#its like 900 words i could so finish it soon

[conivolos]

maybe. checks watch. 11pm is a bad time to look at old fic wips

[afyrian]

sappy sweets kageyama tobio x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: you see kageyama again and you end up with more sweets word count: 900 warnings: none

masterlist / pt. 1

    "okay, karasuno volleyball team, i need you in order based on your numbers. numbers one through six, please sit on these stands and then seven stand behind one. the rest of you filter through please," you look through your camera which is centered on the chairs and banner. 

  they slowly make their way onto their seats, your gaze flickering back to kageyama. ever since the faithful day in which you actually spoke to him, you'd been wondering when you'd interact again. of course you see him in class and around the school. although, his eyes are always focused on something. 

  "number seven, could you move to your right some? just so you guys in the back are offset from the ones in the front," you walk up to them, helping them find their spots, moving some over so that the shot lines up perfectly, "yeah, number eight could you scoot over a little more?"

  as you move down the row of players, you lock eyes with kageyama. they're just as beautiful as the first day you saw them, your heart already starting to race as you nod at him, "perfect spot kagey- number nine... you as well number ten. okay, i think that this is it, let me get the photos and then you guys can head out."

  you head back to the camera finally taking a few photos, only some of them smiling, mainly the older classmates. they turn out fairly good for a group photo of a team, especially one with the low budget that you're allotted. part of you wants to pretend like it didn't come out great, just so you can spot kageyama in the camera a few more times. 

  however, that would be cruel, and you couldn't do that to kageyama, or the rest of the team. "okay, thanks for your time. you can purchase the photos for individual use by visiting the photography club and we can send them your way," you bow some, giving them a smile before grabbing your supplies. 

  you fold up your tripod and stuff it into your duffle bag. as you're covering the lens of your camera, you can spot kageyama in the corner of your eye. he peeks over in your direction, holding his school bag's strap with both hands. maybe it's your imagination, your humongous crush still lingering within, but you can't help but wonder if he wants to come say hi. 

  the only thing seemingly stopping him is his loud friends and possibly his dignity. you bite your lip, letting out a soft sigh as you finish packing everything up. the only thing that could heal the little hole in your heart may be a snack or drink at the vending machine. luckily for you, the one that always seems to be full is only twenty feet away. 

  as you stand up to leave, you can tell that kageyama has disappeared, along with most of the team. you purse your lips, now knowing that any chance you could've had to make small talk is now gone. however, it gives you the perfect opportunity to wash down your slight embarrassment with a little treat. 

  you take in a deep breath and step outside, noticing the same beautiful orange and pink sky. the swirling of colors always seems more beautiful in this part of town. with the empty roads and few street lights, it's easier to see the sky in its entirety. the only thing making this the perfect evening would be- kageyama. 

  he stands by the vending machines, staring at the one filled with drinks. you wonder if the fates had aligned for this moment, him looking up as soon as you step off onto the sidewalk, or if it was just the doors to the gym closing. "hi," you give him a small smile, walking over to where he's standing. 

  "hi," kageyama copies you, hands already clenching something that he has bought, "uh, i thought i'd thank you for the team picture by getting you this."

  he holds out a bag of candied iyokan peels, his hands holding them gently. your eyebrows raise, mouth slightly agape as you hope this is some form of love confession, his body language slightly awkward. "but if that's too presumptuous, i can give it to a friend-"

  "oh no! i love it, thank you, it's very kind of you," you give him a warm smile, grabbing the candy from his hand, ignoring the intense sense of deja vu that you're feeling from the week prior, "actually.. as a way to thank you, here's my phone number."

  you pull out a small notepad from your bag, a little pencil already placed within the coils. very quickly, as to not take too long within his presence, you write down your number. tearing out the notepad, you hold it out to him, letting out the breath that you were holding in. 

  "your handwriting is beautiful," kageyama smiles, tilting his head down some, a tinge of pink overtaking his cheeks, "and thank you too, i will message you tonight. actually, would you want to take a walk real quick? i can help you back to the main building."

  "that'd be nice, kageyama, don't want to say thank you again, so instead, i'd be very happy to," you bite your lip, trying to hide the wide smile that would've overtaken if not for your habit.

[ninupi]

haiiii, i loved your patched up story with mitsuya and was wondering if you could maybe do another short story about reader basically being the schools president or a student of high intelligence but after school has this total other side where she’s also in a gang and into the whole fighting world so she’s really cool or something.

i know this might be a lot to ask and i’m hoping i explained that well enough lol but yeah! (again please take your time no rush and you can do it with any character you prefer from tokyo revengers, i love them all)🫶🏽🫶🏽

pawn | t. mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, some cursing, like one sexual joke towards reader in bad taste, threats (not towards reader tho), blackmail (also not towards reader lol)

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 900+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; ill be honest I had a bit of trouble thinking of how to go about this but after some thinking this is what I came up with. sorry if its not exactly what you wanted but I tried my best!

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Mitsuya knew that people didn't really like you, he had just assumed it was because you were a strict rule follower and didn't put up with people breaking them. You've been class president all three years of high school and it was as if you got more serious each year.

"I don't get her issue, she takes shit way too seriously" Mitsuya would hear people whispering after you scolded them about certain things, whether it's their uniform not being on right or how they were late to class and anything in between.

And to some extent he agreed, but one thing he didn't get is why everyone was so scared to say something to you. He'd seen other people pick on other class presidents but when it came to you it was if everyone just took your words with a grain of salt.

"Y/n such a bitch man, I almost got detention just because of her" he heard some guy groan behind him while his friends laughed at him. "No way, are you serious? She's so stuck up, someones got to help her relax if you know what I mean"

Mitsuya rolls his eyes at their gross suggestions when he notices you walk in "Kentaro can I speak to you?" you seem slightly annoyed and mitsuya wonders if you heard what they had said about you. But mitsuya doesn't dwell on it once the boy leaves with you or when he comes back twenty minutes later looking a bit pale in the face.

"I just need you to write the use of your club funds here and any future plans in this box" you explain as if mitsuya hasn't done this multiple times before "You don't have to explain everytime you know" he laughs taking the form from your hands.

"Just a habit I guess" you shrug organizing the rest of the papers in your hands "Y/n? Can I talk to you about something?" Kentaro asks standing at the door of the economics club room. "Not right now im busy" you brush him off not even sparing him a glance.

"B-but it's important...it's about the money you asked- I said im busy. Are you deaf?" your change in tone shocks mitsuya a bit but he decides not to say anything. And why would you be asking Kentro for money, he's not in any club that mitsuya can think of.

"I should be by later to pick up the form, if i'm not by back by 4 just leave it on my desk please" you tell mitsuya walking out of the classroom with kentaro following close behind "Are you stupid? Talking about that in front of someone else? Do you want me to-"

Mitsuya looks at you two confused as you leave, what could you possibly be talking about?

Looking at the clock it reads 4:15, mitsuya finally realizes you're not coming back anytime soon and decides to make his way towards your class. Everyone else has gone home for the day finishing up their club activities and such so the hallways were quiet.

Mitsuya knows you wouldn't just forget to pick up the papers so he wonders what you could be busy doing when he hears someone talking in one of the classrooms. "What do you mean you don't have the money?" He immediately recognized your voice and guessing by your tone you weren't happy.

"I-i have some of it, I just don't have all of it...just give me two more- Give you more time? You've had a week, what the hell were you doing?" Mitsuya peeks his head into the room a bit and sees Kentaro standing in front of your desk looking a bit nervous.

"I have about 260 I just need to get the rest, I swear I'll get it to you in two days" what could you possibly need that much money for mitsuya thought to himself when you stood up and corned Kentaro.

"Listen to me, I told you to get 300 by this Friday last Sunday. You've had plenty of time to get your shit together, if it were up to me i'd give you the two days but it's not. I told my guys I'd have it by Sunday and that you were going to get it for them."

Mitsuya listened intensely to the way you were talking, he'd never seen this side of you and honestly if he were in Kentaro's shoes he'd be pretty nervous too. What guys were you referring to? And what'd they need all that money for anyways.

"So if you don't get me that money by Sunday it'll be your ass, not mine. So get it together and collect the fucking money, I shouldn't have to baby you. Remember if you don't do this i'll get your ass kicked out of here in no time, you understand me?"

Kentaro opened his mouth to say something but you didn't even give him a chance start "Don't say anything, I have all the proof of you cheating on those midterms and the principle will expel you for that. I also know about what you did to Akami, if her brother found out- Ok! ok i'll get you the money by Sunday! Please don't say anything about anything I swear i'll do whatever you want!"

Mitsuya doesn't think he's ever seen a guy like Kentaro so pale in the face before, what type of dirt did you have on this guy? Whatever it is seems bad and Mitsuya decided right then and there he'd try to stay on your good side for a while. Even if he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Get the fuck out of here just looking at you is pissing me off" you mutter going back to your desk, mitsuya doesn't have time to react before Kentaro is sliding the door open revealing him. He notices your shocked face and awkwardly smiles "I brought the papers..."

[pricklepearbloom]

Ooh I love it I want more ruby/az 😍

a/n: FINE twist my arm! (jk I love Ruby and Az and I love YOU!)

masterlist

Windows Open

Pairing: Azriel x OC (Ruby)

Summary: Azriel can’t sleep without the windows open

Word Count: 900 (just a short little baby blurb!)

The cold night air whispered over Ruby’s arms making goosebumps erupt up and down her arms. Her body shivered to try and shake off the breeze, burrowing in further into the covers and closer to her own personal furnace. Her mate, Azriel. Who, for whatever reason, cannot sleep without the windows open. It drove Ruby batty. As someone who got cold very easily, she couldn’t stand sleeping with the windows open. Ruby glanced over at her lover, sound asleep with an arm thrown across her waist snoring without a care in the world. Her eyes narrowed in slight contempt at his ability to sleep while it was practically snowing in her bedroom. 

Her eyes shot over to the wide open window, biting her lip considering the probability that she could sneak out of his arms to close the window. He was completely asleep right? A loud snore ripped through Azriel making a fond smile etch itself onto her face at the obvious answer. Yeah, he’s definitely asleep, she mused to herself. She gently grabbed his hand that was wrapped around her waist and, as slowly as she could, she lifted it and started to scoot away from his grasp.

Subconsciously detecting the movement, Azriel’s hold tightened on Ruby, tucking her even closer to his chest. Ruby froze and waited a few minutes until she heard the snoring start again giving her the confidence to try again. She lifted his arm and wiggled her way out, slipping out of bed to tiptoe her way over to the window. Without the protection of the covers or Azriel’s body heat, Ruby’s shivering increased tenfold. She reached up feeling the freezing top of the window pane pulling down slowly so as not to wake Azriel up. The window started squeaking as she pulled it down and her body tensed so she made the split second decision to pull it down the rest of the way quickly. 

Once it was shut, she let out a breath of relief and turned around to head back into bed, hopefully to fall back asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. When she returned back to bed, her eyes met Azriel’s opened and trained on her. A sheepish smile found its way onto her face “it was cold.” she said simply. Azriel’s lips formed into a thin line on his face, eyes darting back and forth between hers. “I’m sorry, I just-” he cut himself off, obviously hesitating to finish his thought. “What is it?” Ruby asked quietly, brows furrowed on her forehead. 

Azriel took a deep breath before pushing on. “When I was younger, I was kept in a basement. No light. No people. Nothing. Every day I felt like I was being buried alive because the darkness felt like it was pressing in on me.” Azriel’s eyes shuddered close at the feeling of Ruby’s hand finding its way into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp giving him the comfort and courage to keep on. “Before the shadows found me, I was terrified of being kept in the dark, terrified of being contained like that. I can’t believe all of these years it’s still affecting me but because of it I just… I can’t-” “You can’t sleep with the windows closed.” Ruby finished softly understanding dawning in her eyes. “I’m sorry my love.” Ruby could practically see the self loathing take over Azriel making her shake her head vehemently. “Don’t you dare apologize. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I just thought… I don’t know, maybe you liked the sounds of the outside or got warm at night?” Azriel chuckled softly. “I wish. Still it’s not fair on you to make you freeze or keep you up every night just because of my baggage.” Ruby tilted her head in contemplation. “Maybe not, but I think I can take that on. Plus, maybe you’ll just have to hold me extra close to keep me warm.” She lifted her eyebrows up and down suggestively. 

Azriel’s shoulders visibly lowered relieved, a smile drawing on his face before he pulled her in close. “I can do that” He nestles his head into her neck inhaling her scent deep into his lungs. Ruby’s eyes shut in contentment before shooting open in realization, “wait!” She pulled away from his grasp and quickly opened the window before trotting back into bed finding a soft expression on Azriel’s face. “You’re too good for me.” He whispered into her ear, tucking her back into her place in his arms. She shook her head, “You deserve all of the love in the world Az and I’m honored to be able to give it to you.” She kissed his strong jaw before they both fell into a deep sleep for the night.

The following day, Ruby found a box with a bow on it sitting on her bed. Inside was a heated blanket that she clutched to her chest, feeling a warm rush spread through her chest. Knowing the cause was not from the blanket she sat on her bed basking in the fluttering in her stomach.

[wildsupernova]

too sweet.

summary: she was too sweet for him, everybody knew that. still, he couldn’t stay away, and neither could she, even when the sugar made his head spin and the bitterness burned her throat.

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: brief mentions of sexual content, nothing too serious really

word count: 900

a/n: hey! just wanted get something up while i work on some longer pieces. i’m currently finishing up my second semester of my second year of college, so i haven’t had time or energy to write much of anything lately. figured i’d write a little blurb when i got the time to keep the content coming for you guys. anyway, hope you enjoy! hopefully new longer content will be coming soon. if you enjoy, leave a like, reblog, or a comment, whatever, any little bit of engagement helps. :)

masterlist | prompts list

She was too good for Steve, everyone knew that. She was a delicate, well groomed rose bush and he was the patch of weeds that grew in her planter box, stealing every last bit of water from her until her leaves turned brown and fell from her stem. He wasn’t someone a girl like her should ever be associating with, but something kept him coming back to her, and her to him. 

They didn’t speak in school, sharing stolen glances from across the hall, soft stares that turned desperate when they were filled with memories of two nights ago. To Steve’s friends, she was nothing more than a conquest, and to hers he was nothing more than a walking red warning sign telling her to run the other way. To each other, they were something they couldn’t quite name, unsure if it was love or boredom or something else entirely. But boredom wouldn’t have you running back to someone like this, wouldn’t have you lying awake thinking about them and your heart racing every time you shared a glance. 

He was the type to fall asleep when the sky was dark and wake long after the birds had already started singing, and she never crawled in or out of bed any later than the sun. He’d tried to see her once, crawl through her window after every streetlight had flickered on, but she hadn’t answered his taps on her window, duvet blocking out any sound that might disturb her early sleep. Two mornings later and he’s woken from his own sleep by the ringing of his phone, her sweet voice begging him to watch the sunrise with her at Lovers Lake. He had complained and told her it was far too early, but when she told him she got up that early everyday he simply laughed and grabbed his keys from the bedside table.

He asked her once if she’d ever thought about sleeping in, or staying out late to watch the stars around a bonfire. She’d shook her head, told him routine was what she needed, that she could get the most out of her day if she went to bed early, but that same night she’d made it back home long after the moon took its place in the sky, hair frizzy and skirt twisted sideways. 

She reminded him of when he’d drank a Screwdriver for the first time, far too sweet for him to handle without his head spinning, but giving him enough of a buzz that he couldn’t stop sipping it. He reminded her of the single sip of her father’s whiskey spiked coffee, the kind that turned her tongue bitter and burned her throat on the way down, but had her heart racing all the same. 

He always laughed at the way she’d scold him for his dirty mouth. He didn’t think he’d ever heard a single ‘bad word’ come out of her, and everytime one came out of him, she was quick to smack him on the shoulder and tell him off like a mother. She kept her body guarded, rarely letting his hands wander too far until it was two hours later and she was desperate for them to be anywhere else but on her face. He started to wake up earlier just to hear the birds sing about her. 

He started seeing her in everything. In the rainy days where the sun was still in the sky, the soft patter of raindrops hitting his window sounding more and more like her laugh every time. He saw her in the wisteria vines that climbed the trellis in his mother’s garden, in the sip of wine he stole from his mother’s glass. He told himself he could wait a few years until he didn’t burn so much, until he became a better man who could handle how sweet she was. She told him she didn’t mind the burn, didn’t mind the bitterness, but if he wanted to wait until he was smoother for her, she could do that. She could wait.

2 years later and she's still just as sweet, smooth like an aged bottle of wine but with that small bitter hint you don’t really notice until you’re two glasses in. He’s smoother, like the shot of bourbon sitting next to her on her kitchen counter, but he still burns just enough for her to recognize him. She downs the amber in the glass and tells him she can handle the burn, and he tells her that sweet still makes his head spin, even after all this time.

Suddenly he’s the one waking before the sun, slaving away over an oven and a glass of wine left out from the night before, birds singing the same song they used to years ago. He’s in bed by sunset because she’d pulled him to the bedroom by the arm, lips lingering on his skin in the same way he used to linger on hers. He finds himself watching his language and she lets a few dirty words slip now and then, and her hands move his lower when she gets tired of them on her waist. He still sees her in the rain and the roses outside of his apartment, down to the small thorns hidden just beneath the beautiful crimson petals. She sees him in the thunder storms and the dandelions, beautiful and dangerous all the same. 

Suddenly, Screwdrivers aren’t too sweet for him anymore, and whiskey doesn’t burn her throat quite like it used to.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hello, so I got another idea and it is going to be super fluff. So this idea is Robbie x Reader, and the reader is coming back from work and she heard a meow coming from a alley and she stared in aww and she thinks that “Robbie wouldn’t mind that I bring this cute kitty at home”. And she brings it and she opens the door and saw Robbie at the couch and he sees her but she is turning away so he wouldn’t see the cat.

Cat Dad

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I changed it up a little bit from your original ask. I hope that’s ok!

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**Reader is not described

Main Masterlist

Robbie Reyes Masterlist

As soon as the clock hits 5pm, I’m out of there, practically running out of my office building, taking in as much of the setting sun as I can for the brief moment its rays touch my face. 

The bus home is crowded, everyone just trying to get home after a long day at work. Thankfully, I’m only a 15 minute ride away. I quickly hop off at my stop, after shoving my way through the mass of people, and step out onto the sidewalk, turning to walk the 5 or so blocks to my boyfriend Robbie’s place. 

I walk past an alley and hear the tiniest, most pathetic meow I’ve ever heard. Backtracking, I look down the alley, not immediately spotting anything. But then I see some trash shift on the floor and I hear another tiny meow come from it. Walking over, I carefully extricate the small kitten from the pile of trash, holding it by the back of it’s neck so it won’t scratch me. It’s all black, bright orange eyes looking up at me and I swear it reminds me of Robbie and his…other side. 

“You look like you could use a bath and a nice place to sleep. What do you think? Promise not to scratch me?”

The kitten mews and I hesitate a moment before cradling it in my arms. No wait, her in my arms. And to my surprise, she cuddles into me instantly, her fur still wet from the rain we had a couple hours earlier. 

“Come on little Ghost. Let’s get you home,” I coo, as I wrap her in my jacket with me. 

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I got her clean, watching her jump around in the small amount of water I had in the bathtub as she bats at a rubber ducky I had gotten for Robbie as a joke. Eventually, I get her out and towel her off, raiding the cabinets to find a can of tuna for her. I pop open the can and put some on a plate, setting it down. She starts eating immediately, meowing for more when she finishes. After, she follows me around the house, not wanting to leave my side. I pick her up, cradling her tiny body. 

“You wanna stay with us?” She meows and rubs her head on my hand. I chuckle. “Ok, then. You can stay, Ghost. I guess that’s your name now too, since I heard you but didn’t see you.”

Just then, Robbie opens the door, tossing his keys in the basket I’d placed on a small side table as he shakes out his beloved coat, tossing it over the back of the chair and enters the living room, walking towards me with a smile. 

“Hey, baby. How was - what’s moving under that blanket?”

I put on my best puppy eyes. “Nothing?” Ghost meows from under the blanket and I look down at it, whispering “Traitor.”

“Is there a cat under there?”

“No? Technically she’s a kitten?”

“Baby-” I move the blanket and Ghost turns her tiny, bright orange eyes up, staring at Robbie, who goes momentarily speechless. 

“Ok, she’s cute. But she can’t stay. You’ll bring her to a shelter or something tomorrow, ok?”

“But, Robbie! She’s so small and she loves me!”

“She loves anyone who feeds her.”

“No really. She follows me around. Plus, she reminds me of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Dark outside with a flame in her eyes.”

He’s quiet for a bit. “Still, it’s a cat. She can’t stay. And don’t give me the pouty lip.”

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I wake in the morning, patting the bed next to me and finding it empty, not even a trace of warmth from Robbie. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the living room, a yawn dying on my lips when I take in what’s happening. 

Robbie. Asleep on the couch. With little Ghost curled up on his chest, half tucked under a blanket, like he’d tucked her there. She’s purring loudly, only cracking open one eye to look at me before cuddling her head deeper, a soft smile on Robbie’s lips as he continues to doze. 

Ghost never does go to a shelter and spends her time at our place or at the shop, chasing any small rodents or bugs that dare enter her domain. And Robbie? He went out that next day and bought nearly the entire pet store, coming home to show me all of the fancy toys and food he’d bought for her. 

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[brandonduhaimes]

Returning home

Gif credits to owner

Authors note: Quinn would be the best dad you will never change my mind.

Pairing: Quinn hughes x gn reader

Word count: 900

Preface: After a long roadie Quinn is back home only to find a very stressed significant other.

You werent really sure where the overwhelming urge to cry had come from. You had watched the kids for long periods of time before but for some reason today was too much. A two week trip shouldn't have been a breaking point but Jackson was teething and miserable for the entirety of it.

You hadn't noticed the front door opening and closing as you sat on the couch crying silently. Your son however noticed and immediately started scream crying. You rushed to his bedroom to quiet him before he woke up your three year old who was sleeping silently.

"Shhhh its okay sweetheart." You murmur "you're okay just breathe." The screaming continued and you tried everything you could think of, but couldn't get him to calm down.

"Babe why don't you let me try?" Quinn asks and you jump not expecting him to be here.

"How are you? You had some really good games while you were gone." You ask as he walks up wraps his arm around your waist and places a kiss on your temple.

"Dad? When did you get home?" Your daughter asks from the hallway, her reaction not as excited because of the tired look in her eyes.

"I just got home kiddo." He looks at you and takes Jackson from your arms. "Why don't you go get in bed and i'll come and tuck you in in a few minutes?"

"Okay!" With this your daughter bounds back up the stairs to her bedroom and you let out a sigh of relief as just being held by Quinn, Jackson begins to calm down a little bit.

A few minutes later Jackson is back in his crib fast asleep and the two of you make your way upstairs to tuck Ellie in. When you walked up the stairs you noticed that she had already fallen asleep.

Quinn pulled her blanket over her and then gave her a kiss on the forehead and you did the same before closing the door quietly. You made your way back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I have some leftovers in the fridge from the Chinese place if you want them."

Quinn doesn't say anything, but wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder and kisses your cheek. "Thank you for taking care of the kids while I was gone." He squeezes you tightly before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Its part of having kids though I signed up for it." You have a slight break to your voice and Quinn knows immediately that it had been a rough two weeks.

"You should go take a shower or a bath, give yourself some quiet time. I've got the kids now," Quinn says quietly.

"Okay, if Jackson wakes up again he has some teething rings in the freezer and the Orajel is on the changing table." You reply and Quinn places his lips on yours gently.

"Thank you. Now I've got the kids you need some you time." Quinn finishes ushering you into the bathroom. You smile as he shuts the door knowing that you picked the right one to be their father.

You shower slowly, singing and embracing the time alone. As you finish up you make your way back to the bedroom where you find Quinn lying on the bed with Jackson laying on his chest asleep. You curl up next to him and try not to wake the sleeping child.

"Im going to go put him back into bed ill be back in a second."

You smiled as you listened to Quinn put Jackson down again for the night. "You are getting so big little one. We better pick out your first pair of skates soon."

Quinn put the baby down and came back to your room. He laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms. "Maybe we should get a nanny, at least for once a week while I'm gone so you have time to yourself."

"It wasn't usually this hard but almost every day Jackson had a break down because of his teeth hurting. I felt like I was failing at parenting." You say quietly and Quinn pulls you closer.

"You are the best parent these kids could have. You make it easy for the kids to be kids and thats what they need. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you during this."

"Its not your fault Quinn. It's part of your job we both signed up for it." You reply and he holds you tightly.

"Lets get a nanny, I'm off for the weekend we can do whatever you want to." He smiles into your shoulder "but right now we should get some sleep since the three year old menace to society will be up in about six hours."

"She gets that from you," you reply and Quinn laughs.

"I'd like to think uncle Jack taught her that."

You smile and turn to give him a quick kiss "You may be right about that but right now we need to sleep so we can talk about it more in the morning."

"I love you y/n thank you for everything you do for us." Quinn hums and you smile.

"I love you too Quinner."

With that the two of you sleep silently the smiles not leaving your faces the whole night.

[thrawns-babygirl]

CONGRATS ON YOUR FOLLOWER MILESTONE! 375 IS SO EXCITING!! To kickstart this well-deserved celebration, I would so so so appreciate #40 from the list of prompts 🥰 "Don't tempt me" Is such a Crosshair thing to say! Again, CONGRATSSS!!! 😩💕

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! It's been actually insane how many people tell me they love my work and I'm actually blown away??? Like this is my first time ever really writing smut and people seem to really enjoy it and I'm so insanely grateful to everyone in the community.

On that note, for some reason I really struggled with this one???? Maybe it was just too open ended and I had no idea how I wanted it to go when there were so many options but I did it! I really hope you enjoy it!

(Edit: Just edited this to remove all the fem centric pet names and changed them to mando'a terms of endearment to make it GN let me know if i missed any)

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Gags, Oral (M!Receiving), Crosshair banter

Words: 900+

Prompt: #40 "Don't tempt me"

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You're arguing. Again.

Not an uncommon occurrence, but definitely one Crosshair could do without at the moment. He's just not in the mood for it right now, he hasn't been since you opened your mouth, and it hasn't changed.

"-s all I'm saying Cross-" you were STILL talking even as he tried and failed to zone you out.

"Shut. Up." He deadpanned. Looking up from cleaning his rifle as you continued berating him about something.

"Or what? You'll make me?" You smirk over at him, putting your feet up on the console in front of you.

"Don't tempt me" he bites out at you, eyes boring into yours as a very obvious flush begins to cover your face.

Well, this is an interesting development.

Your mouth opens and closes as you look for something to say but you can tell by his self-satisfied smirk that you’ve been caught.

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he gets up off his seat and saunters over to you, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other.

“I… uh- well” you’re still trying to find the right words to give yourself the upper hand again but you’re unable to think of anything as your blush deepens.

Moving your legs off the console, you attempt to stand, only to be caged in by Crosshair’s large frame as he puts both hands on either arm rest, keeping you where you are.

“Where is all that fire from before Cyare?” he leans down, close enough to you that you can feel his body heat, or maybe that’s just your blush? You don’t know. You still can’t think straight, but you can’t let him win.

“Pfft you wouldn’t have the balls” you mumble, the fire in your voice having died out. His eyes narrow, lips quirking into a small frown as he spits his toothpick out onto the cockpit floor.

“Tch, wrong again mesh'la” he moves one of his hands off the arm rest towards his belt, but you can’t tear your eyes away from his long enough to see what he’s doing. He moves his head down, lips covering yours in a passionate kiss. You close your eyes as he runs his tongue against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as his tongue moves against yours. You moan into his mouth, your hands moving to tangle in the hair at the back of his neck.

Just as quickly as it started, he pulls away, and before you can open your eyes you can feel course fabric force its way past your lips. Your eyes snap open and you hope your glare manages to convey your rage as Crosshair retreats to his own chair, returning to cleaning his rifle.

“Don’t worry, it’s clean” he chuckles as he looks up at you, “As soon as I’m done here, I’ll show you what else I can gag you with” the heat returns to your cheeks as you continue to gawk at him. One of his spare cleaning rags stuffed in your mouth. You try to subtly rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the heat that’s pooled there but its not enough. You want, no, need to feel him.  

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, you know you love it” you avoid his gaze, staring out into space as silence fills the cockpit. He finishes cleaning his rifle before standing up and approaching you again, “you know how I know you love it?” he leans down towards you again, and you can feel his breath fanning over your ear as he whispers; “you could have spit that out at any point, but you haven’t”.

You look back up at him, eyes wide as he removes the now soaked cloth from your mouth and slowly walks back over to the chair he was previously occupying. He sits back down, legs spread palming the growing bulge in his blacks, a silent invitation. You rise to your feet and walk over to him; he releases his length from its confines as you move to your knees between his spread legs.

“Go on cyare, I know what you want” he’s slowly stroking himself as you lock eyes with him. You move your head down to his throbbing length and place a series of small licks to the hot skin. He lets out a hiss as your tongue makes contact and places his hand on the back of your head.

“That’s it… just like that” his head hits the back of the chair as you take him fully into your mouth, the wet heat making his hips buck up of their own accord, forcing himself further into your throat. His chest heaves as you hollow your cheeks, and it feels like you’re sucking his soul from his body. He lets out a strangled groan as he forces your head further down onto him, causing you to gag and choke around him.

He opens his eyes and looks down at you, and the site of your lips wrapped around his girth, watery eyes and flushed cheeks is his downfall. Forcing himself as far into your mouth as he can he spills himself down your throat.

“That’s it mesh’la- swallow every. Last. Drop.” you do, swallowing around him until he has to remove himself from your mouth, the overstimulation bordering on painful.

He tucks himself back into his blacks before standing abruptly, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet and dragging you towards the bunks.

“Wha- What are you doing?” you ask as you follow behind him on shaky legs.

“Returning the favour”

@where-is-my-mind-tho@starborncyare@antishadow2021

[sparkleshipper07]

Hello Mobius

Loki s2 finale spoiler au

900 or so words.

Give it a read if you like or keep scrolling.

Loki returns…

"I might just wait here a little bit..." Mobius stared out at the house in front of him. He didn't go nearer. Despite seeing it full-two kids and a jetski-the place looked empty in his eyes. Hollow somehow-like a tree that died and had its green leaves fall away.

The sun was warm against his skin as he felt it shine on him. For some reason he still felt cold. "Let time pass..."

"Yes, it's true." A voice rang from behind him out of the blue. "You could do that-however I'd recommend pilfering that jetski over there. Seems like a much better time. Far less boring. Or better yet-sneak in, grab your work keys off the kitchen counter, and go for that lovely green one back at the sales office. That's what I would do. If I was you."

"What the shit-" The words tumbled from Möbius's lips as he spun round. His eyes widened. His heart nearly stopped.

"Loki!?"

The other man smiled at him. Hands shoved in his pockets as he stood casually like he hadn't sacrificed himself to eternity in a damned tree of time.

"Hello Mobius." The words were warmer than the sun beating down from the sky. 

Möbius's brain was struggling to figure out what he was even seeing. Loki was standing in front of him. Fine. Completely fine. He didn't look like he was carrying the weight of the world-or time for that matter- on his shoulders. He appeared as free as air, in a suit with a green tie, stylish shoes on his feet, and the happiest of smiles.

"Hello Mobius..." the former time agent repeated the words in a whisper, staring in disbelief. His brain was stalling-it couldn't process what or rather who was standing before him.

"Yes, hello. Is that not your preferred name any-" Loki didn't get to finish his sentence. As soon as the god opened his mouth to speak a second time Mobius closed the distance between them, and socked him in the jaw.

For an all seeing all knowing god of time-Loki failed to see it coming. Or perhaps he just once again accepted his fate-it was after all, what he deserved.

Loki groaned, strewn on the grass, hand reaching up to gingerly touch his assaulted cheek. "Ow..." Loki remarked slowly as he sat up. "...that hurt."

"Good. It was supposed to!" Mobius threw a hand in the air his other resting on his hip, against his belt. "What the hell, Loki!? I saw you walk into a void!"

Loki shrugged as if it were no big deal. "It was the quickest way to where I needed to be. Timelines are quite heavy, you know."

"How are you even here?" Mobius threw his hand down-words all but hissed through grit teeth.

"Mobius, I'm a god." Loki said the words with a mirth filled chuckle. "Have you forgotten that tidbit of information?"

"You're godhood doesn't answer shit. Start talkin'."  Mobius nodded his head at him expectantly.

Loki smiled, hands shoved into his pockets. "I spent centuries honing my abilities. One such ability was time slipping-the ability to physically slip into a past version of myself."

"Okay, but then how are you holding time together right now? Shit is everything going to unravel?" Mobius started looking around expecting everything to turn to sphagetti.

"No. No. No." Loki moved forwards again hands gently resting against the other man's arms. "Mobius, I'm still there."

"How-how can you be there and here?"

Möbius's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn't get it. The Loki standing in front of him was no illusion. He was solid. So how?

"Because I took it a step further. I simply projected my consciousness through time into this body. I didn't have to so much as wiggle a toe."

"Projected consciousness..." Mobius rubbed at his face. "So you're what? Daydreaming on the job right now?"

"It's a little more deliberate than that-but if that's how you wish to think of it. Yes." Loki nodded proudly. "The only hiccup is that-"

"Is that you can't do it for very long." Mobius sighed with a nod. "It's alright. I understand."

"What? No. Please, this is easy as pie. Holding time together is subconscious- really. I barely have to think about it, but my magic in this form is severely stunted. I've got about 1/5 of my usual power. The rest is dedicated to all time."

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry, that must be very hard for you."

"Yes." Loki sighed. "It is. Anyways, shall we go grab you that Jetski? My timelines. My rules and I decree you can do whatever the hell you like."

Mobius smiled. He clapped Loki on the shoulder. "I think I'd rather buy you a drink."

Loki's smile spread wider. "Okay."

"You've earned it."

"I should hope so."

"Sorry about the punch."

"No. No. It's fine. Thor's given me worse."

"Oh yeah? You visiting him after me?"

"Perhaps." Loki waved his hand a green portal opening before them. There was a green shimmer to his eyes that matched it. "I'd like you to meet him."

"Well, who would I be to deny a god?"

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Had to fix it. I just had to. I might turn this into a short series maybe? Loki and Mobius galavanting through timelines- meeting his family, or something idk. Would people like that? Should I do it? Let me know!

[dand-elle-ion]

Genshin + When you get injured

With: Albedo

Words: 900

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Note: The reader is Gender Neutral, enjoy :)

Xiao ver. I Kazuha ver. I Scaramouche ver.

Dark and eerie clouds gather on the afternoon sky above Dragon Spine, causing the wind to howl louder and the air to freeze sharper than usual. Still, the labor in the middle of the mountain is occupied non the less.

Inside the cozy workroom you are sitting at a table, bend over maps and documents of your newest commissions, planning routes to accomplish them in the best manners possible.

Meanwhile the man himself, Albedo, is immersed in his own work of research papers, surrounded by alchemy flasks that were filled with substances in the most cryptic colours.

Albedo’s brows are furrowed in concentration, which – without any exaggeration – is the loveliest thing ever in your eyes. It was endearing to watch him, lost in work, completely shut out in his own big world of science.

Feeling you watching him, Albedo lifts his eyes, his gaze immediately softening. “Are you hungry? I can fetch us some snacks if you want to.”

You shake your head and smile a little embarrassed, heat creeping up your cheeks for being caught starring at him. “I’m good. Do you want anything, though?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” he states and tilts his head to something next to you. “Could you please hand me one of the vials in that basket, if you don’t mind?”

Glad for the opportunity to get a grip on yourself, you reach for the basket filled with small glass vials to grab one of them. But as soon as you move back to hand it to Albedo a sudden thunder roars from outside, loud enough to feel the vibration in your very bones.

Flinching, you lose your grip on the vial, watching the delicate glass shatter on the table, its fragments scattering all over your papers.  

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. Without thinking you start immediately gathering the broken pieces to a pile, while repeatedly apologizing.

“I’m so sorry, Albedo, please tell me it was nothing special. I just got startled by the thunder-“

He is next to you in a mere second.

“Careful. Let me help you.”

To your surprise Albedo doesn’t seem to be bothered at all by the loss of his vial. His face remains calm as ever as he gently moves your hands away from the sharp shards, but halters almost immediately when he notices the blood dripping from your right hand.

He frowns. “You must have cut yourself.” His finger softly caresses the unharmed skin around your wound. “Does it hurt?” Concerned he shifts his eyes back to yours, observing any indication of pain on your face.

“A little,” you admit.

“It doesn’t appear like there are any splinters of glass anymore, so I’m going to disinfect the wound first, alright?”

You couldn’t help but grimace a little by the thought.

“Don’t worry.” Albedo chuckles. “Klee has managed to hurt herself an astonishing number of times during her adventures, so I’ve created a cleanser who doesn’t burn when in contact with an open wound.”

Merely half convinced you let him lead you to a sofa in a corner of the room. You sit down, while using your other hand to hold your injured one, careful as to not let any blood stain the furniture.

Meanwhile your eyes are following Albedo, who is roaming around the room, gathering utensils from cabinets and drawers, before he returns to sit beside you.

In unbent silence he places your hand carefully in his and uses a slightly wet towel to wipe away the blood, then he opens the cleanser.

Your nose wrinkled at the sharp smell. “So, no pain on the skin, in exchange for pain in your nose, huh?” You state, only half joking.

His lips curve into a smile. “Would you prefer it the other way around, love?” he teases.

“Nope. I’m good. What smell? Haha, no smell. Don’t smell anything at all.”

And like he promised, you do indeed not feel anything at all, but a distant pounding and Albedo’s warm hand in yours.

A little later, when he’s finished tying a bandage around your hand, your face twists a bit, but you make no sound. Still, as usual, Albedo notices.

“I’m sorry, love.” He apologizes, giving you a half smile. “But it has to be a bit tight, in order for it to heal easier.”

He plants a soft kiss on your bandaged hand, not breaking the eye contact for a second.

“Are you still in pain?”

“Barely,” you murmur, not being able to focus properly on much but Albedo, his face now close to your own. A quiet “thank you” manages to escape your lips before they were already brushing against his own.

But just as he starts to deepen the kiss the thunder decides to roar again, making you both flinch at the sudden noise.

Albedo rises from the sofa, making you pout in return.

At this his blue eyes twinkle with amusement, still he bends down to you, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes, but once again - his lips are gone way too fast and with him his warmth.

“How about a small break until the storm passes, to prevent further… incidents?” he suggests coyly. “Some tea, perhaps?”

[bluexiao]

#in another life

FALLING OUT OF LOVE —when something is nearing its end, what shall those who lose it do?

THEMES. more fluff than angst but the angst will progress honestly, established relationship, mortal and immortal relationship. implications of major character death.

CHARACTERS. grown up! Venti; gn! grown up! reader

WORD COUNT. 900 words

NOTES. this is kinda late but i also couldn’t write for most of the week so i finished it very late (if it has mistakes pls ignore it i’ll reread this soon jdjsks) but anyway i had a different route on how i did this one so yep enjoy! (also have i told you that venti is like my comfort character,,, not yet?)

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The intensity of the tides and winds seems to have died down over time, calming down until all was left was nothing. It was peaceful, but it felt empty.

Barbatos is the God of Freedom; the God of Mondstadt; the Anemo Archon. He is an immortal, someone who considers a mortal life by merely a fraction of his own—an hour, a minute, maybe even a second.

But for him, for VENTI, he saw how mortal life was when he was with you; felt how to truly live and not just survive. It was a life of happiness, that’s what he felt.

Felt.

All is in the past now—it should be.

“Venti, dear? Have you gotten the ingredients I told you to buy?”

“Uh…” he trails off, flashing a smile and an awkward laugh, “I forgot, I apologize, windblume. I can go back if you want, anything for you!” he adds his last sentence immediately even if he wanted to laze around and chat up with you. Apparently, you could figure him out almost immediately by just glancing at his face, releasing a sigh and a small smile on your face. Despite the hesitance on you as well, you suddenly reach for your own coat and were already holding out your hand towards his way.

“Well then, let’s go out together instead, yes?”

With a grin, he could recall reaching out for them, slipping his fingers onto yours, grasping onto them tightly, a thought of never letting them go coming to mind.

“What an honor. Of course! There’s no one else in Teyvat I’d rather be with!”

Memories. He had lots of those with you; good ones, bad ones, those from melancholy to joyous ones; he could remember them all as if they were yesterday’s event, and most of them are ones that he wishes will never end.

The beauty of life is its freedom of constant change; inevitable, even for a god like him.

And change is the one thing that he refuses to abide in at this very moment.

“Dear,” you call onto him, catching his gaze as you’ve always done so even way before.

“Yes, my windblume?” his voice had deteriorated, he noticed. His once healthy-sounding, beautiful tone falling exhausted more often than it did before, that even with a soul of a god, one’s mortal body will still wear it out. It didn’t bother him at first, but now as you were also slowly deteriorating away in front of his very eyes, it was something he couldn’t ignore any longer.

“Could you get me some water, please?”

He could only raise himself from his seat, knees buckling themselves not from the weaknesses of his body, but more so with the feelings he held inside—he cannot do this; not now, not ever.

He cannot fall out of love with you—a realization slowly seeping on his mind and the entirety of his soul as you slowly slips away from his grasp.

When he comes back next to your bed with a glass of water, he wishes you wouldn’t see the tears that threatened his viridescent eyes, but he knew as well that you would, and it was one of the things that he loved about you.

“Dear?” you reach for the side of his face, your palm feeling the still smooth skin despite the weary appearance of such an immortal soul, his eyes still having the brightness of the look of the young VENTI from when you first met him, even before you knew he was the god you had worshipped.

It ached you to see him like this, but it was necessary.

“You mustn’t be saddened, my love,” you uttered with the most effort, your throat scratching at every word, air losing in every breath, “we knew this day would come.”

His hand was already on yours; still warm, smooth, almost like he did not purposely make his appearance match yours as you had aged over the years—a mortal, that’s what you were. Yet you were with a god, an immortal that would pass by your lifetime far greater than anyone else could.

He should fall out of love with you, forget you.

“I don’t want to see you hurt,” you confess, “you have to let go of me, Venti.”

“No…” he whines, tears falling from his eyes, unable to hold them any longer, and it was almost like you could hear his childish voice from before, “I don’t want to…”

Your heart broke at the sight of him crying in front of you, his smile long gone, the brightness in his orbs, and the chirp in his voice. It was all inevitable; but yet, no preparation could have ever withstood the intensity of reality as it comes.

You let him sit next to you as he sobbed on your chest, almost like how he would be in days before, once every few times when he needed you to comfort him. Now, this might be the very last time you could, and you both could do nothing but sit and watch as time and death tears you away from him.

Still, you caressed the soft strands of his hair; heart heavy, eyes watery, throat dry. He needed you right now, and even if you would leave him soon, for now you’re still here for him.

“In another life, maybe…” you whisper, pressing a kiss on the crown of his head, “In another life, I swear I’ll find you and fall in love with you all over again. I promise.”

VENTI is Barbatos; the God of Freedom, the God of Mondstadt, the Anemo Archon; but he himself doesn’t have the power to stop your life from ending as it aged right in front of him.

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[thatweirdoleigh]

Socks (but i finish the fic)

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Warnings; Eli’s a good husband, and the reader cries oh yeah and reader’s pregnant

a/n ; Here is the full thing!! Cause its cute and for once i actually like the thing that i made. 

Imma tag the people i think will enjoy this.

My moms  @elijahs-wife​ @hellotvshowtrash

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The giggles of his sisters echoed through the halls and into the entry way as Elijah opened the front door and stepped into his family home. Hope’s laughter and the laughter of his brothers and their wives joining shortly after. Rebekah was telling stories again, of all the mishaps, mistakes and schemes from over the centuries. It made him smile. Today was a good day.

After everything that had happened over the centuries, particularly the past several decades, it seemed like a dream come true to finally feel like a family again. To feel the same humble happiness that they felt when they were all still human. Like touching the stars with their bare hands. So he savored the memories and the joy and the rest that it brought to himself and those he cared so dearly for.

Walking into the parlor he was greeted by the warm welcomes of his family.

“Brother!” Klaus, all but beamed, “Welcome home!” A chorus of welcome home and welcome back echoed behind him.

Elijah grinned, wholeheartedly approving of the laid back posture of his younger brother, his arm slung over the back of the couch behind the witch that Klaus had fallen in love with. It was a stark contrast to the rage and paranoia that plagued him for so many years. “Its good to be home!”

“How was your meeting with the contractor brother?” Finn queried, far more subdued than the others. Even though they had all forgiven him, and profusely apologized for 1000 years of pain, Finn still didn’t feel like he quite belonged with the rest of his family. A fact Elijah had been eager to fix once the realization had set in of exactly how shitty their treatment of him was. Courtesy of Camille, of course. However 900 years in a coffin is not forgotten overnight, so it was still a work in progress. So it further proved to warm Elijah’s heart when his eyes laid upon Finn and found him squished between Freya and Kol’s firecracker of a fiancé, instead of locked in his room.

Elijah smiled at Finn and placed his suit jacket over the back of an unoccupied chair, “It was good. We got all of the final details and planning done and now its we are just waiting for the town to give us a building permit”

“that’s good” Finn replied with a nod.

For context, Y/n was pregnant with Elijah’s child, a miracle given in the form of a spell cast as a wedding gift and created by Kol and Klaus’ wife. Y/n had all but declared that she wanted their children to have as normal lives as physically possible and while the Mikaelsons were hesitant to go along with this plan, it was agreed that perhaps living in a mansion with 4 witches, 6 vampires, and 3 hybrids was not a normal childhood. So it was agreed that they would own a separate family home to raise their children in while still visiting as often as physically possible.

As Elijah looked around and took in the the scene around him he noticed that y/n was not among his siblings and so begged the question as to where was his darling wife?

“If I may ask, where is y/n?”

It was Kol’s fiancé that pipped up. “She came rushing in with a bag, declared that she was going to enjoy her new socks and then she was taking a nap, You know how my twin is Elijah, she gets excited over the simplest things, and then she ran upstairs without another word. Imagine she is asleep by now. Probably has been for a while. ”

Elijah smiled and Keelin looked at her curiously, ”Socks?”

Elijah cleared her confusion “Yes Keelin. Socks. Its seems that my darling wife has developed an affinity for collecting and wearing the most colorful knee-high socks she can find”

“It is rather amusing to watch auntie y/ns excitement.” Hope testified from where she had tucked herself under her father’s other arm. “She rambled on about a pair she had found with neon green strips, all while eating a plate of bacon in the kitchen the other day”

Everyone laughed at the image, and Elijah just shook his head with mirth in his eyes, ”yes well, if you don’t mind I am going to join my wife and unborn child in bed. Goodnight to you all” and a chorus of goodnights followed him down the hall.

As Elijah climbed the stairs he couldn’t help but be reminded of how grateful of all of the things that life has granted him over the years. He had a beautiful wife that loved him and siblings that adored him and soon he would have children of his own.

As Elijah approached the door to his bedroom he couldn’t help but notice something was wrong. Stopping to listen he could hear sniffling and shaky breathes just beyond the door way.

“y/n?” he took the handle and pushed the door open.

There sitting in an armchair in the corner of their room was y/n. She was wearing one of Elijah’s Cambridge sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The sweatshirt was cream in color and it matched cream colored socks she held in her hand. While Elijah would normally fawn over how adorable she looked round with his child and dressed in his clothes he was more focused on the tears stains that and puffy red eyes that decorated the face of the love of his life.

Elijah was quick to kneel in front of her and cup her face in his hand “Y/n? Baby what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He placed his other hand on her belly and searched for some kind of injury to suggest that she was hurt.  

She looked at him with a watery smile, kissed his hand and said “I found a pair of socks that would match my favorite one of your sweatshirts and I got so excited to wear them.”

She held up the socks and gestured to her feet. “But I cant reach, so I cant put them on. And it made me so sad that I cried.”

Elijah’s face relaxed and he gave a sigh of relief, realizing it was something simple that he could easily fix. So he gently took the socks from her hands and unfolded them so he could put them on her. He rolled them up and then pulled them all the way up her legs to just below her knees and then gave a kiss to her nose. “there “ he whispered. “all better.”

“thank you ‘lijah.” She mumbled and then yawned.

“Oh. I think its bedtime.” He stated playfully.

“Im pregnant not two.” She grumbled with another yawn.

Elijah looked at her with nothing but adoration and said “baby you just cried over a pair of socks.” In response she pouted and Elijah couldn’t help but smile. 

“Alrighty. Bedtime!” He said scooping her up bridal-style. 

“you can’t be serious!” y/n scoffed. 

“Dead serious!” 

“Eli!” she whined, “don’t make puns when im annoyed at you! Then I can’t enjoy them!” 

Elijah only laughed, and then slowly spun her around in a circle. “wheeeeeee!” he said before gently tossing her on the bed. 

y/n looked up at her husband in exasperation as she watched him use vampire speed to strip to his underwear and climb onto the bed like a leopard on the prowl.  

“I love you.” he purred pressing a kiss to her swollen belly, eyes playfully looking up at her. 

She raised an eyebrow, “Me? Or your children?”. 

“Both” he replied, gently coercing her backwards onto the bed as he crawled farther up her body his hands rubbing circles into the sides of her stomach. y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled her amusement as he enveloped her in another kiss. 

Sighing happily y/n ran her hands through Elijah’s hair, as he eagerly deepened the kiss. However Elijah had to stop this blissful moment rather short. 

He furrowed his brow and pulled back slightly so he could see his wife’s eyes, “Children?” he questioned. “plural?” 

Now it was y/n’s turn to grin playfully. 

“I went to the doctors today.” She said eyes twinkling with mischief. “And i learned something rather interesting.”  

Elijah narrowed his eyes, recognizing that she was toying with him. “did you now?” 

“I did” she purred rubbing her hands down his neck and shoulders. “Apparently twins are not always magical miracle coincidences. More often than not they are genetic.” and as her smile grew bigger so did Elijah’s. “And considering that I am half of a set, I’d say the trait has passed on.” 

Elijah’s grinn was getting bigger by the second. “you mean to tell me. That not only am I getting one daughter.” he leaned in closer until their noses were touching. “I’m getting two?” 

“yes” she whispered seductively and elijah expressed his joy by kissing her again. 

“And do you wanna know what else I learned?” y/n said slyly as he trailed his kisses down her throat. He grunted quietly for her to continue and y/n leaned up and murmured in his ear, “Both of your ‘daughters’ are sons” 

Elijah groaned and pulled back up to her face, “damn. I was really hoping was really hoping for a mini you.” he admitted swallowing y/ns laughter in another kiss. 

Y/n pulled him to lay beside her as they both got under the duvet and settled comfortably for bed. y/n lay on her side facing Elijah and he buried his face in her hair his hands finding their way to her rounded abdomen, joyful and excited to meet his children in the nearby future. 

“Eli?” she said softly. “will you sing to me?” she asked looking up at him. 

“Of course, My love” and so Elijah sang the same nordic lullaby his mother taught him all those years ago and they both drifted off to sleep. 

[reluctant-mandalore]

Comfort Cuddles (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, established relationship, kisses, cuddles, hurt/comfort, mention of injuries, not beta read

Word Count: 1887

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader (gender neutral)

a/n: hey hey look what I finally finished! We’re like waaaay past 900 followers, but I’m still doing these. So please feel free to send in a cuddle prompt from my 900 followers celebration post! Anyway, this was supposed to be shorter, but I couldn’t resist adding in the child for some comfort cuddles with din. 

Translations: cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart || cyare - beloved || Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - "I love you” 

“Cyar’ika.”

Hearing the mandalorian speak had caused for you to look up from the datapad in your hand. Finding yourself glancing in his direction and being met with the sight of him lying lazily among the bed sheets. His arms stretched out wide and eyes pleading for you to come join him as he healed from his injuries. His soft brown eyes wavering with a desperation you hadn’t seen too often, but were still all too familiar with otherwise.

A small smile had graced your lips at the sight of him and you moved yourself over to join him on the cot. Already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to say no to some cuddles with him as he recovered. Those eyes of his just had a way of putting you under a trance like no other person could. Besides, cuddles with your Mandalorian lover were far being the worst thing in the Galaxy, if anything they were pure bliss.

In an instant his arms had encircled themselves around you, his face burying into your chest as his body had moved to curl tightly into your side. A grunt soon leaving him from the pain of his still fresh wound shooting through him from the extra movement.

“Careful Din...” You had scolded gently, allowing for your own arms to wrap around him with your one hand combing through his messy hair, “Don’t want to re-open that wound of yours.”

The Mandalorian had let out a tired hum, his eyes closing as he relaxed farther into your embrace, “I won’t.”

“You said that last time too.” You had said, a teasing tone finding itself into your voice even among the concern you had felt for your husband. The events from the days earlier still fresh in your mind and weighing down heavily on your heart. 

Even with your dark thoughts, a comfortable silence had fallen over you both. The only sound in the small space being that of both your quiet breaths and the rumbling of the ship's machinery. In the moment you had once again thought back to the job he had just completed. The memory of watching the man you loved practically collapsing before you on his return still echoing in your mind. His wounds now only a haunting reminder of how close you had come to losing him.  

“You really scared me there.” You had said before you could stop yourself, the words leaving you in tumbled and rolling waves. He had stiffened in your arms at hearing them, his eyes cracking open to shift his head to look up at you, though the tiredness he felt had them fluttering shut again before he could even think of a proper reply. “When you had returned you looked like you were on the brink of death.”

“I know...” He mumbled in a soft and solemn voice. His words slurring together slightly, as sleep tugged at his mind once more, even as he desperately tried to keep himself awake, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize... I’m just glad your home safe and sound now.” You had said, brushing some of his hair away from his forehead to press a gentle kiss in its place. The feeling of your lips leaving a tingling sensation along his skin, and causing a tired groan to leave him. “Nothing makes me happier than having you back here.”

“Me too.” He had said almost shyly, a flush having littered his heated skin, as he gazed into your eyes fondly. “I thought of you and the kid the entire time I was gone. All I could think about was getting back to you both. Even when I was injured, my thoughts were just of getting back home to you two”

Tears had pricked at the corner of your eyes from his words and felt yourself become flooded with a multitude of emotions, “Oh Din…”

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He had mumbled back to you, nuzzling his face into your chest as his arms squeezed around you tightly.  

“I love you too cyare.” You had said in reply, your heart fluttering with happiness from his words, “Now go to sleep, you need your rest.”

Another tired hum had left Din as he smiled at you gently while snuggling himself deeper into your arms. His eyes soon falling closed while your fingers continued to massage the aching muscles of his back. He had practically melted into your embrace by this point. His body limp and relaxed in your arms, as he found himself drifting closer towards a deep sleep.

Seeing him beginning to rest so peacefully, had brought your own cloud of sleep to dance across your sight. A small yawn escaping you as your body found itself settling underneath his added weight. Your fingers had moved away from their gentle touches along his spine by this point. Now moving to run themselves through his hair once more, trying to bring an extra layer of comfort to his already sleeping mind, and hoping to lull him even farther into the tired abyss.

Eventually you had also joined him in dreamland, your mind having drifted off into a blissful sleep while still having your arms wrapped tightly around him. The two of you would remain that way for a long time. Only ever rising again when the child had cried out at waking from his own nap.

The sounds of his loud cries had awoken you both, causing for the man in your arms to jump up and look in the direction of the child’s wailing. He had shuddered soon after at the sharp pain which had shot through him from his wound, and you soothed him gently again at the sight of it. He had shifted with the intent to leave your shared quarters, but you had put a stop to it quickly, motioning for him to remain within its confines.

“No Din, you stay here and rest.” You had said softly allowing for a quiet yawn to leave your lips as you ran a soothing hand along his back again. Soon pressing a kiss to his forehead, before shifting yourself from underneath him, all while doing your best to not irritate his healing wounds. “I’ll go look after him, don’t you worry.”

The Mandalorian had settled again after you had removed yourself, this time within the tangled sheets rather than on top of you, letting out a sleepy grunt as he did. Already finding himself missing your added warmth as he watched you stretch through a clouded gaze.

Feeling his eyes on you had made you smile at him, a small laugh leaving you at the sight of the blush which spread across his cheeks again at being caught staring. “Don’t worry I’ll be back soon.”

After your final words of promise to the Mandalorian, you had made your way over to where the child had been sleeping as of a late. When Din had returned, you thought it best to have the child sleep in a separate area to avoid disturbing the injured man as he healed. A well thought out idea, considering that the little one had been extra moody as of late, most likely due to the stress of the current environment of the ship.

“There there I got you.” You had shushed the child as you picked him up and rocked him gently, doing your best to soothe him away from his tears. “My poor little one.”

The child cries did eventually die out in your arms, soon having his face nestled into the crook of your neck as you continued to gently rock him. He had let out a tired coo, allowing for his ears to twitch as a few more sniffles had left him.

“Do you want to go see your buir?” You had asked the child, rubbing a hand along his back in circles and smiling as you saw his ears perk up in interest from your words. “I know you’ve been wanting to see him more since he got back and I know he misses you too.”

The child had let out an excited coo as he tugged gently on your sleeve, clearly happy with what you had suggested. The sight of which had made you chuckle to yourself, letting out a hum as you brought him over to the cot where the child’s father currently rested. It didn’t take much to figure out that the man had already found himself back to sleep. His quiet snores and relaxed form had made all of that plenty apparent.

Carefully, you had slipped in next to Din, shifting both you and the child onto the cot. The movement had managed to wake the man again, and you mumbled out an apology to him, as you set the child onto the sheets.

“Cyar’ika?” Din had mumbled, sounding confused in his daze state, his eyes only opening at the feeling of the child’s hands pressing against his cheeks. The sight of the little one bringing a bright smile to his face. “And Grogu…”

The child had cooed happily in reply, nuzzling his nose against his fathers as he continued to babble happily. Din had hummed, moving his arm to wrap around the child and cradle him into the crook of his neck. His eyes soon closing briefly, before opening again to look up at you with the same pleading look he had shown earlier.

A quiet laugh had left you once more at the sight, and you shifted more onto the cot properly to join the two among the soft blankets. The Mandalorian had let out a pleased grunt at the feeling of your added weight and body molding against his own. The sleeping area was as cramped as it always was when the three of you shared it, but you still found yourself relaxing within its confines. Soon finding that your own eyes were beginning to flutter shut once more.

The feeling of fingers brushing along your cheek had kept them open though, and you found yourself staring into the loving gaze of your Mandalorian husband. The meaning behind his gaze wasn’t lost on you, and your heart fluttered at the sight of his brown eyes sweeping over your features. This man truly was everything you could ever hope for in a partner.

Careful to not wake the now sleeping child in his hold, he had leaned in close, pressing his forehead against your own and muttering the sweetest of praises to you as he did. The gesture causing a wave of warmth to flow through your form, as you watched him pull back again to settle against the pillow. A bright, yet tired, smile now etched across his lush lips. If you could do so without risking the child waking, you would kiss him, but instead you chose to slip your arm around them both. Allowing for the father and son to cuddle in closer into your own embrace.

There the three of you would remain together like that for the rest of the evening—cuddled in a heap of love and comforting warmth. The thoughts of earlier sorrows and the upcoming tomorrow far from your minds. Instead sweet dreams finding themselves littered in their places while you slept the night away together as a clan of three.

[themorphine]

The Picnic-Feysand Date <3

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It had been a long few weeks for the high lord and lady of the night court. Between their regularly scheduled meetings and taking care of Nyx, things had been hard. They had scarcely found any time for themselves in the midst of it, hardly any to just be together, enjoying each other’s presence. When Feyre wasn’t at a meeting, Rhys was in the Illyrian mountains handling the armies with Cassian. When Rhys was home, Feyre was at the art studio. Their schedules never seemed to line up.

They often spoke mentally, providing each other as much comfort as they could in that capacity, but they soon found that even psychic communication had its limits when it came to comforting one another. Feyre missed the way his arms felt around her, the way he would whisper soothing words into her ear when things became too much to handle. She understood that they had their responsibilities to their court. They were high lord and lady, after all. Still, she was restless. She wanted nothing more than to feel his embrace, nothing more than to drown in a pool of the transcendent love he offered her.

There was a dull ache in her heart that she knew only he could alleviate. She longed for him. She had not known desperation so deep since her days before coming to Prythian. That desperation, that hunger, had burned, but never like this. It had seared from the inside out, but never straight from the heart. Not like this did. This killed slowly, she thought, deliberately. She felt as though she had been traipsing around Velaris with half a soul, never quite able to get comfortable anywhere she went.

She would see him today. For the first time in weeks, everything lined up. Cassian and Azriel had agreed to take Nyx off their hands for the day for what Cassian called “much-needed uncle time”. They would pick him up as soon as she returned home for the day.

She was a bit surprised that Cassian had not said anything, no teasing. She didn't say anything though, she did not want to give him any ideas. He probably does not want to lose any time with Nyx, she thought, and chuckled silently.

“What’s so funny my High Lady? Rhysie has some good jokes for once?” Rhysand must have heard that from wherever he was, because he responded in Feyre’s and Cassian’s head, At least my jokes don't have every female in all of Prythian running for the hills Cassian. Feyre laughed harder, Cassian chuckling as well.

“Well have fun you two, and be sure to be home at a respectable time, and PLEASE use a sound barrier, I do not want to have to explain what noises are being heard all over this cauldron-damned city to this little one.” He said in his most “mother hen” voice, and tickled a giggling Nyx in his arms. Feyre glared at him while he laughed, and Rhys must have said something in his head, for he laughed even harder.

“BYE CASSIAN” Feyre shouted, making a beeline to the door. She could still hear Cassian's laughter,

Once she was outside, she took a deep breath of the fresh air. It was a nice day, perfect for a walk in the park or a trip to the market squares. Perhaps she and Rhys could take a walk when he returned. She would love nothing more than to walk through Velaris hand in hand with her mate. She missed simple intimacies like that, little touches.

You look simply delectable in that dress, Feyre darling.

He had spoken into her mind. Could he see her? Where was he? She looked around but could not find him. Suddenly, there was a pressure underneath her knees, lifting her into the air. She yelped, surprised that he had picked her up.After the initial surprise, she spoke;

“You should have given me some warning, you prick.”

He chuckled, “Now what would be the fun in that Feyre Darling?”

She tried her best to look unaffected by the nickname, and replied “The fun would be that I wouldn't have to scream and not fall on my face for all of Velaris to see.”

He put on a face of mock hurt. “You really think I would drop you darling? I would never!”

She glared. “Based on what you did last time, I won't trust you for another 1000 years, 900 if your lucky.”

He laughed harder, burrowing his face in my neck, to try and silence it. Once he calmed he breathed in my neck, savouring her smell.

“If I could bottle your smell I would drink it every day.” He sighed, hugging Feyre tightly, as if she could disappear any moment. And to be honest based on how long they had been apart, they both felt as if they would disappear, but thank the cauldron they wouldn't.

Finally, after all this time, they were together. She smiled as she nuzzled closer to his chest. Through the bond, she could feel the pure happiness coursing through Rhys. Her grin widened as she felt the wind blazing past them.

She wondered where he might be taking her. They hadn’t discussed their plans beyond spending the day together. Wherever they were headed, though, Feyre knew she would love it. She would love it because he would be there with her. For the first time in a long while, she was home. An unyielding warmth welled up in her heart in the place of the ravenous longing she had been experiencing before. She was with Rhys now, and all was well, at least for the day.

She looked down and watched the vibrant landscape of Velaris fly by beneath them. She could easily fly herself, but she didn’t want to. At least for now, she wanted to be held by him. Judging by the way his arms were wrapped around her more tightly than usual, it was clear that he was enjoying it too. There was something about him holding her like that. It always gave her butterflies, no matter how long they had been together. Even with the centuries stretching out before them, she could be sure that that would never change. Not this, and not the way they felt for each other. She would always look at him as though he had hung the very stars that shone above Ramiel on the Night Court’s insignia, and he would always look to her and see his darling mate, his salvation.

They continued their flight. When he landed and sat her on her feet, she mourned the close contact. She took in their surroundings. They stood on a hill overlooking the city. From the vantage point, she could see it all. She saw the rainbow and the Sidra, twinking as it reflected the sun’s light. What she took the most note of, though, was the blanket laid out on the grass, a small basket sitting at its center.

A picnic.

Rhys had planned a picnic.

She didn’t realize it was possible to love him more than she already did.

He watched her intently, taking in the shift in her expression. He grinned widely. He loved seeing her like this, happy and content. For once, she looked her age. She looked like the 20 year-old girl she was, and without eyes that looked haunted or scared. Their duties could wait. Right now, as they stood on this hill, things were for once simple. The world was quiet, save for the slight breeze that occasionally brushed against their ears. They were happy. War and politics be damned.

“Happy, my love?”

She looked down to find that her hand was glowing. It seemed that her body was speaking for itself. Instead of answering, she took a few steps toward him, placing her shining palm on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. His violet eyes were alight with the spark of love. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It wasn’t like things had been recently. It wasn’t the quick kiss of someone trying to make time between meetings or the kind of kiss she would give him as she passed him on the way to feed Nyx. The kiss they now shared was sweet, unhurried, as though they had all the time in the world to stand there and relish in what they were feeling.

After what felt like a millenia, he slowly pulled away from her, once again meeting her eyes.

“I’ve missed that,” he said.

“I’ve missed you,” Feyre replied, tears brimming in her eyes. But she was smiling, a broad, indestructible smile that made Rhys look at her in wonder

They stared at each other for a moment longer before Rhys motioned to the blanket.

“Let’s get more comfortable.”

They made their way over to the blanket and they sat next to one another. She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder. With his other arm, he reached for the basket, producing several sandwiches and a container of what she assumed was some sort of stew. He sat the food in front of them before he tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on her hair.

She knew she was likely still glowing. She didn’t need to look down to know. Rhys picked up one of the sandwiches and held it to her lips. She took a bite, savoring the taste. She quickly realized where she had tasted it before. It was one of the sandwiches from her favorite restaurant. She beamed. Her clever, loving mate had gone there and procured it for her, just to make her happy. She recalled a time when such a thing would have been an ordeal, a time when her former lover had refused to so much as let her leave the house. She wished more than anything that she could go back in time and tell that girl that this was waiting on the horizon, that such a love awaited her beyond all the turmoil.

He put a hand on her hair, lightly stroking it as he held up the sandwich once again for her. She took another bite, turning slightly.

“I can feed myself, you know,” she laughed.

“What kind of male would I be if I didn’t care for my lovely hardworking mate?”

She reached over, grabbing a sandwich and holding it up for him. They spent the rest of the picnic like that, feeding each other bits of food and staring into one another’s eyes. When they had finished their meal, Rhys put what remained back in the basket and pulled her closer, pushing her head down onto his lap as he continued to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a while, him stroking her hair and occasionally leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had been going on for some time when he finally said, “I don’t know what I’ve done in this life to deserve this. To deserve you.”

She looked up at him. His eyes were tender.

“You do deserve this. You’ve done so much good in your life, Rhys. You deserve every bit of happiness.”

He smiled.

“You are my happiness,” he said, his voice shaky, pressing another kiss to her brow, “and I will spend the rest of this eternity showing you how much I treasure you, my love, my mate, my salvation.”

She looked into his eyes. She wanted to say something, but she was at a loss. No words in her vocabulary could accurately describe what she was feeling, the depth of her affection for the male in front of her. She hoped her face and the glow of her skin said enough. They seemed to, as a moment later he pulled her into a tight embrace.

“My Feyre,” he said, nuzzling her neck, “my light.”

“I love you,” she said. She had never meant anything more.

“I love you too,” he responded, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

He continued trailing light kisses down the column of her throat, smiling into her neck as he heard her breath hitch slightly. He readjusted, laying her down on the blanket. Her face was flushed as he stared down at her. He knelt down on top of her, pressing a long kiss onto her collarbone.

“Now prepare yourself, darling,” he said, “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

She was not prepared.

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[siclysweet]

In a Past Life Ch 1

Summary: Y/N has moved to Arcadia to have independence, when she meets a very familiar boy, and it seems a ghost from her past has followed her.

a/n: I finished the Tales of Arcadia series and fell in love with Douxie. I actually got inspired by the songs Gravity by Against the Current and Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings.

Warnings: Cursing in later chapters

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1044

12 century, Camelot

Here you were, in the woods, weaving together a daisy chain. These were Gunmar’s woods, but you weren’t afraid. Most of the trolls here had a tendency to ignore you since you had proven to them long ago that you would do them no harm. You were putting the finishing touches on your chain as a pair of hands covered your eyes. “Guess who~” Cooed a sing-song voice. “My, is it Gunmar? Or perhaps his son, Bular?” You giggled. The hands pulled away from your face and a dramatic Douxie entered your vision. A hand over his heart and an expression of shock as he scoffed. “I am wounded. I’m much more dashing than those two!” A smile crept onto his face as he also began to laugh. He sat beside you on the forest floor, watching you work. “Very lovely, who could this be for?” “Well, I thought it could be for you.” You reply, placing the finished daisy chain on his head. You think for a moment, and then wave your hand, casting a spell on the flowers to preserve them, it makes them glow ever so slightly. “There, now it’s finished.” You smile. A light blush makes its way onto Douxie’s cheeks. “I’ll treasure it always, thank you, Y/N.” He takes your hand in his and places a kiss on your knuckles. Your smile turns sad, and you squeeze his hand. “Douxie, promise me that we’ll see each other again after the battle.” You look into his eyes, your own wet with tears. Douxie gently cups your cheek and you lean into the touch. “I promise. We’ll meet here after and you can weave me more flower chains.” He wipes a tear from your cheek. “I’ll take one of these flowers with me for good luck.” He smiles.

But you aren’t able to uphold your end of the promise. You get separated from everyone, and by the time you notice the gum-gum, it’s too late. The war is won, and Douxie excitedly runs to the clearing the two of you agreed to meet at. But he would soon find that he would be the only one to enter the clearing for the next 900 years.

Present day, Arcadia

You set down the last box and looked around with a satisfied smile. It wasn’t much, but it was your first apartment, your own space. You had come to Arcadia for college, at least, that’s what your parents wanted. You weren’t too keen on the idea of going to college, you had just finished school, why should you go again? You picked up the box labeled “toiletries” and headed to the bathroom to unpack it. Everything was going well, you had put your shower stuffs into the shower, hung up the shower curtain and put down a rug. As you turned to put the rest of your things on the counter, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. In the mirror, there was you, and there was a woman behind you. You had seen her countless times before, she was your imaginary friend when you were small, but your therapist had made her go away. You hadn’t seen her in years, why was she here now? Why did she always look so sad? “No, no no no, you aren’t real. This isn’t happening!” You looked at the floor and put your hands around your face. “I just need to get some fresh air. When I come back, she won’t be here, she’s just a figment of my imagination. She’s not real.” You repeated this like a mantra as you made your way out of the apartment, stopping once you locked the door. You quickly made your way out of the building and into town. You had seen a cafe when you first arrived, it would be the perfect place to calm down and waste some time.

You took a seat at a table and held your head in your hands, thinking about what had happened. It had always weirded you out how much the ghost looked like you. When you were little, the ghost had always seemed to try to tell you something, but no sound ever escaped her lips. She would also make little flowers appear in her hands and put them in your hair, they had a green glow to them that would melt into your hands when you held them. As you were lost in thought, you heard someone clear their throat, it startled you. You looked up and felt your breath catch. You were staring up at a very handsome guy, he had an edgy look to him, with blue tips in his hair, dark clothes, and skull shaped jewelry. “Are you ready to order, miss?” He asked in a Welsh accent. “Oh, uhm, yes. I’ll just have some tea.” You smiled at him. “Alright. Just one tea. I’ll bring that right out to you.” He smiled and walked into the building. You weren’t sure why, but something about him felt so familiar, like you had met him somewhere before. You shook your head, almost to shake the thought away. You had probably just seen him when you had passed by here earlier. You rubbed your temple, your head beginning to hurt. “Here you are.” The waiter said, setting down 2 saucers. “Oh, I didn’t order the tiramisu.” You said, looking up at him. “It’s on me, you look like you’re being troubled by something, and I find that sweet things help people to feel better.” He smiled, making you blush. “Thank you. I-I’m sorry, have we met before? It’s just, you seem so familiar.” You suddenly felt silly. This guy was a complete stranger, and here you were, making yourself feel foolish. But, he only smiled and extended a hand for a shake. “I don’t think we have. I’m Hisridoux, though most people just call me Douxie.” He said. You took his hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m Y/N, I just moved here today.” “Y/N, that’s a lovely name. I’m happy to make your acquaintance. Perhaps after my shift I could show you around, give you a tour of our lovely little town.” “I’d like that, Douxie.” You smiled.

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↝ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ: y/n pinning them against a wall - prompt inspired by this twitter post

↝ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: kuroo x f!reader + sakusa x f!reader 

↝ ᴡᴄ: kuroo - 1000+ sakusa - 900+ 

↝ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, aggressive behaviour-ish. 

↝ ᴀ/ɴ: I’ll be doing this prompt for Osamu, Akaashi and Yaku too soon ~ I just like it a bit too much haha. also I edited this 3 times so if there are still errors, I am sorry pls ignore. lmao. 

Kuroo Tetsurou

A low rhythmic hum vibrated inside of your throat, to accompany the track playing from your phone. Those who were fortunate enough to catch the melody trailing along with you, would often find a smile on their face. Between the tranquility of the sound and the bliss warping into your aura – your presence accidentally had an impact on many. Those in your university only knew you as the kind singer who would offer sincere smiles, free of cost. It was a reputation you did not mind adhering to – maybe it was better that they did not see the darker shades that coloured your soul. So, generally, a smile would remain sewn into your visage – unwavering until you were within the safety of your home. Where you could release the other parts of you that were deemed “not school friendly.”

Though, today your calculated barrier between the two worlds would disintegrate, due to the careless words of your best friend, Kuroo Tetsurou.

Upon reaching the corner that would connect you to the hallway where your class room was situated, you plucked out an earbud and placed it back into its case. Since this was a course you shared with Kuroo, the two of you held an uncommunicated agreement to wait for the other before entering the room. The thought of your close friend twisted a knot inside of your chest with threads of adoration, excitement and hope. It was quite clear that your relationship was not merely platonic. The issue was that neither of you had initiated the first step to test the boundaries.

But you would try today. You would try after class.

“So, what’s going on between you and l/n?”

Hearing your last name, you paused before switching hallways. How many other l/n’s were at the university? It was certainly a conversation about you. 

So the question was, who was the one posing the question, and who was the one about to answer it?  

“We’re just friends.”

Okay. Easy. That was Kuroo. 

The nonchalance laced into his answer fueled the flame igniting in the pit of your stomach, yet you continued to conceal your presence from the pair. 

“So you don’t mind if I ask her out?”

“It’s not my place to say anything.” Even without a visual, you knew your best friend would have added a shrug to accompany the statement. Somehow, that irritated you more. 

Rolling your eyes, you stepped past the corner for your grand reveal. “Hi there, boys. You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed Tetsurou for a second, would you?” 

Your sudden emergence had startled Kuroo, but what had his chest constricting was your use of his first name and the hallow laugh that was spilling from your lips. 

“Uh, sure…”

It took you a second to realize who the other male was – he was an acquittance of yours, one you shared two classes with. One who was mostly forgettable not due to a lack of charm, but solely because he wasn’t Kuroo.

“Perfect. Thank you.” Curling your fingers around your best friend’s wrist, you dragged him down the hallway, not caring for the confused glances thrown into your direction by those around you. When you reached the area between the staircase and corridor, you gently pushed him against the wall before placing both of your palms on either side of him. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but you were quick to drown out his voice with your own.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Just friends? That’s bullshit.” The concoction of emotions weaving into your bloodstream had given you a headrush. But at the center of the varying feelings was fear. Because you wanted more than a friendship, and you were about to risk your entire relationship for that desire. You tried to suppress it, but over time it became overwhelming. And now – his words had awoken something inside of you. Something you could not contain.

The black-haired male blinked down at you, his irises moving from your arms walling him in, to the death glare your eyes were partaking in. “Isn’t that what we are, y/n? Friends?”

Out of the options available to him, Kuroo had selected the one for a coward. Or perhaps, he was testing you. Either way, your irritation with him had increased tenfold.

“Fuck you.” Lowering your hands on either side, you stepped away from him before turning back into the direction of your class.

“I wasn’t done yet.” A sigh left his mouth as he caught your wrist with his hand, tugging you towards him. Once your back aligned with his chest, he repositioned his arms to curl around your stomach. Heat spread throughout your entire body, and you were unsure whether it was from your anger or due to his close proximity. “We are friends, y/n. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be more. You’re right, it is bullshit. But I can’t exactly go around telling everyone in the school that I’m in love with you, now can I?” Feeling you become incredibly still in his arms, he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss against your head. “But if I had known you would get that pissed off so easily, I would have said something stupid earlier. Because pinning me against the wall – that was hot.”

“Shut up.” Breaking away from his hold, you spun around to face him. A half smirk was tugging at his lips, one that communicated how much he enjoyed the situation. “You are horrible. What would you have done if that guy asked me out and I said yes? Hm?”

“I’d probably cry and then say on to the next one!” To further instigate you, he dipped an eyelid into a wink.

“Really. Horrible.” With your passion deflating, exhaustion crept into your muscles, bringing a groan to sound. “Let’s just get to class.”

“Nuh huh. We can ditch one class. Plus, you still haven’t said it back.” Tilting his head, he proceeded a step forward to close the distance once more. He then tapped on your chin, allowing your gazes to connect. 

Inhaling a deep breath, a faint smile was presented towards him.

“I love you too, idi-.”

The remaining half of the insult did not leave your mouth, rather it was replaced with a muffled protest as Kuroo gently caught your lips with his. As you tried to break the exchange, he tangled his fingers in your hair, keeping you secure against him, before mumbling. 

“That’s boyfriend to you.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi 

The repetitive interaction between the laminated flooring and the leather training balls had resulted in a dull ache in your temples. As the manager of a professional volleyball team, you were well accustomed to the noise but today, your patience was running thin. Practice had officially ended two hours ago, and yet your boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi continued fine-tuning his serves. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you scanned the male for any indication of exhaustion – something you would have capitalized on, in order to reason with him. Except the outside hitter’s reserve of energy was far from being depleted. It often surprised you how resilient he was, he certainly did not have Bokuto or Hinata’s stamina, but that did not keep him from pursuing his goals. Whenever he would discover a new technique or target, he would work on it relentlessly. It was an admirable trait, one that made him one of the best players you had ever seen.

And let it be known, supporting him was always your intention. But at the moment, you were passing your own limits and remaining calm and composed was not an option. Between the throbbing on either side of your head and the acids chewing away at your stomach lining from hunger, you were seconds from raiding Bokuto’s secret snack stash.

“Omi, you’re done. Go take a shower.” After swapping your clipboard for a towel, you proceeded across the court, before offering it out to him.

The outside hitter stared at you in response, indicating that he heard your commands but was electing to ignore them. Returning his attention to the volleyball within his grasp, he began prepping for another serve. A sigh mixed with a growl rattled inside of your throat as you twisted the towel in frustration. When the ball landed on the opposite side of the court, an eerie grin stretched onto your mouth.

“Omi. You little shit.”

With each step you took forward, Sakusa intuitively took one step back until his back was met with the padding attached to the wall. You were quite aware of your height difference, although that did not matter. You planted your hands on either side of him, purposefully caging him in. Knitting his brows together, confusion swam in his dark irises.

“What are you doing?”

“What are you doing? I’m not asking you to finish up. I’m telling you. We finished practice two hours ago, and I am starving. If you do not go into there and take a shower this instant, I will not be responsible for what happens to you. You know what they say – you’re not yourself when you’re hungry.” After gesturing to the locker room with your head, you squinted at him, attempting to seem menacing. However, you were only met with amusement.

“Are you saying you will eat me?” The question had Sakusa battling a smile. Was he really supposed to find that scary?

“We both know someone like you would taste delicious, so I’m not saying that isn’t a possibility.” Maintaining a deadpan expression while spouting nonsense was not a task for the weak – but after having countless conversations with actual idiots, you had mastered it. You would not provide your boyfriend any satisfaction.

“Okay. I’ll go.” His admittance of defeat was joined with the raise of his eyebrow, communicating that he expected you to “release him” now. You were about to comply with the silent request when he dipped down and placed a fleeting kiss onto your mouth. The sudden display of affection had erupted a volcano of butteries inside your stomach.

“What the …”

Leaving you there baffled, the MSBY player slipped past your defenses, smiling to himself. 

Two could play at this game.

Later that night:

After gifting you an apology meal at your favourite fast-food joint, you both elected to walk home rather than taking a taxi. His fingers were intertwined with yours loosely, and since the streets were mostly abandoned, he had removed his mask, permitting his lungs unrestricted access to the fresh air. Now that your mood had elevated significantly after satisfying your human needs, you were ready to question your boyfriend on what occurred earlier inside of the arena.

“So, why’d you kiss me?” Kissing was generally an activity he preferred to engage in after showering. And therefore, you were puzzled by his recent actions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shifting his gaze to the row of streetlamps that framed the sidewalk, he lifted his shoulders into a shrug.

“You liked that I threatened you, didn’t you?” A gentle laugh danced past your lips as you shook your head. That seemed to be the only explanation you could think of in the moment.

“No. You looked cute trying to seem scary.” He joined his retort with a scoff, although it was evident, he was suppressing any physical indication of joy.

“I am scary!” Resisting your urge to pout, you squished his hand to reinforce your statement.

“Yeah, sure you are.” Refusing to bestow upon you his full attention, his eyes travelled to the sky above. While he would not vocalize it, he found most of your antics to be ridiculously adorable. It was what he loved about you. And there was no denying that you could certainly scare others when deprived of food – but not him.

“I will eat you. Don’t tempt me.” A small pout forced its way to your lips to display your mild annoyance. Though, the emotion was easily defeated when Sakusa in a quick swoop, stole another kiss. This time, however, he lingered, enjoying the taste of your lips. 

It turned out that maybe his rules around kissing required some amending. Because he wanted to kiss you, whether or not some of his pre-conditions were met. Guess that was a consequence of being in love.

Once he pulled away, he exhaled a chortle.

“Yeah? I’m looking forward to it.”

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