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[ego-meliorem-esse]

Meli my love you know I adore your Arthur so much, but what is the way you think he looks best? What is your favourite way to see him or draw him?

Thank you so much for all your hard work and time making us lovely art to enjoy!

Ah yess the bilge rat! No character do i love to torture as much as the old pater familias.

The best way for me to draw him is definitely in historical clothes. My faves are def during the victorian era or during the great war even. Fashion history is my weakness. I simply adore seeing Arthur a) dressed up in suits or uniforms. But also b) Tortured. Tired. With bags under his eyes. Sufferring the fate of his own power. Just fecking throw that old man to the lions. Let him be chewed and spit out. I want him to feel pain and sorrow and hurt.

Now that I got that out of my system: I also love seeing him with his children. Just being a father. Someone on whom others rely. A strong pillar for his kids to lean on and look up to.

Absolutely family oriented head of the household. But also imperialist dickhead whose power is fading and whose firstborn son is here to take his spot.

There's a symbolic scene in my head playing on repeat of Arthur on his throne with a dagger through his heart with Alfred standing next to him, looking over a crown and putting it on his head. Thats how I picture Arthur. A man who's had immense power. Lost it all and now has nothing but blood on his hands and covering his whole being.

I know you asked how i like to draw him and this is more how i see him sorry lol tho i do try to draw a character based on how i feel about them

<3

[cameronsprincess]

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/drudyslut/739556685075611648

Rafe dating pogue reader and she and her (maybe she still lived with her family too) are moving houses/apartments and she’s like “rafe will you help me/us move?” And he’s like “sure?” And after moving boxes and furniture all day he’s like “I’m never letting you move stuff again. I’ll just pay someone. This was too much work” and then one of the first things they do once she makes her bed with sheets and blankets is fuck...

he’s such a cutie, willing to help then later on saying “yeah fuck this next time i’m paying someone”

CW: smut! 18+ established relationship, rafe’s a lil sweetie but also whiny bc manual labor, unprotected sex, praise.

note: this has been in the drafts since January (LMAO) and idk if i even like it but here ya go. likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3

You’d been waiting on this day for so long. Finally getting to move out of your parent’s house, and live on your own. You wouldn’t lie and say you weren’t going to miss them, of course you were, but living on your own meant getting to do whatever, whenever. It also meant you could have your boyfriend over whenever you wanted without the fear of your parents coming home and interrupting whatever it was you and Rafe were doing.

Your parents weren’t too fond of the idea of you dating a Kook. The Kook prince at that. But they didn’t know Rafe like you did, no one did. Not even your friends understood your infatuation with the eldest Cameron child. But not even the snide remarks and insults your friends and family made about Rafe made you leave. You loved him. And he loved you.

You’re sitting on your bed, swinging your feet back and forth as your eyes scan the length of your childhood bedroom. Boxes are scattered all around the room, the walls bare from removing all of your pictures and posters. You finally had everything packed, and now, all you needed to do was get moved into your new apartment.

Pulling your phone from the back pocket of your shorts, you pull up Rafe’s contact, pressing call and placing the phone between your shoulder and face. It rings once. Twice. And finally, he answers.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

You smile. “Hi, Rafe. I was wondering if you could come help me? I have all my shit packed, but no way to get it moved into my new apartment.”

There’s a long pause. His silence making you wonder why it’s taking him so long to make up his mind. You are his girlfriend after all, he should want to help you.

He finally speaks after a beat of silence. “Sure, princess. I’ll be over in thirty.”

Your smile widens. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too, princess.”

You hang up the phone, deciding you could use a quick snack before he arrives, and making your way into the kitchen.

-

Thirty minutes later you’re lying in your bed, scrolling through TikTok when you hear a knock on the front door. Smiling to yourself at Rafe’s arrival, you hop out of bed and make your way to the door and swing it open.

“Hi, princess.” Rafe says, the smile you love so much gracing his face.

You step into him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “Hi, handsome. Thank you for coming to help me.”

His hands grip at your hips, pushing you back so his blue eyes are on yours. His eyes scan the length of your face for a minute before he speaks. “Of course. I’d do anything for you, baby.”

You can’t contain the wide smile that spreads across your face, butterflies explode in your stomach at how sweet Rafe was with you. Letting out a content sigh, you grab his right hand and begin pulling him into the house and to your bedroom where all of your stuff was.

“Okay, so I really just need help with my bed, dresser, and desk. I can fit most everything else in my car, and your backseats…”

Rafe exhales deeply, his eyes slightly widened when he looks over the expanse of your room. He brings his left hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “Fuck. I should have just hired someone to do this.” He says admittedly.

You frown. “Baby, if you don’t wanna help I can always call JJ and John-”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m going to help you baby, you just have… A lot more than I remembered. I guess it looks like more while packed all up and not placed in its respective places throughout the room..”

You smile up at him. “Yeah I guess so. I really don’t have all that much..”

Rafe dips his head down toward yours, placing his lips on yours softly. “I love you. Let’s get you moved.”

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. “Oh, and never say you’ll call those fucking pogues to help you out again. As long as you have me, you have my help, and I don’t want you hanging around them more than you already do..”

-

Three hours, and many boxes and pieces of furniture later, you and Rafe had finally gotten all of your stuff moved into your new apartment. The two of you are laid in your bed, his right arm tucked under your waist while his left is draped over the top of your waist. His left hand rubs slowly up and down your side, his face buried in your neck as he whispers softly against your skin. “I love you, but never again. Next time you move, I’m hiring people to do that shit.”

You giggle, turning onto your side so you’re face to face with him. “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to help baby, but I’m happy you did.”

He tightens both of his arms around your waist and rolls onto his back, bringing your body with him so you’re laid on top of him. You place both of your palms on his chest, pushing yourself up so you’re straddling his hips.

His hands rest on your hips, his fingertips lightly scraping at the exposed skin of your sides, a trail of goosebumps rising. “Will you stop that?”

You frown. “Stop what?”

“Acting like I hate helping you. I don’t.”

Sighing, you say. “I know you don’t hate helping me, Rafe. But I know you didn’t enjoy that.”

He smirks. “I didn’t. But you know what I will enjoy?”

The feel of his cock hardening beneath you has you gasping. You playfully smack his chest. “Rafe Cameron. You’re such a horny bastard.”

His darkened over eyes find yours as his smirk widens. His fingers dig into your hips, pressing your clothed pussy into his now hard cock. “Only for you, princess.”

A squeal comes from your lips when he lifts his body, tossing your back onto the freshly made bed. He grabs at the hem of his black T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it to your bedroom floor. Your hands fly to his defined abdomen, running your nails down the soft, yet hard skin.

“You wanna play, baby?” He asks, his voice is low and raspy, making arousal pool into your panties.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding your head as your eyes find his.

He smiles widely, quickly popping the button of your denim shorts before working the zipper and sliding the fabric down your legs. He moves to your shirt next, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor with his shirt and your shorts.

You’re left in nothing but a red, lace set. Rafe’s eyes take in your entire body, making you squirm underneath his stare. “Rafe.” You breathe out. “Please, touch me.”

He smiles widely, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties and sliding the lace fabric down your legs. His fingers dance across the skin of your lower belly, making a shiver run through your body and your breath hitch in your throat.

He runs his fingers down the expanse of your stomach and down to your inner thighs. His fingers brush across your aching clit and your hips buck upward. He begins sliding his fingers slowly through your wet folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers before he removes them and brings them to his lips. You watch in awe as he sucks on his index and middle fingers.

He hums in appreciation. “So wet, so sweet… And all mine.”

You watch as he quickly strips himself of his khaki shorts, leaving him in a pair of black boxers. Your right hand goes to palm his hard-on through his boxers, pulling a low groan from his throat.

“So fuckin’ needy, baby.”

He slides his boxers down his legs and his hard cock springs free, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight of his long and thick cock.

Rafe firmly grips the base of his cock, stroking it softly before he lines himself with your entrance. He slides his swollen tip through your soaked folds and you whimper, hips bucking wildly with need for him to be inside you.

He slowly pushes the head in, pulling a soft moan from your lips. He grins, pushing more of himself inside your wet cunt. He groans when he finally pushes all the way inside, your warm inner walls clenching around him tightly. “Feels so fuckin’ good baby, fuck! I’ll never get enough of this sweet pussy.”

You whine when he slowly pulls himself back. His right hand grabs at your left leg, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, allowing him better access to thrust himself in side you. A sharp gasp falls from your lips when he slams himself back inside you, his head hitting that sweet spot inside you.

Finding a good, quick pace, Rafe slams himself in and out of your soaked pussy, the squelching sounds of your cunt and skin slapping skin bounce off the walls of your small bedroom.

You wrap your hands around his waist, pulling him further into your body as he continues his assault on you. “Ffffuck, Rafe! Please! Harder!” You cry out.

A low growl rumbles through his chest, his hips picking up in speed. He harshly slams in and out of you, hitting at your g-spot with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby! ‘M gonna fucking cum all inside this pussy, you want that? Want me to fill your greedy hole up with my cum?”

You whimper, chest rising and falling rapidly as a warmth spreads in your lower belly. Your pussy tightens around his cock, squeezing at him tightly as your release nears.

“Yes! I want all your cum, Rafe! Please!”

You shout out a string of curse words followed by his name, legs shaking uncontrollably as you come undone around him.

He harshly thrusts one more time, his dick twitching inside you as he comes undone right behind you, filling your pussy with his cum.

“Fuck! Such a good fucking girl. My fucking girl” He coos as he thrusts two more times, fucking his cum deep inside you.

He drops your left leg onto the mattress and collapses on top of you, his breathing uneven. He rolls onto his side, wrapping his arms tightly around your body and pulling you into him, leaving a kiss at the top of your head. “I love you, princess.”

You smile, your heavy eyes fluttering. “I love you too, Rafe.”

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[dovesdreaming]

hiii oml ignore this if you don't write for her... but uma x gn reader who's ariel & erics kid and lived in auradon blah blah blah and they have a kinda enemies to lovers type thing?

like "your mom tried to kill mine " and "well maybe your mom shouldn't have been more stupid!" but they realize they aren't as bad as what they thought and blah blah blah

I hate that I like you

(Is gn reader just for aesthetic of reader)

This is one of my favourite requests I’ve ever done! I’m sorry it took so long I just really wanted it to be something I was proud of but I’m not sure if it is 🤷‍♀️. I really hope it is enjoyable though <3 Definitely making headcanons with this relationship soon!

Word count: 1.7k (my biggest fic yet!!)

Warnings: none

When the barrier between Auradon and the isle was taken down you didn’t have many strong feelings either way about it, but when you saw a face you recognised just a bit too much that’s when your blood boiled at the thought of everyone disrupting the life you had built here. You also hated the way that face made your stomach fill with small butterflies.

All the villains kids were allowed to attend Auradon prep which you were curious about so you signed yourself up as a welcomer, something you would come to regret.

You were each assigned a person to welcome and show round the school and as you picked up the name of your assigned person you could already feel the annoyance that came with their presence. The name read Uma and as you walked up to her her grin only grew it was like she had planned this, she loved to taunt you.

With your parents being Ariel and Eric and her mother being Ursula it was like it was in your blood to hate each other. Your parents hatred for one another influenced your opinions of each other meaning you always bickered with each other as you both wanted the last word.

You only glared back at Uma and huffed. You hated that she could get under your skin. You also hated how you found her even slightly attractive. You just wanted this over and done with now, any curiosity you had was gone now replaced with irritation. You kept your tour brief and blunt not bothering yourself to be helpful to Uma. She of course replied to this with her own gift of insults about the school and you. Her words were along the lines of “I didn’t think Auradon could get any dumber or preppier” and “no wonder your mother was so dumb, she attended this school”. You gave her comments no response only quickly moving the tour on but this was what Uma discovered to be her favourite part of your relationship. She loved riling you up, trying to get a reaction out of you.

It had been a few weeks since umas arrival and she had somehow managed to work her way into your friendship group along with hook. This bothered you to no end and yet she seemed to be enjoying all your reactions, especially when she managed to find a weak point of yours that got a big reaction. Weak points she had found for you recently were the clam necklace you wore and your love for the sea, whenever she insulted you about these it felt like a personal attack. You grew to almost hate her, she had no remorse and showed no care for anyone but her own feelings. Yet she seemed to view it as a cat and mouse chase between you and you wanted out.

By month two of Uma being in Auradon you had tried to avoid her in every way, from staying in the library til late or going into the gardens and greenhouses yet she always found you. It was like she sought out your presence. It confused you to know end how she always wanted to be around you yet only ever through insults at you. While you very much still held anger towards Uma after two months of her being around it had softened around the edges the feelings you held for her only deepening. What once had been a blazing fire of hatred inside you for her was now a soft burning fire that only sparked when she touched a nerve. You had actually developed a love hate relationship. You would help each other out with minor things such as homework or answers for questions in class and you guessed she was ok but there were still things that were stopping you from actually being friends with her. You would be getting along with Uma and feel like you were getting somewhere and then she would throw a deep insult at you, this grated on you and confused you. You couldn’t understand why she would allow you to be so close then punch you in the gut. The feelings of hurt and anger from these insults slowly built up inside you until they came to a head one day.

You and Uma had recently been getting along again, everything was going well and something just had to happen to ruin it. Someone had brought up umas mother and she was trying to defend her saying she was a good person. That definitely wasn’t true and you both knew it. “Your mother tried to kill mine! How is she a good person?” Uma turned to you with venom in her eyes and she stuck her fangs into you with her next comment “your mother was mindless and dense to fall for that trick! It was her own fault”. You thought you and Uma could be somewhat friends maybe even more even if your parents had their differences but it seems she could not see past her mothers opinions. You felt slightly betrayed but you didn’t know why, it wasn’t like you and Uma had been that close of friends or anything more (if even you day dreamed about it regularly) yet it felt a knife in your back. You stepped back from her and turned to walk away back to your dorm. When you stepped back you saw realisation hit umas face yet she made no move to change her actions, she was stubborn and had to keep her appearance.

You made sure to keep your distance from Uma this time and it seemed like she didn’t seek you out either. It had been a few days without her presence and it had felt peaceful yet almost like something was missing, you knew what it was you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. You couldn’t be missing her presence could you? No you shook your head of the thought. You could never miss someone like uma even if she was nice to look at.

It had been five days since your interaction with Uma and she has mainly somewhat sulked in her room. She had regretted the words when she realised just what she had said. She let her mothers opinions Infiltrate her mind. She felt a weird sense of guilt, something she had never felt before. She would never admit it to anyone not even herself but her heart felt bruised at the thought of you hating her and whether she would ever admit it, it was because she had started to develop feelings for you. She didn’t know how to show love, she had never seen it only heard about it in book and stories. How could she love someone when she had never experienced it in anyway. So she pushed you away any time she felt her heart threatened by this rush of emotions she did it the way she knew best. Insulting you. She knew your week spots now and could poke all she wanted.

She decided to suck up her pride and at least try to apologise to you. She headed to your dorm and knocked on your door. You assumed it was your friends visiting you again so you just shouted that you didn’t want to see anyone. When you heard another knock you frustratedly got up and yanked the door open ready to ask what was so important yet you were faced with Uma with downcast eyes, something you had never seen on her before. There was an awkward paused before you questioned why she was her “come to insult me more?”. She didn’t removed her eyes from the ground when she quieter than usual asked if you two could talk. This shocked you and caused you to pause, you didn’t know Uma could be like this ur was so out of character for her. You stutters out a yes and moved out of the doorway to invite her in.

She finally took her eyes off the ground and took in your room. She hadn’t seen it and if it was any other time she would have laughed and teased you for it being sea themed. Once you closed the door you sat on your bed allowing her to sit next to you. You didn’t know where this conversation was gonna go and you definitely didn’t expect the next words to come out of umas mouth to be an apology. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you, for the whole time I’ve been here. I should have treated you as an individual and not judged you on your parents, especially considering who my mother is. I hope you can forgive me.” You stared at her face really taking in her remorse and decided that she was being honest. “It’s alright I forgive you. I shouldn’t have judged you on your mother either, im sorry.”

Now that everything had been cleared up there was a weird tension left in the room. Things still left unspoken about true feelings. As the silence grew you both made eye contact for the first time in days. Your eyes seemed to stick together like they were stuck with honey, seconds later hours as you stared at one another. She finally felt ready to welcome herself to new experiences and with that she slowly leaned in and you reciprocated. When your lips met it felt right like it was your destiny. Her hand came up to hold your chin by your ear. The kiss spoke truth and words that neither of you could ever bring yourselves to say. As you pulled apart and looked at each other again you couldn’t help but smile. Since her arrival you finally felt right in her presence like something had been missing before. Your relationship only grew from there onwards. You helped Uma learn to express her emotions, in turn helping her to love people one of them being you. What you shared with each other became quite a soft kind of love one of soft touches and smiley glances from across the room. No matter how shocked people were when they learned who your parents were it felt right between you both and nothing would ever change that. However you both may leave it a while before telling your parents exactly who it was you were dating.

Thank you for reading!

[allywthsr]

Hii! United fan here who’s still not over the mount signing😁😂Can I request a mason mount x fem!reader where she goes with him to the signing with his family and she’s just there with him throughout the day

Based on this video <3 https://youtu.be/tv_C7cv7wY8

NEW BEGINNINGS | (m.mount)

summary: Mason has his first official day and needs you by his side

wordcount: 2.4k words

pairing: masonmount x fem!reader

warnings: mason and you being horny, but nothing graphic

notes: hope you enjoy! I have no clue how english football works behind the scenes, so I hope it kind of makes sense! Like and comment your thoughts please!

”Mason are you ready? We need to leave in ten minutes.“, you shouted through the still empty house. You hadn’t had time to unpack all of your stuff yet. Too busy settling into the new city and Mason was too busy doing stuff at the Manchester United centre.

A loud ”Yes, just finishing my hair.“, was screamed from upstairs. You chuckled, feeling the butterflies in you stomach, you were probably more nervous than Mason. You just couldn’t help but feel excited for this new chapter while still mourning the move to Manchester. You had loved the house in London and you loved how your friends all lived nearby. Now you had to start over and make new friends, you just hoped the other wags would be nice to you and you wouldn’t have to stand alone during the first game.

When a shaking Mason arrived at the bottom of the stairs, handsome as ever in his black pants, white shirt, and red Manchester utd jacket, you had to hug him, hoping to take some nervousness off of him and just flick it away.

”I‘m just as nervous as you are, baby. It’s going to be fine. I‘ll be there, your whole family will be there and you have us. Whenever you feel like shitting your pants, just squeeze my hand, okay? It’s going to be alright.“

He took your hand and squeezed it real tight. You let out a laugh. ”Not now love, you‘ll be fine, believe me. Later when we‘ll be in bed you‘ll laugh about how easy this day was.“

After that, he came closer to your ear and whispered: ”Later in bed, I‘ll do many things but laugh, babygirl.“

This going straight to your core. Babygirl was a nickname he only used in the bedroom or to rile you up during the day. And well, it worked. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some pressure that build up.

Mason gave you a knowing look and smirked. What a dipshit. He gave you a kiss on your neck where he sucked the skin a little and then loosened the hug. You wanted to kill him for leaving you like that.

With a smack on his bum, you made your way to the car, ready to go.

When you arrived, you first met up with his family. They stood in the car park next to their cars waiting for you and after a round of ’hellos’ and ’heys‘ you were ready to go inside. Mason had a strong grip on your hand and you squeezed it from time to time to show your support.

When you saw the cameras and the crew waiting for Mason, you wanted to go to his family who were walking a few meters behind, so you wouldn’t be in the shot, you weren’t the star of the day after all, but he kept a firm grip on your hand.

”You said you would stay by my side, I can’t do this alone now.“

You whispered a small ”Okay“ before he went a greeted the crew waiting for him. After going in and greeting the lovely desk lady and getting the tour through the halls of the center, it was time to go outside. You were stunned by the big history this club held, while never leaving Mason's side. You felt sorry for the viewers who expected to see Mason but got a free upgrade with you on his side, you also didn’t think it was something the crew imagined as they first looked a bit confused and asked several times if he was ready to film.

When you went outside and saw the set up you gasped, it looked so sweet, and after greeting and shaking hands with everyone you could go and have a better look at it. Seeing his new jersey laying on the stool you felt tingly inside.

You wanted to lose the grip he had on your hand and let him do his thing but he refused and just squeezed your hand, showing he needed the support. So you went together to the backdrop and he finally let got off your hand to inspect his new jersey. While you placed your now empty hand on his back to keep the contact and support for him.

”Pretty cool huh?“, he looked at you after unfolding it and holding it at the top, while you gripped the side to stretch it a little for a better look. You felt the material and looked at it. Mount number 7, also something you had to get used to after he had 19 at Chelsea, but seeing how iconic number 7 was, you just hoped for him to feel as good as the other boys did in it.

After turning it around you said: ”It‘s not bad is it.“ he turned to the camera and said with a little wink: ”You heard the lady, it’s not bad.“

You rolled your eyes playfully.

”Makes me wanna go on the pitch and play“, you smiled at him and started to inspect the background they set up. Seeing the baby picture, you took a closer look. You couldn’t believe how cute your boyfriend was even as a child, with the sweetest little ears and his hair perfectly styled. The fan picture made you excited, to see his new fanbase, hoping they wouldn’t kill him on the pitch, seeing the negative comments people left on his and your Instagram. And the illustrated picture of him in the Manchester Utd kit looked amazing. You hoped that you could take it home afterwards and hang it on the wall. You needed some pictures on the still-empty walls in your new home. After that, it was time to pose for pictures. So you let go of his back and joined his family, who were already talking about the experience and the energy this place radiated.

Little Summer was buzzing with excitement and had a lot of energy, so you ran around the terrace with her for a little to calm her down. Her brother Archie laid in his stroller and the sight of him made your ovaries scream. He looked so small and sweet, you imagined what it would be like to start a family here with Mason. You two always talked about how you wanted to start a family soon, but that was always before the transfer to Manchester started, now you didn’t know where he stood regarding that topic.

But Mason was just as excited as you were. Seeing you with Summer made the butterflies in his stomach fly around even more, he couldn’t wait to have a little Mason or a little Y/N running around your new home.

The pictures and videos he had to do were absolutely gorgeous, seeing him sitting in that chair did mad things to you, you just wanted to hop on his lap and do unholy stuff, but not when his family+his new crew was watching. But you definitely needed to buy a chair for the new house, it made your mind crazy and horny. After he did the media pictures it was time for family pictures for memories. The whole family gathered behind Mason and you. Mason held one of the jersey's shoulders, placing his hand on your back, while you held the other shoulder, placing your other hand also on his back, and posed for the new family picture. Mason also wanted one with only you so you did the same pose as before. And after FaceTiming his sister from Australia he felt way less nervous than this morning when he really got on your nerves. Before the alarm clock even rang, he woke you up by poking his pointer finger in your face because he couldn’t sleep anymore and felt like throwing up. You tried to get him back to sleep but it was impossible.

The video camera documenting every step you guys took made you feel a little intimidated. It wasn’t like Mason and you had a secret relationship or something like that. It was actually pretty open, often posting candids of the other on an Instagram story, or making a post about the other, but getting the official welcome on the YouTube channel was something different.

Standing next to Mason when he gave his first autograph on the new jersey, you let out a surprised sound because of how good it looked.

”Smashed it, Mase“, you told him. It looked fucking good. You wished you could take it home as a memory for later.

After walking on the green ground for the first time, you couldn’t wait to see him on the pitch, where he hopefully gets the treatment he deserved.

The interviews didn’t seem to end, the questions got sillier the longer you walked. Thankfully you had his family next to you, to keep you company. After the interviews you went to the next media station, the official signing picture. While walking to the assigned room, you were stunned again by the big halls and pictures plastered on every wall. After Mason took pictures alone while signing the contract, with his parents and family it was time for the two of you. You stood on his left side and placed your hand proudly on his shoulder while having the biggest grin on your lips, just like Mason. This was a big deal to the both of you, a new club, a new city, a new beginning. You were ready for it, scared, but ready.

”I‘m super thirsty, is there somewhere where we can get a drink?“, Mason asked. He really was thirsty but he knew the rest of you guys could also use a break. Little Archie got fussy throughout the day, not wanting to be any longer in his stroller and also desperate for a drink. So you all settled in the cafeteria, having a coffee or a water and just enjoying the peace. Mason also removed his Manchester United jacket after a: ” It’s pretty warm, innit“. While Mason held your hand under the table and placed them on his thigh, he talked to his parents who sat at the same little table as you two.

”What’s now on the Agenda“, you asked, feeling yourself getting tired after walking around the center all day.

”I think it’s a photoshoot next to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, seeing and shooting in the locker room and seeing and shooting in the stadium. It shouldn’t be that long anymore my love“, he squeezed your hand. With a tired nod, you got up as the press agent, who had shown you around all day, came back from her little break, and told all of you that it was time to continue the tour. Walking to the ’The theatre of dreams‘ wall, you woke up again and got excited to see the holy ground soon. And after he finished the photoshoot, it was time to see the changing room. Passing through the door the room looked huge and you felt the energy of the players. Seeing his jersey hanging on the wall over his new seat made your heart swell. This was his dream. Playing football somewhere where he is appreciated and loved, and you had a good feeling about this place. Sitting on his new space, he got his pictures taken and then it was your turn again with the family as well, he wanted to get as many pictures as possible, needing to fill up the empty spaces on your wall at home. Standing up and walking into the middle of the room more questions were asked.

When they turned the lights red, he took your hand, squeezed it, and gave you a knowing look, which meant dirty thoughts, but played it over with a cool: ”It’s game-time baby“.

Summer was jumping around with the lights dimmed, being super excited over the change of color when Mason took her in his arms and turned around in circles. Her screeching could be heard from miles away, but it made everyone happy to see she also had a good time and wasn’t bored or making a fuss.

Walking on the holy ground of the stadium, gave Mason goosebumps as he walked around and mumbled the word ’special‘ a bunch of times. Looking at you with his big smile, he took you in his arms and just stood like that for a few seconds. Suddenly feeling very grateful that you chose to come with him on this new adventure. After a kiss on your forehead, he let go of you and you joined his family again, not wanting to be in every shot of the video or pictures. While walking through the tunnel to get to the last picture point of the day, you felt Summer taking your hand. The darkness scared her a little and she chose her auntie Y/N to protect her, everyone cooed at the interaction.

After he had his last official picture taken, under the ’The theatre of dreams‘ quote, it was time for family pictures. Everyone turned their back towards the camera and posed so it looked like you were absently staring at the pitch. It turned out to be your favorite picture out of all the ones you took today. But of course, you took one facing the camera, which also looked pretty cute.

Someone shouted: ” It’s a wrap everybody, thank you“, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Feeling the pressure flooding out of your body, you looked at Mason and you could see in his eyes how relaxed he was now.

After saying goodbye to everyone, you made your way to the cars, saying goodbye to his family as well, as they made their way to a hotel they found not far from your home. You would have loved to host them in your new house, but you barely had time to put up any furniture so the guest rooms were filled with boxes. They decided to stay in a hotel and help you the following days to make the place a bit more homier faster. After all, Mason had a busy schedule and couldn’t help as much as he wanted to.

But in the end, you were glad they weren’t staying at your place because Mason ended up showing you, how he really wasn’t laughing in bed at the end of the day.

[nicholasdaymiller]

could you do the prompt “lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos” with nick miller and a super short reader??

SHORTIE — nick miller x short!gn!reader

[imagine the gif is how he lifts you up 🥰]

-> okay, here's my first attempt at writing nick miller fic. it's very short, as i said they would be, but i hope you enjoy! i'm nervous lol

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it's the eighth wedding of the season. you and the loft family: winston, schmidt, jess, and nick are all sitting around your table, a little bored, and very much wanting to go home.

jess taps you on the shoulder, and you blink rapidly, realising you had been dozing off, "huh? what?"

"they're doing a wedding party photo," she explains, "come on."

"let's get this over with so we can get the hell outta here." winston comments as he rushes out.

you follow your group of friends out onto a field outside, where the entire guest list is shuffling around, finding their spots for the photo.

you end up wedged to the left of the bride, a couple of heads back. the photographer announces loudly that he's ready to start taking shots, and that's when you get up on your toes, trying to get your head in over the taller people in front of you.

tip toes aren't enough, so you try jumping whenever the photographer yells, "aaaand, 3, 2, 1..."

the jumping doesn't help either, so you grab onto schmidt and nick's shoulders. "guys, can you boost me up a little?"

schmidt doesn't hear you amongst the chatter of the guests, but nick looks down at you, confused.

"why?" brows scrunch as he looks down at you.

you gesture pointedly at the people blocking you from being in the photo. "i'm too small." you laugh.

"i gotcha, shortie." nick glances around, then smiles, "i have an idea."

your eyes widen when you suddenly feel one of nick's arms wrap around your waist, while his other slides under your legs. he hoists you up bridal-style. "oof! there we go."

the new height means you can see above the heads in front of you. "uh– thank you." you reply, trying to ignore the butterflies that swarm your stomach at the contact — your arms wrapped around nick's neck, his holding you up with ease.

the photographer yells, "alright! last one, let's make this a fun one!"

you glance at nick, and he nods at you encouragingly before turning back to the camera and sticking out his tongue. you wrap one arm tightly around him, then throw your other arm in the arm, grinning at the camera.

a few days later, when the photos are posted on facebook, you stop on a particular shot. in this photo, nick had just picked you up, and your eyes are locked onto each other, while the rest of the bridal party is looking ahead. you click save.

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[if you want me to try writing some more nick stuff - go to this post for some prompts you can send in ❤️]

[phamminji]

distraction

ahn yujin x fem!reader

synopsis: you came over to ive's dorm to help yujin with her practice paper, or that's what you thought.

wc: 2.23k

yujin looks over to her door, hearing a few knocks as she sees your head peeking in, "i'm back with a drink for you... and some snacks."

"did you get my matcha ice cream?" yujin's eyes glimmered over to yours as you walked over to her study table.

"baby... it's literally 3 degrees outside right now. and you still want to get green tea ice cream?"

"it's matcha! and yes." yujin corrected you.

"they're the same thing baby." as you rolled your eyes and shook your head at your girlfriend's antics. "i didn't get you matcha ice cream. but i did get you matcha latte." as you placed the cup and the coaster beside her.

"that works... i guess..." yujin trailed off.

"you guess?" your voice raised a little along with your eyebrow, as you give the puppy-like girl a teasing poke on the side. to which she yelped and held onto her waist, "okay okay! thank you very much for the tea, babe." you chuckled as she gave you a cheeky eye smile.

"how's your paper going?" as you placed your chin on the top of the taller's head, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

"hm... i'm just doing okay so far... i have about four more questions left though."

"four?" as you leaned closer, looking at her paper to see if she was telling the truth. "that's really fast, yujin. you have about half an hour left though, you sure you don't want to take your time?"

"no... i just want to get this done with... you know how much i dislike studying." yujin grumbled and flopped her arms in the air.

"i know... but you still have to get this paper done. it's important."

"alright..." yujin groaned. "can you sit beside me though?" as the taller glanced over at you with puppy eyes that were all too familiar to you, but would still send butterflies to your stomach whenever she looked at you like that.

"as long as i'm not a distraction to you."

"you could never be a distraction to me y/n." yujin held your hand and gently pulled you to the seat next to hers. "by the way, what are the other girls doing?" yujin questioned.

the thing is, yujin had actually gave you and gaeul the task to watch over the other members while she was doing the paper. however, to gaeul's dismay, you joined the chaos rei and leeseo created and almost drove the oldest mad. well, it actually did drive her mad, and that's why she sent you into yujin's room. although she knew she shouldn't be sending a distraction to yujin, gaeul knew it was definitely easier to handle one less kid, so she decided to let her leader settle her own girlfriend.

"gaeul is handling rei and hyunseo, and i think wonyoung and jiwon are ordering dinner for us." you answered as you got into the seat.

"you're staying for dinner?" in which you replied with a nod.

"yeah, it's getting late anyways... i was also planning to stay over tonight. is... that okay with you?" you cautiously asked.

yujin smiles widely to herself as she finds the way you tilt your head kinda cute. "yeah! of course it's okay! it's been quite a while since you last stayed over because of our busy promotions. and i think the girls miss you a lot too."

"only the girls? not you?" you send her a playful eyebrow raise.

"i missed you most."

your eyes widened slightly as you almost doubted your ears for a second. it wasn't the answer you expected from yujin and it definitely caught you by surprise. more or less, you expected her to snark back at you with another comment, teasing you. like "i didn't miss you though." or "yeah, only the girls missed you." along with her tongue sticking out or her signature eye smile, laughing together with you.

this time, you could tell from yujin's voice that she was being genuine. of course, she is genuine about you all the time.

not that she isn't serious when it comes to your relationship. but it just hits different when you know how playful and mischievous the woman sitting beside you can get is now being sincere and baring her heart to you.

you felt your cheeks heating a little as you avoided eye contact from your girlfriend.

"oh... is that so?" you cleared your throat, feeling a little bashful under her gaze.

"aw is someone getting shy?" yujin teased as she poked your cheek with her finger.

"no. shut up." you denied.

"your ears are getting red though. and you're blushing." as if poking your cheeks weren't enough. now, yujin, with one hand, squished your cheeks and cooed, "you're so cute."

"stop..." you weakly said, unable to pronounce the word properly with your cheeks squished together.

"what if i don't want to stop...?" yujin says in a sing-song tone.

now, this is the yujin you were used to. yujin, the jokester, the yujin who would always take the chance to make fun of you at all costs, the yujin who always made you and loved seeing you flustered, the yujin who always makes everything positive, the yujin who showed her love in forms of pranks.

"as much as i miss you too, i forgot we shouldn't be talking." you recalled.

"huh?"

"the paper, yujin." as you remind her of what she was supposed to be doing.

"i don't really care." yujin said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as you gave it a light smack.

"shush. you don't have much time left. focus on your work, we'll talk after you finish your paper."

you expected a hum or a complain to come from your girlfriend, but it never came. so you looked back up at her, only to find her staring at you.

"quit staring at me an yujin. or i will leave the room." you threatened half-jokingly.

"you can't and i know you wouldn't do that." yujin said with a grin.

"is that... a challenge?" you provoked as you stood up from your chair.

"i wouldn't do that if i were you." warned yujin.

"oh... what are you going to do about it?" you said in a teasing tone.

yujin grabs hold of your hand and pulls you into her lap, as you sat sideways against her chest. you try to push yourself up to get away from her but her arms kept a grip on you, locking you there. "now you're stuck here with me." as she smirks at you.

"yujin!" you fussed and gave her another smack on the shoulder, "you have to finish your paper!"

"i'm already done... but i just want to keep you here." as yujin wrapped her arms tighter around your torso.

"you're done already?" you exclaimed in shock. "let me check."

your girlfriend handed you her papers before going back to her previous position, nestling her face into your shoulder.

"you know this isn't just some school entrance exam or those kind of tests. this is your university scholarship. this a big big major test. you know that, right?"

to which, yujin responded, mumbling against your collarbone, "mhm, i know."

"do you want to eat some of the snacks i brought while i go over your paper?" as you felt yujin shaking her head.

you felt warmth spreading across your body when she continued, "i just want to stay here with you."

"alright."

you almost went through the full paper when you felt yujin's head slipping off your shoulder, before she bobbed her head back up.

"are you feeling sleepy? you look tired." you asked.

"nope... just a little hungry but i want to wait till dinner." you caressed her cheek with your thumb before putting your focus back on the paper.

"by the way, baby... can i get a reward?

"a reward for...?" your eyes not leaving the paper as you were left marking a few more questions.

"the paper."

"okay... just let me finish up first, i'm almost done. i'm left with a few more questions." as you tried to assure her.

"i can't wait anymore..." yujin complained as she started to draw imaginary circles against your back.

"are you trying to distract me as i'm marking the papers?" you jokingly look at her as she has a pout on her face.

"wipe that pout off your face, you big baby. i told you i'm almost done, and now, i'm done." as you patted her head, complimenting her, "you did a really good job, baby. you did better than yesterday's paper."

"can i get my reward now?" yujin pops up, as if she just freshened up hearing the fact that you're finally done marking.

"reward? um... what do you want?" you just had to ask the obvious, although yujin already had her lips puckered in front of you.

"a kiss? is that what you want?" you raised your eyebrow when yujin shook her head.

"one for every question." yujin states.

"a kiss for every question? t-that's..." you stuttered, many thoughts flying through your mind, "that's a lot of questions... you want a kiss for every single one of them?" as yujin nodded her head, her eyes were already closed, ready and waiting for you to kiss her.

you could feel your heart beating so fast that you couldn't get a decent breath. it wasn't your first time kissing yujin so why were you feeling so nervous?

yujin felt your breath on her cheeks as she opened her eyes, growing slightly impatient that you haven't kissed her yet. she takes hold of one of your hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"are you okay, babe?"

"um... y-yeah! just... i- i love you so much."

"woah..." this time, it was yujin's turn to be surprised. was that the first time you said that to her? yujin felt her heart swelling in happiness, her hand around your waist, and the other, moving it to your face, and rubbed your cheek fondly in habit.

"i love you too." as yujin drew herself closer to you, you closed your eyes, feeling the soft, warmth of her lips against your own.

yujin's lips were addicting, whether be it the way her lips moved against yours or her strawberry-flavored chapstick, you couldn't stop going back for more.

yujin's hands now finding ways to pull you closer, the tugs on your shirt, her hands on your back and the nape of your neck. your hands wrapped around yujin's neck as they naturally find their way to her hair.

"you guys. dinner's here- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!" the two of you pulled away at the speed of lightning as you hear the door to yujin's room open wide, but it's already too late.

"where are your manners, rei? don't you know how to knock? and mind your language." yujin chided with her face flushed, obviously embarrassed that one of her members had just walked into them making out.

on the other hand, your face was burning. making out with yujin was already a factor that sent all the blood in your bloodstream to your cheeks, but getting caught by one of your girlfriend's members? truthfully, you could have just passed out, there and there.

"well... can't you guys get a room maybe...?"

"hello? news flash. we are in a room? now, get out."

"i was just telling you guys that dinner's here, by the way. you should come out to eat some food unless the two of you are already full since you ate too much of each other's lips that you're no longer hungry!" rei lets out a few evil chuckles as you felt your face flaring up at her words, trying to hide in yujin's embrace.

"rei, i said get out."

"jeez... alright! i'm going! i know you guys can't wait to be sucking each other's faces again." hiding in yujin's embrace wasn't enough, you had to be buried in her embrace.

rei was about to close the door when she held it open with her arm and puckered her lips, making kissy noises, mocking her leader.

"alright, that's it." yujin took off her slipper and hurled it at the japanese girl. lucky for rei, she managed to close the door before getting hit by the slipper.

"you see y/n/n, this is how violent your girlfriend is." you heard rei's voice from the other side of the door.

yujin shouted back, "do you want the other slipper to come flying right on your face, you little-"

"baby." you took yujin's hand in yours and squeezed it. "it's okay." you were sure you were exactly a mirror image of yujin, seeing how flushed she got too.

"but she-"

she couldn't finish her sentence as she got interrupted by your lips, "you can handle her later, or you can ask gaeul to do it. can we... kiss again?"

no matter how many times you've kissed yujin, it always feels like it's your first time. how she makes you feel nervous although you have dated her for a while now. how her breath smelled like the matcha latte you brought for her. or her perfume, smelt just the one she sprayed on the first time you kissed. how her lips are softer than anything you've ever known. like biting into cotton candy, it's effortlessly sweet.

"guess i was a distraction in the end anyways."

this one's for silan bestie @silantryoo :]

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Patch of Happiness

Pairing: John!Michael x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a archangel Michael x reader where Michael used young John Winchester vessel? Where the brothers find out that Michael have a sweet side that is only with reader despite the fact that she is half witch and half demon but is the most sweet and innocent girl that someone can meet and Michael just want to protect her from everything and the fact that she is pregnant with his baby so the baby would be a tribrid (angel demon witch) something crazy, powerful, and new? Just fluff and cuddling between Michael and reader and happy ending. 

Summary: You're trying to live your life and help others as much as you can while Michael is out doing what he does best. When two hunters fall into your lap, Michael realizes the danger of the situation and comes right home, ready to give up everything for the woman he loves.

Square Filled: nurse au (2020) for @spnfluffbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

“Hi, Gertrude. How are you doing today?” you greet your patient with a smile.

“Oh, just fine, dear. You know I love seeing your face but I hate being back here.”

“I know. You did a great job last time. The cancer has gone down a bit. The treatment is working.”

“Good. I’m glad,” she smiles.

“I am here to take some blood and be on my say. I don’t want to take up too much of your time.”

“You’re never a bother, dear.”

She puts out the same arm you’ve been using for the past year to take blood. She has been battling cancer for a long time and has been seeing you for treatment since the beginning. The best part about being a nurse is seeing patients grow and heal. Gertrude is on her way if she keeps up the treatments.

You grab the blue tourniquet and tighten it around her upper arm to constrict the flow of blood. It makes for an easy vein. You wipe an alcohol pad across her skin to sterilize it before poking at her skin to get her veins to show.

“You’ve been drinking water, right?”

“Eight glasses a day. My daughter makes sure I have it. I forget sometimes.”

“You have good veins. You’re doing everything right.” You grab the butterfly needle and she looks away before you stick her with the needle. She’s been doing this for a long time but seeing the needle enter her skin still makes her squeamish. “Alright, the needle is in, you can look now.”

“How have you and the baby been?” she asks with a smile.

You place your left hand on your growing stomach with a shy smile. When her blood is done filling one tube, you take it out and push in the next so that the second tube can be filled.

“He’s doing so good. Kicking a lot,” you chuckle.

“Awh, that’s good, dear. I’m glad to hear it. I remember having my first child. It seems like she never slept because all she would do is kick me.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he’s not much of a mover, especially when I’m sleeping. He must sense I need a break,” you wink. You get done filling all three tubes before taking the needle out and placing a cotton swab over the wound before tying it down with two pieces of skin tape. “Alright, I will be back in a little bit. You just relax.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she smiles.

You leave her room and head back to the nurses’ station where you package the blood correctly and have an intern rush this to the labs to get tested.

“So, when is Michael going to come by again?” one of your nurse friends, Jessica, asks. “We miss him.”

“You only miss his cookies,” you smirk.

“Maybe,” she shrugs with a smile. “I can’t help it. His cooking is so good.”

Whenever Michael does have time to come down, he always brings something he cooked for you to share with the other nurses. It’s his way of apologizing for never being around all the time.

“He’s busy with work,” you keep it vague. “I’m not sure when he’s gonna be back. All I know is that it’s soon.” You grab three more empty clean vials to take someone else’s blood who is next on your list. “Gotta go.”

You’re halfway to the patient’s room when you get a searing pain in your stomach. This kind of thing has happened before so you don’t want to alert anyone about premature labor or anything. You walk to the nearest bathroom and make sure it’s empty before leaning over the sink. You take three deep breaths and try to calm down in hopes it will ease your son’s worries.

“Baby, Mommy’s doing fine. I’m okay.”

That doesn’t seem to ease him so you look at your reflection and change the color of your eyes from their natural tint to pitch black. You use some of your magic to calm your son down which works once he feels the comforting aura. As soon as you know he’s not going to cause you any more pain, you turn your eyes back to their normal color and ease up on your magic.

“There you go, baby. See? Mommy’s fine.”

You’re half-demon and half-witch who doesn’t like to use powers unless you really have to. The only time you will is if a patient is in critical condition with no hope of survival. You have some healing abilities and try to help as many people as you can. You’re not as evil as a demon but you’re sweeter than a witch. Maybe that’s why Michael took to you many years ago.

You’re different than the others.

You leave the bathroom and continue with your shift, going from room to room to gather vitals, take blood, and check up on patients to get them anything they need. Once the clock strikes twelve, you take your badge and rush to the time clock.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes!” you announce to your friends and clock out.

You’re on your way to grab a quick bite from the cafeteria when two men step foot into the hospital.

“Help, he needs help,” the taller one says.

“Are you okay?” you rush over without thinking you’re supposed to be taking your lunch. “What happened?”

“He’s been stabbed. I can’t seem to stop the bleeding.”

“Come here.” You take them to an empty room and lay the shorter one on the examination table to get a better look at what you're working with. You unbutton his shirt and see a deep ash on his abdomen. “Oh, yeah, they got you good. What happened?”

“I walked into a knife.”

“Accident,” the taller one says at the same time as the shorter one.

“He accidentally walked into a knife,” the taller one grounds out, giving the shorter one a weird look.

“Right. Let me get the doctor in here.”

You’re about to leave when the shorter one sits up.

“Sweetheart, I just need some stitches and I’ll be as good as new.”

“This is a stabbing. I need to get the doctor.”

“Alright, then I guess we’ll leave. Come on, Sammy.”

He tries to get off the table but you gently push him back down so he doesn’t go anywhere.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirks.

“Wait here,” you sigh and leave the room. You return with a kit that will help you stitch his skin back together. You open his shirt the rest of the way to clean the wound when you notice something on the left side of his chest. An anti-possession tattoo. “You’re hunters.”

“I mean, sure, we like to hunt animals here and there but nothing serious,” the tall one stutters.

“That’s not the kind of hunters I’m talking about, and you know it.” You dab the wound to clean it and the man hisses. “I know an anti-possession symbol when I see one.”

“How do you know about hunting?”

You look at both men and flash your eyes black to show them what you really are. They lean back in shock but you’re quick to ease their concerns.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” You change your eye color back to normal and continue to fix the man. “I’m half-demon anyway. Half-demon and half-witch.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping as many people as I can with the curse I’ve been given. I didn’t choose to be this way. I was born a witch, a full-fledged witch who was happy in her coven. My coven was ransacked by a group of demons who took a liking to me. Long story short, I was with them for five tortuous years when they finally put a blade in my heart. Well, I had created a serum I kept in my body, much like the hex bags Rowena kept in her body to keep herself from dying, and I was brought back to life. Only this time, I was half-demon. I don’t know how or why because I never saw those demons again. Now I just keep to myself and help out as many people as I can.”

You don’t tell them about Michael because you know he’d be pissed if you kept telling people about him. He’s very hated in the hunting community, so the more people know about him the more you and your son can be in danger. You’re not sure why because Michael is nothing but sweet, kind, and loving. He’s good but most people don’t see that.

“What about you two? What really happened here?”

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. We were on a demon hunt not far from here when one of them stabbed my brother. I usually do the stitching but this seemed a bit too deep to just patch up.”

“Winchester?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve heard about you two. I never thought we’d meet. I tend to stay away from hunters.” You quickly fix Dean up and place a large cotton pad over the wound, securing it with skin tape. “I was on my way to get something to eat if you two want like to join me?”

“Sure,” Sam smiles.

You clean up the mess you made and escort the two brothers to the cafeteria. You and Dean get a hearty lunch while Sam gets something mild like a salad.

“Not to point out the obvious but I can see you’re pregnant.”

“Your point?” you ask and take a bite of your food.

“We’ve met a half-human, half-demon child before. He was too powerful for his own good.”

“Yeah, well, you haven’t met a witch-demon-angel tribrid before.”

Shit, you weren't supposed to tell them that an angel impregnated you.

“You got pregnant by an angel? Which one?” Dean asks.

“Doesn’t matter. I know what you’re going to say. Every child of an angel ends up motherless. They all die giving birth but not me. I am not going to let my child only know pictures and videos of me. I made a spell so powerful that I can draw from when I give birth. I don’t have to die.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Honestly, me either. It might not work. It’s all speculation at this point.” Your phone rings and you smile when you see who is calling. “Sorry, excuse me.” You answer it. “Hi, baby.”

“Darling, I’m sorry but it’s going to take a little bit longer until I can come home.”

“It’s okay, I get you’re busy.”

“I hate leaving you all alone without protection.”

“I don’t think that will be an issue. I met two hunters who I hear are the best. I just met them. Plus, I have my magic to protect me.”

“What hunters?”

“Sam and Dean Winchester.”

Michael’s ears ring at the mention of them. Panic envelops his entire body.

“Change of plans. I’m coming home right now.”

He hangs up abruptly and you pull the phone from your ear in confusion.

“That was weird,” you mutter. Since you stayed and helped Dean, your lunch break was cut down by fifteen minutes. “I have to get back to work. You can stay here and hang out if you want.”

“Sure, thanks,” Sam smiles. You leave the cafeteria to return back to work and Sam turns to his brother. “Are we staying?”

“She’s a demon/witch who got pregnant by an angel. Of course, we’re staying.”

Sam and Dean kept a close eye on you from a distance while you worked until your last break of the day. You don’t have to clock out for this one since it’s only fifteen minutes so you grab a granola bar to snack on and your tablet. You almost run into the brothers because you’re not watching where you’re going.

“Oh, hey! Have you been here the whole day?”

“Yeah, you know, just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

“Thanks but I’m okay. I have a couple of more hours left before I get to go home. You don’t have to stay here.” You walk around them to find an empty on-call room when you spot your boyfriend standing at the nurse’s desk. “Michael!”

You run into his arms and kiss his cheek but he’s staring at Sam and Dean with a deadly look.

“You alright?”

Sam and Dean are floored at who you’ve just kissed because they know exactly who this is. Dean met him when he went back in time to meet his father. It’s like he’s staring at someone he used to know but he has to remind himself that the person in front of him isn’t a young John Winchester. It’s Michael, the archangel.

“You know him?” Sam asks.

“This is my boyfriend,” you grin.

“Can I talk to you two alone?” he says and kisses the top of your head. “I’ll be right back, darling.” He takes them to an empty room and allows them to go in first. “I don’t care what you want. You win. Take whatever you want. Just leave her alone.”

“You don’t even know what we want,” Dean says.

“I don’t care. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll leave Heaven alone. Just don’t bring her into it.”

Sam and Dean look at each other before the younger one nods in agreement. They make some sort of deal where Michael leaves everyone alone and no one will come after you or your son before and after birth. Michael leaves the room twenty minutes later and brings you into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re leaving.”

“Now? I have two more hours of my shift.”

“Don’t worry about that. We need to go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Home,” he smiles down at you. “I’m not leaving you anymore.”

You’re his entire world and he’d give up everything to make sure you’re safe and sound, even giving up the throne.

“Let’s go home, then,” you smile back.

x

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[likeabulldigidigibombombombom]

hey pookie

can u do smth abt Minho pleaseuuuuu

like tbh I'd love some Minho fluff :3

If not, make it extreme smut :D

Anyways

Ily and ur works <33

Bye byeee

Title: Beautiful (Just like you😻)

Ofc pookie! I kinda suck at writing smut so I’m gonna do fluff!

Pairing: Lee Know x genderneutral!reader 

Trope/Genre: Fluff, Established relationship

I took a couple phrases from this fluff prompt masterlist! Check it out for some good prompts

Warnings: A teeny tiny suggestive comment at the end, use of pet names

622 words 

Summary: You, like the dumbass you are decides to say that you never get flustered, so in an attempt to prove you wrong, Minho showers you with compliments and praise.

Minho had just finished brushing his teeth when he came into your room and lay next to you. He cuddled up under the covers while you gazed at him. The moonlight perfectly shone on his face and he looked heavenly.

“I could just stare at you forever.” You said looking into his beautiful brown eyes. “Creep.” He rolled over so you couldn’t see his face anymore. 

“You suck.” “I love you too.” He replied. “I want to keep looking at you!” “No!” “Why!” “It makes me feel weird!” “Weird good or weird bad?” “Wouldn’t you like to know?” “Yes, that's why I asked.” He turned over to look at you.

“Whenever you try complimenting me it never works.” “What never works?” You questioned. “You can’t fluster me.” “I’m not trying to!” He glared at you. “Most of the time, I’m not trying to.” “Mhm, sure. More like you’re trying all the time.” “It doesn’t matter anyway because it never works…” “I know. It’s amusing seeing you try though.”

 “Why is it so hard to make you blush? It’s insane!” “You know what’s even more insane?” “What?” “The fact that you get flustered so easily. It’s cute.” You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words and he had an amused look on his face.

“See, you get flustered easily.” “Yeah, I guess…” “You guess? I could just compliment you and your face would heat up.” “You’re exaggerating a bit.” “Oh, I’m really not.” “You literally aren’t even that good at flirting.” He seemed a little offended by your words. 

“Okay let's do a little experiment. I’m going to try to flirt with you, and you have to try your best to stay composed, which apparently, you do constantly.” “Alright sure, we have nothing better to do anyway.” He stared at you like you did when he first came into bed and said nothing.

“You're so creepy.” “What? I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “Please stop.” He moved his face closer to yours. “Make me.” “I’m too tired to do that, just keep staring.”

You sat there in silence until Minho spoke up. “I don’t tell you how stunning you are enough.” “Huh?” “I don’t think any amount of my compliments could ever represent the amount of beauty you have.” “It’s giving Shakespeare.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand and interlaced it with his.

“You’re breathtaking. Honestly, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” “I feel like you’re just saying this to prove you’re right.” You joked.

“No, I’m not. These are all things that constantly cross my mind. I never knew how much I could miss someone before I met you. I never knew how much I could enjoy being around someone before I met you.” He took a short pause and kissed you. “I never knew how much I could love someone before I met you.”

Your face was getting redder with every single word he said. Unlike most of the other flirting attempts he’s used in the past, this time you could feel the sincerity seeping through every sentence. “I can’t imagine my life without you, and I’m so proud of you.” He looked down and then back at you. 

“You okay honey? You’re acting a little strange.” “Yup! couldn’t be better. Just a little hot. Are you hot or is it just me?” He laughed. “Yeah, it’s just you. I’ve never seen you this flustered.” “I was expecting a lot more innuendos to be honest.” “I can be sweet when I want to be.” You sighed. “That was a lot to take in.” He smiled.

“You’re so pretty when you blush.” “I’m not blushing what do you mean?” “Whatever you say beautiful.”

Author note: Thank you so much for the request! I loved writing this so much! Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics like this one <3 Thank you!

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[hyperfixationstati0n]

When You Know, You Know (Pt.2)

An: lmk how you feel about this :) Idk where else to go form here as I didn't plan on making multiple parts but if a part 3 is wanted I'll figure it out!!

Pairing: Spencer x bookstore!owner!reader

Content warnings: none really, swears a little, both spencer and reader are still hella awkward

Word count: 875

Part one

I waited and waited for Spencer to come in again. 3 weeks of waiting, actually. I was starting to think I’d scared him off, although I didn’t know how I managed to do that. I was sulking, standing in front of the register with Lennon on a particularly slow day. Rose, the angel that she was, was helping stock books while I attempted to focus my mind and work on packaging online orders.

“I’m just delusional. I scared him off and now he’s never coming back!” I exclaim, earning a sideways look from Rose across the store.

“You can’t scare someone off if you’ve never talked to them,” Lennon says with a laugh. For someone younger than me he was such a bully. (lovingly, of course)

“But I did talk to him. And he knows I hide from him whenever he comes in.” 

“Girl, I swear to god if you don’t let me help you find that man’s Instagram or something I will lose my mind. you need to get out of your comfort zone and make a fucking mo-“

The bell chimed. My eyes widened. Lennon shut his mouth as quick as he opened it. 

Spencer was standing in my store, standing there with an awkward yet charming smile and a wave. I wave back, feeling my cheeks flush. As soon as he walks down an aisle, talking to Rose, I hit Lennon on the shoulder.

“Go take inventory or something.” I say under my breath.

“Ohh, so you like the register now” He teases, his voice a little louder than I would’ve preferred. I playfully shove him away and try to collect myself. I was going to act natural, I wasn’t going to be weird. I was going to be myself. I told myself he was just another customer, however untrue to me that might be. 

Thankfully though, this time around I had more time to prepare what I was going to say, something I needed if I was going to get through a few sentences with him without fumbling my words. He came to the register with a stack of 4 books. Seriously, my curiosity was piqued. How did he read this fast? I noticed this time one of them was a poetry book; ‘Leaves of Grass’ by Walt Whitman. Interesting. I always took note of what people were buying, and obviously, he was at the front of my mind. This selection surprised me. 

“You’re not hiding!” He comments. I nod and smile, slightly embarrassed at the fact he had pointed it out. 

“It’s very out of character, I know” I was trying to come off as witty, but truthfully I could only pray that what he saw. “so, how are you?”

“I’m great actually. I finally have a day off and decided I could come pick up a few new reads.” 

I nodded slowly but the question was still on my mind. I had to know.

“I hope I don’t overstep with this, but do you actually go through books as fast as you’re buying them?”

A smile twitches as his lips, a slight pink tinge covering his cheeks.

“I-yeah, I do. I…read really fast.” His voice seemed a little nervous. I wouldn’t press the matter right now, but it definitely caught my attention.

“I can tell” I chuckle softly, hitting a few buttons on the cash register as I finish ringing up his things. “You definitely bring a lot of business here”

He laughed softly, a sound I could’ve relished in. But my own mind stopped me-I was supposed to be acting normal. 

Then the unexpected happened. After he paid for his things with actual small talk from my end-he lingered. For once I was glad we didn’t have much business today, I got to really talk to him. He was kind, and clearly very smart. I found out we actually had a lot of mutual interests. Talking to him was weirdly easy, even if I had this consistent feeling of butterflies in my stomach. But then I heard his phone go off with a text.

“Shoot…I hate to cut our conversation short but I have to go.” He says as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. I nod, albeit a little sadly. I had Lennon's voice in the back of my mind 

“Make a fucking move, make a fucking move, make a fucking move…”

It was now or never.

“I was wondering if…maybe, only if you want…do you want to go out for coffee sometime? When you’re not working.” 

His eyes widened and I had this temporary moment of fear before his eyes softened and he smiled.

“I would-I would really love that.” 

I gestured slightly to his phone.

“Can I give you my number?”

“Oh yeah, yeah! yes, please do” He fumbles to get his phone back out and unlock it, only having one hand to do so as the other was still holding his bag of books.

I put my number in, and we said goodbye, but just as he was about to leave I asked one last thing.

“Spencer?”

He turns and looks at me again, waiting.

“How fast do you really read?”

“20,000 words per minute.”

What have I gotten myself into?

[mintys-musings]

rinne is plaguing my mind. i want to turn him on and try to make it look unintentional. he admits to being turned on by seeing niki from behind just because he has long hair… so surely it should be easy! (i am pretending that rinne likes me the same way that he likes niki!) i wish i was in the same unit as him or a producer so i had more opportunities to do it. i would be bending over to pick something up every single minute that i was with him or making a little noise each time that i stretched. i would be a huge suck-up to him if it meant that i could give him a blowjob. i want to be gagging on his dick soo bad. its insane! i also imagine him having piercings like everywhere on his body like his lips (snake bites), tongue, nipples, collarbones… mfnf (>_<♡) aa

*gripping you by the shoulders* dear.... this is such a yummy ramble. rinne 1000% has piercings and tattoos tbh. he def has at least two dick piercings.

he actually v specifically likes the nape of the neck that peeks out from the base of nikis ponytail (im v insane about this fact) so you can expect him to wrap his arms around you and like. lick and kiss that part :3c and godddd if you tease him, he is such a fucking menace. he would only go as far as teasing comments during practices when others are present. he'd always call you sexy and do that stupid wolf whistle whenever you bend down... he'd try and get back at you by taking off his shirt whenever he can or caressing your waist when he's passing by. if no one's around, it's only a matter of time before he locks you into his arms and onto his lap. he'd kiss your neck whisperin "baby... you're killing me here."

BUT HERE'S MY FAVE THING. if you're being a suck up but genuinely complimenting him, he gets soooo fucking embarrassed it's cute. he never expects anyone to actually compliment him. rinne will bury these butterflies in his stomach like he'll bury his cock down your throat. he's so shameless usually.... he's not above teasing you for how good you're being for him though :3

[leejungchans]

i like you : l.c

༉‧₊˚✧ for my 1k event !

requested by @joshuas : also! chan (svt) with a female reader and university au <3

a/n: hi ms shuawife <33 ty for requesting and also ty for the idea 😭😭 i owe u for all my chabbles (chan drabbles) ideas 💗

word count | 1.1k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x female reader

genre | fluff, university au

warning(s) / includes | food mentions (please lmk if i missed anything!)

“People are staring,” you comment lightly when a group of high school kids walk past your table and spare you and your date a peculiar glance. Chan looks up from his noodles as the teens head further down the street, their silhouettes merging together in the darkness, only illuminated by the occasional street lamp or neon sign.

He turns back to you and shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips when he says, “Maybe they’re just jealous I have a beautiful date.”

“Stop it,” your cheeks grow warm, “I’m not.”

“You are, though,” Chan insists. “You look…” he gestures to your outfit, a satiny dress that your roommate lent you because all your other options suddenly seemed horrific as you were getting ready, “beautiful. Not that you don’t already, obviously, you still look pretty in your normal clothes—not that this dress can’t be ‘normal clothes’—oh God, what am I saying?”

“Chan,” you interrupt gently with a smile, putting a pause to his panicked rambling, “I get what you mean. Thank you. You look really great too.” You mean it. Butterflies have been fluttering wildly in your stomach ever since he picked you up in a crisp white shirt and black slacks, sleeves rolled up and top few buttons of his shirt undone.

The rosy flush on his cheeks spreads to the tips of his ears as he returns the smile, and your heart can’t help but thrum loudly against your ribcage at how radiant he looks when he smiles, the little scrunch of his nose, the twinkle in his eyes as he shyly runs a hand through his hair... You think you could sit here all night just admiring him. In a non-creepy way.

Chan’s next words come out much quieter as he looks down at his bowl of half-finished instant ramen. “I’m really sorry our date didn’t turn out as planned.”

“A little improvisation isn’t always bad,” you say lightly, feeling a twinge in your heart at how guilty he sounded. “Plus, I like it here, genuinely.”

Truth is, neither of you quite knew what to do for your first date. You just knew you liked the bumbling boy who sat next to you in your Modern History lecture, who asked to borrow a pen each time because he always forgot, who slid you candies whenever he noticed you were seconds from dozing off. You had a spring in your step for a week after he asked you to be his partner for your final project, but nothing could’ve ever prepared you for being asked out by him.

Ultimately, he took his older friends’ advice and suggested going out for dinner at a nice place. Traditional, classic, can’t go wrong, that’s what they told him.

It’s not that something went wrong. The dressing up part was fun, but it’s when you got to the restaurant that things started feeling off. Chan was a gentleman as always, yet he felt more like a stranger on your date than when you were in your class of over a hundred people, and you knew he was freaking out over the same thing no matter how hard he tried not to show it.

So while his older friends may not agree with your decision of leaving early for instant ramen and convenience store snacks, neither of you can really bring yourself to care. The air feels so much lighter here—no judgy servers and patrons casting looks at the two awkward, out-of-place university students, and certainly no overpriced meals that really just consisted of three bites of food. (How was either of you supposed to be full from that?)

Who cares if 7-11’s plastic outdoor chairs are creaky, or if your ramen is starting to get soggy, or if your soda is losing its fizz quicker than Vernon can give up on studying for his Economics exam? You’re happy.

“You like it here?” Chan echoes in utter disbelief. “B-But this place hardly screams first date.”

“Any place can be a first-date place depending on who you’re with, though. And how much you like them.”

You don’t think you’re helping much judging by the pout that seems to have settled on his face permanently. Is it too early to think about kissing him?

“I guess…” he murmurs, “it’s just that I think… you deserve a lot better than a 7-11.”

“Honestly, I’d rather eat with you behind a dumpster than at a place where we couldn’t be ourselves.” He cocks an eyebrow at you, and you falter slightly. “Well—maybe not a dumpster, but you know what I mean.”

Chan nods timidly, still unsure.

“My point is, I don’t like you any less just because we’re at a 7-11 and not some fancy place.” He can’t help but give his full attention to you—not that he doesn’t already—as your eyes glow with fiery determination. “You can take me here again for our second date, and our third, and our fourth, and I still wouldn’t care because I like you.”

Oh, how embarrassing, you were definitely being a little too intense just now. You reckon the burning sensation that erupts across your face is what molten lava would feel like if it ever came in contact with your skin. The stunned look on Chan’s face worries you. You’ve never had an outburst quite like this one in front of him, what if this scares him off?

The fierce glint in your eyes mellows back into something more neutral as you smile sheepishly. “Sorry, I came off a bit strong, didn’t I?”

Fervently, Chan shakes his head. “No—well, maybe a little, but I appreciate it!” he adds hastily upon seeing how your face fell slightly. There’s a strong urge to reassure you that he found your mini spiel more touching than anything else, that he feels comforted knowing now you didn’t find tonight a complete bust.

“Thank you, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that because I really like you too,” you try not to smile too widely at how cute he looks with his bright pink ears, “and I’d love to take you on as many dates as you want.”

You beam sweetly, and it causes your cheeks to puff up and your twinkling eyes to curve into crescents. You’re so pretty it makes his pulse spiral out of control, soon enough he’ll feel his heartbeat all the way down to his toes. How is it only your first date and yet he’s already completely wrapped around your finger?

Chan thinks he’ll fall out of his chair when you reach across the small table to lay a gentle hand on his. Despite this, he secretly hopes you don’t let go. Your skin feels soft, if he had a little more courage he’d flip his hand around so he can intertwine your fingers.

Your eyes shyly flicker up to hold his gaze; maybe it’s just because he’s horrendously down bad, but he sees the entire universe in them.

“I’ll look forward to every single one, then.”

a/n: shy dorky uni bf chan 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

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[wwinterwitch]

for the 1k celebration: “Who did that to you?” with reader saying it to Robin Buckley? ❤

Thanks for the request, I hope you like what I had in mind <3

prompt used: "who did that to you?" pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader word count: 1,064 warnings/what to expect: mentions of injuries, fluff, reader doesn't know about the upside down so robin has to lie, unshared feelings

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It was the day after the tragic accident that happened at Starcourt Mall, the entire building burning and some people losing their lives because of it. As soon as you heard what happened, you barely got any sleep. All you could think about was Robin.

You tried calling her house but apparently no one was home, which made you even more anxious and worried. It was late at night, she couldn't possibly be at the Mall at that hour, right? Maybe her and her parents are out, maybe they decided to check the scene and see if they can help somehow. The fact that she's not answering doesn't mean she is in danger, right?

Your questions were never answered, which made you get up early that morning and have a quick breakfast before getting in your car and driving to Robin's house.

Her mom greeted you, always very happy to see you before going inside the house to get Robin. You were shocked when you first spotted your friend, noticing her bruised cheek and her swollen lip.

She looked at you, her expression a way of silently saying something like "I have no idea how I'm going to explain this one". You saw Robin awkwardly smiling when she was standing by the door with you, debating whether she should immediately start talking or let you say something first.

But before she could come up with something to say, she watched as you walked closer to her, one of your hands moving up to her face to gently hold her, looking back at her with worry.

"Who did that to you?" you asked shortly after, still holding her face, your eyes focuses on her injuries.

Despite the situation she was in, Robin felt that funny butterflies in her stomach she told Steve about last night, the ones that she only gets whenever she's with you. The only person she's known that has ever made her feel this way.

She shouldn't find your worry so heart-melting, but she does. She can't help but focus on the fact that you didn't hear from her in a couple of hours and rushed to her house to check on her, holding her face like this and asking who could ever hurt her like that.

How could she not focus on that when she's so hopelessly in love with you? Holding onto every little thread with the hope that those gestures indicate you might feel the same way as she has felt for as long as she can remember. Ever since you two met when you were little kids, a part of her always knew. There was no doubt in her mind she liked you. Not like a friend likes another friend. It was more like what the other girls experienced when kissing a boy for the first time. But Robin didn't want to kiss a boy, she wanted to kiss you.

So yeah, she can't help but feel like this when reactions like this are the closest she'll ever get to living in her fantasy where you love her just as much as she loves you.

"It's...nothing, really. It doesn't even hurt!" she quickly replies, touching the bruise on the side of her face and trying her best to act like that wasn't painful. "See?"

"It doesn't look like nothing, Robin. Did someone from school do this?"

"No, no! No one from school." She knew that if she confirmed it was someone from school, you'd most likely confront whoever did it, no matter who it was. You've always been protective like that, especially after Robin confided in you she likes girls. You know a lot of people in town would probably have a problem with that, but you would never let anyone hate on Robin for just being who she is. That's not right.

"It's silly, really...I had an accident at work yesterday," she started, creating the lie as she went, hoping the outcome would be believable enough. "Yeah, me and Steve were doing inventory and I was standing on this ladder, and I told Steve to hold it because I could fall, and he didn't so I fell."

"You...fell?"

"Uh...yeah. I fell."

"And you landed with your face?"

"Oh, no. That's because a box fell over me," she explained. "Yeah, this whole side of my face was swollen. I was in the hospital yesterday, my mom fought the entire medical staff so they could allow me to spend the night there in case I had a concussion or something."

"That sounds a lot like your mom," you commented with a smile.

"Yeah, she's crazy. That's where I got it from," Robin attempted to joke. "But really, I'm fine. I mean, I was fine...I'm...well, I guess I'm much better now that you're here."

Your smile grew after her comment, finally putting your hand away from her face after realizing you've been holding her for too long, not wanting to be weird or anything. You didn't know that as soon as you moved away, Robin missed your touch.

"I'm glad to know you're okay. When I heard about the fire at Starcourt I tried calling but no one was answering. I don't know, I guess I just thought something more serious could've happened."

"I'm sorry," she quickly said. It felt like something appropriate to say after lying to you about what really happened. She wouldn't want you to get involved in whatever is going on. Last thing Robin wants is putting you in danger by telling you about all the crazy stuff she's witnessed.

"Not your fault," you reassured her, standing there for a few seconds without knowing what else to add. In that moment, you felt the urge to hug her, your body practically pleading you to do it, wanting to hold her close as a confirmation that she was fine.

And after debating it for a few seconds, you moved closer away and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her close. She was taken aback by your actions at first, but a tiny smile quickly appeared on her lips as she hugged you back.

The two of you were hugging in complete silence until you said, "Not to be mean, but picturing the way you must've fallen is the funniest thing ever."

You heard her laugh, her grip instinctively tightening as she rested her head on your shoulder. "You're allowed to laugh."

"Thanks, because I'm never letting this go."

"I knew you would say that," she replies, the smile on her face never fading.

[th9ma]

GENSHIN BOYS AS YOUR EX THAT STILL HAS FEELINGS

feat. zhongli, kaeya, diluc, childe, albedo, xiao

contains: gender neutral, modern au, fluff, (mildly) suggestive, small possessiveness, mentions of violence once, these are not to be taken seriously thank you <3 (rbs are appreciated)

note: resposting this bc tumblr fucked up my shit (if u saw this 40 mins ago no u didnt)

childe: the ‘gimme one more chance’ ex that fucking ruins your life — dating life, to be exact. he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he wants you back, it’s just painfully obvious. it’s difficult trying to date after — mostly because people refer to you and know you as ‘childe’s s/o’ despite being broken up. but he loves to make it known that you two used to date, he’s so proud about it too come get this man. always one of the first people to comment when you post on instagram and swipes up on your stories to complement you. it’s a little embarrassing sometimes but you can’t stay mad at him, it’s his way of looking out for you — you just wish he’d do it in a more subtle fashion. when you start talking to him again as friends, you tell him about dates and people you’re going out with. and what a coincidence that he also happens to show up? not in a creepy way though, he comes to check up on you with some friends! if it seems to be going well, he’ll swallow his pride and get the hell out. but when you get stood up at this restaurant he’s already swooping in to save the day, swiftly pressing a soft kiss to your temple and muttering a quick apology before taking a seat. he swears he can die the happiest man alive seeing the smile on your face — mission accomplished!

diluc: the 'awkward/formal' ex — it's not that he has a grudge against you, he just doesn't know how to act! you're on pretty good terms, saying hellos to one another and asking about your day. your breakup is pretty painful — you're on the market and talking to other people and he can't help thinking 'that used to be me'. but even despite all of this, he keeps his distance because 'he's a gentleman, and you're no longer together'. truthfully, he uses that as an excuse to stop himself from knocking out the person asking if you're free for a date sometime soon. the temptation is there, but it's not like he would actually do it. you have your boundaries, and diluc respects them more than anyone! that being said, he's so used to your relationship that he feels a bit lost without you, so he subtly checks up on you whenever he can. of course, he's so awkward to do this, so instead he sends the next best thing — kaeya! kaeya's quick with cozying up to you, asking how you are and what you've been up to, who you're talking to and the main topic — about diluc. it definitely comes as a shock to him to hear kaeya say that you missed him. what did you mean by that? yes, diluc can be formal, but when he wants something? he goes full speed ahead. it's like he's a new person, meeting you and saying that he can take you out to the amusement park you told kaeya about before actually realizing his words — and when he does, he starts cutely stammering out apologies. but it must be his lucky day, because you're already wrapping yourself around his arm with a dopey smile, saying a quick "mkay!".

kaeya: the emotionally confusing ex. he’ll randomly come back into your life with a short and simple ‘i miss you’ text that has you overthinking for the rest of the day. sure, you’ve seen him around in public or through mutual friends like civil people, but it’s been forever since you’ve talked one on one. if you’re able to push aside the butterflies pooling in your stomach and reply, he’ll take that as his chance to slide back in. teases and flirts with you the same way he used to when you first got together but then completely acts as if nothing happened when you react; it’s so confusing! does he want you or not? you can barely function when he asks you to hook up with him one more time — and with the way that he’s been buttering you up and reminding you of your shared moments, how can you refuse? of course, one hook up turns into another, and another, until you’re full on fuck buddies/a little more than friends with benefits — thats when everyone knows that you’re off the dating market. accidentally lets an “i love you’ slip out mid hook up between the two of you. but leave it to kaeya to take your breath away by laughing right after, saying “wasn’t it obvious?”.

zhongli: the ex that you’re always running into. it’s not like he plans your ‘random’ meetups (although it would make sense if you thought so), he just doesn’t know what else to do. when you used to date, your days spent together were so predictable that they basically became a routine. and now, that routine is a habit! sometimes when you do muster up the courage to talk to him, he finds himself thinking about he shared memories you had at said locations. truth be told, it only makes him fall more in love. okay, at first, your run ins were purely coincidental. but after seeing your eyes light up after noticing a familiar face? his appearances are more frequent. he almost subconsciously finds himself wandering into your favourite hole in the wall bookshop — stopping at the aisle full of your favourite genre of books, skimming through spines to see which ones you’d like the most. and if you’re not a fan of bookstores? clothes, records & games are on the list too! he buys you all of it, because he thinks it’s what you’d like (it usually is). and when you storm into the local cafe for your favourite drink after having a shit day, there he is waiting with multiple bags in hand. you’re not sure if his broken sense of money management is a blessing or curse, because he’s brought you mountains of gifts, but the tab for the suggested date is for sure on you.

xiao: the ex that acts like you don’t exist. you see him in public and make eye contact? walks past you like nothing had ever happened. he’s so unbothered that it’s scary — even when you two broke up, he was up and out as if it wasn’t even his business. he doesn’t go out of his way to block you, so it’s natural to assume that he just doesn’t care; it’s not like you’re his concern anyway. always asks “who?” when your name is brought up, ouch! but little do you know that you’re literally running laps in his mind all day everyday; this is just his response because he’s never dealt with this. ever. to say the least, it’s a big shock when he pulls up to your door nearly drenched from the rain outside with one of your missing pieces of clothing in hand because he ‘randomly found it lying around his place’ — not true! he’s spent all this time debating what to do with it because he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away! he expects that you’d take it from his hands and leave him outside — silly xiao! you’re definitely not going to leave him to catch a horrid cold. instead you open the door further and invite him in, telling him to take a shower while you make some tofu for him. he definitely doesn’t miss how you ask if he still knows his way around — like he’d ever forget.

albedo: the half-ex. you see, you’re broken up — but his family adores you. especially little klee, she’s always looked up to you. and it came as a shock that she was more hurt about your breakup than albedo despite being told that you were still on civil/good terms. truthfully? he misses you; misses the smile on his face whenever you’d agree to be the subject for his paintings that now hung proudly in the halls that you once danced along — it was heaven. of course, he’d never admit this to you, but he would to his little sister. it’s not like she’d understand anyway. he falters when you show up at his doorstep wearing that sweet smile; too bad it’s for the little munchkin running past him and into your open arms. she asks you to play and hang out with her, but really she can’t stand seeing her brother in peril, so she takes it upon herself to fix it. albedo can’t take his eyes off you awhile you play dolls with klee. he swears she’s smarter than she seems when she takes her two dolls in wedding apparel and says it’s you and ‘bedo because “(name) and albedo should be married but they’re both acting like dummies!” and with that, she runs out of the room and leaves you two to talk. god bless klee.

[orchid3a]

DANDELIONS - H. KAKUCHO

synopsis: Kakucho is your knight and shouldn’t have feelings for you

pairing: knight!Hitto Kakucho x princess!f!reader

tw: angst, hurt no comfort, one-sided love

wc: 746 words

tagging: @etheralyonn @haitaniapologist @ningstar @sincerelyraylene @eriskaitto​ @hanmascult​

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note: angst with the royality au! is my fav genre to write <3, sorry not sorry for the sadness. i’m not feeling that well, so sickness made me evil

no proofreading

english isn’t my native language

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Kakucho feels like going crazy, he is walking at fast speed looking at every single corner of the castle, trying to find the source of his current anxiety. You. 

You’re the first princess of the (l/n) empire and he’s your assigned personal guard, his job is to make sure you are out of any trouble. 

He searched everywhere, from your room to your favorite spot in the library, from the kitchen where you usually spent time with your maid to the magician’s tower where you hide whenever your father calls for you.

There is only one more place left and Kakucho really hopes that you are there, otherwise chaos will begin.

Arriving at the little indoor garden, an old gift of your late mother, he finally finds you and he smiles softly seeing you safe.

Laying on the grass with the sun kissing your face, your beautiful (e/c) closed, your lips slightly parted and with your (h/c) sprawled like a halo, you seem more like a nymph rather than a human.

“My lady you shouldn’t be here, his majesty is calling for you.” He feels guilty waking you up but he has to.

You don’t respond, making him sigh and getting closer to you, then he sits next to you.

“(y/n) your father is calling for you.”

An eye opens and a mischievous smile adorns your face, but instead of getting up, you grab his arm, pulling him down and making him lay near you.

“Kaku good morning, have you seen how beautiful this day is? We should ask the chef to prepare us something light and we can eat here, what do you think?”

The dark blue-haired man nods with his reddish cheeks, your smile makes him feel butterflies in his stomach. 

It’s wrong, he shouldn’t be feeling like this towards you, a princess, he’s a mere knight with no family or title. How can he be a good partner for you? 

He can only use his sword and nothing else. Your partner should be a great person with the ability to reign over an empire next to you.

Your hand cups his cheek and you come closer, making your forehead touch, your eyes looking at him with so much love and Kakucho feels so guilty, you deserve more than him, because you’re one of the most precious and gentle souls in this world.

“Kaku…Is everything good? Do…Do you want to talk with me?”

“It’s okay my lady, I’m just a bit tired”

You know he’s lying, but decide to not inquire further and now sitting up you look at the dandelions near your spot, your mother’s favorite flowers. 

She said that if you blow on a dandelion and wish something, your wish would come true. This memory of her makes you giggle, now you focus your attention on the male.

“Kaku, let’s do this!” 

You take a few dandelions and give him some of them, he looks confused and you laugh at his face. 

“My mother always said that by blowing on dandelions and wishing for something, your wish would come true. It isn’t fantastic? We should try!”

“If you wish so my lady, I will oblige at your activity.”

“Kaku you don’t have to be so formal with me, we are best friends forever! Our titles can’t define our bond.”

You’re right but Kakucho knows, dropping honorifics and not behaving as you're supposed to, will make everything harder than it already is. He can’t get more attached to you than he’s already, it will make your departure harder to deal with. 

You will get married next month to a foreign prince and Kakucho can do nothing other than despair. You will leave him here and you will go to your husband’s empire. Slowly you will forget him and make new memories, and him? He will get stuck in the bittersweet taste of memories you two created during all these years.

“At least wish for something.”

He nods and he closes his eyes, blowing on the dandelion making his wish. At the same time you do the same.

“So what is your wish?”

“I can’t say it my lady, if I say it, it will never come true.”

You pout at his remark then you laugh and he smiles, enjoying your laughter hoping that his brain will remember this sound.

Praying to God that one day you'll be mine - this is Kakucho’s wish, a wish that can never be true.

[ackerfics]

Heyy rory!! Can I request a Levi x Reader for me please? Canon setting btw. So reader is getting uncomfortable with this one soldier who keeps on pestering them with inappropriate comments and Levi notices and deals with them?? And then the rest is fluff between reader and levi?? Yea i’ll leave that portion to u. :3 i’ve been recently experiencing sickening stuff so I thought that I would head over to a writer to deliver some fluff for me, so that’s it! Tysm and love your works <3 Stay Safe!

if i had to give you a name, it would be 'my hero' — levi ackerman

— levi ackerman x female reader (canonverse)

— warnings: harassment, men being disgusting pigs (never levi tho), one-sided pining

— summary: levi comes into terms with his feelings with some flowers after accompanying you on your day off, and after warding off a soldier ruining your day.

— word count: 3.2k

— notes: i hope this still makes you feel better, anon !! i'm so sorry for replying to this late but here it is !! i hope you're doing alright there. always make sure to give some time to yourself (self-care is important!!) and always remember that i'm here to shoo that negativity away from you (negativity begone!). thank you for loving my works and may your day be as amazing and sweet as you are !! <333

reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

One of the most blissful moments you ever looked forward to was knowing you have nothing in your schedule for one day.

The feeling of strolling through town would instantly put a smile on your face. The very thought of wearing one of the unused dresses that were pushed to the back of your closet and letting yourself pretend that you were never a scout with your life on the line — fills your stomach with butterflies. The sense of normalcy was always something that got you in a jovial mood, one that even some of the cadets notice the moment you entered the Mess Hall, with the pretty dress you don and the giddy smile pulling on your lips turning heads as you pass by. And what better way to spend this day than with one of your close friends, being the person sipping on a cup of his daily dose of black tea across from you — stopping for a moment when he noticed that you were already grinning at him. Not to mention that this friend of yours held some feelings that friends weren’t supposed to have for one another, all obvious in the flush of heat spreading over his face as he roamed his eyes over your dolled-up figure.

It wasn’t a surprise that you were considered as one of the more eye-appealing higher-ups in the Survey Corps — Levi already knowing that fact. You were always a participant in the galas thrown in the Inner Walls of Sina alongside Erwin, catching some aristocratic eyes with your looks and crafted words. Your beauty was known even in the noble circle that they seek you out whenever the Survey Corps attended their parties to find sponsors. He even heard some whispers from the cadets about how fit you look while training some of them. It took everything in Levi not to make himself known to those teenagers, giving them an impulsive decision of cleaning the entirety of the base. He chose to brush them off. But now, the whispers of admiration covered the Mess Hall because of your rare outfit. Even though it reached the middle of your calves and covered your entire arms, the bodice accentuated your figure, even more, making Levi blink for a few moments.

You’re a sight — a storybook fairy emerging from the woodlands.

“Good morning, Levi,” you greeted him before picking on your breakfast. “Are you ready for our stroll in town?”

Levi hummed. “Yeah. I need more tea.”

“I hear the tea shop has new blends delivered today. We’ll check it out later.”

He nodded, occasionally glancing at you for the duration of breakfast.

When you two finished your meals, Levi waited for you at the opened double doors of the huge chamber, eyes never looking away as you tell your squad members that you’ll be back at the end of the day. With a final wave goodbye at the cadets under your supervision, you walked beside Levi to the barracks.

There were no signs of an incoming downpour, the skies azure enough to aid you in your little adventure finding new novels in the bookstore. It has been long overdue — finding a good book to indulge yourself in after a stressful day of hunching over paperwork. There was this book that Armin suggested to you one time during training and the image of you picking up that novel pulled your lips in an excited smile. Books weren’t the only thing in your mind, you were also thinking of picking up sweets for Hange since they have been craving the sugar cookies you brought last time. Your eagerness to be surrounded by different stores reached Levi, his small smile joining yours as you two rode in the direction of the town.

If there was one thing that you hated, it was being stopped while you were walking with a destination in mind. Especially if that person never made it into your good graces.

It wasn’t even thirty minutes in your time around town and somebody already ruined it with their cocky smirk and pompous gait. What’s worse was that Levi mentioned searching for the cleaning products he needed before telling you that you two should separate for a moment. You were just about to make your way to the bakery, the home of the decadent sugar cookies, when someone from the military stopped you in your tracks. You looked up at the towering man and your eyes immediately zoned on the insignia stamped on their left chest pocket. Fucking unicorns, according to Levi’s words. Just your luck, the Military Police were the last people you needed to see on this day off. You shift your attention to some of the vendors shouting their products, uneasiness creeping through every fiber of your body.

“Well, if it isn’t the pretty Section Commander from the Survey Corps,” the soldier all but grinned in that haughty way some of the Military Police seemed to carry. “It’s been a while since I last saw you. Was it last month when the Survey Corps once again played beggar in the Inner Walls? Pity how such a fair maiden like you,” he reached out a hand to brush against your face but you took a step back the moment you saw it, “belongs to a group of reckless individuals who screams about saving humanity by being eaten. Why don’t you quit and be a loyal housewife instead? You seem to fit the description with that attire.”

“That group of reckless individuals you mentioned was the reason why you even have the faintest clues of the monsters lurking outside our Walls right now. When Wall Maria and Rose fell, who was it that helped the Garrison kill all those Titans who managed to weasel their way in our territory? While you lot were helping yourselves to a life of privilege, we are planning on reclaiming Wall Maria and expanding our lands.” You were seeing red, hands bunching your skirts as you enunciated every word. But the man continued to laugh disdainfully at your pitiful attempt to shove him out of your way. The soldier walked closer to you until you were pressed on the wall of one of the shops. “W-What are you doing? Move aside!”

He laughed maniacally at the sight of you pushing his chest. He didn’t pay any heed to your struggle, opting to trail his fingers on the side of your face. You recoiled at this slimy touch, which made the unnamed soldier cackle even more. “It’s so amazing that one of the soldiers boasted by the Survey Corps can be reduced to this. Come on, sweetheart, you’re not wearing your uniform so spend the day with me.”

“Get away from me,” you fought back.

He wrapped his hand around your upper arm in a tight grip. “Stop struggling, sweetheart. I promise you’ll have a good time with me.”

“I swear to God if you don’t let me go,” you hissed at him, wrapping his wrist in the same tight grip he had on you. “I’m pretty sure Dok wouldn’t like hearing one of his soldiers harassing a higher-up in the Survey Corps. So, stand down, soldier, if you value your position in your brigade more than your life.”

“You look so cute saying that remark. Makes me want to—”

The soldier was immediately cut off when somebody pulled on his collar and pressed his entire face on the wall beside you. A livid Levi continued pushing the man to the wall until continuous grunts of pain came from the soldier. You took him in with wide eyes since it looked like he was contemplating beating the man to a pulp. You noticed the bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots in his grip and how they contrasted with the hard glare he was sporting at the moment. It suited his beauty but the murderous look on his face could wither the flowers on the spot if you don’t have plans on stepping in. You roam your eyes over his body and you noticed that there were no signs of the cleaning products he mentioned before you separated.

The whole time you were staring at your friend, Levi was murmuring threats in the soldier’s ears.

“She clearly said to let her go, you bastard,” Levi drawled, pushing the man to the wall harder at every word. “How many of those do you need to leave her alone? Fucking idiots like you are the hard ones to deal with. Do you need a beating to get it to your head that she doesn’t like your company? You even stopped her when she’s going to the bakery, you fucker.” He didn’t pay any attention to the whimpers, yes, whimpers, coming out of the man’s mouth. While his right hand twisted the soldier’s arm until they hurt, the flowers were still carried with care Levi’s other hand. “Next time, if you think of hitting on any other woman again like a desperate piece of shit, I’ll make sure to have Erwin tell Nile Dok that you unicorn pieces of shit couldn’t afford to stay in line, much less be the soldiers you signed up to be.”

“Ackerman,” the soldier squeaked, body trembling as he looked between you and the shorter man behind him. “I didn’t know you’re with the Section Commander.”

“I’m always with her and I can’t have you ruining her day off.”

“Levi, I think it’s more fitting if you let him go,” you calmly reminded him, putting a gentle hand on his flexing arm. “We can’t risk him sputtering to the other Military Police about how he got manhandled by you.” You turned to the soldier, who was breathing heavily in fright. “It’s so amazing that one of the soldiers protected by the Military Police can be reduced to this pathetic mess.” You looped your arm with Levi and pulled him away from the soldier. Surprisingly, he relented but not before directing a glare at the soldier that fixed the latter in his place. “Let’s go, Levi.”

The smell of pastries welcomed you as you and Levi finally stepped inside the bakery. Cakes of different glazes and fruit toppings caught your attention on the display counter. Before you could make your way to get some slices for your midnight snack later, Levi cleared his throat. You turned around and you got nearly smacked in the face by the bouquet he was carrying earlier. Peering at him from above the flowers, you detect a faint pink shade on the apples of his cheeks.

“For you,” he simply told you.

“Oh, thank you,” you replied, still bewildered that Levi bought you some flowers. You carefully lift them to your nose with a smile. The fresh scent of the flowers he picked intermingled with one another. “They’re lovely, Levi. Why chrysanthemums though?”

A more prominent blush was only your answer. Levi looked at anywhere but you as he walked to the counter of the bakery, some of the patrons giving him a second look while he passed by. Even though he wasn’t dressed in his Scouts uniform, he can still catch someone’s attention. You admired him as if it was second nature to you, only catching yourself doing so when his silver stare met with your spacey ones. A wave of heat covered your face as you walked towards him, avoiding his inquisitive eyes.

The person at the counter finally received your order of two packs of sugar cookies and a box of various slices before you suggested to Levi that sitting at one of the tables would be perfect for your wait. The two of you chose a booth that was situated right by the window, the two chairs facing each other with a dainty table separating them. While you were making yourself comfortable on your seat, Levi positioned his chair so that it will be adjacent to yours instead of being across from you. You only noticed it when you looked up from putting the bouquet on your lap, Levi’s expressionless face closer to yours. You felt his fingers drifting right by your ear. Your eyes were wide as you watched him gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. The small brush of contact went straight to your heart. Levi’s touch was so delicate that you almost thought you could see how his eyes softened underneath the halo of sunlight coming from the window. These small actions he did around you were so subtle that you completely overlook them, especially if there were a crowd of people surrounding you.

But now, it’s just the two of you inside this little corner of the bakery. Your sights were only set on him, nobody else.

“There, I can see your face even better,” Levi murmured as if his words were intended for your ears only. “Tch, you didn’t pin your hair this time and you were looking down most of the time today.”

You took a lock of hair and examined it, a pretty smile lighting up your face. “Really? I thought it’ll be nice not to pin my hair for the day.”

Levi stared at you, eternity washing over the two of you for just a moment. The eye contact broke when the person from the counter placed your sugary treats on your table with a large smile, thanking you for your patronage. As much as you wanted to stay within the warm walls of the bakery, you still had so much to do since having days off were pretty much rare even in the Survey Corps. The chatters of the marketplace once again flitted through your ears as you and Levi went out of the establishment. There were a few things you wanted to buy but you still turned to Levi before going off to your next destination.

“You want to go get some tea, right? Let’s go there next.”

Wordlessly nodding at your suggestion, Levi followed you through the throng of people filing around the town. When you were becoming out of his sight, he hastened his pace and tugged at the back of your dress. He leaned a little to press his lips against your ear. “Slow down now, will you?” It made your heart rate pick up. Levi noticed how every action of his made you flustered and it flared the spark of hope inside his chest out of his control. From the flowers, he hoped you’d notice his little advances during this day. He stopped tugging on the fabric of your dress, wrapping his arm around your waist until his hand rested on your hip. It felt so right that Levi kept the proximity the duration of your walk to the teashop.

The small bell ringing upon your arrival alerted the shop owner, their eyes visibly brightening at the sight of the two important people in the Survey Corps.

“Mr. Ackerman! Ms. [Last Name]! Welcome, welcome,” they greeted with a huge smile. “We have a new batch of tea blends that I know would suit both of your tastes. Ms. [Last Name], I remember your inquiry of some flower and fruit teas and it’s just your luck that there’s still some left today!”

You nodded; a kind grin painted on your lips. The teashop owner has always been a pure soul that had the same air as the baker you just visited. You walked to the counter, peering down at the small bags of tea placed by the shop owner. There were a series of scents that you only envisioned in orchards and flower meadows. What caught your eye was the butterfly pea flower tea. You could only imagine what color they hold once brewed and enjoyed in a small cup. With your decision, you looked up at the shop owner. “I’ll have this butterfly pea flower tea and the raspberry hibiscus one.”

“Excellent choice, miss! They just arrived and I can guarantee they taste the way you like them. What about you, Mr. Ackerman?”

You turned to Levi who was also eyeing the small bag of dried pink petals, eyes flickering between the dried petals and you. He straightened, hand snug in the pocket of his jacket. “Just my usual black tea and some chamomile, too.”

“I’ll pack them right away, then.”

He nodded. He watched as you walked away and examined some tea blends displayed around the shop, picking up a box of herbal tea along the way. His stormy eyes followed you, occasionally glancing at the dried petals he was interested in earlier. “Actually, can you also pack some of these pink petals?” His question caught your attention but he didn’t meet your curious eyes. Sure, he was not one to try anything other than his usual favored teas but your sparkling eyes while staring at the rare blends pierced his heart.

“Sure, Mr. Ackerman!”

He wanted to try these new teas with you later.

The day was coming to an end and the sound of children laughing along the streets gradually silenced as the town prepared for another bustling night. Your hands were full with the bags of books and produce that you sometimes stock whenever you want to use the kitchens for a special meal late at night. (It was a good thing that the cook allowed you to place your bought vegetables and eggs there, who knows what might happen if you let your groceries rot inside your quarters.) The walk back to your horses painted the atmosphere into something soothing — you walking ahead of Levi and the onyx-haired man longingly trailing his eyes over your back.

Orange and carnation hues washed over your figure. It illuminated your hair and your skin, making you ethereal in Levi’s eyes. Your dress was billowing against the breeze, brushing through your locks. You were so elegant for Levi, even the way you fly around in your ODM gear or how you execute your hand-to-hand combat skills. Everything you do is like a craft made by a dancer and the entire world was your stage. Levi was just one of the admirers among the audience. Years of pining was one of the many reasons why you’re shining in front of Levi right now.

“You want to know why I picked those specific flowers?”

He didn’t wait for any sign from you that you heard him.

“The florist asked me if I have someone in mind and I unconsciously answered ‘yes’.” Levi lowered his gaze to the flowers tucked in your arms. “They picked those out for me because they said the flowers are perfect for what I felt.” Your irises glinted from the sunset and suddenly Levi’s thoughts vanished. “I know this world of ours isn’t suited for romance but I just want to let you know that I have always been a secret admirer of yours.

“You don’t have to be obligated in reciprocating my feelings.

“Just remember that you already became the owner of my heart.

“Please don’t forget about me.”

God, you look so beautiful with that smile. “Your feelings reached me, Levi.”

Their story was just beginning and that was their prologue.

[jotatetsuken]

sunkissed

features: shoyo hinata x gn!reader | trope: friends to lovers, domestic au | type of writing: oneshot | final dish for: @rexy26

warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, hurt/comfort (reader goes through a break up not with hinata), majorly fluff (lmk if i've missed any tags)

song: sunkissed - khai dreams | wc: 2440

beta reading: @krystalgaia @portfolio-of-dreams @tsukisdarling (thank you so so much darlings <33)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

prompt: “You said you needed me - the feeling’s mutual. You make me believe in the beautiful. You said I held your heart together, made you better. You made me fall, every day, and I’d do it all the same.” “I don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together.” - @sleepyprompts

a/n: a week ago, it was my anime character bestie's birthday, and i figured that the best way to celebrate his birthday was to write a birthday special fic on him <3 so happy birthday shoyo bestie!! keep flying high!! also i have more than 100 followers lol, but i thought it best to write these requests whenever possible <3 as always, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated. ^_^

Made with Love: 100 Followers Event (closed) | MWL Masterlist

As both of you stepped into the most popular cafe in all of downtown, which was organizing a salsa dance night, you turned to your right and looked at Shōyō Hinata, who you’d been friends with since you first transferred to Karasuno. Your mind was then transported to the time he decided to leave Japan and go to Rio de Janeiro to work on beach volleyball so that he’d get better at it.

Whenever he felt like a fish out of water and lonely, you always assured him that this feeling of loneliness that he was going through wouldn’t be forever and that eventually, he’d have to learn to be okay with himself whenever possible. When he came back to Japan and started playing for MSBY Black Jackals, you were so excited to see him play and eventually bring home the victory for his team in his finals against the Schweiden Adlers. 

You ran to him and hugged him, congratulating him on his success and his growth in volleyball, and after throwing a beaming smile your way, he held your hand, dragged you to meet his team captain,  Shugo Meian, and introduced you to him, saying, “Meian-san, this is (Y/N) (L/N), my best friend. They’ve been there for me since school and I was wondering if the team had a manager position available.” 

Your eyes widened as Meian chuckled and replied, while looking at you, “Sure, Hinata-kun, anything for our star. I’ll ask the coach and let them know.” 

When you realized that you were still holding on to Shōyō’s hand, he turned to you, his brown irises gleaming with excitement, as you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“(Y/N),” he smiled, “I’m so excited. I can’t wait for us to work together.”

As you started your new job as the manager of the MSBY Black Jackals, you were clearly in awe of how everyone was playing, how everyone was working hard to be better. 

Kōtarō Bokuto and Atsumu Miya were fun company to hang around with, and you were able to communicate with Kiyoomi Sakusa despite him being distant from everyone. The practices were so full of vigor and energy that it felt somehow different from the matches with Karasuno, and yet, still the same. 

You were especially in awe of Shōyō, as you clearly started noticing how Shōyō grew taller and how he maintained a lean, muscular physique. Your breathing would hitch every time you’d see Shōyō and the perspiration sticking on his skin. It was then that you realized that all these years, you clearly had feelings for him, but would wait for the right moment to tell him.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)!” Shōyō called out to you as your train of thought was broken, and you chuckled, realizing that you had brought him to this cafe, out of your comfort zone, for a reason. 

It was the 20th of June, the day before his birthday, and while he was in town, you wanted to make it special for him. You’d gotten in touch with his team, who thankfully still remembered you, especially your first-year peers, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kei Tsukishima, and Hitoka Yachi. 

Hitoka especially created the group chat for the birthday of the sunshine of the team, with Daichi, the former Karasuno team captain, taking the initiative to organize the party at the Tanaka household, with Kiyoko and Ryuunosuke being very excited to host everyone. Even Nishinoya, who was busy travelling, was ready to video call. 

So, it was planned that you’d take him for a salsa dance night, especially because he had picked up a little bit of steps, having been acquainted with beats of the fast paced music in Brazil, while everyone would be preparing for the surprise birthday party. 

In the meantime, you texted the MSBY team, Tooru Oikawa, now the setter for the Argentinian Volleyball Team, and even the popular Kenma Kozume, a popular youTuber and one of Shōyō’s friends, and his best friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, of the Japanese Volleyball Association.

As the both of you entered the cafe, your feet were graced by the wooden tiles, and your eyes were met with the sheen of the rice lights hanging from the ceiling. The cafe had a space large enough for couples to learn to dance, with the tables pushed to the walls, and you were captivated by the gallery of paintings displayed throughout the cafe. 

A tall man clad in all-black welcomed the both of you, and the moment he instantly recognized Shōyō, he then paved the way for everyone to move so that the both of you could sit in one corner in peace. 

Shōyō then asked you, “Are you excited? I know I am, because I get to dance with you!” 

You felt your cheeks flush as you replied, putting one of your hands on his, “Yes, of course. However, just know that I’m a slow dancer. I can’t pick it up easily.” 

He then dragged you to one of the less crowded spaces in the room, intertwined his fingers with yours, his gaze fixated on yours, and spoke softly enough for you to hear, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” and then winked at you, causing you to fluster. 

As Shōyō led you through his footwork and turned you, being swift on his feet and having been acquainted with the beats of the music in Brazil gave him an advantage as he picked up the moves quite quickly. However, you struggled to pick it up, and so he taught you. As you both learned the moves, your gazes were locked on each other, and you both laughed, being lost in each other. In the swaying to the music, at a certain moment, his gaze on you turned nostalgic, as he remembered the time he started having feelings for you. 

Years ago, when Kiyoko brought Hitoka and you along to the team as new managers, Shōyō was especially eager to have new members on the team, but he was lost in your gaze, as the rays of the sun passed through the window and kissed your face, elevating your beauty. 

During that day, he couldn’t stop looking at you. This caused him to lose focus on his games. As he started interacting with you more and took note of the way you genuinely laughed, it gave him a boost of confidence he didn’t realize he needed. So, he started channeling that into his practices, eventually becoming better. One day, he wanted to go to you and ask you to hang out with him alone. 

However, that’s when he saw you in another man’s arms. He stopped in his tracks as he watched the both of you. His heart was breaking a little, and in addition to the fight he had with Tobio Kageyama during the Tokyo Practice Camp after losing to Aoba Johsai, this broke his heart all the more, and he felt very burdened and lost his focus entirely. 

At one point, when Shōyō’s moves became sloppy and (Y/N) rushed to his aid, he curtly responded, “Please, leave me alone. I can take care of myself.” He then took the towel and the water bottle and left the hall, causing you to be confused, until Yachi whispered in your ears, “It’s probably because Hinata-kun had a fight with Kageyama-kun and that’s been hurting him. Also, he saw you with another man, and that caused him to be upset.” Hearing that caused you to be profoundly shocked, as you took time to process this. 

The following week, as Shōyō walked to the club room to get ready for practice, he saw you being admonished by your boyfriend, and he announced that he was breaking up with you. While the whole world around you stood still, as you heard this news, this caused Shōyō to be irate at you being mistreated. 

So, he paced urgently towards the both of you, and threw the volleyball at his face, smacking him and causing him to fall down. He then held one of your hands, and dragged you to the club room, causing you to stop breathing raggedly and start to sob incessantly. 

You closed your eyes as fear and immense grief struck them all at once, causing Shōyō to ask them, “Is it okay if I hug you?” 

You nodded, and closed your eyes while Shōyō enveloped them in a tight embrace as your tears soaked into his gakuran, but that didn’t matter, as long as you were able to feel better again. 

As his teammates started entering the club room, he opened his eyes and mouthed out the following words: “Their boyfriend broke up with them. Can someone please help me calm them down?” to which Kiyoko and Hitoka came to your aid, and helped you calm down by helping you ground yourself with deep breaths. They gave you water to drink, and as you opened your eyes, you only saw Kiyoko, Hitoka, and Shōyō, while everyone else had gone for practice.

With your mouth agape, you ended up profusely apologizing., “I’m so sorry, all of you, for keeping you waiting.” 

Everyone present shook their heads in denial, with Kiyoko replying, “It’s totally alright, you don’t have to worry. If you want to be left alone, we wouldn’t mind. We’ll look out for you.”

You shook your head and continued, “No, no. I’d like to distract my mind and come for the practices,” causing both Kiyoko and Hitoka to nod.

Hitoka then turned to Shōyō, replying, “Hinata-kun, would you mind walking with them?”

Shōyō then replied, “Of course not. I wouldn’t mind at all. I’d love to walk with them back to the court.”

The other girls then left the club room, leaving the two of you alone. You sheepishly looked into Shōyō’s eyes and replied, “Thank you so much, Hinata-kun,” to which he then held your hands in his, and replied, “Call me Shōyō, it’s okay.”

He then smiled at you and continued, “Look, (y/n), I know that this is not the right time to say anything to you. However, I want to assure you that sometimes, things happen for the best. We’re all here for you, and I’m especially here for you. Please don’t hesitate to call me, and I’ll find a way to distract you and help you get over this. I need you to be okay, (Y/N). I need you.” As he touched his forehead on yours, he continued, “(Y/N), I can say this one thing with certainty. I don't know how to fix a broken heart, but we could learn together,” causing the both of you to smile and hug each other. Over the years, when he helped you get through one of the lowest phases of your life, you were clearly in awe of his nature, and it caused you to live every moment to the fullest. 

“Shōyō!” you called out to him as he broke out of his daze. As you chuckled, you told him, “Shōyō, Tanaka-san wants us to come over to his house. Shall we leave?” 

His eyes widened as he stopped dancing and inquired, “Yes, but what about the food-”

You interrupted him as you dragged him out of the cafe and into the car as you drove him back home. As you started driving, you felt something in you that you needed to get off your chest. 

“Shōyō, there’s something I need to tell you before we reach Tanaka-san’s place.”

Furrowing his eyebrows at you, he asked you, “Tell me, (Y/N). What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, you continued, while looking at Shōyō from one corner of the eye, “I want to thank you.”

As he said, “For what?” 

“I want to thank you for helping me get over my ex and be confident in myself and in the world. Thank you for keeping in touch with me and never giving up on me. Thank you for taking me with you to be your manager wherever you are. All those years ago, when you said you needed me – the feeling’s mutual.”

“Shōyō, I,” you took a deep breath again as you noticed his gaze fixated on yours, “I love you, more than a friend. You make me believe in beauty. You said I held your heart together, made you better. You made me fall, every day, and I’d do it all the same. You’re the sun in my life that I’d like to treasure forever. I’d like to be yours, if that’s okay.” 

As you pumped the brakes and stopped in front of the Tanaka residence, you turned to Shōyō, who seemed really dumbfounded by your confession. He then cupped your cheeks with his calloused hands, brought your face forward to his, and gave you a peck on your lips, but as you opened your mouth, you gave him permission to lock his lips with yours, and as your fingers raked through his orange hair, both of you felt the burden of pining for each other for years be lifted off your shoulders. 

As you released yourself from the kiss, he finally spoke, “You have no idea how difficult it was for me to keep my feelings from you.” As you two smiled at each other, he then said, “Come on. Let’s go to Tanaka-san right now.”

Both of you got out of the car, and as you knocked on the door, you realized the door was unlocked, so both of you entered the house, only to find the living room empty but a pleasant aroma coming from the kitchen. 

“Do I smell tamako kake gohan?” 

His eyes widened and he grinned at his favorite dish being made while a large group of people jumped from the back of the couches and yelled “Surprise! Happy birthday, Shōyō!” 

His mouth gaped wide open as he noticed everyone that’s been a part of his life, from his closest friends in middle school, to the Karasuno Volleyball Team, to the Tokyo friends: Kenma, Kuroo, Lev, Inuoka, Bokuto, and Akaashi, to Atsumu and Sakusa from the MSBY team, to even Tooru Oikawa and Yuu Nishinoya wishing him via a video call. 

As his eyes were welling up with happy tears, he turned to you, and asked you, “Did you plan all this?” 

You nodded in return, and he hugged you. After releasing himself from the hug, he kissed you on the lips, earning a lot of “oohs,” “aahs,” and “finally” from everyone. 

Shōyō was so grateful that he had a lot of people who loved him, and he was especially grateful to you. 

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