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[cilly-the-writer]

SHADOWS OF SORCERY | Part 13 | “Shadow of Insecurity” | 1,754 words

    "Are you nervous?" Jaelin asked.

    "A little…" Imogene smiled, sitting in the arena’s stadium. There were around a couple hundred students in the crowd right now—the constant purple reflections of light tinting the whites of their eyes as two student sorcerers battled it out down in the arena, in a match against each other.

    Imogene was up next.

    Classes had been canceled for the whole week so they could test everyone for their initial progress monitoring exam. They scored everything from abilities, to strategies, and endurance. The teachers had told them that a loss didn't necessarily equate to a bad grade. But naturally, everyone wanted to win their match and show off a little.

     "Well, I can tell," Jaelin said plainly. "I can feel it."

     "You're an emotion reader?" Imogene asked.

    "Just anxiety. It's kind of annoying though."

   "Oh, sorry," Imogene laughed apologetically. There wasn’t much she could do about that.

   "Not you. Just in general." Jaelin said, keeping his eye on the fight. "It's just a lot sometimes."

    Elora was sitting there next to them. Silent as she watched the battle.

    Students were required to observe some of the exams, but they didn't have to see all of them. So far, Charlotte hadn't shown up. She almost thought Charlotte had bailed on them, but just when the arena buzzer sounded—Charlotte appeared at one of the entrances and hastened down the steps to get to their row.

    "Sorry I'm late. I didn't want to miss yours, Imogene. You didn't go yet, right?" Charlotte asked as she sat down, catching a sudden glimpse of Jaelin besides them.

    "No, I'm up next." Imogene rose from her seat and took a deep breath in.

    "Good luck." Charlotte smiled warmly.

    "Good luck." Elora and Jaelin echoed.

    Imogene thanked them and headed to an exit lit with a neon purple film of light. She pressed her hand against it and the light split apart for her to walk through it. She followed the steps down to the panel of teachers to await instructions.

    In the meanwhile, Charlotte felt a funny twinge in her chest at Jaelin's addition to the group.

    "Is he sitting with us?" she whispered to Elora.

    "Don't worry, I'll be good this time." Jaelin responded tiredly. "One more strike and they said they'll take my magic."

    Charlotte couldn't tell if he was being serious or just joking, so she didn't know what to say. She also wasn't sure if the taking-his-magic bit was supposed to be a jab at her father.

    "We talked…" Elora said. "We think our incidents are related, so he agreed to help me see if we can find out who gave me the poison core."

    Charlotte nodded, a bit reluctantly.

    Their attention drifted to Imogene's match soon enough though. There was a countdown buzzer before the match and when it finally buzzed, a slew of daggers flew Imogene's way and Imogene threw her arms out to conjure two shields that struck down to the ground as soon as they were formed.

    Impaled like arrows through paper plates.

    She had used her dreamer magic to conjure them, so they weren't very useful against daggers made out of pure energy.

    "Oh my god," Elora said under her breath, "why does every developer use daggers?"

    "That's what Professor Hawkins teaches us," Jaelin said. "They're small, so it's easier to make a lot of them and attack from a lot of different angles at once."

    They watched as Imogene's chest rose and fell in the adrenaline dodging of the first attack. Her opponent had paused, seemingly questioning why Imogene hadn't used her casting magic to block her attack. Imogene was on the lean side in comparison to her. It didn't seem like she practiced self defense very much. Her opponent—Lillian Jewels—on the other hand, had a stronger build and moved with a lot more confidence.

    Lillian went ahead and shot another wave of daggers at Imogene, and right before she released them, Imogene bolted out of the way. Imogene ran to get in close range, stifling all the students in the audience. That was a dangerous move to pull without casting any energy fields. Except she wasn’t running to face her head on without any magic. She ran to get behind her opponent.

    Imogene pivoted and danced on her feet as soon as Lillian turned to slash her with a dagger. Missing her. She threw a series of daggers, but Imogene was out of the way the instant before she released them—every single time. Their little dance went on for long enough that Lillian got annoyed and sent a set of daggers through the air in every direction.

    But Imogene dove to the ground before she even lashed out. The daggers zipping straight into the invisible defense fields that had been conjured to protect the teachers and the students in the stadium, where they blew up and the fields sparked a neon color at the point of impact.

    It wasn't that Imogene had particularly quick reflexes or that she was very fast on her feet. She just knew the girl's moves before she even made them.

    Then, the instant that Lillian threw her arms back to conjure something, Imogene waved her hands simultaneously—forming a huge shield that ended up blocking an equivalent wall of fire at exactly the right moment.

    "Whoa," one of the students in the audience muttered. "How did she know to make a shield?"

    "It's like she can see the future."

    Imogene let the tin metal shield clank to the floor as she ran out to get in close range, only to stumble backwards when she sensed that her opponent was conjuring some kind of double sided spear.

    She got a strong feeling that Lillian was very skilled at welding it.

    She wasn't just skilled though.

    She was scary good.

    Her opponent spun the spear fast, like a set of fan blades in her hand. If Imogene got any closer, she definitely would have gotten cut. Her mind reading didn't help her much there.

    "I can tell you've got a plan," Lillian said, somewhat impressed but more weary.

    Imogene kept her mouth shut, unsure of making conversation right now. She knew that her opponent's plan was to back her into a corner. So she had to think quick.

    How was she going to get past that spinning spear of death?

    It's not like she could conjure anything with her dreamer magic that wouldn't shatter against her developer magic. The only match for developer magic was casting magic.

    Her casting magic was useless though.

    All she could cast was a tiny light.    

   Her opponent's weapon would break straight through it. Pop it like a bubble. Maybe she should have conjured some giant bubble wrap to protect herself… She was probably going to need it. The imagery of giant bubble wrap made her laugh a little, but as she thought about it, she realized it wasn't such a bad idea after all. She could conjure a bunch of helium balloons. They wouldn't take very much dreamer magic, so she could make a lot of them at once.

    Right when her opponent bounded at her, Imogene conjured a bunch of balloons. Waving them into existence like she was waving a bubble wand aggressively through the air. Filling the entire room with balloons in less than a minute. It looked like a party.

“Really?” Lillian said.

    The developer swung her spear like a machete to pop the balloons and get through all the chaos. But that was proving ineffective real fast. So she tossed the weapon aside and it vanished almost as soon as she let go; developer magic only created temporary weapons.

    The girl shoved her way through the balloons with her bare hands and rushed after Imogene without it. She was tired of this silly chase and it seemed like Imogene was running out of ideas anyway. She was only an inch away from grabbing her wrist now and when she snatched it–Imogene grabbed her other wrist right back.

    A heavy steel cuff formed over Lillian’s arm, instantly anchoring her to the floor. That cuff weighed more than three times her body weight. She was down. She wasn't getting back up until that cuff was removed.

    Imogene fell back, catching her breath as she stared in disbelief. Then the buzzer went off and one of the teachers announced her as the winner of the match.

    "That was amazing! But why didn't she use her casting magic?" someone in the distant crowd said.

    "Maybe she just wanted to show off."

    She did it. She won. Without any casting magic at all.

    The volume of applause was lost on her as she headed over to the teacher's table to receive her proof of examination. The teachers were still scribbling away on their scoring rubrics, adding detailed annotations. Someone handed her a preliminary report listing her win, time, and abilities utilized. She would get the detailed report later. But just then, someone else’s voice caught her off guard:

    "Well done, Miss Imogene," Professor Hawkins said without looking up from his rubric. He taught developer classes, so she wasn't his student.

     She headed back to the audience after holding her palm out to the film of purple light, where she returned to her friends' congratulations and compliments. They were so happy for her.

    "Do you want to watch the next one?" Elora asked.

    "Actually, I'd rather take a nap after all that," Imogene laughed and they took her cue to leave. They all went out to the hallway and Jaelin said his goodbye before he went his separate way. Leaving just the three girls.

    "Elora," Charlotte said, moving in closer to talk quietly, "I meant to tell you… my father told me that the power authority said they wouldn't let you keep the poison core. They said it was too risky. Especially after, you know… the last time they let someone keep a poison core. I'm sorry."

    She must have been referring to the incident with Jaelin's grandfather. The power authority must have approved the decoy core.

    "Oh," Elora said, masking her relief with a disappointed tone. "It's okay. I figured they wouldn't."

    Charlotte made a sympathetic face.

    Elora was used to her predicament by now, but she appreciated the concern. She was mostly just bummed that she'd been exempted from taking the initial progress monitoring exam. The school had a healing room powered by a Luminess core, but they didn't want to risk injuring her in her current state.

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[ktisherelol]

Finally ~ Ricky Bowen (Pt. 2)

Summary: Nini finds out about Ricky and Y/n, she asks Y/n about it, but they both end up being cool with it. Later on, Ricky really wants to do things to Y/n, so he does and they end up having a good night 🤤.

Pairing: Ricky X Fem Reader (Change if u want)

Warnings: Strong language, smut.

Tags: None.

Notes: Welp, here's part 2 bc I'm bored lol.

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The next day at school, I was at my lockers, just getting some stuff, then it got closed by Emma, "Where the fuck were you yesterday? I texted you like 2 billion times, and you didn't even read it."

"I was..." I looked at Ricky, who was with Red, "Busy."

"Wait... Did you and Ethan happen?" asked Emma

"Girl, I'm sorry. You were right, Ethan's a dick," I said

"Uh-oh. What happened?" she asked

"He told me he liked me a week before, and I saw him about to fuck a half naked Katelyn," I said

"Oh, I'm so gonna beat his ass-- Oh... Ethan. What do you want?" asked Emma, I looked behind me to see Ethan, with Jacob and Logan. His "buddies".

"Hey. Can I talk to Y/n for a minute?" asked Ethan

Emma looked at me. I rolled my eyes, "Just let him do it."

Ethan smirked, hearing me. Then I heard him say, "Alone..?"

I turned to him, giving a fake smile, "Whatever you need to tell me, you can tell Emma."

"Alright... Um. Wanna hang out later today? I can still make it up to you," said Ethan

I looked at Ricky, he turned to me and smiled, but the smile faded once he saw Ethan there, he glared at him.

"I think I'm good," I said

"You sure? You're missing out big time," said Ethan

"Well, after I saw what a hoe you really are yesterday with Katelyn, I've lost most of my trust for you. Besides, I have a boyfriend," I said

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. I'm not that into you anyway. How about you, Emma? Wanna hang?" asked Ethan

Emma scoffed, "Like I didn't just hear you and my best friend talking, I have a boyfriend too you perv. Piss off."

"Fine. I've got lots of girls I can get. Not my fault you guys are boring, cya," said Ethan, going away.

"Finally," I said

I then saw Ricky heading over to me, Big Red wasn't there anymore.

"Hey, babe," said Ricky, putting an arm around me

"Hey, cutie," I said

Emma dropped her jaw, "You're dating him???"

"Yeah. Decided maybe we could work out," I said

"You do realize he's been in love with you since like... 5th grade, right?" asked Emma

"Yep, he told me," I said

"Well, Imma leave you guys to it, see ya bestieee," said Emma, and left.

I then looked at Ricky, he made sure no one was looking first, then slammed me against the lockers and pulled me into a long and sweet kiss, I put my arms around his neck, getting my fingers lost in his curls. He pressed his body against mine as he kissed me, we made out for a little, then we needed to get to class so we pulled away.

"Ricky, we need to go to class," I said

"Yeah... I have rehearsal as well. I have most my periods off, though," said Ricky

"Yeah, same. What do you do in rehearsal?" I asked

"Well, I joined because someone spread a rumor that you did, but when I saw you weren't there, and it was too late for me to drop out, I just had to stay there," said Ricky

"I could join if you want," I said

His face lit up, "Really?"

"Yes, really!" I smiled

"Yay! Come on, let's get you signed up!" he said, dragging me to the theater room as I laughed.

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Once we arrived at the theater room, I saw the teacher... Ms. Jenn? I think is her name?

"Ricky! Hi, you made it on time... With a girl," said Ms. Jenn, looking at me

I smiled, and waved.

"Uh, this is Y/n, she was thinking of joining theater," said Ricky

"Great! Yeah, all the roles are taken for now, but I guess I could make you an understudy? Let me check..." said Ms. Jenn as she checked her papers.

"Oh, no. I think everything is taken, sorry, honey. Would you like to join one of the background characters that just dance and stuff, or would you like to just watch? I could try and get you a part for the next musical," said Ms. Jenn

"I mean, I think Opening Night is pretty close, so I guess I could just sit and watch," I said

"Okay! Cool, uh, I guess we have new member then. Wait, would you like to be like my assistant helper like Carlos there?" asked Ms. Jenn, asking Carlos to come here.

"Sure, if it's ok with Carlos," I said

"Yes! I could really use some extra help," he smiled

"Ok, I'll join then," I said

"Great!" Ms. Jenn clapped.

Then Ricky and Nini did auditions.

Time skip to after auditions bc my lazy ass can’t write that much

“That was pretty good,” I said

“You think so?” Asked Ricky, I nodded

It was the last period of the day now. And we were by Ricky’s locker.

“Y/n! Heyy, how are you?” Asked Nini coming up to me.

“I’m good, how are you?” I asked with a smile

“I’m good. Uhh can we talk for a second?” Asked Nini

“Sure.” Nini and I went somewhere away from public, “what’s up?”

“Is there something going on with you and Ricky?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh… Wait, what’s going on?”

“We’re dating. Is there a problem?”

“Y/n… Ricky broke my heart. How can you just stab me in the back like that?”

“W-w-wait. Ricky only told me you guys had a misunderstanding and broke up. I didn’t know he broke your heart. I’m so sorry to hear that!”

“Oh. Well it’s alright. Basically what happened was, I told him I love him, and he couldn’t say it back. He said he loves someone else, and is tired of pretending he doesn’t. He said he only liked me. But obviously that wasn’t enough. I guess he meant you…”

“Yeah… Um, is there something I can do? To cheer you up?”

“No. It’s fine. Hope you guys are happy,” Nini gave a small smile and left. So I went back to Ricky.

"What was that about?" asked Ricky

"She asked us why we were spending a lotta time lately... And I told her," I said

"Oh, was she at least fine with it?" asked Ricky

"Uhh, I'll just say she wasn't mad," I said, Ricky nodded.

Time skip to the last period of the day

Well, school was now out, and Ricky and I were at his place.

I was stretching my legs, my back facing the pillows, and he was resting his head on my thighs, looking at his phone.

After a while, I saw him put his phone down, "I'm bored,"

"What do you wanna do?" I asked, looking at my phone

Ricky smirked, "You..."

"You did that yesterday," I said

"Can't I do it again?" he asked

"I don't know. Maybe," I said, Ricky laid back down on my thigh, this time facing me.

Ricky's POV

I may or may not have been doing a lot of research on sex and shit.

Apparently, it helps the girl get wet when you eat her out. From the way they described it, and how I saw her girl area yesterday, gosh im hungry. I'm so hungry.

I wanna put my head in between her things, and lick her until she can't take it anymore.

I wanna make her feel so good that she almost rips my hair as she tugs on it.

"Whatcha thinking?" asked Y/n

"Something," I said

She put her phone away, "What's that something?"

I smirked, sitting up, then I got on top of her, and started to kiss her neck.

She moaned slightly, as her hand found a way into my hair, gosh it felt so good.

Y/n POV

I felt Ricky getting hard as he kissed my neck.

"Are we really having it now?" I asked, as I felt him slowly start to grind into me.

"If you want," he smirked, roaming his hands up and down from under my shirt.

I smirked and reached into his pants, slowly stroking him.

He groaned as he continued to kiss my neck, and removed my shirt.

He took a look at my chest, oh shit-

I forgot-

I wasn't wearing a bra... I came to school with a tank top, which had an inner bra, so I didn't wear one...

"No bra?" he asked

"Nope, the tank top I wore had one," I said

He smirked and placed a kiss on one of my breasts, "I love your chest, but I'm really hungry for what's down there."

Third Person

Y/n blushed at Ricky's comment, she nodded which caused Ricky to remove her tights. Ricky got Y/n's hand out of his pants, and got his hand into hers instead.

He rubbed soft circles on her clit before moving them in and out of her, while slowly removing her underwear.

She moaned at Ricky's touch, as he slowly went down. Removing his hands from her.

"Push me further into you..." Ricky whispered, Y/n was confused on what he meant by that.

She looked to see what Ricky was doing, then she felt his tongue on her.

She tastes sweet, Ricky thought, before licking harder and faster. Making Y/n moan more and more.

Ricky then started to pull Y/n closer and grip her thighs as she moaned more.

"Gosh, how do you do that," Y/n moaned, Ricky's tongue was a machine!

Y/n then was close to letting it out, Ricky could tell because of the sounds she was making.

"Let it out," said Ricky, wondering how it would taste.

After a few seconds, Y/n let go, Ricky wanted to keep going, but he knew that Y/n was tired after all that pleasure. So he figured he'd just stop now.

[annie-creates]

Dearest Mrs. Lesso

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1000

Note: I wanted to write something short and sweet for this. You didn't say much in the note so I hope this won't disappoint. I think it turned out kinda cute, let me know what you all think.

Everyone knew Lady Lesso spent most of her days in the school for evil. It made sense for a dean after all. But not many realized the school wasn’t really her home and she vanished every night to come back with the first rays of sunshine the next day. She had a home and it wasn’t the dark dorm she occupied in the castle of chaos. Her home was Y/n, her beautiful wife who waited for her no matter how late Lesso was coming. She scolded her for bringing work home with her occasionally, but she was even more mad when Leonora fell asleep over the papers in her office late at night and didn’t come home at all.

The little cottage like house just on the edge of Endless woods was really her home. It was filled with the smell of Y/n’s excellent cooking and baked sweets, photos from their many dates and adventures and the laughter of their little daughter. No matter how many spells Lesso witnessed in her classes, this was the real magic to her. The peace and quite that hit her the moment she stepped over the threshold. This was her own little piece of heaven she wouldn’t have even dreamt of a few years ago. And she realized quite well how precious and fragile her happiness is.

She was currently sitting in the staff room in the middle of a boring and in her opinion completely unnecessary meeting checking her pocket watch every few minutes. She hoped to be done with this at least an hour ago, but apparently the good teachers still had a lot of stuff to talk about. Stuff of which none interested her. It was already dark outside and if she isn’t done in half an hour here, she won’t make it home before midnight. She was wriggling in her chair like a hyperactive child unable to stay still anymore. Finally the meeting ended and the moment Dovey said her goodbyes Lesso was out the door at the speed of light.

Leonora quickly passed the school gates, lake and woods, not stopping until she saw her little house. She quietly stepped into the dimly lit living room connected to the dining area through an open plan after she took her coat off, finding her lovely wife hunched on the sofa soundly asleep. Lesso couldn’t help but smile at her sweet innocent form. She deserved better from Leonora, yet she still stayed and the dean was infinitely grateful for that. Bowing down Leonora placed a kiss on her wife’s forehead.

“Hm, welcome home baby.” Y/n greeted keeping her eyes closed.

“I’m sorry to wake you up.” Leonora answered, she’d be happy to carry her wife to bed and let her sleep.

“It’s okay. The dinner is in the oven.” her wife got up from the couch ready to serve her the portion she saved for her. “How was work?” she asked while preparing her plate and adding a glass of water with a lot of lemon to it, just how Lesso liked it.

“Dreadful as always.” the dean waved her hand over it. “The meeting took too long, I’m sorry to be so late.”

“it’s alright. I’m happy you’re home.” Y/n reassured her with a kiss to her cheek once Leonora sat at the table to eat.

“You know you don’t have to serve me right? I’m grateful you even kept my dinner warm.” Lesso shook her head. “I should be pleasuring you, not the other way around.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous now. Eat your dinner and come have a shower.” Y/n laughed knowing that’s exactly what will relieve her wife’s stress.

“Fine. How was your day here? Was D/n good?” Leonora asked while she ate, you were a great cook. Honestly to her you were perfect in everything.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been on a little walk by the hills and then we had baked apple rolls for lunch. She’s been an angel.” Y/n told her about their day while she ate.

“Well she definitely takes after her mommy.” Lesso laughed and got up to wash the dishes.

“Leave it, I’ll wash it in the morning.” Y/n offered but her wife was having none of it.

“Nu-uh. You’re doing everything around here and you’ve prepared dinner, I’ll at least wash up.” the dean insisted and cleaned the dishes and kitchen. “Now we can go have that shower you promised.”

With a suggestive wink she took her wife by the hand and led her upstairs where the bedrooms were. She walked by her daughter’s room, sneaking in quietly as to not wake her up. D/n really was a little angel. There was no doubt she had such pure soul just like her good mother. It was probably best she didn’t take after Leonora, cause who knows if Y/n would have enough nerve to deal with two of them.

“Good night and terrible dreams my little bat’s wing.” she whispered and gave her daughter a little kiss on the forehead before sneaking out of the room and closing the door.

The wives took a relieving hot shower together, snuggling into bed afterwards. Lesso sighed out in contentment as her dearest wife curled into her. She could spend whole centuries right in this position. They talked about their weekend plans for a bit, wanting to plan as much as they can for the little time they get to spend together. One of Leonora’s biggest fears right after her wife leaving her was not getting to witness her daughter growing up. It was one of the reasons she made it her priority to be at home every chance she got, opting out of staff teambuilding activities and such. That and the fact she finds them boring.

“I love you Leonora.” her wife whispered in her ear as she was slowly dozing off.

“I love you too my dearest missus Lesso.” she quietly answered back planting a kiss into her wife’s hairline. This was her home.

[latenightdislyte]

Hello!!

Can I request narmer x reader fluff story please??🥺🙏🏼

I was thinking about reader being zelmer's teacher who teach her lots of things. After a while, reader finally meet narmer and narmer ask her to be his partner in some private party!

(I feel flustered while thinking about it)

I hope you have a nice day!! :)

Blegh, I got sick the day we went down to meet up with family for pictures. It's been three days. Help.

My mind is a bit muddled from being sick so if this isn't what you were expected, I apologize. I'll have to go over it at a latter date when I'm better with a clearer head.

Anyways, enjoy!

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I stared down at my phone in contemplation. I had received an email from one of my students' parents, Zelmers to be exact. It asked in such a well mannered and formal way if I could keep the little girl after class for a bit longer, saying that something had come up with his work and didn’t want her to be home by herself. I was a bit hesitant, but it didn’t sound like there was much choice in the matter. I anxiously replied, wondering if it would be fine to bring the girl home with me, seeing as how he would be out for an unforeseeable amount of time, and I could bring her by after he had returned.

The bell rang the moment I sent the email, indicating that lunch was over and that the kids would be returning. I closed down my phone for the moment and brought up my lesson plans on my laptop, preparing for the next subject.

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There were fifteen minutes left in class, I told the kids that they could talk quietly amongst themselves or read. Their choice. I opened my email seeing a notification. He believed he had a better solution, for me to accompany Zelmer to their home and stay there and watch her until he returned. I didn’t know how to respond. There was little time to think of something else or wait for a response from him to see if he agreed or disagreed with the new proposition. I have little choice in the matter now.

The bell rang to dismiss class. “Everyone have a nice day. Don’t forget your homework and supplies for our upcoming project. Zelmer, sweetie, could you wait here for a moment? Your father has asked me to do him a favor.” “Ok!” The young girl hopped over to my desk and waited. “He emailed me earlier and told me that he was going to be at work late and asked that I take you back to your place and keep you company there until he returns.” The little girl's eyes lit up in joy. “Really! Yay! Daddy sometimes comes home really late and I’m left with the maid. She’s nice, but she’s almost always busy and can’t play with me.” My heart broke a little for the kid. “Just wait here a moment and we can go, ok?” I collected some papers and my planner, setting them on my laptop before putting it all in my bag. I held my hand out to Zelmer for her to take and we headed out, locking up my classroom. “Alright Zelmer, lead the way.”

Zelmer happily led me down the road, jumping around and going on and on about the things she wanted to do when we reached our destination: show me around the house, show me her room and toys, and play games. I knew I needed to get some of these papers graded, but I wanted to keep her company and pay attention to her as well. Maybe I could distract her with a movie or show for a little bit, at least long enough to get some work done. I’d at least let her get wanting to show me around out of her system first. “We’re here! We’re Here! Come on!” She ran ahead a couple houses and started jumping up and down waving her arms in front of one.

I hadn’t realized how far we had walked or where we were, more concerned about keeping an eye on Zelmer as she happily ran around me, but looking around now I found that we had walked all the way to the upscale side of town. Fancy cars, beautiful gardens and large, multi-storied houses lined the streets making me immediately uncomfortable, not belonging in such a place what-so-ever. Zelmer on the other hand seemed completely comfortable and ran up to the front door of the house she had been jumping in front of, digging around and pulling out a set of keys from her backpack. 

I hesitantly followed after her as she unlocked the door and swung it open, dropping her bag along the wall next to the door and running into the next room. I shut the door behind me and looked around the foyer for a moment. An extremely fancy light fixture hung from the high ceiling, a set of stairs curved up along the wall across from the front door, under them the threshold leading to the room Zelmer had ran into, obviously the living room as a flat screen mounted over a fireplace was clearly visible over the back of the couch.

The tv clicked on and I could hear the young girl shout for me to hurry up. She sat on the ground next to the coffee table and had a few coloring books open on it. They weren’t normal kids coloring books, they were the ones with the intricate and beautiful designs, more specifically based on history and mythology, deities and mythical creatures and such. Zelmer patted the ground next to her and moved one of the books over. “Come sit over here, I have a coloring book for you and you can use my colored pencils. I’m gonna work on this one.” I sat down and looked to see what was playing on the tv. Looked like some animal documentaries. “Dad says I need to watch at least three documentaries a day. Doesn’t matter what they’re about, just as long as they’re not about things like aliens or mermaids and such.” I shrugged. “That doesn’t sound too bad, documentaries can be pretty cool to watch every now and then.” She shrugged as well, making a face, and returned to her coloring.

Time went by as we watched documentaries and colored. At some point I was able to pull her away from coloring and help her with her homework, finishing the third documentary half way through. The sound of the front door opening alerted us to Zelmers dad's arrival. “Zelmer, I’m home!” The girl quickly got up and ran to the front door, greeting him joyously. I looked at my phone and saw that two, almost three, hours had already passed.

I began gathering my things and pushed myself up, brushing myself off and straightening my outfit. “Ah, you must be Zelmers' teacher. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I’m Narmer.” I looked up and was awestruck by the man standing at the entrance of the room. I had never met him in person before, he was usually super busy when it came time for parent teacher meetings and such, and was stunned. He was absolutely stunning, a very well dressed esper with an air of elegance and power, a commanding and intimidating presence. He held out his hand as if to shake mine. “O-oh yeah, It’s nice to meet you too.” I took it, only to bush and become a bit bashful as he brought my hand up and kissed my knuckles.

“I thank you for taking time out of your day to keep my little Zelmer company while I took care of some business. I usually try to get through with my work so I can meet her at the entrance of the school, but this couldn’t be avoided.” He slowly dropped my hand and I pulled it back to nervously hold the strap of my bag. “Oh, it’s no problem! I enjoyed spending time with her. She’s very well disciplined and behaved compared to most others her age.” He smiled proudly. “I’m glad that’s the case. I’ve done my best to raise her properly after finding her, but I’ve always worried about her, being adopted can be hard for some kids and I’ve never known the truth to her situation. Although, I can’t take all of the credit. I’ve heard that you have been teaching basic manners and common courtesy to the students on top of their normal subjects. You have my gratitude for aiding me in this way.” He had strolled over to the kitchen bar as he spoke, pouring himself a glass of some expensive looking wine.

He approached me, glass now in hand. “If I’m to be honest with myself, it’s a shame I haven’t gotten to meet you sooner. You’re quite a beautiful young lady, it’s an honor to set eyes on someone so… ” Narmer gently gripped my chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “-gorgeous.” To say I was speechless would be an understatement, my face was probably flushed a concerning amount by now. “I have an event coming up, a… formal, private affair. Bringing a guest is optional, but I feel that having someone as gorgeous as you by my side would be quite pleasant and make the event more enjoyable. If you would be so gracious to accept my invitation, of course.” I didn’t know what to say. It was an honor to be invited to such an important event by a man of his standing, but I felt that this was way out of my league, I’m just a teacher and had never even met this man before now.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never been good with social events. Besides, I don’t even have anything fancy to wear to such an ordeal.” He chuckled. “That won’t be much of an issue, I can get an outfit suited for you no problem, as for socializing, there won’t be much need for that. Attending this is more of an obligation for me than a pleasure so I won’t be doing too much of that myself, in fact I’d like to take the opportunity to get to know you better.” I thought for a moment, I guess there would be no harm in trying this just once. “Well… I guess I can give it a shot. I’m not one for formal events, but attending one can’t be that bad.” “Perfect!” He turned and pulled me over into the kitchen with him. 

Narmer pulled out a card from a drawer and wrote on the back of it before handing it to me. “Meet me here at noon on Saturday. We can grab some lunch and go pick out something for you to wear after. The event itself is on Sunday. Zelmer has private lessons on the weekend so she will be looked after while we’re out.” He held my hand again and bowed his head down, kissing my knuckles once more. “I’m actually looking forward to this now that I have someone to accompany me. Thank you for gracing me with this opportunity.” Honestly, this man was almost too much for me to handle. Too prim and proper. Too formal and fancy. But, I would feel bad declining his offer. If it didn’t go well and I was too uncomfortable I would tell him so. “It’s no problem. Really. I think it would be nice to get to know you better as well. I look forward to it.”

He led me to the front door and we talked a bit more before bidding our farewells and parting. I felt giddy the whole way home, clutching the card he had given me in my hands, reading what he had written on the back, his number and the time of our meet up. I couldn’t help the nervous smile that made its way on my face. Excited yet anxious for what was to come.

[gyllenhaalstories]

YOU WON’T PLAY, YOU’RE NO FUN — PROF!CHRIS

summary: chris evans is your professor with whom you’ve had an affair with since the beginning of the semester. you meet with him over zoom with your fellow teammates to discuss your project, but you can’t seem to get into the right mindset. instead of providing the group with clever comments and ideas, all you do is test the limits of chris’ patience and self control.

warnings: don’t have sex with your prof please, mentions of online classes, smut including: established dom/sub relationship & teacher/student relationship (abuse of power used strictly as a joke, they are both 18+ and consensual), degradation, masturbation & mutual masturbation, edging. MINORS DON’T READ NOR INTERACT.

word count: 1500

notes: rail me daddy :) i’m a hoe for teacher/student if you can’t tell already. i do keep it vague by not mentioning any majors, don’t worry! it’s my first time writing for chris, so please, be kind!!! i hope you enjoy reading this mess!!!! ily <3

gif credits: capsgrantrogers blessing us with this low quality webcam goodness.

“Miss /Y/L/N, would you mind staying a little longer? I need to talk to you.” Chris’ voice resonated as your classmates went quiet before they waved their cameras goodbye and left the two of you alone.

Uh oh.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” By the time you were done with your question, you noticed that his face was frozen. “Mister Evans! Chris?! I think there’s an issue I can’t — hear you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You seriously needed to get that Internet connection checked. You had your hand on your laptop, ready to close it up when you heard the familiar noise of a video call, but this time it was a private conversation.

“Don’t want anybody to walk in on us, right?” Chris winked and smirked at you. You had a flashback of that one time you hooked up in his office and realized his door was left ajar when you could hear the secretary of the department arguing with the printer. You thanked your guardian angel (who must had been very disappointed) that you were just on your knees blowing him off, and that nothing too serious was going on.

You laughed, for a second you thought you were in trouble.

“What was that all about?” Chris questioned, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a dark expression.

“I have no clue what you’re referring too.” You shrugged lightly and looked at the screen, wishing he had chosen another shirt that showcased his tattoos. You were lucky enough to see his arms from the short sleeves, you felt as aroused as royal men back in the day when they saw a woman’s ankles.

Chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh, really? There is no explanation to the attitude you’ve been giving your teammates and me all morning?”

You sighed again, loud enough for him to hear you. “They’re idiots and I’m sick of their shit. They’re not doing anything on the project yet they show off in front of you just to   —“

“Got it, they’re dumb and you’re smart.” He put the emphasis on the last few words. “Tell me, Miss, if you’re that smart, how come you’ve made the very stupid decision to be rude to me as well?”

You swallowed thickly. You were just so pissed off, exhausted from the all nighter you had to do in order to complete the requirements for today’s class. “Chris, look, you know it wasn’t about you...” You heard him cough. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’d call you a good girl, but good girls don’t talk back and they certainly don’t act so bratty. What a potty mouth, you swore in front of everybody. Do I have to teach you manners too? I’m afraid that’s not listed on my tasks as your professor, too bad.”

“I said I was sorry! You know how much I hate them!”

“Do I have to give you a bad grade for not cooperating? Not everybody is as understanding as me, you need to learn that.”

He sounded so arrogant, so condescending. As much as you hated it, it turned you on. You were all squirmy on your chair, and he caught up on that.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, princess? Why are you on the edge?”

You looked up through your lashes, letting out a complaint. That fucker. The last time you met, which was over a week ago, he had an emergency and had to leave his apartment to go on campus. How convenient, you had not finished and you were left breathless and worked up on his bed. He made you promise not to touch yourself without permission on his way out. He knew just how impatient you could get. All the needy texts you sent him while he was looking over his other classes during an exam; all the begging you did over the phone while he insisted on doing small talk.

“You won’t play with me,” you pouted at the screen. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, his voice sounded lower than usual while he sat up on his chair. He loved this game with you, probably as much as you did if not more.

You noticed his arm disappeared out of the frame. You’d do ten other team works with your stupid colleagues if it meant you’d be the one to take care of his hard on at that very moment.

“Oh, baby wanna have fun? Is that it? You should have told me sooner!” He cleared his throat when he heard you sigh again, giving you a warning. “Get those fingers nice and wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking on two fingers of your dominant hand. You picked up on the back and forth movements of his arm, he was palming at his crotch. You caught a glimpse of him standing up   — he was in tight Calvin Klein boxers   —  and sitting back down, his cock freed from his clothes. “I’ve been good, Sir. So good.”

He nodded slowly, after spitting in his hand and starting to fist his cock. “Oh, really?”

You nodded frantically. “I haven’t touched myself since you left,” you pulled your hand away from your mouth, a string of saliva fell down your chin. “I’ve been so wet for you, Sir. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” He groaned, the speed of his arm motions increased.

You jerked on your chair at the contact of your fingers, your panties were soaked from your arousal. “Sir!” You moaned out when you circled faster against the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so fucked up for me, you’d rather cum on your fingers than on my face, huh?” You felt tears pooling in your eyes. “Stop touching yourself and answer me.”

You pulled your hand away, showing it to the camera so he believed you. “I want to cum so bad, Sir! Please, just once! And I’ll wait until we meet again. I need it!”

“And I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and you don’t hear me complainin’.” His bicep flexed in his tight shirt, his breathing got heavier. “I waited for you the entire week. I didn’t text you in the middle of the night begging like a desperate slut.” He nodded, indicating you could start rubbing again.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. He was edging you, again.

“Eyes on me, Baby. Need to see you.”

It took so much energy just to keep your eyes open.

“Faster.” He growled, he was so close too. You could feel it, even if he was far away.

“Sir, please!”

“Stop, stop right fucking now.” He pulled away from his swollen cock at the same time as you did. “I won’t tolerate attitude like this again, you heard me?” You nodded, mouthed a ‘yes’. “I don’t want to repeat myself. You’re such a dumb little baby sometimes, I’ll probably have to.” The more he mocked you, the more you needed to touch yourself again. “Next time you act like a bitch in my class, you’ll regret it.” You never took his threats lightly. The first, and last, time that you did, you ended up bent over his knee with the belt of his dress pants spanking your ass red like the ink from the pen he used to grade papers

“I’ll count to ten. At ten, you’ll...”

“I’ll cum!” You spoke excitedly.

“Yes, Babygirl. You’ll get to cum.” He licked his lips and stroked his beard, his hand holding his sensitive cock. “Ready?”

You replied with even more enthusiasm and he started to count up.

“Slowly, 1, 2, 3...” He swallowed thickly. “Add more pressure now, 4, 5, 6,” he tightened his grip around his cock. “Faster, 7, 8, 9...” he jerked himself up at the same speed as you. “Now, cum for me. Make a mess like you’d do on my cock. That’s right, cum for me, Princess.”

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you released yourself on your hand. You were panting and clenching around nothing, wishing you were with Chris right now.

He growled loudly as he released himself on his hand and shirt. “Look what you did to me, Baby.” He sat up just enough to show you, causing you to laugh at the sight of his messed up top.

In exchange, you showed him your slick coated fingers before you licked them clean. Blood rushed to his cock again, but he took a deep breath to calm down. “All good now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Sir.” You smiled, content and satisfied.

He wiped his hand clean with his shirt, after he removed it and let you admire his broad chest and inked drawings. “I’m giving you extra homework.”

Your smile disappeared and you squinted, mentally preparing for more readings or an extra essay on how good he fucked you. It would be your third or fourth, you ran out of synonyms to explain that he made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Take a shower and a nap, I’ll get to this meeting and meet you back home, okay?”

Your face lit up again, and you clapped happily.

“See? I can be fun when I want to.”

[plant-flwrs]

hi love, it's me again! i just can't get enough of your writing... i'm sorry to be asking for another fic, i guess i just can't help myself. lately i've been obsessed with the fake dating thing, so i was wondering if you could write a fred x reader (basically same reader as my last request, gryffindor, same year as ron) with that? like, maybe george knows they fancy each other and makes a bet with him so they start fake datig but realise they're in love with each other? aaa thank you so much, ly

bets off // fred weasley 

masterlist!

a/n: i used the same pronouns from the last request, hope you don’t mind!! i apreciate u sm ur always so active w my fics ily <3333 this is the first thing i’ve written in a while that i’m actually proud of so i hope u guys like it :D

summary: Fred makes a bet with George that entails fake dating you for at least a month. He never expected to fall in love with you. 

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Competition was healthy. At least, that’s what Fred told himself as he looked at George’s outstretched hand, a cocky smile etching the boy’s lips. 

“Two weeks?” Fred asked, looking suspiciously at George.

“Two. Weeks.” George answered definitively, smirking at his brother. 

Fred considered this in his head. Two weeks to get you, someone who had never previously shown any romantic interest in him, to date him for at least a month. He doubted it would be hard, for he had never had any trouble getting girls to swoon for him in the past. A few winks and charming sentiments and you would be putty in his hand. With this air of confidence, he shook George’s hand.

“You idiot!” Lee, who had previously been silently watching the exchange, called from across the table, a baffled smile on his face.

George laughed, leaning back in his chair and looking at Fred like he agreed with Lee.

“What?” Fred asked, the overly confident look still littering his features.

“You can’t win with this one,” Lee explained, shaking his head, “you either piss off Ron when this goes right, you piss of Ron when this goes wrong, you come out the git for breaking a girls heart, or you come out the embarrassed git who was rejected by your kid brother’s best friend.”

“Hey,” Fred said, faking offence, “I never agreed to ask out Harry.”

George and Lee rolled their eyes, hiding smiles as they continued their homework.

Fred was not deterred by Lee’s warnings, for he had a plan to avoid all of that. He was simply going to tell you the truth.

He found you on your way to the green house, pulling you away from a Slytherin girl you were walking with.

“He just stared at her? Like he didn’t eve-” you felt an unexpected tugging, “Ah!”

You squealed, feeling your feet stumble under you for a moment as you gathered your wits again. You looked down at the hand pulling you, following it up to the face. It was Fred, which was odd, because you two were not known for pulling at each other in hallways.

“You’re going to miss Herbology!” your friend called out to you, a worried expression on her face.

“I’ll meet you there, save me a seat!” you called back to her, turning away and following Fred as he still dragged you.

“Fred? What are you doing?” you asked him, making no effort to move from his strong grip.

“Got to talk to you,” he said airily, barely looking back at you as he pulled you down an empty corridor. 

He let go of your arm, smiling down at you as you waited for him to speak. He didn’t take the hint, just looking at you.

“What did you want?” you glanced at your watch, seeing you only had a few minutes before Professor Sprout would start class.

“I have a proposition for you,” Fred drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as per usual, “what do ya say?”

You squinted your eyes at him, frowning, “I have to hear the proposition first.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, thats how propositions work.”

“I hadn’t realized,” he replied sarcastically, dropping his cool demeanor and letting some desperation seep into his voice.

“What do you want?” you repeated, slightly more annoyed.

“I may have made a bet that heavily relies on your willingness to do me a huge favor,” he said, a hopeful smile coming to his face.

“Oh god, Fred, what did you do?”

“George may have implied that I was in a dry spell when it came to girls,” he said, smirking, “and obviously that’s just not true. So, he suggested a bet to see if I still had my skills-”

“Your skills?”

“-yes my skills, would you listen?”

Fred leaned closer to you, his eyebrows raising as you rolled your eyes.

“Back to what I was saying,” he drew in a breath, dragging out this entire conversation, “George suggested a bet to see if I could still charm the ladies,” he wiggled his eyebrows and you quirked one of yours.

“Long story short-”

You interrupted again, “That was the short version of that story? Fred can’t we do this later, I’ve got class in,” you glanced at your watch. “two minutes.”

“No! Give me a second,” he ran a hand through his hair, putting his strong hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, “I made a bet with George that I could get you to fall in love with me in two weeks and date you for a month!”

You looked up at the boy, thinking he had gone off the end. He had to, either that or he was messing with you. Or maybe he had been slipped a potion of some sort.

“Fred,” you started, your kind tone giving Fred the impression you would agree to the plan, “you just waisted the very limited break I have between classes, successfully pulling me away from a very entertaining story about Snape, and probably making me late for Herbology.”

Fred groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance.

“I’m serious!” 

You pulled against Fred’s grip, but he kept you in place. His face lit up, obviously coming up with what he thought would be a great plan. He released you briefly, digging his hands in his bag and moving crumpled papers around. He pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper, brandishing it like it was a diamond. 

“This, my love, is going to get you out of Herbology this class period,” he said, unfolding the paper.

He revealed a blank piece of paper with tiny sparkles floating on the page. As he held it for a second longer, words began to form on the paper, writing something.

‘Professor Sprout,

Please excuse Y/n from Herbology this period, she came to me with a pain in her stomach and I gave her a potion to fix it. She stayed in the infirmary during the period.

-Poppy’

You had heard about these before, enchanted notes that were written in authentic handwriting and enchanted the reader to believe it, no matter what they said. Perfect for forging notes from teachers. 

You stared at the paper in awe, grabbing it from Fred’s loose grasp.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. That’s the last one I have,” he said, feeling a bit remorseful having to give it up. He had been planning to use it to get out of Ancient Runes tomorrow. 

You folded the paper again, putting it neatly in your bag and looking back at Fred.

“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, allowing him to lead you to the great hall, through the courtyard, and out to the Quidditch Pitch where no teachers would be. 

You sat in the stands, overlooking the empty and wet field,

“You want me to date you for two weeks?” you asked, sounding reluctant.

“No,” Fred said, sounding annoyed, “I want to fake date you for a month, but we won’t start until two weeks from now.”

You squinted, looking out at the stands on the other side of the field. You were thinking about this, finding the cons to outweigh the pros.

“What’s in it for me?” you paused, hearing Fred’s groan from beside you, “I mean, this could ruin my friendship with Ron, I get the embarrassing reputation when you fake dump me in a month, I don’t see how this is benefiting me.”

“Ron won’t care, I promise you,” Fred said acting as if this was obvious, “he lets Harry ogle Ginny all the time. And as for our fake dumping, that can be totally on your terms. I just need to win the bet with George.”

“What do you get if you win?”

Fred had hoped you weren’t going to ask that, but he was realizing you were smarter than he thought.

“Three Galleons,” he lied, looking at your skeptical face in the corner of his eye, “fine, six Galleons.”

You looked expectantly at him, waiting for his offer.

“I’ll split it with you,” he finally gave in.

He was a little upset at having to share his future winnings, but once you agreed to the bet and squealed excitedly at the possibility of some Galleons, a smile spread on his face.

Fred began laying the groundwork the next day. He made sure to send you flirtatious smiles when George was looking, waving to you in the halls, and talking to you in the common room.

You, Hermione, and Ron sat at a table in the corner, the three of you poured over a chess match. Ron was successfully beating Hermione, watching her as she tried to remember the rules he had taught her over and over. 

“You can’t do that,” he said impatiently as Hermione tried to move a pawn backwards. His hand reached out and returned the piece back to where it was, and Hermione groaned.

You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes and turning your head up towards the ceiling. 

“Hello,” Fred purred from above you, looking down at you.

You snapped your eyes open, not entirely used to Fred’s flirting yet. It took you by surprise most days, and he always managed to get you when you weren’t expecting it. You looked to Ron, gauging his reaction. His eyes stayed locked on Hermione’s frustrated face, arms crossed as he waited for her move.

“Hello,” you replied, turning your head to face Fred as he move to your side. 

He leaned against your chair, his hand supporting his weight as he wrapped it around the back of your chair. The top of his hip bumped into your shoulder, and you resisted the urge to lean away from him. It’s not that Fred Weasley was disgusting or anything, he certainly wasn’t, but he had a reputation. Fred wasn’t known to be faithful or respectful of the usual rules regarding relationships. He wasn’t tied down, and half the student body has seen him naked (or wanted to). You had gone through your phase of liking Fred, and that phase lasted longer than you’d like to admit. You refused to boost his ego, though, and felt determined to not let this fake dating get to your head. 

Ron was still busy with his chess match, now watching Hermione’s focused gaze turn into a nervous one as she became aware of Ron’s eyes on her. She bit her lip, tapping her fingers on the table.

Fred glanced down at you, quirking an eyebrow and nodding his head towards Ron. He was showing you that Ron wouldn’t care if you two dated, testing Ron’s limits.

Fred’s hand moved slowly from the back of your chair to your shoulder. His slender fingers pressed gently on your clothed arm, moving to brush a piece of hair from your neck. He twirled a piece of your hair in his fingers, raising an amused eyebrow at Ron’s lack of reaction.

“Merlin, Hermione! I’ve taught you 100 times!”

Hermione scoffed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“Ron!” she exclaimed back, offended.

“Look,” he moved his hand to one of her pieces. He whisked it across the board, then one of his pieces, and then one of Hermione’s, and then one of his own, “Check.”

“Maybe if you had patience and didn’t stare me down every time it was my turn-” Hermione started, glancing to you for support.

Her eyes widened when she saw the somewhat intimate position you were in with Fred, her sentence dropping. 

“If you didn’t take so long, I wouldn’t stare you down!” Ron huffed and pushed his chair back, standing suddenly.

He hadn’t even glanced at you and Fred, missing Hermione’s shocked expression.

“What are you doing?” she questioned Fred, sounding even more offended than when Ron was yelling at her a moment ago.

“What?” Fred replied nonchalantly, pushing his body away from yours and taking Ron’s seat.

He moved the chair closer to the table, purposefully brushing his knee against yours. You knew he was watching your face, so you kept a neutral expression.

“He was all over you,” Hermione whispered to you, as if Fred wasn’t right in front of her,

“So?” you asked, acting as if it wasn’t abnormal for Fred to ‘be all over you’.

You were internally cringing at the whole thing, at Fred’s forwardness, lying to Hermione, the whole situation.

“Something must be in the air today,” Hermione said to no one in particular as she stood from the table, “everyone’s lost their minds.”

She left you and Fred, leaving him with a smirk on his face.

“I think that went well,” Fred said, moving the pieces on the chess board around swiftly as he set it up for a new game.

You moved to Hermione’s seat so you were across from him, rolling your eyes. 

“This is ridiculous, Fred,” you said, and at the sound of your genuine annoyance his eyes were on your face.

The board in front of you was set anew, white closest to you. You let yourself sit in your frustration for a moment, looking down at the board and moving a pawn. Fred made no move to his own pieces, just staring at you from his side of the table.

“What d’you mean?” he said, watching your hand retreat from the board. 

“These public displays of affection- isn’t it a little ridiculous?” you said, locking your eyes on the game in front of you.

A look of hurt flashed across Fred’s face, not that you would have seen it, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. His hand lazily moved one of his pawns.

“I don’t think so, no,” he said, leaning back in his chair and still studying your face, “I think they’re quite effective.”

“They’re only effective because I’m playing along,” you moved another pawn, hoping Fred would take the bait so you could steal his pawn.

“Which I appreciate fully,” he said, leaning forward and moving his pawn exactly where you wanted him to.

You stole his piece, advancing on the board. He hadn’t even registered the game, frankly, only looking at you.

“I feel like-” you didn’t know what you felt. You hadn’t put it into words, but you knew you didn’t like it.

Fred, and older, charming, handsome boy, was showing you a new amount of attention. Fred, a boy you had a crush on almost the entire time you’ve known him, was sending you flirtatious winks in the hallways and being very affectionate. Fred, your best friend’s older brother, was trying to date you to win a bet.

“-nevermind,” you finished, realizing you could not say any of this aloud. 

Fred had a quizzical look on his face, watching you as you silently sat across from him. You met his eyes for the first time since he sat down, swallowing hard. You stared at each other for at least a minute, neither of you moving or breaking the contact. His eyes had an intensity in them that you had never seen before, but they were also gentle and kind. He looked soft, his face illuminated by the faint candle light and fireplace, casting a yellow hue over his skin. His hair was grown out and pushed off his forehead, falling easily on the sides of his face. He had taken his tie off, though still in his school uniform, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mouth, usually in a resting smirk, was thin and straight, making him look rarely serious. 

You felt like it took ages, but you finally broke his stare and cast your eyes downward at the board. You looked back up at him, seeing his eyes unmoving from your face.

“Your move,” you said, raising an eyebrow. 

Fred’s eyes shot to the board, and he moved the first piece he saw. His mind was racing as he tried to collect his thoughts, all of which were about you. 

He had no idea what happened, but his heart was beating incredibly fast and his hands were sweating. Fred, a man who had never once done anything serious, was feeling very serious. He didn’t know what was going on inside his head, but all he knew was that he thought you were remarkably beautiful. You were perfect, really, and he could not wait for this game of chess to end so he could get the hell away from you. 

Fred had never been in any sort of serious relationship. He had never dated a girl for longer than a few weeks, usually doing something that offended them (that was often mentioning how hot another girl was, or, in the worst case, snogging said other girl). He didn’t care for anything long-term, anything serious, because he couldn’t be bothered to find anyone that interesting. You, however, made his hands sweat. No one had ever made Fred’s hands sweat. No one had ever made Fred’s mind run blank.

He blinked at the board, realizing it was his turn again, and felt like giggling like a school girl. He shot his head up, looking around the common room and pretending to be in a hurry.

“Have you got the time?” he asked, watching as you looked down at your wrist- eyes flickering to your hand, which he realized he wanted nothing more than to hold in that moment- checking the time on your watch and telling him. He sprang from his chair, “I told George I’d meet him in a few, can we continue this later?”

He hadn’t even waited for an answer before he was running through the portrait hole, nearly knocking a few first years off their feet when he bumped into them.

Fred disappeared from the common room, leaving you with the chess board.

For the next few days, Fred’s flirting was non-existent. He wasn’t ignoring you, but the entire dynamic between you had shifted; something changed. He wasn’t painfully arrogant, seeming to take more effort in the way he treated you. There was no inappropriate flirting, no lustful winks. You wondered if the bet was still on.

You found out soon that it was. 

You and Hermione left the library fairly late into the afternoon, but neither of you minded the time that got away from you. You spent the day doing very little actual studying, talking and laughing instead. There was a very few amount of people who could tear Hermione away from her studies, and she didn’t often like to admit that you were one of them. 

“Are you going to tell me why Fred was so-” she broke off, shuddering in some sort of disgusted way that made you laugh “-touchy with you the other day?”

Hermione had been pressing a little bit every time she saw you about Fred, and you had been avoiding it every time. 

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. That was just Fred being Fred,” you insisted, rolling your eyes playfully. 

The guilt of lying to your friends left you a few days ago, instead you only felt overwhelming uneasiness as your schoolgirl crush for Fred resurfaced. You couldn’t help it; the hot older boy you had liked since your first year was suddenly putting himself in compromising situations with you. So, you couldn’t tell Hermione about Fred’ bet, because then you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself telling her about your genuine crush. 

“Really?” Hermione teased, bumping her shoulder into yours.

“Yes, really,” you insisted, turning the corner to the main staircase that was crowded with students wandering the castle on the weekend afternoon, “ I don’t get why your fixating on this, ‘Mione.”

Your words, however, fell on deaf ears. Her gaze was locked on something on the stairs beneath you both. You followed it, seeing the heavy stream of students starting to part. From your position, you couldn’t see much through the crowd, but soon the crowd thinned around you and you got closer.

Fred stood on the landing, a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands. You bit your lip, trying to hide the laugh bubbling in your chest. Such a grand gesture for a fake one-month relationship, this boy was determined to beat George and win those three Galleons. You felt Hermione clutching loosely to your arm, a dazed sort of look overcoming her features. You couldn’t help but laugh at this, prying yourself free from her grip and walking down the stairs to meet Fred.

He also looked sort of dazed, and with a quizzical expression you felt your face heat up under the stares of everyone in the stairwell. You came to the landing, looking up at Fred. His hand shook a little as he held the flowers, and he bit his lip harshly. 

“Want to go out with me?” he asked, a surprisingly earnest voice replacing his usual smug one. 

You glanced at your watch, moving to stand on your toes to reach him. You moved your mouth to his ear, speaking so only he could hear you, “You’re about a week early with this gesture, Freddie.”

He chuckled, and from being so close to him his chest bumped yours slightly. You fell to stand flat on your feet, still close to him. He looked down at you, holding the flowers between your chests. 

“I don’t like following schedules,” he said, grinning down at you.

You resisted the urge to wrap your arms around his shoulders and never let go, settling instead on a bashful smile. He handed you the flowers, the brown paper they were wrapped in feeling a little damp from how profusely his hands were nervously sweating.

When he made this bet with George, he had just planned on kissing you in some busy hallway to announce the start of your relationship, as he did with most of his relationships. Somehow, though, you felt more special. His stomach sank every time he thought about the limited and fake month he’d have to with you, but he forced his way through it. 

So he went to the field by Hagrid’s hut and picked the best flowers he could find, wrapping them in a brown paper and organizing them so they were perfect, because you were perfect. 

He looked down at you, watching you as you held the flowers up to your face and smelled them. Your eyes were light and filled with innocent excitement, giving him an enchanting smile that showed all your teeth; you looked incredibly and undeniably happy, and that made Fred happy. 

You had both nearly forgotten about the entire student body surrounding you both, watching the exchange. Fred, feeling unnerved by the vulnerability he had exhibited in such a large crowd, looked up and smiled smugly, wiggling his eyebrows. The entire staircase erupted in a somewhat jumbled mix of cheers and laughter, sending a deep red blush to your cheeks. Fred looked down at you, and in a moment of unfiltered happiness, brought his hands to your cheeks. He lifted your head from where you had ducked it to hide the blush, forcing you to look up at him with the embarrassed grin on your lips. Before he could think about what he was doing, his face was leaning closer to yours and his hands on your cheeks were pulling you closer to him. You barely had the time to register what was happening, only hearing the laughter and cheers around you get louder as Fred’s face was pressed against yours.

He was fast at first, passionate and quick as if he thought he only had a second before you pulled away. You couldn’t though, even though every bone in your body was telling you to. Your lasting feelings for Fred were telling you that this kiss was okay, that your friendship with Ron would take the backseat for a while as you let Fred press himself against you. Your thoughts were fading, being replaced with the hyper awareness of everywhere Fred was touching you. His lips slowed and his breathing became slower too. He let out a sigh through his nose, the air hitting your face and sending a brand new flush to your cheeks. His hands on your cheeks stopped pulling you towards him, now being a gentle and soft presence on your skin. His left hand was grazing your jaw, his calloused fingertips tickling the skin lightly. His right hand cupped your cheek firmly still, but his thumb rubbed against your cheekbone. You held the flowers in one hand, and it wasn’t until a few seconds into the kiss that you had even remembered you had hands. You rested your hand holding the flowers against his chest, tilting the bouquet so it didn’t hit Fred in the face. Your other hand snaked up his arm, clutching loosely at his strong forearm as it hung between your bodies. 

You were both at each other’s wills, you would do anything Fred and Fred vowed to himself that he would follow you to the ends of the Earth, if you asked him to. 

The spark moving through Fred’s body was nothing he had ever felt before. He didn’t feel it when he kissed Angelina Johnson, his first kiss, after winning a Quidditch match. He didn’t feel it when he drunkenly kissed Alicia Spinnet at a party. He didn’t feel anything close to this when he kissed Katie Bell in a game of truth or dare last year. You were completely new to Fred, and part of him already knew he wanted to spend every second with you from then on out.

You pulled away first, entirely and completely breathless. You looked up at Fred, mouth opening and closing like an out of water fish as you tried to find words to say in this moment. Fred just chuckled, bringing his hand on your cheek to graze his knuckles against your swollen lips. You closed your mouth, feeling okay with having nothing to say, and figuring it was better to not say anything anyways. 

The crowd registered in your brain, making you feel extremely embarrassed again. You shoved your face into Fred’s chest, hiding the flush all over your face.

“Alright! Shows over, you perverts,” Fred called out, smiling widely at the group.

You heard the shuffling of feet begin around you, the traffic beginning once again. A few wolf whistles reached your ears, and you didn’t remove yourself from Fred’s chest until you were sure everyone had moved on. 

Fred’s large hand rested on the back of your head, soothing down your hair. You found it oddly intimate, and you knew letting all of this happen was only setting yourself up for hurt when this bet was inevitably over, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pulling away finally, your flowers clutched at your side, you took a deep breath. You were bringing your gaze to look up at Fred, but a group of redheads standing behind him caught your eyes and made them widen.

“I am so telling mum you have a girlfriend!” Ginny squealed, her voice easily heard in the now empty stairwell.

Fred turned to face his family, seeing Ginny, Ron, George, Hermione, and Harry looking at him as if he’s sprouted five new limbs.

Ron elbowed Ginny, sending her a wide-eyed look, “my bestfriend is not his girlfriend!” Ron said confidently, then turning to Fred with a threatening look, “My bestfriend is not your girlfriend.”

Fred smiled nervously, “I’m not dating Harry, Ron,” he attempted to joke, only earning a laugh from George and an embarrassed look from Harry. 

You peaked from behind Fred, meeting the group. You smiled at them sheepishly, meeting Hermione’s baffled eyes.

“I knew it!” she called, causing the entire group to turn their heads to look at her, “I knew you fancied her.”

Hermione looked quite proud of herself, but Ron looked fuming. Harry had sort of a ‘I-saw-this-coming’ look on his face.

“Guys,” you said, stepping towards them, “Ron.”

You gave Ron a pleading look, prepared to embarrass yourself and set the whole thing straight, even prepared to lose 3 Galleons. Suddenly, Hermione stepped between you and Ron.

“Ronald,” she said sternly, snapping Ron out from his angry mood briefly, “I hope you are not about to prevent a lovely relationship just because you have no emotional intelligence or maturity regarding these subjects.”

Your eyes widened from behind Hermione, casting a shocked glance to Fred. George and Ginny stifled their laughter, saving an embarrassed Ron some of his pride after being scolded by Hermione. 

“But he’s my brother!” he whined, his anger leaving him and instead being replaced by some sort of tame disgust.

You couldn’t take it, every part of you wanted to tell them it was a bet, the galleons be damned. You looked to Fred with a warning look, only to see him digging in his pockets.

“George,” he called out, removing his hand from his pocket and clutching something, “catch.”

Fred tossed six coins at George, and George caught them with surprise.

“Bets off,” Fred said, looking painfully serious. 

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, an immense feeling of guilt wash over you. You had cost Fred six galleons, even after the work he had put in. He had kissed you for the sake of it, and you couldn’t go one month. 

“Fred,” you stuttered, looking at him with guilt

His mouth broke into a grin, however, and he took a few steps towards you. George watched Fred’s movements, and began pulling away the group. Ron, still standing there with a confused look on his face, was tugged away by the back of his collar.

“I don’t want to fake date you,” he whispered to you once he was close enough, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Well, that seems like a lot of work for nothing, then-” you started, only for his lips to fall onto yours and silence you.

You couldn’t help it, again, as you let yourself melt into him. He pulled away all too soon however, resting his forehead on yours as he looked into your eyes. 

“I want to date you for real,” he said, biting his lip nervously, “not as a bet.”

Your eyes widened, and once again you could not think of anything to say. You opened and closed your mouth, searching for the words, but gave up. You gave a relieved sigh, hearing the words you had dreamed of hearing since you were 12, and kissed Fred Weasley. 

[kaashiboo]

ahah heeeey!!!!! can i request kenma, akaashi and sugawara as best friends with gender neutral reader?

thank you for your hard work i really enjoy reading your headcannons (灬º‿º灬)♡

haikyuu boys as your best friend

┇ kenma, akaashi, and suga

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

➢ general note: ohoho this is a very long one so buckle up!

✎ a/n: aaww this is request is cute! thank you for appreciating my work and i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! take care of yourself!<3

kenma

you've been friends with kenma and kuroo ever since you were a child but you're more close with kenma due to his chill personality.

but that doesn't mean that you're less chaotic

kenma honestly questions himself as to why he's best friends with you

but you're a bit more tolerable than kuroo he guesses.

"say, if i hypothetically and accidentally broke your swi— kenma, you're gonna kill me with your stare." you laugh nervously.

"give it to me." you removed your hand behind your back and gave him his switch with a pout.

"are you mad at me?" you asked, rubbing your nape. awkwardly.

kenma sighed loudly, "yeah."

"oh" your shoulders dropped.

"but it's fine since i already bought a new one. i'm mad because i was planning to give you this one but i guess we have to make someone check it out if it's still repairable." he replied and your eyes lit up in excitement.

"really?"

"yeah."

"but i don't have the money for it."

"we'll make kuroo pay." he shrugged and you tilted your head in confusion.

"eh? do you really think he would agree to that?"

"i don't know. maybe. just do all his work or compliment him everyday, that might work."

"are you two planning on how to murder me?" kuroo appears out of nowhere, ruffling kenma's and your hair.

"yes." the setter and you answered in unison.

people also wonder how you can keep up with kenma but you're honestly one of the people that can see through him and could tell whether something is bothering him.

and he never hesitated to show you what he really feels. if he's mad then you'd let him vent and let out all his frustrations.

and there were times as well where he just wanted to be away from anyone so you gave him space.

but because he finds you tolerable, he begged you to not distance yourself from him.

now, in terms of YOU being sad, we all know he's not the greatest when it comes to comforting people but he would always find a way to cheer you up like offering you to play games with him.

he would even let you do the interior design of his house in minecraft as long as he can see you're enjoying.

just like what others do, he would typically protect you from mobs while you pick up flowers.

but most of the time, you would have a competition on which person could kill as many mobs as they can.

you also would do stupid challenges that you see on youtube.

and late night walks with him are the best since you never had to worry about bothering him when he rarely sleeps early.

let me rephrase that real quick, it's mostly you walking around while kenma sits on a bench,,, still playing.

but he would occasionally look for you to make sure you weren't lost or kidnapped.

you would eventually get tired so you just... lay on the grass and roll around.

kenma puts down his switch, "what are you doing, y/n?"

"i'm bored. you're not even paying attention." you whispered the last part but he still caught it.

"alright, sorry. stand up now. let's go to the convenience store and crash at kuroo's house." he offered and you immediately agreed.

because the two of you never failed to be in the same class every year, your classmates would be confused since you two would verbally fight and give each other a silent treatment and then one second later, you would give him food and he tries to help you beat the level you're currently on with the game you're playing.

and in the timeskip, the three of you have stable jobs like, rich rich rich very rich.

"at this point, we can be your sugar daddies." kuroo jokes but you paid no attention to him as you were still busy processing with what kenma gave you as a present.

literally everything you need for streaming— heck, you're not even sure if you would use all of them.

but kenma still wanted to drag you along with him to do things that he loves

not that you'd complain about it anyway.

"you're helping me set everything up." you finally recovered from your state of shock and pulled kenma up from your couch.

akaashi

and the best 'best friend' award goes to akaashi keiji!

look, just because he's a laid-back person, doesn't mean he's unaware of how to push your buttons.

he would subtly annoy you. so subtle that not everyone could notice that you wanted to murder him on the spot.

"akaashi keiji, i will seriously ki—"

"it's settled then! y/n, please come to my office now." the teacher spoke, making you groan in frustration before standing up but you made sure to purposely step on his foot and he silently winced in pain.

the chat with the teacher didn't take long and when you exited the office, you saw your best friend standing outside, waiting for you with a barely noticeable smirk.

yeah, we might have to take back his award.

you rolled your eyes and walked past him but he grabbed your bag and pulled you back.

"sorry, do i know you?" you scoffed.

"look, i'm sorry. i already told you that you shouldn't sleep in class." he reminded, implying that him dragging you into doing something was a sort of consequence from sleeping in class.

"i know! but you decided to be annoying again and volunteered that i would help with some activity." you complained. he still hasn't let go of your bag but you continued walking which may or may not made it look like you were his pet.

akaashi knows you're not actually mad at him and so he didn't have to bother to apologize again.

"if it makes you feel better, i volunteered first before you. at least we're now both busy."

you didn't respond and continued walking, "where are you going?" he asks.

"home."

"no."

"no?"

"i have practice," he said.

"what does that have to do with me?!" you wailed.

"nothing." you facepalmed and let him pull you to the gym.

the first time you met was during middle school. you were crying because you lost a competition and unfortunately for you, akaashi was the one who won.

he tried comforting you but you pushed him away.

akaashi was persistent though. he didn't want you to stay mad at him and so he bothered you everyday until you finally started to warm up to him.

you sighed for the ninth time. deciding to make a paper plane and throw it to akaashi's way.

it fortunately hit his forehead and he 'tsk-ed' at your action but he continued reading the book anyway.

you reached for the plane, crumpling it until it's round.

"i thought you were gonna teach me?" you question and threw the paper at him, again but lucky for him, he caught it.

he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "how am i supposed to teach you if you keep throwing things at me?"

you see, you're smart but there are certain subjects that you really hate and you coincidentally got sick during a discussion and now you and akaashi are currently studying in the library.

he knows he could have just lent you his notes and you can just take a photo of it but he wouldn't let you do that because his reasoning was, "you'll learn better if you write it down." you've complained to him about it many times and he'll eventually get tired and not give you anything so now you've learned your lesson,

don't annoy keiji.

but sometimes, he's kind enough to cover for you when you're asleep during class and would lie to the teachers by saying you're sick.

which rarely happens since he doesn't always tolerate you so being friends with him feels like having a parent watch you all the time.

"maybe if i befriended konoha then i'm already done with this." you huffed.

"he doesn't have the patience to deal with you, y/n." you let out an offended gasp before throwing your pencil case at him.

honestly speaking, the two of you get along really well. you're more talkative and he tends to listen to your rants a lot.

and of course, he would also share to you how his day went and how he found a new way to get bokuto out of his emo mode.

hanging out with him outside of school can be chaotic at times.

especially if you decide to go to the arcade because expect him to tease you a lot when you couldn't get the prize you wanted.

he would help you though:)

and since you two are a popular duo, you would often get a lot of confessions from boys and akaashi would ramble about how it's a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies.

but he would also reassure you that he'll support you no matter what decision you make.

in conclusion, he's a bit confusing and indecisive but he just wants the best for you but then he would also start thinking that he's being controlling of your own life.

akaashi also can't keep his cool sometimes,

"i can't believe they cheated on me." you hugged your legs closer to your chest as you sob.

his practice was already over but he insisted that the two of you stay at the gym so that you could talk to him about your problems.

"they’re an asshole, y/n." he replied.

usually, he would rub circles on your back when you're crying but this time, he stayed still on his seat so you glanced at him and frowned.

"you weren't even paying attention," you said.

"i was," he stopped typing on his phone to look at you.

"i was just searching up ways how to murder someone without getting caught." he joked and you chuckled.

"just kidding. i was ordering your favorite food. now stand up and wipe your tears. don't let that asshole see you vulnerable. show him that you don't even need him in the first place because you don't need anyone, 'kay?" he pulled you up and nodded at his advice.

"except for me, of course. how else would you be alive if it weren't for me?"

"i have my own parents." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"they don't love you— they prefer me." he teased once again. earning a punch from you.

suga

aDMIT IT, SUGA IS SO FUN TO BE WITH.

like sureeee he would help you most of the time

but he's also the same person that would get you in trouble.

"vice principal, i am so sorry! i didn't mean to knock off your wig! please don't suspend me—"

"it's fine, l/n. just go and don't tell anyone." the old man sighed.

you bowed and left, running to where suga was standing.

you saw your friend biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh.

you glared at him but you couldn't help but to cackle at what happened and now you two are being noisy in the hallway that made others look at you weirdly.

"i told you, he's bald!" he exclaimed and your laugh couldn't get any louder until you start coughing from the lack of oxygen.

"oH MY GOD— DON'T DIE ON ME Y/N," he said dramatically before offering you a bottle of water.

"you're so dramatic, please shut up." you rolled your eyes after drinking.

you and suga have been arguing for a week about how he witnessed himself how the vice principal's wig flew off and it was too good to be true so you didn't believe him.

not until your beloved best friend pushed you to the vp's direction accidentally.

you were taller than the old man so when you bumped into him, you wanted to grab onto something for support but instead, you knocked off his hairpiece.

and suga ran away instead of helping you.

we love a supportive friend.

"well at least he was kind enough to not give you a punishment." suga shrugged and you just nodded your head in agreement.

when you transferred to karasuno during second year, you luckily met suga when you asked for directions.

you two were in the same class so he accompanied you the whole day.

he was very talkative and you loved hearing him talk about volleyball.

at first, you admired him for how approachable and kind he is

but now you just want to kick him.

"i said he wasn't my crush!" you convinced him but suga ony hummed in response.

"but you were staring at him with heart eyes." he quirked a brow.

"i wasn't!"

"you were!"

"i wasn't!"

"you we—"

"suga and y/n, that's enough." daichi sighed. pushing the two of you apart from each other.

"daichi! your vice captain is being annoying again."

"daichi, did you know that y/n has a crush on y—" his words were cut off when you covered his mouth with your hand and he had no choice but to bite your palm and you backed away in disgust.

"i don't like you anymore." you huffed and he just ruffled your hair.

"ah really now?" he smiled but you knew that behind that smile was an evil intention.

"nevermind." you muttered. not trusting your own friend.

oh and your parents adore suga.

like, they know you have other friends as well but suga is the only person they trust to be with you all the time.

and honestly, you agree with them. no words or numbers could describe how much you trust the setter.

despite his naughty and chaotic attitude, he always takes care of you.

kind of like akaashi but he's a bit more loose.

he's very good at giving you advice.

he's also the type of friend that sulks when you miss a game.

like, he would literally ignore you.

and now you're struggling how to make him forgive you.

"kōshi, enough. you've been ignoring me for a week! it was just one game, come on." you persuaded, poking his side but he didn't budge and continued writing down notes.

"i'm sorry for missing your game. i swear, it was an accident! i would never miss your next match again!"

he shifted in his seat and your eyes were filled with hope.

he looks at you with a slight hint of disappointment, "even if i'm not a regular anymore?" the question caught you off guard.

"what do you mean?" he remained quiet and you took that as a sign that he didn't wanna talk and so you impatiently waited for classes to be over.

as soon as you were dismissed, you pulled him out of the classroom to take him to your favorite spot just near the gym.

"i don't like how you're doubting my ability to support you. it doesn't matter what you do— heck, you could even commit a crime and i might bail you out of jail." you uttered. finally breaking the silence that engulfed the two of you the past few minutes.

you struggle with expressing how you feel sometimes and being able to decipher your analogies is one of suga's skills.

"your comforting skill is top tier." he replied.

you know how he would playfully hit his teammates? he'd do the same to you but he would only give you head pats, not wanting to hurt you physically.

and you unexpectedly just learned how to love it.

it somehow inspires you to work harder since he only gives you head pats when you achieve something and it's his way of congratulating you!

he also likes to drag you along with him. he wants to watch a movie? he would buy an extra ticket just for you!

but sometimes, he would whine about being broke when he's with you🤡

would also be ready to make a presentation as to why you are his platonic soulmate.

please just agree with him so he won't be sad</3

last but not the least, gossiping.

literally, the two of you will not call it a day if you haven't talked about any issues at all.

so even if you were sleepy, he would call or text you in the middle of the night and be like, 'tea time?'

aaahh imagine how shock i was when i saw that this was about 2k words overall AHAHA. i know that akaashi's part seems a bit off but honestly i just imagine him being a bit mischevious and more open to people he's genuinely close with so yeah! i had so much fun writing but i feel bad becaue it was so long- anyway, thank you for reading!<3

[mirohlixie]

"On your knees and suck." (Prof. Lee Know)

Teacher! Lee Know x Student! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 1,5k Summary: Before they knew they'd be professor and student in the same class one day, Y/N and Lee Minho had a one-night-stand. No Y/N is failing his class and needs to find a way to fix their grade. Luckily, they have an idea in mind...

Content Warnings: Degradation, Humiliation, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Face Fucking, Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Dom! Lee Know x Sub! Reader

----------------------------------- o --------------------------------------"L/N, one moment please," Mister Lee said as he stopped Y/N from leaving the room. "We need to talk about your grades." Y/N stopped dead in their tracks, turning around with an indifferent look in their eyes, sucking on the sucker they'd just opened seconds before. God, what could it be about this time? The skirt that was too short? The knee socks that were too high? It wasn't their fault men couldn't keep their eyes off them. "Yes, Minho?" They taunted, looking at their professor with a challenging look in their eyes. They knew they weren't supposed to use their professor's first name, but after that one night stand they'd had before Y/N found out they were their teacher a couple of days later, they couldn't help it.

After they found out Minho had clearly told Y/N that it would be that time only and that nobody could ever know they’d had sex. If it came out, he’d probably be fired, if not arrested. Y/N found it a shame, considering they’d had a lot of fun that night.

“It’s Mister Lee to you and you know that,” he snapped, seemingly uninterested. Y/N rolled their eyes and sighed.

“Fine, Mister Lee. What did you need me for?” They sat on the desk, waiting for what their professor had to say. Minho also rolled his eyes and pulled some paper out of his bag.

“You’re failing this course,” he said matter-of-factly, his eyes trained on the paper. “So far you’ve had bad grades for all your assignments and I also never hear you in class. Therefore, your participation grade is also insufficient as we speak,” Y/N hated the way he spoke about them. So business man-like. As if the two of them hadn’t shared the bed only weeks ago. He hadn’t cared about them at all, which strangely kinda hurt. However, Y/N decided to push that thought away for now.

“So?” They asked instead.

“So? You’re not going to be able to graduate at this rate,” Minho said, clearly frustrated.

“Why do you care?” Y/N asked. “Not like you showed any kind of worry the past few weeks.”

“You know-” Minho stopped himself, lowering his volume. “You know I cannot give you any special treatment because we slept together once, Y/N. Don’t play dumb now. We’ve been over this,” he sat on his desk too, looking at them expectingly.

“Well…” you paused. “How am I going to fix it, then? You gonna tutor me?” Y/N played with the sucker in their mouth, swirling their tongue around it absent-mindedly.

“It’s too late for that. The final exam is in a week,” they looked at their professor, sighing. How the hell were they going to get that grade up then? Tutoring was the only thing that crossed their mind in this instance. “Besides, I don’t think it’s a good idea to put you and me in the same room after school, all alone,” Minho muttered, straightening the collar of his dress shirt.

“Why not, Mister Lee?” Y/N asked, making their voice sound seductive. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off of me?” They leaned into him slightly, whispering the last part in his ear.

“Don’t say shit like that around here,” he grunted. “If we get caught it’s over.”

“Oh but professor,” a devilish smile played around their lips. “How will I ever get my grade up? Maybe I could do something for you… A little… something,” Y/N licked their lips and looked their professor in the eyes.

“A little something?” He questioned, visibly shifting in his place. “Like what?” Y/N strutted to the door and closed it, turning the key in the lock before closing the shutters. Minho bit his lip, looking at the student in a mixture of surprise and arousal.

“Oh well I don’t know, I mean…” Y/N started palming their professor through his dress pants. “I know some options that are definitely not authentic, but you tell me, Mister Lee,” they bit their lip, watching Minho’s reaction in anticipation. They needed to get their grade up and this wouldn’t be too bad. Even better, they were very willing to do a little something for the hot professor.

“Fuck,” Minho cursed. “Fine, have it your way,” he grabbed the student’s neck and pulled them closer to him before smashing his lips on theirs. Y/N was a little taken back by that, but feverishly kissed him back after a short moment of realization. Minho’s lip swiped over their bottom lip and they opened their mouth as the professor’s tongue forced its way into their mouth, fighting for dominance.

Y/N moaned quietly, feeling their knees go weak at their professor’s dominant demeanor. They hadn’t seen it since that one-night-stand weeks ago. Y/N fumbled with their teacher’s buttons, but he withdrew. His eyes had turned ten shades darker as he watched them.

“On your knees and suck,” his voice boomed. When Y/N didn’t immediately give in, due to the shock, he pushed them down to their knees. “Do I need to repeat myself? Princess knows daddy doesn’t like to repeat himself,” Y/N quickly shook their head and unbuckled his belt, pulling the man’s pants down as fast as they possibly could.

His large member was already erect and slapped against his stomach, making Y/N gasp. They remembered him being big, but not this big. They hesitantly took the cock in their hand and started pumping it quickly, regaining confidence as they did so.

“Don’t be shy darling,” Minho grinned. “Nothing you’ve never done before is it?” His attitude had gone through a total switch and Y/N was not complaining at all. They nodded quickly and licked the tip teasingly before sucking on it slowly. They loved looking up and watching the professor’s reaction to their mouth. His eyes squinted for a moment and his face relaxed when the tension in his member was finally being relieved. By the looks of it, he had wanted it as bad as they had.

Y/N wrapped their mouth around the cock and started bobbing their head slowly, making sure to swirl their tongue around it in their movements. The quiet moans they elicited with this simple gesture were already enough of a reward to keep going. Minho tangled his fingers into the baby’s hair and softly tugged on the roots while Y/N sped up, hollowing their cheeks to make sure they were applying a lot of pressure.

“Fuck-” the professor exclaimed, biting his lip to stay quiet. Y/N giggled a little around him before speeding up even more, swirling their tongue around him faster as they lightly grazed their teeth over the shaft. “Like that kitten,” Minho’s grip on Y/N’s head became more firm before he slightly started to buck his hips into their mouth. The poor brat gagged as the tip hit the back of their throat harshly, the suddenness of it making them moan. Minho saw this as a sign to keep going and started thrusting, fucking his subby student’s mouth roughly.

All they could do was hollow their cheeks and swirl their tongue around occasionally, completely overwhelmed by the large object that was shoved into their mouth over and over again. Not much later, Y/N felt that familiar twitch; he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Shit-” Minho groaned between gritted teeth. “I’m close, doll. Are you gonna be a good one and swallow it all?” They couldn’t answer, but nodded their head to their best ability and hummed around Minho, indicating that they could.

A couple of rough thrusts later, hot spurts of cum shot down their throat and Y/N choked as they tried to swallow every single bit of it. When Minho pulled out, they gasped for air shortly and licked their lips.

“You taste amazing, sir,” they smirked a little, satisfied that they’d managed to convince their professor to do this. After all, this was a treat to both of them. “So… that will be a B?” Minho chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.

“Fine, I’ll turn that F for your most recent assignment into a B,” he stated, pulling up his pants and looking at the flushed baby in front of him. “But only that one,” Y/N frowned a little, knowing that wouldn’t be enough to pass the exam and the overall course in the end.

“And maybe I’ll have to consider tutoring you the coming week, to prepare you for the exam, after all,” a small smirk formed around his lips. “How about my house at seven each night, starting today?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. Did that mean he was finally admitting that he wanted to see them again? They nodded briefly before getting up and fixing their outfit.

“I’ll be at your place at seven tonight,” they confirmed before grabbing their bag and unlocking the door, leaving the classroom without looking over their shoulder. This was going to be interesting.

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[anaiswriterr]

Black Magic

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: This story teaches you never ever, ever, place a spell especially an attraction spell or love spell without consent! Please never do this, this shouldn’t be played with unless with full consent, and if you know what you’re doing: obsession, puppy love at first, grows into unwanted attention, possessiveness. 

Authors Note: This is my least favorite fic to write, I’m so sorry to those that were looking forward to it.

Synopsis: “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned her witchy friend. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand suspiciously, she just wanted his attention nothing too serious. “If you doubt it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.”

- black magic - screamtober part five -

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Y/N rests her cheek in her palm, eyes wondering on the boy who sat in front of her in class. If only he’d pay attention to her; she sighs and sits back in her seat. Ignoring his closed dense mind - how could he not see it! Everyone knew! Hell, even Mr. Aizawa knew and she bet all the teachers knew too of her growing feelings towards the angry spiked explosive quirk user.

All except him.

“Idiot.” She mutters beneath her breath continuing on with her notes, why couldn’t he tell? Why couldn’t he just pay attention to her?

***

“Just tell him already!” Mina chimes in, taking her bag of chips out of her bag. “What’s the worst thing he’ll do? Say no? Fine, then you move on!“ Mina crunches on the handful of chips she unconsciously shoved into her mouth, moaning as the nacho cheese flavors erupted in her mouth. Leaving Y/N to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I’m not as close to Bakugou as you are, I just want him to notice me.” Y/N sighs, pulling her phone out from her back pocket in hopes to find a distraction from her over whelming feelings for the temperamental boy.  

Mina chuckles, “Well if you really want his attention why don’t you come over tonight for a sleep over, my aunts in town and she studies witch craft. She could probably help you get his attention.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen in response as she excitedly turned her attention towards her friend, watching Mina intently with a serious gaze. “Please tell me your being serious!” Y/N exclaims. 

“Well yeah, tonight's Halloween so it’ll definitely set the mood.” 

Y/N’s chest swells with hope, the fact that the attention of her crush could quickly be averted towards her. She didn’t need anything special, nothing to fancy, but instead a push towards the right direction. “I’ll see you tonight then!” Y/N exclaims rushing towards her home and unlocking the front gate, “Okay lovely!” Mina grins waving goodbye to her friend for the afternoon. 

With the sun setting and children rushing home to put on their costumes, Y/N’s plan fell into full swing. Already packed her night bag with extra clothes, a brush, tooth brush, and other essentials she rushed to Mina’s house. Dodging the trick or treaters at her front door allowing her mother to pass out candy to the kids. 

“Stay safe, honey!” Her mother called out. 

But luckily for Y/N, Mina was only over three blocks down. 

Clutching onto her backpack and speed walking her way through the side walk, Y/N eventually reaches her friends house and presses the doorbell. 

The door swings open revealing the pink girl in her pajamas, a wicked grin tainted her lips. “Let get this party started!” 

***

Y/N met Mina’s aunt plenty of times, but she never knew that her aunt practiced the craft - though her aunt was still young only in her early twenties and still in college. Menmora nevertheless practiced the craft with caution, reminding Y/N of the consequences that could come from this request. 

“Please! Menmora, I just need something, anything that’ll get his attention!” Y/N begged, nearly on her knees in the living room as Mina ate a slice of pizza. Menmora flipped her pink hair over her shoulder and continued to file her nails. “Y/N I love you, but I don’t know if I should do this for you. It’s dangerous.. the consequences. Sometimes you can’t even break up with the guy. They get super obsessed in some cases. Why don’t you just talk to him, ooo how about buy some new perfume. It’s proven that the scent of vanilla can spike male pheromones into being more attracted-” 

Menmora is interrupted by the puppy eyes Y/N makes, her lips quivering as she pleaded. “You really like this kid don’t you?” Menmora sighs. 

“You have absolutely no idea.” 

“Fine, Mina go get my jars, cinnamon and honey from the cabinet. The paper and pen are in the same one as well, make sure to get the blue, pink, and red ones.” Menmora orders throwing her nail file towards the coffee table, Y/N lets out a small giggle in excitement. 

“It’s a full moon tonight, go get the candles.” She’s told, Y/N pushes herself up from the ground and rushes towards the dining room. Grabbing all the pink and white candles, any that were in her line of sight and rushes back to the living room where Mina had placed all the materials on the now cleaned space. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t know, about this anymore.. what if something goes wrong?” 

Y/N whips her head around, “It might not even work, but it’s definitely worth a try.”   

“Alright then, let light these candles.” 

***

A pink candle slowly melts onto a small jar, the wax drips off the sides, Y/N has no idea what’s going but the flicker of the surrounding lit candles captures her gaze. Suddenly slammed with the feeling of guilt and doubt, who was she kidding. “Bakugou won’t ever see me as one of his equals.. just some dumb extra.” 

She’s pulled back from her thoughts when the jar is thrusted into her face, “Are you sure this.. spell will make him like me? Find me attractive?” Y/N questioned, suddenly suspicious of the “magic jar”. Eyeing the wax melted jar in her hand hoping this would work, she just wanted his attention. “If you doubt in the craft then it won’t work. I promise, this spell is going to make him want you forever.” 

Y/N didn’t need a forever, and perhaps those words manifested itself into existents. It was a silly idea, she thought. How desperate do you have to be, how stupid do you have to be. That weekend, after her sleepover with Mina she had forgotten all about the spell. 

It didn’t matter to anymore, she was just an extra in his story. A background character to his epic hero story.. 

But nonetheless a hero never gives up!

So instead of sulking around all day like she initially planned the day prior, Y/N woke up early that Monday morning, did her hair, took a shower, and sprayed on her best smelling perfume, and packed her UA practice uniform and marched outside the house.

Meeting up with Mina.

“You look extra chirpy today.” Mina grins, fixing her left sock.

“I feel amazing today, I look good, I smell good. I’m absolutely great.” Y/N claims, straightening out her skirt. Mina arches a brow and giggles, “Alright missus feel good, how are you feeling about the spell stuff.”

Y/N shrugs, adjusting the straps of her backpack to loosen over her shoulders. 

“Whatever happens, happens. And besides, is magic even real?” 

“I don’t know, we live in a world where 80% of population has a quirk. Before then nobody ever even thought about having superpowers. I’ve heard witchcraft is real, though.” 

“You’re right about that,” Y/N chuckles, “The world we live in is kinda weird.” 

The two teens laugh, continuing their way down the sidewalk catching the first subway train to UA High hoping to arrive early. 

And of course the two race to the first available seats there were - which weren’t many to begin with anyways. Y/N sat patiently awaiting their stop, rising up to exit when it was finally time to get off. Nearly forgetting to wake Mina’s sleeping form, she shuddered at the memory of Mina chasing her around the neighborhood when she first forgot about her friend. 

She dragged the tired pinkette by the blouse and up the stairs, Y/N groans at the sudden change in lighting, covering her eyes with her right hand. Using her left hand to drag Mina. “Eager to see Bakugou, I see.” Mina teases causing Y/N to simply roll her eyes, “If he’d pay attention to me today.” 

“Well you never know, today might be your lucky day.” 

“I hope.” 

***

“Okay class, today we’re going to be learning..” 

Mr. Aizawa’s words drown out in Y/N’s mind as she continued to stare at the blonde in front of her, admiring his spiky locks and the way he tapped his pencil against his notebook. 

“Y/N are you pay attention?” Mr. Aizawa asks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Y-Yes, sorry.” 

Aizawa nods and continues on with his lesson. 

Y/N sighs, grabbing her pencil to take notes, jotting down the common hero do’s and don’t. Something Y/N assumed he put together the night before. 

Her attention is suddenly caught by a small note thrown onto her desk from the boy in front of her, ‘That’s odd Bakugou never passes notes..’

The square note obviously ripped from the spare sheets of paper, she’s hesitant to open the note, terrified of the embarrassment that would come soaring over Y/N if it wasn’t meant for her. But the hard gaze Bakugou sent her way, mouthing out the words, “Open it, damn it.” She quickly fiddles her fingers over the note, scrambling to open it under her desk. 

What’s your quirk?

Her heart is pounding as she quickly writes her quirk on the sheet of paper, passing it towards him. Ignoring the slight pain her heart felt knowing that he didn’t pay attention to her quirks power either. What kinda of question is that?

Weather, why?

He passes another back just as quick.

I don’t know, I saw you in the games the other month. 

So he did notice her, Y/N shakes the thought focusing on the task at hand. He did pay attention to her. 

It’s a meteorology quirk, I can manifest any season and forecast.  

Y/N watches as Bakugou, stares at the square for a while. Nearly impressed with her quirk. He didn’t pass another note back until the end of class when he whipped his head around, and threw another square at her desk.

“That’s a nice quirk.”

They were simple words, four words to be exact. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary yet for Y/N. It was special, and that note sat in her book bag for the rest of week before finding itself a spot on her desk.

Slowly, gradually the two began to speak.

Then later she found herself sitting with his group and Mina during lunch, which later progressed with him tutoring Y/N after school.

Y/N sighed in relief when he began to finally pay attention, showing just slight caring from time to time. She smiled to herself in bed, maybe Mina’s aunt really did help. Nevertheless, she was happy with the attention of her crush. 

Nothing came out of their friendship that year, instead Y/N focused on getting closer to the spiky explosive quirk user. She’d normally watch movies with the group in the afternoons when they all initially first moved into the dorms. 

Sero would casually tease the two from time to time explaining how they looked so much like a couple beside one another. Earning a projectile pillow thrown towards his face from the blonde himself, muttering to himself in the process. 

***

Bakugou asked Y/N out on an official date just before their second year, who she of course said yes too. Though Y/N quickly found out the.. problems dating Katsuki. He was possessive, irrational in some aspects, and over all over bearing. 

But the problem wasn’t Bakugou himself during the relationship.. but as the two grew up Y/N soon realized her crush on Bakugou was just that. 

A crush..

***

Years had passed..

And Y/N and Katsuki had moved in with each other in their early years of being pro heroes. 

Y/N’s chest swells with guilt, and her voice is caught in a worried toned. She picks at her fingers, attempting to put the pieces together in her mind on the best way to break things off with Katsuki. She’s caught pacing her living room area, and his vermilion eyes squint at her shadowy frame.

“What are you doing up so early?” 

His asks in confusion; looking out into the city through their window. Y/N didn’t even noticed she still hasn’t gone to bed, he arches a brow - stepping towards her with his hands deep in his pockets. 

“Something wro-”

“I think we should break up.” 

It’s quiet. 

Almost to quiet. 

And for a second Y/N feels like she can breathe, a word of apologizes filled her brain but she decides against it. She wasn’t sorry, they were both twenty four. The relationship had come to an end, there was no more time to think. 

“Look, Katsuki, I’m so sorry but we can’t keep going. Thank you for being so amazing to me throughout the years, and being all my firsts-” 

“We’re not breaking up.” 

“W-What?”

“I said, we are not breaking up.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. His large strides make it towards her trembling frame. “Katsuki..” 

He reaches out towards her, roughly grabbing her but the chin and pulling her in close. Causing Y/N to squeal as she’s tugged towards him. 

“You’re not leaving me..” He clenches his teeth, “You’re not leaving this house, and if you do decide to leave..”

Y/N’s blood grows cold, somewhere in his eyes those red fiery orbs flare in anger, something Y/N doesn’t recognize but she suddenly remembers that night on Halloween when she was just sixteen.

“They become super obsessed..” 

“Sometimes you can’t even break up with them..” 

A mistake.. she made.. she realizes there is no turning back.. she’s stuck with him forever.

“I’ll go everywhere you go..” 

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[kpop-zone]

Highschool Red Velvet reaction to their crush asking them out on Valentine’s Day

Irene

“You guys are so cheesy...”

Joohyun scoffed teasingly after her friends were done raving about their romantic plans for tonight, causing Sooyoung to elbow her.

“Be careful what you say. Rumor has it that Y/N will ask you out today.”

Her friend snickered smugly, causing Joohyun’s heart to instantly skip a beat when she heard your name. But in front of her friends she played it cool.

“Y/N? What do I care about Y/N? Valentine’s day is just a commercial holiday created by capitalism and I won’t support that.”

She claimed confidently, making Sooyoung huff in annoyance. Right when she looked like she wanted to reply with a snarky comment though, Sooyoung suddenly got distracted by something behind Joohyun and her expression changed to a mischievous smirk. Confused, Joohyun turned around to follow the gaze of her friend and froze in an instant. You were running square to her down the hallway with a wide smile on your lips and a huge bouquet in your hands.

“Hey guys.”

You greeted them a little out of breath, but Joohyun was too speechless to say anything. Were the rumors really true? Would you finally ask her out after she had had a crush on you for so long?

“Oh hey Y/N.”

Sooyoung grinned before pushing Joohyun closer to you.

“Hey.”

This time your greeting was only aimed at Joohyun and she gave you a small, awkward wave in reply, because she was still not really confident in her ability to speak.

“Um...I’m too nervous for a big speech, so I will just cut right to the chase. I mean you’ve probably seen this coming anyway. So here I go... Do you want to go out with me tonight?”

You asked while scratching your neck sheepishly and holding out the bouquet. Nervously, Joohyun stared at the flowers, trying to calm her heartbeat to be able to answer your question. But before a single word could leave her lips, Sooyoung suddenly piped up.

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry to tell you this, but I’ve just talked with Joohyun and she said that she didn’t suppo-“

She said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, but Joohyun quickly stepped on her foot to stop her from finishing her sentence.

“Nothing. I said absolutely nothing.”

Joohyun glared at Sooyoung, who had a hard time containing her laughter, before turning to you again.

“I would love to go out with you.”

She admitted with a blush creeping to her cheeks, forgetting all about her speech from earlier. She had waited too long for this to care about principles.

“Really? Oh my god. Awesome...Um I’m going to pick you up at 7?”

You stuttered perplexed, managing to make Joohyun smile with your adorableness.

“Perfect.”

She nodded before taking the flowers out of your hands and smelling their sweet scent.

Maybe Valentine’s Day wasn’t so bad after all...

Seulgi

When Seulgi walked down the hallway and saw someone meddling with her locker, she tilted her head in confusion and picked up her pace to catch the intruder red-handed. A few steps before her locker, she recognized the person though and her expression softened.

“Oh hey, Y/N.”

She greeted you, causing you to flinch in shock.

“Seulgi...”

You gasped before hiding a piece of paper behind your back.

“What do you have there?”

Seulgi asked curiously, wondering why you seemed to be so nervous.

“Oh this? I just wanted to ask you...if you wanted to have lunch with me later.”

You chuckled while fidgeting with the piece of paper in your hand.

“Why didn’t you just send me a text?”

Seulgi laughed in amusement, finding your behavior extremely weird today. Usually it was her that behaved like a fool in front of you.

“You’re right, I didn’t even think about that...”

You replied, but Seulgi only listened to you with half an ear, because she got distracted by several students that were passing by with flowers and letters in their hands. Confused, Seulgi looked after them before remembering what day it was today.

“Is it Valentine’s Day today?”

She asked while staring at the letter in your hand deep in thought. Instantly, you hid the piece of paper behind your back again and a dark blush started to appear on your cheeks, causing realization to strike Seulgi like lightning. Could it be that you had wanted to ask her to be your Valentine?

“What did you say the letter said?”

She probed carefully and your gaze darted back and forth between her and the letter until you eventually handed it over with shaky hands.

“It says that...it says that I really like you.”

You stuttered sheepishly, causing Seulgi’s eyes to widen although your words essentially only confirmed her suspicion.

“You do?”

She asked in disbelief and you nodded shyly. Speechlessly, Seulgi opened your letter to assure herself that you were telling the truth and her smile grew bigger with every line that she read. Your sincere words brought tears to her eyes and she had to fight the urge to cry until she reached the end of the letter. Do you want to go out with me? You had written like you were still in middle school and given her three answers to choose from, causing her to giggle. Yes, No, Maybe. With a fluttering heart, Seulgi folded the letter and looked straight into your eyes again.

“Yes.”

She smiled widely and your face lit up. With a loud cry of joy, you jumped in the air and lifted your fist victoriously as if you had just won a championship.

This day had definitely taken a different turn than she had expected...

Wendy

“Hey, Seungwan.”

The moment you flashed Seungwan a smile and plopped down next to her, she felt her heart frequency reaching unprecedented levels. Sheepishly, she put a strand of hair behind her ear and looked at her lap.

“Hey, Y/N.”

She replied, feeling how she started blushing when her voice cracked. After months of being your lab partner, she was still not able to play it cool around you...how pathetic.

“Did any secret admirers confess their love to you already?”

You asked to start a casual conversation, causing Seungwan to laugh awkwardly. What secret admirers? The only one who was helplessly in love here but too shy to ever confess was herself.

“Nope I guess they are still waiting for the right moment...”

She joked, but you stayed unusually serious.

“So...you’re not doing anything tonight?”

You asked while glancing nervously at her from the side.

“No, Valentine’s day is overrated anyways.”

Seungwan chuckled nervously to cover up her disappointment. She would have loved to go out tonight, but unfortunately, the only person that she was interested in hadn’t asked her out...

“D-do you have something planned?”

She quickly added, trying to distract from the fact that she would be alone today.

“Well I had something planned but it turned out that the girl I wanted to take out doesn’t like Valentine’s day.”

You answered with slouched shoulders and Seungwan immediately picked up on your gloomy mood.

“Oh no! Maybe you should still ask her? Maybe she will make an exception for you.”

She tried to cheer you up even though it hurt her to encourage you to ask out another girl.

“Do you really think so?”

You asked hopefully and Seungwan quickly nodded her head.

“Definitely!”

She gave you two thumbs up to underline her statement, causing you to chuckle.

“Ok...so will you make an exception?”

You looked at her nervously and Seungwan furrowed her brow in confusion. Make an exception for what? Intensely, she thought about your question until her eyes widened in realization.

“I’m the girl?!”

She gasped and you shook your head while laughing in amusement.

“Yes, it’s you Seungwan.”

You smiled shyly, causing Seungwan’s heart to almost swell twofold.

“Well, I don’t want you to be lonely today...so I will make an exception just this once.”

She answered, trying to sound indifferent, but she couldn’t stop a wide smile to take over almost half her face.

“Lucky me.”

You chuckled and the two of you simply smiled at each other until your teacher eventually stormed into the room, announcing a pop quiz. Reluctantly, Seungwan averted her gaze from you, but kept smiling to herself.

Nothing could ruin her mood today.

Joy

“Dear Sooyoung, would you do me the honor of going out with me tonight? Oh my god...no. I can’t ask her like that. How old am I?”

Nervously, you paced up and down in front of Sooyoung’s classroom with a bouquet of white asters in your hand while practicing how to ask her out. You knew that the probability was very low that Sooyoung would actually let you take her out -after all she was the most popular girl in school- but you had sworn to yourself that you would at least try before graduation. And you were friends for ages already, so what could go wrong? Despite your desperate attempts to calm yourself down, your heart was almost jumping out of your chest when the school bell finally rang and the door of Sooyoung’s classroom swung open. Your grip on the flowers tightened and you scanned the faces of the many students that left the room. In true Sooyoung style, however, she seemed to enjoy putting you on the rack and took her sweet time to show up. You were already beginning to wonder whether she had skipped class when she finally stepped out of the room...with seemingly a thousand bouquets and plushies in her arms. Dumbfounded, your grin faltered, and you let your hand with the flowers fall to your side. How could you have been so dumb? Of course, you wouldn’t be the only one who would try their luck today.

Bummed out, you wanted to flee the scene before Sooyoung would notice you, but just when you were about to disappear into a group of passing students, Sooyoung’s eyes met yours and a big smile appeared on her face.

“Y/N! Did you wait for me?”

She asked excitedly while walking up to you. Panicked, you tried to hide the bouquet behind your back, but once again you were too late. Sooyoung’s gaze immediately zeroed in on the flowers and she curiously raised an eyebrow.

“Did you get those?”

She asked in a tone that wasn’t even half as nice as the smile that she had just flashed you a second ago.

“Um...no.”

You stuttered sheepishly, not knowing how you should wriggle out of this situation.

“Will you give them to someone?”

Sooyoung kept probing and you nervously avoided her piercing gaze.

“Yes... but you don’t know them.”

You answered breathlessly, causing Sooyoung to eye you suspiciously.

“So, you’re telling me that you’re going to meet up with a person that I don’t know, although we’ve basically spent the whole school year together, to give them my favorite flowers?”

She tilted her head to the side to demonstrate you that she wasn’t believing a word that you were saying, and you sighed in defeat.

“Ok, fine... There is no mystery person. I-I wanted to give them to you. But it seems like you don’t really need any more flowers.”

You revealed grumpily while pointing at the expensive-looking bouquets in Sooyoung’s hands. You waited for her to laugh at you for your naivety, but instead, she suddenly walked away. Dumbfounded, you looked after her, observing with an open mouth how she threw all the flowers into the next garbage can before returning to you. Expectantly, she looked at you while holding out her empty hands, ready to accept your flowers. Your brain had trouble processing everything that was happening right now, but you still managed to hand over the bouquet with shaky hands.

“Is that all?”

Sooyoung chuckled when you continued to stare at her wordlessly and you quickly cleared your throat.

“No...”

You replied hesitantly before inhaling deeply to calm your nerves.

“Just ask me, Y/N...I will say yes anyways.”

Sooyoung said calmly, managing to boost your confidence.

“Sooyoung, do you want to go out with me?”

You asked, sounding halfway confident and finally Sooyoung’s bright smile returned to her lips.

“Of course, dummy. I’ve been waiting for ages for you to ask me.”

She giggled before pulling you into her arms.

You definitely hadn’t predicted this outcome with your contingency analysis...

Yeri

“How do I look?”

Yeri asked Naeun for the thousandth time, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance.

“Still the same as five minutes ago. Still amazing.”

She sighed and Yeri grinned proudly.

“Ok then wish me luck. I’m going in.”

She fixed her hair one last time before picking up the box of chocolates and flowers that she had brought this morning. After drooling over you for almost a year, she had decided to finally confess her feelings to you today. It was Valentine’s day after all. So if not today, when? Yeri’s heart was still beating out of her chest as she was walking to your usual meeting point behind the school and she needed to do calming breathing exercises. How would you react? Could you ever think of her more than just a friend? Nervously, she rounded the corner and instantly felt her heart skipping a beat when she saw you standing there. You had your back turned to her, but only this simple sight of you caused a million butterflies to tingle in her stomach. With excitement taking over her body, Yeri picked up her pace and positioned her face right behind your ear when you didn’t notice her even though she was merely a step away from you.

“Boo.”

She breathed into your ear causing you to jump in surprise before spinning around. Once you stood face to face, however, it was Yeri that was dumbfounded. In your hands, you were holding the exact same flowers and box of chocolate that she had wanted to give you. Confused, her gaze darted back and forth between your hands and her hands until you started to giggle and managed to catch her attention.

“Seems like we had the same idea.”

You grinned and Yeri’s eyes widened.

“Wait...are those for me??”

She exclaimed a little louder than necessary, causing you to laugh.

“Yup! I figured it was time that I finally take you out.”

You announced proudly and a huge weight lifted off Yeri’s shoulders. Overflowing with joy, she flung her arms around your neck, not caring about the bouquet that she was crushing in the process.

“I was so scared that you wanted to stay friends forever.”

She sighed dramatically and you chuckled in amusement.

“Believe me, Yeri, you made it really obvious that you didn’t want to just be friends.”

You teased her, but Yeri shrugged unconcerned after she had pulled away.

“Being subtle isn’t my strong suit. Come on, let’s tell everybody.”

Leaving you no possibility to protest, she intertwined your fingers and pulled you towards the cafeteria.

Why should she stop wearing her heart on her sleeve if it got her here?

[just--another--daydreamer]

Bound Souls

» Izuku Midoriya x male reader

» Genre: Angst & Fluff » Requested (by @thatcucumberwhore): Soulmates with Midoriya and male reader? 👉🏼👈🏼😊  » Summary: Soulmate AU where soulmates share the same superpower. You were born quirkless and fall in love with the insanely powerful hero student Midoriya » Warnings: just some angst and crying » Words: 2.6k

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Soulmate AU where soulmates share the same superpower

“Are you Y/N from the General Education department? Class 1-C?” You closed your locker and turned around. A boy stood in front of you, a bit too close, which he noticed too and took a step back while muttering an apology under his breath. “Yeah, that’s me.” You looked the boy up and down. His tie was not tied properly, his green hair was a mess and he looked way too excited to see you while you had no idea who he was. Judging by the single button on the shoulder part of his uniform he belonged in the hero department.

“And you are…?” “Oh, of course, sorry!” The boy stood up straight before bowing shortly. “I’m Izuku Midoriya from class 1-A! I sent you an email about the tutoring yesterday!” “Ahh yeah I almost forgot about that!” You only vaguely remembered putting up a small ad on the school’s website, saying that you would be willing to help other students with different subjects and topics in school that they did not understand. Especially for students from the hero department it was not uncommon to need tutoring since most of them were way too focused on the practical part of being a hero and neglected basic things like maths or foreign languages.

You opened your backpack and pulled out your calendar. “It was English and maths, right? I’m free this afternoon, so we could meet at the café that’s quite close to the school’s entrance? You know which one I’m talking about?” Midoriya nodded, so you scribbled the time into your calendar. “Alright, I’ll see you after school then!”

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The warm air in the small café smelled sweet like cake and waffles when you entered. A few students from UA and other schools sat in groups and pairs at the tables with their faces either buried in books or enjoying something to eat while chatting. Midoriya was already there; he sat at a table next to a window, so you approached him.

“Have you been waiting for long?” Midoriya shook his head. The hero student had changed after school, he was now wearing an All Might hoodie. Nerd. You sat down and put your backpack on the empty chair next to you. Even though Midoriya had prepared himself for a longer and more relaxed stay at the café, and thus had ordered a drink as well as a snack, you got straight to the point.

“I’m willing to be your tutor, but according to your email you ranked fourth during your midterms? Why would you need tutoring for that?” You watched Midoriya’s face turn red. “Well, that has multiple reasons,” he started to mumble incoherently. “Don’t want to fall behind… Need to do my best… Then there was the-… and I wasn’t allowed in class…” You could not make much sense of anything but the last part. “You-” you pointed at Midoriya and narrowed your eyes. “-were one of the students fighting at night, weren’t you?” The colour of Midoriya’s face changed from light red to tomato red. “Y-yeah…” he sighed. “I didn’t miss many classes but all that’s on my mind is the practical hero stuff like fighting and I train that instead of studying for the other subjects. So, before the written exams, I always spend my time catching up and studying way too much and I want to change that. I need to work more on that stuff throughout the term, not last-minute.”

“I thought so.” You opened your backpack and pulled out a pencil and a notepad. “That’s a problem many hero students have, so I’m willing to help you with this!” Midoriya started smiling. “That’s great, thank you!” He reached into his own bag and put some books on the table. “Let’s get started then!”

Izuku Midoriya. Now that you were watching him rewrite his English essay for the third time, you remembered where you had seen him before. He had stood out at the sports festival as the kid who had broken all of his bones while using his quirk. Strong and effective but useless at the same time. You wondered if his soulmate had the same problems using their shared quirk. Shaking your head, you dismissed that thought.

Midoriya bit his pencil and furrowed his brows at his paper. “Can I help?” you offered and Midoriya nodded. “Did I use the correct tense here?” He slid his paper over to you and you skimmed his last sentence. “Looks fine to me. But I’d use a different word right here and here.” You drew circles around a few words. “Your English grammar is great, but your vocabulary needs work.”

“Alright, thanks!” Instead of getting back to work, Midoriya took a sip from his mug and looked at you. “You’re a great teacher,” he told you. “Are you considering becoming one?” The question caught you off-guard. You put your pencil down, sat back and thought about the question for a few seconds. “It’s not my first choice,” you admitted, “but that first choice won’t work out, so I’m considering becoming a teacher.” “Then what was your first choice?” “I wanted to become a hero. Like everyone else.”

Midoriya curiously cocked his head to the side. “Why didn’t it work out?” “’cause I’m quirkless,” you answered dryly. It was not something you liked talking about. Quirkless people were looked down upon more and more, and not being able to become a hero was not the only downside. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Your vis-à-vis said and looked down on his paper. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault after all.” “But I brought it up and you seem sad about it.” While that was true, you did not want him to feel guilty about it. So, instead of replying, you tapped on his paper with your pencil. “C’mon, fix that sentence!” Your student complied.

Your study session ended after two and a half hours, in which you had forced Midoriya to re-write his essay about four times. Even though you had dragged him through hell, he asked for your number and to meet you again in the future. Once you had stepped outside, Midoriya pulled out his wallet. “So how much for this lesson?” You looked at him, dumbfounded, before you began to laugh. “W-what’s wrong?” Midoriya lowered the hand that was holding the money when you raised your hands to mutely indicate that you did not want his money. “But it’s your time that you could spend in other ways!”

Even though he had a point, you shook your head. “Normally I’d take money, but I had a different idea,” you explained. “I’d like to ask you to teach me a thing or two about self-defence and fighting. It’s always useful, y’know?” “So you help me with my homework, and I help you train?” You nodded and offered Midoriya your hand. “Deal?” Midoriya shook your hand without hesitation. “Deal!” With that, you started walking back to the campus together.

Since it was getting dark, not too many people were out anymore. A few UA students were on their way back to campus as well, but you did not pay much attention to them. The two people who caught your eye were two girls standing in front of a park’s gates. One of them opened her hand and let her palm face upward. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a flower grew out of the palm of her hand, glowing in a warm, white light that lit up both the girls’ faces. The other girl clapped before doing the exact same. Shared quirks. Soulmates.

You looked down at your own hands.

Besides not being able to become a hero, never finding your soulmate was the other downside of being quirkless. Sure, the number of quirkless people was low in your generation, but there still was not that one person you could find. It was not even proven if quirkless people had a soulmate like people with quirks, who shared one and the same ability with their soulmate. It was not looked down upon to be in a relationship with someone who was not your soulmate, in fact, platonic soulmates were a thing as well as dating someone who was not your soulmate and people embraced that idea. And sometimes you held onto that romantic thought of meeting your soulmate and growing old with them together, either platonically or romantically. But being quirkless made that impossible.

“Why did you stop walking? Are you alright?” Midoriya was a few steps ahead of you already when he stopped and looked back at you. “Y/N?” You tore your eyes away from the girls and forced a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry!” As the sun finally set, you reached the dorms and said goodbye for the night.

After that, you continued to meet Midoriya for extra tutoring as well as basic fight training, and you started to become friends. Whenever you saw each other on the hallway, he smiled at you sweetly, and you even ate lunch together every now and then because he needed you to read over his homework before class.

The training with Midoriya was exhausting, the hero students had some insane workout routines that you could never dream of completing.

But like every week, there you were again in your PE clothes in the small park surrounding UA. Next to you stood Midoriya, currently telling you about the importance of stretching as you popped your joints with every single movement.

 After a while, Midoriya left you to do some push-ups while he activated his quirk to do some training on his own. He dropped his hoodie to the ground, exposing the many scars on his arms. It was not your first time seeing them, but they fascinated you every single time. Midoriya pushed himself so hard and got hurt so often, yet he never gave up on his dream of becoming a hero. You envied him a little – after all his quirk was insanely powerful. A sigh escaped you as you watched him from your planking position. “Are you done already?” Shit, Midoriya had caught you staring. A faint blush adorned his cheeks as he approached you, the green light from his quirk still surrounding him. “Yeah,” you lied, not having done a single push-up. You moved from your current position into a sitting one and Midoriya sat down as well.

“You didn’t do the push-ups, did you?” “You’re right, that was a lie,” you admitted. “You seem distracted, is there something on your mind?” Midoriya’s question caught you off-guard. “Of course, you don’t have to share, but I’m here to listen, if you’d like.” You nodded with a smile. “Thank you, Midoriya.” Taking a few deep breaths, you closed your eyes for a few seconds. The cool evening air smelled like grass and autumn, a calming scent that let you relax a little.

“One of my friends from class 1-C recently met her soulmate,” you told Deku. “Of course, I’m happy for her, she deserves it, but… but I’m jealous at the same time. People like her and you get to be happy with someone, but what about me? I-” you balled your hands to fists as tears dwelled in your eyes. “I’m just someone quirkless who’s doomed to never find someone, you know?” Before your tears started falling, you quickly wiped them away with your hand.

Midoriya looked at you with his brows furrowed. “You’re jealous of me? Because of the quirk I was born with?” His gaze fell on his hands. “Normally I don’t think about the soulmate thing too much, but- but I’ve fallen in love with someone born with a quirk.” Your breath got caught in your throat as you said it out loud for the first time. It was honestly surprising that you managed to admit that to yourself as well as to somebody else. Deku’s eyes shot up again and met yours.

“Oh,” he mumbled, “I’m sorry.” You let out a shaky sigh before you continued. “Deku, that person is you.” A sob shook your body. “But you have this amazing quirk, so I know that it’s already impossible, no matter what I do or what happens now that I told you.” Shock painted Midoriya’s face almost white. His mouth stood agape as he stared at you, no reaction. It was not like you had expected anything different to happen, but it still hurt. Your heart stung and the pain filled your whole chest.

Without your brain even telling your body to do anything, you got up and stood in front of Midoriya. “I’m sorry, forget it. I gotta go.” You turned around on your heels and made your way back to the dorms, stumbling across the grass with trembling legs. This was a nightmare. An actual nightmare. The cold breeze stung on your tear-stained cheeks, but the light of the dormitories was already in sight, promising warmth, and a blanket to hide beneath.

“Y/N! Wait!” You heard footsteps coming closer quickly and Midoriya’s voice yelling your name. “Please wait!” Your legs stopped walking by themselves and you came to a halt. “I- I-,” he struggled for words, but nothing came out, he just kept on stuttering incoherent words and sentences. He reached out and grabbed your hand loosely, but you still felt the way his fingers trembled. “Let me go, Midoriya.” With your free arm, you wiped the tears from your cheeks that had begun to fall again. “Please.” Your hand dropped to your chest and you clutched your shirt directly over your heart. It hurt. It hurt so damn much.

“No.” Midoriya’s voice was quite yet he was sure of what he said. “Y/N, I- that was a lie.” He panted slightly from running after you. “My quirk,” Midoriya sighed as his grip on your hand tightened a little. “I used to be quirkless!” It felt like time stopped around you, Midoriya’s yelling echoed in your head but you could not make sense of it. “What?” You turned around slowly. Midoriya’s eyes were red and filled with tears, and he seemed to struggle with keeping his composure.

“I was born quirkless,” he repeated, calmer this time. His hand let go off yours and limply dropped to his side. “Somebody else gave me my quirk.” “All Might,” you mumbled and Midoriya nodded in confirmation. “Yeah. I inherited his quirk One for All.” He shook his head shortly. “But that’s not important right now.” Midoriya took a step toward you.

“Y/N, I-” a blush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks in a soft pink. “-I believe that you are my soulmate.” For what felt like the hundredth time that day, your heart skipped a beat. “But- but quirkless people-” “-don’t have a soulmate?” Midoriya finished your sentence. “I don’t believe that. And even if I did, it wouldn’t stop me from… from…” The faint pink changed into a deep red. “…liking you…” Your breath got caught in your throat. “You’re joking, right?”

“No! I like you, Y/N,” Midoriya repeated, more confident this time. “And I didn’t say anything because I felt the same way about being quirkless as you do, and because I thought that someone somewhere received the same quirk as me, but that’s not the case. I was born quirkless and I fell for someone who was born quirkless too.” His lips quivered as he told you this, probably dwelling in memories. Midoriya took a step toward you.

“Y/N, it doesn’t matter if we actually are soulmates or not.” He reached out and took one of your hands in his once again. “It doesn’t stop me from liking you. Please, go out with me?” All you were able to do was giving him a short nod.

[goodlucktai]

enough here to survive

@natsumeweek 2021 day 3; seasons/change

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It will take almost a full year to convince his father. 

Shuuichi has to throw around words like “recruitment” and “investment” and “contingency” that taste like ash in his mouth, feeling like some kind of sleazy salesman. 

But that’s what it takes to get the man’s flat refusal to move into reluctant consideration instead. 

Explaining Takashi’s situation at home—describing his bruises and the way he flinches when someone raises their voice—isn’t enough to make his dad think it over, but his own family’s health and safety certainly is.

Shuuichi paints him a picture of a potentially powerful protector, should those vengeful spirits they’re all so afraid of come knocking someday; and, if that fails, a fall guy. A patsy. Someone to take the blame.

This is as much as Shuuichi can do for now. 

In the meantime, he picks Takashi up from school, as promised. 

Sometimes they end up in the park where Shuuichi will help him with his homework, and sometimes they end up at a combini where Shuuichi will cajole him into spoiling his dinner with expensive ice cream. Sometimes Takashi will have marks on his arms from human hands, but at least there are none left there from random yokai anymore. 

He comes out of his shell more and more every day, like a brave little hermit crab. It’s amazing the difference it makes just having someone around who sees the same world he sees. It makes a difference to Shuuichi, too. It peels him out of his bitter, angry armor, piece by piece.

Now and then, they encounter some of Shuuichi’s classmates around town. He doesn’t talk to much of anyone at school—and no one goes out of their way to talk to him, either—but apparently he’s much more approachable when there’s a little kid clinging to his hand. 

“Is this your brother, Natori?” Hinata, a girl from his homeroom, asks one day. They ran into her outside the convenience store and her eyes lit up when she saw them. Crouching in front of Takashi with bright eyes, she coos, “Oh, he looks just like you! You both have such fair hair.”

Takashi glances up as if to gauge Shuuichi’s reaction to this assessment, but at that moment, apparently, the lizard chooses to slink across the bridge of Shuuichi’s nose. Takashi dissolves into giggles, and Hinata clearly thinks he’s the cutest thing since Cinnamoroll. She refuses to let them leave until she’s bought Takashi some candy. 

After that she seeks Shuuichi out in class to ask about his brother—and then somehow that evolves into heated discussions about a TV drama they both follow religiously—and within a month Shuuichi ends up with her cellphone number and a standing invitation to watch new episodes with her and her boyfriend every Sunday. 

“My life has gotten a lot weirder with you in it, kid,” Shuuichi tells Takashi one day, only half-joking. 

He’s sitting in the grass with his arms spread out in front of him while Takashi conducts an experiment with the lizard tattoo, asking yes or no questions for it to respond to—right arm being ‘yes’ and left arm being ‘no.’ So far nothing much has come of it, the lizard curled up in the hollow of Shuuichi’s throat instead, but it seems to like the attention. It keeps wagging its head or tail when Takashi talks to it. At one point it appears to roll over. This is a magical development as far as the kid is concerned. 

“Good-weird?” Takashi asks hopefully. 

Rolling his eyes, Shuuichi says, “Obviously. You don’t have a bad bone in your body, Takashi.”

Takashi beams, as delighted by that as he is by the stupid tattoo. 

“You should give the lizard a name,” Takashi adds a beat later. 

“Absolutely not.”

Then one day in late September, Shuuichi stops by Takashi’s school only to find out he never showed up that morning. Takashi’s homeroom teacher recognizes him and seems to have made the same assumption everyone else has made. 

“Your parents called him in sick today,” she says, looking faintly worried. “I hope it’s nothing serious.”

Shuuichi doesn’t even remember to say goodbye. He just spins around and starts running. Sasago appears beside him, and he says, “Find him!”

For a shiki that doesn’t truly belong to him, she obeys swiftly. Takashi just has that effect on people.

Sasago has never had any trouble finding Shuuichi no matter where he goes. It’s not something he’s ever thought to test, it’s just something he counts on. He doesn’t know how he knows that she’ll be able to locate one little human in a city of about one million humans, but he knows she will. 

And she does. 

She returns to Shuuichi not even five minutes later and guides him to a nearby hospital.

He’s almost fifteen years old and entirely frantic, and if everyone is going to take one look at them and decide they’re family, then Shuuichi is going to make that work for him. 

“My little brother is here,” he says, his words coming out in unsteady lurches as he gulps for air. He doesn’t even have to fake the plea in his tone. He really doesn’t have to act at all. “Natsume Takashi, where is he?” 

Later on, he’ll scoff about the thin veneer of patient confidentiality, but he’s hardly going to complain about it now, as he’s almost immediately ushered down the hall. He outpaces the nurse when he sees Takashi’s name on a temporary door placard, and lets himself into the room without waiting for permission or approval. 

Some adults are lingering in the corner, talking in low voices, and they barely glance at Shuuichi when he barges in. Whatever, Shuuichi doesn’t care about them either. His eyes fly straight to his shiki, where she hovers protectively over a tiny figure huddled in the chair next to the window. 

Takashi has two black eyes and his arm is in a short cast. He doesn’t even lift his head when Shuuichi stumbles over to him.

“Oh my god, kid,” Shuuichi whispers. “Hey, look at me. Takashi?”

It takes a minute, but Takashi finally glances up at him through his fringe. Shuuichi sinks to his knees in front of the chair. It almost feels like the moment they first met, except it’s a different manner of monster that hurt him this time. And it’s not just cuts and bruises.

There are shadows in his face that have never been there before, ones that look as though they’ll cling to him permanently if no one does something about them. He seems so vacant and forgotten. None of the adults are even looking at him. It’s like no one sees him. He might as well be another ghost. 

“There’s nowhere else to send him,” one of the strangers by the door is saying grimly. “We might have to look into an institution.”

“Actually,” Shuuichi blurts loudly, “he’s coming with me.”

It turns out they have a lot of opinions about that but he doesn’t care. He scoops Takashi up and sits down in the chair Takashi was sitting in and holds him in both arms. Just refuses to get up or let go. His heart is rattling in his chest the whole time, but this is important. 

And Sasago is right beside them, where she always is. She’s ready to attack in whatever direction Shuuichi points her in. He won’t let it come to that, but it’s reassuring to have the option. 

Eventually, when it’s clear he won’t be reasoned with, someone calls his father. 

His father takes one look at Shuuichi and sighs. Shuuichi lifts his chin. His father calls the family attorney. 

Afternoon passes into evening. All the adults are having a heated, complicated-sounding conversation behind a closed door. When it becomes clear no one will be home in time for dinner, a receptionist stops by with sandwiches and sports drinks for Shuuichi and Takashi. Her eyes look ancient with sadness when she takes in Takashi’s battered little face. 

Takashi’s guardians finally show up when the supervising doctor and the Natori attorney start making noises about getting the police involved. By now, Takashi is asleep, but Shuuichi is still wide-awake. He glares at them with all the hate he keeps saved up in his heart for monsters. They don’t even glance at the boys on their way past.

“He’s a clumsy kid,” Shuuichi overhears the woman saying frantically, through the door she and her husband left cracked open behind them. “He fell down the stairs.”

Bullshit, Shuuichi thinks, and is surprised to hear his father say it at the same time. 

“Apparently the child has made quite the impression on the staff here,” their attorney says amiably. You’d never guess how blood-thirsty he actually was from his tone. There’s a reason the Natori family keeps him on retainer. “We’ve got quite a few people willing to come forward if this situation goes to court. Maybe there’s a way we could settle this peacefully.”

By midnight, all the papers are in order. Bureaucracy moves quickly when you have enough money to throw at the right people. Takashi’s guardians sign him away like he’s a used car they don’t want anymore and arrange a time to drop off all of his possessions, and that’s it. 

Shuuichi is no longer an only child. 

It might not stand up if a long-lost relative comes along and presses for custody, but relatives like that seem to be in short supply in Takashi’s family. 

“He’ll be your responsibility,” his father says on the ride home, as if he’s not talking to a teenager who shouldn’t even be responsible for himself, let alone a five-year-old. 

Shuuichi nods anyway. Takashi is asleep against his side again, a heavy reminder. Shuuichi will do whatever he has to. He’ll be whatever he needs to be. 

He promised Takashi he would keep the monsters away, and that’s what he’s going to do.

[redsandroses]

The Vibrator Incident

Warnings: smut, fingering, use of vibrators, public sex (yes at school)

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader  

Word count:2k

You loved your biology class. It wasn't early in the morning, you liked learning about nature but most importantly you had a statue called Chan, sitting right in front of you. Every wednesday and friday for the last three months, you put on your best look and went into class with the need of seeing him and finally maybe one day him doing some dirty with you somewhere.

If you had to describe Chan, he was the perfect boy one could ever imagine. He was good looking- in fact a bit too much good looking- he was such a sweetheart, he helped everyone he could, he was in the popular group but didn't really hang out with them that much- he hated the way they treated others sometimes- So basically he was an angel but in the body of a devil. He would mostly wore hoodies when it's not too hot but some days he would wear tshirts that showed how perfect his body was. Not to mention his fine looking ass in every pant he wore. So yeah it wouldn't be wrong if you said you were falling for this guy here.

Oh and his perfume was the best scent you've ever came across to. You were going to class early just so when he comes, you can smell his freshly sprayed perfume. And today was no different than the others but you were up to something today. Last week you bought a vibrator that you could plug in and go around with it. It had a small controller which helped with the intensity. You were loving this new toy of yours. Ever since you got it, you imagined Chan humming on your pussy while eating you out and making that vibration, while using it. What a dream...

You decided to have the vibrator in you for a day, just for fun. It's not like you were going to do anything with it. So before classes start, you put the vibrator in you and put the controller in your pencil case. It only made you feel full but you got used to it after a while.

Today was presentation day in bio and your teacher always left during those. So you could drool over Chan comfortably. You wore a skirt that once you saw him checking you out while you were wearing those. You knew he liked them. They were a bit short according to school rules but still in between them so that was okay. And who cared, if you were comfortable in them.

The first hour was so boring that at one point you fell asleep and woke up when Chan put his arm onto your desk. He accidentally hit your arm and you fake cried. He kissed his hand and put it on your arm "there, now it's gone, don't be a crybaby" he laughed. The way he said it with his accent and lowered voice made you feel hot. And suddenly you remembered the vibrator in you. You wondered what he would think if he knew about it.

Then in the second hour, it was Chan's turn to present. He got up, looking like a greek god with his toned body covered with a black shirt, he unbottoned the first two buttons like he was dedicated to kill you. And his ass on the his black jeans was a sight to see. While he was doing his presentation, you tried to focus on what he was talking about but it was impossible with that dirty mind of yours. Your teacher left a while ago and nearly all of your classmates were sleeping. He was only going on because you and a couple of others were listening. So you thought it would be a good idea to turn on the vibrator in you, just to see how it felt while looking at Chan.

The second you pushed the button, you almost screamed. It was too good of a feeling. Then you just closd your eyes and imagined him on top of you, pounding in you. Time to time you opened your eyes and looked around to see if anyone noticed because you didn't want anyone to find out. Just the risk felt good.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't realise Chan was coming closer to you. You were biting on your fingers to mute the sounds you were dying to let out. He was looking for his pen that he dropped a minute ago. "I think I'll leave it where it is and go back to my presentation." he said after a while.

And he stopped talking and moving for a moment. He was now next to you, on the ground.

You came back to reality when you heard Chan gasp. "I- um okay so I think um I think I will stop my presentation here um yeah so thank you for listening and um yeah" he was flustered. His hand were on his crotch and you immediately understood he found out what was going on. And you felt a bit embarrassed but you were also smirking cause of the effect. "Bingo" you thought. Chan collected his stuff and came back to his chair, and he put his head onto his desk. A minute later he gave you a piece of paper. It said:

"you be a good one and stay on your seat after everyone leaves and I will give you the pleasure you so desperately need <3

                                                                                soon to be your daddy"

You could feel your face heating up. That was exactly what you wanted but now that it was going to happen you were kind of anxious. "Whatever" you thought, "I already used a vibrator during class so he might as well fuck me here too." The minutes were passing really slow and you fell asleep with other's boring presentations.

You were so deep in your sleep that you didn't even hear the bell. But you woke up to something much better. Chan was sitting on his desk with the controller on his hand, switching the buttons. "Mmmh- ah fuck" you jumped on your chair. "Hello there slut." he said smirking. You hid your face with your hands but he reached to your face and made you look at him. "Now is no time to be shy baby, you were already getting off to me making a presentation about trees. How is this more embarrassing?" You didn't know what to say, he was right.

"Now tell me what were you planning on when you come to school with a fucking vibrator in you, hm?" "I- I was j-just trying to s-see how it would feel, i-if I had it in for the whole day." "Oh I see, baby likes feeling full huh?" You nodded as you looked down to your legs. "Look up babygirl, I have something better that can make feel you more than full." he said, taking your hands to his belt. then he stopped. "You want this right?" he asked. You nodded. "Use your word baby, I need to hear it." "Yes, yes I want it. I need it please." "Good girl. Now help me get rid of these." You took his belt off and unzip his pants. As you were taking of his boxers he stopped you. "Patient there. First you, get on the desk now I'm gonna lock the door. We wouldn't want anyone to find out what a slut you are." You got on the desk as he said and watched him go lock the door. Fuck, did his ass looked thick in those boxers. You were drooling at this point. You needed him. "Okay now, open your pretty legs." You slowly opened them but still were shy. He slapped tour thigh. "You think we have the whole day here sweetie? Come on don't be shy, I'm your daddy now." He sat down on a chair and got between your legs. He licked your thighs and finally came in touch with your pussy. You bit onto your hand to silence yourself. "Good girl, don't make any noise now. If you do, I'll go and take this vibrator with me too." "Nooo don't do that please I'll be quiet."

"Now you have to" he said as took off your underwear and filled your mouth with it. He was now teasing your clit with his finger, making you clench around the vibrator in you. He saw that and took the vibrator out slowly, making you clench around nothing this time. "You are only allowed to clench on my dick." He was now pushing two fingers in you. "You got this wet for me?" he looked at you in awe. "Cute." "Daddy, please fuck me now. I can't take this emptiness anymore." you said muffled. "Don't talk while your mouth is full babygirl and I will do-" he took his boxer off and gave himself a few strokes, then pushed his tip in "-just that now" you rolled your eyes back, even with only his tip in, you were satisfied. "More." He put his hands onto the desk and got you caged there. And he pushed all of him in with a groan "Fuck- how are you this tight." You let out a muffled scream, eyes watering a little. When he saw that, he stopped and caressed your face, took the underwear out of your mouth "should I stop? Is this hurting too much. I will stop, just say the words." You shook your head no. "You have to say it baby." he said. "No, please don't ever stop. I'll adjust in a second, just move slowly for now." you said. He wiped the tears of your face and made a soft move. He was going really slow this time not to hurt you but you needed more. "It's okay Chan you can go harder now." His eyes lit up. "Okay but I won't go full for now. I don't want to hurt you. Maybe next time with more foreplay." He took himself out and pushed back in. You could swear you were seeing stars. His girthy and just the perfect length cock was doing wonders in you. Reaching to places no one has ever reached before.

And he found the right spot like he knew where it was before. You were clenching around him, needing a release. "Stop- clenching- this much. I won't be able to- hold it in." he said, thrusting with every word. "Come in me Channie." you said. He stopped. "Was that my name baby?" he lifted an eyebrow. You closed your mouth, looking at him with puppy eyes "n-no. I'm sorry daddy." He pushed your hand and put his fingers in your mouth, started thrusting again. "Good girls know what they need to say. But I see, you are not one." You couldn't answer, you were so close. "I know- but please I won't do it again. I want to cum. Please make me cum all over your cock daddy." "Oh I will baby." he took his fingers out and took your spit with them and reached to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." he said with a deep thrust. "Aaah- f-fuck fuck mmmh" the orgasm he gave you, was different than the others. You felt all your muscles relax and shaking meanwhile. But he kept thrusting. "Can daddy cum in you baby. I'm close." "Yes daddy, yes come in me. I wanna hold your cum in." your eyes were watering again, overstimulation being too much. He came after a few more thrusts. You immediately closed your legs after he pulled himself out. "I wanna keep it in daddy, can I?" He was now sitting on a chair, trying to catch his breath. "Maybe next time baby, not at school. I want baby to be clean, so let me grab a tissue." he reached to his backpack and took out some tissues. First he cleaned himself and got dressed. Then he came to you and cleaned you gently. With every touch your body was jolting, still sensitive from the orgasm.

After he cleaned you and helped you get dressed, he kissed you on your forehead "thank you y/n, I was waiting for this for a long time now. And today with this skirt and the vibration thing, I knew you wanted it too."

"No thank you Chan. I've been waiting this since the first day I saw you and you were amazing." you pecked his lips. "Now we should go but maybe I can come to your home tonight and we can 'study'?" he laughed. "Yes Chan we should do that, I missed most of your presentation." "Ah yeah you were being a slut, how did I forget that part?" you raised your arms “Okay okay, I’m guilty I know.” he chuckled “I can’t wait to hold those arms there while I fuck you tonight.”

[mimi-cee-hq]

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader

Pairing: Kyoutani x f!Reader

Summary: Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons.

Genre and Tropes: Cute childhood friends fluff!

Words: 2,218

This is for the July HQWN monthly prompt event. I'm using the International Kissing Day prompt.

Author's Notes: This is a match-up story for an anon. Thanks to @kingkags for beta reading the first half of the story. :) 

To anon, I don't think I captured your personality very well because I only write PG. loll. I tried to keep the main aspects of your description, so I hope you still like it. >.<

*****

“I still can’t believe that’s Mad Dog’s girlfriend.”

There were crackles from the meat cooking at the neighbouring table. Y/n lit the barbeque for their own table as she welcomed them. The entire team was curious to see what sort of girl Kyoutani was dating so Yahaba and Watari decided on her family's restaurant when they organized a graduation party for the third years.

Y/n smiled at the boys, “What would you like to order?”

The large bow in her hair bounced as she nodded, taking their orders. After she went through the list she wrote, confirming their preferences, she pushed up her round glasses with her knuckles before she left to process the order.

After Oikawa finished gawking at her, he turned to Kyoutani and asked, “How the heck did you end up with such a sweet and innocent girlfriend?”

Kyoutani, just when he was about to sip his drink, let out a snort instead. They were lucky. If the drink was in his mouth, it would have ended up in their faces.

*****

A tiny young girl stood in front of Kyoutani in the living room of her house. “Kyoutani, this is Y/n,” her mother introduced her to the five-year-old boy.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and waved at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyo-chan.” The black bow in her hair slightly shifted as she gave him a small polite nod.

Kyoutani jumped back a couple of feet, clutching his mom’s shirt once he was at her side. He gave a low growl as he glared at her. He had a feeling he should be weary of her.

“Ooo,” Y/n cooed. “Can we keep him?” she asked her mom, giggling.

“What?”

“He’s so cute!” Y/n told her. “He’s like a puppy!”

“He’s not a dog!” Y/n’s mom scolded her.

Kyoutani continued to scowl at Y/n. When his mom left his side, he tensed up, and retreated to the far side of a couch. He gritted his teeth and sat with all fours on a cushion, not allowing his eyes to leave Y/n’s even as their mothers walked out of the room.

Y/n ran to her well-worn toy box and stuck her head in. After she searched through it, she told him, “Look, Kyo-chan!” She held up a bright red leaf. “I have one for you too!” she said, revealing a second one. She continued to share about how she picked them up a few days ago when she marvelled at the trees turning into various shades of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Kyoutani, with his hands still tense, inched closer towards Y/n. Once beside her, he took the leaf from her hand. Staring at the intricate veins on the red leaf, he noted that it was whole and not bent or damaged. His eyes grew as he stared in awe, his scowl finally disappearing and his eyebrows relaxed.

“It’s pretty—,” he started to say. But just as he tilted his head up to look at Y/n, her face was right in front of his. And then she stole a kiss from him.

She giggled.

Kyoutani jumped back, cheeks red and ears flaring. Seeing his reaction, Y/n fell on the floor laughing.

Clenching his teeth, he knew he should have trusted his instincts and shouldn’t have let his guard down. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

“Mommy! Kyo-chan bit me!”

*****

“It’s your turn,” Kyoutani told Y/n with a smirk. He was one pair of cards ahead of her in their game of Go Fish, but she didn't give up yet.

Y/n’s mom was watching the two kids play through the opened sliding door to their backyard. A cool spring breeze would sometimes enter the kitchen as she prepared some kimchi for a future meal. She could see the two sitting on an outdoor mat as they continued taking turns removing a card from the other’s hand.

Now at eight-years-old, Kyoutani would often be at Y/n’s house whenever his parents needed a babysitter. He still didn’t exactly like Y/n, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

At first he wouldn’t even talk to her. He would sit at the couch, cautious of Y/n’s every move, waiting for his parents to come back. But Y/n’s parents were kind to him. They noticed Kyoutani’s discomfort so sometimes her dad would take him out of the house. Some days it would be for ice cream. Other days they’d grab a burger. He even brought Kyoutani to a volleyball game once. But over this past year, Kyoutani finally got along with Y/n - or at least enough to get through a couple of games.

Kyoutani eyed at the two cards in Y/n’s hand, wearing his perpetual scowl. He licked his lips just before he grabbed a card from Y/n. He placed his pair of cards on the mat with a smirk. He won.

“You cheated!” Y/n accused him. Kyoutani rolled his eyes, accustomed with Y/n’s inability to lose. “I demand a rematch!”

“Hmph,” Kyoutani crossed his arms, scowling as he looked away.

Y/n’s mom sighed and shook her head. “When are they finally going to get along,” she commented to herself.

“We do get along!” Y/n told her mom. As if to prove her point, she quickly leaned towards Kyoutani to give him a peck on his cheek.

He flinched and shuffled away from Y/n, grimacing at her gesture. She laughed at his reaction as usual.

“What did I tell you about kissing Kyoutani!” her mom scolded her. “You’re torturing the poor boy!”

“But I only kissed his cheek this time!”

As Y/n continued to argue with her mom, Kyoutani attempted to scratch the cooties off his cheek, unaware of the red hue on his face.

*****

Kyoutani got out of bed after hearing pebbles tapping his bedroom window. He pushed the curtains open to see Y/n below, standing in front of his house. After nearly seven years of knowing her, she still does things that he could never predict. He groaned as he watched her breathe into her palms and rub them together. There was no snow on the ground, yet it was cold enough to see her breath. Y/n wore earmuffs which matched the signature black bow in her hair.

When he let her in, she threw off her scarf and earmuffs, letting out a big yawn before curling up on his living room couch.

“Why are you here when you're so tired?” Kyoutani asked her.

“I stayed up last night to finish up that history project with Kimiko,” she replied, not quite answering his question. “I shouldn’t have paired up with her,” she laughed. “She thought I was smart because I worked hard. But I thought she was smart because she hung out with the smart kids.”

Kyoutani smirked, taking a seat at her feet as she lay on the couch.

“Turns out we both share a brain cell,” she giggled. “Kimiko is fun but she’s too much of a clown. We get so distracted when we’re together. I don't know if we'll get an A." She groaned. "Remind me to never do a project with her again.”

“Never do a project with her again,” Kyoutani plainly told her with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes and then jabbed his side with her toes. Kyoutani jerked away from her feet and shoved them away.

Y/n sat up beside him and hugged her legs. She turned to look at him and said, “Don’t you wish we were in the same class so we could study together?” 

Kyoutani feigned disgust at the thought.

“Hm?” she prodded as she batted her eyes at him. When she leaned in closer to him, pretending to kiss him, Kyoutani pushed her face away with his whole palm. She pouted, then got up to finally open the paper gift bag she brought with her.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out her notebook, pieces of coloured paper peeking out of the edges. She stood in front of him, revealing the notebook’s cover. Y/n had pasted together a picture of the two of them with the words “Happy 12th birthday” written underneath in her handwriting.

Kyoutani blinked a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His shoulders relaxed, still staring at the scrapbook.

“I know it’s still a few hours until your birthday, but I didn’t want to miss it—”

Kyoutani wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up before she started to pat his head.

Kyoutani had a rough day. He heard his teammates talking behind his back again. He didn't care to be their friends, but he at least longed for a team where he felt like he was wanted.

Y/n kissed his hair and hugged his head. Kyoutani sighed, deciding this was enough for now. He could be a lone wolf with volleyball knowing he didn't have to be one with her.

*****

Textbooks, pens and notebooks covered the kitchen table. Y/n dropped her head on her notes, exhausted from studying.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit,” she told Kyoutani. “Wake me up if I actually fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” he replied as he scrunched his brows, still glaring at the words in his textbook.

“Because I'll fail the test tomorrow.”

Kyoutani glanced at Y/n, her necklace catching his eye. Its pendant dangled as she stirred with her eyes still closed.

“Where’s your uniform's bow?”

“I threw it out.”

“What?”

“I know,” she yawned. “But it doesn't match this bow,” she said, pointing to her hair. “And I like this necklace.”

“Whatever.” Kyoutani didn’t bother. He knew the teachers would let her get away with it anyway. Even if they asked about her modification, she would just claim she lost it.

Kyoutani checked his phone. It was July 6, one of the days Y/n used as an excuse to flirt with him. He frowned, knowing that lately, he wasn't the only person she teased.

They entered high school that year. With new faces, students were eager to get to know each other. Some looked to make new friends while others searched for dating potentials. So there was one guy who made a pass on Y/n, and as they got to know each other, Y/n started to tease and flirt with him too.

Whenever Kyoutani saw them together, he shoved the guy aside and took Y/n with him. Y/n would prod him, asking if he was jealous. He denied it every time. He knew she wasn't serious when she flirted. She just liked getting a reaction.

Like with him.

He sighed at his unrequited feelings, pondering the pointlessness of them. It was pathetic. Gazing at Y/n shut eyelids, he wondered if he should put his feelings to rest too.

“I’m awake!” Y/n exclaimed, popping her head up and causing Kyoutani to flinch. He relaxed when she plopped her head back on the table. She turned to Kyoutani, staring at him. Kyoutani blinked a few times, wondering if she was going to say something. She did.

“Kyo-chan, you’re so pretty.”

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, knowing she was in her loopy mode and definitely too sleepy. “You should go home now.”

“Noooo~ I don’t want to.”

He rubbed his head, not knowing what to do with her. “Ugh, just go already,” he complained, grabbing her arm.

“But I want to stay with you,” she replied. He scoffed, shoving her arm back to her, before she continued. “I love you, Kyo-chan.”

Kyoutani choked up a bit. Did she really mean that? He studied her eyes, realizing she was serious. But his doubts still lingered, hesitant to reply.

He went for it. He didn't care anymore. He took this opening, hoping to keep his feelings alive and awake.

So he swooped in to give her a deep kiss, finally releasing the months - no, probably years - of longing for her. And she returned it.

After they broke apart, she commented with a smirk, "Did you remember it was international kissing day?"

"No, I forgot," he lied, going for another kiss.

*****

"I can't believe Yahaba got sick and missed this," whispered Oikawa.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replied with a smirk. "He was the one who was curious about her the most."

Kyoutani watched Y/n as she came back to their table. She took the seat beside him and snuggled up against him when he placed his arm around her. She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss. Kyoutani gave a snort and rolled his eyes. But upon seeing her frown, he decided to give her a peck anyway.

"Ewww...," Hanamaki teased them.

"PDA! PDA!" Matsukawa chanted.

Kyoutani glared at them while Y/n giggled at his reaction like usual.

*****

Bonus/ Preview

Their team's manager fidgeted at the table, glancing at her wrist after scanning the restaurant. "Kindaichi," she whispered, nudging him. "Where's Kunimi?"

"He said his mom needed him for something."

"Oh," was all that came out of her lips. It seemed like she would have to wait until the new school year to see him again.

*****

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it. :) I can't believe I was able to make a cute story for Kyoutani. lollll.

Also, their team manager is Y/n from WWYTF SMAU (completed) and Kimiko is Y/n from my Yahaba fic. Now a bunch of my fics are in the same world because I thought it would be fun. lol! (FYI, that wasn't the real reason why Kunimi wasn't there.)

*****

Matchup request description from anonymous: (For the longest time, I didn't know what to do with this. lol. I'm sorry I took so long to write this.)

Hi ^^ I like your writing and saw you were taking match up requests. I'm a small korean girl under 5ft. I have black wavy hair that is barely above my shoulders but I tie it back half up half down style with a black bow uwu. I also have wispy bangs with a round face and a small nose. I have round circle glasses that fall down cause of my small nose. In my spare time I do art. I usually paint, scrapbook, and edit. If I'm with friends I play card games but I get kinda competitive 💫

💫When I get comfortable with someone I start to become more of myself. In school I work really hard so people assume I'm smart. I also watch my words so people think I'm sweet and innocent. That's the complete opposite with my friends. I tend to flirt with them so I end up saying sexual things. And I won't hesitate to put my friends in pain by speaking uwu. With my 0 braincells I decided I would do anything almost anything for the aesthetic. Breaking dress code is one of them. 💫

Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

[dat-town]

colour the world with you

Characters: Yeonjun & You

Genre: fluff

Setting: witch shop au

Summary: The crazy hair coloured guy working at the witch shop where your grandma has you run errands for her keeps getting on your nerves.

Words: 3.7k

Author’s note: title is from TXT’s Your Light

For @restlessmaknae​ to fill your holidays with colours, smiles and happiness.

You told yourself you weren't a believer. People talked about magic as if they had seen it happen but you were doubtful, even when your weak grandma asked you to get a potion for her. When doctors couldn't help, she always turned to alternative methods even though you thought just taking her pills could have helped her. But no, she insisted, put the money into your hands and told you to ask for Han halmeoni's usual. You gritted your teeth but despite not saying it, you were upset how people out there could take advantage of naive elders with their expensive fake herb drinks. Though, you knew better than anyone that arguing with your grandma wouldn't have led anywhere since she was just as stubborn as you. So you agreed with a smile and promised you would get the potion the next day.

Finding the shop called Magic Island – what an obnoxious name for real – was easier than you thought. Witchcraft wasn't hunted or looked down upon as it used to be but you really didn't expect to find it between a coffee shop and a bookstore. From outside it seemed like any other store with its glass windows though it was more colourful and lively than most due to the flowers by the door and the dreamcatcher on the door. You double checked the name and the address then tentatively pressed down on the handle.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, the smell of herbs and spices, burning candle scents and warmth hit you in waves. The whole place gave off a very soothing and welcoming vibe and while the interior was even more colourful than the outside, nothing stood out as much as the vivid blue hair of the guy behind the counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" he inquired, voice mellow and smile kind. The thin, light blue sweater he wore showed a bit of one of his collarbones and the dangling earring he had in one ear had small blue stones in it. You felt like you had never seen anybody like him.

"I came to pick up something for my grandma, Han halmeoni's usual potion," you recited the rehearsed speech before you could have blurted out something rude. At the mention of your granny, the cashier boy's eyes lit up and he smiled wider.

"Ah, just a minute," he excused himself and leaned down, opening small cabinets full of folies and cans under the counter until he found the glass of the thick green liquid. "Is halmeoni alright though? Has her knee been acting up again?" he asked while he rang up the product and you shouldn't have been surprised that your grandma probably told him about all her life.

"It's her waist this time," you said curtly, wanting to get over the payment as soon as possible. But even after the machine beeped accepting your credit card, the boy with his crazy hair switched on his employee of the mouth smile and kept you there with his rambling:

"It seems like you're quite stressed and anxious recently. Wouldn't you like some chamomile-lavender tea? Or we have a peppermint-citrus cream for headaches, too or–"

"I'm fine," you cut him off not too nicely. Argh... you hated when cashiers were so noisy and he even acted like he knew you just because you weren't in a good mood today but that had nothing to do with your usual exam stress. He couldn't have known about that anyway. And as if some cream would have helped!

The next time you saw the boy he had yellow locks. The unnatural, bright yellow like the fermented radish you liked so much with your traditional Korean dishes. Of course, you didn't go to his shop out of boredom or happiness but for your grandmother's sake you didn't want her to travel across half the city just to get her favourite tea leaves for better digestion. It had been about two months since you had visited the colourful shop, so the changes shouldn't have taken you so aback – after all every shop was usually decorated according to the season – and yet, for a moment you just stood there in the bright warmth of the sunlit room full of buttercups and sunflowers. It almost seemed like the same cashier guy as last time had a hair colour to fit the enterieur but that sounded a bit too ridiculous. Who would have dyed their hair because of their workplace's new decoration? Though who worked at a witch shop in the first place?

"Hi! How can I help you today?" the boy, Yeonjun according to his name tag, flashed a beaming smile at you. He seemed really giddy all the time, maybe being surrounded by all these herbs all day long did something to his brain… or maybe got him high.

"I would like to have a packet of Island of Calm tea," you told him straight, wanting to make it a real quick in and out.

"Ah, for your grandma? I'm glad it helps her," the boy smiled at you sweetly and started humming an annoyingly cheerful song while preparing the packet neatly. He wrapped it up, put on a sticker with good wishes before he would have turned to the cashier machine.

You had already prepared with your wallet but instead of letting you know the price, this Yeonjun guy decided to play with your nerves.

"Sorry about the other day if I came off too strong. We have amulets too if you prefer…"

You slammed down the money on the counter, grabbed the tea and turned to walk out on him before he could have finished that. But...

"It will rain today. Take an umbrella," he shouted after you which only made you snicker.

Hah, who was this guy? He should have minded his own business! The weather forecast didn't say anything about rain anyways.

"I'm fine," you bit at him and walked out.

It didn't even take 10 minutes though for you to get soaking wet in a sudden summer downpour. Under your breath you kept cursing the guy from the magic shop although he had nothing to do with the rain. He just had a good guess.

You really didn't want to go back to the shop. It gave you the chills, like that uneasiness in the stomach that made you want to throw up. You didn't want to go back because you didn't want to hear that crazy hair coloured guy's unwanted preaching about your stress level. You might have been a bit on the edge these days but you were okay, you could handle it. Even if you wished your group partners to Hell sometimes because they couldn't even answer your questions about the schedule and the presentation in your KKT group chat, even if your teacher was a pain in the ass moving the classes as he pleased as if you had nothing better to do. Even if an upcoming family gathering was unnerving you because you didn't want to hear them comparing you to your relatives. It was just a bad time, it would pass, you told yourself, nothing to whine about.

So you took a deep breath, list in hand and you raised your chin before you stepped inside the so-called magic shop. You planned ahead: going to the counter, handing over the list, pretending to get a phone call and leave. Easy and interaction-free. But the moment you stepped inside, the sight this time took your breath away.  You really didn't understand how and why the store changed its interior so drastically and so frequently but this look was even more breathtaking than the ones before.

The whole place had a pink hue, it even smelled like cotton candy and everything had this rosy colour from afar. The ceiling looked like a pink sky with white cloud decorations made of cotton. The dreamcatchers and amulets hanging down all sparkled in the shade of blue hour and you forgot why you came for a moment.

"Pretty, isn't it?" A voice spoke up from beside you and only then you realised that the cashier boy wasn't behind the counter like usual but instead he was walking between the shelves in the book section, holding a few volumes in his arms. You jumped at his sudden closeness, blinking up at him surprised and it took you a moment too long to process what you had been seeing.

The guy had bright pink hair.

And it looked strangely good on him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned and only then you realised that you had been staring. At the way his locks looked against his tanned forehead. At the way he pulled his mouth into a gentle smile and suddenly you felt like the air was getting sucked out of your lungs. What the hell were you doing? Why did he suddenly have such an effect on you?

"Yeah, I'm fine," you muttered, clearing your throat, stepping away.

You walked up to the counter confidently and the boy didn't try to stop you. He didn't say anything, not even as he followed you and took your paper with the list your grandma suddenly needed after you complained to her about the nosy guy in the shop. He prepared the small box with different herbs, creams and lucky charms wordlessly which was a bit unsettling. You only met him twice before yet it seemed like it was out of character for him. But you tried not to think too much into it and just watched him work.

When Yeonjun read your total out loud for you and you handed your card to him there was something knowing in his eyes that you couldn't quite put a finger on.

"You know you should really stop saying you're fine when you aren't," he spoke up finally when he gave you back the plastic but instead of letting it go, he looked down on your hand intently. Not understanding the reason behind it you followed his gaze and saw that you managed to cut your finger earlier with the paper when you got startled. You didn't even feel it up until then even though it drew a bit of blood, a few drops drying on your index finger.

"Let me," the boy muttered as he let go and looked around on a shelf not far from the counter.

"It's nothing really," you protested but you felt bad because he shouldn't have been worried about you just because it was him who got you scared. You should have paid more attention.

"It could get infected," he reasoned as he got back with some lotion in a small capsule. He took your hand, gentle and you realised that his hands were soft despite the calluses on his fingertips. Not to mention, it was endearing how attentive he was, even sticking out his tongue a bit in concentration as he put a plaster over the oil-coated wound.

"Thanks," you breathed not really knowing what else you could say and you couldn't even anymore, not with the way he smiled at you, warm like the Sun and soothing like spring breezes.

As you were leaving you couldn't help but think that the way he said those words about you pretending to be okay was about more than just your scar. Maybe he had a great sense for such things.

It was not until you got home that you noticed the extra object in the packet you bought at the shop. You even double-checked with your grandma's list but a scent bag of herbs for better sleeping weren't on that and you didn't even pay for that, so how?

The answer was ridiculously easy: the cashier guy must have sneaked it into your bag, yet you didn't get his reason and why he always tried to have a say in your life but then you looked down on the cute pink plaster on your finger and decided to accept the gift. Even though you didn't believe in it, you put it under your pillow for the night like you were instructed. You almost forgot about it because by the time it was bedtime for you your head was full of unnecessary drama and thoughts that were driving you crazy. On nights like this it was hard to fall asleep because you had too many what ifs going on inside of your head. But this time, even before you could have realised it, you were already drifting off to sleep, tense shoulders relaxing, head empty. You didn't remember when you last slept so well.

So maybe it was confusion, gratitude or the mix of those two that led you back to the Magic Island only a few days later, this time without your grandma having to make you. This time you were expecting the change of interior, so the universe-like violet colours and planets flying around (must be some kind of trick) didn't take you that aback. Yeonjun was nowhere to be seen even though the bells rang prettily above the door when you arrived.

For once, you decided to take a look around, so tentatively you wandered deeper into the store, into parts you hadn't been before. You had seen tarot cards in one corner and Ouija boards in another, there were books about ghosts and other dimensions. There was a whole section about curses and a closed off one for potions. You were reading some of the ridiculously long tea names (and why does The night when the world has burned, we are… has chilli in it anyways?) when you heard someone clear their throat. You turned around to face them but your hello died on the tip of your tongue.

Now Yeonjun's hair was purple, that dark but warm kind, like nights on which the sky seemed to embrace you.

"Does halmeoni need something else?" he looked up at you with a genuine, kind smile.

"No, I... Actually I just wanted to thank you for the scent bag," you muttered under your nose, a bit embarrassed but determined to be a bigger person and not act petty over an act of kindness.

"Did it help?" Yeonjun's eyes lit up immediately, straight up happily when you nodded. The smile on his face widened. "Then you're welcome."

You just stood there, uncertain, not knowing what to say or do because apparently he was well aware that he gifted you that and it seemed like he didn't expect anything in return. Not to mention that he figured out that you barely had any sleep lately and cinnamon was one of your favourite scents. Was it just a coincidence? Or did the bags under your eyes betray you like that? Was cinnamon just a lucky guess?

"How did you know?" you blurted out eventually, not getting over your internal struggle. For a moment Yeonjun just looked at you, really looked as if he tried to figure you out and he was rather tentative when he spoke up:

"You don't believe in magic, do you?"

You raised an eyebrow as if asking: seriously? at which he let out a chuckle. His laughter made such a pleasant sound!

"Well, then you could say it was just a good hunch," he shrugged and his carefree attitude made you even more curious, throwing you more recklessly into the unknown.

"And if I said I believe in it?" you wondered out loud and the cashier guy looked back at you as if it was a challenge. Maybe it was since you were interested in how he would try to convince you about magic being real.

"It's your aura," he said simply, looking at you and at the same time around you and started explaining:  "It has a different energy based on your mood and well-being. It wasn't that hard to figure out based on that."

You hummed, trying to see whether your rational mind could take it as an answer but even auras and halos and such seemed too... intangible for you. Yeonjun must have sensed your hesitance because a moment later he straightened his back and tilted his head.

"It's easier to show you," he offered, waiting, patient. He must have learned that being pushy with you didn't work because the more he insisted, the more you resisted. But putting it this way: him offering a chance for you to see and believe but with no pressure, it made you halt. Because all your life you had liked certain things. You liked plans, schedules, believing in things you saw or experienced. Maybe that's why magic had always been obnoxious for you: you had met with too many liars and fakes.

You slowly, tentatively nodded.

"Close your eyes," Yeonjun smiled at you encouragingly and albeit not liking the idea of becoming vulnerable even this much, you obeyed.  About five seconds passed before the boy called your name. "You can open them."

Not expecting any big change, you were at a loss of words when Yeonjun stood in front of you with silver grey hair. And not just that! The shop's interior changed in a blink of a minute, too. It was no longer purple but rather monochrome, serious, angular.

"How?" you gasped in awe.

"Magic," Yeonjun smiled and laughed at you before explaining that his mother was a witch, so he's partly one too and that the shop is enchanted, changing based on his mood or will, similarly as his hair colour. It was still unbelievable but you couldn't deny the obvious, so instead of protesting against it anymore, you threw your dozen questions at the boy to which he answered very enthusiastically.

After that afternoon, you slowly started to become a regular at Magic Island. Not only when your grandma had an errand to run but you visited the shop even when you got tired of your scent bag's type or due to another excuse. It was easy to come up with those when you had so many questions. With Yeonjun by your side guiding you through a whole new world opened up in front of you. After your uni classes, you sometimes dropped by to read a book between the shelves about auras and the harmony with nature or potions that actually worked until Yeonjun found you there. Sometimes he called you out on never buying the books but it was only a friendly, teasing banter that ended up with him inviting you over for some herb tea matching your mood (a lot of sweet strawberry and rose mint lately). On other occasions, he joined you on the floor, leaning his back onto the bookshelf too, his arm almost brushing yours as he asked about what you were currently reading about.

He also told you a lot of fun stories and while chuckling over his jokes your stomach didn't ache only due to laughter. You hated to call this feeling as 'butterflies in your stomach' but you had no better word for it and being so good at reading your aura, Yeonjun must have known, too. Yet, he didn't say anything, so you decided to take matters into your hands.

When you opened the door of the magic store on that chilly December afternoon after finally finishing with your exams before winter break, the first thing that hit you was the cinnamon and plum scent. You inhaled deeply and smiled at the Christmassy atmosphere inside the store with the festive decoration. Yeonjun must have had the holiday spirit these days, you thought and it seemed like right because the boy walked out of the storage room in a cute snowman sweater and with faded lavender coloured hair.

"Heya, how was the exam?" he turned to you with a bright smile which you couldn't help but mimic as you walked up to the other side of the counter.

"Manageable," you shrugged, happy that you were finally done with it. Then before you could have chickened out during your conversation, you blurted out: "Do you perhaps have the opposite of love potions?"

"Like an antiserum? Did someone give you a love potion?" Yeonjun wiggled his eyebrows but his tone was kind of worried. Cute, you noted.

"No but I'd like this stupid crush gone," you sighed and even grimaced for impact, watching the boy's reaction closely but he seemed more curious and a bit confused than anything.

"Why?"

"I just..." You vaguely threw your hands up and pouted which Yeonjun must have found endearing because the mischievousness was back in his glittering dark eyes and the smirk was on his lips again as he leaned provocatively closer.

"And if I like you back?" he raised an eyebrow and the confidence in his voice made your jaw drop.

The audacity!

"I'm not talking about you!" you retorted right away but more out of pride and teasing than honesty. You couldn't hide that too well from the witch boy either as his grin only widened seeing your blushed cheeks.

"Too bad," he snickered playfully, his lower lip jutting out in a sulky pout. Then he pulled back in an instant, brushing his lavender hair out of his eyes with an overdramatic sigh. "And I was about to suggest a hot chocolate date..."

"A date you say?" you breathed with a hopeful smile and rested your palms on the counter while this time it was you who leaned closer. Not that it meant a lot because with Yeonjun's height, you just had to angle your neck even more sharply. At least until he decided to scrunch down to your level, dark orbs glimmering in the colourful lights of the shop.

"That I say," he nodded and briefly looked up prompting you to do the same only to see a white mistletoe slowly growing and hanging down above you.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, mister," you flicked his forehead but giggled anyway knowing all too well that your aura must have been just as pink as your cheeks. But you didn't mind one bit, not until it was Yeonjun who made your world so colourful.