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LOVESTRUCK BOB HAIRPINS ACCESSORY

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[wingedhallows]

cause you're kinda cute; james potter

pairing: james potter x reader | 0.7k words plot: you're kinda scary and james has a crush on you, paper birds which are hard to control aren't helping either prompt: "you don't scare me. then why's your heart beating so fast? cause you're kinda cute." authors note: i tried something fluffy for once, hope you like it, have a good weekend, y'all :)

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The simmering and slight whispers in Slughorn's classroom were the only thing audible, a cold breeze which glided past your cheeks made you sigh. It was mid July and unbearably hot in Hogwarts.

The worst thing was that teachers, especially Slughorn, didn’t approve of improper uniforms. You were allowed to wear shorts, even short sleeve shirts but the robes had to stay, safety reasons he had said. You were sure that he secretly enjoyed seeing you all suffer.

“I’ll drop dead soon, it’s sooo hot in here” Isolde, your friend, muttered as she wiped her forehead with her arm. You were hot, yes, but Isolde had to bear the heat with a head full of black thick curls.

“I told you to put your mane up.” Diana snickered, her ash white hair in a bun on top of her head. You stirred your pot and took another look at the book, something didn’t seem right. Why was Isolde’s whitish and yours almost green?

“It’s not that simple, Diana.” Isolde bit back, her mouth in a thin line. “Just ‘cause you have a fist full of hair.” Diana’s mouth opened in shock as she smacked her friend's shoulder.

“Why is yours like that and mine’s like this?” You asked, leaning over Isolde’s cauldron, eyebrows in a frown.

“Cause you’re kinda shit at potions, hun.” She patted your shoulder and gave you a fake pout.

“But I really need this grade.” You grumbled as you stared at your greenish liquid. Slughorn wouldn’t even be surprised, you thought. “I know, I know." Isolde whispered and dropped something you didn’t know into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you ask for help?” Diana spoke, eyes fixed on her book. “Help? From who?” Diana gave you a small smile.

“You heard Slughorn before, Potter’s a genius at potions.” Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No fucking way, Potter’s a nightmare.” Isolde’s mouth twitched into a smile as nudged you.

“That’s not what I heard two nights ago.”

Your eyes closed as you turned to your cauldron, you had played truth or dare spiked with Veritaserum. You had blabbered about how hot James Potter and his friends were and how much you would give for him to do certain things to you.

“Shut up, Diana.” You grumbled. 

A second later a paper bird stumbled over your head onto your book, flapping its wings as it unfolded.

10 Prettiest Girls 

Y/N L/N - slytherin, scary :(

Aurora Kent - boring

Lily Evans - snivellus' friend

Narcissa Black - cousin, not cool

Marlene McKinnon

Diana Hunt - slytherin, airhead

Isolde O’Neil - mean also slytherin

Alice Fortscue

Mary McDonald

Florence Williams - slytherin

You couldn’t believe what you held in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked over it again. You were number one, wow, but you’re scary?

Slowly you turned around, paper in your hand. Sirius and Peter stared at you with wide eyes as you noticed what had happened. This paper wasn’t supposed to fall into your hands, it was supposed to fly over your head into James’ and Remus’ hands.

With your face cold as ice you walked over to them, their eyes still wide. Remus took a step back.

“Y/N, hi.” He spoke, much higher than usual. You slammed the paper down on James’ table, careful enough to not disturb Slughorn, who was busy in his cabinet.

“This-This-”I’m scary?” You said, mouth in a grin. His eyes widened as they switched between the paper and your face multiple times.

“What?” He tried but you let a small chuckle slip. You took a step around the table, closer than needed. James fell back onto his chair, faces inches apart.

“Do I scare you, James?” His lips formed into a grin and he put his hand on the table, to steady himself, you guessed.

“You don’t scare me, Y/N.” You crossed your arms and now smiled at him, your braids fell over your shoulders, almost hitting the boy in front of you in the face as you bent down a tad. Your lips hovered over his ear, his neck tensed

“Then why’s your heart beating so fast?” He hung his head as a chuckle left his form, he placed his hands on his thighs before looking at you again.

“Cause you’re kinda cute.” You threw your head back as a giggle, barely audible, escaped you. Your hand found his chin, lifting his face.

“Right back at ‘ya.” He smiled and gave you another smile.

“And since we’re already here, you might want to cross that, Diana’s much smarter than she lets on.” He nods and takes the pen Remus holds out for him. 

With a hand to his forehead he smiles at you, a pinkish tint on his apple cheeks. 

“Yes ma’am.”

[thechaoticdruid]

°•IF THE BG3 COMPANIONS BABYSAT YOUR KIDS!•°

Lae'zel

Congratulations your children are spending an afternoon at boot camp!

You can rest assured they will be treated fairly at least.

No favoritism going on here.

Anyone who misbehaves shall be sent to solidarity confinement and left there until....Idk

If they want a snack they WILL have to fight one another in a duel to the death.

Or at least until one of them falls down and cries.

To the winner go the cookies.

Or more accurately maybe some giant space hamster jerky.

Karlach

This is assuming her engine has been fixed, naturally.

The kids absolutely love Auntie K.

Legit can carry them all on her shoulders at once.

She gives the best hugs too and is always so nice and warm.

She is up to play any games with them! Especially ones where she pretends to be a monster and chases them around.

Very protective of the little ones.

Brings them new stuffies each time she visits.

You MUST remind her constantly to watch her language around the little ones!

Gale

Arrives via magic portal.

Brings Tara to help him.

Takes it very personally if one of the children don't like him.

Tries to impress them via magic and creates a magical illusion to entertain the kiddos.

Attempts to teach them everything he knows about the weave.

Takes it very hard if the children fall asleep during his lecture.

Must be consoled by Tara.

If any take an interest in the weave they immediately become his favorite.

You'll probably end up coming home to your home appliances floating or having some kind of enchantment on them.

Halsin

Yes he turns into a bear and lets them ride on his back.

Most time is spent outside enjoying nature and all of its beauty.

Will carry the littlest one on his shoulders at all times.

Always brings healthy snacks, mostly fruit like apple slices.

Proceeds to take them to a nearby pond to feed the ducks.

Widdles them little animal figures to play with.

No TV or video games. The thought of technology taking over their lives makes him sick.

We play outside or we don't play at all.

Doesn't mind them grabbing at his ears, if they can even reach them that is!

He has to remind one of them multiple times that he unfortunately cannot turn into a dragon.

Sad sad truth.

Shadowheart

Makes cute little flower crowns with them.

Helps the little ones feel better if any of them are afraid of the dark.

Is very good at comforting them.

Possibly might be one of the older one's first goth girl crush.

Badmouths Lae'zel in front of them shamelessly.

Always puts on a tim Burton movie or something for them to watch.

Definitely the reason for any of their emo phases.

They think she's really cool though.

Wyll

Always the first to volunteer to babysit.

Man has the patience of a saint and can handle even the most unruly of children.

Always talks them up and is very careful to never put them down.

Tells them all kinds of exciting stories of his time as the Blade.

Makes sure to adjust them to be suitable for the kiddos.

Leaves out the scary parts.

If any of them are mean to one another and can't get along he's the type to make them each say something nice about the other as a punishment.

Let's them play with toy swords and teaches them a thing or two about using them.

Never raises his voice at them. Is super calm and collected.

Loves them all to pieces!

Also may or may not take them out to get ice cream if they're good.

Astarion

Assuming this is Spawnstarion we're talking about because the vampire Ascendant would just laugh in your face if you asked him then slam the door on you.

Our sweet little spawn will also likely laugh and think you're joking at first.

"You seriously want a vampire to watch over your children?"

Assuming you pay him and be sure to give him big sweet puppy dog eyes he may consider it.

This man is a very not my child not my problem kind of guy.

Gets annoyed with all the children asking tedious vampire questions and responds with very sarcastic answers.

Does not approve of them wanting to touch his ears.

Agrees to let them see his fangs in hopes to scare them (the mischievous little shit).

The children instead think they're cool, which confuses him. He really isn't sure how to feel about it.

Threatens to eat them if they get on his nerves.

Spends most of the time on the sofa, boredly reading a magazine or watching television.

Miraculously takes a shine to one of the younger girls who call him pretty and compliments his clothes and hair.

This is also given the girl is a little mischief gremlin who pulls pranks on her older siblings.

He lets her paint his nails purple or red while she gossips about her mother/father's new partner or her siblings.

Unapologetically shows her favoritism and lets her sit on his lap and watch TV with him.

Will not bat an eye if the other children run a muck and destroy shit.

Legit just keeps watching TV. Probably some drama filled 'reality' show.

He actually finds the chaos caused by the children quite amusing.

One of the children somehow ends up on the roof.

Once the parents are home and it's time to leave. The youngest girl gives him a hug.

His eyes get all big and round and almost threaten to tear up.

Astarion is not asked to babysit again.

Sorry some of them are so short, I mostly write for Astarion so I'm not very confident at doing the other characters.

Hope you like it though!

[pauli-writes]

OMG—YOUR LATEST AVENTURINE POST HAS ME ON THE FLOOR. I would love to see a part two if you’d be okay with writing it!

warning: usual ipc crimes (mentions of slavery and destroying planets)

pairing: aventurine x reader

author’s note: hiii, i’m glad you enjoyed it as much as i had fun writing it. i was planning on doing a part 2 anyways so here ya go <3 (do i hear a possible part 3???)

part I

aventurine didn’t know what to do with you. you didn’t talk much and despite telling you to do whatever you followed him around like a lost puppy.

topaz had numby and aventurine had you, that was the consensus among the ipc staff.

you were nothing more than a pet, an accessory. aventurine didn’t know how to feel about that, because unlike him when he was in the possession of someone else, you weren’t resistant, you weren’t actively fighting him or trying to outsmart him.

he sometimes wondered what was going on inside your head, if there was anything in there at all. he once asked you to watch ice cubes melt while he was attending a meeting and when he came back you were still watching the ice cubes. he spoke to topaz about it and she suggested he should simply ask you about your behaviour, and as simple as it sounded, he hadn’t actually considered it. you did everything he asked you to, so why not answer a few questions?

however when he asked you…

“i’m sorry, madam jade told me not to disclose any of that information to you.” you replied, bowing before him in apology.

aventurine frowned displeased, idly playing with a coin in his hands. “but i’m your boss.”

“she’s technically my boss, since she got me from my original master when he-“ your eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth. “i- i mean- please forget what i said-“

he skilfully flung the coin at you, startling you and cutting you off, but you managed to catch it clumsily in your hands. he watched you with narrowed eyes.

“tell me the truth and i’ll give you anything you want.” he declared boldly, making your eyes widen a little. aventurine had been generous with you before, buying you your clothes and taking care of other expenses you had when travelling with him, but this was unprecedented.

you held the coin out to him, “you should know by now that i can’t be bought.”

aventurine smirked, carefully taking the coin back from you. “you’re cute. everyone can be bought, you just have to find the right price. so, what do you want? money? clothes?”

you immediately shook your head, a reaction he wasn’t quite accustomed to. whenever he offered riches he would get what he wanted. “you can’t offer me what i really want.”

“you are making this a lot harder than it needs to be,” he replied, once again rolling the coin in between his fingers.

you sighed and lowered your head again, “i’m sorry, mr. aventurine.”

aventurine frowned and reached out, putting his hand underneath your chin and making you look at him. “don’t apologise, your loyalty is admirable if anything. but it’s going to get you killed one day.”

“that wouldn’t be the worst to be honest.” you grimaced, you were probably the only person he knew besides himself who thought of death as anything but scary. then he remembered what jade had told him, your entire planet was destroyed, you were likely the only survivor, much like him. that’s why you didn’t agree to his offer earlier, you didn’t want riches, you wanted you family, your friends.

he let go of your face and got up from his chair, fixing his hair while he did so. “do you like jade?”

you paused, watching as he stood up and walked up to you. “i-i don’t hate her.”

he chuckled, “a very diplomatic answer. very well, i’ll be back soon. wait here.”

you nodded your head obediently with a hint of confusion in your eyes, you didn’t ask why he was leaving, despite not having any meeting scheduled. aventurine left the room and took a deep breath, his mask of confidence slipping for a moment in the empty corridor.

if you weren’t going to fight or bargain for your freedom yourself, he would simply have to do it for you.

[slut4sugu]

— PRETTY LIL THING ! [𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜] 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

including: aged up!characters, mutual pining, spanish, cursing, slight stalking, protective miles

genre: fluff/suggestiveness

summary: miles has seen you around the school and has taken a liking to your sweet and sarcastic nature oh..and your very pretty face

🎸: 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭-𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You’ve heard about the prowler before and even sworn you saw him a couple rooftops away from your house one time. Though you never would’ve thought that the violent individual would be crushing on you. “So you’re telling me that you would rather go out with Jordans hoe ass than Miles Tasha?” Your friend Kali asked, eyes glancing over to the teen who was sittin in his assigned seat busy taking notes even well after class was over, before glancing back at the light skin girl who sat in front of her. “Listennn, Miles is fine but he kinda scary tho.” She explained, fixing her claw clip that held her Mirco braids before looking down at her now lit up Lock Screen, “Besides I just got a text from jordannnn.” She giggled, quickly picking up her phone before getting lost in messages. Kali rolled her eyes, before shifting in her seat to talk to you. “What about you tho girl? Last time i checked your into scary lil boys.” She teased, twirling a curled braid around her manicured finger.

You rolled your eyes at the darkskinned girl, before taking in a glance at Miles. You never really talked to him but, Tasha wasn’t wrong he was definitely fine, his braids complimented his already handsome features. He had nice eyes too.. and his forearms were- you looked up for a second admist in your thoughts only to catch his eyes staring into your brown ones. Instead of looking away you smiled softly, waving at the boy. Your heart rate accelerating when he waved back, a small small smile causing your heart to melt. Only to hear Kali going “No fucking way he waved at you.” Causing your eyes to widen as you wiped your head around to scold your friend for being so loud, though not being able to help the slight smile tugging at your lips when you heard his faint snicker. ‘ I’ve never seen miles smile before..that shit was cute as fuck-‘ you thought to yourself. “My god Kali! Didn’t I tell your ass to stop being so loud?!” You whisper shouted, before quickly gathering your books realizing the next period is about to start. “My bad, but its not every day you see that mothafucker smile.” She said defensively, you rolled your eyes in response though you agreed with her in your head.

You tapped Tasha on her shoulder, snapping her out of her lovey dovey trance. “Oh shit, thanks y/n. Bro Jordan is actually a sweetheart yall gotta hear what he just sent me, ‘was the sweetest fuckin thing.” You and Kali looked at each other with the “this bitch finna talk about ‘her man’ all 4th period” face. “Mhm I bet it was Tash.” You said dryly, before putting your supplies and phone in your tote bag standing up quickly as you looked at the clock. “Now cmon yall, I wanna get sum from the vending machine before 4th! Hurry up, cmon!”

Miles watched as he saw you pull both of your friends out the door, the white bow that was clipped to your ponytail finally became visible as you three left the classroom. “Niña bonita.” he muttered to himself with a small smirk, before packing his own things up as he got ready to leave.

✮. Now onto headcannnons!

[🕷]after that small encounter, miles would start to make note of your paths home and schedules as to not put you in any danger in future missions

[🕷] since you both would have 2nd and 4th period together, when your friends weren’t there that day or with ‘they’re mans’ you would pair up with miles for anything. Which surprised almost half the class since miles usually kept to himself and scared off any one who needed a partner to rather work by themselves.

[🕷] once you two started to pair up more small talk started, which turned into sitting with him at lunch, which then turned into letting him walk you home

[🕷] Miles would always look out for you a well, whether it be reminding you of deadlines, or scaring off any dickheads who wanted to take advantage of you. Which you thought was hot, how he scared people off without having to do anything

[🕷] after a while you started to have feelings for miles, which he knew and thought it was cute how you always denied it when he would flirt with you, though whenever you saw a girl show interest in him you would roll your eyes and yet mind your business only to have the biggest smile when he would eventually turn her down.

[🕷] Since of course miles liked you too he wanted to tell you how he felt but he thought about the danger he could put you in if you found out who he really was. Would you run away? Never talk to him again? Report him to the police? He couldn’t bear think of a day were he couldn’t see your pretty smile. So he distanced himself.

[🕷] He noticed how you would become more quiet in class, your usual bubbly star student attitude gone as you would now just sit in the back of the class your head down not saying a word. Your wardrobe growing more dull, your usual softcore style turning into just hoodies and sweats

[🕷] He started to worry about you, following you home became a normal thing. Ensuring you didnt get taken or hurt by anything or anyone.

[🕷] Then finally heart shattered, when he saw you about to go up to him before meeting his gaze and turning around. He couldn’t take it, he rather tell you who he is rather than just shut you out. So thats exactly what he did, not bothering to tell his uncle Aron.

He caught you on your way home one day, coming out of an alleyway scaring you in the process. “Shit- wait..Miles? What are you-what do you want.” You asked firmly, despite your eyes starting to water slightly at the sight of merely seeing his face. “Look, angel I- the only reason I iced you out like that is to protect you. You don’t know who I am or what I’m associated with. And the last fuckin thing i want is to put you in danger.” You looked into his eyes, seeing if he meant what he said. “What are you talking about miles? Your not dangerous, or scary or nothing like that. I don’t care about whatever those weird ass clowns call you at vision. I care about you.” You explained, walking up to him. Your eyes starting to wobble as he backed up in response, “You don’t understand-“ “Then tell me Miles!” You shouted, tears finally spilling from your waterline. Causing the brown skinned teen’s face to fall into guilt, “Tell me why I can’t be with the one person who I love so damn much-“ “I’m the prowler.”

He did it. Your gonna run away. Why aren’t you running? Get away from here-You took another step and quickly wrapped your arms round his torso. Hugging him tight as you buried your face in his chest, “I don’t care about that miles, I just said i fucking lo-“ You felt two strong forearms wrap around your lower back, “I heard you ma, ‘love you too. But you shouldn’t be-“ You squeezed him tighter, “I’m staying miles, I don’t care who you are. I’m staying with you.” He chuckled, resting his chin ontop of your head. “Fine then, but stop wearin hoodies unless its mine. You look prettier in skirts and shit.” You giggled, pulling back from the embrace to look up at him. “Fine, only if you kiss me like you’ve missed me.” Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to his dark brown eyes, with a smug smile plastered on your lips.

“your a lucky pretty lil thing..givin me a run for my fuckin money.”

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

steve accidentally spills a drink over his cute soft shy little angel gf’s shirt and has flashbacks of tina’s halloween party where he spilled punch on nancy and she subsequently broke his heart— so he panics. but his precious girl only giggles until she notices how panicked her stevie really is and she’s all understanding and reassuring and gives him a bunch of smooches and tells him she loves him so so much 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

this is so not proofread but this prompt is so cute.

youre at a party and its loud and obnoxious. not something you’d usually go to. hes fumbling with both of your drinks and youre reaching out to him to help him but hes already had one beer and hes a little tipsy. he subsequently spills both drinks all over both of you. he doesnt really remember why this is so scary to him because his head is a little foggy. he just remembers the sinking feeling thats associated with it.

and you think its hilarious, your shirt is stained red and hes frantically apologizing and trying to fix it. he doesnt notice your giggles because hes so worried about losing you right now. if he was completely sober right now, it would only be a little scare at first, and then immediately calming back down. but hes acting on impulse at this point and hes so scared youre going to hurt him. your smile drops when you see how frantic he is.

“stevie, stevie, hey. hey, look at me. look at me, baby. whats wrong?”

and he finally does meet your eyes and immediately tears up.

“m’sorry, didnt mean to.” hes frantically wiping his tears away while he stands in front of you. its at this point that you recall what nancy had told him a few years ago. “m’sorry”

You lean forward to give him a sweet kiss on both of his cheeks, which calms him down. You decide it would be best if you got him out now, starting to lead him back to the car. Whispering “m not mad at you stevie. youre okay.”You end up helping him into the back seat, so you can be closer to him for a moment before you drive home.

“Look at me, no big deal, okay? It’s just a shirt honey, you didn’t mean to. Here, watch.” You pick up one of Steves old sweatshirts that he keeps for when you’re cold off the seat behind you. Quickly removing your shirt and becoming slightly more worried when his eyes don’t flicker down once. You pull the sweater on swiftly and look back at him. “See, all better! I like this shirt more anyways.”

He giggles a little bit, which you mirror back at him before noticing his own stained shirt. You reach behind the seats into his old Hawkins High Basketball bag, pulling out the old sweatshirt that was a little short on him now.

“Here, put this on.” You turn away while he takes off the white t shirt he had been wearing and replaces it with the soft fabric.

You’re brought back by his arms around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck. Feeling perfect now.

[lina-linny]

summary: you're spending Halloween with your brothers best friend jisung. But maybe your heart isn't just beating so fast because you're scared.

genre: fluff, Halloween special, brothers best friend au

words: 1,8k + one fake text

For as long as she could remember, she had spent every Halloween the same way. Snuggled up with sweets and snacks between her brother and his best friend watching horror movies.

When they were younger, the three of them would all dress up in scary costumes and wander around the houses hoping for sweet rewards from their neighbors. Later in the evening, they would eat their prey together. But at some point they had become too old for this ritual. And while other teenagers began to go to boisterous Halloween parties, a new tradition developed between the three friends. From then on, they got together to watch horror movies, eat snacks until they felt sick and build a pillow camp where they all spent the night.

And even when they grew up and all lived their separate lives, they never once broke their tradition. They had always made room between hectic business meetings and looming deathlines to spend a relaxing Halloween evening together.

But something had changed this year. Minho had a girlfriend and of course yn and jisung had moved straight to second place, yn thought bitterly as she stared at her brother's last-minute text message explaining that he wanted to spend Halloween with his girlfriend this year. Suddenly he didn't care that they had to spend their Halloween alone, yn thought, wrapping herself up in her blanket and suppressing the tears that were about to run down her cheeks.

It might sound silly, but this Halloween tradition had meant everything to yn and this year she needed it the most. The last few weeks had been stressful and draining and all the time the thought of the upcoming Halloween celebration had kept her going.

Yn was startled out of her thoughts when her phone vibrated next to her. Exhausted, Yn lifted her head to see who had texted her, only to be startled out of her blanket nest. Her phone display showed that she had received a message from Jisung. Her brother's best friend, who always managed to get her pulse racing. With a red head and a pounding heart, she opened the message

Yn hastily jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Her hands were shaking as she began to apply a little make-up and fix her hair. She had missed Jisung too, oh she had missed him incredibly.

Ever since they were kids, yn had always had a soft spot for her brother's friend. He was the only one she shared her cuddles or sweets with. When they became teenagers, she started putting on her prettiest clothes when she heard that jisung was coming over to hang out with Minho. All in the hope that one day he would see her as more than Minho's little sister.

After she finished in the bathroom, she sat down on the couch and nervously waited for her visitor. She was twirling the drawstring of her oversized hoodie between her fingers when she heard the knock on her apartment door. When she opened it, she looked directly into Jisung's nervous face and had to smile hesitantly. She stepped aside to let him in. He came in and it looked like he was going to take off his shoes but suddenly he turned to face her a little awkwardly and pulled yn into an awkward hug. She stumbled forward into his arms. he let go of her after two seconds and looked down at the floor embarrassed.

"Sorry, I just really missed you." He mumbled and yn's heart melted. As she felt her cheeks start to burn, she wondered how anyone could be so cute. She gently nudged the still embarrassed Jisung in the side.

"I missed you too." The two looked into each other's eyes and there was silence for a moment.

"come on, i've got marshmallows and jelly's in the kitchen that we need to eat." yn laughed and jisung beamed at her enthusiastically. He hastily slipped off his shoes and ran into the kitchen to reserve the best sweets. Yn trudged after him and together they dragged the mountains of sweets into Yn's living room.

Yn made a bed of cushions and blankets on the large sofa, where she was almost invisible and jisung laughed at the sight of her but snuggled up to her in the mountain of fluffy cushions and warm blankets without hesitation.

Yn reached for the remote to choose a horror movie suitable for the evening, but Jisung thwarted her plans.

"Yn-aaaaah may I choose the movie? Please, please, please." He whined and looked at her with his best puppy eyes. He just wanted to get yn to let him choose the movie. He achieved this with ease, but her heart also started beating unnaturally fast.

Jisung squealed enthusiastically when she pushed the remote to him and immediately began to browse through the various movies until he found one that appealed to him. He pressed play and while the movie started, the two of them immediately began to stuff themselves with the snacks provided.

The movie slowly picked up. More and more jump scares and disturbing scenes were shown, which made Jisung flinch. Frightened, he cuddled up to yn, clung to her arm and laid his head on her chest, hoping to get some of her peace and quiet. Soch yn was anything but calm. Her heart was beating hard and fast against her ribcage and she played nervously with her hands. But her condition couldn't have less to do with the horror movie.

Jisung, who had of course felt her loud heartbeat, raised his head in confusion and looked at yn.

"Hey, are you all right? Normally you're never afraid of horror movies. Actually, you always laugh at me and Minho when we get scared." This snapped yn out of her trance and she looked at him nervously.

"What do you mean? I'm not scared." Jisung tilted his head in confusion.

"But your heart is beating so fast." he said and placed his hand on yn's rapidly beating heart as if to prove a point. She turned bright red in response to his gesture and avoided eye contact with her brother's best friend, who was the real reason for her increased heart rate. Jisung sat up and grinned, ready to tease her shamelessly.

"Oh my god you're scared! If Minho finds out, he'll never let you forget it. How many times have you laughed at us for being scared of jump scares? And now you're scared of this movie? It's almost harmless compared to the movies we've already watched together." He laughed, but his cheerful getease died when he saw that yn neither smiled nor tried to defend herself against his joking attacks. Instead, she avoided his gaze and chewed nervously on her lower lip. He looked at her worriedly.

"Yn are you afraid of the movie at all?" he asked quietly and hesitantly. Yn remained silent, but shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"Then what's going on? Why are you so nervous yn-ie?" Her cheeks burned and she desperately tried to escape from the couch. She untangled her body from the many covers and stood up to put some distance between herself and Jisung, but he didn't even think about letting her go. His hand quickly moved forward and carefully clasped her wrist. Awkwardly, yn stumbled through the sudden resistance his grip caused and plopped right on top of him. Her hands which caught her kept their faces from being pressed together. They both stared at each other, perplexed, but Jisung realized his chance and turned so that yn was under him. He held his body above her, pressing his hands into the couch next to her head, their faces only a few centimeters apart. Yn looked at him in shock, desperately searching for a way out of this awkward situation.

"Why was your heart beating so fast?" jisung asked out of a spontaneous boost of confidence. Yn squirmed beneath him. She wanted nothing more than to forget the whole winfach but she also knew that jisung wouldn't let her go so easily.

"You make me nervous. Well, because I like you." she whispered and it was all Jisung needed. He immediately joined their lips in a devoted kiss, which took yn quite by surprise. But when she regained her composure, she moved her lips in unison with his. Was she in heaven?

But their little paradise was disturbed by a loud jump scare from the TV, which made them both flinch. They looked into each other's eyes and started giggling. Jisung let go of yn and climbed back to his original position and yn straightened up too. The second she sat down properly again, Jisung clung to her and she giggled. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed in her soothing scent.

"I like you too yn-ie. Very much so." he whispered, making her melt inside. She put her arms around him and he snuggled even closer to her body.

"Well, in that case, what do you think about a date? I wanted to show you the record store I discovered the other day." yn whispered into his hairline, making him giggle.

"Sounds fantastic." he murmured, just before he pressed a second, this time brief but loving, kiss to her lips.

They continued to watch the movie in silence, occasionally jisung flinched in shock and snuggled closer to his girlfriend, who couldn't help but grin.

"What if Minho finds out that we're together?" yn asked out of nowhere and Jisung had to giggle.

"I think he'll be happy for us."

"Why are you so sure?" yn asked skeptically and jisung embarrassedly buried his face in her hoodie.

"Well... I've cried to him so many times about how a mysterious girl I'm madly in love with won't return my feelings and this girl happened to behave just like you..." he laughed.

"So I think he already suspects it anyway. To be honest, I think he was so annoyed by my whining that he canceled today so that we could hopefully pull ourselves together and talk about our feelings." Yn had to giggle.

"Ji, has anyone ever told you how cute you are." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek, causing Jisung's face to turn pink. They both giggled and could hardly believe their happiness. At last, what they had been waiting for years had become a reality.

[milessluvr]

༊࿐ ͎. IM INLOVE WITH YOU!!

݁ ִ ࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ REQUSTED BY MY FRIEND ! SHE HELPED ME ON THIS ! ݁ ִ

࣪⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ WARNING PURE FLUFF BLACK READER USE OF THE N WORD (?) MAKING OUT ADULTS DNI!!

“don’t we look cutee?” y/n said viewing the photos they took at the photo booth.

 "Of course you would think we look 'cute'," Miles sneered, crossing his arms rolling his eyes. ‘‘you’re the one with all the lipstick on.’‘ 

“well duh because it looks good on me” y/n said placing the photos down fixing her brown-ish lip combo.  "

No it doesn't," Miles scoffed, "You're embarrassing yourself." miles pulled out his phone scrolling on instagram  

“meanie.. don’t be jealous that my lip combo looks better on me than you.” y/n said. 

" mami i don’t wear makeup the last time i did your sister forced it on me." Miles said looking down at his girlfriend placing his phone back in his pocket.

"So what... do you want a another photo?" Miles said crossing his arms. 

“Nuh uh you said I’m embarrassing myself !” y/n said huffing and turning away from him. 

"That's not stopping me tho mami.," he said  again, his hands holds yours fingers connecting. 

 he pressed his lips against your own as he wrapped an arm around you to pull you in tighter. 

Miles's lips pressed firmly against hers, holding her close with his free arm while he kissed her. His tongue caressed her lips, tasting the fruit flavor coming from the lip stick as they kissed longer and longer. 

Miles finally pulled away, breathing heavily, a light smirk spread across his face.

“I keep forgetting how much of a good kisser you are.” y/n said. 

"I could say the same for you," Miles laughed softly, running his hands along her body as well. He kissed her nose affectionately and then her lips once more.

Miles smirked playfully and placed a  kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin lightly. Then he pulled away, leaving her with a playful wink and a smirk.

“Miless we gotta head home or your mother gets mad she’s hella scary when she’s mad..” y/n  said.

"You're right," Miles sighed softly, "If she doesn't whoop me herself, she'll definitely send Aaron to whoop my ass."

“I thought uncle Aaron been stopped doing that ?” y/n said.

"It's not as often, but he still does it." Miles groaned, "I'm pretty sure he enjoys doing it."

y/n giggled hearing miles groan

"Hey, hey, don't laugh at me." Miles scoffed.

“why not It’s funny !” y/n said smiling while saying it.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm handsome then." Miles joked.

Miles stared at you for a few seconds before speaking up, "You ready to go home?’’ miles asked 

“I’m ready to go home we can finish this at home..” y/n said

Miles smirked and offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

“We shall.”   y/n said

[quigonswife8]

Saved her first: Leon Kennedy x reader

After he saved her first, you fight.

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A/N: thank you for 90 something likes on my last fic, that means so much to me SOBS. especially since that was the first thing I posted since last year so thank you again.

BTW I'M NOT HATING ON ADA. I love Ada she's one of my favourite characters just for this fic you kinda hate her. I can’t come up with titles i swear😭

Warnings: Angst, sad, fight, implications of more than romance in a few parts.

Gif creds: @leon-jpg

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Ada Wong. The name like poison on your tongue. The red-dressed mercenary, here one minute, gone the next. The woman, always seems to linger, like shadows on a forlorn path.

The first time you and the merc met, you were fixing him up- Leon Scott Kennedy. Ada had walked over a hint of something in those eyes. She eyed you confused, then looked over at Leon a hint of familiarity in her eyes.

They know eachother?

"Hello Leon."

"Ada...." Leon had replied, low and with a quiet grunt. He wouldn't even stare her in the eyes, only keeping those eyes on you, the person he secretly loves. Ada can tell something is going on...her eyes go to his finger no ring, then they fall onto you.

This "Ada" doesn't seem annoyed by you, though you still can't help but feel insecure next to her. She's so beautiful, her outfit clinging to her like perfection, surely Leon loves that...right?

"Well i'll be going." that's it? "see you around.".

The woman gives a wink to both of you before disappearing, and Leon rolls his eyes. He's very cute you can't help but smile a little at his reaction to this woman. Though soon you grow glum and Leon, once he turns to you, notices your change in attitude.

"She's nothing more than a friend to me."

Despite only being friends Leon takes your hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. His blue eyes try and meet yours and when he's successful you note the small smile on his lips. Oh how you wanna kiss those lips so bad...

"Who...is she Leon-"

"We met in racoon." He replies not meaning to cut you off. A sigh follows and he runs a hand through his messy hair, "I was 21 at the time I told you, and she came along and turned my world upside down. As cheesy as that sounds, I liked it...liked how she made me feel. Then everything...stuff happened, and I met you, and I knew I had...found my person."-

-

After that day, one year later to be exact, you became a thing. After a kiss in the rain, his fingers running along your cheek, a question fell from the agent's lips. "be mine?" he'd whispered so softly into your ear, so softly it was almost like he could put you to sleep- not in a bad way, of course.

After spending the night together where he held you so gently and livingly, the next day he woke you up with breakfast in bed. Things only got better after that day, they seemed to be going well. Leon had gotten a promotion, you were scheduled to meet someone big for a job, and on top of that, your romantic life was pretty good.

That was...until Ada returned.

-

"I'm sorry!-"

"What a lie Kennedy.", you snap, scoffing. Dragging yourself to the half-opened supply chest you take some medicine for the headache brought on by him.

"If you were sorry you would have saved me first, not your her."

It's heartbreaking; Leon swore to you that he would always choose you, he made a promise. The two of you had gotten into a serious relationship and yet as soon as she returns it's like the past.

There was a monster. A scary, uneven limbed monster that had treaded towards the three of you. It had managed to disarm you so there was no way to grab the weapon. However it also disarmed her, Leon being the only one with a weapon still. It was choosing between the two of you to kill, you had expected Leon to run over and protect you.

He...didn't . He had run over to Ada first and protected her, while you were forced to watch. It was like someone had stabbed you in the heart and ripped said heart out, that's how much it hurt. Leon realised what he had done...he had looked over and seen your reaction, his heart breaking.

"How could you-"

"I'm sorry!"

Leon repeats, pacing the room. His hand sliding through his messy hair, his eyes to the floor- those eyes that look at you with such love now contain regret and pain.

"I-"

"No."- you cut him off with a scoff, your eyes full of tears. Tugging on the bandage of your right hand you shake your head.

"...no I...I need space-"

"Please-"

The fight only escalates from there. Leon grows angry, the two of you falling into a yelling match yet neither seem to want to say what's said. After the fight you end up storming out leaving Leon behind in tears and anger.

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The house is dark when you return. The memory of playing monopoly the previous evening, nothing more than that- a memory. The stains on your cheeks evidence of the tears that have fallen for the past few hours. The house is cold, depressing, it makes you miss his arms around you despite being mad at him.

Memories of...that fight replay. You can barely even remember half of what was said. In the past, yeah, you've fought, just never this serious. Never in a way that threatened an end to your relationship.

With careful yet shaking fingers you take the phone off the wall and sit down on the leather couch. He used to hold you here, now all that occupies this space is one person- you. With those same shaky fingers you scroll to your photo gallery- your screen becomes wet as the heartbreak sets in.

That day you had been so happy...now you feel like dying.

"Leon!"

You scream into the empty house, sobs wracking your broken body. The phone makes a thud hitting the ground, your knees coming up to your chest. It hurts, you just wish you could go back in time and prevent the argument from happening. Both of you messed up, while you blame him for the whole fight you know you messed up too.

"LEON!"

It's pointless. Leon is never coming back to you, you'll always be lonely....although, only your brain convinces you of this. Leon never said this he only scoffed and treaded to, you're sure, the nearest bar to drown his sorrows.

Pressing your body onto the couch you close your eyes drifting off into more sorrow

Time skip

He should be at a bar, drowning his sorrows in alcohol- that's what usually happens...right? No, this time it's different. He's walking through the almost-desolate store hands full of your favorite things. "it's my fault" he says out loud not caring if he looks crazy right now.

Leon holds back his tears, while walking to the car. The non-motorbike which he would usually have, but ended up crashing, sits in the parking spot. Leon gets flashbacks of all the times you've driven around, his hand in yours, planting kisses to your cheeks.

"I'm such an idiot."

Leon loads everything into the car and hops in. Sighing softly he starts up the car and drives off to your shared home praying that you'll forgive him.

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"I'm sorry."

His hands are around you, practically crushing you. His tears soak the white t-shirt that clings to you, his face buried so deeply. Leon is a mess which is rare since he doesn't like showing these types of emotions often.

"Baby please forgive me."

His hands shake, his heart racing so fast you can feel it.

"...was such a fool, I messed up. I didn't mean to- damn it" and like before he clings to you, except this time it's tighter. Leon holds you like he's holding the world, like if he lets you go then the "world" will disappear. He crushes you not even caring, the fear takes over anything else.

"You hurt me by choosing her."

"I know- I know baby I know"

Leon looks up at you, his lip quivering. He stares at you terrified of losing you. He runs a hand along that same scar, pressing forward to press a wet kiss to your cheek. "...i'll make it up to you I promise, ti amo." Leon brushes his stubble against your cheek- "Ti amo...ti amo tanto."

His Italian makes you swell, even though you're upset with him. It's like he's breaking down your defenses slowly yet surely, yet that fight still lingers. How you found out they slept together, the complicated yet intimate feelings they shared, the way they shared a kiss the night everything changed for him.

"If you really don't love her-"

"I don't! I stopped loving her when I fell for you."

Leon leans closer, wiping the tears from your cheeks- you never realized you started crying. He smiles weakly his hands taking yours.

"I love you. Always, baby."

Leon waits, he waits to see if you'll realise he's right. If you'll kiss him, hug him, hold him like before. The waterworks threaten to spill, you stare at him in silence....there's nothing but silence. The intimacy and heartbreak are the only emotions present right now....and Leon waits.

He waits...waits, hoping you'll forgive him- if you don't, he's not sure what he'll do. In one last attempt he mutters your name...the sound of your name on his lips...finally seeming to break you. With your left hand you raise it and touch his tear covered cheek...and with your right you wipe the tears away.

"I forgive you and I..." You sigh. "I'm still a bit upset at what you did but I...I messed up too. I love you."

Just like that Leon pulls you into a tight, "scared of letting you go" like before, kiss. He causes you to melt into the kiss, kissing back with such love and lust, almost causing a needy whine to fall from your lips. He holds you tight in his arms the kiss drawing out, something both of you desperately needed.

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I don't know how to end fics istg but hope ya'll like this anyways :)

[rrenzwrld]

GIRLY hear me out 😩!!

tattoo artist connie x shy black reader

it's like a her first tattoo and connie is her artist.

i wasn’t sure if i should’ve written a fic or just hcs but i wrote a fic! and if you want some hcs lmk! <3🤭

It was your 18th birthday and getting a tattoo was the first thing that came to your mind since you couldn’t think of anything else. Due to your low pain tolerance, you questioned yourself as to why you didn’t think a bit harder when your parents asked you what you wanted for your special day.

“A tattoo? You can’t even get flu shots without crying.” Your mom joked which sent your dad laughing a bit.

“Okay I know, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Well, you already know what you wanna get?” You nodded as you pulled your phone out to show the sketch of some flowers that you drew. “Aww that’s cute~ You gettin it on your arm?” You wanted it on your thigh because you thought it looked better there.

“On my thigh?”

“Your thigh? You sure you can sit there for that long?” Your dad commented. He exchanged looks with his wife before their eyes said everything else for them. Your parents were a bit strict so you were shocked that they even let you get a tattoo. “And you already made the appointment?”

You nodded. “It’s someone Tiera knows.” Is what Tiera told you when you mentioned the tattoo birthday gift to her. You didn’t know this person but you trusted Tiera. She even offered to be there with you but you made it your mission to go to the place on your own. All your parents did was give you the money so the tattoo would be a gift.

After talking it over with your parents, as you’ve done for majority of the choices in your life, you get to the tattoo parlor that Tiera was talking about.

When you get there, there’s a tall guy with a buzzcut and tattoos littered over his arms and a few piercings on his face. He looked up and instantly smiled when he saw you walk in. The tattoos and piercings made him look scary so his bright smile towards you eases your spirit.

“Hey!” He comes from around the counter to greet you. He looked to be the only one there at the moment it it was early so you figured whoever else worked there didn’t come in yet. “You’re Y/n, right? Tiera told me you were coming.” You nodded your head and internally thanked your friend for being the reason you didn’t have to speak too many times today.

“First time?” You nodded again. “You don’t talk much, do you?” You shook your head. You didn’t really like talking unless you really really wanted to. You didn’t know this guy enough to try to talk his head off.

“Aww man, we gotta fix that. C’mon.” You followed him through the place to the secluded area he’d be working at. He was giving you small directions while he made sure he had all his stuff together.

“What’s your name by the way?” You felt silly.

“Oh, Connie.” He smiled again and you could almost melt into a puddle.

“Is that short for anything or..?”

“I don’t like telling people my real name. I hate it.” The two of you were beginning to have a conversation when he was cleaning your skin and everything. “Anyways, Tiera already sent me the flowers you wanted and everything,” He showed you the sketch of the flowers you wanted. Connie’s drawing was a lot better for what you wanted for the tattoo than you thought. “You like it?” You nodded excessively which was a big stamp of approval from you. “That’s good.. before I go ahead and get started, you got any concerns or anything?”

“Is it gonna hurt?” You said quietly. He laughed a bit but he didn’t mean to.

“Yeah, maybe.” Was an understatement for someone with a low pain tolerance. “You like shots?” You shook your head and he chuckled again. “That’s okay, once we get to talking, you’ll forget all about it. It’s gonna be quick, okay?” You nodded. You were obviously in good hands so you didn’t know why you were so worried. And plus, Connie was a cute guy so you didn’t mind that addition to the experience.

In a way, the experience was quick. Once the two of you got to talking as he was inking your skin for the first time, the pain didn’t mean a lot and you were slowly coming out of your shell with Connie. The conversation started off with simple things, then it went into more personal topics and before you knew it, he was finished.

You giggled “So why don’t you like your real name? Are you a Carl or something?”

“No.. my real name is Constance—“

“That’s a pretty name.” He looked at you like he thought you were lying.

“I doubt it but your name is pretty. You are also pretty.” Your heart dropped to your feet even though it was for a good reason.

“You’re just being nice..”

“Nah, I’m for real,” He said as he was wrapping up your tattoo after he showed it to you. For your first tattoo, especially on a place you wouldn’t expect to get it, it was absolutely beautiful. You would definitely be coming back her to get another some other time. “I’m bout to ask for your number right now, you cool with that?” He smiled at you for another time that day with those alluring hazel eyes. You didn’t even notice how well his small freckles painted his face. It was your favorite part about it so far and you internally beat yourself up for beginning to fall into him so quickly.

“I guess, but don’t you have a girlfriend?” He furrowed his brows in confusion at you once he finished up.

“I don’t, yet.” All you could do was hum as you wondered if his flirting was genuine or if it was normal thing he did.

The two of you sat in silence before you spoke when you were getting ready to go back up to the front to pay. “Thank you, Connie.” You smiled warmly.

“Of course, pretty girl.” You started to hand him the money until he stopped you.

“Nah, you good.”

“What? No, here—“

He laughed. “It’s fine, Y/n. I’ll get you next time.” He must’ve really liked you if he missed out on money from just meeting you today. But you didn’t like not paying people.

“Okay..” You put the money back in your purse.

“But I know how you can pay me though if you want.” Your head instantly shot up.

“Hm?”

“That number?” You eyes widened. You didn’t think he was serious.

“You were for real?”

Connie chuckled. “Yes, yes I was.” He slid over a piece of paper and a pen. “Whenever you’re ready.” You fought back a smile before writing down your number and sliding it back to him.

“Thank you~”

“Bye, Connie Springer.”

“Bye, pretty girl~”

[void-wolfie]

Carving Commotion

summary: You go over to Jenna's for some halloween fun

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: none really? light mention of knives for pumpkin carving but thats it (if i'm missing something let me know so i can fix/add)

words: 1.09k

a/n: Happy Halloween guys! i did this at the last minute if i'm honest. only did light editing and proofing so there might be some mistakes lol.

You pushed the doorbell in with your elbow, hearing the familiar sound echoing from within the house. You barely even had to wait thirty seconds before the door shot open, your girlfriend standing on the other side with a blinding smile.

You noticed her eyes excitedly jump down to the two pumpkins in your arms, her smile growing wider if that was even possible.

"What're you staring at, Ortega? My eyes are up here," You joked, smirking at your girlfriend's exasperated expression.

"You're late," if she rolled her eyes any harder, they would've rolled right out of her head, "just, get in here already."

Despite the jokes, both of you truly did love Halloween, it was one of the best times of the year. The two of you planned to spend the whole night together carving pumpkins and watching scary movies.

As you walked through the house you noticed all the decorations set up. Fake cobwebs adorned with plastic spiders hung in the hallway, fake bats hung from the living room fan, caution tape littered doorways, and The Monster Mash played quietly in the background. She really does go all out for Halloween, you thought to yourself.

Jenna helped you put the pumpkins down on the kitchen counter. She grabbed out the soap and a scrubby brush and told you to clean off the pumpkins in the sink, which you happily obliged.

You got lost in thought while cleaning off the pumpkins. You were excited, you couldn't stop thinking about what to carve. Should it be something elaborate and scary? Or maybe something simple and cute? Maybe a mix of both? It was your first Halloween with Jenna after all, and you didn't want to scare her off with your excitement.

By the time both pumpkins were done and washed, you turned back around to find the kitchen table covered in trash bags and Jenna setting the table with a handful of carving knives.

"Carving pumpkins isn't just some elaborate excuse to murder me, right?" You joked. Once again you saw her eyes roll, but the smile on her face told you she was far from annoyed.

"I could never kill you, you're too cute for that," She looked over at you and winked. The gesture alone made your knees wobbly and your stomach twist into knots.

Jenna refused to show you what she was carving into her pumpkin. You could see her eagerly getting into her drawing, her eyebrows furrowing in the cutest way while her Sharpie moved wildly in front of her. It’s a surprise, she insisted.

You decided that if Jenna could get so excited and into her pumpkin carving, so could you. You drew up the best pumpkin face you could think of, sharp gnarly teeth, and slanted eyes. The design wasn’t as good as you normally drew, but you chalked it up to the cute brunette across the table distracting you.

Once you had decided the design was good enough, you picked out a knife and started cutting away. You started with some of the bigger details, watching as the big knife cut through the pumpkin like butter.

It felt like forever, carving out little bits at a time, and you were covered in pumpkin guts up to your elbows. But finally, you were finished!

“Done!” You shouted, setting the knife down and jumping up from your seat. You looked over at Jenna to see her giggling at you, but you didn’t mind, you liked the sound of her laugh.

“Can I see yours now?” You asked, excited to finally see what the surprise was.

“Sure, love,” She smiled, getting up from her chair to turn her pumpkin around so you could see it, “I finished a few minutes ago anyway.”

She spun the pumpkin around to show a more traditional-looking jack o’ lantern. It had big triangle eyes and a toothy grin. Even though it wasn’t scary it still seemed much better than yours. Somehow hers looked perfect, and yours looked terrible.

“Wow…” you hadn’t even realized you said it till Jenna's face lit up, her smile growing brighter than the full moon on a cloudless night. You’d say it a million more times too if it got her to smile like that again.

“Come on baby, let me see yours,”

You spun your pumpkin around, albeit a bit reluctantly. Hers was so much better than yours, she was going to laugh at you for sure. Yours was a bit more on the scary side, pointy teeth with sharp fangs and hooded eyes, though it wasn’t very good.

You waited for the laughing, but it never came. Instead, she looked impressed… like really impressed. “Baby, that’s amazing, I love it,”

You were shocked. She had to be lying, right?

“Really?”

“Yeah baby, it's perfect.”

You rolled your eyes, attempting to hide the smile that crept up on your, “I mean, it’s alright, but it’s nowhere near as good as yours.”

She could tell you were joking around, but she decided to play along. She gasped, feigning shock, “What? Yours is like twice as good as mine,”

“Oh, well now I know you’re lying to me,” You joked, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What? I would never!”

“Liar!” You all but shouted it, faking an upset look. You crossed your arms and looked over your shoulder pretending to pout.

It was silent for a second. Then something slammed into your chest, smacking back down on the table.

You looked at your chest, then the table… She had thrown a handful of pumpkin guts at you.

“Why you little-” You grabbed the lump she had thrown at you and tossed it back with a smirk. She ducked at the last second and the pile landed with a wet splat against the wall.

You saw her laugh, then she started reaching for the bowl of guts in the middle of the table.

“Oh no you don’t,” You reached as fast as you could, both you and Jenna grabbed the bowl at the same time.

Fifteen minutes later, you were both covered head to toe in pumpkin guts. It covered the walls, the floor, and the table. Some made it as far as the living room, but most of it clung to you and Jenna. It was agreed that you’d both have to shower and clean up before any movies could be watched. But despite the mess, and the feeling of pumpkin strings down the back of your shirt, you already knew this was your favorite Halloween yet.

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 5. RIO

A/N: had a dream about my man the other night so I guess that was his way of telling me that he misses me? We love delulu!!! Anyways thought this would be fun to actually write something on the line of thriller/spooky this time around. This is me making up for not writing part two’s to my other fall inspired prompt on this man way back when. Hope y’all enjoy this 🧡🫶🏽!!!

PROMPT is from HERE + I’m using: A Begs B to come explore an old house that they believe is haunted. B is hesitant, especially after hearing the scary tales A knows so much about.

*GIF + PHOTO DO NOT BELONG TO ME!

WARNINGS: some France slander, language & hints of sexual content.

<- read my previous October anthology prompt here.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔

Being in France for the month of October initially wasn’t the plan.

Khadijah and Rio ventured out here for a couple days for Khadijah’s birthday and for Rio to tie up some loose ends for business. What was supposed to be a four day trip turned into a much longer adventure.

“I know y’all done heard they got bed bugs out there, why are your asses staying out there longer?” Khadijah’s mother blurted into the FaceTime call.

Rio chuckled to himself by the mini bar, fixing himself something brown before entering the main living room part of the suite.

“Mom,” Khadijah hissed as she flicked through the channels, “this was a unexpected extended birthday trip.”

“Uh huh, sure it is.” The older woman said not entirely believing that, “Don’t think you can get cute on us and decide not to come back.”

“I’m already cute,” Khadijah modeled with extra shoulder as she sat on the tan couch while her mother brings the camera to show that she’s rolling her eyes.

“Well where do you think you get it from?”

“My father.”

“More like you got his smart mouth.” Khadijah’s mom comments, making her child hold up her finger to interject.

Now she loved her mom dearly but it was no secret that Khadijah was a daddy’s girl and her father’s favorite daughter despite what her two sisters thought. She was one of four children while her youngest sibling happened to be the only boy.

“Aw c’mon, don’t do Mr. Wells like that, especially if he’s not here to defend himself. Where is he anyway? It’s gotta be after 10:30 back home?” Rio came into frame, crouching behind Khadijah, who turned to peck his cheek before facing her phone once more.

The woman sighed, “where else? Working, working, working. I’ve been telling him he needs to slow down, he’s not some twenty year old no more. Lord knows it.”

Mr. Wells had a heart attack last year and had to have a stint put in. Rio’s never seen Khadijah’s so stressed before in his life and although the hardworking man had a good job with good insurance working for the city, they slammed him with some bills that Rio paid off. Which Mr. Wells wouldn’t let slide and already was in the process of paying back.

His choice, not Rio’s.

“He’s close to retirement and he loves supporting his family which is respectable.” Rio starts before joking, “once that happens then the both of you can come with us to Paris next time.”

“Uh uh. I’m never going over there, never had the desire to which is why I want y’all asses to get out of there fast!” Mrs. Wells’ large glasses come into frame now as she holds the phone at not the best angle, “I’d love to see Dubai or St. Lucia with Kayode, your father, and I guess your big headed brother can come too, Deej.”

Khadijah laughs, “yeah and he can bring Eliza too.”

“if I catch him even thinking about it, I’ll click my heels three times and send her bony ass right to hell.”

Laughter bubbles in Khadijah’s throat as she sends a teasing smile to Rio who winked back at his wife, knowing that neither of Khadijah’s parents were fond of their youngest child’s significant other. He was nineteen and found his supposed first love so it was evident that the pair were clingy and so in love with each other. They went to the same high school together, weren’t in the same cliques but ended up at the same community college and decided to give each other a try.

In shorter terms.

“We’ll make it happen,” Rio sighs as he comes around to plop down on the couch next to Khadijah, tossing a hand around the back of the couch, “minus Eliza right?”

“Damn straight,” Mrs. Wells humphed, “she can date somebody else’s son and boss them around for all i care. I just hope it’s over before thanksgiving.”

“Now Mom! Let’s not spread that negative energy for your birthday month, do you need some lavender and Kirk Franklin to keep your blood pressure down?”

The woman with the now bonnet secured around her micro locs fanned her hand, “I already had my session with Mr. Franklin around 7pm so hush! You know that’s what I’m wishing for and hoping you don’t wait around and decide to come back then.”

Khadijah blinks at Rio, who meets her stare. He had no plans of staying here longer than another few days, things got delayed and he offered to send Khadijah back to Detroit if that’s what she wanted but she had some vacation time that she didn’t mind using and she didn’t want to leave Rio behind either.

He’s been busy lately and she just knows as soon as they get back to Detroit, he’ll probably disappear for a little awhile again. So sue the woman if she wanted to be a little selfish and spend more time with her man.

“We’re gonna bring you something much better,” Rio smirks after taking a sip of his liquor, “maybe even a new bundle of joy.”

“WHAT?!” Mrs. Wells yells, “don’t play with me right now. When was your last cycle? I’ve been saying your tatas been looking fuller, ooooh I’ll have to tell your grandmomma.”

“Hey, hey! I’m not pregnant—

“Yet. We’ve been practicing though.” Rio announces, biting down on his bottom lip while Khadijah gasps and shoved at his knee.

Mrs. Wells claps her hands in joy, “y’all keep doing that but don’t bring those bed bugs back with you.”

“We won’t and did our research. If it makes you feel any better, we’re leaving this hotel tonight to stay at this castle for the rest of our trip and then tomorrow we’re gonna go explore this historic house since Rio wanted to have a rest day.” Khadijah informs her mother while Rio slowly nods his head, not knowing of the exploring a house portion but they’d discuss it later.

Mrs. Wells yawns as she sits up in bed now, “sounds fancy but okay then, mom’s tired and ready to knock out. But continue to be safe, the both of you and I’ll see you soon?”

“You sure will, night momma Wells.” Rio gave a two finger salute while Khadijah shared, “I love you’s, talk soon.” Before hanging up the call.

Khadijah leans back against the couch with a sigh, “told you mom’s got serious seperation anxiety all thanks to Kaliyah moving to Toronto with her girlfriend and we’re only traveling!”

“Which is exactly why I tried to smooth over her worries with baby talk, it worked didn’t it?” Rio lifts a thick brow while Khadijah shrugs her shoulders.

Soon she rests her head on Rio’s chest, locking her arms around his waist, “it’ll happen when it’s meant to…and we need to make sure we’re all packed for our new temporary home.”

“Oh I know I am, it’s you you gotta worry about mamas.” Rio presses a kiss to Khadijah’s rosemary scented hair.

Khadijah scoffs, “sorry but I had to buy more for this trip…which I’m not complaining! BUT! Paris’ fashion is really for the petite girlies.”

“They’re forreal missing out on the inclusion and better get on that.” Rio hummed.

“Siobhán is.” Khadijah grins while Rio slowly dips his head at the mention of his old designer friend.

Before Khadijah could get into asking about how she’s been doing, Rio sips from his drink once more and changes the subject, “what’s this about exploring tomorrow?”

“We maybe moving into a castle mansion for a little awhile but there’s no way I’m staying cooped up any longer without seeing what Dordogne has to offer.” Khadijah tells her husband with the perfect pronunciation of the town—or rather department as France calls it.

Rio raises the hand the rests against his wife’s shoulder, “heard you, mamas. No arguing on my part but you know it’s beneficial to have reset days too.”

“Which YouTuber told you that?” Khadijah smirks up at the buzz haired man, figuring that he was probably logged onto her account instead of switching over to his own to watch whatever it is he gets into.

Rio snorts, “don’t try and play me, my aesthetician did.”

“Of course they did.” Khadijah nods believing that since Rio didn’t mess around when it came to his skincare, “and you’re right, there’s nothing wrong with rest days. You’ve been running around x2 compared to me so I get it. You get a nap in and I’ll get the bags ready since we have what? An hour before the service comes and gets us.”

Rio grips Khadijah’s hand as she gets up from the couch, “you sure all an hour is what you need?”

“Shut up, Christopher.” Khadijah laughs, matching Rio’s smile before leaving the man to get his nap on.

With the city life behind the married couple, they settled in Dordogne late last night into the 18th century home. Surprisingly Rio wakes up late the next day, like around eleven am late compared to his seven am timeline. However Khadijah doesn’t mind letting him sleep, snapping a picture of his rest with the camera she brought along for the trip. She watches the clock from time to time, knowing just when to order breakfast to be sent to their room.

Khadijah’s sitting on a olive couch pushed underneath the windows which are half pulled back, sipping on caffe viennese, stomach half full from a classic French breakfast as she stares out into the scenery acting like the main character in a Victorian film.

“Morning, mamas. You starting the day without me?” Rio’s rough morning voice greets the brown skinned woman, who glances over her shoulder at him.

A soft smile meets her full lips, “good morning but someone has to get this party started. But don’t worry, I’ll never not let you in on the thrill. Got you one of these,” she holds the mug up in the air, nodding with her chin on the nightstand next to the man, “and there’s breakfast waiting for you underneath the cloche.”

“Did I mention hearing you speak French is sexy?” Rio states as he slowly sits up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Khadijah smirks, “plenty when you were tipsy on the late night ride here.”

“I regret nothing,” Rio laughs before turning to reach and sip at the warm coffee, “this is delicious.”

Khadijah pops her tongue, “Yeah it is.”

“What we doin’ today? Hold up, what time is it?” Rio turns his eyes into slits, reaching for his phone to let out a low whistle, “damn, haven’t slept that long—

“Since you got shot?”

Rio let’s out a cough, “whoa, that was dark.”

“Sorry,” Khadijah says, “kinda just slipped out.”

“Something you wanna talk about, Dija?” Rio hums, staring at his wife from their temporary shared bed.

Khadijah shakes her head, “nothing I want to get into on this brand new day, no. So!”

She uncurls her feet from underneath her to stand in her floral print lace trim set, placing a smile on her lips as she plops down on the bed. Taking a quick sip of the coffee again, she places it on her side of the nightstand and reaches inside to pull out two slips of paper.

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?” Rio suspiciously tries to peek at the papers but Khadijah slaps them right on her chest.

“You asked what we’re gonna do.”

“Didn’t you say exploring some house last night?” Rio frowns, trying to remember.

Khadijah’s little smile to herself seems wicked but as soon as it appeared it vanished while she wiggled a bit on the bed, “that’s tonight’s adventure after dinner. We have at least a few hours before then to do something else so…pick one, anyone.”

The two options were: Château des Milandes OR Canoeing on the Brantôme.

Rio doesn’t wipe the frown off his brows but holds out his thumb and pointer finger while Khadijah holds onto the deck of two pieces. The tatted man makes a show of taking his time debating, just to irritate Khadijah for a little until he smiles picking the paper to the left.

And the winner is…

“Great choice! Now get your butt up and let’s shower, they’ve been open since 9 this morning.”

Chateau des Milandes!

Rio hums as he studies the paper, sipping at his coffee then replies, “can I enjoy my breakfast along with the view first?”

Khadijah dramatically sighs as she flops beside Rio, resting on her elbow to stare back at the ajar windows, “oh fine but I promise you, the one outside is much better.”

“personally I like the one right next to me.”

Khadijah flicks her head back to meet Rio’s brown eyes and she can’t help but to let a smile split over her lips, then puckering them for Rio to peck and lick his own smiling lips afterwards, “you think you’re so smooth.”

“I mean give a guy some credit. How else do you think I got you?” Rio chuckled while Khadijah just nodded her head from side to side mockingly.

“Just eat your food Christopher.”

It was Rio’s turn to mimic his wife.

“Aight, Khadijah.” He said over his shoulder, sitting on his knees and reaching over for the second tray of food.

Chateau Des Milandes was a sight to see and was a wonderful experience. Ugh!!! here Khadijah was sounding like her very emotional Granny Mozella but she never took moments like these with Rio for granted. On the outside it may seem like Rio was only street smart since that’s what he preferred yet he didn’t mind listening in on historical facts from time to time and no he wasn’t really into podcasts—unless it was true crime content—but no one could ever say he wasn’t open to learning new material and translating it into his own life.

He was good at finding purpose in anything.

He also liked draping his arm across Khadijah’s shoulders as they took the tour around the home that used to be owned by the successful Josephine Baker. That was more interesting to Khadijah than the Lords that lived it way before Ms. Baker but nonetheless they took it all in together including the architecture.

No one could deny that France had a way with its design and art.

They explored the garden, which led to a picnic and wine for dinner with the French sunset as the perfect backdrop, then they ended their time at the Chateau with a bird experience, much to Rio’s surprise as Khadijah winked and placed a kiss on the tattoo on his neck, before clenching onto his arm for dear life once the various of birds—specifically the one that was very similar to the one on Rio’s skin started flying around.

Rio found amusement in that, even when they made it back to the rental car.

“If that big ass bird would have crapped on me, we would have been having a whole different type of bird for thanksgiving this year.” Khadijah continuously checked her outfit for any unfamiliar marks, the paranoia getting to her.

Rio couldn’t help but to throw his head back against the headrest laughing. “They’ve been trained, that wasn’t gonna happen. Plus it may just wanted a strand of your hair for warmth, huh? French winters can be brutal so I hear.”

The man went to curl a strand of his wife’s loose curl that framed her face who scoffed at him.

“You’re far from funny, Mr. Montoya.” Khadijah slapped his hand away to fix her pin curl updo in the drop down mirror.

Rio chuckled some more, watching her, “you’re right…I’m hilarious, Mrs. Montoya.”

“Im glad you had fun, baby. I can tell the bird part was your favorite,” Khadijah gave the man a playful side eye, “but now it’s time for my activity.”

Rio glanced at the watch on his wrist, “it’s going on seven…what else you trying to get into besides drinking more wine and eating cheese?”

“Whew! No more cheese for me.” Khadijah flicked the sun visor back up, “so…I have this other place to visit.”

Rio tapped on the GPS, “aight, what’s the address?”

“I don’t think the GPS will fully locate it…just to a certain point.”

Rio thought about this for a second and asked, “what? It’s some underground event or something?”

“Well sure, yeah. Kinda.” Khadijah shrugged her shoulders making Rio sigh and sit back with his hands clasped.

Khadijah was tapping away on her phone for a moment while Rio just studied her. When she realized the car wasn’t moving, Khadijah turned her attention back to Rio who was patiently waiting for her to come right on out with it.

“We’re not going anywhere until you give me the info I need. No shady shit allowed.”

Khadijah turned sideways to face Rio, “Okay so…there’s this house that we should see.”

“You said that already. But Why? To buy?”

“Hell no,” Khadijah was quick to say, further making Rio put his guard up as to what this whole adventure was even about, “I mean no…yeah no that’s exactly what I mean. It wouldn’t be for us to live…just to see.”

Rio pried, “what’s so special about it?”

“It has a colorful story.”

“Which is…?”

“The year was 1666–

“Nah,” Rio immediately said leaning forward to start the engine but Khadijah flew her hand out to stop Rio from switching the gears.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

Rio leans on the console to completely face Khadijah, “by the way you’re dragging this out let’s me know you’re about to tell me some bullshit, that you know I’m not about to let fly.”

“Can’t a bitch add some extra flavor to the tale?” Khadijah scrunches up her face, “Sheesh.”

“Stop playin’ with me, Dija.”

“So hostile,” Khadijah flicked her hair off her shoulder, “alright you want the synopsis? Got it. So this house is special because during the year of 1666 a woman named Blanche lived there with her father, mother, two siblings, and new husband. Allegedly she was later accused of poisoning her family and beheaded her husband after they all suspected she was a witch because of some rumors started at the hospital she volunteered at. Her sickly father was the one to put her down after his wife and other children slowly started to die one by one. They say Blanche still haunts the home and asks when and or if you visit, to leave a ribbon and tea bag’s on their front step as a offering and for her to rid any vengeance in your life.”

Rio caressed his facial hair in thought, “Question for you, mamas? Did that eagle peck at your brain when i wasn’t around or…”

Khadijah sucks her teeth, “it’s spooky season, asshole!”

“I know that,” Rio lifts his shoulders carelessly, “but you’re trying to get into some serious shit and I can tell you one thing: I’m not feelin’ it.”

“Are you scared?” Khadijah leaned into the center console ready to comfort him, “I never said we had to go inside the house. Just see it and leave something for Blanche.”

Rio didn’t miss how Khadijah started to trail her hands over him but he didn’t fold, “Her business ain’t ours.”

It was Khadijah’s turn to laugh now, “you’re definitely scared!”

“No I’m not.” Rio scowled, “I’m just saying you have to be careful what you expose yourself to. I told moms we’d bring her back a baby, not a witch that may latch onto your body.”

Khadijah frowns, “why would you think Blanche would latch onto mine and not yours?”

“Whoever! And I really can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re trying to mess with some spirits.”

Khadijah wasn’t trying to “‘mess with spirits,” she always respected the dead but this sounded better than visiting the catacombs to be honest.

So she challenged, “Hey! It’s something to do.”

“I can find plenty of other things we can get into.” Rio placed his chin into the palm of his hand, “We’re not about to be here much longer anyway.”

Khadijah sighs as she grabs Rio’s hand to place in her lap, “I’ll let you try out our new toy at the same time while you’re inside…”

Rio’s eyes begin to darken as they meet Khadijah’s much lighter ones. This was a promising bargain and this Khadijah knew as Rio trailed his own hand up her stomach, between her breasts, and to grip her chin.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Rio states as he presses their lips together and leads the way with his tongue dancing along hers.

It’s passionate and a little nasty just the way the married couple liked their kisses but brief enough that he leaves Khadijah panting on the passenger side. He smirks to himself, lifting up from the driver’s side to pull out his Glock 17 from his black jeans to rest on the dashboard.

“Put your seatbelt on,” Rio tells Khadijah who shortly follows through, “and not a word of this to my abuelita.”

Khadijah makes a cross my heart motion as Rio puts the car in drive.

The drive to this supposed haunted home was a good half hour north from where they were staying and the decline of the countryside was clear. There seemed to be no livelihood as the skies got even darker. Rio could sense to the left of him that Khadijah seemed to be at unease the deeper they got into the area.

He checks in, “How we doing?”

“Hm? Oh, there it is. Stop.”

Rio turns his attention back to the lack of road up ahead and notices that there’s a tunnel with no lighting. He steps on the breaks, witnessing to the left of the tunnel the narrow road carried upwards to what exactly? That he didn’t know. There was no homes or animals in sight on this drive since they started getting further away from the chateau.

“What’s this?”

“That’s the tunnel that leads to Blanche’s house.” Khadijah is sitting on the edge of the passenger seat now.

Rio tightens his hold on the steering wheel, eyes scanning the scenery with the help of the automatic headlights. If they went through that tunnel, which was surely to be just as narrow as the roads out here in the countryside he wasn’t positive they would make it back. His intuition  was telling him since the beginning that this didn’t feel right and being physically here was enough to confirm that for Rio.

Turning his eyes into slits towards the right of the tunnel, Rio can see a decaying headstone with a bunch of colorful ribbons tossed around and possibly some rocks that were most likely teabags scattered below it.

“This is what you came for,” Rio says keeping his eyes on the road.

“Oui-Oui.” Khadijah says suddenly halfhearted and any other time Rio would have laughed but the expression on her face made him aware that the tension was also felt by her as well.

Rio steps on the gas, driving full speed towards the tunnel but stops just at edge, parallel to the headstone, making Khadijah grip the dashboard at the abruptness.

“Get going, sweetheart.” Rio tells Khadijah with a lift of his chin.

Khadijah swallows, prying her eyes away from the tunnel then to the headstone and back to her husband. “W-what? You’re not coming with me?”

“I never said I was going in there. I have sense.” Rio tapped at his temple.

Khadijah glares, “wow. So here’s to trying new things was just another one of your lies then huh?”

“Another? Don’t go there, I’m not doing that with you this evening. You brought this terrible idea to me and I brought you here so go head, show me you’re the one who isn’t scared.” Rio’s hardened stare was now on the fuming woman.

Khadijah didn’t know what the fuck Rio’s problem was and why he thought this energy was okay? Khadijah didn’t like Rio’s tone so she snatched her baguette bag from beside her feet and went to push on the door but remained right inside.

“Are you serious?!”

Rio made a U-Turn and began driving back in the direction they came, “are you forreal thinking I’m about to have our asses messing around with the actual dead? Let alone your indecisive ass? And we don’t even have the full context?”

“I mean…do you not have bodies? You don’t see me questioning you about them.” Khadijah muttered.

Rio snapped his eyes to his wife, “two completely different things and you know that.”

It really wasn’t but okay, if Rio hated her riding the fence then let’s see if he hated it now.

“Whatever.” Khadijah slouched against the seat, “You just wasted our time, like why entertain the fact that you were with it if you’re just gonna try to clown me?”

“I wasn’t letting you do that and you should have known that.” Rio clenched his jaw, “I would never willingly put you in harm’s way and that’s exactly what you were signing up for.”

Khadijah knows Rio wouldn’t and if she wanted to be petty she could but she just mumbles, “You just ruined spooky season in France like?”

“Better throw that ribbon and teabags out the window and get glad. Who knows what would have happened if we went down that dark ass tunnel with only the Glock against a whole spirit mind you, that we don’t even know if she’s still vengeful or not.”

“I mean you make valid arguments…and I don’t even know if the house is still standing. The last update online was from 2021 so I guess I can’t be too pressed about it.” Khadijah explains as she starts to search through her bag, “but you can’t say I was indecisive this time, yet you locked me in here like I’m a child.”

Rio deeply exhales, rubbing at his face in slight aggravation, “yeah we gotta get back to Detroit and quick. I think you need to go back to work and continue spreading peaceful energy at that non-profit instead whatever this is.”

“What?” Khadijah sucked her teeth, “Trying to be on theme?”

“We could easily rent a movie at the spot and call it a day.”

“I wanna be one with nature!”

“As soon as we get far away from Blanche’s murder site, I’ll take the locks off so you can touch some grass.”

“Ohhhh, I cannot stand you!” Khadijah scowled followed by some laughter before ghosting her fingers over the window button, “is this going to work for me or am I still being held hostage?”

Rio just hums to himself, glancing in the rear view spotting a blur of white in the distance along with something that wasn’t tumbleweed rolling right by their feet.

Khadijah doesn’t notice as she cracks the window to toss a pink ribbon and a teabag out on the dirt road.

And when she looks in the rearview, she doesn’t see anything unusual or creepy. So she rolls her window back up and presses her elbow into the arm of the door, resting her cheek along her fingers, watching the night scenery whip by her highlighter eyes.

Soon Rio’s hand reaches for the Glock to rest in the cup holders before sneaking his hand over to bring Khadijah’s hand up to his lips. He knew she was a little sour with him over this and probably a bunch of other built up issues but Khadijah always tried to make the best of it.

Rio was trying to get better at validating her feelings but this shit right here was not it and Khadijah knew that inside. Which is why he had a more safer route up his sleeve to spend the day with Khadijah tomorrow since celebrating Halloween was apparently too american for the French. So he did the best that he could choosing a theme park that would be “on theme” for Khadijah’s spooky cravings.

That would be his gift to her and routine of keeping her best interest at heart, even if she didn’t fully want to see it that way sometimes…

Ah, she’ll be aight.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆 𒅒𒈔

Continue along with my October anthology prompts here.

[joedirtymadre]

Cocky - Part 1

SABO X READY! FLUFF! (PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!)

You were practicing Fish-man Karate with Hack. You were lucky enough to learn, as Hack wasn’t too sure if you would get the hang of it. “I don’t know why you didn’t choose to learn the Dragon Claw Fist,” Sabo sighed as he watched you two.

“It looks interesting, plus your fighting style doesn’t really suit me,” you explained. “Ah…” Sabo sulked. “Oh come on, we all know you just want some alone time with (Y/N)~” Koala cooed. “H-Huh!?” Sabo asked. “Why else would you beg her to learn the Dragon Claw Fist,” she laughed. “Cause it’s a good technique!” He defended. “Sure~ Sure~” Koala shrugged, as she walked away.

“Well that’s enough for today,” Hack said. “Alright, thank you again for teaching me Hack,” you smiled. “If I were you I’d go pay some attention to your pal over there,” Hack said softly as he patted my shoulder. “Huh?” You questioned and looked over to a bummed Sabo. You rolled your eyes and walked over.

You took a seat next to him, “Hi Sabo,” you smiled. “Hi (Y/N)…” he said softly. “So what’s that one move you do? Where your hand looks like a scary dragon’s claw,” you asked as you shaped your hand like a claw. “You really wanna know?” He asked, with sparkling eyes. “Yeah,” you laughed. “Well it’s like this,” he said as he carefully grabbed your hand and fixed the form.

You looked up and realized how close he was… “So then you keep your hand like this. Hey, are you listenin-“ Sabo cut himself off as he looked up and realized how close he was. He immediately backed away, his face turning into a tomato. “S-Sorry! Didn’t realize how close I got…” he stumbled. “It’s f-fine…” you said as you felt your cheeks heat up.

It’s not like you’ve never thought Sabo was handsome, but you never really considered any relationships once you’ve joined the revolutionary army. But now… you’re feeling your heart race a little. “Hey (Y/N)? (Y/N)!” He said as he waved a hand in front of your face. You were snapped out of your thoughts, “O-Oh, sorry about that. I was just thinking of something,” you explained.

“Were you thinking about how handsome I am?” Sabo said, cockily. “In your dreams,” you rolled your eyes and stood up. “Hey! Where are you going?” He asked as he followed you. “To grab something to eat, wanna join me?” You asked as you turned around. “Ooh! Asking me on a date now, are we?” Sabo asked, raising one of his brows. “Nevermind…” you sighed. “No! No, I’ll come,” he said as he ran after you.

You smiled as he reached you. You looked over secretly and watched how cool he was trying to look. He had his hands in his pockets and his head held high. “See something you like?” He asked, as he looked over to you. “Just noticed how you're about to trip over a rock,” you pointed out. “A ro-!” He cut himself off as he did trip over a medium sized rock. You walked over and knelt down beside him. “I told you, should’ve listened to me,” you giggled as you noticed his face turn red from embarrassment.

“Awe, are you blushing? Must be because I’m here,” you said, deciding to join in on the jokes. “You’re right,” he said smoothly, making you disheveled. “H-Huh?” You stuttered, as you felt your cheeks heat up again. He slowly sat up and faced you, “You’re right, I can’t keep my cool around you,” he frowned. “Haha, nice jok-“ he interrupted you. “I’m not kidding, whenever you’re around I don’t act like myself…” he said slowly.

“Y-You’re just messing with me…” you blushed. “I’m not,” Sabo said as he carefully, but quickly grabbed my hand. You felt your face explode, “Look who’s blushing now, probably cause I’m here, right?” he smirked. “So you are messing with me!” You huffed as you used your free hand to smack his head. “Ow!” He said. You quickly stood up and marched off to the cafeteria. “Wait! (Y/N)!” You heard Sabo call out, but you were too steamed up and a little embarrassed. So you continued your stomping to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. “Stupid Sabo, and his stupid cute face,” you muttered.

Sabo’s POV

“(Y/NNN)…” I whined as I watched her stomp away. “You messed up, huh?” Koala asked, popping out of nowhere. “Yeah…” I said, tearfully. “Idiot,” Koala sighed. “Yeah, I know…” I pouted. “But I’ll get her one day, she’ll eventually fall for me,” I said, quickly regaining composure. “That cocky attitude is what made you mess up in the first place,” Koala pointed out. “What can I say, it’s part of my charm,” I smirked and headed off to find (Y/N).

[winternet-s]

𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 - g.satoru

summary : in which [name] is the cupid of her after helping tons of students with their relationships or crushes, satoru included - but who could fool cupid in terms of romance ?

genre : fluff - comedy.

wc : 1.97k

notes :fem!reader - not proofread - inspired by that cupid girlie from monster high - more comedic than fluff but still have cute moments.

───── Waking up at last for the day that awaited her with open arms, [name] sat staring into space for another two minutes before getting up and heading for the bathroom. There was little energy in her body, but what little energy she did have was for the advice she would be giving today. 

The [skin color] was known for her advice when it came to romance - all of which had worked for those who asked. This led her to create a club at her high school to help anyone in need. Fixing her hair and primping, the teenager immediately put on her uniform before setting off for the station, headset on, walking with confidence. 

Her ears didn't capture the sounds of her surroundings, her body certainly did. A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and with a start [name] turned around, mouth and eyes wide open. Shoko, a short-haired brunette who certainly looked tired, but was nonetheless pretty, had a mocking smile on her face.  “There’s a reason why I’m wearing my headphones.” grumbled the [hair texture] while glaring down at the brunette.

“Sure, but I’m your best friend.” Shoko replied, reaching into her pockets and pulling out a cigarette and lighter as her friend looked on in disgust. [name] always thought of bringing her a pack of chewing gum because of her unbearable breath when she smoked. 

“I will never understand how you can put that thing in your mouth so early in the morning and not this,” exclaimed the exasperated teenager as she pulled out a packet of cake from her handbag and shared it with her friend, who gladly accepted. "Maybe your breath will be warmer!" she laughed under her friend's pout. Who teasingly nudged her.

“Smoke on the side, spill me the drama.” Shoko asked curiously, so the two of them walked in step with each other in the direction of the station, [name] telling her about the anonymous people who had sent her messages.

"Are you serious? What's going on in guys' heads?" 

“And it’s not finished, now her sister is pregnant.”

A little later, they finally arrived at their high school, continuing their journey together as they chatted. A little further on, two young men approached them - Getou Suguru. The black-haired man had long hair that had taken the time to be tied up in a low bun, with a lock on the right side of his face that kissed his face perfectly. His uncluttered face showed off his intimidating cat-like eyes, then his unstuck ears decorated with earrings. He was walking alongside his best friend Satoru. 

A very tall young man with a slim build, his pale complexion and the white hair crowning his head made his eyes stand out. They were such an intense blue that they sometimes terrified the young girl, but she eventually got used to them. 

“So, how do you plan to ask her out?” The black-haired man asked his friend while waving to the girls. 

Once reunited, the group began chatting together as they walked to their first class, which happened to be gym sports education. Walking alongside Satoru on her right, the teenager could feel his gaze on her form causing her to turn. Her eyes now connected with his, she frowned in confusion. 

"Do you need anything?" she began softly under the young man's doubtful gaze - "Because your eyes are a bit scary- I mean intimidating!" She corrected herself when she received a nudge from Shoko.

Rubbing her ribs, she couldn't see the half-amused and half-saddened look on his face. The [skin color] was known for her great help in terms of romance, but also for her great frankness. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and this scene didn't escape Suguru's notice, who snickered while shaking his head.

"You find my eyes frightening [name]?! I think me, Gojo Satoru has finally unlocked an insecurity. ." And lo and behold, his boyish personality reappeared in the blink of an eye.

"To be honest, yes doesn't stop them from being beautiful. Just scary."

"I really like the end of your sentence minus the first part!" 

"Seen like that, [name] is right." Shoko declared, much to the delight of her tall friend, who wrapped her arm around the brunette's arm. Arm in arm. The foursome headed for the gymnasium with a beautiful atmosphere surrounding them. 

End of class, [name] emerged without her friend, who happened to be in a different class to her, and walked slowly, mirror in hand, rearranging her make-up. Eyes riveted on her mirror, a figure she knew only too well stood behind her. 

“Oh ! Sato-” 

Cut off in his sentence by the latter's dramatic act of grabbing him by the shoulders. "I need your Cupid skills," he declared.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Murmur from the students, all grouped in a duo ready to get a good mark for this practical physics assignment - [name] and Satoru together. Concentrating both on their work and on the white-haired girl's heart problems, the young woman wasn't quite sure where she stood.

"Pass me that, and so a spontaneous girl with confidence eh..." 

Instrument in hand, she picked up the white powder and placed it on a watch glass, concentrating on the scale - her duo noting the number on their sheet of paper, eager to know what advice they would receive from her. 

"I see, well, you might as well start by getting to know her a little better than that. Ask her out on a few rather simple dates..." Dragging on her words, the young girl analyzed the sheet on which the calculations were made.

"If you're as attentive in class as you are with her it would be miraculous, look at that it's all wrong." Giving a sulky pout in an attempt to soften the threatening look his classmate was giving him, the youngster looked away with a puffed cheek. "Anyway, thanks for your advice [name]!"

He stood up suddenly, taking her in his hands and rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, but received a pinch in the ribs. "If there's one thing I hate, it's having my hair undone, write that down in your skull!" cried the [hair color] but in a low voice, amused the teenager could only chuckle. 

"Noted!"

Satoru waved to [name] as she left the classroom, and found Shoko waiting for him against a wall in the corridor, playing with her cigarette box. She rushed over to her friend and took her by the arm, telling her everything from A to Z. It had already been a while since Shoko and the head [hair texture] had noticed the attraction he had for her. 

“How do you plan to deal with him ? We’re talking about Gojo Satoru.”

“Well he’s not that annoying when he wants to actually, he was, well, a tiny bit helpful today with the assignment. Plus, does my hair look okay ?” 

Cupid asked in a panic while stroking the top of his head - his friend, showed him a thumbs up - "Top as usual, anything left to eat?" The brunette asked under [name]'s exasperated gaze.

"Here, I've got either chocolate muffins, paprika potato chips or chicken and raw vegetable wraps left."

"Muffins it is."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The next day arrived, and the teenager found herself in the middle of a discussion with a friend of hers, barely aware of the presence of the young man, who seemed to be nervous. Most of Satoru's evening was spent catching up with her brunette friend. The young man was not very good in the kitchen, but he did try to do a few things for her. 

"Right now she's got this weird obsession with hello kitty dim sum." He recalled the messages, took a deep breath before striding towards the head [hair texture]. Sensing a presence behind her, as well as the embarrassed expression their comrade wore, she guessed. 

"Gojo Satoru, to what do we owe your presence that put an end to our discussion?"She asked without curiosity, gesturing between herself and the girl. 

The atmosphere surrounding the two was highly comical in the eyes of the girl, who observed the scene with a small smile on her lips. She stood up, not forgetting to greet [name] and Satoru.

"You made her leave... . Her case was important too." 

Sighing as she crossed her arms, [name] glared at him as he sat down beside her. Being himself, the young man brought his head close to hers with a smile before exclaiming - full of joy - "Tadam!" - Blinking like an owl, she now faced him with a plate of Hello Kitty dim sum.

"I made them myself! And I bought us slices of strawberry tartlet!" 

". . . I've been wanting to eat them for a while," Satoru then passed her a pair of chopsticks which she accepted, first bite and she couldn't lie, "it's really good Satoru, surprisingly." 

"You're so mean [name]!" 

"Shut up and eat it before it gets cold." She took a piece from the dish and held it out in front of her mouth, taken aback Satoru stopped in his act and felt his face burn. His embarrassment showed, but [name] said nothing, admiring the smile on her face, his cheeks puffing out like a squirrel, as he ate with pleasure at being in her company.

"Wait, but that's an indirect kiss." He suddenly stopped chewing, looking at the girl with wide eyes.

"I mean, if you want something concrete between us, you shouldn't get excited about this kind of thing." The girl pinched his plump cheek. At her words, he looked at her even more astonished than he had been after the meal, he wanted to ask her out to the movies. Somehow he felt reassured, reassured to know it was mutual.

"I knew you'd fall under my spell." 

"If you keep looking at me with your eyes I'll end up leaving too." 

A moment of silence passed before he opened his mouth again - "How long have you known and how did you know it was you?" He swiveled his head to the side watching his crush eat his dessert - "I'm the high school cupid my dear, there are signs that don't deceive and then the dim sum proved my point. Only Shoko knew."

“I see, so um. . Are you free this Saturday? There's this movie out from Fibli Studio !” 

Nervousness set in, but that didn't stop the girl from accepting. A breath of relief escaped her mouth, then a laugh irritated her ears, which turned red, and Suguru and Shoko were present in their classroom, all smiles. The black-haired boy couldn't help teasing the white-haired.

"Who'd have thought you'd be nervous about this sort of thing."

"Coming from the guy who makes girls run and not after him."

"Look at those two," the brunette rolled her eyes at the interaction of the two best friends, who began to argue to the accustomed eyes of some of the students-" Otherwise you, frankly do you think you could get away with it?" She asked again to reassure herself that Satoru wasn't necessarily the best boyfriend material, but in [name]'s eyes he'd proved his worth.

"If he can keep me away from your smoking breath I'm sure." She immediately had her cheeks pinched by the brunette, energy. Her cheeks stretched the [skin color] tried to speak with the best of her ability - “I have gubs in my bug.” She added before being free from her friend’s friend thanks to Gojo.

“Two more points, Satoru, you can come by 4:45 pm tomorrow.” 

She said, rubbing her cheeks under the gloomy gaze of Shoko who held out her hand, she immediately handed him a chewing gum - "I note, see you Saturday!"-She waved her hand while leaving behind a happy teenager ready to tell his best friend about the joy he felt.

ᝰ.ᐟ winnie's note : oh hii everybody first of all thank you for reading this - it took me three days to finish it because of how busy i'm but i'm so glad it is finished ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ plus i loved the bond between shoko and reader so much hahahaha it was the funniest part (hopefully nobody was offended it was not my intention !) but yeah please like & re-blog it would help me plus i would love to read your comments too ! see ya ૮ • ﻌ - ა.

[puppie-b0y]

Stepbro!Charlie Walker

A/N- As a wise man once said- "OH MY DAYS, DONT CHAT TO ME❌️❌️❌️" Bro I've been thinking about this all fucking day and I need to write it out into the world. Is this what you came to my account for? Probably not, but it's what you're gonna get✨️🤭😍

WARNINGS - Stepcest, perv!Charlie, Stepbrother!Charlie, somnophilia, knives, dub con, throatfucking, possesiveness, throatpie, dacryphilia, knife kink if you squint, mentions of breeding at the end and overall just him being a gross loser...

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who wasn't all that thrilled to meet you when his dad announces that him, his girlfriend, you and Charlie were to have dinner together so his son could meet the woman he'd been seeing and her daughter

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who immediately had his eyes on you as soon as you walked into the restaurant. Jesus, she's fucking gorgeous He thought. As his dad waves you and your mother over to the table, his stomach drops.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who was obsessed with you from the start. The way you were quiet and awkward the first couple of times you had met. The way you always wore cute skirts and low-cut tops. Even when you were just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the jeans hugged your hips so perfectly, the shirt oversized and baggy, making him wonder how big one of his shirts would be on you.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who makes it his mission to get close to you and earn your trust just so he can finally feel you against him. "I'm a hugger" was his excuse. But in the back of his mind, he knows he only does it to feel your tits pressed up against his chest and your arms tangled around his neck.

-Stepbro!Charlie Walker, who starts acting really weird once you guys get closer. Always so possessive when you start talking about your friend a little too politely. He's just protective of his stepsister, what else can you say? Although, it does get a bit weirder when he starts calling you his one day...

-Stepbro!Charlie, who rolls his eyes at whatever new date you're talking about and pushes you against a wall, grabbing your face harshly in his hand, making you look at him. "Your fucking mine, okay? Hey, don't look away. Look at me. You're mine. You don't need those other people, okay?" His voice whiny, but strikingly scary.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who knows you've been avoiding him ever since that little incident. Always making plans or taking extra shifts at work just so you didn't have to be at home with him. Of course, he couldn't stand that. He had to fix it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who walks past you in the hallway, the two of you home alone. He notices you trying not to make eye contact and ignore him and he fucking hates it.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who pushes you against the wall once again, yelling at you, his voice still desperate, and yet still all the more frightening. "Is this because of what I said last week?" You can try to push him off of you, but he'll just pin your hands to the wall by your wrists and put his knee between your legs. "Just because you stop talking to me doesn't mean I don't stay updated on you." He smiles dont at you, his eyes softening."You haven't said anything to mom or dad about any more dates. Every time you go out, it's for work or a 'personal shopping trip.' You know you're mine."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who teases you when he gets the chance. You're wearing a skirt? Oh, you can bet on him bending you over the kitchen counter, grabbing the edge of your panties and snapping them against your ass, chuckling as you let out a little yelp. You aren't wearing a bra? He's lifting up your shirt and pinching your nipples, occasionally sucking on then for a short amount of time before he hears someone walking into the room.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who sets up cameras in your room, watching you when you don't even know it. Seeing you watch the horror movies he recommended to you, seeing you talk to your friend about how "Ghostface is definitely some hot, good-looking guy" and "Pretty people are always the most fucked up and weird", seeing you touch yourself while you watch hard-core, perverted porn. Fuck, what would you say if you knew? You'd probably be so fucking embarrassed.. so fucking adorable. And that's why he now needs you to know.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who waits for your guys' parents to leave for a date, excited for when they're gone. Five minutes after you hear the front door close, you get out of the shower, walking out of the bathroom and to your room naked, thinking you were alone. He sneaks into your room shortly after you and sees you facing away from the door, trying to pick out clothes. You bend over to look the your bottom dresser drawer and he sees just how pretty you pussy looks. He needs to fuck you. Now.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who, despite knowing how gross and wrong it is, puts on his Ghostface costume one night, planning to use you. He sneaks into your room once again while you're asleep and puts his hand over your mouth, a knife at your throat. "If you make a sound, I'll fucking kill you. God, you're just too pretty, huh?" He moves his hand from over your mouth and moves the black robes a bit, his bare cock now showing. "Here, I'll help you stay quiet." While positioning his tip at your lips. A few tears run down your cheeks. And you know what this gross, perverted fucker does? He wipes your tears with cock and forces your mouth open with his thumb. "Shhh, don't cry, it's okay, put my cock in your mouth and it'll be over soon, alright?" Slowly thrusting himself halfway into your mouth.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who watches you reluctantly suck on the tip for a few seconds before moving your head up so his cock went down your throat. It honestly shocked him. You had a knife pressing at your throat and a serial killer who broke into your home asking you to suck him off and you quickly obeyed. Just like that. His stepsister was that much of a slut. And God, was she fucking good at it. Taking his whole length down her throat, sometimes holding it there for quite a long time, closing her eyes. He wanted to take this chance. He finally had the chance to take off the mask and wait for you to open your eyes and look up at him once again, only to see that it was your stepbrother the whole time.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who isn't a fucking pussy. Throwing the knife down on your bed, along with the mask. ...okay maybe he was a bit of a pussy. He debates putting it back on and hurrying this up, realizing it might not be the best idea. But before he can decide anything, you look up at him, still deepthroating his cock and he sees your eyes widen and you gag a bit, pulling off and breathing heavily. He covers your mouth again "If- If you scream, I- I'll tell mom and dad all the weird stuff you've let me do to these past couple of months, I'll tell your friends." He slowly moves his hand away, praying you accept this. "Please, just let me keep going."

-Stepbro!Charlie, who is absolutely terrified right now. If you scream, he'd have to kill you, but if you didn't... if you let this happen, you'd be just as gross, just as sick and perverted as he is. ...but I guess we already kinda knew that, didn't we? As you take his cock in your hand and kiss the tip, you hear something you never thought you'd hear. He fucking whimpers.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who ends up getting too needy, grabbing your hair and very roughly gently fucking your mouth. Whining and and throwing his head back, closing his eyes as he feels his cock twitch. You moan at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat and that sends him over the edge.

-Stepbro!Charlie, who slams into your throat one last time, thrusting deeper than he ever has before and cums down your throat, not paying any attention his the way you're gagging around him and aggressively gripping his thigh and your sheets, eyes watering.

-Stepbro!Charlie who decides you had enough and laughs as he cleans himself up, leaning down to kiss you and speaking softly "Good girl, just remember, don't tell mom or dad or I'll have to hurt you, okay?" Leaving you in your bed, confused, tired, and wet.

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-Stepbro!Charlie, who decides that wasn't enough and he needs to breed you :)

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Friday Flowers

Nanami Kento x You

Your eyes widened at the bouquet that sat on your desk. You looked for a card.

‘Have a beautiful day.’

You pouted. There wasn’t a name signed on it.

The door slammed opened and Gojo appeared inside the room.

“Cute flowers!” he exclaimed excitedly. He looked at the bouquet of daisies and wildflowers. “Who got them for you?”

“I don’t know,” you answered. “There’s a card but no name.”

“Oh! Let me see!” Gojo made a face. “I don’t know the handwriting. But who’ll give you flowers?”

“What are you trying to say, Gojo-san?!” you yelled. Gojo put his hands up in defense.

“That’s not what I meant!!” You crossed you arms. You expression softened at the sight of the flowers.

“I’m gonna find a vase for these,” you said happily. Gojo lightly chuckled. He stared at the card.

“One of the students?” He thought of the male students that would give you flowers. “Megumi? Yuji? What about teachers? Nanami? Nahhhh. Oh. What brings you here?” Outside the door was Nanami holding two cups.

“I promised her coffee,” Nanami answered. “She took my mission last night.”

“Forever avoiding overtime. You let a woman take your mission at night?” Gojo questioned. Nanami fixed his glasses and walked inside, avoiding his question. You quickly walked back inside. A bright smile appeared on your face.

“Nanami-kun!” you called happily. “Thank you for the coffee!” You placed the water filled vase on your desk. Nanami pushed his glasses up again.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for taking my mission. I hope it wasn’t too much,” he said softly. You shook your head.

“It wasn’t so bad, Nanami-kun.” Nanami nodded and turned around.

“I’ll take my leave now then,” he said and left the room. Gojo, who watched everything, ran to you.

“I didn’t know you two were close,” he said quietly.

“It was my first time calling him that,” you said. “But he didn’t tell me not to so…” Gojo smiled widely.

“I want to partake in this flower thing,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“I wanna catch the culprit.”

“Don’t do that! What if I don’t get flowers anymore?”

“Psh, you’ll get more than flowers my friend.”

However, with frequent missions, neither of them had the time to see who placed the flowers on your desk. For the past two months, you would find a fresh bouquet of flowers placed on your desk every Friday morning. Every bouquet had a card to tell her to have a beautiful day or compliments on how wonderful she is.

“Oh! Nanami-kun!” you called as you were walking out of the campus. Nanami turned around, patiently waiting for you to catch-up. “On your way home?” Nanami nodded.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” you asked. You caught his ears turn pink. You tilted your head slightly to the side. Nanami fixed his glasses before responding.

“Yeah. Where are we going?” The two of you walked side by side.

“I’m craving sushi,” you answered. “Are you okay with sushi?”

“I’m good with anything you want.” He opened the door to the restaurant for you. Once they were assigned to their seats, Nanami pulled a chair out for you. His actions made you smile.

“You know what’s interesting. Every Friday, there’s always a bouquet of flowers on my desk,” you mentioned.

“How do you feel about it?” he asked curiously.

“I love it! It’s a sweet gesture, Nanami-kun. The notes make my day. I just wish I knew who it was,” you said with a pout.

“Did you have a favorite bouquet?” You pondered for a moment as you took a sip of your tea.

“The lilies and the roses,” you answered. “I really enjoy the orange colored lilies. They’re so beautiful! And with the red roses. It’s like the sunset and I love the sunset.” It was quick, but you caught the smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I like your smile, Nanami-kun. Makes your face look soft.”

“Do I look scary when I don’t?”

“Too serious.” Again, he smiled. Nanami took a sip of his tea.

“Do you know your plans for tomorrow?”

“Mmmmm, admire my flowers and written card,” she answered. “And find out who sends them to me.”

“Work wise?”

“I think I’m gonna train with Maki and Nobara. You want to train with us? I promised them around 6 though. I know you don’t like working past that time.”

“I can make an exception,” he said quietly.

“Okay! So I bought some training weapons to use. Kugisaki has a lot of potential and I need her to reach it. She gets over confident and I need her to stop that at certain situations. Also—“ You continued on and on about your idea of the girls’ training. Nanami was impressed. He wondered if you had it planned out or if you were just thinking about it on the spot as you spoke about it. Three years of you working at the high school and he feels lucky that he can finally have a meal with you.

“Nanami-kun, I’ll pay for our meal,” you mentioned as you pulled your wallet out. He shook his head and took the bill. He quickly put his card in and gave it to the waiter.

“Buy me coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Do you have a preference?”

“Just black.”

The next morning, you arrived at the school early. You had a hard time falling asleep last night and despite the lack of sleep, you got excited to meet with Nanami this morning. With the bouquets and notes that were sent to you weekly, dinner with Nanami topped it. You decided to ask him for dinner since he was there. You braced yourself for rejection, but him accepting your invite made you ecstatic.

The closer you were at the classroom, the more noises you heard. You decided to be quiet yet quick so the culprit wouldn’t hide nor run away. To your surprise, you saw Nanami. Placing a bouquet of flowers on your desk.

“N-Nanami-kun.” Nanami blushed and he pushed his glasses up to fix it due to the embarrassment in getting caught.

“I-I um…” he was lost for words. He didn’t think you would arrive early. Out of your three years here, you never arrived early. You were basically the opposite of Nanami. You could careless if you were late.

“W-Wait, so you bought me this?” You asked. You walked closer to him and the flowers. You placed the two coffee cups down and smiled at the orange lilies and red roses.

“You said those were your favorites out of the bunch,” he said. You pulled the card out and read it. You felt your heart stop and your face heat up.

‘Let’s have our first date after training.

Kento.’

You looked at Nanami who refused to meet your gaze. All you could do was hug him tightly.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!” Nanami felt relief leave his body. He hugged you back and you were melting in his arms. Nanami first pulled away and held your hand.

“Let’s go grab a bite to eat to start our day.”