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evebestt · 3 years ago

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A prompt sent to me from @thelonewolfes, thank you so much hon!! This one wrote itself so fast lol, I love two idiots in love featuring a meddlesome Saul.

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Meddlesome Affairs

You’d been a teacher for years, at both magical schools and not, but never had you thought your career would lead you to the esteemed Alfea.

You’d applied to the position partly on a whim, partly out of the excitement at the possibility of working at Alfea — and then been pleasantly surprised when you’d been called into an interview, conducted by none other than the Headmistress, Farah Dowling.

And then had been elated to find an email in your inbox two days later from the very same, offering both her congratulations and job offer.

While the learning curve had been steep at first — Alfea was a tightly run ship — you settled in quickly, building a rapport with your students and making fast friends not only with your colleagues, but, to your great surprise, with Farah herself.

It started at your three month performance review, a one-on-one meeting that had started out as business, but had drifted into personal towards the end, much to your surprise as well as Farah’s. You’d thought it to be a one off occurrence, a fluke that left you a little bit closer to the Headmistress, but a few days later when she’d stopped by your office and asked you to share a quick lunch with her, you realized you might just have a new friend.

And a new friend indeed — despite a slight bump in the beginning when Farah had finally admitted to being nervous about the innate power she held over you as Headmistress (and your subsequent reassurance that she would know without a doubt should she ever do anything to upset you), the two of you became nearly inseparable. Lunches when they could be managed, dinners shared over a nice bottle of wine she always brought, even afternoons spent in her office grading your respective coursework, it seemed like you spent every minute you could together, much to your delight.

She became one of your best friends — but then the flutterings in your stomach her presence brought around were just too strong to ignore, and you had to admit you had a crush on Farah Dowling.

You couldn't bear to lose what you had with her, and so upon your realization, you quickly decided that you would never act on your feelings, happy to keep your friendly conversations as just that. But the longer you knew her, the more you began to wonder if there might just be something there — there were looks that you shared, so casual and easy, yet there was a spark underlying them, one that at times had you wondering if she was going to lean in and kiss you. There were times a friendly touch of your arm would linger a moment longer than expected, and there were compliments that felt almost too heartfelt to just be that of a friend.

In the soft light of her living room one night, the stress of a busy week finally melting from the both of you, she reached out and touched the sleeve of the blouse you wore, fingering the material gently as she murmured, “That color looks gorgeous on you.”

You blushed, and tried to hide it in your wine glass, but hadn’t missed her proud look at pulling such a reaction from you. “You’re too kind,” you finally replied, smiling fondly at her, “but thank you.” Maybe it was the wine going to your head, but before you could overthink it, you turned your smile into something more like a smirk and spoke again. “You’ll make a girl feel special with compliments like that.”

“Maybe I intend to,” she replied, a little gleam in her eye that made your heart jump and fill you with the urge to lean in closer, but then she was standing to retrieve something sweet from the kitchen, and the moment was broken.

For months, moments like that continued, moments you thought might drive you crazy if they continued, and you began to doubt your strict no action policy. She had to be flirting, you thought, the connection between you deepening as her compliments and suggestions became more and more bold. You in turn had become more bold with your responses, trying to match her level of interest when you sat close together and your body all but screamed just kiss me, and you were finally admitting to yourself that you’d have to do something about whatever it was between you, and only hope that your instincts were right.

And then, one night, it all seemed to shatter.

You’d had a late night, grading and planning out your lessons, and it was well past dark by the time you finally emerged from your office, ready to fall into bed and nothing else. You slowly made your way through the halls, bleary eyed from staring at papers for so long, but alert enough to hear Farah and Saul’s voices coming from the nearby courtyard, even if they were quiet enough not to hear their exact words. The sound made you smile, and planned to stop and say a quick hello before stumbling back to your suite, but upon rounding the corner, still hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit hallway, what you saw made you stop and press deeper into the shadows.

They sat close together on the bench, so close that their thighs pressed together, and it felt like a stone had dropped in your stomach. Saul leaned back against the table, his elbows on it for support, and he looked fondly down at Farah as they talked, her posture shorter than his from where she leaned forward against the table, her back towards you as she rested her chin on her clasped hands. A bottle of something sat on the table between them, their glasses discarded now, but it was a scene so familiar that it made your heart ache, if only because you’d shared it so many times with Farah, and now you were on the outside looking in.

She chuckled at something he said, her posture relaxing with the soft little noise, and it was the same as when she laughed with you, the same noise you thought had reflected her comfort with you, her interest in you.

What you thought had been her flirting with you.

They’re together, you thought to yourself, and of course they were together, you were naive before to think that they weren’t, that they were only friends. They’d been through hell together, had practically grown up together at Alfea, and now here they were, running the very same school, colleagues and lovers, friends and paramours. It was the perfect story — far more perfect than what yours could have been.

You watched as he grinned and pushed her leg with his, making her laugh lightly and push back, and you had to turn away before your heart broke anymore, had to leave until you were far, far away, so far away that you could just forget about everything that could have been.

~~~~~~~~~

You made a conscious effort to pull away from Farah after that — not because you were avoiding her, you told yourself, but because you realized just how much time you’d been spending with her, and how that might affect her love life with Saul. No, it wasn’t out of hurt or rejection that you’d canceled your dinner with her, or hadn’t dropped by her office in several days, it was just because she deserved more time with Saul, and since it was obvious they were keeping it a secret, she couldn’t very well tell you when she needed more time to spend with him. So, you’d do it for her — that’s all it was, just a kind gesture for a lovely couple.

You told yourself that every time you subconsciously made your way towards her office, or every time you thought about texting her to invite her for dinner — but no matter how many times you told yourself, it was becoming harder and harder to deny the hole in your heart that seemed to be shaped like Farah.

This isn’t high school, you thought angrily to yourself one day when you delayed the start of your lunch hour by a few minutes because you knew this was the time Farah returned to her office from her own lunch. The world isn’t over because your crush is in a relationship — besides, you were never anything more than friends, and you’re going to lose that if you keep acting this way.

But then why did it hurt so much to even think about her?

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you stood and grabbed your wallet from your desk drawer, the meal you’d brought from home not as appetizing as it had been that morning. Turning towards the door, you looked up from fiddling with the clasp of your wallet only to jump at the sight of Farah, knuckles poised to knock on the door jam.

“Farah,” you breathed, putting a hand to your chest like it could calm your heartbeat, what, is she summoned like Betelgeuse?

“I’m sorry,” she said, though with a hint of a smile, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, it’s,” you waved your hand, taking a steadying breath. “It’s alright. Is there something you need?”

She looked a little taken aback at your words, and you could’ve put your foot in your mouth for being so formal with her, but she spoke before you could apologize. “No, there’s not, I just… wanted to stop by and see you. I think we’ve been busy the last few days, I haven’t seen much of you.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, suddenly guilty about how much you’d blown her off recently. “Yeah, definitely busy. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging so much these past few days.” Convincing enough lie, you thought to yourself as you tried to pair it with a convincing smile.

“I understand, it’s a busy time of the semester. Though, I, uhm, I wanted to ask,” she paused a moment, studying you, and then she cocked her head, her brow pinched a bit in concern. “Is everything alright?”

Not convincing enough, apparently, you thought, and tried again. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“I just…” Farah seemed to blush a little, just a touch of pink high on her cheekbones. “We were… close. More than just colleagues, but this past week, something’s felt off. Like we’re… pulling away. I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

She was so caring, so worried for you, and it broke your heart just a little more.

“Yes, I’m alright,” you said, but she didn’t look convinced, so you smiled at her and reached out to touch her arm. “Really, Farah, I am. And we are still close, I just,” you paused, then decided to tell her some of the truth. “I just wanted to make sure you and Saul had enough time together. Alone time.”

Farah furrowed her brow at you, confused. “Saul and I?”

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging in an attempt at nonchalance. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with you, and Saul too, and that’s really great and I want to keep doing that, but you and Saul deserve time together too. Time for… couple things.”

Farah’s face suddenly cleared of confusion, and much to your confusion, she looked at you in amusement now. “Couple things?”

“Yes,” you said, almost angry at her amusement. “Look, I’m sorry if that was something of a secret, but I know you guys are together, you don’t have to hide from me, and you don’t have to sacrifice all of your alone time—”

Farah held up a hand, cutting you off, and when it was quiet for a moment, she tucked her hands in her pockets. “Saul is my best friend in the world — he and I have been through everything together, and the bond that’s created is unbreakable. But friends is where it stops — we’ve never been anything more, and never had the desire to be anything more.” She shrugged. “We’re friends, that’s all. Not a couple.”

The red hot flush of embarrassment began to creep up your cheeks and the back of your neck, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “Not a couple.”

She shook her head, and you let out a disbelieving laugh, looking down at the floor in your embarrassment. “Oh, gods, you’re not a couple.” You let out another laugh and rubbed at the back of your neck. “I can’t believe I just humiliated myself in front of you.”

“No, no,” Farah reassured, and now she reached out to touch your arm. “You didn’t, it’s alright. I can understand why you might think we were together, we can be very comfortable around each other.”

You managed to tear your gaze up from the floor, and Farah gave you a smile. “It’s very kind of you, actually, to step back and try to give us some time together.”

“Even if it wasn’t needed,” you said wryly, and she let out a little laugh.

“No, not needed,” she paused, a curious look that you couldn’t read crossing her face briefly before she spoke again. “Time apart from you is most definitely not needed.”

You paused at that, mind suddenly spinning — you’d spent so much time the past week to try and push away any romantic thoughts and to convince yourself that Farah wasn’t interested in you, but with a comment like that you couldn’t help but wonder yet again if it meant anything more than the simple nicety it could be.

“Ah, no, no,” you said after a long moment, trying desperately to sound normal. “No, I like spending time with you too. It’s been hard to pull back, so no. Time apart isn’t needed.”

You could’ve kicked yourself for how awkward that sounded, but Farah grinned, radiant as the sun, then nodded approvingly. “Good. Well, then, let’s find a time. I’ve missed our routine.”

You smiled back, the week of pushing down your feelings undone with a few simple words. “I’ve missed it too. I have to catch up on grading tonight, but dinner tomorrow?”

“Sounds great,” she said, her grin turning to something fond, and laying a hand on your arm, she squeezed it gently before murmuring her goodbye and leaving you spinning with all the possibilities of ‘what ifs’.

~~~~~~~~~

The next morning was a rare, sunny day in early spring, and you decided to take advantage of it with a walk before your first class, making your way to the river before turning back. As you made your way past the training grounds, you stopped high up on a hill to watch the early morning groups work through a series of drills, their spring fever evident in the way they became distracted every few seconds, joking and laughing more than sparring. You heard Saul call for a break, tossing out a light hearted dig as he told them to focus before their break was over. Spotting you, he waved and, grin evident even from a distance, started jogging over to you.

“Interested in joining?” he asked as he reached you, and you let out a short laugh.

“Not in the least — I’ll stick to my classrooms, thank you.”

He laughed too and shrugged. “Well, if you ever change your mind I’d be happy to teach you.”

You nodded and made a noncommittal noise, and then you both stopped to watch a pair of students start up some sort of game with their hands, a few other students gathering to watch.

“I’m glad to hear you and Farah worked everything out,” Saul said when one of the students had obviously won. “I know she was worried that something was wrong.”

You smiled to yourself, secretly thrilled that Farah had been so relieved that she’d already told Saul about your conversation. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s good. It was,” you let out a little chuckle, embarrassment washing over you again at the memory, “it was stupid, I thought you two were together, so I was trying to give you guys more space to be together.”

“Oh,” Saul said with a laugh. “Yeah, not together.”

“That’s exactly what Farah said.”

He chuckled again, then looked at you curiously. “You thought she was with someone? I mean, in general, you thought she was in a relationship?”

You sighed, not sure how to say I thought she was flirting with me without saying exactly that. “Well… not really. I mean, I didn’t think she was with anyone — it didn’t even cross my mind, actually — but then I saw the two of you alone one evening, and you were just so comfortable together that I started to wonder. But then we figured all that out, and I supposed I’m back to… assuming she’s not with anyone.”

Saul nodded. “I can confirm she’s not with anyone.” He was silent a moment, almost like he was sizing you up, and then he spoke again. “And, I think she’d like you of all people to know that she’s not with anyone.”

You snapped your head towards him, shocked to hear him say that and desperate to know if that meant what you thought it did. “Why me of all people?”

He just shrugged, giving you a smug sort of look. “That’s something you should ask her about.”

“Why should I ask her about that?”

“I think that’s a conversation best had between you and her.”

You gave him a look, crossing your arms in annoyance. “You’re just saying the same thing over and over again.”

He patted your shoulder affectionately, then, much to your irritation, started walking back towards the training grounds.

“Mysterious isn’t a good look on you,” you called after him, letting out an annoyed huff when he just walked on. “Keeping secrets isn’t your thing!”

You let out a little chuckle when he just gave you that smug smile over his shoulder again. “Just ask her about it!” he called back, leaving you to obsess over just what all of that meant.

~~~~~~~~~

You managed to make it through your day despite obsessing over Saul’s cryptic remarks, and before you knew it, it was time for dinner. You were on your way to Farah’s office to meet her when you rounded a corner only to see her emerge from a classroom, arms filled with paperwork from what you assumed was her latest meeting. She met your eyes and smiled, waiting as you quickened your pace to catch up with her.

“Ready for dinner?”

“Yes, let me just drop this in my office,” she said, gesturing to the stack of folders she carried.

You made companionable small talk as you walked, pausing only at the door to her office, which she unlocked with a wave of her hand. She motioned you in with a nod of her head, and you went over to admire the new flower one of her orchids had produced before noticing the bottle of wine that sat on her desk. “What’s that for?”

She glanced at you, frowning in confusion. “I’m not sure, it’s not mine.” She picked up the note tied to the neck of the bottle, and upon unfolding it, immediately recognized the scrawl. “It’s from Saul,” she said to you, then focused on trying to decipher what he’d written.

Crack this open and have a conversation with her — something tells me she feels the same way you do

“What does it say?”

Farah startled a little at your voice, twitching the note almost like she wanted to hide it, and you swore there was a bit of a blush on her cheeks before she bent her head again, fiddling with the note.

“Ah,” Farah started, quickly refolding the paper and shoving it in her pocket. “Nothing. Just an inside joke.”

You weren’t quite convinced, but then she smiled reassuringly at you and held out the bottle. “I believe it’s meant to be a gift — want to share over dinner?”

Dinner turned out just to be meals from the cafeteria, taken to be eaten on a bench on the edge of campus, but the food was decent and the wine even better, and your and Farah’s conversation quickly slipped into the comfortable rhythm it had always been, leaving you to wonder how you’d managed even a week without her company.

When the food was finished, Farah came around to sit on your side of the bench, and you both ended up turned towards each other, one elbow propped on the table and one knee bent to rest on the bench as you continued your murmured conversation.

When it lulled, you both watched as Farah slowly swirled the last bit of wine in her glass, mesmerized into silence by the movement. “I said this was a gift from Saul,” she said finally, staring into the dark liquid. “Though it was given to me with a purpose.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “I’m meant to have a conversation with you. About… what I feel for you.”

Your heart thumped double time in your chest for a moment, like you were dropped suddenly on a precipice and you had to decide which way you were going to fall.

“Actually,” you started, staring into your own glass, “Saul mentioned I should have a conversation with you, too. Something about asking you why you might want me specifically to know you’re not seeing anyone. Romantically, I mean.”

You’d both been avoiding each other’s gaze, but at this Farah looked at you, a mixture of humor and annoyance in her eyes. “He said that to you, hm?”

You nodded, and she chuckled, again in that mixture of humor and annoyance as she looked back to her glass. “He’s never been one to meddle in my romantic affairs. I don’t know what makes you different.”

She said romantic affairs, you thought, and that did nothing to calm your racing heart, nerves and excitement both making it feel as though it was in your throat, and you had to swallow twice before you could speak again. “So,” you said after a few long moments, “why should I in particular know you’re single?”

She was quiet again for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath. “I suppose it’s because I wouldn’t mind if you were the one to change that.”

Both of us beating around the bush, you thought to yourself, and nearly laughed at how infuriatingly vague you were both being, neither wanting to step on the other’s toes and ending up doing literary backflips to say the simplest things.

“Before either of us say anything else confusing or vague,” you started, making you both chuckle. “I’ll just say this: I like you. Romantically. And I have for a long time. That was the other part of why I pulled away when I thought you and Saul were together, because I was sad that I didn’t have the chance with you that I thought I did, and needed some time to process that. But now knowing I was wrong about that,” you cocked your head and gave her a teasing look, “I would also like it if I was the one to take Farah Dowling from single to romantically involved.”

She smiled at your choice of words, nudging the toe of her shoe against your own. “I’ve liked you for a long time, too. Admittedly, I’ve been flirting with you for a while, and thought that you were flirting back, which is why I never stopped my advances.” She paused, glancing at you briefly with an almost nervous look. “But if I may ask, why did it take us so long to have this conversation, then?”

“Partly, I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship in case I was wrong. And, well, I…” you paused, shrugging your shoulders. “I didn’t know if you…” you gestured with your hand, trying to find the most tactful way to make your point, “swung that way.”

You felt like you were in high school again, awkwardly trying to figure out who was and who wasn’t, but you forced yourself to glance at her, only to see her smiling faintly at you, her eyes shining with the fondness of it, and you couldn’t help but return it, if somewhat shakily. She reached out then, and tipping your head back with a gentle knuckle on your chin, she leaned down and laid a kiss on your lips.

She was warm against you, and soft was the only word you could think to describe everything about the moment, making you lean deeper into the embrace and let out a sigh of pure contentment. She made a quiet noise in response, barely audible, but the vibration of it tickled your lips, and you had the sudden urge to laugh out of sheer excitement, joy, disbelief, glee.

The kiss ended slowly, sweetly, leaving you glowing and pleasantly fuzzy, your mind sluggishly trying to catch up with what had happened.

“Do you know now?” she spoke softly, her voice a little rougher than normal, and you huffed out a laugh, slowly blinking open your eyes to look into hers.

“I might need more proof.”

She grinned, murmuring, “Happily,” before she kissed you again, and you blissfully let everything else fall away.

Late that night, well after the moon had risen and even the frogs had quieted their songs, you were still sitting at the same bench, but pressed close together now, and with your fingers tangled together just because you could. The rhythm of your conversation was still the same, comforting cadence as always, but now with her hand in yours and the taste of her lips still fresh in your mind, you felt as though something in your chest had shifted, just barely, but enough to open a space for promises and hopes and dreams and love.

“Thank the gods Saul meddled this time, hm?” you teased, reaching out to brush a fallen piece of hair behind her ear, glowing silver in the moonlight. “We might have never gotten here, otherwise.”

She rolled her eyes but still chuckled, leaning into your touch that ghosted her cheek. “Oh, I think we would have figured it out eventually.” At your raised eyebrow, she chuckled again and tilted her head in acquiescence. “But I suppose we do have him to thank for some extra time together.”

You hummed in agreement, and leaned in to press your lips softly to hers. “Thankful, indeed,” you murmured, and then let yourself slip back into the quiet of the night, with nothing but the sound of your breath and your hearts becoming one.

#i know the movie is beetlejuice but the characters name is betelgeuse so i went with i #bc i just had to put my dumb joke in there #farah dowling #farah dowling x reader #farah dowling x fem reader #saul silva #ftws #fate the winx saga #most unrealistic part of this fic is reader getting a job offer within two days lol

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endcryst4l · 4 years ago

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fairy tale

the sequel to favorite galaxies! the song that is referenced later on and is the title is fairy tale by homemade haircuts :] (read the third part here)

After multiple pleads of Tommy, Wilbur and even Phil, Techno finally built up enough courage to ask you to come over again.

“I did it, (Y/N)’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Techno told his family when he came downstairs from his room. Phil and Wilbur cheered, Tommy began jumping up and down. Techno chuckled, “they said they were going to bring dessert as well, but needed to know whether you guys preferred vanilla or chocolate cake.”

“Aw they don't need to do that.” Phil said before Techno cut him off, “That’s what I said as well but I wasn’t able to change their mind.”

“Chocolate?” Wilbur suggested and they all nodded, Techno off to his room again to talk with you.

“Hey (Y/N)?” he said as he unmuted himself in the discord call. “Shit!” you yelped, “Sorry, you scared me.” Techno laughed, “Sorry, sorry. They said chocolate. They’re all really excited to see you again, especially Tommy.” “I’m really excited to see them too. How have they been doing?” you asked. Techno smiled, “good! Wilbur hasn’t stopped asking to meet you and neither has Tommy. He’s literally been asking about you multiple times a day.” You aww’ed and Techno smiled, excited to see you again. “That’s so sweet. I’m really excited to meet Wilbur and see Tommy again, he’ll love the dessert I’m bringing.”

“What are you making?” Techno asked. “Ahhh that my dear is a secret. Now I must go to work on it.” you said and Techno huffed, making you laugh. “Hey I’ll be there tonight, okay? Don’t get too sad, bye Tech!” “I’ll try, bye (Y/N).”

You smiled to yourself as you stood up to make chocolate cupcakes with galaxy frosting.

After finishing piping the cupcakes, you smiled. They looked pretty good, you couldn’t wait to see Tommy’s reaction to them.

Your hand reached to knock on the door when it suddenly opened to reveal Techno with Tommy in his arms. “(Y/N)!” the toddler yelled excitedly as he reached for you. “Tommy!” you exclaimed, hugging him and shooting Techno a smile. “How have you been, big guy?” you asked Tommy. “Good! I made more drawings today.” he told you. “All of which are galaxies by the way.” Techno added, gesturing for you to come inside. “Oh really? Show me!” you said to Tommy and he nodded, climbing out of your arms when you reached the living room.

“Hey (Y/N)! It’s good to see you again.” Phil said when he saw you. “Thanks for letting me come over again.” you smiled and you turned to Wilbur, “nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).” Wilbur smiled, “Oh trust me, I know. Neither of my brothers have shut up about you. Nice to meet you too, I’m Wilbur.”

You laughed and turned to look at Techno, whose face was now a deep red. “Wilbur I’m going to ki-” he began before Tommy interrupted him. “Look!” he said and he held up one of his drawings. You quickly shot Techno a wink before complimenting Tommy on his drawings, also telling him some new facts you came across online.

Techno’s eyes widened, his face an even deeper shade of red. He stood there frozen for a split second before he heard a small snicker of Wilbur. That asshole. Phil smacked his oldest son, making Techno snort. Deserved.

“So what did you make for dessert (Y/N)?” Phil asked. “That’s a surprise. Speaking of, is there anywhere I can put it?” you answered and he nodded, getting up to lead you to the kitchen. “You really can’t show me?” He tried again and you chuckled, “okay then, but don’t tell them anything.”

He zipped his mouth shut and you grabbed the container from your bag, opening the lid to reveal the cupcakes. “Holy shit (Y/N) these look great! Oh my god Tommy will love these.” he said. “Aw thank you, I really hope so.” you said as he got out some ingredients so the container would fit. “Is there any way I can help with dinner?” You offered but he firmly denied again, calling out for Wilbur.

“Yes father?” he said when entering the kitchen. “You’re helping me with dinner.” Phil answered and Wilbur saluted him. You wondered how the three brothers could be this different. “So (Y/N), what did you make for dessert?” Wilbur asked, making you laugh. Different yet all the same. “All of your curiosity is making it very hard but I’m not telling you.”

Wilbur pouted at you and you shook your head no, you weren’t going to slip up now.

You felt someone tap against your leg and you looked down to see Tommy. “Hey Tommy, what’s up?” you asked as you crouched to face him. He leaned in to whisper, “Techno told me to come save you.” You giggled and followed Tommy back to Techno, who was sitting on the couch. He smiled when he saw you walking to him, he missed you already. “What’s up?” you asked, sitting next to him. Tommy quickly crawled in your lap, melting the boy in front of you.

“I- uhm I listened to the playlist you sent me and I really liked it.” he told you and your eyes lit up, “really? What song was your favorite?” “I think it was called Fairy Tale? The band name was something with haircuts in it I believe.”

You felt your stomach explode with butterflies at the realization he was talking about the love song that reminded you of him. Thoughts were now flooding your mind, about if he thought of you when listening to the song, did he even realize what the lyrics were, did he just liked the song with no further intention, does he like y- “(Y/N?)” Techno suddenly said, snapping you back to the conversation. “Hmm? Oh- Fairy Tale! That’s a good song, one of my favorites as well actually.” you answered blushing. Techno grinned and took a glance at Tommy, seeing him nearly asleep. His hand reached to poke the younger awake but you swatted his hand away. Techno raised his eyebrow at you, to which you smiled and calmly told Tommy to stay awake for a little bit longer. In response Tommy huffed and cuddled closer, which was a bad idea on his part. Techno began tickling him, earning loud laughter and screams from Tommy.

Phil and Wilbur looked at each other at the same time, then quickly poking their heads out of the kitchen to see what was causing the disturbance. Wilbur sighed in relief at the sight of the three of you laughing, going back to the kitchen just as quick leaving Phil who stayed put a little longer. He couldn't stop the massive smile from spreading to his face and the warm feeling rising. Wilbur called out for Phil who, with one last glance, returned to the kitchen

Once Tommy calmed down from his hysteria Techno put on some Avatar, also slowly scooting closer to you. Upon noticing you smiled softly and put your arm lightly around his shoulders. Techno’s face heated up, not really used to this closeness. He could say he didn’t like it but he wasn’t really the one for lying.

After one episode Wilbur started setting the table, quickly eyeing the three of you, a mixture of shock and pride on his face. He didn’t know how his brother managed it, but he was impressed. “Dinner’s nearly ready.” he told them, getting nods in response. Tommy had fallen asleep after all, so you attempted to wake him up. Attempted being the key word, he was still half asleep when you took a seat at the dinner table. “Tommy, you know you can’t have dessert without eating dinner right?” Phil told him and Tommy quickly woke up, climbing off your lap to his own chair. The two other brothers and you were laughing but Phil quickly shushed all of you and told you what was for dinner, “Roast veggies, roast potatoes and steak!”

He gave everyone their portions, everyone also immediately digging in. You complimented him, it was really good. Phil thanked you, soon the room filled with conversation and laughs.

“Dessert time!!” Tommy exclaimed excitedly as everyone finished up their dinner and cleared off the table. You chuckled and walked to the kitchen with Phil. While he was boiling the water and grabbing the cups and plates, you took the container from the fridge and started placing them on little plates.

“Surprise!” Phil said as you two walked out of the kitchen, both holding a tray. All of the boys went quiet, excited and curious. You put your tray down, earning wow’s from Techno, Wilbur and Tommy. “Tech! Look, they’re like galaxies!” Tommy said and Techno laughed, “yeah they are. They look great (Y/N).” You smiled, really happy that Tommy recognized them. “You‘ve done a great job, these look incredible.” Wilbur said and you thanked him while handing out the plates with the cupcakes. Phil filled up the tea cups and soon new conversation was flowing. Wilbur asked a few questions, curious about the person his brother was in love with. You answered all of them happily, Techno butting in when the questions were school related.

It didn't take long before more embarrassing childhood stories were told, all of you laughing, Techno tallying the times Wilbur embarrassed him in his head for later payback. Tommy was telling you about how he told his best friend Tubbo about galaxies as well and that he loved them too. You tried not to physically melt and told him to invite him over so you could draw together. Tommy got so excited he jumped off his chair and started running around the house, the remaining at the table laughing again. You took a glance at the clock, caught off guard by the way time had flown by.

“I hate to be that person but I’m afraid I have to get going.” you said, getting understanding nods from everyone. Tommy abruptly stopped and dramatically huffed. He dragged himself back to his chair and sat down with a big pout. “Hey don’t worry bud, I’m sure (Y/N) will be back soon.” Phil said to him, making him look at you hopefully. “Yeah I will! Don’t worry about it too much, okay big man?” you smiled and he nodded, getting up and giving you a hug. Phil glanced at Techno, watching his expression change to pure and absolute adoration. It made Phil happy, even if he never knew what it truly felt like. The happy sparkles that Techno’s eyes held whenever you were there were enough.

Wilbur and Techno cleaned up the table, you had offered to help but your attempts were quickly shut down. You glared at the pair when they walked away, making Phil laugh. Your gaze shifted to Phil, now also glaring at him. He only laughed harder, making Tommy giggle as well. You tried your hardest not to break but when Tommy began laughing as well you broke and laughed along with them.

“Are you going to ask them out?” Wilbur asked Techno, catching the latter off guard. “What? Ask them out? Like to be my partner?” Techno replied and Wilbur nodded. “I-I don’t know. That’s a big step. What if they don't like me and I ruin our friendship? What if they don't want to be friends anymore because they’ll think it’s- I’m weird? What if-” Techno rambled before Wilbur cut him off. “Dude. Do you need new glasses? You two look at each other like you are each other’s world and were literally cuddling on the couch earlier. You said they made a playlist for you right?”, Techno nodded, “well there you have your answer. Trust me, they feel the same.” He was still processing what Wilbur said when he heard your laugh and automatically smiled. Wilbur noticed and chuckled, “you’re so whipped for them, I can’t believe it. What happened with the ‘I’m independent I don’t need anyone ever’ Techno?”

Techno quickly smacked the back of Wilbur’s head before he could get more words out, making Wilbur laugh. Techno rolled his eyes, put away the dishes and walked back to the kitchen table. You smiled at him, getting up to grab your bag and jacket. Meanwhile Wilbur also came back from the kitchen, with your container in hand. “Oh thank you, I completely forgot about that,” you chuckled, “also thanks for letting me stay over again.” “No problem (Y/N), truly. Thank you for the cupcakes, they were really good.” Phil said, “and really pretty!” Tommy added and you giggled, thanking them and saying your goodbyes.

Techno walked with you to the door, thinking about what Wilbur had said in the kitchen. “Thank you for inviting me, it was a lot of fun.” you told him, interrupting his train of thoughts. “Of course, you’re welcome here any time. I think Tommy likes you more than he likes his own brothers.” he said and you laughed, “impossible. I’m sure he would love watching Avatar with you as well.” He shrugged, “I do prefer watching it with you though.”

Your cheeks flushed red and a smile crept up on your face. “Well, let’s watch more together soon then.” you said to which he quickly agreed to. He couldn’t wait to have your arm around him again. His cheeks heated up and he quickly looked down.

“I really do have to go though, my parents will kill me if I come home too late.” you said and he nodded, eyes still on the ground. You leaned in to kiss his cheek, just as he looked up to say goodbye. Noticing it on time, you quickly stopped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. It didn’t help much, both of your faces now inches apart. His face held the same reaction, his heart racing. He thought back to what Phil and Wilbur had said and decided, fuck it, as he leaned in to close the gap and kiss you. You stiffened for a second, you’d silently hope this would happen but were still surprised. Techno noticed and quickly pulled back, apologizing profusely. You tried to tell him it was more than okay, you were just caught off guard but he kept cutting you off with apologies. You shook your head, leaning in again and kissing him. He finally shut up and kissed back, his hands now on your waist and yours on his cheeks.

Techno pulled back again, looking into your eyes. You raised your eyebrow, wondering why he all of sudden stopped. “I- uhm, well,” he stuttered, your hands dropped to his cheek and he sighed, it was now or never. “Do you- Would you want to be my partner?” he asked quietly. Your eyes widened, shock taking over your expression. Was this real? The boy you’ve been loving since you could remember felt the same? You were brought back to reality by his hands leaving your waist and his mouth opening to apologize. “Yes. Yes I’d love to.” you quickly said, making the biggest smile ever cross Techno’s face. “Really?” he asked and you nodded while laughing, feeling all giddy and happy. He engulfed you in his arms, giving you the biggest hug ever. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, before Techno let you go making you frown. He chuckled, “I know dear, but I don’t want your parents to kill either of us.” “Yeah I guess you’re right. I’ll text you when I get home.” you said before giving him a quick kiss and turning around to walk away. “Bye (Y/N), be careful!” Techno said while waving. “I will!” you told him and waved back with a smile. Holy shit.

Techno closed the door and leaned against it. Did that really just happen? His heart and stomach were doing backflips. He smiled to himself, you were his partner now.

His smile hadn’t toned down when he walked back to the rest of his family, who were impatiently waiting on him. “And?” “So?” Phil and Wilbur said at the same time, making Techno laugh. “We- I- We’re together now.” he told them, earning the loudest cheers he’s ever heard. “Congratulations man! I’m proud of you.” Phil told him and Techno thanked him, sitting down on the couch with them. “Did you ask them?” Wilbur asked and Techno nodded. “Dude! Congrats. What happened?” He asked and Techno told them everything that happened.

Tommy, who was supposed to be asleep in his bed, came downstairs after hearing the cheering. “What’s going on?” he asked sleepily and Techno chuckled, “(Y/N) and I are dating.” he answered and the blonde nodded, “does that mean they’ll come over more?” he asked. “I think so, yeah.” Techno told him and Tommy nodded again, walking over to his family and sitting next to Techno. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs. You need to sleep and I need to check if (Y/N) is home safely.” Techo said to Tommy after picking him up and saying to goodnight to his dad and older brother. “Can I say goodnight to them?” Tommy asked and Techno nodded, taking him to his room. He started up his computer, happy to see a message from you. He quickly typed a response before video calling you and putting his headset on Tommy.

You answered the call almost right away, aww’ing when you saw Tommy with the big headset on. “Hey big man, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you said and he nodded, “yes but I woke up because they were all being loud and then Techno was going to talk to you and I wanted to say goodnight.” Techno smiled softly, kind of bummed he couldn’t hear your replies. “Awe that’s not good. Next time you just punch Techno lightly and he’ll be quiet.” you said to Tommy, making him giggle mischievously. Techno raised his eyebrow at both of you, that didn’t seem good. “I will. Goodnight (Y/N)!” Tommy said while waving. “Goodnight! Sleep well and sweet dreams.” you smiled and waved back. “I’ll be right back.” Techno said into the headset as he put it down and went to put Tommy in his bed.

After a few minutes he was back, “hey love.” he said as he put on his headset. “Gosh!” you sighed, making Techno laugh. “Please give me an announcement next time, I think I just lost 10 years of my life.” you said, Techno only laughing harder. “I will, I will, sorry.” he smiled. The two of you talked all night, switching to your phones when it became too late. You fell asleep first, Techno chuckling when he heard your soft snores. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” he whispered, before falling asleep himself.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade x you #sbi x reader #sbi au #SBI #sbi fanfic #toddler tommyinnit #dadza minecraft #big brother wilbur

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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So, Scaramouche yandere idea:

The reason we haven't seen him is because he's on a "retreat"(read: giving his darling Stockholm syndrom) with his darling in a nice shack on the Fontaine country side(read: he has his darling tied up in a shack and delusionaly believes they love him back, they're just shy, so he has to keep them all to himself so they can finally admit their love. Because there's no other reason someone would smile like that at him, right? Right?!).

Nothing to worry about(read: someone help them)

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stockholm syndrome, implied emotional/physical abuse, isolation, captivity, implied murder)

The countryside in Fontaine truly is beautiful. It's a shame you can't experience it to the full extent. You'll only ever see it from inside of the little, barren cabin you're confined to. Eventually your view of the countryside disappears, as windows are covered and boarded up because it's not good manners to stare at something you long so desperately for. You might find it in you to risk an escape for the sake of seeing the outside in person and Scaramouche simply can't allow that.

So, since all parts of you belong to him, he takes your sight.

"Do you know what time it is, dearest?" he's asking as he unties the blindfold, allowing it to fall from your face so that your eyes can adjust to the light.

Dearest. That's a new pet name. Either he's in a good mood or a foul mood if he intends to call you that.

He's trained you well, so much so that you're now able to keep track of the days and nights even when your sight is obstructed.

"It's early in the evening."

Scaramouche pauses and your heart slows, nearly on the verge of stopping altogether, before his hand settles upon your head. And then he's patting you, ruffling your hair as if you're a dog. "Correct. You've gotten better at this. I'm impressed."

"Really?" You say it with such a breathless tone, genuinely shocked to hear him praise you. But it feels nice to have your efforts recognized and so you smile up at him, leaning further into his touch. "Thank you! I'm happy I was able to impress you."

"You ought to be. I do so much for you, so it's only fair that you return the favor, my love."

His hand leaves your head and you frown, already missing his gentle touch. What a twisted irony it is; to have that same soft, gentle hand touch you endearingly when just weeks ago it possessed a crackling ball of concentrated energy. His love is thorny and dangerous. It burns and stings like fire and lightning; like a warning sign meant to keep you away. But you stay because he's the only one who can truly cherish you in such conflicting ways. It's foolish that these reasons were once the driving forces that fostered your escapes and denials.

Scaramouche works swiftly in undoing your unusually loose bindings so that you may finally walk around the cramped cabin with him. He looks at you with adoration, his stormy eyes clouding over with an emotion that very few are privy to: sweet love. You stand up gracefully, having learned that all of your movements must be executed with precision or else he'll take it upon himself to teach you the ways of elegance. Even when your wrists and ankles are sore and you feel like you might stumble, you remain poised. And with your posture as rigid as a wooden board, you await his next command.

If you're meant to be his dog, you'll readily bark. If it earns you his praise and love, you'll gladly do anything. Perhaps it's your own greed that has you wagging your imaginary tail for him whenever he compliments you. After all, you are hungry for love and he's the only one who can feed you the type of tenderness you crave.

Scaramouche surveys the inside of the cabin with indifference; that is, until he discovers something is amiss. Two plates are sitting on the small table and it's evident that a meal was eaten here. He tuts and glances at you with a disappointed expression. The calm before the storm, as one would say.

"(Name)."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to explain this?"

You stare at the table with a blank face. "Someone was here earlier."

"Is that so?"

"And they freed me for a few hours. We ate a meal together."

Scaramouche's disappointment melts into just barely contained rage. At the very least, it seems like you're telling the truth. He's struggling to remain composed as he glowers at you.

"And why would you dine with this stranger?"

"I was hungry." You hang your head, ashamed. "My apologies."

His gaze shifts from you to the plates again and as he looks beyond it he notices the dark trail of blood on the ground. He covers the distance with ease, following the trail on the stained floorboards. He looks at you again. You're free of injuries; there's not a single scratch on you and, eerily enough, not a drop of blood on you. The foreboding trail leads all the way to the closet door.

"I must apologize for this as well," you mutter, stepping over the blood and heading for the closet. Your fingers close around the doorknob. "I had to deal with the intruder somehow. Forgive me for the unsightly mess and for my disobedience."

You open the door to reveal the gory aftermath of your meal with the stranger—the person who tried to be a hero and save you from your supposed captivity and restraints. It's only common courtesy that one dines in false security with a monster before it bears its fangs. You're only doing what you know is best.

Scaramouche stares at the corpse with raised eyebrows, not having expected you to openly admit to murder. But he accepts it either way, as you in all of your entirety belong to him. Your smiles and tears, your body and mind, and every sick thought that crosses your brain—it belongs solely to him. So he can overlook your mistakes just this once. He's in a cheery mood, so it's okay. There will always be another instance that calls for punishment and so he'll dole it out tenfold then.

"Well done. I suppose I should give you a reward for your unwavering loyalty." Scaramouche seizes your hands and pulls you closer to him, a deceptive smile curling the corners of his lips upwards. "But first, clean up the mess. I refuse to reward you in such a sickly environment."

His fingertips are far too dainty to dispose of blood and gore, but he needn't worry about whether or not you're squeamish. Because like the well-trained pet you are, you obey without objection.

Scaramouche's love is indeed thorny, but you're willing to cut yourself on every thorn if it means he'll be pleased. It's a small price to pay for love.

#chit chat #yandere #yandere scaramouche

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fandomscombine · 4 years ago

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Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

WC:1454

I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face. Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy. Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated. “I promise.”

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day. When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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Hiya! I love your blog! Could I please request a platonic Akane x reader x Aoi where th reader is their best friend and they are a trio (Aoi finding reader to be one of the few people she can be herself with and also being a wingman (wingwoman? Wingperson?) for Akane) and the reader decides to make a raspberry pie for Aoi with Akane since she's been seeming down lately but none of them can't cook and reck everything so they get a mildly amused Aoi to help them despite wanting it to be a surprise

(platonic) akane aoi x gn!reader and x akane

a/n: hello hello!! Love these guys!! I can’t remember the last time i wrote for aoi, so that’s definitely fun!! Thank you so much for requesting, and thank you for the compliment!! <3

warnings:

word count: 1,583

Seeing Aoi feeling down was unusual. When you asked her about it, she told you she wasn’t sure why either. “I’m fine, (Y/N). It’s just one of those weeks, you know?”

Yes, you definitely knew. But, it didn’t make it any better. All you could do was be there for her, and rely on Akane to be the one to make her laugh- he’d be there as well, but his confessions always brought a smile to her face. When the smile she usually wore at one of his attempts was blatantly empty, Akane approached you as well.

“She’s feeling really out of it,” He sighed, looking at the school’s beauty from across the room. She was watering the plants, eyes slightly downcast, though she “cheered up” when someone took notice of her. No matter her smile and raised eyebrows, for you and Akane, it was easy to see through. All you could do was nod. He didn’t need to point it out- you both were aware. It was just him… noting it. Getting it off his chest?

“Say, Akane, do you have anything to do after school?”

“Technically, I have to do things for the student council. Teru usually takes my work load when I’m ‘not doing it properly’ or ‘getting on his nerves’, which entails simply existing, but- I can get out of duties, if you need me to.”

“I was thinking… Aoi likes sweets, yeah? What if we made her a pie or something? Dropped it by her house after we’re finished?”

Akane raised his eyebrows, nodding in agreement. “That’s actually a good idea. You know how to make pie?”

“Nnnno, but, there’s gotta be a recipe online, or in a cookbook somewhere. While you get your student council stuff done, I can run to the store quickly.”

He nodded again, telling you that it sounded like a plan.

If only that enthusiasm could have influenced the results-

“It can’t be too hard!” You had said, looking at the array of ingredients after washing your hands.

“For Ao-chan, it’ll be a piece of cake.”

“A piece of-”

“Please don’t-”

“Pie.”

Akane rolled his eyes, looking over the recipe. “Anyway, preheat the oven to 425.”

You walked over to the oven, preheating it, then feeling rather proud of yourself. One step down, only so many more to go! Easy-peasy!

Grabbing a pie plate, you reached for the pastry. “I’ll roll out the crust if you’ll work on the filling?”

“Alright… I just put everything in it?”

“Yeah. Measure the stuff and whatnot.”

Akane grabbed the ingredients, putting the necessary amount into a bowl, as you glanced at the recipe.

“Oh, but not the egg or water-”

“...(Y/N), I swear to-”

You tensed as Akane sighed in frustration, walking to the trashcan and pouring the combination of ingredients into it. He rinsed the bowl lightly, before taking the recipe and reading it over once more. After reading it, he began to make the mixture properly, not sparing you a slightly annoyed- though harmless- glance. He mixed, then pushed the bowl your way.

“I mixed, you put it in.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, as you poured the mixture on top of the crust, then wet the outside of the crust lightly. Once that was finished, you reached for the rest of the pastry, setting a knife aside as you rolled it out.

“Are we gonna make it all criss-crossed?” Akane asked, walking over to you, and peering down as you took the knife.

“Yep, as best we- aH ouch, ouch,” You yelped, dropping the knife and bringing your hand to your mouth.

“Oi, don’t put your hand in your mouth- you’ve been touching the dough, wash it off first.”

You grumbled, walking to the sink and wincing as you washed your bleeding finger off. Luckily, it was nothing more than a knick, but it still hurt-

“You got blood in the dough,” Akane groaned, walking over to you and placing the knife and plate in the sink, then tossing the dough. He walked over to the counter, taking an extra thing of dough that he was now glad you bought, and rolling it out. He took it upon himself to slice the bits, telling you to mix the egg and water while he did so.

So, he placed the slices over the pie, and you lightly applied the egg-water mixture, smiling as he crimped the edges. You sprinkled a small amount of sugar over the top, then placed your hands on your hips proudly. Akane shoved the pie in your direction, then motioned to the oven.

“Cook for 15 minutes, then, once that’s over, we’ll lower the heat and cook it a little longer.”

“50? Isn’t that a little long?”

“15? Not really, no, not unless you have a plane to catch.”

You shrugged, placing the pie in the oven, then setting the time for 50 minutes. All that was left to do was wait.

You walked back over to Akane, then took a seat on the floor. He looked down at you, then followed your actions. “You think Ao-chan will like it?” He asked after a moment, causing you to shrug once more.

“I think so. Heartfelt things are supposed to mean more, right? Nothing gets more heartfelt than a homemade pie. Though store bought would have been easier, the trial and error just makes it better. At least, that’s what I hope-”

“That’s true. You’ve got the cut to prove it.”

“Shut it, four-eyes.”

Akane laughed, as the conversation continued lightly. Mainly talking about Aoi, drifting to how you hoped she’d feel better, drifting to how the pie smell was starting to get strong.

“I told you, Akane, I feel like 50 minutes is a little too long.”

“...HOW MUCH-”

“50?? Did you not say 50???”

“50? Five-zero?”

“Yes???”

“I SAID 15- ONE-FIVE, FREAKING-”

You both jumped up, running to the oven. You turned it off, while Akane grabbed the oven mitts, opening the oven and grabbing the pie. The brown, slightly smoking pie. The burn smell filled the room, but… at least it still smelled somewhat like raspberries…?

“(Y/N), we’re friends- but more importantly, you’re one of Ao-chan’s best friends- so I won’t say what I’m thinking. But I do want you to know, I have a few choice words that I’m keeping to myself.”

“Maybe you should enunciate-?! You’re top of the class, and for what???”

“Okay, first of all-”

“(Y/N)? Akane?”

“Ao-chan..” Akane muttered, in sync with your, ”Aoi...”

The purple-haired girl sniffed lightly, before her eyes landed on the pie resting in front of the two of you. Her expression was pure curiosity, practically asking the both of you “what’s going on?”

“Ah… Akane and I were just trying to… make a pie…”

“What for? You guys know I can cook, I would have helped.”

“Well- it was supposed to be for you, Ao-chan. We ran into… some misunderstandings though.”

Aoi’s surprised expression melted into genuine joy, which quickly melted into sweet laughter. You saw Akane’s face flush slightly from the corner of your eyes, and you couldn’t blame him- even platonically, her laugh really was purely… music. She was laughing at the two of you, you both knew that- but, the two of you made her laugh. For the first time that week, she was smiling, laughing. She was happy. You and Akane exchanged victorious glances, fist bumping underneath the counter.

“Ah, it can’t be helped then. (Y/N), Akane, are there extra ingredients?”

You nodded, grabbing the extra things of dough from a grocery bag, then motioning at the already-out ingredients.

“Great! Akane, preheat the oven please? 425 for now.”

Akane nodded, walking over to the oven and preheating it. While he did that, Aoi handed you the dough, and took over the ingredients for the filling. “Roll that out, please, (Y/N). I’ll take the filling- but, Akane, I’ll trust you to roll out the second thing of dough. I can cut it and apply it to the pie,” She ordered, placing the necessary ingredients into the bowl. The way she went about things was neat, showing off her perfectionist tendencies. Compared to the mess you and Akane had created earlier… she really was a diamond in the rough.

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Time had passed, the pie finished and cooled off, though the sun was nearly gone. Aoi cut the pie, offering the both of you a slice, then taking one for herself. Cheerily, she took a bite, as you and Akane followed suit.

The sweet smell filled the room, so much nicer than the burning smell created earlier. The taste was just as lovely- accompanied with Aoi’s smiles, everything in the world suddenly felt right again.

“Even if it didn’t go as you two planned, I am really grateful for you both. I know the two of you wanted to try and cheer me up… I think this was a really sweet way of going about it. And, to be completely honest, I am feeling better.”

“Ao-chan… I love you so much…!”

“Hmm… 5 points! 3 bonuses for the pie.”

Akane sighed lightheartedly, taking another bite from the pie.

“Aoi, I love you so much,” You spoke, placing a hand on your chest and smiling at the girl. “Platonically, of course-”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Aoi smiled, closing her eyes cutely.

“(Y/N), those choice words from earlier really are seeming very nice to share with you-”

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jayeray-hq · 4 years ago

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How He Shows You Affection: Tsukishima Kei

Post Time Skip/Manga Spoilers!

Warnings: None All Fluff!

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This was requested by an anon who asked for both Tsukishima and Kita Shinsuke! I hope you like it anon. I have to admit I’m not the biggest fan of Tsukishima, but I hope I did him justice! 😭🥺, also huge thank you to @haikyuu-addict for beta reading for me you’re amazing!

He Teases You

You grimaced slightly as you stared up at the mug on the highest shelf of the cabinet pushed all the way to the back. It was going to be an incredible hassle to reach it, and a part of you wondered briefly if it would even be worth it to try. After all you had plenty of other mugs in your kitchen. It was just, that happened to be your favorite mug, it had actually been a gag gift from your boyfriend, and read ‘you’re my favorite pain in the ass’ written in his neat precise calligraphy.

However, to his shock you actually loved the mug, mostly because it was the absolute perfect size to make your favorite hot beverage in, something he’d later been smugly satisfied about as if that had been the intention all along even if you both knew it wasn’t. You’d been craving your favorite drink all day, and had been set to make yourself a nice hot cup when you’d gotten home from work, only to open up the cabinets and find your mug completely out of reach.

Staring at it you had to wonder if he’d done it on purpose. It was honestly a toss-up with Tsukishima, sometimes he did things like this just because he thought it was funny to watch you struggle, and other times he just genuinely forgot that if he put things on the very top shelves you wouldn’t be able to reach without some form of aid. Usually you’d simply ask him to get it for you, even if he would spend a good deal of time teasing you about it, he never actually said no, and you’d learned to put up with the teasing after years of knowing him and being in a relationship with him.

Unfortunately, Tsukishima wasn’t home yet, still at practice with the Sendai Frogs, which meant you were on your own. You considered going to get the step stool that was tucked away neatly in the hall closet, which was for these exact kinds of situations, but in the end decided you were too lazy to walk over and get it and decided to climb up on to the counter instead.

You were a bit precariously balanced, but you figured it would be fine as you leaned into the cupboard, your fingers scrabbling for the handle of the mug that was just barely out of your reach.

“Oya what’s this?”

You’d been so caught up in your quest that you hadn’t heard the door open or you boyfriend’s arrival into the kitchen. His words startled you enough to make you jolt slightly, making you lose your balance a bit, one of your arms pinwheeling to keep you from slipping backwards off the counter. Luckily Tsukishima had always had incredibly quick reflexes, and he immediately stepped forward, his hands finding your waist and steadying you easily.

“Clumsy,” he scolded, clear disapproval on his face as he gently tugged you backwards and helped you set your feet firmly back on to the floor, “Just what are you trying to do shortcake?”

“I was trying to get my mug,” you told him with a huff, even as some of the annoyance you felt for him startling you faded away with the familiar nickname, one that was part teasing you for being shorter than him, and another part fondness after his favorite food, though it didn’t keep you from pouting at him as you explained, “Someone put it up where I can’t reach it.”

“Oh?” he asked a teasing grin curling his lips, making his golden eyes glint in amusement, as he moved over to where you had been, easily plucking the mug from its resting place without even needing to stand on his toes to reach it before turning to you and asking smugly, “You mean this mug?”

“Yes, that mug,” you told him holding your hand out for it, fully expecting him to hand it over.

“I don’t know if I should give it to you,” he told you with a wicked grin, “After all you nearly broke your neck trying to get it, and didn’t even greet me properly when I got home I don’t think that kind of behavior deserves a reward.”

“Kei,” you whined at him reaching for it, only to have him hold it up out of your reach, high above your head, “I need it.”

He didn’t relent to your whining, only smirked in clear amusement as you stood on your toes trying to reach before eventually giving up.

“Mean,” you informed him with a huff.

“Calling me mean,” he goaded lightly, “And after I saved you from tumbling off the counter too. Maybe you should try asking nicely instead of just trying to take it from me hmm?”

You huffed a sigh, unable to help the slight amusement that curled your lips, well used to his teasing and with a pretty good idea of what he wanted, the same thing he always wanted when he teased you like this.

You stepped forward into his space and wrapped your arms around his neck and tilting your face upwards. He met you partway, his lips warm and soft against your own, even as they curled upwards clearly pleased.

“Please can I have my mug Kei?” you murmured against his lips nuzzling your nose affectionately against his.

He heaved a sigh as if completely put out by your request, but relented, passing the mug over to you, “Alright shortcake, but only this once and only because you asked so nicely.”

You giggled at that, both of you well aware he didn’t mean it in the slightest as you stepped away humming happily about finally being able to get the drink you craved. You made enough for the both of you, feeling warm under the amused, fond gaze of your boyfriend.

He Flicks/Pokes You in the Forehead

You frowned in consternation, your arms crossed across your chest as you tried to make your decision glancing back and forth between the two choices in front of you, running your fingers over the fine material, and eyeing the pretty patterns. You couldn’t make up your mind about which to buy, and couldn’t help fretting about it.

“Ouch!” you yipped in surprise your hands automatically dropping the scarves back on to the table and coming up to press to your forehead as you shot an indignant wounded look at your boyfriend who’d just flicked you right in the center of your forehead.

“Kei,” you whined at him unhappily gently rubbing the abused spot, “What was that for?”

“You’re worrying too much,” he informed you bluntly, a bored drawl to his voice, “Just pick one already.”

“I just want her to like it,” you told him with a slight pout eyeing the scarves again, “Why don’t you choose if you think it’s so easy?”

“My mother already loves you,” he informed you with a sigh, “So she’ll love whatever you get for her, because it’s from you.”

“Even if that’s true, I still want her to like it and be able to wear it,” you informed him obstinately, as you picked up the two pretty scarves you’d been eying again and held them out toward him, “And you could try being a little more helpful Kei, she’s your mom after all, shouldn’t you know her best? Why don’t you pick?”

Your boyfriend heaved a sigh that was half annoyance half exasperated fondness as he looked at you and drawled, “Weren’t you the one who said you could do it without my help earlier?”

You flushed at that. It was the truth after all, your boyfriend had been playfully teasing you earlier about getting his mother’s birthday gift for her, and purposefully wound you up to the point that you’d blurted out that you’d pick out and pay for the gift yourself and it would serve him right if you didn’t even bother to put his name on it.

As per usual he’d been deeply amused by this, and had insisted on accompanying you to go on your expedition to find the perfect gift. Unfortunately, it had been incredibly slow going, as while you did like his mother a lot, the woman was nothing but kind and welcoming whenever you saw her, you didn’t actually know her all that well. It was only pure luck that you’d remembered she had complimented your scarf the last time you were there and had vaguely mentioned wanting something like that for her own.

“Don’t frown so much you’ll get wrinkles,” your boyfriend told you gently poking you in the forehead, in a slightly softer version of the flick he’d used earlier. It was something he’d been doing since the two of you had started dating, gently flicking or poking your forehead whenever he needed to catch your attention or whenever he thought you were frowning too much.

He always teased that you were going to get wrinkles, or that if you continued to try to think so hard your brain would melt out of your ears. It never failed to distract you from whatever was worrying you, or upsetting you and he knew it. It was honestly probably the whole reason he did it in the first place, his own way of showing concern and taking care of you, that was rather cute, not that you’d ever tell him that.

“Go with the blue,” he told you tapping his finger against your forehead and pulling your from your thoughts, heaving a sigh as if incredibly put upon as he explained, “It’s her favorite color.”

“Thanks Kei,” you told him with a grin, unable to help yourself, in the face of his affection.

“Yeah, yeah,” he waved you off with an amused smirk, “Just don’t forget to put my name on it too.”

You huffed a laugh at that but agreed, feeling pleased both with your gift and with your boyfriend, who really was sweet, even if he went out of his way to hide it.

He Seeks Out Your Company

You sighed quietly to yourself as you looked over your project. You weren’t quite finished with it yet, but you felt like you’d made good progress on it in the last hour or so. Feeling rather pleased with yourself, you stretched lazily, letting your eyes flick over the room, taking it in. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged on your lips as you saw your boyfriend sitting in the arm chair next to you.

He was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his head tilted back, his arms folded across his chest as he snoozed away. You could hear the faint, tinny sound of music from the headphones in his ears, clearly still playing something despite the wearer clearly no longer paying attention. It didn’t look at all comfortable, especially since he still had his glasses on, and his neck was at an odd angle resting on the back of the chair.

You couldn’t help the warm feeling that surged through you as you looked at him though. Tsukishima was a bit of an introvert by nature, despite how confident he acted around groups of people and his slightly caustic attitude. The people he was genuinely comfortable with were fairly limited and the people whose company he actually enjoyed could be counted on his hands with fingers left over.

You were among the privileged few whose company he not only enjoyed, but who he actively sought out. He never drew attention to it, and it was incredibly subtle, but whenever you were both home at the same time he was almost always in the same room as you. You didn’t have to be interacting at all, in fact most of the time you’d be preoccupied and would suddenly look up to find him in the vicinity, usually listening to music or reading a book.

It wasn’t just at home either. Whenever you happened to be in the same vicinity as one another Tsukishima almost always gravitated to your side within the first five minutes of your arrival. He tended to use you, both as a shield and a bit of an excuse to not speak with anyone he found distasteful, insisting that he preferred your presence to the rest of the unwashed masses.

It never failed to make you feel soft and utterly loved whenever he did it, though you would never actually point it out or draw attention to it, well aware it would only make him defensive and hissy. Honestly, he was a bit like a cat that way, something Yamaguchi had pointed out to you when the two of you had first started dating and you’d asked the other man for advice. He’d told you to let Tsukishima do things on his own terms, and to treat him a bit like a standoffish feline, and it hadn’t failed you yet.

Carefully you stood up from your spot, and made your way over, well aware he was a bit of a light sleeper. He looked far more innocent in sleep that you would’ve guessed when you first met him, without the flashing golden eyes and the ever-present smirk on his face. It was a vulnerability he only showed to a trusted few and you were honored to be among them.

Gently, you pulled his glasses from his face, folding them neatly and setting them nearby where he could easily spot them once he woke, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He may try to hide it, but he really did have a sweet side to him, even if he could be incredibly salty at times and you couldn’t be happier to call him your boyfriend.

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dirtyrick · 3 years ago

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The Scientist

Wow. It's been almost 5 years since I last wrote fanfiction on here. With the new fantastic season 5 out, I decided it was time I made a comeback. This is an idea I've had since 2016, but I truthfully couldn't figure out how to weave this web. Now, I think I do. Please enjoy, this really is my baby.

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Beth woke me up in my workroom at around 6am, just a little bit before heading off to school. She usually did this, as she had more motivation to cook us breakfast than I did. I was surprised to see a stack of pancakes sitting on the table when I came downstairs. She had set the table so perfectly, it never failed to make me smile. I rubbed my eyes and sat down, ready to dig in when she came back into the dining area from her room. She handed me some papers with a gleeful smile on her face.

“Dad, could you please sign these papers?” she asked me.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at them, “volunteer work?”

She nodded, “yes, usually it’s a graduation requirement, but since I'm only a sophomore I need a parent’s permission to get it done early.”

Pulling a pen out of my pocket, I sighed, “Don’t you already have enough extracurriculars? Don’t spread yourself so thin, you’re only 14.”

She sat down on the chair across from me with a very stubborn look on her face. She wanted to be a surgeon so badly she was willing to waste so much of her youth on things that would look good on college applications.

“Dad, I'm about to be 15. I want to help people. Plus, if I volunteer for the hospital, they’ll know my face by the time I start medical school!” she seemed so excited for this opportunity. I put the pen to paper and signed. “just make sure your home enough to spend time with your old man.” I told her as I handed her the papers. She smiled at me, with a squeal of excitement escaping her lips. “thank you, dad!” she got up and hugged me.

I’d do anything to make my baby girl happy, even if it means I will see her just a little less.

Beth seemed to enjoy her time volunteering, coming home with a big smile every evening. She would tell me what she did in the day with a joyous look in her wide eyes. But as the weeks went by, those smiles turned to furrowed brows and worry in her eyes. She stopped telling me about her days. She would often shield me from her emotions, but I’ve never seen her this worked up about something.

“Beth, please. I-I know something is wrong.” I pleaded. We were seated at the kitchen table, after having a wordless dinner.

“Nothing is wrong, dad. I have a lot of homework,” she said, avoiding my gaze and my question. She began to gather the medical books she had placed on the table. I still pushed for an answer.

“Are you getting bullied? Are you concerned about your grades? Do you have too much on your plate?” I asked. My intention was to bombard her with questions to overwhelm her, to get her to spill. “is it a boy? It’s a boy, isn’t it? I could take care of him if you need me--”

“It’s not any of those,” Beth stated, her voice full of sorrow. She turned slowly and began heading up to her room.

I was at a loss for words. You could almost see how broken she was. It made me a bit insecure that she felt like she couldn’t talk to me about this issue that was clearly weighing heavy on her mind. Granted, since Diane passed away, I had thrown myself into my work, but I always thought I made enough time for Beth. Maybe not.

The next day I reached out to her teachers, and they shared the same concerns.

“Beth is an extremely good student. however, I have seen her slipping recently. I’m glad to see you’re reaching out, usually, I have to do all that.” her English teacher told me, then proceeded to complain about everything under the sun.

“She has seemed very depressed as of late. She’s been asking about sheet music for The Cure.” her band teacher informed me.

“She constantly carries a book about rare diseases and reads it during my lectures. We haven’t even reached that chapter yet!” her health teacher told me.

That last teacher made me raise an eyebrow. Rare diseases? Why would Beth need to know about rare diseases? I had a feeling and not a very good one.

The next day I took Beth to her volunteer hours, as she was about to get out of the car, I told her “I want to see what they got in store for you today. Mind if I tag along?”

She looked concerned, “I’m not sure if they’d let you…”

“I promise I won’t cause any suspicions," I said as I got out of the car, grunting a little. These bones sure aren’t what they used to be. As I followed her into the large beige building, the stale hospital smell hit my nostrils like a truck, as did the memories. This is the hospital Diane took her final breaths in. Beth may be too young to remember, but I sure as hell do. Some of the orderlies even look familiar, as they glance at us with what seem to be knowing eyes. They look at Beth’s dismal eyes, then look at mine—they just know something happened that shook our family.

We turned a maze of several corners which lead to a large orange elevator with the words ‘elevate your health!’ printed in big white letters. I rolled my eyes. Hospitals aren’t really places for much healing when it’s really needed. When we got in the spacious elevator, I got my first good look at Beth since we got out of the car. Worry as written all over her, she was desperately avoiding my gaze. Her small fingers twisting themselves in knots as she fidgeted. It was something here, it became blatantly clear. Her worry was contagious, as I suddenly felt a sharp stab of thoughts hit me.

The elevator dinged, I followed Beth toward a nurse’s station. The woman behind there smiled at us as we approached. Her red curls bounced as she got up from her rolling chair. Beth mustered a brave face, “Hello Nurse Bernice, this is my father, he wanted to see what I do here.”

The nurse looked at me, her deep amber eyes complimented her dark complexation, her smile lines very pronounced. She was probably late 30s, early 40s at the most. I almost forgot to introduce myself, “I’m Rick Sanchez. I just wanted to see what itinerary you have laid out for my daughter. She’s been coming home stressed recently.”

“Well, Mr. Sanchez, I don’t think we have too much on her sweet little shoulders,” she said as she grabbed a clipboard and handed it to Beth, who was smiling sheepishly. “Now Beth, you’re going to be checking in on your regulars this afternoon. Mr. Opiman got discharged this morning, so it’ll only be Mr. Marion and Ms. Doe.” Beth’s smile slowly faded, she nodded as she put on her badge. She looked up at me and motioned for me to follow her.

Her first ‘patient’, Mr. Marion, was fast asleep. “His chart mentions they upped his dosage of morphine as his surgical site had to be reopened today,” she said in a quiet voice, as not to wake him. She checked his vitals on the monitor next to his bed, and it suddenly became clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what all these terms and numbers meant. I stood there almost slack-jawed because I never realized how much of a genius my daughter was. I also realized Mr. Marion was probably not what has gotten her so worked up. She made notes on her clipboard and even gently checked on his surgery site, which was on his right foot. The blood had appeared to seep through his bandages earlier, leaving a stain on his sheets. The bandage on his foot was now clean. We left the room without waking her patient up.

We headed to the next patient room, and I could see that Beth was walking much slower. She opened the door, and the sunlight hit our faces hard. The woman was sitting up on the edge of her bed, staring out the window at the bright orange and purple sunset. Upon hearing us enter, she peered over her shoulder. Once she saw Beth, she turned toward us and beamed a big smile.

“Oh Beth, I’m so happy to see you!” Ms. Doe said cheerfully. Her voice was slightly deep and seemed very strained as though she had been screaming for hours. She had bruises all over her, including a black eye and what looked like handprints on her neck. She looked up at me and her mouth closed but kept a smile. Upon looking over at Beth, I was surprised. All those worries melted away, she seemed remarkably happy. “You must be Beth’s father. I’m Jane Doe, or at least that’s what they call me around here.”

I stood there entirely confused about what was going on.

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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“I want you to do whatever you want with me.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.2K

a/n: Hi, lovelies!! Here is Hobi and Petal/reader’s first time! Petal knows what she wants and Hobi is more than happy to give it to her. I hope you all enjoy, and thank you for reading :))

PEERING over your laptop screen, you watched the man as he sat reclined against the back of the sofa, his hands clasped around your ankles, your legs propped up on his lap.

He wasn’t dressed in anything special, just some jeans and a hoodie, but he looked amazing. And fuck you wanted him.

Previous talks of taking things slow had lessened the more time you spent together until the discourse altogether stopped. Intentions were clear, you both wanted more of each other. And this was the night you planned to make that happen.

But then university totally fucking cockblocked you.

It wasn’t until he was in your apartment and you were sat on the couch together with a movie started when you remembered the quiz you had to get done before the night ended.

And of course, he was there looking like that when you were supposed to be focusing on your increasingly unimportant assignment. Groaning in frustration, Hoseok looked at you curiously, his eyes wide.

“I promise I’m almost done,” you told him apologetically, your moodiness on full display for the man as he smirked at your grumpy behavior.

Shaking his head, he squeezed your ankle before running his hand gently up and down your shin, the simple touch eliciting even more desire from you. “It’s fine, Petal, it’s not a big deal,” he gave you an assuring smile.

Oh, but it was a big deal, because you were trying to have sex with the man and this stupid quiz was keeping you from doing that. Glaring at the man, he chuckled at your moment of annoyance.

“Stop being so grumpy,” he teased, “Take your time.”

Take my time, you thought to yourself. He wouldn’t be saying that if he was aware of your intentions for the night.

Huffing, you returned to the quiz, speed reading questions to try to more quickly be out of the chic pants and sweater you wore.

Ready to throw the laptop across the room, you reached the final question, making you gasp and sit up, pulling your feet off Hoseok’s lap to fold them in front of you. The man stared at you expectantly, you smirking as you felt his gaze on you. Clicking your chosen answer, you hardly looked at the score before closing the laptop and discarding it on the coffee table. “Forty-six out of fifty,” you told him, Hoseok smiling brightly at your reported grade, only for his eyes to widen in response to your sudden move to straddle his lap.

“You’re so smart Pet-” he began to congratulate you on your score, but you cut him off as you wasted no time in kissing him deeply, Hoseok easily falling into step as his hands grabbed the sides of your ass and he kissed you back.

Your lips were working perfectly together when you started rolling your hips overtop him, the man letting out a moan in your mouth. Leaving a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, you smiled at him, the man grinning happily back.

“You know I like you a lot,” you told him, Hobi’s smile softening even more as he nodded.

“I like you so much,” he replied, you scrunching your nose at him.

“Well,” you started, beginning to pepper sweet slow kisses upon his face. Between each kiss, you relayed your proposition to him. “I’m done,” a kiss to his jaw, “taking things slow,” a kiss to his cheek, “And I want you,” you whispered near his ear, placing a kiss to his earlobe.

Looking down at the man, he squeezed the flesh of your bum in his hands as he groaned. “You want me?” He asked, almost in shock.

“I want you,” you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. “Tonight.”

“Fuck,” he whispered in excitement and disbelief, you giggling at his reaction as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pulling you flush with him as he groaned against your chest.

Placing your hands to the side of his face, you directed him to look at you just as you pressed the sweetest of kisses to his lips, the man sighing against your touch. “Do you want me too, Hobi?” You asked with a soft grin, Hobi smiling happily as he nodded.

“Absolutely,” he whispered with a light chuckle lacing the syllables as you smiled at him happily. Leaning back in to kiss him, you reached for the bottom of your cream sweater, pulling it overtop your head, breaking the kiss to do so. When the clothing was removed, you opened your eyes to see Hobi staring at your body in utter appreciation. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in disbelief, appearing to be trying to prove to himself that you were indeed real, and you were seated atop him right then, removing clothing.

In response to the sincere expression of gratitude on his face and the appreciation he gave you, you flashed him a slightly bashful grin, Hoseok catching it as he looked up to your face, his eyes widening at your surprising reaction to him seeing your body.

Giggling happily at his effect on you, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your chest, kissing down and over the tops of your breasts, dragging his tongue along the lacy edge of the cup of your bra.

Biting your lip, you ran your fingers through the back of his hair, tugging lightly on the locks, eliciting a sexy groan from the man.

“Bedroom,” he mumbled against your skin, you giggling as you stood from his lap, reaching for his hand as you began guiding him toward your room. However, he only stayed following a few steps behind you for a moment before his arms were wrapped around your midriff, his lips pressing adorable kisses to your cheek as you laughed at the action, melting into his embrace. One of your arms rested overtop his arms around your body as your other hand reached up to dig your fingers into his hair, leaning your head back so it was resting against his shoulder.

Reaching the room, you immediately pulled away from the man, your hands grabbing onto his as you walked backwards, leading him to your bed. When you neared the mattress, you spun you both around and walked him backward until the backs of his legs him the bed, you giggling at him as he watched you intently.

“Sit down,” you gestured to the bed, the man slowly lowering himself as his eyes stayed glued on you. You immediately began to remove your pants, quickly from excitement, but slow enough to rile him up as he watched the clothing slide down your thighs, revealing more of you to him.

“Fuck,” he breathed out at the sight of you standing in your matching lace bra and panties set, your stance confident as you glowed in the attention he dedicated to you, the man appreciating the very sight of you. “Get over here,” he demanded, holding his arms out as you stepped closer, his hands grabbing the backs of your legs as soon as he could reach them.

Within a few quick movements, you were pulled down onto the mattress next to him, flat on your back as he easily slid to his knees on the floor in front of you. Hoseok ran his hands up and down the meat of your thighs as his eyes raked in their form. “So stunning,” he whispered, you smiling to yourself at the absolute admiration he expressed for you.

The man was quick to pull your panties down your legs, sliding them over your knees and down your calves until they were falling off your feet. He let them drop to the floor, paying them no further attention as his hands gripped your inner thighs, holding your legs apart as he appreciated the newly exposed part of your body.

Trailing kisses up your thighs, you were nearly squirming by the time his lips just barely dragged over your center, the man grinning devilishly as he cocked his head at you, you supporting yourself on your elbows as you looked down at him.

“What do you want, Petal?” He asked seductively. The question, the tone of his voice, the desirous expression on his face, all had you submitting yourself to him in a way you never had with anyone else. What do I want?

“I want you to do whatever you want with me,” you told him honestly and confidently, the man’s gaze widening before curving into crescents as he smiled at you.

Without another second, his tongue was toying with your clit, the sensation of his skilled movements causing you to lift your hips from the bed, Hoseok’s hands dragging up from your thighs to your hips, holding them down as he increased his efforts.

His tongue worked wonders against you, you moaning unabashedly as your breath became labored. Draping one arm over your body to secure your hips to the mattress, his other hand moved to your center as he inserted a long finger inside of you, a particularly whiny moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

With both his hand and mouth at work, you were cascading into an orgasm in record time, the man grinning against you as he continued his work through your high.

“Fucking hell,” you breathed out, the man giggling as you let out a light chuckle. “Shit,” you huffed, trying to catch your breath. “I had a feeling you’d be good but fuck, Hoseok,” you laughed at yourself, lifting yourself back onto your elbows as you looked down at him. “Take your clothes off,” you demanded, the man shooting you a seductive look as his hands instantly found the neck of his shirt, easily pulling it over his head.

Standing up, his full upper body came into view and fuck he really was gorgeous. Watching intently, you appreciated every inch of skin he revealed to you, thankful that you were the one he was undressing for. After sliding his pants off, you scoffed at the image of his thighs, the man looking at you with wide eyes.

“Are you serious with those?” You gestured his legs, the man’s mouth popping open. “Your thighs are amazing, what the fuck,” you complained, Hobi laughing exuberantly just before he became bashful, you grinning at his shy reaction to your compliment. “Show me the rest,” you smiled and bit your lip playfully, turning up your ‘fuckboi’ charm as Hoseok did the same, smirking back at you.

He wasn’t shy in removing his briefs, showing you himself in his nude glory, and he only cocked his head at you as you stared at his dick, your tongue swiping across your bottom lip. Without speaking, you sat up and reached into your dresser drawer, pulling out a condom before sliding up the bed, all while taking small glances at him as you did so. Dropping the condom for a moment, you reached behind you to unhook your bra, pulling it from your body to expose your chest to him. Dangling the bra from your finger, you smirked.

“Get over here, Hoseok,” you told him, the man eagerly crawling over your frame with a teasing grin, grabbing the bra and throwing it to the floor as he attached his mouth to your nipples instantly. You moaned at his actions against your boobs, the man smirking up at you before eventually removing his mouth from you, bringing his face toward you.

Using his forearms to support himself, he hovered over you. “Why the fuck are you so attractive?” You asked the man just before kissing him deeply, his warm tongue relaying the taste of you to your own tongue.

Rolling him over, you sat on top of him your center making contact with his manhood for the first time, the man hissing at the feeling. Giggling, you grinded your hips down a single time just to tease him, the man shooting you a warning look as you reached for the condom.

Scooting down his thighs, you placed the condom packet between your teeth as you reached for his length. You started by dragging your middle fingers up the sides of his dick, allowing them to toy with the head a bit, the man jolting slightly at the sensation. Smiling at yourself, you wrapped your hand around him, moving your wrist to work him up and down a few times, the man tossing his head back against the pillows as he let out a sharp breath.

“Petal,” he whispered, you smirking at him when he opened his eyes, shooting you a pleading glance. With one hand wrapped around him, you moved the other hand to the condom packet, tearing it open using your teeth. Rolling the condom onto him, Hoseok watched you with hooded eyes as he allowed you to prepare him for yourself.

Crawling back up the small distance so your center hovered over his cock, you leaned down and placed a kiss to the man’s lips, his hand meeting the back of your head to hold you there as he kissed you deeply and needily. Your own hands found the sides of his neck as you matched his action, massaging your tongue against his own as small moans occasionally left your lips.

“Fuck, I really do like you so much,” he admitted breathily into the kiss, you smiling against his mouth before resting your forehead against his cheek. Reaching down to his length, you guided him inside as you lowered your hips onto him, the man immediately letting out a huff of air, his hand at the back of your head gripping the hair as his other hand held the bottom of your back.

Atop him, you were completely still for a moment as you adjusted to him, the man placing sweet kisses to the side of your face. Your hands held his sides tightly as you began to roll your hips on top of him, the man letting out a sharp breath of air near your ear just before pressing another lingering kiss to your skin.

Turning your face to his, you kissed him amongst a clash of moans, the meeting desperate as the pleasure of him inside you sent chills across your entire frame. He was smooth in rolling you onto your back, slipping out of you for a small moment as you whimpered at the loss of him, the man smiling against your lips as he continued kissing you.

Pushing back into you, he pumped slowly a few times before breaking away from the kiss, supporting himself on one arm as his other gripped your waist tightly. With a snap of his hips, a sharp moan left your lips, your legs wrapping around his lower half your hands holding his waist, appreciating the tension of his abdomen with every thrust. “God you’re insane,” you giggled, Hoseok looking into your eyes as he reciprocated your smile, the sweet warmth emitted from his features somehow both contrasting and complementing the movements of his body against yours perfectly.

Looking up at him as he was making you feel like that, you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself for being so stubborn since first meeting him, refusing to give him a chance until just a few weeks ago. He was everything you ever wanted and more than you could have dreamed of, and he was all yours, and fuck you really liked him.

Joining you in laughter, he gave you an adoring look. “What’s funny, Petal?” He asked, not an ounce of insecurity or uncertainty in his voice or expression as he fondly watched your amusement.

“I just can’t believe I was depriving myself of this,” you explained through your labored breath, another giggle leaving you as Hoseok chuckled, dipping his head down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I know, what is wrong with you?” He joked, you placing kisses to his cheek as he continued to work into you, a particularly deep thrust hitting a spot inside of you that had a whimper escaping your lips before you could even think of holding it back. “Oh, you liked that one?” He teased, thrusting into the spot again, your fingers gripping his sides harshly as you buried your face in his neck, sucking and kissing the skin.

“Hoseok,” you moaned out, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue like that very clearly encouraging him to keep it up as he worked the spot harder.

“I can’t believe you deprived me of you all this time,” he teased you between moans of his own, you giggling through your heavy breath as your high quickly approached. “Deprived me of hearing you say my name like that,” he grunted, “Fuck, I’m close,” he admitted.

“Me too,” you told him, his hand instantly leaving your waist to work your clit, wanting to bring you to your high with his own. “Oh my god, Hobi,” you whined out, the man moaning near your ear, his breath fanning over the side of your face, the intimacy and shamelessness of it only turning you on further.

You went crashing into your orgasm, your legs wrapping around his lower body as his own hips stilled, your clenching bringing him to the finish line only a few seconds later, the both of you moaning in absolute bliss.

Collapsing atop you, he immediately wrapped his arms around you, rolling you both onto your sides as he held you close to his glistening frame, still inside you as he began to chuckle lightly, you giggling with him.

“Goddamn,” he breathed out, you kissing his chest through your laughter. “I hate how stubborn you are,” he complained, you looking up at him with a knowing smile. “Fuck, that’s what we’ve been missing? All because of your stubbornness?” He continued playfully nagging, you giggling as you pressed a kiss to his collar bone.

“I’m yours now,” you assured him, the man smiling softly at the comment.

“All mine?” He questioned, you nodding as he leaned toward you to kiss you sweetly.

“How about we make up for the time we missed due to my stubborness,” you suggested teasingly, the man quirking his eyebrows as you smiled, scrunching your nose at him. “I wanna do it again,” you added, the man already rolling on top of you, reaching into your bedside table to get a new condom, you giggling at his eagerness.

“By the way,” he started as he sat up on his knees, preparing to place the condom on. “Was that matching set chosen for this night specifically?” He asked curiously, questioning you on your bra and panties.

Smirking at him, you shrugged. “I’m a classy woman, Sweetheart,” you joked. “I always wear a matching set.”

He scoffed with a smile just before hovering over you once more, kissing you deeply, you following along with the action as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. Placing his forehead against your own for a moment, he let out a sigh, lightly pecking your lips. “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he whispered, you giggling as you kissed him a few times in a quick succession.

“I hope not,” you smiled. “I quite like you,” you confessed once more, Hoseok smiling against your lips.

“Finally,” he breathed out, you giggling just as he entered you once more.

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yoonsshadow · 4 years ago

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Strawberry Kisses ⎯ kth

➺ summary ; He’s the love of your life, especially when he tastes like strawberries.

➺ pairing ; kim taehyung x fem!reader

➺ genres ; romance, slice of life, non idol!au

➺ themes ; fluff

➺ warnings ; seriously this is just tooth-rotting fluff

➺ word count ; 1.2k

➺ note ; this is written for and dedicated to the lovely, the beautiful, the precious Bela, aka @alilbihh. She has brought so much happiness and comfort into my life just from her writing alone, and she’s also so sweet and kind and ugh. Read every single one of her works, you won’t regret it, I promise.

Dawn slowly melts away; drizzles into a hazy morning of cool air and warm skies. The sun isn’t yet fully risen, its light only barely kissing the overhanging clouds and casting soft shadows, yet it’s enough for your sleepy eyes to be able to trace the silhouettes of the trees from where you stand at your kitchen window.

Skin still warm from the sheets you’ve just left⎯⎯the body you’ve just untangled yourself from⎯⎯you feel the nip of cool air on your bare limbs, draped only in a thin button-down. It belongs to him, soaked in his scent, and falls off your shoulder as you lean closer to the glass to watch as a bird flutters by. It begins to sing, somewhere in the distance, a melody meant only for your ears.

You aren’t startled when arms wrap around your waist, a warm breath ghosting over your bare shoulder as lips hum into your skin. A rough and slow sound, his voice melts into you until you’re shivering within his embrace, and he only holds you tighter.

“You’re up early.” He kisses just behind your ear, sways you softly to a silent tune. “Missed you.”

“Didn’t want to wake you,” you mumble, fingers tracing patterns into his arms and eyes tracing the patterns of the clouds.

“What’s on your mind?” He still sounds half-asleep, but you know that his question is genuine. He’s told you that one of his favourite places to be is in your mind, no matter how often you assure him that he’s never left it.

“I had a dream about you.” You can recall the bright snippets with ease, feel the way they warm you from the inside out. “Well. More of a memory. I dreamt of the day we met. Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?” The words vibrate through your neck where he’s buried his face, featherlight kisses punctuating every syllable. “That was the best day of my life.”

You want to scoff at the sappiness, but he has showered you with so many similar compliments, sweet and sugary without effort, that you believe him. He has complimented your glow so often that you’ve begun to believe yourself a star.

“Let’s go back to bed,” he says, soft and deep and enticing. You can only hum in response, because the thought of being in your warm bed with your warm boy and a warm heart is enough to have your eyelids drooping again.

Early morning sunlight seeps through your knitted sweater, kissing a warm glow upon your cheeks as you slowly make your way through the bustling markets. You are only new to this town, boxes still unpacked in your tiny apartment, dust collecting on the to-do list that you have yet to touch, but even you know that these weekly markets are filled with life. With love.

Basket hanging loosely in the crook of your elbow, you are unhurried in your wandering, simply taking in the different stalls of foods and treats, the different characters who weave in and out amongst them. This is the third time you have been here, and you are still finding things that you have not noticed before.

And some things that are magnetic in their familiarity.

Never with a list upon arrival, you always leave these markets with a vast array of produce and ingredients to try throughout the week. Mostly, you try to acquire something new each trip, but there is one stall that you always visit without fail, if not for the product, then for the smiling face behind it.

‘Grandma Kim’s Strawberries’ is a hand-painted sign that you gravitate towards without thinking, and by the time you are there, your own smile is stretched across your face.

“Good morning, halmeoni.”

“Oh, Y/N-ssi! So lovely to see you again, beautiful!” Grandma Kim’s smile is so wide and genuine that you find yourself giggling, overcome with happiness simply from seeing her face. “How are you? Are you settling in well?”

“Yes, thank you! I am doing well, but I still have so much to see in this town, but I don’t know where to begin.”

Something sly shadows over Grandma Kim’s smile, and soon she is clapping excitedly. “Oh, well you should have somebody guide you around! In fact, my grandson is very familiar with the town, and I’m sure that he would be able to help you.”

“Oh, thank you, but that isn’t ne-”

“Taehyung-ah! Come here, I want to introduce you to somebody!”

You hadn’t even noticed the person behind Grandma Kim when you had approached, lifting crates of berries and sorting through the boxes. But now, as he turns to face you with a polite smile, you wonder how you could ever ignore such a person.

Goodness gracious, he is handsome.

Grandma Kim waves him forward, smile never leaving. “Y/N, this is Taehyung, my grandson. He doesn’t usually accompany me to the markets, but I needed some extra muscle today. Taehyung-ah, this is Y/N. She just moved here a few weeks ago and is very lovely. She needs somebody to guide her around town.”

Your cheeks grow hot, unable to meet the eyes of the insanely attractive man before you. “Ah, no, halmeoni, it’s okay, I don’t want to be a bother. I’m sure I can find my way around.”

“I don’t mind,” Taehyung says, and you grow briefly light-headed at the depth in his voice. “I’ve lived here my whole life, so I would be honoured to show you around.”

You finally look up, into those dark, brown eyes, and find yourself smiling despite yourself. “Oh, well, okay then. Thank you very much, Taehyung-ssi.”

His smile is broad and boxy, and gosh you love it already.

All the while, Grandma Kim is looking between the two of you, eye filled with stars and a little bit of hope.

You wake up later in the morning, still entangled in the sheets. There is warmth beside you, beneath you, all around you, and you smile into a bare chest when you hear a hum from above.

“Good morning, my love.”

You don’t want to open your eyes⎯⎯don’t want to part with your nostalgic dreams just yet⎯⎯but there’s a hand tracing lines over your back, lips leaving soft kisses against your hairline. So you open your eyes, kiss the chest you’re leaning on, and look up at the man who has consumed your heart whole.

“Morning, baby.” Taehyung smiles sleepily at your reply.

“I brought breakfast.” Without letting you out of his arms, he reaches to the nightstand and reveals a box of fresh strawberries, shiny and red and oh so appealing. “My favourite fruit for my favourite girl.”

“Mm, my favourite too.”

“The fruit, or the boy?”

“Both.”

You eat strawberries this morning, your legs tangled with his as you press the berries to each other’s lips. If you were to squeeze just a little, just a bit, the juices would drool onto your fingers, into your palm. He’d kiss each fingertip before tracing the liquid lines with his tongue.

And as you bring the stems away from between his teeth, he looks at you with those eyes. The ones that say ‘I love you even when you’re sticky with strawberry juice’. So you press another to his smile, squeeze it just a little, just a bit, and kiss the juice from his lips yourself.

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vibraniumwing · 4 years ago

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imagine.

a sirius black x reader wherein the sirius discovers the reader’s hidden fear, desire and talent.

WARNING: a bit angsty at first but fluffy at the end.

A/N: AAAA okay so mia gave me this sudden spark of an idea so i just went with what my brain could come up with. surprise surprise, i chose sirius black for this one which mean that this is the first one i’ve written for the marauders !! pls be kind because i’m a bit new to writing for them. aaa i hope you guys would like it :< this was also meant to be a very angsty blurb but this is where we are now :D

prompt/inspired by: ariana grande’s imagine, “We go like up ‘til I’m ‘sleep on your chest/love how my face fits so good in your neck.”

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When love was the topic, you would tend to shy away, rather be talking about exams and whatnot instead of the said emotion. It wasn’t because you hated it; you were certain that you longed to be held the same way James does with Lily, but the little monster of fear withheld you from doing so.

Your eyes wandered to the Gryffindor table where you can see the infamous group — as they would call themselves — the Marauders.

Despite all of them being devilishly handsome, your eyes were only focused on one person, Sirius Black. You’ve only spoken to him once, having him partnered up with you during charms as they were forced apart by Mcgonagall due to their rowdiness. Despite him being quite arrogant, he was definitely clever—much to your surprise— and was quite fun to be around.

“Say Y/N, are you going down to Hogsmeade today?” A friend of yours asked, gulping down her pumpkin juice as she looked at you expectantly. You turned your head around and gave her a small headshake, wanting to sit by the Black Lake and read a few books despite the rather cold weather.

Your friend shrugged and stood up, asking what you’d want back from the small village before heading off with your small friend group. As they walked away, your eyes glanced back at the table only to see the man you’ve been staring at looking your way, sending a not-so-cheeky wink towards you causing you to blush and turn away.

The rest of the day flew by as normal, with you hastily making your way to the tree you’ve made as your little nook during your quiet times like this. It had the perfect view of the castle and wasn’t too far off from the trek yet enough to keep you hidden from the prying eyes of students that wandered around the campus.

Your eyes stared at the sunlight that glistened against the Black Lake, finding it completely calming you down as you decided to sing a little song to entertain yourself. It was a muggle song you’ve heard from a shop you’ve frequented back in the summer before returning to Hogwarts for the year.

It totally captured how you felt with love; the love you’ve always long for. The unattainable kind.

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You were a half-blood, having your dad as a wizard and your mom a muggle-born. Your home was always filled with laughter, love and just absolute happiness until one day it wasn’t. Your mother had left for a muggle man, longing for a life without having magic in it.

Within that day, you just didn’t lose a mother, you lost your father and the sense of what love really is. He became closed off and distant, leaving you to tend for yourself as days pass by.

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The one day you wanted to love again was also the last.

It was your fourth year when you had met him, Christopher Medlar, a Ravenclaw just like you. He taught you how to love and be open, understanding you and your hesitant sentiments completely, making you feel the love and affection you’ve longed for since the day you lost your family.

You had found yourself a new found home within him, a safe space that you’ve never really been exposed to growing up. It all felt foreign and new, yet it was extremely comforting.

Everything was going well between you two until you caught him snogging with a Slytherin and made little to no effort to even talk to you. Making your heart shatter, leaving you to your own pain and despair.

And that day was the day you promised to never love anyone again.

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Unbeknownst to you however, was the fact that the guy you were looking at earlier at the Great Hall was closely listening to your angelic voice ring out through the quietness of the woods.

Sirius was out and about with the Marauders when he had heard a rather soft voice sing, entrancing him almost immediately. James and Remus were about to speak up when he hushed them right away, fearing the fact that they might scare the person away.

“You guys go on without me, I’ll be able to find you anyways.” He whispered, waving a rather brownish parchment along his friend's way. They both shot him a skeptical look before leaving him alone, now placing bets as to what’ll be the outcome of their friends’ change of plans.

“We go like up ‘til I’m ‘sleep on your chest, love how my face fits so good in your neck.

Why can’t you imagine a world like that?”

Your singing was interrupted by someone clapping, whipping your head to the direction of the sound, you felt your cheeks immediately flush and heat up at the sight of the male you were looking at.

How mortified were you at the moment? Nobody could ever measure that.

“Nice voice you’ve got there, L/N. Say,what song is that?” Sirius asked so casually, leaning against the tree. You were at a loss for words, not really sure on how you would react to his compliment since no one really knew you could sing.

“Just a muggle song I heard a few months back, Black. How long have you been there?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he just shrugged, shoving his hands in his pocket as his signature lazy grin rested on his lips. ‘Merlin, he’s extremely good looking.’ You thought to yourself.

“That’s amazing. Mind telling me what’s it about then, darling?” He probed, now offering you a rather interested look as he settled down beside you.

Your heart jumped out of your chest at his sudden question, unsure on how to answer. You glanced at him, his eyes were locked on you, the same expression painted on his face as he nodded, somewhat signalling that he was waiting for your answer.

Taking a deep breath in, you faced him and said, “It’s about unattainable love. Somewhat like imagining that in this world, you are loved and is being loved in a picture perfect way; a place where no one can really hurt you, Sirius.” A sad smile rested on your lips as your mind wandered back to the horrid memories, the little monster inside taunting you more than ever.

His expression turned into a mixture of sadness, confusion and pity. He quickly caught on, knowing about how you got played by a boy in your house. Sirius had always watched you from afar, not really sure on how to approach you since you were somehow the opposite of him.

He also feared that he might hurt you, the one thing he kept as a secret and treasured the most.

“Well, you don’t have to imagine that now, darling,” He spoke up, features now showing one of seriousness despite the erratic pace of his heartbeat. You looked at him with wide eyes, unsure of how to react to his words. “I don’t get what you’re saying, Black.”

A sighed, running a hand through his hair, “What I’m saying is why imagine that when I’m here.” He finished. It was rather flattering that he said that but you are unsure; the fear within you warning about how this would just lead you to repeat the same mistakes in the past. Besides, with his reputation, he had enough girls at Hogwarts swooning at the snap of his fingers.

“I appreciate the thought but I’m passing, Black.” You answered, showing him another sad smile as you stared off into the Black Lake. “I think I’m just not ready to love again nor I think I will ever love again. The one I wish for is unattainable, you know. Something far out of reach.” You finished, glancing at the male who had an unreadable expression on his face.

Silence fell upon the two of you until Sirius decided to break it, “But that’s why I’m here. I’ve seen you from afar, Y/N. Don’t think I can’t remember a time where you haven’t looked at me from the Ravenclaw table.” He humored, causing you to look at him with a horrified expression, surprised that he had caught on to your antics.

“Don’t apologize though, no one ever noticed except for me, of course. “I understand that you aren’t ready, but I’m willing to wait for you.” He continued, looking into your eyes as he spoke, “I’m willing to prove to you that you shouldn’t fear love, even if it means for me to wait on forever.” He finished, sighing softly as he grinned.

The monster inside of you thrashed around, wanting for you to not give a chance to Sirius, knowing that there’s a possibility for you to end up like the past but the side that has been longing for something like this is growing stronger as well, making you wish that you shouldn’t fear love in the first place.

A shaky breath escaped you, eyes shutting briefly to collect yourself as you looked at the male, who was waiting patiently. “Just promise me one thing, Sirius.” You told him, looking at him straight into the eyes as you spoke, “The fear inside of me is begging not to give in, but something about you is making me say yes. Promise me that you’ll never break my heart.”

His grin soon turned into a wide smile, nodding at the promise you wanted. “Until my very last breath, love.” as he opened his arms for you, which you looked at with a confused face, unsure on how to react.

“I’m giving you a hug, silly. Now c’mere!” He told you, pulling you into him. He smelled like sweets, a subtle hint of smoke reaching your nose as you easily melted against his touch. It was all foreign to you again yet this time, something was assuring you this would last.

With a few readjustments, you were now in between his legs, back against his chest as his arms were wrapped around you tightly, making you feel extra safe. Your head turned around and you snuggled up against the crook of his neck, eyes fluttering shut as the ambience of your surroundings eased you. He spoke up once more, the vibration from his voice causing you to cozy up against him.

“Soon, you won’t even have to imagine anything. I promise to give you everything you’ve ever wished for.”

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#i hope you like this #rlly nervous for this one aaa #vea writes #sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black angst #harry potter #marauders

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letsperaltiago · 4 years ago

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supercut, i’ll be your favorite scene

Here it is: THE KITCHEN COUNTER FIC™️

Hope you guys like this pile of filth and feel free to share your 😌thoughts😌 in the tags or in my indbox/ask! I’d really love to hear them!! For context: takes place during Season 6, Episode 6: The Crime Scene!

Also do I need to make a disclaimer saying that I know Jake would never intentionally neglect Amy yada yada...? You know the drill.

Enjoy!

READ ON AO3 HERE (RATING E)

It had been going on for weeks now and by then it was safe to say that Amy was getting fed up with the situation. Ever since this mysterious, seemingly unsolvable case had started consuming Jake’s every thought, move and decision, Amy had felt somewhat neglected. Her husband was of course still, as always, sweet and caring but lately the case had completely overtaken his life and Jake spent more hours twisting and turning every clue than he spent being paying attention to Amy – or anything that wasn’t case files or clues, for that matter. It’s not that Amy needed attention, like some child screaming for affection, but she was worried for her husband’s health and, even if it felt silly to say, their intimate life.

Sure, they’d kiss good morning, goodbye and hello but especially the past few weeks Jake had more often than not fallen asleep atop of the case files at the dining table rather than in bed with her. Naturally Amy felt many things: impressed by her husband’s dedication and hard work but also worried and frustrated… in more than one way.

One night, another one of those spent alone in bed with Jake sitting at the dimly lit dining table, Amy was done being cool and reasonable; fact was that she missed her husband and she was shamelessly horny. It didn’t take long for her to make a decision: tonight, four drink-Amy, minus the drinks, was going to make an appearance.

“Hey, babe,” she spoke softly with a sweet, curious air, keeping her ulterior motives hidden, as she wandered into the living/dining-room in her pajamas and pink nightrobe. Her steps brought her up behind him and when he finally came within her reach, she made sure to slide her hands onto his shoulders with extra grace and tenderness, softly squeezing them to hopefully give him a taste of the tender touch he surely had a craving for though he currently was too stressed to act on “What are you doing?”

A beat of silence.

“Just working the case,” he mumbled tiredly sounding unaffected by her presence.

It was going to take more work than what she’d originally intended to put into it, but Amy was more than willing to put in the extra work; she did love a good challenge.

“I see that,” she added bending over to wrap her arms around his torso and rest her head on his shoulder as to get a closer look at his work… amongst other things. He was only wearing his flannel and boxers, perfect, she couldn’t help but think.

“You’re working so hard, babe,” she stated sweetly making sure it went straight into his ear. “Don’t you want to relax a bit?”

Her hands stroked his chest smoothly sliding over to play with the top buttons of his flannel, the same flannel he’d worn yesterday, she couldn’t help but notice. Alas this wasn’t the right moment to mention this.

“I can’t,” he flipped over a page to scribble down whatever information crossed his mind. “Not right now.”

“But that’s what you’ve been saying every day for the past few weeks now. Working yourself too hard won’t do you any good, you know… It can affect your way of thinking.”

A peck to his neck was basically Amy begging for his attention, for some kind of reaction to both her words and actions, but it never came.

“I’m fine, Amy. I just need to get this done.”

Scribbling and flipping of pages continued even so, as if she was air, and Amy, more than ever, was now growing awfully frustrated about the situation. Never before, at least while they’d been together, had Jake been blunt and cold towards her like this. Of course, she knew it wasn’t personal, and that it was all tied to the case and the promise he’d made to the victim’s mother, but still she couldn’t help but feel rejected. Rather than letting it get her down, it did the exact opposite and fueled her inner flame.

This problem was only not solved because it was demanding new, more bold, methods.

“But…” she swiftly as ever popped open a few buttons of his flannel “… don’t you think you would be able to think clearer…” she slid a hand down his now revealed chest before continuing to lure him in with sultry words and notes “…if you just let me help you feel good for a bit.”

Gosh, his skin felt so soft and so good, even after all these years, and oh how she just wanted to bite into it, scratch it red and raw with her fingers till both their hearts exploded.

“Amy, please. I love you but I need to keep working on this.”

Ouch. Her hand froze just above his belly button before removing itself. At least he said something kinda nice, she thought referring to the I love you, but this wasn’t enough. I love you wouldn’t have her writhing and screaming till climax.

First attempt was a lost cause but luckily, in a twisted way, Amy was furious and desperate. Vanishing back to their bedroom without another word, boiling with both lust and frustration, the woman proceeded to plan B; and plan she hadn’t really planned but quickly came up with. Said plan was hiding in a paper bag in the back of her closet and she’d actually planned on revealing it to him on Valentine’s day but enough was enough: now would have to be the right time.

Said plan started ten minutes later when she waltzed down the hall and back into the dining/living room wearing the same night robe as before. Only this time she was wearing something else underneath: something fiery red and shamelessly lacey.

“If you’re going to stay up all night drilling this…” Smooth, Amy. She planted a few candles on the table before him before lighting them, making sure to bend over just enough for the dip in her robe to reveal what was hiding underneath, “…then lets at least make it nice and cozy for you.”

“Thanks, babe, but no need to. Just go back to bed and I’ll join you there later.”

He didn’t look up, not as much as a quick glance and Amy could feel her blood beginning to simmer in her veins from wanting her husband’s attention and touch so badly. He couldn’t be serious? He couldn’t not notice how she was basically begging for him, could he?

With a firm grip, in one smooth motion, she pulled out the chair besides him and sat down before slowly untying the knot of her robe as her eyes watched him, attentive, hoping see his reaction when he saw the surprise she was presenting him.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she peeled apart the robe and let it slide off of her like ice cream melting on a sunny day. The fabric fell to the floor without a sound and there she sat, half-naked and more inviting than ever before in her life.

Not that she’d tried to be discreet before, but she was now so very obvious about her intention that he couldn’t possibly let it slide. And if she wasn’t obvious enough then the way the red silky fabric enhanced her skin’s warm undertones while the black, soft lace complimented the curves of her breasts and thighs certainly were. All things she’d considered upon picking out the set. The gleam from the candles danced in the reflection of the silky fabric and Amy Santiago was more than impossible to overlook.

“Why don’t you join me in bed… now?” She bit her lip smiling while her fingers played with a lock of her dark hair.

“Babe, I’m really trying to work here. Please.”

He almost sounded annoyed with her as he scrolled through his phone, looking for whatever could be more interesting than her.

Anti-climatic was not the word; this was way worse, Amy was sure of it.

How could he do this to her? There she sat, exposing herself, metaphorically and literally, and all he could think of was work! Maybe she should try to be reasonable, consider how he felt in his situation with this specific case, but enough was enough! She pushed herself out of the chair and stomped off to the kitchen. At first she didn’t know exactly why she headed to the kitchen… Perhaps she just wanted to get away from him but then again, she could’ve just gone to the bedroom. The doubt faded the minute she saw some unpacked groceries, more specific carrots, on the counter. Standing there in the kitchen in her very lingerie at 1 AM feeling like a sad, rejected porn star, she found her Plan C and felt that there was no other way. Amy Santiago did what she had to do: grabbed a bunch of carrots, picked out the tiniest, crummiest knife she could find, a cutting board and started chopping.

Noisily. Over and over again. Repetitive and loud.

“Ames, what are you doing?”

A reaction – good. She looked up, just barely, through her eyelashes only to be met by the sight of her husband still not caring enough to look at her properly.

“Felt like getting a snack, that’s all…”

She kept chopping, faster, harder and most importantly: louder. Carrot after carrot, way too many, but she figured they’d just eat it some other time. For now it was all about pestering him, getting on his nerves as he on hers. Ten seconds went by… Twenty… Thirty…

Chop. Chop. Chop.

“Amy-“

Another loud cut interrupted him. Amy didn’t even bother to cut into proper shapes or sizes. It was all about the sound.

Forty… Fifty…

“Amy, could you please stop!”

Finally.

She smiled to herself at the sound of his snarl, hearing the specific shade of Jake Peralta she’d waited for all night long. Her eyes were still glued to the carrots on the cutting board before her and, she knew, if she looked up, she’d see her husband stare right at her. God, she loved their open kitchen-dining room.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me?” She challenged hoping to make it the tipping point.

Then she looked up and as predicted, her husband was staring at her with a newly arrived squint and dark look in his eyes. It seemed as if his frustration had finally opened his eyes to what was really going on: his wife was in their kitchen almost completely naked, wearing only the skimpiest lingerie, and he’d been stupid enough to look past it. Their eyes met: his angry and storm full, hers playful and hungry, begging.

Right then and there a pin could’ve dropped to the ground and it would’ve made the ground shake and sound like an explosion. The tension was thicker than quicksand and it was only a matter of seconds, an unbearable staring contest, before the sound of Jake pushing back his chair cut through it like a knife.

He slowly walked, as if he was planning his every step, around the counter dividing the dining area and kitchen area, and Amy could feel herself beam with excitement at the muffled sound of his steps.

“What did you just say?” Jake’s voice was low, a few tones deeper than usual, something he only did when he was angry or during sexy timez. “Think twice before answering me.”

His hands slowly slid onto her almost naked hips feeling the arousing sensation of the lace beneath his fingers. She was trapped between him and the counter before her, on purpose, she could tell and God, she loved him like this. After years of being together it was no secret to either of them that Amy, as much as she enjoyed being dominant and in charge, loved playing the play of the submissive one, the one getting told what to do. Something, if put in the right mindset, her husband handled very well. Key word: handled. Tonight, she needed to be handled. By him… With care? No, they were way beyond stage. Amy was buzzing with impatience. This needed to be properly balanced with the nature of the moment; a tempered Jake who would not put up with being told what to do. Not tonight.

“I didn’t say-“ her breath hitched interrupting herself when she felt him lean his body against her from behind, leaving no room behind him and her, and her and the counter, before letting his right hand slide along the top hem of her panties. “I didn’t say anything. I was just c-cutting-“

His index finger tugged on the elastic hem.

“Cutting carrots,” she breathed out nervousl and he picked up on it.

“Is this cool? Safe word?” he quickly added.

“It’s perfect and ‘Manhattan’ as usual.”

“Okay good,” he pecked the shell of her ear as a sign of approval before picking up where they left off.

“Hmm,” he hummed removing his finger knowing it’d disappoint her. “I don’t think that’s entirely true.”

“Oh,” she whimpered in reaction to his words being breathed against her sensitive neck. While being distracted by his breathy taunts Amy had completely failed to notice the hand sliding down the right leg of her panty. Here, when down low enough, his index finger had crooked itself around the center section of the garment to pull it to the side and reveal her forlorn womanhood.

Tonight wasn’t going to be a long night of slow fucking, they both knew, but Amy was still surprised when she almost right away felt two fingers part her folds, automatically coaxing her into submission.

“I have barely touched you…” he spoke with a voice so soft and in no way is a match to the sinful activity happening further down her body, “…and you’re already this wet.”

No words, only sounds of strain and pleasure, were to come from Amy. Jake was in charge now and he would make the calls tonight. All she could do was wait and obey.

“You’ve been such an annoying little pest all night and I thought it was just because you were bored, when in reality- “

“Jake,” escaped her in the form of a breathy declaration, in a moment of weakness in reaction to his finger’s Godsent work, interrupting him and this usually wasn’t well received, not in a scene like the one they found themselves caught up in, but Jake was too pleased with the display of his effectiveness to reprimand her. Instead, he just smiled to himself and made sure to stroke the exact same spot over and over again feeling her get weak in her knees.

“When in reality you just, so desperately, need to be fucked.”

To prove his point, he leaned a bit more of his weight onto her forcing her midriff up against the counter. His fingers still had room to work thus moving with more and more ferocity.

“Am I right, Amy?”

Eyes closed, mouth agape and head bent back to rest against his shoulder, it was safe to say that Amy was in another world. Yes, she heard the loud rumbling that was the sound of his voice, but his fingers were louder than anything else happening at that moment. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had her trapped she would’ve been grinding for more, used her body to get a better feel of his touch. Alas she’d have to earn it some other way.

“Amy,” he scolded bringing her attention back to his demands. “Tell me. Am I right?”

His hand not stroking her heat slowly started playing with the upper edges of her panties, pushing them down her curves in the process.

“Y-yes,” came out in a voice so breathy that the word was barely audible, and Jake could only just hear it because he stood as close to her as he did.

“Thought so,” he bluntly approved her answer and removed his fingers from her heat to allow himself to push the panties down entirely, letting them to fall off of her and onto the cold kitchen floor. Amy could feel the bulge in his boxers pressed against her now bare ass and it killed her to not be able to grind against it, to feel it properly.

“So…” he used his now wet fingers, glistening with her juices, making sure to trail them across her skin, to slowly push her hair to the side and leave him room to kiss the back of her neck. “Now that you’ve so selfishly interrupted me and the important work I was doing, just because you just can’t behave and wait to get fucked…”

Amy’s voice hitched, loudly even, in reaction to his words. Dirty talk had definitely moved up a few spots on her favorites list when her and Jake got together; he was so good at it and it made her want to play along.

“… there are two ways things can go now: either you pull yourself together like a good girl, let me get back to work and wait in bed…”

Amy did not like the sound of that. Nonetheless she bit her tongue and instead of fighting him she focused on the soft feeling of her husband’s breath dancing against her sensitive skin as his hands stroked her stomach, slowly inching themselves upwards towards her breasts.

“… or I give you what you need. Right here, right now.”

There was a moment of silence where Amy considered whether she should actually answer or let him make a choice for her. Did he want her to speak up or was it a trap?

“Tell me, Amy,” he scowled at the exact same moment as his hands reached her chest and latched themselves onto her still lace-clad breasts. “Tell me what you need. I’m not gonna ask again.”

“N-now, p-please” her stutters were weak, but they were there and she could only hope it was enough. They held so much desperation and honesty.

Meanwhile Jake feverously caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin, lacy material. Then, quickly running out of patience, he basically ripped the straps and cups down as to finally gain full access to this part of her he loved so much.

“Okay,” he pecked the back of her neck. “Can’t believe you’re so desperate that I get to fuck you right here on the counter.”

Jake definitely sounded smug, pleased with the situation, and Amy would’ve been be lying if she’d said she didn’t feel the same way… even though she couldn’t say it. They’d had sexcapades in the kitchen before but never like this and Amy was filled to the brim with excitement.

“God, I wanna see you on your knees with your lips stretched around me so bad but you’re just so ready for me, Ames… It’s too good to put off for much longer. Can you feel how ready I am for you?”

In case she hadn’t already noticed his hard on pressed against her bare ass Jake grinded into her and Amy very quicky came to hate his boxers even more, wishing she could just rip them off of him, and definitely let out a whimper at the needed touch. The full control he had over her was both everything she wanted and everything she dreaded; all she could do was hope that he’d fulfill her wishes for her.

Finally, as if a shooting had crossed the sky and heard her wishes, she felt one of his hands move away from her breast and relocate to push down the cursed material that kept her from being able to feel him properly. An outline trapped behind fabric was always promising but nothing could ever beat the feeling of Jake’s freed length.

“So ready…” he mumbled under his breath as he, impressively so, used one hand to fiddle open the clasp of her bra while the other was busy stroking his length. Given their current position there were things he had to take care of himself – many things, apparently. With both of his hands being busy paying attention to something that wasn’t her, Amy honestly wasn’t too pleased with the situation even though she knew it would pay off; she could already imagine, almost feel, the cool surface of their marbled countertop pressed against her torso causing goosebumps to rise across her entire body.

Thud. Finally, the strain around her chest disappeared as her bra joined the rest of their (limited) garments on the kitchen floor, soon to be forgotten by both Jake and Amy. Jake did still have his flannel on, barely hanging on by one closed button, but the parts of them that mattered were free and ready for tonight’s purpose.

She felt him take a tiny step back, away from her, and she was just about to let out a whine when suddenly her entire body quaked in response to his right hand giving her ass a firm squeeze before allowing it to run all the way up her spine, slowly and with great intentions in mind.

“Bend over.”

If only Amy could tell herself from ten years ago that she would end up marrying a man whose words could make her body and world tremble… The perfect two words, said so bluntly, demanding, had her convinced the second they fell from his lips.

She obeyed, with his hand on her back guiding her forwards, and soon she found herself looking out at their living/dining room from her new position: bent over their kitchen counter.

Jake’s hand continued its journey up her back, all the way up to her shoulder where he gave it a tiny affectionate squeeze before leaning down and pecking the back of her neck.

“Okay, babe?”

“Y-yes, perfect,” she whimpered, impatient, struggling to retain her recklessness.

“You look so good.”

The unequivocal sound of his palm patting her full ass cheek echoed in the kitchen. Even when trying to convey the need to ask for more into grabbing onto the counter, to a point where her knuckles turned white, holding back a whimper was out of her hands.

“Soon, babe. I just can’t get over how fucking good you look bent over like this...”

Another pat, a strike more appropriately so, to her other ass cheek let Amy know that he was definitely testing her patience and willingness to stay silent. He loved the frustration he knew she was battling with inside; mainly because he knew she’d never break because Amy Santiago’s desire to please and obey was stronger than the feeling of despair and need.

“… Bent over and desperate for me to touch you.”

Jake’s low, rumbling voice, the way an almost animalistic side of him shone through his words, was enough to keep Amy going. Although she did quickly take a preference upon feeling a sudden overwhelming burst of warmth and stimulus shoot through her when his fingers switched their attention from her ass to her folds, slowly running two fingers back and forth through them as to assemble as much moisture as possible.

Pleased with himself at the sound of a high-pitched and dragged out Oh there was no stopping him. Slowly torturing them both, mostly her, he kept working her open with his fingers as small moans and squeals dropped from her lips. His other hand kept a firm hold of her hip. Amy was off in another world, trembling at the feeling of his fingers finally doing to her what she’d been craving for for so long now. Her hands slowly turned sore from holding on so tightly to the counter under her, but she didn’t care. Everything felt so good and she’d die if it were to stop if she disobeyed or accidentally disregarded Jake’s wishes and plans.

All of the sudden, ready to whine at the loss of his fingers but quickly interrupted, Amy felt a strong hold of her hips from both of his hands and then, even better, herself being stretched around her husband’s cock. To hell with the consequences, Amy let out the loudest “quiet” moan she dared. The sensation washing over her was too much, too good, to keep quiet about however it helped that she expressed herself cheek pressed down into the cool kitchen counter.

“Yes,” Jake hissed pushing himself all the way in. “Fuck, you’re the best thing, babe.”

She felt a hand, once again, run up the length of her back as he shuffled on the spot to adjust himself inside of her. The stretch ceased for a brief second but immediately came back, this time for good, repeating itself in a steady pattern that had the entire front of Amy’s body, from her knees hitting the lower kitchen cupboards to the face rubbing up against the cool marble, following the given rhythm. The sound of their bodies slapping together, Amy’s skin drumming against their counter to the beat of his repetitive thrusting as well, came together like an obscene symphony. Only one thing was missing, and he knew why: she was waiting for permission like the good girl she was.

Bending over her so far that his chest ran parallel with her back, almost skin against skin, Jake made a makeshift ponytail with his wife’s soft, dark hair and, keeping in mind to stay careful, forced Amy’s head off the counter and back. Amy hissed, the pain and pleasure coming together, and she was finally in the perfect position for him to whisper into her ear.

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

The observation, rather the implicit demand, went straight to her already extensive drive and with her head held up by his hand in her hair, Amy allowed her sounds of pleasure to fall freely from her lips and accompany the repetitive sound their body’s coming together, over and over, skin to skin, skin to wood, skin to stone.

“Oh- oh- ohmygod yes,” came tumbling out of her like the world was collapsing inside of her and having straightened back up, still with a hold of Amy’s hair, Jake could only admire the scene before him as he felt the stressful case and immense pressure melting away. After this he would definitely have to apologize for being so absent lately but for now, they probably needed this more than anything else.

“Y-yes, baby. Feel so good around me.”

Every word, every sound, every move was punctuated by a thrust, one after the othert, speed and force slowly increasing as a momentum built and both parties fell into and drowned in an endless pool of longing and passion.

“Was this what you wanted when you decided you were going to act like a fucking brat?”

A tug on the makeshift ponytail demanded that Amy listen even though she knew he might not necessarily want an answer from her - at least not a vocal one.

“Was is worth it? Tell me.”

Another tug on her hair, definitely demanding an answer, and his fingers digging into her fleshy hips earned him a small cry of submission that almost had him coming right there on the spot. Alas he stayed focused and steady. He wasn’t ready to let go yet, and neither was she. Just the way he wanted it and the way she loved it.

“Y-yes,” she just barely managed to stutter between thrusts, too far gone to make out a longer sentence, even though she was dying to tell him just how good he made her feel and how she’d missed him inside of her.

“Can’t believe all it takes to shut you up is a good fuck,” he accused her, but she could tell he was not so secretly loving it, simply saying it, making it sound filthy, because he had needed it just as badly as her. “So desperate you’ll take it anywhere…”

He trailed off, out of breath from snapping his hips back and forth into her with hefty momentum that had both his and her legs shaking. Although, he knew, he wasn’t quite done with her yet. There might’ve been beads of sweat running down her arched back, red marks on her arms from the rubbing of the counter and beginning knots where he held onto her hair, but it couldn’t be over yet.

Using the last surge of energy, he had left in him, Jake decided to let go of his wife’s hair and used the now freed hand to give her ass one last spank, one whose loud snap and following whine bounced off the kitchen walls. Besides that, nothing was said and Jake was pleased.

“No complaining, huh? You just know that you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

It was hard to tell since her entire body jerked every time he reentered her however Jake was sure: she nodded. He stroked the fresh redness of her ass before hunching over her still very much bent over figure. The new curve of his body to ran along hers, his chest to his back, and gave him the opportunity to take a hold of her hands where they were still clinging onto the kitchen counter’s edge for dear life. Now he could help his thrusts by pulling into her.

“I’m so close, Ames. So fucking close.”

He readjusted as to be able to whisper directly into her ear.

“You look so good bent over like this… All for me…”

“O-only for you,” she managed to stutter.

“But I want to be able to see your face when you cum.. So hard like never before,” he marked his point by gathering some extra force to thrust just a bit deeper and the small scream it derived was worth it. Although he had already (kind of) warned her Amy felt like dying the second he so brutally pulled out of her completely. It was all soon forgotten though; the second he pulled her back up straight, spun her around and lifted her, almost entirely by himself, up to sit on the counter. Before Amy could fully comprehend what was happening, he had her face cupped in his hand and their eyes locked.

Amy could’ve sworn what he did and said next was the sexiest thing he’d ever done to her: without letting go of her face, neither her eyes, he used his free hand to push her thighs apart and around him.

“Now don’t you dare look away.”

Without further explanation he grabbed his cock and guided it back into her, once more appeasing her with the feeling of being filled to the brim by him. It was far from as easy or smooth as their previous position, but they fell back into a enjoyable pattern of movements. Before they knew it Amy was back to whimpering at every thrust, her magic spot struck over and over again. She was shrieking her pleas as he kept their eyes locked and there was no escaping it. The hand holding her face snuck a thumb across her dry lips, furthermore, causing them to part and welcome his finger past the edge and into the mouth he was dying to kiss.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look like this?” he praised enjoying the wet sensation around his thumb and the muffled effect on her whimpers it had before removing his hand, to her disappointment, only to then please when he put it to better use down between her legs. “And you’re going to look even hotter when you fall apart around me, understood?”

“Y-yes,” she croaked with eyes slowly beginning to flutter closed. “I- I’m so close, baby.”

“Me too,” he breathed heavily as he saw her eyes shut as his fingers played with her clit, wishing and yearning to take her where they both wanted to be. “Now look at me,” he demanded using his free hand to once again grab her jaw and reposition her face as to be sure she was looking directly into his eyes as he felt himself come closer to his climax.

He picked up the pace, the slaps of their skin becoming louder, and Amy immediately reacted by grinding harder onto both his cock and fingers meanwhile her mouth let every deep, sinful emotion pour out of her as a messy ode to her own climax.

“R-right there, ugh- yes! Faster, harder-“

“I’m gonna cum, babe. Right now,” he exclaimed.

“Y- yes, inside of me. Keep going,” she begged afraid that his climax would interrupt God’s work he was doing on her.

“Ye-“ he was cut off by his own climax which caused his head to shoot back and a groan from the deep of his gut. Although Amy had nothing to fear: even through his climax Jake kept up his pace, mostly with his fingers, and not too long after he had Amy writhing and gasping for on the counter.

“Come for me, babe. All over me.”

He was slowly coming down from his own climax and passionately coaxed his unravelling wife through their shared euphoria, listening and staring into her eyes as she crumbled around him.

After a few moments of aftershock in the shape of shuttering, gasping and whimpering, the room fell silent and time seemed to stand still. By then Amy had slumped forward, completely drained, leaning her head onto his shoulder meanwhile the cool night temperature of the room started to get to her. Small goosebumps danced all over her body.

For a bit they just let it be, let the moment stand on its own, giving Jake the time to run his hands all over his wife’s shaky, beautiful body that he loved oh so much.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so absent lately. I hope you know that it has nothing to do with you.”

Although it was a statement and a fact rather than a question, Jake definitely wanted and needed to know if she knew that it was so.

“I know.”

He could feel and hear her smile because that’s how stupid well he knew her.

“Good. Still want to say I’m sorry though,” he smiled into the top of her head before pecking it and getting a small taste of the sweat they’d both built up. “…And I promise that I won’t let work control me like this again.”

Silence. A beat.

“I really appreciate you saying that. Thank you…”

She turned her head so that she could kiss his lips and, just an hour ago, Amy might’ve thought he was the most annoying, stubborn human on earth and maybe he was… But now she was also once again sure of the fact that no one could or ever would love her like her husband does.

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[jiang cheng x lan xichen coffee shop/bakery AU where everyone is alive and happy and nothing traumatizing happened. some jingyi x jin ling on the side just because.]

“Where do you wanna eat?” Jiang Cheng checks the mirror, turns on the blinker and starts to turn the wheel to the left only to let out a curse when the car behind him speeds up suddenly, trying to pass.

“There is this new coffee shop-” Jin Ling trails off.

“For dinner?” Jiang Cheng slams his hand on the horn when the idiot drives past him, but finally manages to change lanes. It’s almost eight-thirty, the traffic shouldn’t be this shitty.

“Yeah.” Jin Ling says. “I’m kind of the in mood for a sandwich.”

Jiang Cheng arches an eyebrow, but shrugs in the end. He’s kind of in the mood for a sandwich too.

The coffee shop is near Jin Ling’s school, a small store next to the book shop his sister loves so much. It is warm inside and Jiang Cheng takes off his scarf with a sigh, already eyeing the menu that is hanging on the wall. It smells like coffee and cake and Jiang Cheng’s eyes wander towards the cheesecake on display over the counter. He is supposed to be a on a diet – forced upon him by his sister – but he figures he will get Jin Ling a big slice of cake and his nephew won’t tell her.

A win is a win.

“Oh, hi, Jingyi.” He hears Jin Ling say, turns to watch his nephew waving towards the boy working behind the counter. Huh.

“Hi, Jin Ling.” The boy says, long hair tied on a high ponytail. He looks the same age as Jin Ling, perhaps older, and when he smiles at them, the tip of Jin Ling’s ears turns pink.

Ah.

“What can I get you?” Jingyi asks. Jin Ling does not answer, apparently too busy staring at the other boy and Jiang Cheng huffs out a laugh.

“The meatball sandwich for me.” Jiang Cheng answers, stepping up and nudging his nephew with his elbow. “Jin Ling?”

His nephew blinks, ears going from pink to bright red. “Ah, the same.” He coughs awkwardly. “And a coke.”

“Make that two cokes.” Jiang Cheng says, reaching out for his wallet. “Do you want something else, A-Ling?” He teases, barely managing to hide his smirk.

When Jin Ling does not answer again, too busy glaring daggers at Jiang Cheng, Jingyi huffs out a laugh. “I saved you a piece of your favorite strawberry cake.” He says, his own ears turning pink, but he keeps his eyes on Jin Ling, embarrassed but still confident.

Jin Ling manages to let out a ‘yes, thank you’ before he’s all but running towards a table near the window – and coincidentally far, far away from the counter – leaving Jiang Cheng alone with the other boy. “Anything else, sir?” The boy keeps his eyes on him, holding his ground. Jiang Cheng is known for acting intimidating – Wei Wuxian says it’s his normal face, really – and while he stares at him, Jingyi visibly squirms, despite the bravado, but Jiang Cheng is thoroughly impressed.

“A slice of that cheesecake.” He says, nodding. Jingyi nods back.

“So,” Jiang Cheng sits down, “is their sandwich any good?”

Jin Ling groans, dropping his head on the table. “Stop.” Jiang Cheng smirks, reaches out to pat Jin Ling’s head teasingly. His nephew lifts his head up immediately, hands going up to fix his hair.

“Do your parents know?”

“There is nothing to know.” Jin Ling whispers aggressively. “I just – I kind of like him, but – it’s not like I want them asking me questions.”

Well, understandable. The first time Jiang Cheng dated a boy, he was in high school and despite his sister being the sweetest, kindest person in the world, she is also, somehow, terrifying. When she talked to the guy, he was thoroughly scarred for life. And the worst part is that Jiang Cheng couldn’t even be mad at her afterwards, because she genuinely did not know she was scaring him.

He doesn’t know how Jin Zixuan would react, but if he finds out about this, then Jiang Yanli certainly will.

“And you’re the only normal uncle I have.” Jin Ling keeps going. “Like,” Jin Ling waves his hand around, “can you even imagine?” He shudders, looking down at his hands.

Even though the bar is pretty low on that one, Jiang Cheng will take the backhanded compliment and enjoy it. Along with his cheesecake.

“Here is your sandwich.” Jingyi says, placing the sandwich in front of Jiang Cheng, along with his coke, and then doing the same with Jin Ling. “I’ll be right back with your cakes.”

Before Jiang Cheng can open his mouth, Jin Ling is already letting out a strangled ‘thank you’, waving at Jingyi’s back.

Once the other boy disappears behind a door with a sign that reads ‘kitchen’, Jin Ling turns to Jiang Cheng with a desperate look on his face. “Help.” He pleads and Jiang Cheng finally lets out the laugh he was trying to hold.

“Do you go the same school?” Jiang Cheng asks, eyeing the huge sandwich. This will last him dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast. His sister will kill him.

“Yeah.” Jin Ling answers, already diving for his third bite. Teenagers. “He’s graduating this year and then I’ll never see him again. Jiujiu, this is my last chance!” He says, looking at him with big pleading eyes.

His first thought is that Jin Ling must be spending too much time with Wei Wuxian, but then he remembers the mess that was Jin Zixuan at seventeen and really, it’s not like Jin Ling had much of a chance.

“Have you tried, I don’t know, asking him out?” Jiang Cheng has always been a very upfront person. It has gotten him into trouble before and, more than once, it ended on humiliation and him breaking something out of anger, but it also saved him a lot of time and much heartbreak.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes, opens his mouth to answer, but as if on cue, Jingyi is back with their cakes. His nephew’s expression goes from annoyed to smitten in a nanosecond and Jiang Cheng bites on his sandwich to stop himself from laughing again.

“Holy shit.” He lets out without even thinking, pulls back to stare at the sandwich and frown. “How is this so good?”

Jingyi laughs while Jin Ling slaps a hand over his face, embarrassed, and Jiang Cheng takes another bite curiously. Yeah, the meatballs are so tender they melt in his mouth and the sauce is sweet but with a hint of something spicy and he never thought bread could taste so good.

“Yeah, that happens something.” Jingyi says, still laughing. Jin Ling’s eyes widen as he keeps looking at him, mouth open with an expression of pure adoration.

If the sandwich weren’t so good, Jiang Cheng would have thrown it at his face.

“Can I have another one?” Jiang Cheng asks.

“You didn’t even finish this one!” Jin Ling points out.

“It’s for Wei Wuxian.” Jiang Cheng says. “I’m gonna make him eat it and then not tell him where I got it. It’s going to drive him crazy.” Jin Ling groans, burying his face in his hands.

Jingyi pats his shoulder, friendly, and Jin Ling’s entire body jerks back in surprise and he knocks his glass off the table, breaking it in tiny pieces and spilling coke everywhere.

“I’m sorry!” Jin Ling cries out, kneeling down immediately to try and clean it up, but he only manages to cut himself with a glass shard while Jingyi tries to stop him from moving.

Jin Ling’s cry of pain startles Jiang Cheng from his food induced euphoria and he immediately reaches out for his nephew’s hand, holding a napkin over the cut while Jingyi watches them worriedly.

The sound also manages to grab the attention of some of the other costumers and the coffee shop goes silent, the background noise stopping as everyone looks at them curiously.

“Jingyi,” someone calls, “what happened?”

“It was an accident!” he hears Jingyi answer at the same time Jin Ling yells, “it was my fault!”, followed by the sound of steps getting closer and when Jiang Cheng finally looks up, he comes face to face with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. And he is wearing crocs.

Jiang Cheng is not a snob. He’s been known to only wearing the same pair of black dress pants and purple dress shirt to every social event that requires formal wear, he still owns (and uses) t-shirts that he bought when he was in college and he showed up to Jin Ling’s middle school graduation party wearing jeans. He could not be less of a snob.

But there is something about crocs that he always associated with guys like Wei Wuxian – freelance journalists that don’t care about how they look and sometimes forget to shower because they are too immersed on their job – and not a business owner that can cook delicious meatball sandwiches.

Jiang Cheng feels his eyebrow twitching when the man sits down, pastel blue crocs in plain view, and starts disinfecting Jin Ling’s cut.

“This happens all the time with Jingyi.” The man – “call me, Lan Xichen” – says, smiling at Jiang Cheng’s nephew. He has the kindest smile Jiang Cheng has ever seen on someone who is not his sister.

Jin Ling looks at the other boy shyly. Jingyi simply shrugs. “I always born clumsy.”

Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh. “That is true.” He agrees, reaching out for the band-aids. He sticks one over Jin Ling’s cut and squeezes his shoulder softly. “So, you’re Jin Ling. Jingyi talks a lot about you.”

“Oh,” Jin Ling goes bright red, then risks a glance at Jingyi who is already looking at him, “really?”

“Well,” Jingyi’s shrugs bashfully, “yeah.”

“Oh.” Jin Ling repeats, straightening up and puffing up his chest like a peacock. He looks exactly like his father.

Jiang Cheng snorts, shaking his head at the thought, watching Jingyi pull Jin Ling towards the far corner of the shop.

Lan Xichen watches them as well before he’s standing up to turn the sign on the door from open to closed. “Are you his father?” He asks Jiang Cheng.

“God, no.” Jiang Cheng answers. He risks a glance towards the boys, Jingyi holding Jin Ling’s hand carefully. It seems as if he’s inspecting Jin Ling’s wound, but Jiang Cheng can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “I’m his uncle.”

“Ah,” Lan Xichen nods, “that explains it.”

Jiang Cheng frowns. “Explains what?”

“The flirting.” He gestures towards the boys as they seem to be getting closer and closer to each other. Jiang Cheng hopes they won’t start making out, that is just something he does not want to see.

“Well,” Jiang Cheng shrugs, “Jin Ling said I’m his normal uncle.”

Lan Xichen laughs, a melodic sound, and Jiang Cheng almost forgets about the crocs – if only they weren’t fucking pastel blue.

“It was a gift from my nephew.” Lan Xichen explains when he notices Jiang Cheng staring at the hideous thing. “He’s five and obsessed with them. He also came to visit this morning, so-” he trails off.

“Ah,” Jiang Cheng teases, “that explains it.”

This time Lan Xichen lets out another laugh and Jiang Cheng swallows heavily, watching the laughter lines around the sides of his mouth, the expanse of his jaw. When the other man turns around, still laughing, to turn off some of the lights on the shop, Jiang Cheng stares at his back, the hard muscles under the tight white shirt.

The low ponytail only adds up to the look and Jiang Cheng feels his mouth water.

“So, did you like the food?” Lan Xichen asks, turning to him again with that same smile. Jiang Cheng wonders if he can even stop smiling and that leads to him thinking about all the other things he could be doing with those lips and –

“Ah, yeah.” Jiang Cheng answers as Lan Xichen stares at him. It seems as if hanging out with a seventeen-year-old with a crush for too long has made him regress to his own teenage years.

Lan Xichen keeps looking at him, curious, assessing, and Jiang Cheng has to look away, unable to hold his gaze, and his eyes stop on the cheesecake on the counter. It still looks delicious and Jiang Cheng groans when he realizes he never had the chance to even taste it.

“Oh.” Lan Xichen laughs. “I can arrange it to go, if you’d like.”

“Yeah.” Jiang Cheng agrees, checking his watch. It’s almost ten and he still needs to drive Jin Ling home. “I think that would be better.” He risks a glance towards his nephew, shakes his head when he sees the boys holding hands, faces close together and whispering to each other. Jingyi takes the ribbon that was tying his hair and ties it around Jin Ling’s wrist, pressing a kiss on his hand.

Jiang Cheng smiles, despite himself, and rolls his eyes.

“You’re not a romantic, are you?” Lan Xichen points out. For the first time that night, he’s not smiling. His face still looks soft, but he seems more confused now, maybe a little – annoyed?

Jiang Cheng shrugs. “I don’t know what I am. No one ever did that to me.” He comments, absent-mindedly. “But they look happy, so–”

“What?” Lan Xichen interrupts.

Jiang Cheng frowns, but before he can answer Lan Xichen has already moved away, taking the abandoned plate with the cheesecake and placing the slice inside a little box decorated with Christmas figurines.

“Look, I –” he doesn’t know what exactly he’s trying to say, doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like he needs to explain himself to a stranger, but Lan Xichen does not let him finish, just turns around and heads for the kitchen, “what the fuck?” That was the most confusing interaction Jiang Cheng has ever had and he grew up with Wei Wuxian and all his – personality.

Was he offended by Jiang Cheng’s unromantic feelings? Was he angry? Is he plotting to take Jingyi away from Jin Ling because his uncle is clearly an asshole?

Jiang Cheng keeps wondering, staring at the door, when Lan Xichen comes back holding several small boxes. He places them all on the counter and starts to rummage around searching for something with a determined look.

Cookies. Inside each box there seems to be different types of cookies, with different shapes and frostings. A pink heart, a yellow star, Santa Claus with a red hat and white beard, a penguin – for some reason – and several Christmas trees.

“Huh-”

“These are for you,” Lan Xichen explains. Jiang Cheng arches an eyebrow, he did not order– “I am romancing you.”

Jiang Cheng blinks, slowly, lets his mouth hang open in surprise. “What?”

Lan Xichen smiles again, proudly. “They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” He gestures towards all the boxes and the cookies and Jiang Cheng still doesn’t understand. “You said no one has ever done something romantic to you.” He explains.

Jiang Cheng feels himself blushing, squirming under the intensity in Lan Xichen’s gaze. He doesn’t know if he should feel touched or embarrassed. “You don’t have to.” He manages to say.

“I wanted to.” Lan Xichen promises, holding out a piece of paper. “Call me?” He asks. “So, we can go out to eat something that was not cooked by me?”

Jiang Cheng swallows, heavily. “But I liked your food.”

“Ah,” Lan Xichen laughs, “call me anyway. So, I can cook something just for you.”

That is not an innuendo, Jiang Cheng tells himself, Lan Xichen did not mean it like that, he keeps repeating in his head. But it is too late now, the idea has been planted in his brain, it has started to create roots, he will be thinking about it for weeks.

“Jiujiu,” Jin Ling calls, suddenly, and Jiang Cheng forces himself to look away from Lan Xichen’s smile, “my mom is calling.” He shows his phone and Jiang Cheng curses himself. He promised they’d be home by ten, ten-fifteen at most.

“Tell her we’re on our way.” He turns to Lan Xichen, almost sadly, and takes the paper with his number. Lan Xichen rushes to put all the boxes inside plastic bags and then asks Jingyi to help them carry them to Jiang Cheng’s car.

While the boys say goodbye with a long hug, Jiang Cheng turns to Lan Xichen, almost wishing he was a teenager so he could do the same. “I will call you.” He says. Lan Xichen nods, reaching out to squeeze Jiang Cheng’s hand, doesn’t let it go until Jiang Cheng pulls back and even then, his touch linger, fingers caressing Jiang Cheng’s palm in a silent promise.

“Why did you buy all these cookies?” Jin Ling asks, smiling happily like the teenager in love that he is.

“Just felt like it.” Jiang Cheng answers, smiling happily as well.

#jiang cheng x lan xichen #xicheng #lan xichen x jiang cheng #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #my fic #well there you have it

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i-simp-for-gintoki · 4 years ago

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Visiting Yuji in Tokyo

“yuji x reader where she was childhood friends with yuji and its basically the friends to lover sort of thing? and basically reader is visiting tokyo and meets up with yuji for the first time in months?? bonus if gojo and megumi are there :)”-anon

Damn its either super short or long no inbetween huh? Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted! Some of the characters are little ooc (when are they not when i write them-).This turned out much much longer than it needed to be

You and Yuji have known each other since kindergarten

He’s such a sweet kid its always really fun to hang out with him

You guys play lots of video games together and are basically inseparable

Constantly reading manga or watching anime its great

Your parents disapproved of you hanging out with a dude all the time but you could care less

Why should you only be friends with your own gender? Thats so stupid

You always wondered about why yuji had such great strength and speed but he says he was just born that way

Hes just built different

Around middle school his grandpa’s health had dropped and was moved to the hospital

You did your best to make sure yuji stayed in good spirits and often visited the older itadori with him

He’s not the best at wording things but hes always there for emotional support

Maybe it was around 7th grade you noticed something was different around yuji

Like he himself hasn’t changed but whenever you look at him your heart just melts

Your thoughts or compliments seem more filled with love for him and thats when you realized you started to fall for him

Thinking the crush would go away you didn’t act much on it

Oh what a fool you were

Around 8th grade yuji had started acting kinda weird around you

He’d be much more easy to fluster and tenses up for a second if you ever make contact

You confronted him about it and cue the very awkward and middle school like confession

“I really like you!

You were so happy you confessed back and said that the only reason you didn’t before was because you feared to ruin your friendship

He says even if he somehow didn’t like you back that something like that wouldn’t effect anything

From then on you guys are such a wholesome couple

All the cuddles

No fancy dates just casual arcade or movie sort of things

His grandpa gave him a hard time but approved of your relationship

Throughout 8th grade summer and the beginning of highschool everything was going great

But a few months into highschool lots of things happened

Yuji’s grandpa had passed away, he and his friends in the exorcist(?) club had gotten hurt and after that night he had weird markings on his cheeks right below his eyes

And to top it all off now he was supposedly moving to tokyo??

“Yuji why are you moving away? My parents would gladly take you in you know”

He tells you he can’t explain why which breaks your heart

“Who are you staying with then??” he stops for a second and it pains him to lie to you. “A distant relative of mine, he works at a private school and thats where i will be going from now on.”

“But what about us?”

And so you guys decided to do a long distance relationship

Every night when you can you call and chat for hours

But thats not enough

You want to be held or hold him, you want to just cuddle or atleast be in the same room

It pains you to have a relationship through a screen and you grow respect for those who do

Trust isn’t an issue since you know yuji wouldnt even think to cheat at all

Probably doesnt even know what the word means

But after a few months you decide to go to tokyo for a few days

With the help of your parents you rent a room in a hotel and head there

Were just gonna pretend your parents are super super chill(and slightly uncaring like my parents would never let me) and lets you go to a whole city by yourself for several nights

You were super nervous and excited

Its your first time visiting a huge city like tokyo and its gonna be the first time you see yuji in months

Itadori was super excited that you were in tokyo

So excited that he got lost trying to head to the hotel you were staying at

After an extra hour you guys finally meet

He walks through the hotel lobby doors and gives a smile and a wave

In an instant you tackle him in a hug which he GLADLY hugs back in

After just holding each other for a while he decides to show you around

Hes still clearly learning the area himself but he’s very excited to show what he does know

“The place over here makes amazing sushi! Oh! And over here they sell little action figures! Oh oh and over here the steak is kinda bad but its cheap so its worth it! And-” you could only smile as he pointed in random directions with one hand, the other was busy holding yours

Buying food from a bunch of random vendors and wearing silly getups you guys take loads of pictures

Tons of hugs and cheek kisses

Yes its frowned upon to be touchy and stuff in public in japan but honestly you guys could care less

The sun was setting and you guys were currently sitting at a park munchkin on some crepes when you turn to him

“Yuji, do you think i could visit who your staying with? I’d hate to impose but i just wanna know if your in good hands”

His chewing pauses

Its not like he didn’t want you tell about jujutsu

But he doesn’t want you to be apart of that world, he wants you to stay as safe as possible with no harm ever headed your ways

With him being a vessel for sukuna gojo had told him that he and his friends could potentially be targeted

Theres a reason sorceres put up cloaks when engaging in battles and its so normal civilians can continue living in peace without the knowledge these monstrosities actually exist

“Mm its a bit sudden and he’s out on a mis-er meeting right now so maybe tomorrow?” he says

You frown, you can tell he’s lying but he wouldn’t do it without a reason

“Fine. But Yuji. Just know that if you ever feel unsafe or want to come back your more than welcome too. There will always be a spot for you at my home” you say hugging him

You both kinda forgot you were holding crepes and when you pulled away from each other laughed as the ice cream and sauce was smeared all over your shirts/jackets

He walks you back to the hotel and says goodnight with a kiss

The next two days went by in a flash

Just spending time with itadori, even if it was just sitting in silence has been the most fun youve had in months

He had showed you many places and has boughten many small trinkets for you to remember

Your phone has grown about 300 photos just from the past couple days with him

It was about midday of your final day in tokyo and so you both wanted to make the best of it

You both where sitting inside a cafe exchanging stories and just chatting when suddenly two people walked in the cafe

One was very tall and had spiked up white hair and was wearing a blindfold, and the other had spiky/messy black hair

You didn’t think much of it at first but did question the blindfold

‘A fashion choice?’

Turning your attention back to yuji you gave him a soft smile as you listened to his ramblings about a manga

“I love you” you said cutting him off

Immediately his face turned red and whatever he was just saying turned into stuttering nonsense

Before he could respond he let out a short yell when someone placed a hand on his shoulder

It was the two dudes who walked in from earlier

“So this is what you’ve been doing.” “Fushiguro! Gojo sensei!”

The shorter one who looks yuji’s age started talking about how it wasn’t good to turn his phone on mute and go out the whole day

The tall one gives you a wave

“Sorry to interrupt your date but we gotta take yuji away for a bit” he says grabbing yuji’s collar

“Wait who are you guys?” you ask and they pause to give short introductions

“Fushiguro Megumi.” “Gojo Satoru, nice to meet ya miss girlfriend” “How did you know??” Yuji says making gojo laugh

“Its pretty obvious, you didn’t do much of a job hiding it” he says pulling yuji a little bit more.

“O-Oh im L/n Y/n, nice to meet you” you say realizing you forgot to introduce yourself

As the three chatted along with each other, you sat in silence as you tried to remember where you heard gojo’s name from

‘Oh yeah, he’s the one who yuji described as his relative. Even if it was really fast since he tends to change subjects whenever i ask’

“Wait Gojo? White hair...blind fold..are you Yuji’s relative?” you ask making both of them pause

They both turn towards yuji who gave a sheepish smile

“Thats me, im his mothers little cousin” Gojo said, a very quick and random asspull

“So why does he call you Gojo-sensei instead of uncle…Satoru?” “Well if im his moms cousin that would make me his cousin once removed wouldn’t it? And he calls me sensei since im a teacher at a school he goes to”

“And what about you?” you ask the other boy

“A classmate.” he says in a very short and uninterested tone

“Welp lets go” Gojo says dragging yuji but he quickly resists

“Wait wait! Sensei can i please stay? Today is her last day here and i don’t know when i will be able to see her again”

The teacher and student stares at each other for a long time

You have literally no clue what the blindfolded man could but thinking its so hard to read him

Then again you just met him so

Gojo sighs and lets go of yuji

“Just this once, and only because im the greatest sensei you’ve ever had. Lets go megumi. See ya miss girlfriend” gojo says walking away with a wave

Megumi looks surprised but follows him “really?” “Yeah yeah its fine, its only a couple of grade 3’s anywa…” as their voices faded when they left the building you gave yuji a look

“Are you going to get in trouble?” “im probably going to die in training…” “huh?” “nothin”

The rest of the day you guys hang out and its mmm

Yuji would be such a good boyfriend hes so wholesome

When its time for you to part he give you a big hug, kiss and ‘i love you’

You do the same and tear up a bit

With one final photo you head back to your home town

You make it a mission to visit tokyo more often and yuji tries to visit you whenever he can from then on

#itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuji #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #i swear if the tags dont work imma be really annoyed lmao #jjk x reader

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vivithefolle · 4 years ago

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I'm a bit confused. You said in one post that you thoroughly dislike Hermione and that you had no respect for her at all. Yet ... you like Romione? idk, it seems contradictory tbh. I like when Romione shippers acknowledge her flaws and messed up moments but when someone that dislike and even hate her character that much ships Romione and I see them posting about them and calling them "cute" just seems weird

I’ll share with you my whole thought process so you can understand where I’m coming from:

Itty-bitty Vivi who read Harry Potter for the first time (at 13/14, so not so itty-bitty I guess, oops): Woaaah Hermione and Ron yaay!!! They're awesome I love them! They're my OTP always and forever!! Best thing to happen in Harry Potter!! JKR is a genius!

Slightly less itty-bitty Vivi discovering the Harry Potter fandom online (thankfully years after the ship wars, else I probably wouldn't have survived): Why is there so much hate towards Ron? And why are people so opposed to Romione?? It was meant to be since the first book! Or, okay, the second book is when I realized it was gonna happen, but still! Oh well, here is a fic where Hermione berates Ron for everything and he is the only one actually working for their relationship. Cool, more Romione!

Even less itty-bitty Vivi starting her own Tumblr and going around, adding her grain of salt to debates and talking about stuff: Yeah! Ron is great! He's done bad things of course but Hermione has done her fair share of bad things too! Actually, now that I'm rereading the books, I'm reminded of this person I used to call a friend, who was quite smart and cultured but would often be very harsh to me because they claimed it was “for your own good" and “because I'm more mature than you"… I still wanted to be around them, because they were just so smart and passionate, but we often rowed and eventually they really just went too far and tried to make ME out to be the bad guy and most people believed them because they had a reputation as someone cool and logical while I was known for being emotional… wait, what the fuck, that's… that's exactly what happens in the fandom with Ron and Hermione! What the fuck, was I Ron? Admired their intelligence, praised and supported them, fell in love even but was met with scorn and open disdain?!… no, no, come on. Hermione wasn't that bad.

Vivi rereading Half-Blood Prince (and no, this wasn't about the canaries, but about what Hermione was doing after): Oh my god she was that bad.

Vivi as she ponders alternately: Wait, what about JK Rowling? What does she think about all that? What was her intention, what did she want to accomplish with the characters? I know books belong to their readers but if I want as objective an analysis as possible I must try to understand her thought process while she wrote.

Vivi learning about a staple of British literature called “literary alchemy”: The quarreling couple!! Sulfur and Mercury, the Red King and the White Queen, who must marry for the story to end happily!! And their union is represented by… a rose!! Oh my god, that is brilliant, that is so cool! Romione was ALWAYS going to happen, I knew it! Ha!

Vivi discovering the “[Ron] needed to make himself worthy of Hermione” quote: Wha… but… what? Worthy? As if Hermione was some sort of precious trophy or whatever? What the hell? Wait, Ron had to make himself worthy of her but Hermione didn't have to make herself worthy of him? Is it because Ron is the boy or some shit like that??

Vivi going through JK Rowling's interviews and finding sexism and double-standards galore: Yep, it's because he's the boy. And that bit about Hermione being based off herself when she was younger… ouch. And to top it off the scriptwriter pretty much worshipped Hermione…

Vivi rereading the books again: Is it just me, or does Ron hardly ever get any praise or acknowledgement from the adult characters? Meanwhile Harry and Hermione get stuff like “as good as Charlie Weasley" or “brightest witch of her age"! And, damn, I used to side with Hermione because I love cats, but she was completely awful in POA! She apologized but then the plot made her out to be right even then?? And I always thought her Yule Ball entrance was kinda over-the-top, but damn if that's not compensating for something! Also what the hell, I get that Harry is suffering and all but will someone PLEASE pay attention to the fact that Ron is being bullied BY A FOURTH OF THE STUDENT BODY AND NOBODY SEEMS EVEN REMOTELY CONCERNED????? Also what the hell is wrong with the sixth book, I never liked it much but it's like it's trying to make every character look bad, wtf?? And, and, holy shit I never noticed but Ron was asking legit questions during the Horcrux Hunt debate but Harry kept deflecting or mocking him but it's still Ron who had to apologize in the end??? And I've read a whole post about how Hermione punching Ron is the appropriate reaction for a very small child and not a supposedly “mature" character, and that Harry had to SHIELD RON FROM HER, oh my god?? It's… oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with JK Rowling?

Vivi, in denial: Well, Harry Potter is decidedly not a romance. It's about love, but romantic love is quite far down the priority list when it comes to it. JKR has herself confessed that she wasn't too good at writing romance, and I don't blame her because writing romance is hard. But I did enjoy Romione! When I was little I saw it coming from a mile away, granted I was already savvy in literature but that must have been because she was doing something right! And then the sixth book happened… the sixth book which… which was released after the Harry Potter movies were being filmed, wasn't it?

Vivi looking up the timelines: Oh my god. Oh my god it's even worse, the movies were being discussed before Goblet of Fire came out. Come to think of it, I always found that the Trio felt… different, after Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry and Ron especially felt like they had gotten dumber? And Hermione was suddenly explaining everything when exposition used to be split between her and Ron…

Vivi, in mourning: So that's what happened. Ron ended up being shortchanged to make Hermione look better, because Rowling was fonder of Hermione than she was of Ron, and the scriptwriter too come to think of it. Curse you, Steve Kloves!!!

Vivi, who is nothing if not what Pokémon fans call a nostalgiafag: But… but… yeah, it sucks that Ron was shortchanged, and actually yeah it's a freaking travesty and I WILL freaking spread the world about this, mark my words, but, but I still… I can't help it, when Hermione “looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt" I melt too. When Ron compliments Hermione or tries to take care of her as much as he can I… it still does something to me, I still find myself rooting for them even if I know there's the awful sixth book and the stupid post-Locket beatdown. Their kiss, for God's sake, I've just realized that Ron may have swept Hermione off her feet physically, but it's Hermione who jumped him, you could say Hermione metaphorically swept Ron off his feet!! God damn it, that's good, that's so good!

Vivi, at war with herself: No, I can't let myself be blinded by nostalgia!! The facts are that Hermione shows borderline abusive - even actually abusive - behaviour, this can't be denied! I don't want to root for an abusive relationship! I don't want to root for a relationship that relies on my favourite character being dumbed down to work!!!

Vivi, about to uncover the secrets of the universe: … wait a second. I don't have to.

Vivi, having an epiphany: Reading Solstice Muse's Romione fanfics gives me such happiness because she just gets the characters! She doesn't portray Hermione as perfect and never fucking up, and she always treats what happens to Ron with respect… Well, especially since she can't play them off as a joke since she often makes Ron the POV character. But, yeah! I can still like Romione… if it's well-written. Which, well, isn't the case in the original books… at least, isn't the case anymore after Rowling's bias got the best of her. Even though they do have their great moments.

Vivi, finding purpose in her life: I am going to spread awareness. I am going to tell the world. Fuck, just rereading the books, I've noticed how blatant the favouritism is and how unbalanced it can be. No wonder the fandom seems to collectively scoff at Ron - the books themselves do whenever it's convenient for them! The fandom plays favourites, because the author herself played favourites, and the worst part is that she didn't even realize it! Imagine you spend your life getting into traumatic situations out of love for your friends who always receive compassion and validation for their feelings about said traumas, but YOUR trauma is hardly touched upon and in the rare case it is, it's only to be mocked or used against you… Fuck! You're a piece of work, JKR! And the fandom just swallows it whole like a bunch of lobotomized snakes! Screw it! Screw it, I'm going to say it like it is, and I'm going to say it LOUDLY! People are going to hear about what Ron goes through and we'll see if Harry and Hermione look like the only ones worthy of therapy then!!

Present day Vivi, as she scrolls through the (heavily filtered) Romione tag on AO3: Ugh, another Drarry… and another… and another… oh, a Hinny-centric fic for a change, cool but I'm looking for more Romione than that, sorry. Gah, why is it that Romione appears as a secondary ship everywhere but they can't get their own stories? I've just seen a Snupin come up for God's sake! Oh, finally, a full Romione!! *clicks* … … … awww that was so sweet. Kudos! Okay back to the search… oh, another one!! *clicks* … … … it's Ron-bashing. It's Ron-bashing and it's not tagged Ron-bashing and that's why it showed up in my search AND I'M GOING TO FREAKING RIOT-

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