanging on his neck. He got close to her, not breaking eye contact. He loved how flustered he made her. His brown scarf was now wrapped around her neck, the warmth that his body left now on her bare skin. The smell of his perfume was almost too much for her. Too much was happening in such a short time. She was overwhelmed, but didn't complain.

"You'll get cold. We don't want to cancel tomorrow, do we love?"

And with a playful tap on the tip of her nose and a wink, Jeong Yunho left the girl at the park with his scarf around her neck, with a new hope growing inside her heart.

[moved2usagiiboo]

Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction. 

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

[tsumtsumland]

Your event sounds really cute~

Can I request Kita with "Secret Santa" (SFW) please?

Hello! If you’re still around, I hope you like this! It got a bit long >.<

Kita Shinsuke + situation #22 “Secret Santa” + SFW

Kita stares at the paper in his hands as he gets comfortable under the kotatsu. Your name is scrawled on it in your neat handwriting, and the longer he stares, the warmer his cheeks get.

“Shinsuke?”

He vaguely hears someone calling his name but it doesn’t register, he’s still too caught up in the flimsy piece of paper between his fingers.

“Shinsuke, are you sick?” his grandmother’s voice finally breaks through.

“Huh? No? Uh, sorry grandma, I’m just a bit tired,” he gives her a small smile of reassurance.

She nods and goes back into the kitchen.

For the first time in a long while, Shinsuke spends the entire night restless, tossing and turning, and waking up feeling tired and groggy.

“You didn’t sleep well?” Aran asks on their walk to school, there’s a tinge of disbelief in his voice.

“I didn’t, had a lot on my mind,” Kita responds with a sigh.

“You’re not one for overthinking though,” his friend says matter-of-factly.

Kita sighs, “I know.”

The day drags by slowly but all that’s on Shinsuke’s mind is what he should get you for the gift exchange. He had less than two weeks to prepare, and with practice on weekends as well, his time was even less.

That evening at practice he greets you politely as usual, giving you a small smile as he usually does. He observes with quiet interest the way the other boys in the team flock to you.

You’re the sole manager for the boys volleyball team, and that was a task too much for one person, but somehow you managed to keep on top of things. You had a feeling the boys definitely went easy on you though, and you were grateful. There was no way you could handle those boys in their regular chaotic state.

You sigh in annoyance at the tingling in your throat, you’re recovering from a nasty cold that had you out for about a week, but it left some lingering effects.

A few coughs later and a hand reaches out with a packet of cough drops in front of you. You smile a thanks at Suna and gratefully accept them.

Kita’s lips are drawn into a frown. This was the problem. Getting you a present was the hardest thing because no matter what you needed, someone else was immediately there with it. He was never the type to be pushy so he was glad the other boys were always ready to help whenever you needed it.

You stay behind after practice after everyone’s left, besides the captain. He thanks you quietly as you help him put things back in place and lock up the gym.

“I’ll walk you home, it’s already dark out,” Kita tells you when you both exit the gym.

You’re so glad it’s too dark for him to see the blush on your cheeks, you’d had a crush on him for so long but it didn’t seem like he was interested in anything more, so him walking you home was like a treat. It also gave you time to find out what he’d like from his secret Santa.

Unfortunately, your silly cough chose just that time to come back, and you were coughing profusely and apologizing whilst walking home.

Kita was concerned, you looked like you were having a hard time, he also noticed that you weren’t wearing a scarf so he did the gentlemanly thing and wrapped his around your neck.

“It’ll help keep you warm,” he mumbled, looking away to hide his reddening cheeks.

“I—uh, thank you,” you answered, eyes wide, and clutching at the thick knit of his cream scarf.

You spent the entire night giddy over the small interaction, all the while washing and drying the scarf to return it to him the next day.

You did so with a shy smile and compliment on how soft and lovely the scarf was.

Kita took it from you with a smile and nodded, “My grandma knitted it for me, I’ll be sure to pass on the compliments.”

The interaction was a blessing in disguise for Shinsuke, giving him the perfect idea for a present.

When he gets home he immediately goes to his grandmother for a little assistance, and starts making your present from scratch, with a hopeful heart that you’d like it.

On the day of the secret Santa gift exchange, Kita is a bundle of nerves, but no one would be able to tell from his stoic disposition.

You were also a nervous wreck, but EVERYONE could tell. It was the third time Atsumu had offered you some water, and the umpteenth time Akagi asked if you needed to go to the nurse.

When the gift exchange is in full swing and it becomes his turn, Kira’s cheeks are red and the team is more than surprised to say the least. You even see Suna whip out his phone but you’re too shocked to stop him when the Captain makes his way over to you.

“Merry Christmas y/n,” he tells you softly, offering his present to you.

“You’re my secret Santa?!” you gasp.

He nods, and smiles as you take the present.

“Wait! I’m yours too! I mean— I’m your secret Santa, not YOURS yours,” you ramble, feeling the heat rising up your chest and neck, as a few snickers and coughs float around the room.

You scramble around for his present and hold it out to him, “Merry Christmas Shinsuke!”

Kita’s heart speeds up a bit as he takes the present.

“So are you guys gonna kiss now?” Atsumu asks, breaking the moment.

Kita turns swiftly to glare at him making the setter wither under his gaze.

“K-kiss?” you stammer, eyes wide.

“Yes,” Aran replies to your surprise, “We went through all this struggle to make sure you two got each other in the secret Santa just so you’d confess to each other and you’re still hopeless,” he sighs.

Kita notices how you’ve grown intensely flustered, he grasps your hand gently and rushes out of the gym with you to spare you both any further embarrassment.

“Does this mean you…feel the same?” you ask after a few moments of silence.

Kita looks and you and nods, “I do, open your present,” he urges.

You’re already too giddy by his confession but you do as he says and you’re shocked to see a knitted scarf exactly like his.

“Shinsuke, it’s so beautiful, thank you!” you gasp, wrapping it around your neck immediately to match his.

“I knitted it myself,” he admits bashfully.

Your heart soars at that and you lean over, wrapping your arms around him, “How did I get so lucky?”

Kita chuckles, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?“

You giggle and lean up to kiss his cheek, pulling away quickly at the cheers from the gym doorway where the entire team stood watching you two.

[ira-dendrobium]

Asking for your parents blessing (Modern AU) Feat. Childe, Diluc, Kaeya x Fem!Reader.

You look at the time and look very nervous. Your lover is running late for your family dinner. You look over your parent's reaction. Your mother still looks excited as she keeps asking about this sweet young boy but your father has a scowl on his face.

“What kind of lover he is to make us wait?”

“Dear... Be patient. Maybe traffic is so bad on his way here. Besides you still not seeing the boy yet. Who knows maybe you going to like him?” Your mother tries to calm your father. He only grumbles.

“We wait for 5 more minutes. If he didn’t show up, we left.” Your father exclaims.

‘Come on... Where are you?’ You nervously look at the entrance. Soon the silhouette of the man shows up. Your face beams into a smile when you see your lover walk-in in the suit to the restaurant.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic is incredibly busy today. I hope I didn’t get into your bad side.” He politely greets your parent. You stand up and start to introduce him.

“Dad, Mom. This is my love that I keep talking about...”

Childe

He is wearing a formal suit while giving his best smile to your parents. Of course no forgetting about the gift.

Your mother is elated when seeing that your boyfriend is such a gentleman and successful too. (Childe brought the new set of jewelry plus a bag and new watch for your father. All is branded items)

Your father still has that scowl on his face. 

“You think you can buy our approval with this gift? Now, I got curious. What job do you work as?” Your father asks. Childe with a smile answered.

“I work as one of the executives of Sneznaya Corporation.”

Your mother gasp. “But you look so young! And Sneznaya corporation is the second biggest corporation in the world!”

“So what. I’m still not giving you my approval as my daughter's boyfriend.”

Childe immediately got serious. “Sir, I know that I’m still lacking in my aspect but I love your daughter. We have been together for so long. You maybe didn’t know this but we know each other since high school. She is one of the reasons, I can be this successful.” He grabs your hand. You blush at his statement.

“Maybe it’s time to open your heart, dear... Our girl is not little anymore.” said your mother. With a sigh, your father nods.

“Fine. But don’t think I will give you my full approval.”

“Thank you, sir. I make sure to take the other half later when I propose to marry her.” Childe said cheekily.

“YOU BRAT!”

“Dear! Calm down!”

Diluc

Diluc looks very nervous when he got near the table. He really questions is the right time? He plans to gain your parent's approval after dating you for 1 year straight and now it’s finally time.

“...Hello. My name is Diluc Ragvindir. Your daughter's boyfriend.” Diluc introduces himself and your mom gasp.

“Ragvindir?! Is that the big corporation that owns the largest wine production?”

“Yes.” Diluc answer. Your father put a disapproval look.

“What makes you think you are worthy of my daughter?” Your father asks.

“Dad!”

“No. It’s okay. I’m maybe not the perfect vision of the boyfriend you imagine. I’m awkward and may appear cold to you but... I care and love your daughter so much. I hope you can see that in our relationship and slowly approve it.” Diluc said. Your father's face softens.

“Fine... You make sure to take care of her. If not, I’m coming at your company with a gun.” said Your father. Diluc softy smile and mutter a thank you.

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“Wow. Diluc. That is the most word you speak to others besides me.” You tease him after the serious talk. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Way to kill a mood, dear.”

“Hehe <3″

Kaeya 

For once, Kaeya comes in with a formal suit complete with his scarf. You are quite amazed to see your boyfriend come in without that kind of flirty suit.

“Good Evening dear sir and mam~. I’m sorry for making you wait.” He greets your parents with a charming smile. Your mother actually swoons at him.

“What a fine young man you are.” Your mother complimented but your father notice something weird about him.

“Aren’t you Kaeya Alberich? That playboy model?”

“My name is indeed Kaeya, sir. But I’m not a playboy...” Kaeya sweatdrop at your father's aggressive remark.

“Hmph! I doubt that. You always appear wearing that sexy outfit in the magazines. Y/n! I teach you better! Why must you choose this kind of man?” Your father continues his word.

“Dad-”

“Calm down, dear. I’m sorry, sir. If that photo in the magazine set our relationship in the wrong direction. That is simply a job demand that my agency gives me. I can prove to you that I’m not that kind of man. Your daughter is the only girl I ever let inside my heart.” Kaeya looks at you lovingly.

“I would do anything to gain your approval, sir.” 

“Even quit your job?” Your father asks.

“Yes,” Kaeya answered without any doubt. Your father and he have a little staring contest before with a huft your father look away.

“Fine. You have my approval for now. But I will be watching you, Young man. If you make my daughter shed tears, I make sure to destroy your carrier.”

“Noted. Thank you, kind sir.” He smiles before kissing your forehead.

“NO KISSING!”

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You can become extra sweet for me by giving me a tip.

Kofi link.

[darkorderaf]

Can I request kiss prompt 16 with mjf set when the inner circle was in Vegas?

Oh, this is a very fun idea. This is a nice little cocktail of shitlord!Max and soft!Max. I took some creative liberties with their time in Vegas. Thank you so much for sending, I hope you like it!! <3

Pairing: MJF x OFC. Prompts: A kiss that isn’t meant to happen but it does anyway. Rating: T. Warnings/Content: Angst and fluff! Some drinking. Word Count: 2,633.

(I don’t own gif; credit to cowboyshit!)

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Believe it.”

“I hate him.”

“I know.”

“Like, a lot. I deadass hate the dude.”

“I know, Sammy.”

She let out a long-suffering sigh and set her hands against the bartop. From the first proposal of the Inner Circle going to Vegas, Sammy complained. It hadn’t gotten any better now that they were actually in the city. The situation wasn’t great but it was what Jericho wanted and which of them was going to tell them no? At least Wardlow seemed decent enough. He didn’t talk much and hell, that was all she could ask for. She could use less talking lately.

“Sammy, he’s not going anywhere,” she said. Her hand curled tight around her glass. “We might as well just enjoy what we can, alright?”

Sammy frowned and folded his arms as he leaned against the table. Her words seemed to help for the time being. Satisfied that they had, she threw her drink back and rubbed at her temples. They had been away from the table too long and she could already feel her phone vibrating. She clapped Sammy reassuringly on the back and the two made their way back to the blackjack table.

“C’mon, Spanish God. It’s just one night. We’ll be fine.”

---

When the boys drank, they drank. Shot after shot after shot. She had to admit that she was impressed. MJF held his own with Jericho but he was feeling it and she could tell. They stayed longer at the place with the dancing girls that she forgot the name of but she didn’t mind that. It gave her some time to think to herself, appreciate the show from afar unbothered.

“You don’t belong here.”

Or not. She mentally prepared herself with a few deep breaths before she turned around. There he was, in his purple pastel suit glory. In MJF’s endeavor to earn the trust of the Inner Circle, he had been persistent with all of them. She tried not to notice that closely behind Jericho, she was the one he seemed to flock to most. The corner of the club she sat in was away from the red light that covered the rest. The fluorescents overhead made it easier to see the warm flush to his face that the booze brough on, the slight shadows under his eyes. She didn’t know where those came from. He leaned against the bar and took a long drink. She eyed him.

Was he getting enough sleep?

Better question, why was she worried about MJF?

Wait, what did he just say?

“Hi,” she said as she idly swirled the straw in her drink. She jutted her chin at the girls. “Care to explain what you mean by that? I think the club’s fine and the girls are putting on a hell of a show. I like it here.”

He shook his head, clearly frustrated.

“That’s,” he paused and sighed. “That’s not what I meant. You don’t belong here. With the Inner Circle. With them. With Jericho.”

Her eyes flashed and she sat up straight. Narrowed eyes met his and the muscle in his jaw worked. If he was frustrated, she felt it tenfold.

“Oh? And you do?”

“Please, just give me a second and listen to me.”

MJF wasn’t someone that struggled to communicate how he felt or what was on his mind. As far as she knew. Then again, how much did she really know him? She gestured for him to sit in the stool beside her and he took it. He undid the top button of his suit and ran a hand through his hair. He looked borderline unkempt. Vulnerable, even. Her spine softened and she slowly sipped at her drink.

“You’re--” He held onto his drink, sucked in his bottom lip, then ran his tongue along it. “You’re too good for them. I’m up here--obviously--you’re here, and then they’re down there. Do you see what I mean?”

He explained with one hand low and the other above his head. He placed himself higher than her by a slim margin. She didn’t know what to make of the fact that he leaned down to really exaggerate it. The backhanded compliment made heat creep up her neck, her face. She didn’t see herself better than the others of the Inner Circle but there were times where she wondered about going on her own. Even just for a little while. She kept to herself more lately, telling the guys it was fine if they didn’t accompany her to her matches. It would make it easier when she did decide to leave.

If she did.

“Wow,” she said, her brows lifted and her tongue pressed up against the sharp edges of her teeth. “You really know how to compliment a girl, Friedman. If you want a show, it’s over there. I’m not doing this with you.”

She turned away, effectively shutting off the conversation. Her spine straightened again and she caged her drink in with her forearms. MJF didn’t move from his spot beside her. Clearly, he had something on his mind. Max dropped his forehead into his hand then straightened himself back up.

“Max.”

“What?”

“Can you call me Max?”

That made her pause, her brows slightly furrowed. His voice was so soft she barely heard it. Jesus, she didn’t know what to make of this man. This infuriating man that insulted every person she knew and yet, could always be found in the audience during her matches. Who always checked on her in his own weird, emotionally bizarre way.

‘At least you didn’t embarrass yourself.’

‘Well, she looks worse but yeesh, that’s not saying much.’

And then the odd, ‘How are you?’ But that one seemed to make him more uncomfortable than any other compliment veiled with an insult. That one seemed genuine, a removal of some mask, and he never stayed long after she fumbled an answer.

She eyed him carefully on the stool beside her.

“Alright, Max,” she said and the sound of his name brought this strange, hopeful look to his face that caught her off guard. She was so used to it in a sneer, a Cheshire grin. “Come on, let’s get some air.”

She jerked her thumb towards the exit and threw back the rest of her strong drink. Although she hadn’t had as much as the boys, she felt warm and bubbly. Even with MJF, Max, at her side as they walked out into the night air, his hand a vague sensation at the small of her back as he let her go first. Her phone vibrated and she checked it.

Sammy G. - lmk if you need help hiding body xoxo

She rolled her eyes and slid her phone back into the pocket of her dress. Max kept a small distance from her as they walked and he did the same when she found somewhere to sit. She hadn’t banked on it being cold. Goosebumps slid up the exposed skin of her arms. Wordlessly, Max offered her his scarf.

“...Thanks,” she said. “What’s all this about, Ma--”

“You don’t like me.”

His statement cut her off and she cocked her head. She played with the ends of his scarf where it draped over her shoulders. It smelled like him and something sweet.

“It’s more complicated than that,” she offered. The conversation hadn’t initially been about them but with the way her brain lingered on it and how his statement didn’t sit well with her, she shifted it further that way. “You’re not the easiest person to be around. At all. Half the time I don’t know if you’re trying to be nice or if you’re just waiting for me to fall.”

“I’ve seen you fall. More than they have, in fact.”

She shot him a look. He wasn’t wrong. Jericho made a big show of how strong the bonds in the Inner Circle were and yet... Guilt knocked at her skull and she ignored it.

“Max,” she got his attention, his warm eyes on her and his knees angled towards her. Part of the reason she wanted to get away from the others was to get some air, that was true. The other part? To see who she was talking to. Max or MJF. “For once, can you just say what you mean and not be a complete dick about it?”

His jaw worked at that and his hands switched which one was on top quite a few times. Worry overtook her when he looked like he might be sick. Or like he was in pain.

“I like you. Alright? Even though I don’t want to and God knows I’ve tried not to, I do. I think about you literally all the time and it’s awful.”

Her shoulders dropped with disappointment and she shook her head with disbelief. He couldn’t just stop while he was ahead.

“Jesus,” she said, her voice a low and bitter sound. She slipped his scarf off and handed it back to him. “That must be so fucking terrible for you. My condolences, MJF.”

He was strangely silent as they walked back but that changed as soon as they were back in the company of the boys. Loudmouth, smug MJF was back and she receded back to the edges. Sammy approached her and demanded to know what happened, Ortiz as well. She kept it simple. They talked, that was all. The two men seemed to accept that that was all she would give them for the time being.

She had too much to think about and not enough drink in her glass.

---

The next pub they went to felt more up her alley and she sat at the end of the bar, away from the pissing contest between the others. Her sour mood had lifted some, thanks to Jameson and the friendly bartender. She could feel Max’s eyes on her but she paid no attention. She wanted to drink, she wanted to take a long bath, and then she wanted to go to bed. Something simple and not at all complicated like what her heart was feeling.

“Seriously, what did he say to you?”

“That’s between us, Ortiz,” she said for the third time to the man beside her. “It’s really not something I want to talk about.”

“Man, you’re holding out on us,” Sammy cut in from her other side. “Did he say something embarrassing? Please tell me it was embarrassing. It was totally embarrassing, right? Give us the dirt, sister.”

In some ways, she supposed it was embarrassing. Her jaw clenched.

“Is the hotel far from here?”

Ortiz blinked at her.

“No, not really, why?”

“I think I’m done for the night,” she said as she slapped a twenty on the bar and pushed back from it. “I’m getting tired.”

The two men seemed shocked and appalled by such a statement.

“Woah, you serious?”

“Mhm,” she vocalized. “You boys have fun, okay?”

“One of us will go with y--”

“I’ll go with her,” Max suddenly said, his hands in his pockets as he sauntered up to the trio. “You two stay here, huh? Keep an eye on the old man over there.”

Ortiz looked at Sammy, who looked at her, who looked at Max. He was too busy staring the other two down to notice how hard she looked at him.

“Fine,” she said carefully. “It won’t take long.”

She rushed out the door and Max was quick to follow her. That hardened expression of his faded and there was Max again, soft and vulnerable and infuriating. Frustrated tears pricked her eyes and she hated it.

“Slow down,” he called to her. “I didn’t say any of that right, alright? That was a shitshow in word form and I can do better than that because, I mean, I’m me. If I fuck it up again, just slap me and we’ll be done with the whole thing.”

He caught up to her in long strides and gently encircled her wrist with one of his hands. She stopped with a harsh breath in and turned back to look at him, her fists clenched at her sides. He let go of her wrist and guided her to the side, away into one of the alleys of Las Vegas. Maybe Max was serious if he was so willing to stand next to garbage.

“I like you,” he tried again as he stood in front of her. “I think about you a lot and when I think about you, I go looking for you. I don’t even know what I’m going to say half the time when I do, alright? I just go and hope for the best. I don’t do that. Any of that. I don’t like people and I don’t hope for the best for...for anything. For anyone. But then there’s you and I do and it’s weird but I don’t hate it and I don’t hate you. That’s the thing! I. Don’t. Hate. You.”

His hands hovered by her shoulders, his eyes imploring her to listen to what he was saying. What was that one line? The one about how wonderful, how strange it was to be liked by something that hates all else? She couldn’t wrap her head around it but she knew she wasn’t angry anymore. Bewildered and breathless and taken aback and unquestionably warm. That’s what she was. Her silence compelled him to step away and she reached out for him. Giggling grew louder on the sidewalk outside the alleyway. They stared at each other, both waiting for something to happen.

“Max, I don’t know…”

She trailed and it didn’t matter that she didn’t know what to say. Anything she could have said was silenced by Max’s lips on hers, his hands on the wall to brace himself. She leaned up into him, her eyes on his and both just as confused. A giggling couple disappeared down the alley and they must have knocked against Max. His hands dropped from the wall to her shoulders and when he went to pull away, she slipped her arms around him and pulled him in. Their stagnant lips began to move and she could taste what it was that smelled so sweet. He could taste the burn of Jameson on her tongue. Their eyes fell shut and they dove into each other.

The tentative way he kissed her melted like sugar to absinthe. His tongue met hers, her teeth nipped at his lips. Not enough to hurt but enough to get his attention. His hands slid from her shoulders to her waist then finally they came to a stop at her hips. He kissed her hard and she met him on even ground, her fingers curled in tight against his broad back. A sound of disgust from him broke them apart and that scowl of his was back on his face. He breathed hard against the skin of her neck.

“Absolutely not,” he said with a borderline growl as he lifted his head and stared down the alley. “We are not making out in a filthy, scum-filled alleyway. I get that this is Vegas and it’s the bottom of the barrel but there is still a thing called standards.”

His hand slid into hers to lead her away and after a second, she laced her fingers with his. She didn’t know what they were or where the hell they would be when the weekend was over and they left this moment. They could figure it out. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and smiled at her. Not a shit-eating one, not a standing-over-your-fallen-enemy one. It was just a simple one, meant for her, and it made her hope that it wasn’t true what they said about Las Vegas. Just this once.