#trying to decorate completely out of my comfort zone

[puretopia]

[ruxined]

header by me !

cw : afab r , making out / hickies , mention of saliva once at the end , like 2 curse words , slight implied sex .

e: ellie and r are paired up for a chem project,however things get a more organic reaction

(this is my first fic lmk how it is and some tips if you’d like <3)

You looked around admiring the house as you stood at the porch.It was a pretty normal house honestly and not far from yours,You remember reading the text Ellie sent you before you walked to Her house.

“just knock when you’re here,it’s just gonna be us because i’m home alone for a couple days”

So you did, you knocked and about 2 minutes later Ellie came to the door,dressed in a grey wifebeater tank and some black sweatpants. She leaned slightly on the doorframe , looking you over for a quick second.

“hey, come in”

She said in a quiet monotone but welcoming voice, maybe She was just feeling you out.

You both went inside and up towards Her room,Her house was adorned in timeless and classic decor with pictures of Her and an Older man framed on some of the walls,you just assumed it was Her Father or something.

“this is my room..you can sit and put your stuff anywhere”

She grabs a messy group of papers and Her phone from her desk.

You nod and put your bag down on the floor infront of her bed,sitting on the edge hanging your legs off.Her room was filled with posters and little figurines, some with space related items or dinosaurs. It seemed like She was the nerdy type with a special interest in that kinda stuff even in class.. but You of course, found it cute.

Ellie set up her papers and supplies for the project on her bed,hiking her legs up and sitting across from you on her bed,slightly leaned against the headboard. Her arms flexed with each movement and you tried to keep yourself focused on the task at hand,gently feeling the soft navy blue sheets under you.

“..did you need anything before we start..? ..like food or a snack?”

She tilted her head to the side,Auburn streaks gently fanning her cheeks.

you

“no i’m alright..thanks though”

She nods,starting to write down stuff on her paper. You and ellie talked a handful of times but usually just always ended up paired together in projects or assignments.She couldn’t complain though.. She had always found you pretty attractive and was naturally comfortable around you and just didn’t wanna seem weird or something.

You both started to complete the project, just some chemicals , periodic table blah blah blah.You just couldn’t stop looking at her gorgeous freckles that littered her tanned skin just right, and the way she looked up at you with her greenish hazel puppy eyes, or how her hands were so perfect and how you wonder what her fingers would feel-

“hey..you okay? you’re like..zoning out”

She moves a hair from your face,trying to read your expression.

“yeah u-uhm i’m good! sorry i was just thinking.”

You quickly attempt to poorly hide the fact that you were just caught casually gawking at your study partner.

“right..”

She says softly as she writes down another chemical name.

You both eventually start talking more and getting settled. Ellie is silently noticing how you’re constantly staring at Her lips and how her toned lean muscles flex while she stretches after writing with her pencil.

“..and they have…”

You drag on the sentence, looking up to see Ellie leaning up on the headboard, her tank top riding up barely enough to show her v line.She seemed so clueless and chill but also somehow knew..?

And she did.

“they have…?”

Ellie asks curiously in regards to your unfinished sentence.

“…come right on me.”

It just slipped. You almost didn’t correct yourself because you didn’t realize how outrageous you sounded,Ellie’s facial expressions reminded you quickly.

“what?-

“fuck i meant camaraderie…like they had really good-”

Ellie looks you over for a moment, blinking.

“are you eyefucking me right now or something?”

You freeze in embarrassment. Assuming she probably thinks you’re a weirdo pervert trying to just stare at her instead of studying.

You wouldn’t turn the offer down though.

“no i- im sorry i didn’t-

Ellie leans forward a little closer to you,her eyes flickering down to your parted lips before back up at you in amusement.

“tell me what you want.. like what you actually want.”

You can almost feel her breath on your lips.her eyes gazed into yours and you felt like you could get lost in them forever.You knew you couldn’t lie to her.

“..kiss me..please”

You whined, it came out more breathless than you thought it would and you started to feel the room getting hotter.

Ellie wasted no time gently pressing her plush salmon colored lips onto yours,gently sucking your bottom lip before gently kitten licking it,a silent ask for entrance. She leaned over a little more to get on top of you to kiss you deeper,her hands found their way onto your hips and then your cheeks again,then playing with little strands of your hair. She ran her hands along your body as if she was trying to remember every inch of you,like you’d dissolve in a minute.

“..this is okay right?..we can keep going. if you want.”

Ellie whispered,her warm breath gently hitting the shell of your ear,the faint noise of the chemistry papers falling off the bed was quickly forgotten.

“yeah”

You whisper back.She starts kissing your neck and leaving small marks by your collarbone , nipping at your neck oh so gently while taking her time to find those soft spots that made you feel heat pooling in your lower stomach.

“you’re so beautiful”

She mumbled,wiping the mix of hers and your saliva mixed with your lipgloss / chapstick on the side of your lip,gently pushing you back onto the bed.

let’s just say , you and ellie have really good bed chem.

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[rjunswrld]

i wanna touch on you.

jungwoo x thick POC! reader

idol au, mentions of ovulation, needy reader, oral (giving), mentions of other members(not heavily), unprotected sex

it was a normal sight, seeing jungwoo shirtless sitting back on his gaming chair completely drawn to whatever game him and his friends had picked. usually, you weren't phased by it since he always walked around shirtless, pant-less, maybe even going full nude strutting around with full pride and no care in the world.. but today, you were getting worked up by it.

you were ovulating so this made you, even more, hornier than usual, anything he did- any noise he made filled you with dirty ideas.. not only were your hormones raging against your will but you were so fucking bored. you didn't have much to do so there wasn't anything to distract you from the feeling of needing anything inside of you, anything meaning your boyfriend jungwoo.

"fuck"

he sighed to himself in defeat readjusting his headset and running his hands through his hair, leaning back in his chair for a more comfortable position as his tongue poked out the side of his mouth due to sheer concentration. you found him all too cute when he was playing his games, his cute habits and facial expressions he'd subconsciously make made you smile to yourself.. but did that stop the throbbing of your pussy? hell no. you decided to make your way over to the male who had his eyes glued to the screen with the sounds of his controller becoming increasingly louder the closer and closer you got to him, he gave small conversation to a few of his friends he was playing with, snickering at whatever they had said. you approached behind him as he waited for his game to load looking up at you with a smile decorating his face.

"hey baby" he reached up to grab your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it making you smile down at him. "woo i'm bored.." you sighed hearing him laugh, not knowing if he was laughing at your response or something his friends had said. his game loaded instantly as he fell deeper into his chair, manspreading as he patted his thigh for you to sit on and of course, you took a seat on him. he wrapped his arms around you caging you onto him with your head resting back in the crook of his neck proceeding to play the game and chatting it up with his friends as he normally would. you thought this would be another way to distract you from your own needs, trying to calm yourself from letting your mind travel south and get worked up all over again.

i mean..

you did try..

you couldn't stop yourself from placing small kisses on his cheek that slowly went down to his neck, kissing him in all his favorite spots earning a small hum from him as you began to touch his soft body, his breathing becoming uneven as you crept your hand lower and lower towards his crotch.

"baby-"

"shh, just play your game"

you whispered into his neck hearing him let out a soft moan when you dodged his half-chub to rest your hand on his inner thighs - you knew how sensitive his thighs were so you used it to your advantage to get more of a reaction from him as you left sloppy wet kisses on his now splotchy neck being abused by your lips. he bit his lip trying to keep his focus on the game completely zoning out his friend's conversations feeling you now cup his boner hidden behind his sweats, jolting softly and letting out a small 'ah' in response. "you good bro?" you hear taeyong on the other end making you giggle at the now-redden face jungwoo "yeah, i-i just bit my tongue." he glared at you making you smile as you began palming him slowly, already feeling harder than before. you moaned at the feeling of him in your palm, there were so many things you could do with him and more specifically his dick that was growing harder and harder for you.

"keep playing.."

you said in a hushed tone as he watch you slide off his lap to make your space between his legs, looking up at him with his brows furrowed, his eyes staring deep into yours filled with such desperation for you. you reached to undo the strings that kept his sweats in place, pulling them down to only whip his dick out. he was chewing on his cheek at this point trying to contain any embarrassing sounds from slipping, then doing as told, he proceeded to play.. well tried to play glancing down at you and back at the screen repeatedly waiting for you to finish what you had started. you placed him in the palm of your hand, mouth salivating wanting to get your fix of him. you pumped him slowly as you eyed his face, cheeks still red and mouth now parted slightly.

"jungwoo! hurry the fuck up we need you!"

you heard from his headset as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue licking around his slit, precum laying on your tastebuds he tried to keep his eyes on the screen but seeing you in his peripheral vision he couldn't help but look.. his dick in your hand as you licked down his girth, sucking on his balls with your eyes boring into his he visibly gulped looking back up at the screen.

"jungwoo!"

"shut up i'm right behind you.."

he finally replied hearing him find the strength to play, nibbling on his bottom lip as you left small kisses on his thigh watching them shake slightly at the soft warm touch. you smiled in satisfaction at his immediate responses to your touches, deciding to finally give him what he wanted— more like what you wanted, you parted your mouth slipping the tip of his cock in your mouth and hearing him gasp at the contact.

you pulled away with a lewd pop placing your finger over your lips and singling him to 'shh' before engulfing him back into your mouth. taking more of him in as you went lower and lower hearing his heavy breathing being cut off with small hums. he couldn't but he tried to control his sounds from slipping to try and not give away the fact that his super hot girlfriend was on her knees sucking his dick in the middle of his game with his friends on the other end who are very competitive in wanting to win.

"fuck.." he whispered as you deep-throated him disregarding your gag reflex, throat clenching down on him making him spazz out and contort his face in deep pleasure. his controller on the other hand itching to slip out of his hands as you increase your speed, fondling his balls he couldn't concentrate anymore- the game, his friends, the win.. that was the last thing on his mind right now. "p-please, please.." he pleaded now dropping the controller and placing his hand on your head gripping against your roots making you choke a moan around him. you released your mouth from around him already knowing he was pretty close to exploding in your mouth, you didn't want him cumming anywhere but inside of you.

"baby no.."

he whined defeatedly as you stood up removing your now ruined underwear and baggy t-shirt kicking it off to the side— it shut him up completely, knowing what was coming next he couldn't take his eyes off of you with his hands pushing his sweats down lower, reaching for your hips to help guide you on him. "you're so fucking hot baby.." he spoke up biting his lips at you aligning yourself on him.

"holy fuck is ___ there?!"

you heard shrieking from the other end making you giggle at the sudden screeching outbursts.

"no wonder why he went to shit"

"hi ___ !"

so many words being thrown at the two of you, making you laugh but going completely ignored as you now lowered yourself onto the male who rolled his eyes back feeling the familiar tightness gliding down his cock, so fucking turned on over you he couldn't give two fucks that his headset was still on and they could fully hear the two of you.

"oh fuck.."

he moaned out feeling himself bottom out in you as you let out hums of satisfaction.. you wanted this for hours and god did it feel so amazing to your riled-up body. the stretch from him made you go dumb, his slight curve hitting the right spots and sending chills down your body.

"you feel so good babe, fuck.."

he praised feeling you grind your hips before you began bouncing up and down the male with shaky moans escaping you, his dick hitting your g spot repeatedly it felt so good to have your needs satisfied.

he gripped onto you keeping you steady as he whimpered out your name shamelessly. numerous amounts of yelling from his headset of instant blabber of a mix of english clashing with korean, in between turn off your fucking mic and turn your camera on i wanna see could be heard but not one of you cared. you reached to rub your clit as you felt the familiar knot in you building up, moaning out his name so beautifully he reached up to attack your lips roughly, teeth clashing and heavy breathing being shared between the two of you, tongues swirling around each others sharing saliva and the taste of him lingering in your mouth as he whined.

"fuck i-i'm gonna cum.." you let out a throaty groan as he threw his headset alongside his controller, gripping to hold you still.

"want you to cum, wanna feel you cum" he thrusts into you harshly making you scream out his name loudly, the two of you chasing your climaxes that were so close; so fucking close you could taste it. "c-cum baby cum for me.." he hissed out already feeling yourself come undone on the males dick clenching tightly as he let out a high-pitched moan shooting his white ropes of cum inside of you, hips twitching as you bounced on him slowly to help ride out your highs, resulting into grinding down on top of him with your chests heaving and soft whimpering escaping him as you finally came to a halt.

"mmm fuck.." he breathlessly chuckled as you fell into his chest sighing in relief of your throbbing core finally getting what she wanted. you snickered into his neck as he held onto you caressing your back and placing soft kisses on your temple, you looked over to his mic seeing a blinking green light signifying it was still on with muffled yelling coming from them making you laugh against him. "what?" he questioned as you looked up to see his cheeks still flushed and hair sticking against his sweaty forehead, still beautiful as ever.

"so.. still bored?"

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[decemebercircus]

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Don't Blame Me, Love made me Crazy (if it Doesn't You ain't Doing it Right)

Based on Tumblr posts by Ventique18 concerning Malleus and a father's day joke.

I am a bit late but here is the promised fanfiction of Malleus's response.

First of as much as I like Malleus's character I'm not ( in my personal opinion) very good at writing him. However I decided to wing it since I said I was gonna do this story anyway.

Credit to @ventique18 on Tumblr ( I forgot your AO3 name I apologize).

Malleus x Yuusona even though I'm no good at those type stories.

Likewise chapter 1 of this fic is short and has no NSFW content. But chapter 2 will have sexual content so be warned.

Inspired by: Father's Day tease by Ventique18

Alternative Response here

STORY:

"Good morning Tsunotaro... Happy Father's Day!" Andromeda smiled at him. Her cinnamon brown skin, especially her hands, looked like it had golden glitter on it. Today she was wearing her birthday gift from last year: a dark indigo dress with bishop sleeves and a asymmetrical mermaid style skirt that trailed on the floor. The rounded, puffy cowl layer at the waist also had the pale green vine detail. She sat on a chair and made herself comfortable.

He paused as if mentally saying "MalleusDraconia.exe has stopped working due to an error. Would you like to restart?"

It was a meaningless joke, even given they were in an intimate relationship. But they loved each other enough to appreciate each other's efforts to be ~~shameless~~ a playful tease. She was about to drop her punchline, when she was stopped by his astonished face.

Correction: astonished face decorated with a single tear down his cheek.

"oh-- No, I-- I didn't intend for you to tear up-- It's--only" she started.

Malleus knelt in front of her clasping her hands: "Are you pregnant?"

'Ah fuck…'

She began chuckling awkwardly: "Haha, Now listen, I--"

"That's good! I'm not alone in the world anymore. Though I have my grandmother, there has always been a nagging emptiness inside me that I could not fill."

Well, that was heavy. Panic welled in her chest. She felt completely torn, so much, she was sure she had a headache. Because she was, in fact, not pregnant.

"Perhaps it's simply overcompensating for being orphaned, but I've always wished for a family of my own. Wished, and despaired. Despaired that no one in this world would actually want to be with me." He continued.

"Umm. Tsu- Tsunotaro," she blushed. Now that he poured out his feelings she felt the joke was cruel.

"But now, you're here with me. I would have been content with just you and me."

"Oh But you..! Today You're telling me... A product of our love..." He carried on over her comment.

"Funny story about that, Malleus…." She tried again.

'Finally... Another blessing in my wretched life…' he nestled against her breast quite comfortably and she sweatdropped.

"-alleus!"

"Malleus!"

Alarmed at the concern in her tone he snapped out of his reverie.

"Ah!? Yes, what is it?" He startled, then collected himself.

" I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes, I'm surprised you zoned out so quickly," she said, pushing a a lock of her curly black mane of hair off her shoulder.

"Tsunotaro... Darling... Love of my life..." She started nervously.

"Yes? Is there something you want? You may have it of course, anything for you and the child's happiness," he responded without batting an eyelash.

She startled. "I'm. Not. actually w-with child," she breathed and he hugged her tighter before letting her go. She blinked tearfully at his disappointed expression.

He dried her eyes. Not many tears had fallen but she had gotten worked up wondering how he'd react.

Gulping silently she tried to put the conversation on a lighter note.

"But! but–! You know my Roar Roar Drago? The one we bought and paired as your Tamagotchi's wife?" She grabbed her tamagotchi off her desk.

He inclined his head to show he still heard her. "Um, it just so happens that she's pregnant, even though I am not."

His expression was oddly neutral as if trying to settle an emotion to be for the rest of the day and coming up empty. She laughed nervously. "Sorry for getting your hopes up, I'm really bad at jokes you know…."

The heavy silence was only broken by the beeping of their duo Roar Roar Dragos asking to be fed.

Finally Malleus had a response.

"Ah I see it was one of your jokes." He commented and she went rigid.

"Y-yup one of my poor jokes that aren't actually funny, you're welcome to get even as you see fit," she rambled as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

Malleus had an unnatural momentary glint in his eyes. "Indeed. I shall think about my response," he said smoothly.

"Well…There aren't any clouds in the sky…" she noted looking out the window. "I'd say that went over pretty well,"

Endnotes:

Andromeda [formerly known as Redacted]

She shares her height with Azul and Cater (176 cm)

Her concept is a conglomeration of Vanessa (both 1959 Little Mermaid and 2023 Live-Action adaptation), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

I was gonna put Andromeda in a recolor version of Maleanor Draconia's dress.

(I hate that I fucking struggled to spell that. And TwstEN added more letters….) But I looked again at ALL the details of the silver parts and quit.

I still did the dress, just… budget version.

Before you go!

The fic is also available on Ao3 under my pseudo name YourGildedCage, similar to one of my Tumblr alternate accounts. That way the fic can be downloaded if desired (when it's complete of course).

The link is here:

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

[neetily]

↳ EVENT 08. Harvey (Corruption Kink & Anal)

— ✧ warnings: Corruption Kink, Anal, sex toy, strap on, consent cheks, Established Relationship, Masturbation — ✧ word count: 2,616 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

His voice is shaky and unsure when he eventually gains the confidence to speak, interrupted only by brief bouts of nervous laughter as you hold the silicone item before him, seemingly proud of the size and girth of it, confident that he'll react the way you want. And it's not that he's intent on disappointing you, God no, so far from it! It's just, well;

"Are you sure this'll help me relax?"

He hadn't meant to sound so taken aback, disbelief tainting his otherwise genuine question. But the strap on you so happily wiggle before him is a little intimidating, if he's honest. That, and his analytical mind is unable to conjure up any reason as to why the offending item will supposedly help him de-stress, get him out of his shell as you so eloquently put it earlier on in the week. He's not one to judge, but the scepticism is likely clear on his face; he's never been the best at hiding his emotions. And neither are you apparently, his expression prompting the fall of your own after his admittedly meek questioning leaves his heart hurting a little, aching to reach out and cup your cute little cheeks as a soft reminder that he trusts you! He's just a little anxious, as per usual.

But, you make the first move. Like always, swooping in to save him when his heart is hammering and he struggles to find the right words to express himself appropriately. It's one of his favourite things about you, honestly. How you manage to sync up with him so well without even trying. The romantic within him pinning it down to fate, or destiny.

The look of sympathy you offer him is very much appreciated, an immediate balm to his anxiety ridden heart. Better yet are your sweet reassurances that follow.

"We don't have to do this if you don't wanna, Harvey," Though, the gentle pass of your fingers running up and down his already exposed thigh is all the convincing he needs to proceed ahead with caution, but still he listens to you. Waits for an opportunity to say his piece. "You can always say no— I just think that dabbling outside of your comfort zone might show you that anxieties aren't always telling the truth, y'know?"

While part of him understands that you only have the best of intentions, pretty words promising to help heal him— even if in an odd way. The other half of him is still anxious, fists balled into the familiar sheets below as he trembles before you on your shared bed. When he married you, he knew that there would be obstacles to overcome, difficulties that could—and would—be shared. However, he never expected this. To be stark naked in bed, the pretty sight of you in some delicate lingerie doing wonders for his lust, cock already hard and dripping precum down to his tummy without needing to be touched too much. The strap on you so boldly hold drawing his attention front and centre, gulping at the thought of using it in any capacity beyond decoration.

Still, he persists. Even if only because he trusts you. Completely and utterly, placing all of his faith in you to cure the doctor himself. Where he's failed, he's certain that you'll be able to help— and, there's the added benefit of making you happy too! Something he always strives for.

"No, no," He rushes to answer your acknowledgement of his predicament. "Like you said, um... I think it's worth a shot!"

Ever the vanilla, being pegged as you described it has never crossed his mind before. He knew it existed, of course, but it's never been a topic of discussion in his mind other than: huh, that exists. However, thanks to your insistence on the topic, even going out of your way to research and prep all of the necessary items for the big event, he thinks it's worthwhile trying. There's no use in outright declining an attempt, he'll never know whether he likes it or not without at least trying!

And he's been wanting to be more sexually adventurous with you, even if his thoughts revolved more around having you be on the receiving end of such experimentation. The analysist within him is excited at the prospect of potentially discovering new things about himself, whereas the realist is worried over the practicalities.

Which is where you, fortunately, come in. God forbid he explore the topic on his own, pushing his glasses up in an attempt to focus on the situation at hand, doing his best to not touch his cock to the sight of your pretty smile as you shuffle closer, finding home between his legs. "All right," You start, helping him spread his legs a little wider, toying with the beads of precum at his tip before grabbing the length of his cock with a teasing touch. He inadvertently bucks into the feeling of your soft hands, heat rushing to his cheeks at the cute giggle you let out in response to how sensitive he is.

"Let's warm you up, then."

Two fingers, coated in a mixture of saliva, precum, and lube, press deep inside of him. It's an odd feeling, not wholly unbearable, inching on pleasurable the longer you rest them inside of his asshole. But still, definitely, uncomfortable. Which is probably obvious given how his face scrunches up in inadaptability, slightly cringing at the newfound feeling in his lower half.

"How are you feeling, love?" You tenderly ask him, and it takes him a moment to collect his thoughts. Another few to gather the strength to speak with the pressure he's experiencing below the belt.

"Uh... Weird. I think?" He questions even himself, eyes trained on the way his cock bobs and jerks under him, matching the lazy strokes in and out of his ass from your fingers. It's difficult to deny that some part of him does enjoy the feeling your offering him, it's just that it's new, he decides. Yeah, it's just new and he's just anxious, worried about his performance, how he must look to you right now, slightly hunched over himself as an instinctual reaction to the tension of your fingers inside of him.

And the light laughter you let out given his response only heats his cheeks up some more, his own fingers tightly fisting into the sheets in soft embarrassment. "It's okay, Harvey. I think most people feel that way when they just start too. Give it a few minutes, and then we can decide if you wanna stop or keep going, okay?"

Okay, that he can work with. Once again relaxing his posture, leaning back against the bed headboard to let you work your magic. It only takes a minute or so longer for your words to ring true, for his trust in you to bear fruit— resulting in his body jerking forward at a mere prod against his insides.

"W-Wait!" He ends up gasping, surprised at the tone his exclamation carries itself with, but nonetheless he continues rambling. "What— wait, what was that?" He almost laughs, tenderness present in how his hand wraps lightly around your wrist that's pressed against his ass. He's not even aware that he's doing it until you just as affectionately remove his hand, cooing sweetly for him to relax.

"Told you it'd feel good." You smile, toothy and wide for him to further trust, wide eyes imploring you to show him more of what you mean, because now his interest is piqued.

With every curl of your deft fingers inside, as if pressing on a feel good button, his upper body jerks forward with his cock, spilling precum aplenty for the fingers you have buried knuckle deep in his hole. The once weird and strange feeling in his abdomen soon becoming known and hot. The well acquainted burn in his tummy that he so often experiences when you're touching him slowly climbs back to where it should be, increasing only because you decide to slowly stroke his pulsing cock in tandem with your finger strokes.

His toes curl with your fingers, huffs of air rushed out only for him to gasp it back in, half moans and stuttered words, he's not quite sure what he's trying to convey. One things for sure though, and that's that he doesn't feel so worried any more. The comfortable pooling of lust in his core convincing him to seek out only what feels good, forget about everything else. And he's about to warn you of his fast approaching orgasm, but when words yet again fail him, God can you blame him with the way your fingers skilfully explore his insides, making him feel things he never thought possible, his body does all the talking for him. Shaking under you, panting for air with every pump of your fingers, carding through his hair to clean off the dripping sweat from his forehead.

And then you stop. Suddenly and carelessly. And though he can breathe again, only a pitiful whine escapes him at the loss of stimulation.

"The main event waits, love."

Your reminder of the object to his side startles him out of his lust filled stupor, but only for a moment. For his cock remembers how good it felt to have you inside of him just moments ago, finding himself eagerly nodding for you to proceed, a reassuring grasp at your arm while you get yourself strapped up conveying the message of: please, I'd do anything to feel that way again. Once reserved, now needy.

To be in this position, that is to be under you and not the one on top lining his tip up to your hole, feels strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, but rather... It leaves his head a little dizzy. Body tingling under your touch at the excitement coursing through him, wanting more than anything to keep his mind as empty as it's been turned from your touch.

He feels you tug at his ass, a brief moment of shyness creeping up on him before you compliment him on how pretty it looks. A word he never thought possible to describe himself, but he easily trusts that you're being honest when your gaze meets his own, and he can see the matching hearts in your eyes.

"Be gentle, please..." He mutters, overwhelmed with love and affection for you as you rub the silicon tip up and down between his cheeks, dribbling copious amounts of lube over it despite how wet and pink his asshole already is.

He's not sure why he said it, considering that you are the love of his life and you've already proved to him just how good exploring new things is, helping him relax into the comfy pillows and sheets below as he wiggles himself lower down to get into position for you. But oh to have you lean over him and whisper about how proud you are of him, and how you've always wanted to see him under you like this, distracting him with words of praise as you slowly push the tip of the toy into his stretched out asshole feels so good, ah... Leaves his mouth hanging open and glasses slipping down his nose, a little loving groan escaping him when you kindly help push them back up.

Something as big as the toy almost feels like the experience is restarting all over again, feeling all funny and full in his tummy until you manage to work your faux cock inside of him enough to be fully sheathed. The weight of the toy heavy against his squirmy insides, his brows furrowed in sheer horny frustration.

"Gonna move now, okay?"

He doesn't trust his voice right now, merely nodding up at you as his hand reflexively wraps tight around his throbbing cock when you draw your hips back, squeezing at the base of it as you thrust your hips forward. And the pace is settled quickly, nice and easy and gentle enough for him to grow accustomed to the toy exploring his insides— helped by the fact that he's effectively masturbating in front of you while you tenderly pound his twitching hole.

Tugging his cock up and down, moaning openly at how slippery he feels, front and back. He can barely focus on your face due to his eyes continuously rolling back, body jerking up the bed with your every thrust, humping inside of his tight heat so nicely that he can't help but to compliment you. Spilling babbled thanks between sighs of satisfaction, helping you fuck into him by sliding his ass down onto the toy when he can; as much as possible anyway, given his laying down missionary position under you.

And the feeling of your nails on his thighs, prompting him to lift his legs up and oh— shit.

"Ah, wait—" He begs of you, but certainly doesn't stop jerking off, and he's all too happy for himself when you don't heed his warnings either. Nails digging into the fat of his thighs, pumping the silicone cock in and out of his hole at a new angle; one that immediately tightens the ball of lust in his tummy. "I'm close, gonna cum if you keep going like— ah, like that—!" He urges you for a breather, but when he catches your smirking expression, he understands intimately what you'd rather do.

So he doesn't complain when he feels you pick up the pace, a muffled slap! filling the room with every wet fuck forward you make inside his ass. Moans dripping from his lips, intermingled with half gasps of your name, whines for you to stop, or was it don't stop? Fucking his fist faster too, attempting to match your unfair thrusts, but he's too sloppy with it. Mind too far gone with pleasure to actually attempt to jerk off, instead just idly playing with himself because it feels good. Something he's scarcely done before, but you've brought out some new side of him tonight. One that needs and whines and begs for more, back arching off the sheets when your tip repeatedly knocks against that sensitive spot inside again and again, just like earlier with your fingers.

All he can do is silently stare, brows furrowed in concentration of your every greedy stroke inside, fucking his ass so good that he feels a little numb, honestly. Ropes soon shoot from his tip as his orgasm washes over him, thick and white. Spurting all over his chest, a couple shots landing on his glasses for which he hasn't the capacity to care about, not when you continue to fuck him through the good feeling. Making sure to hump every last drop of cum out of his cock with your toy, milking him dry, his tightly wrapped fist glazed over with sticky seed.

And before clarity has a chance to hit him, he scrambles to beg you to continue, to prolong his empty mind and the good feeling between his legs. The doting smile you wear upon his broken pleading is confirmation enough that you enjoy that idea very much so too.

At least for now, his troubles are far away. And, if ever he needs help in future again, he knows what to ask for. Excited about all the new possibilities your little experiment has brought out of him tonight, wanting to eagerly explore as many options as possible in the safety of your shared 4 walls for the rest of the night.

You wouldn't mind, would you? If he asked for more, a tinge of greed gripping his heart as he watches you fuck him all better.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

School Reunion (Larissa Weems x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Larissa needs help, leading to you taking up the role of her girlfriend for a night

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

You hesitated knocking on the door. You’d been stopped on your way to the dining hall by Larissa’s assistant. You’d been told she’d locked herself in her office, cancelled all her appointments and had been heard pacing for the last few hours. It wasn’t hard to figure out something had happened.

The trouble was, it was well known that in these situations you were the only one who was able to calm her down again. You didn’t know if it was your long standing friendship or your presence being calming, but you could usually talk her off the edge of the cliff. This time though, you weren’t quite sure what you’d find. She was usually so much better about not letting it occur during the work day, saving it for after hours when she wasn’t trying to run the school.

Sighing, you knocked. You ignored the muffled shout at you to go away, pressing your hand to the doorknob and concentrating until you heard it click.

Inside the office wasn’t quite the war zone you were expecting. Larissa was halfway between her desk and the door, fury on her face. You ignored her, closing the door with a soft click and locking it again, mostly for her comfort.

“I told you to go away,” she snarled.

“Yes. You were quite forceful about it,” you said.

“Not forceful enough it seems.”

She resumed her pacing and you took a moment to watch her. Even in this state of anger she still managed to make your heart pound double time. You had never told her, but somewhere between being her employee and being her friend, you’d managed to fall for her so completely it was like no one else existed for you.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or should I just open the wine?” you asked.

She waved her hand at you and you waited patiently. It wasn’t an answer, and if she wanted something from you she had to say it. Her steps slowed and she sighed.

“It’s our thirty year reunion this weekend,” she said, “and Morticia just RSVP’d that she and Gomez will be attending.”

“You assumed they wouldn’t?” you asked, finally venturing further into the room.

“They haven’t to any before now. Not that I’ve been to any either, but I can hardly miss it now it’s going to be occurring here,” she said, sinking down into one of the chairs in front of the fire. She buried her face in her hands.

“And you don’t want to see her.” It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.

“She has the perfect life. Rich, beautiful, and married after playing with my heart while we were all at school together” You ignored the disappointment and jealousy rearing its ugly head, “I don’t want her to see me still alone.”

“Well, you could always bring a date,” you replied, slipping into the other chair.

She snorted, “right. Sure. Who’d go with me to my school reunion?”

“I would.”

She turned to look at you, eyes widening. You hadn’t meant to say it but now you were going to stick by your guns. You’d love to be her date. You really wanted to be her date.

“We’ll just pretend I’m your girlfriend or wife or whatever,” you said, “they’ll never know. Rub it in their faces that you have someone and you’re happy and successful and killing it.”

“You’d really do that for me?” Hope filled her face and all you wanted to do was agree to anything that would keep that look on her face.

“Of course.”

Which is all to explain how you found yourself standing in the decorated hall, watching Larissa greet some of her old schoolmates. Resplendent in a bright red dress, skin tight, showing off every curve, watching her was making your mouth water and your heart beat double time. Your fingers itched to touch her.

Purely under the guise of being her girlfriend for the night, of course.

You knew the moment Morticia and Gomez entered the room, her entire body stiffening. You turned, plucking up two glasses of wine, wending your way through the crowd.

“And this is truly a show stopping dress,” you heard Morticia say. The smile turned brittle on Larissa’s face.

“I thought it was time for a top up,” you said, sidling up to her side.

She turned, relief flooding her face. You passed over the glass of wine, biting down on your lip when her fingers brushed yours. Shaking it off, you slid your arm around her waist, relaxing as hers came to rest around your shoulders.

“You must be Morticia,” you said, turning to the other woman who’s eyebrows had risen in surprise, “Larissa has told me so much about you.”

“Nothing untrue,” Larissa replied and you looked up at her, knowing every single thing she’d said about Morticia and how little of it had been kind.

“Larissa, I was unaware you had such a captivating paramour,” Morticia said, offering you what you were sure she thought was a winning smile. You could see it, if she’d been your type, but you were more interested in a very specific type of woman.

“Yes, we have kept it rather discreet,” she replied, with a small laugh, “we can hardly act as teenagers and maintain our professionalism.”

“As long as it’s not due to any shame,” Morticia said, also laughing. Larissa’s fingers tightened on your shoulder. You had to bite back a growl at the implication. As if anyone would be ashamed of Larissa.

“I am so glad to hear you’ve found as much happiness as I have with my darling Tish,” Gomez said, stepping forward to join the conversation.

Morticia turned, hand coming to cup his cheek. He gazed up at her with a doting look on his face and she murmured something under her breath to him before their lips met. You looked away, having no wish to witness that.

“So how did you two love birds meet?” Morticia asked once they resurfaced.

“I began working here at Nevermore,” you said, glancing up at the woman in your arms.

“And I was smitten from the first moment,” Larissa said.

“How could anyone turn down this woman?” you asked, knowing full well she’d been turned down by the very woman instigating the conversation, “she is nothing less than incredible.”

She turned to look down at you, eyes widening a touch in surprise. You smiled up at her, shuffling just a little closer to nudge her. Her answering smile could light up the room.

“It is so nice to see it finally working out for you, Larissa,” Morticia said, interrupting the moment.

You both turned to look at her in tandem. You pressed yourself against her side, not bothering with propriety, just wanting the barbed digs from her ex to stop. She didn’t deserve to be talked to that way. Her hand on your shoulder tightened, almost painfully.

“I suppose it just took until finding the right person,” she replied, “it’s made everything else worth going through to find her.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else,” you said, the words nothing but truth.

The way she looked at you, you were worried she’d heard the truth ringing in them. You bit down on your lower lip, her eyes flicking down to it. Heat coursed through your veins. It was all beginning to feel a little too real.

“Truly a real life miracle for you, Larissa,” Morticia interrupted before you could expose yourself any more than you already had.

Something in Larissa’s face tightened as she turned back to her old friend. She opened her mouth just as the song changed.

“Oh I love this song,” you said brightly, as if the whole conversation hadn’t been full of landmines, “may I have this dance, sweetheart?”

She plucked the wine glass from your hand.

“Would you mind?” she said, passing them over to Morticia without waiting for an answer.

She threaded her fingers through yours, tugging you onto the dance floor. You slipped your arms around her neck, grinning as her hands settled on your waist, a touch unsure.

“You’re doing amazing,” you murmured, just loud enough to hear you over the music.

“Really?” You hated how unsure she sounded.

“You’ve got this,” you said, “and I’m right here with you through it all.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” There was so much wonder in her face. Your heart skipped a beat and for a moment you forgot it was all fake.

You swayed to the music, focusing at something over your shoulder if only to keep from getting lost in her eyes. You just had to get through the weekend without your heart getting too entangled. Her hands slid down to your hips, tugging you half a step closer.

“What are you thinking about?”

She was still looking at you as if she wanted to unpack every little thing about you. You shook your head.

“Nothing,” you replied.

“I lost you there for a moment.”

“I was caught up thinking about how wonderful spending this time with you is,” you said, smiling at her, hoping she wouldn’t read how many feelings were behind it.

“Careful, I’ll grow used to hearing these things from you and then you’ll never be rid of me,” she said, smiling too.

“I hope I am never rid of you.”

Her eyes sparkled and something shifted in her face. Your thumb brushed against her pulse point and her eyelids fluttered closed. She seemed to tense under your touch. You drew your hands back.

“Sorry,” you said, not able to look at her.

“No, it’s okay,” she said, grip on your hips tightening, “it’s all part of the ruse, right?”

“Of course.” Your heart dropped.

You placed your hands back on her shoulders, swaying in time with the music, but the bubble was broken. Of course she was just playing the part of doting girlfriend, any truth was coming all from your side. Someone as amazing as her deserved so much better than you.

“Do you want another drink?” she asked.

“God, yes,” you sighed, “please.”

Her hand was warm in yours as she led you off the dance floor. You rested your head against her shoulder as she got you a cup of the punch. She turned, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear after passing you the cool glass. She lent towards you, breath ghosting over your skin. You shivered as her lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Morticia seems to be furious,” she whispered, “who knew you were such an accomplished actress?”

You turned your head, nose brushing against her cheek. You were so close you could kiss her. You wanted to. The desperation must have been showing on your face. She pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, so close to the corner of your mouth. You took a shaky breath in you were sure she must have heard it.

“She keeps looking over at us,” she murmured as she drew back.

“I’m glad we’re putting no a good show then,” you replied, almost keeping your voice steady.

She quirked an eyebrow at you but you didn’t have an answer for her. Instead you took a drink from your glass, a small dribble coming out the corner of your mouth. She chuckled, thumb swiping away the wetness along your lips.

You didn’t think, nipping at the pad of her thumb. A pretty blush bloomed over her cheeks and her eyes darkened. Your eyes widened and your breath stilled. The way she was looking at you made you tremble. You felt heat bloom low in your stomach.

“You love birds look as if you’re in need of some privacy.”

You jerked away from Larissa, heart hammering in your chest. You couldn’t bare to look at either her or Morticia as you tried to wrestle your control back. It wasn’t happening.

“I know you’re concerned about students but there are no students here,” Morticia continued when it became clear she wasn’t going to get an answer, “surely you can give your love a kiss instead of forcing her to wait.”

“Some of us have more self discipline than others, Morticia,” Larissa replied, a hand slipping around your waist, resting on the swell of your hip, “our relationship is not on display for everyone.”

“Just one little kiss,” Morticia wheedled, “unless perhaps you’ve been overstating your relationship.”

It was a goading attack but you knew the moment Larissa made her mind up. Stiffening beside you, you turned to tell off Morticia. A warm hand cupped your cheek, turning you further towards Larissa.

You froze under the brush of her lips. She kissed you harder and you couldn’t do anything but wait for it to be done. Once she drew back your heart began hammering again.

“I’m sorry, I have to…”

You couldn’t look at them, unable to form a proper excuse before you turned on your heels and strode out of the room. You didn’t know where you were going, only knowing you needed some space from the woman you could still taste on your lips.

The night air hit you like a truck as you emerged in the quad. You took a shuddering breath in, stopping, wrapping your arms around yourself. Tears gathered in your eyes and all you could do was curse yourself for agreeing to this, knowing it would ruin your heart.

The air changed and you knew someone was behind you. Larissa said your name, achingly apologetic. You shook your head, refusing to turn around.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, “we never discussed if that was okay and I overstepped. I lose all control when it comes to her. It’s like I see red. I’m so sorry for allowing you to end up on the receiving end of that.”

“It’s okay,” you said, hating how choked up you sounded.

“Clearly it’s not.

“It’s not important,” you said, “I’m sorry if I ruined it with Morticia.”

“I don’t care about that.”

Strong hands landed on your shoulders, turning you to look at her. Fingers on your chin lifted your face until you were looking at her and it was like your chest broke open at the expression on her face. Her thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“I care about you being okay.”

“I’ll be fine,” you replied, “you should go back in. Give my apologies. I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” she said, “please tell me what’s wrong. Please.”

“I shouldn’t have said suggested this. I wanted to help you out so desperately but I knew it was a bad idea,” you said.

“It was a wonderful idea, darling,” she replied, cutting you off before you could continue.

“Not for me. I just…” You squeezed your eyes closed, “Larissa, I have feelings for you and I know you don’t feel the same but pretending with you is killing me. I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

“Who said I don’t feel the same?”

Your eyes snapped open. She was looking down at you, still worried but there was a smile curling the corner of her mouth.

“What?”

“Darling, I’m hardly going to agree to pose as a couple with someone I didn’t have feelings for. I thought you were the one pretending for my sake,” she replied.

“I don’t…” You couldn’t wrap your mind around what she was saying.

“You’re my entire world, darling. And I’d really like to kiss you for real now.”

You didn’t give her the chance. You pulled her down into a bruising kiss, laughing and crying and unable to stop. She was kissing you back, her tongue stroking along your bottom lip until you gasped and it swept into your mouth. You were clutching at her and everything was so intense it was making your entire mind blank.

“See, cara mia, I told you they were okay.”

You broke away, peeking over her shoulder. Gomez and Morticia were standing in the doorway, watching the two of you. Morticia’s lips were pressed together and her hand appeared to be gripping Gomez’s arm tightly. He, however, was smiling.

“I think Morticia was right,” you said. Larissa turned to look at you sharply, “I think we do need some privacy.”

Her face broke into a bright smile, her thumb brushing away the last of your tears. You hummed, slipping your hand into hers and dragging her past the Addams couple with a bright smile and a murmured goodnight.

The mingled anger and jealousy on Morticia’s face was just the cherry on top of the cake.

[krispycreamcake]

Weeping Angel

From author: I'm in the mood for ayayui angst, so here's a short story I pulled out my ass

A gush of wind flew past her threads of gold, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The night wrapped around her frail frame like a velvety cloak, studded with iridescent stars, decorating the darkness into something that could only be described as straight out of the palm of God.

She clutched her rosarie, blue fingers wrapping around the red gems on the cross. She silently prayed for forgiveness, for repentance, for survival. God wouldn't answer, he couldn't hear her over her screaming cries. As her fingers brushed past the stone walls of that oh so cold mansion, she could only think of all the horrible atrocities that she'd been through, of the vile acts that have been committed in those very walls to not just her, but to hundreds of women alike.

Her footsteps quiet and swift as she took off, shoes nowhere to be seen. Her bare feet crunched the leaves and pebbles under her as she muttered quiet prayers. Vampires were nocturnal, they were built for the dark, molded by Satan himself to hunt any creature that dare show its face in the pale moonlight of the earth.

Wrists were bruised blue and black from the chains Ayato had put her in. She can't remember what led to the argument but she did remember how he threw her to the floor and choked her almost completely lifeless. She woke up bound to the dungeon's walls for who knew how long until Subaru set her free. His eyes filled with guilt and disgust as he watched her from the balcony, waiting, lurking, for the right time to leave.

Yui's heart raced as the creatures of the twilight zone all started to harmonize, singing, begging for her to turn back, go back to the only home that would accept her as she was. She shook her head and ran further into the forest, randomizing her directions so it'd be harder to track her down, or at least that's what she hoped for. Could she truly outrun a vampire? Outrun Ayato?

Why was she even running? She's only endangering herself with a false paradise, her dream to make it out of there alive was just that, a dream. No- no, she had to keep running, she had to keep moving. The reason doesn't even matter now, what mattered was that she made it back home. Home... What a strange word. After everything, did she even have a home anymore? If everything she's learnt about her father- NO! She kept doubting herself, doubting even those around her. At that rate, she'll never hear the chatter of strangers on the streets again, or smell her father's cooking, or see the way the sky lights up for the Nagasaki lantern festival, she'll never feel the safety of her bedsheets comforting her after a scary movie.

She can't give it all up, she can't lose her sanity, she can't lose herself. The path in front of her was pitch black, she couldn't even see her own two hands. Snap. Her body froze as her breathing came to a halt. Yui's feet were glued to the ground below her. Her heart pulsed beneath her supple flesh, trying to burst through her chest. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on its edges as this beastly abomination lurked closer to where she was. She didn't have to guess, she knew it was Ayato, she could feel his predatory gaze stalking her. After living with them for so long she grew accustomed to the sound of his movements, of his footsteps.

She held her breath and in an instant she made a run for it in a random direction. Taking off with as much stamina as her body could siphon. Before she could take two steps in front of her, she felt her wrist get twisted as it was yanked backwards, almost popping her arm out of her socket. The injured female cried out in pain as the aggravated red head wrapped his arms around her body, her back pressing into his stomach. Ayato buried his head in the crook of her neck as tears flowed from his prey, almost choking on them.

"Let me go Ayato- Stop it! You can't do this to me anymore!" Yui screamed as she thrashed about, trying to free herself. Ayato slapped his hand over her mouth, refusing to look up from her neck. "Just shut up! I get it! I fucking get it! You want to leave-to run away with some other man and live some kind of fantasy! Well too bad.... I'm all you get.... All you have so you better-"

"ENOUGH AYATO!" Silence drowned them both as neither decided to take reign of the conversation. Yui decided to speak up knowing that Ayato would just turn this whole thing around on her. "I don't want other men- sometimes I don't even want to leave, all I wanted was you..." Ayato spun her around, clutching her bony shoulders, holding her still in place as he watched the expression on her face.

"Wanted?" Ayato repeated. If his heart could beat, it would be going crazy right about now. A cold sweat overtook him as his panicked gaze scanned her lifeless one. "I thought that maybe if we met each other under different circumstances we could've actually been friends, but..... Holding onto thoughts of 'what ifs' is only making me more miserable day by day." Ayato's grip on her began to falter as his body convulsed and shook.

"We can still-" Yui covered her ears and shook her head. "Just stop it Ayato, please! I'm not done." Yui said as she began to tear up once more. "It's gotten to where it isn't just me this is affecting, i- we can't live like this and it's become apparent that you're not going to change." Ayato gulped as a small stream of tears made its way down his face. Her heart aches as she wished she could just wipe his tears and make this all go away, but this isn't something that she can just make disappear, not this time.

"Heh..... Even when you're in so much pain, you're still thinking about others, after everything I've done to you. God you stupid woman, why can't you just be selfish for once!?" Ayato shouted out at Yui as a flood of emotions enveloped him.

"I am! I AM!" Yui retorted back almost violently. "I am being selfish Ayato... I'm not talking about you." The desperate vampire blinked away his tears. "Well who the HELL are you talking about?? There's no one else but us!" Yui's throat grew dry as she tried to figure out how to word her thoughts. Ayato grew impatient and began to shake her shoulders, demanding an answer.

"I'm pregnant! I'm.....oh god-.........I'm pregnant." That last part came out as a whisper as she fell to her knees and began to sob into her hands as Ayato stood there dumbfounded as the world around him began to spin. He crouched down next to her and wrapped his arms around her once again, taking her into his chest. "Yui-" His words were cut short as blood began to pool in his mouth.

Yui sat there as her hands clenched Subaru's knife. She split his flesh open and watched as the crimson liquid dyed her hair and clothes. His limp body fell with a thud as she wailed like a ghastly banshee, screeching into the night sky, as she held his pale face in her equally pale hands. Tears poured onto his bloodied body, coating him in cold mourning. She couldn't fix this, she couldn't pretend that she was ok anymore. Ayato was simply irredeemable.

[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 58.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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"how are you coping with being completely ignored for about two hours?" minhyuk asked karina as he popped another fish cake into his mouth.

"i'm fine." the appointee folded her arms, acting exaggeratedly nonchalant. "as you guys told me the four times i threatened to leave: she's with her girlfriend, and i respect that she has a girlfriend." she reiterated.

"exactly, my friend. besides," seungkwan paused to take a bite of his hotteok. "you said you'd take distance from her and that's what you're doing now." the addressed and minhyuk nodded. "in a healthy way where you can still have good times together."

"but we're not having good times together, we're just being around each other!" the girl exalted, shouting in a whisper so as not to be heard by who was the center of the conversation, who was walking a little ahead of them, holding her girlfriend by the waist.

"stay calm." the golfer pointed the thin stick with food on it towards her. "you were mad at her first." he reminded.

"yes, but i have a reason to be, meanwhile she's ignoring me just because."

"not 'just because', she's with her girlfriend who hates you." reasoned his best friend.

"but why would she inv-"

"oh, crystals!" squealed haru excitedly, distracting the three people from their chat.

the girl stopped next to a small stall filled with handcrafted accessories and decorations, especially things that included various crystals. she nodded her head politely to the woman who was tending and began to look at what it was offering. the group a few steps behind the couple moved a little closer to wait for her as she picked something out.

"love, look!"

she pointed towards some models of couple necklaces. they were simple, just a lace holding a beautifully stylized metal, which held a stone of your choice inside. the fun of these was that the material that held the crystal detached from a small magnet, so that if both necklaces were brought close enough, they would inevitably come together.

haru took two and began swinging them in the air, playing, watching them stick and peel off, causing her to laugh, and thus the others as well.

"what do you say?" she turned to her partner and raised her arms, still holding the two objects in her hands, as these were connected, bringing these up to her face level to properly show them to her.

"oh, you really want to buy those?" questioned kazuha with surprise, the joy leaving her face.

"don't you want to?" kwon dropped her arms.

"baby, i don't like them." she confessed, guilt showing all over her face. "they look..." she thought. "i don't know, cheap." she mumbled trying not to let the lady manning the stall hear.

"they have magnets." she lifted the product again, making both pieces collide, as if she wanted to prove kazuha wrong.

"sorry." she shook her head, trying to maintain sympathy.

haru turned around spiritless, her face dull, and put the necklaces back in place, dedicating a few apologies to the owner for wasting her time.

"i've never liked a person less." opined the short boy and took another bite of his dessert.

"she's the nicest person in the world!" added minhyuk wryly.

"guys, i can't. it's the barney effect." blurted out jimin suddenly as she watched the golfer apologize.

"k, you have to get away from her." warned the athlete, putting his hand on the girl's shoulder to stop her as she started walking towards his friend.

"jimmy, kazuha hates you!" murmured seungkwan in exasperation, trying to grab her jacket to pull her back.

"you tried to kiss her and you don't know why! karina!" the taller one tried to talk some sense into her, but she was already by the stall.

"how pretty those rings! hello!" she greeted the woman behind the table cheerfully, then linked her arm with her trainer's to keep her next to her as she pretended to analyze the options in front of her.

seeing her friend's action, the two males who had been left behind moved in quick strides, trying to remain unnoticed, and stood on either side of kazuha. just in case.

"i love those necklaces, are these the ones you liked?" she gestured toward the ornaments, then she turned her head to look at the woman, who wasn't even surprised by her abrupt actions, as she was still slumped over.

"yes." she affirmed, jaundiced. "they have magnets." she reported.

"do you like crystals?"

"yes, they're nice." she looked at the ones on the table. "i don't really care if they have properties, i just think they're very beautiful."

"which one did you want?" jimin took her eyes off haru, trying to look casual as she scanned over the stand.

"that one, it's my zodiac's" she aimed her finger at a specific stone. "and i was going to ask for the peridot for zuha, because i read that it's leo's birthstone." she smiled shyly. "zuha is a leo."

karina felt her heart squeezing, she couldn't help but feel compassion and annoyance at the same time at how much it thrilled the older to simply share with her partner something of their own, like their birthstones, and that the latter still hadn't accepted.

"could i have a pair of these, please, with this stone?" jimin suddenly asked the seller, pointing to the gem haru had told her she wanted. "and which one relates to aries?"

kwon was moving her head all over the place in confusion and surprise, looking to understand what was going on, also to find her girlfriend's reaction and avoid anything that might happen. but she seemed to be calm, serious, but calm.

the professional couldn't guess if it was because her friends were guarding her like two bodyguards, or if it was because she knew that if she wanted to have avoided the reaction of her couple's new friend, she should've accepted the necklaces in the first place.

"oh, the diamond." the woman replied excitedly to the question jimin had asked. "it's strong and brilliant, like aries." she described as she began to prepare both personified pieces.

"then, the other one be with the diamond." she requested happily after hearing the description. "did you hear? she said i'm brilliant." she boasted confidently to her companion, causing her to laugh.

they stood in silence for a few minutes, waiting for their new acquisition to be ready, karina still with her arm wrapped around haru's. minhyuk and seungkwan started chatting to pass the moment, trying to include kazuha to distract her and keep her from losing the patience she was surprisingly keeping.

once ready, the younger one thanked the woman and paid, not allowing her teacher to spend money, and then passed hers to her. they each tied the one that belonged to them around their necks and immediately began to joke around with the function of the magnets, graciously moving their heads and bodies to cause the accessories to flutter and see if they could get them to join.

"oh!" they shouted in unison vivaciously once they got it to happen only to burst into laughter after by their reaction.

"thank you." haru said sincerely once she stopped laughing and separated both stones. "i really wanted them." she looked at her friend tenderly.

"i didn't do it for you." the said raised a judging eyebrow and with her hand pushed her hair back. "they're awesome, i wanted one for myself." she averted her gaze, faking disinterest.

but her act of indifference was not very helpful nor did it last that long, as haru abruptly jumped in to wrap her in a hug, resting her head on her shoulder and squeezing her tightly, but not hurting her.

"thank you, jimmy!" she claimed again before quickly pulling away.

"you're welcome, haru." she replied looking at her lovingly before she walked away to show her new accessory to her girlfriend.

[myspaceisra]

𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒

— 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

hey everyone ! by reading call of duty fanfictions, I was inspired and I would like to help writers who are struggling to find code names for their character (whether for y/n [the reader] or for original characters) !

here then is a list of codenames (with their definition, their meaning and what they reflect of the person who has it, arranged in alphabetical order) :

* there are feminine, masculine and neutral names ! mostly neutral.

« 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 » !

collar [noun.] : an ornamental chain or string of

beads, jewels, or links worn round

the neck.

[verb.] : to kill someone by putting a

burning rubber tyre around their

neck.

– the person who bears this name (here a woman, because of the funfact of this code name below), could have a soft and welcoming apparence (according to others). She is literally sweet, very calm, rather unsociable and a little shy, but who nevertheless knows how to get out of her comfort zone and be an excellent ally: faithful, efficient and always there for the good moment. We consider ourselves lucky to have her and we do not want to lose her (in anyway, no matter what relationship we have with her).

– Fun fact! : This code name is taken from « She’s my collar », the name of one of Gorillaz and Kali Uchis' songs (two artists I love. This song is a featuring they made together.). In the song, the "collar" was very important and necessary, we can’t hate her. We always end up coming back to her, no matter how ok you try to get away from her. She's literally the collar.

« 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 » !

crown [noun.] : a circular ornamental headdress

worn by a monarch as a symbol

of authority, usually made of or

decorated with precious metals

and jewels.

[noun.] : the top or highest part of

something.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion). However, I think the code name itself says a lot about the role of the person wearing it: they would probably be someone in charge, leading a group.

– Fun fact! : ‘Crown’ is the name of one of Freddie Dredd's songs (an artist I appreciate very much. my favorite song from him is Witness.)

« 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 » !

faith [noun.] : strong belief in the doctrines of a

religion, based on spiritual

conviction rather than proof.

[noun.] : complete trust or confidence in

someone or something.

• synonym: trust.

– i think the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is a person you can trust, who covers everyone's backs. They’re a good right arm, and very chill person.

« 𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄 » !

kerosene [noun.] : a clear liquid with a strong

smell made from coal or

petroleum and used as a fuel

in jet engines or heaters and

lights.

– the person who bears this name (regardless of gender, this one is neutral in my opinion), as its definition implies, is important is useful, being the engine, the energy of something. so I would imagine a leader (of squad or whatever) having it.

– Fun fact! : Kerosene is the name of one of Crystal Castles' songs (one of my favorite musical band. my favorite song from them is Untrust us.)

– For people who would find this name long, Keros (which would come from « kerosene ») or Kero (which sounds like the word « hero ») simply are also very good !

« 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 » !

leather [noun.] : a material made from the skin

of an animal by tanning or a

similar process.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a woman with it!), to be honest.. I am sorry. This code name just reminded of the names « Lea » and « Luther ».

Do not hesitate to explain your ideas about it in the comment section.

« 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 » !

rain [noun.] : the condensed moisture of the

atmosphere falling visibly in

separate drops.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is a very stoic person, but not necessarily unsociable. We don’t really know what we think of them : they’re like something that falls suddenly without warning and which makes you sick if you do nothing, which can do good or harm (they reflect what rain is, so).

– Fun fact! : Rain (in the pronunciation) looks like the word « Reine » in French which means queen.

« 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌 » !

realm [noun.] : a kingdom.

[noun.] : a field or domain of activity or

interest.

– i don’t really have a personality ideas of the person who would bear this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a woman with it!), to be honest.. I am sorry.

Do not hesitate to explain your ideas about it in the comment section.

« 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍 » !

siren [noun.] : in greek mythology, a woman

whose song lured unwary sailors

to the rocks.

[noun.] : a device that makes a loud

prolonged signal or warning sound.

– the person who bears this name (rather a woman because of the first definition) is not referred to her charm, her physical appearance, but to her ability to deceive the enemy and to mope in the decor, in the role she plays. this name would therefore go well with a spy (or a traitor, it depends on the point of view of the relations that this woman has with others).

« 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍 » !

thorn [noun.] : a stiff, sharp-pointed woody

projection on the stem or other

part of a plant.

– the person who bears this name (this one is neutral in my opinion, but I would see more of a men with it!), is a dangerous person. this name is given to him by his bloody parlmaress and his modus operandi that sends shivers down your spine. this name is therefore given to him more for their activities than his person itself.

« 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏 » !

vamp [noun.] : a woman who is confident that

she is attractive to men makes

use of it in order to get what she

wants, who uses her charm or

wiles to seduce and exploit men.

– the person who bears this name (here a woman because of the definition) is not referred to her charm, her physical appearance, but to her ability to deceive the enemy and to mope in the decor, in the role she plays. this name would therefore go well with a spy (or a traitor, it depends on the point of view of the relations that this woman has with others).

« 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 » !

weather [noun.] : the state of the atmosphere at

a particular place and time as

regards heat, cloudiness,

dryness, sunshine, wind, rain,

etc.

[verb.] : wear away or change the

appearance or texture of

(something) by long exposure to

the atmosphere.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), could be someone who is lunatic, does things well (although sometimes acts on a whim), and who adapts to any situation. They are easy-going and stubborn at the same time and likes to be in control of anything ! So I see this person being a leader, an example, someone we like to follow, ect, despite their flaws.

– Fun fact! : Weather is the name of one of Freddie Dredd's songs (an artist I appreciate very much. my favorite song from him is Witness.)

« 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 » !

worth [noun.] : the level at which someone or

something deserves to be valued

or rated.

[adj.] : sufficiently good, important, or

interesting to be treated or

regarded in the way specified.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is someone you trust. they’re a moralizer, someone who puts people in their place when necessary, who always has the right words.

« 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 » !

wraith [noun.] : a ghost or ghostlike image of

someone, especially one seen

shortly before or after their

death.

• synonym: spectre, ghost.

[noun.] : a wisp or faint trace of

something.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), is someone you trust. they’re a moralizer, someone who puts people in their place when necessary, who always has the right words.

« 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 » !

youth [noun.] : the period between childhood

and adult age.

– the person who bears this name (gender doesn't matter, this one is neutral in my opinion), as its definition implies, is just young (but not a minor). I would imagine the person who has this code name to be the youngest person in the group they are in.

𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 !

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.

𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍

𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢.

( 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 ‘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚙’ 💋 )

© 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀 ! 2022

[sleepingdeath-light]

winged s/o hcs ; golden cheese cookie

requested by ; anonymous (04/11/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; golden cheese cookie

outline ; “if it’s not too much trouble, could I request golden cheese with a winged reader ?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

you having wings wouldn’t impact your relationship with her too much — in that you’re still just as likely to be spoiled rotten and waited on hand and foot — but there would be a few distinct differences in how she’d approach physical affection and your dates as a couple

of course preening and mutual wing care becomes a big thing for the two of you once your relationship is official (she can’t have her beloved consort going out with their wings in such an unsightly state, after all) and it becomes something of a nightly ritual for the two of you to massage and preen and fluff each others wings until they look just right

it’s a slow process and done exclusively in private: delicately and slowly removing any damaged feathers, carefully washing each wing to make sure they’re as clean as possible and all debris and detritus is gone, smoothing out every feather until everything is in its proper place, gently pat each wing until they’re completely dry, and then turn around so that the process can be repeated on you

she buys you so many products and ornaments to help care for and decorate your wings safely — you will never be without something to make your wings look, feel, and smell nice so long as you’re with her (and she might even buy you matching decorations to go with all of your matching jewellery just to further emphasise the face that you’re in a relationship with the golden sovereign herself)

if you never learned how to fly then she’s more than happy to teach you — and despite her reputation she’s nothing short of patient and encouraging when it comes to you, which is exactly what you need when you’re trying to leap out of your comfort zone

you two go on random flights together all of the time — whether that’s just to take in the glory and beauty of the golden cheese kingdom, to visit her friends abroad, or just to clear your heads after a long day of doing your royal duties — and whilst they’re mostly very calming and filled with laughter and lightness, occasionally she’ll make it into a sort of friendly competition about who can go the fastest, who can perform the most impressive tricks in the air, etc.

really they’re just another way for her to show off to you and earn your awe and respect, but she’s more than happy to fawn over you in turn if you manage to win those friendly competitions (even if she’s a bit of a sore loser at times)

in addition to her usual collection of pet names she uses with you, she’ll also occasionally use some that allude to your wings — e.g. ‘my precious little bird’, or something more specific to your person whilst still being along those lines

if you wrap your wings around you whilst you’re hugging or sleeping in bed together then she’ll get the cutest little smile on her face as she pulls you closer and wraps her wings around you in return — of course by then you’re either already asleep or have your face buried in the crook of your neck so you’re unlikely to ever see it, but you don’t need to see her smiling to know that she is because she’s so very easy to read

[roguelov]

Imagine Dream and you watching a scary movie and you being terrified even though you know it's not real. Dream comforts you by holding you close and snuggling with you.

Yes!!! This one for all my scaredy cats (me included!)

Why?

Why did you think this was a good idea?

You thought you would step out of your comfort zone and watch a scary movie, one everyone recommended and praised about.

However, your body was on high alert. You clutched a decorative pillow from your couch tight to your chest. It was your only comfort. You wanted to tear your eyes away from the unfolding scene, but you couldn’t. You had to know what happens, despite the fear you were slowly choking on.

When a rather intense scene popped up, you whipped your head away wincing. A whimper almost bubbles out of you.

Dream peered over at you. While you were curled into a ball, clutching a pillow with wide eyes, Dream was sitting comfortably unbothered.

His heart broke at the sight.

Dream spoke softly, “Come here, my dear.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. He immediately wrapped his arms over your shoulders, drawing you towards him. Dropping the pillow, you fell into him and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“I feel so stupid,” you muttered quietly. “It’s just a dumb movie.”

He rubbed your back. “A movie whose purpose is to frighten you, so no it is not stupid.”

You grumbled.

A loud bang followed by a scream made you jump. Your whole body tensed up frozen in fear.

Dream tightened his arms around you, whispering, “It’s okay, I would never let anything harm you.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself.

“Here.” Dream waved his hand, shutting off the tv. “Now, nothing should scare you.”

“… thanks.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Shall I put on a different movie? Something more lighthearted?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Perhaps, I can tell you a story instead.”

A smile tugged on your lips. “Please?”

“Of course.”

Taking a deep breath, his hypnotic voice wrapped around you. He trailed his finger along your back drawing shapes as you completely relaxed into him. He instantly weaved a story of adventure and most of all of love.

And in seconds, you were fast asleep.

Dream smiled. No nightmares will bother you. Only sweet dreams for his sweet mortal.

[bumbledi]

♡ The road to parenthood ♡

Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your relationship with Wakatoshi through the years and the beginning of a new chapter in it.

Warning: pregnancy (?)

Note: hey! This is my first time writing a haikyuu fic. Also, English is not my first language so hopefully this turned out good. I hope you like it and I would like to read your thoughts :) also, there might be a pt. 2? Idk

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Read the sequel “The road of parenthood”:

Part 1

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Ever since you met Ushijima Wakatoshi in high school you knew he was going to be someone special in your life.

You actually met him by a friend in common, Tendo.

When he found out that you played for the “Shiratorizawa Female volleyball club” after being partners on a protect, he stuck by your side ever since. And it didn’t take him long to introduce you to his incredibly handsome and straightforward friend.

Of course you thought that he was stoic at first, everybody does... But Tendo knew exactly what he was doing.

Your friendly and outgoing personality made it easier for you two to be friends and eventually a couple.

Wakatoshi actually has a very tender personality, of course it took time for you to bond and trust each other but you eventually did and stared dating almos at the end of your second year of high school.

You knew he was a complete volleyball head so yo tried to take him out of his comfort zone the more you could. Going out in dates, taking the train to the city and go to watch a movie, sneaking to his dorm to make out and something a little bit more lewd in your last year of high school, you know, horny teenagers...

♡ ♡

Even tough the first year after you graduated wasn’t easy, you manage to stay together and continue developing your relationship. You moved together, adopted a cat together, traveled together, got engaged and married.

But now, you two are getting ready for a different level challenge, you are expecting your first child together. After talking about it a lot, discussing if you could provide a child without a problem, which you could easily, you both tested your fertility and once you got a green flag, you started trying for a baby.

Ushijima definitely aimed correctly because one month later you got a positive result!

You remember perfectly... it was a Tuesday, your period was 5 days late and you just couldn’t deal with the anticipation, so you took a pregnancy test and as expected, POSITIVE. You cried your eyes out right there, sitting on the edge of the ofuro, so excited to tell Wakatoshi. You also took another test, just to make sure it wasn’t a false positive, spoiler... it wasn’t.

After taking some pictures of the tests, you got your car keys and drove to the closest mall in your area, you got to a baby shop and picked up a little beige onesie with elephants on it, along with a tiny hat.

While you were at the mall, you also got a little gift box and some groceries for you both... You drove back home and prepared the little surprise, the onesie and hat, along with the tests you took and a little Vabo-chan plushie, Wakatoshi gave you a while ago. You left the box on the kitchen counter and continued your day, waiting for your husband’s arrival.

Once he got home from practice that day, you played as cool as posible so he couldn’t figure it out.

“Remember that cool store we saw on downtown the other day?” you asked you husband once he was done changing into more comfortable clothes.

“The one with the cool decor? Yeah...”

“I went there and got something cool after I was done with the groceries! It’s in the white box, over there”

He spotted the box and grabbed it in his hands. You stopped what you were doing and looked at him without even blinking.

He opened the box and after he took a little moment to process, he took the onesie in his hand and looked at you with expecting eyes.

“Are you for real?” You nodded with a smile on your face “Oh my god, (Y/N)...” he walked towards you and embarrassed you in his arms “thank you...”

“We’re going to have a baby” You sobbed in his arm “everyone is gonna lose it” you both laughed...

♡ ♡

You decided to wait past the first trimester for you to tell your friends and family, only to make sure baby was fine and healthy.

You told your mom and sister first, they were over the moon with the news. Then you told Wakatoshi’s parents, even tho his mom is super serious she was extremely happy and greatul for a grand child and you told his dad via face time, he was almost crying with the news.

You told your friends after that, starting with Satori, who was in town visiting from Paris, perfect timing huh?

He screamed and hugged you both, in complete joy for having a niece. And yes, he was sure you’ll be having a little girl.

If you see the big picture, all this was thanks to the old guess monster, he literally matched you up.

You also told your best friend, Akemi, which literally cried of joy. Finally you told the rest of your closest friends. And you shared a little post on a Instagram sharing the news with the world, short to say, everyone went nuts.

Soon enough you house was full with presents from friends, family and a bunch of brands.

You work as a publicly manager for the volleyball association and the company was kind enough to let you work both from home and attending the office.

So you would spend some days at home in company of yours and Wakatoshi’s cat, Mochi.

The first trimester was tough... You were super tired and sleepy which made work difficult and you were picky with the food but at least you weren’t feeling nauseous and throwing up.

But when you were having cravings your husband was ready to satisfied them.

He will arrive home with your favorite foods and dessert and was ready to pamper you all you wanted.

So for the las couple of months you two were super busy debating if you should move to a proper house or if you should stay in your current apartment. You ended up agreeing on staying in the apartments and later in move to a house of your own. So when you decided to stay in your apartment we started preparing baby’s room little by little.

♡ ♡

You were currently starting your 5th month and Wakatoshi has been touchier than ever, not only with the belly but he says he finds you more gorgeous than ever with the pregnancy glow manifesting.

“Mmh...” you growled once again while Wakatoshi tried to hold your belly in the middle of the night “stop it.” You said while taking his hand off of you.

And it didn’t took long until he did it again

“Wakatoshi...” You squirm away from him but he just wouldn’t give up.

And that was for the time when you didn’t want to be all touchy and all... Horny pregnancy season was soon to arrive.

This was only the first phase of the adventure, huh?

[gina103]

Christmas Break Part 1!

Ember and Jamie are back, and it's Christmas in July! it's been such a long time since I posted anything with them. I'll try to get part 2 out this next week or so. Enjoy!

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Ember felt absolutely sick to her stomach.

Winter break had finally begun, and the excitement in the air was tangible. Now that finals were over, which had been a grueling experience for both Jamie and Ember, Jamie doing the studying and exam taking, and Ember being the tutor/study buddy, they were now on the way to Jamie’s family home for the break.

Whether it was the carsickness or the fact that she was going to be spending the entire break with Jamie, Ember’s stomach was flipping like an Olympic gymnast. She was excited, of course. This was her first time being so far from home, and she was going to experience Christmas with someone else for the first time since the death of her family. She imagined Jamie’s house, all decorated with lights just like in the movies, with a beautiful Christmas tree, lavished in ornaments and twinkling lights. There would be presents, music, laughter, and most importantly, there would be Jamie.

It would be an amazing opportunity to see where Jamie grew up, and to overall, get to know him more on a deeper level. Because one thing that Ember had realized was that she cared for Jamie in a way unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. In spending more time with him, hopefully, she could figure out what her strange new feelings meant.

Slowly, she snuck a glance at Jamie in the driver’s seat. Ember was situated in the passenger seat, wrapped up in a bundled-up scarf. Jamie was obviously driving, one hand was gripping the steering wheel, the other in his lap tapping to the beat of the music playing. His eyes were fixed on the road, but Ember could tell he was excited, she could see the smile worming in and out of his facial expression, he loved his family so much. He had told her about his little sister and how he couldn’t wait to see how much she’d grown in his absence. Her name was Sarah, she was seven years old and according to Jamie, the cutest little girl you’d ever see.

Ember knew it wouldn’t be wise to reveal herself to any of his family members, so they mutually agreed to keep her a secret from them. He didn’t have any pets so there wasn’t anything to worry about on that front, thank God.

“You ok?” Jamie asked her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Just a little nervous,” Ember replied.

“About what exactly?”

“Well, everything,” Ember gazed up at the car’s ceiling, “I don’t know how everything’s going to go, and this whole idea is just so completely out of my comfort zone…”

She trailed off, feeling Jamie’s glances at her.

“It’ll all be fine. Don’t worry, it’s totally normal to be nervous. You’re actually doing better than I thought you would,” he said comfortingly.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I thought you would’ve thrown up by now.”

“Gross!”

They both laughed for a moment before Jamie continued.

“But seriously though, you might be nervous right now but when we get there, it’ll all melt away. I mean, when I first moved into college, I felt exactly the same as you.”

Ember briefly remembered move-in day, it all felt so long ago. That was before everything, before she’d ever met Jamie. Life felt so different than it did now. Before Jamie, life used to pass by in a blurry haze, with nothing to remember it by and nothing to live for with nothing to do but survive. Oh, how far away that was now.

“Did you? I didn’t think humans really got nervous about things like that,” Ember observed.

“What did you think we got nervous about?”

Ember thought for a moment. She didn’t really imagine humans being nervous at all, they were so big and seemed so impenetrable that she couldn’t really conceptualize what they would have to be nervous about.

“I don’t know, maybe your little gadgets not working?” she finally said.

Jamie let out a laugh, “Well, you aren’t wrong on that front.”

They continued to pass the time with their small conversations, each one working to melt away Ember’s nerves a little bit at a time. The scenery outside the window flashed by too quickly for her to comprehend. Fields dotted with cows, trees still clinging to the last of their leaves, an overcast sky, it all had it’s own beauty in a way. Jamie mentioned that he would make a ‘hot chocolate’ drink for her to try once they reached their destination, and Ember was very much looking forward to it, but the thought of reaching their destination also made her palms sweaty. She was glad her hands were too small for Jamie to notice.

At last, Jamie pulled up into the driveway of a pleasant looking suburban home.

He looked down at her after he put his car in park. “You ready? It’s gonna be a little bit crazy until I can get to my room.”

Ember took a deep breath, puffing up her chest a pit to emphasize whatever slimmer of confidence she had. “I’m ready.”

“Alright.”

Jamie laid out his hand for her to climb on. Once she was settled, he moved her to a pocket on the inside of his jacket, closest to his body.

“I wore this jacket specifically for this,” He joked, “no chance anyone will notice a lump.”

“How clever.” Ember agreed playfully. She slipped into the pocket, immediately noticing how warm it was, Jamie’s heartbeat thumped loudly, she could hear and feel his lungs expanding and contracting. A blush spread on her face, why did this feel so intimate?

The last thing she could clearly see was the cloud-covered sky as Jamie got out of his car.

“Mom!”

-

He saw his mother almost running towards him, his father following close behind.

“Jamie!” His mother called, getting ready to wrap him in one of her bone-crushing hugs.

Jamie’s eyes widened. This could spell disaster for his little passenger. He stuck his hands out frantically.

“Wait, Mom don’t!”

His mom stopped abruptly in confusion.

“Y-you remember how I told you my allergies were really bad right now? Well, my chest hurts pretty badly so it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to hug me.” Expertly handled.

“Oh, your chest hurts?” Motherly concern bloomed across her face instantly, “do you need to go to the doctor?”

“Honey! He’s fine, he’ll tell you if he needs the doctor,” his father interrupted, “Mom has been nonstop worrying about your drive.”

Jamie gave a lighthearted laugh. His mother was notoriously worried about everything.

“Well, I saw there was an accident on the highway, and I didn’t know whether you got stuck in traffic or anything,” she responded.

“The drive went fine, we- I didn’t run into any bad traffic,” Jamie said. His father was busy grabbing his suitcases out of the trunk.

“That’s good. Sarah is so excited to see you.”

“Speaking of Sarah, where is she?” His father asked closing the trunk.

Jamie was wondering the same until he saw the front door fly open once again, and a head of wispy blond hair belonging to his little sister darted towards him.

“Jamie!” Her high-pitched voice echoed. She almost slammed into him. Evidently, she inherited bone-crushing hugs from their mother. Thankfully, she didn’t quite reach his chest height-wise, therefore posing no consequences for his little passenger.

“Oh wow! You’ve gotten so big!” Jamie said enthusiastically.

“No, I haven’t!” She replied, “I’m still shorter than a lot of my friends!”

“Your friends must be giants then!”

His parents watched on fondly until his father coughed. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“It’s only 45, honey.”

“You’re from the Midwest, of course you would say that.”

Jamie walked into his childhood home and was delighted to see it decked out for the holidays already. The 7-foot-tall Christmas tree stood in the living room, ornaments covered it from head to toe, some hand-made from his and Sarah’s kindergarten days, some gifted to them by friends and family. Their four stockings hung down from the mantle, and a fire was already roaring. The movie Home Alone played on the TV, and Jamie felt his body decompress, the house felt so cozy, he had missed home dearly. He wished Ember could see everything he saw at the moment. He had scarcely felt any movement from his pocket since he got out of the car.

“I can take your jacket from you, your dad’s turned the house into a space heater,” his mother said holding her hands out for his jacket.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I’ll take it off in a little bit. I’ve got to start unpacking anyway.”

“Well ok, dinner should be ready in a little bit, I’ll call you when we’re ready to eat.”

Jamie nodded, grabbed his suitcases, and started upstairs to his bedroom. Ember had to be getting uncomfortable at this point, he couldn’t imagine being trapped in a pocket for this long, it had to be claustrophobic. He opened the door to his room and sighed in contentment, it had barely changed at all.

His bed was made, that was different, and the carpeted floors were freshly vacuumed, his mother’s doing no doubt. He set his suitcases down on the floor and closed the door, locking it in case Sarah barged in unexpectedly, she’d always had a habit of doing that.

He sat down on the bed. It was so much softer than his dorm bed. He felt a rush of excitement at the thought of going to sleep in it tonight. Slowly, he peeked into his inside jacket pocket, he hadn’t heard a peep from Ember yet since they’d been alone, and he found out why.

She was curled up inside his pocket sound asleep.

His heart warmed at the sight of her, how was she able to sleep with all the racket surrounding them? Jamie had no idea, but she looked absolutely adorable like that.

“Jamie! Dinner!” He heard his mother call.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he reached down into his pocket as gently as possible, slowly gathering Ember into his grasp and lifting her out of his pocket. He delicately placed her on one of his pillows. Somehow, that movement didn’t wake her up. He grabbed one of his blankets and arranged it so she was covered up to her head. Staring down at her tiny form, he felt a surge of fondness in his chest, he really wished he could give her a kiss too, but that would wake her up for sure. Instead, he rose from the bed, took off his jacket, and left the room as quietly as possible, taking one last look at her miniscule form on his pillow before heading downstairs to eat.

-

Ember slowly opened her eyes.

Taking in her surroundings, she realized she was in Jamie’s bedroom by herself. Listening quietly, she heard faint voices coming from downstairs and the sound of plates clattering.

They must be having dinner.

She sat up, she must have nodded off to sleep in Jamie’s pocket somehow. Her borrowing instincts must have decayed severely, she’d always been a light sleeper. Well, she’d barely slept the night before the road-trip. That may have caught up to her, also the fact that Jamie’s pocket had to have been the most comfortable place she’d ever slept in. It was just so warm, and the sound of his heartbeat was so close, she’d felt sleep clawing to take over her body as soon as she’d gotten settled. She couldn’t blame herself for giving in.

Now that she was in Jamie’s room, she felt her curiosity take over. This was his bedroom in the house he grew up in. She stood up on the cushy and uneven surface of the pillow. making her way across the bed towards his nightstand, she could see a desk across the room, cluttered with books, cups full of pens and pencils, and small picture frames containing photos that were too far away to make out the people in them. Besides his desk, there was a good-sized window right above it where Ember could see the sky had darkened quite a bit, it must’ve been late in the evening by now. The walls were a soft beige color with framed pictures and posters of various kinds littering them, a small TV was mounted in the corner, the floor was clean with vacuum marks, no clothes in sight, quite opposite from his dorm room. His navy blue and plaid duvet was cleanly arranged as well. The last thing Ember noticed was a certain picture frame directly to her right on the nightstand. Taking a closer look, she felt a smile spread across her face. It was a picture of Jamie. He couldn’t have been more than ten years old in the photo. He was holding up some kind of fish, with a huge proud smile on his face. An older man stood beside him, with one hand on Jamie’s shoulder and the other pointing at the fish. This must be his dad.

Ember felt her heart swell ten times. Little Jamie was just so darn cute.

At that moment, Ember heard human footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. Her borrowing instincts kicked in heavily, sending Ember scrambling back across the bed and diving underneath the blanket fully. She heard the door open and close softly.

“Ember?” Jamie’s voice whispered.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Ember poked her head out to see Jamie standing there with a plate in hand. He smiled upon seeing her right where he left her and sat on the bed.

“I brought you some dinner, I figured you’d be hungry.”

He put the plate down on the bed next to the pillow.

“It’s grilled chicken and some vegetables. I grabbed the smallest plate I could find.”

“Thank you so much, I'm actually starving,” Ember said gratefully. She made her way off the pillow and began eating the tiny portion he had gotten for her. She made a soft ‘mmm’ noise upon taking a bite, the meat was so juicy and flavorful.

“This is delicious!” She stuffed another bite into her already full mouth.

“My mom’s cooking will do that to you,” Jamie replied. He watched her amusedly.

They were quiet for a moment while Ember continued eating, and Jamie began opening his suitcases to unpack.

“So, how was your little nap?” He asked, putting clothes into his dresser.

Ember blushed in embarrassment. “Oh, it was alright I guess.”

“Just alright? It seemed more than alright to me.”

“I barely got any sleep last night. I was bound to fall asleep sooner or later.”

“Sureee.”

Ember's blush intensified, “stop smirking at me! I was sleep deprived!”

“I’m not smirking.”

“Yes, you were!”

“No, I wasn’t! Maybe you’re still sleep deprived, do you need to go back in my pocket?”

“Jamie!”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Jamie laughed.

Ember was sufficiently flustered now, and it didn’t help that Jamie definitely seemed to enjoy winding her up.

A soft knock was heard at the door, sending Ember’s heart to a screeching halt. She looked at Jamie who was frantically motioning for her to hide. She rushed to dive under the blanket once again just as the door opened a crack.

“Hey, do you want to come down? We’re putting a movie on downstairs,” Ember heard a woman’s voice say. Jamie’s mom.

It was pitch black underneath the blanket. “You guys can watch without me, I’m really tired from driving today,” she heard Jamie respond.

“Oh, okay…” She could tell his mother was disappointed, “Get some rest then, honey. Hopefully your chest will feel better tomorrow.”

“I will, Mom.”

The door closed softly.

“She’s gone,” Jamie whispered.

Ember crawled out from under the blanket. “Your chest is hurting?”

“No, I only said that to keep her from hugging me earlier,” Jamie looked at her suddenly, “you were asleep the whole time I was trying to keep you from being crushed.”

Ember laughed. “That means you did a really good job protecting me then.”

“Go me, I guess.”

It went quiet for a moment before Ember spoke again. “You don’t have to stay with me the entire time. You should go spend time with your family.”

“And leave my honored guest by herself? No way. I spent plenty of time with them at dinner.”

“But your mom said- “

“I want to hang out with you, Em. I didn’t bring you home out of obligation. I did it because I want to spend time with you, ok?”

Ember blushed. “O-ok…”

He smiled down at her, in that fond way that he always did nowadays. He reached out and took her hand in between his two fingers, warmly caressing it in a reassuring way.

“So, how about that hot chocolate?”

[jessjad]

Words

Summary: Stepping out of your comfort zone can open new doors. But you should be prepared for the fact that these new developments can be quite painful.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Prompt: "Sleeping under the stars"

Warnings: Hurt, a little drama, character death (mentioned), but a glimpse of hope too?

Word count: 2531

A/N: Hello! :) This is my contribution to @smellingofpoetry 's 400 Follower Celebration - Summer Edition. First try, so please be gentle. ^^ I changed Jensen's character a couple of times and the story changed too. But here we are now. Jensen might be a little OOC, but the story is not real anyway. So, I hope it's not to bad after all. All mistakes are mine. Please enjoy.

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One week. It had been one week since Y/N saw Jensen. There were no calls, no text messages, nothing. And that hurt. It almost brought tears back into her eyes, but she had already cried so much that there were no tears left anymore. Y/N knew from the start that this whole relationship thing with Jensen wasn't going to work out. She should have just stuck to her principles. Getting to know him at all had felt like a great blessing. But circumstances had been unfavorable.

Jensen's wife had died three years ago and Y/N had always known that she would never get involved with a widower. More often than not, it was difficult for the new woman to get a halfway equally important place in a widower's heart. And Y/N was fed up with always being second. She had had that often enough by now and she didn't want to be hurt like that again. So when Jensen started flirting with her and wanting to get closer to her, her alarm bells went off. She had always had a crush on him ever since she first saw Jensen on TV and through a somewhat embarrassing incident he had found out, but Y/N had always held back. A small voice inside her had whispered to her that it didn't have to be like that with the dark blond Texan. That maybe he was completely different and that she wouldn't feel the same way with him. But then happened exactly what she had finally feared.

They had been together for almost six months now and Y/N had visited him at his home on a number of occasions, sometimes even staying at his place for several days. She hadn't really felt comfortable with it, because Jensen had left everything in his house as it was. And now that she knew him on a very personal level, she had also discoverd that the style of the interior reflected very little of his own taste. After Y/N realized this, it was almost as if his wife was present in every room, looking down at them from every wall. Maybe she imagined that, but she didn't dare to talk to Jensen about it. It also seemed like he wasn't very comfortable in her home, which should have been another red flag.

And then, a week ago, it happened. Y/N had just arrived at Jensen's to spend the weekend with him. They had decided to stay at home, cook and then watch a movie. So while Y/N unpacked her bag, Jensen quickly took a shower. In her bag she had brought a few personal items from her apartment to feel a little more comfortable at Jensen's home. That wasn't much, just two books and a picture. On a living room wall there was a large shelf on which almost only decorative items were placed. So Y/N made some space on one of the shelves and put her stuff there. She looked at her handiwork from behind the couch and smiled. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice it. Still, she felt better right away. Satisfied with herself, she went into the kitchen and began to arrange and prepare the ingredients. But when Jensen came out of the bathroom, the good mood didn't last long.

“You already started? What are we going to cook?” Jensen smiled.

“From what you've got here, I'd say... pasta.” Y7N smiled back at him and saw him nod in agreement.

“Sounds great. Do you need help?”

“You can cut the onions, if you want?” Jensen made a face, but Y/N knew he would do it anyway.

Y/N pulled out another cutting board and knife while Jensen went into the living room and turned on the TV. She heard him zapping through the channels until he got stuck on one. Y/N was just getting a pot out of the cupboard and putting it on the stove when the drama ensued.

“Y/N?”

She heard Jensen calling her, but there was something about his tone that she didn't like right away. So she looked at him and raised her eyebrows questioningly. But when she realized where her boyfriend was standing, a chill ran down her spine. Cautiously, Y/N came out from behind the kitchen island and slowly approached him.

“What's wrong?” she asked slowly.

“Did you do that?” he sounded annoyed, but she wasn't quite sure why.

Jensen pointed to the shelf, exactly where her things were and then she suddenly knew why he was upset.

“Jensen...” she tried, but she didn't get far.

He was already taking her items down from the shelf. “I didn't tell you you could do that." Jensen put the things on the living room table and put everything back in its place.

“I didn't realize I need to ask you for it.” she answered.

Something just went very wrong here. She really hadn't asked Jensen if it was okay to bring something of hers and leave it here. But those were just a few things that were hardly noticeable. It wasn't like she wanted to move in with him right away. It should only help that she also felt at home here. But she must have thought wrong. Maybe it was now time to talk to Jensen about her feelings and thoughts. Maybe then he would understand.

“Jensen.” She took a few steps towards him and talked gently to him. “Your wife died almost three years ago. Which is painful, I understand. But since then... you haven't changed anything here. It's like..” How should Y/N describe this without hurting or offending him? “...she never left.”

Jensen huffed, but Y/N spoke again. “Do not get me wrong. Of course it's clear that you don't want to lose the memory of her, I understand that too. But I thought that we both started fresh together. That I too now have a place here with you. But every time I'm here... it feels like I'm intruding unintentionally. As if I would disturb here.”

She looked down and played with the hem of her shirt. It wasn't the whole truth, but still it wasn't a lie. She didn't want to admit it, but every time the two of them were here, Y/N experienced what she never wanted to feel again.. Like she's only second. But Jensen didn't seem to hear her words.

“You had no right to just switch things around here. These things belonged to my wife. If I want to part with it, I'll do it myself.” he fired back and looked at her unyieldingly.

“Nobody asks that of you...” she replied, but it was as if Jensen just wouldn't hear her. He just kept talking.

“Your things don't fit in here at all. When we remodeled this house, my wife spent weeks on the phone back and forth with the architect to get everything set up as it is now. You can't really compare that to your cheap furnishing style.”

Then there was silence. Jensen had turned away from her and was examining the items on the shelf. It was like he was lost in his thoughts. Y/N didn't quite know how to react to his hurtful statements. She was staring to get mad too, but she didn't want to get short-tempered too. Otherwise the situation could escalate and a reasonable conversation would be almost impossible.

“Wow...I...I didn't wanna intrude...I just thought that...I would have a place here now too.” she repeated. Oh, how wrong she was and Jensen was just about to show that to her.

“Well, you must have thought wrong on that.” Jensen crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at her angrily.

“What...what is that supposed to mean?”

Anger spread in Y/N, but she still didn't want to offend Jensen. It was all a sensitive topic and a special situation. Something she wasn't familiar with. Virtually unknown territory. But still, he didn't have to be so mean. She had always thought that the two of them could talk normally about such things. But she should be wrong about that, too.

“That's obvious, isn't it? YOU are not my wife. And you never will be either!”

And there it was. The moment when Y/N's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and the raw pain choked her so much that tears stung her eyes. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared it could be heard throughout the house. Jensen had practically thrown at her the reason why she never wanted to do anything with a widower. And maybe she just should've stuck to that. The lump in her throat made it impossible for her to speak. But Y/N didn't have to either, because Jensen wasn't finished yet.

“Everyone expects me to just start over. To leave her death behind like it never happened. But what no one seems to understand is that she was taken from me just like that. Completely unexpectedly, her life was taken. That was not fair! Everything went well, we were happy! And suddenly she's just not here anymore! Just because someone was messing with their phone while driving. I couldn't even say goodbye and nothing will ever bring her back to me. The house, all this..." Jensen stretched out his arms to either side and turned to point to everything around him. "...is the only thing I have left of her. And nobody's going to take that away from me."

That's all Y/N needed to hear. In a way he was right. It wasn't fair to lose someone you loved unexpectedly. But he wasn't the only one in the world this happened to either. And it didn't justify the fact that he hurt her so much with his words and didn't even realize it. But further conversation was pointless at the moment and Y/N wanted nothing more than to go home. Back to where she really felt comfortable and safe.

“Okay.” she replied softly, but didn't manage to look at Jensen.

She grabbed her belongings from the table and retrieved her empty bag. Y/N put on her jacket and shoes and left Jensen without another word.

And since then she hadn't heard from Jensen. She had expected that he might call in a day or two later. When he calmed down and realized how hurt his words were, at least he would apologize. But nothing. Which didn't mean Y/N would forgive him right away. Still, she would have liked an apology. But she didn't even get that from him. How could she have been so wrong about Jensen?

Y/N didn't dare write to him herself. He still had some of her stuff from her, that she had left behind in her rush to get away and even if it was just clothes she wanted them back. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her cell phone and wrote Jensen a neutral message. Y/N certainly wouldn't apologize. And since he didn't seem to want to apologize either, maybe it was time to realize that it was actually over and that she had to look ahead after all.

It lasted until the early evening when Jensen answered her. And he, too, didn't wrote much. He just sent her an address to go to, as he thought it would be better if they met in public. If Y/N had a little bit of hope before, it was all gone now. So, with a heavy heart, she set out. Her annoyance was still somehow there and actually she would like to take it out on Jensen. But on the other hand, she didn't want to give him that power over her either. He had already made her fall in love with him. Something she had finally wanted to say to him a week ago. Luckily she hadn't.

When Y/N arrived at their destination, she wondered a bit. The address belonged to a glamping site where you could eat and stay overnight. After a moment she got out of her car and walked towards the main building. A young woman was standing at the reception desk and Y/N gave her her name. The woman smiled and gave her a little map after telling her the way. What was that supposed to mean?

With the map in hand she set off and after a short time she realized that she was walking towards a small dome tent, the upper third of which was transparent. the weather was now getting quite warm and summer was fast approaching. There shouldn't be a single cloud in the sky that night and in this tent one would certainly be able to watch the stars undisturbed. But suddenly she stopped, because Jensen was standing on the small plateau in front of the tent and looked in her direction. Now her nerves were starting to kick in and she took a few more steps towards him before stopping.

“Hey.” said Jensen and smiled softly.

Y/N didn't know what to say back. He seemed so... normal. As if nothing had ever happened. What did he want to say with his behavior?

“Your... things are in the tent.” Jensen pointed shyly to it.

“What?” Y/N was still confused and just didn't understand what was going on here.

“I booked it for tonight. For you.”

What happened here? Was she dreaming? Jensen no longer smiled, on the contrary. He seemed serious and didn't give her a chance to react.

“I'm sorry Y/N I'm so so sorry. I've been a huge asshole to you and there's probably nothing that excuses that. All I can say is that I just saw red. You were right. I didn't change anything in the house because it still made me feel connected to my wife. I... subconsciously didn't want it to be true.”

She saw that Jensen seemed to have a hard time admitting these things. But she tried not to let it get to her.

“When I met you, it was like everything just kind of... got easier. You were... like a light that pulled me out of the darkness. God, that sounds so cheesy." Jensen ran a hand down his face and tried to cover his embarrassment. “I don't think I've processed my grief properly yet. Even though it's been three years. Otherwise the situation would have been completely different.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes but she tried to hold her ground. Jensen slowly approached her, but still kept enough distance.

“You are such an amazing woman, Y/N. You are funny, smart, loving and beautiful. I never thought that I would meet a woman like you again. And then I screw it up in every possible way. That's why I booked this tent for you. You once said that you want to be sleeping under the stars for a night. I just wanted... that not every memory you associate with me is a bad one.”

“You still remember that?” Y/N couldn't believe it.

“Of course I do.” he responded.

And suddenly, without warning, hope was there again.

[strwberri-milk]

hello! may i request valentine's day with kaeya? 💕💕

bc i dont wanna post this too late im posting it pretty quickly!! i was gonna do more of a fic but ive got a lot of work to do so!! just doing this hc/drabble format helps me mitigate the time it normally would - it's also going to be posted at not my normal time for the same reason !!! this is actually pretty long but!! it is only lightly proofread and will be read over properly later!! there is a Valentines Day Crisis i am going to go resolve but!! i hope yall have a good day <3

Valentine's day is...a little stressful for Kaeya. He's not too sure what he wants to do for you, sure that even if he were to take the planets out of the solar system it still wouldn't be enough to prove to you just how much he loves you. Buying gifts is also hard since he buys you so many little trinkets whenever he spots something that reminds him of you.

Ultimately, he decides to put himself out of his comfort zone, inviting you over for a homecooked meal, complete with a few courses and a handmade dessert. It took him forever to learn how to make it, cramming in cooking lessons between his patrols and spending time with you but it's all worth it to see you smile.

The preparations for this special holiday began well before, Kaeya making sure that not a single thing was out of place. Everything was going to be the epitome of perfection, having everything prepared down to the placement of cutlery on the table.

It wasn't within his nature to be so precisewhen it came to doing anything with you, loving the look on your face as he acted spontaneously, but this was something he did not want to risk.

Kaeya takes a deep breath when he hears your knock on the door, running through his mental checklist one more time before finally letting you into his home. The smile you wear is so bright he doesn't think he needs the lights of the candles to brighten up the room. No, just your presence was enough.

"How are you?" you greet, pulling him in for a kiss that he happily returns.

"I'm doing alright," he replies, clearing his throat to try and eliminate the last minute nerves.

"Much better now that you're here."

"Oh, as if I haven't heard that one before," you roll your eyes, following after him as he leads you to his dining room.

Already, you can see the beginnigs of a lavish meal being put doiwn, about to sit when he interrupts your motions and pulls out the chair for you. You chuckle a little, entertained by this extra chivalrous knight persona he was wearing today.

"How kind of you sir," you joke, making him laugh softly in kind.

"Well, only thebest for the love of my life, don't you think?" he says softly, making your heart flutter a little.

"It is Valentine's after all, and just asking you in a grandiose way wasn't enough for me."

You think back to how he asked you, remembering the giant bouquet he insisted on buying and the lovely little poem he wrote and attached to the flowers.

As you ponder, you feel him press a kiss to your cheek, looking up at him adoringly.

"Have I told you I love you?" you say dreamily, making his hear melt.

"Yes, you have," he replies, sitting you down and helping serve your meal.

You didn't know what else to expect after dinner. The two of you were a little tired from your daily routine anyway, finding the time today to spend together to be enough for you. Maybe another day you can make a grand spectacle of it but not right now.

Instead, you focus your attention on returning his lavish attention and flirting with him, loving the way he averts his gaze when your sweetened words are too much for him to handle. However, he retaliates by upping the ante, both of you caught in some battle of affection. That comes to an end.

"Dessert is served," Kaeya says proudly, brandishing a plate of chocolates he made himself. Your eyes go wide, the intricate looking snowflakes decorated prettily on the plate making you gasp.

"Kaeya! This looks incredible. You made these?"

"All by myself," he huffs, taking one off and bringing it to your lips.

"Here, give it a taste."

You take a bite, happily chewing when you reach a creamy center. He can't look any happier you think, practically vibrating as he watches your reaction.

"Well? What do you think? Good?"

"It's amazing! I can't believe you did all this!"

"Anything for my beloved," he replies, taking a piece for himself.

You suddenly remember that your chocolates are definitely not up to par, simply a package you bought. That's not to say they weren't nice - they just paled in comparison severely when it came to your boyfriend's efforts.

"Well? What about mine?"

He pulls you into his chest by your waist, looking at you expectantly.

"You were carrying a bag when you came in here and I can only assume it's filled with sweets for me."

"Well...yes," you say hesitantly, pushing against his chest slightly.

"Then? Won't you give it to me?"

"I could, but they're not as good as yours," you mutter, fiddling with your hands.

"And?" he asks again.

"You still want them?" you say, surprised. "They're not that great Kaeya."

"They come from you, so as far as I'm concerned they're amazing. Is that not good enough for you?" he pouts again, making you sigh and get the package.

He was right. He didn't really care where they were from as long as they came from you. Honestly, you probably could have given him a rock and he would have reacted just as happily, hugging you tightly and telling you how this was the best day ever.

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, hugging him close as you planned how to make it up to him next year.

[seb-reads31]

Request: None technically?? But this is a sort of part 2 of the Diavolo x tsundere!reader head canons though

Part 1

Tw's - None

Type - Fic

Genre - Fluff

Comments - I'm excited for this lol, my 2nd fic 💪 Dia may be slightly off character? I apologize beforehand if he is ;-;

Tsundere Cuddles

You and Diavolo had been dating for nearly a year now, about 7 months after the start of the exchange program, and he was slowly but surely getting you more used to physical affection.

It was.. rough to begin with, but over time you got a bit more warmed up to things. Dia would push you out of your comfort zone little by little, until you started seeking out affection from him on your own, which melted his heart.

And today, Diavolo was ready to try something completely new for the both of you.

Cuddling.

Neither of you had done it with a romantic partner before, and he felt as if you were ready for it, so, with slightly shaking hands, he picked up his D.D.D., and messaged you, asking if you could come over to the castle today.

You were slightly surprised he had messaged you so suddenly, but you were happy nonetheless. And so, you quickly started picking out the perfect outfit to wear, but in the middle of you grabbing your clothes, you heard your D.D.D. go off again. It was, Diavolo.? He sent a other message saying to get dress comfortably, like pajamas??

Was he not so secretly inviting you over for a sleepover again? ..possibly, he's done it before. You shrugged slightly then walked over to your dresser, grabbing a slightly oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants, tossing a hoodie on top then head to the front door.

Luckily, none of the brothers were out and about to question where you were going, so you were able to "sneak" out easily.

When you arrived, you had just barely reached your hand up to knock when the doors suddenly opened, revealing Barbatos, Diavolo's personal butler.

"The young master has been expecting you, please, come in." He spoke in his normal calm but slightly sweet tone of voice, moving to the side to led you in.

"Oh, uh, thank you Barbatos.." You replied with a surprised look, but quickly shook it off, walking inside the castle that had yet to take your breath away at the decor of it alone.

Barbatos just nodded, then led you to where Diavolo was, and more than likely where he was planning a ton of fun activities for the both of you to enjoy.

After a small walk, Barbatos had taken you to Diavolo's room, knocking on the door. "M'lord, MC has arrived." There was rustling on the other side of the door, then a slightly shakey voice responded. "Come in," was all that needed to be said before Barbatos opened the door, and stepping to the side and let you walk in, and see Diavolo in... a dragon onesie..?

"Ah! MC, you're here! I'm so glad you could make it, come come! Sit with me," he patted the spot next to him on his bed very excitedly. You agreed with a small blush spreading across your cheeks, matched with a pout forming on your lips as you sat down on the spot Diavolo was patting.

"So.." You started, fidgeting with your fingers nervously as you avoided looking your boyfriend in the eyes. He caught on to your slightly flustered state, starting to answer your question. "Ah! Yes, right, well, you know how I've been helping you get used to affection and such, right?" You nodded, slowly looking up at Diavolo with a curious look, telling him silently to continue.

"Well.." Diavolo began, but hesitated with a small blush adorning his cheeks as well. He took a deep breath then gave you a confident look, despite his rosey cheeks, "I invited you over to my castle today to ask you if you would like to try something new!"

You tilted your head to the side curiously, wondering what this 'something new' could be. "I read online that couples often partake in cuddling when they feel comfortable enough with each other. And I was wondering if you wanted to give it a try!" He looked at you with such child-like excitement, he was so precious, you found it hard saying no to him. Not only that, but because you knew he would stop immediately if you felt uncomfortable.

That didn't stop your face from turning into a deep shade of crimson at the thought of being so close with him however. You had gotten used to the random questions regarding affection from him enough that you were able to think about this thoroughly. And after a few moments of thinking, you gave him a small nod, silently telling him that you wanted to give it a try too.

"Yay!" He exclaimed with stars in his eyes, quickly pulling out his D.D.D., and going to his gallery to show you a few pictures. "I went ahead and looked for different cuddling positions that you might like, pick whichever one you would like to start with MC." He handed you his D.D.D. so you could look at the different photos. There were only three, which you silently thanked Dia for. You didn't want to be overwhelmed with a bunch of different cuddling positions, so you greatly appreciated this.

The first one was a half spoon position, where your head would be resting on his chest, and his arm would be wrapped around you slightly. (Like this)

The second one was called the embrace, where your face would be nuzzled against Diavolo's chest as his arms wrapped around you, hence the name.

And finally, it was just you laying on top of him, head resting against his chest. (This was the best one I could find-)

(Because all of them end up with you laying your head on his chest, pick your favorite <33)

You picked the one you wanted to try first, and showed Diavolo, handing him his D.D.D. back at the same time. He gave you a quick nod, laying down and waiting for you to cuddle up to him at your own pace.

You slowly but surely got into your position, but laid there somewhat stiffly, unsure of where to put your arms, where to put your legs, where to put your head, anything.

"MC, is it alright if I guide you a bit? You look a bit stiff there." Diavolo gave you a curious, yet caring look, waiting for you to give him permission before doing anything. Because you were so unsure of what to do, you gave him a small nod, trying to ease the tension in your arms slightly as Diavolo gently grabbed them, guiding them to where they need to be for the cuddling position you picked out.

"Is it alright if I wrap my arms around you now?" His voice was soft and gentle, almost like a fluffy cloud in the sky. You gave him another small nod, trying to relax a little as his arm(s) slowly embraced you, one of his hands started to rub up and down your back in a soothing motion.

He was so warm.. and surprisingly soft. With the combination of Dia rubbing your back and his warmth soaking through his onesie, you started to relax against him, your eyes starting to flutter shut as you finally let yourself fall asleep against Diavolo.

He had noticed you falling asleep, but didn't say anything so he wouldn't ruin the sweet moment you two were sharing, instead, letting his own eyes flutter shut, joining you in a wonderful land full of dreams.

About an hour later Barbatos had come to "check" on you two as you napped. That's what he claimed at least. In reality, he knew this was going to happen, so he decided to take a photo of the two of you resting peacefully for teasing purposes later.

Notes - AAAAAAA, this took like, a week or something. I loved writing this, but it took me a solid like, 10 minutes looking for photos of cuddling positions on Google. ;-; it was worth it however in the end ᕦ⁠(⁠ò⁠_⁠ó⁠ˇ⁠)⁠ᕤ