#the instructor is marking the last one so I'll find out how I did next week

[hewhobreathesfire]

keyboard timings went so much better this week, I'm NOT a loser with only 36 wpm

[dreamsteddie]

Stretch Zone

I was feeling inspired and wrote the first little bit of this Yoga Steve Steddie and Buckingham au I was playing with yesterday. Not sure if I'll continue with it, but I had some dialogue floating around in my head and wanted to let it out.

I'm not really experienced in writing dialogue so my apologies if it came out weird.

Part Two

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Steve thinks Robin is being ridiculous, but at the same time, he knows firsthand how far someone will go for a crush. Robin calls him a “loverboy” which, is not completely off the mark but feels unnecessary to point out right after Steve gets ghosted…again.

But that’s beside the point. The point being that Robin has been going off about how she cornered herself into going to an intermediate yoga class to try and woo the cute girl who sits in front of her in her mandatory Writing 212 class. Apparently, Robin got a full two minutes of conversation in with said girl, a real feat since Robin usually spends the whole class psyching herself up to talk to her and then chickens out and dashes out the door as soon as class lets out. During said conversation, Robin found out Chrissy is a yoga instructor at the rec off campus, which resulted in Robin blurting out that she’s been meaning to take up yoga again (she’s never been) and that she’ll stop by a class sometime.

Which leads to now.

“-and I’ve never done yoga! I’ve never even thought about yoga except for that one time my hippie aunt Jen came to stay with us for a week and took up the entire living room every morning to do her weird stretches-” breath “and you know how clumsy I am! I’m going completely fall on my face and the angel that is Chrissy Cunningham is going to know that I’m a failed jock with no coordination and she’ll never fall in love with me!” she finally stops, taking a big heaving breath.

Steve, used to these occasional Robin Buckley rants had been leaning against the breakfast bar letting her go on for the last three and a half minutes. Sometimes it’s just better to let her get it out first.

“You done?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m done,” she replies, flopping on the sofa behind her like all the wind has gone out of her sails. Steve hates to see her upset, but at the end of the day, it’s an easy fix.

“Sweet. So I’ll just go with you alright? And when you completely biff it and fall on your face I’ll just,” he steps away from the bar and mimes falling onto the couch next to her, ignoring her over-exaggerated oof, “fall even harder, or whatever. Make a whole scene of it.” Robin glares a little at the when, but ultimately can’t be upset when they both know it’s inevitable.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyes big and blue in a way that always makes Steve want to punch a wall. He doesn’t. Only did it once when they were both supremely drunk and feeling emotional, but he does wrap his arms around her narrow shoulders.

“Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll even find a cool yoga babe of my own to woo,” he says waggling his brows in a way that makes her scrunch up her nose.

“As if Harrington. I bet you’ll fall even more than me. You’re big jock muscles aren’t designed for flexibility,” she says with a faux pretentious accent.

“We’ll see about that, Buckley.”

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Steve, much to Robin’s chagrin, does not fall on his face. Well, he does once, but it’s only because he’s following through on his promise to crash out for her when she falls on her face. Which she does almost as soon as Chrissy gives the instruction to lift their left leg while in downward dog. Unfortunately, it only worked the first time. The second time Robin crashed down, Steve wasn’t in a safe position to fall with her. By the time he was, the moment had passed. Luckily it’s nearing the end of the class when it happens and Chrissy mercifully releases them to relax into a corpse pose which, if you asked Robin, was perfectly fitting given the situation.

Steve though.

Steve really enjoyed the class.

Robin was right when he said his usual exercise regime wasn’t necessarily focused on flexibility and balance, but he finds yoga challenging in a gentler way than basketball or swimming. By the end of the day, he’s signing up for the full 12-week course and talking to Chrissy about what kind of equipment he should invest in.

“The most important thing is the grip. Mine was really expensive but I use it for work so I wouldn’t get the same one unless you’re planning to use it every day. If you’re comfortable giving me your number, I can send you some links to more reasonably priced ones.” Wow, Steve gets why Robin likes her so much. She’s like a walking ray of sunshine. Part of him wonders if she’s hitting on him, but she seems like she genuinely wants to help, not take him on a date.

“Sure, yeah, that would be great. Let me just…” he pulls out his phone and unlocks it, handing it over to the girl in front of him. She puts in her name and number, which, is always good. Steve is so bad with names he wouldn’t want to spell it wrong and give Robin another reason to make fun of him. She hands it back and Steve is getting ready to say his goodbyes and go hunt down Robin, who fled as soon as the class went out, but Chrissy starts talking before he can.

“You came with Robin, right? Robin Buckley?” She blurts out, clearly nervous. “We’re in class together but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you!” It’s not that Steve thinks she’s lying, but there’s an undercut of something that makes him think Robin might not be alone in her pining.

“Yeah, we came in together.” He lets it hang, watching as her shoulders slump a little. “But we’re not dating or anything. I’m, uh, not really her type.” Her eyes go a little wide at his emphasis on type, perking up at the knowledge that Robin isn’t dating.

Oh yeah, he thinks, she’s got it just as bad.

[chuluoyi]

Hi Chu!!!!! OMG This AU looks so cute AHHH I regret not buying schips thenn 😭😭Backing Rosa against the sofa!?!?!??!? SIR ME NEXT-

OH and I got the Marius SSR too! The story is super cute you've got to read it soon! You're so right! If it were a 4 SSR event I would die...

Yeah!! Unholy blood is really a unique webtoon, and Father Michael 😭😭😭 I cried too it was so sad... I somehow always cry when I see the main character devastated...

The author's new work is called "Killer Peter"! I haven't heard of Apostle's creed tho...

HAHAHA Callisto's smirk 🤣 Is he your fave male lead?? I despise Derek with a burning passion... I started liking Reynold after a while, and my fave so far is Eclise 🥹🥹 Vinter is useless ngl like he's just there...

I already returned from Kuantan! It was so fun! The beaches were really beautiful, I wished Nanami could've seen it once 😭😭😭

You can do it Chu!! 💪🏻💪🏻 Jan is coming soonnnn!!!

Yeah! I'm studying in a "Polytechnic" instead of a Junior College. Polytechnics don't have uniforms, and we study things that relate more to our dream career! My extracurricular is actually SFX, but my instructor is a makeup artist so he teaches me beauty makeup too! Omg You're allowed to cut your skirt?? My secondary school would expell me if I did that... And what even- They mock girls with or without makeup??! What's their problem? It really isn't easy being a woman 😭😭 Somehow we're always wrong... So are we supposed to all be naturally pretty? [I think they would call naturally pretty girls slutty ngl] THEY'RE the problem, not girls bruh.

Omg I thought Yuri on Ice was like some anime that not many knew about 🫠🫠

YUH OMG FINALLY SOMEONE WHO KNOWSS!!! 🩵🩵🩵 Shin Hyesun is so talented! You should watch "Mr Queen" she's so funny in this kdrama 😆 I've watched Angel's last mission too! I love how she actually immerses herself in her roles like her acting is just perfect she's sooo natural

THE XMAS ONE 😭😭😭 That one is so brutal 😭😭😭😭 Your bf needs to be hollow purpled by Gojo-

I'll use the forum once my school starts in Jan!! For now I'll just chill 🫠

HUH 50?! THAT'S NUTS I thought 20 marks was bad 😭😭😭 How did you score in that 😭😭 Ooo was engineering interesting tho? Hahah! I'm doing banking and finance but I plan to switch courses to Accounting or something... I'm so done with crypto and stuff I'm not cut out for it...

Sorry babe I despise Econs with a burning passion 😭 I'm a math girlie ✨️✨️ I love Algebra HAHAH but I hate Trigo... Idk why we need to find X and Y... But if I'm somehow good at it, sure! Right? I can't remember anything from the nervous system... I remember being so done with it 💀💀 Omg the whole periodic table?!??!! That's crazy 😭 I was already happy with memorising the metallic table thingy...

YEAH- I think it's different tho! HAHHAHA Everyone would flock to Kuantan 😭😭😭 But Kuantan is pretty good on its own too!! There's always turtles there! If the timing is right, you'll even get to see the turtle eggs hatching and baby turtles too! The beaches are STUNNING

P.s Sorry I took so long to reply again 😭😭 I spent the past few days painting my house walls 🫠🫠🫠

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disco anonn!!🥹 sorry for taking my time to reply!

SIR ME NEXT is soooo relatable omg😭 aaargh i haven't got the time to read it comfortably yet but i will soon!! the illustration is legit sooo cute😭

ohh killer peter! okay, i'll add it to my reading list too next!! apostle's creed is quite good! but well, nothing measures up to unholy blood to me still...

AHAHAHHA honestly i hate him at first🫠 ugh but that's my cycle with cocky male lead. hate him -> get soft -> love him. it applies the same with callisto too argh i love his hair like i'm weak for men with that sort of hairstyle― but yes, i think he's still my pick and YOU'RE SO RIGHT FOR VINTER HAHAHAHA he's just there like 😭 sir, thank you but next

waaah i'm happy that you've returned safely!🥹 do you like beaches? i love it too but i can't swim so i can only wait from the sidelines :')

oh and nanami... have you seen the recent leaks?😭 gods, i'm sad all of a sudden while reading the latest chapter. i'm happy that he's mentioned after so long in the manga but...

ahh that's so interesting! like yes, the more focused it is, the better it'll help in your future endeavors🥹 well, "allowed" is not exactly... but i went and cut it because i just didn't like it🫠 it went past the knees and i felt like... a walking stick? i just hate the way it feels, so i make it shorter... to a bit above my knees🥹 my teacher once suspected i did cut it but then when i played the fool, she was just like "nah" and went on her way HAHAHAHAH

that's also what makes me so ??? like why are you little clowns like that you don't even know the first thing about beauty🫠 nah so true, the best we could do is to be on our ways, don't bother with them because they're not worth our time

I WATCHED IT!! omg that was one of the best kdrama all time to me like i can't stop laughing for each and every episode😭 shin hyesun is soooo funny and the king (kim... jung hyun? omg i forgot)'s face is also naturally funny as heck too even when he's staying quiet. they're the best crack pair ever i swear!🥹 but i just watched see you in my 19th life but sadly i think it's quite average... but i think it's because of the script and ahn bohyun's stiffness though...

i so agree i will hollow purple him― oh wait, have you seen the new gojo hollow purple figure!? it's sooo majestic i swear!

good luck!! holidays is coming soon let us rest before we tackle more new year shit :'))))

i... think i scored only about 30 out of 50 marks? i was sooo bad at economics and i think it's the power of my prayers that i was able to pass at all🫠 engineering is... interesting yes, but it's also making you scratch your head in confusion. like i met math and physics again there and it's more of technical things like machine and such (which i have 0 interest in) so most of the time i would sit in class and try not get caught being sleepy―

accounting is pretty useful in the working world!🥹 i think it's great should you decide to pursue that because anywhere we need accountants~ ah, tbh i'm afraid of trying crypto because well, for one, my luck isn't that great so...

SERIOUSLY how did you like algebra that was my natural enemy😭 but yeah if you're good at it, of course you'd like it!🥹 i was a total dummy so i hate it ahaahahah ooh i actually started out not hating biology but ever since my teacher got me to try this national competition, i realized how much i'm not cut out for that and even in the end i WO-ed🫠 periodic table isn't that hard when you compare it to biology though AHAHAHAH

omg really?! that's sooo cute! i definitely want to visit there now that you said it like that!🥹 baby turtles always get my heart soft like awww they're so smol and yet walking...

that's okay! oh and that's so fun that you're painting your walls by yourself?? like you can customize it and such too??

[flowercrown-bard]

Age was a strange thing for witchers.

Boys, men, elders - they all blended together into one big bunch of grumpy and serious witchers who had more responsibility shoved onto them than a single person should ever have to carry.

Curiously, no witcher ever got it in their head that it could also be the other way around and that, since age didn't matter much to them anyway, adult witchers should get the chance to catch up on the fun they had missed as children.

Dutifully, Jaskier took it upon himself to remind his witchers of that fact as often as he could.

"Eskel, you can't tell me that you seriously never went on a treasure hunt before!" he gaped, as Eskel only scratched his scars sheepishly and shrugged.

"Finding our way back to the keep after our instructors dropped us off in the woods doesn't count, I take it?"

Grinding his teeth, Jaskier shook his head.

How could anyone ever think it was alright to do something like that to literal children?

"It's settled then," he announced and spread his arms wide in a dramatic gesture, "I'll create a treasure hunt for you."

Jaskier didn't wait for Eskel to reply, he simply turned on his heels, scrambled for some paper and ink to write down riddles and come up with a route for the hunt.

Knowing that Jaskier was hellbent on making his witchers feel appreciated and actually experiencing it were two vastly different things.

Letters upon letters flowed from Jaskier's quill, each one a testament to his dedication, until eventually he held up the parchment triumphantly and wiggled it around a bit so the ink would dry faster.

"Might I present to you this map to the most wonderful of treasures?" Jaskier said with a flourish, as he handed the parchment to Eskel.

Not knowing how to respond, Eskel simply took it and read it over.

One did not become a witcher without learning how to track, follow clues or use their brain every once in a while and still, Eskel found himself stumped.

Partially, the riddles leading to the next stage of the hunt were wordplay and metaphors for places, but most of the riddles were different.

Quite frankly, Eskel struggled solving them quickly, because he got overwhelmed by emotion choking up and fighting down a sappy smile, when he read those riddles.

Riddles about the place where they had first met, about the food they had shared on their first day together, about Jaskier's favourite joke Eskel had ever told.

Still, Jaskier didn't show any sign of judging him for his reaction to those riddles.

Truly, if anything, he seemed to grow more and more excited as he followed Eskel, who was following the clues.

Unknown giddiness filled Eskel, as he slowly but surely got swept away by the joy of the game and sharing it with someone so close to him.

Vesemir himself couldn't have kept him engaged for such a long hunt, but with Jaskier by his side, it was no struggle at all to stay focused for so long.

When the sun was already decended low on the horizon, Eskel finally reached the end of the parchment and with it the last clue as to where the long sought out treasure would be.

"X marks the spot", he read intelligently, as he took one last step to stand directly above the mark that Jaskier had hastily scratched into the ground with his boot after instructing Eskel to look away, "and now, isn't there supposed to be a treasure here?"

"Yes there is," Jaskier said with a grin and got up on his tiptoes to kiss Eskel's cheek, "you're the greatest treasure I know."

Zestfully, Jaskier skipped a step back, his mind already coming up with more silly games he could show Eskel and Eskel was more than ready to let himself get pulled along as many times as his bard desired.

[chanfictions]

Hi! <3

I read ‘until dawn’ a few weeks ago and I really liked it!

I’ve been thinking about what to request. I find that it’s harder to find fluff fics🤔 Can I request a fluff fic about reader and Kakashi on a first or second date?😊 Like how did they meet/agree to go out and how would they interact? (Could be a bookstore date perhaps, picnic/restaurant, dancing date…🤗)

Fluff can be kinda hard to come by. This was a fun one. Enjoy!

Fireworks

Kakashi x Reader

2.5k

It's barely even a real date… why am I so damn nervous?

Staring yourself in the mirror as you indecisively modeled one seemingly inadequate outfit after another, that question played on repeat in your head. Your fellow instructor and close friend, Iruka Umino, had casually orchestrated this little date after a discussion that revealed your curiously numerous overlapping interests with the village's own Copy Ninja.

That fateful conversation echoed in your mind as a shy heat flooded your cheeks. Of course, you were excited about this little date with Kakashi Hatake, who wouldn't be? He was undeniably handsome under that mask, surprisingly kind, and not to mention a fellow dog person. He checked all of your boxes, but you just didn't know if you checked any of his. Sometimes seeming a bit distant and unreadably aloof, Kakashi wasn't exactly one to loudly exclaim his alignments or feelings about other people, unlike one of his unabashedly boisterous students. Surely, though, he wouldn't have agreed to go on this date if he wasn't at least a little bit interested in you, right?

Shaking your head to dispel your doubts and fix your hair, you straightened your shirt with one last glance in the mirror before grabbing your purse from its resting place on a table near the entrance of your apartment.

"Be good," you paused at the door to crouch down to give your faithful pooch's massive, greying head a loving smooch and a playful scratch before handing him a biscuit. "No eating the couch while I'm gone. I'll be back in a few hours."

Mochi answered with a muffled, "Bwoof," around his treat with a happy wag of his tail before trotting off to hopefully munch on his snack and not your furniture.

"I mean it, mister," you called over your shoulder with a giggle, watching him waddle off to go chow his prize in another room before closing the door behind you.

As you walked into the gleaming rays of the setting sun that kissed the surrounding rooftops with a soft, amber glow, you smiled and inhaled deeply. The scents of fried food and sweet candies wafted toward your apartment from the direction of the festival, drawing in the residents of the village one by one, yourself included. It was an annual celebration that marked the founding of the village, bringing with it themed games, snacks, and fireworks for all those in attendance. In particular, the children and their unfettered excitement over comical puppet shows attended in enthusiastic droves.

You loved this yearly tradition and had since you were a child. The memories of family and fun it evoked were dear to your heart, despite the twinge of sadness they brought with them. Like so many shinobi in the village, your parents perished on a mission when you were younger, leaving you with only dog-eared photographs and the foggy snapshots of precious events preserved in your mind. Your annual celebration with the village was a silent homage to those you so missed.

Putting those bittersweet thoughts aside, you made your way through the thickening crowd, slowing to bask in the joy of the squealing little monsters around you as they blitzed between the legs of adults at a speed that could only be attained by consuming absurd amounts of sugar. You couldn't help but to giggle at their sheer, unbridled excitement that the next puppet show was about to start. Had you not been slated to meet up with your date in the next fifteen minutes, you probably would have joined them. Instead, you perched yourself on the bench designated as your meeting spot with the illusive Copy Ninja, twirling your fingers through the strap of your purse to steady your nerves as you waited. Despite knowing Kakashi's reputation for tardiness, your chest twisted into knots as the long hand of your watch slowly ticked its way across the number that marked the start of your date. As the minutes slowly crept by, that aching sensation tangled around your heart began morphing into a self-deprecating internal monologue.

Maybe he never really wanted to meet up with me in the first place, you sighed, digging the toe of your shoe into the soft, gravelly dirt. He's everyone's type. I'm just probably just not his. What was I thinking?

After what felt like an eternity passed, and the puppet show ended, you had all but resigned yourself to believing that you had been stood up. Chewing your cheek, you scanned the crowd one last time, looking for the bright tuft of silver hair that you knew you probably wouldn't find. You nearly fell off of your bench in surprise when you felt a light tap on your shoulder and suddenly felt the presence of someone standing beside you.

"Sorry, I'm late…"

The rest of his excuse buzzed into the background, as you were so distracted by the completely uncovered face smiling apologetically at you that your brain ejected the rest of the words that left his exposed lips. Sure, you had seen Kakashi without his mask on a few rare occasions, but never in this context. Never in such an effortlessly attractive, casual manner. You were left dumbstruck and needing a moment to swallow the out of control train of nonsense that was tangled up in your throat.

"No worries. I was so caught up in the puppet show, I didn't even realize what time it was," you finally managed to choke out with a nervous laugh. That was a lie. A terribly delivered one, at that, but you didn't want to make him feel bad about it.

"Can I make it up to you with some dinner? One of my favorite restaurants set up a stand just down the road," he said, both offering the words and his jutted out elbow for you to take to walk there, should you agree.

"Dinner sounds great." The tension wrapped around your chest dissipated with surprising ease as you smiled and took his arm. You made your way through the crowd together, making small talk about the lights and games, laughing as one of his students barreled through the throngs of people, completely oblivious that his sensei was arm in arm with a date amongst the other faces in the crowd.

The line for Kakashi's favorite restaurant was surprisingly short, leaving you with little time to idly chat before your orders were taken. Despite your protests, Kakashi insisted on paying for your meal, citing his tardiness as something that needed to be atoned for before steering the conversation back to an earlier topic.

"Like herding kittens," Kakashi mused, explaining what it was like to work with the graduated students of the academy as you each took your carryout boxes and found an unoccupied seat on the stony ledge of a fountain. "Drunk kittens, at that."

You nearly snorted, stifling a laugh as you covered your mouth to avoid losing the bite of food you had just taken. "And I thought working with the little ones was rough," you said with your mouth still half covered and a smile pulling at your lips. "Though I never had Naruto in my class. Iruka got him that year."

"He's a handful, but the kid has a good heart," Kakashi hummed, still seeming on the lookout for the aforementioned bucket of trouble.

"I have one of those at home," you said offhandedly. As soon as those ill-considered words left your lips, you realized you'd made a bit of an error.

Kakashi paused, blinking at you. "You have...?"

"No, no, not a kid, I meant my dog," you hid your face behind your hands as you shook with embarrassed laughter and continued to babble an explanation. "Mochi, he's a handful and eats my couch when I'm gone for too long."

"Oh, what kind of dog?" Kakashi seemed to have dismissed your earlier misstep and was now keenly curious.

"Some kind of mastiff mix, I think. His paws are the size of dinner plates and he eats half of my paycheck every month, but I wouldn't trade him for the world," you smiled genuinely.

As Kakashi listened to you fawn about your canine companion's shenanigans, he couldn't help but to feel a strange sensation slowly warming his soul. The way you talked about your dog reminded him of how he felt about his own hounds. It was a unique bond that not everyone understood, but you seemed to with ease, even without your dog being ninken like his. "Do you have any pictures?"

Heat washed over your head as you sheepishly pulled out a little photo album from your purse. "I have… many," you admitted with a laugh.

Kakashi leaned over to peer at the images as you paged through them, lightly touching shoulders with you as you told the stories that led up to each moment being captured. He couldn't help but notice how you grew quiet and quickly flipped past an old, faded scene of a cute little family, including a girl no older than nine or ten, all standing together at what looked like the very fountain at which you sat. It was a painful reminder that the shinobi world was cruel, and so many in the village lost loved ones thanks to the seemingly endless wars waged between lands.

"He looks like he could be Bull's brother." Kakashi's cool, easy tone pulled your attention back to the present as he casually produced his wallet, flipping past a picture of his team of genin to display a group photo of his hounds and pointing to the large facsimile of your own drool monster at the center of the shot.

"Ahh, look at his squishy face!" you gushed with a girlish squeal.

Kakashi's eyes crinkled into the smiling crescents you were so used to seeing as he tucked his wallet back into his pocket. A chilly breeze swirled about your bodies, reminding you both that the sun had set and that the long-awaited fireworks display would begin soon. "Looks like the big show is about to start."

"Want to watch from the roof?"

Kakashi hummed in thought as he scanned the surrounding buildings before pointing at a particular spot. "Right about… there should have a good view."

In typical shinobi fashion, the two of you vanished in a blink, leaping skyward and landing lightly upon the tiled roof of a nearby business. A teenage giddiness swelled in your chest as you settled down on the pitched surface beside your date, gazing up into the starry sky expectantly as you waited for the show to start. The crowd below buzzed in unison and heads began to turn as the first streak of sparkling light cut through the night with a shrill whistle. The thunderous boom that struck your body with bassy reverb still startled you, despite all of your training, leaving you laughing at yourself while the bright colors bloomed in the dark. "Gets me every time."

Kakashi chuckled softly, looking fondly at you for a moment before returning his sights to the splashes of light painting the skies. "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." While he found the chromatic display to be beautiful, he was more keenly focused on the warmth radiating from the person beside him that wrapped comfortably around his being despite the chill that lingered in the air. This was going better than he expected, even after his tardiness nearly ended the date before it began. Despite your nervous need to be early, you waited for him. And being with you was just so easy. Conversation was effortless. You seemed just as content to enjoy the moment without needing to fill the silence with chatter, though he did like listening to you talk. A quiet smile pulled at his lips, thinking about how you reacted to his drooliest hound's picture with the same amount of enthusiasm and love you exuded for your own pooch. Pakkun would surely have something to say about that.

As the loud display left a final series of bold, flashing colors cutting through the inky night, you exhaled happily, glancing over at Kakashi, who seemed almost lost in thought. "That was really spectacular." Your eyes sparkled as the last glittering embers slowly fell from the heavens and the crowd below erupted in cheers and clapping.

"I would have to agree," he replied in that smooth hum that just sent your heart aflutter. "I take it you need to get back home soon to rescue your couch from the jaws of Mochi?"

Glancing at your watch, you laughed quietly, rubbing the back of your neck. "Between the fireworks and me leaving looking different than he's used to, I'm afraid my couch is probably a lost cause."

Kakashi rose to his feet first and offered you a hand with that content expression still smoothed over his alarmingly handsome features. "I'd be happy to walk you home, if you'd like the company."

Taking his hand filled you with a schoolgirlish glow as you stood there together for a moment, faces illuminated by the moon and the sparkles of starlight hanging in the sky. It was nothing short of magical. Those warm, smiling eyes consumed you as you gazed past the long scar and mismatched irises into the guarded soul of the man before you. Your heart all but skipped a beat. "I would very much like the company."

Experiencing this kind of closeness to another person again left such a pleasant feeling wrapping Kakashi's heart that he just didn't want it to end. He was downright smitten, and judging by your behavior toward him, the feeling was mutual. You hopped down from the rooftop together, letting Kakashi offer more support in the landing than you actually needed, simply savoring the moment as he curled an arm around your back while you began the slow walk back to your apartment.

The comfortable chat quieted when you reached your door all too soon, making you wish time would just hold still long enough for you to soak in every last bit of Kakashi's pleasant company. Reality had other plans, however, as the sound of scratching paws and deep, investigative sniffing rattled your locked door. As you turned to your date, a soft smile played on your lips. "Thank you, Kakashi. I had such a great time tonight."

"So did I. It's been a few years since I really enjoyed going to one of these festivals." The warm expression you had been basking in all night was still perched on his face as he spoke to you. "Maybe next time we can take all of the hounds out somewhere together."

Next time… he wants...Your heart buzzed and fluttered, leaving you almost speechless. "I'd really like that. And so would Mochi," you added with a widening smile.

"Same time, next week?" He offered.

"That sounds perfect." You were nearly stunned when Kakashi leaned in and pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek, leaving the heat of a blooming crush in its wake.

"Until then, goodnight," he smiled softly, reluctantly releasing your hand.

Readying a bid of farewell to the notoriously late, seemingly aloof Copy Ninja who had just completely stolen your heart, you unlocked your apartment, pausing in the doorway to smile at him one last time before your wonderful evening came to an end. "Goodnight."

[cherry-gemz]

Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."