#me waving my hands frantically in the air: it's about LOVE and wanting to be LOVED this is what twst is ABOUT --

[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

[earthtooz]

you're the only one that can tame diluc's anger. reader is called 'lady' but other than that no pronouns are mentioned, fluff, diluc being a softie in this, 1.2k wc.

your husband is notorious for being the stoic, level-headed character that he is. unperturbed by all things so long as mondstadt was safe and at peace, and when the city had someone as diligent as diluc protecting it, there was virtually nothing that ever made him falter. as much as you love and adore his rationality and straightforwardness, there was nothing that you hated more than his unwillingness to compromise in an argument.

his bullheadedness caused you to storm out of the manor, trek through the expansive fields of the winery in order to reach mondstadt. there, you calmed yourself down with a quick bite from good hunter before heading to the library because a quick rant to lisa would generally soothe the anger you felt. 

however, your original plans of returning to the winery changed when a book that was recently returned caught your eye. noticing your fleeting glance, the electro-user recommends it, detailing its popularity and captivating storyline.

when lisa feels so passionate about something, how could you not be curious? she rarely gets a sentence out without a yawn nowadays so to hear her speak animatedly about a book is bound to get your attention.

without a second thought, you postpone your plans of returning home and find a comfortable couch to sit on before reading.

you must have spent longer than planned, and a favonius soldier barging through the library doors indicates as such, whose expression so panicked you would have thought there was a hillichurl invasion. he takes a quick scan of the room and relief floods his posture when his eyes land on you.

“lady y/n, you must come with me this instant,” the soldier demands after a quick salute.

“what is the issue?” you ask, undeniably curious.

“master diluc is searching for you and i fear that he is very angry. not even barbara can calm him, some of flora’s flowers have been singed, and he might burn down monstadt next, please come with me before it’s too late!”

you know that the soldier is merely exaggerating because as long as you were in mondstadt, diluc would never dare harm the city. moreover, he would never dare lay a finger on the city he loves, but his anger is nothing to take lightly, and you understand the knight’s fear.

although, you really don’t want to meet your husband.

“fine, i suppose i can classify this matter as urgent,” you sigh. “lisa, could you please let me borrow this book? i’ll return it in two weeks.”

“not a problem dear. better run along now before your husband supposedly burns down the city,” the librarian waves her hand, beckoning you to go, so you do.

the knight leads you to the whereabouts of angel’s share and before you could even turn the corner, you hear a mix of kaeya and diluc’s voices.

“i don’t know where y/n is, which is why i have my knights running around to find-” exclaims the calvary captain, beginning to sound perplexed at his brother’s uncharacteristic display of irrationality and franticness. 

observing the scene, you see your husband right in kaeya’s face and suddenly you understand why the knight who brought you here was so frightened. the air had risen significantly in temperature and if you were a moment too late, he actually might have drawn out his claymore.

his red eyes glance behind the navy-haired to see you and in the blink of an eye, the red-haired pushes past the knights before storming down the street, right towards you. 

“where have you been?” diluc asks, stopping only two feet before you. the deep frown on his face is evident of his displeasure, but the concern swimming in his eyes tell you that you don’t need to be scared.

“i was reading in the library,” you gesture to the book you were holding. “enjoying a peaceful afternoon until i got word that you were creating a ruckus.”

the winery owner visibly relaxes, tension flooding from his shoulders whilst a gloved hand runs through his hair, causing his bangs to fall messily in front of his eyes. “let’s talk about this at home,” he states, tone returning to normal as he takes your book from your hand, his vacant hand finding yours. diluc’s grip is tight and unrelenting, leaving no room for you to slip away as he turns to apologise to the knights of favonius.

then, the two of you leave through the main gates. 

“are you still upset?” your husband asks and you squeeze his hand.

“a little,” you murmur before a small laugh escapes your lips, “but i wish you would have seen how terrified that knight was when he found me. it entertained me quite a bit, guess a thank you is in order for that.”

diluc doesn’t say anything but the guilt dripping from him is practically tangible, pooling around your feet and reminding you of the unpleasant argument you had earlier. as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the sky turns a calming shade of orange, you realise just how long you spent away from him. no wonder why he was so frantic about finding you. 

“the next time you storm out of the winery, can you at least let me know where you are going?”

you laugh at his proposition, unsure of how to respond but he stops. you’re forced to stop too when his unwavering grip makes you turn and look in the ruby eyes that set ablaze in the gold of the setting sun. diluc’s beauty is truly undeniable, and it’s moment like these that make you feel a little jealous that he was graced with such a gift. 

“i’m serious, y/n, you worried me to end when you didn’t return after three hours. i thought something might have happened to you.” his gaze falls downward with his soft confession. “your safety is the most important thing to me, even when things between us are rocky, because- well, you know…”

your heart tightens and the step you take closer to him is instinctual, letting go of his hand to hold his face instead. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“no, you have nothing to apologise for, it was my fault for being so unbearable in the first place,” the red-haired shakes his head, his hands finding a home on your waist. “i’m sorry too.”

“i forgive you,” you hover a kiss over his nose, causing it to scrunch at the sensation. when you lean back, the softness in his eyes and smile is unmatched and you’re grateful that you’re the only one with the luxury of seeing him as such. the only person he’s let into his kingdom of concrete walls is you, gifting you a more vulnerable side of him that the rest of the world has not seen in years. 

“i love you,” you murmur and diluc hums, tapping your waist three times in response. “oh but diluc, you must tell me how worried you were over me, i think i deserve to know.” 

the red-haired rolls his eyes before dragging you down the hilly path back home. you are perhaps the only one in mondstadt who could perplex him to no end, but that is just another testament of the love he holds for you. 

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[ponderingmoonlight]

You're in ur Sanemi/Kny brainrot era n I'm loving it. But may I entice you with JJK?? Gojo getting unsealed just to find out his wife was blinded by the higher ups who held a grudge against him

The world has been dark for a while now, a never-ending night with no dawn. You lost track of time a long time ago, of days blending into weeks, maybe even months. Ever since the love of your life was taken away from you, nothing was the same as before.

Chaos broke out, a wave of sadness, devastation but also anger crushing down on you. As his beloved wife, many cherished you. But people like the elders…

It was a well-found opportunity for them. Now that Satoru was gone without return, they were free to let their anger out on someone.

And that someone was you.

Since they took your sight in exchange for ‘the horrible things your husband has done to humanity’, the world has been a blur of sounds, scents, and the haunting memories of the last time you saw him.

Satoru.

You sit in silence, your fingers tracing the familiar patterns of the fabric draped over your lap. It's one of his, Gojo's favorite haoris he only wore to special occasions or when he tried to seduce you into bed. You hold onto it like a lifeline, the last tangible piece of him you have left. You don’t know what’s worse: the darkness that swallowed your sight or the hollow emptiness that came with his absence. The higher-ups... they told you he was gone for good, that he was never coming back.

But you never believed them. You couldn't.

The door creaks open, and you stiffen. You've grown accustomed to the way people move around you, the way they think you won’t notice their presence. But this... this is different. You feel it - a surge of cursed energy, powerful and unmistakable. It’s overwhelming, drowning out everything else in its presence. Who is this? A sorcerer you didn’t meet before?

“(y/n).”

His voice is the first thing that breaks through the fog and pondering, that familiar lilt that used to make your heart race. You don’t dare to breathe, afraid that this is just another cruel trick your mind is playing on you. But then you hear it again, closer this time, filled with a mix of relief and something darker, something simmering just beneath the surface.

“(y/n).”

Your name. Unmistakably out of his mouth.

“Satoru?”

Your voice trembles, barely a whisper. The air feels heavier, charged with his cursed energy as it presses against your skin.

You feel his hand before anything else, warm and solid as it cups your cheek. He’s here. He’s real. But the second your fingers touch his, you notice the way they twitch, the subtle tremor running through them.

“What did they do to you?”

His voice cracks, and it shatters something inside you. Of course, Satoru doesn’t know what the elders did to you. He didn’t learn about the fact that they blinded you on his behalf.

You try to smile, but it falters.

“They... they wanted to punish you, Satoru. They knew taking you from me wasn't enough. Just in chase you decide to come back…”

Silence stretches between you, heavy and suffocating. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you can feel his hesitation, the way his breath hitches as if he’s trying to hold back the storm raging inside him.

“They took my sight,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They wanted me to suffer in the dark... to make sure I never see the light again, that I will never be able to see you again, even if you manage to return.”

A sharp intake of breath is his only response at first. Then, he pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly you can feel the frantic beat of his heart against your own. The world outside is chaos, but here in his embrace, it’s just the two of you. And for a moment, you let yourself believe that everything will be okay, that his return will make everything right.

But the darkness is still there, an endless void behind your eyes, a constant reminder of what you’ve lost. And you know, deep down, you'll never be the same again. Your whole marriage will never be the same again.

What if something like this happens again? What if your husband eventually doesn’t manage to escape? Those past months, you never lost hope, always waited right here on the couch for his return. But those cruel moments of waiting, of losing that spark of hope in your heart taught you more than urgently that even Satoru Gojo can’t escape everything.

“I’ll make them pay for this,” Satoru murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, promising retribution.

“I swear on everything, (y/n). I’ll make them regret the day they ever thought they could hurt you.”

You nod, pressing your face into his chest, breathing in his scent as if trying to commit it to your memory.

“I know you will. But, Satoru... I’m just glad you’re back.”

He pulls back slightly, his hand still cradling your face as if you’re something fragile, something precious.

“I’m never leaving you again. Not now, not ever.”

You want to believe him, want to trust that things will somehow return to the way they were. But even as he holds you close, you can’t help but feel the weight of everything you’ve lost.

And as you lean into his arms, the darkness remains, an inescapable part of you now. But with Satoru here, maybe, just maybe, you can find a way to live in it. Together.

[serpentandlily]

Untouchable VIII - Azriel x Reader

Untouchable - Azriel x Rhysand'sSister!Reader

Summary: For as long as you can remember, you have always had feelings for Azriel, your court’s spymaster. But after centuries of watching him pine after your own cousin, hoping he’d eventually move on, your wish came true. He moved on—with Elain, your brother’s mate’s sister. Unable to watch him fall in love with someone else again, you flee from Velaris, from him. But things are a lot more complicated than that—more complicated than you ever imagined.

Warnings: angst angst angst

a/n: Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to update this story. I got major writer's block for it :(( This chapter is short but I wanted to get something out to you guys. We're almost at the end though! One more part after this and then an epilogue <3 Thank you guys for all the kind words/support! I don't have a lot of free time so I'm shit at replying to your comments/asks but I promise I read them all and they make me so happy! Hope you enjoy!

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III ➻❥ Part IV ➻❥ Part V

➻❥ Part VI ➻❥ Part VII ➻❥ Part VIII ➻❥ Part IX ➻❥ Part X

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Part VIII

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You stumbled backwards, away from the evil sorcerer who was hovering above the lake. You frantically looked at Cedric. “Please, Cedric, what is this?”

He didn’t even look your way. You kept stumbling back until you knocked into the hard chest of one of the guards. He grabbed you by the upper arms, locking you in place despite your attempts to wiggle free.

“I brought you the girl,” Cedric said to Koschei. “Now it’s time to uphold your part of the deal.”

You twisted to look up at the guard. “Deal? What deal is he talking about?”

But the guard ignored you too. 

Koschei waved a dismissive hand at Cedric, his eyes still lingering on you as if you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen. "Yes, yes. You will have my support to overthrow your father."

"I need more than just your word," Cedric grumbled. "I'm not handing over the girl until you make a bargain with me." 

Koschei laughed under his breath. "You wish to make a bargain with me?" 

While the sorcerer's attention was elsewhere, you realized this might be your one and only chance to break free. 

You threw your cuffed arms up around the head of the guard holding you in place and bucked forward as hard as you could, effectively tossing him over you and onto the muddy ground. A move Azriel had taught you once. 

You ignored the shouts and yells as you darted off towards the wooded area that surrounded the lake. You couldn't winnow away, not while the faebane handcuffs were still on you. But maybe you could run and hide, buying yourself some time to think of an actual plan to escape. 

You darted into the trees, forcing yourself to run as fast as you could. The air was cold, making it hard to breathe but you pushed yourself forward. You could hear the pounding of feet running behind you. You chanced a glance over your shoulder to see the three guards chasing you but no Cedric or Koschei. 

One of the guards winnowed into the clearing in front of you, causing you to scream as you ran straight into him, knocking both of you on the ground. You rolled off him before he could grab you and winnow you away, pushing yourself to your feet. The guard snarled, getting off the ground faster than you considering his hands were free. 

"Don't you run," he growled at you. 

You took a step back. Another.

Rhysand! Help!

You screamed and screamed for your brother in your head, even though you knew he wouldn't be able to hear you from this distance. You were fucked. 

"My brother will come for you if you don't let me go," you hissed at the guards, keeping out of their reach. They were circling you like they were predators who had just found dinner. 

One of the guards scoffed. "With Koschei on our side, your brother won't be able to do anything to us."

"Koschei is offering his support to Cedric to kill the King," you shouted back. "Not to help Vallahan fight against the Night Court and its allies once my brother has realized what you've done!" 

That seemed to make the guards pause for a second, the three of them exchanging glances as if now just realizing how stupid the Prince's plan was. Mor knew you were going to visit Cedric. That's where they'd look for you first once they didn't hear from you. And you knew your brother would rain hellfire down on the Prince's territory to get you back. 

Suddenly a loud noise cracked in the air like two boulders smashing against each other, causing the ground to rumble. You fell, your legs collapsing, as three people winnowed into the clearing. You let out a cry of relief. Your brother stood in his fighting leathers, looking ready to murder with Cassian by his side. But it was Azriel who made you falter.

You had never seen him look as angry as he did now—it almost spiked fear in you despite knowing none of it was directed in your way. He looked feral, unhinged. 

The three guards around you were misted by your brother before you could even blink. Their blood rained down on you, still slightly warm. You gagged, rolling over and trying to push yourself to your feet.

“Y/N!”

You heard your brother shout but his warning came too late. 

You felt someone grab you by your hair, lifting you off the floor. You let out a cry of pain, your cuffed hands rising to grab the attacker by their wrist to get some of the pressure off your scalp. You were turned forward to face your brother and the two Illyrians just as the cold metal of a dagger was placed against your throat.

“Don’t move,” Cedric ordered and you realized it was him who had you in his grasp. 

“Get your hands off of her,” Azriel growled. It was dark and full of primal rage. You knew Cedric felt it by the way his body shuddered in response but he held his ground. 

“I don’t think so, shadowsinger,” Cedric hissed.

Azriel’s shadows poised around him like venomous snakes ready to attack. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves on fire. But still, the pain of seeing Azriel fought its way through despite the dire circumstances. The image of him and Elain together was enough to almost fold you into Cedric’s embrace. 

Perhaps death would be a mercy compared to the anguish building in your chest. 

You focused on your brother instead. His violet eyes were hardened with rage, his entire body tense. “Let my sister go, you bastard, and I’ll consider making your death swift and painless.”

Cedric chuckled, his hand in your hair tightening causing you to whimper at the sharp pain. Azriel took a step forward at the noise but came to a halt, his eyes drifting to the area above your head. 

You felt it then, that dark presence. The foreboding. You knew Koshcei was in the clearing now. Could feel his horrid magic in the air. This was a powerful death god sorcerer and despite your brother being the most powerful High Lord, he was no match with a God. None of them would be. 

“Kill them,” Cedric demanded as he too realized Koschei was here.

But the death god did no such thing. Instead, you felt his darkness wrap around you, encompassing you into its hold. You let out a cry of fear, calling out for your brother. 

“The girl belongs to me now,” Koschei said. “Leave and never return or I will do more than just keep her as a little pet.”

“Why do you want her?” Rhysand switched into his diplomatic role, realizing a fight would not be won here today. “Whatever you need her for, I’m certain I can do it all the same. Better, even.” 

He was…He was offering himself over to the sorcerer in place of you?

“No, Rhys,” you cried out. “Just go!”

But you were ignored. 

“Unfortunately,” Koschei drawled. “I do not have a taste for males otherwise I would take you up on your offer. But your sister will do just fine. There is nothing you can give me for her. I don’t think you even realized what a prize she was—what sort of power she holds.” 

“Anything,” Rhys begged. “Please, I will give you anything. You want my armies, you can have them. You want my court, take it! Just give her back. Please.”  

You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. Rhys would never give up his power, would never give away his court and his people. But here he was, offering up all he had for you. You had caused this. You had made the mistake of running away to Cedric. This was all your fault.

“Get him out of here!” you shouted to Cassian and Azriel. 

All you could think about was your brother’s lovesick bargain with Feyre, of his death leading to hers, of Nyx left with no parents. No…Rhys needed to get out of here before things got worse. You tried to convey your thoughts to the other two Illyrians with a single look. Cassian gave you a dip of the head in understanding, evidently having the same thoughts.

Azriel wouldn’t look at you, his rage filled eyes focused on the sorcerer that held you. 

“Anything,” Rhys pleaded again, surging forward. But Cassian gripped him by the shoulders, holding him back. “I’ll give you anything.”

Your eyes darted between the three of them. At Cassian’s look of despair and uncertainty, Rhy’s pleading face and Azriel….Azriel who was shrouded in his shadows, who circled him in a frenzy—his eyes darkened, his lips twisted in a snarl. He took another step forward. 

“Let her go,” he growled. You swore the birds in the clearing took off fluttering, as if they knew the sort of darkness that was coming. But Koschei let out a small noise of understanding before he chuckled—an awful noise. 

“What an interesting turn of events,” Koschei purred, his grip on you tightening. 

“Kill them,” Cedric hissed, slight panic in his eyes. If Koschei left him behind, you knew your brother would tear him to pieces. 

Koschei chuckled again, as if realizing the same thing. In the end, he would get what he wanted without having to follow through on his half of the bargain, not if Cedric was dead. 

“Say goodbye to your brother,” Koschei laughed in your ear. “And your lover and friend. You’ll never see them again.” 

“I’m sorry, Rhys,” you cried. “I’m so, so sorry.” 

Rhys fell to his knees, Cassian still holding him back with his lips pressed in a thin line. You felt Koschei’s shadows wrapping you up, spreading up your legs. Time was running out. Azriel stepped closer with another growl.

“I will kill you for this,” he promised, his eyes shifting from Cedric to the sorcerer. “Let her go!”

Your voice caught in your throat. All the words you wished to say to him with it. You loved him, still, even after knowing these past few months had all been a lie. Your heart was broken, stomped on, discarded by the only one you had ever given it to—but you loved him. You always would. 

He finally looked at you, his hazel eyes so full of rage but you saw it then, the fear. 

“Take me,” Azriel shouted. “Take me instead!”

Koschei laughed again. “Oh, but it is much more fun this way, shadowsinger.” 

His shadows spread over your torso, up your neck, nearly choking you. Tears ran down your face; you were gasping for air. You took one more look at Azriel. One more look at the male you loved with all your heart. One last look because you knew you’d never see him again.

Azriel met your gaze—fear and anguish written all over his face. And just as the shadows began to darken your vision, something snapped into place. Something gold and bright. A thread that extended from your chest and speared right into the shadowsinger. A mating bond. 

Azriel’s grip his chest, his eyes wide, as he stumbled back a step. You watched him realize it at the same time as you. Something burned on your hip and you realized you were feeling Azriel’s bargain tattoo dissipating. He screamed your name as Koschei laughed one more time, swallowing you in his shadows.

Azriel’s pained roar shook the trees of the forest around them and echoed all the way to the small cabin on the lake, where you were thrown to the hard flooring, still shackled and trembling. 

Koschei stood over you, his face a painted picture of glee and lust. He tsked, circling around your weeping form. Your thoughts were filled with Azriel. With your mate. You could feel his horror, his rage, his anguish, all through the bond. 

“Did you know,” Koschei purred, “that Cedric and his family are quite exceptional at illusions? The magic runs in their family.”

You were crying, panting—barely able to hear his words. 

“No, I suppose you didn’t,” Koschei laughed. “Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear. You fell for Cedric’s tricks and now you’re here. You’ll never see your mate again.”

Those images of you walking in on your mate with that little fawn were never real, my dear.

You hunched over, falling limp against the floor as sobs racked your body. You had lost everything, everything, tricked by that stupid Prince. You couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, couldn’t feel anything except the crushing weight of your despair.

 And all you could hear were those final words. 

Over and over and over again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

You’ll never see your mate again.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ Against the wall ˚ʚ♡ɞ

Warning: Twitter prn link-Smut

Paring: | Changbin x Reader |

Imagine : You feel completely helpless in Changbin's hold, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck as he pins you against the wall. He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours as he growls into the kiss.

His free hand slides down to grope roughly between your legs, pushing two fingers inside you as he thrusts his hips harder against you. You gasp into the kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations.

The rough wall presses against your back, leaving bruises on your skin as he fucks you harder. Changbin doesn't seem to care about being gentle; he's rough and forceful, grunting with each thrust as he takes what he wants from you.

You can hear the smacking sound of their skin hitting together as he moves faster and faster, your moans filling the room. The taste of his mouth is intoxicating, and you can't help but cling to him more tightly as pleasure washes over you.

You arch your back, pressing your body further into his, desperate for more contact as he bites down on your lower lip hard enough to sting. It only heightens the intensity of the moment for you as he continues to thrust into you relentlessly. “Oh my god...” you moan out, unable to form coherent thoughts as you lose yourself in the sensation.

Suddenly, Changbin pulls away from the wall and spins you around so that you're now pinned against it with him standing between your legs. He grinds his hips against your ass cheeks, his erection still inside you as he growls low in his throat.

His other hand finds its way to your breast, massaging and pinching the nipple while he thrusts shallowly. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he whispers, "You're so fucking tight," into your ear. "Fuck, I love how much you take me." His hips start moving again, this time in a slower rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through you.

Your head is spinning from the combination of his rough handling yet tender words. You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping onto him tighter as he continues to move within you. The friction between our skin feels unbearably good as he moves faster again, slamming into you with a roughness that makes you cry out in delight mixed with pain.

His hips snap against yours in perfect sync with each powerful stroke; it feels like a dance of dominance and desire.

"Changbin baby," you whimper, arching your back again. "Please..."He stops moving suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a force that makes you gasp. "Say it," he pants. His hand moves to squeeze one of your buttcheeks roughly, leaving a red handprint on the white fabric of your panties. "Say you're mine."

"Yours," you pant out, feeling completely possessed by him.

His hips begin to move again, faster and harder than before as he chases his own orgasm. The noises you make are filled with need and lust as his movements grow more frantic against you. You can feel him getting closer, ready to release inside you.

The heady scent of his desire filling the air as he growls low in pleasure. Finally, he comes with a loud cry, hips bucking violently as he spurts deep within you.

Changbin's weight presses down on you heavily as he pants into your neck, his warm seed filling you up completely. It's intense and overwhelming, every muscle in his body trembling from exertion. He finally pulls out of you slowly, leaving your body feeling empty but wanting more as he kisses your neck softly.

"Fuck," he breathes against your skin, still pinning you against the wall. “You're so fucking additive.”

Gradually, he lowers you down to the floor, covering you with his body as they both catch their breaths. “I love how you belong to me.”

[luvstaymin]

diving records ᡣ𐭩 bang chan

⊹ series: recreation pursuits

⊹ genre: fluff, soft angst, slight suggestive

⊹ pairings: female reader x bang chan

⊹ word count: 7.4k

⊹ synopsis: Love sparks between the university's swim team captain and a journalism student assigned with covering the swim team's events. Their bond strengthens as they grow closer, but an incident drives them apart.

+

The electronic buzzer pierces through the air as you push the heavy door open of the swim recreation building. Instantly, the sharp scent of chlorine and the echoes of splashing water bouncing off the walls envelopes you.

Swimmers darting back and forth in the lanes, their synchronized movements to the rhythmic beats. You, a journalism student, stand out-of-place, with a camera hanging over your neck, a notebook in your hand, and a heavy book bag on your back. Stepping cautiously, your eyes widen with overwhelming nervousness. Edging closer to the swimmers on the bench, the air is thick with the scent of chlorine and the echoes of water rippling against the pool's edge. With every stroke, the swimmers carve through the water, leaving behind trails of bubbles. You fumble with your camera, adjusting the lens to capture the fluid motions of the swimmers.

As you carefully navigate the crowded poolside, you bump into a particularly intimidating member of the swim team. He shoots you a glare that sends a shiver down your spine. You quickly apologize, attempting to retreat, but he blocks your path.

"What do you think you're doing?" he sneers, eyeing your camera with disdain. "Don’t tell me you are here trying to sneak in the locker rooms with that filthy camera of yours.”

Your heart races as you stammer out an explanation, trying to justify that you were here as part of a class assignment, but he scoffs at your excuses.

"I saw you taking pictures, huh?" he jeers, reaching out to grab your camera. "Let's see what you've got. Probably just trying to invade our privacy, aren't you?"

Panic surges through you as the tall slender man wrestles the camera from your grasp, which he successfully retrieved.

Frantically, you attempt to reason with him, pleading for him to return your camera, “Please give it back. That camera— is very expensive.”

But he continues to taunt you, waving it in front of your face and hovering it over the water. A crowd of the swim members begin to surround the both of you with whispers being exchanged.

Just as despair threatens to overwhelm you, someone intervenes, “KIM SEUNGMIN.”

Their authoritative voice cuts through the building and everyone whips their heads to the direction of the voice.

“What do you think you are doing Seungmin? Stop fooling around and go back practicing. You know your ranks have been dropping recently,” the male scolds him.

“Chan- listen- she is one of those people! Do you want photos of us being leaked again? You know what happened last tim—”

“She is our journalist for the team. We received a notice recently from their journalism class. Give back her camera and you— fifty laps before you leave today.”

“No fucking way am I doing fif—”

The man named Chan stares him down.

Reluctantly, the boy named Seungmin, hands back your camera and mutters under his breath in search of finding an opening lane to start his laps. Everyone else around you both disperse in fear of having to swim additional laps. You retrieve back your camera, relief flooding through you as you clutch it close to your chest.

“I am so sorry about that, please forgive me. Y/N right? The journalist for our swim team?” Chan spoke.

“Oh yes, and you are Chan?”

“My name is Chris, but you can call me Chan,” he gives you a smile and puts his hand in front of you.

‘Does he want my camera?’

You hesitantly give him your camera, leading him to let out a chuckle. You watch him move your camera to his left hand, and he grabs your right hand, shaking it.

“It seems like you forgot what a handshake is,” he laughs.

You become flustered, and your eyes drop down to his form. Staring at his toned abs and defined muscles.

“Oh..” you stare at the water droplets dripping down his skin.

“Am I distracting you too much?” he grins and wraps his body with a towel.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just,” you trail off, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“It’s alright, Y/N,” he lets out a honey-like laugh, “Let me give you a proper tour around since I believe you will be joining us during our training and competitions. Don’t want to get you lost, y’know?”

With that, Chan leads you around the pool area, pointing out various training equipment and introducing you to some of the other swimmers. As you walk alongside him, you can’t help but feel grateful for his kindness unlike the one boy, Seungmin, who is still going at it with his fifty laps.

“Since we still have a couple of hours left of training, if you would like to take a seat on the benches and observe, you are more welcome to do so,” Chan smiles, “or feel free to judge myself as well. I am always open to hearing feedback for improvement. Let me know if you would be comfortable with that. I know our previous journalist wasn’t, so I want to make sure to give you that option.”

“We shall see about that,” you laugh, “thank you, Chan, for the tour. I will most likely stick around and get started with my assignment so don’t worry too much about me.”

Finding a place to settle in, you move upwards to the top of the bleachers to provide yourself some back support for the remaining hours they have left for training. Situating down, you take out your notebook, jotting down some notes about what you have learnt so far from the tour with Chan. If you were honest, you had no clue about the swimming sports and ended up in the sports department for swimming as you were sick on the day the class decided to choose their topic assignment.

As training wrapped up, the pool area emptied out until it was only you and Chan remaining. You were too busy looking at your laptop you pulled aside, researching all the fundamentals of the sport. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you jumped at the touch.

“So, what did you think of our training session?” Chan asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled, “It was impressive! I honestly didn’t realize that swimming is something people would be serious about, but it definitely changed my mind.”

“It’s a lot of hard work, but moments like these make it all worth it,” Chan’s smile widened at your words with his gaze sweeping over the empty pool.

“Would you like to see what I have? I didn’t take any pictures yet since I was trying to grasp more about the sport. As you can tell, I am not quite a swimmer or even a sports fan. Don’t even question how I got here,” you let out a groan.

“I am sure you won’t regret it, Y/N,” he takes a seat next to you, not noticing the close distance between you and him.

As you continued to chat, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you, touching on everything from the intricacies of swimming techniques that they use to getting to know each other such as your favorite colors and hobbies.

Before you knew it, the evening had slipped away and you glanced at the clock realizing how late it had gotten.

Offering Chan an apologetic smile, “I should probably head out before I keep rambling all night,” you laugh, gathering your belongings, “I do not want to keep you hostage here.”

Chan nodded understandingly, wishing that you did not have to depart. There was something about you that he loved. The way your eyes crease into crescents of a moon when you get excited talking about things you love and how your facial expression becomes serious and intrigued when you listen to him talking about his swim stories or randomness of his friends.

“I don’t mind at all. It was great spending time with you, Y/N. You will be here tomorrow right? Again, you are more to stay however long you would like while we are training,” he said genuinely.

You returned with a warm smile, “Sure, I don’t have anything much planned for the next couple of weeks, so I will be here.”

Both of you walked down the bleachers and with a final wave, you made your way towards the exit.

+

With a spring in your step, you made your way to the swimming facility, feeling excited to see what the day had in store. As you swung open the doors, you couldn't help but grin at the thought of reuniting with Chan and the rest of the team. Making your way towards your newfound seat, you place your belongings down and unpack your camera from your bag.

Heading back down from the top of the bleachers, you began capturing photos of the swimmers in actions and jotting down observations in your notebook.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t notice a presence behind you, and they tapped on your shoulder.

Jumping in surprise, you spun on your feet and there was Chan standing in front of you with a warm smile on his face.

“Glad to see you so soon,” Chan greeted.

You looked up and returned a smile, “you act like you haven’t seen me for months,” you laughed, “practice going well?”

Chan shrugs, “Same old, same old. We have been working on some new techniques since there’s a big competition coming up next month. So yeah, things are heating up. What have you been up to?”

“Well, first off, I am wishing you and your team the best luck! Second, I have been taking photos and jotting notes here and there. I didn’t think these assignments would be harder than expected, but I will be around if you need me to capture anything specific.”

“I am glad you are settling in well, Y/N. Again, if you need me, let me know anytime,” he replies warmly.

“Until-” he glances at the clock on the wall, “three more hours, we should be finished up. You are welcome to stay as long as you want and leave anytime. I know I say this multiple times, but I want for you to be comfortable,” he adds with a playful wink.

“We shall see,” you smile, “Now shoo shoo, I feel like I’m distracting you from your practice routine.”

“I don’t mind at all,” he laughs, turning around and shaking his head before rejoining his teammates.

As the day progressed, you found yourself stealing glances at Chan whenever you thought he wasn’t looking. There was something about the way he moved through the water with effortless grace, the way he treats his teammates with care, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiles. That left you feeling oddly captivated by a man you met in less than a couple of days.

Before you knew it, the hours passed, and the pool was once empty again with you and Chan.

“Hey Chan, would it be alright if I snap some of your solo shots? I feel like the lighting is just perfect now with the lesser number of people,” you observed through your camera.

Chan turns to you with a warm expression, “Of course, Y/N. I don’t mind at all. Which lane would you prefer me to be in?”

“I think lane number 8 would be perfect from where the lighting is at” you positioned yourself preparing to capture.

Chan nods his head and gracefully dives into water. Focusing on capturing every detail, every ripple of water, and every flex of his muscles; you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by his powerful and fluid movements.

The sunlight peeking through the windows dances upon the surface of the pool, casting a golden glow that illuminates Chan’s form.

As you snapped photo after photo, you found yourself completely engrossed in the beauty of the man unfolding before you. You realized that this wasn’t just about completing an assignment anymore. Instead, it was about capturing a moment of raw beauty of his passion.

As Chan reaches the end of the lane and emerges from the water, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. He looks towards you with a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Swimming back to where you were, he pulls himself up and briefly dries himself with his towel.

“Did you get some good shots?” Chan asked with his voice tinged with curiosity.

You nodded with a grin spreading across your face, “Want to take a look?”

“Sure,” his voice softens as he steps closer behind you, leaning his upper chest over your shoulder.

You fumble with your camera, trying to distract yourself from the sudden proximity. As you were showing him the photos, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“These are amazing,” he murmurs with his gaze lingering on the image a moment longer than necessary.

You swallow hard, desperately trying to regain your composure.

“Th-thanks,” you stammered, hoping he didn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you mention that the photos would turn out much better if you were able to get closer to the water.

Chan's eyebrows raised in surprise, "Why don't you just get closer then?" he asked genuinely with curiosity lacing his tone.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you confessed, "Well, ironically enough. I don't know how to swim. I have that fear of being a bit afraid of deep water. I know- as much as it sounds crazy as I was assigned to this area.”

Chan's expression softened, and his eyes reflected understanding, "Well, it's never too late to learn," he reassures, "I could teach you, if you'd like. It's not as scary as it seems if you start from the basics.”

“Oh- as much as I would like that, I don't really think it’s a good idea for you to take your practicing time out to teach me,” you rub the back of your neck.

“Y/N, I am more than happy to teach you how to swim. Take it to advantage that the best swim captain will be teaching you,” he reassures you.

“If that is okay with you of course? Then I would like that,” you finally agreed with a small smile tugging up your lips.

Chan’s warm smile widens as he gently ruffles your hair, “We can start tomorrow since we don't have a long practice if you are up for it.”

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds perfect,” you reply, trying to conceal the nervous flutter in your stomach.

As the evening sun cast golden hues across the waters, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness of learning how to swim, especially with Chan, as thinking of being in close proximity with him makes you go insane.

+

As you made your way back to the swimming facility, anticipation bubbled within you. Today was different - today, Chan had offered to teach you how to swim.

With a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in your stomach, you entered the pool area with your duffle bag and spotted Chan waiting for you with a patient smile on his face.

"Hey, Y/N! Ready to get started?" he called out, waving to you over, “Oh wait, you need to get changed. Unless you want to practice in your jeans and t-shirt~” he teases.

You reply back with a sheepish smile, “Sorry for keeping you waiting. My class went over time, and god- the professor would not let us go.” You huffed out, “Changing room is that way, right?” You pointed at the direction you last recalled.

“Mhm, I’ll walk you over there,” he smiled and led the way.

As you entered the changing room, with Chan waiting outside, you quickly slipped out of your clothes and slipped into your one-piece swimsuit. Feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach intensifying, you emerged from the changing room. Chan’s eyes fell on you, and for a moment, you caught a flicker of something in his expression. His gaze lingered on your figure, and you couldn’t help but notice a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

“Alright, all set?” Chan asked, his voice sounding a bit more flustered than before.

You nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and self-consciousness at Chan’s lingering gaze as you walked beside him. You tried to push aside any doubts and focus on the lesson at hand.

“Yeah, ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, trying to sound confident despite the butterflies in your stomach.

As you stood at the edge of the pool, Chan wasted no time in getting started. With a confident smile, he quickly shed off his top, revealing his toned physique, before effortlessly diving into the water.

You couldn't help but admire the way he moved, his movements fluid and powerful as he treaded water effortlessly. The sunlight danced upon the surface of the pool, casting a shimmering reflection on the water as Chan beckoned you to join him. Turning back towards you, Chan extended a hand, his expression warm and encouraging.

With a deep breath, you took a seat on the ledge and held on Chan's outstretched hand, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through you as you prepared to take the plunge. With his guidance, you pushed yourself gingerly into the water, feeling its cool embrace envelop you as you waded in. Chan was by your side in an instant, his hand steady on your waist and reassuring you as he guided you away from the ledge and to the middle of the pool.

"Relax, Y/N. You're doing great," Chan said, his voice gentle yet encouraging.

You took a hesitant look underneath you, the water stretching out beneath you, its depths unknown and daunting. A wave of panic threatened to overwhelm you, but Chan's reassuring presence grounded you, reminding you that you were not alone in this.

"Please don’t let go of me," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur, your eyes tightly shut.

"Hey, look at me. I've got you, Y/N. I won't let anything happen to you," Chan replied, his tone filled with reassurance.

With his words echoing in your ears, you opened your eyes and felt the water lapping at your legs. Each movement was slow and deliberate, but with Chan's steady guidance, you soon found yourself floating in the middle of the pool, the water supporting you like a gentle embrace.

"Are you feeling comfortable, Y/N?" Chan asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he glanced over at you, his hand still steadying your waist.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, I think so. It's just... different, you know?"

Chan nods reassuringly, "I understand. Learning to swim can be a bit intimidating at first, but trust me, you're doing great. Just take it one step at a time, and soon enough, you'll feel right at home in the water."

With his encouragement spurring you on, you took a deep breath and tried to relax, allowing yourself to float in the water. Chan was patient and attentive, offering gentle guidance as he began to teach you the basics of swimming.

"Alright, let's start with something simple," Chan said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I want you to focus on your breathing. Take a deep breath in through your nose, and then exhale slowly through your mouth. Try to keep your breathing steady and relaxed."

Following Chan's instructions, you took a deep breath, the cool sensation of the water against your skin grounding you as you focused on your breathing. With each inhale and exhale, you felt yourself beginning to relax, the tension melting away as you settled into a rhythm.

"Good, now let's work on floating," Chan continued, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want you to lean back slightly and let your body relax. You can lean onto my chest first if you don’t feel comfortable to go all in yet. Trust the water to support you as you float on your back."

With Chan's guidance, you leaned back onto his chest first feeling his gentle buoyancy lifting you up. You tried not to think too much of it, but with Chan's reassuring presence by your side, you soon found yourself floating into the weightlessness on the surface of the water.

"See? You're doing great," Chan said, his voice filled with pride as he watched you float effortlessly on your back. "Just keep practicing, and soon enough, you'll be swimming like a pro."

"Alright, Y/N, I'm going to let go of you now," Chan said as he prepared to release his hold on your waist. "Just remember to keep breathing and stay relaxed. You've got this."

With a nod, you braced yourself from Chan's departure, trying to summon all the courage you could muster. As his hand gradually slipped away, you felt a surge of panic rising within you, the sensation of being adrift in the water suddenly overwhelming. For a moment, you tried to steady yourself, focusing on Chan's instructions and the rhythm of your breathing. But as the seconds ticked by, the panic threatened to consume you, and before you knew it, you were thrashing in the water, your movements frantic and desperate.

"Chan, help!" you cried out, your voice echoing across the pool as you struggled to keep your head above water.

In an instant, Chan was by your side, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you close. "I've got you, Y/N. Just relax and breathe. You're safe with me."

With Chan's reassuring presence grounding you, you took a deep breath, the cool water lapping at your skin as you tried to steady yourself. Slowly but surely, the panic began to recede, replaced by a sense of calm and security in Chan's embrace.

"Take it easy, Y/N. There's no rush," Chan said, his voice soothing as he held you close. "We'll take things at your pace. Let’s try one more time, yeah?"

You nodded and took a deep breath in bracing yourself for another attempt at floating on your own. As Chan gently releases his hold on you, you feel a surge of anxiety welling up inside you. But this time, instead of letting it overwhelm you, you focused on Chan's reassuring words. With each passing moment, you felt yourself growing more comfortable, more at ease in the water. You floated effortlessly on the surface of the water. You glanced over at Chan, a wide smile spreading across his face, you knew that you had done it - you had conquered your fear and found peace in the water.

"See, Y/N? I knew you could do it," Chan said, his voice filled with pride as he watched you float serenely in the water, "You're a natural."

“Now how do I un-float?” You tried to lift up your head trying to keep your composure.

“First, don't panic. The pool is deep, so it may be a little harder since there are no shallow areas for you to do it on your own unless you know how to tread in the water, which you don’t, but the easiest way from your position is just moving your body from Point A to Point B,” Chan treads over next to you, “Second, move your hands in a backward circular motion and kick your feet up and down with pointed toes. Don’t kick too hard or it makes you feel rushed and you may lose your floating posture.”

“O-oh okay,” you followed his directions and slowly moved your hands in backward circular motion and kicked your feet, “Am I making progress?” you whispered.

“Slowly but surely. Again, don’t rush yourself. Take your time,” Chan says, swimming next to your side.

A couple of strokes later, you found your way to the end of the pool.

“Watch your head,” Chan places his hand between the concrete and your head, “Now, you can turn your body around and hold onto the ledge.”

Following his instructions, you flipped your body over and held onto the ledge with both of your hands pushing yourself up off the water.

“This is tiring. I don’t get how you do it,” you laugh and seated yourself, wiping the water off your face.

“You’ll get used to it the more you practice,” Chan lets out a cheeky grin and seats himself next to you.

You both sit in silence with yourself kicking the water until a loud rumbling noise releases from the man next to you.

“Sorry,” a blush crepts upon Chan’s cheeks.

“Want to grab dinner with me? A payment for teaching me today?”

“You don't have to. But if you insist~”

+

“Order anything you would like, it’s on me,” you both stand looking at the menu displayed at the top.

“Hmm, I don’t know what to get. Burger? Pizza? Steak also sounds good..”

“Never knew you were this indecisive~”

“I am not! Then what are you getting?”

“A pineapple burger,” you grinned widely.

“A WHAT?”

“Chan!” You hushed his voice.

“Sorry- but who eats a burger with pineapple? I don’t even get why people like pineapple on pizza either but with a burger? You must be kidding me,” he scoffs looking over the menu with many options.

“Well, have you tried it?”

No response came out of him but silence.

“I thought so! No judging unless you try Channie~”

“Cute…” he mumbles.

“Hm?” you blinked back at him confused.

“Oh, nothing. Fine, I'll get a regular burger.”

“Drink?”

“Pineapple juice.”

“You can drink pineapple juice, but not have a pineapple in a burger,” you shake your head in disapproval.

“They are two different things!”

“Yeah yeah, go find a seat, I’ll go order,” you shooed him away, stepping up in line to order.

Chan chuckles to himself shaking his head at the little debate the two of you were having. Finding an open booth seating, he slides himself onto one side and watches you from a distance ordering.

+

“Can I get two pineapple burger combos? One drink is pineapple juice and the other is apple juice. Thank you,” you swiped your card in and retrieved the number tag from the cashier.

Spinning around shoving the receipt in your bag, you spot Chan waving his hand over.

“Thanks for today again, Chan,” you seat yourself across from him.

“It's not a big deal. It’s like an exchange for your time being with the team.”

“Maybe one day, I’ll end up competing with professional Chan here,” you stick out your tongue.

“Impossible but possible,” he laughs, revealing his dimples.

“Your dimples are cute-” you said unconsciously, “I mean you should smile more often. I really lik- Oh wow the food is here, that’s fast!”

A blush crepts coupons Chan’s cheeks, and the server comes up with two trays setting one of each in front of you both.

“Thank you for the food, Y/N,” Chan smiles, lifting up his burger.

“You are welcome! Dig in, it looks so good!” You lift up your burger and bite into it, melting to taste the sweetness of the pineapple and the savory of the patty.

Chan does the same, lifting up his burger and taking a wide bite. His teeth sink into the burger, but he is immediately shocked by the distasteful burst of pineapple. He freezes, his eyes widening in horror.

"What the—" he mumbles through a mouthful, resisting to spit it out into a napkin and swallows it.

You burst into laughter, unable to contain your amusement at his reaction, "Gotcha!"

Chan glares at you, still trying to get the taste out of his mouth. "That was so not funny," he grumbles, reaching for his pineapple drink to wash away the lingering sweetness of the pineapple.

“Pretend the pineapple is like your juice. Drinking and eating the burger at the same time,” you laugh taking a second bite.

Chan rolls his eyes but can't help the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Fine, you got me this time. But just wait, I'll get you back."

As you continue to eat, Chan can’t help but feel a bit wary, glancing suspiciously at his burger. He picks it apart, inspecting the pineapple, and takes another bite and chews at it slowly, “Oh, it’s actually not that bad.”

“See, I told you!” You grinned back at him triumphant.

Chan gradually relaxes, even starting to enjoy the unique combination of flavors. The conversation shifts to lighter topics, filled with jokes and shared stories. As the evening progresses, you notice Chan stealing glances at you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

+

The evening air cools, with Chan taking the initiative in walking you home, you feel a shiver run down your spine. Chan notices offering his jacket, “Here.”

You accept it, slipping into the warmth of his jacket, his scent enveloping you.

“Thanks,” you say softly, looking up at him.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and there’s a gentle warmth in his gaze that makes your heart flutter.

“You know,” he begins, his voice a bit more tender, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. I feel really comfortable spending time with you. I haven't felt like myself in a while, and it feels really really nice.”

Your breath catches slightly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, “Me too, Chan. I feel the same way.”

He smiles, a hint of shyness in his expression, “I’m glad to hear that. I know we only knew each other for less than a couple of weeks, and we got to hangout and tell your stories and mine.”

You nod, feeling your cheeks warm, “Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it? I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my classes. It feels really nice to know that there is someone willing to be comfortable around me and on top of that similar interests too.”

You both walked together laughing and making fun of each other on the silliest of things. From scaring each other as if a bug fell on them or telling sarcastic jokes, the two of you fit right in such as pieces of puzzles connecting.

Arriving in front of your apartment complex, Chan shoves his hands in his pockets, tilts his head and smiles, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod, “Tomorrow. Oh, your jacket-” you begin to take it off.

“You can keep it and return it whenever. It looks better on you,” he winks with a playful smile.

You blush, wrapping the jacket tighter around yourself, “Thanks, Chan. For everything tonight again. I had a great time.”

“Me too,” he replies, his eyes softening.

There’s a moment of silence, but it’s comfortable, filled with unspoken words and shared feelings. You both linger, neither wanting the night to end just yet.

“Well, I should go inside,” you say reluctantly.

Chan nods, taking a small step closer. “Yeah, I should get going too. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Chan,” you reply softly, turning around to enter your complex.

As you close the door behind, you slip off his jacket, hugging it to yourself for a moment before hanging it up. The scent of him still clings to it, a comforting reminder of the night. You head to bed, your mind buzzing with thoughts of Chan and the growing connection between you.

+

Weeks had passed since that evening, and every day seemed to draw you and Chan closer. Your routine had shifted from staying back from his swim practice to spending nearly every night together out with him. The days blended into a warm, comforting blur of shared meals, late-night talks, and walks.

One practice day, you were sitting on the bleachers, flipping through your notes. The sound of splashing water and echoing laughter filled the air as the team wrapped up their training session. Chan emerge from the pool, water dripping from his hair as making his way over to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, his smile warm and genuine, “Got a minute?”

“Of course,” you replied, closing your notebook and giving him your full attention.

He sat down beside you, his breath still slightly labored from the workout. “I wanted to thank you for all the coverage you’ve been giving the team. Our coach and the members appreciate a lot of the articles you made. It really helped us gain some recognition on campus.”

You felt a rush of pride at his words, “You guys work so hard, and I just want to showcase that to the rest of the school that swimming is just as good as any other sport.”

As you continued to talk, Chan suddenly looked at his watch and sighed, “The major competitions are coming closer, and Coach wants us to do some extra training,” he pouts and gets up from the bleacher, “No swim lessons for you today. I most likely can’t give you them until after the competitions are all over. Hopefully your skills aren’t rusty~”

You nodded understandingly, “Your competition is more important Chan. You’ve got this! Don’t mind me at all. I’m sure I can beat you in a race,” you stick your tongue out teasingly.

With a final wave, he jogged off to join his teammates, diving back into the pool.

+

As the days passed and the swim team became increasingly busy with smaller competitions, Chan's schedule grew more hectic. Despite his absence from the facility, you found yourself lingering around, drawn to the pool.

After finishing up your notes and edits, you decided to take a break and wander around the building. As you made your way to the pool area, you found yourself drawn to the edge of the pool, staring down into the crystal-clear water below. An urge to take a dip washed over you, despite the fact that you weren't much of a swimmer. You remembered the lessons Chan had given you a while ago, and the thought of waiting until after the competitions seems far too long for you. What if you forgot his tips and tricks? What if you lost the progress you had made? You didn't want to waste any more of Chan’s time.

With a determined sigh, you made your way to the locker rooms, changing into your swimsuit. As you stepped out onto the pool deck, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness creeping in.

Pushing aside your doubts, you took a deep breath and lowered yourself into the water. At first, everything seemed fine, but as you pushed yourself away from the edge, you felt a sense of panic rising within you. Your strokes felt clumsy and uncoordinated, and you struggled to keep your head above water.

Frantically, you tried to remember Chan's advice, but it seemed to slip through your mind. With each passing moment, the panic grew stronger, threatening to overwhelm you.

As you struggled in the water, you suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out, “Y/N!”

Without hesitation, he dove into the water and swam over to you, his movements swift and powerful.

As he reached you, he grabbed hold of your waist and guided you back out of the pool, “What were you thinking?" he scolded, his voice tinged with anger, "You could have drowned!"

You struggled to catch your breath, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment wash over you, "I-I'm sorry, Chan. I just wanted to try swimming on my own and practice-”

Chan's expression softened slightly, but the memory of you almost drowning ignites his anger back, "You could have seriously hurt yourself. You need to respect the water and know your limits."

You hung your head low, feeling ashamed of your recklessness, “I know, I know. I won't do it again."

Chan sighed heavily, "You could have put yourself in danger. What if I wasn't there to save you? Who would?”

You felt a pang of guilt at his words, and with a lump in your throat, “I'm sorry, Chan. I didn't mean to worry you."

With a heavy sigh, Chan turned and walked away, with his frustration still evident, "Fucking hell," he muttered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

You watched him go, feeling a sense of regret wash over you. You knew that you had made a mistake and that he wouldn't forgive you anytime soon.

+

After the incident, the tension between you and Chan hasn't gone away. The guilt weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you found yourself withdrawing from him, convinced that you were nothing but a burden.

You noticed a distinct change in Chan's behavior towards you. What had once been warm smiles and friendly greetings now turned into cold glances. As days turned into weeks, and the once-close bond you shared with Chan began to fray. You stopped staying for swim practice, using the excuse of being busy with other assignments to avoid facing him. And even when you did see him around the facility, the awkwardness between you was too visible.

You found yourself replaying the events of that day over and over in your mind. Had you disappointed him so much that he couldn't even bear to be around you anymore? The thought filled you with a sense of regret weighing you down like a heavy anchor.

+

As time passed, you found yourself attending the swim practices less and less, avoiding the pool and the lingering tension with Chan. Instead, you threw yourself into your assignments and made excuses with your professor of why your reports are not as the best as it was previously.

Meanwhile, Chan's performance began to suffer. His times slowed, his movements became less fluid, and it was evident that something was weighing heavily on his mind. His attitude towards his teammates began to sour. He grew increasingly irritable and short-tempered, snapping at anyone who dared to question his methods or offer advice. It was clear that the guilt from lashing out in anger at you was eating him.

One day, news spread like wildfire throughout the swim team. Chan had dropped out of the upcoming major competition, citing personal reasons.

As you sat in the library unaware of the news, you were buried with a pile of textbooks and notes resting your head onto the table. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you looked up to see Hyunjin, another member of the swim team, standing beside you with a concerned expression on his face.

"Hey, you okay?" Hyunjin asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, forcing a weak smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. I’m- Just buried under schoolwork."

Hyunjin frowned, sensing that you were covering it up, “I know about you and Chan. He talks a lot about you. I know things haven't been great between you two lately."

Your heart sank at the mention of Chan's name, the weight of your guilt crushing you. "I know," you murmured, unable to meet Hyunjin's gaze.

He reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder. "You know it’s not your fault. Chan has been struggling a lot lately," he continued, his voice filled with empathy, “he misses having you around."

You felt a surge of emotion at Hyunjin's words, a mixture of guilt and longing swirling inside you, “I miss him too. I just felt that I was a burden to him after that incident. An inconvenience,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin nodded understandingly, "Maybe it's time you talked to him," he suggested, his eyes urging you to take action, "I think he could really use your support right now.”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head, “the last couple of times I saw him, it looks like he doesn't want me there anymore.”

“What do you know, Y/N? It’s completely the opposite. He cares for you. I have never seen him so happy ever since you joined us for practice and his performance was high too. His eyes were always heart-shaped when he was talking about you. I really mean it, Y/N.”

“He what?” Your eyes widened, “you’re telling lies. He doesn’t feel that way.”

“I’m being serious, Y/N.”

With a heavy heart, you nodded, feeling relieved welling up inside you, "Maybe you're right. Maybe you are wrong. But I can’t deal with this silence away from him. It’s hurting me too,"

As Hyunjin offered you a supportive smile, you knew that you couldn't continue to ignore the rift between you and Chan. It was time to confront the situation head-on and try to mend what had been broken. And with Hyunjin's encouragement, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to repair your relationship with Chan.

+

Pushing open the door, you stepped inside, spotting Chan sitting alone on the edge of the pool, with his shoulders slumped, and his gaze fixed on the rippling water below.

You made your way towards him, your heart pounding in your chest. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you approached him slowly,

“Chan," you whispered softly.

He looked up with a surprise flicker in his eyes as he registered your presence. "What are you doing here?" he stands up and brings his feet to you with a guarded voice.

You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. "I-I came to talk to you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know things haven't been great between us lately, and I wanted to apologize."

Chan stared at you in silence, his expression unreadable. You took a deep breath and launched into a rambling apology, the words tumbling out in a rush.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you and for not being there for you when you needed me," you said, your voice quivering with emotion. "I just...I didn't know how to face you after what happened at the pool, and I let my own insecurities get in the way. I didn't want to burden you any longer or become an inconvenience to you.”

You paused, tears streaming down your cheeks as you waited for Chan's response. To your surprise, he reached out and gently wiped away your tears, his touch warm and comforting.

"You don't have to apologize," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I've been struggling too, and I realized that I haven't been fair to you either."

You looked up at him, surprise flickering in your eyes. "What do you mean?"

Chan took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "I've been so caught up in my own guilt and frustration that I didn't see how much I was hurting you too," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I miss you, and I'm sorry for pushing you away."

"I miss you too," you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you reached out to take his hand in yours.

Chan squeezed your hand gently, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "We can't change the past," he said softly, "but we can work on building a better future together."

You nodded, feeling a sense of hope welling up inside you. "I would like that," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The tension between you slowly melted away, Chan wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer. He leaned in with his gaze intense and full of longing. Without a word, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

Feeling the heat of his breath against your skin, you closed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest as his lips met yours in a soft kiss. It was as if all the pent-up emotions and desires that had been simmering between you erupted in that moment, igniting a fire that burned hotter than ever before.

Chan's kiss became deep and fervent, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You melted into his embrace, your hands tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

As you finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy with longing, you met Chan's gaze, the intensity of his stare sending a shiver down your spine.

With a soft smile, Chan brushed his thumb across your cheek, his touch tender and affectionate. "I'm sorry for everything," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, “I really like you, and it hurts to see you distance yourself. I really didn't want to lose you.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion as you leaned in to press another gentle kiss to his lips, a silent promise of the future that lay ahead. And as you both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, united by the unbreakable diving record of love.

+

a/n: the first recreational pursuits series have been released!! so sorry for the long wait, but it is finally here! thank you guys for the support, until the next!

[pinkestofpanthers]

some logan thoughts

a/n: i absolutely love desperate housewives, so this was loosely based on susan & mike, my favorite couple!

you wanted him. he had only moved into the apartment building two days ago and you barely interacted with him, but you would be a liar if you said he hadn't made you feel some type of way. you didn't get the chance to introduce yourself; you could only dumbly smile and wave at him in the lobby as you retrieved your mail. however, you thanked whatever entity above that your nosy neighbor, ethel, was able to introduce herself with a basket of baked goods and housewarming flowers.

from what she relayed to you, he only moved a couple hours from where he previously resided in canada. he was a plumber who had been out of work for a while, but of course still carried his toolbox everywhere he went, leaving it in the bed of his truck just in case. ethel noticed how there was no ring on his finger, and that his apartment, though still stuffed with boxes, was only set up for one person to live there. you didn't miss the nudge she gave you as she told you this.

you knew he only lived four doors down from ethel, who lived just across the hall from you. it would seem random to show up, it's not like he moved in directly next to you. how could you have possibly approached him? you continued to think your options through, until you turned to the newspaper that had just been delivered this morning. he was a plumber after all, right?

frantically, you began stuffing pages upon pages down your garbage disposal. how exactly could you explain this happening? blame it on the pet cat you never had? the niece your brother never introduced you to, let alone didn't even have? you were sure an excuse would come to your head once the stranger found his way into your apartment.

that was, until, he was actually in your apartment.

"hello?" he called out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you smiled back at him and he asked again,

"so, how did you get this morning's news shoved down your disposal?"

you stammered, eyes darting around for some excuse you could pull out of thin air. after thinking it over for a solid five seconds, you decided to blurt out about the little "accident" your niece had when she visited earlier. you didn't want to embarrass her, so you waited to get help until after she left.

based on his reaction, you couldn't tell if he was completely sold on your lie or not. you hoped he took it for what it was and could spend an extra thirty minutes on the floor of your kitchen.

during that sacred time he spent on your floor, you had made some sort of small talk with the handsome man. finding out where he was from, why he moved, and that he was single (something he revealed after you asked if he moved here by himself). this had kept on until the time he asked for a hand off the floor, as he finished the little project you set up for him hours before. you thanked him and asked how much you owed, heading to grab your purse.

"it's no big deal, don't think you have to pay me," he responded to your ask, but you insisted. i mean, the man just cleaned out a whole book's worth of papers for you.

"there has to be something i can give you! i'll treat you takeout?" you were starting to feel bad. it wasn't fair that the man who made his living off doing jobs like this, who had been out of work for a while, had just finished fixing your garbage disposal, and was telling you to not pay him.

"how about that fancy little italian place up the block? tomorrow night. my treat, though," he said after thinking your offer over and you just scoffed.

"well, that defeats the purpose of me paying you back, don't you think?" you questioned, which got a chuckle out of him. he assured you it would be his pleasure to take you out, and that just going out with him would be enough payment. you thought it over and went back and forth with him until you ultimately agreed.

as you showed him out of your apartment, him with his tool kit in hand, he decided to say one more thing, something that would haunt you for the rest of the night until you saw him tomorrow evening,

"and next time," he smirked as he turned back to you, "just be a little more like nosy neighbor ethel and come introduce yourself. i'm sure your garbage disposal will be happy you did."

[givemequeen]

raising Scorpius: Draco Malfoy x reader domestic fluff

request: can i request some domestic Draco fluff about Draco and MC raising Scorpius, either after Astoria's death or with MC replacing Astoria as Scorpius's mom?? thank youUuu a/n: loved this request, hope this is what you wanted!! word count: 721

Arguably, the most coveted space in the Malfoy Manor was the sun parlor. In summer, it bathed occupants in the warmth of the sun's rays, while in winter, Draco's charms ensured one could relish the beauty of snow without enduring the biting cold. It had some of the most conformable sofas, which made you feel like you were lunging on clouds.

Any time of the day, it was the best room. In the morning, you could nestle into the plush sofa with a cup of morning tea, savouring the tranquil spectacle of the sunrise. In the afternoon, the room offered a front-row seat to observe the majestic peacocks leisurely wandering the grounds. And as evening descended, after a satisfying dinner, it provided the perfect setting to lose yourself in a good book while the sun dipped below the horizon in the distance.

Its panoramic views stretched out before you, showcasing the sprawling grounds in all their splendor. Adjacent to the sun parlour lay the small Quidditch pitch that Draco had set up a couple of years back, providing the perfect spot to watch your husband—often shirtless—as he soared through the air on his broom.

Setting your book aside, you turned to gaze at the pitch, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips as you hoped to catch a glimpse of your half-naked, sweaty husband in action.

But as your eyes scanned the scene, they widened in alarm. Instead of Draco, you saw your three-year-old son precariously perched on a broom, giggling in delight as he wobbled through the air. Fear gripped your heart, you pushed the glass door open and sprinted towards your son.

You looked around, trying to find Draco but he was nowhere to be seen.

"SCORPIUS, COME BACK HERE!" you screeched, your voice trembling with fear, but your frantic calls were carried away by the wind.

The wind whipped through your hair as you reached the edge of the pitch, your heart pounding in your chest. You waved your arms frantically, trying to catch your son's attention.

Scorpius, oblivious to your frantic calls, continued to giggle as he attempted to steer the broom, his tiny hands barely able to grasp the handle. Panic surged through you as he veered dangerously close to the ground, his laughter echoing in the air. Your hands flew to your mouth, convinced you were about to see your son crash against the floor.

Suddenly, Draco appeared, laughing heartily as he swooped in on his broom, scooping Scorpius up safely in his arms at the last minute. You could hear his roaring laughter, but you didn't find it amusing.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" you scolded, your voice tinged with anger and relief.

Your husband turned towards you, your use of his full name wiping the grin right off of his face. You could see as he muttered "fuck" under his breath, knowing he was caught.

Placing your hands on your hips, you waited for him to approach. As Draco neared you, his demeanor shifted, his expression a mixture of sheepishness and remorse at being caught. Beside him, Scorpius bounced with excitement, oblivious to the tension between his parents.

"This is not a game! You scared me half to death! Scorpius could have been hurt!" you yelled.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said, his voice soft. "We were just having a bit of fun. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

You scoffed, not willing to accept his apology, and turned to look over his shoulder.

He took a step closer, setting Scorpius on the ground beside him. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness as he reached out to gently touch your arm.

Draco's warm touch on your arm sent a soothing wave through you. You turned to face him and couldn't help the smile that spread through your face. Draco saw this as a way in and pulled you against his bare chest.

"Ugh, Draco! You're all sweaty." you complained half-heartedly, but made no attempt to back away.

"Mmhm." he murmured softly as he kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Scorpius, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes, piped up with a mischievous grin. "Yes it will," he declared innocently, earning a chuckle from both you and Draco.

How could you stay mad at either of your boys? It was impossible.

[hinasakuino]

Jean can fuck! I’m sorry this is for my extremely depraved girlies! And self indulgent because Jean brainrot occurs nonstop! NSFW below the cut.

Warnings: nsfw 18+, some dirty talk,mentions of nipple play, finger fucking, pussy eating, doggy, missionary.

I imagine he’s an attentive lover, he makes sure he’s kissed every inch of exposed skin before fully undressing you. He loves staring at you, even if you squirm under his gaze, jutting your hips in the air, clenching on nothing as you try to get him to touch you wordlessly. It strokes his ego big time when he’s got you speechless and whimpering for him. Which is why he always gives you what you want. He hates teasing you because he enjoys watching the way you give into pleasure. He’s very big into foreplay, loves kissing big time(!!!) Early into the relationship he’d feel just a little embarrassed everytime you guys made out, always shoving you away quickly to hide his raging hard on. You liked this, teasing him about it until he has you pinned and gasping, his hand wrapped around your throat as he kisses you, grinding into you so frantically you’re not sure which one of you might come first. He loves playing with your tits especially when you’re on top facing him. He loves getting you worked up like this, you’re so responsive to his touch, cradling his head and holding him closer as you grind down in his lap. Ohhhhh!! Mans also eats for his pleasure. He loves playing with your pussy with you in his lap but he goes crazy pleasing you the most with his mouth. You get so wet when he laps at your clit, his warm tongue curling around your bud sends tidal waves of pleasure through you, you’re quick to put your hands in his hair, pulling and tugging when he’s got you close. It works you up even more when you see him rutting into the mattress because he really gets off to you getting off.

Oh! And he talks you through it! So filthy with it too!

When he plays with your pussy with you spread in his lap, he likes to leave open mouth kisses down your neck, sucking softly at your sweet spots, chuckling when you press more on his fingers. “Look at you dirty girl,” He’d say smirking when you shake your head no but your pussy throbs, squeezing onto him.

“Cmon I can feel you getting ready to cum for me,” He ruts against you, cock painfully hard as you moan loudly, grasping his bicep, your hips wiggling wildly.

“I can’t baby,”You warn, taking a deep breath, he spreads your legs wider, fingers pumping in and out and with his other hand rubbing your clit in quick precise circles.

“One more big one baby, come on do this for daddy,” he bites into your shoulder. It's harsh but that quickly is replaced by his tongue, hot and warm as he licks where he just bit. And it rips an orgasm through you. Sendings your eyes rolling with his name coming out in quick pants as you make a mess on him.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, I wanna see how dirty I can get you,” He huffs, breath hot as he continues finger fucking you through your orgasm.

He absolutely loves when you come on his dick. He likes having you doggy, back arched, arms restricted and pussy on full display. He doesn’t like to tie you up but he does like using his strength on you, placing your arms behind your back as he fucks you, or have you fuck back onto him. He loves it when you’re so cock drunk you let him use you, rolling your hips back and forth onto himself, groaning at the way your walls mold to his length.

When he cums, it’s a lot. I want to believe he’s a moaner, but I also imagine him as the type of guy who relishes in the feeling of his orgasm so he’s always mumbling incoherently, sweet words pouring from his mouth saying how good you make him feel. If you’re fucking in missionary, he cums quicker because he absolutely can’t tear his eyes away from your needy ones. He watches where you’re both joined, your pussy sucking him back in your fingers rub quick needy circles on your clit and it pushes him over the edge, grunting out a small “oh fuck, I’m cumming”, before spilling inside you.. At the start of the relationship he always made sure to pull out and would jerk off into his hand until one day you positioned yourself in front of him, doe-eyed and wanting. Mouth open and inviting and he cums almost instantly all over your face (it’s so much and he immediately feels bad), the image is burned into his brain and he stores it away in the spank bank whenever you two are apart.

He’s big on aftercare, will clean you up, and ask if you need anything before cuddling the absolute shit out of you. He’s not clingy but he loves the skin to skin contact, and the way you fit perfectly into him. He’s not a talker afterwards but neither are you, so you both either fall asleep after five minutes or he watches with you as you scroll through videos on your phone.

[inuyashaluver]

hiii, would you be able to do one where it’s leah’s first game back but then reader tears her acl in the same game? don’t worry if you can’t, love your worksss 🤩🤩

swap - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which your girlfriend finally comes back on the pitch right as you exit

warnings: angst - mentions of injury and numerous tears, it’s a long one

a/n: hiiii! thanks for the love and support, also thank you for the request, enjoy!!!!

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everyone in the woso community knew that you and your girlfriend, leah were each other’s biggest fans. you and leah grew up together in milton keynes, your families were family friends and the both of you were always around each other's houses. as the time progressed, you grew romantic feelings for one another and followed each other everywhere.

you knew each other like the back of your hands, willing to do anything and everything for each other without even a question.

—

you were the first one there when leah went down with her acl, you had just been subbed on for arsenal, leah had the ball, about to pass the ball to you when she suddenly does down, hand waving in the air. you sprint over to her, placing a hand on her back. “baby” you say tearfully, she lets out a pained groan in response.

tears were frantically running down your cheeks, you gently roll her to rest her head on your thighs as you hold her to you tightly. you call for the medics, a few of your national teammates hanging around the both of you to see if their captain and teammate was okay. you cradle her head to your stomach, “baby, it’s okay” she grabs your hand around her head, squeezing it gently in attempts to reassure you but her glossy eyes just made you cry harder.

you couldn’t stand to see her hurt, it felt as though you got hurt more. the medics were assessing her and wordlessly, the both of you knew it was her acl. they brought out the stretcher and you clutch her hand tightly, she looks up at you with a pained smile, “help me up, my love?” you nod at her, tears never ceasing. you wrap her arm around your shoulder, supporting most of her weight.

you were about to ask if both of you could get subbed off but leah stops you, already knowing what you were thinking. “baby” she starts, taking her arm of your shoulder and making you stand in front of her, she grabs your face between her hands and forces your eyes to look into hers. “you are staying on” her stern face on full display now. “baby, no, i need to be with you” you plead, but she just shakes her head gently at you.

she closes her eyes and lets in a sharp inhale. “(y/n)” you pout at her, she never calls you that unless you were in trouble. “you’re playing and you’re going to play like my little superstar that you are.” her eyes stare straight into yours, you shake your head at her but she uses her hands to make your head move in a nodding motion. “please, baby” you whimper, a singular tear rolls down her cheek at your tear stained face.

“baby, i’ll sit right here and watch you, okay? i’m not going anywhere, score me a goal, hm?” she winks at you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before turning you around, pushing you towards the pitch. she turns away from you, ready to be subbed off, limping towards the bench when she feels two arms wrap around her from the back, arms she knew like her own.

you give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before reluctantly letting go. “i love you” you rush out, high on adrenaline and wanting to make your girlfriend proud. “i love you” she turns towards you with a soft smile, nodding at you to tell you she was alright. you knew the both of you would be having tearful cuddles later on.

she gets subbed off and it’s almost as though a switch goes off in you, your facial expressions were anything from your usual soft ones, you were pissed. you play better than you ever have, scoring not one but two goals. after each one, you’d point at leah, your girlfriend smiling at you brightly every time. as soon as the final whistle blew, you rushed around and told everyone “good game” before running towards your girlfriend.

as soon as she sees you nearing her, she grins, pulling you close to her chest and hugging you tightly, giggling when you hold her tightly as if she was going to disappear. “my girl, my superstar” she coos, you tears fall again, your strong facade completely falling when you see your girlfriend’s wrapped and iced knee.

you let out a small sob and hold onto her tightly, everyone looks at the both of you worriedly but she waves them all off. she wanted nothing more than to lift you up and take you out of here but just couldn’t. she holds you tighter, “leah, i’m so sorry” you can’t stop crying, “baby, no” she says softly in your ear, “it’s okay” she comfortingly runs her hands in circles on your jersey.

you shake your head at her, “no, it’s not okay” you look up at her, tears falling. she moves to kiss your tears away, making you slightly smile. “let's go home and cry there, please” she smiles, nudging her head towards the change rooms. you help her dress in her jacket, giving her loving kisses and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. you help her to the car, putting on her seatbelt for her and giving her numerous kisses on her lips for comfort, grinning into them when she tries to deepen it.

you drive home this time, her scowl going unmissed as you drive. “now why did you go this way?” she groans,

“leah” you say sternly, she throws you a glare at her first name, looking out of the window angrily, you place your hand on her thigh, and she immediately holds onto the top of it, you can’t help but let out a smile at her fake anger.

you took leah to surgery, holding her hand tightly and staying strong for her, trying incredibly hard not to cry when you see her in the hospital gown. you try to ease her worries. “hey” you whisper at her, she looks over at you expectantly, “you look really hot, even in this” she smirks at you, gesturing you to come closer with her finger to place a kiss on your lips. “you’re cheeky, my girl”

you took her to physio, held her when she cried, made her laugh, you were there for her and she loved you more than life. she made sure to come to every game to support you and her team, insisting on wearing your jersey every match, claiming it would give you good luck.

she was so grateful for you taking care of her, and she made sure to tell you everyday, claiming that she would do it for you. if only you knew how hard you jinxed yourself.

—

leah had finally recovered, you were so proud when she started running again, you cried and recorded her when she ran on the treadmill for the first time, looking at her with so much love and adoration, she could’ve cried.

it was the day the both of you had been waiting for, your girl was coming back on the pitch. she was so nervously excited, she would randomly squeeze you throughout the day just to calm her down. she was sitting in her cubby next to you, her knee bouncing uncontrollably. you kick her legs apart and stand between them, her hands quickly gripping your hips and pulling you closer.

she nuzzles her head into your stomach, grinning when you slightly tense at her contact. she moves to rest her chin on your torso to look up at you. “i’m so proud of you, baby” you say, smiling brightly at her, placing a hand on her cheek and running your thumb over the skin. “i’m proud of you, my girl” she moves her head to place a quick kiss just below your chest, pulling you closer into her.

the team gets called to go to the tunnels, leah stands up, still holding onto you tightly. you look up at the taller girl with a lovesick grin, she moves forward to place a kiss on your lips, the both of you moving completely in sync. you feel another pair of arms moving around you, ripping you from leah, hearing immediate protests coming from your girlfriend’s mouth. you were lifted in the air, hearing the laugh of none other than katie.

“lock lips later! we’ve got a comeback for this one and a game to win” she points at leah, still holding you in her arms. leah moves forward, holding her arms out at katie and she passes you over to your girlfriend. “what am i? a doll?” you exclaim as you were passed over. leah giggles at you lovingly, placing you on the ground, pulling you towards the tunnel but not without a bunch of kisses placed onto your cheeks.

—

leah wasn’t starting, she was going to get subbed on and that was a promise, she was playing even better than before and she needed to get played. leah gives you another quick kiss on the lips, going to move from you but you pull her back by her hand and place numerous little kisses on her lips, she hums and holds you closer, loving when you took charge.

“good luck, my love” you whisper on her lips, she places another quick kiss on your lips, “you too, baby” she turns from you and you quickly smack her backside, laughing when she doesn’t turn, she just shakes her head at you with a small laugh.

it was about 30 minutes into the match when you heard the roar of the crowd, you look over to see your girlfriend lightly jumping in place waiting to get subbed on. the whistle signals for her to come on and she makes her way over to you, throwing you a quick wink and high fiving you while she moves past you. you smile so brightly at her, her returning your grin. arsenal was in the lead by 2-1, you and leah were playing exceptionally well.

half time ensues and you run over to leah, giving her a tight hug, giggling as she quickly lifts you up and swings you side to side. she places you back on the ground with a bright smile. “you’re back” you say proudly, “i’m back” she nods, pulling you into another tight embrace.

there was a quick team talk during half time, you sitting on leah’s lap, both of you listening intently. she rests her head on your shoulder, pulling you closer every couple of seconds. she places multiple kisses on the back of your neck when the talk is over, you gently run your nails over her arms and she melts into you, both of you lightly chatting until it was time to go out again. she holds your hand the entire time, only letting go when she walks you to your position, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head before moving to her own.

the whistle blows and the play starts, leah gains possession and passes to you, you run forward, attempting to dribble around your marker until you hear it. a pop. you went down. you immediately let out a pained sob, clutching your knee and staying still on the floor. leah’s eyes widen in fear, pushing people away from you and she sits behind you, holding you close to her chest. “baby” she breathes out and you get deja vu.

she holds you close to her, crying. “leah, it popped” you sob, leaning into her touch for comfort. she tenses against you, clutching onto your jersey. “i’m so sorry, baby, i’m so sorry.” you can feel her tears landing on your shoulder. you grab her hand and squeeze it tightly as the medics assess you. they look at you, full of sympathy but all you can focus on is leah crying.

“lovey, don’t cry” you plead, moving your head to face her. she shakes her head at you, “why are you worrying about me, silly” she cries harder, you move your hand up to wipe the tears on her cheek, smiling at her softly. “i’ll be okay, my love, we’ve done this before, hm?” you make direct eye contact with her, only wanting to make sure she was okay in this moment. “you don’t deserve this” she sniffed and you let out a tear, “neither did you” you pout up at her, she places a loving kiss on your forehead.

the medics need to take you off, leah immediately lifts you bridal style and sits you on the bench. you could tell leah was about to ask to get subbed off as well “please keep playing, baby, don’t let me ruin this for you.” you plead as she wordlessly wraps you up in her abandoned jacket on the bench. she kneels down in front of you, hands on both of your thighs, looking at you tearfully, “you would never ruin this for me, i’m going to take care of you, baby” you nod at her sadly, clutching her hands resting on you.

leah gives you a quick kiss, both of you exchanging a quick “i love you” to each other before she runs back on the pitch. your knee gets wrapped and iced, you refuse to go inside, wanting to support and watch your girlfriend. you watch on proudly as she plays, honestly playing better than you’ve ever seen. all leah could focus on was you, your tears that stained your cheeks, you clutching your knee in pain. she was doing this for you and only you.

the final whistle blew and she immediately bounded over to you with a sad smile. you smile at her so brightly, forgetting about your knee, going to stand up but immediately stopping at the stern expression of your girlfriend. she lifts you up from your seat, holding you in her arms, trying extremely hard not to cry.

“i’m so proud of you, baby, you’re back, beautiful” you smile up at her, giving her a loving kiss on her cheek. “let’s get you home, gorgeous” she says, giving you a pained smile, you nod at her comfortingly, both of you were distraught and you could both tell, just looking into each other’s eyes said everything and more.

the girls walk past you, giving you words of encouragement and comfort. leah holds you close to her, taking you back to the changing room swiftly.

she helps you into the car and drives you home, hand never leaving yours. she held you close that night, crying with you and comforting you.

“i’m so sorry” she breathes out shakily, you shake your head at her, holding her face between your hands, “this is not your fault at all” you start, staring into her eyes, “you have been so wonderful, i wouldn’t want anyone else here with me right now” she lets out more tears, you couldn’t help but let out a few of your own.

“i’d do anything for you” she sniffed, you hold her tightly, “i would too, lovey” you look at each other in the eyes tearfully, a promise that you would always be there for each other.

—

about two days later, you had surgery and you were freaking out. leah knew this process all to well and got you ready, attempting to ease your nerves with numerous kisses and hugs - the girl only making you more nervous.

“you’ll be okay, my girl” she assures you, holding your hand until it was time for surgery. “i’ll be right here when it’s over to take care of you” you smile at her softly, puckering your lips up for a kiss, she grins at you and happily obliges before you get pulled for surgery.

—

as soon as you got home with leah, you cry, hard. leah knew how this felt, the frustration of not being able to do what you loved. she holds you incredibly close as she whispers sweet words into your ear, supporting them with loving kisses to your cheek. her tears threatened to fall, but she stays strong for you.

she took care of you diligently like you did for her. taking you to physio, comforting you, just being perfect. you got a taste of wag life, going to every game wearing leah’s jersey, cheering for her loudly. she played for you, pushing herself to make you proud of her, even though you were always proud of her.

after each game, she comes to you quickly, helping you come down from the stands and carrying you to the change rooms, even after your numerous protests with your crutches but she refuses, wanting to show you her appreciation and love.

“my baby, you’re so amazing” you grin at her lazily as she hoists you into her arms. when you make it to the changerooms, the girls tease you and leah for being so in love but leah just smiles brighter, giving you kisses after each tease, laughing at your teammate’s fake expressions of grimace. both of you truly loved each other so much, it was so lovely to see. you and leah would do anything and everything for each other, willing to risk it all.

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Reader drunk calling Spencer to pick her up from girls night and the entire way home she keeps hitting on him and trying to seduce him but they just started sleeping together snd he’s a consent king so he keeps saying no even tho it’s getting harder and harder to resist and eventually she starts crying and he’s like “what’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” And she is sobbing going “my boyfriend my super sexy amazing boyfriend doesn’t think I’m hot” and he’s frantically shaking his head while blushing bc she called him sexy and she’s like “if I’m so hot why won’t you sleep with me? Do you think sex with me is bad?”

All you want to do is talk to Spencer. Honestly, it's slightly pathetic, and you'd be calling Penelope, JJ, or Emily whipped if all they could talk about was their boyfriend.

Still, Spencer isn't like anyone else.

He picks up within two rings. "Y/n, what's wrong?" The panic in his voice is typical for someone with your jobs.

"Nothing, nothing." You assure his worries, running a hand through your hair. "Sorry for calling so late."

"Or early." He laughs slightly. "Aren't you meant to be out with the girls?"

"Yeah, we went back to Penelope's." You inform him, shuffling on your feet on the balcony. The cool DC air feels good on your warm skin. "I just- I wanted to talk to you."

You can almost hear the smile on his face. "Do you want me to come get you?" He offers.

"I was about to call an Uber home." You inform him.

Spencer's already climbing out of bed, grabbing his glasses from the side table since he's not going to waste time putting contacts in. "No, don't." He tells you while he rustles around, jumping into some pants so he doesn't end up in front of his colleagues in his underwear before grabbing his keys and wallet and slipping into some shoes. "I'm coming to get you. You can't get an Uber this late."

He knows you can kick ass, and you know he knows, but you appreciate how much he cares and wants to keep you out of potential danger. "Okay, thank you." You say before hanging up.

Thanks to the clear roads, he's there in seven minutes, and you quickly say goodbye to the girls once you see his car on the street, not worried about their teasing.

Spencer gets out of the car, waving up at Penelope's window and helping you into the car. It's good that he does because you're so drunk you can't walk properly. "You okay?" He asks. "I brought water." He nods to the bottle in the cupholder.

"You're the best." You tell him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. "Love it when you wear your glasses, you know?" You ask rhetorically, sliding your hand onto his knee. "You look so hot."

He shakes his head. "Y/n." He warns.

"What, baby?" You ask, experimentally moving your hand further up. "You deserve a proper thank you for being so valiant."

"Words are enough." He assures you, keeping his eyes fixed on the road as he moves your hand up to kiss the back of it. "Want me to drive you to your place?" He offers, although he's taking the correct turns to get to his place.

You shake your head quickly. "No, please, I want to sleep with you." You say, hoping he catches the double entendre.

He just nods, driving back to his place while you sit there in silence.

You're determined to get what you want, and your efforts don't stop when you get into his apartment. He grants you a quick kiss that you quickly deepen.

Spencer pulls away. "You taste like rum... white rum."

"Mm, good spot." You compliment him, running your hand down his chest. Spencer pulls back when you go to kiss him again. "What? You drink mojitos."

"Baby, you're drunk." He reminds you.

"And hot for you." You add, pressing your hips to his. He's not hard at all, but you're not going to let your momentary disappointment take over. "Come on, Spence. I want to have sex."

He cups your cheeks, shaking his head. "I can't do it." He tells you.

You bite down on your lip to avoid crying, but you desperately want to be out of his gaze. Never has anyone rejected you, let alone Spencer, who has always been eager to have sex with you. "I need to use to bathroom."

"I'll bring you some water." He tells you, moving away and letting you scurry away.

You cry as soon as you're behind closed doors. It would be stupid, but you've had enough to drink that the smallest thing feels like it could set you over the edge, and Spencer rejecting you is the worst ending to your night.

After a few minutes, Spencer taps on the door. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Mhm." You answer through sobs.

"Y/n, please, I can hear you crying." He begs, sounding sad himself, and you hate that you made him feel like that. "Talk to me. I can help."

Quickly, you feel angry, throwing the door open and meeting your boyfriend's soft eyes. "You can help? How could you possibly fix that you're not attracted to me?" You ask him, furious tears still spilling out of your eyes.

Somehow, his face softens more. "What, baby? What made you think that?" He asks.

"You can't have sex with me because you don't think I'm hot anymore." You complain. "And you're so hot, and now that you're not attracted to me, this will never work."

Spencer pulls you over to sit on the edge of the bed before sitting next to you. "I think you're the most gorgeous person in the world." He assures you. "You're beautiful, pretty, sexy, cute, and, of course, hot. I said I can't have sex with you because I can't, not because you've done anything wrong or because I don't find you incredibly attractive." He reminds you. "You've had enough white rum that I can taste it, and it wouldn't be right for me to have sex with you because you can't consent."

"Oh." You say, blush filling your cheek at being so wrong.

"Hey, hey, don't do that." He says softly. "Don't be embarrassed."

You sigh. "You're so sweet, you know?"

"It's the bare minimum." He reminds you. "Do you want to sleep?"

You nod. "Please... and there will be sex in the future when I'm sober."

He laughs at you, kissing you on the lips. "I'll eagerly await it."

[bri-cheeses]

Fiercely and obsessively (wrapped around your finger) — Part 10

| Rosekiller Soulmate AU | Previous part is here | Word Count: 1,210 |

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At first, Barty didn’t understand what he was seeing. Surely he would’ve noticed it before now if Evan had met his soulmate? He’d had plenty of opportunities to see Evan’s mark since his birthday, so how did he miss this?

“Oh,” Barty said, but it came out all strangled and high pitched. Because he’d just realized the true extent of what this situation meant—if Evan’s soulmate mark was no longer black, that meant that he had a soulmate.

Evan had a soulmate.

Barty was hit with such a strong wave a jealously that it left him somewhat breathless, but he still managed to choke out the words, “Who is it?”

Was that why Evan had been acting so strange around him? Because he didn’t want to be as close to Barty now that he had someone else?

Evan’s voice tore Barty’s attention away from his arm and to his face, where he was looking at him strangely.

“You don’t know?” Evan asked. He sounded confused.

“I—should I?” And then, a horrible thought struck him. “It’s not Reg, is it?”

Evan’s laughter caught him off guard.

“What?” Barty asked frantically as Evan doubled over and wheezed uncontrollably. Surely that hadn’t been that outlandish of a question, had it?

“You thought it was Regulus?” Evan gasped with tears in his eyes.

“Well, I don’t know! All I know is that one second you’re crying into my shoulder and the next you apparently have a soulmate and I don’t know what’s going on!”

“Barty,” Evan said, finally calming himself down. “Look at your arm.”

Why Evan wanted him to look at his arm was lost on him, but after several seconds of confused silence, he did as he was told.

“No, Barty, not that one,” Evan said a bit impatiently. Barty sighed in defeat, then looked over to his left arm.

And froze.

Because there on his upper arm, exposed for all the world to see, was his soulmate mark, alive and bright with swirling colors.

Colors that matched Evan’s.

A series of images flashed into his mind. His fist in Evan’s shirt. Evan’s hands, shoving him backwards. The way they had fallen, Evan’s hands reaching out to catch his fall, and the inside of his arm grazing Barty’s bare bicep as they went down.

Oh, he thought.

And slowly, ever so slowly, he looked back up at Evan.

Evan, his best friend of six years. Evan, who he had loved fiercely and obsessively as long as he had known him. Who he had always felt differently about than all of his other friends, who he never wanted to be separated from, who he was in constant contact with because he simply couldn’t help himself. Who he had always gravitated towards, no matter the circumstances or company.

Evan, who was looking at him nervously and waiting for his reaction.

Barty took a step forward so that he was standing in Evan’s personal space. Evan winced slightly, but he didn’t move back. Not even when Barty reached a reverent hand up to cup his cheek and hold his gaze steady on his, eyelashes fluttering just slightly as he stared at Barty with parted lips.

“I am going to ask you about so many different things later,” Barty said, “but right now, I think I might actually die if I don’t kiss you somewhere in the next three seconds.”

Evan breathed out a soft “Oh”, but that was as far as he got before Barty’s crashed his lips into his, effectively cutting him off.

Evan hands came up to rest on Barty’s waist, pulling him in eagerly, and all Barty could think was “Yes, this is right.” How he had missed that before, he had no idea, but here with Evan’s lips moving against his, Barty could think of no place he’d rather be.

Evan pulled away first, gasping for air. Barty would’ve been worried except for the fact that his eyes were bright as he looked at Barty and nowhere else, seemingly drinking in every last detail of this moment.

“You,” said Evan, still breathing heavily, “have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Barty grinned.

“Then show me,” he said, and Evan did just that.

Hours later, after many kisses and long conversations, Barty was starting to feel like everything in the world was suddenly making sense.

Apparently, Evan had been in love with him for years, ever since the first year of school when Barty had helped him out with a difficult spell in Charms.

“At first,” Evan had said, “I had just written it off as a harmless crush. But you’ve got a real way of wrapping people around your finger, you know that?”

“Not people,” Barty had responded. “Just you.”

That had earned him another kiss.

And then Evan had explained why he’d been acting so oddly for the past few weeks, saying that he had been hoping for years that Barty was his soulmate, and the stress of soon knowing whether or not that would turn out to be true had eaten away at him. And once he had finally gotten his soulmate mark, he had avoided touching Barty because he hadn’t wanted to touch him and not have their marks light up, proclaiming them as nothing more than friends.

”Good thing the universe was smart enough to overcome all the obstacles you threw in its way,” Barty had laughed.

That had earned him a shove.

On Barty’s end, there was a lot of confusion. When he had fallen in love with Evan, he didn’t know, because now that he noticed it, it felt like something that had always been there, lurking just below the surface. And why he hadn’t noticed it until now, he couldn’t say either—just that he hadn’t.

But it had been apparent in almost everything he did, from the way he acted around Evan to the way he became jealous whenever anyone else showed interest in him. It had always been there, he just hadn’t been aware.

“Good thing the universe was smart enough to overcome all your stupidity,” Evan had parroted.

Which earned him a shove as well, followed by another kiss.

Overall, it was a much overdue conversation, and when they emerged form the woods to go find their friends, they couldn’t stop the happy and satisfied smiles they wore as they walked close together.

Dorcas had noticed first.

“Thank Salazar,” she had breathed, looking back and forth between Evan and Barty. From Regulus, Barty could’ve sworn he heard an exasperated, “Finally”, and really, had they all been waiting for this moment?

His confusion must’ve shown on his face, because Pandora had laughed and said, “Yes, we all knew, and we were all tired of it. Which is why we staged a slight intervention.”

“Intervention?” Evan asked, and then seemed to realize something. He looked around in betrayal. “You purposefully left us alone together, didn’t you?”

Dorcas nodded gleefully.

“That we did, and don’t even pretend that you’re not grateful for it.”

And really, how could Barty argue with that, when thanks to their meddling he had found his soulmate?

And judging from the way Evan blushed and leaned in to peck Barty on the cheek, he felt the exact same way.

-

(The End!)

[beomboomboom]

Lost & Found

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: Seungcheol x reader

summary: You'll never be lost when Seungcheol is always there to find you.

warnings: kissing?

note: Getting lost is such a scary experience istg 😭 (as a girlie with no sense of direction I experience getting lost way too much 😭) Also, Scoups has red hair in this fic! Enjoy reading <33

"Seungcheol?"

You can feel your hands becoming warm and clammy as you frantically turn your head left and right, trying to spot the red mop of hair belonging to your boyfriend, who was with you just moments ago.

One second, Seungcheol was by your side, leaning his head on your shoulder as he watched the fireworks with you; the next, gone. Vanished into thin air.

"Seungcheol!?" You call out again, frantically pushing through the dense crowd of people as your lips tremble and tears threaten to spill out of your eyes.

"Have you seen my boyfriend?" You ask, turning to a random passerby in the false hope that maybe, just maybe, they happened to spot your boyfriend among the hoards of people. "He's about this tall," you motion with your hands. "And he's really handsome with redish-"

"I'm right here, don't worry," you hear Seungcheol's voice softly whisper into your ear as you feel his arms wrap around your waist, a wave of relief passing over you as you feel your heart rate slow. "Thank you for helping my girlfriend, and sorry for all the trouble," Seungcheol acknowledges with a smile and a small bow to the girl who was helping you. Saying a quick goodbye to the kind passerby, Seungcheol then leads you to a nearby bench, away from all the people.

"I thought I was completely lost," you state, letting out a sigh of relief at the fact that Seungcheol is by your side now.

"Well you're not anymore because I found you," Seungcheol replies with a knowing smile, taking both your hands in his own and rubbing comforting circles on your skin with the pads of his thumbs. "I'm really sorry for leaving you. I was going to tell you I was leaving to get some snacks, but I just didn't want to disturb you. You just looked so beautiful and lost in your own world with the fireworks. Thankfully I saw you looking for me when I was about to buy the snacks, so you didn't get lost. But, I really am sorry for just leaving like that."

"That's okay, all that matters is that you're here with me, right here, right now," you say with a cheesy smile as you press your lips to Seungcheol's soft cheek, where his dimples that you always love to poke, lay.

You can feel the dimples in his cheek deepen as a smile spreads across Seungcheol's face. Then, you don't feel Seungcheol's dimples on your lips at all, but rather his lips on yours as he turns his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Ahh, why did you do that," you sheepishly exclaim, cheeks blushing a bright shade of red as your hands rush to cover your face.

"Because, I wanted to," Seungcheol replies with a fond laugh at your reaction, gently pulling your hands away from your face. "Now let's talk about the way you described me before," Seungcheol says with a smirk. "Really handsome with pin-"

"Shut up," you helf-yell, hurriedly pushing your hands onto Seungcheol's lips, covering his mouth and preventing him from saying anything else.

"Hey, those were your words not mine," Seungcheol teasingly retorts, laughing at the way you groan in embarrassment in response.

As you sit on the bench with Seungcheol, hands intertwined and heads resting on one another, you can't help but realize that you'll never be lost when Seungcheol is always there to find you.

[melonminnie]

HI HI <3

I'M SORRY FOR REQUESTING ALOT BUT PLS TAKE UR TIME IN DOING ANY OF MY REQUESTS <3

SO CAN U PLS DO YANDERE AQUAMARINE X READER WHERE READER WAS HIS WIFE IN HIS PAST LIFE AND GOT KILLED BY AI STALKER BCS SHE WAS CLOSE TO AI WHEN SHE WAS A PATIENT OF AQUAMARINE , BUT WHEN SHE WOKE UP SHE FOUND HERSELF AS AN ACTORS DAUGHTER , SO SHE MET AQUA WHEN AI WAS ACTING IN A FILM BCS HER MOTHER WAS ACTING IN THE SAME FILM SO THEY KNEW EACH OTHER IMMEDIATELY , BUT BCS HE WENT THROUGH HER DEATH IN HIS PAST LIFE HE BECAME SO PROTECTIVE OF HER AND IT BECAME WORSE AFTER AI DEATH

THAT'S ALL, LOVE YA<3

Well go ahead - Yan! Aqua x fem reader

- I read the entire manga for this enjoy!! (Ps you don’t annoy me you make me rlly happy when I see my inbox <3)

“Sarina your legs are giving out you don’t need to practice this much” the woman sighed in disbelief staring at the 12 year old girl.

In return Sarina glared at y/n, “I can try though! I’m getting better promise!” She replied pumping one of her fists into the air.

Y/n gazed towards her trembling legs in worry, “You really should overwork yourself” she sighed once again in disbelief walking forward to hold the girl up right.

“B-but I didn’t even fall this time! I could go on for longer” she interjected, “Sarina your body clearly can’t handle this your legs are giving out!” She pointed walking her to her room.

“Sense I would’ve understood” she pouted, “How about I get you pudding would that make you feel better?” The woman tried lightening up the mood after placing the girl in her bed.

“Really! You’d do that for me?” She questioned beaming this time, “Of course just don’t move out of your room I’ll call goro to stay with you” The woman replied standing up before grabbing her phone to dial her husbands number.

“He should arrive soon okay? I’ll be back before you know it!” She winked with a smile before leaving the room.

“Y/n!” Goro came rushing in, “What’s this about me needing to look after the patient I was on my lunch-”

“I promised her I’d buy her pudding plus you’d do it for your wife right?” She smiled leaving.

After a few weeks the girl ended passing away due to her illness, it was expected.

but what wasn’t expected?, your husband Turing into a complete idol fan after her passing.

“Ahh ai is so cute right y/n~” he gushed staring at the small tv screen, “Mhm I guess so you have a patient coming in soon so act professional please” the woman begged her husband, he’d already screwed up a million times by watching said idol in their room.

Or he’d completely go overboard and talk about ai instead of what was wrong with the patient.

“Promise” he complied Turing off the tv, “Want anything from the convenience store?” She asked quickly, “Soda” he replied walking out of the room with her.

When y/n returned, The shock was written all across her face at the person infront of her, it was no other than hoshino Ai.

the 16 year old idol that her husband has taken a liking too ever sense sarina has died. As quickly as she was shocked she smiled at the idol.

“Hello!ma'am” she greeted closing the door behind her as she smiled, “Oh hello” she smiled waving her hand her star like eyes shining brightly.

After they were finished, your husband practically leaped out of his chair and went into a frantic panic, “Y/n you saw her right! That’s Ai right right?” He questioned as if he was out of his mind.

“Mhm that is now here’s your drink I’m going to go have my lunch break” she muttered leaving the room. “Hello!” The purple head greeted from the side, “Oh Ai is something wrong” y/n questioned the girl.

“No I was just wondering..” she fidgeted with her arms for a while, “I figured out your married to goro sense I correct?” She hesitated, “yes I am!” She answered.

“And sense the two of you are married and probably have a kid or two was your pregnancy difficult?” She questioned smiling.

For a minute or two there was silence, y/n for the first time in a while was speechless, “Ai.. I’m really sorry but I don’t have any kids” she replied awkwardly.

The idols face quickly turned red, “I’m sorry for assuming!!” She apologized, “It’s okay..” Y/n stared into space, “How long have you and sensei been married?” She questioned.

“2 years” she muttered, “Oooohhh” the 16 year old said.

After a day or two, Ai seemed to adapt to the atmosphere quickly often hanging around you or your husband.

“Goro! I’m going to store need anything?” Y/n hummed, “Soda” he mumbled loud enough for her to hear, “typical.” She thought walking off.

After 5 minutes or so she exited the store with a bag of food.

“Excuse me miss” Someone called out to her she turned her head towards the voice, meeting a young man who’s features weren’t seen.

“Yes?” She questioned in confusion, “do you know where the hospital is?” He questioned, “Ah yes it just around the corner” she pointed.

“I’m bad with directions..can you lead me there?” He questioned once more, for a minute the woman hesitated, it was night time there wasn’t anyone around only the two of them.

“S-sure” she replied a drop of sweat falling down her face, Y/n lead the mysterious man to the hospital.

“Here there it i-” The boy covered the woman’s mouth with cloth a dagger aligned with her chest, as he dragged her body to the forest.

“This is what you get for helping my Ai with giving birth” He aligned the dagger before piercing it into the girls heart, he repeatedly stabbed her over and over and over and over again.

he didn’t stop even when she was confirmed not to be breathing.

Then before she knew it she was staring at a set of the most attractive people she’d seen in her life.

“My daughter looks so cute~!” The woman cooed staring at the baby in her arms. “I don’t disagree” the man agreed looking at the baby with fondness in his eyes.

It didn’t take long for you to find out you were reincarnated, it took you a few weeks as your mind couldn’t concentrate and you’d fall asleep whenever you’d open your eyes. But you managed.

It didn’t take long for people to find out that your mother had given birth, For a short while people were out raged.but it soon stopped, your parents still being successful actors.

The woman smiled, her heels making a slightly loud noise as she walked to her child’s room.

“Y/n!” She smiled staring at you playing on the floor, “What are you doing?” She asked kneeling on the floor. “Coloring..” the girl muttered slightly nervous. Even though a few years had passed sense you’d been born.

there was still this slight fear that someone would find out your a 20 year old in a toddlers body.

“Y/n..I have to go somewhere for the rest of the day and the maids aren’t coming today..so will you be willing to come with me?” She asked, it wasn’t a surprise or her of how shy you were around everyone.

The woman’s eyes light up as she saw you nod at her request.

Soon you had arrived at the location. To say it was suffocating would be an understatement. There were people running back and forth from all directions.

focused on camera, lighting, acting etc. from the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar girl with purple hair and eyes that shined like stars.

she had two kids with her, twins..a boy and a girl. The boy had blonde hair his eyes blue shining brightly. The girl resembled her brother blonde hair but pink eyes.

from her expression she was clearly very excited for some reason. The actress caught her daughter staring at the two children. She smiled before opening her mouth.

“Wanna go talk to them?” She questioned, her eyes focused on her child’s expression. She hesitated before nodding her head.

(Couldn’t think of a name for the mom so)

—- held onto y/ns hand before walking over to the girl and her children, AI’s eyes light up as she saw the two of you walking over she walked over herself beckoning her children to follow her.

—- stared at her daughter before whispering something into her ear and leaving with the purple head to have a conversation.

The two siblings stared at y/n as if she was an alien. Ruby quickly spoke up stepping forward with a smile.

“hellooo, what’s your name? Your hairs really pretty” she pointed out shaking the girls hand aggressively.

Y/n answered quickly, Rubys aggressive hand shake turns into somewhat of a hug, “I’m ruby” she announced her eyes drifting to her brother before pointing at him.

“That’s my brother..his name is aquamarine..but you can call him aqua” she said her tone somehow lowering her excitement.

There was an awkward silence as you and ruby stared at the boy waiting for him to speak, “Anyway!, y/n isn’t my mama so cool!!” Ruby gushed.

The conversation soon faded as the girl ran towards her mom once she was able to.

"Your sister really likes your mom, huh?" Y/n tried to strike up a conversation with the blonde-haired boy.

"I guess so," he responded, staring at the girl. "Do you always look like this?" he questioned in a condescending way.

"What do you mean?" she asked, nervousness seeping in. "Do you always look like you're hiding something you don't want anyone to know about?" he questioned once more, making his question clear.

She didn't answer, only staring straight ahead. "Even if I'm hiding anything, it doesn't matter, does it?" she replied. "You remind me of someone I used to talk to," he confessed. "You do too," she responded.

"Ruby, Aqua," the teenager called out to her two children, her hand reaching for the glass.

"I love you," she cried. "Those words were definitely not lies," she said weakly, tears flooding her eyes.

And with that, Idol Hoshino Ai was declared dead, leaving her two children, whom the world didn't know about, behind.

"Aqua, Ruby!" The girl waved her hands in the air as she saw the twins entering through the school gate.

At the sound of her voice, Ruby could swear that her brother was walking faster now. "Don't attract attention," he said, dragging the girl with him.

Ruby moved her feet to catch up to her brother. "Hey Y/N! I recently got scouted to be an idol!" she spoke proudly.

"So that means you can become an actress like our promise, remember?" Ruby added. A few years ago, Ruby and Y/N had promised each other that if Ruby ever became an idol, she'd either become one too or become an actress.

"Yeah, I remember. Don't worry, I won't ever forget it...I have good memorization skills," she winked, waving goodbye as she entered her classroom with Aqua.

The boy didn't say much, aside from his face as he heard his sister speak about becoming an idol.

As Aqua had promised himself, that Ruby would never become an idol till he died, he'd made the promise that you'd never become one either.

This is so bad I’m sorry but it’s been sitting im my drafts for a huge while

[solarisfortuneia]

✦ info: moments where they come to your rescue. kinda.

✦ featuring: kaeya, wanderer.

✦ warnings: spiders, injuries.

✦ notes: posting (or reposting, in this case) all the works i can with kaeya in them before the ebg <3

kaeya.

a loud scream pierces through the quiet air, and he startles, knocking over a bottle of ink with his elbow. dark liquid slowly spreads over oak and fortunately blank paper; but he pays it no mind; all he can feel is familiar anxiety wrapping ugly tendrils around his lungs.

his feet almost fly across the floor in his effort to find you as quickly as he can. he flings open the kitchen door with a bang, out of breath from worry, not exertion, calling your name.

“what happened?” he takes long strides towards you, finding you huddled up in a corner. his hands gently grip your face and he searches your panicked eyes for hints of what may have scared you.

you point to the far side of the room, eyes wide. “there’s a spider!”

“what?” he asks, unsure of what he just heard from your lips.

“spider! over there!” you frantically wave your arms in that direction. he follows your movement, and sees a tiny house spider on the wall, unassuming and unintimidating.

the tendrils vanish, and kaeya throws his head back in laughter. “you yelled that loudly over a tiny, tiny spider?”

you make a face at him, offended by him laughing. "i don't like them, okay?"

"i don't like grape juice, but you don't see me screaming about it, my love." he coos at your expression, pinching your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"you rant enough about it, though." you swat at his hands. "just get rid of it without killing it, please?"

"oh? but i think we should let our little friend stay a while. perhaps we could give them a name?" an eye of moonshine sparkles with mirth. "i wonder what would fit this itsy-bitsy spider?"

"kaeya alberich, i swear to archons above—"

he holds his hands up in surrender. "alright, alright. can't have my sweetheart be mad at me, now, can i?"

he swiftly entraps it in a glass and slowly shoos it outside. "there. it's gone now." he turns to you with a mischievous grin.

(good luck, you're never living this down.)

wanderer.

"tch," he grumbles. "when will you stop being so clumsy?"

"i'm not clumsy, the ground was just uneven," you say, sitting down on a nearby rock. "besides, scrapes and bruises are a standard part of commissions." you rummage through your bag for antiseptic solution and some bandages.

"you can't even do a simple commission without getting hurt; at this rate i'll have to accompany you on all of them." he shoves your hands away gently, a contrast to his tone. "i'll do it," his hands make quick work of bandaging your wound, ever-so-carefully.

and after he's done, he softly pats your bandaged knee as if to soothe it. and as you stand up, his gaze never leaves your form, as if to make sure you'd be okay with walking on your own.

you bend down to retrieve your items, but he beats you to it.

you call his name. "hey, i can hold my own bag." you reach for it, trying to pull it out of his hands. "it's not fair if you hold everything, let me carry something too."

"you want to hold something?" he looks in your direction. "fine, hold this." he slips his hand into yours, hoisting your bag on the other. almost as if it was an afterthought, he adds, "so you don't fall again."

"sure," you agree. "so i don't fall again. but i still feel bad about you carrying every—" you're cut off by him plopping his hat on your head.

"there, you have something else. don't complain." a slight red dusts his cheeks, and he looks ahead, resuming your journey back home.

"okay," you say, acquiescing.

he's so cute.

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 16

Cassandra hasn't moved a muscle since the Alpha ran off, if she didn't know she'd swear she was frozen to the ground.

“Go get Mother” Bela orders and Daniela obeys without a word.

This is her fault; she left the cage door open.

She just wanted to cheer Cassandra up.

And now she ruined everything.

She opens the door to her mother's room, who stands up immediately with fury in her eyes that soon fades when she recognizes her.

“Did you have another nightmare, dear?”

She wished it was just a nightmare, but she knew she was awake, it was too warm to be one.

“It's all my fault mom” She says on the verge of tears.

“Honey, what's hap-”

*Daniela bring Mother! I can't stop Cassandra! *

This is no time to cry “Follow me!”

Her mother gets up from the bed quickly, her gaze worried and full of questions.

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She approached her sister cautiously, she had no idea how Cassandra would react when she came out of her stupor, but she knew that her emotions would be out of control and to avoid further damage she had to calm her down.

Bela knew that this day would come, the day when the blindfold on your eyes would be removed and you would face the reality you ignored, Cassandra's punishment protected you from being a witness to her violence, but it was only a matter of time before you discovered the darkest side of her family.

However, she planned to soften the blow, give you examples of different human biologies, diets and food restrictions to help you understand, to comprehend the need they had to consume human flesh and blood, then she would give you more information about the most cruel and inhuman acts that occurred in the castle, as well as their reasons for carrying them out. Little by little, precisely to avoid this type of reaction. No matter how much you loved her sister, this kind of information was hard to digest, so she had kept it hidden as best she could. She had talked to Daniela who agreed to follow her example with only a few complaints, and Cassandra, consciously or unconsciously, had also avoided showing that side.

But now you had found out the hard way.

Bela had faith in you but even they didn't take the news about their new physiology well either. They screamed, cried, and cursed at Mother's feet for months. It took them years to finally accept their new life.

They needed time and space.

And that's what you need too.

Afterall, It was impossible that your devotion would completely fade away in just a few seconds.

You loved her sister, and you would never leave her.

Right?

Moving in front of her sister, Bela bit her lips to control herself.

Cassandra's expression broke her heart, her sister who refused to show the slightest weakness had a faraway look, her hands were shaking, but the worst was the aroma that came from her.

Fear, sadness, anguish.

She took a deep breath to calm down, Cassandra needed her help, she couldn't let her emotions affect her sister's delicate state more.

“Cassand-

The younger girl released a wave of her aroma so strong that it made her stagger, shaking her head to concentrate she tried to call her sister once again.

But in the blink of an eye Cassandra had crossed to the other side of the hallway

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No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

“Cassandra!”

No, no.

“Stop!”

No, no, no.

“Cassandra!”

No, no, no, no.

“Leave her alone!”

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Cassandra Andreea Dimitrescu, stop this instant!”

The imposing figure of her mother along with a strong wave of her scent force her to stop her pursuit, her body reforms, but there are still flies buzzing and flying frantically around her. Despite not needing to breathe she feels like she is short of air, she is taking gulps of air that serve no purpose, why? Why did you run away? She would never hurt you, despite her behavior she never threw the easels directly at you, despite her threats she never cut or hit you, so why?

“Why?”

“Because she was never a witness to our feeding Cassandra” Bela is in front of her, her hands do not leave her field of vision “I kept that part hidden in class and outside of it, Daniela too and you did it too”

In all your stay have you never come across their mouths full of blood? In the middle of a hunt or a punishment?

…It’s true.

You spend most of your time working in the workshop, your trips are restricted to your room, kitchen, library and Bela’s office, in addition to trips to the forest which are only focused on collecting animal meat; your cell in the dungeon was one of the most isolated, you did not see the other prisoners. Dorothea does not let anyone who is not from her team into the kitchen when food is being prepared for them, despite the friendship she has with you she would never break that rule, the staff has a different meal schedule because of this.

It is your first time seeing a scene like this, a rather grotesque one to be honest.

“It took us some time to assimilate it and it will take her some time too”

Yes, yes, that’s it.

Time, you just need time.

She can give you time.

Bela extends her arms invitingly and Cassandra has no strength to pretend, letting herself fall into the arms of her older sister who holds her easily even if she is the smallest of the three, the blonde caresses her back gently while purring softly, her scent next to her mother's harmonizes around her but the fear in her chest does not disappear, the image of horror on your face still clear in her mind.

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Daniela watched you from afar with only one fly from her swarm, Bela had given you a week off from classes to give you space and had ordered her to stay away from you unless you were the one who initiated contact.

Four days and you had not said a word.

It was like the first days you had arrived, but you were the one who locked yourself away from the world, your answers were limited to denying and nodding your head, not even Relia or Dorotthea could pull a sound out of you.

While there were no emotions on your face, your scent gave away what you were hiding.

The fear and worry that radiated from you made her feel cold, which contrasted with the warmth of the days. However, she did not lose hope because under those turbulent emotions she could notice the aroma that she recognized as affection.

This was just another obstacle to overcome so that her sister could obtain her happy ending, the part where love and loyalty are put to the test to give the relationship a boost.

It was only a matter of time.

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“Haven't I already told you that what you mistakenly take for madness is just an excessive sharpness of the senses? At that moment…”

Normally Cassandra would have rolled her eyes with mocking affection when listening to Daniela read with an exaggerated voice and gestures, but her sister remained still in her arms with her eyes looking through the redhead her mind outside the room.

Bela never thought that one day she would rather deal with the mess that Cassandra's anger attacks caused instead of silence, but here she was, wishing that her sister would scream and destroy the entire room instead of staying still submerged in apathy. Cassandra, like the Alpha, had not said a word since that day, the difference is that instead of avoiding contact, the brunette constantly looked for it, in the hallways she was more discreet, but behind closed doors she did not hold back, lying on top of whoever was nearby.

The weight on her legs increased, coming back to herself she saw Daniela lying on top of Cassandra who simply raised her arms giving her space to accommodate herself, without wasting any time she hugged the middle child torso who surrounded her without responding to the purr that the redhead let out.

Bela sighed resting her head on Cassandra's.

The best option was to be patient and let the alpha process everything without interruptions.

The alpha will come to and beg for her sister's forgiveness.

And Bela, being the exemplary older sister that she is, will give her a good punch.

“So-”

The dining room door opened with a bang that immediately caught everyone's attention.

“What makes you interrupt my time with my daughters? Scoundrel.” Mother was furious, her sisters followed her in irritation, but Cassandra simply turned to look without much interest, since the incident her omega spent the whole day crying and at night nightmares haunted her which drained her energy during the day.

The comfort of her pack was something she was grateful for, without their care she would have most likely let herself die of hunger, the terrified face of her alpha haunting her every time she took a bite.

“Alpha, please.”

Time, they need to give her time.

Who would love someone like you?

Shut up.

You know I'm right, you're not worth it.

Shut up, father.

“The alpha is gone!”

I told you.

How dare she?

A freak like you can never be loved.

To give her hope

You are just a parasite that attracts death.

To make her feel wanted.

You will die alone; Sabina just accept your pathetic fate.

Only to abandon her.

“Cassandra!”

“Fuck this”

Hate her, she doesn’t care.

Curse her, she doesn’t care.

“Alpha is ours”

Even if she must chain you, you will stay.

You are hers forever.