#i made myself laugh reading those. hm. huh

[sergle]

my twitter drafts are fucking crazy. ma'am do you like. need something.

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☆ HONKAI STAR RAIL

duckin' (boothill x gn!reader)

tw: none

additional: hint of forbidden love, a lot of censored cursing tbh

a/n: i'll proofread this when i wake up lol. i just had an idea and i needed to do word vomit before i forget all of it <//3 anyway hi :)

A relationship between human and cyborg.. How did that even work?

That was the question you always heard when the people of your planet met your boyfriend.

Granted, cyborgs were, in a way, still human. Not completely for sure, but still human. They had human feelings, human desires, human minds. It just so happened they had a body of steel and metal. There was no denying, however, that cyborgs felt.. a little inhuman sometimes. Their bodies was one such example, the steel often glinting underneath the light. Often times, they had.. "unique" features that weren't present in normal humans. Some had retractable arms, extended legs, and even extended—

Let's not go there.

Point is— cyborgs weren't quite human. Their unique features would make regular humans fear them. But, hey, this was the whole damn universe, of course there'll be the occasional weirdo or two with the sheer amount of planets that littered the whole, wide galaxy (I mean, Planet Screwllum literally exists), but that's to be expected.

Anyway, where were we? Right. Unique features.

For one, your boyfriend, a cyborg named Boothill, had this fun, little tech embedded in him called the Synesthesia Beacon. It was a translator device that allowed one's thoughts and consciousness into a language the receiver could understand. In this case— you.

Oh, and it was so, so hilarious.

And it also just happened that someone tinkered with his Synesthesia Beacon (Aeons knew who but a part of you thanks them for it). As thus, any fun curse words he wished to say were basically censored.

"That fudging idiot!" Boothill hissed lowly under his breath. "Can't forking believe that someone messed around with my Synesthesia Beacon. How the heck did they manage to do that anyway?"

You bit back a laugh and attempted for a gentle smile to hide your smirk. That obviously failed with the way Boothill shot you a warning glare.

"Ya sure ya weren't behind this, darlin'?" He plopped himself onto the seat next to you, cold, mechanical arms immediately wrapping around your waist like it belonged there. The thought made you a little happy. Just a little, of course. "Maybe ya did this to mess with me, hm?"

"I would never," you retorted with a chuckle. "I can't even trust myself with tinkering with elaborate machinery or whatnot, what made you think I'd have the balls to mess yours up?"

"Hah. Fair enough," he replied. "Still. Look at me. I sound like a character from those duckin' kid shows."

Boothill's face contorted, an unpleasant sneer forming on his lips at the realization that a simple 'damn' got censored too. God, that expression was hilarious.

"Pfft—" You really, really couldn't hold it back for much longer— "Duckin', huh?"

"Sweetheart, ya know I love ya, so spare me the laughin' and just don't for the love of frills— The fork?! Frills? Frills? Are you friggin kiddin' me right now? That friggin' son of a birch, I swear."

You laughed silently as he continued to rant on (Read: Attempt to cuss) with no end. You shifted in your place to face him, gently removing his grip on your waist. Once you've faced him, you gently cupped his cheeks, eyebrow raised.

Boothill stopped.

You always had that effect on him. One simple touch was all it took to rid him of all of his anger. It didn't matter whatever shit he was worrying about, the moment you touched him with a knowing glint in your eye, he immediately went quiet each time. His shoulders relaxed, obsidian eyes softening, and the deep frown on his face easing into a neutral line.

"You calmed down much more quicker this time," you hummed, thumb gently tracing his cheek. "Color me surprised."

"Duh, because it's ya, sweetheart," he murmured in reply, nuzzling further into your touch. "Don't know how ya do it, but ya always make me feel calm. I like it."

You didn't reply this time, your other hand reaching out to remove the hat atop of Boothill's head and placing it aside. Your fingers threaded itselves through his long, black and white locks, brushing aside the occasional tangle. His hair wasn't soft and perfect by any means but.. you didn't mind.

You still recalled the way your friends and family were.. rather concerned for you once they learned of your relationship with Boothill. In your planet, cyborgs, mechanical, and inorganic life forms weren't exactly welcome. It was taboo to even interact with one. Yet, you went ahead and got yourself a cyborg boyfriend anyway. Of course, they would be concerned.

Putting his whole "cyborg" origin aside, Boothill's personality and position as a Galaxy Ranger was something to.. definitely worry about. Galaxy Rangers were known for being lone travellers throughout the universe. Rarely do they travel in groups unless subduing an evil that a Ranger couldn't deal on their own. Wouldn't you be just abandoned? Be neglected? Those were the words of your loved ones.

Boothill wasn't like that in the slightest. Despite his outgoing and unrestrained personality, he made sure to never leave you alone for too long. Made you sure were happy first and foremost. Wasn't that enough? Wasn't him doing his best enough?

As you gaze into his eyes, you smiled again.

Yes. It was definitely enough.

"I love you," you said.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he said in turn. "Too duckin' much."

"..Pfft. Duckin'."

"I take it back. I don't love ya anymore."

"Hey!"

So, how did a relationship between a human and a cyborg work?

You don't know. It just did. To your planet, it was a taboo. To you, it felt right. It didn't matter to you one bit. In the end, Boothill being a cyborg did not matter.

And wasn't the most important thing here was love? You love him. He loves you.

That alone was enough.

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

10: Clair de Lune

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

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The boy I met in Greece.

Was I too young to think he was my first love? Six years is enough?

If there’s something that sets me apart from my sister Erica, it’s my lack of social skills. I was the one hiding behind my parents during introductions, the one who avoided problems to stay safe. Because avoiding problems means you don't have to expose your heart or confront others, right?

During those weeks in Greece, he was my voice. He stood by me, talked for me, and defended me. He was the first person I wanted to see when I woke up and the last before I went to bed. He stayed with me while I read, ordered my ice cream, and made me feel like I could be myself.

Until it happened.

That day, he wasn’t the same. He was quieter, barely smiled. He skipped breakfast, ignored me, and slept in the car. At lunch, he barely ate, and on the beach, he stayed in the shade.

I should have seen it. I should have noticed he was sick. But instead of facing the problem, I ran away.

That’s what I always did. That’s why the boy I loved became someone I hated. I was blind and too scared to confront the issue.

He called me a coward. And why deny it? I am. I make mistakes. I run from situations I can't handle. I push people away when things get tough. That's what I did with Charles, with Sebastian, and when I found out I was pregnant.

I ran away.

But I can't do it anymore. I have to face life, solve my problems, and fix my mistakes.

Charles insisted on staying with me in the villa. He left only for a day to grab things he needed and then came back the next day. I had a whole day for myself and my cat.

“What do you think about him, hm?” I sighed, rubbing my cat Athena's head. “An asshole, right?”

She looked at me with her ears turned back, like she disagreed with what I said.

“Oh, let me guess. He gave you your favorite treat and now you adore him, huh?” I smiled, rubbing her head.

I sighed, placing my hand on my belly and looking up at the ceiling.

A chance. I gave him a chance. But how will this work? I don't think I'm ready to forgive him, even if he proves he’s changed. How can I trust him? He might be the father of this kid, but that doesn’t erase the fact that the moment we conceived this baby was the worst day of my life.

“Knock, knock.”

I sighed, smiling weakly when I heard my sisters’ voices coming in. They walked into the house with bags in their hands, smiling.

“How are you doing?” Soleil asked, sitting next to me.

“Are you asking for the baby or for the one that made it?” I smiled weakly.

“Both,” she sighed, looking at our older sister. “He cares for you, Dafne…”

“You told him to come. Why?” I sighed, looking at Erica, who sat next to me, holding my cat on her lap.

“Because it was necessary,” she said, rubbing Athena’s head. “You two have something in common, and it’s not only your careers. That kid needs to grow up with a father. And you can’t run away from your problems all the time.”

“I know-”

“You’re twenty-six, Dafne. It’s about time you two talk about the past and clear things up! For God’s sake, he searched for you everywhere!”

“I know!” I sighed, looking at her. “I know. We talked.”

“Oh,” both my sisters frowned.

“I gave him a chance,” I sighed. “I know I can’t do this alone. I know I need him. It’s just… how can I trust him again? How… He promised me he’s going to change. But what if he doesn’t? What if now he’s telling everyone that I’m pregnant and that I won’t come back?”

“Come on, he’s stupid, but not that much,” Soleil laughed softly. “He cares for you. If he didn’t before he found out you were pregnant, he won’t do it now.”

“Which is why we came here…” Erica sighed. “You… you have to say something to the world, Daf. Everyone is asking where you are. Fred hasn’t heard anything more about you. I’m sure he’s already closing a deal with another driver.”

“It’s for the best,” I sighed, rubbing my belly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come back after this.”

“And then what are you going to do? Retire?” she sighed.

“I…” I swallowed thickly, feeling a knot in my throat and tears welling up. “I guess…”

“Come here,” Erica sighed, opening her arms and letting me lean on her. “Everything will be okay, yeah? We will be here for you. Mom and dad will be here for you. Charles… Charles will be here for you.”

“How did we end up like this… How? Why?” I mumbled, letting the tears flow silently down my cheeks.

“Maybe because you two are meant to be, hm?” Soleil sighed, leaning on me and hugging me too. “Maybe because your story didn’t end that day in Greece. Maybe you two were meant to be, and now a little version of you two is giving you a chance to be together again.”

We stayed in silence for a few seconds before laughing weakly again.

“That was so poetic,” Erica chuckled.

“I was inspired,” she joked, making us chuckle lightly again.

I smiled weakly and sighed, holding their hands and squeezing them tightly. If I retire, what will happen to them? They worked with me, they were my team, my biggest support…

“You two should find another driver to work with,” I whispered.

“What? No!” Soleil frowned. “I was your trainer. I can’t be with someone else.”

“Listen to me, okay?” I smiled weakly. “I’m sure you will find a new driver. Go try F1 Academy; the girls would love to have an experienced trainer. Please?”

They looked at each other and sighed, hugging me tightly. I have to accept my fate, that I can’t go back to karting because I have a kid to take care of.

“Maybe you’re right,” I sighed. “Maybe our story didn’t end in Greece. It was only on hiatus.”

I sighed, placing my hand on my belly and rubbing it softly. I should tell the world that I’m going to retire, and if I tell the truth, it would be best for me and my baby. But I have to talk with Charles about it because it’s something that concerns both of us.

“Do you think he feels the same?” I sighed.

“He wouldn’t have come if he didn’t,” Soleil whispered.

“He does care,” Erica said, brushing my hair. “But it’s something you two have to talk about. Only the two of you know how you feel, what you want.”

“I just want to stop feeling that pain every time I look at him,” I sighed. “I want to stop the stabs I feel in my chest every time he looks at me and talks about me. I just want to go back in time to Greece and live in a loop there.”

“Then fix things,” Erica said, encouraging me. “Fix things, tell him what you’re telling us now.”

“It’s not that easy, Eri,” I sighed. “I don’t trust him. I can’t even let him touch my belly. I feel so… I don’t know, betrayed.”

“It will take time,” Soleil sighed. “But hey, you have five months until the baby comes. You have enough time to fix everything.”

“He will go to the races,” I sighed. “He can’t be here all the time.”

They sighed and nodded, hugging me tighter, staying with me for the rest of the day, keeping me company.

After my sisters left after dinner, the house was silent again. It reminded me of the day I came home after that race, of how vulnerable I felt.

It was so cold. No matter how many layers of clothes I was wearing, I was still shaking.

“Dad said that the wood is outside,” Erica said, walking back inside the house with the last suitcase. “You know how it works, right?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, looking at the fireplace, clenching my jaw.

“We can stay if you ask us, you know?” Soleil sighed, sitting next to me on the couch. “You don't have to do this alone.”

“I need it,” I whispered. “I need to be alone, just for a while… I need to think.”

“We will come here once a week, okay?” Erica said, sitting on my other side and holding my hand. “To bring you things, hm? Just… don’t push us away.”

“What did Mom and Dad say?” I whispered.

“Well… they will support you, Daf,” Soleil said. “It was a shock at first… but… who is the father?”

I swallowed thickly, looking away. The father? Someone I hate, someone who only brings me trouble. Someone who only knows how to hurt me.

“Not who I wished,” I mumbled.

“Who?” Erica frowned but immediately understood, I think. “Oh…”

“Exactly,” I sighed. “Oh.”

They stayed silent, hugging me tightly, comforting me without saying anything until it was time for them to leave.

I watched the car drive away, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. It’s so cold outside; December is cold in this house.

“What am I going to do now?” I mumbled, placing my hand on my stomach, swallowing thickly when I felt the bump.

How could I have never noticed? I’m three months pregnant. How? I missed three periods. Was it because I focused too much on my season? And I never had morning sickness… at least not always, and I didn’t think it was because I was pregnant.

I sneezed softly and immediately walked inside the house, shivering. I grabbed some wood and placed it in the fireplace, lighting it and moving the wood until it burned.

I looked at the fire, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes when I felt the warmth kissing my cheeks. I followed the flames with my eyes, watching their hypnotic dance and feeling my mind relax immediately.

That’s what I need. Peace, loneliness. No one to disturb me. Just me, my cat, my piano, and my baby.

I shook my head, taking a deep breath and standing up from the couch, brushing away the memories that were coming back.

The piano was there, against the wall with the cover down. It’s been a while since I played it. I always did it with my dad when we came here in the summer, when I was a kid.

But now it felt like it was calling me, asking me to play it, to fill the silence of the house.

Slowly, I made my way to the piano, my heart beating a little faster with each step. I paused in front of it, hesitating. Taking a deep breath, I lifted the cover, revealing the old white and black keys. Even if they were dirty, they seemed to glow with a gentle invitation.

I sat down on the bench, my hands trembling slightly because of the cold as they hovered over the keys. My mind drifted back to the countless times I played here, watching and listening intently as my father played, how he smiled and closed his eyes every time he gave us a little concert.

Without thinking, my fingers found their places on the keys, and I began to play. The opening notes filled the room, soft and delicate, like a whisper. My hands moved with a mixture of uncertainty and muscle memory, but always touched the keys with security.

As the melody unfolded, I closed my eyes, letting the music guide me. The familiar patterns and rhythms started to flow more naturally, my fingers dancing over the keys with increasing confidence. The room around me disappeared, and my mind only focused on the music I was making, not hearing the front door opening or the meowing of my cat.

The final notes lingered in the air, a delicate echo of what once was. I sat there for a moment, letting the silence envelop me, my fingers still resting on the keys. A tear escaped and rolled down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe it away. Instead, I smiled softly, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a while.

“Clair de Lune.”

I gasped, flinching when I heard his voice. I heard him walk towards me, leaning on the wall next to the piano. He was smiling, looking at me and my hands.

“I didn’t know you played the piano,” he said, surprised.

“I told you, there are things about me you don’t know,” I sighed, looking away.

But then I flinched again, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach, making me stay silent and place my hand on my belly.

“What? What happened?” Charles frowned, moving fast and kneeling next to me. “Dafne.”

“The baby…” I mumbled.

“What? What happened?” he asked, panic filling his voice.

Without thinking about it, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly, ignoring the alarms in my brain.

Then again.

“Is that…” Charles mumbled, shocked too.

“A kick,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, feeling his warm hand on my belly. “It… it’s the first time the baby kicks.”

“Oh God,” he whispered, and I could feel the adoration in his voice. “God, Dafne… play again. Please, play the piano.”

I looked at him, smiling slowly and turning again to face the piano, playing another song, with his hand still on my belly, rubbing his thumb softly, and soft butterfly kicks in my womb.

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i know i'm a handful (but that's why you got two hands)

Summary:

And Evan… God, Evan was still wearing his uniform: a simple dark t-shirt tucked into his pants with a belt around his hips. His legs looked longer than they actually were, which Tommy hadn't thought possible, and his stomach… That was what he couldn't take his eyes off of. -- Tommy loves Buck's stomach and he just has to blow him about it.

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Tommy couldn’t believe he’d ever thought he was straight.

It had become a bit of a habit; him taking Evan to work and getting him from work whenever possible. Usually, Evan was already waiting for him by the time he pulled up to the firehouse, dressed up and with a bag over his shoulder.

Today, Evan was still standing by the firetruck, a rag in hand, and chatting up with his friends, while Gerrard looked bitterly on from the top of the firetruck, looking like some kind of a villain that had snuck its way to the firehouse.

And Evan… God, Evan was still wearing his uniform: a simple dark t-shirt tucked into his pants with a belt around his hips. His legs looked longer than they actually were, which Tommy hadn't thought possible, and his stomach… That was what he couldn't take his eyes off of.

Which was absolutely ridiculous. He’d seen his boyfriend shirtless many, many times. More times than he could count and he’d already told him a couple of times how much he loved the way he looked now that he was over that ketosis crap and back to eating carbs as much as he wanted to.

The belt was exaggerating what Tommy already loved and he had to clear his throat a couple of times before stepping forward to let himself be seen.

”Uh, are you guys keeping my boy overtime or what?” Tommy asked.

Evan's eyes were bright as he turned to look at him. He smiled, throwing the rag somewhere by the firetruck, and came to stand in front of Tommy, a sweet smile on his lips that Tommy wanted to, no, needed to kiss immediately.

Evan hummed happily as he did so.

”Hi,” he whispered.

”Hi,” Tommy said right back, trying his best to forget the fact that there were several pairs of eyes on them. He stroked his thumb over Evan’s hip, ”Do you think it’d be possible for you to come home wearing this?”

Evan tilted his head at him immediately and kept his voice low as he spoke, ”Yeah, you like it?”

”You have no idea.”

”Alright!” Gerrard’s voice broke through their private moment. ”Shift’s over.”

”Has been for ten minutes now,” Tommy mumbled, ignoring the older man. ”So… What’s the verdict on the uniform?”

”With him in control?” Evan asked, nodding toward Gerrard. ”I don’t think I can bring myself to feel sexy in this. All I’ll be able to think about is him and his stupid orders and believe it or not, babe, I really don’t want to think about that in our bedroom.”

”Hm,” Tommy hummed. ”Bet I could make you forget.”

Evan chuckled a little, heat rising to his cheeks, ”So that’s the mood you’re in today, huh? I guess we’ve got to do something about it.”

"Oh, you're not doing anything today," Tommy said, letting his palm run over Evan's stomach for just a split second. "But I'm going to do something when I get home. Or right here, if you don't go and take those clothes off this second."

”You’re ridiculous,” Evan mumbled, running his hand over his stomach the same way Tommy had just now.

Tommy made sure to look him up and down, ”And you’re hot as hell, Ev.”

He watched Buck gulp and take a slow step backward. He pointed in the direction of the lockers with his thumb while keeping eye contact with Tommy.

”I’ll uh… I’ll just get ready and we can uh… Go.”

Tommy gave him a simple nod and had to hold back a laugh when Evan almost fell over because of a bucket that had been left on the floor after cleaning the firetruck.

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The moment they stepped into the house, Tommy had Evan pinned against the first wall to their right. He didn’t care that they often ended up making out like this, like a couple of teenagers, because it was making him feel truly alive and Evan’s lips were just too difficult to resist.

He stripped off Evan’s jacket, throwing it somewhere on the floor before doing the same to his own jacket. They pulled apart for one, breathy second as they got rid of their shoes and continued their way down the hallway, lips locked together.

Evan's hands came to rest on the hem of Tommy's shirt, tugging at it in the way that he often did to tell him he wanted him to take it off. Instead of allowing it, Tommy took hold of his hands and moved them away, causing a small whine to escape Evan.

"Not now, baby," Tommy told him as they came to stand by the couch. He looked down at Evan's dilated pupils and chuckled. "Down."

Before Evan had any time to react, Tommy pushed him on the couch. A punched sound escaped Evan as he flopped down, his head hitting the soft back of the couch. He blinked up at Tommy, all sprawled out now and while the shirt he was wearing right now (used to be Tommy’s shirt) wasn’t as slim fit on him as the shirt of his uniform had been, it still showed the outline of his stomach. His abdomen, where Tommy was planning on pressing his hand in just a moment, was a little soft and what surrounded that softness were the abdominal muscles that Evan was very proud of. Then there was his chest and his collarbones and his shoulders but if Tommy thought about it all too much, he might actually explode right here and now.

Tommy got down on his knees in front of him, hooking his arms under Evan’s legs and pulling him toward him. A shaky breath escaped him, and Tommy plucked at his t-shirt.

”Take it off.”

Evan nodded at him, his lips slightly parted now that he stared down at him and did as he was told. Tommy smiled at him, rubbing his thighs for a bit before starting to work on getting rid of the jeans that were hugging his legs just perfectly.

”Fucking love this,” he heard himself breathe out as he pressed his lips against that stomach and undid the button of Evan’s jeans.

Evan made a small sound at the feeling of his lips on his body and soon, Tommy felt a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. He hummed against the warm skin and undid the zipper on Evan’s jeans, before tugging them, along with his boxers, out of the way.

”So gorgeous,” he told Evan, nosing at his stomach as he moved his lips downward. Evan hissed at the feeling, making Tommy let out a dark chuckle. ”And sensitive.”

Bringing his other hand to his stomach, pressing down ever so gently so that Evan wouldn’t buck his hips, Tommy brought his lips to Evan’s cock, which must have been straining against his jeans the whole ride home with how nice and heavy and red it already was. He took him in his mouth, deciding that today wasn’t the day for teasing. They both needed this desperately and he wanted to hear every single little sound that Evan would give him.

A moan that sounded a lot like ’Oh my God’ escaped Evan’s lips and Tommy sucked him harder, quickly taking him as deep as he possibly could. He hooked his free arm under Evan’s knee and rubbed at the skin there, wanting to feel every inch of him.

If his mouth wasn’t so full, he would’ve told Evan how pretty he looked like this; cheeks flushed and calling out his name like he couldn’t get enough of it. How much he loved it when Evan held onto his shoulder like it was his only lifeline. How good he felt and tasted in his mouth.

”I’m not- I’m not,” Evan started mumbling soon after and Tommy hummed around him, causing him to cry out again. ”Not gonna l- last long if you keep- Fuck!”

Tommy pulled away from him and wiped away some of the spit that had dribbled down to his chin. He hushed Evan when he whined, trying his best to move his hips forward to get some kind of relief. Tommy kissed his hipbone once before wrapping his hand around Evan’s cock. As nice as it would have been to have him come down his throat while he cried out his name, Tommy had other plans for today.

Tommy looked up, finding that Evan’s eyes were the slightest bit watery. He stroked him in the way that he knew Evan loved: nice and tight until reaching the tip, where he made his grip just a little lighter, just a little more teasing.

”There you go, baby, so good,” Tommy told him. ”You can come whenever you want, I’ve got you.”

That seemed to do it for Evan, although Tommy liked to think that the way he tightened his hold on him and the way that he called him a good boy had something to do with the fact that with a wounded cry, Evan came all over his fist, and his stomach, just the way Tommy had wanted him to.

”So good for me, so fucking gorgeous,” Tommy whispered to him, keeping his grip on him tight until Evan squirmed away from the touch.

He stroked him once more, feather-light, and let his slowly softening cock rest against his abdomen. He wished he had his phone on him right now so that he could take a picture but sadly, it was lying on the floor in the pocket of his jacket.

”Good job, baby,” he whispered, moving up with a small groan from having been on his knees a little too long.

He brought his hands to Evan’s waist, loving the way he shivered at his touch. His head was still thrown back, his mouth just a little open and his eyes tightly closed, like he’d been frozen in time.

His eyes snapped open only when Tommy began to suck on his stomach, tasting the cum there and making sure to get every last drop of it so that it wouldn't go to waste. He heard Evan whisper something along the lines of 'holy shit' as he looked down at him, and soon, his hand was in his hair again.

Tommy pressed his lips right above his belly button and then moved to press a kiss on his sternum and allowed himself to sit in Evan’s lap, mindful of his cock, still a little interested in what was going on. He moved his lips to Evan’s neck, licking the light layer of sweat there, tasting the salt.

”God,” he heard Evan chuckle, breathless.

”I love you, sweetheart,” Tommy whispered into his neck, snuggling closer.

Evan breathed deeply against him, his body relaxing under him, ”I love you too.”

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

daredevil fam celebrating teen!intern!reader's birthday! (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 906

request: yes / no

original request: “HIII FAVORITE AUTHOR OMG ok soo my birthday is comin up on the 19th and i was just wondering how the daredevil fam would help celebrate w a teen!reader -- intern or adopted kid, whichever you’re feelin. and there’s literally no rush! i’m just excited that my birthday’s coming up :) “

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page, josie, marv LMAO

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! omg i hope u have the best day ever!! this request was SO FUN to write & i rly loved thinking up how the fam would help celebrate!! i used a more professional looking pic bc i think these headcanons may be my most chaotic LMAO 🫶

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ok so the way they found out it was ur birthday is lowkey stalker-ish

maybe not full stalker but it’s not like it was out in the open.

a certain… ahem…. fogwell foggy foghorn fogster fog jr 

i forgot his full name this is embarrassing so let’s pretend i said that on purpose as a joke!!

haha hehe omg mae ur so funny

why thank you!!

anyways he was looking in ur file that ur school had given nelson murdock & page so that u could legally work there

and he saw that ur birthday was in two days!!!

two days!!!

so he was in full panic mode

below are real (YEAH, REAL!!) texts he sent to karen & matt

i gotta prepare myself yknow i gotta get in that foggy texting headspace

ok i'm ready

ahem

“OMG (oh my gosh) 😱😱😱😱!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! y/n’s birthday is in TWO DAYS 🚨🚨🚨RED ALERT RED ALERT 🚨🚨🚨we have to do something for them!!!!!! like maybe get a gift 🎁or some cake 🍰🧁🎂? they would like that, right? of course they would, who doesn’t like cake 🤩🤩🤩🤩?? well, except for you matt 😡😡i judge you for that. JK (just kidding) LOL (laughing out loud)... or am i🤔🤔?? anyway we need to be READY!!!”

imagine matt’s text to speech reading that

like it would be saying “exclamation point” until the end of time LMAO

(laughing my ass off)

HAHA

also i do think matt prob doesn’t like cake

he prob would want one of those meatloaf cakes for his birthday like the ones that ppl “frost” with mashed potatoes? they seem like his vibe

ok anyways so you were kinda suspicious when you got to the firm the next day

you had a lot of stuff to file so you were trying to get down to it

but then they all kept coming over and asking questions

“hey, y/n. what’s your favorite color?”

“[your fave color].” you answered

and karen nodded but she took out her phone and made a note so you were like “hm”

but you thought nothing of it

and then matt came over 

and he was like “what’s something you like”

and you were like “...”

and he said “well?”

and you were like “just… anything?”

“yeah.”

“uh… i like watching baseball. and … cats.”

“ok, baseball and cats. perfect.”

and then he smiles as he walked away because he understood that he just unintentionally made the perfect pun

THE PURRFECT PUN OMG

so that was kind of funny

and kind of sweet bc like maybe they were trying to connect w u more!

but then u saw foggy taking a picture of u filing

“foggy, what the hell are you doing??”

you knew they didn’t like you swearing in the office but y’all desperate times call for desperate measures

“uh.. i’m… taking a selfie.”

“yeah? let me see.”

so he tried to hide it from you

but it was very clearly a photo of you!!!

“foggy --”

“y/n. it’s a new filter. don’t worry. it only LOOKS like you. it’s actually me.”

“uh-huh.”

so you went to bed that night kinda nervous

like were they going to kill u or something??

did u need a witness??

oh well

anyway so the next day was ur birthday!!

yayyyyyy

happy birthday to u happy birthday to u happy birthday y/n happy birthday to u

that was from me to u reader, but ik u wanna know what matt and foggy & karen say so i’ll go do that

you were lowkey scared to go in the office

bc again, they were all acting weird 

AND AS SOON AS U OPENED THE DOOR

u heard foggy whisper “go”

and then nothing

and you heard foggy curse and karen was like

“we told you these confetti poppers were expired!!”

regardless, they all were like “SURPRISE!!!”

and you were totally floored

bc this was like so nice

& u never expected for them to do anything for ur birthday

THEY EVEN GAVE YOU A GIFT!!

really really nice seats to a baseball game!!

not that it mattered for matt where u sat 💀 

OK SORRY I'M DONE W THAT

and yeah they were gonna go with you 

which was so cute like aww

KAREN MADE YOU CUPCAKES

bc lets be honest she would be the best baker

and she piped these like little cats on them!!!

they were so cute

except for the fact that they weren’t in the fridge so they were kind of half melted

but you loved them so much it literally didn’t matter

if you didn’t suspect that this internship was the best thing to ever happen to you before, you definitely had it confirmed now.

ok last little anecdote so i don’t end on such a cheesy note

HAHA

after u did some filing

ok it was ur birthday but that didn’t mean u got out of work

the fam took u to josie’s and foggy told her it was ur birthday

and she was like “happy birthday kid.”

and then she looked him straight in the eye and was like “you’re not getting food for free because of that.”

but guess what?

everyone in the bar was pretty jolly bc its a bar guys ppl drink

anyway so they sang happy birthday to u!!

ur fave old man marv (who u had that wing eating contest with once) led the singing

IT WAS THE BEST DAY EVER :D

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[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

The Mafia Princess Part VIII: The Conversation

Mafia Princess Masterpost

AO3 Link

Winning Result/Previous Chapter: Ask if Desi can drop her off at a McDonald’s so she can get food.

Reminder: The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post!

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“I want to go to McDonalds.” Elsa hadn’t even realized she had voiced her semi-hysterical thought until Desi was slowly raising his eyebrows, and, well. At least he had proven by this point that he wasn’t going to shoot her for saying something dumb. 

Considering that, Elsa decided to do what she had done since the moment she knew she was on her own in a world that wasn’t kind. She doubled down. 

“There’s one between this place and the school, if I’m remembering all the streets right, so since you were offering anyways, you can just… drop me off there, instead.” Elsa made sure to cross her arms and take a strong stance, not sure if that made her seem more serious or less. 

She half-expected some dramatic stare-off or for Desi to say something that sounded like some kind of riddle. Instead, all she got was a simple, “Alright.” He then headed back towards the dramatic, fancy mafia car like it was just that simple. 

Unable to help herself, and because the terrifying man with the intimidating voice who was named ‘Scotty’ of all things didn’t seem like he was really listening, Elsa quickly caught up to him to ask, “That’s it? No berating me for my choices, or telling me that as a foster kid I obviously don’t have the money to spend on things like fast food- Not even a joke about how I’m using the mafia as a taxi service?”

“Well, to be fair to your last point, I often use them as a taxi service myself.” Okay, but he was the boss of them. Elsa wasn’t sure that really counted. “As for your first point, why would I? There’s nothing for me to gain by commenting on your behavior except for you to be even more difficult.” 

“Well… Yeah.” Desi slid into the car as Scotty opened the door for him, because yeah, of course. Elsa then, of course, scurried inside the car when Scotty kept holding the door open and giving her a look to hurry her ass up. Probably. She would assume that was what the look meant. “Okay, but what about the second point?” 

“How you spend what funds belong to you is your choice, even in difficult times. Although I suppose, at most, I could always caution you to have a stash tucked away in case of emergencies?” 

“That? That sounded really mafia-like,” Elsa pointed out, half-sure she heard the driver up front laugh. His name had been… Ad-something? “Just to point that out. And make sure you know.” 

Desi, at least, gave one of those little huffs of laughter that assured Elsa she wasn’t about to get in trouble or anything. Plus, it was fun to obviously be on the boss’ good side and have his lackeys be annoyed by her humor and unable to do anything except roll their eyes. (Was Elsa a little upset still over how ‘Scotty’ sounded like he wanted to shoot her when she first picked up Desi’s phone? Hm… Probably not.) 

“Aidano, the closest McDonalds, if you could.” Aidano! That had been the driver’s name! Since Elsa had taken the fancy seat that faced away from the driver, she had to do some twisting and turning to get a glimpse of his face. From what she could see, he looked amused, but didn’t even question it. “Seatbelt.” 

“Huh?” Turning back around, Elsa blinked at seeing Desi was staring at her- Oh. Right. Seatbelt. “Good job. That sounded less like a mafia thing to say.” 

“Oh, well as long as I’m doing a good job to hide it,” Desi drawled in the most dry tone she had ever heard an adult speak in. It was great. Obviously he wasn’t around kids a lot, which meant there was a good chance she could get him to just treat her like a normal human being once she got him past the whole ‘I’m a twelve-year-old girl and obviously need help’ thing he seemed to have going on. 

Taking a moment to finally put her sketchbook back into her bag, Elsa paused as she looked down at the business card she noticed she was still holding. “So… I just come back here, make sure the jacket fits, and that’s… it? I just leave after that?” 

“That’s it,” Desi said, Elsa looking from the card to him, a little surprised that she wasn't surprised with how genuine he sounded. She guessed he had been pretty upfront about everything ever since she had met him, even confirming that he was in the mafia and everything. 

“Huh.” Tucking the card away into her sketchbook, Elsa zipped up her bag, set it between her legs, and then looked back up. If this was her last time seeing an actual mafia boss — and one that wouldn’t even shoot her — then she might as well get some questions answered. “I don’t have a phone and getting to the library sucks some days, so what’s the actual difference between the mob and the mafia?” 

She heard what was definitely a laugh from Aidano and what might have been a startled grunt from Scotty, but Desi didn’t even look caught off-guard. She’d have to work on it. “I mentioned earlier that it was different races, primarily. Since I doubt you’re here for a history lesson, the quickest summary I’ll give you is that the Irish and Irish immigrants founded and control the mob while the mafia is run by those of Italian descent.” 

“Huh.” Not something she probably would have learned in school, but kind of cool to know. “So do you guys really pay off the police? Like in Gotham?” At her wonderful, thoughtful question, Scotty moved his hand so he was rubbing at his eyes and covering his face like he had a headache. Elsa was a little proud of that fact. 

Desi, proving that he was an adult that was actually kind of cool, asked, “The comics, the cartoon, or the show?” She didn’t even care if it was a front and he didn’t know any of it, it still made her opinion of him rise just a little. 

“My first thought was like the cartoon, but if it is true, I kind of pictured it’d be something more like the actual show.” She needed to try and watch more of it. Her last foster home had flipped when they had seen her watching it since she was ‘too young.’ “So, like, do you pay them off? Threaten them? Secretly have your own men infiltrated within their ranks?” 

“Sadly, I’ll have to disappoint and say none of those,” Desi chuckled — a real laugh! — and shook his head. “While we do have a relationship with the police, it can best be summed up as… tense.” 

“Ah. So you’re too good to get caught and when you do you just pay them off,” Elsa nodded, deciding that she probably didn’t want to know any more details like what they actually did as a mafia and all that. Maybe if she met them again. “Okay, so, do you have to be Italian to be part of the mafia? Or just white?”

“Well, you used to have to be full Italian on both sides of your parents.” Desi answered her like he was taking her seriously and it was honestly kind of nice. “Back around 2000, though, it changed so you only needed to be half as long as that half was on your father’s side and not your mother’s.” 

“Sounds patriarchal.” Elsa didn’t get to continue on what she had no doubt would have been a great conversation on feminism and its place in the mafia, but instead she was interrupted by Aidano and the car coming to a stop. 

“Should I remain parked, sir, or would you rather we go through the drive-through?” Hm. Elsa wasn’t sure if that was a sense of humor or not. 

Desi, instead of answering, looked at her. Elsa had a feeling she was about to be given another choice that felt like it wasn’t all that much of a choice. “Would you rather us drop you off like you wanted earlier? Or if you’d like, we can grab you something and then drop you off at your home or school.” 

Well. Nice to see she had been right.

[midnightpillsnacking]

[Loulou*di S3V4 L 3-19] Hana-Doll 3rd Season THINK OF ME:DEJA VU Translation

Translation below the cut. Google Drive link | Listen to the album on Spotify

Rui: (sighs) My… true wish?

(Rui suddenly winces in pain.)

Ryoga: (runs over) Hey, you okay?

Rui: You’re… Kagekawa Ryoga from Anthos*.

Ryoga: Looks like we meet again, Rui. But that aside, is there something wrong with your chest?

Rui: Why do you ask?

Ryoga: What do you mean ‘why’? You’re clutching it like it hurts and you’re shaking like a leaf. Maybe you should go get checked by the medical–

Rui: That won’t be necessary.

Ryoga: Really? Well, if you insist, then I won’t force you. By yourself today?

Rui: Ageha is upstairs.

Ryoga: Ah, with President Amagiri? Speaking of which, last time Ageha went to see the president by himself too. Are you always staying behind to watch the house?

Rui: Watching the house…?

Ryoga: !! My bad, that was a joke.

Rui: It’s nothing. I was just thinking about things.

Ryoga: Thinking about things, huh?

Rui: Hm?

Ryoga: Rui, is it okay if we chat for a bit?

Rui: If it’s until Ageha returns.

Ryoga: You really do cherish Ageha-san, don’t you? I’m the same, too. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what I cherish. That’s why, lately all I’ve been thinking of is stupid things. Thanks to a bunch of people, Anthos* is now on the fast track, and we’re getting lots of jobs here and there. We’ve managed to put ourselves out there and be seen, and things look like they’ll go swimmingly at this rate… is what I thought, anyway.

Rui: Is that not how it is?

Ryoga: The change in environment is so drastic, it’s like my blood can’t catch up with my limbs. It’s a weird, uneasy feeling, but it seems like Loulou*di  have already crossed that bridge. It made me think that you guys really are amazing seniors.

Rui: Is that so?

Ryoga: (laughs) What a typical response. I’m not saying those things because of being polite.

Rui: Then, what do you mean?

Ryoga: I mean that there are definitely more guys out there who couldn’t keep up and just threw in the towel than I thought. Anthos* has got to keep aiming forward so we don’t end up like that. That’s why… I was thinking that it’d be nice if I could get a little advice from a senior.

Rui: Advice?

Ryoga: A little while back, Setsuna said he got some advice from Ageha-san.

Rui: Yashiro Setsuna?

Ryoga: He wouldn’t tell me everything. ‘The enemy is not always lying in wait outside’--that’s what Setsuna said Ageha-san told him. Rui, do you know what that means?

Rui: The advice came from Ageha. I wouldn’t know the details.

Ryoga: Really?

Rui: Do you think I’m lying?

Ryoga: Not taking you for a liar, but you’re always close to Ageha, so I thought you might have some idea.

Rui: Did you think that simply by being by his side, I would be able to read his mind? Are you able to understand every one of Yuuki Mahiro’s thoughts?

Ryoga: … Ah, sorry. What I said was wrong.

Rui: It’s alright. I understand that what you said carelessly wasn’t something so flippant. There was a meaning to your words.

Ryoga: …Eh? H-hey, what do you mean that…?

Rui: A few words will become your will and turn into an action of impulse…

Ryoga: Rui? Sorry, did you catch what I said?

Rui: I don’t know Ageha’s true intentions of telling Yashiro Setsuna what he said. As for myself, I don’t think I can think of a piece of advice to give you.

Ryoga: O-oh…

Rui: Kagekawa Ryoga, do you have something you wish for?

Ryoga: …W-wish?

Rui: I don’t know myself. As Ageha said before, what exactly frightens you?

Ryoga: !! What are you–

Rui: This has nothing to do with me. This is about what’s on the other side of the wall that separates us, what’s beyond the boundary line between. But there are things that I am aware of. In this world, there exists things that are contradictory.

Ryoga: Contradictory?

Rui: The change you speak of is something framed by your own interpretation, but it’s not something that captures the truth.

Ryoga: What do you mean…?

Rui: Just like how the things are lost in translation, or how your interpretation of god changes depending on your belief, you can spend your whole life side by side, but you will still never become one and the same. Not as one existence.

Ryoga: Hold on, what are we talking about now?

Rui: The flower is delicate.

Ryoga: By flower, you mean… the ones inside us?

Rui: Kagekawa Ryoga. If you’re not prepared to rot together with Yuuki Mahiro, then wash your hands clean while you still can. The influence of the flower inside you is starting to show. Before that happens…

Ryoga: …Why? Why do you speak Hiro’s name? Hey, Rui. Did you do something to him?!

Rui: !!

Ryoga: S-sorry.

Rui: I’m not aware of anything. Just forget what I said.

Ryoga: Could it be that… you’re worried about me?

Rui: Sympathy…?

Ryoga: You said something?

Rui: No, it’s nothing. Let’s meet again at the music awards, in our best form. That is what Ageha hopes for. Which is why I decided to talk to you.

Ryoga: That wasn’t a warning to me?

Rui: Everything is for Ageha’s sake.

Ryoga: Rui, why do you hold onto Ageha-san that much?

Rui: Hold onto?

Ryoga: I believe that Ageha-san is someone amazing. But to you, his existence is so much more than that, isn’t it?

Rui: I…

(Both Rui and Ryoga receive notifications)

Rui: It seems we are being called.

Ryoga: Yeah. Looks like I’ve got to answer. I think we’ve got to call it here today.

Rui: So it seems.

Ryoga: I’m glad I got to talk to you. Then, until we meet again.

Rui: Likewise.

Ryoga: Rui. About our conversation… Whatever comes our way, I don’t intend to let go of Hiro’s hand. So that we’ll never lose each other ever again. That day, we made a promise to search for the truth together. Talking with you made me remember something important. Thanks for helping me make up my mind on my resolve.

(Ryoga leaves.)

Rui: I, too… if I have emotions for him, for Ageha… To let a man break and scatter while staying ignorant would be regrettable.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear - Chapter 2

“Oh no, you’re a morning person!” - October 2nd prompt. The morning after is never quite as comfortable as the night before.

Check it out on AO3 here, or below the KR! (Backposting, I know, I suck, I'm sorry-)

I woke with a jerk, startled to consciousness by the feeling of someone moving around near me, rubbing bleary eyes as I found myself upright.

A hand found my shoulder, and I snapped around, fumbling for the knife taped under the bed and almost falling from the sofa. The motion brought back my memories with a jolt of realisation and shame, and I looked up quickly.

Matt was standing over me, his fingers hesitating where my shoulder once was, face creased in concern. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ he explained slowly, and raised a steaming mug by way of explanation.

“Oh, I- Uh, th-thank you… I…” I shuffled upright as I spoke, reaching for my hearing aids with a soft groan. “Thank you,” I muttered again, taking the coffee from him carefully. “You can, uh… Sit, if you want.”

He moved easily around the sofa as I pulled my feet out of the way, fingertips trailing over the arm to guide him before he dropped down beside me. “Good morning,” he offered, grinning broadly, and I groaned again, shaking my head.

“Oh, no. You’re a morning person,” I whined, hanging my head in horror, pushing my free hand through my hair. “I don’t think this is going to work out, Mr. Murdock. I can’t be with anyone so chipper in the morning.”

He laughed aloud, shaking his head. “I have to work at nine! At least I made you coffee… When I know your apartment a little better, it’ll be breakfast. Pancakes on a weekend.”

We both hesitated, and he blushed heavily, but I only smirked.

“Moving in already, hm?”

He snorted, cheeks still coloured as he shook his head. “You’re the one who asked me to stay the night!”

“The night… Not every night,” I teased, chuckling at his embarrassment. “… But I do appreciate coffee. And I do like pancakes.”

He smiled shyly, still looking a little mortified by his comment. “I make mean pancakes.”

I grinned to myself, inching infinitesimally closer. “Maybe we should go on a second date before you start leaving your toothbrush here, huh?”

He flushed a little further, shaking his head. “I thought there wasn’t going to be a second date; aren’t I too ‘chipper’ in the morning?”

Snorting, I pushed a hand through the mess of my hair, pretty grateful he couldn’t see me looking so dishevelled. “True. I’d have to very carefully consider it…” Despite the coffee on my breath, in my half-asleep state I found myself leaning a little closer, biting back a smirk as his throat bobbed nervously when the sofa shifted beneath him. “There’s sure to be some confounding variables.”

“Oh?” he replied, tongue darting out to wet his lips anxiously. “Such as?”

“Well, the quality of those pancakes, for one.”

“But of course. For now, I can only guarantee that I’ve never had complaints.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“Anything else?” he breathed, too soft for my hearing aids to pick up, barely far enough away to keep my eyes from blurring as I fought to read his lips.

“Attraction? Compatibility?” I offered at a whisper, and his fingertips found my jaw, tipping my head up and giving me all the time in the world to draw away before his mouth brushed mine, soft and delicious and safe.

A low groan rumbled in my chest as my hand grasped at the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until his tongue brushed mine and I felt him gasp, eliciting a proud smirk.

By the time he eventually pulled away, his stubble had lightly chafed my jaw, and his hair was in disarray from my fingers tugging desperately. But he only smiled, his thumb caressing my cheek lightly.

“Well? How’s that for attraction and compatibility?” he murmured, and I grinned shyly, the heat rising in my skin under his hand making him smirk.

“Pretty good…” I admitted, leaning closer once more, and sighing when he drew back a little further. “Work?”

“Work,” he agreed softly. “…Can I see you tonight?”

“Tonight doesn’t work for me,” I admitted reluctantly, grimacing. I was on a stakeout with Nat, much to my chagrin – and it wasn’t the type of job where you could call in sick, unless you were actively dying. “Work stuff.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D agents work nights?” he pressed, head tipped curiously, and I nodded against his palm.

“When we have to.” His forehead creased minutely, portraying his anxiety, and I flinched guiltily. “…Tomorrow? I can… Pick you up from work.”

The frown morphed into a grin, and I beamed in response. “That… That sounds nice.”

“You have beard burn on your chin.”

I rolled my eyes as she smirked, nudging her lightly and reaching over to snag a couple of fries from her box. “I noticed, thank you.”

“Hey! Get your own! Shouldn’t you be a little more grateful? I told you he was a good guy!”

Snorting at her one-handed signing, I leant against her lightly, both of us unphased by the distant ground several floors below our dangling feet as we sat at the edge of the roof. “He... Really is,” I admitted reluctantly, her face lighting up at my words.

“Did he spend the night?”

I blushed violently, taking a look through the binoculars slowly before replying. “He... I slept on the sofa. I just wanted the company.” I felt her stiffen beside me, inhaling to respond, and shook my head quickly. “Don’t apologise. You’ve been busy with work, Nat. It happens. And it was... Nice,” I admitted, blushing.

“Yeah, it definitely looks like you slept on the sofa,” she quipped with a smirk when I lowered the binoculars once more, eliciting yet another roll of my eyes.

“This was this morning. And as far as we went,” I added pointedly, making her groan. “I don’t give it up on the first date, Nat!”

“You don’t give it up on any date, Barton,” she replied aloud, slowly skimming the rooftops around us. ‘How long were you with Laura for – six months or so? And you still never-”

“I’m aware,” I replied coldly, shooting her a glare she didn’t see.

“Don’t you just want to get it over with?” she asked softly, as she had many times before, lowering the binoculars to meet my gaze, and I scowled.

“You know how I feel about that,” I muttered, looking away as my cheeks flushed. Since I failed to carry out my mission to kill the adolescent assassin, choosing instead to rescue her, we’d become close friends, and over the years she’d eked out the details. Most of my closest teammates knew about me being trans, but very few ever discussed it with me – except for Nat. She didn’t shy away from asking questions or helping me out, and as a result, she knew the real reasons I was reluctant to seek out the intimacy that came so naturally to her – the overwhelming fear of being seen as less of a man based on my body.

She had, on more than one occasion, offered to make my first time a comfortable affair with someone I trusted. It was only when I found myself seriously considering it that I decided to throw myself back into the dating scene – something that I’d avoided since the breakdown of my relationship with Laura two years ago left me with little faith in the whole institution. But time was moving onwards, and I didn’t want to hit my 40s with this hanging over my head. But after six failed dates – five ending at my disclosure of my deafness, the sixth when I told him I was trans – I’d finally relented to be set up with the ‘great guy’ she knew, despite my reservations.

“I know. But... He really is a great guy, Clint. I don’t think he’d hurt you, you know?”

I nodded softly, gazing into the distance with my hands wrapped around my coffee cup. “Yeah... Neither do I.”

@flufftober

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Writing Advent Calendar

Day 24

Prompt: A Christmas right after the show ended

AKA: The 5 girls finally get their gifts!

Read on ao3 or under the cut

The five girls sat in a ring.

"Alright, who should start?" Violetta asked.

"Maybe we can start with you," Camila said.

"Well... ok!"

Everyone put out their gifts for her.

"Open mine first!" Ludmila encouraged.

Violetta curiously unwrapped the gift from Ludmila. She smiled as she saw it.

"A dress with pockets! Thank you, Ludmila!"

"You're welcome," Ludmila said with a smirk, "I thought I could give you some good clothes."

"Ha. Yeah, thank you."

Violetta then opened Naty's gift.

"A notebook!"

"I've decorated it myself," Naty said proudly.

"I see that! It's so cute, Naty!"

"Thanks!"

Next was Camila's present.

"Coloring pencils!" Violetta exclaimed. 

"Yep, I knew just the ones you would need and want!"

"Thank you so much, Camila!"

Francesca smiled with anticipation as Violetta was opening her gift.

"Oh my god..." Violetta said as she saw what it was. "Francesca...? A diary?"

"Yep!" Francesca grinned. She was nervous about giving Violetta the diary and seeing she liked it so much made her very happy.

"It's so nice! Thank you! And thank you all for your wonderful presents!"

-

It was Ludmila's turn. She started out with Francesca's gift.

"What's this? A puzzle?"

"On the milky way!" Francesca explained, "I felt like, you'd probably need some puzzle in your life and this would be perfect for you!"

"Hm... I've never thought of that. Thank you!"

She then opened Camila's gift.

"A T-shirt? What does it say... I'm the greatest star?"

"Like the musical Funny Girl!" Francesca exclaimed.

"What?" Camila asked.

"It's just a musical," Ludmila explained, "But this fits me so well! Thank you, Cami!"

"Open mine now!" Naty exclaimed.

"Oh my god, what have you gotten me?" Ludmila asked. With how much Naty smiled, she was very curious. As she opened it, she gasped.

"A bedsheet?"

"And pillow sheet!" Naty added.

"Of space?"

"Of space! You'll sleep in space tonight, Ludmi!"

Ludmila shined up. "Thank you, Naty! I very much will."

She then started to open Violetta's present. This was the one she got the most surprised about.

"I-Is this...?"

"Mhm..." Violetta nodded.

"Isadora Starfighter..."

"...all 13 books!"

"But..."

"I know, they're children's books, but god dammit Ludmila, you if anyone needs the full collection! When I saw this collection box was on sale, I needed to get it! I've noticed you loved these books and, maybe now you finally can get the chance to re-read them!"

Ludmila was trying to not tear up. She kept it together and took a deep sigh.

"Thank you. So much. Really."

Violetta took her hand, squeezing it. 

-

Next up was Naty. She started with opening a gift from Violetta.

"New flannel shirts! Thank you!"

Then she opened the one from Fran.

"Bracelets!"

"Yeah, I picked those colors specifically for you," Francesca explained, "I don't know, but shades of orange, white and pink really suits you..."

"I agree... that is very true."

Naty then went to open Camila's present.

"No way! A gift card to the second hand store? Thank you so much, Cami!"

Then it was Ludmila's. She was excited to see what Ludmila gave her.

"Roller skates?"

"Yep!" Ludmila giggled, grinning very hard.

"Thank you! But... why..."

"Because you'd look so freaking cool on them! Imagine that!"

Naty smiled, "You think I would be cool on them?"

"Yes!"

"Well... I've always wanted to try..."

-

Next was Camila. She started with the gift from Naty.

"A gift card to the retro store? You know me so well!"

Then it was Violetta's.

"A sketchbook! Aw, and it's got a flower on it! Thanks Vilu, it's just what I need!"

Then, it was Fran's.

"A notebook! With a feather! Wow, with Vilu's sketchbook, these two match!"

Finally, it was Ludmila's turn. Camila smiled as she opened it.

"Roller skates! Wait, you gave both me and Naty roller skates?"

"Uh-huh!" Ludmila laughed in a rather weird way, "You two can skate together, and I can watch!"

Naty and Camila looked at each other. 

"I wouldn't mind skating with you," Naty admitted, "Maybe we can learn together!"

"Yeah!" Camila said. They smiled at each other.

"And I CAN WATCH YOU!" Ludmila exclaimed, making everyone giggle nervously.

-

Finally, it was Francesca's turn. She started with Naty's present.

"Wow! A collection of bows!"

"Yes, and in colors I thought represented you!" Naty said. The bows were in pink, purple and blue. Fran and everyone else agreed those colors was really associated with her.

Then Francesca opened Ludmila's gift.

"A dress! Wow, it's really pretty!"

"I wanted you and Violetta to match!" Ludmila said, gesturing to the fact that their dresses were almost identical. The two girls took each other's hands briefly, sharing small smiles.

Then it was Camila's gift Francesca opened.

"Oh my god! A ukulele!" She started playing some tones, "Just what I wished for!"

Then it was Violetta's gift. As Francesca opened it, her eyes widened.

"A diary!"

"Yeah!" Violetta grinned.

"Just like I bought you a diary!"

"Yes!"

They gave each other a hug, bonding over their matching gifts.

"Well, this was an eventful gift exchange!" Camila said.

"Sure was," Naty said, "We better do it next year, too!"

[notachair]

lmao not me realizing all the trailers passed me by XD so here's me reacting to each trailer

Info: caught up with the manga, tho not really any spoilers

Einar & Thorfinnnnn my brotherssss

that "they're beasts, monsters in human skin" with tiny thorfinn's blank look a tiny child body standing in a burning battlefield 👌

I see which scenes they're putting their money into

bless, the anime made his scruffy looks look good XD lowkey gonna miss scruffy manga Thorfinn (admittedly while reading it even for a second time I was "I'm looking forward to seeing that fucking beard gone")

the moth thing is still so fucking hilarious

bruh what are they using all the best lines and moments in even one trailer for?

a-anime Snake 😳

fucking Canute. 😒 and omg short haired Canute!

!! more Canute scenes???? 👀

Ulf!

Who's that redhead being crowned? Harald? OMG THAT MEANS-?? 🥺 (fuck.) better see more of that sister. 😒

I see some I thought to be blondes are redheads here but glad about that small diversity

Oh that eye thing fancy

May we get a Canute in his seat resting/sleeping with a book over his face? 👉��

Head time.

that "from today on you'll be friends" and about though it's literal, that combined with "cultivate, invest, harvest it" <3

Omgggggg more young Thorfinn scenessss

Also just, the cut on his ear is different now

*splat* (could say something more profound but I choose not to try articulate it)

Einar utilizing that macho voice, investing in Thorfinn's life and will to live.

Bro. 🥺 -

- Bro. 🥹

AAAHHH THE OP SONG!! I'm liking it, the vibe is certainly something

yesyes give me more flashback of that rabid kiddo

oh. looking back. it's thorfinn pov. it reminds me of a fight I read when I caught up just this weekend, it was interesting. I thought that way of visualizing it was a rather cool choice

sister gets to talk now, interesting how that line is framed there, true enough I guess thorfinn come over to make him laugh

those conehead brothers, are they emphasizing it? XD

ah those brothers huh. call that a Wake Me Up (vIOleNCE edition)

you're making me dizzy with those waves man

them dehydrated muscles 🥵 /s

"The strong kills the weak, it's only natural" 🧐S3 material (it was thorfinn saying that right?)? cause like, bruh-

idk what's up with that last frame of Thorfinn but yea he angsty (can I just gush about how I love how we gradually saw him become more expressive and smiley throughout the manga? like- 🥺 that's it mate)

RISE UP LIKE A PHOENIX- okay I just... yea... I've hyped myself up for this season and I'm genuinely so excited, the first 2 eps sticks very closely to the manga still so ✨

"I'm going to be reborn" + image of rising a farming tool to start making a field = farmland saga being all about "cultivating, investing and harvesting" a better You from the ashes of your former self that forms your heavy cloak

They really did get that beard looking thick huh, it's interesting. Like, the scruff in the manga made it sorta hard to see the connection between pre and post scruff face as "just add scruff to the face" cause it changed his face so much. Also damn does that make him look older than he is when it's a full beard, mate's like 19-22, sis did a good decision with that one.

This ED gets me fucking teary okay

💅

glad we're doing the falling thing, tho OP be drowning

CRISP, 1. literally and 2. not, in that order

imagine if Thorfinn did a manbun instead (oh- now I lowkey wanna draw a joke w the ponytail)

Pretty Thors profile with the contrast and other highlight (hm. imagine if he gained that same wavy gene)

Pretty eyes Canute what else is newt

Yes cry it out! 💪

I need my boys to cry it out together, bless 🙏

okay but oboi those parallels/foils with Canute this arc

[kthvbear]

RIDDD ofnhsueujqw i had to head out somewhere so i thought to continue reading it after I'm free.......but i couldn't stop myself from reading it and skipping the plan 💀💀 it was just a visit to buy grocery but ig candles and flames was more than enough for me to have today 😩

omg and- this fic..... u really challenged urself to write with a new style????? in the starting i was like, yeah this couldn't be rid- but ofuiw that anon, u really made her do this huh 😭💀 its amazing rid ❤️❤️❤️❤️ something new though still feels like u now after reading 🥺💌

His expression is changing, and his body is backtracking. Suddenly, his eyes look crestfallen, not as filled with fury anymore.

JUST WHAT IS THEIR PAST??? I WANT TO KNOW IT RN SO BADDDD 😭😭😭😭

“That I was an outcast. You would compare my dresses to fruits, laugh at them, or point out a minor flaw about me, or make fun of how I never smiled because of how tight my corset sat.”

And right now, your chest is burning, sadness in your eyes as you narrate further, “And I loved those dresses. The young and naive me would… prepare them days before and jump in joy. Just to hide in the back once she saw you.”

awwh no omg :(( hide in the back once she saw you.... you sadist 😫

“We were adults then, and I was ready to forgive you,” you tell him, gulping, “until you told a handful of men who liked me, that I’m the most untrustworthy snake in town. And how my sister,” you laugh; your gaze shifts to the ground, “is much more beautiful and actually worth the trouble.”

omg jk wtf???? this behaviour shall not be accepted here 🙊 most untrustworthy snake in town..... i understand why oc is hurt :(( but she said she regretted what she said before? thinking hard why 😔

Aware how ridiculous it might come out, Jungkook treads carefully, almost back pedalling before he chooses to let out, “Let me court you.”

*sipping wine* let's start with the drama 🤤

“Because I saw you at balls. You would converse and dance with the guests, but once you’d satisfied their needs to gain the attention of the beautiful honourable sisters… you retracted. As though you’d finished a task. They were happy, and you were happy to observe.”

jungkook. u didn't just see her. you observed her quite literally 🥺 he even noticed how she'd be happy even while Just looking at them? boy, that's....

And Jungkook — he just listened. That is, until he finally conjured up an excuse; you still haven’t figured out what strange reason urged him to come up with, “I apologise. The girl led me to these alleys, and I couldn’t find my way back.”

wait, how old was jk here? i mean honestly i cant FULLY blame him because he lost his father and was a child..... but if he was a little older, jungkook...u shouldn't have done that 😔 poor oc 😭😭😭

“Alright,” Taehyung whines, full lips sulking as he steps away, “not like you tell me much anyway.”

who gives u the right to make my bias look so damn cute as a character in every fic of urs???? my heart </3

“I didn’t know you’d want that.”

damn good one jk💀

“I thought you’re stuck all the time.” “Stuck?” “In… someone.”

kfnhsue ridd--- 😭😭😭💀 lmfaooo please

“I know,” he mumbles, “that I called this a courtship. But… All I want is sympathy. You’re my biggest fiend for nothing, you shouldn’t be, and I…” His hand reaches out, but he doesn’t touch you yet. You focus on his fingers. “It wasn’t you who killed him, after all. Life did.”

now he's talking 😌

And you don’t ask; instead, you repeat, “You think I can awaken something good in you?”

omg that is so sweet 😭😭😭 they sound so mature now 🥺

“Hm?” you make, and then nod with twinkles in your irises. “I used to teach some of them once a week. I would come over and read with them.”

hands fucking down. vote this oc as the sweetest rn.

The closeness is alluring, but not as much as his words, “You’re saying all that as if you’re expecting me to fulfil some of that.”

yes. u ARE going to fulfil all of that, not just some. especially the intimacy part 😏

“How about riding? Do you enjoy it?” “Riding, I do. Does not involve horses, though,”

if someone tweets this on Twitter? watch it getting 69k retweets....

You roll your eyes, groaning just a little, “Don’t remind me. They’re like tents for butts.”

tents for butts- rid ily baby 💀😭

“I’ll do anything to get out of here, so do not worry. I have it all planned out,” you hear Jungkook say.

rid listen. if this is the angst in c&f, i take my words of jk and nara sleeping together in cmi back...please.... forgive me for the route i hadst then chosen 😭 but this.... this is unbearable 😭😭 just when i THOUGHT things were going so sweet and nicely.....ofc u had to do this 🙄

Like you’re a toy to beat up. To control and play with, like you don’t possess a bleeding, beating heart.

STOP STOP STOP THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭😭😭😭 god, why did she have to listen all this? for a fact ik it's all a misunderstanding :(((

Such an idiot to trust him.

my chest feels tight, all because of u.

“I… I hope to see you again soon.”

that's it, that was my last straw 😭😭😭

RID AKEUUQUW I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE END UNTIL I SAW YOU'LL BE POSTING THE OTHER PART

omg this was such a ride... truly amazing idek what else to say for this masterpiece 😭❤️❤️❤️

candles & flames | jjk (m)

Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, past side character death mentioned, hints of fake dating but not really, angst!, the ending.., douchebag jk at times, crying, guilt, jk is sus too, bits of jealousy, society sucks, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), mouth fucking, spit stuff?, manhandling, spanking, dry humping, dirty talk, angry foreplay but things get softer, he comes in her mouth <3, they’re hiding during all that <3 ➳ wc: 24.6k 😐 ➳ a/n: sooo. i love e2l and regency aus, but i haven’t written much/any of those, so they’re not my strongest suit. but hopefully y’all will still enjoy reading it, bc i did enjoy writing it. it’s just the beginning hehe <3 this entirely new genre/trope took some brainpower lmao so i’d love if you dropped by and told me what you think !! 🤍 

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[sadnesslaughs]

“And in this painting is Lord Straten, who had this castle constructed for his beloved daughter after she developed a severe sunlight allergy. In fact, she still resides here, even today!” “Wait.... isn’t this castle, like, two hundred years old?” “Why, yes, it is! Two-hundred-and-nine.”

(A response to a writing prompt)

“A sunlight allergy? Fascinating!” I laughed, scribbling down a bunch of nonsense into my notepad. I could tell the tour guide was looming over my shoulder, reading every note that I took, ensuring I hadn’t figured out their secret. He had been suspicious of me when I first arrived, and I was certain he only agreed to the tour in the hopes he could hide any evidence from me. Only problem was, he didn’t realize he was in the presence of the best paranormal detective in this social media region.

“Yes, a sunlight allergy is quite a rare thing. To think she’s had to live with it for such a long time, what a shame.” The man stared at me, his perfectly combed brown moustache getting pushed towards his nose as he stirred his lip, waiting for me to do something. I had no idea what he wanted me to do, only staring back at him until it hit me. Right, I needed to write that down.

“Sunlight allergy.” I repeated, pretending to jot it down.

“Shall we continue the tour? Actually, I have to make some tea. Please sit still and don’t go up the stairs to the left. It would be awful if you looked upstairs and went down the right hallway and entered the third door.” He emphasised before heading into the kitchen. I gave him a minute before I hurried up the stairs. Stomping up them before heading down the left hallway, eagerly swinging open doors in search of the vampire of Straten castle.

When the door swung open, I found myself in a library. The books kept neat and tidy with not even an inch of dust on any of them. In the corner sat a cup of tea that still had steam drifting from it and a red lipstick mark on its rim.

“Strange, I don’t recall seeing the butler wearing that shade of lipstick. Actually, I don’t think he wore any lipstick at all.” I crouched by the chair, lifting the teacup and sniffing its contents. “Lavender.”

“Peach.” A low voice declared. I bounced up and raised a hand towards the pale woman, holding my palm out defensively.

“I know how to stop a heart with a single punch.” I said, hoping my online supernatural fighting classes paid off. The woman blinked, her grey dead eyes focused on me as she laughed, pushing past me as she took a seat, picking up her teacup.

“Can you stop something that hasn’t beaten for centuries?” She asked, taking a sip from her tea. “Have you discovered the secret of Straten Castle? I recall you kept telling your three subscribers that you were going to be the first to accomplish it?”

“Huh, you know who I am?” I grinned, lowering my defensive position, extending a hand to her.

“I do.” Her cold, pale hand took mine, making me shudder. When I went to pull away, she tightened her grip, not letting me move just yet. “You’re terrible at your job. My butler gave you clear directions, and you still went to the wrong room. I had a whole creepy dungeon planned, and you walked into my library. How much of a nitwit are you?”

“He didn’t give me instructions. He told me to not come up here.”

“Exactly. He tempted you into coming up here, on my demands.” She released my hand as she got comfortable in her chair. “Now, what’s it like to see a real life vampire? Terrifying? Exciting?” She asked, flashing her fangs, trying to look as evil as she could.

“It’s… You’re not a vampire.”

“Pardon?”

“You can’t be. This is meant to be way more exciting. Where are the jump cuts? The screams? The trapped prisoners? This won’t make for a good video at all.”

“I… think most of those things are added after the video’s filmed. I’m not quite in touch with today’s technology, but even I know that. Hm, maybe I made a mistake with you. What would I have to do to convince you of my vampiric nature?”

“Eat a bat.”

“PARDON?” She placed her teacup down, staring at me in bewilderment. “Since when did vampires eat bats?”

“Easy, in the stories. You always hear about vampires and bats.”

“They turn into bats, not eat them. Vampires suck blood. Human blood. Well, technically any blood, but human blood tastes the nicest. Less gamey.” She explained.

“Then turn into a bat.”

“Huh? I don’t want to.”

“That’s what would convince me.”

“It’s so undignified. I hate being a bat. I always feel itchy afterwards and my hair goes everywhere.” She whined, only to give in when she noticed nothing else would convince me. She raised her hands and turned into a little black bat. The bat flew around the room, landing on my shoulder. Before I could pat it, she dug her fangs into my neck, helping herself to a quick drink before returning to normal, wiping her bloody lips. “There, now we’re even.”

I stumbled a little; the blood loss making me a little woozy. I leaned against her bookshelf, collecting myself before I returned to her side. “No way, you’re a real life vampire.” I pulled out my phone, putting it into selfie mode. “What’s up? This is monster smasher here to smash the monsters and myths hard.” “We should discuss your channel’s name at some point.” She sighed, opening a book. “He has a living vampire next to him, and the first thing he does is put the camera on himself. Humans.”

Eventually I turned to put her into the shot, only for her to vanish, leaving a floating book in my camera’s lens. I tilted my head to the side, making sure she was still sitting there before looking back at my camera. Why wasn’t she appearing on the screen?

“We can’t be seen in mirrors and such. Same goes for cameras. Did you do any research?”

“I read a comic about a vampire that dated a skeleton. It was called, May I bite your bones?”

“That is your research? Not even an old vampire book or anything relevant? Hah.” She scratched her neck, still feeling the effects of her transformation earlier. “You do only have three subscribers. I should have expected this. My plan is to turn my castle into a tourism attraction. While the historical tours are fun, we need a twist. I hear haunted places get a lot of attention. I only need someone to promote it.”

“So, you came to the best supernatural hunter around?”

“No, I came to the one I found most amusing. Your bold claim about discovering me was interesting. When I saw you requested a tour, I planned the most horrific tour ever. It felt more believable if a nobody found out this place was cursed. All the big channels fake their content and while you attempt to fake your videos, your attempts are so pitiful that it hardly matters. You got scared by your own reflection in your alien video.”

“That was acting.” I lied, puffing my chest out.

“Acting? So, the three hours of uncut footage of you hiding under the bed was all fake? You’re dedicated to your forgery then. Why didn’t you edit that three hours down?”

“I didn’t know how to, ok?”

“I can help him with that, miss.” The butler said, his words causing me to retreat behind a bookshelf, filming him with my camera.

“What type of monster is he?”

“I’m no monster. I’m her butler. My family has always served the Straten household. When I die, my daughter will take my position. That is how our bloodline works.”

“And I’m thankful for it. Are you sure, Brenton? I don’t wish to add to your duties.”

“It would be an honor, Lady Straten.” He bowed.

“So, he’s Brenton. What’s your name?” I asked, realizing I didn’t know what to call the vampire.

“He said it on the tour. Were you not listening?” She sighed, placing a hand on her chest. “I’m Annabel Straten. It’s a pleasure to work with you. You will work with us, right?”

I gulped. “If I don’t, will you kill me?”

“No, I would ask Brenton to kick you out. It’s not like anyone would believe your stupid story, anyway.”

“Oh, Ok. Sure, I guess I’ll help you. When do we start?”

“How about tomorrow? I’ll get the rooms set up for a creepy tour and you can come in and film it all. This is going to be great. We are going to make a fortune. Breton, please lead him outside and give him the castle’s number. If you need anything, do call.”

Before I could respond, I was ushered out by Brenton; the man giving me the castle’s number before telling me what I needed to bring for the video tomorrow. I wrote all the items down on my notepad before leaving, returning home to prepare for the video.

[devine-star]

The Summer That Lead to More 18+

Dylan x Male!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! dirty talks, fingers, oral, 

Note: Sorry this took so long! Enjoy! 

BY READING THIS YOU ARE CONSENTING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER! 

When Y/n first met Dylan, it was during a summer festival in his town. He was with a group of friends and was EASILY the tallest one there minus an Aussie. The two would see each other through the crowd and send small flirty smiles and wave. 

Dylan didn't have the guts to go up to Y/n, he was very insecure about himself. So when Katilyn jokingly threatened to go ask for the other man's number, he panicked and rushed off towards where Y/n was standing in line for some food. 

"Hey," he started, cursing to himself as his voice cracks with nervousness. 

"Hm? Oh! Hi!" Y/n chuckled. 

The conversation flowed easily as the two waited to order food. Once their time came the two pinning men ordered, Dylan pulled out his wallet saying he'd pay for both of their meals. 

"What? Dylan you don't have to!" Y/n argued pulling out his own wallet but was too slow seeing the cashier handing Dylan back his card. 

Dylan placed his good hand on Y/n's back to guide him to the other side of the food truck where they would pick up their food. "I know I didn't HAVE to, but I wanted to treat the most handsome man in this festival." 

Y/n blushed looking away before mumbling "You should be treating yourself then," Dylan nearly choked on the drink he got, coughing as Y/n laughed. 

In that moment, Dylan decided that Y/n's laugh was the best thing ever, and he would do ANYTHING to hear it again. 

And that is exactly what Dylan did! The two swapped numbers that night and would go on several hang outs that neither knew if they were dates or not. 

Dylan learned a lot about Y/n and likewise. 

Dylan was secretly a little science nerd and was in college for Quatum theory. 

Y/n was an electronics nerd. Building little robots and he could take any electronic apart then put it together again without even breaking a sweat! 

And if Dylan was honest, he liked watching Y/n's fingers move about the electronics; letting the shamless dirty thoughts flood through his flustered mind. 

"-And then you just press this and....Dylan are you even listening?" Dylan snaps from his thoughts as his face turns beat red at being caught up in his sexual daydreams. 

"Huh?" Y/n rolls his eyes playfully reaching over to grab Dylan's arm and attaching the robotic prostetic to it. 

"If you want to be able to use this Dyl, you gotta pay attention." Y/n chuckled while playfully scolding Dylan as he did the last few adjustments before looking up at him with a smile. 

"I worked hard on this thing and you better take care of it," Narrowing his eyes playfully. 

Dylan was just staring at Y/n with some look in his eye. "Dylan-" "Can I kiss you?" 

Y/n face flushed as he heard this, looking back down at the prostetic before nodding slowly "Yeah," Using his good hand Dylan tilted Y/n's head up and smashed his lips against Y/n's. 

The world seemed to stop for a moment, Y/n reacted after a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around Dylan's neck as the kiss got more heated.

Dylan wrapped both arms around Y/n, pulling him from his chair into his own lap. 

Y/n's hands were in Dylan's hair as Dylan's were tightly on his waist almost as if Y/n would slip away if he didn't hold him close enough. 

A groan came from Dylan's throat at the feeling of Y/n's tongue slipping into his mouth. Dylan could taste the coffee he had bought Y/n on his tongue, his grip tighening along with his pants as he grew more turned on. 

Y/n's hands gripped Dylan's hair as he pulled Dylan's head back pulling a moan from Dylan. Y/n lips left Dylan's and attached themselves to his throat; sucking and biting to find the one spot that made Dylan's back arch slightly. 

"Y/n..." Dylan gasped eyes wide. Kissing his way up to Dylan's ear Y/n whispered "If you keep making those sounds, I don't know if I can control myself anymore," Dylan whines. 

"Is that what you want baby boy?" Dylan nods unable to vocalize what he's been dreaming of since the two met. 

Smirking, Y/n slid his hands under Dylan's shirt as he went back to kissing and marking Dylan's throat "Is that what you've been spacing about? hm? All the dirty thoughts you want me to do to you?" 

Nodding again but stopping as Y/n pinched his nipple Dylan gasped, his hips bucking unintentionally. Y/n groaned at the feeling as well as the pleasure that scrawled itself across Dylan's face. 

Pulling away from Dylan's neck to tug the man's shirt over his head, Y/n's eyes caught site of the small scars riddled across his lover's chest. Deciding against bringing it up, Y/n brought his mouth down to Dylan's chest. 

Taking one of Dylan's nippled into his mouth Y/n spun the nub in his mouth. "Oh shit!" Dylan panted gripping Y/n's hair for dear life. 

The postion the two were in wasn't making any of this easy, so Y/n pulled away before crawling off of Dylan's lap. Dylan looked up at him with a concerned look as he panted "Upstairs," was all Y/n said. 

Dylan stood quickly climbing up the basement steps and to the bedroom he's been in a million times with Y/n hot on his tail. 

Y/n closed the bedroom door before turning and pushing the taller man onto the bed with himself on top. Knees on either side of Dylan's hip; Y/n chuckled to himself feeling how turned on Dylan had gotten from a simple make out session. 

Pressing kisses along Dylan's stomach and chest Y/n whispered "So Dyl, tell me. What has you so excited? Or are you just so whipped that a simple make out session has you hard as a rock?" Looking up at him through eyelashes Y/n could see Dylan cover his face with the crook of his arm. 

"I-....uh" Dylan stuttered over his words as he tried to get a cohearent thought through his lustfilled mind. Y/n waited paitently as he kissed and sucked marks all over Dylan's chest and stomach while whispering praise of how handsome Dylan is; that further fucked his mind. 

"If you don't say what you want then how am I supposed to please you baby boy?" Dylan whined before finally saying what had been clogging his mind for the past month. 

"Want you to...fuck me," he panted. 

Y/n hummed as he playfully tugged at the waistband of Dylan's sweatpants, enjoying the view of his hard on through the grey fabric "What else?" 

"Want you to...Fuck!" Dylan cried out as Y/n gently started kissing his cock through his sweats "That! Please!" The desperation in his voice caused Y/n's cock to twitch in his pants as he groaned. 

"Want me to suck you off?" The cockiness in Y/n's voice made Dylan moan and push his hips towards the other's face "Yes! Please!" Looking up at Dylan, Y/n could see the tears of sexual frustraion beading in Dylan's eyes.

'Too much Y/n, take it down a notch' he told himself as he began pulling Dylan's sweat pants and boxers down at the same time. 

Gently stroking Dylan listening to him moan and whine as his hips moved from the pleasure, Y/n enjoyed the view. 

The room was dimly lit by the bedside table, light from the moon coming through the window above the bed. It covered Dylan and made his face glow; it was probably the sweat that made him glow but Y/n didn't care. 

"Please..." 

Placing a few kisses on Dylan's exposed thighs, Y/n got to work. First taking the tip into his mouth giving a few gentle sucks listening to Dylan curse. Bobbing his head lower Y/n set an even pace, one that wasn't too slow or too fast; just enough for Dylan to enjoy it but also want more. 

A groan slipped through Y/n lips as Dylan gripped his hair roughly before thrusting a few times harshly causing Y/n to gag. "Shit! S-Sorry!" Dylan looked down at Y/n with a look of concern "Don''t worry handsome, that was hot," Y/n said after pulling off with a small cough. 

Once again, Y/n kissed his way up to Dylan's ear whispering "Need some prep baby?" Dylan nodded slowly "Y-Yes, PLEASE use your fingers on me," Y/n sensed there was more to that sentence so as Dylan rolled over, Y/n grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand but not before shedding his own shirt and sweatpants. 

Dylan was on all fours, head leaning against the pillow as he took slow steady breaths. His body tensed when Y/n placed a hand on his ass "Relax baby, it'll hurt more if you're so tense," Y/n whispered kissing his hips before opening the bottle. 

The sound of the bottle opening and clicking closed made Dylan shiver, he was nervous but so excited. It had been a few years since he's had sex, so he doesn't know if he would be so relaxed. 

"Why don't you tell me why you're so excited over my fingers hm?" Dylan groaned, embarrsed that Y/n had caught on. "I never missed the stares you would give as I take things apart." Y/n spread the lube across his fingers before slowly inserting one into Dylan. 

"I-Aah~" Dylan moaned pushing back onto the finger "Watching you lick your lips while staring at my hands drove me INSANE," Y/n growled the last word, nipping Dylan on the ass after. 

Whining Dylan finally spoke in fast breaths "Just....seeing you skillfully take things apart and put them back together...seeing them work perfectly fine is...hot" Y/n chuckled as he inserted another finger picking up speed. 

"Shit!" Dylan cursed as he matched the speed of Y/n's fingers, fucking himself once Y/n stopped his movements. Desperation was growing inside of Dylan as tears of frustraion slid down his face "Please! I-I'm prepped just fuck me!" 

Y/n's eyes went wide as he laughed a bit, pulling his fingers out. He stood to grab a condom from the same drawer the lube was in but not before cleaning his hand of the sticky liquid; no need to get that on the sheets. 

Kneeling behind Dylan he slid the condom on lining himself up. "If you need me to stop let me know, okay? We'll use the color light system," Dylan looked over his shoulder, his cock twitching at the sight of Y/n gently stroking himself while looking at him. 

"Do you know that one? Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Okay?" The concern in Y/n's eyes made Dylan fall for him even more "Okay," 

Y/n nodded before slowly pushing inside Dylan, the two moaning in unison once Y/n bottomed out. Giving Dylan time to adjust Y/n kissed along his shoulders waiting for Dylan to whisper that he was ready. 

Starting slow, Y/n dragged his hips down until only his tip was left inside before pushing back in moaning loudly "Fuck Dyl, you're tight." Dylan just moaned in reply nodding his head lazily. This pace continued for a good 5 minutes before Dylan was crying out for Y/n to go faster. 

Speeding up, Y/n gripped Dylan's hips in a bruising hold as his hips snapped against Dylan's ass groaning loudly. Dylan gripped the pillow as he looked over his shoulder to see Y/n's face contorted in pleasure "Y-Y/n," 

Y/n looked down at the call of his name concerned that he was going too fast "Yeah?" Dylan stayed silent for a moment before leaning his head against the pillow "D-...dirty talk me," Y/n groaned loudly as he sped up slightly at the thought. 

"You've been thinking about this having you? Daily daydreams of me bending you over my workbench huh?" Dylan whined nodding his head as he got off to what Y/n was saying. 

"Or maybe even me fucking you with my skillful fingers? Hm? Using my fingers to bring you over the edge as you babble about how good you feel?" Y/n was also getting off to the thoughts of Dylan daydreaming about this. 

"Admit to me what you've been cooking up in that dirty little brain of yours," Dylan mumbled incohearent sentences before his mind caught up to himself. 

"I've...UGH! Jerked off to the thought of you using the wires to....tie me up and use me," Dylan panted no longer feeling the shame of his thoughts; silently praying that what he admitted would lead to them ACTUALLY doing his dirty thoughts. 

Y/n moaned at the possiblity "You want me to use you? Yeah? Turn you into my little cumdump?" Y/n could feel his high approaching, far quicker than he would like it too. 

The moans Dylan was letting out were getting more and more desperate, Y/n knew he was close as well. Reaching over Dylan's hips to grip his swollen cock in his hands Y/n started jerking him at a fast pace. 

"Oh shit! Baby!" Dylan's back arched "Right there!" Y/n had unintentionally found Dylan's prostate at this angle. Bringing Dylan's back to his chest Y/n continued jerking him off as Dylan bounced himself on Y/n's dick. 

"Kiss me," Y/n damanded watching as Dylan turned his head smashing their lips together. They stayed in this postion for a good 5 minutes before Dylan pulled away from the kiss yelling "Fuck! Cumming..." 

Y/n felt as Dylan's cock twitched in his hands before spurting his cum over his fist, continuing to stroke him through his orgasm. 

Y/n came not long after as Dylan clenched around him with one final thrust Y/n groaned while repeating Dylan's name like a prayer. 

Dylan leaned his head back against Y/n's shoulder as they both panted, slowly coming down from his high. Y/n pulled out slowly as he laid Dylan on his back leaving to grab some water and a snack along with a warm wet cloth to clean his hand and Dylan's stomach. 

Gently wiping away the cum watching as Dylan stared at him lovingly, Y/n smiled placing a kiss on his lips softly before depositing the soiled towel into the laundry hamper. 

Grabbing the water bottle, Y/n brought it to Dylan's lips telling him to drink before laying down next to him. 

Dylan moved closer snuggling up to Y/n's side as the other man reached over grabbing the small bag of chips popping them open "Open," Dylan listened letting Y/n place a few chips into his mouth. 

"Ya know," Y/n started after the silence of them eating "You could've told me all those thoughts sooner, cause I've had just as many dirty thoughts about you." Dylan blushed hiding his face in Y/n's bare chest whining softly. 

"I didn't want to ruin anything!" 

"Dylan we've been going on dates for MONTHS!" Y/n laughed along with Dylan. 

"THOSE WERE DATES?!" Y/n laughed harder "YES YOU LOVEABLE IDIOT!"

[tartglias]

diluc, kaeya, albedo and childe when they’re in love

“ahh ok i just discovered ur blog and this is my very first ever request to a blog. so uhm can i req diluc, kaeya, albedo & childe headcanons on what they'll do when they're in love? like, will their attitude change when they're around the reader HAHAHA it's ok if u remove a character <3 if u don't want to write it feel free to ignore hehe”

Diluc

Even though you both decided to keep the relationship away from the public eye, it’s not shocking that certain people come and ask if you can deliver a message to Diluc. It tends to be Kaeya or even Jean, whenever the Knights of Favonius are too busy to handle something a little too dangerous. Sometimes it’s even Venti, trying to persuade you to convince Diluc to lower the dandelion wine price.

Whoever the person is, they come to you because they know that Diluc has a soft spot for you. If something catches your eye, expect it on your doorstep the following day. He loves to spoil you, to the point in which you have to tell him to stop gifting you things, and that his love is and will always be enough.

And obviously, they know that if someone can convince him of doing something, that someone is you. It’s amusing how the normal situation switches when it comes to you. If Kaeya approaches him and asks for a favor, expect a very angry Diluc rolling his eyes and turning around, completely dismissing him while trying to not make a scene in front of you and the other costumers at the tavern. But, if it’s you who delivers the message, he just sighs and meditates it, eventually giving in. You see him smile slightly once you quickly kiss his cheek and thank him.

“Why do you always decline these requests but accept them once I ask you?” You once asked, looking up to face him as you cuddled him in bed. His hair was messy and untied, but he still looked beautiful, specially under the moon light.

“Because you’re not annoying” he simply said, caressing your cheek. You stared at him, unconvinced. This earned you a soft laugh from the man beneath you.

“I don’t know, I just can’t say no to you. Which is funny because now everyone knows you’re my weakness” He said.

It was then and there that he understood how much you meant to him. You could ask him to pick up every single Cecilia flower in Mondstadt and he would not hesitate to do it. It was dangerous, and he knew that, but his feelings were too strong.

“Kaeya will definitely use this for-“ “I love you” he said, interrupting you. Your eyes widened and a small gasp left your lips. It was the first time he said the big “L” word, maybe the first time in his life.

“I love you too” you whispered, still in awe from his previous confession.

He kissed you deeper than ever before, transmitting every single feeling he had into the kiss. You meant the world to him. He was in love.

The rest of the night was filled with quiet “I love you”s and cuddles, eventually falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Kaeya

One thing that helped him understand his feelings for you was that he could just be himself.

His past forced him to wake up and put on a facade as the flirty Cavalry Captain that had every person in Mondstadt wrapped around his finger. But you were different. When he was with you, he was Kaeya. No fancy titles, no social etiquette. Just Kaeya. Not only he felt comfortable enough to be himself around you, but you also seemed to like his true self as well. And that’s how he realized.

After long days filled with commissions and some paperwork, he would come home exhausted only to find you already waiting for him. Without need for words, he would wrap his arms around your waist and hide his face on your neck after leaving a small trace of kisses.

“Long day?” you asked as you gently hugged him, untied his hair and started brushing it with your fingers. He would reply with a small “hm” before looking up and kissing your lips.

This sight could confuse an outsider, since Kaeya, with his oh so flirty social title, is usually the one calling out for you or keeping his hands on you at any moment. Kaeya is not afraid to show his love to the world, and he makes that very clear in public. Yet, this sight made him look vulnerable, and that was something he reserved just for your eyes. You made his walls fall down, you made him vulnerable in the best way possible. He felt at peace when he was with you, and that feeling used to be so foreign to him due to the secrets of his past. But here he was, in your arms as he rambled about his day without care in the world.

His attitude towards you in public never changed much, always finding his way to make you swoon and fluster you. He loves to let everyone know that he is yours and you are his. But, once the doors close behind him, he would let his guard down completely with you. He would cling to your body as he seeks for advice or talk about his worries.

“I think that it’s best to ignore Pallad from now on since he always gets-“ you started saying, but noticing how Kaeya was looking at you made you lose your trail of thoughts. “Wh- Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You make me feel better about myself” Kaeya said, snuggling closer to you. He let out a chuckle when he heard you mutter a “huh?”

“You make me feel at peace, and I haven’t felt like that in a long while”

Albedo

Relationships were kind of new to Albedo, he wasn’t certain about the right way to show affection. But one thing he was sure about was that every time you came to visit him in his research room he felt funny inside. Funny in a good way, he felt a sudden urge to hold your hand or make you smile. 

To understand this feeling more, he started doing research on couples in Mondstadt. Was he the only one that felt this way at the sight of someone he cherished? Or was this the beginning of him becoming a monster and destroying the city of freedom at last? Lucky for him, he realized that it was considered normal to smile whenever you see your s/o. 

While he was doing his research, Klee appeared holding one of her treasures. She wanted to show Albedo her newest creation, but instead she found him staring at some old couple sitting by a fountain. She thought it was a strange sight. “What are you doing?” she asked, startling him. “Research” he simply said. “On old people? Why don’t you do a research on me? I’m young! And I have treasures!” “I don’t think you can be of use in this research” he said, sighing. 

It took Klee a while to understand what was happening, but when she did she started giggling uncontrollably. Albedo just stared at her wondering what was wrong with the child. “Albedo are you in love?”

Love, such a strange concept. He read about it, and now that Klee mentioned it, he realized that it made sense. He felt funny every time he managed to make you smile or laugh, and even more when he saw the blush on your face after complimenting you. He realized that the “funny” feeling happened because he loves you. He loves when you visit him, he loves when you ask him questions about his research and when you offer to help him. He loves you.

He immediately started searching for you, he felt the sudden urge to see and tell you about this discovery. Once he found you, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face. You looked beautiful, and you weren’t even trying. You just came back from a commission and your hair was messy, and he noticed that your clothes were a bit dirty too. Yet you looked mesmerizing to him. 

“Albedo! I was on my way to visit you!” You greeted him once you saw him, kissing his cheek. 

“I made a new discovery today, dear.” He said, taking your hands in his. “I discovered that I’m in love with you”

Childe

If there’s something Childe is gonna do, is spoil you to no end. Similar to Diluc, if he noticed that something caught your eye for more than 3 seconds, expect it by your doorstep soon. And don’t even try to stop him, he just won’t listen.

Since he has to go away for weeks due to his line of work, he wants to spoil you so you don’t forget him. Not that you could anyways, you always thought of him and even prayed for his safe return. When he comes back, expect little souvenirs from his travels and stories he may or may not exaggerate a tiny bit.

He loves whenever you wear things he gifted you, and loves to tease you about it. “May I know who got you that beautiful necklace dear?” he would ask with a smirk on his face. “You, Childe” “That’s right, the best for my favorite person in the world”

But his love doesn’t come in material things only, he also loves to spend time with you. There are times that he has to go away for long periods of time, and after a few weeks he starts missing you so much he just has to send someone to pick you up and bring you to him. On those occasions he makes sure to do everything he has to do in the morning so he could spend the afternoon exploring with you.

His line of work is dangerous, and you know that. There are times in which you’re exploring some ruins with him and treasure hoarders appear. In those cases he asks you to close your eyes, and only open them when he tells you to. Under no circumstance he wants you to witness this side of him he tries so much to hide.

Once it’s over, he would reach to you gently and tell you to open your eyes. When you do, the sight in front of you breaks your heart. He was alright, not a single scratch on him, but his face was filled with worry and fear. “I’m sorry” he would say, closing his eyes and taking your hand. “Why are you apologizing?” “I’m a monster” he said, not daring to look at you.

It would take you a few minutes to convince him that he actually is not a monster. Those treasure hoarders appeared out of nowhere, and threatened you. He was just protecting you. “This is what I do all the time, how are you not scared of me?” He asked. You hugged him very tight, not wanting to let go of him until every drop of fear and guilt leaves his body. “I know you would never hurt me”

He knew you were right, he could never hurt you. He may think he is a monster unworthy of your love, but he knew that he could never lay a finger on you. And as you hugged him tight in front of some random ruins you were exploring, he realized he was in love and swore to himself he would do anything to protect you.

[liv-does-stuff]

As promised here’s the narrative! I want to preface a few things before you begin reading, 1. I wrote this for a school project and I only had a day to complete it. 2.

Since it was school related it sounds somewhat middle schoolish 3. Towards the end I began to lose creativity because I was tired. Due to all of these setbacks I’m planning on making a longer version with every chapter in more deatail. I hope you enjoy this please make sure to leave feedback!

“The Brightness of Shadows”

Delano. That was his name. I asked him what it meant once and he told me it was french for darkness and mystery. I had laughed at the time thinking it was just philisophical nonsense, but after he left it made painful sense. It was dark when I met him. The chill of the September wind kissed my skin. I was standing on the pier of Venice Beach studying the constellations as I lit a Malboro cigarette. That’s when he approached me.

“Got a light?” He was tall and slender, his shoulder length black hair framed his face, but he restrained a few pieces of it in a small bun resting on the back of his head. I should have probably been worried a strange man was approaching me on a practically empty landing, but I was entranced. I nodded and brought the lighter to his mouth and illuminated the cigarette, watching the flames dance between his lips.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He took a drag.

“Hm?” My eyes raised in question. He looked at me with an amused smile before clicking his tongue.

“Is there a reason your standing on an old pier looking melodramatic at nearly midnight or is it for the aesthetic?” He had a point, but I still rolled my eyes.

“I couldn’t sleep. My apartment isn’t far from here and I find that the sea calms me.” I folded my arms against the wood.

“Huh,” he hummed, “I never really cared for the ocean. That was always my brother’s forte.”

“Then why are you here?” I cocked my head a little.

“It reminds me of home.” He let out a small sigh as a cloud of smoke vanished into the stars. We talked for a while about virtually nothing until he decided to come with me that night. And almost every night after. For 4 months we spent time in my one room apartment listening to Bowie and The Beatles, talking about our past, and staying up far too late. In those months I learned a lot about his family. His brother was lost at sea, his second brother was a pilot who he didn’t see much, and in a nicer way than he had said his parents were dead. He was beautiful. He was a man I could see myself loving. A man I did love. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him…that was until I found out of course. Laying on the queen sized bed in the corner of my room I decided to tell him. I had found out the day before I was pregnant, I didn’t expect him to be ecstatic, but never in a million years did I expect to have the conversation we did. The conversation that ruined my life.

“I need to tell you something.” I smiled and turned my head to face him the sound of Diamond Dogs fading into the distance.

“Hm?” He smiled as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

“What!?” He sat up suddenly and pinched the bridge of his nose, “What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m having your baby?” I said getting up to sit by him. This seemed to make things worse. He stood up and began pacing.

“No no no. Vega Please no.” He looked livid, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, Jesus this can’t happen.” He’s married. That was the only rational explanation in my mind.

“Yeah I’d be scared too. I wonder how you’re girlfriend ,wife, or whatever she is will react when she finds out you’ve been messing around with another girl!” I accused with rage.

He paused picking up his head and tilting it slightly, “What?” His tone was much softer.

“You’re scared because you have another woman waiting for you at home.” I said bluntly.

“What? No Vega, no that’s not why.” He said running his hands through his hair.

“Then what’s your reason, because I’m curious why you look like you’re 5 seconds away from sending me child support every month.?” I crossed my arms to guard myself.

“You won’t believe me.” He said with a frown.

“Try me,” I raised an eyebrow.

“Okay God where do I start? I’m not- I,” He struggled with the words, “I’m not actually human. I know you’re going to laugh, but my true name is Hades”

I stared at him for a minute before laughing with fury, “Oh my God you’re crazy.”

“I knew you would think I’m insane. Look the Gods are real and I am one. We can change form and sneak around with mortals. The only issue is me and my brothers made a pact to not have kids or else their lives would be hell.”

“So let me get this straight you’re brothers are Zeus and Posiedon and you just broke some vow so now our kid is going to be bullied…?”

“No, not bullied. Tortured,” He said with a deadpan expression. I looked at him and laughed. How did he expect me to believe this? Did he, after knowing me for all these months, think I was that dumb?

“Vega I swear, can you atleast try to listen to what I’m saying!? This is serious!” His jaw hardened and I could see a vein popping out of his neck. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should have stopped laughing, but I didn’t. I stared at him,mascara running down my face, in hysterics. It all happened so fast. His hand collided with the wall. I paused affronted and examined the fist sized hole staring back at me. .

“Vega, I…” His voice trailed off as he clapped his palms over his face, “Please just listen.” I nodded and sat down on the bed trying to grasp my thoughts.

“I’m sorry for laughing.” I took a deep breath, “I just need some proof.” He looked into my eyes for a long time. It felt like he was reading me. Every deep and dark part of my history was reflected in his eyes.

“You had an orange tabby cat named Ginger. He died when you were six.” I stared at him blankly. I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that. How could he know?

“When you were eight you went to your first funeral. A great aunt you barely knew the name of. Marrissa Loret. That was her name. She died of a stroke.” He said pleading for me to believe him. Pleading for me to understand. It was all too much. Way too much. I shook my head trying to get a grasp of my thoughts and asked what I thought the most important question at the time was.

“What does this mean for our baby?” He looked at me with a gut-wrenching expression.

“I- listen Vega, being a God come with hard sacrifices. We arent allowed to be in our halfblood childrens lives. It’s too dangerous. Eventually monsters will start chasing after them. If it gets to be too much there’s a place called Camp Halfblood it’s a safe haven for kids who are a product of Gods and mortals.” He walked over to embrace me into his arms. I hit his chest weakly over and over as my body shook with tears.

“How could you? Why would you? Why?” My voice broke as my hands made contact with his skin He grabbed my arms restraining me until I eventually submitted to the feeling of his arms wrapping around me. We stayed like that for a long time before I could speak. I scanned my brain replaying all of our conversations. His brother wasn’t lost at sea he was Poesidon, which meant Zeus was the pilot and his parents weren’t dead , they were defeated Titans.

“Are you going to leave?” I whispered not daring to look into his eyes.

“I have no choice.” He sighed. The angry feeling had returned.

“Get out. Get out of my house right now!” I yelled pointing to the door.

“Vega Please.”

“Now.” I said in a dangerous voice. This seemed to work because suddenly he was fumbling for the door knob muttering a few sorrys. I stayed on the floor for awhile trying not to gag. The whole room smelled like him and it should have been comforting, but it made me nauseous. All of it had been a lie. I realized I truly knew nothing about this man anymore and now I was having his child. I knew it was wrong, but I fixed myself a glass of wine trying to numb the ache that had settled in every inch of my being.

It stayed like this for months. I hardly went out or talked to anyone. Delano, or Hades, had tried to reach out a few times, but I turned him away. It was eight months of darkness until she came into my life. She was the light that guided me out of the fog. My beautiful Lyra. My name is Vega, after the brightest star in the constellation of Lyra. A fun fact about this constellation is there’s a supposed black hole near it named Hades. You never know if it’s really there, but you would be foolish to ignore the warning because if you’re not careful it will pull you into it’s gloom.

I had been at Camp Halfblood for two weeks. Two weeks of me re-reading this letter. When my best friend Lucas showed up with missing pants and hooves for feet insisting we had to leave urgently my mom grabbed my cheeks with her hands kissing my forehead.

“You need to follow Lucas I can’t go with you. I love you,” She said as she began to fumble through a drawer, “Take this. Shine bright Lyra.” She handed me the folded piece of paper. After she got done saying good bye, Lucas led me to the camp explaining to me that I was half God. I hadn’t believed him until a dragon-bat hybrid tried to kill us. When I got to camp that night Hades had claimed me almost immediately. I had learned how to fight, play capture the flag, and sometimes I weaved flower crowns with the Satyrs, but I couldn’t shake the dreadful feeling of hurt. Reading my mom’s letter didn’t help either. Why couldn’t he reach out? After sixteen years the only explanation I get is that he was scared of his family?

“Knock, knock.” A cheerful voice said while opening my door.

“Elio,” I sighed, “I don’t remember giving you permission to just barge into my cabin whenever you want.”

“Hey I knocked!” He held up his hands defensively. Elio Archer was a son of Apollo. He was a few months older than me and we got along well. When I couldn’t sleep, which was most nights, he came into my cabin and played me some obscure instrument. He insist he’s trying to calm me down, but apart of me feels like he just wants an excuse to brag. He had sun kissed skin and sandy hair. He truly did resemble the star.

“Can I help you?” I said brushing out my curtain bangs with my fingers. I stared into my reflection. Light freckles, that resembled my mothers, dusted my pale skin. My hair and eyes however, were dark like my father’s. That’s what my mother had said once as she sipped a glass of wine. Her mood had shifted completely and an emotion I couldn’t make out flashed through her eyes. I didn’t understand it at age thirteen, but after reading that letter I understood now it was resentment.

“Mr. D and Chiron need to speak with you.” He said now sounding on edge.

“What arent you telling me?” I raised an eyebrow with a smirk, but he just glanced around avoiding eye contact.

“Just meet them on the porch.” He said walking out of the room. I frowned slightly and took one last look in the mirror before I walked to the Big House where Chiron and Mr. D sat, playing a game of Uno with Lucas.

“Lyra just the camper we wanted to see!” Chiron said cheerifully as he sat a blue eight card onto the deck.

“Speak for yourself,” Mr. D muttered pulling out a wild card, “Colors yellow.”

“Um,” I cleared my throat, “I’m assuming you didn’t call me over here to ref your game” I tried to get to the point.

“Certainly not, unless you’d be willing to because I’m almost positive Mr.D is cheating.”

“Don’t be spiteful, it’s not my fault you have hay for brains,” Mr. D rolled his eyes as Lucas sat down a draw two card, “Now Chiron can we get on with it I don’t appriceate her attitude.”

“Of course,” He put down the cards for a minute and stared at me pointedly, “It appears your fathers helm of darkness has gone missing. If you recall last summer Percy Jackson informed us that Kronos was rising. This is the reason your father suspects a certain monster is being brainwashed by the Titan and has stole the helm.” Thunder roared in the distance.

“Sir, with all due respect what exactly does this have to do with me?” I didn’t quite understand how my dad not being responsible with his toys was my fault.

“Excellent question!” He picked up the cards again and threw down a yellow, “Uno! You’re father has chosen you to go on a quest to retrieve the helm. It is up to you to decide your fate.” My father chose me? It suddenly made sense why he would claim me. He needed a puppet whose strings he could pull. I was about to say no. To curse Hades for thinking I was that desperate for his validation. Then Lucas spoke up.

“Ly, I know what you’re thinking right now, but this more than just your daddy issues. If you say no then chances are you’ll start the next world war.” He bleated. It took a lot more convincing and Dionysus winning Uno for me to agree to see the Oracle. As I walked to the attic and pulled on a sheet draped over a large object I almost screamed. A skeleton looking figure stood infront of me, green eyes glowing.

“Lyra Pluton.” Loudly projected the skeleton.

“Show me my fate.” I said broadening my shoulder a bit. Soon something happened. The Oracle shot out a beam of emerald light and began speaking.

“Through the shadows a quest will unfold, you and friends shall search for an item priceless and old.” I assumed this meant the helm. The Oracle continued.

“You will travel to the eye of the mountains aboad, find the crown and return it home. Face the lord of shadows, and night. A father’s gaze, a test of might.” My eyes narrowed as I tried to decipher the prophecy. I almost thought it was over until it spat out the last line.

“You must fall into the sun to continue to shine bright.” The Oracles eyes turned back to normal. What the heck did that last part mean? Mountains Aboad? I walked down the stairs and recited what the Oracle had told me, to Chiron and Mr. D. I made my way to Cabin 13. When I walked inside Elio was waiting for me. He had brought me a plate of food, which must have meant I missed dinner. In that moment I realized how overwhelmed I was and despite myself, tears pricked at my eyes. Not because I was sad, but because I was furious at my father for doing this to me.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He walked over to me with a furrowed brows and a concerned look.

“Nothing I’m fine” I tried to wipe the tears away. I would not lose it infront of him. I would not give him a reason to underestimate me. I had lived my life with people pitying me for having a single mom who couldn’t hold her wine. It made me seem weak and I made a promise to myself when I got claimed, I would never put myself into a position that made me seem less than.

“You don’t look fine to me. Come on Ly, what’s up?” He said softly. Deflecting. It’s something I do when I want to avoid my issues. I’m not proud of it. Especially now.

“You know just because you’re a son of Apollo doesn’t mean you have to have the biggest hero complex in the

Universe. Mr.I-have-no-problems-so-I-feed-off-of-other’s-misfortunes. Just get out we’re barely friends I don’t know why you insist on following me around like a dog. You wanna be a good boy? Get out of my room and just leave me alone for once!” My chest heaved. I don’t know where any of that had come from. He looked at me and shook his head.

“I’ll stop bothering you then,” He looked down as though he were trying to stifle his anger, “Theres your dinner by the way.” He said before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

The next three days were exhausting. Chiron and Mr D were preparing me for a quest. They had decided to pair me with Lucas and Elio for backup, which was great considering Elio wouldn’t even look in my direction not that it matter much anyways, I was up at dawn training and studying battle moves and ancient protection just incase anything went wrong. Even through the chaos, the nights were still the worst. I had grown use to Elio’s flute playing or the strum a guitar lulling me into sleep. Now however, I stayed awake tossing and turning waiting for the sun to rise. I was supposed to start my quest tomorrow and everytime I shut my eyes the possibilities ran through my mind. As much as I hated to admit it I was terrified. I neeed my mom right now, I needed to hear her tell me to shine bright so I could roll my eyes one more time. For the first time since I was young I let myself cry. My body shook with tears until it couldn’t anymore and I had no choice, but to succumb to sleep.

“Wakey, wakey! We have a helm to find.!” Lucas said in an overly cheerful voice as he shook me into consciousness. I glared at him before sighing in defeat.

“Alright, alright you win I’m awake!” I laughed as I threw a pillow at him, earning me an annoyed bleat. Lucas took me to where Mr. D and Chiron stood. It was time for us to leave. Elio stood beside Lucas with a hard expression as he avoided eye contact. I folded my arms if he wanted to play that game I could play it back. Ignoring me and Elio’s fight I focused on the task at hand. Chiron presented us with 100 Drachmas, 100 mortal dollars, a celestial bronze sword, a map and compass set, and three sleeping bags. We were supposed to be traveling to a cave where we assumed a cyclops was hiding out with the helm. The quickest way to was to hike through half of the Pacific Crest Mountains. After we got the helm, we would travel to the underworld and return it. It was easier said than done of course.

Once we had left the camp we were escorted by taxi, which had cost about half of our allotted money , to the part of the trail that started in Washington. We would have to walk 5 miles today and 5 miles the next to reach the cave. The first two miles started in almost silence as Lucas started to play Taylor Swift on a wooden recorder.

“Dude chill, this is why I’m the son of Apollo and you arent.” Elio joked. Lucas shot him a grin and I tried to join in by giving a small laugh. His smile dropped almost immediately. Lucas however, didn’t seem to notice the odd behavior and looked at peace as he walked through the woodland. It wasn’t until the fourth mile when we decide to stop by a rest area and get dinner. While I walked into the cozy store, Lucas and Elio skimmed the aisle for some food and drinks we could eat. I was flipping through a brochure when a woman who looked about 20 walked up to me. She was beautiful.

“Lovers quarrel? She asked casually as she picked up a brochure. I looked at her with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry?” I choke out. Lovers quarrel. What was she talking about?

“You and sunshine over there,” She pointed to Elio, “What’s the argument over?” She tilted her head. How could she know me and him were fighting? And why did she think we were together? That’s when it hit me Chiron had mentioned some Gods may show up to check in on us. This must have been Aphrodite, for some reason I felt angry and mezsmerorised at the same time, it was concerning. She seemed to feed off of my discomfort.

“Ah idiots to lovers then. Well just know that boy has strong feelings for you I noticed it by the way he was looking at you when I walked in.” She said with a smile. Before I could ask what she meant Lucas walked up holding 6 bags of Doritos and a pack of Gatorades.

“Dinner time!” He gave me jazz hands before pulling me away. We decided to set up camp in a secluded area on the edge of the trail. After half an hour Lucas passed out while me and Elio sat in front of the blazing campfire he had shown us how to make. He stared into the flames as if they were talking to him. We hadn’t spoken since the argument and it was clear things were off. I hadn’t meant what I said, not really, but how could I explain that?

“Elio…” I sighed. He looked up at me with a cold expression and shook his head.

“Please don’t,” He ordered as he looked into the fire, “You know people at camp called you a freak that night. I was the only one who didn’t have something to say about it. I’ve been the weird kid. I’ve been misjudged before and I didn’t want anyone to go through that, not like I did. I thought maybe if I gave you a chance. Maybe you wouldn’t be so bad. I thought…” He hesitated, “Never mind what I thought. I was wrong.” I stared at him with a frown. For a child of the sun God Elio had darkness to him.

“I was five when I learned it wan’t normal to live with just your mom,” I started with a shaky voice, “I asked her about it and she avoided the question moving onto a different topic completley. That’s what she did when things got hard or uncomfortable. Deflected. When I would ask how many glasses she had she would just look at me and ignore the question. I think I picked it up from her. I’m sorry Elio, I didn’t mean what I said I just, I-” He cut me off with a kiss. My brain short circuited. Oh. This is what Aphrodite had meant. His lips were warm and soft. He tasted like summer. He gave a bashful grin as he looked away and studied the ground in awe.

“Go to sleep Ly.” He said softly. I set up my sleeping bag and for the first time in weeks slept the whole night. The next morning we woke up at five and by noon we had reached the cave.

“I think I should go in. It’s my dad after all.” I said to the boys. Lucas looked at me with a frown.

“Lyra, do you know how dangerous that is?” He said like I was stupid. I wasn’t stupid.

“I have to.” I glared at him. He wasn’t in charge of me and I wouldn’t let him think otherwise. I walked into the dark entrance of the cave and followed a large set of stairs to an attic sized room. In the corner I noticed the ugly one eyed beast sitting on a large chair that reached the ceiling. This must be Polyphemus. He was double my size and slime covered his wretched body. I drew my focus to his arms and noticed the black helm tucked tightly under them. Thanks Dad you really made this easy for me. I regained control of my thoughts and remembered I was at an advantage. He only had one eye. Maybe if I could sneak up on him from the corner I could puncture the orb just enough to grab the helm. I decided to climb the corners of his large chair. I was right at his ear when I decided to make a fight or flight decision. I chose fight.

“Hey look at me!” I yelled into his ear and watched as his eye move toward me in shock.

“I smell a halfblood. You foolish child I will eat you for dinner!” He bellowed

I looked at him and smirked, “Oh yeah? Eat this!” I said as I drew my sword and stabbed him right in the middly of his pupil. I jumped down and grabbed the black helmet, the monster howled in pain as I sprinted. I emerged from the cave holding the helm and grinning like a maniac.

“Lucas, any chance you know how to play Highway to Hell on that thing?” I pointed to his recorder. Elio smiled with a laugh and grabbed my hand while Lucas played the opening notes.

It was a few hours until we finally made it to some recording studio in Los Angeles that was

A cover up for the underworld. When we got there I had to convince Charon to let us pass by giving him all of our drachmas. We passed by Ceberus and the many depths of Hades, I tried to numb my thoughts away from the darkness, until we finally reached his Palace. It was made of black marbel and in the middle was a large throne with fire around it. He sat in the chair and studied me with dark eyes that matched my own.

“Daughter. I see you’ve survived.’’ His voice boomed around the fortress. I looked at the man who had abandoned me my whole life. The man who only wanted me so he wouldn’t get hurt. The man who despite all of this still had the nerve to call me daughter.

“Heres your stupid helmet back.” I said throwing it into the center of the circle ring.

“Careful young hero. That is no way to address your father.” He said in a harsh voice. I stared at him in disbelief. He wasn’t seriously going to act like a parent to me when he probably didn’t even know my favorite color right? After sixteen years every speech I had practiced saying to him to, every cruel word, every wave of anger I felt washed over me.

“You are not my father. You are a coward. You are the man who sat back and watched my mother suffer, because of your own selfish needs. You don’t have the right to act like my parent now. Not after all these years. Yeah, I went on your stupid quest. Not because I wanted your validation, but because I didn’t want to start a war, so you can spare me the mediocre pat on the back just because you feel bad about being a dead beat.” I said with my chin raised and shoulders squared. Then I did something that was probably stupid. I took Lucas and Elio by the hands and marched out of his castle ignoring the disapproval radiating off of him.

The rest of the trip back to Camp Half Blood was practically silent, minus some small talk and melodys from grover. It wasn’t until the night we got back and settled that I could really think about the experience.

“You know that was really brave back there with Hades.” Elio said as we sat on the dock well past curfew. I rolled my eyes.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” I said defiantly. He looked at me and sighed he knew he wasn’t winning this battle.

“Still pretty brave.” And that was that. For the first time in years I didn’t have to worry about my parents mistakes and the burdens they placed onto my shoulders. I was at peace listening to the nymphs take a late night swim ad the son of Apollo play guitar under the stars.

Hey guys!! I’ll be uploading a narrative on here sometime tonight. The narrative was assigned for a scho project and it’s just a brief overview of a long fic I want to write. To give you guys a warning it is Percy Jackson related…. Hope you can check it out !

[myherowritings]

PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words. 

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.” 

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?” 

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.” 

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?” 

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.” 

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.” 

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good. 

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.” 

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?” 

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.” 

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price. 

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art. 

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100. 

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!” 

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything. 

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?” 

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons. 

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to. 

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want. 

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.” 

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down. 

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?” 

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!” 

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.” 

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded. 

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto. 

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?” 

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?” 

You stared at him, unsure what to say. 

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response. 

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him. 

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.” 

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.” 

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.” 

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.” 

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!” 

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…” 

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.” 

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.” 

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.” 

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image. 

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone. 

“You too.” 

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?” 

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice. 

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.” 

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance. 

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone. 

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case. 

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o 

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n 

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~