#once again. I have plenty other requests and nice words sitting in my inbox that I am holding for the Right Moment

[emry-stars-art]

Can I be cheeky and ask for some more tiny jellyfish Neil? I love him so much. In my pocket.

In your pocket!

[violetlilysunshine]

Plenty of Times

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

Requested - Anon: Hey! Is it all right to request for Chris Evans where reader comes in after a girls night and just dotes on him and loves on him and its sickeningly fluffy and he’s like what’s gotten into you? and reader breaks down because one of her friends vented that her husband is abusive and neglectful and she sees how important it is to have a good man in her life 🤍

WC: 1,619

Warnings: Pet names [bubba, babe, honey], talk of a bad relationship [neglectful husband - but not about Chris/reader], mention of phone sex [but it doesn’t happen here]

A/N: I’m so so so so sorry this took so long, I’m working on clearing out my inbox though! 

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You haven't gone out with your friends in so long. You’re all busy with your own stuff - work and relationships, some with kids to care for. So, when the opportunity arises, Chris encourages you to take advantage of it. 

The night was pretty simple, dinner, a couple of glasses of wine, and a few shared desserts before everyone was ready to head home. Most of your friends were not night owls like you by any standard, so when dinner wrapped up early, it was no surprise. At least that meant you got to go home to your man. 

“Bubba?” you called as you walked through the front door.

“In here,” he answered.

You followed his voice to the living room, finding him lounging on the chaise sofa, Dodger soundly asleep next to him. Some movie played on the screen; you hadn’t paid attention to it long enough to know what it was.

You headed to the connected kitchen, dropping your keys and purse on the island, hanging your jacket on the back of one of the barstools, and slipping out of your boots before hurrying back to Chris. 

He paused the movie when he heard you approach him from behind. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands splayed across his chest, as you pressed a long kiss to his temple. 

He hummed at the contact, placing one hand over the top of both of yours, before turning his neck to meet your lips with his. 

The kiss was sweet and simple, you could feel him smile against your lips as you lingered longer and longer into it. 

He chuckled when you finally pulled away, a big smile etched across his face and a glimmer in his eyes. 

You unraveled from his neck and stepped around the sofa. Dodger finally perked up when he heard you walking and you greeted him of course. 

“Hey, bub,” you whispered, scratching Dodger’s head for a second before turning to Chris, “can we cuddle?” you asked quietly. 

“Sure, babe, we can always cuddle,” he answered with a small smile, opening the blanket for you. 

You slipped under, resting between his legs with your back on his chest. He wrapped the blanket and his arms around you, splaying his palms over your upper chest and rubbing gently, just as you had done to him. You ran your nails over his arm as light as a feather with one hand, the other rested on top of his clasped hands, tangling your fingers with one set of his as best you could in this position. 

You tugged on his hand, pulling his arm further over your shoulder so you could place kisses on his bicep. 

“How was girl’s night?” he asked, placing a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Fine,” you whispered, squeezing his hands for a second, “was nice to see everyone. They all seemed to need a good vent,” you ended with a breathy chuckle.

You felt his laugh rumble through your body, “don’t they always?” he asked, another kiss being placed on top of your head as he looped his legs around yours.

“Seems like,” you giggled, stroking his calf with your foot. 

“Well I hope it was nice either way,” he said, “I’m glad you got to see them.” 

“Mm, yeah, me too,” you answered quietly.

He slipped one hand from your grasp to grab the remote, causing a whine to leave your lips, disappearing into his skin as you had your lips placed on his bicep again. 

He chuckled at the noise, “want me to start it over?” he nodded, making reference to the movie.

“No, it’s okay,” you whisper, pressing another lingering kiss to his arm. 

“You sure? I’m not that far into it...” 

“I’m sure, I won’t really be paying attention anyway.” 

“Why’s that?” he asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Can’t focus with you wrapped around me,” you giggled.

“Mm, yeah, sorry not sorry,” he laughed, playing the movie again.

You giggled, bringing his hand up to your lips to give it a kiss.

He gave his other hand back to you and you entwined your fingers with it as well, giving both of his hands small squeezes every once in a while. 

You placed random kisses on his arms, pulling his hands up every now and again to press kisses to them as well. You didn’t want to do it too often, so you wouldn’t annoy him, but you couldn’t help but give him a few. 

You tilted your head to look up at him, his eyes focused on the movie before he looked down at you. 

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice sounding a little tired. 

“Nothing,” you whispered, passing him a small smile. 

“You’re lying,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead, “what’s on your mind?” 

You sighed deeply, “have I told you how much I love you?” 

He reached over and paused the movie, quickly tangling his hand with yours again: “all the time,” he smiled. 

“And how great you are?” 

“Plenty of times,” he chuckled. 

“And how thankful I am for you?” 

“More than once,” he answered, a sense of questioning coming into his voice. 

“And how kind and good you are to me?”

“Never in those words, but you deserve it more than anything,” he said, “where’s this coming from?” 

“Jenn was really upset tonight,” you started. 

“And that has to do with me, how?” 

“She was talking about how rough her marriage is. And I know everyone says the first year is the hardest, but he doesn’t prioritize her, and never really has, and if I’m being honest I always thought she could do better; and she feels so disconnected from him and he’s so distant and she’s just not happy,” you rambled, tears pricking at your eyes, “and of course the whole time she was talking I felt so bad for her, but I couldn’t help thinking that I’m so lucky to have a guy like you and that made me feel even worse. Ya know? Like guilty because I was sitting there thinking ‘well at least I’m not in her shoes,’ and, god, you’re so good to me and I appreciate and love you so much. Don’t feel like I tell you that enough, but, you’re the best,” you finished, taking a deep breath. 

“Honey,” Chris soothed, “you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about, first off. It’s not your fault he treats her like crap, and all you can do is support her with whatever she chooses to do about it. She can leave, or they could go to therapy, or she might just ignore it all together, but the only thing you can and should do is listen to her vent and offer support, or sometimes advice if she asks for it.”

You smile, “I know, but it’s just a shitty situation. Like I wish she wasn’t going through it, because she’s great, and I wish he was as good to her as you are to me.” 

“Well no one’s as good as me,” Chris joked, trying to lift your spirits.

You laughed lightly in response, turning over a little bit and scooting up so you could lay face to face with him. 

“Second,” he continued, “I’m only giving you what you deserve. Wish I could do a lot more sometimes, if I’m honest,” he said almost under his breath as he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Chris, you do more than enough! I should be doing more for you!” 

“Babe, you give me everything I could ever want,” he smiles, “you’re amazing. Wish I could do more, like I wish I wasn’t away from you so much. Don’t like leaving you, ever.”

“You’re the best,” you lean forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “you do plenty for me even when you’re away.”

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “gotta come up with something new for us.” 

“We’ve done plenty of new things while you’re away.” 

“Yeah? You think?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, without you, I never would’ve tried phone sex,” you giggle, “love trying new things as long as it’s with you. Especially that thing...” 

He lets out a breathy laugh at that, “I love you too,” he says, referring back to your ramble but also your willingness to try anything for and with him.

You giggle, this time pecking his lips, “I don’t deserve you,” you whisper against his mouth. 

“No, you don’t,” he says shortly. 

You pull away from him, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. 

“You deserve better,” he smiles, a glimmer in his eye again.

“You’re so corny!” you laugh loudly, causing Dodger to grumble next to Chris. 

“Sorry, bub,” you laugh at Dodge.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah?” Chris suggests.

“What about the movie?” you ask, tipping your head towards the TV.

“Eh, won’t be able to pay attention now anyway, and I’ve lost the flow,” he shrugs. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” you whisper, stroking a few fingers across his cheekbone. 

“‘S alright,” he whispers, “like you better anyway.” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, eyelids heavy as they start to flutter closed for a kiss. 

Chris closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “I love you,” he whispers into your mouth. 

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

Your lips seal in a gentle kiss, and he brings a hand up to rest on your cheek before pulling back: “you can always make it up to me anyway,” he says, a smile giving away his attempt at being serious.

You laugh at him, “alright, bubba, let’s get you to bed.”

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Dog Hybrid!Tae + Impreg Kink (NSFW) 18+

Sorry for the bad quality image, but omg look!!!! ^^^^^

From this ask: Hi, can I please make a request for taehyung and impregnation kink!💕

A/N: AHHH guys! I have 1,001 followers at the time of writing this. I had three Taehyung + impreg kink asks in my inbox, so I decided to write a quick drabble even though it’s really late and I work in the morning, as a thank you! I made it into a hybrid!au to experiment. Let me know what you think.

Warnings: dog hybrid!Tae, human!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, a little bit of a spit kink if you squint, impreg kink, knotting, hybrid sex (this is fantasy, obv ya’ll), sweet Tae, loving sex. 

Word count: 750~

His fingers were teasing your slit slowly, fingers spreading your lips open for him as he gathered your juices and pulled them back up to lightly brush against your clit. You were a moaning mess underneath him, revelling in the attention he was dishing you. You reach your hands up to wrap around his neck, one hand playing with his long, soft black ears that blended so nicely with his curly dark mop of hair. 

“T-Tae,” you moan quietly, soft whimpers escaping your lips as he continued his ministrations.

“Yes, princess? Tell me what you want,” he voice was gruff, you could tell he was losing himself in you. 

“N-need your cock, p-please,” you beg, yelping when his two fingers enter your sopping cunt, scissoring you open for his length.

“Need me to fill up this pretty, tight pussy of yours? Hmm?” His fingers pick up the pace a bit, before he slips a third one in, making you curse aloud, “So pink and ready for my seed. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping with my cum, princess.”

His dirty words were sending your nerves into overdrive, wanting nothing more than to have exactly what he was promising you. “P-please!” You squeeze your eyes shut, back arching off the bed as his fingers curl up to bump against your sweet spot once before pulling out, making you whine at the loss.

Before you could fully gather yourself and sit up, Taehyung was pushing the head of his cock against your entrance, begging for permission. You open your eyes and look up at his half-lidded, dark orbs, nodding your head quickly. Without another word, he slides home, burrowing his cock to the hilt in your pulsing heat. 

“Fuck, baby,” he moans in that deep, honey-dipped voice of his that you adore so much, “need to pump you full of my cum, want to see you big and round with my pups, yeah?” His thrusts were picking up pace, railing into you at lightning speed. You scream out as he leans up and lets a glob of spit fall from his mouth straight onto your clit, the coolness shocking you. He reaches his hand down, while the other holds your thigh still, putting light pressure on your swollen bud as he continues to fuck into you.

“So beautiful, baby,” he praises, gritting his teeth as he chases his high, “cum with me, please, princess? Milk my knot so I can fill you up, you’ll be dripping cum for days.”

“O-oh Tae!” Your voice is so gruff, straining as all your muscles clench, clamping down around his thick cock as your high washes over your body, making your fingers and toes tingle. It feels so good you don’t notice the base of his cock thickening, preparing to knot you. It’s not like it’s new to you, you’ve felt it plenty of times, but you’re always shocked at just how big it gets and how nicely it stretches you out.

“Gonna cum, baby,” Tae moans above you, placing both hands palms down on the bed on either side of your head, panting and moaning. “You’re gonna take my cum, right princess? Hold it in there so you get pregnant with my pups?”

You moan at his words, subconsciously clenching around his knot again as you feel it swell inside you, ballooning until it reaches the tip and you feel rope after rope of warm liquid coat your walls white. Tae stills inside you, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss as his knot twitches inside you, fluffy black tail wrapping up around his body to tickle at your side in happiness. 

You giggle into the kiss, making him smile. “Mmm,” he moans one last time, pulling back to rub butterfly kisses against your nose, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Tae.”

[bemybstar]

Could you please do Jack x sheep!reader? He's hopelessly in love, adorably soft and absolutely head over heels, always trying to court her. Short story or headcanons, as you wish! Thank you and have a good day!!!! (Feel free to ignore this, if you don't feel comfortable with writing this!)

A/N: I decided to do headcanons instead since I haven’t done them in a while. Thanks for requesting! As always feedback is appreciated and my inbox is still active! Hope y’all enjoy! Gif is not mine!

Jack has all my uwus!!!

• Being a herbivore at Cherryton Academy had it’s ups and downs.

• Some animals got along with you while others... didn’t.

• But that never stopped you from making friends and allowing your true self to shine.

• You were a baby doll sheep which meant you weren’t as tall as your counterparts.

• But you still had the looks to match that would make any other sheep fall in love with you.

• But for some reason this secret admirer of yours wasn’t a sheep at all, not even a herbivore in fact.

• He was a canine, a canine named Jack.

• He was in your oceanography class along with his pal, Legosi. The two would always walk to class together and that’s how you got the notion they were best friends.

• Jack sat behind you during the period so your conversations were slim to none except for the casual “how are you?” and “what’s your next class?”

• But one day that all changed when your professor assigned a pair project on predators of the ocean.

• You wanted to ask the cheeta sitting next to you but she seemed to have picked her partner already.

• “Hey Y/N,” It was Jack who got your attention. “Wanna be partners?” He asked.

• “Uhh wouldn’t you rather be working with Legosi? I mean he is your friend and all I wouldn’t want-“

• “No worries. He’s actually okay with it,” Jack informs you. “So do you still want to be partners or...”

• “Sure! My dorm or yours?” You asked.

• “You can come over mines after lunch today if you aren’t busy,” Jack tells you. “My roommates won’t be there so we’ll have plenty of time to work on it.”

• The chime of the school bell starts which meant class was over.

• “Oh! I better get going I can’t be late again for chemistry. I’ll see you later. Thanks again, Jack!” You call out before making your leave.

• He waves you goodbye and makes his way over to Legosi who can be seen taking a bite out of his egg salad sandwich, it was Wednesday after all.

• “So... how’d it go?” Legosi asks him.

• “She said yes!,” Jack exclaims with a wag of his tail. “I thought she might turn me down but she actually gave me a chance. She’s coming over after lunch. Can you believe it!?!”

• “Well I’m proud of you Jack,” Legosi says smiling back at his friend. “Y/N seems like a nice girl and I know you’ve liked her for a while now. If she makes you happy than I’m happy for you.”

• “Thanks Lego-face,” It was always one of many nicknames he gave Legosi, that one just so happened to stick.

• Once lunch was over Jack spotted you at the table with your friend Haru and asked if you wanted to head back with him to which you gladly accepted.

• The walk there wasn’t all that bad since Jack was quite the talker. Always asking questions to try and get to know you better.

• “So is this your first time in the carnivore building?” He asked curiously.

• “I only set hoof in this place once when I had to return a textbook to another student after I borrowed it for an exam,” you implied. “But not many carnivores want to get to know me, that is until you did,” you say bashfully.

• “R-really?” Jack says. “I mean I know some carnivores like to keep their distance with herbivores but I’m not like that. I think everyone is deserving of a chance from the smallest of mice to the prettiest of sheep like yourself.”

• Did he just compliment you!?!

• He catches his choice of words and sees your confused expression judging by the tilt of your head.

• “Oh! Uhhhereweare. Room 701!” He says frantically as he opens the door for you.

• The room is actually clean which is surprising considering it’s owned by boys.

• The two of you got straight to work on your project. You were in charge of the writing while Jack was in charge of the research.

• After a while you started to notice some things about Jack that never caught your eye before.

• Like the way he’d glance at you for a solid minute or so and when you glanced back he would quickly look the other way.

• Or when you accidentally reached for the same pen at the same time and touched hands catching him fluster at the sudden contact. So you decided to finally ask him about it hoping it would put you both to rest.

• “Jack,” you start. “Can I ask you something?” He nods in agreement.

• “Do you like me?”

• “Of course,” he states and goes back to his work.

• “I meant as in more than a friend,” you add and catch him stopping mid way into writing a sentence.

• He takes a small gulp out of nervousness, takes a deep breathe, and finally answers with...

• “Truth is Y/N... I’ve liked you for a long time now and me asking to be your partner was the only way I was able to spend some alone time with you. I’ve figured a canine like me had no chance with a herbivore like yourself. Your smart, clever, funny, and not to mention adorable. I guess what I’m trying to say is—“

• You cut his rambles off with a kiss on the cheek and as you let go you see his tail wag from side to side in excitement.

• “I like you too, Jack,” you say happily.

• After that heart felt confession the two of you couldn’t even focus on the project anymore instead you spent the entire time telling stories, playing games, and even got to meet Legosi’s pet beetle.

• But the fun would soon end when his roommates came back since it was starting to get late. The two of you were enjoying yourselves so much you didn’t even realize what time it was.

• “Well I should probably head back to my dorm. Goodnight everyone!” You exclaim before grabbing your bag from on top of the bed. “Goodnight Jack,” you say sweetly placing another kiss to his cheek before closing the door behind you.

• Luckily you were just close enough to hear the cheers and hollars from his fellow canine friends for finally getting the girl he’s been pinning so long after.

• It wasn’t easy but the results were worth it if it meant having to call you his girlfriend and that’s something you’ve cherish forever.

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[haikyuu-philia]

Can we have a Tsukki scenario where the reader is just as sarcastic as him? I mostly see the reader being overly sensitive and stuff. Also, I'm new here and look forward to reading your works

This ended up being longer than it was supposed to, but now it’s too late anyways XD

As in introverted and overly polite person, I had my struggles writing two sarcastic people at the same time. Yet, here we are, with this piece filled with not-so classical romance!

Also a very late welcome to the blog - I’m happy to have you here :3

Another Love Language | A Tsukishima x fem! Reader Scenario

Words: 1336

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People were gathered all over the place. Even though this hall had been reserved for participating teams only, there was nearly no empty spot to be found. Boys and girls wearing jerseys in all colours of the rainbow had taken over, creating a noise by simply talking to each other that could be compared to an earthquake. 

As most of his own teammates had been awake way too early this morning, Tsukishima was now able to call himself one of the few lucky ones with an actual corner to sit at. He taped his fingers in advance while Yamaguchi tried not to stare at the crowd, which would sent his heart rate up to unknown heights.

Nishinoya and Tanaka had left several minutes ago to meet some friend from a girls’ team. With every announcement Asahi seemed more pale, Kageyama fiddled with his fingers to properly stretch them. The trio of Daichi, Sugawara and Ennoshita was casually chatting with each other. And Hinata was absolutely nowhere to be seen, probably causing a ruckus at the toilettes as usual. 

What a time to be a member of Karasuno.

A glance at his phone told Tsukishima that the first match would start in an hour. So the warm-up would be due in about thirty minutes. Actually he had been checking his messages, but nothing new popped up in his inbox. 

Positively speaking this meant that Akiteru had found his way to Tokyo without any issues and was most likely sitting at his assigned seat by now. Tsukishima rested his back against the wall as he starred at his feet. 

The room might be crowded and loud, but he still managed to understand many parts of different conversations. Some people were standing pretty close to the area of his team anyways, closer than he appreciated. He rolled his eyes at their behaviour. 

„Aren’t these boys from Karasuno? The team that was known as the fallen crows?“ He heard a boy whisper from a few meters away.

Not only had this guy attracted Tsukishima’s attention, seemingly the rest of his teammates was listening as well. No one made eye contact as the stranger continued to speak without noticing that the victims of his theories were already planning their comeback. 

„Do you really think that they are strong enough to beat someone here?“

In absolute sync all member of Karasuno present were looking up to stare at the culprit with a blank expression on their faces. Once he had understood that their eyes were directed towards him, he froze immediately. He broke out of his paralysis by jumping when another person approached him from behind.

„Yeah, because I would totally think of the team that kicked Shiratorizawa, the current champion, out off the competition as weak," a female voice commented on his question from earlier. 

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima changed their mimics by the time the sarcastic remarks had reached their ears. The latter couldn’t decide whether to sigh or to hold his breath, though a smirk appeared on his face nevertheless. Of course he would recognise the voice of his own girlfriend from miles away or in the middle of a thousand people. 

Supporting his upper body with his hand he rose from his place, becoming the target of his team members’ curiosity.

In the meantime the boy, who had been called out by you, had retreated into the ocean of unknown faces. Obviously yours stood out even more to him. On the contrary spotting a tall blond guy in a black-orange jersey hadn’t been the hardest task for you to fulfil either.

When Tsukishima and you walked towards each other, the eyes of the other Karasuno players were practically pinned to your boyfriend’s back. Only Yamaguchi happened to know what exactly they were witnessing. For the rest it looked like the first-year approached a random girl who had just roasted someone for them.

„I thought I told you that you didn’t have to come,“ he said with one of his eyebrows raised. „What are you doing here?“

„Playing soccer, of course,“ you shot back with a grin wrinkling your cheeks.

So far you had only seen him in his volleyball attire on pictures, not in reality. On the ride to the stadium his older brother Akiteru had shown you plenty of them and had been blabbering endlessly about Kei’s career as a middle blocker. 

But nothing could have prepared you for the moment when you actually got to see him in his jersey. Number 11 of Karasuno, a regular. 

„Hellooooooo Tsukishima! Would you mind to introduce us to this lovely girl you are talking to?“

Suddenly Sugawara had popped up next to the two of you, starling your boyfriend for the minority of a second. Not much to Tsukishima’s surprise Daichi stood right behind the setter, eyeing you with an innocent smile. 

„Ah, you must be Kei's teammates. Nice to meet you! I won’t occupy him for long, just making sure that he is in usually high spirits.“ You proceeded with telling them your name, school and grade. 

After that you looked at your boyfriend to finish your introduction as you certainly didn’t know how much his team was involved in his love life. 

„She is my stalker in disguise of a fan," he responded to your nonverbal plea.

A chuckle left your mouth while you crossed your arms in front of your chest and leaned onto your lamppost of a significant other. Even with your body putting weight on him, he didn’t move in inch. So you stood securely.

„Nah, I am more of his personal reminder that his heart of stone is able to feel love.“

Sugawara and Daichi introduced themselves, exchanging glances with one another in between sending approving looks your way. Together with you Tsukishima returned to his former resting spot where Yamaguchi greeted you as well. Out of the Karasuno bunch he had been the only person to officially have been told about the change of his best friend’s relationship status.

Though, Sugawara had to admit that he had indeed had a suspicions until today. 

Sitting next to each other with your backs facing the wall, you more or less leaning onto him again, the missing boys of the team returned one by one.

At first Nishinoya and Tanaka did not believe their eyes that a third girl had found their way to them before Tsukishima clicked his tongue at them. They went on with jumping up and down, probably attracting Hinata in the end. 

Not less excited, the orange-haired boy had sparkles in his eyes as he cooed, „I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, Tsukishima! Please teach me your methods, please, PLEASE!“ 

Time went by in the speed of a spiked volleyball, so the announcement to prepare for the first match came faster than expected. Several parts of the crowd inside the room started moving, gathering or walking out to the gym already. 

Tsukishima put on his sports glasses, you did your best to distract Yamaguchi from the upcoming adrenaline. Not that it really worked, but internally he was glad to have someone that was talking to him about something else than facing strong teams. In this case how your boyfriend would look stunning in glasses with a pink frame.

„You should go back to your seat. Akiteru is probably waiting for you,“ he advised you once Coach Ukai had told the team to get together. 

Now was your moment to leave - In the battles he was about to fight on court you couldn’t do anything but watch from afar. For sure you were intending to clap and scream until your hands and throat would be sore, maybe annoying a specific middle blocker of Karasuno in the process.

One last time Tsukishima turned around to send you off.

„Break a finger, Kei!“

He gave you a thumbs up, the corners of his lips slightly poking towards the ceiling. Then he switched back to his serious mode in order to crush their opponents. 

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Posted: April 9th 2020 | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

[mybbyacademia]

Snowed In 🌨

A/N: hello! thanks for reading! have a fantastic day :)

word count: 1523

todoroki x reader

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Why was it snowing in fall?

The leaves had just begun to turn their gorgeous shades of orange, red, and yellow. However, they were now covered in a thick layer of white. You had been driving to meet your mother for lunch in a town 15 minutes away from your home when the snowstorm began. Cars were sliding and crashing into each other as the roads became slick with ice. Not feeling comfortable driving in dangerous conditions, you carefully pulled off into the nearest parking lot in the shopping district you were currently in. A coat was thrown on your shoulders, and out the car you ran, frantically rushing to the nearest store.

You briefly heard a bell chime as you yanked the wooden door open, quickly slamming it shut behind you.

“Welcome!” a voice from the nearby counter said.

The shop was small, with shelves of books lining every wall. Soft music drifted throughout the store, with a pleasant smell of nutmeg emanating from the few candles glowing throughout the heaps of books. You shrugged off your coat, and the click of your boots against the floor followed as you made your way to the voice you had previously heard.

“It’s like a blizzard out there!” the person behind the counter exclaimed. She was a petite woman of maybe 70, glasses perched on her sharp nose.

“Ya, I had to pull over the roads were so slick. Do you mind if I stay here for a while to wait out the storm?”

A warm, friendly smile appeared on the lady’s face before she politely shook her head.

“Not at all. Make yourself comfortable, dear; I wouldn’t want my child driving out in that mess.”

You returned the smile, gesturing behind you to the shelves of books.

“Do you own the bookstore?”

“Why yes! I opened up this shop about...40 years ago? Has it been that long? Hmm, yes, going on 40 years now.”

“You’ve done a great job! This shop is amazing.”

“Why thank y-,”

The bell chimed once more, and a gust of snow rushed through the front, a figure rushing in as the door shut again.

“Welcome! Oh no, it seems to be getting worse outside!” the owner greeted the new arrival kindly.

The stranger pushed down their coat hood, revealing a head of red and white hair, which they ran a hand through to brush it from their face. The person in question was a handsome looking boy around your age it seemed. He took a quick glance around before, like you had, removing his coat and walking towards the counter where you and the kind lady were standing.

“The city can’t ship out snow plowers fast enough. Sheets of ice and snow are almost completely covering the roads around here now,” the boy calmly said in a polite manner.

“Well feel free to stay here until the storm lets up, dear. This young lady right here is sticking around as well; I’m sure she would appreciate the company.”

With that, she left the two of you alone in the front as she headed to the backroom to check up on some of her new arrivals. The room was quiet for a moment before you broke the silence.

“You got caught up in the storm too?”

The boy nodded before replying, “I was on my way to the grocery store, but the roads were too icy.”

“Well, luckily this isn’t too bad a place to be snowed in.”

“Not at all. It’s very cozy.”

He extended a hand in your direction.

“I’m Todoroki Shouto.”

“Pleased to meet you Todoroki-san. I’m L/N Y/N.”

You quickly shook his hand before you let out a gasp.

“Oh no! I need to call my mom and let her know that I’m not going to make it to lunch today!”

You quietly excused yourself and made your way towards the back of the shop. Your call with your mother was fairly quick, as she worriedly asked you if you’d be okay and not to worry about lunch. You assured her you were safe and would call her as soon as the roads were cleared up. With that, you hung up and and walked back towards your previous spot near the front desk. However, Todoroki was nowhere in sight. You scanned through the aisles around you before you saw a small pile of books lying near the front of one of the pair of shelves. There you found your new acquaintance sitting in the middle of the aisle, a book held close to his face.

You giggled before asking him, “Do you like to read, Todoroki-san?”

He hummed before patting the space next to him. You accepted his silent invitation, sitting next to him before hugging your legs to your chest. Todoroki set his book down and turned to look at you.

“What about you?”

“I like to read, I just don’t have as much time on my hands anymore to do it as much as I’d like.”

He nodded before smiling and saying, “Well, you’ve got plenty of time today.”

And that’s how you found the two of you laying on the floor, laughing as the both of you took turns dramatically reading lines of whatever books were on the surrounding shelves.

“Y/N, you should go into acting,” the kind boy suggested as he tried to hide a laugh.

“Oh no, I get such bad stage fright! I would freeze up immediately.”

“You don’t seem nervous right now...what’s the difference?”

“You’re not that indimitating.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope.”

“How about now?” he said as he poked you lightly on the arm.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Apparently I’m not intimidating.”

“You’re still not.”

He poked you again.

You poked him back.

He jumped up and started chasing you throughout the bookstore, weaving in and out of the isle as the both of you were laughing. You snuck a quick look over your shoulder to see how far behind you the red and white haired boy was, not realizing you were approaching the pile of books you and Todoroki had piled up. You foot caught on one of the used hardbacks, and you yelped as the ground appeared to rush up. You hit the floor with a harsh thud, groaning at the impact.

“Y/N-san!”

You felt a pair of hands grip your shoulders to lift you up into a sitting position. Todoroki was kneeling in front of you, a look of concern on his features as his heterochromatic eyes scanned for injuries.

“Are you okay?”

You rubbed your arm you fell on and grinned, shifting your eyes away from the worried glare of the boy in front of you.

“I’m fine! Just a bit embarrassed…,” you said, mumbling the last part.

There was a beat of silence before Todoroki stood up and took a few steps back. You met his eyes again, questioning his actions.

“What are you do-,”

Todoroki jogged towards the pile of books, catching his foot on one of the same hardbacks, and caused himself to trip and fall the same way you had before, but perhaps with a little bit of theatrics on his part.

“Ow that hurt!” The boy said as he sat up next to you while rubbing his head.

You stared at him with a blank expression before he added: “Now you don’t have to be embarrassed anymore because I just made a fool of myself.”

You continued to quietly stare at him, when finally a small giggle left your lips. You held a fist up to your mouth, attempting to keep your laughter in.

“T-Todoroki-san, you’re a very k-kind person,” you said between snickers.

Now it was his turn to stare at you with wide eyes. You jumped up and held your hand out for the bewildered boy, in which he grabbed after he shook off his daze. You were now standing closely together, face-to-face. Silently, you two examined each other’s features, taking in as much of the other as possible.

“Good news, kids! I just got a call, and it seems like the city has finally cleared off most of the roads!”

You two jumped slightly apart, startled at the reappearance of the kind older lady. Quickly thanking her, both Todoroki and yourself cleaned up your mess, found your coats (which were sprawled on the ground), and made your way towards the door.

“It was nice meeting you, Todorki-san.”

“You as well, Y/N-san.”

You stood on the doormat for a few moments before reaching towards the doorknob, only to have your new friend’s hand gently grabbed your arm to stop you. You turned to look at him, and he quickly removed his touch as his cheeks turned pink at his sudden action.

“Um, since you missed your lunch with your mother, would you like to, um, go with me to grab food somewhere?”

He avoided eye contact as he said this, slipping on his coat.

You smiled once again, putting on your own coat, and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I would love to, Todorki-san.”

“Please, call me Shouto.”

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Pink Pendant

genre: soulmate!au

pairing: ten x reader

word count: 1.9k

drabble | scenario | short story | series

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Everyone’s soulmate links develop the moment they’re born, and it’s different for every couple; your best friend, Hendery, for instance, has a timer on his wrist. Your other friend, Lucas, has everything that their soulmate loses turn up into his room.

You didn’t know what your link was, until you started middle school. You were in class one day, jotting down your notes, when something began to appear on your wrist. You didn’t notice at first; you didn’t feel it happening either, but soon, there were drawings of little puppies on your body, ones that you didn’t put there.

You never drew on yourself, afraid that you would get “ink poisoning” according to your mother, but your soulmate seemed to have no problem with drawing on themselves. You would get song lyrics, doodles, and the accessional shopping list popping up on your body, your soulmate acting as if their body was their own personal notebook. Once, you had woken up with what looked like marker on your face, and you guessed that your soulmate had lost a bet, or had been the first to fall asleep at a party. You had to stay in that day, as your soulmate couldn’t seem to get it off no matter how hard they tried.

You had always wanted to write back and forth with questions to your soulmate; where did they live? how old were they? What were their passions? you could tell that they were an incredible artist, as they constantly drew tiny sketches on their palms or wrists whenever they were bored.

One of them caught your eye not too long ago; it was bigger than most of the sketches he had done before, using up your entire forearm instead of just your wrist. It was a sketch of a small cat, jumping from planet to planet in a solar system. Your soulmate even colored it in, though the colors quickly rubbed away. That day, you had gotten bold; the colors were rubbing away, anyways, so you took your pink pen and drew a heart pendant on the kitty’s collar, before taking a picture of your soulmates work like you had always done.

Because of your soulmate, you began to look into art, and even went to art exhibits around your town, dragging Hendery along so you wouldn’t have to be alone. He always complained that the exhibits were too boring, and that he never understood why people would pay money to just look at a painting.

“I am NOT going to another one of those exhibits, (Y/N)” Hendery stated firmly one day, after your constant begging, “They’re so boring! I fall asleep every time I go to one.”

You and Hendery met up with Lucas and his friend Xiaojun at your favorite coffee place to talk about a project that you all would be working on together, which soon ending up being less about the project and more about plans that you all had that weekend. You had planned on going to another art exhibit, wanting to bring Hendery along, but he was currently denying your request.

“Please!” You beg, shaking Hendery’s arm softly as he attempts to bite the cookie he just bought, “Please!! There’s one I really want to go to, it’s themed ‘A Starry Night’ and I really want to see it! After this one you will never ever have to come to one ever again!”

“That’s what you said about the last one!” Hendery shook his arm away from yours, taking a bite of his cookie, “I reject your proposal, because you’re going to go back on your word again!”

“I didn’t know you liked art, (Y/N),” Lucas said, “I have plenty of fun art exhibits you could go to.”

You perked up a bit. “You do?”

“Our friend from another school is an art major,” Xiaojun began to explain, “He and his friends throw party-esque art exhibitions. Lots of food, fun music, if it’s themed then it’s usually done at a place that allows them to explore the theme.”

“We’re going to the one this weekend; the theme is a surprise, but Kun said it was a cute theme, so it should be fun.”

“Hendery,” you looked at him, batting your eyelashes as he rolled his eyes. “Please? I promise, this is the last one. If you really don’t like it when we get there, we can leave after a couple of minutes. I’ll even treat you to pizza after! Just come with me, please?”

Hendery groaned, rubbing his temples.

“Fine, but the pizza better come with garlic knots.”

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The invitation Xiaojun had given you said that the attire was semi-formal, which made it easier for both you and Hendery to dress for it. You had followed the invitations directions, and were confused when they led you to what looked like a cat cafe.

“An art exhibit? Here?” you say softly, looking at the address on the invitation and back at the cafe, “But why?”

“Who knows,” Hendery mumbles, hand shoved in his pockets as he kicks a pebble along the sidewalk. “We should get inside so your fifteen minute timer can start.”

“You may have fun,” you hum, hooking your arm through his as you two begin to walk towards the entrance, “Never doubt what art can make you feel.”

“Yeah, Okay.” Hendery dismisses as he pushes the door open, the soft music of the exhibit suddenly filling your ears. You take a quick look around; everyone was dressed in semi-formal attire, putting your heart ate ease to know you didn’t over or under-dress — everyone was talking, which was a deep contrast to the more silent art exhibits you usually take Hendery to. There was a table filled with sweets in the shape of fish and other delicacies kittens would eat, while kittens were littered all all over the place. There were cats playing with toys, being pet by other attendees of the exhibition, and one even came up to you and Hendery the moment you entered.

“Hey, buddy,” Hendery immediately leaned down to scratch the kittens chin, “How are you?”

“See?” you taunted, “You already like it. Now, go pet cats while I try and find Xiaojun and Lucas.”

“Got it,” Hendery says, giving you a thumbs up as you walk away from him.

It didn’t take you too long to find Lucas and Xiaojun; both of them were adorned in kitty ears, standing in a circle of people while handing them drinks.

“Oh,” you chuckle, capturing Xiaojun’s attention as you stand behind them, “This is too precious. I have to take a pi—“

“No!” Xiaojun says, grabbing your hand as you begin to take out your phone, “No pictures. We lost a bet with Ten, so we’re servers for the exhibit.”

“This is our attire,” Lucas says, touching the ears on his head, before gesturing to the men he was talking to, “And these are the hosts of the exhibit.”

There were three of them; one of them was tall and lean, his body hugged by a white trench coat. His smile softened up his rough features, making his cheeks bunch up at the end. His name was winwin.

Another one’s name was Kun, who seemed to be the one running the exhibition; he was tall and quite friendly, even making Lucas run off to grab you a drink.

“And this is the star,” Xiaojun said, gesturing to the last man, “His name is ten. He only draws animals, so his pieces never end up in their exhibits. This whole theme was his idea.”

“It’s really cute,” you say, locking eyes with Ten. He was very pretty; his eye-shape resembled the cat that he was currently holding in his arms, and his smile was very warm and welcoming. It made your heart clench, in a way it had never done before.

“Thank you,” he said kindly, “I have a lot of pieces up today, so feel free to ask about them if you have any questions.”

“But first,” Kun said, grabbing a hold of tens arm, “We have to mingle with the other guests and try to find some buyers.”

“Right, right.” Ten nodded, smiling back at you, “It was nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Xiaojun bumped your shoulder as the three walked away. “They’re not that scary. I think you’d like them. Here, i’ll show you some of my favorite pieces.”

As you walked around, you tried to catch a glimpse of the three artists; ten in specific. He caught your attention as soon as Xiaojun began to introduce you to them; though you weren’t very close in proximity, you could smell his sweet cologne, and it made your head spin.

“How old is ten?”

“A couple of years older than us,” Xiaojun said, taking a small platter of fish-shaped treats, “He’s really talented, in a lot of areas. Why?”

“No reason,” you dismissed his question, waving him off, “I’m going to go look at the pieces. Now go and do your job.”

Xiaojun smiled at you before leaving you to look at some of the works. It seemed that Winwin was a sculptor; His main pieces was a sculpture of a small kitten sitting inside a large cat bowl in the middle of the room. Kun’s work was hung up on almost every wall; his way of art was realistic backgrounds, with cartoon kittens doing activities within the scenery for a contrast. It was very eye catching; almost every piece of his already had a green “sold” sticker on its frame. You kept looking for tens, since he was supposed to be the star of his exhibit, but you couldn’t find any.

You circled around the exhibit once or twice, before you saw it; a large canvas that somehow blended into the feeling of the comforting cat cafe. It took up almost the entirety of one wall, which was why it blended in so perfectly. The painting on the canvas, though, had you staring utter disbelief.

Painted on the canvas was a large solar system; it was in black and white mostly, with few colors leaking out of stars or a planet, with a kitten jumping in between two planets. You felt a sense of nostalgia rush over you, your heart beginning to beat faster and faster as you came to a realization. When you looked at the kitty’s neck, you couldn’t help but gasp; there it was, the small pink pendant in the shape of a heart, made to look like it was swinging as the kitten was jumping from one planet to the next. You sat there, looking at it for what felt like minutes, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

You turn around to find Ten, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks from you to his piece. “I drew it a few years ago. It started off as a small doodle, but I felt like I had to put it onto the canvas. I knew people needed to see it.”

“It means a lot to me, actually,” ten hums gently, his eyes focusing on the pendant. “It’s not totally my piece, in a sense.”

“I know.”

Tens head whipped towards you. “You know? What do you mean you know?”

You quickly take out your phone and begin searching through your photos, before handing him your phone. On the screen was the photo you had taken of your soulmates drawing on your wrist—the same drawing that is hanging on the wall as you stand next to him. Ten looks back at you, a soft smile on his face.

“It was you.”

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Unsolved Problems

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Swearing and a very hot Shawn (what’s new)

A/N: Look who updated! This is something I came up with some weeks ago and I wanted to take a break from all the requests I have already received so here you have it! Massive thank you’s for requesting and following me and showing love to this account! Requests are still open and I have already started working on those I have in my inbox. Send me anything you want to see written on this blog or just vent to me! Till next time, happy reading!

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Friday. You could sit down and think about a numerous reasons why this was your favourite day out of the whole week. Nothing could compare to the exciting feeling of knowing that two days full of sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing were coming and were ready for you to go ahead and grab them. Besides, Friday was the last day of your working in the little candy shop you had found a place at in order to earn some money for your personal needs. You were more than thrilled to know that they accepted to have you as a member in their business since you didn’t want to work in something too fancy or too demanding for the first time.

The owner of the cute little shop was very eager to have you working with her since she was many years alone in there trying to make things work. Occasionally, her son would come by and help her but from what you have heard one day, he was always on the road or trying to do well on his studies, something you knew very well could be very frustrating and time consuming. So when you appeared one sunny afternoon at the door asking for a job, Karen, the owner, wasted no time in showing you around the small space and filling you in on anything you needed to know in order to work there.

You were very pleased to acknowledge that many people were kind towards Karen and consequently to you, since the candy the shop provided were ‘’out of this world’’. Karen really put her heart and soul into every new piece of sweet temptation she would get down and create and people’s reactions were proof that she was amazing at what she was doing. She once had confessed that she tried passing her recipes down to her son, Shawn, but he wasn’t as eager as his mother and after some time he was adamant altogether. You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t just learn a few helpful tips concerning cooking since you felt that he was a very sweet guy himself but you tried not to think too much into it. You were just happy to observe his features every time he would come to the shop.

You and Shawn hadn’t really engaged into a normal conversation since you were both introduced to one another by his mother and he didn’t seem like it bothered him that much. On the other hand, you were left waiting for one word of his even if it was a simple ‘’Hi’’ or just a wave. You didn’t really know what was wrong with him and you were pretty sure you had done nothing wrong to scare him away. After some time, you had stopped trying altogether and you had persuaded yourself that maybe he wanted nothing to do with you. It confused you at first but you let that go since you didn’t want to get too involved with someone who barely acknowledged your existence.

‘’Don’t mind him dear, his hormones are driving him crazy and he puts it out at the wrong people’’ his mother told you one day, after he had barged into the shop without even looking at your way and started pacing down and forth for no obvious reason.

‘’I can confirm that!’’ you had agreed and proceeded to place the remaining doughnuts in the container.

Today was a similar day, having Shawn slamming the door shut on his way in the shop and putting his face into his hand in a rather aggressive way. Deep down you felt sorry for him and whatever rough patch he was going through but he didn’t really leave you any room to approach him and talk about it. Nonetheless, you decided you could have a go and ask him what was wrong even if it would flop.

‘’Everything alright?’’ you asked hesitantly, surprised to see he was looking straight at you.

‘’Oh, didn’t see you there. Sorry for that’’

Okay this was a first. Where did the fast and unapproachable Shawn you had grown accustomed to over the past few months go? However, you didn’t want to ruin the fact that he had calmed down and was open to your attempt to talk to him so you played along.

‘’No need to apologize. I know that days like these are hard to take’’

‘’What days? What do you mean?’’

‘’Rough days. Days when you just want to close yourself off from everybody and be on your own without really having to face anyone or anything’’

‘’Whoa. Thought I was the only one who felt like that’’ Shawn said scratching the back of his head and looking up at you with a shy smile.

‘’I can assure you I have plenty of these days myself. Not very fond of them’’ you truthfully said and wiped the small counter in front of you. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Shawn looking at you, with a mysterious expression on his face, something you could only identify with shock.

‘’You are not the only one being a human you know’’ you playfully joked and Shawn cracked a small smile.

‘’You know, sometimes I tend to forget about that and I act in ways that I regret later. But the damage has already been done you know?’’

‘’I know but you can control these feelings if you wish’’

‘’We’ll see about that. Hey wanna grab a coffee sometime? Been a while since I had a decent conversation with someone and I would like to do it again. Hope I don’t sound weird or anything’’ Shawn asked and you were positive your eyes were the size of the doughnuts standing in front of you. To say he took you by surprise was an understatement but you were more than pleased to accept his polite offer.

‘’Yeah why not? Happy to help a fellow human’’ you said and you felt pretty good when you heard laughter erupting from Shawn’s throat. Just on cue, Shawn’s mother walked in the shop and she instantly lit up when she saw her son smiling up at the girl she had welcomed in her shop.

‘’Morning mom’’ Shawn said and hugged his mother, something which took Karen off guard.

‘’Well, someone’s in a good mood. How are you today Shawn?’’

‘’Started roughly but got the hang of it from what it seems’’ he said turning to look at you, sending you a wink.

Your heart skipped a beat at this mannerism and you thought that maybe something good could come out of this if you just had an ear for him since this appeared to be what he was after lately. The thing is, you were always the one who was there for other people and tried to help them with their problems even if that meant pushing aside your own. That was the way you were though, and you more than pleased to know that the day finally came when it could be made up to you. The sound of the bell ringing put you out of your trance signaling a new customer was in ready to be served.

‘’So tell me what your magic potion is’’ Karen said to you while you helped her close the shop.

‘’What are you talking about Karen?’’ you asked dumbfounded.

‘’Well, I am sure you know what I am talking about but let me tell you myself. I am talking about the wide smile Shawn had on his lips this morning when I entered the shop which quite frankly, hadn’t seen for a long time’’ Karen explained and it pained you to think that Shawn had so many problems to solve that he barely even smiled.

‘’Well, I was just there to listen to him I guess. I only asked him what was wrong and I let him know that he isn’t alone in whatever he is going through right now’’

‘’Hmm well, I like having him be associated with a girl like you’’

‘’Why thank you Karen, this really means a lot’’

‘’Now come with me and let me treat you with some carrot cake I made at home’’ Karen suggested and you came to a halt not really wanting to intrude in her home even if she was the one inviting you.

‘’Karen, I really shouldn’t. You must be worn out from today and you need to get some rest’’

‘’Don’t worry about it. Now come because I will be very mad at you if you don’t’’ she insisted, wearing her most serious face, persuading you.

‘’Okay okay!’’

The walk to her house was a short one since she was living close by and you felt pretty light when you noticed a black vehicle parked in front of the house meaning that Shawn was in there as well. You were really unprepared to be met with Shawn for the second time today but you pushed all your anxiety away and you let yourself be consumed with the warmness of Karen’s house. It was pretty cozy and nicely decorated, with most pieces being very minimalistic portraying Shawn’s touch as well. Of course, the house had a staircase which led to the bedrooms and a restroom in the upper floor but your exploring was interrupted when Karen’s voice was heard throughout the living room.

‘’Shawn stop being an antisocial human being and come down to say hi to our guest!’’

Shawn’s response was silence which made you frown a little bit at the possibility of him not being home and you not seeing him again. But loud thumbing was heard from the stairs and your head was turned towards the source of the sound.

‘’Mom I told you I don’t want to see anyo- Oh hey’’ he instantly corrected himself when he saw you standing next to his mom.

‘’Hello’’ you said, stifling a giggle caught in your throat at his silliness.

‘’What were you saying sweetheart? Now come downstairs to have a slice of carrot cake with us’’ she suggested and he walked down the stairs entering the living room.

‘’So…. How have you been?’’ he tried to make small talk with you and you felt lightheaded.

‘’A little tired from all the work but good I guess’’ you confessed. ‘’What about you?��’

‘’Been better but okay’’ he said and went ahead to help his mom serve the cake.

You felt a little bit sad at his answer but you couldn’t do anything else apart from smiling lightly and sitting down on the dining table.

‘’We’re not sitting in here! Let’s go to the living room’’ Karen said and you all followed suit behind her.

You took a seat across from the table, Karen was sat opposite from you and Shawn sat between the two of you. A conversation was sparked and you were all contributing to it by adding pieces of information on the subject when suddenly your phone started buzzing. Both Karen’s and Shawn’s eyes were fixed on you and you excused yourself to answer the call. Taking a quick look at your phone’s screen, you didn’t really liked the caller ID.

‘’Yes?’’ you asked cautiously, fearing your voice would fail you at any moment.

‘’Hello Y/N, this is Patrick’’ the last person you expected to call you.

Patrick was a thing from your past which never ceased to haunt you up to this day. He was your previous roommate who always got out and got drunk with his friends and then called you up to clean him up. You were always there to help him well because you felt sorry for his state and you really believed in that thing called karma, so maybe one day you could receive something good out of this yourself. But nothing good has come your way concerning Patrick so far. Instead, you only got anxiety and frustration because he couldn’t understand that he was nothing to you, you were nothing to him and you were no longer roommates for that matter.

‘’I know who this is Patrick. Please erase my number before I block yours’’

‘’But I want help’’

‘’Not my business anymore. Bye once and for all’’ you said agitated and hung up. If his name appeared on your screen one more time, you would surely block him. After ending that meaningless call, you headed back to the living room where everyone was seated. Just as you entered the place, four eyes were on you.

‘’Everything alright dear? You seem upset’’ Shawn’s mom noticed and you tried to smile as convincing as you could.

‘’Yes just some kid trying to play around’’. Turning your head to see Shawn, you saw that he was not exactly pleased with your answer.

‘’Hmm’’ was all that left his lips and you felt yourself shiver. Not really wanting to ruin the atmosphere you got up and politely thanked Karen and Shawn for their hospitality while proceeding to the door.

‘’Leaving already?’’ Shawn got up and walked you to the exit.

‘’Well, I have to get up early tomorrow so some sleep will do me good. Thank you very much for the nice afternoon’’ you said and hugged Shawn, taking him by complete surprise.

‘’It was nothing’’ he assured hugging back after a while.

‘’Have a nice evening’’ you offered and walked out.

‘’You too. We should really arrange something about that coffee we were talking about earlier’’ Shawn exclaimed and you agreed smiling in the dark.

Just before crossing the street to reach your apartment, your phone buzzed for the second time that night. You swore that if Patrick was playing tricks on you once again you wouldn’t tolerate it anymore. Getting your phone out of your pocket, you were confused to see an unknown number messaging you.

-Got home safe?

-Um, who is this?

-Shawn. Mom gave me your number in case of an emergency while you are at the shop and she is not there.

-Oh… Well, I just entered the apartment. Thanks for checking.

Weird. You never expected that Shawn would be like those guys who checked upon anyone to see if they made it home okay. But then again, you never really hang out with him that much to know what he really is like when it comes to other people. Heck, it is just now that you have started talking to each other after months of seeing him enter and leave the shop. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprise and you hoped he would reply your message just as quickly as he did some minutes ago. But, half an hour had passed and Shawn’s reply was nowhere to be seen.

Pushing these thoughts aside, you were ready to get comfortable under your sheets when your phone’s buzzing interrupted you. Getting it from the nightstand you saw Shawn’s name on your screen.

-Asleep yet?

-Just laid down actually… And you?

-Me too. It was nice having you today.

-I think you already told me that. It was nice indeed!

No immediate reply. Not really wanting to spend the rest of your night on your phone, you decided it was best to set it aside and offer yourself some sleep since you were beyond exhausted from the whole day. After all, many things happened that you never imagined happening actually, most of them concerning Shawn. Even though you wanted to close your eyes and travel to another dimension, you couldn’t help yourself but think who this boy really was inside. One thing you knew for sure, he was confusing. First, he doesn’t even greet you at the shop and then he even sends you goodnight texts. You couldn’t really decide if you liked this or if it frightened you. The only thing you could do was wait for him either to open up or just go back to his own self.

Having spent a night full of Shawn related thoughts, you found yourself waking up pretty late the next morning. Opening up your eyes, the first thing you proceeded to do was check your phone for any new messages. And not just any messages but Shawn’s messages. You couldn’t even explain why you were so hung up on this guy but something on him seemed very appealing to you and it was as if he was pulling you towards him. Just as you climbed out of bed, your doorbell startled you, having no idea who was paying a visit.

‘’Coming!’’ you shouted not ready to be met with a leaning Shawn.

‘’Well, good morning’’ he casually said like it was a normal thing to turn up on your doorstep on a Saturday morning or generally.

‘’Um hello. What are you doing here?’’ you said puzzled.

‘’Remember that coffee? I sent you a message but you never replied so I guessed I would stop by and inform you directly’’ Oh, so he sent a message you thought to yourself.

‘’Oh right. Well, come right in and give me five minutes to get ready’’ you said, realizing he had just seen you in your pjs. Cool.

‘’Yeah don’t worry about it’’ he joked, following your glance at your outfit.

Before giving him a chance to comment any further on your morning appearance, you hurried to your bathroom to clean up and change into something more appropriate. Since you didn’t want to make him wait very much, you decided on a pair of light coloured jeans, a white t-shirt and your black leather jacket. Grabbing your phone and some cash, you descended your stairs only to see Shawn talking to his phone rather upset.

‘’I told you no. How hard is that to get through your thick skull mate? Well, I am not down to partying tonight and that’s it’’ he said hanging up quite furiously.

‘’Someone’s worked up’’ you pointed out and he turned to face you.

‘’Don’t worry about it. Ready?’’ he said and you nodded exiting your apartment.

‘’You know, it won’t harm you if you share your news with someone. Remember that I am here to hear. Besides, I won’t tell anyone’’ you whispered the last part and he half smiled.

‘’Well, it doesn’t really interests you’’ he said and you frowned. Well, this wasn’t going too well. Maybe Shawn wasn’t so easy to open up after all.

‘’So, where are we going?’’ Shawn asked.

‘’Where do you drink the best coffee?’’ you answered and he led the way.

The walk to the small coffee shop was a short one and he tried to make small talk asking you how you enjoyed working with his mom so far and why you picked out that particular job. You provided him with all the answers you had to offer and by now, you were seated in one of the booths in the shop enjoying your coffee.

‘’So I heard there is a party tonight, isn’t it?’’ you said taking a sip from your beverage and Shawn stiffened.

‘’It is nothing’’ he tried to cut the conversation about it and you smirked.

‘’Well, it is Saturday and I would really like doing something different from staying in tonight’’ you slyly remarked and his eyes shifted to yours.

‘’You can’t be serious. And you want to go to a lame party full of drunk assholes?’’

‘’Well, I can’t really tell if they are assholes if I don’t go and see myself’’ you said and he threw his head back, biting his lip. Who would have thought that such a movement could be so hot?

‘’Alright then. Tonight we are going to this party. Be ready at 9. I’ll come pick you up’’

Had you really arranged another date with Shawn? You were sure the answer was yes and your legs shook tremendously at the realization. After some more time, you decided to head home, since you head to prepare for a night filled with some drinks, a lot of dancing and a lot of Shawn.

Not really sure of what to wear, you decided on a simple pair of black skinny jeans, a lacey top, a jacket and your high heels. You weren’t really in the mood for dresses and cute make up, that’s why you went for something simple but party acceptable at the same time. By the time you were finished dressing up, the doorbell rang signaling that Shawn had arrived and was ready to pick you up for that party. Truth is, you never really wanted to get up and attend but you had enough of Shawn being a smartass so you thought you would be one too. But now you were slightly regretting it.

‘’Ready to go?’’ you asked opening the door, letting Shawn get a good glimpse of you.

‘’Um… yes. Are you?’’

‘’Yep. Let’s go’’

Throughout the ride, Shawn’s eyes were fixed on you and you were kind of glad that he liked what he was seeing. But underneath that confidence you were gaining, you still felt like an outsider who had no place there. Shawn must have felt your uneasiness and he tried to make the atmosphere a bit lighter but to no particular use. Maybe you were a bit uneasy because of Shawn and his overall demeanour. This kid had you so confused that you felt a bit intimidated and lost. First, he appears glad to know you are trustworthy and he can confide in you anytime he feels like it. The next thing you know, he is closed off and almost snaps at you for trying to be there for him and help him.

‘We’re here. I am telling you again, if you feel uncomfortable or just want to go please tell me. I’ll understand’’ Shawn said, worry evident in his eyes.

‘’Shawn it is just a party. I don’t see what could go wrong’’ you chuckled nervously and got out of the car before he got any chance to protest or stop you.

However, many things went wrong that night. First of all, as soon as you went further in the house you lost track of Shawn meaning that you were all alone in a room full of unknown people. You opted for the safest option which was the bar, deciding that since you had gotten yourself into this mess you might as well treat yourself. Making your way to the bar, you spotted an empty space and sat on top of a chair trying to create your drink. Just as you turned your head around though, you got a glimpse of Shawn dancing with a blonde girl, and very close for your liking. You instantly averted your gaze in front of you, thanking the bartender for giving you your drink.

‘’Hey, what’s up’’ you heard someone ask beside you and at first you ignored it. Besides, he would be someone drunk out of his mind trying to have his way with you and that was the last thing you wanted.

‘’Having fun?’’ the man next to you persisted.

‘’Actually, I’m not ver-‘’ just as you turned your head to face the stranger next to you, you felt a lump forming in your throat.

‘’Patrick? What are you doing here?’’ you asked not really believing that the person you were trying to avoid so hard was right in front of you.

‘’What? Am I not allowed to have fun in a bar anymore?’’ he said, wearing his disgusting smirk on his lips.

‘’What do you want?’’ you asked, giving him the hint that you weren’t very pleased to see him there.

‘’Simple question with the simplest of answers. You. I’ve been trying to get to you but you just kept locking me out. Why?’’ he asked and you laughed.

‘’What part of the ‘’I want nothing to do with you’’ didn’t you understand?’’ you said and tried to get up from your seat but he instantly stood in front of you, blocking your way.

‘’Let me go before I make a scene’’

‘’I’d like to see you try’’ he said and grabbed your arms attempting to take you with him.

‘’No, let me go’’ you said trying to free yourself from his grasp, crying desperately for someone to come and save the day.

‘’I think she said to let her fucking go’’ someone said and you were relieved to see a head of curls glaring with fierce hatred towards Patrick.

‘’Bro mind your damn business. I am leaving with my girlfriend for fuck’s sake’’ he lied, trying to get out of Shawn’s face but he was having none of this.

‘’Bullshit. Y/N has only one boyfriend and that’s me. Now get off’’

‘’Or else?’’ Patrick smirked and he was met with Shawn’s fist right at his jaw. You were bewildered enough at Shawn pretending to be your boyfriend in order to protect you as it is so seeing Shawn beat Patrick up was the last push.

‘’Shawn enough. He let me go’’ you tried to prevent him from getting hurt by Patrick, not really bearing the thought of Shawn with blood anywhere on him.

‘’Bother her one more time and you will never see the fucking sunlight anymore’’ Shawn threatened and Patrick vanished immediately.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Shawn turned his attention to you and he cupped your face with his two large hands before you nodded in agreement.

‘’Thank you very much Shawn. Thank you. Are you alright?’’ you asked concerned, seeing a few scratches on Shawn’s lips and some drops of blood dripping from his nose.

‘’Don’t worry about it’’ he said but you knew better. Without really caring about the dancing figures in the room you grabbed Shawn’s arm and you guided him to one of the many restrooms.

‘’There must be some rubbing alcohol and bandages in here. Wait’’ you said, closing the door behind you and searching the small bathroom for the necessities you needed in order to take care of Shawn’s wounds. All the while you were opening and closing cabinets, Shawn was placed on top of the toilet seat, eyeing you closely and rubbing his hands together. He was used to getting into fights but he never had anyone taking care of his lip scratches before so he felt a bit… vulnerable. He hated feeling this way, always believing he had to be the strong one. So, in one swift move, he got up and was ready to open the door before you turned with the things in your hands.

‘’Here they are- Shawn what are you doing?’’ you asked a bit irritated that Shawn didn’t want to be in there with you.

‘’ I said I am fine Y/N. I don’t need you seeing me like this’’ he said raising his voice, without having any reason to.

‘’Wow’’ was all you could muster and he took his previous seat on the toilet seat puffing loudly.

‘’What’’ he snapped

‘’You know what… Screw this’’ you said, seeing Shawn being shocked.

‘’What do you mean?’’

‘’I don’t get it Shawn. You are so hard to understand. There are times when you seem pretty glad we get to hang out together and you try to protect me. But there are other times when you just shut me out and act like I am psychotic stranger trying to get your attention. I don’t like being played Shawn and this thing is messing with my head. It really is.’’ You finished and proceeded to walk to the door, when you felt a hand grabbing yours.

‘’I am sorry Y/N. It’s just that… Every time I get attached to someone they always find a reason to leave. So I guess, I am pretty used to being independent and having no one to care for me that when it actually happens I freak out’’ he confessed and you sighed.

‘’That doesn’t give you the right to mess with other people though. You should really let other people help you with your problems and your worries or else you might go crazy’’ you said looking him into his eyes and searching for something that told you to stop because you went too far. Instead, all you could see in Shawn’s eyes were hope and uncertainty, instantly making you feel guilty.

‘’I am sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I should go’’ you said taking a few steps back and opening the door before having it closed again by Shawn.

‘’What are you doing Shawn?’’ you asked worried but stopped questioning things when you felt his plump lips on top of yours.

‘’Can you be the one who helps me solve my insecurities and my fears?’’ he asked you almost out of breath, locking his eyes with yours. It was right at this moment that your eyes lit up and you lips curled into a smile before reassuring him in the warmest way possible.

‘’I think I can do that’’.

[mjolfarr]

ONE SHOT

TITLE: A SLAVE TO YOUR KING

original inbox request- Hi I was wondering if you could write something where Loki is king and Reader is given to him as a gift from a rival kingdom as a peace offering. As like a bed slave or something, I would love to see some Loki Dom and reader sub kinky stuff because I noticed you haven't written any kinky scenes yet. Maybe a bj lol that leads to other stuff. Also, I hope you don't mind I inboxed it instead of commented i wanted to stay anonymous.

Warning: This chapter will contain sexual scenes and situations if you are uncomfortable reading things like that please skip this chapter- Eira

---Loki's Pov---

It has been three months since I was crowned king of Asgard and other kingdoms were already begging for my mercy. Most people think I am quite hasty in my decisions regardless of how much I think before I act. This is why I have messengers coming with gifts daily begging me not to start a war with them and instead be allies. It was a stupid notion that I would ever jump straight into a war only after three months as sitting king but the gifts were pleasant so I did not bother to correct anyone. Perhaps I should have and I wouldn't be sitting in front of four girls dressed skimpily in chains kneeling before me. "This, your highness are four of the most lovely women our kingdom has to offer. The king would be honored if you choose one to be your bed slave." The advisor said in a proud voice, now I knew that most kingdoms were far is the past compared to Asgard but this was remarkable. Bed slaves have not been used for decades by kings and I honestly wouldn't know how my people would react. I would have to choose because if I didn't that would be grounds for war, something I couldn't afford. "Shall I examine them?" I told rather than asked he bowed backing away from the girls allowing me to get up close and personal. The first one was a red-head which wasn't a turn-off but I disliked how significantly shorter she was than me. I shouldn't matter since I had no intention of laying a hand on any of them but I did want to choose one I liked. "What is your name?" I demanded, looking at her stubby legs, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Ugh, nothing was more unattractive to me then not having your own identity so I walked over to the second girl. She was around my height with long brown hair and elven ears to match; I've heard they're quite flexible so I was intrigued. "What is your name," I asked fully prepared to choose her no matter the answer, "Whatever you wish to call me master." Her voice had to be the most shrill thing I've ever heard in my life, that was a for sure no. The third one's face had an attitude on it which caused me to walk straight past her without stopping. Now the last one she was just so interesting, her (h/c) reached around (h/l) on her body. Unlike the rest of the girls, she had a realistic body type that I wouldn't mind grasping. The messenger read my mind, "You can touch them if you wish your highness." A wicked opportunity I couldn't pass up it would be the only time I enjoyed her body so I might as well toy with it a bit. I grabbed her hips pulling them towards me sharply causing her to stand, she didn't dare protest but it did come as a surprise. I let my hands dance up and grip her breasts and tugged her back against my chest roughly. The sheer white dress she was wearing didn't put much distance between me and her flesh so I used it to my advantage. I teased her nipples rolling them in my fingers slowly kneading them until I heard her breathing quicken. It didn't take much to excite her but I enjoyed playing with her, I let go of her and stepped around for her to face me once again. Instead of looking at me directly like the other girls she had her head down and cheeks flushed. "What is your name?" I questioned, she didn't look up but she did speak, "(Name) master." the other girls gasped at her answer and she raised her face in shock of what came out of her mouth. "My apologies your highness she is new in our program and isn't quite bright." The messenger walked with heated footsteps but I waved him away and reached out to touch her face. She flinched away as though she thought I was going to hit her so when I stroked her cheek everyone was surprised. "I desire this one, (name) is it?" she leaned into my touch and bowed her head to me, "Yes, master." she spoke only to me, "Take her to my chambers I have other duties to attend to at the moment," I told to the servants that her standing on hand and watched them loop around her arms walking her out of the room. The other girls' chains rattled just as much as (name)'s had when they were told to stand and were walked out of the room. I would much rather tend to (name) but the royals of the court she came from where excepting me to entertain them and talk treaties for the rest of the morning. This couldn't be over any faster.

----Your Pov----

His room was really big it shouldn't be a surprise because he's a king but this had to be the biggest room you had ever seen. You wished the servants had released you from the chains connected to your ankles, wrists, and neck. They made it so hard to turn your head or walk at all but either way you waddled up to the big window near his bed. Asgard was so beautiful, you would probably only see what you could from his bedroom widow but you wouldn't take it for granted. He was just as intimidating as everyone told you and the other three girls, he was so tall and his green eyes were hard to read. You wondered why he chose you over the other more attractive options; no one guessed he would have. The only reason you were even here was because the girl who actually got chosen lost her virginity to a stable boy and you were the only one on hand. With a limited amount of submissive training and lessons you were already messing up telling him your real name was a rookie mistake. You felt tired after the long carriage ride of your teachers drilling you all in preparation of meeting the king. You hadn't eaten or slept in days so his grand bed was looking so nice and comfortable. Luckily you knew better than to do that you were not supposed to touch anything unless told to. You compromised and took at pillow off the bed and a throw blanket from a chair to make a spot on the floor to sleep. If you were going to be punished for anything it would be for using his pillows to sleep something you could live with.

----Loki's Pov----

That took much longer than I had anticipated it was at least 12:00 at night and I only just got away from the ongoing banquet I threw in their honor. At this point I just wanted to go to sleep, once I reached my room  satisfaction crept over me I finally got to be alone. The room was strictly lit by moonlight and a silhouette was lying on the floor, Fuck I forgot about the girl. The further I went into the room the better I could see her figure lying there. She was sleeping in an uncomfortable position because it appeared no one released her from her bonds, "Is everyone useless?" I muttered under my breath storming around looking for a key, I dug through my drawers loudly and I heard stirring behind me. "Master?" Her voice was still laced with sleep which made it all the more sensual and appealing. I spotted a little pink box with a bow that had a key on top of it, "Hold on," I replied walking over so I could unlock her. She was sitting up with her wrists out for me, "How long have you been asleep?" I asked shedding her of all the shackles and tossing them across the room, "Has someone fed you?" she shook her head and rubbed her neck. "No master," there was that low and sexy voice again I had originally promised myself I would refrain from touching her but it proved to be harder than expected. "Are you hungry," I spoke pulling her up to stand, "No master." Something inside me twitched if she used that voice one more time this would be a very different night indeed. "You're a virgin aren't you," she nodded feebly and a small smile to match. "Sit on the bed," I demanded pushing her towards it she looked scared but complied with my order. "I have rules that you will always follow do you understand?" she nodded again not speaking which was probably for the best, "In private you will always call my master no exception, while in public you may call me whatever you desire except my first name. You will sleep in my bed every night and that's me being generous, you will not talk back to me ever or you will be punished. You will have your own wardrobe of anything you wish but any outfit that is short, sheer, thin and leaves room for imagination will only be worn in front of me. My pleasure always comes before yours, you will swallow what I give you and be a good girl, if you follow these rules you will never want for anything and get plenty of rewards." She was looking at me intently soaking in all of my words, "Now I will call you pet or (name) when I choose to." She tilted her head thought, "thank you for your kindness." I sighed running a hand through my black hair I didn't know where I was going with this but I knew where I wanted it to. "Are you fearful of me?" She hadn't met my gaze yet and it was getting quite annoying, "yes master," I swallowed hard, "look at me when I'm speaking to you." she raised her head and looked at me directly that I could manage but when she bit her lower lip absentmindedly it pushed me too far. Lust and desire overwhelmed my senses a needed her now, "I had originally promised myself I would not lay a finger on you and treat you as a guest instead of a bed servant. It is clear to me now that isn't going possible since you're quite tempting. Now be my good girl and get on your knees pet." She didn't protest my order and did as she was told promptly, "I assume you've been taught but I shall let you learn firsthand."

---Your Pov---

As soon as your knees hit the ground he had moved and sat on the bed removing his pants completely. He took a fist full of your hair and dragged you closer to him, "Like I said you will swallow and what I give you if you dare spit it out there will be consequences." His eyes were dark and lust filled the tight grip he had on your hair sprung tears from the corner of your eyes. "Yes master," you choked out and he released you all at once offering you his mostly erect member. You didn't want to do this it made you feel more disgusted at yourself than anything, you didn't have choice he owned you this was the first night to a long life. You sucked in a deep breath and took the large length in your mouth wrapping your hand around it trying your best to stroke it. "Too slow," he hissed gripping the back of your head again and forcing it down on his length. You gagged feeling it at the back of your throat it was hard to breathe but he didn't allow you to raise your head. He groaned and thrusted into your mouth without letting go of you, you pulled away quickly coughing and panting to catch your breath. He grabbed the hair on the top of your head even tighter than before making you wince at the shooting pain. "Don't you ever pull away unless I tell you to or you won't live to regret it?" The tone of his voice was frightful you didn't dare protest, "Now go back to work," He grunted letting you take control instead of gagging you. You went as fast as you could trying  and your best to please him, you still were having trouble breathing but you didn't dare stop now. He seemed to be enjoying what you were doing because he kept groaning and encouraging you with soft hair caresses rather than yanks. The longer you did this the better you felt, you were getting making your movements smoother and faster you could feel him nearing his end. He stood pushing your head deeper and giving more affirming groans of pleasure. "Eyes up here, now" he demanded you to watch him; you brought your face up and saw his pleased expression that motivated you to keep going. He started to moan in a low tone dipping his head forward, you felt him twitch in your mouth and hold you more closely. His warm seed darted into your mouth until there was no more to give you, it was absolutely disgusting and you didn't want it in your mouth but you had to swallow it. You forced it down and gagged once it was all gone, your stomach turned but at least it was over. He looked impressed while you wiped the corner of your mouth, "you are a good girl aren't you?" He spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "As I promised I will give you a nice reward for your good behavior." He gestured for you to bend over his lap and you obeyed standing up slowly but he wasn't having that so he tugged you onto him. You felt his hand creeping near your nether regions, "Oh look at this pet, and you're far more excited than you let on." It was true but it only made you more embarrassed, you had never volunteered for this job yet here you were. He started nudging a finger at your entrance coaxing quiet moans from your lips, you used your hands to cover your mouth but he used his hand and pulled them behind your back. "Tell me how badly you need it," you squirmed underneath him trying your best to stay calm and collected. He took another finger and prodded more but not enough to give you the pleasure you wanted. "You will answer me pet," he smirked pressing his fingers deeper inside of you. It wasn't that you didn't want to answer him but you couldn't form any words all that came out were squeaks. A hard slap came on your backside, the mixture of pleasure and pain proved too much to hold in. You finally found your voice and started moaning aloud giving him the confirmation he wanted to hear. "How badly do you want me?" he made you quiver with a cocky tone of voice, there was no point lying about it or denying how aroused you were. "I need you really badly, please," he chuckled at your desperation and curled his fingers in you. "Really, that bad hm?" you tried bucking your hips against his hand but he wasn't allowing you to, "Yes, please I need it." You begged, he retracted his hand completely and lifted you up placing you on the bed bent over. You knew exactly what he was going to do and you wanted it, it made you sound like a freak but you really wanted it. You felt the pressure of his member aligned to your entrance he didn't give you once second to brace for what was coming before the thrust inside of you. It hurt way more than you had expected it to, you screamed out in pain but he didn't stop of slow down. He took one hand and held your hip while the other covered your mouth to silence you and your shouts. He did slow his pace but it didn't feel any worse or any better until about five minutes in where everything turned into sheer enjoyment. he started a steady pounding pace that made you grab the sheets out of frustration you couldn't get a better grip on him. It was almost  like he felt the same so He turned you abruptly making your face in his eye line and yet that still wasn't enough. He lifted you up not to exit you but to slam your back against a wall; you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck so he didn't have to stabilize you. He then proceeded to bite your lower lip hard enough to draw blood and licked over it demanding his tongue entrance into your mouth. You retaliated by tangling your fingers In his black hair and opening slightly for him to gain access. Your tongues engaged in a needy desperate fight for dominance but it was harder to focus when you kept moaning against his mouth. He broke the kiss and pinned your wrists over your head and using his other hand to guide your hips once more driving you insane... you needed more of him. A wave of tingles ripped over your body letting you tighten around him, "Say my name," he said through gritted teeth. You didn't know if he meant what he told you to call him or his first name, your brain was going numb so you said the only word that passed through your lips. "Loki," you groaned arching your back off of the wall and shaking from your orgasm. Loki followed in pursuit pressing his forehead against yours while he became undone inside of you releasing your wrists and focusing on holding you while you took him in. Once it was all said and done with you both were breathing jaggedly, "You broke a rule," he whispered into your ear that shot fear down your spine. Was he going to hit you or something worse? It had to be about the name you called him.You opened your mouth to say sorry but he cut you off, "My pleasure always comes before yours but since you pleased me so well pet I shall let you get away with it. He let go of you and you slid down the wall on shaky legs and a stinging tingling coming from between your legs. Even though you slept for hours that whole thing exhausted you immensely, He still towered over you menacingly as always. You doubted you would ever not fear him but you did like him, He kissed your temple and chuckled, " you're exciting pet I chose well, now come I require rest as do you."

-FIN

[skarsbill-blog]

Bill x Reader - Neighbours.

Request: Y/N and Bill live in the same building and get to know each other through running in to one another. 

Another request! I’ve decided I want to focus on these for a while, I’m finding them more enjoyable to write and knowing I’m writing something people have specifically asked for feels a bit more productive. I altered this request a little bit but I hope you still like it! 

I’ve had some really good requests tonight and I’m excited to plan those out and begin writing them tomorrow. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN, please send in whatever you’d like to see from me. 

Note: If you’ve sent one in, I will get to it. I keep your message in my inbox so I don’t forget what you have suggested and when I have posted your request I will reply to your message.

Happy reading! Don’t forget to let me know what you think. 

MASTERLIST

Yet another Monday morning that had come around far too soon. I prepared myself for work, going through all of the usual motions of having my coffee, doing my hair, putting on my face and then picking an outfit out of the department store I called my closet. I opted for a tight black shirt tucked in to a black high waisted skater skirt and a cape style coat with beautiful gold buttons down the middle. I finished my outfit with my usual gold rings, watch and black heels. After filling my travel mug with yet another coffee or two, I grabbed my bag and I was out the door.

I made it for the elevator just as someone else did, my neighbour Bill. We lived on the same floor and often ran in to each other in the mornings and afternoons. We had never really progressed past a polite hello and how was your day, but those times were nice nevertheless. Bill gave off a very kind vibe, he was light and vibrant. You knew well who he was as far as his career went, but when you looked at him you still just saw Bill, the tall, handsome and friendly guy that lived on your floor, and you believed that Bill had noticed this, realising I wasn’t someone who recognised him for his fame but who he actually was.

“Hey Bill, how are you?” I initiated the conversation, confidence exuding from me as I pulled my phone out and flicked through some emails. I smiled at him as he replied, “I’m good Y/N, how are you babe?” He smiled at me and my heart fluttered at his words, knowing very well they were casual but liking the sound of them anyway. “Good thank you.” I grinned at him, admiring his face and just how breathtakingly handsome he truly was. The elevator arrived on the ground floor and we both jumped out. The building was extremely secure and perfect for people like Bill who required a quiet place to live, free from interruptions and by interruptions I mean fans. “You know Y/N, we always see each other in the hall but we never hang out, we should do that some time.” I nodded happily in agreement, loving the idea of actually sitting down and having a conversation with Bill that extended past our usual greetings on the way to the ground floor in the elevator. “That sounds really good,” Deciding to go a step further with my confidence this morning by suggesting a time to do exactly that, I spoke up once again “Whenever you’re free next, just come around.” “Saturday night?” “Sounds perfect, I’ll see you then.” I waved at him, smiling brightly as I turned and wandered away in the direction of my office building.

 Saturday came around sooner than I thought and while I prepared all of the nibbles and drinks I had planned for us for the evening, I found myself growing giddy at the thought of spending time with Bill one on one. I had set plenty of food and drinks out on the table for the both of us and had made sure my apartment looked perfectly tidy. When Bill knocked on my door I just about jumped over the back of the sofa to get to him, opening it and smiling widely at the tall gentleman standing on the other side.

“Please, come in!” I moved to the side so he could step in freely, taking in his casual outfit choice that consisted of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. “Nice to see you again Y/N, what are our plans for this evening?” He asked calmly, looking around and eyeing off the refreshments on the coffee table. “Well, I have a few movies for you to pick from, plenty of food and drinks. I figured we could just hang out and talk”. I had never been one to go out in public and sit in some loud restaurant when I was trying to get to know someone and I certainly wasn’t embarrassed to make it obvious that I much preferred a cosy night in. Bill didn’t seem bothered by this as he smiled in response, making himself comfortable on the sofa, pulling one of my many fluffy blankets over his lap and perusing through all of the movies I had set out. “Sounds perfect!” He tilted his head up at me, watching me wander around the sofa and sit down next to him.

Bill eventually picked a movie and we sat comfortably with each other, watching it intently until it all became too boring and we immersed ourselves in conversation. We told each other about what was going on in our lives at the moment and what we were planning for the future. We spoke of our families, where we both came from and what we liked and didn’t like all the way from food to people. We had a lot in common and I wasn’t sure whether or not I was surprised by this. Bill was exactly as I thought he would be, easy to talk to and comfortable to be around, the perfect kind of person to spend one’s time with.

 Over the coming weeks Bill and I found ourselves in each other’s company more often than not, and I for one certainly was not complaining. It had been indescribably enjoyable to be around someone so level headed, at least in comparison to where I was in life and the kind of person I needed around me. He made my head feel clear, he was that kind of person if you know what I mean, someone who made everything else go away, at least for a little while. It wouldn’t be too much to say that I had developed a rather large crush on him either, I mean how could I not. He was kind, beautiful, considerate, attractive, funny.. all of the best things in a person. I was appreciative that I had the opportunity to spend so much time with him and to get to know him on a basis that I knew not many people did. Although now, in consideration of the undeniable attraction I felt towards him, I couldn’t help but grow progressively more nervous at the thought of being around him. I began to find it hard to form sentences, and suddenly my cool demeanour I was able to maintain around him at any other given time has become history.

Bill was sitting at my counter, watching me wander around and gather the ingredients for a cup of English breakfast for me and a coffee for him. I could feel his eyes follow me as I moved quickly around my kitchen, thinking far too hard about remaining calm in front of Bill. It was surreal how quickly this crush had effected me, usually I was completely at ease around him and now I felt like I might throw up. “You’re acting weird..” He mumbled, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I paused, surprised I failed to remember that Bill knew me well enough by now to notice when something was up and wishing I had tried harder to hide it. “Am I?” I feigned surprise, “I’m not trying to, sorry.” I attempted my best fake smile while I boiled the kettle, praying that this was enough for him to drop it. He stood, walking over to me as I turned to watch him. He took this opportunity to move closer, pinning me between the counter and his torso. “Y/N, tell me what’s going on.” He watched me sternly, intimidating me the best way he knew how in an effort to get me to spill whatever I was keeping from him. “Bill, this is completely embarrassing and I know I’ll regret this when you run for the hills, but I may have developed a tiny crush on you?” The last part came out as more of a question than a statement, my voice going a few octaves higher than usual. He smirked at me and I felt my cheeks flush while I waited nervously for his response. I was preparing my escape plan in my head, moving past his tall figure was the first stage and the second was locking myself in my bedroom for the rest of eternity. He took my face in both of his hands and spoke as calmly as I had ever hard him speak, “Well thank god, I thought I was the only one here with a crush on the other person in the room.” My eyes grew wide and I looked at him like he wasn’t speaking English, unable to fathom Bill liking me in the same way I had grown to like him. I mean I don’t know what I was expecting, he’s the perfect friend, now best friend and I can imagine he would be even better than the perfect boyfriend.

We stood there and took each other in for what felt like forever, before I felt Bill’s lips against my own. It was the softest and most thoughtful kiss I was sure I had ever received, I closed my eyes and savoured the moment, sinking in to his hands on the sides of my face as he traced the my cheekbone ever so softly with the pads of his thumbs. “What do you say to being.. together?” He asked me, avoiding the words boyfriend and girlfriend because we had agreed during one of our many conversations that those phrases made us both cringe. “I’d say that that sounds perfect.” I smiled, my chin against his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek before attending back to our beverages. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his head in to the crook of my neck where he left playful kisses. This felt perfect, the mere realisation of what this now meant making my heart feel more at home than it ever had with another person. “I think it sounds pretty perfect myself.” He said softly against the shell of my ear, leaving a chaste kiss against my jawline. I knew in that moment that this man was all I needed, considering myself the luckiest woman alive and thanking whichever god was out there that I had found myself living in this building, riding the elevator every single day with someone I would soon come to discover I would spend the rest of my life with.

[sufferthesea]

Hi again can you make a part 2 to the dance one with Genma? Maybe them asking Tsunade, getting ready for the dance and the actual dance.

@litkatkim I hope this is okay! I know it took me a while, and I didn’t get to include everything I wanted to but I didn’t want to make it too long! This is my last request in my inbox and now I can focus totally on my other fics without feeling guilty, woohoo! Thanks for being such a sweetie and waiting so patiently for this! 

Words: 3.022Rating: GeneralPairing: Genma x Female Reader [Sequel to this post] Read on AO3

You stood beforeTsunade, hands wringing with nerves as Genma spoke with herseriously. He stood a few steps ahead of you, as if to protect youfrom the older woman’s deadpan stare. You knew this was a bad idea.

“Youwant to what?” sheasked, folding her hands together and lowering her head to stare atyou while Genma spoke.

“I asked her ifshe would go to the dance with me, and she said yes. But we wanted toget your permission first,” Genma said quickly, his senbontwitching nervously in his mouth with every word. “Or, rather,second I guess, since I already asked …”

“Youdo realize this dance was for the shinobi only?”Tsunade asked, one eyebrow raising seemingly in harsh judgment.

“Yes,” Genmasaid, shuffling slightly to his left to block you from view of theHokage. “And she was worried about that! She didn’t want to gowith me unless it was okay with you, Hokage-sama. So we came here toask you for your permission.”

Tsunade sighedheavily and sat up, folding her arms across her chest and lookingfrom Genma to you, unimpressed. “You sound like a teenager askingto take my kid out to the movies or something. You’re not sixteen,Genma. And she’s not my kid. I hired her as a dance instructor, andI think it’s fine if she wants to go to the dance with you - eventhough she’s not a shinobi. Besides,” Tsunade gave a knowingsmile to you, “I’m sure that it’d be good having her there. Shecan correct any missteps - and I’m sure there’ll be plenty.”

You bowed deeply,feeling your face flush hot. “Thank you, Hokage-sama! I appreciateit a lot!”

Genma bowed as well.“Thank you,” he said.

“Just don’t messaround,” Tsunade called as Genma ushered you towards the door. “Iwant you two to be at the dance! If I don’t see you, I’ll sendANBU after you to track you down. Got it?”

Fearstruck you at the word ANBU.You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, but it didn’t sound good- especially if they were supposed to track you down.

“Yes,Hokage-sama,” Genma called out before shoving you through the opendoor and down the hall. “C’mon, let’s hurry up.”

“Where are wegoing?”

“We’re got toget you something to wear.” He tugged at your sleeve and you pulledaway in embarrassment. “I mean, not that this isn’t cute but …you’ve got to dress up. It’s a dance.”

“I know it’s adance,” you said a bit defensively, hugging yourself and leaningaway from Genma. “But I … I’m not sure how much I like the ideaof going shopping … with you.”

“Well that’smean.”

You shook your head,turning to face him once you left the stairs and your feet met the hard-packed earth. “Ijust … You don’t want to go shopping with me!”

“I don’t want togo, or you don’t want me to go?”

You turned away andshrugged. “B-Both?”

Genma rolled hissenbon over his tongue and shrugged. “Alright. I respect that. ButI’m gonna ignore it.”

“Huh?” youasked, turning to look at him.

He grabbed yourwrist and pulled you towards the shops. “We’ve only got a fewhours to go shopping. It took you so long to get the nerve up to askTsunade about even going, that we wasted a lot of valuable time.”

“Sorry …”

“Don’t worryabout it. If I were you, I’d be intimidated if I was asked out by aguy as handsome as myself, too.” He grinned wide, wiggling hiseyebrows. You blushed and socked him in the arm.

“Knock it o-off!You’re not as f-funny as you think.”

“Really? That’skind of a shame, because I think I’m hilarious.” His smile toldyou he was teasing and you rolled your eyes, still trying to processthe fact that a guy like him wanted anything to do with you. Itseemed so strange that he’d even want to talk to you, and yet herehe was - escorting you to a shop so you could pick out a dress forthe Shinobi Ball, something you never imagined you’d ever attend.Genma let go of your wrist and strolled alongside you comfortably,turning his head up to look at the afternoon sky. You took a momentto admire him, smiling softly as he chewed on the senbon then pursedhis lips together and let out a whistle. Whatever Genma saw in you,you were glad he did see it because this was a moment you never would have wanted to miss.

“I’m not sure I… You can’t!” you protested, clutching at the silky folds ofthe dress you wore. “You can’t buy this for me!”

“Why not? Youcan’t afford it.”

“H-Hey …”

“That’snot what I meant! I mean, you’re a dance instructorin a shinobi village. A village that’s still recovering from a war.And I know for a fact that business for you hasn’t been all thatfrequent since the war started.I just want to do something nice for you, since I’m the one whoasked you to go with me …” He reached out and looked at the pricetag. Disguising his surprise with a couch, he dropped the tag andshrugged. “It’s not too expensive! It’s fine. But you gottamake sure - is this one you want?”

“Genma -”

“Is this the oneyou want?”

You turned to lookat yourself in the full-body mirror, examining the soft fabricflowing around you. It complimented your skin tone nicely and youreyes seemed to shine in the lights framing the mirror, though youwere partially convinced it was from how happy you were. You wereabsolutely glowing and a happy smile spread across your face as youcaught sight of Genma standing behind you in the mirror, looking atyou with admiration. Blushing warmly, you rubbed your arms and turnedaround.

“Yes,” youmurmured, “this is the one I want.”

“Good,” Genmasaid, grinning. “I hoped so. Alright, go get changed and we’llcheck out, huh?”

“Okay,” you saidbefore heading back into the stall to change back into your clothes.

“Andyou’re absolutely sure?”Genma asked through the door.

“Are you trying tomake me doubt myself? Because it’s working.”

“No - not that!But this shop has a No Returns policy, so …”

“Y-Yes, then! I’msure! Absolutely!”

“Okay … good.Uhm … I’ll go wait up front for you.”

Yousighed, looking at yourself in the mirrors lining the walls of thechanging room. You turned around, inspecting yourself from everyangle. Was this thedress you wanted? Pushing out all the negative thoughts and guiltthat clouded your mind, you stared at yourself from every angle inthe small room and nodded firmly. Yes. This was the dress. This wasyour dress.

Not wanting to keepGenma waiting any longer, you quickly changed clothes and joined himup front, the dress draped delicately over your arm.

The dance was beingheld at one of the buildings reconstructed by Yamato. It had beendecorated with paper lanterns, stone statues of lucky animals, andone corner held a small altar with burning incense so each guestcould pay respects for every life lost in the war. The buildingsmelled like jasmine and vanilla, but it wasn’t overpowering.Dozens of shinobi had already arrived and were dressed inuncomfortably formal attire. No one looked pleased and they were allstanding off to the side, muttering under their breaths about“wasting time” and how it was “silly” this had beenmandatory. Gai was there, looking surprisingly dapper in a tuxedowith a pressed white shirt and a flashy green tie. He smiled brightlyas you arrived, looking skittish and embarrassed to be surrounded bysuch powerful ninja.

“Hello!” Gaicalled, waving you over to the dessert table he was sitting beside inhis wheelchair. Kakashi was lounging there too, nose pressed into thepages of his book. He too was dressed in a suit, but had a smoothblack mask to match. You and Genma quickly walked over to the pairand you bowed in greeting; Genma merely gave a nod and Kakashi wavedback curtly.

“You lookradiant,” Gai said, beaming. “We had no idea you would be here!But it’s a pleasant surprise! Are you here to upstage us all? Youknow, I’ve still been practicing. This little injury can’t keepme down,” he said as he tapped on his wrapped leg. “Right,Kakashi?”

The silver-hairedjonin sighed “He’s been insisting we all practice together.”

“Oh good,” yousaid, lighting up. “So all my hard work hasn’t gone to waste!Thank you, Gai. I appreciate it.”

Kakashiblushed in embarrassment and looked away. “I - I didn’t say itwas a waste topractice …”

“Of course!” Gaishouted, giving you a thumbs up. “And I see - are you twotogether?”

You blushed hard butGenma stepped closer to throw an arm around your shoulder. “I askedher to the dance and she said yes,” he replied.

“Good for you!”Gai smiled. “I think you’re just about the only ones to get adate.” He looked around the room at the other shinobi and shook hishead. “It’s a bit pathetic isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t saythat,” you began, following his gaze. Your face fell when you sawthat everyone was standing around on the outskirts of the dancefloor, looking miserable and awkward. You saw Iruka was trying tohide from a hoard of some of the older retired kunoichi who had settheir sights on him. Yamato was standing by himself, looking the mostuncomfortable in a suit, talking to somebody about how he’d made thebuilding they were in - and the table they were using - and thechairs they were sitting in …

“Well?” Genmaasked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” you said,turning to look at him.

“Whatdo you say? No one else is going to start dancing without someincentive. You’rethe dance instructor. Why don’t you show them what all thoselessons were for?” He held out his hand and you tentatively tookit, squeezing his fingers in yours.

“Alright … uhm,who’s leading this time?”

Genma smirked andquirked one eyebrow. “Does it matter?”

Rolling your eyes,you turned to face him and placed your hand on his shoulder, his handfinding a place on your waist. “Fine, then. I guess we’ll startand see where it goes …”

“Sounds good tome.”

“We’ll do thefirst dance we learned … is that okay?”

“You’re theinstructor.”

“Yeah, but you’remy date.”

“Fair enough. It’sfine with me. That’s a dance we all attended classes for. Maybe wecan encourage them to join.”

Youlaughed softly and nodded. “Sure. We’ll go with that.” Slowlyyou took the lead, guiding Genma out towards the dance floor insmall, graceful steps. He followed suit, relinquishing leadership toyou as he’d done before. The music playing softly overhead didn’tmatch your pace nor your dance, and you tried to tune it out to countthe steps as you moved around the polished floor. As you spun around,you caught sight of the rest of the shinobi staring at you and youtripped over Genma’s feet and stopped, looking down in horror. Yourface burned hot at the realization that every single personin the room was watching you.

“Is somethingwrong?” Genma asked, trying to see your face.

You shook your headquickly, standing up and brushing your hair back. “I-It’s fine! Ijust got, uhm … c-caught up in … I was just di-distracted, wasall …”

“Right. That’sokay. Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

“Su-Sure.” Yourhands shook as you took your place flush against him again, nowcompletely aware of everyone staring at you. But unlike your dancelessons from before, these ninja wouldn’t just up and leave thebuilding. Tsunade was somewhere among the crowd watching, waiting,with hawk eyes to catch anyone trying to escape early.

Hesitantly, you bothbegan your dance around the room, less graceful this time around nowthat you were aware you were being watched. Your body tensed everytime your eyes shifted from Genma’s chest to over his shoulder. Gaiwas giving you the biggest grin you’d ever seen and two thumbs up,but everyone else seemed bored. At least they weren’t making fun ofyou … You tripped again, your mind caught up in the idea of all theshinobi laughing at you and you buried your face in your hands.

“Hey, it’salright,” Genma said, rolling the senbon around in his mouth.“You’re just nervous is all. I think everyone is. Why don’t weget a few more people out here and we can -?”

“No,” you saidsuddenly. “No, I - I’m … I’m done … for now.”

“But I -”

You shook your head,gathering up your skirt and hurrying off of the dance floor and intothe dimly lit edges of the room. Genma sighed heavily and followedafter you.

“Lovers’quarrel,” you heard someone mutter under their breath when youpassed by. Though their tone was joking you couldn’t help but feeleven more embarrassed. Not only had they seen you dancing andtripping, but they’d seen you run off without your date too. Thiswas getting worse and worse by the second.

“That was anabsolutely lovely dance,” Gai said when you brushed past him to getto the dessert table. “Your moves were so elegant and flawless!”

“Hm,” Kakashiadded, turning back to his book.

“Th-Thanks,” youmuttered, unable to look at either of them.

“Just promise meone thing,” Gai said, reaching out to touch your arm. You turned tolook at him, confused. He grinned and his eyes closed tight, “Promiseme you’ll save the last dance for me!”

Givinga forced giggle, you nodded. “Sure. I’ll do that …”Unfortunately Gai didn’t know that that probably wasyour last dance for the evening. You couldn’t imagine going backout there to make a fool of yourself again. Instead, you’d drownyour sorrows in chocolate and sweet red bean cakes. You fiddled witha tray of sweets while the rest of the shinobi continued to millabout uncomfortably. Genma appeared before you on the other side ofthe table and cocked an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?Why don’t you want to dance? Is it me? I know I didn’t get in asmuch practice as I should’ve but, heh, I thought our privatelessons were pretty useful …” He grinned teasingly, but youweren’t amused.

Turning away, youfolded your arms across your chest. “D-Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Say stuff likethat! I-In front of people … You’re … you’re trying toembarrass me.”

Genma’s expressionshifted from entertainment to surprise. “No - No I’m not! I justdon’t know why you’re so embarrassed. I thought we were having agood time. I mean, you may have tripped up a few times but it wasgoing pretty well. What changed?”

You motioned towardsthe crowd of shinobi and backed up against the wall. “They’re allwatching me.”

“And?”

“And?And they’re - they’re watching me!I don’t want to dance in front of so many people … I’ve alreadymessed up twice.”

“Trust me, any oneof these guys would - and probably will - mess up way more thantwice. Besides, I think they were all staring at you because of howbeautiful you look and how well you dance.”

You flattened yourhands against your thighs, feeling the silk of your dress, and shookyour head. “You’re just saying that.”

“I am saying it.Because it’s true. Look at you! I bet everyone’s jealous I got togo with you.”

Blushing, you chewedon your bottom lip and looked up at him cautiously. “I don’tthink that’s true … but, I … uhm, thank you.”

Genma raised aneyebrow. “Whatever. You just don’t see yourself from myperspective. I’d be jealous if someone else went with you.” Hemade his way around the dessert table and reached down to take one ofyour hands in his. “You’ve spent a week giving us all lessons forthis very moment. Now you get to be here. Who cares if no one elsedances? Who cares if they all watch? I just wanna dance with youtonight.” He looked into your eyes, his mouth curving into a soft,genuine smile. “Will you dance with me tonight?”

A happy laughescaped your lips as you grabbed his other hand and pulled himcloser, resting your head against his chest. “Yes,” you said. “Iwill.”

“Good!” Genmagently led you towards the dance floor. “Let’s show these loserswhat real dancing is, huh?” He placed a hand on your waist andpulled you closer. “Just keep your eyes on me and don’t mindanyone else. Okay?”

“Okay …”

Swiftly, he took thelead and guided you around the room. Your eyes locked onto his, warmand comforting and reassuring. Your hand gripped his, he pulled youeven closer, and rest of the room melted away. It didn’t matter ifeveryone in the entire village was watching you. All that matteredwas you and Genma.

You threw one glanceover his shoulder and laughed at the expression on Gai’s face -some mix of excitement for getting to see you dance again andjealousy for not being able to participate. Genma followed your gazeand gave a quick nod to the wheelchair-bound shinobi.

“Don’t worry,”he said, “I’ll make sure you get the last dance with her.”Turning back to you, he leaned down and softly whispered, “But allthe other dances are mine.”

Your eyes flutteredclosed and you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Genma?”

“Yeah?”

“Justshut up and dance.”

[1800areyouslapping]

mcreyesanon asks and musings under the cut:

Unfortunately, ask number 1 never went through, but I think I get the gist of what you were trying to say there anyway. 

Reyes ‘likes’ to punish the twins? They’re a couple of hooligans so of course they are always working his last nerve, getting into trouble, mouthing off, and just being general shits. One of these days their shenanigans are gonna get one of them killed, or somebody on the team killed. When he’s spanking em or taking his belt to their backs he makes them feel like it’s a privilege to be receiving it, “I don’t take the time out of my day to this for just anybody,” he says as he brings the belt down onto sister’s back, “I do this because I care about you, and you need to fuckin’ learn.” 

Of course, Reyes is so hard on them during training. Doesn’t stop for any broken noses, doesn't care about any of the blood that gets onto their clothes. Don’t wanna get hit? Well then learn to dodge the way he told you to. “Come on, Dad, you’re a fuckin’ super soldier, give me a break.” Reyes closes the space between the two of you faster than you can blink, grabs a hold of your shirt, get’s right in your face, “And? You think any of those omnics are gonna ‘give you a break’? Any of those other genetically altered freaks are gonna ‘give you a fuckin’ break’? Stop. Making. Excuses.”

I really like the idea of Reyes smacking them in the back of the head all the time, as his way of telling them to knock it the fuck off, or hell even just as a hello. Nobody pays it much attention around the base, it doesn't look like much. A lot of people actually think it’s funny/cute, and the kids never really react negatively to it. 

But it always makes their head spin a little, makes their gut turn. But once the initial bodily reaction passes they’ll smile and say, “Sorry, Dad.” or “Well, hi to you too, Dad.” Rub the backs of their heads and relish the contact, because the small gesture is just another form of affection and attention that they crave from Reyes. Him smacking them upside the head might as well be, ‘I love you’ to them. 

“They worship the ground Reyes walks on.” Yes, absolutely. The twins practically see Reyes as a God, a veiled angel. He could never do any wrong in their eyes. I picture both of their parents died when they were young, like 6-8 years old. They barely remember any of the love or affection they received from them, if any at all. No one has ever cared for them, or taken the amount of time Reyes has to improve them as people. To ensure that they have the skills and the knowledge to survive. 

Reyes puts a lot of his precious time and effort into the twins, and there is absolutely no doubting that he doesn't do that for any of the other misfits that get recruited into Blackwatch. Nobody at Blackwatch gets to yell or push them around except him, he’s fiercely protective of them. Do not mess with the kids. Mess with the kids and you’ll have to deal with Reyes, and you don't wanna deal with him. Especially not if you put hands on the two recruits that he rightfully thinks are his. 

I see Reyes keeping them close under his wing for about 6 months to possibly a year before he really starts anything (sexual). Yes, they’re legally not supposed to be there. Yes, Reyes holds their fates in his hands at all moments of every, single, day. But Reyes is diabolical and wants to ensure that they are as emotionally invested him as he can get them before he flips the switch, and starts indoctrinating them into the dynamic that he dreams about. For all of Reyes’ harshness, the twins still feel safe and comfortable with him now. Loyal to a fault, obedient.   

It certainly makes sense to start with Jesse. He’s the one with sexual experience, sister!reader is a virgin in every sense. Reyes knows these things because of medical exams and hard conversations about the twins past. So one day Reyes is stressed, he really has had a hard fuckin’ week. While Jesse is taken aback by the request/suggestion (for the BJ), Jesse is damn near happy to oblige the Commander. Anything he can do to help him relax, after everything the Commander has done for him? It’s the least he can do.

Reyes keeps it subtle, keeps it casual with Jesse for a little while before he ropes sister into it. When it comes down to the real turning point, Reyes knows it’s going to be difficult. Knows there will be tears and sickening apprehension. But Reyes’ words might as well be magic in the twins ears. He could convince them that the sky is green and that the grass is blue. “Jesse has done so much for you, I think he deserves to have your virtue.” “You’re both a couple of good lookin’ kids, just look at eachother.” “Who could possibly be more deserving than your brother? You do love him, I know you do.” Giving him your virginity is the least you could do.

You and Jesse start to think, yes, that does make sense. You’ve seen Jesse naked before, seen him shirtless plenty of times... it’s just he’s your brother you’ve never looked at him like that. And as Jesse starts to undress and you’re doing the same, you’re looking at him and Reyes’ suggestions are really starting to settle in. Your brother is handsome, tall, and he has a nice body. You do love him more than anything else in this world. Reyes has a point; Jesse does deserve this. After all, he’s the one who relentlessly protected it, and did so much to keep it intact. 

But as you lay down and Jesse gets on top of you, you can’t help but start to panic a little. Your whole body starts to shake, your tummy hurts. You don’t wanna cry, don’t wanna make Jesse feel any worse than he already does. But no matter how hard you try to keep the tears from flowing, they fall anyway. Jesse looks to Reyes with one more small plea, maybe Reyes will demand that you guys stop. But there’s no sympathy there, just a subtle head nod to continue. 

I think that, as long as Reyes’ doesn’t protest it, Jesse would take the time to make sure you’re ready for him; he wants to make sure it hurts as little as possible. It just might actually kill him to cause you to cry even more cause he’s hurting you. Why would Reyes protest? He’s not in a hurry, the more the two of you touch eachother the better. So Jesse will gently finger you first, working you open, a little looser. Keeps trying to tell you to relax, lord he just wishes you’d relax a little. 

Jesse is barely able to rut into you for long before he comes. And Jesse feels like shit about it. He didn’t know you’d feel so damn good, so tight, so warm. He wasn’t prepared to lose control like that, the way his body reacted to being inside of his own sister. Maybe he should have taken a little more time. But he couldn’t of possibly gone any slower. He had wanted to pull out, didn’t want to unload himself inside of you like that. As if it would have made any difference at all. 

But what’s really going to twist the knife of guilt, is the fact that Reyes is now going to use this as a teaching opportunity. “Move it, kid.” He says as he takes Jesse’s place between your legs. As he looms over you he states, “Let’s get you properly broken in.” So Jesse just has to sit back as Reyes touches you. Kisses you, really fucking kisses you. Whispers things in your ear. Reyes has only been on top of you for maybe five minutes now. But Jesse can see that your body is going from the stiff board he had had while he was there, to a melted puddle. And is that... jealousy in his gut?

You’ve never really looked at the Commander this way either. You and Jesse have joked plenty about what a stud he is, but it was nothing too serious. Small crushes here and there, a couple of times when you had felt inappropriate little clenches when he dwarfed you during training. You had always brushed it off, you’re human after all. Now you can’t help the way your body responds to him. Gabriel Reyes is a man. He knows exactly what he’s doing, his body feels so nice under your hands, he smells good, and he’s not your brother. 

Most importantly this is Commander Gabriel Reyes. Your head is spinning, your body doesn't feel tangible anymore. This is so surreal, this cant actually be happening. What reality have you fallen into where you fuck both your brother and the Commander in the same night, if ever. You wrap yourself around him as he enters you, still shaking. You’re not going to stop shaking, not tonight. Reyes isn’t as slow or gentle as Jesse, but it still feels so, fucking, good.

You whine out, “Gabe.” You never call him Gabe, it’s always Commander, Boss, Reyes, or Dad. But he wants you to call him something else. Reyes growls into your ear, “Call me, Daddy.” Thrust, “Say it.” 

“Okay, okay-- Ah!-- Daddy...” He picks up his pace, and you just can’t figure out if this hurts. You’re still crying, so maybe it does, “Daddy... daddy...” 

And Jesse has just been sitting back, knocked into the same freak dimension that you’re in. With his dick getting hard again, and then he watches as Reyes actually makes you come. Reyes isn’t done, really he could go all damn night. But he pulls out anyway, thinks you’ve earned a break. He’s covered, he’s got two siblings, twins, to help keep him satisfied. He’ll make sure to praise you both, “Good girl,” “Good boy.” All this unwavering loyalty and control is exactly what he’s been daydreaming about. Finally, things are as they should be. 

Seriously, thanks for throwing up in my inbox. Come back anytime, my friend.

i dunno if you can tell but I love this idea 

It may be a little fucked that im in love with jesse/reyes now

[bubbleteascenarios]

Good Boy (G-Dragon)

“Hello?” You peek past the front door. Silence. You pout. “He told me he’d be here.” You enter the apartment, closing the door behind you, when you hear the quiet jingle of Gaho’s dog-tags. He trots to your side and stares at you, expecting Jiyong. “Hi~” You squat down and squish his wrinkly face together. “Daddy left you here all alone again. He’s so mean to us. Isn’t he?” Gaho’s happy panting turns into a solemn look which makes you laugh. You stand up, hands on your hips. “Who needs him! We can have fun ourselves.”

–

Jiyong pushes the door open several hours later and hears your voice from the bedroom. He’s beaming as he heads in that direction. He leans against the door frame, still smiling. You sit cross-legged, back against your side of the bed, with Gaho sitting in front of you.

“Beg!” He listens and sits on his rear, front paws together. “Ooh~ You are a good boy~” You sing along to Jiyong’s song, squishing Gaho’s face again. 

“Having fun?” Your head snaps up and you meet Jiyong’s gaze. He walks towards you, sitting on the bed. You frown and redirect your attention to Gaho. 

“Plenty of fun without you. Isn’t that right?” You stand up, leaving the room.

“Gaho, Come here.” Jiyong moves to the floor and has his arms wide open.

“Gaho~ Daddy left you here all alone. Come to Mommy.” Gaho looks back and forth. He takes one more look at you then runs to your side.

“Yah!” Jiyong jumps up. “Did you forget who raised you?” You stick your tongue out and pat Gaho on the head. You then make your way to the kitchen to grab a drink. Gaho follows.

Jiyong sits at the bar, resting his weight on his elbows and frowns. "Seems like you didn't miss me at all."

"I didn't."

"I know I said I'd be here, but something came up. You know how it is."

"I'm not mad. I'm just saying that I had fun with Gaho."

”You’re really trying to make me jealous of my own dog? He’s practically my child.”

“Then you have no reason to be jealous even if that were what I was trying to do, right?” You take your beverage and walk past Jiyong, not sparing him an extra glance as you plop yourself down across the couch.

“Move.”

“Why?” You ask cheekily, sipping your drink.

“Is it a crime to want to hold my girlfriend after not seeing her for a week?” He manages to slid under you, hands around your waist, face in the crook of your neck placing soft butterfly kisses all over it. “I missed you.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“You’d be asleep.”

“I would have woken up to take it.”

“I know, but you have work in the mornings.”

“I also,” his breath tickles your neck and you wiggle in his grasp to get him to stop, “have coffee.”

“You drink that stuff like its water. It’s going to catch up to you in a few years.”

“You’re one to talk. I drink it to stay awake during the day, you drink it to stay awake at night. I’d argue my consumption is less dangerous than yours.” You set your drink on the coffee table then sit cross-legged in front of Jiyong. He follows suit and the two of you stare at each other quietly for a moment. “Well? Say something.”

“I’m too busy admiring your beauty.” You grab a pillow and smother Jiyong’s face with it.

“You’re so cheesy!” He retaliates and starts to tickle your sides. Your panicked laughter fills the room and he only stops when you look like you’re about to cry.

“I really did miss you.”

“I know.”

“Does this mean you forgive me for making a mistake on when I’d come home?”

“I’m allowed to be upset once in a while. I can’t always be the accommodating girlfriend of a superstar.”

“Mm~ Okay, be upset. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“Then go get ready for bed. Your dark circles are ridiculous.” He happily obliges and you follow him to the bedroom.

--

You exit the bathroom and crawl into bed beside Jiyong. As you get into bed Gaho jumps up and sits beside you. You coo at him and squish his face again. “Beg!” Gaho does the trick, earning a kiss on the head. “You’re such a smart dog~ Yes, you are!”

“Tch.” Jiyong scoffs grumpily while putting his arms around your waist to pull you away from Gaho. “You haven’t seen me in a week and now you’re ignoring me. I think I might be jealous of my son.” You squish Jiyong’s cheeks together like you had done with Gaho. You laugh at his expression and kiss him. “I said I was jealous of the dog, not that I wanted to be treated like him.”

“Beggars don’t choose. Although, you’re almost as good as Gaho at begging.”

“I don’t beg.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug before turning off the lamp on your bedside table. You hug Gaho tightly, back facing Jiyong.

“Hey, are you seriously going to be like this?” No response. Jiyong forces you to roll over and face him, but you bring Gaho around with you, placing him in the center. He’s clearly uncomfortable and escapes to his own bed on the floor. “That’s better.”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.”

“You get to spend all the time in the world with him. I’m only here for small periods at a time. Pay attention to me,” he pouts cutely. You have a cheeky smile spread across your face.

“What was that about not begging? I remember someone saying they don’t beg just a minute ago.”

“If I have to, I guess I’ll beg for your attention. Forgive me for being late?”

“That’s a good boy.” You kiss him and return the embrace, drifting off to sleep without another word.

✰—————————— 

Ayyyy more to come~ I have 2 requests in my inbox right now and I’ll be working on them today. ;) This is actually a super old request that I just finished... Don’t mind me, just being an ass like usual.

[shenanigumi]

Can I request a drabble kazama telling all the shinsengumi that he is still a virgin?

Note: HOO BOY GUESS WHO’S FINALLY GETTING BACK ON THE REQUEST TRAIN??? THAT WOULD BE ME, HELL YEAH!! Sorry it took literal months to work this out! (I’m making it my goal for the week to clear my inbox of all requests so I can actually handle new ones… please stand by.)

“Not again,” growled Hijikata, shifting his grip on his hiltas an unfortunately familiar shape emerged from the shadows. He didn’t have time for this bullshit. They’d justmoved into another compound, and he’d just finished coordinating with Saito tocheck in on the Guardians of the Imperial Tomb. The sooner he got back toreport to Kondou, the better… but it seemed someone was intent on thwartinghim.

…It seemed. Ratherthan immediately draw his sword, Kazama raised his hands in an entirelyunfamiliar gesture of surrender, so foreign in this form that Hijikata wonderedwhether it was an accident or meant something entirely different. But thevoice, and the words, said otherwise: “I’m just here to talk.”

Hijikata frowned, grip tightening on his sword. Why wouldKazama be here to talk? He’d raidedtheir last compound once, injured and killed several of their men, and made itquite clear that he had no interest in negotiations—not that the Shinsengumiwould have obliged him even if he had.

But it looked like Kazama really was alone this time, noother demons to support him, and Hijikata knew enough about his attitude toknow that lying wasn’t his style. Not that Hijikata planned on getting tooambitious, but it was nice to know he didn’t have any backup. “Take me to theothers,” added Kazama, not waiting for acknowledgment. “The more of your menyou bring, the fewer times I’ll have to repeat myself.”

There was just enough of an underlying threat in his voice that Hijikata saw no other option than to nod hesitantly, stepping aside to let Kazamago before him; there was no way he was about to turn his back on an enemy like that. Thebarest hint of a smile tugged at Kazama’s mouth as he dipped his head and passed him by, and Hijikata paced along slowly behind him, speaking only to direct him tothe compound.

As the seconds wore on, Hijikata found himself narrowing his eyesat Kazama’s back. It would be so easy to cut him down, he thought, fingerstwitching in a sudden thirst for violence. If he could just angle the bladeright, and get him through the heart… “Don’t even think about it,” remarkedKazama, and Hijikata started. “One foolish move, and I’ll cut you down where youstand.” His threat was idly delivered, but Hijikata had no doubt he would act on it with the slightest provocation.

Heaving a sigh, Hijikata resigned himself to escorting Kazamathe rest of the way to the compound in peace and silence… until they enteredthe main hall. “Commander,” began Yamazaki, wide-eyed, and sank smoothly into acombat stance. “What—?”

Hijikata cut him off with a jerk of his head. “Fetch thecaptains, but let Souji and Chizuru sleep,” he ordered, and though Yamazakihesitated, he obeyed almost immediately. Hijikata, meanwhile, seatedhimself at the front of the room and gestured that Kazama should sit beside him: keep your friends close and your enemies closer, or so they always said.

It wasn’t long before most of the captains weregathered—weapons at the ready, of course, although it was Hijikata’s private hope thatthey wouldn’t have to use them. Backup or no, Kazama could undoubtedly end allof them with minimal effort if they gave him a reason. “What do you want?” asked Hijikata, and alleyes turned to Kazama.

He raised his eyebrows as if the question surprised him, buthis face was impassive as he responded. “The same thing I’ve always wanted,”answered Kazama coolly. “Chizuru.”

“Well, in that case, we’re going to have to disappoint you,”sighed Okita’s voice, and Hijikata glanced up sharply to find him standing inthe doorway, already dressed. He should have known better than to think Okitawouldn’t already be planning on eavesdropping on his report about Saito. “Sorryabout that.”

“Why do you want herso bad, anyway?” asked Harada, frowning. “I mean, sure, she’d make a good wife,but she’s not yours. Find your own. There are plenty of fish in the sea, andall that.”

“There are not,” Kazama corrects him irritably. “Chizuru isone of a kind. A pureblooded female, the scion of the eastern demons.” He rollshis eyes, slipping his hands into his sleeves. “I won’t find any such prize inShimabara.” 

“No, but you canstill get some tail,” countered Nagakura, crossing his arms. “All you have todo is find some other black-haired brown-eyed beauty, and let’s face it, that’snot too hard. That’s the next best thing, right?”

Kazama glared at him. “I wouldn’t know.”

There was a moment of very still silence as all the captainsexchanged bewildered glances. That could mean many things, but… “You wouldn’tknow,” repeated Hijikata slowly. “As in, you’ve never actually been with a woman before…?”

Kazama’s face turns slightly red, and Hijikata blinked athim as his guess was confirmed. He’d only half been expecting that answer. “I am unmarried,” he said, asthough that should mean anything. “According to demonic tradition, no oneexcept my wife is allowed to touch me in such a way.”

“Then why don’t you just touch yourself?” suggested Okita, still leaning lazily against thedoorway, and examines one of his hands reminiscently. “Maybe then you’d stop takingout all your frustrations on us.”

“Souji,” snapsInoue, reddening in shock and outrage, and tosses him a glower that couldprobably freeze fire—at least when combined with Kazama’s own frigiddisapproval. “If you don’t have anything useful to say, be quiet.”

“What?” asks Okita, unabashed and unrepentant as ever, and does not evenglance their way. “It’s true. And that is useful.”

Kazama, meanwhile, takes a deep breath and looks Hijikatalevelly in the eye, his stony demeanor unnerving. He may not make a habit oflying, but Hijikata doesn’t like those veiled eyes. “Are you, or are you not,going to hand over Chizuru?”

“We’re not,” responded Hijikata, tilting his head slightly. How could he possibly thinkotherwise? “I thought that was pretty clear from the start. Why did you even bother coming here?”

“Amagiri told me talking might be more conducive to ourends,” replied Kazama disdainfully. “I thought I’d give it a try, hoping that you might see sense once I informed you of my situation.” He pushed himself to his feet, and the captains tensed, ready for anything. “Farewell,Wolves of Mibu,” he added, making his way to the door at a leisurely pace.“Next time we meet, I’ll kill you all.”

As Kazama retreated, as unexpectedly as he had arrived, thecaptains stared silently after him, more alarmed by his sudden coming and goingthan anything which had transpired in between. “Are you really just going to let him go, Hijikata-san?” asked Okita, scowling,and glanced sidelong at the Commander.

Hijikata frowned and opened his mouth to reply, but Nagakuralaughed before he could say anything. “Look, the man just admitted to all of usthat he’s never been laid,” he chortled, eyeing Kazama’s back in merry sympathy.“Don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

See also: this fic.

[imagine-that-haikyuu]

lemme fill your inbox with Asahi request again; Asahi's s/o is an idol/model/anything that is really popular in the school. Normally, she's really sweet and kind to everyone, but one day she snapped and got mad when she overheard a rumor of Asahi threatening her to date him (probably from one of her fanboys who is jealous or something) and then Asahi watched it all in an awe. (Bonus of later after, she went straight away to cuddle Asahi and saying that he's the best she could have)

one of these days, i won’t get carried away when it comesto an asahi request. today is not that day.

i just have a lot of feelings about him and i may haveangsted a little and by a little i mean i spent like 3 nights on this and it’sjust shy of 4k words like @ me wtf

Asahi still thinks a lot about the first time youspoke to him in his second year of high school. You had just transferred to Karasuno a week before that exchange,assigned to sit in the empty desk next to his in class.

You approached your desk, and him by proximity. You weretall, probably only a few centimeters shorter than him, and easy onthe eyes of course. He’d never describe you as intimidatingly beautiful, but he neverhesitated to describe himself as someone intimidated by beauty—in a goodway—but still. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you and insteadoffered a curt nod and a faint smile. You stared at him curiously but noddedtoo before taking your seat.

In that week, neither of you ever had a chance to sayanything to each other. Nearly every opportunity there would be to make evensmall talk ended up filled by your other classmates. If they weren’tenthusiastically asking you questions about whether or not you really were amodel (“Yup! But only for some catalogs and lesser known magazines at themoment), they were determined to integrate you into their social circles beforeanyone else could. Meaning, there were times when the bell would chime and onlya moment later, someone would already be chatting you up or whisking you offelsewhere.

But sometimes, he’d catch you staring his way in the middleof class. Even when he caught you, you didn’t avert your gaze right away. (Healready decided that you had a lot more spine than he did). Instead, you wouldcontinue to look at him, squinting a little with your eyebrows furrowed. Itwasn’t malicious per se, it was as if you were staring at someone you mightknow but couldn’t remember if you did. Regardless, Asahi tensed up until hewas sure you had looked away.

After that first week, you finally managed to convinceeveryone to let you have a quiet lunch. Something about wanting to spend alittle time studying so you wouldn’t fall too far behind once your schedule gotcrazy again. You had put it so nicely and with a pretty smile to boot that theyhad no trouble complying. Once they left, you let out a sigh before turning toAsahi, who was almost ready to stand and leave himself.

“Hold on. It’s been a whole week and I haven’t even spokento my new neighbor yet,” you said.

Asahi turned to you, more surprised than anything that youweren’t taking advantage of finally being left alone, and even more surprisedthat you were using it to speak to him.

“Finally, I get the chance to at least say hello to you,Azumane. I mean, the only reason I know your name is because you got called ona few times during class. That’s just plain rude of me.”

“It’s really not a problem,” he assured you. He found ithard to hold your gaze for more than a few seconds. “You’ve been kind of, um, busyto say the least.”

“But still, you’d think we could just exchange a fewpleasantries without any issue. Like a ‘Good morning. How are you doing? It’spretty nice out today, right?’ kind of conversation. Don’t get me wrong: everyone’sso friendly, but are they always this excited about new students?”

“Well, it’s not every day we get a transfer student.” In hismind the statement continued with “who also happens to model part-time” but youwere scooting your chair over to his desk and his mind drew blank. At leastwhat he did manage to say was still true on its own.

“Before I forget! Azumane, do you model too?” you asked.

A part of him, albeit very small, wanted to laugh at this:he truly thought that you were trying to be funny. The other part of him wasrunning off a million questions about how you could have come to asking him that. He stared at you dumbfounded,unable to say anything other than one-word questions.

“Wh-what? W-w-why….? Me?”

“Well, you look like some of the guys I’ve worked withbefore, so I figured there was a possibility.”

With a face as earnest as the one you were wearing, it was apparentthat you meant what you said; you really hadn’t been joking. That would alsoexplain the curious staring all week. None of that stopped his heart fromracing at the thought of anyone—let alone an actual model—from thinking he hadthe chops to do something like that.

Especially not considering the other assumptions peopleoften made about him.

Thankfully, you were not like other people. Well, at leastnot in that sense, and the whole modeling thing. Otherwise, you were just anormal teenage girl. Asahi only came to that conclusion after you insisted onjoining him for lunch that day, and the next. And almost every day after that,give or take the times where the two of you decided to eat alone or withothers.

It was miracle work at first, the way you came up withexcuses to blow off your classmates. Sure, there had been plenty of times youtold them plainly, “I already made plans with Azumane today. Sorry!” but evenhe knew that you also didn’t want your new friends to think you were avoidingthem.

Asahi thinks a lot about the time when you’d been tooexhausted to even properly stay awake during class, but still insisted on sittingwith him during the break. You had a photo shoot the day before that ended uprunning late, and on top of that you still had schoolwork that you stayed up toget done. Your side of the conversation was less spirited than usual, and eventhough he didn’t say a whole lot that afternoon, he noticed you struggling tokeep your eyes open every time he spoke.

“If you’d rather try to sleep before class starts again, Iwon’t mind,” he said with a sheepish grin. “You had a late night after all andit’s not like I’m saying anything I can’t tell you another time.”

You closed your eyes tightly and shook your head as if itmight fend off your fatigue. “No, I like hearing you talk. Although, maybe it’snot such a good idea right now since your voice is so soothing and I’llprobably just doze off anyway.”

He thinks about that time a lot because that’s when he firstrealized that he liked you.

He also thinks a lot about the time when you first asked himto hang out with you outside of school. You finally had free day in yourschedule and it just so happened to coincide with a day he was off fromvolleyball. But you also wanted a lazy afternoon to do nothing, so you ended up justinviting him over to watch a movie. At the time, he didn’t think a whole lot ofit. Of course, he had been excited; anyone would be excited to spend alone timewith their crush, even if it amounted to nothing other than just hanging out.That’s all he ever assumed your time together would be anyway. Not to mention,he could never imagine himself mustering the courage to confess to you.

Admittedly, the fact that when you had let him in to yourhouse that day, and it was unusually quiet hadn’t bothered him all too much. Atleast not until you mentioned your parents were out for the day, but they wouldbe home for dinner. Probably. His pulse only raced a little at the thought ofyou two sitting together on your living room couch side-by-side without anyoneelse in the house. It was just friends getting together to watch a movie—acomedy even.

At some point during the movie, he noticed that gap betweenthe two of you on the couch had gotten smaller. Not marginally smaller, butenough for Asahi to make note of it and he knew he hadn’t moved any closer toyou since taking his seat. He fidgeted uncomfortably when he realized, but yourfocus was still on the screen and you didn’t make a comment. That didn’t stophis heart from picking up the pace.

When the main character inevitably hooked up with the womanhe’d been flirting with throughout the film, Asahi thought he was going to die.The characters had only just shared their first kiss when you paused the movie.He turned to you, a heavy lump forming in his throat. You already had your eyeson him, lips pursed and eyes looking slowly from him and then up and then backto him.

“Is it okay…if I kissed you?” you asked so softly he almosthadn’t heard it over how loudly his heart was pounding in his chest.

His mind was completely blank and his face flushed redderthan the polish on your nails, but he nodded. Anyone would have made fun of himfor being so timid at the time, but compared to how he normally would havereacted, that nod was bold.

With half-lidded eyes, you leaned over towards him slowly,almost agonizingly slow. He shut his eyes tightly when your lips hovered justbefore his, just before they pressed to his in a chaste but lingering kiss.

It was nice, nice enough for him to even relax into it. Infact, when you pulled away, Asahi almost didn’t realize that you had. Your facewas still close to his when he opened them again, and you were smilingsweetly at him.

That wasn’t enough to stop him from panicking.

“I’m so sorry, ___! That…I was awful!” he apologized.

You blinked in response, letting out a laugh. “Aren’t you anathlete? You should know better than anyone that practice makes perfect. And aslong as you’d like to be my boyfriend, then we can practice whenever you want.Well, I guess whenever we have a moment of free time, that is.”

You flashed him a cheeky smile, and if he hadn’t taken agood fifteen seconds to stutter out a “yes” he might have been able to saysomething else before you leaned in to kiss him again.

He thinks a lot about how much you helped him practice afterthat. At one point, after you both had pulled away from a particularly heatedsession to catch your breath, he remembered how flushed your cheeks were. Youstared at him in awe—with a hint of confusion—before whispering, “Wow” with asmirk and pulling him to you again.

Asahi likes to be praised—the more the better—but that’s theone compliment he still relishes in for its resounding brevity.

He thinks a lot about the time you had planned a date at alocal coffee shop with him about six months after the two of you starteddating. Thanks to a delayed train blocking the quickest route there, he was alittle late. When he arrived, you were posing happily for a selfie with some ofthe other patrons who recognized you; it had taken some time, but he was usedto this already. At first, he couldn’t adjust to the fact that there would bepeople who would stare at the two of you together, mostly just at you withadmiration. If they even noticed him, the reactions were mixed, but the factthat you never paid them much mind other than when you were approached made iteasier for Asahi to ignore.

“Hello, handsome stranger!” you called out when he entered.The candid public flattery, however informal, was also something he had gottenused to as well. “I was getting a little worried.”

“Sorry about that. I had to take a bit of a detour,” Asahisaid. 

He couldn’t help but smile when he realized that you were wearing thesundress he said he liked best on you under a denim jacket. You always lookedstunning no matter what you wore, and maybe he was biased because at that pointhe was already in head-over-heels in love with you (he even beat you toadmitting it! Even if you were only waiting to admit it yourself right after hedid), but he never could get over how effortlessly beautiful you were when youwore that dress.

You took his arm while the two of you waited to order yourdrinks. When you sat down at a table, he felt the glares from those fans frombefore on him. It may have been business as usual, but it still took its tollon occasion; he only got better at making sure he could appear unbothered by itwhile out in public.

If he moved around, it was easier to shake it off, so afteryou both finished your first coffee, Asahi offered to go get your second.

The next part, he wasn’t around to witness himself, but youfilled him in after, up until the point he had watched.

You waited patiently in your seat for him to return, takingthe moment to check some texts. The fans you had spoken to earlier were a fewtables away and spoke lowly, but you still managed to overhear theirconversation.

“A boyfriend in general can kill a modeling career, but aguy like that is pretty much a death wish,” one of them murmured. “I heard thathe’s the leader of a gang at her school and he threatened her if she didn’tdate him.”

You were no stranger to the rumors about Asahi. Even whenyou two were only in the stages of a burgeoning friendship, you heard some ofthe scary conclusions people had drawn about him or things they witnessed himdoing that might have appeared shady from afar—and maybe if it was dark out andthey were tilting their head and squinting hard enough—but were always completemisunderstandings. You couldn’t see it anyway, especially not after youremember how long it had taken him to stop sputtering nonsensical noises everytime you asked to hold his hand in the privacy of his own house.

Normally, you’d just laugh at the rumors and assure whoeverwas repeating them to you that he was completely incapable of thosekinds of things; nip them in the bud while you could. Those times they had onlybeen ridiculous gossip about misconceptions.

This was the first time they had ever been regard to both ofyou, and you couldn’t believe how awfully wrongit was. Was it really that hard for people to look at him and believe that hewas a perfectly normal and kind person? And what’s more, that someone was morethan willing to date him without the ludicrous notion that it could only bebecause their safety was at stake?

You weren’t having any of that, and you also weren’t goingto let it spiral out of control any further. You rose from your chair, put on asickly-sweet smile, and approached the two guys.

“Excuse me. Can I ask you a favor?” you said. It disgustedyou how much they brightened not only when you stopped at their table but youdidn’t let your grin falter at this. The moment they nodded and agreed (becauseanything for you!), you continued, raising your voice significantly. “Yeah, Iwas wondering if you could maybe shut thefuck up?”

The ambient chatter of some of the other customers in theshop quieted, while a few concerned but curious eyes fell on you. You paid themno mind; you were more focused on the two jerks whose faces drained of colorwhile their eyes widened. Your smile faded quickly, giving way to a look ofrepulsed annoyance.

“And not that it’s any of your business, but I made thefirst move,” you added.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Asahi’s figurestanding there. You turned to him, your expression now forlorn with a weary smile.In contrast to your tired demeanor, he stared at you with wide eyes, his limbs frozen.But he was brimming with immense awe and even pride that he couldn’t verbalize.He still wonders how the coffee cups didn’t slip from his hands and spill allover the floor.

As you approached him, he remained stiff until you wrapped ahand gently around his forearm.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” you said. Your voice was so soft,but something about it sounded defeated. “I don’t care where, just someplaceprivate and quiet. Where we can be alone.”

“I guess… my house?” Asahi suggested. He knew you wanted tospend the day out since the temperature finally warmed up, but he couldn’tthink of any place around town that wouldn’t have other people taking advantageof that fact too.

The walk back to his place was uncomfortably silent. At thispoint on any other date, you would have already been teasingly asking him everyfew minutes if he was okay now withyou holding his hand in public. Now, you wouldn’t even look at him. Instead, your gaze remained on the pavement before you onlyshifting to cup in your hand on occasion when you took a sip from it. Eventhen, you barely drank from it before finally tossing it into a trash binsomewhere along the way.

Since your outburst in the coffee shop, there was somethingheavy in your chest that only seemed to grow every time you glanced over atyour boyfriend. “Pity” wasn’t the right word; no, it’s implications made itseemed like you were looking down on whomever it was directed at. You couldn’tplace it, but it was a mix of anxiety and fatigue but also an overwhelming desireto love someone and hold them, protect them no matter what.

Maybe that’s just how it feels to burst once everythingbottled up inside is ready to spew out. There had been times like that before,when everyone’s expectations of how you should act and present yourself, or howyou should manage your time to model more and do less of other things you likedand wanted to do—because god forbid you needed just a little time to be anormal teenager for a bit—applied enough pressure for you to crack and finallylash out verbally. Those times, though, they were only about you.

The difference this time was that you weren’t standing uponly for yourself. You knew that you could brush it off in a day or so if thathad been the case, but it was much more upsetting to you when Asahi was thebrunt of all that, especially knowing that he didn’t deserve it.

You were quiet until arriving at his house, when he askedyou if you wanted to perhaps watch a movie or anything else on TV, or if you’dprefer to do something different entirely.

“Let’s just cuddle in your room like we usually do.”

“Okay, but won’t your dress get all wrinkled?”

“I don’t care,” you said, nearly cutting him off. “I just…want to be close to you right now.”

Asahi blinked a few times, a little apprehensive, butcomplied nonetheless. Once in his room, he sat on his mattress, ready toshuffle towards the wall to make room for you as per usual but stopped at thesound of one of your shaky sighs. You tossed yourself at him, arms wrappingaround his neck. The action forced him down onto the bed. His heart wouldnormally race with only the notion of his girlfriend lying right on top of himin his own bed, but instead the choked whimpering and tearful, worried look yougave him before burying your face into his chest made it clench.

“___,” Asahi murmured. “What happened back there?” Hetightened his hold on you, mild concern giving rise to a more passionate, evendangerous version of itself. 

If he had known this was going to happen—that youwould be so torn up about something a couple of jerks said—he would have had noissue finding it in himself to stand up for the girl he loved, even if it wasjust through giving them an intimidating glare. Especially when you weren’t thetype to break down so easily because of a few nasty comments.

“I don’t care what anyone says,” you cried, pulling yourface from his chest to look at him. Your breathing quivered as you tried tocontrol yourself before continuing. “I love you so much, Asahi. I don’t care ifbeing with you means that I’ll lose face or even ends my career because I’d chooseyou no matter what! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, sincethat first time we talked.”

His hold on you loosened and you removed yourself from him,allowing him to sit up. In his stunned silence, he dropped his shoulders andtook another look at your tear-streaked face. A look like that from you killedhim, even more so knowing that it had all stemmed from how much love you heldfor him. Sometimes it felt like it was more than what he believed he deserved,but if he said that aloud you wouldn’t hesitate to prove him wrong before hecould even finish speaking.

Asahi shook his head, but smiled softly as he took your handsinto his. You shifted closer and stared woefully at him.

“No,” he said with a small laugh, surprised at how muchconfidence he had in what he was about to say. “I’m pretty sure it’s the otherway around: you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

Maybe it was how some of your baby hairs had fallen fromyour ponytail and framed your face just right, or the way your lips curled backup into a modest smile, but he was sure he’d never seen anyone look morebeautiful than you had in that moment. It certainly didn’t hurt that you kissedhim like you never kissed him before after that.

Either way, he thinks about that day a lot.