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mysterious-ocarina · 1 year

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Command Me

Toge Inumaki x reader

A/N when I wrote this, I had only seen the show, haven't had the time to watch the movie, and have not read the manga so i'm sorry if it's not very good. I was just bored and i love him so much

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“And these will be the idiots I was telling you about,” Maki pointed at a group of guys hanging out under a tree. You were new to the school and she was showing you around.

“We’re not idiots,” the one with pink hair replied indignantly. “I’m Itadori.”

“The vessel,” Maki told you. She told you about all of her friends so you would be prepared in advance for the weirdness you would encounter.

“I’m y/n,” you offered a small wave.

“And that’s Fushiguro,” Maki pointed to the guy next to Itadori, “The giant panda is Panda and the one with the collar is Inumake.”

You let your eyes slip from each person she introduced you to until your eyes landed on Inumaki.

He was a shorter guy from what you could tell with him on the ground. He had his legs stretched in front of him and was leaning back on his hands. Upon making eye contact, you noticed how striking his eyes were, a dazzling shade of lavender.

“Kelp,” he said with a little wave.

Confused, you repeated, “Kelp?”

Panda spoke up from his spot, not surprising you that he talked because Maki had already informed you, “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients so he doesn’t hurt anyone with his cursed speech.”

“That’s interesting. Is that hard to communicate with?” you asked Inumaki, curiously.

Usually he would be kind of embarrassed or offended by being asked that, but with the way your eyes shone with genuine curiosity without any trace of malice, he responded, “Salmon.”

You were about to open your mouth to ask what that meant before you watched him pull out his phone as well as a stack of post-it notes with a pen.

“Texting is the best thing to happen for cursed speech users,” Itadori joked.

Embarrassed, you dropped your head, “I didn’t think of that.”

You watched as Inumaki wrote something on the note before passing it to you. In the neatest handwriting you have ever seen was a series of digits with his name, Toge Inumaki, at the top.

You gave him a joyful smile before thanking him, “Perfect, I’ll text you right now so you have my number too.”

And you have been a goner ever since then. Meeting everyone was probably the best thing that happened to you since becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Every day was filled with laughter and camaraderie and the occasional blush.

Ever since meeting Inumaki, you have been besotted with him. It wouldn’t take you long to understand his rice ball language, it also wouldn’t take you long to fall in love with it. You found out how sweet and funny he is as well as how strong and level-headed he was in a fight.

You guys always sparred together, making Panda slightly jealous but giving him cuddles always makes him forgive you.

The few missions you went on together, you got to see his cursed speech in action. It was a chilling sight to see him yell “Explode” at a curse and watch as it. . . explodes, then hear him say “bonito flakes” to you right after.

You were broken out of your thoughts when a light blue note was waved in front of your face. Right, you were watching a movie with Inumaki before your thoughts wandered to the boy. Your wandering thoughts seemed to happen the more and more you hung out with him.

You softly grabbed the note, reading the familiar neat handwriting.

What’s on your mind? There was a little doodle of a thought bubble with a question mark in the middle.

Something endearing you would find out about him, was the amount of doodles he would draw you. You weren’t sure if he did this for anyone else, but you liked to pretend that they were just for you. They always made you smile and you secretly kept the notes he gave you in a box, under your bed.

“Nothing’s on my mind,” you gave him a reassuring smile and placed your hand on his arm as confort. His ears turned red looking at you, before he started to write again.

Passing you the note, I can tell when you’re lying. He pointed at the first note he gave you that was sitting in your lap, seemingly asking the question again.

“I’m just having guy problems, nothing important,” you waved off. You would not admit that you were thinking about how much you liked him.

Inumaki scrawled quickly. If you didn’t know any better, he looked jealous, or maybe sad.

Who is he? This note was urgently shoved in your face. You guys talked about everything so he was probably surprised you kept this a secret.

“I am not telling you about my little crush, I’m sure it will go away soon,” you lied. Nothing about the feelings you had for Inumaki would ever go away. And from the look he gave you, he could tell you were lying and knew your feelings for the guy were more serious than that.

As long as he didn’t know it was him though, you were fine. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship and partnership that you guys had developed. You thought that he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings and then it would just make the group dynamic weird.

“Spicy cod roe,” Inumaki waved in your face, urging you to explain.

“I can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing,” you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. But when did he ever let you off the hook.

You watched as he made another short note, handed it to you, then made the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen. The note read, pleeeeeeeeeeease

“Fine. Your stupid begging puppy eyes might as well count as cursed speech with how well they work on me,” you sighed. Inumaki laughed at your joke, making you smile and blush at the sound, before giving you his fullest attention.

“I’m not telling you who it is-” a dramatic eye roll and a huff from him, “-but I’ll give you hints.”

He nodded his head vigorously, excited for what you had to say to him.

“He’s short, he goes here, you know him, and he’s the cutest and most handsome guy I’ve ever seen,” you told him. You were blushing so hard under his gaze you thought you might faint.

There was something in his eyes that made you pause. He looked jealous and the confused glare he was giving the wall behind you had you rethinking yourself.

“I’ll tell you one last thing, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you whispered. He nodded again.

You were so beyond nervous, you felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t get the words out. You opened your mouth several times, trying to push the words off your tongue but it felt like something was stopping you.

“I need you to do it,” you whispered. “I can’t do it on my own.”

Inumaki gave you a confused look, not understanding what you meant. You didn't blame him, there was no way he could guess what you wanted him to do.

You didn’t have the courage to say anything else, feeling like your tongue was numb.

You brought your hand to the zipper of his collar. He gave you a surprised look and grabbed your hands, stopping your motion. You simply stared into his eyes, hoping he would understand.

At your pleading look, he slowly moved your hand and pulled the zipper down with you. You have seen his mouth and tattoo before but that was always under the heat of battle. This felt different, it felt vulnerable.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. You watched as Inumaki tracked the motion before bringing his gaze back to yours. He gave you a questioning look as if to ask, are you sure? Which you nodded.

“Tell me.” He commanded, voice smooth as honey. You felt as your mouth moved without your control, “You.”

The word barely made its way out of your mouth before you felt chapped lips on yours. The kiss was heated, as if you both were relieving tension that had been there since the dawn of time. This was a kiss that screamed I love you. You could just barely taste the cherry cough medicine he always drank, before the kiss ended all too soon.

You both pulled back to gain your breaths. The smile that was painted on Inumaki’s face was so beautiful, you kissed him again, softer.

You placed a short kiss on his lips, then pecked each side of his tattoo, then his nose.

The look he gave you was pure adoration. He smoothed your hair then held your face, “Salmon.”

You giggled, “God, we should try that in the bedroom. It was exhilarating!”

He blushed a dark shade of crimson, “Kiss me.”

You leaned forward before you even processed what he said. This kiss wasn’t as heated and passionate as the first one. It was soft and comforting.

You both giggled together, excited for what may come.

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #toge inumaki x reader #fanfiction

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misfits-of-zaun · 2 months

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It had been three days since The Incident.

Things were, to Ekko's immense relief, mostly back to normal - sure, there was a bit of residual awkwardness whenever he was around Jinx, but she didn't seem upset or moody and withdrawn in the aftermath of what had happened. If anything, she seemed to be in a suspiciously good mood.

Ekko tried not to think about why.

He also tried to pretend he didn't notice the way she looked at him sometimes, with that all-too-knowing glint in her eye, as he threw himself into just about every excuse to keep himself busy - an easy thing to do, really, when there was always so much work to be done.

It had been three whole days, and his world felt almost like it had tentatively rebalanced itself. Until Ace set down his tools and announced that he was heading out to test his newly repaired board, and the innocuous words hit him like a blow to the chest.

Fisk was still out sourcing a spare part. Scar had dipped out to take over Ahri's afternoon feed. There would be no one left but him and Jinx.

Alone. Together.

Don't you dare leave me, Ekko wanted to hiss at Ace from across the broad work table. But that wouldn't have been normal of him to do, would it?

Shit, he needed to get a fucking grip. This wasn't a big deal. It wasn't. They'd been sat bickering over theories and formulas for calibrating the hexstone as a power source all morning. Things were fine. Things were normal, just like they'd agreed. They'd hung out alone together all the time before without anything happening. If he started acting weird and thinking about the incident now, Jinx would notice, and it would only make the whole situation weird.

"...A'ight, bye," Ekko managed out, trying to sound suitably distracted and unconcerned by his only remaining buffer getting up to leave. He deliberately kept his focus trained on the scrawled mess of numbers in front of him as the door closed and Ace's footsteps faded, forcing himself to concentrate on the problem in front of him instead of the problem sitting right next to him.

Had she always been sitting that close? Whatever. Focus.

After a few minutes of almost disconcertingly continued normalcy, he actually managed to lose himself to the puzzle and focus on the task for real.

"...That's it! Fuck yeah, we got it!" When they finally figured out the answer that been eluding them for so long, for a brief euphoric moment, Ekko forgot all about everything else except celebrating the huge breakthrough with his brilliant science partner; he turned to her, grinning broadly, palm raising for a resounding high five.

Then Jinx surged forwards for a hug, and in an instant, the giddy joy and proud satisfaction of cracking the hexstone stabilisation issue evaporated, and was promptly replaced by an all too familiar swooping sensation in his stomach.

Oh.

...Well. No big deal! They'd hugged before - it wasn't exactly the most common occurrence, sure, but it was still technically within normal bounds, and he was accustomed to Jinx being the tactile type anyway. Ekko adapted quickly after his initial jolt of surprise, letting out a little huff of awkward amusement at the squeeze of pressure around his middle, and returned the gesture.

From this close, he could smell the paint fumes, smoke and motor oil that seemed to be permanently infused with her skin. It was bizarre how comforting such an acrid blend had become, how intrinsically Jinx those smells now were to the point that he couldn't help but associate them with her. Then that damning urge to bury his face into the crook of her neck bubbled up - aaaand that was his cue to pull back before this promptly got weird.

...Jinx was not letting go.

Ekko cleared his thoat, acutely aware of all the places they were pressed together, of her breath against his neck, of how close her lips were to his skin, of what those lips felt like -

STOP. NO. BAD.

"..Uh, okay. Anyway." He tried to affect nonchalance, like whatever the fuck that moment was didn't just happen. His voice was a little hoarser than usual, and it was difficult to look Jinx in the eye, but he was still smiling, visibly glowing from the rush of an exciting scientific breakthrough.

They made such a good team. They worked so well together.

It was worth navigating the vestigial awkwardness and lingering sense of confused longing to have this much.

"We've got the right formula to make this work, now we just need to apply it and check it doesn't blow up in our faces or some shit. Wanna go run some tests?"

If he just kept busy - if he kept acting around her the way he had before and didn't think about that kiss - then everything would be fine. Everything was fine.

...Right?

@f1shbonez

#firelight jinx au

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rebelwrites · 3 years

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A Fathers Love

Chibs Telford x Daughter Reader

He couldn’t believe it, today was the day his little girl got married. Sitting on the sofa he was deep in thought as the make up artist did what she needed to do.

“Da you still with us” you laughed looking at him through the mirror.

“Aye” he nodded pushing himself up to his feet “just thinking”

“You’re worried you are gonna lose me aren’t you” you said arching your eyebrow.

“Well yea kinda” he chuckled softly.

“I might be becoming a Teller today but deep down I will always be a Telford” you smiled slipping your hand into his “and I will always need my Da. That won’t change”

“I just can’t believe you are getting married today” he whispered tears filling his eyes “and who would have thought it would be to Jax”

Soon enough it was time to get your dress on so Chibs left the room to go have a smoke.

It was like the past 26 years flashed before his eyes.

After about half an hour you opened the door, creeping up behind you dad, tapping his shoulder.

His grin was wide and had tears in his eyes when he saw you.

“Lass you look so beautiful” he whispered kissing your cheek. “I am so proud of you, you managed to keep up with the club life whilst becoming an amazing women”

“Da please don’t make me cry” you smiled lighting your smoke.

“Have you got the reaper on your dress?” Chibs smirked

“Of course, got them to make one out of lace so it blends in” you grinned “the club is a big part of my life so it would be wrong not to have it. Also I want to show you something”

Reaching your hand to the neckline of you dress you rolled the top down just enough to show the black thread.

“Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford”

“You got my name stitched into your dress” he whispered.

“Yeah I did. Above my heart, I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you dad. You some how managed to raise me as a single parent whilst dealing with the club. I’d say that’s pretty amazing” you grinned.

“God I’m so emotional today” he laughed wiping his eyes before stepping forward to place a kiss on your forehead “I love you kid”

“I love you to Da”

“Now let’s go get you married” he grinned.

———

The service was beautiful, short and sweet just what both you and Jax wanted. Mainly so you had more time to party.

Chibs had just finished his speach spilling some embarrassing memories of both you and Jax. And it was now time for the father daughter dance.

Resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, as you swayed to the music.

“I lost my breath when I saw you take your first. My whole world stopped like that and I ain’t the crying type. I just saw your eyes words just can’t describe what I see. You look just like me, yeah”

“I still remember the first time I held you in my arms, watching your Y/E/C eyes staring up at me” Chibs whispered loud enough for you to hear “I think that was the first time I had ever cried”

“Da, Don’t make me cry you old bastard” you laughed looking up at him.

“You’re gonna think I hung the moon. You’re gonna think I made the sky. That the sun rises and sets inside of my eyes And it won’t be long ‘till I hear “Daddy’s home"”

“God I used to love coming home just to hear your footsteps on the wood floor screaming ‘daddy’s home’ no made what kind of day I had you always made it so much better” he smiled with tears in his eyes.

“It was the best part of my day as well, because it meant eating dinner in front of the TV and cuddles” you giggled.

“I hope I’m still your hero ‘cause I already love you more than even I understand”

“You will always be my hero da, no matter how old I get. You taught me right from wrong, how to shoot a fucking gun, how to ride, everything I know is because of you. I mean you even taught me how to make a body disappear” you laughed.

“Yeah probally wont win dad of the year for that one” he chuckled spinning you around.

“You have in my life” you smiled.

“And one day you’ll realize I’ve lost my cape, I can’t fly. And I’m only human. And you’ll need more than me”

“I will always need my Da by my side. Yes I have Jax now but he can never replace you” you whispered resting your head back on his chest.

The song came to a end and Chibs pulled you into a tight hug. Looking up at him it was obvious he had been crying through the song. Reaching up you wiped his tears away with you thumb.

“I will always love you daddy” you whispered “no matter how old I get, my love for you will never fade”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jax appear smiling at the two of you.

“Chibs can I dance with my wife now” Jax chuckled placing his hand on the small of your back.

“She’s all your Jackie boy” Chibs nodded before kissing your head.

He took a couple of steps before spinning back around placing his hands on Jax’s shoulders.

“Just promise me one thing Jackie Boy, promise me you will take care of my little girl. Because if you don’t I will kill you” Chibs nodded before smiling at you both and heading to the bar.

“Babygirl you need to slow down” Jax chuckled wrapping his arms around you, placing his hand over you stomach “we both know you get clumsy when you rush and we can’t have you hurting peanut”

“But I’m excited” you whined.

“I know you are and I am to but I don’t want you hurting yourself” he whispered kissing your head. “Now slow it down”

“Or what” you giggled.

“Girl don’t, not when we are just about to head out” Jax groaned as you wiggled out of his arms, grabbing the bag that held the secret in.

After a quick drive you pulled into the lot of the clubhouse, gaining a few weird looks to why you was in the car and not on the bikes. Ever since you told Jax you was pregnant any where you both went he refused to take his bike.

“How you are going to keep this in until after dinner I have no idea” Jax laughed as he watched you bounce on the balls of your feet waiting for him. “Come on then you dork let’s go tell Chibs the good news”

Waking into the clubhouse, you had a grin plastered on your face.

“Dadddddy” you giggled

“Oh fuck” Chibs laughed engulfing you in his arms “this sounds fuckin’ expensive”

“I got you a present” you grinned.

“Since when did you by me stuff” he questioned taking the bag off you and sitting at the table.

“Just shut up and open it” you beamed leaning into Jax’s side, watching his reaction.

As Chibs pulled the small box out of the bag, he looked up at you arching his eyebrow. “Choose wisely? Something best not jump out at me” he chuckled slowly lifting the lid off the box. As he pulled each name card out he read it out loud.

“Papa, grandad, Pa, granda, gramps” he trailed off, eyes becoming wide, tears running down his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. “Princess, what is this?” He asked already working the answer out.

“I’m pregnant Da” you grinned.

“I’m gonna be a papa” he sobbed running his hand over his face before hugging you.

“I guess we know what name he picked” Jax laughed “Papa Chibs”

“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby” he sniffles wiping his eyes, placing his hand on your stomach.

— — —

You was now 6 months pregnant, and let’s just say protective was an understatement, not only did you have an over protective husband, who if it was up to him you’d be on bed rest wrapped in bubble wrap but your dad was just as bad if not worse. You had a prospect with you every minute of the day when Jax or your dad wasn’t with you. It amazes you that you even got to piss in peace.

“You are meant to do what we tell you yes?” You snapped as you paced the floor of the club.

“Yeah” the prospect mumbled.

“They why haven’t you got me my ice cream” you huffed.

“Kiddo your gonna wear a hole in the floor” dad laughed as he kissed your head “What’s up?”

“Dickhead won’t get me ice cream” you pouted. “And peanut really wants ice cream”

“Well it’s a good job I’m the best Da in the world and stopped by the shop on the way home then” he grinned pulling a tub of bubblegum ice cream out of the plastic bag.

Tearing the lid off, you dug your finger into the cold goodness, scooping some into your mouth. “I fucking love you” you mumbled with a mouth full of ice cream.

“I love you to kiddo” dad chuckled.

— — —

You was now 5 days overdue and wasn’t allowed to even leave the house, thanks to the prospects being on strict orders from Jax and Chibs.

You knew the guys had a busy day so prayed that the baby didn’t decide today was the day they wanted to make an appearance.

But it seemed like your prayers fell on deaf ears as you started to get twinges in your stomach, and soon enough your waters broke all over the kitchen floor.

“I don’t care what they are doing, you need to get Jax and my Da here now” you snapped “and we need to go to the hospital”

The guys had just got back from a quick run when Chibs got the text to say you had gone into labour.

Standing up from the table he took two steps before screaming.

“JAAAAAAAAAAX!!!”

Within seconds he skidded into the room.

“Yeah” he breathed.

“We gotta go boy, baby Teller is making an appearance” he grinned as he pretty much ran out to his bike.

Neither of them cared about following the speed limit they just needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Soon enough they had arrived and Jax stumbled into the room making you laugh at his dorkiness.

“I’m here baby” he whispered instantly coming to your side.

Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours and baby Teller was being stubborn.

“I want my Da” you cried pushing through another contraction. Jax left your side for a couple of seconds to poke his head out the door to call Chibs in.

“Daddy I’m scared” you cried as another contraction hit. All your emotions were running high and Chibs knew that even though you was excited for this baby you was scared you was going to be a bad mother.

“Princess there’s no need to be scared” Chibs whispered kissing your head. “You have Jax, you have me and the club. You aren’t going to have to do this on your own. Now come on just breath, I want to meet my grandchild”

A couple more hours had passed and you was exhausted, but all that was forgotten when the tiny human was placed in your arms. His tiny blue eyes, which were identical to his father’s, staring up at you, watching every movement.

“He looks like you” you whispered leaning your head against Jax’s shoulder.

“Unlucky bastard” Dad laughed.

“You did great baby” Jax whispered kissing your head “he’s perfect”

“So have we got a name or did you give up and the poor lad is gonna be called peanut for the rest of his life” dad smirked walking over to Jax and pulling him into a hug, tears in both of their eyes, placing his hand on the back of Jax’s head he spoke softly “welcome to fatherhood son. Beannachd Dia dhuit”

“Papa Chibs” you grinned at you dad as you passed him your son “meet your first grandson, Jackson JR Filip Teller”

“Princess” he sniffed looking down at his grandson “I’m honoured to share my name with this little one”

#chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader

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tobiogf · 3 years

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𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝

suna

word count: 1632

warnings: drugs?????

from the moment suna’s tongue pressed a tab of LSD onto your tongue, you knew this was going to a night like no other. five hours later, the two of you were perched atop his window sill, suna lazily leaning back with his eyes staring up at the ceiling while you rested your chin atop your folded arms and stared at the swirling lights of the city beyond the window. they blinked and glowed like halos, but also danced and swam like tiny fireflies. your heart was racing, so blissfully aware of how beautiful the city looked from this angle, and underneath the black curtain of the night sky.

the clarity sent a smile upon your lips and your eyes shifted to look at suna. he had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. you, curious as to what was so intriguing about it, followed his gaze and felt your jaw fall slack at the sight above you. the cemented designs that were engraved on suna’s ceiling were moving. they swayed this way and that, like white paint diluted in water. it was breath-taking and alluring.

“y/n,” suna said and the sound was like a melody once it touched your ears. neither of you removed your gazes from the ceiling. “ever thought about how materialistic we are, like as humans. we’re always chasing something.”

you sucked in a deep breath, spreading your suddenly sore knees so that your feet rested atop suna’s lap. “i think this is where we’re supposed to be,” you told him with a dazed smile. “indulging in the little things and finding meaning in things that don’t make sense.”

suna nodded in agreement, twisting his body to retrieve the joint he’d pre-rolled and the lighter that was sitting right next to it. “we think too much about it, like what is our purpose here... why can’t we just be.”

“right,” you said with a chuckle, watching suna this time like he was some beguiling scene in a movie; the way he placed the joint between his lips, the way he dipped his head down to light it, the way those warm, chocolate strands of hair fell over his face and you were mesmerized by the sudden spark of fire that lit up those mellow features of his.

“because just being doesn’t make you money and money makes this world go round,” suna murmured, lifting his head now and smiling at you as rhythmic slurs of smoke fell past his lips. “when’s the last time you’ve felt happy?”

you extended your fingers as suna handed you the joint and blinked at him while inhaling sharply. you could feel the smoothness, the fluidity in the way the smoke traveled past your throat and warmed up your lungs.

“probably when you invited me over and cured my boredom,” you answered your friend with a giddy grin.

suna shook his head, you entranced by the way his hair rippled around his head as he did so. “no, i mean truly happy.”

your response was an instant shrug. you didn’t want to think about something like that -- it felt like some tangible thing that you could see if you looked closely but was impossible to reach.

“i don’t know, suna... when have you been truly happy?” you questioned him, the room between you two hazy and lucid at the same time as you two passed the waning joint back and forth. suna grit his teeth and you blinked at him as he stared down at his lap.

“i-i’m not sure either,” he said lowly and you hummed, feeling the need to take a look out the window again. the sight was practically dragging your attention toward it, with the flickering lights dancing in colourful, psychedelic motions.

“i guess that’s why we end up doing things like this,” you stated, your words encompassing the comfortable silence that hung between yourself and suna. you felt his fingers trace the shape of your calf and shivered at the delirious provocation of it all. “getting to see life in a different perspective... overthinking, like you said, but in a different way,” you continued, sighing contently as your brain began sinking away from the city before you and became more focused on the pads of suna’s fingers, touching you so delicately.

“in a good way,” suna whispered. “i could be happy with this; the lack of inhibitions anddd...” he sighed and bit his lip. “the rush that comes with it.” you smiled, languid and at ease and when you traced suna’s gaze, you came upon the mildly surprising discovery that you’d been rubbing suna’s hardening length between his legs with your foot this whole time.

you gulped. “i-i didn’t notice.”

“don’t stop,” suna groaned softly, eyes falling closed momentarily before shooting open. “you know, there’s peace that comes with the unfamiliar... how you know when something doesn’t make sense and it’s out of your control so...” he leaned toward you, “so you ride with it.”

“yes,” you breathed, even though you had no idea what he was on about. suna exhaled and a crest of smoke fluttered past his parted mouth and slipped between your lips before they were unstoppably connected with his own. “suna rintarou, what are you doing...?” you said, pulling away from his wet lips and grinning at him like this was the funniest thing to ever happen. in fact, giggles were threatening to spill past that bubble in your throat and suna’s narrowed, silver eyes seem to flash with ecstasy.

“kissing you,” he purred, lips grazing yours and your hands seemed to magnetically find the amicable ridges of his chest beneath his shirt. it was like heaven to touch and the space between your legs suddenly felt warm and... inviting?

“wait, wait... you’re my best friend,” you told him, dragging your knees toward yourself and pushing your legs together. suna grinned.

“and?”

“it’ll make things weird.”

“how?”

you shrugged. “i’m-i’m not sure... i know friends aren’t supposed to kiss.”

“supposed to,” suna repeated with a nod, his body still hovering over yours, one hand meeting the dip of your waist and sending wild sparks of excitement all throughout your system. “why do you care? you could live by each and every rule you’re accustomed to... or you could shut the fuck up and enjoy what i’m about to do.”

you weren’t really thinking. he’d given you options but, like raindrops on glass, they’d both blurred into one another once they’d left his lips and god, those lips were beautiful so you decided you’d choose later and kiss him now.

you wouldn’t be able to describe the taste of his mouth pushing down on yours, his lips, and the captivating intrusiveness of his tongue... if you looked back, you wouldn’t be able to describe how perfectly his body fit with yours, how his chest was nice and stiff and almost made your own ache, how his slender fingers gripped you in ways you couldn’t imagine, or the feeling of his dick right between your legs like a missing puzzle piece that you’d finally unearthed.

“i-i don’t wanna hold back,” suna’s stammered right into your ear and you shook your head as your hands already reached for his belt.

“then don’t...” you assured him, moving to sit upright while removing your own pants and underwear. suna licked his lips, raw yet simple temptation in his otherwise indifferent expression. “lack of inhibition, right?” you said and suna smiled, fingers pressing into your hips, lips on yours before pushing his way inside of you and holy fuck, there’s a fucking rainbow exploding right against your closed lids.

“ohmygod,” suna gasped against your mouth and you felt the same way, out of breath and totally in a different dimension. every movement of his hips seemed to ignite fireworks inside of you, everywhere.

it feels so fucking good. you hadn’t said the words but they danced around your brain like some kind of tame impala song as you threw your head back and let out a dream-like moan. suna’s lips were beside your ear, making wonderful sounds that you swore you were able to taste, sounds that had you starving for more.

every thrust was profound and seemed to transcend the plane of reality that you’d always been familiar with. no, suna was right; having no control was an entirely different peace in itself. mind-blowing was an understatement -- you were becoming one with the phenomena of simply existing and suna was right there with you through it all.

“i’m...” you weren’t sure what you wanted to say, each thought was moving so rapidly before you had the chance to verbalize it. you wanted to cry out -- maybe you already were -- you wanted suna deeper inside you than physically possible -- even now, he seemed to be setting every cell of your body aflame and it was so fucking good.

“d-don’t stop...”

“y/n.. fuck... you’re gonna fucking kill me....”

“harder...” “faster....” “deeper...”

“you feel-- you feel fucking amazing.”

“suna... i-i love you...”

“i fucking love you too...”

it wasn’t long after that. you’d never orgasmed so quick in your god-damn life, you felt helpless but in the best way possible. something about suna right then, after coming inside of you, seemed so otherworldly. he was exhausted, face-flushed, and hair sticking to his forehead but he looked like an angel. and the way he looked at you... he must have thought you were one too.

twenty-four hours later, in separate bedrooms at your own houses, you and suna both cringe at the sudden remembrance of saying “i love you” in the heat of a moment that would be imprinted in your heads forever.

awkward and unforgettable? perhaps.

would you do it all over again? fuck yes.

damn i almost got high flashes writing this god damn. i kinda wanted to do this to a boy once on acid but life isn’t a fanfiction and he probably would’ve felt violated and im no sex offender.

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #anime #anime smut #suna #suna rintarou #suna rintaro oneshot #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro x reader

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Face Your Dreams

Almost forgot to post this here as well! @anthropwashere

Phic Phight 2021

Prompt from Anthrop: Any flavor of the Reverse AUs that strike your fancy. Who gets the ghost powers? Who becomes the ghost hunter? Who gets ghost magick'd into the villain of the week?

Danny’s phone was dead. Which was just typical, really. His parents were brilliant, wealthy inventors that played with the fabric of reality on a daily basis and had managed to turn, not one, but two of Danny’s best friends into half ghosts, but they couldn’t be bothered to get Danny a phone that was actually reliable. Although they hadn’t intended to do the half ghost thing and didn’t know about it.

Probably.

Maybe.

(Honestly, Danny didn’t know. His parents were weird. And Danny suspected they were keeping secrets.)

Back on topic. Phone. Not working. Which was a problem because Danny was something like ninety-percent sure a ghost had been following him for the last block or so and he couldn’t call for help.

Correction, he could call for help all he wanted, he just wouldn’t get any that would be any good against a ghost. If he got any at all. It was the middle of the night.

He should have taken up Sam’s offer of a flight home. Or Tucker’s. But, no, he had to be sulky about how both of them were developing yet more really, incredibly cool powers and Danny was still just…

Himself.

Faceless, boring Fenton. Only notable for the number of bullies he attracted and the people he was related to. No special skillset, no dreams he had any hope of achieving, no triumphs. Nothing to contribute. Not in and of himself. Only useful to enemies that wanted a hostage.

He was about to be murdered by a ghost and he was still sulking. God, he was pathetic.

(Not all ghosts were evil – Sam and Tucker’s stories had taught him that much, on an intellectual basis. Was it too much to hope that he could reach home without the ghost attacking? Too much to hope that it was just watching?)

White noise tugged at Danny’s ears. It reminded him of the sleep CD Jazz played when Mom and Dad were being loud.

… and, also, oddly, of a video he’d once watched about what stars might sound like, based on how they vibrated.

Danny shuddered, his heartbeat redoubling as he picked up speed, reaching a run. If he could get home, he could turn on the ghost shield and call Sam and Tucker from his home phone. They’d be annoyed that he was bothering about a ghost so long after a patrol, but he was freaked out enough to not really care about their teasing.

(He’d been freaked out enough for the past two blocks.)

His breath began to catch in his lungs, his side burning. He splashed through a puddle, dark, oily liquid sticking to his right sneaker and pant leg. It glittered in the light of the waning crescent moon.

Wait –

It hadn’t rained for weeks.

He slipped and fell, skinning hands, knees, and chin on the sidewalk. Something wet, sticky, and smooth as silk spread over the pavement beneath him. It bubbled like a tar pit, and captive stars shone from within.

Danny tried to push himself up, but the liquid held on to him, pulled him back down.

He was sinking.

He flailed for the sidewalk, reaching, trying to stay afloat. It didn’t work. His elbows were below the level of the sidewalk, and inky, glittery black dripped from his front. It seemed to be eating through his clothes.

Forget useful help. He’d take any help. He screamed.

And he fell.

“You have such lovely dreams,” said the masked man, his horns curling into galaxies. “Impossible dreams.”

Danny couldn’t breathe. He was in freefall. A vacuum. No ground in sight, only the cold, heartless stars, perfect in their beauty.

(And his eyes. Oh, god, was this really a ghost?)

It was his dream, to be an astronaut. With this little twist, it became a nightmare, and yet—

Yet.

“You feel faceless,” continued the masked man. “But there’s freedom in that, is there not?”

Danny shouldn’t be able to hear him. There shouldn’t be any sound in space, and there wasn’t. Not except for his voice.

“Freedom,” said the man, “to follow your wildest dreams, unshackled from responsibility, from reality, from reasonability. No longer dependent on those that call themselves your friends, who claim to be your family, who walk over your dreams for the sake of theirs.”

Suddenly, Danny hit the sidewalk, and he could breathe again. Something thick dripped from his nose, his mouth, his eyes. He pushed himself to his hands and knees. His clothing was gone. His limbs were painted with the night sky in all its glory. He froze, staring.

From Danny’s shadow, the masked man rose, towering over Danny until he felt like little more than a shadow. “Don’t you want to have the chance to see your dreams come true, child?”

Danny blinked. It was hard to force his eyes back open. They seemed to want to stick closed.

“Who are you?” Danny asked, words garbled by the dripping stars trying to force their way past his lips.

“I am Nocturne,” the ghost said, leaning closer.

“You’re like,” Danny choked, “like Desiree. I don’t want—”

Nocturne scoffed. “Desiree. A creature of wishes, of momentary things. I do not care for what you wish for. What matters is that you dream.”

There was something in Nocturne’s hand, round and white and moonlike. It looked small, held between two of his fingers, but it had to be the size of Danny’s face.

“Don’t you dream of flying?” purred Nocturne. “Of being among the stars? Don’t you dream of a peaceful world, where your friends are safe, and the accident never happened? Where you’re a friend, not a weapon supply, a sidekick, or a damsel in distress?”

Danny had been thinking something so close just minutes ago and he couldn’t—

“There, there, my child. No need to cry.” He brought the round thing closer.

Danny could see, now, that it was a mask. Just his size.

“Close your eyes,” said Nocturne, gently, cupping Danny’s trembling shoulders with his other hand. “Close your eyes and dream. Let your face go, for a little while.”

(Danny did as he was told.)

“Hi, Sam,” said Mrs. Fenton, her voice crackling slightly through the phone speaker. “Have you seen Danny today?”

“I haven’t seen him since last n—Since yesterday,” said Sam, correcting herself halfway though. Mrs. Fenton didn’t know about their nightly escapades, and for good reason. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” said Maddie. “He just… I haven’t seen him either. He usually says goodbye before he leaves.”

He didn’t, but Maddie didn’t need to know that.

“Have you checked with Tucker yet? Sometimes they hang out without me. Guy things.” This… was also not entirely true. Danny and Tucker hadn’t had a ‘guy thing’ for ages. They’d been smoothly replaced with ‘ghost things’ like most everything else in their lives.

Sam… might have felt a little bad about that. All of their normal friend activities being replaced by ghost things, that is. Often ghost things that Danny couldn’t really participate in, because Danny couldn’t fly or shoot lasers from his hands.

He did do a good job of setting up obstacle courses and covering for her and Tucker’s—

Wait, no, not the point.

“He hasn’t seen him, either. Jazz doesn’t know where he is. I don’t—” She broke off, sighing. “Call me if you see him. Or tell him to call me.”

“I will,” said Sam, opening the window and preparing to take off.

“Thank you,” said Maddie. She hung up.

Sam went ghost with a burst of green fire. She floated up and out of the window, fading out of visibility as she dialed Tucker’s number.

“Starboy’s missing,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m already searching for him,” said Tucker, the microphone crackling with static but otherwise clear. Tucker’s powers both did and didn’t mesh well with technology.

“Any luck?”

“No,” said Tucker. “This is one of those times when I wish he did have friends other than us. Then we could ask them about where he is.”

“Do you think he’s been taken by a ghost?” asked Sam.

“I mean, maybe? There was that whole thing with Desiree…”

“And the second thing with Desiree,” added Sam.

“And Skulker.”

“And the second thing with Skulker.”

“And Spectra.”

“And the second thing with Spectra.”

“Not to mention Vlad.”

“What a freak,” said Sam.

“Are you picking up a pattern here?”

“Yeah, maybe. Who’s only kidnapped Danny once?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe it’s a new guy? We do get new guys now and again.”

Sam sighed. “Never mind that,” she said. “Where have you looked so far?”

“Not too many places. Do you want to meet up, or…?”

“No, we’ll have more luck going separately. I’ll check in with you in a bit.”

A whole day passed without any sign of Danny. They did, however, find a lot of ghosts with stitched-shut eyes, which they decided was probably related and also incredibly creepy.

By that time, the police got involved. Danny was officially a missing person.

But they were distracted. Didn’t have the manpower to search for just one missing person.

Why?

The sudden surge in coma patients.

“I don’t get it,” said Tucker. “Is that more of a, you know,” he lowered his voice, “doctor thing? Like, if it’s a bunch of people, don’t you think it’s a disease or something?”

“The police think that someone poisoned ‘em,” said Sam.

“How do you know that?”

“How do you think I know that?”

“Dude. You have to stop eavesdropping on the police. I’m, like, ninety percent sure that’s illegal.”

“Not for ghosts, it isn’t.”

“Okay, I’m one hundred percent sure it is. You’ve read the anti-ecto acts, haven’t you? I’m not the only one who did that, right?”

“It was, like, fifty pages thick. And stupid. The only reason I’d read it would be if I wanted to break the laws more efficiently.”

“Seriously?”

An alien world spread out below Danny, a place to explore to his heart’s content, the sky twinkling above him. He couldn’t see it, but he knew it was there, in the nameless, infinite way you knew things when you were dreaming.

He was an astronaut. An adventurer. An explorer.

He was doing everything he had ever dreamed of.

The only thing missing were the people. His friends. His family.

But… He could bring them here. He knew that, too, in the same way.

He just had to reach out and touch them. Feel them. Take them.

(A bit of black and starlight in their eyes, a touch of the gift given to him.)

(Nocturne whispered in his ears. A song only for him.)

They found the ghost responsible for the comas. And maybe they should have realized a ghost was causing them, but Danny was the one who usually put the pieces together, and he wasn’t there. Which was the problem.

(What Sam wouldn’t give for some kind of reliable ghost-detecting power. Or even technology.)

(No, the Fenton Finder didn’t count.)

It was small, human proportions, human skin tone, where it wasn’t covered with some kind of ghostly paint that mimicked the night sky. Its hair was colored the same way, and a blank mask covered its face. Seemed to be directing the green stitched-eye ghosts somehow, despite not saying a word. So. All in all, typical ghost, if somewhat more annoying due to his lack of witty banter.

Then he shrugged off the thermos beam like it was nothing. Almost like he was human.

Then Tucker froze.

The ghost was carried away from the fight by its minions, faster than Sam or Tucker could go.

“Tucker! What was that?”

“Birthmark,” gasped Tucker.

“What?” asked Sam.

“That was Danny’s birthmark.”

“Oh my god,” said Sam. “Did he really get himself transformed into a ghost again?”

“This seems different than Desiree,” said Tucker. “I don’t… Were we really fighting him?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Let’s go get the Ghost Catcher.”

The Ghost Catcher was not in evidence in the Fenton basement.

“What now?” asked Tucker.

“Beat it out of him?” suggested Sam.

“That is a terrible plan. No, I can’t even call it a plan. It’s just bad.”

“Do you have anything better?”

(Tucker did not have anything better.)

(And Danny still couldn’t find his friends, to show them this dream come true.)

When about one in ten people in Amity Park was in a coma, things managed to get even worse. The people who were asleep began to sleepwalk. And sleep attack people.

Sam and Tucker were used to fighting ghosts. Not humans. They didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Especially Danny who was especially vicious. And also seemed to be targeting them.

Danny was so close. So close he could almost touch them. He could feel them, electricity and green things and dreams of power and justice. He could feel them, feel them, feel them, and he was so, so close to inviting them into the dream and he needed it, needed them. Wanted them.

His dream, the dream, his dream, it just wouldn’t be complete without them at his side, wouldn’t be right.

He reached for them, reached for Sam, brushed her sleeve and—

A meteor shower threw them apart.

Tucker dragged Sam away from Danny’s hand and the sleep-inducing liquid it was coated in.

“We have to go,” he gasped, looking out at the veritable horde of ghosts and sleepwalking humans.

“Yeah,” said Sam. “Yeah, we have to – Have to regroup.”

They retreated to the Ghost Zone, and, predictably, were separated.

The ghost’s name was Undergrowth, and he was interested in Sam. Interested enough to offer to teach her.

His power was the same as hers. Nature. Plants.

His rage against humans was… much greater. Overwhelming. Too much, too far, to extreme. She was glad he didn’t see her as human, didn’t seem to know that she wanted to protect humans.

(That she wanted to save Danny.)

Tucker already knew Technus. Had met him, fought him, beat him. More than once, even.

So, he had to ask why Technus was suddenly helping him.

The ghost fixed Tucker with a look that managed to be both incredulous and flat.

“Ghost child,” warbled Technus, “I, Technus, Master of All Things Electronic and Beeping, know what being electrocuted feels like! By the very power we both now wield!”

“Oh,” said Tucker. “Yeah, that makes sense. You were saying?”

Sam and Tucker stood in front of the portal, side by side.

“Ready to be a wake-up call?” asked Tucker.

“You’d better believe it,” said Sam.

Danny was caught, trapped in Sam’s vines.

“This isn’t working,” said Tucker, lightly shocking Danny once again. The ectoblast didn’t help, either. “Usually, this’d zap the ghost out of him, but…”

“Maybe we could try to overshadow him?” asked Sam, dubiously.

“Ugh,” said Tucker. “My least favorite power.”

“It could be the only way to find the ghost actually responsible.”

“Let’s do this.”

Danny was thrilled! He’d finally found his friends. True, he couldn’t move, but—

The stars shuddered. Shifted. Blinked.

Nocturne was angry.

Sam was knocked out of the sky at full speed, making a crater in the dark ground. People were gathered nearby. Amity Park people.

This couldn’t just be the inside of Danny’s mind (overshadowing had never worked this way before, but, well, it wasn’t like they experimented with it a whole lot), it had to be some kind of shared dream. A special power of the ghost, perhaps?

Sam fired up her powers, reaching for the nearby plants. They didn’t respond.

Crud.

This was a dream. They just looked like plants.

Then Tucker lit up the sky like a dying star, electrocuting everyone in range.

Danny woke up, throwing Sam and Tucker out of his body, something metallic clanging against sidewalk pavement. Out of his mind, out of his dream. Out of that dream, the one Nocturne had made for him.

Oh, god. He’d just spent the last week—Had it been a week, or longer? —out of his mind, in that dream, reality at one remove, if that. He’d been blind and—

He reached up to his face, to that mask and he pulled. It stuck. He pulled harder, and felt the goo sticking it on give, the mask coming away while dripping thick strands of ooze. He gasped. And it felt like the first breath he’d taken in—

How long had it been?

He opened his eyes just in time to see Nocturne rise out of his shadow.

Both Sam and Tucker had more of an advantage out here in the real world, without having to worry about hurting people. Well, without having to worry about hurting people more than usual. Wrecking buildings and missing with ectoblasts were still concerns.

“Draw him towards the park?” called Tucker, once they got close enough to confer with each other.

“You grab Danny?”

“I don’t—” started Tucker. He dodged a swipe from the large, starry ghost. “He might be safer, if—”

A column of blue light strobed into the sky, and Nocturne was pulled into the Fenton Thermos. The Fenton Thermos held by Danny Fenton. He coughed, black liquid dripping down his chin.

“Hey,” said Danny. “Thanks.”

“I’ve got to stop losing that thing,” groaned Tucker.

“I think the more important thing here is getting Danny some clothes,” said Sam, shielding her eyes.

“Yes, please,” said Danny.

“Glad to have you back, man,” said Danny, landing next to Danny and transforming. “Honestly, without you, we kind of suck at the whole investigation angle.”

“What?” asked Danny, taking the sweater Tucker offered him.

“We missed you,” clarified Sam. “A lot. We kind of… don’t do to well at anything about ghost fighting. Or life.”

“Yeah, our social life sucked even more than usual.”

“Oh,” said Danny, wrapping the sweater around his waist. “That’s cool.” He spit some of the black liquid out onto the sidewalk. “I need a shower.”

“Yep. Hugs are going to be deferred until then.”

“I’m okay with that,” said Danny. “I kind of… don’t want to be touched, for a while.”

“Ah,” said Tucker. “Well. I’m depressed again.”

“Just. Until the shower,” said Danny.

Sam reached out as if to pat Danny on the shoulder, then drew back. “Do you want a flight back home? Or to, uh, Tucker’s house? To shower. And get some clothes.”

“How is that different from a hug? You’ll still have to carry me.”

“It just is,” said Sam.

“It really is,” said Tucker.

There was a long pause.

“I lied, I want a hug so bad,” said Danny.

His friends practically flung themselves at him.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #nocturne #reverse trio #void!danny

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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Unorthodox: a Sesskag oneshot

Summary: Kagome is pleasantly surprised to receive a present from Sesshoumaru for White Day... until she glimpses the contents inside her gift box.

AN: Written for the Sesskag 2021 Big Bang event on tumblr! @chierafied

I was paired with @milomai-art and here’s their lovely artwork: https://milomai-art.tumblr.com/post/648766972634513408/unorthodox-mythicamagic-inuyasha-a-feudal

Rated K+

Words: 3,000

You can read it on Ao3, Dokuga or fanfiction.net.

Unorthodox

Valentine's day had come and gone, with a notable difference this year for Kagome compared with the last lonely three;

Her return to the Sengoku Jidai.

To celebrate reuniting with her beloved friends, she'd gone all out. Everyone received gifts, right down to Myoga and Jaken; no one had been excluded.

For all her efforts, however, she expected nothing in return. Though she'd explained the concept to the Inutachi, Sango and Miroku were much too busy looking after their children to keep track of dates, Shippo was often away at Kitsune school and Inuyasha had been absent as of late. Besides that, since their relationship had ended, the subject of Valentine's had become an awkward one. She'd had to stress the platonic intent behind her gift to him.

Therefore, Kagome had pretty much forgotten all about White Day by the time it rolled around.

Exiting Kaede's hut with a tub of water in her arms, intending to give the old miko's horse a good scrub down, she dug in her heels the second exquisite silks, armour and a fur pelt registered- having blinked into existence before her. Kagome gaped, swaying. Water sloshed, some spilling to their feet.

"Uh hi," looking up at grave, handsome features, she arched a brow. Sesshoumaru stared at her fervently. "Nice to see you, Sesshoumaru," adjusting her grip, Kagome sidestepped him and flashed a warm smile, used to his minimalistic approach to conversation by now. "Do you need something? Inuyasha isn't here. I think he's helping the next village over repair a-"

"I am not here for him."

Kagome noted his succinct tone, sounding more defensive than usual. Setting down the wooden tub carefully, she straightened, tilting her head. "Then what are you here for?"

"White Day."

"White... ah!" Kagome gasped, "that's right! How did you know about that?" she blinked, noticing he looked extra grumpy today. His jaw ticked, golden eyes narrow. Slowly, the miko brightened. "No way. Did you... get me something?" she breathed, strangely touched.

Of all people, Sesshoumaru had remembered? Was she dreaming?

A hand thrust out stiffly towards her, balancing a small box upon his palm.

Accepting it with thanks, heat touched her cheeks. Weird. She really shouldn't be indulging this- or feeling kind of happy. It didn't mean anything to be pleased, right? Was she even allowed to feel warm and fuzzy towards her ex's brother?

Opening the lid, Kagome tried to squash her excitement- peering down. Slowly, she reached in, retrieving a silky soft thing.

It appeared to be made of something long, silver and fine, the material woven into a pretty design. A bracelet of silk, if she could hazard a guess.

"Um, thank you," Kagome raised her gaze. "What's it made of, out of curiosity? It's very soft."

Sesshoumaru appeared pleased, preening a little. "Only the finest material."

"Really?" she stroked it. "I hope you didn't go to any trouble on my account."

He scoffed, midsummer gaze smiling slightly as his tone became haughty and prideful, "it was no trouble to use this one's own hair."

Kagome dropped the bracelet back into the box. "Whut?"

Lithe fingers combed indulgently into his fall of lustrous silver hair, "you need not be alarmed. The strands grew back quickly."

That isn't what's alarming me, Kagome silently screamed. Now that she was paying attention though, the pale bracelet really did resemble the demon lord's long flowing locks.

Her hand recoiled a little from the box. "W-well, um... thank you very much," Kagome said thinly. "It's a very thoughtful gift. Truly."

Sesshoumaru's keen, piercing eyes roved over her strained features, voice deepening. "If you do not wish to accept it-"

"N-no, I do! I'll wear it right now!" Kagome grabbed it madly, fiddling with the thing while repressing a shudder. She tried and failed to secure the clasp, stiffening when large hands closed over her hand.

The demon lord leaned forward- that same hair currently being secured around her wrist falling free from behind a pointed ear. Silver strands draped down like a gossamer curtain, tickling her flushed, sensitive skin.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head up, expression unreadable.

Shifting her wrist, Kagome observed the threads of hair wrapped around it. His bracelet felt odd, the concept totally foreign. However, she could feel how much the gesture meant to him. She didn't fear offending him because of his dark temper- more because she cared about his feelings and wanted to nurture any hint of a bond between them.

"Thank you," Kagome said. "No one else brought me anything today, so I'm...I'm grateful."

Even if it was the weirdest thing she'd ever received. A bracelet made of hair wasn't exactly traditional.

Straightening, Sesshoumaru's lips thinned as his eyes flickered with confusion.

Kagome blinked, wondering what else he'd envisioned her saying.

"Hn," inclining his head regally, he pivoted sharply and began stalking away quickly, giving a swift kill to the conversation.

---

Without a frame of reference for how long he desired her to wear it, Kagome tugged her sleeve down to hide the bracelet from curious eyes during the next few days. She tried to ignore the sensation of hair continually brushing her skin.

"I wonder if it means something important," Kagome examined it while sprawled out upon a grassy hill, taking a break from her miko duties Kaede had started dishing out ever since her return.

Sesshoumaru had seemed extremely serious while giving it to her. Then again, the gift could've meant nothing. Maybe his hair was just THAT valuable in the Daiyoukai's opinion. She snorted, twisting her wrist and watching silver threads catch on sunlight, making it shine white. "His ego is big enough. I'd believe it. Heh, maybe he'd also give me one of his eyelashes, or a fingernail or..."

Why was Sesshoumaru heading towards her?

Sitting up and fussing absentmindedly with her hair- removing a few stray leaves- Kagome felt heat flood her face.

Okay, no- she shook herself, putting a firm lid over the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. Too strange. Enough of that.

The Daiyoukai stopped a few feet away, expression detached. Kagome knew by now to ignore it in favour of looking into his eyes. They were intent and unblinking today, hinting at his seriousness.

"Hi," she said, patting a spot next to her. "It's rare for you to visit the village again during the same week. What's up?"

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the side at her odd term. Kagome bit her lip, finding it endearing. Her attention strayed, noticing yet another box sitting innocently upon his hand.

She paled. Oh no.

Gracefully sweeping himself down onto one knee- he thrust the new box out towards her, giving Kagome a dizzying sense of Déjà vu.

I was joking about the fingernails. Please be something normal. Please.

Accepting it gingerly, blue eyes flicked up towards him. "White day is over, you know."

"This one is aware."

"So...why the new gift?"

Sesshoumaru pretended to be interested in the gentle bubbling stream not too far away. "Because it pleases me to give it to you."

He was so difficult to figure out. Not wanting to squash his newfound sense of generosity, Kagome carefully removed the lid.

The contents did not look promising.

Trying not to jump to conclusions, she reached in and removed the long necklace. A single solitary tooth hung from the chord.

"Ah," Kagome squinted. "Open your mouth a sec."

Sesshoumaru's lips parted wordlessly, mouth opening wider to reveal a gap where one of his sharp canines used to be.

"This...is yours?" she asked weakly.

Sesshoumaru closed his mouth and nodded primly. "It will serve you well, should you have need of it."

In what way would I ever have need of a tooth? a wrinkle marred her brow as she considered it, coming to a small realisation. "To make a sword from?"

"Hn."

Well, that explained a small piece of the puzzle. In a very 'Sesshoumaru' way- it almost seemed a little sweet, practical even.

However, this did not help assuage her naturally squeamish reaction while looking at the freshly plucked tooth.

"Thanks," she said lamely. "I-I'm sure it'll be very useful if I visit Totosai in the future."

Her answer didn't seem to be what he was looking for. Sesshoumaru's gaze flitted from her to the dangling fang. "Females... prefer jewels, make-up or clothing, I suppose."

Kagome scratched her cheek, "depends on the lady- but you really don't have to worry, Sesshoumaru," laying a hand over pale knuckles resting upon his knee, she gave a squeeze. "I'm touched you're being so thoughtful. There's no need to give me anything else though, I have more than enough."

His nostrils flared, jaw setting stubbornly. He drew himself up to stand, "you are too modest."

Feeling thoroughly discombobulated, Kagome could only watch as he pivoted with all the grace of a dainty dancer, stalking away with billowing sleeves.

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For two weeks, Sesshoumaru continued visiting the village at random intervals. His flair for turning up at the most unexpected times made it difficult for Kagome to anticipate his visits. Sometimes he'd arrive bright and early, others- nearing nightfall. Occasionally he'd visit Rin, but their interactions seemed distracted. Rin would whisper fiercely to him while gesturing in Kagome's direction, but he'd ultimately leave without speaking a word to the miko.

It was odd, confusing. She'd used to think of Sesshoumaru as a fairly straightforward demon. As of late, he'd been downright unpredictable and... flakey. She kind of missed their previous easy interactions when she'd pick herbs and prattle on while he occasionally offered a word or two. His silence had felt comfortable rather than awkward.

I don't know how to get that back, Kagome thought sadly.

A chilly wind passed by, breeze rushing around her exposed neck. Adjusting her miko garb, she sneezed, shivering a little. Autumn would soon be on its way.

The heat of an intense stare sent a new chill down her spine. Kagome turned, sensing it- only to find Sesshoumaru gazing at her intently.

Was it her imagination, or did he seem absurdly pleased? As though struck by a revelation.

As was typical behaviour for him, the demon lord began walking away without a word.

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Trudging back from training in the woods, Kagome shouldered her bow while walking around a thick tree- only to quickly stop, almost bumping straight into polished armour.

Sesshoumaru stood before her, holding another box. This time it was larger, more of a rectangular shape.

"M-more?" Kagome squeaked. Her heart thundered. It felt like so long since they'd last spoken.

Sesshoumaru inclined his head gravely, "hn."

Biting her lip and somewhat dreading what cast-off part of him could be inside this time, Kagome grasped the lid and removed it- only to slam it abruptly back down.

"What… what is that?" she asked thinly.

Sesshoumaru's lashes fell shut and slid open in an unruffled blink.

"My fur."

I thought as much.

Kagome removed the lid with trepidation once more, lifting out the lush, soft coat. Even while her hands sank into the cloud-like material, blue eyes remained wide with distress.

Sesshoumaru seemed to guess her line of thinking. "It is discarded fur that I have shed, not cleaved off. Do not worry."

"O-okay," she said thinly. It's still weird though. Too weird. Imagine if I'd made a coat of shed skin.

It was so odd that Kagome felt a line needed to be drawn, placing it back into the box and numbly accepting it from him. "Sesshoumaru… I have to put my foot down now. I appreciate your gifts but I can't accept any more."

He stiffened, the burning embers in his eyes freezing into glassy orbs.

Kagome rushed to explain, "it's very sweet of you, and I appreciate the thought. I'm just not, uh…sure they're suited for a human. Besides, you seem to be worrying about what to get me instead of talking to me. I'd rather we just spoke like old times instead of this awkwardness."

"I see," he said stiffly.

She took a step forward, eyes widening when he took one back and turned. "This one did not intend to give you things deemed inappropriate and unwelcome. Farewell."

"Wait-!"

Too late, Sesshoumaru blurred away from her outstretched hand.

Kagome grit her teeth, sighing and balancing the box on one hand. Damn it.

Slowly, Kagome lowered the box onto a tree stump and gingerly lifted the coat. It felt lush and divine, her hands disappearing within the sheer volume of fur. Sliding her arms into the sleeves and putting it on, Kagome wrapped it around herself, feeling like she were enclosed in a giant fluffy cloud. His static youki brushed her skin intimately, fanning out from the strands.

It was big. It was a little ridiculous. It was wonderful.

Kagome groaned, burying her face in her hands. Sure, the idea of him collecting his shed fur to sew into a coat was strange by human standards, but actually wearing the coat, she now understood his simplistic intent.

He'd just wanted her to be warm.

"You're such a weirdo," she grumbled, blushing and dipping her nose into the fur. It smelled like him; wild forests, with the hint of refined smoke from a pipe.

Maybe she was weird too.

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He was absent for an entire month.

Sesshoumaru figured it would help ease the sting of rejection. The second he caught Kagome's fragrance, however, it was like an old wound had been ripped open again.

His lips thinned, firmly keeping all emotion locked tight behind a placid mask as he visited Rin.

Chatting with the girl allowed him to soothe his stung ego for a while, distracted by Rin's news about the village and her training. Occasionally she would mention the miko and his chest would tighten again. How pathetic of him.

Once his cup lay empty and Rin mentioned the need to leave in order to assist the older miko, Sesshoumaru took his leave.

Stepping foot outside Kaede's hut, however, he froze.

Kagome stiffened before him, swathed in furs- his furs- he dimly noted.

More than that, lithe fingers curled around the fang resting at her collarbone. The silver bracelet of his hair caught the light before disappearing beneath the length of her sleeve.

Kagome's cheeks heated, and she thrust out a box, letting it rest on her palm.

"I asked around," she muttered. "Inuyasha was clueless, and Shippo kept laughing whenever I tried to ask him what was going on. Luckily Myoga happened to stop by," blue eyes pinned him in place. "You could've told me what all the gifts meant instead of leaving me in the dark."

Sesshoumaru did not accept the box just yet. "I thought my intentions were achingly clear."

Embarrassingly so, for a proud demon.

"Not for humans!" she huffed, lowering her hands a little. "I was confused the whole time! How was I supposed to know that you were giving me a betrothal bracelet, or that the fang was for any half-demon children I might have when they need a sword? I kind of figured out the coat, but I didn't know it represented your intentions to provide for me."

Sesshoumaru stared. Oh. Perhaps he should've listened to Rin about courting the miko after all.

Cheeks scarlet, Kagome sighed, lifting the lid of her box off and removing something from inside.

"May I?"

Sesshoumaru nodded dazedly, golden eyes widening. His entire being thrummed, heart picking up speed.

Shifting closer, Kagome pushed some dark locks behind her ear, the length slightly shorter than usual. Sliding a black bracket around his striped wrist, Kagome swallowed. Her hair had been woven into a band much like his, though nowhere near as intricate.

The demon stared at it, fixated. Baser instincts purred.

Molten gold eyes slowly raised to pin her with a disarmingly reverent look. He spoke no words of poetry, no love or longing, but it was there, he hoped. Abundantly clear. Kagome seemed to recognise it for what it was now.

She smiled a little, hugging her arms and scuffing her foot. "Don't get the wrong idea; I'm not saying I'll jump into marriage with you, but it turns out I'm kind of interested in dating you. Really... interested," Kagome forced out, obviously embarrassed but soldiering on. "If it's okay, we could...do that," she finished lamely.

Sesshoumaru took a step forward, invading her personal space. She blushed exactly the way he'd hoped she would, babbling. "So the uh- think of the bracelet as a dating bracelet! Maybe down the line it could...it could become an engagement thing," she murmured, voice dimming in the wake of his proximity.

"Hn," honeyed eyes smiled, careful claws unfurling to find her chin. "That would be pleasing," he uttered in a faint rumble, tipping his head down. "I accept."

Satisfaction rolled through him fiercely as she tilted her head just so- lips meeting and brushing feather-light against his. Emboldened, Kagome's hands found the collar of his hankimono just as he took her by the waist as though entering a dance, tightening.

Sesshoumaru let his eyes flutter shut, inhaling sharply through his nose. He could smell her so bright and clear—the sweetness of tangerines, faint, exotic soaps—and her mouth so warm. Kagome kissed him, firmer, hand finding his hair- fingers curling. His breath began to roughen the longer their kisses went on. His heart chanted the truth of it all- 'yours.'

If the foolish woman wanted him, he'd already given himself to her. The ticklish brush of her hair claiming his wrist made him smirk against her mouth, glimpsing his own band of white around hers and revelling in a plume of possessive pride.

Perhaps it was unorthodox by her standards, but they were not exactly normal themselves. And so, Sesshoumaru drowned himself in the curious, raw newness of the strange miko, surrendering to all the oddities that would likely follow during their strange courtship.

End

#sesskag #sesshomaru x kagome #sesskag big bang 2021 #inuyasha #sesskag fanfiction

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trashcanfanfics · 3 years

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May I get a fanfic in Val’s POV where Valentino is in one of the worst moods he’s ever been in since nothing has been going his way correctly and he ends up lashing out in reader?(Im a sucker for angst) 🥲

There were a few more asks that I felt could fit into this so thats what I did! Also, friendly reminder, I write gender neutral! Hope you enjoy!

Valentino was pissed. Nothing was going right. Three actors were maimed, five more killed, and to top it off, Y/n wasn't at work or answering his texts. He had half a mind to march down there and demand why they didn't come to work. He missed them more than anything, really. Val thought that seeing them would definitely would change the whole day. That was before he remembered that he confessed while drunk. He decided to let them be, but he was irritated to say the least. He was losing money, afterall!

He gave up on trying to be the bigger person. Valentino was their boss, fisrt and foremost. He pulled out his phone and pulled up their contact. He'd call them.

The phone rang twice before a groggy "hello" answered. Val's anger raised. They ditched work to sleep in? Absolutely not. It doesn't matter how much he loves them, this was unacceptable.

"Y/n where the FUCK are you?" He was seeing red. Val was also slightly hurt. It seemed like they were avoiding him the last few days. Whenever he tried to talk to them, it seemed something else was in the way. Their breath caught in their throat. Fear. That was fear. They were scared of him. That didn't sit right in his mind and made his anger worsen, but this time, at himself.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I-" there was vicious coughing fit, "-I'm a lil' under the weather." There was more coughing. Guilt bubbled up in his chest. Of course they're sick. They've been looking awful for at least two days now. He can't believe he didn't notice sooner.

"It's alright, it's just been a stressful day today." They hummed back in tired underestanding. "Get some rest, babycakes." He hung up the phone and turned to the closest office person. Val informed them he would be out for the rest of the day and to contact his second in command to take care of whatever else was needed today. With that, he left.

~*~

Y/n's place was that little house Val murdered their stalker in. They appreciated not living in a run down apartment now, but was slightly confused as to how he got the house. He told them not to worry about it and enjoy their new space.

Upon entering the house, he took off his coat and hat, hanging them on the rack by the door. The furniture was replaced with lovely red and black walnut instead of that tacky white and bright makore it was before. He had let Y/n take over with his interior designer and decorators. They certainly had taste, just as he knew they did. The ceilings, he was pleased to notice, were now high enough that he could stand properly.

Val made it to the kitchen and opened up some cabinets, looking for some type of soup he could make for them. That's what people eat when they're sick, right? It's what Vox always made him when he wasn't feeling his best. When they weren't fighting or on a break. He found it weird that he didn't feel empty the way he used to when he broke up with Vox before. Maybe it's because he didn't have anything past platonic feelings for him now? Hm.

He found the soup and then went searching for a pot. The pot he pulled out was...very well used, to put it nicely. Val made a mental note to get them a new pots and pans set. Heating up the soup, he added a few extra seasonings to it to make it less bland. the next thing he found that needed replacing were their dish and silverware. How did they live like this? Their bowls and plates had chips in them, silverware with dents and scratches. Plastic cups from the second hand store? No wonder they got sick! He immediately went online and bought them new dishes.

He grabbed the bowl of soup in his bottom hands while grabbing a chipped mug (more replacements needed) and pouring some juice from the fridge into it. Putting the juice back, he handled both items in both sets of hands. He carefully made his way down the hall to the room.

Inside, he was greeted by Y/n's sleeping form. Their peaceful face made his heart melt. He gently placed the soup and drink down on the nightstand before gently shaking them awake. They snorted and sat up, immediately groaning, then held their head. A headache probably. Their eyes met his and widened.

"Bo-" They started coughing harshly. Val placed a hand on their back, rubbing up and down to help. His lower hands reached for the mug and brought it up to them. They looked at it when their coughing calmed down and then took it, taking a drink.

"How're you feeling, Y/n?" The question took them off guard. Had they expected him to be angry? The thought made the guilt from before rise up again.

"I'm...not the best." They looked down at the mug in their hands, gently rubbing the rim with their thumb. Val rubbed their back some more before grabbing the soup in his upper hands and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I heard soup can help with that." He smiled as he dipped the spoon into the soup. Val offered the filled spoon to them. They stared at it amoment before looking him in the eyes and taking the bite. Val's face erupted with a blush. Why did they have to do it like that? He looked away as his lower hands smoothed out the bedsheets near them. The thumping in his chest reminded him that he had drunkenly confessed just a few days ago and hasn't said anything about it to them since.

"...Val?" His breath hitched wheen he heard them say his name. He looked back at them. "Can I have more?" He just about died again. He quickly dipped the spoon back into the bowl and raised it back to their lips. Their...very soft looking lips. The way they wrapped around the spoon and took the soup with it. He was getting very hot and bothered. Oh no.

"How about I take that cup and you take the bowl, precious. I'll get you more juice." He stood, holding out the bowl with his upper arms while the lower ones reached for the mug. They let out a soft laugh and handed him the cup before grabbing the bowl. Both of their hands touched and Val swore it felt like fire raced across his skin. He squinted, awkwardness forgotten for a moment, and leaned down to place an unoccupied hand on their forehead. They had a fever!

"Uh...Boss?" Their face was red, probably from the fever. He removed his hand and hummed. Val left the room without a word and headed for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and picked up the jug of juice in his upper right hand, twisting the cap off with the upper left. As he was pouring the juice into the cup, he wondered what he wwould do about the confession thing. He capped the juice and put it away.

Back in the hallway right outside the bedroom door, he knew he had to tell them again. But sober this time. He entered the room and walked over to place down the mug. Y/n watched him, the bowl, empty, had been placed on the nightstand.

"Y/n, there's something I'd like to discuss with you." He sat down on the edge of the bed again as they went ridged. There's that fear again. He hated the way his chest hurt at the thought of them being afraid of him. "About a few days ago. When I was drunk." He wasn't looking at them, but heard their sigh as they relaxed. The ache in his chest eased a bit when he saw that from the corner of his eye.

"Yes...That." Their reply almost made the moth laugh. They felt just as awkward as he did over this. That made this easier somewhat.

"Yes, well, I meant what I said." He took a breath. "I love you, and that's the reason that Vox and I aren't together anymore. He called me out on my infatuation with you a while ago but I said it was just a passing thing and that I wanted to make things work between him an' me."

"So...You two are back together now, I'm confused by the continuity, here." Y/n's voice was hoarse. They cleared their throat as Val reached over to hand them their mug. They thanked him and took a swig.

"No. This time it's for good because I want to pursue you." He grabbed one of his antenae and scratched where the base and his head meet. A tic he'd picked up from Y/n. Though, they have hair that they run their fingers through instead. "I would like to become your lover." He finally met their eyes. They were staring blankly at him. His heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. They didn't feel the same.

"...You do know how...inappropriate this is right?" They ran their hand through their hair, undoing knots as they came across them. Val itched to help them with that. Even when their hair looks like a rat's nest, he imagined it'd feel soft. "If we were to be together, how would that look? I'm your employee, a porn actor. everyone'll see this as you taking advantage of me. How would that be for your reputation?"

"To hell with my reputation! I couldn't give less of a fuck. All I want is you! If it makes you feel better, I'll fire you, I'll make you co owner of the studios! Anything to have you beside me and share your existance with me."

"Boss-"

"To allow me to kiss you! To let me hold you! To let me wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night!" He was waving all four hands and his lower ones reached out to hold them by the upper arms.

"Boss!" He didn't hear them, too caught up in his feelings.

"To share meals and experiences! To live with you and laugh with you!"

"Valentino!" This snapped him out of it. His upper hands were now gently holding their face. He enjoyed the warmth and how close they were. They let out a breath. "Calm down, I still have a headache." He immediately let go of them and scooted as far as he could from them.

"I-I'm sorry, precious, I don't know what came over me." He looked down at all four of his hands folded on his lap. They sighed and reached over to hold the bundle of hands.

"I do. You've got it bad." They huffed out in amusement, but their attempt at a joke made his heart sink further. "But, uh, I kinda got it bad too." These words made him whip his head back up to look at them.

"What...?" He could have slapped himself if he wasn't so focused on the next words to come out of their mouth.

"I love you, too, Valentino. I would love to be your partner." Those words made him grab them into his embrace and snuggle his head into the crook of their neck.

"That's wonderful, precious! I'll make you so happy, I promise!" He squeezed them tighter. They wheezed slightly.

"That's great and all, but," they wheezed again, "I'm still sick." Oops. He let go and stood up to take care of them thoughout the rest of their sickness.

The word after may have changed, but they wwill always be his favorite.

#hazbin hotel x reader #valentino x reader #trashcan answers you #babycakes

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the-huntress · 3 years

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Little Moth - Chapter 4 - As The Snow Fell

[Thank you so much to everyone that has read, liked and re-blogged the chapters and master list of my fanfic so far, I really appreciate all the support!]

Masterlist

Y/N Protagonist, female. Reader X Karl Heisenberg. [18+]

Summary: You’ve barely even set foot into the village and have already had a taste of the unusual residents and otherworldly beings. Is there anyone that you can trust?

Trigger Warnings: Threat, theft.

Soundscape Ambience Suggestions:

Medieval Ruins Ambience

Quiet Tavern Ambience

[Photos are my own]

You woke with a start, the white canvas of the morning sky blinding you as a crow cawed from above. You cast you gaze about bleary eyed, taking in your surroundings. You were back at your camp, but mightily dishevelled, half your clothes on, half off, and various parts exposed to the elements. The last embers of the fire burned, soft wafts of smoke dying down.

What the hell happened last night? You wondered, casting your thoughts back and rubbing your face, feeling almost as if you had a hangover. Fixing your clothes, you turned your attention to your equipment and the camp. Anything that wasn’t necessary to have on you today you bagged back up into your luggage bag and pushed into the hollow of the tree that you had camped against; mostly some clothing, sleeping bag, tarpaulin… you paused as you got to the bow that the Duke had gifted to you, eyeing it up. As much as you felt safer with it, today you would have to try to be inconspicuous, and this weapon was not going to help with that. You stuffed it hastily as far bag into the hollow as you could, hooking it on a knot on the inside of the tree so that it hung safely, completely out of view, and then threw leaves over the bag.

The distance seemed shorter this time going towards the cliff edge that overlooked the village. You took out your binoculars from a pouch on your hip and got down onto your stomach to scout the area. From where you were you could easily see the castle with its spiky turrets in the distance, slightly shrouded by a fine mist at this hour. If it weren’t for the whole situation that you were in and the very obvious unease that this place was already causing you, you’d have maybe even called this gothic monster ‘beautiful’. Leading up to it were many small houses, each made slightly differently to the next, but somehow all similar. Some with thatched roofs, some tile, some metal. You were only at the brink of this village, but you could sense poverty from here, being used to living in a modern world and never feeling like you’d had to struggle too much for food or material needs. Your eyes were drawn to a route that should give you access easily into the village by way of going behind some of the closer buildings, and with a quick sweep, checking that no one was currently about, you decided to go now.

The village had a spattering of snow, less than a foot for sure, and for the most part it had been trodden down and thinned. Coming up to the first house you crouched down behind a small brick wall, which looked as though it had started to tumble over. Again, you couldn’t see anyone here, but you could definitely hear livestock; a pig and maybe some chickens. Peering over the top of the wall towards the house you noticed a washing line, its contents bouncing slowly in the slight breeze. There were yellowed white briefs, a petty coat, bonnets, a dress made out of material that looked itchier than it looked practical, and also a hooded cloak. You pondered for a moment if taking an entire line of clothes to disguise yourself was a good idea or not and then decided against it; you whipped the cloak down, it being very dull and drab in both colour and fabric, with no distinguishing features, and threw the large hood up over your head. It was big enough even to hide your eyes, the swells of fabric wrapping around your arms and body, providing more warmth as well as what you hoped would deter anyone from making too much notice of you. Your boots and trousers were visible, from the knee down, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Nearing the centre, you started to hear the sounds you’d expect to hear in a small village like this. The day was light enough to see everything clearly; a statue of a lady holding a sword and shield. Something about it sent a shiver down your back. It wasn’t that it looked creepy, it just felt… familiar somehow. This looked as though it was perhaps the centre of the village; a woman sat on a bench knitting, a couple of children played with a stick and hoop. That felt weird too. It was the turn of the millennium, and yet here children were playing with really outdated toys. A little way up you could see a hill rising with some gravestones dotted here and there to the left of it. Already you could feel the eyes of the children staring at you and the quiet clacking of the knitting needles had stopped. Keeping your head down, you carried on walking, your feet choosing to take you up the small hill, past the gravestones. You passed a strange wooden shine on your right, not daring to turn your head to look at the details right now, for you’d hoped that they people here might assume that you were one of them thus letting you become invisible. You’d had undercover jobs before that you’d excelled at, but things felt very different here. Every step you took made the feeling of foreboding grow stronger in you. Up ahead was a door depicting two characters, one looked like a woman, the other, you weren’t too sure, but it looked sturdy and as though it might lead to the great castle, so that didn’t seem like you’d be unnoticed if you tried that door. To the right a long alley way, but it looked to lead away from the village, and to the right again the iron gates into the grounds of a small church, with a bubble of people emerging from its doors now. Yes, you had to lay low and try not to turn heads, but you also needed information, maybe if you passed through this crowd as if you were going somewhere you could eavesdrop some clues.

You made your way over and saw a man dressed like a vicar of sorts standing at the church doors while the villagers left, his hands raised in the air and a grin on his face. His eyes were eerily shadowed with darkness, but this didn’t seem to deter his congregation.

“Thank you for coming to today’s assembly to pay our respects to our beloved saviour, Mother Miranda. Volunteers and the Heretic’s Judgement are to be held tomorrow at Mother’s church.”

Just then you accidentally bumped right into someone emerging from the crowd, the impact making you both exhaled audibly, and the villager dropping their item to the ground.

“I’m so sorry, are you ok?” You asked, seeing her face as she looked up to see whom she had bumped into. You mentally kicked yourself for being automatically nicely mannered when you could have just trundled past. Instead, you stopped to pick up what you saw now to be a small bouquet of flowers, seeing her smiling at you as you handed them to her.

“Oh yes, I’m quite alright.” She said warmly. She looked to be in her forties with grey blue eyes, mousy brown hair and bangs. “Are you?”

You were taken aback for a moment; you didn’t expect anyone to ask how you were. In all honesty you’d been better. “No damage done.” You smiled, making sure to pull the cloak over any item of clothing that might give you away for being from further afield than the next village or so. The church doors had closed, and the rest of the crowd had now disbanded into the rest of the village.

“You look to me like you could do with a hot meal and a warm bath. If you beg my pardon for saying so.” She took a step back and extended her hand. “I’m Luiza by the way.”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking it. Is this a good idea? You asked yourself, but you couldn’t help but trust the woman.

“I was just about to lay these down in the cemetery, if you’d like to join me Y/N.” Luiza offered, indicating to the small bouquet. There was a look in her eyes, like she was trying to tell you something.

“Yes of course.”

The two of you made your way a little past the church and through some more iron gates, this time into a space that was on a slight slope with a couple of crypts and tombs. Checking around her to make sure that no one else was around, Luiza turned her eyes back to you slowly.

“You’re not from here.” She stated. You swallowed.

“No, I’m from the next town over, I’m passing through to –“

“Please. You’re not from here, your accent, your boots… but your eyes, your eyes are what really gave it away. If you’d ever lived near here, you’d never have the damn nerve to even come.” She waved a hand in the air, and yet looked remorsefully subdued. You didn’t quite know what to say.

You looked down to the ground, shame seeping in as if from the snow at your feet.

“I’m searching for a friend.” You said solemnly. “He’s here somewhere, at least, I think. I think that he came here on a lead; whether he’s here to help someone or it’s to do with something that concerns us… I’m not sure. But he’s been gone a while now, and I’d like to get him back home.” Saying it made it all the more real, and you could feel your throat growing tight. The whole time that you’d been speaking Luiza had listened intently, yet her face remained soft. Something twinkled in her pale eyes, a knowing.

“Do you have a picture, of your friend?” She asked.

“Yes.” You unzipped the RPD bag hanging at your side and carefully pulled the photo from the wallet inside. “His name is Leon, Leon Kennedy.” Luiza took the photo into her own hand carefully, studying it and then handed it back.

“You should come over for some dinner tonight Y/N. See that gate over there?” She pointed back towards the church but the opposite side from which you’d entered. “Through that gate, turn left and all the way up the hill. My husband and I are having goulash tonight, if that might tempt you.”

“With dumplings?”

“I can do them if you’d like.” She smiled, turning away to face a small gravestone. “Come after nightfall but be careful on your way.”

“I will.” You started heading back towards the church and then turned to ask, “Who is it? That you’re visiting I mean.”

“My daughter.” She replied.

You left Luiza at her daughter’s grave and felt your stomach rumble. The last 24 hours had been gruelling on your body, you were cramping with no pain relief, nor for your knee, which was already aching, a reminder of the stress you’d put it through the day before fighting that… beast, and then you remembered; the dream… what had happened? That was the same beast as the one you’d slain. But what, you’d resurrected it? You wondered what it meant, and then you started to recall what had happened after. Your cheeks burned red in an instant, spreading over your neck and ears. Confusion ultimately taking over. Well at least I’m warm now, you sneered at yourself, and then felt another rumble. I need food.

Luiza seemed like she could be a good ally to have here, and something told you that she recognised that picture of Leon; even if she was the only person that would help you out you felt happy that you had at least something potentially to go on. You headed back into the centre of the village, with the intention of heading back to your camp for another preserved snack and then it hit you; the smell of eggs and bacon. It was drifting up from somewhere a little way past the statue to the left and you followed it around without a care.

“The Fat Goose” The sign read above the door. It looked to be a small inn of sorts with a few townsfolk coming in and out, and in seemingly good spirits. You made sure that your hood was pulled back up over your eyes and made your way in. It was like many other humble pubs that you’d frequented here and there, mostly when visiting back home in England. A long bar at the back of the room, a door leading somewhere at the back, and the clientele sat hunched over round tables upon stools, leaning close to the fire, or shouting above one another at the bar itself. It wasn’t the busiest, but it seemed to be where the majority of the village had decided to spend their day if they did not have work to be done. You could see a couple of the villagers did indeed have meals here of all sorts; chicken, bread, cheese, and most importantly eggs and bacon. You could feel yourself salivating.

Keeping your head low you approached the barkeep, the Lei ready in your hand, and slid it across the surface towards him. “Eggs, bacon and ale, thank you.” You pushed your coin over to him. You’d been lucky, upon meeting the Duke he’d brought up local currency and exchanged what you’d made the mistake of purchasing at the airport.

The barkeeper was quietly suspicious, evident in the way that he eyed you up, taking a moment to pause cleaning the tankard in his hands to take the money and gave a nod back.

“We’ll bring it over to yer table.” He said, turning back to what he was doing. You chanced a glance around the room and decided to take a seat at a vacant table by the window. It felt like a safe spot; you could see the door and the bar, but you were also tucked into a corner out of the way, the only light cast by the fire on the other side of the room and a couple of candles over head in brackets.

The ale was with you in no time at all. You’d never actually drank ale before and weren’t expecting it to be the tastiest of drinks, but there wasn’t much choice here. The eggs and bacon shortly followed, filling the room with a smell that made you stomach growl again.

The door flew open and you suddenly noticed the difference between the warmth of the inn with the bite of the outside air. The chill swept into the pub with the figures of two men, both tall and brawny, but one much larger than the other. They seemed to be deep in conversation but trying to keep their voices to a murmur that they could only hear between themselves.

They were dressed similarly; the taller man’s clothes had more of a darker and subdued palette. He had a head of grey hair, and a beard to match, a broad forehead, kind eyes and a nose which looked as though it had been broken at least once. The shorter of the two, but by no means lacking in height had a similar long coat but in more earthy tones. His face was hidden by a dark brown leather hat of sorts, well-worn with a mess of dark hair streaked with grey. The other patrons went quiet as the men entered and then began nodding at them, some even tilting a hat, before going back to their business.

Something began stirring in your stomach and you looked down at your food, maybe the eggs were off? You looked up again, unconscious of being unable to stop watching them, or more specifically, the man with the hat. He definitely felt your gaze right at that moment as he slowly turned his face over his right shoulder to look at you from behind dark, circular shades hiding his eyes from view. Time seemed to stop. He was really looking, and you felt as though you were tumbling backwards down through the biggest chasm carved into the stars.

“Oh boy.” You breathed as the man suddenly turned his head back to reply to something that his towering friend had said, who in turn, then noticed you, glancing over his friend’s head. The feeling in your stomach had grown so intense that it felt as though it had now pummelled its way into your chest too. This felt like danger and sickness all wrapped into one. You had half a mind to leave now, but you knew that not only would that rouse more suspicion, you just also didn’t want to.

“Urias, Karl.” The bartender came over to the two men at the bar, “What can I get you?”

Sometime later a beautiful, red haired girl came to take your plate away. Despite being so hungry when you first came into the establishment, once the men had entered, you’d felt so nauseous that you’d barely been able to manage another bite. You tried to channel your thoughts, calm the storm in your stomach and ease your breathing. You were getting there, managing to ground yourself, but every few minutes your eyes were drawn back to that man, was he Urias or was he Karl? Which name suited him most? Urias sounded strong and noble, well he certainly looked strong. He pulled out a cigar and lit it, suddenly emitting raucous laughter from something that his friend said which shocked you out of your trance; and then he fell silent, starring at the other man so intensely that it scared you.

“You’re fucking kidding me?” He asked. The pub fell silent. You were so focused on the scene, as was everyone else that you neglected to notice the way your tankard had started to slowly drift up into the air along with everyone else’s.

“I’m sorry my friend, I am not. I am going to marry her.”

“God fucking damnit Urias!” He bellowed, slamming a fist down on the bar. Everything fell with a bang, ale sloshing over the tables and with that he stormed out of the pub. Urias rubbed a giant hand over his face, the skin gathering in mounds between each finger. The bartender brought over a new tankard, about three times the size of the regular ones and let it thud down in front of Urias.

“On the house, chief.”

Urias took it in his man-paw and without hesitation turned towards you, walking over.

“Are you going to tell me who you are then, fabled traveller. I can tell you come from very far away.” He sounded like how you imagined a talking bear to sound, deep and rumbly. He had a big, square chin, his jaw jutted out slightly, strong teeth, big lips and kind eyes. He poured a little of the ale from his giant vessel into your own, indicating for you to stay put. No one else in the pub seemed to be paying attention, at least not with their eyes, this man must have some hold or power over them.

“My name is Y/N, and I am looking for my friend.” You told him truthfully, face down, but eyes looking up at him. You were scared, for sure, but you wouldn’t let it show. You were here for a reason, you’d come this far, you weren’t going to leave without Leon, and you meant it. You slid the photo across the table to him and he took it tenderly, bringing it closer to his face, all that way up to take a look. He tilted his head to the side.

“Have you spoken to anyone else?” He asked, eyes flitting between you and the photo.

“One other.” You replied, not mentioning who.

“Y/A my name is Urias, as you might have heard my friend eloquently let the world know earlier. I am the chief of this village. My brother and I-“ He paused and looked down at his hands. “My brother and I came from a mountain clan, our blood line has been chief there for generations, but we wanted to see more of the world and make our mark, learn trades and earn our keep. We came to this village when we were both merely men grown, that was a long time ago now.” He had a faraway look in his eyes, turning now to look out of the window, it was already beginning to grow dark and a drift of snow had begun to descend once more. “We climbed the ranks here, doing what we could to help protect the village and its population…” He paused again in thought. “To help, however we could. It’s just me now, but I still want that, I still want to do what’s right for my people”

He took a deep drink from the tankard, which now that you were looking at it closely, looked more like a small barrel with a makeshift handle.

“Y/N I will help you however I can, but please understand this; this is no normal village, there are things at work here even I can’t quite explain. Tensions are very high, and an outsider coming in looking for a missing friend,” He tilted his head and gave a small chuckle, “Well, that’s not going to go down so well with some of the villagers, and especially not with the higher ups.”

“You mean Mother Miranda?” You asked bluntly. He swung his head to look you dead in the eyes.

“How do you know her name?”

“I did my research before I came; I don’t know much about her Urias, but I have a bad feeling about her.” Your cheeks burned from being so forward.

He laughed again, “You’re not the only one.” He muttered, casting you a careful sideways glance, taking you in some more. He looked like he was pondering or considering something. “There are a seldom few here that you can trust, so be careful. You can find me at my house, some of the folk they call it ‘the chief’s hut’, or else I’ll likely be here, at least for now.” His mind seemed to trail off somewhere else.

Noticing that night had indeed now fallen you bid your farewell and shook the giant’s paw and made your way outside into the chill of night, thankful for the stolen cloak wrapped around your frame.

You started around the side of the pub, back towards the route that would take you directly to Luiza’s house when something wrapped around your throat and shoved you against the wall. The breath was choked out of you upon impact and your hood fell, your hair falling down in-front of your eyes as you blinked them open, trying to see what had happened. Pain started spreading in your body; the cuts on your torso, your knee blazed and the cramps starting up again like knives. The thing around your throat was a hand, larger than your own but not huge, nails digging into your flesh.

You tried to say something, a warning a threat, but whoever it was, was closing your throat.

“Don’t pretend I didn’t see you making eyes at me in there darling,” A man’s voice drooled. “We don’t see tourists all too often around here, but I’m sure an outsider like you will be carrying something of value.”

You didn’t recognise the face in front of you at all. A man in his twenties, maybe, fairly non-descript with short mousey brown hair and some stubble. He absolutely reeked of alcohol. Your right hand shot instinctively towards your knife and he twisted your wrist anti-clockwise immediately disarming you, shoving you back against the wall with the force of his body and then reaching for any other weapons. Of course, he found the pistols, kicking one aside and holding the other to your temple.

“These will bring me a pretty Lei or two, I’m sure the Duke would be happy to pay me handsomely. What other souvenirs have you got under that cloak of yours?”

You scrabbled against his hands, trying to execute the self-defence you’d been taught for situations such as these. You tried to get to his weak points; wrist, elbow, knee, balls, but he had you at his mercy. The number of tight spots and situations you’d come up against in your time and you couldn’t do a damn thing if someone had you pinned when their strength was greater than your own. Your hands gripped against his arm, legs kicking.

“Hand it over and I won’t hurt you. Much.” He pressed the cold of your pistol harshly into the skin under your chin.

“No!” You rasped, suddenly being thrown down for a second but caught by something before you hit the ground. Strong, hot arms held you up from falling.

You dared to open your eyes, looking over the arm at the man’s fate. He was sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

“Get the fuck out of here.” A voice rumbled from above you. You looked up. It was Karl. You winced again and the younger man tore off into the darkness without looking back. Your body trembled from pain, cold and something else.

You looked up again. Although you still couldn’t see his eyes you could see some sort of unearthly glow behind the glasses. His skin looked fairly tanned, smooth but worn, tired maybe, and small scars scattered here and there. You were still in his arms, entranced, and so warm.

“Thank you.” You breathed. He swallowed hard and blinked, turning his face away from you, he let his arms drop now that you were on your feet, but you were still close against his body, which now felt so tense. Was he shaking?

“Go.” He exhaled. You faltered, putting a hand to his arm, he flinched, his breathing deepened. “Please.” He shut his eyes. What was this man fighting?

You gulped, stepping back, not understanding, pulling your cloak around you, and stooping to retrieve your weapons.

“Karl, Y/N what’s going on?” Urias lurched out of the pub doors, “What was that commotion?”

A couple of moments passed where you were staring at Urias, holding your cloak to you and expecting Karl to answer, but nothing happened. You turned around to look at Karl, but he wasn’t there.

Urias offered to escort you himself to Luiza’s from there. You told him what happened and although he was furious at what had happened, swearing he’d try to find the culprit and have them punished; he did not seem surprised by Karl’s sudden disappearance. To say you were shaken up was an understatement, but you at least felt safer being with this humungous man of the mountains as you made your way through the snowy night.

Song Suggestion: ‘Stumble and Pain’ by Joseph Arthur

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Shy (Chanlix and Minsung)

Description- After Felix and Chris's charged first kiss, Chris has suddenly grown cold with Felix. Felix doesn't understand why, but with a little help from Jisung he musters up the courage to confront him.

Pairing- Chanlix and a sprinkle of Minsung

Word count- 3.2k

Genre- Fluff, angst, mxm, slice of life

Warnings- Crying, mxm, discussion of confusion about sexual orientation, argument, light swearing

Teaser-

Felix ran his fingers through his hair a couple times, playing with it absently and then leaning back with his hands palm down on his thighs to absorb the anxious sweat. He was also quite stiff, clearly troubled. His stomach tying itself in knots.

There seemed to be an abyss between the Australian band mates.

Chris let out an irritable sigh and pulled off his head phones, hitting save on the track he was working on before slowly spinning his chair around. He barely looked at Felix as he began gathering his things, “It’s getting late, I think I’ll head to bed,” he muttered.

Felix was shocked, he had thought Chris would at least try and talk with him. Why should he have to be the one to start this conversation?

As Chris stood up and began to head towards the door Felix reached out and grabbed his sleeve, stopping him dead in his tracks, “Wait. I-” He took a deep breath to control the tremble he felt rising in his throat, “I want to talk to you.” He said, his voice meek. Chris was usually a very warm person, it was unsettling being treated with such ice.

“What about?” Chris asked, turning around to look at Felix, who’s head hung low.

“Are you angry with me?” He asked, looking up into Chris’s brown eyes.

Note- This is a sequel to my other Chanlix fic called My first kiss, so if you haven't read that one I recommend reading it before this one. I hope you enjoy this angsty sequel.

-Also added in some Minsung content so if you wanna see more of that let me know :)

Felix sat dejectedly with Jisung, it was getting late but he didn’t want to go to bed. He was plagued by dreams of Chris. More than anything, he regretted the kiss. He didn’t regret it because the kiss was bad, but because he had been right. Chris and him were now weird together and he felt powerless and unsure of what to do.

A couple weeks had passed since the boys charged first kiss, but it seemed that once they had separated they had both become awkward and uncertain. The magic of the evening had faded. Felix was more than a little disappointed with how it had happened, having thought things might be different. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the way Chris changed wasn’t it.

It wasn’t like he was mean, but there was a definite strain in the relationship. Chris seemed to be pulling away, and for the life of him Felix couldn’t understand why.

“Felix, what’s wrong?” Jisung asked, tapping Felix’s thigh with a concerned expression.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he shrugged. He hadn’t discussed what had happened with any of his other band mates. He didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable and he also didn’t want it to get back to Chris that he was upset about it.

It wasn’t even Chris’s fault that things were awkward. Felix had been the one to allow this to happen. He blamed himself.

“Do you think I’m dumb? You’re not yourself right now… actually you haven’t been for a while, so what’s going on? You can talk to me, you know.” Jisung said, moving closer to Felix and rubbing his back in slow circles, leaning down to look into Felix’s eyes.

Felix sighed and leaned back against his arms, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to talk about it… but did Jisung want to hear about it?

“Does Chris seem off to you?” Felix asked tentatively, still staring blankly above him.

“He seems stressed, but not any more than usual… why?”

“He’s been weird with me lately,” Felix admitted, shifting his weight and biting his lip. The more he thought about it the more upset he was becoming.

“I did notice that… Minho hyung was asking if you two had a fight…”

“We didn’t fight,” Felix said sourly, sitting back up in agitation. He suddenly couldn’t seem to sit still.

“Did something else happen?” Jisung pried, gently laying a hand on Felix’s leg to attempt to calm him.

“I- We… Can I trust you not to tell Minho hyung about this?” Felix asked, looking up at Jisung conspiratorially.

Jisung bit his lip and looked away, “He’s my boyfriend… I tell him everything.”

“Yeah, but can you not tell him this?”

Jisung sighed and bit his lip, “I’ll try to-,”

Before he could continue Felix was interrupting him, “Chris and I kissed.” He admitted, hanging his head as soon as the words left his lips.

“...Oh.” Jisung said, his eyes widening for a moment before he composed himself, “Um… Well I always knew you liked Chris but I-”

“It wasn’t bad… He literally offered to take my first kiss. He promised me that nothing would change between us and now he’s all weird with me. I leaned my head on him and he literally moved away… And everytime I try to talk with him he walks away from me.”

“I see…” Jisung nodded, taking a deep breath to mull it over for a moment. He wanted to choose his words carefully.

“I just don’t get it… I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this… I just miss my friend.” Felix vented, “At the time I had suggested we kiss more but we don’t have to, I just want to-”

“Felix.” Jisung interjected.

“Yeah?”

“Chris has always thought he was straight, you know that right?” Jisung said carefully.

“Yeah…?”

“You’re bi. You’ve known that and been pretty comfortable with it for a while. Chris is probably sort of confused right now, because whatever he was thinking, he probably didn’t expect to enjoy the kiss.”

Felix furrowed his brows, “How would you know he liked it?”

“Uh…”

Shit. Jisung had gotten caught in his own trap now. Earlier that same day, Chris had come to him to discuss the same thing, and worried profusely over what Felix was thinking about him.

“Did he… talk to you too?”

“Maybe…” Jisung said hesitantly

“Jisung!” Felix cried angrily, putting his head in his hands.

“He didn’t tell me to talk to you!! I just wanted to see what you’re both thinking… I really think you should just talk to each other instead of avoiding it. You’d be surprised how much communication can actually fix.”

“What do I even say to him…?” Felix muttered.

“Whatever you’re feeling. Just be honest with him.” Jisung encouraged, “We’re literally in a band together you have to make up some time.”

Felix nodded slowly, running his fingers through his soft hair and staring at the ground nervously, “You’re right.”

“You should just do it when you’re ready.” Jisung said, reaching over to give Felix a one armed hug, squeezing him tightly, “ Chris isn’t angry with you, he’s just too scared to bring it up himself.”

Felix nodded, he was about to say something else but Minho had just come home and was yelling for Jisung.

“Jisung-ah I’m home~~” He was singing obnoxiously, immediately bringing a bright smile to Jisung’s face.

“I gotta go bro, but hey! It’s gonna be okay! You got this! Fighting!” He encouraged, shaking Felix’s shoulders before jumping up and practically skipping out of the room to greet Minho.

Felix sat quietly by himself before he slowly stood up to go talk with Chris.

After about ten minutes of searching Felix found Chris cooped up in the production room, working on new beats and sounds for an upcoming album. He looked up curiously as soon as the door opened and immediately his eyes dropped, “Oh, hey Felix.” He greeted, glancing back up before turning back to the computer screen in front of him.

He looked cozy today in his oversized gray sweater and black sweatpants, feet tucked into a pair of blue slippers. His blond hair was freely curling up and framing his face, they were letting him grow it out for the come back.

“Hey Chris,” Felix mumbled, going to settle down on the couch. He watched the now stiff Chris replay a track a couple times, clearly unsatisfied.

Felix bit his lip and pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly on instagram, briefly going to read fan comments and then jumping to bubble to send a quick message to the fans. The entire time Chris was silent, turned completely away from him as he worked.

There seemed to be an abyss between the Australian band mates.

Felix was shocked, he had thought Chris would at least try and talk with him. Why should he have to be the one to start this conversation?

“What about?” Chris asked, turning around to look at Felix, who’s head hung low.

“Are you angry with me?” He asked, looking up into Chris’s brown eyes.

“No, why would I be angry?”

“I don’t know… you haven’t talked to me in weeks now since-” Felix felt like he shouldn’t say it and Chris bit his lower lip.

“I’ve just been busy,” he lied.

Felix shook his head, clearly frustrated, “Could you please sit down so we can talk? I feel like you’re trying to run away.”

“I- yeah,” He agreed, setting his stuff down and sitting down gingerly beside Felix, sure to keep a couple inches so that their bodies wouldn’t touch.

Felix swallowed the lump in his throat, this felt worse than the whole being ignored thing. It felt like Chris didn’t want to be anywhere near him, and on top of that he wasn’t even being honest.

“Was it… Was it the kiss?”

“What?!” Chris exclaimed incredulously, causing Felix to visibly flinch. A pang of guilt stabbed Chris’s heart and he softened his voice, “Why would it be about that?”

“What else would it be about? As soon as we went to bed that night you shut me out!” Felix cried, looking desperately at Chris to discern some of his feelings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Chris muttered, looking down.

Chris didn’t want to admit how Felix had made him feel. He didn’t want to admit that he was fantasizing about being much more than friends with his cute, freckled friend from Australia. Not only was he confused, but he was terrified. What if it got out? How could he have that kind of relationship with Felix when Korea was still mostly homophobic? What would happen if it didn’t work out, and what kind of strain would it put on the group? Even though Jisung and Minho were together, it was different for him. Chris was the leader, so how could he allow himself to feel these things, and fall so hard for his best friend? He had never even expected to develop such feelings for another man.

He was pulled out of his self deprecation by Felix’s trembling sigh, “How can you not know what I’m talking about? Everytime I come near you, you run away. I put my head on your shoulder and you- you pushed me off. You have been doing everything in your power to stay as far away from me as possible…” Felix was staring straight ahead, trying to hide how hurt he truly was, “You promised me nothing would change… I- You… If you didn’t want to kiss me why did you suggest it in the first place?” He was quickly losing grasp of his words, fumbling as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

Chris was silent, pangs of guilt coursing through him. Felix was right. He had promised that things wouldn’t be weird, and Felix was also right that he was trying to stay away from him, but how did he even explain what he wanted to say.

“I wanted to kiss you,” He assured, “The problem is… The problem is I- I still-” His words trailed off into the air and Felix shifted beside him, sniffling.

Chris chanced a glance and felt his heart shatter at the tears that were gliding silently down the younger's cheeks, “Felix I’m so sorry.” He whispered, reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder, but Felix pushed him away.

“Don’t,” he said, wiping his face irritably, “You don’t have to touch me if you don’t want to.”

“I do want to… Felix I just need you to understand.” He said, his hand still raised to touch his shoulder.

“Understand what?! You won’t tell me anything!” Felix exclaimed, wiping at another stray tear.

“I’m scared of how much I like you…” Chris admitted softly, looking down at the couch and dropping his hand.

“What does that even mean? You barely even look at me anymore.”

“Before you I’ve never liked another guy. Ever. It never even crossed my mind. But low and behold, you came dancing and singing into my life and every day I just like you more and more… it’s overwhelming.” He explained, “When we kissed, I was on cloud nine, and when you fell asleep in my arms I felt like my heart was gonna burst because I was so happy.”

Felix was paying full attention to Chris, his eyes still glossy with tears.

Chris sighed, “When I went to bed though, I realized how bad this could be.”

Felix felt a pang in his chest and looked down again, a tear falling against the leather couch with a plop.

“Bad?” Felix whimpered.

He was upset with himself, he had already lost all the composure he had mustered up.

Chris let out a deep, pained sigh and moved closer to Felix, draping his arm over his shoulders. Despite Felix’s initial rejection of Chris’s comfort, he was melting against his solid body, turning his face into the fabric of his sweater to stifle a tiny sob that went through his body. Why did he feel like he was being broken up with?

“Not like that… just… it’s scary. I worry about if anyone ever found out about us… what would happen to the group? Would my being with you… make things hard for everyone else- including you?”

“I n-never said we had to date.” Felix cried, wrapping his thin arms around Chris.

Chris rolled his eyes, “I know you didn’t… I just like you so much that I’m already there.”

“So you don’t hate me?” Felix asked, keeping his tear streaked face hidden for the time being.

“Why would I ever hate you? I’m just- I just needed to take some time to think for myself about all of this stuff… I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, and made you feel that way. I hated being away from you, but I thought it would make me like you less. If anything, it just made me miss you more.”

Felix let out a pained groan, “You should have just explained that to me in the beginning…” He whined, wiping again at his face as he sat up.

“I thought it was stupid…”

Felix offered a fragile smile, “Maybe a little bit,” he quipped.

“Hey!” Chris cried, one hand jumping down vengefully to tickle Felix’s sensitive side, sending the boy jumping forward and then trying to move away as giggles erupted out of him. Chris continued his teasing, pushing Felix against the arm rest until he was gasping for him to stop.

The two grinned wildly at each other before Chris dropped his head against Felix’s chest, taking in a couple deep breaths.

“I really am sorry,” he muttered.

“It’s okay… I understand,” Felix said, reaching up and running his fingers through Chris’s locks, enjoying the familiar weight of Chris’s body on his. He was satisfied with anything as long as Chris was in his life. Chris had always been by his side, taking care of him when he first joined the company, helping him learn korean, supporting him after he got eliminated. Felix felt as though he would be nothing if it wasn’t for Chris.

“Let’s just take things as they come… no pressure, no worries, we just do whatever we want. We can just do whatever feels right for ourselves and fuck all the rest.” Chris said, sitting up to look up into Felix’s pretty brown eyes.

“That sounds fine to me… but we really don’t have to do anything else like that night… I know it might make you worried or confused and I’m satisfied as long as we can be fr-” Felix was cut off as Chris suddenly pressed his lips against Felix, who immediately kissed back.

The two stayed together for a moment, eyes closed, lips moving slowly against each other before Chris pulled back, a wolfish smile appearing on his face, “I’m fine,” he assured.

Felix took a deep breath, looking away for a moment, “I can’t stand you,” he muttered.

“You looooove me,” Chris teased, pulling Felix up against his chest.

Felix nuzzled against him, breathing in his familiar scent, “Unfortunately,” he muttered, sending a warm chuckle through Chris. Neither of them were sure where things would go from here, but for now, they were happy within each other's arms.

~~~~~

“Awwww that was so cute,” Jisung whispered excitedly, staring through the tinted glass at the two boys cuddling together.

“I suppose it was,” Minho sighed, stepping back a bit from the door.

“You suppose?” Jisung asked, looking back at Minho with curious eyes.

“I figured there would be more drama,” he said, shrugging and pulling out his phone, clearly bored with the entire endeavor.

Of course Jisung had told Minho everything before dragging him to the studio to eavesdrop on the two boys' private conversation. A part of him felt bad, but he was happy that they had made up nonetheless, and were now cuddling on the couch.

“Why would you want more drama?” Jisung asked, coming closer to Minho with curious eyes.

“We had so much drama when we got together… it just seems more fun that way,” Minho said, smiling at Jisung brightly.

Jisung frowned sourly, “Chris is nicer than you are.”

“Is he?” Minho asked, stepping closer, sliding his phone in his pocket and letting his hands drop on Jisungs shoulder. Despite only being three centimeters taller, Jisung still had to look up slightly to meet his gaze.

“Yeah he is actually, you never give me random kisses.” He grumbled, a slight pout coming to his cute face.

Minho leaned forward suddenly and pressed a kiss to Jisung’s cheek before pulling away, smiling devilishly, “Like that?” He asked.

Jisung smiled slightly and his hand came up to touch his cheek, a small laugh leaving his mouth. Minho lifted his hand and ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, looking proud.

“Uh-uh…” Jisung felt the blood rushing to his face, his ears growing hot.He cursed under his breath and his hands rose to his hot cheeks in an attempt to hide them.He stepped forward, dropping his head against Minho’s shoulder, clearly flustered.

“Awwww,” Minho cooed, running his hands through Jisungs hair, “You’re so cute!!” He exclaimed, making Jisung grow even redder. “Let me see,” he whined, pulling away from Jisung who shook his head, trying desperately to keep his bright red face hidden from Minho’s gaze.

Finally Minho overpowered him, holding him at arms length and looking affectionately at his flushed face and bright red ears.

“Ughhhh,” Jisung whined as Minho let out a little laugh before pulling him back against his chest, smiling as Jisung hugged him tightly, hot face pressed against the skin of Minho’s neck.

“I should do that more often,” Minho muttered softly, running his hand up and down Jisungs back.

“Noooo~” Jisung whined, lightly smacking his partners back.

“I can’t help it, you're just too cute,” Minho sighed, shaking his head.

Jisung was about to reply when the two heard movement from Chris’s studio and Chris’s voice, “You’re falling asleep, let’s get you to bed,”

The two froze outside the door before releasing each other. Minho grabbed Jisung’s hand, “We better go,” He said quietly, before taking off down the hall with Jisung in tow.

As Felix and Chris stepped out of the studio, they were met with an empty hallway. Chris held Felix’s hand as they walked, completely oblivious of their two band mates, just down the hall, gasping for air as they silently laughed.

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lag1995-fics · 3 years

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Hello!! I love how you write your stories! Is it okay if I request a story about Peter figuring out he can move/control metal while hanging out with the other x-men? And he accidentally makes them all start floating (because he's controlling the metal in their clothing) and everyone is trying to get him to calm down? Maybe even throw in some dadneto?

Hey Love ❤️ really sorry about the wait work has been a real bitch lately. I promise I haven’t forgotten any of you.

Magnetic

Pairing: mostly just dadneto but it does have a pinch of cherik because it’s canon in my mind

Words:1220

Warnings: my language but that’s about it

Summary: Peter becomes a human magnet 🧲

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Peter didn’t get upset often, he was the type to bottle his emotions until they exploded from the internal pressure. He had been shoving down his feelings about Erik for over ten years now and unknowingly shoving down his secondary mutation from manifesting along with said emotions. But like with all things emotions can’t be stamped out they will come out sometime if you don’t deal with them and it’s usually at the worst moment possible.

Peter’s moment came in a petty argument with Scott. Something a twenty six year old shouldn’t be doing especially with someone nearly ten years younger than them. It wasn’t even a good argument; it was over something as asinine as whether Peters silver pants were lame or not.

Peter and the kids had been chilling in one of the common areas. The kids pretty much flocked to Peter like a cool older brother. It had made him uncomfortable at first, he didn’t want to be that guy who hung out with teenagers. Adults that hung out with kids were weird, he was much more comfortable hanging out with Raven. He just wished she would drop the whole you should talk to your dad thing.

“Nice pants” Scott had scoffed at the speedster who only raised his eyebrow at the kid.

“Thank you, I spray painted them myself,” Peter informed him, his eyes twinkling. This only seemed to piss off Scott even more, he wanted to argue and it seemed like Peter wasn’t having it.

“Oh we can all see that” Scott scoffed and Peter felt a small thread of irritation run through him. Scott was notoriously a shit stirrer and liked to get under people’s skin.

“Nobody likes a bully, Scott,” Jean said without looking up from the copy of Hamlet she was reading. Scott looked properly chastised after being called out by his girlfriend. Peter knew that wouldn’t keep his mouth shut long.

“Yell nobody likes looking at a metallic eyesore” Scott laughed and Peter could feel his irritation building up. Jean huffed and got up just in time to drag scot away. It was too late though the emotions had already started to bubble up and instead of word vomit all the loose metal in the room started to levitate.

Once the objects were floating they started shooting towards Peter causing him to make a very “manly” squeal of surprise. Jean and Scott who had been in the doorway about to exit stopped to stare.

“What the hell” he yelled, unable to unstick any of the metal that had become attached to his person. Peter could feel the panic and anxiety start to build up which only threw his new found powers even more out of control. He tried shaking at superspeed to get the metal to fall off.

“I’m gonna go get the professor” Kurt declared with wide eyes when he saw that Peter was not in control. Kurt was gone with a bamf up to the professor’s study. Unfortunately for Peter or some might say it was fortunate, his father Erik happened to be up there playing chess with the professor.

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*BAMF*

Erik blinked in surprise when the blue child teleported directly into Charles’ study. His surprise quickly turned to irritation, he was reminded again that this was a school and there would be no peace. His irritation then turned to slight guilt when he saw Charles’ worried face.

“What is wrong my boy?” Charles asked the nervous blue child. He couldn’t be more than 15, still all gangly limbs and awkward stares.

“It’s Peter, everything is sticking to him!” The frazzled teenager yelped. Erik felt an inexplicable rush of concern for the silver haired mutant. He had grown to like the boy in the brief time that he had known him.

“Kurt would you be kind enough to take us to Peter” Charles’ voice sounded right like he knew something and wasn’t sharing the information. Kurt nodded, taking each of the men’s arms. With a bamf the three were in one of the common rooms.

Erik for all that he had seen in his life could honestly say he had never been more stunned. There standing by the sofa was Peter covered in metal odds and ends looking completely miserable with a teaspoon stuck to his cheek. Erik stared mouth agape at the sight before him.

“It seems Peter has manifested a secondary mutation” Charles' voice brought Erik out of his stunned stupor. Peter, who had only just noticed the two new arrivals turned lobster red with embarrassment and began frantically shaking his limbs trying to dislodge the metal from his person.

“Peter, you need to calm down, only that will free the metal, Charles' voice cut through the chaos. Peter froze resembling a child with their hand caught in the cookie tin.

“Students please clear the room please,” he continued and the students dutifully filed out of the room leaving just Peter, Charles and Erik. Erik took the time that Peter was standing still to study the boy with his new knowledge. He hadn’t noticed before, his shock of silver hair and loud clothing drew one's eye away from his facial features. Peter had a very familiar face, he had Magda’s smile. He also had Erik’s nose and his Mama’s eyes. Erik was floored how he could have missed something so glaringly obvious.

Peter was his child, his adult child. He had missed out on his child’s entire life. He refused to miss a minute more he would be there for Peter no matter what, the Brotherhood be damned. Nothing came before his family, not even mutant kind.

Peter was following Charles' instructions , breathing in deep and holding them before letting them out. Slowly the bits of metal began to drop from Peter’s body.

“That’s it Peter, find your happiest memory” Erik suggested, coming to lay a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Peter’s breathing stuttered at the physical contact but quickly evened out again. It took Erik and Charles another fifteen minutes but soon Peter was completely calm and a pile of metal lay at his feet.

“Peter, can we talk?” Erik asked, Peter’s eyes went wide but he nodded. Charles excused himself without a word and Erik made a mental note to confront his lover about keeping things from him.

“So...what did you want to talk about?” Peter asked laughing nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You said something to me ten years ago, with the chaos I didn’t have time to give it thought,” Erik started and Peter made an audible gulping noise in the back of his throat.

“Huh? Did I, about karate I think?” Peter deflected, uncomfortable with the building tension.

“No Peter, I think you know what I’m referring to. You mentioned something about your mother knowing someone who could bend metal.” Erik stated pointedly but not unkindly.

“Uh yeah” he rubbed even more furiously at the back of his neck.

“Yes and now you are experiencing a secondary metallokinesis mutation. Tell me Peter, was your mother’s name Magda?” He asked and Peter could feel all the emotional walls he had built crumble.

“Yes” Peter answered looking anywhere but at his father. That’s why he didn’t see it coming when he was suddenly wrapped in Erik’s long armed embrace.

As always thank you for reading. Feel free to drop an ask.

#evan peters #peter maximoff #ralph bohner #quicksilver #xmen #dadneto #ahs fanfiction #fanfiction #wanda and pietro #dadneto fanfic #erik lehnsherr is a good dad #erik lehnsherr fanfiction #fluffy

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kiegosbby · 3 years

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Tamaki or Mirio angst please? 🥺 Like he simply snaps at us and when he tries to apologize is too late

so I decided to do both, and then a poly fic! I felt bad bc of taking so long so here you go! Enjoy!!

@devildom-express

@yoongisausuna (gave me ideas for the story)

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Tamaki fic:

you and tamaki were on a mission together, and you were sticking together like you normally do. you took the lead, you always did, so he wouldn’t get hurt.

you were sent to infiltrate a small base that the lov had, it should be easy in and out, there should be 3 people inside, take them out and it’ll be over.

you both approached the building slowly and scoped out the inside through a window, seeing a back door that was not guarded and you both snuck over to it

“ok tamaki wait until I give you the signal and I’ll distract them”

you turned your head to get his approval, but instead you saw him busting the door down, trying to take all the villains himself.

luckily you were there to back him up, and you took them down with ease.

when the villains were taken by the police you went to find tamaki and give him a piece of your mind.

“Tamaki! What were you doing you could have been killed?” you were scared for him, you were also pissed because he was doing this so recklessly, did he not care for you at all?

“I was doing my job y/n j-just like you. I don’t need you to take the lead all the time.”

was he really upset over this? you were only trying to help him why is he making a big fuss. you didn’t want him to get hurt, to be home one day and for him to never come back to you, you were only trying to protect him

“but we’re in this together, me and you are supposed to look out for each other and-“

“well maybe we shouldn’t be together if your going to hold me back like such a burden!” tamaki was loud, but he held his head low

your heart shattered at those words, all you were doing was trying to protect him, why couldn’t he see that?

you stood there baffled staring at him with wide eyes, tears bubbling and silently falling as your heart broke.

he finally looked up at you and immediately regretted what he said, he just wanted you to know that he could take care of himself.

he had messed up.

you turned away from him and started walking, and he called after you, grabbing your arm only to gave you harshly pull away.

you started running, you had to be anywhere else but where he was. you needed to get away from him he was closely following you, trying to get you to just stop and talk to him

you lost him eventually, it was a busy day and you ran all the way to the middle of the city. you let your mind wander while you kept walking. we’re you trying to hard in your relationship?

you finally stopped walking and ended up in front of your shared apartment. Why had your legs taken you here? you didnt even know if you and him were together anymore, so how were you going to walk in like nothing happened?

you walked up to the door, should you knock, should you just walk in? you walked in and saw tamaki sitting at the table, he was obviously crying, he was shaking and his eyes were red from crying. your heart broke even more from the sight.

When you walked in the apartment he looked directly at you, and stood up he opened his mouth to talk but all that came out was a sob.

you put your head down to avoid the sight and walked to your shared bedroom, you had to leave, you couldn’t stay after what he said.

as you walked he started following you trying to see what you were doing. what he said was a mistake, you knew that right? He didn’t mean it, he loved you and how you tried to protect him. It showed that you cared

you grabbed a bag from under your shared bed, and walked over to your closet shoving all the clothes that you saw into your bag.

if he thought you were such a burden then you’d leave. hell be free from you and able to do what he wants.

he stood in the doorway and his heart started to race when you grabbed your bag, his stomach dropping.

“Y-y/n what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

your voice sounded so cold, how could you say that? how could you leave? he really didn’t mean what he said.

“n-no you c-cant leave! please I-I didn’t mean it! you can’t leave me alone..” his voice trailed off as he started to cry again, he knew he messed up bad now. you gave him all his confidence, and you loved him at the same time. without you he would be nothing.

you ignored him as you finished packing your bag, and you pushed past him, pushing your feelings down you walked over to the door, stopping for just a second.

he had followed you the whole way there, and stood behind you as you stopped

You turned your head over your shoulder slightly, tears running down your face

“your free tamaki”

and with that you left,.

left him to be alone. to shatter into the ground and become the person he used to be.

Mirio:

you and mirio had been together for a little now, you were 3rd years and you both had hero work to do, so you didn’t get that many times to be alone, but you could tell that something was bothering him.

mirio was usually happy and bright, always smiling. lately you had noticed him spacing off and getting distracted. so you both had a free night tonight, you were going to go to his dorm and spend it with him.

after school you headed to your dorm and got ready, packing a overnight bag and started to make your way to his dorm.

when you got there you knocked softly said a “mirio it’s me” and he let you in, you sat on the bed and waited for him to come in.

he walked in and you noticed his aura was immediately off, and his smile wasn’t like it always was.

“mirio are you ok? You know you can talk to me right?”

“I’m ok y/n no need to worry”

that set you off. there was something obviously wrong, and he was just ignoring that fact?

“mirio something’s obviously wrong please tell me”

you sat in silence for a moment, before he started talking

“I’m always there for everyone. anything anyone needs anything from me I’m there. I’m there talking to them about there problems. and I’m good at it! you know? but what about me?” mirios voice started getting louder, you scooted away from him a little, ready for the worst.

“what about me huh? am I not important? no one ever fucking considered me. Not even you. and now your asking me, after I’ve been messed up all week if I’m ok?” he scoffed and turned his head away from you “Get out”

you turned your head towards him and widened your eyes in disbelief, how could he do that to you? you were worried the whole time. Could he not see that?

“no.”

“no? Y/n I said get the hell out of my room before I make you” he was fully yelling now, standing on the side of his bed looking at you

you felt small under his stance, tears starting to fall from your eyes and you got up, grabbing your bag and walking towards the door

“I was trying to help you.” your voice was filled with venom and you walked out the door and slammed it behind you, you heard the door open and close but you could care less, you were walking anywhere away from this.

you could feel his presence behind you, feel him watching you.

you turned around and came face to face with him, and you looked up at him with anger written on your face

“what do you want togata.”

he looked taken back by the name but he hung his head low, not giving a answer.

you let out a scoff and kept walking, walking into a empty alley, losing him for a few minutes.

you walked down the alley, now hearing footsteps behind you, you walked forward before a van pulling up stopped you, and before you knew it you were being pulled into a van, screaming for help trying to fight them away.

mirio was still following you when he saw the van pull up, his heart started to race and he ran towards you, but he couldn’t stop you from being pulled into the van and driving away.

it happened in a second, before he could even blink.

someone had taken you, and it was his fault.

poly fic:

you were supposed to be going on a date with your boyfriends tonight, but you were going to be a little late after them. you were working late and told them you’d meet them there.

you got ready quickly and walked to meet them at the restaurant they planned for you to.

some people might think it’s a little weird to be dating more then one person, but for you it worked. one was outgoing and one was the complete opposite, it worked perfectly.

sometimes you did have doubts, I mean where did you take place,? they complimented each other well but how did you take part in that?

you pushed those thoughts down and walked up to the place, looking around for them

when you spotted them you saw them both laughing and smiling, and it hurt. it looked like they’d be fine without you. you put your facade back up and walked over to them, sitting down.

it had went well, but you also noticed that when you arrived, they both didn’t laugh like they had when you saw them. you tried, but nothing seemed to work.

you had a feeling in your gut, and through the night it spread to your whole body, hurting and wrenching in pain, it took a toll on your heart.

When you all had finished, they were a little drunk so you called a cab and you all went home.

When you got home you helped them in bed and sat on the couch, thinking over what happened through the night.

had you been that much of a burden to them? you never noticed it before now. they would be much better without you, they looked so much happier just the two of them.

you started pacing around, going through options in your head

if you stayed it would take a toll on there relationship, you did nothing but hold them back.

but if you left, it would only hurt you.

so you decided, you would leave.

you went into your shared bedroom and quietly grabbed a bag packing your clothes, now that you thought of it you had to keep your clothes in a container under the bed while they had there’s stored in the dresser and closet.

should have seen it coming right?

you finished packing and we’re about to walk out when you heard moving on the bed and you stilled, your hand about to grab the doorknob stopped

“y/n? Where are you going?”

shit, it was mirio.

“nowhere mirio, go back to sleep.”

“why do you have a bag?”

you closed your eyes and eternally cursed at yourself. your body tensed when you heard more noises, great you had woken up tamaki.

“w-what’s going on?”

his voice broke your heart, and all the emotions started coming back up, your heart ached more then it ever had.

you turned your head and met both there eyes, and there’s widened at the sight of your face, it was streaked with tears, your eyes were red and your cheeks and dark shade of pink.

mirio quickly got up and walked over to you, while tamaki started crying along with you, knowing what was happening

“y/n you can’t leave us” mirios voice was sad, he was frowning, and you heard tamakis sobs in the background, breaking your heart even further.

“it wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to be sleeping.” you hung your head low, not meeting his eye contact.

he reached out for you and you quickly pulled away, he wasn’t going to pull you back in.

“I’m leaving. you are both better off without me. please don’t try to stop me I-I want you both to be happy” crying overtook your body now, you pulled your arms around yourself, trying to find some comfort.

“y/n what are you talk-“ Mirio was quickly interrupted by tamakis cry’s, and he went over to soothe him.

that easy for him to back down huh? seems like you were right.

tamaki cried loudly, shouting at you to stay, saying he needed you just as much as mirio.

you turned opening the door walking away from the crying, you couldn’t take it, you needed to leave now before they could suck you back in

you were about to leave when someone grabbed your arm, turning to see tamakis tear struck face, he stood in the hallway, his quirk holding you in place

mirio came up behind him, eyes wide, tears falling silently

you turned your head away, you couldn’t bare the sight of them like that.

“p-please y/n d-don’t leave!” tamaki said and cried loudly, trying to pull you back with his quirk, but you pulled away harshly, slamming the door behind you

as you walked away, back at the apartment tamaki collapsed on the floor.

where did they go wrong? when had they lost you? you were the love of there life. and to think they were going to propose to you, maybe it’s because of dinner, they were nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be nervous when you were going to ask someone to spend the rest of there life with them?

now, they were alone. without you.

#bnha fanfiction #bnha angst #bnha imagines #tamaki x y/n #mirio x reader #mirio angst #tamaki angst #tamaki x reader #mirio x amajiki #mirio headcanons #tamaki headcanons

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canyouhearthelight · 3 years

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The Miys, Ch. 137

Trying to figure out Author’s notes is hard.... Sometimes I just don’t have anything pithy to say, or have too much to say and don’t know where to put it all.

Obviously I am an overthinker.

So, for the sake of everyone reading: Let’s cut to the Shoutouts!

The obvious first: @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, @anotherusrname, and @charlylimph-blog! I love all of you, you are the best.

Special mentions to: @zommbiebro bc I miss you and hope you’re okay. @nekohuntslight for being the OG person to message me about liking the story (yes, Bael, this is the dirty secret behind why I thought you lived in Australia when we first started talking.... shhhhhh). And alllllll the binge readers who blow up my inbox every day, Iloveyousomuchyoudon’tunderstand. Very much adore all of you, you have no idea how serious I am being right now. I need to go through and make one post just screaming all your names to the universe.

Tyche brought drinks and snacks from my kitchen before flopping on the couch in my quarters. The guys were at work, along with Antoine, but my office was closed down for the day. “How are you feeling about tomorrow?” she asked.

“Vati and Hannah have everything planned to the smallest detail,” I shrugged. “They’ve already coordinated with Xio and Evan for all the crowd control and monitoring shifts, and the murals are going up today.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m well aware of the logistics stuff. I literally handle all the staffing for the humans on the Ark, and Antoine was also part of the crowd control conversations.”

“Then why did you ask?” I laughed, grabbing a cracker and carefully stacking cheese and other toppings on it.

Before I could get it to my mouth, she snatched it and held it out of my reach. “Because I’m asking how you feel. You’re only attending as… well, an attendee. No monitoring, no calling the shots, no working from the floor.”

She surrendered my cracker, but I found myself setting it down, appetite gone. “I’m okay - “

“Lie.” There was suddenly a finger levelled between my eyes like a gun. Just as quickly, it was lowered, and my sister was tilting her head at me. “Come on. You know you can’t lie to me - I’ve known you longer than literally anyone on this ship except yourself.”

“Fine! It’s weird!” I admitted in frustration, standing to pace and shoving my hands through my hair. “My skin is crawling with anxiety, my hands are twitching to snatch up the files and nitpick everything to the smallest detail….”

“Except they locked you out.”

“Except they locked me out, yeah. But I’m pretty sure I could get Derek to let me in, which is why I’ve made a point to tell him not to, no matter how much I ask.” Dropping my hands, I sighed. “But if I ever want to leave this position, I have to let them do this.”

She shrugged and stole my cracker, this time chewing and swallowing before she responded. “You could have kept some involvement in it, you know.”

“Pfft, yeah right. I would have taken it over, and you know that.”

“Yep.”

“Then why even ask.” I dropped back down on the couch.

“‘Cause you needed to hear yourself say it,” she explained, nonchalant as ever, snagging an olive and watching me calmly.

I sat in silence, processing it. I hated when she outsmarted me like that, especially when she was right. “Can I at least eat first?”

She laughed and let it go, telling me how well the murals for the Festival were coming. I hadn’t even gotten to - allowed myself - to see the designs, and the more Tyche talked about them, the more I wanted to see them. By the time I finished my share of our snack, I decided to check out the progress.

We finally made our way to the decks where the Festival would take place, and I thought Tyche was going to die laughing at the way I gaped. The alcoves where the vendors would stage looked the same on first glance, but a closer look revealed very subtle shapes added that would give them a more savage, wild look in the right lighting. Metal sconces had been added to hold what looked like torches, but with special light emitters to simulate open flame. As we walked further, swirls of color revealed themselves slowly, first in light, curling tendrils, but slowly sharpening and taking on a more angular shape, twisting together into phantasmal images that vanished as soon as you tried to focus on them.

“It’s like walking through a garden, or a rainforest, but when I turn my head, I’m in a city.”

“Right?” she laughed as we came around the final corner.

At this point, we were surrounded by this mural. Just up ahead, there was a messy head of black hair tied back with a green piece of cloth. Bare feet and arms show smears of paint, and overalls covered a tank top - that, or the cloth for the hair had formerly been sleeves, I couldn’t tell. One hand propped up on hips while the other hung down, holding a very familiar paint pen.

“Christ on a triscuit, Vati, this is incredible,” I gasped softly.

She turned and smirked at me over her shoulder. “Not yet, but it will be when I finish.”

“I mean, all of it. The sconces…”

“Those were Hannah and Ivan.” Parvati walked over and touched one with her finger tip, stroking it gently.

Tyche made an impressed noise. “I’m only a little shocked that he had enough time.”

“The materials are on loan from the engineering departments, and we wanted them to be rather rough in the finishing. It helped. Sophia, no matter how curious you are, please do not lick the walls.”

A giggle bubbled up through my chest. “The thought never crossed my mind. I was trying to put together all the flavor profiles here. It’s… a lot.”

“Forgive me if I focused more on color than how the walls would taste. I don’t generally cook, remember.”

I stared down a swirl of pomegranate, popcorn, and gochujang. The colors - blue, pink, and yellow, respectively - worked well together, but the thought of the flavors made my stomach churn. “I solemnly swear not to lick the walls,” I promised. “How much of this are you expecting to still be up by the third night?”

“We have a team that will specifically come touch up the mural in specific places the morning before the second day.”

Tyche turned toward me and away from her study of the art. “Also, you would be surprised how much paint is on the walls. It will take a lot for Else to eat it all, once they are allowed in the area.”

“Before you ask,” Parvati cut me off. “We just asked them nicely. Well, Sam and Derek did. They’ve become quite the ersatz diplomats to Else.”

“Anything left?”

“Hannah is putting the final touches on the curtains for the alcoves and the seating areas. She’ll have a team installing them tonight once I finish.”

It was clever, and explained why she was only touching up part of the mural halfway between now and the closing of the event. “You two have really put your stamp on it.”

“Feel better?” She held one hand up gesturing at the entire entire project, eyebrow arched to show me that she hadn’t been fooled for a moment.

I rubbed my neck, and glanced at her from underneath my eyelashes. “Busted, I guess.”

“That would imply that anyone had believed your charade,” she smirked.

Taking a deep breath, I looked around us again. “I honestly do. I could never have done all this. Holding on would have…”

“Kept you in a position you frankly hate,” Parvati interrupted gracefully. “It’s the same reason Sebastian went back to the Undine. He’s passionate about it, and it shows in the quality of his work.” When I gaped in insult, she held up a hand. “Not everyone can succeed through fear of failing and a determination that things be done right if they must be done at all.”

“Everyone talking about me needing to retire, like I’m old or something,” I joked, throwing my hands into the air. “Physically, I’m only thirty-five.”

Tyche nodded to concede my point. “What about the food? I haven’t seen a menu come out yet.”

The change in topic made Parvati’s face collapse. “What? It should have gone out yesterday…” She flicked open her datapad, which flickered from the overspray that covered it. Frantically scrolling, she groaned. “This was scheduled, why didn’t it send?”

“Did you check the date?” I asked calmly. “Specifically the year.”

“Three times, it’s scheduled for tomorrow,” she insisted. “Right here: May seventeenth, twenty-forty aw fuck….”

“At least you got the decade right,” I pointed out. “You wouldn’t believe how many scheduled emails I’ve tried to automatically send out for ten or fifteen years ago.”

She nodded and seemed to get her bearings back. “So, protocol for this is… just send it right now and apologize for the late notification, don’t try to make excuses or explain?”

“Exactly. They won’t care why, they’ll just be excited the list is out.”

With a couple quick gestures, she sent the email and dismissed her datapad. “Okay, that was the last thing, then.” Turning back toward the wall she was working on before, she waved to us over her shoulder. “I’m not trying to be rude, but I really do need to finish this up. Thank you for coming to see everything… it was oddly reassuring to have both of you give us your stamp of approval before the Festival instead of making us wait until after.”

“For the record, you two have always had my stamp of approval, or I wouldn’t have tried so hard to keep my nose out of it.” I knew she couldn’t see me, but I still smiled. “We’ll catch up with you after the Food Festival. Remember: both of you need to plan on taking the day off afterwards. I’m serious. Have your unofficial advisors drop in and chat about everything, that’s fine. But no actual work, and I won’t let either of you see the survey results until the second day after. So rest.”

“Got it, boss lady. Have a good night!”

Tyche and I turned and headed back to my quarters. We remained silent as we took in all the preparations that had been done, waving to the handful of vendors who were bringing their supplies in already. Once we were back in normal corridors, the silence broke almost immediately.

“I think they’ve got this,” Tyche suggested nonchalantly.

“Oh, I know they do.”

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maries-gallery · 3 years

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Match up for @leonardhoee

Match ups are closed

@leonardhoee

Wow, so first you literally seem so cool ?? And I actually relate to a lot of things you said (crazy how you doing match ups makes you discover new things about yourself too...) Anyways !

I match you with Leonardo !

SFW :

- Okay, the two of you would click together so well. He knows how to read people and wouldn't be taken off by your intimidating aura at all. He actually sees it for what it is, a first impression. This would make him curious about you though and he'd certainly approach you right the day after your arrival. And he is really pleased with what he discovers ! You are actually very easy going and agreeable to talk to ! He is actually very amused by your cocky exterior (especially if you are to interact with Theo) but once again Leonardo is smart and mature enough to know that arrogance is only another name for insecurity. Overall he just really likes your company and the more time you spend together, the more he learns about you, the more he finds himself carried away by your energy. He is a bit taken aback by your punches though, not that it irritates him or anything but he just isn’t used to it, he’d laugh though. You are so small and he is so tall and it is laughable how he becomes a big teddy bear in your presence.

- At first the two of you would probably be very good friends and nothing more. The both of you are just very passionate and both knowledge seekers and huge curious bugs. He loves to talk with you and spend hours rambling about anything he learned or hearing you talk about any theories you may have; all with the flicker of passion in your eyes. Luckily for you, he is also well informed on most things and very eager to answer any of your questions. This dynamic thus leads the two of you to share very long conversations in the library, often stretching out throughout the night and until dawn (Sebastian would often find the two of you napping in the library during the day as a result). You just have so much fun together and you marvel at how easy it is to be yourself around him, he just makes you comfortable beyond belief. He never judges you about your rambles, or your weird research and theory or anything truly. And gosh is this a breath of fresh air ! On the other hand he loves to have someone he can talk and have fun with, someone at his side who matches his energy to a T.

- But as your relationship evolves and as time passes he gets to see new sides of you which only spurs his blossoming feelings on. You start to open up and so does he. Leonardo is in love. He loves how supportive and caring you are when it comes to your friends and to him, he is often the one taking care of others and it is honestly cute and heartwarming how you, a human, take it upon yourself to care for him, a pure blood. Then there is your smile... How he loves it, honestly he’d take any chance he got to put a smile on those lips. It’s just so bright and light, so expressive and yet so natural for you. He also finds your temper quite cute, of course he takes your irritation seriously, don’t get him wrong, but he just loves to know that you are able to stand up for yourself ! And honestly, your banters with Theo are just hilarious. Then he always thought you were beautiful but when you tell him about your modelling experience he is just whipped and so very admirative ! He doesn’t know what modelling is but he understands it as you being a muse of art of some sort (which is kinda the case), so you might have to explain to him what it is. But regardless, this doesn’t change how he feels, you are amazing. But then again modelling isn’t the only thing you do, no you are kind of a whirlwind when it comes to your hobbies and that is amazing ! From martial arts (which reassures him in a sense, you have some ways of defending yourself and he couldn’t be more glad) to drawing, reading and singing... He’d ask you about all of your hobbies and experiences. He just wants to know everything.

- Once you get in a relationship nothing really changes between the two of you, you are still the best of partners and friends, you still laugh together and ramble on and on about whichever topics you find interesting. What does make a difference is how you are both more affectionate towards one another though. Leonardo loves to cuddle with you and nap around with you in his arms, it is just the best way for him to unwind. He is also very flirty and loves to fluster you as he knows your flirting abilities aren’t the best (he finds the blush on your cheeks so adorable, he could flirt with you all day).

- Dates ? Probably shopping trips around town or explorations of new places. He also loves it when the two of you just sit down in the library and talk for hours or read silently. He also loves when you sing to him and would accompany you with a violin or the piano. Then he’d probably ask for you to model for him as he sketches you in one of his many notebooks. But honestly, the two of you could do anything together and he’d be all for it.

- But then the two of you are also more open and more vulnerable around one another, you tell him about your past, about your social anxiety (which he had picked on) and your tendency to overthink. Now, Leonardo makes sure that you know that you can talk to him, he wants you to come to him if you one day doubt his love for you. But honestly with the way he looks at you, completely love drunk and how many words of affection he throws your way there won’t be a lot of days you’ll find yourself doubting. And if it is about something else you are overthinking, he is ready to listen and sort things out with you, to help you through it and care for you. He also wants you to know that these sides of you and your emotions are not a burden. He noticed how you tend to hide your emotions or swallow them and bury them, but he’ll have none of that. You have the right to be emotional and to lean on someone every once in a while, this does not make you weak but human. Honestly he’ll never see you as any less of a strong woman because of some tears trailing down your cheeks. So yeah, expect him to be your very own emotional coach. When it comes to your social anxiety he is also very protective of you in public, and ready to whisk you away from crowds or events if at some point it is too much for you.

- Really your relationship is just wholesome. You’re both very supportive of each other and fiercely protective of one another, Leonardo is always there to reassure you and communication is very fluid between the two of you. You made it a point to be honest to one another and speak up in case of an issue between the two of you and problems are dealt with efficiently and maturely... It is just very safe and very comfortable for the both of you, and you won’t have it any other way. You balance each other perfectly too, him being very laid back and relaxed and you being more anxious and on point. You help each other out and bring out the best in one another.

Song :

Ophelia, The Lumineers

Scenario :

The shuffling of fabric came from the dressing room, golden eyes flickering under the lights of the shop as a certain brown haired man observed the dresses around him, foot tapping at a steady rhythm in the wooden floor. He leaned back in the plush armchair, a smile curving his lips as the curtains finally drew back to reveal your form.

The two of you had been strolling down the streets, enjoying the warm sun on your skin and the cool wind caressing your cheeks when you spotted a shop down the main street. Leonardo could still remember the excitement bubbling in your eyes and the huge smile adorning your lips as you took his hand and walked to the small boutique. The two of you had spent a few minutes outside, looking at the vitrine and the shop itself. From what you could see they had a very wide range of dresses and outfits, all coming in different styles and different shapes and colours. A real candy store for the eye.

“Can we stop there ?” You had queried, eyes looking back at him, bright as the sun above you. And of course you could, he couldn’t refuse you anything, not when you looked at him like this, not ever. Plus, he really loved shopping with you and seeing you try on new outfits.

Fashion had never been his priority, comfortable and effortless looks suit him to a T after all. But when you had told him about your job back in the 21th century and your love for fashion he slowly started to look into it and found himself liking it ! Of course he didn’t have your knowledge on the matter but he enjoyed every time the two of you would enter a shop, trying on things and making your very own runways in the middle of racks and dressing rooms. This was just like you.

You walked out of the dressing room, sporting a long black dress, elaborate and breathtaking. But whether it was the dress in itself or simply your own charm, Leonardo could not tell. You looked good in everything.

You approached him, eyes holding his as you walked confidently.

“So, what do you think ?” You questioned, a side grin curving your lips. To be honest you really liked this dress.

“What can I say, Cara Mia ? It looks gorgeous on you.” He said, standing up from the armchair and walking up to one of the racks before retrieving one of the outfits hung there.

“Though you also looked ravishing in this suit.” He grinned holding up a black suit you had tried on beforehand.

And he was right, it suited you very well too and was very comfortable as well. But women in suits didn’t exactly crowd the streets in 19th century Paris...

“I agree.” You replied, a hand to your chin as you observed the fabric, it felt nice to the touch, silky and light. “Though this would earn me some glares.” You said with a chuckle.

And that’s when you saw it, his trademark smirk and the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Cara Mia would certainly shock the whole of Paris with that.” He admitted, “Though eyes are on you wherever you go already.”

He slowly approached you, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him gently, eyes holding yours captive and your breath hitching in your throat. You could see the admiration he held for you behind those golden irises, the adoration and love flowing through his veins, all for you.

His lips pressed down on your forehead in a light and reverent kiss, the touch like velvet gliding over your skin. He pulled away and offered you a loving smile, your heart swelling in your chest.

“Shall we buy both ?”

NSFW :

- Leonardo is definitely dominant in bed, though he wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take the reins one day (he’d actually find it quite sexy and exciting), but yes generally speaking he is on top. He just loves having control over your body and your pleasure, loves hearing you whimper and see you writhe on the sheets as he brings his fingers here or there, his touch lighting your skin ablaze and setting off raw passion in your bloodstreams. But even so, Leonardo is playful and he loves teasing you so his favourite position has to be cowgirl. He gets to hold onto your hips, his favourite part of you, and to enjoy the view of you pleasuring yourself on him. But don’t be mistaken, he is the one in control here. He is the one to control the circles you draw with these ravishing hips of yours, the one to control your pace and movements, the one to thrust up into you, the moans you let out and the pleads for him to go faster like melody to his ears. A close second would be missionary though, he gets to see your flushed face, kiss and suck on your neck and jaw as you reach your peak.

- Pace wise sex with Leonardo is always passionate and intense, the man being both himself. And most of the time he starts out with slow languid thrusts and movements, to get you warmed up but also to tease you and have you begging for more. Then he is rough, filling you up perfectly and hitting all the right places, hands gripping your hips in a tight hold to keep you steady and in place as he pleases the both of you. Same when he goes down on you (gosh, is he good at it too), his tongue would flicker over your clit and lap at your entrance with so much fervour you actually lose your mind. He is just very skilled and sex with him never leaves you unsatisfied.

- When it comes to kinks, Leonardo is very adventurous and... kinky. So he is willing to try anything with you as long as you talk about it first and both agree on the idea. But his top favourites are overstimulation and bondage. Leonardo loves to take care of you and to pleasure you... But he also loves to ravish you and you bet one orgasm from you isn’t enough for him, he’d pull them out of you like music from a finely tuned violin, eyes drinking in the way your skin flush and your eyes scrunch close as another wave of pleasure crashes onto you, how you lose your mind over the number of times you’ve fallen over the edge. As for bondage, he loves to tie you up and simply tease you to no end, hearing your moans and pleads and seeing your body writhe under his gets him so very hard. Then he also has a non negligible daddy kink and loves to take care of his princess, or punish her, in function of how you behaved. Finally he is one for nice lingerie, a black or red set gets him on his knees for you, ready to pleasure you and give you all of him. You just look so beautiful the breath is knocked out of his lungs.

- Leonardo isn’t particularly one to moan (though the occasional times he does let some moans out of his filthy mouth these are the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard). But he grunts and sighs in your ears, his breath caressing your skin and sending blissful shivers down your spine. Though his favourite thing ever is to talk dirty in your ear, let you know all the things he’s going to do to you, how good you’re doing for him and how much he loves you. He is very confident in his ability to get you off with his words alone and rightfully so. However if you are to talk dirty to him he loses his mind, a flush immediately taking over his cheeks and eyes wide and brimming with unabashed desire. On another point, when he comes he tends to hold your hand and lace your fingers, head buried in your breasts or shoulder as he whispers how much he loves you against your skin.

That’s it ! I hope you enjoyed it and that it was worth the wait ! Take care of yourself :)

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Do you want to be something more, Ichimatsu-kun?

I AM SO SORRY THAT MAJORITY OF MY FICS ARE ICHIMATSU X READER!! BUT PERSONALLY I THINK IT’S A POWER MOVE BC I LOVE WRITING HIM ✨✨❤️

[10.3.2020]

You and Ichimatsu had been friends for a while, both meeting through Osomatsu and then everything else played out from there. It took a bit of time for you to become aquainted, even. The both of you were reserved and didn’t enjoy speaking out about their emotions, but you were more lively around people you were comfortable with.

Skipping to now, the both of you always hung out and easily stormed up vanilla conversations. And as the story goes, the both of you developed feelings. Along with Osomatsu, whom you’re also friends with, takes note in Ichimatsu’s slightly different behavior around you. He’d notice how he’d somehow always bring you up in a conversation and have a noticeable blush while he zoned out. Being the nosey older brother that he is, he asks Ichimatsu about it.

“Hey, Ichimatsu.” He turned to Ichimatsu, who was crouched in the corner of the living room. He grunted in response, acknowledging Osomatsu. “You’re good friends with Y/N, right?” Ichimatsu slightly tensed. “I wouldn’t say that.. They always hang around me.” There was a slight pause as Osomatsu stared at him with a blank face.

“Do you like Y/N?”

Ichimatsu fully tensed and jumped back in reflex. “Eh? What the hell are you talking about?” His voice seemed normal and calm, but his body said otherwise. “Ah~ Ichimachan’s first crush!” Ichimatsu grunted at the nickname. “And Y/N out of all people! I’m not suprised, though!” Osomatsu laughed.

More silence.

“You didn’t answer my question, though~” Osomatsu broke the silence with a sly grin. Jesus, just a few minutes ago he seemed sweet towards his brother and now he’s gonna try to nag his way for an answer. Ichimatsu groaned and avoided eye contact. “..Maybe I do.” He mumbled softly in a flustered voice. “AHA! I knew it!” Osomatsu pointed a finger at him and stood in pride. Shit. Ichimatsu had let his guard down just at the thought of Y/N, he kept cursing himself as an idiot.

He didn’t know if he should start threatening him to beat him up if he told anyone or just pray that he wouldn’t care enough to tell Y/N, but he choice option A. He immediately got up and pinned Osomatsu to the wall by the collar of his sweater. “Tell Y/N or anyone about this, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.” Osomatsu shuddered at his menacing aura, quickly nodding his head. Once Ichimatsu let go, Osomatsu stood on his knees and sighed. “Jeez, Ichimatsu. It’s not nice to threaten your niisan like that..” He rubbed his nose. “Besides, I wasn’t going to tell anyone anyways.” Ichimatsu glanced back at him, “..You weren’t?” Osomatsu smiled and nodded. “Besides, why would I do that when Ichimatsu can do it himself!” He boasted.

Ichimatsu laughed. No response. Wait, that wasn’t a joke? His laughter died down as realization dawned on him. Just thinking about telling Y/N what he truly thought of them and all of his fantasies and scenarios he’d always imagine in his head was giving him a heart attack. Telling them that he loved them with all his heart and wanting to hold them while planting kisses down their cheek. Shit. There’s no time for imaging hopeless scenarios like that, they were only friends and that’ll only be that way until they drift apart and forget about eachother completely. Well, at least that’s how Ichimatsu always imagined how their friendship would end.

“Ichimachan~! You there?” Osomatsu was waving his hand in front of Ichimatsu, deep in thought. “I- I have to go-“ Ichimatsu stuttered in embarrassment and stood up to leave. He just needed some time to himself to clear his mind. If only Y/N was with him to keep him company. Speaking of Y/N, he realized they were right there, sitting on a park bench looking down at their phone. He gulped as his fantasies about them began to bubble in his mind, pervy ones included. He awkwardly shifted towards the park bench until he grunted to get Y/N’s attention.

They looked up and smiled brightly at them as soon as they made eye contact. “Ichimatsu-kun!” Oh how much he loved to hear them say his name, but also one day praying to god that they’ll drop the honorific and only call him Ichimatsu. He pulled up the masked up to his nose before speaking. “Do you want to come to an alleyway with me? I wanted to see the cats today..” That may have been a half lie, he really did want to see the cats and he was only outside to clear his mind. They smiled and gave a sound of approval, getting up and walking alongside them.

Normally silence was normal between you two, but to Ichimatsu it was painfully awkward. He was still thinking about what his brother said and all of his made up scenarios floating around his head. The pair made it to the alleyway and crouched down on the concrete floor. “Did you not bring any food today, Ichimatsu-kun?” He let out a soft “No.” They hummed and didn’t ask any farther.

“You know what Osomatsu-kun said to me yesterday?” You chuckled recalling the memory. Ichimatsu nodded, wanting to know what he said. “He said that we’d make a good couple, ahaha.” You laughed and Ichimatsu let out an uncomfortable squeak. You looked at him concerningly. “You okay, Ichimatsu-kun?” He desperately avoided eye contact. “J-Just fine..!” He still squirmed in his voice. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I just thought it was a bit funny.” Ichimatsu relaxed a bit to your calm voice.

“Say, what do you think of me, Ichimatsu-kun?” You turned to look at him, making eye contact. He tilted his head in confusion. “What do you mean?” You slightly blushed, but said it easily enough. “Well, I mean..” you coughed.

“Do you like me more as a friend, Ichimatsu-kun?”

Holy shit, is he having a stroke and a heart attack? Is his kidney failing or something? He felt like his entire system was going to shut down, he was shaking at this point. You took note of it and immediately apologized. “O-Oh my god! I’m so sorry if it makes you that anxious! I-I’ll just take it as a no, forget I said anything.” You took one of his hands worried and he tensed up even more. You carefully rubbed the palm of his (sweaty) hand with your thumb. Surprisingly, it calmed him down, his heart was still beating fast and he felt like he was running a marathon.

“You know, if you liked me more than a friend, I wouldn’t be weirded out..” He looked up at you in awe, were you an angel? “..I’d be more happy if you said yes, to be honest..” You were beet red at this point, what the hell were you even saying?! Ichimatsu’s blush grew, he knew he was supposed to finally admit that he liked them but he was speechless. All he could muster was incoherent flustered rambles and “I”. “I-I-I mean.. Uh.. Er.”

“Ichimatsu-kun.” You looked at him dead in the eye. You looked so serious that it slightly scared him

“I need you to answer yes or no, I’m not taking incoherent mutters this time.” A deep part of Ichimatsu was extremely turned on by you being so assertive. “I like you, Ichimatsu-kun. There’s only one thing I need to know.” You took a deep breath

“Do you like me?”

Ichimatsu was about to have a heart attack, his entire brain is in total shutdown mode. Did you really jusy say that you liked him? Where was he? Was he dreaming? There was a long gap of silence. You held his hand tighter. “Please.. Answer...” Finally, Ichimatsu finally got the words out of his tightened throat.

“Y-Yes..” He wanted to dive into your arms from embarrassment, but decided to just never meet your eyes. You smiled and leaned closer to him. “Really?” Ichimatsu turned his head and protested. “O-Of course I do! You mean so much to me!” Ah, he just made a fool of himself again. At this point he didn’t even care and shakily lowered himself in the crook of your neck. “I-I’m really happy, you know that?” You softly pet his hair and rub his back in circles. You leaned into his ear and spoke “I’ve been wanting to call you my boyfriend for a while, Ichimatsu..”

This is the best day of Ichimatsu’s life. With all of the pent up emotions inside of him, he started to sob uncontrollably. You quietly shushed in his ear and gave small words of comfort. Ichimatsu had finally confessed his feelings and you felt the same, for trash like him compared to a goddess like you? Never in a million years, but I guess miracles do happen sometimes. In between the hics and sobs, Ichimatsu breathed out everything he’s been wanting to tell them.

“I-I’ve always.. W-Wanted you to—“ He sniffed” “Call me Ichimatsu without an honorific..” You blushed and planted a subtle kiss on his scalp. “A-And sometimes I stay awake thinking a-about you, k-kissing you and holding your hand—“ That was all about you could hear until he went back to sobbing uncontrollably.

“Happy Anniversary, Ichimatsu~!” You gave him a heartfelt hug and he smiled. “Remember how shy you were when you confessed to me?” You smirked. “It was so cute~” You cooed and cuddled up to him. “D-Don’t talk about that, it’s embarrassing to think about..” You snicked and pulled back to pull out an assortment of medium sized to mini boxes of gifts, a fix of hand made and purchased items. Ichimatsu was already used to feeling like shit whenever you showed off the gifts you got him, but he alsays got reassurance that you’d still love what he got you either way. You both landed onto the couch in a giggle mess, with Ichimatsu softly planting kisses all over your face and a tender one on your lips.

“I can’t believe I’m with someone like you..” He looked at you with love struck eyes, you smiled. “You’re just as important to me, too.” He cupped your face and gave you another kiss. “A-Am I seriously married to you?” He stuttered as he suddenly remembers that you two are now married. “Of course we are, dummy. I’m lucky to call you my husband.” Ichimatsu slides his hands down your hips as if you’re made out of glass. “I love you, Y/N. I would die for you.. I want you to know I cherish you so much and I’d never want to hurt you..” He starts to tear up and kiss his spouse again. The both of them giggled and spent the night continuously reciting their deep and utter love they felt towards each other.

“I’ll still never forget how cute you were when you confessed to me~”

Never mind that, that’s all in the future and unbeknownst to the current Ichimatsu, sobbing and crying tears of joy. Ichimatsu would have never thought you two would ever date, marriage was a sacrificial wish if he wanted that.

But, right now,

Matsuno Ichimatsu was happy.

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xoluvx · 4 years

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roommates; t.holland

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He didn’t speak much. He was, almost, mysterious. The way he’d enter the town house late at night only to leave early the next morning and not be seen until later that night. He wasn’t a serial killer, that much you knew. So in a sense, you didn’t feel panicked to live with him. He worked all day. Or so it seemed as he came in lugging his workbag and sometimes a camera hung from a strap around his neck.

It was the perfect arrangement, if you were honest. You’d been searching for a roommate for months since your best friend left town and he’d seemed like the only viable option. He hardly used the kitchen, had his own bathroom, you had a calendar for everything else related to the house that the two of you would share. If you hadn’t seen him sign the lease, you would’ve thought he was a ghost.

He was attractive. Yes, you might’ve taken a few looks at him the couple times he used the kitchen on the weekends. And that British accent, well it was almost music to your ears.

But it wasn’t like that. You had a boyfriend. Had a boyfriend. Who you’d just broken up with after seeing those text messages on his phone talking to another girl. Again. The first time wasn’t the last like he promised.

You were currently running into your small home with a tear streaked face. Your sobs finally left your body as you stepped into the comfort of your home, but your heart quickly pumped when you heard his voice and his body stirring on the sofa.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you’d be out tonight, the calendar-” he said motioning towards the magnetic calendar on the fridge. Right, the calendar. He started getting up from the couch with his cereal bowl in hand. He was finishing up what he was chewing.

“No, it’s fine. Stay. I’m going to my room,” you said excusing yourself, embarrassed that he was seeing you like this.

But this wasn’t the first time. This was the first time you knew about. But he’d heard you before. He’d heard you the first time your good-for-nothing boyfriend was caught texting other girls. And the time he’d forgotten your birthday and your anniversary and he could hear the sobs coming from your room as he made his way to his. But he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Are you okay?” he asked concerned placing the bowl on the coffee table straightening up. He glanced at you worryingly watching your puffy eyes and your glistening eyelashes that were stuck together. You nodded weakly not knowing what else to do or say.

“I’m going to go,” you whispered motioning towards your room. Your feet dragging on the floor until you reached your door quickly slipping in without making a noise. You removed your clothes throwing on an old t-shirt before burying yourself under your sheets.

Your chest felt tight. A prominent knot in your throat was making it impossible for you to try and get some sleep. Though sleep was also impossible when your mind was racing trying to wrap your head around what’d happened.

It’d been at least an hour, maybe less. Time seemed to drag when you were in this state of grief. There was light still peeking through the crack under your door which meant he was still up. Closing your eyes you tried drifting to sleep. But your phone pinged.

Your eyelids were stuck together by the tears that were slowly drying. You didn’t want to look at your phone. It was probably your ex trying to explain himself. Your eyes closed, but the phone went off once again.

Groaning you picked up the phone. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his name flash on your screen. You straightened your body leaning against your headboard. You’d forgotten you had his number or that he had your number.

I made ice-cream sundaes. Was the first text.

I’m willing to share. The second text.

You couldn’t help but smile and slightly giggle at the texts. Why was he being so nice to you? Then the embarrassment creeped back into your body. He was being nice because you’d made a fool out of yourself and he’d seen you.

But after careful consideration, you didn’t really care. Ice-cream was the only logical solution.

Your steps were soft as you entered the kitchen. His shoulders were slumped as if he wasn’t expecting you to join him.

“I didn’t think you’d join,” he admitted confirming your thoughts as he heard your footsteps approaching. You chuckled to yourself.

“Where’s mine?” you asked looking at the table trying to locate your treat. He pushed a bowl forward urging you to take a seat. You accepted the sundae and accepted that you probably looked a mess, but he’d already seen you at your worst.

“So you want to tell me why you were crying?” he asked putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He looked away briefly as to not make you nervous or discourage you from telling him why you’d stormed into the house bawling.

“Just stupid boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, stuff.” You replied correcting yourself looking into the bowl of ice cream that was already melting. He didn’t need to know you were a fool who’d fallen for someone who had taken you and that it’d taken you far too long to realize it.

“I’m sorry,” he wasn’t sure what to say; he just knew he didn’t want to make things worse. There was an awkward silence that filled the kitchen as the two of you ate your sundaes. It wasn’t that he was awkward or that the situation felt awkward, it was more a result of the two of you hardly knowing each other.

It was only then that’d you realized how beautifully flawed he was. His nose was slightly crooked and his eyebrows were rugged, but it all made him so attractive. Something inside you knew you wanted to know him better.

It wasn’t until a few months later that he made it clear he’d been craving that feeling too. Maybe it had started that night or maybe it’d always been there, but somehow you found yourself spending more time with him. Found yourself wanting to spend all your time with him.

Learning more about his job. Avoiding the calendar altogether because you didn’t mind running into him. Sharing the space of not only your home, but your lives.

Though you actively tried hiding those feelings because you didn’t want to make things weird.

“Like this,” he instructed flipping the pancake on the pan. You watched the pancake flip seamlessly in awe. He was full of talents, you’d noticed. After a few seconds, he removed the pancake from the pan with the spatula and placed it with the rest of the stack of pancakes.

“You try,” he said pouring the pancake mix on the pan moving over to give you space to show off what you had. You took a deep playful breath. You placed your hand on the handle watching the pancake bubble trying to decide when was the best time to flip.

He was leaning on the counter next to the stove with his arms folded and brows raised. Going in for the flip, you panicked unable to move the pan enough to lift the pancake from the pan. You heard him laugh softly. You glanced at him, his muscles were bulging under the white t-shirt he was wearing. He had that rugged morning look with messy hair and slightly puffy eyes.

“It’s going to burn,” he said motioning towards the pancake. You turned down the heat still anxious to flip.

“Here,” he said moving closer to you and the pan. He placed one hand over yours which was gripping the handle. Your fingers tightened their grip is that possible, you really hoped he didn’t feel how sweaty your hands were becoming.

“Is this okay?” he asked. He probably sensed your body stiffen at the touch of his hand. You nodded trying to hide the tingles that were causing your body to weaken under his touch.

“Okay, good” he breathed down your neck and you felt shivers. He was so close you could hear his heart beating. Your back was so close to his chest. His other hand grabbed your free hand bringing it to the handle. He placed it under your other hand curling your fingers around the handle and his fingers. When he was done, and you were almost done melting, his free hand cupped yours.

He jerked his arms flipping the pancake like he’d done earlier. You gasped with excitement watching the already brown side of pancake. His body had somehow pressed against yours in the series of events. One hand was still holding on to the handle, and your hands, the other was resting on your hip as he tried not to topple over.

“See. Easy,” he whispered.

His voice reminded you of the weird little flutter he ensued. The spot where he hand rested was burning and you could feel his heart beating against your back. Realizing your body had once against stiffen, Tom cleared his throat stepping back. Missing the warmth of his body you turned off the stove turning to face him.

He was trying hard not to look awkward, but he was rubbing his hands together trying to figure out how to move on from this. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to move on. You wanted him to know how he made you feel. Maybe you were being too bold, maybe you’d make things uncomfortable, but you’d been holding back for so long.

Maybe he sensed your feelings seeping through your body or maybe he read your thoughts, but in unison your bodies inched closer. It happened in a matter of seconds; your hands buried in his hair and his on your back pulling you close. Your hearts beat in unison as the kiss deepened. Neither of you caring about the pancakes anymore.

“I like you,” you breathed heavily against his lips pulling away to rest your forehead on his. He planted a kiss on your lips once again. A smile forming against your lips.

“Good. I like you too,” he whispered against your lips. “And your ugly crying,” he chuckled bringing a hand to cup your face. You felt a wave of embarrassment rush through you like the time he’d seen you cry a few months ago.

“I don’t think we’d be here if it weren’t for my ugly crying,” you added trying to hide your face in his hand. You heard him chuckle again engulfing your body in a hug. His lips pressed against your head.

Actually, you wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t been your roommate. Fate was in your favor.

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